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nekoannie-chan · 3 months

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Space

Title: Space.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 893 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: The first travel, Steve and you have after the Blip.

Major Tags: Snap, space travel, Blip.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @multifandom-flash, Valentine’s day card & square 3:

"Free space.”

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The last few years Steve didn't seem the same; if when he woke up he thought he had lost everything, he had been wrong; he lost everything with the Snap.

He couldn't erase from his mind the scene from the last time he saw you. When the others began to fade away, you ran into his arms, terrified. He immediately embraced you, wanting to protect you; he even covered your face so that you would not continue to see, but he could do nothing when you began to disappear between his fingers.

The nights before you made the trip in time, he couldn't sleep; he couldn't stop remembering all the moments you had lived together and all the time you had lost because you weren't there.

Things were not supposed to be like this.

Two weeks after the Snap was supposed to be your wedding, because Thanos' attack shouldn't have happened, you had everything ready. The hardest thing for Steve was having to call to cancel everything. It didn't make sense for the wedding to go on if you weren't there.

And now he didn't know how to explain to you everything that had happened, although what he feared the most was that as soon as he saw you on the trip, he would run to hug you.

“I don't understand anything you're telling me, Steve; it's just not possible," you said, confused, after he explained what happened.

“What's the last thing you remember? “he questioned.

“I was hugging you, and then everything went dark. I opened my eyes, and you weren't there," you answered.

“You know I would never leave you, right?"

You nodded. He hugged you. It seemed completely implausible what he had told you, but the evidence was irrefutable. Steve had been living in a nightmare for the last five years. Now, what would you do?

“How about a trip? We can move up the honeymoon," Steve proposed.

“All the dates are booked, right? We'd gone to so much trouble to plan everything," you said, disappointed.

“The only thing that matters to me is that you're here, and now we have a chance to make up for all the time we lost.

“Tell me more about the trip," you asked.

“Have you ever been in space?" Steve asked.

“Is that a tricky question?"

“No, I'm serious."

"No, I've never been."

“I'll take care of showing you how wonderful it is." His voice was beginning to sound full of excitement; he hadn't felt that way in a long time.

“And how are we supposed to go? Will the raccoon take us?" You were confused; at first, you thought he was joking, but it seemed he was serious.

“No, we'll take one of Tony's ships. I don't think he'll mind; he's too busy with his family."

You grimaced. Sure, everything was different, but it was too strange to hear.

You started packing your bags; what were you supposed to need in space? You didn't know exactly what to put; the internet wasn't much help at that time either; there was no information about it. You took the sunblock just in case; you were going to be near the sun, weren't you?

If someone had told you about this trip a few years ago, you would have laughed and thought you were joking.

The readjustment had been somewhat difficult, but Steve didn't leave you alone for a single moment; he was so determined to help you. He was trying very hard to make up for all the time you had lost.

You had only found a date for your wedding a year later, although that would give them some freedom to reinvent the whole plan you had. So while Steve was right that you could move up the honeymoon, you'd also have to admit that not just anyone would take your fiancée on such a unique trip.

The feeling when you left Earth was inexplicable; your perspective had changed, and it was so much more beautiful than how it looked from the ground. You turned to look at Steve, who, since you took off, had not let go of your hand.

Maybe you could stay; you didn't need you at the compound; you could live peacefully in space, making up for lost time and feeling infinite.

He began to tell you what he felt the first time he made that trip, although he kept repeating that nothing was the same without you.

You looked into his eyes, and you smiled. His eyes matched perfectly with the scenery that surrounded them.

When you saw that he stabilized the ship, you stood up, pulled his arm, gave in somewhat confusedly, and put one of his hands on your shoulder and the other on your waist.

“What are you doing? “he asked.

“Shh, don't talk; you're ruining the moment," you answered.

You leaned on him and started to dance. It didn't matter that there was no music; you could pretend there was.

You could pretend you were dancing your wedding waltz.

It wouldn't matter how much time passed, whether it was minutes or hours; all you wanted was to be able to be like this for eternity.

Steve was going to make sure that nothing would ever separate them again; he was going to do whatever it took to make you happy.

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stargirlwritingjourney · 16 days

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Running Wild

Fandom: Descendants

Pairing: Jay/Carlos de Vil

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warning/Tag(s): Graphic Description of Violence, Forbidden Love

Summary: What if Carlos had never been taken in by the core four, instead left to squalor for a few years longer before Uma discovered him? Taken in by the pirates of the Isle, chains of events are altered and certain VKs are left to run wild for a few years unaffiliated before being swooped up and shipped over to Auradon. In saying this, certain friendships--maybe even relationships--are left forbidden.

Event(s): @fandom-free-bingo with 'mutual pining' | @multifandom-flash with Beehive: 'forbidden friendship' and Double Flash with 'after action patch-up' | @eclipsingbingo with 'slammed into a wall'

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Carlos whirled through the streets of the Isle, never trying to stay in one spot for too long. If living on the Isle had taught him one thing, it was either stand out and make sure everyone knew you were there so they would cower, or blend into the crowd as much as you possibly could until you could get back to your crew and have safety in numbers.

So that was exactly what Carlos was doing, hiding within the crowd as he made his way from his mother’s manor to the other side of the Isle with hurried steps so no one had the chance to recognise him where Ursula’s fish and chip store was located.

Though his name held weight with it, both from the insanity his mother had dissolved into and the recent growth in Uma’s name, and therefore his own. Though it had never been on his list of goals to be a recognisable figure on the Isle, rather sticking to the shadows as much as possible as he got by, he couldn’t say it was terrible to have an extra few seconds of hesitation when people ran into him and realised who he was. That didn’t mean he liked to hang around when he didn’t have the comfort of his allies.

He had become quite skilled at avoiding unwanted eyes even though everything about his presence seemed to scream for them. From his pearly white hair to the red, black and white leather jacket he wore, in most cases, you would expect Carlos to stick out, but when on an Isle where almost every second person was wearing something similar it became easier.

So Carlos believed that the surprise he felt as he was yanked from the street by the scruff of his jacket and pulled into one of the many backstreets was warranted, as well as the humiliating yelp that he let slip. Blind as to who had grabbed onto him, Carlos flailed his limbs around, trying to both hit his attacker and dislodge himself from their grip at the same time. It seemed nothing Carlos did work though as he was pulled further into the alleyway with only a grunt being pulled from the person who had dragged him.

It was only when a wickedly familiar laugh ran out around him, bouncing off the walls as Carlos was flipped around, his eyes landing on Harry Hook moments before he was slammed back, going crashing into the wall behind him as the air was knocked out of him and his vision went foggy for a few short moments.

“What the hell, Harry?” Carlos spluttered once he was able to suck a proper breath of air into his lungs, his brows narrowing down into a glare as he did so. In the few years that Carlos had been aligned with Harry, he had become accustomed to his out-of-pocket actions, all of which were rough and without much warning, but that didn’t mean he favoured any of them.

“Don’t act so surprised, Pup,” The nickname was whipped at him with a hiss, making him flinch back at the words. His reaction seemed to pull another laugh from Harry’s lips, knowing all the right ways on how to get under Carlos’ skin. Pulling Carlos from the wall and tucking him into his side with an arm hooked over his shoulders, Harry began to lead them in a new direction, helping them weave their way to whatever end destination Harry had in mind. “Uma wanted yer now and yer were takin’ too long to get yer boney arse over to the fish an’ chip shop. Someone had to come and get yer.”

“I was literally five minutes away. You’ve probably wasted more time going out of your way to do all this,” Carlos bit out, trying and failing to shoulder his side into Harry’s, the taller and bulkier simply smiling sharkishly down at him for his attempt. Though the two of them had come to tolerate one another, it didn’t mean Carlos could put up with him most days. “What’s so important anyway? Normally Uma would just scoff at me if I was late.”

“She wants the lot of us to go onto little ol’ Mal’s territory and stir up some trouble,” A bark of laughter shot out of Harry, echoing off the walls as if he were a hyena. It only worsened when he got a glance at Carlos’ face. “Don’t give me that look. We aren’t goin’ to kill anyone, just lightly wound. Besides, you’ll hopefully get to just sit pretty for us since Jay will be there.”

“What does Jay have anything to do with me being there,” Carlos grumbled, already feeling his face heat.

“Because that boy seems to be infatuated with yer,” There was an obvious amount of disgust in Harry’s words as he spoke, the ‘infatuation’ between the two bringing up vile into the back of Harry’s throat, the very idea of it being almost blasphemous. “Yer just have to bat yer eye and he’ll be rendered useless for a few minutes. Now come on, Gil and the others are goin’ to meet us there.”

Carlos wanted to say more, object to his words about Jay and even his presence at whatever this clash was meant to be, but instead swallowed his words and allowed Harry to pull him along. The best-case scenario was they didn’t run into Mal and her crew, or he was able to slip away when they did, hopefully, if Harry’s words were true, Jay would let him do so easily. Worst-case scenario Carlos was forced to fight and hopefully not get his arse kicked too much.

The closer the two of them got, the more Carlos doubted anything good would come from this. When they met up with Gil and some more of Uma’s crew it only solidified Carlos’ worse hopes.

It didn’t take long to locate Mal, Jay and Evie, the three of them with some kids their age that Carlos hadn’t seen before, a rare occasion due to how small the Isle was. He was sure if he had learnt their names he would recognise them more easily.

He didn’t pay attention to the words spoken between the two groups, his focus set on slipping away until his eyes landed on Jay. It seemed he had been staring at him since Carlos had first arrived since he seemed shocked that their eyes had finally met, his widening a little bit more. Taking him in quickly, Carlos seemed to notice every minor detail that made Jay up, seemed to not be able to pull his eyes away until someone’s fist came knocking into his arm, telling him to get ready.

That easily tore his eyes away, sending Carlos whirling back as he got prepared to back away. He didn’t mind if Jay noticed since he seemed to always have his eyes on him. It was the rest of the people he was met with that mattered. If someone on Mal’s side noticed him trying to dip out then they would surely point him out or try to go after him. If Harry or someone in Uma’s crew noticed they would either pull him back in or would make him pay for it later. Sneaking away had started to become more of a challenge than it had once been.

But as the VKs started getting fired up, each side only taunting the other more and getting ready to bring the worst out of one another, Carlos used this opportunity to slip away, making his moves quick and dashing as he slunk back, disappearing just before everything had gone to shit.

Slipping in between buildings and reaching for a fire escape that was haphazardly attached to the brick wall, Carlos had all of seventeen seconds before two large hands were gripping his shoulders. A hiss was the first thing that escaped his lips as he tried craning his shoulder away from the hold as fingers dug into some newly arising bruises thanks to Harry. It only occurred to him that he should try and figure out who had grabbed him when both hands had quickly vanished, reattaching themselves lower and around his waist.

“What are you-” Carlos cut himself off as he turned around, his eyes meeting with Jay’s almost instantly. Having to crane his neck back to meet his face, Carlos couldn’t help but stare as he felt the warmth from Jay’s hands spread across his midsection, almost burning. In a breathless whisper, Carlos said, “Jay.”

“Carlos,” Jay greeted with a nod. It looked as if his lips wanted to curve upwards but Jay had to stop himself. His hands didn’t leave their perch even as Carlos stared at him with questioning eyes. Jay should be worried that he was this close to Carlos since he was part of Uma’s crew, but he couldn’t help but not feel the slightest bit threatened as he stared into Carlos’ eyes. “Funny seeing you here. I thought you tended to keep your nose out of turf wars.”

“Normally I would,” Carlos agreed, his voice slightly spooked from the proximity, though he did nothing to change it. “You just happened to catch me at a bad time.”

“Really?” Jay asked, earning a hum in return. The white-haired boy seemed to almost lean into him as they stood close, breathing in each other's space.

Jay had so much he wanted to say, words waiting to spill out of him as they burst at the seams. For someone he should’ve hated, Jay couldn’t help but be interested in the shorter stray. At every opportunity he would steal glances at him in the crowd, would purposely not start anything just so he could attempt to steal some moments with him, most of which didn’t work out.

He wanted to say more to Carlos but didn’t have the opportunity as some imploding voices rang out around them, silencing him.

“Where’s Carlos?”

“He must have gone after Jay since that meathead went missing.”

“If that’s the case then I’m sure we’re going to hear some very entertainin’ stories from the Pup when he gets back.”

Harry’s voice was easily recognisable, making Jay’s teeth grind together. They seemed to have a similar effect on Carlos as he took some hurried steps back, both hiding from the voice even though they were out of sight and dislodging him from Jay’s light hold.

“I have to go,” The words rushed out of Carlos as he began looking for an escape room. Jay couldn’t help but wish he would stay longer. Once his eyes locked on a way out, he almost began running immediately, though he took a few seconds to turn to Jay, a half smile that looked both a little too strained but genuine. Carlos said before racing off, not waiting for Jay’s response, “I’ll see you around Jay. It was nice seeing you.”

“Bye Carlos,” Jay couldn’t help but whisper, a smile splitting across his face as he did so.

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voiceoffenrisulfr · 1 month

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The Real Winter Soldier, Part Two

Winter is restless and needy, and takes advantage of having the Lieutenant's private number. Prompts met; ‘Accidental Pornomancer’ - @multifandom-flash (Beehive); ‘It’s a little bit nipply out’ (Alternate), ‘Drunk-Sexting’ – The Woods Are Lovely, Dark, and Deep (@darcylewisbingohq); ‘Denial’, ‘Drunken Confession’, ‘Playing With Their Hair’ – @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition); “Shut up and take your pants off.” – @anyfandomgoesbingo Kink Edition. CW: Smut, Breeding kink, Dom/Sub dynamic

Read below or on AO3 here. Brooklyn-themed divider by our talented partner, @unfortunate-beetle-and-friends <3

It took less than a week for me to make use of the eleven digits that had been scrawled on the back of my unused questionnaire.

I’d started staring at it only two days later. He’d caught my wrist as I’d gone to leave, pulling himself half-upright to meet my gaze, slipping the sheet of paper from the side table and into my hand.

“Let’s do this again. Off the clock.”

I’d left it in my jacket for those two days, hanging on the back of the door, my fingers brushing the leather thoughtfully each time I passed. It then graduated to my kitchen counter, and then to my coffee table. It was there that I sat with it between my forearms, one hand curled around my eighth glass of Asgardian ale, the other clutching my cell phone uncertainly.

I’d told myself time and again that visiting Innominate – that casual sex in general - was a one-time thing. I told myself I’d never so much as look at his number again, let alone key it into my phone.

It was around the sixth glass of the liquor intended for gods that began to strip away my denial, right along with my sober restraint.

Exhaling shakily, I pulled my cell closer, not needing to spare a glance at the sheet to type in the numbers – I’d spent enough time staring at the scratchy script that I now knew the digits better than my own.

‘Ready for round two?’

I could only stare uselessly at the screen as seconds ticked into minutes, my despair mounting as it neared half an hour of silence.

Has he changed his mind? Did I wait too long – does he regret giving me his number now? Was I such a disappointment that-

My cell buzzed in my hand and I jerked in surprise, the motion sending my phone skidding over the wood and me scrabbling after it.

‘God, yes. But I’m working until 6am. I can come by after. Does that work for you?’

A fizz of anticipation and anxiety settled immediately in my lower abdomen, a grin plastered across my face as I typed out my response.

‘Yes.’

‘Yes what, Soldier?’

Shivering with delight, I pressed my thighs together instinctively, closing my eyes for a heartbeat before replying.

‘Yes, Lieutenant.’

We texted throughout the night as the alcohol left my system, interrupted only once by him being requested by a patron. Despite myself, a bubble of jealousy sat in my chest, knowing he was busy with someone else. It was his job, and it wasn’t like we had any specific attachment to one another that gave me any right to an opinion about his occupation.

It was only a job, after all.

But that revelation sent me down an entirely new spiral – was I just a job? He’d given me his personal number – but who’s to say he didn’t do that with everyone? Maybe he did the job simply for the joy of it, and not for the money, so was just as willing to do it for free?

Why the hell did I message him?

My phone lit up in front of me, and I glanced at it uncertainly, my anxiety now outweighing my excitement without the alcohol to buoy me.

‘I’m leaving work. I’ll be there in twenty minutes… Use the time to decide what exactly it is you want me to do to you. I want you squirming and soaked by the time I arrive.’

A soft whine crept between my teeth at his authoritative manner, and I obeyed without thinking, my breath steadying with the freedom given through obeying orders. Having a plan set for me – a preordained way to proceed – quieted my mind, my head reclining as my eyes closed.

I was disturbed from my daydreams by a soft rapping at my door, sending me scrabbling to my feet in excited panic.

He was stood with one hand in his jeans pocket, a jacket slung over his shoulder and a cocky smile on his face. “Hello again, Soldier,” he purred, stepping closer, eyes locked on mine intensely. “It’s a bit nipply out here… Are you going to let me in, or do I need to make you?”

I smirked briefly at the term before my mouth dried at the threat, the dampness accumulated between my thighs from my fantasies of him pinning me to the bed and making me scream immediately intensifying, and I blushed shyly as I stepped aside, waving a hand theatrically and earning a grin.

He turned to me the moment the door was closed, a light hand on my throat pinning me to the wood. “I saw you on the news yesterday,” he muttered, free hand tenderly tracing the fading bruise on my cheekbone. “I…. Was worried.”

I chuckled in surprise, trembling slightly under his touch. “About little old me? I’m honoured,” I hummed, straining infinitesimally against his grip, but he didn’t return my smile.

“You need to be more careful,” he growled, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Can’t have my pretty boy getting marked up by anyone but me – do you understand?” A weak nod earned me another grin, his lips grazing over my jaw lightly. “Did you do as I told you to, pet?”

“I- yes, Sir,” I stammered weakly, whimpering aloud when his thigh nudged between my legs, eliciting a pleased hum.

“Well? What is it that you fantasised about? What got you wet and squirming for me?” he breathed, fingers curling in the waistband of my sweatpants teasingly.

With a shallow gulp, I let my hips be pulled closer, shivering when his curious touch reached the edge of my boxers. “N- nothing too… Wild. I- I mostly just thought about you fucking me… Pinning me down, making me scream…”

With a soft groan of resignation, he flattened me to the door, his hands firm on my body as he dragged my shirt free.

“Don’t you ever make me wait again,” he muttered, lips finding my throat as his fingers delved deeper, hovering a half-inch from my wetness.

I blushed shyly as my head fell back of its own accord, a low whine rumbling in my chest. “I-I wasn’t sure if I was... If it was just work, or...”

My skin itched as he paused, drawing back to meet my gaze. “Just work? No. I have a job – one I love – but I’ve never pursued a client for my own interests. Not until you.”

I felt my cheeks heat further, one hand snaking up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. “That’s a relief... Though I’m surprised I’m so special.”

He laughed, hand finally dipping lower to glide along my wetness, making me gasp softly. “I prefer unique, Snowflake.” I could only nod and rut against his palm, desperate for him to press between my folds and offer some form of friction- something, anything to press against. He smirked at my evident neediness, one fingertip finding my clit and tapping lightly, groaning when my nails tightened against his skin. “Oh, look how wet you are, sweet boy... All from thinking about me bending you over and using you like a fuck doll, hm?”

With a whimper, I nodded, breath hiccupping in my chest as his lips skimmed mine. “Yes- God, yes, Sir... I-I’ve been thinking about the things you did to me since the moment I left – barely been able to leave the room for squirming...”

A shiver went down my spine as he finally kissed me deeply, fingers probing at my slick pussy expertly, my knees weakening. “Is that right, my sweet boy? I hope you weren’t touching this pretty cunt without permission...”

Stammering, I bit my lip, eyes closing at the delicious teasing between my legs. “I-I... O-once. I couldn’t help myself, Lieutenant. I’m sorry...”

With a soft growl, he nipped at my pulse, drawing his hand back once more. “Shut up. I don’t want to hear your excuses. Get your pants off and get on the bed.” I felt my face pale minutely, uncertainly, but he offered me a subtle wink and a kiss to my cheek, his fingertips caressing my jaw. “Don’t worry, sweet Snowflake,” he breathed, “I’m not mad.”

Relieved, I shimmied quickly from my sweatpants, flopping on my back on the sheets and stretching my hands high over my head, purring luxuriously. His tongue darted out over his lips as he took me in, and I felt my body tingle under his gaze.

“Keep going. Slowly,” he added as my hands moved to the hem of my shirt. Obediently, I lessened my pace, arching to allow the cotton to clear hipbones, then ribs, then finally pass over my head. His eyes moving over me sent jolts of electricity through my bones, but he held up a hand when I reached for my boxers. “Wait.” He moved to sit beside me, pressing my knees to my chest, running a palm over the exposed, damp fabric between my legs and earning a quiet whimper. “Okay… Continue.”

I felt vulnerable as I fumbled beneath me, pulling my waistband over the curve of my ass and along my thighs. No sooner had the material cleared my shins than I yelped in surprise, his tongue firm as it trailed along my dripping slit. His hand tangled in my underwear, using the fabric to pin my legs in place, squeezed together and flush to my torso as his mouth explored his offered reward. I could only squirm and whine, body jerking frantically in a desperate attempt to press myself closer to him – a sharp slap applied to my ass for my efforts.

“Still.”

I whimpered again, unable to stop wriggling under him, and a whine escaped my clenched teeth when he drew back. “N-no! Don’t- I need you to- Please, Lieutenant…”

He shifted to my side, pushing my legs down, my boxers pinned under his foot holding me fast. “You were told to be still, and you weren’t. I should punish you for you for your disobedience…” Leaning closer, he trailed his lips along my jaw, purring. “And my name is Greg. Gregor Tyne. I want you sobbing it when I finally let you come for me, Snowflake.”

Greg.

Lieutenant Tyne.

I was still grinning to myself when he moved, kneeling beside my head and fumbling with his belt. “Open that pretty mouth. You’re gonna suck my cock – and if you do well, I’ll fuck you through this mattress, just like you wanted.” My lips parted automatically, one hand shifting to help him free his hard length from its confinement, swallowing at the sight before me. His fingertips skimmed my cheek, finding my jaw to tip my head up to meet his gaze. “It’s okay,” he breathed quietly, his eyes soft. “I’ve got you. I’ll talk you through it.”

Nodding slowly, I shifted closer, letting his leaking tip slip into my mouth slowly and earning a ragged exhale for my efforts. His fingers moved to tangle in my hair, guiding me patiently along his length until he nudged the back of my throat, making me gag instinctively. “Swallow,” he murmured, and my eyes closed in pleasure as I obeyed and he used the rolling muscle movement to slide deeper inside me.

He sat there for a moment, his body quivering under the strain of his motionlessness, before slowly pulling back, letting me breathe hard before pressing forward once more. Over and over he thrust carefully into my throat, always gentle with me, his pace building only minutely as passion threatened to overcome his restraint.

I relished the taste of him on my tongue, his cock in my throat driving every other thought from my mind, a muffled whimper resounding around him as his fingers found me once more. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” he purred, leaning closer, bent over my head as he slowly pressed two fingertips inside me. “Just lay here squirming, begging for your Lieutenant to come back and make you feel good…” A snatched gasp and a frantic nod had him grinning, his digits curling inside me to make my body tremble. “I wonder how messy you can get for me, my sweet boy… I’m used to a life at sea, you know.”

My spine arched as he worked himself deeper, eyes widening in ecstasy and surprise as he brushed against a spot inside me that had my muscles clenching desperately, but only served to make him smirk. “Just there, Snowflake? … Hm… I think that’s it, isn’t it? That’s how we make my little pet soak his sheets…”

He drew back to let me pant raggedly, a rough whine torn from my flushed lips. “Y- Oh, God, I- It’s too good, I- I can’t- I-”

His hand found my throat as he pinned me to the sheets, hand working me harder. “Give it to me, Soldier. Give me everything you have. I want every fucking inch of you. You’re mine now, do you hear me?” Another nod, and he leant down to kiss me, his own throbbing arousal forgotten as he make me whimper and convulse. “Let it go, Snowflake.”

A frantic cry escaped me as my body released, and I felt my face flame as my pussy flooded around his digits, the unmistakable sound of liquid on cotton filling the room as I gushed over my sheets. But he gave me no respite, plunging his hand back inside me as soon as he could, only drawing out to let me soak the bed ever further. Again, and again, until I was shaking desperately, muscles twitching, fingers clinging to the bedding in a futile attempt to keep myself grounded.

And then he leant down to kiss me gently, chuckling at my ragged breathing. “Good?”

“Fuck-” I rasped, hands shifting to instead grasp at him, tangling in his shirt and dragging at it needily. “More. More, please. Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

His face grew serious and he pulled me closer, his mouth on mine moving to an urgency that made my nerves sing. I found myself straddling his hips, his cock pressed against me imploringly, and all it took was a short nod on my behalf for him to sheath himself inside me, his hands on my waist pulling me down to take me deeply. A satisfied, starved groan rattled in my chest as he rocked me atop him, grinding me against him fluidly, his thumb finding my clit as he kept himself earth-shatteringly joined with me.

My nails scraped down his chest, earning me a hiss of pained pleasure at the crimson lines marring his skin, eternally tanned from a life on the ocean. “Are you trying to mark me, pet?” he muttered, head falling back as he lifted me easily on his length. I hadn’t chance to respond before he jerked me back down, fingers digging harder into his flesh at the vulnerability. “You belong to me – not the other way around. Do you hear me?”

My lips parted to quip back, but he held me still and snapped his hips up, making me yelp in pleasure, any argument dying as he set up a fierce, consuming pace. “Yes- Oh, God, yes. Yours.”

“Mine,” he growled, his own nails pricking my skin as he slammed harder against me, my hands finding his taut bicep for purchase as my muscles trembled. “That’s it, boy. Give it to me. I’m not done with you yet.”

A desperate yowl escaped me as I felt myself flood atop him, the Lieutenant drawing out just long enough to let my juices soak him with a soft groan before shifting to pin me to the mattress, my wrists in one of his strong hands while the other stroked my clit. “Plea- fuck- I-”

“Come for me, pet. Make that pretty pussy come all over my cock, and I’ll fill you up, just like you want.” Another nod, and he growled, kissing me deeply. “Beg for it. Beg for my come, Snowflake.”

“Please!” I gasped, back arching. “Please, I-I need it, I need you, please- come in me, please-” I cut myself off with a whimper, and he slowed, one eyebrow raised.

“What?” he pressed, hand stilling where he stroked me, and I whined, attempting to rut on his length and chase my impending release, but he stretched my arms higher, pinning me to the bed and earning a frantic sob. “Say it.”

“B-Breed me,” I stammered, blushing, unable to deny my pussy clenching tighter around him at my words.

He paled, just a little, glancing down. “I thought you couldn’t-”

I kissed him deeply, grasping at his shoulders needily. “I can’t. It’s just…”

“A fantasy,” he purred, nodding, slowly increasing his pace. “You want me to stuff this cute little cunt with my come? Make you good and fat with my babies, hm?” I mewled despite myself, fingers grasping frantically at nothing as I fought to contain myself. “Do you think you deserve my come in your pussy, pet? Think you deserve to get bred like the whore you are? D’y-” He cut himself off with a guttural groan as my back arched, a wail building in my chest as he unmade me, refocusing his efforts on pounding into me as my climax overtook me, my cry building to a deafening sob, all but thrashing beneath him as every muscle in my body clenched and quivered.

“Yes- fuck! Yessir, Yes L-Lieutenant Tyne, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He groaned as he buried himself inside me, his fingers digging desperately into the flesh of my wrist as he rested his forehead against my shoulder, shuddering violently before drawing back to kiss me lightly.

“So… Breeding.”

I turned crimson and shrugged, trailing my fingertips over his bare, sweat-damp chest. “It was a surprise to me, too,” I defended, and he laughed, pulling me closer, one hand teasing the tangled strands of my hair from my cheek.

“Hey- I’m not complaining. Breeding the infamous Winter Soldier… I’m honoured,” he replied seriously, and I blushed deeper as he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “… Can I see you again?”

“I must be a good lay, after all the experience you’ve had,” I chuckled, then felt myself pale. “Wait- no, I-I didn’t mean- I-”

He simply laughed, shaking his head fondly, and tugged me nearer still. “You’re exceptional – between the sheets and out of them,” he replied softly, his fingertips tracing my jawbone. “Actually… I’d quite like to take you on a date. Or… At least… Watch a movie, or something, if you don’t want to go out. Do something other than fuck. Not just fuck,” he added, grinning, and kissed me tenderly. “I’d still very much like fucking you to be in there somewhere.”

Snorting, I rolled my eyes, leaning against his chest with a contented sigh. “A date it is, Lieutenant.”

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evadne01 · 6 months

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How this all started

Title: How this all started

Fandom: Merlin (TV)

Pairing: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Rating: General

Warning/Tags: Modern Era, POV Arthur Pendragon, BAMF Merlin

Summary:

Arthur and Merlin tell how they met.

Or, rather, Merlin tells how he met his husband while he teases him

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@merlinbingo : a1 - marriage

@thebo3bingo: No Power AU/Human AU

@multifandom-flash: card number: 6013 & square: Full-Frontal Assault; card number: 7008 & square: Pie in The Face, card number: 2012 & square: No, You Hang Up First, Space Opera AU, Hollywood AU; card number: 3007 & square: Eurovision Song Contest AU

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badassbutterfly1987 · 2 months

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property of love

shibari

dressed all in rubber

erotic asphyxiation

of corsets sexy

#multifandom flash bingo

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buckys-wintersoldier · 5 months

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Multifandom-Flash Bingo | Challenge

Hey, this is my “Multifandom-Flash Bingo”-Masterlist, hosted by @multifandom-flash.

I will fill the squares from time to time, but when you have ideas/wishes/requests let me know and don’t hesitate to write it in my ask-box.

The oneshots could include Fluff, Smut and Angst, please read the warnings before you read the oneshot. You’re responsible when you decide to read it. But when you do have fun reading it.

In my main Masterlist you can find the characters I write for, I will include some more in a while. I work with a taglist, if you want me to tag you then let me know there.

The order is from the left to the right and first the first line, then the second and then the third one. N.c for no character and N.t for no title yet.

Divider made by @firefly-graphics.

Fluff: ❤️ | Smut: 🔥 | Angst: 🍂

1.1 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: bounty hunters au

1.2 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: talking the monster to death

1.3 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: bi-wildered

1.4 | A little bit older, a whole lot nicer | Ari Levinson | ❤️🔥🍂

Prompt: the first cut is the deepest

When your boyfriend breaks up his dad takes care of you. He will treat you right and even though he is older it doesn’t stop the feelings you have for one another.

1.5 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: blood from the mouth

1.6 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: erotic eating

2.1 | Light after Dark | Bucky Barnes | 🔥❤️🍂

Prompt: cut his heart out with a spoon

You ex-boyfriend never treated you well but when Bucky steps into your life it changes and he shows you how much he loves you. Would the behaviour you had with your ex-boyfriend be there because Bucky looks distanced.

2.2 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: smoking hot sex

2.3 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: dude looks like a lady

2.4 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: free space

2.5 | Treated like a Queen | Bucky Barnes | ❤️🍂

Prompt: not cheating unless you get caught

Steve cheated on you, and even when he tries to apologise, you can’t look at him the same way after knowing he just fucked someone else. Luckily your best friend is always there and knows how to treat his doll right.

2.6 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: wedding planner au

3.1 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: have you come to gloat?

3.2 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: the Casanova

3.3 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: foe romance subtext

3.4 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: sex shop au

3.5 | Would you lie with me? | Bucky Barnes | ❤️

Prompt: worth living for

After a mission Bucky comes into your room to see you watching the raindrops at the window. The two of you decide to go out to enjoy the warm summer rain there.

3.6 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: am I just a toy to you?

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gammacousin · 7 months

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Demigod Delicacies

Rated: T (for minor language)

Fandom: Marvel

Characters: OG 6 Avengers, Clint, Bruce, Tony, Steve, Natasha, Thor

Relationships: Family Dynamics Only

Warnings: Minor Language

Additional: crack, funny, found family, family dinners, dinner

Card #: 7011 for Panda365

@multifandom-flash

#bruce banner #natasha romanoff #black widow #iron man #tony stark #captain america #steve rogers #thor #thor odinson #hulk #clint barton #hawkeye #multifandom flash bingo

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nicoline1998enilocin · 12 days

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Every step of the way

PAIRING || Husband!Chris Evans x Wife!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 2.6K

SUMMARY || Ever since you were small, you have had a substantial fear of the dentist, and now that you have to have your wisdom teeth removed, your anxiety is growing every day. It's a good thing you have Chris by your side, as he will be there alongside you every step of the way, making the load to bear a little less difficult.

RATING || Mature (M)

TAGS || RPF. Established relationship. Use of nicknames (Princess). Slight hurt/comfort. Wedding anniversary celebration. Cuddling. Kissing and making out. An almost criminal amount of fluff.

WARNINGS || Angst. Dentophobia/fear of the dentist. Anxiety. References to anesthesia. Referenced wisdom teeth removal. Lots of praise and reassurance.

A/N || This one-shot is requested by a very sweet Anon! I wish you the best of luck during the procedure of having your wisdom teeth removed tomorrow, and I hope this fic brought you all the comfort you could possibly need! This story is proofread by the amazing @ccbsrmsf1. Thank you so much! 💙

A/N 2.0 || As of 14 April 2024, my requests are closed. I will work through the backlog of requests for the foreseeable future - once they are opened again, I will make an official announcement on my blog! 💙

EVENTS Masterlist || @anyfandomfluffbingo || Toothache Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || Covered with [kisses] Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || Cold hands + 'I'll do anything to keep you right here with me.' + 'Here's the day you hoped would never come.' Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Wild || ''Trust me." Masterlist || @multifandom-flash Compliments || It has been an honor Masterlist || @ultimatechrisbingo || Walk on the beach

GIF: Source || All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Chris Evans Masterlist

It's a beautiful Sunday afternoon as you walk on the beach with your husband, Chris, and your dog, Dodger. The sun is shining bright on you both, and he's wearing shorts and a shirt while you're dressed in a stunning sundress that flows around you beautifully with the wind coming from the ocean.

Dodger constantly runs back and forth with his tennis ball as you and Chris alternate between throwing. Your hands are interlaced, and now and again, he squeezes softly while looking over at you fondly. It's the weekend of your tenth wedding anniversary, and he surprised you with a trip to the beach with all three of you.

"What's on your mind, Princess?" Chris says after you've been awfully quiet for a while. He stops you in the middle of your tracks as he turns your bodies towards each other, and you're practically standing chest to chest.

"Nothing," you sigh as you cast your eyes down, pulling Chris into a much-needed hug. He nuzzles his face into your neck while his arms wrap tightly around you, his hands rubbing your back soothingly. You have to have your wisdom teeth removed in a few days, and he knows how afraid you are, but he will be there every step of the way.

"You're going to be okay, Princess. Trust me," Chris whispers, and you nod before letting a couple of tears glide down your cheeks, absorbed by the fabric of his T-shirt. The two of you stay there for a few minutes until Dodger interrupts the moment by jumping against you both, and you can't help but laugh through the tears.

"Okay, okay! I'll throw your ball, Buddy. No worries," you say between a few sniffles, wiping your tears away. Before you can bend down, Chris cups your cheeks to wipe the last tears away, and he captures your lips with a featherlight kiss that immediately leaves you wanting more. You bite your lip as he pulls away with a smile.

"I love you, and I promise you'll do amazing. I will be there every step of the way," he tells you, and you nod.

"Thank you, Chris," you whisper with a smile, and you finally bend down to throw the ball for Dodger, who runs after it like a dog with the energy of about five puppies combined. Chris pulls you into his side as you continue your walk, and after about an hour, you finally arrive back at the apartment you two have rented for the weekend.

Dodger is completely tuckered out as he's lying in the last bit of sun for the day, and you're in the kitchen cutting up some fruit while Chris is running both of you a relaxing bath. Seeing how it's the last evening of your anniversary vacation, he's planning on going all out to make it truly unforgettable.

"Are you ready for a relaxing bath, Mrs. Evans?" Chris asks as he stands behind you, his hands on your hips, lightly swaying you both from left to right to the soft music he turned on.

"I am, and how about you, Mr. Evans?" you ask as you turn in his hold, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him close. When your chests touch, you feel your heart beating faster, and he bends down to put his forehead against yours.

"More than you know," he whispers against your lips as he leans in to kiss them softly, and you both slowly deepen the kiss. Your hands glide through his hair as soft moans escape from your lips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your sides. He pulls away all too soon for your liking, but he looks at you with a love-filled look that has your insides on fire at the sight.

"Come on, let's enjoy that bath together," he says before stealing one last kiss and grabbing your hand to lead you to the large bathroom. There, he put a few candles to add to the atmosphere, two glasses and a bottle of wine, lots of rose petals, and a rose-scented bath bomb in the bath. The music in the background finishes it off, and he closes the door behind you both to give you all the privacy you two could need.

Chris slips the straps of your dress down your shoulders, leaving you in nothing but a pair of panties in front of him, and his mouth curls into an appreciative smile.

"So beautiful," he says while his hands glide over your body, and your neck and shoulders are covered with kisses. Once you're completely bare for him, he turns you around so you have the opportunity to undress him, too - which you gladly do. From revealing his broad shoulders and small, muscular waist to revealing his bare, strong thighs, you take your time to unwrap him like a present on Christmas morning.

Chris first steps into the bath when he's completely bare, guiding you into the warm water to ensure you won't slip and fall. As soon as you're seated on his lap, Chris pours you a glass of your favorite wine before handing it to you. During your entire time in the tub, you two share many loving moments, funny jokes, and sweet touches and feed each other pieces of the fruit you've cut.

The entire time, the butterflies in your stomach go wild, and this is one of the best surprises Chris has ever prepared. He's never shy about wanting to surprise you, and something he goes all out, but moments like these will forever be your favorite.

"Thank you for everything this weekend. I will never forget it," you tell your husband as his hands softly massage your stomach underwater.

"You don't need to thank me, Princess; I'd happily give you the moon if I could, so this is the least I could do for my girl during our special weekend," he tells you, and you smile at his words. A warm feeling spreads through your body as he calls you his girl - even after being married for a decade.

"I love you, Chris," you tell him before cupping his cheeks and kissing his soft, pink lips softly, his facial hair tickling your hands a little bit.

"I love you too, Princess," he whispers against your lips, gradually deepening the kiss again, which you can never get enough of. Your husband's hands roaming over your body while you two get lost in a kiss is one of the best feelings in the world, and it's one you will look forward to every single day.

The day you have been dreading has finally arrived, as your alarm goes off too early for your liking. With a groan, you turn around and into Chris' waiting arms as he pulls you close against his hairy, bare chest.

"Mornin', Princess," he grumbles in his deep morning voice. If it were every other morning, you would have been more than happy to say good morning to him, but today's not an ordinary day because here's the day you hoped would never come.

"Do we really have to get up? I'll do anything to keep you right here with me," you try to convince your husband after your cuddle session is over, and much to your surprise, he gives in to your pleadings.

"Well, I suppose we do have about an hour before we have to be ready, so maybe I can calm your nerves a bit," Chris offers as he positions you on your back before caging you in by draping his body over you.

"Hmm, what did you have in mind?" you ask playfully, and the nerves are already calming slightly.

"I think you know exactly what I have in mind,” he says with a roll of his hips against yours, his erection teasing you between your spread legs. You bite your bottom lip to stop a moan from escaping at the friction, and Chris is nothing if not a man of his word as he spends the next 30 minutes pulling you apart until all you can think about is him.

"How're you feeling now, Princess? Are you still nervous?" Chris asks, and you giggle in response, unable to form a coherent sentence. He peppers your face with kisses before cleaning you both up and getting ready to head to the hospital.

Chris will be there every step of the way during your stay at the hospital, but despite that, the anxiety has definitely found its home in your body. You constantly bounce with your leg, you're having difficulty focusing on anything, and you're genuinely getting scared as soon as he pulls into the large parking structure that's attached to the hospital.

"Can you look at me for a moment, Princess?" Chris asks as he grabs hold of your hand. Your brows are furrowed as you look at him, and you're squeezing his hand as you do, but he doesn't mind.

"I know you're scared and anxious right now, but I promise to be there for you every step of the way, okay? From the moment you go into the treatment room, and they administer the anesthesia until you wake up after, I will be there, okay? I promise you that I am not going anywhere," he says, his large hands enveloping the hand closest to him.

"Do you trust me?" he asks, and you nod.

"Y-yeah, I trust you, Chris," you say with a small smile, though it doesn't reach your eyes.

"Okay, let's go inside then because they cannot come out here to do it," he jokes, and you smile at it despite not being in the mood for his silliness.

Not even 15 minutes later, you're being called in for your procedure, and Chris has called ahead of time to explain the entire situation. He's allowed to stay until you're completely under anesthesia, but after that, he has to leave the room until you're in the recovery room.

Your heart is beating out of your chest, and you're on the verge of tears as you squeeze Chris' hand tightly. He feels a bit of a knot in his stomach as he sees you like this. Despite that, he has to be strong for you. He can worry about himself later. Right now, you need him most.

"How are you feeling today, Mrs. Evans?" the dentist asks, but you don't answer. Instead, you look at your shoes while you fight against the tears threatening to spill over.

"It's okay, Princess. I'm here, okay? I promise you I won't go anywhere. I know you're scared and anxious, but he will make your toothache disappear, just like we talked about," Chris says, and you look over at him.

A certain warmth in his voice brings you a bit of calm, and you nod.

"Okay," you whisper, and even though your heart still feels like it's going to beat out of your chest, you eventually lie down so everyone can start prepping you for the removal of your wisdom teeth. During all this, Chris is standing in your line of sight while he holds your hand, so you know he's not going anywhere.

"Alright, you can say your goodbyes now; once the anesthesia starts, it will only be a matter of second before you're in a deep sleep," the anesthesiologist tells both you and Chris.

"I love you so much, Princess, and I am so incredibly proud of you for doing this. You're such a brave girl for me right now," Chris whispers between soft kisses on your forehead.

"I'll be right here with you when you wake up, okay? It will be over before you know it, and then we can go home to see Dodger again," he says, and you smile at the mention of your dog.

"I love you, Chris," you say before a few last pecks on your lips, and then it's officially time for you to go to sleep. As promised, Chris is petting your cheek softly while you go to sleep, and shortly after, he's ushered out of the room so they can get started.

The procedure goes smoothly, and less than an hour later, you're sleeping off your anesthesia in the recovery room. Chris is seated in a chair on the side of your bed, his hand holding yours as he rubs soothing circles with his thumb. When a soft groan leaves your mouth, he's up and standing next to your bed.

"Welcome back, Princess," he says as he smiles at you. Your eyes slowly open as you're greeted by the sound of your husband's voice.

"Thank you," you groan, seeing you're still groggy from the anesthesia. Your cheeks are definitely swollen, but you have gotten some medication for the pain, and Chris has also gotten a prescription for more that you two can pick up as you head out of the hospital later.

"You have cold hands," you suddenly say, and Chris can't help but laugh at your comment, combined with the way you're clinging onto his hand for dear life, trying to warm it back up.

"I'm sorry. I've been sitting by your side for so long that my hands must've gotten cold," Chris explains, but all you can see is his face.

"Beautiful," you whisper to your husband, who smiles at you.

"You're also beautiful, Princess," he says with a reassuring smile, making your heartbeat skip.

"I like it when you call me that; do it again!" you tell him.

"Yeah? Do you like it when I call you Princess? That's good because I can assure you that you're by far the most beautiful Princess in the entire world. You even looked like one during our wedding day," Chris tells you.

"We're married? Ooooh, I'm a lucky lady," you sigh as you look at him with fond eyes. Chris knows it's a side effect of all the medication you have gotten combined with the anesthesia, but that doesn't make it any less funny when you act like this.

"We are. You have been the beautiful Mrs. Evans for the past ten years already," he tells you, and your eyes twinkle at the thought of being married to the handsome man beside your bed.

Shortly after, the nurse comes to check on you, and not long after, you're allowed to go home, where you can fully recover from your procedure.

"I'm going to cuddle with Dodger when we're home," you tell Chris as he carefully wheels you to the car in one of the hospital-issued wheelchairs.

"I think he would love that, Princess. He always loves you a lot," Chris says, and you nod. Once you're seated in the car and strapped in, your husband returns the wheelchair before joining you in the car.

"Thank you for being my chaperone today," you say as you look at Chris, and a warm smile lights up his face.

"It has been an honor to be there for you today. I know you needed me, and just like I vowed to you a decade ago, I will be there for you through sickness and health. I will always be here for you, Princess, every step of the way," he says before lifting your hand and bringing it to his lips.

He kisses it softly before driving home, and when you're there, Chris prepares the couch for you to lie on. It doesn't take long before Dodger joins you, and you're getting the cuddles from him you've been craving so much. Today has been stressful, but with Chris by your side, nothing bad could ever happen to you.

After all, he's right there with you every step of the way.

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fallenangelics · 4 days

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I'll Meet You On The Battlefield

PAIRING | Adam/Lucifer Magne | Morningstar

WORD COUNT | 1189

SUMMARY | Against Lucifer's better judgment, he finds himself in Adam's bed once a year. Trying to turn the tables, he invites Adam down to a hot day in Hell.

RATING | Teen And Up Audiences

WARNING/TAG(S) | No Archive Warnings Apply, Friends With Benefits, Morning After, Forbidden Relationship

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Lucifer shifted in his bed, his body aching as his bearings slowly came back to him. It wasn’t often that he found himself in this state, nor did he normally wake up this early but something about sneaking into Heaven to hook up with the First Man seemed to set off some alarm bells.

He wasn’t sure why he allowed himself to be talked into this. Again.

But every year the day before the Extermination Adam would call Lucifer in for a meeting. Though Adam would never by choice make a meeting unless it was to gloat in Lucifer’s face then it was being mandated by one of the Seraphins, Lucifer would always agree to meet up with him and see what he had to say, even if he already knew where their future conversation was going.

When he’d arrive at Heaven’s Embassy and make his way to whatever room they were having a meeting in, ignoring the paperwork as he went, he’d find Adam munching on a fresh plate of ribs as he waited. Unlike any official meetings, Lute wasn't there, leaving the two of them completely alone and unwatched.

After Adam’s ego dropped a notch or two temporarily, courtesy of Lucifer, a one-way portal opens for him leading straight to Adam’s room. It was always a risk choosing to go through it and breach Heaven’s walls. It was almost as if there was a disturbance in the air that everyone could feel when Lucifer was there. He still went through that portal every time.

Miraculously, these invites only started after Lilith had run away, leaving Lucifer to his sorrows and to rule Hell by himself. Almost as if Adam had been waiting for this moment since he stole his first wife, maybe even before then.

None of that mattered though, not when he was once again tangled in someone else's bedsheets with an aching backside. He was getting ready to dress himself before creating a portal of his own to take him home. That’s how most of these occurrences ended unless, of course, Adam woke up before him and either kicked him straight back to Hell since he was too pumped for the Extermination to spare much time on Lucifer or was ready for another round, bothering Lucifer until he was fired up enough.

Today was different though. As he pushed himself up in the bed, the pearly white sheets fell from his bare chest and pooled in his lap. Lucifer was ready to go about his day just like any other, the heavy snoring of Adam ringing next to him as he was about to get up when an arm slithered its way around his waist, pulling him in.

Not expecting the sudden hold, Lucifer let out a soft hiss as he was tugged down. Even in his sleep, Adam was as demanding as ever, moulding Lucifer to fit his perfect image of a pillow as he was pushed onto his back and Adam’s head made its way onto his chest.

Lucifer dared to attempt to wiggle his way out of Adam’s hold, one of his hands shoving against his brown hair while the other tried prying his arm off from around his waist. He could easily snap himself out of Adam’s hold with the angelic power he still possessed though he didn’t attempt to, rather admitting defeat then putting further effort into his escape. All he got for his efforts was a drawn-out groan from Adam as he slowly woke up and more prodding.

“Let me go, you oaf,” Lucifer murmured softly to the waking Adam, the hand that had previously been trying to shove Adam’s head away now running through his hair. Though he hadn’t been let go, he was able to wake Adam up, keeping him awake would be another task in itself. His words seemed to not affect Adam as he slowly lifted his head, resting his chin on Lucifer’s chest so he could stare up at him through tired eyes.

“You weren’t saying that last night,” Adam mumbled, eyes slipping shut as he leaned his head into Lucifer’s hand, a sly smile stretching its way onto his face. A frown etched its way onto Lucifer’s face at his words, tugging Adam’s hair a bit harsher than it was necessary, pulling another groan from him. “I don’t need to be ready for hours, I’m sure you can stay a little longer.”

“Hm, that may be the case for you but if you’ve forgotten I’m the King of Hell,” Lucifer reminded Adam and though he had been neglecting his duties as of late, it didn’t mean he could let them completely slip from his grasp. “Now if you would let go of me so I could return to Hell that would be much appreciated.”

“You’re so ungrateful,” Adam muttered though there was a smile on his face. Trying to bury that smile, Adam planted his face into Lucifer’s chest, holding him down with his weight. His next words were spoken into Lucifer’s skin, the muffled vibrations sending tingles through his body, “I go through all this trouble to bring you up here and you can’t even bother to spend a few more hours with me.”

“Maybe you should come down to Hell for a change,” Lucifer suggested, his hands returning to running through Adam’s hair. He had thought about suggesting the idea for a few years now. Though they only met up once a year, it was a grand hassle to do so as Lucifer’s presence alone could be sensed by most of the higher-ups in Heaven, how they hadn’t caught them yet was beyond him. But if Adam was to come to Hell no one would bat an eye.

“And be subjected to the bummer vibe down there?” He rhetorically asked, head snapping up to scoff at Lucifer so the fallen angel could see how just grossed out he was by the idea. Lucifer merely rolled his eyes at Adam’s words, expecting such an answer. “Hell no.”

“I’m just saying it would be easier for you to come down there,” Lucifer shrugged it off as the suggestion was a silly idea, which he at first had thought it was but with every passing year he was brought up here it seemed it could actually work out. “Especially if you wanted to hold some… private meetings.”

Adam’s eyes narrowed as he took Lucifer’s words into consideration. Just by that look alone, Lucifer knew that his words had struck something in Adam’s brain, making him think upon the possibilities they had.

“Maybe,” Adam slowly said, hesitation behind the single word.

No matter though as a smile graced Lucifer’s face before he flipped the two of them over, Adam landed beneath his small frame with an exhaled huff. “Good to know you’re taking this fling seriously but I do have to part ways now. Call me if you ever want to make the trip down.”

There was a small blip as Lucifer and all of his belongings flashed out of existence, leaving Adam stranded on his back and a tent slowly growing in the blankets.

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blackwood4stucky · 11 days

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call of the moon

author: aspen blackwood

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu | 🅴 | 🔞

word count: | complete

tags: fantastical elements, omegaverse, werewolf au, some blood and violence

The change was by no means new to him, he was true to this barbaric lifestyle, but that meant little as his spine crackled with the shift. It was a cruel fact of life, pain. - A ruin is what became of the beast's home, but beauty can still be found in the wilds.

bingo fills + event prompts

@afgomegaversebingo | scent marking

@anyfandomangstbingo | werewolf au

@anyfandomdarkbingo | revenge

@anyfandomgoesbingo | breeding

@badthingshappenbingo | wiping the other’s tears away

@buckybarnesevents: babb2023 | wet & messy [jan prompt]

creatures & cryptids: into the wilds bingo | lycan

@eclipsingbingo | first time

@fandombingo

mcu card | omegaverse rpf card | identity reveal

@fandom-free-bingo

valentine’s edition | werewolf au world book night edition | free space

@kinky-things-happen | knotting

@marvel-smash-bingo | free space

@multifandom-flash

april | free space march | enchanted forest omegaverse | scent fetish

@stuckybingo | free space

@stuckygeekevents: stucky geek bingo | laceration

@ultimatechrisbingo | free space

@yearoftheotpevent | august: au of your choice

read: ao3 | ffn | sqwa

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thebrooklynnway · 22 days

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"And while Bucky and Tony don’t see eye-to-eye very often, loving Steve has always been the one thing they’ve had in common."

Title: in the midst of lovers Word Count: 1944 Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Omega Verse, Alpha/Omega, Pack Dynamics, Alpha Bucky Barnes, Alpha Tony Stark, Omega Steve Rogers, Silver Fox Tony Stark, Fluff and Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Polyamorous Pack, Top Bucky Barnes, Bottom Steve Rogers, Top Tony Stark, Daddy Kink, mentions of mpreg, PWP, Porn with Feelings, Anal Sex, Face-Fucking, Multiple Orgasms, Sappy Ending

• @steverogersbingo - [c3] free space • @multifandom-flash - [omegaverse] partner sharing

#brooklynn creates #steve rogers bingo round 3 #multifandom flash #omegaverse #stuckony #steve rogers x tony stark #steve rogers x bucky barnes #ao3 fanfic #moodbo

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nekoannie-chan · 3 months

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Road trip mission

Title: Blood magic.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X STRIKE member!Reader.

Word count: 690 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve thinks you hate him, maybe you have feelings for him.

Major Tags: Coworkers to lovers, mention of murder, little spicy, insinuation.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @multifandom-flash, Valentine’s day card & square 1:

"Road trip romance.”

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

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You were laughing at what Brock was saying as you planned the next mission; however, the smile was wiped off your face when you saw Steve enter the team meeting room. Although his presence there was not unusual, this time the mission was different.

They were to go to different cities, but only one person could accompany them.

The room was filled with murmurs as Steve explained the situation; however, you were ignoring everything he said; the whole team knew it was not to your liking.

“Y/N can go with you," Jack proposed with derision.

“I don't..."

“I think it's perfect; I think Y/N has everything he needs for the mission," Steve said.

After a few minutes, everyone's attention was focused on the map, with the red marks indicating the places where the enemies had attacked. You were standing in a corner, analyzing the information.

Steve approached you and handed you a folder with other details of the mission. “We need to follow them closely. I think they might be heading south, but I'm not entirely sure. I want you to lead this operation.

“I understand. We will find them," you replied.

You would leave the next day; you couldn't deny that you were surprised that Steve didn't want to be the leader of the mission as usual.

You arrived ten minutes before the time Steve had indicated, but he was already there. Without saying a word, he extended his hand to give you the keys to the vehicle. You looked at him with a little distrust and took them. He went to the passenger seat.

You had gone about five hours without saying a word. Why was Steve so complicated and easy to hate?

Sometimes you would pass on the songs; maybe you should ask him if he liked the music you were listening to. No, you would rather murder Jack when you come back; you would get revenge for getting into this mess.

“Why do you hate me?" Steve asked, breaking the silence you had had for almost eight hours.

“I don't hate you; I just don't like you," you answered without taking your eyes off the road. Steve raised an eyebrow. “You're very bossy, even more than Brock."

“Just because of that?"

“Maybe. "

“I like you."

You were silent again for another couple of hours.

Steve noticed your expression of concentration and discomfort and smiled. “Have you ever taken a road trip just for the pleasure of it?"

You shrugged. “I've never had the time for it. There's always a mission, always something to do."

“Well, maybe we should change that. After this mission, we could take some time to enjoy the road. What do you say?"

You smiled. “No. "

Steve kept his smile; he was absolutely sure it would change your mind.

Finally, you arrived at the last known location of the enemies. You didn't even have time to prepare or carry out the plan as you were immediately attacked, yet you managed to make the mission a success.

When you realized you had won, Steve took your face in his hands and kissed you. After a few seconds, you separated, looked at each other, and now you kissed him.

“Well, leader, how do you like the idea of a road trip now?"

“Okay, it's a plan. But first, we should rest and take the report. And of course, celebrate that the mission was a success." You changed your tone of voice a little, hoping that Steve had understood what you meant.

“I saw a small hotel on the way; we could stop there," he said.

“I hope there are rooms available," you commented with a mischievous smile.

“I think one is enough for us; I hope you don't mind sharing a bed." Steve tried to sound innocent.

“Maybe we'll have a lot of fun."

You got into the car; this time he would drive; you settled in the passenger seat; and as you drove, you looked at the stars. After all, what you felt for Steve wasn't hate, and you were going to make sure you had a good time before heading back.

#multifandom flash #multifandom flash bingo #valentine's day #valentine's day 2024 #steve rogers x reader

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stargirlwritingjourney · 9 days

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Even The Trees Have Eyes

Fandom: Yellowjackets

Pairing: Lottie Matthews/Natalie Scatorccio

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warning/Tag(s): No Archive Warnings Apply, Established Relationship, Stalker Misty

Summary: The plane had only recently gone down and everything is still figuring out how to survive. Lottie and Nat however need a moment alone to figure out some stuff of their own. Too bad you're never completely alone in the wilderness.

Event(s): @eclipsingbingo with 'lingering hug' and the Rising Moon with 'camping | @multifandom-flash with 'nobody thinks it will work'

Can be read here

Natalie still felt that at any second she might wake up from a horrible nightmare. The longer she stood in the middle of nowhere though, the effects of what just happened weighing down on everyone, she seemed to realise that there was no waking up from this. Not now, not ever.

With her arms wrapped tightly around herself, still in shock from what just happened, Natalie took slow steps through the camp they had set up right next to the crash sight. Everyone around her was trying to make themselves useful; collecting sticks for a fire, shuffling through any salvageable luggage, helping patch each other up; Natalie felt almost useless as she stood amongst them, watching as they all tried so hard to stay alive.

Eyes locking on Misty who was showing some of the other girls how to make bandages, Natalie was about to go over and make herself useful until a hand found itself upon her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. Turning to see who it was, Natalie's eyes landed on Lottie who was nervously chewing on her bottom lip as her eyes darted around the space.

"Lottie?" Natalie greeted, brows furrowing together as she took in Lottie's actions. The last time she had seen Lottie this skittish was when they had almost been caught kissing in the back of the girls' changing rooms by Van after practice.

"Can we talk?" Lottie questioned, her eyes finally settling on Natalie for more than two seconds.

"Sure," Natalie nodded, her lips thinning together for a few moments. Taking a look around at where they were stranded, all Natalie could see were girls huddled together or a forest stretching on. "I mean, what else is there really to do out here?"

Lottie didn't say anything to that, instead turning and walking off in some random direction, hoping that Natalie would follow. And follow she did. Not making eye contact with any of the other girls, Natalie kept her sole focus on Lottie as she led the way, not stopping until they were far enough away that they could no longer hear the camp sight.

"So, what's up?" Natalie asked, unsure of herself now that they were so far away from everyone else.

"I know before the plane crash that we were only slowly starting to get to know each other on a new level," Lottie started, taking both of Natalie's hands into hers. "But I want you to know that you can tell me anything while we're out here, okay Nat? Even if the rescue team gets here tomorrow, you can rely on me out here."

"Okay," Natalie's throat felt dry as she said it, though she forced a smile onto her face regardless. Nodding her head slowly as if needing to confirm for a second time, Natalie slowly said, "And you can do the same."

"Okay," Lottie repeated, smiling as she pulled Natalie in slowly, wrapping her arms around her and holding her close.

From behind a tree, Misty watched the interaction, her brows furrowed behind her glasses.

#yellowjackets #yellow jackets #natalie scatorccio #lottie matthews #lottienat #lottie yellowjackets #nat #natalie yellowjackets #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 writer #ao3fic #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #eclipsing bingo #eclipsingbingo #multifandom flash

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voiceoffenrisulfr · 2 months

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The Real Winter Soldier.

Bucky's reputation proceeds as he heads out one night to relieve some stress - but perhaps people know him less than they think when he decides to eliminate an enduring problem, with climactic results. Prompts fulfilled: ‘Boys With Pretty Eyes’ – Bug’s First Bingo (@unfortunate-beetle-and-friends); ‘Bad Reputation’ – Build-a-Bucky Bingo (@buckybarnesevents); ‘Bi-Wildered’ and ‘Stalker with a Crush’ – @multifandom-flash (Double) - Blackout! Find the Masterlist here!; ‘Anonymous Sex’ (Alternate) – The Woods Are Lovely, Dark, and Deep (@darcylewisbingohq); ‘Do it Again’ and ‘Submissive Lover’ – @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition). CW: Smut.

Check it out below, or on AO3 here. Boards at the bottom. This awesome divider is by @atlasscrumpit!

I’d heard of the place a few times over the years. It always sparked the same idea, but I’d pushed it away time and again, hoping that the situation would eventually rectify itself.

But it didn’t, and now I was here – standing outside a nondescript building, identifiable only by a small plaque by the black door, shining gold letting declaring ‘innominate’.

My hands shook as I stepped inside, clad in unremarkable, anonymous black, my hood up, the lower portion of my face obscured by a dark face mask, printed with the lower half of an ominous skull.

Anonymous I may be, but I still had a reputation to uphold.

The inside was surprisingly light and airy, and the blonde girl behind the pale wooden counter beamed broadly as I entered.

“Hi! Welcome to innominate. Is this your first visit with us?”

Her jovial, upbeat tone eased my nerves somewhat, and I nodded silently, nervous about how identifiable my voice may be. She clapped her hands excitedly, leaning forward in her seat. “Amazing! Would you like to hear about anonymity policies, or just dive right in?”

“I-” I broke off quickly, clearing my throat and dropping my voice another octave before continuing, “I have identifying… Marks. How certain are you that the… Individual won’t tell anyone I was here, if they recognize me?”

Her smile softened sympathetically, and she shook her head. “All of our staff sign intensive NDAs. We have been in business for eight years, and have never had a single breach in confidentiality, despite catering to some of the city’s most elite.”

I nodded slowly, distinctly impressed by their success rate, feeling somewhat reassured. “I’m pleased to hear that. So… How does this- How do I…?”

She grinned once more, sliding a tablet over the counter. “This shows who’s currently available, and will let you know a little about them. Take all the time you need; just let me know who you decide on, and I’ll show you through when you’re ready.”

Another nod, and I took a seat, pulling my hood a little further over my head as someone else entered.

“Oh! Welcome back, miss. The usual?” the receptionist chirruped, and the patron chuckled.

“Yes, please, Evangeline. I’m rather fond of Roxy.”

One of the images on my screen – a heavily pierced and tattooed individual, sporting black lipstick and sharp eyeliner – vanished immediately. The client turned and caught my eye as I glanced up curiously, the crinkle in her forehead giving away the smile beneath her blue face mask. “Ah… New meat?” I hesitated before nodding, and she winked broadly. “Don’t worry. It’s not as scary as you think. You’ll be fine.”

I grinned behind my own mask, inclining my head gratefully and earning a happy wave in response before she trotted off, her enthusiasm evident.

I was halfway through the catalogue, having come across several possibilities, but there was nothing – nobody – yet who particularly spoke to me, until a pair of gorgeous mahogany eyes bore into mine.

Oh…

My finger tapped the image automatically, opening the file to a flurry of pictures, my breath catching in my throat.

Oh.

The man was stretched out in a variety of poses and degrees of dress, brandishing a selection of whips and canes, handcuffs and ropes, his biceps tensed and the muscles of his back flexed beneath an expertly rendered tattoo of a ship.

The Lieutenant Age: 28 Height: 6’0” Body Type: Muscular Kinks: Shibari, marking, squirting, sub/dom dynamics, sadomasochism, anal. Preferred gender: Any and all! Specialises in: BDSM, inexperience.

The Lieutenant was previously a Navy man, so he knows his way around ropes and has endless patience. His confidence in his own skill is so high, he offers a money-back guarantee if climax is not achieved within sixty minutes*.

*Denial practices and similar render this guarantee null and void.

Oh. Well. He seems… Nice?

I reapproached the desk shyly, the tablet clenched between my fingers. The receptionist – Evangeline, apparently – looked up as I stood before her, fixing me with another encouraging smile. “You’ve made your decision?” With a small, sheepish nod, I offered the device back to her, the man’s face staring up between us incriminatingly. She grinned a little wider, her gaze finding mine knowingly. “A good choice. He’s highly rated. Did you bring any special instructions?”

“Special instructions?” I repeated uncertainly, my palms sweating.

She quickly shook her head, hands raised to soothe my nerves. “Some patrons like to provide specific instructions for their meeting. You could prepare some now, if you’d like?” I hesitated briefly before shaking my head, and she nodded once, making a note. “Well, if you visit us again, it may be worth bearing in mind – certain outfits, scenarios, equipment…” I swallowed anxiously, and she beamed. “No requirement, of course; it’s just something to consider. So – are you ready to go through?”

With an uncertain nod, I fell into place behind her as she lead the way down a hall behind the desk, my heart racing. She paused beside a blank door, a plaque similar to the one on the outside of the building secured to the wall, ‘The Lieutenant’ shimmering at me in that same ethereal gold. With a gentle knock, she opened the door slightly, ushering me forward with a thumbs up and a mouthed ‘have fun!’.

Most of the room appeared as if a standard bedroom – a four-poster bed with red silk sheets, a floor length mirror, a couple of wardrobes… And a number of unidentifiable, intimidating contraptions to one side, half-obscured by a hanging sheet.

But the focus of the space was undoubtedly the man lounging on the bed, one hand behind his head, dark eyes shifting to mine as I leant against the door.

“There’s a form for you to fill out on the desk… Bring it to me when you’re done, and we’ll make a start. It’s nothing serious,” he added with a grown when I hesitated, a hint of an accent sending a shiver down my spine. “Just preferences, hard limits, interests… Things like that.”

I knotted my fingers in front of myself nervously pulling at the tips of the glove on my left hand uncertainly. “I, uh…” I trailed off, and he chuckled.

“You won’t surprise me. I’ve seen it all.” I winced as he spoke, looking away, and he hesitated. “You’ve never… Explored?”

“I’ve never been with a man,” I replied shortly, my cheeks colouring, and heard him rise from the bed, crossing over to stand before me. The rolled-up sleeves of his shirt exposed strong forearms, and I swallowed dryly as I shifted my gaze to his.

“You’ve never been with anyone.”

“I’ve been with people!” I retorted hotly, face flaming, falling silent when he raised an eyebrow pointedly. “I… I’ve done… Some things. Giving things. With som- with one person. …Once.”

“My, my… The great Bucky Barnes is a virgin, hm?”

My head snapped up in surprise, feeling myself pale. “How- Why would you think that I’m-”

“I’d recognise those eyes anywhere.”

With a dry swallow, I tugged down my mask, smirking with far more bravado than I felt. “What are you – some kind of stalker with a crush, or something?”

“Just a fan of attractive men with a bad reputation,” he quipped back, moving a little closer. “I’ve warmed myself on many a cold night thinking about those baby blues staring up at me while you’re on your knees – or down at me while I’m on mine.”

I gulped audibly as he rested a hand against the door beside my head, the warmth of his breath ghosting over my skin as he smiled. “You must have come here today with some idea of what you wanted, Winter Soldier. Why don’t you tell me the things that have you squirming and stroking that cock, and I’ll see what I can do to make them come true?”

A shy shrug, and my eyes flicked to his once more, tongue darting out to wet my dry lips nervously. “I… Y-You can do anything you like to me, Lieutenant. I just kind of want to get it over with.”

He sighed with a grin, thumb trailing gently over my jaw. “No, no, boy. I’m going to take my sweet time with you. You’ve given me a very high honour, and I intend to make the very most of it.” I blushed, and he smirked, grasping my chin between his fingers. “But… If you’d like to give me free range, I’ll make sure and certain to make your world implode.” I nodded quickly as he leant closer, my breath hitching in my chest as his mouth paused a half-inch from mine. “Say ‘yes, Sir.”

“Y-Yes, Sir…” I stammered at a whisper, and no sooner had the words left my lips than they were pressed firmly to his, my back meeting the wood hard as I whimpered quietly. His fingers knotted in my hair, free hand sliding up the edge of my shirt to grasp my hip as he pressed himself to me. The feeling of his cock digging into my abdomen made me tremble nervously, and he pulled back far enough to shoot me a grin.

“So you’ve never touched another man, hm?” he purred, mouth trailing over my throat as I gasped and shook my head. His hand found mine, guiding my fingers to the straining in his slacks and inhaling sharply at my tentative touch. I let my body react instinctively, free hand seeking his belt, eager to have his skin against my own, and he snorted. “So enthusiastic, huh? You go right ahead, snowflake. Put those hands to good use… And then we’ll see what that mouth can do.”

The sound that emanated from my chest was embarrassingly needy, earning a chuckle from the man pressing me to the door, my hand reaching into his underwear. He groaned roughly against my neck, hips twitching into my palm as I caressed him clumsily, before snorting softly. “Just relax, Snowflake. You’re overthinking it... Just do what you’d do to yourself.”

My hand stuttered on his length, and I bit my lip nervously as his lips skirted my collarbone, fingers slowly pressing higher up my stomach, trailing lightly over my ribs. “I-I, uh...”

His other hand worked to cup the front of my jeans, and he froze, leaning back with his eyebrows raised. “... Did I... Are you not... Enjoying yourself?”

My face heated, and I shook my head quickly. “No- I mean, I am, I- This is good, I just- I’m really enjoying myself, it’s just that-”

“Hey.” I met his eyes, and he smiled softly. “It’s okay. Take your time; I just want you to have a good experience, yeah?” I nodded slowly, shyly, and he cupped the back of my neck to pull me with him, kissing me deeply whilst moving toward the bed.

I let out a soft gasp as my back hit the sheets, his body half atop mine, squeezing his length gently and earning a quiet whine for my effort. His fingers slipped into my waistband, lips at my throat, and my eyes fixed on the canopy overhead as his hand shifted lower.

“... Oh. Oh. I see...”

I winced, muscles tensing as he froze, tears pricking my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I breathed, voice cracking, and his head shot up quickly.

“You- What? Why?” His hand was still in my pants as I shrugged, and he kissed me softly. “You have nothing to apologise for. This doesn’t change a damn thing. I just didn’t- I had no idea that you... I shouldn’t have assumed, though.”

With a weak chuckle, I shrugged again, hyperaware of his fingers resting gently on my freshly shaved crotch. “Nobody knows. Except... Well, you, now.”

“Do you want me to carry on?” he breathed, smiling when I nodded, his lips brushing mine once more. “Anything I shouldn’t... Say? Touch?” I shook my head, trembling lightly, and he purred, nuzzling into my jaw. “Relax, boy... I’m going to show you the stars.”

My muscles unclenched, and I nodded, eyes closing as his fingers crept lower.

Oh. Oh. Oh, wow...

My back arched as his fingertips brushed against my tender clit, a humiliating groan bursting from my lips, making him chuckle against me. “That’s it – god, so needy... Look how eager you are for me, snowflake...” His thumb skirted light circles over my clit as his fingers slid lower, trailing along my wetness, grunting with pleasure as my legs inched apart automatically. “Tell me to stop at any time,” he whispered. No sooner had I nodded than one fingertip pressed inside me gently, making my body clench automatically against the intrusion. His hand paused, lips caressing my throat to relax me, murmuring soft encouragement into my skin until he could continue.

“Oh...” I breathed as my body began to react to his gentle touches, any thoughts of pleasing him briefly pushed from my mind as I fisted the sheets in my ecstasy. “Oh... Oh, God...”

He chuckles quietly, shifting to kneel beside me, freeing his hand to jerk my jeans down with a grin. “My fantasy requires very little reworking...” His eyes found mine, earth and ocean locked together, and he smiled a little more softly. “I’m still going to want those eyes on me when I taste you.”

I gulped and nodded, propping myself up on my elbows to watch him as he slid my boxers down my legs, a low shiver working through my body anxiously. Rough palms on my thighs sent sparks of pleasure along my nerves, and a gasp was torn from my lips as he tugged my legs apart, exposing my wetness to him shamelessly. His gaze sparkled as he took me in, chewing on his lip eagerly for a moment before he dropped to his chest, burying his face against me with a groan.

I yelped in pleasure, back arching when his tongue trailed the length of me, one hand on each of my thighs pressing them further to offer myself to him without hesitation. He drew back just long enough to grin up at me, winking as he licked his lips. “Mmm... Every bit as delicious as I imagined.” My head fell back as he returned his tongue to my slit, finger working its way back inside me. My eyelids fluttered in pleasure, a soft whine sneaking between my teeth as he licked and sucked at me, but I couldn’t help stiffening when a second digit brushed my entrance. “Easy, sweet boy... Relax...” he murmured, peppering soft kisses over my clit until my body uncurled, permitting a second fingertip to slide inside me. I groaned at the pleasurable stretch, toes curling, one hand finding his hair to pin him closer. He let out a sound of surprised delight as he worked me ever more eagerly, digits striking an unfathomable spot inside me that make my breath stutter and electricity jolt through my veins.

“O-Oh- oh, fuck... God, that- that’s- God, don’t stop, please-” I stammered uselessly, rutting against his face desperately, body trembling. He guided me on for a moment more, sending me barrelling ever closer to my quickly-approaching climax – and leaving me shaking and whimpering when he drew back quickly. “Wh- No, please, please don’t- I need you to-”

He shifted up my body to kiss me deeply, the taste of me on his tongue making me blink in surprise.

Well... That’s... Unexpectedly hot...

“Breathe, boy... I only get one opportunity to give you your first orgasm at the hand of another. And I’ll be damned if I’m not having you screaming on my cock.”

I gulped and nodded, my hands moving to push his shirt from his shoulders, pulling eagerly at the buttons. “Yes. Yes, Sir. Please.” With a soft groan, he pushed down his slacks, kicking himself free from his layers until he lay naked over me.

“Shirt off. I want every damn inch of you.”

With a frantic nod, I dragged the material over my head, wincing minutely at the ragged scar at my shoulder where flesh melted into metal, and the parallel lines across my chest. At this, he paused for a moment, taking the time to trail soft kisses from one side of my chest to the other, and then along the rough skin at the amputation site. “Winter Soldier... You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, moving to kiss me gently as I blushed. His chest met mine, one hand tangling in my hair, his cock pressing against my thigh lightly while I shivered nervously. Reaching out, he snagged a condom off the bedside table, but I shook my head, catching his wrist gently.

“Do you have to?” I murmured, swallowing. “I-I... I don’t mind if you do. But I’d like to know what it- the most... Real experience.”

He frowned minutely, dropping the foil and meeting my eyes seriously. “I’m clean. I always use a rubber at work. But what about-”

“Not a risk,” I interrupted quickly, shaking my head. “None of it... Works.”

With a gulp, he nodded, and I quivered as he maneuvered himself until his tip brushed against me lightly. His mouth find mine to swallow my gentle whimper as he pressed forward – but he drew back quickly to let out a low groan, forehead meeting mine. “F-Fuck, Snowflake – the tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever had...” My nails dug into his back with mild discomfort and intense delight, his words notably and unexpectedly arousing, legs lifting to wrap tightly around his waist.

“All for you, Lieutenant,” I gasped, burying my face in his throat. “Y-you’re the first person ever... The only one- Fuck, so big...”

With a quiet growl, he bottomed out inside me, pausing to pant against my hair, resting for just a moment. “Are y- fuck, that’s so good, so wet, so tight, clenched around me like a goddamn vice... A-are you okay?” I nodded quickly against him, feeling unusually but deliciously complete, his free hand finding my waist to ground himself before he drew back slowly.

“I’m good, I’m good, I’m- Holy shit, that’s- I can’t- You-” My useless whimpering dissolved into whines and mewls as he shifted, working every inch of his thick cock inside me, stretching me out with admirable patience.

“That’s it, soldier. You’re doing so well – look at that wet pussy taking me so prettily... You feel so good, sweet boy...” His fingers shook minutely as he caressed my jaw, kissing me deeply as his thrusts slowly increased in speed, leaving me gasping for breath as my body began to jerk under his strength.

“I- L-Lieutenant, I- I can’t- I’m-”

He growled as his hips met mine harder, the grip on my waist releasing to free his fingers to tease my clit encouragingly. “That’s it, boy. Give it to me. Squeeze that perfect cunt around my cock and come for me like the eager little slut for me.” His thrusts became more erratic as I worked myself against him frantically, whimpering when he began to slam into me with a renewed passion. “Scream for me, soldier. Show me how much you love it.”

My nails clawed desperately at his back as the room filled with the lewd sounds of skin meeting skin, sharp gasps of pleasure and my quickly increasing moans until my back arched, body unravelling under his rough thrusts and gentle touch. “F- I’m- I- Lieutenant, yes, just like that, just there, I-!”

He buried himself inside me as my entire body jerked and spasmed, muscles clenching around him as I cried out. His lips by my ear parted in a deafening groan, and I whimpered at the feeling of his hot seed spilling inside me, his firm thrusts slowing gradually as he pressed a soft, trembling kiss to my sweat-damp hair.

I lay in his bare arms, still panting lightly, his fingers caressing the metal of my arm tenderly as we came down together.

“So? Good enough for your first time?” he asked softly, and I laughed, head meeting his chest.

“I can’t imagine it gets much better,” I breathed, shivering happily. “That was... Earth-shattering.”

With a quiet snort, he squeezed me gently, stretching himself out beneath me. “Well... You’ve still got a couple of hours left yet. Anything particular you’d like to do with your time?”

His gaze met mine, and I smirked, tensing gently around his length still resting inside me, making his pupils flare with lust. “Do it again.”

Eyebrow arching, he waited for me to nod affirmatively before pinning me down, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

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