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Cuddle bug
PAIRING | Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader
WORD COUNT | ~ 900 words
SUMMARY | Steve comes home from a long mission, and all he wants is to be cuddled up in bed with his favorite person. However, your shared secret threatens to be spilled when your good friend walks in the door and finds the two of you in bed together.
RATING | Teen (T)
WARNINGS/TAGS | Established (secret) relationship, use of nickname (Doll).
A/N | This little drabble is written based on a request I received from a sweet Anon! As soon as I saw this prompt, I couldn't resist writing a little something, so I hope you will all enjoy it! This is proofread by the amazing @ccbsrmsf1, for which I'm forever grateful. I love you 🩷
EVENTS
Masterlist | @marvel-smash-bingo | Secret relationship
Masterlist | @seasonaldelightsbingo | Can't Warm Up
Masterlist | @ultimatechrisbingo | "That is America's ass."
Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: Source
Main Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist
Steve has been away on an extended mission—three and a half weeks and counting—and you're missing him more than ever. The two of you started dating only a few months ago, though it mainly takes place behind closed doors. You cannot get enough of one another whenever you are alone. Still, when other people are around, it is strictly professional—apart from the occasional reassuring smile you give one another.
Within the Avengers, there is no opposition to team members dating. Still, Steve has specifically asked to keep your relationship a secret because he wants to explore the connection between you two. It is the perfect way to get to know each other personally, and the last few months have been amazing because of that.
Now, you find yourself in your bedroom, curled up in your comfiest armchair with a good book and Alpine beside you. Since Bucky is on the same mission as Steve, you have taken over her care, and she's purring away in her sleep on the windowsill, enjoying the warm spring sun.
Just as you're about to finish your chapter, you hear a knock on your door, and you look up, expecting Natasha or maybe Tony to come by, but when you see who walks in the door, you smile brightly. Steve is back from his mission.
"Hi, Doll. I missed you," he tells you as he walks into the room, and your book lies abandoned in your chair. He's still wearing his suit and the shield on his back, letting you know he came to visit you right away, and it makes the butterflies in your stomach go wild.
"Steve, you're back already! I thought you would be gone for another few days!" Your arms are wrapped around his waist as you plaster yourself against his chest. His heartbeat thumps against your cheek as he gives you soft kisses on the top of your head. His hands rub soothingly over your back as he inhales your sweet scent.
"Mission got wrapped up early, so I figured I'd come home to my girl as soon as possible," Steve says. You lift your head to meet his gaze, warmth spreading through your cheeks as he calls you his girl.
"I love it when you call me your girl; it makes me feel special," you say shyly, and Steve can't help but chuckle.
"I'm glad because I cannot stop calling you that," he tells you before kissing you in a sweet, soft kiss. You two take your time to bask in one another's familiarity, but he pulls away when he can feel a shiver run down your spine.
"I think it's time we had some cuddles, Doll. You're shivering," he whispers, and you nod.
"That sounds good. You know I can't warm up properly with you there," you tell him, and he smiles knowingly. Before you know it, Steve has put down the shield, and his suit is folded neatly on top. As he bends down to put his boots away as well, you happen to glance over, and you're met with the glorious sight of Steve's butt being wrapped perfectly by his light blue boxer briefs, highlighting it beautifully.
"Hmm, so that is America's ass," you say jokingly. You have seen it clothed and bare countless times, but you still can't help saying it. The bright red flush covering Steve's cheeks has you smiling wide, and you can't get enough of the sight.
You have also taken your clothes off, being left in your underwear as you crawl under the covers with Steve. Due to the super soldier serum, his body temperature is always warmer than a regular person's, so he makes a perfect cuddle companion during the nights and colder months.
"Welcome back, Steve. I missed you and your warmth so much," you whisper when you're lying in his arms, your leg thrown over his, his arm wrapped around you, and your head on his chest. The comforter is pulled up to your chin, and you're just about to fall asleep when you hear a few knocks on your door.
"Y/N? I'm here to pick up Alpine!" you hear Bucky's voice carry through the door before he swings it open, and you immediately sit upright in the bed, clutching the comforter to your chest, leaving Steve exposed in the bed in the process.
"B-Bucky, hi!" you say as embarrassment floods your body that you're caught in bed with your boyfriend. Bucky's face turns bright red as he looks at the two of you, his mouth opening and closing without words as he tries to understand what's happening. Without saying another word, he turns around and closes the door behind him, leaving you two to wonder what just happened.
"I should go talk to him, Doll," Steve says as he leans in for a kiss, which you happily give him.
"Okay, but only if you promise to come back soon. I can't miss you for too long again!" you tell him, and he nods with a smile before jumping into his pants. The rest of his suit and his shield are left behind as he runs after Bucky to explain what is going on between you two.
While you were embarrassed at first, you're also a little relieved that you can finally share the love between you two with someone. This is going to be the first step to telling everyone about your relationship, too. It won't be long before you don't have to carry this secret around anymore, and you're looking forward to that day finally being here.
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History at its best
Summary: You love history.
Square 1 filled for @ultimatechrisbingo: Professor!Steve Rogers
Pairing: Professor (Silver Fox) Steve Rogers x Student!Reader
Warnings: language, undefined age gap (the reader is of age), Silverfox!ASteve, light smut, unprotected sex, creampie, possessive Steve, doggy style, Captain & Sir kink, dirty talk, hand around throat (no choking, but I add it just in case), inappropriate relationship
Words: 1k+
This story is part of my: Adventures with your professor masterlist
History. You love history. Especially when it comes on two long legs, and makes your panties dampen with only one look.
“Today, we will pick up where we stopped last time. Y/N, can you tell me where we stopped last time?”
Damn that man. Professor Rogers. Steve Rogers. He flashes you a bright smile as you nervously shift in your seat.
You cross your legs and try to pretend you’re not having daydreams of your professor and his perfect cock. “Miss Y/L/N.”
“Page 385, Lesson 12,” you reply, praying that you remember the page right. If not, he’ll bend you over his desk and punish you for not listening to his lecture.
“Very good, Miss Y/N,” Professor Rogers points out. “As always. You’re such a good student…and a good girl.”
“I-“ dropping your eyes to your notebook you swallow thickly and pray none of the other students heard his last comment.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he puts on a big show as he walks toward his table. All tall and bulky he makes an impressive sight.
He puts on his glasses. The ones he doesn’t need. Steve Rogers just wants to act like he’s a normal guy.
But when he almost fucks you through a wall, he proves that he’s more than an average forty-plus guy lusting over one of his students. Steve Rogers is still the man saving the world more than once and a super-soldier.
“Professor, can we talk after classes,” one of the new girls in your course asks. “Please.”
“Sorry, Miss—“ Steve furrows his brows as he can’t remember her name. “What was your name again?”
“Sandi, with an I, not Y,” you dip your head to watch her lean back in her chair to push her tits out. You chuckle and turn your attention back toward the notes you took last time.
If not, Steve will find a way to punish you. And you are not in the mood for a bruised ass and no orgasm again.
Once in a while, you love to be a bad girl and to get some well-deserved punishment. Just not this week. You want to be good this time to make sure he goes easy on you and your still tender ass.
“Right, Miss Y/L/N,” your head snaps up the moment you hear his voice. Steve narrows his eyes as you got lost in thoughts once again. “Do you want me to repeat the question for you?”
“I’m sorry, I was looking over my notes about the Roman Empire and didn’t hear your question, Sir.”
You watch his Adam’s apple bobble when you use the title. “Well, at least you were engrossed in the topic, not some fashion magazine. You are forgiven.”
He smirks as you release a shuddery breath. “Thank you, professor.” Steve doesn’t seem to be mad.
“Anytime, Miss Y/L/N.”
“Why not? Every other girl would gladly join me at that party,” you roll your eyes as one of the frat boys tried to talk you into going to a party with him.
“I told you; I got a boyfriend at home.”
The annoying guy doesn’t need to know your boyfriend is your professor and the former Captain America.
“What he doesn’t know…” he grins, offering you a good time and more. “You don’t want me to tell everyone you’re an uptight bitch, right?”
“Fuck you,” you storm off, muttering under your breath. “No one gives a shit about your opinion.”
“I bet she’s boring in the sheets, bro. Let’s forget about her,” one of the other frat boys pats the guy’s shoulder. “We will find some other bitch for you.”
“Do we have a problem here?” Steve cocks his head to look down at the guy hitting on you. He was hiding behind a corner to jump in if needed. “What did you just say about Miss Y/L/N? How did you call her?”
“Virgins, you know,” the guy dares to snicker. “I bet she will mewl like a cat in heat when she gets fucked. Needy bitch.”
It takes everything in Steve not to break that grinning frat boy’s neck. He balls his hands into fists and takes a deep breath.
“Maybe she only needs a real man. Someone not treating her like a piece of meat. A man who knows how to fuck. I bet, you’d learn a thing or two listening to an experienced man, not a boy who creams his pants the moment he sees boobs...”
Steve storms off. If not, he’ll gladly kill the boys for daring to even lay eyes on you…
The moment Steve sent you a message, demanding that you wear a naughty schoolgirl uniform and no panties you knew, someone fucked up big time.
You just didn’t know it wasn’t you but the guy hitting on you.
Now he has one arm wrapped around your chest, hand gripping your left upper arm tightly. He sinks his teeth into your neck to mark your body all over again.
“Who do you belong to, doll?” you whine at Steve’s words. You’re too out of it to even answer. “I asked you a question and I expect you to answer it.”
“Y-you,” you squeak. “I’m yours…only yours.”
“Fuck, this cunt.”
Steve moves his hand to your neck to force you to crane it. He grins as you look up at him with glassy eyes. “Say it.”
“Your cock feels so good, Captain,” you’re out of breath. Steve is fucking you hard from behind, never missing a beat as you struggle to even keep your body upright. “I love it so much.”
“Of course, you do, doll,” he lowers his head to kiss you greedily, lips and tongue dominating your mouth.
“Steve…please…”
“Not yet,” he growls against your lips while his hips mercilessly snap into your ass. “I’m gonna ruin this cunt first.”
“It’s yours…only yours,” you babble and whine. “Please…Sir…” You’ll do anything to get your high. “I love it when you fuck me.”
“Fuck,” your body goes slack as Steve slaps one hand between your legs to shove two fingers inside your cunt to join his cock. “Fuck…Stevie…Captain…Sir…professor…”
“That’s it. You can cum now, baby doll. Come for me and take all of my spunk,” Steve growls when his warmth fills you. “You’re so good for me. Always so tight and warm.”
You tremble against him. It’s all too much. “Please…I can’t…”
“Shh…I’ve got you baby doll,” Steve immediately wraps his arms around you. “I’ll carry you into the bathroom and we will have a warm bath. Just let me lock the door first…”
“Yes, Captain…”
Steve kisses your temple and mumbles soft words as he pulls out of you. “I’ve got you...baby...I love you.”
“I love you too, Steve.”
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Just To See You Smile
Title: Just To See You Smile
Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 902
Tags: Angst, fluff, crying, cuddling, Chris is amazing and Dodger is adorable, slight mentions of self-doubt, hurt/comfort, and I think that's it.
Written For: @ultimatechrisbingo
Square(s) Filled: G2 - Netflix and Chill
Beta(s): T. Thompson
Dedicated To: @wermadashatters on AO3
A/N: The photo of Chris kissing the hand is NOT mine. It belongs to @nixakimbo on Instagram. I added their watermark to the picture as well.
Title Card: Yours Truly
The phrase "I'm over today" doesn't even begin to describe how you feel.
Nothing has gone right since the moment you woke up. Your alarm didn't go off, you forgot to transfer your clothes to the dryer so they were still wet this morning, and to top it all off your computer crashed at work.
Tears of frustration slide down your cheeks and onto your shirt as you contemplated going to your parent's house instead of your boyfriend's. Chris was so good to you, almost too good, and you didn't want to burden him with your bad mood.
A faint tap on the glass brings you back to reality and your opportunity to not ruin your boyfriend's day slips through your fingers.
"Sweetheart?"
The sleeve of your sweater wipes your cheeks before you reach over and roll down your window. "I'm sorry." You're not even sure what you're apologizing for, but it feels necessary.
Chris frowns, concern evident in his eyes as he opens the door so he can be closer to you. He kneels on one knee and gingerly cradles your face in his big hands.
"Honey, why are you sorry? What's the matter?"
Fresh tears threaten to spill over your waterline as you gently shake your head. Chris patiently looks at you, his thumbs catch the ones that do fall and it makes the dam inside you break.
Sobs rack your body as he envelopes you in his arms.
"Shh, it's okay… I got you. You're okay. You're safe, baby."
He holds you like that, running his fingers through your hair until your cries are reduced to small hiccups. You pull away just enough to allow yourself the room to look at him. His eyes still show concern, but there are also other emotions in them like love and tenderness that are reserved only for you.
Chris kisses your lips softly and grabs your purse in his free hand, "come on, sweet girl. Let's go inside where it's warm."
He doesn't let go of you until you're sat down on the living room couch. Dodger immediately comes to greet you, and the way he nudges your hand with his nose makes you want to cry all over again.
"I'm going to go make you a snack and grab your favorite pillow and blanket, okay?"
You nod and bury your face in Dodger's fur as he settles in your lap. He smells like Chris, like home, and it's enough to provide you the comfort you need until your boyfriend returns.
By the time he's done, Chris has transformed his whole living room. The lights are dimmed, your favorite show on Netflix is queued up, there's a bowl of popcorn and a glass of your favorite drink on the table in front of you, and he's turned his couch into a makeshift bed.
He reaches down and tucks a lost strand of your hair behind your ear, "can I get you anything else, pretty girl?"
"Just you." Your voice is still shaky, but at least you're not crying anymore.
Chris doesn't hesitate. He maneuvers you so you're both laying down, your back pressed against his chest while Dodger lays at your feet. His fingers brush your bare arm while he uses his other hand to push play on the remote.
You're not paying attention to the show, but the low sound of it in the background is still comforting.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
His question hangs in the air, but it doesn't make you feel pressured. It has quite the opposite effect, making your feelings feel valid before you've even told him what's wrong.
"Just a lot of little things." You sigh, "today was just a bad day, you know? Everything felt like it was against me. I missed my alarm this morning, I'm dumb and didn't transfer my clothes from the washer to the dryer, so they were wet, and my work computer hates me. I got nothing done today at the office because it crashed and I'm pretty sure my boss hates me now too. I just wish I could start today over so I could stay home and spend it with you."
You lay your head on his chest and play with the chain of his necklace. The sound of his steady heartbeat keeps you grounded as the two of you just breathe together for a moment.
"I'm sorry you had a rough day sweetheart. I want you to know that not only are you amazing, beautiful, and talented, but you're also not dumb. Forgetting to switch your laundry is something we've all done. We're human, baby. It happens. And as far as your boss goes… I'm sure he doesn't hate you. You're a dependable, loyal employee and I'm sure if you explain what happened he'll understand."
You sniffle and nuzzle deeper into his embrace. "Can we just stay like this?"
"Sweet girl, we can do whatever you need to feel better. I'll cancel all of my interviews tomorrow too so we can have a lazy day indoors. How does that sound?"
You gaze up at him and smile. It's the first time today that you've done that and it only makes it wider.
"It sounds amazing, baby. I love you so much."
Chris kisses you sweetly, "I love you too, honey. You're my best girl, you know that?"
You giggle, "I'll always be your best girl."
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Educational Desire
Parring: Debbie (OC) x Steve Rogers, Debie x Bucky Barnes, Debie x Peter Parker
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1520
Warnings: NSFW, professor/student relations, language, flirtation, alcohol use, light BDSM, foursomes, voyeurism, oral sex (female and male receiving), anal sex, fingering, vaginal sex
Summary: Debbie is a college professor working within the Avenger’s compound. Her classes are usually full of cadets needing to learn another language. However, when Peter, Steve and Bucky decide to take her class, their reasons are far from educational. Can Debbie let down her guard, allowing herself to find the man or men of her dreams? Will the guys make a play for their professor?
Chapter 6 of 6
A/N: Special thanks to my wonderful beta readers and support system @sapientesgladio and @annaofthenorthernlights All characters in this story are over 21.
Created For: @julybreakbingo / heavy breathing/grunting/groaning/grunting/gasping / foreplay @pparkerbingo/ kink discovery I5 @ultimatechrisbingo / that’s America's Ass N4 @anyfandomgoesbingo / title of your sex tape B2
“Have you jerked off today? If not, I want to help you.” Debbie’s new self confidence is extremely sexy. Her words dripped like honey. Her eyes focused upon Steve as to challenge him to make his long anticipated move.
Steve’s smirk tells Deb he finds it irresistible as hell. “No, baby girl, I haven’t. I rather cum in you.” His ocean blue eyes run over her body, sending delightful shivers down to her core.
She takes a step closer to Steve, who is now standing in the middle of the kitchen with a teasing smirk. “You’re a sassy ass.”
“That’s America’s ass, to you.”
“Um, do you realize that sounds like the title to your sex tape.. if you had one, of course.”
“What makes you think I don’t, Doll?” Now it was her turn to blush. She felt the heat reach her cheeks, knowing Steve was getting to her.
Buck leans his back on the bar, sipping his whisky. “You walked right into that one,” he jokes.
“Oh, who asked you anyway?” Deb mutters, trying to gain composure.
Bucky places the tumbler onto the counter. He makes three large strides towards Deb. “You were the one who asked me to judge this little flirting match of yours.” He runs his hungry eyes over her body, his cock twitching in anticipation. “Considering we all have put the moves on you, doll face, I don’t understand why we haven’t got a room and fucked it out yet.”
“With lots of cums from me, baby,” adds Peter from his seat.
Buck re-approaches her again with his play, as his voice drops an octave as he asks, "Are you a morning person or a moaning person? Can we figure it out?" He thumbs Deb’s lower lip, making her blush while her goddess fans herself swooning. Bucky smirks at his success, backing up once more, leaning against the counter.
The guys didn’t play fair. They had her turned on her body, wanting them to take her now. She gains her composure, clearing her throat nervously. “You just might find out, Sergeant Barnes.” Her voice slightly shakes with anticipation. Bucky gives her a wink, adjusting himself with his right hand to relieve the pressure of his growing erection.
Peter bites his bottom lip while undressing Debbie with his eyes. "Are you my homework? Because I wanna slam you on a desk and do you twice because I put my name in the wrong place.” He knows with just one glance he has won her over. “Stupid geography test….”
Oh, God, what had she gotten herself into? Debbie thinks as her inner goddess applauses and pats Deb on the shoulder. Good girl, you got them to prove their points! Now, go get them! “You guys are to the point.”
“Nope, it’s amazing how long we can last,” Steve adds. Deb's mind echoes the previous question, she thought to herself.
Steve and Bucky exchange glances. Buck nods towards Peter. “I’m game. Pete, how about you?”
“Anything Deb wants is perfect with me. Besides, a hottie in my bed is always well-treated.” His lust-filled eyes run over her body. Debbie backs up nervously while her inner goddess is giving a fist pump.
Steve salutes up to her, grabbing hold of her waistband, not letting her back away from him. His lips meld with hers and that’s all it takes for her to melt. Bucky and Pete senses it immediately, stripping quickly. She’s lost in his kiss as he backs her up to the small dinette table. He lifts her effortlessly upon the table and then pulls off her pants.
"I'm buying you skirts from now on," Bucky whispers into Debbie’s ear as his teeth nip at her neck.
Peter hastily unbuttons her blouse and the intimate lacy articles underneath. They are discarded to the floor, allowing him to enjoy a beautiful view. His eagerness slowed as he cups her soft breasts, admiring them. “Fuck, your tits are beautiful, baby.” Debbie gasps as he latches his mouth on the right, giving it the love it deserves as his hand plays with her left nipple.
Debbie’s fingers immediately go to Peter’s hair, tugging it gently, not wanting him to stop. As Peter moans during the act, the reverberations and sound causes the desire to pool in her lower abdomen.
Steve kneels before her. His naughty tongue circles her clit as two fingers dive into her divine wetness. “Fuck baby, all this for us?” Bucky palms his hard cock while his wet tongue dances with Debbie’s.
She tilts her head backwards, a breathy “Ye-yes,” falling from her lips.
“Yes, what?” He demands. His thumb hovering over her sensitive nub, she could feel the heat from him but him not touching her clit caused her to whine.
“Y-es, Captain,” she answers obediently.
“Good girl.” Steve then rubs his thumb in circular motions on her clitoris. Giving the good girl what she deserves.
“Buck mmm — you need to feel how tight her pussy is.”
“You want me to do that, baby girl?” Bucky husks against the shell of her ear, before nipping her lobe.
“Mm yes, Sergeant.”
“Which hand?”
“Left,” she stutters.
“Looks like our girl has a metal arm kink.” He moves to kneel beside Steve, who has removed his fingers, while keeping his hot tongue teasing her roused pearl. Cool metal fingers dive into her warm pussy, causing an excited shudder to radiate through her body. “You’re so wet, Draga.” Buck curls his long fingers, pumping them slowly at first, then faster.
Debbie moans loudly, giving Peter’s tongue the chance to slither in and kiss her deeply.The sensual sounds from her causes his arousal to harden. Eagerly, he swallows each of her moans while he grasps his cock. “Looks like we are finding more kinks,” he states after breaking the kiss.
The overstimulation from the men sends desire coursing through her veins as she comes undone under the special care of her lovers. Bucky maintains eye contact with her, removes his fingers and licks them.
Peter picks Debbie up, carrying her into his bedroom as the others follow. He lays her on the bed like an honored porn star as the three climb onto the mattress. Deb sits up, motioning to the men with a come hither finger, scooting back with a teasing smile.
Peter grabs her ankle, pulling her gently toward the three as she giggles. “Baby, tell us what you want.” Her eyes darken with excitement.
“I want you to fuck my mouth. Steve to fuck my pussy and Bucky to fuck my ass.”
Steve’s eyes darken as he gets comfortable on the bed. He pats his lap pulling Debbie to straddle his waist. She runs her eyes over his girth's length. “All aboard, Sweetheart, it’s all yours.” She leans down to kiss him as her fair falls around his face like a veil. Her pussy welcoming his length as one would a long-lost friend. Steve places his hands upon her waist.
Bucky grabs the lube from the nightstand, running a generous amount over his flesh, fingers pumping them into her ass. Deb whimpers as he replaces them with his cock. Steve begins to thrust upward and Bucky inward.
Peter moves close holding his weeping cock to her lips. Deb licks her lips and then takes him into her moist mouth. “Ohhh fuck,” he curses,as he grasps her hair and tugs it tightly.
Pornographic noises radiate through the small space. Steve helps her ride him with ease. Bucky thrusts into his lover, making sure they are both satisfied. Peter fucks her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. The way her body takes each man has them panting. Steve’s cock presses against her sweet spot while Deb bucks her hips backwards towards Bucky. Her body is close to unbridled passion.
Steve fondles her breasts, moaning while Bucky reaches around to rub her clit. Peter places one hand on her neck, adding a small amount of pressure. One more thrust has her body quaking around her lovers. Steve and Bucky have filled her with their cum, nestled deep inside her. The warm sensation causes Debbie to moan loudly around Peter's cock. He hits the back of her throat, his hot cum coating its prize.
Debbie collapses, her body spent. Steve cuddles her close to his chest as they come down from their highs. Fingertips run gently over her back.
Bucky retrieves a wet cloth for each cleaning Debbie first. She hums gratefully, keeping her eyes closed as the moist fabric grazes her lady parts. He lays down beside Steve resting a hand on Debbie’s ass. Peter lies on the opposite side of Steve beside Debbie, resting his arm around her waist.
“Hi, princess—” Peter brushes her sweaty hair out of her face, kissing her gently on her lips. Steve plants a kiss upon her forehead, as well as Bucky.
“Mmm, hi,” she opens her eyes slightly, gazing upon Peter’s face.
“Rest, we’ll be here when you wake up,” Peter reassures her. Deb smiles softly, her eyes fluttering close. It’s only moments before falling asleep in her lovers arms.
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Dynamite Ball Skills
Summary: Taking a niece to soccer practice, Y/N meets a friendly face.
Squares: Soccer Player!Jake Jensen @ultimatechrisbingo
Words: 925
Warnings: Fluff, dorkiness
A/N: This has been sitting in my wips for almost 2 years now. I hate it. I hate everything about it. I feel like Robert Pattinson feels about twilight.
Y/N was frantically searching the living room, rushing to find her keys so that she could take her goddaughter to soccer practice. Her best friends, Bucky and Natasha Romanoff-Barnes, left her in charge of their eight year old daughter while they were on a mission
“TETYA! Hurry up!” Tatiana called from the front door. “We’re going to be late for practice!”
“I’m coming, Tati. I just need to find keys,” Y/N replied as she lifted the couch cushions.
“Tetya, they’re by the door,” Tati told her with an exasperated sigh.
“Oh.” Y/N hustled to the front door and grabbed the keys, ushering the girl out of the door.
They arrived at the soccer fields a few moments later, finding the rest of the team already warming up. Tatiana ran off to join her team while Y/N locked up the car. As Y/N walked up to the field with the folding chair in her hand, she spotted one of the other girl’s mothers, Stephanie, and beelined straight to her.
“Hey, Y/N!” Stephanie called as she approached. “Nat and Buck out of town again?”
“Yeah, something afoot across the country,” Y/N sighed as she set up the chair and took a seat.
“It’s always something,” Stephanie said. “I know they hate being away from Tatiana so much but I’m so glad they have you to keep an eye on her.”
“They really do. I’m glad that I get to spend as much time with my goddaughter as I do. Not many people would step up for their friends like this,” Y/N agreed.
“I know what you mean. I’m glad my brother is as good as he is with Hannah,” Stephanie smiled, lifting her hand to wave across the field at her daughter.
The little girl lifted her hand up before a man with glasses and a whistle called for the team to gather up.
“That’s not the usual coach,” Y/N observed as she squinted at the blond man on the field. “He looks familiar though.”
“That’s my brother, Jake,” Stephanie chuckled. “He plays professionally but he’s out for the season with a knee injury.”
“Hmm. I don’t watch soccer and I know I’ve never met your brother, but there’s something about him. I just can’t put my finger on it. He’s really familiar,” Y continued, losing herself in her musings as Stephanie talked about something.
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“Tetya, did you see that goal!?” Tatiana chirped as she bounded up to her godmother after practice.
“I did, Tati! That was incredible!” Y replied, wrapping her arms around her.
“We have a game Saturday. It’s at 8 so we have to be here for 7:30 sharp, Tetya,” Tatiana informed sternly, some of her mother’s mannerisms becoming known. “That means no losing your keys.”
“You know, you could have just told me they were at the door,” Y/N chuckled.
“Eh, not as much fun,” Tatiana shrugged as she skipped away, her red curls bouncing behind her.
“The Barneses out of town?”
Y/N gasped and turned around quickly, her hand on her chest. “Jesus, you scared the hell out of me,” she panted.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to do that,” the blond coach replied, holding his hands up in surrender.
“It’s fine. I just didn’t expect you behind me. Yeah, yeah, I’ve got Tati duty for a bit while they’re gone,” Y/N explained as she checked out the man in front of her subtly. His pink Petunias shirt fit snugly across his chest and around his arms, showing off his toned muscles. The wire framed glasses drew her attention to the beautiful blue eyes behind them, long eyelashes brushing his lenses. His smile was entrancing, something about him so free and weightless.
“Well, I’m in the front now. I mean, in front of you. I mean,” he stumbled, his cheeks reddening as he babbled, making her chuckle.
“It’s fine. I’m Y/N, Tati’s godmother,” she introduced, holding out her hand.
“Jensen. Jake Jensen,” he replied as he grasped her outstretched palm.
“Is that like James Bond?” she teased, noticing how warm his hand was against hers.
“Nah, my firearm is a bit rusty but I’m dynamite with balls,” he shrugged, his eyes widening after he realized what he said. “I didn’t mean -”
“Jake, it’s fine,” she laughed as she let go of his hand. “James Bond was never my type anyway.”
“Yeah mine either,” he confirmed, his shoulders relaxing a bit at their banter.
“I’m guessing there was a reason you came over? Unless you just wanted to talk about your expert ball handling skills,” she taunted with an innocent smile.
“Oh, right. Um. Yeah, so we have a game Saturday morning and Tatiana is on the calendar for the snack. I wasn’t sure if you knew, so I wanted to make sure to tell you,” he babbled aimlessly.
“Oh. Snack,” she repeated sadly. “Okay. I’ll…I’ll make sure we bring something.” Y/N turned and started to walk back to where Tatiana was chatting with Hannah when Jake’s hand wrapped around her arm.
“That might have been the original reason but do you think, maybe, you would um, want to maybe, possibly get coffee with me tomorrow?” he asked sheepishly, the tips of his ears turning pink as he spoke.
Her heart fluttered in her chest as she looked into his hopeful eyes, encouraging her to trust her gut and take the leap. “Yeah. That…that sounds great.”
“Really? Okay so I know this coffee shop like three blocks from Hannah’s school where -”
“Jake,” she interrupted, “Stephanie has my number. Why don’t you text me the address?”
“I can do that. Yeah,” he nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
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Title: A Day in The Life
Pairing: Steve Rogers/ Darcy Lewis/ Bucky Barnes
Rating: SFW
A/N: The summary of this moodboard is a little short and sweet, but it's been a while since I've done this. I'm rusty, but to be fair, the idea for this was simple. So I tried to stay that way as well.
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It was Jane's bright idea to use their small town's local fair to promote their recently opened bookstore. Free publicity and a nice summer day spent having fun, what could possibly go wrong?
Darcy. Darcy is what could possibly go wrong. It seems that Darcy's life has become a tangled mess...
And it could all come to a head?
It's her fledging relationship with her mysterious neighbor, Bucky... and the homecoming of her childhood sweetheart, Steve who came back with a foster daughter in tow--that makes her realize life has woven a complicated web for her to navigate.
But maybe a wonderful day spent riding the Ferris wheel, eating cotton candy and bonding with two amazing men and a young girl can make Darcy realize that life can sometimes be messy...but the universe always has a way of working it all out for the best.
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The Dead Savior
Fandom: The Gray Man
Written For: @anyfandomangstbingo, @ultimatechrisbingo and @badthingshappenbingo
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Beta’d by: endlesstwanted (on Ao3)
Summary: Agent Holloway was the girlfriend of Lloyd Hansen, after his death she stayed at his home and continued working while grieving him.
Word Count: 2,325
Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x OFC
Warnings: blood, torturing, shooting, guns, stabbing, fighting, non consensual touching, forced kissing, mentions of masturbation, violence, sex, Daddykink, consensual breath play/choking
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Erin Holloway had been the girlfriend of Lloyd Hansen, and when she found out he died, she spent about two weeks home alone stuffing her face with ice cream. She wasn’t the type of girl to eat sweets after a heartbreak, but she had at least given it a try. When the ice cream didn’t make her feel better, she decided to throw herself into work.
Erin Holloway made money the same way Lloyd had, torturing and getting information from people. And just like Lloyd, Erin enjoyed her work.
Erin removed her bloody apron and gloves, then looked at the man in front of her. “You won’t last much longer.” She grabbed her tools and headed upstairs.
After cleaning everything she headed to her shower; once she was in she sat down and pulled her knees to her chest and cried. It was easy for her when she tortured someone, she was focused on getting information, but when she was alone memories of Lloyd flooded her mind.
She had just gotten out of the shower when her phone rang. “Hello?” She answered.
“Is he talking already?” It was her boss, Draven.
She mentally kicked herself, she had forgotten to call him before her shower. “Not yet, and he can’t handle much more.”
“Then, finish him. I’ll bring you someone else, unless of course you’re ready to work here again.”
“Honestly, Draven, I think I like doing it at home.” It was the place she had spent her nights with Lloyd, and she felt closer to him when she was there.
“Fine, I’ll send Mya and James to drop off the new one and pick up the old one.”
“Fine.”
After getting dressed she grabbed her favorite knife and headed down to the basement. She grabbed the man’s chin and lifted it up, her blade pressed to his throat.
“Any last words?”
“Yeah.” The man sputtered. “When they find you, they will kill you.” The man grinned right as she sliced his throat. It was a messy way to kill someone, but she enjoyed the blood. It was her favorite part of torturing.
She had just gotten re-cleaned up when she heard the shooting outside. She grabbed her gun and went outside by the back way, she quietly headed towards the front of the house. Her friend and coworker Mya was crouched behind a car, James’s body laid lifeless in her front yard.
Mya spotted her and waved, signaling her to go over to her. She hurried, ducking down with Mya. “What’s going on?”
“Apparently the new prisoner had a tracking device.” Mya groaned.
“Lovely, and I’m guessing no one thought to check him for it. How many are there?”
“If I had to guess, I would say at least ten.” She checked her gun. “And I have two bullets left.”
“I have plenty, do you think you can make it inside? There’s more ammo in the top drawer in the kitchen, the closest to the hallway.”
“Okay, cover me.”
Erin nodded and lifted up just enough to get a good aim, she signaled Mya to go. Right as Mya headed to the back, a man started shooting, Erin smirked as she pulled the trigger, hitting the man right between the eyes.
She was down to one bullet when she started wondering where Mya was. “Fucking great.” She crawled from the car towards the back, she was almost to her door when she felt searing a pain in the back of her leg. She turned her body just enough to look, a knife was just below the back of her knee.
About two feet from her was a man. “Looks like it’s our time to torture you.” He had a heavy Russian accent.
She quickly pulled the knife out and rolled all the way over, pointing her gun at him. He kicked it out of her hand right as she went to pull the trigger.
He stared at her and pulled her up by her hair. “Nice try Agent Holloway, it’s a shame your boyfriend died, we would have loved to capture him as well.”
He tied a rope around her wrists and ankles, then tossed her in a car. “Search the house for Dimitri.”
She laughed. “Was that his name? He’s dead, I enjoyed slitting his throat and letting his warm blood go everywhere.”
The man growled and bashed her head to the back glass, causing her to go unconscious.
When she came back to her senses, she was in a mostly dark room, her hands tied to a pole above her head. Looking around she made sure she was alone before she tried to escape. She quit trying when she was certain the only thing she was getting was rope burns. “At least I will see you soon, Lloyd.”
The sound of a door opening caused her to look up, it was the man that had caught her. “Hearing about your reputation I was expecting you to be free by now.”
She ignored him, putting her focus back on the ground.
The man lifted her chin. “You are pretty, maybe instead of torture I’ll please you.” He grinned, his free hand moving down her body.
She kicked him, causing him to back up. “The only man that has successfully pleased me is dead.”
“I knew not to untie your legs.” He stepped closer again, gripping her by her throat. “Kick me again and you lose a leg.” He forced a kiss on her, she pulled away and headed butted him.
“You suck at kissing, let me guess you finish in thirty seconds, too?”
He spit out blood, then grabbed her by her hair, pulling out a knife and gently sliding it across her cheek, just enough to make her bleed. She could feel the blood trickling down after. “Now, will you behave?”
“After that? Not a chance. Do you even know how to do this, big boy? Do you need help?”
The man growled and shoved the blade in the side of her stomach. “How about I just kill you?”
She smirked. “I don’t think you can.”
He clenched his fist and pulled the knife out, he had both hands on the handle above his head, ready to stab her again when there was a shot. He fell on her and she instantly wiggled her body, making him fall off her, looking up to see who saved her, half expecting Mya.
Lloyd Hansen stood in the doorway, smirking at her. “Miss me, princess?”
“You’re dead.”
“Did you see me die?” He stepped closer to her.
“N-no.”
“I assure you, I’m very much alive.” He pressed his finger to his lips. “But shh.”
“Why am I grieving for someone who isn’t even dead?”
“Because you love me.” He chuckled and cut her free.
He caught her as she fell, and getting her balance back, she hit and shoved him away. “You asshole, I cried for you!” She pressed a hand to her wound.
“I know, I’ve been watching you.”
Erin glared at him, she bent down and grabbed the gun off the dead guy and pointed it at Lloyd. “You want to run that by me again?”
Lloyd grinned. “I couldn’t tell you I was alive.”
“Oh? But you can now?”
“No, but I wasn’t about to let my princess die.”
“Screw you, Lloyd!”
He pulled her to him and kissed her. “Gladly, but maybe after you're safe.” He rubbed the cut on her cheek. “If anyone is going to mess up that pretty skin of yours, it’s going to be me.”
Erin smiled and lowered the gun. “Then let’s go before I change my mind about killing you.”
“You won’t kill me, you love me too much.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She made sure there were plenty of bullets in the gun. “How many?”
“I left you three.”
“And Mya?”
“Dead. Sorry”
Erin shrugged. “It happens, now let’s go make them pay.”
When they made it out she followed Lloyd to his car.
“We can’t go home.”
“I know princess, don’t worry, I know a place.”
“Is it where you’ve been hiding?”
“Yes.”
She looked out the window. “How have you been watching me?”
“It was my house, I had cameras.”
She scoffed. “Why not come and get me? Why did you let me go through that?”
“If you disappeared right after my death, then someone could have figured out I was still alive. And for the time being, I need to be ‘dead’”
“I’m sure you could have found some way to tell me.”
“Dammit, Erin, I needed you to believe I was dead!”
“Okay, fine. Whatever.”
When they got inside, Erin spotted the many t.v. 's, and all the videos of the house she had been staying in, one particular screen catching her eye.
She pulled her gun out and pointed it at Lloyd. “You had one in the shower?”
He licked his lips and smirked. “You know, it really turns me on when you threaten my life.”
“Lloyd, I’m not playing. Why? Why have one in there?”
“So I could see all of you, princess, I do have… needs.”
She got closer, pressing the gun to his heart. “I cried for you, and you what? Jerked off to it?”
Lloyd chuckled and grabbed the gun, keeping it where she had it. He leaned down and kissed her. “You have two options, kill me or move the gun so I can fuck you.”
She tossed the gun aside and kicked him right in his junk. “You’re not getting me back that easily.”
When she turned to walk away, Lloyd pulled her back by her hair. “If you wanted to play, you could have just asked.” He shoved her down, standing over her and rolling her to face him, knife in hand.
“I don’t want to play, I just want to be left alone.”
Lloyd held the knife to his lips as he thought. “No, I haven’t gotten to touch you in months.”
“That’s your own fault.” Erin grabbed her own knife and stabbed his leg, pushing herself away from him
He pulled her back by her legs and ripped open her shirt, tossing his knife down and rubbing the dry blood on her side. “At least let me patch you up before it starts bleeding again.”
“I can do it myself.”
Lloyd grabbed a handful of her hair and kissed her, tugging when she bit his lip. He growled. “Okay, princess.” He got up and grabbed some bandages. “I’m sorry I wasn’t dead.”
Erin threw her hands up. “I’m glad you’re alive, okay? I’m pissed you didn’t tell me, pissed you watched me cry for you.” She stopped fighting him and let him patch up the wound.
When he was done he kissed her, one hand going to one of her breasts and the other going down to her pants. She let out a moan when his fingers went in her.
Lloyd pulled away from the kiss. “I knew you missed me.”
“I never said I didn’t.”
He smirked and moved his hand from her pants causing her to give a soft groan. “Why are you groaning? You didn’t want me, remember?” Lloyd smirked again.
When he started to get off her, she pulled him back down. “Lloyd.”
“What?”
She bit her bottom lip. “Daddy?”
“Yes, princess?”
“Fuck me.”
He grinned. “Gladly.” He kissed her, and moved down her body, removing her pants and underwear. He then headed back up her body, stopping at her chest. He slid two fingers inside her as his other hand gripped one of her breasts, his mouth covering the other.
She relaxed under his touch, a moan escaping as his fingers moved.
Lloyd moved his mouth from her breast to the other one, inserting another finger as he did.
“Fuck, Daddy.” Erin moaned. “I need you.”
He took his fingers out and stood, removing his clothes. Erin sat up and watched as he grabbed his cock and stroked himself. “Show me just how much you want me, princess.”
She got on her knees, her hand replacing his. She looked up at him as she put her mouth on his cock. He instantly stuck both of his hands in her hair while she sucked, her tongue twirling around.
“That’s a good girl, come on princess I know you can do better.” He pulled her hair, and she moaned as she sucked harder.
When she got him to moan, he pulled her off and shoved her to the floor. “Now remember, if you want me to really fuck you, then don’t cum just yet.” He grinned, gripping her thighs. The moment his tongue touched her insides she moaned.
She clenched her fist, her head leaning back as she moaned more.
“Daddy.”
She bit her bottom lip, trying not to release.
“Daddy, please.”
She let out a loud moan as her toes started to curl.
“Daddy! I can’t-”
He lifted his head up. “Don’t cum, not yet, princess.” He moved up, kissing her, his fingers taking the place of his tongue. She moaned into the kiss.
Her hands wrapped around his shoulders. “Daddy, please.” She begged.
He licked his lips. “I’ll give you what you want, but don’t cum until I tell you.”
“Yes, daddy.” She nodded, then bit her lip as she waited.
His free hand gripped her throat as he moved his fingers, ramming inside her. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he rammed in her again. His grip on her throat tightened. “Not yet.” He growled as he got faster.
She scratched down his back as she moaned, leaving a trail of blood. He bent down and kissed her, biting her bottom lip as he broke the kiss, and he loosened his grip on her throat to listen to her moans.
“Daddy, please!” She screamed.
He rammed harder. “Okay, princess. You can cum.” He rammed in her once more, and then stopped as they both came.
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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.
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Fluffcember Day 6 | Apology accepted
Pairing | Husband!Ari Levinson x Wife!Fem!Reader
Word count | 2.4K
Summary | You and Ari have a big fight, and it doesn't go how Ari thinks when you storm out of the house. Spending time apart has always been difficult for the both of you since you've constantly been conjoined at the hip. The time apart gives you both time to think, and when you come back, Ari is more than ready to apologize the best way he knows how.
Warning(s) | Established relationship ~ husband & wife, use of a pet name ~ Princess
Angst | Swearing, mentions of a big fight, mention of a past abusive relationship, Ari is an absolute ass in the beginning of the story
Smut |unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), oral ~ F & M receiving, squirting, 69, dirty talk, size kink, belly bulge
A/n | This one-shot is written for day 6 of my Fluffcember 2023 Challenge. Thank you to @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this one, it is deeply appreciated as always! I apologize that this and the last one were later than planned, but starting from tomorrow’s fic (day 7) everything will be going back to its regular schedule 🎄
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It is rare for you and Ari to fight, let alone to have one as big as this one. You don't remember how it started, but you know it has evolved into a screaming match on both sides.
''You are such a bitch sometimes, you know that?!'' Ari spits out, and as soon as the words slip out of his mouth, he instantly regrets his choice of words. Where he was beyond angry not even a moment ago, he is suddenly all too aware of everything going on, and the tears spilling over your waterline are not being missed by him.
But that's not what breaks Ari. What does end up being the last straw for him right now is that when he flings his arms up in anger - without the intention of hurting you, he could never do that - you flinch and step back with your arms wrapped around yourself.
You've been hurt too many times to count in your past relationship because your ex-husband has been both emotionally and physically abusive towards you, which has left you extremely traumatized.
It has taken years of therapy to return to your old self, and when you met Ari, your future seemed much brighter again. The day you told him what had happened to you, he swore never to lay a hand on you, and he has never broken that promise, but that doesn't mean you didn't get scared by his unintentional movement.
You're sobbing loudly as you retreat up the stairs and away from your husband, your vision blurry as you slap a hand over your mouth to stifle the sobs, but it's not working.
''Fuck!'' Ari yells as he throws the photo on the floor that he is holding, shattering it into a thousand little pieces. It was the photo your fight was about, and he knows he should have thrown it out long ago, but he couldn't get himself to do it.
And look where it got him right now: his wife crying and afraid of him and packing her stuff to get out of the house, away from him. No matter what he says or does, it won't matter because he knows he can't change your mind.
It's not for lack of trying, though.
''Princess, can we please talk about it? I'm sorry-'' is all he can say, but your mind is made up. You packed enough clothing and toiletries for a week and brought some valuables that you can't go without.
Your wedding ring, however, is left on the little trinket dish in the bathroom, and it's the first thing Ari notices.
''Fuck you, Ari Levinson,'' is the last thing you tell him before wiping your eyes and leaving your keys by the door, right before slamming the door behind you. How you would get back into the house would be a worry for another moment; right now, you need to get out of the house and away from him before either of you do something they regret.
You order an Uber, and within a few minutes, it's there, and you get in without looking back, ready to go to a nearby hotel to stay there for a few days.
Ari was looking through the big window next to your front door the entire time until you were entirely out of sight, and that's when he collapsed.
His hands are threaded into his hair as he sinks to his knees, screaming to let all his frustrations out. The tears roll in steady streams over his cheeks as he's petrified you will have left him for good.
But you could never get yourself to the point of leaving him forever. You need some time apart to think about what happened, but in the end, you will always come back to him and talk about what happened. But right now, you both need your own space.
''I'm such a fuck-up...'' Ari whispers to nothing as he wipes the tears from his cheeks, letting a few sniffles escape before pulling himself together and going upstairs to see what you've taken - and left behind.
He walks into the bathroom and finds your wedding ring there, which he had already noticed was missing when you walked out the door. Next up is the closet, and he sees that some of your favorite clothes and his hoodie are missing.
The photo of you two hanging on the bedroom wall is also missing, and you brought your electronic devices for work, but the rest are still there, just like they were that morning.
The most valuable thing he is missing now is you.
The first three or four days were, apart from lonely, relatively okay. But there's only so much work you both can distract yourself with and because of that, you decide that on the fourth evening of your departure, you'll send Ari a text message to talk.
My Princess 👑 >> Can we talk tomorrow over lunch? The hotel has a restaurant where we can sit and discuss what happened.
You have to fight the urge to text him how much you miss him, and instead, you keep the message neutral to calm your excitement.
My Prince 👑 >> Of course, Princess. I can be there at 1:30 PM. Let me know if you want me to bring anything, and I will. I love you.
He is making it incredibly hard not to run back to him and forgive him instantly, but you're surprising yourself with the amount of willpower you are showing.
You text him that 1:30 is okay and which hotel you're staying at, and with that, you're officially feeling better, not about what happened, but about the fact that you two can talk it out like adults.
The next day arrived faster than you thought, and it's currently 1 PM, so you still have about 30 minutes before you meet Ari in the hotel restaurant.
To be sure, you opted for a shower first. You may be talking about your fight, but that doesn't mean you can't look decent for your husband. You're opting to wear a casual outfit instead of Ari's hoodie, which is what you've been wearing for the past few days.
A few minutes before you're supposed to meet him, you make your way down to the hotel, and much to your surprise, he's already waiting by the time you arrive.
He gets up from the table he was sitting at, and you see the denim shirt that spans over his shirt and shoulders, making every muscle look even bigger than it already is.
Despite your height in your platform boots, he's still quite a lot taller than you are, and when he greets you, he has to lean down pretty far to reach your cheek, where he places a soft, loving kiss.
''Hi Princess, thank you for meeting me,'' he says, and you can't help but giggle at how his beard tickles your cheek, and a flush spreads across your cheeks.
''It's the least I could do after the way I stormed out of the house,'' you say as you sit down across from him, and he nods in response, not wanting to ruin the moment.
''I'm sorry for storming out of the house the way I did-'' you start the conversation, ''- It was immature of me, and I'm so sorry, Ari. I know I hurt you with that, and it has never been my intention to do that, but my fight or flight response kicked in...'' you say as your voice trails off.
''No need to explain, Princess, you did what was best for you in the situation, and I understand why you did it. I should be the one saying sorry in this case because I shouldn't have yelled at you the way I did.''
''All you did was ask a normal question about a photo, and I went off without a reason to do so, and I am so sorry for that, Princess. I have been hurting so much knowing what I did to you, and I want you to know that I love you so much, and if you let me, I want to show you just how much,'' he asks, his voice getting slightly deeper near the end.
You can already feel the arousal pool in your panties, and without needing to say a word, you're getting up, and Ari is immediately following you up to your hotel room.
You two barely make it into the elevator because once the doors close, Ari picks you up, and your legs are wrapped around his waist. The kiss you two share is passionate and hurried, unable to get to your hotel room quickly enough.
A clash of tongue and teeth follows, and once the doors open when you're on your floor, you guide Ari to your hotel room, which is close to the elevator.
''Here,'' you say as you hand him the keycard, and without a problem, he unlocks and swings open the door, kicking it shut behind him before pushing you against a wall.
''Missed you so fucking much, Princess, couldn't even fucking cum without you being there. It was so fucking hard every day, but without you, I couldn't do it. Need you so much, Princess,'' Ari tells you between kisses on your neck and jaw, all while you're opening the buttons on his shirt, needing him just as badly.
''Ari, please! Need you to fucking wreck me!'' you beg him, and he isn't one to deny you when you're begging for him to ruin you.
It doesn't take long for you both to be completely naked, and he's already lining up with your entrance. His red, leaking tip is swiped through your folds with his large hand and long fingers wrapped around it, and you're already whining impatiently.
''Fuck, so needy for me already, aren't you?'' he asks, and when he finally starts sliding in, he hisses at how tight you are around him, even after all the years you've been together.
''Jesus, fuck! Such a tight pussy for me, feels so good around my big cock, always such a perfect, tiny pussy for me to fuck,'' he groans as he slides in, and you moan uncontrollably at a stretch, and you can never get enough of it.
The size difference between you and Ari is perfect in every single way, and his size kink is most definitely satisfied each time he slides home, though he can never stop himself from commenting on it.
''Look at you, Princess, look how much I'm filling you up already. 'm not even in, and I can already see myself in your belly,'' he tells you, and he throws his head back when he slides in completely, your back arching into him when he does.
Your moans are uncontrollable at this point, making Ari only harder inside you. He bends forward, bracing himself on his elbows beside your shoulders, before slowly rolling his hips, and the smirk on his lips is almost devilish.
''D-don't smile at me like this,'' you tell him, or you try to at least, because when you're nearing the end of the sentence, he angles his hips in such a way that has your eyes rolling into your head.
''What're you talking about, Princess? 'm just making love to my wife,'' he says, and he captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss that is enough to push you over the edge, especially with the way he thrusts into your sweet spot.
''Ari, 'm cumming!'' is all the warning you can give before you cum, and you squirt all over the bed and your husband as you push him out with the force of your orgasm.
''Fucking hell, Princess, look at you! Fucking squirted all over me, you know how fucking good that makes me feel, don't you?'' he asks, but your brain is already turned to mush after just one orgasm.
''I need a taste of this delicious pussy now, Princess, and you get to sit on my face just the way you like, he whispers in your ear right before nibbling on your earlobe, earning himself a soft whine.
He's lying on his back, and you're too far gone even to comprehend what's happening; you're seated on his face, but you can't keep yourself up, so you fall forward as he's already licking his way through your folds.
You're eye to eye with his cock, and you reach out to touch it, giving it a few strokes before taking the tip into your mouth and suckling softly. When you do this, he lets out a groan that goes right through your body, and you're already on the edge of another orgasm again.
He keeps eating you out like a man who's been starving for a long time, and when you trace the large vein on his cock with your tongue, you feel him twitching in your hold, making you smile.
Once Ari dips his tongue into your entrance to get to the source of your sweet juices, you moan loudly, but your second undoing comes when he attaches his thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles that have you trembling in his hold.
The moans and whines leaving your lips are absolutely without any control behind it at this point, as you're completely and utterly fucked out, but all you need now is for Ari to cum. That's all you can focus on right now, and that doesn't take long.
''Feels so good inside that throat of yours, Princes, gonna fucking cum for you, and you better swallow it all,'' he says through gritted teeth as he fucks up into your throat, your hand stroking the part you can't get into your mouth.
Before you know it, he's shooting his ropes of cum into your throat and mouth, but he can't seem to stop cumming, and a few spurts of cum end up on your face as well, making you look thoroughly and utterly fucked out.
C'mere Princess,'' he says as you look back at him, and he pulls you onto his chest before licking his cum off his face, right before giving you a deep kiss to feed it all back to you.
''Good girl,'' he tells you, and with those words, you fall asleep on your husband's chest, getting some much-needed rest. You would continue your conversation when you wake up, but right now, you need to be in his arms, where everything will be okay.
#fluffcember 2023#ultimatechrisbingo#afgkinkbingo#ari levinson#ari levinson one shot#ari levinson imagine#ari levinson fanfiction#ari levinson fanfic#ari levinson x female reader#ari levinson x reader#ari levinson fluff#ari#ari one shot#ari imagine#ari fanfiction#ari fanfic#ari x female reader#ari x reader#ari fluff
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Christmas Sweater
Summary: It’s the ugly Chrismas sweater time.
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Square 9 filled for: @ultimatechrisbingo: Miscarriage
Square 20 filled for: Lulu’s X-Mas Bingo: Christmas Sweater
Square 16 filled for: Lulu’s Winter Bingo: Sweater
Rating: Mature
Warnings: angst, language, mentions of past miscarriage (no description), hurt & comfort, fluff
Words: 700+
Cute divider by @dawn-petrichor-world
Lyrics by Michael Bublè (The Christmas sweater)
Ah, put your Christmas sweater on, it's got to be done.
The uglier, the better, hun, don't be the only one.
Ransom rolls his eyes as you wave the ugliest Christmas sweater he ever laid eyes on in front of his face.
“Over my dead body,” he huffs. “I won’t wear this ugly piece of wool.”
“But…” you whine. “I’m wearing a matching one. Look,” you drop the sweater to reveal you are wearing the same ugly Christmas sweater.
Ransom steps closer. He lowers himself to glance at your chest and to get a better look at the sweater. A huge snowman is on the sweater, he’s wearing a blue hat, and a red scarf and its nose is glowing.
“Wait, that thing is blinking,” Ransom chuckles. “Baby, no way you’ll get me to wear it.”
“Fine. No matching sweaters for Christmas then,” you crouch down to pick up the sweater you bought for Ransom up. “I’ll wear mine to your grandfather’s Christmas party. You cannot stop me.”
“You want to wear it at the party?” he gasps. Usually, you would wear a dress making him lose control.
“It doesn’t matter what I’ll be wearing, Ransom. Your family will find a reason to nag about my outfit,” you shrug. “This year I’ll give a shit about their opinion and will be wearing what I want.”
“An ugly Christmas sweater.”
“Yes, an ugly Christmas sweater and a pair of jeans,” you press the sweater to your chest. “If you want to wear a boring suit and your favorite scarf again, go ahead…”
“Baby?” Ransom softly says. He heard you cry in the showers and is worried about you once again. He knocks at the bathroom door, giving you time. “Can I come in?”
“O-kay,” you sniffle as he silently opens the door. “I didn’t want to worry you. It’s just…”
“I know,” he closes the distance between the two of you with three long strides. Ransom kicks his shoes off before he steps under the spray to wrap you in his arms.
“I would be seven months pregnant now. My belly would be heavily swollen,” you hide your face in Ransom’s chest, crying even harder. “I wanted to feel them kick.”
“Baby, I’m so sorry,” he chokes out a sob. He presses a soft kiss on your temple. “It wasn’t your fault, you know that.”
“Why do I feel guilty then? I wanted to go to the party. It’s my fault I slipped and—” your voice cracks. “I lost our baby.”
“No-no,” he assures you. “Don’t go there, baby girl. You heard what the doctor said. They said it would’ve happened either way. It’s not your fault.”
You silently cry for a while. Ransom just holds you. He gives you time to calm.
“Your clothes are wet,” you huff against Ransom when you finally stopped crying. “Maybe we should leave the shower.”
“We will stay as long as you want to, Y/N. I don’t care about wet clothes, or anything else. Only you. I only care about you.”
“I know. Can we go to the bedroom and just…cuddle? I don’t want to let go of you.”
“I’ll take good care of you, Y/N,” Ransom helps you get out of the showers. He wraps you into a fluffy towel, ignoring his soaked clothes.
He walks you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, helps you lie down, and covers you with a warm blanket before he strips his wet clothes off.
“Give me a minute. I’ll be right there for you…”
Sometimes it frightens you that Ransom only cares for you. He often says he’ll burn the world for you – and you believe him.
You just wish he’ll care for himself a little more.
After you experienced the miscarriage he stayed up all night to take care of you. He didn’t sleep, eat, or even shower. All Ransom had in mind was to make sure you know he’s there and that you’ll always have him by your side.
“How do you feel?” Ransom softly asks. “Baby girl?”
“Better. I’m sorry for worrying you. It’s just…Christmas is close, and I got a little nostalgic,” you sniff.
“You have all the right to get nostalgic. If you need me, I’ll be there, Y/N. Always,” he holds you a little tighter tonight. “I’ll be wearing the sweater for you too. I’m sorry for being an insensitive asshole.”
“You’re not an asshole,” you run your hand over his chest to calm Ransom. “I get that you didn’t want to wear the ugly sweater.”
“It’s a crime against fashion but I’ll wear it, baby girl,” he chuckles. “We will look so good in matching clothes at my grandfather’s party. We will rock it.”
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#ransom drysdale#ransom drysdale x reader#ransom drysdale x you#ransom drysdale fic#ransom drysdale x fem!reader#ransom x reader#ransom x y/n#lulu's winter bingo#lulu's xmas bingo#tw: mentions of miscarriage#ultimatechrisbingo
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Thunderstruck
Title: Thunderstruck
Pairing: Ragnarok!Thor x F!Reader
Rating: 18+ Only
Written For: @ultimatechrisbingo and @kinktober2022
Square(s) Filled: N3 -Free Space for Ultimate Chris Bingo // Electrostimulation for Kinktober 2022
Tags: SMUT, slight angst, fluff, electrostimulation, unprotected sex, pet names, masturbation, fingering (female receiving), possessive Thor, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that’s it.
Word Count: 1,721
Dedicated To: My sister, @brandyywar because she loves Thor ;)
Beta(s): T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza
"Oh, fuck! Th-Thor! Shit, baby… oh, right there!"
You pump your fingers in and out of your soaked cunt as you think of your boyfriend. His big hand smoothing slowly down your soft skin, those long, thick, nimble fingers deep inside of you as the calloused pad of his thumb circles your clit. God, you just can't get enough of him.
He has some things to take care of on Asgard, and won't be back for a few hours. You know his rules. You know you aren't allowed to touch yourself while he's gone, but you can't help it. Not when he'd left you mid-makeout session to tend to an apparent emergency.
Being caught fucking yourself like this would definitely earn you a spot over his knee, but making yourself cum? Now that… that was a big rule. Thor is a greedy man when it comes to your body, and he's made himself very clear that he wants to be the only one to bring you over the edge.
He's only been gone for an hour though, so you should have more than enough time to finish and clean up before he gets home. You're right there …so close you can taste it, and with one last touch to your hard clit the familiar feeling of bliss crashes over you like a wave. The much-needed orgasm continues to tear through your body, your little whimpers and heavy breathing muffling the noise of your bedroom door opening. The sudden sound of Thor clearing his throat makes your eyes snap open.
"And just what do we have here, hm?"
You scramble to cover your naked body and scoot back to rest against the headboard. "I… I-I… that um… that didn't t-take very long…everything okay on Asgard?"
He slams the door so hard that the pictures on the adjacent wall clatter to the floor. "Don't divert the conversation, Y/N! I asked you a question, and I expect an answer. Now!"
Your lip quivers and tears sting your eyes as he strides toward you. Tiny bolts of lightning arc across his bare arms, his eyes absolutely seething with rage.
"I SAID ANSWER ME!"
"Your eyes go wide, "I-I-I… You left in the middle of kissing me, a-and I...I...needed you so bad… I-I'm sorry, baby. Please… please don't be mad. I wish it was you who um...who made me c-cum… but you can do that now… will you make me cum? Please, Thor?"
He narrows his eyes and wraps one of his large hands around your throat, "oh, my Queen thinks she can just take what's mine and get rewarded? That's not how this works, darling. I am the only one who makes you cum. Need I remind you what the rules are, Y/N?"
You whimper, "n-no...I know the rules…"
He chuckles dryly and curls his lip up into a snarl. "I don't think you do, sweetheart. I think," he rips the covers off of you and lets his eyes gaze over your bare form, "you need me to show you who's really the one in charge here."
Your breath catches in your throat as you look up at him, his gaze filled with authority,
"Thor...please…I-"
He cuts you off, his mouth slamming onto yours in a bruising kiss. It's filthy, all tongue and teeth as he grabs your wrists with one hand. "You're not in any position to be asking for anything, naughty girl. Now, lay still for me. Don't move, understand?"
You swallow hard, the sheets becoming wet with how turned on you are. "Yes, my King."
Thor groans, "fuck I love it when you call me that, darling."
He takes his time removing his armor and clothes, admiring how you look at him with unrestrained want. He joins you on the bed and flips you over onto your stomach in one smooth motion making you squeal.
"Come up on your knees, Y/N. Spread them wide for me, baby. Present yourself to me. Show your King what belongs to him, and only to him."
You moan sinfully and raise your hips so you're positioned just as he asked. His hands glide down your back making your skin tingle.
"Mmm, look at you, darling. You look so pretty for me like this." He grabs the swell of your ass, his rough hand spreading you wider for him. "I can see how wet you are, Y/N. It's a shame I won't get to see you cum."
You whine and hang your head, trying not to cry. "Oh, god… baby please let me. I'm sorry I disobeyed you."
He chuckles and swats your ass cheek making you gasp. "I don't think you've earned it, my love. And may I mention that you already did earlier?"
Thor barely grazes your clit with his fingers, a small jolt of electricity sparking from the calloused pads.
"OH, F-FUCK! Thor!"
He leans over you, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, "mmm, you like that, baby? I knew there was another reason you agreed to share my throne, and I think I've found it."
Your arousal drips onto the bed sheets as you breathe wetly into the pillow. "M-More...oh, please let me have more…"
Thor trails soft kisses down your spine, "are you asking me to shock you again, Y/N?"
You whimper and push back into him to try and get any sort of friction to your throbbing core.
"Yes! Oh, fuck yes!"
He growls and glides the fingers on his left hand through your folds, sliding two inside you with ease. "Oh, darling…you really do want it, don't you? Your pussy's so tight around me." Thor slowly pumps them in and out, savoring your wanton moans. "I'll go easy, my love. The lightning inside of me isn't like the kind in storm clouds. It's more powerful and I don't want to overwhelm you."
Thor's right hand rests on your lower back, massaging the skin. Every so often he shoots little sparks from his fingertips, and each time they connect with your body you clench around him.
"Please! Baby! I-I… - oh, fuck! -"
His head dips down and he brushes his lips against the back of your thigh. "Shh, be patient, Y/N," he admonished. "You know I always take good care of you, love."
He quickens his pace and curls them, the tips of his fingers finding your spot with ease.
"Oh, my god! Please! Please don't stop, baby! Wanna - ah, r-right there! - wanna cum for you!"
Thor moves his right hand so it rests on your left hip. His thumb smoothes over your skin, getting closer and closer to your clit. He begins to rub it making you arch your back.
"Oh, please! Please, I'm so close! Thor!"
He spanks you again, the sting of the impact making your walls flutter. "You ready, sweetheart? Ready to cum for your King?"
Your panting, hands fisting the sheets as you moan desperately. "So close! G-Gonna...oh, my fucking… I-I'm gonna…"
Thor holds your side tight with the fingers on his right hand, while the left ones continue thrusting in and out of you impossibly fast. "Show me, my Queen." Thor shoots a small bolt of lightning from his thumb, the other end of it connecting to your clit ripping a scream from your throat. "Oh, look at you, love. Fuck… you're absolutely soaking my hand, Y/N… that's it, baby."
Your whole body thrums with electricity as you collapse onto the mattress, "Thor…want you…C'mere."
He lays next to you and pulls you flush against his toned, naked body. "What does my love need?" He kisses you sweetly, his cock throbbing against your thigh with interest.
"You…"
He turns you on your back and hovers over you, holding himself up with his arms. "Anything for you, my Queen."
He lines himself up and rolls his hips forward until he's buried inside of you. Both of you moan in ecstasy as you look into each other’s eyes. He leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. No matter how many times he makes love to you, you’ll never get used to the way his touch feels.
He pulls away just enough so you can see his eyes. His pupils are dilated, but they stay that way only for a brief moment. In the next, they’re bright white, and you feel your body come alive with an intense electric current. It’s not painful and even though small bolts continue to arc off of his bronze skin, running your hands over him doesn’t hurt.
He gives a particularly hard thrust and you throw your head back in ecstasy. “Oh, please! Please give me more, baby! I want you to fill me up, my King.”
Thor growls and lifts one of your legs onto his shoulder while his free hand grabs your breast for leverage. “You’re mine, Y/N. This body belongs to your King and I’m the only one who is allowed to give it this kind of pleasure unless I say otherwise.”
Your body instinctively arches into his touch as he pistons his hips at a bruising pace. You feel yourself shaking, your pussy quivering as his thick cock fills you over and over deliciously. Both of you chase the high of release, yours coming first and his following not a second later.
When you open your eyes again you see that he’s back to normal. His bright, blue gaze is the familiar kind and gentle one that you know and love. He brushes your cheek and gives you a soft kiss before rolling onto his side so he can hold you close to him.
“Promise me that you’ll remember our rules and obey them, darling.”
“I promise, my King.”
His eyes darken with need and he raises an eyebrow. “You better be careful, Y/N… You know what those words do to me when you’re the one saying them.”
“I know,” there’s a hint of brattiness in your tone and you know he picks up on it. “I don’t think I’ve quite learned my lesson, baby.” Your teeth sink gingerly into his bottom lip and he sighs. “What do you think, my King?”
Thor closes his eyes and groans, “I think I need to tell Heimdall to close the Bifrost.”
#j snow writes#ultimate chris bingo#ultimatechrisbingo#kinktober2022#kinktober 2022#thor odinson#thor x reader#thor odinson x reader#thor x you#thor x y/n#thor odinson x you#thor odinson x y/n
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Educational Desire
Tittle: Educational Desire
Parring: Debbie (OC) x Steve Rogers, Debie x Bucky Barnes, Debie x Peter Parker
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 660
Warnings: NSFW, professor/student relations, language, flirtation, alcohol use, light BDSM, foursomes, voyeurism, oral sex (female and male receiving), anal sex, fingering, vaginal sex
Summary: Debbie is a college professor working within the Avenger’s compound. Her classes are usually full of cadets needing to learn another language. However, when Peter, Steve and Bucky decide to take her class, their reasons are far from educational. Can Debbie let down her guard, allowing herself to find the man or men of her dreams? Will the guys make a play for their professor?
Chapter 1 of 6
A/N: Special thanks to my wonderful beta readers and support system @sapientesgladio and @annaofthenorthernlights All characters in this story are over 21.
Created For: @julybreakbingo / fingering @pparkerbingo / free space N3 @ultimatechrisbingo / that’s America's Ass N4 @anyfandomgoesbingo / free space N3
It started with innocent flirting. The simple precise movements they made drove Debbie crazy. Though they didn’t even know they did it, hey a girl could dream, couldn’t she? Come on, how could anyone not daydream about Peter, Bucky, and Steve coming in from working out covered with glistening sweat? The kind that runs down their biceps like melted butter. Or that Peter enrolled in Deb’s advanced language lecture under a pseudonym. Like he needed to take the class, but there he was, perched on the back row riser, with Bucky and Steve by his side. Every time one of the guys smirked in her direction, it caused heat to swell inside her core. Her inner goddess had to pause and fan herself. These guys made it very difficult to stay focused on the class discussion. But somehow she held it together. She was a professional, right?
A knock at Deb’s office door disturbs her daydream, causing the pen she had been tapping to drop from her hand clattering onto the desk. “Screw it.” Her internal goddess shakes her head in disbelief, wondering when Deb was going to gain the courage to make a move. “These men are extremely hot. Make a move, Deb, you know, talk to them about their tests. Then test them in physical ways.”
Wanda leans on the frame, her hair in a high ponytail. “I could hear your thoughts from down the hall.
“Is it that obvious?” Deb questions, standing to retrieve her bag from her hall tree.
She laughs as her bestie glares. Debbie rolls her eyes, causing Wanda to chuckle more. “Yes.” What Wanda doesn’t tell her is that all three men had thought about her in various ways. Wanda watches her best friend thinking if one of you doesn’t make a play soon,glass, it’s going to drive her crazy.
“Whatever, Wans. Right now, I just want to forget about the whole situation.”
“Good, because we’re going to Joe’s.” Wanda takes Deb’s hand, pulling her out of her office with much protest.
“It’s late. I just want to forget about the day,” Debbie whines as the women walk the four blocks to the bar.
Wanda frowns. “It will do you some good to get out and clear your mind. Besides, after a shitty day, we all need a drink and it’s ladies' night. So, no more excuses.” She pulls the door handle of the oak door.
“You're just hoping Loki will be here.”
Wanda laughs, “I’m just hoping I get laid by him, or have his long fingers in my pussy.” Deb rolls her eyes. “What? I have needs and he knows how to supply them.”
For a Monday night, Joe's was remarkably crowded. There’s a line of people at the bar begging to be served. As Debbie and Wanda push their way up to the bar, they catch the eye of Eddie Brock. He runs his hungry gray eyes up and down Deb’s body more than Wanda’s. Eddie's fingers tap on his glass ordering another round. Wanda can sense eyes upon them so turns her head, glaring at Eddie, sending warning daggers with her eyes. However, he gins at her, ignoring the warning.
Josephine flips the rum bottle in her hand, pouring the amber liquid into two tumblers and handing them to the ladies, making small talk as she does so often. Eddie, sensing an opportunity, saunters over to the end of the bar close to the ladies, listening to their conversation. “There’s that guy again. He is giving me the creeps,” Deb whispers in Wanda’s ear.
She nods in response and glances around. “He is harmless enough--for now. Let’s find a bo-” Wanda stops mid-sentence as Loki approaches the two women. He leans his fall lengthy frame down and kisses Wanda below her ear. She gives Deb a pleading glance. So much for girl’s night. Deb gives a knowing smile, watching Wanda take Loki’s hand before disappearing through the crowd.
#pparkerbingo23#anyfandomgoesbingo#july break bingo#ultimatechrisbingo#marvel#steve rogers#bucky barnes#peter parker#darlin' writes#marvel fanfic#marvel smut#peter parker smut#professor x student#original character
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Summary: Long hours and tough cases took a toll on a surgeon. For George Kirk, it almost cost him his marriage.
Squares: Surgeon!George Kirk @ultimatechrisbingo // Couples Counseling @anyfandomfluffbingo
*Photos from google and canva
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The Hell I Can’t!
This is a story created for the “The hell I can’t! I’m a Captain!” badge (yep, fic ended up with the same name) for the @allcapsbingo, for which we have to combine a line of prompts in one work. I chose the first row, and the prompts used were: “I do what he does, just slower.”, Captain America, Mutual pining, Kissing Their Wounds and Breakfast. Read on Ao3!
Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Avengers Family, Idiots in Love, Body Worship, Gentle Kissing, Love Confessions
Summary: After Sam gets hurt on the job, he hides so Steve doesn’t find out. Literally. Because he can’t look like a fool in front of the man he’s in love with, right?
Wordcount: 1,862
Also created for:
· @marvelrarepairbingo Valentine Mini-Event prompt — Filling the Grief/panic turns into relief turns into joy (card #9)
· @samwilsonbingo prompt O4 — Steve Rogers
· @ultimatechrisbingo prompt — True Love's Kiss
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