Donât Stop (Dom!Steve x Sub!Wanda Maximoff x Sub!Reader): Tonyâs throwing the biggest party for his birthday. You and Wanda take the spotlight, but the Captain isnât very happy about it. One ShotÂ
Riding Steveâs Thigh - HC
Bi(e)tter Life (Steve Rogers x enanched!Reader):Â Steve Rogers is determined to take down all the HYDRA agents still operating. Among them, he knows there is his childhood best friend, Bucky, but he still doesnât know he isnât the only person from his past coming back to life. Mini Series - Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | ...
Strange Morning Desire - HC
Ransom Drysdale
The Assistant (Ransom x Reader): Y/N is Ransom Dysdaleâs assistant. Sheâs the closest person to him and spends everyday with him at his house. Usually she gets in at nine oâclock and makes sure everything is perfect. One day he doesnât want to get up and Y/N goes in his room. She finds a surprise  Mini-Series - Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six
Nowhere without you - Bonus Scene (soft/sad Ransom x Reader): Ransom runs into one of his one-night stands at work. She doesnât remember him, only that she had great sex with him, and then tells him that probably none of the girls he had been with remembers his name. He wasnât important to them. When he comes back home, you get something had happened. - One Shot
Sinful Fuck (dad!Ransom x mom!Reader): you and Ransom have a son. One evening theyâre both hungry -of different things; how can you feed both at the same time? - One Shot
Iâve Just Fucked you, Sweetheart (RansomxReader): Request - One Shot
Chris Evans
Trust Me - Bonus Scene (Chris Evans x Actress!Reader): Y/N have been engaged to Chris Evansâ newest movie. The only thing that scares you is the sex scene; when you open up to your co-star, heâs more than understandable. Though he really doesnât like girls faking with him. One Shot
Sunday BBQ - Bonus Scene (Chris Evans x Reader): Lisa had hosted a barbecue at her house, her four children and some close family friends. It was a hot August day in Boston, and you were wearing your favorite skirt and a simple white crop top, which highlighted your tan. Chris couldnât take his eyes off of you and you noticed it. One Shot|Â
Jealousy - Bonus Scene (Chris Evans and daughter!Reader): You acknowledge thereâs something wrong with Dodger when, during lunch, he prefers sitting down at your feet rather than your fatherâs. One Shot
Could I please have a rough daddy! ransom whoâs sweet when his girl is around his family but she does something that he has to punish her for when they get home later ? W/ a breeding kink too maybe if possible Also hope youâre okay, love your work :)
Summary: Youâre at a family party when Ransom realizes some clothing item is missing from your body. When you get back home he makes it clear how you should wear your underwear.
âRansom?â you felt two firm hands on your shoulders and someone gently pushing you up, âWhatâs going on, babe?â you sweetly smiled at him and rested both your hands on his biceps.
He didnât pay attention to you, he rather preferred talking straight to your mothe -with who you were exchanging some words before he could interrupt you-, âIâm sorry, Mrs. Y/L/N, but we really have to goâ, your mother got up and smiled at him as if it was all normal, âDear wify, why donât you take your coat from the cloakroom and meet me at the front door?â
You were left with no choice, but to get up and walk to the entrance. You recovered your coat and scarf and just when you went back to the living room, searching for Ransom, he showed up right next to you.
âReady to go?â he slipped his muscular, strong arm around your waist and, not so gently, dragged you to the entrance and then you went straight to his car, parked not far away from the main door of your parentsâ house. He kept walking, not paying the slightest attention as you repeatedly asked him if he was feeling good.
You knew Ransom too well by then, and you were usual to his mood swings throughout the day, but it had never happened while at your familyâs. He loved your parents and they had treated him as a son since the first time youâd brought him at home. Each time, you noticed how calm and relaxed he was when staying at your childhoodâs house, maybe having a chat about sport with your father, or perhaps listening carefully to your motherâs stories about your youth.
That night he was beyond furious, you realized that by his wrinkled forehead and by the way he was tightening his fingers around the steering wheel. You sat down in the passenger seat in complete silence, staring outside your window as trees and other houses passed by.
âGive me your panties.â
Ransomâs order made you both shiver and slowly turn your head towards him with a questioning look on it, âWhat?â it came out more like a whisper than a question, but you didnât care since it seemed he had heard it.
âGive me your fucking pantiesâ, your husband was losing his patience and he hoped, from the bottom of his heart, he wasnât right. At the first red traffic light he had to stop, he stared at you waiting for an answer.
On the other end, you didnât know what to say, because you knew he would have got so mad if only heâd known the truth. So, you did the only thing you came up with: not answering him. You kept your eyes straight in front of you and you didnât dare to focus on anything else.
Ransom decided to play your same game; he remained silent during all the way home -the only voices filling the cabin of the car came from the radio. You werenât hearing them at all, if anything you were trying to justify the absence of your underwear.
Why did you do it in the first place? What did you want to prove Ransom?
You had been a fool and if you could do it, you would have happily gone back in time and wear your fucking panties before the dinner with your family.
The car stopped its ride inside the private garage of your house. Ransom threw a glance at you and got out of the car, without saying a word. At first you thought of not getting out of the car -not until he was there, compelling you with his eyes only- but you quickly understood neither of you were letting it go. So you gathered your purse from the backseat and opened the car door to get out of it, meanwhile Ransom didnât take his eye off of you neither for a second.
In complete silence, you both walked inside the house -you leading the way-, you didnât stopped in the living room as you were usual doing, instead you got upstairs and entered your bedroom. Ransom was quickly following behind you and, as you got in the bathroom, he didnât waste any time and walked inside, just when you were about to close the door.
âSince when do we close doors when weâre changing?â his suspicious tone and his glare froze you on the spot. He looked at you, but the more he did it, the more he understood that you wouldnât have answered his questions. He crossed his arms over his chest and, knowing better than you that you couldnât move him, he placed himself just in front of the wide-opened door, âWhat? Did you suddenly become all shy?â
There was a moment of silence, before you collected all your courage and spoke up to him: âIâm not shy. I just want my privacyâ, you replied trying to sound as certain as you could.
âYour privacy? Alright, let me check one thing before I leave you your privacyâ, he made a step towards you and you backed off, wanting to escape his grasp. Though you couldnât go anywhere else because there was no more space for you to move. He wrapped his left arm around your waist and held you up against the cold marble wall and gently pressed his lips against yours, giving birth to a passionate, yet chaste kiss.
It was very different from the ones you were used to sharing with your husband, especially after an argument like the one you had in the afternoon. Your neighbors had probably heard your screams and Ransom throwing random things against the wall hundreds of meters away from your mansion.
When you felt his not-so-gentle touch brushing against your butt, you were suddenly wakening up from your thoughts and, as you understood what he was doing to you, you pushed him away from yourself.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â you shouted practically in his face and forced him to take his hands off of your body, âWhatâs going on with you today?â
âWith me?â Ransom pushed himself off the wall and kept going: âI noticed my wife not wearing any underwear at a family party and I am the one who shouldnât be angry? Now, tell me-â he fiercely cupped your face and made you look into his blue eyes, â-why you werenât wearing your fucking panties?â his tone was harsh and commanding, the one you couldnât deny had a certain effect on you -and on specific parts of your body, âIâm not asking a second time, sweetieâ.
âI though youâd like it,â you said in an innocent tone, hoping he would be more indulgent with you, although you knew the damage was already done.
âOn the bed, now!â
You turned your back at him and slowly made your way towards the king-sized bed in the center of the room. The mattress sank at your weight on it as you sat down in the middle of it, facing the door of the bathroom and your husband, shoulder resting against the frame of it and arms crossed over his chest.
âHandcuffs onâ Ransom was well aware of the effect his orders had on you, in fact he didnât have to get closer to state the condition you were in. Your husband knew you too well, each order of his sent a shiver to your backbone and made your pussy throbbing -though you didnât want to show him. When you saw you fasten them around both your wrists, he slowly approached you.
You knew what your husband expected to see and, even though your tipsy brain wanted you to disobey him, your body rejected that idea. You were seated in the middle of the bed, your wrists firmly handcuffed to the headboard; you opened your legs wide, showing Ransom your wet pussy, and licked your upper lip -your gaze never moving from his face.
Ransom pulled his phone out of his trousers and took a picture of your face; âNice smile, baby,â then he threw it away and together with it his suit, âWhat a pity youâll lose it soon.â
âWha-â your talking was cut off by Ransom throwing something in your mouth, it was soft but still you couldnât articulate any word -even if you tried your best.
âAll I wanna hear tonight is my balls and my palms hitting your ass. Not a sound or I wonât let you cum until tomorrow morning, did I make myself clear?â once he had seen you nodding, he said: âYou though I would have like it. Now Iâll show you what I really like,â Ransom unfastened his belt and with a swift motion removed it from the loops in the trousers.
Your eyes followed his movements as he folded it and held it proudly in his hand. His fingers traced the line in the middle of your torso, diverting towards your nipples and pinching them hard. You shivered at his touch but managed to stay as still as possible -only imagining which punishment he had in store for you. You squinted your eyes and arched your back as you felt the cold leather going down on your bump.
âDid I say you can close your eyes?â Ransom asked in a harsh tone, grabbing your chin, âWas that a whimper what I heard?â his belt went down on you again, striking your breast this time. His eyes were fix on the saliva dropping from your chin straight to your throat; he brought his hand to your torso and spread it on the red area between your tits, âWill you remember my punishment next time?â without waiting for your answer, the black leather item hit your wet pussy and you tried your best to hold back a whimper.
Ransom let the belt fall on the carpet under the bed and moved away from where you were standing, then he turned his back at you and rummaged in the dresser next to the bathroom door. Your mind was too hazy for you to focus on him; that was the reason why you didnât see him pushing the recording button on the little remote which controlled the camera on the bed. Â
When he went back looking at you, your chest was quickly raising up and down, your hips desperately moving right to left, your legs slightly shaking, âI still havenât touched you and youâre already trembling?â but his gaze was soon caught by your pulsating pussy. Any distance between the two of you disappeared when Ransom climbed onto the mattress and started caressing your legs, gesture which had you shivering, âYou didnât think about this when going out without panties, did you?â he watched as you shook your head, though your eyes never left his, âYeah, I know. Otherwise, I wouldnât be punishing you now,â his fingers moved to your inner thigh, only to go back to your knees soon after, âWhat a shame you canât talk. Now I donât know what you want,â he mocked you and was blessed by the view of you struggling to pronounce a complete sentence, âMaybe you want me to tickle you,â his hand went to your hips, âor maybe, you want me to leave you like this all night long,â he hinted at getting out of the room, and so abandoning your hot and wet body laying there. Yet your knee bounced up as he made a move to get off the bed and the movement had him looking back at you, âThat isnât right, bunny?â Ransom trailed his fingers up to your core, âThatâs where you want me,â and he slid one finger inside your pussy, his thumb began drawing circles on your clit.
After a couple of thrusts, Ransom pulled out his finger from you and dropped your juices on your bottom stomach, spreading them immediately after, âOnly one finger canât do anything to you, right?â his fingers went back to your clit, pinching it hard, âYouâre such a slut, you dream about cocks filling each hole of yours, donât you?â Ransom watched as you arched your back, overwhelmed by the pleasure as he started to give you come release with his thumb. You were brutally brought back to reality once his hands came down brutally on your tits. He didnât say anything this time, stuffing two fingers inside your cunt.
Again, he gave you a couple of thrusts and ripped them out all of a sudden. The fabric inside your mouth prevented you from letting out a moan and you kept your eyes on him, as your husband smirked at the sight of you writhing beneath him, âAnd you married me, knowing how well I can fulfill all your desires,â again, he spread your transparent juices over your belly and went down again. This time he added other two fingers inside you, and he began thrusting into you at a faster pace. You started sweating and your vision -now fixed on the roof- became blurred; your walls started clenching around Ransomâs fingers and you were finally coming to your high, yet you regain your focus when you felt yourself empty.
Your eyes came back on him and you moaned as you watched him gathering all your liquids and bringing them close to your face. Warning wasnât something Ransom was used to, so you held your breath when you felt something dripping on your cheeks and lips. You suddenly opened your eyes and watched as your husband kept his hand above your head and made your cum falling from it, âBe a good slut and open your mouth for me,â as you did what he asked, he inserted his fingers in your mouth, which closed around them. Your tongue began licking and sucking on them -much as you could, considered the cloth inside your mouth-, cleaning them off from everything, âYou thought youâd cum, didnât you?â he moved closer to you, his knees at both your sides and his hands slowly stimulating your nipples. He stopped abruptly and brought both his hands around your neck, pushing you down on the mattress, âLet me make this clear: you donât get to cum until I say so. If you do, Iâll have to punish you again.â
If you had been able to talk, you would have told him that frowning really didnât suit him. His face was what you felt for and, if you had worn your underwear correctly, you would have been kissing it at the moment -and definitely not trying to avoid his punishment.
âDo you understand?â Ransom grabbed your chin and you nodded forcefully. He surprised you when he removed from your mouth the piece of fabric, which he unfolded in front of your eyes and then placed on your chest, âIf you had worn them, we wouldnât be here right now,â he stroked your cheek, swiping away the strained mascara on them, âNeed your answer, bunny.â
âYes,â it came out rasping, so much that you had to clear your throat before saying it again. His hands gliding onto your body had you shiver and you unvoluntary moved your hips as you felt his fingers skillfully play with your wet folds, and his thumb reached again your clit, âPlease, Ransom,â you closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, âI canât hold it anymore.â
As if he hadnât listened to your pleas, he got down the bed and undid the buttons of his trousers, letting them fall onto the ground. His underwear was kept on and, for the umpteenth time during the night, Ransom climbed on the mattress again. He placed himself between your wide-opened legs and bent over your body, his face a few inches away from yours that you only had to stick out your lips to touch his, his hands at both sides of your head, âCat got your tongue? You donât feel like talking anymore?â
Indeed, he was ignoring your cry for some kind of release.
You got you couldnât take it anymore when you felt his boner slowly, yet firmly slamming against your pussy, âYou know, Iâve got this boner on all the evening,â his fingers removed a lock of your hair from your forehead and halted it behind your ear, âWatching you acting like the perfect daughter around your family. Do you parents know you like being tied up at the bed like this?â he stretched out and took the handcuffs between his hands, âMaybe I should show them the cute video we are recording,â he said turning his head to look straight at the camera, and you did the same.
âPlease, Ransom, n-â you didnât have the time to finish your sentence, since your remained breathless when a harsh slap hit your pussy, making you twitch, âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry, daddy.â
âMuch better,â he said in a satisfied tone, though he still didnât seem kind enough to finally make you cum, âTell me, bunny, how should I fuck you tonight?â he kept rubbing his hard, yet clothed, cock on your cunt and each rub caused you to moan, âYou know what? Today has been a long day, Iâm tired,â he quickly lowered his boxers and took his rigid member in his hand, while the other one went pinching your clit, âBrace yourself, bunny, this is your punishment for tonightâs behavior,â he didnât give you any time to prepare yourself. He just slammed into you hard and all at once, his balls hitting your thighs, his tip deep buried inside you.
You could have taken him also every day, but you would never get used to his size: Ransom was something youâd never experienced, big and thick, capable of filling you completely. You threw your head back and shut your eyes as you tried your best not to scream, considered the speed with which he was pounding into you.
âTalk. Tell me how you feel,â Ransom didnât go any slower and saw as you struggled to find the words with which describe what was going on.
âGod, da-ddy,â you breathed in, âyouâre so de-ep in-inside me,â tears were staring to forming at the corners of your eyes, ây-your tip is-â you let out a deep moan and he kept hitting your g-spot, âit is hi-hitting th-that spot-t,â you felt your cheeks becoming hotter and your fingers began shaking as you felt your climax approaching.
Ransom felt how your walls started clenching around his cock and he knew he was about to cum too, âIâm coming, bunny, Iâll paint your walls in white and you will take all the cum Iâll give you as the good slut you are.â
âYes. Please, daddy, make me pregnant with your child. Please, daddy,â you screamed.
He picked up such a frantic pace that the headboard started banging against the wall and your pornographic moans did it for him. Not much seconds later his cum was released inside you as you reached, finally, your orgasm to, âLetâs see how they get out, disobeying like their mother, or vengeful like their father?â
You closed your eyes and let your body relax once and for all, you turned your head on the pillow and whispered: âThank you, daddy. Thank you for your cum. It was so good.â
You were about to fall asleep when you felt your ankles and wrists being released and your body being carefully lifted off the soft mattress, âI canât take anymore, please.â
âYou arenât taking anything, babe,â Ransomâs voice was soft and caring. He put you down inside the bath tube already filled with hot water and your favorite bubble bath, âLet me take care of you,â he quickly got in behind you and made you lay against his chest while he massaged your body, paying much attention on your wrists and ankles.
Your chest was still sensitive from the slaps, but he gently caressed it, too, and then went massaging your shoulders, âI love you.â
âI love you, too, my baby,â he whispered to your ear as he covered your body in bubbles, âBut next time wear your underwear,â he chuckled and you did the same, leaving a kiss on his cheek.
âIâll try.â
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Hey! Hope u are doing well... So I was thinking if u r comfortable doing a headcanon with Tom Holland and plussize!reader's first time (u know what i mean, right?) ending with fluff? Sorry if its too long, it's first time i am requesting something đ
hey, sorry for being late
Your first time, with Tom <- here you can find itÂ
he would just be so sweet and caring, setting up the right mood for the two of you
maybe it would happen on St. Valentinâs Day, or just on your anniversary
it would happen at his house in London, Tom had come back to his hometown only for you two to spend the day together
he would take you out at lunch, in the restaurant in the suburb you like the most
somehow Tom managed to keep the paps away from you that day, and you were very grateful for that
since the two of you had started dating one year before, a lot of bad comments had been left under the pics which portrayed you and your boyfriend. you acted like you couldnât care less -and it was true, in a certain way- but in the days you were at your low you remembered that Tom Holland, aka the youngest Spiderman, could have had any girl on the planet, surely more beautiful than you
you had never had problems accepting your body, you had never wandered of changing your appearances only to be liked by someone, you firmly believed that what you had inside was way more important than a size 2
but then you also remembered why it was you with him, and no one else
you and Tom had always shared a special connection -when you were friends and after, when you became girlfriend and boyfriend
he had told you numerous timed how you were irreplaceable for him and how you let him felt at ease, when he came back home after a long and exhausting day at work
what you didnât expected from him on your anniversary, or St. Valentineâs Day, was it to be for you two only -no brothers, friends, parents, neither his agent had the possibility to reach out for him
you spent it together, like he had planned on doing, and a smile was plastered over your face for the entire length of it
now, it wasnât new for you to end up flirting, but that day something really took upon you and Tom
you could no longer hold it back, you found it hard to keep your hands off of the otherâs body and when you hand wandered on Tomâs upper tight you silently agreed on heading back home
the drive back home was painfully long and it did nothing but increase the sexual tension between you two
you didnât know how it started, but in the lift you found yourself pinned against the cold, metal-made wall. your hands quickly found their way to the back of Tomâs neck and your fingers started to play with his hair, occasionally pulling it
Tomâs hands were all over your body, drawing you closer to him, feeling you -just to make sure it wasnât his best dream, one hand then went grabbing the back of your neck in order to keep you in place as his lips left yours and went down to your jawline, your neck, and your shoulder -left naked by the dress you were wearing
âare you sure?â was what you heard him asking between a kiss and another âdo you want to do this?â
ânever have I wanted something more than thisâ was you reply as you exited the lift and quickly moved forward the door of his flat
clothes were scattered all across the living room and all the way to the bedroom, where Tom gently pushed you towards the bed
he hovered you and took his time to admire your hair spread over his pillow, your irises being slightly reflecting the moonlight, and your lips partially opened, already swollen and reddish
your first time would be all about worshipping your body, making you feel at ease, and, most importantly, letting you get used to the situation
âtell me if it hurtsâ would be what Tom had repeated you the mostly during the night
you had had your intimate moments, though you had never got any step further a little not-so-innocent touch every now and then
you were nervous but your will to make love with the man you loved was more powerful
Tom took the cue and decided to lead the way
he left sweet kissed on the area just above your pelvis and went down, up to your clit which he began sucking and licking with the perfect pace for you to reach you high almost immediately
almost
ânot yet, my loveâ he widened your legs and placed himself between them, then he took his cock in his hand and gave it a few strokes before alining it to your entrance
you felt the tip brushing your lips and closed your eyes, overwhelmed by the amazing sensation
âyou tell me when it is too muchâ once Tom saw you nodding at his direction, he focused his attention on what was happening between your bare bodies
he would slowly slide inside your wet folds and your breath would stuck in your throat as you felt his length in you
âbreatheâ he would remind you while coming to a stop
since he was leaving you time to adjust to his size, he began giving you kisses on you forehead, your nose, your cheeks, and he would definitely spending more time on your lips
âyou can moveâ was all what you needed to say for him to begin thrusting slowly inside you
Tom would just be so careful not to hurt you, though it was rather difficult to focus on you while he was seeing your tits bouncing up and down at every thrust
he had always been attracted by your tits, even though he had never showed it to you
until that moment
you gasped when Tomâs hand approached on of your nipples and gently stimulated it with his fingertips. deciding it wasnât enough, he bent over and started licking and sucking it, as if his life depended on it
you would bite your lower lip and at that, together with your face scrunched up in a frown of pleasure, Tom couldnât resist
âwill you cum for me, darling?â it was nothing more than a question pronounced with clenched teeth, as he tried to holding himself back from summing before you
in order to speed the process his thumb reached your clit and began running circles on it at an ungodly pace
âgod, Iâm close, Tomâ you didnât expect from him to go even fast, both with his thumb and his cock buried inside you
you came in the following thirty seconds and him right after you
the aftercare would include hugs, peck on your faces, as you both try to catch your breaths, and what you loved the most was that Tom held you against his chest and had the both of you wrapped in a red blanketÂ
in the last few days Iâve been working on two other blogs -always mine. Iâd like you to follow them if youâre interested in them.
The work Iâll be doing on Malfoyâs Innocent Slut is very similar to the work Iâm currently doing on this page; Iâll focus mainly on Draco Malfoy, but I can also try to write about Harry Potter himself.
Quite different from it and also from this blog will be Slut still Angel where Iâll be re-blogging my favourites (of both Chris Evans and Harry Potter fandom) and, maybe later, writing something original which wonât involve famous characters.Â
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i understand that you want to be on tumblr and read smut etc but it is no appropriate for us writers that are adults.Â
when i was younger, i wrote and read smut myself, however, now that i am an adult, it is uncomfortable for me to find out someone that follows or interacts with me is a minor.Â
i am an adult creating sexual content and that puts me in a legally precarious situation. my blog is 18+ because i write explicit content.Â
if you respect me and you like my blog, please do not interact if you are a minor
Just read your trust me fic and oh my!!! đ„ I was wondering if you could write a HC about Chris or Steve. The reader never been kissed or had sex before, she doesn't share with him the part about not being kissed. She has a one night stand? It can turn into something else if you want.
Thatâs a little bit different from what you asked. Letâs say itâs a in-between the choices you gave me. I hope you like it!Â
Hello, I saw your requests were open and I can't pass this chance up! Could you please write anything with Ransom? Ideally smut đ I'm always into the idea of a smug Ransom getting off on an easily flustered reader. Anything from downright humiliation to fluff like embarrassing her by saying he likes her is fine with me! Hope this makes sense? But tbh anything with Ransom I will eat up, I think Chris and Steve get enough love lol
Published in November: Iâve Just Fucked you, SweetheartÂ
Request: just read your trust me fic and oh my!!! đ„ I was wondering if you could write an HC about Chris or Steve. The reader has never been kissed or had sex before, she doesn't share with him the part about not being kissed. She has a one night stand? It can turn into something else if you want.
Thatâs a little bit different. Letâs say itâs a in-between the choices you gave me. I hope you like it.Â
Brace yourselves, girls đđ„
Steve Rogers had a very high stamina, but when it came to sex -especially with you- his stamina seemed to grow unlimitedly.Â
You and him did quite a show under the blankets -also inside the shower, and on the top of the counter in the kitchen...and on the sofa...and in your Rover.Â
Basically, you two had sex whenever and wherever you had the chance.Â
But there was one thing he didnât let you do to him and you were more than eager to do it.Â
When that night he visited you, after a particularly long mission, he didnât do so much talking, instead he brought you directly to you bedroom and didnât let you leave it.Â
He started by leaving a trail of wet, hot kisses on your legs, going up and down only to send shivers down to your backbone.Â
âSteve, pleaseâ, your fingers reached his head and pulled your hair.Â
On his behalf, he couldnât be less bothered by that single pull and, to let you notice it, he tightened the grasp on your hips, keeping you in place, âDonât moveâ.
He made you seeing the starts once, twice, three, four, five times and you were sure it was time for you to exchange the favour. So, when Steve finally laid back on the mattress you took the chance to go on the top of him and slowly, and painfully for you, you started going down.Â
Steve was strangely tired and when he understood you intentions, he immediately stopped you, âYou must be tired. Letâs go to sleepâ.Â
He helped you under the sheets and wrapped his massive arms around your sweat and sticky body.Â
The morning after you woke up more determined than ever to give him a blowjob and no one could have distracted you from your daily goal.Â
âMorning, babeâ, you woke him up with your sweetest, yet mischievous voice.Â
âMorning, sweetheart.â Steve opened his eyes and found you, on your feet, in front of him, âWhat are you doing?â
âIâm a bit sticky, and still sore, from last night. I was thinking of a shower, mind joining me?â
He couldnât resist your naked body, especially when his eyes were glued to your butt-cheeks, âNot at allâ.
Steve walked closely behind you, as if anyone could have ever seen you naked and take advantage of it.Â
âAre you coming inside still dressed?â you took the hem of Steveâs shirt and removed it with an only movement, meanwhile he took off his underwear, âThatâs betterâ, you said dragging him with you in the hot shower.Â
âBabe, whatâs gotten into you today?â he still didnât believe the change into leading between the two of you, but he couldnât say he didnât like it.Â
You completely ignored his question and, instead, asked him:Â âSo, did you beat the bad guys?â
At his sign of assent, you turned you back at him and bent down, spreading your legs.Â
Your butt was on full display and from that angle Steve had an easy access to your butt hole. You felt the tip of his cock sliding very close to both your entrances, as if he was trying to chose which one enjoy first.Â
âI guess the winners get the spoilsâ you stated moving your butt up and down, right to left. But, before he could do, or say, anything, you go up and faced him, âBut first, let me kneel in front of your greatnessâ.Â
Steve didnât see that coming. Not at all. It was already late when he tried to grasp your arm and pick you up.Â
He lowered his gaze and saw you: you were licking your lower lip and your eyes were glued on his fat, long cock.Â
Your hand went grabbing it; you softly closed your fingers around it and, one you noticed it didnât fit your hand, the left one went helping. You picked a terribly slow pace.Â
The only noise audible were Steveâs groans, which he couldnât do anything but produce, âT-thatâs-â
âThatâs completely fineâ, you ended the sentence for him, âAnd I'm about to let you feel a lot betterâ.
Your eyes went back staring at your plunder and opened your mouth to take it in. The tip had already hit your throat when you noticed good part of it remained uncovered by your lips, so you wrapped your fingers around it.Â
âY-you..donât really...h-have to d-do thisâ, he articulated in-between deep breathes.Â
You didnât care and started working slowly with your mouth and hand.Â
You sucked and licked his cock at an awfully laze pace. A pace Steve really couldnât bear any longer; though he couldnât do anything, since you were firmly holding his hands in place.Â
âFuck. J-just...go faster.â
You knew you shouldnât have, but you took his cock out of your mouth and replied to him:Â âYou wanted this. Now you get it how I want you to get itâ.Â
You went back licking and sucking. You moved your mouth around his cock as if it were your favorite meal and you wanted it to last forever. The more groans form Steveâs lips you heard, the more your ego grew and when you felt it throbbing and growing bigger, you knew he was close.Â
You felt hot spurts of cum being released in your mouth and you remained still, hands behind your back, eyes on Steveâs face as he relieved himself.Â
Once you had swallowed all the sperm he had given you, you got up and faced him another time.
âAre you happy with yourself now?â Steve asked with a smirk on his face.Â
âVery happyâ, you smiled at him and rested your entire body against the cold, marble wall, âAre you happy?â
He smiled back at you, âEspecially when I know exactly how to make you pay for this surpriseâ.
âBut you liked, didnât you?â
âSure I did!â and he kissed you with so much passion that you were sure you could have fallen if only he wasnât holding you up already.Â
Me, writing: Have I already had someone shrug recently? Yeah I think she shrugged like two minutes ago already. Iâm pretty sure Iâve written someone chuckling like five times. Everyone chuckles so goddamn much. Maybe everything is just super amusing here. How about I switch it up a bit and have someone raise an eyebrow curiously yeah thatâll work hell yeah
Summary: Steve Rogers is determined to take down all the HYDRA agents still operating. Among them, he knows there is his childhood best friend, Bucky, but he still doesnât know he isnât the only person from his past coming back to life.
You dreamt of being once again where everything began. In that forest which gave you powers. In that country that at the moment you hated so much. You dreamt of how beautiful it would have been meeting again your family; your beloved mother, the father who had always forbidden you a scholastic education. And then your thoughts went to your friends, Bucky and Steve, the only two children in your block who liked to play with you, to spend time with you.
All of a sudden you saw Steve in your dream, but he wasnât like you remembered. It was a version of him you had never seen before. His iconic blue eyes and his blonde hair, which you remembered being very soft to the touch, however his body wasnât thin and pointy. No. It was a built body, you had the perception you had touched his arm and it wasnât skinny as it used to be. It was so hard and big that you couldnât close your hand around it. You turned your head and saw a house in fire.
Your house.
You got up and tried to run towards the burning house, but there was something holding you in place and, when you tried your best to escape, you still couldnât make a move. It was like you were a puppet and whoever was guiding you didnât want you to be free. You looked at your hands and feet, but they werenât tied to anything.
What was happening to you?
As you opened your mouth to scream, you found it hard even to breath and your right hand went to your throat, which was filled with tubes. You wide opened your eyes and searched around the room for anything to help you. You realized you werenât in your old flat anymore; at the moment you were in which seemed being a hospital room and you couldnât move; you realized being forced on a bed, literally tied to it, and you couldnât breathe independently.
You repeatedly twitched on the mattress, but at the same time you did your best to keep calm so that the tubes couldnât hurt your organs. You were panicking when a young, thin woman entered the room and paled when noticed you were awake and struggling.
Doctor Price had heard some strange noises coming from your room and decided to leave her office to check on you, her only patient. Once she had entered the patient room, she saw you were alert and immediately called for the other nurses to help her to extubate you and check your vitals. While they did that, the doctor called Mr. Stark to inform him that you were finally able to talk with him.
The voice of your awaking ran fast through the halls of the Avengers Compound, so fast that even before Tony Stark could get out of his office to reach you, Steve -who was training in the gym- ran away and arrived at the floor you were being checked over and over again.
âYour vitals are excellent, Ms.?â he heard one of the nurses asking and he figured out that it was you who were asked the question.
Steve kept staring at the door of your room -not even him knew why- and waited patiently until the doctor and all the nurses had left you before slowly breathing in and taking courage to enter.
âWhoever you are I hope youâre not here to fight me, otherwis-â you were more than determined to end whoever had the courage to pass through that door. But surely you werenât ready to see Steve Rogers coming in.
Steven Grant Rogers.
Also known at you as Stevie. Your Stevie.
That was how you called him, and he looked up at you, smiling. âYou didnât forget itâ, Steve was unsure if you would have appreciated him getting closer to you, so he moved a chair next to the bed you were still lying on and sat down, âYouâre awake, finallyâ.
âHow much have I been asleep?â you werenât connected to any machine anymore, so you had the liberty of moving your arms and legs as you wished; you sat up better and checked that there werenât scars on your skin. As you knew, your body healed form the injuries very quickly, âDid I lose blood?â
You looked scared at Steveâs eyes and he couldnât understand why. He didnât remember you being afraid of wounds or blood, you were very brave -probably the bravest he had ever known, âWe had to induce you into the coma, you had been asleep for a weekâ.
Those words didnât calm you down, indeed, you asked your last question once again, looking straight at him, âAnswer me, pleaseâ.
âNo. They need your consent to run tests on your bloodâ, Steve noticed you were nervous, that you kept searching for something he couldnât understand, âY/N, why are you so scared?- Hey!â he waved a hand in front of your eyes and you raised your head towards him, âAnswer meâ.
âBefore, assure me that no one has taken samples of my blood, neither did anyone touched my bloodâ, your eyes were full of tear, which menaced to pour out if Steve had told you otherwise.
The big man in front of you looked you dead straight into your eyes and said: âNo one took samples of your blood, Y/Nâ. After some seconds of silence, during which Steve patiently waited for you to explain him the reason why you were so troubled, he asked his question: âWhat is going on, Y/N?â
Tony Stark was in Miami when he was notified of your awaking in New York. Happy postponed all the appointments he had that day and alerted the heliport of their forthcoming departure. They arrived at the Avengers Compound less than three hours later and went straight to the wing of the building where he knew he could find the doctor Cho, you and, well, Steve Rogers, too.
Firstly, he decided to visit Helen and gather some information directly from her mouth. She was in her office, highly probably waiting for him to arrive; in fact, he knocked on the door and without waiting for anyone to invite him in, he surpassed the door.
âGood morning, Helenâ, he sat down in front of the young lady with jet-black hair, âWe both why Iâm here. What can you tell me about her?â
âSheâs stationaryâ, Doctor Cho took a moment to pass him the dossier about you, âActually, I have to say that Iâve never seen anyone healing any faster and any better than her. Iâve already told you that all her wounds had healed way before she entered the surgery room and less than twelve hours later also her scars had goneâ.
âSo, youâre telling me that she heals better than Steve Rogers, arenât you?â
The lady in the white coat nodded, âThe Captain takes longer to healâ.
A few moments of silence followed that statement. Both the brilliant brains were trying to figure out what they were dealing with and Cho, more than Stark, couldnât find any reasonable cause. The man concluded that she had to be some kind of female version of Steve.
It had to be that, otherwise he didnât know what to expect from you.
âIâd like to participate when youâll ran tests on her bloodâ, Stark stood up ready to leave the room when Helen got up from her chair and showed him a piece of paper.
âShe doesnât want us to run any kind of tests. She hasnât signed the consent form.â
Not to say, surely Tony wasnât happy to hear that; he looked very irritated by those few words, so much that he prayed Helen had took some samples before you could wake up. Fortunately for him, she did it. âGood job, Helen. Keep them here, away from everybody else, and if someone asks you, we donât have them. Is it clear?â
Doctor Cho nodded and started thinking of a place where to hide those the three phials of red liquid which she had on her desk. Once they had agreed on how to proceed, Tony got out from her office and visited your room, but he found you asleep, so he went away.
After all he had everything he needed to search about you.
Summary: Steve Rogers is determined to take down all the HYDRA agents still operating. Among them, he knows there is his childhood best friend, Bucky, but he still doesnât know he isnât the only person from his past coming back to life.
âCaptain Rogers, Mr. Stark is ready to receive youâ, the A.I. said to Mr. Rogers, who was oddly too silent that morning.
He had requested to see Tony in the morning and before the multimillionaire playboy could even give him an answer, Steve had already left the Avengers Compound heading to Starkâs tower in New York. He was very worried for Y/N and knew the only one who could have helped him was Tony. Bucky and Natasha had repeatedly told him to wait for you to wake up by yourself -though it was taking much longer than expected. Wanting to find a solution soon, Steve drove up to the Stark Tower and waited to be received by him.
ââMorning, Cap. How can I help you?â Tony said in a playful tone while pouring himself a cup of tea, then looked up at Steve and asked him: âDo you want some/any?â
Steve shook his head while sitting down and placed on the desk a dossier about you, âI think itâs about time to wake her upâ.
âRomanoff alerted me that your visit wasnât a courtesy visitâ, he got up and gave the Captain his back, while looking out of the window. There was a brief moment of silence, before Tony spoke again: âHow could I wake her up? Itâs up to her body to react to the antibiotics weâve been giving her. Youâre not a fool, Rogers. We both know what would happen if only one thing goes wrongâ, he sat down once again and looked Steve straight into the eyes, âI canât do thatâ.
âStark, I trust you with my life and, Iâm sure, she would think the same. We need her if we want to take down the HYDRA. Now we have the chance to finally stop them and win this stupid battle.â
âCaptain, with all the respect, youâre not taking into account all the possible scenarios. Again, we canât be sure of how her body will react to the medications we would give her. My advice is not to force her awakingâ. Having said that, Mr. Stark sat down once again ready to face Rogersâ anger after his statement.
Steve was very agitated in the last days and among the corridors of the Avengers Compound it was rumored that he was very worried about you. He would spend entire mornings, or afternoons, next to your bed, telling you his story, or just reading to you the newspaper. Bucky had noticed it, but didnât say anything; instead, somehow, he encouraged his friend to talk to her as a quicker way to wake her up -or, at least was what he was said by the nurses.
Of a completely different advice were the Black Widow and Wanda, according to who it was better to leave it to the doctors and nurses. They always tried to get Steve focus on something else, something that could be useful to their mission against HYDRA, but he was of another thought.
Steve was firmly convinced that you were their only way to come up with a great plan to fight HYDRA and finally erase them from the world. He wasnât totally wrong, in fact at the moment you were the only one who could have helped them. Since the explosion in the middle of Brooklyn, things had changed and all the men working for the German association were being very careful about talking -both in the offices and in public.
In the meantime, at the headquarters of the renovated SHIELD, Nick Fury was being informed about the latest developments concerning the Avengers. In particular he was told to visit the compound to ask news about the new ârecruitâ to Steve Rogers.
âShould I be worried?â he asked his assistant right before the young man was about to exit the bossâ office, âDonât tell me bullshitâ.
âSir, I really shouldnât be telling you thisâ, the man tried to say, but with only one dirty look, Fury made you spill everything he knew about the Avengers and the guest at their accommodation, âI can handle you Captain Rogersâ report about the rescue mission, if you want, Sirâ, when he saw his boss nodding at his direction, the man quickly walked outside the office, leaving Fury alone.
He sat down at his desk and patiently waited for his assistant to deliver him the mission report, while leafing through some papers left on his desk by others SHIELD agents. Fury decided to switch on his personal computer and logged into his account and had the access to his personal area.
After a quick knock on the door, Furyâs assistant entered his bossâ office with a light blue folder in his hands, âSir, there isnât a file online. Thatâs the paper versionâ, he left it on the desk, right in front of Furyâs eyes and waited for his gesture to go; when it happened, he exited the room.
âWhat have you been up to, Rogers?â Fury asked himself with a half-smile on his face while reading Steveâs words about the mission. He couldnât believe at his own eyes; what had been written on that paper wasnât typical of Steve Rogers.
Three quarters of hour later Nick Fury, who had finished reading Rogersâ mission report, was being driven to the Avengers Compound. Together with him there was Sharon Carter and, of course, Maria Hill. Once inside the compound, the three of them were welcomed by the receptionist. After having asked her where the Avengers could be found, they reached the fourth floor with the elevator and were led to the Captainâs office.
On their way to the office, Fury and the two women with him stopped when they heard a frightful scream for a room not far away from there. Not knowing what was hiding behind that door, Maria and Sharon pulled out their guns from their pants and lined up to shield Fury. As soon as they were ready to break into the room, Bucky and Natasha came running and just in time to stop them.
âAgent Barnes. Agent Romanoffâ, Fury said when he saw a red-haired woman walk closer to him, âWhatâs behind that door?â he asked with a concerned look on his face.
At least, that was what Natasha could say just looking at him, âFury, itâs a classified information. Only Captain Rogers can inform you about itâ.
âThen, agent Romanoff, take me to his office.â
Fury wasnât happy to hear that he wasnât supposed to know it, so he made it clear to Natasha, who was forced to leave the woman screaming behind the armored door and led him to Steveâs office.
âI hope this isnât a Tony-Stark-like situation. I hope you havenât rescued a dog we have to put down in two days.â
âIt is nothing like that, Furyâ, Steve stood up from his desk and gestured the man to sit in front of him, âThere is a rehab program that a group of scientists and psychologists are developing for her. And Iâd like you to call her by her name: Y/N /L/Nâ.
âLet me see this program. And, please, donât waste any of our resources.â
Steve and Natasha took all the time they needed to explain Fury what they had in store for Y/N once you had recovered from the medically induced coma. Not only Stark had thought of a recovering program from the coma, Natasha and Wanda were ready to help you recover from the psychological point of view.
After the âpresentationâ was done, Fury kept silence for a couple of minutes -during which the Captain and the Black Widow kept staring at each other, waiting for an answer from the SHIELDâs head.
âThe Avengers can do it. But, at only one conditionâ, then he thought about it a little more and added: âMaybe two. One: youâll have to keep me informed about her physical and mental condition, twice a week. Two: sheâll have to talk to me as soon as she will be able to do so. And donât play games on me âcause Iâll get to know itâ.
