Carpe Diem

Sarah ☆ 27 ☆ Proud Scorpio ♏️

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Masterlist

Steve Rogers

The girl with the golden eyes (WIP)

Bruce Wayne(Battinson)

Unmasked (WIP)

Bucky Barnes

Mine. (One-shot)

Aemond Targaryen 

Don’t go to Aegon, come to me

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Don’t go to Aegon, come to me

Summary: After Aegon’s peculiar advice, Aemond finds you at the brothel, quite enjoying the show. 

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x HighBorn!Inexerienced!Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Dry humping. Friend to lovers. 

Word count: 1.6k +

A/N: Might turn this into mini - series.

Your gaze moved from person to person, from couple or occasional threesome (or was it a foursome?) to another one, taking in the sight in front of you. You were both shocked and amazed at the same time. You knew you had to look away, to exit this godforsaken house of pleasure and sin as it was the last place where a lady should find herself at but you couldn’t make your legs move.

No, instead you stood there taking in all the different scenes of grinding sweaty bodies against one another, your pupils dilated. You could smell the sharp scent of sweat and something else in the air you couldn’t quite recall, your ears buzzed with the sound of people groaning and moaning in pleasure, you could feel your heart beating in your chest faster than you could ever remember and then there was this other feeling, a quite unknown one: starting at the pit of your stomach and slowly making its way down to your most intimate part.

Perhaps, this was wrong. No, you knew for a fact that it was wrong and yet you couldn’t make your body obey you, you couldn’t make yourself turn around and leave. Instead, you leaned against the nearby window, biting your bottom lip.

Your eyes roaming through the faces painted with pleasure and sin, you suddenly came to the realization that some of them you knew: they were servants/workers in the castle, apparently seeking some fun and release after a long day of hard work. They didn’t seem to notice you, however, the awareness of their presence made you pull further down the hood of your long black cloak.

‘Hey there’ you heard a raspy male voice. You looked up underneath the hood to make sure he was talking to you. Indeed, he was: a half naked dark haired man, staring at you looking you up and down while licking his lips hungrily. He couldn’t have been more than five and twenty. You couldn’t tell if he was just the brothel regular or if he was actually offering his services. ‘I’m wondering what a pretty little thing like you is doing here’

He smiled, moving closer.

‘Is it pleasure that you seek? Because I can show you all kinds of it… whichever way you like it, my lady’

‘Uhm… no, I was just… p – passing by’ you stuttered.

‘Let me see what you’re hiding under there, let me see your face’ he said stepping in front of you. The man reached for your hood, attempting to take it off.

‘No… uh… I don’t…‘ You started but you were suddenly cut off even before you could finish the incoherent thought you were trying to put into words.

‘She’s with me’ a well – known voice spoke up next to you.

You looked in the direction of the sound. He was well – hooded too, trying to hide himself from the eyes of the peasants although it wasn’t working so well for him. His leather covered eye was giving him away while the other one was shining warningly under the candle light. Under different circumstances you would have a hundred questions for him: What are you doing here? Are you seeking pleasure yourself? Did you follow me? But you dared not ask any of them.

Aemond waited no response from the man in front of you as he almost aggressively grabbed one of your arms and dragged you out of the brothel. Not that you were fighting it really. You could feel people’s eyes on you but you dared not look up. Not even when you found yourself in a dark alley next to the house of sin with no one but the one eyed prince himself.

You could feel his burning gaze on you, causing your cheeks to run hot but even then you didn’t look up.

‘Care to explain yourself?’ he spoke first, you could feel a pinch of anger in his voice though you weren’t exactly sure why. You swallowed hard, you could feel the embarrassment in every cell of your being but even then a little note of annoyance crept up inside of you. And, of course, you being you, decided to act on it.

‘Explain what exactly?’ you asked irritated as you pulled down your hood and finally looked up locking your big eyes on his violet one which was glistening just as dangerously as mere minutes ago.

Aemond’s jaw tightened for a moment as he moved closer to you, towering over. His lips were forming a straight line.  

‘You know full well what. A brothel is hardly a place for a lady of your ranking. Why are you here?’

‘So, you say it fits a prince perfectly then?’ you smirked. ‘Why are you here, my prince?’

He moved even closer. Taking a step back, you felt the wall of the building beside you hit your back.

‘I’m not playing, Y/N, and as much as I enjoy your boldness any other day, tonight I am asking the questions’ he said sternly. ‘And you know I will get answers one way or another. So, I am asking you nicely once again: What were you doing there?’

His body was almost touching yours. You were mere inches apart. You didn’t want to answer, you wanted to resist the urge to give him what he wants but your lips betrayed you and you heard yourself whisper:

‘I wanted to see what it is like… how it happens’

‘How what happens?’ he whispered back, his features softening for a moment.

‘You know what I mean. I barely know anything and I asked Aegon… and he suggested I visit this... place…’

A glimpse of hurt passed through his eye before his lips once again formed a tight line.

‘You asked Aegon? This was his idea?’ he asked through gritted teeth.

‘Yes… he explained it first but it seemed so… strange… disgusting even and then he suggested to come here if I wanted to get a better image of how it happens’ you explained. ‘So I did.’

‘But why? Once you’re married you will learn everything you need to know’

You sighed, feeling bold again.

‘I decided I am not going to wait until marriage’

‘What do you mean?’ he asked, looking befuddled.

‘I am tired of being told what to do. I may not be able to choose my own husband but I can choose who to fuck. No one should have control over it’

Aemond said nothing; he just stood there, still towering over you. His eye searched for your own pair as if to check if you were being serious.

‘Did you come here to fuck?’ he finally spat out.

‘Oh, my prince, you sound awfully judgmental. Friends don’t do that’ you answered almost cockily.

‘Did you?’ he asked again, ignoring your remark.

‘And did you?’ you threw his own question in his face. ‘I already answered your question: I told you why I was here and now it’s my turn to ask the questions.’

‘No, I’m not Aegon. Brothels are not my thing’ he answered coldly and then repeated: ‘Did you come here to get fucked?’

‘No, as I said I only wanted to see how it happens’ you answered. ‘Now that I’ve seen it… I’m sure I want it too… these people …they seemed to be enjoying it. And it looked so beautiful touching another person like that and giving them pleasure… it must feel really nice. That’s why Aegon must be so obsessed with it.’

You felt flushed, re-living the pictures that you’ve seen.

‘Huh, sure.’ He answered just as coldly as a few seconds prior.

‘And, Aemond, I felt something too. Something I hadn’t felt before… it was so strange and yet warm.’

‘What did you feel?’ although he was trying to compose himself, he sounded curious.

‘A warm tingly feeling… ‘You said as you took one of his hands and placed it on the bottom part of your belly. ‘…it started right here’

‘Oh yeah?’

You nodded.

‘And it spread down…’

‘Where to? Show me.’ Aemond’s voice came out raspy, you could see his eye darkening slightly. Still holding his hand, you moved it slowly down the fabric of your dress, sliding  it in between your thighs. Aemond closed his eye and moved closer to you, resting his forehead against yours. You gasped as you felt his hand apply pressure to your most intimate part.

‘Aemond, what… are you…?’ you started.

‘Do me a favor, Y/N’ he whispered, huskily. ‘Before you jump on a random man’s cock, get to know your body a little better’

‘How?’ you asked innocently, pupils blown wide, locking eyes with his once again.

‘Mmm… touch your boobs, play with your nipples… pleasure yourself with your own hand’

‘With my hand?’

You felt Aemond’s hand moving back and forth through the fabric in between your thighs, rubbing you. That previously felt warm feeling in your stomach settled again, spreading just as before.

‘Like I’m doing right now. Feel yourself, play with that little sensitive bundle. Try putting a finger or two in that untouched cunt of yours. I bet it’s tight. If you want to fit a cock in it, you have to prepare it for it’

You nodded involuntarily.

All too soon out of the blue Aemond withdrew his hand back and moved a step away from you, leaving you panting hard against the wall.  Your gaze followed the hand that had been between your thighs moments ago as it found the front of the prince’s pants. A long unusual line was visible through them.

‘Is that…?’ you started.

‘Yes… my cock’ he answered unsubtly as he adjusted it through his pants ‘Let’s go back to the castle’

You swallowed hard. It took you awhile to compose yourself but soon after you followed behind him.

‘Oh… and one more thing’ he stopped and turned to face you. ‘Next time you want to know something about fucking… don’t go to Aegon, come to me.’

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Unmasked

Chapter 3: Silver linings

Summary: After the date

Pairing: Battinson × you

A/N: Another pinch of jealous Bruce.

I'd appreciate your thoughts though. 😌

Bruce was sitting in an arm chair in the living room. His fingers were nervously tapping the brown leather as he was waiting. Patiently, he wanted to think. But unfortunately, that was not the case.

All his senses were on the alert. Even the slightest sound would make his heart rate speed up and his eyes would look through the near window expecting to see Y/N stepping out of the jerk’s car.

It was already 1 am. It was about time she got home anyway. And plus, he knew for a fact they had already left the restaurant they were in.

How? One might wonder. The Batman had followed them, of course. That was his thing now, apparently. Bruce wasn’t exactly proud of his actions but it seemed he couldn’t help it. He just had to know she was alright and not in the hands of some creep.

That Clark person, Bruce wasn’t thrilled about him. Not one bit. But he looked respectful enough and hadn’t attempted anything with Y/N. If anything, she seemed a little too friendly. That last thought made Bruce’s stomach turn and that too well known rage was back again. It made him grip the armchair tightly: so tightly, his knuckles turned white.

‘You know, there’s a non – creepy way to do the thing you’re doing. Maybe you could ask her out on a date’ Alfred said quietly, standing at the door of the room with a tray of empty dishes. Bruce fixed his eyes on the butler for a moment.

‘I have no idea what you’re talking about’ he answered.

‘Sure, you don’t’ Alfred said as he continued down the hall, obviously making his way to the kitchen.

A little annoyed now, Bruce kept on staring throughout the window.

Images of what he had seen earlier invaded his mind: Y/N had laughed a little too hard for Bruce's liking, she’d seemed genuinely happy. He couldn’t imagine that guy being that funny. Bruce grunted quietly under his nose. Then his mind moved to another scene: Y/N’s hand touching Clark’s arm, her hand had cupped his bicep, she'd felt it up and down realll good. At some point it had even moved down his thigh where it had lingered for awhile. Too long. Long enough to make Bruce’s blood boil. And it was boiling ever since.

Truth be told, it was none of Bruce's business. He was fully aware of that. But lately he'd been having all of these feelings he couldn't quite understand. Nor control for that matter. Or were they more of instincts? He couldn't tell. But maybe he had to let go instead of trying to control them. Perhaps that would be the most helpful.

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Y/N's POV:

You had a perfect night with Clark. Like the good old days: you'd talk a little, flirt a little and drink a lot. That had been your thing ever since you could remember. It was fun.

Now the problem came after drinking: you'd start feeling people up and telling them all the weird things you secretly thought but never dared to say out loud when sober. At least you were a cute drunk, you thought. Silver lining.

You struggled to open the door, not exactly able to focus it properly. Eventually, you entered the manor. It was quiet and dark. Probably everyone was sleeping by then.

You pressed against the near wall for support trying to find the way to your room. Being drunk and walking on high heels trying not to make any noise wasn't an easy task.

'Jesus' you whispered. You had to take it easy, you thought. Step by step. Baby step by baby step. You had the whole night to find your room after all. You chuckled to yourself.

You were proud to say you were doing very good. Yes! Very good indeed. No missteps, no ankle twists so far. You were on fire that night.

You were feeling positive about your prospects when it came to reaching your room unharmed. They were a little far fetched though.

You were feeling proud one moment and then you were tripping the next. You let out a silent shriek. You were expecting to hit the ground,  you were expecting to feel the pain that was supposed to come but it never happened.

Instead you bumped into something rock hard. Was it a wall? If it was a wall, why was it heaving up and down? Those last thoughts lead your brain in a weird direction. It was trying to tell you something, to show you something. A repressed memory perhaps. But you were too drunk to recall it.

You looked up until your eyes locked on deep blue orbs. So very blue.

'Bruce' you whispered.

Holding you by your upper arms, he frowned. His touch on your bare skin was fire. It was buring underneath his big hand.

'You are drunk' he stated.

'Just a little' you giggled.

'Why are you home so late?' Bruce asked seriously.

'I was out with Clark. It was sooo fun' you giggled again and pointed a finger shoving it in Bruce's chest 'And you know what? Clark liked my dress, unlike you. So, if you don't like me in this dress, maybe the problem's in you'

You felt flushed for a moment. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was Bruce's intense gaze on you. You couldn't tell either way.

'Of course, I don't like you in it' Bruce said firmly. 'That's not a proper way for a lady to dress. You're just asking for trouble!'

'Well, then ...' You paused for a second until a thought invaded your mind. Crazy thought. 'Then, maybe I should take it off'

You looked up at him innocently. His blue eyes widened. They were full of surprise and something else. Something dark. Something primal.

Just then you figured it out: teasing Bruce Wayne was giving you an unexpected thrill. You wanted to test his limits. To see how much he can take.

You pushed the thick straps aside, sliding them down, revealing the milky skin of your shoulders underneath. You wanted to go further. You would have gone further but his big hand cupped yours.

'What are you doing?' his voice was raspy.

'You don't like my dress - I'm taking it off'

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Unmasked Chapter 2: Six simple rules

Summary: Reunions

Story type: Series

Pairings: jealous!Battinson x OC

A/N: All comments/asks(even the negative  ones) are welcome. <3

You can see the dress I was thinking about down below.

P.S. No spoilers of The Batman.

Warnings: Language, smut, adult content, 18+

‘So, get this, Master Wayne’ Alfred started after he’d been staring at Bruce for good 5 minutes now. Bruce raised an eyebrow. ‘Y/N had a very interesting story to share with me’

‘Huh?’ he asked although he had his guess already.

‘She had a very interesting encounter with no other but the Batman himself’ Alfred explained. ‘She said that he was and I quote “a hypocritical asshole”’

‘I saved her from a creep. Asshole or not, who knows what could have happened if it wasn’t for me’ Bruce answered calmly.

Alfred threw a suspicious look at him but he remained quiet. Bruce had no idea what was on the butler’s mind and he was certain he didn’t want to know. He saw no reason to discuss this matter further. He had done what he did every night. Yes, he might have been rude. He was surprised by his own actions too. He didn’t quite understand what exactly had gotten into him. But ever since Y/N had come into his home and into his life, she had vexed him. With her every move. Every innocent look. Every word that came out her mouth. She was aggravating.  And the thing that was bothering him the most was the fact that Y/N was making him lose all control. A feeling unknown to him till now. A feeling he couldn’t afford to feel. He was the Batman after all and he was a man, comfortable in his ways and comfortable in his solitude. Her presence alone was threatening all that.  

Bruce sighed while drinking his coffee. He needed to relax. For some reason every time he was around her, all his senses tensed. He felt stressed and he needed to release that tension. He didn’t know how though. It seemed that fighting bad guys didn’t help as it used to before. So, he tried a new approach: sitting on his own, drinking his coffee, eating the delicious muffins in front of him, performing his routine while trying to switch off his mind and his senses. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. He inhaled deeply and then exhaled. In. And out. Again in. And out one more time.

It appeared it was working. For awhile.

That was until his hearing picked up some noise outside of the living room. Click. Click. Click. That was the echo of Y/N’s high heels. For a moment that made his blood run cold.

Bruce looked at the clock. 8:30. It was dark outside. Why was she wearing heels?

He winced involuntarily and then got up from his seat, heading for the hall. That was where the sound was coming from. He stopped at the door of the room and leaned into the frame.

The moment his eyes found Y/N’s tiny figure in the hallway his breath hitched in his throat. He felt as if someone had sucked all the air out of his lungs. Breathing seemed impossible for a moment.

She was wearing a dress. Again. A short one at that: falling down freely, it barely reached the middle of her thighs. But that wasn’t the biggest problem though. No, not at all. Even the fact that the dress was tightly hugging the upper part of her body wasn’t the biggest problem. Yes, it was revealing way too much of her milky flawless skin: from her pale shoulders, down her perfectly shaped collar bones and even though he couldn’t see it yet, he was absolutely sure that her back was bare as well.

Surprisingly, however, that wasn’t the biggest problem either. The issue Bruce’s eyes detected immediately (and as he was sure, any pair of male’s eyes would do the same thing) could be found a little down south. She was wearing no bra. Simple as that. It was easily visible: her semi-hard (he assumed) nipples were poking through the fabric of her rose ash dress.

As bright as Bruce was, he quickly figured out the causal relationship, taking all factors under consideration. His mind modeled the following pattern:

1.      It was night hence there was going to be a light breeze as usual (Bruce knew that better than anyone else).

2.      The later it gets, the colder the breeze.

3.      The colder the breeze, the harder Y/N’s nipples would get.

4.      The harder her nipples get, the more visible they would be.

5.      The more visible they are, the more attention they’d get.

6.      The more attention they get, the angrier Bruce would become.

Call it physics if you will but those were Bruce’s six simple rules which made him clench his fists tightly, trying to stop himself from reacting in any way.

‘Hello, Mr Wayne’ she smiled as she saw him.

Trying to hold back the low growl that was threatening to escape his tightly pursed lips, he only nodded in return. He kept looking at her intensely.

‘I’m meeting a friend for drinks’ she apparently felt the need to explain herself under his intimidating stare. Bruce could tell he was making her nervous: that’s why she continued blabbering: ‘Remember when I told you about the guy from Metropolis? He’s got some business to deal with in Gotham but he still kindly suggested taking me out. How sweet is that, hm? He should be here any minute’

Y/N came closer to him. Obviously, she was trying to be nice and to make some sort of small talk which Bruce might’ve appreciated under different circumstances. For example, ones where she wasn’t wearing a whorish dress, showing off her ample bosom and as if that wasn’t enough, she was going out with some random guy, looking like that.

Bruce cleared his throat trying to calm himself.

‘That’s nice’ he drawled.

She was about to say something when her eyes focused on his still pursed lips. He could feel his heart racing in his chest. Oh, that look she was giving him. He hated it! It was making him want to do things. Like bring her closer to him and let her body press against his so he could feel just exactly how hard those nipples of hers were.

Yes, he wanted that so much but instead Bruce just raised an eyebrow.

‘You have-‘she started as she raised her hand up to his face, cupping it gently. Her thumb brushed the corner of his bottom lip. ‘– a little chocolate’

Her hand stayed on his face a moment longer than it should have. Maybe. Bruce didn’t mind though. Surprisingly.

Her recent actions, however, caught him off guard and no matter how hard he had tried to control himself, it wasn’t working. Not in this moment at least. Her touch was a curse. His previous efforts had just gone out the window.

He wasn’t thinking anymore. His big hand caught her wrist as she was about to put it down and he moved closer to her. Y/N’s big eyes widened in confusion and something else.

‘You can’t go out like that’ he said firmly.

‘What?’ she asked even more confused now.

‘This dress… I – I don’t like it’ Bruce stuttered. He was way more confident in the bat suit. Damn.

Her face changed. Hurt passed behind her eyes for a second. Y/N opened her mouth to answer but the doorbell cut her off.

‘ I… I don’t have time to change’ she whispered and swallowed hard.

Y/N took one last look at Bruce before she went to open the door.

The hurt from a moment ago was replaced by a big genuine smile the second she saw the person on the other side of the door.

‘Clark!’ she exclaimed as she threw herself in the guy’s arms, hugging him tightly.

‘Hi’ the man answered, reciprocating the hug. Bruce could see him taking a deep breath inhaling Y/N’s scent. ‘Jesus, let me look at you’

When they parted, he looked her up and down. Bruce couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lingered on Y/N’s breasts. The guy licked his lips slowly. A silent growl escaped Bruce’s lips as his fists resumed the previous position: clenched tightly by his sides.

‘You look gorgeous, princess’ the man stated. Y/N’s smile only grew bigger. ‘Mmm… let’s go have some fun’

And with that they were gone into the night.

And Bruce was left standing there: alone in the dark hallway and blind with rage.

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Unmasked: Chapter 1: First encounter

Summary: Meet the Batman.

Story type: Series

Pairings: protective!Battinson x OC

A/N: All comments/asks(even the negative  ones) are welcome. <3

P.S. No spoilers of The Batman.

Warnings: Language, smut, adult content, 18+

Entering the cozy big living room Bruce sat himself on the leather couch waiting for his morning coffee to be served. Well, technically, his afternoon coffee… It was just begging to get darker outside. Still it felt like morning to him as he was just waking up.

A minute or so later Alfred walked in the room with a tray in his hand and put it on the table in front of Bruce.

‘There you go’ the older man smiled. ‘Would you like a snack? Y/N prepared some pancakes before she left. And they are more than delicious if I might add.’

‘Maybe later. Where did she go?’ Bruce asked evenly. Showing lack of interest in her was his main goal lately.

‘She wanted to look around town’

‘Alone?’

‘Yes, she said she wanted to walk. I offered to drive her. Or let her borrow the driver. She refused’

Bruce frowned.

‘I see’ was all he said.

 An hour later Bruce found himself on top of a building in the business center of the city. It was getting darker and darker. Although the falling night seemed exceptionally peaceful, suspiciously so, Bruce felt restless and nervous. That’s why he’d checked Y/N phone he’d hacked in when she first arrived. One might say that was creepily obsessive. And probably they’d be right but Bruce liked to be prepared at all times. He didn’t trust anyone but Alfred.

Gotham was no safe city and it definitely wasn’t a place for an attractive woman to roam around it. Especially at night.

Not that he in particular considered her that attractive. She wasn’t. But there were creeps who assaulted women for less.

So there he was: on top of a building not that far from Wayne Enterprises. Hidden by the slowly spreading cloak of the night, he was watching her. He wanted to make sure she’d get home safe. He used binoculars to get a better view of her. She had sat in a restaurant, apparently for a meal.

God. What was she wearing? This dress was way too short and way too tight. A lot of people might consider it an invitation. A lot of people might not even ask but take instead. That was no dress for Gotham. Not after dark.

Bruce felt a lump in his throat at the thought of someone touching her. And anger. He felt a lot of anger.

Y/N’s POV:

Your day in the center was pretty enjoyable. You looked around, saw cool buildings, you visited a gallery, you even passed by Haly’s circus which you found fascinating. Gotham was big indeed. At the end, feeling kind of tired, you’d decided to have dinner at a nice restaurant before you headed home. You were happy to report that it was delicious.

One might wonder if the fact that you were alone bothered you. There were people in this world that wouldn’t eat in a public place alone for the life of them but you found it peaceful. For a moment you were enjoying your own thoughts. Not that you had that many thoughts. Lately, it was just one if you had to be honest: Bruce Wayne.

You sighed and looked down in your phone to check the time while you were walking down the street, trying to find your way towards the manor. You’d refused the ride Alfred had offered earlier. But the more you were walking, the more you were contemplating your choice. Why did you ever decide it was a good idea? It was an unknown city for you and it was enormous. It definitely looked different in the dark. Starting to feel a little nervous, you kept telling yourself that everything was ok and you were just a little paranoid but you couldn’t shrug off the feeling that somebody was watching you.

You took a turn down the street, feeling positive that was the right way home but you found yourself in an empty dark alley. You walked further into the darkness, hoping that eventually you’d walk out on a bigger and hopefully brighter street. Unfortunately, such couldn’t be seen anywhere.

You picked up your pace, feeling your pulse quickening and your mind going in all kinds of directions. The heavy steps you heard behind you out of nowhere didn’t exactly ease the situation.

You stopped for a moment looking around. Was there really someone behind you? Was someone following you or was it really only your paranoia? You couldn’t decide.

You took a few deep breaths, gazing into the dark alley. Just as you thought it was your imagination and nothing else, a slight movement from the right side caught your eye.

‘Hello?’ you dared say.

The steps got heavier and heavier until a slender tall figure appeared before you. A man. You couldn’t exactly make out his features as the only light was coming from the barely blinking street lamp but you could tell he had long dirty hair and ragged clothes.

‘Hello, doll’ he said, a crazy smile appearing on his face revealing his yellow teeth. ‘What a nice surprise’

‘I – I’m sorry, Sir. I’ve seem to have gotten lost’ you stuttered.

‘Mmm… and I think that’s the right place. Do you like having fun? I can show you pretty good time’

Chills went down your spine as he stepped closer. You instinctively took a step back.

‘You smell so nice. I can smell you from here’ he inhaled deeply. ‘Mmm, can’t wait to see what you’re hiding underneath that little dress of yours’

You could feel your heartbeat thumping in your ears as you continued stepping back trying to get as far away from the guy as possible. Step. One more.

You attempted another one expecting to feel emptiness behind you but your back hit something rock hard instead. Probably a wall, you thought. It took you a few seconds to realize that the wall was moving up and down. Wait! The wall was breathing?

As the realization hit you, afraid to turn around and look, you panicked even more. So there were two of them. You were trapped.

You expected for the man’s grin to grow bigger, he could have you now, he could have his way. God knows what they were going to do to you. Instead his wicked smile was replaced by expression of an utter terror.

‘No…’ he whispered. In a less than a moment all you could see was his back as he ran. As fast as he could.

You were quite shocked. What had just happened? You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself. You were trying to avoid turning around for as long as possible. Who knows what was lurking in the shadows behind you? If that creep was afraid of it, maybe you should be too.

‘These streets are no place for a lady’ the person whispered, you could feel their breath on your ear. The chills for some unknown reason were replaced by a shiver.

You finally mustered the courage to turn around. There was another man but he was nothing like the first one. He was huge: tall and muscular, dressed in some sort of a special suit. He had a mask on his face. On half of it anyway. The only thing that you could see was his powerful jaw and his eyes. You could quite make out the color in the darkness though.

This had to be the Batman. You’ve caught a glimpse of Batman stories in the newspaper.

He was magnificent.

‘Thank you’ was the only thing you could say.

Finally you were able to relax a little. All the panic and fear from a few seconds ago were gone and weird exhaustion came to their place. You needed a moment. You slowly moved to the wall of the near building and rested your back on it. Closing your eyes you breathed in and out for a couple of seconds.

‘You shouldn’t be alone when it’s dark outside’ the Batman repeated, his deep voice ringing in your ears. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was angry. You looked up to find him right in front of you again. Jesus. That man was moving like a fucking ninja.  ‘Dressed like that no less’

He looked you up and down and then locked his eyes on yours. You felt exposed under his intense gaze as a strange warmness formed in your belly.

 Bruce’s POV:

‘I just took a wrong turn. I’m new in town’ Y/N whispered.

‘You picked the wrong dress’ he said through gritted teeth. Maybe he was a little bit out of character. Maybe it wasn’t his place: the Batman’s, or Bruce’s. But he was furious.

‘Excuse me?’ she asked a little louder. He could see the annoyance in her eyes.

‘I’ve seen women in the Iceberg Lounge wearing more’

Now he could see a pinch of anger in her eyes. She opened her mouth to talk but he cut her off before she could even start:

‘Do you know what men are thinking when they see you like that, huh? Do you even know the things they want to do to you?’ he moved closer, her chest almost brushing his abdomen. There was her heavenly smell again. Ocean and something else. Bruce inhaled deeply. ‘Don’t you ever go out dressed like that!’

That last one was a command.

‘You might be the Batman but nothing gives you the right to tell me what to do’ she answered angrily. ‘You’re the one to talk about morality when you’re running around in a cape, beating people up. Last time I checked that was against the law.’

‘This is Gotham. If you want to be safe and sound, you might want to listen to me’

‘Thank you for saving me, Sir but I don’t need your advice – fashion or otherwise’ Y/N pushed his chest with her little hands. Obviously, the force wasn’t enough to move him, but he stepped back anyway, letting her go.

Bruce watched her disappearing into the shadows as she was trying to pull down her dress a little. Apparently Y/N was affected by his words after all.

Even so, he was certain of one thing: he’d make sure she’s safe at all costs. Until she was under his roof, no one would lay a hand on her.

[moonlighttfoxx]

Mine.

Summary: After one hot night, Bucky seems to have lost interest in you. A simple one night stand. That’s what you were to him. That’s it until he sees you with your new boyfriend.

Story type: One-Shot

Pairings: Jealous!Dom! Bucky Barnes x Y/N x Andy Barber

A/N: All comments/asks(even the negative  ones) are welcome. Keep in mind that I’m not  a native English speaker, so I apologize for any mistakes that might occur in the story. :)

P.S. Too long foreplay( :D ) but I seem to enjoy it.

Warnings: Language, smut(p in v sex, unprotected sex, cream pie), adult content, cheating, 18+

You entered the apartment with Andy by your side only to discover it was crowded. Of course it would be – Tony knew a lot of people and enjoyed a good party. That combination equaled a big housewarming event, consisting of both known and unknown (mostly) people. That was so in Tony’s style. Once the latter spotted you, he rushed over to you and your plus one to greet you warmly.

‘Congratulations, Tony! This place looks amazing!’ you said happily as you pulled him into a hug. ‘Although I do have my suspicions that you keep buying these extravagant condos only to justify throwing another party!’

Iron man smirked cockily at you whilst shaking Andy’s hand.

‘You know it!’ he answered notably proud of himself and his bias towards partying and fun. ‘Now go drink my alcohol and enjoy yourselves, will ya?’

‘Oh, we’ll do our best’ Andy smiled, amused by Tony’s enthusiasm. Then he turned towards you: ‘Now that’s a generous host!’

You nodded smiling charmingly at your date.

It was needless to say that you were glad to have Tony in your life. He was undoubtedly one of your closest friends. You knew each other for a long time now and you were indeed very close. He was the big brother you’d never had. And you were extremely happy for him. Not so much for the new apartment, no, he had a lot of those, but for his childish undying party spirit and sarcastic attitude towards life. Those were two of the things you admired the most about him. Sometimes you wished you were as freed as he was.

You sighed at the thought and looked around the room full of people. Of course you’d notice him, you were naturally drawn to him, it seemed.  

As one would expect: he was there. He was Tony's friend and colleague as were you. Although it wasn’t a complete surprise, you still hoped not to meet up again. Or at least not so soon after…

You cursed yourself mentally for noticing how good he looked. Truth be told, he was more handsome than ever despite his casual outfit: a pair of jeans and black T – shirt that hugged his muscular upper body perfectly.

He was in the far corner of the room with Steve and some other guys that you didn’t know, nor did you care who they were. Stupid bastard. Laughing and drinking, not bothered by feelings, he seemed content and at ease.

You looked away, pretending you didn’t notice him. In fact, you decided to make it your mission for the night not to notice him. Ever again if possible.  

You grabbed Andy's hand as you smiled up at him and brought him to some people you knew: your usual crowd.

You were aware that Bucky knew about your presence there. You could feel his intense stare on you. You even got a mental image of his stupid smirk that you wished to wash off of his face so many times before. But you just ignored him… trying to stay true to your one and only resolution for the night.

You were smiling the whole time, while talking to your friends. From time to time you’d turn your head up to give a breathtaking smile to Andy and kiss his neck. It seemed your plan was working so far. Suddenly you felt optimistic about it.

That was until you decided to go out on the balcony and take some fresh air. You needed a break from the crowd, from Andy, from Bucky’s constant stare boring into the back of your head. You were glad to find the much needed solitude out there.

Once you were out you released a relieving breath you didn’t know you were holding. The feeling of the cold air against your skin was extremely relaxing. The only thing you cursed yourself for, was the decision you had made earlier on not to wear a bra. Coming back in, you’d probably make a lot of guys excited. Not that you cared. At. All.

You were so caught up in thought that you never heard the steps behind you. That was until his raspy voice spoke in your ear:

‘Have you been trying to ignore me, Y/N?’ Bucky asked as he placed his right hand on the side of your neck. It slowly found its way up to your cheek. You felt the pressure he was applying, forcing you to look at him from behind. ‘I must say - that's pretty rude, doll’

You didn’t expect him at all. It never occurred to you he would follow you to the balcony. You locked your eyes on his.

‘Ignore you? I never noticed your presence here, Sergeant. Newsflash: The world doesn't go around you.’ you spat out as you turned you head away from him.

‘Who's your friend?’

‘My date, Andy. Why would you care anyways?’ you answered harshly, but he ignored your question.

‘How long have you been hanging around?’

‘Why does that matter?’

Bucky looked at you and calmly repeated his question.

‘How long have you been hanging around?’

You turned around, ready to give him a piece of your mind. What right did he have to demand answers when he had made it abundantly clear he wanted nothing to do with you? However, the minute you looked into his blue eyes, you knew you were on the losing side. You hated yourself for it. You hated how submissive he made you with just one look.

‘Two weeks.’ you whispered obediently.

Bucky smirked and quietly asked:

‘Does he make you come the way you did for me?’

Looking down at your feet, you tried to hide your flushed cheeks. How could he ask you such question?

‘I don't know what you are talking about’ you said with a calm voice that was a surprise even for you.

Bucky leaned in closer to you.

‘Now, we both know that's not true’ he grabbed your chin confidently and tilted your head to look at him again. ‘You ever blush for him like that?’

‘What do you expect me to do, Sergeant? Your question is inappropriate. I'm embarrassed.’

‘Yeah, I can see that’ He placed his metal hand on the back of your hip and pulled you closer to him. ‘Embarrassed, because you don't come for him at all, right?’

‘What the fuck are you doing, Barnes? I'm here with Andy’ you looked at him sternly, putting both your hands on his rock solid chest, trying to push him back. Unsuccessfully.

‘Don't lie to me, Y/N. I think you know what happens when you lie’ he stared back at you as his usual smirk formed on his lips.

‘I'm not lying. I really AM here with Andy’ you whispered mockingly.

‘I can see that. You’d better lose the attitude though or it will get worse’ Bucky pulled you even closer, his strong hand holding your hip and slowly making its way towards your ass. ‘I meant pretty boy whatshisname there, making you come the way I did’

‘If you get an answer, would you leave me alone?’ you almost pleaded becoming more and more irritated by the second. It was a fight you were positive you’d lose.

‘I'm asking the questions, doll. Didn’t we say something about the attitude, hm?’ Bucky closed his vibranium hand around your jaw bones bringing your face closer to his. The slight pain was making you both angrier and aroused at the same time. You could feel the heat in between your thighs growing. ‘Answer. The. Question.’

You were reluctant to give him what he wanted though. Truth be told, you were enjoying this game just a little too much. You were going to lose, alright. But you were not going to give up without a fight.

‘Yes... he makes me come pretty hard... He made me come three times last night’ you smiled glancing at Andy or at least trying to through the glass balcony doors. ‘Oh, Sergeant, he fucked me so hard I could barely walk this morning’

A low almost imperceptible growl escaped Bucky’s lips, you were pleased to notice. But he was quick to compose himself and laughed bitterly instead.

‘Three times? I doubt he ever made a bitch come three times in his entire life’ he pulled you even closer against him. You could feel his warm breath on your face as well as the big hard bulge pressing against your stomach. That sick bastard. But as sick as that was you had to hold back a moan. God knows how much you’d missed that bulge. ‘Mmm… you’re going to have to something about this, doll.’

‘Why don't you just leave me alone? I'm with Andy now... and I'm satisfied and happy. What do you want from me?’ you were almost whining at this point.

‘I want you to stop fucking lying to me, right now!’ Bucky growled in your ear as he slid his hand from your hip to the crotch of your pants resting his hand there cupping you through your jeans.

You felt even more aroused. You couldn’t help but remember your night together and as much as you didn't want to admit it in front of Bucky, you couldn't remember ever coming that hard in your life.

‘I have a boyfriend... and plus I hate you’ you simply stated. Well, at least a part of that sentence was true.

He slid his vibranium hand up your body and under your blouse, pinching one of your nipples. You shivered at the cold sensation, fighting back the moan that was threatening to escape.

‘Andy’s not your boyfriend’ Bucky said.

‘Yes, he is’ you answered. ‘Now, stop that. Somebody might see… Don’t touch me’

You said through gritted teeth attempting to push his hands away.

‘Mmm, there’s this fucking attitude again… ‘He said dramatically. ‘I might forgive you though… if you are a good girl and help me sort this little problem out’

He nodded towards his visible bulge.

‘Let’s clear this up: We fucked once... and you were an asshole!’ you took one of his hands, raising it up. ‘And as far as I’m concerned, you can sort out your little problem on your own, Barnes.’

You pushed past him, finally able to escape his grasp, heading to go back inside.

‘That's it! I'm done fucking around with you!’ Bucky growled and grabbed your wrist, roughly pulling you to the wall next to the glass door, hidden from the drunken crowd. He turned you around, so you were facing the wall.

‘Let me go! Or I'll scream! You are hurting me, Bucky’

‘Shut. Your. Mouth.’ the Sergeant growled in your ear, emphasizing each word as he pressed you to the wall with his body, even rougher this time.

‘Fuck you’ you whispered.

Bucky grabbed your hair and pulled your head back. Licking you earlobe, he whispered in your ear:

‘Oh, I will, doll. I’m gonna fuck you so hard for this entire room to hear. And especially your little pretty boy over there’

‘Let me go…’ you whispered weakly.

Bucky slid his hand down and gently rubbed it over your jean covered backside. Then out of nowhere placed one hard smack on it. You bit your bottom lip, trying to hide exactly how much you enjoyed that. He smacked your ass again and again, harder each time.

‘Now be a good girl and don't make this harder when we both know that's what you want’

‘And what do you want, Sergeant?’

‘Pull your jeans down and take your punishment like a good girl’ he commanded.

‘I was just being honest’ you stated but started to unzip your jeans anyways.

‘You were being honest, when you said he made you come three times?’ Bucky raised his eyebrows.

‘Yes... I came three times... ‘

He didn’t seem to like that answer very much, given the loud growl that escaped his lips. It appeared your statement had unleashed something even more animalistic. He smacked your backside harder than before.

‘How did he make you come?’ Bucky asked through gritted teeth and smacked you again.

‘Why does it matter?’ you asked, your voice trembling a little.

‘It matters, because I said so’ the soldier pulled your unzipped jeans down over your butt roughly, revealing your bare bottom. He spanked you as hard as he could, leaving the loud slaps fill the still of the night. You felt your backside burning and your panties dampening. ‘Answer me!’

‘I was thinking about something else, while he was fucking me’ you whispered unwillingly. You had officially lost the battle now. It was time you admitted defeat.

‘What about?’

But you stayed quiet.

‘Answer me!’ he raised his voice. You jumped a little but refused to give him this last drop of pleasure you were holding against him.

You heard the sound of his zipper going down. You could feel his hard cock sliding up and down your dripping ruined panties.

‘If you don’t answer, I’m gonna fuck you in front of that glass door for everyone inside to see’ he growled in your ear.

‘You...’ you whispered embarrassed. ‘I was thinking about you’

‘What about me?’

‘He was fucking me and I was imaging you. Just the image of your cock threw me over the edge. Oh, Sergeant, I want to feel your cock pulsating inside of me. Fuck me, please!’

You’d lost all control and you couldn’t wait anymore. You wanted him and you wanted him bad.

‘Jeasus, doll. You don’t have to ask me twice’ Bucky answered, shoving you against the wall and ripping off your panties. He seemed eager too as he quickly found his way and plunged inside you, moaning loudly in pleasure. Oh, you had missed this. The feeling of his big throbbing cock inside of you: pure bliss. It still took you awhile to adjust to his size. He was huge.

And then… he started moving. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

‘God you are so wet… and so warm… and oh so tight. I’ve missed you’ he whispered and rested his forehead on the back of your head deeply inhaling your scent. His movements continued in a steady rhythm for a moment and then he picked up his pace.

You could feel your orgasm building up inside of your stomach. Your release was close.

‘Bucky, I’m gonna come’ you panted.

‘Yes, come for me, doll. Come all over my cock’ he whispered in your ear, nibbling on it. He quickened his thrusts as he felt your walls tightening around him more and more. With one loud long moan you released your orgasm, gripping the wall in front of you in order to steady yourself.

Bucky continued faster and faster. It took him a few more thrusts before he followed your lead and spurred his seed deep inside of you with a loud groan.

He placed his hands on the wall as well on the both sides of you, trying to catch his breath. Still inside of you, you could feel his throbbing cock softening.

Once he steadied his breathing, he pulled out. Your combined juices leaked out, spreading down your thighs. He smeared it some more around your mound with his finger and pinched your sensitive clit, causing you to yelp at the intense feeling.

‘Now that’s one beautiful view, doll’ you could hear the smirk in his voice. ‘I want you to put your pants back on and stay like that for the evening.’

‘What?’ you asked in disbelief as you zipped your jeans and turned around to face him.

‘You are mine. Anyone who attempts something, should know. You are mine. Do you copy?’

[moonlighttfoxx]

Unmasked

Summary: Being a philanthropist is hard. Even harder when you have a big secret to hide. Let’s add a pinch of desire and a big dose of lust to that. The Batman may be good at solving riddles, but how good is Bruce Wayne at solving the mystery behind his feelings?

Story type: Series

Pairings: Battinson x OC

A/N: It’s still a WIP. I haven’t worked out all the details yet.

All comments/asks(even the negative ones) are welcome. I’ll try to post regularly. Keep in mind that I’m not a native English speaker, so I apologize for any mistakes that might occur in the story. :)

P.S. No spoilers of The Batman.

P.P.S. I know the very first chapter is kind of boring but it will get spicy soon.

Warnings: Language, smut, adult content, 18+

Prologue

Chapter 1: First encounter

Chapter 2: Six simple rules

Chapter 3: Silver linings

[moonlighttfoxx]

Unmasked: Prologue

Summary: Being a philanthropist is hard. Even harder when you have a big secret to hide. Let’s add a pinch of desire and a big dose of lust to that. The Batman may be good at solving riddles, but how good is Bruce Wayne at solving the mystery behind his feelings?

Story type: Series

Pairings: Battinson x OC

A/N: It’s still a WIP. I haven’t worked out all the details yet.

All comments/asks(even the negative ones) are welcome. I’ll try to post regularly. Keep in mind that I’m not a native English speaker, so I apologize for any mistakes that might occur in the story. :)

P.S. No spoilers of The Batman.

P.P.S. I know the very first chapter is kind of boring but it will get spicy soon.

Warnings: Language, smut, adult content, 18+

Y/N’s POV:

You sighed taking a huge sip of your tea. This was nice, you guessed. If there was a silver lining in your situation, staying at a billionaire’s mansion was definitely it. You couldn’t lie: it was weird. And you felt a little nervous. You definitely were an inconvenience, you had no doubt. Not that you had a reason to think that. They were all nice to you.

Alfred was an absolute delight. He was like the fatherly figure you’d been missing dearly in your life for almost a decade now.

‘What a strange thought’ you thought. You had been staying there for two days and you were already comparing Alfred to a dad. ‘Get a grip on yourself!’

You hoped he was sincere though. You believed he was. He had already reassured you more than 3 times that you weren’t a bother. Not at all. Not even for ‘Master Wayne’. You weren’t sure about that last part though. Bruce Wayne hadn’t said anything explicitly but you could tell by his facial expression that he was uncomfortable around you. He appeared cold and unwelcoming. Not that you had spent that much time around him. He was almost never around and when he was, he barely spoke to you. You couldn’t really decide what he was like. You knew one thing for sure though: Bruce Wayne was a mystery.

Bruce’s POV:

That was torture. Pure torture. And Bruce blamed no other but Alfred for it. It was ALL his fault.

Alfred and his idea that the Wayne family has to keep up the philanthropy image and all. As if Bruce’s night activities weren’t focused exactly on that. He was thankful to Alfred for all he did and had done for him and his family but this was too much and completely unnecessary. Bruce didn’t care at the time when his butler had asked him but now he saw it as a problem. A big one at that.

Alfred, having worked for MI6 and everything, had this very close former MI6 colleague and current cop (the colleague in question had decided to change careers for some reason) in Metropolis who called him for a case. He’d had this witness who needed protection till they found more evidence for the trial and till they actually caught the man who did the crime. That’s why he had asked if Alfred could offer a safe place where they could provide the witness protection. Now, Alfred saw this as an opportunity: on one hand, to help his friend and to build up the Wayne image more, on the other. Especially since Bruce didn’t care much about it.

So, there they were. Providing protection for the witness. The more Bruce thought about it, the more flaws he found in Alfred’s idea. It was great on paper. But what about Bruce’s secret life? What about the Batman? It was too risky for a stranger to be walking around a house full of deadly equipment. And when that stranger was Y/N it was even riskier.

Bruce sighed loudly and ran his hands through his hair.

“Is everything okay, Master Wayne?” Alfred’s voice echoed somewhere in the background. Bruce’s eyes’ found the butler’s and he nodded.

‘Yes, everything’s okay’ he confirmed. ‘I’m just starting to think this was a bad idea’

‘What was?’

‘Y/N’s stay here. It’s too risky.’

Alfred raised an eyebrow.

‘She knows your headquarters are off limits. I believe she’ll respect your privacy.’ The butler said.  ‘She seems like a nice girl and I like her. Maybe you should try to be nice to her. You could use a friend your own age. Or more’

‘I don’t think so’ another loud sigh escaped Bruce’s mouth. He suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at Alfred. ‘I’m gonna grab something to eat’

 Walking in the kitchen and hoping for solitude, Bruce was more than disappointed to find Y/N there. Not that he didn’t like her or anything; just this was all new to him. He wasn’t used to a stranger roaming around his home. She was annoying him. Her presence itself in the same room as him was annoying him. What irritated him the most; however, were those glowing eyes of hers and her heavenly smell. He could smell the scent whenever she was near. Ocean. And something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

It didn’t matter though. Because he didn’t care. Not one bit.

He sighed. Quietly this time.

‘Hey’ he whispered.

Y/N jumped on her seat, clearly startled. Perhaps she hadn’t heard him, nor had she expected his presence.

‘Oh, Mr. Wayne, I didn’t hear you’

‘I’m sorry I startled you’ Bruce said quietly.

‘No need to apologize. I’m a little jumpy these days’ she answered and smiled. Damn it! Her smile was infuriating as well.

‘It’s normal I guess. After everything you’ve been through’

She nodded silently and looked down at her tea.

Bruce took the opportunity to study her closer. He hadn’t allowed himself to stare at her too long till that moment. However, he found himself fascinated by how perfect the features on her face were. Her long hair that was falling down in heavy auburn waves seemed to only bring out the delicate lines forming her face. Bruce noticed her lips pursed in a tight line but even then they appeared plump and juicy. So kissable. For a moment he cursed himself for that last thought.

He kept staring at her face, even more so when she looked up and pierced him with those deep beautiful eyes of hers.

She cleared her throat; maybe she was uncomfortable under his assessing intense look.

‘I’ve been meaning to tell you that I’m most grateful for your hospitality. Thank you, Mr Wayne’ she stated. ‘I know I must be an awful inconvenience for you. I will try to stay out of your way’

‘It’s my pleasure to have you here’ Bruce replied with an even voice. His composed personality was definitely preventing him from sounding sincere, he guessed, although he was saying all the right words. All the right words he didn’t mean. She WAS an inconvenience: a beautiful one. And that was so much worse.  ‘Do you have any plans for your stay?’

Y/N thought for a moment. Her face lighted up for a second.

‘I thought I could take a sightseeing tour around the city later today. And one of these days I might see a friend from Metropolis. He might be visiting.’

So, there was a ‘he’. Hmm. Of course there would be a he. Bruce had no doubt she was a desirable woman. For some reason, unknown to him, that last part made him frown.

‘Do you think that’s wise? I don’t think anyone from Metropolis is supposed to know you are here’ he said, putting an effort to sound unfazed and unbothered by the aforementioned realization.

‘Oh, Clark’s not like that. He’s someone I can trust. I know that’ she smiled as she mentioned his name. Bruce felt a pitch of something unrecognizable twisting his stomach. He had no idea where it came from but he knew he didn’t like it one bit. ‘Now, Mr Wayne, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get ready’

[moonlighttfoxx]

The girl with the golden eyes: Chapter Nine

Pairings: Steve RogersxOC, Bucky BarnesxOC

Warnings: smut

A/N: I finally got to it! Sorry it took so long again. Hope you like though! Please, leave a comment. <3

This couldn’t have been acting. You were sure of it. Especially after you felt Steve’s desire pressing right into your panty – covered core. You were surprised to say the least. You hadn’t seen this side of the Captain up until that moment. He was usually so composed, so tense and grumpy around you. Not that you minded the change. Not one bit. You wanted him. You desired him and it was getting harder and harder to hide it.

Truth was, in his arms right there and then you finally felt content. You felt safe. It was right where you belonged, you were sure of it.

Suddenly you were very aware of everything that was happening. You felt his fingers slowly going up your thigh, sending shivers all over your body. His mouth travelled down your neck nipping at it only increasing the previous sensation, making you gasp both in surprise and pleasure.

‘Ste…Nick!’ you panted, changing the name in the last moment. You almost forgot the rules. Not that Steve noticed. You weren’t sure he was Steve – Steve anymore to be fair. There was someone…something else: a beast, primal and animalistic that seemed to have been released. You could feel it in his touch, you could taste it in his hungry kisses, and you could hear it in the low growl coming out of him while he was sucking on your neck. You didn’t know the Captain had it in him. However, you were loving it.

In the mean time, his hand had moved on the inner side of your thigh and it was going up, even more slowly than before. It was pure torture. You were so eager to feel his fingers in between your legs. You could feel the burning down there. You were sure he was feeling it too: the arousal coming from you in powerful waves. He must have felt it!

There it was. His hand had almost reached the final destination, his fingers were about to graze the outside of your panties when…

… a loud knock on the door interrupted your primal make out session. You jumped, startled by the sound. Steve quickly backed away from you too. His wide lust blown pupils seemed to need a moment to adjust, he seemed to need a moment to re-compose himself. He backed away even further as if just realizing what was about to happen. He took a deep breath and ran a nervous hand through his hair, then turned in the opposite direction of you facing the still unwashed dishes in the sink. You jumped from the table, pulled down your short summer dress, straightening it as much as possible and made your way to the door.

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Jesus Christ. Steve, get your shit together. The Captain thought to himself. He had no idea what had gotten into him.

His back facing Y/N, desperately trying to escape the events from a few seconds ago, he could hear she took a deep breath and went for the door. He heard her unlock it and the light squeaking of it suggested she had just opened it.  

‘Hey doll’ Bucky’s raspy voice echoed in the room followed by a moment of silence. Steve finally turned around. ‘I heard we had new neighbors and thought I’d introduce myself. I’m James: the hot guy next door. You have no idea how pleased I am to meet you.’

He smirked.

‘Same here. I’m Rose and this is my husband Nick. Would you like to come in for a lemonade or something?’ Y/N asked politely, still slightly out of breath from their previous activities.

‘With pleasure’

Steve rolled his eyes. He could see Bucky’s nostrils flaring. He was inhaling the scents in the room. He had definitely smelled the remains of Y/N arousal which still lingered heavy in the air. The Winter soldier took one final deep breath before he stepped in, moving inappropriately close to her. She looked up at him.

Mine.

‘You’ve never smelled better’ Buck almost growled, taking one more step closer. Her instinctive reaction was to step back. ‘Mmm… so delicious. I want a taste. Jesus doll…’

Steve’s instincts were threatening to take over once again. He could feel his blood boiling. He shortened the distance between them by moving behind Y/N. By trying to step back she bumped into his rock hard abs.

‘Bucky…’ she whispered. She looked puzzled. It was clear she had no idea what was happening. Truth be told, neither did Steve. He had no idea what was provoking Bucky’s actions in that moment. Nor had he an idea what was making him act like that and turning him into a wild mess, incapable of controlling his own body and mind.

‘Yes?’ Bucky asked, not caring that Steve had moved next to them. It appeared he was completely oblivious to his presence. He placed his metal arm to the inner side of her thigh and then said firmly: ‘I’m going to taste you.’

Low growl escaped from Steve’s throat. Mine.

It took him a second to react after that. In a blink of an eye he pushed Y/N behind him and his right hand wrapped around Bucky’s neck.

‘Mine’ he said simply looking him in the eyes. Stormy grey into electric blue. Bucky’s metal arm automatically went to Steve’s. He could feel the enormous pressure that was being applied to his limb.

‘What the fuck are you guys doing?’ Y/N raised voice came somewhere from behind them. Steve couldn’t quite register, though. It sounded so distant. And neither could Bucky. ‘Stop that!’

Her tiny figure appeared next to them. The Captain saw her from the corner of his eye.

‘James I think it’s time for you to go’ Y/N whispered. ‘Nick, let him go!’

No one seemed to have heard her. She wrapped her tiny hand around Steve’s bicep, pulling on it.

‘Let. Him. Go.’ She repeated once again through gritted teeth, emphasizing each word with another pull of his arm. No reaction. ‘Steve!’

His name, his actual name, coming out of her mouth snapped him out of the weird state he was in. He blinked his eyes once or twice and the released his best friend’s throat.

‘Bucky…’ he started saying but he was cut off by Y/N.

‘James, maybe you can come back a little later? Nick and I have just a few more things to sort out and then we’ll be up for company. It was nice of you to stop by though.’  

[moonlighttfoxx]

The girl with the golden eyes: Chapter Eight

Pairinsgs: Steve Rogersx OC

Warnings: smut

A/N: Sorry it took so long guys. I’ve kinda been swamped with work and also, I was kinda stuck. Hopefully, I will be able to post more over the next few weeks.

Also, this chapter might seem kinda messy. And btw, I’m imagining Steve’s new look kinda like his Andy Barber’s character. :)

I hope you enjoy it and I’d appreciate some feedback. It’d mean the world to me!  <3

New mission, huh? Steve couldn’t say he was glad. Not with the current situation, no. When Fury asked to see them, he expected the normal, physical kind of mission, where they fight the bad guys and after that everything goes back to normal. This time it wasn’t this type of mission. It was an undercover work for indefinite amount of time. And guess who his partner was this time? Yep. That’s right. It was Y/N. They had to pretend they were newly married and had just bought an apartment in the other side of the city. Well, apparently that was the best place to hide from HYDRA. Why hide, one might ask. Well, because as expected HYDRA and more specific Brock Rumlow was after his most important asset, the most treasured possession in his collection of shiny little things. And the Captain couldn’t blame him, not that he was willing to admit that.

So, Steve’s job was to protect Y/N at all costs. Without violence if possible. The worst part was that they couldn’t pretend to be themselves at all. Not even when they were alone. Anyone who was after them would find a way to check their new neighbors and even go as far as place bugs all over their place. So… they had to stay in character for the entire mission. Not fun. Steve wasn’t even sure how to act. What does a normal couple do? So, as much as he didn’t like it, he had to follow her lead this time. Was he comfortable with that? Not. At. All.

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 ‘It’s important to have a solid plan. If we are able to plan every possible outcome, that’d be great’ Steve said, looking at his teammates. Truth be told, he was nervous about a lot of things.

‘Well, as nice as that sounds, Cap, I don’t think that’s possible. But we should definitely have a plan B and be alert at all times. So one part of the team will focus on Brock and they will do everything in their power to find him before he finds Y/N and preferably take him down. While the other part of the team focuses on you and Y/N. They will assist you with anything they can and will make sure that you are safe’ Nat said. Steve nodded in agreement. ‘So, I think Bruce should stay here in the compound. That way he will have access to everything he might need. It would be a good idea to keep someone who is good at using a little bit more brutal force, just in case it ever comes to that. That’s where Barnes comes in. You will also have every other S.H.I.E.L.D. agent in case there’s a problem. Everyone else should focus on finding that scumbag.’

Steve nodded again. That seemed as everything he was able to do at this point. Well, that was promising.

‘Where should we hide? Any ideas?’  Y/N asked. She was quiet up till now as she was carefully listening.

‘I might have one’ Bucky spoke.

‘Oh?’

‘Yeah, I own an apartment in the other side of town. I use it when I want to get laid. My neighbors know me well. They think I’m a businessman. That’s my excuse for not being there that much. I can pull some strings and find an apartment there for you. That way I’ll be close to you in case you need anything and it wouldn’t be weird, because they already know me. The only unknown people would be you. ‘

‘Isn’t that too obvious? You are offering a building in the other part of town? One might think it’d be better to leave town all together and find a secret place somewhere’ Sam said.

‘You said it, man. That’s the most logical thing. Anyone would try to leave town and hide if they are being followed. That’s what’s expected. Ergo, they wouldn’t expect Y/N to stay in the city. And what’s more, the bigger the building, the easier she’ll blend in’

Steve didn’t want to admit it since he was still mad at Bucky for his recent behavior, but right now he was making perfect sense.

‘OK. That sounds good to me.  Now, we have to do something about our appearances. Both of us are recognizable. I’m generally known and HYDRA agents know her to well, I assume’

‘Not exactly’ Y/N spoke. ‘Brock knows me too well. He was keeping one of his favorite shiny little things hidden from everyone as much as he could. He trusted no one after all. And I assure you, he is not looking for me personally. He had sent his people’

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 So there they were: already settled in their new apartment after the movers had left. Y/N was sitting on the couch going through some book, with her hair curled up a little bit and put back in a tight bun while Steve was preparing dinner. They had changed their appearances slightly after all.  As funny as it sounded, Steve had changed his hair and dyed it in a little darker color. He doubted that would help but it was Nat’s idea. As for Y/N she’d changed her hair color to blond and decided to put on lenses, so instead of golden - brown, her eyes were green now. She’d decided to finish her look with some nerdy glasses that made her look even sexier for some reason. She was still as beautiful as ever but the Captain still wasn’t sure he liked her new look.

They weren’t as easily recognizable now at least. They weren’t Steve Rogers and Y/N Y/L/N anymore. Now they were Nick and Rose Grant: a simple newly married couple. She was last year of her Psychology major and he was a lawyer. Obviously, in this scenario he was supposed to be about 7 years older than her. That worked for him since he was actually a lot older than her anyway.

While he was trying to get used to the idea that he was going to spend the next few weeks trapped in the same house as Y/N, sharing the same bed with her, his mind kept drifting to the last thing Nat said to them before the meeting was over:

‘You two, you have to be lovey – dovey all the time, you should never break character, even when you are alone in your apartment. From the moment you step through the door you are no longer Captain America and Y/N Y/L/N. Oh, and don’t forget to have fairly regular intercourse’

‘What?!’ breathing had never felt this hard for Steve before at the image of that.

‘Simulate it, obviously’ Nat had chuckled. ‘Unless you are feeling naughty’

So, from that moment on, Steve’s mind was occasionally going back to that moment. He wasn’t exactly sure how to start a potential intercourse situation and what to do for that matter, so he was hoping Y/N would initiate it herself.

‘Honey, dinner’s ready’ he said as he put the plates down on their kitchen table. Y/N looked up from her book and smiled at him. She left the book on the coffee table in front of the couch and made her way to the kitchen.

‘Mmm, baby… it smells delicious’ she purred, stopping in front of him and lifting on her tip – toes. She lightly pecked his lips. Steve was shocked at first, he wasn’t expecting it, but she was playing her part perfectly so far and she had gone straight into character from the moment she had walked through the door, just as Nat had ordered. The only thing that needed to be done was for Steve to get his act together.

The dinner was quiet. And Steve was proud it was indeed delicious.

‘I’ll help you with the dishes’ Y/N smiled as she took them from the table and put them in the sink.

‘Thanks’ Steve answered as he watched her move back to the table and pop on top of it, a wicked grin on her face. ‘I’ll do them in a minute’

‘Why don’t you leave the dishes for later and let’s say… hm… do me instead’ Y/N purred as she opened her legs, her white lacy bikinis seductively peeking underneath her short summer dress. They didn’t leave much to the imagination. Jesus, she was good at acting indeed. His semi – hard cock, twitching slightly in his pants seemed to agree with that last statement. God. Steve swallowed hard.

‘Mmm, now that’s an offer I can’t refuse’ Steve answered confidently and moved in front of her, positioning himself in between her opened legs. The warmth coming from there was intoxicating. He smashed his lips against hers. Hard. Almost as hard as his cock right then. He was sure she could feel it pressing against her bikini covered area. This time he wasn’t ashamed one bit. Especially not when her heavenly sweet scent filled in his nostrils and his instincts took over.

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The girl with the golden eyes:  Chapter Seven

A/N: Sorry this took so long. It’s been crazy couple of weeks and I kinda was stuck with this one. When I started writing it, I had a pretty basic idea. If you have any suggestions or ideas, I’d be always open to hear them. I will try to update more often, but I have this trip coming up next week, sooo no promises. Thanks for reading guys! :) 

Warnings: Jealous Steve appears again( I kinda love him Lol)

You opened your eyes to a terrible headache. Shit. How much had you drunk last night?

You threw the covers away, trying to mentally prepare yourself for leaving that bed. You knew the moment you lifted your head off the pillow, your headache would only get worse. So you decided to give yourself a few seconds before you do that. Instead you thought it’d be a good idea to try to remember exactly what had happened last night.

There was alcohol. Obviously. You played some game. Oh that damned game. You had to make out with Nat, because of it. Not that you minded. You had to twerk at some point (Bucky’s dare). You had to give the Captain a lap dance… oh, Jesus! You had grinded against Steve’s crotch. You had wiggled your ass for him, you had pushed your boobs literally in his face. His red face. He must have been so embarrassed. Probably almost as you were right now. How were you supposed to face him after that? He already hated your guts. Damn! You wouldn’t be able to look into his gorgeous blue eyes. Blue eyes? The bluest of eyes… ‘You have the bluest eyes in the world, Captain’

Those words suddenly rung in your head. For a moment the awful headache was replaced by them. And then you remembered. You remembered all of it. Your confession about Brock being your first and only, your confession about being horny lately… and the worst of all… you had drunkenly kissed Captain Steve Rogers. If you closed your eyes, you could still feel the taste of his lips, of his tongue. You could still feel the warmth of his hands over your body and the desire it had awoken. You could still feel the hardness of his cock pressed against your belly. You remembered it all.

You were a lot of things at this second. Aroused. Embarrassed. Hungover. You wished to forget everything that had happened last night and at the same time you wished to remember it till your last breath.

But hey, whatever happens at game night, stays at game night, right? So you figured the best you could do, is pretend nothing happened. You didn’t have to talk about it with anyone. It would be your little piece of heaven. A little secret, shared with Steve. A drunken mistake you would never ever repeat.

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 Steve was on his way to the common area. He was secretly hoping Y/N wasn’t there. He knew she probably didn’t remember much, but still that wasn’t very helpful, because he remembered. He remembered everything. Every little detail. Her ass wiggling for him. Her boobs, shoved in his face. Her lips, pressed against his. How could he forger that? If anything, he was thinking about her even more now.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw her. She was on the couch with Bucky. They were watching a movie. Bucky was sitting with his legs stretched out on the coffee table in front of him and Y/N was lying with her head in his lap. Steve could see Bucky’s hands were buried in her hair and his fingers were moving up and down her scalp.

‘Hey, Stevie’ Bucky greeted him, not looking away from the TV. Steve murmured a quick ‘Good morning’ in response and went to grab some coffee. ‘Won’t you join us?’

Steve sighed. What excuse could he possibly have not to join them? And plus that was his almost every day routine. He’d grab some coffee and sit quietly around the coffee table with the TV on. He’d rarely watch it though. It was just background noise that for some odd reason made him feel relaxed. So, they’d know something was up if he didn’t join them. It’d be weird. Therefore, he slowly dragged his ass to the armchair near the couch and sat on it.

He took a sip of his coffee and put it on the table. Then he casually glanced at Y/N. She had her eyes closed, but he could tell she wasn’t sleeping. Firstly, because of her breathing. And secondly, because she greeted him with a short ‘Morning, Captain’ the moment he sat down next to them. He could see her outfit now. It involved casual wide black shorts and a white tank top. No bra again. And to top it all from the position she was in, he could see the curve of her butt and the red lacy bikinis she had chosen to wear. That was the problem with the wide shorts. God. She was going to be the death of him. Steve swallowed hard and tried to focus on something else. Bucky’s serious expression. Or the steady movement of his hands, buried in Y/N’s hair.

Suddenly a soft moan escaped her lips, leading Steve’s thoughts in a certain direction. A direction he was definitely trying to avoid. And her moan didn’t help him one bit. If anything, he could feel his pants getting tighter by the second. Damn it.

Steve noticed the look he got from Bucky. The moment their eyes met, Bucky raised an eyebrow at him and it seemed like something mischievous crossed his mind that very second. Great. He knew. He must’ve smelled Steve’s arousal. The captain hurried to avoid his eyes and shifted uncomfortably in the armchair.

‘Do you like that, doll?’ Bucky whispered.

‘Mmm… yesss’ Y/N answered. Steve looked at her again and he could see that her nipples had gotten hard and very visible underneath her tank top. As if they were begging for attention. As if they were begging to be pinched and licked and sucked. Steve could feel his cock getting harder and harder.

‘How much exactly do you like it?’ Bucky asked.

‘Oh, very very much’

‘You know, I can see that’ he said smirking.

Y/N opened her eyes and looked up at him.

‘Huh?’ she asked.

‘I love girls like you. Even if you’re trying to be subtle about it and hide it, your body kinda gives it away’ he said as his hands slowly slid from her head down to her shoulders until they reached her breasts and teasingly grazed her erect nipples through her top. She gasped seemingly in surprise, but Steve could tell she liked it. He could smell that sweet sweet scent in the air once again. As much of an effect it had on him, he didn’t like it one bit. Not when it was for Bucky.

‘Bucky!’ she half screamed, quickly glancing at Steve. But Bucky didn’t stop, instead his smirk just grew wider.

‘I know you like that, doll. Again, your body gives it away. I can smell you’ he said and drew a deep breath. ‘You smell so fucking good. I can’t help it, but to want a taste of it’

Steve knew Bucky was right. She liked it. And she did smell good.

‘Bucky’ Steve said sternly. It was very hard to keep his voice down. It was very hard to play it cool, especially when all he wanted was to rip his friend’s hand off and punch him in his stupid smirking face.

Bucky looked up at Steve.

‘What?’ he asked.

‘Stop that’ Steve said, his voice was low.

‘Why?’ Bucky asked, his smirk re-appearing once more.

‘It’s disrespectful and it’s not appropriate. You wanna keep doing that, at least take it somewhere more private’ Steve said, using his Captain voice.

‘Why do you care so much Stevie?’ Bucky asked. ‘You know; to me it sounds as if you are jealous. Are you jealous, Stevie?’

Steve was about to answer, but he was interrupted by Clint, who had just walked into the room. He was fully dressed. It was obvious he didn’t go there for coffee and chit chat.

‘Hey, guys’ he greeted. ‘I know it’s early, but Furry wants us for a meeting. He has a mission for us. It’s urgent, so you better get dressed and let’s go’

All of them rose to their feet, heading to their rooms. While walking through the hallway, silently following Y/N and Bucky, the captain couldn’t help but wonder if Bucky was annoying him on purpose. Deep down Steve was certain, that his best friend was testing him, pushing him, trying to get a reaction out of him. The only thing he didn’t know, was why.

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When will you post next chapter 🥺🥺

I hope tomorrow. Definitely will have some more time over the weekend 🥰

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The girl with the golden eyes: Chapter Six

‘I need another drink!’ you exclaimed, getting up from the floor, staggering a little.

‘Don’t you think you should take a break? It’s late’ Steve said quietly.

It WAS late. A little past 1 am. Nat had already called it a night like half an hour ago and Bucky’s been dead asleep on the couch for the past hour. Old man. He wasn’t even drunk. He couldn’t get drunk, because of the serum, he just had the schedule of an old man. You on the other hand were completely hammered.

‘Nooo. I’m perfectly fine’ you answered pouring another glass of vodka. Taking your drink in your hand you went in Steve’s direction on the armchair next to the couch in slow unsteady steps. You stopped right in front of him. If you weren’t drunk, probably you’d consider it a little bit too close: you were almost in between his legs. Your breasts were right at the level of his eyes. ‘Don’t I look fine, Captain?’

You could see him swallowing hard as his eyes travelled up, stopping on your perky breasts only for a brief almost unnoticeable moment before they reached your eyes.

‘Yeah, perfectly fine’ he answered. He stood up from the armchair, now looking down at you. Your breasts were almost touching his t – shirt covered abdomen. Oh, this position was all too familiar. ‘But how about I take that from you, huh? And then maybe you can go to bed’

He reached out, slowly taking the glass from your hand, his eyes never leaving yours. His fingers brushed against your own, which for some reason caused a light electrical shock all over your body. You bit your bottom lip, trying hard to suppress a moan.

‘But I don’t wanna go to bed just yet’ you said.

‘Okay. Just do me a favor and drink something different than alcohol’

‘Will you stay with me?’ you asked. Steve nodded.

‘I suppose I can stay a little longer’ he said as he bent slightly so he can reach and leave the glass on the table behind you. Now his face was inches away from your breasts. ‘Sorry’ he said once he straightened up again, a slight blush creeping to his cheeks.

‘I don’t mind one bit’ you answered, smirking a little. ‘Let’s sit down and talk’

You grabbed his hand dragging him to the floor where you sat during the game of Truth and Dare. You sat opposite of him, crossing your legs underneath you.

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So, there he was. On the floor, sitting opposite of the woman he claimed he loathed. It was just the two of them and she was wasted. She was unusually chatty and relaxed. He didn’t want to admit it, but he liked it. Her. That way.

‘You know, Captain’ she started suddenly, breaking the silence. ‘That make out session with Nat tonight was the most action I got in months’

‘Oh?’ Steve asked, finding it hard to believe.

‘Yeah… and I’m so horny. I just wanna be pounded hard. I want to feel something else besides my fingers down there’

Jesus. She was so fucking drunk and she had such a little dirty mouth that was making Steve fucking hard all over again. He swallowed hard one more time.

‘Well… I… um… I’m sure a lot of guys are willing to help you with that’

‘Yeah… maybe. But I don’t want just any guy. After Brock… it’s hard to trust anyone’ she confessed heartedly.

‘Brock? As in Brock Rumlow?’ Steve asked and Y/N nodded. ‘You slept with that guy?’

‘Well… yeah’ she answered, looking down. Was she embarrassed? ‘He found me and recruited me. He taught me everything. He is very keen on shiny little things, you know. And… he made me one of his shiny little things. I was so fascinated at the beginning with everything he offered, including sex. He was… my first’

Steve’s eyes widened a little.

‘But you were part of Hydra till recently. Does that mean you’ve never been with anyone else?’ he couldn’t help but ask. He didn’t want to seem interested at all. But he was.

‘Yep. Only one guy my entire life. How pathetic is that?’

‘I wouldn’t say pathetic. And plus… who am I to judge anyway?’ Steve said, looking her in the eyes, almost smiling.

She chuckled.

‘You have the bluest eyes in the world, Captain’ she blurred out. ‘And I love the beard. It suits you. A lot.’ She reached out, touching his face. She ran her fingers through his bearded cheeks. ‘I wonder how it would feel in between my legs. Oh, man… I’m sure I’ll be regretting that in the morning’

Steve laughed. He could have told her he wondered the same thing. He could have told her he had spent the entire afternoon thinking of his head in between her legs. But he didn’t.  

‘No worries. Whatever happens at game night, stays there. So you can tell me whatever you like and we won’t discuss it ever again. I promise’ he said.

‘Thanks. But I think I should call it a night. I’m not going to risk sharing all the naughty thoughts I have that involve you’

‘Naughty thoughts, huh?’ Steve asked. Only if she knew his thoughts. And only if she had any idea of how hard she made him only with her presence and nothing else.

‘Yes’ she admitted, getting up and Steve followed. Both of them left the room, leaving the lightly snoring Bucky behind them on the couch and slowly started walking towards their bedrooms. They fell into comfortable silence.

Eventually they reached Y/N’s room.

‘Well, this is me’ she said, stopping. Steve stopped too. They were facing each other again, her breasts almost touching his abdomen. The same old position. Appareantly it was becoming their thing.

‘Yeah’ Steve whispered. ‘Well… good night, I guess’

She nodded, but Steve could see her mind was elsewhere. He wondered about the thoughts that had invaded her mind space. He wanted to know what she was thinking about, but he wasn’t going to ask. Instead he turned around, ready to walk off.

‘Hey, Captain’ she called him. He stopped and faced her again. He expected her to say something, but she didn’t. To his surprise Y/N grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt, pulled him closer and smashed her lips against his. Steve was stunned at first, his thoughts going wild for a second, but soon enough his instincts took over. The same instincts that kept him on his toes for the past couple of weeks. The same instincts that were telling him to ravish her and make her scream his name.

His lips started moving against hers and he gently pushed her against the door. Steve felt her tongue licking his bottom lip and he gladly opened his mouth, his own tongue meeting hers. Y/N pulled his body closer to hers hungrily, desperately. Flesh to flesh. He let his hand roam from her waist up to her breasts. He could feel how hard her nipples were. He pinched one of them over the fabric, which made her moan in his mouth. The well know sweet scent filled the air around him and captivated all his senses, blurring them. Oh, that drove him crazy. He was rock hard again. And he knew she could feel him. But for the first time he didn’t care. It was all for her. She had to know.

Seconds later they parted to catch their breaths. They stood there for a moment just looking at each other, breathing heavily. Her lips were swollen from the kiss and the color red painted her cheeks. That was the most beautiful sight Steve had ever seen. Y/N all flushed, all wet. For him.

Y/N smirked at him.

‘Well, Captain, remember: whatever happens at game night, stays there’ and with those words she turned around and entered her room, closing the door behind her.

Yep. Steve was left there. In front of Y/N’s bedroom in the empty hallway. Alone. Flushed. Panting. Rock hard.

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The girl with the golden eyes: Part Five

Warnings: smut, complete filth, horny Steve, horny Bucky, horny reader, a little girl on girl make out session, mentions of BBC

‘Hey, Steve! Wait up!’ Bucky shouted in the empty hallway, chasing his friend after he had stormed out from the gym. Steve stopped, turned around and looked angrily at his friend, face still red, both from anger and from the workout.

‘What?’ he asked annoyed.

‘What’s with you? What was that all about?’ Bucky asked once he caught up with him.

‘I have no idea what you’re talking about’

‘So… you just happen to storm out like that on a regular basis, huh?’

‘It’s nothing important’ Steve answered coldly.

‘Again, you are not a particularly good liar, Stevie. Besides, it doesn’t go well with Captain America’s image to lie now, does it?’  

Steve sighed.

‘Sure, sure. But dry – humping in public areas goes well with everything, I assume.’

‘Is that what this is about? I had a little fun, so what?’

‘It’s inappropriate. That’s what. Today’s dry – humping, tomorrow who knows… I might go to the gym and find you two actually fucking’

‘So what if you do?’ Bucky crossed his arms in front of his chest.

‘It’s inappropriate!’ Steve raised his voice, repeating himself one more time.

‘Is that the reason it bothers you? Because you see, I think you’re lying.’

‘You can think whatever you want. I couldn’t care less.’ Steve grunted.

‘You sure about that?’ Bucky said quietly. ‘You know what I think? I think you want to fuck Y/N just as much as I do if not more. I think you think about her all the time. I can only imagine the thoughts running through your head. And I think it drives you nuts when somebody else is so much as looking at her. Because you are jealous. You are a jealous son of a bitch. And you can deny it as much as you want, but don’t forget I know you all too well. And don’t think I don’t know you are aroused all the time when you are around her. I’m a super soldier too. Now, you have two options: you can admit that you fucking want her so I can back off or you can continue acting like a horny little boy that doesn’t know what he wants.’

Bucky could see Steve’s jaw tightening.

‘I don’t want her. I can barely stand her. And I couldn’t care less about who she sleeps with. So will you drop it already?’

‘A horny little boy it is then’ said Bucky. He turned on his heel and went back to the gym, leaving Steve in the middle of the hallway. Pissed. The Captain was a stubborn man. Bucky knew that if he pushed him enough, he would eventually have to face his feelings, therefore the winter soldier just set a new goal for himself: piss Captain America until he caves. Steve would thank him later.

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‘Okay, guys. As some of you already know: I have planned a little Truth or Dare for tonight’s game night. I’m sure you’re familiar with it. In case you pick truth, you have to answer honestly, you don’t get to switch questions. If you pick dare, you can’t back out and again you can’t request a different dare.’ Natasha gave detailed instructions as the rest of the team sat in a circle on the floor.

‘Are we still doing that? But there’s just the four of us here’ Steve complained. Tony and Bruce had some science stuff to do that came up in the last minute. Clint saw an opportunity to spend some time with his family during the weekend and Wanda and Vision had decided to find good usage of the weekend as well and take a short vacation. That left only Steve, Bucky, Y/N and Natasha in the compound.

‘Of course we are still doing that. I’m not letting anyone ruin my game night.’ Nat said confidently. ‘Where’s Sam?’

‘In his room. He injured himself badly during workout earlier. He took same painkillers and went to bed’ Bucky explained.

Natasha nodded.

‘That shouldn’t be a problem. I actually think it could be way more fun like that’ she smirked.  ‘Sooo, grab something to drink, I feel you’re gonna need it and let’s get the party started!’

Boy, as annoying as Nat was right now, she was right about the drinking. Steve needed a lot of that if he was going to make it through tonight. Not that he could get drunk anyway. But there’s no harm in trying, right? That way at least he was going to focus on something else instead of Y/N. He could smell her again. He was sitting in between him and Bucky, right next to him and that didn’t help one bit. Those damn lilacs. And as if that wasn’t enough of a distraction, she was wearing casual shorts and a tight top. No bra again. And guess what? Her nipples were pushing hard against the fabric. Yep, Steve needed alcohol big time.

‘Sooo, let’s start. I’ll go first. Bucky, truth or dare?’ Nat asked.  

‘What do you think? Dare, of course’ he smirked.

‘Oh, this should be fun. I dare you to send a text to the last person you messaged, but not just any type of text. A sext. Send a sext to the last person you messaged. And make sure it’s descriptive. Tell them in details what you want to do to them’

‘Oh, neat! That’s a nice one!’ Y/N cheered, sending a smile in Nat’s direction. ‘Who is it, Buck?’

Bucky took out his phone, unlocking it and opened his messages.

‘Uh, it’s Sam. Why couldn’t it have been one of the two of you? I have no problem picturing what I want to do to you’ Bucky said, referring to Nat and Y/N.

‘I can help you with that’ Y/N said, a slight smirk appearing on her face. ‘Give me the phone’

Bucky rolled his eyes, but gave it to her anyways.

‘I’m gonna embarrass myself one way or another. How bad could it be?’ he sighed. Steve watched Y/N typing something, a devilish grin on her face.

‘There’ she said, clicking the send button. Then she returned the phone to Bucky.

He read it himself and his eyes widened a little bit.

‘Jesus, doll. You’ve got some mouth on you’

‘What is it? Read it out loud for us’ Nat pleaded.

Bucky sighed.

‘I wasn’t able to stop thinking about you all day, big boy. You looked so good at the gym today I wished to have a bite of that sexy ass of yours and feel your big black cock in my mouth. I just love gagging on big black dicks’ he read. Steve choked a little on his drink. For no particular reason he couldn’t help but wonder if Y/N really thought that.

‘Awesome!’ Nat laughed.

‘Do you really love gagging on big black cocks, doll?’ Bucky asked raising an eyebrow.

‘Maybe I do, maybe I don’t’ she answered mischievously.

‘Oh, come on! Tell me! Today is all about truth and dare, isn’t it?’

‘Well, I suppose you’re going to ask me later anyway. So, to answer your question: I love gagging on big cocks. I love the challenge if you know what I mean. They don’t have to be black necessarily. Although, there’s a certain appeal to the black ones’

‘Totally!’ Nat agreed.

Now, why did she have to say that? Steve’s mind drifted off in a very inappropriate direction including Y/N’s mouth on his big hard cock. If she loved gagging so much, he sure as hell was able to help her with that. Steve bit his bottom lip.  

‘Mmm, doll, then you’d love to have a taste of me’ Bucky whispered.

‘I’m sure I would, Sergeant.’ She giggled. ‘But it’s your turn.’

‘Oh, right. Truth or dare?’ Bucky looked at Y/N.

‘Dare’ she answered confidently. Her answer brought a big smirk to his face.

‘You choose wisely. I have this particular fantasy of mine that involves you. I’d like to make it a reality and it seems like I might just have the chance for that.’

‘Tell me you’re not that desperate to dare me to give you head’ Y/N joked.

‘Why should I dare you? If I wanted it, you’d already be on your knees in between my legs gagging on my cock. Trust me, I can make you gag reaaaal good’

‘You wish’ Y/N rolled her eyes. But the scent coming from her that filled Steve’s nostrils was unmistakable. He was willing to bet she was dripping wet.

‘Damn right I wish’ Bucky chuckled. ‘Anyways, what I want you to do now is make out with Nat. I want a heavy make out session: tongue, heavy groping, dry humping if possible. I want it all.’  

‘No problem’ Y/N said. ‘I’m sure she’s better than any of you anyway’

‘You bet I am’ Nat said. ‘Come here babe’

Y/N laughed, getting up from the ground and going to Natasha. She took her face in both her hands and roughly smashed her lips into Nat’s. A few seconds later Y/N slid her tongue into the other woman’s mouth. In the same time, her hands were roaming down Nat’s body. With every second it was getting hotter and hotter. The two women’s bodies were brushing against one another. Steve could see Y/N’s hands going on Nat’s waist and then slowly sliding down, squeezing her ass. At the same time the Black widow reached underneath Y/N’s top, her own hand moving up to her boobs. From what the Captain could see Nat’s fingers were gently playing with Y/N’s nipples, which lead to a loud moan escaping from her lips. Oh, that was the single most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

Eventually the ladies parted. Both of them breathing heavily.

‘Well, was that good enough for you, Sergeant?’ Y/N asked.

‘Y – yeah’ Bucky stuttered, his voice raspy. He cleared his throat and then his usual smirk appeared once again. He rubbed his visibly hard cock through his pants on purpose of course, bringing everyone’s attention there. ‘It was perfect.’

The air in the room was heavy. Steve could smell the arousal on all of them. Especially on Y/N. But he couldn’t blame her. Nor Bucky. He himself was rock hard. Back in his day things like that were taboo. It wasn’t perceived very well. He hadn’t thought he could actually enjoy it that much. But he did. And the pressure in his pants was the absolute proof of that. He felt as if his cock was about to burst.

Y/N took her place between him and Bucky and turned her flushed face to him. Jesus. He hoped he wasn’t obvious. He hoped his erection wasn’t visible.

‘So, Captain Rogers, truth or dare?’ she asked. There was something so hot in the way she used his title. It made his cock twitch in his pants. Fuck. That definitely wasn’t helpful.

‘Truth’ he answered huskily.

‘Wuss!’ Bucky whispered. Steve looked at him sternly and then his eyes found Y/N’s once again.

‘So… Captain…’ she started, her eyes sparkling dangerously. ‘Have you ever jerked off to someone in this very room and if so when did you lastly do it?’

Fuck. Heat rose to Steve’s cheeks.

‘Ohhh… that question was on point!’ Bucky said. ‘So, Stevie, tell us the truth. Does Captain Goody – two – shoes do such inappropriate sinful things?’

‘I… well… yes, I’ve masturbated to somebody in this room. Two hours ago while taking a shower’ the red color on his cheeks deepened. He downed his drink, suddenly feeling anxious with the three pairs of eyes set on him.

‘Oh… I think that’s cute’ Y/N said. ‘You don’t have to worry about that being embarrassing. It’s totally normal. I also masturbated before I came here for the game.’

‘Were you thinking of me?’ Bucky asked.

‘No’ Y/N laughed as Bucky’s face formed a ridiculous pout.

‘Excuse me’ Steve said, interrupting them as he rose to his feet. ‘I need another drink’

He wasn’t so sure he was going to make it through tonight after all. That little minx was pure torture for him and he wasn’t sure he would be able to control himself much longer around her.

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The girl with the golden eyes: Chapter Four

Summary: Y/N’s come to some realizations

 Warnings: jealous Steve, smut, dry humping, Bucky, Sam 

A/N: I’d appreciate some comments and tips! :) 

Steve couldn’t wait to spend some time at the gym. Boy, did he need that. Lately he needed it more than ever. He was extremely angry recently. And extremely horny. Not that he would ever admit it. Not even to himself. It certainly didn’t help that his best friend was a huge pain in the butt too. But some gym time would surely do him good. He could at least blow off some steam.

‘Hey, Cap, going to hit the gym?’ Sam’s voice interrupted his thoughts. Steve turned his head around to his left, where his friend was standing now.

‘Yeah, I am. And what are you up to?’

‘Same.’ Sam said shortly. Steve nodded and they fell into somewhat comfortable silence, walking side by side in the direction of the gym.

‘Hey guys! Wait up!’ Bucky’s voice echoed in the empty hallway. Steve rolled his eyes. As much as he adored his best friend, he needed just a little break from him. ‘I’m going to the gym as well’ he said once he caught up with them.

‘Sooo, game night tonight, huh?’ Sam started, obviously attempting to ease the tension that had suddenly filled in the air around them. ‘I wonder what the game will be this time’

‘Probably some Truth or Dare or something like that. I heard Nat talking.’ Bucky answered.

‘Truth or Dare?’ Steve asked.

‘Yeah, you pick one and they either ask you a question, usually an embarrassing one, that you need to answer truthfully or they give you some sort of task to do, again an embarrassing one or maybe a naughty one and you have to do it, you can’t refuse once you’ve agreed to play.’ Sam explained, knowing his friend being over a hundred years old probably had never played that game before. Well, of course it was Nat’s idea. She usually picked those type of games.

‘Oh, I wouldn’t mind a few naughty tasks’ said Bucky. Of course he wouldn’t. Especially if they involved Y/N.

‘We know’ Sam answered, opening the gym door. The three men entered.

‘Oh God’ Sam whispered. ‘Isn’t that a sight for sore eyes…’

Steve wasn’t sure what he was talking about, so he looked up and let his eyes travel around. It didn’t take long before he found the source of Sam’s admiration. Y/N. Of course. She had laid a purple yoga mat on the floor in the corner. She had changed the baggy shirt she was wearing earlier to black sports bra and tight yoga pants of the same color that hugged her hips and defined her ass perfectly. She was currently warming up, Steve assumed or maybe doing some yoga, based on the position she was in. And she was a sight for sore eyes indeed. She was on her hands and feet, stretching with her ass high up in their direction. As if she was trying to torture whoever walked in that gym, begging for attention. She must’ve been doing it on purpose. It was like it was her mission to make him fantasize and think of her. As if it was her mission to make him hard all the time whenever she was in the same room as him. And as if sexual frustration wasn’t enough, she had the same effect over other men as well, which was driving Steve crazy even more. For no apparent reason. Uh.

Now, seeing her in that position, what man in his right mind, wouldn’t just want to go behind her, slide down her pants, revealing that perfect ass and lose himself in the warmth of her depths, stretching her out. Now, wouldn’t that just be nice.

‘Mmm… it’s a sight, alright’ Steve heard Bucky whisper next to him. There it was again – the anger. But Steve was tired of feeling that so he decided to keep it under control this time and instead of thinking too much about it and her for that matter, to actually focus on his workout. So he ignored Bucky’s comment and went over the closest punching bag, not far from where Y/N was, starting his training, his punches slow at first.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Bucky moving in her direction, so that made him circle his punching bag a little, positioning himself, so he could subtly watch what was going to happen. For no apparent reason again.

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You were doing your yoga routine in the gym. Lord knows you needed it. You needed to get full control of your body and mind again. It was definitely an eventful morning, especially after your encounter with Steve. You discovered something about yourself you didn’t know existed: your attraction to Steve. You usually tried to be as far away from him as possible, because you knew he wasn’t very fond of you. And he was right not to be, he didn’t trust you. He had to protect his team, therefore trusting people came hard for him. And after everything you’ve been through, you fully understооd him. If you were him, you’d be the same way. That’s why you decided to give him space until he warms up to you and sees you were no threat whatsoever. You kept your distance, but this morning you were put face to face with him. Both literally and figuratively.

It was just then you noticed how handsome he was. He had the perfect and yet manly features. Everything in him screamed perfection – from his dirty blonde hair to the thin line of his lips. Absolute perfection. He was usually so composed all the time – his expression stern, hiding all the thoughts running in his head behind a pair of stormy eyes, his hair tidily put back, his beard, which was a new occurrence, always perfectly trimmed. But you could tell that this morning his guard was down. Probably because he was still sleepy, his hair was a mess and yet it was still perfect in every way and for the first time since you had joined the team, you could see that the storm in his eyes was quiet. No, there was something else instead, something deep, intense and powerful, something that made those perfect eyes even more blue than they were. You had no idea what it was, but you knew you wouldn’t mind a taste of it. As unwilling you were to admit it, this morning for the very first time you noticed Steve Rogers and that awakened a new craving for you that would haunt you for a very long time if not for the rest of your life, you were sure of it.

Deep in thoughts, you continued to stretch, hoping that the yoga exercises would help you get a grip of yourself and would chase away the memory of this morning. So far, it wasn’t working. But you kept stretching anyway. Child pose. Bridge. Four limbed staff. Downward dog.

Then suddenly, out of nowhere, you felt someone behind you. You were in the downward dog position, your ass as high up as you could possibly put it and there was someone behind you! You could feel them putting their hands on your thighs and sliding them up and down slowly. You looked down, still holding the position and you saw a pair of tracksuit covered legs.

‘Hey, doll… I love that position’ Bucky said from behind. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

‘Jesus, Buck’ you breathed. ‘Is there any reason why you’re standing there of all places? Is there any way I could help you?’

‘Why, yes, there is. Wiggle for me, doll. Wiggle that beautiful ass of yours’ he said, his hands still on your thighs, but he moved his whole body closer. So close his crotch was against your ass. So close you could feel him pressed against you. In normal circumstances this would be considered inappropriate of him. But that’s just how your friendship worked. You teased each other like that. Of course, he was much more open about it. And truth be told, it felt nice. It’s been awhile since you felt anything, but your fingers down there. So feeling him right then, was nice.

‘Oh yeah? Aren’t you excited to see me?’ you laughed, referring to his semi – hard cock, pressed against your ass, wiggling just a slight bit to tease him. He groaned. Yep. The nature of your friendship was definitely out of the box.

‘You’re such a good friend’ he praised. His hands moved up slowly, from your thighs to your ass, caressing it teasingly and then further up to your waist. He held on it firmly. ‘Now… let me help you with your workout. You can improve it a little bit’

You laughed again.

‘Since when do you know yoga?’ you asked.

‘Yoga is all about stretching. I know everything about stretching. I am pretty good at it too. Now, open your legs further.’

‘I’m still not sure about your yoga skills’ you teased not moving one bit.

You heard him growl a little. He moved his right leg in between yours, his knee pushing your legs further apart. Then you felt his grip around your waist tighten and he forcefully slammed your body against his, which earned him a surprised gasp from you. It was weird how his actions in combination with your burning limbs (from being in the same position for way too long) made you feel even more aroused. Jesus.

‘Still not sure?’ he asked, smirking.

‘No, no doubts anymore’ you laughed. ‘Just pure curiosity. What else can you stretch so good, Buck?’

Bucky was about to answer, when a loud ‘bang’ interrupted both his answer and your little game. He moved back, which allowed you to stand up again. Both of you looked around, looking for the source of the awful noise. What you saw in front of you made your eyes widen. Steve breathing heavily, all sweaty and a face burning red, looking at the punching bag in front of him on the floor, torn from its ceiling holder. What the fuck? Did he do that himself?

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The girl with the golden eyes Part Three

Steve was sitting on one of the barstools on the kitchen counter with a plate full of eggs in front of him. The eggs Y/N had prepared.

‘These eggs are delicious’ Bucky said, sitting in the chair next to his.

‘I’m glad you like them’ she smiled at his friend.

‘You know, doll… I can get used to this. You making me breakfast in nothing but my t – shirt’ Bucky smirked. Wait… his t – shirt? Had she spent the night with Bucky? Steve felt the familiar feeling of anger building up in his chest once again.

Y/N raised an eyebrow.

‘Nothing but your t-shirt?’ she asked.

‘Yeah’

‘What makes you think I’m wearing nothing underneath?’

‘Oh, you know… just a guess, based on facts’ Bucky’s smirk grew. Steve shifted on his chair and couldn’t help but wonder what facts?

‘What facts?’ Y/N asked as if she had read Steve’s mind.

‘Well…’ he started. ‘Firstly, you’re not trying very hard to hide those nipples of yours. It takes one look at them and I already know what the weather’s gonna be like. So, logic suggests that if there’s no bra, there’s no panties as well. And secondly and most importantly, I know for a fact that you like sleeping without panties.’

What? Y/N sleeps with no panties on? Uh… who does that? Probably any guy would be thrilled to know that in every moment of the night they could just reach down and lose their fingers in her wet warm depths. But not Steve of course. He didn’t care about what she was hiding underneath. Pff… not at all. He wasn’t imagining reaching down in between her legs. He wasn’t imaging sliding his fingers through her wet folds, just as he wasn’t imaging her pink throbbing enlarged clit, nor he was imaging drawing slow teasing circles around it until she was begging. He wasn’t. Really. He. Was. Not.

Bucky suddenly looked at Steve weirdly. Damn. If Steve could smell Y/N and Bucky’s arousal, probably Bucky could smell Steve’s as well. Perfect. Just perfect.

‘Oh, is that so?’ Y/N asked, seemingly unfazed by that statement. ‘It seems you’ve spent an awful amount of time thinking about my underwear, Sergeant.’

‘Yes’ Bucky said shamelessly. ‘As a matter of fact I have. So tell me, doll, if I were to reach in between those thick thighs of yours, what would I find there?’

There it was. That fucking rage again. What’s up with that? Why would a simple question make Steve want to punch Bucky, his best friend, in his stupid smirking face?

‘It seems you’ll have to keep guessing, Buck’ Y/N laughed.

‘Morning’ Clint’s voice echoed in the kitchen.

‘Hey’ Y/N said cheerfully. ‘Eggs in the frying pan. Help yourself. Now, gentlemen, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to hit the gym.’

‘Hey, you’ll join us for game night tonight, right’ Clint asked as Y/N was exiting the room.

‘Wouldn’t miss it for the world’ she said loudly from the hallway.

‘Damn, those nipples, don’t you just want to run your tongue over them. Jesus.’ Clint said a couple of minutes after she left, which only seemed to anger Steve more.

Bucky chuckled.

‘I know, right’

Steve snorted loudly. Bucky and Clint looked at him.

‘What?’ his best friend asked.

‘Is Y/N’s nipples the only thing we can talk about now?’

‘Of course not’ Bucky answered confidently. ‘There’s her little tight ass as well, also her beautifully formed legs, her thick thighs… and once I get her underneath me, I’ll definitely be talking about what’s between those thick thighs’

Steve took one deep breath. He had to appear calm and unfazed.

‘Uh… you’re disgusting…’

‘Oh please… it’s not like I’m the only one thinking about it around here. Tell me you wouldn’t want to pound her hard till she can’t walk’

It seems Bucky really wanted to get punched in the face. He was begging for it.

‘I wouldn’t want to’ Steve said through gritted teeth. ‘I’m perfectly capable of controlling myself. I think with my upper head.’

Bucky raised an eyebrow.

‘Big nose doesn’t fit you pretty face, Stevie. Your lower head seemed to disagree earlier.’

Steve snorted in annoyance one more time and got up from the barstool.

‘I don’t want to continue this moronic conversation. I’m going to hit the gym as well.’