Mainly Marvel, but as a Directioner there's a lot of Harry on this blog (especially in the Fine Line era). I cried when I met Captain America at Universal Studios (Masterlist: http://mss4msu.tumblr.com/post/176645724926/masterlist) (Requests are OPEN)
Warnings: Making out. Funny sexy times. Awkward conversations. Marcus not realizing heās packing. Two blowjobs/handjobs. Cum swallowing. Dirty/Sweet Talk. Lots of emotions. Some more awkward commentary. Age Gap Kink. Size Difference Kink.
A/N: This was 100% inspired (loosely) by @mss4msuā and her experience with the new beau. It was meant to be a quick drabble but I couldnāt stop writing and I just kept going because I was cackling the entire time. This is not betaād at all!!!! Enjoy whatever the fuck this story is and just know that I almost ventured into daddy kink but I held myself back, so be proud of me you guys.
Truly captured the most important ābased on a true storyā parts
May or may not have been reading this in bed next to HewHaw and he read about the nipple actionā¦questioned what I was readingā¦then fell asleep so I didnāt have to explain in detail š¤Ŗ
hi iām that anon who said the thing about POC and what I saw as being catered to white woman was the rosey cheeks and red lips thing but I realized that was a line in the song :)
i was so excited to read your wildest dreams fic until i saw it was catered towards white woman and not poc :/
Hi! I wrote the fic with the intentions of it being inclusive of all fem readers and adjusted language to not describe skin color at all; Iām sorry I fell short of this for you. Could you let me know what about the fic made it catered to white women?
Summary: Moving from friends to more than friends is a sometimes risky choice; will it work out with Steven Rogers or is the idea of romance with him best left in your āWildest Dreamsā.Ā
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader
Words: 2378
Warnings: Smut
A/N: Have had a long ~dry spell~ due to writerās block. Spent an hour reading this silly Taylor Swift: Girl Detective story that I got at a local store and then got all up in my feels listening to 1989. I donāt write a lot of smutā¦.but gave this a go bc I recently āmade loveā for the first time and WOW IS THAT DIFFERENT THAN SEX. I tried to capture it here, but *gestures wildly*. Lyrics are italicized, but ignore them if that makes things weird.Ā
Summary: Moving from friends to more than friends is a sometimes risky choice; will it work out with Steven Rogers or is the idea of romance with him best left in your āWildest Dreamsā.Ā
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader
Words: 2378
Warnings: Smut
A/N: Have had a long ~dry spell~ due to writerās block. Spent an hour reading this silly Taylor Swift: Girl Detective story that I got at a local store and then got all up in my feels listening to 1989. Lyrics are italicized, but ignore them if that makes things weird.Ā
āHe said, āLetās get out of this town, drive out of the city, away from the crowds.āāĀ
āAnd how do you feel about that?ā Nat asked, blowing and subsequently popping a large bubble gum bubble as you packed.Ā
āI said yes, but Iām anxious about it. I thought we were casual, but this feels like heās trying to elevate this...whatever it is...to the next level. Heaven canāt help me now, Iām either in or Iām not.āĀ
āI mean, nothing lasts forever, might as well live while one of you is young,ā Natasha winked at you.Ā
āBut this is gonna take me down a road that I donāt know that weāre ready forā¦.āĀ
Nat cleared her throat, āHeās so tall and handsome as hell,ā she mocked your voice, āItās not like heās this oh so bad boy or something to be worried about.ā
āYeah, yeah, yeah...but everything he does he does it so well. Iām worried I can see the end as it beginsā¦.ā
āReady to go?ā Steve Rogers asked, lightly knocking on the door as he peered in at you.
You felt the burn of embarrassment heating your cheeks and quickly zipped up your suitcase.
āYep!ā you called, gauging his face to see if heād overheard.
āHave fun you two,ā Nat blew and popped another bubble as she skipped out of your room with a wink back at you.Ā
You anxiously readjusted your dress as you stood up from your suitcase, āI think Iām ready.āĀ
He held the door open for you and took your suitcase as you walked through. He took you by the hand and you felt a shiver run through your spine. Looking up at him you saw the goofiest grin; youād never seen him look so happy. Your stomach twinged into a knot and you werenāt sure if it was the stress of hoping to never ruin his happiness or the excitement that you were and could maybe always be that happiness.
He loaded your bag into the car and opened your door for you.Ā
āAlways the gentleman,ā you slightly curtseyed to him.Ā
āOf course, mademoiselle,ā he bowed back before going to the driverās side and getting in the car.Ā
āI didnāt know you spoke French.ā
āOf course, live long enough and you learn a little bit of everything.ā
āSo what else have you learned? How to pickle veggies and herd sheep?ā
āPickling no, but I learned a bit about herding from a friend who spent some time in Wakanda,ā he winked at you.
The drive continued on this way, with you each poking fun at and learning little quirky things about each other. The car began to slow and you looked out the window to see you were arriving at your destination.
āA vineyard?ā you watched as rows of vines moved past you, āItās really beautiful, Steve.āĀ
āI thought itād be nice,ā you could hear a slight sheepishness in his voice now.
āIt is!ā you reached out and patted his hand to reassure him, but found that your heart began racing at the contact.Ā
Steve parked the car and you followed him inside. He checked you both in and the attendant presented you with wine glasses, a map, and a room key.Ā
āYou can fill your glasses here,ā the attendant circled an area on the map, āand then feel free to tour the vineyard as you like. It closes at dark, so please make sure not to be out past then.āĀ
You both nodded and took your glasses. Steve took the map and slid the key into his pocket. You nervously got your glasses filled where the map had directed and went out into the vineyards to wander. The casual conversation began to flow more easily between you as you felt the wine loosening you up. You wandered between the vines and found yourselves at an area with a little metal bench perched on a hill, overlooking the vineyard. Steve gestured for you to sit, and you obliged. The sun was beginning to set and the sky had a beautiful glow.Ā
You took a deep breath, āSteve, Iām worried that this,ā you gestured broadly, āis going to change this,ā you pointed back and forth between the two of you.
āAnd is that a bad thing?ā he asked, taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze.Ā
You gazed up into his piercing blue eyes, āI...I just...look...my one condition to this is...say youāll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset.ā
āBabe, thatāll be pretty easy to do after this,ā he raised his glass to yours.
You rolled your eyes at him as you clinked your glass against his. You took a long gulp as he took a light sip.Ā
āYouāre beautiful,ā he looked you up and down, āWith your red lips and rosy cheeks,ā he gently traced your lips with his thumb.Ā Ā
You sighed deeply, āSteve, Iām serious. Iām worried that...if this doesnāt work out...for whatever reason, just say youāll see me again...even if itās just in your wildest dreams?ā
āYouāre dramatic, you know that?āĀ
āI am not! I just wanted to make sure that all of this was said first.āĀ
āLook, if it makes you feel better, no one has to know what we do. We can just keep this between us for now?ā
āEasier said than done,ā you murmured, thinking about how youād already told Nat which meant she had told Clint and Wanda and probably Banner...which meant that at least 30 other people knew and the odds of at least one of them being someone random like the barista at the coffee shop around the corner were pretty high knowing how big of gossips they all were.
āHmm?ā he hummed in your ear.
āNothing, just kiss me?ā you pleaded to him.
He growled in agreement and moved his hand around the back of your neck, leading your lips to his.Ā
āWhat was that key for?ā you asked in a way that you thought was sultry.Ā
āOh, I figured we could do the tastings tomorrow and so I got us a room. It has two beds in caseā¦.ā
āTake me to the room?ā It came out a question, but by the darkening of his eyes you knew he had gathered that it was more of a command.Ā
He took your hand and helped you up. Interlocking his fingers between yours, he led you back to where you had gotten the key. He squeezed your hand as you wandered the halls and found your room. He opened the door and held it for you to duck under his arm and turn on the lights.Ā
āCute,ā you remarked at the room with its two beds and a small bucket with a chilled bottle of wine on the table between them.Ā
āNah, youāre the cute one,ā he replied, pulling you tightly against him.Ā
You giggled and pushed away, grabbing him by the shirt and walking backwards until you were by a bed. You then gently pushed him down onto it. You grabbed the condoms youād packed in your bag and threw them on the bed next to him.Ā
āPresumptuous of you,ā he said, picking them up.Ā
āWas it?āĀ
He motioned for you to come back to him with just one finger. It sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine.Ā
You walked back to him and slowly undressed him, removing every single piece of clothing from his body before climbing onto his thighs. He tenderly pulled your dress over your head, and you could see the hunger growing in his eyes, darkening them. That look fueled you and you smashed your lips into his. His hands started on your cheeks, then tangled in your hair as they moved their way down your shoulders, stopping briefly to backtrack and stroke your chin before he let them explore down your back.Ā
āYou were just wearing a dress?ā he pulled back to eye you up, licking his lips in anticipation.Ā
Your face began to fill with that familiar tinge of embarrassed heat as you looked down at your naked form straddling his. You smiled innocently, despite knowing exactly what you had been doing when you had made the choice to go without any undergarments while getting dressed that morning.Ā
āGod, youāre so sexy,ā his hands traced their way along your spine and back up to your neck.Ā
He let out a deep growl as he guided your head down to his and kissed you. He took his time at first, each kiss like its own moment that would be forever frozen in time. You started moving your hips slightly on him, riling him up. He let out that low growl again and began kissing you harder, more passionately, as though every fraction of a second that your lips were parted brought a pain that could only be healed by bringing them back together.Ā Ā
He broke away from you to rip open the condom and slip it on. His hands moved to your hips and he lifted you slightly, sliding his dick into you. You both let out a moan; you stopped grinding on him for a moment, allowing yourself to just feel him filling you completely. You put your hands on his pecs, then slowly started bucking your hips against him. His hands gravitated to your ass and squeezed it in unison with your grinding.Ā
āMy turn,ā he whispered into your ear, lifting you up off of him.Ā
You breathlessly nodded as he propped himself up on his knees, giving you space to lay down. He ran his hands up your legs, spreading your thighs slowly and kissing his way up them. He alternated legs and you felt a quiver run through you as he got closer and closer to your core. You felt the warmth of his breath on you as he paused and looked you in the eyes with a smirk before diving into your heat. He teased your bud with his tongue and you let out a moan as he slipped a finger inside of you. You heard him quietly moan as both his tongue and his finger moved more vigorously, but in a rhythm that had you bucking your hips into him. You began to feel the tingle of an orgasm building in your toes, then moving through your legs, until it finally overwhelmed you to your core, sending you along a crashing wave of pleasure.Ā
You grabbed his hair and lightly jerked it. He lifted his face and looked at you with a grin. He slowly removed his finger from your soaking pussy and stuck it in his mouth, sucking your wetness off of himself. You inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to reach the calm after the storm.Ā
He smirked as he spread your legs wider and then eased himself back into you. After giving you time to readjust around him he pushed himself completely inside of you, then with an almost painful slowness pulled himself back out. You bit your lip in anticipation and moaned as he filled you up again. He continued at this pace for a while, teasing you. When you almost couldnāt bear it any longer he pulled your legs around him and put one arm underneath of you and used the other to prop himself up. You reached up to his face and pulled his lips to yours.Ā
He kissed you deeply and thrust into you even deeper. The pace started slow, but he gradually sped up and began a rhythm that hit all of the right spots at all of the right moments. You felt every inch of his dick as it went in and out of you.Ā
He moved his arm from around you and leaned down for a kiss before he really began to thrust into you harder and faster. You felt his dick begin to throb.Ā
āCum for me, Steve,ā you pleaded
He growled as you locked eyes and he pushed his cock as deep into your pussy as he could over and over again until he let out a growling moan. From the intense throbbing you felt inside of you you knew he had just cum. You sighed as he pulled out of you and visibly shuddered from the pleasure.Ā
He smiled and bent down to kiss you gently on the forehead before getting up. You lay there, eyes closed, replaying what had just happened, not wanting to forget a moment.Ā
His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room.Ā
You tried to slow your breathing and calm down as you heard the sound of a cork popping.
āHere, love.ā
Hearing those words in his deep voice sent another tingle through you. You opened your eyes to him offering you a glass of the chilled wine.Ā
āCheers to a fantastic getaway,ā he offered his glass up to yours.Ā
You sat up and arranged pillows for the two of you to lean back against.Ā
āThis is a lovely trip,ā you smiled as the romantically familiar sound of glasses clinking filled the room and then leaned in and kissed him.Ā
You sat together and talked and laughed and drank. He called room service for dinner, but you were so absorbed in each other that neither of you touched the food when it arrived. As the hours flew by, you couldnāt stifle the large yawn that escaped your lips.Ā
āTired?ā he asked.Ā
āNo!ā you replied too enthusiastically, āDo you want to watch something?ā you knew you were exhausted, but also that you didnāt want to sleep just yet.
āSure,ā he smiled knowingly, āHm, thereās a new Bond movie on: Nothing lasts forever.ā
You laid against him, your bodies entwined. You felt yourself nod off every once in awhile as the movie played, only to be awoken by Steve asking you a question to which youād āmhmā a response.
āAlright, Iām turning the movie off,ā he said after he himself had dozed for longer than he had expected.
āBut this is getting good now,ā you gestured at the TV, which was showing a commercial for some product youād never buy.
He laughed, āIāll see you in my wildest dreams.ā
He kissed you on the forehead and clicked off the lights.Ā
1. Whatās your sexual orientation?
-uhhhh not gonna lie, Iāve been struggling with that for a bit. As far as I know, Iām straight. Iāll just leave it at that.
3. Ever done any drugs?
-No, Iām too scared. Donāt think Iāll ever do them either.
5. How many people have you kissed?
-I think 3. All of them sucked.
13. Do you have/would you get your nipples pierced?
-Ouch!!!!! Probably not.....oww dude
18. What tattoos do you want?
- i would like to get a ābe still, fear not, he healsā on my inner right arm. itās a combination of my favorite verses that helped me through anxiety in the past few years. i also want a camel caravan with the pyramids in the background on my ankle
44. Do you read erotica?
-haha yes. and i write it too.
47. If you could marry any celebrity, who would you pick?
-oh jesus. probably none because i donāt know any of them and none of them are coptic christian or oriental orthodox and i can only marry someone if he is coptic christian or at least orietnal orthodox. @mss4msu hates that for me lol
Episode 1 of The Falcon and The Winter Soldier made me cry. And here is why. Because I saw this coming. I knew we would finally get to see Bucky dealing with his PTSD and I knew it would be painful to watch him trying to figure out life, with and/or without friends. I tried to prepare for that but obviously I didnāt prepare enough. But what really broke me, what really did it for me, was seeing the racism slowly unfold. I gave myself a pep-talk and I knew what Sam would face but it doesnāt hurt any less. It was both low-key and blatant at times, and this is an important conversation to have, especially because of the times that we live in right now, and it just hurts. So much. But like a friend said, I donāt trust Disney to have this conversation properly. Iāll be hopeful though.
Sam Wilson is The Falcon AND Captain America. Period.
You say you don't tolerate racism with Sam and yet all you write and reblog about is Bucky?! Not even being low-key with the hypocrisy. Make some room on your blog for him and you'll be a bit more believable.
I'm trying to follow the reasoning from point A to point B but I think I might be a bit slow this morning.
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I'm not going to bother and try to defend myself because I genuinely believe you're one of the underage blogs I was referring to earlier that hasn't properly learned how to be a respectful fan yet so hey, happy friday and I hope you enjoy the show baby š
I got my bitch ass logged in on my computer rather than mobile to go to battle for you, Mag.Ā
Hello Anon. Iām not sure what path youāre on, but you invented some imaginary roads to get fromĀ ābecause you are a Bucky fan blog you are racist against Samā. That makes no sense. Thatās like calling someone misogynistic because their Steve blog asks for no women hate, but they ~donāt post Black Widow enough~. This is picking a fight where a fight doesnāt belong. Let people like who they like and also donāt be a twat, it really isnāt that hard.Ā
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