Summary: You love him but know he’s hiding something about who he is, breaking up would be for the best but August can’t just let you go that easy (from this ask!)
Warnings: 18+ only, angst/hurt, relationship troubles, not exactly a relationship ideal to strive for but for the sake of fiction lol, alcohol mention, smut: oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, nothing too wild
Word Count: 4.3k
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The general consensus was that it was a shitty move to break up with someone over text and you shared the sentiment; you much preferred to have an adult conversation face to face as difficult as it is on either end but there were a few instances where a text would just have to do.
Imagine this with that foursome: one of them is eating you out while other is kissing you and another one licking and suckinf your nipples. Their hands everywhere ....
Holy fuck. What a goddamn thot you have put in my brain, nonnie. My gratitude is endless and my panties are destroyed. And, of course, because it’s me, I figure there’s no better way to ring in the new year (it’s finally just past midnight here) than a foursome with my top 3 CE babes 🥴 Enjoy!!!
Here’s the header image that started it all:
Warning: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Smut. Foursome. Oral sex (f receiving). Implied anal. AU. 18+
Andy swallowed your strangled keen, breaking the kiss to watch the rapture play across your face as you writhed with another orgasm.
Your back bowed as Steve pressed his face deeper against your cunt, his tongue fucking into your slick hole eagerly as his beard burned against your sensitive flesh.
Your hands reached for his long, wild hair, needing something to hold onto, but found Ransom instead. Your fingers gripped his soft, glossy locks as he glanced up at you from his place sucking and nipping at your breasts.
“It’s okay, honey, you’re doing so well,” Andy murmured against your sweaty temple, pressing a kiss there as you whimpered and sagged back against the mattress, completely spent.
“Jesus, Rogers, stop hogging her,” Ransom huffed, sitting back on his heels and glaring at Steve, even as he gently smoothed a hand up your quivering stomach, over your heaving breast, his hand resting at the base of your throat.
Steve finally gave you a reprieve, his face emerging from between your trembling thighs, shining with your juices as he licked his lips and gave Ransom a cocky grin. “Maybe if you learned how to use your mouth for something other than whining, she’d beg you to eat her cunt instead of me.”
“Eat shit,” Ransom snapped.
“No thanks,” Steve smirked. “I just ate, and it was delicious.” He rose from between your legs, barely rounding the side of the bed before Ransom was taking his place.
“No,” you whined, trying to press your legs closed. “I can’t.”
You were so overstimulated your head was spinning, and you felt like you couldn’t catch your breath.
“Come on, kitten,” Ransom crooned, gently pressing your legs apart. “I’ll make you feel so good.” He slowly kissed a trail up your leg, lips lingering along the smooth skin of your inner thigh. “Way better than America’s grandpa over there.”
Snorting, Steve stretched out beside you, pressing a bristly kiss to your cheek before resting his head on his hand, smiling fondly as you curled against Andy’s chest. He knew it was because Andy was the softest for you, and you felt safest with him.
“Help me, please,” you whispered to Andy, pouting at him tiredly as your fingers brushed along the edge of his beard.
Smiling softly, Andy caught your fingers, bringing them to his lips and kissing the tip of each one. “You know you love it when Ransom eats your pretty little pussy, sweetheart.”
“I just need a break, please.”
Andy ducked low, dragging a slow kiss against your pouty lips. “And what will you do for me if I give you what you want?”
“Dunno why you always go to him for help, sweetheart,” Steve laughed. “He looks nice but plays dirty. Ain’t that right, Barber?”
He and Andy exchanged a smirk over your head.
“Please!” You begged more urgently, your voice rising an octave, body spasming, as Ransom licked a slow, firm stripe up your slit with a pleased hum.
Your fingers tangled in Andy’s hair as you tugged him close, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
“You gonna give me that ass, sweetheart?” He murmured against your ear, grinning at Steve as you squeaked his name and covered your warm face with your free hand.
“I like the sound of that,” Steve joined in, sliding a rough palm over your breast, thumb and forefinger plucking at your hard, oversensitive nipple. “He can fill your ass while I fill your cunt.”
Ransom pulled away from your heat with a wet pop, his pouty lips covered in your slick. “And what about me?”
“Oh are you still here?” Steve drawled. “Hard to tell since she’s so quiet and unaffected.”
Ransom’s snarl was enough to pull your attention from Andy and all the obscene filth he was murmuring in your ear.
“Stop it.” Your voice was firmer than it had been in hours as you glared between Steve and Ransom. “You know I don’t like it when you’re mean to each other.”
Steve winked at you, but lifted your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your knuckles in a silent apology.
Ransom stood at the foot of the bed, between your splayed thighs, glowering. His big body was tense, the front of his trousers tented, and you didn’t like seeing that furrow between his brows.
“Ransom.”
His narrowed gaze snapped to you and softened ever so slightly.
You held out a hand to him. “Come here.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, crawling up the bed until he was settling over you, his warmth chasing the chill from your naked body.
You murmured his name again, hand sliding against his smooth cheek to pull him closer.
“You can fuck me first,” you told him, kissing him sweetly, unable to stifle your smile as a shit eating grin curled his lips.
“Sorry boys,” he smirked between Andy and Steve, his haughty look lingering on the latter. “Guess you’ll just need to sit back and wait awhile.”
“Don’t you mean a couple of minutes?” Steve sassed.
Andy snorted, sighing as he mirrored Steve’s position on the other side of you and dropped his head onto his hand.
“Someone’s a sore loser,” Ransom said before you were luring him down into a slow, hungry kiss.
When he pulled away, gasping for breath, his pretty blue eyes blown dark with lust, you stared up at him with big, pleading eyes.
“Can we just kiss for a bit first? I’m so sensitive and I wanna be able to enjoy you filling me up.”
“Anything for you,” Ransom hummed, dropping a kiss to your lips before trailing down to taste along your breasts.
You shivered, fingers playing with his hair in appreciation. Your mischievous gaze lifted first to Andy, then to Steve, triumph shining in your eyes for both to see.
Steve laughed. “Looks like she didn’t need your help after all, huh, Barber?”
“Guess not,” Andy grinned, reaching out to pinch your cheek. He leaned in close, nipping at your ear. “You’re still gonna give me that ass though, sweetheart, ain’t that right?”
“I’m gonna give all of you anything you want,” you sighed happily.
“That’s our girl,” Steve hummed, voice warm and gravelly as he smoothed a hand over your head.
And as Ransom leaned back up to capture your mouth in a desperate kiss, you could only nod your agreement, Steve’s words already lost on your lust-addled brain as you felt all of them touching you at once, their big, warm hands everywhere, mapping your body like it was theirs. Which it was, thoroughly, happily theirs.
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THIS RIGHT HERE IS MY LITERAL DREAM, OKAY?! Happy fucking new year to me 🥴💦🤪
Summary: You love the holiday season and the warm encounters you get to have with children as Santa’s Little Helper, but your genuine love for them does not go unnoticed by Steve.
Words: 4.4K
Warnings: Non-consensual smut, heavy on Steve’s breeding kink. Forced fingering, forced orgasm, mild violence, choking, unprotected p in v. // This is a dark fic and while we’d all love to have Steve’s babies (right?), take my warnings seriously and read at your own risk. This one gets quite very dark.
A/N: A massive thank you to @little-diable for keeping me inspired and rooting for me, even when I’m struggling. I love you. Happy Holidays, Ho Ho Hoes! <3
With the brightest of smiles on your features, you open your arms wide to snatch a little girl into your warm embrace as she runs to you, excitement clear in her giggles.
Each and every nook and cranny of the hall has been covered by Christmas decorations, the glittery reds and golds of them never failing to entertain the children – the small kids living their best life, as they get to meet Santa and you, his loyal little helper.
You live for this – the holiday season. It is your second year in a row working in the Christmas Village of the shopping centre, and never, and you mean never had you thought that you’d love entertaining a kid after a kid while dressed in a silly little elf costume, as much as you did.
I finally had time to read this and IT DID NOT DISAPPOINT!!! Goodness, this fic has everything a Dark!Steve lover could dream of! Wonderful job as always!!
Reader is around 23, Bucky is 26 and Steve is 36ish. Please let me know if I missed any tags!
It was your twenty-third birthday, and Bucky felt crazed.
He’d spent most of the night pressed up behind you, glaring at anyone with enough balls to approach you and trying to ignore the way you pushed back on him, blinking prettily over your shoulder with long lashes. The scent of your perfume and whatever alcohol you’d been drinking on your breath was enough to make his hands shake, so he put them to better use and grabbed your hips.
As expected, you shot him that look. The warning look. The one that you always gave him when he dared to reach out and take what you were offering. It was like you wanted to see how far you could push him before he just took. Bucky would never, and he thought you knew that.
Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader
Summary: Andy wants to give you a nice holiday.
Word Count: Roughly 988
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (f receiving). It’s porn.
18+ Please!!!
This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own
This is after Christmas and really just an excuse for Andy, my lovelies. This is also my entry for our Happy Hoelidays Challenge. @stargazingfangirl18 @donutloverxo I used the dialogue:
“How much eggnog have you had?”
Enjoy and thank you to everyone who has participated!
Christmas didn’t have the same spirit this year since you couldn’t visit your family. It broke Andy’s heart to not see the normal twinkle in your eyes. After everything with Laurie and Jacob, he never thought he’d enjoy the holidays again. You change his mind. And now it was time to return the favor.
The Kind of Girl You Take Home to Mom (part 3 - FINALE) | Andy Barber x reader
(part 1) (part 2)
summary: andy knows how to take what he wants, and he wants you.
word count: 5.6k
warnings: SMUT, subtle dubcon elements, loss of virginity, infidelity (obviously), wedding ring kink (shocking!!! jk),
a/n: wow, after all this time I FINALLY finished this series. sorry it took so long. I still have an alternate ending that I want to write… but I wanted to go ahead and get this out first. thank you everyone for your patience! I kind of expect this to flop despite being the most requested thing ever, but idgaf.
Summary: An omega in heat is never fit to make a fair judgement, especially not when her delicious meat of an Alpha is concerned.
Words: 1.9k
Warning: Oral Sex, Language, very bad law representation, 18+ Only
A/N: This is for the lovely @saiyanprincessswanie 500 followers challenge (queen crossed 1k before the challenge is even over and god she is so badass and deserving! Love ya Missy). Prompt has been highlighted. I spent more time on making the divider than writing this 🙈
Masterlist
“Objection”
“Sustained”
The pregnant silence in the courtroom had you squeezing your eyes shut. You’d sustained this objection without even listening to it, even before he was finished speaking. The defense was staring at you open mouthed, the blatant favoritism obvious to everyone.
Your eyes found Andy’s who was almost as dumbfounded as you, though also a little amused. You knew presiding over his cases so close to your heat would be a bad idea, but you didn’t know it would be bad enough that you’ll be agreeing with everything he said. You were a judge, one of the most prominent ones known for being impartial, and yet here you were, bending over backwards because the prosecutor on the case pounded your shape into his mattress every night.
prompt: you’re my boss and i got you a christmas gift but i used the same wrapping paper for my best friend and mixed up the gifts.summary: you mix up the gift for your boss and your best friend but maybe that was a good idea.
warnings: toy use, dirty talk, semi public sex, slight exhibisionist kink, porn with some plot
word count: ~1.6k
author’s note: welcome to day ten of my twelve days of ficmas! reblogs are always welcome. leave anything in my inbox, it’s always open x
Summary: You love the holiday season and the warm encounters you get to have with children as Santa’s Little Helper, but your genuine love for them? It does not go unnoticed by Steve.
Words: 4.4K
Warnings: Non-consensual smut, heavy on Steve’s breeding kink. Forced fingering, forced orgasm, mild violence, choking, unprotected p in v. // This is a dark fic and while we’d all love to have Steve’s babies (right?), take my warnings seriously and read at your own risk. This one gets quite very dark.
A/N: A massive thank you to @little-diable for keeping me inspired and rooting for me, even when I’m struggling. I love you. Happy Holidays, Ho Ho Hoes! <3
With the brightest of smiles on your features, you open your arms wide to snatch a little girl into your warm embrace as she runs to you, excitement clear in her giggles.
Each and every nook and cranny of the hall has been covered by Christmas decorations, the glittery reds and golds of them never failing to entertain the children – the small kids living their best life, as they get to meet Santa and you, his loyal little helper.
You live for this – the holiday season. It is your second year in a row working in the Christmas Village of the shopping centre, and never, and you mean never had you thought that you’d love entertaining a kid after a kid while dressed in a silly little elf costume, as much as you did.
Pairings: Dark! Steve Rogers x Hydra!Reader/Criminal!Reader/Dark!Reader
Warnings: sexual assault, noncon, sexism, creepy flirting, threats of sexual assault, dry humping, belittling, humiliation, bruising and biting, blood, No actual smut. Captain being OOC and a complete jerk. Self-indulgent.
Summary: Steve knocks out everyone in the elevator, but for you…his plans are a little different.
A/n: This is just stupid one-shot I came up with because I love dirty things happening in an elevator and I wanted a break from studies. Please note that the scene goes differenly than in the movie. Enjoy!
“Before we get started, does anyone want to get out?” asked the Captain.
anonymous: ok so we’re all sluts for Steve Rogers obvi. But how differently would Andy Barber fuck from our captain? 👀 I dunno if it’s just me, but he definitely seems like the kinda guy to tie you up and leave you hanging right on the edge when he’s in a Mood. And probably prefers Sir over anything else.
warnings: smut. edging. little bit of bondage. my writing (wrote like that bullet point writing but w/o the bullet points bc i was lazy)
word count: about 4,500
pairing: andy barber x reader
a/n: like, there’s no way anyone can convince me that this man doesn’t love eating pussy.
I'd like to see what you do with 38, a person's weight as they lie on top of you, pretty please 🙂
THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME CHOOSE ARI!!!
Warnings: none, it’s all fluff
Partially inspired by I Will Wait by Mumford & Sons
Sensory Prompts
There’s a weightiness that Ari feels.
His feet trudge as the heaviness settles in the soles of his feet. It pulls his frame down, making his shoulders slump.
His knuckles feel similar to a rusty old hinge; he can imagine squeaking sounds as his hand opens then closes around the doorknob to your shared room.
He spots you on the bed, lounging underneath thin white covers as the fan blows gently. The window is open too for further air circulation, the crashing sound of the waves he was just swimming in sounding soothing now that he’s not using his arms to keep himself afloat and bring himself to shore.
You sit up to acknowledge him and he regrets his exhaustion compelling him to ignore you and go straight for the shower to wash off the brine that clings to his skin and hair.
When he finishes, hair quickly drying with the hot air that still hangs in the room despite your efforts, he falls heavily onto the bed.
It was unexpected, so it draws a little “oof” from you. As he settles, awkwardly and lazily parting your legs so he can slot his between them, one arm framing your side as his hand clutches onto your shoulder, his other hand blindly finding yours and weaving your fingers together, his head lands on your chest.
His shoulders stretch across your entire body, his stomach is nestled above your hips.
Your previous relationships had no such intimacy as this. You laid facing your former lovers on your side or slept separately. One sibling mentioned the relief he felt when laying atop his partner, though her frame was a lot smaller than his.
You’re not that much smaller than Ari. But, with the bulk of his body, you had imagined feeling his weight on you would be suffocating, unpleasantly heavy, and uncomfortable.
This is anything but.
You relish the feeling of his muscles relaxing as he rests on you and smile when his chest vibrates with satisfied hums as you run your fingers through his hair. You can feel prickles of his beard in the gaps between buttons on his shirt that you wear, though they don't tickle.
He’s been a hero all day. Brave, resilient, and durable.
Here, with you underneath him, as he rests from a life-saving swim, he can be tired. He can stop being an agent.
First Chanukah Together (Night 5) | Ari Levinson x reader
(mini-series masterlist)
summary: you up the stakes during a game of dreidl
word count: 1440
warnings: smut!!, daddy kink, switching clothes (including ari in panties lol)
“I haven’t played this since I was a kid,” he chuckled as he observed the dreidl you had handed him; it was always a small toy but it looked miniscule between his thick fingers.
"The game’s a little simple, isn’t it? Maybe we can make it more complicated, you know," you suggested. "More mature.”
“I’ve seen people lose serious cash on this, if that’s what you mean," he laughed.
“I was thinking something more… specific,” you admitted, feeling your face warm. He must have known the nature of your idea by just the tone of your voice, because he leaned back and smirked a bit.
“Alright, what did you have in mind?” he pressed.
“Um… well I’m not saying we should do it, and maybe it’s totally perverted, but… I was curious if it was possible to play strip dreidl.”
His smirk shifted into a wide grin, the glimmer in his eye enough to make you shiver. “I’m not sure if it’s possible, but we should definitely do it. And it is most certainly perverted.”
"But how would it work?" you wondered aloud.
“Well," he considered as he furrowed his brow in thought. "Nun still means do nothing. Shin means you have to take one thing off—"
"Should we have a pool in the middle, like if we were playing for gelt?" you offered.
"Yes!" he agreed. "So you take one thing off and add it to the clothing pool in the middle. I suppose hei means you take off half of what you’re wearing—”
“Which half?”
“The other play gets to pick,” he explained with a mischievous grin. You already knew which half he was going to pick for you when given the chance, just from that look. “Then, gimel must mean you put on everything in the pool.”
“You’re good at this,” you realized. “Of course you’d figure out how to make dreidl dirty.”
“Okay, first of all, it was your idea,” he reminded you, “and second of all, yes it’s a talent of mine. Next I’m gonna invent strip Candyland.”
You scoffed, but actually found yourself not entirely opposed to that concept. "Since you pioneered the rules, I'll let you spin first."
"Oh, so generous," he rolled his eyes, but settled into his spot cross-legged on the floor as he spun the top.
Shin. You were kind of hoping for hei but you'd live.
He started with his sweater, although he unfortunately had an undershirt on underneath— still, you got a peek of his abs and the dirty blonde hair that led down to his belt buckle before the white cotton fell back into place and he tossed the sweater into the space between you.
"Your turn," he prompted you as if you could forget it.
You rolled a gimel, and it was sort of anticlimactic with only one thing in the pool, but it was worth it to see his subtle frown of disappointment as you put on his sweater.
"You putting on more clothes was not exactly my goal for this game," he admitted.
"We can't always get what we want," you shrugged, relishing the comfort of being wrapped up in his sweater. It was still warm from his skin, and it smelled like him, too.
He took his turn, and spun another shin, losing the undershirt this time. You tried not to drool openly as his muscles shifted and flexed while he sat back. "This game is unfair," he decided with a little pout.
"The dreidl giveth and the dreidl taketh away," you soothed sarcastically.
"Well, let's just hope the dreidl decides to taketh away your clothes."
Going for your spin, you got the hei you were hoping for, just a few turns late.
“Take off half,” he reminded you.
“Which half?” you asked.
“Bottom,” he decided with a smirk.
“So I’m going to be wearing your sweater but have my whole pussy out?”
“That’s the goal, yes,” he decided.
You shivered but lifted your hips to unbutton and slide down your jeans, revealing lace panties underneath.
"Cute," he commented.
Slipping them off as well, you held your thighs together to try to save a little dignity. It's not like he hadn't seen you naked a hundred times before, but it was different like this, for some reason.
Adding your jeans and panties to the pool between you, he took his spin: gimel.
"I have to put all this on?" he realized as you watched the gears in his head turn, trying to figure out how that was possible.
“Spare my jeans, please, if you stretch them out I’ll kill you,” you frowned.
“So just your panties, then?”
You smiled a little. "Yeah, that'll be plenty."
He almost went to put them on over his jeans, but you tutted disapprovingly. "What, you want me to wear them as underwear?"
"Yes!"
"Since when is that how this works?"
"Since I invented this game five minutes ago," you announced as you crossed your arms.
"I believe I was the one that actually made the rules."
"I believe you're stalling! Get those jeans off— boxers too, please," you cooed.
"Fine," he grumbled, stripping himself of his pants to reveal blue-and-white boxers.
"Festive!" you praised.
"Hush," he grumbled as he exposed himself, making you absent-mindedly bite your lip. He was half hard, presumably from making you lose your jeans and underwear, and it was hard not to imagine how it would feel to have its heavy weight on your tongue, getting harder inside your mouth. An adventure for another time, you decided as you saw him slip on your pink lacy panties.
You hadn’t expected to like the sight so much, but there was something sexy about the way his cock didn’t even kind of fit inside your underwear, about being able to see so much of him, about the way he was blushing so hard his nose was turning red. It was hilarious, yes, but also hot.
“Turn around, I bet your ass looks great in those,” you instructed with a purr.
The sense of dominance was fleeting as he growled and descended upon you, settling himself between your legs. You gasped as his cock rubbed against your bare folds, his hot breath tickling your neck. “Don’t get cocky, sweetheart,” he warned, “I’m still in charge, you’re still mine, doesn’t matter what I’m wearing.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, though, when you felt the lace brush the inside of your thigh— even if it also sent a shiver up your spine. “I’m sorry,” you giggled, “you’re just not very intimidating when you look so pretty in my panties.”
“You look pretty in my sweater,” he countered, “especially when you’ve got these perfect legs on display, and this wet little cunt.”
You whimpered at the filthy language, the sound prolonged to a low moan as he ran two thick fingers through your folds. “Fuck,” you whimpered as he slowly pushed them into you— your hands clutched at his biceps and dug in as he stretched you open, but he kept up the pace as he started to twist them around against your walls.
“How’s it feel, princess?” he asked as he kissed your neck teasingly.
“S-so good, daddy,” you whined as he curled his fingers right against your spot at the same time that his thumb stroked slow but firm circles over your swollen clit. He knew just how to take you apart like this, but he didn’t usually jump straight to the chase so quickly. Not that you were complaining— in fact, you were bucking your hips up into his touch already.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” he taunted. “Where’d that attitude go, honey? Weren’t you just saying something about how I’m not intimidating? Not dominating? Now you’re calling me ‘daddy’ already.”
“If I do it again, will you fuck me?”
“Dunno, give it a shot,” he suggested.
“Please fuck me, daddy,” you moaned, “your fingers feel so good, want your cock so much, please…”
“Really? You’re sure you want it when I’m wearing your panties?”
“You could be wearing a bag over your head, fuck, I don’t care," you whined, "I just need you so bad."
He growled a little as he kissed you again, pushing his hips forward until you felt his hard length between your legs. You learned a lesson that night about not teasing Ari, which he made sure you wouldn't forget by coming inside you but refusing to let you put any of your clothes (or his, for that matter) back on; you spent the rest of the night with his sweater on your torso and his come running down your legs.
First Chanukah Together (Night 1) | Ari Levinson x reader
summary: you want your first chanukah with ari to be perfect— and it is, just not in the way you expected.
word count: 782
warnings: basically just pure fluff, although there is the slightest hint of hurt/comfort
a/n: I tried to leave it ambiguous if the reader has jewish heritage or not— this series isn’t about ari teaching a goy reader about chanukah, but it’s also not about a jewish reader engaging in something she already knows everything about, because I want anyone to be able to read this and find something they relate to in it! also, many people celebrate the holiday differently and this is just based on my own experiences!
Home for the Holidays | Robert Pronge (aka Mr. Freezy) x reader
summary: robert is tired of pretending to be normal, he’s tired of the shitty holiday known as christmas and he’s really fucking tired of watching his adorable, innocent next door neighbor without getting a real taste. luckily, he has a plan to solve all three of these things.
word count: a bit over 5k
warnings: smut (noncon, vaginal and anal), gunplay, bondage, stalking, kidnapping, slight-to-medium breeding kink, innocent!reader, lots of degradation, blood mention, pain kink, spitting, implied age gap (??? kinda), cringy and disturbing dirty talk, maaaaybe the darkest thing I’ve ever written… proceed with extreme caution
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