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just because you don’t look like somebody who you think is attractive doesn’t mean you aren’t attractive. flowers are pretty but so are christmas lights and they look nothing alike
Sweet Veni, I’ve come to cause hoe havoc with this nonsense (I’m ). One of the thots I had about this LEWK is mercenary!Andy, which 😦 I don’t think I’ve ever seen before. Since you’ve been so enamored with our favorite floofy babe lately, I thought this little nugget would be perfect for you 🤭😈
OH ANDY 🫠
Siri I'm gonna arrest you. how dare you send this to my inbox huh? when you know I can't have him?!?!?! this hurts me I want him so bad😭😭
This is sooooo giving older!mercenary!andy with a sweet and sassy young darling. God the way he'd be whipped for her🫦 So authoritative and caring and oh so dom daddy but with the softest little sweet spot just for her😛
I think you misunderstood the assignment. He’s yours to give to us 🤣
I love the idea of him being so cranky and stern but also having these soft moments. Like if you’re having a day and just pad over all 🥺, he immediately makes room for you in his lap while he’s cleaning his weapons 🫠
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Steve Rogers; Curtis Everett; Jake Jensen; Lloyd Hansen; Robert "Mr. Freezy" Pronge
Word Count: 4,415
Summary: Jake is the absolute sweetest, and he makes your confidence soar.
Warnings: AU. Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Mercenary!babes. Reader is enjoying a sex rotation with the babes, so far. Fluff and silliness. Brief cum eating. Titty fucking. Unprotected sex. Being bathed by another.
A/N: I am embarrassed by how long it’s been since I updated this story 🫣 I was feeling really stuck on it for some reason, but here we go, some progress! And Jakey finally gets his day in the sun hehe.
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You’d been lingering in the kitchen of the safe house because you knew it would be the best place to catch Steve once he returned from his morning run.
And once he finally did, his white t-shirt transparent with sweat and plastered to his torso, your brain actually glitched as you gaped at him, and you forgot why you were waiting around for him in the first place.
“Good morning,” Steve smiled at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he passed by to move toward the fridge and gather ingredients to make his morning protein shake.
“Mmm hmm,” you responded distractedly as you stared after Steve, your gaze dropping to the way his jogging pants clung to the firm curve of his ass.
“Better watch it, sweetheart," you could hear the smile in Steve’s voice as he shifted to work at the counter preparing his shake. “It’s Jensen’s night tonight, but you keep watching me like that, I’m gonna need to bend you over this counter and do something about it.”
“Sorry!” you squeaked, slapping your hands over your eyes to give your brain a moment to reboot. And your heart a moment to return to its normal rhythm.
“Don’t be, I’m not,” Steve teased, sending you a wink once you were done hiding and trying not to outright stare at him. “Were you waiting around for me?”
“Yes, actually,” your gaze turned shy now as you fiddled with your fingers, feeling Steve’s eyes on you as he patiently waited for you to broach whatever topic was on your mind. “You know how Jake set aside that money for me?”
“Yeah, you need to access it?”
You nodded, peeking over at Steve. “I’d really like to get some new clothes and essentials. With how quickly everything happened, and just, the craziness of that night, I didn’t do a very good job at packing, and there’s just stuff I need, and want.”
“Hey,” Steve moved across the kitchen, until he was looming over you. His hands felt so big and warm as they cupped your upper arms and gave you a gentle squeeze. “It’s your money, and you don’t need to justify using it. I’ll make sure Jensen sets you up so you have direct access to everything. "I'm sorry I didn’t think of that until now.”
“No, it’s okay! You all have been so generous.” You hesitated, biting your lower lip as your next ask teetered on the tip of your tongue.
“Go on,” Steve encouraged with a soft smile. “I like when you ask for what you want, when you put yourself first.”
Your belly fluttered before you asked, “Do you think maybe you could take me into town to go shopping for everything I need?”
“Of course. We’ll go today–”
“Well, we don’t have to! I’m sure you’re very busy and–” your words turned into a startled squeak as Steve pressed close and kissed you quiet.
“I’m never too busy for you,” he murmured, stealing another kiss before pulling away with a grin. “Plus, I think it will be fun–watching you try on a bunch of clothes.”
Your face warmed as he winked at you, but before you could respond, Lloyd appeared in the doorway, as if summoned by the talk of fashion.
“Did someone say shopping spree? Count me in,” he declared, dropping his hands to his hips and giving a thrust.
Steve rolled his eyes as you giggled, and Lloyd shot his superior a glare.
“You know I have an eye for fashion,” he sniffed. Lloyd’s annoyed gaze shifted to you, and softened. “Come on, pumpkin, you want me to tag along, right? I’m the only one in this house who actually likes to shop. And we’ll get you all dolled up real fast.”
You peeked over at Steve to see if he truly looked put out at the idea of Lloyd joining in on your outing, but he just seemed amused as he met your gaze and gave a small nod. If anything, he liked that you were getting on so well with the team.
“Okay,” you smiled at Lloyd. “It will be fun.”
“You bet your sweet ass it will be fun.”
You were still buzzing from your outing earlier with Steve and Lloyd, your smile so big as you glanced at yourself in the mirror and gave a little spin. Your cute new dress flared out around your thighs, and you laughed, feeling pretty–and much more like yourself than you had in a long time.
You’d been under your father’s thumb for so long, in every possible way, even when it came to what you wore, that you forgot how freeing–and soothing–it could be to just… be yourself, wear what made you happy and comfortable.
It seemed such a small, meaningless thing, but you felt so happy in a way you hadn’t in years.
So you had a little bounce in your step as you made your way to Jake’s bedroom. You were excited to spend some time with him, because out of all of the mercenaries, he seemed the most normal.
Down to earth, sweet, funny.
Truly, Jake was just the icing on the cake of your already great day.
You knocked on his door, and barely a second later, it swung open to reveal Jake grinning big and warm, and wearing a t-shirt that looked like a tuxedo.
“Your shirt is so cute!” you giggled.
“Thanks!” Jake’s grin widened as he glanced down at himself. “It’s kind of the only way I could get dressed up for you, so much of my stuff is just tac gear or novelty shirts, so…”
“I love it,” you assured him.
“And you! Wow, you look…wow,” Jake stuttered, his eyes taking their time inching over you as you stood before him, nervously wringing your hands.
“Thank you,” you whispered, biting back a stupid smile as your eyes flickered down to your feet.
“So, um, come in!” Jake encouraged you as he stepped back and waved you inside his room eagerly. Once you were inside and glancing around curiously, he closed the door behind you both before stepping up beside you, his gaze following to where yours was fixed.
Jake’s room as a whole was tidy, with everything in its place, but it was the small two-seater table across the room that had your eyes lighting up.
It had been set like at a fancy restaurant; there were lit candles in the center of it, lending ambiance to the room. You weren’t sure what was in the takeout food containers set between the plates and glasses, but whatever it was smelled heavenly and had your stomach growling loud enough to make you cringe in embarrassment.
“It’s okay,” Jake chuckled, shifting his weight beside you. “I’m starving too. You wanna eat now?”
You glanced over at him, your eyes soft as you nodded, because Jake looked just as nervous–and slightly awkward–as you. As he went to step away, you reached for him, your fingers touching his wrist, and then finding his hand so you could give it a squeeze.
“Thank you for doing this, Jake, it’s so sweet.”
He blushed from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, shrugging those big, round shoulders of his as he gave you a small smile. “It’s no big deal.”
“To me, it is. You’ve made me feel special.”
“You are special,” Jake returned, his brows furrowed a little, like he thought this truth was the most obvious thing in the world.
Belly swooping, you followed Jake over to the dinner setup, giggling as he acted the gentleman and pushed in your chair for you before darting over to take his own seat across from you.
“I hope you like Thai food? There’s this awesome restaurant a few towns over, so that’s what I got for tonight.”
You nodded eagerly, your tummy rumbling again and making Jake laugh. He was quick to serve the food, until both your plates were full and you both dove into your meals,
chatting in between bites and learning more about each other.
Jake told you about his sister and nieces that he missed so much, and how he always used to attend all of their soccer games. In return, you told him about your mother, and how helping her in her garden had always been your favorite way to spend time together.
“I’m sorry you had to leave it behind,” Jake frowned, pushing his now empty plate away. “I bet that was really hard.”
You swallowed against the lump in your throat, mustering a smile and shrug so you didn’t totally kill the fun vibe that had been brewing between you.
“Hey, I bet one day, you’ll have a new garden–your own garden–and it will be amazing!” Jake smiled, his eyes bright in a way that made you believe that he really did wish that for you.
“Yeah, I bet you’re right,” you smiled back at him.
You took a moment to just really take him in. His fluffy hair and bright blue eyes, his handsome features and ridiculously built body. Jake really was so handsome, but it was the kindness in his eyes that kept drawing you gaze again and again.
It was so strange, that you had spent so much of your life despised for merely existing, and now, you were becoming surrounded by people who seemed to genuinely care for you, who looked at you like you mattered, like they wanted what was best for you.
It was Jake’s resulting smile that made you realize you were smiling at him like a dope, and you gave an embarrassed, nervous giggle as you plucked your napkin from your lap and set it down beside your finished meal.
“You know uh…” Jake hesitated, rubbing his hands along his thighs as he sat back in his seat. He was blushing again–rosier than before–as he continued, “We don’t have to, yanno, if you don’t want to.”
“Oh.” You blinked, straightening in your seat as your fingers fell to twist the hem of your dress. “Do you… not want to?”
“No!!” Jake said it so loudly, you both winced. “Sorry. I uh want to. Like, wow do I want to,” he emphasized, making you giggle. “But also, I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything."
Feeling yourself melt at his thoughtfulness, you reached across the table, setting your hand on top of his as you met his gaze and gave him a warm smile.
“How about we just see where the night takes us? No pressure for either of us.”
“Okay! I’d really like that.”
The two of you moved over to the small loveseat against the far wall, chatting some more. Jake told you how he had joined the team, how he felt like he was making a difference even if most people didn’t know about it, but that he also really missed his family.
And something about how sad he looked as he muttered that confession had you leaning over and kissing his cheek.
Jake stilled, turning to look at you with wide eyes, and you found yourself smiling as your gaze flickered to his parted lips, the plumpness of which drew you in closer and closer.
You heard Jake’s breath hitch a second before your lips met his, and then your eyes closed and your pussy fluttered at the guttural groan that rose up at the back of Jake’s throat.
Something about how careful Jake was with touching you–his hands hesitant to frame your face–and then his thumbs gently gliding back and forth along your cheeks, it made you feel so special, so desirable and wanted.
It had you clambering into his lap until you were straddling him, and you both pulled away from each other’s mouths long enough to exchange wide-eyed wanting looks before you were sinking into another round of sweet, frantic kisses.
When you started to rock in his lap, seeking friction, Jake moaned, pulling back and panting as he met your floaty gaze and asked, “You wanna move over to the bed?”
He grinned as you nodded enthusiastically, the two of you nearly tripping over each other in your rush to relocate. You both fell atop the bed together, giggling and breathing heavy as Jake leaned up over you and took a moment to just look at you.
“God, you’re so pretty,” he murmured, his fingers reaching out to caress along your face. “And so soft. And smell so good.” He ducked lower, tucking his face against the side of your neck and breathing in deep before exhaling a “Hnnngh,” against your skin and making you laugh.
You continued to giggle as Jake snuffled along your neck, your fingers sinking into his hair, gently stroking the blonde locks as you told him, “You’re very sweet.”
Jake pressed a kiss against the top of your chest before pulling away, his gaze meeting yours–both eager and tentative–as he asked, “Can we take this off?” he tugged at your dress.
“Of course,” you nodded, the two of you quickly working together to rid you of your new dress.
“Oh god, boobs,” Jake breathed as his gaze fell to your chest, which was encased by one of your pretty new bras.
He reached for your chest without thinking–his gaze going glassy–and just a beat before he touched you, he remembered himself. Pulling up short, he gave you a sheepish grin as he asked if he could touch you.
Feeling all fluttery that he was seeking consent, you nodded again, shyness creeping up on you as things got steamier.
You gasped as Jake groped your tits, his hands so big against your softness, the weight of him settling over you now too as he shifted closer.
His thumbs caught in the edge of lace cupping you, and he tugged it lower, until your nipples popped free and he could pluck at them, making you gasp and arch up into his touch.
“This okay?” Jake asked, his voice deeper than before, huskier, as his lust-darkened gaze flickered up to yours.
“Y-yeah,” you trembled, licking your dry lips as you told him, “You can take it off if you want, my bra.”
“Hell yeah I want,” Jake nodded, his hands already moving to slip off the pretty, lacy piece. “Fucccck me, you’re so hot,” he groaned once you were bare save for your cute panties.
His touch was firmer now as he cupped both your breasts and squeezed until you were gasping and writhing beneath him. When he dropped his head to catch one of your nipples in his mouth, you moaned, spreading your legs and rutting up against Jake’s hips, desperately seeking friction.
Groaning, he pulled away from your tit with a wet pop before showing the other just as much attention.
“Jake, please,” you begged, your body nearly vibrating with need now as you pawed at him.
“Wait, I… there’s something I wanna do first, before we, yanno,” he confessed.
Pressing your thighs together, you tried not to pout as you asked, “What?”
He blushed so hard, he resembled a tomato, as he asked, “Can I please uh fuck your tits? I just… I’ve always wanted to do that, but always felt weird asking, but you… you make me feel brave.”
“How are you being this sweet right now?” you marveled before reaching for the back of Jake’s neck and yanking him in for a very ardent kiss. “And yes, you can do that,” you whispered, too shy to say it out loud, but your pussy was leaking a small river at the idea of fulfilling one of Jake’s naughty fantasies.
“You’re the best,” Jake grinned, nearly falling off the bed in his excitement to undress.
You giggled, reaching out to help steady him, and then your eyes were going wide as dinner plates once Jake was completely naked and you realized just how built he was. You swore every single one of his muscles was either bulging or defined, his body looking like that of a Greek god as he hovered over you.
“Wow,” you breathed, reaching out to trail your fingers down Jake’s stomach. “You’re so beautiful, Jake.”
“I am?”
“Yeah,” you laughed, meeting his gaze and giving him a soft smile. “Really, really, really beautiful. Like a work of art.”
He puffed out his chest, looking very pleased–and genuinely surprised–by your admiration. “Thanks.”
Your fingers kept trailing lower, and you bit your bottom lip as you caressed along the head of his cock, your fingers coming away sticky and covered in his pre-cum. You met Jake’s gaze as you sucked your fingers into your mouth, making a delighted sound at the briny taste of his cream.
“Ohhhh fuck,” Jake grunted, his cock twitching as he dropped a hand to grip himself. “You keep doing stuff like that, and I’m not gonna last long at all.”
“Well then you better hurry up and get to the good stuff, huh?” you grinned at him.
In the back of your mind, you were surprised at yourself–at how playful you were being, how teasing–but something about Jake made you feel confident. Maybe it was the way he had this genuine air of awe for you–to be with you–but it made you feel sexy.
And it made you want to make him feel good, too. Really good.
So you didn’t even cringe or shy away at all as you cupped your breasts and held them together in offering.
“Ohhh my god, it’s happening,” Jake whispered, his gaze glossing over and his lips parted and he moved to straddle your torso.
His gasp when he pressed his hard, warm cock between the softness of your tits was so wrecked already that it had you gushing into your panties, squirming beneath him as you stared up and watched–mesmeraized–as Jake began to gently rut against your chest.
“Oh my god,” he groaned as you pressed your curves around him more firmly, increasing the pressure around his cock, until his head was dropping back in ecstasy, and he lost himself to his pleasure.
When his tempo increased, his rhythm starting to falter, you found yourself sticking out your tongue, trying your best to catch the flushed, leaking crown of Jake’s cock on his next thrust.
At the first feel of your tongue lapping at his head, Jake’s eyes shot open, his head darting up, his gaze big and shocked and so turned on as you did it again, then again.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” he panted, curling over you and gripping the headboard as he stilled.
“You can,” you told him, “I don’t mind, I want you to.”
“Wanna cum inside you,” Jake whispered, staring down at you in awe. “And I wanna make you cum, too.”
“So do it.”
Laughing at your cheeky grin, Jake scrambled away from you, then on top of you properly, not even asking–not that you minded–as he yanked off your underwear and carelessly tossed them behind him.
“Oh, thank god,” he breathed once his fingers dragged along your slit and found you soaked and messy for him. “God, you’re so wet.”
“Well, you put on quite the show, Jakey,” you grinned shyly at him.
“Yeah?” he looked very chuffed that you found all of this–found him–as sexy as he found you.
“Mmmhmm, now please, I’m so worked up,” you whined, spreading your legs wider. “I think I’ll cum without any real effort at all.”
“Thank god two point oh, because I’m ready to blow,” Jake laughed, sinking down between your thighs and lining himself up.
You both moaned as he drove into you slowly. The sharp gasp was spilling past your lips before you even realized it, because Jake was so thick. Like, yes, you had seen he had a very impressive cock, but to feel it inside of you, stretching your inner walls to their limits...
It had your head falling back on a ragged, “Oh my god!” as Jake finally bottomed out with a primal grunt and a sharp rut for good measure.
“You feel incredible,” he panted, dropping his forehead to yours.
You fluttered wildly at his praise, making him moan and rock against you in response.
“Oh god, I’m really not gonna last, please don’t judge me,” Jake laughed nervously, but he looked a little panicked as his chest heaved and he tried to remain very very still.
Concentrating less on how desperate you were to cum, and more on Jake–on his momentary insecurity–you opened your eyes and met his gaze without wavering. Cradling his cheek with your palm, you gave him a soft smile.
“Jake, I never would. You’ve been amazing, in so many ways,” you assured him. “And I’m pretty sure I’ll be right there with you, so, let’s just… do this thing.”
Snickering, Jake dropped the rest of his weight on top of you, making you murmur in approval as he curled one of his arms over the top of your head and began to fuck you.
You moaned on his very first thrust, arching up against him as you begged him to go, “Harder, faster, please!”
“Fuck,” Jake groaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he started to pound into you.
You keened as he hit a spot that had your body lighting up in a brand new way, making a choked squeal of a sound as you cried, “Right there, oh my god, please don’t stop!”
Hnnnghing against your sweaty neck, Jake doubled down, fucking you like you wanted and having enough functioning brain cells left to dig his free hand between your bodies so he could rub your clit to hopefully push you to the edge before he himself fell over it.
You gasped at the added stimulation, your eyes slamming shut as you felt that delightful build up start deep in your core.
“Yes, yes, yes!” you chanted, your hips rocking and rising to meet the thrust of Jake’s cock, your words dying away into unintelligible gasps and cries as you got closer and closer to your climax.
“Oh fuck, oh god, oh fuck, Jesus Christ,” Jake’s string of curses and nonsense, along with the way he was relentlessly plowing into you now, rocking the whole bed as he desperately sought his own orgasm–found so much pleasure in your very willing body–it tipped you right over that glorious ledge.
You came with a sharp, ragged cry, each and every muscle in your body locking up tight as your pussy went wild–fluttering and clenching so hard it sent Jake rocketing over the edge right after you.
You were still riding the wave of your pleasure as you felt Jake cum inside you, his spend a thick, warm gush that made you moan and flutter all over again as you squirmed beneath him.
“Fuccccck,” Jake groaned against your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your skin, not hard enough to cause pain, but enough to have you whimpering and clenching around him until he was babbling as you milked his cock of every last drop of cum.
The two of you clung to each other tightly, both breathing hard–like you had just run a marathon together–as Jake sank against you, feeling just as boneless as you yourself felt.
There was a long, pleasant stretch of silence as the two of you took your time coming down from your highs. You were nearly dozing with your lips tilted into an almost smile as Jake nuzzled against your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin like he was wordlessly thanking you for making him feel so good.
“I have one more surprise for you,” he eventually murmured, his head popping up as he looked as mussed and wrecked as you were sure you yourself looked right about now.
“You do?” you smiled like a dope. “I hope it’s close by so we don’t have to move because I don’t think my legs will work after that.”
Laughing, Jake shook his head, pouting a little as he broke the bad news that, “We have to walk just a little, but not far, I promise. And I’ll shoulder your weight so you barely need to walk at all.”
“My hero,” you giggled tiredly, groaning as Jake finally pulled away from you before helping you out of bed.
You didn’t even feel self-conscious to be naked and leaking his cum, still feeling nothing but giddy and satisfied as you curled close to Jake’s side and allowed him to lead you just a few feet away to the closed bathroom door.
And when he opened it, he stole your breath away yet again, because awaiting you in the small space was a gorgeous bouquet of flowers on the sink counter, and a bath tub rim decorated with candles and rose petals, setting the mood for what you knew would be a relaxing, luxurious bath.
“Oh my god, Jake! You’re so sweet! I can’t believe you did this for me!”
His smile was shy as he led you over to sit on the edge of the tub before kneeling beside it and cranking on the water. You watched as he doctored the steamy rush with a bubble bath that smelled incredible, and once the tub was perfect for soaking, Jake took your hand and helped you settle in.
“Join me?” you asked hopefully.
“Actually,” Jake looked the shyest you had seen yet. “If it’s okay, I’d really like to bathe you.”
You blinked at him, your shyness creeping up again at that, but you couldn’t help the small smile that curled your lips as you sank back against the porcelain with a quiet, “Okay.”
“Yeah?” Jake perked up, looking more hopeful and less shy as you met his gaze.
“Yeah.”
Smiling, he settled on his knees, reaching for a colorful loofah and pouring some body wash onto it. “I know I’m not as suave or experienced as the others,” he confessed. “But I just… I want you to feel appreciated. And beautiful, because you are.”
Feeling your belly flutter, you caught Jake’s free hand, twining your fingers together as you replied, “I feel both of those things, Jake, thanks to you.”
And it was the truth.
You felt beautiful, appreciated, and so very, very cared for as Jake gently began to wash you, looking so focused and intent as he drew the loofah over your skin, and lulled you into a state of utter, boneless bliss.
AHHHH! Jakey! The sinful sweetheart sunshine boi we all deserve!!!! I so hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please take a moment to let me know your thoughts! Also, maybe buckle up for what’s coming up next ::nervous laughter::
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THIS WAS SOOO SWEET AND SOOO HOT AND SO SO PERFECT 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
Jakey baby with his sweet puppy eyes 🥺
Him wearing the tuxedo tshirt was just.... marry me right now please and thank you. love me a man who tries yanno😛
In the back of your mind, you were surprised at yourself–at how playful you were being, how teasing–but something about Jake made you feel confident. Maybe it was the way he had this genuine air of awe for you–to be with you–but it made you feel sexy.
yeah....this was the most beautiful thing here (aside from his cock). Had me feeling all soft and loved 🥹🥹🥹🥹
Sweet Veni, I’ve come to cause hoe havoc with this nonsense (I’m ). One of the thots I had about this LEWK is mercenary!Andy, which 😦 I don’t think I’ve ever seen before. Since you’ve been so enamored with our favorite floofy babe lately, I thought this little nugget would be perfect for you 🤭😈
OH ANDY 🫠
Siri I'm gonna arrest you. how dare you send this to my inbox huh? when you know I can't have him?!?!?! this hurts me I want him so bad😭😭
This is sooooo giving older!mercenary!andy with a sweet and sassy young darling. God the way he'd be whipped for her🫦 So authoritative and caring and oh so dom daddy but with the softest little sweet spot just for her😛
Synopsis: Bucky hated seeing you like this, tired, anxious, always on the edge of breaking. He'd do anything to help you feel good.
Warnings: 18+/MDNI. established relationship. Roleplay (doctor-patient). reader is burnt out. use of stethoscope and gloves. praise kink. nipple play. clit play. vaginal fingering.
Word Count: 2.3k
A/N: I cannot look at a stethoscope the same way ever again 🫡🫡 requested by this absolute cutie patootie of an anon 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
Enjoy 💋
He noticed. He always does.
He noticed the way you had been feeling so restless. Always fidgeting and squirming, unable to sit still. Your thoughts were louder than his voice, and he hated that no matter how loud he tried, you couldn't hear him.
You ate too fast and talked too little, trying to catch up in a race that didn't exist; and all he could do watch as you withered away.
It hurt him, seeing you like this. Seeing the way your fingers tapped against every surface. The way your knee bounced beneath the table like your body had forgotten how to stay still.
You were always somewhere else — three thoughts ahead, five worries deep, eyes miles away even when you were right beside him.
He needed to fix it. Help you. Make you feel better.
So he did what a good boyfriend does—a cosy night in, with a movie he spent hours choosing and preparing all the snacks he knew you loved.
He made sure to close the blinds and turn off all the lights, your favorite candles already lit and drowning the hallway with the clean, sweet smell you adored. The temperature was perfect, warm enough it wouldn't bite at your skin, cold enough you'd snuggle into his arms.
All that was left was for you to come home and grace him with your pretty smile and a soft kiss to his lips like you used to give him—one that turned to two and two that turned to a hundred little kisses in the span of the night, wrapped up in each other's arms.
All that was missing—you. In his arms.
The clock struck nine, and his ears perked up at the twink! of the keys in the lock and the slam! of the door against the wall.
He pushed himself to his feet, absentmindedly smoothing his hair back, suddenly aware of how he might look to you.
He was ready to welcome you home— see the way your face lights up brighter than the flames that flickered in the corners.
He was hoping for a smile, a soft little laugh while you shake your head telling him he's a sap, wrapping your arms around his neck while you press kisses to his jaw.
He was hoping.
Hoping doesn't really work every time, does it?
You were still as a boulder, your shoulders heavy and wound tight, fingers flexing against the strap of your bag.
He stopped mid step.
“Sweetheart?”
You didn't look up— eyes set on the dancing shadows of the flower vase on the hardwood floor.
“Sweethe—”
“I don't feel good, Bucky,” you spoke up, voice two whispers away from breaking, “It feels like…” your voice bleeds into a sniffle as your eyes fill with tears.
The dam breaks down, bringing everything down with it.He's on you in an instant, hands stroking your back as he holds you close to his chest.
“I don't like feeling like this. Just—just take it away, please…” you cry into his sweatshirt, the fabric dampening with tears with each quiet sob.
“What do you want me to do, hmm?” he questions, knowing damn well he'd do anything you’ll say.
Your shoulders were still trembling, your fingers were still clutching him—
“I… I don't know…”
He nods, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “Want me to take away the pain, huh? Want me to make you feel good?” He tips your face upwards, making you look into the blue of his eyes, “Tell me, honey.”
The small voice in the back of his mind whispered to him, asking him to rethink, telling him what he's going to do to you isn't okay. It's not okay to do that when you feel like this.
But she'd like it, Bucky, the voice whispers again.
You said it to him, late nights when the world was dead and the stars were dancing, you told him you'd love it. That when you feel broken, you'd love to be fixed by him, to get the haunting thoughts out of your mind—to feel nothing but him and his love.
“Make me feel good, Bucky…” you whisper into his skin; and that was all the permission he needed.
“Yeah? I'll do it, angel” he promises, voice heavy with intent. “Gonna make everything okay.”
Shutting your eyes, you thank the gods for sending him your way, grateful for how he always has a way of making things better, no matter how impossible they may seem.
“Please..”
He wastes no time in guiding you to your shared bedroom, past the couch he adorned with all your favourite throws and comforters, past the cinnamon scented candles, past the movie still stuck on the preview.
“Lie down, baby.” Gentle hands guide you to the edge of the bed, the soft sheets an instant relief to your achy body.
He looks down at you, your hunched shoulders and teary, puffy eyes— he knew exactly what to do.
He kisses your damp forehead, “Just wait a second, princess.”
And with that, he rushes to his closet, hastily yanking off the hangers and the neatly organised pile of clothes.
“Fucking hell…” he muttered, tossing aside old sweaters until the latex gloves finally peeked out from beneath a folded shirt.
His hands moved fast now— nervous and determined, as if whatever waited outside this room couldn’t afford another minute.
He picked them up with a grip that said nothing super soldier. It was weak, pathetic, shaky.
He puts the gloves on slowly, feeling the smoothness glide over his skin, wondering how different it would be from touching you bare.
Turning back to you, he smiles, showing both of his ocean blue palms. Your wide eyes greeted him, swimming with nerves and vulnerability, that little gleam of excitement and relief; and he swore that was the most beautiful sight a man could see.
The stethoscope—the delicate instrument he'd always been in awe of called out to him—
“you want me to use this, honey?” he asks you because no matter how much he needed it, it was you that mattered more in this moment.
Swallowing down that bubble of anxiety that seemed to hover over you, you beckon him closer.
He obeys instantly, walking over, till his shadow draped over you like a cloak.
“Please…..”
He grins, fond and protective and excited, and mutters a simple “Thank you.”
Thanking you for giving him the opportunity to do this, for baring yourself to him completely and believing he'd put you back together, for trusting that he'd back out if, and when, you say so.
Two gloves hands smooth over your thighs, lightly caressing your skin that seemed to burn with each touch. His hands tug at the waistband of your pants, and you lift your hips to help him rid of the troubling fabric.
Dragging down both your jeans and panties to your feet, he kisses your now exposed knee, his beard he'd been growing out scratching against your skin, making your thighs twitch on their own accord.
He reaches up to unbotton your shirt, sending little electric sparks down your spine with each gentle touch of the smooth nitrile brushing against the top of your breasts.
Unclasping your bra with practised ease, he licks his lips as your nipples come into view—so soft, so pretty, just begging for his mouth to suck and bite on them.
“Lie down, baby,” He pushes you gently back onto the bed, your head on the pillow. You were the most precious thing in his life, and god forbid he ever treat you like anything but that.
“Gonna check you now… take some vitals in, yeah?” His tone was rough, ragged, a smirk growing on his lips.
His hands reach up to hold your tits, his fingers tightening ever so slightly, memorising the weight and feel of them.
Brushing his thumbs across your hardening nipples, he looks into your eyes, gaze cold and clinical—at least, as cold as possible— for he couldn't hide the adoration and amusement from taking over him.
You yelp as he pinches them, hard and mean; and his cock twitches inside his pants, craving to be touched by your soft hands, or to be squeezed by your warm, wet pussy. But he disregards the temptation, focusing on you first.
“It hurts when I do this?” he pinches them again, rubbing them in between his thumb and pointer finger. You moan, all breath and need, pushing your tits out further in his hold.
“Mmmhm, a little. It feels kinda good too…”
“Yeah? You like when I do this? Means your nipples are all fine—as healthy as they come.” He releases them, and you immediately miss his touch on you. “Gonna check your little heartbeat now, listen to what that heart's saying.”
A small, involuntary gasp leaves you when the cold, metallic chestpiece is placed at your sternum. He hums as he listens to the thump-thump-thump of your heart, pretending to make mental notes about the steady unsteady rhythm.
“You sound nervous, honey. Take a deep, big breath,” he inhales, his chest puffing up as he shows you how to, and you follow suit. He moves the metal disc to the underside of your left breast, relishing in the way your heartbeat sped up instantly with the little action.
“Such a good girl f'me, take another one…” you take a deep breath in, your lungs filling with oxygen, and this time, he places the chestpiece right on top of your nipple, already sensitive from his incessant teasing.
You squirm as he presses it in lightly, your wetness now dripping down your thighs, each touch and grope driving you to insanity. He scratches his chin as he hears, more carefully now, letting your sensitive bud free and tracing down the metal piece lower. Amazed at the way your chest rises and belly clenches in perfect harmony as he moves down south.
Lingering right above your mound, he uses his free hand to rub at your upper thighs, a half-hearted attempt at soothing you.
“This little pussy doesn't feel good, hmm? She's been so sad and lonely, just need her doctor to help her feel all good. Open up, princess, show me my pretty girl.”
You silently obey, spreading open your thighs to reveal your wet folds, glistening with your arousal, the cool air of the room and his dark, lustful gaze pointed right at your exposed pussy had your mind reeling.
“Awww… she's crying,” he exclaims with a mocking pout, “ look at that little clit dancing for me.” He places the metallic disc right on top of your clit, and your back arched off the bed, an intense bout of pleasure coursing through your core at the contact.
Chuckling at your reaction, he rubs it in small circles over your throbbing little button, your hips grinding and rolling to chase the feeling. He varies the pressure each time, light as a feather one pass and then pressing it harder the next.
“Aah! Buck—” It was pleasure unlike anything you ever felt before, the direct stimulation had you whining and writhing, your hands flying to grip his forearm.
“I think she likes it, she's winking at me…naughty little girl drooling all over her doctor.” Your hole was clenching around nothing, your juices dripping down and coating his gloves. He brings the stethoscope away from your clit, the metal shining with your cream, a string of your wetness connecting your pussy to the instrument.
Bucky brings the glistening chestpiece to his lips, sticking out his tongue and licking all of you from it. His eyes roll back into his head as your taste floods his senses. He's one darn lucky man.
“Taste so good, angel. Wanna try?” he holds it to your lips, waiting for you to open your mouth and drags it across your tongue, cleaning up the cocktail of his spit and your arousal, mixed with the cold metallic after taste.
Humming your approval at the combined taste, you could feel the pride radiating off of him as he strokes your cheek.
You were such a good girl for him.
Reaching down again, he taps the stethoscope against your swollen clit again. Then again. Then again.
plat-plat-plat.
Wet little pats against your pussy in quick succession filled the room over your heavy breathing and whining.
One gloved finger strokes your entrance, playing with the wetness before pushing just the tip in. Tears of overwhelming pleasure pool in your eyes as the wet, sloppy taps don't falter.
“Just like that, such a good girl…” he pushes his entire finger in, the smooth rubber feels so different, yet so similar. The shape and weight and technique is him. It's all him. But it feels so foreign.
Your breathing picks up and your mouth hangs open. Your thighs start shaking once he starts massaging that one soft spot inside you that has you seeing stars.
Squelching noises move through the air as your walls flutter helplessly around his finger, clenching rhythmically.
You were so close. So fucking close.
“Cum for me. Cum for your doctor, princess. Let him help you…” you hear his words from somewhere far away, too lost in ecstasy as your orgasm rips it's way through your body.
It's intense—the metal on your clit and the rubber inside your cunt don’t stop from bringing more pleasure out of your body.
“Bucky…Bucky. S’too much…” you cry out. His movements slow down instantly, not stopping, just slowing down, letting you ride down the waves of your orgasm.
When your body stops twitching, and your eyes shut close, he pulls his hand away. Climbing on the bed—over your spent form, he kisses your sweaty forehead.
OHMYGOD DID YOU SEE THE TRAILER?!?!?! He looks soooooo good😫😫😫😫😫😫
The hair?!?!?! The beard?!?!?!? My legs are open please come fuck me please please please I'm begging. That's one of his best looks what the actual hell🥹🥹🥹🥹
that's my steve right there. that's my st—🫠
oh and also, thank you so much for 900 followers what is happening it's too much (but I'm a sucker for the overstimulation trope so 😛)
guys I'm sorry I'm with my family rn and i barely get time.
aaand...
uni starts soon.
pray for me. I will get time to read and write again. I will answer the asks and reblogs and replies. I will post all the stupid, horny fics I have planned. You will see the stupid horny, veni again.
Synopsis: The man with a plan, the golden boy of America down at your feet. The plan in his mind—to be owned by you.
Warnings: MDNI // sub!steve. smut [oral(f recieving), fingering] its just smut. No plot.
Word Count: 0.9k
A/N: this is filth. night one of Eleven Nights Worth Remembering.
Enjoy 💋
"C'mon Steve.... gimme it."
Steve Rogers was not the man someone gave orders to. But you were you and Steve was just a man.
Your man.
The satin slip enticed him, your pebbled peeking though the top — begging to be taken in his mouth. Your eyes half lidded, your lips curved in a wicked smirk, you knew exactly how to get him to fold.
The man with a plan now only had one in his mind, to be used by you.
To be played by you.
To be owned by you.
“Don't you trust me baby?”
He took a breath, looking at the surroundings—the candle flickering on the nightstand, the faint smell of something floral, maybe roses, lingering in the air. The bite of cold making his hair stand on his arms— he trusts you, more than anyone else.
In what world would he not obey you?
He falls down to his knees, hands taking their place in his lap. The captain taking orders from his wife.
The mightiest of the men, the savior of the planet— now reduced to a mess, existing only and only for your pleasure.
You smile devilishly, leaning forward from where you were seated on the bed to be face to perfect face with him. His eyes run all over your face— not knowing where to look first— ultimately falling to your exposed chest.
“Such a bad boy….” Running your fingers through his dirty blond locks, you tug at the roots, neck straining as his gaze returns back onto your face , “Just can't help yourself, huh? Keep your pretty eyes on mine Captain.”
“Tell me Stevie, did you touch yourself? Out there. All alone. Was your cock weeping for me when you played with it?”
His bottom lip wobbled as he tried to muster up a reply. Your fingers caressed his stubbled cheek, thumb brushing over his lip, coaxing out the truth you knew so well.
“No... no, I didn't.”
Satisfied with his answer, you push your legs over the edge—over his shoulders. Your feet lock themselves around his neck as you pull him in closer to where you need him the most.
“I must reward you then, hmm? Go ahead… take your fill, baby.”
He couldn't see anything other than your bare pussy, glistening with desire, for him. He couldn't smell anything other than your sweet arousal, sweeter than anything he's ever had.
A soft sound escapes his mouth as he realizes he's drooling, spit pooling near his knee as he basks in the sight of your naked cunt in front of him.
He brings his hands up, smoothing over your thighs before parting them wider to accommodate the broad expanse of him.
He drags his thumb across your wetness, reaching up to your clit to draw gentle, featherlight circles around it. Tapping on your sensitive bud a few times, taking his time to tease you.
Sure you were in control right now, but who says he can't have his fun?
You huffed out a breath, hands slapping his away from your folds. He looks up at you— eyes wide and needy and guilty, pupils blown away with lust.
“Make me feel good, Steve. Show me what that mouth can do.”
“Yes ma'am.”
And with that he dived straight down into your heat. Licking long stripes across your slit, lingering at your weeping hole, making out with your drenched lips.
You moan, your hands finding their place in his hair as pleasure shoots up your core.
He drinks in your juices with a groan, hands tightening their hold on your hips—pulling you even closer, as if it was even possible.
His lips find your swollen clit, sucking and nipping it slightly, soothing the burn with quick little flicks of his tongue.
“Aah— fuck!— Steve…”
Two fingers prod at your entrance, pushing in slowly, making you feel every single thick inch in excruciating details.
Your nerve endings were on fire, your chest panting and your mind swimming god knows where. You were close.
“Am I doing good?” He asks—voice husky, drunk on your pussy. “Tell me. Am I making you feel good?”
“God… yes, Steve, you're so good. Don't you dare stop now.”
He didn't need to hear another word. He pressed his lips to your swollen pearl once again, pecking it over and over.
You were writhing in his hold now. How you were still upright, you didn't know. Something to do with his huge arms gripping you like his life depends on it.
His fingers pick up pace, the wet sloshing noises too loud in the quiet room, too loud over your breathy moans and his ragged breaths, too loud for the thin walls in the little apartment Fury calls a safe house.
“Oh god I’m close…”
Flattening his tongue, he licked from your entrance to your clit—fingers never ceasing their ruthless rhythm.
“You taste so good…” he groans against your pussy, the vibrations traveling deep down into your core. “Give it to me, princess. Show me I’m your good boy.”
His words, oh so pathetic, tipped you over the edge. You come with a broken cry, your vision blurring in and out as you try to keep your breathing in check.
Soft little kisses on your inner thighs coax you back to earth, hands stroking the soft skin of your stomach.
“You did so good… so good for me.”
well... this was something.
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Helloooooo I love your fics.... But I was wondering is there ever going to be another part in the freak house....????
first of all, thank youuu sooo much! (i love when i hear my fics are loved wdym you love my fics 🥹)
And about freak house, it's an ongoing series it will continue forever (a long time). they're just freaks omg they'll never stop.....
buttttt......its going to take some time. i just don't really enjoy writing for bucky as much as I used to and it takes a girl to be incredibly horny to even think about him like that 😭.I plan on posting steve for a while and as soon as I get an idea that makes me worthy enough to be in the house of the freaks we will meet him again😛
Pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: SMUT. so much smut. MDNI. Literally just smut. inappropriate use of bucky's tie.
When you came to Professor Barnes to ask for help on your project, you had not expected to come face to face, or rather, face to cock with him.
He had been so occupied with stroking his cock, he didn't hear your soft voice asking to come inside. He didn't even hear the door opening, and he definitely didn't hear your scandalised gasp.
He had been too busy picturing you bent over his desk as he pounded into you from behind, hands in your hair to keep you in place.
Was it wrong for him to picture his student like that?
Yeah...
Well, he didn't care.
So when you squealed and turned away, he feigned all the innocence he didn't have, "oh sweets, I'm—I'm so sorry. You should've knocked."
You apologised again, stuttering and stammering as your thoughts were clouded by, hopefully, the sight of his fist dragging up and down his cock, the tip peeking through each time, and he just shook his head and beckoned you over.
"You gonna tell anyone about this?" His blue eyes scanned your face, the way your eyes couldn't meet his even if you tried, or the way you bit your bottom lip in... anxiety? arousal? He couldn't tell. Not yet.
Two fingers tip your chin up, forcing you to meet his unwavering gaze.
"tell me... you gonna open that pretty mouth and snitch on me?"
"No professor... I— I won't." Your voice was trembling, weak, needy.
He nodded, all things falling in their place exactly like he once dreamed of.
"Such a good girl for your professor."
Ever the star student, you smiled brightly. Though your eyes kept straying down to the still hard cock that his pants barely concealed.
He liked that look.
He liked that a whole lot.
And he knew he had you in his hold now. And he knew you knew too.
"Now, if I put my hand down those panties, which I now are fucking soaked, will you stop me?" His grip on your jaw tightened, light enough that in theory, it's shouldn't matter.
But it did.
Thumb stroking your trembling bottom lip, he leaned in closer, soft lips brushing your ear, "Speak up now, sweet girl. Use your big words."
Your cheeks were burning. His touch felt like a hot knife, eyes piercing into your soul like a dagger. It felt like he could read the words before your mouth could even take their shape.
"No. I won't tell..."
The word left like a breath held too long, and he swallowed it down like it was the first breath he took in years. His lips met yours in a clash of restraint and hunger unleashed. His hand roamed your back until he cupped your ass, squeezing the plush as he groaned in your mouth.
He nipped at your bottom lip and soothes the sting with his tongue. "Fuck, you're so sweet...gonna taste you proper now."
He picked you up and settled you on his desk, right on top of the papers he was "grading".
He kissed you once more, chuckling at your dazed expression, chest panting and hands twitching.
He removed his coat— thick arms threatening to tear through the sleeves of the cotton shirt he wore—and draped it across his chair.
He slowly stepped close back to the desk, placing his hands on your thighs, stroking the soft stockings that adorned your pretty legs. "I dream about this every single night," he rasped, "my hand just doesn't feel good enough."
He knelt down on the floor—a man worshipping sin itself— and dragged the lace down your legs, kissing every inch of skin exposed.
He lazily stroked his fingers over the wetness seeping through the cotton, rubbing over your clit and dipping into your hole.
He kept his eyes between your legs; witnessing a miracle he didn't know he could hold in his hands.
When your hips twitched up, seeking more of the delicious friction, his gaze snapped to yours. Smirking, he cooed, "Yeah? You like that? Your professor giving you a helping hand?"
"Professor...please," you whined, and who was he to refuse your sweet voice begging for his touch.
He tore the panties straight down the middle, the sound echoing in the small wooden office.
He pressed small kisses along your inner thigh, sucking bruises into soft skin, his depraved mind working overtime. Having you at his mercy, all the things he could do to your body...
He pressed a peck to your clit, looking up at you as you held your breath in anticipation.
"You really are my best student..."
He licked up and down your folds, drinking in your nectar like a man starved. Your hands pulled at his hair at their own accord as he took your clit between his lips, the overwhelming sensations making your brain swim in delight.
"So fucking sweet doll. Kept this pussy hidden from me... all this time when you were sitting there all pretty, nodding along to whatever I said...you kept this hidden from me."
"Please..." you pulled his face back to your weeping pussy, and he nuzzled into your heat like the good professor he is.
His finger traced your lips before pushing in just the tip, and you sobbed his name—a woman possessed.
He pulled away, beard wet and lips shining with the evidence of your pleasure, "gotta keep quiet sweetheart. As much as I like your voice, I don't want others to join in. You're all mine now... have been since the moment you walked in."
He tugged at his tie, swearing under his breath when it didn't come undone like it usually did.
Finally, finally, when he was free from the hold of the silk, he stood up, rolling it between his hands. "Open wide, sweets. Can't risk it, huh?"
You opened, and he spit onto your tongue, the taste of you and him together making your head spin. His lips curved into a devilish smile as he watched his pretty girl be so good for him.
He put the tie between your teeth, the silk smooth against your tongue. You gagged lightly when he pushed it in deeper and he tsked, "gotta make sure it works right, can't have my star student getting caught dirty.."
When he was done tweaking along the makeshift gag, he smiled—all proud of his debauchery.
His fingers travelled down south again, pushing in to the knuckle. Your back arched as you whined into the fabric, holding onto his broad shoulders to stay upright.
He wasted no time fucking you with his fingers now, going in and out at just the right pace, fingers curling just right into the sweet spot that no one has ever been able to reach.
Your eyes rolled back into your head when he brought his thumb up to rub circles at your clit, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine, each nerve ending alive and oh so awake.
You moaned, high-pitched and needy, and it was almost too loud even with the tie on, too loud that he had to press a kiss to your lips—his tie still caught between—to remind you to keep it low, to keep the both of you hidden from prying ears.
His fingers sped up and his lips moved to your neck, tongue dragging across the expanse of your throat and you could do nothing more than let him take what he wanted—licking and sucking at your pulse point, sure to leave the mark of his presence for days to come.
You were dancing right on the edge, too close to the sweet, sweet release only Bucky could give you now.
Your toes curled and your thighs shook, closing around his hand—trapping him in or begging him to stop, you didn't know. Not yet.
"You gonna come princess, let go... I'm here. Come for me...make a mess on my desk," lips placing soft kisses on your temple, hands never losing their rhythm.
You came with a broken sob, clinging to him like a lifeline, the only that kept you from floating away.
"that's it...such a good girl, so good f'me... so pretty like this..."
When your senses came back, your mind finally back in the small wooden office, did you realise what exactly you did—who exactly you did it with.
Was it wrong for you to do this with your professor?
Yeah...
Well, you didn't care.
I kept picturing him talking like snape at the start lmao.. "Turn..... to.....page.....394" 😭😭😭💔
I don't know why I keep writing everything other than working on my actual fics, but.... I'm also having fun.
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Babes™ and Sexting. how do they do it? do they send their pictures too or just drool over the ones you send them? do they praise you and beg you for more? or just order you to do so?
Hahah the terror balance needs to be maintained 😂
I think we can all agree that Ari is a slut and would have no shame sending nude photos to you, if you asked. In the beginning, he might send some very mild ones, not to freak you out, just to tease you. He would never send a 🍆-pic without your approval (no babe would) but when he does just the sight of it makes you 💦
Bucky would be very blunt, not much nuance, more like I would love to fuck your tits, after you send him a pic of your boobs in your new push up bra.
Steve wants to build anticipation, he likes the thought of you home alone waiting for him wet and ready. He describes in detail what he wants to do to you, asking if you're going to behave, be good for him, or if he's gonna have to punish you. You can barely concentrate on work on those days.
Andy wants control, telling you what to do. Take a pic of yourself on all fours, ass towards the camera. And when you ask for something in return, he doesn't mind locking the door to his office and taking a pic of the outline of his hard cock through his slacks, or take it out and show you just how hard and leaking you make him.
