Summertime Sadness .3.
summertime sadness .3.
first day

Sequel to kiss me in the d-a-r-k
Part 1 Part 2 (masterlist under construction)
Warnings: dub con sex (intercourse, oral)
This is dark!(dad)Steve and dark(professor!)Bucky explicit. 18+ only.
Summary: You start your new job as you juggle the men in your life.
Note: back at it again with part 3. I’ll keep y'all updated about a possible new posting schedule and an announcement regarding Patreon. Apparently writing every day and stressing myself out is not good for my mental health lmao. But I’m enjoying this one and I’m not sure yet if we’re gonna be able to stick to 6 parts. Bon appetit. 💋
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You woke to the buzzer. You rolled over and grabbed you phone from the table. Your voice was thick and groggy as you answered it.
“Hello?” You nearly coughed through your dry throat.
“Delivery,” The monotone response came.
“Okay,” You shook your head confused and hit the button to let him up.
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