At Last

At Last

Stucky x reader

Summary: After a really long mission, Y/N decided to surprise her boys with a treat.

WARNING: ❗️SMUT; oral ( m and f receiving), anal, bondage, ETC.

IT HAD BEEN ALMOST A MONTH SINCE Y/N had been touched. It was aggravating and sexually frustrating as she would spend countless nights in bed alone.

She understood that her boyfriends had their missions, they were Captain America and the Winter Soldier, she knew what they had to do. She also knew that there would be times that they would be gone.

But recently it was mission, after mission, after mission, and she could tell the boys were so tired. They way they walked in and barely could keep their eyes open until they landed on the bed with a thud and sleep. she didn’t want them to feel bad and she decided to take it into her own hands.

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𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘺 ; 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺

summary: “oh princess, is stevie's cock making you dumb? ya’ looking real distracted by our dog tags” bucks voice sounded so deep the tease rang in your ears.

warnings: smut, poly!stucky x fem!reader, dumbification, nicknames [baby, princess, dumb baby].

note: I wanted this to be much longer but kinda started to feel burnt out. I don’t know if this is necessary but I feel it is. the very lovely @inklore helped me a lot out with this, she helped me flush the general idea for it out a bit more.

Normally you could focus pretty easily on the blonde and brunette boys, as they hovered over you giving you immense pleasure. The way Bucky's metal hand clasps around your throat and Steve’s large hands rub circles on your hips.

That was until the week the boys both decided, they missed the feeling of their military dog tags decorating their necks. Not that they had noticed just yet but you’d been distracted ever since then. The way the metal tags looked against Steve’s slightly pale chest, and Bucky’s slightly tanner chest was driving you crazy. The shine they let off when the light would hit them had you quite un focused as well. Seeing the metal tags worn around their necks reminded you so much of all they had been through. You tried your hardest to hide it, knowing they’d tease you for it.

It didn’t take long before you had gotten so entranced by the shine that you forgot to hide it.

Your head rested on Bucky's ridge thigh as Steve’s thick and long cock dragged against your walls. “Look at her Stevie being such a good girl for us” the brunette man praised through a grunt as his hand fisted at his throbbing cock.

“God she feels so good babe, feels like she’s milkin’ my cock” the blonde growled as his hands slid up your bare body and palm over your breasts. It had stopped their bouncing from the momentum of Steve’s rough thrusts. He hadn’t been inside you long but merely the feeling of his cock thrusting inside had your mind already going hazy.

You whine and push your ass back, meeting his thrusts the more spacey your head becomes. Your eyes were glued shut, soaking in all your pleasure your body was receiving. Until you hear the noise of Steve’s dog tags clanking against one another, when he thrusts his hips unexpectedly hard against yours.

You take in the image of his body hovering over yours before your eyes are glued to the shiny metal. You watch intently as they swag back and forth, listening to how they clank against one another. You were clenching down around Steve harder now without noticing. “Fuck princess, you want daddy’s cum that bad huh baby? Fuck didn’t think you could squeeze me any more than you already were” Steve groans as his head falls back and his eyes screw shut. He was trying his hardest not to cum too fast, though it was quite difficult.

His words along with Bucky's grunts and small moans simply go in one ear and out the other.

Your eyes are only pulled away from Steve’s when you catch a glimpse of the light shining off Bucky’s. Your eyes shifted to the boy's body, hovering over your own meaning the tags were in much easier view. You barely registered the words that left the burnettes mouth from your head being so deep in subspace. “Oh princess, is stevie's cock making you dumb? Ya’ looking real distracted by our dog tags” Bucks voice sounded so deep the tease rang in your ears. He was matching the pace of his hand to Steve’s thrusts which had slowed down. “No-no It’s not” you manage to mutter out through moans as well as embarrassment.

It wasn’t hard to tell you were lying, not with the way your face heated up and your eyes couldn’t even leave the tags. “Now you’re lying huh princess? You can’t even look at buck.” Steve chimed in now with the teasing. “That dumb little baby brain of yours is distracted by the shiny metal isn’t it?” Steve questioned though he and Bucky both knew the answer. It was meant more to taunt you.

Without thinking, as you couldn’t seem to do much of that in the moment you give an eager nod in response instead of denying it again. “Use your words baby” You didn’t need to look at the brunette's face to know he was smirking. Their teasing only seemed to tighten the knot in your stomach faster. “Th-they’re shiny and I missed the feeling of the cold metal pre-pressed against my skin when one of you is on top of me” you manage to make it through your stuttering and small whines from Steve’s now painfully slow thrusts.

“Like this baby? Did the dumb little baby want this?” Steve taunts as he leans his body down so his sweaty chest is pressed against yours. The cold metal settled between your breasts and against your stomach. You couldn’t seem to form anymore words, not from the way Steve’s swollen tip was kissing your cervix he was so deep. Or the way Bucky had grabbed your hand, using it to jerk off his pulsing cock instead of his own. “Bite onto mine princess, to keep your pretty mouth busy too” bucky instructed as could barely make words out. Your hand was going at a much faster pace than he did, and felt oddly so much better than his own. You bite down on the brunettes' dog tags that hovered over your flushed face.

“Our dumb little princess” are the lasts words you mange to absorb coming from both of the boys mouths. Before you're completely lost in the pleasure and your mind descends deep into sub space.

note: this is my first ever stucky fic so hope you all enjoyed. sorry it isn’t very long and Is kinda bad!

Your Steve Rogers size kink fic was literally perfection! Do you think maybe you could do a short continuation of it? Like what happened next? Pretty please!

This is a sequel to my dark!Steve Rogers size kink drabble. It would make more sense if you read that before you read this, but either way it doesn't matter hehe.

WARNING: EXTREME NONCON, SOMNO, DADDY!KINK, SIZE KINK, DARK STEVE ROGERS. MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT.

Steve is rapidly losing his patience with you. And okay, so… maybe he deserves it. He knew you weren’t very experienced when it came to sex, and he knew he was a lot bigger than average. He had promised you he’d be gentle, that he’d go easy on you. Above everything, he’d promised you he’d stop if you felt any pain or discomfort.

Well, all of that had gone out the window the moment Steve had bottomed out inside your pussy. And who could blame him? He still remembers how soft, warm and tight you were around his dick, and how painfully hard he was. It’s not Steve’s fault that he lost control, that he fucked you so hard that the bedframe had broken? That you were crying, pushing him away and begging him to stop?

No, Steve remembers not being able to stop even then. And it was so easy to restrain you – he’s so much bigger than you after all. And you’re such a sweet, tiny little thing. Your cries of “Steve, please stop!” and “Steve, it hurts, please!” fell on to deaf ears. But Steve can’t possibly blame himself for not listening to you – your pussy was just too good for him to just stop.

He’d only stilled once he’d spilled his own load inside you. And your poor little pussy looked all raw and used, dripping with his cum, your cum and your blood. But Steve had promised you he’d make it up to you, hadn’t he? It’s not his fault that you had just turned over and cried, ignoring him for the rest of the night.

And you’d forgiven him the next day – of course you had. Steve had cooked breakfast for you, he’d ran you a bath, he’d woken up extra early and bought you flowers and chocolates too. So, you’d forgiven him, and Steve was all prepared to have make up sex. Except you’d told him you weren’t ready to have sex with him again.

“But baby, I said I was sorry! I’ll control myself this time. I’ll be gentle!” Steve tries cajoling you, drawing you into his arms and peppering kisses all over your head.

“I get that, Steve. But you’re so scary when you get like that. You can’t stop yourself, and you’re just so… so big and overpowering. I don’t wanna go through that again.” You speak.

Steve huffs. It’s bad enough he’s had to wait about a month into your relationship for you to finally let him have sex with you. And then the moment he does – and it’s the best fucking sex he’s had in his whole life – he’s now suddenly banned from doing it again. It’s bullshit. You’re his girlfriend. He’s got every right to fuck you whenever he wants and however he wants.

And the fact that you’re so sexy isn’t helping at all. Steve’s in awe of you, how tiny and cute you are and how much it turns him on. He gets hard at every little thing you do – like how you climb up on the kitchen counter to reach the top cabinet because you’re too small to reach it otherwise. Or how you wear his sweatshirts and they reach almost down till your knees, with the overlong sleeves flapping around.

And it’s fucked up to say it – but he even finds it hot how you now flinch around him. How, because of what happened last night, you find him so big, powerful and imposing that you shrink whenever he comes near you. Like a little lamb cowering in front of the big bad wolf. Even when he holds you in his lap, kissing you and reassuring you, he can feel your little body shaking in his arms.

And all it does is turn him on more.

Steve makes his way up to the bedroom around midnight – it’s been a long day and the fact that he won’t get any gratification from you makes it seem even longer. And there you are, lying on the bed – he threw out the one that broke and the two of you are making do with the bed from the guest bedroom at the moment.

And you look so sweet, lying there on your stomach, with only one of his white t-shirts covering your body. It’s gigantic on you, but that just makes him harder than he already is. Your legs are bare, and Steve can’t help but lick his lips. It’s only been twenty-four hours, but he misses your naked body.

Before he knows what he’s doing, he’s lifted up the hem of the t-shirt, lifted it all the way up till it’s bunched around your waist. And the sight of your naked lower body bathed in moonlight sends thrills straight down to his dick. He can’t help but reach out, stroke the smooth expanse of your ass, give it a tiny squeeze, just secretly feel what he should be able to feel as freely as he wants to.

“Mm, Stevie.” You mumble, still fast asleep.

And okay, maybe Steve should’ve stopped right there. But he can’t help it – he owns your body after all. You’re his girlfriend! He’s got every right to do what he does next, doesn’t he? And so he slips his hand down, down to the dip between your legs. And it’s crazy how, even in your sleep, you part your thighs for him, allowing his fingers to squeeze into your tight, warm heat.

Steve smirks. Of course you’re wet. And that just settles it once and for all.

You wake up to the most delicious yet excruciating pain you’ve ever felt. Steve’s dick, hot and hard like a gigantic metal rod, is forcing its way inside you.

“Wha – St-Steve, I – OOHHHH!”

You let out a blood-curdling scream as you regain full consciousness, the feeling of being stuffed full of your boyfriend’s dick immediately registering within you.

“Steve, what are you doing?! It hurts! It hurts!”

“I know you like my dick inside you,” Steve speaks through gritted teeth, grabbing a handful of your hair as he hovers above your body, his other hand controlling your hips as he stuffs his cock inside of you. “Don’t act like you don’t want it, princess. Don’t act like you don’t love being stuffed full with daddy’s dick.”

Garbled cries come from your mouth but Steve’s got your head pressed down against the pillow, muffling anything you say. But the lewd squelch of your pussy tells him you like it, that you love taking him like this. The pillow’s stained with tears and your body’s instinctively trying to get away from him, but he knows you want this. You’re his girlfriend – of course you want this.

“Yeah, that’s right. Just take it. Serves you right for denying me. Daddy could’ve made up for yesterday, fucked you all nice and gentle. But you don’t want that. Not really, because you’re a little slut, aren’t you?” He gives your ass a harsh slap that has you howling into the pillow.

“Take it, baby. Just take my fucking dick. We need to practice stretching out this tiny pussy, don’t we? Don’t worry, we’ve got all night.”

Love on the Brain

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader (OTP)

Words: ~4.1k

Summary: You meet the oldest member of Ransom’s family and make quite an impression, changing your dynamics with the rest of the Thrombey brood.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (semi-public sex, f receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, Ransom being very possessive over a specific body part, cock warming, dirty talk), soft Ransom, fluff, Thrombey family drama, these two idiots being in love and slowly killing all of us, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: This one was already mostly finished before I started my drabble challenge so I took a quick minute to polish it up. I can’t stand how cute I’ve made them you guys but I also can’t stop myself, so I’m sorry, but you’re all going to suffer with me.

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Divider by @firefly-graphics

“And keep your foot on the clutch while you press the brake until we’re fully stopped.” Ransom was grinning at you as you put the beemer in park. “Babe, you’re a fucking natural.”

“I am, right?” You pulled the keys out of the ignition and returned his smile. “I cannot believe that massive ego of yours is actually letting me drive your precious baby. Hugh, no!”

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yours, mine, ours

Warning: non-con/dub-con smut, pure cruel filth, threesome, oral receiving (f & m), hint of misogyny, degrading, overstimulating, multiple orgasms, praise, spanking the kitty, spanking in general, anal as punishment, anal play, hair pulling, slapping, face riding

part 2 to potential breed, or can stand alone.

Word Count: 4.4k

If you have gotten this far, it means you have read and understood my warnings. I AM NOT responsible for your consumption. Don’t read if you are sensitive to any of the warnings. 

a/n: I’ve been beyond excited for this sequel so I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it! <3 

tag list: @syrenavenger , @iwannabekilledtwice​ , @blackksunflower12 , @buckysdxll

Once he had you, you were his. He stopped at nothing to take you every chance he could, fucking you whenever he found a window of opportunity. 

You made every attempt to try and cover up in hopes to steer him away, but it didn’t. You could not wear your shorts the same after you realized the effect they had on him. You could not do your job properly after you realized the effect you had on him. 

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SHE SHOULD HAVE CALLED A FUCKING UBER 🥲

The Contract

Chapter Two: The Game Begins

18+

"At first, you'll find it exhilarating, and you'll even get off on it, but it'll get to a point when you're terrified for your fucking life. And you'll beg me to stop. But I won't stop, little girl. I'll never stop."

You begin to grow comfortable with the stranger's dark presence in your life, but he's growing bored of watching from the shadows.

Content Warning: Dark!Stalker!Steve x Reader, mature themes, upsetting themes, age gap (around 20 years), stalking, sexual language, masturbation, mention of sex.

THIS SERIES CONTAINS DARK MATERIAL AND DEPICTS UNHEALTHY BEHAVIORS WITHOUT OUTWARDLY CONDEMNING THEM, ALONG WITH THE GLAMORIZATION AND SEXUALIZATION OF STALKING. PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE READING IF IT IS LIKELY THAT YOU WILL BE TRIGGERED BY THE AFOREMENTIONED TOPICS, OR UNDER THE AGE OF 18.

⫷ Chapter One

Weeks pass by and you almost forget about the contract you signed, until the man himself contacts you one Tuesday morning. You're making yourself breakfast, treating yourself with hash browns and eggs on your day off.

Unknown

Hello, Persephone.

I have to admit, it was a little more difficult than I anticipated to track down your number. But then I snooped around the database at the Lunar Realm and I got all the information I needed.

You gasp, feeling your heart race at the mention of your workplace. Admittedly, it feels exhilarating to know that he's trying to trace you - in fact, he's already done so.

Now, though, is the difficult part. How do you respond? Does he want you to act like you're scared? Like you want him to stop?

Nah. He hasn't earned your fear yet, so you decide to be honest. If anything, it'll get a rise out of him.

You

i would say it's impressive, but anyone with access to the internet would've found me by last week.

Unknown

Oh, I like you. Tell me something, little rabbit.

You

what do you want to know, mister?

Unknown

How were the drinks with Tiegen on Saturday?

That makes you a little nervous - until you remember that you posted about it on Instagram.

You

they were good. a little strong so i capped myself at 3

Unknown

I loved that tiny pink dress you were wearing. Got me so hard, rabbit.

Your legs squeeze together at his message. You didn't post a picture of your outfit that night, which means he had to have been there in person. Instead of finding it creepy, though, you're turned on. Shit, you're fucked up.

You

yeah? you should've come over and said hi.

Unknown

You're a lot younger than I anticipated.

Not yet, little one. Don't be impatient.

Enjoy the drink I sent you?

You

that was you?

Unknown

You think any other man would look at you and see a woman worth sending a drink to? Don't be so vain.

I wouldn't have bothered with the drink if all I wanted was to fuck you, slut.

Mean. But it still makes your thighs squeeze together.

Unknown

You

really ? how old are you

Unknown

Much older than you.

Once again, his words turn you on, and you curse yourself for being such a freak. Harley was right. You're way past the point of salvation. So, you might as well have fun. Saving his number, you smile to yourself, excited.

You

how old?

Stalker<3

I'm around twice your age, little rabbit.

You

so, you're a dirty old man.

Stalker<3

And you're a naughty little girl who's in way over her head. This should be fun.

He doesn't directly contact you much after the initial text conversation for the next two weeks, which makes sense. His job is to discreetly stalk you, after all, so most of the communication happens in subtle ways.

A drink at a bar sent to you from a mysterious gentleman. Flowers sent anonymously to your door. He even goes so far as to take pictures of you on your morning runs and send them to you, often paired with a caption about how horny it makes him to watch you when you have no idea.

And frankly, it makes you horny too.

The crumbs of dirty talk he gives you are more than enough fuel for your lonely nights, touching yourself to the thought of a stranger whose face you've never even seen before. Whenever you're in public, you feel alight with adrenaline. He could be here, right now, watching you.

For the first time in a long time, you feel alive.

One evening on your way home from work, you check your mailbox to see a rabbit's foot on a key chain. Attached to it is a note, which reads, 'Some people believe a rabbit's foot brings good luck. It's a little late for luck for you, but I thought you might appreciate the gesture. I caught this one myself.'

Some of the fur is matted with dried blood, making you grimace. It must be one of those fake ones, painted to look real. Though you're impressed that he's gone to all this effort, you immediately toss the foot into the garbage. The fact that he was outside your house makes you buzz with nerves. He was here. Instead of being scared, though, you're only excited.

The second you enter your home, you get a text.

Stalker<3

You looked so fucking gorgeous today.

That skirt is my favorite thing on you. Just wanted to rip it off.

Biting your lip, you feel the wetness pool between your legs. You rush up the stairs and into your bedroom before taking off your skirt and getting onto your bed.

You

yeah? and what would you do to me then?

It's a bold move, but you need more than just subtle messages.

Stalker<3

Trust me, little rabbit, you don't want to know.

The edge to the tone of his texts only makes you hornier as you slip your hand under the waistband of your panties.

You

i'm wet

Stalker<3

Is that right?

You

really fucking wet

Stalker<3

Are you touching yourself, little girl?

You

yes

Stalker<3

That's a good girl. I knew you were a slut the second you messaged me.

Touching yourself to the thought of an old man like me fucking you?

"Oh, fuck," You whisper as you start to rub your clit, bucking your hips up against your fingers.

Stalker<3

Fucking you until you cry?

You

yes sir

Stalker<3

You naughty little thing. Breaking you down is going to be so much fun.

You

i wanna cum

Stalker<3

Not until I give you permission.

You

please sir

Stalker<3

Send me a picture.

You're a little put off by his request, the idea of sending a stranger nudes scaring you.

Stalker<3

You don't get to cum until you send daddy a picture of your fingers stuffed in that pretty cunt.

"Oh, my God," You practically moan out loud, taken over by desire. Fear ignored, you pull off your panties and slide your fingers inside you, wincing at the intrusion. You take a picture before sending it to him, your stomach flipping.

A few moments later, he replies.

Stalker<3

Absolutely gorgeous. So fucking wet for daddy, aren't you?

You

all for you

Stalker<3

Does it make you horny, knowing I've been watching you all day?

You

yes daddy

Stalker<3

And that I'm watching you right now?

Pausing, you hold your breath. He's bluffing. There's no way he'd be able to see you; the only thing outside your window is a big, oak tree. Just play along.

You

makes me so wet, daddy

Stalker<3

So gorgeous, the way you rub yourself so desperately. So eager to cum.

You

please daddy let me cum

Stalker<3

Not yet. I'm enjoying watching the look on your face too much for it to end just yet. Keep going.

Who are you thinking about?

You

only you

Stalker<3

Yeah? You like the thought of a dirty old man like me watching you play with yourself?

You

yes sir

Stalker<3

You love it, don't you? A stranger watching your every move.

You're never truly alone, little rabbit.

You

please daddy

Stalker<3

Please, what?

You

please can i cum

He purposely waits three minutes before replying, during which you sit on the precipice of your orgasm, burning with frustration. When he does finally reply, your back arches as you have the most intense climax you've ever had during masturbation.

Stalker<3

Cum.

Once again, he doesn't contact you much after that, and two weeks pass by with minimal communication between you. You know he's still around, though, from the little notes you find on your car's windscreen and even sometimes in your locker at the gym.

You've felt a lot lighter since he came into your life; like you have a new purpose. For once, you feel like you truly matter to someone. It's making you more pleasant to be around, which your friends and coworkers have all noticed. Your self-confidence is sky-high and you feel entirely desirable. Like nothing in the world could dull your high.

Steve Rogers is feeling good, too. Great, even. Marvelous.

A part of him was sceptical of the contract. How could stalking someone have the same effect if they were in on it? If they were aware of it, and even into it?

But you came along and you were perfect. Didn't even read the damn thing before signing away your freedom. Your privacy.

"Saturday, July 16th," He says into the voice recorder from his seat on the bench opposite the big slide. "The bunny rabbit is working. Wearing a lime green bikini and those cute, cargo shorts. The ones that are tight around her ass." He loves when you're working the water rides, but the little space cadet costume you wear when working the rollecoasters is a sight for sore eyes, too.

Steve watches as you help a group of kids scramble out of the pool and back onto land, asking if they had fun and telling them they did a good job with the slide. A man walks up to you and pats your ass while whispering into your ear, after which you walk away from the ride. Steve dislikes Martin, but his flirting is harmless. For now.

"Home time for bunny rabbit," Steve mutters into the recorder, before glancing down at his watch. "Her car's still in the garage. I wonder if she'll get the bus home or spoil herself and get an Uber," He contemplates, standing up and slowly following you to the staff room. "Bus, and I'll go home. If she gets an Uber, I'm fucking her tonight," He decides, getting a thrill from the small game.

He waits until you leave the staff room and make your way to the exit, before pulling your phone out. His cock stirs. Are you calling an Uber? Is tonight the night?

But after scrolling and typing, you zip up your parka and walk over to the bus stop. Steve sighs and puts away his voice recorder.

Not tonight.

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