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Happy Hoelidays Challenge

Shameless hoes, gather ‘round for some exciting news! @navybrat817​ @donutloverxo​ and I are hosting a Happy Hoelidays Challenge for this festive time of year! Here are the deets to participate:

When: December 1-31

What: Fics or headcanons about any Chris Evans character, Henry Cavill character, or Marvel character using one (or more!) of the prompts below.

Rules, posting info, & prompts under the cut!

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Finally!! Part 2 of the stalking game is here! Im a very slow writer and my editor has a busy life so thank you for waiting for my dingy little story!

Warnings: mentions of previous stalking, and a little bit of smut!

Sticky.

That’s the first thing Steve feels when his eyes slide open. He almost wishes this was new.

He can't stop thinking about that night, waking up with spunk in his night shorts and his heart beating a mile a minute. Some dame liked him, liked him enough to stick him up and demand his cock...but then she goes and demands he forget everything!

He could never forget how hot and wet her mouth was. Not in a million years. Could never forget the sounds she made as she sucked on him, moaning like he was spilling a malt shake from his tip.

He wanted to tell her sorry for grabbing her hair like that. Wanted to apologize for goin’ so hard in her mouth. She'd sounded a little hoarse when she spoke after, before she started runnin’ away.

He'd followed after, or tried to after he got his pants from 'round his knees, but she was long gone--only an echo of footsteps. Times like that made him ache with envy; he knew his weak body wasn’t up to a chase.

Steve was drivin’ Bucky crazy lately. After weeks of getting caught spacin’ out, Steve finally confessed, turning red as a fire engine. Bucky clapped him so hard on his back he had a coughing fit.

Bucky sat down, pulling a bottle of whisky out of his coat and grinning. "A little odd yeah, but a fella oughta celebrate gettin his first blowie--and in public at that! Steve, you dog!"

“Celebrating,” as Bucky deemed it, was getting Steve piss drunk and laughing at him. That was the plan until Steve kept rantin’ and ravin’ about this mystery gal who drained his heart and his balls.

The more Bucky listened to his punk friend, the more a few flickers of memory began to take hold: images of white fabric stretched over brown skin. He was too drunk to do more than laugh at his punk friend that night, but as the morning sun glared through the kitchen window the next day, the memory came back to him clearly. Bucky turned to Steve, who was already three sheets to the wind. "Hey, Stevie, this girl a yours... She a spade?"

"I dont know, Buck! It was dark! " he slurred with a strong grip on his cheap hooch. "What i wouldn't give to do it again. I shoulda grabbed her...Shoulda turned her over my knee and gave her the spanking her daddy never could.... She has the nicest ass, Buck! It bounced when she.... When she ran away..." He began to ramble then, taking another deep swig of his only comfort.

Rolling his eyes, Bucky thought back awhile ago. He remembered seeing some colored gal in their neighborhood, which was odd enough, but seeing her almost stare a hole in the back of Steve's head was even odder. He had seen her a few more times here and there, which at first put him at ease. Maybe she had a job there? But he soon realized she always had an eye on Steve and if she ever caught eyes with Bucky, she would scurry away. He couldnt remember her face exactly, but it was a bit of a stretch, a fella having two stalkers.

Bucky wrestled the bottle of hooch from the smaller man and was met with a slurred protest, but it had to be done. He'd had nearly half the bottle drowning his sorrows, and for a man of his size that was more than enough.

"Listen to me, ya little drunkard! I may have seen this girl 'a yours before."

Steve didn't remember much about that night, but he when he heard Bucky's rushed words about the colored gal he'd seen watching him, he was positive: it had to be her!

Brooklyn was big enough on its own, but extending his search to Harlem now made the task of finding her even more impossible. Laying back down on his bed with a huff, he pulled his treasure out from under his almost flat pillow, one of the scarves she'd tied his arms together with. Bringing it to his nose, he could still catch a faint whiff of vanilla and another mysterious scent.

He wasn't giving up! One day he'd find her! What he would do then, he had no clue, but it didnt sit right with him letting this go. She'd made him a man, given him the gift of her mouth and hands, and stolen his heart all in one night. He'd find her...and return the favor.

Even when the news about the war hit and the great drafting began, he never forgot. Even when Dr. Erskine changed his life and made him into a man any woman would fawn over, Steve never forgot.

Determined not to let her slip away, Steve tightened his grip on the girl's wrist. Finally he had her! He felt a savage sense of pride, and he was grinning like a maniac while dragging her along to his private tent. Being Captain America had its perks. Glancing back, he could see her face through her loosened hair. She looked half frightened and half disbelieving. He could only grin harder and pick up the pace. His tent was placed near the edge of their encampment closest to the trees, and when they reached the front flap, he all but tore it open to toss her onto his plush little cot. She bounced a bit and tried to right herself, but he was on her before she could even turn over.

Grabbing her wrists in just one of his huge hands, he reached beaneath his pillowed and pulled out a scrap of fabric. He secured her wrists to the wooden bedposts and took a moment to look her over. Her eyes were wide and her nostrils flared, but it didn't detract much from her looks. His dame was a looker.

As her chest heaved against her nurses uniform, he couldn't help but remember how they had felt pressed against him their first night together. Same with her riot of bunched up curls. Twining his fingers into her hair, he ignored her sqwauking and grabbed a fistful. Leaning down to sniff at her ended any remaining doubts. Her hair carried the same scent as the scarves she'd left that night. He had draped the bits of fabric over his face as he rubbed one out so many nights; he would know that smell anywhere.

"I know you remember me, honey, just the same way I couldn't forget you," he rasped into her ear. "You dont know what you did to me that night. You changed me, honey. And then you ran away. Wasn't very nice of you. Today you can't run away though. It's my turn, doll."

Her eyes widened. " I.... I don't know what your talkin' about, Captain, Sir, I swear! I-"

"My buddy saw you, doll. Watching me. Followin' me. Scamperin' around like a scared alley cat. No need to lie to me, sugar pie."

She stopped jabberin' and her eyes got even bigger. He couldn't help the smirk that curled his lips. She looked ready to bolt, and he had no doubt she'd've tried if he hadn't tied her down first thing. Her lips trembled and her eyes started to water.

For a minute he wondered how she must feel. She'd gone goofy over him when he was no taller than her and couldn't so much as hold a bucket of water.

Now he was massive compared to her--a real big six. But he'd put his little bunny's fears to rest. He was the same ol' Steve, just bigger and more capable. He'd show her just how capable, too.

Stroking her face gently to calm her, he used a thumb to wipe away a tear. "You treated me real good that night, sugar. I'm not gonna hurt you for givin' me a gift like that. I just want a chance to return the favor is all."

Sitting up on his knees, he loomed over her and could almost hear her heart skip a beat. She looked so small like this, not the vixen of his dreams, but more like an angelic gift from above. His ma had raised him to appreciate all the gifts of the good lord, and she wouldn't be any different.

Holding her thighs open, he gazed at her secret place. Her little honey pot was over flowing and leaving spots of wetness on his sheets. He glanced up at her and smirked a bit; it was finally his turn to return the favor. Bucky had told him one time about a thing he did for special dames. How it drove 'em wild and made them shiver outta their drawers the next time he'd see 'em.

Well, his girl was special, and the aroma coming off her sweet southern lips was mouthwatering already. Giving her one last glance, he dipped his head and gave his first lick. The screech she let out could have scared Earth off its axis. "Quiet down, doll! Won't look too good if anyone comes snoopin', and I'll be damed if I don't get my turn."

He was done talkin'. Using one of his thumbs to part her lips, he licked and sucked to his heart's content. Touching her little button made her buck into his face, and sticking his tongue inside her made her thighs fall open.

He was in heaven. His groans got louder as he slid his hands under her and cupped her soft cheeks, bringing her even closer to his mouth. He drank from her like a thirsty pup.

A sharp pain from his head made him look up. She'd managed to squirm a wrist free and was attempting to hold his head in place. "Inside. Put your fingers inside me. Please...Stevie!" Hearing her shudder out his name like that lit a fire in him.

"I'll do you one better, doll," he rasped out. Setting her back down, he quickly spun her around so she layed on her stomach and her gorgeous ass faced up. Palming her cheeks again, he couldn't help but give her a little slap and watch her flesh move.

He dropped a hand to his fly, undid it, and shimmied his pants down. He remembered another little gift of hers and chuckled, "Last time you told me I shoulda warned you about my cock, well, doll, this is your warning. ALL of me went through a change."

She shivered and looked back over her shoulder. He was already impressive before his sudden growth spurt., but now she couldn't help the flash of fear that ran through her as she looked at his intimidating length.

She remembered licking at her fingers for another taste of him after she'd run away. Waking up from her throes of rapture, she had dreamed of getting him inside her. She steeled herself, and as she sent up a quick prayer for gentleness, she arched her back. She looked back and met his eyes.

"Go ahead and ruin me, Captain Rogers. I've been your girl far longer than you know. Don't keep me waiting anymore, please."

A sharp slap on her ass made her yelp again before steve's large hand came to cover her mouth. Sending a sharp slap to both of her cheeks again he let out a shuddering sigh as he groped her squeezed her ass.

Raining a few more slaps down he shook himself a bit, she that was just as soft as he had imagined. Pulling his hand from her mouth he gripped her hips and teased his tip against her soft wet little cunt.

"Doll baby you don't know what you just did do ya? Your working me up so much, showin' me this gorgeous ass and offering yourself up like that? I'd be a sinner and an idiot not to take what my girls givin' to me"

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Breeding Season: One Shot

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Pairng: Steve Rogers X OFC Werewolf X Bucky Barnes

Warnings: LEMONS!

Summary: OFC is a werewolf in search of the perfect man or this case werewolf to mate with to carry on her blood line. What is supposed to be a quick fuck turns into a night that leads to another possible suitor and father. Will she be able to continue her life as a lone wolf or did she bite off more than she can chew?

A/N: Just lemons, all the smut. This is a werewolf AU, the Avengers are a pack; and yep you guessed it, Steve is the pack leader and Bucky is his second! I never mention a name so take this as a reader insert if you like. THIS IS NOT A ABO FIC! >😉

Words: +3,600

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It was time for her to pass on inheritances to the next generation before she was past her prime. All female werewolves, especially the lone one’s, knew when it was time to breed, to leave a legacy before moving on and living out the rest of her life; alone. Her impending, heat, she guessed it would be called had brought her here to the Avengers compound. More specifically after one blond soldier in particular, knowing Steve Rogers had the genetics to sustain the next generation.

A charity ball was the perfect time to find her target, take what was needed and leave before sunrise. Bedding the pack leader would be enough, she would be gone the instant they had finished. Entering into the compound dressed in a dark cocktail dress that accentuated thick curves, scent disguised by soaps and perfumes so no one would be none the wiser.

Quickly spotting the well-built blond sitting at the bar and making her way to him. Carefully she danced lithe fingers over strong shoulders the moment he caught her scent. Steve turning to look at her, baby blues flashing with reflected light the instant they laid on her thick frame and gracing her with a smile.

“Evening captain,” the woman began, moving in a way that told him she was there for one thing and it appeared he was going to grant it to her quicker than suspected. The blown look of his pupils had her wondering if he had caught scent of what she was, only well-bred wolves where this confident.

Taking the barstool next to him but leaving her hand on his arm, she couldn’t help but relish in the warmth pouring off the well-built alpha along with the smirk he gave her. Watching pupils swallow any color that may have remained, surprising her as without a word Steve took the hand resting on his forearm in a heated calloused one while getting to his feet. The blond was quick to tug the thick framed woman with him, darting around others who were in attendance but ignored them in favor of pulling the woman down the corridor to the elevator.

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