Chris Evans & CO

Part two of the Lavender Marriage au! Considered adding smut to this but I chickened out lmao if the ending is abrupt it’s because of that 🙂‍↕️

The four men are fuming.

Since witnessing the lip-lock battle, they’ve been stewing in barely-contained anger. Every time they see you- on your porch in one of those sweet sundresses, humming to yourself as you water the flower boxes or hand them freshly-baked cookies- they’re consumed by a burning desire to tell you the “truth” about your cheating husband. But the ring on your finger, and your seemingly cheerful demeanor, stop them every time.

Still, they’re restless. It’s wrong to let you live in ignorance like this. But also, it’s not their business even if they want it- even if they want you. The thought of ruining your cozy life, despite your husband’s unfaithfulness, isn’t an easy one to swallow.

It becomes easier to think of admitting it all to you with each passing day, though.

“He’s walking around like he’s done nothing wrong! The bastard. How does she not see it?” Kyle grumbles, gesturing wildly with his tea mug. He grits his teeth, watching your husband saunter inside the house without offering to help you. He just puts down a plate of steak Kyle knows is too fucking cooked. Heathen. Bastard. Ughhh.

“She’s either blind or loyal to a fault,” Johnny agrees, sprawled out on the couch, looking far more despondent than usual. “Breaks ma bloody heart, lads. She’s makin’ us lemonade an’ cookies, an’ he’s aff canoodlin’ wiith some bloke under her roof.”

Simon grunts, his eyes narrowing as he joins Kyle’s side. “What kind of man cheats on her? She’s…” He trails off, unwilling to finish the sentence, but everyone knows what he means: She’s perfect.

Meanwhile, John leans back in his chair, puffing thoughtfully on a cigar. He’s been unusually quiet, though it’s clear he’s just as agitated, fist clenching on his lap. Finally, he speaks, his tone commanding.

“We wait until he leaves,” he says, much to the others’ dismay. “We don’t meddle now. If she finds out on her own, we’ll be there for her. Until then, we keep our mouths shut.”

The others grumble, but they nod in agreement. For now.

You, meanwhile, are oblivious to the internal warfare raging next door. Your days are filled with your usual routine of pretending to be the dutiful wife, gossiping with the neighborhood ladies, sweetly cooing about your hardworking husband, and pretending you don’t know they will gosspi about you after you leave. On the way, you also deliver a basket of homemade muffins to your handsome neighbors.

Such good men; they didn’t even yet know they were your little kitchen rats to taste-test everything you make for the annual baking contest. This year, that bitch Beatrice will not win and you swore it.

“Oh, these look incredible,” Johnny says when you hand over the basket. He flashes you a cheeky grin, and you can’t help but smile back, cheeks warm. “Y’know, if yer husband does not appreciate all this, I might just have ta steal ye away, lass.”

You laugh, waving off the comment as a joke, but the other three men go rigid. “Not the time, mate.” Kyle mutters, elbowing Johnny, though you really don’t notice. Their house is coming along so nicely and so fast; the perks of having handy men as its owners, you suppose.

Later that day, while you’re trimming the hedges of your precious little garden , you spot Simon working on their roof. You catch him staring at you- not that you blame him, you are wearing your one of cutest skirt and top- and you give him a small wave. He almost falls off the roof even if he does wave back, so you decide to just focus on the damned hedges and hopefully avoid any more incidents.

They’re so distracted by your lovely self that they almost forget their rage toward your husband. Almost. Because just as Price and Johnny are helping you carry bags of groceries back to your house, your husband- traitorous bastard- walks out of the house all patient and whistling.

“Be back soon, honey! You know how long my business trips take.” your husband calls over his shoulder, giving you a quick wink before he hops into a car and drives off.

Unbelievable.

The tension is palpable. John glares. Johnny looks like he’s seconds from sprinting after the car. Simon mutters, “Unbelievable,” under his breath from where he and Kyle are watching from the window.

“Oh dear,” you sigh, though on the inside you are very happy. You know your husband’s boyfriend has a nice surprise picked for him- you helped get it, after all- and now you have the house all to yourself again. Perfect.

You turn to John, batting your lashes up at him and it is as if all his anger melts away. “Be my guests this evening, John? I’d be terribly lonely, all by myself in this big house.”

John really, truly, fucking hates your husband for doing this to a precious, lovely thing like you. But at least it means they’ll be the ones in your company.

“Alright, doll,” he nods, fond as he watches the grin stretch across your face. “Let me just go tell the muppets, then we’ll come by and help.”

“There’s no need-“

“I insist, sweetheart.”

That evening, as promised, the four of them come by to “keep you company” and help. You’re in your element, flitting around the kitchen in an apron as you serve drinks and chatter away, oblivious to the tension radiating from the group. You are practically glowing; your pretty flowers were complimented and the food looks so good you can’t wait to post it on your instagram.

Simon leans against the counter, arms crossed, staring daggers into the walls- into the portraits of you and your husband. Kyle is poking at one of the cookies you made like it’s done something to offend him, his mind adrift. Johnny’s chopping away at vegetables, muttering under his breath and wishing it was something else under his knife. And John? He’s nursing his whiskey like it’s the only thing keeping him sane. It might as well be. You talk so nicely about your husband and what he’s customized for you in the kitchen, still so unaware of the truth.

John contemplates just telling you right then and there, but then it happens.

The front door swings open, and in strolls your husband, laughing loudly with none other than his boyfriend- the one the group saw kissing. They’re holding hands, both grinning like idiots.

“Sorry we’re back so soon!” your husband calls out, completely unbothered by the fact that your house is now hosting four very large, very angry military men. “I forgot my wallet-”

The rest of his sentence dies in his throat when he notices the four men staring at him, expressions ranging from pure disbelief to murderous rage. His boyfriend freezes too, glancing nervously between you and the men like he’s walked into a firing squad.

“What the bloody hell is this?” Johnny practically shouts, pointing between the two men with the knife. “You’ve got the audacity to bring him here? Here?”

Kyle crushes the cookie when he slams his fist on the table, standing abruptly. “Under her roof? After all she’s done for you? Again?”

Simon doesn’t say a word because he truly doesn’t need to- he’s just staring, fists clenched, practically vibrating with barely-contained fury.

John finally speaks, his voice low and dangerous, pulling your surprised self against his side protectively. “You’ve got some confessing to do.”

Your husband just… blinks, then glances at you. “Wait, you didn’t tell them?”

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I didn’t think it would come up like this.”

“Tell us what?” John demands, his tone sharp. He is still glaring at your husband and the boyfriend

You wave your hand dismissively, like this is the most normal thing in the world with a soft sigh. “Oh, we’re not really married for love, John. It’s just for the benefits- y’know, keeping his parents off his back and mine off mine.”

The room falls silent. Dead silent.

“What?” Simon finally growls, his voice low and dangerous. All this time…

Your husband grins sheepishly, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders. “Yeah, I’m gay. This is my boyfriend. He’s great, isn’t he?” He says, kissing his boyfriend’s cheek.

Johnny looks like he’s just been hit with the frying pan the vegetables he’d been chopping was meant to go in. “Yer what?”

Kyle stares at you, wide-eyed. “You knew? This whole time?”

You shrug, popping a cookie into your mouth. Ohh, Beatrice should count her fucking days. “Of course I knew. We planned the whole thing together. It’s not that complicated, really.”

Simon mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like a curse.

“Anyways, we do have places to be,” your husband sighs. “I’ll just get my wallet and leave you all be to your date.” When he returns with his wallet a few minutes later, he kisses your forehead. “Bye, love. I snuck some of the cookies too- Beatrice is absolutely not winning this year, trust me.” And then he leaves at last.

John exhales sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. “Let me get this straight,” he says slowly. “You’re married but it’s just… out of necessity, and you’ve just been… pretending to love him?”

“Exactly!” you say brightly, clapping your hands together. “See? Not so hard to understand.”

The four men just stand there, utterly gobsmacked.

“You mean to tell me,” Johnny starts, pointing an accusatory finger at you after placing the knife down. “that we’ve been stewin’ for weeks over a cheatin’ husband that doesn’t even exist?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” you reply with a giggle, pouring a drink. Your eyes widen then. “But you cannot tell anyone here, in this shitty town, about this!”

“We won’t, love, promise.” Kyle groans, slumping back into his chair. “I need a bloody drink.” And then he perks up when you slide him the drink you just made. “…fucking lifesaver you are, love. Thank you.”

Simon just shakes his head, muttering, “Unbelievable.” under his breath.

John sighs, downing the rest of his whiskey in one go. “You’re going to be the death of us, doll.”

You grin, completely unfazed. “Oh, come on, boys. It’s not that bad.”

The four of them exchange a look- one of disbelief, exasperation, and maybe just a hint of relief. Because as much as they’re reeling from the truth, one thing’s clear: you’re technically single. And that, at least, is something they can work with.

STEVE GETTING JEALOUS BECAUSE EDDIE IS GETTING CLOSE TO YOU SO HE FUCKS YOU AND OVERSTIMULATES YOU AND AFTER YOURE LIKE “what was that for” AND HE TELLS YOU WND YOURE LIKE “you know eddie’s gay right?”

(just an fyi, in this eddie would be okay with you telling ppl obvi)

Bitter - Steve Harrington x Reader

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word count: 2.6k

summary: Steve has always been jealous of your relationship with Eddie, convinced he was in love with you. When you take Eddie to a party, his jealously goes wild, making sure Eddie knows exactly who is your boyfriend.

warnings: steve harington x fem!reader, gay!eddie munson x fem!reader (platonic), SMUTT, unprotected sex, fingering, choking, squirting, overstim, multiple orgasms, semi-public sex, car sex

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You and Eddie were good friends- you’d go as far as to call him your best friend. Regardless of what people said about him, you knew how sweet he was, how kind, how goddamn funny he was. It wasn’t exactly a new thing for people to think you two were dating- many people asked you if you were. But you always shut them down, telling them the two of you were, and will only be, friends.

One thing that made you certain that Eddie didn’t have feelings for you, was him coming out to you. It was very late at night, the two of you higher than the goddamn Sun when he admitted it to you. Obviously, you understood why he was so apprehensive about telling you, in a town like this- anyone gay would HAVE to assume everyone was homophobic to survive.

But you never really got the anger surrounding gay people, they’re just trying to love who they love. How would that be different from a man and a woman? You’d learnt early in life not to ask questions like that, but it was always in the back of your mind.

You could feel the tension in Eddie’s shoulders disappear when you pulled him into a hug, promising him that nothing had changed between the two of you, and swearing that you wouldn’t tell anyone.

To be honest, knowing the truth made the dating rumours all the more hilarious, you and Eddie in fits of laughter whenever someone asked.

The rumours quickly died down when you started dating Steve, you weren’t sure if he had ever heard the rumours, but if he had, he knew they weren’t true. You were his, not anyone else’s, certainly not Eddie’s.

But no matter how much it bothered Steve, he would rather die than say anything about being jealous of Eddie Munson.

Eddie on the other hand didn’t have that quality.

Eddie on the other hand didn’t have that quality.

You swear to god, if you had a dollar for every time he said, “I know he’s your boyfriend and all, but he pisses me off.”, you’d be a damn millionaire.

Once again, the source of the jealousy wasn’t about you- it was about Dustin. Because for every word Dustin spoke about Eddie, he spoke ten about Steve. The kid looked up to Eddie, but Steve was his goddamn idol.

Because of this, Eddie and Steve never really spoke to each other- let alone hung out. But all that changed at Chrissy’s birthday party.

You had known Chrissy since you were a toddler, spending a lot of your time doing ‘gymnastics tricks’ on the playground, your parents screaming at you to be careful as your head had near-misses with the asphalt.

But as close as you and Chrissy were, you hated her friends. The girls on the cheer team were nice- to you at least. But some of the boy's basketball team were just… evil, they would spend all day bullying anyone who was even the slightest bit different, and then spends their weekends preaching about ‘loving thy neighbour’. You didn’t fit in with them at all.

So when you got the invite, you knew you needed backup. Steve was pretty easy to convince, being friends with a lot of the attendees, but Eddie, he was a tough one to crack.

“Why? Why in God’s name would I go to Chrissy’s party?” He said, crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance.

“Because…” You knew this was gonna be work, so you put on your award-winning doe eyes and started the guilt trip. “If you’re not there, you’ll be leaving me with jerks like Jason, and we swore not to do that to each other.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, knowing what you were doing, “You don’t have to go you know?” He says.

You shook your head at him, “Eds, I’ve been friends with her since we could walk, I have to go to her birthday party. Come on, it’ll be fun! You even said it yourself Chrissy was a nice girl, don’t you want to commemorate her birthday with your best friend?”

He pauses, knowing you’re right. “Fine.” He says, dragging out the ‘e’, “But you’re driving me, I don’t want those laundry basket freaks keying my van.”

You laugh, accepting his terms, intentionally leaving out the fact that you were also driving Steve.

After careful consideration, you decided to pick up Steve first, you told him you were also driving another person to the party, but you left out who. So when you turned into the trailer park, his eyebrows furrowed. “Why are you taking Max to the- oh you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” He says as Eddie walks out of his trailer, recognising your car and walking towards it.

You thank every god there could be that you had tinted windows, ensuring Eddie didn’t see Steve until he was already in the car. Starting the car as soon as he gets in.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Eddie complains, slumping in his seat.

Steve shrugs, “Could say the same thing about you, Munson.”

Of course, this is the one thing they agreed on.

The rest of the car ride was torture, no one said a single word the entire time. You quickly regretted your entire decision, all hope of tonight being the night where Eddie and Steve finally got along disappearing the closer you got to the party.

When you finally get to the party, Eddie honestly looks excited to get out of the car, immediately walking into the house with his little lunchbox in hand. You couldn’t blame him for bringing it, if he isn’t gonna enjoy the party he may as well make some money from it right?

You and Steve were quick to follow, Steve almost immediately ditching you for his old jock friends. Leaving you and Eddie to fend for yourselves.

Despite the… awkward energy in the air, you and Eddie managed to have a pretty fun time, even convincing him to dance to some Madonna with you- in exchange for permission to rant about how pop music is the bane of our existence. But he couldn’t hide the smile on his face as you twirled him.

What you didn’t see was Steve’s glare from across the room. He wasn’t an idiot- of course, he heard the rumours about you and Eddie, and he trusted you, he really did. He just didn’t trust Eddie.

Nothing could convince him Eddie wasn’t in love with you, the way he looked at you would’ve been enough, but it's also the fact he’s known you for YEARS. Anyone who knew you for that long had to be in love with you, Steve was within a few months. He couldn’t keep watching this, you were so oblivious. How could you not tell?

Steve didn’t know Eddie well, but he knew one thing for sure.

Eddie needs to learn his fucking place.

You had left Eddie to continue his “business transactions” when Steve came up to you, arms wrapping around your front as he hooked his chin onto your shoulder.

“Hey” You mutter, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “‘You having fun?”

He nods, angling his head to pepper small kisses on your neck. You giggle, moving your body to capture his lips in a kiss. His hands glide up to your waist while yours hook into his hair.

“Wanna find somewhere private?” He mutters into your lips.

You nod, “Definitely, but all of the- private rooms are… taken.” You say, remembering watching different members of the cheer squad walk upstairs with jocks.

Steve pulls back from the kiss, his eyebrows furrowed, “how are they all taken?” he said. He knew how much the basketball team got around, but Jesus Christ. “Guess we gotta go for a drive…”

Steve practically drags you to your car, not that you weren’t following. The place you parked was quite… hidden, so there was no real fear of being caught. The two of you piled into the seat, Steve immediately pulling you into his lap.

He captures your lips into a kiss, “I’m gonna be rough, yeah? Is that okay?” he says in between kisses. You nod, gasping as he slips his hand up your shirt, groping your breast. He shakes his head, “Words, I need words.”

You whine, rolling your hips down onto his lap, already needy, “Please touch me, Steve,” You beg.

That’s all it takes for Steve to push his fingers under your skirt, moving your panties to the side as he slides his fingers through your slick. “Shit,” He mutters, “Always so fuckin’ wet for me.”

And with that, he pushes two fingers into you, curling them against your spot. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, begging him to touch you more as his thumb rubs circles on your clit.

He picks a steady pace with his fingers, nearly completely slipping them out of you before thrusting them back in. You let out a near-pornographic moan, causing Steve to move his free hand from your breast to your throat, cutting off your moan as he applies pressure. The buzz from the oxygen deprivation only adds to the pleasure Steve is giving you.

“Shut the fuck up. We don’t want anyone finding us.” He says, whispering soft ‘shhs’ as he refuses to relent the torturous pace on your clit as he pounds his fingers into you.

Steve was lying however, he wouldn’t mind Eddie finding out how good HE was making you feel, reminding him that he would never be able to do the same. But Steve will have to just settle for him seeing the aftermath.

Steve can tell your close, your walls clamping around his fingers, he prods a third finger at your entrance before thrusting it into you, the stretch sending you over the edge.

When the coil snaps, you swear the world ends for a moment, only pleasure remaining. Your hips stuttering as they roll against his hand.

As you come down from your high you expect his hands to slow, getting ready to slip out of you. But they don't, in fact, Steve seems to have picked up the pace, watching you with an eager eye as oversensitivity bites at you.

“Steve, please” You moan, unsure if you're begging for him to stop or keep going.

He presses kisses down your throat, “One more for me, come on, you can do one more.” He asks, voice slightly muttered by your skin.

You moan, nodding against him as the overstimulation fades to pleasure. You grind your hips down, riding his fingers as he continues to flick at your clit.

It doesn’t take long for you to cum again, your hands tugging at his long locks, face buried into his neck as you writhe against him.

“Good girl,” He groans, fingers still guiding you through your orgasm, slowing to a stop when you start to pull away. You’re already pulling at his belt buckle when he pulls his fingers out of you. He lifts his hips to help you tug his jeans and boxers down his thighs, his hard cock springing out and hitting his stomach.

You lift your hips, lining up his cock. Just as you’re about to slowly slide down, Steve thrusts up, tugging you down as he bottoms out. You moan out, gripping his shoulders as he immediately thrusts up into you.

Normally when you were fucking like this, Steve was more than happy to let you ride, enjoying watching you in control, but now… you don’t know what’s gotten into him.

But you weren’t about to complain.

You let him fuck into you, using his hands on your hips to grind you onto him. He hits deep in you, and your eyes roll back into your head. “Fuck, Steve.” You say, cradling your hands in his hair- just looking for something to hold on to.

Steve moves one of his hands from your hips to your clit, rubbing harsh circles on the swollen nub, barrelling you to your orgasm. “Holy-shit, Steve, close.” You stutter out in between moans.

He takes that as a sign to fuck harder into you, nearly fully exiting you before harshly thrusting back into you, going as deep and as quick as he can. Finding a spot on your neck and biting down to suck a bruise- just to keep himself quiet.

The warmth in your stomach grows stronger, until a wave crashes over you, your body going completely lax, a massive amount of wet presenting itself as you squirt around him. Steve pulls off your neck, moaning out as your walls clamp around him, spurting his cum into you as he rocks you through your respective orgasms.

It’s not until he stops moving that you see the mess you’ve made. His jeans are completely soaked. The car seats are wet, but thankfully nothing a good clean won't fix.

Steve holds you against himself, watching carefully as you take in the mess, still mewling from the orgasm. “That was so hot,” He says, tilting your head to his face, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Your jeans…” You mutter, brushing your hands through his hair.

He chuckles, “I brought a spare change of clothes since we said I’m staying over”

You sigh, body relaxing knowing he wouldn’t have to go back in with soaked jeans. He slides out of you, laying you down on the backseat while he grabs his overnight bag, as well as some tissues from the glovebox.

He carefully cleans you up, apologising every time he bumps your sensitive clit, before changing into new jeans, they were a different colour than the ones he was wearing before, so people were gonna figure out what had happened, but you didn't care.

You make eye contact with Eddie as you walk back into the party, you gesture your head to the drinks and then at him, asking if he wants one. He nods, and you walk towards the drinks table, ready to grab you, Eddie and Steve a drink.

Steve sits next to Eddie, he’s sitting in a secluded spot, so Steve knows he’s been dealing. He watches as you slightly limp towards the drinks. Eddie looks between you and Steve, then notices the jeans. A knowing smirk forms on his face.

“Jesus dude, you couldn’t wait ‘til you got home?” Eddie says, laughing as you stumble back with the drinks. “She can’t even walk properly, holy shit.”

Steve rolls his eyes, finally ready to put an end to this. “Look man, I know you have a thing for her or whatever, but you’ve gotta back off. She doesn’t like you back” He says, turning to Eddie, “Understood?”

Eddie’s brows are furrowed, confusion written all over his face, “Yeah,” he says, chuckling before turning to Steve, “You know I’m gay, right?”

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Doll

Paring: Dark Steve Rogers x chubby reader/reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: dark, smut

Warnings: fingering, edging, overstimulation, spanking, unprotected sex ( please don't ever do this guys), breeding kink, nipple play (this is all?)

Synopsis: The guy you fell in love with changed into someone else that nobody expected him to be.

Note: I am back with my shitty writing. Hope you all like this!!(💀). This is my first fic with Steve so please no hate! ( SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL MISTAKE AND SPELLING MISTAKE)

You woke up feeling dizzy and your head was pounding but you knew there is no way out. Your hands and legs were tied with rope, you tried getting out of them but moving made your hands and legs hurt because of how much tight they were. "Fucking let me go" you screamed but there was no one who was listening to you. You don't know where it went all wrong because the man you started to like changed into someone else.

FLASHBACK

"Sir you called?" There were not many times your boss called you in his office but whenever he did it was always an important talk. "Ms y/n I need you to guide somebody who will be here in few minutes, if you do this job then you will get a salary raise" he said while leaning back on his chair "but sir why me?" You asked "because you are one of my favourite employer" you knew that was lie but anyways you said yes because who doesn't want more money.

"Sorry I am a little bit late because of the traffic" he came in office hurriedly, he was tall, handsome, beefy and looked so strong. "Fuck he is hot" you said in your mind. You didn't know you were staring till your boss called you "Ms y/n!" You flinched "yes sir" you replied "I called you many times" he say with a little bit of angry tone "sorry sir I must have missed that" that guy was staring at you and it was making you nervous "so meet Mr Steve Rogers and Steve this is y/n y/n/l" Steve Turned and forwards his right hand for a handshake which you took  nervously.

"Hello Ms y/n/l" Steve said shaking your hand "hello Mr  Rogers" you greet him back and take your hand back "so y/n I want you to guide him and he will be under you from now on" "sure sir" you replied.

"Hey so y/n can you show me your office" he asked shyly "sure we are going there" you said with no emotion because this whole deal was giving you bad vibes. Slowly slowly time went and Steve made you feel comfortable with him, he was flirty but sweet always helping you and making you blush everytime. You didn't know you were falling for him till one month got over and Steve had to go to his own office and had to do his own work.

You tried to forget him but it was hard because you were in love with him and it was hard to get over him when he always stoped at your office and gave you coffee and talked sweet to you. One day you didn't talked to him and next he was at your doorstep "why are you fucking avoiding me y/n?" He asked furiously "fuck because I like you and I can't see you talking with another women like you talk with me!" You scream while hot tears were falling out of your eyes.

END OF THE FLASHBACK

This all you remember last because when you opened your eyes you were tied down in this room. All you knew that the person who brought you here is Steve.

"Let me go!" You scream while crying "no no yet doll" Steve say while barging in through the door "I knew you were behind all this, say what do you want from me, why am I here!" You scream at him "firstly don't fucking scream and secondly you are mine that's why I brought you here so that nobody else can get you because you are M.I.N.E" he screams back at your face while holding your jaw tightly "let go of me, you are hurting me" your tears is what made him let go of your jaw "don't cry doll" he said patting your head softly.

"I will free you but you have to promise me that you will not do anything, promise me" he takes out his cutter to cut the ropes. You were so scared that no voice was coming out of your mouth "PROMISE ME!" He screams "yes yes promise I won't do anything!" You were crying hard while trying to not to sob because you don't want him to get angry "good girl" he said while cutting the ropes.

"Come with me doll, I will help you see our room" he takes your hand in his which made you flinch "our room?" You asked slowly "yes our room, you are mine and I don't want to be away from my doll" he was smiling while saying this which made you want to throw up. "This is our room princess" he says showing you around, the house was pretty big and well furnished and everything in this house looked expensive.

"Would you mind if I go and take a shower?" You asked him slowly "of course princess I will  come back in 15 and yes your clothes are in that cupboard" he said pointing at the cupboard. You go in the bathroom and wait a little bit so he thinks you are removing your clothes and then you start the shower and try to find a way out, you found an small window in the bathroom that was enough for you and you try to break it but when you were trying to open it suddenly there was a hand  around your neck from behind "doll what are you doing? I thought you promised me that you won't do anything" Steve said turning you around and backing you till your back was touching the wall.

You were crying hard now while trying to break free from his hand around your neck "y-you are h-hurting m-me!" You cried out but that only made Steve push you more into the wall "fucking answer! Why did you try to run away from me!" He said furiously while losing his hand around neck, you were panting and crying "I am s-sorry" you said. He hugged you suddenly and starts to pat your head "it's ok princess never do this again, i brought you here because I love you so much" you hugged him back while crying.

You knew you were never going to get out of this house because everytime you tried doing something Steve was always there to hurt you, so you stopped. "Babygirl come here I want to show you something" you were sitting in your room reading a book because you are not allowed to touch any electronic gadgets and if you do he has cctv cameras everywhere "coming" you replied half heartedly. "See I got you an cute choker" he shows you the choker and my doll was written on it "come here I want you to wear this everytime" he said pulling you towards him "sure" you can't say no, you know better than that. This what steve have taught you that you can never say no to him or you do then it will be a big problem for you.

The clothes you have or weared were not normal it was always like where your thighs were on full display or your butt was on display or sometimes your pussy on display. You didn't know where he got all this from and whenever you ask him about this he would always say "doll you are my whore and whores don't wear normal clothes". You slowly were transforming into his little slut.

You knew that you have to live in this house till your death and you can't even do anything about it.

"Doll one of my friend is coming at our house and I want you to sit in this room till I call you. Do you understand?" He asked "ok" all you said before sleeping on your bed. You woke up by hearing two men talking and you knew one was steve and another one was his friend but you didn't care about them. "Where is my book" you said with irration, you have been searching your favourite book but it's nowhere to be found and suddenly you remember that you forget it on the kitchen table.

You were thinking about the way you can get there because living room is in the centre between kitchen and your room. You open your door and try to sneak in the kitchen and you succeed but coming back you accidentally pushed the table and it made a loud noise making steve and his friend look at you.

"You didn't tell me you have a girl at your house" his friend asked him, he was angry you can see and can hear it in his voice too "go inside y/n" he said in his rough voice which made you shiver with fear. You go in your room and sit on your bed trying to think the consequences because his before punishments were not good.

"I told you to fucking sit in this room didn't I?!" He came in the room by opening the door with a thud "yes master" he likes when you call him master so you are gonna use it "then why did you misbehave" he asked coming closer "I-I wanted my book and it was out in the kitchen" you said nervously to him "I don't care about that damn book, when I tell you to do something then you have to do it" he said as he bends down to your eye level. You are sacred because of the way his eyes looks at you.

"Now I need to give you punishment so that you can remember this" he stands you up by grabbing your left arm, the grip was so tight that it may leave his hand imprints. He goes and sits on the bed while staring at you "undress yourself" you stood there trying to give him puppy eyes because it always works "NOW!" You flinched on his voice "y-yes master" once you were fully naked he pats his lap and you go and sit in his lap "my beautiful baby, I don't want to give you punishment but you deserve it" he said caressing your butt.

He was roaming his hands and caressing your whole body the way your old steve would do, for once you felt happy because the soft touches was making you think that maybe your steve is back "fucking hot" he said making you come back in the reality. No way he is your steve your steve won't give you any kind of punishment.

"Lay down" you can see the way his eyes are more dark now and that sacred you so you do has he says "good girl" you don't know why but his praise gave you a little confidence. He hovered above you, kissing you hard while gripping your thighs tightly. He broke the kiss "I am gonna ruin you" he kisses you back hardly and bites your lip a little making you groan because of the pain.

"Open you legs doll" you open them for him "fucking dripping for me" he said kissing your pussy lips which made you shiver, his tongue circling your slit while his hands massaging your breasts, his dark eyes staring at yours. His tongue was making you go insane but you wanted more, he was ignoring your clit while giving his full attention to your slit. You thought that he will come there eventually but he didn't and it was making you frustrated. You are close so close but you want more and he was not giving it to you, your hips were shivering because you are so close but you can't cum. You were crying by now "please please master let me cum please" you cried out, begging him to make you cum "you can't cum doll this is your punishment" you were shaking  because being so close but not able to cum and it made you sensitive.

"Please please stop I can't" you said pushing him off your pussy but instead of getting over he inserts his two digits into you making you arch your back and moan hard "yes just like that doll, moan out aloud" he said increasing his speed still ignoring your clit "fuck- Please please more" you begged him "no doll" he said slowing his pace feeling your near "NO no!" You were sobbing by now, you thought acting natural will make you cum but no "you wanna cum doll? Then fucking apologise" he said increasing his pace "I-i am so sorry I won't misbehave again I am so sorry master" you say while sobbing.

"Good girl" you smiled on his praise because you were going to cum while your tears where pouring from your eyes. He takes his other hand digits and starts to circle your clit "fuck yes thank you master thank you" you were a moaning mess because you got everything you wanted "please don't stop I gonna cum" you were sensitive but you wanted to cum so bad "cum my pretty doll, mine fucking doll" you clenched hard on his fingers "fuck it's sucking me in". You cummed hard while screaming making you arch your back and seeing white behind your eyes  "yes yes thank you master" you cried out, you were shivering because of the after shocks but you don't know why but you loved it.

"Suck" he gave his fingers to you to suck and you did because you were starting to like being his slut, no you loved it.  he took his fingers out of you sucking his own fingers while staring at your eyes which made you close your thighs together.

He starts to undress himself and once he was done you look at his big cock, tip red and standing proudly. You moan out seeing his cock "I know you like it doll" he said rubbing his dick up and down. "On your stomach doll" your ass was on full display for him which made him spank you "count" he said spanking you hard which made you buldge forward "one" and it didn't stop till you were on "ten" you were crying in the pillow because of the pain you felt but at the same time making you drip "my good doll" he said caressing your ass.

Without any information he inserts his cock into you making you both moan hard "so fucking tight" he groans not giving anytime he starts to pound into you making you cry in pleasure "my little perfect princess" he said spanking your ass which was already red "fuck-" you moaned. He takes your collar from back making you sit up back touching his chest "take my cock like a slut, like my slut" he whispers in your ear while pounding you from behind.

After few more thrust he changes the position into you on the top and him under you "fucking ride me doll" you were tired but you did as he said jumping on his dick making it hit places which made you see stars "yes yes just like that baby just like that" he said throwing his head back "m-master" you moaned out throwing your head back too which steve took the chance and starts to suck on your neck leaving hickeys here and there while you ride him. Slapping and sucking your boobs as they bounce "so huge" he said before sucking on your right nipple while playing with the other.

He starts to circle your clit while roaming his other hand on your back which made you cry and shiver "please please" you didn't know what were you begging for "yes doll fuck-"  he grabbed your hair from back pulling you towards his mouth and kisses you hard till you were out of breath  "gonna cum huh? I can feel it" you attached your forehead with him because you were tried and he felt it too so he took control again changing position into him on the top of you "fucking cum doll, squirt everywhere come on" he groaned feeling close as well.

"Yes yes please cum in me please"you pulled him close to you, he was thrusting in inhuman pace while circling your clit "yeah gonna cum deep in you, having this belly full of my babies yes would love that so much" he groaned thinking your full belly "yes yes oh my God" you cummed hard again squirting everywhere making you feel euphoric.

After few more thrust Steve groaned while cuming hard deep in you making your pussy twitch. Steve lays next to you while you both try to catch  your breathe. After few minutes he sat up and removes his cock from you making his and your cum drip down from your pussy "fuck" he said out aloud while inserting his cum back in your pussy "keep it in doll, this gonna be full soon" he said caressing your stomach.

You loved being his doll, his slutty doll and he loved you the same which made you surrender to him. You were brainwashed by him into his doll and you loved it.

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I can't stop laughing anytime I think about like toddler reader/baby fushiguro waking people up at night like "I frew up"

Lol okay this is how I imagine they'd react:

Yandere Papa Toji Fushiguro:

He hears the sound of your little feet padding in, cracks an eye open and sees you standing there with a small face and teary eyes.

"What's wrong?" He croaks out, a hand reaching out to caress your face.

"I- I threw up."

Toji nods, pulling you up on his bed and grabs you a water bottle from his table, pushing it to your lips.

"You good?" He asks, wiping your face with his shirt.

"Yeah."

"You wanna sleep with me tonight?"

You nod, letting him plop you on his chest, kne arm securely around you while the other pulls the covers up.

Toji kisses your forehead and pats your back until you fall asleep.

Yandere Uncle Naoya Zenin:

You could've gone to anyone in the Zenin clan and they would've happily coddled you. But no, tou decided to give your beloved uncle the heart attack of his life.

Like Naoya opens his eyes and sees a dark shadow standing right next to his face and he almost shits the bed.

Luckily his hand hit the lights first.

"Y/n?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

You suck your bottom lip. "I- threw up."

"And? What do you expect me to do about it?" Naoya asks, watching you shrug. You then proceeded to throw up again, barely missing his foot. Naoya gasped at your audacity, as you stood there and stared back at him after you finished puking.

"Can I go run outside?"

"What-? NO!" Naoya face palms, before grabbing you, all his annoyance washed away when he felt how warm you were.

"Shit." He whispered. You're running a fever.

Naoya picked you up, letting you rest your head on his shoulder and walked out of his room, and down to one of the servants room. Of course, he kicked the poor guy off the bed to wake him up.

"I- who the fuck- M-master Naoya?!" The servant corrected himself.

"Shut it. Fetch the doctor, and have one of the chefs cook some soup for Y/n. And this better be done in the next 20 minutes or so help me god, I will break your neck."

Yandere Choso:

Panics. BIG TIME PANICS.

He thinks you're doing because why else would you be emptying your stomach?

Hauls you up and pretty much zooms to Yuji and wakes his ass up.

"YUJI! Y/N'S DYING!" and Yuji looks over at you and you look pretty content for someone who's dying.

"Choso, I need you to tell me what happened, calmly."

"I- I was holding her little hand when I put her to bed, Yuji- you know she can't sleep without holding my hand! And then, all of a sudden she lurches up and starts throwing up!"

Yuji looked at you both for a couple of seconds. "Is that it?"

"What do you mean "is that it"? SHE IS DYING-"

"Choso, shut up. Come on, I'll show you how to fix this."

Yandere Sukuna:

You summoned Sukuna in the middle of the night and he was concerned because he knew it was way past your bed time. But he masked his concern, as he usually does.

"What do you want, little brat?"

"I threw up..."

Sukuna sighs, picking you up and walking to the kitchen. He warned up some water and added a couple of leaves in it.

"Drink this, it'll heal your stomach."

When you smelled the concoction, you shook your head. But he persisted, pushing the hello kitty cup to your lips.

"Drink it. Or else you'll be sick for the rest of your life and you won't get to go to that pink hell cat store."

Of course, the bluff works.

Sukuna takes you out to the garden, a light breeze in the air. He unconsciously rocks you back and forth to sleep, his heart swelling with joy that you came to him for help.

There's something wrong with my tumblr because I can't give double spaces in between paragraphs.

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Headcanon

Ari being your dad’s best friend and being tasked with looking out for you while your dad is away doing business stuff, and let’s just say stuff gets pretty “steamy”

honestly don’t know what came over me this is so fucked up😭

pairing || dbf! ari levinson x reader

warnings || age gap, daddy kink, slight misogyny, dark but consensual, spitting, slapping, choking, dumbification, pussyjob, overstimulation, oral f receiving, brief oral m receiving, degradation, public but secluded

as always with nothing better to do cooped up at home during your summer break, your dad away on business trips and unable to see your friends, you decide to spend your days at mr. levinsons home, he was a close companion and confidant of your father and you two had always gotten along well enough

not to mention how he was every single one of your wet dreams come true

but who could really blame you for your mind going straight to the gutter like that because he was charmingly handsome, rugged and burly and with those tight shirts he wore it was easy to ogle his bulging biceps

currently, you were outside soaking up the warm rays of the sun by the pool in a deliberately skimpy bathing suit, thin, pink, and strappy

your eyes closed, body falling in and out of that blissful sun ray induced consciousness as you fail to notice ari making his way to the pool as well, and only when your warm rays were interrupted by a cool shadow you opened your eyes, body snapped out of your haze as your adjusted your eyes to see who had disturbed your serenity

lo and behold it was ari, dressed in a tight dark blue t-shirt, denim jeans in the scorching heat, and aviator sunglasses perched on his nose, shielding his cerulean blue eyes from the intense sun beams

his arms are crossed over his chest and you thank yourself for choosing to put on some sunglasses so he couldn’t see how your eyes were trained to the large muscle and veins, you bite your lip and subtly rub your thighs together as he begins to speak

“you gonna spend your whole summer sitting by my pool?”

“unless you have any better ideas then yes, i’m gonna spend my whole summer by your pool ari”

his jaw ticks and his gaze flickers down to your chest, where you had practically everything on display besides your nipples, which were peeking through the thin material of your bikini, bare stomach and legs all glimmering in the sunlight

he openly stares at you, shameless in his eyes raking over your seductive form

in a perfect world the tension would break and he would finally have his way with you because you know that there’s been something bubbling between you two ever since you dropped your bags at his front door earlier that week and you'd be lying if you pretended you weren't trying to push him to his limits

until he finally broke and had his way with you

you cross your arms under your chest, "get out of the way ari. you're disrupting my afternoon!"

ari scoffs, crossing his thick arms over his chest, t-shirt clinging to his form and biceps literally bulging, "watch your attitude sweetie, would hate to have to teach you some goddamn manners."

and now you're annoyed, rolling your eyes and furrowing your brows as you retort, "what are you gonna do? make me pack my things and leave? my dad would be pissed if you left me on my own."

he laughs, fucking laughs before pouting at you, and the mocking makes your stomach clench

"aww poor baby needs a big strong man to protect her? don't worry sweetie, daddy's gonna take care 'a you."

you gasp, and you can't tell if the sudden intense heat flaring inside you is due to the beating sun or ari calling himself daddy

"y-you're not my daddy!"

suddenly his thick hand is wrapping around the back of your neck, connecting all the way around your throat as he pulls you into him, your hands feebly grasping his wrist as you let out a strangled gasp in shock

“my roof, my fucking rules baby. at my house, i’m your fucking daddy you got that? he spits

your breath hitches as a cloud of submission hazes over you, his hand around your throat and his words combining to be of such pure dominance you feel like melting

a whine lodges in your throat as you continue to look at him until you feel a light slap on your cheek making a moan stumble past your lips

“fuckin’ slut. i asked you, do you understand?”

you nod your head as best you can, mindlessly and obediently, lips parting and a depraved expression morphing your features

“words baby. don’t make me say it again.”

“i understanddd.” your words extend on a whine

“who the fuck am i?”

“y-you’re my daddy.”

he smirks, hand now squishing your cheeks together, “open your mouth sweetie.”

you try to obey him as best you could, eyes watering as you attempt to open your mouth despite his relentless hold and it’s obvious ari knows you’re struggling because he’s smirking the whole time

“this is for not having any manners and talking back to daddy.”

he spits in your mouth, watching as your eyes hood over and you moan out loud, “don’t fucking swallow it.” he demands

you would do anything he told you, so you let it drip down your tongue, down your chin and onto ari’s hand as he laughs at how filthy you already look before spitting again, this time missing your mouth as he slaps the spit onto the skin of your cheeks and your pussy is throbbing from the lack of attention

you hump the air desperately, eyeing the bulge straining against ari’s jeans, and you can only imagine how big he was, at his large stature of 6’5 and all muscle, you don’t even know if he’d fit

“daddy please, please need you so bad please” you whine pathetically, your entire demeanour so different from ari’s it makes you even more stupid

ari seems to take pity on you, finally, he coos at you, pushing you back onto the chair as he eyes the dark spot on your bikini bottoms and seeping down your thighs

he tuts at you, “stupid girl you’re making a mess! all because you’re a filthy little slut hmm?”

you nod and whine, spreading your legs to show him your drippy pussy, and he groans at the sight, your hole is clenching around nothing, clearly crying to be filled as your cream coats your swollen folds

he honestly can’t help himself when he accidentally tears your bikini bottom in two in an attempt to get his fingers coated in your slick

you mewl at the messy contact, as he simultaneously groans, imagining your tight pussy clenching around him, struggling to take him but sucking him in regardless

he swears under his breath, he knows he wont be able to fit himself inside you but he needs to feel you cum

you plead, “please daddy please fuck me! need you so bad need it hard and fast and need you to make me cum please daddy!”

he shakes his head, “i don’t think so sweetie, this pussy is too tight, i don’t want to hurt you.”

“no please daddy i can take it please! i can take it i promise i will!”

he furrows his brows, slapping your greedy pussy making you convulse and buck your hips up as he scolds you, “that’s enough, daddy said no. i have another idea sweetie. something that’ll feel good for both of us.”

“please daddy i’ll do anything!”

“then get my fucking cock out slut.” he slaps your swollen pussy again, groaning at the wet sound that echoes into the open, private backyard

your hands scramble to undo his zip and button, shakily pulling his cock out and marvelling at the sheer size of him, he was huge.

he can see you take aback by the size of him as he smirks, wrapping his thick hand around his cock and jerking himself off languidly, right in front of you

your mind fogs with the need to have him in your mouth so you lean forward and get a kitten lick over his tip before he’s pushing you away and slapping his dick on your cheek

“did i tell you to use your fucking mouth?”

you whine, “b-but daddy i couldn’t help it!”

he mocks your submissive stutter, raising his pitch in a lewd attempt to mock your voice, “w-well daddy doesn’t give a shit. are you such a stupid baby you don’t have any control over yourself?”

you whimper, unable to respond as he hums a “that’s what i fucking thought.”

he manhandles you until your completely on your back, and you can’t even care about the fact that you’re outside on this patio couch being such a slut for your dads closest friend

“ever heard of a pussy job baby?”

you whimper and shake your head no, as he looms directly above you, invading all your senses with his bulging biceps and now displaying his hairy chest since his t-shirt was thrown somewhere between him manhandling you and you trying not to cum on the spot

he smirks, spreading and toying with your folds before coating his dick in your slick, and moving himself so his hands were wrapped around your thighs, pushing them together with your ankles dangling over his shoulders

he doesn’t say anything, just pushes his dick onto your slit and instead of entering you like you so pathetically wished he would, he just rubbed his whole length against your pussy

fucking you without actually fucking you

you mewl lewdly as his dick nudges your clit, back arching at the overwhelming sensation

ari throws his head back at the feel of you, so warm and wet and swollen

“o-oh daddy!! t-that feels- so much-” your sentence makes no sense, as the simple feel of ari’s heavy weight against your poor pussy makes you dumb

he laughs and spits on your face, rubbing it in again as he begins to fuck onto you with more vigour, his balls slapping against your other hole and his dick sliding well onto your stomach after it catches on your clit

“dumb baby can’t talk? just shut the fuck up and let daddy use you.”

you’re immediately breathless, chest erratically rising and failing, toes curling and heels digging into his back, your own back arching and already nearing your peak

he continues to groan about what a stupid mindless toy you are while losing himself in the feel of your slick cunt, fucking his hips harder with each thrust

“daddy ‘m gonna cum! please daddy ‘m gonna cum so hard! please let me!” you sob, hands scrambling to find something to hold on to and ultimately landing on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin

“fuck yeah, fuckin’ make a mess on daddy, c’mon show me what you’re good for baby, stupid dumb little fucking baby.” he grunts each word, nearing his own peak but wanting to see you fall apart first

you squeal as your body immediately relaxes then tightens, wildly convulsing as you shake and spray your release all over yourself and him, your eyes rolling back and stars painting your vision, you can’t even feel his plump lips on your neck, biting the skin there as he fucks his hips sloppily but hard, before grunting your name and coating your stomach and some of your tits in his cream

you lay there quivering as he catches his breath, after one of the most mindblowing orgasms he’s had and you the same

he lets your twitching legs down, biting his lip at his cum painted all over you and how absolutely fucked out you look

he lets you catch your breath, kissing your forehead sweetly and rubbing your arms, before scooping some of the cum off your stomach and bending down to your pussy, messily rubbing it over your swollen folds

he licks his lips at the debauched sight, leaning in and latching his pink lips onto your clit and licking everywhere he can

you squeal, wildly bucking your hips again as the sensations overwhelm you, before his deep baritone surrounds you, “gotta clean up this mess. you’re gonna take it until daddy’s done with his pussy.”

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I support women's wrongs.

You just know he’s checking himself out. Thinking “damn, how good would someone look and feel kneeling in between my legs”. 😏 yes, yes someone would

Oh, yes. Yes. they would. Some...thots under the cut with Steve Rogers. 18+ please and written on my phone...

Daydream

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (m receiving), blow jobs, Steve Rogers Word Count: Under 500

Do not repost repost to any third party site. Minors DNI.

Steve wouldn’t want to be at the press conference. That’s Tony’s thing, not his. He would rather be in bed with you. At the very least, he’d prefer if you were there with him… right between his legs. In front of everyone.

He could picture it so clearly: You slowly dropping to your knees as you gently push his thighs apart, nuzzling the growing bulge in his pants. Peering up at him through your lashes, you’d wet your lips as you reached for his belt. He wouldn’t stop you from taking him out, his cock hard and ready under your soft touch. The thought of so many people seeing… so many watching… excites him more than he ever imagined. Then again, those people never had the pleasure of feeling your mouth around them. If they had, they’d want everyone to see, too.

You truly look stunning when you’re stuffed full of his cock. But you would tease him at first. Your lips would wrap around the head, almost massaging it with your tongue. You’d moan as the taste of him touches your tongue and it would take all his restraint to not mercilessly fuck your throat right then. He’s a patient man, after all. He can wait a few more seconds.

Once you swallow him down though, his hand meets the back of your head to keep you there. He wants the taste and feel to linger in your mouth and throat. He’s big and it takes a second for you to remember to breathe through your nose. But your eyes are bright and alive with lust and fire as you drag your tongue along the length of him.

He feels you whine around him as he looks down at you, your lips stretched around him. It looks obscene. He shouldn’t fit, but you make him fit. That’s how eager you are to please him.

He thrusts into your hot, wet mouth and the super soldier knows how wet you are. He’s tempted to tear your clothes off so everyone can see how soaked you get just from the feel of his dick. He wants them to know that tight hole belongs to him. They can look, but they’ll never touch.

He chases his release as you bob your head, wanting nothing more than to coat your throat with his seed. He can practically hear you beg around him to finish, to fill you up. He opens his eyes though when he remembers where he is, clearing his throat as he shifts in his chair.

He wonders if anyone can see the tent in his pants. It doesn’t matter though. The moment he gets his hands on you, he’s going to put you on your knees.

But he still needs an audience. He wonders if Bucky wants to watch…

Oops. What have I done?

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but mafia!steve PLS 🫠🔥🫠🔥😌

Nesting

mafia!Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings: soft!dark Steve Rogers; mafia!Steve Rogers; possessive behavior; forced relationship; unplanned pregnancy; 

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With a smile on your face, you tucked the envelope inside your handbag. A precious picture you were so scared to see at first, but now it filled you with warmth and love. 

Well, your morning sickness definitely didn’t fill you with any positive feelings, but the doctor said they should lessen in a few weeks, once you start your second trimester. It was all still so new, so fragile to consider its development. But you already hoped for the best. 

You tossed into the bin the paper towels with which you wiped the ultrasound gel off your belly and put your jacket on. The nurse waiting outside smiled at you, gave you a stack of leaflets and a list of necessary appointments.

She directed you to the main reception, so you could book the next needed one. 

Just as you were writing down in your calendar the date of the next ultrasound, the lady behind the desk remembered something and said to you:

“Oh, I almost forgot! Your husband is waiting for you outside.”

You stared at her, confused. She had to mistake you for someone else, clearly.

“Husband? I don’t-”

“Yes.” She beamed. “Handsome fellow, but it seems he’s just as scared of clinics as the rest of men.” She laughed.

“You sure he’s here for me?” You asked hesitantly, an idea of who might it be already forming in your head. Terrifying you. 

“I’m sure. He gave all the information on you.” The woman’s face flashed solemn, her tone professional as she assured you of the thorough check. “I admit, even my own mom sometimes forgets what year I was born in.” 

“Thank you.” You forced out a smile, but your heart was hammering in fear.

You have no idea how he found you. Even less how he got so much detailed information about you. But then again, you shouldn’t be surprised now that you knew who he was.

Steven Grant Rogers. 

The ruthless head of the New York mafia who was more lethal than a viper already sinking its teeth in your ankle. 

And who, to you, was just a very hot man you hooked up with a month and half ago. 

You met Steve in a fancy club your friends booked a booth at - apparently it was a club so exclusive getting a booth in it was nearly impossible. Now you understood why. 

You’re not sure why you caught his attention when there were so many beautiful women in the place that night. But three flutes of Prosecco in and you were bolder than usual. You agreed to accompany him in his VIP booth while your friends went crazy on the dancefloor.

He disarmed you with his focus on you, his eyes never straying to any other woman. A charming gentleman who made you melt with the few moments of movie-like fairytale feeling. 

And when he whispered into your ear how he wants to eat you out until you pass out from pleasure, you almost spread your legs for him right there in the club.

Steve took you to his place - an elegant penthouse, in a building you later learned belonged to him. A one night stand turned into whole weekend of him fucking you senseless and spoiling you with fancy food delivered to his apartment. 

He also made you do the most depraved things; no one else has ever made you come just from fingering your ass and talking dirty to you. 

Like he promised each time he was buried in your cunt, Steve filled you to the brim. 

You leaked his cum even as you got home late on a Sunday afternoon - Steve’s driver dropping you off in front of your modest flat. 

The result of his filling woke you up a few weeks later, making you vomit your guts out each morning. With your period being unusually late there was only one explanation. 

At first, after you confirmed the pregnancy with your doctor, you planned on telling Steve. One night or not, he had a right to know. But you didn’t have his number, nor did you remember the exact address where he lived. So you googled him.

And the articles made your head spin. 

You thought it’s a misunderstanding. Just a coincidence, but then one of your friends complained to you about her boyfriend - a cop - being angry that you went to a mob-owned club. 

Further prodding revealed that The Shield club belonged to Steven Rogers himself.

You could no longer fool yourself with coincidences and similar names. In an instant you made a decision to never put your foot anywhere near the club and to hide from everyone who exactly was your baby’s co-creator. 

So as you kept it to yourself, building a lie (not so far from the truth) about it being a result of a reckless one night stand, you started to forget about the real father. Sometimes you even calmed yourself by repeating he wouldn’t want to have anything to do with it anyway. 

But there couldn’t be anyone else claiming to come for you by posing as your husband. And Steve had the influence to learn all the details about you, if he wished. 

You cast a glance at the main entrance. He was waiting for you there. To do who knows what to you. 

If he didn’t want the baby being born and you refused to get rid of it… a man like him would simply get rid of you to erase the problem.

Perhaps you didn’t stand a chance against the power of someone like Steve Rogers, but you could try saving yourself and postponing the inevitable. For a little while, at least.

Pivoting on your heel, you went in the opposite direction. You didn’t know if there’s a back exit and you feared asking anyone, but the restroom you used earlier had a window facing the park and it was only on the high ground floor, so the risk was minimal.  

You smiled at a woman who was washing her hands when you entered and pretended to lock yourself in the stall. When you heard the door closing after her, you left the stall and opened the window. 

You dropped your bag first, then sat on the windowsill and swung your legs over it. Carefully, you lowered yourself down, hands clutching onto the edge. You took a deep breath and let go, landing softly on your feet without much trouble. 

“Shouldn’t be doing that in your state, sweetheart.” 

A smooth voice startled you. 

A familiar voice.  

You could still recall the praises he moaned in your ear when you trembled beneath him. 

You turned around sharply, heart jumping to your throat as you faced him. 

Steve stood a few steps away from you, his back resting against the side of the sleek, black car parked on the sidewalk. Dark aviators shaded his blue eyes, but you knew he was watching you like a hawk, ready to react if you fled. 

You frowned, surprised to see him here, considering the receptionist told you your husband was waiting at the front. 

You looked in the direction where he was supposed to be. Steve’s chuckle drew your attention back to him.

“Fawns like you are predictable.” He said with a smirk. 

“Now, come on,” he called your name as he moved to the side, opening the car door, “get inside.”

You didn’t even stir. You simply couldn’t, frozen in place out of fear and shock. A thought of running passed through your mind, but you were never a fast runner and you predicted Steve would be more pissed if he had to chase you. 

That he would catch you was undeniable. With his long legs and stamina that drove you into almost passing out a few times.

Steve sighed when you didn’t follow his order. 

Unhurriedly, he walked over to where you trembled, plastered against the coarse, concrete siding of the building. He crouched down to pick your bag then slowly straightened. 

Fuck, you didn’t remember him being this tall and broad. 

Steve slid his aviators down to the tip of his nose, his icy blue eyes piercing through you. He traced the shell of your ear with a single digit, then trailed it along your jaw. He pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger before saying firmly:

“Get in the fucking car, sweetheart.” 

This time you obeyed. He gave you no other choice as he guided you with his hand pressed against the small of your back. 

You slid onto the backseat, curling in the corner against the opposite door. Steve got in right behind you. The moment he closed the door on his side the locks clicked in, trapping you inside with him. 

The partition between you and the driver was pulled up, though you assumed Steve’s men were loyal to him enough not to react to a woman screaming for help. 

“How do you find this clinic?” Steve simply asked, dropping your handbag on the seat on his other side. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t be able to reach it without having to pass him. 

“What?” You stared up at him, confused. 

“I’ve heard it’s good, but I can get you into a top-shelf place.” While you were tense and strung up, Steve sat next to you completely relaxed. He took his sunglasses of, spread his legs wider.

You wrapped your arms protectively around your midsection, tears stung beneath your eyelids as you considered the potential meaning of his words.

“I’m keeping the baby!” you blurted out. Right that instant you knew you were ready to fight till your last breath to save your child.

Steve cocked his head to the side as he looked at you, a twisted warmth filling his eyes and making his smile even more charming.

“As you should.” He praised you. 

He reached for you, wrapping an arm around your back and pulling you to his side. With his other hand he swatted your arms away from your belly and spread his fingers over the curve that would soon start swelling.

“You’ll give me more, too.” Steve hummed, his eyes glued to where his hand laid. 

You were speechless. Initial fear of being forced to lose the baby turned into a completely new terror. 

Steve’s words didn’t cut your life short, but they built a long, gilded-cage waiting for you.   

“It’s about time I started nesting.” Steve chuckled, his hand moving to cup your chin and tilt your head back. “I don’t mind doing it with a sweet, little bird like you.” 

He pressed his lips against yours gently, almost sweetly, as if he was a tender lover doting on his beloved. Then his tongue teased the seam of your mouth. When you didn’t open right away he bit your bottom lip, making you gasp and forcing his tongue inside. 

You told yourself it was fear and adrenaline, but your nipples hardened and your pulse quickened. 

“First things first-” Steve pulled away. 

He took one of your hands and brought it to his lips, peppering kisses on each of your knuckles.

“We have to get you an engagement ring and order wedding bands as well.” 

“Steve, I don’t understand-” your heart pounded so fast it rushed blood to your head and made you dizzy. 

He intertwined your fingers and brought your clasped hands to his chest, just as he slipped his other hand to grip the back of your neck firmly.

“You’re mine.” He announced without remorse. “You became mine the moment I took you home. Now you’re going to be mine in every other way.”

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You done goofed now son.

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Hello!

I’d like to request a fic:

Steve/Reader/Eddie porn? I literally don’t care the circumstances I just need it. Maybe you’re dating one and they know you’re hot for the other so they invite them into the bedroom as a present? You all meet at a party get drunk or high and fuck? Who knows

Summary: Eddie gives you Steve as a birthday present.

Warnings: Smut, pet names, oral, overstimulation (f), threesome, praise kink.

Beta Reader(s): @hellfiremunsonn , @ayejaye20 , @eddiesdungeon

MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY

It was your birthday, and the party was in full swing. It was a few hours in now, and you were pretty toasted; pretty high. On your neck sat the gorgeous necklace your boyfriend had given you, and around your wrist was a bracelet he'd made. You loved Eddie and the way he was talented in so many ways. 

You giggled at something one of your friends said, still sober enough to understand what was going on, at least. You never planned on getting black out drunk; that would be no fun. 

You felt him before you heard him; his arm slipping around your waist; his hair tickling your cheek, and his breath on your ear as he leaned in close to whisper to you. 

"Got one more present for you, baby. Let's shut this thing down." His voice was husky, and you knew what he meant. 

You nodded with a grin. Birthday sex was probably one of the best kinds of sex. Well, sex in celebration of anything was always amazing, but then again, sex with Eddie was always something to celebrate. 

The two of you began thanking people for coming and ushering them out. Of course you didn't want anyone to hear your loud moans while he pummeled into you. Plus, it was getting late, nearing three A.M., and people should be heading home. 

You said goodbye to all of your friends with hugs and birthday wishes. Soon, you were alone with Eddie. 

"C'mon, sweetheart. Let's get the real party started." He teased you, taking your hand. 

You rolled your eyes and gave his hand a squeeze as he led you to your shared room. 

He shut the door behind you and kissed you, backing you up until your knees hit the bed and you sat, his lips never leaving yours. His hands ghosted down your sides, fingers hooking at the bottom of your shirt before pulling it up and off of you. 

He looked down at you, smirking, his hands reaching for your breasts. He squeezed them through your bra, pressed them together. You rolled your eyes and reached behind you, unhooking it, and letting the straps slide down your arms. 

"Someone's eager. Don't want a little bit of teasing?" He asked playfully, tossing your bra away carelessly as he leaned in to kiss you. 

You shook your head, a pout forming at your lips. He kissed it away, his hands resting on your breasts once more and squeezing, pinching your nipples between his long fingers. 

You moaned softly, feeling the coolness of his rings against your skin. 

"That's my girl." He whispered to you, leaning in to kiss at your neck. Even though you'd just told him you didn't want teasing, here he was, softly playing with your nipples as his lips devoured your neck. 

You pressed your thighs together and swallowed. You were getting wet. 

His teeth scraped your skin and you gasped, your hands finding purchase on his strong arms. You squeezed them, rubbing your thighs together.

"I see you, baby. You gettin' wet for me?" He asked, his voice low. 

You nodded, whimpering softly as he sucked a mark into your throat.  

"Good girl." He chuckled, sliding his hand from your breast down to press between your legs. 

You gasped, and he took the opportunity to kiss you again. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his fingers softly rubbed your clit through your panties, your skirt hiking up slightly at the motion. 

You moaned into his mouth, so lost in what was going on that you didn't hear the door open. 

But Eddie did, and he broke the kiss, turning his head to look. His hand never stopped on your clit, like he didn't care who saw. 

"Harrington, you're late." He mused. 

You flushed deeply, lifting an arm to cover your breasts and pressing your thighs together around Eddie's hand. 

"Sorry, had to make sure Robin got in a taxi. She was pretty wasted." He laughed as he stepped in and shut the door behind him. Your eyes locked with his, and he flushed this time. 

"What-" you started, but Eddie didn't let you finish. 

"He's your birthday present, baby. I know how sexy you find him." He chuckled.

"Eddie-" you whined softly. 

"What, sweetheart? I talked to him about it and he agreed. Said he couldn't keep his eyes off of you either." Eddie grinned down at you. 

Your face was burning bright red. 

"Come on over, Harrington. Let's give her the best birthday." 

Steve took a few steps towards the two of you before his fingers began plucking at the buttons on his shirt. Your mouth watered as his chest was slowly revealed, inch by inch, as each button was slipped through its loop. 

He slid it off of his arms and let it drop on the floor. You swallowed, your eyes devouring his chest, his abdomen, in all its glory. 

Your pussy clenched around nothing. Fuck, this was hot. 

"I felt that." Eddie laughed, as he started his fingers up again. You slowly released your thighs, letting them spread open again. 

"Good girl," Eddie cooed.

Steve climbed onto the bed with a shy smile and leaned in to kiss you, his hands going to your breasts. His touch was different from Eddie's. His was softer, but still firm. He squeezed you, and you moaned softly into his mouth. 

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't dreamt of this before. 

"Lay her back, Harrington." Eddie said. 

Steve did as told, guiding you until you were laying on your back and leaning over you to keep his lips on yours. 

Eddie tugged at your skirt, and you lifted your hips to help him get it off, along with your panties, and soon you were naked. 

Calloused fingers ran up your thighs as Eddie spread your legs for him. You could feel his lips on your skin, kissing slowly down the plain of your leg until he reached your heat. 

His tongue gave a testing kitten lick. Your back arched slightly. He pushed your thighs apart even wider. 

"Alright, Harrington. She's ready for us." Eddie sounded way too smug. 

Steve broke the kiss and slid down to stand next to Eddie. 

"Scoot up, baby." Steve whispered. You did, obediently, scooting back until your head was on the pillows. 

Both boys climbed up onto the bed once their shoes were kicked off and they leaned over you in tandem. 

Holy shit.

Their shoulders pressed together as they got closer to your aching cunt, both looking up at you. Eddie, looking smug, and Steve looking very turned on. 

Then, their tongues were on you. Both of them. Sharing space as they worked together to lick at your clit. 

"Fuck," you moaned. You could feel them both so well, tongues flicking and sliding on each side of your clit and you knew you could see that they were practically making out, too. 

A ringed finger entered your hole, then a second, skinnier one followed. What the fuck had the two of these guys planned? How had they planned it? 

They worked well together, fingers curling as Eddie's pressed in when Steve's pulled out, Steve's pushing in as Eddie's slid out. They were finger fucking you right into that spongey spot inside you that made your toes curl and your back arch. 

Your fingers found handfuls of each of their hair, as you moaned loudly for them. Just for them. 

They were working you so close to your edge, fingers speeding up like they were communicating through their minds. 

You tugged their hair, crying out as your orgasm got closer and closer and closer, until finally one last lick - you didn't know who it was from - sent you careening over the edge. Your juices shot from you, painting each of their faces in your wet as the most heavy orgasm of your life hit you. 

Your thighs twitched, pussy pulsing and clenching around their fingers as they worked you through it, not caring that their faces were wet. 

"Stop, stop, stop!" You whimpered at them once the overstimulation set in.

But they didn't. They kept working you. You whined loudly, tugging their hair roughly as you choked out moans, your legs kicking softly beneath them. 

"Please," you almost sobbed, but you didn't know what you were asking for, especially as your orgasm began building again. 

They worked you through your climax, not stopping until their faces were dripping with the juices that shot from your body.

They both pulled back with grins on their lips. 

"Good girl," Eddie praised you as your chest heaved. 

You stared at them, blissed out, as they both began working their belts and zippers open. Oh yeah. They were still gonna fuck you. 

You panted softly, sitting up to watch them. 

They were both naked within a few moments, and climbing back on the bed. 

Your eyes landed on Steve's cock. It was thinner than Eddie's, but a little longer. You swallowed the drool that threatened to drip from the corner of your lips. 

"Hands and knees, love." Eddie told you, and you flipped over, holding yourself up on your hands as Eddie positioned in front of you, and Steve behind you. 

You swallowed as your hand grasped Eddie's cock, stroking it a few times before you pressed your lips to the tip, your tongue snaking out to taste him. You moaned softly. 

The crinkling of a condom wrapper brought you to your senses and you looked up at Eddie before turning your head to look at Steve. "Don't." You told him, before turning back to continue your work on your boyfriend. 

You slid your mouth past his tip, suckling softly as you stroked him. You felt Steve's hands on your hips, squeezing you softly, before one left to guide himself to your dripping hole. 

He slipped in, and you moaned, your back arching as you felt his long length fill you up. He pressed immediately into your g-spot, which made you clench around him. He made a soft noise in turn. 

You took more of Eddie into your mouth as he took a handful of your hair, gripping it tightly in his fingers as you slowly fucked him with your mouth. 

Steve started thrusting, too, trying to match your pace. 

You moaned around Eddie as your overstimulated pussy was fucked into. Your eyes closed until Eddie patted your cheek. 

"Eyes up here, doll." He told you, grinning down at you. 

You kept your eyes on him as Steve thrusted a little harder, your brow furrowing in pleasure. 

This was the best birthday present ever. 

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Tag list: @eddiemunsons-girl

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