No Bc You Know Something's Wrong When EVEN This Mf Would Be A Better Captain America Than John Walker

Ohh the way I cackled at the latest Stucky x reader fic. If you don't mind could you do something with them reacting to side to side and anaconda 🤣🤣

Like they think it's a gym thing but then they pay attention to the lyrics and then reader breaks it down for them

Thank you ❤️❤️

pairing: stucky x reader

rating/warnings: fluff, confused!stucky, mentions of sex

It was a normal day in the Avengers gym. Everyone was working out, having a great time, and today, today was your day to choose the music. So naturally, 1D, 5SOS, Ariana Grande, Nicki Minaj, etc etc played.

Suddenly 'Side to Side' by Ariana and Nicki started to play. You, Wanda, Nat, and Thor (I know weird right) looked at each other and started to belt the lyrics.

"Seeing you standing over there with your body" You sang

"Feeling like I want to rock with your body."

"And we don't got to think about nothing"

Steve and Bucky looked lost as always. "Been trying to hide it" Thor belted.

"Thor you too?!?!?" Bucky asked. "Yes I find this music, uplifting."

The song came to and end and everyone moved on to their next workout. "Hey n/n, can you change the song?" Tony asked.

"Of course Ton's!" You walked over to the speakers where your phone sat and hit the next button. 'Anaconda' came on, but the Nicki version.

Boy toy name Troy used to live in Detroit, big big big money, he was gettin' some coins.

"Babe, babe, what does that mean?" Bucky walked over to Steve. "Beats me Buck, I've never heard this song, I don't understand the references." Steve said with a shrug.

By the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and check him in my automobile Let him - with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun

This time the pair walked over to you. "This osng doesn't make sense." Bucky asserted. "Well hello to you too. Yes it does make sense, your from the 1940's love, of course it won't make sense to you."

Steve chimed in, "Is it-is it about sex?" You and Bucky giggled at his embaressment. "Yeah kind of- just uh keep listening" The og song started to play.

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun Don't, my anaconda don't Don't want none unless you got buns, hun

"Do you get it now?" You asked. Steve was red faced, Bucky was amused. "This song was written for you baby" Bucky smirked. You simply rolled your eyes. "Steve?"

"Who woudl write a song about a womans ass? That's so dimeaning" You and Bucky just laughed, and let Steve figure things out.

Tipsy

(Gally x Reader)

Fluff, fluff, come and get your fluff! I’ve always had a soft spot for unplanned confessions, so here’s my take on it. Enjoy!

Bonfire night. You always loved those. Those rare yet precious moments where all the gladers, including yourself, had a chance to unwind, have fun, and forget about the horrors that lurked beyond the maze walls. For just a few hours, you could let your worries trickle away and divert your focus to the few things that brought you genuine happiness. The crackling of the fire, the soft rhythmic beat of the makeshift drums, your friends and their laughter as they cracked stupid jokes and stumbled around after having a few too many sips of Gally’s secret recipe.

You chuckled under your breath as your gaze trailed down to the jar in your hands. The taste wasn’t something your particularly enjoyed, but the drink served its purpose well enough. It helped you relax, elevated your mood, gave you a light yet plentiful buzz that made you feel all warm inside. A part of you was positively curious what was in it, but even after being close friends with Gally for months, the tough Keeper of the Builders still kept it under lock and key, and not even you could pick it open. Maybe one day he would tell you…

“Come on, Y/N, it’s a serious question!”

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A/N: Jack really needs a hug. (I volunteer!)

3rd October: Bonfire night. 🔥 | feat. Captain Jack Sparrow

Words: 1337 Warnings: none

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domestic life with loki

i hope you enjoy this, it’s super fluffy (but it has some minor nsfw at towards the end!). enjoy :)

while loki is the god of mischief, and brings a little too much chaos with him practically everywhere he goes...

you and loki’s settled life together was anything but chaotic. it was pure tranquility in everyway possible

you were convinced this is what heaven was like

you and loki, once you two decided to settle down together, decided to leave the states

and so the two of you found the nicest place to live in ireland

with loki’s magic and what not, you two built a cottage in the middle of a beautiful, endless forest on a large hill

it was the kind where if you followed the path down the hill, it’d lead you to a lovely stream

sometimes you two would spot harmless wild animals pass through the area

there was not another home in sight, but if you walked a couple minutes up and over the other side of the hill, you’d find yourself amidst a gorgeous tiny town

full of locals, cute shops, bookstores, and more

every single morning, without fail, you’d wake up with the rising sun in your face coming in through the windows, before loki pressed a soft, warm kiss on your forehead

he’d make his way out (and you’d admire his shirtless back as he walked away) and into the kitchen, where he’d be awaiting you with a cup of tea or coffee

“good morning, darling” and he’d wait for a passionate kiss first before giving you your drink

every. single. morning.

your day to day routines would vary a little bit each day

sometimes you two would hop on your bikes, or walk into town hand-in-hand

you’d stop at a farmer’s market, as loki chose all of his favorite fruits

he’d pull you into the bookstore and would have you close your eyes as he gently dragged your pointer finger along the shelves until you said “stop”

he’d stop, pull out the book, and try to read to you the most romantic passage he could find in it

you blushed every single time.

little shit had such a way with words

you’d stop for some lunch or dessert at a local bakery nearby

if you were feeling really up to it, you and loki would catch a train and visit dublin, or perhaps go all the way to england for a weekend trip

your cottage had a long, winding garden out in the back, so some days you’d tend to it as loki was reading inside, or on the swinging bench

you had music playing while you worked out in the dirt, so you wouldn’t hear loki as he’d come behind you, grab you gently by the waist and kiss you so passionately, you’d drop your gardening tool on the grass

he’d chuckle at your funny gardening hat, kiss you once on the nose, and say “c’mon inside, love. i made tea. you deserve a break”

when it was rainy (which was more often than not), you two would sit outside on your swinging bench under a covered area, and just listen to the sweet sounds of nature

you’d lay your head in loki’s lap as he ran his cool fingers through your hair tenderly

“is this what true peace is?” you’d whisper, just barely over the pouring rain

loki would sigh contently, remembering all of the chaos, violence, and stress from his past. he’d take one loving glance at you, run his fingers over your cheek and say,

“i’ve never known peace until you.”

you smiled shyly, “i love you.”

“and i, you, darling. until the end of our days, and so on.”

“and so on...” you closed your eyes, soaking in the feel of his touch

your absolute favorite pastime with loki, though: baths.

you two were very much fans of skin on skin, not even in a sexual way

loki would magic away the lights, leaving only the soft dim of candles lighting up the bathroom

he’d take you gently by the hand, discard you of the thin robe you were wearing, and carry you into the tub

you two would take turns shampooing and lathering one another. it was so quiet, so peaceful...it was almost meditative

the only sounds you’d let out were soft moans when his fingers would scratch just the right spot on your scalp. he’d laugh softly at that.

there was nothing more tranquil to him than the sounds you made

you’d lay on his chest until the water got cold, then he’d help dry you off and get into bed

but not before another long kiss

(a little nsfw) with you and loki’s home being in such a quiet, secluded place, you two ravished each other and made love almost any place you possibly could

he’d take you on the bed. in the bathtub. on the kitchen table after a candlelit dinner on your anniversary. in the living room while some old movie kept playing.

one time, you and loki had a romantic picnic out in your garden

and he ended up making love to you right there and then on the ground

every moment intimately spent together was nothing short of sweet whispers of affirmations, pleasureable moans, and pure passion

you and loki would also take advantage of the view, and you’d make your way down the hill, and sit by the stream late at night to star-gaze or watch the full moon

loki would point out the stars and tell you the history about them. and if he didn’t know it, you two would name it together

“you see those two stars over there? the ones that look almost...attached by the hip? we can call those after us.”

“you mean our names?”

“yes.”

“you fucking sap.” but you devoured him in a kiss anyways.

sometimes you and loki would turn on soft, intrumental music, and blast it in your living room

you’d walk in wearing a nice, long sundress that drove loki mad, holding two glasses of wine

and he’d pull you in close to him, and you two would sway in each other’s arms for what seemed like hours

when you two were tired, and ready for the day to be over, he’d pull you into him in bed, wrapping his arms around you

you’d press a warm kiss to his neck, and he’d leave one on your forehead. then you two would meet in the middle with a kiss on the lips.

you guys sleep with a window open, letting the sounds of nature filter through

as your eyes began to droop, loki whispers softly by your ear, sending light shivers through your body

“my little dove, i am yours forever.”

pure tranquility. and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Becca’s Babysitter

Pairing: Dilf!Bucky x Babysitter!Reader

Word Count: 1540

Warnings: Fluff? Implied smut

A/N: PLEASE RE-BLOG; my blog is suddenly wanting me to flop. anyway, it’s okay if u actually don’t want to. if u read my work u mean the world to me <3

Summary: Bucky and his daughter like you a lot.

Bucky felt bad. When he apologetically texted you that he'd be an extra hour at work, he wasn't really sure what your reaction would be. You were already staying until 11, and Bucky was sure that you had other things to do. Fortunately or unfortunately for him, he didn't get a reaction. Had you missed his message? Surely you'd let him know if you were leaving the house before he was home.

Meanwhile, you shifted uncomfortably in your jeans, tired of watching "Bubble Guppies" with Becca. You loved Becs, but, Jesus, could she really drain you. As soon as you got here, you regretted wearing skinny jeans to play with her. Your eyes were practically drooping and you needed to bring Becca upstairs to sleep. For an eight year old, you thought 9:00 was a pretty sweet bedtime, but apparently Becs didn't think so.

She begged, and begged, and begged for you to let her stay up for another 15 minutes. You did. You always gave in. The last 15 minutes before Bubble Guppies consisted of chocolate and vanilla swirled cookies and icing that read "For Daddy!", which Becca could claim as her own handwriting. You made Becca brush her teeth after eating those, and slowly, she grew tired out as well.

"Thanks for taking me to the mall today, Y/N. I had lots, and lots, and LOTS of fun!"

"Anytime, Kiddo." you ruffled up her hair a little bit, making her giggle.

Just then, you remembered that you should probably hide all of the shopping bags away from Bucky. Anytime you got a single thing for Becca, he'd find a way to pay you back. Most of the things you bought for Becs were bought because you wanted to buy them for her.

"Will you stay will me until the monsters go away, Y/N?"

You sighed, rubbing over your temple, and searching for your phone, only to find that it had fallen out on the couch, where iCarly was now playing on the TV.

Bucky brushed his hair back with his fingers, finally closing up his briefcase, and wiping his tired eyes. Staring at a computer screen for 13.5 hours was not fun, but the blue light glasses you recommended did help.

As fast as he could, Bucky shoved himself into his black Mercedes, remembering that Becca wanted a less flashy car, and turned on the seat heater. He flicked through radio stations until he found a podcast that he wouldn't really be listening to.

The ride home was fifteen, maybe twenty minutes, but to Bucky, it felt like hours. There wasn't even traffic this late at night, so what was the need for so many stop lights?

When Bucky opened the door, he fully expected an irritated Y/N to be waiting in the sunroom, but you were no where to be found, and neither was Becca. The TV was left on, on the main floor. Now Danny Phantom was spying his way through some kind of laboratory.

Leading his way to the kitchen, there was no mess, as per usual. He did, however, notice a couple of loose sprinkles by the fridge's water dispenser. Next to it, a Tupperware filled with the cookies you made that he loved so much, and one placed on a napkin on the top, neat cursive printing "For Daddy!" He smiled widely at the writing, knowing that it was your's.

By now, Bucky had supposed you went home. Maybe your phone died, and you hadn't gotten his message. Or maybe you were keeping an eye on Becca from afar, and by afar, he means across the street. Convenient babysitting, huh?

Bucky trudged up the stairs, eating the chocolate and vanilla cookie, getting ready to brush his teeth, when he heard a buzz. It came from the living room on the main floor, a ringtone he'd heard before followed.

"Must've left her phone here." he shrugged, shoving the rest of the cookie into his mouth.

Before going to bed, he thought he ought to check on Becca, to make sure that she was sleeping okay.

His eyes first caught on the shopping bags, ones he couldn't help but sigh at. They were tucked neatly behind her door, just small plastic handles creeping out. Bending down, he checked the receipt. $100.

"Jesus." he rolled his eyes.

They stopped halfway in their trail, and his breath hitched when his eyes were stuck on you. Becca's arms tugged on your torso, while she was drooling all over your shirt. You, however, had your lips pursed, slow, gentle breaths falling out of them. Bucky couldn't help but coo at the sight.

Searching through his work pants, he finally stumbled out his phone, snapping a picture. It didn't occur to him that the flash was on, even in the pink, lit room. "Daddy?" Becca grumbled out of her sleep, rubbing her head on your tummy as you shifted around.

"Daddy!"

"Hi, Baby! Shh. We don't wanna wake Y/N. She's very, very tired." he shook his head with a finger over head lips. Shortly after, he spread his arms wide for a bear hug from his daughter. He twirled her in a circle before putting her back in bed.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Is Y/N staying forever?"

"Well, I don't know about forever, but she can certainly stay the night if she'd like to."

"What about tomorrow? And the night after that? And after that? And that? And that? And—"

"Okay, okay, Becca. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. I like Y/N too, but we're just gonna have to wait and see what happens, okay?"

"Okay..." Becca pouted like a five year old. "We made you a cookie. The rest are our's though."

You stirred in your sleep, taking in a deep breath, and sighing it all out again.

"Becca. Y/N needs an adult bed. Now, did you make her stay here?"

"I didn't do anything! She was making all the monsters go away!"

"Hey, you stopped caring about the monsters ages ago. Now tell Daddy the truth."

"... Fine. I wanted Y/N to stay here."

Bucky meant to discipline his daughter, he really did, but the confession was just too damn cute. He swept you off the bed like you weighed twenty pounds, and carried you like a bride. "Go to bed, Sweets. It's my turn to babysit."

"Goodnight, Daddy."

"Goodnight, Baby." Bucky waved, closing his daughter's door, so he could carry you into his own bed.

"Such a good girl." he praised both you and his daughter in one statement.

When your head fell onto his chest, he couldn’t help the audible chuckle of adoration that escaped his mouth. He loved the way you treated his daughter. More so, he couldn’t seem to get enough of you.

Laying you gently onto his bed, Bucky brushed a piece of hair behind your ear, stroking his thumb over your cheek. Unbeknownst to you, his lips grazed your cheek, Bucky’s way of saying goodnight, before he went to sleep on the sofa.

It must’ve been an hour before you woke up again, dark walls encompassing you. It smelled like oranges and mint; Bucky. You glanced quickly down the hall to Becca’s room, before sneaking down the hall and staircase.

“Mornin’.” Bucky croaked, having been woken by your steps on the hardwood.

“Bucky—I’m so sorry! I promise, I didn’t mean to—I didn’t know—”

“Y/N, don’t worry about it. Becs is happy, that’s all that matters.”

“Okay.” you sighed, trying to rub your eyes back to sleep. “Thank you so much, Bucky.”

“Stay the night.”

The command caught you off guard, and you found yourself wondering if you were still dreaming. You pinched your arm just to be completely sure.

“You did so much for Rebecca today. I’d love it if you would stay the night. You must be tired.”

“Thank you... but I couldn’t possibly do that to you.”

“Please? I’m asking you to.”

“... Well, alright.” You gave into those sharp blue eyes that always carved holes into your heart, then put it all back together with a hug.

“Amazing. I’ll put on the kettle.”

“Becs really likes you, you know. Tellin’ me she wants you to be her new mommy.”

“I-I didn’t mean to overstep.” your face got heated, rosy blush covering their surface. It make Bucky want to giggle.

“You didn’t. I’d be happy for her to have a mom like you. I mean, her’s left without a second thought.”

“Selfish bitch.” you muttered under your breath, hoping Bucky didn’t hear—he did. “I can’t understand how someone could leave Becca like that. Or you for that matter.”

If it were at all possible, that was the moment Bucky realized his situation. He’d fallen in love with his neighbour, his daughter’s babysitter, and the kind girl across the street who brings over Sunday’s dinners.

Without thinking another thought, he crashed his lips into your’s and you responded almost immediately with your tongue. You scratched at his fluffy, but well-kept, beard with your fingers, and got yourself lost in his lips.

“Becca has to go to school—” Bucky checked his watch. “—in eight hours.”

“P-plenty of time.”

Beliefs - Avengers Cast x Teen!Reader

Okay, I am writing this as i am BEYOND angry at a message that came up in my ask inbox. Anyone who has ever been and scrolled through my page will know that I am IN NO WAY racist or homophobic and that I don’t tolerate people that do believe that just due to their complexion or sexuality they are superior to another person. Despite this, I received a hate message through my asks (no I’m not going to shame the person by putting the message here) saying that I SHOULD NOT BE SUPPORTING PEOPLE who are of a minority by ethnicity or a sexual orientation that isn’t heterosexuality. I just don’t understand why you feel the need to correct me on my beliefs regarding society when a) you don’t know me and b) what is to say you are in any way entitled to say that my socio-cultural views are wrong.

Having said this, I will by putting forth my personal views through this short imagine and if you have a problem with my views please feel free to message me about it :)

Anyway, onto the story… 

You were a new character to the MCU called Sirena, you power being able to control things by your singing voice. This was your first big film having only been in smaller roles in the past in TV shows or minor films. This was your first panel interview with the full Avengers: Infinity War cast before the premier in May later this year. The press and audience were asking various questions to the other members of the cast whilst you just sat next to Benedict Cumberbatch and Tom Hiddleston where you laughed and made jokes or comments where appropriate. However, perhaps unfortunately, the press finally turned their beady eyes onto you as you nervously twirled the microphone in your hand.

“So, Y/N L/N-” Before the interviewer could ask their question the crowd exploded into claps and cheers to which you laughed and thanked them for. “Y/N, as the newest character to the Marvel Film Franchise we were wondering if we could get to know you a bit better in terms of your beliefs?”

“My beliefs?” You questioned and you noticed some of the other cast members tensing up around you, especially Tom to your left.

“Well, yes as in your social beliefs.”

You nodded warily to your self thinking of how to phrase your answer. “Well, to phrase it in the easiest way possible I am a strong believer in egalitarianism.”

“You believe in equal opportunities for people regardless of their sexuality, gender or race?” The interviewer almost seemed shocked by this which annoyed you greatly.

“Of course I would; I see no reason in doing anything else. I don’t see why people should receive different treatment based upon their nationality, for example, or the colour of their skin. I mean look at the incredible cast surrounding me; both Ben and Tom next to me are from the UK, Seb is from Romania, RDJ and loads of these people are from the States, Hemsworth over there is from Australia, Scarlett is part Danish, Zoe is part Dominican, Benicio is both Spanish and Puerto Rican; yet they are all crazy good actors-” You were cut off as the cheers and noise got to loud to talk over from the audience. “which proves neither nationality nor race matters when it comes to talent. As in regards to sexual orientation, why should that matter? Whether someone is bisexual, asexual, homosexual or otherwise, the individual can work professionally and carry out any action just the same as any heterosexual has the capability to. The gender or sex of a person should bare no impact on how that person is viewed. I’m tired of seeing double standards.” - The audience once again became too loud for you to talk over - “And I solemnly believe that regardless of gender, sex, race, nationality, sexuality that every individual should have the same treatment, same rights and same opportunities.” This time the audience was deafening and not only were they clapping and cheering, but so were cast members, especially those closest to you. Cumberbatch next to you gave you a big thumbs up and a wink as he clapped with everyone else.

Eventually after a few minutes everyone quietened and Chris Evans chuckled quietly into his mic before speaking. “How is the youngest of us the most articulate and the most wise?”

RDJ leant over and patted him on the shoulder. “She’s N/N, you don’t ask questions.”

“I HEARD THAT DOWNEY!”

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO L/N!”

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Laced Around Your Throat

Summary: Your Mob boyfriend knows that the only thing that looks even better than his hand around your throat is his custom made necklace. You’re his girl and the world needs to know it. 

Pairing: Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2.5K 

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, possessive behavior, exhibitionism, voyeurism,  cockwarming, oral (m receiving), fingering (x 2), choking, very brief daddy kink (mentioned once)

 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥 by the wonderful @whisperlullaby​, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵) However no permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post any parts of my stories anywhere (reblogs are great). 

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A/N: Requested. 

Steve runs New York with an iron fist, sharing his wealth and power with his best friend Bucky. His legitimate businesses are lucrative fronts for the state’s largest criminal organizations. Rumors run rampant through the boroughs about the golden hair CEO and the mysterious brunet known only to the public as the Winter Soldier, however, no one dares to say anything too loud.

No one is brave enough to risk his wrath. Louder than the rumors of the mob boss are the whispers about what happens to his enemies. 

He has the police in his pocket, the governor on speed dial, and senators begging for a meeting. 

While people know of Steve Rogers, very few know the man behind his meticulously crafted façade. 

Steve has worked hard to keep his name away from his more nefarious dealings, content to let others take credit for his handiwork. It’s easier for him to rule when people are unaware of everything that he owns. His privacy is more important to him than the notoriety that comes with his status. 

There is one thing, one person, he does claim. 

You.

Oh, Steve loves you. You belong to him. His feral need to claim you that grows more powerful each day. He’s not happy until he’s fucked you senseless, so thoroughly and deeply, that you feel him long after he’s slipped out of your tight warm pussy, his passionate lovemaking leaves you wearing his marks all over your soft thighs and chest. 

It’s a vicious cycle, seeing you marked up makes him want to mark you even more. Hearing you scream out his name as he fucks you makes him go harder until you’re wrecked, overstimulated and limp on the bed. A vicious cycle that you can’t get enough of. Neither can he. 

But nothing compares to how his hand curves perfectly around your throat, your skin painted with bruises from his thick fingers, lips, and teeth. Steve knows only one thing will look better around your throat. 

His name. 

He had the necklace designed by a French artist and handcrafted by an Italian jeweler. The black diamonds woven throughout the collar enhanced the colorful crimson rubies, his name etched in the braided tassel that could be split apart and attached to the ends of the necklace, hanging in loops over your collarbone. 

Or it can be left down, dropping between your breasts, his name twisting with each sway of the chain. When Steve saw how perfectly it fit on you, he knew it was worth every penny, he would spend millions to have more commissioned for you. His girl. 

The night he put it on you, seeing his name on against your skin changed something in him. His alpha side reaching new heights. You watched in awe and heady anticipation as he swiftly removed his clothes, ordering you to stay still. 

“Sweetheart, now is not the time to tease me, I can’t be responsible for what I’ll do.” He swore, his voice deepening the longer he stared at you. 

Steve’s hands trembled with the urge to choke you, his desire to be inside you overwhelming his senses, all he could see was you splayed on his gigantic bed, naked and ready for him. The necklace glinting under the lights; the sight fraying his barely there control. When you tugged on it, murmuring his name, he snapped. 

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Tired

azriel (acotar) x reader

warnings: mentions of blood, depression

word count: 1809

Sunlight filtered through the curtains of your room and the sound of birds humming filled the room. Groggily, you opened your eyes, surveying the scene. The left side of your bed was cold and empty. Azriel must have had to head up to Windhaven earlier this morning.

Glancing to the window, you saw it was half way open. Azriel’s small gestures never failed to make you smile. He knew you loved the smell of the breeze and the fresh air. It was refreshing. A moment of peace.But recently, it got harder and harder to smile. You put on a front to alleviate suspicion. The last thing you wanted was the inner circle being worried about your problems while they were dealing with other threats.

Swinging your legs over the bed, you felt the cool breeze against them. You made your way to the bathroom, getting ready for the day. You splashed cold water onto your face to try and wake yourself up. You looked in the mirror and saw a stranger staring back. Your disgust and hatred surfaced as your grip tightened on the edge of the bathroom counter. Why were you feeling this way? You wished you could go back to normal, to the happy carefree person you were months ago. That person was nowhere to be seen and you were stuck like this, stuck in your head and your thoughts.

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What do you think about dad's best friend Steve and innocent reader? Like Steve's kinda manipulative and hot and reader's too naive and he tricks her into having sex with her, she's reluctant at first but lowkey was always attracted to him so gives in and that results in smutty goodness. Also umm can you throw in daddy kink in the mix as I can't seem to send any requests without including it?😅🤭❤️ I hope it is not too much.🥺 Thank you and loveeeeeeeee you sweetie!!!❤️💞💓

dad’s best friend

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap, softdark!Steve, possessive!Steve, reader is in her twenties, daddy kink, dirty talk, curse words, smut, come play, unprotected sex

I am about to run wild with this and I love you!!

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Warily you eyed the clock on the wall. The mug in your hands had long since gone cold. It was still half full. The liquid sloshed in the cup with every twitch or awkward shift and there were many. Your father was meant to pick you up from Steve’s almost an hour ago and he still hadn't shown.

“Um,” you called out, “maybe we should text him?”

“We can do,” Steve replied, his voice floating from the kitchen, “but I don’t think it’ll be much use - oh, damn!”

Steve appeared in the doorway, dish cloth thrown over his shoulder and phone in hand. “I asked him to come at eight instead of six. My bad.”

You checked the clock again. It had only just gone ten to seven. You sighed and relaxed back into the sofa. “It’s fine. Do you want help with those dishes?”

You followed Steve back into his kitchen and settled into an easy rhythm; he washed and you dried. The silence was welcome and it was easy to get yourself lost in such a simple task.

Steve had saved your ass today. The rain had been torrential and Steve lived close to your college, almost an entire hour closer than your family. The wasn't normally an issue but it was a weekend and you’d been looking forward to spending it with them. 

Steve’s elbow brushed your arm. “Alright there, doll?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you nodded, “just looking forward to spending the weekend with family.”

Steve’s lips quirked up as he nudged you again. “Am I not family enough for you, doll?”

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye. The blue eyes, dark blonde hair. Broad shoulders and a beard that you wanted to slide your fingers into...sigh. You shook your head. “Sure you are.” and that was the problem.

Steve stared at you for a moment longer. Sometimes it felt as if he was looking right into you, peeling your brain open like a diary and flicking through all your dirtiest thoughts. A shudder ran down your spine and you looked away, embarrassed. God forbid. 

Eventually the sink was clean of dishes. A glance at the clock told you it had only even ten minutes. Taking in a deep breath, you moved to sink back into the couch. 

“Wait a minute,” Steve said, “I’ve got something I want you to take a look at.”

Steve was waiting at the bottom of the stairs and began heading up once you reached him. The walls were devoid of any kind of picture, though there was a chest in the upstairs hall that had a framed photo of him and your father. Steve had always been a great family friend and had spent many a weekend young your house. Now you were wondering what that might have cost him. Had he ever been lonely?

Steve led you into his bedroom and you followed without question. Your cheeks flared at the rumbled bed sheets and you averted your eyes. You felt like a pervert. Steve was stood by the side of his bed. He picked something off of the bedside table and when he turned to show you, your lips parred.

“You remember this?” he said. “Only a year or so old, I think. I’m not usually one for photos but I saw this and - you just looked so beautiful.”

The light gleamed off of the photo, illuminating your grin immortalised by the camera. Steve was right; it was only a year old. You’d been embarrassed and had stopped your family from ordering the photo once the sample had been sent out. Your hair looked a little too frazzled, your grin a little too wide. Apparently that hadn’t mattered to Steve.

“Why do you have that?” you asked. The question sat heavy in the air, weighing you down. You swallowed and your tongue felt clumsy in your mouth.

Steve hummed thoughtfully, turning the photo back to himself and stroking a thumb down the side. The silence was heavy. Then, a slight tilt of his head, and he was looking back at you. “I think you know why, doll.”

A shaky breath shoved its way past your lips and you took a step back. Never had you - there had been looks but - he was your father’s best friend. 

You shook your head. “No, Steve. I - no. It’s just a silly crush --”

“Maybe to you,” Steve interrupted. He discarded the picture on the bed and you watched it bounce. “But not for me. I have loved you for years. Do you know how it felt when - finally - one day you looked at me and it just clicked? You could never have hid how you felt. Not from me.”

“Steve, my dad --”

“Doesn’t have to know,” he spoke quickly. He reached out and his hand brushed your face. At some point he’d cornered you, and now he was the only thing between you and the door. “I’ve thought about it. I - we can do this. You spend a lot of time here all ready so he won’t bat an eye --”

“Steve, no.”

It was hard to watch. Steve flinched suddenly, as if he’d been hit. The hand by your face was shaking badly and the urge to reach out and take was a strong one. 

You’d lied to him. It was more than a crush. But hiding something of this extent from your parents? You’d never done anything of the sort before, didn’t know if you could start doing it now.

Steve’s hands suddenly cupped your face, angling it up toward his. You opened your mouth to speak but he silenced you with a kiss. You’d like to say that you struggled but - you didn’t. It was disturbingly easy to melt into the affection, open your mouth under his tongue and let his it sweep in. You went limp and surrendered yourself to it. 

Steve parted from you but not for long. He had you pinned to the wall with his body as his lips were caressing your gave and moving down your neck. “Don’t say that to me, doll. I’ve waited for so long and - I have to have you.”

The heat in his tone made you whimper and he swallowed the sound with his own mouth, ensuring your attention remained solely on him. It’s yours, you wanted to say, has been yours for so long.

An exhale shakily parted your lips when you felt the line of his cock press into your stomach. Your pussy clenched automatically at the thought of it, at the thought of Steve fucking you and slowly taking you apart with it. You dug your fingers into Steve's hair, tugging when he bit particularly hard at the long line of your neck.

The room swirled around you as Steve pulled you from the wall and to the direction of his bed. You went willingly, whimpering when the heat of his hands and mouth left you for too long. It was finally happening and you were desperate for it. If he stopped now or turned away you felt as if you'd die. A fire had started in your core and was steadily working its way through your body, trails of it left wherever Steve’s hands went.

“Don’t stop,” you managed, your voice ragged to your own ears. “Touch me, Steve.”

“Won’t,” Steve bit back, “can’t. Not Steve, darling girl. Daddy.”

Daddy. Now you were considering if Steve really had peeked inside your head at some point. 

Your pussy was pulsing along with your heartbeat, desperate for touch. You arched your back and pressed your breasts into Steve’s hands. Steve tweaked at your nipples through the fabric and then pulled it down, freeing your breasts. The urge to cover yourself came and went as Steve enveloped your nipples in his hot mouth, sucking hard enough to have you crying out. Your body was writing underneath his.

He parted from your breast with a ‘pop’ and his hands went to your jeans. The sound of your zipper coming down had your nerves flaring but then he was yanking them from your body hard enough to leave red marks and your panties were quick to follow.

Steve’s eyes fixated on the space between your legs and he inhaled noisily, sweeping a trembling hand across his mouth. “Fuck, doll. You want Daddy to touch your pretty cunt?”

“Daddy, yes,” you answered frantically. Burning up.

Despite the hunger in his gaze, Steve’s fingers trailed languidly across your pussty. His thumb swiped your clit and you shook. He used two fingers to part your lips, opening you to his careful gaze. The urge to rush him was strong, but you also understood. Steve was an artist. He’d want to see it all, take it in, tuck the details to this back of his mind for later. 

Your body flared up again at the thought of later. The image of Steve laid in this very bed, naked, hand around his cock, almost had you coming spontaneously. “Daddy, I can’t wait much longer.”

Steve hummed, eyes flickering back up to your face. They stayed that way, darting between your pussy and your face as he slid two fingers in to the knuckle. They went smoothly and you felt your arousal leaking around them. The thought of it pooling on the bed made you hotter and you felt almost dizzy.

Steve lazily fucked you open with them, humming appreciatively at the wet sound that soon came every time they pushed in. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to your belly, inhaling deeply. 

“Feels good, doll? My fingers in your pretty cunt?” he purred.

“Oh, God, yes,” you breathed, hips stuttering on the bed. “Need more.”

You cried out when his fingers pulled out and didn’t return. Pink lips parted and you watched as he took his fingers into his own mouth, sucking hungrily at your arousal. Then he was reaching for his shirt and tearing it off to join your jeans in the corner. His own followed and you gasped when his cock sprang up and brushed his belly button.

The head was an angry red and was damp with precum. Your mouth watered and the urge to taste rose up but you pushed it aside for another time. Steve fisted his cock and pumped it a few times, eyes more black than blue. He looked starved. 

“Gonna let me slide into that pretty cunt?” he rasped. The bed dipped as he got on, getting on his knees in front of you. “Fuck you stupid?”

“Yes,” you cooed, “anything, Daddy.”

Your legs jolted when Steve grabbed them and used them to pull you closer. His cock bobbed against his thigh and brushed against yours. It made you embarrassingly close to begging. Fast was not fast enough. You wanted to feel it all and you wanted to feel it now. 

The head of his cock caressed your clit and you sighed, relaxing into Steve’s hold. He had one hand at your hip and the other was guiding his cock to your pussy. The sight was more erotic that you’d been prepared for and he cooed when your pussy clenched again around nothing.

“Gonna get you nice and full,” he promised, “watch me leaking out of you.”

The stretch was welcome, and God, it was a stretch. Steve pushed forward until his hips were flush against yours. There was no pain, only a distinct feeling of being deliciously and utterly full. Just like he’d promised.

You rolled your hips experimentally and let your head fall back at the sensation. Still not enough. When both of Steve’s hands came to push your legs further apart and then cup your hips you shuddered in relief. 

“Been thinking about this so long,” he bit out. “Never gonna get enough of this cunt. Mine.”

Steve slid away until only the tip was remaining and then pulled your hips down at the same time he pushed forward. He sank you down onto his cock and watched as he disappeared inside of you and your arousal leaked out around his cock. It was a sight he’d never get enough of.

The pace didn’t remain slow for long. Soon the room was loud with the sound of his hips snapping together with yours and the soft appreciative coos he gave every time you moaned for him. He set a rhythm that allowed you no respite and made you take everything he was giving you, made you feel it all.

“Say it,” he urged. “say you’re mine. Tell me who this cunt belongs to.”

“Yours, Daddy,” you cried out, “’m yours.”

“Fucking right,” he groaned as he altered the position, leaning down until he was held up by his forearms around you. Your breasts pressed into his chest and when your nipples brushed against his you almost sobbed. 

Your orgasm didn’t creep up on you, it was loud and left trails of fire in its wake as it thoroughly ravaged you and left you limp beneath Steve. His pace stuttered at the sensations of your nails digging crescent shapes into his back and your pussy clenching wildly around his cock. Hips pressed tight to yours, cock seated deep, he let himself go. The feel of his release inside of you had him twitching already and you moaned. 

“Good girl,” he purred, “been so good for me. Was always meant to be like this.”

Steve didn’t pull out, only rolled to his side and manoeuvred your limbs until you were lying quite comfortably beside him. You caught a glimpse of the clock beside him and suddenly went cold. “Steve, my dad.”

“It’s okay, doll,” he spoke through a yawn, “he’s not coming till tomorrow.”

Too tired to argue, you let yourself relax back into his arms. Something sharp was poking your thigh and you swept your arm out, knocking the picture onto the floor. As you stared at the path it had taken, you knew Steve was right. It was always meant to be like this.