sohoshawty

[sohoshawty]

First Class Fantasies

pairing: dadsbestfriend!steve rogers x wilson!fem!reader (modern au)

summary: steve has noticed your crush on him for a while now, and he decides it's time to have some fun with it. not even caring that his best friend, your father, was only a few feet away.

word count: 4.6k

warnings: smut, age gap (reader 21, steve 45) playful teasing, dirty talk, use of pet names, daddy kink, innocence kink, dumbification, public fingering, mile high club ?, panty stealing, finger sucking, degradation, praising !!! 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI !!!

notes: i'm in love with dbf!steve so i just had to write this. also this has been sitting in the drafts for long enough. i hope you all enjoy ! 💗

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It was tough being a Wilson. There were so many expectations you had to meet, events you were dragged to alongside your father, moments you missed out on with friends.

But one of the hardest was having constant contact with none other than Steve Rogers.

You shouldn't have a crush on your fathers best friend, but it was hard not to.

Everything about him made you weak in the knees. His adorable smile, his piercing blue eyes, the fact that he towered over everyone with his 6’4” frame.

The first time you met him was right before you left for college, at the going away party your father insisted on throwing for you. With a neatly wrapped present in hand, he stepped into the foyer of your family house and instantly took your breath away.

It didn't help when he greeted you- his warm palm placed gently against the small of your back, pulling you into him; while his lips placed a soft kiss to the side of your cheek. Thankfully your dad wasn't around to take notice of you unfolding into a stuttering mess.

Ever since that day, you were smitten by him. Always wondering how he was doing, if he might be seeing someone- but more importantly how his lips would feel elsewhere on your body. But you knew due to the age difference, as well as him being buddy-buddy with your dad, that nothing would ever happen between you two. So you did your best to just ignore him. Thankfully, you had college classes to aid you in your efforts. Though those efforts would soon come to an end.

Living in your own studio apartment, a few blocks away from campus, you were packing up your belongings to head back home. It was the end of your junior year and as per the agreement you made with your father, you had to leave D.C and head back to New York to spend time with him during the summer.

Going back to the city wasn't all that bad. Being the daughter of the Chief Financial Officer for Stark Industries had its perks. Your own personal driver, unlimited spending sprees, constant fine dining, you enjoyed the spoiled life.

But one thing you couldn't get used to was the endearing man who awaited you back in the city. You just couldn't shake the nervousness that filled your body knowing that you were going to reunite with Steve. He had this friendly, yet intimidating demeanor that always took you by surprise. The way he’d look at people, you swore he was searching into their souls in order to find some unspoken secret about themselves.

During the flight back home, leaving Howard University behind, your thoughts were continuously plagued with the blonde Adonis.

Once your plane landed, you made your way to baggage claim to grab your belongings before heading out to the terminal entrance. You stood there waiting for your usual driver, Peter, to come and pick you up as scheduled.

You were switching through apps on your phone when suddenly you noticed a black town car pull directly in front of you. Before you had the chance to move out the way, the backseat window pulled down, causing you to gasp at who was revealed to you.

“Everytime I see you, little one, you keep getting bigger and bigger. I’m gonna need to find you a new nickname.”

Steve beamed at you, the smile reaching his eyes. He reached for the door handle before stepping out of the vehicle, alongside his own driver. You were so focused on the man in front of you, you didn’t realize your luggage was being transported into the trunk.

“H-hi Steve,” your words fumbling out due to the effect he still had on you.

He peered down at you, both hands resting on his hips. “I haven’t seen you in months and all I get is a ‘hi’?” Before you could respond, he pulled you into him, your face buried into his firm chest. You absentmindedly breathed in his aroma, the scent of his cedarwood cologne made you feel dizzy with want.

Even in his usual attire of a three piece suit to assert his power as C.O.O, you could still feel the taut muscles of his abdomen pressing against you. The feeling made your clit throb, forcing you to suppress the moan threatening to bubble out.

Steve pulled away from you, but kept you close, close enough to where you could feel his warm breath fan across your face. “How was your flight? I know how you don’t like flying that much.”

“Everything was fine. Still a little anxious,” you began, not daring to look the blonde in his eyes, “but glad to be back on the ground.”

Steve noticed your lack of eye contact, a smirk trying to make its way across his features- because he knew all about your little crush on him.

Whenever you were back home from college, he couldn’t get enough of your wandering glances when you thought he wasn’t looking. The way your breathing would become erratic, your pupils blown, anytime he’d look directly into your eyes or down at your soft and enticing lips.

His flirtatious and intense demeanor was intentional- he just loved watching you squirm. The way your bottom lip would get caught in between your teeth, your thighs slyly rubbing together to try and quell the ache between them whenever he was in your presence. Your nervousness and obvious desire-filled gaze only spurred him on.

He knows that you’re his best friend's daughter, but his cock would strain against his pants anytime he was near you.

Steve would make sure to be there anytime you came back home from university, putting priorities on the back burner, just to be in your presence.

Hooking his index finger, he used it to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look up at him. “Don't worry little one, as long as you’re with me, you’ll be safe and sound,” he promised, his voice dropping an octave.

You stood there locked in a trance with Steve. You couldn’t help but audibly gasp at the proximity of his mouth near yours. Thoughts of how his lips would feel against yours ran through your mind as per usual.

Steve quickly pulled away from you and opened the car door, acting as if nothing had happened, “Well, as much as I’d like to spend some more time with just the two of us, your dad awaits.”

Snapping out of your perverse thoughts, you clambered into the vehicle with Steve following close behind.

Once inside, he ordered his driver to head to your fathers penthouse, then raised the partition, giving the two of you privacy.

You tried to keep your heart rate steady but was finding it difficult due to Steve being so close to you. His warmth radiated off of him, making you feel absolutely cozy in the confined space.

Steve watched as you stared out the window, the angle allowed him the glorious sight of your elongated neck. All he wanted to do was trace his lips against it, hearing your moans of desire.

Leaning over, he placed his palm against the back of your hand, the action making you jump.

He couldn’t control his chuckle at your reaction, “Sorry to scare you little one, just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You tried to respond, but the feel of his warm palm added with his thumb slightly stroking your hand had you at a loss of words. So you did the only thing you were confident you could do, and simply nodded at him.

The rest of the car ride to your father was silent, except for your slight heavy breathing. All you could focus on was the feel of his hand, and how it never left your own for the rest of the journey.

After arriving home, you reunited with your father, the moment brief due to him being called back into the office.

You made your way towards your childhood room to get changed for dinner that he had planned for your return that night.

Summer in Manhattan was humid, so you opted to wear a cream sundress, the silk material stopping right at your mid thigh.

When you were finally dressed, you went downstairs to meet Peter who would be escorting you to the restaurant. “Evening, Ms. Wilson,” the brunette squeaked towards you while holding the backseat door open.

“I’ve told you this a million times Peter, you can just call me (Y/N).”

“Sorry ma’am- (Y/N).” An apologetic look etched on his face made you smile.

It was only a five minute drive before you were stopped in front of the establishment. Once you stepped inside and gave your name to the hostess, you were directed towards the back of the restaurant. There your eyes landed on not one but two gentlemen.

“Hi dad,” you greeted your father with a kiss on the cheek, “Steve.”

With Sam in his presence, he had to restrain himself from reaching out to feel every inch of your delectable figure. So he kept it minimal and stuck to his usual greeting, a hand to the small of your back and a peck on the cheek. “Hey (Y/N). Sam offered for me to tag along, if that’s alright with you.”

Dinner went smoothly. The air filled with laughter and your father’s usual exaggerated stories. You were finishing up your dessert when your father slid an envelope towards you, showcasing a toothy smile.

“What’s this?” you pondered, thumbing the envelope open.

“Well, you finished junior year on the Dean’s List, again. So I thought you deserved this.”

Opening up the envelope, you reached inside and was greeted with airplane tickets. Looking at the details, you realized they were round trip tickets to Saint Lucia.

You couldn’t contain the squeal of excitement at the gift. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Launching up, you embraced your father and felt his own laughter rumble out of him.

“Don’t thank me, it was a team effort,” your father began, nudging the blonde in the shoulder, “We both thought you could use the vacation before you started senior year.”

Unlatching yourself, you went over and repeated the same actions towards Steve. “Thank you Steve.”

He felt your nipples through the thin fabric of your dress against his chest. The feeling made him desperate to know how they’d feel against his tongue. “It’s no problem, anything for you doll.”

Once you sat back down, you looked at the flight details and saw that there were 3 boarding passes. “Oh, are you coming with us Steve?” Hope clearly evident in your voice, making him smile.

“Yeah, just like you, I could use the break. Time away from the office is just what we need, right Sam?” Steve joked with your father while he nodded in agreement.

He watched Sam excuse himself to the bathroom, leaving the two of you at the table. Steve watched you as a smile was plastered on your face while you read the itinerary.

You felt an intense gaze on you making you look up, meeting Steve’s glance. “T-thank you again, Steve. I’ve always wanted to go here.”

Steve shone a sincere smile at your comment. Reaching out, he placed a hand against your exposed left thigh, his fingertips dangerously close to your core. He began to subtly stroke the soft expanse of your thigh, each rise getting closer to your warmth.

“Anything for my best girl,” he cooed, admiring the way his simple action had you frozen in your seat. “You stay in school, get amazing grades, you’re never in any trouble. Such a good girl for your father. I am so proud of you princess.”

The sudden praise that left his lips caused you to squeeze your knees together, trapping his fingers in between your thighs. You thought he was going to remove them, but he just squeezed the flesh between his hands. It was when you felt his pinky trace against the dampened crotch of your panties, that you let out a breathy moan. The sound raised the hairs across Steve’s body and made his dick twitch in his slacks.

Out of his peripheral vision, he saw Sam emerge from the bathrooms and head back towards them. Steve removed his hand and stroked his beard, acting as if nothing had happened.

“So (Y/N),” Sam began as he sat back down, “You thought about all the things you wanted to do once we’re down there?”

Steve watched as you tried to form a coherent sentence, still too flustered at his actions.

While you were conversing with your father, Steve brought the pad of his moist digit to his mouth, elusively tasting your essence that clung to his finger. It was only a drop, but your sweetness quickly sent him into a frenzy, and he knew he needed to taste you a little bit more.

It had been 3 weeks since that dinner and you were heading towards the airport, sitting next to your father. Your father insisted on taking a red eye flight so that you could arrive at Saint Lucia in the morning, planning for the sun to greet you when you all land on the island.

Once the two of you arrived and made your way inside, you were greeted with the sight of Steve.

Forgoing his usual attire of tailored suits, Steve was dressed in a pair of fitting blue jeans. A navy bomber jacket fit snug around his arms overtop a white tee that defined every ridge of his muscles underneath.

“You two ready to start our vacation?”

After dropping off your luggage and showing your boarding passes, the three of you made your way towards first class. Upon inspection, you saw that two seats were together in their enclosed space, leaving one to be seated by a stranger.

“I can sit with (Y/N),” Steve piped, “You know how anxious she gets when flying.”

“Thanks man,” your father said before turning to you. “It’ll only be a couple of hours, okay?”

You nodded along to your father, “Yeah, I’ll be fine, don’t you worry.”

Steve helped you put your carry on in the overhead compartment before sliding in beside you.

The exhausted flight attendants did their required monologues before the aircraft took off, lifting you into the sky.

You hadn’t realized your eyes were clamped shut and you were grasping onto the arm rest until Steve caressed your hand. “It’s okay princess, the hard part is over. You can relax now,” his smooth voice calmed your frayed nerves, allowing you to sink into the plush seats.

The stewardess began to pass out blankets to every occupant before powering down the overhead lights, the plane darkened only being lit with various phone and laptop screens from other passengers.

“These blankets are pretty big, do you wanna just share one?” Steve questioned, hopeful that you would say yes, which you did.

He draped the material over your lower half, making sure you had plenty of room before covering himself.

You sat up and looked towards your father, who was already fast asleep. “Of course he’s already down for the count. He can sleep through anything.”

Steve looked over to make sure his best friend was sound asleep before filthy thoughts plagued his mind.

“You know, if you want,” Steve began, leading his hand under the blanket to rest upon your bare thigh, “I know of a way that could get you to sleep soundly.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared up at the man. “Steve, I-“

“Shh, princess. Don’t want to wake him up now do we?”

You shook your head at him while trying to not squeeze your thighs once more.

“I know all about your little crush on me. You think I can’t tell how wet I make you with just a simple look.” Steve began to caress your thigh making your body feel hot from his touch.

“You can’t even look at me without turning into a stuttering mess,” he mocked you, his teasing touch sending shockwaves throughout your body.

He leaned towards you, his lips ghosting along the shell of your ear while his breath danced along the nape of your neck. “Y’know, you may be a smart and studious girl, but to me you’ll just be a dumb little slut that I have wrapped around my finger.”

A loud gasp escaped your lips at his crude words before you could clamp your hand over your mouth.

Steve removed his hand from you once more causing a pathetic whine to leave you, but still maintaining his close proximity. Looking up at him with pleading eyes, you silently begged him to keep his previous motions going.

“If you want it, I need to hear you say it,” he whispered to you, “Beg for it.”

Your chest rapidly rose and fell due to the events unfolding. This was the moment you’ve been waiting for for years, now that you finally have it, you weren’t going to pass it up.

“Please, Steve. I need you. Please touch me.”

Upon hearing your pleas, Steve twisted his body to bring his left hand down towards your legs, his right hand intertwining with yours. Moving his hand underneath your skirt, he was met with the same wetness he felt back in the restaurant.

“Be quiet, don’t make a sound, or I’m removing my hand and you’ll have to finish yourself off, do you understand me?” his authoritative voice had you nodding in a frenzy.

Steve slipped his finger into your panties, pushing them to the side so he could open you up to him. “Spread your legs for me some more.”

Complying with his request, you spread your legs as wide as possible in your chair.

“Good girl,” he purred, “Always so good for me.”

Your right hand flew to your mouth once again to suppress the moans threatening to escape. Steve’s index finger traced through your slick folds until it reached your puffy mound. He softly circled your clit, smiling as he felt you buck into his touch.

“Such a needy little thing, I’m guessing it’s been a long time since somebody’s touched this sweet cunt, huh?”

Steve felt your body stiffen at his words. Looking up, he watched you avoid his eye contact and that’s when reality struck him. “Oh.”

Steve knew that you had always focused on schoolwork, never seeking out romantic partnership. But he assumed that would've changed once you had gone off to college and was free of your fathers watchful eye.

“Let me guess, saving yourself for me princess?” Steve joked.

It was true. Whenever you thought about getting intimate with someone, your thoughts would be riddled with images of Steve. You could never see yourself laying down with anyone else but him, so you wishfully held on to your virginity, in hopes of this rare moment occurring.

Forcing yourself to look into his crystal blue eyes, you meekly responded, “Yes Steve, all for you.”

Carnal desire flooded the man at your confession.

He cupped your heat with his entire hand, soaking his palm in your juices. “Fuck princess, I can’t wait to ruin you.”

You felt a slight pressure at your opening, causing you to squirm away in your seat. “It’s alright, doll, just relax for me.”

Taking a deep breath, you calmed your nerves.

Steve soaked his digits more in your essence before sticking his thick index finger in your sopping hole. He was met with obvious resistance which he powered through until meeting your spongy spot deep within.

“Oh fuck, Steve,” you breathlessly moaned out.

“I know sweetheart,” Steve cooed in your ear, “Feels so good, doesn’t it? Feels like heaven having my finger deep inside your tight cunt.”

He continued to pump his digit inside of you, the muffled sounds of your squelching heat brought a smile to his face.

You felt every ridge of his finger inside of you. It was a strange feeling at first, but the way he was curling it had your eyes crossing. The discomfort faded away, now all you wanted was more. “Please Steve,” you pleaded out.

“Aww princess, do you need more of Daddy's fingers fucking your filthy cunt?”

You did everything in your power not to scream out your pleas to the man next to you. “Yes, Daddy. I need more.”

Steve's cock was already testing the material of his briefs, but the way ‘Daddy’ rolled off your tongue had him close to ruining his jeans.

Not giving you any warning, he shoved his middle finger alongside your heat. A loud moan made its way into the air, halting his actions.

The two of you rapidly looked around, hoping that no one heard you. Steve looked forward at Sam and sighed in relief when he saw he was still fast asleep.

“Looks like fun time is over sweetheart,” he sighed before he began to remove himself from you. His actions were halted when he felt your hand latch onto his wrist.

“Please don't stop. I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to!”

Steve shook his head, “Princess, I had the one rule and your dumb brain couldn't even follow that.” Frustration was evident in his hushed tone.

You were riddled with so much need and desire that tears threatened to fall from your eyes. “Please, I’ll be good. I promise.”

He didn’t want to stop, not after he saw how hot you looked when he was stroking your g-spot. But he needed to make sure you didn’t disobey him again. Pretending to ponder his thoughts, he looked at you, “Fine, but you only get one more chance. Okay, princess?”

You frantically nodded, desperate for him to resume his lewd actions.

“Good girl,” grinned the blonde, “but I just need to do one more thing to make sure not a peep comes out.”

Steve moved his hand to the top of your panties before tugging at them. He raised an eyebrow, a silent request sent your way to lift your ass from the seats to assist his efforts. Once the flimsy material was down your legs, he brought them out from under the blankets and balled them into his fist. “Open up.”

Opening up your jaw, you watched as he stuffed your wet panties into your mouth, muffling all sounds that dared to come out.

Looking up at Steve, you could barely see his face but you could see that his pupils were completely blown out, almost all of the usual blue gone.

“Now, where were we?”

Not wanting to waste anymore time, he shoved the two digits back into your cunt, a slight burn ran through your core.

His pace was brutal, desperate even. Steve needed to watch you unravel before him. He needed to be the first man to make you cum; glad that you never let any of those young college boys try- and inevitably fail, at helping you reach your peak.

Steve felt you lace your fingers back with his free hand and squeeze, in an effort to try and balance yourself.

“That’s it baby, you’re doing such a good job for me.”

Feeling daring, he prodded his ring finger and sank it within you along with the others. “Oh fuck, baby. Your pussy is squeezing the life out of my fingers, can’t even imagine how it’ll feel once I get my cock inside of you.”

The tears that filled your eyes prior began to fall due to the immense pleasure you were experiencing. “Mhm, ughh,” you tried speaking but it only came out of a mumbled mess.

“Don’t overwork that stupid brain of yours baby. Just focus on cumming on my fingers, that’s all you need to worry about right now.”

Steve could tell you were close with how your walls were contracting against him, so he went all in, in an effort to get you creaming around his fingers.

Raising his thumb, he applied just the right amount of pressure to your little numb and began circling it.

The insane amount of glee you began to feel was indescribable. Your head tilted back, your eyes crossed, your thighs that began to close were suddenly held back Steve’s legs, leaving you helpless against his attacks.

Steve noticed dribbles of drools leak from the side of your mouth, a cheshire-like smile had his cheeks sting at the expanse.

Leaning directly until his lips ghosted your ear once more, he softly spoke.

“That’s it baby.”

“Be a good girl and cum on Daddy’s fingers.”

“Once you cum on my fingers, the next time it’ll be wrapped around my thick cock.”

“Don’t think, let your mind go dumb like it’s supposed to.”

“Cause that’s all you really are, right?”

“My dumb. Mindless. Little. Slut.”

The newfound sensation hit you like a truck. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. Your toes curled in your platforms. Nose, eyes, and mouth contorting, trying to work through your orgasm.

Steve picked up on a scream about to escape you, so he unlaced his fingers from yours and clasped his hand over your mouth, preventing you from waking up the whole plane.

Locking his eyes with yours, he continued to finger fuck you through your release. “That’s it. That's it, princess. You did so well for me.”

As you came down from your high, the feeling started to become too much, overstimulation taking hold. You began to squirm away from his touch, causing him to chuckle before removing his digits.

When he brought his hand out from under the blanket, you saw his fingers soaked in your essence, shining from the stray lights littered across the plane.

Steve popped his index and middle finger into his mouth, groaning at your sweet taste; his eyes shutting in the process. “You taste so fucking delicious,” he mumbled through his fingers.

You watched as he lapped every drop of your juices from his digits before he looked back at you.

He took away his hand from your mouth and pulled out your soaked panties. “Here, have a taste,” Steve spoke before shoving his ring finger down your throat.

You were caught off guard due to the sudden intrusion, but regained your senses while sucking yourself off of his finger. Your tongue glided across the digit, gulping down your essence.

Steve watched with contentment as you cleaned him up. He saw how your eyelids were hooded, indicating you were exhausted from your release.

Pulling his finger from your mouth, he grasped your jaw to direct your face to his, his thumb wiping away your stray tears. “I hope you know I plan on taking you apart every chance I get during this trip, princess. Now get some sleep, we have a big week ahead of us.”

Leaning back into his chair, he stuffed your panties into his jeans and laid his head against the headrest.

You were so overwhelmed with fatigue that you had no trouble getting to sleep. Resting your head against the blondes shoulder, you drifted away, a content smile on your face.

Steve sat back and enjoyed your warmth; forcing himself to forget all about his own aching and leaking cock. He knew there was no going back now. He had a taste of you and instantly became hooked. Just like he ruined all men for you, you ruined all other women for him.

With his thoughts filled with you, he let sleep consume him and the promise of an eventful trip with you by his side.

A/N: i wrote this when i should’ve been finishing my 9 other wips, but here we go. y’all know in crazy rich asians, how they had the semi private enclosed seats. that’s where this takes place.

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[sohoshawty]

Misslieness

pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader // steve rogers x sharon carter

summary: as you sit back and watch the ceremony unfold, you reflect on the life you once shared with the man you still love.

word count: 6.5k

song inspo: strange by celeste (listen whenever you'd like)

warnings: ANGST, reminiscing of old times, fluff, pining, unrequited love, infidelity (not on reader), smut, unprotected sex, cream pie, arguing, asshole!steve, no happy endings !!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!!

notes: the is my submission for @bemine-bucky 'Sweethearts Diner' 1k writing challenge. order #18, bitter w/ a side of: pining/longing/yearning. i hope you enjoy ! 💗

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misslieness (scottish dialect) - the feeling of solitariness that comes from missing something or someone you love

“If anyone can show just cause why this couple cannot lawfully be joined together in matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”

There was a hushed silence amongst the seated guests, their heads darting around, as they waited for anyone to dare come forward and object. To put a stop to the marriage of the century; but thankfully, to them, it never came.

You couldn’t deny the urge that brewed deep inside your being to rise from the pew and protest against union. To advocate for the silent love you shared with the man wearing the fitted tuxedo in front of his bride-to-be. But you knew that nothing that you hoped for would come from it, so you remained silent in your reserved spot.

“Please face each other as you declare these vows to one another,” ordered the officiant.

Emotions fought against one another in your mind as you watched the couple begin to utter their vows, offering their beings wholeheartedly to the other.

“Do you, Steven Grant Rogers, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” questioned the priest.

He stood there for a moment, finalizing on the impending action that would seal his fate before muttering his declaration of intent. “I do.”

But through the mix up of love, anger, tiredness- it was sorrow that won the battle. The forfeiture of a man that you earnestly cherished. The loss of the relationship you knew was mutually longed for yet couldn't be fulfilled.

“Do you, Sharon Carter, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do,” she blissfully sighed.

There was a certain level of pain that consumed you, a feeling you had never experienced before in your life.

Your chest was tight and warm, the thumping organ inside of you beat at a slow pace. It was as if it were trying to slow down time, in an effort to prolong the inevitable.

With eyes trained on their movements, you watched as the pair placed the ornate jewelry on the other's respective ring finger.

Sweat began to accumulate in your palms, requiring the constant drying against your chiffon dress as you listened to the priest seal their union.

“By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!”

You witnessed as he reached out to gently cup her cheek, bringing her face towards his as their lips became one; just like he used to do with you. The action was so ingrained in your memory, that there was a phantom feel of Steve performing those same motions on you in that moment as he did to her.

“It is with great honor and delight that I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Rogers.”

Every guest rose to their feet and became overjoyed for the couple, cheerful laughter and applauding hands filling the air. Though tears flowed from some members of the audience, there was one set that differentiated from the pack- yours.

The clear, salty liquid was warm as it flowed down your cheeks. Grief had taken over you, locking you in your seated position. It wasn’t until Nat placed a sympathetic hand to your upper arm, snapping you out of your besotted mind to bring you back to the unfolding moment.

Joining the guests, you stood and clapped for the now married couple. The task was difficult, but what made it even more strenuous was when your eyes locked onto the own of your former lover as he walked down the aisle.

As you looked into the cerulean irises gazing back at you, your mind thought back to when you first met, the times spent together, and how this moment had unfortunately come to life.

The wonderful thing about weather is that it could change at the drop of a hat. One minute you could be sitting on a bench, overlooking the Hudson River, basking in the sun rays that warmed up your cheeks. The next minute an overcast can replace it; causing water droplets to start off as a drizzle, then quickly turn into heavy downpour.

Most of the occupants along the river bank, some who were laying in the grass and others taking a leisurely stroll, began to quickly run off in search of cover from the storm.

You should’ve joined them in their efforts of keeping dry, but you kept your spot. The cool shower from above calmed you, making you shut your eyes. With your newly heightened senses, you basked in the feel of Mother Nature’s torment upon the Earth.

You didn’t know how long you had been sitting there enjoying the rainfall against your skin, your brain lost within itself. It wasn’t until there was a soft tap on your shoulder, a stranger's voice jolting you from your subconscious.

“Ma’am, we need to get you inside somewhere, you’ll get sick from the rain,” said the towering man in front of you.

The action of you opening back up your eyes caused the blonde's tongue to freeze in his mouth, halting the next words he had prepared to say.

There was something in your eyes that reeled him in, silently tugging at his inner being. His mouth sputtered, in a desperate attempt to form a coherent sentence, but to no avail.

You sat there staring back at one of Earth’s greatest defenders, Steve Rogers. Seeing him only on your television or in the daily newspaper, you realized that no form of publication could do his true beauty justice.

The both of you stared back at the other, your souls longing to get to know one another. It wasn’t until there was a lightning strike for you both to snap out of your dazes.

“I’m sorry,” Steve began, “But we need to get you under some covering, you’re getting drenched out here.”

His unmitigated and caring attitude had you smiling, your cheeks rising up as your lips stretched out. “I know. I’m enjoying it.”

The man across from you stared as if you suddenly grew two heads. He couldn’t possibly fathom why one would willingly subject themselves to such weather.

Steve watched as you patted the empty space to your side before looking back up at him. “Have you never sat and enjoyed the rain before? It’s quite calming.”

There was something about your tone- light and inviting, that caused the man to go against his better judgement and sit beside you.

The once dry running joggers had become wet once he perched on the bench. At first he didn’t know what he was expecting, but all he initially felt was discomfort. The raining liquid caused his attire to become drenched, the material sticking to his skin.

He opened his mouth, in the beginning stages to object to your oddball actions when he felt you. Your warm palm lightly grasped onto his bare wrist. The change in temperature was comforting, and all he wanted to do was bask in it a little while longer.

“Just close your eyes, take a deep breath, and enjoy the rain,” you tenderly encouraged.

So the super soldier did just that. With eyes shut, his chest expanded as he drew in air before expelling it out.

It was as if with every droplet that washed against his being took a bit of stress away from his core that he internalized. Years of fighting, agony and loss drained from his heavy heart, lightening it in the process. He never would’ve guessed such a simple action would cause him such peace until you came into his life and introduced it to him.

After bathing under the clouds for a little while longer, you offered him a chance to dry himself off in your apartment only a few blocks away.

He watched as you pranced along the sidewalk, your jovial demeanor caused a smile to form on his face as he kept up alongside you, the two of you on route back to your place.

Stepping inside the safety of your slightly run-down apartment building, you made your way into the elevator shaft, barely making it in time before the doors had closed- super soldier in tow. Pressing your assigned floor, you two stood in silence. Though Steve could make out the chattering of your teeth, no doubt due to you already experiencing the effects of your previous activities.

The ding of the lift signaled your long awaited arrival. Taking a few steps towards your apartment, you unlocked the door and side stepped to let the blonde inside. “Sorry for the mess, I wasn't expecting company,” you apologized to the man, silently hoping he wouldn’t judge the clutter filled room.

“It’s not a problem,” he reassured, easing your worries, “don’t worry about it.”

Holding a finger to signify a brief departure, you made your way to your linen closet, grabbing a towel and blanket for your guest.

As you made your way back to the man, you watched his actions as he quietly observed the place- fingers grazing the inscription of a tossed book, lingering eyes analyzing a painting hung on the wall. He took everything in as much as he could in an effort to get to know the woman who invited him into her home.

“You know,” you softly spoke, “I just realized I never told you my name and yet you followed me into my apartment. What if this was all an elaborate trap to ensure your demise?”

Steve chuckled at your humorous question and lighthearted demeanor, “Well then that would be the end for me, I think I’ve lived long enough.”

Handing him the items, you then extended a hand out to him, “It’s (Y/N) by the way, and don’t worry, I’m not gonna kill you.”

Reaching out, he connected your hands together. The action made both of your breaths hitch, silently thinking about how much of a perfect fit it was.

“I-I’m Steve, and thank you for that.”

He couldn’t help the gnawing feeling of passion eating away at his heart, but he pushed it away, remembering all about the woman he was soon-to-be fully committed to.

Pulling his hand away, and bringing it to his chest, he began to dry himself off. “I don’t want to intrude, I should probably head-”

The sounds of heavy thunder and flashes from bolts of lightning sparked the room, quieting the man.

“There’s no way I can let you go out in that weather, you can stay here if you want and wait it out. I don’t mind.”

Every fiber of his being was telling him to deny your grace and leave the premises, but he ignored all warnings and smiled down at you. “Thank you,” Steve replied.

You nodded along before taking in his entire frame. Observing his drenched attire, you couldn’t help the heat that bloomed between your legs at the sight of his workout shirt sticking to his body. The ridges from his defined abs and the puffs from his full pecs had you in a daze. Only being snapped out of it once the super soldier caught you gawking- a slight cough into the air pulling you from your trance.

“I- um,” you stuttered, avoiding his eyeline like the plague. “I should have some spare clothes for you, give me one moment.”

Steve watched as you practically ran away from him and towards a far away room before closing the door. With his enhanced hearing coming to the rescue, he was able to listen and hear your groaning. It wasn’t painful, but a mix of embarrassment as well as a bit of desire- the knowledge making his head bow down a tad and cheeks blush.

It was only a few minutes of waiting until you emerged from the confines of the closed space, dressed in a thick sweater while your legs were clad in a pair of leggings. Your hands were loaded with a pair of large pants and a matching sized hoodie. He wondered why you would have those items in your inventory, the question caused a tinge of jealousy to leak into his heart, but he pushed it away.

“Here you go,” stating as you handed him the dry set of clothes. “My brother is about the same size as you and he stayed here a while back, left some clothes of his behind.” Pointing back to the room you were once in, you faced the man. “You can get changed in there, then I’ll throw your clothes in the dryer for you.”

Steve thanked you before quickly getting changed, heading back out with his hands carrying his wet attire. Handing the garments to you, he watched as you loaded your in-unit machine with both of your garments before facing him once more.

“Well, it’s gonna take about an hour before they get dry. Uh, do you want some tea or coffee while you wait?”

The two of you ended up lost in conversation with the other as you waited out the storm. Sounds from the television were soft as your voices overpowered them.

Steve’s being was warmed not only by the hot beverage but your comforting aura and honeyed conversation. He had gotten to know so much of you in such a short amount of time. He found out you were an adult fiction writer, not published yet, but you longed for it to happen soon. He was a tad bit unfamiliar with your craft, that is until you showed him a draft of a story you were working on.

You watched as his once thin, curious eyes, turned into wide ones tinged with a combination of shock and lust. Yet they wouldn’t leave the lines that described the love interest, Chris, being sexually dominated by the protagonist. A deep shade of pink bloomed across the expanse of his neck, leading all the way up to tint his cheeks. The sight of him getting all worked up due to your writing had you sighing in relief, with a bit of desire forming within yourself as well.

The freshly dried clothes long forgotten in the machine, overcast replaced with clear skies, as the two of you enjoyed each other’s company. Though the intimate moment didn’t last for long as the sounds of Steve’s phone rang out, signaling an incoming call.

Reaching down towards his device, he flipped the screen over and filled with the weight of guilt. Here he was, enjoying the presence of a woman other than the one he was engaged to.

Swiping the phone to take the call, he brought the phone to his ear. “Hey Sharon.”

A heavy sigh you didn’t know was being held in your chest left you. So caught up in the glory and beauty of the man across from you, you forgot all about his fiancé- Sharon Carter.

Their engagement was the talk of the country, the infamous Avenger settling down with the blonde C.I.A agent. You couldn’t escape them even if you tried, papped loving embraces covered every form of publication that you came across.

You knew that you had no chance with the kept super soldier, but there was a small part of you that yearned for him, even though you knew it was wrong.

“Sorry honey, I got caught in the rain and a friend helped me out,” Steve carefully explained, not wanting to cause any suspicions in his soon-to-be wife.

Completing the call, he said his goodbyes before looking at you, somewhat dejected. “Sorry, I gotta go. Looks like I need to go pick up ingredients for dinner.”

Standing up, you shook off the feelings of sadness that riddled you. “It’s no problem. Happy wife, happy life-”

“She’s not my wife,” the blonde interjected, “I mean, well not yet anyway.”

You quietly nodded before going to retrieve his dried workout wear. Steve took the clothing from you before changing back into them in the bedroom, making sure to fold the sweats you gave him.

He didn’t know why he somewhat denied his relationship. Sharon was a wonderful woman, who cared for him deeply. So he was at a sort of impasse when it came to wondering why he would try to hide the extent of his impending marriage.

Steve pushed the thoughts of doubt away before heading out back into your living room, observing you in your natural habitat as you tidied the space. Though his spying was cut short when he stepped on a creaky floorboard, alerting you of his presence.

“Well I should be going then,” he begrudgingly remarked. “Thank you again for helping me out. With the clothes and also the whole ‘sitting in the rain’ thing. I didn’t know I needed that.”

The smile that graced you had him sprung, the light of it matching the rays of sun that peaked through the windows. “It’s alright, glad I was able to help.”

The both of you stood in silence, the feeling of not wanting the moment to end obvious as it hung in the air. You knew what you were about to do was wrong, alarm bells blaring throughout your being, but you did it anyway.

Reaching for the lone pen on your kitchen table and ripping off the corner from a stray sheet, you jotted down your phone number. Nervousness seeped through the writing utensil as the digits were written wobbly due to shaking fingers, but the task was completed nonetheless.

Handing the paper off to the gentleman, you locked eyes, sealing your fate and confirming your inevitable mark on the man. “Here, if you ever want to talk or if you’re ever in the neighborhood.”

There was a feeling of want that spread throughout you and Steve as he reached out and grasped the torn paper, fingers grazing ever so slightly against the other. But you both silently agreed to ignore it, before he said his goodbyes and headed out the door.

Even though your apartment door was closed shut, the impending doom of your courtship had just opened up, soon to rattle you both.

Friendship was planted that afternoon and blossomed over the next several months. What started off as a passing stranger looking to help turned into a cherished confidant.

Though at first it was kept hush, Steve soon introduced you to the team- as well as his fiancé. You were welcomed with open arms, even by Sharon. Due to the blonde's honorous behavior, no one suspected anything afoot. Not even when the caring glances turned into stares. Or even when soft touches when passing an item became unconscious loving caresses.

There was an unspoken thing between you two, neither of you daring to bring it to light. Instead allowing the developing feelings to lurk in the shadows, waiting for the inevitable illumination to shine across and reveal it.

You had gained new friends, even becoming close to Natasha who became something like a sister to you. Instantly developing a familial bond with the other one night when hanging with the team. Though you never said anything that would raise suspicion, she picked up on your behavior with the blonde- but decided to keep the knowledge to herself.

The friendship between you and Steve had grown exponentially. He was there to help you when you were struggling with writer's block, while you were there to assist him in any dilemma he was facing. Problems that plagued the Avenger ranged from making tough calls on a mission to something as simple as deciding what new tv show to watch.

But the biggest quandary that worried him as of late was the issues that had suddenly arisen with Sharon.

You believed everything was going smoothly between the couple, but you took notice that he would occasionally come over to your place in a huff. The monkey on his back was evident due to the obvious way he would huff and constantly battle with someone through text.

At first you kept your concerns to yourself, not wanting to step into unwanted waters. But one night, Steve beat you to the punch and unloaded his grief onto you.

He had explained how he and Sharon had been constantly fighting. Whether it was about wedding plans or just day-to-day events, there was something they always bickered over. They both personally blamed it on the stress of dealing with the upcoming nuptials, but Steve knew the real reason for the uptick in arguments.

It was because he was falling for you and didn’t know how to process it.

He knew it was wrong to develop feelings for another woman, but he couldn’t help it. Not when he woke up and the first thing that seeped into his mind was you. So he took his frustrations out on his unknowing fiancé.

Though he did his best to keep his composure around you and try to vanquish the brewing feelings. Not staying over too late or too often. Avoiding prolonged eye contact, knowing he would get lost in your mesmerizing irises.

But his preventive measures soon hit the fan after a rather lengthy argument with his partner.

Steve didn’t know why he ventured directly to your place after the heated debate, knowing he could’ve gone anywhere else. But his footsteps took him straight to your apartment, causing him to hesitantly knock on the door.

Opening up and revealing the saddened man, you knew something was wrong. He would always greet you with his boyish smile and matching charm, but this evening was different. There was a sense of longing evident in his eyes as he stood there quietly. Your eyes were trained on him as he stepped into the foyer before standing directly in front of you.

Though the only light that shone in your apartment was a measly lamp, it was still bright enough to shine and unveil that unspoken thing between you two.

Time passed as you both stood there, eyes falling back and forth from pupils to lips.

Steve knew that there was no coming back from what he wanted to do. But he was a desperate man. So he went against his better judgment and made his move; raising his hand to caress your cheek with his palm. His thumb stroking the soft flesh on your face before leaning in, connecting his lips with yours.

Months of yearning for one another was perceptible in the kiss. It started slow, as if you two were figuring out if this was the right move, before fully giving yourself to the other.

Both hands cupped your face as Steve tried his best to get as much of you as possible, while your hands found his slim waist, pulling his frame against yours.

Those kisses were hungry and fiery, passion practically dripping onto the carpet as your desire dripped out of your cunt as you savored the delicious taste of him on your tongue.

“We shouldn’t do this,” you breathed against his lips.

Steve pulled away only a few centimeters, making sure to not stray away from you too far. “Do you want me to stop then?”

You should’ve nodded, pushed him away, listened to your brain telling you this wasn’t a good idea- but you ignored it all and kissed him back.

Steve picked you up, bringing you over to the couch to lay you across it while he hovered over top. With fast paced movements, you both rid yourselves of your clothing, leaving you bare for the other.

He leaned down and encompassed your nipple with his mouth, softly flicking the mound with his tongue. While his lips were occupied, Steve busied his hands by stroking the soft expanse of your body. Feeling around every curve and ridge of your frame before he was met with the soaking flesh of your cunt.

“Oh Steve,” you moaned out as you felt two of his fingers push into your heat, your essence soaking the digits.

Your body felt on fire. Hot, white desire flooded you as he took the time to deliver pleasure he longed to perform for so long.

Though you wanted the blonde to continue his movements deep within your core, you couldn’t deny the longing you craved to feel him, fully, inside of you.

Imitating his previous motions, you grabbed his face to pull him from your chest. “Steve please,” your honeyed tone purring into the air, “I need you.”

Understanding your underlying request, he moved to situate himself properly between your legs. With one hand pressed down beside your head, he used his other to control his cock- aiming it towards your sopping hole before sliding home deep within you.

“Fuck,” you simultaneously moaned out.

The glorious feeling of his length piercing through your slick petals, paired with your tight walls clamping down around him was heaven sent. He shamelessly whimpered into your mouth as he reconnected your lips with his.

With slow yet determined thrusts, Steve memorized the feel of your warm walls in the off chance that this would be a one time affair.

“You feel so damn good (Y/N),” he swooned.

Your g-spot was repeatedly nudged with his soft head, every jab to your core had you preening up at the man.

Cries of desire leaving your lips, slick skin smacking together, breathy moans from the blonde as well as creaks from the rocking couch were all that could be heard throughout the apartment.

“Oh god Steve, please don’t stop.”

It only took a few more juts of his hips to initiate your orgasm. Euphoria filled every fiber of your being as your release washed over you. With your back arched and chest pressed into the man, he felt his own peak arrive as your warmth clenched around him. Ribbons of his seed coated your walls, the copious amounts resulted in leakage to pour out and drip onto the plush sofa below.

Throughout your motions and the gracious fall from your respective peaks, neither of you ceased your intimate embraces. Lips still forming together in a desperate attempt to become one. It was only when your lungs were exhausted from lack of airflow that you reluctantly pulled away.

You two stared back at one another, searching for the unknown answer to an unspoken question that was well needed to be asked. But you two laid there, enjoying the warmth that enveloped you both, and ignoring the guilt that began to form.

Your platonic turned romantic relationship with Steve had continued for a few more months until you were only a month out from the unavoidable wedding.

Whenever planning got too stressful, he would come to you. An inevitable fight sprung up between him and Sharon, he would venture to your place. If you were ever in dire need of his embrace, he came to your beck and call.

It was an inappropriate affair, you both knew it. Yet, for some reason you couldn’t quit each other. It was almost like you needed the other to keep yourself sane.

But as much as you both wanted the intimate moments to continue, it had to eventually come crashing down.

Steve was deep inside of you, as per usual. Your back pressed against his chest as he rutted into you on his side, from behind. With your head laying against the pillow, he placed his own in the crook of your neck. Puffs of his warm breath fanned across your skin with every thrust he delivered into you.

“That’s it sweetheart,” he groaned out to you, “You take me so fucking well.”

The illicit verbiage that left his tongue only caused your cunt to coat more of him and tighten. With every drag against your walls sent your spiraling down the well of euphoria. So caught up in desire and at the verge of your release, that words unknowingly flew out of you.

“I love you Steve,” you unconsciously breathed out.

The eyes belonging to the man behind you bulged at your confession. He knew at the moment, he crossed over into the threshold of no return.

Peering over you, he took note of your fucked out state and realized you unwittingly spoke. So he silently hoped and prayed that it was just lust taking over your body, and not your true feelings.

His tempo continued deep into your core until he felt your orgasm blossom and your cunt soaking him. Though the feel of your walls clamping down around him was glorious, he couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that loomed over him. So as you were coming down from your peak, he pulled out and laid on his back. Eyes trained on the ceiling to scour through his thoughts in an effort to push away the discomfort of his hard-on.

It’s not like he didn’t feel the same for you- quite frankly he was enamored by you. By your carefree behavior, your selfless way of living. Your kind demeanor was what drew him into you. He was in fact, wholeheartedly in love with you. But he knew that due to the publicity of his engagement, that nothing could come from this.

Part of him hoped that the fights between him and Sharon would result in their split, but it never came to that.

He also knew if he were the one to initiate the end and try to engage in a relationship with you, the press would rip you to shreds. They would analyze every bit of your lifestyle and your career and would take no mercy on your feelings.

So in that moment, he knew what it was he had to unfortunately do. He had to put an end to things, and push you away. Push away his feelings and nudge away the bond that you two shared- in an effort to protect you.

“Hey Steve,” you questioned, turning around to face the man lost in his own mind. “Everything okay?”

Steve ignored you as he removed himself from the sheets, getting up to get dressed. “This was a mistake.”

And to think only 4 words could cause such dread to form in your heart, “What do you mean it was a mistake?”

Buckling his pants and putting on his upper garments, he ignored your pleas.

“Steve, answer me! What is going on?”

The blonde was fully dressed and was about to head out of your bedroom before he spoke. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get the words out if he looked into your eyes. He knew he would crumble and fall back into your embrace if he faced you. So he spoke with his back turned and uttered venom-laced words.

“I don’t love you (Y/N). I never have and I never will.”

A saddened gasp rang out as it escaped your mouth at his hurled words. It was then you started to piece together what had happened and what was proclaimed through your blissful cries just moments ago.

It was the truth, you did love him. His boyish charm and polite demeanor was what reeled you in. Added with the fact of you two sleeping together for the past few months, you assumed the feeling was mutual.

So lost in your own thoughts, you almost missed Steve escaping from your apartment. Throwing on the shirt belonging to him that you wore before you two got lost in the sheets, you chased after the man, catching hold of his elbow to force him to face you.

“What do you mean Steve? You were the one who initiated this. And what, you’re just going to leave?”

Steve couldn’t help but feel culpability at your understood rage. He had worked his way into your heart, only to slice it open and stomp on it. But he had to do what was required, in order to protect you.

Taking in a deep breath, he hardened his features and made his gaze cold towards you before uttering statements he knew would shatter your heart.

“It was a mistake.”

You felt the invisible knife poke at your chest, the blade barely piercing through the skin.

“I’m in love with Sharon. I know I came to you in my time of need, but it’s her I’m going to be with.”

The sharp metal pierced through and began its plunge into your chest.

“This was and will always be just sex, I’m sorry if you thought otherwise, but this needs to stop.”

Driven to the hilt, the knife fully stabbed into your heart. The action causes your breathing to hitch and fresh tears to pour from your face.

Steve was grateful for the years of heartache he experienced which allowed him the ability to stifle his emotions, but the sight of your crumbling being almost broke his resolve completely.

You knew that what you two shared would only end in heartbreak, but the pain that flooded you was something that no individual could’ve prepared for.

There was a part of you that wanted to slap him, scratch his perfect face, deliver some form of pain to his being but you knew that it wouldn’t even compare to the ache that rattled you.

Though you were in a state of agony, you knew why he did what he did. Everyone in the world knew that he was to wed Sharon, so he was simply cutting a loose end. Severing any and all ties to you so that his nuptials went according to plan.

It was evident when looking at him. Even though he tried his best to uphold his stoic manner, you knew him well enough to see the cracks of empathy that broke free.

So in the end, you simply nodded while wiping away the salty liquid that dampened your cheeks. “You’re right, it’s for the best that we end this.”

You two stood there for a few more moments, silently saying goodbye to the other with your eyes before he pushed himself to turn away and walk out of your apartment.

Trudging towards the door before closing it, you pressed your head against the wood as you let your tears flow freely. You knew that the end was inevitable, but you never pictured it maiming you so bad until you unfortunately had to deal with it.

The next few weeks that passed were agony. In an effort to vanquish your feelings for the Avenger, you deleted every trace of him in your life. Erased and blocked his number, threw away all the items he left at your house, you did everything to scrub away the mark he left on your soul but it wasn’t enough.

Since the wedding was just around the corner, everyone on the team didn’t take notice of your sudden absence- except for one.

The redhead came over by surprise one afternoon, letting herself into your apartment and felt pity take over at your saddened state. For the rest of that day, Nat sat by your side and silently consoled you. A comforting hand running up and down your back, in an effort to wipe away the dread that surrounded you.

It wasn’t until the sun had set and darkness took over that she spoke words of wisdom to help guide you out of the internal storm plaguing you.

“Some people are meant to fall in love with each other, but are not meant to be together. I know that probably isn’t what you want to hear, but it’s what you need to hear.”

Though grief still weighed heavy in your heart, her words of encouragement did alleviate some of the pain inside of you. She even convinced you to attend the ceremony, informing you that it would help you achieve some form of closure. To finally end the chapter that was you and Steve’s relationship.

The newlywed couple decided to forgo a reception and head immediately on their honeymoon and away from the city- something that the super soldier desperately needed yet shied away from. Because he knew that when he came back that you would be officially long gone.

You had already blocked his contact info and from the stern talking-to that he received from Natasha, he knew it was best to let you go completely.

So here he was, walking down the steps of the church, hand in hand with Sharon. His smile was not nearly genuine as he felt the applause from their mutual friends and family.

The pitter patter from grains of rice being thrown into the air with every one of their steps brought back a flash of long forgotten memory. The feeling resembling the rain that poured down on you and him that one fateful afternoon many moons ago.

As he opened the door for his wife to venture into the awaiting car to take them to the airport, his eyes caught a tearful pair from across the street- yours.

There were no words that needed nor could’ve been said at that moment. So you two nodded at each other, your eyes silently saying goodbye and farewell to the love that you shared. Steve felt his own eyes moisten before he forced himself into the towncar to sit beside his bride.

“You alright dear?” Sharon questioned.

All the man could do was force a smile before ordering the driver to whisk them away from the church, and away from you.

With a heavy sigh, you begrudgingly put one foot in front of the other before muscle memory took over. Making your way down the steps, you loaded onto the subway cart en route to your destination.

The great thing about living in New York City is that no matter what mood you were in, whether it be joyful or desolate, you were allowed the freedom to wallow in it without anyone dismissing you. So you let the feeling of loss take over you until eventually the conductor announced your stop.

You continued the path up the stairs and down the sidewalk until you reached your destination: the same bench you sat on almost a year ago when you met him.

Memories flashed in your mind about the times you spent together, the good and the bad. Remembering that the only reason that your paths crossed were due to you in dire need of inspiration for a novel you were drafting, so you came here along the riverbank for insight. You just didn’t know the knowledge that you craved would ultimately be a price you had to pay in the long run.

As you sat there by your lonesome, reflecting on your past, it was as if Mother Nature decided you weren’t experiencing enough torment; so she decided to fully recreate that pivotal day.

The sounds of feet stomping across the pavement paired perfectly with the splashes of rain falling down. Passerby’s ran to shelter as did the birds in the sky, leaving you to wallow in silence.

What once was a calming and nurturing activity of sitting in the rain served as a painful reminder of what once was. With the droplets of water drenching your frame, you mused over the time spent with the man you loved.

And how two individuals could go from strangers to friends, friends into lovers, and strangers again.

a/n: whew, this was a doozy. i had this fic idea in my mind and i just had to get it out, even if it broke me inside. 😢

also, this is NOT a continuation of ‘broken promises’.

if you enjoyed this fic, please make sure to reblog and comment, your feedback is much appreciated !

* divider credits to the lovely @firefly-in-darkness *

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[sohoshawty]

The Thing About Trust

pairing: mob!steve rogers x girlfriend!reader

summary: an anonymous email was sent, loyalties were questioned, and unforgivable actions were made. unfortunately, by the time the truth is uncovered, it’s already too late.

word count: 6.1k

warnings: ANGST, steve is completely ooc, ‘betrayal’, yelling, slight domestic violence, slapping, excessive drug use & alcohol consumption, heartbreak, no happy endings

notes: this is my submission for @egcdeath ‘Sitcom Challenge’. congrats on 400, i hope you enjoy ! 💗

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prompt: character a and character b have a nasty misunderstanding that could be solved with a conversation

quote: “I wish I could. But, I don’t want to.” - Phoebe Buffay, Friends

Steve stared at his computer screen, his body filled with a combination of disbelief, fear, and anger. The scotch filled glass that was clutched in his grasp was threatening to shatter under the sheer force of his hold.

For the past few months, 5 of his undercover business fronts were raided. All of them being discovered by the police right when a new shipment of product was brought in, almost as if they knew all about it.

He suspected that there was a mole, there was no other way that the feds could’ve known about the interchanging schedules, unless someone from within was feeding it to them.

It was a notion that he never thought would come up. Being the leader of the Rogers Crime Family, everyone knew not the mess with him. He oozed power and danger was evident in his gaze in any off chance you were met with it. So it was tough to think someone on his trusted team could have betrayed him.

The only person that he could trust without a shadow of a doubt was his right hand man, Bucky. Their long lasting friendship going all the way back to when they were kids. They’ve been through thick and thin together, so it was only obvious that he shared his suspicions with the man.

Steve asked him to check on all the guys on his crew, and make sure that no one was compromised, but his efforts came back fruitless. Everybody on his team appeared to be clean and not conspiring with the feds.

He was about to give up hope when he got an anonymous email that morning. The letter, with a simple heading stating ��Figure Out Your Mole Yet?’, broke his heart upon opening it.

In the attachment was a photo of you, standing under a bridge in Central Park, a not-so-disguised undercover police detective right in front of you, with an outstretched hand.

He didn’t want to believe that you were the culprit, the one who was dismantling his business from within. Yet, he was riddled with so much frustration that he didn’t bear in mind to just outright ask you about the meaning behind the image.

You two had been dating for 3 years. It was by fortunate chance that he bumped into you one afternoon, spilling your iced coffee across the entirety of your blouse. He was about to mutter a quick apology and go about his business when he locked eyes with you, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. It didn’t take much for him to convince you to go on a date with him, in an effort to make up for staining your shirt.

Only after that single dinner did he know that you were the one for him. He invited you into his home and showed you the ways of his business. So it was an understandable assumption that you might be behind it all.

The blonde showed it to Bucky, and watched his eyes bulge out at the revelation, just like his own did.

“No, this can’t be,” he said incredulously. Bucky thought the world of you, you were like a little sister to him. The thought of you betraying the ones who loved you the most had him feeling heartbroken.

Steve shook his head in disbelief, “Buck, she’s the only other person who’s been in the room for these meetings. She knows the ins and outs of the business. And besides, you checked everyone else and they were clean, unless it’s you I need to look into.”

The brunette playfully smacked his shoulder, “Yeah real funny. You and I both know the shit that I’ve done. No way in hell I’d be anywhere near the cops.”

The pair both sat there, pondering over how to go about their newfound knowledge and their next course of action.

An idea came into Bucky’s mind, “I don’t want to- cause I still want to think she’s innocent in all of this, but we can set up a trap. If the place doesn’t get raided, then we know whoever sent that in is just trying to fuck with you. But if it does…” His voice trailed off at the disappointing thought of your possible betrayal.

Steve pondered over the plan for a minute, then slowly nodded.

“Fine, set it up.”

.·:*¨ ☼ ⭒ ☽ ⊹ ☾ ⭒ ☼ ¨*:·.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was incredibly tense that afternoon, the sound of the grandfather clock ticking with every passing second. The usual occupants of his weekly gathering consisted of Sam, Clint, Lemar, John, and of course Bucky. The only other regular that they were waiting on was you.

Steve’s leg bounced due to impatience. It wasn’t rare that you would show up a few minutes late, claiming that you were busy finishing up a tv episode or trying out a new recipe in the kitchen or some other excuse. But with the speculation regarding your loyalty, all he could think about is that you were secretly figuring out a plan to knock down more pegs in his empire.

The mahogany doors flew open as you waltz in without a care in the world, “Sorry baby, nail appointment ran late.”

He watched with narrowed eyes as you made your way around the large oak desk and all of its inhabitants to stand beside him.

You leaned down in hopes of a kiss but was instead met with a hostile gaze from your boyfriend, the intensity had you faltering and taking a step back. “Baby, what’s wrong?” you questioned, your voice full of concern, “Is everything alright?”

Steve surveyed your face in search of any sign of treachery, a slight glimmer of deceit, but couldn’t find any.

“Yeah, (Y/N), everything’s fine. Why don’t you take a seat, we’re just about to start.”

His rigid tone and questioning eyes had you feeling anxious. And the fact that he didn’t address you with one of the multitude of pet names he assigned you didn’t make you feel any better. So you cautiously sat down in the chair beside him.

You took notice of the change of his behavior over the past few days. Everything seemed normal one morning, then when he came to bed his responses to you were short, apprehensive even. Sort of like he was biting his tongue around you.

The usual early mornings that were filled with slow love making and soft conversations were replaced with you waking up by your lonesome to a cold and empty bed.

Whenever you tried to talk to him, Bucky would continuously inform you that he was busy and to try later.

There was even a change with your mutual best friend. The brunette who would always crack jokes with you began to ignore your playful banter. His usual caring looks turned into piercing stares, as if you had suddenly become the enemy.

You tried to go over in your mind what could’ve caused this shift. You knew that there had been some busts in a few of his businesses, the police closing in on his activities. But you didn’t think he would ever take his anger and frustrations out on you.

Deciding to focus on the events at hand, you tuned back in to the scheduled meeting.

“Alright, so there’s going to be a new shipment coming in,” Steve explained, “I know we only coordinate on Thursdays, but it’s a heavy load. And with the feds on my ass we need to replace the seized merchandise. So Sunday, at noon. Over at Parker Shipping Port. Any questions?”

Though he was asking the group, his main focus was on you. He took note of your rigid behavior, and how you didn’t bother looking him in the eyes. All telltale behaviors of a guilty person, the thought made him dejected. Steve looked over at his best friend, the pair sharing the same incredulous look.

With no one bothering to interject his plan, the gentlemen all nodded in agreement before heading out of the meeting room.

You stayed glued to your seat as you watched Sam, Clint, John and Lemar walk out, leaving only you, your boyfriend and best friend alone.

Observing Steve glide over to his desk, without directing any attention towards you, you spoke up before he had the chance to take a seat. “Did I do something wrong?”

The question made the pair freeze. It’s not like you did anything wrong, it’s just that they didn’t have any proof of any foul play. So they treated you as if you were guilty, until they could prove otherwise.

“Nothing sweetheart,” Steve vacillated, “Is there something that’s supposed to be?”

His question made you scoff and push away from the table, “I don’t know Steve, you tell me! You’ve been ignoring me for the past few days, as have you Bucky! Can one of you please just tell me what the hell is going on?”

The two men both exchanged another glance before redirecting their gaze to you.

Steve never liked seeing you upset, though he did enjoy the way your lips would jut out in an adorable pout. But at this moment, all he could wonder was whether it was all an act. Whether you truly loved him or was he just a pawn in yours and the polices’ game.

But he couldn’t let you think he might be on to you, so he donned a strained smile and reached out to you with an outstretched hand.

Begrudgingly, you made your way towards him and went to sit on his lap, a normal occurrence for you both. You wrapped your arms around him and placed your face in the crook of his neck. The smell of his cedarwood cologne had you unconsciously taking in a deep inhale, the aroma instantly calming your nerves.

Steve rubbed your back and was thankful that you weren’t able to see his saddened face. “Just got a lot on my plate lately with these police raids, sweetheart. It’s gonna get sorted out soon. Everything will be alright and we’ll find out the truth. Just you wait.”

.·:*¨ ☼ ⭒ ☽ ⊹ ☾ ⭒ ☼ ¨*:·.

Sunday morning inevitably came and both Steve and Bucky were nervous to say the least. The amount of tension in the air made you desperate for an escape so you informed them that you were going to see a friend for a little bit.

Getting dressed and grabbing your belongings, you were making your way out the door when you felt the fierce stare from two pairs of eyes on your back.

“Jesus guys, I’m just going to Leah’s house, relax. I'll be alright.”

Though your statement only made them the exact opposite. The thought of you meeting up with detectives filled their minds as they watched you leave the New York City townhouse.

Bucky patted the blonde on his shoulder, “C’mon, it’s almost 12. Let’s wait and see that whoever sent that email was wrong about her.”

The two ventured into the living room; Steve turned on the local news channel while Bucky fetched a few well-needed beers.

They both sat there for over an hour, mindlessly watching the tv and when a breaking coverage report flashed on the screen.

“Breaking news, the NYPD attempted a drug bust seizure this afternoon at Parker Shipping Port in Queens, but were unsuccessful. The apparent business was allegedly belonging to infamous crime boss, Steven ‘The Captain’ Rogers…”

The rest of the broadcast was tuned out by the blonde. He sat there staring at the reported images while his eyesight filled with rage-induced tears.

How could you betray him like that? How could he have been so stupid to think a woman like you actually wanted to be with him? How could he let himself be fooled so easily?

The bottle that was gripped like a vice in his hand was suddenly thrown against the flatscreen. The action caused the tv display to crack and the graphics to glitch.

“You can’t be fucking serious!” Steve yelled as he stood up, the booming sound of his voice almost made the brunette flinch. “She lied to me, she lied to us! I trusted her- I loved her.”

Bucky got up and reached out to hold the unfolding mess of a man. “Me too bud. Me too.”

Steve Rogers, the most ruthless and intimidating man in all of New York, was reduced to a puddle of tears. He cried in the arms of his best friend as his mind wandered to you. How he met you that sunny afternoon. The way he fell head over heels for you in such a short amount of time. And how he was planning to propose with the family heirloom engagement ring he had stowed away in his office safe, before the truth of your lies and deceit came out.

.·:*¨ ☼ ⭒ ☽ ⊹ ☾ ⭒ ☼ ¨*:·.

It was around 4 in the afternoon when you arrived back home with a skip in your step after a much needed day spent with your best friend.

Upon entering, you went out in search of your boyfriend, desperate for his attention when suddenly Bucky appeared before you.

“Hey Bucky boy, I-”

You were cut short by the disgusted sneer etched on his face. “Boss’s office. Now.”

He didn’t even give you a chance to respond before latching onto your upper arm and dragging you through the halls. His metal arm quickly formed bruises under its harsh grip. The force of his grip caused your bag to drop, spilling its contents across the floor.

“Buck, what the hell is wrong with you?” you cursed out to the man while in an unsuccessful effort to smack his hand away from you.

It didn’t take long before you two reached the doors of Steve’s office, the wood being kicked open by the brunette before you were thrown onto the auburn rug.

The room went silent upon your brashful arrival, all heads turned down to you with evident disgust. Sam, Clint, John and Lemar watching and waiting for the imminent showdown. Quickly rising to your feet, you incredulously stared back and forth at your boyfriend and supposed best friend.

“What the hell is this? Are you not going to say something to him about manhandling me like that?”

Steve erupted in a drunken shout, “Ha! As if I care about what happens to a piece of shit like you.”

His out-of-character response had you completely shocked, “Have you been drinking? What the hell has gotten into you?”

You watched as the blonde got up and staggered towards you, “I- I know everything. I know it was you all along, you slut.”

His hurtful words made you want to scream at him, but you opted to tear up instead.

“Oh you can quit the crybaby act (Y/N). I figured out your schemes, you’re not gonna get away with playing pretend with me anymore.”

You stood there in disbelief, not knowing what you were being blamed for. “Stevie, I don’t- what are you talking about?”

Steve laughed at your continued act. “Wow you’re still doing it, huh? Is that what the cops told you how to play it? I know you were the one who leaked the info to the feds. You were the fucking snitch all along.”

He lurched towards his laptop, moving the cursor around to reveal the opened email with the surveillance picture. Turning the screen around, he showed you his proof. “Care to explain sweetheart?”

Looking at the screen you sighed, “That’s what this is about? Jesus Christ, Steve! I was in the park taking a walk when that cop stopped me. He kept going on and on about having dirt on you and-”

“Stop lying to me!”

Steve’s roaring voice caused fear to flash through your being. “Why won't you listen to me? Why don’t you believe me?” your broken voice spoke barely above a whisper.

“Because I had everyone looked into and they all came back clean. Then I got that fucking email, and it all made sense. The fact that you just so happened to bump into me that day. The way you slithered into my life and latched on like a snake. Tell me, did they ask you fuck me so quickly or were so desperate for attention you decided to whore yourself out?”

The tears that previously threatened to fall were now pouring out of your eyes due to his hurtful words. 3 years of loving him unconditionally and you were now being blamed for treason. The trust you thought he had in you was gone in an instant.

“I didn’t do anything you asshole. I never would’ve betrayed you like that, I love you.”

Your vision was so blurry due to tears that you weren’t able to see the raise of his hand, but you felt the sting of his actions across your cheek.

Your head sharply turned to the side as Steve’s palm connected with your cheek. The sharp metal of his rings clipped your skin, causing a small cut to appear. You stood there, holding the side of your face, as your mind raced around what just happened.

Steve hit you. The person who swore to protect you laid their hands on you, treating you as if you were garbage and not the supposed love of their life. Shock took over your body as you stood there frozen in place.

Steve took your silence as opportunity to lean down next to your ear, “And I was stupid enough to fall for worthless skank like you.”

His words were the final blow that caused you to loudly sob, your body shaking due to your uncontrollable actions.

Steve rolled his eyes before tutting his head in disbelief. He knows he should’ve never hit a woman, but he was so consumed with rage and liquor that all sense of respect flew out the window.

Growing tired of your wails, he gripped onto your arm in the same place that Bucky once held, the space already darkening due to bruises. He dragged your weakening body out the room and towards the front door where he opened it up and threw you down onto the asphalt.

“Tell your cop buddies to come pick up their trash. I don’t need it stinking up my house anymore.”

He sneered down at you one more time before slamming the door, leaving you alone on the sidewalk while pedestrians looked in curiosity.

You slowly began to ascend and wipe up the tears from your warm and stinging face. You never expected for this moment to ever happen to you. In the three years of dating Steve, you always showed him unwavering trust. Going as far as to cut off some family and friends who had anything negative to say about him or his occupation.

But here you were, by your lonesome and treated as if you were gum beneath his shoe by the man you once saw a future with.

With no spare clothes and without the purse you left inside that contained your wallet and phone, you began the grueling trek back to your friend's house, trying to contain the overflow of grief that threatened to bubble over once more.

.·:*¨ ☼ ⭒ ☽ ⊹ ☾ ⭒ ☼ ¨*:·.

The following 6 months were a liquor fueled, drug induced fever dream for the mob boss. Steve consumed his weight in alcohol and snorted anything that he could crush down into a powder.

To say he wasn’t handling your betrayal would be an understatement.

His newly adapted, drug-filled, carefree attitude had slowly caused his business to crumble within itself. He couldn’t attend meetings sober, and if he did make an appearance, it would be in the arms of a female companion, whom would resemble you, that he wouldn’t be able nor care to remember the name of.

Anybody that crossed him got away with it due to him being unable to throw a proper punch or safely fire his gun anymore. He was losing his edge, his notoriety, and everyone in the city knew it. Even the NYPD decided that he wasn’t a threat anymore so they moved onto other syndicates. His crew eventually dwindled down, with only his right hand man remaining by his side.

Bucky tried his best to uplift the blonde's spirits and put him back on the right path to remind him of the legacy he was tarnishing, but to no avail.

It was late in the afternoon when Steve woke up from his high nap. He had to push away the coked out prostitutes on his bed to clamber out and down to the kitchen for a well needed drink.

Upon entering he was met with the narrowed eyes of his best friend, but chose to ignore it as he made his way to the fridge.

“You need help, Steve,” spoke Bucky, his voice laced with obvious frustration, yet a tinge or concern. “Drinking and snorting up isn’t going to make the past go away.”

Steve ignored his friend's comments and drank directly out of the filtered water pitcher, desperate to quench his thirst. The pair stayed in silence until a thunderous knock came from the front door. The sound continued, much to Steve’s dismay.

Bucky was about to attend to the unexpected guest when Steve beat him to it. Walking up to the door and opening it, he was met with the face of someone whom he never expected to see.

“What the fuck do you want Zemo?” the blonde questioned.

“To talk, that is all.”

The short haired man made his way past Steve and into his home, ignoring the glaring stare from Bucky.

He sat on the couch in the foyer, dusting off any pieces of lint that caught onto his coat, and disregarding the questioning looks from the pair.

“Get the fuck out of my house now!”

Their paths had never crossed for years, only once when Helmut took over his family’s syndicate after his father passed away. Though his introduction into the crime world wasn’t taken seriously due to his way of going about business.

Instead of normally handling occurring situations himself, he ordered others to do it for him. His choices made other syndicate families not take him as a significant threat, eventually ostracizing him.

But what no one knew, nor expected, was that he was playing the long game. Doing everything in his power to make sure that in the end, he came out on top.

“I just wanted to see how the ‘King of New York’ was doing without his beloved queen,” quipped the man.

The mention of you filled him with rage and a bit of sadness. He was about to launch at the man, fists curling at his sides, when again there was another knock at the door.

“Oh, those are my associates”, states Zemo.

Opening the door once more, Steve locked eyes with his ex-employees, John and Lemar. He tried to speak, but was flabbergasted at the man's newly appointed workers. The pair moved in, with hands on their holsters, to stand beside Zemo.

“Wow, quick to join the other side I see,” Bucky intimidatingly spoke. His statement made them roll their eyes.

“It’s been months and you two still never figured it out huh?” John barked, a cocky grin plastered on his face.

Steve and Bucky looked at each other incredulously, not knowing what the hell was going on.

“If I may. My plan, it was actually really easy. In order to take you down and claim my rightful spot on top, I needed to ensure your demise. So I had to start from within, with the help of these two of course,” Zemo explained, nodding his head to the two men beside him.

The best friends stood in silence as they listened to Zemos hidden agenda.

“They told me all about your businesses, and I simply passed the info along to the authorities. But unfortunately, it still wasn’t enough. Then I realized, to take down a King, you need to get rid of his Queen first.”

Realization began to set in Steve’s mind. He was a pawn in his game, not yours.

Zemo continued on detailing his plan, “You see, all I had to do was get an officer to intercept (Y/N), get it on camera, anonymously send it to you, and wait for you to complete the rest of my masterpiece.”

The Sokovian dramatically stood up before making his way to stand in front of the blonde. Before he could speak, Steve croaked out a question.

“Why? Why do all of this? Why bring (Y/N) into this?”

“Simple. To see an empire fall. To regain what is rightfully mine."

And with that, Zemo and his hired goons walked out of the Brooklyn man's townhouse and into their awaiting car.

Bucky replaced Zemos spot on the couch and dropped his head into his palms. He was suspicious about the email from the start, and yet he had a sliver of hope that you were innocent in all of this. But when the fake business got raided, he didn’t know what to believe. So he turned to anger, he let it fuel him. He looked at you in disgust and handled you like you were trash. The memory caused guilt to weigh down his heart.

Across from him, the blonde's body began to shake. The combination of grief from finding out the truth as well as the copious amount of drugs that were in his system caused him to momentarily go into shock, dropping down to his knees.

You were right along; you never betrayed him, he was being set up. Steve kept replaying the moment in his head, the scene breaking his heart every time he reimagined your heartbroken eyes, trembling frame and the sounds of your sobs that came out once he put his hands on you.

He unfortunately couldn't escape the phantom feel of his hand colliding with your cheek, the sound of the smack echoing off the walls caused his body to retreat within itself. Steve felt sick to his stomach at the knowledge of what he did to you.

Standing up and racing towards the nearest bathroom, he hurled out the entirety of his stomach into the toilet bowl. The sudden purge of consumed alcohol and drugs couldn't get rid of the sick feeling of sorrow deep within him.

Not having the strength to retreat towards a more comfortable surface, Steve laid down on the cool tile of the bathroom floor. Content moments of the two of you lying in bed, you intimately gazing into his eyes, filled his head and drifted him off to sleep.

.·:*¨ ☼ ⭒ ☽ ⊹ ☾ ⭒ ☼ ¨*:·.

It had been a few months since the revelation of Zemo's plan came to light, and both Steve and Bucky searched day and night for any trace of your current whereabouts.

Though it had been difficult in the beginning for Steve going cold turkey from all his vices, he persevered in his efforts knowing that staying sober would help him in his quest for you.

The search for you had taken a lot longer than expected since he had lost almost all of his connections. Resulting in the blonde to go back to his criminal roots to get the job done.

Within 3 months, he was able to build back up a portion of his notoriety. Though not as high as before, it was enough to bring back the fear into individuals' eyes whenever he stepped into a room.

It was with the help of his old colleague, Natasha, that he was able to track you down. You were staying in Canada, specifically in Montreal, with your best friend Leah.

After profusely thanking the redhead, he and Bucky packed a bag and headed up north to try and beg for your forgiveness.

The entirety of the 6 hour plane ride, Steve internally drafted an apology worthy of your forgiveness and hoped that you would at least give him one more chance.

.·:*¨ ☼ ⭒ ☽ ⊹ ☾ ⭒ ☼ ¨*:·.

Steve stood before the auburn-colored door frame of the house supposedly belonging to you and your best friend. To say he was nervous would be a lie, he was terrified to face you. Scared out of his mind at the fact that you wouldn't take him back or worse- that you had moved on.

He didn’t know how long he and Bucky were standing there, their thoughts riddled with guilt as well as hope.

After a feeble attempt to shake off the nerves that plagued him, Steve reached a hand up and knocked on the door. He could hear the patter of footsteps trailing towards them as the pair waited. Once the door was opened, Steve was first met with a look of surprise, which quickly turned into anger.

“You need to leave right fucking now,” seethed your best friend.

“Just please, let me talk to her.”

Leah guffawed at his ridiculous request and the audacity that radiated from him, “You've got a lotta nerve showing up here after what you did. What, are you here to hit her again? Relive the moment of you throwing her out in the street? It's been a year, let her have peace.”

“We’re here to apologize. Where is-” Bucky pleaded, but was abruptly interrupted.

“It’s a little too late for an apology, asshole. She doesn’t want to see you, so leave!”

The three of you spent the next few minutes bickering at each other; Leah berated them while Steve and Bucky continued to beg. So lost in the argument that your presence wasn’t registered until they heard a sharp gasp.

Turning his head, Steve locked eyes with you for the first time in little over a year. You looked different than when he saw you last. It appeared as if you had lost weight and your eyes seemed dejected, no doubt caused by his actions.

The blonde immediately stepped towards you, trying to reach out to hold you in any way but stopped when you backed away from him. There was an unmistakable flash of fear in your eyes, that singular action made his heart painfully throb in his chest.

“Baby, (Y/N), I’m so sorry for what I did,” Steve pleaded out to you, but you were having none of it.

After being accused of betraying him and being thrown on like trash, you had to make the trek back to your best friend's house on foot. The entirety of the walk was spent with you pondering in disbelief. For 3 entire years you stood besides Steve, didn’t bat an eye when he unveiled to you what he did for a living, never treated him differently, never accused him of being with other women when he stayed out late doing god-knows-what. Yet for him to see a singular photograph and throw away the relationship so quickly, the act broke you.

It took a while for you to regain a sense of hope, for months you stayed in Leah's spare room, wallowing away in the dark. Almost every night, she would come home after work to find you in tears or passed out due to exhaustion. Over time, you lost weight due to barely eating.

After a while, Leah grew frustrated and also angry with how everything had been affecting you, so she suggested a change in scenery. Having the option for relocation for her job, the two of you moved up north to Canada.

It was only two weeks after moving away from New York City that you began to leave the comfort of your room and ventured out. You began to eat more frequently and laugh at cheesy jokes your best friend made, but you still held onto a bit of sadness. The emotion was still evident in your eyes.

You thought moving out of the country would guarantee that your paths would never cross again, but here you were standing on the pavement looking into the eyes of the man you once loved. The man that you thought the world of. The man who promised to always love and care for you, no matter what.

The sound of Steve speaking out to you began to feel muffled, as if you were underwater. Your eyes then met with your former best friend, causing tears to form. Bucky had the same apologetic look on his face as Steve. The both of them were speaking, but you were filled with both fear and anger that you blocked them out.

Ignoring their confessional pleas, you sidestepped the pair and tried to walk inside your home when Steve yelled out loud, stopping your movements.

“You were right!” he proclaimed, not caring about the listening ears of passing pedestrians, “You didn’t betray me, it was a set up the entire time.”

For the next 5 minutes, Steve proceeded to explain to you Zemos plan. How the true informers were actually two of his own men, not you. He carefully explained that he spent the past few months searching for you so that he could reveal to you the truth. But you knew all along that you were never a part of the police’s efforts to bring his empire down, just a pawn. A means to an end.

Once he finished his speech, you simply looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Your body language evident that you did not want to be anywhere near him.

“So what,” you began, “Do you expect something from me or?”

Steve looked back and forth from you to his best pal. “Well, I- I mean I was hoping we could go back to how we were.”

The abrupt laugh that came from you surprised the two despondent men in front of you, even yourself. The audacity of the man to expect for you to just take him back with open arms, forget all of what he did, fueled your laughter.

“Wait, why are you laughing?” he questioned, a little confused at your reaction.

You couldn’t control the hysterics pouring out of you, “Do you really think- expect for me to just run back into your arms? After what you did to me?”

The air was silent after your inquiry, the pair not knowing how to properly respond. Their silence allowed you to be able to regain your composure before standing directly in front of them.

Looking directly into Bucky eyes, “You dragged me through the house like I was a Raggedy Ann doll and threw me to the floor, without a care in the world.”

“And you,” you yelled at Steve, “You, my supposed boyfriend! My personal protector. You could’ve avoided all of this, if you just sat down and talked to me. I could’ve told you what happened at the park, but you let anger cloud your judgment.”

You thought your anger was at a minimum, but then remembering what physical actions he did to you, only amplified them.

“You slapped me! Put a fucking cut on my face, after I tried telling you the truth, yet you wouldn't let me speak or believe me. Then threw me out of the house like waste. And you have the fucking nerve to come here and expect me to take you back, just like that?”

Steve watched as you got close to his face, close enough to where he could smell the scent of your coffee that you must’ve drank earlier in the day. Hope filled him that maybe you would kiss him, but it was shattered when you leaned to the side to speak in his ear.

“You are a disgusting piece of shit and I hope you burn in hell.”

Saying your piece, you turned around and tried to head inside when Steve caught your arm. His grip wasn’t rough, but more desperate. “Please (Y/N), just give me one more chance. I promise I will do everything in my power to make it up to you.”

You looked into his blue eyes. His orbs were one of a truly sorry man, but in that moment, going over everything you went through in your mind, you couldn’t seem to care.

“I wish I could. But, I don’t want to.”

And with that you entered the foyer of your home before turning to face the former love of your life for the final time, “Never come back here again. I’ve moved on, it’s time that you do the same.”

Steve and Bucky watched as you shut the door on their faces and expelled them out of your life. The pair stood there for a while, absorbing your words before the brunette clapped the other on the back, snapping him out of his thoughts.

The blonde continued his efforts for the next week. Visiting your home with fresh flowers, hot coffee, those ridiculous caramel filled chocolates you used to always crave so badly.

He was a desperate man, yearning for his love in hopes that he could regain you back into his life.

But his efforts were cut short when two Mounties arrived, informing him that there was a call for trespassing and stalking. Ultimately ordering him to leave, the act signaling that he had lost you and there were no second chances in his horizon.

Bucky had to pull the man away, informing him it was for the best that he leave you alone for good. Steve didn’t fight him on it as they got into their rented vehicle and made the trip back to the airport.

After boarding their flight home, they both sat in their respective seats in silence. Bucky sat there as he mourned the loss of a friend. You were always there for him; an ear to vent to and a shoulder to secretly cry on.

As for Steve, he turned to face the window and watched the city fade away and the plane ascending to cruising altitude.

You were the love of his life, the woman he planned on marrying. And he threw it all away because he didn’t talk to you, ask for the truth, he just assumed. He knew it was a long shot when requesting for you to take him back, but he had to at least try.

For the remainder of the flight, he thought about your smile, the way you would say his name all sweetly, and how he’ll never be able to experience those treasured parts of you ever again, all because of his actions.

.·:*¨ ☼ ⭒ ☽ ⊹ ☾ ⭒ ☼ ¨*:·.

A/N: felt like writing some angst, sorry if it's not the best,. feeling a little rusty.

also: in no way shape or form do i justify domestic violence. this purely a work of fiction.

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…Then No One Can

pairing: dark!bucky barnes x avenger!reader

summary: with his newly acquired gift, bucky feelings grow stronger. but when someone tries to take you from him, he decides to stop at nothing to ensure that you're his- forever.

word count: 6.1k

warnings: DARK CONTENT, non/dubcon, smut, male masturbation, inappropriate use of panties, use of pet names, daddy kink, praising, yandere, drugging, kidnapping, faking ones death, slight angst, use of restraints, degradation kink, knife play, dacryphilia, choking, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), fingering, breeding kink, unprotected sex, cream pie !!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!!

song inspo: we belong together - ritchie valens (would recommend listening to song after reading)

notes: this is the sequel to ‘If I Can’t Have You…’. So sorry for the long wait, accidentally put this fic on the back burner. i hope you enjoy ! READ ALL WARNINGS CAREFULLY, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION

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With every flick of his wrist, there was a squelching sound paired with it. The brunette's spit was being used as lubricant as he stroked himself off once again. His right hand on his cock, the other fisting your used panties in front of his nose, savoring the scent.

Bucky continued his rituals of plundering through your hamper for the past several months, swiping up a pair of your panties and continuing the process of jerking off to you. He was too far gone to think about his perverse actions, all he thought about these days were you.

“Fuck baby, swallowing my cock so well,” he breathed out to the air. His eyes were screwed shut as he pictured you once again that day. For this current conjured fantasy, you were knelt down in front of him. Eyes trained up as he shoved his cock deep into your throat, testing out the limits of your gag reflex. “You like it when daddy fucks your mouth, don’t you?”

The imagined sight of his dick disappearing in you had him in a frenzy. The pumps to his hand had increased, his hips wildly bucking off the bed. His acts were desperate, longing for a release.

“Yes, baby,” Bucky moaned, “(Y/N), I’m gonna- fuck I’m gonna cum. Be a good girl and swallow every drop.”

It only took a few more flicks until his balls tightened up and he felt the familiar coil in his lower abdomen snap. His back arched off the bed in pleasure, hot dollops of his cum spurted across his chest, and his voice shouted out your name with glee. “Oh (Y/N)!”

Bucky’s breathing was hard, obvious by the rapid rise and fall of his chest, as he began to come down from his high.

He was never more thankful to Stark for installing soundproof walls; he was sure that without it, the entire compound would’ve heard his cries of desire dedicated to you.

Bucky unclenched his hands, causing your panties to fall from his grasp and onto the sheets.

The super soldier had been careful to not overdo his ‘collecting’, limiting himself to only taking a new pair once a week. Though sometimes if he had decided to pleasure himself with the fabric itself, he felt as if he had no other choice but to replace the soiled garment.

You had taken notice of the various missing pairs, bringing it up with Stark one morning during breakfast. Though the snarky and sexual response from the billionaire only made you playfully roll your eyes. Bucky listened in as you came to the only plausible conclusion that the dryer was eating the pairs up. He was never more grateful that you didn’t pay it any more mind, allowing him the ability to continue indulging in his private activities.

After coming back to his senses, Bucky rose up from the bed and began his cleaning up process. The act of wiping up the drying seed from his body and hiding your panties in his secret stash spot had become muscle memory. His trash can continuously needing to be dumped due to the overflow of cum soaked tissues.

Walking to his closet, his softening dick slapping against his thighs with every step, he reached up on the shelf to grab the stash box hidden under a jacket. Opening up the container, he admired his treasure trove.

Inside were 27 various pairs of your underwear. The assortment consisted of lacy thongs to your more generic cotton briefs. But the style didn’t matter to him, just as long as you had recently worn them when he retrieved it.

Stowing away the undergarment, he set the container back in its original hiding place before heading towards the shower.

Turning on the hot water, he began thinking about the mission he was set to go on later that afternoon. But within minutes, you came back into the forefront of his mind.

“God (Y/N), I just can’t get enough of you,” he thought out loud. With a sigh, his hand found his growing cock, repeating the same fisting actions he had just performed only a few minutes prior.

The mission went effortlessly: went in, stole the classified HYDRA documents, and got out. Since the assignment was so straightforward, it was only necessary that two Avengers go along.

Sitting in the cockpit, staring out into the night skyline, Bucky's mind was pondering you as he flew back to the compound. Wondering what you were doing back at base, and whether or not you missed him.

Well of course you missed him, he thought, you loved him just as much as he loved you.

A sharp pat on his shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts, as his partner sank down into the plush copilot seat, groaning out as he stretched his overworked muscles.

“Man, I am exhausted,” Sam wearily spoke.

The brunette only nodded along to his question, not caring all too much due to the sudden intrusion of his wicked fantasy playing out in his mind.

“Well, it’ll be alright when we get back. I’ll just ask (Y/N) for a massage, hopefully she’ll say yes,” he added.

The sound of your name leaving his teammates mouth had him gripping onto the pilots wheel. He was certain that if he didn’t restrain himself, the control would snap in two.

Not enjoying the silence, Sam continued on. “You know I got a date with her?” The fact made a vein in the long haired brunette's forehead bulge out.

Why was this the first he was hearing about it? When did Sam start liking you? When did he ask you out? More importantly, why did you say yes when he was right here?

All those questions raced through his mind, causing his breathing to rise.

“Really, when did that happen?” Bucky questioned, desperate to know every single detail.

“Ah, just a few days ago. Asked her out one night after that family dinner Pepper insists on us having together. I’m taking her to this new restaurant that just opened up when she gets back from her mission scheduled for next week.”

The rest of Sam’s rambling about the restaurant went unheard as he tuned him out, simply nodding along when he felt it was appropriate.

Once the jet had landed on the tarmac, Bucky stalked out of the aircraft, ignoring the questions fired at him from Sam.

Making the trek to his respective room, he slammed the door, the force no doubt sending shockwaves down the hall.

“Fuck!” he yelled out, his hands curling into tight fists at his side.

His pupils were blown, chest rapidly rising and falling, his large frame shaking due to anger. With teeth bared, he paced back and forth in his room. Every step made the long strands of his hair sway in front of his face. If anyone could’ve seen him at this moment, they would describe him as a feral animal. A beast in desperate need to be locked away.

Bucky felt rage; directed at Sam, you and surprisingly himself as well. He knows he shouldn’t be shocked that someone else acknowledged how mesmerizing you were, but he always thought that you would end up with him- where you belonged.

Of course he was never able to make the first move and actually ask you out, he just assumed that you would’ve picked up on his feelings by now.

Taking in a deep breath, Bucky sat down on the edge of his bed and began to think.

It’s not like you and Sam were dating, only going on a date. He realized he still had time to devise a plan to ensure that no one could take you from him.

After a couple of hours pondering his thoughts and solidifying ideas, he came up with a sure proof plan to make sure you were his forever. He had until the day of your assigned mission to complete it, to carefully ensure his success.

Getting up, he walked to his laptop at his desk. Thankful for the ability to search up on an encrypted server, utilizing the ability to not be traced, he carefully planned his next move. Once completed, he’ll be the luckiest man on Earth; being able to call you his.

The morning of your mission, you quickly get dressed in your tactical catsuit, ready to get the stakeout done and over so you can get back in time for your date.

You and Sam had been flirting for a while now. It started out small, just a few suggestive comments coming from the man himself. At first you played it off, due to your feelings for a different Avenger.

Ever since you bumped into him on your first day, you’ve harbored a crush on Bucky. But it seemed as if it was only one sided due to him constantly blowing you off.

You made quite the effort to get him to notice you though. From asking him to join you for a movie to simply training next to one another, he would just stare at you, mumble a few incoherent words, and then dash out of the room.

At first you thought he was just closed off, listening to Steve’s warnings when you first arrived. But then watching him interact regularly with everyone else on the team, it made you come to the conclusion that he hated you. So you pushed aside your feelings and made an effort to move on; hence the planned affair with Sam.

Grabbing your carryon bag and mission dossier, you made your way out onto the tarmac, but the large figure of a certain super soldier standing in front of your assigned quintet made you stop in your tracks.

“Oh, hi Bucky. What are you doing here?” you questioned.

For the first time since you were recruited and joined the team, you were finally on the receiving end of Bucky’s rare smiles. His eyes lovingly gazed into your own, crinkles showing at the edge of his lids. It was a stark difference from his usual brooding stares and it was something that you wished you were able to witness more often.

“I wanted to go out on a mission, to clear my head, and was told you were about to head out on one,” Bucky explained, not letting his eyes leave yours. “Stark said to ask you, so do you mind if I tagged along?”

Your breathing hitched at the thought of spending more time with the brunette. “No, of course I don’t mind,” you whispered, a ghost of a smile etched on your lips.

So elated at the chance to be alongside the man, that you didn’t register the suitcase that he held onto that was much too large for a simple weekend stakeout mission.

The two of you walked side by side onto the quinjet, you taking the co-pilot seat after Bucky insisted on flying. You both sat in silence once again as you took to the skies and ventured out to your destination.

You sat back and felt all of those repressed feelings clawing its way back to the forefront of your heart. Bucky piloted the jet and silently said goodbye to all of the friends you both were leaving behind to be together- just like he planned.

It had only been 3 hours into the stakeout, and both of your bodies were dripping in sweat. The humid South American climate was a stark difference to what you both were used to.

Bucky sat right next to you, admiring your being intently.

Even though you both were expected to stay quiet and alert in efforts to gain as much intel on the supposed HYDRA base, part of you hoped that Bucky would converse with you like he did with the rest of the team. But you quickly realized that you read too much into his friendly smile and inviting demeanor from earlier.

“So,” you cautiously began, “Have any plans for when we get back?”

Bucky grunted at your question, his mind racing over the new life you two were going to live.

“Well, I got a date with Sam. He’s cute, a little overzealous, but fun.”

You watched as he continued to ignore you, irritation slowly building up inside. “Unlike someone,” you muttered quietly. Though not quiet enough for the super soldier to ignore.

The brunette's head snapped in your direction, “What’s that supposed to mean?” He didn’t realize his hands were tightly balled into fists at his sides until your gaze dropped down to them.

You angrily sighed, “Nothing, Sergeant.”

In that moment, something snapped in the man beside you, though you were so frustrated that you didn’t realize it.

Picking back up the pair of binoculars, you focused back on the mission. So preoccupied with surveying the target, you weren’t able to register that Bucky had rushed up behind you, with a syringe in hand. The last thing you remember as your vision went blurry and your body going limp was the prick of a needle in your neck. As well as a few soft words from the super soldier.

“Don’t worry (Y/N),” he cooed in your ear as he held your sedated body, “Everything will be fine. Just you wait.”

There was a heaviness weighing down your skull; the feeling foreign to you. That same density holding down your head was felt in your eyelids as well.

Your skills and training gained as an Avenger were trying to come to the forefront of your mind, but the sedative flowing through you made it a rather difficult task.

Though you couldn’t visualize what and where you were, you did know that your limbs were being restrained. The clink of metal rattled as you tried to pull at the cuffs on your wrists, as well as your ankles. The heavy confines keeping you in place dug into your flesh, no doubt leaving marks in their wake.

It took a few minutes, but you were able to blink away the blur plaguing your eyes; but the sight that was unveiled to you was something you never would’ve pictured.

With your limbs stretched and shackled, you weren’t able to fully sit up and take in the nightmare that trapped you, but you managed as best as you could.

What once was your covered frame, was now bare. You were only left in the pair of undergarments that you dressed in that morning- a matching pair of black cotton underwear. Your boots and various matching accessories were also removed, leaving you practically nude.

The thing that first caught your attention when surveying the room was the red dot on the surveillance camera mounted in the corner; your capturer no doubt watching you through the lens.

The space itself was large, as if it were a master bedroom meant for couples to lounge in at the end of the day.

A bit of moonlight shone through the small window on your left; big enough to allow a decent airflow of opened, but not big enough to try to escape through without a struggle.

Looking to your right, you noticed the closet, but what had your eyes bulging out was your clothes hung neatly against their hooks, alongside a bunch of male clothing.

Besides the bare necessities of a bed, closet and a window, the room was empty.

The sounds of your struggles rang out as you made an attempt at escaping; trying every move in your repertoire but to no avail. The bounds that shackled you were tight and secure, guaranteeing your imprisonment.

You tried to scream, but the only noise that escaped your chapped lips were a low, hoarse wail- your throat obviously dried out.

Continuing in your efforts of breaking free, your motions froze when you saw the silhouette of a pair of feet peeking from the space underneath the door in front of you.

Fear ran through your entire being, chilling your skin and caused dribbles of sweat to pour out of you. There was a fear-laced thought that flashed through your mind, that this was the end. Your end. That your captor would do their worst and would cause your demise.

You tried to backtrack in your mind, in an effort to remember what happened last before it all went to black, but your memories were still foggy. All you remembered was your mission and your target.

The rattling of the doorknob snapped you out of your mind. Expecting the HYDRA leader to be unveiled behind the door, you were thoroughly surprised when your teammate was revealed to you.

There was a brief moment that filled you with peace when you believed that you were being saved, but once you locked eyes with the super soldier- that same fear returned tenfold.

“B-Bucky,” you questioned as loudly as you could, “What’s going on? Where are we?”

The eyes that returned your gaze sent chills down your spine.

Bucky’s stare was usually one that was quizzical- always watching and wondering what your next move would be. But this look on his was deranged. His pupils were blown out, only a sliver of cerulean surrounding the black sphere. His gaze was intense; glimmers of nervousness as well as a bit of utter desperation shone through.

He was still wearing some of his tactical wear- his black t-shirt covered his chest, the form-fitting black cargos graced his legs, accompanied by the various harnesses situated on his belt and thighs carrying his collection of knives. His boot covered feet planted firmly against the wood floor, pointed directly at your tied being.

You watched as his mechanical arm seized up, the metal plates shifting and realigning themselves into their proper position. His flesh hand was curled into a fist at his side, occasionally unfolding to stretch the taut limbs before retreating back into itself.

He looked menacing, dangerous- but mainly he looked like the embodiment of pure evil. The sight causes your body to rattle with fear.

Bucky knew that he needed to choose his words carefully, in order to achieve maximum success in his plan. To ensure that you truly understood what and why he did the things he did.

Taking a step forward, he made his way to sit on the bed beside your bare legs, his flesh fingers absentmindedly stroking the soft flesh.

“I need you to know I had no other choice (Y/N),” he carefully began, focusing only on the patterns he drew on your skin- the action leaving goosebumps in its wake. “He was going to take you away from me and I couldn’t let that happen. Not when you belong to me.”

Your eyes were bulged out of your skull at his announcement, confusion running through you. What did he mean ‘belong to me’? Who was trying to take me away?

Bucky observed your confused face, his features softening a tad, “You look so cute when your eyebrows get all furrowed like that.”

He watched as fear began to overtake you again, causing you to tug at the chains. The action made him tsk at you in disappointment.

“Princess, I did all of this for you. Why are you trying to leave me?”

Anger took over you, and as a result made you thrash around on the mattress. “Get me the fuck out of here!”

The brunette stood up, barely avoiding a foot to the groin as your tantrum continued. Though he was still saddened, he couldn’t avoid the desire that filled him when watching your body move. Your breasts jiggled in their confines, every movement enticing him. While you were desperately trying to lift off the bed, it allowed him the glorious view of your cunt swallowing your panties- he licked his lips at the sight.

“You’re sick, Bucky. They’re going to find me. The team will know something happened and will come find me, just you-”

Your pleas were cut off when Bucky’s metal hand tightened around your throat, restricting your vocal cords. He couldn’t stop the flood of arousal that pooled in his groin as he observed you become a sputtering mess, tears forming in your eyes making them glisten under the harsh fluorescent light up above.

“No one is going to find us because we are dead. I made sure of it,” he bragged.

Letting go of your throat, he watched as you regained your breathing and stared incredulously at the man standing above. “What- wait Bucky what do you mean?”

Taking in a deep breath to calm his frayed nerves, he began to detail out his plan to you. “Sam was going to take you away from me. I couldn’t let that happen, not when we belong together. So I had to make sure that no one else could have you.”

Retaking his previous position beside your legs, he continued. “I swiped a quick sedative from Dr. Cho, put it in your neck to make sure everything went accordingly. I had planned it perfectly. I take you here to this safe house, destroy all tracking devices Stark insists on us having, then crash the quinjet. That way we can finally live our lives together like we’re supposed to.”

Disgust was clearly evident on your features when you looked up at the man, “Bucky, we are teammates. We aren’t together, we barely know each other!”

There was a tight grip on your ankle, a silent reminder to show you who was in charge in the bare room. “I know all that I need to know about you. Like how nice and caring you are. How beautiful you are. How you always smell like cherry blossoms from your perfume. And fuck- how heavenly your cunt smells.”

His eyes focused in on your clothed mound and that’s when it clicked in your mind, “Oh my god, it was you. You were the one stealing my underwear.”

“I had to!” he yelled, louder than he expected. “It was the only way I could be with you.”

You felt sick at his revelation, nausea filling your stomach, “You’re disgusting Bucky, a fucking pervert.”

He couldn’t help the slight moan that left his lips at your words, nothing could’ve prepared him for the rush of desire he felt as you degraded him. His pants felt tight as his cock pressed against them, desperate for release. “Fuck (Y/N), you have no idea what you do to me.”

Standing up, he reached for his tactical folding knife situated in his thigh harness, the sight causing your breath to hitch and tears to flow freely down your cheeks. “Please Bucky, please don’t kill me.”

There was almost a sense of sadness that appeared on his face at your words. “I would never hurt you baby, I love you. I just need to remind you that you feel the same way,” Bucky cooed down at you.

You felt the warmth radiating off the brunette's body as he leant over you. The coolness of the blade that touched underneath your bra strap made you jump. The action made the silver steel dig deep into your chest, but not deep enough to break through the barrier of your skin.

Quickly pulling up, the blade sliced through the material like butter. He repeated the action on the other strap and on the middle band, until all the fabric restraints were no more.

A cold rush of air wafted over your chest as Bucky grabbed hold of your tattered bra and tossed it onto the floor. He watched as your nipples hardened under the new atmosphere, your delicate nubs turning taut. Bucky wanted nothing more than to suckle on you, feel your softness graze against his tongue, but he decided to hold off on that for a later time.

Bringing the knife lower, he treated your underwear the same as your bra and reduced it to shreds.

Digging his bare fingers into the front of your panties, he tugged until the material was surrounding you no more, leaving your glistening lips bare to him.

“Look at you sweets, all wet for me. I knew you wanted this just as much as I did.”

You pushed your head to the side, avoiding his proud demeanor in shame. Though you couldn’t see what his next actions were, you were able to hear them. The sound of a deep inhale filled your senses.

Bucky was so consumed in the scent of your slick-coated panties that he dropped the knife onto the floor, the sound slightly echoing throughout the room.

Pulling away the undergarment from his face revealed frenzied eyes. At this moment in time he was too far gone to think about any consequences, all he wanted- needed was you.

Hunching over the edge of the bed, he was situated face first with your cunt. Taking in another scent, he looked up at your cowering head. “I’m not gonna stop til my face is covered in you. In your sweet, heavenly juice.”

You told yourself that this was wrong, and that you wouldn’t enjoy the unfortunate acts being performed on you. But the second the super soldiers flattened tongue met with your core, all restraint left the building. You felt his wet limb lick from your hole to your clit, before he fully encompassed the numb, slurping up the muscle. “Oh shit.”

Even though his mouth was full of you, he couldn’t help the smile that broke out on his lips at the sight of you beginning to submit to him.

His ministrations continued as he lapped you up, filling himself up with the sinful taste of your essence. A taste he personally vowed to always have coating his mouth.

The tip of his tongue explored your folds, delicately licking every one of your slick petals. Alternating between sucking and lapping, he devoured your heat; determination to make you soak his mouth evident in his actions.

Moving back up to consume your clit, he brought his left hand to your sopping hole, index finger prodding your opening.

“Please Bucky,” you desperately begged, “You can’t- fuck you can stop now. I won’t tell anyone.” It was difficult to get your pleas out due to the pleasurable actions being performed on you.

The man situated between your legs only chuckled, “Oh (Y/N), you know I can’t stop now. I’m not gonna stop til I get my fill. Finally get what I deserve.”

With his statement, he roughly shoved his index and middle finger deep into your wet mound. Your tight walls suffocated his digits as he explored your depths. “Fuck Bucky!”

“That’s it sweetheart, keep moaning my name.”

His tongue flicked against your clit then pressed against the fleshy muscle. He repeated those same motions while he continued to finger you. Metal digits scissoring your cunt, stretching you out in preparation for his incoming length.

Your spasming walls and rapid breath intake was a clear sign that your release was imminent, the knowledge only fueling Bucky on even more.

“Tell me,” he taunted against your cunt, “Tell me who’s pussy this is and I’ll let you cum.”

You violently shook your head side to side. Your denial was more to yourself than to the brunette. You didn’t want to give in, you didn’t want to let him win; let him have that power over you. But the way his fingers were assaulting your pussy, and the arousal that consumed you was so much, it made you delirious.

Upon not hearing his desired answer, Bucky sighed before retreating away from you. The pitiful wine that left you was paired beautifully with the sight of your hole gaping and closing, yearning to be filled again.

“We can do this all night, I have no problem. But you will comply. You will admit that you belong to me, and only me,” he threatened, his voice dripping with aggression.

You should’ve fought more, put more of an effort in denying his treacherous advances. But you couldn’t ignore the burning passion that the man unlocked in you with just two of his fingers and a couple swipes of his tongue. So you ultimately obeyed his wishes.

“It’s yours Bucky,” your whimpers barely a whisper, “It’s all yours.”

The animalistic growl that left his mouth was something that was burned into your brain with how inhuman it was. Though you were unable to process it any longer due to Bucky reattaching his mouth and fingers to your lower region.

His assault on you resumed, causing you to bashfully moan out into the air, not even caring how easily you fell under his spell. “Please don’t stop.”

The brunette felt like he had died and gone to heaven. You were finally his, now he just needed to guarantee it.

With your orgasm already on the horizon, he continued to please you. His middle finger brushing along your spongy spot deep within as his index finger lightly grazed your honey soaked walls.

It only took a few pumps and for him to suction his lips tightly around your clit for you to gush around his fingers, soaking his chin in your essence.

“Good girl,” he groaned against your twitching mound, “You did such a good job for me sweetheart.”

He continued to clean up your folds, desperate to taste more of you, not even caring that you were squirming due to overstimulation taking hold.

Finally getting enough, he pushed away from your puffy mound and stood up to full height, staring down at you.

Kicking off his boots, he stripped himself of his clothing until he was left stark nude. A bit of pride surged in his brain as he watched you gawk at his throbbing length, the large size no doubt shocking you.

He took a brief moment to compose himself, stroking his cock a few times as he admired your breathy figure.

Your eyes were glistening, from tears of fear as well as euphoria. He observed your limp limbs, no doubt still slightly numb from coming down from your orgasm. But what really had him locked in was your stomach, and the thought of it swelling up with his child once he filled you with his seed.

“God you look so fucking beautiful (Y/N),” he breathed out to you in awe.

Bucky crawled on the mattress and situated himself between your legs as best as he could due to the chains keeping you in place.

He sat back on his haunches; one hand resting on your upper thigh, the other gripping the base of his dick as he prodded your wet hole.

You couldn’t, nor wouldn’t try to stave him off, too far gone with lust to fully think about the situation you were in.

Coating himself in your slick by running his plump head through your folds, he finally began the sinful journey of sheathing himself deep within you.

While you groaned in slight pain due to his massive size, Bucky sang in pure ecstasy as your warmth surrounded his length. “Oh- oh yes, (Y/N)!”

He buried himself to the hilt, his balls resting perfectly against the curve of your ass as he sunk himself into your core. Dropping down, his weight smothered you as his head rested in the crook of your neck. You felt his warm breath fan across you, heating up the sweaty skin.

His strokes started slow- experimental even. Getting to know the expanse of your cunt, making sure to feel every ridge of your tight walls that hugged him oh so well. This glorious feeling was what he yearned for, and he was sure that if he could, he would keep you locked on his dick, never leaving your warmth.

“Please Bucky. Go faster, I need you to go faster.” Your whimpers of desperation for him to speed up were music to the man's ears, which he had no problem fulfilling.

Pushing himself up with his hands pressed deep into the mattress on either side of your head, he began a faster pace.

The sounds of his thighs slapping against the back of yours, your soaked cunt being battered by his cock, as well as both of your lustful moans rung out in the air. A carefully orchestrated symphony being conducted by his cock alone.

He could feel the sublime feel of you tightening around him once more, notifying him of your second release for the night.

“Cum for daddy,” he breathlessly moaned into your ear, “Cum of daddy’s cock, soak it with your cunt. Make me proud.”

His praise sent chills down your spine as it signaled your release. “Fuck daddy, I’m cumming!”

Though your senses were going haywire, you couldn’t ignore the feeling of Bucky’s assault increasing tenfold.

“Damn, that was so hot. I’m not gonna stop til you're begging me to. Till I fill this sweet cunt. Till your belly swells up nice and plump. Hell, I won’t even stop there. I’m gonna live in this pussy, and you’re gonna be a good girl and take it. Every. Single. Inch.” His last words were paired with a sharp thrust into you, signifying their importance.

Leaning back on his haunches once more, he gripped onto your waist and began to pummel into you. He knew that he was forming bruises into your delicate skin, he knew the damage he was causing, but it only spurred him on.

His thrusts were frantic, not caring at all about your pleasure, more so chasing his own release. Longing to coat your channel with his awaiting seed.

Your body was used at his will, being tugged back and forth along his length as you took him whole. Every sharp thrust into you had his cock brushing against your g-spot, the action causing you both to become delirious.

Neurons were firing away throughout your brain, your fists balling up and grasping the chains that bound you. You were so far gone in desire that all you craved was the grand feeling of cumming around him once more. So you begged. Begged like a desperate bitch in heat at the man above you.

“Please, please, please,” you chanted at him, hopeful that he would allow euphoria to fill your limbs once more.

With a slight chuckle he locked eyes with you, not stopping his movements, “As you wish (Y/N).”

With his newly placed hand, Bucky began rubbing at your clit with his thumb. Your cunt was already a sloppy mess, but with his added stimulation, you were drenching him as well as the sheets below with your essence.

You felt your peak getting closer and closer until white hot desire burst in your core, flooding your being.

Bucky felt your cunt clamp around his cock as you came with a shout. He watched every contortion of your face as your body went through the motions of your orgasm. Your back arching off the mattress, nails clawing into the chains in a desperate attempt to regain stability, mouth sputtering as your moans rang out.

With the heavenly sight before him, he wasn’t able to hold off any longer and came deep into your cunt. His head pressed deep against your cervix as he spilled heavy drops of his cum against your walls.

He fell back on top of you, his own breathing matching your erratic one and you both began the descent from your highs.

You didn’t know how long you two had remained like that, him still situated deep within you as his large frame surrounded your body like a cacoon, but you didn’t mind it.

Finally regaining some of his senses, Bucky pushed back up with his left hand while caressing your tear streaked cheek with his right, softly stroking the flesh with his thumb.

He laid on top of you and admired your face, this was a moment that was etched deep into his hippocampus, which he was gladly grateful for.

With his eyes flicking back and forth between your own and your lips, he pressed forward until he connected himself with you.

Despite his previous rough actions against your body, his kiss was soft and tender. As if he were trying to savor the moment as best as he could. Your lips moved in tandem as you tasted the other. It wasn’t until you were both out of breath that he finally pulled away, but kept close enough for you to still feel his breath against your lips.

“Your mine,” he spoke softly, “For eternity.”

You knew that reality would soon hit you and the gravity of the situation would come raining down, but you decided to dwell in the moment. Enjoying the peaceful bliss that was given to you as Bucky’s warmth surrounded you, and slowly causing you to drift in a dreamy slumber.

a/n: aaand now you can play the song (we belong together - ritchie valens)

this was my first time writing noncon/dubcon, so hopefully it’s alright.

if you enjoyed this fic, please make sure to reblog and comment. your feedback is much appreciated !

*dividers credit: @firefly-graphics / @firefly-in-darkness*

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Dark!Jake Jensen Thots

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ recently put several dark prompts up for grabs here.

Number 8 caught my attention:

Jensen takes it personally after you laugh at him during a team meeting.

Imagining that sweet, goofy boy snapping. 🥴 Punishing and then blackmailing Reader with a video of it to keep her quiet and force her into a relationship with him. Warnings for noncon and gaslighting.

More thots under the cut.

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#jj #dark #angst

[sohoshawty]

I love your fics so much!! We need more Steve. Can you do one where Steve and reader were fwb or something and break up because she found out he was going to leave her for peggy after returning the stones? But then Steve doesn't go through with it but reader makes steve work for it to get back together? thank you so much!!

This Dress is Karma

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Please do not repost/translate anywhere. Reblogs & Comments are much welcomed ♥

Summary: Steve was never adept at appreciating what was right in front of him or adapting to personal situations in his life. You weren't a fool. After saving the world, you could tell that Steve wanted to return and get that chance with the dame that got away. At least that's what Steve thought he wanted. At the last moment, Steve realizes you're everything but quickly learns that you're not about to give him his happily ever after without reparations.

Warnings: No smut but definitely saucy...reader discretion advised. Please read responsibly. Angst with happy ending. Unbeta'd.

Note: I felt this request so hard LMAO. I love Steve but sometimes he makes me want to choose violence after endgame. It really do be "how angry am I with steve today?" sometimes LOL enjoy this revenge fic with happy ending bc we forgive this dumbass.

Count: ~3k

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You had not begged or even asked Steve to stay when you figured out he didn't plan to come back after returning the stones. But Steve had known you well enough to know when you were hurting and hiding it.

Watching the light dim from your eyes, the subtle recoil as you crossed your arms, and the way your jaw trembled before clenching, Steve thought his own heart was dropping into his stomach.

But he reasoned it was fair. The two of you weren't dating. There hadn't ever been a time where either of you clearly defined what it was between the two of you.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't at least a little bit in love with you. It would also be a lie to say that Steve didn't know that it was very clearly defined, even though nothing was said.

There had been no fighting words, just watching you swallow noticeably and a sharp nod of your head. You turned around and walked off, not stopping when he called your name.

It was over after that.

You continued to be professional after that. During the mission, you interacted with Steve like he hadn't broken your heart. There had been so much that happened, so much that burned, but you hadn't turned to him for comfort like you used to.

But when it was all said and done, when it was time for Steve to return the stones, he finally saw your mask slip.

"I can't be here," you mutter to Bucky, who nodded in complete understanding as he leaned in to tell you he'd see you later.

Bucky had known, too, felt the loss pounding in his chest. Felt the anger of Steve's lie that he'd always be there until the end of the line—because this wasn't the end of the line, at least not for Bucky.

Still, Bucky stayed because Steve was his best friend, and for all the right things Steve had done, he deserved to have his best friend see him off.

Bucky supposes a part of him wanted to see Steve when he was old—he just thought they'd grow old together.

It happened so fast, which Bucky's thankful for.

But he's surprised at what he sees.

"You motherfucker," Bucky shakes his head, a dry laugh of disbelief leaving his throat. He didn't even think it was possible to experience so many emotions in such a short amount of time.

Steve stands there, young and still clean-shaven. He smiles sheepishly at his best friend.

"I'm not going to even feel bad for the hell she'll put you through," Bucky cocks his brow at his friend. "And I'm not going to feel bad for the hell I'm going to put you through too."

Steve sighs. "Yeah, I know."

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You sat in your bathtub, trying to relax. It was hard, though.

You were trying to not think about what was happening right now. How Steve was reuniting with Peggy. How he was disrupting a whole timeline to create a new one just for the dame that got away.

Steve was probably kissing her passionately right now, running his broad hands down her curves as he pulled her close. Kissing her the way you taught him how to kiss.

You let out a humourless chuckle. All the things you taught Steve were now benefiting another woman. You hoped when you opened your mail later today, there would be a thank you note from Peggy.

Suddenly, tears formed so overwhelmingly thick, they ran down the side of your eyes. That hole you were trying to hide in your chest couldn't be ignored any longer. A choked sob left your lips, and you pressed your hands to your face.

Why?

Why hadn't you been enough?

Why hadn't all the times you been with Steve since he woke up from the ice enough?

Why couldn't those times compare to that one second he saw Peggy?

Why had you gone and fallen in love with Steve Rogers when he had never belonged to you in the first place?

Why had you been okay with being second place because you thought his past would just remain his past?

God, how stupid you'd been.

You stifle your tears as you pull the plug on your bath. The warm water wasn't doing much to comfort you, and you were just starting to feel horribly pathetic sitting in your tub naked.

Just as you had put on your bathrobe, there's knocking on your door.

You immediately feel apprehension because Bucky is the only person who's supposed to come to see you, and he has the key to your place. You pass by your kitchen table, sliding your hand underneath to take out the hidden gun there as you turn off the safety and hold it up as you walk to the door.

You peek through the door and swear as you put your gun away. You unlock the door and swing it open, glowering.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Steve blinks at you, feeling his cheeks heat at the sight of your wet hair and in your bathrobe. It had been a look he's seen so many times...usually right before he fucked you.

"I—" Steve started to say before the words caught in his throat. He could see your eyes were slightly puffy and a little red.

His heart clenched painfully. God, he had fucked up.

"I couldn't leave," Steve blurted out. "When the time came, all I could think about was you. You're...you're my best girl."

You stare in disbelief at the man before you. You can't even help the sardonic laugh that leaves your mouth.

"I'm not your anything, Steve," you glare at him. "Did you really come back thinking that I'd take you back? That I would be happy and just throw my arms open for you?"

Steve frowns, trying to push down the panic in his chest.

"I—no, I guess not. I mean, I'm not really sure..." Steve admits to you, and you cock your brow at him. "I just wanted to at least let you know that I love you...that I want a future with you."

You press your hand to your face, feeling the whiplash of everything.

"You hurt me, Steve," you finally mutter, ready to admit the truth you hadn't been able to the first time when things ended. "Do you have any idea what it feels like?"

"I know I hurt you, I'm so sorry..." Steve reaches out hesitantly and almost sighs in relief that you let him hold you. It reinforces what he felt all along, that you belonged in his arms, and he belonged with you.

"No, you have no idea," you mutter against his chest. "Do you have any idea what it felt like to know you were leaving me for someone else? That just moments ago, all I could think about was how you were holding her, kissing her, and doing all the things you used to do with me. You made me feel like I wasn't enough, Steve..."

Steve holds you tighter, trying to find the words to comfort you, but he found there wasn't really anything he could say. He did have no idea how that felt. Well, when he thinks about it, his chest curdles up in pain, but he knows it's not real, that he hadn't actually had to go through that.

"You're enough," Steve says as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head. "You're more than enough. I don't deserve you."

"Damn right," you push against Steve's chest to pull away. "And if you think for even one second that I'm going to take you back without any reparations, you have another thing coming."

"I'm willing to do whatever it takes," Steve says determinedly.

You quirk your brow at him. "We'll see about that, Rogers."

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Steve grips his glass of whiskey a little too hard.

He stares at the sea of dancing bodies and tries to adjust to the booming noise of the music.

No matter how many times he goes to the clubs, he never really gets used to them.

But this had been your condition to take him back. You told him that unless he really understood how he hurt you, there was no way you could try to move past it.

In a way, it was definitely a little vindictive since Steve did have some inkling of what you were going to put him through. At the same time, he felt it was fair. He couldn't even imagine how miserable you've been since the two of you broke it off. How you had to pretend like you weren't falling apart during the mission.

It has been a couple weeks since they've saved the world. There have been funerals and post-world stuff they had to attend to. Adjusting with the world returning to normal had been difficult, and honestly, it was still a shitshow.

But right now? Many others just wanted to forget what had happened, about what they've lost. Which was why the clubs were so busy.

You still wouldn't let him back into your apartment, so Steve was making do with the compound for now. It was just hours ago that you told him to come to the club.

His one job? Stand where you could see him, watch you, but don't approach—no matter what.

Steve stood at the main bar near the dance floor. He was at a clear vantage point at any part of the club, so he felt like he was doing a good job so far.

It was then he saw you.

You turned heads as you walked in—you always had.

But tonight, damn. Steve felt his pants tighten at the sight of you.

You were wearing his favourite red dress, the one that clung to your body and showed off your thighs and legs. It drew attention to the dip between your chest, and Steve almost swore.

That dress had been off-limits in public because Steve couldn't handle it. But he loved all those times you wore it for him in private and did things to him that reminded him he was yours.

That dress alone had Steve breathing heavily.

You made eye contact with him, and fuck, you had your bedroom eyes on. Steve was tempted to cross the room to you right then but remembered that his job was to stay rooted.

So, he stayed as you turned away as if you didn't know him.

"Hey, Stevie."

Steve turned to his right to see Bucky saddling up beside him. The weeks had passed by quick, and he was wary as there had been zero retribution that his friend had promised.

Bucky had been helpful and supportive throughout the entire process. He looked good, too. He had finally cut his hair, and it reminded Steve of their days in the past.

At the same time, Bucky looked like he belonged in this time. But Bucky had always been better at adjusting. He wore a grey, textured long-sleeve shirt and jeans. A gold chain plain necklace hung around his neck, and a ring on his index finger made him look modern.

Bucky ordered a shot of tequila and downed it without a thought.

"Didn't think you'd show up," Bucky told him, and Steve shrugged.

"It's the only way I can make it up to her. So, if I need to stay rooted here while she dances and flirts in front of me, then that's what I have to do," Steve said determinedly.

Bucky just strangely stares at him before he laughs. He looks out onto the dance floor and sees you dancing while a group of men hover around, trying to see who you would pick for your dance partner.

"That's going to fucking suck, Stevie," Bucky said as he downed another shot. "I'm not saying I'm in love with your girl, but she's definitely looking hot as fuck tonight. Swear I've seen that dress before," Bucky mutters.

He then turns to Steve and smirks. "Don't worry, pal. As your best friend you almost abandoned, I'll look after her tonight for you."

With that, Bucky pushes himself off the bar counter and weaves his way through the crowd.

Steve feels his stomach drop because it looked like Bucky had decided tonight would be the night he'd put Steve through hell for what he almost did.

Steve couldn't do anything but watch as Bucky slid up to you, showing those pathetic boys on the floor that they were unmatched against him as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flushed against him.

That red dress contrasted against Bucky's monochrome outfit as you wrapped your arms around Bucky's neck and tilted your face against his closely.

Steve could feel his heart breaking then. Even though he knows nothing would truly happen between the two of you since he did come back. But he's starting to get a taste of what you experienced at the thought of him with Peggy, at the thought of that he truly left you.

He watches as Bucky is all up on you, manipulating your body to dance—to grind on him. Steve watches as Bucky takes liberties with you, touching and stroking your curves as he grinds himself into your ass along with the beat of the music.

Steve doesn't know what he's feeling. He feels sick; he feels hurt. He feels...hot. He had to adjust his feet multiple times because he had come close to leaving his spot so many times watching you dance with Bucky.

From where he was, he could see Bucky whispering something in your ear that made you giggle before looking back at him, licking your lips.

Fuck, Steve was going to go mad.

Steve hates it. Hates the fucking idea of you with someone else, no matter how tight his pants feel right now. He regrets it so much because this wasn't how he felt when he found out Peggy had married someone else and had kids with that man.

But the idea of you even fucking someone else that isn't him? Steve can't stand it. It makes him realize what a piece of shit he is, but he can't help it.

It doesn't help that you turned your head to look at Steve, and your look said it all.

This was retribution for breaking your heart.

You wanted his attention tonight, wanting to remind him that he was an absolute moron for thinking that he could ever move on from you.

You were punishing him, and Steve felt his mouth dry.

Your face said it all.

Look at me.

Look at this dress.

Look how someone else's hands are all over me.

Don't you regret it when you decided you weren't mine?

This could've been him.

This could've been him, dancing with you as he touched you all over. It could've been him that you would go home with, letting him rip that dress off—or maybe just fuck you in it.

Steve reminds himself that he just needs to stay where he is. Just stay and watch you, and you would be open to returning to him, and he was going to spend every day of his fucking life keeping you in every way. He would keep you deliriously happy that you wouldn't even remember the time he broke your heart.

He feels different types of hotness wash through him as he watches Bucky press kisses up and down your throat and jawline, but never your mouth.

He watches your eyes flutter open and close.

Steve watches Bucky do nearly everything to you but kiss your lips and fuck you on the dance floor. He supposes that he should be thankful because he's sure that you had pictured Steve doing that with Peggy.

Steve doesn't know how many hours pass of him watching you and Bucky on the dance floor. Watching Bucky drag you to the bar just a couple of feet away from him like he wasn't even there as he buys you a drink. He watches you flirt and is reminded how you used to flirt with him.

The entire thing was maddening, and Steve's pants feel like it's going to burst.

By the time it's finally over, Bucky kisses your cheek goodnight and passes by him with a shit-eating smirk and a wink.

The night is over, and he's finally allowed to move.

Steve follows you out of the club like a lost puppy.

You stand at the edge of the curb and look at him. The streetlight hits you just right, and you look incredibly fucking hot and beautiful, and hopefully his.

"Well," you quirk your brow at him. "I'll have to hand it to you. I didn't think you'd manage to stay the entire time."

"It wasn't easy..." Steve said with a weak smile.

"And how do you feel?"

"Awful," Steve admits right away as he takes off his leather jacket and puts it over your shoulders. "Feels like you ripped out my heart and stomped all over it, sweetheart."

"Good," you tell him without guilt. "Now you know a sliver of how I felt. You're lucky I didn't kiss and fuck Bucky and make you watch."

"Oh, believe me, I know," Steve said dryly. He stands there with you outside, his hands shoved into his pants pockets.

You stand there, watching as Steve tries to hover closer to you, looking like a shot puppy and you sigh.

Tonight felt good.

It was petty as hell since Steve hadn't actually done anything with Peggy, while you actually made Steve witness the things you pictured him doing.

You didn't care, though, because doing it made the anger go away, and it was easier to admit another truth when there was no anger.

That you felt hot the entire night with Steve's eyes on you.

"Take me home, Steve," you say quietly as you send him a heated look, biting your bottom lip. "Think we've both had enough tonight with you eye-fucking me in this dress tonight. You can do something about it now."

Steve lets out the biggest groan of relief as he starts to lead you away to his motorcycle. He's going to blow through the streets tonight to get home.

"That dress is karma, sweetheart."

Alternate Ending

#sr #bb #angst #smut

[sohoshawty]

What if you were? (Chris Evans x reader)

***PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE***

This is an RPF but I think of it as taking place in an AU where the person's real families and relationships do not exist. If this makes you uncomfortable, my blog is not the place for you.

Warnings: RPF, angst

This is a follow-up to this fic.

Tags: @kthynes

Summary: Soon after leaving Chris, Y/n discovers an unexpected parting gift.

After you left, Chris didn’t know what to do with himself. He doesn’t blame you for leaving. You deserve better. He wants to be better but he doubts that you will ever speak to him again, let alone trust him or love him and what good is love without trust? 

You’ve been doing everything you can to get over him. You’ve been exercising daily, working overtime, reading books, doing crafts, spending time with friends - anything to distract yourself but nothing helps. You push through but you can’t get him off your mind. In fact, if you manage to push him to the back of your mind from his usual space in the forefront of your thoughts, you consider it a good day. Your brain and your heart are in a constant battle and it’s taking a toll on your body. 

You've been apart for two months when the interview comes out. The one where the interviewer asks and he answers, “Chris does want to be a daddy.”

"And ovaries everywhere exploded in unison," you deadpan.

Just then Emmeline, your best friend, and business partner walks into your shared studio space. "You've seen the interview, then? Or at least the meme."

"I have. This man is proving impossible to avoid."

Since the split, you have tried to dodge any and all news of him. You unfollowed him, his family, friends, manager, publicist, and any production companies he works with. Alas, it isn't enough. Everyone loves Chris and dozens of people in your network post the interview on social media. It isn't done maliciously or even out of disregard for your feelings. You had kept your relationship as private as possible, only discussing it with your closest friends and only through more secure channels or in person.

You'd have preferred to give up all social media platforms entirely after the breakup but you need to remain for the benefit of your business. You and Emmeline had worked too hard to build the business and develop a presence to give it up now.

"I know, love. I have something that I think will distract you, at least for a little while," Emmeline says as she sets a large bag from your favorite restaurant on the counter in the kitchen. "I come bearing lunch."

"Em, you're the best friend a girl could ask for. Dessert included?"

"Bitch, what? Am I knew here? Of course, dessert is included!" she answers playfully.

Opening the container holding your favorite meal normally fills you with a sense of comfort and makes your mouth water at the first scent of the delicious food inside - it's all very Pavlovian. This time the scent isn't the same but you brush it off, thinking you must have reached the point of being nauseated because you're so hungry. You had skipped breakfast this morning and it is already 2 in the afternoon. The first bite doesn't quite taste the way you remember. You take a second bite and as soon as you swallow it, you jump down from the counter and barely make it to the trashcan before you get sick.

"Y/n! Are you alright?!" Emmeline asks, rushing to your side and pulling your hair back.

"I don't know where that came from. Does the food taste different to you?"

"No, I got the same thing and it tastes just like it always does. Are you coming down with something?" your best friend asks as she feels your head for any sign of fever.

"You don't feel warm but you look exhausted. Come here, love," she says, hugging you as you start to cry.

"Ouch!" you yell, pulling away and bringing your hands to your breasts.

"What?!"

"Sorry, they're just really tender lately and that hug squashed them."

"Y/n, talk to me. There's more going on here that you're not telling me."

"I'm fine, I'm probably about to get my period, finally. The stress of the past few months has my body acting up, so this one is probably going to give me a run for my money."

"What do you mean, 'finally'?"

"Well, I was supposed to get it a few days after the split but I didn't. The stress of it all was just too much. I'm sure everything is fine."

Emmeline cocks her head to the side and gives you a knowing look.

"Everything is fine, right?" you ask tenuously, looking for reassurance.

"I'm sure everything is fine but let's get you home and pick up a few pregnancy tests on the way just to be sure."

That's all it takes for you to burst into tears. Now that you think about it, you know the tests will come back positive. After so long together, you and Chris weren't necessarily trying to get pregnant but you had recently decided to stop actively preventing it.

Source

You know what you have to do. 

Standing in front of Chris’ front door is the last place you want to be but here you are. You knock, hoping he answers quickly so you can get this over with. 

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” 

“Hi, Chris. I’m sorry to show up unannounced. I tried to call you but I couldn’t get in touch with you and this can’t wait.” 

“Yeah, sorry. I had to get a new number and I didn't think you'd want it. Come on in," he says as he steps back so that you can walk past him into the foyer of the home that had been the backdrop of so many happy memories and also the worst memory of your life. "What’s up? Are you alright?” Chris asks - a look of genuine concern clouding his beautiful face. 

“Yeah . . . No, but I will be. I saw your interview,” you say as you walk past him and he shuts the door behind you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You really want to be a daddy, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I really do. You didn’t come all the way over here to talk about that, did you?” 

“What if you were?”

“What if I was what?” 

“Going to be a daddy.” 

“What?”

“Do you remember when we decided to stop using birth control and the doctor told me it was unlikely that I’d get pregnant right away?”

“Yes…”

“Apparently he was wrong."

Chris doesn't say anything but you can see the gears turning. You know he must have figured it out as soon as you said it - he's as intelligent as he is handsome - but he's in denial. He moves backward to take a seat on the stairs, unsure how long his powerful legs can hold him up with the weight he now carries on his shoulders.

"When I left, I didn’t realize I was taking a little hitchhiker with me.” 

He stares in disbelief at nothing in particular.

“I thought it was the stress of the breakup that was keeping me from getting my period but that wasn't it. The home tests were positive and so was the one that I took at the doctor’s office yesterday. It must have happened that last time we . . . a few days before . . . ” 

“Y/n . . .” 

“Look, I don’t want anything from you. I just thought you should know since I’m keeping it. I’ve always wanted to be a mom and I don’t know how many other chances I’ll get so I’m taking this one.” By some miracle, you manage to get the words out without bursting into tears. Proud of yourself for keeping it together, you turn and make your way toward the door as Chris stands up to follow you.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry that I hurt you." You stop dead in your tracks, closing your eyes and willing yourself to keep your emotions locked away for just a few more moments. "I honestly didn’t know that I was harboring feelings or resentment over Charlotte until that night. What I do know is that losing you is the biggest regret of my life."

Your eyes fill with tears as you silently curse Chris for keeping you from making your escape with dignity and dry cheeks. "I don’t expect you to forgive me or trust me or love me again but if you will let me, I want to be there for you and our baby.” 

With that, the tears begin to fall. “Do you really think that two months is enough time for me to stop loving you? I’ve loved you for 5 years, Chris. I don’t know how involved I want you to be but I won’t keep you from having a relationship with your child," you reply. 

"Thank you," he says sincerely while looking at his feet in shame. "I was certain you'd hate me."

"I could never hate you. Maybe this would be easier if I could," you reply, unable to look at him. "You broke my heart and I'm still devastated by the way things ended between us but I know that it came from a place of pain, not malice."

The two of you stand there for what feels like an eternity, only the sound of an occasional sniffle from either of you.

"What do we do now?" Chris asks, hopeful but terrified.

"I don't know, Chris . . ."

He nods his head in understanding.

". . . but I could really use a hug," you tell him as your voice breaks and you look up at him, tears spilling from your eyes.

He looks up hopefully and sees you looking back at him. He closes the distance between you in a split second and envelops you in a tight but tender embrace full of love, sorrow, and optimism as the floodgates break and you both sob uncontrollably.

Neither of you knows what the future holds but you do know that you're now inextricably linked.

#ce #angst #fluff

[sohoshawty]

Steel blue

summary: Steve comes home early from a mission and sees reader in his sweater for the first time. pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader word count: 408 warning/s: angst, fluff, stuttering, allusions to abusive ex (reader), self-doubt from reader. That should be it, but if not then please just tell me and i will add it here <3 author’s note: It is kinda really messy, but I knew if I didn't get this out of my drafts I would never stop editing it. Italics is reader's thoughts, bold italic is Steve's thoughts. Constructive criticism is welcome! <3

“Is that my sweater?” Steve startled Y/n, snapping her out of whatever was playing on the tv. Steve was home earlier than expected, they estimated the mission would take another week.

Steve’s sweater engulfed Y/n, woven patterns stitched in a steel blue. Anxiety and guilt blossomed in her body, her throat tightened, she didn’t want to cry, but she couldn’t control it. She shouldn’t have felt negative emotions about this in the first place, but learned habits are hard to break. ‘Of course, he is unhappy with you, you stole his favorite sweater!’. Even her own mind hated her. She cleared her throat before responding, “Oh, uh, yeah? Do you- Do you want it back?” Y/n pulled her arms around herself. ‘Why are you stuttering? Stop embarrassing yourself,’ His eyes widened, “What? No, that's not what I was implying!” He pushed himself off the doorway and walked closer to his girlfriend of 8 months. His heart pounded in his ears, cheeks shifting into a rosy shade. She was breath-taking. ‘How did I get so lucky? She is so sweet and adorable.’ He smiled gently. The mission might have gone easier than expected, but he still had to miss time with his best girl. “You aren’t mad?” Her brows furrowed slightly. “ No, of course, I'm not mad! It’s just- I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes,” His hand gently cupped her face, her nose crinkled at the contact. “I like your clothes,” she murmured, covering her face in sweater-covered hands. “You do?” He gently pried her hands away. “Y/n, do you really like stealing my clothes?” “Duh, I have always wanted to steal some of them. They always smell like you, and I don't know, I just- I just find them very comforting.” “Well, you are always welcome to steal any of my clothes,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “What about the shield?” She joked, her anxieties quieted down. “Well, you can’t steal that anytime because I kind of need it for my job, but if you want me to teach you a few tricks with it?” His head tilt while giving the offer resembled a puppy. “Really?” Her eyes lit up. “I mean I need to clean it first, but of course.” Y/n didn’t realize how far he would go to make her smile. Although he would have to investigate why she felt guilty for wearing his clothes.

#sr #fluff

[sohoshawty]

If ur accepting could u write something soft about reader and Cris decor shopping and they find the kid sections and there just like 🥺😩coz both want kids

I thought about this long and hard and I can't stop imagining Chris and reader being best friends who have a baby shower to attend and going into a specialized shop sends them both into a baby fever

"Oh my God," you whisper, holding the tiniest little sock in your hand.

"Chris, look at this!"

And so he did

He didn't want to

He knew the second he focused his eyes on you in this environment

This store filled with babies and everything baby-related

He'd lose the last thread of control he was tightly holding onto, trying to salvage your friendship

Because Lord, did he want to be more than friends

"How can something be this freaking cute?" You asked, showing him the familiar pattern of the shield he held for years in his role as Captain America

And he didn't know if you were referring to the clothing item in your hand or yourself

But it was a close tie in his mind

He swallowed around a dry throat, trying not to focus too much on how badly he wanted to live this experience with you, the same one that had prompted your trip to the store

He hated how his cock hardened at something that was supposed to be innocent and sweet

But you were innocent and sweet and that's why he was sure you'd make the perfect mother

"Chris!" You clasped his wrist, stopping his exploration of onesies, trying to look for the perfect one to give as a gift to your pregnant friend in common

You were staring at a little girl, held by her mother, and she stared at you just as much

She was wearing a kid's costume of your character, and your heart melted at the sight

Chris groaned, not believing what was happening

"Would you take a picture with her?" The mother asked, and you immediately reached out to hold the kid

Chris thought he was going to die, hearing you speak childlike to the baby in your arms, rubbing your nose against hers, and making her giggle

He almost asked the mother for a copy of the photo but held back at the last second

"C'mon, we're gonna be late," he dragged you towards the counter, desperate to get out of the store

You were confused but followed along

You had a party to attend, after all, and you were eager to find out the sex of the baby at the big reveal your friend had planned

Chris was distracted throughout the party

He couldn't tear his eyes away from you

Imagining you with a round belly

You being the one about to welcome a kid into this world

And he realized he couldn't hold back his feelings any longer

Couldn't allow you to go ahead and live out his biggest dreams with some other man

So that evening, when he drove you home, he decided he was going to confess

But you interrupted his plans with a confession of your own

"I really want kids," you sighed, rolling your head to the side to look at him

"If we're both still single in five years, would you have one with me?"

He stopped breathing, unsure of what to say because five years seemed too far away

"I'd have one with you right now," he admitted, to which you giggled, thinking he was joking

"I don't think we're ready for a step that big in the middle of the biggest movie contract we've ever done, dummy."

Silence took over the car as you both thought over what you were discussing

"I mean... We might not be ready for a baby right now, but we sure as hell can practice for it."

You frowned, not understanding what he was implying.

"You wanna babysit?" You assumed, and it was only then that he turned to look you in the eyes.

"I wanna fuck you raw."

#ce #fluff

[sohoshawty]

dilf! chris finger fucking you under the table while you eat dinner🥺🥺

note: thank you anon for requesting this, i added it to first date because dilf! chris lol. you can request stuff here!

you can read first date here!

warnings: fingering, chris wanting to be caught?, daddy kink, cheating, age gap(reader is 20).

dilf!chris evans x younger!reader, noah evans x reader

summary: something like request^

masterlist

You were chewing on a piece of roasted chicken when you felt a familiar finger slither up your thigh. You looked up at Chris with warning eyes, wordlessly asking him what he was up to with your razor sharp gaze.

The older man slyly smirked. Glancing at his son across the table. Who was completely unaware of the tension between the two most trusted persons' in his life. Chris silently thanked his son for his lack of focus before looking back at you. He placed his index finger on his pink lips indicating you to be quiet.

You furrowed your eyebrows, was he really ordering you to be quiet without a single word? you pondered. Yet you still found yourself obeying, you weren't one to make Chris- daddy- upset, well most times. You involuntarily jerked up when you felt his fingers poke your bare cunt.

Chris lowly tsked. Giving you a disapproving look at touch of your uncovered pussy, still he continued rubbing your folds- which surprised you, but you knew you were in for punishment later-.

He inserted two fingers into your cunt. Stretching you out in a delicious way to make you wet and test to see if you would make a sound. It was risky, but he couldn't care less.

Chris thumbed your clit whilst he thrusted into you in a pleasing tempo, curling his fingers when he felt you getting wetter by the second.

However, you were trying your best to not moan. It would be quite embarrassing if you did, even more if your boyfriend caught you with his father's digits deep in your cunt. You resumed eating, hoping you would look casual enough to not make Noah suspicious in anyway.

Chris was enjoying this a little too much. He was somewhat turned on with the idea of him finger fucking you right at the dinner table.

He quickened his pace, keeping his eyes up. Chris's fingers moved in and out, slipping easily with your juicy wetness. "Come for me honey." He whispered, so softly you almost missed it.

Your legs were shaking. Your hand holding Chris's wrist in a tight grip as you came undone, your walls clinging onto his fingers. You were always surprised when he made you come by just using his fingers, or it could probably be your constant desire to feel him made it so easy.

Unintentionally, a porn like moan left your slightly parted lips. So caught up in you orgasmic state you didn't realize. Making you also miss the confuse look from Noah and the small, cheeky smirk from Chris.

"Are you okay baby?" Noah asked, genuinely worried.

You froze. Squeezing your thighs together when Chris kept fingering you. He always liked to ride your orgasm out, but not today. "Yes, I'm totally fine." You falsely smiled.

"Good. Want anything to drink?" Noah inquired. He nodded when you shook your head no. "Dad?"

"Yeah a beer for me." The older man responded. Nudging your thighs apart when Noah left the room. "Don't you ever do that again." Chris spoke, his tone stern. He looked at you expectantly with raised brows, pinching your clit hardly.

"Yes daddy." You shamefully said.

"Y'know where to meet me tonight," Chris tapped your thigh, pulling his fingers out of your cunt when he heard Noah's feet nearing. "And don't forget to bring that pink vibrator I bought you last week." He finished, pecking your forehead right before Noah came in.

"Everything all right?" The young Evan boy asked seeing your awkward demeanor- if only he knew the reason of it-. "Stop troubling her dad." Noah chuckled handing the alcoholic beverage to his father.

"Oh I'm not troubling her at all," Chris smugly grinned, sucking on his fingers that were inside of you seconds ago. "I'm just enjoying our guests company."

#ce #smut

[sohoshawty]

I saw that you love cheating and so do I and I wanted to ask if you have any recommendations?

the cheating trope is one of my favs (even though i completely despise it in real life). now i’m not too sure which character you wanted.

here are a few that i have read, loved, and highly recommend ! (please make sure to reblog and comment the fics below, your interaction goes a long way)

*some of these fics contain mature (smut) content. 18+ only, minors DO NOT interact. read ALL warnings.

steve rogers

me and my husband - @shedobewritingalittle

nothing breaks like a heart - @ghost-of-winters-past

dirty secrets series - @niffala

fight of flight - @dollslayer

pineapple soda over affairs - @writersbuck

the lemonade collection series - @mypassionsarenysins

no more love - @rogerslovesstark

memories - @holylulusworld

say something series- @just-one-ordinary-fangirl

vibranium pinky - @andysbubba

breathe - @my-emotional-self

you told me - @lfzyxf

love me till august - @ambrosiase

you should be sad - @simsadventures

ransom drysdale

last kiss - @americasass91

beginning of the end - @fairyevans

it’s over - @chuckbass-love

chris evans

not your yellow - @honiebee 

bucky barnes

rendezvous - @darlingsteve

betrayal series - @mrslilyrogers

#sr #rd #ce #bb #angst

[sohoshawty]

DO YOU KNOW ANY OTHER ANDY BARBER FICS OR WRITERS THAT WRITE FOR ANDY BARBER? !

here are a few andy barber fics that i have read, loved, and highly recommend ! (please make sure to comment and reblog the fics below, your interaction can go a long way)

summer fun - @serendipityrogers (nextdoorneighbor!andy)

angel sin cielo - @fairyevans (married!andy)

our little secret - @planetofawe (stepdad!andy)

secrets - @darlingsteve (dadsbestfriend!andy)

rosebud - @kthynes (husband!andy)

mexico - @simplystevies (bestfriendsdad!andy)

you and i both know - @worksby-d (dark!nextdoorneighbor!andy)

coffee shop romance - @just-one-ordinary-fangirl (divorced!andy)

do you dirty series - @balenciagabucky (married!andy)

habeas copulateus - @drabblewithfrannybarnes (husband!andy)

not the only one - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor (dark!husband!andy ft. dark!jake jensen)

what a lie - @bemine-bucky (married!andy)

to be so loved through it all - @geniedetails (silverfox!andy)

loving you - @andysbubba (husband!andy)

empty threats - @thesummerpetrichor (stepdad!andy)

answer it - @afriendlyblackhottie (babydaddy!andy)

girl next door - @honeydulcewrites (nextdoorneighbor!andy)

at the edge of a precipice - @bluemusickid (husband!andy)

to bear witness - @peachyteabuck (dark!single!andy)

diving bell - @buckyownsmylife (dark!librarian!andy)

private eye - @queenoftheworldisdead (dark!married!andy)

one cup sugar, one cup spice - @avintagekiss24 (nextdoorneighbor!andy)

worry - @stuckymuse (husband!andy)

training - @infernal-fire (dark!boss!andy)

*works may contain mature content- 18+ only. please be respectful to the dark content creators. read all warnings carefully. viewer discretion is advised.

#ab #smut #angst #dark

[sohoshawty]

Did You Miss Me?

roommate!pornvoiceactor!bucky barnes x reader

Part 2

Word Count: 1.6k+

Summary: You have a favorite audio porn voice actor, and he sounds an awful lot like your roommate Bucky.

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Requests are open! | My Ko-Fi

Warning: 18+ Smut! , swearing, longing, masturbation

You finally make your way to the door of your apartment, your legs barely keeping you up after another long shift. You had once again agreed to come in on your day off, covering for one of your coworkers that had to take medical leave. You knew the restaurant was incredibly busy, given it was a Saturday, yet still like a fool, you agreed to come in. You knew for how understaffed the restaurant was, one person calling out would throw the rest of the day into a tailspin. You remember the sigh of relief you heard in your managers voice when you agreed to come in that day. It definitely did not rival the sigh you let out when you unlocked the door, swung it open, and kicked off your shoes immediately. You let your feet uncurl, pressing against the cool floor of your apartment. You hear an amused chuckle, and you open your half-lidded eyes to look at your roommate, Bucky.

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#bb #smut

[sohoshawty]

Tied Up and Twisted

Pairing: soft!dark CEO!Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Words: ~2.4k

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (spanking, brief fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, non con (kinda), dub con, cheating, stuck kink, squirting, cream pie), maid AU, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: My first entry for my July @writing-in-the-dark-bingo card and I love it!!! Managed to get a bingo in my first fic and I love it! I’m definitely gonna try to get a blackout because this is crazy fun shit, be sure to check out the tag for more amazing smut!!!

I’m no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!!!

You had been so grateful when you landed this cushy maid job.

Was it a little weird that it was for your boyfriend’s boss? Sure. You’d only met the man a few times at company events, and he honestly seemed pretty unapproachable with that stern look and intense blue eyes. It had always unnerved you a bit whenever you met that icy stare, needing to excuse yourself to the bathroom to splash some cold water on your face.

So when Steve had contacted you about your little housekeeping business, it had definitely been a surprise. You hadn’t even realized he knew you existed, then he was calling and offering to pay you enough that you could stop taking all those little weekly jobs that had you barely scraping by. Of course, once you got a look at his massive penthouse apartment, you had no trouble accepting what you had originally thought was an outrageous salary. 

The uniform took some getting used to, though. You typically just threw on some old shorts and a t-shirt, but you could understand him wanting to cultivate a certain image with how incredibly upscale his home was, but the skirt on that thing felt a little shorter than a professional should be wearing.

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#sr #smut #dark

[sohoshawty]

Jealous

Boyfriend Chris Evans x Female Reader

Requested

Anon: hello, hope you had a good weekend! may I please request a fluff where the reader got jealous because of someone hitting on chris and him loving it because the reader doesn’t really show jealousy over that kind of stuff 😅 thank you and really really love all your stories 💕

WC: 1,245

Warnings: allusion to smut, jealous reader

MASTERLIST

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#ce #fluff

[sohoshawty]

for hc night!! ransom slowly realizing he and his girl are starting to adopt each other’s habits (vocabulary, interests, schedules, etc!) 🤍💐

ouu i love this!! added in a little bit of angsty spices for tonight's theme skfjs but this is so sweet! esp because it's for ransom!

warnings: minor angst, fluff, lovesick ransom

it started when ransom noticed himself waking up at six in the morning. you were the morning bird and it was usual for him to sleep until his alarm rang at eight am. but the countless mornings you'd tried to stay quiet while getting ready for work when the sun had barely risen were starting to take their toll.

now, his eyes would open the same time as yours and once you left, it was impossible for him to fall back asleep.

he then began to notice the change in your cursing behavior. before, it was completely unlike you to curse out any stranger you didn't know. now, he found that anytime an employee at the grocery store was rude or a clerk at the mall was irritating, you'd whisper just underneath your breath, "eat shit."

it was adorable but also terrifying.

ransom was his own person, that was for sure. he wasn't going to change for anyone. he saw how both of his parents molded into different versions of themselves as year passed just to salvage what was already a rocky relationship, and ransom had vowed to never allow himself to do that. for anyone.

he had kept a good streak of thirty-two years. he's been with a countless number of girls, and not one of his relationships had lasted over two months.

and then, of course, you just had to squeeze your way into the tiny space he'd opened in his heart. he didn't think anyone was willing to fit themselves inside, but you'd prodded and poked around until he was hopelessly in love with you.

"i was thinking we could take a visit to brooklyn next week," you gave mindless domestic talk while you were hunched over your desk, typing away at your computer. "we're both free and it's been a while since our last vacation."

he looked behind him to you, noticing how your eyes were completely glued to the screen. your tongue stuck out between the corner of your lips and you'd occasionally blow away any loose strands of hair that fell in your face.

"yeah," he hummed, smiling at your stature. the feeling of love really was rotten. it was a sugar rush and crash in his chest, tooth-rotting sweetness that he was addicted to.

"or maybe even the cabin upstate?" you offered without looking away from your work. you were hellbent on having it finished before the night ended.

ransom closed the fashion magazine he'd been looking over and completely turned towards you. "anything you'd like, baby."

finally, the clacking of your fingers against computer keys and you caught his lovesick glare towards you. you blushed, "what's going on, rannie?" your nickname for him ruptured butterflies in his stomach.

he chewed on his bottom lip and smiled. it was strange to do so, considering you were the only person he really ever smiled at. forming his lips into a curve was foreign, but it felt right with you. "nothing, princess," he stood and placed a kiss on your forehead, holding the back of your head with his hand. "nothing at all."

#rd #fluff

[sohoshawty]

girl yessss and when they act all shocked and their eyebrows go up like “what did you say to me?” HA! boy…you fucking heard me

Pairing: Mafia Bucky x Brat!Reader

A/N: Sinday drabble #1. Do not copy, rewrite, expand, repost or translate my drabbles. Minors DNI. 

Warnings: Smut, choking, spanking. 

*****

You repeat yourself slowly, smirking as you plant your hands on your hips. "Make. Me."

Bucky has been in meetings with sworn enemies, has sat next to men who tried to kill him, and yet no one has caused him to lose his temper.

His restraint and cold demeanor is fucking legendary. He can't believe that you, his sweet princess, is the one that's making him about to lose all control.

"And you can go fuck yourself too."

Hearing those bratty words leave such a pretty mouth ignites the darker side of him. Oh Princess he was really hoping to keep that part of him away from you.

Bucky counts to ten in his head, reminding himself that he's so much bigger, stronger than you are. He releases a slow measured breath. "I'm giving you once more chance to behave, little one. Now apologize and we can-"

"James, I said you can go fuck yourself." You preen knowing you're never allowed to call him by his first name. His brows lift in disbelief, nostrils flaring, he takes another deep breath in.

"In fact why don't you be a good boy and fetch me something to eat, I have important things...," your voice trails off into a low whimper as his slate-blue eyes flare, pupils blown wide with rage.

The sheer intensity of his piercing gaze makes your breath stall. You may have gone too far.

Fear surges through your stomach and your eyes widen as you watch his hands roll into large fists. His jaw clenches again, relaxing enough for his pink tongue to dart over his lips.

He can sense your apprehension, his cock hardening when you avert your baleful eyes, lips pressed together. No princess it's too late for you to shut that mouth. He's going to show you what its really good for.

Bucky cracks his neck, the loud crunching making you take a step back.

"Finish what you were saying, little one," he laughs, strolling towards you.

One hand in his pocket, the other gesturing for you to come here. "I wanna hear what you were going to do."

You glance around the empty office, the door is right behind him. If you can make it around him, you might be able to get away long enough for him to calm down.

Maybe.

"Try it little girl." He says, mocking your earlier tone.

Your eyes swing back to him and fuck. Fuck. You definitely went too far. His black shirt is crumpled by his feet, the matching suspenders pulled taut over his broad tattooed chest. He rolls his larger shoulders, veins running along his biceps as his muscles flex.

You take a wobbly step to the side. "Bucky," you start, holding your hands up. "You know I was-wait" you squeal.

Bucky rushes to you with a low growl. The world spinning as he grabs you. For a second you don't even know what's happening until you blink. Your legs swinging helplessly in the air as he hoists you over his shoulder.

"Now tell me what important things you have to do princess. I'm all ears."

He draws his arm back and slams his hand down on your ass, a sharp stinging pain ripples up your back.

"Bucky," you cry out, trying to wiggle in his hold. 

He leaves the office, strolling through the hallway until he reaches the living room.  Your desperate attempts to get down don't phase him, he continues to rain down slaps on your tender ass. "Bucky please."

"C'mon I want to hear every detail." He asserts, throwing you on the sofa.

You bounce once before sinking into the plush cushions. He's on you before you can stammer out another plea. Bucky's large yet nimble hands rip your clothes off with eases. Its disorienting, the way he can manhandle you without breaking a sweat, the show of strength has you aching. 

Pushing your knees into your chest, the soft linen of his black trousers smooth over your bare skin. Bucky gazes down at you, drinking in your gasp when you feel his hot swollen cock slide through your folds. “Go on princess,” he taunts slowly drawing out each word as he pushes into your tight sopping cunt. “Every. Last. Detail.” 

 You bite back a gasp, a familiar burning coursing through you as your stretched wide around his thick veiny cock. His hips snap forward, the sudden sensation of being so fucking full makes your mouth go slack, for a second all you can do is breathe as he goes deeper until you swear he’s in your belly. 

“That’s better,” he smirks, “guess all you needed to shut your fucking mouth was some cock huh?” 

He’s right. And now you want to be fucked until you can’t even speak. You know exactly how to get what you want too. Innocently gazing up at him, your hand twists around his suspender and you tug him down. “I’m sorry,” you say, brushing your lips over his. “I guess I wasn’t clear when I said to go fuck yourself. “ 

You pull back, chuckling at his sharp inhale. “Now be a good boy James and-” 

Bucky pushes your knees apart, his hips pound into yours, his cock splitting you open so good, your back arches off the couch, sensations surging through your cunt as you wail his name. 

Bucky grins, his hand wrapping around your throat as he buries himself in your body. “Oh I’m going to fuck myself alright. Tonight you’re going to be my own personal fucktoy.” 

He pulls your head up by your throat, squeezing harder as he stares into your eyes. “Let’s see how long it takes to fuck the brat of you, princess.” 

And I-  

#bb #smut #mafia