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More Than This 3

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x f!reader, Steve Rogers & f!reader

Word Count: ~5.8k

Summary: Arranged marriages have always been used to solidify business deals among the ultra-wealthy. Your stepfather wants to be in business with Harlan Thrombey, so now it's your turn.

Warnings: Heavy angst, age difference, adult themes, institutional sexism, multiple references to vomit (but nothing graphic, I don't think), attempted sex that makes everyone sad - dubcon on both sides, explicit language, the slooowest burn - Warnings will be added as needed for subsequent parts. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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A/N: Alright friends, here we go! Now we're really in it.

A gigantic thank you, as always, to @paperweight91 for reading so much of this and talking it all through with me, especially the last section, which I've been anxious about since I originally conceived of it ages ago. You're the best, Chelsea!

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. And if you need to come scream at me, that's ok too!

As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

You heard Ransom get up in the early hours of the morning and stumble into the bathroom to retch. You were glad he didn’t choke on his vomit, you guessed. You were still on the couch with the TV turned down low. You wondered if he’d come out and see what you were doing, but he just stumbled back to the bed when he was done.

You didn’t hear him again for several more hours. In that time, you mostly watched TV, dozed a little, fucked around on your phone. Time passed slowly, but it still passed. Soon, the sun was coming up. You were moving across the country today. Your new life was starting whether you wanted it or not.

A few hours later you heard the beginnings of movement in the bedroom. You called down to room service and ordered two carafes of coffee, along with a few different breakfast options, ranging from light to extremely greasy. You didn’t know what his hangovers were like, what they required. But you knew that an especially moody Ransom wouldn’t do you any good. So, a peace offering of a sort.

The food arrived before he’d shown his face. As you looked at the cart, you thought that while you were trying to start things as well as you could for your own good, it didn’t erase everything he’d done the day before, how he’d treated you. So you made no effort to be quiet as you laid out the food and got the coffee ready. You may have banged the metal covers together as noisily as you could.

“What the fuck?” Ransom grumbled as he came stumbling out of the bedroom in just his boxer briefs. “Why is there noise?”

“Coffee,” you said, handing him the mug you’d filled. “I didn’t know how you take it.”

He took a sip and just grunted at you and then turned around and went back into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

You busied yourself by getting your own coffee and munching on some toast. You still had no appetite but figured you should probably eat something.

A few minutes later, he came back out with a now empty mug. He stopped and stared at you. “Am I still drunk or are you still wearing your wedding dress?”

You tried not to let your embarrassment show. “I couldn’t get it off by myself, so…” you trailed off and shrugged.

He looked at you for another moment then nodded once. “Give me a minute,” he said, as he poured himself another cup. He drank it quickly, then briefly held his head in his hands. When he looked back up, he took a deep breath, then mumbled “OK.” He came up behind you and lightly touched your dress. “Is there a trick to it?” he asked as he ran a finger down the seam.

“It’s a long line of hook-and-eyes, you know?”

He hummed and then started at the top. As he worked, he grumbled to himself, which made you feel a little better about not being able to get it off. You’d never stop being surprised by how gentle his hands were. It seemed to be in complete opposition to every other part of him. When he was about halfway down, his knuckles lightly grazed the bare skin of your back and a shudder ran through your whole body. “Sorry,” he said, softly. You just shook your head and didn’t say anything.

When he was done, he quickly took a step back. You held your dress to you, trying to preserve your modesty, even though you knew how silly that was. You just weren’t ready for him to see you, although you doubted that that mattered. “Thank you,” you whispered.

He nodded again, then “You mind if I take the first shower?”

You shook your head and he disappeared into the ensuite.

About an hour and a half later, you sat with him in the back of a town car, on your way to the private airfield where one of his family’s planes awaited you. Neither of you said anything. Ransom was staring at something on his phone, while you put all your energy into trying not to have a panic attack. You had no idea what was waiting for you in Boston. You weren’t ready for this. You couldn’t do it.

As the car pulled up to the hangar, you were beyond relieved to see Steve already waiting there, Lola’s travel crate at his feet. The moment the car was parked and turned off, you lept out, not waiting for anyone to open the door for you. You bent down in front of Lola’s crate first and carefully stuck your fingers through the door. “Hi, baby, I missed you.” She kissed your fingers and then whined to be let out. “Not yet, honey,” you said softly. “You have to wait til we’re on the plane.”

You stood up and faced Steve, who was looking you over carefully. “How are you doing?” he asked seriously.

You shrugged and sighed. “Freaking out a little, I guess, but it’ll be fine.”

“And if it isn’t, you’ll call me,” he said, voice firm. “I don’t care where you are or what time it is, you call me. Ok?” You nodded. He opened his mouth to say more, but then the call of your name came from over your shoulder.

You turned to see Ransom standing between you and the jet. Your heart dropped. No, not yet. You needed more time. You needed to be able to actually say goodbye. You couldn’t– “I’ll be on the plane,” he said, voice still scratchy and tired, sunglasses firmly on, despite the overcast day. “Take your time.” He turned around and began walking up the stairs.

You just stared after him for a moment, surprised. When you turned back to Steve, his lips were curled in disgust. But then the expression quickly changed to something much sadder. “I should have done more,” he said, “gotten you out of here, sent you away or something. I can’t–”

“Steve.” you interrupted. “Please stop. It’s no use now.” You couldn’t listen to any more of this. It had always been inevitable; it’d always been what you were for. Imagining anything else was useless.

Neither of you said anything for a moment, then he looked around and asked, “Are Dad and Lydia on their way?”

You tried to keep any hurt out of your expression when you said, “No, something important came up for Joseph and you know Mom has a hard time going anywhere by herself.” You ignored the cracks you heard in your own voice.

Steve’s brow furrowed in confusion and upset. “I would have picked her up,” he said. “Hell, I’ll go get her right now.”

“I know,” you said sadly. “I told her that, but you know how she is.” You dropped your eyes, not able to look at the anger you knew you’d see on Steve’s face. You were angry too, you were, but mostly now you were just sad. And after thinking about it all night, you honestly weren’t sure how much anger she deserved. She’d been broken for a long time. It’d happened before you’d even known her, probably. It’d been unfair, maybe, to expect her to be strong for you now when she’d never been able to be that before.

Steve said your name and you looked up at him. “You don’t deserve this,” he said firmly. “I know I’ve said it before, but I really need you to understand it. None of this is what you deserve.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, so you just nodded and muttered, “OK.”

He sighed and shook his head, then pulled you into his arms. “I’m going to miss you so fucking much,” he said into your hair. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without having you just a few minutes away to annoy whenever I want.”

You huffed a laugh into his shoulder. “I’m going to miss you too,” you said. “So much. Even when you’re being so annoying.” The tears were starting now, you weren’t able to hold them back. You pulled back and briefly got a good enough look at Steve’s face to see that his eyes were wet, too, before he knelt in front of Lola’s crate.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said quietly. “I’m going to miss you too. You take good care of your mom for me.”

You couldn’t help the little sob that came out of you at that. Fuck. Steve had been stuck to your side since you were six years old. Through absolutely everything. He’d been the one person you could count on for as long as you could remember. And now you were being dragged away from him.

He stood up and pulled you into another hug. “You’re so strong,” he whispered right in your ear. “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

When he pulled back, you knew it was time to go, but you didn’t know how to pull yourself away. This all felt so final.

“Let me know when you land,” he said. “And when you get to the house. And just–” he sighed. “Everything. I want to know everything, ok?”

You nodded and tried to brush the tears from your eyes. “Yeah, ok,” you said, knowing you’d send him the exact amount of information that would keep him from worrying too much. You picked up the dog crate. You locked eyes with him one last time. “I love you.”

His voice was thick when he responded, “I love you too. I’m going to sit right here until you’ve taken off, ok? I’ll be right here.”

“You’re a good brother,” you said, as you slowly took your first step backward, toward the jet.

“Yes. I am,” he said with a smile that was half cocky and half absolutely heartbreaking.

With one last deep breath and an “OK,” that was mostly to yourself, you forced yourself to turn around and make your way to the stairs up to the jet. Once you were halfway up, you looked over your shoulder. Steve was leaning against his car. He gave you an encouraging smile and a small wave. You nodded and took the last few steps to board the plane.

A flight attendant was standing right there to greet you. “Welcome aboard, Mrs. Drysdale,” she said and you couldn’t help the way your mouth dropped open in shock. Mrs. Drysdale. That’s who you were now. You tried to pull yourself together and let her show you into the main cabin. It was mostly open, with a few plush seats and tables scattered around. Ransom was already in one, fully reclined with a sleep mask pulled over his eyes. He made no indication that he was awake, so you asked the attendant for a mask for yourself and a glass of water. As she went to fulfill your request, you opened Lola’s little cage and picked her up when she came out. She was nervous, shaking with her little tail tucked between her legs. “It’ll be ok,” you said softly, the tears threatening to stream down again. You took a deep breath and settled the both of you into a seat as far from Ransom as you could get in the small private jet. You gave Lola gentle pets until she sat down on your lap. “We’ll just take a nap,” you said, “and it’ll be over before we know it.”

“What the fuck is that?”

You woke with a start and pulled off your sleep mask. “Huh?” You sat up to see Ransom and Lola locked in a staredown.

“What is that?”

“I told you that I had a dog,” you said, confused.

“That!” Ransom yelled, pointing at Lola, “is not a dog. That’s a long-haired rat!”

“Hey!” you yelled back, just as Lola started retching. “Oh, baby, no!” You knelt down next to her just as she puked right at Ransom’s feet.

“What the shit?!” he cried out, jumping back.

“She’s stressed, ok? It’s not like I can explain to her what a plane is or where we’re going!” You grabbed what was left of your water and the napkin the flight attendant had brought with the glass and tried to clean it up. “Shit,” you mumbled to yourself.

“What are you doing?” He stood over you with his hands on his hips.

“I’m cleaning it up so you don’t freak out, ok? It’ll be fine, just give me a minute.”

“Get up.”

“What?”

“You don’t need to do that. The crew probably has a steam cleaner or something. My dad uses this plane. I’m sure they’ve seen worse.” He walked to the front of the cabin and knocked on the divider. When the attendant came, Ransom quietly told her, “The dog got sick. I assume you have something to clean it up.”

She nodded and quickly came out with a portable steam cleaner and made quick work of Lola’s mess.

“Thank you,” you told her.

“No problem at all, Mrs. Drysdale,” she smiled and went back to the galley.

“Well, that’s a real mindfuck,” Ransom said as he flopped back into his seat. He glared down at Lola, “She gonna do that again?”

“I don’t know,” you said, gently picking her up and holding her close to try to comfort her.

He pulled his sleep mask down over his eyes. “Great, love being a rat-dog owner.”

“She isn’t your dog,” you said curtly.

“Whatever. This hangover is still pounding against my skull. Wake me when we land.”

When you landed in Boston, Ransom led you to where his vintage beamer was parked and you both squeezed into it. The slightly hysterical thought struck you that it wouldn’t be suitable at all once there was a baby to cart around. You pushed that thought away. No use getting ahead of yourself.

Ransom’s house was on the edge of the city, surrounded by more trees than you expected. From the outside, it was mostly glass. Very modern. It felt cold.

He parked the car and grabbed the few bags you both had with you. The rest of your things would be delivered the next day. He showed you inside without much pomp or circumstance, just walked in ahead of you, and left the door open.

The majority of the first floor seemed to be one large, open-plan room. It was sparsely decorated and the pieces that were there seemed to be lifted wholesale from the pages of an upscale furniture catalog. There was nothing of Ransom in this house. Not that you really knew him well enough to say, but you didn’t think there was any information to be gleaned from his living space either. It all felt very empty. It was not what you had expected.

You set Lola down on the hardwood floor and she immediately ran off to explore. You crossed your fingers that she wouldn’t get into anything, not able to forget Ransom’s threat that he’d make you get rid of her if she messed anything up. You glanced over at Ransom to gauge if he was upset that you’d let her roam on her own, but he wasn’t paying any attention, leafing through a pile of mail left on the kitchen island.

He must have felt you watching him, because without looking up he said, “Bedroom’s upstairs. I’ll bring our things up later.”

You nodded even though he wasn’t looking at you. You grabbed your bag, not wanting to wait for him, and made your way up the staircase in the middle of the living room. Judging by how he’d treated you so far, you figured he planned to tuck you away in some guest room, out of his way except for when he needed you. It wasn’t unheard of in marriages like this, and you would honestly be grateful to have your own space. But as you looked through the rooms upstairs, you found a home gym, a study, and 2 storage rooms. There’d also been a bathroom and a few closets. The only room left had to be his, but you couldn’t imagine he’d want to share that with you. You very gingerly walked in and set your bag at the foot of the bed. You didn’t spend any more time there, afraid that you might be wrong.

When you went back downstairs, he was now rummaging through his fridge. “I put my bag in the bedroom upstairs,” you said to his back.

He just grunted his assent, then came out with two glass containers in his hands. He plated them both and put one in the microwave. “I have a housekeeper that comes three times a week and usually prepares meals for the whole week. You can give her any food preferences you have.”

You nodded. “I enjoy cooking,” you said, your mother's advice to ‘keep him happy’ floating in your mind. “I can make dinner too, sometimes.”

He nodded and shrugged as he took the plate out of the microwave and placed it in front of you on the island. You took a seat on one of the stools. “If you want,” he said, “but I don’t expect it.” He put his own plate in the microwave.

“Do you have any other staff?” you asked.

He shook his head. “Not for the house, not right now.”

You understood the implication that the staff would grow as your family did. A nanny, a driver, a gardener maybe, if you moved to a house that required one.

It was the lack of a driver that made you nervous. You’d never gone without one at home. You also hadn’t seen a large garage on the property, so you guessed there weren’t any extra cars around. You felt stuck in this house already, shut in like he didn’t want you to leave.

When his food was heated, he sat beside you and you ate together in silence. The food was fine, you were sure, but you couldn’t taste it. Your mind was ahead of you, wondering what the rest of the night held.

When you were done, Ransom loaded your dishes into the dishwasher and then said, “I don’t know about you, but I’m beat, so I’m just going straight to bed. Feel free to stay up if you want. I’m a heavy sleeper so you won’t wake me when you come in.”

“Oh,” you said, trying to hide your surprise. So he did intend for you to share his room. But apparently, just for sleeping. You were relieved. You were. The little voice in your head that wouldn’t stop whispering that he didn’t want you didn’t count. “I’m still three hours behind, so I might stay up a little longer.” Doing what, you had no idea. You didn’t have any of your things and you weren’t sure what was off-limits here yet. And you were exhausted, still hadn’t recovered from not sleeping the night before. But you just couldn’t deal with the awkwardness of going to bed at the same time as him.

“OK,” he said and then just stood there, looking surprisingly lost. After a couple of endless minutes, he just said, “Goodnight,” and finally went upstairs.

You grabbed your phone out of your handbag, unsurprised to see multiple messages from Steve, checking in on you. You sent him one back, assuring him that the flight had been fine, the drive to the house was fine, you were fine. You collected Lola from where she was curled up on a rug, quickly fed her and let her out, and then brought her and her crate upstairs. After a few minutes of internal debate, you decided to set her up in the gym, fairly certain that even in her crate, Ransom wouldn’t want her in his bedroom. It took a lot of coaxing to get her in. She was so used to sharing your bed. She whined when you closed the little grate and your heart broke. “I’m so sorry,” you whispered. “You’ll get used to it. It’ll be ok.”

You quietly went into the bedroom and Ransom was, indeed, already asleep, spread out on his stomach again, but luckily this time only taking up one side of the bed. He’d left the lamp on the opposite side on for you. You took your sleep clothes out of your bag and brought your toiletries into the ensuite, unpacking only what you’d need for the night. His things were all piled around one of the side-by-side sinks, but the other was clear for you. You went through your nightly routine quickly and then went back into the bedroom and very carefully climbed into bed. He didn’t stir. You turned off the lamp and settled at the edge of the bed. Your exhaustion took you quickly.

When you woke in the morning, Ransom was gone.

Your things were delivered a few hours after you woke. You started by trying to organize the boxes into the least obtrusive pile possible. You hoped that if they were tucked into a corner, he wouldn’t be too annoyed while you took your time going through them. You started with a few of the smaller boxes, unpacking the items into places you hoped they could go.

You took Lola for a walk around the neighborhood. It was sparsely populated, the houses spaced far apart. You didn’t run into any neighbors.

One of the walk-in closets in the bedroom had been cleared out for you, so you spent the afternoon unpacking all your clothes. By the time you were done, it was time for dinner. There was still no sign of Ransom.

You fed Lola and helped yourself to one of the meals in the fridge. You ate alone and after you cleaned up, you dug a book out of one of your boxes and settled on one of the not-very-comfortable couches with Lola to read. You didn’t know if she was allowed on the furniture – you were sure she wasn’t, actually – but Ransom wasn’t here to see it, so you couldn’t find it within yourself to care.

As you were finishing the second chapter in your book, he walked through the front door. With how the house was set up, he had a clear view of you and Lola from the door. “Hi,” was all he said.

“Hi,” was all you could say back.

He just stood there for a moment and then took off his coat and shoes. “How was your day?” he asked, stiffly, as he came into the living room.

“Fine,” you said. Then you realized he was actually attempting conversation and added, “My things came, so I got started unpacking.”

He nodded, “That’s good. Did you eat?”

“I did,” you said, hoping that was the right answer. “Can I get you some food?”

“No, I’m fine. I ate at the office.” Well, that answered where he’d been all day – his family’s publishing house.

He cleared his throat. “I’m going to go upstairs to unwind. Will you be heading up soon?”

Oh. Right. It’d finally come. “Yeah,” you said, your mouth suddenly dry. “I’ll just get Lola settled and then join you.”

He looked down at your dog in your lap like he was noticing her for the first time. But he didn’t say anything, just nodded and walked upstairs.

You let Lola out the back door for just a couple minutes, then took her upstairs. It was even harder to get her into her crate this time, even after you buried treats in her blankets. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you cooed, once you finally had her locked in. “I promise it won’t always be this hard and scary. It’ll be ok.”

Ransom was waiting for you in his room, sitting in an armchair by the window. “We should talk,” he said quietly.

“Ok.” You perched on the edge of the bed and did your best to look him in the eye, even as your heart was racing.

He took a deep breath and leaned forward. “We don’t–” he started, then another breath. “There’s nothing that we have to do tonight. I mean, we can certainly get the first time out of the way, if that’s what you want to do. But it doesn’t have to be now. We have time.”

You wanted to be relieved, but it just felt like delaying the inevitable. “We don’t, actually,” you said shaking your head. “We don’t have that much time. Especially if it takes a while. If there’s going to be an issue getting pregnant, on either side, I think the sooner we know the better. I don’t want to be blindsided by it when we only have a month left.”

“Ok,” he nodded. “That makes sense. Yeah, we can get it over with.”

You were proud of yourself for the way you didn’t wince at his phrasing, but it was a near thing. But was it really fair to be upset or hurt by that when it was how you were feeling too? You wanted to stop delaying it. You were ready to just know how it was going to be, what he would want. So yeah, maybe ‘get it over with’ wasn’t such a bad way to put it.

He stood up and sighed, looking like he was bracing himself. “I do need to know, have you done this before?”

You swallowed. The question wasn’t unexpected but you weren’t sure how to answer it and didn’t know which answer he was looking for. You decided to be honest and hoped it would be ok. “Yes, I’ve had sex,” you said, quietly.

He let out a long exhale in relief. “Ok,” he said, “ok, that’s good.”

You stood up, unsure of what to do. You just wanted to be on the other side of it. You suddenly thought of what you’d just told Lola. It wouldn’t always be this hard and scary. You would get used to it. You just had to get through this first time. And then you’d know how he was. Resolved now, you started taking off your shirt.

“Wait,” he said, breathed really. “Just wait.”

Your shirt was already halfway off, stuck on your arms above your head, so you shucked it the rest of the way and threw it on the floor, but didn’t do anything else.

He came over and stood so he was in your space. He brought his hand up to cup your face, his thumb on your cheekbone. And very slowly, he ducked his head to bring his lips to yours. There was something about it. The intimacy. Even with what you knew you were about to do with him. You just– A kiss was too much. You turned away. You couldn’t do it.

Instead, your hands went to unbutton your pants. You undid it slowly then bent over with your back to him to push them down your legs, sticking your ass out as much as you could. That was better than a kiss, right? You could make him want you.

You kicked your pants off and stood back up, looking over your shoulder to see him watching you. But his face was unreadable. You weren’t ready for him to touch you, so you said, “I can get myself ready for you,” hoping it came off coy, but you were afraid he’d be able to hear how your voice shook. For the briefest moment, you almost thought you saw something travel across his face. Disappointment, maybe. But it was gone too fast for you to be able to tell, and you were trying so hard to look away, anyway.

You got on the bed, lying on your back, sliding your panties off as seductively as you could. You closed your eyes tight and slowly moved one hand down your abdomen while the other started to play with your breast, cupping it, tweaking your nipple. As your other hand slipped between your thighs, you brought up your go-to fantasy. Nothing fancy or outlandish. Just a man standing over you, touching you, telling you how much he loved you, how much he loved your body. How he was going to ruin you, completely take you apart. You tried to focus on that as your fingers slowly made their way between your folds, as they made their way to your clit. But this room kept pulling you back to reality. You could hear Ransom taking his clothes off. You tried to ignore it. You were starting to get wet, slowly but surely, so you carefully pushed one finger inside yourself, trying so hard to focus on the man, his voice. You heard a bottle of lube flick open. No, no, you weren’t here, as you added another finger. You could hear Ransom’s hand on his cock now as your thumb continued to rub your clit. You opened your eyes despite yourself. Ransom was kneeling on the edge of the bed, stroking himself to hardness. It was the first time you’d seen him fully naked. He really was so beautiful. You sort of hated him for it.

You closed your eyes again. You could do this. You scissored your fingers slowly, opening yourself up, a little whine escaping your lips, when suddenly, you felt a hand wrap around your ankle. You wanted to scream in frustration. It was no use. Your hands dropped down to your sides. You were ready enough. It wouldn’t hurt, it was fine. You blinked your eyes open again to find Ransom staring at your face, searching for something. You couldn’t begin to guess what. “I’m ready,” you said.

“Are you sure?” he asked, voice soft, but gritty.

“Yeah, I’m good. How do you want me?”

He seemed almost startled by your question. “Uh, however you’re most comfortable.”

You nodded and flipped over onto your stomach, pulling your knees up toward your elbows and putting your ass in the air. This would be easiest if you didn’t have to look at him. If you could imagine someone else. Someone who loved you. Someone who wanted to be here.

You heard the bottle of lube again and then felt him settle between your legs. One hand was on your ass and you presumed he was using the other to line himself up. You pushed your face into the pillow underneath you. You tried to bring the fantasy back as he slowly eased inside of you. He was big, but not so big it hurt. You breathed through it as he worked his way in with short, slow thrusts. He was being so gentle with you. You weren’t sure if you liked it. The hand on your ass moved to your hip, while the other snaked around to your stomach, softly stroking you there, then moved down over your pelvis, and then finally between your thighs to search for your clit. He found it quickly. But no matter how hard you closed your eyes, his fingers made it impossible for you to pretend that it was anyone else with you, anyone else touching you. Without thinking, you pushed his hand away and replaced it with your own.

He was making little grunts and gasps behind you that you tried to ignore. You rubbed furious circles over your clit and tried to focus only on the fullness you felt. But then, that fullness started to lessen. The grunts behind you turned into a “Shit.” and then a “Fuck!” and suddenly, that fullness completely disappeared. You let out a little cry as he quickly pulled out of you. You turned around to catch a glimpse of his softening cock before he disappeared into the bathroom, the door slamming behind him.

You lay on your back for just a moment, your mind trying to catch up, figure out what on earth had just happened. That voice that had been there this whole time, since that first meeting a month ago, came back with smug satisfaction. He doesn’t want you, it said, over and over. Your thighs were sticky, probably mostly from the lube. You didn’t think your wetness or his precome had been enough to make a mess out of you. You got up, desperate to not be naked anymore. You grabbed a sleep shirt out of the closet you were using and slipped it on. You hugged yourself, standing in the middle of the room with no idea what to do.

In the silence, with nothing else to focus on, you were suddenly aware of Lola crying across the hall. Fuck. Everything just kept getting worse.

Ransom came out of the bathroom and went straight to the bed. He stopped at the foot, seemingly surprised that you weren’t still in it. He looked up and found you on the other side of the room.

“Is everything ok?” you asked quietly.

“It’s fine,” he said, voice sharp. You flinched and he sighed, then visibly tried to calm himself down. “It’s fine,” he said again, much softer this time. He held out a washcloth to you. “In case you need to clean yourself up.”

You took a few steps toward him so that you could grab it. “Thank you,” you said, as you quickly wiped between your legs, then went to finish cleaning up in the bathroom.

When you came back out, he was back in bed, on his back, just staring at the ceiling. “What’s that noise?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s fine,” you hurried to answer. “It’s Lola, but she’s ok. She just isn’t used to sleeping alone. She’ll get used to it, eventually.” Your heart broke as you spoke, but you knew it couldn’t be avoided.

“Where does she usually sleep?” he asked.

It took you a minute to answer, you were so surprised by the question. “Uh, with me,” you said.

“Then go get her,” he said, without looking at you. He hadn’t looked at you since you’d come out of the bathroom.

“Really?” you whispered.

“Yeah, if it stops her crying.”

You didn’t wait to be told again. You hurried across the hall and opened her crate, scooping her up into your arms. “I’m so sorry,” you cooed. “I’m so, so sorry. It’s going to be ok now.”

When you got back to the room, Ransom had turned off his light and turned over onto his side, facing the wall. You placed Lola on the bed and crawled in after her. As you turned off your own lamp, you whispered, “Thank you,” not sure if he was awake to hear it.

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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 1 year

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ALPHABET BOY- S.G ROGERS

Pairing: Brothers Best Friend! Steve x Innocent! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: you despise steve and his constant teasing with you- the younger sister of his best friend bucky barnes. little do you know that teasing is flirting, and it comes in handy when you’re trapped at a costume party with no way home.

Warnings: SMUT, fingering, daddy kink, petnames, slight breeding kink, praise kink, swearing, size kink (steve is like 6′5), dry humping, slight degradation kink, lots of teasing, alcohol and drugs mentioned

“i'm not a little kid now, watch me get big now- spell my name on the fridge now with all your alphabet toys.... you won the spelling bee now, but are you smarter than me now? you're the prince of the playground little alphabet boy” - alphabet boy, melanie martinez

You were sick of him.

Sick, sick, sick.

He plagued your brain, consuming you whole like some flesh-eating maggot. The thought of him was enough to send shivers down your back, make your stomach curl in on itself like rotten milk.

Steve scared you.

He scared you in a way you didn’t even know was possible, in a way that was rooted deep in your core. The embarrassment you got whenever he was around sent you spiraling.

You were the shy, timid and innocent little sister to Bucky, though you weren't so little, he and his friends always thought of you that way.

I’m not a little kid! You’d often whine to him as he teased you, times never changing. Steve was Bucky's best friend, a brother to him if you will. Always lurking around, always popping up in places you'd least expect him.

He was the character that was always slouched on the couch when you got home, acting as if it were his house, and you were the guest. You might as well be, with the way he teased you.

Always making your cheeks heat whenever he mocked you, called you names, picked on you for your cutesy, little pink outfits. It made your toes curl in their socks, your hands balling into little fists as if you were fighting the urge to swing at him.

He’s being mean to me again Bucky! You’d often call from your bedroom as Steve towered over you, leaning against your bedroom door frame- eyeing you up like you were the star dish on the menu.

Let him! He’d call back, making Steve’s smirk grow even wider.

It was torture, being around him. Any comments you shot back to him ended up backfiring almost immediately.

You were smaller, dumber, younger- didn’t you know better?

No, you wanted to snap back. No, I don’t know any better. Because I’m stubborn and he’s being a tease.

Steve would build you up like building blocks, just to bring you back down again. Yet you refused to be away from him for too long. Yes the thoughts made you feel sick, tummy starting to ache as you thought of his cool, stern gaze, that cocky smile and biceps as large as your head.

It made your thighs clamp, palms turn clammy when you thought of the happy trail that lingered down his abs whenever he’d stretch and yawn while him and Bucky were watching the game, knowing you were watching from behind your little hiding spot.

Damn him. Damn him and his mocking, pretentious ways. Damn him for always winning you back over, with little sweets and treats and the odd compliment, or attention he knew you so desperately craved.

It was obvious, how drawn to him you were, like a lost puppy. Though you tried to fight it, you were always rewarded with a snarky comment.

You’re so dumb. So dumb, such a baby.

You could never win, when it came to Steve. He was the golden child in everyone’s eyes, always doing the right thing, always working so hard and succeeding! You were just trying your best, getting the soft, sad smile along with it.

They didn’t see how Steve treated you. They didn’t notice the sly looks he gave you, knowing he had beat you at every hand he dealt.

He was the prince of the playground. You were just a pawn for him, something to direct his mocking, sarcastic ways towards. Though you refused to cry in front of him, knowing that would irk his comments even more.

I’m just teasing you rabbit. Don’t be so sensitive. Was his form of an apology. And you ate it up every single time, licking the plate and utensils before seconds.

It was cat and mouse between the two of you, always pulling each other's leg. Or hair, in his case. The sexual attraction you felt towards him was undeniable, nonetheless. You were drawn to him and his charming ways, the facade he put on for others.

How could no one see him? The real him?

The Steve who always trailed his hand up your leg to pinch your thigh tightly when you were forced to sit next to him, the Steve who always looked at you as if you were his next meal.

He was an angel to the world, but his halo was anything but bright. You thought of him now, in your own set of angel wings- costume party in full swing. It was late, the hour growing long and you wanted nothing more than to stumble home.

Even if that meant taking yourself.

The alcohol was buzzing in your system, the bottle drowning you way past your limit. You were such a sucker for peer pressure, wanting nothing more than to please others.

So you drank, and drank, and drank until you were a babbling mess, the world seeming to bend over backwards, flipping each and every way as you adjusted your little wings and took another sip of some fruity cooler.

It was so saccharine you swore your teeth started to tingle as it swished around your mouth.

You needed to leave.

It was too stuffy and hot, bodies all packed together as the wallpaper glistened from the low lights, and the smoke started to cover everything like a shield. Nobody listened to you, your friends long gone as you attempted to beg for an exit, an escape route for you to stumble down.

Everyone had morphed into another being- you weren't sure who was who anymore, with all the masks and makeup. It was not your scene. Not at all.

Somehow, after a few loud, floor-shaking songs later you had managed to stumble over to a hallway, slowly guiding yourself past the couples who were dry-humping eachother against the picture frames, kissing with so much teeth and tongues it was like they were having a battle on who would gasp for air first.

The red solo cup had slipped from your nibble fingers, clattering against the hardwood and splashing red up against the walls.

It looked like blood.

The cool air hit you like a train on a track as you stepped out into the dark abyss, large forest looming in front of you as the porch light flickered. The shadows of the trees looked like clawed fingers against the grass, the gust of wind causing goosebumps to spread up your arms.

You needed to get home.

There was a trail that connected this property to yours, though it was long and windy. The smart thing to do was to call Bucky, explain to him the situation.

I’m drunk. Like really drunk. And I’m scared and I need someone to hold just for a few minutes while they take me home. It was a mistake and I’m so sorry, I really am.

But he wouldn't hold you. He probably wouldn’t even pick you up, saying it was your fault for getting in this situation, so you should find a way out of it.

No, no that was intrusive thoughts talking. You couldn't tell the difference anymore. Everything in your brain was swimming, the world stretching and warping like a fushigi ball.

Bucky would pick you up. Of course he would. But you knew the consequences that would come with it. Which is exactly why you put another foot forward, pushing yourself off of the old, weathered siding.

You would be treated like a child, mocked at for being so careless. Well, he could shove that mocking up his ass. You were tired of him and his friends always being so mean, always bullying you because you were seen as careless.

You didn’t need any company, but it didn’t mean you were opposed to it. A shadow, one even more intimidating than the towering trees appeared, lingering behind you. It was stretched, shoulders wide as you peered down at it.

“You shouldn't be out here all alone.” the voice murmured, low and deep as you turned. Your eyes met with a strangers, mask covering his face- deep looming pulled eyes staring at you.

Ghostface.

You had seen that movie with Steve and Bucky, though you had never been a fan of scary movies. “It’s not safe for little girls like you, you know.” he drawled on.

It should've scared you, his sudden interest in you. He had appeared out of nowhere, quite literally from nowhere, keening to the likes of you. But it made you feel special, knowing this mystery man was talking to you.

“I’m not alone, you’re out here.” you giggled, stumbling forward towards his 6’5 frame. You felt a weird desire to be in this mans arms- though there was no doubt about it that it was the booze that rushed to your head.

“You should be scared angel. Not stumbling towards a stranger, all doe eyed like that.”

“But you seem nice!” you chirped out, forgetting your original mission to make way back to your home. You liked this man. You liked Ghostface.

“ Mhm you’re lucky I am. I take pity on little girls like you.” His arm extended, tight black henley sleeves rolled up to his bulging biceps. Mystery mans hand was warm to the touch, the brush of skin against your own sent heat licking down your spine. It was then you noted the tattoo that was all too familiar, the twist and curves of black ink that bent around his wrist like a snake.

Steve.

“Steve?” The hand that shrugged off the mask confirmed your suspicions, long blonde hair curling at the nape of his neck, blue eyes sparked with mischief.

“You really shouldn't be so vulnerable, ya know. What if I actually was a stranger? It’s dangerous.”

The scolding began. You were too dazed out to fight back, tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth.

“I’m sorry, I really am. Just- just don’t tell B-bucky!” you hiccupped, praying he would help you. This was the first time you had needed Steve. Had wanted him to stay, and actually care.

He clucked his tongue. “I won’t. But we need to get you home, yea? Silly girl. Silly, silly girl.”

“I’m sorry.” was all you could mutter, stumbling as he squeezed your hand as a sign of reassurance, fighting off the chill of the night air.

“Don’t be stupid. You weren't thinking of going in the woods alone, were you? There really must not be a brain in there after all.” he mocked, taunting you as he guided you onwards, towards the creaking trees, their limbs dangling down like claws that would scratch your skin lean off, leave you bare and vulnerable.

You took a deep breath, the fresh air heightening your senses as a twig snapped from under his weight, a soft tune leaving his lips as he whistled. You shuddered, leaning into him more, his larger hand in yours squeezing your digits a little tighter.

“You scared angel?”

“N-no. Never scared.” you lied, staring straight ahead, though you couldn't see much besides his flashlight beam aimed at the little path in front of you.

“Not even when I spooked you that one time when you were with that pink bunny stuffie in your bedroom? What were you doing with it anyways?”

Humping it to the thought of you, you wanted to confess but kept your lips shut.

“Having a tea party.” you grumbled, to which he laughed. It brought you a sense of comfort in the moment- that laugh. It wasn't mean, or directed. It was just easy, carefree, and light as it bounced off an invisible sound barrier.

He wasn't laughing at you. He was laughing with you.

“Cute. You’re so cute bunny. You know that?”

“No.” you giggled, cheeks heating as hot as the sun, whether it was from the booze or his affections, you didn’t know. It seemed like time was stretched and warped, the path ending as soon as it started when you were with Steve.

You felt weirdly protected with him near, the warmth of his body drawing you closer, the scent of his cologne making your head spin as he murmured to you. It was hard to comprehend what he was saying, your mind in a different place as you stumbled into your backyard.

The lights were off, the structure appearing empty and hollow as you stared up at it. “Looks like Bucko wouldn't of came anyways sweetheart.” he sighed, noting his car wasn't in the driveway, the doors appearing locked.

“Does that mean I’m alone?” you asked, anxiety creeping into your voice. You didn’t think you could be alone tonight. You were too anxious and on edge to deal with the warped shadows, bending and following you like a contortionist.

And if you puked, who said you’d be able to get off the bathroom tiles?

“I’m staying with you angel. You’re too stupid to think for yourself right now.”

You fought your urge to stick your tongue out at him, but you knew he was right. He teased you for having next to no thoughts in your brain all the time, but this time it was actually true.

“Let’s go.” he tugged at your arm, causing u to stumble after him as he made his way towards the back door. His legs were so much longer than yours, stride extensive and full of authority. Steve knew exactly where to go, digging the key out of the hiding spot and unlocking the door.

You didn’t even know how he knew where it was. You surely didn’t remember.

The light flickered on, humming softly as it illuminated the little breakfast nook. “Steve why do you hate me?” you blurted out, hiccuping as you bent down to unbuckle your shoes, kicking them off by the door.

His face contorted into a look of confusion as he peered down at you. “I don’t hate you bunny. Far from it.”

You just nodded, taking his word for it. He was stumped by your level of compliance, as you normally would fight or bicker with him whenever he made a claim. But you were quiet, humming a little song as you trudged towards the stairs, hands out in front of you to guide you instead of turning on the rest of the lights.

“Stev-” you gasped as suddenly your body was lifted from the ground, swung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Your head spun as you stared at the world from a much taller height, body squirming as he moved.

A hand smacked your thigh that poked from under your little dress, making you yelp. “Stop squirmin girl. You're not walking up these stairs.” he grumbled, making the trudge up the rickety wooden stairs, hand rubbing your thigh as you felt your panties start to dampen.

His hand was so warm, so nice as it stroked your skin, even when it stung.

“I’m fully- fully able to walk up.” you slurred and he chuckled.

“Mhm I don’t think you should think for yourself right now baby bunny.” he teased, and you giggled. Your bedroom door opened with a creak, and he walked you past the pink walls, past the frilly whites and endless stuffies as he plopped you down on your bed.

You laid back with a sigh, tracing the soft sheets with your fingers, sinking into them as you closed your eyes. Steve felt himself getting harder and harder the longer he gazed at you, so soft and delicate- like a little doll.

You were so in your element, basking in the comfort of the silk and cotton, just savoring how fuzzy you felt in the moment.

“Can you help me with my costume Stevie?” you whispered, eyes fluttering open to smile at him. He thought he was dreaming. He needed to be pinched.

But you needed his help, craved for his touch again as you lay there- almost helpless. You swung your leg up, toes curling against his abdomen in your socks, stretching your arms over your head.

“You’re such a tease, you know that?” he murmured, tugging at each sock, peeing them away from your skin to reveal your bubblegum pink nail polish.

“Mhmm so tired though Stevie. I can’t do anything.”

“Oh I know.” he smirked, hands slowly inching their way up towards your thighs, fingers walking their way across your skin.

“Just need your help, you gotta take care of me.” you giggled, back arching as he tugged at your dress, pulling off the rest of your costume. Your breasts were bared, shining in the pale moonlight as the air whooshed past his teeth.

No bra.

“Fuck. Fuck fuck.” he murmured as you giggled softly, batting your eyelashes at him as if you were a schoolgirl. “What’s the matter Stevie?” you asked, reaching for him, nails softly scraping against his biceps.

“You’re so fucking adorable angel. Jesus Christ.”

“Yeah?” you smiled, grabbing his hand, guiding it down towards your lacey underwear that was now soaked, letting his fingers circle your button through the fabric.

You moaned, back arching against the sheets as he smiled, that wicked grin that drove you wild. You couldn't help yourself. You were on cloud nine, head in the heavens from the way he looked at you, the way he touched you.

Hands slipped up to grope your breasts, massaging them, squeezing each nipple as your mouth parted into an O shape, moaning his name. His hands slipped under your undergarments, fingers coaxing you open as your legs fell limp- purely under his control. Submissive and willing for him.

It drove him wild, the sweet, innocent little sister of his best friend- the person he had craved for years was now under him looking like a doll.

“Gotta open you up first princess. Don’t wanna hurt your sweet, little hole hm?” he whispered, thumb circling your clit, so sensitive under his flesh, aching for him.

You were just so needy, practically begging him- words slurring as you humped his hand, mindlessly reaching for one of your stuffies to cling to as your body rode him.

“Mhmm so… daddy..” you gasped out, emitting a low growl from his lips. You moaned into the fur of the animal, to which he quickly ripped away.

“Don’t hide your sweet little noises for daddy baby, don’t you know better? We’re all alone here, just the two of us. But even if we weren't, wouldn't you want everyone to know how good daddy's fingers feel stuffed in your cunnie?”

You nodded viciously, gasping for breath as heat licked down your spine, burning bright in your core as he rocked into you deeper. It was taken away in an instant, a startled gasp leaving your lips in disappointment before you saw his hands fumbling with his belt, muttering under his breath.

“Fuck I’m sorry angel but I can't take this anymore.I need- I need to be inside you I’m-”

You whimpered as he tugged down his bottoms as quickly as the two of you had entered this tangled affair, barely having a second to process what was happening before he was in you, and he was in you deep.

Plunging straight to the hilt, hands clawing at his biceps as you moaned, cried his name so sweetly he almost combusted right then and there.

“I’m so sorry angel I just- been waiting too long, FUCK you’re so goddamn tight n wet..” he murmured, head drooping low as he breathed you in, watched the way your juices coated his cock as he slipped out just slightly, only to plunge in even harder.

You clung to him so nicely, as if you were just made for him and only him, delicate and dainty. It was so easy to make you drool, so easy to watch you melt deeper into the mattress as he used you as his own personal fleshlight, muscles tensing and flexing as they adjusted you to the exact positions he wanted you in.

“You’re so good to me Stevie. So, so good, filling me…” you sighed, eyes hazy and glazed over as you peered up at him, admiring the man you hated with a passion, but the one you also craved like a drug.

He was so careful with you, guiding your tipsy body home, but so rough and eager with you now, as if he was feral.

“Stevie?” you asked softly, face distorting slightly the longer he looked at you, confusion now smeared across your face like a kids finger painting. “Stevie?”

You were muffled- trapped underwater. Murky.

His eyes flew open with a start, meeting yours as he blinked the fuzz away. His hand was so close to your body, just mere inches away from the place he had been touching you in his dream.

“Mhm?” he asked, noting he had somehow ended shirtless in your bed, the girly bedsheets wrapped around his low midriff, and you fought not to stare down at his happy trail.

“You were dreaming I think. Mumbling something.” you slurred, head smacking down back onto the pillow as he stared at you, your eyes now closed once more.

He didn’t fully remember what had happened. He had teased you, felt you up, and helped you home. But now he was in your bed, despite the fact the two of you bickered constantly, and nothing had happened.

Your little skimpy pj’s were still on. His boxers were on. Though he wished more than anything they were off, that everything was off and he could feel you the way he had ten seconds earlier.

He watched the steady rise and fall of your chest as you fell back into a drunken slumber, hand slipping over to cup your warm cheek before he could stop himself.

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marvelilovebucky · 24 days

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He will always be worthy🫶🏼

#marvel #mcu #bucky barnes #the white wolf #the winter soldier #sebastian stan #steve rogers #captian america #chris evans #captain america the first avenger #captain america civil war #peggy carter #agent carter #captain carter

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i-like-superheros · 1 month

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"CARNIVAL"

#mcu universe #mcu fandom #mcuedit #mcu icons #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #chris evans #captain america #captian america and the winter soldier #winter soldier edit #the winter soldier #avengers civil war #steve rogers

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miserable-sarah · 1 year

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Impressive 18+

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader Warnings: Smut, NSFW, rough Steve, Dom!Steve Summary: You and Steve go on a mission together, he's impressed with you but doesn't want to admit it.

"Captain on your six" You say, catching his attention. He does his normal super soldier moves.

"4 down"

"I got 3 down"

"One more" He loves to make things a competition even though he doesn't admit it. You run trying to find the last guy, you want to beat Steve there. You see the guy in front of you and jump on his back taking him down. Steve comes and finishes the job.

"Hey! I had him." you say to him huffing.

"I just helped." He shrugs

"Mhm, helped your ego" You smirk, he just looks away, smiles, and chuckles, knowing he's caught. You get on the jet waiting for Steve to come on. You're not sure if Steve trusts you or likes you. He's always on you and he's always taking your men or women down. He makes you feel like you're not good enough and that you just need to be babysat.

"You okay?" Steve asks, taking his seat up front.

"Yeah." You say quickly. You sit on the bench looking at your hands and arms making sure you have no marks on you.

"You sure?"

"Yeah" You fake smile at him.

You finally get back to the compound, Steve has been hounding you for hours on the ride. It's not even a big deal but now he's really getting on your nerves. You walk in, no one is around they all must be out on missions. You walk into the meeting room and Steve is behind you.

"Are you sure, because now you seem mad."

"Steve! I'm fine!" You snap.

"Don't shout at me." Steve says stepping towards you, you back up.

"You're not listening"

"You're not telling the truth." He towers over you, you go to push him but he grabs your wrists and holds them against the wall. His body is so close to being pressed up against yours that your mouth gets dry. "So, tell the truth"

"You hover over me and never let me celebrate my wins" You stare into his eyes. "I'm either bad or really good and you don't like it"

"Is that what you think?" He chuckles. He bends down to eye level, studying your features. He leans in close and whispers in your ear "You're just that bad" You get hands free and push him back against the table. He snickers and flips you so you're against the table.

"Steve" You struggle to get free, his body is pressed against you and his hands hold your arms down.

"I like it better when I'm in control." He smirks at you. You look at his eyes then his lips. You push yourself forward, he stops you. "I said, I like it better when I'm in control." He kisses you, smashing his lips on yours. You instantly moan in the kiss, you kiss him back. Your mouths are moving, your tongues fighting for dominance but you're giving it to Steve.

Steve puts his hands on your butt and lifts you up onto the table. You spread your legs and let him move closer to you. You tug at the bottom of his shirt and he takes it off. You look at his body in awe. You've seen it before and fantasized moments like this in your mind. You never thought you'd be here. He lifts up your shirt causing you to pay attention.

"I guess you like what you see" He teases you. You don't say anything, you unhook your bra letting it fall, you lay back on the table letting Steve take your jeans off along with your thong. You sit up on your elbows and watch him unbuckle his pants. He pulls you by your ankles making you get lower on the table. His large hands run over the curves of your body. "I always thought you were so perfect." he says softly. You look at his perfect face, his perfect teeth, his perfect jawline, his perfect eyes, and he's calling you perfect. "Well, until I saw you fight." Your jaw drops. You kick him back and he stumbles.

"Why would you say that? Especially right now?" You shake your head grabbing your clothes "God, I'm so stupid" Steve doesn't say a thing. He blocks the door, his frame is much bigger than yours and you know he can take you down. "Steve, move"

"No." He stands there shirtless with loose fitting pants. You just want to fuck him but you're trying to stand your ground. "Make me." He smirks. asshole. You try to move him but it's no use, Steve lifts you up pushing you against the door, your legs are wrapped around his waist, he kisses and nibbles at your neck. You throw your head back and moan.

"You've always wanted me, I can tell." He whispers in your ear. You shiver at his voice, he's right. You always have wanted him, even when he makes you so mad you just want to rip his clothes off.

"You're right" You say breathless.

"I'm always right." He moves back to the table laying you down. He leans over top of you, his hand dances around your clit. You tense up waiting for some real connection. His finger slips inside you, you let out another moan. You're not trying to be so desperate but it's been a while and you've been thinking about this for a very long time. He smirks at you and enters another finger. He pumps his fingers inside you, you arch your back. "So wet already"

"Steve" You moan, you just want to feel him inside you.

"Yes?" He asks cocky, knowing what you're going to say.

"Please, fuck me." You beg. Steve removes his hand from you and takes his pants off with his boxers. You gasp at his size not expecting him to be so big.

"Think you can take it?" he asks half seriously. You nod your head yes. "Good girl" He says lining himself up "I might not be able to hold bac-"

"Steve! Please!" You are cut off by yourself screaming, he slammed into you with no warning. Your nails dig into his forearms. He hisses at you but keeps going. He leans down and gives you a sloppy kiss, your fingers pull at his hair, he rests his forehead on yours looking into your eyes, watching the pleasure on your face.

"You're being such a good girl taking me" He says to you softly.

You let out a loud moan "Steve" you say, his words are making you feel 10x better.

"What baby, can't handle it?" He coos at you, almost making fun of you. You pull him in for another kiss, he speeds up going harder. He snakes his arms around your waist and picks you up. He slams into over and over. He groans and moans along with you. You can't believe this is happening right now. You never thought this would happen. Steve slams you against the wall making you gasp, you're pretty sure there's a dent in it now.

"Fuck Steve" you throw your head against the wall. Steve squeezes your cheeks.

"You feel so good, I want to cum inside you. I'm going to do that okay?" He nods his head with you. "Are you going to cum for me?" you nod your head and he lets go. Steve's hand finds your clit and fingers start rubbing you. You're taken over with pleasure, he's whispering dirty things in your ear, you can feel your body tense up and you clench around him. "Are you gonna cum baby? Hmm?"

"Yes, Steve" You moan out, he picks up his pace, his forehead is covered in sweat, he is so focused on what he's doing it makes him even hotter. He watches you, you close your eyes, your legs start to shake and you groan loudly. "Fuck!" you squeal as he continues to rub your clit and thrust into you. "Steve!" you squeal again, your whole body is taken with pleasure it's too much. "Please, stop" you wiggle around trying to get out of his grip but it's useless. Steve chuckles darkly and removes his hand, he puts you back on the table and contuines fucking you. You lay there trying to catch your breath.

"I'm going to fill you up" He grunts, his thrusts get sloppier and slower. You feel him cum inside you, you let out another moan. Steve thrusts a few more times, he stops and stays inside you. He rests his forehead on yours, breathing heavy.

"I told you" He says

"Told me what?"

"You couldn't handle it." He chuckles kissing your forehead , he gets up and puts his clothes back on, he helps you with yours, since your entire body feels like jell-o.

You hear people chatting, you know some of the others are back. You and Steve run out of that room into one of the bedrooms. ~

You walk downstairs and see Nat sitting there drinking coffee.

"New mission?" She asks

"Oh, no. The one with Steve was enough."

"You know he's only like that because he hates that you're so good. None of us babysit you when we're out there"

"He always wants to be in control" You mumble.

"What are you talking about?" Steve walks in the kitchen joining you Nat, you clear your throat thinking of last night.

"Uh, hey" Tony walks in "guys just remember we have servalnce all over this building." He glares at you and Steve, your eyes widened and you feel embarrassed all throughout your body.

"Ooh what happened?" Nat asks with a smile

"We need a new table is what happened" Tony walks away shaking his head.

You look at Steve who shrugs with a smirk.

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seasoningyeeting · 23 days

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HAPPY CAPTAIN AMERICA DAY

You probably can’t tell this from my blog, but this is like, *my* movie. It’s just…my movie. Everyone associates me with this movie, just like they associate me with Vox and Taylor Swift. I’ve seen this movie, an insurmountable amount of times, to the point of where I know the line of just about every single character, I remember when all the little music cues come in, and my entire existence is just…LITTERED with traces of this movie. I’ve tried so hard to get my claws on merch and items from this specific era of movie, and obviously, with it being 10 years old now, that’s incredibly difficult to do. It’s weird, I feel inferior most days, because my favorite things don’t really “stack up” against other people’s favorites, especially with me being so involved in the art ‘world’. Like, it’s very difficult to explain why this is my favorite movie. Because there is no meaning to it by the majority of people’s standards. But this is the movie that made me want my own TV show. The camera angles when Steve talks on the PA system are just…I can’t even. Chris Evans’ delivery choice on “absolute control”, coupled with the complete lack of outside sound, were jaw dropping to me 10 years ago, and they still have the exact same effect on me now. The witty banter between Nat and Steve actually being smart and witty, and not just “witty for the sake of her being pretty”, also stuck out to me. The mall dialogue is one of my most favorite little story telling pockets I’ve ever seen. She was funny in her own way. Yes, the physical impracticalities of Natasha in this movie still irritate me, (her hair when she comes out of Sam’s bathroom? Really? Come on.) but it characterized her a hell of a lot better than the other movies did. (Aside from her own.) Another thing I always loved, was the absence of references to other parts of Marvel at the time. Like yeah it had references, but they were absolutely necessary not just to the plot, but also for the audience to start understanding Steve as a character. His little hint of exasperation on “Stark?” while still remaining cordial with Nick, is *chefs kiss*. That ONE single line, conveys all of his feelings about Tony up to that point in time: he knows he’s damn good at what he does, but that still doesn’t negate the fact, in Steve’s mind, that Tony still has the capacity for selfishness and recklessness. I also love that one-liner, because they’ve gotta remember from a directorial standpoint, that to we as an audience, Steve has pretty much only just come back. That itty bitty line really hammers that down. His exasperation isn’t just at Tony, it’s at technology in general. It all clicks for him: this is a necessary evil. It’s a new world, and Nick even says that to him, multiple times throughout the film. And with that being a recurring theme, it shows us how flawed this iteration of Steve really was. Of course he was a good person overall, but he still struggled with putting himself on a pedestal. His internal struggle with how he views himself, is also reflected in his treatment of Bucky. Something I wish more people would clue into, is Steve wasn’t denying that fact that Bucky is different now, he was trying, to convince his equally traumatized self, that Bucky wasn’t different. His rational brain knew Bucky wasn’t the same, but we see bits and pieces of ‘irrational’ bleeding heart Steve, come back into the picture, every time they’re on screen together. Very few actors, (especially nowadays,) can act with their eyes, and nothing else. Sebastian Stan? Is the MAN of eye-acting. Even now, he remains a criminally underrated performer. The artistic genius of the costume design, making the mask and goggles two separate pieces, was also half the reason he was able to convey an entire lifetime’s worth of a character’s story, just through eye contact. And the moments where he would break eye contact were SO poignant. Because yet another thing I wish people would understand, is Bucky wasn’t triggered by Steve’s devastation in “Bucky?”, he was trigged just by seeing Steve. Cont.

#captian america #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #catws anniversary #catws10 #chris evans #cvans #you see cars I see vans #I hit the maximum text block #what the hell #I’ll be back hold on #watch the damn movie #please #please just watch it #analysis #is this an analysis?

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pxrplebxtterfly · 8 months

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Only Girl For Me (1/?)

18+

Pairings: Nomad Steve Rogers x fem reader

Warnings: SMUT, kissing, making out, nudity, oral sex (m receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, (d)ubcon kinda?, (s)tepcest

Summary: Your step brother Steve comes home while your parents are out of town and notices the book you're reading. He informs you he's done dating around.

Word count: 4.3k

Notes: Hey guys!!! Sorry for my inactiveness over the summer. I've whipped up a little something for you all and I hope you enjoy it! Happy fall!!!

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀

It’s a quiet evening in your house. You’re home alone, curled up on the couch with a book. You made a fire earlier and it was still burning bright, illuminating the room along with a dim lamp on the bookcase somewhere behind you. The lighting was cozy and perfect for reading.

Tonight, you picked out a favorite of yours. It’s basically all smut but no one needs to know that except you. It looked like a harmless romance novel when you picked it out at a bookstore. You took it home and began reading. At first, it was nothing special, just the beginning of a story. After the first few chapters, you were shocked to discover that this book contained more than just romance. Needless to say, you’ve read it a few times now.

Things are just getting good, when you hear the front door open.

“Mom?” you call out, “David?”

There is no response; all you hear is heavy, muffled footsteps echoing closer. You turn your head to peek over the couch, wanting to know who it is.

You smile when you see that it’s Steve, walking towards you.

“Hi Steve! Where were you?” you ask, and bring your book to your chest.

He smiles back at you and lets out a deep breath as he makes his way around the couch.

“I was helping Sam install new windows at his house. Trying to get them done before winter. What have you been up to?” he explains while sitting down to the right of you.

“I’ve just been reading. You weren’t here so I had the house to myself, and I figured what better to do than read in front of a fire”

You notice the way Steve has relaxed into the couch. His arm is draped on the back of the couch, fingers close to your left shoulder. His legs spread wide. You think about how inviting the position he’s in is, but internally scold yourself when you remember he’s your step brother.

“That sounds like a nice evening. What are you reading?” Steve asks and reaches across to try and pull the book from your chest.

“Oh, nothing, just some silly romance novel” you laugh nervously and close the book.

“You read this one a lot,” he comments and eyes you like he knows your secret.

That’s because he does. Steve knows all about the things you’ve been reading in that book. One of his ex-girlfriends had the same book that she would constantly gush about.

“Yep, it’s one of my favorites” you nod and blush. “My mom and David went to spend the night in the city so it’s just us” you say trying to change the subject.

“Oh, really?” Steve asks with intrigue, “well in that case I guess I get you all to myself”

He’s looking at you with lust. He’s always been a bit of a flirt and a perv but you didn’t mind that much. You didn’t mind because he was very attractive and you wanted him to like you.

“I guess so,” you whisper and your grip on your book tightens. Your stomach drops in awareness of your current situation. How you aren’t sprinting to your room, putting as much distance between the both of you as you can.

You keep telling yourself in your head to leave. Just get up, tell him you're tired, and go to bed.

Before you’re able to say anything, Steve interrupts you saying, “Anyways, did I tell you that I broke up with Sabrina last week?”

“No, I thought you were still seeing her,” you say, glad he switched up the conversation.

“Yeah, she just wasn’t doing it for me anymore, in fact she never really did,” he says and looks at you to see your response.

“Oh,” you say, curious as to why your step brother said this.

“She’s a great girl, she’s just not for me,” he reassures.

“That’s a shame, I really liked her. On to the next I guess!” you say with a smile and laugh.

Steve dates around a lot. He’s usually only in a relationship for a few months before moving on to the next.

Secretly, he’s trying to distract himself. He’s trying to distract himself from you. He knows it’s wrong to want you as bad as he does; you’re his step sister! But, he just can’t ever get you off his mind.

He knows you’ve caught him staring or flirting with you. He tries to hold himself back, but you exude sexuality even though you’ve only ever had one boyfriend.

There’s just something about you that he can’t shake. He always finds himself coming back to you.

“Actually, I think I’m done with other girls for a while,” he says.

Other? Your brain sparks.

“What do you mean?” you ask, intrigued.

“I mean, the only girl I have room for in my life is you,” he says and you catch each other's eyes.

In this moment of intimacy, you forget that he’s your step brother.

You curse yourself silently, for growing wet, and curse him for being so attractive. Damnit, he is so hot, it’s unfair your mom had married his dad.

No, you tell yourself. No way in hell you would ever let that happen. It just can’t… right? Right.

Steve realizes he’s lost you and reaches for you.

You struggle to listen to yourself when you feel his hand land on your knee. He’s reaching across his body, turning towards you, and looking at you with desire.

“Steve?” You squeak as his big, warm hand rubs back and forth on your leg.

You should jump away and push him when you see out of the corner of your eye, his face coming towards you. He glides his face towards your neck and whispers in a low voice, “You’re the only girl for me,”

All you do is sigh with desperation, because you know what’s about to happen and you know you won’t hate it.

“Steve, what are you doing?” you ask as his hand travels further up your thigh and his nose buries into your neck. His breath on your neck makes you tilt your head giving him more access. Your head is telling you that this is wrong, but the way he’s breathing into your neck and running his hand up your thigh feels so right.

Your skin prickles in anticipation of where his fingers will go.

“I just need you really bad right now baby” he whispers so close to your ear. You swear you can hear a whine behind his words.

His pillowy lips kiss your neck, giving you slow, deep kisses. The way he sucks gently has you feeling lightheaded.

Steve indulges in the way your skin tastes and feels. You’re velvety under his tongue and he sinks into memories that surface as he smells you. He can feel his pants shifting around his hard cock, unable to conceal his excitement.

The soft material of his sweatpants creates minimal friction against the head of his dick, causing him to rut slightly into the fabric, towards your leg. Still kissing your neck, he thinks about what it would feel like to be buried inside you.

His hand squeezes as high on your inner thigh as it can. His fingers then ghost over your pussy. His palm lands on your pelvis and you rock your hips forwards subconsciously. He lowers the tips of his fingers, not creating pressure yet. His fingers slowly start to rub circles around your clit.

The sensation is enough to draw a moany sigh from you. You want more, you crave it. If he could just stop or get this over with, you’d be relieved.

He’s not gonna stop and you know this.

“Step siblings aren’t supposed to touch each other like this”

“C’mon just be a good little sister and let me” he breathes out. He applies more pressure as he circles your clit.

“No Steve, we can’t!” you whine as you feel yourself clench around nothing. You begin to try and get up to escape the sinful actions of your step brother. You barely gain momentum to stand when you are pulled back down to the couch. Your book slips out of your grasp and lands on the floor.

He grabs you from behind, wrapping his arm around your waist with his hand still on your pussy. His hand presses into your stomach, holding you down.

“Don’t do that sweetheart, just stay so I can play with you” he huffs into your neck.

“But it’s wrong” you whimper as he kisses your jaw. His tongue trailing your jaw line.

You can hear him panting hard as he kisses your cheek. He’s worked up and hungry for you, pinning you to the couch. His fingers press into the flesh on your tummy, and it hurts everytime you squirm.

Steve can’t help himself, when you’re sitting here in your slutty little pajamas, basically offering yourself to him. Especially when you’re openly reading such filth, it’s like you have a sign above you, pointing, saying, “whore”. He knows you can’t resist him as much as you try. At the end of the day, your cunt is greedy and desperate to be fucked just like everyone else.

“Just let your big brother take care of you baby, you know I can make you feel good. Maybe we can recreate one of those chapters in that book of yours, huh?” he says as he sticks his thick fingers in the waistband of your shorts and underwear.

You're shocked that he knows what you’re reading, and thoroughly embarrassed by it, but you’re distracted when you feel air rush onto you. He lifts the fabric from your skin and pulls it halfway down your legs.

Exposed now, your senses heighten, waiting for him to touch you.

Then he does. His fingers dive carefully into your entrance and play with the slick you’ve secreted. Running his fingers up and down over your hole, collecting your arousal. He circles your entrance but then moves his fingers up and down your whole pussy. His fingers start from the bottom of your hole and move to the top of your clit. He repeats this motion a couple of times, just teasing you, lathering you up in your own mess.

You moan as he teases you, not sticking his fingers in you or directly stimulating your clit. “Please” you sigh.

“Please what? I want you to use your words,” he asks, still breathing into and kissing your neck. He slows his fingers at your beg.

“Please, do whatever you want to me,” you say, giving in, “but please, just, don’t stop!”

“Fuck, you don’t know how bad I’ve wanted to hear you say that” he mumbles into your neck as his fingers plunge into you.

He knew you would fold. Your libido is just as feverish as his, and he can tell (contrary to your belief).

Steve is well aware of the collection of smutty books, you keep lined up on your bookshelf. He thinks they look like awards for “biggest slutty virgin” . He knows your thoughts are not as pure as one might think.

You moan as his fingers fill you. They press against every puffy wall inside you, the pressure making you squirm.

Your toes curl and you gasp as his fingers start to rake along that sweet spot. He uses the pads of his fingers to massage your inner wall, coaxing you to mumble curses.

“Do you like that?” he asks against your ear.

You don’t manage to say anything, you just tangle your hands into his hair and pull his face towards yours.

Your tongue is immediately wrestling with his and he tastes faintly of mint. His tongue presses against yours, your kisses sloppy, unable to find a rhythm. His fingers continue to flutter inside you, reaching so far deep that you begin to whine.

Steve is obsessive over you and completely turned on by the noises you’re making. “Your baby pussy just needed big brother’s fingers, huh?”

“Yes, yes, yes” you pant into him.

Your eyes are scrunched close and watering from the stimulation of that belly churning spot. In fact, you can’t tell whether your stomach keeps tightening or dropping.

The pleasure he’s giving you is so overwhelming and encompassing, you wrap your arms around his head and cradle it closer so you're mashing mouths.

He kisses you perfectly, somehow knowing exactly what you like and the way you like it done. Meanwhile, you’re hardly able to kiss him back, the stimulation crushing every nerve.

You moan into his mouth, realizing his fingers have already brought you to your climax. Everything disappears and you burst into a million sparks, burning through the air, searing every particle around you. You continue to burn into the couch as he continues to pump his fingers into you.

As he fucks you through your orgasm, you begin to melt. You feel like lava, every part of you flowing from your core, leaving all things underneath you charred.

Coming down from your high, the room starts to form again in your vision. Steve’s presence fades in and you feel his fingers have slowed down and are just barely moving in you. His lips have left yours and he’s looking at you, watching you come back to earth.

“You okay baby?” he asks softly, carefully pulling his fingers out of you.

You nod and smile coyly. You feel a little stunned by the intense orgasm you just experienced and need a moment to catch your breath.

“You did so good, baby but I’m not done with you yet. Help me take my pants off” Steve says.

You immediately tune back into your situation hearing what he’s just ordered you to do. You hesitate, still knowing that what you’re doing is wrong. Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear him say, “now.”

He’s looking, waiting anxiously for you to touch him. Precum has seeped through his sweatpants, where the tip of his cock is.

You don’t want to find out what would happen if you don’t obey him so you slowly reach out to his hips. You gently hook your fingers around the waistband of his sweats and tug. He lifts to help you slide them off.

His cock springs free and you pause, unsure where to go from here. You’ve had sex before, you just didn’t know what exactly Steve had in mind.

You look up at him nervously, not moving.

“You’re not afraid of your big brother’s cock, are ya?” he teases you.

With hesitation you shake your head and stutter, “No, I’m not”

“That’s what I thought,” he soothes, and brushes your hair out of your face, “Now be a good girl and put your mouth on it, you know what to do”

His eyes enchant you and you’ve stopped worrying about how wrong what he’s doing to you is. You decide to get comfy and lay on your stomach.

Once you do this, he wraps your hair into his fist so it’s out of your face. Steve wants to watch you suck him off. He wants to see your pretty eyes look up at him while his cock is in your mouth.

You grab the base of his dick and plant a kiss on the head. His precum is warm against your lips and you stick your tongue out to lick it off.

Slowly, you take him into your mouth and begin to lather his dick in your spit. You start to bob your head, and suck gently.

The tip hits the back of your throat and you hum as you pull him back out, enjoying the feeling of him filling your mouth. You keep at this moderate pace for a few minutes, getting used to him. You pop him out of your mouth to take a breather and look up at him.

He moans quietly as you lick the head of his dick, just teasing him.

A second later, you’re gagging on his cock as he pushes your head down on him. You squeeze his thighs in protest but you secretly enjoy that he’s taking control.

You hear him huffing as he fucks up into your throat, his hair tickling your nose.

“You like the way your big brother’s cock tastes? Huh?” he taunts, ramming his hips into your face.

You’re unable to say anything but Steve doesn’t care. He knows you do.

He pulls you by the back of your hair off his dick and you pant, mouth open and drooling as he decides it’s time to change it up.

You can’t think straight, trying to catch your breath and not slobber everywhere. Suddenly, Steve is standing up and switches to the other side of the couch you were sitting on.

You watch his riveting, huge, muscles move him across the floor. Everything about him is just so strong. He comes up behind you, beside the couch. He grins at you wildly as you smother a, “what are you doing?” smile between your fingers.

He pushes one of his knees in between your knees, spreading your legs for him. His hand strokes his dick as he eyes your pussy and ass.

He bends forwards and takes your ass into his hands, squeezing and playing. His grip on you sends waves of warmth through you. He uses his thumbs to lift up your ass and folds, exposing your pussy.

“Fuck” he breathes out, running his thumb over your pink, aching hole. He barely grazes you before his finger is covered in your arousal. You love his upfront admiration and visible desire.

Steve moves his hands to your hips and tugs you up and backwards. You land face down, but on your knees, butt in the air. Your ass is now exactly where he wants it.

“You want your step brother to fuck you?” he asks as he prods your hole with the head of his thick cock.

“Yes please, step brother” you beg, looking back at him.

“Yeah? Wearing slutty clothes all the time to try and get me to look at you, well now you’ve got my attention”

You need to feel him inside of you. You need him to turn your brain to mush. You need him to fill your throbbing void full of his cock and cum.

He dives in, seething immediately, unprepared for you to feel this good. He knew you were going to be warm and wet, but he could never have imagined that you would make him so close to cumming from a single stroke.

He huffs out, pushing past the feeling that wants to come over him. He pulls out and pushes back in. He begins to fuck you.

There’s not an inch of space where you can’t feel him and you love it. You’re paralyzed by the sheer force and quantity of friction being created between the two of you. You feel like he’s fucking you raw, like his dick is hollowing you out.

All you can do is moan and try to keep from crying. With the speed and strength he’s going, tears begin to flow from your eyes anyways.

Steve watches your face as it is squished down into the couch cushions. He can see your skin glisten with tears from the intensity of his fucking. He loves it.

He loves it so much that he bends forwards to bury himself deeper into you. His thrusts become short and shallow, picking up his speed.

Closer to you now and through ragged breaths, he coos, “Such a good little sister, taking what her step brother gives to her”

You moan at his words and feel your head being lifted off the couch. His fist is in your hair, pulling you up, against him.

Your back arches as you collide with him, one of his hands is immediately around the base of your throat. Not constricting your breathing, just holding you closer to him.

His right hand snakes around your hips, down your pelvis and finds your clit. He begins to rub at it, simultaneously fucking you with everything he’s got.

He’s grunting into your ear and you think you heard him say, “Fuck baby, you like that? Huh? Huh? You like your big brother deep inside of you like this?”

You’re almost completely fucked numb. Your brain and body are so cockdrunk you can hardly see or speak.

You try your best to muster up something other than curses and whine, “Yes, yes, I love it”

“Of course you do baby” he taunts.

You feel yourself reaching the edge of a second orgasm, feeling your stomach tighten.

“Steve, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” you tell him, wanting him to keep the pace and position.

His fingers on your clit, vibrating against it with the perfect pressure. His cock is burying into you and his rugged breathing and grunts on your neck culminate to send you into a spiraling orgasm.

“Cum for me, cum all over your big brother’s cock” he says, fucking you through it.

You release around him, letting all your inhibitions go too. You let him continue doing exactly what he’s doing because his sheer talent for making you come is mindblowing.

Your orgasm courses through you and when it’s over, you realize you’re completely slumped back against his burly chest. His dick is still inside you but he’s stilled, and you begin to regain consciousness of your surroundings. You hear his shaky breaths and seething moans. You feel him tremble against you and hold you tighter to him than ever before.

Your brain begins to connect the pieces slower than you would have liked.

Steve slowly lets go of you and you eventually fall forward, and feel him pull out of you.

He curses when he’s no longer inside your warm walls.

You feel something hot begin to seep out of you. You wonder if it’s you, him, or the both of your combined mess.

“Steve, did you?” you ask, nervous and out of breath.

He hesitates and you lift yourself up. You turn around on your knees and face him. His body expands and retracts with his deep breaths. He’s tall above you, and you have to tilt your head up to see his face.

Shame splashes his cheeks.“I’ll run to the store and grab you a Plan B, I’m sorry, I just couldn’t stop myself” he says and pets the side of your head and leans down to kiss your forehead. His beard scratches lightly as he kisses you and you reach your arms up around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

As long as he’s buying you a contraceptive, it truly isn’t that big of a deal.

“We can wait till morning” you whisper into his neck and he pauses.

Steve sits down on the couch, your arms still around him, and pulls you into his lap. His big arms wrapped around your waist. He’s grateful for your sympathy and affection.

“I’m sorry, I’ve wanted you for so long now, I just couldn’t stop myself. I don’t think you realize how sexy you are,” he explains, as you nuzzle into his collarbone.

You giggle at him and kiss his cheek. The feeling of both messes dripping out of you and onto him turns you on a little. You hum as you settle into his body. He puts his hands under your t-shirt, and rubs your lower back.

His skin on your skin stirs something in your heart. The comfort of his heat and body makes you pepper kisses on his shoulder. You show him how much you appreciate him and the attention he gives you.

“If you stay like this long enough, I might have to fuck you again,” he growls low, into your ear.

His filthy thought sends a jolt of adrenaline through you, and you grind into his lap, showing your enthusiasm.

“Don’t tease me,” he says and grits his teeth together when he feels his cock twitch.

You pull back from his shoulder to look him in the eye. Your hands now resting on his neck, you say, “And if I do?”

He narrows his eyes, and flexes his jaw. His eyes are probing yours, trying to find out what your intentions are.

You bite your lip and smile, unable to contain your giddiness.

“Well, we’d have to do something about that, now wouldn’t we?” he smirks.

You realize, for the first time, that you haven’t really kissed. His lips have been on yours but you were unable to kiss him the way you wanted to.

You immediately lean forwards and press your lips to his.

Steve’s a little flabbergasted but happily indulges in the way you taste. He smiles against your lips, glad you are so eager for him.

You kiss him deeper, tenderly poking your tongue out and swiping it across his mouth. He feels you do this and welcomes you in. He moves one hand out from beneath your t-shirt and brings it up to cradle your head.

His tongue swirls against yours making you moan into his mouth. Your heated kissing slowly makes you begin to grind against his lap once more.

You can feel him shift up into your hips, creating more pressure between the two of you.

He sucks and nibbles at your lips and you can’t help but squeak out moans. The sense of comfort and joy is overwhelming and the both of you begin to slow your kisses.

Eventually, you come to a stop and you’re now gazing into his sparkling, blue eyes. The both of you pant and stare at each other with desire. The passion leisurely flowing out of you both and molding together in the atmosphere. An aura almost appears with the foggy, hot-headed, vision you now have.

Once more, you rest your head on his collarbone and squeeze him tight, sending the message of comfort to him.

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Chris Evans😁💙

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littlemelaninfics · 1 year

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Can you write something with Chris Evans on Thanksgiving and the reader is his best friend and is into him. You can decide if fluff or smut. 🥰

And sorry for my English. It is Not my native Language 🙈🤗

Wanting You

a/n: This is more fluffy-angsty. I really hope that's okay. Happy Thanksgiving, all!

"So you're gonna tell him?"

"What? I don't know. I highly doubt it, Scott."

"Why not? A mini road trip through the country to my mom's house for a holiday party couldn't be more perfect!"

"This is your brother we're talking about. The Chris Evans. Take all that celebrity shit away and he's still a guy who's not in my league. Or more I'm not in his."

"But you don't knowww that, Y/n."

"Has he said something or something? Is that why you're pushing this so hard?"

"He hasn't said anything, Love. But if I know Chris, he doesn't have to."

"Ugh! You are no help. What kind of infomant are you?"

"A pro bono one."

"I hate you."

"I love you too. Just hurry up and get here!"

"I will! He's on his way."

"Okay. See you when you get here. Tell him!"

"Bye Scott!"

You were putting the last finishing touches on your makeup when your phone started to vibrate,

"Hello?"

"Happy Thanksgiving, Fucker!"

"Happy Thanksgiving, you jackwagon! Are you here?"

"Rounding the corner now."

"Perfect. See you in a sec," you hung up the phone and went to grab your light brown coat. When you opened the door to your apartment, Chris pulled up a second later. He got out of the car and your heart skipped a beat.

He was wearing a dark sweater and dark jeans with his hair perfectly set. His Rolex was on perfect display and the Raybans sat flawlessly on the bridge of his nose. What got you though was the chain around his neck that swayed with every step. Chris Evans never let it be forgotten that he is that bitch.

Chris rounded to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for you,

"Hey! Happy Thanksgiving!"

"Happy Thanksgiving, Kid," he said bringing you in for a hug.

Kid. The nickname you dreaded because a man like that doesn't want someone with 'kid' attatched to their name. He wants a woman and that's what you are. You two get in the car and drive off to his mom's house.

"So what have you been up to. Give me the deets. The 411."

"Ew, Chris don't say that haha!"

"Whaat? I'm hip."

"Hip people don't say 'hip'."

"Seriously. How ya been, Y/n?" He asked turning to you for half a second,

"Honestly, stressed. I just had midterms and now I have to study for finals. On top of that they raised my rent. It's only $100, but still. When you don't have it..." you said shaking your head.

"Why didn't you tell me you were having money problems?"

"Because it's not your problem, Chris."

"But it can be."

Did he just? Wait, have to be sure,

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you've been there for me in my darkest hours. Whether it's prepping for a new role or being a better agent than my actual agent. You know me better than anyone and I hate that I can't be there for you. Or wasn't allowed to be there. Just don't hold out on me."

"Damn, Evans. I might actually take you up on that."

He chuckled and squeezed your left knee. The friendly act sent chills down your spine and your blood run cold. It's been so long since you felt like this for someone because he was right, you did know him better than anyone. There's no denying the way you two flow in sync so effortlessly.

You and Chris continued to catch up and honestly gossip a bit until you reached his moms,

"Y/n! Hi! Welcome! Come on in!"

"Hey Lisa! Thank you!"

"How are you, Sweetheart? It's been so long," she said helping you remove your coat.

"Too long! And I've been okay!"

You take a couple more steps in and walk to the left where the family was. The living room was filled with scents of amazing Thanksgiving food and decor. Turkey, macaroni and cheese, and so many sides that you were sure to be eating leftovers for a week. It made your belly rumble in hunger, but you knew Lisa most likely needed help. Your favorite smell, however, was the apple cinnamon candle Lisa had been lighting since you met her.

After mingling with his family, you walked into the kitchen and Chris stayed to finish catching up in the living room. You couldn't help but smile when you heard him do his "monster voice" and the shrieks and giggles of the kids that were there.

You, Carly and Lisa were all laughing, drinking and cooking when Chris came in just to bug. Lisa slapped his hand away from taking one of the cookies and he gave massive bear hugs all around. He tickled Carly but let his arm linger on your shoulder for longer than normal. When you looked up at him, all he did was smile and wink at you before victoriously sntaching a cookie and running off to watch Football.

Carly and Lisa went to entertain while you agreed to stay and watch the food. You heard the doorbell ring while you were away and a slight uproar of excitement. Scott was laughing fakely when he came into the kitchen a few minutes later,

"Bitch."

"What? What happened?"

"Don't freak out, but Lucy is here."

"Lucy..."

"Chris' ex girlfriend! The one he was with and only broke up with because he was moving to LA!"

"She's here!?"

"Yes! I had no idea my mom invited her. I would've given you a heads up," he said placing a hand on your back. He went back to the living room festivities and left you to hang your head low. How would compete with a ex who is only an ex because of location difficulties? You were pulled from your thoughts at the sound of Chris' imfamous laugh. You peek your head from the kitchen and see them buddied up together on the couch.

You instantly took the bottle of wine and refilled your glass. This was going to be a long night.

More and more of his family started pouring in and you'd be lying if you said you didn't stick out like a sore thumb, but the level of comfort you had around these people was unmatched.

It was finally time for dinner when the whole family gathered around the table. Grace was said, the children were served and you took a seat next to Chris and Lisa.

You had two more glasses of wine during your meal before going and grabbing the other plate of rolls for the table and taking your plate to the sink. When you returned, Lucy had mirgrated to your seat and Chris was whispering in her ear. You had stopped in just enough time for no one else to see you stare them down. It wasn't until he whispered something and smirked that you rolled your eyes.

You sat next to Scott on the opposite side of the table and now it was his turn to squeeze your leg in comfort. You took in the time to soak her in up close. Her wavy brown hair and piercing deep blue eyes was exactly what you thought of when you heard of a Chris Evans ex girlfriend. She was taller than you thought and looked very well put together. Like she had her shit on lock.

You continued to drink, trying to ignore the lovebirds kee-keeing right across from you when Lisa pipped up,

"So Lucy, what is new with you? You look good."

"Oh thank you, Lisa. I've been great! Working and selling house after house-"

"And apparently looking good doing it," Chris whispered to her. She giggled while slapping his arm and turning back to his mom. You rolled your eyes hard and took another sip. Chris peeked it and furrowed his brow before tuning back into Lucy.

Everyone moved to the living room for dessert and those two carried on. Scott and the wine were your best friends that night since yours was preoccupied. You know it was stupid to feel jealous because Chris didn't even know you liked him so how is that fair?

When you saw him place a kiss to her cheek, you lost it. Mind you, it was probably the alcohol but still an outburst ensued,

“Chris!” you shouted as you stood. All eyes were suddenly on you, “will you help me with something real quick?” He nodded and rubbed her thigh while mouthing he’ll be back. When he stood, she grabbed his arm and pulled him down to whisper in his ear.

All you heard him say was “Naughty, naughty” is a sing song voice,

“Today, Chris.” He gave you a “What the Fuck” look when you two walked off from the crowd,

"What is your problem?"

"Nothing. You can just canoodle with I Love Lucy later," you said turning to walk off.

"Hey. Stop," he said following you to the next room, "What's your deal with Lucy? You've been giving her dirty looks all night."

"Believe me when I say I haven't," you rolled you eyes once more.

"There! There are those fucking eyes. Look I know you're drunk, but that doesn't give you the right-"

"Fuck you, I'm drunk! I'm fine, Chris. Everything is fine! I'm fine, Lucy is fine, you're fine. We're all fine!"

"Kid, what is going on with you?"

"Ugh! I'm not a fucking kid! I pay taxes, I pay rent and I give a killer blowjob!" Chris' eyebrows went up, "What don't you see in me? I've been right here. I know all your shit and I handle some of it myself. What more could you want?!"

The words were just slurring out at this point with no end in sight.

"Y/n, let's not do this here, okay? You're drunk and you're just saying things." He started to walk away and was almost fully in the living room. You of course chased after him,

"Why are you disregarding my feelings?"

'What feelings?!"

"For you! My feeling for you!"

"Chris?" Lisa said.

The two of you looked at each other before realizing you were back in front of everyone.

"Is everything okay, Chris?"

“Ha ha ha. She’s fiiiine. I think someone is a bit of a lightweight.” Scott tried to cover the awkwardness, "Why don't I take her to lie down." He quickly pushed past Chris and ushered you to the den. He sat with you while you nursed your water for a little bit until you were okay to be alone.

You had been by yourself for about 5 minutes when Chris walked in with his hands in his pockets. You groaned and reached out your hands wanting him to come join you on the couch. Chris gave you a little laugh watching your arms stick out in a childlike manner for him. He lifted the blanket covering your legs to join you on the couch. He put your legs in his lap and tapped on them gently,

"You know I love you, right?"

"Just not in love with me..." you said quietly.

Chris took both your hands in his and brought them to his lips, looking deep in your eyes. His arm wrapped around you shoulder pulling you into his side. Chris pressed a kiss to the side of your forehead and lingered his lips on the soft skin,

"It's just not our time, Kid. I've thought about it. For years I've thought about you, but I can't just thrust you into my other life which happens to be the biggest one. It's not fair to you and I'll be dammed if I lose you, Y/n. I love you."

All you could do was nod and wipe a falling tear,

"I love you too," you whispered out. He leaned in more and you sat up to meet him for a hug.

"Awww is everything okay now?" Scott asked, entering the room with his mouth full of thirds.

"Absolutely perfect," Chris said sending you a smile and a wink.

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beautifulbuckys · 2 years

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Speakeasy (Steve Rogers x Reader)

“I’m not villainizing your peers because they like to get drunk on the weekend, Mr. Rogers, I’m villainizing you and your peers because you use illegal practices to keep yourself in business.

“You better chose your next few words very carefully, sweets,”

Summary: When Tony Stark insists on hosting a themed party, you find yourself in the shoes of a 1920′s role with all the other Avengers. But what happens when you spot the Avenger you’d been harboring a crush on?

Warnings: Some swearing, intense conversations, some sexual moments but nothing smutty (just spicy!)

A/N: I refuse to write and read mafia fics, but I still somehow came up with this. Enjoy!

Tony Stark lived for dramatics.

Nobody who’s been in a 5-mile radius of the man is surprised. The list goes on with his over-the-top Iron Man suits, excentric galas, and Avengers-themed Pop-Tarts hitting the shelves. The Stark parties hosted what felt like every other week topped the list. More than once, without fail, he found an excuse to host parties. Infiltrated a Hydra base? It sounds like a party needs to be hosted! Bucky’s 106th birthday? The balloons are already inflated! Did Peter get an A on his AP Lang test? A cake has already been ordered.

Tony’s newest fascination has been themed parties. He’s only hosted one, yet it managed to be more extreme than Morgan’s last birthday party; you could’ve sworn you saw a real unicorn. As he put it, the theme was ‘Football’ themed, hosted in a timely fashion for the Super Bowl. It was the grandest Super Bowl party you’d ever attended. Tony insisted everyone wore team colors, much to many people’s dismay. Although it may come as a shock, Bruce and Peter weren’t the most enthused to attend a party about football.

Now, as the summer is winding down, he is planning another. The theme, you ask? He proudly announced it to be Roarin’ 20’s!

“Ladies and gents, I know you’re all so excited! I can see the passion behind Bucky’s cold, dead eyes!” Tony announced in front of the team. You were all seated around the orange curved couch Pepper purchased for the compound,

The silence amongst the team spoke volumes.

“I’m gonna vamp it up a bit! By tonight, Morgan should have dropped off individual letters to each of your rooms. You have 1 week to read the said letter and follow instructions varying on what you received. This party isn’t going to be the only thing modeled around the ’20s,” Tony winked.

After Tony’s small speech, you couldn’t help but feel a little curious. The personalized letter, delivered by Morgan? He must have gone above and beyond on these invitations. A lot of the team got up, leaving to go resume their business. Others stayed back. Sam was already sitting on the couch with Natasha, unpausing the cheesy romcom they started earlier. Steve hung back too, coincidentally he had just finished his workout when Tony called a team meeting. God did he look good!

“Are none of you curious about this personalized letter stuff?” Natasha shook her head, her red waves dancing as she did so. Sam also shook his head, eyes immediately returning to the flatscreen.

Steve sighed, lifting himself from the couch. “You know Tony and his insane theatrics,”

When you got your letter, you were overjoyed. As promised, Morgan knocked on the door. She was dressed in a bright yellow Princess Belle dress and pink fairy wings. Her bright smile shone like a thousand suns when she handed a metallic gold envelope with your name on it.

The second you shut the door, you ripped open the envelope. Inside, was a black piece of cardstock decorated with gold lines and other crazy details. Gold lettering described the overall setting of the party. Nothing you hadn’t been exposed to already. However, on the bottom, there was writing instructing you to look on the back. Curious, you turned the invitation around and began reading the small paragraphs on the back.

This party was also a role-play? We all had characters.

You? You were the “Hollywood Bombshell’, as Tony so kindly put it. The invite had a small paragraph explaining your character for the night. She loved playing hard to get, was extremely confident, and adored attention. She’d do anything in the world for it. Wonderful! In smaller writing, Tony noted that he’d be providing our wardrobe.

And provide he did.

The long, scarlet dress that just barely dragged on the floor was gorgeous. It was pure silk, with a large slit running up the left leg until your mid-thigh. The bodice was loose. 3-finger wide straps hung off your shoulders, creating a purposeful sag right where a small bit of cleevage appeared. All in all, it was gorgeous. Tony provided accessories, a matching set of gloves and pearl earrings accompanied the stunning silk. With the whold get up on, you felt like a hollywood bombshell. Natasha insisted on assisting you with hair in makeup under the ruse of ‘girls time’.

“I bet you’re hoping Steve will be the leading actor to your actress,” Natasha winked, helping create a beautiful red makeup look to match with your outfit. She was wearing a figure hugging black sequin gown. Her ruby colored hair was paired with a small black headband.

You playfully slap her on the shoulder, “And what are you, Cupid? I don’t think he wears a sexy black dress, Natasha,”

Natasha chuckles, grabbing your chin gently and tugging your face closer to hers. She was incredibly concentrated on finishing your pencil eyeliner. “You’re no expert on Cupid, then. Sexy sequins are in. Maybe Steve will be wearing a red tie to match yours! That would be so adorable,” Her smooth voice teased.

“With all this talk about Steve I’m starting to think you’re the one with a crush on him,”

The redhead giggled. “I have my own tall glass of super solider, sweetheart. I can barely handle Barnes. Blondie is all yours,” She commented while resting her hands. “All done. Go look in the mirror, let me know what you think. Hopefully you love it because Tony wants us downstairs in 10.”

You stand up, heading to the bathroom that is conjoined with your bedroom. “What is Bucky anyways?” Tony instructed everyone to not share their roles. Some people respecting the request. Those were the party poopers. Known as Sam, Steve, Pepper, and Wanda.

“He’s a speakeasy owner. Tony put him in a sexy stripey suit,”

You twirl in the mirror, admiring Natasha’s work. “Well Miss Jazz Singer, I guess we better get downstairs so I can see this suit for myself,” The two of you linked arms, leaving your room in it’s modern day glory and stepping into the elevator. Now? You’re no longer in modern times. You’re in the roaring 20’s! A few of the Avengers teased Tony for his commitment and dedication to the theme. You appreciated it. Sure, it was cheesy. Good thing you like cheese.

The main area of the compound was decked out. Sitting on an ivory colored table next to the bar was a gigantic champagne tower. It was nearly taller than Bucky and Steve stacked on top of each other. Gold and black were scattered around the large room, black chairs with gold cushions; golden bartop decorated with black roses. You make a mental note to ask Tony where on Earth he found black roses. Wanda was sitting at the bar with Bruce. The Sokovian was wearing a knee-length flapper dress. It was purple with small silver details scattered throughout the fabric. She also sported a pair of small black pumps and black fishnets. Overall, she looked good. Bruce had a simple white undershirt, which was stained. Suspenders accompanied the shirt, holding up his army green trousers.

“Well hello gorgeous,” You shouted, walking towards Wanda. Her attention switched from the martini glass in front of her to you. Her eyes glowed and a smile struck her face. Bruce turned around too, looking you up and down with wide eyes.

“Says you! You look gorgeous, what are you? A model? Because you look like one!” Wanda laughed as she spun around on the bar stool.

You smiled, seating yourself at the open stool next to Bruce. “As Tony put it, I’m a ‘hollywood bombshell’,” You used hand quotes to emphasize the exact role you were given. “Tony made me look like a million bucks, I’ll give him that.

You felt a hand on the back of your shoulder from behind the bar. “Ladies, ladies, I know we’re not straying away from our roles; are we?” Tony’s familiar playful tone spoke over the suddenly loud 1920’s music. You winced, realizing that was the task you were given. Simply follow your role. Do some improv. Have some fun!

“Of course not, Mr. Stark,” Bruce spoke up. Now that you were closer to him, you noticed more of his outfit. The weird stains on his tee shirt were oil stains. He was a mechanic. Wanda was a flapper. What the hell was Tony?

“That’s President Stark to you, commoner,” That answered your question right there. You laughed, excusing yourself from the bar. The room had filled up, many of the Avengers staff joined the team for these parties. The medical staff from the medical wing were here, as well as the secrataries Tony hired to answer PR emails.

As you scanned the room, you saw Natasha and Bucky tucked away in a dark corner. As Natasha promised, Bucky was wearing a brown suit with thin white vertical stripes. His long hair was gelled back, the white lights from the ceiling comically shining off of it. Scott was sitting with Cassie and Morgan, who were also dressed up. They were playing dolls, the only modern-ish looking things around the room. On the couch, Steve and Sam were sitting and passionately talking. Steve was waving his hands around while Sam laughed. However, Sam’s strong laughter stopped once he made eye contact with you. Taking it as a cue, you strutted up to the men.

“Hi boys,” You winked.

Sam winked back, dramatically raising his eyebrow. “Hello there gorgeous,” He had a small business card poking out of his simple brown jacket pocked. Gracefully, you bend down to retrieve a card. Sam Wilson, New York stock broker. How cute.

“Stock broker,” You say flirtasiously.

“Model?” Sam questioned.

“Actress,” Sam knodding approvingly, the corner of his lips lifting into a small charming smirk.

Steve was uncharacteristically silent. Usually during these events, he was chatting someones ear off. He insisted he wasn’t the biggest fan of the parties; yet he thought it was only polite to try to enjoy himself when they happed. You’d be a liar if you said Steve didn’t look sexy. His plain black suit jacket hugged his biceps generously. The tight mathcing pants didn’t leave much to the imagination. Steve’s pink lips were set in an intimidating frown. Like hell you’d let that scare you.

“Mind if I sit, gentlemen?” You asked.

“Feel free,” Sam stated.

Confidently, and before you could convince yourself otherwise, you plopped yourself into Steve’s lap. His face was etched with shock, but almost immediately fell back into his serious gaze. Sam nearly spit out the water he had been sipping on. Somehow, he stopped himself.

“I hope I’m not interuptting any business,” You combed your fingers through Steve’s hair. Like Bucky’s it also had gel. Not nearly as much, though. A few strands sat on his forehead, framing his beautiful face. Gently, you tug and twist on a few of the strands. “I’d hate to find myself in the middle of an important conversation,”

“Hardly,” Steve finally broke his silence. “We were just finishing up,”

“And what do you do, Mr. Rogers?” You take your hand and rest it underneath his chin, lifting it up so he is looking up at you. His striking blue eyes locked with yours in an instant.

He cleared his throat, “I run a few businesses,” His hand found the small of your back, thumb rubbing up and down the area gently.

“Define businesses. Mr. Banner down at the bar runs a car repair shop. Gorgeous Natasha over there is a jazz singer. Entertainment is big right now, I should know. Her date Mr. Barnes runs a speakeasy. Lots of sketchy characters there,”

“I’m very familiar with Mr. Barnes’ speakeasy,” Steve growled. His large hand came resting on your thigh. Agressively, he played with the flesh. Before you knew it, there were red marks where his hand had rested mere moments before. “I’m one of the sketchy characters you’re speakin’ about, sweets,”

Despite your characters confident facade, you struggled to keep up with it. Your overwhelming crush on Steve was making this interaction incredibly difficult. You could feel the raging heat on your cheeks. You couldn’t mistake the fluttery butterflies that occupied your stomach. Tony had been roaming around the party, waiting for people to break character. Like hell you were going to be caught. Who knows, maybe this could be your shot! Maybe this is the chance you’ve been waiting for to make a move on Steve. You’ve found yourself shy nearly every other opportunity you’ve gotten. Normally, you got cold feet and ran out of the room. The amount of times Natasha has had to cover for you is getting embarrassing.

“And sketchy you are. Those damn bars are illegal, now isn’t the time to be fumbling with the law,”

Steve chucked darkly, “Oh don’t act like you’re all pure and innocent. Hollywood runs rampit with anything illegal. Your folks love that stuff,”

“My folks?” You urged him to continue.

“You heard me the first time, doll. Nobody in that industry is the Virgin Mary. Everyone has that one thing they’d do anything for. Don’t villainize my peers because they like a taste of scotch every once in a while,”

“I’m not villainizing your peers because they like to get drunk on the weekend, Mr. Rogers,” You find your hand back in his blonde locks, twisting and tugging as you spoke. With this leverage, you pulled his hair to twist his head, exposing Steve’s ear. You decide to whisper, making the moment more intimate. “I’m villainizing you and your peers because you use illegal practices to keep yourself in business.

“You better chose your next few words very carefully, sweets,”

Steve Rogers was a mafia man. Golden boy, America’s solider, was a crime lord. And right now? You don’t mind.

“You’re gonna need to try harder than that if you want to shut me up,” The words spilled out of your mouth like milk out of a jug. The words were spoken as your confident, sexy actress character. Yet they hard truth to you. Not this false self someone else spun for you. Not the person gifted the silk red dress. You. You were speaking the truth you had held in for the longest time. The confession, though veiled by flirtatious banter, was transparent.

And Steve Rogers did exactly that. He leaned forward into your lips. His hands found their place on your hips, as yours found a place in his hair. Passionately, he kissed you. His lips violated yours sinfully, in a way that Jeuss Christ himself would need to turn his back from. But you didn’t care.

Breaking the kiss, Steve Rogers only said one thing.

“The only illegal things I’m doing tonight are the things I’m going to do to you,”

And you’d be damned if you stopped him.

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krirebr · 4 months

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I Can't Sleep, Cause My Bed's On Fire

Pairing: Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Dark!Female Reader x Dark!Steve Rogers, established Ransom Drysdale x f!reader, past Ransom Drysdale x Steve Rogers

Word Count: ~3.3k

Summary: In Germany, you and Ransom run into someone from his past. Part of the Psycho Killer AU

Warnings: Horror elements, feeding off people, references to mind control, explicit language, group sex (mmf), light degradation, a little past (and present) heartache, a lot of smut- All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Divider by @saradika-graphics

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A/N: Ahahahaha! Oh god, what have I done????

A HUGE thanks, as always, to @paperweight91 who let me flail all over her about this idea and read so, so much of it and talked me through the panic attack I always have when it's time to write smut.

Please come screech with me about this Steve. I'm so obsessed with him.

Ransom led you through the crowd by your hand. You lagged behind him as you tried to take in everything around you. People were dancing in cages, their eyes glossed over. There were humans laid out on tables as vampires fed on them. You saw no fewer than five couples fucking. This place was a wonderland.

While you were still in France, Ransom had heard rumors of a vampires-only club in Germany, so now, after chasing down leads, you were in Berlin. You hadn’t known what to expect from Valkyrie, but this was more than you could have dreamed. No one was hiding here, pretending to be human, pretending to be weak. Here things were in their natural order. Here, even after only a few minutes, you really felt at the top of the food chain. Your fangs dropped in excitement and you let them stay. You were with your people now.

Ransom took you to the bar, pulling you in front of him and resting his chin on your shoulder. “What do you have on tap?” he yelled above the din to one of the bartenders. They placed a narrow menu in front of you, then moved on to help someone else. You looked at the selection of blood, all different types, ages, and diets. Your eyes wandered down to the bottom of the menu. “Hey,” you said over your shoulder to Ransom, “what do you think the Captain’s Special is?”

He went completely still. “What’d you say?” he asked, deadly serious. Without waiting for an answer he sniffed deeply. “Oh shit. We have to get out of here. Right fucking now,” he said as he started pulling you away.

You stood your ground. “What? Ran, no! I wanna st–”

A chuckle over his shoulder interrupted you. “Of all the gin joints in all the world, huh, Ransom?”

He turned around very slowly to face an impossibly broad man, an inch or two taller than him with golden blonde hair and boy next door good looks. This new man looked about ten years younger than Ransom, but you knew better than to take that at face value. He reeked of power and experience.

“Steve,” Ransom said, cooly. “I thought you were still in Brooklyn.”

Steve shook his head, grinning. “Not for a few decades. It was time for a change.” He gave Ransom an obvious once-over. “You look good.”

Ransom scowled. “Where’s Bucky?”

Steve laughed and shrugged. “No idea. You know how Buck is.”

“I don’t actually.” Ransom said, and you weren’t sure you’d ever heard his voice be so cold. “I only met him at the end there.”

The grin didn’t leave Steve’s face. “Come on, you aren’t still upset about all that? You knew the score going in, Pup.”

“There were lots of things I didn’t know going in, Steve.”

Steve sighed. “You always were so stubborn,” he said, reaching a hand out to stroke Ransom’s cheek, and Ransom, right in front of your eyes, fucking leaned into it.

Without realizing it, a growl built up in your throat. Steve’s eyes cut to you for the first time. “Oh! And who’s this pretty little thing?”

At that, Ransom seemed to come back to himself. “None of your fucking business.”

Steve wasn’t deterred. His eyes bore into you. You’d never been looked at like that before. It was like he was looking inside you. You felt like he could see everything you’d ever done, everything you’d ever thought. It made you want to cower, but it also pulled you to him.

“Oh,” he said with a slight moan, “she is brand new. What’d you bring me, puppy?”

“I didn’t bring you anything.” Ransom growled. “She’s mine.”

Steve looked back at Ransom at that. “Yours? As in…”

“Yes.”

He looked at you critically. “Very interesting.” He held out a hand to you. “Steve Rogers. Welcome to my club.”

You took it and said your name. He brought your hand up to his lips and laid a soft kiss on your knuckles, then, as he released it, gave you a smile that you could only describe as predatory. “An absolute pleasure,” he said. He took a breath as if to say more when he was interrupted by someone in a club uniform whispering in his ear. He rolled his eyes. “I’ll be right there.” He turned back to Ransom. “I have to take care of this. But you should come back tomorrow night. I have a private room in the back. We’ll be able to catch up.” He glanced at you and licked his lips, then grabbed Ransom by the back of the neck and leaned in to give him one of the filthiest kisses you’d ever seen. Open-mouthed and wet. You could tell, even from the outside, how in control of it he was. It both made your knees weak and your blood boil. You were furious at Ransom for submitting to it. When he was done, he rested his forehead against Ransom’s and whispered, “I’ve missed you, Ran. Come back tomorrow.” When Steve pulled away, he winked at you. Then, over your head to the bartenders behind you, “Whatever they want is on me,” before disappearing back into the crowd.

Ransom grabbed your hand and tugged. “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he growled.

Once you were on the street outside, you pulled Ransom to a halt. “Who the fuck was that?” you shouted.

“That,” Ransom snarled, “was the fucking Captain!” At your blank look, he let out a heavy sigh. “Christ, you’re still so new. He’s a big fucking deal in our circles, ok? He’s a name. He’s known.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “He’s a famous vampire?”

“He’s a powerful vampire!”

“Well, I could obviously see that! It radiates off of him! What I’m asking is, who is he to you?”

Ransom backed himself up against the nearest building and leaned his head against the wall. He closed his eyes and sighed again. “He’s the one who turned me.”

“What?” was all you were able to say. You’d known, of course you’d known, that Ransom hadn’t always been a vampire, that he’d been turned at some point. But he’d never said a word about the circumstances and you honestly hadn’t given it much thought. Him being a vampire was just so natural to you, you couldn’t imagine him any other way.

And then you remembered how you'd felt when you'd first woken up when you'd opened your eyes and seen Ransom standing above you – everything you'd felt about him, the man who'd given you this incredible gift. The idea of Ransom feeling that way about someone else – about Steve – filled you with a fire so intense you wanted to spread it through this entire city, burn down absolutely fucking everything. “How long were you together?” You asked and you could feel how your voice shook.

“Less than a decade,” he said like he was trying to dismiss the whole thing.

You scoffed. “You say that like it isn't a long time!”

“It isn't! Not to him, not to someone that old. He fought in the Revolutionary War, ok? I was a one-night stand to him.”

“But he wasn’t that to you,” you hissed.

He didn’t say anything for a moment, then, finally, “No. He wasn’t.”

You’d never felt like this before, not even before, when you’d found out everything Andy had been up to. You’d never felt this all-consuming fire, this hate and despair and lust all swirling together. You wanted to put your fist through the brick wall next to you. You wanted to put Ransom through it. You wanted to fuck him right there on the street. It was only the fact that you equally wanted to do all three things at once that kept you from doing any of them.

Like he always could, Ransom read everything on your face, in your body. “I hate him, ok?” he said, reaching out and softly laying his palm against your cheek. “I hate him so much.” He was placating you but you still leaned into it.

“You want him,” you whined. It was obvious in the way he’d melted into Steve’s touch, Steve’s kiss.

“I do,” Ransom nodded and you growled. He stroked his thumb along your cheekbone to soothe you. “I’ll always want him, just like you’ll always want me and I’ll always want you. There’s something about that bond – when you turn someone. I don’t know, but no matter how much I hate him, I’ll always want him.”

“And he’ll always want you,” you snarled.

Ransom gave you a rueful smile. “That, I’m not so sure. He’s a couple hundred years old and I don’t think even he knows how many progeny he has. Plus he’s been in love with the same man since he was human. When Bucky came back, I was shown the door.”

You were finally starting to let go of your anger. You moved fully into Ransom’s space, placing one hand on his chest. “Fuck him, then,” you said. “Let’s go back in there, drink him out of house and home and then get the fuck out of Germany.”

Ransom rested his forehead against yours, in a mirror of what Steve had done to him, and sighed. “We can’t. We have to come back tomorrow night.”

“We don’t.”

“We do. He’s fixated on you now.”

You took a step back at that and looked at him, confused. “He barely looked at me!”

“Trust me, if we leave now, it’ll become an obsession, and he’ll come after us just to show us that he can. We don’t want that.”

For the first time that night, you felt a frisson of fear. “Does he want to hurt me?”

Ransom snorted and you had the shortest moment to be offended before he said, “He wants to fuck you. Both of us, probably.”

“What?” you asked, surprised. “What would be the point of that for him?”

He snorted again, “Besides orgasms?” he said and then sobered. “It’s a power play. You have to know that every single thing he does is a power play. Ok? You must remember that when we see him again.”

“Ok,” you nodded, a little frightened by his seriousness. But only for a moment, because quickly your thoughts were overtaken by a broad chest, thick thighs, and a perfect ass.

You looked up to see Ransom smirking at you. “Yeah,” he said, “whatever you’re imagining, it’s going to be so much better. It’s the best thing about him.”

You returned to the club the next night. Ransom had insisted on dressing you both – you in a form-fitting, off-the-shoulder dress that barely covered your ass and left your neck and chest exposed, him in a burgundy silk button-down, strategically unbuttoned, and tight black pants that made his ass pop. You were sure that if you could have looked at yourselves together in a mirror, it would have been a sight to behold.

Someone was called to the door when you got there and you were led directly to Steve’s private rooms in the back. You entered into a sort of sitting room, plush seating scattered throughout, arranged over lush rugs and under low lighting. Everything was dark wood and deep reds and blues. It communicated comfort, luxury, and, more than anything else, power.

Steve was already there, sitting in a large, wing-backed leather armchair. He looked, as ever, clean-cut, professional, and in charge. At his feet kneeled a dark-haired young woman, clad only in an expensive-looking slip made of silk and lace. You could smell the humanity on her. It took everything in you to not let your fangs drop right there. Steve slowly, gently, pet her head, like she were his dog. He gave a satisfied smile when he looked up at you both. “Good boy,” he said to Ransom. “I knew you’d come.”

Ransom huffed and pulled you so your back was flush against his chest. He layed a possessive arm across your stomach. “Of course. Who would dare ignore a summons from The Captain?” he said dryly.

Steve rolled his eyes but kept his smile. “Nothing as dramatic as all that. Am I not allowed to want to catch up with an old friend and his new lover?” Ransom scoffed but didn’t say anything, so Steve continued, gesturing to the woman at his feet. “I took the liberty of having something brought up from my private reserves for us to share. I remembered how you prefer the earthy ones, Ran. This one’s full-bodied and oaky, with the subtlest hint of vanilla. You’ll like it, I’m sure.” He stopped petting her, instead taking her hair in a harsh grip and moving her head to expose her neck.

At that, you couldn’t control yourself anymore, your fangs dropped with a hiss and you lunged forward. Ransom caught you, both arms around your middle and you let out a desperate whine. “I’m afraid we’ll have to decline,” he said. “My little rabbit still hasn’t quite mastered self-control and I would hate for there to be an accident with one of your favorites.”

Steve scoffed. “Of course, she doesn’t have any control with you being the one to teach her.”

You felt Ransom stiffen behind you, and you were able to pull yourself together enough to stop fighting to get loose. You sank back into him, partly to comfort and partly to apologize. You’d embarrassed him. You tipped your head back to try to whisper an apology, maybe, but Ransom just subtly shook his head and ran a comforting hand down your side.

“Well,” Steve said, patting the woman on the arm and then snapping at the door behind him, “can’t be helped, I guess. Pity.” He pulled out his phone and typed a message as she got up and left the room. “They’ll bring us something from the bar.”

“Excellent,” Ransom said, still running his hand up and down your side. “We haven’t eaten anything yet tonight.”

“Well,” Steve said with a smirk as there was a knock on the door and someone in the club’s uniform came in with a tray of drinks, “I promise you’ll both be very satisfied.” He passed a tumbler to each of you. “What should we cheers to?” he asked. Then his eyes narrowed in on you. “To new friendships,” he said, with a quirk of his lips.

You raised your glass, then took a sip and moaned. It was delicious, even though you missed the little cries and whimpers that usually accompanied a feeding.

You were so absorbed in your glass that you were surprised by Steve’s fingers circling your wrist. “You like it?” he asked, his voice low and husky, standing much closer to you than you’d realized. This close, he was completely intoxicating. His scent, the coldness of his touch, his power.

“I do,” you breathed, “it’s delicious.” Ransom’s arm wrapped across your body again, pulling you tight into him.

Steve ignored the display from Ransom, softly running his thumb over what had been your pulse point when you were human. “I’m glad,” he said. “I’m here to please.” He began to pull you away by your wrist and Ransom let out a short but obvious growl. Steve took his attention off you but left his hand and tsked. “You always were so possessive. I’d hoped you’d have grown out of that by now, but you’re still so young, aren’t you, pup?”

Ransom scowled. “I always hated it when you called me that.”

“No,” Steve said. He leaned forward and placed a soft but leading kiss on Ransom’s lips, squishing you between the two men. Your whole body was thrumming with need now. Steve pulled away, and Ransom moved his head to chase after him. “You loved it,” Steve whispered.

He grabbed your free wrist with his other hand and pulled you with him as he walked over to the nearest couch, perching on the arm. “Come here, little one. Let’s talk, just you and me.” He pulled you so you straddled his knee, and you could tell that you were soaking his pants leg through the tiny excuse for underwear you were wearing. “Oh, you are a needy thing, aren’t you? Maybe you should stay with me, hmm? I’m much more experienced and have so much more to teach you.”

You could feel Ransom’s hackles rising, even from a few feet away. You turned your head to look at him, still standing by the door, and his eyes were locked on you, just you. You bit your lip to hold back the moan at how he watched. You turned back to Steve and smiled seductively as you said, “And what would happen to me when Bucky comes back?”

Steve threw his head back and laughed. His eyes cut to Ransom as he said, “Jealous little thing!” He jerked his knee up, rubbing hard on your cunt and you gasped. “Yes, I’m sure he’s told you all about how I spurned him. Took advantage of his naivety. As if he ever had any. Is that what he told you? Am I the big bad?” You couldn’t answer him, could barely think, as his knee continued to grind against you. “Oh, little one, you are drenched. How does he handle you by himself? Ransom,” he called over your shoulder. “Come help your desperate thing.”

In an instant, you felt Ransom’s hands on your hips, and you couldn’t help the cry that tumbled out of you. He had your dress off before you could even register what he was doing. Steve groaned at the sight of the black lace that adorned your body. “You wrapped her up exactly how I like. Such a good puppy.”

You couldn’t hold back any longer. You tore through Steve’s shirt, sending buttons flying across the room. He lunged forward, kissing you, finally, demanding and aggressive, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, making you keep up with him. You felt Ransom’s own mouth on your neck, his hands on your breasts. Your hands fumbled their way down Steve’s abs and into his pants, freeing his cock—long, fat, and so, so hard for you. One of them, you weren’t sure which, tore away your underwear, the sting of the elastic snapping pushing you ever closer to the edge. In your periphery, you vaguely noticed Steve’s arm snaking around you and heard Ransom gasp. You wrapped a firm hand around Steve’s cock and stroked furiously, as Ransom’s fingers (you’d always know Ransom’s fingers) slid between your folds, his thumb quickly finding your clit while two fingers slipped inside you. You keened as he touched you exactly where he knew you needed it and sent you hurtling over the cliff of your orgasm. Your whole body shook with it, only managing to stay upright thanks to being sandwiched between these two men. It felt endless, but as the aftershocks ran their course, and you slowly came back down to earth, you registered Steve’s breaths growing more erratic and Ransom’s groans picking up behind you. You tightened your grip on Steve and increased the pace of your strokes to an inhuman speed until he bucked uncontrollably with a guttural moan and painted his spend all over your front. Seconds later, you felt Ransom’s own release on the small of your back. They both continued to jerk against you, gradually slowing down until the three of you were just one tangle of limbs, collectively trying to catch your breaths. You rested your head against Steve’s shoulder as Ransom collapsed against your back.

Steve looked over you both to the clock on the wall. “Well,” he said, his voice full of smug satisfaction, “we have about six hours til sunrise, and there’s a bed in the next room. Think we’ll be able to find a way to fill the time?”

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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 2 years

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SKINNY DIPPING- S.G ROGERS

Pairing: Frat! Boyfriend! Steve Rogers x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: you and the gang decide to have a little camping getaway before the summer 'officially' ends. what better way to end it then to go skinny dipping with your hot ass boyfriend?

Warnings: smut implied, teasing, skinny dipping/ nudity obs, swearing, biting, subtle dry humping, petnames, overall SUPER SUPER fluffy and sweet<3

Notes: this is my last 'summer' fic<33 i know the weathers getting a bit colder now, but its always time for skinny dipping hehe

xoxo -claire

It was faint, at first. A quiet, dull little hum- a pesky fly in your ear.

Pst. Psstt.

You groaned, still trending the waters of slumber as you swatted away at the noise, shooing it off so you could sleep.

Everything seemed louder when you were on the brink of consciousness, each noise seeming to rattle your eardrums. Even your own shallow breath was loud in your ears as you focused on it, now distinct from whatever dream you just had.

Pstttt.

Your hands felt up a blanket that had been draped across your body, tugging its warmth and fuzziness up to your shoulders to bury yourself.

Suddenly, a wetness was stuck on your skin, clinging to you neck. Your eyes shot open in a flash, the soft lighting of the lantern in the corner seeming to blind you as you took in your surroundings.

“Stevie? Did you just lick me?” you murmured sleepily, turning your body over to look up at the blonde golden retriever of a man leaning his head against his hand, a smile evident on his face.

“You weren't waking up.” he shrugged, as if licking you was a perfectly normal, acceptable answer. “So you decided to fucking lick me? You perv!” you groaned, swatting at him blindly as he laughed.

“Your perv tho angel face.” he smiled, fingers walking up your exposed shoulder peaking out from the blankets, kissing the spot gently.

“What time is it anyways?” you whispered, hand reaching out to grab your phone you had left somewhere beside you, squinting against the bright light of the two smiling faces that peered over at you.

Steve had taken your phone that day, snapping a photo of you mid laugh as you were sprawled on his chest, in his sweater he adored on you. You hated your laugh, but he made it look so beautiful in that photo.

He tended to do that with things, it seemed.

1:07am.

“When did I pass out?” you asked, flickers of the night coming back to you slowly. You were draped across Steve's lap at the bonfire, the smoke rising up among the trees to touch the shining stars above.

He was so warm, and smelt so comforting you had wanted nothing more than to pass out in his arms. It had appeared that you followed through with that plan, waking up in your shared tent, the fire now long put out.

“Few hours ago. I carried you back here and tucked my beautiful girl in because I didn't want Bucky and Sams pitiful jokes to wake you from your beauty sleep.”

“God bless.” you murmured softly making him chuckle as you snuggled back into his arm, tossing your phone back aside. You shut your eyes, a deep sigh escaping your lips as you snuggled closer to your boyfriend, his warmth providing heat like a furnace.

It was cold at night, but you weren't complaining. The summer this year had been constantly hot, each day feeling like you were gravitating closer and closer to the big ball of flames in the sky.

The only issue with the tent though, was when the morning came- it'd be weltering. Your throat would be dry and scratchy, the air stuffy as you'd squint against the light beating on the tarp, the bugs buzzing trying to get in through the closed zipper.

The joys of camping, you supposed.

“What are ya doin?” his gentle voice asked as you closed your eyes, bones like jelly as you felt yourself nearly slip back into slumber.

“Whatda mean what am I doing? Sleeping, obviously.” you mumbled, trying to discreetly sniff his cologne, its calming scent mixing with the smell of campfire smoke.

“No, no we’re going swimming silly. Remember?” he cooed, hand stroking small circles on your back, something he knew you adored.

“Don't pull that on me Rogers. We did not agree to go swimming at 1 in the morning.” you groaned, knowing you weren't getting out of this. You could try at least.

“I know we didn't, but I did. So… please?” You laughed, smacking him softly. “You're so good at convincing me baby. Please? That's it, that's your all?”

He sighed, a fake pout etched into his face. “Oh please my dear lady, may I have the pleasure of this swim?”

“Improvement.” you muttered, making him chuckle. “I don't have a bathing suit on my person, and I don't have the energy to look for one. It's dark, and it's cold and I’m tired.” you huffed, draping your body across his under the blankets you shared in an attempt to get him to stay on the comfort of your air mattress before it sank.

“Skinny dipping honey. You really think I’d want you to cover that beautiful body up? And we use body heat, stop your complaining.” he teased, planting kisses to your skin as you groaned.

You sat up, legs straddling his toned chest as the blanket fell around your thighs like a cloak, the cold air biting at you from the tent's thin walls. You shivered, goosebumps raising on your skin.

“Arms up.” he whispered, a sparkle in his eye. He had won, the bastard.

You stuck your tongue out at him, obeying as you lifted them, his helpful hands guiding (his) soft, football sweater- throwing it to the ground.

“Beautiful..” he murmured, mesmerized as he took you in like it was his first time seeing you. It never failed to make you giddy, excitement blossoming in your chest as it rose steadily.

Warmth sparked across your body as his fingers traced your body, cupping your breasts, thumbs toying with your nipples as you squirmed.

“Don't tease.” you groaned softly, not wanting to wake the neighboring tents.

“M’not teasing. I’m just enjoying.”

“Same thing Stevie.” you giggled, hips rolling against his as his hands gripped your hips, feeling his bulge through the pajama pants.

“Fuck if you keep doin that I’m not gonna be able to swim honeybuns.” he sighed, lower lip tucked between his teeth as you glided your fingertips against the ridges of his abs, his skin soft to the touch.

“That's my plan.” you smiled softly, squealing as he sat up suddenly, nipping at your arm. “Choose a backup one.”

You laughed, hand covering your mouth to stifle the noise as he swept you up in his arms, crouching and muttering complaints as he stumbled over various items scattered across the tent, his head bumping into the tarps ceiling.

It was getting harder and harder to hold back your giggles as he struggled to unzip the tent, playfully pinching you as you teased him. Finally, you gave in- helping him unzip the tent, the cold air hitting you like a freight train the second the door fluttered open.

“Stevie it's fucking cold!” you whined, clinging onto him even tighter.

“And you're hot.” he smirked, making his way around the now put-out fire and empty beer cans, the faint sound of Bucky and Sam's snores following the to of you as you made your way to the water.

“I hate you.”

”You love me.”

The two of you bickered as he carried you on the path through the forest, fireflies and the moonlight bursting through the clouds illuminating his way.

Twigs snapped under his feet, echoing against the trees as the little lake appeared in sight, the sound of frogs croaking drowning out his ample teasing.

“If you keep wiggling like that I’ll throw you in. You know I will.” he threatened, your sudden fear making you still in his arms as he finally set you down.

You crossed your arms, staring at your boyfriend as he motioned for you to remove your shorts. “Oh so now I gotta get naked first?! But this was your idea!” You snorted, gesturing the same motion to him.

“Your tops already off.” he tilted his head, getting more impatient by the minute. But he wouldn't let you win. Steve was stubborn like that sometimes.

Didn't mean you wouldn't try though.

“Yours is off too.”

“It was never on in the first place sweetcheeks.”

You sighed, closing your eyes in defeat as you started shimmying off your bottoms, the little warmth they provided to your thighs now gone as they hit the sandy beach floor.

He smiled, letting out a whistle. “Hot damn.”

“Its nothin you haven't seen before. Now get naked before I throw you in.” You rolled your eyes.

“Yes ma’am.” he mock saluted, face stern and serious you couldn't help but giggle as he followed suit, stripping down to nothing. You noticed the goosebumps form on his skin, golden hair standing on edge as you neared him.

He was beautiful. So beautifully sculpted, like the god's had molded him from clay with their bare, angelic hands. He seemed to glow and shimmer, his aura warm and soothing as his large arms wrapped around you once more.

You would never get over how good it felt to have skin-to-skin contact with him. Something you never really received as a child. It was intimate and special, regardless of what you were doing.

“What's that look for?” he murmured gently, hand cupping your face as his thumb rubbed your cheek softly.

“What look?”

“The look you're giving me right now. Where you look like you're under a trance.” he smiled, thumb dragging across your bottom lip, giving it a little tug. “Cause I am. You're beautiful.” you confessed, still feeling a tinge of shyness creep up upon you despite dating him for years.

“Awh. Cute.”

A scream left your lips as you felt your body suddenly being tossed in the air like one of Steve's footballs at practice, soaring in the sky before the cold, frigid water hit your bare skin.

A chill seeped through your bones, freezing you as you blew bubbles out your nose to breathe, paddling to break the surface.

“YOU ASSHOLE!” you shrieked, sputtering on cold, bitter water as you wiped the wet hairs from your face. He laughed from his warmer, (and drier) spot upon shore, slowly making his way out in the water.

You watched his teeth clench the farther he made his way out to you, and you wanting nothing more than to dump him under just so he’d know how it'd feel.

“Yeah? It's fucking cold isn't it prick?” you raged, splashing the freezing water on him. “Alright alright I’m sorry! I’m so sorry honey.” he laughed, hands blocking his face from your angry splashes, scooping you up in his arms.

“You're so mean to me.” you whimpered, wrapping your body around his, lips moving against his neck. His chuckle shoke your body, making you hold onto him tighter, scoffing.

“I’m sorry for throwing you in okay? You can do whatever you want back to me.” he reassured, swaying you back and forth like a newborn babe in his arms, the water rippling in the moonlight with each movement.

You smirked at his words, tongue darting out to lick a droplet of water that dripped down from his soaked hair. “Did you just lick me?”

“Paybacks a bitch.” you sang, a purr rumbling in your throat as his hand caressed your lower back, rubbing it soothingly in patterns you could follow and trace in your mind.

His skin tasted sweet as you nibbled on it with teeth, the sounds of his breathing hitch and skip making you smirk.

“Do ya think anyone else is coming for a swim?” you asked, knowing your scream sent the birds flying from their nests, most likely waking the boys who were fast asleep in their tents when you left.

“Maybe. But I call digs on you if they do.” Steve replied, in his ever so teasing manner. “We should be okay though sweetheart. We’ll just stay quiet from now on- yea?”

You nodded in agreement, nails lingering on the water droplets. There was a heat rising to your belly, spreading through your veins as he held you, kissing your skin as you did to his.

His lips were soft and plump as they nuzzled your skin, a low moan leaving you as he nibble gently.

“Shhh. Quiet.” he whispered, the sounds of the toads removing their croaking, the crickets going back to their chirping filling the air once more.

Steve had carried you to where it was shallow enough for you to touch, toes brushing the cold, wet sand that darted between your toes as you sank onto its cushions. You slipped your hand down, dipping under the water to stroke his v line.

“Careful honey.” he groaned, knowing exactly where the gears in your head were turning.

You just smiled, glad you had decided to go swimming after all.

Very, very glad.

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marvelilovebucky · 2 months

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This is the new Budapest. What happened in 1934?

#marvel #mcu #bucky barnes #steve rogers #captian america #the white wolf #the winter soldier #sebastian stan #chris evans

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i-like-superheros · 4 months

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*Thanos lays everyone out* … Cap standing on business with a half broken shield.

#mcu universe #mcu fandom #mcuedit #mcu icons #chris evans #captain america #avengers endgame #avengers civil war #all about captain america #captian america civil war #captian america #steve rogers #captian america edit

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smaptain-smerica · 11 months

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Spare me your Time

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Summary: After a rough start to life, Y/n accepts her dream job continuing her father's research. Someone from the past comes back into her life, and she hesitates to establish a connection. He spared her life, will she spare him some of her time in return? Word Count:9.4K Warnings: Death of father, cursing, Forceful obedience, insomnia, the reader has the serum

You usually worked late. All your required assignments were completed in record time, earning you a high standing among the other scientists and engineers. Granted, not everybody knew that you were the boss's daughter.

The company that your father and his brother had started always remained a secret to the world, even to you in some ways. What you could gather from short dinner table conversations was that they were collecting research on how medicines affect different kinds of people and attempting to create unique medicines based on physical and mental assessments.

Growing up around this secret medicine world inspired you to want to become a biomedical engineer just like your father. You wanted to follow in his footsteps and revolutionize medicine and technology for the better.

They would take volunteers to do the scans curate a medicine specifically for them. It would take into consideration their mental age, physical age, and physique to determine the best equations and medicines to help them. The end goal was to be able to take a simple scan of someone's body and output a pill designed perfectly for them in minutes. The only thing they managed to successfully create was personalized allergy medicine. For over a decade of work, it seemed like a small accomplishment, but your father always said it was only the foot in the door.

What was happening under the company's surface was shady dealings by your uncle. One day when your father was out of town on a business trip, your uncle asked if you’d like to sit in the machine for a scan. Your father never let you before so of course you said yes. Your uncle discovered the unmatched potential you carried with you within your brain and body. He kept the scans a secret from your father, even you, and he began to scheme his way toward evil.

Your uncle had heard about the Winter Soldier and the secret HYDRA program they were creating for it. He heard tales of horror from the scientists he regularly kept in touch with. Ultimately, he decided that he could create a serum ten times better than the one HYDRA had used. His serum would eliminate the need for brainwashing and mind-controlling commands. His version of the serum would subject the recipient to obedience. How someone would control them was still in the works, but he began working secretly on the serum, testing it on various rodents until he thought it was perfect.

It was your 15th birthday, midnight on the dot when your uncle woke you from your sleep saying he had a surprise. Hoping it was a new car, you got up to follow him. He knocked you out cold and strapped you to a chair in a lab in the basement. He had injected you with his version of the serum, fire pumping through your veins and melting you from the inside out. In a groggy state, you watched your father burst into the room, frantically trying to find you. He was furious, more furious than you had ever seen him in your life. Unfortunately, your uncle was faster, shooting him square between the eyes with a concealed weapon, as though he was waiting for this moment.

For a few months, your uncle has put you through a series of tests. Your speed, strength, and durability had increased, but not in the way he had hoped. There was only a 75% increase in physical attributes. Instead, it was your mind that had been maximized to its full potential. Suddenly you gained a photographic memory with the ability to memorize quickly. You could see or hear instructions for something once and instantly perfect it. He sat you in the library, forcing you to watch countless videos and read countless books. You had become fluent in 15 different languages in only 6 months and knew every Jiu-Jitsu move there was and more. Though you might not have been as strong as the Super Soldiers, your uncle had hopes you could outsmart them.

So, from 16 and on you earned the highest education possible. Graduating high school at 17, college at 20, and finally, a master's degree in biomedical engineering at 23. You were halfway through earning your Ph.D. when someone walked into your life that changed it forever.

The serums effects weren’t 100%, but you were only the first test subject. There was some free will in the sense that you could go and do whatever you want, but unless someone told you otherwise, it was in your nature to listen. Stay here, never leave, work on this project, go get me this, when you were younger you didn’t even realize this was happening. People just told you that you were helpful and kind-hearted. Your uncle knew though, and used it to his advantage.

One of your favorite songs played ever so softly next to you from a small speaker while you worked in the lab. The only light was a desk lamp over your workstation. It was in the early hours of the morning, so you had to be quiet to not bring suspicions to your project. You sang gently to yourself as you squeezed a drop of blood onto a microscope sheet and then put your work-in-progress anti-serum serum over the top of it. You brought your eyes to the scope, examining what was happening within the red and white blood cells.

The sound was hardly noticeable but still caused you to freeze up. Slowly, you straighten your posture and turn around. Your hand shut off the music as you listened intensely, but only the sound of your heartbeat was in your ears.

Finally, a dark figure appeared in the small ring of light around you. Your eyes widened and you took a step backward in fear, knocking over the stool in the process. In front of you stood a tall man with dark, long hair and a face covered by a mask. You wouldn’t have recognized him if it weren’t for the silver, metal arm that hung from his shoulder.

Your uncle told you stories of him, you’ve read about him and yet, still didn’t think he was real.

The winter soldier.

“I know who you are.” You choked out, embarrassed by how small your voice sounded. He didn’t move, didn’t blink, you could have sworn you saw his head tilt ever so slightly.

“Did you come here to kill my uncle?” Your voice hardly came out as a whisper. As terrified as you were for your own life then, you hoped he would say yes.

The winter soldier nodded.

“Did you do it?” You asked.

He nodded again.

You felt relief flood over you. You were free. Your body let go of a weight that you didn’t know was attached to you as the confirmation settled in your mind.

“Thank you.” You whispered, half to the mysterious assassin before you, and half to the universe.

He raised a pointer finger and seemed to aim it directly behind you. You glanced back at your work and then back at him.

“What am I doing?” You asked.

He only responded with a nod. A man of few words, you thought.

You sighed. Oddly enough, he was the inspiration behind it. He, you, and all the other people your careless uncle killed trying to create the “perfect” soldier.

“I’m trying to fix it. Fix us.” You responded grimly.

Your attention is fixed now on his eyes. His blue and enticing eyes seemed to sparkle with some emotion that was hard to place as he looked at the table and then back at you. The winter soldier hesitated it seemed. Looking at your work, then you, down at his hand, then back up again. You were scared he was going to kill you for even being a witness. But he didn’t. He took a few steps backward, disappearing out of the light and into the dark before he swiftly left the lab.

You let out a breath that you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. The fear of coming close to death exited your body like an exorcism. Your legs wobbled as you caught yourself on the workbench. What were you going to do now? You were free. Free from your uncle's grasp, and the experiments, you could leave the house. Hell, you could move states. You turned around and looked at your work. Seeing that your current antidote failed, you sighed in defeat and gathered up your notebook. You would- no, needed- to finish this. But it could wait. Now, you were going to take everything you had and discover a new life for yourself.

If one thing hadn’t changed, it was that you still worked late into the night. By textbook definition, you were a night owl. It was hard to get to sleep and stay asleep with your mind constantly reeling with thoughts. You were just coming back from a run around the compound at 1:30 am. The Avengers compound was so peaceful at night. The gentle sounds of the water and the humming of crickets were your favorite.

Water from the kitchen was the first place you wanted to go. When you opened the fridge you spotted a few Gatorades. You knew they were Clint’s, he had explicitly told you not to touch them. However, Clint was gone for the week, visiting his family. That was plenty of time to cover up your crimes.

You headed back to the lab, having thought of another formula to scribble down while on your run. To your surprise, the light to your lab was on. None other than your boss, Tony Stark, was flipping through one of your sketchbooks. It wasn’t a surprise to find him snooping through your drawings. You and he were collaborating on a prosthetic contraption for his friend Rhodes. It was odd to see him here this late, however.

“Burning the midnight oil, Mr.Stark? Now you’re taking after me.” You teased while leaning in the doorway.

Tony looked up at you and gave you a crooked grin.

“No shit, Sherlock.”

To you, it wasn’t just an expression. Your photographic memory stood out to Tony the first day you met. He called you Sherlock Holmes because of your ability to memorize and analyze every single detail of a picture while only seeing it for one second. The real reason Tony had hired you was because he was fascinated with you and your fathers' research. He agreed to fund your research in its entirety as long as he got to slap a stark label on it when it was finished.

“I’m liking these designs, kid.” He pointed to the paper at one drawing in particular.

“How quickly do you think you could whip up a prototype for this one?”

You walked over to him and peered over his shoulder. You hummed in thought.

“A carbon fiber prototype, a couple of days. But a functioning one I would need about 3 weeks if I halted my other projects.”

Tony tapped his fingers against his chin and nodded. He hadn’t taken his eyes off your designs for the entirety of the conversation.

“That’s great. Yeah, that’s perfect. Get a prototype of these put together for me would ya?”

You brought your fingers to your forehead and saluted him.

“You’re the boss.”

Tony smiled at you, placing a hand on your shoulder before heading for the door.

“Tony!” You called after him which caused him to halt and face you.

“Why did you actually come down here?” You asked. You could sense it, there was something that he wanted to say but either changed his mind or couldn’t gather the courage.

“Your uncle worked with super soldiers, right?” He asked. You were shocked by the unexpected question and suddenly nervous. Nobody on the team knew you had some variant of the serum coursing through you. It was part of the reason you worked out at night when everyone was asleep. So nobody could see the obvious above-average strength that you carried

“He was fascinated by them, yes.” You finally replied. “He tried many times to recreate the serum but failed.”

“Are you trying to recreate it?”

Your heart nearly stopped beating and your face went ghostly white at the question. Tony pulled out one of your older notebooks from behind his back. It was the one you used for antidote equations.

“Please give that back.” You asked quietly.

“I was looking for your research on the medicines, because I’m allowed to do that since I fund your whole project, and I came across that. I didn’t mean to, but now that I have I’m concerned.”

“No, it’s not like that. I was…” you were scared to admit it. You were scared that the truth might slip up and come out. You weren’t ready for that to happen just yet.

“I was trying to figure out how to reverse it.” You finally admitted, avoiding eye contact with Tony.

Tony looked deep in thought at the book for a moment before tossing it back in your direction. You caught it with ease by the spine.

“You are one of the smartest people I’ve ever met.”

That was his way of leaving the conversation. Your heart swelled with pride at the compliment as you looked at the book. Maybe it was time to start looking into this once again.

The next morning the compound was alive and buzzing with commotion. Unfortunately, because you were often late going to bed you were also late to rise. It was unusual for you to get out of bed before 10:00 am. It was a good thing your boss was generous.

You often worked with the Avengers in your lab. Over the short few years there developing your father's research you accidentally created an ointment that could heal any external superficial wounds. Punctures, scrapes, and lacerations, all of which happen to be occupational hazards for the enhanced superhumans. They were fully stocked with the ointment in the med bay but, for some reason, they liked to bother you more.

Natasha was drinking a coffee and reading a book at the island in the kitchen when you strolled in still in your pajamas, looking for what scraps were left of breakfast.

“Good morning, y/n.” She spoke smoothly.

“Morning.” You yawned, picking up a cold piece of bacon off the plate and began munching.

“What’s with all the commotion?”

Natasha set down her book and turned her attention fully towards you.

“New recruit. A friend from Steve’s childhood.”

“Steve’s childhood?” You asked, astonished. “Isn’t he, like, 100 years old?”

Natasha hummed a chuckle. “Yes, he is. We’re having a meeting to discuss it, I’m sure Tony wouldn’t mind if you sat in.”

“Oh, no,” you responded quickly to the offer. “I gotta get to work. I’m sure I’ll run into him at some point.”

Natasha smiled and stood up as a way of saying goodbye. You smiled at her as well before taking your breakfast to go towards your lab.

You rounded the corner and stopped in the doorway, noticing a young teenager standing in the lab. He must have heard you because he whipped around and looked at you wide-eyed and surprised.

“Hi, um, I’m Peter. Mr. Stark told me to wait here for you.”

You chuckled at the awkwardness of his stance and speech as you walked into the room.

“Hi Peter, I’m y/n. I’ve heard about you, you’re the spider kid, right?” You asked, noticing that he had been flipping through the notebooks you left open on the table.

“Yeah, um, spiderman, actually.”

You smiled at him. Tony told you about a genius superhero kid he wanted to recruit. Tony called you kid, and being 26 you definitely weren’t. You just didn’t expect this recruit to actually be a kid. You did some research into him. Even gained access to his school transcripts. He was a wickedly smart kid, particularly in science. You were looking forward to meeting him.

“When Tony discovered you, he asked me to look into how you get around. Your webs.” You remarked.

Peter looked down at his wrists briefly before returning his gaze to you.

“What about them?”

You smirked a little.

“Do you think we could play around with them?”

About an hour and a half later you and Peter had created a mess of your lab. Webbing was hung in every corner. Different colored webbing strands caused your lab to look like an entire case of silly string had exploded.

When Tony walked into the lab, you and Peter were hanging in bunk bed-styled web hammocks, Peter asking you questions about his chemistry homework while you scribbled down some notes on one of the high-tech tablets.

Both your attention turned to your boss and then you looked at each other. Tony sighed, bringing his hand to the bridge of his nose and pinching it out of frustration.

“I should have known. Alright, y/n get back to work. Peter, you’re with me.”

Peter's face was bright red after being scolded by Tony. You were used to it. He never punished you really, he knew you’d get your work done. Once Peter had left, you looked around the room at all the webbing strung everywhere. Peter said it would dissolve over time, but how long would that be?

When you got to work on the prototype, time flew by. Your lab door remained closed while blasting all your favorite music. Tony had stopped by around dinner to bring you a plate and let you say goodbye to Peter before you continued in your work trance. The next time you checked to see what time it was, it was just after midnight.

You took a moment to admire your work. Surprisingly, you’d gotten most of it done in record time. You decided you would take a break to go for a run and then stay up the rest of the night to finish it. You would sleep when it was completed.

You had taken the long route on your run after deciding you would stay up to finish the project. You picked a trail through the trees, enjoying all the crisp earthy smells that entered your lungs. The moon was bright enough outside that you didn’t need a flashlight. You took the time to have FRIDAY read you the information available to you about the new recruit. You discovered there were a lot of information files that you didn’t have access to. You didn’t have a high clearance since you weren’t a world-saving Avenger, but it still piqued your interest.

Once you returned from your run, you decided the best way to wake yourself up was a cold shower and a shot of espresso. You’d need the small extra boost of energy to power through. While you waited for the coffee to brew, a noise drew your attention.

Your brain never allows you to forget a face. The photographic memory always brings a picture to the front of your mind. This picture brought back a feeling of fear and dread. Those eyes, those captivating blue eyes, and the long, dark hair. It was him. The man that terrified you, but spared your life.

“Um,” he spoke, drawing your attention from the depths of your mind back to the dark kitchen.

“Your coffee?”

You looked back to the espresso machine that was spilling out onto the drip tray below. You cursed to yourself as you quickly put a cup underneath the spouts.

“Sorry, you just… startled me.”

You hesitated on how to continue the sentence. Surely he remembered you, right? Probably not. The winter soldier had been around for decades.

It now made sense how he could be Steve’s childhood friend.

He threw a half-hearted smile your way while sitting down at one of the bar stools.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting anybody to be up this late.” He spoke quietly. You examined him for a moment. Broad shoulders and a long-sleeve shirt with a pair of gloves hid his arms, the real tell sign he was the winter soldier. Maybe you were wrong, maybe he was just a normal guy who got cold. Or maybe he had eczema. But those eyes, you could never forget those eyes.

“Nobody usually is. I can just never get my mind to shut off long enough to sleep.” You admitted, throwing back the shot of espresso. Your face twisted up at the extreme bitterness as you turned around to rinse out the glass.

You heard him chuckle a little.

“I understand more than you think. But it doesn’t look like you’re trying to sleep, either.”

It was your turn to hum a small, amused chuckle in response.

“No, Stark’s got me on a project and I’m almost finished. I’m just going to pull an all-nighter.”

While you were watching him, the way he moved and talked, he seemed gentle. He was trying his best to make himself seem smaller than he actually was. It was odd, this was the same man that was in front of you that day but with an entirely different demeanor. What was once rigid and intimidating was now gentle and enticing. You still couldn't get past the whole murderous assassin thing, if it weren't for that you would be enjoying the company of an attractive man.

“Really? What do you do?” He asked.

Your work was your passion. It’s all you wanted to do. Create medicines and machines to help people. Naturally, your face lit up as you spoke.

“I’m a biomedical engineer. Tony is funding my fathers' research on personalized medicines. What I do is I take a scan of your brain and body, then it gives me a series of equations to create the perfectly chemically balanced medicine for you. They were only successful once with a volunteer's allergies, but I’m hopeful it will expand.”

His face lit up slightly while watching you go on a tangent. His gaze softened and a smile crept up to his lips.

“You look awfully young to be this far in your career.” He commented.

“And you look awfully young to be 100.” You snapped back subconsciously. Realizing what had just come out of your unfiltered mouth, you gasped and clamped a hand over your mouth.

“I am so sorry.”

He chuckled from where he was in his seat and shook his head back and forth.

“No, don’t apologize. That was good.”

“I have a photographic memory.” You blurted out before you could embarrass yourself further.

“I’m somewhat of a genius, by technical standards I suppose.”

“That’s very lucky. Your father must be proud.” He hummed.

“He would be.”

Your heart sank a little. You knew your father would have been proud of you. Especially with everything you’ve been through. Truthfully, you didn’t feel your gift was luck. It was forced upon you. Not that you weren’t grateful to be smart, it just wasn’t something you would have chosen willingly. A gift laced with guilt and shame. It was part of the reason you wanted to create an antidote. Just in case there was part of you that wanted to go back to simpler things, and maybe that would be available to him one day as well.

The man seemed to notice the past tense of the phrase you used and frowned a little. It was obvious he tried to switch topics very quickly.

“So, what are you working on with Tony?”

You were grateful to be off that topic, happily jumping to the next one.

“We’re working on some prosthetics for Rhodes. I’m going to use the brain scanning technology to try and create an external neurotransmitter system that will allow him to have full function of his limbs as if they were never injured. All, with a sleek design that would be practically undetectable when worn underneath clothing.”

He stared at you for a moment, his eyes wide and bright as a smile formed on his lips.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman as extraordinary as you.”

You felt a heat rise to your face that you quickly dismissed with a wave of the hand. On one side of the coin, that compliment nearly made your heart jump from your chest. On the other, he was still the world's most notorious super soldier assassin. And he was acting like he didn’t know you. Or perhaps, didn’t remember?

“There’s this great running trail through the trees. If you go down to the training center and out the east door it’ll lead you right to it. It’s usually what I do when I can’t sleep.” You offered, deciding it was best that you got back to your work as quickly as possible.

The man’s face lit up once again as he looked out the windows and then back in your direction.

“That sounds great, actually. I’ll do that. Thank you, um…” he paused, looking to you for confirmation of your name.

“Y/n.” You realized you had gone through that entire conversation not introducing yourselves. You had remembered his name from the file and just assumed he knew you. You aren’t an Avenger so it was a silly thing to assume.

“And it’s James, right?”

“Yeah, James. But you can call me Bucky.” Bucky replied, standing up from his chair.

“Bucky it is then. It was nice to meet you.” You introduced yourself.

“I’ll see you around, Y/n.”

Your feelings were conflicted the entire time you continued to work on the project. You enjoyed the conversation and enjoyed his company. Truthfully if you didn’t need to get back to work you could have talked to him all night. If it weren’t for the damn fact that you could remember his face. The Winter Soldier. Of course, you would find yourself attracted to him.

“Fuck me.” You grumbled.

After what felt like hours of working, you took a step back to look at the wire-covered model on the mannequin in front of you. You smiled gently. It was exactly how you had drawn it. And, to make it easier on yourself, you had created it in a way that if Tony liked it you could start right away on the actual model. You looked down at your watch to check the time.

8:27 am.

Well, it’s not the longest you’ve stayed up, but it certainly is the longest in months. You exited your lab and made your way down the maze of hallways. The unfamiliar sound of chatter made itself present as you approached the kitchen for a snack before heading to bed.

You rounded the corner, the sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows blinding you. The white noise of conversation stopped and by the time your eyes adjusted to the light, you discovered everyone was staring at you.

“What?” You asked, picking up an apple off the counter.

“It’s 8:30 am,” Steve commented from his place at the stove, flipping pancakes.

“Thanks, captain obvious.” You grumbled before taking a bite of the apple.

Snickers broke out in the group before Natasha spoke up next.

“You’re never up this early.”

“That’s because I haven’t gone to bed yet.” You smiled as the group broke off into another fit of laughter. You noticed Bucky sitting off to the side, somewhat isolated but still close enough to engage in conversation. He smiled at you gently, which you returned.

“If anyone sees Tony tell him my prototype is complete. But from me, good morning, good afternoon, and goodnight.”

A symphony of different farewells followed you from the group as you made your way to your room. You didn’t bother to change, falling asleep as soon as your head hit your pillow.

Bucky hadn’t stopped thinking about you from the moment he met you. From the moment he saw you, there was a pull. He felt it in his heart like a magnet.

While he and Steve were throwing around the shield on the front lawn, he asked questions about you. What did you do during the day, where was your lab, and what were you like to be around? Steve answered all the questions with a mischievous smile.

“Leave it to you to get the hots for a girl on your first day.” Steve teased.

Bucky laid in bed thinking about it. He thought about your face, how familiar you looked. He wasn’t stupid, he knew the face you made whenever you first laid eyes on him in the kitchen. The face of someone who had met the winter soldier. For the life of him, he just couldn’t remember where.

There was no way he was sleeping. Not for a while at least, if at all. He got up and got dressed in some workout clothes. He figured he would take this opportunity to ask you to go on a run, and maybe get to know you better.

He knew he was screwed when he started to wonder what you would think of his outfit. He changed his shirt twice before grumpily giving up. Using the instructions Steve had given him on how to get to your lab, he was off on his quest. A pep in his step and a nervous flutter in his stomach.

Your lab was at the end of a hallway, the wall lined with glass windows and a glass door so he could see what you were doing. He watched you sway to the music while you tinkered with some wires on the table. He looked at the prototype on the mannequin's legs and smiled. You really did work fast.

As he approached the closed door he could hear the music playing. It sounded familiar to him, but he wasn’t sure why. He slowly opened the glass door but it was obvious you didn’t hear him because you didn’t look up. You kept singing along to the song playing.

I finished my mission. Eliminate Harold L/n and leave no witnesses. It was quite easy, an unmarried man in an estate too large for his own good. Nobody would miss him.

As I was heading back to the exit, I heard a soft voice talking. No, not talking, singing. I growled in annoyance. Of course, someone was here at this ungodly hour of the night, why wouldn’t they be? It was just my luck.

I followed the gentle sounds of the song down a flight of stairs to what looked like an unused basement. To my right, I saw a faint yellow light coming from the window in one of the doors. I slowly approached, opened the door, and slipped inside.

As I approached, I noticed it was a woman. She had heard me because the music shut off and she looked around frantically. She hadn’t seen me yet, but she already looked terrified of getting caught.

I stepped into the light and made eye contact with her. Big, round, beautiful e/c eyes staring back at me. The fear turned into recognition. What she said to me took me by surprise.

“I know who you are.”

She knows me? How could a scientist have known who I was? It was more likely she was in on the serum recreation. She probably had to learn about me and study me.

“Did you come here to kill my uncle?”

Her uncle, great. Family member as a witness. Let’s hope his brother isn’t around anymore.

I nodded in response to her question.

“Did you do it?” She asked again, her voice coming out with a twinge of desperation. Confused by her question, I simply nodded again.

Then, she did something unexpected. Her whole body relaxed like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, and she thanked me. She thanked me. It nearly made me tear up hearing those words. It has been a very very long time since anybody has shown me gratitude. Especially for killing their relatives. I was even more confused now about how she knew who I was. Was she forced to research the serum? Was that what she was doing now? Surely not, not this late anyway.

I pointed to the work behind her and she accepted my action as the question I was trying to ask.

“I’m trying to fix it. Fix us.”

I was left with more questions than answers. There were probably a million different things that she could be talking about. My mind held out hope that one was true; the serum. And us, made me think she had it too.

I looked down at my gun, then back at the woman. If HYDRA found out I had left a witness, there’s no telling what would become of me. Although, something deep inside of me pulled for her to survive, to spare her. In the small chance, it was the serum she was trying to reverse, I needed to let her live. So despite direct orders, I left.

“Earth to Bucky!”

Y/n’s voice brought Bucky back to reality. The memory had hit him like a truck. The song you were listening to triggered the memory back into his brain. He was right, you had known him. Why didn’t you say anything?

“Huh, what?” Bucky responded to your attempt at grabbing his attention.

“I said are you okay, do you need something? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You were sitting in your rolling chair, arms across your chest as you watched him, your head tilted.

“No, I’m good. I forgot why I came here actually. Goodnight.” Bucky said to you as he tried to leave the room as quickly as possible. He had hardly let you get out the words good night before shutting the door and disappearing into the compound.

For the last half hour, you had been thinking about how odd Bucky had acted. He came to your lab, opened the door, then changed his mind and left. In truth, it disrupted your thoughts so much that you had to stop and take a break from work.

You made your way down to the training center, preparing your headphones for your run through the trees. Had to take advantage of the moon being at its peak.

Once you entered the training room you noticed a familiar figure at the punching bags. There was one already broken and seeping sand on the floor. You swallowed as you approached, hoping to catch his attention before you got there.

“Bucky?” You asked, but he kept going.

You walked around to his left side, standing to the side. Now there was no way he could use the excuse of not hearing you.

“Bucky.” You said but got ignored again.

Now frustrated, you shifted your positioning so you were now looking him in the eyes while he wailed into the punching bag. Frustration boiled inside of you. So much, so that while he was in the drawback of one of his punches, you stuck your hand out and caught him before it hit the bag.

Your hand stung as it collided with the hard surface underneath his boxing wrap. Instinctively you brought your hand to your stomach and held onto it.

“Holy shit that hurt.” You hissed as you doubled over and favored your hand.

You looked up at Bucky and saw the shocked expression on his face as he stared at you.

“You couldn’t have worn a short sleeve shirt or something? Shit.” You flicked your hand to try and shake the pain away.

“How did you do that?” He asked. You looked at him, making strong eye contact as your heart began to beat out of your chest.

“I used to do jujitsu.” You attempted to explain.

“That wasn’t jujitsu, you stopped my metal arm mid-swing. How did you do that?” Bucky started to get more demanding. You hadn’t told anyone you had the serum, you wouldn't let anybody here figure that out. So to avoid that conversation, you turned to walk away.

“That’s not important. I was going to invite you on a run but you can forget about that now.” You said sassily.

“I’m sorry I was just-“ Bucky started, watching you walk away from him. “Wait, please.”

The command triggered the obedience in your mind, causing you to become frustrated. Although, you were good at working around it. He said to wait, he didn’t say for how long. So you only stopped for a second before you kept walking.

“Stop walking away and talk to me, y/n,” Bucky called after you again.

Your feet stopped moving before your brain could even register the sentence. This time you couldn’t work your way around it. The command was direct and specific. No trying to cheat the system now. You turned around sassily, standing with your weight on your dominant foot.

“What?” You responded dryly.

“How did you do that?” He asked, a slightly demanding tone to his voice.

“It’s not your business.” You responded quickly.

“Be honest with me please y/n.”

You fought with the internal motive within your body. You struggled not to outright admit to it. Usually, you could control your own verbal choices with a little mental override effort.

“You once told me that you were trying to fix us. Do you have the serum?”

Your heart nearly dropped out of your chest.

“You remember.” You marveled.

“I didn’t until earlier. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m sorry, I assumed you remembered.”

It wasn’t until Bucky brought his hands up to his hair that you noticed the blood-stained boxing wraps around his knuckles.

“You’re bleeding.” You commented, taking a step towards him.

“And you’re a super soldier!” He spat out the words like they were poison.

You stormed up to him, inches from his face with fire coming out of your ears. You brought up an accusing finger in warning.

“Shut up. You don’t speak another word of this. Nobody else knows. I wanted to keep it that way.”

You didn’t consider yourself a threatening person, but Bucky’s eyes widened as he nodded with understanding. The little bit of power you felt in that moment was an ego boost. You reached down and grabbed him by the wrist to guide him back to your lab.

Once you were there, you shut and locked the door behind you.

“Sit.” You commanded him. He obeyed, taking a seat in the rolling stool as he watched you walk around your lab to gather an ointment and a wet towel.

You sat down in front of him and unwrapped his knuckles. It was clear that he started without his fists wrapped and then decided to halfway through.

“Yes. My uncle used me as a test subject for his version of the serum.” You explained while cleaning the area of the wound for him.

I opened the ointment jar and pulled out a generous amount.

“This shouldn’t hurt, but it might tingle slightly.” You warned.

“What is it?” Bucky asked.

You began applying a thin layer to his cracked knuckles as you explained.

“An ointment I accidentally created. It heals pretty much all superficial wounds within minutes.”

Bucky was silent as he watched you work. Once you were done, he watched his knuckles carefully. It began to generate a dull tingle on the edges of the cracks. He watched as the small cracks in his skin began to mend and heal before his eyes.

His eyes returned to yours with a look of amazement.

“That’s incredible.”

“Thank you.” You responded while trying to clean up after yourself.

“Your uncle… What was he trying to change with the serum?” Bucky asked.

It was difficult for you to decide whether or not to tell him. You hardly knew him, but something inside of you wanted someone to confide in. If anyone was going to understand it was going to be him. You thought about opening up to Steve, but he was always so busy. This was a huge secret that you didn’t want to get out.

“It was a long time ago.”

“You might be the only person that understands me.” Bucky said quietly, Causing you to turn around and look at him. His face was lost, almost puppy dog-like. You could almost see the desperation in his blue eyes. He held out his hand for you to take. You hesitated, wanting to reach out but that part of you so long ago kept your hand restrained.

“I’m sorry, for everything,” Bucky whispered, the look on his face sincere.

“I promise I won’t hurt you. That’s not me anymore. If you could spare me a bit of your time, I’ll prove it to you.”

You couldn’t help but feel your heart ache for the man in front of you. It was clear to you that maybe he needed someone to confide in as much as you did. You reached your hand out and took his.

Bucky looked relieved, his head dropping to look at his lap as he squeezed your hand.

“Thank you.”

You pulled up a stool to sit in front of him, preparing to lay out your biggest secret to him.

“My uncle wanted to create a serum that would allow him to control armies of soldiers without having to use brainwashing. His serum would make them obedient to a fault so that they wouldn’t know what they were doing was wrong in the first place.”

You could see the fear in his eyes when he asked;

“Did it work?”

“Well, I only got about 75% of the strength, but for some reason, the serum made me extremely smart. It’s what gave me a photographic memory.” You explained.

“What about the obedience?” He seemed to be the most concerned about that bit. From what you could guess, he was worried that it would have been successful.

“It didn’t work entirely.” You were hesitant to explain out of fear it could be used against you. “I can control it most of the time. Find ways around it but, a direct command is a direct command. And my body won’t let me ignore it.”

Bucky’s face dropped into devastation. Truthfully, you had never seen anybody look more distraught.

“In the training center when I told you to stop,”

“No,” you jumped at the chance to interrupt him before he could continue.

“Don’t-“

“I am so sorry.” He looked genuinely upset.

“Don’t apologize to me Bucky, you had no idea.”

“No, y/n, you have no idea how much this means to me.”

He met your eyes, an intense seriousness to them. You remembered at that moment that the winter soldier was controllable by whoever said the code. Why had you thought he would use it against you? If anything, he was the only one who understood what you were going through.

Bucky stood up and began to pace the room. You could almost see the thoughts gathering together in his mind.

“I promise you, that will never happen again. I’m going to make sure that never happens to you again.”

“Nobody else knows about this. Not even Tony, please don’t tell anybody.” You begged.

“Nobody is going to know.” He snapped in such a serious tone that it surprised you.

The room filled with a silence that was neither comforting nor awkward. You looked down at your hands while Bucky was standing off somewhere in the room. You were going to have to get over this irrational fear of being around him. You from years ago would need to let go of everything because you now needed a friend, and The Winter Soldier might just be your unlikely friend.

After gathering some courage, you stood up from your chair, catching Bucky’s attention. He turned to face you and looked at you expectantly. You slowly walked towards him until you were only a few feet apart. You held your breath as you pulled him towards you and entrapped him in a hug. He hesitated for a moment before wrapping his arms around you and gave you a gentle squeeze.

It was comforting to feel his heart racing just as badly as yours was. You finally let go of a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Thank you for listening.” You whispered.

A hum vibrated around inside Bucky’s rib cage before he replied;

“Thank you for trusting me.”

It had been a little over three weeks since you started the Rhodes project and you were between a rock and a hard place. Each day was another attempt and each day a new failure. You had stopped sleeping, and even skipped meals to ensure you had extra time to work on the project. Due to the heightened abilities of your mind, the lack of sleep affected you differently. Was it healthy, probably not. Could you still function? Yes.

Bucky often came to sit with you and visit you. He would try his best to understand what you were trying to do, even trying to help where he could. But most of the time, he would bring you meals, and the two of you would just sit and enjoy conversations.

Other times, he knew that he could get some alone time away from the other Avengers if he needed it. It didn’t happen often, but when it did he just sat in the corner and read books trying to catch up on the last few decades.

Unfortunately, the last couple of days most of the Avengers were out on a mission so you hadn’t had a lot of company. You worked endlessly trying to figure out where you were going wrong. The last few days blended and you couldn’t recall the last time you had slept.

While making yourself a cup of coffee in the kitchen, Tony strolled in for the morning. He stopped in his tracks when he laid eyes on you.

“You look like shit, Sherlock.” He remarked.

You rolled your eyes a little, being sleep deprived made you a little irritable.

“Thank you, that’s great to hear.”

“When’s the last time you slept?” Tony asked.

You stayed silent, looking down at your coffee as you aimlessly stirred it around.

“Y/n-“

“I’m really close, I can feel it!” You protested.

“Go to sleep, right now. Go to your room and sleep.” Tony instructed.

You felt your heart tighten in disappointment slightly. You knew that Tony wasn’t upset, he cared about you just like the rest of his staff. No matter how badly you wanted to stay up and finish your project, you had to listen.

With your head hung low, you left the kitchen and walked towards the hallway where the bedrooms were. You had only made it about halfway down the hallway before a hand caught your arm.

You looked up to meet the eyes of Bucky who was looking down at you with a sad expression.

“Do you want to?”

“What?” You questioned, your body subconsciously trying to slowly pry itself away from his grasp to go to your room.

“Do you want to go to sleep?” He said again more gently this time.

You sighed.

“I need to, but no. I am frustrated that I can’t figure this out.”

Bucky bit his bottom lip like he was deep in thought.

“I have an idea that might be able to help you. But after that, you really should get some sleep. You look tired, doll.”

You smiled at him and nodded, excited for what his idea might be.

“Do you want to go back to your lab?” He asked.

“Yes, I do.” You responded.

Bucky had kept his promise to help you have control of your actions. You had noticed he changed his wording around you. He carefully chose his words so that he was never directly instructing you. Whatever he did, he always left you a choice. You also decided that if you were ever doing something you didn’t want to do, he had to ask permission first to redirect your mind. It was a sweet gesture. You never had to implement it until now.

“Then get back to your lab.” He said with a cheeky smile.

The two of you walked back to your lab, careful as to not be seen by Tony as you ran for the elevator. Once you were in your lab, you locked the door and asked Friday to dim the windows so nobody could see inside.

“Alright,” you turned eagerly towards him. “What is this thing to help me?”

Bucky gave me a weak smile as he began to take off his jacket, revealing a short sleeve shirt underneath. For as long as you had known him, he always wore a long sleeve shirt or a jacket. He never let his metal arm show out of fear of making others uncomfortable. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about asking him to look at it for your project, but that thought only crossed your mind once.

“I thought that maybe you could look at my arm and it might push you in the direction you need to go.”

A wide and bright smile covered your face at his gesture. The vulnerability he was showing you right now caused a new light to shine down on him. He trusted you, and you weren't going to break that now.

“Let's try it! Sit down on the chair, please.” You instructed.

Bucky nodded, walking over to one of the rolling chairs and taking a seat. You approached him and took his metal hand in yours. You ran your fingers up the cold, smooth material until you hit the sleeve of his shirt. You looked at the cotton fabric and then sideways at Bucky who met your gaze. You were embarrassed to ask, but you needed to see the full piece. You avoided his eye contact and felt a heat rise to your face as you asked.

“Could you take this off for me?”

Bucky smirked a little as he grabbed at his shirt and easily slid it off his torso. “I usually wait until someone’s bought me dinner first.”

A burning heat rose to your face at the comment and you grumbled a curse word at him playfully. It was hard to ignore that he was a lot more muscular than you first thought. As awful as it sounds, you forced yourself not to stare.

Your hand slid up the smooth metal of his arm and felt all the moving pieces and joints. Considering how long ago this was created, the technology was seriously impressive.

“I’m going to put my hand on your shoulder, is that okay?”

You asked and he nodded in response.

You gently placed the palm of your left hand on the scarred area where metal met flesh. You felt your heartstrings tug slightly in sadness for what he went through. You pushed away that feeling and kept working. You held his arm in different positions and instructed him to stretch his fingers and then make a fist. Your right hand slid down the metal arm and you took his hand in yours while keeping your left hand on his shoulder. “Squeeze my hand please.” You instructed. Bucky gave your hand a gentle squeeze. When you were satisfied, you moved the placement of your left hand and asked him to squeeze again. He followed your instructions.

You pulled your hands back and looked at him. He had an unfamiliar look on his face. A combination of a soft smile and wondrous eyes.

“What?” You asked, suddenly feeling bashful underneath his blue gaze.

“I just love watching you work.” Bucky shrugged.

A head radiated on your face that you had to shove aside to move on to the next step in the process.

“Would you mind going into the scanner? It'll only take 5 minutes.”

He looked back at the machine and then back at me with a hesitant look.

“I’ll be there the whole time.” You reassured him.

Bucky looked up at you with a soft smile and a nod. You opened the glass door to the scanning machine and gestured for him to step inside. He followed instructions, standing in the center of the machine while the door slid closed. You made sure he could still see you through the glass door while you pulled up the computer and booted up the system. The machine first took his height, weight, and BMI, and logged it into his profile. While it was scanning him, you filled in the physical descriptions for the volunteer applicant notes.

You kept an eye on the scanning program while filling out the form. As the scan developed you noticed something that forced you to flip over to his scan. Abnormalities in the prefrontal lobe and hippocampus, the two main regions of the brain that store memory.

His scans were almost completed when you started to notice something. The machine took a scan of the internal structure of his metal arm as well as the outside. You zoomed in on the components within the mechanism. You noticed the way that the nerves of his arm connected to the wiring of the arm. It was a sloppy job, you could have done so much better.

While staring intensely at the screen, you noticed something within the wiring and connections that gave you an idea for your project. As your brain was processing the information you were seeing, Bucky exited the scanner and walked over to you by the computer. He leaned down over your shoulder to get a closer look.

“Woah, is that me? That’s pretty cool.”

He noticed your intense staring at the computer with a look of shocked realization on your face. “Are you okay?”

“That’s it.” You whispered.

“What’s it?” Bucky asked, trying to get you to say your thoughts aloud.

“That’s it that's exactly what I needed!” Your excitement and joy were obvious in the tone of your voice. You looked over at Bucky who met you with a smile as equally excited as yours.

“I could kiss you! Oh my gosh, thank you!” You raved as you scrambled for a tablet to write down all the thoughts in your brain.

Bucky chuckled and straightened his posture.

“Don’t let me stop you.”

Instincts took over as you rolled onto your toes and pressed your lips onto Buckys. He was too shocked to react before you pulled away from him with a smirk on your face. His face was red with a growing smile creeping its way onto them.

“Did I do that?” he asked, scared he might have made you do something you didn’t want to do.

“No.” You responded with a sweet smile.

“I did.”

A smile filled with adoration appeared on his face as he looked at you. Bucky leaned down and kissed your lips again. His lips were slightly chapped and the stubble on his face tickled your chin. He tasted sweet and minty, leaving you wanting more as he pulled away.

“I’ll cover for you while you work.” Bucky offered before placing another quick kiss on your lips. He headed for the door, grabbing and putting on his shirt on before reaching the handle.

“I thought I had to go to sleep?” You questioned.

Bucky paused halfway through the door and turned to face you.

“We both know you’re not going to sleep until it’s done.

Your project was complete and fully functional. It felt like you had just climbed mount everest for this accomplishment, but it was done.

You left your lab in the late evening, sleep finally catching up to you. You entered the common room from the elevator and noticed most of the Avengers watching a movie in the living room. You made a lazy attempt at greeting your friends.

“Y/n,” Tony called which stopped you in your tracks.

“I told you to go to bed six hours ago.” He commented, checking his watch for the time.

“You did.” You agreed.

“The prosthetic is done, by the way. Now I’m going to sleep.”

You dismissed yourself from the conversation, but not before making eye contact with Bucky who sat next to Steve on the couch. He smirked a little and gave you a wink. You reciprocated it before continuing to make your way toward your bedroom. Before you shut the door, you heard Tony say;

“Did you have something to do with this, Barnes?”

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