some things don’t change
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Steve: Tony, did you happen to hear my announcement?
Tony: I hang on every word.
Steve: I’m going to assume that’s sarcasm.
Tony: Correct.
Steve: So you didn’t hear my announcement?
Tony: I’m barely listening now.
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STEVE ROGERS in THE AVENGERS (2012)
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You'll be the saddest part of me
A part of me that will never be mine
It's obvious
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
You're still the oxygen I breathe
I see your face when I close my eyes
It's torturous
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
THE LONELIEST - Måneskin
Stony 1872 kiss 48/50
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Not My Type Pt. 2
(The look on Steve’s face when he realizes what your doing 😭)
Part 1 Masterlist
Bucky Barnes x Plus Size F!Reader x Steve Rogers
Word Count: 2,623
Summary: Your night couldn’t get any better.
Warnings: sub!bucky, no explicit smut, but suggestive themes.
Tags: @mereptt @mcira @blackhawkfanatic @misz-adrii @f-1-refly @bbhaughen
You couldn’t feel your legs. They were completely numb from the cold. Steve showed no signs of even having a chill. Meanwhile you were reduced to hobbling one leg after the other, only 5 blocks in.
Focusing on the walk, and keeping your breath even; so Steve doesn’t notice how winded you were, sobered you even more than the cold. You now realized your situation. Confidence boost drained as soon as Bucky was out of sight.
You’re grateful when traffic causes you to stop at a crosswalk. You bury your arms under each other and try to stay warm in place. Steve noticed you shivering 10 minutes ago. He didn’t have a jacket to give you so he knew making it home was the best option for warmth.
He didn’t expect to stop, and have a moment to do something about it. He quickly wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing his full body against you. Your legs were still cold but he provided more than enough heat to warm you. You didn’t mind that no words were shared between you the whole walk, he didn’t seem to either, still smiling when you made it back home.
Climbing the stairs to your door, you search for words to say. Are you both seriously going through with this? Did Steve mean it? Sweat was forming on your palms, you noticed when your keys almost slipped out of your grasp, or maybe it was the trembling.
“I-“ you begin, instantly being cut off. “We should talk, inside.” He says, and your heart drops. He regrets it, of course he does, that’s your luck. You knew it was too good to be true. “No need, I get it.” You say, dropping your head.
“I just can’t do this to Bucky.” he says, sitting down on your couch when you made it inside. You were confused, you thought you were doing this because of Bucky. “What?” Him not being into you was less confusing.
Steve sighs, “I like you, and I wouldn’t mind making you forget all about some asshole at a bar.” Your cheeks flush, you knew he meant fucking you till all you could think about was him. “If that asshole wasn’t Bucky, and I didn’t know just how much he really does care about you.”. Oh.
“Let me get this straight, you’re defending him now?” You stand in front of him, placing your hands on your hips. He has to look up to you. “Don’t stand there like that and yell at me, it only makes me want you more. It’s making this harder than it has to be.” You scoff, “Okay Steve, my brain is literally going to explode if you don’t start talking.” You sit down on your coffee table, letting your knees brush his.
As if this is harder for him. You were dragged into a bar to embarrass yourself by friends that meant well. You found out your work crush wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot poll. You somehow told said crush off in an alley after kissing Captain America. Your night couldn’t get any more rough.
“I know he likes you, he might deny it, but I can see the way he looks at you. He has a weird way of showing it, I know. But tonight, I just kept pushing him and I know he regrets what he said. He’s just degrading you to cope with having actual feelings.” He now takes his turn to face the ground, not being able to meet your eye.
“The way he talked about you didn’t sit right with me. I was trying to show him that looks don’t matter, we looked pretty good pressed together in that alley, and I know he saw that.” He paused, thinking over his words.
“I do like you, I don’t want you thinking any different. But I don’t want to carry on with this if Bucky still has a chance, it wouldn’t be right.” You can tell how sincere he is being, and it has you already forgiving Bucky without even receiving an apology from the man himself.
“I’m gonna be honest with you, Steve.” You rub your sweaty palms on your bare knees. “I can’t just pretend like he never said that. I can see that how much your friendship means. It’s no hard feelings, really. But I wouldn’t put myself in a position where Bucky could hurt me again, if you paid me.” You laugh, getting fully used to douche bag guys.
Steve nods his head, understanding that you owe neither of the men a thing. “He would have to crawl in here on his hands and knees begging for a chance with fatty.” You shrug your shoulders, keeping your integrity.
“That could be arranged.” He smiles, breaking up the tension with dopey grin. You mentally face palm. “Go for it tiger, but I won’t be a part of it.” You give him a thumbs up, and suddenly you’re exhausted.
“Tonight’s obviously not happening, and I have to be in your office with everyone else in,” you squint at the clock on your microwave. “, 7 hours. So, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, leave my apartment Captain America.” You pat the side of his knee, reassuring him that you’re being lighthearted.
“Fine, but I will see you at 8 sharp.” He says, standing from the couch and making his way to your door. You follow behind him, needing to deadbolt it. “Why is he the way he is?” You blurt out, figuring Steve’s the only person who could answer that question.
“If you find out I’d love to know.” He throws his hands up. “People like to think I’m close to Bucky, but he never let anyone in after he was deprogrammed. Not even me, so I think he’s just having a hard time letting feelings for you in, his brain won’t let him.”.
“Why go after my weight?” You ask, as if Steve answers for him. He shrugs “Cause it was basic, and cliché. Made it seem like something was wrong with him, not you. I’ve tried to wrap my head around the new word, ‘fatphobia’ but I can’t, it seems like a personal problem that people project onto other heavier people.” How was he real? Steve Rogers continues to amaze you with every word that falls from his lips.
When Steve opens the door you both come face to face with Bucky. Standing there, having followed you home. Staying a hundred yards back, watching your every move. He stood outside and heard every word shared between you and Steve.
He knew the only thing he could do to make it right. So he did, wordlessly dropping to his knees on your doorstep. “What are you doing here?” Steve tries to interject, but you press your hand to his chest, needing him to be quiet for a minute.
You can’t break eye contact with Bucky, unable to believe what he’s doing. His eyes are red, cheeks stained with tears. A smug smile falls on your lips and you pull Steve along with you as you walk backwards. Giving Bucky room to step into the house.
He leans forward, placing both palms on the carpeted entryway. Your hand on Steve’s chest can feel the shallow breaths he was taking. But you couldn’t think to hard about him right now, Bucky was crawling on his hands and knees towards you, with giant blue puppy dog eyes, that literally leaked with regret.
Once Bucky made it to your feet, he sat back on his heels, holding his hands in his lap. “I’m sorry.”, his eyes fill with more tears, “Everything Steve said was right.” He sighs, looking over to his friend.
“I don’t know how to let people in. I’m insecure, and possibly the dumbest man alive.” He reaches out and grasps your hand, needing you to feel his sincerity. His eyes set hard, having difficulty admitting the next part, “You scare the shit out of me.”.
You let out a laugh, breaking up the tension in the room. “I scare you?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as loud as it did, but you were still upset. He nods, pressing his eyebrows together. “Yes.”. He comes closer to you, till his chest bumped against your knees. He held both hands now, “Please, forgive me, I’ll do anything. You’re the only person in this new world that makes me feel, anything. After I was deprogrammed, you were the only thing that felt normal, like home. Not Brooklyn, the past.” He takes your stoicism as an invitation to rest his hands on your thighs, wanting to physically connect with you while he rips himself open.
“The way you smelled of honeysuckles.” He presses his face against your stomach, inhaling deeply. “Red lipstick always on hand, making your smile brighter than any I’d ever saw. The way you walked up to me on your first day, so brave and confident. You remind me of home and it’s scary.”.
Your heart sank. This whole time, this is how he felt? All the harsh staring and denial was just, homesickness? You look down and feel yourself begin to feel guilty, even though you’ve done nothing wrong. “I didn’t know.”.
Steve, who had stayed silent this whole time, face set in stone, finally speaks up. “No, you didn’t know. So don’t feel bad. Again, it’s his fault for being dumb.” He steps closer to the two of you, starting to feel possessive over you. He wasn’t going to let Bucky get by with a half hearted apology. He could tell he was holding something back.
“I don’t believe it, you’re scared of her because she’s perfect for you?” He squats down to Bucky’s level, trying to intimidate him. Bucky looks between you, not sure if he should answer him. You raise your brow, letting him know Steve peaked your interest.
“Everything I’ve ever known or loved is gone, relics of the past. I’m scared that you might go away too, if you got too close to me.”.
Steve was visibly hurt. Did he not remind Bucky of home? He’s known Bucky his whole life, why couldn’t he let him in? He knew Steve wasn’t going anywhere. The Captain stayed silent, knowing tonight was about the hurt Bucky caused you, not him. He would pay for Steve’s emotional wounds later.
Before he can plot anything in his mind he’s being pulled up from the floor by you. “What do you think his punishment ought to be, huh Stevie?” When he looked at your face all he could see was deviance. Playing along, he pinches his chin in thought. “Hmm, you know, I’d hate to leave without finishing what we started earlier.”. He spins you to face him, letting his hands find the curve of your ass.
“I like that idea.” You bat your eyelashes at him. Your raise yourself up on your tippy toes and kiss him, tangling your fingers in his hair. You hear a whine from the floor beside you. Bucky’s face is red and you can tell he’s confused. “You sit there and be a good boy, then I’ll forgive you and maybe even let you touch me.”. You say, letting both Steve and Bucky know, you’re not the same person in the bedroom.
You loved degrading men. In your everyday life you might come across as sweet, unsuspecting, inexperienced. But you weren’t, there’s no shortage of men wanting a woman to dominate them. You’d never had the pleasure of using one this far out of your league.
Tonight, you were going to take advantage of it. Seeing Bucky crawl on his hands and knees lit a fire inside of you. You didn’t need to hear his apology at that point. Everything after it was pure showmanship. The performance of your life.
The morning came before you knew it. Your 7am alarm blaring through your studio apartment. Steve and Bucky left earlier, waking you up with goodbye kisses, but your foggy, half asleep brain barely registered that they left. You wore your hair down today, letting last nights curls be free. You didn’t opt for makeup, knowing the intense winter training would melt it off anyways.
When you make it to work, you see a lot of sunglasses. “Is everyone hungover?” You ask Natasha who’s nursing a black coffee. “Almost everyone.” She nods towards the two super soldiers standing behind Steve’s desk.
You blush when Steve gives you a wide smile, hoping no one in the office noticed. But of course Wanda senses the change in your footsteps and the buzzing reverberating off of you. She sits beside you in the semicircle of chairs, leaning over to whisper “I’m gonna need details.” She nudges her shoulder with yours, teasing you.
Before you could retaliate, Steve starts the debrief. “Winter training, gotta love it.” The whole room groans as Steve laughs. “I won’t keep you too long, I know you all have a long day ahead of you. But I like to think a good ole pep talk is the best thing for a team.”.
You roll your eyes. You liked Steve, but boss Steve was exhausting. You press your forehead on Wanda’s shoulder, you both hated this cringy kind of thing. “I’d like to remind you all why we train so vigorously. Teamwork. We all preform better together. We have to constantly be adapting to eachother, our strengths, and weaknesses.” He looks into each of your coworkers eyes, trying to drive his point.
“We change, just like the seasons, so pay special attention to your training partner today. They might teach you something new.” The inspirational speech was enough to have you wanting to go back home and go back to sleep, something you only received 3 hours of.
“Wanda, Sam, and Bruce, I want you guys down at the lake. Yelena, Natasha and Clint, go to the helipad, further instruction will be waiting.” He looks at the tablet infront of him, reading off bullet points.
“Y/N, Bucky and I are scheduled to be in the gym. Peter and Vision are already with Tony and Rhodes in the lab. Any questions?” He dismisses everyone after that. He changed it. So smoothly that no one noticed, you’d been scheduled to be at the lake with Wanda and Bruce. Of course Sam wouldn’t protest the change up, Steve just had to ask nicely.
When everyone shuffled out of the room, Wanda reminded you she wanted details over lunch later. Once everyone was gone you were suddenly aware that you were left alone with them. You were blinded by lust last night, not realizing the position you put yourself in. Were you with Bucky now? His confession was pretty serious. Were you with both of them? Was it a one night stand? Are they done with you now that they’ve had their fun? A million questions ran through your head while you waited by the door.
“Ready?” Bucky opens the door for you, ushering you into the hallway. You give him a tight lipped smile, not knowing how to interact with him not on his knees. You definitely weren’t the same person in the bedroom. Your regular self was awkward and embarrassingly nice at times. Would either of them still want you, once they see how different you could be?
They knew you before, and even liked you before. But now they have something else to base it off. Was your dominance too much for a long term thing with them? You have a feeling you’re about to find out, as you all pile into the small room with a wall of mirrors and elliptical.
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their relationship is something so special to me
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I need to be destroyed by Steve and Bucky at the same time. I need Steve to degrade me and smack my ass as he fucks me from behind while I choke on buckys cock, pulling whines and whimpers from him. I need them both in me at once fucking me sensless. Steve growling about how much of a slut I am for taking two super soldiers. Bucky losing his mind at the feel of his wet dick against Steve’s while my pussy soaks them more.
Anyways. It’s horny hour could you tell?
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(Has anyone done this yet? I'm away and too impatient to wait till I get home to do it properly, so here is a half-arsed attempt from my phone)
You see this idiot? This is my idiot, so keep your damn hands off of him. Capiche?
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You know what low key makes me sad? The scene in Avengers when Fury finds Steve at the gym to recruit him.
Yeah yeah, Steve is glowing and sexy from working out, and his ass looks great in those sweats.... but think about that (not his ass the other thing). He's sweating. Like seriously sweating....
How long was he at the gym, by himself (having fucking flashbacks no less!) to have worked up that kind of a sweat? This is Captain America, its not easy to wind the guy but he is very clearly worn out and drenched here. The poor man has been all alone, taking out all his pent up painful memories and emotions on those bags for fucking hours probably. Then Fury just shows up to talk to him about the very thing he is having ptsd flashbacks about! Just uuuugh I hate it!
Steve I just want to hug you 🥺😭
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Two Flames
Starring: Nomad!Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Fem!Reader.
Summary: You’re Steve’s and he’ll make sure everyone knows if he has to.
Warnings: 18+. A/B/O dynamic. Talk of sex. Alluded unprotected sex. Slight power imbalance with a boss. Dub con possibly if you squint. Steve being protective.
A/N: I wrote this for @targaryenvampireslayer Blind Date Writing Challenge! Thank you Suz for hosting such an amazing challenge, and thank you for being so patient! My pairing prompt was soulmates, and my word prompt was “we’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” I had a fun with this, and I hope everyone enjoys!
Word count: 2814
Divider by: @firefly-graphics
There was a time you didn’t believe in soulmates, in fact you laughed at the notion. One alpha for one omega for life? Yeah right. Your mother would tell you the story of how she met your father, the night she caught his eye from across the room at a singles dance held in the small town she’d grown up in. He was from the next town over, and when he’d asked her to dance that night and she looked into his eyes her mating gland came alive and her hindbrain told her “he’s the one.” They were inseparable from that night, and the rest was history.
Maybe alphas were different when your parents were younger, or maybe you just had a bad “picker.” But from your experience alphas of today just wanted to run through as many omegas as they could until they felt ready to settle down. There were so many disappointing first dates, and even worse, promising starts to budding relationships that led to so much heartbreak you eventually gave up.
That’s not to say that you deny yourself during your heats. You had a few select alphas to help temper the ache, but no one you could see yourself committing to long term. You decided you were going to be one of those “modern” omegas. One that was independent, and forged her own path in life without worry if she ever found her alpha because she was going to be just fine without one.
Unbeknownst to you, the universe had other plans on a perfect east coast fall morning in New York. Fall was your favorite season, when the streets were lined with leaves of different colors, and summer heat gave way to the season changing chill. You were off that day, a rarity since it was Monday, and work has been so busy, but you were thankful for the unexpected time for yourself.
You’d just gotten your coffee, and had the newest mystery novel by your favorite author tucked into your crossbody bag intent on getting lost in the pages while leaves fell around you in the park. As you turned the corner from the coffee shop your path was impeded when you felt like you ran into a brick wall.
“Woah, I got you.” Strong hands steadied you on your feet while a warm cedar scent with a hint of bergamot encapsulated you. Time stopped when you lifted your head and were met by a pair of blue eyes with just a small hint of green. He was tall, broad shouldered, with longer hair that kissed the top of his collar, dirty blond with natural highlights. His beard fully covered a square jaw, and normally an alpha this massive would intimidate you, but the warm expression on his face makes you draw in closer to his chest.
“Are you alright, little one?” His voice is smooth like velvet, making you a bit lightheaded as it registers in your hindbrain. You stifle a giggle, no one’s ever called you “little one” before as you’ve always been above average height for an omega, but then again, he’s so big everyone’s probably little to him.
“Yes-yes, I’m fine.” You muster when you find your voice, straightening up and pushing the strap of your bag higher up on your shoulder. You zero in on a dark spot on his maroon henley, cursing inwardly hoping the stain isn’t going to permanently ruin his shirt.
“I’m so sorry.” You motion to where your coffee spilt on him, tossing the offending beverage into a nearby trash can and reaching into your bag to grab the little travel bag of tissue you kept with you. “I wasn’t looking where I was going, I’m sorry, -I.”
His hand settles over yours and you feel the tissue drop back to the bottom of your bag. A sense of calm washes over you, settling your nerves and making your anxiety disappear. A sound that you’ve only heard from your father is coming from deep within this alpha’s chest, and you realize he’s purring, trying to comfort you and let you know that whatever is happening, it’s ok.
He places your hand on his chest so you can feel his vibrations, and time stops. The only intrusion in this moment is your mating gland which seems to thump and hum in time with your heartbeat. Catching your reflection in a window you see the warm glow of your mating gland peeking over the scoop neck of your sweater, the twin flame of the alpha’s matching your hue.
The soft rumble in his chest tapers, and he tilts your head up so you can once again meet his gaze. “I’m Steve,” he introduces himself, drawing you in even closer. “What’s your name omega?”
Your relationship with Steve progressed so naturally that before you knew it he’d moved you into his apartment downtown that had the most amazing view of Central Park. Many an evening Steve would find you curled up in a blanket on the chase by the window with a book after watching the last light of day get stolen by darkness. He loved coming home and finding you wrapped in your own little quiet moment.
To him, you’re the most beautiful, sexy, smart omega he has ever encountered, even if you had a brat streak larger than the Brooklyn Bridge is long. He knew how to put you in your place, being quite fond of stripping you naked and pressing you up against the glass. He enjoyed watching you squirm, to try and cover yourself, but you’re no match for your alpha. “Is this what you needed?” He’d whisper in your ear, pressing you against the window, slipping his cock between your folds and sheathing himself in your cunt. “To be put on display and show everyone how you’re made to take my cock?”
It was fun to watch you flustered but still so responsive you had no choice but to fall apart. Steve didn’t mind if others looked from afar he loved showing you off, but he’d be right there if anyone got too close. You belonged to him, and he’d make sure everyone knew every minute of every day if he had to. Steve’s number one priority was to love you and protect you. Which is why he felt some type of way when you had to leave the house for any reason so close to the start of your heats.
“I think you should stay home from work today.” He nuzzles your neck, his nostrils flaring as he takes in your scent. “Your scent’s changing, and it’s only fair that you’re already under me when it starts.”
Playfully elbowing his abdomen you wiggle out of his grasp so you can finish getting ready, stifling a giggle when you spy the pout on his face. “You know I’ve been working on an important case with my boss,” you quickly get on your tiptoes to kiss the tip of his nose. “Besides, I checked the calendar last night, my heat doesn’t come for another three days.”
A low rumble escapes from Steve’s chest before he tells you what you already know. “If I can smell the change, so can your boss.” He’s never been a fan of Andy Barber, the ADA that you’ve worked with for five years. Andy’s never made a pass at you, and has always treated you with respect. As far as you knew, he was still mourning his wife and son who died in an accident. You’d always felt bad for him knowing when he left work he was going home to an empty house.
“Princess…” Steve whines, wrapping his arms around your waist and gently dragging you back in the direction of your bed. “Stay home.”
“You know I can’t,” you smile before pressing a kiss to Steve’s lips. “But I’ll be home as soon as I’m done, I promise!” Untangling yourself from his arms, you hurry downstairs and slip into a pair of black pumps, grabbing your purse and keys off the table by the door. You blow Steve one last kiss before you're out the door, already counting down the hours until you’re back home with your alpha.
The tiniest bead of sweat trickles from the nape of your neck and disappears behind the collar of your shirt, settling into the fabric where the material meets your back. Your eyes dart to the clock, a small huff escapes your lips when you see you’ve almost two hours left of work. You should’ve listened to Steve when he asked you to stay home, clearly he knows your body, your scent better than you do.
Halfway through your day the telltale signs buzz in your hindbrain before cramps twist your gut. Opening your bottom desk drawer you pluck your emergency bottle of suppressants, popping the top and swallowing two. It’s too late to delay your heat, but hopefully it will help temper your symptoms until you can make it home.
“Home NOW.” You catch a glimpse of a text from Steve when your phone lights up on your desk. The bond shared between you is both a blessing and a curse, he feels your anxiety spiking, and in turn you feel his annoyance rise because you didn’t listen to him and stay home.
“Almost done.” You fire off a response before tossing your phone in your purse. You’ll deal with your angry alpha later. Right now you need to focus on finishing your final notes for this case. You’ve never let your boss down, and you’re not going to start today.
As the suppressants slowly take effect, the cramps begin to ease, but the heat still simmers beneath the surface threatening to erupt at any moment. With a deep breath you force yourself to to focus on the task at hand, determined to push through to the end of your workday.
Minutes feel like hours as you struggle to concentrate, the constant buzz of your phone a distracting reminder of Steve’s impatience. With each passing moment his irritation seeps into your consciousness, amplifying your own anxiety.
Finally, the clock strikes five and you waste no time gathering your belongings and making a beeline for your office door, only to find your boss behind it preparing to knock.
“I’m so glad I caught you before you left, I wanted to review the deposition notes from the Romanoff case. Do you have a few?”
Your phone buzzes again, this time with a call from Steve which you use your watch to promptly ignore. You should tell him no, you can’t stay late today, but the guilt you feel in the pit of your stomach is worse than the cramps overtaking you as the suppressants run its course through your system.
“Sure Andy, I can spare a few minutes.” You set your bag bag and coat back on your desk and sit while Andy places a sheet of paper in front of you. Even though he’s not your alpha, with your heat comes heightened senses, so right now his spicy scent which normally you find comforting is overwhelming. You need to make this quick and go.
“Honey, are you alright?” You know he’s concerned, you can hear it in his tone, but you don’t have time to explain. You flash a smile, knowing it’s looking more like a pained gritting of your teeth, but it’s the best you can do as a cramp subsides into a warm tingle and arousal floods your panties.
Andy’s nostrils flare and a flicker of recognition crosses his face, his eyes widening slightly as he takes a few steps away from you. His reaction sends a wave of embarrassment through you realizing that of course he’s going to sense your pheromones despite your efforts to suppress them. “I have to go-I’m sorry,” picking up your things you rush past him, making a mental note to apologize profusely when you come back from your heat leave. However, you don’t get very far. Andy catches you by the arm, snatching you back so your back is flush against his chest. He scents you, inhaling deeply.
“You smell amazing,” he husks, running his nose down your mating gland, ignoring the scar from where Steve’s teeth sank into your flesh marking you as his. Whimpering, you stiffen with Andy’s touch feeling a surge of unease and confusion. He’s always been an exemplary alpha, never a bad word about him and an omega, which makes this reaction all the more puzzling.
Sending your distress he pauses, realizing the gravity of his actions. With a heartfelt tone he apologizes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I crossed a line, and your boundaries. Please forgive me. It’s just been so long since…” he doesn’t even finish, shaking his head. “That doesn’t matter, please, forgive me.”
You don't get a chance to respond, the door of your office is kicked in so hard it almost flies off its hinges. Steve snarls, yanking Andy away from you by the collar of his suit, growling and hiding you behind his massive torso. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you.”
“Steve, hold on,” moving around him you step between him and Andy. “Let’s take a moment and talk this through.”
You’ve never seen Steve this angry. The intensity of his emotions are radiating off of him like heat waves. His face is contorted with fury, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. “I understand you’re upset,” you attempt to placate the beast by running your hands soothingly down his chest. “Let’s talk about this calmly.”
“I know what I felt through the bond,” he rumbles, taking a step towards Andy but still blocked by you. “You were… scared.” His tone softens as you gently scent him, the gesture immediately flooding Steve with comfort, although you still sense his agitation.
“I’m sorry,” Andy says again, his head bowed, taking a submissive stance to express that he isn’t a threat, that he’s not going to challenge. He looks at you, and you can see a hint of sadness in his eyes. “I never intended to make you feel threatened, and I understand if you put in your notice.”
You look between him and Steve weighing the tension in the air. “That can be discussed later, right now let’s just take a step back.” You reach back to grab your bag in one hand and Steve’s hand in the other. Glancing at Steve you silently urge him to soften his stance, hoping he can feel that the threat is gone through your bond. “I appreciate your apology, Andy,” you say gently. “I’ll take the weekend to consider my decision about staying, but right now it’s best if we go home.”
Andy nods, a sense of relief crossing his features. “Thank you,” he murmurs softly. “I’ll do anything to earn your trust back, although I understand if I can’t.”
With shared understanding you and Steve exchange a glance, knowing that there needs to be some time to allow emotions to settle. “I’ll talk to you on Monday,” you tell Andy before you and Steve slip out the door and down the elevator to the parking garage.
“I knew you should’ve stayed home,” Steve grumbles before guiding you to his car. “We can pick up your car later. I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
“My hero.” You smile up at him, leaning into his side as he slides a protective arm around you, guiding you to where he parked and getting you settled into the passenger seat. You did like when Steve was protective, it made you feel loved and safe. It’s also turned you on, which didn’t help the situation at hand when you felt the cramps, and the want, and the need, and you still had the car ride home.
“Whatcha thinkin about omega?” Steve slid into the driver’s seat, but didn’t start the car. Instead he moved the seat as far back as possible and reclined the back. Pulling you into his lap he positions your legs so you’re straddling him, a shudder ripping through you when his fingers tease your soaked cunt through your panties.
You grind against the friction, a quiet groan falling from your lips when he pulls your panties to the side and covers his digits in your slick. “I need to take care of you right now, omega, it’s not fair to have that greedy lil’ pussy wait any longer.”
“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” You gasp as he sinks two of his fingers inside your cunt. Steve chuckles, watching your eyes roll back in your head as his fingers curl and find your sweet spot.
“Right here, right now, and if someone sees us I don’t care. Everyone deserves to see that you’re mine.”
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Bucky: *shoots and kills people*
Bucky: *is responsible for some of the most important assassinations in 20th century’s history*
Steve: awww you go babe, you put the “cute” in execute :3
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Steve: Yes, I'm a caring a person. And without Tony, I would just keep giving and giving and giving. I'm like a big runaway charity truck and Tony is my off-ramp full of safety gravel.
Tony:
Steve: He knows how to say no. He can always put himself first. He certainly can turn his back on someone suffering.
Tony, looking offended:
Tony: No, really, keep going.
Steve: He—
Tony, looking at Steve: Don't keep going!
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excuse me sirs but the world is in crisis
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Green luck!
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New to tumblr, please bear with me😭🙏 I love Bucky x sunshine fics and read them religiously on ao3! Wondering if u could do one where Peter/sunshine are hanging out a lot bc he feels safe with her/looks up to her. Bucky is craving sunshine’s attention so he flirts with sunshine but she just doesn’t really pick up on the ques, and the team is teasing them bc they’re all assuming she understands. Bucky progressively flirts more obviously to try to get her to notice but it’s not working.
AN - I wasn't sure if I answered this ask already (I think it might be a duplicate, but I didn't remember and I had another idea lol). Anyway, I always get comments comparing Sunshine to ATLA and, as always, you're so right. Thank you for the ask and I hope you enjoy! 💛
Training
"Hey!" Sam whines. "Aren't you two supposed to be training right now?"
You and Peter glance at each other, then at Sam, "We are training."
"You're quite literally not." Sam frowns, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're sitting there watching TV."
"We're watching an informative TV show."
"You're watching a cartoon."
"No, no, the main character has powers just like me, so we're taking notes," you explain.
Sam gestures to the table covered in snacks in front of you, "There's not a single note in front of either of you."
"We're taking mental notes," you sheepishly chuckle. "Just watch and you'll see!"
Sam doesn't really need anymore convincing than that. He plops himself down on the couch beside you and Peter. "Maybe just one episode, but if anyone asks, this was all your idea."
"Deal."
Several Hours Later...
"We've been waiting in the training room for hours! What are you guys doing?" Steve demands.
"Training."
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