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saltsicklover · 11 months

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Dear 201 - Fan Mail Pt. 5

Title: Dear 201 - Fan Mail Pt. 5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2650

Rating: T

Warnings: Drinking, anger, fucking angst. Steve Rogers is a fucking asshole.

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Three little numbers both thrill and terrify Bucky in equal measure- he started to see the numbers everywhere after he received the letter from Ace. The news didn't seem to surprise Steve or Sam in the way it did Bucky. Steve has always been one to take news like a shot of neat whisky, the information flowing into him, burning, but on the outside he still remains stoic. Sam, on the other hand, seemed to take the news like the beach takes the tide, the news rolling over him like he had known it was coming, something he had come to learn already. As Bucky told him the news, the waves of his voice washed over him and he welcomed them like an old friend.

After the news broke, Bucky kept his next move close to his chest like a winning poker hand. The chips of his decision twirl threw his fingers, folding over his knuckles as he waits for his turn to bid. Sam has urged him to move decide, to write faster, to move faster. Bucky doesn't let the words get to him.

One night after too much alcohol stolen from Thor, the Asgardian liquor coursing through their systems, Steve tells Bucky to leave it be- to quit writing all together.

"Seriously, Buck, you don't need the headache of all this," Steve mumbles a bit, speaking more to himself than to Bucky who is splayed out on the couch across from him.

"What did you say?" Bucky questions him, his brows furrowing. He pulls his focus from the letters he has been rifling through, the letters from her.

"You don't need to write her anymore," Steve says as a matter of fact, "You don't need to deal with this anymore," He doesn't bother looking at Bucky, if he would he doesn't think he could stop his eyes from rolling. Instead, he keeps his eyes locked on his glass, swirling the liquid around with a gentle twist of his wrist. He watches the amber colored concoction move around the glass, his attention better spent on that than he friend and the situation Buck finds himself in. Steve has deemed it ridiculous, too good to be true, a flat out fucking lie.

"Deal with what, exactly, Steve?" Bucky sits up now, clutching the letters a little tighter. The paper bunches under his touch, the new wrinkles spreading like roots through the words.

"This, this shit, Bucky!" Steve raises his voice; it echoes through the room, bristling over Bucky's form, striking a nerve.

"Excuse me?" Bucky manages, the words spit from his lips full of venom and animosity. His body tightens, the tendons in his neck pulling tight as he squares his shoulders with a bit too much force. He sets his jaw, teeth threatening to grind together to release some of the anger that is taking over his veins with pump of his heart, the tension in the air scalding this insides with each breath he draws.

Bucky would go to war for this woman, the mystery he has come to adore who lays just on the other side of the postal route, the stamp, the words, the ink. He hadn't thought about it until this very moment, Steve's words spurring something inside of Bucky, his chest burning at the thought of losing his 'Warmest Regards", the thought causes nausea to swim through Bucky, sweat overtaking his skin with pinpricks of anxiety.

Steve turns his face up, eyes coming up to see the sweat collecting on Bucky's brow. Bucky is almost seething, his body threating to vibrate with anger. "You know what, don't even bother finishing that sentence," Bucky corrects, holding a flat hand out to Steve as if to say 'stop'. Bucky shakes his head, bangs falling forward, concealing the band of sweat that coats his skin.

He wants to blame the alcohol for Steve's words, for the anger that poured out of them and into Bucky. He wrings his hands, letters sitting haphazardly in his lap. He wants to blame the alcohol for the way his heart seems to be imprinting itself on the inside of his ribcage and the way his hands shake. For the sweat that seems to have taken over his body, chilling him with a sense of sickness. But the only thing he can blame the alcohol for is the fact that it started their evening together in the first place.

What started as a night to just let go and relax from the strenuous missions and never ending paperwork has turned into honesty hour that has left Bucky feeling sick to his stomach, both from the anger and the liquor he decided couldn't touch him. But now the room spins and his best friend sits across from him, eyes burning into his own.

"I just mean, what if this is all some sort of ploy to get something out of you? What if whoever is writing you isn't this girl that claims to be on the other side. What if they aren't a barber in Hell's Kitchen? What if they are just in this for money or fame or for the story? Hell, what if they are some terrorist or threat trying to get close to you in order to bring us down? What then, Buck?" Steve's words bite and there is nothing too soothe the marks they leave in Bucky. His chest aches, and Steve's does too; the aches blooming from original sources but crippling each man with a dull pain that doesn't seem to subside.

Bucky runs his hand over his sternum, pressing hard with his knuckles, trying to counter the ache with pressure from the outside. Steve knocks back the rest of his drink, tasting like honey but burning all the way down. This time he grimaces. Bucky does too, stomach acid burning in his chest.

Words halt, the world seems to, too. It's like everything has slowed, each movement, each beat of Bucky's heart, each thought that creeps into Bucky's mind that tells him he isn't good enough to have someone write to him- someone so soft and full of love, full of light, on the other side of the paper with ink stained fingertips. Someone like that would be too good for him, he thinks, maybe Steve is right.

The world resumes speed when a glass leaves Bucky's hand, one he didn't realize he had picked up until the shattered pieces of crystal mingle with the leftover honey flavored amber that resided at the bottom of the glass moments before. The shards look like constellations, each sharp point sparkling in the light of the living room. They beg to be touched, the blade like corners glimmering as the men eye the new universe that has been created on the floor between them.

"Weren't you the one telling me all those weeks ago that a letter was coming for me? Aren't you the one who couldn't contain their excitement along with me every single time another letter showed up with my name on it? Weren't you the one cheering me on through this? What the fuck happened, Steve?" Bucky sounds almost defeated, burying his head in his hands. He grips at his hair tightly, knuckles threatening to turn white under the pressure.

Steve can't seem to make his brain work, his mind refusing to form thoughts that would do any good at defending himself. Bucky is right, he thinks- he knows. All those weeks ago when Bucky received that first letter, Steve memorized the pride that burst through his chest at the sight. He remembers the smile that adorned his friend's face just moments before the photo. Steve also remembers the steam that filled his lungs as he was forced to hear Bucky sob just a few feet away, unable to do anything to make the hurt stop.

Bucky is his best friend, and all those years ago Steve sent Bucky over the beam first shortly after rescuing him, putting his own safety, his own life on the line to make sure Bucky got out first. It was then he decided Bucky's life was the most important thing and just the mere idea of Bucky getting hurt, or heaven forbid getting himself killed, because he got himself in too deep with a 'pen pal' makes Steve physically sick.

Again, neither men dare to speak, each having voiced their concern. Nobody ever said airing out grievances was easy. They both sit their, their words hanging in the air, dense with meaning. They feel almost suffocating, the sentences wrapping themselves around each man and squeezing. Maybe that's the way it's suppose to feel- the protection of a best friend constricting itself around the body until there is no space to breathe.

Tears begin to prick at the corners of Bucky's eyes, a heat coming up his chest cavity, a sob threatening to escape his gritted teeth. The sight hurts Steve but he makes no move to correct it, to sooth his friend or to speak. Everything is out on the table, and it needs to stay that way.

Instead, he pushes himself up, the room swaying around him. It has been a long time since he's been drunk, and maybe it needs to be a long time before it happens again. Steve steps over the shards shakily, moving towards his quarters. He stops just before rounding the corner, daring to look back at the scene he is leaving behind him.

Bucky sits frozen, an unreadable expression written into the lines of his face. His brows are furrowed, a deep line tracing itself on the skin between his brows. His lips are pulled into a tight line, teeth no doubt clenched together to keep a sob from escaping. A few tears have spilled themselves over the Bucky's face, wet, warm trails coasting down his cheeks. The tears fall from his chin. He closes his eyes, chancing a deep breath to steady himself.

"I just want you safe, Buck," Steve whispers, his voice barely audible, but Bucky hears it. He knows Bucky hears it because a small noise somewhere between a whimper and a cry comes out strangled and falls from his lips.

Steve disappears, leaving Bucky a broken mess on the couch, a universe of broken glass in front of him. A sight that would surely break even a tough man- that exact thought keeping Steve from turning around again. The truth hurts, he repeats to himself, over and over and over. He repeats it not only to justify the hurt he has caused but the hurt that has bound itself to his insides, squeezing with each low and ragged breathe.

In some twisted way, Steve thought that if he could hurt Bucky before she could, maybe it would hurt less. Maybe, if Steve thought it was a bad idea, Bucky wouldn't write her back, or maybe he would, just to tell her to never contact him again. Maybe its the jealousy that thrums through Steve at the thought of losing a friend, or maybe it's because he can't stand to see Bucky get close to someone when there is no one in the world that is bidding for his attention.

Steve gets letters, sure. But they are mostly from old women and family's he has saved or reunited. He also gets mail from children who have come to idolize him and he gets mail asking him to participate at local schools and to make appearances. They all want something or are thanking him for something he has already done, his time and energy already given.

It's supposed to be Steve and Bucky till the end of the line and women never got in the way of that before, but they way Bucky looks at those letters, his eyes lighting up at the words gives Steve pause. Bucky has never been this way about a women before and hell, maybe Steve should learn to be happy for his friend but instead the jealousy just eats away at him form the inside out.

When Bucky finally pulls himself from the couch he is shaking, tears stain his skin dry and cracking. He walks past the glass, the discarded crystal left to lay in waste on the floor. The whole universe in the shards becoming increasingly less important with each step Bucky takes towards his quarters.

He manages to pen a letter through his shaking, the lines of his letters wobbly. A few stray tears manage to fall onto the paper the ink smearing under them.

"Dear 201, I need to know that you are real. I need to know that you aren't just some sort of conspiracy or threat trying to get close enough to me to burn everything that surrounds me to the ground.

I need you to be real because I have this blurry image of you in my head that I need to make clear. I need to focus into all the details of you and commit them to memory. Each little, beautiful, imperfect piece. I crave the sight of you in your entirety.

I need to hear your laugh- I need to know if it sounds like pure joy blooming into the world. I need to hold your hands, to see the wear and calloses that adorn them. I need to know how your hand feels wrapped in mine when we shake the first time we meet. I need to know if it will ground me in the way your letters do. I crave you in your pieces and parts.

Most of all, I need you to be real because you are the best damn thing that has happened to me in years and if you aren't real- hell, if you aren't real, I don't know what I would make of myself.

With too much hope and heartache- Bucky Barnes"

Before the war, Bucky knew how to talk to women. Each dip of his voice and brush of a well placed finger had any women swooning over him. He had his pick, each and every time, knowing just what to say to earn himself a kiss at the end of the night. But never before this moment has he poured his heart out in its entirety.

There is nothing left in him to say- hell, there is nothing left in him to feel. He is now too barren to think or hope or cry. Every single piece of him now lies written in dark ink, the letters smudged and imperfect. There is no blood left in his chest, his heart now pumping electricity alone and it courses through him, numbing his already sore being with each mingling prickle.

The tear drops have dried now, but the paper is wrinkled where they once fell. The markings like gravestones for the hurt and hope that poured out of him, not only from his pen but from his heart.

He doesn't think twice about sending it, he doesn't have to. Like words spoken to gods, it was sent the moment it was said. The words are meant to be heard; there isn't a thing in the universe that can stop such a cosmic circumstance.

Sleep takes Bucky the moment his head hits the pillow, the catharsis of the evening allowing his body to rest. He sleeps on his mattress tonight, the blankets wrapping his body like a shroud. He sleeps like the dead as there is nothing left in him to keep him awake.

Steve doesn't sleep. Instead, he drinks, letting the Asgardian liquor continue to numb his senses. The room spins around him as sickness snakes itself through his body, making itself at home in the deepest parts of him.

Maybe that's how it is supposed to feel when you bare your soul to another. Honesty being rewarded with rest and respite while envious anger is rewarded with anguish in equal measure.

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queen-of-the-avengers · 9 months

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Step One: Forgiving Yourself

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: angst, feeling broken down, blaming yourself for the people you killed under hydra's command, no fluff whatsoever

Request by anon: Vixen and bucky vs therapy ft dr reener (frm fatws)

Summary: After the events at Wakanda, you and Bucky are placed in therapy to try and work out your feelings regarding Hydra. However, you're not keen on the idea of facing up to the horrors you've caused.

Squares Filled: villain turned hero (2019) for @avengersbingo

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Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

You have no idea what you’re doing here. Bucky and Steve insisted that you come here and start to heal, but you’ve already done that. Wakanda wiped Hydra from your mind. You’re trying to move past it, not revel in it.

“Is this necessary? I’m healed. I’ve apologized. I’ve done my part.”

“You haven’t dealt with the trauma,” Bucky sighs.

Bucky drags you into Dr. Raynor’s office despite your objections. This is a requirement from Steve and Tony that you must complete in order to go back into society as a normal person. Therapy doesn’t always work for everyone, but if you want to show them you’re fine, you have to go to this.

“Welcome, Y/N and James,” Dr. Raynor says.

“Please, call me Bucky.”

“Okay, Bucky. Do you both know why you’re here?”

“Because of what happened with Hydra,” Bucky answers.

You roll your eyes in annoyance but stay silent. You’re going to sit here and not say a word because this shit is stupid.

“How does that make you feel?”

“Terrible, I guess. It’s not something I like to relive.”

“What about you, Y/N? How does that make you feel?”

Bucky and Dr. Raynor looks at you but you shake your head at her dismissively.

“Pass.”

“Would you like to elaborate?”

“Nope.” You look over at Bucky and sigh at his disapproving look. “This whole thing is stupid.”

“Why?”

“This doesn’t really matter if I’ve already healed.”

“Have you?”

“Yes.”

“I want you to take a look at some photos.”

Dr. Raynor takes out a folder from her desk and shows you pictures from your past. The first one is of Wakanda when you escaped as Vixen. The second one is from the bar you went to where you’ve left bodies on the flood for Zemo. Three through six are other parts of your life as the dangerous Vixen. Tears form in your eyes but you refuse to let them fall. You look away from the pictures once you’ve had enough.

“If you were healed, you wouldn’t have looked away.”

“What’s your point?” you sniffle.

“The point is that you need to look at these pictures and not feel guilty.”

“Are you done?”

Dr. Raynor closes the file and leans back in her chair.

“This isn’t going to work if you won’t let it.”

“Okay, I’m out of here.”

You get up and leave Bucky alone. You walk all the way back to the compound where Steve is waiting for you.

“Hey, how did it go?” Steve asks.

You walk right past him without saying a word to him. You stomp all the way to your sewing room and slam the door shut behind you. Steve is about to go in when you lock the door, preventing anyone from walking in.

“Y/N?” Steve asks and knocks on the door.

When you give him no answer, he decides to give you some space. Bucky comes home two hours later, and Steve approaches him slowly in case he has the same reaction as you.

“How did it go? Are you going to slam a door in my face, too?”

“She won’t face it.” Bucky walks to the kitchen to crack open a beer and Steve follows him. “She knows what she did was wrong, but she wants to bury it instead of deal with it.”

“Maybe I can talk to her.”

“Yeah good luck. I have the same trauma as her, Steve. She’s not budging.”

“We’ll see.”

Steve gives you a few more hours of space before he heads to your sewing room. This time, it’s unlocked but he still knocks on the door and waits for your permission to enter.

“Come in,” you say quietly.

Steve enters the room and sees you’ve made a lot of different clothing from shirts to dresses to additions to others’ suits. You’re at the sewing machine working on some pants with your hair in a messy bun and a thimble on your thumb.

“Can we talk?”

“About what?” you ask distractedly.

“You know what. Therapy is going to help you.”

“If you’re going to talk about that, then you can leave.”

Steve walks over to you, kneels on the ground, and gently takes your hand away from the machine. Steve has always been good at making speeches, and you know he’s going to make a damn good one right now. You refuse to look at him but that’s not good enough for him. He reaches up and gently pulls your chin so you’re facing him.

There are already tears in your eyes.

“It’s going to hurt and you’re not gonna like it, but you are better than what they made you to be.”

“How can I face this? I hurt so many people and I didn’t apologize enough. I’m a killer. People are dead because of me. How can I ever apologize to them? To their families? Tell me, Steve, how can I make it right?”

“The first step to healing is forgiving yourself.”

The first step to healing is forgiving yourself.

“Will you go with me tomorrow?”

“Of course.”

The next day, you and Steve head over to the office. She had an opening in her schedule to fit you in since you’re on a weekly schedule with her. You’re nervous but you know you have to do this.

“Welcome in.” You and Steve get settled in the chairs across her desk. “This is a private meeting.”

“I want him here. Please,” you whisper.

“Alright. I’m glad you’re here. Let’s start easy. How are you feeling?”

“Tired,” you sigh. “Exhausted. Wakanda erased the trigger words from my head, but they didn’t erase what I did. I can never take that back. I’ve hurt a lot of people. Please tell me how I can make this go away.”

“Well, healing is different for everyone. Some things I’ve noticed help people is writing letters to the people they’ve hurt.”

“Some of them are dead,” you whisper painfully.

“Write them anyway. Take those letters and burn them. It’s a way of cleansing yourself of the memories and the pain.”

“What if it doesn’t work?”

“Then we try something else. We will not stop trying until we find something that works for you.”

“Okay, I’ll try.”

This better be the start of truly healing because you don’t know how much longer you can go with feeling like complete shit.

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legallyanxious · 8 months

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Okay I'm looking for a very specific fanfic

It could've been on AO3 or fanfiction.net, I'm honestly not sure

but it was a Stuckony fic, and basically it was an omega verse au I believe, where Steve and Bucky were in a relationship, Steve being the alpha, and Tony was an omega in an abusive relationship and they all meet and help Tony escape

I specifically remember there being a line about this judge person being an 'old order' alpha, if that helps narrow it down at all

This is kind of embarrassing LMAO but I desperately need to find it if not just to satisfy my curiosity

Please please tell me if you think you know what I'm talking about and ESPECIALLY if you have a link

#stuckony #Tony Stark #Steve Rogers #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #fanficiton #help finding a fic #fanfiction.net #archive of our own #omegaverse #tw abuse mention #stucky #Stony #ironwinter

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zombiiegrr · 1 year

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Question if I wrote a jealously or enemies to lovers fanfic who do u guys want it about? Peter Parker? Shuri?? Steve Rogers ??? JUST GIMME CHARACTERS.

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sebstan2022 · 2 years

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Release Me

Pairings: Dom Bucky Barnes x Sub Steve Rogers

Summary: After an intense mission of fighting, Steve wants to be released but will Bucky let him

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Cock Cage, CBT, Slapping, Anal Fingering, Master/Slave, Bondage, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Fight Kink, Sir Kink, Teasing

“Alright everyone had back, that looks like all of them” Steve spoke in his mic, fingers pressed to his ear to listen for any response, storming his way out of the warehouse, shield in tow and gun shoved back into his holster. He walked with a certain swag, hips swaying and muscles tensing against his suit, like they were bursting to get out and breath. He was certainly starting to feel it after that intense fight with a group of terrorists harbouring illegal weapons and bombs, which was unusual for him considering his super soldier serum running through his veins. It took a lot to take down the captain but today he was feeling it. As he entered the outside fresh air, the cold wind gushing across his face and lighting his cheeks up bright red, he noticed the rest of the gang at the jet.

There was a huge crate of what was assumed to be the illegal weapons and another crate which was designed carefully to hold the most dangerous weapon. Fury have given them the intel only an hour ago before they suited up and headed to the warehouse. The terrorists were planning on bombing the city, targeting shield and then the white house. It was a classic case of free willers, earning for a world run by themselves in which they believed they were doing good for the nation but only hurting everyone in turn. To the team, they were a piece of cake to take down. Everyone knew their part and played them well, earning a quick and easy defence against the opposition and in turn earning them the win. Fury would be happy no matter what method they used, you could even say he didn’t give a crap if they decided to turn around and torture every one of them for fun, as long as the country stayed safe and they didn’t completely wreck the place, he was happy.

Sam and Bucky loaded the jet with the evidence, safely loading it and buckling it so it didn’t jolt to much whilst taking off. Natasha ran a hand through her sweaty auburn hair, shaking it down her back and catching her breath. Clint was busy counting his arrows, safely depositing them in his holder and inspecting his bow. Some kid nearly destroyed it, and he was pissed. Steve could finally take his helmet off, his sweaty head allowed to finally breath and he too ran a hand over his exhausted face.

“Good work team, we’ll get these back to shield first then head back” he informed the group, climbing onto the jet to take position at front. He threw his helmet down on the side, hearing it clunk and clatter and grabbed a bottle of water, gulping it down with ease and swallowing the icy liquid. He sucked in a breath between gritted teeth and watched as Bucky and Sam entered the jet.

“Give us one of those” Sam held his hand out for a bottle and Steve reach down to pick one up. But he stopped abruptly and hissed. His hand almost reached for his crotch, but he slapped it against his thigh and shuffled awkwardly on his feet. The pain was irritable and not the normal kind of pain an ordinary person would experience. No, this was something different. Of course, Steve realised he was making a scene not long after he audibly groaned and looked up to see Sam and Bucky staring at him.

“You, okay?” Sam asked confused and Steve smiled forcefully.

“Yeah, just pulled a muscle” he shrugged and chucked Sam the water who hummed and then focused on his water. But as Steve looked around, his eyes caught Bucky’s and that smirk on his face.

‘Fuck’ Steve said to himself. Bucky knew exactly the reason why he was groaning. And he was enjoying it.

It wasn’t long before Steve and the rest of the group were back at the tower. Sam and Clint were hanging in the game’s room, fighting over winning the new car racing game. Steve wasn’t much into those. He was more of a conversation guy, listen to old records and candle lit dinners and evenings at the movies. As the group would say, that old man needs to get with the times. But he wasn’t the only one like that. Bucky was the same. Having been from the same year, both over a hundred years old, they were sometimes still living in the past. Natasha was in her own room, meditating with the soft music and candles lit across her room. It was something she took up a while ago to calm herself after a mission, destress and clear her mind. In fact, Fury had mentioned it to her.

And Steve… well he was in his bedroom, waiting patiently. He had been pacing for about a minute before he heard the footsteps, he knew all too well and stood in his spot, watching the door closely. He was teasing him, knowing that Steve was expecting the door to open straight away and when thirty seconds passed, Steve began to turn irritable and restless. He hopped on one foot to the other, hands clutching the other behind his back as he desperately waited for the door to open.

It felt like a whole ten minutes had passed before the door finally opened with a creak like it always did and Bucky's face appeared. His plump lips were pressed together in a neutral expression and when the door swung behind him, slamming, and nearly knocking the lamp on the bedside table off (something that happened frequently due to their strength) his smirk creeped onto his face as he strolled over.

“Hey” he greeted softly.

“Hi” Steve replied and gripped his hands tighter. He knew the rules. No touching without permission.

“Good leading today” Bucky praised as he reached him, and Steve's smile grew. They were the exact same height, if not Bucky being just an inch taller, and Steve had to lift his eyes ever so slightly.

“Thank you… Sir” the word made Bucky harden and grin and his bright blue eyes crisped at the edges. The words were on the tip of his tongue, and he was fighting to say them. Bucky could see the begging in his eyes and how he bounced on his heel to make the discomfort more bearable.

“Go on then, ask me?” Bucky ordered and Steve groaned softly. He was so desperate, and it was almost humiliating.

“Please Sir” he started off with. It was a good start but would get him nowhere.

“Please what?” Bucky stepped closer until his chest was almost touching Steve's, his hands dangling by his sides and teasing Steve. Teasing him by not even touching him but being so close to doing so.

“Please let me out, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you” Steve whined like a little boy, wanting a toy to play with, only what he wanted was pleasure. Bucky grinned further, enjoying the torment he was bringing onto Steve. Watching him go from leader to a whining little bitch and Bucky was going to make sure he knew it.

“It’s not even been five minutes and you’re already whining like a bitch” Bucky’s hand began to creep up against Steve's body, gliding over the comfy clothes he replaced from his suit and Bucky could feel him tensing. He squirmed to not bring his own hands forward and touch Bucky, knowing if he did, he’d receive correct immediately and most likely never be let out.

“How do you think the others would feel if they knew how much of a slut you really are, if they knew that their captain was really just a toy for me to use, all locked up and at my disposal” Bucky asked, whispering softly to Steve who let out a moan as Bucky trailed over his crotch, just barely grabbing his aching member.

“I don’t know Sir” Steve breathed, not even paying much attention to the question. Bucky didn’t half care either, it was more just to rile Steve up which worked every time. Bucky could feel him start to shake and he was desperate to be released.

“Perhaps we should go tell them” he tilted his head and Steve groaned. His heart picked up a beat and a dread washed over him. He knew deep down Bucky was joking but the fear of his colleagues and teammates finding out that captain America was actually a submissive for Bucky Barnes filled him with dread and his stomached turned into a tight knot.

“Whatever you would like Sir” he answered, and Bucky chuckled, hand reaching behind his neck and tightly grasping it, yanking him forwards.

“Exactly, whatever I like” he whispered back before pouncing a kiss of Steve's lips, engulfing his mouth, and taking control. Steve moaned into Bucky's tender kiss, soft plump lips, and nose grazing against his. Warm skin and scratches from his beard. Steve felt like he was going to explode any minute and he knew deep down he had a while to go before he would be feeling any sort of pleasure. Bucky kissed him deeper, his hand now sliding into those blonde locks and grasping them tightly. Steve hissed as they broke the kiss, and his head was craned backwards.

“Now be a good boy and get undressed for me” he ordered, and Steve nodded as much as he could against Bucky's hold.

“Yes Sir” he immediately undressed, flinging off his joggers and t-shirt, leaving him completely naked. Steve hadn’t bothered with underwear, making it less work for him to get undressed. He stood back in position, chin high and hands behind his back. His chest puffed out and glistened from the layer of sweat. But what was most eye catching was his cock. Two days he had been locked in the cage, swollen, and fighting to feel any pleasure. Two days he had gone without masturbation, and he was dying, aching for a release, aching to be touched by Bucky or his own hand. Today was the toughest. Fighting those terrorists whilst wearing a cock cage isn’t something he’d recommend to anyone. Bucky knew they had a mission but kept it on anyway. It was why he was smirking earlier. Steve didn’t pull a muscle, he couldn’t with having that serum running through him. he was wincing because of his aching cock… like a slut.

The cage was metal, keeping his cock completely limp with the head of it poking out the end to allow for use of the bathroom. His balls were currently being squished and fighting against the two metal compartments for them. He had absolutely no way of touching himself, giving himself a hard on or any way to come. He was lucky Bucky didn’t seal off his hole to ensure defiantly no coming. He managed to get away with just the cage.

“Look at you, all swollen and desperate for release, I bet that was hard wasn’t it, fighting like this earlier, all locked up” Bucky trailed his hand down, reaching the top of his crotch, nearly touching the exposed skin available to touch.

“Yes, Sir it was”.

“And now you want out” Bucky clarified.

“Yes Sir, please let me out, I’ll make you feel good, I’ll do whatever you want me to do” Steve begged and Bucky grinned, flashing his teeth.

“Well, you know I like it when you keep up a fight” and then he lifted his hand, smacking it across Steve's face so hard it nearly knocked him over. Steve could actually feel the smack, the tingle and burning sensation afterwards and Steve gritted his teeth, breathing in deeply before staring back at Bucky. He was not going to give up this easily. Bucky wants a fight and that’s what he’ll get. Steve loved to play this game. Force him to submit and then finally relinquish all control and give into the sexy super soldier before him.

Steve moved his face back to the middle, sucking in a breath to fight the tingle on his cheek. If this were someone else, they’d most likely be groaning in agony from the slap but his serum was doing half the work for him. But it wasn’t long before Bucky smacked him again, this time the other cheek and sent his head flying to the other side, another grunt escaping through gritted teeth. Steve wasn’t giving in that easily and Bucky loved it when he fought to.

“You love it when I smack you about like a piece of meat don’t you, just a slut for me to use and abuse and make me feel good” Bucky teased, slapping again, this time Steve wobbling on his feet, trying to gain his balance.

“My perfect little submissive, knows exactly what his place is” Bucky spoke as if Steve wasn’t even there, a grin plastered on his face and another smack to his now swollen cheeks, red and puffy.

“Is that all you got” Steve commented lowly, and Bucky huffed. Here he was fighting back. Bucky sucked in his bottom lip, running his teeth over before lifting his boot and kicking Steve right in the chest, sending him on top of the bed. A gut-wrenching groan came from Steve, coughing as the wind was kicked out of him and he clutched his abs.

“You know I can go harder than that” Bucky stood between his legs, smacking his hands on his chest, and running his fingers up to Steve's collarbone, gripping his shoulders and yanking him upwards. Steve rested on his palms as Bucky pressed a knee over his aching cock, confined to its cage which was worse than the kick to his stomach. Steve hissed and wiggled under Bucky but was careful not to squirm too much. It was harder with his cock in the cage, all swollen and sensitive.

“Now are you going to be a good boy for me” he whispered, and Steve nodded fast.

“Yes, yes Sir” he breathed. Bucky gripped his hair and yanked his head back, sucking hard on his lips as he kissed him, popping his bottom lip out. Steve moaned and looked up sweetly into Bucky's eyes, enjoying the little piece of pleasure he earned just there.

Moments later, Steve was bound on the bed. His hands were tied to his anklets and rope tied around under his knees, bringing them up and tied to the headboard behind him. he was open and on display, hole puckering as he wiggled in the bondage. Bucky smirked as he strolled to the bed, now naked and free, cock dangling openly as he climbed on the bed. Steve was look perfect and beautiful and desperate for cock and coming. Bucky crawled over to Steve straddling his chest and running his nails across his chest leaving bright scratch marks which made Steve hiss.

Bucky chuckled enjoying the torture and pain he was inflicting on Steve. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to give Steve any pleasure. He’d just have to wait and ask nicely enough. For now, it was all about him.

“Open that gorgeous mouth of yours” Bucky ordered as he held his dick, ready to be sucked and worshipped. Steve opened his mouth widely, sticking his tongue out which allowed Bucky to stroke it across the wet thing, teasing Steve. His cock twitched in the cage and pressed against the cold metal, aching to become hard. A little taste was for starters as he pressed the tip of his cock inside Steve's mouth, yanking it out before he could taste anymore.

“Please Sir more, I want more of your cock” he whispered, whining at the edge of his tone and puppy dog eyes. Bucky groaned and placed his cock further inside, stroking it slowly out. Steve leaned forward to try and get more of his length in, hungry for his master’s cock. Bucky wasn’t going to waste time now. He wanted Steve's nice wet mouth wrapped around him. A hand cupped the back of Steve's neck and forced his head down on to his cock. He thrusted in and out, his cock hitting the back of Steve's throat earning a gag every time.

“Oh, fuck Steve, you feel so good on my cock” Bucky moaned, leaning his head backwards. Saliva dribbled down Steve's chin, pooling at the crook of his chest. Bucky thrusted faster inside Steve's mouth, earning gurgled sounds. His lips pressed over his cock and turned him harder within moments. Steve gripped his fists tightly as his mouth was fucked in the awkward position. His teeth slightly grazed the skin, and he sucked on the end of Bucky's cock, popping it from his mouth and sucking in a deep breath before it was shoved straight back in there. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as Bucky used his mouth.

“That’s it, suck your master’s cock” Bucky felt his orgasm coming but groaned sharply as come flew into Steve's mouth, cock twitching and shaking as he released. Sweat dripped from both of them and heavy breaths as well. Steve's mouth was full and sticky and salty, and he licked his lips of every last drop. His cock was ready to explode out of the cage, red skin, and the tip twitching. Bucky calmed his body down, crawling backwards off Steve's chest as he reached his ass.

“God your cock is just aching to come out isn’t it” Bucky smirked as he grabbed the locked-up member, palming him. Steve flinched and gasped, legs flailing about as Bucky pressed his thumb in the sensitive areas. So desperate and needy.

“Please Sir, please let me come, I’ve been so good for you” Steve begged, and Bucky chuckled. A finger flicked on his asshole, pressing inwards teasingly and Steve pressed his head into the pillow. It was becoming too much for him. The pleasure and pain of being denied and delayed an orgasm. He had no choice though.

“Get my fingers ready” Bucky placed his hand under Steve's chin who sucked up as much saliva and spat into his hand. Bucky wiped it over Steve's asshole before pressed a metal finger to the opening, slowly pressing inside. He was tight especially since Bucky had last been in there a few days ago.

“Fuck you’re so tight Steve” Bucky whispered and pressed his finger in further, opening him up. His asshole stretched painfully, and Steve groaned in the pillow, toes curling. Bucky slipped the finger out and place two in, the metal gliding over and in easily. His fingers were so long, and he could feel his prostate. An index finger curled at it and Steve jumped, groaning.

“Oh, please Sir” he didn’t know how long he could beg for.

“That’s it, keep begging me” another finger followed, and his asshole was opening wider and wider. Whilst his metal hand was busying playing with his ass, his other hand was busying with his swollen cock. Another index finger teased the tip of his cock, tickling it and making Steve squirm. Steve clenched around Bucky's fingers, breathing heavily as the pleasure began to overload him. The metal fingers pumped in and out, skin flapping and cock bouncing. Steve was sweating and tensing his body, a tingle running through his body.

He continued to beg, pleading to be allowed to come and be released. He wouldn’t be able to come with that monster on his cock, holding him back. And with the fingers in his ass, it was becoming harder to hold back. Bucky squeezed what he could of his balls, pinching any skin bursting out of the cage and gripped it tightly at the base. Steve almost yelled but clenched his jaw. He didn’t want someone to hear him.

“You want out Steve” Bucky asked, and he nodded fast.

“Yes, yes please Sir, I’ll do anything for you” he begged, eyes closed and fingers latching onto his ankles for support.

“I know you will, because you’re my slut aren’t you, my bitch to play with, to do what I want. Everyone thinks you’re the one in charge but really, I am, aren’t I”.

“Yes, yes you are Sir, you’re in charge, you’re my master. I’ll do anything for you” Bucky was fingers deep in his asshole and pumped them harder for another ten seconds before pulling them out, his hole puckering. A jangle of keys alerted Steve and suddenly he felt cold on his cock. The cage was removed, and the moment Bucky wrapped his hand around his cock he jumped for the heavens, groaning loudly into the pillow, eyes barely open like he was half asleep and toes curling tightly that they turned white. Bucky rubbed him fast, long fingers wrapping around tightly, and he could see him twitching, ready to release.

“Please Sir can I come?” this was the final straw for Steve. He needed to come and if he was denied, he considered coming anyway. But Bucky wasn’t going to be that cruel.

“Yes, you can” he granted Steve's wish and come flew onto his hand, shooting up and spilling over his crotch, running down his thighs and over Bucky's hand. It was the best orgasm he ever had. Like a million fireworks going off. He was sensitive and twitchy and hot and sticky and tired. But he was in pleasure overload and his head rested back in the pillow as he calmed down from the most intense orgasm he ever had. Bucky cupped his balls softly and palmed them, earning little flinches from Steve and chuckled softly.

“Come clean me off” he held his hand for Steve to lick off his come off. Steve looked up with tired eyes and a drunk smile on his face.

“Thank you, Sir,” he whispered and Bucky grinned, leaning over and kissing him sweetly.

“Good boy” another peck and a nose rub followed. Bucky untied Steve, letting him down gently before lying in bed beside him, arms wrapped around each other, fingers in hair and rubbing soft circles over his chest.

“Please tell me I won’t be in the cage for a while, that nearly killed me” Steve murmured against Bucky's chest who laughed softly, pressed his lips to his forehead.

“Fine, no cage… but we’ll have to do something with your ass” he teased, and Steve glanced up, seeing that smirk on his face.

“Jerk”.

“Punk” the two laid there naked and tussled and sleepy and completely in bliss. Steve for a second did wonder.

What would the others think if they knew this is what he was like behind closed doors?

Hey so I hope you like this one shot, let me know what you think in the comments

#Bucky Barnes #James Buchanan Bucky Barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #Bucky Barnes smut #Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan smut #Sebastian stan fanfiction #dom bucky barnes #captain america the winter soldier #captain america #Chris Evans #chris evans smut #chris evans fanficiton #Steve rogers #Steve Rogers fanficition #Steve Rogers smut #sub Steve rogers

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coldlittlecuties · 2 years

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Master Post

*= Contains Potentially Triggering Content

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Warmth of a Star

Trailer: Steve woke up scared and alone in the 21st Century. He had to adjust to this new world on his own. He had to deal with the grief of losing his home and almost everyone he knew. He had to deal with the trauma of war, of losing Bucky, of losing everything that was familiar. And yet, Steve couldn’t let anyone see how much Captain America was suffering. He had to be strong for his team and for his country, with no one to support him. But what if Steve had someone to help him? What if he had someone who understood that he was dealing with more trauma and grief and loneliness than anyone could imagine? What if he had someone who saw him as more than just Captain America, who saw him as Steve Rogers?

Chapter 1- An Arctic Scavenger Hunt: Stella Smith is a 16-year-old intern at S.H.I.E.L.D. working for Agent Coulson. She is permitted to come with him and Lieutenant Hope to the Arctic Circle.

Chapter 2: In Progress…

Steve x Bucky

Polar Bear Plunge: Sam, Steve, and Bucky had been sent out on a mission to check on a suspected supply of Super Soldier Serum. The Serum winds up in the lake, and Steve and Bucky go in after it.

Post-Mission After Drop: Steve tends to get cold easier. He sometimes has after drop moments after being in the not-so-cold, getting too stressed, getting sick, or getting too tired. This happens especially after long missions when he’s stressed and tired. Luckily, he has Bucky. Inspired by the lovely @softersteve!

Fluffy Ficlet: Stucky and Flowers: Steve gets Bucky some flowers he found on his way home from work. Turns out, Steve isn’t the only one with allergies. Written for the wonderful @buckysnose!

Shivery Snuggles: Inspired by a bit of cold weather at the time, Steve and Bucky cuddle in their cold apartment.

Stucky Pre-War Cuddles: Pre-Serum Steve gets so cold in winter, but Bucky’s always there to keep his best guy warm. This was inspired by a request from a sweet anon!

Colds, Chilly Nights, and Tissues: Bucky’s coming down with a cold, and being locked out of his apartment in the chilly early springtime air didn’t help. Requested by the lovely @buckysnose!

Stucky: Wintertime Sickfic

Part 1: Steve and Bucky are sent to the Mount Denali region in Alaska shortly after New Year’s. It was supposed to be a simple overnight mission to check out an old HYDRA base. The weather has other plans.

Part 2: The cabin where our favorite super soldiers are trapped is only getting colder as the snowfall becomes a proper snowstorm. Steve has a stupid and reckless plan to get them help.

Part 3: In Progress…

Stucky x Reader

Period Pains: When period cramps get bad, the Super Soldier boys are there to provide comfort. Written for the wonderful @softersteve!

Saw Franchise

Chainshipping

Sawliday AU: Adam and Lawrence wake up in an old ranger station in the middle of nowhere two weeks after the New Year. They have no way to contact anyone and no idea where they are. What they do have are the clothes on their backs, a torn up map that only shows them where to go, and a six-foot chain locking them together.

Chapter 1: How did this happen?

Chapter 2: Two bros chilling in a forest. Six feet apart ‘cause they are gay.

Chapter 3: In Progress...

*Comfortember 2020 in 2021

Some of these stories contain triggering content, but I am marking them all as potentially triggering because all of the stories reference the abuse Bucky endured from HYDRA. Each story has a specific warning, too.

Day 1- Rescue: Steve finds Bucky cold, alone, starving, and frightened on a rainy New York morning. He doesn’t hesitate to take him in.

Day 2- First Day: The super soldiers made it back to Steve’s apartment.

Day 3- Nightmare: Bucky may be safe from the elements and HYDRA, but he isn’t free of nightmares.

Day 4- Anxiety: Bucky’s nightmare has him really shaken up. He’s convinced he’s dangerous, and that if he stays around Steve, he’ll hurt him when the Winter Soldier inevitably takes over again.

Day 5- Cuddling: The Super Soldiers have a calm moment together after the stress and anxiety.

Day 6- Afraid to Sleep: Bucky’s afraid that if he goes to sleep, he’ll have another nightmare and possibly hurt Steve

Day 7- Blanket Fort: Steve makes a blanket fort, then tells Bucky some of his favorite memories he has of the two of them.

Days 8, 9, and 10- Lashing Out, Confessions, Crying: Bucky is frustrated because Steve still won’t stop trying to make him remember while Steve is becoming more and more desperate to get his boyfriend back.

Day 11- PTSD: It’s hard to love when you’re swallowed by fear.

~ Currently on Hiatus ~

Whump Prompts

Feel free to use any of these for stories or art! Please tag me if you use any, I would love to read them!

Romantic Caretaker and Whumpee: Requested by a lovely anon! Whumpee gets caught in a thunderstorm while waiting to meet caretaker for their date.

Prompt 1: Whumpee runs cold and struggles to hide it from their team.

Prompt 2: Platonic Caretaker and Whumpee have been friends, almost family for a long time. But there’s something Whumpee is hiding from Caretaker.

Prompt 3: Accidental Bad Caretaker.

Prompt 4: Another accidental Bad Caretaker, but this Caretaker becomes worse.

#master post #mcu #marvel #stucky #marvel cinematic universe #steve rogers #bucky barnes #warmth of a star #fanficiton #i almost posted this to the wrong tumblr #oops #my apologies for accidentally tagging on the wrong blog #saw #saw franchise #saw 1 #chainshipping #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #adam x lawrence

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hermesmaximoff · 4 years

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bookshelf

For those asking, I am still unsure about taglists. I've had wasteful experiences with them in the past. I'll update this as I see fit.

On another note: i do not consent to any of my works to be posted on any other site unless given specfic permission. if you want to find my work elsewhere i am on ao3 and wattpad under the same name.

MCU

the class | the dinner | the date | the m word

➢ in which bucky develops a relationship with his classmate, thanks to his daughter. (college!au, single dad!bucky)

reckless

➢ seeing death days means she doesn’t care about getting injured

new rules

➢ bucky decides to change up the set (violinist!bucky, string band!au)

mx atlazonian

➢ a new superhero makes an appearance during a natural disaster (possible dark!clark, non-binary oc)

deal

➢ fred weasley finally gets a tattoo (non-binary!reader, tattoo artist!au)

#masterlist #hermes bookshelf #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fan fiction #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #peter parker x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #steve rogers fanficiton #peter parker fanfiction #clark kent x reader #clark kent fanfiction

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strangermarvelss · 3 years

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happier- s.r & b.b

Pairing: stucky x female!reader

Summary: the aftermath of a breakup (inspired by “happier” by olivia rodrigo)

Warnings: angst, poly relationship, major sadness, slight smut

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: I’ve been really into stucky x reader fics lately and I’ve noticed that there aren’t a lot of angsty fics that don’t involve one of the members of the relationship being injured or stubborn on a mission, SO, here is something different when talking about stucky x reader angst fics, but nothing new when talking about my angsty fics. Enjoy!- sava

Exiting your room in the Avengers Compound, you tip toe down the hall and make your way to the elevator. You had to be extra quiet when walking the halls at 4am, as you didn’t want to inconvenience anyone or wake them from their much needed rest. Especially two super soldiers you’ve been avoiding for a month now.

You press the button for the elevator, waiting for the silver doors to open up and engulf you to send you off to your location. You sighed as you rubbed your eyes, internally beating yourself up for waking up so early in order to train. But you also knew that, in the end, you’ll thank yourself later for saving yourself the awkward stares of your other teammates. You’ve already learned that the hard way.

Hopping in the elevator, you press the floor number of the training room, and feel the weightlessness for a moment of descending down the floors so quickly. The sensation of traveling in the elevators always comforted you, one of only a few things that brought you joy now-a-days. You relax for a moment as you continue descending down a few floors, until the journey is over and you are welcomed to the empty training room. Turning the lights on, you walk over and set your towel and water bottle on the bench, crack your neck, and make your way over to the punching bag.

You wrap your hands and start off softly with your punches, trying to clear your mind as you start your warm up. But unfortunately, you’re unable to stop thinking about the day. The day the world around you started crashing, and leaving you heartbroken.

“Doll, can we talk to you?” You hear Bucky say, moments after you walked into the door of your shared bedroom. You noticed Steve sitting next to him, unable to keep eye contact with you and made his lap his new favorite sight. You weren’t going to deny that you were worried in that moment, and you were right to be.

“Yeah, what’s up?” You say, setting your purse down on the chair in the corner of the room and looking to them. Bucky sighed and looked to Steve for a moment, who looked up from his lap and nodded at Bucky, his face emotionless.

“The two of us have been talking, and um…well we want to take our relationship to the next step,” he began to say, looking to you at the end. You were nodding, trying to think what more could you take your relationship to. You already all lived together, and you all had been officially together for about two years now, so you were thinking about maybe the big stuff. Getting married? Adopting a pet? Or maybe…having a baby?

“Well we all live together already, so what exactly would be the next step for us?” You asked with a glimmer in your eye. You were so optimistic about your future with the loves of your life, but looking back on it? You were just being naive.

“Well, um, that’s the thing…” Bucky began to say.

Punch.

“When I said ‘we’, I meant Steve and I…”

Punch.

“W-wait…What are you trying to say Buck?” You questioned.

Punch.

“Steve and I want to take our relationship further. Just the two of us. Without you.” He finally spit out. Your jaw physically dropped a little, but you quickly covered it up by quickly shutting your mouth. You just nodded, still in complete shock about this revelation they were sharing with you.

“You’re breaking up with me?” You asked, knowing the answer already, but you needed to hear them confirm it.

“Yes, Y/N, we’re breaking up with you, Bucky confirmed. You stepped back for a moment, looking anywhere but at Bucky, you physically couldn’t. You didn’t understand what you had done wrong, or why they wanted the sudden change, or even if it was a sudden decision. You wanted to ask them all of these questions, beg and plead for answers, but you just wanted to get out of there at the same time.

You picked up your purse from the chair, anger mixed with sadden oozing out of every part of your body. You wanted to yell. You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry, but you wouldn't do any of that in front of them. They expected you to react in that way, that's why they were so hesitant to even do it. You were not going to give them the satisfaction of getting a dramatic and big reaction out of you. You just needed to leave, they wouldn't see it coming.

You quickly walked towards the door of what was officially your former shared bedroom with Bucky and Steve, but froze as your hand hovered over the door knob. You turned back a second, still avoiding Bucky like the plague, and directed all your attention towards Steve.

Punch.

“Do YOU really want this, Stevie?” You asked, hurt evident in your voice. You saw him look up at you for a brief moment, still unable to see any sort of emotion on his face.

“Yes,” he managed out.

Punch.

You scoffed, shaking your head as you turned back towards the door and walked out of the bedroom, and your relationship, with a slam of the door.

Punch. Punch. Punch.

“Hey Y/N! Stop!” You hear, quickly pulling you out of the memory of the day and back into your reality. You direct your attention towards the elevator and see Sam running in, getting closer and closer to you.

“Last time you went that hard on the punching bag you nearly broke your hands! You’re supposed to keep training light until you’re cleared,” Sam reminds you, making you role your eyes.

“Yeah, I remember. And I was cleared,” You tell him, unwrapping your hands and seeing tender red spots that will be black and blue tomorrow morning.

“By who? Wouldn’t we have all gotten an announcement sent out to us?”

“I cleared me,” You say matter-of-factly. You see his face fall back to a stern look, and you flash him a cheerful smile, before wiping it back to an emotionless one. You walk over to your stuff on the bench and chug some water, needing to have a break anyway. You wrap your towel around your necking sit for a moment as Sam continues to look at you. You sigh and get up.

“I came here to workout in peace, and with you being here, it kind of ruins that,” you tell him as you walk towards the elevators.

“Look, if all of this is because of what happened between you and Bucky and Ste-,” he began to say. You stopped in your place and turned around quickly, holding your pointer finger out to him.

“DON’T,” you said, your range physically showing.

“Don’t,” you warn him, backing away and back towards the elevators. You love Sam, but he was getting close to a line that nobody in the compound wanted to cross with you for the foreseeable future.

You lean against the cool metal wall of the elevator as you ascend a few floors, wanting a little snack/ small breakfast before everyone else started to wake up. It was a constant battle to only go in common areas during times you knew no one else would be out there. Asking Friday several times a day if someone was in the hallway or kitchen so you were safe to go eat without judgement from your team or agents roaming around the compound whenever you need to run errands. All you wanted to do was hide, instead of face the truth.

You turn the corner of the hallway as you exit the elevator and walk into the kitchen, starting some coffee and cracking a few eggs. You gather some bread and pop it in the toaster, tapping your foot as you make your eggs. It was getting closer and closer to when the super soldiers would go on their morning run before going to training with Sam and Nat. You knew their schedule very well, since you spent better part of 2 years being in the middle of them, thinking everything was equal. Silly you.

You pour the coffee into your favorite mug and make your plate with the food you’ve made. Sitting at the island, you sigh before digging into your breakfast. You needed to eat quickly, but not so fast that you die from choking on your food. Everything was a constant battle. Getting up in the morning, eating, avoiding everyone in the compound. Nothing put you at ease hardly. You are tense all the time. Tense, angry, sad, lonely. Nothing felt the same anymore, not without them.

“I love you so much doll,” Steve told you as he pounded into you. Your moans were filling the room as Bucky’s attention was fully on your breasts. You ran one hand through Bucky’s long locks, grabbing and pulling as the other hand ran up and down Steve’s back, leaving scratch marks for him to love in the morning.

Steve's moans and groans told you he was getting close, and the concentration on his face was telling you he wanted you to come first. He waited so long to finally have sex with you, waiting for the right time in your relationship. After all, it was his first time ever with a woman. And you were glad for the wait.

“Doing so well for us baby,” Bucky whispered in your ear as he quickly bit it, building your orgasm more.

“C’mon baby, come for us,” Steve says, breathless as he goes harder and faster. “Let go.”

You’re pulled back out of the memory by the sound of giggling come from down the hall. You quickly sweep the rest of the food off your plate with your fork and into your mouth, standing up quickly and practically throwing your plate and fork into the sink. You go to the fridge and grab a yogurt to go, grabbing your coffee and closing the door of the fridge. When you do, you see Bucky and Steve walking into the kitchen, giggling like high schoolers. They turn to you and quickly wipe their faces of any sign of happiness, covering up their laughs with a cough and clearing of their throats.

You pick up a spoon from the utensil drawer and slam it shut, walking around them and out of the kitchen for the rest of the day. You lock eyes with Steve for a moment, glaring at him as he stands there, emotionless. Is that all he feels when he looks at you? Did nothing from the past two years matter to him?

Maybe all that love was in your head.

As you make your way down the hallways and to the elevator once more, you hear their giggling continue. All anger is washed out of your body when you hear their adorable laughs. The overwhelming desire to cry and a painful feeling in your chest overtakes all the anger in just an instant.

You walk onto the elevator and wait for the doors to close before you sink to the floor. You hold your coffee close to your chest, needing to feel something to check if you had just died back there. You hated that they still had a hold on you. They broke your heart. They torn it our of your body, ripped it to pieces, and stomped on it. And yet you still love them.

You want them to be happy. Hell, you thought they were happy with you. But if you aren’t able to keep them satisfied or content in life, then they shouldn’t be with you. It won’t stop you from loving or hating them, but you will know that they’re probably better off without you, like everyone usually is.

You hope they’re happy. Just not happier.

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sebstan2020 · 3 months

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New World Order

Chapter 8

Summary: In this world you were one of three things. A submissive, a switch or a dominant. The state of New York was run by council members, Steve Rogers, James Barnes and Tony Stark, leading the world run by rules and laws ensuring everything was in its rightful place. Violet had been a submissive her whole life. but when a chance arises to add control and freedom into her life, she takes a risk and embarks on a wild ride.

Warnings: Violence, Dystopian themes, Submissive, Switch, Dominant, BDSM, Drug Use, Control, Dark Themes, Slavery, Prisoners, Power Dynamics, Alternative Universe, Sadistic Themes

The door shut, and Natasha finally relaxed. All night, she was tense and wasn’t going to release it until the three of them had left. Peter didn’t count because he was only an apprentice, but the council members sure knew how to make one feel intimidated. Natasha stormed into the kitchen where Violet was, washing the dishes, and she snatched the tee towel from the side and began drying. She didn't say a word to Violet and kept a scowl on her face while she dried. Violet looked over to her and instantly knew she was pissed.

"Oh, come on, you can't still be mad at me,” she said, and Natasha answered with an annoyed grunt.

"Yes, I’m mad at you... Why the hell would you think it’s a good idea to say you’re a switch to the council members when you’re a submissive?” She snapped, and Violet rolled her eyes.

“Maybe because I am one,” she answered back.

"I can’t believe this... You don’t get how serious this could be for you if they find out.".

"Well, they won’t find out, Tash... Besides, the drugs have settled in now; I display all the signs of a switch; they won’t even know,” Violet groaned.

“They aren’t just any people, Violet; they know when someone is lying... If they find out you took illegal classification-changing drugs, they will send you to that facility, and let me tell you, James is not someone to mess with. He won’t care that you’re my sister; he will do whatever he likes to change you back to a submissive, and I’ve heard some rotten things that go on in there.”.

“Thanks for trying to scare me,” Violet huffed, shaking her head and returning to the washing.

"Well, you should be... And now they want you to work for them. Do you really think that’s a good idea?”.

"Look, I haven't had a decent job for ages; this might be the only chance I get; besides, submissives never get a good job, so maybe it’s for the better that I’m a switch.”.

"What are you talking about? There are plenty of good jobs out there for submissives," Natasha argued.

“Like what?” She wasn’t wrong; there was no way a submissive could have any sort of hierarchy job like a CEO or lawyer, something that fit a dominant personality more than hers. Her sweet personality only allowed her jobs that meant hard work and barely any money.

"Besides, it's not like I’m going to be their PA or something; I’ll probably be working in the storeroom or something. and if you’re there, you can keep an eye on me.” She rolled her eyes at that thought, even though it was probably a good thing. At least Natasha could make sure she didn’t do anything else that was stupid and cause her to spill the beans on her illegal doings. There was a tense silence between them, and Natasha sighed, throwing the tee towel on the side and padding over to her sister.

"Look, you’re my baby sister, and it’s my job to look after you. I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you; I just wish you would have told me about all this first.”.

"Why, so you could change my mind?” Violet sassed back.

“No, so I could help you. I didn’t realise this was something that really bugged you,” Natasha said softly, and Violet relaxed, letting out a soft sigh through her nose. It was something that bugged her, and she never expected Natasha to understand. But maybe talking to her before hand would have helped.

"Look, you don’t understand what being a submissive is like, and trying to find a Dom that isn’t just a lazy, controlling freak is hard. I dare say I was jealous of you and your life,” she scoffed, and Natasha smirked.

“But maybe I should have spoken to you first,” she admitted, and Natasha pulled her in for a hug, squeezing her tightly. Violet settled into her arms and smiled softly. Natasha was a hard cookie, but when it came to her sister, the softer side of her came out.

"Okay, but listen, when we are at work, you need to listen to me and do what I say because if you even slip up once, they will arrest you at the first signs," Natasha warned, poking a hard finger at Violet, who rolled her eyes.

"Yes, okay, I'll listen to you," she groaned, returning to the dishes. Violet would be lying if she said she wasn't a little nervous now. It was going to be hard not to mention anything about being submissive. She just hoped that she wouldn't be in the presence of the council members all day.

Correctional Facility, Brooklyn

The quiet sobs and whimpers echoed in the large room, bouncing off the walls. The deadly click of dress shoes on the cold stone floor made her heart beat faster. The clink of chains rattling against each other as she gripped onto the cuffs around her ankles and wrists, suspending her high above the ground, showed how much fear she had inside. how long she had been like this, she wasn't sure, but her arms were starting to ache and her neck was straining to lift her head up as it fell backwards.

Leila. She was only a young girl. pretty blonde hair with dazzling blue eyes and perky lips. a submissive by birth, but for the last six months she has been dominant. Curtosy of some classification-changing drugs she brought from the black market. The dealer gave her a good deal for three pills, and she and two others decided they were done with the submissive life. She wanted control, to be in charge, and to have that fiery spark in her.

After the first month of paranioa, she finally realised she had gotten away with it and lived her life as if she hadn't broken the law. but only a few weeks ago did that all change. It started off with a date with this boy she met at a bar—a submissive lad with dark hair; he looked to be young himself. A few drinks down, and she let her hair loose. She decided to bring him back to her place for some more fun, but it was unknown to her that the boy she brought back was an undercover agent for the council. It only took ten minutes in her house for him to realise she was really submissive and that she had changed her classification to dominant.

Seconds later, she was in handcuffs and brought straight to the correctional facility. And that's how she ended up like this. The first week was okay. The process of being admitted to the correctional facility was simple. A doctor administers a drug to remove the classification-changing drugs from their system, and they are given a pair of white clothes consisting of a t-shirt and white pants with sneakers, much like a prison.

Each inmate is given their own cell, consisting of a small room with a bed, a window, a table, and a bathroom. It's much nicer than a prison, but more like an asylum, only cleaner and brighter. But it's not all cushty. A contract is given stating that once admitted, you are under the care of the correctional facility until deemed fit to enter the city, and you only leave once you are fully turned back to your birth classification.

Once signed, you're no longer in control. That's when training begins.

Leila had not expected her training to be under the supervision of James Barnes himself. It wasn't unknown that James got himself involved with inmates and their training, and it was rumoured he only took on the ones he wanted to suffer or would enjoy retraining himself.

So here she was, suspended in the middle of the room, her ankles and wrists chained to a ring hanging from a chain, with not an inch of clothing on her. Her long blonde hair dangled, and small beads of sweat dripped from her temples. A single tear ran down her cheek and dripped to the floor, leaving a tiny puddle of water.

The click of a cabinet opening caught Leila's attention, and she lifted her head as much as possible, looking down the gap between her legs. There he was, his back towards her, his tall frame covering whatever he was retreiving from the cabinet, most likely some torture device or implement. A soft whimper escaped, and she dropped her head from the strain of having to hold it up.

James turned, a smirk on his face and a hum in his voice as he slowly padded over, the long riding crop gripped gently by his hand at his side. His all-black suit added to the darkness around him.

"Tell me, Leila, why did you think you could get away with illegally changing your classification?" He spoke softly in a tone that was patronising and dominating. Leila swallowed hard, not sure what to answer with.

"I don't know," she whimpered.

"You do know that's a serious crime, don't you?" He asked, narrowing his eyes as he circled around her, the whip coming into her eyeline, and she tensed up, the chains slightly rattling.

"Yes," she answered. She was now wishing she had never done it in the first place. It was all well and good when she was getting away with it, and now she was here, having to endure whatever kind of training this was.

"You're a submissive, not a dominant, not a switch, a submissive. You were born a submissive and will remain a submissive for the rest of your life, and until I see that you are fit to remain in society, you will be under my supervision. Do I make myself clear?" James stopped at her head, staring down at her, and Leila swallowed again.

"Yes," she murmured, and a sharp slap to her thigh made her jolt and squrim in the chains. The slap echoed in the room, loud and vicious.

"Yes, what?" he ordered.

"Yes, sir," she answered with a whimper, and a smirk appeared on his lips. He slowly leaned down, his face inches from hers, his dark eyes staring into hers.

"Because you do know, I can easily have you entered into slavery. You don't want that, do you?" He whispered, and she shook her head fast.

"No," she squeaked. Never had she been more scared in her life. She was at the mercy of James Barnes and the rumours of which his sadistic methods were true.

"Good girl, first things first, a submissive will always address their dominant by sir or mistress if you have a female dominant. You will only address me as Sir, or you will be punished. Do I make myself clear?" he said as he started walking around her again.

"Yes, sir," she squeaked, and James smirked.

"Good, we'll get started then."

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lovelybarnes · 2 years

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rockefeller- s. rogers

pairings: steve rogers x reader, platonic tony stark, natasha romanoff, and wanda maximoff warnings: a little angst, takes place around christmas and a christmas tree, but to keep it as open as possible, it doesn’t imply that it is celebrated/any beliefs, since it wasn’t mentioned in the request about: request! friends to lovers with steve rogers basically a/n: something happened, so i was unable to finish and post this before, but i hope you like it!

you had woken up with glittering eyes, still riding the high from the touch of steve’s hand on your waist from the day before, soft words played on a smile you’d only ever seen directed at you doing nothing but give you hope that maybe you did have a chance with not captain america but steve rogers.

gentle butterflies in the same shade of blue as steve’s eyes hadn’t stopped fluttering in your stomach, pleasantly pulling a hopeful smile from your lips, fingers pulling at each other in the hopeful thoughts that your feelings were returned. when you looked at your reflection in the mirror, skin glowing bright, a dumb little grin plastered on your face, the unmistakable glimmer in the color of your eyes, you could feel the pull of the rational side of you calling you dumb.

the other part of you, however—the one that bit her lip whenever she snuck a look at the man, only to find his eyes already on her, the one who felt happier with the hope so rarely given in her field of work—cut it with a sharp pair of scissors each time steve’s ears turned a bright red whenever you complimented him on something or when he’d wink at you or wordlessly communicate with you whenever you were preoccupied with something else.

yesterday had been the push off of the dangerous cliff into a clear, warm pool of water on the side that had seemed bigger, enticing enough to convince you to take the plunge, even though there resided a dark, freezing ocean right next to it; depth unknown, pain and cold shock already clear from the sight of it.

the relaxed shoulders and the raised chin couldn’t be helped as you walked through the compound, the excitement of being able to see steve in the kitchen in the morning like always etched deep into your bones, hurrying your steps and making the transparent blue of the welcoming sea so much more alluring with the prospect of walking to the room with his hand in yours.

it was perhaps why you didn’t hear the other voice in the kitchen, and absolutely why you were caught so off guard.

“i really like how this shirt looks on you, steve. seriously, i don’t think i’ll ever look at another man in blue the same,” a voice giggles, golden blonde twirled around a long finger as the other hand preoccupies itself on steve’s shoulder.

your steps slow, unintentionally pausing in the doorway when you finally notice the young agent standing in front of steve, large doe eyes blinking up at him as she laughs again, another compliment accompanied by the batting of her lashes. steve’s ears and cheeks are tinged pink at the attention, as his hand reaches to the back of his neck, flustered, “heh, that’s kind of you to say…”

you gulp down the hope that had been brewing in your throat since steve had pressed his lips against your cheek in a goodnight kiss the night before. you don’t want to feel like this, like a lovesick teenager brewing with jealousy at the sight of someone who is not even theirs with someone else, but at the sight of the agent sidling up even closer to steve, you can’t seem to help it.

“you should totally wear more blue, you look super good in it. are you going to train right now? i’d love to come by and observe,” the agent says, a long pause before she continues innocently, “your technique, i mean.”

at the bob of his adam’s apple, you forget your appetite for the tea you drink each morning, an awful feeling in your stomach that makes the environment much too hostile for the fragile butterflies that turn the dark color of the other side of your cliff, appearing much larger than it had seemed a few minutes before.

you blink fast while you walk away, sniffing away the embarrassing lump that warns you of the hot feeling of tears that will soon make your eyes shine in a completely different way. stupid, you berate yourself, everything. crying over a man, thinking he could ever—stupid.

you wipe at your nose angrily, too preoccupied with keeping the tears at bay to notice the room you’re entering contains your friends. wanda and nat’s attention is immediately on you when you walk into the room, eyebrows already furrowing when they notice something off about you. wanda can practically hear your inner turmoil while natasha can see it in your downcast face and wet eyes, clearly distracted. tony sees you’re upset easily, the years of knowing you are never more clear than when he recognizes each little indication that you’re upset.

you break out of your concentration when you hear your name being called, neck snapping up to meet the concerned faces of your friends. the little voice comes back to tell you how pathetic the noticeability of the fact you’re upset is—over the likely death of something you were sure was never going to happen anyway, so why were you so distraught?

the answer is staring at you in the face, poking your brain with a stick, but you refuse to acknowledge it, not when there are three people staring at you, almost as if just waiting for you to burst into tears.

“c’mon, y/n. what’s wrong?” natasha urges after you don’t answer her audibly the first time, instead opting for the more obvious not-okay option of a weak smile and a watery shrug.

“it’s stupid, it’s nothing,” you wave her off.

“somehow, i disagree.” nat says, searching your features for any specifics of what could be going on. you make your face as blank as you can, sure she could find exactly what was wrong if given enough time.

you begin to reassure her it’s nothing when a loud giggle surely belonging to the woman hanging off of steve’s arm in the next room over bounces off into the walls of the common room. you cringe without meaning to, the echo of steve’s voice following soon after.

natasha’s lips part as she realizes the cause of the glossiness of your eyes, elbowing wanda gently as if to let her know.

“is this about cap?” tony asks, catching on easily, “because i’m going to let you know right now that a man whose name is steven and grant is one who is not worth your effort.”

you laugh sadly, “not all of them are a rogers that open doors and steal snacks for you.”

“i knew it was him.” tony deadpans, shaking his head.

“even so, anyone who makes you shed them is not worth your tears,” wanda tells you, a sad smile on her face. you bite your lip, looking down, about to defend someone for a reason you’re sure is pitiful.

“maybe,” you settle on instead, exhaling a short breath, “i’m gonna go take a walk.”

wanda watches you go sadly, natasha and tony’s eyes trailing after you until you step outside of the compound, where you let your shoulders sag again and the disappointment fall over you in waves.

tony’s jaw clenches, “i’m going to freeze him for another century.”

natasha rolls her eyes, “all of my hard work down the drain over a recruit flirting with him. this is great, do i have to spell it out on their foreheads?”

“i wouldn’t blame you if you did,” tony sighs, looking at you as you walk away from he compound.

natasha seriously contemplates it as she marinates in her anger with tony, wanda chewing on her lip from their side as they try to figure something else out, distractedly cutting fruit that will inevitably be dumped into a bowl designated to her stress baking.

a few minutes later, the man of the hour himself strides into the common room, looking around when he enters.

“you,” tony groans, rolling his eyes. steve’s eyebrows join in confusion, stopping his wandering eyes to stare at tony in confusion, sighing.

“what now, tony? did i eat your cereal again? steal your cookies?”

“as a matter of fact,” tony lifts a finger, “yes to both of those things, but right now, you fucked up a lot more than that.”

steve just looks confused, about to ask a question before realizing there’s no point. he turns away from tony, continuing to look around, “where’s y/n? she said we’d watch movies together today.”

“she’s busy,” tony responds curtly.

“we’re watching her favorite one today, she seemed really excited,” steve continues, directed towards the girls.

“when’d you see that? before or after leading her on?” tony interjects again, and at his words, steve turns back to him again.

“what are you talking about?” steve finally asks.

“i’m sure they taught context clues a hundred years ago, tinker bell.”

“don’t play games, tony. not when y/n is involved.” steve warns. tony rolls his eyes again, about to bite back before steve continues. “and what the hell are you talking about?”

natasha interrupts before things can get too intense with the two of them, licking her lips as she shifts her crossed arms, “look, steve, it’s fine to flirt, you know i’ve been encouraging it for a while, and while i think it’s great you’re looking into your options, i really don’t think it’s great that you keep making y/n think you like her—which, i know you do, by the way. we all do—and then show interest in someone else immediately after. so either make what you feel for her clear to her or leave it alone, because you’re only hurting her.”

at the look of bewilderment on steve’s face, natasha straightens, “and don’t give me that ‘i-don’t-know-what-you’re-talking-about’ look because it’s bullshit and only makes me want to punch your face in. flirt with recruits all you want as long as you don’t keep stringing y/n along if it isn’t gonna happen, okay?”

“i’m not— stringing her along, and wasn’t—i wasn’t flirting, i mean, she flirted, but…” steve cuts himself off, realizing his words won’t do any fixing in a room where you weren’t, where only the people least likely to listen to him were. “where did she go?”

“she took a walk,” wanda offers, but stops him when he begins to walk towards the door you left through, “give her a minute, okay?”

steve hesitates with his hand at the knob, nodding as he lets himself out to pace.

blurred lights of all colors encompass the huge tree decorated in ornaments of different shapes and sizes. the green of the tree is nearly completely covered with the ostentatious baubles, and you can barely see the bright glow of the star sitting at the top of the tree where you’re standing, the cold metal of the railing hard underneath the arm that you lean against, but it doesn’t matter, the pretty lights are enough to leave you in a place where you feel calmer.

the rockefeller tree has always made you feel at peace. it doesn’t even have anything to do with christmas, just the sheer fact of it. standing next to it makes you feel so much smaller, your problems even smaller, more manageable, like their weight isn’t as heavy as it was in the compound. and, as childish as it may sound, the glitter of the lights leaves you too mesmerized to think about anything ele. it almost looks like stars in the sky if your city wasn’t too bright to see such an amount of stars. silly as it may be, you find yourself throwing stray wishes at the tree sometimes, ranging from simple ones asking for the chocolate bar you bought yesterday to still be on the counter when you got back to harder, more impossible ones. you’d even asked for tony to let you keep a dog in the compound once.

you aren’t sure when—or even if you ever told steve that about you, but he finds you at the forefront of the tree among the stray people surrounding it after nearly half an hour of being there. more people are beginning to file into the space surrounding it, the night arriving and gifting the lights that hang off the tree a blank canvas to be displayed on.

you’re in the middle of thinking about a wish when you feel a familiar presence behind you. you let your head tilt to the side, sighing softly, “steve?”

“how’d you know?” steve asks, stepping closer to you until he’s shoulder to shoulder with you.

“well, i’ve basically been trained to know when there’s someone watching me, and you have a particularly heavy presence.”

steve makes a little noise, and you finally turn to him, allowing him a view of your tinted eyes, the red of dried tears blatantly clear to him, screaming at him to suck it up and tell you before you realized you were too good for this.

“i wasn’t flirting,” comes out of his mouth instead, and he cringes at himself when he sees you nod with a sort of understanding look on your face. “lydia is very… pushy, and i wouldn’t—flirt with anyone.”

“why?” you ask, innocently tilting your chin in a way to try and hide your hope.

“because… uhh…”

“do you not want to date anyone yet?” you wonder, genuine concern in your tone at the implication he might be uncomfortable.

“no!” steve interjects, making you draw back, so he tries it again, softer this time, “no. i do, just, a very specific person.”

“who?” you question tentatively, holding back the gates of the oceans of pain at the thought of it being someone else and the hope that maybe you were right all along.

you barely realize that you’re staring at steve until he meets your eyes, gently blinking lights swimming in the glittering blue of his irises, pupils searching your face for something that you’ve held in your hands for so long, handed to him since forever and he’s cradled even without his notice.

warm hands settle on your cold cheeks, giving you an opportunity to slip out from his hold in case he was reading the entire thing wrong, but at the lack of a sign that you will, he gently pulls you closer, and your lips meet his in a burst of emotions, gates torn open with the movement of his lips against yours, the love that has been so clear and in front of you finally spelled out with the kiss that weakens your knees, leaving you standing only due to the thin space between the two of you.

you’re breathless when you pull away, your fingers suddenly trailing on his jaw, a thumb lightly pushing against a swollen petal of a lip. you sniffle, “so who is it?”

he laughs, kissing you again.

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queen-of-the-avengers · 7 months

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New World Order: Part Two

Pairing: Zombie!Steve x Vampire!Reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: false and trying hope, fluff at the end

Summary: Your main goal now is to find a cure for the zombie curse. You have Steve with you and you're doing whatever you can to bring him back to you regardless of what it takes.

read part one here: New World Order

Squares Filled: presumed dead (2021) for @star-spangled-bingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Your hideout is underground away from other vampires who can sniff out your blood. Now that you have a human hostage, you’re grateful for the underground Bunker. It’s equipped with light, entertainment, a full kitchen, and several bedrooms and bathrooms. You built it right next to a supermarket that allows you to connect their pipes to yours so you can have functional appliances. It’s hard to manage the pipes but you get by. Those pipes provide you with running water that provides water to your garden so you can grow fresh food.

You have a plate of food for your hostage who is awake by the time you meet him in his dedicated bedroom that has two TVs, a gaming console, a music system, and other things for entertainment.

“Help! Someone help me!!” he yells when you open the door. He backs up when he sees you even though he’s eyeing the food. “Are you gonna kill me?”

“Okay, one, no one can hear you. There is no use in yelling. Two, I’m assuming you’re hungry so eat.”

You set the plate of food on the bedside table. His mouth waters at the meal but doesn't touch it right away.

“Where did you get this?”

“I know how to cook.”

“You’re not gonna kill me?”

“Why would I? You’re an endless blood supply for me. In exchange for your blood, I’ll give you luxury. Or what is considered luxury these days. You won’t go hungry and you have entertainment here. All I ask is that I drink from you every other day.” You reach down and release him from the chains you put on him to prevent him from running. “If you try to run, I’ll kill you. Good luck trying to get out of this place before I catch you. Eat. Relax. Enjoy. I’ll be by three times a day with food for you. Call me if you need anything.”

You take the chains with you and leave the room, locking the door behind you. On the other side of your bunker is the main reason why you have hope these days. The victim you killed earlier is food for Steve who is inside another bedroom. He is snacking on his arm when you enter. As soon as he sees you he drops the arm. It’s the way he’s looking at you that causes a memory to come forth in your head.

“Steve! The food is burning!” you yelled.

“Coming!”

Steve rushed into the room like a foodie Superman to save the day. You’re not that great of a cook because you never got into it. Steve was a master at putting flavors together, and he’d been teaching you ever since you two got together.

“Okay, I’m glad I got here when I did. You’re terrible at this,” he laughed.

“Hey, don’t be mean,” you giggled and lightly threw a carrot at his face.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Just cook the damn food,” you laughed.

You miss those days when all you were worried about was burnt food. You walk over to Steve and step over the fallen arm. He’s staring at you as if he’s trying to figure out who you are. You grab a tissue from the bedside table and wipe his face clean of blood. He reaches up and grabs your hand to stop you as if he’s going to say something to you.

He doesn’t.

“Do you know who I am?” you whisper. He doesn’t answer you. “I’m gonna do whatever I can to cure you. I promise you’ll be you again.”

Over the next couple of days, you spend as much time as you can with Steve. You’re talking to him about the memories you have of you two, you’re showing him how to do human things, and you’re reintroducing him into the world. You have pictures in your personal album of you two that you show him. You’re not sure if he understands what he’s seeing but you’re not going to stop trying.

One day, you take Steve above ground and walk with him to the nearest park, the only one that’s still standing. The other ones have been run down by people over the years. Most of the items are torn down for supplies but the swing set is still standing. You pull Steve over to the swings and have him sit down so you can push him.

He’s very stiff and isn’t holding on tightly which is why you’re pushing him slow. He’s been more active than when you first found him, which is still progress in your eyes.

“Okay, swing your legs to go faster, but you need to hold on tighter.”

You push him a bit further and he ends up wobbling which makes you bust out laughing. After a day at the park, you take him to the beach since your hideout is near the coast. There aren’t a lot of vampires around since they tend to keep to themselves, so you’re not worried about running into another one. They have their own territories set up around the United States that they control, and this one is yours.

Since the world has gone to shit, marine life has been thriving a lot. The Hudson River leads into the Atlantic Ocean, and since there aren’t any humans to pollute it, marine life has made the River their home. There’s even a pod of whales that go by in the distance. You take a small walk on Kingston Point Beach in New York which sits on the edge of the Hudson River.

Other Zombies roam the area looking for food but they stop and watch you and Steve. You have his hand in yours as you’re walking. One zombie looks at his own hand in wonderment.

“This is where you took me on a date a few years ago,” you say to Steve. “You asked me to be your girlfriend here. We both got hired at the same company that we worked hard to be in. You were so excited and stumbled on your words, but it was really cute. I have never said yes faster than at that moment.”

Steve squeezes your hand in acknowledgement and you stop walking. You turn to look at him in the eyes with hopeful ones. He reaches out with his other hand and places it over your heart that doesn’t beat.

“Y-Y-Y/N-N-N,” he stutters slowly. He places the same hand over where his heart is. “S-St-Stev-Steve-ve.”

“Yeah, your name is Steve,” you smile happily.

This has never happened. He’s never talked to you before. You look around you to see other zombies have gathered to watch the interaction. Then, the impossible happens. The thing that you’d always hoped would happen but didn’t think it would. The thing that brings hope of a cure for the zombie virus.

His previously dead heart beat once.

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vypresuh · 3 years

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i love you too much | s.r

summary: You and Steve had been spending an awful lot of time together, and that time made you realize just how deep your feelings were for him. But you knew that they were dangerous feelings to have. And when they sadly began to boil over, resulting in you avoiding him for a while. Steve decides to confront you.

pairings: steve rogers x fem!reader

tags: some vulgar language, fluff, light angst ♡

A/N: I was missing some of my older work from way back when on my old blog @/xuberanthartt and decided to do a little repost of it. This was one of the first I've ever done and what really put me out there as a writer <3 So enjoy if it's your first time !

word count: 2.4K

There were moments that you loved team meetings, though they sometimes had the potential to bore you to death. You still enjoyed being a part of them. You particularly loved when Tony would chime in-- he almost always had a sly remark to say compared to the rest of the team who managed to keep the most serious of faces. Sometimes, where you couldn’t control your sudden burst of laughter, but still had to maintain your composure, you and Tony both would snicker in the back like best friends at school; occasionally earning you the stare of disapproval from Steve. But today was not one of those days.

The tension in the room was considerably high as Maria dredged on about the immediate dangers that were ahead of S.H.I.E.L.D. Nowadays it seemed to be all that there was. However, it was a part of the job and it was a job that you had to complete no matter what.

You attempted to keep your eyes focused on the front of the room, but you were starting to feel antsy the longer the one-sided conversation went. You wanted to leave.

Your eyes darted across the large, open conference room in a last ditch effort to find a way out without being disruptive. You looked around once more, spotting your teammates listening attentively to the briefing, even Tony of all people, who stood with his arms crossed next to Bruce who stood just as awkward as always. Nat’ was nowhere to be seen in your immediate view but you knew she was here somewhere. And then there was Steve, who sat on the right side of the room, leaned back in his chair with his leg crossed over the other, looking as astute as always. It was as if they never even thought about taking their eyes off Maria as she spoke, which gave you the perfect opportunity to slip away without being too noticeable. However, one of them wasn’t paying as much attention as the others were.

You could feel Steve’s eyes piercing into the side of your face. You knew the slightest body movement could tell him everything that he needed to know-- it would make sense considering that he knew you better than anybody else. He could probably tell exactly what you were thinking right now and no part of you would be the slightest bit surprised. However, in an attempt to conceal your plan to ditch the meeting, you looked forward; shifting ever so lightly in your seat. He was sitting on the opposite side of the room and yet he still managed to get you all riled up without breaking a sweat. It annoyed you. You were supposed to be ignoring him, not be drawn into him.

Ever since a few months ago when the pair of you had your first slip up on the job, you forced yourselves to believe that it was a one time thing, but that one time turned into three times, then five, then everyday. For some strange reason you and Steve couldn’t keep your hands off of one another, until recently that is.

Lately you’ve been avoiding him or keeping your distance a bit more than you usually did. You’d volunteer to do more team-ups with Tony or Barton, hell even Bruce if you had the chance, anything to put some space between you two.

You wish you could say you had no idea why you were doing it, but you knew better than anybody: you started falling in love with him.

You knew that much from the way your stomach would flutter whenever he smiled at you. The way your skin flushed of all color when he touched you. The way your heart would skip a beat whenever your lips met. How you two would wake up every morning in the same bed and cook breakfast together until you had to go to work, always leaving earlier so no one on the team would suspect that you were having secret relations with Captain America. Oh, how that conversation would go with Fury.

Even a simple glance from those sharp blue eyes could render you weak, but you had resolve, and that’s all you needed right now. Your main objective was to get out of here and fast before you died from extreme boredom or from being too flustered to function because your bed buddy was staring you down. Considering the nature of your relationship, simply being around him was a liability. And one you didn’t need, but so desperately craved.

“Well, you’re fidgety today.” You heard a voice coo softly into your ear.

You would have almost been scared half to death if you didn’t recognize the voice belonging to Natasha, one of your considerably close teammates even though she certainly terrified you at the same time. In a badass way of course.

You laughed off the slight scare and nodded. “Yeah. I don’t know how much longer I can take this. How have you guys been doing this for so long?”

Nat chuckled lightly at your statement before shrugging and folding her arms across her chest. “You’re still kind of new, but if you could stand it this long, you’ll be fine.”

It felt nice to get some kind words from Nat, which was rare, but it made you feel better. However, the aching need to leave the cramped area was still gnawing at you. Placing your eyes back on Natasha, you leaned in towards her a bit, making sure your voice was lowered prior to you speaking.

“Think you could do me a solid?”

“You want me to cover for you while you leave, don’t you?”

It was no surprise there that she would be the one to catch on, either way you extended your lips into a toothy smile. “Please?”

Looking around for a moment, she sighed softly and looked over into your pleading features. “Fine, but if Tony asks you to debrief later, I’m not saving your ass... again.”

You managed to hold in your laughter and nodded your head in understanding of her regulations to help you. “I owe you big time, Nat.”

“Damn right you do. Now get out of here before I change my mind.” She motioned her head towards the door just as you took the opportunity to slip away, maneuvering passed her to get to the exit.

Sliding out of the small crack in the threshold, you closed the glass door gently behind you, letting the trapped breath in your lungs tumble out. Now that you were in the clear, you weren’t going to spend any time lingering. You started your way down the hall, blending in with some of the other workers, trying to book it to the nearest safe haven you could think of: the training hall.

You tried your best to look as inconspicuous as possible, greeting some of your co-workers as they passed you, referring to you as their higherup-- boosting your morale and giving you more confidence to continue your trek towards the gym.

You managed to make it there in one piece, pushing through the double doors and into the empty space. These were work hours, so you knew that nobody would be in here, which was just perfect for you. Lucky enough for you, you didn’t wear your traditional business clothing to work today, only donning your navy blue camo pants, black combat boots, and short-sleeve black t-shirt to match. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but from your combat training, you were more than used to it.

Just as you pulled your badge from around your neck to set down, you heard the sudden clicking of soles across the flooring. You only assumed that it was the janitors and decided not to mind it too much since you knew no one else would be around.

“I figured I’d find you here."

You immediately shot your gaze upwards to locate the source of the voice, and standing there before you, with his golden hair slicked and hulking figure claiming the room, was none other than Steve himself.

You mentally started cursing yourself out in your head as you stood there frozen; wondering just how much time you had to get a running start, but by the time you started calculating how long it would take for him to reach you, he was standing right in front of your face.

“Skipping out on the meeting again?” he asked, folding his muscular arms over his chest.

You leered at him, unable to remove your eyes from his features as he smiled at you-- slowly feeling the heat in your cheeks begin to rise just at the mere sight of him. Why did he have to be so cute?

Remembering your resolve, you cleared your throat and pulled your attention elsewhere, walking away from him to find yourself a punching bag or anything you could hit that was in the vicinity. “I...just needed a breather.”

“All the way on the other side of the building?”

Rolling your eyes, you slapped your hands on your thighs and turned back to face him. “So what, Steve? You gonna put me in time out or something?”

He seemed surprised at your tone. You had never sassed him before. A part of you regretted sounding so annoyed with him when that wasn’t the case at all. You didn’t want anything more than to be around him right now, but you just couldn’t and you hated it.

“No, I just want to know what’s gotten into you.” He called you by your name, stepping further into your space. ”You’ve been avoiding me. Why?”

“Why does it matter?” You tried to brush off his question. You didn’t think that you two would have had to have this conversation today of all days, and you didn’t even know if you were even ready to. But you knew that if there was something wrong with you, he wouldn’t stop until he figured out what.

“Are you serious?” He questioned. “Of course it matters.”

You huffed and placed your hand on your hip. “Why??”

“Because I love you. That’s why it matters.”

You paused. Your heart sunk at his words, crashing into the pits of your stomach like a boulder into the ocean. Those were the three words that you didn’t want to hear him say, but the sound of them leaving his lips meant everything all at the same time.

Tears brimmed in your eyes as the realization struck you. You had your reasons for staying away. It wasn’t because you loved him, but it was because you loved him too much. He was Captain America for God’s sake. He had one of the most dangerous jobs in the world and at any moment someone or something could take him from you. And the last thing you needed was to lose him. But you couldn’t get in the way either. The world didn’t need him focused on you-- And that’s the reality that hurt the most.

“That’s why Steve...that’s exactly why.” You shook your head, making one last effort to try and split from him, but he caught you before you even had the chance, pulling you into him by the bend in your arm.

“Why what?”

“Why I’ve been avoiding you. Jesus..”

He stopped. “Because I love y-?’

“Because I’m fucking in love with you too!” You finally let the words tumble out of your throat. Those painful words that scared you more than anything. “And that’s the problem.”

It was obvious that you were emotional, there was no sense in hiding it from him now.Your guard had dropped majorly in comparison to the moment he entered, and you resented the feeling, but you couldn’t help but to be vulnerable around him.

“How is that the problem?”

You wiped at your leaking eyes before you spoke. “Because of who you are and what we do! It’s bad enough we brought our feelings into work, but we go out everyday and risk our lives with some of the craziest shit that I have ever seen, and I worry if you’re ever coming back sometimes. Hell, I worry if you’ll ever get to see me again. But I don’t want you worrying about me and-”

“Hey, hey.” Steve stopped you from rambling, cupping your face into his hands and holding you there for a moment until you relaxed.

He brushed the pads of his thumbs against your cheek, bringing the warmth back into your drained flesh.

Steve’s gaze was nothing short of understanding and loving. It seemed that he had finally grasped the depth of what you were feeling and wanted to try and remedy it if he could.

Pulling your face closer into his, he pressed his lips against your soft pair. The electric feeling shooting through your body just like the first time you two had locked lips. You practically melted into the kiss. Your mind slowed, as well as the frenzy of water that was beginning to cloud your vision. After a moment, he pulled away, still holding your face within his palms. He swiped his thumbs over your eyes, wiping away some tears that started to fall.

“You’re the reason I keep going. I fight everyday to come home to you because there will never be a moment that I let someone ever take me from you, and that will never change for as long as I live. I don’t ever want to see you cry, princess..okay?”

Steve held your gaze as the two of you stared longingly into each other’s irises. You nodded your head in understanding.

“You promise?”

He chuckled softly and nodded his head, a light grin pulling at his lips. “I promise. As long as you promise not to avoid me again, I almost went crazy.”

You laughed a bit and sniffled. “I won’t. Only until you piss me off next time.”

“Yeah, yeah. C’mere.”

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against his muscular frame. You did the same, holding what portions of his torso you could hold on to. Being in his arms always made you feel safe. It felt like nothing could ever go wrong as long as you were with him.

“I love you..”

“I love you more.” He placed a soft kiss onto your forehead as the two of you rocked in place.

“Finally you two made up!” You and Steve quickly turned to look at the two familiar faces that stood leaning against the pillars of the door, belonging to both Tony and Natasha.

Tony held his hand out to Nat and flicked his fingers forward. “I think you owe me twenty bucks, Nat.”

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Promises

Summary: You have been in a relationship with Bucky and Steve for a while and it’s been great. Until they start to get reckless on missions, expecting you to just heal them with your healing ability when they get back. What they weren’t expecting is for you to lose your shit about it.

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Warnings: Swearing, injuries, mentions of hospital type stuff.

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Dating two super soldiers was a little problematic at first. It took the Avengers less time to get used to the idea than it did for the public though. There were countless news articles about you being manipulative, wrapping them around your fingers for your own gain. But just as quickly as that gossip started, it faded away also when pictures were released how happy the three of you were together. It was odd, sure, but you, Steve, and Bucky loved each other more than anything in the world. The three of you even were gifted an apartment in the facility so everybody else didn’t have to hear the noises that came from one of your three bedrooms.

Steve was what you would classify as the gentle but hard headed one. He always made sure to touch you so gently and keep his voice from being raised or going into captain mode around you. He loved to press his nose to yours, staring into your eyes with a smile as he ran his fingers through your hair and whispered sweet things to you but once he made up his mind about something there was no deterring him. Bucky was a little different. He was more possessive of you, touching you and pulling you into his body whenever he could like your touch was the only thing keeping him alive. He was the same way with Steve though, seeming to need the touch from his two lovers to survive. You figured it was because of all his time with Hydra that he was touch starved and possessive of having something, two someones, he could call his again.

The Avengers kept your around for another reason, however. You had the ability to heal wounds of those you touched which came in useful when someone on the team came back injured and needed some sort of quick fix and was even more useful when someone happened to be come back with life threatening wounds. At first you were happy to help, healing wounds of whoever came in but then it started to eat away at you. Steve and Bucky were becoming more and more reckless with every mission they went on like they didn’t care if they came back mortally wounded knowing you’d be there to heal them back up. It had begun to eat at you, watching them leave for a mission and not knowing if they would make it back in time for you to save them.

This time was no different. You tried to tell them to be safe before they left and they both smiled and gave you kisses saying they would. They almost caught you murmuring ‘liars’ under your voice but seemed to let it go. Steve and Bucky had gone on a mission with Natasha and Clint earlier in the week and about twenty minutes ago Natasha called to let you know to be ready in the medical bay. You had your arms folded, chewing on your bottom lip. As awful as it sounded, you hoped it was Clint that needed help and not your boys again. But of course, it wasn’t Clint. Steve and Bucky were rolled into the medical bay by Natasha and Clint on gurneys and you immediately jumped into action, “What happened?” You ask as you looked over Bucky. He had some deep cuts to his face and back of his head, he was fully unconscious and unresponsive when you pinched his arm meaning he was probably in a coma.

“Well that one decided it’d be a good idea to run into a collapsing building after the enemy.” Natasha said as she nodded over to Bucky, “Had to dig him out.”

“And Steve?” You ask as you move to look at Steve. He was unconscious as well and his suite had a large splotch of blood in the center of his chest. You quickly put the heart monitor on his finger to see his heart rate slowing.

“That one is the reason the building collapsed in the first place. He decided to take on the whole squad of goons, setting off an explosive and getting hit with the shrapnel.”

You were about to open your mouth to call them both idiots when Steve’s heart monitor started flatlining, “Dammit!” You yell, ripping his suite open and placing your hands on the wounds. They slowly healed but his heart wouldn’t start beating again. You went into panic mode, needing to be closer to his heart to heal it. You grab the closet scalpel and quickly opened up his chest, sliding your small hand into his chest cavity until you were lightly massaging his heart and healing it with your ability. You watched the heart monitor for any sign of beats for two minutes until finally it started a steady rhythm. You pulled your now bloody hand out of his chest cavity, tracing along the open wound you made until it healed. You could swear you could feel steam coming out of your ears at how angry you were at your two super soldiers for being the biggest, most reckless idiots in the world. Once Steve was taken care of, you go over to Bucky and start healing the wounds on his body before placing both hands on the sides of his head, healing the concussion and brain bleed that was putting him in a coma.

Once you were finished, you pinched him again and he flinched, his eyes opening to look up at you and a small smile creeping across his lips a the sight of you, “Hey, pretty girl.” He said horsely out to you.

You held up your hand to cut him off, stepping away from him, “Save it, Barnes.” You hiss out, watching him flinch a little as you used his last name. You never did that except when you were fuming with anger, “I’m going to go get cleaned up now. When he wakes up,” You said pointing over to Steve, “You can let him know you two will be staying on the couch.”

“But we don’t fit on the couch.” Bucky pouted, sitting up as he watched you head towards the exit of the medical bay, “Wait, baby!”

You turn and look at him, glaring into those beautiful blue eyes you loved so much, “Don’t! I don’t give a fuck if you two don’t fit on the couch. Figure it out!” You yell at him, tears stinging your eyes before you turn and leave the room.

Bucky sat there with a shocked expression on his face before turning to look at Natasha and Clint who were looking anywhere else like they were trying to disappear from the conversation. Bucky was about to ask the pair what happened when Steve groaned awake muttering something about watching your language. Bucky was up in an instant and at Steve’s side, grabbing onto his hand and kissing his knuckles, “You alright, Stevie?”

Steve blinks awake and nods with a small groan, “Yeah, all good, Buck.” He said, reaching his other hand to rub the side of his head before looking around the medical bay for you, “Where’s Y/N?” He asks.

Bucky sighs and drops his head, “I think she’s mad at us. She said we have to sleep on the couch.” He muttered out.

“What?!” Steve said, sitting up instantly, “Why? What did we do?”

“Oh I don’t know.” Natasha said interjecting, “Maybe it’s the fact that you,” She points to Steve, “Decided to be the trigger for an explosion causing you to literally die for a few minutes in front of her. Or you,” She points to Bucky, “Deciding to follow into the collapsing building causing you to go into a coma. I mean, do you guys really not care anymore about safety because your girlfriend happens to be a healer? She can’t heal you if your dead.” Natasha turns on her heels to start walking out of the medical bay with Clint beside her, “You’re lucky she loves you two idiots and is giving you the couch. I would leave you two out in the rain.”

After showering and changing their clothes to look presentable to their pissed off girlfriend, Bucky and Steve walked over to the closed bedroom door. They could hear her inside watching something on the TV loudly to try and cover her cries but it wasn’t enough to drown them out from the super soldiers’ hearing. Steve was the first to try, knocking gently on the door, “Sweetheart, can we talk?”

“No. Couch.” You reply softly, knowing they could hear you. You pulled the blankets around you more, the only light flickering from the TV as it played some dumb love reality show that wasn’t exactly helping your situation.

Bucky nudges Steve out of the way and tries the doorknob but the door was locked and he let out a sigh, “Baby, I know we made you mad but we want to talk about it. We don’t fit on the couch.”

“Fine.” You groan, throwing the blanket off of you and walking over to the door, unlocking the knob and opening it to see them both towering over you at the entrance of the door. Your eyes flickered between them before you pushed past them headed to the kitchen to grab yourself a water bottle. The two muscular men followed you like lost puppies, hot on your heels as they waited for you to say something. You took a long drink from the water bottle you procured from the fridge, leaning against the counter and looking at the two.

Steve looked over at Bucky, slowly reaching out and lacing his fingers through his to have some sort of comfort from your glares. He slowly looked back over to you, “Honey, I know you’re mad that we were reckless this mission but we will be more careful and-“

You held up a hand to cut him off, licking your lips before you spoke, “Stop.” You told him, “I’ve heard this before plenty of times. ‘Oh we won’t be reckless.’ ‘Oh don’t worry we are super soldiers’ ‘You’re here to heal us every time.’ Well I am sick of it. You have no idea what it’s like to watch the loves of your lives literally be brought back from death by your own hand!” You yell, your voice getting louder and tears stinging your eyes again, “You were dead Steve! I held your unbeating heart in my hand!” You turn your gaze to Bucky, “And you! You decide to go along with Captain Reckless over here, not even telling him that maybe it’s a bad idea. That maybe setting off an explosion that would burry you both is a bad idea.” You shook your head, taking a deep breath in attempts to calm your voice.

Bucky gripped onto Steve’s hand tighter at your words that felt like venom in his veins, “We were doing our jobs, Y/N. We couldn’t let them get away we had to at least try to-“

“Stop. Talking.” You hiss out to the dark haired super soldier who immediately shut his mouth and had this look on his face like a scolded child, “You two promised me forever. You two told me you love me. You two told me you’d be here with me forever.” You pause, tears running down your cheeks and you stepped away when they took a step forward to comfort you as they always did, “You shouldn’t have promised me any of that. You shouldn’t have promised me forever if you two are so hell bent on dying.”

Steve and Bucky stood there in shock at your words. Neither of them have thought about the toll this had taken on you. They stared at you for a moment before watching you escape back to the bedroom. It wasn’t until the door slammed and locked that the two soldiers jumped out of their trance. Bucky folded first, his hands coming up to cover his face as his shoulders shook from the crying. Steve wrapped his arms around Bucky slowly, comforting him with soft sweet words. They didn’t fight you about sleeping on the couch that night, even though it was pretty much a shoving war of who could get the comfiest on the couch that was way too small for both of their six foot tall muscular bodies. It ended up with both of them just sleeping on the floor, curled up next to each other. But it felt wrong for both of them. Something was missing from their sleeping pile and they knew exactly what it was. You.

The next morning you laid in the large bed alone in the middle, staring at the ceiling as you listened for any sounds coming from your super soldiers outside the bedroom. When it was silent for about twenty minutes, you slowly walked out of the bedroom expecting to see them hovering outside the door waiting for you but they weren’t there. You let out a small sigh of relief and started your day. You showered, had some breakfast, brushed your teeth, and got dressed before heading to the medical bay to go over your records. Luckily, Steve and Bucky seemed to be keeping their distance from you because you hadn’t seen them all day while you were working. You halfway wondered if they just went on another mission without saying goodbye this time but you knew better and so did they. You three never parted without saying goodbye and I love you to each other. It wasn’t until you wondered back up to your apartment in the facility that you stopped in your tracks after opening the door. There the two were, dressed in nice button down shirts and each holding bouquets of your favorite flowers. You bit your bottom lip as the door shut behind you with a soft click, staring at the two before your eyes wondered around the room. The lighting was dimmed and you could see the table set for three with plates of your favorite dinner on them and one of Bucky’s apple pies he had learned to make from his ma when he was younger. It was one of your favorites and they both knew it always made you smile and press your lips together as you let out a soft mmm sound that seemed to drive them both feral. Your eyes flickered back to the two as Bucky started to speak.

“Baby, we are very sorry for not thinking about how this affects you and taking your ability for granted.” Bucky said softly to you, walking forward and passing you the bouquet of flowers to you before sneaking his arm around your waist and leaving a soft kiss to your left temple.

Steve walked forward as well, giving you his bouquet to you before reaching a hand up to touch your cheek with his warm palm, “We love you so much, sweetheart. We never wanted to hurt you like this and we are so very, deeply, sorry.” He kisses your forehead gently before pulling away to look into your eyes with his honest ones, “We’re taking some time away from missions, as long as we need to prove that we do want you forever. When we made those promises to you, we meant it with every fiber of our being. You complete us, sweetheart. We don’t know what we would do without you.”

You chewed on your bottom lip incessantly at their words, knowing it would be raw and puffy by the time you released it from your teeth. Once you did you sighed, you couldn’t stay mad at them. Not when they looked so good and made amends to you to keep the promises they made to you at the beginning of the relationship. You nod slowly, “Fine. I forgive you two idiots as long as you both promise to not be reckless. Come back to me in one piece, alive and not mortally wounded. Deal?” You watched them both nod instantly with streams of yes leaving their lips before moving past them to set the flowers down in the vases they had already prepared with water. When you turned to face them, there they were standing in front of you.

Bucky reached out and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest in a tight hug as if he hadn’t hugged you in years, “I love you, baby.” He whispers to you.

Steve moved behind you, wrapping his arms around Bucky in front of you to sandwich you between them in the tightest hug you’ve felt in a while, “I love both of you.” He says with a smile, kissing the top of your head before kissing the top of Bucky’s as well.

“I love you idiots, too.” You squeak out between their tight hug, “But I think I’m losing air and I want some pie.”

Bucky sighs, not wanting the hug to end, “Fine. But I’m spoon feeding it to you.” He said down to you with a smile as Steve releases the both of you and Bucky steps back away.

Steve grins, “And I’ll spoon feed you.” He said to Bucky.

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ozarkthedog · 3 years

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Learning Curve | S. Rogers

summary: Sam explains what the "marble" actually is to Steve and Bucky.

warnings: Swearing. Talk of a Sex Toy.

word count: 889

author's note: Part 2 of Daydreaming. This was so fun to write. Also, this is my first time writing for Sam, I hope I did him justice! There will be a smut filled third part!

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Sam Wilson was headed towards the gym when he spotted Steve and Bucky huddled close together and talking quietly.

“Why're we being all secretive over here?” Sam joked, somehow sneaking up on the super soldiers and making them jump. Sam noticed Bucky’s hand disappear rather quickly behind his back.

“Hey! He-Sam. Hi. Sam.” Rushing the words too fast, Steve’s face began turning red. Bucky said nothing as Sam quirked an eyebrow at him instead looking off in different directions very much unlike the stealth fighter he was known to be.

“You headed to the gym?” Steve steadied his voice this time around but he couldn’t hide the tell-tale sign of embarrassment at being caught red handed. Barnes was still silent, looking intently down the hall.

Sam’s eyes flicked back to Steve, “Uh, yeah. Want to do some sparring later?”

“Sure, definitely. Later. Let’s do that. Later.” Steve padded Bucky’s back pushing his longtime friend forward, forcing the man out of his statuesque state. “Buck and I will be back later.”

Steve wound his arm around Bucky’s head and started dragging him away when Sam spun on his heels. “Ok, who’s going to tell me what’s going on?” Sam stood like a mother with his hands on his hips.

Bucky and Steve exchanged a look before swiftly walking over to Sam and creating a tiny huddle.

“Steve found a marble earlier, but it's unlike any we’ve played with.” Bucky confessed, holding up the small round object.

“I was so excited to show Buck I didn’t notice the smell until he said something.” Steve adds, nudging his head in Bucky’s direction.

Confused, Sam leaned over and took a whiff of the tiny ball only to rear back in disbelief. “That ain’t no marble.”

“Why would it smell like that?!” Steve said rather loudly, causing agents passing by to turn their heads curiously.

Sam pulled the huddle in closer. “Where did you find it exactly?” he pressed, fixing his stare on a bewildered Steve.

“I found it on the floor after the meeting. I was turning a corner too fast and bumped into Y/N.” His face pinched with remorse, still feeling bad about taking off so suddenly.

The hallway filled with laughter as Sam tried to cover his face, amused with the fact that the super soldiers had no idea what they were carrying.

“You going to tell us what’s so funny.” Bucky grumbled, rolling the ball around in his left hand. The metal of his hand clinking as he played with the ball.

“First of all, you’re going to both want to wash your hands.” Sam gestured, pointing to the soldiers.

“Second of all” Sam said with a hushed tone, pulling the pair back into a huddle, “What you have in your possession is a Ben Wa Ball.”

He received puzzled looks making him plainly state, “It’s a sex toy.”

“WHAT!?” both Bucky and Steve exclaimed in astonishment. Bucky dropped the toy suddenly like it was burning him, a sharp clanging sound echoed in the hallway as it bounced out of the huddle.

“Shit!” Steve bounded after the ball, quickly scooping it up safely before returning to the huddle.

“Why would this be in the building?!” Steve hissed, trying to keep his spirited voice to a minimum.

Sam shrugged, “Perhaps it’s Y/N’s?”

“But why?” Bucky pressed.

Sam clapped a hand on the men's shoulders, “As strange as it seems, that little ball is beneficial for women.” He rubbed a hand over his face in disbelief realizing he was the one explaining this to the duo.

“They’re meant to help strengthen the muscles down there.” His eyes drifted to the ground for a second before returning back to the sets of blue orbs.

“I’ve also heard they feel really good for the person using them.” He sent them both a wink before backing out of the huddle and turning to leave.

“Hey, wait. What’re we supposed to do with it?” Steve raised his hand up showing off the ball before shamefully making a fist and hiding the evidence.

“I’d get it back to the owner if I were you.” Sam said with a rich laugh before heading into the gym.

The 2 soldiers stared at one another in disbelief until Bucky cleared his throat and smacked Steve on the chest, “Good Luck, Punk. Let me know how it goes.”

Steve swore under his breath as he watched Bucky head into the gym.

Contemplating how to return the toy, he started walking in the direction he left you. Should he pretend he doesn’t know what it is and never talk to you again? Or should he drop a hint and see if you were interested?

He noticed how you’d gaze at him whenever you were in the room together and he’d be lying if he didn’t find himself being distracted by you as well.

He rolled his tongue over his gums as he considered his options, planning what he’d say and how not to make a fool of himself.

A rush of footfalls bounced off the walls stirring him from his thoughts when, suddenly, you appeared around the corner, sweaty and breathless. You looked relieved and yet mortified to see him, “Uh, hi, Steve.”

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