#and Steve rushes him by saying ‘stand up soldier’

[daydreamerdrew]

New Avengers (2005) #61

#obviously there’s the dramatics with Bucky (who’s already gone through so much brainwashing stuff) being forced to try to kill Steve #which is something he did before when he was the Winter Soldier #and Steve refusing to flee and insisting to Bucky that he can fight past the mind control #which is does not seem to me that Bucky really could #but the most interesting thing to me here is actually that ending part #where Bucky is saying ‘hold on’ #and Steve rushes him by saying ‘stand up soldier’ #but then picks Bucky up anyway #also I love the ‘kiss the gun’ part #marvel #bucky barnes #steve rogers #my posts #comic panels

[viixenvi]

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬 | 18+

Summary: You and the rest of the Avengers decided to host a party at the tower to celebrate Tony's birthday. After some drinks, a guy comes up to you and you start to flirt. Unaware of the metal-armed super soldier who seems to get increasingly angrier the more he watches you with another guy.

Characters: Jealous!Bucky, Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealousy, possessiveness, smut, oral (male receiving), teasing, praise, nicknames (doll, baby, love)

A/N: Not me disappearing for so long and then posting this. As always, forgive me for any mistakes, this was not proofread.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈

"Come on Tony," you groan, dragging Tony behind you as you walk to the elevator. You just needed to bring him to the top floor so everyone could surprise him. Except this proved to be exceptionally difficult because Tony had wanted to stay in his lab all day.

"Why do I have to come with you, there are like fifty other people you could ask," Tony crosses his arms, leaning back against the back wall of the elevator. You nervously spin the ring around your index finger as you wait for the elevator to ding.

When it finally does you step out first and rush next to Steve, who is holding a party hat for Tony. Tony walks out and asks Jarvis to turn on the lights, that's when everyone jumps up and yells "Surprise!"

Tony stumbles back and looks around, laughing. "You guys remembered!" He walks around, shaking hands and greeting people. You take this chance to slip away to the bar. You didn't drink anymore, it was affecting your ability to think right when you were out saving people.

You ordered an iced tea and leaned against the bar, watching people dance to the deafening music. "So, what are you doing at the bar by yourself?" A voice shouts next to you. You turn to see a very handsome man, he's much taller than you, holding a drink in his hand. You've never seen him before so you assumed he was a friend of Tony.

"Searching for the love of my life of course," You joke as you sip your drink. He laughs and leans closer so you can hear him.

"I'm Jacob, You work with Tony right?" Jacob asks you. You nod as you look back at the crowd of people. You were searching for someone, and he didn't seem to be there.

"Tony can be a bit uptight huh?" Jacob jokes. You laugh and turn back to him.

"A little? That man is the most uptight person I've ever met," You go to take a sip of your drink but someone is grabbing your arm and pulling you away. You turn your head and get a glimpse of a metal arm. "Bucky? What the hell? I was talking to him!" You exclaim as Bucky continues to walk until he finds an empty room.

He lets go of you and locks the door behind him. "You didn't need to talk to him anymore," He says, clenching his jaw as he stands in front of you.

"And you get to decide that?" You catch a whiff of alcohol and you sigh. "Are you drunk right now?" You go to walk out but Bucky pins you to the wall.

"Only had two drinks doll." He leans in closer, his lips grazing your neck as you take deeper breaths. "I didn't like the way that guy was so close to you. Whispering in your ear and making you laugh," Bucky pulls away to look at you for a moment. You can tell he's not drunk, so he's jealous?

"Bucky you can't be seriously jealous of that guy?" He kisses your neck slowly, humming as he goes back up to your ear.

"I bet he can't touch you like I can," He whispers, biting your earlobe softly. You smile and blush. You and Bucky decided to go on a break because work was starting to be too much for the two of you. It was causing fights which never ended well.

"Bucky...you can't just pull me away to do this," You put both hands on his chest and push him back a little so you can see his face. He looks at you with slight desperation. You look down and notice he has a boner, which seems to be bothering him quite a bit.

"Please Doll," He breathes out. You can't help but kiss him. He was way too irresistible, especially when he begged. You pull away from the kiss and push him onto the bed. He leans back on his elbows to watch you.

You unbuckle his pants and pull his boxers down. His cock shoots out and you smile when he bites his lip. You reach for it, your hands around his cock.

"You ready baby?" You ask, not really expecting an answer. He hums and lets out whimpers as you start stroking his sensitive cock. You can almost see the immediate pleasure Bucky feels. He looks so pretty when he's like this.

You get on your knees and lean over his cock, your mouth wraps around his tip and he rocks back a little. As soon as your tongue goes over the slit on his tip, he's whimpering again.

"Shh be quiet baby, people will hear." You push your mouth down over his cock and this time, you down down further. His cock hits the back of your throat and you bob your head up and down. Bucky moans, leaning back and trying to cover his mouth.

You look up at him as you continue. He's a mess already, his hair is all over and he can't even look up from the pillow his head is pushed into. Your tongue goes over every bit of his cock, you make sure to go slow when you go back up to the tip. He's the most sensitive there.

You pull off his cock for a moment, your hands taking over. "Look at me baby," You say, Bucky looks up from the pillow, his eyes slightly glossed over. You kiss him as you continue to pump your hands up and down.

"C-Close!" Is all Bucky can say between his moans. You go back down and push your head down over his cock. You suck it as it hits the back of your throat and he releases his cum. Bucky moans loudly, his legs slightly shaking.

You pull away from his cock and swallow his load. "You did so good love," You say as you kiss him again. All that jealousy he had once had was forgotten now.

Bucky's whole face is red, he feels a little embarrassed that he was trying to be so tough and you managed to turn him into a moaning mess.

You reach over and caress his face, kissing his cheek. "Don't be embarrassed baby, you know I love it when you make those noises for me. He nods, pulling up his boxers and pants before sitting at the edge of the bed.

You sit next to him and he leans onto you, his head laying on your shoulder. "I don't like being on a break," He admits, his hand inching towards yours.

"I don't either, it doesn't feel right anymore." You reach the rest of the way and clasp his hand with yours. "Let's forget about that break, boyfriend."

Bucky laughs and nods. "Okay, girlfriend."

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[vigilante-3073]

Helping Hand

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Putting together a bookshelf becomes a lot more complicated without the help of a super-soldier.

TW: Fluff, girl construction, mild flirting.

Y/N sat on the floor in the middle of the living room. Various wooden pieces were scattered around the floor along with a singular pink bowl filled with screws.

Y/N had bought a bookshelf to put up in the nearly empty apartment that she lived in with Bucky. The place could definitely use some decor in order to start feeling like an actual home.

She sat on the floor in front of the television as it played some overly dramatic reality show that Bucky insisted he loathed, but secretly loved.

Y/N put the screws into the wooden pieces with the backside of a metal nail file as the door opened.

"Doll, you home?" Bucky called, tossing his keys into the dish on the table by the door.

"In the living room!" She called without looking up from her project.

Bucky made his way into the living room, bright eyes finding the chaos that had unfolded while he was out.

"How was therapy?" Y/N asked, tightening one of the screws.

Bucky looked around the room slowly "What the hell are you doing?" Bucky questioned.

Y/N looked up at him, "Building a bookshelf," She stated plainly, turning her attention back to the pieces.

"We don't have any tools. What are you using?" Bucky asked, looking around for evidence of a recent trip to the hardware store.

"This," She said, holding up a nail file proudly.

"What is that?" Bucky asked, making his way over to her.

"My building nail file," Y/N said.

"You're seriously using a nail file to put together a bookshelf?" Bucky asked incredulously.

"Yeah, it's worked out well for me so far," Y/N stated, looking down at the book of instructions.

"Did Steve let you put together stuff with that thing?" Bucky asked.

Y/N dropped her hands to her lap with a huff, "No," She admitted reluctantly.

"He always did it for me, but I swear I can do it myself," Y/N said, looking up at him.

Bucky sighed, squatting down beside her "What kind of screws are they?" He asked.

"I have no idea. They have a little 'x' on top," She said.

"I'm gonna run to the hardware store and them I'll help you put the rest of it together, okay?" Bucky questioned, she nodded.

...

Bucky lifted the bookshelf, sliding it back against the wall of the apartment. He took a step back, standing beside Y/N as they admired their handiwork.

It had taken Bucky under an hour to put together the rest of the shelf with the appropriate tools.

"Now that the shelf is put together, I bought you a little something to put on it. Wait here," She said, rushing out of the room.

She returned quickly with a blue gift bag, white tissue paper sticking out the top.

"You didn't have to buy me anything," He said.

She waved her hand, "It's a gift. Now, c'mon, open it," Y/N said, holding it out to him.

Bucky sighed, taking the bag from her hand and pushing aside the tissue paper. He reached into the bag and pulled out a boxed set of books.

His brow furrowed as he turned the plastic wrapped books in his hand, "This is The Lord of the Rings," He stated.

"Yeah, Sam told me that you read them when they first came out and I thought you might like to have a copy of your own," Y/N said.

Bucky stepped forward, tossing the gift bag onto the couch before placing the boxed set up onto one of the shelves.

He stepped back again, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her body close to his side. Bucky pressed his lips to the crown of her head, "Thank you for thinking of me, doll," He said softly.

"I always think of you," She stated, wrapping her arms around him.

He ran his hand over her back gently, "I do have to say, you did a pretty good job with that nail file," Bucky said.

"That's girl construction, for you," Y/N smiled.

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[myfictionaldreams]

Day 3: Double Penetration - Steve/Bucky

Kinktober Day 3: Double Pentration -  Steve/Bucky x f!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, hatefucking, threesome, nicknames, size difference, choking, lots of swearing, discussion of masturbation, oral (m and f receiving), multiple orgasms, piv sex, anal sex, anal fingering, cum swallowing no use of y/n

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You couldn’t get away from them quick enough, feet aching with each stomp as you exited the quinjet into the Avengers tower.

Tony was waiting at the entryway, “good mission then?” he smirked, having already listened to the argument on the comms between you and the two assholes and Tony being a smug prick rushed to welcome you back to the building. He had also been the other option to go on the mission but nope, you had to draw the short straw and endure the suffering of the two super soldiers.

It wasn’t like you attended these missions in a foul mood, prepared to argue, you were always keen to follow the instructions given by Fury. However, like usual, the two men had nearly caused you to be compromised thanks to Steve’s superiority complex, putting himself directly into the middle of the action instead of following the stealth instructions. This meant that you spent more time fighting off people than trying to save the captors and by the time you were aiding them out of the hell hole they were being kept in, you were shattered and bruised. Especially as you were not able to heal as quickly as the other two, it wasn’t as simple as having a drink and walking it off before continuing with the action.

This led to a shouting match on the journey home, with Bucky backing up Steve’s actions leaving you 2 vs 1 as per usual. You were fed up following them around, nearly getting killed AGAIN because of their stupid decisions, you weren’t going to let them get away with it for much longer.

Dropping your bag onto the floor beside Tony, you huffed irritated, “I’m never going on another mission with those assholes ever again Stark, keep them out of my way”. Your feet couldn’t walk you quick enough as you rushed to the tower elevator, not stopping to listen to whatever shit Steve and Bucky had to say, relief easing your muscles as the doors finally closed and you were alone.

It was hours later when you were finally in bed, having showered, applied cream to the forming bruises on your arms and legs and had some shitty film on in the background.

Just as your eyes were dropping with exhaustion, did a firm knock sound at your door. Your heart plummeted in your chest, not having any energy to have a discussion with anyone right now.  “Yes? What do you want?” you asked dryly.

No one answered which only caused you to roll your eyes and release another exasperated sigh as you heaved your body from the bed, once again stomping to show your displeasure and hastily swinging the door open.

“Oh for fucks sake, what do you both want? I thought we agreed to debrief tomorrow?” Stood before you were the two men you least wanted to see in the world. Gone were their expensive superhero suits and instead replaced with matching grey SHIELD t-shirts that hug their muscles, along with some dark grey joggers, hair slightly damp from recent showers.

Bucky was the one to respond, chuckling deeply and rolling his shoulders to relieve the tension and displaying his obvious annoyance. “It’s not the debrief Doll, that’s not why we’re here”.

Moving your weight from one foot to another, folding your arms sternly across your chest as you moved, glancing between the two men you replied, “well, what the fuck do you want, I was just about to get some well-deserved sleep”.

Steve now inched forward, standing to his full height, making your neck strain back further to look him in the eye, “let us in, this isn’t a conversation for the corridor”.

For some reason his words sent a panic through your thoughts, he never spoke to you in that calm tone, maybe something had truly gone wrong in the mission and needed discussing.

Contemplating it for a moment and glancing behind you to check your room and to see it in an organised manner, you moved to the side, holding the door open further for them both to enter.

Steve and Bucky stepped in and you noticed the way both of their eyes flicked to every inch of your room, assessing it, even this pissed you off, it was your safe space they should stop being so nosey but you refrained from sighing again as you shut the door, turning to face them, leaning into the wood.

“Well? What is it then?”

Neither answered immediately, both still walking around the room slowly.

Bucky spoke first, but not about why he was here, “I didn’t have you as a book reader” he mumbled, hand skimming over the book you’d left open at your desk.

This time you couldn’t hold back the sigh and rolling of your eyes for what felt like the 100th time that day, “so you’ve come to my room to talk about books?”

Steve turned to you now, pointing in your direction, “there you go again, sighing like being in our presence really is some horrific burden”.

“I mean it is, I’ve not exactly kept this a secret, Rogers” you retorted, walking further into the room.

Bucky shook his head in a condescending manner. “You’ve got a real mouth on you, you know that Doll?” 

Snapping your head towards Bucky you couldn’t help the aggressive tone as you snapped, “I’ve asked you to stop calling me Doll, I’m not one of your stupid dames from the 1920s”.

Neither men responded, instead, they looked towards one another, still wandering slowly around the room before Steve settled on the edge of the bed, a sight you never thought you would see and one that you weren’t sure how to feel about, it sent a sort of thrill through you but you shook it off as he began talking.

“You know, Stark mentioned something to us after you stomped off like a child”.

You scoffed, “fuck off Rogers-”

“Let me finish. He mentioned something that we initially shrugged off, in fact, it sort of repulsed us at first but the more we thought about it, the more it started to make sense”.

Steve left you pondering on his statement, “well? What did Stark suggest?”

You watched as Steve stood, taking strong steps towards you, distracting you from Bucky as he too stepped closer from behind. It wasn’t until they stood only a step away that you became a little apprehensive, neck once again straining to look up at the blonde.

“He suggested that we all needed a god, hard, fuck to get over whatever tension there is between us”.

You laughed. Hard. Like really belly laughed until tears were dripping from the corner of your eyes. You had also expected both of them to laugh as well at the ridiculous notion that had been presented to you but they both were watching you with hard expressions. “Wait, you aren’t joking? You can’t be fucking serious, do you really think I want to touch either of you? What a joke.”

Bucky’s cool metal hand was quick as he cupped your throat, cutting off your laughter, his grip hard enough to have you struggling against him but still be able to suck in small breaths. “What the fuck are you doing Barnes?”

Steve began tutting, “No, here’s the thing, you are going to listen to us for once”, he raised his hand to grip your cheeks so that your mouth smushed together so you reached up to hold onto his thick wrist, hoping to ease the grip he had but of course, he didn’t budge. It also didn’t help the situation that you were dressed for bed in only an oversized t-shirt and underwear.

“You have been a pain in our sides since you joined the team, but, we won’t take away that you are an asset on these missions but that doesn’t explain the reason as to why you decided to fight us tooth and nail with every single fucking thing that we do”.

Steve took a breath to calm himself before continuing, “now when Stark said his stupid idea we both brushed him off, but then we thought about it more and more. The way the tension was always thick in the air when the three of us are together, the way my cock twitches in the shower when I think about you in that uniform of yours. We all clearly just need to get things off of our chest or at least…get each other off”.

His lips smirked up as you contemplated this. But surely they couldn’t be serious right? This had to be some big practical joke… but then again, you couldn’t deny the initial attraction that you had when you’d first seen them. I mean, who wouldn’t be attracted to Captain fucking America and the Winter Soldier? They were tall, handsome, incredibly strong, you couldn’t help the schoolgirl crush the first time you’d been introduced to them.

However, after spending more time with them and seeing their arrogance and self-righteousness attitude, you’d ignored that impulse that had struck through you. So no, there was no way that you were actually contemplating this, he had to be making this up.

You were about to try and shove him off again but as your eyes dropped low, you could see the very prominent and remarkably sizeable shape that had formed in his joggers, maybe that serum did more than grow them in height and strength.

Steve caught you staring at his erection, glancing wickedly up to Bucky behind you as he stepped closer, both of their bodies now touching yours so that you could now feel Bucky’s firm rod being prodded into your lower back.

Ok so they were both definitely into this and your mind was racing, images flashing through your mind as to the potential of whatever it was that they were asking for, and your body betrayed your strong willpower as arousal hummed through and in between your legs, causing you to rub your thighs together to ease the tension.

The blonde noticed, his eyes lowering to watch before glazing back towards your face with half-lidded eyes, his pupils widely dilated with arousal.

Pushing on his wrist that was still firmly gripping your cheeks, he let go as you tried to speak with confidence, “fine, if we do this, it doesn’t mean that I’ll stop hating you guys because I still fucking do, but I’ll do whatever it is that you want to do”.

Steve didn’t seem convinced, “not quite what we were hoping to hear. It’s not just what we want to do, I need you to say it’s what you want as well, otherwise, we’re walking straight out of here and not returning and you can continue to think about us whilst in the shower, rubbing between your legs, shouting our names like our super soldier serum can’t hear between floors at just what you do after a mission”.

Your cheeks were burning hot, it had only been a few occasions that you’d done this, you just felt so wound up that you needed to relieve the tension and they both just happened to be the first people you thought of whilst masturbating.

“Fine Rogers, I want this ok? So hurry up and fuck me so I can kick you both out of my room”.

Steve chuckled darkly, squaring his shoulders as he looked above your head towards Bucky and gave a quick nod in his direction.

Bucky’s metal arm finally released your neck, allowing you to take a deep breath in for only a second before you were having his hands grip your thighs, lifting you up until you were folded up against Bucky’s chest, legs now spread in his grip. Scared that you might fall, you reached behind to grip the back of Bucky's head, pulling on his shoulder-length hair.

Steve took a step back, admiring the view before him, and without wasting another moment, he gripped your underwear in two places and effortlessly ripped them in half, chucking the offending material somewhere over his shoulder, now leaving you completely exposed to him.

“Even though you are the fucking bane of my life, I’ve always wanted to do this”, his voice was dark and gruff as he spoke, face inching forward before finally pouncing onto your moistening cunt. Your shout for euphoria made your ears ring from the volume but you couldn’t help it as he didn’t hold back at all, eating you out like a man starved.

His tongue delved deep between your folds, making sure not to miss a single nerve ending, spending specific time to push it into your eager hole, loving how he knew the exact spot to flick his tongue to have your head falling back against Bucky’s shoulder. He then spent time concentrating on your clit, kneading it with his tongue, rotating in circles, sucking it into his mouth, everything so deliciously pleasurably that you were pulling Bucky’s hair harsher, shout out as it all came crashing down, the waves of pleasure pulsing through you.

Steve released your clit slowly, looking up at you with hungry eyes as you tried to regain your breathing, the man definitely knew what he was doing with his tongue that's for sure. Tapping on Bucky’s head, he understand that you wanted to be put down, slowly easing you to your feet.

“My turn”, you seductively whispered, dropping to your knees, ignoring the pinch of pain from the bruises that were on your knees from the mission as you looked up expectedly, mouth wide open and ready.

Both men eased their cocks out of their joggers, leaving the material halfway down their delicious thighs, hands tossing themselves off as they down at you.

“You don’t understand how long I’ve wanted to see you on your knees like this” Bucky explained as he directed you to his cock, pointing it in your face. You were mesmerised by the sheer size of them both, thick and long, it had your mouth watering and also cunt pulsing in anticipation.

Reaching forward you gripped the base of Bucky, making sure to hold his eye contact as you licked along the underside of his cock, wetting it before sucking on his tip and enjoying the way he sucked in a breath at the sensation.

You were only able to take half of his cock to the back of your throat before you were gagging, so you made sure to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks as you moved up, enjoying the salty taste of him. Reaching out with your hand, you gripped onto Steve’s cock, not wanting him to feel lonely as you were able to suck off Bucky and toss off Steve at the same time, loving the sensation of having two of the world's biggest heroes in front of you, falling apart as you used your body.

As tears started to form in your eyes due to gagging over Bucky’s length, you pulled off and started to suck Steve’s cock, alternating between both men’s cock with your mouth or hand. The duo were groaning, hands on the back of your head to hold you there causing strings of saliva to dribble down your chin, mixing with the tears that were flowing down your face from the stimulations

As you tried to take Steve as far as you could into your mouth, the other hand gripping onto Bucky’s member so that it tensed, Steve finally tapped your cheek. Pulling off him, he signalled for you to stand but your knees were wobbly from being in that position so he effectively picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you to the bed.

He placed you in the centre of your unmade bed, pulling off his clothes to match Bucky who had already stripped off. As they stood there watching you lean up on your forearms to inspect their every move, Steve asked, “who do you want first, me or Bucky?”

Smirking up at them, you responded, “why do I have to only pick one when I could have you both”. With that you turned on the bed, lying face first and lifted your arse into the air, presenting yourself to the two of them.

Bucky whistled at the sight, “you really think you can take us both?”

“Oh I know I can take you both, now hurry up and fuck me already”.

Bucky chuckled, “always so demanding Doll”, he knelt on the edge of the bed, pulling your leg back causing you to slide and then turning you so you were once more on your back. Looking down at you with an eyebrow raised he asked in a deepened voice, “What? Not going to chastise me for calling you Doll?”

Scoffing you refrained from rolling your eyes, “there's no way I’m having a go at you right now, not when you stand in the way of providing me with orgasms, Barnes”.

“Hmm”, he leaned over you, forearms resting on either side of your head, his mouth close to yours that you thought he might kiss you but he didn’t, instead he shifted his hips closer. “See, I think you secretly love that name, shall we test that theory?”

“What are you-”

Your words became caught in your throat as he began thrusting into your cunt, slowly and tentatively as to not hurt you, doing a good job at really stretching you out, feeling as if you were nearly at your max already but he kept going and going until finally he brushed against your cervix.

“Fuck” you cursed loudly, eyes rolling back now for a completely different reaction as he allowed your time to adjust until finally, his voice snapped you out of the blissful state.

“So how are you feeling… Doll?” Your pussy squeezed around his cock at the nickname, revealing another one of your well-kept secrets that you did, in fact, enjoy him calling you that name.

Bucky’s face was alight with amusement, loving that he had discovered this about you, “I had the suspicion that the name was turning you on, is that why you so desperately fought us to not call you that, was it because you were becoming aroused?”

“Fuck you, Barnes”.

“Actually, I think it’s more fuck you, Doll” he eased his cock out before sliding back in again. Bucky’s hips snapped into yours, starting off slow before building momentum, your cunt clinging to his cock desperately with each thrust.

It turned you on further to think that Steve was standing just beside Bucky watching you being fucked and with the hyperstimulation of his girthy cock and the fact that this was even happening, your orgasm came on quickly and suddenly. You only just had time to warn Barnes that you were cuming, hands grabbing onto his back as your cunt convulsed around him, squeezing him thoroughly.

Not giving you any time to come down from your high, the brunette whilst still balls deep, turned you both over so he was now underneath and you were now lying on his chest. Tiredly, you looked over your shoulder, smiling as Steve climbed onto the bed and remained behind you.

“Come on then Rogers, let’s see what you’ve got to offer”. Steve smirked at your taunting, reaching to your lips to press his fingers against them, hoping you would open them which you did, and sucked on them, coating the two digits with plenty of spit.

Pulling them out, he aimed them towards your puckered hole, easing one finger in at a time, making sure to thoroughly stretch you out, and adding three more fingers until he was satisfied that you would be able to take him without hurting yourself.

All the while Bucky had remained sheathed in your cunt, still thick and hard, you guessed that this had something to do with the serum that he could stay like this for so long. Without any further waiting, Steve’s cock brushed against your asshole, his warm tip taking its time to tease before being eased in. You felt your body trying to tense at being stretched from the second hole but you willed it to relax, and inch by inch disappeared into your hole.

Just as you felt like you were going to explode from fulness, he stopped, breathing heavily himself. “You’re so fucking tight” he muttered between breaths. The sensation was extremely intense, all of your vulnerable nerves were being touched in both the front and the back.

Steve’s hand fell into your hair once he had composed himself, pulling back harshly, effectively lifting you up from Bucky’s chest so that you had to lean your hands on his pecks whilst his hands rested against your breasts, which were still covered in your oversized shirt.

As Steve began to move, making sure to work with Bucky’s movements, you couldn’t believe how incredible pleasuring it felt, it was almost too much as each graze of someone's cock had you twitching to cum. 

It was an endless cycle of smacking hips together, orgasming hard and then them continuing. You weren't even sure how many times your pussy had convulsed around them both but by this point you had more dribble leaking down your chin and your mind was filled with white noise. The boys noticed that you seemed to be nearing your end and willed themselves to stop holding back their own orgasms.

“Fuck I’m going to cum” Steve stuttered first, pulling out at the same time as Bucky and man-handling you onto your back on the bed. You couldn’t even feel your legs, you had been well and truly fucked as the two super soldiers knelt over your face, tossing themselves off vigorously.

Noticing their plan, in your deliriously fucked out brain you managed to open your mouth and stick your tongue out in preparation for their cum. Steve was the first to shoot his load into your mouth, not missing a single drop as you eagerly licked your lips to make sure his salty goodness was drunk. Bucky followed him soon after, also cuming in your mouth but having to catch a drip with his thumb, pushing his white seed back into your mouth which you eagerly suck and drank down.

Closing your eyes, you were completely exhausted, only just being able to hear the boys beginning to redress themselves. Smiling to yourself, you managed to croak out, voice laced with tiredness, “could you both kindly fuck off and close the door behind you”.

Both of them chuckled as they exited without another word, leaving you to sleep peacefully.

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[ergle-barnes]

You’re Safe Now

Paring: Bucky Barnes x F!reader

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of past trauma,language, Nickname (doll), translated Russian.

Word count:1.9k

Authors note: First solo fic. Feel free to request anything, I write for any gender paring. Have fun loves. ❤️❤️

It's been 5 years since you got out, out of those terrible places. The red room, Hydra. Both were terrible, you were ready to get back the real you. You have no idea who that is or well, was but you want it back. No more confusion. Every night you have the same dream, a man in a uniform saving a small, skinny kid from getting beat up. He says something like, “Sometimes I think you like getting punched.” Then you go somewhere, he calls it “the future,” to which you chuckle and call the skinny man your brother. You have no idea what to think, but you need to find these men. Even if it's the last thing you do.

He missed her everyday, felt guilty for not finding her. He knows she's still alive but doesn’t have the heart to tell Steve, how would he even bring it up? “Oh, hey Steve, your sister may be still alive and is stuck in the red room no big deal.” He says to himself, not knowing the man is standing at his door. “WHAT?!” Steve shouts, angry. “Why didn’t you tell me? What made you think I didn't want to know, huh?” Bucky just stood there shocked, knowing there was no getting out of this one, so all he could do was explain. “Look man, let me explain. I didn't tell you because there’s a chance she doesn’t even remember us, or ever will. She’s been through so much torture there may be a chance that she’s never gong to remember you or me. And it's not guaranteed that she is still alive. So I planned on looking for her, with Nat’s help. So you weren’t hurt, or feeling guilty. Cause that’s all I feel. And your sister man, she’s a smart woman, so who knows maybe she's out. Just… let me handle this one.” Steve was furious but he understands, he knows how much you mean to Bucky, shit bucky’s in love with you. He knows it. So he trusts him, but if you’re alive and not with Bucky, it's his turn. He will have his sister back.

** A few days later **

You are walking in London, a huge place, easy to blend in. Not easy to find, or so you thought. You’re walking back to your apartment when you see a familiar face, a widow. You mumble, “Well, shit. So much for hiding.” You put your hands up in defense, “Listen Yelena, let's talk about this. Please.” She doesn't care, she has a mission to complete. “I don’t want to hurt you.” She walks towards you, she's gonna hurt you if you don’t do something. “Fine.” She attacks but you’re not going down without a fight. Punch, after punch. Kicks after kicks. You don’t want this but you aren’t going back. You notice a swift movement, and look up, which gives her the perfect moment to strike. She kicks the back of your knee, landing you on the ground, she's got you pinned. You close your eyes, ready for the knockout punch but instead a thud? You slowly open your eyes, Yelena’s unconscious body beside you, a familiar redhead standing over you with her arm pointed right at you. A sly smile crosses your face. “Natalia? Still competing with dear ole’ sister I see.” She smiles, “Good you know who i am, Then you know i'm not associated with the widows anymore.” She opens her hand to help you up.

“Come to help an old fri….” Your sentence trails off when you see the man slinging Yelena over his shoulder. New metal arm, same piercing blue eyes, same face as in your dream and your nightmares. You snatch your hand out of hers. Willing to put up a fight. “I’m. Not. Going. Back.”

Those piercing blue eyes find yours and all of your Hydra pain comes rushing back. “Soldat?”

His eyes widen, and he shakes his head, “Not anymore.” You’d heard talk over The Winter Soldier in recovery but didn’t believe it. Why would Hydra let their best weapon go? They wouldn’t but something about those blue eyes made you want to trust him. You decide to try something. Maybe he is the uniform man.

“Don’t do anything stupid till I get back.”

He smiles, “How can i? You’re taking all the stupid with you.”

You mutter, “Jerk.”

“Punk” He replies.

You know him, you don’t know who he is but deep down. You know him. So you trust him. Natalia wouldn’t hurt you right? She’s a hero, or so she claims.

“What do you want?”

“Come with us, we can help you remember and get better.”

You nod deciding to follow, your gut is telling you to. The blue eyed man puts Yelena down gently as she wakes up. You remember the red smoke and pull one out, putting on her face before she can fight. She coughs and shoves you off her.

Smiles cross you and Natalia’s face. “Сука.” (bitch) She mutters and gets up, wiping herself off.

“Natasha?” They exchange hellos and the two “heros” take you to a jet of some sort.

Hours later you wake up to your head banging on the side of the jet.

“OW!” You say and look around, somehow you remember him, another dream or maybe you hit your head hard enough. “James?” You question, scared. His eyes light up. “Hi doll. It's me.” Tears well up in your eyes as you thought about all you two have had to endure and the pain he must feel. A wave of fear rolls over your face. You walk over and hug him, crawling in his lap.

“You’re safe now, it’s okay doll.”

The pilot announces that you guys are at the compound, about to land. You hop up and look out the window with a gasp noticing Steve standing anxiously, looking concerned.

“Jesus he’s huge, are we sure that's my brother?”

Bucky chuckles and the jet lands, as you hide and chuckle.

Steve looks at Bucky. Bucky and the others put on a fake sad face and shake their heads. Steve looks devastated, like he's going to cry and he does. You notice and decide this is the time to pop up behind him. You sneak out a side door and stand behind him with your hands on your hips with a sly smile.

“What's all these tears for?”

He whips his head around in shock and hits Bucky’s flesh arm. He smiles as you run jumping in his arms. “Hi Bubs.” You whisper.

#bucky barnes #bucky #bucky x reader #seb stan #sebastian stan #steve rogers #natahsa romanoff #yelena belova

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Lost 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of loss, grieving, death, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: nomad!Steve Rogers

Summary: You move into a shared flat and encounter a mysterious man.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You stand in the doorway as S pulls taut a new fitted sheet over the corner of the mattress. You’re paralysed not only by your homecoming but from the echoes of your past. Your stomach is bound up with dread and horror as he calmly goes about the menial task.

He throws a top sheet over the bed, then the plaid quilt, folding it at the top in a military manner. The way he moves reminds you of a soldier; straight shoulders and rigid spine. He crosses to you, stopping just a foot away, “pillow?”

You hand over the flat pillow mindlessly. He puts it on the top of the bed and pats it, facing you once more.

“It’s all yours,” he declares.

You hug your dented cans and look down at the ripped labels. You can’t bring yourself to break the threshold. Your own room was only a shell, only a place to hide, but it was familiar and it was yours.

“Hey, you okay?” He approaches and you shrink in his shadow. You nod. No, you’re not. “Look, if you need anything, let me know,” he hooks a thumb in his pocket, “I’m Steve, by the way.”

You press your dry lips together and shudder. You eke out your own name in exchange. He looms as you feel him watching you.

“Hungry?” He wonders as you cradle the cans.

You shake your head. He steps back and gestures with his arm. You take the wordless invitation, more a command, and move past the invisible border of his territory. He backs up and goes to the tall dresser, pulling out a drawer as he pulls out a few pieces of clothing.

“You can put your things on top,” he says, “keep it safe for the night.”

“Sure,” you near and place the cans one at a time on the barren surface. He shoves a draw in and hugs the thin stack of clothing under his arm.

“Not much protein,” he comments.

You shy away and wring your hands, pacing, unsettled by the strange surroundings. You don’t respond. Food is food. You remember the aftermath in Sokovia and the people fighting in dust and shrapnel for a bag of oats. The chaos that brought on even more destruction.

“There’s a fan, I use it for white noise,” he shifts his tone, “if you get cold, there’s an extra blanket in the bottom drawer.”

“Thank you, sir,” you accept, keeping your back to him.

“Right, I’ll leave you alone,” he sniffs, “you know where to find me.”

You hum flatly and wait for him to leave. His footfalls trail to the door and stop. The hinges whisper halfway, “lock this.” The door closes with a snap and you flinch.

You turn and rush without thinking to obey. Your hand shakes as you twist the deadbolt into place. You keep your hand on the brass knob and shiver. You’re tired and weak and you lied, you’re hungry as hell.

You drag yourself away from the door and near the bed, staring at the plaid quilt as you cross your arms. The room smells like him. It’s not an unpleasant smell, it’s the same scent that lingers in the bathroom after him.

You reach to touch the bed and lean on it. The cottony smell of detergent rises from the clean blankets. Your own room always had a tinge of mildew in the air. You cautiously turn and sit on the foot of the bed to unlace your shoes.

It’s a shattering feeling. The world before you is dull as the past blazes vividly in your head. How did it come to this? How did you get lost in this faraway land? Everything you had is gone and you’re left with nothing. You barely even have yourself. You’re not who you were. You’re as much a stranger as the man on the other side of the wall.

You roll out your shoulders and stretch your arms as you stand again. You’re exhausted but restless, walking in circles as you try to convince yourself to lay down. You near the lamp by the bed and click it off. You have to work again tomorrow, you can’t be up all night driving yourself crazy.

You peel back the blanket and slip beneath, still in the same clothes you wore all day. You close your eyes but just as quickly, they flick open. You lay flat on your back and huff. You languish in the silence of the house, the creaks and cracks of the old structure tweaking your nerves. The traffic whooshes past on the street and the hollers of the nocturnal crowds carry in the wind.

You roll over and hide under the blanket as your eyes tinge. You sniffle as the day washes over you again. S, or Steve’s deep growl ripples through you. He sounded so dangerous when he spoke to that man. And he’s so big and strong and you’re just as helpless against him as that creep.

You reach to turn on the fan, hoping it can drown out the noise and your own thoughts. The cool air glosses over our face as you wrap yourself in the quilt and top sheet. You squeeze your eyelids tight, giving into the fire burning behind them. Sleep, that’s the only solace left to you in this world.

Then the dreams rise and crash upon you. Blue skies turning black with smoke, the air thick with acrid dust and the iron taste of blood. Screams tear through your ear drums as deafening bangs shake the earth beneath your feet. You run and run and run, the world raining down on you.

You turn a corner only for the buildings to shake and begin to fall. You stumble back and spin, racing in the other direction. Another street collapses as you barely keep your heels ahead of the destruction.

One of those things, metallic and deadly, swoops down at you, its eyes glowing red and its sonorous voice promising your doom. You throw up your arm and another stronger shield gets in the way. The slice of the object through the air ends with the violent impact of metal on metal, a man in blue kicking away the corpse of the robotic villain.

He turns to face you, the hero in his cowl. So they call him but how can he be a saviour? It is his own friend who brought about this attack, who created the very creatures ripping up the earth and razing the air. His blue eyes gleam behind his mask but as he opens his mouth to speak, the world flashes red.

You wake with a start, out of breath as tears stream down your cheeks. You push yourself up on your elbows as the darkness shifts and a shadow passes over you. You babble as you struggle to sit up. The door is wide open as a figure stands at the foot of the bed.

“Sorry…” Steve rasps as he seems to jolt out of a trance, “I forgot something…”

He goes to the dresser and slides out the drawer. You hold your breath, frozen in terror as you watch him. He doesn’t look at you as he fishes out some unseen item and just as quickly marches back to the door. The light from the hallway illuminates him but you see nothing in his hand.

He eases the door shut and the deadlock twists from the other side as the key grinds in the slot. You fall flat and whine as you’re struck by a new way of helplessness. You know better than to believe that heroes exist. Especially here.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #series #the lost #mcu #marvel #captain america #avengers

[real-jane]

new year, new steve

[steve rogers x f!reader]

summary: a stranger kisses steve at a new year's party and it ignites something in him that he never lets himself have.

words: 4.5k

notes/warnings: smut, no use of y/n.

a/n: i'm back, baby! please enjoy one of the most unhinged things i've ever written. written especially for @fandoms-writings for her neon party! <3

***

The door banged against the wall. Steve turned around fast enough to see a panicked woman rush into the room and leap at him–arms akimbo, lips persistent… she kissed him. 

Steve loved kissing. He just didn’t do it very often. Not since his notoriety became a burden, and being attached to Captain America meant more attention than most women were willing to put up with when it came with questions like how’s it feel to suck America’s dick? shouted at you coming out of his apartment building. Natasha Romanov had never once seen an inkling of Steve’s private quarters, but she had come up with a ready answer for nosy paparazzo anyhow–“Patriotic. Now fuck off.” 

Steve liked women, but by nature of his role in the world, he never got within ten feet of a woman who might really know what the country’s preeminent ass looked like outta spandex or khakis.

But this woman clung to his lapels like his tux was made of crepe paper, and kissed him within an inch of his life, and… despite all his assertions to Nat that he wasn’t interested in dating, he sure slipped his fingers into the velvet of this woman’s dress like it was gonna melt in his palms.

“Shit–sorry, Cap–” a surprised man said behind them.

“We didn’t know!” another man piped up.

The woman pulled away enough that Steve could see her aghast expression, but his body shielded her from the view of the men. He cleared his throat, and nodded at her faintly, as if to say… I’ll take it from here.

“Now you know,” Steve said evenly. Lowly. It was the only way his voice would come out after being kissed like he was a CPR dummy in a high school health class. He turned around. 

“We were just talkin’--”

“I’d say she made it pretty clear she wasn’t interested. Or do you make a habit of ignoring basic social cues, such as–say–actively trying to get away from you? Because where I stand… that kinda behavior is about as low as a guy can get. Wouldn’t you agree?” Steve crossed his arms over his chest to keep his hands from shaking. The fury rising in him seemed to come from another time, another era of his life… when soldiers choked out excuses for pursuing the dancers from his USO act, when the suit he wore was sewn from what fabric could be scrapped together in the middle of a world war and not finely woven wool.

He knew the two men before him, but not well enough to have an established rapport. They were both SHIELD recruits from the Air Force who hadn’t been around long enough for Tony to coach the bravado out of them. 

“You’re still standing here, for what?” Steve asked. Neither men had moved an inch; instead, they were both flushed and at a loss for an explanation. The taller of the two looked angry, but not enough to test Steve’s patience. Which was for the best: when it came to bullies, Steve’s patience had been worn to the bone approximately eighty years prior. 

Steved nodded to the door. “You fellas are going home. Aren’t you?” It wasn’t optional.

The angrier man pressed his lips in a thin line and yanked his buddy out of the room by the elbow.

“Cap’s old lady–Jesus, Benny…” one of the men muttered to the other as they beat a hasty retreat back down the hallway, towards the lively sounds of the SHIELD New Year’s bash. The mahogany door shut forcefully, leaving Steve and his new acquaintance alone.

He turned back to the stranger who had kissed the life out of him, and she stepped back. Her hands rose to cover her mouth, and all the anger and frustration fled from his body.

“Shit–I’m sorry–”

“It’s okay,” he said quickly.

“No, I just… they were bothering me and I couldn’t find my sister, and I didn’t realize this place dead-ended back here… you’re–oh my god. I’m so sorry.”

Steve couldn’t help but smile as she dissolved into embarrassment. “No, don’t be. Not every day a lady kisses me for no reason. Well, I suppose you had one–but it doesn’t happen much. These days. So. Happy New Year to me.” He rocked back on his heels and stuffed his hands in his pockets to pretend nonchalance. The woman wasn’t someone he recognized from the roster of agents he worked with, but… she was beautiful. And so very soft and good at kissing. Too good, maybe. Was he even any good at it anymore? Steve didn’t know. 

“Not every day Captain America comes to my rescue, so.”

“I got carried away,” he cringed.

“Agree to disagree. Should’ve heard the shit they were saying out there.”

Steve thumbed at the door. “I can drag ‘em back here for another round–”

“Don’t waste your time. I think the tall guy pissed himself. I’m satisfied.”

Steve covered a smile with a light cough into his fist. 

“You’re hiding in here,” she said softly, less a judgment than an observation. 

Steve toed the ground. “I’m not a party guy. If this wasn’t the penthouse, I probably would’ve crawled out the window.”

“No… but you’re The Guy–”

“Yeah, well,” he sighed. “Hate being looked at.”

“Hate it,” she echoed with a gentle nod. “Looking at you is torture.”

He chuckled. “Sorry to offend, ma’am. Won’t happen again.”

“Nice lips, though.” 

They smiled at one another as if neither was really sure if the other was serious, or if they ought to play it off as a silly mistake. Instead… Steve spied a sideboard with a carafe of some kind of liquor and a set of crystal tumblers. He nodded to it and raised an eyebrow in silent offering. 

“A double?” she asked.

“How about I pour and you tell me when to stop,” he said, pulling the cork from the bottle. 

“Pour it the length of the kiss.”

He peered at her over his shoulder in surprise and something like… amusement, at her candor. But she was sheepish, and just as uncomfortable with reveling in something done in haste. She twisted her hands. Rather than prolong her torture (or his), he handed her over a glass (with a matching amount of whiskey to his own), and clinked them together.

“Steve.”

“I know.” She sipped the whiskey and studied him over the rim of the glass.

“It is customary to provide your name in exchange, I believe.” He leaned against the large desk which occupied most of the center of the room.

“Everybody knows you.”

“Your sister works for SHIELD?” he pressed.

She sat in the chair at his knee, crossing her own, which allowed her hem to creep up her leg. Steve definitely didn’t choke on whiskey over a peek of ink on her thigh. 

“We’re not related. Just—my friend didn’t want to come alone so it was the only way to get me on the list. We don’t even look alike, but it worked.”

“These events are a minefield, especially solo. As our two friends demonstrated.”

“No date?”

Steve shook his head. “Not a lot of women lining up to do the song and dance.”

“Which is…?”

“Shaking hands. Kissing babies.”

“Being good enough for Captain America,” she murmured. Her brow furrowed as she studied him. 

“I’m just a guy,” he chuckled. “Put my pants on one leg at a time.”

“Huh. Who’d have thought? I can’t get a bite on any dating app because I don’t hike or take soul-searching trips for enlightenment, and Steve Rogers can’t get a date because he’s too famous.”

“Pathetic,” he said, but it made her throw her head back and laugh warmly. He felt his cheeks flush.

“I’m hungry,” she said, “want to brave the buffet line for some scraps?”

“There’s a new food truck set to arrive every hour on the hour, so. Probably still more than enough for two.”

“Can you bear being seen with me?” 

His head snapped up again at the thought of making her worry, but her face was sanguine. “Be my date?” He countered.

The pleased moue of her lips said it all. Except— “don’t usually kiss a guy until the third date.”

“All the more reason.”

“And… then what?”

Steve shrugged and cleared his throat. “I don’t know.”

“Hmm. Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“You might want to, um. Adjust yourself. First.”

“I was really hoping you wouldn’t notice,” Steve cringed. His dick was straining in his briefs like he was fresh outta cryosleep seeing a woman for the first time in eighty years.

“I mean. If you wanna walk out into that party like that—“

“No, that’s good, keep it up; the embarrassment will make it go down,” he said, turning his back to her in mortification.

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly, “I’m nervous.”

“You, sweetheart?” Steve huffed, downing the rest of his whiskey. “You got me on the verge of making a fool of myself. I don’t know your name, but my dignity just doesn’t seem to care.”

“You must think I’m desperate,” she said softly. 

Steve shook his head. “Such a thought from me at this moment might be hypocritical.”

Her mouth twisted like she was trying not to laugh, but she looked mortified.

“I’m gonna go. Out there. I’ll meet you. Um. You’re—I haven’t had enough booze to be saying this. You’re uh, a good kisser, Steve Rogers.”

“Love to do it again sometime,” he murmured, once he was alone in the room again. Still didn’t know her name, but he sure as hell was going to follow her to figure it out. Once his trigger-happy awareness cooled down. As long as he didn’t dwell on how good it felt to grasp her waist, to feel her surprised huff of a breath against his mouth when he returned her first kiss, or how good she smelled, or the curve of her calf when she crossed her legs, or… or… or anything. Think of this nameless succubus like an amorphous blob, and not like someone who seemed to map herself to his chest like she was as tailor-made to fit him as his suit.

Which… Steve didn’t remember the last time he let himself indulge in a woman. Maybe he was starved for touch, or some such thing. Regardless, he had to get out of that office, and she was a pretty enticing reason to do so. And everyone at that party had signed an NDA at the door, so he could let himself loose a little. Maybe undo the top button of his shirt. Go wild.

He downed the rest of his drink and hastened out of the haven of Tony’s office.

The hallway was blessedly deserted. Twenty strides to the mouth of the beast, and leaning against the wall on the verge of being swallowed by the throng… a familiar woman waited. He admired her figure, the way she was soft and soft and soft, and–Steve sighed. At that rate, he’d walk into a crowd with dick a-waving, and all for this woman whose name he didn’t know. He calmed his breathing and stepped up beside her. Without peering at her, he brushed his knuckles against the hand which hung at her side. She jumped, and then looped her fingertips with his. Loosely, so he’d have to be diligent about staying beside her if he wanted to keep holding on to her. 

Steve couldn’t think of many things he wanted more than that. 

Someone did catch his eye from across the room, and Steve couldn’t stop what followed. 

“Enjoying the party, Rogers?” Tony patted his shoulder harder than necessary and smiled too brightly at the woman on his arm.

“You know I love your parties.”

“He’s a terrible liar,” Tony mock-whispered to the woman.

“One of his better qualities, I think,” she replied with a tone that made Steve squeeze her fingers to… what, warn her? Stop saying nice things about me, it’s torture! She squeezed back. “I heard talk of a Cubano truck. I hope you aren’t going to let me down, Mr. Stark.”

“Cubanos await you in the front drive, along with just about any cuisine you can think of, other than the pierogis. Gone in ten minutes! I blame Banner. ‘M Tony, by the way,” he said, offering a hand. 

“I know,” she laughed, shaking his hand.

“And you are?”

“You gotta earn it. C’mon, Rogers.” She tugged Steve towards the elevator.

Once they were alone in the lift, Steve wiggled his fingers further into her grasp. She looked up at him. “I haven’t earned it, huh?” he murmured.

“Oh you have. I just like to see you squirm.” Her eyes glinted in amusement. 

Steve straightened so he loomed over her, but she lifted her chin defiantly. And then she leaned against the corner of the lift, and pulled his hand until he shadowed her from the ambient elevator lighting. But it was Steve who felt cornered. By the sweet smile on her lips, and the tug of the plush pink softness between her teeth as she watched the wheels turn in his head, and by his own desperate desire to hold a woman again, to be touched and teased–they were sharing air when he came to, a breath passing between them like it was the last air on earth, and he studied her irises… how her pupils dilated, and slyness dropped from her expression to reveal something like curiosity. She tilted her head as if to say ‘what’s wrong?’ Steve shook his head on floor fifteen, and leaned in on fourteen, and kissed her on thirteen. And twelve. And on down, but never once letting his hands do more than squeeze hers. She was peachy, and sweet like the whiskey they had shared.

She gasped when he ground himself against her, and raised their joined hands to her sides. She arched into the warmth of his fingers. Nipples pebbled. Steve couldn’t decide whether to map her body with his hands or his lips, so he chose both–nipping at the soft skin of her neck and teasing one strap of her dress over the curve of her shoulder until it slid of its own volition. God love a woman, he thought. This one, with her breast exposed to the chilled air and heat of his breath. He wouldn’t let goosebumps go unkissed, or nipples for that matter. The moan at the back of her throat when he fastened his lips around her nipple was his triumph. How much more could he find victory in her pleasure? Was there a limit to such things?

“Kiss me again?” she pleaded. Steve cupped her cheeks like an apology. The drag of her tongue against the seam of his mouth had him cursing inwardly, in language he’d never let himself utter out loud. He wanted to fuck her, but if all he could do for her was kiss her sweet mouth, that might be enough. He’d wrap a hand around his dick driving home, he could take care of himself and not put that pressure on her. She didn’t have to do a thing more than kiss him, but he wanted her to. If she wanted to. If she wanted him, too.

She smiled against his lips when the elevator dinged at their destination. Steve groaned. 

“I–there’s no excuse, I’m so sorry,” he began, but she stopped his words with gentle fingers over his lips.

“Please tell me you’re not drunk,” she whispered, straightening her dress to conceal her body, much to his chagrin.

He chuckled. “Only drink I've had tonight I shared with you, sweetheart.”

“Not one woman in your life?”

Steve shook his head. His answer seemed to satisfy her greatly, if her grin was any indication. She pulled him through the lobby, but on the front drive (despite the fact that the sidewalk was choc-full of agents and party-goers making food selections from a cadre of trucks and mingling), Steve looped her hand through his arm and made a choice. 

She kept stride with him. Away from the party, through the lot, to the over-fancy car Natasha had talked him into buying. She leaned against the passenger door, preventing him from opening it. 

“What do you want?” she whispered. “Hm?” Steve looked down at his shoes sheepishly, but she touched his cheek. “You don’t need to be embarrassed, I–I hope it’s obvious that I want you, Steve. We could go to mine. Nobody even has to know, honestly. I won’t tell. I mean, I’ll tell myself sometimes, but I won’t believe me.”

He chuckled, and then shook his head. “We’ll go to my place.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Yeah?”

“Yes. What about your friend?”

“I’ll text her.” She whipped a phone from god-knows-where and shot off a quick text. When she looked up at him again, she was flushed. “I don’t do this–”

“Me neither.”

“You don’t even know my name.”

“About that…” Steve levels his eyes with hers. “I gotta know what name I’m supposed to use.”

“Oh? You a talker?”

“A woman gives me the honor of touching her, I’ve got an obligation to a little veneration.”

“Fuck–”

“Only if you give me your name,” Steve murmured against her neck, making her shiver. 

“Then you’ll fuck me?”

“I’ll fuck you.” 

“Cap’s got a dirty mouth, huh?”

Steve cringed. “Please–if you wanna fuck Captain America, then I can’t do this–”

“No, no.” She grasped his lapels so he wouldn’t step away. “It’s not like that. You’re Steve to me. Okay? I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m–shit, sweetheart. People are going to give you so much guff.”

“Who’s ‘people’?”

“Anybody who knows. I don’t wanna hide you, but you gotta know that. There’s usually a paparazzo outside my apartment, and we’re just asking for a billion stories about ‘Cap’s New Girlfriend’, blah blah blah. You’ll have people dogging you about it–”

“Okay.” 

Steve blinked. She smiled at him softly.

“You done thinking of reasons why I shouldn’t want you? Because I’m feeling a little jerked around, here–”

“‘M done,” he said. “I just. Want you to know.” She sought the buttons of his coat and undid them so she could snake her hands inside. Steve stepped into the embrace. 

“I’ve seen what you do to bullies, Rogers. I’m not afraid.”

Steve opened the back passenger door and kept eye contact with her as he slid inside. It took her a split second to follow. The moment the door shut behind her, he hit the lock and tossed the keys somewhere and pulled her to straddle him. She nipped his ear lobe and then whispered her name in his ear. Steve rolled the letters around on his tongue and found it most satisfying to see the way her eyes fluttered as he repeated it back to her. And again when he pressed her hips to his.

“N-nice car.”

“I just bought it,” he muttered.

“Happy to help you christen it.”

“Panties off.”

He regretted that it was too dark to see the color of the panties that she shimmied to the floor, but he had every intention of offering her his laundry if they ever made it to his place, so he was confident he’d get to enjoy them on and off her body more than once, god willing. Steve forgot what it was like to slip his fingers between a woman’s thighs and find her wet, and warm–he cursed himself for depriving himself of such things as this beautiful woman shuddered at his touch. Her bundle of nerves swelled as he worried it with gentle circles, and he was in heaven.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. So wet–I’d have no problem working my dick into you and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Kissing–god, kissing makes me so fucking wet,” she breathed. “And you did suck on my nipple in the elevator. You an exhibitionist, Rogers?”

“Maybe I am. Should I roll down the windows so everybody can see you come?”

“Fuck.”

“What?”

“I want your fingers. Finger me.”

“I don’t know, you didn’t answer my question.”

“Ugh–crack the windows.”

“You want them to see you.”

“I want you to make me come so hard that I might give us away.”

“Fucking hell, woman.” Steve unzipped his pants in haste. “Roll them down how much you want them, then I’ll make you come.”

As she leaned over to the passenger side window, Steve rucked her skirt up over her hips and moved behind her so her face was inches from the glass. “What’s wrong?” he asked, but his hands made quick work of touching her exactly how he had been dying to since she first kissed him. He sank one finger into her heat as she depressed the window a few inches. 

“Someone might see,” she moaned breathlessly, sitting back to fuck herself on his meaty finger. 

“I hope they do. You’re a goddess.” He stroked her until she was turned on enough to take a second finger, and then he poised her to take them–but only if she sat on them. She worked herself down slowly, head thrown back. Her mouth was open but all coherent words fled from her tongue. Steve yanked her straps off and exposed her breasts. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“Fuck me, please, please–”

“Soak my hand, sweetheart.” He pushed her shoulders so she had to brace herself on the door. He thrust his fingers into her pussy, taking great care not to touch her clit to prolong her climax. She whined.

“Ruin my suit. Come on. You’re squeezing me like a vice, I know you wanna come.”

“Can’t, can’t.”

“Listen to me. You can.”

“Touch my clit.”

“What do you say?”

“Please?” she breathed.

Steve crowded behind her, pushing his hips against his hand to fuck her harder into his fingers, and then he found the swollen clit again, begging to be touched. Her orgasm hit like a wave; her head fell back against his shoulder, and she keened. Loud enough to be heard from outside, and like it came from guttural pleasure. Steve reveled in the rush of cum which flooded his hand and soaked his cuff. He pressed the window button down again, releasing the glass a few more inches. Their position was shielded by a cadre of SUV’s, but if someone came for the black car beside them, they’d see her tits flushed with a sheen of sweat while she heaved with breaths of relief. Steve flicked her nipple with his free hand and she jolted, but she grinned up at him. 

“Too tired to take my dick?” he growled in her ear. She shook her head.

“Wanna see you,” she said. 

Steve helped her turn to face him, not bothering to wipe his hand or bother with any such thing. How could he think of such things when her soft hands had crept inside his waistband to cup him through his briefs? He rolled his hips as she stroked him through the fabric.

“You’re beautiful.” She bit her lip. “I need you.” She pushed him until he sat back against the seat, and tapped his hip so he’d lift up enough to let her strip his pants down to his ankles. For just a moment, Steve floated out of his body to watch from above as the gorgeous woman who had just come all over his fingers released his dick from his underwear and rubbed his tip between her folds. How lucky–the thought dissipated. She sank down, taking him slowly to savor the stretch. 

Steve blanched. “Fuck–condom–”

“Don’t need it. Birth control.” She rolled her hips and Steve saw stars. It occurred to him how long it had been since he’d felt a woman’s warmth around his dick, but this one was velvet and he didn’t care if he never fucked another woman again. But maybe he could fuck this woman a few more times. Or a lot more. 

“Oh my god, don’t… I’ll come too fast–”

“My bad,” she giggled. She fully seated herself over him and clasped her hands behind his neck with an innocent smile. “Wouldn’t want you to come, would we?” Steve glared at her.

“You think you’re so cute,” he grumbled, nipping her bottom lip.

“Big talk, I can feel you twitching inside me like you wanna come right this second.”

“Keep it up and I might not let you outta my bed for a week.”

“Promise?” 

She contracted her inner muscles and Steve bit his lip. “You asked for it. Gonna have to fuck that sass right out of you.”

“You can try, big guy.” She rolled her hips and impaled herself on him, riding him hard. She didn’t seem to care if all the world heard them, or saw her, or if he came in three seconds–and for his part, Steve didn’t see a downside. He curled his fingers into her hips and gave her back as good as she gave him. It was fucking, most certainly, but it also felt like time had ceased to tick since he felt her lips touch his for the first time. Maybe the new year wouldn’t come until he did, he thought, but boy if he wasn’t on the verge.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, slowly canting her hips. “You’re allowed to give in.”

“Am I?” His eyes searched her soft gaze, and she nodded. “I don’t get these things, sweetheart.”

“Says who? Who’s been lying to you? You don’t get to be fucked silly in the back of a car like a teenager?” She smiled. “You of all people.”

“Is that what you’re doing?” Steve touched her cheek, almost like he didn’t mean to, but he felt suddenly bashful.

“I’m gonna fuck every doubt outta your head.”

She made good on that promise. When he came, he saw pure light behind his eyelids, like heat through his eyelids on a sunny morning. With every contraction of her inner muscles, he thrust up into her, even though he had nothing left to give. Her second orgasm was his final triumph. Her nails clasped his shoulders, and she moaned into his mouth, and Steve rubbed her clit until she couldn’t take any more. When her fingers found his wrist to pull his hand away, she linked their fingers. They breathed the same air again, foreheads pressed together, and both of them smiled.

“What am I going to tell the dry cleaner?” he murmured.

She laughed, head thrown back in delight. She rolled the window back up and kissed him sweetly. Nobody saw them, that they knew of, and nobody could hear them over the countdown to the New Year, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t the sexiest moment of his very long life.

Some days or weeks later, when time began to tick again, Steve emerged from his apartment one morning with a woman on his arm. They both wore sunglasses, and they didn’t shy away from smiling at one another like they shared a secret. As promised, there was a paparazzo waiting with indiscreet flashes and even raunchier questions for the woman, but she paused to pose with Steve so the man could get a good photo of them. Then, she dragged her glasses down her nose.

“America can fight me for his dick,” she said brightly to the reporter. Steve shook his head, but he laughed and followed his girlfriend to the car. Try as he might, he just couldn’t fuck the sass out of her.

Sure was fun trying, though.

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[our-destiny]

Not sure what to title this, but it's dark/yandere Bucky and a hint of pervert!Bucky. The ending is super rushed and as always this is super self indulgent and not well written <3 readers gender is not specified

Trigger warnings: Stalking, violence (not towards reader), killing, male masturbation, Buckys filthy thoughts, stealing, mention of reader masturbating, implied noncon at the end - if I missed anything please let me know

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Bucky, who's still getting used to the new world, the Winter Soldier progamming not quite gone yet, lost in this unfamiliar world until he meets you. He doesn't really understand social norms, so when he feels a need to protect you and be around you, he does just that.

He follows you around, not really trying to hide it, and stares at you openly from across the room.

He convinced Tony to put your room next to his (or changed rooms so he could be next to you idk) so he could always listen to you and make sure you're okay. He learns your schedule and follows it, always trailing behind you like your shadow.

In the morning he would let himself into your room. If you were still asleep he would sit and watch you, when you awoke and asked what the hell he was doing, he would just stare, saying nothing. After the first few times this happened you started locking your door at night, which did nothing because he would just break the lock. Though he stopped after Steve told him off for it, so now he just stands outside your door waiting for you. He'd wait for you to get ready before following walking with you to breakfast. When you sit down to eat he makes sure he's sitting next to you, kicking someone out of their seat if need be, and also makes sure no one else is sitting on the other side of you. When eating he still stares at you, only ever glancing away, almost as if you would disappear at any moment. He follows you around the rest of the day, joining you in the gym, following you when you go out to eat. He's always there, always watching.

When you go to your room, he leaves you be. Steve told him that you needed some privacy and alone time, so when you shut the door in his face he goes to his room next door. He's not too worried about you getting hurt since he can hear everything you're doing in there. If someone were to come over to your room, he would first lean against his door, listening to your conversation with them, holding his trusty gun ready to attack if they tried to hurt you. When they left he would calm down and open his door to check up on you, once he knows you're okay he'll go back into his room. However if you were to invite them into your room, he wouldn't allow that, immediately storming out of his room and into yours, ready to tell the other person to get the fuck out. You see he doesn't like leaving you alone, let alone leaving you alone with another person, he has to be next to you or at least have you in his sight. You can convince him to let them stay, as long as you also let him stay in your room to watch over you, but if you don't say anything he will demand they leave and will make it physical if he has to.

He doesn't like it when other people touch you or gets too close to you. After so long with Hydra he doesn't understand that touches can be friendly, anytime someone touches you he thinks they're out to hurt you. If anyone tries to touch you Bucky will stand between you two and glare at them until they either leave or back off. If someone does put their hand on you, even if it's just a friendly pat on the back, he'll almost break their wrist while getting them off of you.

Bucky does give you some personal space depending on where you are. If you're in a room that's not very crowded then he'll be further away, but if you're at a party or something else where there's a lot of people, he'll stand really close to you. Your back will be pressed against his chest and you can feel him breathing down your neck, you might as well be sitting in his lap because he's so close.

He doesn't talk much, either. Or at all actually. If he does speak it's probably to tell someone to go away or stop touching you. But he likes listening to you. Anything you say to him, or just say in general, he'll remember even if it seems like he's not listening.

He almost thinks of you as his handler. Like you own him or control him, or like he has some sort of duty to protect you and follow your commands. If you mention that someone was annoying you today, that night while you're sleeping he'll go and kill them for you. Bucky won't follow out every command you give him, there's stuff he won't budge on when it comes to your safety. Such as he won't stop following you, and he won't let anyone touch you. You could trick him to leave you alone if you tell him to wait somewhere and then make a run for it, but after a few minutes he'll start to worry that you're in danger and go find you. And he will find you, he's trained to track people down so you won't be away from him for long. Your safety comes above everything for him, including your word, so he won't let people touch you. No matter what you say. If someone tries to touch you, you can talk him out of hurting them or killing them, by just telling him to leave it be but he still won't let them lay a hand on you.

He's not completely honest with you. There's some stuff you don't know about, like how he kills anyone he deems a threat, and how he comes into your room at night, picks the lock if he has to, just to watch you sleep, and hear you breathe. There's something about how peaceful you look, how unaware you are when you sleep that he can't get enough of. Maybe it's just that he likes seeing you safe and comfortable, maybe he just likes the idea of him having your life in his hands, the choice of whether to be your protector or your abuser. Maybe he's just happy that he found a reason to live now, a person to take care of. Either way he sits and watches you sleep, like a loyal guard dog.

You also don't know how much of a pervert Bucky is. How he lets himself into your room when you're not there, lays on your bed, getting lost in your scent. He can't help but touch himself, to grind against the mattress imagining it was you underneath him, you he was thrusting his cock into, cuming on your sheets leaving a sticky residue. He pokes around and steals a few things to add to his collection, finding your underwear drawer and jerking off again with a pair pressed against his nose before stealing a few to use later. He's so horny for you whenever he's alone he can't stop thinking about your body, he cums at least five times a day now because of you. When he wakes up he immediately rubs one out, in the shower, when he goes to bed, anytime he's alone. Remember how I said he can hear everything you do when you're in your room? He can hear you masturbate, and touches himself to the sound of you, talking to you as if you could hear him. It takes all of his will power not to just take you whenever he pleases, he thinks about it though. When he watches you while you're asleep he thinks about just having a little taste, wondering if you'd wake up if he were to slip his cock into you. When you're in the gym he thinks about pulling down your workout pants and fucking you, doesn't matter if anyone else is there. When you eat breakfast he imagines fucking your face. He's just so horny for you.

Eventually he snaps, kidnapping you and locking you away in a cabin far into the woods, finally able to act out all of his desires and keep you safe by his side <3

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[hornedqueenofhell]

Apologies

Eddie watches the smoke curl from his cigarette and tries not to disassociate from the amount of noise around him, trailer parks are not the quietest place. Which is probably the only reason Steve is able to 'sneak up' on him.

"You look sad, what's up?" 

He jumps and almost drops his cigarette on the blanket he brought up here with him, as a vampire he didn't get cold anymore but it could still provide comfort. He looks down and sees Steve standing in front of the trailer. 

"Just a lot on my mind. It was loud in my head before I was a vampire, now it's just…" he makes an explosion noise and gestures at his head. Steve just gives him a soft smile and climbs the ladder to the roof plopping down beside him. The brunette makes grabby hands until Eddie hands over the pack and his lighter.

“Is it just too loud or is something specific rolling around in your head?” Steve asks as he tugs some of Eddie’s blanket over his lap. He taps out one of the sticks before setting the pack on the roof between them. He hands the lighter back to Eddie however once he’s got a good cherry on his own cig.

“Bit of both if I’m being honest.” He won’t admit it on his afterlife but being able to focus on the sound of Steve’s heart has already started to help stabilize him. The familiar beat, the rush of Steve’s blood next to him have become the new sounds of home for him. He taps along to it as he gathers his thoughts. Steve looks beautiful as he takes a hit off his cig, tilting his head back to breath out a combination of smoke and his own chilled breath. The moles on his neck shift and stretch as he moves, as if tempting Eddie to taste them. Eddie watches the jump of Steve’s pulse in his neck before looking at his own grey tipped fingers, his blackened claws he chews back to stubs every few days so he could hold and touch Wayne and the party without flaying their skin off.

He thinks of Steve’s warm skin gone pale and ashy like his own, those perfect white teeth containing a set of sharp fangs whenever he smiled, the red sheen tainting those deep hazel eyes. He imagines Steve as a monster like him and his gut rolls with misery and desire. 

“You were supposed to be Kas.” Eddie blurts out suddenly. Steve chokes on the smoke in his lungs from surprise at the words practically shouted at him. After pounding on his chest a few times to clear his airways he looks over to Eddie who is practically oozing sadness next to him.

“Wha… why me?” Steve asks, his voice is rough and scratchy now and Eddie swallows harshly at the sound. “I’m not- I’m just…” He gestures to himself as if to say he’s nothing special.

“Vecna wanted you because of that. Because you were a protector. Knew it would be easier to get the kids if you were out of the way.”

“But then why…” He trails off and gestures to Eddie. He looks like he’s trying to say it as non-insultingly as possible and it makes Eddie snort dryly in response. He takes another hit of nicotine before he answers.

“Even a shitty soldier can still serve a purpose. That’s what he told me at least.” He leans over and lightly knocks his shoulder against Steve’s, “I think since he couldn’t get the guardian of the party eliminated he wanted a strategist at least.”

“Strategist?”

Eddie grins and pulls his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. “The d&d stuff Stevie. I’m the dungeon master which means I have to plan everything. The encounters, the maps, the loot, every single person the party interacts with or fights, all of it comes from right here.” He taps his temple.

“Ah, got it.” Steve’s heart speeds up and his breathing gets faster, but it’s not for any good reasons that Eddie can tell. Instead Eddie’s words seem to have brought a wall between them. Not sure what he did and not sure how to fix it he starts rambling.

“I feel like I owe an apology to the guys after everything. Hellfire is definitely over, and even if it wasn’t I did leave Dustin in charge which I’m pretty sure he and Gareth might try to kill each other. Gareth is such an innovator and Dustin the rules lawyer won’t allow any of that. Hopefully he’ll learn to be more flexible once he's in charge, you know maybe?” He glances over at Steve who is still giving him an unreadable expression. “And christ Gareth deserves a huge apology, Carver almost broke his hand because of me!”

“And what about Lucas? Does he get one of your apologies too?” Steve finally asks, taking a hit of his cigarette before grinding it out on the roof. Eddie licks his dry lips and tilts his head at the venom in his voice.

“What…what do you mean Stevie?”

“What do I- The game Eddie! The fucking game where none of his friends showed up, not even his sister man! What the hell was wrong with all of you?!” Steve looms over Eddie who leans back on his palms before Steve’s words sink in and he bares his teeth in a hiss.

He pushes back towards Steve making the other man fall to his elbows this time, “Don’t you dare blame that on me! That’s not my fault.” They’re both breathing hard, even though Eddie doesn’t need to breathe now. He gulps down the scent of terror and sweat off of Steve and quickly retreats, folding back into himself.

“Why couldn’t you just reschedule Hellfire Eddie?” Steve finally asks tiredly. The blanket Steve was under is sliding off the roof of the trailer and Eddie snatches it up right before it could spill down onto the ground. He saw Steve flinch away from his speed out of the corner of his eye and sighed before slowly pushing the blanket back towards the human.

“Steve, when I said I was in charge of everything as a DM I meant everything. Not just what happens during the game but I have to plan the game itself too. I have to go over everyone’s schedules every week to figure out when we can play. I have to factor in Oliver’s tutoring, Gareth’s soccer practices, if Jeff has to pick his sisters up from dance practice. The kids have their AV club stuff too. And everyone has curfews I have to keep in mind, I have to schedule around all of that, and I can only do that if I have everyone’s schedules.”

“So Lucas…”

“Wasn’t giving me his. He canceled on us at the last minute several times, to the point I started adjusting combat to factor in him not being there. Lucas was our heavy hitter, so he’s kind of important to the not letting the squishy casters die in combat stuff. But his character fell three levels behind everyone else. Everyone wanted him to be there for Friday’s game, it was going to be the end of the campaign. We put it off for almost a month waiting for him to show up. And when it seems like everything is finally in place he cancels again. And he doesn’t even come to me to tell me himself, he tries to get Dustin and Mike to do it for him. On the day of. I had less than three hours notice to either adjust all the combat for one less player or tell the boys to find a substitute so that I wouldn’t ruin the start of their spring break by accidentally killing all of their characters. I never asked them to bring his sister, even tried to shoo her off so that she would be there for him.”

“Fuck, Eddie I’m so sorry. I didn’t know he was doing that. I can’t even understand why he was if he’s not the only one in Hellfire who plays sports.” Steve scrubs his hands over his face.

“It’s alright Steve,” he sees the disbelieving look on Steve’s face and reaches over to cover the younger man’s hand with his own. Steve looks down at their hands before scooting closer to lean on Eddie’s shoulder.

“I mean it sweetheart. And you’re right besides, I do owe Lucas an apology.” He feels Steve’s fingers tuck into his and squeeze. “Not for the game but for making Lucas feel like he couldn’t tell me about his schedule. Jason and his crew are douchebags yes but I know others on the team are good kids. But I took my frustration with Jason out on everyone and I can admit that I get why Lucas would be scared to tell me. Especially considering I was practically yelling in his face that I thought he was a horrible person for liking a game, just because it was different than mine.”

“I think that’s a good idea Eds.” Eddie watches Steve study his hands, rubbing his fingers over Eddie’s recently chewed talons and rub the greyed skin with his thumb. A breeze ruffles their hair and Steve shivers before pulling the blanket around both of their shoulders. He reclaims Eddie’s hand and shoulder with a deep breath. “I think that’s a really good idea.”

Maybe Steve isn’t as scared of Eddie as he’d feared.

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[ronearoundblindly]

Hi! I hope you're doing well🥰

Can I be greedy? I NEED me something from the kiss prompt lust if you're willing, of just about any of them, for Autumn (Rosie) and Steve? I genuinely cannot pick, there are at least 10 kinds I'd die to read about🥲 I miss them.

(No pressure!)

eeeeee, I miss them too! I choose --a kiss after a small rejection-- because we all know I love me a bit of angst before the fluff with 🍁 Steve Rogers x super soldier!reader 🍁 [one of my Valentine's Fics for 2024]

Warnings for not much (super mild cursing) except please remember that this reader chose the name Autumn Rose Barnes after rescued from Hydra. Steve calls you 'Rosie,' zero other physical or personal descriptors. It's not an OC! Sorry to lecture, but I've gotten complaints and needed to explain this multiple times...Also, you and Steve adopted a German Shepard mix named Maple. WC 1370

Your Team, an Autumn Is Healing tale

With the fastest, most forceful, super soldier movements you can manage, you shred the single page of paper in your hands.

Those cowards delivered it while you were in your garden. They put it under your door, far back in the building, and they ran away with their tails between their legs.

“‘Not able to authorize you at this time’ MY ASS,” you screech.

“I’m sure the Council didn’t make the decision lightly.” Steve diligently picks up tiny pieces off the carpet as you toss them everywhere.

It’s all you can do not to burst straight through the walls.

“How dare they? Have I not done enough?! What more do they want??”

You aren’t an Avenger, not now, maybe not ever, and the future just looks blank when before it seemed so clear.

You can fight—you should fight,—so why not put you to work? Why not let you on the damn Team?

“They don’t trust me,” you think aloud. “All this power, and no one wants me.”

He stops at the trash and puts his hands on his hips, dejected. “That’s not—Sit down, okay? This isn’t about any of that. You are wanted and trusted here.”

“I can pull my weight, Steve. I can give back what you all have given me. I can be a team player, I promise, please. PLEASE. Tell them. Please tell them I’m ready.”

“Rosie, no one doubts you are ready or capable or any of that, and you are part of the team. More importantly, I am on your team. We all are. Only thing that happened today is some bureaucrats covered their asses—“

You and maple cock your heads in shock, but the language changes nothing.

“Then why can’t I be of use?!”

“Here,” he specifies. “In here, in the compound, of course, we trust you. You know this place. You know all of us. But sweetheart, there is so much out there.”

He changes tactics. “We don’t need—I mean, the Council doesn’t see—you were trained as a soldier, yes, but that’s not who you are. That was so you’d obey their commands. The rest of us, we’re grunts. And frankly, I’m glad you won’t be in harm’s way.”

After thinking for a few seconds, something obvious occurs to you. Steve always fights for what you want, and he’s…not now.

You rush toward him with an accusatory finger up. “You did this.”

“What? No,” Steve balks.

“You did this, didn’t you? That’s what you told them to get them to say ‘no.’ You told them I wasn’t up to it, not a real soldier. You told them I’m not cut out for the Team because you didn’t want me fighting beside you.”

“I said I wanted you safe,” he tries softly.

It’s not a wall you’re about to burst through. “You took my chance!”

“Rosie, that’s ridiculous. I never—“

His phone makes a noise like a foghorn—the call to the jets. Danger. The Team needs him.

You both look up from his hip at the same time, eyes locked between fury and compliance.

“Better go.” You scowl. “Wouldn’t want to hold you back.”

His face falls, and he stands there, listening to the alarm sound again, then again.

Without another word, Steve gives up and leaves.

You lock the door and remove his entrance privileges. It won’t keep him out, but it will slow him down and make a point when he returns.

If he wants to keep the battlefield personal, then this can be your domain. He can apply to participate. He can go through a crucible of grueling interviews and tests and then last-minute, made-up tests because they just wanted to find one reason…

And Steve handed it to them on a silver platter.

When he comes back he tries the door. You can hear the mechanical lock beep in rejection of his hand print. He tries again. He knocks, he calls out with a louder knock, and then, finally, he uses the override command, the one that they technically all have because you can’t be trusted. Not really. Not fully.

He enters the dark rooms quietly.

You’re on the bed, laying with your hands wedged between your thighs, Maple’s belly warming your feet, the window blinds all the way up, moonlight and stars visible as a small comfort.

He doesn’t know if you’re asleep or awake until you speak.

“What was the point—why put me through all this if I can’t help? Am I just a thing to breed?”

“Rosie, honey, that is not and never has been true.” Clearly cautious from your argument, Steve stays a short distance away.

“Then why did no one look for me? I was right there, strapped down for years, because that was my purpose, that’s what I was created fo—”

“So was I,” he exclaims gruffly. “I was made to do one thing, and one thing only, and I still sat in the Arctic for seventy years! It doesn’t prove shit—“ he kneels down beside the bed, holding your hands and whispering pleas into you skin “—and no one but you can define your purpose.” 

Maple whines and bows her head over the edge.

”I want you,” he continues. “I trust you. If it makes me selfish to…fine, I’m selfish. So be it. I don’t want you out there with me, I’m sorry. I don’t. See, I lost people when they got sick, when they went to war, when I went to war, when I came back, when I didn’t come back.”

He pauses, tracing small patterns over your thumb while he squeezes your hands.

“Please. Please, sweetheart. Just give me this one thing because even though you have a serum, I can’t…I can’t imagine…if anything ever…

“We are super. We are not indestructible,” he admits. “Losing you would destroy me.”

Steve looks fragile, his features shadowed by more than the night.

“You don’t need to become an Avenger. We are already on your team. We are your team. You have nothing to earn. You have nothing to fight for. We lo—I love you. I’m in awe of you because you became so much more than they tried to make you be.”

The dog howls gently in agreement.

“Me and Maple are your biggest fans, too.”

Said ‘fan’ harrumphs on cue, making Steve burst into a smile.

“There’s a whole fan club. We have a slogan—‘Go Autumn’—there’s gonna be t-shirts and scarves.” He drops your hand to spring up. “We’re your cheerleaders, right, girl? See?”

He hurdles over you to his side of the bed and starts hopping up and down with his fists in the air. Maple goes ballistic barking.

“RAH, RAH, ROSIE! RAH, RAH, ROSIE!”

Steven Grant Rogers, born the fourth of July, one-hundred plus years ago, jumps on the bed, bouncing till you reluctantly roll off and stand. 

Maple gets down with Steve, panting, and watches intently, thinking her dad has really lost the plot in a super fun way. Maybe she’ll get a treat even.

He steps in front of you, running his fingers through his disheveled hair.

“Wha’d’ya say, Miss, can I be on your team? Do you want me? You trust me?”

If you weren’t so close to tears, you would have answered him immediately. Instead, you hum.

He scoffs. “You Barneses are so picky.”

Steve pulls you into a hug, lifts your chin and says softly against your lips, “go, Autumn, go,” before capturing you in his zeal.

The truth of it is you know he wants you, and you know he trusts you. Knowing that Steve feared for your safety makes you more anxious to have him out there.

You hold him tighter.

He's right, of course, that risk is everywhere and nothing is promised. How could he say 'no' to peace of mind? You'll never be lost. He will never lose this one thing.

Though you will not be joining the Avengers, one of the many things you are a part of is this: a slow dance in the dark with a good man.

A slow, slow dance between his tongue and yours, that is.

After what feels like hours of him kissing you so sweetly, Maple is bored and stretching into a ready stance.

She yips indignantly.

You pull away from Steve. “I know, girl. I always want him to come home, too.”

He rests his forehead to yours. “She’s right. I should respect her mom’s independence.”

Maple squeals and flicks her head (and ears) to the side. Where’s her treat, you crazies? She put up with your tension all night, and she deserves a reward.

Ransom Drysdale and a kiss as a 'yes' ⬅️ ➡️ Lloyd Hansen and a kiss on a place of insecurity

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daddy loki request!

Could you do one where little one is feel really little and tired after a Mission or something of your choice and loki is in his little office room and little one go around the whole tower trying to find him and gets more aggravated every time she can’t find him ?

I love your little reader work so much!!!

Only Need Daddy

(GIF not mine)

Pairing: daddy!Loki x little!Avenger!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, just fluff

A/n: I'm glad you like 'em!

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The moment you walked out of the jet you felt how your littlespace kicked in, the mission you just finished together with Natasha, Clint, and Peter had exhausted you and all you wanted at the moment was to be held by your daddy.

You went to your shared room, frowning a little when Loki wasn't there to greet you like he always does, and changed yourself into more comfortable clothes that suited your headspace.

You grabbed your favorite stuffie from the bed and started to search for Loki desperately.

First, you went to the library area of the tower where he usually was but couldn't find him there, then you thought maybe he was doing some workout with Thor but only saw Bucky and Steve doing some combat practice.

"Hey, little doll." the brunette smiled when he noticed you standing by the door, nibbling at your nails. "What you doing here all alone?"

"Where's daddy?"

The soldiers looked at each other, both shrugging and Steve turned to you with a sympathetic smile.

"Sorry sweets, we don't know where he is. Maybe he's in the common room?"

You nod and made your way to the common area but yet again were disappointed when he wasn't there.

You grew more restless and it got to a point where you started sniffling when you couldn't find him anywhere.

You were about to pass Thor on your way back to your room but he stopped you, placing his hands on your shoulders.

"What's troubling you, tiny one?" he asked concerned, you were feeling too little to give him a proper answer and just mumbled out a small. "Dada..."

Nothing else had to be said and Thor took your hand, leading you to the only room you haven't checked, Loki's office. He rarely uses it and when he did it was while you were on missions, on playdates with Kate and Peter, or out with Natasha and Wanda.

Thor opens the door for you and pats your head two times, going to what he planned to do before he found you.

Loki turned around with his chair and smiled when he saw you rushing towards him, letting you wrap your arms around him before helping you sit on his lap.

"Hello, little one. You came back earlier than I expected..." he trailed off when he heard your sniffles. "What's wrong?"

You just shook your head, clinging more onto him and Loki started to rub your back in a manner to calm you down.

"It's alright, you don't have to say anything. Daddy's here now" he whispered in your ear, placing a soft kiss on your cheek and moving your head to lay it on his shoulder.

He stayed with you like that for a while until you were half asleep and stood up with you wrapped around him and got to your bedroom to take a nap with you.

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Love In The Dark

Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Based off Adele’s song, love in the dark.

Warnings: Angsty Oneshot, you break his heart, what a bitch.

You and Bucky had been through so much together. You were already a part of the team when he got deprogrammed and joined. Steve was the driving factor for you two to become so close. Steve trusted him, and you trusted Steve, so you guessed that meant you trusted the winter soldier too.

You fell in love rather quickly, it wasn’t out of a movie scene or anything. You were friends, and it slowly led to something more. You were tasked with being his seeing eye dog for the first few months, before he was sent out on any missions.

When the first mission was dropped on your desk, your boss said you had to prepare him, you had no clue how you would do it. That was the first night Bucky opened up to you, he cried to you. He was terrified of being violent. Scared that fighting would revert his mind back into a killing machine.

That was five years ago. You settled into a routine with Bucky, you got comfortable, that was a mistake. You were independent, brave, the new it girl of the Avengers. Now you can’t do anything or go anywhere without him. You only took missions that Bucky was also assigned to. You entangled yourselves into each other.

At first it was thrilling, you’re guilty of rushing things. It all felt so right in the moment. Like he was meant to be your lifeline. You were too clouded by love bombing to see how deep the hole you dug yourself was. It’s like you were drowning now, you weren’t a person anymore.

It was always Bucky and Y/N. The romance had died long ago, but you couldn’t bring yourself to end things. You told yourself you could fix it or you’d eventually fall back into each other. Your relationship was just based off convenience. You were two ships passing in the night most of the time, roommates it felt like. You didn’t know how your life would end up in another five years.

You know you have to end it, no matter how much he begs you to stay. With shaking hands, you knock on his door, stepping back when you hear him shuffling on the other side. He opens the door, raising his eyebrows at you “Why didn’t you just walk in?” He turns around, going back to his coffee table. He was dusting off old baseball cards in a brown paper bag.

You walk in, closing the door behind yourself. Making no moves to sit on the couch beside him, you stand there, giving him one last chance to do anything. When you doesn’t raise his head from polishing a clear card sleeve, you let out an exasperated huff. Tears try to form in your eyes, you feel them burning but nothings coming out. Your throat feels like it’s closing on itself, drying out instantly.

You take a deep breath, never blinking. You didn’t want to take your eyes off of him, “I can’t do this anymore.”. You finally say it, the five words you’d been grueling over for two years. It catches Bucky’s attention though, “What do you mean?”, he stands stepping towards you. You put your arms up, pressing your hands into his chest. “Please, give me space.”

He listens obediently, distancing himself from you. “Tell me what’s going on baby.” You scoff, he hasn’t called you baby in months.

“Don’t call me that.” You look into his confused eyes, “I want to be my own person Bucky. I’m breaking up with you.”

He invades your personal space when you say that. Wrapping his arms around you, he forces his face into the crook of your neck, “You don’t mean that, I know you don’t mean it. What’s wrong baby, it’s okay.”

You wiggle free from his grasp, “Give it up Bucky, it’s really over.” He steps back, his shoulders are rigid, “Why are you doing this?” Your heart starts beating out of your chest, like it’s gasping for air, begging you to stop.

“I don’t love you anymore.” You can’t look him in the eyes and say that, because you know it’s not true. You know this is the only chance to say everything so you rephrase it, “Rather, I love myself more. It’s better this way.”

“Better for you, not me.” Bucky’s face is strained, he can’t look at you. “You and I both know things haven’t been the same in a while Bucky, don’t act surprised.” Bucky took his chance to scoff at you.

“I haven’t done anything different, no changes, so what changed you?” He drops himself down on the couch, holding his head in his hands. Guilt fills you, like this is all your fault and not shared blame.

“Everything Bucky.” You sit beside him, holding his hand. “I’m sorry, but this relationship isn’t fair to either of us anymore.”

Bucky raises his head to look at you, tears running down his face, “I love you, I can’t let you go.” Tears finally spring to your eyes, it feels like you’re making the biggest mistake of your life. “You have to.”

He grabs either side of your face, cupping your cheeks in his hands. “I’ll do anything, I’ll be anything you want me to be, just don’t do this.” Your heart breaks, but you have to do this for the both of you.

You pull his hands away, standing up in front of him. “You’ll be okay, I promise.” Bucky shakes his head, in complete disbelief of what’s happening. You make your way to the door, only looking back once your in the hallway, his flesh hand was wiping tears from his eyes as he sobbed. You close the door, shielding your eyes from the damage you caused.

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Pretty As A Picture - Chapter 2

Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: When Bucky fell from the train, their soulmate was told he was gone. When Steve Rogers disappeared into the ice, their soulmate was again told one her soulmates were gone. But she didn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. Committed to a mental health institute, she dies of a broken heart. That's at least what the hidden S.H.I.E.LD files say, but if that's the case than why is there a photo of her. A photo that shows her side by side two redhaired Avengers.

Chapter Summary: Bucky doesn't need to know how to print a photo, but he needs to know why his dead soulmate is in the one he's looking at.

Chapter Warning: Mentions of death, sad Bucky. Mentions of vomiting.

Bucky felt like his stomach was going to full out his ass. He slowly rose from picking up the photo, feeling like he’d met his stomach on the way back up.

“How?” He asked, voice breaking as he spoke.

“How what James?” Asked Wanda, brow furrowed as she picked up on his distress.

“How? The photo? How?”

“Wanda took the photo on her phone, it was then sent by a wireless connection to the printer. Would you like us to show you how it works?” replied Vision.

“It’s not that Vis, I don’t think? James?”

Bucky felt his confusion boil over into anger. Did the synthezoid really think he didn’t know how to print a picture? He’d lived in Wakanda, the most advanced country in the world for a year and these idiots think he can’t work a damn printer and a phone.

“Not the damn phone! The photo! How do you have a photo? A photo of her?!?” Bucky’s frustration aimed at Wanda. Vision not taking too kindly to his raised voice being aimed at Wanda, stepped towards him, placing himself slightly in front of her.

“Sergeant Barnes, I’m going to ask you to calm down.”

“Vis, it’s Ok.” She replied stepping around him “James, the photograph? She looks like someone you know?”

Wanda didn’t really need to ask. Bucky’s stoic behaviour usually caused him to block his emotions and feelings from Wanda reading him but now they were fully on show and streaming out of him. She couldn’t not see them. A reaction like this meant one thing. Soulmates.

Bucky nodded tears beginning to rundown his cheeks.

“How do you have this? How do you have her on a photo?”

“Her? Who do you think this is?” She asked pointing at the woman in the photo with herself and Nat.

“She's ours. She’s my soulmate. Our soulmate.” He answered.

Even with his super soldier hearing, so caught up in seeing his lost soulmate, Bucky was oblivious that the rest of the team were now standing behind him. Including Steve.

“What? Buck what are you talking about?” Asked Steve.

Bucky turned towards Steve his hand shaking as he passed him the photo.

“How is this possible? How?”

Natasha’s eyes caught a glimpse of the photo he was holding, discreetly side eyeing Wanda who nodded.

“Anyone want to bring me up to speed here?” asked Tony, trying to catch a glimpse of the photo. Bruce did the same, recognising all of the people pictured immediately.

“Well, that’s Natasha, that’s Wanda and that’s…..wait what’s going on? When did you meet her?” Bruce asked Steve.

“Okay, well I’m no more informed with Bruce’s explanation. Ladies want to enlighten us?”

Nobody answered as Steve headed towards Wanda, eyeing her stack her photos.

“Do you have more?”

Wanda nodded, flicking through the others and pulling out another picture. The same figure this time front and centre, holding a stick of candyfloss. Grinning like it’s the best thing in the world. Natasha is in the background with an expression that is very Natasha, slight smirk, slight eyebrow raise. Wanda thought it captured both your personalities perfectly.

“Here.” She passed the photo to Steve. He let out a choked sob, pushing the photo toward Bucky, rushing into the bathroom, the sound of heaving heard before the door closed.

Unable to hold his simmering emotions anymore, Bucky sank to the floor, clutching the photo and sobbed.

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Good morning and happy Valentine's Day!😘❤️

I hope the two super soldiers have already gotten up and starts preparing you a wonderful date :3

(And NO! I refuse the idea that they don't exist😤😤 They do! Just not in the same universe🤣 and we could occasionally visit their universe in our dreams🤣🤣

Hey, happy Valentine’s Day to you too!!🥺❤️

Yes of course the SuperSoldiers always prepare wonderful dates (yes, they totally exist and we can visit them😩)

What would contain a Valentine’s Day with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes;

Warinings: mentioned oral fr, mentioned creampie, oral mr, p in v, male masturbation, Stucky x Reader, threesome and otherwise a lot of fluff

You are woken with kisses all over your body and Bucky between your legs, while Steve lost in paper, rock, scissors because, yes, that’s how these grown ass men decide anything in life, with a game.

And Steve always loses, unknowingly choosing the same pattern every time. Bucky had noticed it before the war even started.

So now Steve had to make your favourite breakfast, listening to your moans and cries of pleasure, always screaming Buckys name out. To torture him (at least it felt like that) you’d often also say his name. Steve, god, wish you’d be here too. Bucky I think I’m-oh god, Bucky, yes-please- Fuck Steve, come here-fuck-

Steve nearly broke the plate when he put it on the counter, feeling as if all his blood rushed to his dick, completely making it unable to think straight.

But finally he finished the breakfast and it seemed like you and Bucky finished too. He’d hoped he’d be able to join at least for a few minutes, kiss his lovers and spend a lazy morning with you-but someone had to make breakfast to really spoil you today.

He grabbed a tray and walked into the bedroom.

You were laying on bucky’s sweaty chest, both of your breathings heavy. A beautiful pictures he’d love to draw sometime.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart-To you too, idiot”, he added, as Bucky opened his eyes. You grinned, pecking Bucky one more time on the cheek, before sitting up and waiting for the food-but then you grimaced slightly, as you felt Buckys cum leak out of your sensitive hole.

“Thank you, my favourite super Soldiers in the world”, you smiled, giving Bucky another kiss on the cheek, before looking up at Steve, who was still standing with the tray and only his boxershorts in front of you. You saw the outline of his hard cock straining the boxershorts, leaving a wet spot where his tip was behind. Grabbing the tray from Steve’s hands, you put it aside, crawling to the edge.

When the comforter fell from your body, a soft gasp escaped both men, as your whole body was revealed, covered in hickeys and soft bruises from their grips.

Steve watched as you slowly pulled down his boxershorts, revealing his hard cock, angry and neglected. You didn’t waste anytime, taking him in your mouth, swallowing around him. The bed dipped behind you and you felt two metal fingers pushing into your puffy pussy, making you moan around Steve’s length.

Bucky coated his fingers in your mixed releases, before holding his fingers out for Steve to taste. And boy did he taste them. You looked up when you heard Steve moan and suck around the metal digits. He looked down at you when you suckled at his leaking tip, before grabbing you hair and pulling you off of his dick. “Fuck I’ve listened to you two all morning, I can’t wait any second longer”, he mumbled, pushing you onto your back and spreading your legs.

A moan escaped his throat as he saw the amount of cum drenching your folds, leaking out of your sensitive hole. A chuckle escaped him when he noticed how your pussy started throbbing, pushing some of Bucky's cum out. Such a beautiful picture.

Steve coated his fingers with Buckys and your juices, before spreading it all over his cock. “Buck was gentle with you today, huh?” While you nodded he looked back to his boyfriend, who was already pumping his hard cock in one hand. “Yeah we wanted for you to have a quiet morning…just taking care of you, making love to you…but you wouldn’t be mad, if we change it a bit huh? Would you like for me to fuck you? Hard?”, he grinned, grinding his hard cock between your folds, bumping your clit with every movement.

Nodding you moaned both of their names, spreading your legs even further. Steve chuckled at your desperate moans.

He buried his cock with one hard thrust in your pussy, the squelching noise obscure as he started pounding into you, not giving you time to get used to it. They both knew you liked it that way. Always loving the slight burn.

Bucky was the first to shoot his load all over his chest, still watching as Steve was fucking into you. You were a moaning and shaking mess, letting Steve do the work with his hard thrusts and circling your clit with his fingers. Since you were already so sensitive it only took a couple more thirsts till you finally came, nearly screaming their names.

After Steve spilled his load into you, he slowly pulled out of you, falling onto the bed next to you.

Heavy breathing you all laid there, not saying anything. Bucky was the one to move first, grabbing something to wipe away the cum from his chest, before he once again cuddled against you.

“Steve?”, you whispered. “Yeah, sweetheart?” “I’m hungry”, he grinned slightly, kissing your forehead and sitting up. “Okay, but you have to sit and I’ll give you the plate-“ “no, feed me.” “Feed you? But-“ “You heard our girl. Feed her-and me too”, Bucky grinned, leaning his head on his arm. Steve rolled his eyes, but there was still a grin on his lips. He started cutting the food, before giving each of you some bites, also eating himself a bit.

After that you all took a shower-or well, showers, separately, because otherwise it might’ve ended once again in bed. Not that you minded-but you had other plans for today.

When you walked into the bedroom-already wearing your pretty outfit, you giggled, watching the men find something to wear that (from what you heard) complemented their eyes. These two.

“You both look good in everything you wear-but if you really want to complement your eyes you should wear the baby blue colour, Steve, and Bucky you could go with the green one, it always makes your eyes shine nicely”, you walked up to them giving them each a kiss on the lips, before grabbing your jacket.

You spend a beautiful day with your boys, filled with museums, food and a wonderful mood. Not even a single person came up to ask for a photo or autograph. It’s like everyone was busy with their own lives, or maybe loved ones. It was definitely a nice change from usually being overwhelmed with all the people around you.

Your boys bought you flowers at nearly every flower shop you walked by, in return you bought them snacks, especially sweets.

They both had a sweet tooth, especially Steve, Everyone thought he was the healthy one, always drinking the green smoothies around the team but at home? He’d eat a whole cake in one go if you’d let him unsupervised. You knew. Because it already happened twice.

Bucky loves to cook, so he usually prepares all meals, occasionally with your help, but normally he just enjoys it alone. Creating something good with his hands. That’s what he once told you, when you insisted you could do the cooking, especially since they often have to train a lot and are tired.

But Bucky really liked cooking. It helped him cope. And he was also phenomenal.

“It’s getting dark, we should go home”, you said, looking at the sky. Steve chuckled. “Don’t worry sweetheart, you don’t have to be scared”, “yeah, we’d protect you”, Bucky added, only making you laugh. “Oh trust me, I know it. But you two-especially you Steve-should get in trouble again. Especially not on Valentine’s Day”, you grinned, already knowing both men blushed, without needing to look up. “You’re right, we should go home soon. We wanted to watch a movie anyway.”

So with that you discussed which movie you’d watch, while walking back home-normally it would be Steve’s turn to pick a movie, but he asked you to pick something for today, since it was a special day. Once again you felt your heart swell at how sweet you boys were.

Walking into your apartment you took off your shoes and jacket, going straight for the couch. “Buck, can you make popcorn? Steve always burns it”, you said, turning on the TV. “Yeah, doll. Steve, grab some beers and you can sit down, I’ll take care of the snacks”, you heard them talking for a while, before Steve came back, his lips rosy from being kissed. A smile spread over your lips, while you pulled him closer to you.

“Maybe we could watch a Rom-com? There’s this movie called ‘isn’t it romantic’, it’s kinda funny…”, Steve nodded, putting his arm around you. “Whatever you want baby, let’s wait for buck and then you can turn it on.”

Only a few minutes later bucky came back and sat down on the other side from you, leaning against you, till he was nearly laying on you. Grinning, you started brushing his hair with your free hand. “I love you both”, you whispered, giving them each a kiss. Having these two around was amazing. Every day felt like Valentine's Day with them. They were always sweet and attentive, surprising you with flowers or small gifts for no reason. Steve with his drawing and you with new baked goods, whenever he wanted to try out a new receipt. You couldn’t have imagined better partners than these two super soldiers. They listened and they cared. Not only about you, but also each other.

At first they had been a bit unsure about showing their affection for each other in front of you, but you assured them you wanted to see it. You wanted them to be happy. After that they kissed more often in front of you, hugged more, touched or just looked at each other with so much love, you felt it yourself. It was beautiful. They could finally be together, after so many years…so many ups and downs…

Some people didn’t understand your relationship. Three people in one relationship? Yeah, many thought it was weird and that it probably didn’t work…but it did. It was perfect like that.

“We love you too. So much…”

Happy Valentine’s Day!!!

I Hope you enjoyed reading this short one shot<3

Please leave some feedback and don’t forget to reblog!❤️

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Sit Still (Look Pretty), Part 2

Pairing: Nomad Steve x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Mutual voyeurism, Oral, fingering, fem receiving. PIV, unprotected. Cursing. Mild age gap. Reader is mid 20s and Nomad Steve is mid 30s. Part 2 of ?, I don't know how long this will take to wrap up. PWP.

Summary: AU where Steve was born in modern times but still received a serum in the army to make him a super soldier. He's moved in next door and has noticed you watching him. He's done watching today.

Word Count: 3,668k

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A/N: I don't know what it is about Nomad Steve. Once I start typing, I just keep going. So enjoy my brainrot. LOL. Apologies if I miss any warnings. All mistakes are mine. While likes are awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to help writers!

You lazily swam on your back in your backyard pool, your hands gliding through the cool water. The sun beat down unbearably. Any part of you not in the water was currently frying. Still, you swam, enjoying any kind of relief and any excuse to be outside.

It had been a few days since you spoke to Steve, the military neighbor. You were too nervous to try on clothes in the window. Before, it had been a naughty secret. It was okay to be half nude in the comfort of your room when no one could see you. But knowing that he had…well, you were pretty sure he saw your boobs and you weren’t sure how you felt about it.

On the one hand, it was hot as hell. Especially if he liked what he saw. On the other hand, you didn’t know this man or what he was about. He could be a creep. Yet, somehow you didn’t think so. Your gut told you that he was a decent man. But again, you didn’t know that. It could be wishful thinking.

However, you missed it. You missed thinking he was right across from you, itching for a view of your curves. You took a deep breath and submerged yourself in the icy water. This pathetic little game had to end. Before long, you would be too delusional to recognize reality from fantasy. 

Your head broke the surface and you wiped water from your eyes. The water made your skimpy swimsuit bubble around you. You smoothed it down and turned your face up to the sun. The dual sensation of heat and cold was just perfect enough to not be annoying. 

You cracked open an eye and stared directly at Steve’s window. He was standing at it, on his phone. He wore a white tank top and sweats and was on the phone. He stared at you with a slight smile. 

You stood transfixed, rooted in the pool. Water flowed around you and the slight current rocked you, but you might as well have been a statue. His mouth moved but of course, you didn’t know what he was saying. 

He gave you a small wave with his free hand. You waved back. It had to be illegal to look that good in casual wear. Surely, there was a law against being that hot. It was a hazard. It’d cause traffic accidents or cause people to spontaneously combust. Something. Surely. 

You lowered into the water until only your neck and head were out of the water. Steve watched you do it but then shook his head. He nodded his head, indicating that you should stand back up. 

You cocked your head. He wasn’t the boss of you. You stayed under the water and walked backwards, letting the water rush over your overheated skin. Steve nodded his head again and you shook yours. 

You smiled and blew him a kiss. He smirked and put his hand in his pocket. For a moment, he was content to watch you swim. It was thrilling having someone watch you. You could almost picture his eyes roving over you. 

When you stopped to look at him, he was no longer at the window. You stood up and pouted. Damn. Was he even watching you? 

You chuckled to yourself. This was absurd. You climbed out of the pool, pulling yourself up by the metal ladder that burned your hand. You idly rubbed it as you walked over to the lounger where your towel was. 

You dried yourself off. You placed one leg on the lounger and wiped down the runaway droplets. Your eyes flicked to his window, because you couldn’t help it. You somehow craved his attention despite not knowing anything about him. 

He stood there once more, still on the phone. He smirked as he caught your eye. He nodded towards you, lifting his hand as if to tell you to keep going. So you did. You dried off as slowly as possible, keeping your eyes trained on him. 

He ran his tongue across his bottom lip and you wondered what he tasted like. Out of places to dry, you focused on wringing the excess water from your braids. Those took the longest to dry, but it was okay, you’d wash it later and dry it while watching something mindless on TV. 

Steve crooked his finger at you. You bit your lip. You pointed towards his front door and he nodded. He wanted you to go over there. To his house. In broad daylight. 

You huffed. This was crazy. Steve crooked his finger again and disappeared from the window. He couldn’t be serious. 

Everything inside of you screamed not to go over some strange man’s house. But you slipped your feet into your slides and found yourself walking towards the fence around your yard. You wrapped the towel around yourself as you left through the side gate and crossed the grass towards his front door. 

You rang the doorbell and a second later, he was there opening the door. He looked you up and down before stepping aside and letting you in. 

Nervous laughter bubbled in your gut but you stamped it down. He closed the door and locked it, sealing you inside. 

“Yes, I agree with that, General,” Steve said. The phone was pressed to his ear so you couldn’t hear the other side of it. Steve walked forward, grabbed your hand, and tugged you deeper into his house.

He had just moved in, but already his things had been more than half way unpacked. Empty boxes sat near the front door while his furniture was neatly arranged, a bookshelf filled with books, and dishware left out on the table. 

He tugged you upstairs and you briefly wondered about all the water you were dripping on his hardwood floor. You winced. His hand was cool to the touch. Air conditioning blasted through the entire house. 

He pulled you into an office. It was creepy how these houses were so similar. His office was where your room would be in your house. 

Once inside, he put the call on speaker and mute. “You are in big trouble,” he said.

You smiled. “Hello to you too, neighbor,” you said. 

He smiled back. He had such a boyish smile that was at odds to the man you created in your head. His beard was neat and trimmed making him appear more mature and distinguished. 

“Now why would I be in trouble?” You asked. 

He shrugged. “You get me used to your shows every day and then just stop?” He asked.

You gasped and then you giggled. “Well, a girl kind of needs feedback. I can’t tell if you’re looking or not,” you said. 

“I’m definitely looking. And I have no notes. You are gorgeous,” he said. 

You roll your eyes. “That doesn’t exactly help.”

He stalked forward, using his height as an advantage over you. You craned your neck to look into his eyes. 

“The shows continue,” he said. His voice made you shiver. It wasn’t incredibly deep, but it did have a rattle in the back of his throat that made you long to hear it again. 

“Or what?” You challenged.

He rocked back on his heels with a smirk. “Oh, it’s like that?” He asked. 

Before you could tell him about himself, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his desk. There were still boxes thrown about as he was getting set up. But his desk was clear except for a few notebooks and a pen. 

He picked you up and you yelped. As a big girl, you didn’t get picked up often. It was jarring. One minute you were safe and planted on the ground and in the next, you were lifted up without a grunt. You slapped at his thick arms until you were sitting on his desk.

“My towel is wet-”

“Pull down your bottoms,” he said. 

You gaped at him. He placed his phone on his desk. There was a man still talking but you didn’t care what he was saying. Your eyes were fixed on Steve. 

“You can say no at any time. You can walk out right now. But I don’t think you will.” He reached out and pushed your arms down. Then, he unwrapped your towel and let it fall around your waist.

“Why’s that?” 

“You’re still sitting here. And I think you like being told what to do,” he said. He stroked your cheek. He smelled earthy, like mountain air. 

“No one likes being told what to do. Least of all me,” you said. 

“You’re used to getting what you want, aren’t you? Big fancy house like yours, parents are well to do. Bet you hardly heard the word ‘no’ growing up. Am I right?” 

“Maybe I earned everything I have. Good grades, stayed out of trouble…?” 

“Ahh, the resident good girl who never did anything bad. Right?”

Your stomach flipped when he said good girl. You pursed your lips to keep from looking at that too closely.

“I wasn’t some goody two-shoes, okay? I’ve done plenty of things.” 

“Yeah? Prove it. Bottoms. Off.” He stared you down. 

What’s worse was that the longer he stared, the more you felt compelled to comply. You hooked your thumbs under your swim bottoms and pulled them down. You leaned up to pull them under your ass and down your legs. It dangled off of one foot until you popped your foot and it fell to the ground with a wet slap. 

“Open up for me,” he said. His voice grew huskier, his dark blue eyes never leaving your face. 

You opened your legs until you were completely bare to him. He took his time looking you over. His eyes studied your body. He looked at the bikini top covering your boobs, your tummy with stretch marks, your thick thighs, and finally the hair at the center of you. 

“Gorgeous,” he said. 

The general on the phone called Steve’s name. He unmuted the phone. “Yes, I’m still here General. I just don’t see why we’re taking this guy seriously. I mean, he calls himself Ultron. If that doesn’t scream idiot, I don’t know what does,” he said. That caused a few people to laugh over the phone. 

He placed the phone back on mute. “I want to keep this phone off mute. But that means you gotta stay quiet for me, sweetheart,” he said.

“You’re joking,” you said. The cold air and your wet skin made you shiver. But so did the hungry look in his eyes. He couldn’t be serious. 

“You’re going to stay quiet. You’re going to be good for me. And you’ll get a reward later,” he said. 

You opened your mouth to protest but he silenced you with a quick, harsh kiss. He was not gentle at all as he took possession of your mouth. His beard was surprisingly smooth and silky against your skin. His breath was faintly minty. He pulled away and you chased his mouth, wanting more. 

He put a finger to his lips, telling you to be quiet. He unmuted his phone and sat down in his chair. He rolled forward until he was eye level with your pussy. 

You gasped already. While he was on the phone? 

His eyes snapped to yours with a silent warning. And that was the only warning you got. He dived in between your legs, his mouth latching on to your clit with an accuracy you’ve never experienced. You usually had to wiggle or grab a guy’s head to move him where you needed him.

That was beyond unnecessary for Steve. His tongue delved into your folds and licked and sucked on your clit. You bit your lip, hard, trying not to moan or gasp or yell or anything else you needed to do. 

His hands snaked under your legs and pulled them open wider. You started to shift. He felt too damn good. He tightened his hold on you and continued to suckle and tease. You could feel your arousal leaking from you and onto the towel. 

You panted, your eyes rolling back into your skull. Your tummy tightened, trying to stave off an orgasm. You never wanted him to stop. You dug your fingers into his hair and scratched at his scalp.

“Captain?” 

Steve placed a sloppy, wet kiss to your thigh. Your juices dripped down his beard and you whined a bit. He gave you an annoyed look. “Sorry about that, General. I understand the assessment of the situation, but it’s my professional opinion that this Ultron guy is no more than a kid trying to rule an anthill. Sokovia is a backwater country that’s constantly under new management,” he said. 

Steve nipped at your leg and you jerked. “Not a sound,” he mouthed before his lips returned to your pussy.

You leaned back on your elbows and threw your head back. There was no way you could stay quiet. Pleasure rippled through you and your legs became uncontrollable. He leaned down further and lapped at your pussy and you gasped anyway. He stopped and leveled you with a deadly stare.

He glanced at the phone but the general or whoever else was on the phone were busy arguing over something to do with a strike team. 

“Sorry,” you mouthed. 

He returned to licking you, but went far slower. You struggled to not make a sound. Your orgasm steadily built back up. Oh, this man was dangerous. He played you like a damn fiddle. He licked one slow line from your clit to your pussy and then back again. He placed his whole mouth on your clit and sucked.

Your orgasm rushed through you causing you to spasm out on his desk. You bucked and writhed so badly, he stood up and held you down, placing his hand over your mouth. 

“If he had a weapon large enough to decimate Sokovia, I’ll chew a brick,” Steve said to the phone and the general laughed. 

On the way down from your climax, Steve stared at all the faces you made. You probably looked like a hot mess. But he was focused. He smirked. You got back onto your elbows to support your weight. You scooted forward, ready to return the favor, but he stood in between your legs and trapped you in place.

You nodded your head to him. He licked his lips and then wiped his wet beard on his arm. Your cheeks flamed thinking that all of that came from you. 

He leaned down and planted sloppy, wet kisses on you. You smelled and tasted yourself on his tongue and it made you whimper. He bit your lip as a reminder to shut the hell up. You were so turned on, you couldn’t think straight.

None of your past sexual encounters had been like this. The guys you had been with were nice, good in bed, but it was nothing to write home about. It was nothing to write songs over or stay up until 4am reliving the memory. But this. This was enough to get addicted to. You felt empty. You ached. You yearned to have him inside you. 

His hands roved over you, from your shoulders to your arms, to your legs and thighs. He nipped at your jaw and neck. Then his fingers slid up your thigh until disappearing inside of you. You breathed heavily, the sound exceptionally loud in the quiet room. 

“Breathe,” he whispered in your ear. 

You slowed your breaths but he kept up his delicious assault. He added a second finger and your mouth opened. “You can take more than that,” he whispered. 

He added a third finger. He kept up a relentless pace, driving his fingers in to the knuckle and then back out. His thumb circled your clit and you nearly jumped off of the desk. 

He picked up the phone with his free hand and rejoined the conversation. You weren’t paying attention. You were too busy holding on for dear life. Pressure built and your pussy squeezed his fingers. 

He drove your pleasure higher and higher, this second climax hitting you faster than the first. 

He took his fingers out and shoved them into your mouth. His fingers were coated in your arousal and you sucked on it as you rode out your orgasm.

“I think the man we should be focusing on is Zemo. Now, he’s a nasty guy,” Steve said into the phone. He watched you again, watched as you came apart under his hands. You were hungry for his fingers, coated in the evidence of how insane he made you. 

You moaned softly around his fingers as you settled down. You had no idea how you were going to suck him off after that. But fuck, you wanted to try. He withdrew his fingers and you licked your lips. 

You wanted to taste him. You wanted to see him. His sweatpants were tented with a large dick print. You leaned forward, hands outstretched, but he grabbed your wrists in one hand and pinned them to your side. 

Your eyes were glazed over, but you managed to focus on him long enough to see him smirk. He continued to talk for a moment so you were content to look at him.

He was, without a doubt, the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. His hair was brushed away from his face. He had a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead. He talked with his whole face, his expressions were fluid as he talked. 

He placed the phone down and grabbed your chin.

“Still with me, sweetheart?” He asked.

“Yes,” you whispered. 

“Good, I’m not done with you. You’ve been such a good girl for me,” he said.

You wailed briefly, before he narrowed his eyes at you. What the hell else was there?!

He crowded your space again, stepping in close between your legs. He pulled down your bikini top, exposing your breasts. He kissed your chest, then licked it. He kissed his way to your nipple before teasing it in between his teeth. 

Oh, you wanted to cry out so badly. You wanted to shout from the rooftop. You felt so damn dirty and naughty being used like this. He could do whatever he wanted with you. And no one knew you were there. 

Could you even tell your friends about this? Did you even have the words to describe something this magical? Your friends probably wouldn’t believe you. 

Rolling your nipple around his mouth, he pulled down his sweats. You couldn’t look. The only thing you could do was feel. 

He dragged the tip of his dick up and down your folds, getting it nice and wet before he pushed in.

“F–” 

He kissed whatever you were about to say. He was huge. He took his time pushing into you, getting you acclimated for his size. He wasn’t even halfway in and he was still going. He pulled out and then pushed back in, going deeper with each stroke. 

When he bottomed out, he stayed there for a moment, letting you adjust. Your eyes snapped to his and he had a patient smile on his face. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. So, so good,” he whispered in your ear. 

You bit his chest. You wanted to make a sound. You wanted to cry out. He had to know what he was doing to you. You were driven mad with the need to let it all out. 

“Yes, General. We have intel that Zemo is the real threat. Not some megalomaniac with a Pinnochio obsession,” Steve said. 

Steve pulled out and then slid back in. He did it a few more times to make sure that you could take him. Then, he let loose. He pounded into you.

You dug your nails into his shoulders and just held on as best as you could. “That’s it, sweetheart. You take me so well,” he whispered. 

Your head lolled back. It was too much. You were still sensitive from your earlier orgasms, so on every slide in, he grazed your clit and it made your head go numb with pleasure. You wouldn’t survive another orgasm. You bucked against him, pushed against him. He had to slow down or something.

“No, sweetheart. You can take me. I believe in you. Look how well you’re doing already.” His voice was like a light in the storm. 

You weakly pounded on his chest as he lifted one of your legs and he drove deeper still. “That’s my good girl. You take all of me,” he said. 

“I’m going to cum in this tight, little pussy. You want that, sweetheart?” 

You nodded. Hell yeah you wanted it. You didn’t think you were one for a creampie. Especially considering that he wasn’t wearing a condom. But fuck it. You were ready for anything he gave you. 

He sped up and dug his thumb into your mouth. You sucked on his finger. He clenched his jaw, trying not to make a sound either. The generals on the phone continued to drone on and on. 

He took his thumb out of your mouth and circled it around your clit. You came, hard. Your back lifted off of his desk and he leaned forward to push you back down with his body weight. You clenched painfully around his dick and he exploded. 

He shot thick, warm ropes of cum into your pussy. Jets of it painted your insides. You both tried to quietly pant and huff. He kissed you as you came down, his tongue moving over your lips. You kissed him back, bringing your hands to play in his silky hair. 

“Yes, General. I will send you more intel on Zemo. Let’s schedule something soon to discuss more about Ultron and their demands,” he said.

He hung up the phone. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re mine now.”

You finally moaned and flopped back onto his desk.

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OMG OMG OMG if we get the bathroom scene for RH3 can we pleaaaaaase also get the following mall scene in Steve's pov too!!! 🙏🙏🙏 It's so sad but I am invested in finding out what is going through Steve's mind when he hears the gunshot!!!

whew, i wrote this in one sitting and relived jack's fate. no... no i am not okay

RAINING HELLFIRE (READER'S VERSION)

Word Count: 1751

Warnings: death, guns, very sad things my friends

Set in RH3: Chapter 12: Uncle Jack

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Summary: The Scoops Troop are backed into a corner and Steve doesn't think there could be anything worse... until you're facing danger he can't protect you from.

[A/N: I threw in a little flashback because I didn't feel like I gave enough in this pov, so I hope you all enjoy or, at least, are okay with it]

RH3: THE GUNSHOT

We’re all going to die.

Is all that runs through Steve’s mind as he slips behind the counter. Robin, Dustin, and Erica, are right beside him, all panting heavy breaths as they sense the Russians creeping closer and closer.

Steve squeezes his eyes shut, lips tight. They wouldn’t be in this mess if he had just listened to them and gotten out when they had the chance. But he wanted to find you, to make sure you were okay.

“No!”

Someone yells out behind them and they turn to eachother with wide eyes. They didn’t sound Russian.

Steve slowly turns on his sneakers, still crouched down behind their last-minute hiding place. It wasn’t very effective considering their attackers saw them jump behind it. He’s about to poke his head up when Erica shakes her head violently, a stern look on her face. She was holding a lot of attitude for a ten year old.

So he looks to Dustin and Robin, both of their faces distraught with fear. And he decides not to risk it.

“Found you, American.”

They all freeze, eyes wide. The voice was too far away to be talking to them. Which only meant…

Four heads poke up from behind the counter almost immediately, searching. It was too late for them anyway, the plastic barrier not providing much comfort in an escape.

Steve’s eyes sweep the floor of Russian soldiers before his breath hitches, finding a pair of eyes lock with his. The eyes that always made an array of butterflies swim around, his heart beat deliciously faster. Your eyes.

And in front of you, a man with a ponytail is pointing a gun directly at your chest.

No, no, no, no, no. His mind repeated the same word over and over. He was prepared to jump over the counter, run to you. Scream, yell, do anything that might distract the man’s attention. Take the bullet if he had to.

And then he’s suddenly being tugged back down, a grip on his shirt that brought him to the floor, Dustin’s wide eyes staring down at him.

“What are you doing?!” Steve hisses quietly, already trying to scramble to his feet. Not without the strain of fighting of his friend with freakish strength.

“They’re already coming for us!” Dustin hisses back, shaking his head. “You’re gonna get killed!”

“I need to get to her.” Steve pants, hands already gripping the edge of the counter, ready to run.

“Steve.” Robin insists, wide eyed.

“No, I need to-”

And then the gunshot rings out.

And his heart drops fifty feet below.

There was a rush of noises behind them, some loud crash that had their hands flying to cover their ears, a loud scraping noise like metal against concrete.

Once it stopped, they slowly lower their arms and sit in silent shock.

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO.

The silent screaming inside his head was endless. Steve doesn’t think he can move. It’s like this plastic counter was the only thing keeping him from reality. Like that thing Dustin always rambled about, the cat in the box. If he didn’t look, if he didn’t remove that blockade of thick plastic, then you weren’t dead. But you weren’t alive either.

Dustin’s eyes were already filled with tears and he realises he has to break his shield.

“Stay with Erica.” Steve says, placing a hand on his shoulder and standing on shaky legs. He turns around.

The place you once stood was no longer visible to him. There was a wreckage, a car laying on its side while a rubble of shop memorabilia lay scattered around it. Any remains of Russian soldiers were lifeless or non-existent. But his last worry was figuring out how the car ended up there.

Steve heard someone screaming and a chill ran down his spine. They were your screams.

His sneakers squeak harshly against the once polished floors, taking off like he was running track at full speed towards the wreckage.

He doesn’t start breathing until he sees you, very much alive. His heart is jumping at the sight, a silent relief washing over him.

But you’re crouched on the floor, tears streaming down your face with an agonising expression he’s never seen before. And that’s when he sees the body laying at your feet. He can tell by your cries alone that it’s exactly who he thinks it is.

The squeak of Robin’s shoes join him merely a second later, a gasp leaving his friend’s mouth as she sees you, covering her mouth.

Steve wanted to revel in the relief that you weren’t dead. But Jack was.

He remembers the first time he met him, way back in freshman year. You had been nervous, trying to find an excuse to study at his house instead. But Steve wanted to know you better, and he figured the best place to start was your house. Jack hadn’t showed up until later, looking very confused at the sight of a boy stood in your kitchen. He didn’t say much to him, a simple hello, a snide comment on the ‘Harrington boys’ but ultimately grabbing a beer and slinking off to his armchair in the living room. Your face had said it all, and Steve didn’t ever pressure you like that again.

Then there was that night. The one you don’t remember. How could you? You didn’t even know it had happened.

Sophmore year, and Steve had lost himself. It had tore you both apart by the end, Tommy and Carol attacking you with words Steve hadn’t bothered listening to. He had done that a lot, ignoring what his new ‘friendship’ were doing to you because it wasn’t affecting him. But as soon as you stopped showing up at his table, as soon as he heard nothing from you for days, he knew he had to do something. And so he did.

One night, he went to your house and looked for your window, hoping and praying that you’d talk to him. But before he could even find a safe way to climb up, the front door had opened and out stepped Jack, looking surprised.

“Sir.” Steve greets quickly, suddenly forgetting how he usually stood. He hadn’t expected to be caught.

“I don’t think you should be here, son.” Jack warns, not with a menacing tone but with enough authority to have Steve feel intimidated.

“I just need to talk to Y/n-”

Jack’s sigh cuts him off. The man closes the door gently and makes his way off the porch to stand in front of him, hands shoved into his coat pockets. Maybe he was off to work? You had mentioned before that he was taking shifts at the factory.

“Have you been talking lately?” He asks and Steve blinks. He was expecting something a little different than a conversation.

“Uh…” He frowns, shaking his head. “No, not really.”

“Was that her decision?” Jack questions further and Steve isn’t sure how to respond. But he doesn’t have to. “You need to leave.”

Steve’s eyes widen. “But-”

“If she doesn’t want to talk to you, then she doesn’t want to talk to you.” He says so matter of factly, Steve scoffs.

“How would you know?” He mutters before his breath hitches, looking back up in a panic. “I didn’t mean-”

“Just because I’m not there doesn’t mean I don’t know stuff.” Jack squints his eyes. “She is capable of making her own decisions when it comes to her life. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you ain’t been coming around here lately.”

“I just need to know what I did wrong.” Steve pleads, changing his tactic. But Jack’s expression doesn’t budge.

He simply shakes his head, walking around him. “You know. But until you’ve accepted what you did or what you’re doing, she won’t talk to you. Trust me, son.”

And then he leaves him stood there just like that, climbing into his truck and turning on the engine. But he doesn’t drive away. Steve knows he’s watching.

And he can’t explain it, but Jack’s words didn’t feel like a warning but instead advice. So, Steve turns around and heads back down the street, trying not to glance back at your window.

Jack’s truck only passes him by when he’s already turning off Maple Street, content in knowing Steve hadn’t gone back and forced you into a conversation you clearly didn’t want to have.

Even when you had thought Jack didn’t care, Steve had seen it all along. And he had helped him. That talk lingered in the back of his mind for a while, even more so whenever you were around him.

He had felt so proud showing Jack the man he had become after that night. When you and he were starting to become the best friends you once were again, and he joined you for dinners at your house, and he watched Jack gift you your first car�� all of that made him feel safe. Made him feel like maybe, just maybe, he had someone to look up to. And his heart was happy knowing that you had someone you could trust, that loved you.

And now you were crying on the floor, sobbing into the chest of a lifeless ghost that once used to be your father.

Once Steve snaps out of his shock, he’s running to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Y/n...”

He tries to pull you away from Jack’s body, but you fight back, trying to push him away. But he won’t let go. He knows he never could.

Your shoves turn into measly fists against his chest, the fight leaving you as quickly as it came. You bury your face into his chest, sobbing in his arms, and he feels his heart shatter against your broken frame.

“I’ve got you.” He whispered, his arms never loosening their hold on you as you cried, stroking your hair.

As you cried, his eyes squeezed shut, the sound alone too much for his soul to bear. He never wanted to hear it again, but he would be there if need be.

Jack took a bullet for you, and he died saving someone he loved. Steve hated seeing you in so much pain, a vow to himself that he’d never make you feel that way again. But in the end, it was hopeless.

He would take a thousand bullets if it meant you could live. Because there wasn’t really a life for him if you weren’t in it.

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