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all1e23 · 2 years

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Bad Habit [Pt.2]

Pairings: Biker!Steve x Reader

Series warnings: Drug use. Violence. Smut so 18+ please and thank – No smut this chapter. Sorry to disappoint

A/N: I’m doing my best to get my wips finished by the end of the year so fingers crossed I actually do so.--- LOL guys I wrote that last year. I guess here is part 2. Enjoy? Un-beta’d just as a warning for lots of typos.

***My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission. Reblogs are my jam, though! Thanks!****

You hadn’t expected to be nervous about your date with Steve. Friends date. It wasn’t a real date. You made it clear you didn’t want a relationship. All you could offer him was friends with benefits. There was no point in trying for a real relationship. You were far from okay after your last break-up and the idea of letting in someone like him wasn’t an option. Sure, he may not be as ruthless, as cutthroat and vicious, as some of the other club members you’ve met but, he was still the president of a biker gang. You could hear Natasha’s voice in your head, reminding you that they were a club and not a gang. You’ve heard that excuse a few times. It was always bullshit.

Club or gang. President or member. Real or faking it. It really didn’t matter. They were all the same in the end.

Your phone pinged from your pocket and the butterflies in your stomach told you it was Steve before you ever looked at it. It wasn’t anything special. He was excited to see you. If anyone was around to see the size of your grin you would have been embarrassed.

Fuck. He make it so hard to remember the whole friends thing was your idea. You didn’t want to admit how much you liked him. He was sweet and surprisingly funny. He spoke about the world in an idealistic way that made your heart ache in the best damn way. It wasn’t as though he was a dreamer. He truly believed that the world should be that way and when it wasn’t he took steps to make it that way. Even if they were small steps. You liked that. You also liked the way he looked at you. He looked at you like you were something special and for a minute he actually had you believing he wasn’t going to break your heart the first chance he got.

Thankfully, your common sense and self-preservation came back before the handsome asshole showed up in your driveway.

“Hey, Firecracker,” he greeted with a crooked smile and your stomach flipped from just the tiny curl of his lip.

On second thought, you were so fucked.

You pulled the helmet from his hand and swung your leg over the back of his back, slipping it over your head. “Don’t look so pleased with yourself. Yeah, yeah, you’re beautiful. Cocky jerk,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek. The rumbling laugh that fell from his lips did something to you you didn’t want to examine in the moment so you pushed it down and told yourself it was a moment of insanity. On your part or his you couldn’t be sure just yet.

Thankfully riding on the bike gave you the quiet to get your head clear. There was no chance of him whispering some charming line that made you forget all the reasons why falling for him was a bad idea. You sunk against his back and let your chin rest on his shoulder, resisting the urge to nuzzle your face against his neck. He was annoying how easy it felt to give into him. Steve’s hand dropped down to your shin and his thumb rubbed back and forth, catching your smile in the side mirror and you playfully rolled your eyes when you saw him watching you and stuck out your tongue. He laughed and squeezed your leg, leaving his hand there until he was forced to move it on the next turn. So you liked when he touched you. Big deal. Who didn’t like when a gorgeous man touched them? It didn’t mean whatever the hell he thought it meant.

By the time the bike came to a stop you were warm and fuzzy from more than just the sunshine. The fuzzy feeling quickly faded as a frown tugged at her lips. He took you to the lake? This wasn’t what you were expecting. It was a public park with a well known, very popular lake taking up most of the middle. You’ve run around it several times and have seen plenty of couples having picnics and families bringing their kids to play. You just hadn’t expected Steve to bring you here for your date. Friend date. You took the hand Steve held out for your and swung your leg over the bike, your boots kicking tiny bits of gravel out from under you. What was he trying to pull by bringing you here?

Steve was quiet as he laid the blanket he brought out onto the grass a few feet away from his bike and you were grateful. You needed a second to breathe and understand what was expected of you. A dinner you could handle. There was a start and end time. Bathrooms to escape to and waiters to interrupt. You could stuff your mouth with bread when he asked something a a little too personal. So, you could still do that but it would be less acceptable without a basket of complimentary bread between you. He dropped to his knees and looked up at you, an expect look on his face and your mouth went dry at the sight.

If you hadn’t been so confused you would have combusted right then and there. You took his hand and sat down on the blanket next to him, glancing over everything he brought. Natasha obviously helped him pick out things you would like and you weren’t sure what to make of that either.

“Why do you have that look on your face? Like you’re debating whether or not you’re going to punch me.” The question in Steve’s voice caught your attention and you realized you were frowning as you took in your surroundings.

“I wasn’t expecting this,” you murmured, quiet and unsure. You didn’t know how to react to something like this. It wasn’t something you were used to. Steve, quite adorably, tilted his head to the side and asked, “What were you expecting?”

“I don’t know,” you muttered thoughtfully. What had you expected from him? “You trying to win me over or something. Taking me some place you couldn't afford just to prove that you could. Showing off your position within the club and the city by getting us in somewhere fancy. Letting me know just how important and powerful you are in the community.”

Steve brushed his hair out of his face but his bangs flopped back in front of his face and your heart ached at the sight. It begged you to kiss him. Just once. One little taste of his lips to satisfy the hunger he brought out in you. He looked so gorgeous and maybe a little shy, unsure of how to respond to your assumption of him. There was a frown sitting on his face that didn’t look like it quite belonged there and the urge kiss away his worries was hard to resist.

“You’ve dated some real assholes I take it,” he finally said, watching you closely and you had to look away from him. He was good at knowing what was written on your heart before you were ready for him to read it.

“You could say that,” you muttered purposely quietly.

“I’m not really into the whole powerplay thing.”

He propped himself up on his left elbow and popped a blueberry into the air, catching it in his mouth with little effort. For a split second you wondered how sweet his kiss would be with the taste of berries on his tongue. He smirked as if he could read your thoughts and you quickly looked away, grabbing one of the small sandwiches he prepared to help distract yourself from thoughts of how soft his lips felt against your skin.

"What things are you into?" you inquired, hoping to avoid anymore distracting thoughts. That had to be a safe subject, didn’t it? It would likely be something along the lines of working on his bike or hanging at the bar with Bucky. There was the high chance it would have something to do with the club and that would be enough to remind her why she should stay away from him.

"Art mostly. I like to draw. Charcoal. Paint on occasion,” he responded causally, so casually you nearly dropped the sandwich in your hand and Steve chuckled a little. "What? Wasn't expecting that either?"

"No. No I wasn't,” your voice was surprisingly soft and you picked at the sleeve of your sweater, forgetting the food all together. Maybe this was a bad idea. You liked him more than you wanted to admit from that first night and now you were only digging yourself into a hole you wouldn’t be able to escape from.

"Hey,” Steve whispered as he nudged your knee gently with his elbow and you looked up to see worry etched over his face. “You okay? Did I say something wrong? We can go somewhere else if you want. I thought you’d like this. You didn't seem like the kind of woman to like-" your lips cut him off before he could finish and he moaned into your mouth. How could you not kiss him? He cared. You realized that shouldn’t be something rare and enticing but you’ve dated enough to know it was.

Despite initiating the kiss you quickly lost control. Steve devoured every piece of you when he kissed you. You’ve never been kissed like this before. In a way that consumed all of you. It left you wanting, desperate for more and that wasn’t a good thing. If you were thinking rationally you would have shoved him away the second the thought popped into your head but you were too focused on the way his hands felt pressing into your back. Your hand twisted around the fabric of his shirt as he pulled you onto his lap, taking advantage of the tiny gasp that left you and slipping his tongue past your lips.

Things were moving too far, too fast and you needed to pull back before you completely lost yourself in his touch. You broke the kiss, slowly pulling away despite the way he chased after your lips. Your hands framed the sides of his face and he stopped moving, giving you the a shy grin as he leaned back on his hands to give you space.

"You think you know me so well already, Charming?" you teased but Steve shook his head, something you couldn’t read flickering through his eyes and he whispered back, "No. Only an idiot would assume you were easy to figure out. Gonna take more than one night for you let me behind those high walls. I'm willing to wait you out, firecracker."

Your stomach did a full on flip. Part of you wish he wouldn’t say things like that. You didn’t want to fall for him but you couldn’t help it when he was smiling at you the way he was. You grinned and pulled him in by his shirt so you were nose to nose, whispering against his lips, “Take me back to your place. We did the friends part, I think we’ve earned some benefits.”

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You settled in the crook of his arm and stared up at the dark wood ceiling How you kept ending up in this dirty ass clubhouse, in this man’s bed you had no idea but you were starting to like the way it felt to wake up next to him. “You good? You’re okay?” Steve checked in again. He was constantly checking in and making sure you were okay. He did that after your one-night stand. He wanted to make sure he hadn’t gone too far and that you were both on the same page now that your hormones were no longer driving the moment. You liked that. You wiggled against him and nodded, assuring him for the hundredth time you were fine, squealing when he nibbled on your shoulder and neck. You playfully shoved at his face and he nipped at your palm, making you pull back with a playful yelp.

"Quit being weird,” you whined through your laughter. “Talk to me. Tell me something about you that no one else knows.”

“What do you want to know?”

You rolled over onto your stomach, laying half on him and half off because you couldn’t bare the thought of losing his touch at the moment. He scrunched his nose at you and you leaned in to bump your noses together but Steve had other ideas, tilting his chin at the last moments and catching your lips instead. His arms tightened around you and pulled you fully on top of him, his tongue slipping past your trembling lips. As easy as it was to let yourself get distracted his lips and his hands, if this was going to ever be anything you needed to know more about each other and he wasn’t going to distract you with sex again.

“Don’t distract me with your perfect lips,” you whispered breathlessly and he chuckled, asking again what you wanted to know. “Why did you go on the road? Why did you go nomad?”

Steve shifted so he could see your face better and tucked his right arm behind his head, staring at you for a long moment. It was obvious he was debating what to say, how much he wanted to tell you and if things were more serious between you that might bother you. It does bother you, your heart was quick to remind you. Maybe it did bother you a tiny bit. For where you were at the moment, vague was okay and Steve seemed to agree based on his answer.

"Had some bad habits that I needed to break."

"Did you?" you wondered out loud. “Did you break them?”

"Yeah, but it looks like I came home just in time to pick up another."

You smirked at the suggesting you were just another bad habit he picked up. You couldn’t be mad at him for it. He was probably going to be the same for you.

"Is that what I am? A bad habit you need to break."

Steve grinned and pressed a kiss to your shoulder, asking against the goosebumps on your skin, "Are you bad? Gonna break my heart, Firecracker?"

You attempted a snide smile but it fell short. You could feel it so you didn’t need to see the wistful look in Steve’s eyes to know it was weak, uneasy and fearful. He made you bare, in more ways than one it seemed. Somehow he broke you down and left you vulnerable without even trying and you wanted to hate him for it. Instead, you found yourself tucking your head to hide whatever he was drawing out of you and you pressed a kiss to his shoulder, smiling at the feel of goosebumps forming under your lips. Hopeful the feel of your lips, soft and warm against his cool skin would distract him enough to let this go.

His head dipped and his index finger tilted yours back up letting your noses bump together. No such luck.

"Should I get out before you hurt me?" Steve teased, but there was a genuine concern behind the jest.

"Probably,” you retorted with a smile so pathetic it rivaled the one you let slip moments ago and Steve caught every ounce of regret pouring off of you. He shifted in bed, pulling you back into his arms until you were secured on top of him, your legs tangled around his and his arms wrapped around you with warm hands resting on your sheet covered cheeks.

"You don't have to break my heart first to keep yours safe. You're safe here with me, firecracker. I like you. Sparks and all.”

That sounded nice. The words were pretty but that’s all they were. Pretty words that you doubted he could truly back up with action. You’ve been around the block a time or two and men like him always let their mouths run before they really put any thought into what they were promising.

"What if it's out of your control? What if it's club related?"

"Baby, nothing is out of my control if I don't want it to be.” The confidence in his voice made your heart skip a beat. Or t could have been the possessiveness in his voice when he called you baby. “The club and you, there’s no contest there. I know what I would choose. The real question is, do you?”

Your brows furrowed and a frown tugged at your lips. What in the hell was he talking about?

“I don’t have a club-” Steve cut you off before you could go any further, “I never said you did.” You stared at each other. Neither of you were willing to back down or look away from each other. You were both stubborn and neither of you wanted to give in.

“Well, what do you mean?” you asked, caving and letting him win whatever little contest the two of you had going. “What do I have to choose between?”

Steve’s large hands came up to frame your face and he stared in your eyes, sincerity and adoration reflecting back at you. “Running and being happy, Firecracker. Are you going to run or are you going to let yourself be happy here with me?”

You were right this morning. You were absolutely fucked.

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kaunis-sielu · 1 year

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My Girl

You loved working at the local children’s clinic. Not something that you ever thought that you’d say, a hospital isn’t exactly known for being a good time. But you liked your coworkers, you liked helping the families and you liked getting to see the kids that came in. You also liked getting to meet the volunteers that came in, the only thing that you didn’t like was the location. You were in a little strip mall type building, all of the businesses have separate front and back entrances but are all connected to each other. The clinic is on the end of the building, right next to the gym, the one that was owned by a man named Peter Quill.

The day you’d started he’d noticed you getting out of your car. Unfortunately, your office required you to dress in business professional which meant heels, a pencil skirt, blouse and suit jacket. He’d wolf whistled at you as he’d unlocked the door to his own business, Starlord Gym, and you’d pointedly ignored him. He’d taken to coming into the clinic a day every week and flirting with you until you could be rescued by a phone call or client coming into the clinic.

Then you’d met him, Steve Rogers. He’d brought in a little girl with red hair and blue eyes. She’d fallen while he’d been babysitting for his friends and when her head kept bleeding he’d hustled her to the closest hospital, well, clinic.

You’d gotten her checked in, Mara Barton was a patient of yours, and the doctor had taken care of the cut. Steve had even paid in full for the appointment,

“It’s my fault that she fell in the first place.” He’d told you looking guilty, “We were playing tag and she tripped on a blanket.”

“It happens, you’d be surprised the number of playing accidents that happen every day. She’ll bounce back just fine.” You glance over at the little girl who was looking at a book, before whispering, “I’ve found that ice cream can heal all wounds.” He laughs softly,

“I’ve heard that too. Thank you.”

You’d continued to run into Steve over the next few weeks. At your favorite ice cream place where you’d found him with Mara and her parents, the grocery store then your favorite take out place.

“Are you following me Mr. Rogers?” You ask him with a little smile so that he knows you’re teasing him.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.” He says with that easy smile of his. “Are you new to the area?”

“I am, sort of.” You tell him, “I used to live on the south side but when I broke up with my ex I wanted to live closer to my family.”

“Well you clearly have great taste in take out.” He says gesturing to the food in your hand.

“I like to think so.”

“Maybe, you’d like to do some dessert after? It’s a nice night out, we could go to the park and eat?” He asks rubbing the back of his neck.

“That sounds great.” You tell him with a smile, “You wanna ride together?”

“Sure, we can take my bike if you’re comfortable with that.” He offers and you nod, you’ve never been on a motorcycle before but you’ve always wanted to. “I just need to pay for my food,” a group of people come into the small store and the space suddenly feels far too small.

“I can meet you outside?” You offer and you think he can see the discomfort on your face because Steve gives you a little smile and nod and you slip out the doors breathing a sigh of relief.

“Well, well, what a nice little surprise this is.” Your heart sinks, you know that voice but god you wish you didn’t.

“Peter, hi.” You say flatly as he looks you up and down.

“You’re lookin’ good today, so sexy.”

“No. Peter. Stop.” You say tiredly, you’ve had enough.

“No? I can’t compliment you?”

“You know what? No. You can’t. A compliment is something like, ‘oh, I like your shoes’ or ‘how you did your hair is nice’. What you’re doing is harassment. Especially because I’ve told you I don’t like it and to stop, please, please stop.”

“Wow, you’re a real fucking bitch huh?”

“Yea, hundred percent.” You agree and he glares at you as the door opens behind you,

“Hey Babe?” Steve says and when your anxious gaze meets his calm one you know that he knows exactly how uncomfortable you are.

“Is it cool if we stop and at Clint and Nat’s? I wanna check in on my favorite little pip squeak.” He says strolling over to you.

“Yea that’s fine.”

“The fuck is this?” Peter asks looking furious, “you told me you didn’t have a boyfriend.”

“Last time you asked, technically I didn’t.” Steve throws his arm over your shoulders and presses a quick kiss to the crown of your head,

“Everything okay here Sweetheart?” He drawls and you nod, for some reason you don’t think it’s a good idea for Steve to know what Peter has said. “Good. We should get goin’ then.” He guides you away from Peter but stops and removes his arm from your shoulders then takes the three steps it takes him to crowd Peter’s space.

“Oh, and if you ever talk to my woman like that again, you even look at her funny I’ll make life real uncomfortable for you. I know who you are, and you know who I am, so you know I’m not fuckin’ around.” He growls and your heart skips a beat, you didn’t know that he could make that noise and that it would be so sexy.

“Yea, I do but does she?” Peter asks looking far too pleased for your liking. When Steve doesn’t say anything Peter grins, “I’ll take that as a no. You gonna show her your real colors Cap?”

Steve lets out a low growl then turns away from Peter and his eyes soften when they lock on yours. You give him a small smile as he walks back toward you, but you can see some worry in his eyes.

“Sorry Sweetheart, ready to go?”

“Yea,” You tell him taking his hand. Steve looks surprised for a second but then gives you a smile and leads you to his bike.

“I only have one helmet so I’m gonna have you wear it. We can stop back at my place real quick if you don’t mind to grab my spare.” He says, you are going to ask him what Peter was talking about but not now. When you get to his bike he opens the seat and tucks both of your meals into the space then passes you the helmet. “You’re sure you wanna do this?”

“I am curious about what you meant with Peter earlier about he knows who you are? And he called you Cap?”

“I’m the leader of a biker club.” He says quickly, like he’s ripping off a bandaid.

“Oh. Okay.” You tell him tugging on the helmet, when he looks at you in surprise you freeze, “what?”

“That’s it?”

“I mean, yes?”

“You’re not concerned that I’m in a gang or something?”

“Should I be?” You ask raising one eyebrow and Steve laughs before taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the palm.

“Oh Sweetheart, you’re gonna keep me on my toes and I cannot wait.” He tells you with a grin.

“You plan on keeping me around?”

“Oh, hell yes I do.” He says before kissing you soundly, his hands bump the side of the helmet as he kisses you. “Hope that’s okay with you?” He murmurs before your gaze meets his again.

“I think I’ll manage.” You tell him brightly and he laughs again then swings a leg over his bike and offers you a hand to get on. He presses another kiss to your palm then revs the engine before pulling out of the parking lot. Oh yes, you’ll manage just fine.

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weirdochick56 · 2 years

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Sin- Steve Rogers AU Chapter Ten

Biker!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, set in a universe where Pietro isn’t Wanda’s twin, but her older brother!!!

Disclaimers: I don’t own any MCU plots/characters mentioned.

Word Count: 4, 370 Words

Summary: Lines are blurred and emotions run high when Steve and Reader find themselves in a vulnerable state with eachother.

A/N: I know it’s been too long. I hope you all still care, if not it’s alright but regardless, hope you enjoy. <3

READ CHAPTER NINE HERE!!

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You’re sleeping soundly when suddenly, a loud THUD jolts you out of your sleep. Sitting up in bed, startled and dazed, you strain against the darkness of the room, searching for the origin of the sound.

Your mind sways with sleep and it takes you a while to finally come to, but when you do, you hear rustling from downstairs, and your heart jolts. Still sleepy, you get out of bed and trudge carefully towards the living room, barefooted as the carpet of the stairs presses into your feet reassuring you that you were in fact awake and this was in fact real and not a dream.

The sound gets louder and you squint when your gaze naturally reaches the couch in the middle of the living room.

And what you find awaiting you is nothing short of horrific.

You see Steve toss and turn beneath his blanket aggressively, little groans leaving his lips.

Fear instantly grips you and you practically run over to him, afraid that he’s hurt.

You crouch down next to him, worry gripping your every cell. His groans turn into whimpers and you lean closer, watching him tensely.

A bead of sweat from his hairline rolls down his scrunched-up forehead, traveling further down his troubled face and then his flushed neck before disappearing into his blanket.

You don’t know whether to attempt waking him up or not but seeing him like this…it…

You wince, gripping at your heart slightly.

It hurt.

You reach your hand out, ready to wake him up…And yet you can’t bring yourself to do so..

There’s such vulnerability in seeing him like this…you’re almost too absorbed by his pain and yours to wake him up.

So you sit, you sit and you watch him. You don’t know what kind of nightmare he’s having but there is a sense of closeness you feel by being there while he has it.

Are you the first person who sees him like this? So broken and afraid?

Steve’s POV

I’m six years old again, my father’s voice is loud even as I cower behind his desk.

“Joseph, please!” I hear my mom sob brokenly, begging him to stop even as the room lies in complete disarray, stuff torn and broken all over. “Steven he’s-“

“A useless piece of shit!” My father cuts her off and I can practically see his snarl.

I try to do as mom had instructed and cover my ears, but my small trembling fingers do nothing to keep out my father’s rough voice, always so thick with disdain and hatred for my mother and me.

I hated it. I hated him.

“Don’t say that about him!” She yells back with what I knew was a very small amount of courage. “He’s just a kid! But he’s smart and he’s strong.”

My father’s cold disregarding laugh stayed imprinted on my mind for the rest of my life after that night.

“Smart and strong?” he growled, in disbelief. “He’s a fucking half-wit with as much value as an expired fucking coupon.”

I instantly felt pain flood me and I whimpered as the words seared through me. My father didn’t miss a single chance to let me know how useless and invaluable he thought I was.

The next thing I knew, the desk was flying off from around me and the cold air was rushing in. I spun around in my fetal position as my mom rushed forward, her face bruised and blotchy with tears. Papers and pens flew everywhere and I watched them, eyes wide.

“Joseph no-“

But it was too late. My dad took a hold of my shoulders, lifting me as I wailed for him to let me go. His mean face never ceased as he roughly carried me to another room.

I kicked and screamed to no avail. I knew how this nightmare would end.

And I knew because it was a memory more than a nightmare.

Feeling inevitable doom and absolute horror grip me as my father dragged me to my bedroom, sat me on the floor, and took off his belt, I flinched.

He looked down at me with disgust. Cold and impenetrable.

“You fucking mistake,” he mused coldly. “I’m gonna teach you a thing or two about being a fucking man.”

And then he raised his belt.

“No!”

I feel someone gently shaking me and a sweet voice cutting through my nightmare.

“Steve!”

Just then I jolt awake. I sit up straight, panting loud as hell.

My head instinctively seeks out the voice and I find the beautiful face of Y/n, staring at me with great fucking concern.

My eyes are still wide and my chest heaves. I look down at myself just to find a thin layer of sweat covering me, a sheen.

Swallowing with difficulty, I draw in a sharp breath and close my eyes for a split second. God fucking dammit. Not this shit again. Not….in front of her.

“A-are you okay?”

That sweet voice. That sweet fucking voice. It brings me instant relief, making me feel like there was kindness and light even in moments like these and yet…it also brought me discomfort.

Knowing she was seeing me like this made me feel guilty-- like she didn’t deserve to see this side of me and it was an unusual form of torture.

So I rub my hand over my face and try to smile at her reassuringly as best I can. Though I can feel my lips tremble slightly.

“I’m okay, Angel. Just a little night terror. I’m sorry for waking you up. You should go back to bed.”

But her frown deepens and those pretty eyes seek my gaze out for further confirmation which causes my chest to constrict that much more at how worried she looks.

She’s fucking adorable.

“I’ll go get you some water,” she whispers after giving me a light once over.

And then without waiting for my response she heads into the kitchen.

I inhale deeply as I hear her rustling about in the kitchen, searching for a cup to fill with water, feeling mentally and physically exhausted.

The nightmares were a common occurrence so I could deal with them to some extent. But having someone here when I woke up from one…that was a different matter altogether.

Y/n returns with a glass of water, handing it to me as she crouches before me again. I see her face is still creased into that ridiculously cute little frown and I can’t help but reach out and smooth the silky skin out with my fingers.

“Stop frowning like someone died,” I croak jokingly before taking a sip of cool water.

But Y/n doesn’t smile. Instead, she titls her head at me and my fingers naturally fall onto her jaw, gripping it slightly. Her pulse is strong and steady beneath my fingertips and something about it lulls me in calmness.

This. This was real life.

Her long lashes flutter and her eyes sparkle as she gives me a look akin to that of a kicked puppy.

“Steve…” she whines a little.

Good God she’s pretty when she’s worried.

How I have her this close and still haven’t done anything ungentlemanly is a fucking mystery.

“Stop acting like you’re okay,” she whispers before swallowing. “Your nightmare was pretty bad, am I right?”

I sigh, looking away slightly because I know there’s no getting out of this. Her soft hand gently creeps up and her tiny fingers grip mine.

It’s a small thing- definitely not something someone like me should trip over but it’s still significant.

I’ve always been the one to initiate physical contact with Y/n and even when she’s reciprocated it’s never been this…tender.

My eyes slowly crawl back to hers, questioning. I expect her to redden in that cute way she does when she becomes embarrassed, to cower and draw her hand back quickly, but she doesn’t.

Instead, her fingers curl around my hand tightly and I all but fall apart.

“You can tell me, Steve. You can tell me anything.”

Any walls I had? Those words right there just abolished them.

And then my mouth is moving without asking for permission first.

“It was about my dad,” I whisper, feeling an avalanche of memories and emotions I’ve worked hard to keep down coming up suddenly.

She seems to look at me expectantly, but I quickly swallow the bile crawling up my throat and shake my head, giving her a crooked smile.

“Anyway, it’s old news. Past shit, no need to worry about it now.” I caress her cheek with my thumb and she seems to catch onto the fact that I don’t really feel like talking about it and relents.

“Okay,” she mumbles even though I can tell from her eyes she has a million things to ask me.

I nod, sighing a little in relief. “Okay.”

Then she says something really unexpected.

“Sleep with me.”

My head snaps towards her. She instantly grows flushed, shaking her head profusely. “O-oh my God! That came out all wrong,” she wheezes, biting her lip. “I meant come sleep with me, as in sleep next to me. On the bed.”

I can’t help the small laugh that escapes me.

“You’re something else, angel.”

I shake my head affectionately and she smacks her forehead.

I shrug as my laughter subsides. “I already told you why I can’t do that.”

A beat passes and I get the sense she’s thinking. Suddenly she perks up.

“What if I put a wall of pillows between us?”

Her suggestion is a blurt, really, as if it was lighting thought that escaped her mouth before she could really think it through and I can’t help but cock a brow. “Huh.”

She nods, fiddling with her fingers. “C’mon,” she urges, eyes desperate.

“It’s just…” she eyes the couch, sighing. “I feel bad kicking you out of your own bed. And I haven’t been able to sleep properly because of it. Please, I’ll have pillows between us.”

I can feel my lips curling on one side, unable to hold back the urge to tease her. I lean forward a little.

“And do you really think…” I lick my lips for emphasis. “If I really fucking wanted to, a few pillows would be enough to keep me away?”

She scoffs nervously, scratching her neck slightly. “Steve, c’mon. You’re not some big bad wolf and I’m not a scared little girl. We’ll be fine.”

“So you’re not scared huh?”

She swallows. “No.”

I offer her my best predatory smile, flicking her a dark look.

“You should be. Who knows..” I trail off licking my lips lightly.

“I could blow your little pillow wall down and ravage you…”

She trembles a little and I see the hairs on her arms rise. Pride overcomes me and I fight to not smile like an idiot as she struggles to say something in return.

“You’re not scary Steve. So just c’mon,” She squeaks.

I smirk. “Okay then. If you’re certain, then I’ll sleep with you-“ my smirk widens. “Next to you I mean.”

She nods a bit timidly and I can’t help the part of me, the dark one, that wants to devour her whole- innocence and all.

Maybe I am a big bad wolf after all.

She slowly rises and my eyes instantly stray to her glorious body, which I now remember is clothed only by the tiniest of bikinis and my shirt.

I instantly regret giving in. Especially when I see her go up the stairs.

The shirt flutters over her creamy thighs, giving just the tiniest most torturous peek at her perky ass and I groan a little as I reluctantly follow her.

The death of me, she’d be.

Your POV

“So this is your so-called wall?” Steve eyes the small makeshift divider you created on the bed, using up all but four pillows with bemusement.

You nod shyly, refusing to look him in the eye and he chuckles a little.

“Fine,” he quips and you look at him with a small smile.

His fingers quickly reach down to the hem of his sleeping pants and without so much as a second of hesitation, he tugs them down, swiftly stepping out of them.

God damn.

Your mouth all but falls open.

His impressive torso flexes when he crosses his arms over his strong chest and your eyes trail over it, sliding down until they land on his crotch area…where he’s only wearing a pair of gray Calvin Klein boxers.

You feel your eyes widen and your cheeks feel hot. Sure you’d seen him shirtless plenty of times before, but it never lost its shock factor. Not one tiny bit.

Steve, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to take much note of your flustered state and instead casually strides closer to the bed.

You bite your lip as you watch him. Do guys get to have such nice asses? You wonder.

As if sensing your eyes on him, he looks at you over his shoulder and you quickly switch your gaze to his eyes. Judging from his shit-eating grin not fast enough though.

He cocks a brow. “Coming?”

You bite your lip, suddenly feeling uneasy. The proximity in which you’d be is suddenly sinking in.

“Um…”

He runs a hand through his hair. “Oh c’mon, you’re not backing out now are you?”

“Of course not. I just…I’m going.” You shake your head decisively.

You do a funny little jog to the bed and Steve laughs loudly as you quickly get under the covers, pulling them up to your chin and turning away from his side. Your heart beats erratically in your ears as you hear him sink into the bed beside you.

The wall is between us, you reason. There’s also no way Steve would ever do anything inappropriate. You haven’t known him long but you…trusted him.

It was an irrational kind of trust, one you couldn’t explain but could feel with your very being.

Silence falls over you and you suddenly feel the need to break it.

“Steve?” you call out quietly.

“Yes?”

“Who’s Sarah?”

Stillness. No one says anything and you cringe instantly. God, you stupid idiot! You open your mouth to apologize profusely, but his soft sigh cuts you off.

“Why do you want to know?” Nothing in his voice is angry or confrontational, just curious.

You turn on your back, staring at the ceiling as you swallow thickly.

“…your tattoo,” you whisper.

He hums in understanding before releasing another tiny sigh.

“My mom. It was my mom’s name.”

His voice is quiet but you still manage to catch the slight tremble to it.

Your eyebrows reflectively raise at his revelation. “Oh.”

“She died when I was fourteen.”

You’re shocked into silence at the fact that he had willingly divulged that information. Clearing your throat softly, you speak…

“What was she like?”

Steve sucks in a sharp breath. “Strong as hell,” he breathes out. “Resilient. The best mother in the world. Soft and kind-hearted as fuck but she swore like a sailor.”

You can help but smile a little. “Sounds a lot like you.”

Steve laughs but when it ceases, silence ensues once more.

Then he breaks it.

“Doll?”

“Mhm.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m a good guy,” he rasps.

You frown.

“W-why do you say that?” You stumble the tiniest bit over your words.

“You know why,” he spits as if your very question aggravated him. “You can deny it all you want but…” he trails off. “You don’t have to say what your body says for you.”

At that, you suck in a sharp breath. He’s right. But for once it’s not his analysis of your feelings for him that makes a sharp anger spike in you it’s something else entirely this time.

You were so sick and tired of people treating you like a weakling. First Stephen, who thought he could take advantage of you, and now Steve warning you away…why?

Sitting upright, you roughly knock a few pillows from the wall down, so your top halves were revealed and you were face to face. Frowning you fix your gaze upon his.

“You underestimate me. I’m not under any delusions Steve,” you growl. “So don’t treat me like some spoiled little girl who needs constant warning and protection and who has no self-control when it comes to staying away from dangerous things.”

Decisively, you plop back down on the bed, angrily panting as you glare holes into the ceiling. You can feel his eyes boring into your temple.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he whispers.

“Yeah.” You click your tongue, refusing to look at him. “You never do.”

“Fuck Y/n,” He hisses and you instantly look at him. “What the hell is it that you want from me? Huh?”

“Me?” you point at yourself.

His glare intensifies. “Yes, you. I mean you spent all this fucking time and energy trying to keep me away from you despite all my fucking efforts to win you over and the one damn time I try to warn you away you get pissed, indignant?”

“Yes because you’re patronizing me, Steve!” You yell this at him yet it’s clear in your heart the true reason his words get a rise out of you.

“You have no idea, do you?” He laughs incredulously.

“About what?”

His eyes flare with anger, dark and feral. “About what I’m capable of. The things I’ve done. About the fact that it’s not your self-control, that’s fucking lacking…it’s mine.”

Your lips part in shock as he continues speaking.

“I’m not warning you away from me because I think you’re weak or you don’t have a fucking mind of your own. I’m warning you away from me because I’m letting my guard down around you and once you see who I really am…” he looks away, eyeing the ceiling. Your chest tightens as he smirks in a self-deprecating manner, turning back and slotting his eyes into your patient ones.

“I’m not so sure you’d like what you’ll see,” he whispers. “Who I am…it goes farther than the shit that’s on the surface. It’s so much fucking deeper than a few tattoos and a tough guy exterior. It’s…” he winces. “Uglier.”

He looks so vulnerable right now so…scared. God, was he afraid, truly?

You feel a deep sense of conflict rise in you. On one hand, you had an overwhelming urge to assure him no matter what he showed you, you wouldn’t run away but on the other hand, there was fear. You were afraid of what he might show you, and how it might change you.

Everything you’d been taught growing up, was to keep you from this specific situation. One where you were all alone with a dangerous felon, covered in tattoos and more than capable of ending you, it’d be stupid of you to throw caution to the wind…right?

But it was different with Steve, your curiosity and an almost unbeatable desire to get closer to him, to figure him out despite all the darkness that lurked…it haunted you. And you knew deep down it wouldn’t leave until you got to see him…all of him.

Your body moves without warning, slow but decided as you slowly kick the covers off of your body and brought your legs over the edge.

As you rounded the bed to his side, Steve’s brows rose practically to his hairline. “Y/n what’re y-”

You walk to his side and sit beside him, fixing him a serious gaze. “Let me decide that for myself,” you whisper.

And then you tentatively reach out, hoping he wouldn’t see the way your hand trembled as you placed it gently on the side of his face- much like he’d done to you before.

His muscles tightened beneath your touch and his gaze flickered into something much more lustful as he stared up at your face with slight bewilderment.

“What’re you saying?” He rasped.

“Show me. Show me all you’ve got.”

Steve sucked in a sharp breath, his jaw clenching. “Y/n…”

“Don’t,” you spit, shaking your head as your gaze never wavered from his. “Don’t make excuses, Steve. I’m not intoxicated and I’m asking you to show me.”

His gaze becomes darker, his lips tightly pursed before he speaks again, carefully. “You have no idea what you’re asking for dollface, I can’t…I’d ruin your innocence. And I don’t know if I can forgive myself after doing something like that.”

You’re frustrated, desperate…and a little wet. His gaze is boring into you and his scent overpowers you…the possibility of experiencing something dangerous hangs over you and it exhilarates you to the point that your head spins.

Looking at him, you know he’s putting on a strong front, but it’s easily breakable for you. You just have to know what buttons to push.

“Men are simple creatures,” your mom used to say. “Keep something they truly want away from them long enough and they become so desperate they’ll do anything to get it.”

As the words ring in your head, a dangerous plan forms. What did Steve want more than anything right now?

If the bulge you’ve been trying to ignore for the better part of the night is anything to go by…that’s you.

The plan forming in your mind was dangerous, too dangerous. And although not necessarily difficult to execute, definitely nerve-racking. Still, a fire that’s difficult to describe burns in you, insistently burning away the spikes of ice surrounding your insides…your heart.

You wanted-no needed to do this. To feel him closer.

Trying not to show how nervous you are, you keep looking him in the eye and gently lift yourself up, bringing your leg over to one of his sides and propping the other on the other side. Your heart races as your knees sink into the soft mattress with a little creak and your core lightly brushed against Steve’s hard boxer-clad cock.

Steve, who has been watching you do this with a slightly confused and dazed face, instantly tenses when you sink over him, straddling him fully.

You await his reaction on a bated breath, nerves vibrating with life.

And then his eyes are moving all over you in an instant as if he wants to take a picture of you sitting over him, his chest heaves harder with each second that passes, and his cock swells beneath you. His eyes grow impossibly more animalistic as they flicker to yours, incredulous and turned on but also…pissed.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He growls, his face tightening.

You resist the urge to shrink back at his angry words, and instead move on with your dangerous plan, trailing the hand that was previously caressing his face down his neck, over his racing pulse, and slightly scratching your nails over his warm chest.

Steve practically moans.

“Y/n…stop,” he breathes, eyelids growing heavy and half-hooded.

“I want to see you…all of you Steve,” you mumble decisively, batting your lashes at him, turning your head.

Steve practically disintegrates, his neck corded with restraint, his hands tightly fisted and trembling beside him and his eyes manic.

“Y/n, I swear to everything that’s good in this world, you need to stop. I have no control over what I do around you as is and…” He clenches his jaw. “You’re going to regret pushing me.”

You know you should listen to him, you should head to his warning, you should take your legs away from him, remove your hands from his body…fuck, you should’ve stayed away from him from the very beginning. But like from the very beginning, you can’t stay away.

Fervor takes over you and for an instant, your walls melt away completely, your cold exterior, your constantly heightened guard…and all that’s left is you, vulnerable bare you.

“Steve,” you clip your tone, hating the manner in which it trembles and you pin his gaze down with yours. “I need you…”

You gently grab a hold of his hands, which are fastened into fists on the bed, slowly bringing them up to your body and placing them on your hips. Steve is watching the action with ever-darkening eyes and sucks in a sharp breath the moment his fingers press onto your flesh over the shirt.

“I tried to warn you.”

That is the last thing he growls before he’s swiftly flipping you on your back. A gasp escapes you at the blindsiding action as your head hits the soft pillow and suddenly you’re staring up at him, your legs pride open as he slots himself in between them, his big hand gripping your wrists, pinning them above your head.

His cool gaze pierces straight through you, no longer cold and calculating, but hot and with not an ounce of control.

Your heart begins to hammer in your chest at the possibility of what this compromising position could mean. Just as you part your lips to say something, you hear some noise outside the window.

A loud crash echoes throughout the otherwise silent night, causing both you and Steve to jump instantly. And then…another crash.

Steve’s face contorts into confusion and he scowls, quickly getting off of you and pulling on some sleeping pants from a pile near the door.

You watch him, still dazed, and purse your lips, trying to control your wildly beating heart.

He seems completely unaffected aside from the bulge in his pants as he pries the window next to the bed open, swiftly.

Instantly, his face transforms from confusion to something akin to both concern and slight anger.

Quickly, he turns to you, holding a hand out. “Wait right here,” he says sternly, and then he’s gone. As you hear his retreating footsteps, you release a big breath, feeling the tension released from your very bones.

You hadn’t realized just how tense you were in the first place how much he affected you. With a frown of your own, you hesitantly moved towards the window.

Moving the curtains aside, your face quickly transforms in a very similar trajectory as Steve’s.

Your heart drops and you freeze completely.

In front of the house is Steve and someone else. The last person you expected.

Your lips tremble as you blurt the name quietly.

“P-pietro?”

***

I have risen from the dead!!

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itiswormtimebaby · 9 months

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Here’s what I’m thinking about: All the ass Bucky kicked on your behalf growing up. Biker!Bucky x Bug (+brothers best friend Buck, plus sized reader) Platonic Steve x Reader (He’s her adopted brother)

TW: Bullying, fat shaming, name calling, mentions of blood, violence While dealing primarily with their platonic relationship this is meant to offer some insight into Steve, Bucky, and Bug’s shared past.

It’s not like he had to go out of his way, he would have, but most of the time he didn’t need to. No, Steve-shit-stirrer-Rogers had that part handled, because if it was your problem it was Steve’s problem, and if it was Steve’s problem it was Bucky’s problem, and Bucky had a lot of problems. Steve couldn’t help being a rather sickly teenager, but Jesus what he lacked in muscle he made up for in mouth, all piss and vinegar as Bucky’s Ma used to say; and as soon as the bullying started that mouth was constantly moving. To his credit Steve never asked for help, never asked for backup, he took his brotherly duty seriously and if that meant getting his ass handed to him five times a day so be it, he’d at least get one good punch in on the way down (occasionally…maybe…sometimes).

In truth Bucky would have defended you regardless of your relationship to Steve, it’s just how he was raised, but you being his best friend's sweet (if not at times annoying) kid sister served to make it all the more personal. So when Steve stormed off to confront some assholes that had been moo-ing at you in the hallway he may have made sure their heads bounced off their lockers on the way to the floor (a few more times than necessary). When he found out paint had been “accidentally” spilled all over your art project the asshole with the bucket couldn’t breathe without wincing for a week (neither could Steve who hadn’t bothered waiting on Bucky to start the fight). And when your first “real” boyfriend broke up with you because he liked your personality but not your body (“Maybe we could try again if you lost some weight?”) Bucky didn’t stop until his knuckles were bloody and the fucker was crying as hard as you’d been when you tearfully confsessed to Steve what had you so upset. Granted by that time Steve had built enough muscle mass and spent enough hours in the boxing gym to handle it himself but Bucky insisted Steve stay with you while he handled it.

He’d spent the night in jail for that stunt, but it was worth it, no one made his Bug cry. Maybe if he’d paid more attention to that, that effortless inclusion of his, he would’ve seen the writing on the wall. Maybe it wouldn’t have taken so damn long for him to realize he loved you (and to say it).

#biker!bucky #brother's best friend bucky #bucky barnes x reader #hwita #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #but platonically tho #bucky and bug

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geminixevans-stan · 1 year

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Little Elf

Pairing: Biker!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Words: 2.9k+

Summary: The reader wanted to spread some hoeliday cheer by giving a gift. But what comes with that gift is something that she’s wanted all along

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, explicit content, smut, Anal (f receive), daddy kink, use of handcuffs, spanking, anal play, and aftercare.

A/N: It’s been forever since I’ve written anything and thanks to my sweet flower @maladaptivexxdaydreaming for gracing me with this wonderful request! My muse jumped at it like it owed it money! Anywho! I hope you all love it! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

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I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

You thought it would be a good idea to show him an early Christmas present. Even thought it would be cute to visit him at the clubhouse in an elf costume to hand deliver the gift yourself.

What you didn’t think about was the consequences of your actions.

The consequences being you bent over his desk, legs spread wide as both your wrists laid between your thighs with the pretty gift wrapped around them. Your pretty little elf skirt was long gone and the anticipation of what your Steve was going to do had your cunt glistening in the well-lit office.

“My pretty little elf, what am I going to do with you?” he hums, standing erect as can be as she scanned his handiwork of you on his desk. His growing bulge concealed behind his jeans as he watched your pretty pussy become wetter by the second.

If only you could see the look in his eyes as he looked you over, your eyesight thoroughly concealed by his favorite bandanna. But, you’ve seen that look more than once before.

Whenever you decided to try him, that menacing, daring look he gave was all you needed to plead for your life. Even though, they would always fall on deaf ears, causing you to have a sore ass and a wrecked pussy the day after.

You try to wiggle your way out of the position, only to yelp at the sharp sting of his hand as it landed on your soft cheeks, accompanied by a disapproving sound spilling from his lips.

“Ah ah little elf, you brought daddy a gift. A gift that I plan on using over and over again.”

A whimper falls from your lips, causing him to chuckle as you hear his footsteps become more prominent with each step he took. The excitement and nervousness confused you but, your body heating up only had one mission.

Be good for daddy… we broke a rule

That rule you ask? It was a fairly simple one and when Steve found out that it was broken… He was confused.

Confused because you looked so goddamn cute and delectable in your Elf outfit and pissed that someone could get a glimpse of his pussy with how short your skirt was. Way above your knees and almost short enough for everyone to see his initials permanently on your skin.

Steve Rogers could be the sweetest man on Earth… to you anyway. But even he had to let his princess know when and where to not fuck with him.

What better way to find out than today?

If it was bratty holiday cheer you wanted to spread, he was going to make sure he returned the favor. With perfect strides, he steps in front of you, lifting your chin up with one single finger as she bent down to nip at the skin of your lips, causing you to whimper softly for him.

“What rule did we break baby? Should be easy to answer since there was nothing under that pretty skirt of yours,” you could just see the smirk on his lips. You knew it just by the sarcastic tone in his voice.

And you hated it…

With your chin captured between his fingers, you bit your bottom lip, feeling it tremble as you started to speak, “I didn’t wear panties…”

“And why didn’t you, pretty elf?”

You were nervous, that was apparent. Yet, there was something in you that still wanted to test him. To see just how far you could push him until he had you a crying and sore mess.

With a simple shrug or a shrug that you could do with the position you were in, you give him the prettiest smile that you could give him and say, “I guess I forgot daddy. You know you have to help your dumb baby with these thi-,” his hand wrapping around throat cut off whatever else you needed to say.

His grip was firm but gentle as he rested his forehead against yours, the scent of his cologne wrapping around your nose as feel his warm breath on your face.

“You’re my dumb baby, that’s a fact. But not that fucking dumb. Wanted to be cute and now look at you, princess. Dripping all over my desk, and my gift around your wrists,” the slow sucking of his bottom lip being tucked between his teeth, alerted you of just how fucked you really were.

But, you were in too deep to start begging now. You poked the bear too much and now your ass was going to pay. Your breath was yours once more as you felt him leave the front of you, hearing his footsteps in the same area but now behind you.

“Thought long and hard about what I should do, princess and I’m going to apologize to that tight hole of yours for what I’m about to do to it,” his voice gravelly as he moves closer to you, gripping the soft globes of your ass before letting go and smacking them both at the same time.

A guttural moan escapes your throat at how deliciously painful the sting was to your skin, painful pins radiating through your scalp the moment Steve pulled your hair back and brought his hand back down to your skin again over and over.

“What? You want them to hear you too? Does my princess like being looked at? Heard by others?” he asks as she slides his hand over your throat again, squeezing even tighter, “I think I saw Ari with his eyes on you. Think he heard you just now?”

The grip on your throat caused for little words to spill out. But, you knew to answer or things would get much, much worse, “N-no daddy… No… AH!!” you shriek, feeling a harder slap on your other cheek.

Steve pulls your hair taut, leaning your head against his shoulder as she licks a slow stripe up your cheek, “You’re lying, little slut. I know you better than you know yourself. And…” his voice lowers, slipping his hand from your throat, you feel his thick digits spread your drenched folds open, running them up and down.

“My pussy tells me a different story, don’t you my precious cum dump?”

It was all true, your body betrayed you every single time. Steve had the key and he knew how to please your pussy like no other person could. From your very first date, Steve had claimed you and your sweet pussy as his and you let him.

Over and over and over again….

There was no denying him at this point. No reason to even put up a front to him. Whatever he had planned was going to happen no matter how hard you pleaded and besides…

You knew you could stop him whenever you said the magic word

The easy way out was not what you were looking for. You wanted Steve. Wanted to be his little fuck toy until he was tired and now was your chance. With a shaky breath, you let out a soft giggle, swiping your tongue over your bottom lip as you looked up at him, “Maybe daddy… Maybe Ari could fuck me better. Seems like you’ve lost your touch”

Silence…. Absolute silence.

Steve let out a low chuckle, the tick in his jaw apparent as he slowly let your hair go, “Oh princess… my sweet girl. I think you really are fucking dumb,” a low growl erupts from his lips, encasing you in his arms as she carefully takes you over to his sofa, dropping you down carefully.

He positions you with your face to the cushion, ass up and your wrists nestled between your legs as he takes his spot behind you, his chuckle returning as she grips your ass cheeks tightly and letting them go.

Your thighs were beyond drenched with slick, fresh droplets hanging from your lips as Steve admired you from behind.

“It’s such a shame, pretty elf. You look so good like this. Too bad you had to be a fuckin’ brat,” he murmurs, slapping your ass again as you hear the jingle of his belt being loosened and the button of his jeans popping. You can hear the rustle of his jeans and briefs being pushed down the same time, anticipation lacing your body as you lay your head against the plush sofa.

You sway your ass in the air, smirking before crying out as she lands another swat on your cheek, “Daddy please!”

Steve hums, sinking two fingers inside your drenched cunt as he pumps them slowly in and out of your soaked hole, “Oh we’re so done with manners baby. You wanted all my attention and now you have it,” coldness lacing his throat as he pumps his fingers inside you, hooking them expertly to bump against your spongy spot.

Moans slip from your lips as you feel him stretch and scissor your slippery opening, coating his fingers in your slick as you fall deeper and deeper into pleasure. Your body heating up from how close he could push you to the end.

“Oh… fuck, daddy. That’s so good, m’ so close” you whisper softly, feeling your cunt flutter and drip before he snatches his fingers from you. You whine protest, yelping when he slaps your ass again.

He leans over your body, his cock, pressing against your opening as your eyes flutter closed, “Only good girls get to cum. Let’s see how nice I am after I wreck that pretty hole of yours,” smacking your ass again before sinking his cock into your wet channel, groaning when he feels you wrap around him.

Steve curses under his breath, sinking in deeper as you let out a low groan, feeling every inch of him stretch you out, feeling him pulse inside of you. He leans back from your frame, spreading your cheeks apart and spitting on your puckered hole before slowly sinking his thumb inside and thrusts deeply into your tight pussy.

He snaps his hips slowly, inching his thumb deeper into your ass, leaning his head back as he enjoys the warmth of you around him, “Why’d ya have to be a brat baby? Huh?” he grunts, sliding all the way out to the tip, and thrusting back in as she knocks the breath out of you.

With each snap of his hips, Steve stretches you more and more, removing his thumb as you hear the pop of a top open and cold fluid drip over your tight hole. You try to move away, feeling both of his hands pull you back on his cock.

Your mouth hangs open at the feel of every inch of him inside of you, trembling when you know what’s coming next.

Steve wasted no time pulling from you, resting his cock between your soft cheeks. He grabs both globes in his hands, massaging them softly as she feels you relax for him, “That’s it my pretty elf, be good for me. Don’t wanna hurt you too bad,” he whispers, sliding his cock up and down between your cheeks, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, closing his eyes slowly.

You feel his cock harden fully, eyes widening under your blindfold at the damage you know he could do. Breathing deeply, you stay still, as he lines his cock up with your puckered hole, beginning to slowly push past the tight ring.

“Fuck… me” you groan out, clenching your hands closed as he sinks his thick cock further inside of you, feeling the stretch of every single inch, “Fuckfuckfuckkkkk, daddy”

“Goddammit princess, need to fuck this hole more often. Gripping me like a fucking vice” he grunts happily when he pushes every inch inside of you, “Look at that perfect ass. Swallowing my dick like a champ,” admiration in his tone as he squirts more lube on your hole.

He throws down the bottle, gripping your hips as she pulls his hips back and sliding back in slowly to get you used to his size before slamming back in gripping you tightly.

“Holy fuck! I didn’t mean it, daddy! Ow!”

Steve snaps his hips over and over, reaching down to rub circles over your clit as you begin to relax your tight ring around him, “Hm, I think you did baby. I think you wanted this. You wanted them to see what’s mine” he growls, changing the pace of his thrusts as he strokes you deeper, making you cry out in ecstasy.

He reaches forward, gripping your hair in his hand as he pounds your ass, the loud sounds of slapping skin and the noises coming from your lips echoing against the walls. You squeeze around him tighter, feeling the pleasure bloom in your core from the double stimulation.

“I just… wanted.. Fuck!” you whimper as his strokes become deeper and quicker. Juices dripping on his fingers as your mind goes blank.

“What was that pretty elf? Couldn’t hear you” he snaps his hips once making your cry out, “You were say dumb baby?” snapping his hips twice as you make the same noise again, “What’s the matter princess? Hm? Don’t tell you went dumb already” he coos, taking you squeezing around him as his answer before pounding you once more.

You words were incoherent, save for the sounds don’t stop daddy. Just like that. As you say it over and over again. All that was left of you was a blissed out slut, taking every single inch that her daddy gave her.

Wanted to get back on his good side was everything as he was showing you what happens when rules are broken. Steve couldn’t even be mad at you for acting out. He was busy beyond belief and there wasn’t anything else he would rather do than to be with you all day.

In some way, right now, he was making up for it. But oh, he was more than willing to put you back where you belonged in the process. You’ve acted out before but not to this extent. Steve had to make sure that his lesson was well learned.

He placed his hand at the small of your back, making you arch more as he crossed his arms over your ass and pounded into you tight hole deeply, making you feel every single part of him.

“Oh.. My… daddy… daddy” you whisper for only him to hear. Your head reaching into the clouds the higher he took you to pure bliss and pleasure.

Steve kept using you to his pleasure, keeping his pace just right as he could feel you squeezing him tighter and tighter, signaling the end coming near. He releases you from his grip, leaning over to tilt your head up with his hand as she strokes you deeply.

“Does my little elf wanna cum? Hm?” he asks, smiling when he sees you nod frantically, the act was all he needed to return him back to wrecking your ass.

With precision, Steve kept your back arched with his hand keeping you pressed down, snapping his hips, as the clapping sound of skin centered back to what he was doing. He licked his other fingers, dropping them down as he rubbed quick tight circles around your clit, hearing you moan out softly.

Spurts of slick dripped down into his palm as she brought it up to lick every single drop before returning his fingers back to your clit, “That’s my fucking girl. Cum for me little elf. Cum hard for daddy. Right. Now” he growls, while punctuating every syllable with the snap of his hips.

You didn’t need to be told twice, the dam gushing out of your pulsating pussy was first before your mouth flew open, the most pornographic sounds spilling from them as orgasm after orgasm began to crash down on you.

The splashing of your release quickly triggered his as he pushed deep inside of you, filling you tight hole with rope after rope of his cum. Steve held your hips, groaning loudly as she filled you, “Fuck! Goddamn, princess, keep cummin’ on my cock just like that,” Steve’s voice trembled as he emptied himself, pulling out and slamming back in as he filled you with another load.

The pulse of his cock only triggered another release for you, feeling yourself collapse on the couch as Steve followed you, kissing down your back slowly before pulling out and unlocking the handcuffs from your wrists.

You try to move, only to be pushed down softly when you hear the clicking sound of a camera, tensing up automatically.

Steve presses a kiss to your shoulder, before the sound happens again, “Just me, princess. Just taking a pic of art,” he murmurs, almost getting hard again at his cum leaking out of your ass.

He hums, softly, taking you in his arms as he lays back on the couch with you on his lap. You rest your head on his shoulder, relaxing as she rubs aloe all over your cheeks, kissing your body all over as she takes care of you.

“Did so good for me, so fucking good,” he whispers, opening up a bottle of water and pressing it to your lips, giving a satisfied hum when you drink half the bottle before pushing it away.

Steve holds you tight, feeling the light breath on his neck as you lay on him, feeling completely satisfied. You feel his soft lips, press to your temple, making you snuggle close as she gives a soft chuckle.

“What did we learn baby?”

The answer rings in your ear as you lean up to look into his eyes, smiling softly, “Never wear panties…”

#gemoriginal #biker!steve rogers #biker!steve x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x black reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x woc!reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers filth #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fandom #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x smut #steve rogers #captain america #chris evans character x reader #chris evans characters #captain america smut

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mrs-barnes-rogers-writes · 4 months

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Mrs Barnes-Rogers Writes Masterlist

A Second Chance Is A Better Chance

Marvel AU

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader; Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega reader; Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch reader; eventual Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega witch reader x ?

Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?

The Fate Of A Fae

Marvel AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: Natasha Romanoff is a meddling, pain in the ass Sprite, who you wrongly thought would leave you alone once you introduced her to your best friend, Darcy. News flash, she doesn’t and she won’t. Not when she thinks you’re a perfect match for two of her best friends. Could she be right? Maybe. Just don’t tell her that.

“Never tell Natasha Romanoff she was right” - Clint Barton

Sometimes Your Soul Family Is The Only Family You Need

Marvel AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: 18 months ago you were a mess but with the help of your close friends you start to rebuild your life. Your soul friendships maybe chaotic but they're your family, just as you're theirs. With one of them about to have a baby, you and your misfit friends are here to visit. But will you stay? And what will the small town think of you having two soulmates and why do you keep finding yourself in the same place as a bunch of hot bikers.

"Sometimes families are assholes, sometimes your soul connections mean far more than family ever can. Sometimes your soul family is the only family you need." - Nurse Maggie

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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daydreaming about (nomad style) mean daddy biker!steve: he mocks you for trying to fit both his balls in your mouth, he said if you can then he’ll finally give your puffy clit a break 😣 he’s been such a bully and you haven’t come for days !! he loves when you’re all needy and following him around like a lost puppy, almost as much as he loves winding you up in front of his friends 😵‍💫

he’ll show up to their guys night at the bar with you on his arm (breaking one of the rules about guys nights: no girls! but it’s ok bc you’re the cute, sweet and soft exception) he can’t help but smirk when you get squirmy and jumpy bc he’s tracing up your thigh to the creamy mess between your legs—he jerked off into your panties and made you wear them: “oh no, are they too tight for you, baby?” maybe they were, but he bought them for you! (with ulterior motives) “don’t worry, daddy will make them more comfy for you.” He said, unbuckling his belt, “pull them down for me, doll.”

🫡 @comfortcap PUFF PUFF 🫡

#it’s slutty hours #I’m so close to writing this just bc I MISS STEVE #daddy mocking for trying to fit balls in your mouth > anything else #it’s smutty filth I’ll use over and over again #mean biker steve #sonny loves balls #sonny drabbles #steve rogers #steve rogers drabble #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #biker steve rogers #biker!steve rogers #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x fem!reader #steve rogers x female reader

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flordeamatista · 1 year

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𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙈𝙚

pairing: biker!steve rogers x reader

concept: He knows this is just the beginning and the adventure is just beginning.

word count: 500

warnings: small plot with smut, fingering, outdoor smut on a bike,

a/n: This is for your daydreams. I'm not sure if it makes sense, but here it is.

Masterlist

As if inhaling fresh air, you energize me.

You feel his tongue slide over your throat as he leans forward. The man nips into your soft skin, telling you how he will ruin you for anyone else.

"You're one hot sunshine, aren't you?" he said. "Just a slut looking for a good fuck?"

He is slapping your body with his kisses.

Your attention focuses on the feeling of his fingers driving hard into your pussy. You couldn't breathe. You're lying on the bike, drowning in blue eyes, when you were meant to be getting fresh air and see the blue sky.

Despite this, the new air he will be providing is what makes you want to take a deep breath and be his.

As you breathe in the countryside, you expand your lungs, bringing up hot skin from the ground.

It was his fingers that slid under your dress and into your underwear. With ease, he yanked them from your body.

Allowing him access to you.

Ultimately, you didn't care if you had to walk without underwear because he is marking his territory.

His touch heated your pussy as his hand swept along your thighs. The closer his fingers came to your pussy, the louder you moaned.

He said, "Look at you! Isn't it nice when I touch you like that and you can't say a word?"

The sun and Steve's sunglasses dim the light, and you can see Steve's long fingers disappear inside of you as he murmurs "Steady."

You want to move and move for him, so how can you be steady? Whenever you moan, you want it to carry across the fields, and you long to be heard more and more by him. It's louder than his biker noises, and it's unbelievable how you feel like this after only meeting him an hour ago.

Floating so high you don't think you'll break as you fall.

His cock is intoxicated by your body because that's what his pussy is doing to him.

Amidst his thrusting, he chased his own release. Your clit was still tingling from the orgasm and repeated pressure. Fast and hard, pounding into you without a second thought.

In the countryside, Steve was looking for adventure when he saw you walking home in the sunshine with some sweet pastries, but you were the sunshine.

You take a deep breath and feel your lungs fill with air as he speeds up, and you know he is enjoying the ride.

He is enchanted by your sweet moans, your body moving with his, your eyes shining brightly under the sun, and the way you are taking everything from him.

Listening to your ragged breaths fill the air as your body spasms, he feels you coming undone.

Then he savors every drop with great care because he knows this is just the beginning and the adventure is just beginning.

#biker!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x poc!reader #steve rogers #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans drabble #steve rogers drabble #steve rogers x f!reader

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kaunis-sielu · 2 years

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Crossing

Steve finds the envelope shoved under the kickstand of his bike. It’s a normal, white envelope but it’s a bit lumpier than a normal envelope would be. Steve gently pulls it from where it’s under the kickstand and tears it open.

Inside he finds several pictures.

Of you.

You’d been his secret, for a while now, that only Bucky had known about. You lived two towns over, only a twenty minute ride if Steve went the speed limit, which he sometimes did.

He absolutely isn’t going the speed limit now, not as he races toward your job. The photos are shoved into the pocket on the side of his motorcycle.

His saddle bags as you tease him. If they’ve laid a hand on you he’s gonna rip the fuckers in half. He pulls up to the door of the bank you work at, driving his motorcycle up onto the sidewalk. He stalks inside, not removing the gun from the middle of his back despite the sign that asks him to do so. Hydra won’t, so neither will he.

He ignores the woman at the front who looks up to greet him, her smile freezing on her face when she sees the look on his. He growls your name then moves to where your desk is. Where you should be but aren’t.

“Becca. Where is she?” He asks Bucky’s sister and your favorite coworker.

“Bathroom? What’s wrong?”

“He throws the envelope on her desk and a couple of the photos fall out. The bright red x over your body still makes him a little sick to his stomach.

“Oh. Oh my god. I’ll go get her.”

“Quickly.” He snaps and she nods scurrying away. He gathers up the photos and shoves them back inside his jacket pocket. He can feel eyes on him, not surprising because he’s never come to your work. Why would he? He’d wanted to keep you safe and a secret. When your round the corner in front of Becca your worried gaze immediately snaps to his.

“Steve?” God you look so pretty, you’ve got a blue floral dress on with a pair of nude heels that make your legs look so long.

“Hi Sweetheart. Family emergency.” He says glancing down at Becca’s desk. He thought he’d gotten them all cleaned up before you’d gotten here, looks like he missed one. Your eyes follow his gaze and your mouth drops into a surprised little ‘o’

“Steve?” You breathe, the horror evident in your voice.

“It’s okay Sweetheart,” he says as you round the desk and wrap your arms around him. He holds you tightly to him, “we need to go.”

“Go?”

“I need to get you somewhere safe.” He says softly, before dropping a kiss to your head.

“I can’t just leave.” You whisper and Steve hums lowly.

“Sweetheart, you know that you don’t need this job. You know that I can provide for you. Why can’t you leave?”

“I- I just can’t.” You say lamely but Steve knows that you know he’s right. He can, quite easily, provide for you and you know this. But you’ve always balked, enjoying the freedom that your own job provides, enjoying the work you do with the coworkers you get along with so well.

“Sweetheart. They know about you. Hydra isn’t like The Irons or The Howlies. I gotta get you to the clubhouse. You’ll be safe there.”

“Not home?”

“No Sweetheart,” his grip tightens on you as a man comes stalking over.

“What’s going on here?”

“Oh,” you move slightly back from Steve, he’s reluctant to let you go but he does. “Mr. Quill, this is Steve.”

“Her husband.”

“Husband?” This Mr. Quill repeats, “She doesn’t wear a ring.”

“I have a dangerous job.” Steve says with a frown at the other man. “Besides, what’s it to you?” He feels you tense, when he looks down at you it suddenly clicks who this asshole is. “Sweetheart?”

“Yea.” You affirm his unanswered question.

“I’m taking my wife, we have a family emergency. I’m also taking Becca.”

“You don’t get to make that decision.”

“Actually, I do.” Steve growls moving his leather jacket just slightly over so that Quill sees the butt of his gun. You, thank god, don’t seem to notice the move but Quill does, and so does Becca who narrows her eyes at Steve.

“Fine. You’re both fired.” He snaps before storming away and you blink after him in shock.

“What the fuck Steve!” Becca cries, “I need this job!”

“No you don’t.” Steve growls, “Get your shit. We gotta go.” He says not letting go of your hand, you grab the couple of things off of your desk that are yours and Becca grabs them and your purse from you.

“I’ll take them. I’ll drive.” She offers, Steve nods wanting to keep you close until he can get you safe. You go outside with him and freeze when you hear a bike on it’s way toward you.

“Shit.” Steve swears softly, “Baby get in the car and get down.”

“That’s Bucky.” Becca says, “I know his bike anywhere.” Sure enough a few moments later Bucky comes rolling into the parking lot.

“Glad you’re already here. Thought I’d come lend a hand.” Bucky says and Steve nods, he swings one of his legs over his bike and then holds out a hand to help you on too. Once your arms are wrapped around his waist Steve pulls out of the parking lot, it’s only about a fifteen minute drive to the club house.

He goes faster than he should but with a hit out on you he doesn’t give a fuck. Hell, if the cops were to try and pull him over now he’d let them chase you all the way to the club house. When he pulls into the club house’s garage he closes the garage and once you’re both off the bike he pulls you to him again. He’ll never, ever, get over the feeling of your softer body against his, and how right it feels.

“You gonna tell me what that is about?” You ask him before his lips drop to yours.

“You’ve been threatened.” He tells you softly, “I needed to get you safe until I can figure out who is after you.”

“Sam knows who. He saw who put the envelope under your stand and followed them.” Bucky says stalking over and passing his phone to Steve.

“That fucker,” Steve sneers, “is a dead man.” John Walker has been a pain in his ass since day one. “Is Sam?”

“Yea.”

“Get him.”

“Yep.” Steve doesn’t even have to finish his thoughts with Bucky, as usual they’re on the same page.

“I’ll be there eventually.” He tells Bucky glancing down at where you’re buried in his side.

“Kay.” Becca goes inside and Bucky climbs back on his bike then roars off, the garage door closing behind him.

“Sweetheart. You okay?”

“What the fuck is going on Steve? You know who it is?”

“Yea, John Walker. That new guy that was irritating the fuck outta you at the last family gathering.”

“Why would he-?”

“Don’t worry.” Steve says cutting you off, “He’s a dead man walking.” You look up at him, worry in your eyes and Steve sighs softly. “I’ll be safe Baby.”

“You better be, or I’ll kill you myself.” You warn him and he gives you a soft smile before kissing you again.

“Stay in the house with Becca. She’s got her conceal and carry if she needs to use it she will.” He’s still not thrilled that you won’t let him get you a gun but he’s not gonna fight it right now.

“Come home to me.” You whisper clinging to the lapels of his coat, “come back safe.”

“Always Sweetheart.” He tells you kissing you one last time before opening the garage, straddling his bike and heading out. He glances over his shoulder at the garage and sees it closing as he rides down the street.

He beats Walker within an inch of his life. Then he kills him and leaves the body for Bucky and Sam to take care of. He wants to get home to you but he’s got one more thing to take care of before he does.

He waits. He’s going to be here when that fucking bastard comes home and he’s going to make him pay, maybe not with his life it’ll depend on how pissed off Steve gets. The car pulls into the driveway, Steve slips into the garage without being seen and when Peter Quill gets out of his car Steve moves slamming the smaller man up against the wall.

“You thought I wouldn’t find out huh?” He growls and Quill has the decency to pale under Steve’s furious glare. “Thought you could threaten my wife and then act like you didn’t know who her protector is?”

“I-I don’t-” he whimpers and Steve growls,

“Lie to me again. I fucking dare you.” Quill doesn’t say anything. “Run. And don’t come back or I’ll kill you.” When Quill doesn’t move Steve asks, “Do you doubt me?”

“No.”

“Then fucking go. You threatened my life, Walker doesn’t get a second chance. Do not mistake this for weakness or mercy. It’s a threat, come back and die.” Quill practically sprints into the house and Steve stalks back to his bike.

“Tony. If he’s not gone in two hours, kill him.”

“Yup.” Tony agrees sounding bored but his eyes are locked on the house. Steve makes his way back to the clubhouse and to you.

You’re in his arms before he’s even got the door closed.

“Bucky was back three hours ago! Where have you been?”

“Taking care of a loose end Baby. It’s all good. It’s over.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yea, positive.” He murmurs then presses a kiss to your lips, “I got you Baby.”

“I know.” You murmur before kissing him and Steve knows, without a doubt, that he’d do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

Tag list:

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fandoms-writings · 8 months

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Below is a list of current wips that you can expect from me in the near future <3 I do write slow, but I'm working on these as fast as I can <3

Drabbles/One-shots:

"You're a mess"/"I'm not a mess."/"I can tell you've been crying." & "Let me kiss it better" - Knight! Bucky x Queen! Reader - A + F

"Choose me" - Bucky - A

"Choose me" & "let me hear you make that sound again" - Biker! Bucky - A + S

"You were supposed to be different. They were supposed to be wrong about you, but they were right. They were so fucking right." - Bucky w/ morally gray reader - A

"Keep your pretty eyes on me." and "You shouldn't be out here by yourself." -Vampire! Bucky x Human! Reader - A + S + (version 2)

"You know my door is always open for you, right?" and "You're already wet sweetheart." - Bucky w/ kinky virgin reader - F + S

"You know my door is always open for you, right?" and "You're already wet sweetheart" - Stephen Grant - F + S

"Don't go where I can't follow. . . I thought I lost you." - Bucky - A

"Why didn't you say how bad it was?" - Steve Rogers - A

"Come get me? I miss you" - Loki - F

"Is that my shirt?" & "Keep your pretty eyes on me." - Bucky - F + S

"Don't go where I can't follow… I thought I lost you" & "You're exhausted honey. Go back to sleep." - Nomad! Steve Rogers - A + F

"What are we doing?"/"Why are you doing this?" - Miguel O'Hara - A

"Can I hold your hand?" - Miguel O'Hara - F

"You're not as bad as everyone says you are." - Mob! Steve - F

"Will you taste this? Tell me if I'm missing anything?" - dealers choice - F

"You were supposed to be different. They were supposed to be wrong about you, but they were right. They were so fucking right."- Mob! Steve - A

DBF!Bucky x College!Reader - A

Series/AUs:

Boxer! Miguel x PR! Reader - A + F + S

This one will be more of an AU then a series I think, but I'm still working on it.

Miguel's boxing career is starting to pick up, and that means you, as his public relations specialist, are to insure that the people love him. You also make sure he doesn't take any fights he isn't ready for. However, when another boxer by the name of Kron Stone openly challenges Miguel, and Miguel accepts, you have to come to terms that what you know may ruin the trust he has in you.

Mafia-Dilf! Miguel x Dance-teacher! Reader - A + F + S

Everyone was terrified of Miguel O'Hara, the most powerful man in the city. But you knew better. To you, he was just a single dad trying to raise and protect his daughter, bringing her to your dance class every week. That is until someone looking for Miguel shows up at your studio, and Miguel takes it upon himself to protect you from outside forces, showing you just what kind of a man truly he is.

Bucky Barnes x Dream-witch! Reader - A + F + S

Looking for something to aide in his sleepless nights, Bucky searches weeks for you, the dream witch of New York. You're known for helping vets with ptsd have terrorless nights and sometimes, if they're lucky, they actually have pleasant dreams. What Bucky didn't expect, was for you to be so captivating, or for him to open up so easily around you. But to have the powers you do, you've got to be more than just a mutant, right?

Bucky Barnes x single!pregnant!reader (neighbor AU) - A + F + S

This one will be more of an AU rather than a series.

You moved into your small apartment alone and nervous, with a broken heart and a little one on the way, just wanting to be the best mom you can. Lucky for you, your neighbor is the sweetest man in the world and has offered to help you out when you need it. It doesn't hurt that he's the most attractive man you've ever met. But you don't have time for a relationship with anyone, you need to prepare for the baby.

tagging some mutuals below to spread the word <3

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 2 years

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hey handsome

Pairing: Biker!Steve Rogers x female!reader

Summary: Steve’s had a rough day but you know how to make it better.

Warnings: pet names [handsome, sweetheart, baby, sweet girl], smut; oral (m receiving), fluff.

Author's note: having to repost this as I'm a moron that accidently deleted it when it got flagged for the original gif I used 🙄 but here's buzzcut biker!Steve in all his glory. This sits in the same universe as burning love. (word count:1.1k)

You got the call from Nat about 20 minutes ago. There’d been a bust up at the bar with some rival gang that were trying to cause problems. It had turned into a full brawl but Nat had assured you your guys had come out on top.

Still, Steve was livid.

You don't flinch when the front door slams open. Don't move when you hear thundering footsteps stomping up the stairs. Only offering him a sly smile when the bedroom door flings open. Willing yourself not to clench your bare thighs at the sight of Steve.

“Bad day, handsome?”

You can visibly see the tension leaving Steve’s shoulders as he takes in your naked form on the edge of the bed. He steps into the room, kicking the door closed behind him with a thud.

“Oh sweetheart, you have no idea,” he almost growls, dropping to his knees in front of you. You shiver as his large calloused hands run slowly up your legs until they’re resting on your thighs.

You notice the bruises that paint his knuckles and your brow furrows. Softly, you lift his hands to your lips, kissing each knuckle. Steve’s eyes flutter closed at the tender touch of your lips, a deep sigh leaving his body.

“Did you get them all?”

Steve chuckles slightly, entwining your fingers and squeezing slightly, “every last one. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna spend the rest of the night buried in my own personal heaven.”

His hands graze your thighs again before you’re pulling his attention back to you. You grip his jaw tightly, “not tonight, handsome. Let me take care of you,” you purr, leaning close to his lips, “pants off, big boy.”

Steve laughs before pulling you forward by the back of your neck, claiming your lips in a bruising kiss until there’s no air left in your lungs. You don’t realise until you come up for air that Steve has managed to get himself out of his jeans.

You tug him down on the bed beside you, moving to straddle his thighs when he’s comfortable on his back.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he murmurs, his hands grazing every inch of your skin he can reach.

You keen under his praise, your body thrumming with excitement as you gaze at the man below you. You start by lifting the edge of his shirt up, leaning down to kiss each new part of exposed skin until he is helping you remove it completely.

Tossing the shirt to the side you frame his face in your hands, his short stubble tickling your palms as you press your lips against his. Steve’s hands rest lightly on your hips, kneading your soft curves as he moans quietly into your mouth.

You begin trailing kisses lower, kissing and nibbling your way down his neck, his torso, flicking your tongue against one of his nipples, smirking as he huffs. You chain kisses lower and lower, sinking your teeth into the waistband of his boxers, raising slightly and shooting him a wink before letting the elastic snap against his skin.

Sitting up between his legs, you run your hands up his thighs, licking your lips at the sight of his prominent bulge. Your fingers slip under the waistband, prompting him to lift his hips slightly as you pull the material down his legs. Humming as you lower yourself onto your stomach between his thick thighs.

“Gonna make you feel so good, handsome,” you purr, licking a firm strip from the base of his hard cock to his tip, moaning at the taste of him on your tongue. You wrap your hand around him, moving your wrist slowly, teasingly as you watch the way his eyes flutter closed and his head tilts back against the pillows.

You savour the warm, velvet feel of him in your hand, giving kitten licks to the glistening head as his breath hitches.

“Fuck, sweetheart, no teasing,” he grunts, his hips bucking into your fist.

You decide to have some mercy on him, wrapping your lips around his thick cock, letting your tongue swirl around the head.

His lips part in a silent moan as you lower your head further down his length, taking as much as you can. Steve’s hand tangles in your hair, his grip on the border of pain but it has a spark of pleasure shooting down your spine.

You moan around him, the vibrations causing his hips to thrust further into your mouth. You choke around him, trying to breathe through your nose as his other hand tangles in your hair as well.

“Gonna let me fuck this pretty little mouth, sweetheart?” he growls, his eyes darkened with lust which has you clenching around nothing when you catch his gaze.

You relax your throat the best you can, resting your hands on his thighs and tapping twice to let him know you’re ready.

“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me,” he whispers to himself before he’s pushing your head down on his cock. You hollow your cheeks as he lifts you almost all the way off until he’s pushing back into your mouth with renowned vigour.

Once he’s given you a chance to adjust he sets an unrelenting pace. You revel in the sound of his unabashed groans and praises. Streams of curses and feels so good and love you so much fall like a symphony from his lips. You can feel streams of drool soaking his cock with every thrust of his hips. Your finger nails dig into his muscular thighs, leaving crescent moon indents in his skin.

You choke around him as he buries himself to the hilt, your nose brushing against his soft skin as you try to breathe. You look at him from under your lashes, your eyes shining from unshed tears, lips stretched to their limit, and Steve swear he almost comes then and there.

“Shit, look at you, my sweet girl,” he hums, speeding up the rate he fucks into your mouth, “want me to come in your tight little throat? Want to taste all of me?”

Your answering moan is loud and muffled as you suck him harder. You feel his thighs tense under your fingertips as his hips stutter before you feel the warm release in your throat and on your tongue. Wrapping your hand around the base of his cock you jerk him, swallowing everything he has to offer, until he’s whining softly.

Pulling off him with a smirk you take a moment to look at him. His chest heaving, eyes closed and lips parted, his hands resting over his eyes as he comes down from his high.

You kiss your way softly up his body until you reach his lips, giving him a gentle kiss until he caresses your face and opens his eyes.

“Hey handsome,” you whisper.

“My sweet girl,” he grins, kissing you lightly.

You yelp and giggle as he flips you over suddenly, settling his weight on you as his hand roams your body, “now it’s my turn, and I don’t plan on stopping.”

I love him wholeheartedly and I'm always open for any thots on biker!Steve 💘 as always, comments and reblogs and super appreciated ✨❤️

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artificial-red-head · 8 months

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Hell Bent For Leather Part 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader, Minor Steve Rogers X Natasha Romanov

Summary: Bucky talks to you again to convince you to come back the the clubhouse. But can you trust him?

Tags/Warnings: Biker AU, Paste Abusive Relationships, Dialogue Heavy

A/N: I'm not dead. I did finish this at 3 AM so I make no promises on how good this is.

Chapter 3: All await, engine is ticking over

Bucky had another talk with Steve and Natasha in the morning. After talking with Nat about her possibly still alive, long-lost sister, she finally gave them a name.

Y/N.

The name replayed in his head. He remembers a couple of months prior to him leaving Hydra that Rumlow was throwing that name around. Back then, Bucky did not care about whatever woman Brock was trying to pursue, but now he wished he would have done something. Anything to prevent this mess of a situation from happening.

He wishes he would have shot Rumlow right between the eyes the night that he left.

Both Steve and Bucky agreed that if the woman from the diner was who they thought she was, then Bucky would take her to the clubhouse–if he could convince her. If she were anything like Natasha then she was definitely stubborn, but that was not going to stop him.

Bucky went back to the Maximoffs first, not wanting to go all the way past the motel to the diner if you were not there.

Pietro sat behind the front desk with his feet raised on the desk and flipping a butterfly knife around only stopping when he saw Bucky. He was more than willing to tell him that you had gone to the diner early that morning and were not going to be back until dark.

Bucky was not a patient man–something his ma told him quite often–and was not going to wait until you got back. He needed to talk to you now.

Under any other circumstances, he would have not been this terrified to talk to a woman. James Buchanan Barnes was a smooth talker and could get his way with just about any woman, and damn did he know it. But the more he thought about the situation the more freaked out he was, not even the rumbling of the engine in his motorcycle was enough to calm his nerves.

He sat in the little parking lot in front of the diner for a couple of minutes, mauling over his thoughts.

How would you react?

Was this a good idea?

Could he convince you?

After convincing himself that he could convince almost any woman to do just about anything he wanted–jesus, he sounded like a man whore–he finally got off his bike and went into the diner before he could psych himself out.

Upon entering the door he noticed that you now had a name tag attached to the little retro dress that you had been wearing, neither of which he had not noticed before. He stepped closer to read the name tag.

Y/N.

It could not have been a fucking coincidence he told himself.

He needed to talk to you now but from the way that you were avoiding him, he knew that you definitely did not want to talk to him. Instead of waiting for you to come to him, he sat down at one of the booths in your area, keeping his eyes down on the table until you had to come up to him.

“Why are you here?” You asked him harshly and in a lowered tone.

“I needed to talk to ya.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “I don’t even know you.”

He took a deep breath, “I’m Bucky Barnes of the Howling Commandos Motorcycle Club.”

Your eyes widened a bit at his name. You looked back at the kitchen before placing your hands down on the table and leaning over, “I'm on the clock.”

“Fine, then I would like a coffee.”

You left his table and returned with a mug and a pot of coffee–who knows how long ago it brewed–and started pouring slowly. Bucky took this as his sign to talk. “Look, I got an offer for you.”

You looked up from the coffee pot with a look in your eyes that he could not pinpoint, uncertainty maybe, but he continued, “You don't have to take it, but I think it will be better than your situation here. The club owns a bar in the next town over and we’re understaffed. You’ll be paid a hell of a lot better there and we can offer you a room at the clubhouse.”

He could see the panic on your face as soon as he mentioned the clubhouse. You placed the coffee pot roughly on the table, for a moment he thought that it would break. “I don't want a room in the clubhouse.” You stated.

“Sit down,” Bucky whispered. This was not going how he planned. “Please.”

You looked back at the kitchen again before deciding to sit down across from him.

“You were a part of Hydra.” He stated bluntly.

“How did-”

He cut you off, “It doesn't matter how I know. You're far enough out to be safe but take the job at the bar and me and my club will protect you.”

There was nervousness in your eyes as you scanned the restaurant. “No, no more clubs.” You said still not looking at him.

Bucky snapped his fingers in front of you on the table to get your attention. “Look at me, sweetheart. We’re nothing like those sick bastards, I know of the horrors that happened there because I’ve also witnessed it first hand. I’m sure you’ve heard of the Howling Commandos from someone or other that strayed from Hydra.” His voice lowered even more when he mentioned Hydra.

He took a deep breath, “If you don’t want the job that’s fine, at least come with me to our territory, you’ll have plenty of job options and I can keep an eye on ya. Please.”

You looked away from him again as you thought about it. He knew what he was saying was a lot to take in at once considering you had just recently left Hydra territory. But he was trying his hardest to convince you that you would be safer with them.

“I’ll take it.” You said, making eye contact with him but there was still nervousness in your voice.

Bucky looked you gently in the eyes and said in all sincerity, “I promise you doll, nothin’ gonna happen to you.”

Before Bucky left the diner he told you that he would meet you at the Maximoff’s after you got off of work before he took you back to the clubhouse. You had asked him how he knew that you were there and he explained to you that they were technically their territory since they were under the Camandos’ protection. And he also mentioned that Pietro had called and said that there was a possible gang member in the area. You had just huffed a small laugh at him and told him to leave before he could have gotten you into trouble.

Bucky had called from the Maximoff’s phone to tell Steve that he was successful and would be bringing you back in a couple of hours.

“Where was she?” Steve had asked.

“Working down at Peggy's old place and stayin' at the Maximoffs.”

“Sharon owns it now, doesn’t she?” Bucky could hear his sigh from the other end of the line.

“Yeah, and you should go talk to her and tell her that we just snatched one of her waitresses.”

Steve scoffed out a laugh, “And ya couldn’t have done it while you were there?”

“I was too busy trying to convince this poor girl that she should come with me to the clubhouse. She was scared out of her mind and probably thought that I was gonna bring her back to that hell hole for steppin’ in our territory.”

Steve ended up hanging up on him after he mentioned that he should have gone to see Sharon a long time ago. Better two years late than never. Steve had scoffed at him again and told him to mind his damn business.

He was sitting in the motel lobby looking at a magazine when you came back. He told you to change your clothes and pack up and he would tell Pietro and Wanda that he was getting you out of their hair. You ended up rolling your eyes at him when you thought that he was no longer looking at you.

Wanda had asked him if that was Natasha’s sister after you left. He questioned the woman and she had just told him that it was intuition. Bucky called her a witch and she shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

You came back to the lobby about fifteen minutes later with wet hair and a small bag. Bucky raised an eye at you before remembering that you were quite literally on the run from Hydra.

He told you to follow behind him on the way to the clubhouse. By now the sun was setting and the look on your face before they had rolled out of the parking lot he could tell that you were tired. Tired of working a double shift or tired of being on the road, he was unsure.

You followed quietly behind him, Bucky had to look back every once in a while to make sure that you were still there. He had made it this far and he did not want to lose you now that he was so close.

By the time you had both made it back to the clubhouse, he could tell that you were barely awake. He offered to take your bag and you did not even put up a fight, just nodded your head and held it out for him.

You followed him into the clubhouse, waking up slightly from the lights and looking around.

He saw the look in your eyes the exact moment you saw her. Your eyes had started to water.

“Natalia?”

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itiswormtimebaby · 9 months

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Steve is thankful for what you have, but knows it could be so much better, so much more.

Pairing: Biker!Steve x Apple (fem!reader)

CW: Masturbation, mature language

The Three Legged Lizard was a proud fixture in the heart of the city, a Mom and Pop diner that had been around long enough for the owners to be four or five Ma’s and Pa’s removed from the originals. Despite being of no blood relation, the current Ma, Miss Martha, truly did treat you like family; and while it wasn’t the type of place you’d dreamed of working when you were younger, back when your aspirations wouldn’t have even fit through the door, it was hard to imagine leaving it for anything else. No, you’d grown fond of the other staff, Miss Martha was extremely understanding of your circumstance and schedule, and there were a handful of regulars you’d be hard pressed to say goodbye to. However there was one rather large drawback to working at the Three Legged Lizard, mid-day week shifts were brutal in their boredom and, as someone who didn’t work nights or weekends, they were all yours. There was only so much time you could spend with your nose in a recipe book, playing cards with Tori, or wiping down the same few tables. Perhaps that was why you’d been so willing to indulge Steve Rogers affections, well, that and those beautiful blue eyes.

Even if his appearance hadn’t been so striking you would’ve remembered him, the man never deviated from his order; two slices of apple pie and a black coffee. It was unusual for even the most loyal of regulars to not switch it up at least occasionally, but he never did. While he always seemed to be in a bit of a pensive mood he was never rude and you’d quickly written it off as the byproduct of a long day, you were having plenty of those yourself. Despite how often he came in the flirtation started off rather slowly, lingering looks turned to small talk, small talk turned to a few indulgent brushes of fingers across the others’ hand or arm, a kiss on the cheek…

Months passed that way, the blonde biker worming his way into your thoughts even outside of work hours, turning from a midday companion to a late night fantasy. Pulling out your well hidden toys to try and pick the hunk of silicone that would best replicate the feel of him, pretending dark purple was soft pink flesh; you didn’t need to see it to know that man had a beautiful cock. Last week you’d left the diner at the same time, stopping to get a closer look at his bike before he walked you around back to your car. You’d spent the evening on your dryer, pretending that the heat and vibrations were the result of a different motor, rubbing your cunt against a pair of old pleather leggings in a bid to recreate the texture of his bike’s seat. You’d cum with a gasp of his name, and it only cost you having to avoid his eyes for the rest of the week. You were content to leave things as they were, each encounter giving you more fodder for delicious scenarios in which he bent you over tables, counters, his bike, hell even the dryer. Where you depleted your favorite thrusters charge trying to replicate the peak you knew he could drop you off of, where you rubbed your clit raw to the thought of his mouth, blue eyes peeking up at your from between slick drenched thighs. Yes, you could have your moments and your fantasy, you could keep everything compartmentalized. You were excelling at it as a matter of fact, then he had to go and open his mouth.

“I’m taking you out.” His eyes were bright, as was his easy grin. He didn’t seem to be asking, rather telling, and though your heart rate spiked at the mere thought, a soft fluttering of butterflies in your stomach finding the command immensely satisfying, you played it off.

“Oh you are, are you? And if I say I have a boyfriend?” Steve’s eyes widened a nearly imperceptible amount, the thought clearly hadn’t crossed his mind; in all fairness over the months of getting to know each other you’d never brought it up. Even so he was being ofaly bold.

One eyebrow arched upward in challenge; “Is that what you’re telling me? Because if so I’d say he’s an idiot for not marrying you yet.” Steve reached out and gently tapped the second finger on your left hand where it rested on the counter between you. “No ring, so either no boyfriend, or a stupid one, and I’m not afraid to fight stupid.”

You allowed your gazes to lock for a moment before releasing eye contact with a gentle shake of your head; “Something tells me you’re not afraid to fight anything, Steve Rogers. But at any rate…no, no ring, said Idiot,” you used quotations to accentuate his choice of words, “took it in the divorce.” This time it was clear by the increased amount of white that surrounded his iris that he was caught off guard, but he didn’t let it slow his stride.

“Idiot may be putting it too kindly, then. Either way we’re back to the original point- go out with me?” This time it was phrased like a question, one you were desperate to say yes too, body and mind locked up and screaming YES. YES. YES. Instead you shook your head with a small, sad smile, his name rolling off your tongue in a honeyed tone, one meant to disarm. “Steve…”

Sure he was taking the news you’d been divorced surprisingly in stride, and maybe if that was the most complicated part of your life you’d be ready to move forward but it wasn’t. You steadied yourself to deliver the final blow, his downturned lips pulling at your heartstrings. No was enough of an answer, a full sentence, but he deserved more than that, you couldn’t have him walk away thinking he’d been reading too much into a one-sided connection. It wasn’t fair.

Struggling with how to say it you finally went with; “Do you know why I’m so good at making apple pie?” You didn’t pause for an answer, not expecting one with how puzzled his expression betrayed him to be, “It’s because it’s my son’s favorite and I’ve had seven years to perfect it.”

Steve’s expression morphed into one of complete neutrality, waiting for you to continue.

“I’m not sure if that’s a deal breaker for you but-”

Words clashed as you both spoke at the same time “It’s not-” “-but even if it were,” He gestured for you to continue. “Even if it were I can’t, he’s my number one priority, and he needs stability and I can’t risk…” With a guilty expression you gesture at the leather kutte on Steve’s back, not needing to finish your sentence; I can’t risk whatever liabilities come with getting entangled in the life of a tatted up active member of a motorcycle club that doesn’t have the best reputation.

“I don’t doubt you’re a good guy, Steve, and I can’t apologize enough for how selfish I’ve been. It must seem like I’ve led you on, and I suppose I have-”

He cuts you off with a soft but firm no, refuting your words. “Apple, Honey, you don’t owe me a damn thing. You never promised me anything, I never expected anything. But I’m not going to walk it back now and pretend I’m not interested because I am.”

“If it were just me, well I’d…that is to say, I was, am, interested. This has been great here, you coming in, getting to know you. But I don’t know what this,” you wave a hand between you “looks like outside of here and I can’t risk finding out.”

Steve nods thoughtfully at your words, you were something special, the two of you could be too, and your little boy…but he knew he couldn’t say any of that, couldn’t rock the boat more than his big mouth already had. “Then don’t,” he finally says instead, “just keep giving me this.” This being your company at the diner, your easy touches and conversations over pie, your conspiratorial laughs and inside jokes.

The damned butterflies are back in your stomach, frantically working upwards, a foolish bloom of hope rooting in your chest at his words; “Okay,” you finally respond, voice barely above a whisper.

Steve leaves shortly after, mind buzzing at your revelations. They didn’t change anything of course, but if he had known to begin with he would’ve altered his approach. The purr of his bike’s engine, a soothing sound on any other day, agitates him as he thinks back to the way you’d gestured at his cut. The club. You were worried about the club. He’d have to find a way to make you see they were a family, a dysfunctional one at times but family none-the-less, you didn’t need to worry about the rest, that bond, the support it offered, made up for the rest. He weaves in and out of traffic as he speeds across town, knowing exactly where to find the two people he needed most in that moment.

He doesn’t bother knocking, using his spare key to unlock his sister, Bug’s, door. Just as he suspected he would, he finds both her and his best friend, Bucky, inside. The latter is on the floor, back to the couch seated between Bug’s spread knees, leaning into her touch as she plays with his hair. “Hey!” The girl admonishes, “Knock next time! We could’ve been-”

“Don’t,” Steve calls out, “Finish that sentence.” Something in his expression must appeal to her because she lets it drop, asking him what’s wrong instead. Bucky is also looking at him inquisitively, waiting. Steve gives them the run down as quickly as he can, before finishing with, “but my affiliation with the club shouldn’t be a deal breaker, surely I can show her that, right?”

Steve glances at his sister for reassurance, she was dating a biker after all, but instead of her normal bright smile he’s met with a guilty grimace. “Honestly speaking I can’t really say I blame her for being a bit…hesitant?”

Steve scoffs, “Seriously? Isn’t that a little hypocritical?” He gestures towards the brunette who sits up a little straighter between her legs, narrowing his eyes at the blonde as he mouths “what the fuck?” out of Bug’s eyeline.

“No, it’s not, the club, the bike, the late hours- it’s a lot even for me and our circumstances are wildly different. And besides, you don’t know what she might have already heard around town. Y’know, like if you notched your bedpost for every single man, woman, or other you’d bedded it'd be whittled to a toothpick?”

The thought of that has him indignant, and worried, with your job it WAS entirely possible you’d heard all the towns gossip; he also felt rather offended, his bedpost wouldn’t be a toothpick, and so rather petulantly he grumbles “That’d be Buck’s, not mine.” This time his best friend doesn’t even both attempting to hide his ire, “What the fuck, Man?!” Steve barely spares a glance his way, and when he does it’s not his anger he takes in, it’s his smile. Bug had clearly just whispered something in his ear that has him lighting up, already moved past his irritation.

There was a sharp pang of longing in Steve’s chest at the sight, and he knew right then he would never be content with the routine you’d settled into together- he needed more.

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