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The Sun ☀️, the Moon 🌙 & the Stars ✨

Chapter 8: Clear skies

Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Alpha!Sam Wilson x Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Word count: 5.5k

Warnings: some fluff, mentions of nightmare,

A/N: look who finally decided to update this series. This is a bit of a filler chapter. Trust me when I say next chapter will get spicy 👀👀👀👀

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Ch. 7

The date with Bucky was spent dancing, drinking wine and being completely honest with each other. He told you of his fears of losing you when you realized that he was a monster. That fear had bled into him losing Steve and Sam if he messed something up between the two of you. It was a bit of a heavy topic but it was a conversation that had to happen and you were afraid that you wouldn’t get another opportunity. You on the other hand explained your own fears, what if you weren’t a good enough omega. HOr they realized they didn’t need you. By the end of the night you both realized you had nothing to really worry about. You reassured Bucky you weren’t afraid of him and he assured you that neither him nor Steve and Sam would ever make you feel less than. The date ended with Bucky dropping you off at Mrs. Levy’s apartment and him giving you a sweet kiss.

That had been a week ago. Now you’re still adjusting to having a better relationship. This moment for example in which you stand in the dark in your room while someone knocks on your door. It was around 1:00 am and you know it’s not any of your neighbors, you barely even knew them. Still you can’t help but make your way to the door to check and sure enough you see Bucky standing on the other side.

“Bucky? What are you doing here? Is everything ok?” You ask as you open the door.

“I’m sorry darling. I tried to call you and it was going straight to voicemail and Sam and Steve are out on a mission so I started walking around the city..” he started to ramble, he looked so tired. You noticed he was wearing sweatpants along with a gray t-shirt, his leather jacket and boots.

“Hey it’s ok, come on in.” You open the door wider to let him in before shutting it again. “Do you want something to drink?”

Bucky shakes his head as he walks toward the couch in your living room.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have just shown up, you were probably sleeping.” He sighs. “It’s just I’ve been having nightmares.” He admits.

“It’s ok, you can always come find me, no matter what time it is.”

You sit next to him and place your hand on his back and start making some soothing circles.

“Are you tired?” He nods again and you take his hand in yours. Bucky moves when you tug his hand and follows you down the hall to your room.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re going to bed. You’re tired and I have to work. We need sleep.”

“I don’t think this is a good idea, darling. What about my nightmares? What if I hurt you?”

“I trust you. Now come on.” You pull on his hand but he doesn’t move.

“It’s your nest. Are you sure?”

“It’s just my bed, I don’t have a nest. And yes I’m sure.” Bucky stands in the doorway as he watches you sit at the edge of your bed, still unsure of what to do. But then you look at him and give him a sweet, tired smile and he almost melts.

Once you’ve checked your phone and plugged it in to charge you get comfortable in bed. You pat the empty space next to you but he still hesitates. You don’t rush him, instead you pull back the covers on that side and sink down further until you’re laying down. Bucky finally moves, taking off his leather jacket, boots and gloves, he finally sits at the edge of the empty side.

“Come on, hun. You need to rest.” You coo sweetly and he finally gives in. Bucky settles between your cool sheets, his head on the pillow and he sighs.

“Your bed isn’t too soft, I like it.”

“Good, now C’mere.” You open your arms to him and this time he gets closer willingly. His nose brushes up against your neck and he takes in your sweet, calming scent while one of your hands makes its way into his hair. The more you play with his hair the more he relaxes against you. “Good night, honey.” You say as you kiss his forehead.

“G’night, darlin’”

You smile as Bucky’s breathing finally evens out.

The smell of coffee wakes you up. You sit up suddenly alert, worried that someone was in your apartment before you remember that Bucky showed up during the night. His gloves are still where he left them and so is his jacket. You stretch before getting out of bed and head to the kitchen.

Bucky stands at the stove with a spatula in one hand and a plate in the other as he serves up whatever he made.

“Are you going to stand there and stare all day?” He teases without looking at you.

“How did you even know?”

“Your scent, and I heard your footsteps. Also your breathing gave you away, you’re being too loud if you’re trying to sneak up on someone.”

“I wasn’t trying to sneak around.”

“So you were just ogling me?” He turns around to finally look at you while sending a smile your way.

“Maybe, and I’m not even sorry about it.”

Bucky laughs as he sets the plate down on the counter.

“Eat.”

You look at the clock on the stove and realize you have a few minutes to spare before you have to get ready for work so you dig in. Bucky walks up behind you and places his hands on your hip as he looks over your shoulder to make sure you’re eating everything. You grab a forkful and offer it up to him, he hums in approval of his food.

“This is really good. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome darling.” He says before he peppers kisses along your shoulder and neck.

“Ok I have to go get ready for work.” You turn in his arms and pull him down to give him a quick kiss.

“I’ll drop you off at work, if that’s ok.”

“I’d like that.” You smile and disappear into your room.

“Ophelia you’re back.” You take quick steps toward her so that you can enter the building together.

“Yeah, I was going crazy in my apartment and the doctor cleared me.”

“That’s good. The second floor is a mess without you. Are you ready to start some shit?”

She looks up at you and her smile turns into a scowl. “Hell yeah I am.”

You laugh as you both reach the door. Both Ricky and Jonah are standing close by. Ricky pushes the door open and Mrs. Levy walks in first.

“Morning Ricky.” She smiles up at him and pats Jonah on his arm as she walks by. “Morning Jonah.”

“Good morning, Mrs. Levy.” They reply in unison before looking at you confused.

“Hi boys.”

“Hey. We have a meeting this morning before we open. Conference room B.” Jonah says to both of you.

“Do you know what it’s about?”

Ricky and Jonah look at each other and step closer to your desk, waving Mrs. Levy over as well.

“Don’t say anything to anyone but someone tried to break in last night.” Jonah whispers.

“What for?”

“No idea. Mr. Burke is going to give us some rules while the police investigate.”

“Could it have been the same person that attacked me?” Mrs. Levy asked, she looked scared.

“Honestly we aren’t sure. But don’t worry, we won’t let what happened last time happen again.” Jonah reassured her. “Why don’t I walk you up to your desk?”

“I’d appreciate that, thank you.”

Jonah offers her his arm and she gladly takes it before walking down the hallway. You turn and start putting your purse away before getting ready for the morning meeting.

“Should we be worried?” You asked Ricky. He sighed as he leaned against the countertop.

“I think everyone needs to be more aware of their surroundings. I would even suggest you ask your alphas for more self defense lessons, just to be safe.”

“You could have just said yes.” You say while pulling out your phone and messaging Sam, Steve and Bucky in the group chat.

“Sorry, sweets. Now come on, let's get to this meeting.”

“Good morning everyone.” Mr. Burke said from the front of the room. “I know this is a last minute meeting and I appreciate everyone for being able to join.” He clears his throats before he continues. “Last night our alarm system went off and I, along with Jonah our head of security, were called in and met with some police officers. They made us aware that someone tried to break into our facility. Now I know we had an attempted break a couple of years back and it was really nothing to worry about. This is different. Both Y/N and Mrs. Levy were physically assaulted and that is unacceptable. So until the cops are able to make an arrest we will have some ground rules that Jonah will explain.”

“Thank you Mr. Burke. We have spoken with the local precinct and they have agreed to have a couple of uniformed officers at our doors in the mornings before we open and the evenings after we close. If you have to leave at a later time please let me know so that we can have a security guard stay behind. We also want to put in place a buddy system, someone that you can walk in and out of work with until this is resolved. Does anyone have questions?”

“What if they don’t catch whoever did this?” Someone asks from the back of the room.

“Well our hope is that someone is caught soon. Jonah and myself are working on a plan to keep us safe. Any other questions.”

No one said anything but there were whispers among the staff. Mrs. Levy leaned into you and asked if you’d be her buddy and you of course agreed.

Other than the meeting and the worry about someone trying to hurt another coworker or trying to get some type of information the day was uneventful. At around noon you received a text from Bruce asking if you’d come to the tower after work.

“Hey, Sweets. We need to talk.” Jonah says while he walks towards your desk with Ricky right behind him.

“What’s up?”

“Well, Ricky and I have been talking. Since everything with Bucky went well I think it’s time.”

“For what?” You look up at him in confusion.

“For the pack dinner. You know it’s a tradition.”

“Oh come on are you kidding me?”

“We agreed to this a long time ago. If one of us gets into a relationship we have some type of get together to make sure they’ll treat you right. We always do it with Ricky.”

“Yeah well it’s because he made dumb choices until he met Jules.” You smile.

“We’re doing it and that’s final,” Ricky pipes up. “And I have Sam’s number so I can just text him about it.”

“Ok, I’ll tell them but I get to pick what we do.”

“Fine. We just want to keep you safe, sweets. No need to get upset.”

“I know and I will always appreciate you for it.”

“Ok well now that that is settled we have to go do a perimeter check. Tell us what you picked.”

“I will.” You grumble.

When the day was done you accompanied Mrs. Levy back to her apartment before you headed to the tower.

“So you just wanted to do a check up?” You ask as you sit on the stool Bruce had pulled out for you.

“Yeah, your case is extraordinary and I’d like to record a few things as time goes on.”

“How extraordinary are we talking about here?”

“There aren’t a lot of documented cases like this. Most of them are really old and they didn’t have the technology we have at our disposal. This could be a great step in the right direction to help other people that are undesignated.”

You purse your lips as you think about it. On one hand you hated being in labs and anything that reminded you of doctors and medical procedures but on the other you remember what it feels like to think something is wrong with you.

“Will it be anything invasive?”

“No, just some scans of your neck and blood work. If we ever find something worth looking into we can sit down and talk about it then.” He informs you as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Ok, I’ll do it.”

“This is great Y/N you have no idea how many people this could help.”

“I hope it really does.”

Bruce moves to another station and you follow him, sitting on the chair he points at. He moves around grabbing whatever supplies he needs. The glass doors slide open behind you and the scent is an all too familiar one. You look over your shoulder to see Sam still in his tactical gear and a large case in his hands. He hasn’t realized that you’re there yet, it’s obvious he’s focused on finding someone.

“Banner?”

“In the back, Sam.”

You turn around completely and are met with Sam. His eyes light up when he realizes it’s you. He puts the case down on one of the tables before walking up to you and kissing you in that way that says I missed you.

“This is a nice surprise, what’s going on? Everything ok with you?”

“Yes, everything is ok. It’s just a check up and Bruce wants to do some research.”

“And you’re ok with that?” Sam looks over at Bruce.

“Yeah, it’s just a quick check up. It could help other people like me so why not.”

“Ok well, don’t leave when you’re done. Steve has been dying to see you too.” He gives you another quick kiss. “I’ll go shower and come back to get you ok.”

“I’d like that. I missed you.” You smile up at him.

“Miss you too sunshine.” Sam tells you before kissing your forehead. He turns to leave and says over his shoulder. “Take care of my girl Bruce.”

“Will do.” He pushes his glasses up his nose. “Shall we get started?”

You only nod in response.

“Oh wait,” you say just as Bruce was going to start drawing blood. “I’ve been meaning to ask you, Since Bucky and Steve both have the serum, do you think regular birth control would work? That’s probably a stupid question.”

“No it isn’t. The short answer is I’m not sure. But I can run some tests and maybe develop something just for you.”

“I’d really appreciate that, thank you.”

“It’s what I’m here for.” He smiles at you.

Sam walks through the sliding doors of the lab freshly showered. His scent wraps deliciously around you the closer he gets.

“Are you done sunshine?”

“Yes, take me away from this horrible place.” You say before hugging him.

“I heard that.”

“You were meant to.” You could hear Bruce’s chuckle. Look up at Sam you say. “Ready when you are.”

“Let’s go.”

Sam intertwines his fingers with yours when he grabs your hand and pulls you out of the lab. In the elevator he stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. As the elevator moves up higher you can feel him scenting you. His nose moves along the top of your shoulder and toward your neck. You shiver when he gets to your mating gland.

“Sam.” you whine as you push yourself into him. The elevator dings and the doors open, effectively popping the little bubble you had created.

Sam smiles as he takes your hand and leads you down the hallway. He opens the door to his apartment and lets you walk in first. You shouldn’t be but you’re surprised how nice their apartment is. The decor is simple and the color palette is mostly neutrals or dark blues but the space is inviting and warm.

“There you are.” Steve says as he gets up from the couch and wraps his arms around your waist.

“Steve,” your arms wrap around his shoulders and you hide your face in the space between his neck and shoulder. You could feel how tense he was with how tightly he was holding on to you. “I missed you.”

“Miss you too sweetheart.”

“Hey darling, why didn’t you tell me you had an appointment? I would have picked you up.” Bucky says as he walks down the stairs to join the rest of you.

“Well Bruce messaged me around lunchtime and there’s this whole mess at work.” You say as you let Steve lead you to the couch. He pulls you onto his lap.

“What’s going on with work?”

You sigh and explain everything from the break in to the investigation and the buddy system they had put in place.

“I don’t know, it's just weird. We don’t keep a lot of money in there so why would anyone want to break in?”

“Do you have a lot of anything?”

You think through the services provided at the center. “Mostly information. We have our own type of social workers to help people fill out benefits or get help they need.”

“Maybe whoever broke in is looking for someone’s information. Especially if you keep paper copies.” Bucky offers.

You pull your phone out and you send Jonah a quick message.

“Have you had dinner yet?” Steve asks.

“Nope, I didn’t think you’d be back today so I was actually going to ask Bucky if he wanted to go out. But since you’re all here can we have dinner together?”

“Absolutely, sweetheart.”

“Alright let’s go make dinner boys, our cute omega is joining us.”

All four of you head to the kitchen, your offer to help is shut down immediately. Instead Steve picked you up with ease and sat you on the counter. The three alphas worked together effortlessly, moving around the kitchen like they’ve done it a hundred times before. They would stop in front of you and steal kisses or make you try something. Music played from a speaker they had set up. You joked and teased each other and for the first time in a long time you felt like you had a place in the world. When dinner was served Sam had pulled you into his lap instead of you sitting in your own chair.

“You’re just going to have to get used to being in our arms sunshine.” He said with a smile.

“Oh no, however will I cope with such a horrible fate.” You deadpanned and the three alphas chuckled. Clearing your throat you get their attention. “Actually there is something that I wanted to talk to you about.”

Sam, Bucky and Steve look at each other and then back at you. All of them straightening their postures.

“So you know that Jonah and Ricky and well Jules now too, they're my best friends and pack.” They nod along. “Well we have this thing where whoever is dating someone, we together to meet them just to make sure they’ll treat our friend right and fit into our pack.”

“But we already know each other.” Steve says both slightly confused and nervous that Jonah, Ricky and Jules might think they aren’t good enough for you.

“I know but it’s our tradition and it would mean so much to me. It’s like if you were meeting my family for the first time. It’s actually where I left from when we met Bucky. Jonah and I were meeting Jules for the first time. I get it if you can’t make it because of work. This was really dumb of me to ask you probably have more impor-“

“We’ll do it, Sunshine. Especially if it’s pimportant to you.”

“Absolutely.” Steve and Bucky agree and smile at you.

“Really?”

“Of course we’re sure. Just tell us when and where and we’ll be there.” Bucky sends a wink in your direction.

You sigh happily and start eating unaware of the three alphas with dopey grins. They were happy because you were happy and they couldn’t ask for anything more at the moment.

“So what is laser tag?”

“Buck, I have no clue.”

You were listening to the conversation happening in your living room and trying to stifle your laugh. Sometimes you’d forget that Steve and Bucky are literally almost 100 years old. So something like laser tag wouldn’t make sense to them.

“It’s not nice to make fun of our elders.” Sam walked up behind you. His strong arms wrapping around your waist. You laughed at his comment.

“They’re the hottest senior citizens I’ve ever seen.”

“You know we can hear you right.” Bucky leaned over just enough so that he could look at you.

“We know, and it’s time to go or we’ll be late.”

Steve and Bucky were out the door first, followed by Sam and you were last so that you could lock the door. As you step out into the hallway you tense up immediately and they notice. The spike of fear in your scent. There was a scent in the air that you didn’t necessarily recognize but still caused you to panic slightly. There was something about it that reminded you of your childhood.

“Hey sweetheart, look at me will you.” Steve’s hands cupped your face softly. He guided you so that your eyes would meet his and he could see as well as smell your fear. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I-I don’t kn-know. The sc-scent?” You stuttered through what you were trying to say.

“Ok, it’s ok. Maybe it’s a new neighbor or someone visiting. But let’s calm you down first ok.”

You nod. Steve pulls you into his chest and you inhale his familiar and comforting scent. He tells you to take another deep breath while Sam locks your door. Bucky was already walking down the hallway trying to decipher where that scent was coming from but even with his enhanced sense of smell he couldn’t find the source.

“Do you want to cancel today? We can call Jonah and let him know.” Steve offered but you shook your head. “Ok, let’s go then. It could be good for you to get out of here.”

“Ok.”

Steve kept an arm around your waist as you left your apartment building. He didn’t let go until you reached the car and he opened up the door to let you in. You took the back seat with Bucky. He pulled you into his side and you buried your face into his neck. You stay cuddled up with Bucky until you reach your destination. The three alphas kept you entertained while Sam tried to explain what laser tag was.

When you get out of the car Jules rushes over. She had a beaming smile that faltered just for a moment when she saw you. It was still obvious you were shaken up and she immediately glared at the three men behind you. You welcomed her hug, it seemed like the presence of another omega calmed you down enough. Jonah and Ricky stand behind both of you, their arms crossed, ready to defend you if necessary.

“We’re going to the restroom first, we'll be right back.” You say with a soft smile for your alphas. All five alphas watch you and Jules walk into the building, which used to be a warehouse.

“Why was she upset?”

“We were leaving her apartment and when she stepped out into the hallway there was a scent that really affected her. Bucky searched to see if he could find where it was coming from but nothing.” Sam explained.

“And you thought bringing her here was a good idea?”

“We told her we could call you and cancel but she didn’t want to. Maybe this will be good for her, we promise we would never hurt her.”

Both Ricky and Jonah seemed unconvinced and their postures remained the same. It wasn’t until you came back out that they relaxed, but slightly.

“Hey guys, are you ready to go?”

“Yeah. Do you want to do teams or solo?” Jonah asked as he turned to you.

“Solo, why is that even a question. I don’t want any of you to drag my score down.”

You all entered the repurposed warehouse. While the outside looked old and weathered, the inside looked brand new. The place was huge and it was divided up to have an area for arcade games, a bar and your favorite thing of all, laser tag. Jonah and Ricky had been the ones to introduce you to the game when you first started. It seemed that having to learn to sneak around in your childhood did come in handy.

Once you got to the counter and paid for a 15 minute group session one of the teenagers behind the counter explained how the game works to Steve and Bucky. You pulled out your phone and even recorded them a bit, the confusion on their faces was incredible. After they were done and understood it a bit better you received your gear and the other teenager led you to the maze-like room you’d be using.

The room was dark, with only black lights lighting up the crazy patterns on the wall and carpet. There were a few low glowing lights that lined the floor so that you could move around without hitting the walls but other than that you were on your own.

“Have fun.” The kid at the door said before closing it.

“Your time starts now.” A voice said overhead and then music started to play.

All hell broke loose as you grabbed Jules’ hand and disappeared further into the room. Not before pointing your fake gun in the direction of the alphas and hitting two of them. You knew it because of the way the vest attached to the gun lit up. It was very hard for you to not laugh, considering you now had two super soldiers in the room. Before agreeing to play laser tag you had talked to Jules and planned out your strategy. It was you two against the alphas but they didn’t know it. She heads in one direction and you head in the other. You put your hand over your mouth trying to keep your giggles from giving away your position. You slowly turn a corner and run into Jonah first, you point and shoot. The. You’re running around a corner while he lets out an annoyed huff.

You’ve run into all of them except for one, Bucky. It’s the one person you’re now determined to find. Slow measured steps take you around the less crowded section of the room. You can feel him before you see him but you know he’ll shoot you and you want to win.

“Ow.” You say as you double over and suddenly Bucky has walked out from the shadows and is at your side.

“Darling are you ok? Let me see where you’re hurt.”

You stand back up and smile before pulling the trigger on your laser gun. Your arm wraps around his neck and you pull him down for a quick kiss.

“Sorry honey.”

You start to walk away from a stunned Bucky.

“Hey, that’s not fair.”

“All is fair in love and laser tag.” You call over your shoulder as you run off to find Steve again.

You find him about to turn in another direction and you shoot. He looks your way and lets out an annoyed huff. Steve stalks his way over to you and he wraps an arm around your waist.

“You’re not being fair omega.” He growls in your ear and it sends a shiver down your spine.

“Your time is up.” The same voice from earlier says and the round is over.

“Let’s go.”

You grabbed his hand and started walking toward the exit. Everyone met up just outside the door and waited for one of the people working the laser tag area to come get the equipment.

“Room three. Here are your scores.” One of the teenagers pointed toward the board.

“Seems like you keep your title as the undefeated queen of laser tag.”

“You’re damn right I do, Ricky.” You say as you hand over the vest and gun. The board still had the scores up and other than you being first, everyone else was off by a point or so except for Steve who was dead last. “Wow Stevie, that is a horrible score.”

His strong arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you into his chest.

“Well I didn’t know you were a cheater and my gun wasn’t working.”

“Sure, old man.” You smirk up at him. “We just found what you suck at.” You kiss his cheek before turning around to everyone else. “Drinks?”

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Jules had been a lifesaver, she had called ahead to the bar and reserved a table towards the back of the bar area. She sat on one side of the table between Ricky and Jonah while you ended up between Sam and Bucky. Steve had an arm around the back of Sam’s seat and you could feel his fingers gracing your back slightly. Apparently it was a staring competition and Jules looked the meanest.

“So…” you tried to get someone to talk but no one would say anything. “Anyone else hungry? They have really good mozzarella sticks here.”

Sam is the first to break his gaze away from your friends and his eyes soften when they meet yours. They did that a lot you had realized recently. The way they looked at you and each other was different from the way they looked at the rest of the world.

“What else do you want, sunshine?”

“I’d like for the staring contest to be over.” You kissed his cheek. “Come on, let's go to the bar and put an order in while they do whatever this is.”

Sam is more than happy to follow you. Once you’re at the bar he stands behind you, his hands caress your waist as you both wait for the bartender. Sam gives his drink order along with Bucky and Steve’s while you do the same for you and your friends. As you wait you turn in Sam’s arms just so that you can look up at him.

“Do you think they’ve calmed down?”

“Not yet, but if it makes you feel any better we are very nervous.”

“What, why?”

“Because we don’t want to mess this up. It's important to you so it’s important to us and we don’t want to disappoint you.”

You pulled away from him slightly. “You could never disappoint me.”

“I hope so, sunshine.” Sam gave you a quick kiss just as the bartender set down your order in front of you. When you walk back to your table everyone is still staring at each other.

“Ok can you cut the shit already.” You said as you placed a beer in front of Ricky.

“Sweets, this is the first time you bring someone for the pack to meet. It’s our job to make sure they’ll treat you right and do all the things alphas are supposed to do for omegas.”

“Yeah but you do that by talking, not by staring at each other.”

“Fine,” Jules says as she sits up and stares at your alphas. “If her life were in danger would you sacrifice yourself to save her?”

“Jules!”

“Yeah.”

“Absolutely.”

“Without a doubt.”

All of them answered without hesitation. You looked at each of them bewildered.

“Would you kill someone if it meant keeping her alive?”

“Yes.” Again they answered as if it was obvious they’d do anything for you.

“Works for me.” Jules says as she takes a sip of her drink.

Ricky and Jonah nod in agreement and you’re still sitting there with your mouth hanging open. No one else seemed fazed by the questions or the answers except for you.

“Is that really it?”

“Yeah.” Jules replies. “I mean let’s be completely honest, they’re avengers sweets. We were just worried someone might want to hurt you to get to them. We want to know they’ll keep you safe. Personally they’ve had my approval since the day at the park.”

“We know you’re good men. All three of you. But she’s our little sister, we just want the best for her.” Jonah added.

“Also Mrs. Levy threatened us if we didn’t make this a bit difficult for them.” Ricky added at the end. “She’s really taken a liking to you, sweets.”

“Well that’s because I’m fucking awesome. So cheers to me.”

You raise your glass and take a sip. The others snicker at your response before taking a sip of their own drinks. For the rest of the night everyone relaxes and you’re able to enjoy the company of your friends and mates. You smile to yourself because of the warm feeling in your chest. One you had felt only once before, whe. You met Jonah and Ricky.

You felt like you belonged.

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late-to-the-party-81 · 23 days

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For the very first time - Chapter 5

[or 5 times the Cap Quartet slept with each other and 1 time they slept all together]

AN: So, I was going to post this yesterday, but then realised it would get hidden under a mountain of boop, lol. So have some Sam/Steve time. This is set after the events of CA:TWS, when Sam and Steve are following leads on Bucky around the world. Catch up on Chapter 4 here.

Beta’d by @kingofsorrow20

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Chapter Summary: Looking for Bucky, and Steve is frustrated. It’s a good thing that Sam is there to help him get out of his head and indulge him.

Chapter Relationship: Sam x Steve

Chapter Word count: 3.9k

CW: Mild Angst, referenced masturbation, Accidental Porn watching, Kink reveal, Daddy Kink, Friends to lovers, Top Sam, Bottom Steve, Pleasure Dom Sam, Sub Steve, Multiple orgasms, Super-soldier refractory period, Blow job, Anal fingering, Anal Sex.

Sam and Steve - late 2014

“A waste of fucking time,” Steve bit out as he walked into the hotel room and threw himself down on the bed. It was probably a good thing that Sam had been in charge of the keycard and therefore opening and closing the door - Steve would probably have taken it off its hinges with the mood he was in.

He was lying on his back, one arm thrown over his face, and was trying to toe off his shoes at the same time. Everything just felt like too much of an effort.

It had been several months since the Triskelion and Bucky’s re-emergence and then subsequent disappearance. Steve had been obsessively scouring all of the intel he could get hold of through Maria’s new job with Stark and the remains of Nat’s assets. He’d flown all over the world, following up on sightings and even rumours, but no luck. Every time he arrived somewhere it was to find out that Bucky had already moved on, if he’d even been there in the first place.

At least, for the most part, he’d had Sam with him. Sam, who’d barely known him and Nat when he’d agreed to aid them in their effort to take down HYDRA. Sam, the voice of reason, telling him when to stop, when to slow down and rest. Sam, the bonafide bad-ass who had now saved Steve by the skin of his teeth on more than one occasion. Sam, who was so god-damn attractive it should be illegal.

Nat, the loving friend that she was, had given him just enough details about what was under those tight-fit pants to make his general appreciation of Sam blossom into a full blown crush. Okay, Sam had helped with that by just being, well, Sam. Charismatic. Supportive. And as already stated, a badass.

Steve moved his arm from off his face and peered out from under his lashes. Sam was pottering around the small room, tidying up what very little mess there was, and then, unintentionally, set Steve’s heart racing when he pulled his shirt off over his head before picking up the towel from the end of one of the queen beds in the room.

“I’m gonna get a shower before you get in there and use up all the hot water,” Sam teased, grinning at Steve’s prone form. Steve flipped him the bird as Sam turned away with a chuckle and made his way into the small hotel bathroom.

This was always the worst part, Steve thought. Knowing that Sam was only a few feet away. Naked. And with his enhanced hearing he could hear Sam when he hummed or whistled under the spray. He’d also heard Sam do other things while in the shower, which had led to Steve, ashamedly, copying along and wondering what Sam actually looked like when he…

Steve shook his head. He should not be thinking about his friend like that, even if he knew that friend liked guys as well as girls, the way that he did himself. Even if Sam liked to flirt with him and leave him flustered. He should be concentrating on finding Bucky, because Bucky needed him.

The shower shut off and a minute later Sam reappeared, towel wrapped around his waist, chest still damp, and clutching his pants and underwear.

“All yours, Rogers. The pressure’s good too. Maybe a good shower will help you get out of your bad mood. I’m gonna order room service, cos I’ll be damned if I’m getting dressed to go out again. Want me to order the works?”

There he was again, looking out for Steve. ‘The works’ was code for ‘a super-soldier amount of food’. By ordering for himself he was making it look as though he wasn’t actively ensuring that Steve didn’t pass out from hunger. It apparently hadn’t taken long for Sam to get Steve’s number, although he wouldn’t put it past Nat to be slipping Sam information. Hell, she probably even had a dossier labelled ‘Dealing with Steve Rogers’.

“Sounds good. Thanks Sam,” Steve replied before sitting up and shucking his own shirt. He hesitated a moment, but realising how much time they’d already spent together, he also stripped out his jeans and socks and made his way into the bathroom in just his boxer briefs. Despite facing away from Sam, he got the feeling that the other man was watching him the whole time.

His shower took him ten minutes, and somehow, Steve managed to not jack off while he was in there, despite the urge being quite high. It did mean, however, that he had to try and hide his half-chub by holding his underwear in his hands in front of his towel before walking to the far side of his bed so that Sam couldn’t see him.

For his part, Sam wasn’t really paying attention. He’d changed into a pair of grey sweats and a red sleeveless tee and was currently standing at the hotel room door, accepting the trolley of food that had been sent up for them. On the surface it looked like a veritable feast, but Steve knew from experience that it was only just enough to keep his body going until the morning. There had to be some downsides to the serum, and having to spend a large portion of his back-pay on groceries and protein shakes was one of them.

Steve changed into his own sweats -navy - and his own tee - white and looking like it was a size too small - before moving across the room to investigate what Sam had ordered. His face lit up as he took in the selection.

“Thanks, Sam. You know me so well,” he exclaimed as he claimed the triple stack burger with its accompanying tower of onion rings and bucket of fries.

“No problem,” Sam replied. “Come on, let’s sit and watch some TV. We can eat on my bed, but wheel that trolley round your side. I’ve got all I want here.” He gestured to a large bowl of what looked like chicken and spicy rice that he’d placed on one of the side tables of his bed. Steve gave him a small nod, and then the pair of them got themselves comfortable.

Sam picked up the remote and flicked through several channels, before settling on a rerun of Hell’s Kitchen. “This okay with you?”

“Sure,” Steve mumbled around his burger. “I don’t want something I need to concentrate on.”

The next thirty minutes passed and Steve made his way through the pile of food that Sam had ordered for him, although Sam did steal a few fries from him once he’d finished his own meal.

“You could have ordered some for yourself,” Steve jokingly chastised.

“Like you’ll miss five fries, you lug.” Sam jostled his arm against Steve’s and then they were both chuckling. The credits began to roll and Steve picked up the remote to find something else to put on. He flicked through the channels, the choices getting stranger and more niche the further up the list he went until….

“Fuck me, Daddy!”

Steve flushed, realising he’d scrolled as far as the porn channels and became very aware that he was sitting very close to Sam while on the screen a twinky young man was getting a good going over by a larger, burlier one.

“Ummm,” he stuttered out. He turned his head to look at Sam, but found the other man looking back at him with a grin on his face, but an unreadable look in his eyes.

“Didn’t know you had a ‘Daddy’ kink, Steve. But to each their own. Which one are you?”

Sam was teasing him. Obviously. But Steve found he couldn’t speak. His mouth had gone dry and in his mind’s eye he was lying on his back, Sam folding him in half, splitting him open and…

He must have been sitting silent and wide-eyed for too long, because he came back to himself, blinking at the sound of a deep chuckle, while the porno continued to play in the background.

“Oh, sugar. You’re gagging for it, aren’t you? And from the look on your face, you don’t want to be the Daddy. But are you looking for one?” Sam’s voice dropped even lower. “Want me to be your Daddy, Steve?”

“I - umm.” Steve’s brain was not co-operating, but that was probably because all his blood was in his dick, obscenely tenting his sweats, as his eyes roved of their own accord over Sam’s muscular body. Sam lifted his hand and cupped Steve’s face, brushing his thumb over one of Steve’s cheeks.

“You’re not as subtle as you think when you’re checking someone out. And that’s okay. I had a feeling there was something here when we first met, and then Nat confirmed it. But it’s down to you. We don’t have to do anything about it, if you don’t want to. Can forget this even happened, and just be friends. But I gotta let you know, you’re a sweet looking thing, Steve Rogers, and I care an awful lot for you. I’d be honoured to help you work out a little tension, if you’ll let me.”

Steve felt like a deer caught in headlights, an eerily familiar sensation. He wanted. Oh, how he wanted. But he was also conflicted. He was looking for Bucky. Bucky who he loved and now knew was alive. Should he do this? Indulge himself? He’d had no such qualms when he’d slept with Nat, and it wasn’t as though he didn’t have feelings for Sam as well, but the confusing thoughts swirled around in his mind.

“Talk to me, Steve. What’s going on in that enhanced brain of yours?” Sam was still gently stroking his face, not making any other move to touch him. Steve looked him straight in his eyes, saw the affection as well as the lust that was now clearly telegraphed and his defences, his reservations, ebbed away.

“Make me stop thinking, Sam. Please!” His plea was almost whispered - raw and desperate.

Sam’s smile widened as he shifted and moved closer, leaning over Steve as he sat on the bed and brought their lips together.

Since waking up, despite what Nat had initially thought, Steve hadn’t been celibate, having sought out a few anonymous hook-ups with both men and women. The only problem had been that most people had assumed that because of his size that he’d naturally want to be in charge and while that may sometimes have been the case, it wasn’t what he wanted all of the time. However, as soon as Sam kissed him, leaned into it with natural dominance, Steve knew that Sam got him. Knew what Steve needed in the here and now. His heart sang and he felt no guilt as he turned himself over to the sensations.

He reached out, his hand curling into the front of Sam’s shirt just as Sam’s tongue demanded entry to his mouth. He let it in gladly, enjoying the soft urgency, filled with want, but also unhurried. He whined, his own tongue joining in the dance as Sam pressed him back onto the bed, lying on top of him. Steve didn’t know how long they made out for, slow and easy, with their bodies pressed together and their cocks brushing against each other through their clothes, but he could feel impatience - a neediness - burning through his veins, and when he began to roll his hips, in search of more friction, Sam broke away with a chuckle.

“Feeling needy, Steve? What do you want from me?” Sam questioned him gently, no doubt aware of how Steve was floating off into a different headspace. He dipped his head and nuzzled at Steve’s throat before latching onto a patch of skin and sucking a mark onto it. “We could just do this - make out and rub against each other? Or I could put my hand on you, stroke your no doubt pretty cock until you come and cry? Or we could go further? I could open you up, stretch you out and fuck you until you don’t know your own name?”

Steve let out a moan, his eyelids fluttering at the mental image Sam had painted for him. Sam just moved to the other side of his neck, raising a matching mark that would unfortunately fade too soon. “Words, sugar. Need to know you’re on board.” He reached down, open palm skimming over Steve’s chest, brushing against one of his nipples, causing it to peak under his shirt. Then, without warning, Sam pinched at it, and Steve wailed, the pain and the pleasure merging into one.

“Fuck me!” Somehow, he managed to make his voice work. “Please! Want you in me.”

Lazily, Sam brushed his palm over Steve’s other nipple, and gave it the same treatment.

“Who do you want in you, sugar?” he asked as he tweaked on the stiff nub.

“Daddy!” Steve cried out. “Wan’ Daddy to fuck me.”

Sam captured his lips again, and while Steve was dizzy and disoriented from the sudden harshness of it, Sam stripped him of his t-shirt, only breaking the kiss to pull the fabric over Steve’s head.

Sam then moved back, stepping off the bed, quickly removing his own clothes and turning off the TV. Steve couldn’t move from where he was, his hands lying on the bed level with his head and his eyes squarely on Sam’s cock which bobbed in front of him, already shiny on the end with precum. Steve’s lips felt dry and he couldn’t help but wet them with his tongue, eliciting yet another rumbling laugh from Sam.

“You’re cock-drunk already and I haven’t even started with you.”

He stepped closer again, his fingers curling around the waistband of Steve’s sweats, and perfunctorily peeled them from his body. Steve’s own cock bounced and slapped against his abs. Discarding Steve’s pants on the floor, Sam reached out and walked two fingers up the rigid length of Steve, from base to tip.

“Well, what do we have here? This all for me, baby?”

“‘S,” Steve mewled. “For you, Daddy.”

“And if Daddy was in the mood to ride this perfect cock, would you let him?” A disappointed noise left Steve’s throat at the question, because if that’s what Sam wanted then Steve would happily let him, but he just really wanted to be fucked right now - feel that stretch and burn and the almost overwhelming feeling of his prostate being rubbed just right by that perfect looking cock.

As if he could read Steve’s mind, Sam lay his hand flat on Steve’s abdomen and stroked upwards, soothing him. “It was just a question for another time, baby. I’m not gonna go back on my promise to turn you into a mess on my dick.”

“Yeah.” Steve shook his head earnestly. “‘Nother time. Let you do wha’ you want. But I need you.”

Sam gave him a knowing smile, before he dipped down to his bag, rummaging through it for a few moments before pulling out a bottle of lube. Then, with a broad grin, he crawled back up onto the bed, between Steve’s thighs.

“Pass Daddy a pillow, sugar.” At Sam’s gentle command, Steve reached up and snagged the one he wasn’t resting his head on, passing it down to Sam’s waiting hand. Then, with a tap to his hip, Steve planted his feet flat on the bed and lifted himself, so that Sam could wedge the pillow under his ass.

“Keep your legs like that,” Sam directed and Steve nodded his head, lower lip caught between his teeth. Sam flicked open the cap of the lube and squirted some out into his right palm, before taking a firm hold of Steve’s cock and starting to jerk it.

“Do you know how many times you can come, Steve? I take it you can recover quickly?”

Steve nodded again, before realising that Sam actually wanted a verbal answer. “F-four,” he replied. “‘Ve done four on my own.”

“Good boy,” Sam drawled, speeding up the motion of his hand so that his thumb pressed up Steve’s frenulum and over his tip, mixing the lube and Steve’s pre-cum together. “You come when you want. I’m gonna give you as many as you can handle.”

With his free hand, Sam stroked over Steve’s body, sliding up to play with his nipples again, before going lower and cupping Steve’s heavy balls. He even dipped his head and mouthed at the soft skin of Steve’s thighs. All throughout he mumbled soft words of praise and encouragement, and it didn’t take long for Steve to reach his first peak. His hands fisted the sheet and his back arched as his cock jerked in Sam’s hold, shooting spurts of sticky, white cum over Sam’s fingers and his own stomach.

“There you go, sugar. One down…” Sam lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked Steve’s spend from them, a sight so down-right filthy that Steve’s eyes widened and he squirmed on the sheets. Sam just smiled back at him, before scooping more of the puddle up and moving his hand between Steve’s legs.

When Sam’s fingers connected with his hole, Steve shuddered, his cum still warm and slippery and Sam gently massaged at the taut ring of muscle. Steve tried to relax his body and let the sensations wash over him, but it wasn’t long before his cock was rock hard again and he was pressing up against Sam’s hand. Sam added more lube to his fingers, spreading it liberally, before pressing in with one finger. Steve let out a wordless moan, his body inviting the invading digit with ease.

Sam pumped it in and out, quickly able to press the whole length of his finger inside Steve. He added a second, and Steve could almost hear the smirk on his face when Steve let out another groan. Sam spent a few minutes scissoring his fingers, stretching Steve out, before he crooked his fingers and Steve jerked like a puppet on a string. With a smile on his face, that Steve could only just see from under his lowered lashes, Sam started to rub gentle circles over Steve’s prostate.

Steve was no stranger to a prostate massage, but it had been a long time since he’d had one so good. His cock was already twitching, precum coming out in little spurts with every press against that small organ inside him.

“Daddy…” he cried out, hoping Sam understood his need.

“Just relax,” Sam coaxed, wrapping his free hand back around Steve’s flushed cock and stroking in time with the pumps of his fingers. “There we go. Let it happen. Come for Daddy, baby.”

This time, it felt like a river - an endless stream - of cum just flowing from him and Steve writhed with the pleasure of it.

Sam repeated the same thing when he added a third finger, rubbing over Steve’s spot, almost to the point of overstimulation, and firmly stroking Steve until he started to shudder. Sam this time took the tip of Steve’s cock in his mouth, sucking firmly, making it feel as though he was drawing the cum from him.

After that third orgasm, though, Sam finally gave Steve what he wanted, removing his hand and shuffling closer on his knees, before pressing his own weeping cock against Steve’s lax hole. He slid in easily, pressing in almost to the hilt on the first thrust, Steve’s primed body accepting him without complaint. He started thrusting slowly, taking the time to get to know Steve’s body like this - for them to both get used to it. He carefully avoided hitting Steve’s sensitive prostate head on, wanting to give him a reprieve for a short time and give himself time to enjoy this. Instead he leant over, his hands coming down onto the bed next to Steve’s own hands.

“Open your eyes, Steve. Look up at me.”

Steve dragged his eyes open, the delicate lids feeling as though they were weighed down with concrete.

“You’re so pretty, sugar,” he drawled and then ducked his head down, taking Steve’s lower lip between his teeth and giving it a nip. Steve squeaked and bucked his hips up.

“More, Daddy. Please.”

“Don’t be a brat,” Sam cautioned as he dropped kisses over Steve’s collarbone and upper chest. “Just trust me. I’ll get you there. Now, wrap your legs around me.”

As Steve did so, his hips tilted a bit more, making it easier for Sam to slide his cock back and forth over Steve’s prostate. Steve drew in a ragged breath as he felt his nebulous fourth orgasm start to coalesce somewhere in his balls. His cock was trapped against Sam’s firm stomach, and his previous spend was easing the way.

Steve was starting to feel overwhelmed by it all, his hands carefully gripping Sam’s shoulders as he rolled his body to meet each one of Sam’s thrusts.

“Where do you want Daddy’s cum, baby? Do you want me to make a mess of your slutty hole?”

Steve couldn’t think of a single thing that would be better. “Yes,” he moaned out with enthusiasm. “‘M a dirty slut for you, Daddy.”

“And are you gonna come with me?” Sam asked, slyly.

“Yeah. Gon’ come. So close.” His words were slurred, the pleasure acting like a drug in his system.

“Do you need to touch yourself, or can you come like this?”

“Like this ‘s good. So good, Daddy.”

Sam altered his rhythm, slowing down, but making each stroker harder and deeper. He tangled the fingers of his right hand with Steve’s left and kissed him, each swipe of his lips an entreaty for Steve to come. Then, with that first sensation of his orgasm racing up him, his body tightening, Steve heard Sam groan into his mouth and felt Sam’s cock twitch inside him, filling him all the way up.

Steve let himself float on the wave of bliss, only vaguely aware of Sam pulling away from him, and only because the lack of weight against his body made him feel more floaty. He tried to reach out with his hand, but it felt like a dead-weight and fell back onto the mattress.

“I’ll be right back,” Sam muttered quietly in his ear, and Steve just smiled dopily. A minute or so later, Sam’s hands were back on him, a warm, damp washcloth, wiping the sweat and cum from his skin. The pillow, that was probably ruined, was pulled out from under him, and then Steve felt Sam tugging at the coverlet, trying to get it over Steve’s frame that felt as if it was made from over-cooked noodles.

Sam padded around the room, clearing the plates from their meal and turning out the lights until the only illumination came from one small lamp. When he climbed into the bed, his naked body brushing up against Steve’s side, Sam came to rest facing Steve, propped up on one elbow. His fingers gently raked through Steve’s hair.

“Feel better? Was that okay?”

Steve sighed happily and snuggled against Sam’s form. “Was excellent. Thank you.”

“No problem. I really do care for you, you know?”

Steve tilted his head to look up at Sam’s face, taking note of the serious expression in his dark eyes.

“I care for you too, Sam. A lot.”

Sam dropped a kiss to Steve’s forehead.

“Good to know. And maybe, next time, we can try for five? What do you think about that?”

Steve just smiled against Sam’s skin, wrapping both his arms around the other man and pulling him into a tighter embrace before succumbing to sleep.

Chapter 6

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albino-d1no · 1 year

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WIP

classic samsteve!! I love their classic suits so much

#samsteve #sam wilson #falcon marvel #captain america #steve rogers #steve rogers x sam wilson #sam wilson x steve rogers

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martianbugsbunny · 1 year

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McSpirk/SamBuckySteve Parallels

I think in an ideal world, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, and Steve Rogers would be like McSpirk. Allow me to explain:

Stucky would be Spirk. The painfully obvious, epic love story that burns so beautifully it’s impossible to look away. Their bond transcends even the boundaries of normal time; one of them is locked in a cryogenic facility to extend his life, so naturally the other ends up buried in ice for exactly the right amount of time for them to end up awake at the same time, their ages still as perfect a match as ever. They follow each other into battle, whether it’s a back alley brawl or a proper war zone, without ever needing to think twice. The place for Bucky is, to paraphrase Edith Keeler, “At his side, as if he’s always been there and always will.” It doesn’t matter to him if Steve is his natural self or a serum-enhanced super-soldier; whether Bucky himself is a roguish young man or a weary ex-assassin with hazy memories: Steve is where he belongs. That’s the fundamental truth that he builds his life on, whether he knows the logic behind it or not. And Steve? Steve would rather die trying to save Bucky, even when everyone else is telling him there are bigger things at stake, even when everyone else is telling him Bucky is beyond saving, than kill him or leave him to his fate. Even when Bucky is an immediate threat to his mission, to the world, Steve can’t bring himself to believe Bucky is a real threat to his life. His faith in Bucky is unshaken even when he’s on the brink of being murdered, and his love for Bucky is enough that he refuses to even fight back once the mission is over. He believes that Bucky will love him forever, and he’s confident enough in that belief to put his life on the line for it. And Bucky, even with decades of brainwashing, with his own life a distant memory, not only can’t bring himself to finish Steve off, he saves him. His mission is to kill Steve and he can’t. Their love transcends science and logic and reason and it is the kind of love poems are written about.

Sam and Steve are McKirk. Their love begins as a friendship, a camaraderie born in a few moments of banter and a few moments of earnest conversation. Steve taunts Sam before they even know each other, but the second they actually speak, Sam knows this is a good man (which is why he goes right ahead and teases back). Sam offers Steve details of his own life: where he works, what he does; Steve doesn’t need to do the same, because among the Armed Forces, he’s a legend. He towers above reality. And yet when he and Sam exchange a few frank words, agreeing about the difficulties of their shared soldier experience, that's when the foundation is built. That’s when Sam sees that Steve considers himself the most average of men. And as much as talking about combat is where their foundation is laid, going into combat side-by-side is how their love story is truly forged. They’re still nearly strangers when Steve shows up on Sam’s doorstep and asks him to go back into the fray, and Sam without hesitation, but with a good deal of concern for Steve, accepts. He’s willing to spend his foreseeable future working with Steve to find a man Sam has never even met, because he knows it’s the most important thing in the world to Steve...and yet, at the end of the day, it’s Sam that Steve comes home to, and Sam with whom he shares his meals and his time and his heart. Their love is quieter, unseen despite the strength of it, and all the stronger for having begun as a meeting of friends.

Bucky and Sam are Spones. While they are brought together by someone else, and for a long time would never admit to anything else, they stay together because they couldn’t bear to be parted. Their match began as a match of wits; two strong minds clashing against each other, one determined to find the other and keep an iron grip on him, and the other determined to be as lost as possible. Their first meeting was a battle, but their arguments come from a deep, mutual desire to test each other, to feel the way their ideas and opinions fit together like the spokes of two different cogs. While Sam was originally unsure if Bucky was able to be saved, he finds himself part of the effort to save him and puts his entire heart into it, and sometimes his body on the line for it. Bucky steps up to put his own enhanced strength behind Sam’s efforts, even though he’s the one no longer sure if he’s worth saving, because he doesn’t want Sam to fail and be crushed. Even if the outsider sees them sniping and wonders if they can even stand each other, on the inside they work together as two parts of the same whole, brilliant unit, fighting one from the air and one on the land, parrying words to keep their conscious distracted as their well-trained unconscious takes over to parry blows with the enemy. Their love is friction, the sparks created in the clash of iron on steel, and it burns so bright and hot they become fused together, while others must turn away or be turned to ash.

But the most important part? Together, the three of them would be like McSpirk in the most perfect of ways: even when studying their separate relationships, they cannot be separated. Without the inexorable bond that brought Steve into the 21st century, following Bucky, he would never have met Sam. Steve was the one to set Bucky and Sam on their path, by bringing Sam into his plan to save Bucky. And without Sam’s tireless efforts to find Bucky again, Steve and Bucky wouldn’t have been reunited. Their stories—their life stories, their love stories—intertwine around each other, impossible to pick apart.

Separately, they will go down in history. But together, they have one, single love story, and it is one for the ages. It is a force in the world that others can only watch, mouths agape, eyes wide, both wondering how Earth has not crumbled beneath the strength of their bond, and knowing that love like that glues the world together. It is once in a lifetime, once in a billion, and there is nothing that can come between it.

Sam, Bucky, and Steve are that kind of love story.

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pandagirl45drawing · 7 months

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Hehe, if Steve was dating Rhodey and Sam

#steve rogers #digital artist #digital sketch #sam wilson x steve rogers #james rhodes x steve rogers

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pandagirl45 · 8 months

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I'm on some unhinged shit right now

Peter recording some of the avengers, during the workout/training sessions

Harley and Shuri decides to make Peter recording a thirst trap.

Confusedly bucky has a huge fan base now xD

Tony may have bucky part of the video on loop somewhere.

Steve may or may not have a video of rhodey and Sam somewhere. A screen shot maybe.

These bitches are thirsty. Bucky has passwords on all his devices for reasons (Tony reasons)

It is a hormonal mess in the tower and compound. Natasha is making bets with carol and jessica as we speak.

#tony stark #bucky barnes #winteriron #stever rogers #james rhodes #james rhodey rhodes #james rhode x steve rogers #sam wilson #sam wilson x steve rogers #natasha romanov #princess shuri #peter parker #harley keener #little shits #shuri #Spotify

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archivingfanfiction · 1 year

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bloom

by Lies_Unfurl, PanoramicSubDrop

AU: flowers appear on your skin where your soulmate is injured.

Since birth, Sam's body has often blossomed in unusual, unsettling ways.

That hasn't kept him from falling for people who aren't his soulmate—people like Riley, or like Steve Rogers. After all, he figures that the odds of finding his soulmate, of learning the truth about all the strange flowers, are pretty low.

Right?

Heavier stuff in this one but the angst.... the complicated dynamics... it's some interesting interesting soup.

#steve rogers x bucky barnes #sam wilson x steve rogers #sam wilson x bucky barnes #marvel cinematic universe #soul mate tickers #flower soul mate marks au #fanfic #fic recs

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nastybuckybarnes · 6 months

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Car Rides

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: Road trips are usually pretty boring, but you and Bucky find a way to pass the time.

Warnings: Smut, Public sex, Car sex, Language, Fluff, Mutual Pining,

Word Count: 1.8K

A/n: I got this request AGES ago apparently and I'm only just seeing it now! hope y'all enjoy!

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"Can you move your seat up?"

There's a brief pause, almost like Sam's thinking about it, before - "no."

Silence hangs heavily in the car for a long moment as Steve drives and you can't help but feel bad for Bucky.

He's squished in behind Sam, While you've got a decent amount of room behind Steve.

"We can switch, if you want?" You offer quietly, nudging Bucky's knee with yours.

"Steve's not stopping the car just so Terminator can feel more comfortable," Sam interjects, ignoring the ice of Bucky's stare.

"I'm sure we can switch spots while he's driving. We've done far more on missions with less room, I have faith. Unbuckle your seatbelt."

"Yes ma'am."

You take off your own seatbelt, ignoring Steve's warning look in the rearview mirror.

"Okay, I'm gonna climb over you in the middle seat so when you scoot over I'll climb over and then we'll be set!"

Foolproof! Brilliant!

Bucky scoots over to the middle and you take a deep breath, preparing yourself, then grab his shoulders and stretch one leg over his lap.

Steve chooses that particular moment to hit a bump in the road, sending you tumbling into Bucky and forcing his face into your chest.

Your shirt of choice today is fairly low cut, leaving little to the imagination, even less now that Bucky's face is pressed to your goods.

Regaining your coordination feels like it takes a lifetime, but you eventually manage to pry your boobs out of Bucky's face and plop down in the seat behind Sam.

Your heart hammers in your chest and you avoid looking at Bucky with all your might as you put your seatbelt on.

It's no secret that there's tension between the two of you that has only been growing the more time you spend together, but now? Now that you pretty much forced him to motorboat you?

Horrible. Stupid. The worst idea you've ever had ever.

You almost pray for the car to roll off a cliff to save you from the embarrassment licking up your spine.

The ride is silent for a little while, with some of Sam's music being the only thing stopping it from being too heavy, and soon his soft snores accompany the tunes.

After maybe about half an hour, Bucky's knee brushes against yours once briefly, then rests against it more firmly, with purpose.

Your gaze darts over to him but he's got his eyes focused out the window. You let your eyes fall to where he's manspreading into your personal space, and freeze when your eyes land on the bulge in his pants.

The bulge that certainly was not there before the two of you switched spots, not that you looked.

And now you can't tear your eyes away from it.

Sure, all this time the two of you have been flirty and a little more than friendly, but never to this extent.

Your eyes raise to his face once more and your heart stops for a moment when you meet his gaze.

You're caught now.

Swallowing hard, you glance at his crotch once more then turn to look out your own window, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt at fighting the warmth that's quickly spreading.

Bucky rolls his window down, and the light mechanical whirring sound masks the soft gasp that leaves you when his hand lands on your thigh.

You glance down at where his hand is, watching as his fingers flex as he squeezes your supple flesh.

Your body acts on its own, thighs spreading slightly and giving him the green light he needs to slide his hand up closer to your centre.

Eyes focused on the rearview mirror, you slowly grab Bucky's discarded jacket and drape it over your lap while spreading your legs further, successfully hiding his fingers as they dust over your core.

"Cold?" He asks, glancing at you as he slides his hand down your pants.

You swallow hard and nod, leaning back and breathing through your mouth as he slides a thick finger through your folds.

"With the window open it's a little breezy, but the fresh air is nice," you whisper, breath hitching when he rubs your clit gently.

He nods his agreement, coating his middle finger in your essence then slowly pushing it inside of you.

"Clears the head."

You nod, eyes falling shut as he begins a steady pace, pushing on your walls deliciously slow.

"Exactly," the words are a mere breath on your lips as you lose yourself in the feeling of him.

He leans his head back, his eyes focused on your face as he massages your walls, pulling his finger out only to push two right back in.

He watches as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, brows furrowing as you try your hardest to stay quiet through the slow building pleasure.

It's almost torturously slow, and he knows that, but watching your small twitches and movements has Bucky's dick growing hard enough to cut diamonds.

"We got a good day for this, huh?" Bucky asks, grinning when you struggle to open your eyes.

"Yeah it's... good... it's really good," you whisper, eyelids fluttering slightly before you finally raise your glassy eyes to his.

"I could go for a snack soon though, something sweet to eat."

"Mhmm," you let out a soft moan of agreement as he slips a third finger inside you, pumping them in and out at a slightly faster speed than before.

Not fast enough to draw attention to the two of you, but fast enough for you to be struggling to keep still.

"Next gas station isn't too far out. They probably won't have much but we can stop there to grab a snack and stretch," Steve's voice says from the front seat, his eyes glancing at you and Bucky in the rearview mirror before focusing on the road again.

"Sounds good to me," Bucky says, his voice low and his mischievous eyes focused on you as you nod your agreement.

You dig your head back into the headrest, toes curling in your shoes as his palm rubs against your clit with every thrust of his fingers inside of your wet heat.

He stretches your walls deliciously, enhanced senses picking up the tangy sweet smell of your cunt on every gust of wind that blows through the car.

He can't help but lick his lips, greatly looking forward to tasting you once he's finished enjoying fingering your tight snatch.

Eyes slowly opening, you let your head roll to the side eyes finding his as you breathe softly through your mouth.

He grins cheekily at you and stuffs his fingers inside of you a little harder, watching in smug satisfaction when your face screws up with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

The car slowly rolls to a stop and Steve lets out a groan.

"All right. I'm gonna stretch my legs and grab a snack. Are you guys coming in?" Steve's eyes find Bucky's as he opens the door.

Sam jolts upright with a groan, rubbing his face then yawning and pulling off his seatbelt.

"I'm gonna come inside," He says groggily, stumbling out of the car and stretching.

"I think we're good back here, she's falling asleep," Bucky whispers, giving your clit a particularly rough rub before pulling his fingers out of you.

Sam and Steve head into the gas station, and as soon as they are out of sight Bucky is tossing the jacket off of your lap and yanking your pants down your legs.

He licks his fingers clean while using his other hand to undo his belt and shuck his pants down his thighs, exposing his weeping hot cock.

"We don't have much time, sweetheart, better make it count. N'when we get to the cabin I'll fuck you nice and slow and proper," he promises quietly.

You straddle his waist once more, wet core dripping onto his lap and Bucky can't help but hiss when he slides his aching cock through your folds.

He rubs your clit a few times then slides inside in one quick thrust, pressing his mouth to yours to swallow the sound of your moan.

With the window open, you guys aren't exactly safe. Anyone could drive or walk by and Sam and Steve will likely only be gone for a few minutes.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby... shit..."

His voice is strained as you begin rocking your hips in his lap, eyes squeezed shut as the tip of his cock drags across your g-spot.

Rather than let you have your fun, he flips you onto your back in the back seat of the car and hammers his hips down to meet yours, his lips trailing over your throat as you moan softly at the new angle.

He's hitting your g-spot with every thrust, and kissing your cervix with every other roll of his hips.

The pleasure and pain mix and make your head foggy, and it doesn't take long for your toes to curl around Bucky's hips and your climax to creep up on you.

Metal fingers toy with your clit with expert precision, and within only a few moments, your walls are clamping down around him and successfully milking him of his cum.

He lets out a few shuddering breaths as his own orgasm washes over him, balls tight as he pumps you full of ropes and ropes of thick white cum.

His head rests on your chest for a moment, breathing you in as he basks in his high, and then he's carefully pulling out of you and yanking his pants back on.

You, on the other hand, are stuck on your back as aftershocks wrack your frame.

Chuckling softly at his handy work, Bucky helps you back into your pants then pulls you up into his arms.

You collapse against his chest when he leans back against the door, cuddled in his arms as much as you can in the cramped backseat of the car.

He holds you gently, his own eyes closing as he relaxes into his post orgasmic bliss with you.

Your heart is racing even minutes later when Sam and Steve return to the car, each climbing in quietly when they see the two of you curled up together.

Steve sets a grocery bag full of snacks and drinks down on the floor in the backseat, then turns the music on quietly and starts driving, oblivious to what's just gone on.

As he drives you settle against Bucky, falling asleep gently while his load drips out of your swollen cunt. A mess he plans on thoroughly cleaning up as soon as you reach your destination.

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teamwork

kinktober, day twenty-six

a/n: ........I mean, how could i not? it's a classic.

summary: “oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips.

warnings: reader x pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson), smut, slight dubcon, pro athlete au (even though i know the majority of them are american, i’m just gonna say that they play for a team somewhere else just so that i don’t have to say soccer, it hurts my soul), the old oops i accidentally walked into the locker room trope, gangbang, everyone's a hoe, established relationship, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, handjobs, oral, thigh riding, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, bukkake, spit kink, squirting, impact play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

word count: 5400

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“You were amazing out there,” you purred between pecks as Steve’s firm thigh, slotted between your own, rubbed against your core, your short skirt flaring out over the shorts of his uniform.

“Thank you,” he chuckled, his lips fluttering down your neck as he uttered, “you know, I think was even better with you in the audience,” nudging his leg more determinedly against you as you melted against the wall he had you pressed against, “like you brought me luck or something.”

Just then, as you felt yourself begin to soak through your underwear and mark your boyfriend’s uniform, someone from further down the hallway poked their head out of a door and shouted, “hey, Rogers!” reeling back from the crook of your neck with a peeved exhaled, Steve cast his glance in the individual's direction, “coach wants a word with you in his office.”

“Alright, thanks,” he nodded before turning his attention back to you, arms firm on either side of your head, cosily caging you in as he spoke, “I’ll be right back,” his leg reluctantly retracted from your warmth, “there is lounge down around the corner there that should be on the quiet side about now if you don’t wanna wait out here,” he offered a vague nod to his left before dipping down to near your lips one last time.

Smile growing wide at his considerateness, you breathed, “okay,” but the kiss you thought he wanted to give to you never came as his nose just ghosted against your own, seemingly savouring the moment before you felt him shift and his finger disappeared below your skirt, “Steve, what are you-,” but the rest of your sentence never saw the light of day as, with a daring smirk on his lips, Steve swiftly kneeled down before you and snatched your underwear down past your knees, keeping his eyes on yours as he methodically manoeuvred your jelly like legs to steal the sodden garment completely.

“I’ll come find you in a bit, yeah?” he placed a playful peck right above your knees before straightening back up.

“Steve!” you hazily giggled as he began to disappear down the corridor.

“10 minutes, 15 tops!” he called over his shoulder as he sauntered away from your stunned form, “then I’m claiming my prize!”

With a breathy chuckle still billowing from your lips, you pulled out your phone and rounded the corner, scrolling through your options of temporary entertainment as you neared the room that you could supposedly wait in.

Eyes glued to the small screen in your hands, you didn’t even glance up as you reached the first door you approached, not assuming there were any other options, you simply pushed it open and strolled in.

Fully expecting that you were nearing a couch or something soon, the room you’d blindly entered turned out to not be the lounge you’d thought it was, but instead, the team’s locker room as you swiftly walked straight into a broad and bare chest.

“Wow, I’m sorry-,” your eyes tore away from your screen to finally discover where you were. Vision growing wide, you stared up at the athlete before you, his golden mane rustling from the collision, “I-I-…”

Blinking up at Thor, your own name even escaped your memory as you found yourself in the very last place you should have wandered into.

From off to the side, you heard the voice of Tony holler, “hey sweetheart, fans aren’t allowed in here,” before leaning closer to the sandy buzzcut beside him and muttering quietly, “I thought they said they had tightened security around here…”

With your feet still frozen to the floor, your mouth hung agape as your eyes glazed over the recognisable individuals throughout the room, all in various states of undress. As Thor’s towering form moved past, walking over to snatch up a towel, someone else dexterously took his place, “wait a second, I recognise you,” you blinked back at the guy who rarely left your boyfriend’s side, “you’re Cap’s new girl, aren’t you?”

“I-I-, yeah,” you stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in here-”

“Oh, but you did,” Bucky teasingly took a step closer.

“I was, uh, looking for the lounge, and I was just staring at my phone,” you swallowed thickly as someone out of the corner of your eye peeled off their shirt, “I’m so sorry, I'll get out,” but as you whirled around to bolt out of there, you just collided with another individual that had slyly slotted in between you and the only way out of here.

“You’re cute,” you heard Bucky continue as you blinked up at Pietro, his athletic physique now completely blocking the exit, just as Thor's, the team's goalie, would do before the vast net during an intense game, “isn’t she cute, guys?”

Soft echoes of agreeance bounced off the walls before Pietro smiled down at you, “what’s your name, baby?” his accent sending a shiver straight down your spine.

“Y/n…” you softly uttered, your heartbeat deafening in your ears, growing and rippling out from where it was still thumping from between your thighs.

“That’s a pretty name,” his eyes washed over your visage, licking it up like he was at a museum.

“So, tell us, Y/n,” you spun back around at the sound of Bucky’s timbre, “did you really just not pay attention or did you perhaps walk in here on purpose?”

“No!” you squeaked, “I swear, I didn’t-”

“Because I think you were trying to catch a little glimpse,” he teasingly cut you off with a soft tilt of his head.

“Oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips.

“No, I wasn’t trying anything, I-,” the rest of your plea got suddenly swapped out with a shuttering gasp as the player sitting on the bench beside you had begun to ghost his hand against the goosebump-ridden flesh of your leg, sneakily twisting his position enough to catch a glimpse as his touch carelessly bushed against your short skirt, making it briefly fluff out enough for him to notice.

“Hey,” Sam boomed to the rest of the team, “she’s not wearing any panties!”

“She’s not?” Thor turned his head to join the festivity entirely.

“Fuck,” you heard Clint curse gutturally, “you came to the game like that?”

From right beside him, Tony bit down on his smirk, “what a little fucking slut…”

“No, it wasn’t-”

But before you could manage to convince them, Pietro pushed your form lightly and sent you directly into Bucky’s waiting arms. With your back arched like a ski slope, your short skirt rose up, covering virtually nothing, especially after you’d had your undergarments stolen, and granted the men behind you a pornographic view of the state Steve had left you in.

Catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Bucky tilted your head up to catch your hazy eye, “why don’t you wait here with us?”

“I-…” you blinked back at him, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly against his.

“Rogers won’t mind,” he shook his head reassuringly, fingers shifting to gently caress you’re your heated cheek, “promise.”

“Yeah,” Pietro’s voice resonated vibrantly from behind you once more, “we always take good care of his girls…”

Utterly spellbound by his ocean gaze, your head nodded fuzzily, “o-okay,” your breaths came in shaky as you spoke, “I guess if you say Steve wouldn’t mind, then I could probably just hang out in here for a bit till he gets back.”

“Great!” Sam clapped his hands together, the sudden noise causing you to jump out of the burly arms that held you.

Leaning back against his locker, Clint then asked, “so did you enjoy the game?”

“Oh, sure,” with clumsy words flowing from your lips, your eyes traced Thor’s half-naked form as he crossed the room, “it was fun, I mean, you guys played really well, congrats on the win by the way.”

“Aw, thanks,” the man your gaze was locked upon sniggered as he settled in beside Tony, then leaned in to mutter in his ear just loud enough for you to catch, “Cap really wasn’t bluffing about her.”

“Dude, I know,” Tony harmonized lowly before raising his voice, “so, Y/n!” he slyly cleared his throat, “you never did tell us why you came to our game commando. Did you do that for us?”

“Oh, I-…” you averted your gaze, attempting to explain it with an airy laugh, “that wasn’t me, Steve kinda stole them a few minutes ago.”

Counting from behind you, Pietro challenged, “oh, Steve stole them, did he now?”

“Yeah,” you nodded bashfully.

“And just why would he do such a thing?”

“I-…” you redirected your vision up towards the ceiling, “I think it’s easy enough to deduce what he was thinking.”

“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it,” Pietro playfully stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your nervous gaze.

“Come on, honey,” Sam’s tongue flickered out to glisten up his smirk, “don’t get shy on us now.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you then confessed with an exhale, “…we were gonna go celebrate…”

“Celebrate? Really?” Bucky’s gaze gleamed back at you in amusement, “well, that sounds fun, doesn’t it sound fun, guys?” he didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he countered to the others, their enthusiastic replies swiftly filling the thick air. Slowly leaning in close, he tugged a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, “you know what I think?” your head instantly shook, hypnotically granting him the answer to continue, “I think we deserve some celebrating as well, don’t you think? I mean, it wasn’t only Rogers out there on the field. Don’t we deserve a prize as well?”

As he cradled your face, all you could do was melt, “I-… I guess so…”

Closing the short distance, Bucky planted a feathery kiss upon your lips before tilting his head back ever so slightly to flash you a playful glance, “yeah?” his words were just above a whisper, “you wanna celebrate with us till Rogers gets back?”

With starry eyes, you blinked back up at the football player and hummed, utterly spellbound, “uh-huh,” before his lips pressed against yours once more, kissing you like there was no tomorrow.

Letting go of your face, his silky touch casketed down your form like a waterfall, flutteringly roaming, up and down, each time carelessly catching your skirt and letting it gather up with his hungry movements.

As you purred enchantedly against Bucky’s lips, Pietro behind you sank down to his knees, his intentions becoming clear as you began to feel soft pecks flutter across the backs of your thighs, his fingertips raking over your tingling skin in sloppy patterns.

But as his caresses danced their way further north up your flesh, I didn’t take long before the greedy man dove head first into what he truly wanted to kiss, rendering you to tear away from Bucky’s lips with a dizzying pant, “oh my god,” and bury your face in his brawny chest.

Lapping against your soppy folds, Pietro let go of your puffy pearl with a pop, briefly pulling back to share, “fuck, she tastes good.”

“Oh yeah?” Thor breathed from the sidelines.

“Like fucking sunshine and rainbows,” he elaborated with gravelly desperation in his tone before latching onto your core once more.

You barely noticed when people stepped closer, scarcely knowing whose hands were exploring your every inch, all you knew was how incredible they made you feel.

Squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt, nipples pebbly and clear through the fabric, you felt Tony’s breath tickle your ear, “you mind taking this off for us, sweetheart?”

Eyes fluttering over your shoulder to find him, you simply raised your arms high above your head and let them yank your t-shirt off and merrily discover how you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on this morning.

Glancing down, you watched as Clint cupped your softness in his wide palms, “damn, look at these fucking tits,” he gave them a little jiggle before dipping his head down low to place a few pecks along them. With the left of your small buds swiftly getting captured by his lips, a different hand took over palming your right as your fingers found Clint’s short hair, your nails scraping gently along his scalp, “you like that, hon?” he blinked up at you as he sucked, friskily nipping at your sensitive skin, “you like having these little nipples played with, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded hazily as someone reached out to pinch harshly the one not getting slobbered.

“What else do you like, huh?” Bucky asked, his radiating form still pressed up against you. Capturing your chin, his thumb extended to brush over your lips, “you like having something in this pretty little mouth of yours?” poking it in, the pad of his finger softly ran across your tongue before your lips enclosed around him, your head blissfully bobbing as you sucked on his digit, “yeah? You wanna suck our cocks?” he retracted his digit, smearing saliva across your cheek as you offered him a foggy nod, “you think you can handle all of us at once?”

“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted with excitement bubbling in your belly, “I’ve never been with more than just one person at a time.”

“Oh no, really?” Tony rumbled playfully, “you’ve never been shared by more?” he palmed your tit roughly as you craned your neck to gaze at him, “what a fucking shame, truly, you deserve to be worshipped like a goddess.”

“Don’t you worry, darling,” Thor smirked, “we’ll help you,” before Pietro as the last one distanced himself, letting go of your petals with a pop, as you sank down to the floor.

You hadn’t really noticed before, but now that you were at the right eye level, it became impossible not to take in the team’s enthusiasm. Most of them were already touching themselves and some even had already whipped their cocks out, the vision causing your eyelids to flutter as your brain turned molten at the possibilities.

“O-oh, wow,” your eyes grew to the size of plates as they tugged their shorts down, “I-I-,” lengths springing free all around you, “I don’t know where to start… wow…” a giggle suddenly began to bubble out of you as you tore your stare away from their erections to find their eyes, “h-hi.”

Grasping your hand in his, Bucky then wrapped your fingers around his girth, smiling down at you as he throbbed for you, “hey, baby.”

“You’ll all so-,” your dazed gaze flickered around at them all, “wow…”

Raising your other hand up, you enclosed it around Clint, testing out a gentle jerk to gauge their reactions.

“Yeah, right back at ya,” Clint echoed your compliments as his mouth fell open, utterly spellbound by your tender efforts.

Catching Pietro’s eye, you slowly leaned in and gave his tip a sweet kiss, smile wide as you then licked it a few times as if he was a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day, “oh, shit,” he groaned, the grip he had around his base tightening, “open up for me, baby,” parting your lips, he then slowly rocked forward to fill up your mouth slightly, “yeah, just like that,” you felt his pulse against your tongue, “fuck…”

Head bopping gently at a leisurely pace, drooling blissfully around Pietro’s bulbous head, you shifted your hands, eyes fluttering in an attempt to locate the others, Sam and Thor then instead came to your rescue by seizing your flailing hands and bringing them to what you sought.

When you pulled back from Pietro to catch your breath, his dick falling from your swollen lips with a crisp pop, you barely managed to suck in one whole breath before Tony’s hands seized either side of your face, bringing you close and sliding his cock in past your gasp.

“Here you go,” he groaned as he rolled his hips, instantly going so deep that he tickled the back of your throat. With his fist tight around his base, he reluctantly let you come up for air, pulling back so swiftly as if the lack of your warmth pained him, “show me that tongue, angel,” chest heaving and eyes a daze, your mouth fell open and did as he requested, a hot string of drool promptly dripping from it and connecting to your exposed chest. Grabbing your chin and holding it tight, he leaned down and spit in your mouth, watching only a moment as it sparkled on your tongue before he tapped the weight of his girth against it, playing with it like a rain puddle before he ruthlessly thrust forward so deep that his heavy sack nuzzled against your chin and his tip disappeared deep down your throat, “there you go, honey,” fingers woven in your hair, he kept you still as he fucked your face, “there you go…”

As Tony selfishly made you choke on his cock, Clint then knelt down beside you and reached under the short skirt that still clung to your hips. One hand still pumping himself, his other fingers found your core.

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” he groaned, granting your aching clit a few circles before your pussy practically sucked one of his fingers in from how turned on you were, slipping in with no effect at all. Girth falling from your lips, you let out a shuttering gasp. Pressing his cheek against your own, Clint chuckled lowly, “you like that, baby?” lavishly caressing your walls ever so slowly, “that what you need?”

“Oh, god,” you panted, eyes fluttering shut, “yes!”

As he offered you another digit, he kept up a dizzying pattern of pumping his fingers into you, petting against a spot that made your pussy sing, only to retract them in order to rub your puffy pearl, repeating the dance till your legs trembled against the cool tile floor.

“How about something else, huh?” Thor’s voice cut through your haze, “you wanna get that little pussy stretched out by something else?” your frame then jumped as Clint promptly landed a sharp slap against your soppy folds, forcing your eyes to snap open and your mind to race for an answer.

Eyes training on Thor, a playful smirk bloomed on your lips, “what do you have in mind?” you asked innocently before you leaned in close and swiped your tongue over his leaking tip.

Pumping his cock tightly in his fist, he tapped it against your beaming face and chuckled, “you really want me to spell it out for you?” to which you simply giggled under the weight of his length as a reply, one that swiftly got cut short and morphed into a gasp as Clint beside you plucked you up onto your wobbly feet.

Working as the team that they were, they spun you around so that your backside pressed up against Thor. Hiking your skirt far enough up your waist to render it useless, the blonde athlete gazed down at your dripping mess, nuzzled against him and virtually drooling for him to split you open.

“Look at that…” he briefly swiped his cock through your folds, parting them with his girth, “so pretty,” before his hips snapped forward and buried himself completely, “fuck…”

Eyes fluttering closed, you let out a shuttering moan as he held you there for a moment, savouring the euphoric sensation as your spine melted back against his chest. As Thor nuzzled you close, filling your cunt up so much that your knees threatened to give out, you felt stray hands find your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples teasingly as some others grabbed your palms and guided them towards their cocks, enveloping their own around yours and fucking up into your touch.

“How does she feel?” you heard Tony ask.

Grip digging into your hips, Thor eased his length out, just halfway, before slamming it back inside, poking a place that pushed the air out of your lungs, “fucking incredible,” his lips ghosted against the shell of your ear.

When a pair of hands found your face, cupping your flaming cheeks, your eyes dreamily blinked open once more to gaze back at Sam. Briefly pressing his lips against yours, it nearly gave you whiplash when they then manoeuvred your spine to bend, bowing down for your mouth to be aligned with Sam's excitement.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he pumped his cock before you, smile growing wider as your soft tongue began to swipe across him, “don’t forget the nuts,” he lifted his length far enough out of your reach, groaning loudly as you began to drool all over his jewels as he wished, “that’s it, atta girl…”

Feeling Thor’s hands shift, one of them came to clench your skirt tightly, gathering the fabric on the small of your back and holding onto it as an anchor as the other one descended upon your ass, slapping away in quick succession, just hard enough for it to tingle deliciously.

It all felt like a blur, like a dream. A beautiful and intoxicating dream. The kind of dream you’d never wanna wake from.

After cumming all over Thor’s cock, in the hazy daze of it all, it took you a moment to realise that they had all switched out, trading places so that Pietro was now behind you, sliding in and out of your clenching cunt, and Clint was before you, sinking his dick so far down your throat that it left an imprint.

“This how you thought meeting the team would go, huh?” Bucky’s timbre cut through all of the moans, “this what you expected?” his touch was all over you, so hungry that you could barely keep track of it, “you expected us to pass you around and fuck your brains out?” gliding his palm down your spine, he then came to fixate on the little rosebud just shy north of where Pietro was having his fill, “has Cap fucked you here before?”

In between your sloppy pecks across Clint’s cock, you admitted, “a-a couple times.”

“A couple of times,” he chuckled darkly, “really?”

“What a dirty little girl you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the ass,” Clint suddenly got down to your level and plucked up your flustered face, bringing you close to his own, “say it, say that you’re a dirty girl.”

The words promptly flowed from you as if you were hypnotised, “I’m a dirty girl.”

Tapping your cheek lightly with his palm, he ordered, “again.”

“I’m a dirty girl.”

Slapping your features harsher this time, “one more time, what are you?”

“A-, fuck,” you whined, brows knitted as your pussy filled the room with soppy melodies of desire, “a dirty girl!

Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and in strolled none other than your boyfriend.

“Alright guys, listen up!” he called out before he truly took in the activities he’d just interrupted, “couch says that-,” but then when his gaze finally trained on your cockdrunk visage, the rest of his important message trailed off, “Y/n?”

“Oh hey, Cap,” Bucky grinned, none of the players slowing down at the appearance of their leader, “thought we’d keep your girl entertained while you were gone.”

Closing the door behind him, Steve took a slow step forward and sighed, “guys, seriously?” his glare found each and every one of them, “I was gonna talk to her first,” stride leisurely, he moved closer to you, peeling his shirt off as he did so. Kneeling down before you, getting on your level, a warm smile bloomed upon his lips as his eyes locked with your hazy ones, “hey baby.”

“S-Steve,” you whimpered, wanting so badly to explain, but unable to do anything other than melt even further.

“How are you doing, huh?” the back of his knuckles softly ghosted down your cheek as his gentle tone washed over you like a warm cup of tea, “you still wanna tell me how well I played today or are you too busy telling the rest of the team?”

“No, please don’t go,” you grabbed onto his tender touch, “please!”

Straightening back up to his full height, he pulled his shorts down and let his cock spring free, slapping his toned abdomen with its enthusiasm.

“You mind?” he offered Pietro a nod before the man complied, easing out, and passing you to Steve’s open arms. Scooping you up, his strong grip curved around your bottom entirely. Pressing your lips to his, you tangled your arms around his neck as he nudged your weeping core against his girth, your cunt already creaming and painting his cock a milky shade.

Carrying you in his arms as if it took no effort at all, Steve raised you up further, aligning you just so before dropping you back down again and letting you sink down onto his dick, the sensation causing a pornographic mewl to escape both of your lips as you let the fevered kiss crumble in order to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Fucking hell, that’s it,” Steve groaned, lifting you up and down in his grip like a precious little cocksleeve, “that what you needed, huh? You needed me to fuck your pretty little hole?” palming your bottom roughly, he them landed a few swift slaps across it causing even more electricity to course throughout you with the sparks of pleasurable pain, “after the team had their fill, you still needed to feel me?” eyes squeezed shut, your drool smeared against his pulse as you felt him extend a finger and rub a few circles over your other hole, all of the other previous activities already slickening it up enough to make his dance molten and his initiative effortless when he plugged it up, “have me fuck you in front of all of them, give them a good view of what a beautiful mess they’ve made of you… Open your eyes, baby,” hazy vision blinking open, the side of your head stayed plastered against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder as your eyes locked on the spectators, “look at them, look at what you do to them, look at how much they want you.”

Trembling in his arms, so violently that you convulsed off his cock completely, it wasn’t till Sam excitedly pointed out, “oh, she’s a squirter!” that you noticed the gushing waterfall your high had showered Steve with.

“Damn right she is,” Steve smiled proudly, realigning his tender hold as he pressed a soft peck to your temple, “my girl is full of many talents,” with long strides, he then walked up to the bench in the middle of the room and slowly laid down upon it, securely holding your molten form close as he shifted, your body completely plastered on top of his as he cheekily spoke, “in fact, Buck, come over here, help me stuff her a bit more, yeah?”

Glance swiftly washing over Tony, Bucky asked, “hey, do you still have that-“

“Yep, of course,” Tony didn’t need any more to understand, hastily rummaging through his gym bag before tossing his teammate a small bottle of lube, “here!”

After liberally slickening himself up, you perked up a bit as you felt Bucky’s skin press against your own, your back arching up against his chest as he teased you, nudging his tip against your farmost entrance and rendering your form to yet again give into the ecstasy and recover in a flash.

But as soon as he confidently sank in at slow and steady pace, a gasp escaped your lungs, “oh my god!”

“What?” Steve smirked beneath you, catching your wild eyes as he teased, “what is it, babe? What’s he doing?”

Mouth agape and brows tightly knitted, you uttered, “he’s fucking my ass.”

“Who’s fucking your ass?” Steve’s mockingly sweet tone washed over you.

“Bucky,” you whimpered as he eased back out till just the essence of him remained.

“Why don’t you look back at him and say thank you?”

Twisting your head, you found his gaze and hazily managed, “thank you, Bucky,” the sensation of him sinking back in and splitting you apart made it nearly impossible to complete the task.

“Thank you, what?” Steve fished.

“Thank you for filling up my ass, Bucky.”

Capturing your face, Bucky cradled it in his hands as he smiled, “you’re so fucking welcome,” before dipping down to steal a sweet kiss, “any time, doll, any time…”

With your nose nuzzled against Bucky’s, your boyfriend’s low voice once more found your ears, “hey baby? Why don’t you slide my cock back in, huh? Stretch that little pussy out as well?”

Reaching down to seize it, you hummed fuzzily, “mhm,” before slipping it in, your eyes promptly fluttering shut at the ecstasy.

Their thrusts were slow but immensely intense, with a roughness hiding behind the pace that made you tremble between them.

“Fucking hell, if you don’t marry this girl, Cap,” you felt Bucky’s boorish fingers wrap around your delicate throat, “one of us will.”

Fighting to peel your blissful eyes open, you first caught sight of Steve’s adoring features beneath you, gazing between your fuzzy expression and your stretched-out holes as if you were some mystical goddesses. But then your vision glanced across the crowd of professional football players, all fixated on you and nobody else, stroking their cocks to the exact pace your holes got filled.

“I-I-, fuck-…” you whimpered as felt yourself once again near the edge.

“What, are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?” Steve moaned, rolling his hips up into you in a synchronized rhythm, “I can feel you-, christ, you clench down so fucking tight when you’re all stuffed like this,” he snaked his fingers down to strum your aching and overly sensitive clit, your frame nearly bucking away from him as he bullied the painfully puffy pearl.

“It’s too much, fuck-, I don’t think I can take it anymore,” you heard yourself cry, feeling as if you might actually pass out.

“No, no, baby, you can, you can,” your boyfriend declared determinedly, not slowing down one bit at the sight of your pout, “you can take it, you can cum with the both of us inside of you.”

“B-but it’s so much, I-”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you, don’t we, Buck?”

“Right here, doll,” Bucky’s warm palm slid down your front and grasped your left tit, his whole arm curving over you like a seatbelt holding you upright and close to him, “just fall and we’ll catch you.”

And with that, your pour pussy poured out everything it had, tears spewing from your eyes at the intensity.

“Aah!”

Convulsing, you nearly tumbled to the tile below, but they both held you close, safely in their grasp as well as far down on their cocks as your gushing core clambered around them and nearly expelled them entirely.

Maybe you fell asleep, for even a second, because that’s what it felt like when you blinked your eyes open once more to find your drowsy frame situated on the floor, the lingering aid from a few of the men to get you relocated still remaining as you blinked up at all of them.

Had it truly been that many cocks that had in one way or another been inside of you today?

Smiling up at all seven of them from your position on your wobbly knees, you let your mouth fall open and your tongue roll out once last time as they furiously jerked themselves to completion before you, the grin on your face only growing wider as their cum began to paint your skin.

Twitching and panting, the majority still let their touch linger needily as they floated back down to earth.

Broad chest heaving with every deep breath, “babe,” Steve bit down on his smirk as he gazed down at the decorated state you were now in, “say thank you to the guys for taking such good care of you.”

Making your gaze go on a round to catch each and every one of their doting stares, you uttered breathlessly, “thank you.”

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only you || s.r.

pairing: steve rogers x reader (brief platonic!nat, sam, and bucky.)

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word count: 7.1k summary: only a few weeks after a breakup, you go out for the night with the team. steve doesn’t show up, and he’s been purposefully not showing up to anything non-work related after the breakup. however, tonight you drink a little too much, and insist that steve pick you up. warnings: angst (breakup, talk of bullying, body image issues), swearing, drinking, *smutty implications.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't know who else to call," Sam explains, his voice raised to speak louder than the blaring music.

"She keeps asking for you, and she won't go with anyone but you," Bucky adds as he and Sam lead Steve through the crowded dancefloor.

The blond sighs and shoves his phone into the pocket of his jeans. "It's alright, really- but how drunk is she, exactly?"

Before Sam can respond, they come to a stop right in front of the team's reserved booth. Bruce had only come for all of an hour of the night, but Clint and Tony had left about thirty minutes prior to Steve's arrival, leaving your well-being in Natasha, Bucky, and Sam's hands.

Steve looks over you and Nat; you're laid down on the long, cushioned seat with your head resting on her lap. Her jacket is slung over your lower half to cover your exposed legs from your dress rising up on your thighs. You're looking up at her adoringly, reaching up to twirl strands of her hair between your fingers as you mumble about how pretty her hair is.

"That answer your question?" Sam whispers, chuckling slightly.

Another sigh falls from Steve's lips, and although his heart aches, he has to stop himself from cracking a smile. "That it does."

He steps closer to the booth, taking in the sight of you with softened eyes. Typically, you never let yourself get this drunk, not in the public eye at least. Even though it's clear you've had more than a bit too much to drink, the sight is endearing.

Nat directs her attention from you and up at the three men approaching the table instead. Her expression is one of amusement with a slight hint of relief as she looks down at you again. "Hey, look who's here, honey," she says softly to you.

You turn your head in her lap and let your hands fall back down, finally releasing her hair from your gentle grip. Your eyes land on Steve and you blink up at him before a wide, drunken smile spreads on your face.

"Steeeeve!" you exclaim in a slur, reaching your hand out for him. "You came!"

He crouches down next to the booth, hesitantly taking your hand into his. "Hey, doll. 'Course I came, I always will. Looks like you've had fun tonight, huh?"

You nod excitedly and your smile spreads into a grin. "Nat's hair is sooo pretty, did ya know that? 'S soft too, like a pillow," you ramble, your words somehow not coming out scrambled.

"I bet," Steve says, watching Nat brush your hair out of your face. "Let's get you home, yeah?"

"Your home?" you ask in a softer voice.

Right. His home.

"I don't..." Steve starts before falling into silent contemplation.

He looks up at Nat who's already looking back at him, her expression apologetic and soft. Then his eyes shift back down to you, and his heart clenches in his chest. Your eyelashes flutter as you blink at him, your eyes light up and twinkle in a way that they only do for him, and your lips part a little as you take slower breaths.

How could he say no to that?

"Sure, yeah, we'll go back to mine," he concedes gently, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.

You smile again and scramble to sit upright. Nat lays a hand on your back to help keep you balanced, Steve taking your other hand in his free one to pull you up gently. When you're sat up straight, he takes Nat's jacket off your legs and helps you tug your dress back down.

He slides your phone off the table and into his pocket before throwing your arms around his neck. You take the hint to hold on as he slides one of his arms under your legs and the other behind your back.

Effortlessly, he lifts you into his arms. You clasp your hands together behind his neck and a giggle slips out of your lips- a sound that was once music to his ears which had now become one he longed to hear again.

"G'night, Nat," you say sweetly, turning your head to look at her.

Steve's body follows the direction of your head, turning towards the table so you don't strain your neck. Her eyes meet yours and she smiles at you once more.

"Goodnight, babe. Text me tomorrow, alright?" she requests before looking up at Steve and saying, "Make sure to get some water in her, we had to trick her into drinking some by watering down her tequila."

"Will do-"

Your gasp cuts Steve off effectively, her words only just now sinking in. "That wasn't tequila?!" you exclaim, your voice coming out quieter than you realize.

The three at the table laugh a little- even Steve lets out a low chuckle of his own.

"I'll let you in on a secret," Nat starts, her voice dropping to a whisper before continuing, "It was definitely tequila, but you know these guys are no fun, so we can't tell them that."

"Ohhh, right, right. I can keep a secret- you're the world's bestest adult sitter," you reply softly.

"The best, huh?" she questions with a half smirk.

When you nod, she takes a sip of her drink, placing the glass down before saying, "I'll be expecting my plaque soon then."

"You wanna say bye to Sam and Bucky?" he asks, looking over slightly to meet your eyes.

You hum in response and he walks you over a few steps to Bucky and Sam who are sitting at the other end of the table. The pair smile at you, though it's more of an amused grin on Bucky's end, and you return the gesture.

"Bye, Bucky," you say, sleep and intoxication ridden in your voice.

Bucky chuckles and rises to his feet to ruffle your hair playfully. "Bye, doll. You get some good sleep, alright?"

Your nose scrunches at the feeling of his hand in your hair. "Always good sleep when with Stevie."

Bucky sits back down, and Sam starts to speak, "Punch it in," he instructs, raising his fist up to your level.

You oblige happily, curling your hand into a fist to the best of your ability and bumping it against his. "G'bye," you slur, nuzzling your face into the crook of Steve's neck.

"Call us if you need us," Bucky says to Steve.

"Yeah, thank you for watching over her," Steve responds appreciatively, "Goodnight, be safe getting home."

"'Night," the three say collectively, smiling at him in a way that's bordering apologetic.

Steve forces a smile before turning to walk away. He makes his way through the crowd, holding you tight and protectively against his chest.

"You can go to sleep if you want, I can tell you're sleepy," he murmurs low enough for just you to hear him.

A small whimper emits from you, making a warmth spread through his body. He looks down at you adoringly before looking back up, shifting his focus back to the rather slow journey to the exit. Although some people part to make way for who they know to be Captain America himself, most of them are too drunk to care. So, Steve focuses heavily on navigating through the maze of bodies.

When he steals a glance down at you again, you're sleeping peacefully and your head has fallen back away from his neck. You must've felt him move though, because you immediately nestle your face back into his neck, and the warmth of your breath against his skin makes him shiver. The scent of the alcohol you'd been drinking lingers, but it's mixed with the familiar fragrance of your vanilla perfume, and it creates a blend that only you could pull off.

When you reach the exit, the cold, autumn night air hits both of your faces. Steve adjusts his grip on you to make sure you're comfortable and then walks to the car he ordered that dropped him off. The driver steps out, and opens the passenger side door for the two of you, allowing Steve to slide you comfortably onto the seat.

He thanks the driver as you whine at the loss of contact. You melt sleepily into his touch when he reaches in to brush your hair behind your ear to let you know he's not leaving. The bright city lights reflect in his blue eyes, and a soft, but achy, smile plays on his lips at the sight of you. Careful not to wake you or pinch your fingers, he fastens your seatbelt, making sure you're secure before closing the car door.

He walks to the other side of the car and gets in, choosing to sit by the window instead of next to you in the middle seat. As the car starts up, he can't help but look at you and admire you. The admiration quickly turns into longing, though. He takes in every part of your face, his mind plaguing itself with the memory of just over two months ago.

"I don't think I'm right for you."

The words flow easily from your mouth like water between open fingers. Steve looks at you, utterly confused and hurt. His jaw tightens, his eyebrows furrowing as he opens his mouth to speak, only to close it again when he can't find the words.

He gets off the couch, rising to his feet and looking at you from across the room. "You want to leave, to forget everything from the last year and a half, just because you don't think you're right for me?"

The weight of your decision and his words sit heavily on your shoulders as you slouch over, putting your face in your hands for a moment. "I... I'm no good for you, Steve, and you deserve better than me... I can't be what, or who, you need."

"What are you talking about, y/n? You're perfect to me, I wouldn't trade you for anything," he explains, trying to keep his voice soft and reassuring despite the fear and irritation building up in him. "Please, tell me what I can do to make you feel better and I'll do it, I'll do anything-"

"You can't do anything!" you finally snap, your emotions being misdirected towards him. You let the warm tears that were welling up fall freely from your eyes as you continue, "There's nothing you can do, Steven, I'm not the person you need, and I never will be. Drop it, just leave it at that, and move on."

"'Leave it at that?'" Steve repeats back in bewilderment. "We have been together for almost two years and you expect me to drop all of it just like that?"

All you can muster up in response is a quiet, "I'm sorry."

He watches you stand up and sling your purse over your shoulder. Desperately, he scrambles for the right words to say to make you stay. "Baby, please, tell me what's really going on here- this cannot be it for us, I won't let it be."

Steve takes long strides towards you only for you to back away from him. For some strange reason, that small action hurt worse than any of the words that came, or could possibly come, out of your mouth. He stops dead in his tracks, trying to search your face for any sign of changing your mind. When he doesn't find it, he bites down on his tongue to save himself more heartache from the useless begging he wants to let out.

"I'm sorry, Steve. You deserve better, and you always have," you mumble, wiping the tears off your cheeks and walking quickly to the front door.

"I love you," he says, only to receive no response other than the front door slamming shut as you walk out of it.

“You alright back there?” the driver’s voice snaps Steve out of his thoughts. “You need heat or air? Seat warmers? Anything?”

Steve shakes his head slightly, snapping himself out of it. His hand reaches over to you, and he rests the back of his hand on your forehead. “A little heat, thanks,” he says with a smile after nothing the tinge of cold your skin has.

“Of course,” the driver says with a returned smile as he turns the heat on.

As he avigates the familiar route to Steve’s apartment, with the sleepiness Steve feels, he's thankful for the fact that there's only a minute or two remaining of the drive. And on the other hand, he’s sulking about the short time left because that’s two minutes closer to you being gone by the time he wakes up.

He turns his gaze back to you, still peacefully asleep with your head resting against the window. The soft hum of the engine provides an almost calming backdrop that yet does nothing to soothe the ache that persists. Focusing on the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest always seems to soothe him though, and it still does so now.

The car comes to a stop in front of the apartment, and Steve reaches into his wallet to pull out some cash. He pulls out his keys too, to make it easier when he gets to the door. Then he hands the cash to the driver with a grateful nod before getting out of the car and making his way to your side. Gently, he opens the door, reaching up quickly to lean your head back on the headrest.

You grumble a little, and he's quick to ease you as he unbuckles your seatbelt. "Sorry, sweetheart, but we're home now."

"Home?" you murmur, still half asleep.

He carefully lifts you into his arms once more, and you instantly cling to his jacket. "Yeah... home."

The building's lobby is quiet as he enters through the automatic doors, the night shift doorman giving him a knowing smile. Steve offers nothing but a small and short nod in return, his focus solely on your drunken state. Luckily the elevator ride is short, but every second feels like an eternity to him.

The weight of your body curled up in his arms provides a comforting familiarity. It's a familiarity he soaks up though, having not seen you outside of work during the few missions you had together. In fact, you hadn't spoken to him outside of work since you left either.

Even during missions, you were short with your comments. And when you picked up your things from his apartment, of which you were actively moving into, you did it on a day when he was gone. You'd left your key under the mat and shot him a brief text letting him know. He replied, only asking how you were doing, but he got no response back.

The elevator dings, snapping him out of his thoughts again as he steps out, taking long strides until he reaches his door. He turns to the side, bending down ever so slightly to unlock the door with his keys in the hand hooked under your legs. He twists the doorknob and pushes the door open, carrying you inside with practiced ease.

The soft glow of outside city lights filters through the open windows. Paired with the dim tv, the lights cast a cool ambiance over the living room. With a deep breath, he heads straight to his room and slowly lays you down on the bed.

The bedroom is dark except for the blue and green aurora projected on the ceiling from the starlight projector you insisted he get since his room was too 'plain.' At first, the light kept him up at night because he found it too distracting, but since you'd left, he couldn't sleep without it on. After all, it was the only piece of you that you left with him other than the few shirts and undergarments.

Steve sighs deeply, taking your heels off your feet and placing them next to the bed. He covers you with your favorite blanket from the foot of his bed, and with a heart heavier than typical, he makes his way to the kitchen to fill up a cup with water. He then carries the glass back to the bedroom and sits it on the bedside table.

He takes a moment to simply watch you as he sits on the edge of the bed next to you. The soft features of your face relaxed in sleep makes him contemplate waking you up- you were always a peaceful sleeper, and he hated disturbing those few moments of peace.

Before he can attempt to wake you, you begin to stir, your eyelashes fluttering as your eyes slowly open. You blink slowly a few times, allowing your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, and then a sleepy smile forms on your face when you see Steve.

"Hey," he greets you softly, reaching over to offer you the glass of water from the nightstand.

"Thank you," you say.

It's obvious that you're still not sober as you take the glass and sit up too quickly, the sudden movement resulting in your head throbbing as you groan. "Ouch," you mumble, pressing the palm of your free hand against your forehead.

"You okay?"

"Think so," you reply, sitting up much slower than before.

The cool water soothes you a little as you take small sips of it. A contented sigh falls from your lips, your body appreciating the non-alcoholic beverage. You place the glass back onto its spot on the nightstand and then focus your attention back on Steve.

Your eyes reflect the projector's lights as your eyes rake over him for a few seconds. Slower than you realize, you raise your hand and brush it gently over his cheek in admiration. "You're like... like an angel, but a reaaally handsome one," you croon.

Steve chuckles, a mixture of amusement and genuine joy spreading across his features. "I'm flattered, but you're the angel here, honey," he says with a smile.

He captures your hand in his and brings it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your palm. You giggle in response, the alcohol still evident in your system, and then your happy expression fades away. You look down, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious.

"I'm sorry for, uhm, causing a fuss t'night. I never meant to ruin your night..."

The look on his face becomes one closer to sympathetic as he drops your hand, now reaching over to cup your cheek. Carefully, he forces you to look at him as he speaks. "Hey, you didn't ruin anything, alright? I'll always come when you need me, and I'm just glad you're okay."

Missing the feeling of his skin on yours all too much, you lean into his touch, letting his warmth soothe you. "Thanks for...everything."

"Anytime, truly," he replies.

There's a comfortable silence that falls between you, the weight of the obvious unspoken words lingering in the air. You look up at him, trying to keep yourself awake. Steve drops his hand and tries to memorize every detail of your face. He knows that tomorrow things will go back to how they were, and he's not sure he can stomach that.

It only takes a few more beats of silence before he breaks the said silence, his voice low and gentle. "Can we talk?" he asks, his blue eyes searching yours.

You hum for a moment, taking a slow breath before saying, "Jus' for a minute, very sleepy."

"I just... I have one question, that okay?"

"Hm?"

Steve musters up the courage to speak, only breaking apart from your gaze for a second. "Could you maybe tell me why you left? Like why you really left?"

When your eyes flicker with hesitation and sadness, he starts to regret asking. The air feels heavier than it ever has, holding the weight of everything spoken and not yet said, but he breathes it all in. Right as he's about to tell you to not worry about it, you take a deep breath and smother your vulnerability with the knowledge that he deserves the truth. Slowly as to not give yourself another headache, you nod.

"S'like I told you, that was the truth, 'm not good enough. You look at me with so much love and admiration, and I know...I know I could never live up to what you think of me," you explain, drawing out each word a little more than you would if you were sober. "'M holding you back, always have been, and you deserve better."

His eyebrows furrow as he takes in your words, his gaze intense and sharp. "I look at you like that because of who you are, not because of who I think you should be," he says in an attempt to reassure you. He reaches out to take your hand in his as he continues, "You're always been more than enough, honey. I mean, hell, you're more than I deserve, and-"

"No, no, you don't get it!" you exclaim lowly, cutting him off and taking your hand out of his grip. "Y-you're perfect, you're America's golden boy, and 'm jus' me. I hate my body, my mind, an-and everything about me. Could never be good enough for you, Steve. As if I don't already hate myself enough, everyone says and sees how much more you deserve, except for you."

Steve's mind races and his heart tightens as he takes in your words. The obvious pain in your voice cuts through him like a scalding knife, the tears welling up in your eyes cutting him even deeper. He's now sure that nothing could measure up to the pain of hearing you talk about yourself in the complete opposite way of how he thinks of you.

Silence passes as he dwells on your words. Then it clicks.

"Who's been saying that?" he questions sternly.

You avoid his gaze like the plague, immediately breaking the eye contact you were holding. Physically, you can feel yourself shrink. Whether it's the guilt from your outburst, the shame from everything you've heard and thought about yourself, or the intensity of his gaze- you're not sure.

His jaw tightens in anger, but not directed at you. "Who, y/n?"

A deep and heavy sigh falls from your lips as your eyes dart around the room. "Phone," you say quietly, holding out your hand to him.

Steve looks at your outstretched hand, confusion covering the concern etched on his face briefly. He pauses for a moment before reaching into the pocket of his jeans and pulling out your phone. Placing it in your hand, he watches closely as you unlock it with shaky fingers. Your eyes scan over the screen, but it doesn't take long for you to find what you were looking for, and your expression tells it all.

You hesitate to hand the phone to him, but you do so anyway, lying down on the bed and curling up into yourself as soon as the phone touches his hands. And, not that you see it, but his eyes narrow as he reads over everything rapidly. You'd had it all saved in a little folder; every message, every media report, every post made about you.

He's not sure what's worse of the situation, to be honest. To know that you'd felt this way about yourself for God knows how long and not have said anything about it was painful, sure. However, the words written about you were downright cruel, analytical, and simply not true at all.

But the amount of things that were written and you had saved for you to read at your whim, only reaffirming whatever untrue things you thought about yourself? That was a different level of hurt that he could imagine hurt you hundreds of times worse than it does him.

Unable to stomach anymore, he places your phone face down on the nightstand. Silently, he scoots up on the bed to be closer, reaching out to place his hand on your cheek. You flinch at the contact at first, but his touch is gentle, a stark contrast to the words you've been subjected to.

"I'm so, so sorry, my sweet girl," he says softly, trying to force down tears of his own.

You take a shaky breath in and out, your voice barely above a low murmur. "Didn't want you to leave me, so I left first."

Steve's heart sinks at your admission, his thumb gently stroking your cheek to wipe away the stray tear that escaped your eye. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, a gesture that's meant to offer some kind of comfort and reassurance.

"I would've never left you, and I still won't, okay? I know you care about what they say, but I don't. Nothing could ever skew my image of you, angel, you're my definition of perfect- you don't have any image to live up to in my mind," he promises with a soft-spoken tone.

You can't find it in you to respond even though you want to, all too scared of your voice failing you. Sheer pain radiates from you to the point where it's almost suffocating. While he's more than aware that no words can take back anything you've read or heard, the simple fact that he can't undo what has already been done riddles him with guilt still.

If he could, he would take all of that ache and bear it all for you.

"When did all this start?" he inquires, waiting patiently for your answer.

"I don't know..."

"I know you do, honey, you can tell me."

"Only... Only a week after we got together, got worse after I started moving in here."

"Scoot," he instructs gently, careful to control his tone with you although he feels a deep rage.

You oblige and scoot over slowly. Almost instantly, he lays down behind you, curling up so that his body molds with yours. He brushes a few pieces of your hair back before wrapping his arm around your midsection to hold you protectively against him.

"Can I ask you one more thing?" he asks, adding on, "And you don't have to answer if you don't want to."

After thinking about it for a second, you nod. He tries to find the best way to ask what he wants to ask. Deep down he wants, but somehow already knows, the answer, yet he doesn't want to make things worse. Nor does he want it to seem like the subject is the only thing he was thinking about.

"Is…is all of this, meaning what people have said and what you think about yourself- is this why we've never, you know, done anything together?" he inquires with furrowed brows from the overwhelming amount of emotions. "I'm just asking because I never thought this would be why, I thought I was doing something wrong or you just weren't ready."

Your body tenses at his question, and you have to steady your voice before answering, "Part of it. Never felt good enough, and I didn't want you to see me like that and be disappointed."

Steve frowns, sighing lowly as he presses a gentle kiss to the back of your neck. The gesture is simple, but it effectively conveys the depth of what he feels.

"I don't care how long it takes me to convince you, but I'll spend forever trying to get you to see yourself even a fraction of the way I do if I have to," he says as his thumb traces circles on your side. "You're absolutely breathtaking, angel. Fuck anyone who says you're anything other than beautiful."

A quiet giggle slips from between your lips, unable to hold contain your momentary amusement. For the first time in a while, he smiles a real, genuine smile. "You don't know how long I've missed the sound of that pretty laugh."

"You said 'fuck,'" you tease, trying to soak in the temporary joy.

He chuckles and the sounds rumbles through his chest. "Sometimes I can be a little hypocritical, especially when it comes to protecting you."

The smile you hold fades again, and you're left with nothing but the sadness and warmth of Steve's body behind yours. "Thank you," you whisper.

Steve tightens his hold around you and presses another gentle kiss to the nape of your neck. "You don't need to thank me for telling you the truth, it's what I'm here for, and I meant every word."

The two of you lay there in silence for a while. The room stays filled only with the sounds of your delicate breathing and the occasional passing of a distant car. This time, the silence isn't agonizing though. Steve's presence makes it feel comforting, and his words make your brain go mute even if just for tonight, making the weight of the world lift just a little.

"Stevie?" you murmur, breaking the silence.

"Hmm?" he responds.

Your fingers wrap around his wrist. "Don't wanna be alone t'night," you admit.

"Then you won't be," he promises softly. "Do you want me to help you out of that dress? No pressure, of course, I was just thinking it might be more comfortable for you to sleep if you changed. I think you've still got a shirt here or you could wear one of mine, and like I said I could leave if-"

"Steve?"

"...Yes?"

"Don't think I could get out of this dress by myself right now if I wanted to, and I'd love one of your shirts."

Steve smiles at your response, relief washing over him at your comfort with him. He unwraps his arm from around you, sitting up slowly before helping you sit up. When he slides off the bed, walking over to his dresser to find a shirt, you scoot yourself slowly to the edge of the bed. Your legs dangle off the edge and your shoulders slouch as you try to keep yourself awake.

With a worn-out gray t-shirt in his hand, he walks back over to you. "Alright, sweetheart. Let me take care of you," he says.

He places the shirt on the bed and reaches behind you to unzip your dress. You allow your head to fall against his chest, trying to soak in his warmth. His movements are slow and delicate, precise too, ensuring that he doesn't cause you any discomfort.

Once the zipper is down, he leaves his hands resting on your back to help you slide off the bed. Then he slips the thin straps down your arms, allowing the dress to fall to the floor, leaving you in just your underwear.

Crystalline, icy blue eyes rake over your body for a moment as he bends down to pick up the discarded fabric. It's not a sexual ogling, and you know that; he's simply admiring you the way he has always wanted to.

Suddenly feeling bashful, you avoid his gaze. You look at anything but him or your body, opting to focus on the street lights outside the big window. He catches your slight shyness immediately and quickly tries to soothe you.

"Hey," he coos with concern written on his face, one hand resting on your waist and the other cupping your cheek, "You're perfect, angel. Are you feeling uncomfortable, do I need to step out for a minute?"

"N-no," you answer promptly and force yourself to meet his eyes. "'M jus' not used to being looked at like this."

Steve's gaze softens, clearly showing he understands the vulnerability you feel. He leans in to press a lingering kiss on your forehead. "If you let me, I'll help you get used to it- and I'll make sure you never feel unsafe or uncomfortable with me. How's that sound?"

The corners of your lips manage to quirk up into an appreciative smile. "Sounds nice, Stevie," you reply, your voice low but still audible.

Returning the same appreciative look, he picks up the t-shirt and says, "Thank you for letting me see you, and touch you, but let's get into something more comfortable for right now. You need some sleep."

You nod and raise your arms up in the air so he can slide the t-shirt onto you. It's then that you notice he'd given you the same shirt you wore the first night you ever spent the night at his place, and almost every time since then, threatening to make you cry.

The fabric is as soft against your skin as it always has been, and the scent of Steve's cologne envelops you, providing a sense of security. A warm feeling spreads through your chest at how he cares for you.

Steve takes a small step back to admire you in the shirt, and just to get another look at you. A fond smile plays on his lips as he looks you over once more. "Always has looked better on you than it does on me. Good to know it still does," he says, honesty obvious in his voice.

Again, your eyes lock with his. You search him for any sign of anything negative, coming up with nothing almost instantly. He searches you for any look or hint of discomfort, but he finds nothing other than sleepiness and adoration in your gaze.

Silence passes over the two of you like it had just mere minutes ago. The quiet environment feels even more natural and comforting than it did before, though.

He clears his throat, trying to prevent the eye contact from becoming awkward for you. "Uhm, let's get you into bed, alright?"

You step to the side so he can pull the comforter back, your hands playing with the bottom hem of the shirt. He turns to face you, and you take a wobbly step towards him, balancing yourself by placing your hands on his chest. His hand flies to your lower back to offer you more support, and you look up at him through the eyelashes of your sleepy eyes.

Slowly, tracing your way up and down his chest once, your eyes stare into him with something he'd never seen in you before. In fact, the look is so intense that it could make any man weak, he's sure of it. His eyebrows raise ever so slightly at your sudden touchiness.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asks, somehow oblivious to exactly what look it is that you're giving him.

"Mhmm," you hum, drawing out the 'hm,' with a voice laced with a soft and sleepy seduction from still being tipsy. "Y'know, 'm not thaaat tired."

"Oh? The way that you're hardly able to hold yourself up says otherwise, angel. We have all of tomorrow to talk, let me just help take care of you tonight."

A giggle slips from between your parted lips in response to his cluelessness. "S'cute when you're so sweet," you croon.

"Do you, uhm, do you need something before bed? Like an Advil maybe?"

Instead of a verbal response, you grab onto his jacket and give it a slight tug. You take a step forward, pushing him back gently to force him to sit on the bed. He looks up at you in confusion, but you don't let go of him as you slowly straddle him. With your weight being supported by your knees on the bed and his legs under you, you lean in, nuzzling your face into his neck.

"Angel, what're you-"

Your lips brush lightly under his jawline, leaving a trail of tender kisses as you gradually make your way down to under his chin.

Steve's breath hitches, and his free hand comes to rest on your waist with a delicate, but firm, grip. "O-oh," he murmurs in a sigh.

You nibble gently on his jaw. "Jus' need you," you mumble before pressing your lips to his.

He lets you kiss him, unable to resist the feeling because, well fuck, how could he?

The taste of your lips is all too familiar, and as his lips work against yours, his hands find your hips. His hold on you is secure, and it does nothing to ease the arousal building up in your stomach. You whine from the contact, and he tugs you closer, still careful to keep you steady on his lap.

His resolve weakens, and he becomes hyperaware of your vulnerable state again. So, he breaks the kiss, looking down and into your eyes.

"Y/n, I'm not sure if-" he starts, only to be interrupted by you dipping down to bite on his neck. You suck harshly on his neck as you reach down and palm him through his jeans.

A low groan emits from his chest, his voice husky when he speaks. "God, baby.”

Thoroughly enjoying the reaction he gives, you whimper against his neck. He can feel the corners of your lips turn up into a slight smile. His other hand is on the other side of your waist, gripping it firmly, as soon as you start grinding down onto his thigh. He loses himself in the moment for just a second before reminding himself of your inebriated state.

“F-Fuck,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “Wait, wait- stop.”

You bite down once more, whining slightly before pulling away. The sensitive spot on his neck pulses, rushing with blood from the sucking and vibration. He tenses up with a mixture of both surprise and arousal at your forwardness. Then he lets both of his hands find your hips and settle on them, his hold tightening on you.

"D-did I do somethin' wrong? Did that not feel good?" you ask with a deep frown.

"No, no. That's not it, I promise; everything you've done feels amazing," Steve reassures you, quickly shutting down your negative thoughts.

Once again, he clears his throat in an attempt to regain his composure. "Angel, you're just… not in the best state right now. I won't take advantage of you, and I don't want you doing anything you might regret," he explains as he looks down to meet your gaze.

You're staring up at him with those big puppy dog eyes that you always use as an effective method to sway him. Tonight, though, is vastly different.

"C'mon, doll. Don't look at me like that. If you still want me in a few hours, when you're sober, that is, then I am all yours," he promises, trying to bargain with you.

You stick your lower lip out a little unintentionally, giving him the cutest pout he's ever seen. "Sober..." you repeat, looking away almost in shame as you add, "Promise you'll still want me then?"

Steve tilts your chin up with his finger and forces you to lock eyes with him. "I can promise you. I've never wanted anything more in my life than I want you. And that's never going to change."

Tantalizingly, he runs his thumb across your lower lip, a small smile playing on his lips. "But, I need you to be sure that this is what you want. I want you to remember every moment, not just bits and pieces of it, and know that everything we do is your choice," he says softly.

After taking a moment to process his words, you nod in understanding- noting the sincerity in his eyes. The room fills itself with an assortment of emotions, ranging everywhere from desire, uncertainty, and just a touch of venerable fragility.

Steve brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his expression one of soft neutrality. "Alright. Let's get you tucked in," he whispers, his voice a low murmur.

You let go of his jacket after he scoots back on the bed, bringing your knee from the other side of his leg and lying down. You curl yourself into a ball, and Steve's eyes never leave you as you do so. He takes a moment to appreciate the mere sight of you back in his bed, and a wave of warmth rushes through his chest. His earlier desires are still very much present, but so is the respect for the boundaries he set for your well-being.

He gets up briefly to pull the blankets over you before sitting down in the comfy chair in the corner of the room to take his shoes off. The chair you'd begged him to get as well to fill up the empty space in the room.

After sliding the boots under the chair, he makes his way to the dresser to change into some loose-fitting sweatpants. When he's about to put a shirt on, you grumble a 'no,' that catches his attention and makes him turn to face you.

"No?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow up questioningly.

"Nuh-uh," you respond with a shake of your head.

He chuckles lightly. "Why not?"

"Warmer without it, not a bad sight either," you say softly, following it up with a yawn.

Steve smirks in appreciation of your usual playfulness. "If you insist," he concedes, deciding to forgo the shirt. He slips the shirt back into the drawer and walks back over to the bed.

He settles himself in beside you and lifts his arm up, allowing you to scoot into his side and rest your head on his chest. Happily, you hum, soaking up his warmth and focusing on his steady heartbeat. He then reaches down with his free hand to pull the blanket over himself.

"Uncomfortable?" you murmur, sleep laced in your voice.

"No, I'll be alright as long as you're comfortable."

A second passes by before you speak again. "Thank you."

"For what, angel?"

"For being so...you."

You feel Steve's chest rise and fall with a deep, contented sigh. His fingers trace slow circles on your back through your shirt. "Always," he whispers, his soft voice lulling you even closer to sleep.

The room stays wrapped in a soothing silence, the only sounds heard being the quiet breaths from both of you. As you lay there trying to sleep, you can't help but marvel at the man beside you. Everything about him is truly perfect, from his basic concern for your well-being to the way he has always taken care of you.

Your eyes begin to feel heavy, slowly shutting fully as you find yourself on the brink of slumber. Just before you succumb to sleep, you muster up the energy to mumble, "Steve?"

"Hmm?" he responds, his chest rumbling under your cheek.

"'M glad it's you."

"Wouldn't trade you for anything, sweetheart," he murmurs, placing a kiss on the top of your head. "And, for the record, I'm glad it's you too."

Steve continues to run his fingers over your back as you fall asleep. His fingers create a rhythmic pattern that mirrors the peaceful in and out of your breathing, only making your rest more soothing. He looks down at you and smiles to himself, reveling in the sheer joy of having you back, even if it's only for tonight.

Often the weight of his responsibilities feels too heavy to bear, but with you, there's a sense of solace that transcends the chaos of the outside world. Everything about you and your presence is a sanctuary. It's all a nice reminder that, after everything he does for everyone else, he's worthy of a little tranquility at the end of the day too.

Steve presses another gentle kiss into your hair before closing his eyes, savoring the sweet moment. "Goodnight, angel."

He hears your tired, softly grumbled response before he falls asleep. Though he tries not to let himself get too wrapped up in the moment, too used to your presence again, he does anyway. If there is anything he wants for the rest of his life, it's you next to him.

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