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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year
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Exile: Part 5
Exhaustion had befallen you, even after spending a night passed out in a bedroom that was larger than the entire cottage you had lived in with your guardian; exhaustion had clung to you like ivy to a wall.
It was your last-ditch effort that had brought you to this position; it was your last chance to escape a fate you hadn’t wanted, that had riddled you with continued strike of tiredness that had made it nearly impossible to move.
You had languidly opened your eyes, blinking softly as you peered around the room while you were tucked beneath finely sewn and embroidered blankets that trapped heat around you as if it were an oven made of the softest material known to man. You were lying in the bed that was as heavenly as you had expected from a man like the king, nothing compared to the beds stuffed with straw that you had slept on, and you were sure this would be on luxury you would miss when you went back to the cottage.
Still, it hadn’t mattered how impressive the delicate embroidery was nor the soft material of the bed beneath you; you were going to find a way out of here.
You were going to escape the king’s clutches, and you would return to your home in the dense wilderness. You would repeal all the luxuries he had become accustomed to and go back to your roots and the forest that had offered you so much more than what was here.
Your last-ditch effort to lose him before you had arrived here would not and had not been your last attempt to leave. However, it had complicated how easy it would be for you to not only leave but to navigate your way back to your home.
You were not in the slightest familiar with this territory here, even if you had been…
A lifetime’s experience tracking and hunting, navigating the forest and avoiding the creatures who could have quickly taken you down if there were ever a need for food, you wouldn’t have a clear idea of how to get yourself from the castle to the cottage without being spotted and taken.
It appeared that even though the king’s arrogance and irritability, the majority of the populous were loyal to him. And by that extension, since you were made to be his wife and queen, that loyalty would likely be part of your downfall.
If you were spotted in one of the many villages by anyone who could have and would have sent word back to the king, you would be done. Your escape plan would be squandered.
As delightfully horrific as the idea was, you were destined to be here for the foreseeable future until you could have either gathered enough supplies to make the trek or, at the very least, secured yourself a mount to make the travel more accessible.
Realistically, even if you had wanted to make the trek now, with winter quickly setting in, you would likely freeze and be lost in the snowstorm that would barrage the region. You would be done for before you had gotten far enough, and that was the fact that had settled itself in your mind.
Until you could squirrel away some supplies and have the necessary tools to survive, you would have to remain here under the gaze of the kind while trying to retain your distance.
If only you hadn’t had that damn mark, he could have worked it out with the replacement for his first wife. If only she had remained on his radar, then you could’ve been left behind; you could’ve stayed away and lived your life without responsibilities you didn’t want.
When you could no longer lay in the far too comfortable bed under the blanket that felt too warm and too dense, you had carefully thrown back the covers. You pushed yourself to sit up, gazing around the room that was almost as incredible as the views around the castle.
While you had expected thick drapery and heavy cloth banners of the king’s face everywhere you had looked, you were pleasantly surprised not only to see a lack of his face but relatively light and airy linen covering the doors that led out to the balcony and a picturesque and uninterrupted view of the mountains beyond.
Your irritation with not only where you were but with who you were trapped, albeit somewhere in the castle, you had stood and immediately crossed the distance to the balcony.
You had yanked on the drapes and part the linen and stood before the balcony doors that had been your only barrier between the room you were in and the exterior. You hadn’t even attempted to open the doors and step out in the pre-winter weather; instead, you had studied the snowcapped mountains with interest and admiration.
It had been a long time since you had seen the mountains, indeed seen the hills, and you had almost forgotten how breathtaking they could be. It was delightful, seeing the rugged beauty as they stood against a light grey background, and you had been transported from a place of carefully crafted containment to a place where you were a lone visitor to a chalet, to an escape where you could bask in the beauty of the strongholds so close, yet painfully far.
“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” The hair on the back of your neck had stood when you heard his voice, and you had quickly swapped your admiration for irritation at the sound of the king as he spoke to you, but furthermore, you had felt indignation for the man who had taken you.
Without wanting to give him too much attention, you had glanced over your shoulder and studied him. He had replaced the royal blue tunic and the crest for something much more straightforward and something much more freeing to parade around the castle in.
You had briefly noted the way the white shirt had tightened around his biceps, accentuating the strength that he harboured, and the slight silver threading throughout the garment had brought out the green in his eyes. His hair was almost slicked back save for a bit of coif, and while he had shaved recently, you could see a small nick in his chin that had likely come from a blow during some training session.
It had seemed that you were out longer than you had expected.
“Are you hungry, wench?”
“Why? Are you going to poison my food?” You sneered and turned away from him, glancing at the fleetingly beautiful mountains, briefly wondering if you could head northwest instead of heading back to your cottage.
“Why would I poison my queen?” His voice had rung in your ears, and you were tempted to stride toward the doors and fling them open to see what he would do. However, you knew that he would just as likely throw you back onto the bed and hold you there.
“Starved.” You whipped around and came to face him, watching him lift the silver cover that was keeping both of your food from being seen, and as you had started to move toward him, he had plucked a few grapes from the vine and held them out in his hand.
“I need to keep you healthy.” Steve had commented, rolling the grapes in his hand as you slowly sank into the chair before him. “The doctor who had come to check you over after you pulled that stunt-“
“Not planning on having a family anytime soon, are you?” You jerked the tray toward you, the swift action earning a scowl in return.
“When the time comes, we will have a family-“ you had cut him off, leaning forward as you flashed him a dirty look, your teeth gritting before you spat your accusation his way.
“Unless you are planning on holding me down-“
“I would never assault my soulmate like that.” Steve slammed his fist against the table, and you had nearly jumped out of his skin when his eyes darkened as he studied you.
“You think I would be some hideous and disfigured beast, some animal who knows no bounds-“
“You’ve proven me wrong, haven’t you? Kidnapping me. Chasing me down and binding my hands-“
“You hid from me! You are mine, and I am yours! We are bound-” He growled, the tension in the room growing thick, as his eyes had grown wider and the blue had become more akin to the manic and violent waters of the dark sea.
“We are nothing!” You countered and stood abruptly, kicking the chair back as you faced off against him, your nails digging into his palm.
“You have just decided that I was yours! You decided to rip me from my home! You decided to hunt me down like I am nothing but your toy!”
“You show such little respect-“
“I see no one worth respecting.” You rolled your shoulders back and stood straight, holding each other’s gazes as that thick and electrified tension had crackled between you two.
“The only thing I see is a man who is hiding behind a shield, a man who is so obsessed and mad with the need to have something, someone who doesn’t want him; he is willing to lose his sanity in the process.”
“If I am losing my sanity, I cannot already go mad.” He quipped, the atmosphere of the conversation ultimately shifting in a moment, and as if nothing had ever happened, as if the two of you hadn’t just been at each other’s throats; you had groaned and rolled your eyes.
“Shut up.”
“Sit and eat. Your body is weak.” Steve had extended his hand toward the food, and you had been disgruntled as you picked up the chair and sat down again, closing yourself off as you grabbed a chunk of freshly baked bread and tore a piece off with your teeth.
“You will have a guard with you at all times.” Steve watched you, the light tones of his eyes returning, and he had copied you in the manner of grabbing food and eating slowly.
“I’m not a child.” You glowered, swallowing your bread and moving on to the fruit.
“You are my soulmate and my queen; you will have a guard at all times. Even if I am with you, you will have a guard.” Steve had reiterated, ignoring your protest that you weren’t a child, choosing instead to relay facts to you.
“The noblemen seem to think I’m making a mistake-“
“-you are-“
“-by choosing a woman who is wild and ill-mannered. No more than a beast.”
“Fuck them!” You growled under your breath. “No more than a beast? No more than a beast?”
“Y/N-“
“No, seriously…fuck them. I have spent my entire life in that damn forest learning to take care of myself, okay? And they…when is the last time they had to go out and hunt for their food? When was the last time they had to track down prey miles away and shoot it with a bow and arrow? Huh? A crossbow? Beast.”
“Forest wench,” Steve drummed his fingers against the tabletop, “while I am thrilled over your experiences in taking care of yourself, you are a queen now-“
“I am no queen. I am Y/N L/N, and I belong in the thick of trees, not behind castle walls.” You cut him off, ignoring his displeasure, again.
“You are going to be queen whether you like it or not-“
“So much for not holding me down. Bastard.” You rolled your eyes and glanced over your shoulder, watching the door handle turn before it was pushed open and a man who was dressed in the manner of the guards and knights you had seen earlier stepped into the room.
“Things aren’t going well.” He smirked and looked you over once before casting his gaze upon Steve. “Your royal highness-“
“Is he talking to me?” You grimaced and scrunched your nose at the wording he had chosen.
“James Buchanan Barnes, captain of the guard and now babysitter”
“What’d you do to piss him off? Take away his mirror?”
“Wench,” Steve hissed and curled his fists, “must you comment on everything?”
“The council is waiting for you.” Your guard smirked and then coughed lightly to cover up the sound of his laugh.
“I wish I could have stayed longer and listened to your foul mouth,” Steve had stood and strolled around the table until he was standing near you, with one hand resting on the back of the chair and the other on the table, “but I have business to tend to.”
“Good. Go.” You rolled your eyes and huffed. “Tell the council, with all due respect, that they can get fucked.”
“Such a tongue, wench.” Steve had used the moment of your distraction to offer you a sentiment you hadn’t asked for, yet couldn’t pass up. “Your guard, will take you on a tour and I will join you shortly.”
A tour, a chance to see how best to get the hell out of here.
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biteofcherry · 1 year
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Does mafia Steve from Nesting like his wife's pregnant belly?
Like? Steve loves it! He's obsessed with it. He puts his hand on her belly whenever he can 😊
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Nesting
mafia!Steve Rogers x female reader
warnings for the part below: pregnancy; breeding kink; pregnant belly appreciation; fluff; a bit of smut; soft!dark Steve Rogers; mafia!Steve Rogers;
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"Magnifica." Steve murmurs in awe, his warm breath brushing your cheek as he leans his chin on your shoulder to watch his hand roam over your pregnant belly.
You're sprawled in bed, Steve leaning against the headboard and you sitting between his legs, your back resting against his chest. You've been watching a baking show on the ridiculously huge tv screen while Steve fed you bites of fruit and some chocolates.
That's until his focus switched to your belly.
He traces both hands over the flimsy fabric of the pink babydoll you're wearing, resting his palms over the swell of you, chasing little flutters beneath your skin.
He doesn't do it only in bed, though it's mostly where he gets enough time to fully immerse in his fascination with your pregnant body. But Steve touches you whenever he can - keeping an arm around you and a hand spread possessively over your big belly when you're out; lifting your shirt up and peppering your belly with kisses when you're lounging at home. Any given opportunity, really.
Occasionally his focus would switch to your tits, which filled out more and become the core of your latest torment - they're ridiculously sensitive, getting you shaking in arousal with a mere touch.
"You should always look like that." Steve states, his big palm spread over the center of your belly.
"Like a huge whale?" You snort, trying to focus on the cakes that are being currently made on the tv and not on the way Steve's touch makes your sensitive skin tingle.
"Whales can't compare." Steve chuckles, sliding one of his hands a little upwards. "They're not as hot and glowing as you."
He cups your breast - your nipple instantly stiffening under his touch - and you let out a tiny gasp.
"It's only sweat and anti-stretch marks oil." You huff; lately you were becoming more self-conscious and self-depreciating.
"The oil maybe makes your skin softer," Steve pulls down the strap of your nightie and squeezes your exposed breast. Jolt of arousal zaps straight to your clit. "But it's the pregnancy that makes you so sensitive and extra responsive."
"It's my seed growing in your belly that causes it." His voice drops into that low, deep timbre which makes your pussy pulse in anticipation.
Steve starts pulling the fabric of your babydoll upwards, his hand quickly sneaks beneath it to relish in the skin-on-skin contact.
"You are amazing." Steve turns his head to kiss your cheek. "Your body is amazing. It's creating life."
He starts mouthing kisses along your jaw and down the column of your neck.
"And it takes me so well..." he growls, scraping his teeth over your shoulder.
Suddenly, in a swift yet gentle move, Steve pushes you forward.
He has you on your hands and knees before you manage to utter a single syllable of protest.
Steve nudges your thighs wider apart. You comply instantly, your body already buzzing with need. You kind of hate how quickly you rouse nowadays. Not like Steve had much trouble making you drip in rapid time without your pregnancy hormones raging.
"Already so wet for me." Steve hums, pleased, as his fingers slide between your folds.
"Or maybe, my little wife..." he guides the leaking tip of his cock to your entrance - "You're always ready for me?"
He doesn't wait for an answer. He clasps one hand on your shoulder to keep you in place and rests the other hand on your belly as he pushes into your cunt in one, firm stroke.
"Gonna keep you like this for a long time, little bird." He groans in delight as your walls flutter around him. "For as long as your body can take it."
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navybrat817 · 9 months
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Sweet as Cherry Pie
Pairing: Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Summary: Steve comes home with great news, but you're not as happy as you should be. Word Count: Over 1.4k Warnings: Implied smut, noncon/dubcon elements (you have been warned), gaps in memory, gaslighting, coercion, creepy vibes, Steve Rogers (yep, he's a warning and a little mean) A/N: Steve and Cherry's Intro for my Disturbia AU! ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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You always enjoyed baking. It gave you something to do with your hands and the hobby was both simple and challenging. It required focus for measuring and following directions, but you also had fun with your creations. It seemed to be one of the only ways you could express yourself now, which clouded your feelings when you focused too much on it.
I will not feel sorry for myself. I have a good life. The best life.
Being the wife of Steve Rogers was a dream come true. The man was handsome, loving, a hero. The all American dream wrapped up in the perfect package. He worked hard to provide you both with a lovely home and didn't ask for much in return. Only that you follow his orders and be dutiful.
A good wife obeys her husband.
You idly wiped down the counter as you waited for the oven timer to go off, glancing at one of the photos Steve placed near the window. While he smiled from ear-to-ear, yours was a little more reserved. He loved drawing and taking photos of you, but there weren’t any photos of the two of you before you moved to The Haven. They were somehow lost in the move.
Not that I remember packing any of my stuff, but my old place doesn’t matter, does it?
The sound of Steve’s motorcycle pulling into the garage pulled you from your distracted thoughts. He normally called if he was going to come home early. The sound of the door would indicate if he was back for a good or bad reason. Either way, he’d take his mood out on your body. You had to look presentable.
A good wife lives to please her husband.
You threw your apron off and rushed to your room to put on the cherry scented perfume he liked. He enjoyed it because it was seductive and sensual, sweet and tart, good enough to eat. As if on autopilot, you applied it to the same four spots: behind your ear, at the base of your neck, your wrist, and behind your knee. You retouched your lips next, staring at the tube of lipstick once you finished. It wasn't a color you wore until you moved in with him.
Steve picked it because he knows best.
When you looked at your beautiful reflection in the mirror, the urge to smash it began to surface. A flickering flame grew within you, threatening to spread like wildfire as you dropped the lipstick into the sink. There was nothing wrong with looking pretty for your husband. You just wished the person staring back at you was one you recognized.
I’m Cherry. I’m Mrs. Steve Rogers. I’m happy.
“Sweetheart?” Steve called to you before he gently shut the door. He was in a good mood at least. “Mmm. Something smells delicious.”
You straightened your dress and brushed off any negativity that bubbled under your skin as you went to greet him. Not a single blonde hair of his was out of place as he took in the sight of you. The need to impress him took over your thoughts. “Hi. Cookies are almost done,” you said, pressing your red lips to his cheek. “I didn’t expect you to come home so soon.”
“Maybe I just wanted to see my beautiful wife,” he asked as he slipped off his shoes and guided you toward the kitchen. Any excuse to touch you, he did. “Why? Are you not happy to see me?”
“I’m always happy to see you,” you said as you grabbed an oven mitt. The timer went off a second later and his eyes didn’t leave you as you carefully took the sheet out. “I just wanted to make sure everything’s okay.”
“Everything’s great,” he said, inspecting the cookies as you set them on the stove. You knew it was a wonderful batch without tasting them. The perfect man, he expected perfection in every extension of him. Which is why you didn’t make mistakes with any of your baking or cooking. "I have the best news.”
"Oh? What is it?" you asked curiously.
"Bucky’s married!" he said, taking you by the waist to twirl you around. “Can you believe it?”
"Married?" you repeated, not as happy as your husband. The news should’ve excited you since Bucky was his best friend, but it confused you. "I didn't know he was seeing anyone."
"No? I swore I told you he had his eye on someone,” he said with a condescending chuckle. “Makes me think you don’t pay attention when I speak to you, but that can’t be it, right?”
You went rigid in his grasp when he smiled. It reminded you of a demon, the shades of red and darkness showing in his eyes and perfect row of teeth. “It must’ve slipped my mind. Silly me,” you tried to giggle.
Like so many other things.
You didn’t relax until he kissed the corner of your mouth. “Because you’re so busy taking care of me, which I appreciate,” he praised you, his smile softer. Kinder. “And it’s better most days when I do the thinking for you.”
You bit your tongue so hard you almost drew blood, wanting to say that you were more than just a pretty face. The words didn’t come though. “You know best, Steve” you said as you plastered a smile on your face, your voice somewhat hollow after his insult. “And I love taking care of you.”
If he noticed your lack of enthusiasm, he didn’t say so. “Back to the good news,” he said, swaying with you even though there was no music. “It was a quick engagement and they didn’t want to wait. I wish I could’ve been at the ceremony, but I had that mission and I don’t blame him one bit for not waiting.”
“I’m sure he would’ve loved for you to be his best man.”
“He would’ve, but I'm happy that he’s happy. When you know, you know,” he said, tapping the tip of your nose. “Like the moment I met you. I knew you were going to be my wife."
Your smile faltered a little. It was difficult some days to remember just how you two came to be Mr. and Mrs. Rogers. You knew you loved him, but the actual process of falling for him? The build up of the relationship? It was like there was a chapter missing.
The past is the past and I have everything I need in the present.
Steve looked at you expectantly as you blinked. You needed to focus. “Just like I knew you’d be my husband.”
He hummed, seemingly pleased with your response. "We're going to meet her soon. Will you do me a favor, please? Make her feel welcome?" He suggested, but it was more like a command. He sometimes liked to phrase things in ways that made it sound as if you had a say in the matter, but his word was law. “Bucky’s my best friend and I want you two to be best friends.”
"Of course. It’ll be nice to have a new friend.”
“And once she’s settled in, I know they’re going to start trying for a family,” he went on, placing his hand on your stomach. “Which means we can try, too. Our kids can grow up together, the way Bucky and I did. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”
Steve would be the best father. He deserves a family. So does Bucky.
“So wonderful,” you whispered, afraid you’d cry if you raised your voice. You wish you knew why the thought of having children with the man you loved scared you.
“Maybe we can start practicing,” he said, his voice huskier as he gripped your hips. “A bit of dessert before dinner.”
You didn’t protest as he backed you against the counter. Your body would welcome him home the way it always did. He’d please you as you pleased him.
“And Cherry?”
“Yes, Steve?” you asked as he dipped his head to inhale your perfume.
“Make a cherry pie for me to send to Bucky’s house. I don’t think he plans on leaving anytime soon and he isn’t letting his wife leave the bed. We can’t let them go hungry now, can we?”
“No, we can’t,” you replied, closing your eyes as he pushed your dress up.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered.
Happy husband. Happy wife. Happy life.
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ramp-it-up · 1 year
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The Sweetest Nectar
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Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader. Steve Rogers x reader
Summary: Steve is pining for you and the fact that you are Sam’s girl doesn’t mean a thing.
Word Count: 1K.
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT, 
Warnings: Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. Soft Dark Subby Nomad Steve Rogers. Darkish reader. Mention of pre-serum Steve, Lap dance in public, voyeurism, masturbation, mention of drugs and alcohol, pining, angst, teasing, exhibitionism (on reader’s part), possible non con exhibitionism (on Sam’s part). Oral sex (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), sloppy seconds, possible cheating. All errors my own.
A/N: Thanks for this ask! It streched me.
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You were giving your boyfriend a lap dance on Steve’s couch, and it made the host irrationally happy. 
Steve was glad that Sam had someone, especially someone as sweet as you. Damn, you were probably so fucking sweet.
Steve licked his lips as he watched your hips undulate in front of Sam’s face. This was the perfect opportunity to watch you and ogle your body, because everyone was a little tipsy and a little high and doing it too. 
It was all in fun, right?
You glanced at Steve upside down as you gyrated on Sam’s lap now, and bent backward all the way over, your braids touching the floor, giving the room a view of your luscious tits. 
Yeah. You were perfect. And this night was the highlight since Steve came out of the ice.
You winked at Steve and his face grew red, but he played it off by taking another drink and rubbing his beard while flipping his long hair out of his face.
It worked on countless other women, but you just sat back up and pulled Sam’s face into the valley of your breasts, gasping as he motorboated your clothed breasts and grabbed the glorious globes of your blue-jeaned ass. 
People laughed, but Steve’s mood changed; he started plotting dismemberment and where to scatter body parts when Bucky came up to stand beside him and watch.
“Hold it up a little higher, buddy.”
Steve didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he took another drink and replied.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“That torch you’re carrying. Maybe she’ll see it if you hold it up higher, Lady Liberty.”
Steve just scoffed and drank some more, not denying anything that Bucky had said.
Bucky laughed and went to get another beer, as Steve practically cried in his, his heart silently aching for you.
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You and Sam were in Steve’s bedroom, taking advantage of the fact that everyone else was doing body shots in the kitchen.
“F-f-fuckkkkk! Samuel T-t-t-hom… fuck, Samuel Thomas W-w-wilsonnnnn.”
You were grabbing Sam’s ears as he skillfully ate you out, looking down on him between your legs as he sucked and pulled and played with your clit.
“Fucky, Baby… where did you learn to do … goddamn…”
You panted to try and catch your breath as he inserted three fingers inside you and spread them out.
“Holyyyyyy Shhhhhhh!!!!!!!!” 
You came like a freight train, your knees clamping down around Sam’s head. Sam’s large hands pried you from around his face and came up for air, a triumphant smirk on his face. He held your legs open and gazed at the pretty dark, wet lips of your cunt and the creamy liquid oozing out between them.
“Learning new techniques every day. Just to keep you satisfied, darlin’,”
Sam shook his head and watched as your pretty pussy lips sheltered your still quivering folds.
“It’s a beautiful view.”
Steve silently agreed from the closet, watching your beautiful cunt shine in the dim light from the street. He had his hand wrapped around his cock, fisting himself brutally at the sights, sounds, and faint smell of you. Steve silently willed Sam to action, wanting to hear how that wet pussy sounded when it was fucked good. 
It was just like before the war, when he watched Bucky…
“Hmmmm, Daddy. Give me some. Please? Pretty please. Will you give me some of that thick dick?”
You leaned back, legs still open, looking up at Sam, who was standing now, in front of you.
Your face, fucked out and glowing, looked up at his friend as you licked your lips was everything in the world to Steve Rogers right now.
Steve imagined it was him you were begging, and he didn’t know if he wanted you to suck Sam off or let him fuck you senseless. He just knew that wanted to bust this nut.
“Assume the fucking position then.”
You whimpered, and Steve nearly bust in his hand.
“Yes, Daddy.” 
You got on all fours on the bed and that view was even better than before. Oh, how he’d eat that ass, Steve thought.
Sam smacked both cheeks three times, and your moans and sighs alone were enough to make Steve cum. He watched his friend line up his thick dick and swipe it through your folds, and could almost feel your beautiful wetness. Stevehad to bite his lips to hold in his own grunts as Sam slowly, wetly, and solidly sank into you. 
“Ohhhhhh… shit….DADDY!!!”
“Fuuuuuccccckkkkkk!”
Sam’s head lolled back on his shoulders as he bottomed out and Steve’s eyes practically rolled back in his head as he witnessed the ecstasy. 
Then, Sam looked down and smacked your ass again. Steve watched, rapt, as Sam slowly pulled almost all the way out, then plunged quickly back into your wet goodness. He bet you were so warm. Sam did it again and again and again, faster and faster, and faster. Steve stroked in time as you moaned louder and louder and louder, oblivious to the others at the party.
Steve watched your back arch, and your flesh shake and ripple with every back shot delivered. He was so fucking close.
“Daddy? Daddy? Please Daddy.. I wanna, I wanna….I neeeeeed to…”
“Cum, Darlin’... give it to me. Fuck yeah!”
Sam’s voice was a growl and as you started shaking, Steve’s cum started spilling into his palm and the sock that he was using to contain it.
“Shhsshhhhittttttt….” Steve’s whisper was not silent, but quiet enough that you two wouldn’t hear it over your own noises.
You and Sam collapsed on the bed..
“That was great, Darlin’. You shouldn’t tease me like that in public. ‘S not gonna stop me from giving it to you.” 
Sam kissed your nose.
“I am well aware of what that does to a man. Makes it that much better, Daddy.”
Sam laughed, and then moved toward the bathroom.
“We better get outta here, before Steve catches us in his bedroom.”
You looked toward the bathroom and then sat up on the edge of the bed, legs open again.
Steve saw your wrecked pussy, the combination of you and Sam seeping out, and his cock swelled again. He nearly yelled when he saw you playing in it again. It was like you were doing it just for him.
But you stopped when Sam came back out to get dressed.
“I need a little more time to get cleaned up. You go ahead.”
“Ok Darlin,” Sam leaned over and kissed your forehead and you reached for a peck on the lips.
“You made me hungry, took all my energy. I’m going to go eat some food.” 
Sam winked and left the room smiling and happy.
When the door closed, you stared straight at the closet.
“Well? Are you going to stay in there and jack off again, or are you going to come out and clean me up?”
You leaned back on your hands, legs wide.
“Now’s your chance Steve. I know you’re in there. Are you going to come out Captain?”
Steve gulped. Then he couldn’t help but comply.
“Fuck…”
Steve emerged from the closet, the tip hard cock glistening and stiff at the opening of his undone pants. He walked toward you and dropped to his knees.
You threaded your hand in his hair, brushing it away from his forehead as he closed his eyes at your touch. You guided his head toward your throbbing cunt.
“You get sloppy seconds, but I bet that’s what you like…”
“Yes ma’am.” 
Steve nodded vigorously as his tongue collected the sweetest nectar he’d ever tasted.
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writeshite · 2 years
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Death Shan't Do Us Apart
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Summary:
You turned away, shrinking into yourself, “I just want to see my husband….” you lamented. You may think Steve neglects you, but Bucky sees it firsthand, the eerie way your husband watches you from a distance, the way he licks his lips when he catches a whiff of your scent. Yes, he pitied you, but he’d much rather you despise him that you fall prey to what was left of your husband.
Pairings:
Steve Rogers x Male!Reader
Tags:
Vampire!Steve | Human!Reader | Medieval AU | Soft Dark Steve Rogers
Words: 2725
Author's Note:
The gods gave me the power to write so I'm going to make it everyone's problem, plus vampire Steve is not a want, it's a need.
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It’s lonely when you awake; the bedroom you once shared with your husband is only yours now; he’d surrendered his living household to you, keeping only the undead. The east hallway was repurposed, the curtains and drapes shut tight, and guards posted by the entrance express orders from the king - no living shall pass, not even the prince consort. 
Any attempt to forgo these new rules was unsuccessful; the guards did not move when you arrived; they would bow their heads and apologize, “His majesty commands it, sire.”
Shadows often moved in the hallway when you were there; they reached out, then skirted back in the sunlight; sometimes, a figure would emerge in the distance, turned towards you, always watching. But then a servant would grab your arm, apologies to some unknown force spilling from their mouth as they directed you away, curses under their breath and prayers to long dead gods on their tongues.
The changes came when Steve returned from his skirmish near the gulf; he’d left you as your husband and returned as another - locked himself away and moved everything to isolate himself from you. No amount of bribery or threats would wheedle the information on the matter out of anyone; the soldiers he’d returned with looked haggard, almost terrified; some willingly welcomed the promise of death. 
Steve himself was absent, he moved fast in public, a parasol above his head, and eyes turned away from your gaze; unlike before, he did not reach for your hand, and your interactions occurred through others. In the day, that is. Night brought out the old Steve, the one who would carry you to bed when you fell asleep in your study, kiss your forehead goodnight, and hold you all night. He still did it, but only when you slumbered. Once, you’d peeked open your eyes and looked up, gazing into a near-perfect replica of your husband - his eyes were icier, the sharpness of his face amplified, and from the gasp he elicited, you noted the far pointier edge of his teeth. 
“Hush now,” he’d muttered. You’d gawked, brain still muddled with sleep, his deep voice lulled you back under, and you’d fought to stay awake. You held onto his tunic loosely as he set you underneath the covers; he held your cheek delicately, then placed a kiss on your neck. He breathed in deep, his hold still soft; as something pricked your skin, it drew only a droplet of blood, but Steve backed off at the sight of it. He had stared at it hungrily, then shook his head profusely, “Forgive me, dear heart.” You hadn’t the opportunity to ask for clarification, instead waking to the morning light with no husband in sight. 
Nine people passed away the next day, and Steve held off his midnight visits for a week. The morning bells rang through your thoughts, and your breakfast lay waiting on the open balcony, in full view of Steve’s new study. He watched you every morning, stood by the windows, obscured by the opaque drapes; he would remain until you finished, then Bucky would accompany you throughout the day, “For your safety, sire,” he’s said, never clarifying what you’d need protection from.
“I want to see my husband,” you demanded.
Bucky shook his head, “I can’t allow that,” he didn’t turn to face you; his hands remained clasped behind his back.
“Can’t or won’t?”
“You’re not wearing the ring,” he redirects the conversation, the ring in question being Steve’s apology gift - one of many - after nearly a year with him at arm’s length, you’d grown tired. “He won’t be happy about that.”
“Maybe then he’d be so kind to grace me with his presence,” you grumbled.
Bucky tutted you, “You shouldn’t say such things of your king,” he lectured, “any other monarch would have you flogged for such insult.”
“Any other monarch would do me the decency of neglect upfront,” you sniped. 
“You know why he keeps his distance,” Bucky reprimanded you. “His condition amplifies everything; it’s best you remain far until he gains some semblance of control.” When you did not back down from your anger, Bucky tutted, “Would you prefer then if he drained you dry as the baron did his first wife? Or perhaps you’d like your flesh torn from your skin as mine was by your lover’s hands?”
He wrenched the glove from his metallic arm, “You may not like it, dear prince, but he is no longer your Steve, he is a creature of the night, and his hunger may just well outweigh any love he holds for you,” he spoke harshly. 
You turned away, shrinking into yourself, “I just want to see my husband….” you lamented.
Bucky stepped back, a hint of guilt in his expression; when Steve had reassigned him as your guard, he’d made it clear your safety was of great importance - and if it meant scaring you away from him, then so be it. “It’s cruel,” Steve had said - peering through the curtains to watch you dine.
“It’s necessary.” 
He pitied you, but you weren’t there. You hadn’t been there at the gulf; you hadn’t seen Steve hold his neck as blood trailed down his skin, deep red turning into an obsidian hue, back hunching over as bones cracked and teeth grew. You hadn’t watched as Steve cut through men, both enemies, and friends, with such ferocity. Steve had stood in the blood, mouthfuls of human flesh disappearing down his throat as his fingers grew to become claws. You were spared the inhuman cruelty that Steve now possessed, the thirst for blood, and the unparalleled slaughter. You may think Steve neglects you, but Bucky sees it firsthand, the eerie way your husband watches you from a distance, the way he licks his lips when he catches a whiff of your scent. Yes, he pitied you, but he’d much rather you despise him that you fall prey to what was left of your husband.
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Steve didn’t plan to become a vampire; then again, no one really ever intends to die, much less become one of the undead.
He’d heard how uncaring vampiric masters tended to be, and he could understand why humans were fragile, annoying little creatures, yet here he was isolating himself from one to keep them safe. Emotion was a stranger to him now, where before he would be angry, now he would be furious before he was in love with you, now he was obsessed. 
Bucky greatly disapproved of his visits, but what could he do? Steve never went too far; he held you at most, stroking your hair as his eyes remained fixed on the pulse along your neck - once he’d pricked your skin with his finger, you’d been swimming in the haze of sleep, as his head swam with hunger. There were minute differences to the smell of blood, the stable boy he’d eaten smelt young, a touch of something meadowy in his fragrance, while the old guardsman he’d drank from last week was stale and tasted of age. On the other hand, you were sweet, sweet like the nectar in blood offerings; he’d almost leaned in to taste but then drew back just as quickly, shaking his head to dispel the craving. 
“Forgive me, dear heart.” 
You’d made a sound of confusion before dozing off again. Steve had withheld the urge long enough to make his way down to the village - nine people is how many it took before he’d quenched himself - Bucky hadn’t looked him in the eye for a week after, and he’d kept his distance from you just as long.
“He misses you,” Natasha voiced. She often lounged in his study, never far from the doors, blessed silver blade in reach, “Refused to wear the ring.” She constantly prodded at the edge of his sanity, little comments about you and your day, what she’d heard of you from Bucky or Sam. The ring had been a precaution, crafted in silver and blessed by the priestess herself, a ward to deter him should he seek you out in a state of hunger.
“It’s to be expected, rebellion often sparks in times of uncertainty, but he will adjust in time,” Steve responded.
Natasha huffed, “You say that, but forget how willful the prince consort is,” she chuckled, “perhaps in time, he will take on a lover,” she jokingly muses.
Steve snaps the pen in his hand, the ink bursting on his hand; Natasha merely laughs, her objective of the day complete, “I did not relieve you of your duties to the regiment so you could taunt me with lies,” he hisses, dabbing away at the ink.
“They are not lies, merely half-truths; your husband is lonely, majesty,” she says, “either he will find company in another or wither away in his sorrow.”
“Any company he might find will die at my hand,” he sneers, “HE IS MINE!”
“Says you, but the nobility have begun to scheme; there are those who would love nothing more than a night between the prince consort’s —” she ducks away, words cut off when Steve’s chair flies at her. His pupils shrink, akin to a cat’s, as he seethes at her, her face may hold steady, but she can feel the slight tremble in her limbs and the rabbit jump of her near-dead heart. “Apologies, my king,” she bows, head on the floor, arms held out front, “I meant no disrespect; I serve only to inform.”
Steve says nothing, his steps rush past her, and a grunt of something passes his lips before the door opens. Natasha raises her head, a sigh of relief; Sam leans by the door, shaking his head at her, “When you said you had a death wish, I thought you were joking.”
“You heard?”
“Who didn’t? We’re all undead here,” he holds out his hand, but she brushes it aside, “using the prince consort to anger him; that’s pretty risky, even for you.”
Sam was one of the lucky ones; he’d died peacefully but came back accidentally; the gods hadn’t been ready to release him from their hold. He didn’t understand the loose grip on humanity that she and many others had, she teetered on the edge of life and death; even for a creature of the night, Steve was unbelievably heartless. The only sliver of humanity he had left was with you; as callous as it may be, “He still cares for his husband, in his own twisted way, I can use that, keep myself in high regard, keep him from going too far.”
“And if he drains the prince consort dry? Will you remain to have your head taken from your shoulders alongside us?” Sam asked.
Natasha turned away; she attempted to mimic shame but couldn’t; Sam didn’t get it; he was lucky, “Steve won’t touch you, he can’t, you hold his husband’s favor, you’re immune to his anger.”
Sam scoffed, “As long as he lives, yes, but if your plans get him killed, then no one is safe.”
Steve all but ran from his study; the afternoon sun did not bare down on him as the morning did, so he passed into the living wings with some ease. The guards stiffed when he passed by, fear pouring from their veins as their armor shook with their tremors; he finds you in the veranda, cakes half-eaten and easel set to the side, you’re sat with your back to the entrance and crown set to the side. He grimaces at the absence of your ring; the others around you all recoil at the sight of him, stepping away when he nears. 
He places his hands atop your seat and tilts his head at the door - the servants scramble over themselves to leave, and your personal guards waste no time in following. You glance around at the commotion, eyes widening when you catch sight of him, “Steve….” Disbelief laces your voice, and you stand slowly, hand outstretched to touch him. His face is twisted in slight discomfort at the shine of the afternoon sun, but he remains where he stands.
You don’t look sick, but Steve doesn’t appreciate the bags under your eyes or the tear stains on your cheeks. “What upsets you, my love?” 
“You.”
“Me? How so? I have given you more than a king ever should their consort,” he says, slightly irritated.
“And I am grateful,” you reply, “but you do not give me your company anymore; I miss my king.” You withdraw from him, arms around yourself once more, “I miss you, Steve.”
“I miss you as well, dear heart, but I’m afraid my company would do you harm. Even now,” he moves fast, and you gasp when he appears behind you. His hand comes up to your throat; a gentle pressure applied as he tilts your neck to the side, “I crave your blood unlike any other; I fear my hunger would consume me should I remain so close.” 
He would like to move away, but it’s been so long since he’s had you all to himself. His nose grazes your vein; his face has already begun to shift - the curve of his ears point out more as the edge of his teeth grows; he holds your face away from him as he hides away in your neck. “Would you still wish for my company after inflicting such pain upon you?”
Your breath hitched; Steve smiled at the increase in your heartbeat; he turned your head, his nose against yours, “I….” you hesitate, taking in the monstrous appearance of your lover; you are unsure how best to put your thoughts into words, so opt instead to move forward, slotting your lips against his. His fangs scratch against your mouth, your blood drips into his mouth, and Steve is consumed by the want, hands gripping you as you cling to him desperately. He chases after the droplets of blood, only drawing back when he remembers your need for oxygen - you are flushed, eyes dazed, and mouth swollen; Steve missed seeing you this way.
“Perhaps I’ve been too harsh with my choices, shutting myself away from a source of something so sweet,” he mulls to himself, pecking your lips after each word. No other human had quenched his thirst so fervently. 
The doors to the veranda burst open then, as Bucky and Sam rush through, Natasha trails in after them, a handful of guards by her side. They still at the sight of you in Steve’s arms, cautiously glancing at Steve as they attempt to coax you away from him. You look between them, mind still numb from the kiss; when Bucky reaches out for you, Steve hisses, tucking you away from them, “Steve, you know better,” Bucky attempts, but Steve laughs.
His laugh isn’t the warm, soothing thing it once was; it’s near deranged, cruel, “Know better? You’re the one who should know better, demanding things from your king,” his attitude changes, jovial mood shifting to disdain, “I should have you skinned alive, flesh stirred for my evening stew for your attempt at separating me from my husband.”
His grip on you has grown painful, and you whimper at it, drawing his attention back to you, “Oh forgive me, dear heart,” his grip loosens, “I forget how easy you break.” He coos apologetically, “Sam will take you away from here while I sort this out.”
You shake your head, “Please….” your eyebrows knitted in despair, “don’t kill them.”
Steve tilts his head at your request, “Oh my sweet prince, I must set an example,” he says, and you repeat the words, tears at the corner of your eyes. “Oh no, dear heart, no more tears; I dislike it when you weep.”
He wipes away your tears, “Very well, let us compromise, hmm,” he smiles, “you may take half that may live, and the rest may die. Now, now darling, it’s far fairer than what I’d intended,” he cuts you off before you can argue. His smile is strained, and his gaze is stern; you feel the implication of his grip on you and nod; once you’ve picked your half, Steve shoos you and them away from the veranda. The doors close, and you shiver at the screams that emerge after the doors close.
“I told you,” Bucky voiced, “He is no longer your Steve.”
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End Note:
Again, soft dark Steve Rogers as a vampire is not a want, it's a need. Stay Hydrated.
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darkdarkstucky · 2 years
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otherwise, let us proceed with a mantra of sorts; if the man does not exist, so does my morals.
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Avengers
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Steve Grant Rogers
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HIDDEN
Summary: Despite the fanfare and the cult-like following of Steve Rogers; America's golden child, the war time hero and do-no-evil american dream, it was still a startling discovery when it was revealed to the world that he was happily married. And he almost flipped New York upside down just to find you.
○ Pairing: Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2
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I got you, sweet girl.
Summary: A tough week has you struggling to rein in your emotions, so when someone flirts with your daddy, you don't take it particularly well.
•❥ HEADCANONS
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ When you miss your daddy/mommy while they're on a mission
James Buchanan Barnes
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Meeting The Soldat
Summary: The soldat makes a sudden appearance and he is on a mission. Or when you suddenly find yourself acquainted with the Winter Soldier.
Scenting
Summary: The stereotypes of the alpha and omega dynamics were blurred, when it comes to you and bucky.
•❥ HEADCANONS
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ When you miss your daddy/mommy while they're on a mission
Maximoff
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Steve and Bucky
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Pretty
Summary; You were anything but expectant after spending a night between the ellusive lawyers, James Buchanan Barnes and Steve Grant Rogers; it was a supposed fling. Something to spice up their marriage. So you weren't exactly prepared with their advances nor the possessiveness that came with their attention.
○ Pairing; Soft!Dark Stucky x Reader, Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Reader, Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader.
ABO Universe
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Enchanted
Summary: In a world where Omega's were scant and decent alpha's even more so, you think you're one in a million to be in a relationship with Alpha's who not only take care of your every whims and need, but also love and respect you unconditionally. However, your marital bliss of two years is interrupted by the concept of ‘true mates’.
○ Pairing; Steve Roges x Reader x Clark Kent, Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader, Soft!Dark Clark Kent x Reader.
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natashanonnie · 2 years
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Burn with me ...
Pairing: Mob boss Steve rogers x female reader
A/n : I am on my shark week and my hormones are driving me crazy so here I present you some juicy, hot and slow burning fic.😌🤤🤤. You must believe me when I say this man aka Steve Rogers owns me.😳. I might *cough cough * extend it.
Warning: angst feeling but not much . A little violence (not towards reader.) SOFT DARKISH .
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By pressing keep reading you agree you are 18+. MINORS DNI.
Summary: You can leave him .you can.you can. Can you?
Leave some feedback for my hoe brain !!!!!😚😚😚😚😚
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Moodboard by one and only your noisy mod 💋.
(Pics used in the moodboard are just for reference not for the reader. I have tried to make reader insert as enjoyable as possible! 🥰)
"Anger is more useful, wrath is more powerful," the words dripping with forbidden power each like a punch to your gut, “Rage is more devastating. And sweetheart, if I shall burn in the fire; I will take you down with me." He finished holding your stare. You registered the sting in your palm a little while later when it collided with his cheek. 
The shock startled you as much as it startled him , not that you couldn’t slap him but you didn’t think you will find yourself in this situation. Turning his head to look at you he chuckled darkly ."I can't believe you ! Steve ! How could you do this to me?" your words sinking in the walls of his dark office.This is just an illusion . "Sweetheart, I can't do this to you , I am doing this for you." Steve stated , his voice soft but not comforting . "No!  You are not doing this for me .Y-you are doing this for you" your voice breaking at the end of the sentence.
Before you had to look at his face , he caged you against the wall . Looking down in your eyes he rested his forehead against yours "am I? " he murmured .
"maybe I am . I am very selfish " he said kissing your forehead as the tears started to fell free from your eyes. This Steve was not the Steve you knew. No he wasn't. The soft caress of his thumb against your cheek prompted you to open your eyes. "S-stev-" you started but he stopped you putting his thumb on your lower lip.
"Shh , shhh sweetheart " he whispered. "Look at me" he said again but you shook your head letting the tears fall."he lifted up your chin blowing on your eyes softly. The cool breath made your skin burn more. "Sweetheart " he said sternly . His voice just above a whisper made your skin tingle.
You looked up at him, sobbing softly. "You want to go?" He asked . It was eerily silence. Just your breathing tangling together. If you focused a little more you could feel your blood running through your veins . You nodded .
" Words sweetheart " he said. "Yes . I want to go " you answered. He exhaled softly. He caresseed your cheek softly. "Where?" He murmured softly ,close to your ear. You could feel his breath. His nose touched your skin, the motion making you to lose the tract of your breath."I don't know but anywhere, anywhere you can't find me" you said finally. It was silence, for a long minute then came his voice "okay ." He replied.
"Okay? "You asked again ." You can go . anywhere .you. want . Anywhere. " he said releasing his hold on you. He took two steps backward "go." he stated.
Your didn't needed to be told twice because your feet were taking you where exactly you wanted. The soft clicking of your sandels was the only voice breaking the thick silence.
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Day 1: Pegging - Mafia!Stucky
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Summary: Steve had once instructed Bucky how to pleasure you, but what happens when you’re the one being given the instructions?
(this is basically part 2.5 to my fic 'Steve's Birthday Wish') Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, threesome f/m/m, polyamorous, pegging, strap-on, size kink, dom/sub, pet names, scratching, kissing, handjob, blowjob, anal fingering, anal, vaginal sex, creampie, praise kink
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Steve Rogers, the leader of the Rogers Mafia, the most renowned organisation throughout Brooklyn, was a highly inquisitive gang member. He had to be in his line of work to continue deceiving the cops or work with people who were so dangerous he didn’t dare to even blink more than necessary whilst in their presence.
Due to the threatening line of work, Steve had to be prepared for anything, making quick decisions to protect his friends, family and business in the heat of the moment. Over time, this could strain him, verging on feeling burnt out; therefore, he needed others to cling to and help unwind, where you and Bucky would always thrive.
However, it wasn’t so much that Steve would lie down and expect the two of you to care or pleasure him; it was quite the opposite. His ideas usually consisted of kinky scenarios you would never even dream of thinking about.  For example, the only reason Bucky was in the relationship now was that Steve had suggested that his second-in-command fuck his girlfriend whilst following his instructions with where to touch you. Never would the thought have crossed your mind to include Bucky in a sexual situation as not only was he your bodyguard but Steve’s best friend, but now, the three of you were inseparable, and you couldn’t imagine it any other way.
This all leads to a dark autumn night, the leaves covering the ground in a sea of burnt orange and brown shades, the sun having set hours ago over the tall Brooklyn buildings as the weather changes. These earlier nights, however, did nothing to stop Steve with his intense working schedule, and neither did it for Bucky, as they both had been in the office at your home for hours on end. Even as you wished them a good night did neither man stop to have a break; only when Bucky glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearing midnight did he mutter that he was going to join you in bed, kissing Steve’s temple tenderly and murmuring for him not to be long. He all but collapsed into bed, only just managing to strip down to his boxers before wrapping his body around yours, his metal arm sliding beneath your head as the other cocooned around your chest and hand resting over your heart, his face nuzzling into the back of your neck as the feeling of your heartbeat lulled him into a deep sleep.
Sometime later, you found yourself waking, detecting warmth behind you but not in front, which felt unnerving and like something was missing, which happened to be Steve. Carefully reaching across the bed, you grasped your phone and clicked the button to see the time was nearing 3 a.m. and still no sign of your blonde boyfriend.
“Is he still working?” Bucky’s voice croaked, startling you, having not realised he had woken from your slight movement.
“Yeah, I’m gonna go and find him”, you respond whilst untangling your limbs from his. Bucky sighed away, the sleep still settled heavily in his body, before following you, not bothering to pull on any clothes as you’d stolen his oversized shirt from where it lay on the floor. It took only seconds to walk across the hall and find Steve in the same position as hours ago. Your voice was soft as you explained, “Steve, you can’t work 24 hours a day; you must sleep at some point. The bed’s getting so cold without you.” Your bottom lip pouted dramatically as you stood on the other side of his desk, looking at him with wide, sad eyes and fingers teasingly stroking the edge of the oak surface.
The corner of Steve’s lips turned up as he took in your sleepy appearance and then over to his just as tired boyfriend over your shoulder. “Is Bucky not keeping you warm?” he asked, his voice deep and full of jest.
Bucky rushed up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against him as you squealed in surprise, “I’m doing a perfect job, actually”. You melted into the embrace, tilting your head to the side so he could dramatically kiss your cheek with an audible smooch noise.
The brunette man dropped into the leather chair behind him, pulling you with him. You laughed at the sudden movement but quickly righted your position to feel more comfortable, turning slightly so that your legs were slung over his lap, hands resting against his toned shoulder and face resting on his chest.
Steve watched you curiously, especially the skin of your bare legs as he rested his chin on his closed fist, the material of his black button-up shirt straining to keep his muscles contained. You noticed the look and gave him a flirtatious smile whilst reaching up to scratch your nails through Bucky’s buzzcut hair. “What’s going on that’s keeping you up for so long and can’t wait for the morning?”
Steve sighed and leaned back in his bulky leather chair, causing it to squeak under the strain of his massive muscular body. For once, Steve looked to be contemplating something and being careful how to phrase his words before explaining, “I’ve actually been thinking about you two and distracting myself with work”.
You could feel Bucky adjusting his position as he frowned, “What about us, Stevie?” His tone was calm, but you became more aware, fingers pausing with their idle distractions as your attention fixed completely on Steve.
“I’ve bought you both a present”, Steve simply explained, offering no further description and leaving you both with more questions than answers.
“Are you going to tell us, or will we forever remain in suspense?” Bucky drawled tiredly, his hand beginning to stroke a swirling pattern against your ticklish thigh.
You yawned from the comforting touch, leaning further into Bucky again, eyes feeling increasingly heavier with each passing second as you struggled to stay awake. 
Steve’s ocean-blue eyes flicked between his two lovers as he continued to be careful with his wording. “I’m not being upfront about the gift because I’m unsure if you’d be into it. Wait, let me rephrase that, Bucky, I know you’d be into it, and I sure as hell would be, but little miss Sleepy head over there is the one I’m not sure about”.
Your posture straightened as you pushed off Bucky’s chest to give Steve a toothy grin, “I’d be up for whatever you have bought us!” you say happily, being a people pleaser and automatically agreeing to it.
Steve smiled, knowing you’d already give this sort of response. “You don’t even know what it is yet, baby”, he laughs under his breath before reaching next to his chair and lifting the gift onto the desk.
A confused frown settled on your expression as you visually inspected the boxed gift. “You want to fuck me with a dildo? But you’ve both done that in the past anyway-” Steve’s shake of his head stopped your words.
The man then looked away from you towards Bucky and asked, “Do you remember the first time Bucky touched you? I want to do something similar, but I want you to touch Bucky while I tell you what to do. How does that sound?” His eyes flicked back to you, waiting for your answer.
“Good. It sounds good.” Your words came out with a rushed, warmed breath as your body heated from head to toe; all lingering exhaustion suddenly disappeared. You thought more on it; you were always the submissive one in the relationship, so at least Steve was still technically in charge of the fucking, but the thought of Bucky lying down with you pleasuring him in such an intimate and dominant way, him allowing you to fuck his body, would he even want that? Sitting in Bucky’s embrace, you turned your full attention to him. “How do you feel about it?”
The handsome smirk already displayed across his face was answer enough, but then he readjusted in his seat so that his half-hardening cock brushed against your lap. Bucky leaned his face closer to yours, confidently stating, “I’d want anything you’re willing to give me, mama”.
And this was how Steve’s latest idea had you standing in your bathroom at 3:30 am, completely naked and stepping into a harness as Steve crouched down to help you into it, tightening the straps until comfortable. You were surprised just how cosy it was as the straps wrapped around your hips and between your legs, resting over your cunt without irritation.
Looking down, you couldn’t help but giggle at seeing the dildo pointing out from between your legs. It was thick, probably the same thickness as Steve, which you had a secret suspicion was on purpose; it even had veins along the shafts and balls beneath. Almost on instinct, you gripped it, running your hand up and down just to feel what it was like, but then the searing gaze of Steve’s caught your eye as his hands rested on your thighs.
“Why does that turn me on so much?” Steve mumbled as he stood, dipping to kiss the pulse point on your neck. You lean into the touch, especially as his hands grasp your waist and pull you closer to his naked body, his cock already hard and flush against your abdomen. “I’m half tempted to just ask you to use it on me”, Steve suggested, leaning back to look down at your body to stare at the toy that rested against his thigh.
Before you could ponder over his words, he gently directed you back towards the bedroom where Bucky was naked and lying in the middle of the giant bed, his metal arm casually under his head as he waited for you both to return.
Bucky’s cock was already hard with anticipation and resting against his abdomen, red and visibly pulsing with desire. His eyes darted from your fake cock to Steve’s real one, a smile brightening his handsome face as he sat up on his elbows, announcing, “I can’t fucking wait for this”.
The warmth behind your back disappeared as Steve dragged a cushioned chair to the side of the bed, extending his arm towards Bucky to encourage you to approach your boyfriend. Bucky licked his lips, sitting up fully to help you climb onto the bed and straddle his lap, hands resting on his shoulders and the dildo awkwardly hitting Bucky’s chest as you hadn’t been careful where it was positioned.
You giggled, flustered, hiding your face behind your hair to avoid ruining the moment, but Bucky tilted your chin up so your eyes met his bright blue orbs. “Don’t hide that pretty face from me, Doll”.
The tension that you hadn’t realised was thick in your shoulders loosened as you relaxed further into his touch, fingers caressing his cheeks and gliding over his stubble as his cold and warm hand smoothed over your hips, pulling you closer over his thighs as your dildo brushed his cock. The two of you simultaneously turned towards Steve, waiting for instructions. Still, all he was doing was looking happily and lovingly at you both before he decided, “Kiss each other, make sure you tease him real good, Baby”.
You looked from one man to another and didn’t waste another second before pulling Bucky in for a heated kiss. Lips slid and massaged against each other as he tilted his head first, deepening and thrusting his tongue into your mouth to taste you, moaning as he did so. It was an automatic response to roll your hips and then brush your breasts against his chest, your nipples pebbling at the contact.
Then there were your fingers; you didn’t know where to touch him first because you wanted to touch him everywhere. But you remained on his face for a moment, over his cheek, his jaw, pulling him closer and holding him there before moving to other areas. Your nails scratched over his shoulders, careful not to irate the joining between his flesh and metal arm before running your fingers down each of his muscled arms, enjoying the contrast of the metal components and then the warmth from his muscles on the other arm.
You were loving every hitch of his breath against your mouth, the throb of his cock that brushed against your thigh, but then, Bucky was doing his own teasing. His large hands cupped your arse, massaging the cheeks and pulling you closer until there wasn’t a gap between your fronts. Both of you were grinding against each other, releasing sweet little moans to show how much you were adoring the other.
In fact, the two of you were getting so into it that the whole notion of the strap-on was a distant memory until Steve’s voice interrupted as he instructed, “Bucky, why don’t you touch her cock”.
You couldn’t feel anything at first because it was a sex toy, but then the harness straps tightened around your hips and between your legs, as Bucky's metal hand moved up and down your thick shaft. You broke the kiss, desperate to see the sight as you looked down between your bodies as he even brushed his thumb over the tip as if he was spreading the precum over the dildo. You were mesmerised, moving your hips in a way that the cock brushed into his circled fist.
Bucky was breathing heavily as he moved his lips to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses and then scraping his sharp, straight teeth against your pulse point, making your moans deepen in pitch, more wetness forming between your legs and soaking the harness strap.
It was a new form of erotism to see Bucky jerking off your fake cock, as if it was a real one; even though you had seen him doing the same movements to Steve, it still made you feel hot under the skin. Especially when you could see how much he was being turned on by it all, his precum coating your thigh from where you were grinding against his shaft.
Steve was leaning forward in the chair, his hands clasped together as he rested them on his knees, his eyes moving up and down your bodies as he tried to not touch his cock for as long as possible, playing his own erotic game. “Think he needs some stretching now; why don’t you lie Bucky back and work your magic. Remember, don’t listen to his whining; just listen to me, Baby Girl”, Steve continued to instruct.
You pushed lightly against Bucky’s shoulders, and he lay back against the soft sheets; you took a moment to take in the beauty of his swollen lips, glazed-over bright eyes and his chest broad and decorated with red lines from where you’d been scratching him.
Trying to maintain confidence, you smiled seductively down at him before beginning a taunting crawl backwards down his body, not keeping your eyes off of his as you stroked the tip of your cock along his lean muscles as you moved.
Settling between his heavy thighs, you didn’t start immediately stretching him, instead continuing to arouse him further by starting with your tongue licking up the entire length of his cock, feeling the soft yet hard member as it throbbed. Bucky gasped, looking down his body to you on your knees, sucking him off, starting slow, tasting the salty clear juices bubbling at the tip before letting the tip rest heavily against your tongue. You sucked him gently at first, the mushroom head of his cock sensitive from the gasps and groans coming from the man beneath you. Further, you took him into your mouth until he tickled the back of your throat.
Only you didn’t stop there as you pulled off the tip with an audible pop before delving south, sucking his balls into your mouth, a move that you knew drove him insane, and you were greeted by his hips thrusting into the air, his cock throbbing, begging to be touched again.
“You’re doing so well teasing him, Sweetheart”, Steve suddenly mumbled from beside you, still on the chair but finally giving in to his internal game as he was stroking his own cock slowly, his hand squeezing and tugging on the end and then down the length.
Seeing the glorious sight beside you of Steve masturbating and Bucky led out in front of you, the ache between your legs was now becoming nearly painful. You were absent-mindedly rutting your hips onto the mattress, letting the strap of the black harness push against your cunt, trying to relieve some of the need.
Reaching over Bucky’s hairy thighs, you fumbled around on the bed from where you’d caught sight of the bottle of lube hidden within the sheets. Finally, you found it and quickly squirted some on your index finger.
Bucky heard the cap of the lube opening and immediately opened his legs to give you a little more room and better access to your finger's intended goal. Releasing your mouth’s grip on his balls, you licked his inner thighs, teasing him further before stroking the lube around his asshole, ensuring it was thoroughly covered before applying some pressure.
Quickly you could breach through the ringed muscle, and simultaneously, you sucked his length back into your mouth. You worked your digit in and out for a minute before adding another finger, angling and curling them until you massaged his prostate.
“Fuck, that feels so good, Doll, don’t fucking stop; you’re doing so well”, Bucky praised, which pulled a smile to your lips as you were still sucking him off. You moan to add more stimulation before adding a third finger. Bucky almost whimpered at the intrusion, more precum leaking onto your tongue as he begged, “More, I want more”.
Steve’s chair creaked as he leaned forward again, and his voice drew your attention to him as he demanded, “Remember, don’t listen to him. Just listen to me”. So this is what you did, as you didn’t rush to do anything further to Bucky, making sure his hole relaxed around your fingers. Bucky sometimes liked to rush moments like this to get to the main event, not caring about the burn from the stretch or any discomfort as he only needed and wanted to be fucked so Steve usually had to be firm with him to make sure he was thoroughly prepped before continuing any further.
You were thankful for Steve’s directions, even though you did all the movements. It was nice that Steve could still tell you when and how to touch Bucky, and now you had a slight inclining as to how Bucky felt all that time ago when he’d first touched you with Steve’s instructions.
“Add another finger”, Steve encouraged, his hand returning to his own cock, never taking his eyes off of every little gasp that Bucky whimpered. Your fourth finger inserted into Bucky as your mouth continued to tease and tempt Bucky closer to the orgasm that you knew he was dangerously close to. You were shocked to have so many fingers into his hole, having never usually been the one to stretch him out, but then you remembered just how big Steve’s fingers were, and he usually prepped Bucky with more force than your dainty fingers were doing.
The mafia leader finally stands up from his perched position, but only so that he can sit next to Bucky’s head, his hard soothing over the man's throat and forcing him to look up at him. “How does she feel?”
“So fucking good”, Bucky groaned as he began to rock his hips to push your fingers deeper. “But”, he continued, “if she keeps sucking me off like that, I’m going to cum before we even get started”.
You pull off with a sheepish smile, looking between your two boyfriends, but you keep your fingers inside. Steve smirked at you briefly before dipping his face to kiss Bucky, holding his hand around his throat and forcing his tongue into the other's mouth. You watched, all hot breaths and swapping saliva, battling for dominance that both wanted and neither would be willing to succumb to. Only as you removed your fingers from Bucky did the man force his head away from Steve to look down at you.
“Please, fuck me already, hot mama”.
You looked towards Steve, waiting for him to tell you to do as Bucky wished verbally but instead, he moved off the bed and came up behind you, kneeling on the bed. Without a word, he helped you to your knees, pushing back Bucky’s legs even further so that you had better access to move forward. With further lube coating the dildo between your legs, Steve pointed the toy towards Bucky’s prepped and begging hole.
Gently, Steve nudged you forward, slowly and watching Bucky’s expressions over your shoulders as inch after inch of your cock stretched the man’s asshole. You were in awe at seeing Bucky’s reaction, the way his fists gripped the sheets beside him, his cock dribbled with his juices and was red and aching against his abdomen. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his mouth gaped open so that all his gasps were unfiltered.
The man behind you moved his hands to your hips, where they rested warm and heavy against your skin, pushing you further and further until your hips were flush against Bucky and the length of the blue dildo was penetrated within him.
It took a couple of thrusts to know how you were supposed to move, finding the right rhyme that felt good for you and Bucky, who was an absolute mess beneath you. You started slow and shallow, knowing that the dildo was moving deep and stretching areas your fingers couldn’t reach.
You were also distracted by Steve, who had begun to kiss along your bare shoulder, up the length of your sensitive neck and to the shell of your ear, where he nibbled on the lobe. “Do you like seeing Bucky like this beneath you? Do you see why we both love being dominant? There’s nothing better than seeing your lover sprawled beneath you, responding so well to your touches, until they're sobbing with need, their thoughts only of you and nothing else. I love it so much, making you feel good and seeing you make Bucky feel good”.
You’d begun thrusting harder, driven by Steve’s words and moaning yourself at his explanation. But then you’re halting as Steve starts to move your thighs apart so that he can slip his fingers from your hips, over your mouth and between your legs, pressing on the harness directly over your clit.
“Let me just move these out of the way. I bet you’re dripping, aren’t you, baby?” Steve mumbled against your neck as he moved the straps to the side to caress his fingers through your drenched folds. He chuckled as he confirmed his suspicions, “Always so wet for us; you’re just such a good girl. I think it’s about time to treat our good girl; what do you think, Buck?”
“If you don’t fuck her, I will”, Bucky decided as his hands released their grip on the sheets to begin fondling your tits, twisting and flicking on your nipples and making your hips snap forward harshly.
Steve shifted once again behind you, and before you could even moan his name, his cock slid between your legs and pushed into your soaked, aching pussy. Your hands reached out to grab onto anything and ended up grasping Bucky’s wrists, your eyes shutting and hips pausing as you thrived at the stretching from the Blonde’s cock.
Bucky readjusted his hands so that both of your fingers were linked together, holding you up as you took a moment to get used to the size of Steve as he kissed along your neck to help soothe you. “Feeling good, Sweetheart?” Steve asked, smugness evident in his tone.
“So-... So good”, you stuttered over your words as you tried to accommodate his length, groaning as he finally bottomed out and his tip pushed into your cervix.
“Now the real fun begins”, Steve grunted as he pulled out and pushed back in, causing your hips to snap forward and fuck into Bucky. The two of you gasped at the movement, and then you truly realised Steve’s plan. In this position, as Steve fucked into you, it caused you to thrust into Bucky so effectively; Steve was fucking both of you at the same time, which was probably why he had found a dildo that was similar in size to his own cock.
“Holy shit!” Bucky groaned, his back arching as his hands gripped tightly around yours as Steve began to move faster, the wet sounds echoing around the bedroom as the morning sun began to seep through the gap in the curtains.
Steve rested one hand against your hip, and the other reached around your body to grab your hand, pulling it out of Bucky’s grasp but only so that he could move it down to the man’s cock, wrapping your fingers around his shaft and then covering your hand in his. Matching his thrust, Steve used your hand to jerk off Bucky, and this only made your walls tighten around Steve at seeing the man beneath you crying out.
You knew Bucky was trying not to cum, Steve knew Bucky was trying not to cum, and Bucky was desperately in his own world of attempting to prolong the pleasure. He never wanted it to end. Even as his shaft hardened and his moans became more urgent, he still tried to will his body to not orgasm.
However, this all went out of the window as you had the sudden confidence to say, “I want you to cum for us, Bucky; I know you want to”.
It was almost instantaneous. Bucky’s eyes shut as his back arched further, his hands falling back to his side as long streaks of hot cum lathered up his chest as he came hard, his hips thrusting around your dildo and his cock into your hand.
Steve grunted over your shoulder, his movements quickening as he reached his peak, but he, like Bucky, tried to hold it back. Releasing the grip on Bucky’s spent cock, he reached between your thighs and stroked against your clit, pressing harshly and snapping his hips into yours.
It was like a burst of warmth and tingles spread from your abdomen, over your pussy and down your thighs as you came, slumping forward against Bucky’s chest as you lost any energy you had. Your pussy spasmed around Steve and he heaved a finally harsh thrust into you before he was pouring his seed into your hole, seeping out of the edges and pooling onto the sheets below.
The three of you tried to catch your breaths, not rushing to move as you each kissed random body parts lovingly, not quite having the energy to express how much you loved each other, but the touches conveyed the message thoroughly enough.
Steve was the first to move, kissing between your shoulder blades once before pulling out and then carefully beginning to help you ease out of Bucky, who gasped at the loss of the dildo. Next, Steve helped you stand on wobbly knees, only briefly so that he could clean between your legs with a warm washcloth and remove the harness from your body.
You then turned to Bucky and helped to clean all the cum and lube off of his body and then collapsed onto his chest, cuddling close as his arms wrapped around your shoulders as he kissed the top of your head. Steve did the same on Bucky’s other side, kissing your head and then Bucky wrapping his big arms around the man's abdomen and laying his hand over yours. No further words needed to be said; Steve finally found the calm that came from being with you and Bucky, the ideas and thoughts quietening in his mind as he found the peace he’d been craving all night.
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Word Count: 521 Summary: You are trying to work. Warnings: Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Soft mobster!Steve. Two sweet beans who are smitten. Implied size difference/kink. Edging tbh.
A/N: Just a little something something as I try to work on the last few NA custom drabbles. In the meantime, have some Gentle Soul!Steve and his horny reader. 
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Steve corners you as you’re working. 
You’ve gone on a few dates by now, and he’s been courting you, and you’re so forever flustered by how big and broad he is compared to you.
You’re also all narrowed eyed and faux disapproving pouting as you huff, “What do you think you’re doing?”
Steve gives you a cheeky smile. “I know what I’m imagining doing. To you.”
You try to scoff a little, despite the way that your panties are well on their way to ruined with the way he’s looking at you.
Straight up eye fucking you, really. 
“I am trying to work.”
“Take a break,” Steve cajoles, slowly backing you into the nearest wall.
“I'm not sure my boss would like that,” you murmur, looking up at him from beneath your lashes.
“I have it on good authority that he would be ecstatic about it.”
And cue the giggling, from both of you.
Steve’s still grinning as he leans in and kisses you, niiice and slow. It’s like he’s making love to your mouth with his, the way his lips are pressing and grinding against yours, his tongue diving past your lips soon after. 
Moaning, you hesitantly touch Steve’s shoulders, getting distracted by how broad he is as your hands greedily map every single inch of his breadth that they can. 
When your touching turns more to groping, and you make a sweet little noise of appreciation for him, Steve effortlessly hefts you up and pins you to the wall, his big body sinking against the cradle of your thighs.
His fingers trace along your thigh and up, up, up the dark sheer material of your stocking, until he discovers the lacy top of your thigh high and goes instantly still. 
Steves pulls away so he can look at you, then to where your thigh high ends and your bare skin begins. 
His nostrils flare as he groans, “Christ, you’re trouble.”
“I have it on good authority that is in fact true,” you tease. 
Your tummy somersaults as Steve huffs a laugh, his eyes crinkling and so warm as he leans in for another slow, sultry kiss.
As both your hands begin to wander the other’s body, your hips rocking against Steve and pulling another groan from between his pillowy, pink lips, he pulls away, dropping his forehead to yours. 
“Not sure how much longer I can hold out,” he husks, his dark gaze meeting yours. “Wanna be inside you so bad.”
“God,” you whine, swallowing against the dryness in your throat as you cup the nape of his neck. “I feel like this edging isn’t good for either of us.”
Steve cracks a grin, knocking your nose with his as he murmurs, “Promise I’ll make it worth it.”
“When?”
He watches you for a moment, his eyes searching yours, trying to discern even a hint of doubt, but he only finds desire.
And shameless, desperate need. 
“This weekend?” he proposes. 
“Deal,” you accept so quickly, he laughs. “No changies.”
And then you yank him close for more kisses, happily getting lost in him for a little while longer. 
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Heaven For You: Part 6
The keys laid on the desk where you had set them, the gift from your forcible husband had seemed to be a step in the right direction with your internal struggles to want to completely cold-cock him with his shield and the opposite want to allow yourself to be open with him.
It had been a step in the right direction when he had gifted you an entire clinic to run and take care of, and the old stethoscope that belonged to his mother.
That right step had been kiboshed almost immediately by the selfishness of his actions and his constant directive to always be the hero. He had claimed that he was trying to keep you safe from the tumultuous reality of rebels who wanted the world to return to normal, but instead, he had locked you out.
Instead of trusting you and telling you ahead of time that he would be leaving, he had told you at the last possible second and then had still expected you to give him what he wanted. Regardless of whether you wanted to be here or not, regardless of whether you wanted to be put into this role that he wanted for you, it still cut you deep to have the person you needed to rely on, lie to you like this.
How could he have possibly thought it would be a good idea to wait until the day or the day before he had to leave to tell you that he was leaving? Did Steve think you would worry less if he told you the day or the day before? Did he think you would be calmer about his departure if you had less time to know?
“He’s such an idiot.” You scoffed and swiped the keys off the desk and stood from where you sat, only taking a few steps around the desk before you were stopped.
The door to the office had opened and a woman had entered with a stack of files and papers, her eyes growing wider when she looked at you. She had squeaked and stuttered, her mouth opening and closing a few times before she had cleared her throat and stumbled over the words.
“H-hi, Mrs. R-Rogers.” She was nervous, she was anxious and your eyebrows had knitted together the longer you looked at her.
“Can I help you?” You had never seen her before, she was a completely new face that was in Steve’s office. “Did you need something?”
“Oh!” She took a few steps forward and then paused, her fingers running along the top of the files while she hummed, determined to find something. “I’m….Captain Rogers hired me to help-“
“He hired you?” You bit the inside of your cheek as you pressed your lips together tightly, your foul mood taking a nosedive into an entirely new lowly state. “Steve hired you-“
“Yes! I’m his…personal assistant? Yours too, in a sense. I mean while he’s gone-“ She stammered again, almost fearful as if she thought you were going to not only can her ass but kill her.
“Steve hired you as a personal assistant? And for me?” You repeated her statement slowly, forming the words as she nodded her head and smiled forcefully. “He didn’t…he thought you could also use a friend?”
“The nerve of that arrogant bastard.” Your emotional turmoil had shifted from angered and irritated by his insistence on lying to you, to downright vengeful and aggressive at the thought of Steve thinking you needed someone to keep you company when you didn’t ask for it.
“What does he think this is? Daycare? Does he think-“ the door opened and it had been enough of an interruption, before one of the guards that had been stationed to protect you had stepped into the room?
“They need you.” The guard held the office door open, eying the assistant Steve hired with speculation momentarily, then focused back on you. “The council is at odds and they need a final decision.”
“What does that have to do with me?” You were flummoxed, you felt as if you were being pulled thin in every direction by the choices he had made without informing you of any of them. “I’ve never even-“
“In the absence of Captain Rogers…you have the final say, Mrs. Rogers. As Captain Rogers’ wife-“ The guard had once again looked at the assistant standing idly while shifting her weight from foot to foot.
“Fuck,” you cursed and lift your hands to cover your face, groaning into your palms, “are you kidding me?”
“Mrs. Rogers-“ the guard and the PA had spoken at the same time, both of them vying for your attention.
“Mrs. Rogers-“
Your eyes screwed closed behind your hands, your lips pursed and your teeth gritting. You knew this wouldn’t go away, you knew that this had to be dealt with and yet you didn’t want to do any of it, you wanted to completely disappear and remain unbothered until Steve came back.
And then you wanted to kick his ass for putting you through this. Through everything.
“Fuck!” You cursed again and lowered your hands, exhaling slowly. “Okay, I’ll come to deal with the council and you…find something to do or-“
“Mrs. Rogers, Bucky Barnes is supposed to arrive today, he’s offered assistance while Steve is gone-“
“Bucky? Bucky is coming here?” You had cut her off, your mind immediately settling on the statement she had just made. “To help me?”
“He’s set to arrive soon-“ she had started to hold out a few things for you to take before you shook your head and cut her off.
“Okay, good. So you meet Bucky and you bring him here. Good? Go.” You huffed again, a weight on your shoulders that you didn’t want, yet you had to deal with.
“Me? Do I have to meet him? Me by myself…?” She trailed off as you followed the guard from the office, leaving her standing on her own in the empty office.
You followed after the guard who had come to fetch you, silence brooding between the two of you as you walked in silence. There was a lot to be said, a lot that you wished to unload and get off your chest however he was not your target, he would have never faced the brunt of your aggression and anger.
As icy as you could have been to the men and women who were working here under Steve’s order, you unleashing your rage upon them would have done no good. It wouldn’t have made you feel better by blowing up on someone who had no more control over this than you had.
“They’re waiting for you.” The guard had stopped before the double doors and slowly opened the one on the left, allowing you to hear the chaos inside in the form of raised voices and cathartic divides between the two opposing sides of the council.
You grit your teeth and stepped inside the room, standing just beyond the door as your eyes took in every detail possible of the council members who were seated at the board room table, and the sleek bar cart off to the side of the room, the liquor bottles opened and used.
Six women were sitting on the council and seven men, half of them were looking at you with scowls and the other half were staring at you expectedly, like they were waiting for you to raise hell upon the meeting.
“This is not a decision that the wife-“ one of the councilmen on the left side of the boardroom table had jeered, his scowl deepening as he looked you over.
His steel blue eyes were as unsettling as the man himself and he had struck you with the impression that he was the kind of man who would take and degrade women in bed, mistresses and prostitutes, before returning home to his wife and daughter as nothing happened.
He had given you the immediate sense that he was the kind of man who had closeted his true intentions and had kiboshed his true nature by shielding it with falsities.
“I have a name.” You cut the councillor off, talking over him with as little disrespect as he had shown you. “If you think you’re going to address me as the wife, then you might as well sew your mouth shut.”
“This is ridiculous! She can’t possibly make the final decision! She has no idea what is going on in the world, all she’s done is act like Rogers’s pretty little doll-“
“Captain Rogers,” you cut him off again, going on the defence even if you were going to give Steve hell from a distance, “do you always talk with such disrespect or is it because I’m here and not Steve?”
“You are the wife, you have no right to be here-“
“She has every right, and you know it. Captain Rogers chose her as his wife, she is his equal. They’re equal, or do not remember that? The way society was is gone, there’s no more division-“ One of the women on the right had argued in your defence, the two of them standing on opposite sides of this decision, neither one willing to give in to the other.
“-equality across the board doesn’t mean that she is the best person for this decision. She is his wife, she has her place-“ The bastard that opposed you being here had dug his heels into the position he had taken, denying you the right to be here again and again, in such a manner that had you wishing you could have smashed his head against the table.
“We need a decision to be made, we need that final say and in Captain Rogers’ absence, that duty falls to his wife.”
The council member on the end had spoken with an air of finality, drawing the majority of their attention to you as you stood at the far end. “Mrs. Rogers, Y/N, please sit and we’ll fill you in so you can make the final decision.”
“This is a mistake.” Your strongest opposition had hissed, his glare burning into your back as you moved around the table to the place Steve would have normally taken. “Including her in this discussion is-“
“If you had any real sense of wisdom, you’d shut your damn mouth.” Another councilwoman came to your defence, addressing him with the same aggression that he had inflicted upon you.
“That’s Captain Rogers’ wife, you don’t want to push your luck just because he isn’t here.”
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The shield felt heavier in his hands now. It had carried a weight he hadn’t felt for a long time, not since the first time he had seen Bucky as the Winter Soldier, and the war with Tony that tore the Avengers apart. The first fight with Thanos and the mission to reset the world after Thanos wiped out half the population was its weight with its own harrowing experiences that shaped him.
You had shaped him, you had shaped the man he was and could be. When he returned and found you missing, when he found out you had been snapped, Steve mourned the loss of you with every single atom in his body.
He had mourned you like he would have if he were back in the 1940s and had been a soldier returning from war only to find his hope and the light of his life extinguished. He had mourned you intensely, and when he had been given the chance to help bring everyone back he had.
And then he used the stones to create his own reality where the people he needed and loved, the people he cared about most were back in his life.
Steve had created the happy ending he needed and deserved.
“This is going to be harrowing, this is going to be hell. We’re going to face off against their stronghold and we don’t know what to expect.” Natasha had taken the lead on this mission.
She was in charge of the mission to eliminate one of their bases before they could gather the numbers to attack one of the northernmost cities that didn’t have adequate defences of their own, at least not against the manufactured weapons that the rebels had.
“You need to know that they are desperate and a humans’ ability to be destructive is relentless when they’re desperate. They want to take back what they lost, they want to not only kill you but destroy everything you stand for.” Natasha had been relaying the important details of this upcoming mission they were heading on, speaking to their ranks while she poignantly looked at Steve, watching him as he held the shield in front of him.
He was lost in thought, he was relatively quiet and anyone who had known of him would have thought he was trying to gather his thoughts before they landed.
Natasha, however, knew better. She knew that he was thinking of you and only you, he was thinking about the conversation you had before he left and the argument that created a vast divide.
“You need to call her, just to hear her voice.” Natasha cornered him after she was done speaking, approaching him at the back of the larger quinjet. “Even if she wants to reach through the phone and strangle you, she’s still your wife Steve. Hearing her voice-“
“-even if she’s cursing me?” Steve set the shield down by his feet before he reached behind him for the communications portal, lifting it from the stand.
“You need to talk to her, trust me.” Natasha had set her hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “Hearing our wives’ voices is the best motivation to make this mission work.”
Steve had turned the comm on and tapped the number he had memorized by heart, and as it had started ringing he stepped away from Natasha. He had stepped into the private and soundproofed room meant for private calls, and shut the door quietly, waiting for you to potentially pick up the call.
He had leaned against the wall, waiting and wondering whether this would be a pointless effort to try and talk to you before he was due to go.
Steve felt every thunderous beat of his heart and the painful jerk that had rattled him when the call hang rang again and again to no answer. He had absorbed the painful stab of denial, the hurt he had rightfully deserved after what he had done to you without considering how you felt. He was an idiot back in the 1940s and he was an idiot now.
“Sweetheart,” your name fell from his lips in a delicate breath that had hovered in the soundproof room, his mind running to catch up to the reality of you picking up his call, “hi-“
“You didn’t tell me that Bucky was coming by to help me while you were gone. You didn’t tell me that your PA was also my PA, oh and by the way…thanks for the heads up with your brain-dead council. Never before in my life have I ever been talked to like I was nothing.” You stopped any chance of sentimentality or gentility before he could even begin, laying your anger on thick.
“Y/N, doll-“ While it was good to hear your voice and see you in the breathtaking glow of the sunset behind you from his bedroom window, he was fixated and stuck on your position on his bed, wearing his shirt.
“You’re such an asshole, I hope you know that. You didn’t tell me anything and you left me hanging out to dry. Bucky by the way is even more of a pain in the ass than you are, and that’s saying something.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, tucking a pillow into your chest and under your chin.
“Baby, it’s so good to hear your voice-“
“Don’t baby me, dickhead. I’m beyond pissed off at you and when you get home, I’m going to tear you a new asshole.”
You cut him off again, denying him the chance to endow you with sweet words and affectionate pet names. “You are so screwed, you are beyond screwed-“
“Captain,” the door opened and one of the soldiers dressed in tactical gear opened the door apologetically, “we’re a minute from landing.”
“I have to go, honey.” Steve had still endeared his heart and soul to you, despite your vivacious anger he had addressed you with unkempt affection.
“Don’t die,” you quipped, “I want to kill you myself.”
“I love you, Y/N.” Steve had let it slip, he had let his feelings fall from the tip of his tongue before you hung up on him.
As the call ended, Steve handed the comm to the female soldier waiting on him and then he left the soundproofed room.
“I agree with her,” Natasha had nudged Steve, “you need a new ass hole.”
“I thought you said you were going to kick my ass.” Steve grabbed his shield and lifted it over his head, resting it upon his back.
“After we do this,” Natasha nodded her head, the door opening after they landed, “I’m giving you the ass-kicking you deserve.”
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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:
Steve + “Are you trying to hide from me?”
Thank you for sending the Hoe Fairy my way, through all the trials and dangers of time zones 😆💖
Grateful for it, I wrote something slightly longer than a drabble? Oops.
I'm creating a new dark-ish universe here, so brace yourselves.
New World Order
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soft dark!Steve Rogers x female reader
summary: After the snap and the breaking of the Avengers the world has turned into a darker place than it already was. Being under Steve Rogers protection should be your beacon of light, right? So why does it sometimes feel as if you're caught in a sticky web?
warnings: semi dystopian universe; soft dark Steve Rogers; manipulation; sprinkle of gaslighting; economical/situational power imbalance; dub-con; smidge of breeding kink; sex (p in v);
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A small creak startled you. Your body tensed and jerked, the jars in your arms almost falling to the floor. You held your breath, tightening your hold on the precious cargo.
The sound came from the other room, the one anyone from the compound could’ve walked into, so it shouldn’t scare you. Not when you made sure to cover any tracks leading to this special, secret unit, which you’ve discovered a few days ago. 
Slowly, careful not to make any sound that might alert whoever was roaming out there, you put the jars down on the shelf. One by one. Gently. You kept your breath shallow as you did, keeping your movements to the minimal. Then you stayed still, counting down seconds in your head and listening for any sounds from outside. 
As one minute passed into another, then another, until it was seven minutes, then eight, you began to relax slightly. 
No further sounds, steps, nor voices came. You assumed they were gone, whoever it’s been. 
With a little huff of breath, you turned around. The nose of your boot bumped into the box of supplies you sneaked inside. It made little to no noise, but it was enough for the domino to fall down completely.
Something clanked on the other side of the wall. Then the hidden passage in the wall opened. 
Bright daylight filtered through and the broad, dark silhouette filled nearly the entirety of the doorway. 
You lifted your hand to shield your eyes from the sudden burst of light, letting out a small squeak as you curled inwardly. It took you a mere second to recognize who caught you and while your heart eased at the realisation, there was still a part of you that feared the outcome.
“I was wondering what kind of mouse has been hiding in the walls,” came his soft, deep voice. “Turns out it’s my own little scrapper.” 
Captain Rogers walked in. Despite wearing heavy boots he still managed to move quietly. 
The wall closed automatically after him, leaving the two of you in a small room with light fixtures casting pleasant, but artificial glow from the ceiling. 
“Are you trying to hide from me?” His lips curled in a lopsided smile, but the way he slightly tilted his head made you aware that he wouldn’t like it, if you said yes. 
“Of course not,” you let out a nervous laugh, gripping the edge of the counter behind you. 
“Not from you, Steve.” Nervousness still buzzed inside you, spiking as he neared closer and closer. 
Steve Rogers, Captain America, could be a scary motherfucker, if he wanted to. Usually, however, it was reserved for anyone trying to harm people he protected. Or if his subordinates broke his rules in any way. 
He may not be the golden boy you remembered from the very few, rare press conferences and pap photos from a decade before. Too much has happened, since he was the poster of glorified values the government tried to sell. 
First, they stripped him of the crystal areola they put themselves on him. Named him a fugitive and a traitor, for wanting to protect his best friend and fight for justice. 
His other colleagues have turned away from him, leading to breaking of the Avengers formation, which was supposed to protect the people.
Then, when the ultimate threat appeared, the remaining politicians blamed Steve and the other heroes for being unable to defeat Thanos. Tony Stark never returned. So many others have dispersed into dust. For a few years - as the world around you spiralled into dystopian nightmare - phantom governments have been using Captain America and other Avengers as the arguments for why so many things were failing.
Living became hard. Well, even harder than it used to be. People turned jaded and distrustful, so very few still tried to show each other support. Unable to count on governmental help, people have started forming their own little groups. Little communities that took care of each other, but were very wary of anyone else. 
You met Steve when you shyly walked into one of the support groups he was leading. You’ve seen posters inviting people to the meetings, but for quite a long time you stayed away from them, because Captain America or not, these groups always meant selling your soul in some way. 
Steve lured you in with his patience and soft voice, but was firm in pointing out that if you’d like to take some of the provisions back home, or needed aid, you had to do some labour in return. 
You weren’t opposed to that, but you were wary. Still, you agreed. 
Each task seemed more and more important, or that’s what you told yourself, because with each you’ve somehow gotten to work closer and closer to the Captain himself. 
You worked dutifully, which was something Steve didn’t omit to praise you for on a few occasions. Which perhaps was the reason why he assigned you to a team that so often worked closely with him. 
As much as it filled your chest with warmth, your gut tightened each time he got a little closer.
And he always got closer. 
You always sensed his gaze on you. Felt your heart jumping whenever he grazed his fingers along your arm, in a seemingly innocent, sweet gesture. But there was something about his attention, about Steve himself, that made you feel uneasy.
He was charismatic, but also less lenient. 
Caring, but didn’t give second chances. 
Patient, but often merciless in his decisions. 
He was still Captain America, but bitter and darker. Worn-out and dirty, like his suit, with the trace of a star that used to shine hope to those who saw it. Now that faith trailed with darkness. 
When Steve approached you one evening, as your team was scavenging the territory the Captain and his Avengers have liberated from under the influence of bloodthirsty gangs, you felt that quickened pulse and whispers of self-preservation instinct telling you to be wary.
He said that he noticed you watching him. Which rendered you speechless for a moment. If anything, you always caught him looking your way. 
Did he really think you were the one checking him out? Was it why your gazes met every time?
You stuttered with your response, not quite knowing how to explain yourself. Steve offered you that disarming, comforting smile. He touched your hand. Slipped his fingers between yours, ever so slowly rubbing the pad of his index finger between two of yours. 
Such a small, meaningless gesture, but something about it had your cunt clenching in response, as if he was insinuating he wanted to rub you somewhere else. 
Before you managed to explain the situation, Steve turned the tables on you once again. He leaned in and confessed that he missed intimate touch, as well. That it was understandable and he felt honoured you would give him your attention.
Then he simply walked away, joining Natasha to make further decisions regarding the operation; leaving you dizzy with confusion and conflicting emotions. 
Was he right? Were you subconsciously seeking out his attention? Was your sense of unease in his proximity provoked by your attraction to him?
Because Steve Rogers was a very handsome man. From the soft strands of hair he had grown a little longer, to the way his broad chest tapered into narrow hips and possibly the sexiest ass you’ve ever seen. 
From that moment, the Captain often approached you, smiled at you, and touched you however briefly. The pounding of your heart increased each time, your thoughts still clouded. 
When he caressed your cheek one time, while having just returned all dirtied and splattered with blood from a mission abroad, your breath stuttered. He asked you to help him out with patching some bruises and you didn’t find the strength in you to deny a request from a wounded man. Captain America at that. 
He took you to his quarters. At Steve’s command, the AI closed the door after you. Your fingers trembled as Steve guided you how to unzip and take off his suit (since his shoulder throbbed so hard, he seemingly couldn’t do it himself). 
Steve’s fair skin was indeed marred with bruises and a few cuts, which you cleaned and patched. In response to your breathless “I better leave” after you were done, Steve slid his big hands onto your hips and softly asked you to stay. 
Perhaps it’s been too long since you kissed anyone. Or maybe his grip on you tightened enough for the fear of repercussions freezing you in place. 
With a tiny whimper, you gave in to his demanding lips and wandering hands. Despite your brain screaming at you to run away, your heart rate accelerated with pleasure, quickly drowning out the fear.
Steve had you sinking down on his thick cock right there, while he still sat in the chair and his suit was barely pushed past his hips. He groaned praises at how good you felt; how hot it was to feel your tight cunt stretching around him; how sexy you sounded struggling to take it all.
Even with some of your brain cells fighting against it, your whole body surrendered to Steve and the pleasure he drew out of you over and over again. 
Maybe he was right all along and you were starved for intimate contact. 
Maybe you were choosing to let him take you, so he wouldn’t hurt you or your family in any way. 
Later, as you laid in Steve’s arms, you debated with yourself how good it felt to be held and protected, and that maybe it was worth following Steve’s subtle commands. 
He took you again in the morning. On your side, sliding into your sore pusy from behind. When you hissed that it hurt, Steve slowed down, but didn’t stop. He distracted you by arousing other parts of your body - rolling and pinching your nipples, sliding his fingers between your lips and fucking your moth with them, using his wet digits to rub your clit. 
Both of you returned to your duties afterwards, but in the evening Steve simply wrapped an arm around you and greeted you with a kiss on your temple. Then guided you back to his quarters.
He talked to you about everything, asked about your past, as well simply about your day. 
But not once did he ask, if you wanted to have sex with him. 
As the days passed, the less brave and determined you were to reject him. Especially not after Steve started coming over to your quarters, to meet your parents and play this whole thing, as if you really were a couple.
So if he was this sweet and supportive, why did you still fear displeasing him in any way? 
“I mean I’m not hiding at all.” Your speech quickened slightly, as you explained your actions. “I may have hoped no one would find this spot that quickly. I would tell you about it, I was going to. But first I needed to, um, I wanted to-”
“Easy, honey.” Steve cupped your cheek.
He ran his thumb along your lip, cooing at you softly. 
He didn’t look angry, nor suspicious. Which lessened your worries. 
“So you found one of Tony’s panic rooms.” Steve took a quick look around. “Not many people know about their existence. Not many can find them.”
“It was actually an accident,” you laughed at that, remembering how you stumbled when changing light bulbs in a weird fixture in the main lounge room and instead of breaking the mirror on the wall the pressure of your fall activated sensor in the wall, opening the passage to this room. 
You told Steve the story, watching mirth form crinkles around his eyes. He kissed your forehead softly, before pulling away. Not enough to leave much space between your bodies. 
“And why are you storing provisions here?” He glanced at the jars and cans you stacked on the few shelves. 
“Just in case. We have a storage and everything is rationed generously, but-” your gaze dropped as you mumbled- “somemayhavebeenstolen.”
“What was that?” Steve’s tone chilled and you felt the hair on your nape standing to attention. 
With two fingers, he tilted your chin up. Blue eyes bore into yours, a Captain’s command in them snapped you into obedience without an order falling from his lips. 
“I think I’ve noticed someone sneaking out some portions. Often.” You admitted. “I wanted to make sure we wouldn’t suffer much loss, in case that person continued to steal.”
“Why haven’t you reported it?” Steve frowned, his hold on your chin turning into an unpleasant pinch. 
“Because the person I should report to first, is the one who takes it.” You also tried to convince yourself that maybe Walker simply was giving it away to someone in need. 
“You could’ve told me.” Steve pointed out, his frown deepening in displeasure. 
“But you always talk about the importance of chain of command,” you blurted out.
Which actually surprised Steve. His eyebrows arched up and then his disapproval was shifting into amused satisfaction once again.
“You’re so dutiful, honey.” Steve’s grin made you gulp nervously. 
His gaze slowly trailed down. When it returned to your face there was a possessive glint in the blue irises. A hot jolt stroke down your spine, pooling in your lower belly with heat in preparation for what was to come.
Because even if your lips wanted to part on a pitiful No, you knew Steve would take anyway. And he’d make sure your body was on board with his desires. 
“Why don’t you continue your impeccable service for your Captain, huh?” Steve dragged the zipper of your jacket down. 
It was butter soft brown leather; once belonging to Steve, but since it was too big on you, he graciously encouraged you to cut and sew it, so it fit you better. 
Steve parted the sides of the jacket, exposing your chest. One move was enough to yank down the stretchy top you had underneath. Your breasts spilled out and you clenched your fingers on the edge of the counter, forcing yourself not to cover yourself, even though you felt shy. 
Steve cupped your breasts with his hands; squeezed them and kneaded gently. The coarse fabric of his fingerless gloves provided additional sensation. He rolled one nipple under his thumb; pinched the other. His mouth swallowed each little moan of yours. 
He drew out a whine out of you as he tugged your bottom lip between his teeth, at the same time unzipping your jeans. Steve knelt down to take off one of your shoes and pull your leg free from the pant leg. Enough to have you spread for him as wide as he wanted. 
“Umm-” you swallowed hard as Steve stretched to his full height. 
He was so much bigger than you. So much stronger. Sometimes, when he had you in his arms, it truly made you feel safe. Other times it scared you; made you quickly comply. 
Steve picked you up so easily, sitting you on the narrow counter and standing between your legs. 
“I don’t have any more pills,” you revealed. “Contraceptives, I mean. Bruce said it will take a few weeks for the production to be finished, after that one ingredient turned out to be spoiled.”
Steve met your eyes. He listened to what you were saying, nodding his head intently as you spoke, but still unzipped his suit and freed his cock. 
You couldn’t help it, your gaze flicked down. Seeing it almost daily didn’t diminish the awe of the cock a primal part of your brain declared perfect. Your pussy clenched, growing wetter in preparation for what was inevitable. 
Steve’s hand closed around his girth and he gave a few pumps before guiding the angry-red tip into your hole. 
He slid inside with a groan. Your own choked cry responding. 
When he met slight resistance due to your position, Steve hooked his arms beneath your knees and pulled your legs upwards. Your ass tilted and your upper body angled backwards. It allowed him to sink fully in, until you felt that unpleasant pressure against your cervix and his balls met your buttocks. 
Then, as he bottomed out in your unprotected pussy, Steve regarded your words.
“Slight inconvenience. But we’re skilled in adjusting to new situations and challenges.” He rested his forehead against yours; his voice growing more raspy and breathless. “If fate wants us to have a child, then we will rise to that blessing as well.” 
He rocked his hips into you, his pelvis grazing your clit. You squeaked, bracing your hands on Steve’s shoulders. 
“Fuck, honey.” Steve withdrew a few inches then slowly thrust back in. “Your sweet cunt is so tight and wet for me.” 
It was tight, because he hadn’t prepared you thoroughly - sometimes it was a blessing, because there were other times when Steve was so focused on making you soaked that he turned you into an overstimulated mess. 
Also because his dick was so fucking thick. 
“My perfect pussy. Isn’t it?” Each stroke was a purposeful, unrushed torment, so that you felt those inches penetrating you. Owning you. 
“Y-yes, Steve. It’s yours,” you mewled when he poked your cervix again. 
“It was made to be filled, honey.” Steve’s pace started increasing. “Its purpose is to take my cock and milk every last drop of my cum, until your womb swells with it.”
There were protesting voices in your head, demanding that you shake your head no and that you tell him you didn’t want to get pregnant. But they never made it past the barrier of voices supplying that you always dreamed of having a family and that Steve would take good care of you. 
Even if the objections somehow made it onto your tongue, the moans and cries Steve was eliciting with each thrust and filthy word deformed them into agreement. 
“That’s it, honey. Taking your Captain so well. Going to take all my cum and thank me for it.”
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parings Bucky Barnes x reader
summary Bucky and you visit the museum as it won’t stop raining. As you are looking through the exhibition you stumble across an old picture of him and Steve…
warnings established relationship, mentions of Bucky’s past, fluff
word count 1k
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“I want to go to the history exhibition first” You announce as you take a close look at the museum plan.
Bucky just nods, giving you a soft smile “Sure, whatever you want, doll”
It’s been raining for 3 days and it’s getting really boring in the compound with not much to do there. So, Bucky had the idea to spend a day at the museum. And this is where you two are right now. You walk through the halls together, looking around curiously. The exhibition is impressive and Bucky’s hand rests at the small of your back as you look through the displayed items together.
As you enter the next room you find yourselves in an exhibition of World War 2. You take a look at Bucky, who is already looking around a bit stunned and speechless. “We can skip it, if you want” You suggest but Bucky quickly shakes his head.
“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry, doll” he shoots you one of his handsome smiles and you return it as you both start to roam through the exhibit.
You are looking through some old medals and pictures displayed. As you are searching for Bucky you can find him in front of a showcase, so, you step closer to get a better look. “Is that…?”
“Yes,” Bucky nods “it is.” You are looking at the old uniform of none other than Captain America. It’s pretty different from the tactical suit Steve wears nowadays on missions. The one from back then is more like a suit for theatre, which is not surprising considering what he had to do at that time. The suit looks worn out a bit, the red and white stripes still bright though.
This part of the exhibition shows the life of Steve Rogers back than as a national hero. As you continue to admire the uniform Bucky looks around. He comes to a stop in front of a wall full of old letters and pictures. You come closer too and notice his changed expression. He looks deep in thought, a bit nostalgic and wistful even. He is looking at an old picture of young Steve right before going to war. Next to him is a young man with short dark hair, wearing the same military uniform as Steve.
“Is that… you?” You ask in utter disbelief. Bucky doesn’t respond, only gives you a short nod. He can’t tear his eyes away from this picture. Under it is a short description, quoting “Steven Rogers and his friend James Barnes, one day before departure, 1943. It is the last picture of James Barnes before his death 3 days later”. To say you are shocked is an understatement. Of course, for the world this soldier was just a number, lucky enough to be friends with Americas national hero, who died 70 years ago.
But he is still here, right next to you. You cannot believe that this is a picture of young Bucky. He must be around 26 years old on it. And even though you can see in his eyes that he has been through a lot since then, he still has the same cute smile. A wave of emotions rushes over you as you continue to look at this picture and the description. Their life was so differently, and yet, somehow they both ended up in a reality that shouldn’t exist for the both of them. And you don’t even want to imagine what they had to endure over all this time.
Your breathing starts to get shaky and tears dwell in your eyes. You then feel a hand on your shoulder, comforting you. It’s Bucky. He is no longer looking at the picture, his eyes are focused solely on you. There’s concern in his face. “What’s wrong, doll?”
You simply shake my head, taking a deep breath. You shouldn’t be the one who needs comfort right now. Instead, you should be the one who comforts him, as this is for sure not easy for Bucky. “Nothing” You give him a forced smile.
Bucky tilts his head, not believing you. “Don’t dwell on the past. I’m still here” He whispers the last part and pulls you into a soft hug. Your arms wrap around him immediately and you burry your head into the crook of his neck. “I’m still here…” He repeats his words, talking more to himself than to you, which shows just how much he is dwelling on the past right now, even though he tells you not to.
Before you pull apart Bucky presses a soft kiss to your forehead and looks into your eyes, still concerned. “Everything okay, doll?”
You nod and peck his lips with yours quickly. “Yes, how about you?”
His smile grows a bit. “Of course. If all those things didn’t happen, I wouldn’t be here with you now”
His words make you smile as well, and he takes your hand softly in his before you walk out of the exhibition together, taking one last look at the picture. You spend the whole evening sitting on the couch together in the compound, Bucky talking about his life before war, before Hydra, and you listen closely to every single detail. And even though not all memories are good ones, his infamous smirk returns to his lips every now and then.
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𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞
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LOCKED IN LOVE| SOFT!STEVE ROGERS X READER | IMAGINE | 
PAIRING: Soft!Husband!Steve Rogers x Reader
SYNOPSIS: Your husband thinks that he can chain himself away from you.
Word Count → 560
WARNING(S): Obsessed!Steve Rogers, Clingy!Steve Rogers and Husband!Steve Rogers (that needs a warning as well)
AUTHORS NOTES: Cause I’m still obsessed with Dark!Steve Rogers fics.
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Y/N had always known that Steve loved her deeply, but his recent behavior had taken their relationship to a whole new level. Ever since he had come back from therapy, she noticed a change in him - a change driven by his intense obsession with her. While she appreciated his affection, it had started to become overwhelming. He couldn't seem to keep his hands off her, and he had trouble leaving her alone even for a moment. It was clear that Steve was struggling to manage his feelings, and she could see that it was taking a toll on him.
One evening, after they had settled into their routine, Y/N was in their bedroom getting ready for bed. As she turned around, she saw Steve meticulously preparing the bed in the guest room. Her curiosity piqued, she walked over and raised an eyebrow at him as he attached a pair of handcuffs to one of the bedposts.
"Steve, what on earth are you doing?" she asked, trying to suppress a chuckle.
He looked up at her, a slightly sheepish expression on his face. "I just thought… maybe this would help."
She couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Handcuffs? Really?"
Steve tossed her the key for the handcuffs, a determined look in his eyes. "Yes, it is necessary."
Y/N caught the key and shook her head, still amused by his antics. "Alright, if you say so. Goodnight then."
"Goodnight," Steve replied, a satisfied smile on his face as he settled into the guest room.
The next morning, Y/N woke up feeling unusually warm. As she tried to sit up, she realized that something was holding her down. Panic briefly surged through her until she noticed movement around her. Confused, she looked down and was met with the sight of Steve, fast asleep, his arms wrapped tightly around her.
Her eyes widened as she took in the whole scene. The handcuffs were still around his hands, and a piece of wood from the headboard had been torn off and attached to them. Steve had quite literally yanked his arm so hard that he had managed to break off a part of their bed.
Y/N couldn't help but burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation. She gently shook Steve awake, and his eyes slowly fluttered open.
"Steve," she said between giggles, "you've really outdone yourself this time."
He blinked, still half-asleep, and then followed her gaze to the makeshift handcuff contraption. A sheepish grin spread across his face as he realized the state he was in.
"I, uh… I guess I got carried away," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
Y/N reached for the key and began to unlock the cuffs. "You really didn't have to go to such lengths just to sleep next to me."
Steve chuckled, his cheeks turning slightly pink. "I know, I know. I just… I wanted to be close to you."
She smiled warmly at him, pulling him into a gentle embrace. "You don't need handcuffs and wooden planks for that, you know."
He hugged her back, his grip gentle this time. "I'm sorry if I've been a bit overwhelming lately. I'll try to do better."
Y/N leaned back to look at him, her affection evident in her eyes. "You don't need to change who you are, Steve. Just remember that I'm always here for you, whether you're handcuffed to the bed or not."
They both laughed, and as they untangled themselves from the makeshift restraints, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the unique and genuine love they shared. It might have been unconventional, but it was theirs, and that's what made it so special.
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