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mrsbuckybarnes1917 · 2 months
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It had been a long time. Being an Avenger didn’t leave much time for … what was the phrase? … hooking up. You changed all that. Steve was nervous, he hadn’t liked anyone like that since he lost Peggy. But with you, he was smitten. Taking things slow was something you had requested and he fully supported it.
But it was getting more and more dangerous to have you sit in his lap. The way you looked, the way you smelled, the way you tasted, it overwhelmed his senses. Your kisses were always so sensual, like you poured your soul into them. They tasted like ambrosia, the nectar of the Gods.
Today was the first time you noticed the substantial bulge in his pants. It was pushed right between your hips as you sat facing him, your thighs straddling his. It had begun innocently, you'd had no seductive agenda when you had thrown yourself into his arms.
It had started with a soft brush, your crotch against his. Your intent hadn't been to arouse him, but that was the effect you achieved. It had merely been a simple readjustment, but it stirred something deep inside him. Steve found his hands gripping your hips tightly. Pulling you close. His lips never really left yours, as he pushed up against you. Acting on instinct. Moaning into your mouth as you pushed back against him. Your enthusiasm told him you were just as invested as he was, as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
Your movements were haphazard, desperate but playful. Neither of you ready enough to take the next step but both of you hungry for more. There was no synchronicity to the way you drove your hips against each other but you could feel the other's pleasure. His cock twitched excitedly inside his jeans, needy, covetous throbbing under you. It was begging to be freed and given relief from his growing tension.
In your mind, you considered this an appetizer, an amuse-bouche to the platter you wanted to offer yourself on. You thought the denim barrier between you would only be sufficient enough to wet his appetite. So consumed by the taste of him that you failed to notice his grip on your thighs, the way his fingers dig into your flesh. Spurred on by the salacious moans and whines that tumbled from his mouth into yours, you grind down harder.
Before you know it, his breath hitched and he stopped pushing back against you, letting out a low groan. Steve had mastered the art of hiding his feelings, but he didn't look you in the eyes. His ears betrayed him, flushing a perfect pink in embarrassment. Confusion was etched on your face as you pulled away, assessing the situation. A moment of blind panic hit you. Why had he stopped? Only when you lifted your hips off his, did you notice the damp dark patch on his jeans. It was spreading before your very eyes and you immediately knew what had happened. Your illustrious Captain had blown his load before you'd had a chance to touch him.
“Steve,” you cooed at him in a reassuring tone. You peppered a few gentle kisses across his face. “Did you like that, baby?”
He chuckled, darkly. “How can you expect a guy to be patient when you do these things looking like you do?”
It's your turn to blush. “Are you saying this is my fault, Captain?” you asked coyly.
“Entirely,” he grinned, beautiful blue eyes darkening dangerously. “But seeing as I'm a gentleman, let me make it up to you.”
You unzipped his jeans and freed his still hard cock. Your fingers now covered in his white hot seed. He was still sensitive to every stroke and caress. And you knew your captain wasn’t as innocent as he seemed.
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georgiapeach30513 · 7 months
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Your Mark On Me, Part 3
Summary: you keep pushing his buttons...
Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, degradation, dirty talk, non con/dub con, spanking, inspecting, spitting, fingering, squirting, oral sex (F receiving), skinny dipping, pussy job, just the tip, a bit of cream pie, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 7.1K
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You take a long look out the window, your eyes casting around in every direction until you see him. Bucky gives you a cheeky grin, holding up his hand, and you back away from the window, hiding yourself. Annoyed at not even being able to walk around in your panties in your apartment if you wanted to. He was always going to tell Steve. You couldn’t escape him. And staying cooped up in your apartment was thoroughly starting to piss you off.
It was supposed to be your break in between semesters, and you should be having fun. But no. Instead your every move is followed. You have a feeling Bucky even writes down what you do with time stamps just to let Steve know. He was there when you wake up, there when you leave your apartment, and even there when you go to sleep.
Did he sleep? Was he going to go crazy with a lack of sleep? You pace around the apartment, tempted to open your curtain, and put on a show for Bucky, just to piss Steve off. It’s what he deserved after he did what he did.
When he did what he did…
You hadn’t stopped thinking about that night. The moment when you had forgotten about everything around you, and just let him take you to a different world. A world of blinding pleasure. You had forgotten your name. There has been a numbness in you since that night. And you wanted him to help you live again, and also feared the things he was making you feel.
You ignored the frequent text messages from Steve. At night the messages got filthier, and you wanted to scream in your pillow. While his face was buried between your thighs, and he was doing whatever he did with his tongue, and even his teeth.
“No!” You scream out loud as your hands start to shake. What was wrong with you? Why was you letting this man lead you to temptation and right to a shortcut to hell?
You wanted him. You feared him. You hated him. You need him to…to do something. You didn’t want to say it, and couldn’t say it. This was new. All of it was new, and you didn’t understand Steve’s strong obsession with you. You! You? What was so special about you? Why did he want you? What was his end goal? Was it only to fuck you and then leave?
Taking another look out the window just to find Bucky in the same spot, sucking on a cigarette. He would know, Bucky knew everything. Putting on some coffee you leave your apartment, and walk out to Bucky, who stands up straight immediately. Hand at the phone in his pocket while he looks at you questioningly.
“Don’t call him,” Bucky struggles with your request. You were not where you were supposed to be. You hadn’t even left this town, and ventured back home. “Have some coffee with me. I feel bad that you’re out here all alone, all day and all night. It isn’t fair.”
“I have my orders,” his hand still taps along his pocket, and the last thing you want is for him to call Steve. You couldn’t handle Steve being in your home, and your place of peace.
“Some coffee would be good for you, come on,” you go to reach for his hand, but he stands up completely straight, and his eyes fix behind you. “I’m sorry.”
“Dove, you should know by now not to touch me; ever. Especially without him present. I’m running out of lives, and I don’t want to die today,” you give a little bite to your lip, your feet shuffling around nervously, wondering if you had pushed too far. You weren’t an idiot, even if you wanted to play as such.
Bucky wants to roll his eyes at just how perfect you are for Steve. How you had enough fight in you to keep things interesting, but also his undying love for innocence. For the chase, and you were running; sprinting away from him even if your body was yelling for him to come back. You just weren't so fast enough that Steve couldn’t catch you. “Fine. Coffee, but you deal with the consequences.”
“Consequences? For having coffee?” Oh you did love to play this silly little girl game. Judging by the swishing around of your thighs, you knew exactly what the consequences would be.
He leans close enough into you, whispering just slightly off from your ear, “Don’t play dumb, little bird,” before heading straight towards your building. “So?” He pauses, turning to look at you when you don’t move. “Are we having coffee?”
“Yes,” you answer with such certainty that it scares you.
“I see why he likes her,” Bucky mumbles, waiting for you to take the lead. He didn’t have to contact Steve. Steve would look down at his phone, and see that Bucky was in your apartment. Would see Bucky in your space, but with you. Alone. He could already feel Steve’s anger prickling on his skin once he realized where he was, and just who he was with. You were just dangerous enough to yourself, but also for Steve.
“So…what’s yours and Steve’s story?” You pour him his coffee, sitting at the bar, and push out a chair for him. He doesn’t take the chair, but instead lifts himself up on the counter. “You and him seem to go back further than him and Sam.”
“Steve trusts very few people. Sam and I are two of them. But you are correct in thinking that Steve and I have known each other longer. Sam has been more than loyal to the both of us,” your head tilts to the side, listening to Bucky. It was almost normal. Steve was anything but safe though. However, he had people that believed in something. Believed in him and whatever empire he was building.
“Why drugs?”
“Don’t worry about it,” he gives you a wink. Lifting his arm up to look at his watch with a smirk. “Why were you buying?”
“You know why. I needed to stay up to cram for finals. Math isn’t exactly my strong suit,” he cocks a brow up, while he drinks his coffee, and you almost feel guilty for staring at him. It was silly because you weren’t with Steve. You could look at whoever you pleased.
“Have you ever tried any other drugs?” Shaking your head rapidly, you cast your eyes to anything in the kitchen. Making silly notes about what you needed to do to keep it clean. Wondering where the cameras were in here. “Was that your first time?”
“Yes. I’ve always just taken my medication as it’s prescribed.”
“Ever been drunk?” You had piqued his interest. Bucky was just wasting time because Steve was already enroute, and he was about to be yelled at, but you were getting far more than screams. “Hmm?”
“No,” your voice whispers, and you dare to look back up at him. “I just recently became of age.”
“Wait…you’ve never had anything to drink?” You shake your head no. There couldn't’ be that much that you had missed from getting drunk. Alcohol stunk, and it was illegal for you to have consumed before now. “Wow, you really are…”
You jump off the stool, your mug shattering on the tile as Steve bursts through the door. His nostrils flaring, and his skin looked like it was on fire with the way his muscles are tensing up. Backing up from him with every step he takes closer to you.
Taking his eyes off you only to glare at Bucky, “I’ll deal with you later. Dovey,” he tsks, turning to look at you. He is too calm with his words, but the way he slung that door open, he was anything but calm. He was pissed off at you.
“You’ve been a bad bad girl,” you can only squeak, as you look around the apartment. “We both know there's no hiding places in here. I’ve looked at the blueprints, little bird. Where are you gonna run to?”
“Steve, don’t,” you gulp, flinching away as he tries to grab you.
“Do you remember what I told you about your tears?” You shake your head no. You couldn’t think. There is a searing light in your eyes and loud ringing in your ears that was keeping you from thinking straight. He had mentioned something about tears, but exactly what you can’t recall.
“When you cry all I can think about is splitting you open for the first time. It will hurt, Dovey. You will cry, and I will lick the tears off your cheeks, as I wait for that tight little cunt to stop screaming from the stretch.’
“Steve, please,” you tremble, but he moans in return. He mistook your pleads as begging. “I’m not begging!”
“And I’m not asking,” you scream as you dart past him, but his inky hand grabs onto your wrist, pulling you into his hard chest, and nearly knocking the breath out of you. Covering your wails with his hand as he hauls you over to the couch.
Letting himself sit down before he lays your belly over his lap. “I am thankful that you wear skirts,” hearing the malice in his voice only makes your entire body shiver with anticipation of what is coming next. “Bucky, close the door, while I have a chat with my little bird.”
“Steve, I’m sorry,” you hiccup. Wiggling around, you try to get off his lap, but it wasn’t helping. “I don’t know what I did…Bucky?”
“Don’t call for him. He protects you when I’m not around, he doesn’t protect you from me. Did he or did he not say you would have consequences for being alone with him?” You whimper as you nod your head, and you get a swift smack on your ass. “Words, Dove.”
“Yes, sir,” tears start flowing down your face, and it just angers you. This stupid man that rushed into your life has you draped over his lap like a toddler, and was intent in spanking you.
“And not only did you bring him in here with you alone, you then had the audacity to talk about me, hmm?” You don’t answer fast enough, and he smacks you again, but this time on the other cheek. Flattening his hand out, he rubs over the stinging skin.
“I didn’t…I-I-I didn’t know.”
“If you want to know anything about me, then you better fucking ask me. That sneaky bullshit will not fly with me. Do you understand?” Another smack on your ass with an even more soothing rub this time. “Can you fucking hear?” One more slap.
“Yes, sir. I under…understand. No!” He places his elbow on your back as he lifts up your skirt. Chuckling when each hand pulls apart your cheeks. “Steve, stop! Don’t look! Don’t!”
“Why not, Dovey?” He moans, leaning down closer he inhales deeply. What you assume was a pinky finger flicks up and down your cotton covered slit. “Your cunt is crying for me. Just as hard as those pathetic tears rolling down your cheeks. You know why we work, Dovey? I enjoy this just as much as you do.”
“I don’t,” he has your panties pulled down in one second. Each hand stretching your cheeks wide as he gazes at your virgin hole. Everything is too quiet as he stares at you in the most vulnerable state you have ever been in. Sure that Bucky was watching your core as hard as Steve.
Seconds go by that feels like hours. And then a drip of Steve’s saliva flows through your lips. “You’re a fucking liar,” his voice cutting deep inside of you. “Why are you lying? That tight light hole is clenching, Dove. She wants a big cock to fuck her so hard and deep, huh? Hehe,” he looks up at Bucky, pulling you even further apart.
“See, Buck. She’s throbbing just thinking about me fucking her. Look,” Bucky has been a target of Steve’s anger many times. And there was no right answer here. Steve would be offended if he didn’t look. “Dove, I’m going to fuck you so deep you feel me in your belly.”
“Oh,” Bucky tries to sound interested as your walls flutter around nothing. Searching for something to squeeze tightly. Pulsing in vain. But something more catches his eyes, “How are you going to fit in there?”
“Oh, I’ll make it fit,” he spits down to your center again as two fingers roam through your slick. Coating themselves in your juices, and you clench your eyes close. Biting on your lip as he plunges two thick fingers into your warmth, and you lift your head up sobbing his name.
“That’s just two fingers, pretty girl,” pumping his fingers in and out of you he moans at the sound of your wetness. Lewd squelching sounds scream into the quiet apartment. “See how easy I fit in there when you have a sloppy cunt like this? It’s because I am made for you, and this is my pussy. I wish you could see your pussy cling onto my fingers. She doesn't’ want to let me go. She is weeping out onto your legs just thinking about me, Dovey.”
He speeds up his motions, curling his fingers and he hits a spot inside of you that makes orbs of fuzzy light pop up in your vision. Sounds you have never heard before leak out of your mouth, and your body chases his fingers. Reacting and needing him to stay deep inside of you. And you seek out him to constantly fill you whole.
Hugging his digits so tightly that you can’t help but to pant out his name, “I know, baby. It’s what you’ve needed. You needed to be punished for acting like a sneaky bitch. But it gets you so worked up. Your body craves this attention. Has been begging for this, huh? You like this, Dovey?”
My god, you loved it. Thoughts just didn’t even register because of the paralyzing pleasure. You just take it. Take every bit of his fingers. Eyes rolling in the back of your head as he scissors himself deep inside of you. Pressing a thumb on your clit, and you speak in tongue.
Euphoria you have never felt. Your cum coats his fingers, but it only eggs him on. Going harder into you. The only thing for you to hold is his leg, and you dig your fingers into him. He hisses as he pounds into you. Not stopping until you're screaming his name, and you squirt out your release. And Steve moans, delighted at how messy you are.
“Good fucking girl!” Jerking his fingers out, he grabs you at the hips. Lifting your bottom up to him, and he buries himself between your thighs. Laving and slurping up every bit of your release. Moaning at your tastes as he sucks every bit of it up.
Your eyes roll into the back of your head, but as soon as it starts, he stops. Steve pulls apart your body, and stares at the tiny gape of your hole. You could take so much more, and he was tempted to add a third finger next time. But he wanted more than anything for you to cry when he bottoms out into you. Addicted to something he hadn’t properly got to experience. And that was all of you.
His sight never leaves your cunt as he tells Bucky to pack you a bag because the two of you were going on a short little trip. Bucky nods, knowing exactly where Steve was going to take you. He whispers a prayer for you. If Steve had it his way he was going to fuck this ‘brat’ right out of you.
Bucky wouldn’t call you a brat, but you knew what you were doing. Driving Steve crazy enough to both pleasure and humiliate you. One day you would learn, you didn’t have to push his buttons to get him to play with you. You had this power over Steve that neither of you understood. And Bucky had never witnessed anything quite like this.
“Dovey, if I hear you talk back to me once on this drive, you’re going to ride the rest of the way with two of my fingers in your cunt, and both your titties hanging out of your shirt. Please tell me that you understand.”
His hold loosens on you, and he gives you a moment to sit up. Waiting on you to roll your drenched panties back up your body, and you nod. You couldn’t look at him because he had seen such a private part of you, and showed Bucky, “Yes, sir.”
“Good, girl. You’re learning. Seems like you’re starting to break. Buck, you make sure Sam understands that the two of you are in charge,” Steve holds out his hand as he stands up. Waiting on you to take hold before he leads the two of you to the door.
“Steve, take it easy on her. She’s not ready,” he whispers to his friend, but Steve returns his warning with a smile. He was going to do whatever the fuck he wanted with you. You wanted to know about him, so he was going to give you the opportunity to ask. If you could focus. He’d tell you everything you need to know. He just hopes it’s the right questions.
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“Steve, I don’t want to be here,” your lip trembles as he steps out of the car. Stalking over to your side while you stare at only one thing. One cabin. In the middle of fucking nowhere. It had been miles since you even saw the las
“Steve, no!” Screaming as he opens your door. There isn’t any flight left in you. It is just complete shutting down. He holds out his hand for you to take, but you violently shake. He was going to murder you here. “Steve, don’t. Don’t!”
He gives a growl as his hands try to wrangle you out of the vehicle, and you thrash around. If you were going to die, at least you’d die trying. “Please, just…”
“You wanted to ask questions, now get out of the fucking car!” Pulling you a bit harder, you let your body turn to dead weight, and you drop to the ground with a hard thud. Blinking your eyes and coughing as you try to catch your breath.
“Would you shut up?” His voice rattles, hauling you up over his shoulder. “What exactly do you think I’m going to do to you? We’re going in the fucking cabin, and you’re going to ask your stupid damn questions.”
“B-b-b-but we’re alone! You’re going to…” dropping you onto the couch, his body hovers over you. Those blackened with ink arms caging you. He rolls his hips, and his hardening cock skims over your core, and you squeal.
“You like that, huh? You like feeling me on you?” His breath is hot on your skin as he does it again. “We’re all alone, Dovey, and no one can hear your screams when you take every inch of me.”
“I’m not b-b-begging.”
“Aw, but aren’t you?” Readjusting himself, his hand cups your covered core. The face of pure sadistic torture grins down at you. “You’re so hot and wound up you’re going to burn the cabin down, Dovey. You’ve ruined these panties, you're so wet. Quit letting your mind take control, and trust me.”
“I’ll never trust you,” it is something you felt deep within your soul. How could you trust someone that was like him? Someone that got off on your embarrassment, and enjoyed showing it to everyone. “You just want to use me.”
A flash of tattoos comes at your face, and his fingers dig into your cheeks as he grabs you tight. Forcing you to quit looking around, and look straight at him. “Dovey, if I wanted to use you, I would have had you that first night. I did you a kindness in marking you up. People know not to fuck with Steve Rogers. You’re just the stupid girl who came into my lair thinking you would outsmart me. Do you realize how many times I could have fucked you by now? I could have put the cameras on us, and let the club watch as I took the gift that could never be returned. And you’re the brat that wants to keep pushing my fucking buttons.”
You whimper as his weight starts to settle on your body. His monstrosity of a cock pressing into your center, and a flash of blinding light covers your vision, and all you can do is feel. Feel his pulse through his cock as it pounds right at your entrance, and the way his breath blows out over your face as he chuckles. You hate him.
“Sweetheart, it would loosen you up in more ways than one. You need this as much as I do. You’re denying us the ultimate pleasure when all you have to do is let me squeeze through your walls, break them down, too.”
Gulping, you keep perfect eye contact as your head twists back and forth, whispering out, “No.”
A rumble climbs up his chest, and the vibrations go right to your weeping cunt as he sits up. Putting his weight on his heels, and kneeling before you. His body keeps your legs wide, and he pulls up your skirt, watching your covered pussy as he pulls his shirt off.
He is a god amongst men. Rippling cords of muscle stretch over his chest, and it was accentuated perfectly with the most beautiful and intricate designs. The man clearly enjoyed art, but also pain. No inch of his chest wasn’t touched with a needle.
While you’re in a trance with his tattoos, Steve undoes his pants, and gives them a little tug down. “Oh my god!” You screech as his monster dick flops out of his pants. The only thing not covered in tattoos, and right at the tip. “You’re pierced?”
“If it scares you that much, our first time, I’ll take it out. It’s quite pleasurable for you,” Steve wraps his fist around the base, and gives the growing member a few pumps, “You can’t take your eyes off it. Have you ever seen a dick before?”
“Yeah. Plenty of times.”
“Tell me whose dick you’ve seen, little bird.”
“Why?” You look up at him, unblinking. There is a fire that is burning all the way from the pit of his stomach to his eyes. Looking almost demonic as his pupils spread out so wide.
“So I can kill them. No dick that has touched your body is going to stay alive,” he tilts his head to the side, smiling when you finally look up at his face. “I am very serious, sweetheart. Tell me. Their names.”
“I don’t know — I don't know their names,” he tenses in front of you, and you cover your eyes. “They were on the internet,” the walls of the cabin rattle with his booming laughter. While you’re trying to melt away, he runs the tip of his length over your panties, and you flinch. Trying to sit yourself up, but he pushes you back down.
“You mean to tell me I wasted showing you my cock, and it’s the first in life one you’ve ever seen? Dove, no wonder you’re on edge. You just about came undone from my tip at your panties, or maybe it was the piercing. You like the way this feels, my sweet little angel. Come on,” standing up, he fully gets undressed, proving that yes, he was pretty much covered in tattoos. His face and his dick are the exception. “They’re too pretty, darling. Let’s go.”
“Where?” It’s a struggle to sit up with the high emotions you have been feeling. Wobbly legs keep you from standing too quickly. There’s a dizziness that you feel in every part of your body.
“Bucky packed you a bathing suit, put it on, or join me in the hot tub naked. You need to relax,” there was a shift in his voice. Typically there is some grit to it. As if it was constantly filled with anger. Now it sounds — normal. He stands watching you as you try to process what it is you wanted to do. “Do I need to turn around for you to change? I wouldn’t advise running. There’s nobody here for miles. And if you run again, my patience and kindness will be gone, and I can’t promise what I will do.”
“Can I go get my bag?” He nods his head, gesturing for you to go out to the car, and you take careful steps. Counting each inhale and exhale as you walk to the car. Looking back at Steve who remains calm. He dares you to run just so he can capture you in his snares, but you won’t.
This time, you want to listen. Especially if he was going to grant you with asking questions. Bucky sucked at packing your bag. A shirt, panties, and the skimpiest bathing suit you owned. At least he remembered a toothbrush. Feeling a bit more irritated now, you walk back into the cabin, and gawk at Steve.
“Can you turn around?”
“Good girls say please.”
“And I didn’t,” giving you a crooked smile, he turns around. Giving you the smallest privacy to undress.
“I bet it feels nice to get out of those wet panties,” you ignore him. It did feel nice. Everything had started to stick to you, and it was like peeling wet clothes off. “That skin would look really pretty with a needle in it.”
“Why are you like this?” Looking up, you notice a mirror pointed right at you. Steve saw everything. Saw you undress, and didn’t look away.
“Tell me I didn’t make you so wet that you had to use your clothes to wipe your honey off your legs. We’re getting in a hot tub, Dove, it’ll wash right off.”
“Do you ever give privacy?”
“No. But you do have some nice tits. Let’s go,” Steve reaches back to give you a little tug, but you shake your head no, pointing at his dick. “Oh, I don’t get in the hot tub with clothes on. The anaconda will be underwater, you won’t be able to see him.”
“Clarence,” he scrunches his face up as you walk past him, and out on the back porch, assuming that’s where this hot tub was. You just need to not have that thing staring at you right now. “That’s what I’m going to call your penis; Clarence.”
“Clarence? Why not something like The Hammer or…”
“Clarence,” it’s what it was going to be. If he wanted you to look at it, you were going to give it a name that wasn’t so imposing. Steve walks past you, and settles himself into the pool. Giving a soft moan at how the heat was working out his own tension.
“Is it hot?”
“It is, but it’s not as hot as your tight little cunt. How’s she feeling?” Don’t answer him. Allow him his cocky little comments, and do what is asked. Make this easy and unpainful, and you’d feel better for it.
You wait on Steve to settle back into the water, and his eyes roam over your body hungrily. Watching as each inch of it gets swallowed by the heat, and he chuckles when you sit on the opposite side of him. Looking at anything that wasn’t Steve. He cracks his neck, and uses his thick fingers to trace around his lip, and he just smirks at you.
“I don’t like people who go behind my back.”
“I didn’t,” you finally meet his gaze, and it’s hard to look away. He is even sexier with water lapping up against his skin. The same skin that was setting your body ablaze. He had seared into every part of you, and your body craved him. Needed him to touch you.
“Didn’t Bucky tell you that there would be consequences?”
“Yeah, but…”
“I’m talking,” he interrupts, wading over closer to you. Both hands plant themselves on either side of you, and he stands up out of the water. His giant cock wet and bouncing right at your face. “You continue to talk over me, and I’ll slip something in your mouth to keep you quiet. Bucky warned you about the consequences of taking him into your apartment without me. You disobeyed. You chose to ignore him. Playing your stupid fucking childish game of being too naive to realize what you acting up does to me.”
He removes one hand from the back of the hot tub, and grips his cock. Rocking it right at your lips, but never touching you. “I can see it in your eyes how curious you are to know what a real cock feels like. I can show you.”
“I’m not begging,” you cross your legs, clenching them tight together. Refusing to let your pussy get you in any more trouble.
“Yet. Your body is, but your mouth is stubborn. Maybe I should give her a little taste. Come on, suck my dick and join me in the underworld.”
“Continue your threats.”
You whimper when his low growling laugh vibrates at your core. Wondering how he was able to make you feel him in a place he had hardly touched. “What do you want to know about me? I’ll give you five questions to ask, so you better make them count. That is going behind my back, little bird. You want to act all innocent, but you want to know what makes me tick. Why did I become who I am? So ask.”
“Why? Why do you do this?”
“I’m going to count that as two. Be careful next time,” sitting beside you, his hand runs up and down your thigh, and without realizing it, your legs start pulling apart. Giving him ample space to get to your cunt.
“I do this because I can control what’s out there. These streets ran rampant with cheap drugs cut with who the fuck knows. I sell pure. It costs more, but you won’t die from a damn accidental overdose because your drug of choice was laced with something. Three more.”
Your mouth drops open when his hand settles as high up on your thigh as possible sliding down, and rubs over the apex of your thigh, but never where your body truly wants it. You even lean back further, granting him more access, but his fingers don’t drift around. “How…why the playground?”
“You really fucking suck at this. There’s two more. You’re down to one question after this.”
“You’re fucking distracting me!” He grabs you up, placing you in his lap. Your body facing the same way as you. Using his legs to lock your own in place. Moving your bottoms to the side before pressing his dick right in between your pussy lips. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”
“You want to say fuck, you better make sure my dick is so deep inside you that you feel me in your filthy little mouth. I will not give you another chance, Dove. I mean it. I won’t wait for you to be blubbering, and crawling on your knees as you beg for me to be inside. I will take it. Is this your tactic, Dove? I don’t want to take. I want you to fully give that to me. You are so hot and slippery, you’re ready, but are you ready for me to have you down on your knees?”
“Please…” what were you asking him for? Why was he able to make you melt and repulse you simultaneously?
“Please just put it in there?” You shake your head no, and his mouth attacks your neck. Kissing and sucking at the sensitive column, while your hips buck up and down. Allowing his sinful dick to roam through your folds. His tip knocks against your clit, and you lean your head back against Steve.
“Easy, baby. You’re going to make yourself pass out before we get to the good part. That’s my playground. I have fond memories of bullies throwing me around the yard. If it wasn’t for Bucky, I would have died there. I promised myself that not only would I survive, but I was going to be bigger and meaner than any of those pieces of shit, and they would all cower just hearing my name.”
“Steve. Steve!” He is only holding his dick up against your body, it is you that is moving, grinding on him and searching for more, and terrified to have it. But he feels like heaven. He hadn’t even entered inside of you, and you are a mess.
“One more question, Dove. Be a good girl, and ask your pathetic little question since you need to know about the big bad drug lord that is following you around, and becoming more and more obsessed with you. Go on.”
“Why me?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” He is marking every inch of your neck with his filthy mouth. Yet again making sure that everyone knew that you were taken. And he would kill someone that would just look at you. Willing to murder anyone who’s cock you had seen. Even online porn couldn’t prepare you for this.
“I love challenges. I have this pretty little bird that is dying to be fucked deep and hard, but because of her upbringing or some shit, is denying herself pleasure. You need someone like me,” his voice starts going up an octave, and you grind on him faster. Harder. Both of you are needy and searching for something.
“That’s it, Dovey. I’m…I’m,” he holds your lips apart with two fingers, and presses his spongy tip in your entrance, and as soon as you are screaming at the intrusion, his cum spurts through you. Most of it spilling out, and mixing with the water, but some of it is a glorious warmth that you loathe.
He holds you in place, keeping you from squirming around as he looks down into the water, “I could do it you know. You’re breathing heavily, and this isn’t even the painful part. I’m getting tired of you acting like a little bitch. Do you see how easily I can take, Dove? Do you see that I have you right where I want you, but I’m giving you enough grace and power to tell me when our first time is?”
“But…you’re inside me…Steve, I wasn’t begging.”
“And I’m not fucking. I’m not even an inch inside. Enjoy my seed in you, Dove. Pretty soon it’ll be second nature to take my cock, and be filled with me. You wanted the consequences, this is it. But next time, it’ll be so much worse.”
“Just fuck me then,” you spit out, but he lifts you off him, and stands up. This time rubbing his tip over your pouty lips. You notice the bit of change in him, but keep your mouth shut. Letting him paint you with the remnants of the two of you.
“I’m no longer hard, and you’re not begging. But soon, Dove, soon you’ll wake up to me thrusting into you. You’ll sit on my lap, warming my cock while I distribute the drugs. You will be on all fours at the table, letting me inspect that greedy cunt before I plunge into her, and Bucky gets to see me fill your belly with my child. Get out of this tub, and let's go to bed.”
“Why are you so mean?”
“Why are you?” The audacity! You aren’t mean. “You’re mean to yourself, and I never said I was nice. Get out of this fucking tub, and let’s get in the bed.”
He doesn’t even turn around to look at you as he walks back into the cabin. There was no escape, and you are coming to realize that everyday that you are with him. Were you the problem here? Would it be so bad to let him inside of you?
Questions abound quickly in your mind, and you couldn’t process them long enough to answer. Allowing your body to go on autopilot just for tonight. Even if you are angry at what he just did. But are you? Are you really denying something that was living in between heaven and hell?
“Get in the bed,” Steve growls, pulling back the covers. “I have on underwear,” you gulp as you look around the room. Bucky hadn’t given you much thought to pack your clothes. Barely anything was in your bag.
“Here,” Steve says, tossing you a shirt. And you’re just stubborn enough, and still pissed at him from earlier. Undoing your bathing suit top you let it fall to the floor. Letting Steve angrily stare at your curves, and peaked nipples before letting the bottoms fall.
“You’re pushing me, Dovey,” he growls out. Stunned, and refusing to move. Your skin still damp from the tub. Water drips creating a trail right between your legs. “Dove!”
“Now, you know how it feels,” you’re sure you will pay for that later, but at this moment, it feels like you are taking the power back. You’re choosing to show him your body. Letitng him see how hard your nipples are with desire.
Pulling only his shirt on, you crawl onto the bed, tapping the other side, “Aren’t you going to get in?”
“You didn’t put panties on.”
“But you have on underwear. Seems a fair trade,” he grouses something under his breath, but crawls in behind you, pulling you completely flush with his body. Easing a thigh in between your leg, and pressing it firmly against your core. “Steve?”
“It’s my turn to ask questions,” he ignores your hands that try to push his hard leg away from you. Tense in his embrace, but he starts melting into you. Snuggling his face right behind your ear, and you hate the hold he has over you. “Why are you a virgin?”
“Because I haven’t had sex.”
He growls right up next to your ear, and you bite your lip. Hoping that he couldn’t feel how amazing that sound felt. “Why haven’t you had sex?”
The real question. You didn’t have a smart remark to get you out of it. He wanted the truth, and you weren’t ready to give it to him. “Because…”
“Because why?”
“That’s three questions, Steve.”
“I don’t care about the others. Just answer that one,” you wiggle around, wanting to actually give him the attention he wanted, but his hold is too great. “What are you doing?”
“I want to look at you while I answer,” immediately he lets you go. Waiting on you to flop to the other side, but he still pulls you in tight to him. Lifting your leg to throw over his hip. “I’ve never had this.”
“Yeah, I know. You’re a virgin. I’m sure if you laid like this with a — boyfriend,” the taste of that word is rotten in his mouth. No one deserved you. He didn’t deserve you, he was just desperate enough to capture you and make you his.
“No…not even that,” he cocks up an eyebrow as his features soften. He was beautiful. You had a crazy feeling no one ever saw this soft side of him. He had spent years creating his drug lord persona, that he forgot what being a lowly human was like.
“Boys aren’t interested in me. All my friends had them, and I…I was the third wheel. Or the fifth. But you get the point. No one has ever told me that I was — that I’m beautiful.”
He lets out an exasperated breath, and drifts closer to you. So close his lips brush against yours when he whispers your name, “You’re beautiful. And I’m no boy. I am a man, and you are mine. You don’t have to worry about all the boys that didn’t see you. The boys that didn’t realize what diamond that they had in front of them. And I won't have to worry about murdering them.”
“I’m thankful for that.”
“Look at me, and tell me that you’re beautiful,” it’s a strange request to make, but when you open your mouth nothing comes out. You were taught not to lie, and you didn’t fully believe it yourself. You had spent most of your life invisible, and no one ever noticed you, until this man came out of the shadows, and was trying to bring you into his own world of darkness.
“Say it. Tell me that you’re beautiful. Dovey, please,” you can’t. You shake your head no, letting your eyes start to close as you try and fight away the tears. He wasn’t going to see you cry. “You’re beautiful. And if I have to be the one to tell you that everyday for you to realize that you are, I will. Maybe that’s my purpose. You’re beautiful. You’re gorgeous. And sexy. And kind. And I want to corrupt you and bring you over into my darkness. Make you my whore, so you realize how irresistible that I find you.”
“Stop. Please, don’t…” he hears the crack in your voice. He would kill everyone that dared to make you feel unworthy. You were worthy. You were everything.
“You’re beautiful, darling. I have perfect vision, and I have seen a lot of women. None are as spectacular as you. Close your eyes, relax in my embrace because I’m never letting you go ever again. You’re stuck with me. I don’t want you to lose your fight, but just for tonight. Let’s call a truce.”
“Fine,” you mumble, finally letting his warmth envelop you as you relax in his embrace. It is an oddly satisfying and safe feeling. You were close enough to smell his musky cologne that lingered on his skin. His heartbeat creating a perfect rhythm to lull you to sleep, “Just for tonight.”
“Yes, yes, of course. Next time I’ll make sure we fall asleep with your cunt squeezing my cock,” insufferable asshole. You started to feel something. Not your body, but you. And then he opened his mouth. But at least it meant you weren’t falling. And you wouldn’t. Not with him.
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Cold Hands, Warm Hearts
Fandom: MCU Collection: Cedar Trees Characters/Pairings: King!Steve x Queen!Reader Word Count: 1.3k Summary: After a week of festivities celebrating the high winter holidays, you are traveling with your husband to the summer palace to retreat for a week just the two of you, to spend the Yule Week together.
Content Warnings: royal AU, some modest agoraphilia, vaginal fingering, cum eating, fluff because these two are over the moon for each other
Logistical Notes: This is the reveal for the other kink I teased in this ask @stargazingfangirl18... EVERYONE IGNORE THAT IT'S ONLY STILL NEW YEAR'S EVE IN LIKE HAWAII AT THIS POINT, OKAY? It still counts.
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You smile as Steve’s knees gently jostle against yours which are covered in your skirts and a warm blanket. The royal carriage was not quite built for his long legs, at least not like this. It wasn’t any problem when you sat together on the same side, but he’d insisted on sitting across from you. You had teased him that he would fall asleep on your journey, and he had maintained that he would not, but that sitting with his back to the front of the carriage would ensure that he wouldn’t fall asleep.
And yet he sat across from you, slightly slumped over, legs relaxed, very much sleeping.
It’s why you’d snuck a book inside your fur muff and only snuck it out when he’d finally succumbed to his exhaustion.
And so you were more than happy to see him resting. It’s mid-morning on New Year’s Eve, and you could hardly believe you were here. When he came to you a few weeks before with his proposed plan, you were a little surprised but incredibly pleased when he told you he wanted to retreat with you to the summer palace for a week for the new year. He worked sunup to sundown, tirelessly fulfilling his duties as the devoted king to his people that he was. They loved him for it, and so did you.
Although the royal carriage was well built and very sturdy, it was still a testament to how tired he was that he could sleep as it rolled along over the roads in the countryside, but ultimately a particularly rough patch of road jostles you both, and he jerks awake.
“Good morning again, my sleepy king.”
He frowns, but there’s only warmth in his blue eyes. “How long did you let me sleep when I did not wish to, my queen?”
You glance at your book and shrug a shoulder at him. “You know I do not mind; you deserve your rest.”
He takes a look at his pocket watch and complains, “An hour robbed of your company.”
You laugh, reach across for his hand, and tug on his arm to pull him over to sit next to you. “We get to have each other for an entire week,” you say, your easy smile splitting into an eager grin.
“And I look forward to every minute.” He presses his forehead against yours as he settles in next to you.
“You’re cold, my lord,” you fuss, and quickly lift the wool blanket to cover his lap as well.
He chuckles as you shift a little and place your fur muff between the two of you, grab his hands, and stuff them inside with yours. “I’m not that cold.”
You tsk at him, “There’s no need for you to be cold at all.”
“I suppose you are right,” he concedes. He leans in again and captures your lips in a kiss. “Not when I have you,” he murmurs against your lips. You melt into him, your lips part, and he teases his tongue inside.
You become lost in his kiss until he starts shifting, and his hand moves under the blanket, and you gasp he rucks up your skirt and petticoats until he can move his hand beneath the swaths of fabric to brush up your thigh and right to your center.
“Steve!” you protest in a dazed but shocked whisper. You press your thighs together. “We can’t!”
You can’t help but think of the coachman and the footman riding on the front of the carriage, and the six guards riding along behind.
“Oh, I believe you’ll find we can do all manner of things in here, my love,” he insists. With his hand still between your clenched thighs, he reclaims your lips and squeezes the tender flesh of your leg, easing you open again as he kisses you with such fervent passion you can’t help but surrender to him.
You whimper as his fingers slid along your folds, and you know he finds you’re growing wet for him already.
His other hand comes up to cup your cheek. “Keep your pretty sounds soft, my love, only for me.”
“Steve,” you whine.
He noses along your neck, but you know exactly the wicked grin he must have across his face.
“An hour of wasted time, neglecting my queen, I must make it up to you.”
You bite your lip when he inserts the first finger into your warm hole, and you clutch his arm – not wanting him to stop now but because you need to hold onto him. He pushes it slowly in and out of you a few times before adding a second finger. You cant your hips forward to give him a better angle. Steve keeps the slow pace, working up your wetness on his fingers.
“I want you dripping for me,” he whispers in your ear.
“Oh, God,” the soft plea tumbles out, and you drop your head back.
Steve presses hot kisses to your neck, but only briefly as it’s too much pleasure for you to keep quiet, and he chuckles as he quickly angles your head back to him with his free hand so he can smother your moans with his mouth. He curls his fingers up to find the spot you both love for him to stroke on the front of your walls, and he knows exactly when he’s found it as your body arches for him. He rubs there insistently, expertly, and your body starts to tighten the strings pulling toward your climax.
He doesn’t rush it, pushing you until you’re mewling into his mouth between demanding, hungry kisses. Then he presses his thumb to your pulsing clit, giving it ample pressure, circling, until the pleasure driving at the dual points knocks you over the edge into bliss, and you convulse against him, breaking away from his kiss so you can breathe.
Steve takes the pressure off your clit, but slowly keeps stroking your cunt as it clenches around his fingers, bringing you gently down through your climax.
“So beautiful, my love,” he speaks softly against your temple, pressing a kiss there.
You laugh softly, feeling the giddiness and satisfaction of the act the two of you just engaged in whilst traveling through the forest in your carriage. You know Steve was mindful of keeping what you were doing quiet enough to stay private, but the thought that you might have been overheard had been its own forbidden thrill.
You turn your body more toward him. “Steve, that was…” you let the words linger, and smile up at him.
“It was,” he says. He brings his fingers up to his lips and licks them thoroughly clean. You can only watch him, concentrating on taking deep, steady breaths.
You begin to reach for his waistline, but he grabs your hands in both of his. “Oh, no. I’m not confident we can keep any sounds I would make to a discreet level for anything you might have in mind.”
You laugh and feel your neck and cheeks heat in a mixture of desire and shock and a touch of flustering.
“Here,” he says, angling his body more toward you, then scoops up both your legs in the heap of skirt and petticoats, and pulls them over his lap. You help him by scooting closer, and he drapes one arm around your back. “Let me kiss my lovely wife a bit more, and we can talk a while before we get to the palace.”
“Sounds perfect, husband.”
He presses a tender kiss to your lips now, and you place a hand on his chest over his heart, looking forward to the week ahead, only the two of you, no engagements or responsibilities, only time together, and you could not be more happy and content.
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The Red Woods
Pairing: Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Summary: Steve tells you a story as he keeps you warm by the fire. Word Count: Over 2.7k Warnings: Implied sex, spooky story (violence), attempted scare, humor, Steve Rogers (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Fic #5 for Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense belongs to Lumberjack!Steve thanks to this poll winner. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so 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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The moon and stars lit up the night sky, beckoning you to go outside and bask in the beauty. Cold settled into your bones as you stepped outside and shivered. It was chillier than you expected and you debated going back into the comfort of the cabin. Steve had already started the bonfire nearby though and you knew the heat from the flames would warm you up.
So would your lumberjack.
Steve carried an extra load of wood from the shed as you walked toward the fire. He set up a spot for you to sit beside each other, but you had a feeling he'd have you in his lap as the night went on. He liked having your body close to his, whether it was after a long day of work or coming home after a mission. You enjoyed it, too, because he enveloped you with his love.
"Sorry, sweetheart," he said, catching the slight tremble in your body as you took a seat. "When I suggested the fire, I didn't think it would be this cold."
"It's okay," you assured him as he added another log to the fire. The rich and powerful scent from the smoke soothed you as you stared into the flames. "But what made you so adamant to have one tonight?"
"No particular reason," he replied casually, wiping his hands before he sat down beside you. It was a bit too casual, but the red and orange from the flames dancing along his face distracted you. The urge to reach up and touch his beard was strong. "Wasn't something I really got to do in the city."
Part of you would always love the city. So would Steve. There was always something to do and inspiration could be found around every corner. It didn't mean it was home though. It was a place to visit, to remember. Your place in the woods with each other was where you were meant to be.
And the love of your life provided plenty of inspiration if you ever needed it.
"I don't remember ever having a fire there," you said after thinking about it. There weren’t many places to have fires. Your old apartment didn’t even have a fireplace.
"Hardly ever saw the stars," he added.
You nodded a little, your fingers scratching along his chin. If your touch was too cold, he didn't make a big deal out of it. "I didn't really get to appreciate the stars from my old apartment either," you said, tilting your head to look up at the sky. "But out here? It's like they serenade us. It's a chorus that resonates with the moon until the sun comes up."
Steve wrapped an arm around you, allowing your body to heat up more. He was your own personal heater. "Even when you're not writing, your words are beautiful."
You couldn't blame the fire or his body for the heat that filled your face. His opinion on your writing meant the world to you. "You're just saying that to get in my pants," you teased.
He chuckled as his mouth moved close to your ear. "I already did that this morning," he whispered.
You exhaled, remembering the two of you tangled up in each other. Lazy, soft kisses and lingering touches as he made love to you. His large body pinning yours to the mattress, his hips thrusting in a slow rhythm like the gentle waves of an ocean. You nearly sobbed when you came, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he quickly followed.
You had lovers before Steve, but he taught you the true meaning of making love.
"And I'm sure you'll do it again before the sun comes up," you whispered.
"If I have my way," he said, pulling you closer. Your hand fell to his shirt, gripping the flannel. Your super soldier was insatiable some days, but you weren't going to complain when you both reaped the benefits of his appetite.
"It's too bad the gang isn't here. Otherwise we could tell spooky stories," you said. Maybe you could invite Bucky and Jewel over another night for dinner. It was nice that Steve had one of his best friends not too far away. Sam also didn’t mind making trips to visit.
"Well, you and I can still tell stories to pass the time," he said, kissing the top of your head. "How about I start? Even though I’m not the best storyteller."
“That’s a lie. You’re a great storyteller,” you said, lifting your head and seeing a hint of a blush in his cheeks. With his deep, commanding voice, the man could read the phone book to you and you'd listen. You teased at times that he could do a podcast if he wanted to. Or erotic recordings. "And I don't scare easily, but you can try."
You didn’t mind a healthy dose of fear now and again. It was natural and helpful in some situations. It was also fun and exciting in the right setting, like this.
"I'm sure you've heard all sorts of different stories about creatures and spirits who live in the woods," he began, which earned a nod from you. "Local legend says there's a spirit right here who controls part of the forest: The Lumberman."
"Wow. A lumberjack is telling a story about a lumberman? How original," you said, your deadpan expression dropping when he pinched your side. "Hey! I was kidding."
"Let me tell the story," he said, brushing his lips against the top of your head again as an apology. "They say long ago that a lumberman lived in the deepest part of the woods. He had no family or friends and mostly kept to himself. He only ventured into town to sell the wood he chopped down."
"A loner," you said, already invested.
"Yeah, he was. Not unfriendly. Just a quiet man. And all was well until a local woman went missing. The town searched everywhere for her and couldn't find her. It was like she vanished without a trace. Her family demanded answers, so people shifted the blame to him," Steve explained, a slight breeze rolling by.
You frowned as you listened. It was just a story, but you knew how dangerous mob mentality could be. "What happened?"
"A group of men confronted him in his home and demanded to know what he did with her body. He swore he didn't know what happened and that he would never hurt a soul, but they didn't listen. They were out for blood,” he said, sadly shaking his head. “When he still refused to admit to any wrongdoing, the men took turns hacking him up with one of his axes and burned his cabin to the ground. They even brought the axe back as some sort of trophy, stained with his blood."
"Jesus," you whispered, scooting a bit closer.
"It was only after they killed him did the girl show back up in town alive and well. Not a scratch on her. She had gone a couple towns over to meet up with some guy," he said, rubbing your arm.
"So they condemned an innocent man to death," you said.
"They did," he said, nodding toward the trees. "Most of the townspeople didn't venture to his part of the woods out of fear that his spirit would seek revenge. And they were right."
You raised an eyebrow and waited for him to continue.
"Over the years, hikers and locals who were brave enough to go on his old land went missing. Their bodies were never found, but people say you can hear their screams echo through the air if you get close enough,” he said, pausing to look around with a somber expression. "And that they became part of the trees."
Glancing around as well, it was difficult to make out the trees in the darkness. "They became part of the trees? How?"
"As you get closer to his land, you can see faces twisted in pain in the bark if you look closely enough. Some even say there’s blood in the sap and dripping from the branches. They even renamed that part of the forest the Red Woods since the paths have inexplicable red dirt, like blood had seeped into the soil," he said, lowering his voice as if to tell you a secret. "It’s like a warning to turn back."
"That is not why they call it the Red Woods," you argued, though you weren’t completely sure now. You actually had no idea why the area got that name.
"That’s how the story’s told."
"So an innocent man was hacked to pieces in his home," you said slowly. "And now he kills anyone who steps into his territory?"
"Condemned to a terrible fate. Just like he was," he said as simple as that. "And people still go missing to this day."
You smiled a bit. There was nothing at all uplifting or funny about the story, but Steve spoke with such seriousness that you almost believed the tale was real. "Okay, but why is he still haunting the woods? If it's revenge on the men who killed him or the townspeople in general, he wouldn’t go after random, innocent hikers."
Steve’s head tilted as he looked at you, something a bit more sinister in his gaze. "Isn’t it obvious? They took his axe. He’s waiting for someone to return it."
A heartbeat passed before you huffed. "Of course, he is. The axe that the men brought back as a trophy," you said, gesturing toward the toolshed. "It’s too bad you don’t have it. You could help put his soul to rest."
"What if I told you I do have it?" he asked.
Your heart rate increased before you huffed again. "You’re a great storyteller, but a terrible liar, Beefcake."
His eyes shot to yours, maintaining eye contact as he reached beside him. You raised an eyebrow when he held up an axe. You had to admit, you knew his tools well and that was one you didn’t recognize. "See? Still stained with blood," he told you, holding it closer to the fire so you could see the blade. "Should we go into the Red Woods and return it?"
You didn’t admit that your stomach turned a little as you brought your hands up and slowly clapped. "Bravo. You went all out for this story. And, no, I’m not going into the woods when it’s this cold out," you said before a snap from a twig nearby drew your attention, making you tense up. "What was that?"
"What was what?" he asked, setting the axe down.
"Oh, you had to have heard that. Your hearing is ten times better than mine," you argued, standing up and narrowing your eyes to try and see when you heard another twig snap. You froze before you began to giggle. "Okay, Bucky! Come on out! I know Steve put you up to this."
Steve jumped to his feet and pushed you behind him. He wouldn't let anything happen to you. "Buck isn’t here. He's at home with Jewel," he said in a hushed tone.
"Wait, you didn’t convince him to come out of the woods to try and scare me?" You asked, placing your hands on his back when he shook his head. "Okay. It’s probably just an animal then."
SNAP.
"I don’t think an animal did that," he whispered, guiding you toward the cabin. Maybe it wasn’t a joke after all. "I think we should-"
"Give…" you stopped at the sound of a demonic voice just beside the toolshed, your heart thumping. "Me…" a man stepped out of the darkness, dragging his left foot behind him. "My…" His decayed skin was caked with blood as he lifted a hand. "AXE!"
Your eyes widened before you snapped out of your stupor. "Oh, fuck this," you muttered, pulling away from Steve who called after you. Grabbing your shotgun from the porch, you brought it to your shoulder and cocked it. "I don’t have an axe, Lumberman, but I’ll shoot you in your fucking face if you take a step closer."
"Whoa!" Steve shouted, holding out his hand for the "zombie" to stop. "Don’t move. She’s serious!"
"Fuck," the zombie muttered, tapping the side of his neck. "Seriously? I really thought I’d get you," the demonic voice fading to a normal tone.
"CLINT?!" you guessed, lowering your gun. The former Hawkeye nodded. "What the hell are you doing?!"
"For the record, this wasn’t my idea," Steve said, an innocent look in his blue eyes. "And I told you she wouldn’t get scared. I don’t know why you insisted on this."
No wonder he wanted to have a fire tonight.
"Okay, okay. It was my idea. Everyone is off doing their own thing and I just wanted to have some fun," Clint explained, walking closer toward the fire as he began to peel the makeup away and toss it in to burn. "This didn’t work on Jewel either! She grabbed one of Bucky’s knives and almost stabbed me."
You laughed a little. No doubt Bucky was both proud of and scared for his girl for that move. "Maybe because, I don’t know, in the story Steve told the Lumberman was hacked to pieces and you’re clearly not. There was also no indication that the Lumberman could leave his territory. Everyone went missing on his land. So why would he be here?"
Clint exchanged a look with Steve. "She has a point," your husband said.
These men are defenders of the universe.
"Yeah, okay. Thanks for that," you said, putting the gun back where it belonged. "I have to ask though, why prank me? And why prank Jewel?"
Clint shifted a bit on his feet. "So the guys could be heroes? But seeing as how you grabbed a gun and Jewel grabbed a knife, I think you two are good."
You had to smile as you turned your attention back to Steve. "You wanted to be my hero and protect me from a zombie?"
With a sheepish smile, Steve nodded and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, I did," he said in a small voice. "It’s stupid, right?"
Your man, a true hero who saved hundreds of lives, simply wanted to protect you from anything bad. You never loved him more. "It’s not stupid. I think it's kind of sweet," you assured him. "Clint, please, put out the fire and get the hell out of here. Steve, get inside so we can have sex and get warm."
Clint coughed into his hand. "Can I at least get a coffee before I go? I was out there for a while and it’s a little chilly."
Steve ignored his friend as he gave you a smile. "You’re really going to sleep with me after we tried to prank you?" he asked, looking at his feet for a split second. "And you know I’d never want to scare you, right?"
"Yeah, I’m really going to sleep with you. And I know the last thing you’d ever want to do is frighten me. All you want to do is protect me," you smiled. You weren’t going to deny yourself pleasure, especially since you were starting to get cold again. "But for the record, this is pity sex for failing your prank and not grabbing the gun first," you added, giggling when he took two large steps toward you.
Clint stared after you as Steve grabbed and pulled you toward him, fastening his mouth to yours. "So, is that a no on the coffee?"
Your friend eventually got his coffee before he went on his way. After Steve thoroughly wore you out, he promised to stick to cuddling in front of a fire moving forward. Making love in front of a fire was also on the table, whether it was in front of the fireplace or outside under the stars. Though he never did tell you where he got that axe or why it really looked like it was stained with blood.
But maybe you could convince Clint to take that axe into the Red Woods and show Steve how to really scare someone.
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Game Day
Pairing: NHL!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1.9k
Warnings: fluff
Summary: You're a nanny for a famous NHL star player whom you have a major crush on. You take his son to one of his games, which he loves, but it's revealed later on that Steve wasn't playing for his son... he was playing for you.
Squares Filled: engagement (2021) for @avengersbingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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You’ve been sitting in the driveway for five minutes just contemplating whether or not you should go inside the house. This is your job. You shouldn’t be nervous. You’ve been coming here for two years. Should you look for a new job? Would that make things better? With a shake of your head, you get out of your car and head up the porch steps to the house.
You don’t even have to knock. Steve knows you’re coming over.
“Steve? I’m here,” you announce as you enter.
Steve doesn’t come down right away and you breathe a sigh of relief. You’ve had a major crush on him since you started working for him, but you’re his kid’s nanny. You can’t do anything with him anyway. Instead of facing your feelings, you push them down in hopes you can survive another day. It sucks because you love babysitting his son, Jasper. He’s such a sweet boy and has grown into a very energetic kid. You’ve been with Steve and Jasper since Jasper was born after Steve’s wife left him.
“Y/N!” Jasper squeals when he sees you.
Jasper runs over to you on little legs, and you scoop him up when he gets to you.
“Hi, Jasper! I’ve missed you so much!”
“I miss you!” he grins and hugs you tightly.
Steve comes jogging down the stairs to the left of you and your mouth immediately goes dry at his outfit. He is on the New York Rangers NHL team so he’s dressed in skin-tight clothing that will go under his official uniform. However, the skin-tight spandex stretches over his chest so deliciously that it’s taking everything in you not to set Jasper down and feel his bulging muscles. He has a game he needs to get going to so he asked you to babysit last minute. His sister was going to take him but she backed out at the last second due to medical reasons.
“Thank you for coming on such short notice,” he says.
You put Jasper down and he runs off presumably to get something for you.
“It’s no problem. I love being here.”
“Well, you know my schedule and everything about Jasper. I won’t have my phone on me so if you need anything, call Bucky. I asked him to be on call if anything happens.”
“Steve, don’t worry about any of this. I got this.”
“You’re the best.” He brings you in for a hug which causes you to stiffen up. His clothes don’t do a good job of hiding how strong he is. He is built like a monster even though he is one of the sweetest men you’ve ever known. “Oh, I’ll be home late. The team will probably want to hang out afterward, win or lose.”
“You guys are going to win,” you smile and pull away from him, “but I don’t mind staying a bit later. Be careful, it’s snowing a lot.”
“Nice to know you worry about me,” he winks.
Just like that, he’s gone. You let out the breath you’ve wanted to let out since seeing Steve in his uniform. Jasper comes back with a picture he was coloring shortly before you got here.
“Alright, Jas, what do you say? Want to surprise Daddy at work?”
“Yeah!” he giggles.
“Okay, let’s get ready.”
You were planning on going to the game with tickets you bought yourself, but what better way for Jasper to show his support than to be there for one of his dad’s games? Steve knows you love going to his games so he’s reserved seats for you if you ever wanted to go. It doesn’t matter if you go or not, those seats will always be available to you for every single game he plays.
You and Jasper get ready before getting into the car, and you make the careful yet short long ride to the stadium he’s playing in. The snow is coming down but not hard enough to keep people off the roads. Luckily, you’ve lived in New York all your life so you can navigate a few icy roads.
When you pay for parking, you two head inside and find your seats quickly. They are some of the best seats in the house, right in front. There is a small ledge between the glass and the wall that someone can stand on if they’re small enough. Jasper is only two, so his small feet fit perfectly on the ledge. You allow him to stand there while holding his legs so he doesn’t fall over.
Steve and his team skate onto the ice, and Jasper gets so excited that he starts doing a little dance and clapping his hands. Damn, he looks so good in his hockey uniform. He doesn’t have his helmet on yet since the game hasn’t started.
“Daddy!” he grins and taps on the glass with his tiny hands.
Steve skates around to get used to the feel of the ice beneath him. He looks at the audience in curiosity when his eyes lock on yours from across the rink. A smile breaks out on his face but he keeps himself from skating over to you. He waves at Jasper who waves back and you almost melt at how cute their relationship is.
The game is about to start but he is going to do his best to make every shot knowing you’re out there watching him.
The game starts off without a hitch, and you sit on the edge of your seat hoping Steve’s team wins. It’s neck and neck until the ref calls for a timeout to settle a disagreement on the points the Rangers just scored. Steve takes this moment to skate over to you and Jasper while taking his helmet off. He puckers his lips which means he wants a kiss from Jasper, and the small child kisses the glass since that’s the best he can do. Steve kisses the glass right over his son’s before winking at you.
It’s the smile combined with the wink that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. Why did he wink at you? Was he hinting at something more? Was it just friendly? He’s sending you mixed signals that are making you confused, but the last thing you’re going to do is ruin it and confront him about it.
The rest of the game went really well for the Rangers, and they won 38-30 just as the buzzer sounded off. Everyone who is in the stands are Rangers fans, so almost everyone cheers for that team. Steve and his team had to get off the ice fairly quickly and into the locker rooms so you didn’t have time to catch him after the game. Plus, he did say that he and his team are going to hang out afterward, win or lose, so it’s time to pack up and get back home.
“Alright, did you like that game?” you ask Jasper when you walk into the house.
“Yeah! Daddy was awesome!”
“Yeah, he was,” you grin. “I’m glad you had a good time but it’s nearly bedtime. I’ll read you your favorite story.”
“Okay!”
“Go brush your teeth and I’ll be right there.”
He runs off to his room while you grab a boxed dinner from the freezer. It has to microwave for ten minutes so you pop that into the microwave and heat it before going to Jasper’s room. He’s not a fan of brushing his teeth at night which is why it only took him thirty seconds to do it, but you’re working on getting him to do it longer.
Storytime only takes six minutes because Jasper is wiped out by today’s events. He didn’t do a lot of running around but he did do a lot of cheering and eating stadium foods. Bedtime has always been easy for Jasper, which you are grateful for.
By the time you got changed into comfier clothes, your dinner was done. For the next two hours, you eat dinner, drink some wine that Steve bought specially for you, and watch one of your favorite TV shows that you’ve seen a million times.
You don’t even realize you fell asleep until Steve got home two hours after that. He shakes off the snow from his jacket before hanging it up and finds you sleeping on the couch with the TV on low volume. Your half-eaten meal and empty wine glass sit on the coffee table, and he lets you sleep a little while longer as he cleans up your mess quietly.
“Doll, wake up,” he whispers and moves some hair away from your face. 
You jerk awake but calm immediately when you see it’s Steve. You look at the time and almost curse because it’s so late. You weren’t meant to fall asleep but you had an extra glass of wine that put you right out.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“I don’t mind. I only woke you up because you can sleep on something much more comfortable than this couch.”
“No, I should just go home. It’s pretty late.”
You get up and stretch, and Steve can’t help but look at the patch of skin that shows when your shirt rides up slightly.
“Y/N, it’s snowing pretty bad out there. I had a hard time seeing the road while coming back. Just sleep in my guest room. Honestly, it’s not a problem.”
You should have said no. You should have insisted on going home, but you didn't. Instead, you nod in agreement and follow him to the guest room. You have kept some of your clothes in here from when you had to stay the night previously, so you use those for tonight. After brushing your teeth and doing half of your skin-care routine, you get into bed. Snow isn’t as loud as rain when it hits the window, but you can see it through the shadows and patches of moonlight outside.
It’s hard to fall asleep knowing Steve is only a few doors down from you. Suddenly, there is a knock on the door and you know Jasper didn’t do that. You get out of bed and tread through the darkness to the door. Steve is standing outside fiddling with his hands. There is enough moonlight to light up his face so you don’t bother putting the lights on.
“Is everything okay with Jasper?”
��Yeah, he’s okay. He’s sleeping. I just didn’t thank you for bringing him to the game today.”
“I was already planning on going and figured what harm could it do to bring him along? He had a lot of fun, and he loved seeing you on the rink. You played really well.”
“Yeah, I had someone I needed to impress out there.”
Your heart beats faster at his words but you try to keep the conversation neutral.
“Well, your son was very impressed by you.”
Steve raises his arms to lean them against the frame of the door and moves a bit closer to you. Even in the darkness, you can see how blue his eyes are.
“That’s not who I was trying to impress.” You don’t think you can say anything to him even if you want to. What would you even say? He leans in closer until there is only a few inches between you. “Were you impressed by me?”
“What are you doing?” you whisper.
“If you tell me you’re impressed, I’m about to kiss you. So, were you impressed?”
“Maybe a little,” you tease.
He leans in the rest of the way and kisses you, and just like that, everything between you two changes. He only kisses you that night but makes it a point to do so after every game he plays for the rest of the season. Even when the season is over and done with, he still kisses you as if you’re the only woman that matters to him… and you are.
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Lookin for a Hero
Part Two
Summary: Living with your new stepdad is beginning to get to you, so you have ways to deal with the…ache. But when a particular stranger comes along, offering you a place of refuge for a night, he comes with a couple of surprises…
Relationship: stepdad’s best friend!Bucky Barnes x black!YA!reader x stepdad!Steve Rogers
Warnings: graphic language, stepdad/stepdaughter relations, age gap, alcohol consumption, teasing, smut, sharing/tag team, threesome, unprotected sex, male masturbation, smut cliffhanger, 18+
A/N: this idea has been sitting on my list for a while so I decided to ride the inspo to see where it would take me. OOPS! Looks like there’s going to be a part two…cuz I feel like being evil 😈 shoutout my mans Prince for that line at the end 🙃😏😘
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Lately, you were feeling weird about coming home on the weekends to visit. Home life had changed and you had a hard time adjusting. Steve had moved in with your mom and although they’d been together for a while now, something about him being in the house was just…off-putting. There was nothing wrong with him; he was really good to your mom and maybe…on occasion…a little too good to you. In the past, you didn’t mind the minor flirting; maybe Steve was just being a nice guy but now when you come visit, you’ve been catching him…lingering. Especially when your mom wasn’t around. Stare, bite and lick his plump bottom lip at you, fine, but then he started to spend more time getting to know you. Alone, late at night, sometimes with a couple of beers. Vibes were constantly weird between you guys…and you didn’t want to disrespect your mom but if Steve didn’t chill, you might do something about his subtle advances.
To avoid his heat, you’d go out with a couple of friends who still lived in town, and drunkenly take your sexual frustrations out on total strangers. Something to get take edge off. Sometimes Steve would get you so worked up just by sitting all close, silently breathing down your neck. All it took. His angered silent treatment was just as hot. He hated when you’d come home all fucked up, reeking of alcohol and some guy’s shitty cologne. Reprimanding you with that grueling Captain America glare as he’d drag you to your room before your mom busted you. Then not speaking to you until you came strutting by in something to catch his eye. Although the game was only played a few times a month, you and Steve were pretty much addicted to the chase.
It’s a good night out with your homies, tossing back tequila shots and catching up about life. You had a fantastic buzz going, scanning the bar for your a new prospect. Tonight, dude’s gotta be smokin to curb your Steve fever he ran you so fuckin hot before you left the house.
“What kind of top is this?” He asked in a hush, tugging on your tattered tank top as he pushed you into the front door. “Barely covers your tits.” Gazing down at your cleavage Steve grazed his hard on across your warm crotch with a nasty smirk, tempted to grope your heaving breast but his massive hand just hovered there.
“Kinda the point Steve.” You stared at his hand, waiting for him to make a move but after a minute of nothing you scoffed a laugh and pushed him off you. “Don’t wait up…pop.”
He was getting bolder, a lot more brazen with his intentions, which made living with him lately a little dangerous. Hence why tonight, your next victim needs to be just as big and fine as your asshole stepdad who won’t let up. But no one’s caught your eye just yet so you order you and friends another round. And another round. Aaand another round until it’s late and everyone’s drunk ready to call it. Not you, because you know who’s waiting for you at home. You’re lowkey begging them not to go just yet, just one more, but they head for the exit with sincerest apologies.
Pouting to yourself, you debate your next move. Go home drunk to Steve and possibly fuck him under your mom’s nose? Or call up one of your repeats to handle your needs? Either way you need to book a ride out of here soon.
“Oh hold on there hun.” Some random guy catches you stumbling up out of your chair. “You’re ok. I got you…”
Something familiar about his voice, his smell as you turn your chin up to see if you recognize this man helping you out the door.
“Who…?” Your visions blurry but his vivid steel blue eyes stand out, his cool gaze curtained by his long brown hair. “Do I know…?”
He smiles, answering your question with a vague, “just a nice guy.”
You blow a noisy wet raspberry through your puckered lips, waving a flimsy hand. “No such thing.”
He chuckles at your drunken stupor, helping you get into the passenger seat of his truck. It’d be best to get you home but he was told to hold on to you for a while. Once he’s got you buckled in, he pulls out his phone to text:
Got her she’s good…drunk but good…
“Trust me.” He hops into the drivers seat with a wink, dropping his phone into an empty cup holder.
“Says the strange man who just put me in his truck. No name. Nothin.” It’s not like you put up much of a fight but…just sayin…only so much blind trust drunk you can give. His truck comes on with a deafening roar.
“Alright. I’m a friend.”
Another vague answer. “Of whose exactly?” You space out the window, gazing up at the stars with droopy lids. They dazzle like your mysterious stranger’s, imagining his pretty eyes peering into your soul like from earlier. Slipping into an intoxicating fantasy with a weighted sigh you hear him faintly mention over the image of him crawling up your squirming body,
“Guess you’d refer to me a friend of your stepdad…”
Wait, what?! Your daydream dissolves away as you come back down to earth, snapping your neck back over your shoulder.
“Oh fuck. Steve? You—you know Steve?” You blink, not expecting that. “Yeah, uh, Steve’s my—he’s my—married to my—fuck!” That’s when it dawns on you, who he is, how you fuckin know him! Gawking at him with your jaw dropped as he just chuckles at you. “Oh! Bucky! Oh hell you’re Bucky!” You’d seen pictures, heard stories but never actually met him damn. Now you’re really freaked, afraid that he’ll snitch on you. “Oh god…don’t. Don’t tell Steve ok he’ll go ballistic! He hates when I go home drunk with random dudes.” You beg clutching onto his giant bicep. “But—but you’re not a random dude you’re like his best friend! Oh god please Bucky.”
Bucky’s phone quietly vibrates in the console as you beg for his secrecy. A text from Steve illuminates his screen.
“Relax, relax hun I won’t say a word.” He lies through a toothy smile, patting your stressed hand as you sit back.
“Dude thank you.” You rest your hand over your racing heart with a sigh. “Can you not take me home? I really don’t want to hear his lecture…” or feel the weight of unbearable sexual tension in your chest as Steve growls, pinning you down to your bed. You gulp a desperate knot as a chill scatters down your spine. It’s for the best.
“Sure, we can go back to mine.” Bucky pleasantly hums to himself gripping the steering wheel. “Have a drink, get to know one other.”
Sounds perfect. You drop your coy gaze down his rugged profile, and assess the grown man sitting beside you. Bucky could do. Sure he’s Steve’s bestie, a little too close to home, but you’re picking up the same weird vibes off him that you do when you’re home alone with your stepdad. At least with him, you could get away with fuckin him guilt free. Tell Steve you didn’t know who he was until after the fact. You were so drunk anyway.
Come to my place…
“How come I’ve never met you before?”
Drink in hand, you trip over your feet as you take a round about his room, enjoying the heat of sultry glare following you.
“Not around a whole lot.” Bucky simply explains. “But Steve speaks…highly…of you.”
“Oh?” He catches you by surprise, abruptly turning your head. “Does he now?”
“Of course.” Bucky purrs, drinks, “so beautiful, so smart. Stubborn…but sweet.”
Eyes locked he carefully watches you strut over to him on the couch, sensually licking the whisky off his bottom lip. Dropping his knees even further apart, inviting you into his space with a sexy grin.
“Is that all?” You ask into your glass tossing back the rest of your drink, sitting it down before you take your time falling to your hands and knees. His stormy grey eyes are so vivid they’re damn near hypnotic and with each devious step you take, the further you lose yourself in his darkening glint.
Of course he’s said more but all of that will come to light with time. Bucky slowly draws up off the back of the couch and rests his elbows on his thighs, leaning over to meet you face to face.
“Isn’t that enough?” He asks softly, nudging your chin with his warm knuckle. “Trouble at home hun?”
You flinch a confused frown and reach for his pouty lips, relishing in his warm huffs of breath. “Nothing I can’t handle.”
Did he know? Would Steve confess his burdens to him like that? You can’t tell him you didn’t want to start any drama.
“Then why are you here?” A shaky sigh leaves your parted lips. Bucky affectionately brushes the tip of your nose with his, tipping your chin higher to be a little closer. Stray strands of his soft hair curtains his wrinkled eyes tickle your burning skin. His stubble prickling at your trembling chin. Gasping hard, you’re dying to be kissed but Bucky holds you still. “Lookin for a hero?”
“Something like that.” you pant, swallow a tiny whimper, sinking deeper into his steamy murky eyes. “Need a little help.”
Clenching his thighs you shove yourself off your knees and straddle him, pushing him back into cushions with a mischievous smirk. With both hands, Bucky palms your rocking ass with a mild groan, gripping you with a bite of his bottom lip. Batting his lashes up at you faintly gasping as you wind your hips over his hard on, cradling his scruffy jawline. Him now mesmerized by your beautiful seductive eyes, your devilish smile twitching with every circle of your waist.
“How…” he lowly growls with a roll of his neck, bucking off the seat, tugging you harder onto his hot lap.
“Fuck me Bucky.” you beg of him unbuckling his belt. Fuck Steve out of your system, you almost cried ripping his pants button and fly open. “Help me forget.”
Bucky inhales a harsh, raspy gasp as you fist his dick, tenderly pulling him out and immediately jerking him off. He sounds so good squirming underneath you you moan along with him, rolling the pad of your thumb around his dripping slit. Folds tingling and damp in your skin tight jeans dying to be touched. Your free hand cups his flushed cheek, admiring his dropped jaw, his pinched brow as he calls out to you.
“Oh shit hun…shit…”
Resting his head back with droopy lids Bucky let’s you take him, fixated on your fist attentively stroking his veiny girth.
“Fuck you’re so big.” So big your mouth waters as you join in watching his dick throb between your tight fingers. Opening your mouth over his lap, you dangle your tongue out and drool all down its head and your boney knuckles gliding over his taught skin.
“Awwwwfuuuuck.” Bucky chokes on an erotic groan, rolling his eyes into the back of his skull.
“Dunno if I can take all of you,” you whisper against his lips, stroking him faster, harder, kissing back all his longing groans, “might be too much.”
Shit he wouldn’t have guessed that this kind of girl was inside you when talkin to Steve. Damn near cock starved and it had to be all his fault. All his ruthless teasing had you wild out in these streets. Looks like Steve had a right to be worried…and he really needs to put you down soon. As for now though, Bucky will take care of that for him. He soothes his gloved hand around to your front, pinching the button a loose.
“Mmm let’s fuckin find out.”
Bucky damn near rips your skinny jeans off you, forcing you to stand so he can tear them down to your ankles as you breathlessly yank off your shirt. Tossing it across the room before you’re pulling at the collar of his shirt, anxiously clawing it up his back until you reveal him totally ripped, and heaving. His giant vibranium arm glistening in the low light. You can’t help but trace your fingers down the cool metal, wander at him with bated breaths. As you marvel, Bucky takes you by the hips and jerks you back on top of him.
“Like what you see hun?” He comments about your gaping with a smirk, easing you towards his rigid cock thrilled to be near your fluttering folds.
Nodding urgently you bite back a moan, the tip of his dick traces up and down your slit. He’s hotter than Steve. Fuck, you want him to be hotter than Steve but really you can’t tell who’s. Something about them both…you can’t explain it but they both had you stuck.
“Oh my god!” You gasp clutching the back of the couch as Bucky busts through and just the tip has you gushing. “Oh god you’re so fuckin hot Bucky!”
The more he fills your rippling walls, the wetter you get and within a snap, he’s filled you to the brim with a surprised gasp. Sloppily kissing up and down your neck Bucky’s so proud of you.
“There you go hun, yeah baby,” he congratulates in a hush, nipping at your skin as he slightly pumps you. “Feels good doesn’t it…”
You fist and pull his hair, every inch of you on fire. “So fuckin good!” You scratch his scalp as he rocks your hips back and forth for you. “Oh fuck use me. Use me Bucky please.”
Those words you fantasized about using on Steve. God most nights when you came home drunk that’s what you wanted. For Steve to take you, fuck you senseless. Forcing you to be quiet with his massive hand over your wailing mouth so you won’t wake your mom. Fuck what you wouldn’t do for his dick to be inside you just once, fucking you with finesse like his best friend here.
“Jesus Christ!” You shiver as Bucky pops his hips into your creamy pussy.
“Don’t think about him.” Bucky grumbles grabbing you by the back of your neck, pulling you in for a hard passionate kiss. Him? How does he know… “I’m fucking you. Not Steve.” He picks up the pace, hissing at your puckered lips.
“What-” You try to ask but you’re distracted by Bucky playing at your clit. Distracted by a familiar voice coming through the door.
“Not much longer.”
Whipping your head around with a dropped jaw you find Steve coming towards you and Bucky with a sick grin, unbuttoning his shirt and stepping out his shoes.
“FUCK! Steve! Oh my god!” You whimper at Bucky biting and sucking at your nipple, distracting you again from your confusion. His tongue feels insane swirling and tugging around your sensitive nub you fail to notice Steve, buck naked, standing at your side, cradling the back of your head with a soft smile.
“Relax baby girl…” He guides his fingertips over your dry parted lips, slipping them in one by one over your wiggling tongue. “Not mad…just wanna fuck the taste out of your mouth.”
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theycallmebecca · 5 months
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Chris or steve rogers talk to their future baby’s future while his preg wife, reader was tucked to sleep
Since the prompts were meant to be fluffy fall/halloween prompts, I had to spin this a little to make it work, but I hope you like it nonny.
Title: Late Night Convos
Pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader
Rating: PG
Warnings: pregnancy
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The bedroom was dark when Steve came in and quietly got ready for bed.
You'd gone to bed hours ago and were seemingly sound asleep or as soundly as you could be at 7 months pregnant.
Climbing into bed, Steve laid his head back and stared up at the ceiling, still not tired enough to sleep.
Reaching over, he placed his hand on your swollen stomach and smiled when the baby kicked at his hand. He or she was clearly awake for a conversation.
"Steve," you mumbled in your sleep.
"Sorry," he said, guilty.
"S'ok," you replied, moving your hand so it was on top of his. "You can talk to the baby."
"I'll be quiet," he promised. Then he pushed the blankets aside and repositioned himself so his head was by your belly.
He spoke so softly and so closely to your belly that while you couldn't hear what he was saying, you could feel the vibrations on your skin.
You strained you ears to make out the conversation but only heard the word 'pumpkin'.
"What are you talking about?" you asked.
"We're discussing future Halloween costumes," Steve replied. "I promised to not let you dress our baby up like a pumpkin."
"What? Why?"
"Why were we discussing Halloween costumes or why not a pumpkin?" Steve asked. He kissed your belly and then returned to the top of the bed.
"Both?" you asked, tired and confused.
"Because your belly reminded me of a pumpkin and everyone dresses their babies as pumpkins," Steve replied with a shrug.
You blinked at him, unsure how to even respond to that.
"Go back to sleep," Steve said with a smile. "And if you really want to dress the baby as a pumpkin, I won't stop you."
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Greek Tragedy
A/N: I got this idea today and spent hours just writing this. Frat boy Steve is just such an interesting character and honestly, I think I might do more one-shot, small stories with him depending on the reception of this story. Hope you guys enjoy! Pairing: Frat!Steve Rogers x F!Reader Word count: 6,017 words Warnings: Groping/sexual assault (big trigger), swearing, mentions of hazing, alcohol
Summary: Steve's fraternity takes everything seriously (as they should). They don't mess around with anything happening to any girl on their watch. But what happens when a girl in a sorority they're close with, who happens to be the one Steve watches over, finds herself in an extremely drastic, upsetting situation?
Steve didn’t really want to be here. But he also understood the deeper importance of this whole operation set up by a group under risk management. No one here wanted any girl to get hurt, let alone one in the sorority they happened to partner with the most. A girl getting hurt at the frat party they hosted because there weren’t more precautions was Greek life suicide. It was practically a frat digging their own hole, six feet deep.
“Rogers you’re on-“
“Y/N.” He finished before Sam could finish his own sentence. It was the same girl for every event, something that he had grown fond of the more he had gotten to know you. Not that you really needed him, the feisty little thing you were. Most of the time when a “problem” came up (AKA a random guy harassing you) you stood up for yourself with ease. Quick remarks and a heavily judgmental face were all you needed to fend off most guys.
His fondness of you would have not been known, however, if it wasn’t for Bucky in the corner with a smirk on his face staring at Steve, and in return guys around him catching on with small smiles at Steve. He really had to hold back a eye roll, knowing that would only entertain them more.
“Again, if you need to go do something where you can’t see the girl you’re assigned to, you ask another brother. Got it?” Everyone replied with a simple “got it” somewhat out of sequence. “Now don’t fuck up tonight. Some of you have gotten way too close to losing a girl. Don’t let it happen.” Everyone nodded. “Meeting adjourned.”
Steve got up similarly with Sam, gathering up the papers that outlined this meeting. Bucky made his way over, filing through the various guys either talking, heading towards the door, or up to their rooms. Despite the whole idea of “brotherhood” no one ever thought of helping Sam and Steve clean up after these, excluding Bucky. “You guys ready for tonight?” Bucky asked. Sam was quick to speak up.
“Never.” He replied, “I swear if I see one more drunk girl on our porch sobbing over her ex-boyfriend I’m going to resign.” Steve chuckled. “Hey, don’t be laughing when you always get the easy one to deal with.”
“Yeah, Y/N actually helps those girls. Makes our lives easier.”
Steve could recall many times you happened to be at their parties, walking outside to get a breath of fresh air. You were always overwhelmingly kind to the pledges they had on “this door is not an entrance duty”, sometimes even aiding them in telling guys to fuck off. Then you would inevitably see a girl on the ground crying her heart out, and not only offer your time but usually your lap to let her cry into. Steve recalls one time when you actually got thrown up on by another one of your sorority sisters who was going through an awful breakup with a guy who didn’t deserve to see the light of day after all the shit he pulled on her. That ended with you in his room with a pair of his sweatpants and one of his t-shirts on.
“Thanks again, Steve.” You said with a smile so big it gave away any indication of soberness. “These sweatpants are very comfy.” He smiled softly back at you.
“Any time.” He replied, “I wasn’t gonna have you walking around in those clothes.” You nodded at him.
“Could I stay up here for another minute or two?” You asked, “I don’t mean to intrude but I’m kinda overwhelmed with downstairs-“ He nodded before you could even finish your sentence. His room happened to be incredibly well kept for a frat guy, especially since it actually smelled decent. A made bed, clean desk, the only clutter were the piles of text books stacked in a corner and a couple different papers here and there.
“Of course.” He replied quickly. You nodded back, “Do you need water or anything?”
“A water would be great actually if you wouldn’t mind.”
“Of course not,” He smiled, “I’ll be right back, stay put sweetheart.”
It was the sweetheart that really took your breath away. I mean, Steve had always been the type that was just pure eye candy. Every girl left and right at least acknowledged that they would like to have something with him through small moments when their eyes laser-focused on him. Some even being drawn closer to where he stood, typically near a wall talking to Bucky or Sam with a drink in his hand. But here he was acknowledging some form of admiration towards little old you. The girl who was found at parties and was secretly looking at guys, but was too busy with her friends to realize it wasn’t that they didn’t like her back, she just never gave any signals.
That night ended up with the two of you staying in his room and talking until the early morning hours when you finally declared that you needed to go back to your apartment, especially while your roommates were flooding your phone with every form of communication to make sure you were okay. Steve was quick to order you a car and pay for it, even after offering to have you stay in his bed and he would take the couch. But you were sobering up and knew going home was a better option. Sleeping in the bed of the guy you happened to really like was enticing, but far too quick for you.
“How many guys do we think we’ll let in tonight?” Bucky asked. He happened to pretty consistently be on entrance duty, considering he could quickly put on a harsh and powering demeanor to tell guys to leave and never come back if he needed to.
“Hopefully not many,” Sam replied with a sigh, “Let in any guy that you know, and depending on how many girls we have, let in a couple more. But you already know the ratio.” “75 to 25.” Bucky smiled a bit, leaning against the doorframe to the chapter room.
Steve was placing the final folding chairs in the closet of the room, the key in his pocket ready to lock up. “You sure you doing alright?” He heard Bucky come up behind him. It just happened that Bucky knew Steve better than he knew himself at times, a blessing and curse the two of them had learned to live with through their years together.
“Yeah.” Steve nodded, grabbing the key from his pocket and turning it in the lock. Giving it one solid pull and the door not budging, Steve placed the key back in his pocket and began walking towards the stairs, Bucky right next to him.
“Ya sure? You seem a little nervous.” Steve held back a scoff that would have worked on anyone else, but not Bucky.
“Not sure nervous is the right word.” Steve countered, checking the time quickly on his watch. Two hours til doors opened.
“About Y/N?” Bucky asked. Steve sighed.
“She’s-“ He began, stopping himself as his thoughts were running in all different directions. “Buck, you know I’m not good with women.”
“Yeah, and you’re into a girl who doesn’t think she’s good with men.” He softly chuckled, Steve scrunching his eyebrows. “Trust me, I’ve talked to enough of the girls when they’re drunk and I’ve heard all about her drunk thoughts. She has no confidence with men.”
“She’s stunning.”
“I know, but women get called ugly once and it’s all over, man.” Bucky explained as the two began to head up the stairs, “Just be genuine, not over pushy, just nice and respectful. She thinks any attractive guy that talks to her is doing it as a joke.”
“She seems so confident.”
“She is until it comes to men.” Bucky said, “Trust me on this, I’ve had three different drunk girls in that sorority tell me the same thing. But they’ve also told me she’s super into you. Take that for what you will.” He left down the hall towards his own room with a smile.
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Steve had his eyes on you from the moment you walked in. Fashionably late as always, and clearly having pregamed a decent bit, or else you wouldn’t be dancing so freely and up against a friend like no one was watching. He was hoping no one was, but him.
That damn tight crop top really pushed your breasts up to a point where he questioned if one wrong move would even hold them in. And the tight shorts that shaped your figure perfectly left just enough distance covered on your upper things to wonder how they looked underneath. Your makeup was consistent and natural, except for your eyeshadow which you always put glitter on. By the end of the night your mascara would be smudged and lipstick nonexistent, and even then you made that look curated and like you were made for it.
“You gonna go talk to her or keep staring?” Sam came up with a smile, drunkenly dancing his way through the crowd. For a fraternity president, he was oddly charismatic to everyone and hadn’t established a superiority complex over the title. Steve gave him an eyeing glance.
“Letting her have her fun.” He justified.
“Hm.” Sam questioningly asked looking back at her, drawing Steve’s attention back to you as well. There was a guy clearly trying to dance with you, nearing a desperate level. You didn’t really notice until he got a little too close, which resulted in him getting a really passive aggressive look from you of pure silent judgement that was borderline screaming at him. Steve let it be. If he touched you, then it would be a problem. But Steve knew you could handle yourself, very well actually.
Sam trusted Steve, more than any other guy here. Even Bucky, who would occasionally let his guard down if a pretty enough girl came up to him. But Steve- he would completely ignore the prettiest girl in the world if it meant someone else was in trouble.
You weren’t really sure which drink you were on, but at this point you didn’t really care. The mediocre tasting seltzer in your hand had the after taste of gasoline, but it was making you feel even better than before, which was enough justification for your already intoxicated mind and body to keep drinking them. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Steve against one of the walls talking to Sam. You turned more towards that way to observe them. Steve’s tight dark blue shirt and jeans were making your mind react in only instinctual ways. A blush crept on your face making it even more red on top of your makeup and the heat from dancing shoulder to shoulder with other people. Your thighs tightened together as you bit the inside of your cheek.
But Steve Rogers was way out of your league. Whether you were drunk or sober, you knew you were simply not pretty enough to get him. Well, that’s at least what your mind was convincing you. All your friends always gawked over how gorgeous you were, and how you could pull him. But the ghost of ugly girls pasts kept you from advancing in the realm of Steve Rogers and stayed at bay with the weird barely friendship you two had established.
Besides, most guys just wanted to fuck you once and leave. Not that Steve seemed the type to do that, but you couldn’t tell nowadays with the number of guys who had said no to you after disclosing you wanted more than just sex.
“Babe!” You heard one of your friends shouting over the music. You turned to her, “Let’s get another drink!” Pulled out of your trance you nodded, grabbing her hand and weaving your way through the crevices between sweaty bodies dancing like no one was around them. You patiently waited in the line for the bar still swaying your hips back and forth to the fading music, mouthing the words you knew in the song.
A hand on your shoulder pulled you away from the mind-lifting music and into a face-to-face situation with a guy you had already dealt with tonight. Clearly, your glaring at him wasn’t enough for him to acknowledge that you had no interest in him. “What do you want?” You asked with an annoyed expression, your tone of voice accenting that.
“Damn, why are you being so mean?” He asked, “I’m just interested in you, why’re you in such a bad mood, baby?” You got a large amount of ick from the conversation alone, but the detail of ‘baby’ only set your annoyance off even more. “I don’t owe it to be nice to a guy I’ve never met,” You explained, “Let alone one who I’m not attracted to. At all.” You made it very clear. “Now if you’ll excuse me-“
“What, you got a boyfriend or something?” He snarked back, getting closer to you.
“Like that’s any of your business.” You countered, “Now fuck off because you’re not getting anything out of me, ever. I wish you luck on finding any pussy tonight, you’re definitely going to need it.” You didn’t even notice the crowd swarming around you but a sudden eruption of “oohs” took over and made you realize that you had successfully publicly humiliated another desperate guy. He gave you a look of fury and stormed off in another direction leaving his confidence and dignity in your back pocket.
Thankfully, the guy running the bar quickly recognized you. Being in a sorority had it’s many perks, but getting drinks at the bar of a frat you knew well was one of them. He immediately gave you a hefty pour and a smile, “That was badass.” He added on. You smiled back at him and took your drink, departing back to the dance floor with your friend.
As soon as you reentered, Steve had eyes on you again. You looked more annoyed than before, not an amazing sign, but according to a text he had gotten from Scott, who was bartending, you had just embarrassed a random dude in front of two dozen people flawlessly, and verbally kicked his ass. So your current state was by no means shocking.
He promptly decided this was his time to at least let you know he was here. He slowly guided his way through people, trying to not knock over girls while not really caring about the guys, and finally placed his hand on the small of your back. Bold, yes, but he didn’t want to completely startle you with a shoulder tap or yell.
“What the fuck-“ You quickly turned around with a face of once again annoyance, before realizing it was him. As soon as your eyes met his your face melted back into one of apology. “Oh my- Steve I’m so sorry!” You yelled over the music. He chuckled to himself, smiling at you.
“It’s okay,” He replied quickly, giving you a quick up and down now that he was closer to you. Your boobs somehow looked even better than before. He also had the realization that red truly was your color, it looked amazing with your skin tone and hair, and even better when it was tightly wrapped fabric around your chest. “I heard what happened at the bar, I understand.”
You groaned loudly, “So everyone saw that?”
“Not everyone, but a lot of people.” He smirked. “It’s alright, keep it up and we may just have to make you an honorary member.”
“Will I have to pledge?” You asked with a small smile, “That may be a deal breaker.”
“I would never let a woman go through what the pledges go through,” He explained, “Let alone a pretty one.” It just slipped out. You tried to hide the shock in your eyes with a smile on your face, but your brain was clearly malfunctioning when you heard that. “If you need anything tonight, you know where to find me.” He said, motioning towards the wall right next to the main entrance to the floor. You nodded as he gave you one more smile and left back to that area.
“He wants you so bad.” One of your friends quickly spoke up with a big smile, “His eyes were all over you, they were practically undressing you!”
“Yeah, that’s probably all he wants.” You replied knowing how guys were nowadays with relationships.
“Oh please, that’s Steve Rogers. Yeah, he could get whatever girl he wants, but the one he actually wants he’s gonna stay with.” She replied, “He’s the definition of a golden retriever, absolutely gorgeous and loyal as hell.”
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Steve knew something was coming. His intuition read the room he was in and told him there was going to be something tonight. There was every night, it was just more a question of how drastic it was going to be. Judging by the fact the guys not in the frat were getting rowdy, the number of girls who had run past him with a friend to puke in the bathroom, and the growing line outside of underage first years who were apparently trying to start stuff with the door guys, it was just a matter of time until something boiled over its pot and into flames.
“What’s up?” He asked Sam who approached him with a stern face. Unlike earlier, soberness seemed to consume Sam as he stood next to Steve.
“Too many bastards harassing girls.” He sighed. “None with any of our girls that seriously, yet.” He emphasized. Steve nodded, going back to eyeing everyone on the dance floor, his eye now more narrowly looking than before. “Not sure how you could show up to someone’s else fraternity and be a dick like that. We don’t even do that in our own house.” Steve didn’t have a response for that question, but even if he did he was far too busy making sure any of the girls he knew didn’t find themselves in that situation. Specifically, you.
“Have we stopped letting guys in?” Steve asked, not changing his gaze away from the crowd.
“Yeah, a while back.” Sam replied, “A lot of them have been here since we opened though.” Steve chuckled.
“Desperation.” He smiled at Sam and Sam smiled back.
“Yeah, we got a lot of that tonight.” Sam sighed, turning over to the two of three couples of sorts making out in various corners. “Wish I had that much absence of dignity.” Steve smiled at that. If he was going to do anything with a woman it would never be this public. Two people were meant to have those moments together, not have the world there to frown down on it or comment on it. In his mind, this frayed some of the little purity left in relationships.
“Fuck,” He heard Sam mutter besides him, glancing at his phone. Steve gave him a questioning look, “Apparently the guys outside have made the mistake of not backing off of Barnes, gotta go aid.” Steve nodded as Sam departed the other way.
Steve’s heart sank as soon as he looked back to the floor and spotted you. The guy from earlier tonight, and the one he assumed had tried to talk to you at the bar, was now way too close to comfort. Within a second, Steve had begun navigating the floor knowing the loser wouldn’t leave you alone until someone else came in. His mind was busy with finding you, but his body was distracted by trying to get by people. Despite the fact he was known here, and the mass space his body took up, everyone was far too drunk to even take a slight hint he was there.
“Are you fucking crazy?” He heard a yell that he could easily identify was your voice. That cry for help put his mind in overdrive, and onto aggressive autopilot. Now he was shoving dudes left and right and could give a shit if he stepped on some girl's shoes. As soon as he found you, there was a small circle around you and the guy as you fired off insult after insult berating him. Steve was still lost at what was fully happening, or more importantly how the situation had escalated to where it stood now, but that was very quickly revealed in your unapologetic monologue.
“What the fuck made you think it was okay to grab my ass you dick!” Before Steve could even process fully what you had said, the clearly clueless culprit across from you responded, somehow thinking that was a good idea.
“With the shorts you’re wearing you’re basically asking for it!”
Now that set Steve off.
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All you could see at this point was red, but before you even got a chance to slap this guy, he was pinned up against a wall. There was some yelling in the background calling for backup or something along those lines, but all you could focus on was Steve’s back flexing under his shirt that was far too tight for this moment and the side of his face showcasing a clenched jaw bone protruding past his skin and redefining his face into pure rage. “What the fuck did you just say to her?” He asked, holding onto the collarbone of the guys t-shirt in clenched fists, veins about to pop.
For the first time all night, the harassing dick was left truly speechless. “Say it one more time to me, huh? I fucking dare you.” Steve started again.
“Steve, let him go.” Sam’s voice bellowed behind you. It was an order, and one that took Steve a moment to process. He slowly dropped the guy and backed up only a step, letting him regain him place standing against the wall. He looked tiny compared to Steve. “He’s not worth it.” Sam said, approaching besides him. “Now you, get the fuck out and never come back.” Sam told the other guy, pointing firmly towards the door.
He seemingly put his hands up in surrender, before making yet again a dumb move. Possibly his most stupid of the night. “It was worth it.”
Not even a second later, the guy was on the floor, clutching his face as the crowd around you “ooh”ed yet again. This time not for you, but Steve. His right fist clung to his side as it had just been weaponized across the guy’s face and straight into his cheek and nose. The impact could be heard from the back of the room you bet, and left you speechless, mouth agape as you stared at your perpetrator on the floor, and back to Steve.
“Barnes, take Y/N upstairs. Now.” He looked back to where Bucky stood a few feet from you, he quickly nodded beelining to you and putting his arm around your waist.
“You alright, hon?” Bucky asked, but you were too entranced still with looking back at Steve. Despite Bucky moving you away and your feet following, you still stared back at Steve with the same expression of worry and surprise. It clearly took Steve a minute to figure out what exactly he had done, then he turned back to you.
As soon as your eyes met, his face relaxed. His brain was still furious, his body stiff with rage, but his face was now worried. He was able to at least know you would be safe with Bucky, you would either end up in his room or Steve’s, but either way you would be physically okay now. Then he turned back to Sam who already had guys escorting whatever the fuck he was out with firm shoves. “I need to check on her.” Was the first thing he could muster out and say.
“Calm down, Steve.” Sam tried to rationalize. “She’s with Buck, she’s okay.”
“I need to see her.” He said again.
“Steve,” Sam grabbed his arm this time, trying to pull him back to reality. “Go downstairs. Breath. Then come back and I’ll see what I can do.”
It took Steve another moment to process what Sam was saying, his vision still outlined with red. As soon as he understood, however, he nodded and made his way to the door. He couldn’t even bother to look at nor care about everyone staring at him, bodies making a very clear path for him to get by. He made it to the stairs, walking down slowly. The basement was empty, he was glad they kept it that way. There were a few old recliners here and there, a partially ripped couch, and some old photo albums and collages of pictures stacked in various places.
He took a seat in one of the old leather chairs, placing his head in his hands. He was always composed, had a clean record here from everything. He didn’t have an ounce of regret, at least yet, but he was aware of how escalated he made the situation. Though he wouldn’t change any moment of it. Other than protecting you from that happening in the first place.
He just wanted- needed you to be okay. He needed you. He had never acted this way with anyone else. Yes, he would stand up for any girl. But he wasn’t sure if he would fight for any girl other than you.
“Peter, water. Now.” Bucky demanded the smaller guy who stood in the doorway. He feverishly nodded before running off past the doorway and towards the stairs.
“Pledge?” You asked Bucky. He smiled.
“How did you know.” You lightly laughed, sitting on his bed in his slightly messy room. It was actually very nice for a frat room, but for a regular room, subpar. His walls were decorated here and there with nearly nude women who either had advanced plastic surgery or had a poor editor somewhere slaving over Photoshop for hours to make them look better than Barbie. His bed was honestly not all that comfy, and you wouldn’t have been shocked if the mattress under the comforter and sheets had been hand-me-down in the frat for years.
“How are you feeling?” He asked with genuine concern.
“Alright,” You said with a shaky breath, “Just- shocked, I think.” He softly smiled, kneeling down in front of you to be on your eye level.
“Can I get you anything else? I can order you food, if you wanna lay down that’s fine too-"
“No, Buck. It’s okay, really.” You lightly smiled. You had suddenly very much sobered up. “Maybe food in a bit. Though I don’t know how much I can eat right now.” He sympathetically nodded. The room fell silent for a few seconds. “Where’s Steve?” You asked. Before Bucky could even acknowledge what you had asked, Peter came back.
“Here’s the water for you,” He said handing to Bucky, “James Buchanan Barnes.” You had to hold back a laugh as Peter exited the room again. Bucky handed you the water.
“Do you really make pledges call you guys by your full names?” Bucky nodded with a small smile.
“Tradition.” You rolled your eyes at that. “Steve is downstairs I think, basement.” Bucky replied, “That’s where Sam sends guys when they need to calm down.”
“So this shit happens frequently?”
“No, and you know that.” He playfully said back, sitting next to you on the bed. “But sometimes stuff happens between guys. So it's a decompression area. Not much down there, so it’s nice if anyone needs to punch something.” You nodded.
Another minute of silence fell between the two of you. You sipping the water from the red solo cup, Bucky looking around the room and back at you every once in a while.
“You know Steve really likes you.” Bucky pointed out. You gave him a confused face. “He would kill me for telling you, probably will. But he really likes you, more than any other girl I’ve seen. And I’ve seen lots of women around him.”
“You’re joking.” You replied, “That’s cruel, Bucky."
“No, I would not lie to you.” He replied seriously, “Especially after tonight.” You looked up at him again, eyes meeting in a silent lock of sorts. “Just trust me, give him a chance. I know you like him too. Be the first move, it’ll pay off. Trust me.”
There was a soft knock at the door, its hinges creaking as it opened and Sam walked in. He gave you a soft smile. “We wrapped up the party.” Sam said, “Not many people left over down there anyways.” You cringed a bit to yourself, but before you could say anything Sam continued, “And don’t you dare apologize, it’s not your fault. At all.”
Bucky’s hand grazed your back in a circular motion, a silent agreement with Sam. “You can wait in his room if you want,” Sam mentioned, “Or stay here.”
“No, I want to see him.” You replied, “I can uh- head over there.” You told Sam, getting up and turning to Bucky where he still sat. “Thanks again, Bucky. Really.”
“Least I could do.” He insisted with a tight smile, “Good luck.”
Sam led you to Steve’s room even though you already knew where it was. His was a corner room, vice president privileges you supposed. He opened it with a spare key, letting you in and turning on the light. It was kept as it always was. It smelled like soft cologne that didn’t sting the corner of your nostrils when you inhaled. Like mahogany, whiskey, and a hint of vanilla. What he always smelled like.
His bed was strictly made, making you hesitant to sit on it despite Sam telling you it was more than fine. It would crease it, and you weren’t sure if that was more of an invasion than what you had already been. The bed was shockingly comfortable, clearly a new mattress and topper. His closet doors were closed, and a laundry hamper next to it was only half full. His desk was clear except for a lamp in the corner, a closed laptop in the center, and a notebook next to that with two or three pens. His walls were pretty bare, which honestly made you feel uncomfortable. You thought it was better than Bucky’s walls scattered with various unrealistically perfect and nearly naked women, but the walls in the bedroom of your apartment were scattered with posters and pictures.
He had exactly three pictures in the room. One on his nightstand of him, Sam, and Bucky with arms around each other and smiling on some form of a retreat or vacation. One of him and Bucky as little kids, no older than six or seven you guessed. And finally, one of him and his mom at some fancy event judging by her dress and his suit. He looked to be in late high school there.
He looked a lot like his mom. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Her face was much softer than his, which made sense judging by how muscular his body frame was built to be. She had a beautiful blue dress on that accented both of them well, him in a simple suit with a black coat, white shirt, and black tie. You knew he loved his mom dearly, especially since he was raised as a child with just her. You recall during one of those late night conversations it coming up. He talked so highly of his mom, the way he still called her multiple times a week just to talk and check in. Her food and the traditions the two had made for Christmas and Thanksgiving when they spent it alone. How much he hated leaving her for college, feeling like he abandoned her, but her reassuring messages over the phone saying anything but that. You wished you had a relationship like that with your mom, but then again, you had an amazing dad. You win some, you lose some, as you had always reminded yourself.
You were drawn away from your stare towards the photo on his desk as the door opened, and there stood Steve. His face was unreadable, something that scared you in the moment. “Hey, um I’m sorry, Sam suggested I wait here for you-"
Before you finished he was kneeling in front of you as Bucky did not so long ago meeting your eyes. “Are you okay?” He asked with such a genuine tone. His hand placed itself on your cheek, engulfing it. You nodded with a small smile.
“Yeah, I will be.” He took a small sigh looking down.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there earlier.”
“Steve, no-“ You were quick to reply as he stood up.
“No, that should’ve never happened. And I should’ve been there to throw that guy out way earlier.”
“Steve, you did more than I could’ve asked for-“
“You shouldn’t have to ask me to do anything. I should be there to protect you, be proactive about it-"
You quickly stood up, interrupting his rant by grabbing his face with your hands and pulling him down as you stood on your tip toes to your best ability, placing your lips on his.
For a moment he was frozen, before realizing what was happening and kissing back. He quickly took one of his arms fallen at his side and wrapped it behind your waist, pulling you promptly so your body fell flush with his, pressed against his shirt. His other hand found the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair as one of yours found its way to his own. After a solid 10 seconds, you pulled away a bit, looking up at him as you caught your breath.
“I’m not drunk, I promise.” You told him, watching his wandering eyes scan your face. Without a word of response, he placed his lips on yours again moving synchronously. You reveled in the moment, feeling his body heat surround you, your senses at all new heights, his wandering finger tips on your back causing you to move even closer to him, a sign of encouragement. After a minute or two of the necessity of a make up session, a silent reconciliation and agreement that everything would be alright, you both pulled away.
Both of you smiled at the same time, then laughing a bit at that, and finally finding comfort in each other’s arms. “Can we talk about this tomorrow?” You asked him. He looked down to you again with a small smile creeping on his face.
“Yeah,” He replied, “Tomorrow.”
Without a word more spoken, you sat back on his bed, removing your beer and dirt-stained shoes, he went to his dresser and grabbed one of his t-shirts and sweatpants, handing them to you. “I can change in the bathroom.” He insisted. You gave a small smile of appreciation as he left the room with his own change of clothes and closed the door.
You quickly removed the constricting top that had nearly become one with your skin, placing his shirt on and sweatpants. He came back with a knock, you replying with a “you can come in”.
He let you choose the side of the bed you wanted, which happened to be the one closer to the window. He climbed in next to you, allowing the small lamp in the corner to stay on but turning off the one next to him. There was distance at first, quickly closed by you as you rejected the pillow on your side for his chest, placing your head on it, one of your hands sprawling to the other side of him. He placed one of his hands on your back, pulling you tighter and beginning to trace small shapes on the fabric and to your skin. He gave you a soft kiss on your temple, holding it there for a few seconds.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
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Nomad Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Summary: Steve offers to stretch you out after a fight.
Warnings: 18+ Only! Explicit Smut, Nomad Steve, Bearded Steve, Dominant Steve, Sensual Massage, Scolding, Teasing, Dry Humping, Neck Kissing, Vaginal Fingering, Hair Pulling, Finger Sucking, Body Worship
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His hand slides under your shirt near the small of your back, the roughened texture of his fingertips stirring you from your slumber as they press softly against your skin. You can just barely feel the thin cloth of your t-shirt folding in on itself, collecting around his wrist as he smooths his way up your torso, exposing it to the harsh chilly air of your bedroom. He takes his time increasing the pressure on his path as you begin to wake, kneading the muscle that connects your shoulder blade to your spine as you turn your head to face him.
“Mmm,” You hum as your eyelids flutter apart, taking in the blurry image of him behind you as his thumb presses deep into your skin. “That feels good.”
“How many times do I gotta tell you to stretch after a fight?” He adjusts his position on the bed to get closer to you, his hip flush with yours as he moves his other hand to the opposite side of your back.
“At least one more,” you mumble, the pressure he’s putting on your muscles quickly outweighed by the pleasure of release that comes directly after. “I was going to, but I fell asleep.”
“Uh huh,” he teases, biting his lower lip as his hands carefully glide over the back of your neck. He always seems to know exactly where you need him. His thumbs, palms and fingers all magically relieve the tension in your body as they glide across your flesh, sending currents of warmth deep into your neck and shoulders. “Is that why you’re so tight?” He pushes both thumbs up into your hairline as you exhale.
“We’re not all super soldiers, you know.” You let your eyelids fall shut again as he slowly makes his way back down your form, a quiet moan leaving your lips as he nears your hips.
“I would have helped if you’d come to me. Now you’re so stiff, I don’t know if I can fix it.”
He repeats the soothing motion over again, venturing up higher into your scalp with all five of his fingers before traversing all the way across your frame and down to your biceps, straining the tiny threads that hold your shirt together. He can feel your body reacting to him like it always did, the curves of your spine rolling like waves on the ocean, eager to pull him in with the tide as he navigates his palms over the roaring ache of your overworked muscles. He treads new waters each time he passes over you, testing the nerves near your tailbone and hips as they push back against him, begging for more.
“Steve,” you whine, lifting your pelvis as he barely glides his thumbs beneath the hem of your underwear. “Please.” You turn your head just far back enough to make eye contact, locking onto those crystal blues to make sure he sees how serious you are.
“Please, what?” That tiny change of tone in his voice tells you all you need to know about where he’s headed, his soft bedroom whisper now painted with a stern hunter green tambre. He holds your gaze as he increases his pressure in the middle of your glutes, smirking only as your lips turn down in frustration, his hands finding their way up your spine once more.
He knows how to drive you completely crazy, to touch you just enough around each area to get you primed and ready for contact before pulling away and focusing on something else. It was a game the two of you started playing with each other months ago, seeing how long you could last before you broke down and begged for him to touch you where it counts. You could never quite predict when his darker side was going to come out, though; when his teases would turn into taunts, his kisses into bites and his requests into demands. It was cruel yet delicious, the shift seeming to come faster every time the two of you were together, his reserved front falling by the wayside as he took on a slightly more… authoritative role with you behind closed doors.
“Please, I,” you stammer, trying your best not to let the growing moisture between your legs distract you from forming a coherent thought as you keen against his palms. “I umm…”
The mattress creaks beneath him as he moves his hand to your neck, shifting his weight to lean forward with a brisk tug of your hair. “Are you going to ask me for what you want?” He tugs even harder, whispering his question into your ear. “Huh?”
There it is.
Instead of waiting for you to respond, he lifts his leg up to straddle your thighs, a quiet grunt leaving his lips as he exhales.
“Yeah,” you manage to mumble. Your heart pounds in your chest as his hips settle in just below your center, his tight grip in your hair relenting for a split second as he adjusts his point of gravity to his knees. You can smell the remnants of his cologne as the natural scent of his body overpowers it, turning you on even more as he nestles his chin into the nape of your neck.
“I’m waiting.”
FUCK.
“I want you to help stretch me out,” you finally confess, groaning as he pulls on your hair even tighter. “Please,” you add, practically begging. “Please stretch me out, Steve.”
“Yeah? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He kisses that patch of skin between your ear and hairline, his beard brushing against it as his lips peck down the back of your neck, sending a rush of warmth into your core. “I can do that.”
You gasp as he grinds his hips into your thighs, deepening his kisses the further down he goes until he reaches the collar of your shirt. You can already feel him begin to grow beneath the cloth of his pants as he releases his fist from your hair, finally moving his hands in the direction you’ve been wanting them to go.
You whine in protest as he pulls his mouth off of you, giving himself enough room to take you in as he tugs the delicate cloth of your underwear down just above your thighs. It seems to last forever as he smooths his palms over your freshly exposed skin, sending goosebumps prickling over your cheeks before spreading them apart with his thumbs to get a better view. Your mouth falls open as you feel him slide his fingers down between your cheeks, dipping his index and middle fingers between your folds to collect your arousal.
“You feel that?” He spreads your moisture up and down your length, increasing his pressure every time he glides over your clit before deliberately rubbing his fingertips over it. “You’re already wet.” He leans forward again to make sure that you hear him, sliding those fingers of his deep inside your walls as you clench down around his hand, refusing to let go.
“Am I?” You can barely speak as he feels you from the inside, nearly drawing out all the air from your lungs as he goes deeper into your sex, stretching you out as promised, practically pushing you to the edge.
He guides his digits into you, slowly massaging your internal muscles with unmatched skill until he carefully pulls them out, smearing some of your juices onto your inner thigh. He brushes over your bud again, taking great care to send waves of bliss up into your belly, dozens of them building on top of the next with each stroke until they finally crest over in a torrential tidal wave of ecstasy. You can’t help but cry out as his ministrations sweep you away with the undertow, wreaking havoc on every nerve and muscle in your body as it begins to quake in the all-encompassing current of sheer euphoria.
“Shhh, you’ll wake the neighbors,” he chides, still running his fingers over your delicate flesh as you rattle and hum beneath him, toes curling behind you with each new point of contact he still purposefully makes. “Now,” he smiles coyly, bringing his sopping wet fingers up to his mouth for a taste. “Let’s really stretch you out.”
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secretswiftymarvelfan · 8 months
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Steve Rogers Masterlist
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Fluffy
Burn
The Wrong Words (Soulmate AU!)
Happy Birthday Doll
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Transformed
Hey Steven
4th of July
Is this Jealousy?
Strength
Quarantined
Scary Good Time
Snowed In
America’s Ass
Heart of Gold
Her Second Favourite Guy
Lesson Learnt ❤️‍🔥
That’s not the line Rogers
As Long As You’re Mine (Mob AU) / Part 2
Nomad’s Girl (Mob AU)
Checkmate (Medieval Royalty AU)
Sleepy Legs
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Series
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Stark’s Daughter
The interview
evermore 
Captain of the Football Team (College AU)
I know places
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thornsnvultures · 2 years
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la petite mort ♡
Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Summary: French for "the little death", it is an expression that means "the brief loss or weakening of consciousness" and in modern usage refers specifically to "the sensation of post orgasm as likened to death."
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Warnings: bondage, overstimulation, squirting, degradation, pet name (mon chou, because Steve speaking French makes me wet), p in v sex, creampie, cmnf, reader calls Steve "sir", use of a Hitachi wand, ass slapping, choking
A/N: I can't find the video that inspired this, I'm so sad 😭 If I find it I'll add it here. [EDIT I found the video. Warning for ph link, don't click if you're under 18]
And mon chou translates directly to "my cabbage" but it's more like he's calling her cream puff like a choux pastry. Because Steve likes calling you something cute and full of cream 🥰
not beta'd, edited by me. so if you see any mistakes, no you didn't :)
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Steve says it's his favorite part of play time with you. When he works your body so well that your vision black and your body goes limp. Twisted pride grows inside him, relishes in the knowledge that he did this to you. He was the one who pushed you so far over the edge.
And he's working to get you there now. To bring you to the place where the pleasure becomes so strong your body can't stand it any longer.
As Steve sinks back in his wingback chair, he wonders if he should've made the ropes around your ankles tighter. Not that you could break free from where you're strapped to his black leather ottoman, but he loves the marks left behind by the braided hemp. The deeper the indents the better. He doesn't want you to feel your fucking toes.
Steve's pulled from watching your pretty toes curl when he sees your legs start to wobble and shake.
"That's it, mon chou. Need to see that pussy weep for me."
He slides to the front of his chair, elbows on his knees with his hands clasped under his chin.
Steve watches intently as you shudder in your restraints, held open wide on your knees by the ropes wrapped around your thick thighs. The Hitachi wand looped into the rope and held snug against your sopping cunt buzzes steadily even as you try to lean away, to run from your pleasure.
Steve takes note of that. He'll make sure to punish you for it later.
"Please! I can't!"
You've always been a bad liar and your messy cunt proves him right moments later.
Steve leans in closer when you suck in a breath, watches as your pussy flutters, clenches around nothing, begging for a cock you can't have. Your begs for release become more incoherent as you shake and with a scream you're gushing, nearly making a mess of Steve's blue button up. The ropes nearest to the apex of your thighs and the leather beneath you are soaked, your spend leaks around the head of the wand.
"Beautiful. So beautiful when you let go for me, mon chou."
The device doesn't stop, doesn't care that you're spent. Its master is the same as yours and he's decided that you're not done. He needs more.
Steve stands and reaches for the full globes of your ass, caressing a cheek with one hand.
"Color?"
He watches as you inhale and exhale a deep breath. You're still shaking but Steve can be patient. He may be persistent and demanding but he's not an asshole. And you know the rules.
"G-green, sir."
Steve nods and brings the hand on your ass down hard. You yelp in surprise but lean into his touch like he knew you would.
"Good girl."
With the wand still assaulting your poor cunt but you're almost numb to it at this point. Steve understands, you're been at this for a while. But he needs at least one more. And you will give it to him.
Steve's kept your cunt empty for the duration of your play time today for a reason. He wanted you to beg, wanted to see tears run down your pretty cheeks. And you've done so well. He can look past your little disobediences for now. You're crying for him to fill you as he caresses you now. He flips the switch on the wand before pulling it loose from your leg restraints. Steve's big, warm hands run the length of your spine and over the supple curves of you. Now that the constant tingling pressure is gone your body feels lighter, but still buzzing. The light caresses to your aching nipples are both not enough and too much under the rough pads of his fingers. Every touch makes you cry harder when he leans over you. Steve's bulge strains, fighting against crisp, pressed khaki and ghosting nearer to you with an energy that's palpable.
He's standing behind you with you spread and presenting before him when the sound of his zipper lowering echoes through the quiet room. Steve doesn't drop his pants, doesn't loosen the buttons of the shirt, doesn't bare his flesh to you in any way you crave. There is no intimacy in the way he moves to enter you now with his meaty cock. You're nothing more than a hole he can play with as he pleases. Even as he teases your sensitive skin with his touch, you know your place.
Steve grips your hip with one hand, pushing down on your lower back to arch you even higher as he rubs the head of his cock through your folds. You're still dripping, oozing over his tip when he pushes against your heat.
He's waiting patiently. You know what he wants you to say.
"Please, sir."
"Yes? Please, what?"
The slit on his tip slips past your clit and you both gasp in unison.
"Please," you sob, "fuck me, sir."
Steve slides into your needy cunt in one smooth motion. You're so wet he barely needs to wait for you to adjust to his size before he's drilling into you. The hand not digging bruises into your hip is holding you down by your neck. Steve loves watching your eyes roll back when he pushes with just the right amount of pressure. Your lips part with a silent scream, your body shaking already after a few powerful strokes. Steve lifts a foot off the floor to rest on the ottoman, pumping into you with even more force, bumping your cervix in the most delicious way.
"You love taking this fat cock, huh? Fucking love the way I fill you up."
He doesn't care if you answer, he knows you do. Of course you do. You were made to take his cock.
His strokes pick up speed, the ropes on your legs the only thing keeping you from launching off the ottoman.
The zipper of Steve's pants catches against the smooth skin of your ass in random intervals, a pinching pain that surprises you every time and makes your cunt clench around his cock harder in anticipation for the next bite of metal.
"You gonna come for me, mon chou? Or do I have to leave you here with just your little toy for the rest of the night."
You cry out, shaking your head "no" at the thought of him leaving you empty again. The heat in your core builds once more and you can barely stand it. Between the sting of the zipper and the hand around your throat it doesn't take long before you're coming again, your cunt pulsing, squirting all over him and making a mess of Steve's pants and the bottom of his shirt.
"Fuck, that's it. That's it, mon chou. Can't help but make a fucking mess, can you?"
The tight heat of your cunt has Steve's strokes going sloppy. He drops to his hands on both sides of your head, relishing in your mewling cries. Your eyelids droop closed, unable to stay open as your body goes slack underneath Steve's massive form.
His balls tighten and his legs shake when he comes with a shout, emptying his seed deep inside you.
Steve slides out slowly, watching your cunt clench and push out his thick cream after he's gone. He's gentle working his seed back in, not wanting a drop to go to waste.
"Still with me, mon chou?"
You nod your head slightly and Steve presses a kiss to your cheek.
He praises you as he unties the ropes that bind you, tells you how amazing you are as he frees you from their tight hold. His fingers run their course over the twisting pattern imprinted on your skin.
Steve hums in satisfaction, smiling to himself at the masterpiece he created.
Before you can collapse he's got you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom and filling up the tub. Once it's warm and he's undressed himself, you're snoring softly.
Steve knows how exhausted you are and he's proud of you for holding on while being pushed to a new limit. He holds you to his chest as you snooze, already planning how he can push you even further next time.
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mrsbuckybarnes1917 · 1 month
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You shifted uncomfortably in the Captain's lap. There was no reason why you shouldn't be used to this by now. It was your favorite, had been since the two of you first got together. Today was different. He'd been on the run for months. But you were able to rendezvous at a safe house. Finally! He had missed you. Afraid that they would use you to get to him, Steve had almost decided against leaving you a message. Almost.
The thought of your touch, the melody of your voice, the kindness of your eyes, the curve of your breasts, they tipped the tide of the war that waged inside him. It was lust that eventually overcame. So here you were, peppering kisses along his jaw, trying your best to distract his mind from the events of the last few months. The two of you were nestled in an oversized armchair at a secure location. You marveled at the thick growth of hair that had taken place during his absence. His calloused hands held you in place.
It hadn’t taken long for you to be pressed against his chest, panties pulled aside with his hard cock nestled deep inside your aching cunt. The position hadn’t been Steve’s intent. He had planned an evening of romance. Until he laid eyes on you. You had arrived in the village dressed in the most inappropriate attire. At least in Steve’s opinion. He was surprised that swarms of SWAT teams hadn’t descended upon them with the number of heads you turned in your bright sundress that barely kissed the tops of your knees. How dare you sashay around with your exposed shoulders and bare thighs? Your dress flowing with every swish of your hips made you an irresistible sight.
Steve knew you weren't seeking attention, you knew the risks. No one here would recognize you with your hair tied into a silk scarf, your sparkling eyes hidden behind the darkest shades. But there was no doubt your beauty turned heads. And he hated that. He wanted you all to himself. Which is how you ended up in this position. He knew he needed to remind you who you belonged to. When you had set out for this expedition, you had underestimated his need for you.
The second the door was locked, you were pressed against his chest, hot lips burning into the skin of your neck. A gasp escaped your lips as the tent in his pants brushed against your belly. How was he so hard already? Before the thought had fully formed, his hands were under the hem of your dress, massaging your slick folds. It was shocking how you were instantly soaked. It had been too long. He hadn’t even asked how you were. His lips were moving but there was no sound other than the moans deep inside your throats. This is how you found yourself straddling his thighs as he was balls deep inside you, cock pulsing against your walls.
“You’re such a little tease, you know that? So eager for my cock, doing whatever you can to get me riled up.”
You whimpered softly as your cunt clenched desperately around his length. There was a primal urge that burned deep inside you, begging you to move. It was too hard to bear. And even though there was no doubt that you loved having him fill you, you wanted more. You longed for it… needed it… craved him. Just some movement, a little friction, a twitch, maybe even a shudder. Anything more than his girth resting inside you. But the darkness in his eyes told you that you had to behave.
“Look at you, getting all worked up already. What’s wrong, darling?”
His fingers were wrapped so tightly around your hips, you wondered if it would leave a mark. Steve sure was being patient for someone who had greeted you so passionately. His lips trailed the contours of your cheek, nose leading the way across to your ear where he nuzzled it gently. It was the softest action he had demonstrated so far. But you knew it wouldn't last long as his cock twitched inside you in the most depraved way. You whined longingly, your walls throbbing painfully around his cock as he spoke to you in his special voice. The one he saved for the bedroom. Your Captain was usually such a traditional man. But not today.
“So needy, baby? I know what you want, you want me to move. But I’m not going to give it to you until you understand what you did wrong. Do you know what you did, darling?”
He crooned into your ear and you shook your head. You couldn’t speak. Simply sitting in his lap with your jaw hung slack and your eyes fluttering shut. Your mind tried to form a coherent thought. Should you ask him what he meant? But you were too drunk on the feeling of his cock inside you, that the words never left your lips.
“Too bad. Only good girls get what they want. And you haven’t been good for me, have you? Prancing around in this little dress. So careless. Drawing far too much attention. Did you want everyone to see you?”
You shook your head vehemently. Eyes wide. Steve chuckled, he knew you would never betray him, but he couldn’t deny how thrilling it was to see you so flustered. Normally he was the one blushing at your words.
“Are you sure, baby? Because you’re mine. Got that? Mine.”
He growled, bucking up into you. You cried out with surprise, digging your nails into his back. You leaned into his chest, nodding as he rolled his hips again, hands kneading your ass. The soft pleas that left your mouth were hoarse, so pathetically needy. His thrusts became more regular, a slow but rewarding pace. You moaned as he pushed himself deeper into your body.
“Yeah, you like this, baby? You like when I fuck you? I like it, too. I always love watching you lose it when I fill that pretty pussy of yours.”
His hand was between your thighs, fingers rubbing against your neglected clit. You whined, tossing your head back.
“Good girl! Come on my cock for me, baby. Come on, I want to feel you squeezing me. That’s it.”
You scrunched your eyes closed as his name tumbled from your lips, your cunt closing in around him. Steve groaned as his seed trickled out over your thighs and into his lap. You made a move to lift yourself off him, but his fingers closed around your waist.
“I’m not done with you just yet, darling.”
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stray-kaz · 1 year
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I Love You, But... : a Steve Rogers x reader oneshot
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Summary: Super serum doesn’t have the power to give you everything.
Warnings: This fic contains infertility struggles, so please avoid if this is something upsetting. I understand. Also, I’m ignoring a lot of canon in this. Just putting down what feels right. 
P.S.: Pretty sure Steve is the most patient fictional man in the world. True fact.
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Bit of 18 and up, y’all.
Steve caged you between his arms, burning lips on your damp forehead, hips pinned to yours, almost painful. Huffs of unsteady breath landed over his collarbone. Your legs were open to either side of him, thighs spread and shaking.
“If that didn’t get you pregnant, nothing will” he panted, closing his eyes.
You wriggled up and nudged at his chin to get him to lower and kiss you, his mouth gentle after the pummeling he just gave you. He felt your legs tremble and rolled away, leaning up on an elbow and gently moving your legs down to rest against the mattress.
“Sorry” Steve mumbled, his cheeks pinking below the fine layer of dark stubble.
“For what?” you replied sleepily, rolling to your side to curl up against his hip. A heavy, warm hand came down on your head, stroking your hair.
“For being too hard on you just now.”
You shook your head and yawned. You had just closed your eyes when there was a pounding on the door and Tony’s voice.
“I don’t know what round you’re up to, Cap and Mrs. Cap, but his services are needed elsewhere now that his extracurriculars have finished.”
You groaned and tried unsuccessfully to grab onto your husband before he got out of bed. You watched as he pulled his uniform on, the blanket now hiked up to your chin. When Steve was done, he leaned over to kiss you and then walked out, closing the bedroom door with a soft click behind him.
When he stepped out into the hall, Tony was waiting. In spite of his teasing, he looked concerned.
“How long is it now?” he asked quietly, falling into step behind Bucky, who pretended not to listen.
“Two years” Steve answered just as quietly, tightening his grip on the shield.
Bucky glanced over his shoulder at him, his eyebrows and corners of his mouth drawn down. His wife had been pregnant three times in as many years and was still breastfeeding the youngest boy. Bucky had come up trumps and had everything he had ever wanted, whereas Steve was struggling to give his wife what they both wanted most in the world: a baby. Just one and they’d be overjoyed.
“Where are we going, Tony?” Steve asked.
“Belarus. But don’t worry. I’ll have you back in time to try again.”
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Another month later, Steve was away and you were staring down at yet more unwelcome blood in your underwear, the unopened pregnancy test you were just about to use lying uselessly on the bathroom counter next to the toilet. Looking in the mirror, you noticed that tears were running down your face, unnoticed even as your eyes itched from the pressure built up behind them.
Not again.
Outside in the hallway, Pepper heard your muffled sobs and paused, knowing. She glanced down at Morgan, who tipped her head back and met her gaze, wide eyed and innocent to the pain that thickened the air.
“Come with me, honey” Pepper murmured, and turned the door handle down, letting herself inside.
She found you in the bathroom, where she had expected, sitting on the closed toilet lid, head in your hands. You glanced up, eyes red rimmed and puffy. You watched as Pepper nudged Morgan forward and the little girl clambered up onto your lap, settling in with her arms around your neck. 
You closed your eyes and held back a hiccup, leaning your head down against Morgan’s. You wondered if you would ever feel the sweet weight of your own child climb onto your lap and felt fresh tears seep from the tight seams at the corners of your eyes.
“Want me to call the boys back?” Pepper said softly.
You shook your head and carefully kissed Morgan’s forehead, as if she were made of glass.
“No” you mumbled. “Steve will find out soon enough. No use distracting him in the field.”
You hesitated, then spoke again.
“Thanks, Pepper. For Morgan.”
Pepper nodded.
“Any time.”
She took Morgan in her arms and carried her back out, leaving you alone in the suite you shared with Steve. There was a spare room, perfect for a baby. But you were beginning to doubt it would ever be filled.
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You were sitting in the doctor’s office at the fertility clinic when Steve burst in, hair every which way, blue eyes tired, shirt untucked at the front.
“I am so sorry” he said hastily, sitting down in the empty chair next to yours. “Traffic was crazy.”
You looked him over with careful eyes, noting the frown lines in his forehead and the still bleeding cut above his jaw. Sure. Traffic.
He looked at you and was taken aback by the blankness in your stare, the usual life in them smothered by years of squandered hope.
“So, Doc, what are the results?” Steve asked, at last peeling his gaze away from you.
She sighed briefly, knowing just how hard this next bit was going to be to hear.
“You were given the Super Soldier serum in 1940, yes?”
Steve nodded.
“Somewhere about then, yes. Why? What does that have to do with us having trouble conceiving?”
Her lips thinned into a flat line.
“Well, it strengthened you and slowed down your aging, but it also dramatically slowed down your sperm. They aren’t strong or fast enough to reach your wife’s eggs.”
She paused.
“I’m so, so sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Rogers.”
Steve’s mind whirled, confusion and pain coalescing into interminable loss. He managed to find words to speak.
“But Buck - James Barnes has...has three children and he had the serum, too!” he protested, completely unaware that he was gripping the chair’s armrests so tightly they were creaking under the pressure.
The doctor shook her head slowly as you continued to sit in your chair, still as a stone as their words flowed all around you, water around a rock.
“As I understand it, your friend was given the serum under enforced conditions, and by a different scientist. It’s entirely possible that they were slightly different serums and James’ body was not changed as much as yours.”
Steve sat loose limbed in his chair, all the fight and questions gone out of him. His eyes were faded and distant, when what you needed was for him to reach over and press the life back into you.
You couldn’t listen to the silence anymore; it pressed in on your ears, muffled them, made you deaf to everything but the misplaced heart beating in your chest.
Steve didn’t see your movement until you were halfway down the corridor, and by then it was too late.
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When Steve arrived home, he was only minutes behind you, but it was enough time for your suitcase and duffel to be waiting, open mouthed, on the king bed you had shared for four years. He stared at them, your clothes already haphazardly thrown inside, a few favourite books scattered on top, novels you never went away without.
“Baby?” he called out tentatively, and wanted to smack himself for using that word.
There was a muffled thump in the bathroom and then a muttered “Shoot!” He almost smiled; the only mouth cleaner than his was yours.
“Sweetheart...”
You came out of the bathroom then, color palettes stacked in your arms. Your eyes were slightly glazed, red from near constant crying. You barely glanced at him as you moved robotically past to dump the cosmetics into your duffel. He stared down at you, small and determined.
She may be small but she is fierce.
He said your name on a question mark and hated how insignificant his voice sounded, how weak he felt in the face of your pain.
His pain, too.
You zipped up your luggage and turned to face him at long last, gnawing on your bottom lip, the strap of your duffel already hanging over one shoulder.
You had been practicing what you might say to Steve once you were ready, but now all that came out of your mouth was, “I love you, but it’s not enough.”
You watched as, heart beating behind your eyes, he sank to his knees in the middle of your bedroom, unable to bear his own weight any longer.
“...Why?”
You sucked in a breath that felt like glass.
“Because it hurts too much. I...I hurt too much now. Because I want a baby more than anything else in the world, and you can’t give me one. Because there is a black hole inside me and you can’t fill it. I’m sorry.”
Steve looked up at you, feeling not for the first time that his world had split in half. He kept on looking as you wheeled your suitcase to the bedroom door, hesitating upon the threshold. You turned to see him over your shoulder, the man you married, the man who would put his life on the line for you in a second.
“Bye” you said softly.
He blinked and you’d gone, nothing but the trace scent of your perfume to tell him you’d ever been there at all.
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Steve hardly slept and hardly ate over the next three weeks, so when you appeared in the doorway of the bedroom he’d been sitting in alone, he thought he was hallucinating. Your suitcase was behind you and your duffel fell from your shoulder as his gaze roved over you, starting at the top of your head and ending at your shoes before sweeping back up to settle on your face.
You looked shattered, dark circles under your eyes to match his, and you’d lost weight. Over the last weeks, fifty fifty, when you tried to eat it would come back up.
“Hey, Captain” you said quietly. “I missed you.”
Upon hearing your voice and realising he wasn’t lost in his imagination, Steve stood up and moved away from the bed, stopping a foot or so from you. When you breathed in, he could hear it, hear the emotional rattle of hope knocking against fear.
“I love you” you whispered. “You’re all I want. I want you more than anything else in the world. I’m so sorry, Steve.”
You didn’t ask to be forgiven. 
He took another step towards you.
“What about the black hole?” he asked, his voice rough.
“Fill it” you said desperately, reaching for him. “Fill it with you!”
He collided with you, lifting you easily into the air, wrapping his arms around all he had lost. Your arms circled his neck as you rained kisses into his hair, feeling his heartbeat slamming against yours, your chests pressed together with no space left between.
“I missed you, too.”
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Dear, sweet Aspen - any thoughts on what the Cedar Trees couple is doing during this winter/holiday season? I'm so soft for those two and love them so much! 🥹🥹🥹 Thank you for sharing them with us!
Oh, sweet anon! My head has been absolutely SPINNING with so many thoughts about our dear King Steve and how he’s spending the holidays with you, his new Queen!
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Nothing smutty, but I’m putting it under the cut for the lengt as I share a bit of a peak into our Cedar Trees AU…
The people in the kingdom of Brooklyn have a large celebration on the eve of the winter solstice! As soon as the sun goes down (and of course the very excited and eager children start bustling into the streets while the sun is still setting), all the shops close, everyone fills the streets and there are musicians in the streets, dancing, warm drinks, food and treats to buy. If you’ve lost a loved one, then you put a candle in a votive glass the window and let it burn in their memory.
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King Steve spends time talking with as many of his people as he can, buys far more food and treats and drinks than he can eat and presses them happily into the hands of anyone nearby (Bucky and his knights know the drill, and now you’re there to talk and help share things around as well). Many of the town’s artisans who paint or carve or sculpt come to the town square and show off some of their skills throughout the evening for people to watch as they mingle, some let the children try their hand here and there on those projects, and at the end of the night they’re given away.
There are lots of little fires throughout the streets for everyone to warm up throughout the night. Steve’s eyes are drawn to you often, and he’s always been kind and happy with his people, but they love how much happier he is with you - now it seems like it’s easy and simply runs through his veins like breathing, and he’s so beloved to them that they love seeing the soft look in your eyes, the fondness that you emanate for him, too.
It’s your first solstice festival, and of course it’s not perfect, it’s a long night, you bundle up against the cold as much as you can, but it’s still a wonderful evening. It’s beautiful, simple, fun, lots of laughter, but a lot of tender moments hearing from the people. Some of them share struggles and concerns - not to complain, but because you all ask for their stories, some of them share about the best parts of their year. It’s a tradition that’s been part of this people even before Steve became their king.
At midnight, everyone sings a winter solstice carol (or hums along). They light lanterns, think on a wish or hope they have for the coming season, and then during the last verse the lanterns are released to the sky.
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There are a few more ceremonial parties and banquets over the next week (some small and some larger), and then Steve has decided to start a new tradition for the new year, whisking you away to the summer palace for a few days. Private and intimate. Twenty years it will be a well established tradition with your children. And who knows? Next year it may even be with your firstborn…
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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: Bucky and Steve brand their best girl. Word Count: Over 6.6k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), spitroasting, threesome, dirty talk, tension, possessive behavior, porn with feels (it’s me, c’mon), tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?) A/N: Welcome back to my tattoo AU! Have you missed them? I know I have! Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby ​but any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely! Banner created by yours truly, but Bucky and Steve photos were provided by the talented @nix-akimbo ! This AU wouldn’t exist without them. Divider by the beautiful @firefly-graphics and banners by the lovely @vase-of-lilies. And thanks to @lookiamtrying and @drabblewithfrannybarnes for our new reader nickname.
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It was a beautiful day as you sat between Bucky and Steve in Thor’s truck, gazing through the windshield as the three of you drove through town. The boys had just finished setting up your new dining room table and Thor was kind enough to let them use his truck to pick it up and deliver it from the store. Ever since you moved into their place, they had done everything in their power to make the place more like your own. That included upgrading some of the furniture, which you tried to talk them out of in the beginning. You didn’t want them turning their home upside down for you. They, of course, argued that it was your home now, too.
Not to mention, one of them usually dropped their knees and buried their face between your legs if you protested too much. They didn’t play fair. And you never expected them to. Your beautiful, tattooed bastards.
You looked between them and took a moment to appreciate the view. Bucky smirked at you as he caught your eye. He was growing his hair out a bit and you were half tempted to tug on it. You turned your attention to Steve, who smiled softly as he looked away from the road for just a moment. You wished you could feel his beard scrape along your skin. 
I'll never get enough of them.
“How did you manage to get Thor’s truck again?” You asked as Steve turned onto the main street. “I thought this was his baby. Or is that his recliner in the basement?”
“His recliner is his other baby. And we may have promised you’d cook him dinner,” Bucky answered, rubbing small circles on your thigh as you gasped.
“You did what? Do you know how much he eats?” You teased as the brunette laughed.
“We did not. Thor was just being nice,” Steve smiled. The boys refused to let anyone else deliver the furniture since they were in good enough shape to move things themselves. “He’s also probably trying to win more brownie points with Mrs. Monroe by looking generous.”
“I think he has plenty, especially since he helped us move my stuff,” you grinned. Mrs. Monroe was sad to see you leave your old place and you were as well. She was a great neighbor and one of the many to be on your side when Grant and Billy harassed you. You also knew she had a soft spot for Thor and hoped that her granddaughter would end up with him. “I might make him dinner though so I can remain his favorite, until he gets a girlfriend."
“You think you’re his favorite?” Steve laughed a little.
“Yes,” you and Bucky said at the same time.
More laughter filled the truck, the sound almost as bright as the weather. "He does have a soft spot for you," Steve agreed. 
"Even Loki likes you, but don't tell him we said that," Bucky winked.
Heat flooded your cheeks. Being part of their group sometimes felt like an out of body experience. Most people around town looked at you differently now, but in a good way. Dating two of the most prominent tattoo artists around changed everything for the better. You wore confidence like a second skin. It looked good on you.
"Thor should be stopping by the shop later today. He wants to see the finished product," Steve told you.
Your wrists tingled as he mentioned the shop. Today was the day you were finally getting your tattoos. One from each of them, designed by them, just for you. It was a way to show you were theirs. Maybe one day, down the road, I’ll get a ring. And only if they want that.
“You nervous about today?” Bucky questioned, all traces of teasing gone. Both kept asking if you really wanted to go through with getting your tattoos and would’ve understood if you wanted to back out. They seemed nervous leading up to today, too, making sure you wanted to stick to the appointment.
Do they think I’ll back out?
“Nope, not nervous,” you put your hand over his, your other reaching for Steve’s as he glanced at you. He looked slightly relieved. “Why would I be?”
“Because what we’re giving you is permanent,” Steve replied. 
For some reason, it felt like he wasn’t talking about tattoos. “Yeah, they are and I want them. You can’t change my mind,” you told them, squeezing their hands. Bucky slowly breathed out. Was he expecting me to change my mind? “And if they’re anything like any of your tattoos, I know I’m in for a treat.”
The boys were littered in gorgeous tattoos. You loved them all because every single one of them had a story or significance behind them. They shared similar tattoos, like the rose each of them had for strength and courage. They each had a variation of the Brooklyn Bridge so they would never forget where they came from. And, of course, the symbol for their time in the military, honoring the unit they bonded with. Those were just a few.
"Steve designed something beautiful," Bucky said proudly.
"So did you, Buck," Steve stated just as proudly. 
It warmed your heart how much they lifted each other up. "Did either one of you happen to design an animal?" you asked curiously. Bucky had a white wolf to symbolize resilience and survival, a reminder of adjusting to life with his metal arm. Steve had an eagle for strength and courage, always standing up for the people around him. 
"Thought you wanted the designs to be a secret," Bucky said as the truck came to a stop. 
"I do and I know that they'll be perfect. I'm just," you tried to find the right word. It wasn’t nerves. You wouldn’t lie to them about that. "Antsy? Yeah, I’m a little antsy."
"What can we do to help?" Steve asked, unbuckling his seatbelt.
"Tell us," Bucky urged as he shifted to face you, removing his seatbelt, too. You were shocked that the three of you fit in the space with how big they were. Then again, Thor was even bigger and he managed just fine. 
"Nothing. I'm fine. Really," you promised. My beautiful boyfriends, ready to jump if I asked them to. "Maybe we could go for a dip. We had so much fun last time."
You smirked as you glanced between them. Steve’s hand tightened into a fist and Bucky licked his lips. You knew they were looking back on that day in Thor's pool, how they unashamedly had you between their bodies, making you feel good and not caring that their friends were nearby to witness it. They never hid their need for you. If anything, they were proud of it.
“Thor won’t be home for awhile,” Bucky said nonchalantly, his hand sliding higher up your leg. Your thighs parted, your body instinctively in tune with theirs. “We could go for a swim.”
“Not breaking into his backyard,” Steve argued, but you heard the slight strain in his voice as his hand went to your other thigh. “We can find a way to take some of the edge off."
"Not to point out the obvious, but this isn't the best space for it," Bucky said, a disappointed look in his eyes as he looked at his best friend. "And Thor might kill us if we get stains on the seats."
You had to smile. The man was built like a god and seeing him angry wouldn't be a pretty sight. "Well…" you trailed off as you looked over your shoulder, into the empty bed of the truck. “Plenty of space back there.”
Bucky swung his head with a grin, moaning a bit. “Right here in the street, doll?”
“Technically, we wouldn’t be in the street. We’d be in the truck,” you teased, starting to close your legs. “But if you two aren’t up for that-”
Lips pressed firmly against yours before you could finish that thought, Bucky’s hand gently gripping your chin to keep you in place. “We have a blanket, Steve?” 
“We do,” he answered, reaching back to grab it from behind his seat. He also kept your legs open before you could shut them further. “And we have that thin cushion Thor let us use, too.”
“Good. Wouldn’t want you to get uncomfortable. Speaking of uncomfortable,” Bucky smirked as he took your hand and placed it on his crotch. “Got me nice and hard, doll. Barely touch me and that’s what you do. Punk’s straining in his pants, too. Won’t feel better ‘til we’re inside you.”
You palmed the brunette as a rush of heat went through you, glancing over at Steve as he opened the door. The tent in his pants was evident as he got out. “And unless we want to scare the neighbors, we should hurry.”
“I don’t think ‘scare’ would be the word,” you said as Bucky pushed his door open. You wondered just how much of exhibitionists your boyfriends were at heart. The potential to get caught did make it fun and they weren't the type to be embarrassed about it if you were. At most, Steve would give whoever found them a sheepish smile. And both would easily charm their way out of it if someone got upset.
Bucky helped you out, your head spinning a bit as he pulled you to the back of the truck. Steve was already in the bed, making sure the cushion was situated. Bucky hopped in beside him, not making a sound as he unfolded the blanket. How do they move so quickly and quietly? 
Both held out a hand to help you in and you relished in how dark their gazes were as they pulled you in. You hardly had a chance to crawl on the cushion before Steve kissed you, the hidden hunger surfacing as Bucky moved behind you. Fuck, we’re really doing this here. Why did I suggest this? Why didn’t I suggest this sooner?
“Gonna look so pretty with our ink on you,” the blonde said, kissing along your jaw. 
“Almost as pretty as you look when you come on our cocks. That what you need, doll? To get our dicks nice and wet before we leave a mark on you?” the brunette added, his large hands roaming your trembling body. 
“Yes, fuck. Please,” you moaned.
“We need it, too,” Bucky’s mouth against your neck only turned you on more, the need to be ruined consuming you. 
Your hands quickly covered Steve's when he gripped your skirt, pulling you out of your dizzying state for a moment. "Don't you DARE destroy this skirt. It's one of my favorites."
"We'll buy you a new one," Bucky swore, toying with the fabric from behind you. 
"You will not because you are not ruining this one," your tone not giving them a chance to say otherwise. I’m running out of clothes, but I could have worse problems.
"Okay," Steve agreed easily, pushing your skirt up. "Won't destroy this one."
You were about to thank him when he smirked over your shoulder and exchanged a look with Bucky. His metal hand brushed along your covered mound before he gripped the thin material and ripped it away. "Bucky!"
"You said not to destroy your skirt. Not your underwear, which is soaked. Always so wet and ready for us."
Add that to the list of ruined clothes. Why do I bother with underwear?
“But we don’t want you too sore,” Steve said, running a finger along your slit. “So only one cock is filling our sweet pussy.”
You whined because you wanted both of them inside you. “Steve-”
“You can take both our cocks tonight at home. We'll take it slow, doll. Get you nice and stretched out for us," Bucky promised, his voice dripping with desire as Steve slipped a finger in. "Make you beg just a little 'cause it's so fucking pretty when you beg."
You clenched around the digit, trying in vain to feel him deeper. “I should make you both beg for me.”
“We’ll both get down on our knees and beg to have you forever if we have to,” Bucky whispered, unexpected tenderness in his voice given the heated situation.
“Forever,” Steve echoed, his gaze soft as he touched your cheek with his free hand. You almost questioned if something was up when he removed his finger, making you whine. The two of them exchanged a look again before you were manhandled, put on your hands and knees. You scrambled for a moment, practically tearing at Steve’s pants to get his cock out.
“Desperate for us?” he smirked, helping you unbutton his jeans to push them down.
“No more than usual,” you grinned. If they don’t have any shame, why should I?
"Ready for us, doll?" Bucky asked, hearing him shift slightly, likely discarding his pants. "Bet you'll be nice and calm with our come in your greedy holes."
You looked over your shoulder, tightening around nothing as he stroked himself. "You know I will be. So either fuck me or I'll do it myself," you threatened impatiently.
Steve grabbed your chin, careful not to hurt you as he forced you to look at him. "As fun as that would be to watch," he smirked, teasing your lips with the tip of his cock. "Buck's right. You need us to fill you up."
Your eyes slipped shut for a blissful moment as you opened your mouth, Steve's length slowly sliding along your tongue. You wiggled your ass enticingly, your pussy empty and aching. Moaning, you felt Bucky grip a hip as he pressed the head against your wet hole, the cock in your mouth pushing deeper.
"Breathe, sweetheart," Steve gently reminded you as Bucky began to push in. 
You spread your legs a bit wider, making a small sound as you inhaled through your nose. Feeling both of them in you was always satisfying, your body welcoming them home where they belonged. I love them so much. You hollowed out your cheeks as they moved in tandem, already giving you what you needed. They read you so well.
"Holy shit," Steve slid his hand to the back of your head, fucking your mouth in shallow thrusts as you sucked harder. "That's it, sweetheart."
"Pussy's gripping me like a vice, doll. What's got you so excited?" Bucky stretched over your back a bit as they both moved faster, pressure already burning in your core. "That anyone can see us? Or that they'll see that you're ours?"
You could only moan in response, clenching around them. I'm yours. All yours. Want everyone to know. More, please, please. The groans and pants they let out spurred you on, doing your best to take them in as deep as you could.
"Take it," Steve groaned as he worked his hips. "Take everything we give you."
You took every inch as they kept the steady pace, your clit throbbing as they pushed and pulled you between them. You whimpered as they brought you closer to the edge, the pleasure so hot inside you it almost burned you. Feeling Bucky's balls slap against you as he kept up the steady pace, and hearing Steve's pants as he slid across your tongue, wasn't enough. You needed them to give that final push.
"She's close. Squeezing me so fucking hard," Bucky groaned as he leaned over you, grinding deep into you as his hand moved quickly to your front. You nearly screamed around Steve as Bucky's fingers found your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. "Oh, that's it. Fuck, still sound so beautiful with your mouth full. Almost there."
Fuck. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop. Please, make me come.
You managed to meet Steve's gaze as the knot inside you got closer to tightening and snapping, his blue eyes as commanding as his voice when he grunted, "Come for us."
The tension exploded, your body shuddering through your orgasm as you spasmed around Bucky's cock. The breath would've been stolen from your lungs if you weren't choking on Steve. Little whimpers left your throat as you trembled, hearing both men swear as they sped up. You wished it didn’t have to end, but you needed to feel them fill you up.
“Fuck, so fucking good,” Bucky moaned, driving into you until he buried himself to the hilt, spilling hot and thick inside you. "Fuck," he hissed as you milked him, wanting every drop he could give you.
Steve throbbed in your mouth, feeling him harden more, before he stilled and came down your throat. He said you would take everything they gave you and he was right. He gasped as he slid out, sitting back as Bucky managed to keep you from collapsing. It was perfect.
They’re so fucking perfect.
You felt Steve’s lips against yours, giving you a soft and lazy kiss, as Bucky pulled out of you. He helped you stretch out so you could rest a little, all of you smiling as you panted. You were sated, at ease and it was just what you needed.
“So,” you breathed, smiling wide. “That happened.”
“Believe it or not,” Steve smiled a bit. “We needed that, too.”
“For good luck?” you teased.
“Yeah. We’ll call it that,” Bucky said, kissing your forehead before you heard loud footsteps approaching the truck.
Oh, shit.
“What in heavens have you done?!” 
You almost gave yourself whiplash as you sat up, your eyes wide as they locked with a pair of thunderous blue eyes. “Thor?”
You scrambled to make yourself presentable, but the boys made no effort to cover up.
“Shall I ask again?!”
Thor’s booming voice made you cover your mouth. To anyone else, you would’ve looked shocked. Your boys, however, knew at this point that you were trying not to laugh.
“Here’s the thing. We-”
“You defiled her in the back of my truck,” Thor cut Bucky off. 
Yes. Yes, they did.
“Technically, we-” Steve tried to say calmly as he tucked himself away.
“You’ve already desecrated my pool, which I have no issue with,” Thor reminded them. We may revisit that pool. “But here? My sacred vessel?!”
You made a noise similar to a snort as your boyfriends looked at you for help. Tempted to say it was all their idea for looking so sexy. "Please, don't be mad at them. I suggested it. I was feeling antsy about my tattoos and they wanted to help," you explained, your eyes downcast when you finished. "I'm sorry."
"Oh, no, no, no," Thor said quickly, his hands raised in a surrendering gesture as you hid your smile. "I would never be upset with you."
Oh, Thor, you are so screwed if you end up dating a Monroe. She'll turn her doe eyes on you and you'll melt.
"But you two will give this a thorough cleaning," he pointed between your men. "I shall take my bike for the time being."
"Thank you for understanding," you smiled as you lifted your gaze.
"Of course. And I shall see you at the shop. Do not worry. You're in good hands," he promised. "As you are already well aware."
"You're helping us wash this," Bucky said as Thor walked toward his garage. 
"Not a chance," you smirked, nearly jumping when Steve affectionately pinched your side. 
"I'm already thinking of ways you can make it up to us," he said.
You are the man with a plan.
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The gentle noise of the needles and conversations in the Howling Commandos shop made you smile as you waited in your chair. You never expected those sounds to become some of your favorites, but life surprised you. And thanks to the earlier activities and a hearty meal, you felt much more relaxed. 
"How are you so calm?" Mandy demanded, plopping down in the chair across from you. "How?!"
You had to laugh as your shoulders lifted in a casual shrug, not mentioning the pleasant ache between your thighs. "Needles don't bother me, I want these tattoos and I trust them," you recited easily. You had no reason to be nervous, especially since you knew they'd handle you with care.
Mandy narrowed her eyes, leaning forward as she tapped a finger against the armrest. “They fucked you before they opened the shop, didn’t they?”
Might just make it a morning ritual, which it kind of is. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Where?” she asked suspiciously.
“Back of Thor’s truck.”
"Naughty girl. You know he loves his truck,” she shook her head with a grin. “And I can't believe you're letting them ink you without them telling you what they're branding you with.”
"Seriously, why do you make everything they do sound so dirty?"
"Because they are dirty. You have permanent bowleggedness or whatever it's called since they can't keep their dicks out of you," she teased, raising an eyebrow as you began to laugh. She isn't wrong. "Surprised you're not knocked up."
"Not this again," you groaned as your laughter died down, pinching the bridge of your nose. Ever since you moved in with Bucky and Steve, Mandy constantly asked when you were getting married and having babies. You expected it from everyone else, but not your best friend.
In hindsight, I should have. 
"Yes, this again. Have you guys talked about it?"
"We’ve talked a bit about it,” you answered, shifting a bit in your seat. “They both want a future with me and to build a home together. I want that, too. For the time being, we're enjoying living together. Isn't that enough for you?"
"Is it enough for you? You haven't imagined wedding bells or anything like that?" Mandy asked knowingly.
You glanced at the ring finger of your left hand. "Of course, I have," you admitted. You were in love with your boyfriends and you wanted to marry them. The fact that Steve gave love another chance after a failed engagement and Bucky was willing to share his love and a partner with his best friend still made you want to pinch yourself.
I hope they know how much I appreciate them letting me in.
"I fucking knew it!" Mandy yelled loud enough to make the shop go silent. 
"You knew what?" Bucky called back.
"That she's going to marry you and Steve so you can make an honest woman out of her," she smirked as you flipped her off. It didn't bother her in the slightest.
"She'd be making honest men out of us, too," Steve chimed in as Bucky chuckled. 
You swung your head to where your boyfriends were sitting, each of them finishing up with a couple of regular clients. They really do make me throb just by looking at them. How is that possible? And what’s that look they just gave each other?
“It may be your pussy that brings them to their knees, but they’re on my side when it comes to your future.”
“Please, don’t encourage her,” you begged as Mandy grinned proudly. “And worry about your own pussy.”
“That’s my job,” Natasha smirked as she appeared with a glass of water, handing it to you. “And I have to agree that you have nothing to worry about. You’ll love what they came up with.”
“You’ve seen them?” you asked, taking a sip. 
“No, but they discussed them a bit. Minus each other, they want you to be the first to see them.”
“And they’re really going to do her at the same time?” Mandy smirked.
The redhead smirked back at her girlfriend. “They are. Should be quite the show.”
You looked between them suspiciously. “You’re both going to watch?” you asked. You knew Thor wanted to stop by to see them, even though he had the day off, but Nat wanted to see them, too?
“It’s not every day I get to see two of my favorite boys do their favorite girl. Might even tape it.”
Everything is a sex joke with this group. Deviants. All of them. “Who said I was going to let anyone watch? How can I be the first to see them when they’re done if you’re here?”
Mandy gasped at the suggestion that you might not let her stay. “Oh, come on! You held my hand when I got mine and I won’t be able to hold yours, so you can at least let me watch. Please?”
“Of course, you can stay. I was just giving you a hard time, like you give me,” you grinned as she relaxed in her seat. It was nice that she wanted to be there. And Bucky did such a great job with her tattoo, even with how scared she had been. "You invite anyone else?"
"Not Peggy," Mandy coolly replied.
"Be nice," you urged. Peggy didn't come around or bother you. She was usually busy helping Sharon and Briana. You half expected there to be drama after everything with her, along with Grant and Billy, but things were peaceful.
"You be nice. I'll be a bitch."
“That’s enough of that,” Natasha shot Mandy a look. Both of you knew your best friend was still being protective of you. “Clint and Sam want to see. Tony may even swing by.”
“Did you invite everyone?” you asked suspiciously. It seemed a little strange. Why would they all want to see them?
“The boys are excited,” she responded. Her face gave nothing away as she patted your shoulder, so you dropped it. “Relax. They’re almost ready for you.”
I would relax more if I didn’t see Mandy wink at you. What are they up to? And why haven’t they clued me in?
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True to Natasha’s word, Thor, Clint and Sam were all standing nearby chatting a few minutes later. Did they clear their schedules for this? You narrowed your eyes as you looked at your boyfriends. They whispered to each other as their clients paid and left. And for the first time today, they looked nervous.
Are they scared I’m going to hate my tattoos?
You turned your head when the bell above the door rang, your eyebrows shooting up as Tony Stark walked in moments later with a bottle in his hand. He would wear sunglasses in the shop. It somehow worked.
“Didn’t start the party without me, did you?”
“It isn’t a party, Stark,” Natasha reminded him.
“Is that right? I thought we were celebrating,” he smirked, winking over at you. “Not every day these boys are naughty in the back of Point Break’s truck.”
Thor gave you a sheepish look before you could say anything. “I wasn’t going to tell him, but he’s very persuasive.”
“And the worst person to keep a secret. It just happened this morning,” you said, expecting one of the boys to jump in and say something. They were still whispering to each other. “Everything okay?” you called out to get their attention.
The wide eyed looks they gave you almost made you laugh. Almost. “Sorry. You ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you said.
“And I resent that. I can keep a secret,” Tony argued as he set the bottle down at one of the stations. “No drinks until you’re done.”
You got a look at the label as he walked away. It was very expensive. “All that for a couple of tattoos?”
“Let’s get started,” Steve said as Tony opened his mouth, cutting him off.
The antsy feeling began to creep in as Natasha whispered something in Clint’s ear, bringing a devilish grin to his face. Sam appeared to be casual, but there was an excited glint in his eyes. Thor looked like he couldn’t stand still and Mandy…
“Are you crying?” you asked her. She has tears in her eyes. Actual tears.
“Nope. Not crying,” she swore, blinking rapidly as Nat held out her hand for her to take. “Just happy for you.”
“This is weird. You’re all acting weird,” you said as Bucky and Steve took their spots on each side of your chair. They had their machines and stencils nearby, but didn’t say anything about your comment. “Guys, what’s going on?”
“Nothing,” they said at once.
Bull-fucking-shit. “Are you two really that nervous?” you asked. These two had fought side-by-side, in and out of the military, and had seen their share of horrors. They were masters of their craft. They had nothing to fear about this.
Steve nodded slowly. You got a better look at him and saw how pale he was. “Maybe we’re feeling a bit antsy now. At least, I am.”
“I am a bit, too,” Bucky added, leaning over to give you a quick kiss. You noticed that his smile didn’t reach his eyes. “We want it to be perfect. It’s what you deserve.”
You felt small as the words sunk in, briefly reaching out to touch the tops of their hand. Maybe that’s why they wanted everyone here. Moral support was always a good thing. “You have nothing to be nervous about. I told you earlier, I trust you. I’m ready,” you promised. Your wrists were ready to be branded. They were artists and you allowed yourself to become their canvas.
The boys didn’t visibly relax, but you could feel that some of the tension was gone as you looked between them.
“You sure you don’t want to be blindfolded?” Sam joked.
“That’s for the bedroom only,” you teased back, making everyone laugh.
You exhaled as they cleaned your inner wrists with the rubbing alcohol. The cool sensation was almost a sense of false security since you knew you were going to feel at least some degree of pain shortly. The stencils went on next as you stared straight ahead. As tempted as you were to glance down to see them, you refused to look. 
“Since you’re not going to look,” Bucky grinned. “Do you trust where we’re putting these?”
“And from what we see, they’re nice and even,” Steve promised.
“Once again, I trust you,” you told them before they slowly pulled the paper away.
You smiled as Mandy got her phone out to take a picture, waiting patiently as the boys got their machines ready. You really did admire how seriously they took their job for every single client and you were no exception. They ran a clean, safe shop. You were in the best hands.
“Deep breaths,” Bucky softly reminded you once they were ready, checking his machine once more. 
“And try to stay still,” Steve added. They warned you that the lining would likely be the most painful part of the process, with any shading or coloring afterwards hurting less. “If it’s too much, tell us.”
You nodded quickly. Deep breaths. Stay still. If I can take their cocks, I can take a couple of needles.
Though they warned you, the prickling sensation you felt on each wrist almost made you jump. The needles stung, as you expected, but you managed not to make a sound. You could feel their soothing touch through their gloves as they held your lower arms down. It was gentle, intimate and you firmly had to remind yourself not to be aroused.
They already came inside me once today and I don’t need to make a mess on this chair with everyone watching.
The conversations around you were in low tones, likely to put you at ease, and they had varying degrees of smiles on their faces. Even Mandy was unexpectedly silent as she took a couple of photos. You expected her to be a chatterbox, but she was likely being respectful of the boys to not distract them. You appreciated it.
“Doing great, doll,” Bucky praised, even though he didn’t lift his eyes. Steve did for a moment, giving you a tender smile, before he went back to work. And it was so much like them to balance giving you what you needed, which was assurance in different ways.
I love you both.
After a few minutes, the pain faded to a dulling sensation. Maybe it was adrenaline or your body getting used to it. You wouldn’t call a needle piercing your skin a pleasant feeling, but it wasn’t bad. It somehow felt like the right kind of pain. You could easily see why people didn’t stop at one tattoo.
“Still feeling okay?” Steve questioned as you nodded. “Do you need to take a break?”
“I’m fine. No break,” you said. 
Mandy held out her phone to show you the photos. She managed to block out your wrists, or maybe the boys were just shielding them that well. You somehow heard the bell over the needles, surprised to see Loki. He didn’t acknowledge anyone as he silently walked over to Thor.
Ha. Guess he really does like me.
“You ready to look?” Bucky asked as he looked up, both of them clicking their machines off. 
They’re done? How did they do that at the same time? “Yeah, I’m ready.”
“Which one first?” Steve smiled since you still hadn’t looked down. 
Instead of answering his question, you slowly lifted both arms and bent them at the elbow so both of your wrists were in view. So many emotions went through you as you saw them. “Oh, my god.”
On your left wrist was an eight-pointed star with what appeared to be tiny gem embellishments. On the end of each were alternates between tiny moons and suns. On your right wrist was the shape of a heart, but it was made out of multiple flowers. Above the heart were the words “Live Free” with three birds flying together.
“Before we explain what they mean, what do you think of them?” Bucky asked, his voice cracking a little.
“I love them. They’re so beautiful. They’re perfect,” you smiled between them. Their smiles almost blinded you and you knew how much love and care they put into creating these. “Thank you.”
They each gave you a kiss, the sweet feel of their lips even better than normal. You turned your wrists so everyone could see them. Mandy snapped a couple photos, shrieking as she did so.
“Those are gorgeous! You better put these on your wall.”
“Fit for a queen,” Thor said proudly as he admired them. 
Loki rolled his eyes, but a ghost of a smile was there. “Not bad.”
“That means he likes them,” Natasha said as Clint got his phone out. 
“Get together, you three,” he said, holding it up to take a photo
“We still need to wrap her wrists,” Steve argued, but he moved in and smiled so the picture could be taken. 
“Thought that was for the bedroom,” Sam joked, making Bucky laugh as Tony went to pour drinks.
I hope Clint got that in the photo. And where did Tony get the shot glasses from? “Yes, please let them wrap them so they can tell me why they designed these.”
You placed your arms back on the chair so they could apply the ointment and wrap. They went through the aftercare instructions with you before, but you were certain they’d go over them again. It wouldn’t hurt, especially since you didn’t want to do any damage to the beautiful designs they just made.
“Come here, come here,” Mandy said once you were wrapped, grabbing your hands to pull you out of the chair. You almost laughed when she pulled you away from the group, your back to them. “You’re happy?”
“I am. They’re wonderful,” you smiled.
“Not the tattoos,” she said, biting her lip. “You’re happy with them? With Bucky and Steve?”
You nodded slowly. You swore tears were filling her eyes again. “I am. I love them more than anything.”
She sniffled as she hugged you close. “They love you, too, you know? So fucking much." 
You patted her back a little, trying to figure out why she was so emotional. “I know they do. I’m lucky to have them.”
She hugged you tighter, sniffling again. “You’re my best friend and your happiness means the world to me.”
“Yours means the world to me, too,” you promised, leaning back and pushing her back gently by the shoulders so you could look at her. “But why are you being so emotional?”
Instead of speaking, she turned you around. Everyone was facing you, smiling as they held shot glasses in their hands. The only empty hands were Bucky and Steve’s, but they stood side-by-side with smiles as they gazed at you.
“What’s going on?” you questioned as you took a step forward.
Steve cleared his throat. “People have said at times that Buck and I are different, like night and day. The moon and the sun. So if we’re the moon and the sun, that makes you our star,” he explained as you glanced down at your left wrist.
“And your heart was one the things that drew us to you,” Bucky said as you lifted your gaze. His blue eyes had an extra shine to them as he smiled at you. “You reminded us of a flower. We got to watch you blossom into who you are and you’re a new beginning for both of us. You make us feel free.”
They stepped forward in sync, each reaching for your hand before they dropped to one knee. 
Wait. Are they… “Oh, my God,” you whispered.
“You’re our star, our heart and a piece of us we never want to be without,” Bucky told you, a tear falling from his eye. “You taught me how to love and not to be afraid of it, even for a second.”
“And you taught me to love again and to fight like hell to hang onto it,” Steve said proudly. 
You almost burst into tears as Bucky removed a box from his pocket. “Our friends have always been our family, but you are our home.”
You couldn’t stop the tears at that point, letting them spill freely as you smiled down at them. 
Bucky held up the box as Steve opened it, the three entwining bands shining in the light. You couldn't tell where one began and the other two ended. It was unbreakable. “We love you with everything we have,” the brunette swore.
“And always will,” the blonde added.
“Will you be our wife?” they asked together, both looking up at you with hope and love in their eyes. You knew in that moment you would forever be their first world. 
A watery laugh came out as you nodded. “Yes!”
"Against her better judgment she said 'yes'," Tony affectionately announced. "Drink!"
You heard Mandy burst into tears as Bucky slipped the ring on your finger, everyone cheering and downing their shot. None of it registered as you dropped to your knees, framing Bucky’s face to kiss him deeply. You let out another small, happy laugh before doing the same to Steve. You felt their arms wrap around you in a tight hug as you kept crying.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Steve chanted in a whisper.
“Love you so fucking much, doll,” Bucky sniffled, smiling as he kissed your temple. “Or should we start calling you Blossom?”
You laughed again as you felt both of them begin to wipe your tears away. “I like Blossom,” you said, looking at the ring on your left hand. That explained everything. Your boys being nervous, why Mandy was so emotional and why everyone was there. They were all welcoming you home. Your beautiful tattooed bastards were your home.
Because like the new tattoos on your wrist, they had a permanent place in your heart. 
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In The After
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.4k
Warnings: angst, being fearful of hydra, fluff at the end
Request by anon: Endgame in finding the stones while steve is in  the 1970s snuck into sheild he did find a past y/n who works for peggy as her first escape from hydra he wanted to interact but he knew she dosent know him yet there . After bruce snapped including the last fight as the portal emerge with the wakanda king t'challa his sister shuri and more y/n came out of the portal and joined him in battle. Post battle sadly tony sacrificed himself and a quiet funeral post endgame both settle down as steve returned the stones . Its all peaceful ....till they got news zemo escaped and bucky had to get him for help 
Summary: Steve is heartbroken after the big prize fight with Thanos on Wakanda. He didn't think he could ever get as low as he did when he lost Bucky the first time. Now he's lost his best friend and his girlfriend. Until Scott Lang comes up with a solution that might fix everything.
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Squares Filled: time travel (2021) for @avengersbingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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Steve’s not sure when the last time he smiled was. Almost everyone he loves is either dead or gone. Tony is missing. You and Bucky are dusted. Sam is missing. T’Challa and Wanda are dusted. Vision was murdered. Clint is missing. Scott is missing. The only people still left are Natasha, Bruce, and Thor.
Nat sees the heartbreak in his eyes whenever he thinks about you and the life you two could have had. Things were just starting to get good with you and Thanos came and ruined it all. Someone who thought he was above everyone else and thought he could wield so much power took what he wanted and left. He doesn’t know where the hell he is but they have scanners looking for him--deep space scanners.
Steve had his life practically laid out for him. He knew where he was going and where he wanted to go. He had you by his side but now you’re gone. His best friend. The love of his life. Vixen. His partner in this Cat and Mouse game you two love playing. There is a support group for people who lost their loved ones in the Snap, and he goes to it regularly thinking it will help him get over you.
It doesn’t.
If it does anything, it reminds him that you’re not by his side. He wouldn’t be here if Thanos didn’t dust you. Maybe he had control over who got dusted and who didn’t or maybe he didn’t have control but all he knows is that three of his best friends are gone and he doesn't know if they are coming back. Five years of wishing they were by his side, to wake up and see your face. Five years of pain and agony of losing hope every time he tried to gain it back.
That is until Scott Lang came back from wherever he was and provided Steve with a plan—a plan to bring everyone back. Steve thought Scott was dusted. Turns out, he was stuck in the Quantum Realm after trying to get particles for Hope’s mother. Five years is a long time to be stuck somewhere but for Scott, it was five hours.
Time works differently in the Quantum Realm, the kind of time that is gonna bring everyone back.
Tony was convinced to help once he was promised that he was going to keep what he gained in the last five years. He married Pepper and had a beautiful daughter. If bringing people back means losing what he has now, he isn’t going to help. However, he thinks he can do it while still keeping his family. Natasha, Clint, Steve, Bruce, Rocket, and Scott were all for the plan. All Steve thought about was you and the thought of bringing you back.
Thor took some convincing because he fell into a deep depression. Thanos took everything from him and caused him so much pain. He stopped taking care of himself and really embraced the darkness. Still, the thought of seeing his family again is what made him want to do this.
What’s left of the Avengers stand on the new platform that will allow them to travel back in time. Tony, Steve, Bruce, and Scott go back to the attack on New York to grab three stones, Nat and Clint go to Vormir for the soul stone, Nebula and Rhodey go to Morag to get the power stone, and Thor and Rocket go to Asgard to get the reality stone.
Steve did his part and managed to grab the mind stone after fighting his 2012!self. Bruce had to convince the Ancient One to give up the time stone, but he got it in the end. Tony and Scott had the space stone in their hands only to lose it by 2012!Hulk smashing the place up. 2012!Loki escaped but that seems like someone else’s problem.
With no space stone in hand, Steve and Tony were at a loss for words. It’s either getting the stone or going home. They can’t do both. Scott panics for the fate of his friends until Tony realizes there is another year that has the space stone and more particles to get home. Scott exercised caution but Steve and Tony travelled back to the 1970s not knowing if they were going to make it back home.
Steve is in charge of getting more particles while Tony is on Tesseract duty. The only place that would have both at the same time is the camp where Steve trained in the 40s. Steve and Tony took the elevator down to the lower levels with Steve going to one end and Tony to the other. Steve has to lure Hank Pym away from his office to steal four more particles, and he gets the hell out of there as soon as he’s done.
Down the hall are some officers who are talking to a woman Steve and Tony saw on the elevator, and Steve dips into the closest office he can find to prevent his cover from being blown. He won’t dare leave Tony behind even though it’d be very easy. Plus, he needs to give Tony some more particles so he can come home, too.
Steve waits for the officers to pass by before leaving, but he stops short when he sees a picture of him on the desk. Not just any picture, a picture of him when he was in training… before the serum. The only person who would have this is Peggy, and he spots her in the next room over talking to someone. Man, she looks different. She looks the same but the years haven’t been kind to her. He sees a ring on her finger and is content that she found someone to spend her life with.
He’s moved on from her and is about to leave when the person she’s talking to comes into view. Tears brim the surface of his eyes at the sight of you. It’s been so long since he’s seen your face. Damn, you look so much younger… more vulnerable… broken. How the hell are you here? By 1970, you were still under Hydra’s control. He thought their base of operations was in Europe. Why are you here in the States?
Peggy turns to you and says something to which you nod apprehensively. Whereas before you were confident and strong, you are timid and angry now. You’re unsure of yourself or the decisions you’re making. You look at the desk which is overflowing with papers when you become rigid. You lift your head but your eyes don’t quite make it to the window. It’s like you can sense someone is watching you.
Steve should get the hell out of here.
Peggy hands you some files off the desk and asks you to file them away. You take them with a sigh and leave the room. Okay, now Steve should get the hell out of there before he runs into you. He’s about to when he hears the door creak open.
“Who the hell are you?” Steve whips around to face you. He expected you to be pissed but you’re terrified. You’re in fear. Why? “I asked you a question.”
“Y/N…”
“How do you know who I am?”
“This is kind of hard to explain,” he chuckles nervously. “I’m not from around here.” Something snaps inside of you that causes you to lash out. You charge at Steve and send a deadly blow to his face. He falls to the ground, not expecting this punch. “Wait! Y/N!”
You take out your knife from your thigh holster and swipe at Steve. He slams onto Peggy’s desk, knocking the picture of him to the ground. He doesn’t have anything to shield himself with, and if he lands wrong, the Pym particles in his pocket will get crushed. Whenever you swipe at him, he slaps your hand away, and he kicks at your knees which causes you to crumble to the ground. Your knife goes flying out of your hands and across the room. You’re a much better fighter than this; well, the version he knows is.
“Stay the hell away from me!” you gasp. “I am not going back to them!”
“I’m not with Hydra--”
“I don’t care! I am not going back to them.”
You get up and leave the room. Steve should leave and get back to Tony but he has to make this right with you. He makes sure the Pym particles are good before chasing after you.
“Y/N!” You don’t stop trying to get away from him. “Vixen!”
That causes you to halt in your steps. A panic attack starts creeping up your throat as you turn to face him with fearful eyes.
“Where did you hear that name if you’re not from Hydra?” Steve opens his mouth but nothing comes out. “Did Bucky send you?”
“No, I’m not with Hydra.” Steve cuts himself off because he can see the damage he’s doing to you. You escaped Hydra to be free and he’s only pushing your mind back further into yourself. “I’m sorry.”
He turns and leaves you alone in the hallway. You look around to make sure no one else is coming before scurrying off. Steve meets Tony on ground level, and the two of them head back to their own time with everyone else… except Natasha. She never made it back. She gave her life for the soul stone, a much-needed sacrifice in order to obtain it.
With all the stones back in one room, Bruce took it upon himself to snap since he was the one who had the most exposure to gamma radiation. It almost took his arm off, but it seemed to work. However, that moment wasn’t meant to last forever because the unthinkable happened. Thor killed Thanos from their world, but they didn't expect Thanos from the past to make an appearance.
One of the biggest battles of their lifetime started and ended with Thanos. It was even bigger than the one in Wakanda. Thanos vs. the Avengers: Part II. Just when it was looking like the Avengers were going to lose again, Dr. Strange and every sorcerer used their magic and brought everyone back together. Sam, Peter, the Guardians, T’Challa, Wanda, Hope, every fallen soldier who lost their lives, and two of the most important people to Steve: you and Bucky.
The growing number of Avengers vs the growing number of Thanos’ army was unmatched but you gave it your all. You tapped into Vixen one last time to help aid in the fight as much as Bucky used his skills as the Winter Soldier. A battle isn’t a battle without some casualties, and this one took the biggest of all.
Natasha didn’t make it back from the first part of the mission, and Tony didn’t survive the last part.
His death brought down Thanos’ army within seconds, causing them to dust away into the sky. His death took a toll on everyone who fought alongside him, especially Pepper and Morgan. Once the dust has settled and you’re given time to fucking breathe, the first person you go running to is Steve. He catches you in his arms as you kiss him like you haven’t in a decade.
“I fucking missed you,” you whisper against his lips.
“You have no idea,” Steve smiles.
Tony was given a proper funeral a couple of weeks after the big battle once the area was cleaned. The Avengers compound might very well be destroyed without hope of rebuilding, but it doesn’t matter where you live. You’re all Avengers and will come together if and when the time is needed.
“It’s been a long five years without you,” Steve confesses.
You two are on the pier across the lake just to have a moment alone. Pepper encouraged everyone to stay and mingle but she and Morgan took time to themselves in the house where no one else was allowed.
“I wish it didn’t have to happen at all. For me, I was there one second and gone the next. When I came back, I was shocked to learn five years had passed. You must have been so lonely.”
“It was hard. I went low.”
“How did you guys manage to get us back?”
“We tracked down Thanos after it happened but he had already used the stones again to destroy them. He claims he broke them down to their atoms so that no one could ever use them again. Thor killed him which put us at a loss. We were lost for five years until Scott came back and gave us the idea to time travel.
“To put a long story short, I ended up in 1970 with Tony to grab the Tesseract. I saw you there. I swear I was going to leave but you confronted me about being with Hydra and attacked me. You were so lost, so broken. I knew by talking to you I was damaging you, so I left.”
“Yeah, that was the first time I ever escaped Hydra. I ended up in the UK where I met Peggy. She took pity on me and flew me to the States to work with her and SHIELD. It was all for nothing since Hydra found me a few months later. I was scared and confused, and I didn’t know who I was then. It makes sense I’d lash out at you. I didn’t want to go back.”
Steve reaches over and grabs your hand.
“Living those five years without you was hell, and I can’t do that again. I missed you too goddamn much.”
“I’m here now,” you smile and move closer to him. “I don’t ever plan on leaving again.”
“You know, in those five years, all I could think about was the things I never got to say to you. The things I never got to prove to you. I promised myself that if I ever got the chance, I’d ask you one important question.” Steve takes out a small box from his pocket and opens it to reveal a beautiful golden band with a diamond in the middle of it. On either side of the diamond are three smaller diamonds that make it look elegant and vintage. It reminds you of the ring your mother had. “You’re the love of my life. I don’t know where I’d be without you. Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” you giggle without hesitation.
Steve takes the ring out of the box and slides it onto your left ring finger. It’s simple, beautiful, and has everything you need. Steve is your home away from home, and you can’t wait to finally start living your life the way you want it.
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