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BROKEN SILVER LININGS: Chapter One
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Chapter Summary: You’ll never forget the look on Steve’s face when he saw Peggy at the SHIELD base back in 1960s. A part of his heart still beats for her so when Steve goes to return the infinity stones to their time line, you push for him to go to her. Even if that means it’s the last time you see him.
Themes: dark themes (character mourning, dissociation, dehydration, starvation), angst
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“I think you should go to her,” you finally tell Steve as he stares at you from the driver side of the car.
He’s been asking you what was wrong since you got into the car with him. It was time for him to return all of the stones back to their rightful place.
And there was a thought stuck rattling in your head since you woke up this morning. You woke up earlier than Steve did, which was absolutely unheard of.
You were surprised you were awake so early. You and the team had fought Thanos’ army yesterday so you should have been exhausted. But something kept you from sleeping.
You turned around in Steve’s arms, sighing when you press your hands onto his bare chest. Your eyes drift down to his bruised ribs back up to his relaxed face as he slept.
Even when he was sleeping, his features were strong. The sight made you remember the look on his face when he saw Peggy in the lab next to her office.
That was the first time he saw Peggy in decades. The two of you stayed there to avoid being caught by authorities when Steve noticed his picture on a desk.
And by complete coincidence, you chose to hide in Peggy’s office. The love of his life.
You knew how much he loved Peggy. But he had to come to terms with the fact that he missed his window.
So he stopped talking about her but he still kept a picture of Peggy in his wallet. Right next to yours.
Now he had a chance to be with her. And you knew he would come back to you despite that chance because he loves you and he’s a loyal man.
Deep down, the two of you knew he wasn’t in love with you because he was still in love with Peggy.
So it needed to be you to push him to do what he couldn’t before. Choose himself.
“Go to who, baby?” He asks, his face pressed to concerned frown. “To Peggy,” you said softly. “Doll,” he starts but you interrupt him.
“I love you, Steve. And I know you. I know that you don’t talk about her anymore because you thought that seeing her again was impossible. But look around us, Steve. We did the impossible. You have a second chance and I want you to take it.” You explained, holding his gaze.
His face fell at your words and you reached over to turn the car off, taking the keys.
“I don’t understand.. How long have you had this in your head? That I would leave you for someone who’s in my past?”
“A past that you’re going to visit in an hour.” You correct. “How long?” He repeats, readjusting in his seat.
“Since Tony’s funeral,” “My God, Y/N.” He rubs a hand over his face.
“She’s the love of your life, Steve. Are you really going to pass up that kind of opportunity? You only find that kind of love once. And I’m.. really grateful that I had the chance to be loved by you.” He takes in your words a moment and shook his head.
Taking your hand into his, he pulled you closer to the middle console.
“Stop talking like I’m already gone. You are the love of my life,” “You don’t have to lie to me to protect my feelings, Steve.”
Tears brimmed in your eyes at the word gone.
“It’s going to hurt but it’s for the best,” you sniffled, moving your hand away from him but he tightened his grip.
“You still keep her picture in your wallet. I know that when we were in her office and you saw her, that your heart skipped a beat.. you’ve never looked at me like that.” You reasoned, wiping a tear trailing down your cheek.
“Baby, please don’t do this.”
“If I don’t push you, you won’t choose yourself. You deserve to be selfish. You deserve the life that Tony was telling you about, Steven.”
You pulled away from him, you opened the car door taking a deep breath of the crisp, fall air.
Your tears were free falling, trailing down your neck ultimately staining your shirt.
He climbed out of the car and desperately trailed after you.
“I’ll drive the car back to the apartment. I’ll take care of everything on this end-“
“Stop,” he closes the distance between you and you took a few steps away from him.
You tried to speak again but he tells you to stop. He waits until you ceased your backpedaling to fully embrace you.
“Just stop, doll. Please don’t break my heart like this.” He says softly, holding your face in his hands.
“I don’t have a choice. You won’t do it for yourself.” “You’re right. I won’t do it,”
“Go to her. Please, for me, Stevie.” you croaked, falling into his chest as soft sobs bubbled in your throat.
You mumbled a please and he blinks away a few tears, trying to remain level headed.
“I’ll call Banner and tell him Scott needs to return the stones.” He says.
“No. No, you’re going to return the stones.” You pulled away from his chest to look up at him.
“I can’t leave you like this,”
“Swear to me.. on your mother’s grave, Steve.” you said flatly, stepping out of his embrace. You felt sick to your stomach but most of all, you felt tired.
“Okay,” he whispers while a few tears fell down his cheeks. Your sleepless eyes met his and you gave him a nod.
He forced himself to stay in place while he watched you walk back to the car but called your name when your hand touched the handle.
You stopped in your tracks and he came over to you, holding your face in his hands once again and kissed you warmly.
His thumb caressed the apple of your cheek and your body relaxed against his as he pressed your back flushed against the car.
Each time you tried to pull away, he followed your lips. He told himself that if he didn’t let you pull away that you won’t leave.
By the time he stopped kissing you, your lips were sensitive to the touch.
Your chest heaved with deep breaths, gripping his Henley for dear life as you stared up at him.
Your heart beats moved in synchrony the longer you held his gaze. Neither of you said anything.
Truth be told, you said everything you needed to say.
Steve wanted to stay because he loves you. You wanted him to leave because you love him.
And there was nothing either of you could say to each other change that.
**
Curled up in Steve’s side of the bed, softly inhale his woodsy, pine body wash from the sheets.
Each time you slowly blink, a stream of tears left your eyes.
You could hear your phone vibrating from where you had left it on the kitchen counter.
You had to silence your phone altogether because Steve kept calling you every two minutes once you left the compound in his car.
You knew he wanted you to say you were sorry and to take back everything you said about finding the life Tony told him about.
What he hadn’t told you was that Tony mentioned you when he said that.
He said that the love you and Steve had was just like the love him and Pepper had. Truth was, Steve had been wanting to ask you about kids for a while.
But he didn’t want to pressure you into it because you were still young.
To Steve, you still had your life ahead of you. You were 27.
Sure women were having kids younger than that in his time but times have changed.
Everything has changed. So of course a part of him wanted to go back to his time because it was familiar. But his time didn’t have you.
You had been in and out of sleep for most of the day. When you slept, you dreamt of Steve. And when you were awake, you thought of Steve.
Your eyes became dry as your mind separated itself from your body, disassociating to a place where you were the love of Steve’s life.
Bringing his hoodie up to your nose, more tears pricked your eyes.
You were worried that you would run out of tears before you had a chance to truly mourn him.
You didn’t think it was possible for you to love someone so much.
“What do you think, Buck?” Steve asks, watching his best friend blow out a long exhale.
“I think it takes a special kind of woman to let go of someone they love so they can be happy.” Bucky explains.
“She seemed.. serious. She hasn’t been answering my calls. I don’t know. It’s like..”
“A part of you is waiting for her to call you back,” Bucky finishes.
“Yeah,” “Listen, man. I’m sure Scott won’t mind if you called him up,” he explains. “She made me swear to on my mom’s grave, man.”
“I can only imagine how tough a choice this is. But whatever you decide, I’ll take care of her.” Bucky consoles and Steve relaxed a bit.
For as long as Steve could remember, he processed things in black and white. But for the first time in his life, he was living in the gray.
**
Your eyes grew strained the longer they fixated on a dot on the ceiling. Your eyes fluttered closed when the pressure behind them became unbearable.
Little did you know that Bucky had been by your apartment door trying to talk to you.
When he was met by silence, he chose to respect your space. He came back every day at 12:00 o’clock sharp.
By day two, he was getting concerned because there was no sign of life in the apartment. But he was give you some grace because you were mourning.
However he told himself that by the end of week, if nothing changed he would break the door down.
Today was the seventh day.
“Y/N, are you okay?” Bucky asks through the door. His voice became white noise like everything else.
He waits a few seconds before kicking the door down.
“Y/N?” He calls, his voice echoing throughout your apartment. His heart sank when he didn’t hear a heartbeat.
Rushing into the bedroom, his eyes widened as they fell to your unconscious body.
He brought a finger under your nose to check if you were breathing and the longer he stood next to you is when he heard your faint heartbeat.
Panic rose in his chest when he tried to lift your head up and your neck fell limp in his hands.
“Oh my God,” he ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower in cold water. Taking your body into his arms with one hand under your arms and one arm under your legs, he walks you into the bathroom.
He steps into the shower and sets you in between his legs, laying you underneath the frigid water careful to push your hair out of the way.
“Come on, Y/N.” He pleads, watching your face attentively but there was no expression.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t come in here sooner, doll. Please wake up.” He adds, rubbing the sides of your arms.
A sigh of relief left his lips when you started to stir against his chest.
“Oh thank God,” he breathes. “Hm? What’s.. what’s going on?” Your mouth felt dry as you tried to speak.
“‘S cold, James.” You curled into chest as he continued to rub your arms.
“I-I’m sorry.” He pulls away from you and turned off the shower.
You called him James out of respect because you noticed only people close to him called him Bucky. You haven’t seen him unless there was a huge fight that needed everyone’s help.
So you figured you had to earn the right to call him that.
He left the bathroom and came back with fleece blanket. He murmured for you lean forward so he could wrap the blanket around you.
He didn’t bother asking if you could stand, he took you into his arms again and walked you out of the door, kicking it closed with his foot.
In that moment you noticed the wooden door frame splintering around the inner edges.
A piece of wood was just barely hanging on by a shred, moving from the air of Bucky walking past it.
As much as you wanted to ask what happened to the door, you barely had enough energy to keep your eyes open- let alone talk.
“Steve,” you murmur, groaning when the throbbing behind your eyes started once again.
“Don’t worry about that right now. I’m taking you the hospital,” he answered but you couldn’t help but notice some of your neighbors staring at you with wide eyes and others with their phones brought up to their ears.
Others were recording Bucky carrying you down their hallway.
What the hell happened?
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angrythingstarlight · 10 months
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Baker!Bucky hitting on Peach, despite her being a sure thing: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRKYtuGK/
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Baker!Bucky has a filthy mouth yet he's somehow still shy. He will spout off the most inappropriate, raunchy joke and have the nerve to blush like you're the one who came on to him.
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Pairing: Chubby!Baker Bucky x Reader with a side of baker!Steve vs Honey.
WC: Less than 900
AN: Written on my phone. Unbeta'd.
↬Sweeter Than Sugar Masterlist
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Bucky has been leaning on your shoulder for the better part of an hour now. He’s five drinks in and feeling good. He’s also completely ignoring the rest of the table. Which is too bad.
While he’s staring at you and reverently stroking your hair, he’s missing the way Steve is glaring at Honey.
And the fiercely relentless way she’s glaring right back.
Neither have said a word since they both sat down. You bet Wanda 20 bucks that they’re going to hook up in the bathroom before the night’s over.
“Peach,” Bucky whispers in your ear, his lips brushing over your skin as his words slur together. “You’re so pretty. And soft. And pretty.”
You hum in response, distracted by what's happening between your friends, eyes widening when Steve slams his drink down and stands. Honey pushes her chair back, planting her hands on the table, meeting his gaze with a sneer.
Bucky says your name again. “You wanna know why you’re my favorite donut?” He mumbles, nuzzling your neck, his soft beard grazes your shoulder.
Did he just call you a—”
What?" Tearing your gaze from the silent, intriguing drama unfolding across the other side of the table, you stare at Bucky with blatant amusement.
He gives you a dopey grin, his round cheeks lifting as the corners of his eyes crinkle. So damn pleased hes finally gotten your attention on him.
“Is ‘cause you look so good when you’re all glazed and creamed filled, Peach.” He tops off his audacious statement with a kiss on your shoulder.
“Excuse me?” You choke on air, coughing slightly. You tamp down a laugh, clearing your throat. Heat fans up your chest and you discreetly glance around the table, grateful all the attention is still on Steve and Honey. “Bucky, you can’t say things like that in public. People might hear you.”
He shrugs, his hand slides down your side and grabs your thigh, squeezing once before his fingers slip between them.
“So juicy and sweet,” he groans, his head lolling on your shoulder. “I ever tell ya that love eating you. I can do it for hours. Hours Peach. S’good.”
“Bucky, you also can’t talk about me being juicy and sweet.” You clamp your hand around his wrist, stopping him before he reaches his target.
His disappointed sigh sends another pulse of laughter up your throat, this one spilling out before you can stop it.
“Peach, that’s mine,” he gently reprimands, frowning at your hand. “Ya can’t keep her from me, ya know she needs me.” Bucky lifts his head, a deep flush sweeps up his cheeks as he blinks, his bleary blues focusing on you. A brief moment of clarity slips through his drunken haze. “And why are you talkin’ about her in public?”
“Me? You’re the one who was going on about turning me into a creamed-filled donut?” You tease, tapping his nose with your finger.
“Peach—”
You kiss him, his words tapering off into a content moan, his thumb brushes across your cheek. The sweet cherry whiskey on his tongue drifts across you. You love the way he tastes and you lean into him, greedily deepening the kiss until he's all you can feel.
“Later,” you promise, nipping his bottom lip before pulling back. You look up just in time to see that Steve is walking off. Honey is going after him. You can’t hear what she said, but now she's backing up and Steve is going after her.
Oblivious to everything but you, Bucky slips his free arm around your side.
“Okay,” he grumbles under his breath, his hand slowly creeping up your thigh. You grab his wrist and he lets out a soft, mournful why followed by an even sadder give her back when you push it over to where you have his other hand trapped.
“Later.” You squeeze his wrists, keeping them in place. It's hard to keep the smile off your face when he exhales through his nose, his lips forming a barely there pout. "I mean it."
Bucky goes silent, slumping in his seat. You turn your attention back to Honey, who’s halfway across the room. Steve is a step behind her.
Oh, it’s about to go—your thoughts screech to a grinding halt because Bucky isn't done with you.
Lips graze your ear.
He escapes your grasp.
Thick fingers flex and dig into your thighs.
“Hey, Peach. Peeeeach,” he whispers loudly, shifting closer. "Did–did I tell ya why you're my favorite donut?"
Arching a brow, your eyes cut to him. “Cause I look good when I'm glazed and creamed filled?” You dryly intone with a smirk.
Your mouth drops open in disbelief as your drunk boyfriend gasps and looks around. His blush deepens and spreads across his shocked face until his cheeks are a fiery red. “Peach. Please. You can’t say stuff like that here." His scandalized tone lowers and he leans in with a hopeful grin. “You do though. I'll do that to you. If you want me to. Or I can just eat you. Unless you want me to fill you up and then eat—”
"We should go," you laugh. Giving one last look at Steve storming after his girl, you send a quick text to Wanda to tell you everything.
Bucky continues his hrny yet sweet ramblings. By the time you’ve dragged him out of the bar, he’s described thirty-six different ways he can glaze you, fill you, and eat you.
Each one is more interesting than the last and you’re making mental notes to remember everything he’s saying.
Sober Bucky is going to enjoy all of drunk Bucky’s naughty fantasies.
So will you.
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afriendlyblackhottie · 5 months
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In Between
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Description: of course you’d come to them if your boyfriend wasn’t treating you right. They were your best friends after all. You weren’t expecting them to take advantage of the situation though.
Tags: minors dni, smut, oral (female receiving), edging, dubcon (better safe than sorry), if I missed any please let me know 😭
(A/N: Omg I’m finally just gonna put it out I’ve been writing this on and off for so long lmao still not edited though cuz fuck the grammar police hahaha I hope you all like it. Please like, follow, and reblog with a comment 💜✌🏾)
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“He wouldn’t what?” Bucky asked with a look of bewilderment on his face about what you had just told him.
Maybe you were doing the most by spilling things, but what can you say, you were upset. Had just walked in on your boyfriend with someone else after he’d told you over and over again that nothing had been going on. To say you were in your feelings was an understatement.
It wasn’t like things hadn’t been on and off for a long time anyway but this was the final straw. You were so sick of him doing this to you. Of him lying to your face.
Telling you that you’re the only one and that he was serious about you. Honestly you really should have known be would have turned out to be a player. The worst part was that it seemed like you were never the one to get off. Felt like you’d wasted your time. Probably why you were spilling everything to The Winter Solider.
It was almost like things were coming out as word vomit. Secrets spilling from your mouth that you hadn’t even told Natasha as they were too embarrassing.
Except he was sitting there acting like he really cared and clearly you needed that. Even more so when you started to say way too much.
“I know, right!” You scoffed. Thinking about the way he’d treated getting you off like some kind of chore.
Honestly you should have dumped him after the first time he said to you, ‘I don’t eat pussy.’
“So he never?” Bucky asked with a raised eyebrow.
You shook your head, sniffling. He looked so taken aback.
“That’s bullshit,” Bucky said once again with a scoff. Eyes trailing all over your body. Thinking to himself what an idiot your ex was for not appreciating what he had. “Aw, Honey,” he cooed, grabbing your hand when he noticed you tearing up.
As if you should be wasting tears on that asshole.
“I’m sorry,” you sniffled some more. “I don’t even know why I’m upset right now. He’s not even worth it.”
Well, he was happy that you knew that.
“It’s okay,” he replied. “You know I’m right here.”
You nodded as he leaned forward to pull you into a hug. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Needing to melt into him as the vulnerability hit you like a freight train.
“Thanks, Bucky,” you managed to say, pulling away so you could look at him. “Steve’s so lucky to have someone like you.”
Bucky glanced down at your lips. Wondering what Steve would say if he even saw the two of you in this position. You needing a shoulder to cry on as he wished he could comfort you in the way he wanted to.
Not like Steve wouldn’t understand. He saw the way his boyfriend looked at you.
“Yeah well, Steve’s stuck with me so…”
You chuckled stopping to wipe your eyes. Bucky gently placed a hand on your cheek so he could do the same. Thumbing away the droplets.
“Wish I could find a great guy like you. Hell like either of you. Seems like I’m only ever getting into relationships with assholes.”
That kind of sparked something in his chest. Hearing you say that. Sitting here spilling his heart out to him.
“Oh yeah?” He asked. “Well you know I think you deserve better.”
You smiled and wiped your eye. “Thanks, James.”
“It’s okay,” he said, finally reaching out to give you a hug. Seeing that you clearly needed it. “You know I’m always here for you.”
“I know,” you whimpered. Honestly you didn’t even know who else to come to besides him and Steve. They’d really done so much for you after they’d moved in. Sure you kind of had to get used to living next door to the superhero couple, but so far they’d kept you pretty safe.
It was super convent. Hadn’t had to walk any groceries up to your place in months either. Seemed like the two of them were always there to take care of whatever you needed. Took such good care of you. Always.
So how did you think Bucky was going to feel when he heard that your ex hadn’t been. As if any man wouldn’t be happy to have a face full of pussy. Especially yours. Honestly what a fucking idiot. Even the idea of getting a taste was making him feel things he normally didn’t.
“I can’t believe he wouldn’t eat you out, though,” he laughed. “What a- why didn’t you say anything.”
“I don’t know!” You laughed too, pulling away. “I just… I don’t know…”
“It’s okay. We’ll just find you someone that’s going to take care of you right.”
Once again you laughed and honestly he was just happy to see it. Hated having to see you cry. Especially over some bullshit like a man that couldn’t even pleasure you properly. Why cry over him when Bucky could be making you smile.
“You’ve got such a cute little laugh,” he complimented. Not like it wasn’t something he did a lot.
Him and Steve both did. Always wanting to let you know how beautiful they thought you were. Thought they’d just been doing it as your friends, but Bucky just couldn’t deny his attraction forever. Look at you.
Even crying you were one of the prettiest girls he’d ever seen. Had gotten all dolled up for an asshole that didn’t deserve it. Makeup creeping down your face. Fuck. You shouldn’t have to waste such a look.
You let another one of those giggles, looking down and using your shoulder to rub away a tear. Bucky leaned forward so he could place his hand underneath your chin. Lifting your head up. “Honestly, Doll,” he started, “you might be the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“You’re just saying that,” you sniffled.
“No, I mean it. You know I do.“
“Bullshit,” you replied.
“I really do,” he said. “Why do you think Steve and I have to take care of you so much. Pretty thing like you shouldn’t have shit to worry about.”
Inside your heart felt like it could stop. He just looked so handsome as he spoke. Had recently gotten a haircut so he looked even better. Fresh faced. Even in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt he looked hot.
Not like you hadn’t thought about him or Steve before. Knew they were both bisexual so it wasn’t like they wouldn’t ever be interested in you but still it always felt like such a long shot. They were your best friends. You weren’t supposed to be thinking about them at night when you touched yourself. Especially when you had a boyfriend.
And they were from a different time. Actual gentleman back in the day from what you gathered. Wanted their women in the home and spoiled.
Sometimes the idea of it sounded kind of nice. Having a man dote on you. Then you had two of them really, really interested in your well being. Of course you were going to crush a little but you didn’t want to cross any lines.
“I don’t even know what I’d do without you both,” you said.
“Hey, that’s how we feel about you. Who else is going to cook for us and make sure our place is tidy when we’re gone.”
You chuckled. “You make me sound like a housewife.”
Bucky shrugged. “I mean… it’s a good look on you. Could see that.”
“Well, I mean, I’d have to find a guy first.”
“I mean… maybe you already have,” he said.
“What?” You asked with a chuckle. “Bucky, I-,”
“I know,” he cut you off. “But, can I be honest?”
“Okay…”
“You know how much I love having you around and I-,”
“What about Steve?” You asked him. “I can’t just… I can’t just do that to him.”
“We’ll worry about him later,” he replied, stroking your cheek, making you look at him. Finally placing a kiss on your lips.
You quickly pulled away with a gasp. “Bucky, we can’t… he’s my…”
“Shhh, don’t worry about, Steve, Baby,” he tried to assure you, your eyes hitting his. Something about his gaze making you feel warm on the inside.
“I- no we can’t just…”
“Yes we can,” Bucky said. “It’s okay.”
And as bad as you wanted to keep fighting him. For some reason you just couldn’t. As Bucky pulled you close so that he could go back to kissing you.
Fuck his lips did feel good. And everything with your now ex. You were vulnerable. You wanted to feel wanted.
But, Steve…
“Don’t worry about Steve, Baby,” Bucky whispered in your ear again. “Focus on me.”
Bucky’s fingers went under your dress. Gripping your thighs. A curl in his lip. Fuck he was so pretty.
He slowly pushed you down. Climbing on top of you so he could really take control. Pushing your legs up so that he could get in between them. Kissing you more before you could protest.
Bucky was getting his fucking taste. Just because your stupid little boyfriend didn’t want to taste it, didn’t mean he didn’t want to. He was getting it.
“Fuck!” You gasped as he started kissing your collarbone. No longer thinking about your ex or his boyfriend.
Felt good to have you right where he wanted you. Finally. It had taken him this goddamn long.
You laid back as Bucky got on his knees. Placing a kiss on one of your knees first before going up towards your thigh. A breath hitched in your throat. If you were feeling hesitant, he could change your mind.
“Bucky,” you whimpered as he spread your legs, to get a good look at your panty covered pussy.
“So fucking pretty,” he groaned as he looked up at you. His poor girl still obviously shy. That’s okay he’d take care of you. Just needed to-
“Fuck!” You cried as he kissed you through your panties. “We shouldn’t-,” you tried to keep it going.
Not like he cared as he pushed your underwear to the side so he could lick a strip from the bottom up to your clit. Making your words get caught in your throat as you laid back with a moan. Yeah that’s what he fucking thought. He knew you wanted this shit.
You trembled as he feasted on your clitoris. Sinking into the cushions as your hips stuttered. See he knew you liked it. It was so much better when you didn’t fight him. Now he could really give it to you.
He didn’t waste anymore time as he pulled the fabric from your body. Not giving a single fuck as to where it could have possibly been discarded before diving back in. It had been a long time since he’d done this, but it’s not like Steve wasn’t aware that he’d missed a woman’s touch. Maybe more than he realized.
“Fuck me, Bucky,” you sobbed as he got you closer. It had been so long since sex had just been about you that maybe you should take advantage of being a pillow princess. What girl wouldn’t want her hot metal armed best friend to eat her pussy. Can’t believe you tried to turn this down. “Don’t stop!”
Not like he planned too. Especially as he dipped his fingers into your cunt. Twisting them around so he could find your spot.
“Ah!” You cried, as soon as he hit it. That’s his fucking girl. He watched as your face twisted up in pleasure. Could taste how close you were. How yummy you were.
“Buck!” Steve’s voice could be heard from the hallway as the door slammed closed.
You sat up, quickly. Pushing his head away and scooting away from him to smooth out your dress. Shit. Fuck. “Babe, it’s okay,” Bucky whispered.
What the hell does he mean it’s okay. His boyfriend was about to walk in on-
“Oh, Y/N, I didn’t know you were here,” Steve said as he came into the room. Placing a quick peck on Bucky’s lips making your mouth drop. He had to have tasted you on his lips. You found yourself feeling stuck as you sat up, making sure you were covered. “Is everything okay?” Steve asked with a raised eyebrow.
Except it was like you couldn’t speak. What the hell were you supposed to even say as if his boyfriends face hadn’t just been close to making you squirt all over it.
“She caught Bryce cheating,” Bucky explained. Funny how that literally had not been on your mind this entire time.
Steve looked taken aback and scoffed. “What? No? Seriously?”
“Y-yeah… with… some girl,” you replied, not wanting to meet his eyes.
The super solider frowned as he grabbed your hand to pull you into a hug. Wrapping his arms around you. “Oh, honey. I’m sorry. He’s a fucking idiot,” he said, much like his boyfriend when you’d first told him.
Only making you feel more horrible inside. How the hell could you do this to him. Especially after what Bryce had just done to you.
“It’s okay,” you said. “Maybe I should go.”
“And go where?” Bucky asked. “Not back to that apartment I can tell you that. Just stay here.”
The pair of panties Bucky had taken off of you were practically staring at you from the other side of the room. Steve’s back turned to it. “At least stay for dinner,” he said. “We can get whatever you want.”
Except even the suggestion made you feel more awful. Steve did not deserve this. If anything you should just say it. Not that the words would actually leave your lips. Tongue tied and all you could do was nod.
It was insane how quickly Bucky was able to act totally normal. Or that you were more frustrated that you never actually got the chance to finish. They were right though, you really didn’t have anywhere else to go, but here.
So there you sat right next to Bucky as the three of you ate the dinner Steve had ordered you. Trying to keep your cool as you didn’t want to bring too much attention to yourself. Even as you squirmed in your seat, trying to relieve some of the pressure. Bucky had really done a number on you. Could still feel his mouth on your lapping at your clit.
“So what happened?” Steve had finally asked from his spot across from the two of you. Obviously wanting to know everything. Not like you two weren’t normally close.
Your jaw dropped as you immediately tried to think of a lie. “Um, nothing,” you blurted out.
Bucky put his hand on your thigh, attempting to relax you except you were way too on edge. How could he just be touching you like this.
His boyfriend on the other hand raised an eyebrow at your outburst. “I thought you caught Bryce cheating?” He asked.
You closed your eyes. Duh he was talking about that. “I mean, I did,” you replied with a nervous laugh. “Yeah, he was with some girl.” You sighed.
“Well, what are you going to do now? You know we’re not going to let you go back. We have a perfectly fine guest room,” he said a smile on his face. Looking every bit of nice and sweet as he always did. The guilt already feeling like it was going to eat you up.
Didn’t even pay attention as you felt Bucky’s metal hands going up your thigh more. Getting dangerously close to the intimate place his face had just been buried inside of. You put your hand over it to move him, but he didn’t budge. Not giving a single shit.
You gulped at his fingers found their way up your dress again. Biting your lip as he chuckled. Not taking his eyes off of you as you struggled to answer. “I can’t ask you to do that.”
“Bullshit.” Bucky laughed. “You’re staying with us, Doll.”
You crinkled your nose which turned into biting the inside of your cheek, trying to hold in a moan. “We won’t take no for an answer.”
Well, that much was obvious.
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The two of them helped you get settled in. You wore one of Bucky’s t-shirts since you literally didn’t have anything else. Had finally managed to grab your panties before you hoped Steve had seen them.
Your body still screaming out for release. Before giving you his shirt he’d whispered in your ear. “And you better not make yourself cum when you’re in the shower. Only I’m allowed to do that.” Wanting to prolong your torture.
What kind of shit was that. How did he get you so worked up like this. So easily. Hell that whole time you were with Bryce you can’t remember that happening. Not like you wanted to think about him.
The distraction was pretty nice, you had to admit. Who had time to think about being cheated on when your hot best friend was trying to eat your pussy.
As you opened the door you poked your head out, hesitating to call out to them. Hey, guys?” You called. Poking your head out from the restroom.
“Yeah?” Both of them were quick to chime in.
“Can you bring me some shirts!?” You asked. “I’m a little… exposed.”
You couldn’t see him, but Bucky snickered as Steve tilted his head at him. Both of them standing on either side of their king sized bed. “What?” Bucky said. “Oh come on I’m sure it’s fine,” Bucky tried to say with a straight face, but as soon as he was done he chuckled.
Steve shook his head, but couldn’t help the smirk that came on his face. “It’s really short,” you complained. “And I don’t have clean underwear.”
With that Bucky winked in his boyfriend’s direction. “Be right back.”
The smirk didn’t drop from the super soliders face as his boyfriend left the room. Only to go back to making up the third spot on the bed between them.
“What’s up, Doll?” Bucky asked seeing your head still sticking out.
“It’s too short,” you said, biting your lip.
He raised an eyebrow. Going to push the door open, not caring that you’d been blocking it. “Lemme see.”
“No!” You protested.
Bucky rolled his eyes. “Oh come. You’re acting like I didn’t just eat you out,” he said.
“Steve is right outside,” you whispered harshly.
He rolled his eyes. “Steve’s in the room.”
“Yeah and he has super soldier hearing,” you pressed.
“It’s not all he has,” Bucky said under his breath. “Doll, you’re fine. I can’t even see anything.”
“My ass is out!” You gasped.
The man smirked at that, getting behind you to press your ass into his crotch. “And what a nice ass it is,” he whispered in your ear. Flesh hand landing on your breast to squeeze it and not giving a shit as you tried to swat him away. Going down your body until he was pushing up the shirt.
“We can’t!” You protested as his hand slipped down to your pussy. As bad as you wanted him to touch you, it didn’t seem wise. Fuck your body was practically crying for the release he couldn’t give you earlier.
“Everything okay?” Came the other man’s voice from outside the door.
Bucky scrunched his nose. “Yeah,” he called. Going to open up the door. “Tell her it’s not that bad,” he pressed.
You tried to tug it down so it was a little bit more past your thighs. Face heating up as Steve scanned up and down your body. “You look fine, Doll.”
Ugh. There the both of them go. The two of them were way too handsome to be having you stand here exposed with a dripping wet pussy. You bit your lip. Not like anyone else would see you. Just them. “Well… ok…” you sighed.
“Wanna watch a movie before bed?” Steve asked.
You nodded. Bucky put his hand on your lower back. Going down dangerously close to your ass. Only to finally come down to squeeze it tightly. Making you yelp. “Ah!”
Steve furrowed his eyebrows but laughed. “You ok?”
“I’m fine,” you squeaked, putting your hand over your mouth. Before making a pointed look at his boyfriend.
“Anyway, I was thinking we could watch a movie before bed,” Steve suggested.
“Actually, I’m kinda tired,” you immediately replied. Going to stretch your arms up and yawn until you remember how exposed you were.
“Oh come on, it’ll be fine,” Bucky said, nudging you.
“No. I have to be at work so early,” you replied. “It’s already way too late.”
“Hell no. You’re taking a sick day.” He looked appalled at the notion.
“I can’t.” You sniffled. “Besides, I’m off the next day. I’ll be fine.”
Bucky huffed. “Alright, fine, but what are you going to wear to work then?”
“I’ll just wash my clothes before we go to sleep,” you replied with a sigh. Haven’t exactly thought all of that through.
“So, movie it is?” Steve said.
Of course they’d get their way. Trying to keep your shirt from riding up too much as you went on your tippy toes to put your stuff in the wash. Closing your eyes when you realized your panties were still missing.
You peeked over to where they would have been. Except Steve would have definitely noticed them by now. “Looking for these?” Bucky asked. Holding up the pair. You immediately glanced over at where Steve was in the kitchen before reaching out to snatch them. “Ah, ah, ah,” he held them above his head. “Finders keepers, Doll,” he teased.
You let out a huff, crossing your arms. “Why are you being like this?” You asked. Honestly it was all so shocking. Normally he was such a sweetheart. He eats you out once and this is what he turns into?
Bucky shrugged. “Because I can,” he replied with a wink before leaning into kiss your cheek. “Now wipe that look off your face before I do it for you. You hear me?”
You nodded and sniffled. Wishing you’d gone anywhere else. Natasha’s maybe. Or hell even Sam’s place would have been fine. Not like you didn’t like how Bucky’s mouth had felt on you. It’s just now you were feeling terrible for doing all of this under Steve’s nose.
“Good girl,” he said, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.
You sighed as he went back to the bedroom. Making you raise an eyebrow. Weren’t the three of you supposed to be watching a movie?
“Hey, Doll,” Steve said from his spot on the bed. Going through Netflix. “What movie did you wanna watch?”
“Oh? We’re watching in here?”
“Yeah?” He replied. “That a problem?”
You looked over at Bucky who despite not responding, had a smirk on his face that you wish you could wipe off of him. Sitting there smug with his hand in his pocket. No doubt toying with the pair of panties he’d stolen.
“Actually I think I’m just gonna go to bed after all,” you said. “I’m really tired.”
Bucky rolled his eyes. “Well, I forgot to set up the guest room.”
You crinkled your nose. Of course he did. “That’s ok. I can just sleep on the couch.”
“What?” Steve chimed in. “We have more than enough room for you, Doll. Come on.”
They had to be fucking with you. No way was Bucky getting what he wanted just like that. “No it’s fine. I’ll just get blankets from the linen closet.”
“Doll,” Bucky’s voice was stern. Commanding even. “Come. Here.”
You hated it when your feet started moving. Whether you wanted them to or not. “What?” You asked, not meeting his eyes as you stood in front of him.
“First of all, drop the attitude. Second, we told you, you’re sleeping in here so get over it.”
Steve watched the two of you, not saying a word. Didn’t he care that his boyfriend was trying to manipulate you? Right in front of him. Your bottom lip quivered, tears prickling at your eyes.
“I just wanna go to bed,” you whispered.
“Fine. There’s a perfectly good spot right between us. Is there a problem with that?” You shook your head. Not wanting to even argue anymore. Didn’t even feel worth it.
It was just too much for one night. All of it was. Can’t believe you hadn’t just started bursting out crying right between them.
Instead you tried to get some sleep. As restless as you were. Trying to keep yourself from tossing and turning since you didn’t want to bother them. Not like you had much room considering you were squeezed between two giant super soliders. “You ok?” Steve asked in a tired voice.
“Hm?” You hummed, not taking your eyes off the ceiling. “Can’t sleep.”
He yawned. “Hey, I know your ex was an ass, but you know Buck and I are going to be with you through this whole thing, right?”
You nodded, not saying out loud what was really on your mind. Fuck this was so wrong. Screwed up on so many levels. Too bad you didn’t kick Bryce out instead of coming over here, but at the time it was the natural thing to do.
Hell there was barely even any room between their giant bodies. Even in this large bed. Felt like if Bucky rolled over he’d end up squishing you. He’d gotten so damn close. Bad enough that the t-shirt they’d given you was sitting above your ass now.
“It’s ok I’ll be out before you guys even know it,” you said.
Steve scoffed. “Don’t be silly. You know you can stay here as long as you want. A city like this is no place for a little girl like you all alone.”
You scrunched up your nose at that. “I’m not a kid, Steve. I can take care of myself,” you assured.
“Yeah, but you shouldn’t have to. Not as long as Bucky and I are around to do it.”
Speak of the devil, that was when he wrapped his arms around your waist. Pulling you against him. Ass going to his crotch. You let out a gasp and tried to wiggle away, but with Steve so close you were stuck. Not like you could get away from him anyway with the hold he had on you.
Not like you didn’t know that he was a cuddler. Not the first time the two of you had fallen asleep together. Never with your naked ass out though.
“It’s ok, Steve. Really,” you tried to assure him. As you were doing that, Bucky decided it would be a good time to sneak his hand between your legs. Taking advantage of you being bare. You let out a gasp, jumping as soon as his hand made contact.
“You ok?” Steve asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Uh huh,” you squeaked out, trying to grab at his hands, but all he did was use one of his to hold yours down as he continued touching you.
“Hold still, little girl,” Bucky whispered in your ear, saying the last words in a mocking tone.
Your face felt hot as you looked forward at the blond. He had to know right. There was no way Bucky was just doing this right in front of him and he had no idea.
He pawed your thighs. Making sure they were nice and spread as his hand hands continued their torture. One going underneath the shirt to cup your breasts. Tweaking your nipples. He was groping you like he didn’t give a fuck about getting caught. Only made worse when his fingers finally touched your clit.
You bit your lip to keep yourself from crying out. Especially as he pushed you back so you were really pressed against him. Hard dick to your ass.
“I’m ok,” you tried to assure Steve. The words on the tip of your tongue. Pressure building in your stomach already as you’d never had the chance to finish earlier.
“When are you going to get your stuff?” Steve asked. “You know we’re going to come with you, right.”
Instead of fighting him you just replied, “T-thanks, Steve.”
“Always,” he said. “You know Bucky and I are always here for you.”
Well, obviously.
“I know we don’t say it a lot, but you mean a lot to us,” he said and all you could do was swallow as you felt his boyfriend’s fingers bringing you closer and closer to what you never got to have earlier. “And Bryce was such an asshole. He never deserved you.”
You swallowed down the moan that was threatening to bubble out of your mouth. Only made worse as you looked into Steve’s bright blue eyes as he sleepily looked over at you. Not like you hadn’t heard that a million times from both of them, but right now he just looked so freaky and-
“Ugh,” came out of your mouth which you quickly covered up with a cough.
“Are you sure you’re ok?” Steve asked once again.
“Never better,” you lied through your teeth.
Steve yawned. “We should get some sleep. Goodnight, Doll.”With that he leaned forward pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. Catching you all the way off guard.
“Steve-,” you gasped, putting your hand up to your lips.
“What?” He asked with a chuckle.
“You can’t just-,”
“It’s not big deal,” he assured. “Bucky won’t care. It was just a little goodnight kiss.”
“Yeah, but-,”
He cut you off once more. “Unless you want it be to more,” he said with a wink.
What. The. Fuck.
“Goodnight, Doll,” he said not giving you a chance to say more as he closed his eyes. Smile on his face.
Bucky stopped what he was doing to put his face into your shoulder. Light snores coming from him. Hell his hand was still in your panties. Almost like he was making sure you couldn’t get away from him. The worst part about it was that not once did he let you fall off the edge.
You’d definitely need to start looking for places tomorrow.
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Late Night Creeps
Not a Word
Summary: Steve and Bucky finish off their bro’s night with you and a movie…
Relationship: stepdad’s best friend!Bucky Barnes x black!reader x stepdad!Steve Rogers
Warnings: graphic language, alcohol use, age gap (reader’s in college), sneaking around, oral (fem rec), handjob, unprotected sex, sharing/threesome, smut cliffhanger (ish), 18+
A/N: MORE?! Shit looks like it…but will there be more after this one? Who knows…
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About midnight, and the TV’s blasting sirens and gunshots from the speakers; you’re up watching one of those ridiculously action packed movies just because. You’d been jumping from blockbuster to blockbuster, having a lone movie night after spending the day getting spoiled by your mom. Her lavish shopping spree and lunch date definitely made up for the last minute cancellation of your girls trip. You guys had an amazing day together, and you didn’t have to dive that deep into your well fabricated story. All she did was comment on how well you and Steve seem to be getting on without much else. Guess as long as everything’s peaceful, your mom had no concerns. Foolishly so. You can’t help but wonder if she was really that oblivious to what’s been going on under her roof. Even with Bucky staying there for no reason, in your face all the time, and Steve chomping at the bit about you two flirting and carrying on without repercussions? She has to have a sneaky suspicion or something. But nope. Didn’t even ask about guys back at school. No need to talk about men when there were shoes, clothes, and make up to look at.
Your spring break was coming along pretty nicely, you had to admit. During the day, you and Bucky were doing whatever the hell you guys felt like, while Steve stewed at his desk, receiving all sorts of messages and pics of you two together. Just had to rub it all in his face that he had more freedom with you than Steve ever could. But then Steve would get his sweet revenge late at night while everyone slept. Leaving Bucky a sign that he had been between your thighs. A twisted little game you were caught in the middle of. You slept when they let you. Your body was constantly in a state of exhaustion.
When you guys got back with your arms and hands full of bags, Steve and Bucky were heading out for a bro’s night that you couldn’t help make fun of. Bro’s night. What the hell would that intel for the two of them? Since you and your mom had a girls day, they decided to make plans of their own, fishing and doing whatever else.
“What are you old farts going to do?”
“Don’t worry about young’n.” Bucky playfully elbowed you with a snicker, heading out the door behind Steve winking back over his shoulder. “Don’t wait up.”
And you weren’t, not really, you just happened to lose track of time watching movie after movie. Your mom had watched a couple with you until she started falling asleep, calling it a night a few hours ago. Just there isn’t much to do with both of them gone, so you sit and watch the bad guys shoot it out with the good guys, wincing at the screen when things get a little too bloody. The story kept your attention for another thirty minutes or so until you hear Steve’s key in the door. Busting into the house holding onto each other with hushed tones and laughter. They gasp in unison when they find you sitting in the living room, trying not to laugh with a frown. They look like a couple of drunk frat bros on campus the way stagger into the room, leaning on each other for support. They would come in drunk just as the movie’s getting good. You might as well forget trying to finish this one. These two are about to act the fool it’s in their glossy blue eyes, their tipsy smiles.
“Mmm…look who’s still up…” Bucky sloppily falls onto the couch, throwing his trunk like legs across your lap with a slinky grin. “Waiting for us baby? Huh?”
Steve shushes him with a silly drunk giggle, swaying side to side as he crosses the living room to sit on the other side of you. “So loud Bucky. Don’t want to wake the missus.” He plops down into the empty seat, covering himself with your blanket.
“No youuu don’t want to wake the missus, or you’ll be in trouble,” he teases with a point of his finger, resting his weary head on your shoulder, “I can’t get in trouble, no matter what I do to her…”
“You’re in fuckin trouble with me,” he grunts with a roll of his eyes, draping his muscular arm behind you.
Bucky busts out laughing, lurching up for Steve to see. “Aww jealous bud? Am I crowding your space? Taking too much of Y/N’s attention?” He feigns a pout then sputters another audacious laugh, burying himself deeper under his skin.
“Nah it’s fine,” he shrugs, “Cuz once you’re gone…” Order will be restored.
You hate to interrupt their pointless bickering but, “Guys, seriously, I’m trying to watch this.” You point to the violence on the screen. They nevermind you.
“Speaking of the missus, shouldn’t you head on upstairs? Let her know her husband’s home alive and well?” Bucky flickers a brow at Steve, waving his fingers away as he gets comfortable under the blanket. Snuggling into your side, burying his itchy beard into your neck, murmuring, “And we can watch a couple of movies alone together…what do you say baby?”
“Bucky chill….” You giggle, pushing his sneaky hand off your thigh with a roll of your eyes, then fluttering them close as he kisses and licks the hull of your jaw.
“I’ll be back.” Steve demands stumbling his way to the stairs with a glare at you and Bucky getting frisky. “For real. Bucky,” he warns, narrowing his eyes, “what did we talk about.”
Scoffing he backs off you, falling back into the cushions with a groan. “Ugh fine. Hurry the fuck up then.”
As Steve tries to walk normally up the stairs, you turn your attention to Bucky sitting back watching the movie with hooded lids. “What did y’all talk about?”
Averting his sights back to you, a wayward smile creeps up his scruffy cheeks. “Steve’s mad cuz I’m not playing nice.”
Pinching your brow you wonder, “Playin nice…the fuck is that supposed to mean…”
Bucky sits up again, caging you to the back of the couch with a dangerous glint. “Well, I get you all day…while Steve may only get you for what, an hour or so after your mom’s passed out?” Bucky hums a chuckle as he faintly brushes his fingers up the back of your neck, sending a chill down your spine. “Dear ol dad’s upset, says we should be spending some time together…the three of us…” He closes with a flicker of his brows, licking and biting at his lengthening smile. You shake a sly smirk at that smile with a raise of your brow.
“Is that a problem?”
It hasn’t been the three of you since the first night, and as much as you love having them individually, a little two-on-one sounds really fuckin good. Steve and Bucky doin their double team routine made you tingle a bit, recalling their intimate growls in your head. You needed to be caught between their glistening hard bodies again, being tugged and pulled at from all angles. Better not be a problem…
“No baby, not at all…just think it’s funny that’s all. I’m only here for a few days, trying to make up for lost time and he’s in his feelings about it when he fuckin lives with you?” He sighs a chuckle, rolling his fingertips in a circle over your burning skin, dropping his gaze down your front. “He should be so lucky…” Bucky moistens his lips as he leans in a little closer. “…I could come visit you at school you know? Maybe pick you up on the weekends so we can be together? Take you out, go on a trip. Show him…”
You grin up at him, intrigued by the idea of going away with Bucky some weekends instead of coming home to Steve. “Hmm I like the sound of that…”
“Me too hun.” He takes you by the chin with an ice cold knuckle, bringing you in for a kiss. “We’ll have to much fun together…”
Steve’s thundering steps sound down the stairs as he comes rushing into the room, pants-less and still drunkenly grinning. Interrupting his buddy sealing his secret little deal. Bucky gripes with a little growl, dropping his head in defeat.
“Baby girl…” Steve takes you away from him, peering into your humored stare, caressing your face with both big hands. “Missed you all day today.”
“Missed you too Steve,” you laugh to yourself, kissing him ever so lightly, catching a whiff of whisky on his breath. “Did you guys have fun?”
“Of course, but I thought about you every second.” He lands a loving kiss on the tip of your nose.
“Hey me too.” Tired of being left out, Bucky grabs your thigh, your attention. “First day I didn’t get to spend making you moan for hours on end. Couldn’t wait to get back just to touch you like this…” his fingers travel up the blanket, “kiss you right here…” his puckered lips land where they were just a minute or so ago.
“Mmm Bucky…” You fall into his tender wet mouth with a moan, abandoning Steve keeping a hand on your shoulder.
“But I’m the last person to make her cum, so I know she spent the day thinking about my tongue inside her sweet pretty pussy…” He winks overhead, drawing you back into his hard side. Keeping you close Steve rubs a stiff hand over your stomach, inching his fingers beneath the blanket into your panties, softly stroking them back and forth over your pussy. Teasing you ever so slightly, dropping his gasping lips along the shell of your ear to hear how much you turn him on. You wring Bucky’s cool metal fingers, expecting to fist the couch cushion, writhing your hips beneath Steve’s tortuous embrace.
“Oh Steve…shit…”
“Sounds like I’m up next then bud…if you don’t mind…” Bucky nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders as he slips down off couch, getting down on his knees before you and Steve carefully watching him. Slithering his hands up under the blanket, he uncrosses your legs and spreads them apart, running them up your bare thighs riddled with goosebumps. “Not wearing any pants? Sure you weren’t up waiting for us to come home?” Catching your breath, you grab ahold of Steve’s hairy thigh under the covers, shaking your head no at his question. They just happened to catch you comfortable at home. You didn’t know what time they would be coming back. Honest. Neither of them believed you though.
“Don’t have to lie baby girl,” Steve erotically whispers in your ear, guiding your hand up to his dick bouncing around in his boxers. “We love when you want us back…love when you tempt us…”
Bucky hooks his fingers into the elastic waist of your cotton panties, yanking them off your hips and ass as Steve sloppily kisses down your throat, sneaking a warm hand up underneath your tank top. The tv screen fades out of focus as you close your eyes, losing yourself in Steve’s wet mouth and Bucky’s tender contact along your slit. Volume’s so loud it drowns out your weighted breaths, your sad little whimpers. Steve cups your breast with a throaty groan, sending a sudden shudder down your side squirming into his rippling muscles. Brushing a flat tongue over your flesh squeezing at your squishy muscle. Pawing his veiny dick, you keen between them turning you up, obsessed with the way he throbs in your weak grip. Steve softly hisses, breath hitches as you thumb his sticky head. You gasp out, hearing that catch in his chest, and you clench around his girth, making Steve bark a loud groan.
“Is that the spot baby?” Bucky asks with a slight turn of his chin, noticing how increasingly wet your pussy’s getting as Steve sucks at your neck. Fingers pinch and tug at your erect nipple, pet at your swelling clit and you sink into the cushions. Smiling at you succumbing to them Bucky spreads your sticky folds apart, tracing a lazy finger over them so hot. “Fuck I can’t wait to eat you…”
You glance down at the monster lapping at his drooling pouty lips, toying with your contracting hole. Inching down into the seat, you roll your hips up at him, begging him to come here. “Mmm Bucky…devour me…please…”
“Mmm come here…” Steve turns your desperate pleas towards his parted pink lips, “need to taste you…”
As Steve dives in tongue first, Bucky tosses the blanket over his head, jerking you closer by the hips and you gasp out the moment he laps a couple of long tantalizing licks up and down your exposed pink insides. Your moans are stifled back by Steve’s passionate kisses, tasting all the drinks he had with his bestest pal that’s sucking up all your juices. You fist Steve’s golden locks out of frustration, aggressively riding Bucky’s beard. Both of them using their whole mouths to consume you, you heave and writhe, holding on by the tufts of their hair. Holy hell…you’re drowning, choking on your grunts, sucking down Steve’s tongue. He’s on fire in the palm of your hand, jerking his hips into your grip to get himself off. Bucky runs his tastebuds over every inch of your rippling walls, practically inhaling your wetness he noisily smacks at your messy pussy. Like a man dehydrated, desperate for a drink. You can’t stop shaking, trying to find your breath but it’s lost…gone. Shared between the two swole beasts obsessed with tearing you apart. The noise of the movie drowns out your collection of indecent sounds.
“Fuck. Can’t get enough of this baby girl…can’t get enough of us…” Steve breathlessly murmurs into all your quiet mewling, taking ahold of your awed jaw, “don’t ever want this to end…”
“Me either daddy,” you pout with a broken whine, looking deep into his brilliant blue eyes. “Give myself to you…to Bucky…”
Together they hum contented grins, their blood pumping so fast. God they love when you sound so complacent. Makes Steve want to bend you over and fill you up for hours. Make Bucky fuck your throat so you can’t wake your mom. Steve takes your fist around his girth and helps you vigorously stroke his dick, slamming your conjoined hands into his fuzzy hilt.
“Say it again…” He huffs, grunting with each pump.
“Belong to you daddy,” you cry out a quivering moan, being lured to the brink by Bucky’s slithering tongue, “belong to you Bucky.”
Steve’s dick jerks, several drops of his precum seeping in between the lines of your fingers. Your name so pitiful in your ear he can’t stop callin out to you, panting for air, trying to keep his shit together.
“Ugh baby…hearing you say that…makes me wanna cum so fuckin hard…”
Hearing that makes you smirk, makes you cream at Bucky’s swollen lips. “Belong…to you…daddy…love your dick so much…”
“Yeah? Fuck. Fuck baby girl…” He rolls his head back with an exhausted sigh, bucking his hips up into your working wrist. “Belong to you too,” Steve whispers up to the ceiling with a drained shake of his head, feeling his load build up, “belong to that pussy…”
Timing can’t be anymore perfect. Because Bucky’s got your legs trembling, holding them apart, jaw unlatched and anxiously ready to catch the downpour of your bittersweet cum.
“Cum with me Steve.” You implore with a puny yip just as you spit down onto his inflamed head, giving him a nice tug, your floodgates about to burst. “Cum daddy please!”
A sharp gasp flees out of your convulsing chest as you lose all control, coating the seat and Bucky’s beard with your fluid as Steve’s load comes shooting out, flooding over your sore hands still attached to one another. Steve bites back all his groaning as he drops his chin onto your drooped shoulder, deliriously whimpering how much he loved you, how good you make him feel. You’re lazily patting Bucky who’s still cleaning you up with little joyful growls, burying his nose in your essence. He could stay face first in between your thighs for the rest of his days that’s how decadent you taste. Never get enough he was going to hate to leave. Steve brings his jizz coated hand to your dry lips and you open wide, extending your tongue to suck away every last trace of your indecency. Bucky reveals himself a disoriented mess, smiling all big behind his wet hair clinging to his pink skin. The three of you chuckle at how absolutely satiated you all look, sharing warm grins and affectionate touches, relishing in the moment you all just had. Exchanging fluids with Steve, then with Bucky, kissing them both so deep. They both make you feel so adored…fuckin worship you…how could you let either of them go ever…
“Steve?” Your mom’s voice comes from their bedroom door, nearly scaring you half to death but Steve and Bucky aren’t phased, looking at the stairs with scowls. Annoyed they’re being interrupted. “Can you bring me some water?”
“Uh oh…” Bucky sings with an arch of his brow, sputtering a laugh as he triumphantly stands to undo his pants, “better run along bud. Wife’s callin…”
“Ugh fuck.” He rolls his eyes palming his limp dick before he shoves his worn muscles up off the couch. “Still wanna fuck you…”
And you really, really wanted Steve to fuck you too but…
Bucky drops a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Too bad. Looks like you gotta wait til later.” He drops his pants then falls into the sofa, pulling you over into his lap to sit your tired throbbing folds down his length, discreetly moaning out, “Wolfie’s still up…” as your walls swallow him inch by inch.
Steve’s almost a little bitter to hear you moan out his best friend’s name instead of his, but the night’s far from over. He’s going to be balls deep inside you, and he’s going to make Bucky sit out and watch. As Bucky manipulates the rock of your hips, he meets Steve’s side eye with a wink and a breathy moan. Holding back his mocking laughter as he grinds into you shivering all over. Just before he goes into the kitchen, Steve snatches you by the chin and leaves you with a hard, supple kiss. Right in Bucky’s smug face.
“Meet you in your bed in a couple hours baby…”
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Dark! Steve Rogers x Reader x Dark! Bucky Barnes
Your vacation with your friends at a Swiss chalet is disrupted by your fateful encounter with two strangers.
Warnings: N0N-C0N, unhealthy friendships, loss of virginity, kidnapping
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Kisses and Chocolates (Valentine’s day drabble)
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ellethespaceunicorn · 1 month
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Title: Don’t Take Your Eyes Off It
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader 
Word Count: 1.5K
Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!
Warnings: Daddy kink, pet name (Sweets), praise kink (slightly), ass worship, butt plug, anal fingering, first time *romantic* anal, creampie
A/N: Based on this poll, Steve Rogers won. Submission for @the-slumberparty’s Eight Types of Love February 2024 Sleepover Challenge (Eros-sexual passion). Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 
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His fingers glide across the skin of your shoulder blade as sunlight cascades over your beautiful brown skin while you sleep on your stomach. He marvels at how you seem to glow in the rays of the morning sun. Leaning in, he places a chaste kiss on your lips, trying his best to wake you gently.
You grumble, the weight of his kiss just enough to pull you from a deep slumber. 
“What was that, Sweets?” Steve’s sultry baritone invades your consciousness and you open your eyes.
“I said, ‘five more minutes’,” you plead, pouting up at Steve and hoping he would give you a break after seeing your tired eyes.
No such luck.
“Nice try, Sweets. You know what today is, right?” he asks, peppering kisses to the top of your bonnet-covered hair.
“It’s...Wednesday?” you guess, trying your best to get back to REM sleep.
“Yes, technically, it is Wednesday. It’s also…” he trails off, waiting for the pieces to click into place in your mind.
You lift your head, locking eyes with Steve. For three whole seconds, you just look at him with a confused expression on your face until it hits you. “It’s Valentine’s Day!” you chuckle, and playfully swat at him.
“Now, she’s cooking with gas. I thought it was gonna take you all day to figure it out,” he jokes, laughing as you roll your eyes at him.
You turn around in bed and swing your legs over the edge. Reaching up to untie your hair, your braids cascade down your back. Peeking over your shoulder, you catch Steve watching you while one of his hands runs through his golden tresses.
“Caught ya looking, Daddy,” you tease before standing and walking around the bed to his side. He reaches out to touch you, but you pull back at the last second. “Unh-uh! Not until tonight. I got something special planned for you.”
“Something special, huh? Well, I can’t wait. But I guess I will have to, won’t I?” he guesses, standing up from the bed to tower over you. He lifts his hands in surrender after you point a manicured finger at him. “Hands to myself, I promise. For now,” he flirts, walking around you to go into the bathroom to shower.
While Steve is in the shower, you mentally run down your checklist of things for tonight. Your new pink glass buttplug, check! New red lace lingerie, check! You had everything planned down to the last detail and you were very excited to see Steve’s reaction. Now, all that was left was to get everything ready while Steve was away for the day.
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Steve comes back to your darkened apartment that night, surprised to see a trail of red rose petals and vanilla-scented tea lights leading him to the bedroom. He stoops down to grab the card that was left near the door.
‘Daddy, 
Come and unwrap your present.
-Sweets’
Making his way along the petaled path, he reaches your slightly ajar bedroom door. Pushing it open, he is greeted by you kneeling in the center of the bed. A red rose hairclip holds the right side of your braids back, and the red lace bodysuit you wear hugs all of your curves perfectly.
You take in the way Steve looks at you like you hung the moon. His ocean eyes darken as he takes in your scent, your favorite perfume lingering in the air. 
“Hi, Daddy. Happy Valentine’s Day,” you hum, making your way to where Steve stands at the foot of the bed. “Why don’t you join me? You can put these big, strong hands to use,” you slide your arms around his neck and instinctually, his hands go to your waist.
Leaning down to claim your lips, he doesn’t hold back teasing his tongue along the seam of your mouth. Once you let him in, he takes control of the kiss. Swallowing down your whimpers and moans, he cups the back of your head and nibbles your bottom lip.
Breaking the kiss, he laughs lowly when you try and follow his lips. “I think I was promised a gift, Sweets. Now, what might that be?” he muses, his fingertips moving along the red lace until he comes upon a pebbled nipple.
You take his hand and guide it to where the gusset of your bodysuit would be, now drenched with your slick. You nod and he explores your soft folds through the crotchless lace. He knows how to play you like a damn fiddle. Gathering your moisture and applying just the right amount of pressure to your bundle of nerves.
Within moments, he has your legs weak while he gives your clit some much-needed attention. His other hand goes to your chin so that you look up at him as he brings you over the edge. You fight to keep your eyes open as the chains of orgasm are broken, your throbbing pussy creaming his hand.
“Such a good girl for me. God, you’re perfect, Sweets,” he praises, still unaware of what you have in store for him as he takes off his tie and goes to unbutton his shirt.
“Daddy, I have a surprise for you. I’ve been working all day long on it,” you chime in, biting your lip as you cup Steve’s erection through his slacks.
“You go ahead and show me that surprise, now,” he encourages, watching intently as you turn around and present yourself to him with your ass in the air. His hand goes to your hip, slowly moving toward your ample backside. Groping your ass, he finds something he had hinted at only weeks ago. “Oh, fuck. Look at this adorable little plug. Have you been wearing this all day, Sweets?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’ve been stretched around it all day long. I wanted you to have something no one has had before. It’s all yours,” you say, wiggling your hips to show off your toy.
“You are such a good girl for wearing it all day,” he murmurs, taking the lube that was delicately placed on the bed earlier by you. Dripping the liquid between your cheeks, he spreads it generously around your plump globes. He lays a few slaps to each cheek and moves some of the lube between your cheeks to tease the toy in and out of you slightly.
“Daddy, please,” you beg, growing ever so impatient now that Steve is teasing you.
“Shhh, it’s okay, Sweets. Let’s just get this pretty plug out of here,” he purrs, pulling out the toy and watching as your hole tightens up a bit. He uses one finger to explore you, graduating to two and three fingers when you take him in so well. Soon, the wet squelch of lube as he fingers you is the loudest sound in the room, even over your moans. 
With three fingers inside you, Steve uses the other hand to unzip his pants. Pulling out his red, weeping dick, he squeezes the base and coats it in the excess lube that has accumulated. Lining up to your opening, he pushes in slowly until you engulf his tip. The hard part is over as he slides into the hilt.
He waits until you start to wriggle under his hands to begin a languid pace, slow as molasses in January. Your hand snakes down to your forgotten pussy, shiny and slick with a mixture of your arousal and lubricant. Your fingers stimulate your clit as Steve takes you apart from the inside.
You’ve never felt so fully taken before, the stretch of his massive member adding to the sacred friction. As soon as your fingers take you over the edge, you notice how intense this orgasm is. You moan into the bedsheets as your cunt shudders and your asshole clamps down around Steve.
“Fuuuuuck, good girl. That felt so fucking good, Sweets. Don’t think I can last much longer with you coming so hard on my dick like that,” he ponders aloud, quickening his pace to chase his release.
As he pounds into you from behind, he reaches around to finger your pussy while his palm rubs your sweet spot. When he can sense you getting closer and closer to the edge, he pulls his fingers from inside you and plays with your clit.
“Be my good girl and cum with me, Sweets. Fuck, I can feel it right now. You ready for it baby?” he persuades, fucking into you while you moan non-stop. 
“Yes, please. I’m ready for your cum, Daddy,” you cry out, your climax pulling you over the edge, tumbling straight into Steve’s release. You can feel every spurt of spunk painting your delicate inner walls while he throbs inside you.
Coming down, he lets his deflating length slip out and directs you to lie down before climbing on the bed next to you. Wrapping you up in his arms, he kisses your forehead and isn’t surprised when he soon hears the soft snores escaping you.
He’s more than content to wait to give you his gift. He smiles, remembering the velvet box in his suit jacket pocket in the other room. He can wait a bit longer to hear you say yes.
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A/N: Alright, well, I haven’t written for Steve Rogers in over 12 years. I hope this was good. I would love to hear what y’all think. The title is taken from ‘Rocket’ by Beyoncé.
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Greatest
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Pairing: Pilot!Steve Rogers x Publicist! Reader
Summary: Steve tells you the truth.
This is the next part in the Greatest series.
A/N: This is not as kinky as I promised. I had to cut this in two because I'm in the mood for love, so this has plot with the porn. Hope you like it anyway! #KinktoberMaybe
Warnings: 18+ ONLY Minors, DNI. Enemies to Lovers, and there was only one bed, fast start to slow burn, idiots in love, angst, secrets, sexual frustration, good girl kink, public sex acts, manual sex, teasing, edging, Captain kink, praise/degradation kink, dirty talk, graphic sloppy oral. Not Beta’d. All errors are on me.
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Steve glared at Bucky, silently daring him to say it. He had the urge to punch something and Bucky’s mug was very convenient at the moment. 
The only thing holding him back was the fact that Bucky was 100% correct.
“Let me get this straight. You had her. Or she had you rather, in the palm of her hand. And you left her there to take a shower and let her walk out the door?”
Steve thought back to what he was thinking when he made that decision. He realized that he wasn’t thinking, but panicking. He didn’t want the rush of hormones and emotions that flooded him after your beautiful mouth made him lose control. So he retreated to the shower, hoping and praying that you would follow him, and absolve him of having to make the decision.
All he needed was that one overture from you to make rushing forward with you before having a proper conversation.
But your pride was stronger than the physical need you had, and when you walked in the bathroom, you just fixed your face and reapplied your lipgloss, smoothing your dress down your body and looking at your ass in the full length mirror before you gave the shower a side eye when you walked out the door.
“None of it was supposed to happen… it wasn’t supposed to happen at all. I wanted to talk to her first. Before we… But she is so… I just wanted to do it right…”
Bucky shook his head. 
“You missed your chance at that, Punk. You could have told her on your date…or when we landed…or in the room, before you did disrespectful things to her.”
“Shut your trap, Jerk.”
Steve looked around the bar as people walked by. He sometimes regretted that he told Bucky everything. 
“... or at breakfast, before she sucked out what little brain cells you have…”
Steve downed his drink as he listened to his friend accurately recount his failures.
“Hey.”
Steve looked up into his best friend’s eyes.
“It’s not too late. The problem is that you riled her up and left her hanging. You better find her before one of these insanely handsome Italian men do.”
“Shit.”
Bucky chuckled as he watched Steve hurry out of the hotel and into the streets of the fishing village. He had to find you and tell you the truth.
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You loved your little sister, but she was being a monumental pain in the ass.
Hey, Sissy!
Just want to let you know that Topher and I and the rest of the peeps (except Steve of course) are going to Paris! D invited us!
I’ll send you lots of pics to post. The most romantic place on earth, eek! Enjoy the yacht ride and the accommodations. We’ll pick you up at the end of the week.
Go easy on Steve, don’t hurt him! ;)
You saw the message twenty minutes after Aria sent it, and she wasn’t picking up your calls. 
Now you were trapped in Italy with the asshole who liked to play mind games.
Great.
You looked over at the tall dark handsome stranger who was looking at you from the cafe across the street. You smiled as you realized that Steve Rogers wasn’t the only game in town.
Steve’s morning was spent searching high and low in Riomaggiore. But it was Bucky’s text that sent him flying back to the room.
Gonna take Aria and crew to Paris for the rest of the week. Don’t ask.
I can handle the two hour flight. You concentrate on Y/N, Aria wants you two to have alone time.
I gotta tell you though, Sharon thought she saw her with an Italian dude, btw…
Steve was shook when he found that you had cleaned out your stuff from the room that you were forced to share. 
He had no idea where you were.
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Hours later, you were enjoying coffee at a different cafe, alone. Luca was indeed handsome, and charming. But you weren’t quite feeling him like you wanted to. He showed you some sights, but after spending a wonderful afternoon with him, you decided you needed time to get out of your head.
So you went and got your things and transferred them to Aria’s suite. It was much more spacious than the room you’d shared with Steve. He deserved space from the horrible bitch who’d ruined his trip.
The best thing to do was to give him some space on his unintended vacation. You were a big girl. You could take care of yourself. And you needed some down time from taking care of everyone else. You would go to activities planned for Aria and Topher this week, get social media content, post it later, and make it seem as if her honeymoon was twice as long as it was. 
It was win-win.
So why did it feel as if you’d lost something?
You looked down into your cup of coffee as if you could read your future there and you heard a familiar voice.
“There you are!”
You looked up into the cerulean eyes of Steve Rogers.
You stared as he started talking.
“Listen. I know I fucked up. But let me explain.”
You scowled at him.
“Do all asshole men have the same script or something? That is one of the most basic sentences ever.”
You got out your wallet and put some euros, gathered your shopping bags and stood up.
“Y/N, I know I’m a basic bitch, but please hear me out.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at Steve’s attempt at the vernacular. But you kept walking out of the cafe. You knew he was following you, but you kept it moving to the corner as you stopped to hail a taxi.
Steve was anxious, but he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight again. 
“I’ve rented a Vespa. I can give you a ride.”
His deep voice so close was doing things to you, but you just gave him a side eye over your shoulder.
Steve gave you a side smile in response and motioned down the street to the small red machine. You squinted at it.
“Will you, me, and my bags fit on that little bitty thing?”
“We’ll make sure we fit.”
Steve leaned toward you and gabbed your bags from you, fingers brushing against yours, sparking electricity. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish as you chased your purchases. 
“You’re not the boss of me!”
Steve stopped abruptly and turned around, causing you to stop inches from him.
“You’re right. Do you want me to leave you alone? Or do you want an explanation.”
You huffed up at him, heart beating a mile a minute at the deep bass of his voice.
“What if I want both? I need… I need to know the reason and I need to think. You’re a fucking enigma!”
Steve smiled down at you.
“I know. And I apologize. You don’t deserve the mind games.”
You exhaled.
“Thank you for that.”
“So. Do you want to go back to… wherever you’re staying tonight and talk tomorrow, or go somewhere and talk tonight and I give you space after… or….”
You realized that Steve was hurt that you moved out of the room as you looked into his eyes.
“I moved into Aria’s suite. To give you some space…”
“I don’t want… I mean. I get it.”
Steve was looking down now.
“Let’s go talk. Still have the yacht booked for tomorrow, that would be a great time for me to think.”
You watched Steve’s adam’s apple bob as he thought of you in a swimsuit.
“Cool. Let’s go.”
Steve led you to the scooter and secured your bags on the back of the Vespa as you got your helmet on. He put his helmet on and looked back at you as you climbed on behind him.
You had to be careful to tuck your dress properly, and you could have sworn that Steve licked his lips as he watched you. You decided to ignore that as you settled in.
You held on to Steve’s slim waist as loosely as you could, but you ended up with your hands dangerously close to where your mouth was this morning. You tried not to think of it as you took in the scenery and zipped through the town. Steve seemed to know his way around.
You turned into a parking area.
“The Via dell'Amore?, really Steve?”
“It’s a beautiful view. I’m not trying to mess with your mind, Y/N.”
You were wary, but you followed his lead to the trail. You were blown away as you stepped on the pathway proper and you felt Steve’s heat close behind you. It was a narrow path.
“Amazing isn’t it?”
“It’s breathtaking!”
You looked back at Steve and he smiled when he saw your face. 
“I’m glad that you like it.”
You two started to walk, and you found out that Steve had been stationed at Pisa and that’s why he knew Cinque Terre so well. 
“I bet you brought a lot of girls up here.”
You didn’t know why you cared. But he was supposed to be explaining himself.
“Fewer than you’d think. There was one local girl, but I haven’t had many relationships.”
“Oh.” 
You bit your lip as you overthought.
“I would have thought that someone who looked like you would have people falling at your feet.”
“Really?” Steve appraised you. “I might say the same for you.”
You laughed.
“I’m not everyone’s type.
“And I’ve never been more grateful to be an individual.”
You shook your head.
“Look Steve, I am really sorry for how I acted on our date. It was so wrong of me to assume about your upbringing. I understand your need to get back at me…”
“Wait. Do you think that last night and this morning was about getting back at you?”
Steve had stopped and was looking into your eyes.
“Well…”
Steve put his hands on your arms and shook his head.
“That wasn’t what that was. Man, I am such an idiot. I need to explain.”
Steve spied a stone bench that overlooked the water and led you over to it.
“This is about my childhood. And yours. About us…”
“What are you talking about, Steve?”
“What do most people ask you about your background?”
You rolled your eyes.
“Most people ask me how I became Aria’s publicist.”
Aria starred in a Disney sitcom as a teen and her recording and acting career took off from there. There were plenty of sharks, but you knew the business. When you finished college, you made sure that she would never be exploited again.
“I figured, but what about you? You’re pretty talented yourself, right? You acted a bit when you were younger, didn’t you?”
You did a double take. Not many people knew that about you.
“You’ve been researching me, Captain Rogers?”
Steve’s stomach flipped when you called him that, but he answered you.
“Not exactly. Maybe. Sort of. I know things.”
Steve plowed ahead. You decided to play along.
“So… yeah. I was in Betcha By Golly Wow when I was 10-12 years old. I played young Vanessa.”
You thought back to the days when you were considered one of the most promising young actors on broadway. You even had a Tony nomination somewhere in storage. What a time that was in your life. Aria was a toddler and your parents were still alive. It was before you had to grow up so fast. You adored Aria, but back then you were able to do something you loved in the most glorious way. 
Your arms raised goosebumps as you looked into Steve’s eyes. Something was prickling your intuition.
Steve nodded at your response as though he knew what you were going to say.
“What was your favorite part about performing on Broadway?”
“Well….”  
You looked at him again, getting this strange feeling of deja vu. There was something about this exchange that was giving you the feels.
“My favorite part of being on a Broadway show was making people happy. I loved hearing the audience sing along and laugh at my lines. I used to love the finale because everyone in the audience always got on their feet and danced along.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” 
You were breathless now. It couldn’t be. You had to be crazy.
“And after the show, I used to meet as many people as possible. And talk to them. I was thrilled when they wanted my autograph and said that they wanted to come back to see the show again. It was such a privilege to make someone’s day.”
“D’you remember any of the people that you talked to?”
“There were some that stood out.”  
You were looking at Steve in a new light now. 
“...Like the time Audra McDonald came by. And Sheryl Lee Ralph. My heroes.”
“Are those the only ones you remember?”
“I loved when we did special matinees for schools. There was one time, when we were paid by the Stark Foundation to give personalized tours for boys from a group home who were interested in acting…”
“I bet that was a real treat for them.”
You squinted at Steve, trying to erase 20 years from his face.
“Yeah. I bet. But, as you probably know very well, 12 year old boys can be assholes. I was assigned this asswipe of a kid named Brock, and he demanded that I kiss him behind the kitchen set, he also tried to feel me up, and I slapped him.”
You shook your head at the memory. Then your brow furrowed and you looked back up at Steve.
“He started to manhandle me and I got scared, because he was so much bigger than me. He grabbed my arm and all of a sudden, this scrawny little kid named Grant…”
You cocked your head sideways at Steve, almost certain now. You continued.
“…This smallish kid named Grant jumped on his back from nowhere, and managed to distract him. Of course, Brock started to get him good, but I picked up a baseball bat from the stage props and together we got him to leave us alone. I ended up…”
Your voice trailed off as the emotion of that day came back. You couldn’t believe you had blocked this all out.
“Smallish?” Steve snorted. “He was a runt.” 
He smiled at you and your heart did a thing. 
“I’m guessing.”
You smiled and nodded. 
“Right.”
“And I bet that you took that Grant kid to your dressing room and cleaned him up. Because Brock tagged him in the nose pretty good.”
You looked at Steve’s beautifully crooked nose.
“You probably taught him the dance in the second act. Even the slow dance that the grown-ups did….”
Steve trailed off, lost in the moment so long ago.
That moment when you first stared into the same blue eyes that you were looking into now came back and took your breath away.
“Great guesses. And I bet you can also surmise that I was taller than him.”
You smiled softly as you remembered the way his hand trembled at your waist, but the boldness in the way he stared at you. You bit your lip as you remembered the innocent kiss on the cheek that you gave him as he left.
Steve was blushing now, looking down at his hands as he smiled at the memory.
“Yeah. He probably hadn’t had his growth spurt yet. But I bet that didn’t matter to him. You were probably… No definitely the most beautiful girl that kid had ever seen. And that kid never forgot that day. Or you. He probably never got over it.”
You two stared at each other for a long time it seemed. You broke the silence first.
“Steven Grant Rogers.”
Your eyes appreciated his body in a new light. 
“A growth spurt indeed.”
Steve flushed again.
“I wanted to tell you at dinner, but then…”
“I assumed shit and was rude as hell.”
“Yes…”
You scoffed as Steve laughed.
“…And I didn’t know how to tell you what I’ve wanted to since the day I found out you were Aria’s sister. The first time you stepped on the plane, you didn’t recognize me the way I recognized you. And I admit, I felt some kind of way.”
You cocked your head at him.
“You were salty? Why? You've been stalking me for 20 years and I ruined your chance to make you fall in love with me?”
You were joking but Steve didn’t laugh. 
“I’m not a stalker. But I really never forgot you. I did move on. Bucky and I enlisted together and I had other relationships. But there was this ideal girl in my head that no one could ever live up to. I gave up on finding the one, because I thought the one was somewhere out there that I would never reach. And then you walked on my plane and…”
“Wait. Your plane?”
“Well.. yeah. Bucky and I own two jets, and we lease them.”
“Oh. Topher presented it as if he owned it.”
Steve rolled his eyes. 
“Anyway. Here you were. And you virtually ignored me. And then I managed to get a date with you and you were…”
“An asshole. I know.”
“Just.. not the same girl I had in my head.”
“Oh. So you’re disappointed?”
Your heart sank for some reason.
“No. You have grown up. You know who you are and speak up about it. But you challenge me, you care so much about everyone else, and you’re so fucking intelligent. And that body…”
You thrilled at that statement.
“You’re so much better than the fantasy I’d built in my head. I was intimidated.”
“You didn’t seem intimidated last night. Or this morning.”
You moved closer to him, craving…something.
“I wasn’t planning on having to sleep in the same bed as you. I couldn’t help myself.”
Steve’s hand touched your arm and moved up your neck.
“It’s like I’m drawn to you on a string… I…and this body… you’re not a little girl anymore.”
Steve looked down your cleavage and then drew away. You felt disappointed.
“I wanted to talk to you before… if… anything happened.”
Steve looked out over the water.
“And I just know that if I… if we… took it there. It would be the point of no return.” 
He looked back over to you.
“You wouldn’t be able to get rid of me.”
Your eyes were on Steve’s lips.
“So it’s like that?”
“Yes, very much so.”
“You mean to tell me that I would be dickmatized? I couldn’t quit you if I tried.”
Steve smiled cockily at you.
“Pretty sure that would be the case…”
“Try me.”
And suddenly you were on Steve’s lap, your hands in his hair as you kissed his lips and demanded entry with your tongue. You ground your crotch on him, bringing his cock to life through his pants. His hands went to your waist, thumbs caressing your sides as he took possession of your mouth. He groaned and one hand moved up to your nape, grabbing the hair there to separate you from him.
“We can’t…you’re trying to get me to fuck you on the side of a public cliff.’
You whined as Steve attacked your neck, nipping and biting you, surely leaving marks. Your clit was quivering from the pleasure and your whines got louder.
“Need you Steve…”
The last 24 hours felt like a giant tease. 
“You need time to think, remember? We’re caught up in emotion now… time to.. Fuck… think.”
“Yes. You’re right. Thinking is for winners. Not fucking like mindless animals. Wouldn’t want you to fuckme from behind like an animal with that big dick…”
“I’m so hard right now, I’d need to struggle to fit it in that tight little hole…”
You whimpered.
“It would be so easy right now. ‘M so wet…”
Steve groaned.
“Ok.. that’s it.”
He lifted you off of his lap and all you could do was look down on his hardon, disappointed. He lifted your chin to look in your eyes.
“You really will have us arrested.”
He nodded toward a security camera.
“Let’s go back to our separate rooms. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
“Yes, join me on the yacht tour we can have a great discussion in our bathing suits. Swim in the ocean. Get all wet…”
Steve shook his head at you and grabbed your hand.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
He led you back down the path to the Vespa and kissed you after you put your helmet on.
“I promise I won’t hurt you, y/n. I will give you anything you ask for. And you asked for space.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me, even if I ask you to?”
“You’re incorrigible,” Steve laughed at your antics.
You kept your hands in neutral places on the ride back to the hotel, resting your chin against Steve’s leather-clad back. Steve caressed your hand with his as he drove. He walked you back to your new suite, and when you reached the door you leaned back against the wall.
“Do you want to come… in?”
Steve smiled at you. 
“More than anything… but I won’t..”
You pouted up at him, chipping away at his resolve. You cursed yourself for saying you needed time alone.
“Can I have a kiss, Captain?”
Steve chuckled, moving closer to you.
“Of course…”
You dropped your bags when he leaned down, your tongue laved his lips and when he opened, you sucked his tongue. Steve moaned into your mouth as your hands came up and tugged on his hair. That was a hot wire straight to his cock. His hands began to wander, large fingers playing with your nipples through your bodice. Your sensitive buds were straining against the lace and the cotton as he teased you.
“This dress…the way you look in it. And the way you feel…”
“You’re making me so hot, Steve. Want you. Need you…I’m dripping for you.”
You pressed yourself close to him, standing on tiptoe to return the favor of marking his neck, making him reach down and gather up the hem of your dress.
“Is that so?”
And his fingers dipped into the lace of your sodden panties, moaning as he felt you.
“Fuck this feels so good, Doll. You are so slick…oh my god…”
He started to finger fuck you with two thick fingers as his thumb twirled your plucky button.
You were holding on to his shoulders for dear life at this point.
“S-steve! Fuck!”
“When you go in here. By yourself. Alone.”
It was like he was trying to convince himself. And he was.
“Don’t touch yourself. I’m claiming this pussy as mine. And I don’t want you to touch it. Be a good girl and save your orgasm for me.”
You were about to cum on the palm of Steve’s hand, so you would agree to anything.
“Jesus Steve… yes, yes! Whatever you say.”
He withdrew his hand, holding your glare as you watched him suck his fingers off, angry that your orgasm was denied. You didn’t want to be defiant, but you needed retribution.
“Then you can’t touch that cock. No matter how hard you get tonight.”
Steve gulped.
“Don’t waste any of that delicious cream on the floor or any where that I am not there to lick it off of you. If you are not going to cum inside me tonight, you better not do it anywhere.”
He smiled at your possessiveness.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He leaned down and kissed your nose.
“You’re so cute when you’re angry. You know that?”
You smiled up at him and turned around to the wall within the cage of his arms.
“I’m much cuter when you’re hitting it from the back, or so I’m told.”
Steve felt a mixture of jealousy and lust as you stuck your ass out and ground on his hard cock through your dress and his pants. He pushed his wet fingers in your mouth as his other hand went back to your pussy, teasing you to the edge again, as he molded you to his fingers.
“Such a fucking brat. I should fill all your holes…”
Your body throbbed as you thought of being used by Steve in that way.
You begged for it.
“Please Captain…”
Steve growled as he abandoned your pussy again and fell to his knees, pulling your dress up and your panties down. He pulled your hips backward so that he had access to your sopping wet crease. He needed to shut you up, and this was the best thing he could think of although you were in the middle of a public hotel hallway. Of course, he wasn’t thinking clearly since there was no blood in his brain.
Steve’s lips suckled at your clit like a man dying of thirst and just when your vision started to blur, his rude tongue forged a path up your folds to your tight ring of muscle, where he boldly dipped inside you. You grabbed his hair as he gave you a taste of what he wanted to do to you, but once again, you were denied the ultimate pleasure. He stopped just before you came all over his face.
Your head was spinning as he turned you around and fixed your dress. You looked up at him, surprised that he was upright, and that you were not on your knees next.
“Now be a good girl and get some rest.” 
He put your bags back in your hand and kissed your temple, then retreated across the hall as you opened your door. 
“G’night,” he said as you held the door open, as if offering an invitation.
“Sweet dreams,” you responded, letting the door swing closed as you pulled your dress over your head, giving him a glimpse of the lilac lace beneath your dress.
Steve’s first urge was to break the door down when it latched closed, but instead he just stood there and collected himself as he looked around for the exit and took the stairs down to his room to burn off some steam.
You leaned against the wooden door of your room, hoping in vain to cool down the fire that Steve Rogers had stoked inside of you.
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Give You a Ride
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𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — cowboy!steve rogers × fem!reader
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — you had your eyes on him for a long time...finally something happens but you have to follow one rule; the cowboy rule...
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT; very little oral, dirty talk, p in v, (use protection!) kinda unprotected sex? reader could be on the pill or smh
𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — this is just a little steve drabble so I at least have one fic of him, but idk how to feel about this one!!! reblog, comment and follow!!
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You sat alone at the bar, waiting for the rodeo to start. Even though you weren't a big fan of the sport, you were a huge fan of the blonde cowboy.
While all of them were good looking, he was by far the prettiest. You had your eyes on him for some time now, but he never seemed to notice you.
However you also didn't have the courage to ask him out. You were sure, no you saw how many women swooned over him.
In comparison to them you felt small, they knew what they were doing. Maybe that was what he wanted?
On the other side of the bar Steve Rogers couldn’t take his eyes off you. For a few months now he wanted to ask you out, but never did he know how until today.
He waited patiently for his turn on the mechanical bull. Once it was time he put on his cowboy hat and sat down on the bull.
"And now our favourite cowboy! Ladies, keep your panties on, Steve Rogers!" a man behind the microphone announced, catching everyone's attention.
Steve wasn’t a flirt, but he was well aware of his looks and charm. However unlike Bucky he used them carefully.
You sat down excited to see Steve break his own record, watch the way he flexed his muscles as he held onto the moving bull.
Little sweat pearls rolling down his forehead, his mouth agape as he tries to catch his breath.
A few loose strands fall into his handsome face. You felt the need to brush them away, oh how you wished you could. The urge became stronger with every second that passed, you got lost in your thoughts.
All you could think of was his, how his hands would grip your waist as he would fuck you into the mattress, how soft he would be afterwards. The way lips would feel on every inch of your body, the pleasure he would grant you.
Suddenly everyone clapped and cheered, Steve had broken his own record – again. You snapped out of it and saw how he got off the bull.
He grinned while walking towards the crowd. The blonde took off his hat, behind you the women were screaming for him. You stayed silent, not knowing what was going on.
Then he came to a stop in front of you, "hello, bunny," his voice deep, "I think you'd look quite good with my hat," Steve gave you a smirk before placing his hat on your head.
He was right, you looked beautiful. If he could he'd never let you take his hat off.
He was right, you looked beautiful. If he could he'd never let you take his hat off. You were frozen in your spot, having no idea what to do. Your brain couldn’t even comprehend what was happening at the moment.
Steve held out his hand for you to take which you took without hesitation. Your eyes found his blues, they were like an ocean and you wanted to drown in them.
“Let me take you for a ride,” he whispered against the shell of your ear, goosebumps trailed down your spine. God, his voice was like music to your ears.
“Yes, please,” you responded, pressing your body against his. Suddenly you felt hot, every fiber in your body yearned for more touch of Steve. The cowboy wrapped his arm around your waist and led you off the stage.
You couldn’t believe your luck, finally after all this time he saw you and even if it was only for one night you would enjoy it. Get it out of your system.
Steve was ecstatic, his plan worked and now he had you finally for himself. The two of you didn’t even make it to his room before he kissed you, he couldn’t wait any longer.
Your lips moved in sync, his were as soft as a pillow and oh, so gentle. There was no demand in the kiss, only passion, passion that only grew with every moment.
Your back hit the wooden door causing you to gasp, Steve took it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. A dance started between you, who would win it? Who would dominate the other.
Steve unlocked the door behind you and pushed you through the doorway until your back hit the soft cushions of the bed.
With a smirk Steve made sure the hat sat right on you before he unbuttoned your trousers. "Look at this pretty thong my bunny is wearing, only for me?" He asked, his nose almost touching yours.
"Mhm, only for you," you arched your back in an attempt to get closer to him.
Steve let his hand trail beneath your lace thong, as soon as his fingers felt the wetness a low groan slipped from his lips.
"God, bunny, you're drenched…tell me why…, come on tell your cowboy," a hint of pleading was in his voice. Steve wasn't one to beg, and he didn't beg now. The blonde wanted you needy and desperate – as if you weren't already.
"It was–, was you…," a whine pushed past your lips as Steve entered your leaking hole with one finger, "go on," his voice deep, commending.
"On the–, bull, fuck!" You moaned when he curled his fingers and pressed his on your sensitive nub.
"I think it's time you fulfill your duty, bunny," before you could process his words you were on your knees. Steve had unbuckled his pants and found his place next to you.
"Come 'ere," he held his hand out just like he did before. You however weren't sure what to do which resulted in hesitation, an action Steve noticed.
"What's wrong bunny? Don'tcha know the cowboy rule?" a part of him was taunting you, but it only turned you on.
A bit bummed you shook your head, shy to admit it. Steve chuckled deeply and guided you onto his lap, he took out his hard cock. The tip was already leaking with precum, making a little mess on his white dress shirt.
Your eyes widened when you saw his thick girth, wondering how he'd fit inside you.
"Let me give you a little lesson," the blonde said and slowly pushed you down onto his cock. Your drenched cunt working as the perfect lube.
A loud whine fell from your lips, it hurt. He stretched you out and thanks to his length you were sure you felt him in your stomach.
"When a cowboy gives you their head, you have to ride him," Steve whispered, sitting up to lean against the headboard as he titles your chin up.
The thought of riding him had you unknowingly move your hips slightly.
"Have you rode a cowboy before, bunny?" He asked with a smirk and met your light movements. You couldn't get one word out, only shaking your head.
"Then I think it's time," were his last words before he grabbed your waist and moved your hips. It was a weird feeling at first, but the pleasure it brought you made up for it.
You moaned with every thrust you made, everytime you would hit that spot. You wanted more of him, rolled your hips faster and chased your high. Steve groaned, held tight onto you as you were so tight he had a hard time keeping himself from coming.
He was sure if you'd continue squeezing him like that he would explode.
"Yes, ride me, ride me like the slutty little bunny you are. Are you my bunny?" he laced his hand around your neck, squeezing gently yet demanding.
"Answer me," he ordered once more, you couldn't. The pleasure felt too overwhelming, a knot formed in your stomach.
Steve felt you getting tighter, he grabbed your hips and held you down and destroyed the process of your orgasm.
"You wanna come? You answer me bunny, you want to be my good bunny right…ride my cock, make your cowboy feel good…," his voice intense with no room for arguments.
"Yes, yes, yes! I'm your bunny, only yours!" You shouted, needing to quicken your pace again.
Steve nodded in approval, "good bunny," was all he said before letting go of your hips, but still keeping a hand on your throat.
A loud pornographic moan slipped from you, "imma come, Steve, let me come, please," you begged pathetically.
Steve smirked and leaned back, his hand trailing from your throat to your clit to rub tight circles.
"Come my slutty little bunny, but remember…the night's not over yet."
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Loved loved loved the steve headcanon. If you’re in the mood, I would an expansion on the “steve is the type of man to never let you go to bed angry, even if you’ve both had a fight and he end up on the coach” because I absolutely agreed and I especially enjoyed reading that! Thank you for sharing this husband!Steve HC.
oh yes most definitely! His mind wouldn't rest until he knows you're at peace. Ask and you shall receive (i must say I did get quite carried away). I wrote this at 1 am so be aware of spelling :)
The Steve headcanon
My soul cannot sleep without you
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The rumble of the car engine comes to a stop as Steve pulls into the garage of your shared home, the living room light is still on and if you weren't already irritated, you'd mentally smack yourself for being so forgetful. Bills weren't cheap, even on an avenger's salary. 
Collecting the ends of your dress you shoulder your way through the car door, slamming it with an oomf for good measure. Steve, of course, shuts his door gently, and it leaves you even more annoyed with him. 
Why is he not angry? 
You don't dare look behind you as Steve begins to jog towards you, you fear the confusion that has been plastered on his face for the last 20 minutes would make you explode. 
You're about to open the door until you remember, he has the keys, Steve is already one step ahead of you, fingers brushing past your elbow as he twists the golden metal into the door nob. You can feel his stare burning into the side of your face but you will yourself not to look his way, to see that look on his face that would have you conceding.
The smell of peppercorn and maple engulfs your senses as you enter your hallway, the soft air of familiarity fails to calm your tense shoulders however, as you pass the framed pictures of you and Steve over the years without so much as a glance.
Reaching your kitchen you notice the bouquet of orchids Steve had bought you earlier today left on the counter, in the rush to get to the compound's charity ball on time you had forgotten to find them a vase.
What flowers would she like?
You search through the kitchen cabinets before you grasp the clear glass, shufflingly through appliances and setting it on the granite counter. You unwrap the orchids, cutting the stems down to fit into the glass vase and filling them generously with water. Steve looks at you incredulously, arms folded as his eyes follow your movements.
"Are you going to say something?" Steve says, his melodic voice travelling through the house, bouncing off the glass vase yet failing to penetrate you.
You begin to clean the stems and spilt water from the counter, ignoring Steve’s attempt at conversation. Did he seriously not realise the brunette practically hanging onto his every word?
Steves's hand grasp your own, stopping you from wiping down the rest of the kitchen, he lifts your chin but your eyes remain downcast, fiddling with the string of the washcloth.
"Can you at least look at me?" Steve says, scanning your face that remained emotionless. His fingers glide across your arms to rest on your cheeks, and the feeling of his hands on you, after she'd touched them has you ripping them off of you. Scoffing, you throw the washcloth into the sink, before turning towards Steve.
"I don't understand, why are you upset? Did I do something?" Steve furrows his brows, his hands gripping his pants as if he's stopping himself from reaching for you.
You scoff at that, "You can't be serious Steve, you are one of the smartest people I know and you can't notice something happening right in front of you?"
He shakes his head, eyes squeezing as he opens them, you notice him scanning over the events prior, but it comes up empty and it has Steve looking more confused than before.
“What's her name, huh Steve? At least tell me her name” You whisper, arms folded as the shimmers of the dress begin to irritate you.
“What? Who?” Steve replies, stepping closer to you
“Who? The brunette who was hanging off of you the entire night Steven” You groan, you hated facing your insecurities, much less voicing them.
There is a momentary pause in Steve as his mind backtracks to the evening, sifting through the hundreds of faces he’d seen tonight, he finally realises who you're talking about.
Tony’s accountant
“Marianna?” Steve scoffs
“Yes, Marianna” You spit her name like poison, but you can’t seem to get her face out of your mind, she’s taken homage next to the laundry you hadn't gotten the time to do. The way her pantsuit fitted her elegantly, sophisticated and modern, she was the woman of the future. And you were just, well, you.
She could pull off a red lip, something that never quite looked good on you, and the very way she spoke told you she said very few words that didn't ilicitate constant adoration. She didn't need to fill the space with empty jargon, every word had meaning.
The constant comparison had followed you the entire evening, and the past insecurities that you had thought you'd overcome seemed to weigh you down like an anchor, pulling you into the deprecation you knew all too well.
It was fine, you’d get over it until she began to talk to Steve, your husband. you didn't miss the look on her face as they conversed, utter, pure amazement. You knew it because you wore it every day, Steve had a way with people, it's what attracted you to him in the first place.
You felt out of place as they spoke about diplomacy and business, and at that moment you had wished you actually listened when Tony pulled you into one of the many long rants you'd gotten used to. 
She wasn't even mean to you as if the playground tactics were beneath her, but it didn't take her calling you a bitch to know the animosity that radiated from her every time Steve had tried to pull you into their conversation. You knew where you weren't wanted and you weren't about to make a fool of yourself. So you left them to it as you sat next to Natasha, who offered you a much-needed drink.
She had noticed your annoyance at Marianna the second she came over, as she always did, and for a second, you wish Steve would too. He was too pure too good, to take notice of the way Marianna got closer and closer to him or the way she bit her lip and laughed a little too hard at one of his lame jokes. The poor man thought she was being friendly, he was oblivious to her true motives.
Natasha held her grin behind an empty champagne glass, snickering when Marianna threw her head back for good measure. You had vented to her there, and she reminded you of the man Steve was. How he was absolutely enamoured by you and you only, how you had him wrapped around your finger so tight he wouldn't even think about looking at another woman that way. It was all things you knew deep down, but that didn't stop your brain from imagining the worst, that he was deep in an affair with his co-worker, and you were the dumb clueless wife who waited for him at home.
You wouldn't let that happen again, not after all those years of betrayal from an ex, you wouldn't let yourself be made a fool. Pride had a way of getting in between reality, and you let it stew you in anger until you were mad at Steve instead of her.
Steve shakes his head, moving closer to you,
“She's just Tony’s accountant, we chatted for a few, that's all doll” Steve replied, carding a hand through his blonde locks. Reasoning, however, doesn't seem to be on your mind tonight as you remember all the lies you've been told starting with she.
She’s just a friend, she’s just an assistant, she’s just...
“Well, she seemed to have taken your attention for the whole night, while I was left drinking champagne of all fucking things with Natasha. She was meant to go find her date for that night, but instead, she was with me” You replied looking towards him in anger.
“Well, I tried to include you in the conversation, but every time I asked for your opinion your mind seemed as if it was a thousand miles away!” Steve replied swiftly hands gesturing around.
“Yeah, because she was laughing every single goddamn time I opened my mouth, god Steve, can't you see what she’s doing?” You replied even faster, swallowing down the brick that began to form in your throat.
“What, what is she doing, I thought I was having a conversation with a colleague, but you seem to know better” Steve quipped, his jaw tensing and his shoulders seized.
“She wants you, and you’re either too blind to see it or already fucking know it” You replied, muttering under your breath.
Steve scoffs, shaking his head, eyes scanning your face as he remains silent.
“Is your silence meant to mean I was right?” You yell, tears beginning to gather on your waterline and you have to pinch yourself to get force them to remain there.
Steve’s eyes never leave your face, the cerulean orbs darting left and right, and up and down as if trying to understand your benevolence. His arm twitches as if he wants to gather you into his embrace and forget this entire evening.
“How can you say that” Steve replies, after a short while, “I was courteous, polite for god's sake, you know I would never do that to you” Steve moves until his hands grasp your own. They’re warm to the touch like he always is, and they begin to soothe the coldness that has begun to take over your body.
It doesn't help though, instead, it reminds you of the times you've been told that your insecurities were imaginary, that the unfaithfulness in your relationship wasn't real. That you, instead were harbouring a secret, the anger you felt then turned to guilt at your own self for even accusing him of cheating. If you were told enough times that your reality wasn't yours, you’d start to believe it.
“Yeah well, the only person I can ever trust is myself” You whisper, spitting the words out and unlatching yourself from Steve's grasp. Steve looks down at you in shock, betrayal and hurt falling over his features, whilst yours turn to stone.
He closes his eyes before opening them again, nodding as if he accepted your anger.
“Fine, I’m taking the couch,” Steve scoffs, ripping off his tie and placing it on the counter, before walking into the living room the loud stomp of his shoes vibrating through the quiet house.
You turn to the discarded tie, grasping it into your palm, the texture of the material felt velvet against your fingers. It was a plain tie, one you'd find anywhere, but it was the first tie you'd ever gotten him. You'd gifted him many over the years, all of them more expensive and chic than this one but he'd told you you'd have to pry it out of his cold dead hands before he would give it up. 
It was his lucky tie because you were his lucky girl.
Where you still now?
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The satin pillow dampened with your tears, you hadn't waited to even close the door before you were muffling a sob that broke out of your throat. Since then, the tears never ceased, you had to shove your face into the covers to make sure Steve wouldn't hear you.
Sleep was fruitless, you had tried everything, but you lay there, like clothes on a washing line, wrung out and left to dry. Your mind wouldn't let the image leave, her fingers grabbing his bicep as she laughed, the way he grinned as his humour got praised.
Was that it, had she given him more attention? More than you?
A billion reasons clamoured your mind as you pushed your fingertips to your eyelids, wishing that you hadn't even gone to the charity ball at all, save the humiliation just for your mind only.
Deep down you knew, you knew that this was all the insecurities of your past coming forth from their hiding places. Steve was the best person in your entire life, he would never, his stupidly good heart wouldn't allow it. But that was just it, he was too kind and nice and good that people like Marianna were able to sink their claws and have their way with him however they wanted.
He thought they were being friendly, but they knew they weren't.
Hours seem to pass before you find the room illuminated with the light of your phone in your palm, your chest feels tight and uncomfortable and you don't know how much more of this you could take.
Tapping onto the folder named “him”, you are met with hundreds of photos of you and Steve throughout the years, starting from the very few dates you had before he claimed you as his, till the wedding night when you both had stayed up to take out the millions of pins in your intricate hair.
In all of them, every single one, Steve displays the same adored, content look of utter satisfaction and love, his eyes sparkled with it, like the sun glittering against the gentle waves and folds of the sea. An endless pool of longing that seemed to have depth only for you, to crash and fight and turn inside and out for you.
Your relationship was never easy, but Steve has always, always been the anchor that brought you back, he never gave up, even when you pushed him away and left him in the dark. Even when the fear of loss and hurt caused you to scream things you didn't mean and do things you shouldn’t have.
You flick across to a photo of Steve looking towards you, a soft grin lighting up his face as you held Clint’s newborn, you were cuddled up on a seat, your knees tucked into you as you were sucked into the guilty pleasure of red fat cheeks and baby fever.
Sam had captured it without Steve looking, sending it to you a couple of days ago with the words ‘Someone wants to be a daddy’. You’d laughed it off but each day you'd come back to that picture. Back to the moment when Steve looked like he had never loved something harder than you, as if it was his first time ever really feeling it.
He loves you, you know? I knew it the day he met you, he has this look on his face, where his eyes get all glazed over and his fingers are reaching for you. It’s like he can’t breathe until he can hold you, like his body will break in two and his heart will stop.
Natasha had told you that one night on the terrace unprovoked, with a beer in her hand and the moonlight falling over the both of you. She had been there from the start, had found you when you were still a shell of a person, back then you didn't even know what love was. You fear if it wasn't for her you and Steve wouldn't have ever met.
“Steve would never do that” 
The sounds of her voice those hours ago ring in your head. It was true, your entire time with Steve told you but what thing, he was not your ex. He was kind, and soft and held you like you were glass and he'd crush you. And then suddenly, as if a switch had been turned in your mind, the light of a dark place turning on you realise how utter fucking foolish you had been.
Steve’s faith in you never faltered, even when it should have he never felt a reason to distrust you, it was foreign, it felt strange to have someone utterly and fully hand their trust and soul to you. And what had you given him in return? Accusations and anger. 
Did he think now, that you did not trust him? That he had failed to show you how you should be loved? How he would never hurt you?
Those men from your past would never amount to Steve, and suddenly you felt you would die right in this room if you didn’t move. If you tell Steve he was enough and that you believed him and that the vows he uttered held true. Every hair on your body itched with this need until the covers were thrown across from your body and your phone was discarded on the bed.
You swung open the door, the cold hair hitting your face and you stumbled through the dark, you run down the hardwood stairs, the haunting reality of your actions following you, you had been so so foolish.
Steve is there, his frantic motions walking towards the bedroom freeze as he notices you. His shirt is crumpled and unbuttoned, and his golden hair is ruffled, the strands falling over his face as if he's run his fingers through it too many times. 
A look of desperation and longing paint his features as he watched you, hands shaking at his sides as he sinks his canines into his reddend lip. You wanted nothing but to hold him now, and the thought bring you to tears, blurring your vision until you miss a step, your heart dropping into your stomach as you brace yourself, waiting to meet the cold hard ground of the kitchen floor.
It never comes, instead, heated, carded muscle wraps around you, and you the smell of Steve, of earth and pine cones has you crying into his shoulder.
He came to you, even when you had screamed at him to leave,
He came to you.
Fresh tears slide down your cheek and you grip Steve, whose fingers softly rub your back, hands tightening around your waist.
“M’ sorry, so sorry Steve, please” You hiccup, covering your face into his shoulder.
“Ssh, my sweet girl, I know” Steve whispers, never seizing his gentle caress. His hands lift your face from his neck, thumb gathering the tears at your waterline. “I know, it’s okay, it’s okay, just breathe for me, hm? 
“In and out, can you do that for me?” Steve breathes out, eyes straining as he watches your shallow breaths ease into semi-normal respiration.
Without a word, Steve collects you in his arms and walks through the house until he enters the bedroom, shutting the door with his foot, eyes never leaving your face as he gently places you onto the now cold bedsheets.
You shudder, reaching for him as he slides in, arms wrap around your sides as he continues his light motions on your back, his fingers come to move your hair behind your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.
You turn around swiftly, hands reaching to cup his face before you’re met with his reddened eyes, it's your turn now to brush away the tears before pressing your lips to his,
‘I should never have, Stevie, you, I-, you would never” You whisper against him his chest, the soft rise and fall lulling you into a state of haze and exhaustion. He presses his forehead to yours
“I just want to hold you now, god, I don't know what I will do if I don’t hold you” Steve replies muttering the words painfully. You wrap your arms around him, pressing yourself into his stomach as his biceps surround you. The sound of Steve's heartbeat, the rhythmic badum badum badum, engulfs you with a sense of tranquillity you hadn’t realised you couldn’t live without.
Steve, your sweet boy, was the one thing you couldn’t live without, without Steve, next to you, holding you between his arms, you don't think you would ever quite find sleep. Not anymore, not after him.
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c-nstantine · 3 months
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Fell in Love with a Stripper
Description: Steve Rogers x black!stripper reader, Tony takes Steve to a strip club
Word Count: 1.7k
Warning: allusions to sex, she's a stripper, a dash of racism from American polls (what's new?)
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Steve wasn't sure why he let Tony continue to pick the group bonding activities. The first time was ziplining, then a glamping nature retreat, and now Tony had picked a strip club. Steve Rogers is a grown man but sometimes you don't want to be at a strip club with a bunch of people you work with even though they are your closest friends. 
"Tony, I don't think this is-" Steve began to explain. He was more worried about how they were going to explain on the news that Earth's Mightiest Heroes were in a shady strip club because that was just so great for optics. 
"Nope, we're going in and you, my friend, are going to enjoy it," Tony grabbed Steve by the shoulder and ushered him into the club. Natasha was leaning against the bar sweet talking to the bartender. Bruce was gripping the seat of the chair as he received a lapdance. Clint and Thor were lucky because their partners didn't let them out of the house for this little adventure.
"Wow," Now, Steve had snuck into gentlemen's clubs back in the day and he had seen his fair share of burlesque shows but it's safe to say that they had come a long way since the 1940s. This was the first time that he had been in a modern strip club. The dark haze and the neon lights were distracting a little but his eyes quickly adjusted. 
"Pick your jaw off the floor," Tony said sitting him down in the middle of the club. Tony smiled at the waitress who had brought them drinks. It's not like Steve could get drunk anyway.
"What if it gets to the news?" Steve asked his eyes were trying to be respectful but it's hard when there is so much ass in one place. 
"Don't worry, I've rented out the place for the night and everyone here has signed NDAs." Tony has thought about this a lot. He thought about it so much that he planned every aspect of the night so nothing could go wrong. 
"Does Pepper know you're here?" Steve asked, remembering that Tony was married now. He also has a child. Shouldn't Tony be at home with his family?
"She's at a male strip club," Tony said taking a full swig of his drink.
"Yeah, that track," Steve's eye caught one of the strippers walking by. His eyes trailed her body up and down as her thighs jiggled with each step. Her breasts bounced freely as the clothing she was wearing only really covered her nipples. The butt-length blonde butterfly locs only added to the attraction for Steve. 
"Cupcake, this is my friend Steve. Show him a good time," Tony said with a bright smile. 
"Of course, Mr. Stark," 'Cupcake' giggled as she led Steve down a dark hall. Steve turned to glare at Tony before his eyes noticed a tattoo down the spine of her back. 
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Music filled the backroom and there was little light outside of the neon strips that ran from corner to corner. The strips of neon changed colors but Steve's focus was entirely on 'Cupcake's' body.
"Captain Rogers," 'Cupcake' spoke seductively in his ear. 
"Mhm," Steve was known to be a man with great resolve but that was crumbling with every second that he was in that room with her. He tried his best to tear his eyes away from her face and succeeded in only having them land on her ample cleavage. 
"Do I make you nervous?" She whispered as her hands ran up and down her body. If Steve looked hard enough, he could make out the outline of her nipples.
"Mhm," Steve couldn't form words with the amount of discomfort that he was feeling in his pants. She straddled his lap and he was sure she could feel his dick pulsing between her thighs.
"Look at me, baby. You have such pretty eyes," Acrylic nails grabbed his chin and adjusted his head so that he was looking her directly in the eye and she smiled.
"Thank you, Cupcake," Steve's body stiffened and he was scared to cross a boundary but she was grinding into his lap. Every movement had his dick standing at attention. 
"Normally, the customers aren't allowed to touch but I think I can make an exception for Captain America," She grabbed his hands and placed them on her waist. Steve gave a small squeeze to her flesh before removing them.
"I don't think that'd b-" He tried to be diplomatic but who needs diplomacy in a strip club? His face was flushed with a bright tinge of red.
"You don't want to touch me, Steve?" She pouted ever so slightly. Once again his hands were placed on his waist as she ground onto his lap. He grew more and more brave and began to let his hands wander her body. He traced the curve of her ass to the swell of her breast. He noticed when her breath hitched as he grazed her nipples.
"What time do you get off?" He asked as the music ended and she got off of his lap.
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The two sat in some shitty diner on the corner of the street. It was terribly lit and it was borderline a hazard to eat there. At least the food was good. 'Cupcake' was no longer in her revealing clothing but rather was in a pair of loose sweats and an oversized hoodie. Her makeup was wiped off and her hair was pulled back but Steve was entranced as ever.
"Normally, when guys ask me what time I get off it's so they can have sex with me," She said taking a few sips of her soda. Her eyes watched his movements very carefully. She couldn't quite figure his reasoning out and she didn't like it. 
"Well, most guys aren't supersoldiers from the '40s, are they?" Steve said with a shrug and began to munch on his fries. 
"Touche and you're a lot bolder when I'm fully dressed," Steve shifted uncomfortably when he remembered what was under her sweats. He remembered what it felt like to have her breath on his neck and her thighs around his waist.
"I want to go on a date with you," He admitted shamelessly.
"With all due respect, Captain America, I don't need saving. Don't be Captiain-Save-A-Hoe I'm perfectly content with my job and my life." She explained. Many times men had 'fallen in love' with her but only wanted to change her into something that she was not. She enjoyed her career and it was her passion.
"Now, I didn't say anything about changing your profession. I don't want to change you, I just want to get to know you," Something about Steve was so honest that she believed him.
"Okay, my name is Y/N," She said reaching out her hand for him to grasp.
"I'm Steve," He said bringing her hand to his lips.
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It had been about three months since that night. Steve had managed to keep things between Y/N and him relatively quiet. The two had fallen into a routine that allowed them to be together without raising too many alarms. Steve got used to the long hours and mostly communicated through text messages. However, when the two of them did get together their conversations would last for literal hours. He had accidentally spent the night at her apartment a few times, well enough for him to have his own drawer. Occasionally, he'd notice on facetime when she would wear one of his shirts. It had been clear to the two of them that they were dating but no one else knew. 
"When I took him to a strip club, I didn't think he was going to start dating a stripper," Tony tried to justify his role in all of this. He had JARVIS playing Fell in Love with a Stripper by T-Pain on repeat since the story broke this morning. 
"Why were you four at a strip club in the first place?" The publicist asked looking between the members of the Avengers. 
"Well, Thor was supposed to come but Jane wouldn't let him," Tony once again gave the answer. 
"That doesn't-. Captain Rogers, sir, you have two options: either your girlfriend quits her job or you break up with her," The publicist directed this statement directly to Steve to avoid Tony butting in.
"Why?" Steve asked. He promised Y/N he wouldn't try to change her and to be honest, he didn't want to. 
"Well, see the public generally wouldn't like to see Captain America with a stripper let alon-. I'll stop talking now," The publicist said with widening eyes realizing what they were beginning to say. 
"Let alone a what?" Steve leaned forward and used a commanding tone. Tony looked at him a little surprised that his normally calm demeanor was broken. He must really like her he thought to himself and made a mental note to do a background check on her. 
"To put it lightly most of America isn't happy that you're dating a black woman," The publicist tried to put her words lightly. The polls of certain demographics were indeed less than thrilled to hear their beloved American hero was dating a black woman.
"I really don't care. I date who I want," Steve wasn't wrong. He was a hero and his job was to save the day. He didn't really sign up for all of the work of having a public life.
"Okay, then you have to formally introduce her as your girlfriend. I can line up an entire press junket and make it a love story," The publicist was close to pulling her own hair out but remained calm with deep breaths. 
"If that's what she wants to do, then I'll do it," Steve wouldn't force her but he knew the conversation that needed to be had would be a long and difficult one. 
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dyinglikenarcissus · 4 months
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Staying Home
Steve’s best girl has been sick before but not like this. He’s determined to be the best stay at home doctor boyfriend he can be.
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Thank you so much @longingstormysoul for the inspiration. It’s not exactly what you requested but I had the flu and I kind of weaved this story into that.
Warnings: None really. Just fluff and stuff but this blog it still 18+. No funny business
Plagiarism isn’t cute. Don’t do it.
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You wake up feeling a slight chill run through your body. You snuggle closer to you personal heater and pull the sheets up to your nose. You swallow and know that the flu season has finally gotten to you. You try to take a breath and find your nose hopelessly stuffed. You attempt it again and are thrown into a coughing fit.
“You okay, princess?” You hear Steve’s sleepy voice mutter from behind you, rubbing a hand down your side.
You sit up and take a sip of your water bottle you kept by the bed. You attempt to sooth your burning throat but it doesn’t help as it brings on another coughing fit.
“Hey. What’s wrong?” Steve asks again sitting up to rub your back.
“I think I’m coming down with something,” you wheeze, trying not to talk too loudly.
“Oh, princess. Come here,” Steve coos and presses the back of his hand to your forehead. “You’re warmer than normal,” he muses.
“But I feel so cold,” you whisper, pulling the blankets to your chest.
“Yup. Definitely a fever. Do you have any cold medicine?” You nod and attempt to get out of bed. “I’ll get it,” Steve assures you and presses you back down.
“It’s in that cabinet,” you sniffle and cough before continuing, “in the corner by the sink.
The upper one.”
“Got it. You sit tight and bundle up,” orders.
You’ve never been one to follow orders.
You slide out of bed to use the restroom and brush your teeth.
Steve steps into the bathroom and appears in the mirrors reflection after you spit out your toothpaste.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay in bed?” There’s a playful smirk on his face as he watches you through the mirror.
“I’m not the soldier in this relationship,” you whisper. You think the vibrations from your toothbrush loosened the congestion in your nose but your throat was still on fire.
“When you finish up, I made you some hot tea then I’ll take your breakfast order.”
“You’re gonna cook?” You chuckle and rub some face wash against your skin. Your boyfriend is good at almost everything. Cooking is not one of those things.
He grins at your words. “Panera’s a block away. Whatever soup you want. Sandwich. They have flat breads now. Apple for breakfast, chips for lunch, baguette for dinner.” You can’t help but giggle at his notion but you’ve gone days only eating at Panera before. Sadly.
A day of Panera sounded amazing.
“And I made you a virtual doctors appointment. They’ll call in an hour. Just wanna make sure I don’t have to go on a murderous rampage to find a cure for the love of my life.” You giggle and it turns into another coughing fit.
“You’d go on a murderous rampage for me?” You smile once you regain your voice.
“Well…Bucky and Loki would. I’d go along to keep them in line.”
You smile at his words. “Thor can’t even keep Loki in line. What makes your think you can?”
“Hey! Who kicked Hitler’s ass across the continental US?” You shake your head and try not to laugh to hold back the coughs. “You done making yourself look beautiful? Get back in bed, princess.”
“Beautiful?” You huff, looking yourself over. You felt anything but beautiful but you’d take it.
You slink back into the bed with Steve on your heels. He tucks you in before sitting on the edge of the bed to take you meal order. It may be breakfast time but some chicken noodle soup sounded amazing. Stevie did say to order for the day…
You giggle at the array of items in your cart by the time you pass Steve’s phone back to him.
“Soup, salad, a whole baguette, a kitchen sink cookie? What is that?”
“It’s got everything but the kitchen sink,” you smile. They normally sell out at lunch so you’re staking your claim early. “What are you getting?”
“Breakfast sandwich, turkey sandwich, ham sandwich,” Steve recounts. “And I’m getting one of these cookies, too.” You smile and Steve presses a kiss to your forehead. “Take some meds, princess. And get some sleep. I’ll be back before you know it.” You nod and obey his direction as he walks out of the bedroom and the apartment. You sip you tea and scroll through your phone for a minute before the NyQuil kicks in and knocks you out.
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You wake up to Steve hot body wrapped around you as he dozes, spooning you comfortably on the couch. At least it would’ve been comfortable. You would’ve normally loved it.
You felt completely stifled.
“Stevie, too hot,” you whine and attempt to press away from him.
He groans and stretches before muttering a soft “What’s wrong?”
“You’re too hot,” you whimper trying to struggle out of the throw blanket.
“Calm down. I’ll help you.” He untangles you and tosses the blanket to the chairs. “Better?”
You hum positively.
He sighs and you hear music playing from the TV. “We fell asleep?” You ask as you crack your eyes open to see the credits playing from the movie you were watching.
“You’ve seen Avatar enough times to know all the lines. We didn’t miss much.” You hear the smile in Steve’s voice as he rubs your stomach softly.
You giggle and sing along to I See You with your croaky sick voice. Steve laughs and rolls on to his back. Well, as much as he can on the crowded couch.
“How you feeling, princess?”
You yawn and nod. “A little better. I’m enjoying just being home with you. Sucks I have to be sick.”
“I’m enjoying the vacation,” Steve yawns. “What are we watching next?” He goes back to the Disney+ menu to scroll through your recommendations.
“The Orville! Or Miraculous Ladybug! Are there new Miraculous episodes?”
Steve chuckles. “Let’s check. Shit, looks like they uploaded the rest of season 5.”
“Run it, Cap!” You grin.
“Popcorn?”
You nod and get up to go to the kitchen.
“Take some cough medicine while you’re up,” Steve instructs.
You sigh and but follow his orders. You were getting better under Dr. Rogers supervision so you couldn’t knock him. You just had a bad cough and a migraine that wouldn’t go away no matter what medication you took. But all your other symptoms cleared up in a couple of days.
He had to be doing something right.
You toss a bag of popcorn in the microwave and look through the pile of pills for your cough meds.
You grab two bottles of water and deposit them on the coffee table when there’s a knock at the door.
“Who’s that?” Steve mutters narrowing his eyes.
“Maybe Amazon?” You shrug. You start to walk over to get it but Steve easily over takes you.
Doesn’t stop you from peaking around him to see who it is.
It’s just Bucky.
“What are you doing here?” Steve greets.
Of course he’d be the only one brave enough to come visit when you’re this sick. Super soldier immune systems are no joke.
“Just came to check on you two,” Bucky grins as Steve lets him in.
“Hey, Buck,” you smile. He pulls you into a hug and presses a kiss to your forehead. It was his standard greeting for you. It always felt so warm and comfortable.
“Sorry for the mess,” you whisper.
“You’re sick, doll. Don’t apologize,” he sighs and follows Steve to the living room.
“How’s it going? Getting any better?”
“From when I first got sick, way better,” you smile.
“She still has a bad cough and gets random fevers,” Steve sighs, pulling you into his lap after you bring back a bowl of popcorn. “But one day at a time.” You nod and snuggle into his embrace.
“You two will never stop being disgusting,” Bucky sighs watching you as he falls into the arm chair. “As much as I love you, I didn’t come by just to check on you, doll face. Stevie. Wanna go to Istanbul?”
“No,” Steve states firmly.
“Nat’s in Brazil and Sam’s in California. I don’t have back up.”
“You can’t throw a stick without hitting a super powered being. Go find one of them.”
“Steve, are you seriously saying no?”
“Yes.” Steve states resolutely. “My best girl is sick. I’m not leaving her like this.”
“Stevie, I’m feeling much better. You don’t have to stay behind because of me-“
“No, princess. Buck. I’m retired. Which means I don’t have to work if I don’t want to. I love you, you know I do, but I don’t want to go. I want to stay right here and take care of my princess. Any other time, I’d suit up but right now, she needs me.”
Bucky looks between you and Steve. “Okay,” Bucky says simply.
“Okay?” Steve asks, leaning back on the couch and pulling you along like a security blanket. Bucky would say whatever he wants to Steve but he watches his language around you.
“Yeah, I get it. I’ll ask Okoye or track down that Moon Knight fellow. He hangs out in the Middle East sometimes.”
“You have so many options,” Steve smiles. “I have to draw a line somewhere.”
“Or we’ll just keep dragging you out and it’ll be like you never stopped,” Bucky sighs, leaning back in the recliner.
“When are you leaving?”
“Couple of days.”
“Then you can watch a couple of episodes with us. Want some popcorn?” Steve pushes the bowl closer to his best friend.
Bucky stayed for a few hours, took a nap, ate dinner, then said goodnight.
You turned on Steve the second the door closed. “You don’t have to stay behind because of me.”
“I’m not doing it because of you. I’m doing it because I love you and I don’t want to leave you alone while you’re sick. I’m going to marry you one day and that’s part of the vows, isn’t it?” He smirks and you’re sure your fever came back because you suddenly feels faint.
The two of you didn’t talk about marriage often but when you did, you alway felt flushed and flustered.
“Come on, my little princess. Let’s get to bed early. You’ve had an eventful day.” He scoops you up by the backs of your thighs and carries you to the bathroom to wash up for bed. You both brush your teeth and shower together, just like you’ve done all week.
And you end it all curled up in Steve’s strong arms. You’re quickly getting used to this.
“I like having you home,” you sigh as he holds you against him.
“I like being home. I could really get used to this.”
“This is what retirement actually looks like, baby,” you smile.
“I think I might actually do it one day.” You hear the smile in Steve’s voice making you giggle.
“I know better. The second I start feeling better, you’ll be back out there on them streets.”
“You aren’t feeling better, are you?” Steve questions and presses you down on your back to get a better look at you. You let out a fake cough. “That’s what thought.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips and you can’t help your smile.
“One more?”
“Spoiled little princess.” But he happily obliges.
“I’m your spoiled little princess,” you remind him.
“I guess I have to keep taking care of you.”
You nod in agreement. “And keep giving me cuddles and kisses?”
“And keep giving you all the cuddles and kisses you could ever need.” He presses another kiss to your lips and pulls you back into his embrace.
You lie in his arms for a moment. “Stevie, I really am feeling much better,” you insist.
He hums softly but ignores you otherwise.
“It’s true. I barely have a cough anymore…”
“I don’t care what you have to say, I’m not leaving.” You giggle softly and snuggle into his arms.
For the first time in your almost two year relationship, he said no to saving the world. For you. You can’t keep the smile off of your face as you fall asleep in the only place you want to be: in Steve’s arms.
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angrythingstarlight · 2 months
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Star. I so hope this works since I’ve never put a tiktok link in an ask. https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8bWao3X/
Steve & Dove. That’s all I can say. Just Steve & Dove
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Pairing: Biker!Steve x Reader
WC: Drabble.
CW: Future smut, virgin reader.
AN: A little teaser before Steve takes you out on your first date.
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Steve knows what he does to you. He's very aware of how nervous he makes you and how shy you get when he does certain things. Like reaching back to grab your thigh when he rounds a corner. Your sharp inhale in his ear makes him groan under his breath. Those soft, breathy noises are going to drive him insane. Steve wonders what other sounds he can get out of you.
He really should let go. He tries but you feel good. Even through the layers of his leather gloves and your jeans, you feel so good. That's another thing he thinks about, probably more often than he should.
He can't help it.
Can't stop his mind from wandering off in the middle of the day, consumed by thoughts of how soft and sweet you'd be, how you'd feel under his bare hands, how he'd take his time and figure out what makes you feel good, what makes you lose control and cry out his name.
An image of you, naked on his sheets, hands gripping his headboard as you beg him for more flashes vividly in his brain and he nearly veers off course. His fingers flex and tighten around your thigh and you hold back a whimper.
Mortification burns your cheeks and your belly drops to the highway below. You hope he didn't hear that.
He did.
Fuck he did. Steve adds that to list of things he wants you to do again when he finally has you in his bed.
He feels the slight shiver that wracks your body when he presses his thumb down and massages your inner thigh. He looks over his shoulder, taking in your pretty eyes gazing at back at him, he recognizes the longing in your expression because he's felt it every single day since you came into his life.
He tosses a wink your way, laughing softly when you smile shyly before hiding your face in his back. Steve turns his attention back to the road, deciding to take the long way to your house so he can enjoy a few more minutes of feeling your arms around him, of knowing you're right where you belong. With him.
All he has to do is convince you that he's the right man for you. He's more than willing to be patient and let you choose how slow or fast this relationship progresses, as long as you're comfortable with the pace it's going.
You're worth the wait. He's never been more sure of anything in his life.
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ari’s spoiled baby princess gf ♡
reblogs are appreciated! u are allowed to use this as inspo for ur stories!
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fineanddandy · 4 months
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Two Months Gone
Pack a Bag and Go
G’Mornin
Late Night Creeps
Relationship: stepdad!Steve Rogers x black!YA!stepdaughter x stepdad’s bff!Bucky Barnes
Warnings: cheating/infidelity, throuple, age gap (reader’s in their 20’s), unprotected sex, time jump, smut, graphic language, cursing, yelling/arguing, rough sex, rough dom, edging/withholding, Steve wildin, sex toy/vibrator, 18+
A/N: I had no intentions to go back and work on this series so soon but idk…felt motivated to knock out the last couple chapters. I believe the next one will be the last…that’s the plan at least. Steve’s losing his baby girl to his bestie…and he ain’t pleased…
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Wearing his boxers and a satisfied smile, Bucky stands over your mom’s stove, scrambling up some eggs after making you cum three times in a row. Before 8 am, pulling you out of your slumber with his thick sneaky tongue. It was his last day with you, so he had to leave you with a lasting impression. You were already up in your bed, gleefully resting your weak limbs, trying to distract yourself with a glimpse into a class syllabus so you wouldn’t be sad about Bucky going home, or sad about Spring Break being actually over. You really liked him being around the past few days, forging a real connection while his presence did nothing but edge Steve. You were sure once Bucky was down the road, he was going to punish you somehow for being too willing and able with his buddy. But how was that your fault when he practically gave Bucky the green light? And you didn’t invite him to come be with you, so what’s the deal? Grunting with a pout, you throw your papers down onto the floor and sigh, and wish this week didn’t have to be over, that you didn’t have to go back to reality.
Steve got ready for work with a little pep in his step, a little happy that Bucky was finally getting up outta his business. Don’t get him wrong, he loved Bucky to death, but Steve was tired of being in his feelings, and tired of him spending so much time with you. He couldn’t shake the feeling that you two were…closer than before, and that put a little fear in Steve. He didn’t want to lose you to his best friend, didn’t want to lose you period. Selfish or not, he didn’t want to break up what he had going.
“Baby girl,” Steve calls out to you, poking his head in your door, bringing you out of your depressing thoughts, “I’m off to work.”
“Oh…ok Steve…” You kinda shrugged indifferently, sulking back into the bed.
He asks as he takes a step inside, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” your head shakes, “Not ready to go back to school.”
Steve hums a grin as he sits on the edge of your bed. “Yeah I’m sure,” He brushes a soft hand up your arm, “it was a nice break huh…”
Way better than you imagined. His fingertips find the edge of your pouty lips. “Yeah…I needed it. Now it’s back to studying and papers…”
“It’ll be fine. Won’t see you before you go but I’ll see you soon okay? I’ll miss you so much. Will you miss me?”
“Of course Steve,” you take his hand and kiss the palm of his hand, and he sinfully smiles.
“Be good for me,” he whispers as he kisses your forehead goodbye. Lingering a second, Steve felt a little weird about this goodbye. Gave him an odd stir in the pit of his stomach. Even though you’re sweet and loving, something in your touch tells him she’s disconnected. Has Bucky done something to you? Steve doesn’t have the time to ask, he was already running a little late. Maybe he was just overreacting; the past few days were tough on him. Every giggle, every moan, every touch got under his skin, and Bucky was basking in it. No matter how much Steve convinced himself nothing serious was going on between you and Bucky, he couldn’t shake this unnerving feeling that something has happened…
“Oh whoops!” Holding your breakfast in one hand, Bucky chuckles as he avoids colliding into Steve coming out your room. “Off to work bud?”
Spinning out of his way with a grimace, Steve glares him down standing there all happy in his underwear. “Mmm yeah…when are you heading out?”
“In a couple hours,” Bucky gleefully announces, “After I give our girl a proper goodbye,” winking down at what he cooked for you.
Steve’s over it, heading towards the stairs with a tired sigh. “You’ve been giving her a proper goodbye all morning.” He had heard enough of her blissful cries in passing. “Don’t keep her too long Buck.”
“Alright dad, chill.” A crooked smirk creeps up his cheek. “She won’t be late for school…promise…besides no tellin when I’ll see her again. In a month…maybe next week…”
Steve scrunches his face up, slowing his pace and turning his chin back over his shoulder. The way Bucky said…what the hell did he mean…
“Hey, better get going bud. Don’t wanna be late.” Bucky pats him on the shoulder, distracting him from his suspicious mind. “I’ll call you from the road alright? Been a fun fuckin week huh…” Opening your bedroom door, Bucky smiles as he slips inside. Steve stands there dumbfounded as he shuts the door, grumbling to himself and stalking away as he hears your happy laugh from the hall. He really has to get to work before he does something stupid.
“This looks so good.” You grin down at the plate sitting in your lap, licking your lips in anticipation. You were lowkey kidding when you said you deserved breakfast in bed after the night you two had. You really didn’t think Bucky actually would. So fuckin sweet.
“Mmm you look so good…” Bucky croons as he leans in for a kiss of your cheek, crawling onto your messy bed. He really loves to see you smile so big. Makes his stomach flip. “Good enough to eat again…and again...” His lips sinfully curl as they brush down your jawline.
“Yeah, yeah…” you take a big bite of bacon and huff a chuckle, letting Bucky kiss up on your neck. “If you’re so hungry…have some bacon…” you hold it out for him to bite but he’s too busy feeling you up to notice.
“I’m full baby thanks…” he whispers against your skin damp with his saliva, running his nimble fingertips down your stomach. “Open your legs…”
You snatch up the plate with a happy gasp, your thighs falling open in the process. “But Bucky!”
He’s no longer concerned about your breakfast as he snakes his way down your body, under the plate hovering in the air. You’re still chomping down on bacon as he pushes up your shirt to kiss your bellybutton, pulling your panties off your hips. Settling back in the bed you hum a blissful moan, smiling at the way he traces the tip of his tongue up and down your throbbing slit. This is the third time this morning he’s gone down on you. Bucky’s gluttonous…addicted, and you can’t be more honored that it’s you he craves.
Bucky licks your wetness off his lips as he softly mutters, “just enjoy breakfast baby…I got you…” dipping his wiggling tongue inside your fluttering hole.
“Oh fuck Bucky…” The plate wobbles in your hold. Holy shit, he’s so good at this, but you’re so damn hungry. Practically empty from all the work you had been putting on Bucky and he in return. How are you supposed to eat when he’s eating you like a ravenous monster. Nearly choking on a piece of bacon, your toes curl, you lurch up off the bed, whining out as you gasp for air, “thought…you were…full…”
Bucky’s dark chuckle beats into your contracting pussy as he slips a finger in over his tongue. “Never too full of you…” He grins at the mess he’s made, your hot pink muscles trembling around his playful fingertips.
You hurriedly drop your plate of lukewarm eggs down on your nightstand as your spine curves, your greasy fingers fisting your sheets. You shout out, “fuck—don’t stop!”
“Don’t wanna…” Bucky softly shakes his head, caresses your clit with the tip of his nose. Your heat’s forever imbedded into his lungs, onto his tastebuds. “Don’t wanna leave my place between your legs…”
Your pussy throbs, infatuated by the things he says, the way he drinks your essence like it’s some magical elixir. God Bucky was just making it even harder to say goodbye. The past few days alone with him were a lot of fun, loving, and there was no telling when you’d see him again. Deep down, you were hurting, but he was doing such an amazing job distracting you, the sadness hadn’t settled in yet.
You wring the sheets tighter in your clenched fists, shuddering over his snaky tongue. “Don’t want you to leave either…gonna miss you so much Bucky…”
“Me? Or my tongue…my dick…” He muses, sucking noisily at your swollen clit which sends you into hysterics.
“Oh my god all of you…all of you wolfie baby fuck…”
Your shaky whimpers sends waves of convulsions up and down his dick. “Gonna miss you too baby…miss you more…” Bucky hushly confesses, grinding his dick against the firm mattress for some relief, grunting into your shaky thighs as he grinds harder. “Gonna be so miserable without you…”
A weak chill falls down your spine. “No baby…”
“Mmyeah, yeah I am…” He nods against your burning flesh, batting his lashes up at you with those sweet cool eyes as your pussy loudly squelches around his curved fingers. “How long am I supposed to go without you…”
Staring deep into his eyes, you sigh weightlessly, jaw dropped and panting. “I…I don’t know…”
“Not long, I know that…” He gradually removes his pruning skin from your dripping wet hole, and gently strokes his fingertips up and down your slit. Nibbling and pecking at your jumpy thigh, he smears your wetness around, never taking his eyes off you. “Remember what I said? About coming to see you?”
Your lungs anxiously spasm. “Yeah…”
“Would you really be ok with that?” His soiled fingers trace over his puffy pink lips just before they curiously dip in between them.
“Fuck, of course Bucky. I…I want you…want you to…” you gulp down a loud moan, trying to catch your breath but he’s got you on the edge.
As his dick easily slips in so deep, you desperately cry out, grabbing a fistful of hair. Bucky dips his mischievous smile into your trembling shoulder, fluidly pumping your guts.
“Mmm fuck can’t wait baby…” he breathlessly mutters, gripping your headboard to drive harder into your pussy, “gonna break your little dorm room bed…”
You can’t help but giggle a little under your tortured mewling. “Then where will I sleep?”
Biting down on your collarbone he grunts with a snap of his hips, “with me…at my place…”
Incidentally you claw his scalp, yank his hair. He’s not saying… “Oh Bucky…” your limbs tremor as your lower belly warms, stiffening as your orgasm consumes your nerves.
His thick shoulders shudder as his stroke stutters. Right behind you his load’s thundering up his veiny girth. “I’ll take care of you baby…” he offers in broken whispers, “be so goddamn good to you…”
He is. He’s never felt this way about any woman, ever. Nevermind the sex, it was the steadfast connection, the impact you left on him. There’s nobody else, only you. And fuck Steve, how he feels or what he thinks. No matter what he’ll do to try to break you guys up, Bucky wasn’t going fuckin anywhere without you.
You didn’t come home for damn near over two months fuckin around with Bucky. If he wasn’t whisking you off on surprise trips and dates, he was locked away in your dorm room weekend after weekend. It was becoming quite clear that he was officially your boyfriend, and was really committed to spending time with you. How could you complain. Every minute you two were together was great. He’d help you study for exams, celebrate your accomplishments, silently sit with his own book when you needed. He took you places you’d never seen before, occasionally wine and dined you, showed you what life was like as Bucky Barnes’s girlfriend. And life was grand, so grand in fact you were hardly concerned about any other dudes or your needy ass stepdad. Steve had been blowing you up, begging for you to come home he missed you so bad. That’s all he said. I miss you baby girl come to me…. He made you feel a little guilty for spending all your time with Bucky and not him. And you kinda missed Steve in some ways…but what were you supposed to do with him in the long run? Exist in his twisted little throuple forever? No way in hell that’s going to happen…no way Bucky was going to allow him to do that to you.
Steve was absolutely chomping at the bit to see you, smell you, hear your voice anything. You’d been giving him the cold shoulder any time he called or texted. Always in class or busy studying, which was bullshit and Steve knew it. That odd feeling stirring in the pit of his stomach made him so sick, so crazy, he didn’t know what to do. Did he say or do something wrong? Was Bucky doing something shady behind his back? Did one of the bonehead’s at your school actually succeed obtaining your attention? He was losing his shit, doing his best not to take his stress out on your concerned mom, who was under the impression Steve was having a hard time with some project at work. She’d do anything to make him happy, blow him, make his favorite meal whatever, but nothing would do. He just needed to talk to you, physically touch you, to pacify all the paranoid voices in his head. You’re his baby girl after all…you wouldn’t dare ghost him…
“Steve’s gone out of town.” You reiterated for the fifth time, just to be sure. Your mom was begging you to come home to get some rest, and you didn’t want to run the risk of bumping into your stepdad while doing so.
“Ugh, yes, some business trip or whatever. Who cares. I wanna see you so…please come home. Come take a break.”
With Bucky actually busy doing something else other than doting on you, and your roommate working, you could. You missed your bed, and your mom’s cooking.
“Alright…as long as it’s just the two of us…”
“Of course boo. I’ll schedule us a spa appointment, cool?”
Hook, line and sinker. Bougie self care is the best care. Good thing Steve will be gone, you could use some girl talk. You kinda wanted to talk to your mom about your feelings towards Bucky, since a lot of this serious relationship shit was a little new to you. You just won’t mention him by name; she’ll most likely be weirded out by the fact you’re with an older man, let alone your stepdad’s best friend.
You wearily walk through the front door, looking around for any sign of Steve but the house is dead silent, still. Shutting the door with your back, you huff a thankful sigh. It’s good to be home. Stomping up the stairs to your room, you pull out your phone to text your mom you made it home safely, then pull up your text thread with your ‘wolfie bb 😛😈’ to reply to a text you missed on the road.
Be safe beautiful. Don’t miss me too much.
You drop your bag at your door, grinning down at your screen. You were already missing him like crazy. Being back home made you miss him even more.
Too late daddy. I’m home…thinkin about you already…
Biting back a snicker you plop down on your freshly made bed, waiting for his reply, actually thinking about the last time he was here. Sheets completely ruined. Cracked headboard. Body sore as fuck for days. Glancing up at the damage he left with a smirk, you heave a lustful sigh, play with the wolf charm dangling around your neck. A text notification regains your attention.
I bet…what about your wolfie huh?
Steve’s feeling incredibly foolish speeding down the highway, heading to your school to catch a glimpse of you. He didn’t know what else to do, he hasn’t heard from you, so yeah about time he got in his car and forced you to talk to him. Fuck if this makes him look crazy. You were making him crazy, so. What if he catches you with some boy? With Bucky?! Steve cards a shaky hand through his hair. He really doesn’t know what he’ll do if that happens. Fuck, he just needs to get his hands on you, look deep into your brown eyes. Only then will he feel at ease.
His phone vibrates in the passenger seat. Steve only glances, eyeing a notification from the Ring camera at the front door. At first, he mostly ignores it, could be a passing car triggering the motion sensor, but then he quickly checks the time and frowns. Wait…what—glancing back at the black screen sitting there he swipes up the device, focusing on the thumbnail. Is that you?! Are you home and didn’t even bother to tell him?! What the fuck?! Steve chunks his phone across the car, ferociously cutting across lanes to get off at the nearest exit. Wow…Steve scoffs, tightening his grip around the steering wheel, pressing down on the gas. Something fucked up’s definitely going on.
The way you fucked me into the front door before you left…
That time was…different, more romantic than all the others. His kisses supple, his strokes thoughtful. Gazing into your teary eyes, Bucky took his sweet, sweet time fucking his goodbye into you. The softest you’d ever seen him. You thought about that moment often.
Mmm baby…you were burning hot and so fuckin wet…just thinking about it makes my dick ache
You tut a laugh, imagining Bucky adjusting his stiff dick in the leg of his pants. And now your pussy’s throbbin as you slip into that moment. Your ankles locked around his massive rolling hips, playing with his soft luxurious hair, breathlessly laughing and calling his name into his big mouth. God you missed him so damn bad.
Wish you were here Bucky. Could be filling the house with my moans…
Can’t wait to be with you again baby. Gonna worship that pussy until I can’t stand…
You sigh a smile, envisioning his big ass on his hands and knees, swirling his tongue around between your thighs. Fuck you can’t wait to be with him either. Almost tempted to touch yourself but you’d rather save it for later when Bucky wasn’t busy. You shove yourself up off the bed and unpack your bag, dumping a couple school books on your desk. As you pace about your room, preparing for your weekend, you immerse yourself in your thoughts of everything Bucky. His derpy smile, his insanely cute laugh. You never thought you’d like a guy so much, let alone a guy like Bucky, but damn he made it so easy. For a minute there, you thought you’d go most of your life secretly fuckin Steve you were so into him, you thought you’d never want another man. Could you have really gone on like that? Lately, that doesn’t even seem realistic, so unlike you. Bucky came into your life for good reason. And you’re extremely grateful.
Tires screech as Steve slams on his brakes, tearing the gear into park just before he flies out his car, the door loudly popping shut behind him. The sound startles you up. The fuck was that? You stop everything, shifting your eyes around, listening hard. It isn’t time for your mom to come home yet, and Steve’s supposed to be long gone. So maybe it was just a neighbor or something. You let it go with a shrug, going back to what you’re doing and not even a second goes by before you hear someone at the front door, and your heart drops. Oh my god…Steve?! Can’t be—fuck! You don’t know what to do, tempted to hide but what’s the point. He was going to find you. There’s no avoiding this shitty fuckin talk.
The front door swings open, bouncing off the adjacent wall with a big thud. You’re really trying to keep your cool but holy fuckin shit, you’re hardly prepared to see Steve. Your name thunders from the entry. “Are you here?!” Bam! The door slams shut and the house falls silent once again.
You’re barely breathing, anticipating his next move. Shit! Shit-fuck he’s actually here! Fuck he’s about to lose his shit! Steve doesn’t give you a chance to answer his mighty footsteps rumble up the stairs in less than a minute. Frozen in fear, you eye your phone still sitting on the bed, wishing it was in hand so you can send Bucky a 911 text but there’s no time. Steve comes rushing in, furious and out of breath, staring at you shell shocked in the middle of your room. Something’s seriously going on. He’s never seen you looked so freaked out before.
First thing out of his mouth, “Where the fuck have you been?!” Even though it’s clear where you’ve been. He really means who.
But something about his outraged tone though, irks you, snaps you right out of your fear induced haze. “What the fuck Steve, at school? I told you I’ve been busy.”
A thin lie…but it’s the one you’ve been feeding him since Bucky’s become a constant in your life. You haven’t seen Steve this mad in a while. Back when it turned you on. Now it just sets you off. Who the fuck does he think he is comin at you like this?! Hands on his hips, all flustered and disheveled. He looks fuckin crazy.
“Oh that’s fuckin bullshit and you know it.” He almost charges you but stops himself with a hard sigh, a clenched fist. “Who is he huh? One of those lil immature assholes in your fuckin class?”
Folding your arms across your chest, you scoff, “Steve, no, calm the fuck down.” Those chumps up against Bucky? You almost laugh in his face for assuming.
“Is it Bucky, huh?! Have y’all been seeing each other behind my back?!” He almost wishes because at least then it’d all make sense. At least then all his suspicions have been correct since Bucky left.
“Why would we do that huh?” Your shoulders shrug, your face flat and indifferent. Deny, deny, deny. At least you can play that game. But will Steve fall for it? Fuck, for your sake? You hope and pray…but keep your cool.
His shaky hand slices through the air between you two. “Don’t fuckin play with me Y/N…are you fuckin someone behind my back?!”
“Behind your back. Steve.” You side eye him with a smack of your lips. “I don’t belong to you. I’m not your girlfriend. You’re married to my mom for fuck’s sake!”
His forehead creases as he shrills, “Like that mattered before?!”
“Steve, seriously, you need to calm the fuck down.” You can’t take his shouting much longer. To get your thoughts straight, you need him to shut up and calm the hell down. He really has no room, no fuckin right.
Steve does need to calm the fuck down; he probably looks so crazy, flipping the fuck out over you living your fuckin life. Which you’re allowed to do you’re a young adult, and you’ve always done whatever the fuck you wanted. He liked that about you before the three of you fell down this rabbit hole. And now Steve’s trying to scramble his way out, desperately trying to keep you when clearly he’s been losing you since Bucky swooped in. What’d he do, depending on Bucky for a helping hand. Absolutely fucked himself that’s what.
Steve fists his hair and begins to pace. “You just don’t know what I’ve been going through baby. It’s been so long, and I miss you so fuckin much. Been going so crazy with you ignoring me and not coming to see your daddy. Why are you doing this to me huh? Didn’t I tell you to be good for me?”
Gah that pains you a little bit. Steve was your daddy, the one you craved for, but the universe answered your prayer. Knocked Steve right off course. You knew this day would come, and that he wouldn’t handle it well but Jesus…not like this.
“And who says I haven’t?”
You’re keeping it too cool, too calm and that’s pissing Steve right the fuck off. Your settled demeanor is making him look like the weirdo. Where did that fear go? Why weren’t you shouting back or crying? He wanted you on your knees confessing and begging, apologizing for disobeying. Not staring at him like he’s fucked up, rolling your eyes and dismissing his mania. If he looks insane, it’s because you’re making him fuckin insane. Just tell the truth.
“Don’t lie to me.” Steve grumbles, taking a couple steps towards you. Your spine straightens. Shit. “Are you and Bucky fuckin behind my back?!”
“Oh my god no!” You unexpectedly shout in return, tossing your fed up hands in the air. “I haven’t seen him since Spring Break fuck!”
No matter how good of a performance you were putting on, Steve just knows you’re fuckin lying. The longer he stares at you, the stronger that sick feeling gets in his stomach. If it is Bucky, why not say so? Shouldn’t be that big of a deal if it’s just sex, right? You’d come home still willing to lay down for him, be his lil obedient baby girl. But obviously, it’s more than that. There’s more to you and Bucky. And if there weren’t any feelings, then you’d give him what he wants…right?
“Prove it.”
Steve menacingly closes in on you, voice dark and low, fist drawn at his side. By the look in his glare, you know what’s coming next. You gulp down your erratic heartbeat, trying to stay cool but it’s fading with each step he takes.
“What? How?”
This can go anywhere; no telling what sexually deviant plan he’s concocting in that pretty head of his. Two months…it’s been that long since Steve’s been anywhere near you so this really can go one of two ways. Sweet, sensual but possessive or angry, jealous…marking his territory. Like those late nights in your room after Bucky satisfied you til you went numb. The unknown had you a little nervous, a little wet. You really can’t help the small hold he still has on you. Deprogramming is a process.
“I don’t care, but you better fuckin figure it out. Cuz either way, you’re going to make up the past two months up to me baby girl.”
He towers over you like how he used to and your body reacts in all types of ways. Ache. Disgrace. Gut wrenched. “But Steve—,”
He pinches your chin and jerks you in. His warm breaths grace your skin as he sinfully whispers, “Sh, sh…don’t resist me. No need…especially if you’re not fuckin anyone else...” His brow sharpens, challenging you once more to confess.
“Steve…I’m not—,”
Well if that’s the case, what’s that look in your eye for then? Why are you hesitant? He won’t let you get another false word out. Over hearing your bullshit. Time for action.
“Then…make this easy for yourself baby girl, or…I’ll dish out your punishment as I see fit.”
If only you could come up with something, but you’re so worried your mind draws a blank. You’d rather do whatever he wants and get it over with anyway. It’s just…your body almost didn’t want to allow it. Don’t get it twisted, Steve’s still hot and the chemistry’s still there but…Bucky…
“So…what’s it going to be…”
Fall in line for the sake of your relationship? Or blow your whole world up with the truth? Gaping up in Steve’s fiery eyes, you quickly weigh your options and decide it’d be best if you just give this asshole what he wants. Let the cards fall where they may once he’s fuckin over himself. Bucky’ll understand why.
You take in a deep breath and release a long, correcting sigh, switching into the needy girl you used to be for your stepdad. Batting your eyelashes, you pout and put on, “I’m sorry…I’ll—I’ll be good and…and take my punishment daddy…” leaning into graze his soft pink lips.
“Mmm…now you know how to act?” Steve twists his grin over your full lips. “Now that you’re back you wanna be good for me?”
“Of course…I missed you…” you whisper, lightly pecking him, attempting to soothe his nerves, “so sorry daddy. Didn’t mean to make you worry…”
Steve huffs a heavy sigh, nuzzling the bridge of his nose along yours, returning your tiny kisses. It’s been so long you feel so fuckin good on his burning skin. God he missed the fuck out of you. Hated to be so mad at you, all he wanted to do was make you feel good. But you’re fuckin lying. It has to be Bucky. Every little thing he had said and done during Spring Break had been on obsessive replay. Y’all were trying to play him for a fuckin idiot but nah…he’s hip to the bullshit. You can thank your two month absence for that.
Your tiny kisses only distract him so much. Clawing the hair along your nape line, Steve begins to draw you down to the floor. “Get on your fuckin knees…” he growls, glaring you down as you wearily bend at your wobbly knees. Your wide brown eyes make his dick swell. “Unzip me baby girl. And make it quick…need to feel the back of your throat.”
Once you settle onto the carpet, you go for Steve’s bulging zipper, gulping as you slowly pull the teeth apart. He hasn’t been on your tongue in so long you wonder if it’ll feel different…wrong. Should be fine, you reassure yourself. You graze his taut warm flesh as you pull his pants and underwear down, springing his angry hard cock free. Dripping wet your mouth tingles to life, wrapping your fingers around his girth. He throbs to life beneath your knuckles, and your heart skips a familiar but faint beat. You flicker your gaze up Steve’s front. He still looks so good, you have to admit, staring down at you, waiting for you to take him. There’s an aroused tingle in your shoulders, a flutter between your legs. You part your lips with a soft sigh, exposing your pink tongue for him as you gradually aim him for your open mouth. It’s not Bucky…you can’t get the thought of your head. It’s distracting, a safety pin to the chest, and holding you back from giving it to Steve like he likes. You know how to handle him, know how to turn him the fuck out, but…it’s not Bucky.
You hold him down your clenched throat, and Steve coughs a gasp, rolls his head back. He throbs against your contracting muscles, causing you to choke and gag a little. But instead of taking it and holding him there, you pull him out to lightly suck and play with the tip. Barely stroke his shaft. Steve drops his chin with a pinched brow, glaring down at you like what the fuck. He rolls his hips, slipping his dick deeper into your hot wet mouth and without noticing, you jerk your head back a bit.
“For someone who isn’t fuckin someone else, you sure actin different.” Smacking your hand off, Steve takes ahold of his dick and shoves himself back into his rightful place. “Take my fuckin dick like the good girl you are.”
Back down your throat he goes, fucking your face since you’re clearly elsewhere and can’t do it yourself. You inhale a sharp breath, moaning and whining around him taking advantage of his strength. Softly hissing through grinding teeth, fisting his shirt up his toned abs. You gulp each swift stroke, fight your gag reflex. Drool slips from the corner of your swollen lips as you try to control your frantic breaths.
“Ah yeah…yes baby…fuck yeah that’s it I knew you could do it. Knew you were still my good girl, my baby girl. Knew you still wanted your daddy.”
Maybe you did, it was nice gagging on his fat dick again. But with every slurp, you imagined Bucky grunting over you instead of Steve. And it helped, for a while, until he grabbed your hair in an unfamiliar way, taking you right out of your vision. Reminding you who’s actually down your throat. You gag hard, pull away, but Steve forces you back in place. You choke and gag some more, push yourself off by his thighs but he’s got a good grip on the back of your head. Pushing his dick as far as he can down your constricting esophagus he holds you steady.
“What the fuck is wrong with you baby girl huh…” Steve chuckles at your muffled gargles, letting you loose once he thinks you’ve had enough. “It’s not Bucky’s dick?”
You hard swallow your coughs back down, take a minute to catch your breath, to regain your senses. God you could punch him in the dick for that. Shocked, pissed off, you reach for your sore throat, but Steve slaps your hands away and snatches up your achy jaw.
“Is that who you want? Who you prefer huh? My dick doesn’t cut it? Doesn’t do anything for you anymore?”
You barely have the voice to whisper, “Sorry—,”
“Sorry. That’s all you can say to me? Sorry?” Steve distastefully smacks his lips, tightens his grip around your trembling chin. “Are you really though. Don’t think so…nah you’re just sayin what you think I wanna hear. But you know what I wanna hear…?” Cautiously, you shake your head no. “Wanna hear the fuckin truth baby girl…”
“Steve I am tellin you the truth it’s only you—,”
Pop. You scoff a surprised gasp, covering your cheek with your clammy palm as you narrow your glare. Did this…did—did he just…dick slap you?!
“The truth?” Steve tuts a chuckle, cocks a coy smirk. He doesn’t know where that came from but it felt really fuckin nice. “You’re fuckin lyin to my face. So…since you won’t nut up and tell me that it’s Bucky that’s got you so dickmatized that you can’t even suck my dick properly…” he bends at the hip to mischievously whisper, “I’m going to force it out of you…”
“Fuck…” The word falls from your swollen lips. You meant to say that in your head, but the airy obscenity pulls his sick smirk even longer. Steve’s got you where he wants you.
“Open your fuckin mouth baby girl…” he barks, yanking your chin up, forcing your mouth open, your tongue out. “Wider…fuckin wider. Like you mean it…” Steve tuts another laugh with a shake of his head, angling the head of his dick over your flat tongue. “Touch yourself.” He breathlessly demands, lightly tapping his leaky tip on your drying tastebuds as you blindly unbutton your jeans and stuff a timid hand inside your panties. The moment your middle fingertip presses on your clit you roar a tender moan.
“Are you turned on?” Steve quirks a brow, popping your noisy mouth and tongue a few more times, then brushes his weight back and forth over your damp lips. “By me? Or are you thinkin about your fuckin boyfriend?” Pap. He lands another moist slap where he hit you before with a sadistic chuckle and you don’t react. Hold your stance. “Is that what he is now? Your boyfriend? Did you two really think you’d get away with that?” Steve forces his length back down your open throat, muffling back all your mewling and gasping. “Mmm…bet I’m turning you on now, pussy sounds so wet. Look so fuckin good stuffed with my dick. Miss you down there worshipping me…”
Your whole body shudders, gushing a bit because you feel incredibly good considering. Thing is, you and Bucky were getting away with it, and that’s what was pissing him off the most. That his gut was right all along but he wanted to give you both the benefit of the doubt. You two would have been just fine another month or so if you would have just stayed away like you planned. But maybe this is how it was supposed to happen.
Steve grips your arm as he relieves your sore throat, jerking your hand out of your pants. Your folds throb in need. Your saliva drops off his stiff veiny dick. He helps you to your feet and pushes you over to your side of the bed.
“Get your little toy, and lie down on the bed…” Steve rips your jeans down your legs and helps you step out of them before you reach over to your nightstand drawer to pull out your vibrator. You sit it down on your lap as you sit back on the bed, watching Steve drop his pants, stroke his dick for you. You can’t think the last time you’d seen him this hard, this enraged by the guy you were fucking. None of the strange men you picked up at bars made him react like this. Then again, they were just flings, and not his best friend since childhood. Steve pushes your knees up and opens your thighs wide, pulling your panties to the side to get a glimpse at how wet you are. He always thought your pussy was so fuckin pretty, just lookin at it made his dick tremble. Steve curls a knuckle and begins to faintly trace your slit, huffing out a needy moan. Your spine slightly arches off the bed, you fist the duvet. Your pussy’s burning up under his teasing touch. You can’t help it.
“Tuh…boyfriend…” Steve smacks his pink lips with a small roll of his eyes, “how dare you. If that’s what you wanted, then why couldn’t you just tell me that, huh?”
Removing his sticky knuckle, he grabs a firm hold of his dick and slaps it on your puffy clit. Gasping and yipping, your hips jump off the bed but Steve pushes you back down, circling his tip around your entrance. Only slipping in just a little to tempt you. He plucks your toy off the bed and flips it on with a crazy smile, dropping its vibrating head down towards your pulsating clit.
“Guess it was easy huh…Bucky’s free, a good guy, into you…” Steve spits down on your slit just before contact, and your body goes into hysterics. Your folds wildly contracting all around his enraged head. His breath shakes along with your vibrator. “Fuckin handed you over to him as a courtesy…and this asshole has the audacity to steal you from me?!”
You shout as Steve abruptly slams his dick so deep inside you, really grinds your vibrator into your clit. Dying to draw up the bed, away from him, but fuck, your pussy gushes and your limbs shudder. You gasp for air, fisting the covers tighter as your spine curls some more. But just as you start to really feel good, he pulls all the way out, takes the toy off your clit.
“He could have been a fuckin man about and just told me he was falling for you. What, were you scared? Huh…that says something…don’t you think?” His throbbing dick pops your quivering folds. “Scared of hurting my feelings?” Smack. “Scared that I’d react irrationally?” Smack, pop! You whimper and cry, jump and squirm.
“Steve—we, we didn’t mean—fuck—for this to…to happen fuck…”
“Still could have fuckin told me the truth…” he growls, shallowly dipping his dick back inside your creamy hole, “but he’s too much of a fuckin coy lil pussy…” A tingle creeps down your spine as he slowly fills you up with each word.
“Oh my god Steve…”
“It’s still fuckin daddy baby girl.” Snapping his hips he dives deep, sitting the vibrator on your clit as he goes in. “I don’t give a flying fuck what you two do, when you’re with me, it’s still fuckin daddy…”
Opening wider for his aggressive thrusts, you moan out, “oh fuck daddy,” meeting his flexed hips with your own shaky thighs. With your toy in play, you were bound to bust any minute now, but that’s not the name of the game this time round.
“Nu uh…no ma’am…” Steve grumbles, turning off your vibrator before he tosses it across the room. Taking you by your bended knees, he pulls you apart and leans down between your weak legs. “You don’t get to cum. Not by me, nu uh, not anymore.” His head softly shakes as he snakes his tongue up your slit, gently circling the tip around your clit. “That’s what you have him for. Now…you’re simply used for my pleasure.”
Steve missed the way you taste the most, taking his time slithering his tongue in and out of your pussy, slurping up your wetness until he felt like you had enough. Your near silent whimpers and squeals are like a symphony. He comes up a mess covered in his spit and your essence, dick harder than before.
Towering over you, he gravelly mumbles, “take your shirt off…wanna cum on your tits…”
You reach for your hem, but then remember—shit, your necklace! Oh god…the second Steve sees it…you froze out of fear.
Steve gradually pierces his way back between your textured walls. “Take it off.” He grunts, roughly yanks and pulls at the neck until you snap out of it and hurriedly pull it over your head. He flickers a confused frown. “The fuck is that?”
There was no hiding the blinding charm against your golden brown skin. Under the sunlight, it was beautiful on you. But it wasn’t a gift from Steve. He pinches the wolf charm between his finger and thumb, twirling it around.
“Huh…isn’t this cute…” He couldn’t stop staring at it. A necklace?! If Bucky’s done this much, then everyone’s way in over their heads. Means he’s really falling for you. Means Steve’s really and truly fucked. This isn’t how it was supposed to happen. He fists the charm, tightening the rope chain around your neck. He wasn’t supposed to fall for you. Steve grips your waist. “Don’t you fuckin cum…”
Choking on your anxious breaths, you claw onto his arm for dear life, ready yourself for a beating. He digs his nails into your flesh, tightens his fist at your neck and hits you solid, so deep in your guts you bounce off his pelvis. Over and over, grazing against your spot in your lower belly, keeping a steady strong stroke. Steve bores his fiery stare into your teary eyes as he grunts and groans over you trying to keep it together.
Don’t cum.
“Aww fuck baby…I feel you…you wanna cum for your daddy, don’t you?”
Don’t cum.
“Silly little slut…can’t help yourself, can you? Doesn’t matter if it’s me or him, you like to be fucked.” Steve snickers, taunting you as he long strokes you into losing yourself. “You cum for me, then you’re betraying your poor Bucky. Huh? Then don’t cum…no matter how good I feel inside you, don’t…fuckin…cum…”
“Fuck—daddy!” You gasp sharply, clawing his flexed muscles as you stiffen up. Don’t you fuckin dare cum.
Steve erupts into breathless laughter as a wave of euphoria sweeps over his entire sweaty body. His chest heaves, his load rushes up his convulsing dick, and he moans out your name. It’s been so long since he’s been with you, the power of his orgasm blindsides Steve. As he yanks out of your fluttering pussy, he simultaneously pulls on your necklace, busting his load all over your torso.
“Oh fuck yes. Fuck yes. Fuck…” he empties every paranoid thought and frustration out on you gaping up at your frayed necklace still dangling in his fist. You can’t believe what just happened.
“What…the fuck Steve…”
He had to have done that on purpose. As a message. As a big fuck you to you both. Tears fills your eyes as you drape your hand over where the charm usually rests on your chest. Following your sad gaze, he opens up his hand and smiles.
“Oh no…” he pouts, discarding it down onto the distorted covers, “not your necklace…”
You urgently sit up in the bed and scoop it up into your hand, glaring at Steve pull his pants up with a pompous grin. “You’re such a fuckin asshole!”
“And you’re such a good girl…poor pussy’s hurtin huh…” He pinches your cheek with a playful wink, grazing his fingertips down your jawline. “Better call that boyfriend of yours to clean up this mess. I would but gotta get to the office.” Tipping up you chin to give you a little kiss, Steve darkly whispers against your lips, “see you later…”
Baby…you still thinkin about me? Sorry I got busy…
Thinkin about you…and your mouth…your luscious thighs…
Baby…
You okay? Did you fall asleep?
…what’s going on
Sniffling, you read his texts and wipe your furious tears away. Shit, how were you going to tell him what the fuck just happened. How he broke your precious necklace. How he for sure knows about you and Bucky. You’re so mad at yourself for not listening to your gut and staying at school. Now everything’s fucked. Fuck…you’re trying to dry up before you call him, you didn’t want to sound upset. You have no idea how Bucky will take what Steve did to you but you have to tell him.
The phone rang once before his voice rang, “My girl. You had me so worried I was about to get in my truck.”
You sniffle and croak, “Bucky…”
He falls silent on his end, listening to the sound of your weak voice. A panic sets in. “What’s wrong.”
His serious tone urges more tears. “I didn’t say anything Bucky I swear. I swear but he knows. Steve knows it’s you Bucky, knows we’re together but I didn’t tell him. I swear baby…”
“Baby, baby, ssshhhh it’s ok, it’s ok. Calm down. I know you didn’t tell him.” He shushes your frantic cries. Steve was bound to figure it out. “What did he do? Did he hurt you?”
In a couple ways but… “No—no Bucky, nothing like that—,”
“Then why do you—,”
“You know why…” you caress your neck, throat still sore when you swallow. Your fingertips sadly trace where your cool chain should be. “He broke my necklace…I should have taken it off but—but he wasn’t supposed to be here. I’m so sorry Bucky…”
He could beat the fuck out of Steve right now he hates to hear you upset, apologize for something that wasn’t even your fault. He was out of line, acting out in a jealous rage, and he shouldn’t be taking it out on you. He should be taking it out on him.
“Hey, hey don’t worry about it baby. It’s not your fault ok? I can fix it…don’t worry my poor girl...” With each sniffle, his heart breaks. He should be there with you. “Should I come? Do you need me?”
You spazz the fuck out. “No Bucky please don’t. It’ll just set him off more. Just…it’s fine. I’ll be fine okay? Just…pissed off…” you blow a hard breath through your puckered lips, wipe your tears off your lashes, “but I’ll be okay. I can handle Steve…”
The worst was over; he got all his anger out so you’re sure the rest of the weekend, he’ll want to be sweet on you. Punishing you may have pushed you right into Bucky’s arms and he doesn’t want that. So the rest of the weekend will be him making nice. Bucky didn’t know what else to say he felt so incredibly guilty, mad.
“Where is he now?”
“Gone to work. He was on his way to my school…can you believe that?” You scoff with a roll of your burning eyes.
“Yeah I do…” Bucky shakes his head. Sounds like him. “You sure you’re going to be okay? Say the word Y/N and you know I’ll come…”
Since there was no telling what else he’ll do to you. Bucky would rather be there with you to protect you but maybe you’re right, his presence could only make this worse.
“Yeah I’m sure Bucky…” As much as you wanted him to be here, you stand your ground. It’b be best for you to play defense on your own for now. Looking down at your broken necklace in your hand, you sigh, blink back a new set of tears. “I really miss you. Being with Steve only made me miss you more. Should’ve been you…”
Fuck he wanted to be there to hold you, to love on you after his bestie checked you for goin ghost on him. Bucky felt mostly at fault here; he should have been more cautious, should have known that Steve was gonna act out like this if he had kept you all to himself. Should have told you to go home, play nice to keep him pacified and in the dark. But you guys got too caught up.
“I miss you so much more...I’ll come right now if you need me too baby I really don’t give a fuck. Fuck Steve.”
You grimly grin to yourself, “it’s ok Buck really…” ready to tell him to come take you from here anyway, but what’s the point. Damage has already been done. And your mom’s expecting you to be here when she gets home. “I’ll just see you when I get back to campus…”
“Ummm…ok…”
You two silently hold the phone, waiting for something else to be said. Something you guys think should be said, but you both were too scared to say the words aloud. In this moment, y’all are really dying to say how you really feel. Anything to change the tone of this phone call. You needed each other so badly. You thumb the wolf charm in your palm.
“Actually…can you stay on the phone while I take a bath…” You need to wash away any trace of Steve, so disgusted by his behavior, and you really wanted to keep talking to Bucky. He’ll help you feel better.
Bucky sighs a happy grin into the phone. He didn’t want to hang up yet anyway. Wants to make sure you’ll be ok without him. “Yeah of course.”
You sigh, “thanks…” staring down at the charm, imagining what he’s doing on his side of the phone. How you wish you were there in this warm lap, his thick arms holding you so close. “Bucky…” He hums in reply. “I…you’re my…um…”
Bucky gets what you’re trying to say, chuckling at your flustered sigh, at his racing heart. You would try to beat him to it but glad you couldn’t get the words out. He wanted to be the first to say it. “I know…me too…”
Embarrassed you smack your lips, huff an anxious laugh. “You don’t know what I was trying to say…”
Bucky cracks up laughing because he loves when you get all shy and mousy. It’s the cutest. “Trust me, I do…like I’ve told you a hundred times before baby, I belong to you. No matter what happens, what he’ll try to do to pull us apart, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll fight for you, for us…”
Because that’s what it’s going to have to take. Steve will have to beat Bucky into the ground to keep him away from you. After what he pulled, that asshole won’t get his way. Bucky’s going to make sure of that.
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A Gift Most Unexpected
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♡ Neighbors! Stucky x Reader ♡
An accidental swap at the neighborhood gift exchange puts you in an awkward spot with your two hunky neighbors.
CW: smut, fluff, threesome, shenanigans, mutual pining, sex toys, oral sex (m and f receiving).
Words: 6k
Thanks to Kendra (formerly Specialk-18/Kenniteaa) for beta-reading this.
Stucky Masterlist || 5k Winter Sleepover
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As you bend your legs, folding them underneath you, you shoot Monica a sympathetic smile. You sip from your cup of hot cocoa, swallowing one of the tiny marshmallows. In the background, a Christmas movie plays on the lowest volume, neither you nor your friend paying attention to the lead actress dramatically confessing her feelings on an ice skating rink. 
Instead, it’s your friend’s current romantic woes that have your entire attention. 
She lets out a caustic laugh and downs another swig from her wine glass. 
"Leaving me for his secretary. Cliché, right?"
You reach out to her, squeezing her arm to comfort her. 
"A little, but that’s his loss, Monica."
She purses her lips and slumps against the pillows. 
"I know I’m rambling. It was two months ago." 
"Everyone heals at their own pace," you reply softly. 
There’s a silence during which she leans back and peers up at the ceiling with an annoyed frown on her face. 
"The worst part is…I’m so fucking horny all the time."
You sputter, nearly choking on your drink. A smile then blooms on your features.
"Well, hm…that can be sorted if you really want to."
The cheeky wiggle of your brow is heavy with meaning. As a single woman, you’ve always made a point to take care of your needs on your own…all of your needs. And you had a pretty expansive collection of toys under your bed to assist in that endeavor. 
Monica chuckles.
"You’re crazy. I wouldn’t." Her timbre dips to a whisper; your lips twitch in mirth. "I couldn’t."
You shrug. 
"You know, modern women take care of their own business down there nowadays."
She pinches her bottom lip, her expression turning pensive. 
"I’m just not sure…" 
The doorbell rings, halting Monica’s sentence. She stares at the front door as you rise to answer. One look through the peephole summons a bright smile on your face before the door is fully opened. 
Tall, familiar figures greet you, their cheerfulness mirroring your own. 
You steal a peek behind their broad frames, your mouth parting at the sight of the truck loaded with wooden logs. 
A snowy breeze whisks inside your home and you shiver. 
"Hey, sweetheart," Steve chimes, stepping in further. He stomps his boots on the welcoming mat and snowflakes fall off his boots. You note how his blonde locks shimmer, catching the cool winter sunlight, a brightness matching his pearly smile. 
You shut the door behind them, your teeth chattering a little. 
A tiny frown graces Bucky’s face as he glances behind you. There are a few logs tucked beneath his thick arms.
"Oh, we didn’t know you had company. We can come back another time, doll."
Warmth trickles inside your chest. Bucky and Steve, your two next door neighbors, are the picture of two perfect gentlemen, never failing to treat you with the utmost respect and kindness.
"Nonsense, you’re always welcome."
"This is my friend Monica."
The two men wave at your friend, the latter uncharacteristically silent as she gawks at them from her spot on the sofa.
"We were up in our cabin cutting wood, and this punk…went overboard as usual. So we thought we’d stop by our lovely neighbor’s house to bring a couple."
Bucky enters the living room to place some kindling in the fireplace. His muscles ripple beneath the flannel shirt and his long hair is tied back in a bun, a few brown wisps grazing his light stubble. 
"That’s so thoughtful. How much do I-"
Both of their faces harbor the same pinch when you attempt to broach the matter of payment.
"Don’t insult us, sweetheart. It’s our pleasure."
They always do so much for you. If only you could do more to prove how grateful you are. Thanks to them, you’ve saved literal thousands of dollars on having to hire a plumber or other services the house sorely needed at the time. 
It was a bit of a fixer-upper when you moved in. So many little repair jobs that made your head spin. You quickly got overwhelmed. 
When Steve and Bucky moved to the house next door, they only had to see you holding a hammer wrongly once while trying to fix the wobbly window to come over and offer to help.
They’ve done it so many times since, refusing to let you hold heavy tools and possibly hurt yourself.
Not once have they asked for anything in return. Bucky would always say your pretty smile was more than enough as a reward. And Steve would readily agree.
"Hm, the driveway could use some shoveling. I could stop by on Saturday and fix that for you, sweetheart," Steve states, inspecting your front lawn from the window. 
"Steve, I couldn’t ask you…I should just get a handyman. I’ve been meaning to do that."
This makes them trade a glance, a crease forming on their respective brows. 
"Why get a handyman when you have us? Our hands are available to you anytime, doll," Bucky assures, seizing your hand with his flesh one to quickly sweep his lips over your knuckles. 
"Good to know," you laugh, heat tickling your cheeks for some reason. 
It’s nice knowing you haven’t been an inconvenience. 
Sometimes, you resent the fact you always seem to need help for one thing or another. You don’t want to be a damsel in distress but they tend to draw that out of you. 
"Besides, you’re not asking, I’m offering," Steve adds, shoving his hands in the pocket of his jeans as he parts from the window. His cerulean gaze sparkles when he peers down at you. "And you can just bring over one of your delicious pies as thanks. Think you can manage that, sweetheart?"
"I can try," you acquiesce. "They’re not that good though."
Bucky elbows Steve. 
"Please, this guy licks the crumb off his plate like a five year old every time."
"Buck, come on…"
The bashful glow of Steve’s face rouses a surge of endearment inside you. 
"Well, it’s good to know my baking attempts are appreciated. I’m still learning."
"Then you must be a fast learner, doll."
Bucky’s praise draws another smile. Baking is still new for you, but when Steve mentioned his mother’s pies and how, as a nurse, she rarely had time to bake but he cherished the precious times when she did…his face lit up like a Christmas tree. 
You knew then you had to try, if only to help Steve relive those fond childhood memories. There’s likely some things you can improve on, but there’s been no complaints so far. 
Steve’s face illuminates, as if a thought just occurred to him. He reaches into the back of his jeans and waves a flier in front of you. 
"Oh, I almost forgot. Are you going to this?"
You sigh. Those have been all over town, impossible to escape. 
"The neighborhood gift exchange? Well, the whole neighborhood is going and I believe Pepper will strangle me if I don’t. She spent weeks organizing it." You surprised gaze lifts to Steve’s. "Are you?"
They’re not exactly recluse but they’re usually discreet, mostly keeping to themselves.
"Well, we weren’t sure at first since Bucky hates people," Steve says with a teasing grin. 
"Hey, not true, punk. I like…" Bucky’s sentence trails off, his blue eyes landing on your face before he clears his throat, "some people."
"But if a familiar face is there…who knows," Steve offers, gaze clinging to you.
"Nice. Maybe I’ll see you guys there."
When the door slams shut behind the two men, Monica leaps from the sofa and pounces on you. 
Her face is tight with utmost seriousness as she solemnly announces,
"Your hot neighbors are into you."
"Monica, please." Your voice drags in a long sigh. You grab the cup full of the now tepid drink and head to the kitchen area. You empty the cup in the sink and turn on the stove, firing up the pan. As you toss cocoa powder, sugar and water and begin to stir, Monica’s shrill tone fills your kitchen.
"I’m over here collecting cobwebs and dust down there since it’s been so long and you…" She shakes her head. "You have two sex gods living next to you offering to shove logs in your fireplace and mow your lawn, if you catch my drift…and you’re not gonna do anything about it?"
A soft giggle peals from your lips at her passionate rant. 
"They’re just being neighborly," you counter.
Monica’s eyebrow arches.
"Just being neighborly, huh? When did they move in?"
You bring the spoon to your lips and frown, opting to add a bit more sugar and cinnamon. Then you lower the heat, your brow creasing in remembrance.
"Around three months ago, I think."
"And in that span of time, what else have they done to help?"
"Hm…" You stop stirring to think. "Steve fixed the leaky pipes. Bucky took care of the roof issue. There was also that time my heater blew and…" As Monica’s grin expands, you pump the brakes on her wild theory, sending her a disapproving glare. "Wait a minute. No. No. It’s not like that."
Her expression turns mischievous as she leans her elbows on the island. 
"I’m sure there are other pipes Steve would have gladly helped you with, laid down for you even."
"You’re crazy," you say, rolling your eyes.
"Hm, I think you’re crazy for not seeing what’s right in front of you."
"Look…Number one, people can do nice things without expecting anything in return. Number two, I’m pretty sure it’s each other they’re into."
She shrugs.
"So?"
"So?" you scoff, disbelief raising your pitch. While they never explicitly said it, they are two men living together who are clearly very close. 
You’re not stupid. 
Their fond glances and lingering touches spell out the nature of their relationship better than any words could. You never asked because it’s their business. Besides, you’re happy for them. 
"Sexuality is a spectrum," Monica argues. "It has to be with the way they were ogling you like lovesick teenagers."
Turning off the stove, you remove the pan and begin pouring the steamy concoction in your cup. You blow above the rim of the cup and steam gathers around you. The warm, sugary drink pleasantly fills your throat as you tilt the cup against your lips. 
Your shoulders sag as the cup’s heat radiates through your palms. You bask in the comforting feeling, letting your mind wander. Did you ever harbor fantasies about your unfairly attractive neighbors? Maybe so. Would you ever act on those ephemeral urges? No way in hell. 
The embarrassment if it backfired alone would kill you. 
An annoyed groan escapes your mouth. 
"I’m not setting myself up for humiliation. We share a fence, you know."
"Setting yourself up for great sex with two hot men?"
"I hate you."
Monica rounds the kitchen island to reach your side, wrapping her arms around your shoulders with a cheeky smile. 
"No, you love me."
Her antics elicit another heavy sigh. 
"As punishment I’m forcing you to come to this gift exchange thing with me," you say. 
Grimacing, she parts from you. 
"Ugh, not fair. I hate those things."
"Well, I’m not giving you a choice," you retaliate, sipping from your cup. "We’re both going." 
"Besides…I already have a gift in mind for you."
Your lips curl upward as she squints at you suspiciously. 
An idea sprang in your head earlier. Since Monica teased you, you will tease her back. Besides, who knows, this might actually be just the nudge she needs to get out of her funk. 
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"Did she rob a Christmas store or something?"
Monica’s snarky comment elicits a small smile from you. You gauge the current state of Pepper Potts-Stark’s palatial living room. It is…festive to put it mildly. There isn’t a patch of wall or corner of the room that isn’t filled with red and gold Christmas decorations. It’s like Santa’s little elves themselves went wild in the house. 
"Well, Pepper never does anything halfway. She always goes all out," you say. 
Monica’s distaste is plain on her features. 
"Clearly."
There might also be some overcompensation there, but you don’t bring it up. Tony’s issues regarding his drinking habits are well-known.
If he’s not lost at the bottom of a glass, Tony Stark’s often in rehab. 
You suppose Pepper’s doing her best to maintain appearances despite the circumstances.
"We should go put down our gifts," you suggest, already marching towards the monstrous tree by the fireplace. The star at its top grazes the ceiling. It is authentic, naturally, and already its bottom is brimming with colorful gifts. 
You yourself ran out of paper during the gift wrapping process but there was no time to run back to the mall to buy more so you settled to meticulously label each gift with the recipient’s names on each silver bow. For extra safety measures, you place Monica’s gift at the very left and your neighbors’ at the right. You make a mental note to remind them which ones are theirs if they show up.
"You’re still not gonna tell me what it is?" Monica asks dejectedly, putting her own gift in front of yours. 
"It wouldn’t be a surprise if I did. Just…promise me to open it at home, okay?" 
Monica narrows her eyes at you, folding her arms as she stands. 
"Why?"
You shrug, a mischievous grin canting your lips. 
"It’s just...better. Trust me."
"Okay, weirdo," she replies. She then nudges your shoulders, tossing a look behind you. Tilting your head curiously, you pivot to find Pepper making her way to you with a bright smile. "Well, here comes the queen bee herself."
"Be nice," you admonish, even if you have to suppress an amused smirk. 
"I am nice," Monica says. "Do you see how big I’m smiling? My cheeks actually hurt." 
You're afforded no time to say hello as Pepper immediately wraps you in a tight hug testing your comfort level with each painfully awkward second. 
"Oh, I’m so glad you came to my little event," she coos. "You poor thing."
Poor thing? Puzzlement arches your brow. 
"I'm not following," you say, eyeing Pepper curiously. 
She drops a long sigh while squeezing your shoulder. A veil of sympathy covers her features as she bends closer to you to whisper, 
"Still single at your age. But it’s okay. I’m sure we can find you someone. You’re such a sweet girl."
You quell down an annoyed exhale. 
Ah yes, the tragedy of being single. A cardinal sin for a woman of… any legal age, really. One you are undoubtedly guilty of. 
"I’m okay, Pepper," you assure.
Her lips purse as her expression somehow manages to get even more condescending.
"Oh, you don’t have to pretend for my sake," she says, smothering you with another hug. "I’m just trying to help you."
Monica shakes her head, laughing.
"Help her do what?" she inquires. 
Pepper makes a dismissive hand gesture but her tone dips secretively as she looks at Monica then you.
"Well, you know, put those nasty rumors to bed." 
"What rumors?" 
Your wonderment is genuine. You knew nothing about any rumors, though if you’re at the center of the gossip, you suppose it makes sense.
Pepper smooths the absent wrinkles on her impeccable dress, an awkward chuckle bursting from her mouth. 
"It’s nothing really. Just those silly rumors about her and-" Her sentence trails off as her cornflower gaze wanders above both you and Monica’s heads. She visibly tenses then beams at you. "I should go check on the other guests." 
She then scampers off before you can ask what that was all about. Before you can turn to Monica to gauge her impression, a large hand settles on your back as a familiar deep voice flows along your spine. 
"Hey, doll."
You bounce on your feet as you turn to Bucky and Steve. Your heart skips a beat, your jaw hitting the floor. They clean up nice in their suits, so nice you nearly let your mind wander to that dangerous land of fantasy. You can’t help but notice Steve’s blond locks are still damp and tousled from the shower and Bucky’s beard is just the right amount of scruff for your liking. 
Your eyes linger too long and your mind betrays you, conjuring a filthy picture of that very same beard traveling down your body, lower and lower…
You stamp out the improper thoughts by shaking their hands vigorously.
"Hey! You guys came after all," you chime, clearing your throat. A prayer that nothing on your face reveals what just flickered through your brain radiates in your skull. 
Bucky smiles, mirth lighting his baby blues as your tiny hand wraps around his larger one firmly. 
"It’s not really our scene but we thought, ‘what the hell?’” he says. 
Steve nods in agreement.
"Where do we put the gifts?" he asks.
"The tree over there. I actually got one for you two as well."
Steve’s gaze sparkles fondly as he considers you. "That’s so thoughtful, sweetheart. You didn’t have to."
"I could say the same," you warmly reply. Sincerity vibrates in your tone as you add, "Besides, you guys have helped me so much. It’s just a small token of my appreciation."
You're pretty sure Bucky’s megawatt smile could power a whole building. His eyes flick over you and you try not to squirm under the scrutiny. For some reason, heat sparks in your core.
Dirty thoughts, begone, you scold yourself once again. 
"Come on, doll. Helping you is a pleasure. You’re our favorite neighbor, after all."
A bold impulse suddenly runs through you. You fiddle with your hands as your eyes dip to the floor.
"Maybe…" Your heart’s in your throat as you take a wide breath before asking, "I was wondering if you guys would want to come over for a homemade dinner some time this w-"
"We’d love that."
You chuckle at Bucky’s lightning quick response. The pink tinge to his cheeks as you peer at him is simply endearing. You never expected your cooking to get them this excited. You suppose they really loved the pies and are eager to try more of your sweet treats. 
Steve nudges his shoulder, shaking his head but it’s clear they’re both happy with your offer. 
You decide on a time and day on the weekend and when Steve pulls out a little notebook to jot it down, you instantly rib him. 
"Okay, Grandpa," you laugh.
Bucky tosses a loving glance at Steve, squeezing his shoulder. 
"This punk’s pretty old school. I suppose, in a way, we both are."
You don’t miss the way they look at each other as if it was just them in the world and, while it shouldn’t, your heart sinks a little. But you maintain a cheerful expression. It’s a tale as old as time and you refuse to be a cliché by letting yourself even entertain this wild fantasy. 
They then excuse themselves, thanking you again before explaining they have another engagement at their friend Sam’s house. As you bid them goodbye, you pointedly ignore Monica’s teasing glare and quirked eyebrow. 
"Just fuck them already. That ass is begging to be squeezed," she says, openly leering at Steve’s rear while sipping from her flute of champagne.
"Monica," you admonish, your eyes going saucer-wide.
She smirks.
"So much for that spiel about modern women going after what they want…and need."
"It’s different."
"Hm, sure, whatever you say...doll."
You sigh while shaking your head.
"I’m tired. Let’s leave. Besides I’m pretty sure Pepper’s about to come over here and try to set me up with Johnny Storm," you whisper through your forced grin as Pepper waves at you from afar.
Monica puts down her drink as she nudges you towards the exit herself. 
"Okay, we definitely need to go."
"Don’t forget to get your gift," you remind her.
A smirk creeps onto your face as she picks it up. You blink as you note the lack of label on her gift. It must have gotten knocked over when all the other presents piled up. But you were careful to tell your neighbors which were theirs, weren’t you? At least you think so. 
Falling into the hypnotizing depths of Bucky Barnes’ eyes could make a girl forget her own name.
Your worries are easily put to rest though. You wouldn’t be that careless.
It must have slipped your mind.
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You’re busy deep cleaning your house on Sunday morning when the distinct ringtone you set for Monica echoes in the kitchen. 
You wipe the sweat off your forehead and set your broom aside.
A victorious grin’s already spreading across your face as you pluck your phone from across the counter. You’ve been eagerly waiting for her call. While this was a bit of a prank, you know if anyone needs to unwind and allow themselves painfully needed release…it’s Monica.
"So, what do you think of my gift?" you chirp.
Monica’s deep sigh rumbles on the other end of the line. 
"It’s very thoughtful but you know I’m more of a waxing kind of girl."
Your brows draw together in sheer dismay.
"I don’t understand."
Monica scoffs, "your gift. The shaving kit."
Your heart violently bounces against your ribcage as you freeze.
"The shaving…" The words crumble in your throat as the pounding of your heart grows, an ear-shattering clamor in your ears that drowns out your friend’s befuddled babble. You interrupt her with a wobbling tone, "Monica, t-that’s not…that gift wasn’t meant for you."
"What do you m-"
"I’ll call you back!"
You hang up on her and slam your phone on the counter harshly. You then whirl around so fast that your head spins, the room going topsy-turvy before you. 
At first, you don’t want to believe it.
But as your mind pieces together the information at its disposal, ice lurks inside your veins. A chill slithers through your back as realization crashes down on you…a cruelly embarrassing realization.
You begin pacing around your kitchen, on the cusp of a panic attack as you hyperventilate.
No, no, no. 
This isn’t happening.
Except it is.
Things like that only happen in bad rom coms.
Except it isn’t a rom com. It's your life and it's about to turn into a horror film. Catching your breath requires long minutes as you lean your hands on the counter and keel forward. 
Nausea burns the back of your throat. 
If Monica got the gift meant for Bucky, then it likely means that Monica’s gift never got to Monica, which means the very specific item you purchased for your friend isn’t with your friend. Which can only mean it must be in the hands of…
You almost collapse on the spot. 
As your head throbs, the nightmare playing in your head threatening to send you into premature cardiac arrest, you try to calm yourself and be rational. 
Your nail snaps loudly as you chew on it.
Who knows if they even opened the gifts yet? 
Maybe you won’t need to pack up in the middle of the night, move to another country and change your identity to escape the mortifying shame. 
Maybe, just maybe…this mess is still salvageable. 
The flimsy hope sets your feet aflame.
Before the plan has adopted a clear, full shape in your mind, you’ve grabbed your coat and boots and are rushing to your neighbors’ house. 
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"Hey, sweetheart."
The panicked drumming of your heart warps Steve’s baritone until it becomes a faint echo. It doesn’t help that he’s a sight in the tight white shirt that shows off his veiny biceps and chiseled chest. The slacks show you no mercy either, clinging to his thick, muscular thighs. 
You shake your head to snap back to the present. 
"H-Hi Steve," you stammer on the doorstep.
"Well, come in, sweetheart. It’s freezing outside."
Hesitating, your hands twitch as you send a tilted smile. 
"I don’t know if I…This will be very quick. Last night-"
"I insist. You’re shivering," he says sternly, cutting off your sentence. 
He pulls you inside before you can protest any further. Snow’s shaken off your boots as you stumble in. You waste no time once you’re amidst their cozy living room, your gaze soaking in every detail in search of two particular - hopefully unwrapped - gifts. 
Your heart skips a beat as Bucky appears in your line of vision. He’s climbing down the stairs in just pants, his brown locks framing his face haphazardly and his broad chest on full display. Averting your eyes, you clear your throat. But the image of a half-naked Bucky Barnes is forever engraved in your mind. Maybe you can tuck it in a corner of your brain. It could keep you company when you’re forced to flee into exile to survive the embarrassment.
"Oh, Bucky, you’re here too. How amazing," you chime falsely.
You move about trying to give the place an inconspicuous inspection. It yields no results. No wrapping paper lying around. No incriminating device of any kind. Dread dances inside you. 
"What’s wrong? You look a little flustered, doll," Bucky mumbles.
You gasp as you pivot abruptly. A lump takes residence in your throat with his sudden proximity. His thick dark lashes fall to half mast while his pink lips curve in a lopsided smirk. 
The smooth stream of your thoughts halts all at once.
"I…I…"
"Why don’t you stay for breakfast?" Steve rasps, his honeyed timbre making your heart race as it pours over your neck.
"I think I’d rather…" Crowded by both of them, the words tangle on your tongue. "No I just… you guys are awfully close." A nervous chuckle bubbles up your throat as you fan yourself, stepping back to peek inside another room. "Why is it so hot here all of sudden?"
"Are you looking for something, sweetheart?" 
You swallow as the scent of his masculine cologne wraps around you. You can almost taste it on your tongue. 
"Hm, nothing, just enjoying the...interior design," you mumble under your breath. 
"Or maybe you lost something. A little toy perhaps?"
The rush of warm air on your nape makes you jolt. You flinch, backing away as you gawk at them. Their smirking faces stare back at you. 
The daunting awareness of why you’re here for - or what you’re here for exactly - glimmers in their teasing orbs.
Shit. 
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 It all happened so fast. So fast your mind doesn’t have time to process, prepare. 
All you know is that one minute, you were melting from the heat of embarrassment and the next…you were experiencing a different sort of heat, and melting against soft lips and firm hands that seemed everywhere on you at once. 
And somehow, here you are, completely naked and exposed before them.
Your back arches on the rumpled sheets as warm tingles dance through your core. 
"Please, Steve, I can’t take it…" you mumble. 
Steve chuckles. Who knew beneath the swoon-worthy smiles and dreamy blue eyes Steve Rogers was actually a sadist? Appearances are truly deceptive. The neighborhood’s resident Boy Scout is nothing short of insatiable, having plucked orgasm after orgasm from you since they picked you up and tossed you on their gigantic bed. 
"Come on, sweetheart, I know you can give me one more," he huskily urges.
Air falters in your lungs as Steve sweeps the vibrating toy over your damp folds once more, circling your swollen clit until another blissful wave rocks through your body. Your eyes flutter as stars twinkle before you. You’ve lost count of how many times Steve made you come with the toy meant for your friend by now.
"Enough, please," you articulate between feeble breaths. 
Steve discards the toy as you bask in the haze of your orgasm, your chest still heaving and your clit still tingling. 
He and Bucky share that secret glance you know well by now, and you now find yourself wondering how many of those silent conservations were about you.
Bucky laughs, removing his pants before creeping between your parted thighs. "Enough? We’re just getting started, doll." Your mouth waters as you note the thickness bulging beneath his boxers. 
You don’t know what’s more erotic, Steve’s lustful stare as he watches Bucky between your legs, and begins reaching inside his pants to begin pumping his own cock…or Bucky’s starving expression as his eyes meets yours, then fall to your pussy. 
He gives your folds one slow, sensual lick. 
A sharp keen escapes your lips. Bucky’s soft mouth and playful tongue take you apart. You melt, your hips canting against his mouth. He flicks his tongue inside you and your fingers clutch the sheets. His metal hand keeps you spread while his flesh fingers hook under your thigh possessively.
You bite your lip as coolness swirls over your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Moans tear through your throat, each louder than the last. 
Your body goes haywire, fiery sparks exploding across your heated flesh while Bucky feasts on your dripping cunt. As your arousal wets his beard, he growls against your core.
The vibrations send a shudder through your frame. He hums in appreciation, his tongue collecting your essence off his glistening lips.
The lewd flare in his pretty blue eyes makes your core pulse. "Hm, even sweeter than those delicious pies you always bake for us, sweetheart." He rises and you watch in awe as he pulls down his boxers. As Steve does the same, shedding the last of his clothes, you hold your breath. 
Your hips wiggle as you wait, anticipation swirling through your veins. 
Their stiff cocks spring free.
As you admire the veins running along Bucky’s shaft and the glistening, swollen tip of Steve, your thoughts are already overwhelmed with the idea of having them inside you. 
You unleash an audible whine.
Bucky inches closer. He gives you a quick, lecherous once over before grabbing you and flipping you on the bed, effectively keeping you from seeing what they’ll do next. Ass up in the air, you tremble. 
The wait is oddly thrilling but it doesn’t last long as you soon feel the first inch of hard flesh splitting you apart. Your core burns with the sudden intrusion. You whine into the pillow. 
"God, you're tearing me apart," you whimper breathlessly. You welcome the stretch, however painful, the way the veins of his cock graze along your slick walls. 
Bucky’s silky voice caresses your back. 
"Hm, I know you can take me, beautiful," he purrs, his hands digging into your hips. 
Your breath hitches as he sinks into you even more. 
"There, doing so well for me," he lauds. The praise makes you clench around him and Bucky groans. His cock sits inside you fully, drawing a loud gasp. You bask in the comforting fullness, the feeling of being stretched to your limit. You tremble as another praise pours from his lips. "Such a good girl."
As Bucky begins moving inside you, pleasure mounts in your core, deliciously tangling with the pain. You barely get time to adjust before your chin is drawn upward by Steve’s firm hand. His pupils are inflated with desire as his thumb nudges against your bottom lip. His cock stirs when you suck on his thumb. 
His mouth twists in a crooked smile.
"I always wondered how your pretty mouth would look around my cock," he admits, grabbing his length with his other hand. He pushes against your lips until they part.
You accept the weight of Steve’s meaty cock on your tongue, quelling your gag reflex by breathing through your nose.
Steve licks his lips, his heated gaze clinging to your mouth as you take him. "Hm, even better than I imagined."
You let out a stifled moan, tears pricking at your eyes. Between Bucky hitting your sweets spots and Steve grunting above you as he fucks your mouth, you have never felt so full.
Each of their rough, bruising thrusts propels delightful ripples through your core. 
A glow blooms inside you, a wonderful warmth you’ve never felt before.
As time wears on, they pick up speed, growing more feral. Their restraint slowly erodes as they lose themselves inside you. Their animalistic moans mingle with the wet smacking of flesh against flesh. 
You grow dizzier as their masculine scents drape over your senses.
"Bucky, I’m so close," Steve rasps, pumping his cock in and out of your mouth at a devilish pace. His salty taste coats your tongue, mixing with your tears. 
Bucky’s voice is just as hoarse as his taut pelvis snaps into your ass again. "Me too, Stevie. She’s…so tight."
They both come inside you in quick succession, their throaty roars bouncing against the walls. Steve’s seed spills down your throat as his dick twitches, while Bucky fills you to the brim, the stickiness overflowing and leaking down your thighs. 
You fall limply on the bed. But there’s no time to catch your breath as Steve’s already moving your weak body to his liking. He lifts your hips and rubs his half-hard length against your tender entrance.
Feeble cries spill from your tongue as he begins pounding your core. Each of his deep, harsh thrusts makes you see stars and has your toes curl against the sheets. His filthy timbre engulfs your sweaty neck. 
"You’re not going anywhere until we both had our turns filling all your holes," Steve rumbles.
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You awake in a mess of twined sheets. You groggily open your eyes, stretching and yawning as you climb out from underneath the warm blankets. As you examine the bed and your own nakedness, memories peek through the bleary fog.
Fire licks your cheeks as you remember everything that transpired, the evidence on the sheets and your own flesh allowing no space for doubt. 
They went for hours. And you let them. Your gaze wanders to the purple sky already peppered with twinkling stars outside the window. 
"Hey, sleepyhead."
Your head lifts as you clutch the blanket tightly against your frame.
Bucky revels in the sight of you in their bed as he leans against the doorjamb. He’s fully dressed now, making you acutely aware of your own nakedness.
He approaches you. His cheeks dimple as he smirks at your reaction, amusement lighting his slate orbs. After all, what parts of you hasn’t he seen today? It’s a little late for modesty. 
"You guys should have…woken me up," you mumble hoarsely, struggling to speak with your bruised throat. 
The blanket dips with Bucky’s weight when he sits before you. He hands you a warm cup of hot cocoa with tiny marshmallows in it. You smile at it then at him, taking a small sip from it. 
"You needed rest, sweetheart," he says, cupping your cheek fondly.
"And you deserved it," Steve adds, sitting on the other side of the bed.
His blue gaze clouds over as he assesses the bruises and bites marks on your skin. 
"Guess we were a little rough," he observes, his baritone souring.
"It’s okay. I…liked it," you say, avoiding his eyes. 
"Did you now?" Steve says, wrapping his fingers around your chin to angle it upwards. Your cheeks warm as he gives a teasing grin. 
"Guess we’ll have to put her on the naughty list, Stevie," Bucky quips.
You shift in the sheets, chewing on your lip. You drop the steamy cup on the night table nearby, your eyes lingering on the clock before finding theirs. 
"It’s so late…I guess I should go back home."
Bucky frowns at your suggestion, his jaw clenching. 
"No way. You’re staying with us," he says. He grabs your hand, his thumb running alongside your knuckles.
"Is that okay?" you ask bashfully. 
Steve sighs, pulling your other hand. "Hm, have we not made it clear enough how we feel." Butterflies swarm your belly as he cups your face and plants a soft kiss on your lips. He hums as he trails tender pecks across your neck, all the way down to your shoulder. "Guess round two’s in order," he says.
Laughing, you stop Steve with a hand on his jaw. You feel him smile into the crook of your neck. The blond puts his hand over yours and kisses the inside of your palm.
"Please," you whisper, squirming under their captivated stares. "I know you guys can probably go on…a while, but I’m just a girl."
Steve chuckles and strokes your arm. 
"Hm, no, what you are sweetheart is our best girl."
You blink at him in disbelief.
"This is the last thing I expected to happen on Christmas. Usually the end of year is…it’s pretty lonely actually."
"Well, you don’t have to be alone anymore," Bucky says. 
A surge of warmth floods your insides. You then take your hands back from them to bury your head in them in frustration. 
"Hm, I can’t believe this," you groan.
"What can’t you believe, sweetheart?" Steve asks.
You look between their concerned expressions. A deep, weary sigh then drops from your chest.
"I can’t believe Monica was right."
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