#steve rogers x reader angst
Mission of Mercy: Thirty-Five
Bucky wasn’t sure what the fuck your mother was trying to accomplish, but he knew she wasn’t doing it. You were using the same tone of voice you used with Rookies who were having a breakdown. And that Bucky assumed you used with clients in an old life.
There was too much chatter for him to clearly make out the words. The clink and clatter of glasses and cutlery and the low, buzzing hum of conversation. Ostensibly, this was a celebratory dinner. One that you’d organized without telling your mom it was a celebration. And now, after the announcement, you were standing off to the side trying to coax her into coming back to the table. Because of all things, your mother was furious that you were using a family heirloom as your engagement ring.
Because it should have been Clay’s. But mostly because it had never been given to Rex to give to her. Rex had, evidently, told her it had been lost instead of telling her that his mother just forbade him to use it.
Joe glanced to the side and cringed slightly, “Sorry, kid,” he sighed, “I didn’t know it would cause this much of a fuss.”
Bucky smiled a little and let the waited refill his glass, “It’s not like you could have known… Y/N either for that matter.”
“Still-” but whatever he meant to say, was cut off when he saw you walking back towards the table with your mom.
“Everything okay?” Natasha asked, stepping on Steve’s foot to keep him from getting up to pull out Carlie’s chair.
“Fine,” you say brightly, giving her a meaningful look over your mom shoulder.
“It isn’t,” Carlie argued, “It isn’t yours.”
“Carlie,” Joe cut in over you, “Margie didn’t like you. Nobody did. And, at the time you and Rex got married my wife was still wearing it.” The old man sounded tired. He hated that this was being discussed in public. “I gave it to the boy because Clay is dead. I figured it made sense for Y/N to use it now… And if they ever have a son she can gift it to him.”
Carlie made an irritated sound and Bucky heard you mutter, “Mom, you’re making a scene. No stop.” And there was a sudden little bit of calm. It swept through the table like a cool breeze on a hot still day.
“I hate it when you do that,” she snapped. Still obviously irritated. “It’s creepy.”
And for the first time, Bucky realized that you didn’t change a person’s emotions. You just changed their perception.
“I like it,” Steve said helpfully. Bucky nodded in agreement and hoped Steve or Sam would have something to add.
“Xanax doesn’t work on supersoldiers,” Sam said stage whispering to Carlie.
Steve and Bucky both nodded. And then it happened.
Things went from bad to worse. And like the barometer you are, you saw it coming but couldn’t do anything about it.
“She’s an asset on missions,” Steve said trying to be helpful. And three Identical gasps. From Sam, From Joe, and from Carlie, clued Steve in that he had made a horrible, terrible mistake.
“On missions?” Carlie said rounding on you, “I thought you worked at the hospital.”
“I do,” you say, taking a sip of your champagne, “Part time.”
“You lied to me?”
The ear splitting screech caused both supersoldiers to wince and several other dinner parties to turn and glare.
“To avoid exactly this conversation,” you say calmly. Bucky knows you don’t feel calm. He can see the tension ratcheting down on your body. Ready to run. He puts an arm around the back of your chair and squeezes your shoulder.
When she raised her hand to slap you ,you catch her wrist, “Stop.” Your voice never rose, it was still the same calm tone.
“Ma’am your daughter is a hero,” Steve tried.
But when it was clear you weren’t going to bow to her tirades she twisted her wrist out of your grip and swatted her drink at you, spattering your face, your dress, Bucky and Joe with the gin and tonic she had been drinking. You sat stock still and didn’t turn your head as she stormed off but you did take the napkin Sam proffered to get the liquor off your face.
“Excuse me,” you say quietly, standing and turning the opposite direction she’d gone. Heading towards the washroom. And Natasha follows with both of your bags quickly. She isn't sure what exactly you have in your bag to fix your make up but she says a silent thank you to the creator of waterproof mascara.
Bucky watches helplessly for a minute and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Thanks, Steve.”
“She called her creepy,” Steve said, offended on your behalf.
Joe chuckled bitterly, “Son,” he said, “That’s mild. And nothing compared to the earful she’s gonna get.” The old man shook his head and pushed his plate away. Sam looked towards where your mother was standing outside waiting for someone to chase after her. To soothe her wounded feelings.
“Are you gonna-”
“Nope,” Bucky said, not turning.
“Buck-” Steve started, not really sure what he wants to say but knowing that Bucky looks livid.
“Stop helping,” Sam said quietly, watching Joe pat the brunette’s shoulder.
Bucky turned and looked at the old man and he smiled a little, “Give her a few minutes to get herself calmed down.” Bucky nodded and took a deep breath.
“Well this wasn’t how I wanted the night to go,” he said dabbing at his shirt with the napkin Steve handed him and handing one to Joe. “Do the melt downs ever get less dramatic?”
Bucky watched Carlie start back inside and stood, “Excuse me, gentlemen. I’m about to go put the fear of god in this woman.”
You pause at the door of the washroom, looking towards the window. “What’s Bucky doing?” you ask, lips bloodless. So far you’d managed to keep them mostly separated. Your mother required careful handling and you’d built a pleasant little fiction for her about your life.
“I don’t know,” Natasha said quietly, looking to where Bucky’s co-conspirators appeared to be pretending nothing was happening. She handed the glass a helpful waitress had given her to another waitress and linked her arm through yours.
“Chin up, tits out, I suppose,” you mutter letting her lead you to the table. You kiss Joe on the cheek and take the chair Sam is holding for you.
“What’s going on?” Natasha asked.
Joe cleared his throat and took a sip of his beer, “Tin Man out there is giving Carlie the tongue lashing she deserves I imagine.” When you make a strangled sound and start to get up, Joe puts a hand on your arm. “Sunshine,” he said quietly, “You sit right there. People have been kowtowing to her shit since you were a baby. But now you’re grown and there’s no way for her to hold you over all our heads. This has been a long time coming.”
Carlie turned to face Bucky, expecting her future son-in-law to give her a sympathetic ear. She sniffled pathetically and Bucky had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. “What the fuck,” he asked quietly, “Do you think you’re doing?”
The woman in front of him drew herself up to his full height and glared at him “Don’t you dare-”
“I will dare. And I’ll tell you this. You ever talk to my wife like that again and I’ll personally make sure that you never see her again. We’re not playing the poor me game any more. You think you’re the only one at that table that’s ever been lied to? Ever lost somebody?” He took a deep breath and half a step forward making Carlie move back out of the walk way and closer to the wall.
“You don’t know how hard it is,” she spat.
“No- I only spent 70 years as a mind controlled zombie while everyone I ever loved thought I was dead. Carlie, no one wins the misery olympics.”
“Everyone else raised,” he corrected. “They raised those kids while you wallowed and treated Y/N like she was a freak. Do you know why Y/N joined SHIELD?”
Carlie didn’t answer. She wouldn’t even look at Bucky.
“She took the job because she thought it was her one chance to find Clay and bring him home.”
The woman looked up and he shook his head. “She talks about him like he’s in the next room. Everything she’s ever done she’s been competing with your ghosts. And I’m not going to let her anymore.”
He hailed a cab for her and turned, taking a deep breath. He had more he wanted to say but he just couldn’t. He was so angry that he was liable to say something he couldn’t take back. So he left. Leaving her to decide where she was going and to go and kiss you until he didn’t want to shake your mother until her teeth rattled.
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Pairing: dark!Steve Rogers (kinda) x female reader
Summary: Steve was always your favorite avenger, he had all you attention, although he would brush you off and basically ignore you when he could because to him doing his job was more important than seeing to you. So, when you finally get the message and start to become friendly with a certain demi-god, his attention is on yours immediately.
Warning: dark!steve rogers – first time writing a dark fic, angst – as read in the summary, certain moments will be angsty, fluff – kinda? Idk, smut – be 18+ to read, age gap – kinda, I mean y/n is younger than Steve but is well over the legal age.
Side note: It’s my first-time writing a dark fic, if it isn’t perfect, please do spare me. I’m still learning. Also, as stated next is a Wanda fanfic and then I will be taking requests. Send them in.
“Hope you don’t mind me tagging along. Fury said it would be okay.” You smile at Steve as he looks straight ahead and focus’ on the building in front of y’all.
“Glad you told me that as you came onto the jet.” He mumbles and reaches to take out his wallet from his pocket.
You frown at his words, as well as his tone which didn’t seem to be too pleased. You dismissed it to him being upset that you didn’t notify him about coming along.
“I’m sorry, I can always go back if that’s what you want.” You say cautiously.
“You made it this far, might as well stay.” He didn’t wait for you to reply as he opened the door to the motel. You followed closely behind and looked around the front desk area.
It wasn’t the best-looking motel, but then again, Fury did say you both needed to stay off the radar.
“Good evening, I need two rooms next to each other please.” Steve spoke in a sort of polite tone.
The motel clerk, who clearly didn’t know who Steve was, threw two room keys onto the counter and took the cash that Steve offered him.
“Settle in and stay in your room, don’t come out until I tell you too.” H hands you the key and the moment you take it from his hand, he walked away.
It’s like he didn’t want to part take in any conversation with you.
“Well y/n, one step at a time.” You whispered to yourself and walked in the direction he headed to. When you arrived at the door matching the number on your key, you opened it and locked immediately after entering.
For the rest of the evening, you stayed in your room and settled in. You did a quick look around the room to make sure it was safe and once it was you fell onto the bed with a sigh.
Fury had only wanted Steve to stay in this nearby hotel and try and monitor a nearby facility with the Stark equipment Tony organised.
A knock interrupted your train of thought, you grabbed your gun from the nightstand and went to open the door. When you looked through the peephole, you saw Steve standing there and looking down the hall.
“I brought food.” He simply said, once you opened the door.
“Thanks.” You smiled and opened the door wider for him to come in.
“I already ate, eat and leave the dishes outside the room door.” He hands you the tray and turns back around and into his room.
You stand there clutching the tray and trying not to drop it with your gun in your hand.
So much for trying to get the attention of your favorite avenger.
The next few days go on with silence and barely any words being exchanged. At some point you contemplated reaching out to someone at the tower to send a jet for you, but being the determined person you are, you didn’t want to give up.
So, here you were outside Steve’s room, with a tray of his favorite food in your hand. Thank goodness the motel had a decent chef who made good food.
You knocked on the door waiting for him to open the door, he opened it with an angry expression.
Someone seems to be in a bad mood.
“Didn’t I tell you not to leave your room?” His brows were furrowed up in anger.
“Yes, but I thought I would bring you some food. You’ve been doing it for me, and I didn’t want to take time away from you with the task.” You explain with a smile.
“I’m very capable of doing that myself, in fact, I don’t think I would be an avenger if I couldn’t do it.” He said angrily and took the tray of food away from you.
“Stay in your room, we’re leaving tomorrow morning.” He slammed the door in your face, leaving you there sad.
“Can’t believe I have to babysit while on a mission.” You heard him grumble from behind the door.
You stood there shocked and hurt, never would you have thought Steve Rogers could be that harsh.
Sure, he was a righteous and determined man who took everything he did seriously, but you didn’t think your presence could make him that upset.
After a moment you take a deep breath and walk over to your motel room, going into the room and locking it. Getting ready to try and sleep off the sad feeling in your chest.
The next day you barely said a word as Steve knocked on your door informing you that you needed to leave soon. Your bags were already packed, so you took them and walked outside waiting for Steve to give the motel clerk the keys.
Once he stepped outside, you started to walk ahead of him and in the direction that you came from just a few days prior.
You could hear his footsteps behind you, and even feel his eyes on your form as you walk with your head down.
When you reached the pickup point that an agent told you and Steve to wait at, you stood a fair distance away from Steve.
“You don’t have to write up a report on the mission, I’ve done it already.” He said you stood there in silence.
You merely nodded to him in response and went back to staring at your feet.
A few moments later and the agent arrives, and you both go on and you’re off to the avengers tower.
When you make it to the tower, you take your bag in hand and walk off the first opportunity you get.
You weren’t exactly giving up your little mission, you just needed a little break from the previous exchange you had with Steve, but there were doubts in your mind.
Steve watched as you walked off, this time his brows were furrowed in anger, rather in concern, since you didn’t turn back and wave to him like you usually did when you left him.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you lady y/n, thank you for showing me to my courters.” Thor kisses your hand and smiles at you.
“Y/n is just fine.” You laugh at his politeness.
“I’m shocked that Stark didn’t not mention you when he called for my assistance.” He sat down at the counter of the kitchen, where you were previously washing the dishes.
“I just joined a few months ago.” You explained and took a sip of water.
Thor certainly was a sight, you wouldn’t deny it, but his personality was one you label as ‘the perfect friend’. He was so easy to talk to, even if you had just met him. Usually, it would be a bit of a challenge for you to talk to such a big-time avenger, you would fumble over your words, just like you did when you first met Steve.
Speaking of Steve, he just walked into the kitchen and carefully watched you and Thor interact with one another.
He had seen you interact with many male agents/avengers before, but why did he feel the sudden urge to stake a sort of claim on you? He continued to watch on, but then Thor noticed him.
“Ahh Steve, its good to see you after all this time.” Thor got up from his seat and went over to Steve.
You stayed in your spot and watched as Steve looked in your direction. You had been limiting your interactions with him recently. After much thought, you decided maybe you were doing a bit too much to gain his attention.
“Agent y/n.” He acknowledged you with a nod.
This was the first time he ever greeted you first, normally you would smile his way and greet him with a soft ‘hello Steve.’
“Y/n is such a welcoming person; I haven’t met many Midgardians who are this nice upon first meeting.” Thor boasted as he walked to you and settled his hands on your shoulders.
Steve’s eyes immediately followed his hands and then looked back up to your, but you were smiling at Thor who was looking at Steve.
“You’re quite the friendly person yourself Thor, very polite.” You compliment him back.
Steve stood in place and watched you two with observing eyes, his chest slowly filling with a dark feeling he couldn’t quite label yet. Thor had obviously found you to be attractive, who wouldn’t, you were polite, friendly and a sight many would admire.
“Very polite indeed.” Steve mumbled and walked to the fridge and took out a bottle of water.
“I haven’t had a good… beer in a while.” Thor said randomly as he went to sit back in his seat.
“I know a good place that serves the best beers, usually I don’t drink them, but this place is really good.” You chime in.
“You must take me there, I don’t have to help Tony until Monday, I don’t think he would be upset if I went around the city, and of course with such a beautiful being.” He complimented and motioned to you.
“Really? We could go tonight-“
“Not tonight y/n, you have to help me with the mission report. Fury told me there are some things that need your point of view and opinion on them.” Steve interrupted in his best strict tone.
“But I barely did or saw anything?” You said confused.
“The motel staff was said to be involved, seeing as you spoke to some of them, I need your words to conclude the report. Meet me in my office tonight, when you’re ready. I’ll be there waiting.” His tone left no questions to be asked, and if that didn’t get the message through, then his gaze that dared you to go against his words did. With nothing more to say, he walked away.
You remained looking in your seat a bit baffled.
A few hours passed but soon you found yourself standing in front of his office door, completely aware that he was inside waiting for you. As you were about to knock on the door, it opened with Steve’s tall form almost pressing against the edge of your nose.
“Come in.” Is all he said as he stepped back.
You did as he said and stepped into the office, it was quite spacious and had two chairs in front of it for visitors to sit at.
As you go to sit at one Steve’s voice stops you, “I need you to sit beside me.”
He came to you again and took the chair you were going to sit at and picked it up to put it next to his one behind the desk.
“Take a seat and write down everything you can remember from your stay.”
He gave you a pile of blank pages and a pencil.
Like a little child doing as they’re told, you sit on the chair and start to write down whatever you remembered.
“There’s not much I can write; I wasn’t exactly roaming around the motel.” You explain and put the pencil down.
Steve took a moment and put down his own pen and he briefly took a moment to think.
“You know, that’s the most you’ve said to me since we got back from this mission.” He explains and looks to you.
Your eyes watch his movements as he turns to you, he himself watching your own movements.
“I didn’t think you’d want me around?” You ask confused.
“I never said anything about not wanting you around.” He stated.
“You seemed pretty upset whenever I was around.” You shrug your shoulders as a way of explaining things.
“You seem to take a lot of notice in body language.” He actually smirked at this, and then turned back to his table.
“Yes, I do.” You state softly and also turn back to his desk.
“I myself am also observant you know, in fact today I picked up quite the observation… “
The silence that came after his words were an indication for your to ask him what it was.
“And what might that be?” You asked not looking up from the paper in front of you.
“Well, you’re very friendly with Thor, and this was your first time meeting him. I don’t recall you being like that with anyone else.” He says this like its just any other usual sentence he would bring up in a conversation.
You stop writing and stare at him, he doesn’t even look your way. He just continues to write. This amplifies your anger.
“I can assure you that you have no idea what you’re seeing.” You say and stand up.
“Where’re you going?” He asked and watched as you walk to the door and hold the handle, your back facing his.
“I’ve written all that is necessary, now if you’ll excuse me. I’m leaving since I have enough time to take Thor to that bar I was talking about.” You press down on the handle, but the door doesn’t open.
“I don’t think so.” You hear his chair scrape against the floor as he makes his way around the table and comes to stand behind you.
His chest brushing against your back.
“Excuse me?” You ask turning towards him.
“You heard me, now be a good girl and go and sit back down… or do you want to be taught a lesson?” He asked cheekily.
“I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but I will ask you one more time to open this door.” You warned him with your best mean voice.
You could open the door if you could, but the key was missing from the lock.
“It’s cute how you think I’d do what you say, now do I need to repeat myself.” His mean voice to shame.
You looked up to him and he looked back to you with this emotion in his that you couldn’t make out.
“Why should I? you haven’t exactly been the nicest person?”
“I could show you just how nice I can be.” He smirked again and stepped closer to you.
“Where is this all coming from? Steve this isn’t like you.” You asked worried, the Steve you sort of knew would not be this forward with you, he wasn’t even this forward with Sharon, the woman he boldly kissed at some point.
“You see y/n, when I see someone being too nice with what is mine, then this is what I’m like, and last time I checked, you have been wanting to get to know me and gain my attention. Well, you have it all now doll.” He puts his arms on either side head and pushed you against the door gently.
Your mind was running crazy with what he just said, why in the world would he feel like this after months of you trying to gain his attention and him not even acknowledging you. You had spoken to lots of other men, and he didn’t even batter an eyelash.
Could he possibly feel competition towards Thor? Certainly seems like it.
“Steve listen, we can discuss this some other time. I’m tired and would like to go now.” You explain calmly.
“You weren’t too tired a minute ago when you were going to look for Thor.” He laughed and placed his hands on your waist, and before you could open your mouth to reply, he hoisted you up and instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling all of him.
Your eyes widen and look between the two of your before looking back up to him.
“Shh, relax doll.” He says more gently, for a moment it’s like you’re talking to the Steve who attended to you when you got injured on your first mission. His kind eyes making you know he would take care of you. Your arms wrap around his neck, this makes him come closer to you if possible.
“That’s it.” He whispered and glanced down to your lips.
He turns around, with your legs still wrapped around him tightly, he goes to the desk and sits you down, his hands finding their way to your ass.
“You always had a perfect ass, fitting so well in the palm of my hand.” You look at him in surprise.
“What? You didn’t think I’d notice this sexy ass when you would train? It was basically the reason I was in the gym all the time. Watching you work yourself up like that… “ He could imagine the little grunts and groans that left your lips every time you chose to do a heavy work out.
“Please… “ You beg as he leans in closely and feather kisses your neck.
“What do you want?” He asked with a ghost smile on his lips.
“… you.” You mumble with your eyes closed, and mind hazy. The feeling of him so close to you, and his words hypnotizing you.
“Is that a yes or no?” He pulled back and looked to you. He may have been in an unusual state of mind, but he was still gentlemen enough to ask for consent.
You nod to him and he smiles, “I need to hear your words baby, or I’m not going to touch you any further.”
“Yes, please. I want you to touch me.”
Self-control? You don’t know her, not right now at least.
You begging him the way you did almost broke poor Steve, his own self-control slipping through.
He pulled your body flush against his, with you still sitting on the desk. His lips slammed against yours in a hunger filled kiss.
You always imagined him being gentle in the bedroom department, but of course what he is currently doing to you debunks that little theory of yours.
“Clothes off, give me a little show.” He said and pulled back, his hands and body now away from you. He took a seat on the remaining chair in front of the table.
His smile widens when you start to unbutton the jeans you were wearing eyes on him the whole time, next to go was your shirt, which Steve would’ve loved to rip off you.
“That’s it baby.” He said as his eyes watched your body, his own hands trailing on his thighs and lightly brushing against his clothed cock.
You could see the bulge of the hardened cock. The thought of what he would do to you making you grow wet and confident that you made the Captain America hard.
“Aren’t you going to undress too?” You ask indicating to him.
“Yes baby, I am.” He chuckled and stood up from the chair to walk to you.
He stood a hand length away from you before he started to undress himself. He was watching you the entire time.
So, you decided to tease him and gently started palming your breasts. You heard a growl come from Steve as he quickly got rid of his clothes before stepping forward and stopping your movements.
“You feel that baby? You do that to me.” He murmured and guided your hands down his chest and to his very much expose cock, which you are gawking at.
You clenched your thighs together at the thought of taking him. The things you would love for him to do to you.
“Steve, touch me. Please.” You plead and step further into his arms.
He chuckles and does as you say. You are now once again sat on the desk, bare and at the will of Steve, the man you’ve wanted since paying eyes on him.
He spread your legs and stepped between them, brushing the tip of his cock against your soaked pussy lips.
“I would love to taste you baby, but I have to be inside you baby. Look at how soaked you are. Practically dripping on the desk.” His dirty talk was turning you on even further.
“Then do something about it Steve.” You state boldly trailing your hands down your body.
You have no idea where this confidence was coming from, but you were enjoying it, especially when it made Steve almost animalistic.
He looked into your eyes as he positioned his cock against your heat and slowly sank it. Basking in the moment.
“Oh fuck.” You whimpered and watched as his eyebrows furrowed together.
“So fucking tight.” He muttered and pulled you towards him by the hips.
He was so big, but made you feel so good as he thrusted slowly into you. Taking his time and savoring the moment. He liked the way you looked into his eyes as he thrust into you. Silently pleading with him to go faster.
“Please Steve, faster.” You finally said and gently moved your hips forward.
Steve hissed as you clenched around him.
“Baby, if you keep doing that then I’m going to come, but I want you to come first.” He said and started to do as you requested.
He fucked you faster.
The fast motion of him moving making you a moaning mess. Small whimpers leaving your lips as he edged you closer to your release.
“That’s it baby, being so good for me. You’re only mine. My good girl, taking me so good. Look at you taking my cock so well.”
His words were making you go crazy, the little praises doing something to you.
Soon you felt yourself feeling heaven, your orgasm hitting hard and nearly knocking your unconscious.
Your orgasm triggered Steve to cum, he groaned out your name saying how good and tight you were clenching around him.
His form slumped against you for a moment, he was breathing heavily, face buried in your neck, hair falling over his forehead and making him like absolute art.
“Fuck y/n, such a good girl. Fucking so tight I couldn’t control myself from cumming.” He chuckled and pulled away from you.
He had a smile on his face and watched as your tried to hide yourself away from him. His praises making you feel shy.
“Don’t hide away from me, you look beautiful like this. With my cum dripping out your pussy and down your thigh.” He murmured and looked between your legs.
The man still managed to talk so dirty, and it had you feeling some kind of way.
“Steve that was… “ You breathed a sigh and took in a deep breath.
“I know, you took me so well baby.” He placed a kiss on your forehead making your blush.
“We uhm… we still need to talk about what just happened.” You said motioning to him and you.
“There’s nothing to talk about baby, you’re mine and I’m yours. This is more than just a fuck. Once we get back to my room, I’m going to make love to you. I just needed to show you who you belonged to.” He gathered yours and his clothes from the ground and handed yours to you.
You were left speechless.
He wanted to do what now?
“C’mon, get dressed. Unless you want to have another go here?” He said suggestively.
You quickly scrambled to get dress as he chuckled and buttoned up his shirt.
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Listen, i know this is angsty as fuck. But soon enough if someone doesn't write it then i will...
I need someone to write a bucky/steve x reader fic that i can read while listening to Don't You by Taylor Swift.
I need that. It will hurt. But i need that.
@msmarvelwrites @sweeterthanthis I'm looking at the two of you for this, bc you are my main source for taylor based angst fics👀👀
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1.A-“Stop staring at me to distract me!”
B- “Oh, I’m not staring at you to distract you.”
2.A - “Why are you blinking like that with your eyes? Is everything ok?”
B- “That was supposed to be a wink!”
3.A- "Wow, I never thought you'd be stupid enough to try and do this.”
B- "Well, you're here with me, so that makes you stupid too.”
4.“You’re saying that you’re only attracted to someone’s brain, but I totally caught you checking out my butt.”
5.A- “You’re smarter than you look.”
B- “Is that a compliment for my intelligence or an insult for my looks?”
6.A- “You flirt in the most awkward situations.”
B- “You know you love it.”
7.A- “Are you trying to flirt with me?”
B- “Yes. Is it working?”
1. “Is everything a joke to you?”
2. “It’s my fault, I didn’t listen to everyone saying this would be a mistake!”
3. “Why does everything have to be a struggle with you?”
4. “I can’t believe you sometimes!”
5. “Maybe you should just leave now.”
6. “Stop! Just stop it!”
7. “Maybe, this is it coz I can’t do this anymore!”
1. “Stop looking at me like that or my knees will not hold me any longer.”
2. “My tongue still remembers the way you taste.”
3. “Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”
4. “Oh no, there is only one bed, what will we do now?”
5. “Later you will definitely need to tell me where you learned this.”
6. “I want to please you.”
7. “Your hand feels much better than my own.”
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Hellfire: Part 1
The announcement that Father Pierce was going to be retiring and a replacement had already been found. Father Pierce was moving north to be with his wife and grandchildren, and his replacement was coming straight from New York City to take over the congregation’s responsibilities. It wasn’t long for rumours to start circulating and swirling.
The rumours started with Father Pierce’s replacement being young. The relief was a man from Brooklyn, who was leagues younger than Father Pierce and was not single but was actively looking for the woman that would lead him into family life to go hand in hand with being a protestant priest.
The rumour that he was single and looking for a wife had sent the mothers of unmarried daughters, both younger, legally so, and older, into a flurry of frantic appointments to hair salons and the boutiques in the nearest city to get the best clothes to impress the newest arrival to your small town.
He hadn’t even arrived in the town yet, and the city was a buzz. He was due to reach the last week of May, the long weekend would come and go, and he would be there on Monday, ready to settle into the house he had bought on private land in the country. It was a small town, and while he wanted privacy and requested living out of town on a piece of land to give him such, everyone in the city knew exactly where he would be living.
Your parents were equally excited; they were equally eager to see what direction the new Father would take the Protestant Church in your town, to see what new influence he would bring to the city.
Only time would tell, but where there was eagerness for the majority of those in your small town, there was annoyance and indifference in you.
You didn’t care; you didn’t begin to care. His arrival wouldn’t have changed or caused a ripple in your world.
The sun was bearing down on the earth with vicious intensity, heating the sand before the lake and the grass that extended into the tree line snd beyond. It was the first weekend of June, and he has been here for a week, just settling into the small town in the middle of nowhere, still untouched by the corporate rat race of the city or the bitterness that turned neighbour against neighbour.
This town was his calling, and so was the congregation he would be serving, the people he would be steering toward God.
Before he had taken over the church, before he had taken over for Pierce, he was given a few weeks to get to know the people he would be serving, the people who would be his flock. The town was celebrating his arrival with a trip to the surrounding lakes for a weekend, where there were cabins the church-owned and used for weekend getaways and teen camps in the summer.
That is where he would get a good look and feel at who he would be helping. He had been invited snd given the biggest cabin on the property, with the building intended for a large family. One day Steve would fill the cabin the in summers with his wife and his kids, his family would fill the cabin walls with love.
For now, it was himself. For now, it was himself being hounded and introduced to every available and single woman in the church who had attended the camp, by eager mothers wishing their daughter upon a man of God like himself.
The women were beautiful and the mothers were a little overbearing in their attempts to get Steve to connect with them, to find himself attracted to them, but there was nothing.
Until he caught sight of you.
You were gilded, appearing as a being cast in the sunshine. The light reflecting on your image spoke to him like a direct call from God. He had been here but a week, met countless women who were eligible and available to him to pursue a relationship with, and he had never felt like he got a clear message. Until he saw your image until he saw you approach one of the food tents with your hair pulled up off your neck and shoulders and a pair of aviator sunglasses on your head.
It was like a direct hit to everything he had ever wanted, everything he had ever been promised.
He hadn’t met everyone in his congregation. He hadn’t met all the young women and men in the town, but when he had the chance to, you would be at the top of his list.
His eyes were gravitating toward you, his lips pursed. How could someone so innocent and lovely allow themselves to be looked up to by young men like they were a piece of meat?
“Do your parents know you’re out here?” One of the older residents asked the young woman, her judgemental eyes cast upon the short, tight jean shorts that have hugged your hips and cupped your asscheeks.
“My parents,” you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, pushing your breasts up to the point that they were almost spilling out, “are busy with their ‘bible study.”
He was enraptured by this young woman, the beauty that defied all. The fire transported him in your spirit, and the curves that made all the sinful men and boys around you drool at your exposed skin.
‘A shame,’ he thought. ‘You need to be protected from the world by a firm hand, by a man of God.’
“Y/N dear, should you be wearing that?” The old lady scolded you.
‘Yes,’ Steve agrees, ‘you shouldn’t be wearing exposing clothing for anyone but your husband.’
“You really should save your innocence-“
“My innocence is still intact, Mrs. Humphrey.” You rolled your eyes again and lifted the drink to your lips, the bottle disguised as an innocent drink, but he knew better.
‘You need a firm hand,’ Steve thought to himself, picturing every way that a man like him could straighten out a woman like you, ‘and a firm spanking.’
“Be sure to tell your parents-“
“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes and turned your back, leaving the woman who was speaking to you, and the man you didn’t know was watching you.
“Someone needs to straighten that girl out, Father Rogers.” The woman addressed him, pointedly staring at you with narrowed eyes. “And a few prayers.”
He would be the one. He would be the one to settle you. He was going to the one to place his firm hand upon your body.
You were going to be his little wife. You were going to be his pretty little woman.
God told him. You belonged to him.
First, he had to meet your parents and work his magic on them.
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Kiss the Bride // Chris Evans
Summary: He should've objected when he had the chance.
Warnings: kind of angsty
All the times he'd held you were washing down the drain. It was over. For real this time.
Chris watched as you walked gracefully down the aisle, wearing the dress you'd picked out for the wedding you thought you'd be having with him. He'd seen it all. He remembered when you showed him the binder full of your wedding plans. You never prioritized a wedding, but you'd always wanted to be prepared. You'd picked out everything from the color of the flower petals to the pin you'd put in your hair. Everything was all there. Except for him. His heart sunk when you locked eyes with him. He felt sick. Was this how it ended? With you walking down the aisle to another man as he sat there helplessly? He had to look away from you because this was the day you'd always dreamed of. How dare he ruin this for you? Just because he fucked everything up. It wouldn't be fair to you.
He watched the ceremony. It was beautiful. It was perfect for you. He felt nauseous the entire time. He couldn't decide if he should leave or stay. He wanted to choke out the groom and confess his love for you, but he couldn't. It was too late. As the two of you exchanged vows, Chris had to fight the urge to stop the wedding right then. This was what you'd always dreamed of.
"Is there anyone who objects to this marriage?"
He could've sworn you looked at him. You stared him dead in the eye. Was it a sign? A call for help? Were you asking him to speak up?
"Speak now or forever hold your peace."
He could hear you calling to him. You were begging him to save you. Right? Of course not. You were happy. This was good for you. You deserved this more than anyone he'd ever met. He stayed silent. He let himself lose. It was over.
The reception was beautiful. Exactly how you'd planned it. He smiled lightly at the ice sculpture of swans in the shape of hearts that you'd always dreamed of having at your special day. He'd always hated the idea of it.
"It's tacky, (Y/N). Too predictable."
"Oh, come on, Chris. It's beautiful. If you don't like it, I'm sure someone else will," you'd tease.
Chris sighed at the sculpture and wondered if your husband liked it.
He turned around and his heart stopped. He was sure his lungs would collapse at any second.
You were standing right in front of him. Beautiful as ever. He could've sworn angels had started singing, but he was too far gone for angels to be near him. He didn't deserve for you to be near him anymore. He'd lost that privilege.
You weren't quite sure what to say to him. You weren't even sure why you went to talk to him. Your feet seemed to have started moving before you could stop them. Now, you were standing right in front of him speechless. You couldn't tell if you were heartbroken or angry.
How could he just let this happen? Why didn't he say anything? Did he even care?
Whatever the answers were, they didn't matter anymore. It was over with. There was no hope at this point.
"The wedding was beautiful, (Y/N). Congratulations," he commented, smiling. You smiled back as brightly as you could manage, hoping he wouldn't notice just how much of a show you were putting on.
Why were you even speaking to him? You had nothing to say to him.
"Enjoy the party," you told him with a smile. "Thank you so much for coming."
You held your hand out to him and inwardly cringed. When did the two of you become so fucking formal? He stared for a moment with his hands shoved in his pockets before finally grabbing your hand in his and shaking it. What the hell was that?
You smiled one last time before turning away from him.
"(Y/N)," he called. He sounded desperate. Like he was begging you to turn around You wanted to kill him. He lets you marry someone else and then calls your name with that much hopelessness in his voice? How fucking dare he?
"I should have spoke up. Right? It wasn't just me?"
He was fidgeting with his hands. Peeling at his nails. You sighed and turned to look at him. You strode back over and grabbed his hands to force him to stop.
His eyes were nervous and fearful. What if he'd read this all wrong? What if you were happy and he was standing here ruining that?
"I wish you would have," you told him, pushing yourself on your toes to kiss his cheek. "But, you didn't. And neither did I. I'm sorry."
There it was.
It was officially over.
He knew that as you gave him one last defeated smile and walked over to your new husband.
There was no hope.
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A broken promise
Steve Rogers x avenger! reader
Featuring: Natasha Romanoff x Bucky Barnes, the avengers
Summary: The Avengers have been sent on a mission to take out a Hydra base. Everything goes smoothly until it doesn’t.
Warnings: some fluff, major angst, injury, blood, sadness.
“Alright team, we need to split up.” Steve stood in the middle of the quinjet, a board with mission tactics in his hands. You turn your attention to the man, loving the sight of Steve in full Captain mode. You always admired the sight of Steve when he was giving orders or having one of his out-of-this-world inspiring speeches. Sometimes you even had a hard time listening, looking back a how he would play all Captain on you in the bedroom.
“Y/l/n? You with us?” And you had done it again, zoned out at just the thought of you boyfriend, “Sorry.”
“Listen up, the Hydra base we’re about to enter is supposedly large. There has been reported hostages at the north side, so I want Tony, Thor, Wanda, Vision, Clint to take the north.” Steve ordered, gaining nods from the four. “Bruce you stay by the jet to keep an eye on everything, while Sam, Bucky and I take the south side. Lastly, I want Y/n and Nat to check the middle for files, and then join us for backup if needed.”
“Ai, Ai, Captain. Your crew will make you proud.” You saluted the blonde, partly cringing at yourself. Steve rolled his eyes, a playful smile crossing his lips. There was no way he could keep his Captain face when you talked to him like that.
You laughed it off and turned to Natasha sitting next to you, who kept her eyebrow raised at you, “Your comebacks hurt my ears. At least this one was better than the last.”
Natasha was right, your last mission order response to Steve was ‘You got it hunny! Your bees are ready to sting.’ You wanted to sink into the floor on the spot, punching yourself for saying such embarrassing sentence out loud. The whole team had listened, but you had forgotten about them, too focused on Steve standing there all broad shouldered and good looking, while giving out orders. Worst of all, Tony had commented ‘Is this how Y/n talks in the bedroom?’.
“I know! I can’t help it. Just the sight of Steve makes me drift off, and then I say stupid shit.” You let out a sigh, not understanding how a person could have such effect on you.
“I don’t know if that’s cute or disgusting.” Natasha shook her head before looking down at her hand, with your eyes following her gaze. She was stretching out her fingers, a beautiful diamond ring sitting on. The red haired tilted her head, a loving smile crossing her lips. You noticed her happiness, a pinch of joy filling your chest, “It’s beautiful Nat.” You looked down at the ring again.
“Yeah, he chose the perfect engagement ring.” Natasha’s response sounded faint, making you look back up at her. You noticed her focus was elsewhere, her eyes meeting Bucky’s who was sitting opposite from the two of you. They were gazing into each other’s eyes, making you chuckle.
You were endlessly happy for them both. Bucky had proposed to Natasha just a week ago, making you cry your eyes out for them. Thinking about their difficult pasts, and the fact that they had found each other, and would now get to spend the rest of their lives together, was a happiness trigger in itself.
They were both dear friends of yours, so there was nothing else you wished for them then to get closure and be happy. You knew Steve felt the same and had tried helping Bucky with just that, ever since the brunette was freed from Hydra. Before the mission, Fury had informed the base might hold all files on The Winter Solider program and The Red Room. So, for this mission, getting those files was your number one priority.
Almost too focused on the couple, you didn’t notice your own lover sitting down beside you. Steve felt a wave of heath trough his body, having spotted your gaze on Natasha’s engagement ring. Steve’s thoughts drifted over to the tiny box he had hidden away in his closet, which he planned on surprising you with when this mission was over.
Finally, the Captain tapped your shoulder and got you looking at him. You startled, turning your head to face him, expression immediately softening with love when you made eye contact, “I didn’t notice you.” You nodded your head at your two friends obviously on love, “I think those who have a staring problem, and it’s hypnotizing.”
Steve chuckled, brought one of his large hands up and lifted your chin. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. Like every damn time your lips met, you felt butterflies erupting in your stomach. Steve was acting so gentle around you, it would have to be impossible to see the man like this if they didn’t see him with you. Most people only saw him in Captain America mode.
“Are you nervous about the mission?” Steve asked, his eyes not leaving yours, hand moving to your cheek. He wanted to make sure you were okay before going out on the field. If you had so much as a small injury or unstable feelings, he wouldn’t dare let you out of his sight on the mission, or simply just not let you out on the field at all.
You tilted your head into his hold, moving your own hand up in top of his, “I’m good.” You assured him before asking in return, because you had the same criteria for him when it came to going out on the field, though he was the Captain, so you couldn’t exactly refuse him to go, but you could keep an extra eye on the man. “That always depends on you. If you’re good, I’m good.”
Your face cringed slightly, making Steve shake his head, a smirk leaving his lips, “Too cheesy, huh?” You gave it some thought, realising you had no right to find anything cringe. He was sweet, while you were out of this world with your comebacks, “Nah, it was cute.”
After thirty minutes of flying, Bruce finally landed the jet. You did your last preparations and followed your team outside. With everyone gathered in a circle, Steve gave out a short briefing, “Get ready team. We have three teams, three base locations. Take out the bad guys, rescues the hostages and get the files,” Steve turned his face towards you as he spoke, “Let’s go! Good luck everyone.” As the north base team headed off, you walked over to Steve who met you halfway.
You tiptoed and planted a deep kiss on his lips, his hands resting on your waist. You stepped down and looked up at him with a smile, “Good luck Solider.” Steve let out a sigh, hating to separate from you on missions, even though he knew you could handle yourself. “You too, doll. I love you. Promise to make it out of here alive.”
“Hey, Y/n, you coming?” You hear Natasha yelling from behind you, probably finished with her own little ‘good luck’ moment with Bucky before they separate. “Coming!” You yelled back, not turning away from Steve. You grabbed his hand and shot him with one last quick kiss, before stepping backwards, “And I promise. I love you too.” You said for only Steve to hear before slowly letting go of his hand. On every mission you separated, you made a promise to come back to each other in one peace. It felt reassuring.
He gave you a quick nod before turning to Bucky and Sam, “Let’s go.” As the three men headed off, you rushed over to Natasha, “You ready?” Natasha pretended to look at her invisible watch as she spoke, “Oh, I’ve been ready for hours, just been waiting for you and Cap to stop gazing into each other’s eyes.” Natasha laughed while you rolled your eyes at her, “Yeah, yeah, we’re disgusting, I know.”
You patted Natasha on her back before rushing past her, “Come on snail! We don’t have all day.” You smirked as you ran towards the base, Natasha following suit, “Hey, I was the one waiting for you!”
Natasha and you snuck up to an entrance guarded by four Hydra agents. You looked towards the redhead mouthing ‘surprise attack’, gaining a nod from her. On three, you jumped forward and kicked one man to the ground while punching the other over to Natasha to kick him down. To finish up, you and Natasha flipped over one agent each, knocking them unconscious instantly. “Nice work bitch.” You eyed her before walking inside, gaining a smirk in return.
Once inside, you were faced with more agents already aiming for the two of you. Though you and Natasha were far more skilled than them, knocking them down fast. Meanwhile, on the north side of the base everything seemed to go smoothly, according to Tony, “We found the hostages.” You head the men talk over the comms, Steve responding first, “Good. Focus on getting them out of there and call for backup in needed. The south part of the base seems empty so far. How’s the scene with you ladies?”
“I think we found the computer room with the possible files. We’re headed there now.” You answered while running down a long empty hallway. You and Natasha had found a staircase leading up to an empty hallway, but in the far end, you spotted machines trough a glass window. Steve was pleased to hear everything going well so far, to hear you being okay, “Good work guys. Remember to keep you guard up.”
“Will do Cap.” You responded casually, while Natasha eyed you, her brow raised. You looked at her, still running, “What?” Natasha let out a short laugh, “That was the most casual response you’ve had in a while.” You rolled your eyes with a smile crossing your lips, “I can be casual in the heath of batt—Oof!”
You let out a scoff, feeling a hard surface hitting the back of your head. You blinked rapidly, trying to wrap your head around what just happened. Tilting your head up, you noticed you were laying on the floor with Natasha next to you, and a Hydra agent ready to stab his knife into her. Quickly, you hurled up on your feet, threw yourself at the agent, and straddled him to the floor. You punched him in the gut, knocking him unconscious.
You let out a breath of relief and got up on your feet, turning to Natasha, “Gee, where did he come from?” You reached out a hand for the redhead and helped her stand up, “You okay?” Natasha nodded, placing a hand on the back of her head. Once she brought her hand back down, your eyes widened. It was covered in blood.
“Natasha, you’re bleeding!” You were about to reach for her head to check the injury, but she pushed your hands away, “It’s fine Y/n, noting big.” You let out a scoff, knowing she wouldn’t let you help her whatsoever, “If you say so.”
When the two of you were about to head for the possible computer room again, stepping on the Hydra agent’s stomach for the fun of it, the worried voice of Bucky Barnes rang trough the comms, “Natasha is what??!” Natasha let out a sigh and looked at you as if she was disappointed, “You forgot to mute your speaker didn’t you?” You let out a little ‘oopsie’ before Natasha turned away again, finally opening the door you had been heading for, “I’m okay Buck, nothing big.”
“Y/n said you’re bleeding Nat! That’s big!”
“Seriously Buck, I’m fine.”
“Fine. But be careful. I refuse to see another scratch on you when this mission is over.”
You felt a little bad for keeping your speaker unmuted. You knew how easily Bucky worried about Natasha. She was the one who made Bucky feel like himself again. If he were to lose her; Oh, hell no, he would be broken once and for all.
Finally, you reached the end of the hallway, entering the door which revealed what you hoped, the computer room. Rushing to the computers, you searched for the files. It didn’t take long for the two of you, the Avengers best hackers, to find the files you were looking for.
“Y/n, you got the chip?” Natasha asked with a smirk on her face. You nodded at her before plugging in the chip you had kept in your suit. Once they started downloading, you looked back at Natasha again, “Do you know what this means?”
You had found the Winter Soldier and Red Room program files, everything you needed to know about them. Natasha felt her eyes teary from the joy, thinking about Bucky in the process, “It means closure.”
Before you could agree with her, the distressed voice of Captain America yelled trough the comms, “Everyone get out of the building, the--” The Captain was cut off, replaced by a horrifying scream sounding all to familiar. A scream filled with fear and pain. You watched Natasha freeze in place at the sound.
“What is happening?!” You and Tony asked desperately in chorus. Steve took way too long to respond, making your heart pound quickly in your chest, “Steve?”
“The Winter Soldier is back, and we don’t know where he is!” The blonde finally yelled back, his voice sounding distressed. You looked back at Natasha, who was at the brim of painful tears this time, “How? That’s impossible.” Your voice sounded weak, as if in denial.
It was unbelievable. Bucky had spent months in Wakanda, with Shuri helping him remove the Winter Soldier. The killer was supposed to be long gone.
“How did this happen?” Natasha’s shaky, broken voice finally spoke. You rested your hand on her arm, comforting her the little you could.
“There was a man, he said the words. I don’t know how it worked, but it did, and now The Winter Soldier is loose. We have to find him.” Steve tried explaining, his voice distant. It sounded like he was running. “North base, you focus on getting the hostages to the jet, while the rest of you get the hell out of here. I’m gonna search this place.”
You took your hand of Natasha’s arm, bringing it up to press on your com, your voice angry, “The hell you’re not! Not alone!”
You already knew Sam wouldn’t separate from the Captain, but that was still not enough for you to retreat. If Steve was staying on the mission, so would you. And he knew you would, so he wouldn’t spend valuable time trying to convince you otherwise.
“Okay but be careful. Bucky’s still in there, but he’ll hurt you without hesitation.”
“Oh, we know.” You responded back while looking back up at Natasha. Though she wasn’t standing in front of you anymore, she was rushing out of the room. “Nat, wait!” You yelled at the redhead, but she didn’t stop. Groaning out with annoyance, you grabbed the chip from the computer which had luckily downloaded everything, before running after your friend.
Natasha had made it to the other end of the hallway, about to step down the stairs when she let out a painful scream. Your eyes widened when you saw her fall to the floor, her hand clothing over her stomach where a knife had been thrown. Then you spotted him, The Winter Solider rush up the stairs, standing tall over her.
You didn’t know what to do. If you got to close he would kill you, but if you didn’t, he would kill Natasha. Damn her for running off like she did! Her mind had been unfocused, too worried about Bucky to think straight. Though you would probably have ended up in the same mess if it was Steve.
“Steve, he’s here.” You quietly informed trough the comms, knowing you had to act fast. The Soldier seemed to not notice you, which you took as your advantage and sneaked over to the pair.
“Y/n be careful! Don’t do anything stupid! Sam and I are on our way! Avengers we need backup, middle part of the base!” Steve’s distressed voice yelled trough the comms. You could only imagine the frown above his eyes.
You turned your attention back to the scene by the stairs. You let out a nervous breath, knowing you probably would end up doing something stupid.
“Bucky, please, it’s me. Come back to me!” Natasha’s sore voice tried. “I love you, please, listen to me. You know me. I love you.”
“Shut up!” The Solider screamed down at her, making both her and you flinch. He sat down and straddled her, pinching her hands above her head. Natasha groaned out form the pain in her stomach, making you cringe.
“You are James Bucky Barnes, and…” Natasha was struggling at this point, “I love you. Please…”
For a moment, the stranger on top of Natasha seemed to hesitate with his next move, but it didn’t last long. He took hold of another knife, raised his hand and--
“No!” You rushed forward, throwing yourself at him, freeing Natasha from his hold. There was no way you would let him murder the love of his life.
Instead of stabbing her, he hit you, in the stomach, making you scream out in pain. And as if things couldn’t get worse, he was quickly up on his feet again and took hold of your arm. Without hesitation, he threw you down the stairs, making you roll all the way to the bottom.
You couldn’t hear Natasha screaming your name, your ears ringing instead. Your whole body was aching, eyes trying to focus on what was happening. You landed on the floor with a thud, the pain in your stomach shooting trough your body once again. You screamed out, feeling nocuous from the pain.
“Oh my god!” A faint voice yelled from afar, at least that’s what it sounded like. Steve was standing tall above you, dropping his shield to the floor, soon falling to his knees next to you. Tony, Wanda, Sam and Vision were flying above him, rushing to Natasha’s aid and to stop The Winter Soldier once and for all. I didn’t take long for Thor and Clint to follow suit. It seemed the whole team had disobeyed their Captain’s order to retreat.
Meanwhile, Steve was too focused on you to even remember what they came here for in the first place. He couldn’t speak, only blink his eyes. He felt a deep shiver down his spine while looking over your body. He wanted to simply throw up at the sight of blood flowing out of your stomach, the bone sticking out of your arm and your dislocated shoulder. Your injuries were disgustingly visible, and he was sure to find more if he looked.
One could only imagine the pain you were in, though you felt nothing at this point.
“Doll, oh my god, no…” Steve’s broken voice sounded trough your ears, making you move your eyeballs to look at him. There was no use trying to move, you couldn’t even feel the floor beneath you anymore.
Steve brough his shivering hand up to caress your cheek, gently stroking his thumb across it. Uncontrollable tears fell down your face, just like on Steve’s face, realising you wouldn’t be leaving this place any time soon. “Please, please don’t leave me, please… you promised.”
Steve hadn’t seen what happened, but he knew you had done something stupid. Every time you got injured on a mission, you had made a reckless dumb discission. “Damn you, doll… please…” Steve’s pleading voice was weak. You didn’t respond to any of his words, breaking his heart even more if possible.
“M’s sorry… I love you…” Your voice sounded faint. You were surprised you even got the words out. Steve felt a sob caught in his throat. Seeing the love of his life like this, the woman he was going to propose to in just a few hours, made his mind crumble down. He wanted to wake up from this goddamn nightmare.
Your eyes felt heavy, but you tried to flutter them open. “Please… I love you.” Steve had given up at this point, to weak to beg anymore. All he managed to do was hold you and watch as the world around you turned dark. This was the last time he would see your eyes looking up at him. And it was the last time he would get to admire your beauty, with love shining in his own eyes.
When you finally faded, Steve broke down completely. He let out a painful and broken scream, before sobbing uncontrollably, rocking back and forth with your body wrapped tightly in his arms.
What Steve hadn’t noticed what the rest of the team gathered around him, and your limp body. Every eye was filled with tears, heads lowered to the floor. The Winter Soldier was knocked unconscious, while Natasha had been fled out of there by Vision. She needed medical attention, while you needed… well, nothing. It was to late to help you.
Tony grit his teeth and stepped forward, placing a hand on the Captain’s shoulder, “Rogers, let’s get her out of here.” Tony’s voice was barely above a whisper, but Steve heard him.
There was no way he would leave your body at the base. Trusting his team that they had stopped The Winter Solder, he got up on his feet, without a word, carrying you out of the building.
“Why did you do this Y/n… Why did you leave me?!” Steve fell to his knees in front of your grave. Natasha had finally told him how everything happened, how you had jumped at Bucky who stabbed you and threw you down the stairs.
Steve knew you. He knew why you risked your life for Natasha, you always put everyone else first. It angered him so much. A part of him wanted to hate you, though he could never, so he just kept asking you why. Why you would leave him alone like this.
“The Winter Soldier should be gone for good now, Shuri had made sure of that now. So, Buck and Nat got married, which you were so excited about, I thought you should know. It’s only thanks to you anyways… they got their happy ending, but doll… What about us? What the hell were you thinking…” Steve’s voice was faint in the end, a new set of sobs escaping him.
Fuck, he was cursing again, and you weren’t here to tell him “Watch your languace Captain.” Everything was wrong without you.
You had been so focused on Natasha and Bucky’s story; you didn’t care enough about your own. That was a terrible, selfish mistake, because it wasn’t just your story you ignored, you ignored Steve’s. Bucky and Natasha got married, got their happy ending. Steve on the other hand, a now broken man, was left behind with only half a story and a broken ending. You vanished out of his life as if random words in a book was rubbed out, making the book loose it’s meaning.
As for Bucky, yes he got his happy ending with Natasha, but would forever live with the guilt of murdering the love of his best friend’s life. Though Natasha told him rapidly it wasn’t his fault, he wouldn’t listen. He would never forgive himself, especially if Steve couldn’t. Steve struggled with forgiving both you and his best friend.
Bucky wanted to vanish out of everyone’s life, to leave Natasha for her own sake, but he couldn’t. You sacrificed yourself for their happy ending. If he left, your death would have been for nothing.
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𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐜.𝐞
a/n: this is probably my favorite chris fic i've written & domestic chris makes my heart flutter & swoon- Happy Birthday Chris <33
based on the song "sweet creature" by harry styles
repost/re edit from library account
pairing: domestic!chris evans x reader
reblogs/likes/feedback is greatly appreciated & highly encouraged!
However, do NOT steal/repost ANY of my fics!
Warnings: domestic!chris, fluff, ass man chris, doesn’t really have a plot
Word Count: 2k
Rolling over to reach to cuddle into your boyfriend, but only to be met with a pile of blankets. You huff and open your eyes. There is a vacant spot next to you.
Sitting up, you look around the room. His phone is still plugged into the charger. The blinds are closed, shielding the sun from beaming through the room. Dodger is lying asleep on his bed looking unbothered and content.
The light is on in the bathroom and the door cracked open. You hear the water from the shower running and small movements.
With the knowledge of where he is, you sank back into the mattress- reaching for your phone that's attached to its charger.
The screen read ten-thirty.
He had let you sleep in while he got up at his usual time of six-thirty.
During the time while you were asleep, he took Dodger with him a jog, had a quick breakfast, read through and replied to emails, and now taking a shower.
The water turns off and he grabs a towel off the hook. Lazily, he dries himself off before wrapping it around his hips.
Chris opens the door and is greeted by the sight of you awake. He doesn’t say anything as you are distracted by an article and didn’t even notice him.
His hair is dripping wet and the towel still around his hips when he sits on the edge of the bed.
The feeling of the bed dipping breaks your focus and your eyes flicker past your screen, revealing the muscular man sitting in front of you.
A soft smile appears as he murmurs,
“You’re finally awake,”
You put your phone in your lap and nod gently, still not fully awake. He reaches for your ankle, rubbing it through the blanket.
Chris stands up and makes his way to the dresser, opening it and pulling out a pair of navy-blue briefs. He removes the towel, placing it on the backside of the chair that sat in the corner of the room.
Standing completely bare, your eyes couldn’t help but follow his movements.
Hiding underneath the grey comforter, with only your eyes peeking through, he feels eyes burning right through him. Chris looks over his shoulder, catching your gaze before you sink further into the blanket, covering your face in embarrassment.
Chris chuckles before stepping inside the underwear, covering himself. Then grabbing sweatpants from another drawer- slipping those on before laying next to you.
Blindly reaching for your body, his arms slip underneath the blanket.
You giggle at his frantic hands grasping for your body. The shirt you are wearing is being tugged on in a desperate attempt to bring you closer to him.
Chris takes you in his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. The feeling of his facial hair rubbing on your neck as his lips attack you the skin causing you to squirm- trying to free yourself from his grip.
“Chris!” Breathlessly, you squeal from the sharp pain from your sides from laughing.
He removes his lips relaxing his grip. Turning yourself around to properly face him, you are met with his soft sleepy eyes.
The lights in the room were still off and the only light coming from the small amounts of the sun coming from the sides of the window.
Loosely draping his arm around your hip, Chris plays with the edge of your t-shirt.
“Good morning,” Your voice is barely audible.
“Morning, gorgeous.” His lips press against your forehead.
With readjusting your body, Chris takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around your shoulder. Clinging to the side of his body, Chris is on his back and his arm tracing patterns on your upper arm. While your arm sneaks across his torso.
He releases a deep breath relaxing into the pillow. Today, the both of you planned for nothing but being in each other’s company.
Laying in bed, catching up on movies, cuddling, and have no responsibilities beyond these four walls.
The week had been hectic with deadlines, writing financial reports, and fighting on the phone with investors. Chris’s being packed with meetings, interviews, and rehearsing lines.
The two of you even went to bed at different times and were up before each other. The week was filled with quick interactions. It seemed like weeks since the two of you see each other, despite living in the house.
“What are we doing today?” Chris asks,
“Nothing,” You mumble yawning,
“You just woke up,” You could feel the vibrations from his voice against your ear.
“So?” The words innocently left your lips as Chris chuckled.
Gripping and shaking it, Chris’s hand finds your butt.
You squeal at the sudden contact. Chuckling, he kisses your forehead. Pulling himself off the bed, tearing away your comfort and leaving you, once again, alone in a pile of blankets.
Dodger springing up at the sound of Chris getting out of bed, wagging his tail.
Suddenly the blinds are yanked apart. Lighting up the room making you to hide underneath the comforter groaning. Chris walks over to your side of the bed and kneels beside the bed, lifting the blanket.
“Come on, let’s get you some coffee,” He pecks your shoulder.
Moaning in protest, you manage to pull yourself up now sitting on the edge of the bed. Chris is still kneeling in front of you. His hands-on the sides of your hips.
Cupping the sides of your boyfriend’s cheeks, glancing down and admiring his shirtless body, you sweetly say,
“You’re lucky I love you,” Your face scrunches for a moment before placing your lips on his.
Laughing through the kiss, Chris helps you out of bed. The cold wood floor sent shivers soaring through your body- following Chris to the kitchen. Dodger following not far behind us.
Chris opens the cabinet taking the coffee grounds and placing them on the counter. You grab the mugs off the hooks, setting them next to the machine.
The sound of the coffee grounds pouring into the filter sent a jolt of energy through you.
Dodger followed Chris throughout the kitchen while you sat at the bar stools in front of the island. You stare in awe of the man in front of you.
He never failed to make to you like you were taken care of. Always being of service and wanting to do things for you- not out of obligation, but because he wanted to see you happy.
It didn’t seem to matter how long the two of you were together for, he still acted as if he was still trying to get you.
From random texts throughout the day to the detailed vacations, the thoughtfulness of everything he did for you is the thing you love the most about him.
An episode of New Girl plays softly in the background and the scent of the pumpkin candle fills the room.
Your attention is now on the tv that Chris had forgotten to turn off, while he opens the fridge to see if there was anything that he could make for breakfast. Realizing there is nothing left but a few leftover containers from dinners and a few bags of fruit, he huffs,
“We need groceries.” Moving half-empty containers around, hoping something magically appears.
“We’ll go later,” you quietly say, paying attention to the scene on the tv.
The coffee machine beeping catching both of your attention. Giddy, you hop off the stool. Chris grabs the mug from you and shoos you away to the living room.
You make kissy noises in the direction of Dodger, trying to get him to follow you to the couch.
Chris pours the caffeinated drink in the mugs- making sure to leave some room for the creamer. He finishes the coffees and walks them over to the couch. Your eyes light up at the sight of the mug.
“Are you hungry?” He asks.
You shake your head.
“I’m okay right now, are you?” He shrugs,
“I could go for something small, but we don’t have anything.”
Both of you agree that after the episode (and your coffee) is finished, that you’d go grab food.
Chris covers you with the throw blanket that is laying on the ottoman. Dodger lays with his head on your lap, enabling Chris from holding you.
It seemed like seconds, but your coffee runs out and you place it on the end table next to you. While Chris still works on his.
He loved mornings like this.
Just the two of you, it brought a sense of normalcy. Grounding him.
You felt like home.
Chris felt normal with you and not pressured of being on all the time. You radiated security and peace, something he desperately needed with a job like his.
He loves your stubbornness, not wanting to give an amateur performance. He loves that in your stubbornness, you still knew that not every fight is worth fighting- and which battles were important.
Chris adored your heart and the way it so deeply cared for others.
No matter who they were or how long you’ve known them, you’d be the first one to offer help. Chris loves how loving you’ve been to his family and how you fit so perfectly- and your love for the world around you and how you wanted to make it better.
He never knew he could love someone so effortlessly.
He was so in love with you that the idea of being away from you for too long makes his heart physically ache.
“Food time!” Chris excitedly pats your thigh.
Scooting Dodger’s head off your lap, you get off the couch. Chris takes your cup from your hands, taking them to the sink.
You head to the bedroom with Dodger following close behind.
You made your way into the closet, realizing you had to change out of your sleep shorts and an old high school t-shirt. Not wanting to think about your outfit, you opt for black leggings and a hoodie.
The Boston weather is not offering any warm weather.
Chris comes in shortly after also in a search for a hoodie. He stares shamelessly, as you pull your shirt over your head exposing your bare chest.
He’s admiring as he often says when you catch him staring a little too long.
“I can’t help it, babe! You know how much I love it!” He wraps his arm around your stomach, bringing your back to his chest.
When you are changing into leggings, pants, or shorts, he couldn’t resist smacking or grabbing your butt. Making you jump or attempt to swat his hand away. He’d giggle like a child who just did something naughty.
He had attempted to smack your butt again but before he could, you swatted his hand away.
It’s not that you didn’t like it, it’s that it’d catch you off guard.
Chris sees how cozy you look and starts getting second thoughts on going out to eat.
He couldn’t resist the way the oversized hoodie and leggings make you look so cuddly. Your hair still a little frizzy from sleeping as you hadn’t tended to it yet.
“Maybe we should just order in…” Chris mumbles against your neck.
You turn yourself around to face him. His hair had dried completely and is tossed about. You move some hair, pushing it to the side.
“I’m okay with that,” You hum, focusing on his hair.
Pecking your lips, Chris snakes his hands down to your butt, sneaking in another smack.
“You ass!” You laugh, playfully hitting his shoulder.
Wiggling your way out of his arms, you make your way back to the bed. Chris, still laughing, follows you. He climbs into bed, lying against the headboard.
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bucky barnes x reader
— one shots
summary || She has yet to overcome the ghosts of her past, and she has yet to understand the extent of her powers. Two dense, overly stubborn, hot-headed morons can’t figure out why the wedge between them seems so vast. Where did their mutual dislike for each other even stem from? If Bucky hates her, and she hates him, then why the hell do they connect like magnets?
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stucky x reader
— one shots
summary || when the notoriously known pair of super soldiers almost lose their best girl during a recon mission, steve and bucky realize that they must finally come to terms with the fact that they’re in love with her before it’s too late.
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PAIRINGS! ex!dilf!bucky barnes x reader
SUMMARY! “then why do i still love you?” he asked, kissing you slowly.
WARNINGS! unprotected sex, 18+ minors dni, public sex kinda, oral (m rec), face-fucking, slight degrading, breeding kink, mentions of alcohol, reader almost passed out.
A/N! celebrate 600 followers with me and ex dilf bucky!
bucky was on his way over to collect your daughter as it was his week to spend time with her. he told you he was taking her away to disney, you wanted to go but you didn’t want to impose and be rude.
you had your daughters bag packed with all her disney stuff and you had her dressed up beautifully. “mommy hurry oh my god!” your daughter, harlow, whined. “harry, calm down.” you giggled.
she whined louder and stomped her feet. “you act like this around daddy?” you stood up, taking her hand. she nodded and walked downstairs with you. “oh yeah? and daddy lets you?”
she nodded again and sat up on the couch. “and he gets me what i want, he says he’s a sucker for me.” she swung her legs around. you chuckled and grabbed her bag.
“well, daddy’s a sucker for anyone.” you joked as you handed her the backpack and put the small suitcase on the floor. “sometimes i hear daddy say he misses you.” harlow smiled up at you.
you froze before moving slightly and smiling down at her. “well, we all miss what we can’t have, darling.” you said, handing her a donald duck teddy bear. your daughter nodded and sighed.
“but daddy can have you, you always see him!” she protested, getting off the couch. you smiled at her and shook your head. you heard a knock on the door, making you smile.
you opened the door and invited bucky inside. “hey harry! how are you, my petal?” bucky bent down in front of his daughter, hugging her tightly. “i have coffee ready, if you want some?” you offered.
bucky smiled and nodded walking with you. “hey! mommy can come with us to disneyland, right?” harlow ran over to you two. you looked down at her and shook your head slightly.
you poured bucky a cup of coffee and handed it to him. “that’s a great idea harlow.” bucky looked at you with a smirk. you sighed before looking at bucky with a smile. “yeah, no i have work.” you said.
bucky frowned and grabbed your phone. “i’ll call your boss, give you a week off?” he smiled, opening your phone. you hated yourself for setting such an obvious password.
“fine! god i’ll go pack my bags.” you walked off in a huff as you went to your room. you grabbed another suitcase and threw your clothes in it quickly, walking downstairs.
harlow squealed as she hugged you tightly. “you owe me.” you said through gritted teeth as you lifted harlow up. bucky smiled and nodded, grabbing both of the suitcases and bringing them to the car.
if you had to be honest, you didn’t like bucky. you two had ended on good terms but you couldn’t stand being around him. he was so overly affectionate and touchy.
he didn’t make you uncomfortable in anyway, he was just too much sometimes. you were all in the car, harlow was asleep and you were clearly annoyed as you rested your head on the window.
“i know y’don’t like me anymore, but i still wanna try again, y’know, f’harlow.” bucky said, giving you a quick glance. “we already tried, four times, we aren’t right for each other.” you said plainly.
bucky sighed and stopped at a stoplight. “every time, y’left me because of some stupid reason like leaving the toilet seat up, you’re over agitated.” he said.
you chuckled to yourself, realising that he was completely right. “sure, whatever, but we aren’t dating, just friends.” you said, looking over at him. bucky smiled and nodded, starting to drive again.
you all quickly arrived at the disney princess hotel that bucky had booked. you walked into the reception with harlow on your waist and bucky taking the suitcases.
bucky checked in and brought you all up to the room. “i think i should tell you that there’s only two beds so.” bucky smirked as he opened the door. you didn’t care at this moment, you had a cinderella themed bedroom.
it’s like bucky planned it out, because he knew cinderella was your favourite princess. “it’s beautiful.” you whispered as you looked around. “good, y’here for a week.” he said as he dragged the bags inside.
you sat down on the bed and put harlow down. “i think we should sleep and then explore tomorrow?” bucky said as he started putting the clothes away. you nodded and lifted harlow.
“c’mon, doll, it’s time for bed.” you said as you took off her outfit, slightly disappointed that it wouldn’t be shown off. she whined and ran at bucky. “fine, dad can dress you.” you said.
you grabbed a pair of silk shorts and a tank top before walking into the bathroom. you walked back in and got into bed almost immediately. “night love.” bucky kissed your daughters head.
“mommy!” your daughter screamed. you groaned and got up, kissing her head. “goodnight princess.” you said, turning to see bucky in the same spot. you sighed and walked around the bed.
once you got in, you turned away from bucky and cuddled against the pillow. “friends cuddle, y’know.” bucky whispered, tapping your waist. as much as you didn’t want to, your body betrayed you and turned over.
bucky smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist. you put your head on his chest and took in his scent. bucky rubbed your head and kissed your forehead.
the next morning moved quickly, you were all in a rush, trying to get to breakfast, then drive to disney. you were now currently standing in line for the magic tea cups.
bucky bought you too many things that you swore you would pay him back. bucky held you close for the entire time, almost as if you were married again. you felt happy again.
you all came back after a long day of walking, harlow was dead asleep and you and bucky were tired. “how about we get some drinks?” he smirked as he cocked his head towards the door.
you looked down at harlow, there was no waking her up at all. you bit your lip before nodding and walking out with him. “do you have the room key?” you asked before the door closed. “yeah.” he answered quickly.
you two walked down to the bar, where you slung back too many drinks. you were sat at the bar, laughing at an old memory brought up. “i still can’t believe you fell down my stairs in front of my dad!” you choked out.
bucky threw his head back and he erupted in a loud laughter. “i was drunk and your father was up my ass!” he complained, leaning forward. you fell onto his lap in laughter at his stupid you were when you were teenagers.
“we were so good together.” bucky shook his head as he wiped the small tears under his eyes. you nodded and took another sip of your wine. “we were, it’s a shame we had to grow up.”
bucky sighed and looked at you in awe. “i don’t think growing up was our problem.” he whispered, putting the glass of whiskey down. you shook your head and put your wine down.
“it definitely was, bucky, we started dating at sixteen, we were young and didn’t know anything.” you said, shaking the wine slowly. bucky took the glass from your hands, putting it down.
you looked at him and sighed, watching him closely. “age wasn’t ever a problem, doll.” he stood up, standing between your legs. “we outgrew each other, buck.” you whispered.
bucky shook his head and put his hands on your face. “then why do i still love you?” he asked, kissing you slowly. you sighed and pushed him back. “buck, we’re friends.” you shook your head, standing up.
bucky whined and gripped your waist, pulling you in and kissing you again. you gripped his face and pulled him in closer. “bucky.” you mumbled, pulling away.
you looked into his blue eyes and placed your forehead on his. “let me take care of you, please.” he whispered. you licked your lips and nodded, kissing him again.
bucky put his hands on your ass and started walking forwards, while you were walking backwards. bucky gripped your ass, making you gasp. bucky took this chance to slide his tongue into your mouth.
bucky pushed you up against the wall and gripped your ass tightly. “if you two could like.. not.” a preppy teenager spoke from the reception desk. you pushed bucky away and finally took your breath.
“yep, yeah.” bucky spoke as he wiped the side of his mouth, smirking at you. you two walked to the elevators, immediately falling together as if you were both magnets. “fuck i love you so much.” bucky moaned.
your hands found his hair, which you gripped tightly, pulling on the roots. bucky’s hands travelled from your ass to your thighs, lifting one of your legs up to his hip.
the elevator came down and the doors opened, a ding telling you both to pull away and get in. you both walked in and sighed. “wait— shit.” you said, pushing bucky away, who was trying to jump your bones.
“what about harlow?” you asked as you whispered. bucky bit his lip before hitting the highest floor. you got a few floors up before bucky stopped the elevator between floors.
you shook your head and bit your lip. “now i can fuck you.” bucky smirked as he peeled off his shirt, throwing it up. you watched it as it landed on the camera.
bucky pulled off your clothes, following by him and pulled you in close. “you’re still as beautiful as i remember you.” he whispered as he kissed your shoulder.
you moaned softly and gripped his back. “get on your knees, pet.” he whispered, watching you get down immediately. you grabbed bucky’s tight boxers and pulled them down, letting him kick them off.
you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock before jerking him off slowly. “please don’t tease.” he begged, a loud whine leaving his throat. you smirked and kitten licked his tip.
you sucked on it softly before moving your head down. you felt him start to thrust slowly, his tip hitting off the back of your throat and making you gag. tears started to form in your eyes.
you moaned as you gripped his hips, allowing him to thrust into you freely. “fuck baby, i missed your little mouth.” he whispered, throwing his head back with a groan.
you hallowed your cheeks and rolled your eyes to the back of your head, loving the feeling of bucky using you to pleasure himself. “gotta be inside you.” he lifted you up.
you whined and fell back against the wall. bucky pulled down your pants and panties before lifting you up. you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck.
bucky positioned himself before sliding inside you. you arched your back and moaned out loud, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly. “fuck bucky.” you moaned.
bucky smiled and slowly thrusted into you, moaning out at your tightness. buckys hands found your ass and gripped it tightly. “y’feel so fucking perfect.” bucky slid his head in the crook of your neck.
your hands gripped on his t-shirt, pulling on it roughly. “fuck yes! oh you feel so good.” you moaned. bucky lifted your leg higher, sinking in deeper and bottoming out completely.
you cried out as he hit a certain spot you forgot existed. “bucky!” you yelled as you ripped the flimsy fabric of his t-shirt. bucky smirked at you and kissed you roughly.
you felt a small knot appear in your stomach, making you pull away and throw your head back. “that’s it, you’re so fuckin’ close i can feel ya.” bucky smirked.
you sighed and rolled your eyes to the back of your head, your mind going dizzy. your vision was blurry and you felt useless in your own body. “got ya all fucked out? hm? my dumb little baby looks so good.”
“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” you moaned, clenching against bucky’s cock. the knot in your stomach continued to tighten. “gonna cum!” you screamed as you felt yourself let loose.
bucky threw his head back and moaned. “fuck, you’re milkin’ my cock, baby, so fuckin’ good.” bucky groaned. you bit your lip and watched him fuck your almost unconscious self.
bucky released inside of you, fucking his seed deep inside of you. “gonna make you a mommy again, a sexy mommy.” bucky whispered, leaving his cock inside you.
“i love you so fucking much.” bucky whispered, kissing you again. you smiled into the kiss and looked down at him. “c’mon, we need to check on harry.” you pulled away.
bucky nodded and pulled out, pulling up your panties and your pants. you felt bucky’s cum pool in your panties. bucky pressed the floor button again, pulling up his boxers and pants.
you smiled at him and kissed his cheek. “got ya dick whipped, hm?” he joked as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in. you squeaked and put your head on his ribs as he walked.
you both entered the bedroom and checked on harry, who was still asleep. “hm, well, shower sex?” bucky asked as he walked into the bathroom. you smiled and walked in with him.
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wanna be yours ; andy barber
just a small drable.
warnings: slight smut, angst, mentions of cheating, age gap!
pairings: andy barber x reader
fingers tangled together, as he laid next to you, his free arm stroking your hair, as you listened to his heartbeat, which sounded normal. You two loved each other.
Love can be in any form. Love is never easy, and you both were suffering through it. Every night, he'd be next to you, his scent would be enough for you to calm down.
Things weren't easy as they looked. You were younger than him, having a 22 year old difference between the two, will always be questioned everywhere.
So the best you two could do was hide it, putting a curtain on your relationship with him. You knew how worse it would be later, but none of you cared about it.
Right now, you two were bare, only covered with the white, silk sheets, his lips on your head, as he pressed gentle kisses on your head, as you walked on the road of complicity of yours and his relationship again.
“What're you thinking, my love?” He asked, his voice, calm and raspy. You sighed, and looked up to meet his eyes, he smiled, getting the idea of what was inside your head
“nothing, my love.” You answered, knowing that he knew what you were thinking. He was a man, with a dark life. Wife never loved him, son never cared about him even though he would lay his life for them.
So, when both of you were covered with this much of darkness, the bridge seems to be the light that brightened both of your lives. It was destined that you'd end up like this.
He was in the spot, where he had two roads, one was losing you, and he'd have everything. The other was losing everything and have you. He was losing his everything on both the roads.
He pressed a kiss on your lips, his one hand, cupping your face, and pulling you closer. You melted in that kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, to pull him closer.
His other hand, tangled with yours, as he showed you how much he loved you, how much you mean to him. You chanted his name, which he was addicted to. Your lips addicting him, he never left them. This will be the last time, you both knew, but acted like it wasn't.
“just wanna be yours.” He breathes, resting his forehead on yours, as tears ran out and fell on his cheeks, falling on your cheek. Seeing him like that, you too were emotional.
He kissed you again, tears still falling and he looks at you, as you try your hardest to he strong.
“I am yours.” You said, and he smiles, before he kisses you again, and leaves you forever, going back to his so-called happy family, of three including him, A broken- husband / father, a Son who was depressed, and a wife and a mother who was playing games on their family.
AN: idk why i made this, but im in a ✨angsty✨ mood for a few days and if you wanna really get in your feels listen to i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys
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Little Blue Ribbons (Requested Extension)
Summary: Steve returns four years later to you after regretting his decision to remain in the past with Peggy. He did not expect his mistake to result in finding you pregnant by his best friend and that he had unknowingly abandoned you when you were carrying his sons. (A requested extended chapter set after Chapter 6.)
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. CONTAINS SMUT. oral, fingering, semi-public sex, pregnant!reader sex, breeding kink, pining (you should expect this by now)
A/N: This took a while because I was so undecided on how to end things, but here we are. Dedicated to the nonnie who asked what happens to Steve after he returns and if he would ever have a relationship with his sons. Thank you for sending that request. I enjoyed revisiting this series.
Also dedicated to @milkyway-writes and @pigwidgeonxo who have been VERY vocal about their support for this extension. You’re both amazing people. Special mention to @its-my-little-dumpster-fire for the special scene inclusion. I tried my best.
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Bucky asked Steve to stay in one of the separate cabins away from the main building where you all resided until you and the boys agreed to see him. That was six weeks ago. During the agonizing wait, Steve had time to thoroughly beat himself up about what a complete idiot he was. The beautiful reunion he imagined in his head was so filled with resentment and pain that it tore at him. He realized that it was unfair of him to expect that you would just forgive him and take him back. That was what you always did before and he had taken it for granted.
He had taken you for granted.
There was so much that he was now deeply regretful of, belated as it was. He didn’t even know where to begin to fix things. Perhaps the heaviest on his mind were the boys, those beautiful twin boys that looked like the perfect mixture of you both. His pride told him he should be mad at you too for not telling him you were pregnant, but the shame quickly tamped that back down. What right did he have when he himself didn’t tell you about his own intentions of staying in the past with Peggy?
How many times had he hurt you with Peggy? How many times had he chosen Peggy and even Sharon over you? Over and over again he had hurt you and you had stood by him, allowing him to find his happiness at the expense of yours. You were too good for him and he didn’t even see that.
He wept every day for the first three weeks and it took all of his willpower not to march into the main house and see you. He knew better though than to jeopardize probably the only opportunity he will ever have to rebuild any semblance of a relationship with you and your sons. Of all the loss Steve Rogers has experienced in his long life, this had to be the most painful and the most difficult to swallow. He wasn’t even sure if his guilt was worth anything at this point. He was too late.
He was much too late.
In the fourth week, Bucky came to visit him and Steve felt hopeful for a moment thinking that maybe you would see him now. He was sorely disappointed. The brunette shook his head, his eyes a mix of sadness and disappointment. The blonde slumped and trudged his way to the sofa, burying his face in his hands and groaning in defeat.
Steve took a moment to just steady himself before meeting his best friend’s steely eyes again. He remembered that there was more than just you and the boys that he should be making amends with.
“I’m sorry, Buck.”
“Aren’t you mad at me?”
“Why are you talking to me at all then?”
Bucky sighed and moved to sit on the armchair, his elbows on his thighs as he leaned forward. “Because I know you took all the stupid with you. You’re a goddamn idiot, Stevie.”
“I know,” he groaned, frustrated tears edging in his eyes. “They want nothing to do with me, huh? I deserve that.”
Bucky took a good hard look at his best pal. He was furious at him and understandably so. He was the one who was left to pick up the pieces of what he so carelessly broke. He was the one who held you when you had nightmares. He was the one who made sure you were taking care of yourself and the babies. He was the one who acted like a father to the boys.
He was the one who loved you when you felt that you weren’t worth loving.
He made you believe in life again, but looking at Steve’s state right now he knew that the regret was already drowning him. He couldn’t say he wasn’t at least a little bit glad that Steve was wallowing in guilt. Having watched over the boys for four years, he knew that they should have a chance to get to know their father. None of them thought that they would be able to have it, but they had that choice now. As much as he would like to beat up Steve about what happened, there was too much history between the three of you for it to be that simple. Underneath all of it, you were still those kids who grew up in Brooklyn together.
In the sixth week, Bucky came back with better news. He led Steve to the main common room, from outside the door he could hear you and the boys and it made him stop dead in his tracks. He was nervous, deathly so, but a push from Bucky had him within your line of sight. Anton, the angry blonde twin, immediately stood in front of you in a defensive stance.
The little boy growled at his father.
“Anton, what did we talk about?” Bucky said sternly from beside Steve. He sighed when the boy just won’t let up. “Give me a second with them, pal.”
Steve watched as the boy’s eyes softened at Bucky’s approach. He watched him launch himself and cling onto his vibranium arm before he was lifted to settle on his hip. It was evident that they did this a lot. You approached them then, the other boy perched on your own hip, and pressed a kiss to the corner of Bucky’s mouth. He watched from the doorway as you all spoke quietly to each other, hands comfortably touching each other’s skin. The four of you looked like the perfect picture of a family and it made Steve’s heart ache painfully.
He could have had that.
After what felt like hours, Bucky waved him over. To be honest he wanted to leave. He felt like an outsider and he didn’t want to ruin any further the peace that you all had worked hard on building, but this was his only shot. The kids were on the floor now, one still staring at him in anger while the other with deep curiosity.
“We’ve talked to the kids. They know who you are.”
“They know everything,” you interrupted Bucky. Steve looked at you but you wouldn’t meet his eyes, choosing instead to fuss over the boys. You were so beautiful. Even more beautiful than he remembered. Maybe that was because he never really took the time to look at you like he did now. Maybe it was the glow from your pregnancy that you were only slightly showing at this stage. Maybe it was from being surrounded by love. He should have done that for you. He should have made you glow with happiness.
“It’s their choice, Steve. Roman says he needs to touch you before he makes his decision.”
He nodded his head quickly, squatting down to his son’s height. Bucky had told him a bit about the boys beforehand and explained the powers he had seen that day he returned. He experienced firsthand Anton’s intense ice powers and a small part of Roman’s telepathic abilities. He thought they were incredible and he couldn’t be more proud. That was one thing he did right.
Roman gingerly approached his father and placed his hands on both sides of his face, staring unblinkingly at him. Steve staggered back a bit as he felt the telltale signs of someone creeping in his mind, it was disorienting but somehow it also didn’t feel threatening. He felt almost hypnotized as familiar memories flashed before him and suddenly he understood what his child was trying to do.
Will you leave us again, papa?
He heard in his mind. This small child was trying to protect the family he had abandoned, trying to make sure that before they let him back in that he wouldn’t hurt them again by leaving. Steve’s heart shattered and the tears fell in large drops down his face. He felt so ashamed of himself. He shook his head quickly and fixed his watery eyes determinedly on Roman.
“I’m not going anywhere, buddy. Never again.”
Steve looked to Anton, saying with his eyes what his throat was too tight to repeat. He felt relief when the other boy looked a fraction less aggressive toward him. Then he looked at you and you couldn’t stop your own tears from falling. You believed his regret, you believed his desire to rebuild bridges.
It was enough for now.
“It’s okay, mama,” Roman said softly as he returned to your side and took your hand. They had decided they would give Steve a chance.
It started off with supervised visits in the Compound. Steve was allowed to spend time with his kids with you and Bucky nearby, far enough that they could bond without interruption and near enough in case they needed to intervene. Usually it was in the main common room that he sat with his children, telling them stories of Brooklyn and past battles while they showed him their skills.
They were slow to open up to him, particularly Anton but when they started it was like the dam broke and you just couldn’t get them to shut up. They launched into a million questions about the first Avenger that warmed Steve’s heart and gave him hope. It was the highlight of his life when both kids first allowed him to give them a hug good night. It was the happiest he has ever felt and he was filled with a deep gratitude for being granted this opportunity.
It was a testament to your motherhood how well the boys grew up. They were happy children with a zest for life and a remarkable control over their abilities. Steve noticed how Anton was so much like you with his fiery temper, but he got his bullheaded nature. Roman inherited his quick strategic mind and observation skills that would put any grown operative to shame, but he also got your empathy. It wasn’t just the two of you, their time spent with Bucky had a clear influence on them with their bouts of playfulness.
They were perfect.
He was content with what he was allowed to have. It was more than he deserved, but still he couldn’t help his eyes flitting to you and filling with longing. He saw how Bucky doted on you, more so now that you were carrying his child. He took any task he could from you and made it his mission to ensure you were comfortable. He was also openly affectionate, always with a hand to support your back and sweet lingering kisses on your face. His heart clenched every time you smiled and softly looked at Bucky the way you used to with him, but he couldn’t seem to look away.
He wasn’t angry that you had found love with Bucky. If anything he was relieved that it was Bucky. If there was anyone who could love you the way you deserved, make you happy the way he didn’t, it was Bucky. He would give anything to not have made the mistakes he did. He would give anything to have even an eighth of your love back.
One afternoon, Steve came into the main common room. He heard you and Bucky talking, alarmed at the slight worried edge in your voice. His heart stopped when he saw you. Bucky had both hands on your shoulders, rubbing up and down to soothe you. You had on a sundress that flowed softly around you and complimented your figure. Light makeup was on your face, just enough to emphasize the glow you already had. Your little blue ribbons in your hair made him swallow hard.
You were so gorgeous it hurt.
“What’s wrong?” Steve managed to ask.
You didn’t look at him, but Bucky gave him a small sad smile. “We were supposed to go on a date, but the babysitter bailed last minute.”
It was an easy decision for Steve especially with that look of disappointment on your face. “I can watch the boys.”
Your head turned abruptly to Steve and the growing smile on your face made him feel warm. It made him feel like he was finally doing something right for you. Your happiness had a decided weight to him now.
“You sure you can handle them by yourself, pal?” Bucky asked. Underneath the question was another; are you okay with this? As happy as Bucky was, he didn’t necessarily want to rub it in his best friend’s face.
“We’ll be fine,” Steve reassured him with a small smile. “Go have fun. You guys deserve a break.”
It didn’t take any more convincing for you and Bucky to go. He had been planning this date for a while now. Both of you had been busy between missions, the boys, and your pregnancy. You were both looking forward to a rare moment alone.
It wasn’t long until Bucky drove you both out to a secluded lookout point with a view of the city. You and Bucky preferred quiet dates, away from the public eye and any kind of modern noise. It made you both feel normal and in those brief moments you were just two people in love. There was no century of the worst luck any person could possibly have, there was no pain, there were no regrets, and there was no loss. It was just you and Bucky.
You hopped out of the car, running your hands on the shiny black paint of the classic Chevy Impala while Bucky pulled out what he packed from the back. You smiled at his choice of car. It suited him so well. Normally you would have taken the Harley, but he was horrified at the idea of you on it when it was confirmed that you were with child.
“Did you seriously bring me to a make out point, Buck?” you teased, a wicked smile on your face. “You wanna make out like a couple of teenagers?”
“Hell, yeah,” he said, grabbing you by the waist to pull you to him.
Your hands automatically went around his neck as your lips met in a kiss more adult than teenager in nature. You sighed and smiled when you slowly pulled apart, his hands lazily stroking your hip.
He pulled you to the benches and perched you on his lap, reaching into the cooler to pull out the food he had prepared. You allowed him to feed you as you laughed at the stories you shared. You felt at peace and content in the arms of the man you loved, the slowly disappearing afternoon sun casting the last of its warm light on the both of you. Everything felt right and steady again. The stress from the last couple of months were temporarily pushed aside, but Bucky noticed that it wasn’t completely forgotten.
“You’re still worried about Steve,” he said quietly. You didn’t realize that you had been drifting off in your own thoughts until he spoke.
“I’m sorry,” you said, nervously gnawing on your bottom lip. You really didn’t intend to ruin your date.
“You haven’t talked to him yet.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready for that conversation yet,” you admitted. “I don’t know how I want that conversation to go. Aren’t you worried about Steve?”
He smiled softly at you as he cupped your cheek. “I’m terrified.”
His answer hit you different. Just now did you realize how strained his smile looked, that Bucky had to make an effort for the gesture. He had been putting on a brave face for you and the boys, taking the role of mediator with Steve when he was surely just as rattled by his return. The guilt filled you all at once.
“No, Bucky,” you said firmly, framing his face in both your hands to keep his eyes on you when you saw him wanting to look away. “Steve coming back doesn’t change what I feel about you.”
You shook your head when he looked like he was about to argue. “It doesn’t change how the boys feel about you either. We love you.”
You pressed your lips softly against his, a gentle reassurance of the truth before you held his gaze steadily once more. “I love you, Bucky.”
You felt him melt underneath you and you saw his eyes water before he lifted himself up to connect your lips in a kiss much more forceful than your previous one. You tasted the emotions he felt in that searing kiss; the fear of potentially losing you to Steve, the resignation if that should happen, the gratitude at your assurance, and the unending love he had for you and the family you had built together.
You clutched at each other, desperate to let the other feel in more than just words how much you mean to each other. Soon the kisses and the touching turned heated, your bodies calling out to the other in need of affirmation. You shifted yourself around to straddle him and he groaned low against your mouth when you pressed your hips down hard.
“I’m not gonna make it home if you keep doing that, doll.”
He completely stilled beneath you and frowned. “What? No. You’re pregnant and -”
His eyes widened as he looked up at you, but seeing the determined lust-filled look on your face was swaying him. The threatening flash of icy blue in your eyes convinced him. You weren’t going to take no for an answer. The growl reverberated in his chest as he captured your lips with his again. He carried you with little effort, his lips traveling down to suck and bite on your neck. You were so lost in the delicious way his mouth was going down your clavicle and the tight grip he had on your ass that you barely registered the smooth leather of the back seat of the Impala against your back.
It was clumsy how you both tugged and practically ripped each other’s clothes off, desperate to feel skin against skin. When finally the barriers were torn away, you maneuvered yourself to lie on your back and slipped your head between his legs before he could even realize what you were doing. You took his balls in your mouth and pumped his hard length quickly, his precum dripping onto your hand.
“Goddamn, doll!” he shouted, gripping the seat to hold himself up above you. “You that hungry for my cock?”
You moaned against his skin, your tongue tracing patterns and your mouth sucking until he was panting above you. You slid down a bit to take his cock in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to better suck him off. You loved going down on Bucky. He was always so vocal about his pleasure and it was always a sure way to get him to give in to whatever you wanted.
“Jesus, you’re really going to town,” he groaned, bucking his hips to go further into your eager mouth. His hands reached over, squeezing your breasts before going further down to your aching cunt. “God, you’re soaking. You need my cock right here, doll?”
You could only whine and grind your cunt against his hand, squeezing tight when he slipped his fingers inside and started a frenzied pace. Bucky couldn’t hold back anymore when he felt you start to tighten and shake, the need to feel you cum around his cock and not his fingers was too compelling. He lifted himself off you, earning loud protests from you until he was pulling you up urgently to sit on his lap.
He lined himself up against your core, running the tip against your silky folds to coat himself. You were breathing hard in anticipation, your eyes locked with each other until the sheer fulfillment of feeling him stretch you made you close your eyes in bliss. He started a slow pace, thrusting up at you languidly to make sure you were adjusting to the intrusion.
You got impatient.
You leaned back, hands going on his knees to keep yourself up as you impaled yourself on his hard length. He cussed up a storm as his hands came to hold your waist.
“You’re going to kill me one day, doll.”
“What good is the serum then?” you huffed, a teasing smile on your lips as you fucked him harder.
He growled as he watched you, enthralled by just how beautiful you looked while you took your pleasure from him. He was entranced as you proved with your body just who you belonged to. He ran a hand over your bump, still barely noticeable but Bucky noticed the differences. The rounder curves were awakening a possessive and protective nature in him that he didn’t know he had.
“You’re going to look even more beautiful when you’re fully showing,” he grunted as he began to meet your hips with his own. “I might just put another kid in you after this one comes out.”
You whined as you both picked up the pace, his words fanning the inferno in your body. He was hammering up into you now, one hand on your hip to keep you in place and the other rubbing hard at your throbbing clit. The coil was quickly winding tighter and spinning wholly out of your control.
“You want that, doll? You want me to keep you round and full with my kids?”
Your orgasm caught you off guard, not expecting the thought of Bucky breeding you to have that impact. He pulled you flush against him, his mouth closing on a hardened nub as he continued to fuck you through your release in his chase for his own. Your vision was unfocused and your body was still shaking, his arms the only thing keeping you upright. All you could do was hold on to his shoulders as you felt another orgasm build.
“Fuck! You’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned against your breast, biting lightly at the soft flesh. “Cum with me, doll. Come on. Give me one more.”
You careened into your climax just as he spilled into you, your hips meeting harshly one last time. The small space suddenly grew quiet, your screams of pleasure reduced to ragged breathing and sloppy kisses. He rubbed your back to help calm you down, his sweaty forehead pressed against yours and your skin tingling from the heat in the car.
“Did I hurt you, doll? You okay?”
“I’m perfect,” you smiled as you kissed him again. “You’re perfect. I love you.”
“I love you, Y/N.”
This time looking into his eyes, you were relieved that you could no longer see any lingering doubt.
It was nearly midnight when you arrived back at the Compound. You both tried to keep as quiet as you could, sure that the boys would already be asleep. True enough you found your little mutants fast asleep in the living room. What you didn’t expect was to find them both piled on top of Steve who had also dozed off. Your heart clenched at the sight.
Bucky came up to wrap an arm around you and pull you against his side. You shared a look with him and knew immediately that he felt the same way. Steve looked like he belonged there.
And he did.
He belonged with his sons, but more than that he belonged with you and Bucky. It didn’t change what you felt about each other, but it forced you to face what you both felt about Steve. A century ago it had started with the three of you and during all the different times that you weren’t complete, it had always felt wrong. It had always felt like something was missing and you were always restlessly trying to fill that void.
It was always meant to be the three of you.
Whatever that entailed, you and Bucky were now ready to have that conversation with Steve. Now finally, it didn’t seem like the end of the line.
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The villain in my story – Midgard 3
Summary: Years ago, Odin refused a bond between Thor and you as your grandfather was a mere human. How will you react when Odin welcomes Jane Foster, Thor’s human fiancé with open arms?
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Asgardian!Reader, former Thor Odinson x Reader
Characters: Loki Laufeyson, Heimdall, Odin, Thor Odinson
Warnings: angst, mentions of unrequited love, language, awkward flirting skills (it’s Steve), Steve Rogers feels, training, a hint of blood, violence during training, more flirting, mutual pining, fluff, jealous Thor
A/N: Post ‘the dark kingdom’ but not compliant with the movie. Frigga did not die, nor did Loki.
Divider by @firefly-graphics
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Midgard, three months later, the Stark tower
“Again, Captain America,” you dodge his attack easily, smirking when Steve puts all his strength into the next blow only for you to catch his fist and press a soft kiss to the skin. “You’re strong but too slow. You need to be faster to hit me.”
“I don’t want to hit you, Lady Y/N,” Steve admits, eyes dropping to the floor. “Please don’t make me hurt you.”
“You are holding back, Captain?” gripping your sword tighter you smirk at Steve. He wonders what you are up to when you walk backward, mumbling a few words, chanting a prayer in Norse. “I will not hold back, try to dodge this!”
“Lady Y/N,” Steve gasps when you storm toward him. Stormchaser begins to glow and then your whole body seems to be covered in blinding light. He raises his shield, prepares for the impact, and gets blown away, right through the wall of the gym.
“I told you to not hold back,” standing above Steve you hold out your hand. “I will not stop for you, Steve. If you want us to be equal partners, fight me with all you’ve got.”
“You just sent me flying through a wall, Y/N,” he pants, laughing as you seem to be amused. “That almost hurt.”
“Did I hurt you, Captain?” sheathing your sword to have a look at Steve’s bleeding forehead you sigh. “I’m sorry, I hit you with too much force. I should’ve prepared you for the blow.”
“It’s the shield, it deflects your sword's energy, just like it did with Thor’s hammer, but it sends me flying or destroys a whole forest,” while you look around the hallways for help you frown.
Someone familiar caught your attention for a moment...before the moment is gone.
“That’s impossible,” Steve doesn’t understand what you are talking about but the way your body stiffens, and you grip the handle of Stormchaser tells him you must’ve seen an enemy or worse.
“What is it, Lady Y/N? Is something wrong?” you rub your eyes, looking around the hallways again but the shadow of your former homeland is gone. “Do you need my help?”
“No, I just thought—" shaking your head you turn your attention back toward Steve and his wound. It already closed and your eyes widen. “Oh, it’s almost healed. That’s a miracle, praise the all-father.”
“It’s the serum, Y/N. I’m stronger, faster, my hearing is better, I age slower, and, yes, my wounds heal faster. I still feel pain like anyone else but, I survive most injuries,” amazed you look at Steve.
“Serum, interesting. Is this some kind of potion or a spell?” you wonder while Steve dusts off his shirt.
“More like medicine to improve your body and mind,” still not understanding everything Steve tries to explain you nod thoughtfully, pretend to get what he’s talking about. “I know, this sounds crazy. I just wanted to fight for my country, defend the good people but I was weak and small.”
“Captain, I can see it in your eyes,” cupping his cheek you smile, “you always were a brave man. Being weak and small doesn’t mean you are weak and small. Important is what beats in your chest. I can tell, your heart is strong, brave, and righteous, Steve.”
“You are flattering me, Lady Y/N,” stumbling over his words Steve tries to stop his wildly beating heart. He knows you just left your home and the man you love after Thor broke your heart. “We know each other for three months now but it feels so much longer.”
“Like an eternity, Captain,” he smiles, knowing exactly where you a coming from. “Maybe it was our fate that our souls finally met, Steve.”
How Steve wishes you would forget all about Thor and that he could take the pain the prince caused away. “Fate, I like the sound of that, Y/N.”
“Can we have that thing you call lunch now? I think Lord Stark said something about pizza, I love those round things. I want to have one with cheese and salami.”
“Let’s see if Tony already ordered. If not, let me get you lunch, Lady Y/N,” Steve holds out his arm, smiling when you take his hand instead to lead him toward the kitchen.
“Later we can spend time at your room, watching the thing Wanda called ‘supernatural’ or ‘Winchesters’, I’m not sure I understood the meaning of the thing she called mysterious series, but it did sound interesting,” Steve chuckles when you tell him you’d like to explore every movie and series.
Meanwhile in Asgard, Loki’s cell, ten minutes earlier
“Good girl,” Loki muses, using his powers to send another projection into your dimension. “There she is, and look, she’s toying with Captain America.”
“Brother,” Thor barks, ruining Loki’s concentration and he loses contact right before he can talk to you. “What are you doing? Another projection. Where do you send your clones to?”
“I was just fooling around to mess with Heimdall,” Loki lies. He can’t tell Thor he finally found out where you are hiding. Loki is an imposer, a treacherous bastard but he cares about exactly two things, his mother Frigga, and you. “It’s boring down here with no one keeping me company. My only friend left thanks to you, so I’m all alone, all day long.”
“Never use her name again,” the God booms and the walls begin to shake. While Loki rolls his shoulders, unimpressed by his brother’s demeanor the other prisoners cower fearfully in a corner of their cells. “Y/N is still missing, and I will not allow you to talk about her. She will return to me soon enough.”
“I don’t think so—” Loki smiles to himself, recalling the way you look at Steve Rogers not moments ago. “Y/N is smart, strong, and not an obedient little soldier. You broke her trust and crushed her heart. She left Asgard as you chose that boring Midgardian over the goddess who gave her heart, body, and soul to you.”
“Loki, I won’t repeat myself,” Thor slams his hammer to the ground, forces the walls to shake violently, “never speak of my dove again. She will return soon, and I’ll welcome her with open arms.”
“Just tell this yourself, brother,” the golden-haired god glares at his brother, nostrils flaring, and eyes sparkling Thor is close to losing control. “You chased her away and I don’t think she will return to Asgard anytime soon. I think you must wait for the prophecy to fulfill itself.”
Midgard, two hours later, …
“That’s a magnificent horse,” you are engrossed in watching the show Wanda suggested to you. Two brothers hunt the evil and one of them is riding a black horse, the one he calls Impala. “How do you call this horse again?”
“A car,” Steve whispers when you sit closer to him to snatch the bag of chips out of his hands. Over the last months, you grew fond of the charming super soldier and feel more than comfortable around him. “That one is an Impala, an older car, a classic one.”
“Oh, an ancient machine, interesting,” nodding to yourself you make another note in your treasured. Steve gifted the notebook to you. He even added your name in golden letters on the cover to make sure no one steals your notes. “Car, a road vehicle with an engine, four wheels, and seats for a small number of people. Do you have a car too, Steve?”
“I got a bike,” while he shows you pictures of his bike on his phone you try to make more notes. “We could go for a ride one day. Only if you want to, of course.”
“I never rode a bike before,” glancing at the pictures of Steve’s bike again you smile. “But I’d like to take your offer, Captain. Is it as wild as one of the Valkyries’ winged horses? Oh, I loved to ride them.”
“I don’t know but it certainly is fast, Y/N,” Steve swoons when you lean closer to rest your head against his shoulder. You used to do so with Thor after a battle, when he told you about his glorious victory, Mjolnir and the enemies who couldn’t keep up with him. “We can try tomorrow if you want to.”
“I’d like that, Steve,” unbeknownst to you and Steve, Heimdall watches over you, a content smile on his face…
Meanwhile in Asgard, …
“So, she found a strong soldier,” Odin muses, hearing from Heimdall you are talking about your home, your family, and the battle you fought with Steve. “I must admit, it sounds like she’s finally happy.”
“Maybe as Steve doesn’t need to hide his feelings for her, all-father,” Heimdall would never disobey Odin, but he can’t help the frown coloring his features. “I think Y/N is where she belongs—at least for now. We both know she’ll return in our darkest hour.”
“You never told anyone about it, right?” walking past Heimdall Odin looks into the distance. “If they knew, people would panic and die. I can’t let this happen. If only—”
“I’ll be ready when the time has come, my king,” his face remains stoic but there is a thunderstorm fighting for control in Heimdall’s chest. He wishes he could tell Odin to warn his people, to tell them what is about to come over them. “She will not succeed.”
“Thor, he was my greatest hope. But now,” Odin sighs deeply, shaking his head. “I believed he would fight for Y/N and their bond. I did not expect him to give up on her that easily.”
“Fate, my king,” Heimdall says. “We can’t stop fate from taking control. All we can do is to have a little faith in Thor, Y/N, and the allies they will find to fight the darkness waiting for her chance to rise again. I’ll be waiting till then. Watching. Guiding. Guarding.”
“I will leave fate to you, my friend,” while the all-father nods at Heimdall, silently telling him he appreciates his faith in Asgard and Thor, Heimdall tries to catch a glimpse of you and the soldier he saw in so many dreams.
“I have faith in fate, all-father,” Heimdall can’t give away all of his knowledge. He can’t interfere with fate and what’s about to come, but he can fight, and lend Asgard his strength one last time. “My sword and strength for Asgard.”
“Can you not use one of your projections to find her?” Thor is desperate now. No one is willing to help him find you. “Loki, you could find me on earth. Why can’t you find Y/N?”
“I could,” Loki shrugs, a smirk on his lips. “But why would I want to? She left after you broke her heart once again. You and your ego always hurt her. First, you choose any battle over here. Later on you reduced the love you shared to nothing but bodies melting into each other and then, after she waited and prayed for your return, you brought that woman here.”
“Find her,” Thor rams his fist into the wall, growls like one of the monsters he fought so many times. “I want to see her, Loki. Give me a glimpse of her reality.”
“I don’t think you want to see her right now, brother. Give her more time to forget about you. Let her return when she’s ready to fight alongside you again. You lost her heart, not her sword and devotion. Be for once, patient Thor. If you go after her now, Y/N will hate you even more,” smirking Loki looks at the hammer in Thor’s hands, “and not even Mjolnir will help you fend her off.”
“I know you can reach her brother,” the blonde god sighs deeply. “Please, just show me a short moment. I must know she’s safe and unharmed.”
“I won’t show you where she is, but I can assure you, she’s safe and sound. No enemies in sight and she made new friends, reliable ones. That’s all I will give you, for now, brother,” Loki turns his back toward Thor, not giving away you are with Steve right now.
“She’s safe…that’s good,” nodding to himself Thor looks at Mjolnir. “Is she as beautiful and powerful as ever?”
“If anything, she’s even more beautiful, and stronger, Thor. Now leave me alone, I want to end the book mother brought to me this morning. I will tell you if Y/N ever requires your help, that’s all I can offer…”
“Thank you,” walking away Thor sighs deeply. “I wish you could tell her how sorry I am. I’m a foolish man, undeserving of her love and devotion.”
“Still, you long to see her again.”
Thor nods, before he walks out of the prison, not looking back at his brother to not show his tears…
Midgard, the next day,…
“That was amazing, Captain,” you jump off the bike, to pace around the vehicle. “The speed, the power, and you guide the bike. It was so powerful and wild. An extraordinary experience.”
“We can go for a ride anytime you want to, Y/N. Just tell me you want to—” Steve gasps when you fist his leather jacket roughly.
For a moment he wonders if he said something wrong but then you press your lips against his, kissing him softly.
“I’d like that, Captain Rogers. I think this is an amazing horse, no bike,” you cup his face with one hand, smiling when he leans closer to capture your lips in a soft kiss.
“Amazing,” he whispers, watching you touch his chest.
“Your heart beats so fast, Steve. Is something wrong? Do you need a moment?” eyes dropping to his chest you frown. “Was this too much, Captain?”
“It beats faster close to you, Lady Y/N. I feel like a shy boy when close to you,” Steve admits, cheeks shades of pink. “Would you give me the honor to join dinner with me tonight?”
“Dinner? Oh, that means you want to have a date!” you exclaim.
“How do you know?” Steve gapes at you.
“Wanda forced me to watch a movie again last week. The man asked a woman to join him for dinner and later they passionately made love,” an odd noise leaves Steve’s throat when you tell him you’d like to lie with him.
“Y/N, uh—I’m a gentleman and we just met. I would never expect you to,” he stammers. “Gosh, I want to ask you out on a date but it’s there is no obligation to lie with me.”
“What if I want to, Steve?” you whisper. “I only was with Thor for an eternity. He was my first and only lover. Sometimes he was gentle, but mostly it was a tangle of limbs and hidden passion. I want to experience how you make love, Steve…”
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Hi. I hope all is well & I hope that this request will be okay and I thank you if you do consider it.
I would love to here a oneshot where Steve and the (reader) is on a mission. Somehow, things start going south when a building collapse with the reader in it. Feared that she might die in there, she starts to confess her love to Steve through the coms.
[and the rest is up to you if you want the reader to live or not]
Thanks again. :)
Thank you for the request love! I adore this idea! Sorry it's taken me so long to write!
Deathly Confessions - S.R
Word Count: 1.1k+
Warnings: Fighting, guns, mentions of injury, building collapsing, angst with a happy ending, mentions of death, suffocating, mentions of cpr.
Not proof read.
Summary: Whilst out on a mission with Steve - the man you've had a crush on for years - things go south when the building you're in collapses. You feel you need to tell Steve how you feel about him before you die.
Fury had given you and Steve a job together, he claimed that it was because you and Steve always worked so well together - which wasn't exactly wrong. You and Steve worked better together than anyone else in the group.
You two were best friends - you had been ever since the two of you met on the Shield aircraft before the attack on New York happened. That was also when the two of you - and the rest of the team - discovered that the two of you worked amazing well together. Fighting next to Steve felt natural to you, everything flowed naturally together. The two of you would always have each other's backs, making sure neither got hurt.
Fury had found out some drug smugglers that Shield had their eye on for a while were operating in an abandoned building just outside the city. He wanted this to be a stealth operation, so he only sent you and Steve, but he was ready to send a few of the others as backup if needed.
You and Steve had gone in together, both of you with your guns drawn, Steve holding his shield out in front of the two of you. You were walking close enough to him that every time he took a step, his body would brush up against your slightly, causing you to shiver slightly.
Somehow, during the job, you and Steve were separated. You still had communication via your comms, thank god, so you weren't completely alone, but you may have well of been.
It all happened in an instant. You heard Steve in your ear, exclaiming that the building was about to go down, he was begging you to get out of there. And you tried, you really tried to leave, but as you were nearing the exit, you were hit, a bullet piercing your leg, forcing you to fall to the ground.
The person who shot you was running towards you as the explosion went off. You registered Fury's voice in your ear, calling in Tony, Sam and Bucky, all of which were also on comms and had been the entire time, all of them ready to jump in and help.
All you could feel was the weight, the thudding weight of the concrete on you, caging you in, forcing you to the floor, keeping you there. The piece of concrete on your back pushed on your lungs, forcing you to gasp for breath, your lungs pushing to try and get some air. Your throat tightened as you struggled to breathe. A dull ache ran throughout your whole body, slowly turning into stabbing pains, you could feel your body being crushed.
In the haze of your panic, you could hear everyone in your ear, all of them realising you were in the building that was now on the floor. You could hear them all coming up with a plan to get you out, you could hear the panic and worry in their voices, but the thing that stuck out to you the most, was Steve's voice, you could hear the slight cracks in his voice, the way his voice wavered.
You took a deep breath, groaning slightly at the pain in your lungs, alerting everyone that you were definitely still alive. Everyone called out your name in relief, thankful that you were alive for now.
"S-steve." You groaned out, your throat burning.
"You okay sweetheart? Where are you?" Steve spoke out, worry still evident in his voice.
"I-I can't breathe. There's a huge piece of concrete on my back. Steve," you paused, taking another deep breath, tears falling from your eyes, your body burning "I don't think I'm going to make it." you whispered, your voice cracking slightly, your tears flowing faster.
You heard Steve sigh lightly "No you're not sweetheart, we're going to get you out of there, okay? Just hold on for us, hold on for me."
You groaned again "I'll try." you whispered, whimpers falling from your lips "I was near the west exit when the building went down." you whispered.
"Alright, love. That's good, we're coming for you okay. Please hang on for me, I can't lose you." Steve spoke, whispering out the last part.
You sighed lightly, your bottom lip shaking as you cried harder, you licked your lips, swallowing hard, trying to lube up your throat enough to be able to speak. "Steve. I need to tell you something, just in case I don't make it."
"Anything, love, anything." He replied.
"I love you," you started, pausing slightly.
You heard Steve chuckle lightly "I love you too, doll."
Your breathing picked up, black spots dancing around your vision, you could slowly feel your body starting to give up, you could feel yourself slipping out of consciousness. "Hold on," you laughed slightly, your energy slowly draining, "I love you Steve. In a way that's more than friendship. I've loved you from the moment I met you, I just never knew how to tell you. I figured you'd never feel the same. I love everything about you. I just hope that you find happiness Steve." Tears were streaming down your face at this point, your whole body was numb. You could hear Steve clearly crying quietly over comms.
"I love you too sweetheart, in exactly the same way." He replied, clearly scared for you.
You gasped one last time, "I'm sorry." you whispered, as you shut your eyes, your body finally giving up, at the same time the boys removed the last pieces of concrete from you. Steve took you in his arms immediately, Bucky starting cpr on you when they got you onto the Quinjet.
You were confused when you could feel a weight on your hand. Everything started coming back slowly, the memory of the building falling on you, crushing you slowly. You tightened your grip on whatever was in your hand.
Steve laughed in relief at feeling you squeeze his hand, he sat up in his chair next to your bed, his hand coming to your face, cupping your cheek. "Hey sweetheart." Steve chuckled, "can you open your eyes for me?" he asked, his hand moving to push some of your hair behind your ear.
"Steve?" you whispered, your eyes slowly managing to open, your sight landing on Steve, his tears clearly visible, him clearly looking disheveled.
Steve smiled widely, chuckling lightly, he leaned down, placing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "You're okay, doll. You're okay." He spoke, clearly trying to reassure himself as well as you.
You nodded your head, smiling at him, "I'm okay." You whispered, "even better with you by my side."
Steve smiled, this time leaning down to place a short kiss on your lips, "I'll always be by your side, love." He spoke, reassuring you that your confession from the accident definitely wasn't one sided.
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Summary: Bucky has a nightmare and unknowingly attacks you. Steve helps to calm you down and you reassure Bucky that everything will be alright.
Warnings: nightmares, ptsd, violence, swearing, fluff
“Ms. y/l/n, I am detecting and increasingly rapid heart rate from Mr. Barnes,”
You shot up at Friday’s voice and looked at the clock beside your bed. It was 3:15 am. You had instructed Friday to let you know if Bucky ever had a nightmare so that you could go and help him. His room was one floor above yours, the same as Steve’s.
You put on your dressing gown, darted out from your room and ran up the stairs. You gently opened the door to Bucky’s room and looked inside. The covers were thrown away and two fists clutched the bedsheets. He was breathing hard and muttering something as moved his head from side to side.
You walked over to his side and sat down on the bed beside him. You brought your hand up to his forehead and caressed it gently like you always did.
His whimpers were no getting louder. His muttering turning into pleads. The twitching turning to thrashing.
“Stop! Please, no, stop!” He begs to nobody, his body still asleep.
You now took his head in both of your hands, trying to wake him up.
“Get off me! Get off! Stop it! PLEASE!”, he yells, his eyes still closed, his body still asleep.
“Bucky, wake up! Wake up, James, please!” you plead, shaking him slightly. “You’re okay, Buck. You’re okay, come on.”
“No! No, please!”
It’s no use. But you’ve done this before. Both you and Steve always try to comfort him but some nights were worse than others.
“James, come on, it’s me, it’s me, y/n. I’m here, Buck. You’re okay, you’re safe.” You continue, and then suddenly his eyes snap open. You sigh in relief, “Buck-“
But before you can even finish your sentence, a metal arm swings up, wrapping firmly around your throat and pinning you to the bed, his body hovering over you in seconds.
Your eyes snap wide open, adrenaline bursting through your veins.
“Bucky…!” you gasp, both hands wrapping around his metal wrist in a feeble attempt to get him off. “It’s... me!” you choke through but the man above you tightens his grip even more.
You don’t want to fight him, you really don’t. You don’t even know if you’d be any match against the Winter Soldier but you can’t fucking breathe.
You manage to throw your legs up, wrapping them around his head and flipping him over. You waste no time and run towards the door.
“Friday! Call Steve, NOW! Code red!, Call Steve, right no-”
But within seconds, he grips from behind and slams you against the wall.
You’re nothing short of petrified as you stare into the cold void of the eyes of the man you love before you. Tears run down your cheeks as you try and gasp for air. You know it’s not his fault but she doesn’t know what to do.
His eyes grow colder if that were even possible. Your throat throbs, your body aches and your vision begins to blur.
“You...love...me” you manage to croak out.
Your vision darkens but you think you hear the door slamming open. The grip on your throat leaves and you sink to the floor.
* * *
You open your eyes slowly and groan as you try to get up.
“Hey, hey, lie down,” came Steve’s voice from beside you.
“Steve?” you croak out.
He gives you a small comforting smile and rests his hand on the top of your head, brushing your hair slightly.
“Where is he?”
“I think you should rest for now, y/n”
You sit up and face him, “Steve, where is he?”
He shakes his head slightly, “He’s outside but wait- are you sure you’re okay? He’s never...done this to you before?”
“It wasn’t him, Steve. I just... I was just-” you voice starts to crack. Steve wraps his hands around you, pulling you into a hug. Tears were running down your cheeks. “I know it wasn’t him but I was just so... scared.”
He hugs you even tighter, “I know sweetheart, I know-”
“No,” you say. “I wasn’t scared of anything happening to me. I was just so scared that if anything did happen to me, Bucky would wake up and realise and... I don’t... I can’t let him blame himself... it’s not his fault.”
Steve pulls away and brings his hands to your cheeks and smiles softly. “Well, nothing happened. You’re safe.” You smile back.
“He’s outside. It’s snowing,” he says.
You nod. Steve plants a kiss on your forehead and you get up and make your way to the door.
You exit the compound and look around, trying to find Bucky. You already beginning to regret not taking because of the snow but you decided not to go back. You walked around, keeping an eye out.
You didn’t have to look for long as you found him sitting on the snow. There was a bench right behind him but he decided to sit on the cold snow. You knew that the sight let alone the sensation of anything cold like snow still bothered him but there he was, sitting on the snow like some sort of punishment.
You walk up to him and sit on the bench beside him, pulling your legs up to your chest to keep warm. No doubt Bucky knew you were there but he hadn’t turned around yet.
You sigh, “Hey”
No response. You knew. He was just too scared to face you. You could see him playing with his fingers.
“Aren’t you at least feeling cold?”
He shakes his head. “No,” he says quietly.
You smile, “You and I both know that’s not true.”
After a pause, he slowly turns around to you. His eyes were a bit puffy and had a pained expression on his face. “I’m sorry- I don’t know what came-”
You hold your hand up to stop him from talking and rush to his side, sitting on the snow with him. To hell with the cold. You takes his metal hand on your lap and bring your other hand up to cup his cheek, caressing it gently. He leans into your touch.
“It’s okay, Bucky. It wasn’t your fault.”
His eyes trail down to your neck where there were bruises forming. His eyes widen in shock as he brings his flesh hand gently near your neck. “Did I- did I do this to you.”
You. put your hand over his and squeeze it gently. “It wasn’t you Bucky. I’ll keep on saying this eve if you don’t believe it.”
His voice cracks. “But what if something bad happened to you? I don’t know what I’d do,” he whispers.
“Hey, listen. Look at me.” He slowly brings his eyes up to yours. You cup his cheeks with both of your hands and gaze intently at him. He looks breathless. The cold pricking both of you but neither of you didn’t seem to notice.
“You are not him,” you say seriously. “You are James Buchanan Barnes. You have always been Steve’s best friend and you will always be the love of my life. You understand?”
Bucky’s mouth hangs open in awe as he tries to say something. You lean in and kiss him and he kisses you back as if his life depended on it. Embraced in each other’s arms, shielding you both from the cold wind swirling around you. You pull away and smile. He smiles back. You brush away a tear on his cheek with your thumb.
“You wanna stay here and condemn us both to hypothermia or you wanna come back with me?”
He laughs gently and gets up along with you.
“Why aren’t you wearing a coat?” he asks.
You gasp at him, “Why aren’t you wearing any shoes?!”
He brushes it off and takes off his coat and wraps it around your shoulders. You stare at him.
“What?” he says, grinning.
You squint your eyes at him, “I’m not given my shoes to you.”
He laughs loudly at that. More so because your feet were around half the size of his.
“God, I love you so much, doll.”
“Flattery won’t help ya, Barnes!” You call back as you skip ahead of him and open the door to the compound to get away from the freezing cold.
You look over your shoulder and smile on seeing a wide grin plastered on his face.
“I love you too, Bucky.”
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summary — steve got a family now, and he deserved to be spoiled in the best way, you thought.
pairing — dilf!steve rogers x reader
warnings — smut, +18, oral sex (m receiving), reader wakes steve up with a blowjob for his birthday, kissing, fluffy and sappy shit, pet names, dirty talk
a/n — this is my first time writing for steve lol and it's for chris' birthday (happy dilf day to you sir). hope you like it 💘 please tell me what you think! thank youuu 💞
It wasn't very often that you woke up before Steve. You usually preferred sleeping in while Steve would be up at the crack of the dawn. His side of the bed was either cold or lukewarm whenever you woke up.
So, you took advantage of waking up before him. On his birthday, too. You smirked.
Very carefully, you got off the bed and visited the bathroom. You wanted to make him breakfast, and then maybe waking him up for it in a satisfying way.
You hummed to yourself quietly as you slipped his t-shirt on your body and made your way towards the kitchen. You knew you had to be quiet because Steve didn't sleep heavy. You closed the bedroom door slightly, not all the way for coming in with a tray in your hands purposes.
As you walked down the hallway to check his daughter, Mila, you heard soft clicking approaching you. Smiling, you saw his dog, Dodger, coming towards you.
"Hey, boy," you whispered softly and petted his head. Dodger was a very friendly dog, accepted you into his little family almost right away. He sort of played a matchmaker between you and Steve, too, when you first met him. "I will give you some food after I check up on Mila, alright?" You talked to him gently and lovingly. Dodger responded with a wag of his tail. You chuckled silently.
Both of you marched towards Mila's room. When you cracked her door open, you saw her sleeping soundly. You gave a fond smile on her way.
She was the cutest little girl you've ever seen. She had Steve's hair color with cat-like green eyes adorning her face. Her lips were a copy of her mother's, Natasha's, and she had a lovely, cute face. You loved munching om her cheeks, she always laughed at it heartily.
Smile widening, you closed the door very silently. "Come on," you said to Dodger. "Let's go to the kitchen."
It was an hour later, you were carrying a tray full of pancakes and fresh fruits and coffee to your bedroom. Mila was still asleep just like her father, and you were being extra careful about not making any noise so that she could continue to sleep for at least another hour for the sake of your plan.
You pushed the bedroom door open only to see Steve starfishing on the huge bed. You smiled fondly at the scene. You placed the tray on the bedside drawer, arranging it in a way that it wouldn't fall. Then, you climbed on the bed slowly. Steve sighed deeply as his hands found your waist. He pulled you towards him, covering your body with his.
"Wh're h've y'been," he rasped with his eyes still closed. You ran your fingers through his long-ish blonde hair. He hummed, rubbing his face against the skin of your neck.
"I'm here now," you chose to whisper. Kissing his forehead, you positioned yourself in his arms so that you could wrap a hand around his morning erection. Steve hissed.
"Mmm, darlin'," he murmured. "Whatchu doin'?" You kissed the corner of his mouth as you tugged on his erection. Your hold around him was tight. Steve sighed and let out a deep moan.
"Celebrating your birthday," you said. Your lips placed a kiss on his neck as their next station. You nipped on the thick, bulging veins of his neck and kissed your way down. Steve's eyes were open, now, watching you move towards his hard dick hungrily.
You kissed his abs, nipped on the sensitive flesh of his groin and nosed his happy trail. He was breathing deeply above you. You gave him a wink before you took his cock out of the tiny boxers he loved sleeping in with. It was already fully hard, red on the tip and throbbing lightly.
"Honey..." Steve grunted, his now-black eyes never leaving your figure between his legs. You kissed the head of his cock, making him hiss. Placing open mouthed kisses all over his cock head, you gave a couple kitten licks on his slit. "Shit, baby—" His right hand found its way into your hair, grabbing a handful and pulling onto them lightly.
You moaned. You loved giving him blowjobs. He was so responsive and vocal during them, it made your whole body burn with lust and turned you on incredibly.
"Mmm, you're a tease, baby," Steve whispered. Miles of long limbs and torso, bulging muscles and handsome, red and turned on face were your view when you looked up at him.
You opened your mouth to slip his dick in; your hot breath making his eyes roll backwards and your slick, wet mouth making him groan throatily. You fucking loved how responsive he was. You loved hearing him, and even though you would prefer to hear him without a little intruder sleeping on three doors down the hallway, you'd take this anyway.
You started to bob your head up and down, your hand was covering the rest of his dick that you couldn't get inside. A tight fist was formed around the base of his cock, you sucked on his head and ran your tongue on his slit.
Steve gasped. Your wet mouth felt to so good around him, he felt like he might come any second. His balls were ready to empty themselves, they were tight and full, he could feel how heavy they were. "God, fuck, honey. Y'feel so good."
You hummed. The hand around his cock started to move with a tight hold, very slowly tugging on his cock to add the feeling of your mouth wrapped around his head.
The moan Steve let out was downright filthy.
You felt your body and face burn, the wetness between your legs increase, and you closed your eyes. You were sucking him more vigorously now, with more enthusiasm, and Steve was fucking loving it.
Both of his hands were now in your hair, formed into fists as he helped you move your head up and down. His hips were slightly lifting off the bed as he fucked your throat. The obscene sounds coming from your mouth as he fucked in were so good, sounded so filthy, Steve felt his balls drawn even tighter.
"Oh, shit," he hissed. His handsome face was contorted with lust, cheeks were red and his plush lips were swollen and parted. He looked so fucking sexy like that, all lost in pleasure and about to come. "Honey, I'm— close. Fuck. I'm so close—" He whined, hissed and gasped. Your cheeks were hollowed, suction had increased and the spit strands were visible.
You slid one of your hands down to his balls to give them a good squeeze, and that was it.
Steve threw his head back, baring his throat as he moaned long and deep. The spurts of come had filled your mouth, slid down your throat, and you hummed at the bitter taste. Steve's thigh muscles were twitching, hips still moving and fucking his come deeper into your throat with small thrusts. His eyes were closed and neck was so red, bulging veins were so thick, you wanted to sink your teeth into them.
You pulled off of his cock with a wet gasp. There was spit covering your chin, his come slightly leaking from the corners of your mouth and you had tears on your face. It was all worth it, though.
You got out of the bed to quickly straighten and clean yourself and Steve up. Then, you returned to the bed, kissed Steve's slack mouth, ran your hand through his hair.
"Happy birthday," you whispered against his lips before he grabbed them for a kiss. You hummed and sighed into it, body melting.
"Thank you, sweetheart," he rasped. "That was some... gift." You chuckled.
"I'll be more careful, though," you said, eyes sparkling with mirth. "Since you're now an old man." Steve narrowed his eyes. "You're, like, forty now. That's old." He snorted.
"I'll show you old," he said, nipping on the flesh of your collarbone. You giggled, but out your hands on his chest to push him back.
"Later," you said. "I have breakfast waiting for you." You pointed on your bedside drawer, causing Steve to have a peek.
"You're spoiling me," he murmured. This time the blush on his cheeks were there because he felt loved. You kissed his lips.
"You deserved to be spoiled," you replied and kissed him again. Just when the kiss was getting a little deeper, you heard Mila shrieking.
"Daddy!" Steve smiled widely as she strolled in running with Dodger in tow. "Happyest birfday!" You chuckled with Steve.
"Thank you, bug," Steve said, lovingly. Mila grinned at him, showing her four teeth in total. You kissed Steve's forehead as you stroked Mila's hair.
Steve got a family now, and he deserved to be spoiled in the best way, you thought as you pulled in the breakfast tray. His morning was passed by so quickly, filled with laughter and kisses and wishes and love.
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Should’ve Known Chapter 16
A/N: Hey sorry for the shorter chapter this time around. I’ve been so busy working almost everyday from 7 am til 8 pm that I haven’t had time to write.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Wanda or Steve they are owned by Marvel, I don’t own the gif either.
WARNINGS:Angst, Swearing, the stages of grief, loss, dark themes, 18 + from here on out.
WORDS : 1,679
SUMMARY: Family Dinner leads to unexpected conclusions.
In case you missed last chapter
You walked side by side with Steve and listened as he talked about his retirement on the moon. The way Earth looked from afar, how he sometimes just sat and watched as the Earth turned. Finally you came out of the woods and saw your beautiful wife on the porch, the gentle breeze made her fiery red hair dance in the last few rays of sunlight. You could see that she was anxious, her fingers fidgeting with the ring around her finger. You always found Wanda’s anxious quirks to be endearing, well you just found your wife to be endearing in general.
You said your goodbyes to Steve, you didn’t hug him but you did give him a small smile before walking to where your wife stood waiting for you.
You didn’t look back.
Immediately Wanda wrapped her arms around you, burying her face in your neck. You did the same, you breathed in her scent. You always loved how she seemed to always smell of roses and incense. Meanwhile she did the same, she reveled in the familiar scent of raspberries and your shampoo and conditioner, it calmed and ignited her nerves.
After a minute or so of just holding each other, swaying slightly, you both pulled away and walked hand in hand through the front screen door into your home.
“I put the kids to bed already.” Wanda said as she led you to the couch.
“Did they eat anything?”
“Yeah we had left over stew from last night.” Wanda assured you as she put an arm around your shoulders.
“We need to go grocery shopping tomorrow.” You said. For a while you just sat there in silence, Wanda’s arm around you while you curled into her side.
“We need to talk,” Wanda broke the silence.
“We do.” You agreed as you pulled away from her side slightly to which she responded by bringing you back to your previous position.
“When we decided to do this we thought Steve was gone.” Wanda began, “and now that he’s back, I...” Wanda trailed off. Scared to finish the sentence, scared of the chance that you might agree with her. You looked at her and sighed, Wanda’s fears weren’t unreasonable. Anyone would fear what this would mean, but over the past six years you grew sure of two things.
And one of those things was that Wanda Maximoff was the one; and no one would ever take you away from her.
Even the great Steve Rogers.
You pulled her to you and pressed a loving kiss to her temple.
“You’re it for me Wanda Maximoff,” You said, “No one, not even Steve Rogers, can change that.”
You feel her shoulders relax as she leans into your touch, her green eyes bearing into yours intensely.
“You’re it for me too, Солнечный свет,” Wanda held your hands tightly, “No one else.”
That was a few weeks ago, after some time and a lot of discussion. You and Wanda finally decided to introduce the kids to Steve by inviting Steve to dinner.
You and Wanda and Steve met previously to discuss what to say, after calling Nick and getting him to babysit for the evening. You, Wanda, and Steve went to a quaint restaurant to discuss how things were to go.
Steve complied with Wanda and your decision to keep his relation to them quiet until they were old enough to understand. Until that time came he was going to be Uncle Steve.
He held out hope that one day, after a bit of time and healing, they’ll be able to call him dad.
Finally the day of the dinner came and the kids were so excited you were partly worried that they would exhaust themselves before dinner even began.
You had just strained the fettuccine noodles when the knock, signifying Steve’s arrival, came. You went to the screen door and was met with baby blue eyes and a tall build. You opened the door for Steve and motioned him inside. He rubbed his hands as he walked inside your warm home.
“Steve,” You started as you noticed two small gift wrapped boxes peeking out from his coat pocket.
“Yes?” Steve said innocently.
“What are those?” You asked, pointing to the boxes peeking out from his coat pocket.
“I knew if I asked you and Wanda would’ve said no.” Steve defended. You were about to argue before he cut you off. “I missed six birthday’s (Y/n), six. I just...I just want to give them something.” You sighed as you realized it was no use arguing with him once his mind was set.
“Fine,” you said, “but I don’t want you giving them gifts every time you’re here. Six birthdays is a lot and there’s a lot to be made up for, but presents isn’t the way to make up for that lost time.” Steve nodded in understanding before shrugging his coat off and hanging it on the hook beside the door. Just as he did, the pitter patter of two footsteps could be heard approaching. You notice Steve whip his head at the sound, eyes wide and excitement and nervousness evident. You grab his broad shoulder and give it a comforting squeeze.
Not a second later Lettie and Steve came into view along with Wanda.
It didn’t take long for the twins to notice the tall man beside you. Their eyes widened at the height of the stranger.
“Mama is that Uncle Steve?” Lettie asked, her sweet bell voice ringing through the tension in the air. Wanda momentarily looked at you before returning her attention to the small children in front of her.
“Yes,” Wanda said, “why don’t you and Stevie go say hi while I help Mommy set up dinner?” The twins nodded at Wanda before excitedly making their way to the blonde giant in the room. Wanda walked to your side as you both watched Steve and the twins meet.
When the twins reached Steve, Steve knelt to their height.
“Hi,” the twins said at the same time.
“Hi,” Steve said, his voice shaking slightly, his baby blue eyes never blinking as he took in the sight in front of him. The product of both you and him stood right there, breathing, blinking, smiling at him.
“Are you ok?” Stevie asked as a few tears slipped past the ex-captain's eyes. Steve finally blinked and quickly wiped the few stray tears from his cheeks.
“Yeah champ,” Steve assured him, “I’m fine, a bit of dust got in my eye is all.”
“That happens,” Lettie said before letting her small hand wipe the last stray tear on the man's sharp cheeks.
You feel Wanda’s hand hold yours as you both watch the first interaction they’ve ever had with each other.
“I’m Scarlet but everyone calls me Lettie and that’s my brother Steven but we call him Stevie.” She said as she pointed to her brother next to her. Much like father, Stevie couldn’t stop looking at the blonde before him. A curious look passed over his features before showing a small smile.
“Well it’s very nice to meet you both,” Steve said mustering up the courage to look away. “I’ve heard so much about you both,” Steve started as he stood upright and dug into his coat pockets and dug out two small gift wrapped boxes, “much like how your birthday was last month.”
The kids' eyes shone with excitement as they accepted the gifts, thanking him in the process. The twins were just naturally polite, they learned early on that it was only polite to say please and thank you when asking or receiving something.
The twins silently looked to you for approval to open the presents. You gave them a silent it’s ok before they tore open the colorful thin paper.
Lettie let out a thank you as she opened the box to find a necklace with a star pendant. Stevie did the same as he opened the box to find a compass, it was plain and looked close to Steve’s but it was a newer model.
Without any warning the twins enveloped Steve in their tiny arms. You could see it took all of Steve’s strength not to crush them in his arms and you felt for him. This was the first time since he was eighteen that he’s been held by someone of his family, the last being his mother before she died.
All too soon the kids let him go and ushered him to the living room while you and Wanda went to the kitchen to finish dinner.
You could hear from the kitchen how the kids laughed and talked excitedly with Steve and in a way it both warmed and uneased your heart. For so long it had just been you and Wanda. However, after today it would no longer be like that again.
You see Wanda lost in thought as she stirred the sauce in the saucepan. You gently wrap your arms around her middle and pressed a gentle kiss on her shoulder.
“Penny for your thoughts?” You asked her, Wanda continued to stir the sauce with her magic as she turned around in your arms to envelop you in hers.
“I hope we’re doing the right thing.” Wanda silently said as she pressed her forehead to yours.
“We are,” you assure her, “we are.”
You both stood there like that for a few minutes until the sauce began to bubble and was ready to pour over the noodles. After doing that and preparing the garden salad and grabbing the raspberry pie you had made earlier. You and Wanda set the table and soon enough you had called everyone for dinner.
Once everyone was sat down and served everyone began eating and light chatting in between bites. Steve recounted his retirement to the moon to the kids, in which they asked so many questions in which he gladly answered. Meanwhile you and Wanda shared a look, a look that said that everything was going as planned.
That was until...
“Are you our dad?”
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a/n: this was inspired by this ask, but i think it suits chris just as well, happy early birthday to the man himself!
pairing: dom!chris x reader
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warnings: 18+, all porn- no plot, language, degrading kink, pussy spanking, use of sex toy, masturbation (f), panty stuffed in mouth, dirty talk, sorry for any missed typos!
The sound of the shower door opening and closing pulls you out of your sinful dream. Grinding into nothing, you could feel the arousal on your inner thigh- your drippy cunt throbbing so loud you swore he could hear from the bathroom.
The need to cum causes tears to swell in the corner of your eyes, you whine into your pillow.
Knowing that he'll be at least ten minutes- you sit up, tearing your t-shirt off. The cotton grazing your sensitive pebbled nipples, making you whimper.
The next to go was your panties, the center soaked in arousal. Reaching behind you blindly, you grab his pillow.
Folding it in half, you sit perched on top. The attention brought to your pussy made you sigh in relief.
You began to grind your needy cunt into his scent- whimpering carelessly. Entranced in your own world, your eyes flutter shut, and your fingers roam your body.
Fingers tweak and rolling your nipples- kneading and messaging the other with your free hand. It doesn't take much friction for your legs to shake and strings of curses to escape your throat.
Your eyes roll back, and your mouth hangs open, grinding harder into his (now soaked) pillow.
So far into your own world, you didn't even hear the water shut off.
Chris stands staring at the criminal behavior taking place in front of him. He watches as your body falls forward, catching yourself with your hands- unable to sit up straight from the powerful orgasm.
"Look how pathetic you are- grinding your needy cunt on Daddy's pillow- couldn't even wait till I got out of the shower," Arms crossed and towel hanging around his hips, he shakes his head in disappointment.
Heat flushes your face, and panic floods your body.
"Daddy! I'm sorry I-" Chris yanks the pillow from underneath you.
The contract with your sensitive clit makes you whimper. Chris glares down at you. He examines the pillow. Your arousal coats the pillowcase. He takes a deep breath, anger boiling on low.
"Made a mess all over Daddy's pillow- you filthy little whore." Tossing the pillow on the other side of the bed, your head hangs in shame.
"Aw, is my princess upset she came without permission or upset she got caught?" He tilts your chin up, tears from in the corner of your eyes.
"I'm sorry I came without permission- and on Daddy's pillow- my pussy was so tingly, and I just really needed to cum-" The tears fall down the sides of your face, praying that he would let you off easy.
"You just really needed to cum, huh? Had a wet dream? Needed a release?" Chris coos, wiping away the tears.
Nodding softly, he pouts his lips, mocking you.
"Just a little bitch in heat?" His thumb rubs over your bottom lip, slipping inside it inside your mouth.
Sucking gently, you nod- lips close around his thumb. Your eyes lock with his.
"Good little whore, always needing something stuffed in that pretty little mouth."
Removing his thumb, he says,
"Lay down." Nervous for what the punishment will be for breaking the golden rule, you lay down- not daring to break another rule.
Disappearing inside your shared closet, you knew exactly what he was getting—the ache returns, but this time stronger. The red crushed velvet box appears- and only appears for ultimate punishments. Chris opens the box, pulling out the wand.
Plugging into the extension cord on the floor by your side of the bed, he turns it on—the low buzzing making your heart skip a beat.
"You're not allowed to make a sound." The seriousness in his tone made your hips squirm.
He knew how hard it was for you to stay quiet with the wand- he knew and he was gonna enjoy watching you struggle.
"Spread those legs for me; let me get a good look at that drippy cunt." A sting of arousal pulls from your inner thighs.
"Pathetic," Chris spits, two fingers spread open your folds.
The sudden contact with your clit makes you whine, forgetting about the rule. The sharp sting makes you cry out. Chris's fingers swat your clit, making you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"What the fuck did I say?"
He grabs the wand- turning it up a few notches- while your spread open with his thumb and pointer finger. Placing the wand directly on your swollen clit, your body twitching and squirming. Unable to control the whines, Chris pulls the vibrator away.
Another swat to your pulsating cunt- your legs tremble.
"Dumb whore can't seem to follow simple instructions." Reaching down, Chris grabs your damp panties.
Balling them up, he stuffs your mouth with the panties- muffling your sounds.
"Now, let's try this again," Spreading you open again, your eyes roll back, and your back arches with the vibrations on your clit.
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