#steve rogers x reader imagines
Sneaking into the Enemy's Heart - Part 3
A/N - I felt like being a horny bitch... I might’ve gone a little overboard. Sue me. Also, this chapter broke me, so sorry guys.
|| WARNINGS || Language, Explicit themes, Sexual themes, Unprotected sex, Oral (both M and F receiving), fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, insane sensitivity, Hair-pulling Kink, praise kink, sub and dom complex (reader switches often), spitting kink, choking kink, Rough sex, BDSM (very light), Angst!!
|| PAIRINGS || Avenger!Steve x Avenger!Reader
You pushed Steve against the closet, the stacks of papers falling down and his back hitting the cabinet with a thud. "Fuck, what's gotten into you?" He asked, breathless.
Indeed, what had gotten into you? You pinned his arms on either side of his body as you leaned in close and kissed him. Your tongue rolled over his as you explored his entire mouth.
Your teeth clashed with his and you decided to let your teeth wander elsewhere. So, you sunk them into his bottom lip and pulled it out, sucking on it.
You didn't think his cock could get any harder, but the moment it started to poke your thigh uncomfortably, you knew he was turned on. By your roughness.
You pulled away from him to admire his tousled locks and kiss-swelled, ruby lips. You licked your own looking into his eyes, he seemed so helpless, like a little boy afraid of the unknown. You were the unknown.
Your hands still painfully dug into his wrists, creating little crescent shaped cuts behind, drops of scarlet slithering down from them.
Your eyes were completely focused on him and it unnerved him to see you ravel him apart with just your gaze. You could tell he was rattled and you smiled... you liked that.
"Who do you belong to?" You growled. Your thigh slotted between his legs as you guided him to relieve some of his sexual tension by rubbing on your quad.
He bucked his hips up slightly when you tensed the muscle as he still hadn't responded. A needy whine left his lips as you leaned in, biting his neck and letting the taste of his blood overpower your senses.
The smell was so sweet, the taste was heavenly and the liquidy yet thickness of it made you melt as you licked your lips.
"I asked a question, boy. I expect an answer." He gulped. He wasn't sure what had gotten into you. Sure, the sex had always been rough but not this rough.
You pressed your body against his, making the cabinet really stick into Steve's back painfully. Your sneer scared his to no ends and the look in your eyes could only be described as one thing, power-hungry.
"You. I belong to you." You leaned back, allowing him to shift his body so that he was resting comfortably against the cabinet.
"Was that so hard?" You purred as you licked the drop of blood that had managed to escape from Steve's bite wound on his neck. He licked his lips.
Sure your demeanor terrified Steve to no ends, but it also turned him on. How protective and dominant you were of him and he knew it was wrong, but the pain you caused to his body turned him on.
You leaned into Steve and closed your eyes as you listened to his rapid heartbeat. "Is Captain America scared of a little girl like me?"
Steve didn't answer but his blue eyes clouded over at the implied mocking. You stared into them for what seemed forever, noticing the green flecks floating around in them.
Finally, you pushed him down. And this time, you had enough strength to overpower him. You pushed Steve onto his knees as he fell to the floor with an "oof".
He stared up at you and you unbuckled your pants letting them fall to the floor. You raised an eyebrow at him and he understood immediately.
He took off your panties and then you grabbed his wrists, pinning his hands up, way above his head. You stared down at him and he saw something flicker in your eyes that he hadn't seen before, insecurity.
What did you have to be insecure. As you pushed Steve's head towards your dripping cunt, Natasha's words ran in your mind on repeat.
"Hey, Y/N/N!" You hummed in response to the redhead, engrossed in your Instagram feed and sipping on black coffee.
"Ugh, I don't know how you can drink that." You faced your friend to give her a wide smile, "It's because the coffee resembles my black heart."
Natasha snorted, "Right, gotchya. A "No feelings" kinda girl." You shrugged. "Lately-" but before you could say much else, Sam and Bucky came rushing into the room.
It seemed like those two were always together and in a constant competition of gaining Natasha's attention and having her all to himself.
You rolled your eyes at their antics, if they really liked her that much, why didn't they just tell her? Why didn't you just tell him?
"Get ready to congratulate us." "You two are idiots, so I'm assuming scolding is more appropriate." Bucky rolled his eyes at you.
"Listen, Peach, you needa get laid, come to me. I'll gladly help you with all that frustration." You snorted, "Yeah. Ok."
"Yeah, she's more into me, anyways, dumbass." You bit your lip, trying not to smile at those two. It was impossible! They were just so cute, yes an ex assassin and an army men were cute...
"So why should we congratulate you?" Natasha asked. Her tone held a tinge of jealousy and you smiled to yourself. Dumbasses.
"We're about to get Steve laid." Immediately thr coffee sputtered out of your mouth onto the marbled island you all were sitting at.
"Jesus, Y/N/N." You apologized profusely to Bucky who ended up dripping in your coffee. Getting a few papertowels, you began to clean him off. "Hmm, this isn't so bad."
You rolled your eyes at him, "Shut it, Barnes." He nodded, "This is the most sex I've had in weeks now." You chuckled, "Dry spell?" "Dryer than that."
You wiped him off and gave him a kiss on the cheek for assurance and then you dumped the papertowels into the trashcan.
"So, how're we getting Steve laid?" Natasha asked with a glare directed towards you. You shook your head, chuckling lowly.
"Tinder. We set up an account and he has matches already. Apparently chicks dig big, blonde guys." "Maybe we should get Thor on there too." Natasha joked, but your mind was preoccupied.
Steve, with someone else? Your Steve... he wasn't yours yet... could he be? You still hated his guts despite the mind-blowing sex, right?
You couldn't possibly be in love with him... he was... well he was, Steve. Steven Rogers. Golden Boy. He needed a woman that matched up to his reputation, not an ex con like you...
"Look at her." "Oh, she's pretty. Just his type too." You peered over Natasha's shoulder to see a beautiful woman.
With sun-kissed skin that shone, ruby lips, bright blue eyes and luscious blonde locks, she looked ethereal. Someone that was perfect for Steve.
You quietly slunk away from the group to your room. Thinking over what a mess Steve Rogers had made you and your heart.
Now, with his face buried in your cunt as he drew out an orgasm from you, tears pricked at your eyes. Was sex all that this was? Just fucking? Was this what you wanted?
With a breathy moan, you released all over his face and he wiped you clean of your juices, standing up and towering over you.
"My turn." You smiled, although it didn't reach your eyes.
You dropped onto your knees, taking off his pants hastily. Like you had to prove something.
Immediately your mouth took his as deep as it could inside of you and Steve fell back, unprepared for it with a moan that rumbled deep from his chest.
The area that couldn't be covered with your mouth was covered by your hands. You spun them around easily, his cock covered with your saliva.
The sounds you elicited from him made you feel like maybe he needed you as much as you needed him. Maybe he wanted something more than just a 'fucking around' relationship.
The more moans that came from him, the more you tried. Your tongue covered every inch of his cock, your mouth sliding on him. Your saliva dripped down, your tears streaked your cheeks, but you didn't care.
You sucked him off until you felt all his muscles tense up more than before as he shot loads of his cum into your throat, which you happily swallowed.
He relaxed and you got up, pressing your lips to his neck as you jerked him off in your hand to get him hard again.
He brought his shaky hands up to hold your face in his hands as he pulled you off his neck to look into his eyes.
"What are you doing to me?" He spoke softly. And this might’ve been the first time he had spoken this softly and with such sincerity to you.
"What do you mean?" You asked, gulping. "I mean... what are you doing to me? You're making me go insane."
You chuckled as you shook your head, inside your heart was screaming. You didn't deserve him, he deserved someone way better than you.
"Don't be melodramatic, just fuck me." Steve sighed. He pushed you down onto the table that held various office supplies, your upper half lying on the table. He stared at your quivering pussy.
He aligned his half-hard cock with your entrance and pushed in. Immediately your walls clenched around him and he fell ontop of you.
You always felt such security when Steve would enter you, you'd feel filled and safe. "Fuck." You cried out as you gripped his forearm.
Steve didn't give you much time to adjust as he rammed into you. Your teeth clattered with each thrust, your body shaking.
You threw your head back into Steve's chest, your breathing quickening. Your chest heaving and your eyes closed to focus on just Steve's cock.
His hand reached around to rest on your lower abdomen as he thrusted mercilessly into you. "Look at that bulge." You looked down to see the bulge that was there in your tummy due to Steve's cock.
"Now that... is hot."
Steve continued to thrust into you and you reached down to rub fast and messy circles on your clit. You were close and then in a matter of second, you squirted. But Steve wasn't done with you.
He pulled out and turned you around so that you sat on the desk while he positioned himself between your legs and resumed fucking you. His hand closed around your throat tightly.
You cried out in sensitivity, tears escaping your eyelids and he shushed you, licking off your tears.
Making you a whimpering, blubbering mess only turned Steve on more. "I want you to cry my name out."
He pounded into you, stroking your sweet spot each time. "Steve." You cried out. "Keep going until I say stop."
Although your throat was raw from the oral sex, you cried out his name on repeat until that was the only word you could remember in your mind.
Steve brought you in close as he kissed you roughly and drilled into you harder. The table shook with his hard thrusts, it creaked under the pressure.
You felt Steve's cock twitch in you. As he came inside of you, and you came on him, he leaned in close.
He whispered into your ear, "I love you." He stilled inside of you after cumming, the both of you just still at his words.
You pushed him away, you couldn't do this to him. You were bad for him, you couldn't ruin his life like this.
"Did I... did I do something wrong?" His voice held such ache that it broke your heart. You wore your pants and turned around to stare at him.
"I don't love you and I never will." He blinked, "But-" "Not done." You spoke. You knew you had to break him completely for him to leave you forever, for his own good.
"Truth is, I'm in love with Bucky and I think of him while I fuck you." The crestfallen expression on his face was too much to bear.
"You're lying. Why are you trying to hurt me? To push me away?" Dammit, he knew you too well.
"I'm not lying. I'm telling you the truth. I wanna fuck Bucky, ok? I'm in love with Bucky. I will never fall in love with you because under that Captain America persona, it's still just that ugly, skinny kid from Brooklyn."
Steve stilled at those words. Tears fell down from his eyes like waterfalls. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.
"Leave." He asked you and you knew better than to stay. So that's what you did, you left.
Left so that Steve could have a better life, a more fulfilling life with someone he deserved and who deserved him back.
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Real name: Isabella Stark
Citizenship: Sokovian, 🇺🇸 American
Date of birth: February 10,1976
Title: Co-CEO of Stark Industries, Avenger, Agent, United Ststes Navial Captain
Affiliations: MIT, United States Navy Seals, Stark Industries, S.H.I.E.L.D.
Isabella “Izzy” Stark is a billionaire industrialist, a founding member of the Avengers, and a Co-CEO of Stark Industries. A headstrong but brilliant inventor along with her adopted brother Tony Stark. Stark is sokovian born but before the sokovian bombings on March 30, 1999, Isabella’s birth parents had their youngest daughter put up for adoption because her father feared American involvement in Sokovian matters. So he had his rather enhanced daughter to be adopted by a rather wealthy man who also has experience in human enhancements in America, Howard Stark. America would give his daughter full range to be whoever she wanted to be and with Stark money the way to achieve it. Isabella Stark was adopted right before her fourth birthday in January of 1980 almost 19 years before the Sokovian bombings and 11 years before her adopted parents died. Isabella (15) and Tony (21) when their parents died, Tony finished his schooling and began to take over their fathers company all the while taking care of Isabella until she turned 18 when she joined the United States Navy.
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Literally 3rd times the charm >:( this isn’t a real fic so there’s no layout, it’s just a Drabble cause of the song that inspired it hehe
Sorry if your name is Amanda btw
Mentions of cheating. Angst.
The song that’s been on repeat
Maybe you were stupid for continuing to trust Steve. Promise after promise of “oh I’ll change” and it never happened. You stood outside of the restaurant, hands crossed in front of your body as you waited impatiently. Your gut was screaming at you that he wasn’t coming. That he was with her. Some chick named Amanda, supposedly the new assistant in the tower.
And maybe that’s why Steve stopped bringing you around. You huffed sadly and walked towards where the driver parked the car. Nerves were eating you from the inside as you climbed in and told the driver to go home. It felt like it took hours to get home. And maybe you were lucky that it took so long to get there. You continued to repeat “he’s running late, he’s still getting ready”
Over and over like a mantra. Steve never took 4 hours to get ready. You sniffed lightly and climbed out. Your hand wrapped around the door knob and you flinched at the coldness of the metal that filled your nimble hand. You could hear music. A song he always played for you. Pushing open the door, you stepped in and felt ice run through your body. Shoes that weren’t yours. A jacket that laid atop of Steve’s signature black bomber. You found the source of the noise in the living room.
“Steve” Amanda giggled at the kisses you could see being pressed to her skin. “Steve” you heard her say more firmly. Steve pulled away with that stupid dopey grin and looked over at you. “Angel” he stood up quickly as you began to walk away. “Y/n” he started and you shook his hand off your arm.
“Don’t fucking touch me” you spat and watched as he backed up. Your chest was filled with dread, eyes watering as you watched the man you once loved. “4 hours” you laughed bitterly and shook your head, sniffing wetly and wiping your cheeks. “I stood there for 4 hours and waited. Like an idiot” you turned around to storm up the steps towards your bedroom.
“Oh don’t worry, love. I’ll be out soon” you smiled sadly at him and began to pack. Steve was dumbfounded. He knew he was wrong. Yet he continued to do it. He was still so reckless with your heart.
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Chris and the reader and some friends are playing truth or dare. (Both like each other but are not together).
The reader gets dare and she has to give Chris a lapdance 😭😭😭😭😭😭
oooooh shit nonnie, it's getting spiiicccyyy in here
pairing: chris evans x reader
rating/warnings: fluff, lap dance, admitiing feelings
(holy shit, look at this man-)
You sat around with some of your MCU castmates, while they all acted like 12 year old girls. You and Chris laughed at their antics. Chris, oh sweet Chris. You were so in love with him, not just with his looks but, he was the most kind hearted, compassionate, loving, human being you'd ever met.
RDJ clapped to get everyones attention. "Okay I propose we play truth or dare." Everyone cheered. You looked to Chris and whispered, "I feel like I'm in highschool again." He giggled. God, making that man laugh was the highlight of your day.
RDJ got the game started. He asked Scarlett, and she chose dare. So, she had to wear a bucket on her head for the rest of the game. Next was Anthony, who asked Chris, and he chose truth. "Is it true that you are seeing someone and haven't told us?" Everyone held their breath as he looked around. "No it's not true" Hoot and hollers all around. Then, Paul asked Elizabeth and she chose dare. "I dare you to-oh! text your ex saying 'i miss you' " Everyone cheered again. "Your cruel Paul so cruel." RDJ pointed out.
Now, Elizabeth asked you, and you chose dare. Big mistake. She knew the crush you harbored for the man sitting next you. She was going to use it. "Okay Y/N I dare you tooooo," She tapped her chin with her finger as if she was thinking. That's when you grew nervous. ", hmmmm I dare you to give Chris a lap dance." Oh fuck.
"Well I don't think that's-"
"Ah a dares a dare l/n" RDJ sassed
"Yeah Y/N if you don't do it, your a chicken." Anthony egged on. You figured everyone had caught on to what Elizabeth was trying to do.
You took a deep breath in, "I'm game if you are." Chris's eyes almost bulged out of his head. "I have one condition," You faced the group.,", I want it to be in the other room" You demanded.
They all looked at one another before they gave a collective nod. You stood up and held your hand out to the man in question. He looked to you, grabbed your hand, and let you lead him to the next room. You opened the door to a random guest room, and closed the door.
"Listen we totally don't have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable. It's a stupid dare we 100% don't have to do it" You wrung your hand nervously. He gave a sligh smile. "No Y/N I'm not uncomfortable. In fact I'm overjoyed that I get a lap dance from the girl of my dreams." That made you pause. "I'm sorry what?"
"Y/N I've been in love with you since I met you." You sih=ghed.
"Oh thank god, I was really hoping I wasn't the only one. That would be embarrassing." You both laughed. He walked towards you, getting into your space. He cupped your face and planted a kiss on your lips.
It made your mine blank. Your hands grasped the hair at the back of his neck, and pulled. The moan he let out was sinful. You had to pull away, due to the lack of oxygen. You both were panting. "So how about that lap dance?"
*time skip because I know nothing about lap dances*
You both came out, flushed. Chris was sporting the biggest boner and you, you were pratically dripping down your legs. Between the grinding, praise,, and dirty words, you both were a mess.
"So how was it?" Was the first thing RDJ said when he saw you both. 'Uuuuuh, great?" Chris answered in the form of a question. "yeah, great" You said with a smile. Everyone eyed your state, and Chris's noticing the sexual tension.
"On that note, I have to go and Chris offered to take me home so" Chris grabbed his and your coat and ushered you out the door.
a/n: so uuuuh, i was gonna put smut but it's very late and i'm a tiny hooman who is very tired
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Hehe since I just saw your latest Stucky post, I've had this idea brewing in my head. So imagine the boys having to deal with a drink avenger!reader. Like this woman is a boss bitch, takes no nonsense, can kick some serious ass but drunk she is a flirt, and softie who just wanna cuddles and kiss her beautiful Beaus. Does she spill some spicy secrets at the party to the rest of the team who knows 🤷 maybe Sam tricks her into playing never have I ever adult version 😂
Idk where this so going, but I would love to read your take on it 😂♥️♥️
awwww nonnie this is-this is gonna be great
pairing: stucky x reader
rating/warnings: fluff, drunk!reader, swear words?
Listen, you didn't mean to get this drunk. Natasha just kept feeding you drinks as the night went on. When you drank you tended to get a little, touchy? You wanted to be cuddled and loved, and praised. During the day, you were a fucking warrior. You were a badass in the feild, fighting peole left and right, always got the job done. You were the teams best technical anylist (besides jarvis of course), in simple terms you were a boss bitch.
"Pssst Natasha!" You whisper yelled to the woman at the bar. "You see those fiiiiiiine men over there?" You point 10 feet away to your super soldier boyfriends chatting with Sam and Tony. "Yeeaaaah I get to go home with them and there gonna sex me so goooood mmhm" You flopped your head onto the bar. Natasha waved Sam, Wanda and Vision over to witness this.
"Oh yeah, what else?" Nat egged on. "Oooooh their such great cuddlers. Having two boyfriends is great because when we cuddle, it's like a big super soldier sandwhich and it's just uuuuuuuuh" At this point Bucky, Steve and Tony walked over to see the comotion.
'Hey! There they are! Hi guys!" You flopped yourself into their arms and hummed. "Hi darlin' " Bucky said with a drawl. "God you guys are warm, kiss please" You looked up at them and puckered your lips. Everyone was trying to hold in their laughs, including Bucky and Steve.
Steve leaned in first and gave you a quick peck, which you pouted at. Then Bucky leaned in and gave you a longer, more forcefull kiss. "Alirght alirght, there's people." Steve asserted as he nudged you both. You pulled away with a angry look, "First you don't even cuddle me properly," looking at how Steve had an arm around your waist, and an arm around Bucky. Bucky had one arm around your shoulders, the other around Steve's waist. ", then you take away my kisses rights! not fair." You yelled as you stomped your foot.
"Yeah boys give her some love" Sam joked. "Shut it Sam" Steve wasn't big on pda. It's not that he didn't want to love on you, he just prefered to keep it private. Bucky started to rub and scratch at your head, making you hum and push your head onto one of their shoulders. Steve's big, warm hand started to rub up and down your back, making you pull away, and grab his hand.
You held it up to your face, examining it. "Watcha doing Y/N?" Wanda questioned with laughter. "Look how big it is! It's like the size my face. UUUh guys! You know what this hand does?" You waited for a response. When no one gave one, you continued. "This hand, wraps around my neck sometimes and then he puts his big fingers-" Bucky put a hand over your mouth. "Alright sweetheart that's enough."
Everyone was stunned. Shocked even. Golden boy, Steve Rogers, kinky? "No Y/N go on, what about Bucky?" Tony asked. Bucky took his hand away, also curious about what you were going to say.
"OOOOOh Ton's you have no idea. His lips, my gooooood he does this thing in my pus-" This time it was Steve that cut you off. "Y/N, love, that's enough." He looked at you with THE look. And with that tone? Oh fuck.
"Uh oh, he's using his daddy tone, I think I'm in trouble." You whispered the last part as if they couldn't hear you. Steve was beat red, and Bucky was laughing his ass off like the rest of them. He looked to Steve, so serious, that means he had to be too.
"Y/N, stop, that's enough" He tilted his head, to let you know he meant buisness. "oooooh he also likes to be called daddy, which is greaaaaat because I like calling them daddy because their amazing and they take care of me and give me amaaaaaaazing orgasms" People couldn't breathe from how hard they were laughing. And that made you laugh.
Steve grabbed your cheeks by one hand and moved your head towards him. "Baby" He said in a low tone. Bucky turned you to look at him as well, "Enough"
You hung your head, "sorry" you once again flopped into their chests, as they continued their minstrastions from ealier. "cuddles now?" You asked in a sweet, innocent tone, complete 180 from ealier. Everyone gawked, h-how did they just-
"Of course darling." Bucky answered. "kissy's too?"
Steve smiled down out you, seeing your innocent doe eyes he loves so much. "Mmm course bubs, lets go to bed hmm?" You hummed. Bucky picked you up but your thighs, you wrapped your legs around his waist. You reached an arm out to Steve, wanting his hand to hold. "Alright little love, I'm coming," He turned to the group. ", night everyone"
"night night!" You yelled out before falling asleep on Buckys shoulder.
Everyone just stood there. Not knowing what the hell just happened.
Vision spoke up, "I did not find any of that amusing"
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everything and beyond (6/?)
steve rogers x reader (fluff)
summary: you pine after steve, and he pines after you. part 6: happy birthday sam!
word count: 1.4k
warnings: swearing, alcohol
(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5)
"And you didn’t just ravage her in the kitchen, right then and there?"
“Jesus—” Steve blinks at Tasha several times in disbelief. “Why are we friends, again?”
She tapes her side of Sam’s birthday banner to the wall. “I don’t know, considering how big of an idiot you are.” She chucks the roll of tape into Steve’s hands. “She said please.”
Yes, you did. Whispered it, softer than a breath. After he had asked to try the frosting you made for Sam’s cake, and you let him, and his mind was foolishly conceding all control, his body crowding you into the corner, you had said please.
Steve hangs his side of the banner. “She didn’t specify what that meant.”
Tasha steps off her stool, walking backwards to make sure the HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM! is straight. “Since when are you shy about getting what you want?” she wonders. “Didn’t you try to enlist into the army so hard they turned you into the first super soldier?”
“This is different. It has to go both ways.” Steve pauses sadly. “The wanting.”
He has to stamp down his wanting, and fast, but waves of it crash over him at several moments throughout the night.
The utter joy in your expression when Wanda produces these fake little fireworks as you all yell Surprise, Sam! Then, the orange light of the candles making your face glow and eyes shine as you present him with his birthday cake. Your melodic, slightly off-key voice cutting straight through to his ears when the singing starts, and how every move you make is flourished by the light skirt of your dress always trailing a second behind you.
Your sweet, nervous giggles now, even as you hand Torres a piece of the cake you made together.
Thanks to the serum, he can hear every word of your conversation over the dozens of partygoers, grating in his ears.
“You really made this?”
Your eyes flick to Steve, who stands just a few spaces back in line from Torres. “I had some help.”
He lifts a forkful to his mouth and hums slowly. When you bashfully tug at a strand of your hair, stuttering out a thank you, Steve has to turn away and drain the last of his beer.
He jumps when he finds Maria standing directly behind him, eyes narrowed. “Good thing the serum didn’t give you laser vision or that poor guy would have a hole in the back of his head.”
Steve swallows. “What?”
“Did you know there are Enhanced people with laser vision?” she asks, genuinely curious.
Then, his mind catches up with her accusation. “I’m not—” Jealous. He flinches at the thought.
“Oh, please.” Maria uses her half-full beer bottle to tap the empty one hanging loosely in Steve’s hand, some vague cheers of sympathy. “Is it true you can’t get drunk?”
His fist around the bottle tightens. “Believe me, I’ve been trying.”
She chuckles at that, sauntering forward so she can get a piece of cake before him.
Maria makes a comment about how beautiful the cake looks before happily joining the rest of their friends. Steve steps toward you, heart hammering. He’s not jealous, or at least he shouldn’t be.
“Hi, Steve,” you chirp, cutting him a square and plopping it onto a thin paper plate.
“Nice job on the cake,” he tries, gesturing with his bottle toward the neat, colorful frosting.
You tilt your head a little, holding the dessert out for him from across the narrow table. “You haven’t even tasted it yet.”
There’s that smile. He tries not to stare at your lips and think about how you had once asked him Please.
He shrugs. “Everyone seems to like it.”
“Couldn’t have done it with you. Here, try it.”
Steve moves to grab it from you. Also opens his mouth to apologize for earlier in the day, for not helping you put the finishing touches on the cake, for making things awkward.
For being too much of a fucking coward to kiss you when you had—maybe—asked him to.
But the flimsy plate falls from your pinched fingers, and the cool, sticky cake lands on his abdomen. “Oh my god.”
He blinks at his ruined blue shirt. “It’s fine.”
Dread colors your words: “Billy’s here.”
His eyes dart to yours, taking in your far-away look directed over his shoulder. “What?” He attempts to turn, but you rush to his side of the table, punching several paper napkins into his stomach.
“He’s here.” Your eyes stay somewhere behind Steve, until you shift your weight to the right to hide behind his body, muttering to yourself. Then, your gaze lifts to his, eyes shimmering.
“The fuck is Russo doing here?”
“I don’t know,” you say in a panic. With the napkins, you scoop most of the frosting off his shirt, whipping the sugary mess into a nearby trash can. “I don’t know. And I’m sorry for this.”
Why do you apologize for everything? “It’s just a shirt—”
Then, he feels your nails scratch through the fabric of his soiled button-up, dull against his chest, and you’re kissing him.
The soft push of your lips contrasts sharply from the way you scrape at him, unbuttoning his shirt from the top down. Your mouth tastes like wine and your breath ghosting over his face reminds him of the smell in his kitchen whenever his ma baked something special. His head feels empty and light, as he sways toward your grip.
Once he’s fully unbuttoned, your arms circle his waist to rip his soiled shirt from where it’s tucked into his pants, revealing his white tank top.
Vaguely, he registers the distant hooting of his teammates.
“Smile for me,” you plead, right into his half-open, stunned-silent mouth. Your feverish hands push up his chest to shove the sleeves off his shoulders. “Make it convincing.”
A dull whirring sounds in his brain as he processes what you’re asking.
For you, anything.
Like he’s practiced in the heat of a fight, he calms immediately, pressing an effortless smile back into your lips. His hands drift to your hips, slipping on the delicate fabric of your dress.
You step back from him, forcing him into awareness of just how much of your curvy body had been flush against his. He couldn’t say whether you stepped that close into him, or if he pulled you.
Carefully, you tuck his shirt into itself, wrapping up the sticky buttercream.
Steve has no idea how far away Billy is, but he fights to clear his throat and put some confidence back in his voice. “If you wanted me to take my shirt off, you could’ve just asked, sweetheart.”
You scoff, shoving his arm. “It was an accident, Stevie.”
He smirks, catching you and pressing his lips into the corner of your forehead. “Uh-huh.”
A giggle bubbles in your throat but dies when the sound of Billy Russo’s dress shoes come to a halt right behind Steve. He turns around and feels a moment of triumph when you don’t hide behind his shoulders but instead decide to face Russo, together. Your arms sneak around Steve’s waist. “Billy. What are you doing here?”
His eyebrows raise doubtfully as he studies the picture before him, you with your high-pitched voice, clinging to a super soldier who blushes wildly at your unfamiliar touch. “Hey, honey.”
The pet name is casual, almost affectionate.
And possessive, like you’d never stopped being his.
Your cheery expression falls as you squeeze tightly around Steve’s roiling stomach. If you weren’t holding him, keeping him by your side, he would have knocked Russo’s jaw out of place.
“Don’t call her—” Steve starts.
“No one invited you, Russo!” Helen jeers from afar, over the background music and party chatter that now booms too loud in Steve’s ears, especially as your ex offers you this pathetic, pleading look. “Booooo.”
Russo ignores that, keeping his brown eyes locked on you. “Can we talk?” he asks, with a thin layer of something genuine underneath the words.
Steve lets his hand rub circles into your back. You exhale unsteadily then nod, a timid movement that he feels against his chest moments before you let him go.
Even after you toss an uncertain look over to Cho and the others, Billy spins on his heels and strides out the front door of the Compound, his confidence unshaken.
Before you follow him, you hesitate. Lifting up on your toes, you kiss Steve’s cheek, quick and courteous. “Thanks for trying.”
“Sweetheart, you don’t—” Steve grabs your hand before you walk away.
“I can make him leave. Punch his face in, or something.”
You smile wearily. “I know you can, super soldier.”
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Steve Rogers x GN!Reader
“What’ve you planned for tonight?” Nat asks from beside you, as she leans over the couch. That’s her polite way of asking what movie you’ve picked out.
“Clueless.” You reply, gesturing to the TV where the movie is about to play. She tilts her head at you, recognising one of your comfort movies.
“Bad week?” You shrug.
“Not particularly, just need something easy to watch you know?” She nods,
“You know, Steve’s not busy tonight.”
“You could invite him to join you. He turned down drinks with me and Clint.”
“I can’t think why.”
“Ouch!” You hear Clint exclaim, clutching his chest in mock pain.
“Steve’s down in the gym, if you change your mind.” You nod, beginning to think it over.
“Thanks Nat. You two have fun. And try not to break too many laws, okay?” They laugh and say their goodbyes. Once they’re gone your finger hovers over the play button. Steve wouldn’t want to join you would he? You sigh. Well, there’s only one way to find out. If you ask him very casually it won’t be too disappointing if he turns you down. You decide to head to the gym. Most of the lights are off already, and there’s not a person in sight. That is except for one. Steve. He’s thumping away at a punching bag. You make your way over to him, leaning against the wall once you reach his eye line. You give him a small wave, which he notices. He stops his assault on the bag, wiping some sweat from his brow and offers you a gentle,
“Yeah I’m good. You?” He nods,
“Yeah, just trying to unwind.”
“Well I hate to tell you this, but working out is not unwinding.” He chuckles,
“I find it relaxing.”
“Relaxing?” You shake your head. He glances behind you.
“Where’s Nat and Clint?”
“They’ve gone out for drinks, they’ll probably be back around five in the morning with a police escort in tow.” You both laugh.
“That not your scene?” He asks. You shrug, wrinkling your nose,
“Never has been really. You?”
“Well, alcohol doesn’t really work on me, so...”
“You’d just be watching Clint and Nat look like idiots.”
“Yeah, and as fun as that sounds...”
“Not your idea of a fun time?” You finish, and he nods. “That’s why I’m here, actually. You see, I was wondering. Well, I was just going to watch a movie, and I guess I was wondering if you’d want to join me?” Steve gives you a soft smile.
“I’d love to.”
“Really?” He nods, and you beam at him. You both head up to the apartment together.
And that is the beginning of Steve and [Y/N]’s weekly movie night.
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Non-drunk; Chris Evans.
the reader is keeping a secret away from Chris, so after dinner with her friends, things just come out.
Gif is not mine. Credits to unearthlydust.
Pairings: Chris Evans x pregnant!reader.
Warnings: None, this is pure love and fluff stuff. If you feel uncomfortable with pregnancy just don't read.
A/N: I'm not a native English speaker and I'm also new on Tumblr so pls don't be rude. I hope you enjoy this!
MY WORKS BELONGS TO ME. DON'T TRANSLATE, DON'T COPY AND DON'T PUBLISH THIS ON WATTPAD OR ANY SITE.
Chris was completely sure that you'll be coming back home in a clumsily drunk state. No matter how many times you denied his declaration, he ignored you like a kid. You used to go out with your friends every Tuesday night, you'd probably have dinner in some fancy restaurant and sometimes it was hard for your group to skip the champagne and the wine. You promised him that tonight it was going to be different, little did he know it was because you have a secret you are still keeping for yourself. Not for long, you imagine.
"No alcohol for me." You repeated, again. He smiled.
"I don't believe you, ya know?"
"You look so beautiful." Chris was behind you in your bedroom. "You promise me you'll be going safe tonight?"
"You should, I'm your fiance." The man was all smiles and nodded to you in front of the mirror.
He hugged you and his hands went to your belly in almost a second, you died in that moment. How can he know about your secret? You just realized you were pregnant yesterday and nobody knows it, you tried to keep the secret away from your family and friends. That was the reason you didn't want to drink alcohol, you have a beautiful life in your own body. Something made by love. The hands of the man you loved in your belly could be a coincidence? Chris didn't say anything, he was looking at you in the mirror with a dreaming look.
"Are you okay?" You asked your lover, interrogating him with your eyes.
"I love you, babe."
"I love you too."
Chris left you in the restaurant with a kiss and a hardly goodbye. You easily started a conversation with your girlfriends and you ate more than ever. Your appetite was quite different tonight and when your best friend met your eyes, you could know that she must know something. Lisa was already drunk, she flirted with the waiter three times and everytime he walked next to her, she made a comment about his ass. You thought she was too loose in her own mind to care about you or the way you didn't touch the champagne and preferred to drink water. So, when you walked to the bath in the middle of the dinner, she followed you like a shadow.
"Why didn't you drink the champagne? Something is happenin'? You never leave the glass full " She asked you, coming next to you. "Oh, no. You're pregnant, It's the only reason I can think right know."
"Is that a bad thing?" You asked, your friend was the first person you told about your uncoming baby.
"No, that's great! I don't like kids for sure, I think they're ugly but it's good for you. You like kids."
You couldn't not smile at her in that moment, she was drunk and she was really honest with all her confessions. Lisa will probably forget all you said tonight. It was good too, you felt so overwhelmed and worried about your baby and your future, so you were kind of more relaxed with your friend not acting like a mother.
"I think I'll call Chris, I feel like I couldn't wait any longer. He is the father, I mean, he must know this."
"Chris is the father?" You raised an eyebrow. It was obvious that Chris was the father. You were together for two years now and he was the first real boyfriend you had. He met your family and you met his. His dog was pretty close to you from the first moment. You loved him and the relationship you both had made. Being his wife was the next step in your relationship and it was coming in only two weeks.
You called Chris in the bathroom, Lisa was still there and you made a short call, or at least, that's what you expected. You just wanted him to take you home and eventually, you'll be going to tell him the truth. You were ending the call when Lisa screamed too loud. "AN APPLAUSE FOR THE DAD! DADDY CHRIS!"
"Chris…" you whispered, hearing your own heartbeat.
"I'm coming, just wait there."
He didn't sound angry or happy, or with any emotion at all. Your nails were suffering from your own nerves and when you saw his car on the street, you knew that the secret must have to be revealed. Chris opened the door for you and he didn't say anything. You took a seat and waited for a couple of minutes, your department wasn't really away from the restaurant and you both came to the house faster. The front door was being closed when he finally spoke.
"Is that true?" you saw his puppy eyes. "Me being a dad?"
You nodded your head slowly. "You are going to be a father."
He made something that you weren't expecting, his arms lifted you from the ground and kissed you as he knew how. Like the time he proposed to you, Chris made an eternal promise. You move your own hands to bring him even closer.
"It's kinda sad that I have to discover the truth by your drunk friend." he said, leaving kisses in your lips. "But I've never been so happy like now. I think we should move the date of our wedding, I can't wait to marry you and make you my wife."
Your laugh broke the serious moment in Chris' face. "No way! You have to wait only for two weeks."
"That's a lot, love"
"Well, we have to wait for nine months for our baby. Two weeks are nothing compared to that."
"Our baby, how magical that sounds?" Chris left a kiss in your nose. "Okay, fine. I think we should do other things while we wait."
And after all, that's how everything started. Your baby hadn’t magically appeared there.
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I wonder if masks have made it easier for Bucky to tease/edge the reader in public. She doesn’t have to worry as much about keeping her face looking calm while he’s got a vibe on her or is stroking her clit or etc
Pairing: TFAWS Bucky x Reader
Drabble. Dont copy these, repost or rewrite them. Minors DNI. Public Sex, Bucky being a tease. two surprise guests. Toys, dom/sub vibes
Bucky loves online shopping because you can buy anything with a few clicks now. Including the remote-controlled vibe, he placed inside your pussy before the both of you left the house. You're wearing a custom-made version of his WS mask so only your eyes are visible.
You are on edge waiting for him to turn it. But only gives you sweet smiles and soft glances, holding your hand as you walk to the park.
Bucky sits down on a little bench tucked away in a secluded corner, surrounded by tall trees and bushes. He places your legs over his thighs and you see him take the remote out.
Bucky loves to tease so he tosses it hand to hand while your breath quickens in pure anticipation. Your eyes following the small device going between his vibranium hand to his gloved one.
You can't take another second of this, not with the base of the toy stretching your sopping walls, the curved edged sitting right on your clit.
You turn your head, your lips parting in a plea. "Buck-oh oh my god." you gasp, your head dropping back as he turns the vibe on. Small pulses of sensations rock through your pussy. You moan-loud-when he turns it up a notch.
Bucky smirks, running his tongue over his teeth. "Hey doll, you might wanna keep it down before Sam and Steve hear you."
"Huh?" you mumble, trying to focus as the vibe pulsates.
Bucky raises his hand. "Over here."
Craning your head, your eyes widen, almost bulging out when you see Sam and Steve jogging to you. "You son of -ah oh fuck," you hiss, scrambling off his lap and onto the bench beside him. You cross your ankles, hoping to hide the tremor in your legs as another wave of pleasure sparks in you.
Buck continues to smirk, placing his arm around your shoulder. You glare at him as he greets the guys. You nod, pretending to cough when they say hello to you. Chewing your lip, you're doing everything you can to not moan as the coil winds tighter and tighter in your belly.
You can't speak because you know, you just know, by the devilish gleam in Bucky's blue eyes that he's waiting for you to open your mouth.
Bucky places his hand on your leg, his body turned to his friends as they talk. He wedges the remote between your thighs, you can't believe the audacity of him. Another hot pulse of sensations surge through you and you clamp down on the whimper clawing up your throat.
You vaguely hear the guys laughing and talking, your brain focused on that little tiny device. You shift your thighs, a wave slick dripping down to the bench below you as the coil gets a little tighter.
Taking a deep breath, you grab the edge of the remote. Without missing a beat or even turning his head in your direction, Bucky snatches it from you and spins the dial.
Pure electricity shoots up your spine and your body locks up, your hand digging into Bucky's leather jacket, the other wrapped around the warm wooden bench. A grunt spilling out from your lips as the vibe pulses, thrusts, pulses, and- oh god fuck fuck. The coil snapping loose as you cum so hard you nearly scream.
"You okay?" Steve asks with concern.
You swing your glazed eyes over and nod. Bucky scrunches his nose at you. "Yeah, she's going to be just fine."
He leans to the side, his soft lips brushing over your ear. "You were really good, plum but you know what happens to naughty girls who touch things that don't belong to them."
The bench creaks and groans as they all stand up and surround you.
Bucky tilts his head, slipping your mask off. "Tell the guys what happens when you misbehave."
You shiver as Steve pulls your head back and Sam kneels before you, spreading your legs.
"I-I get punished." You quickly hide your smile when Bucky tsks.
Steve pulls down your bottom lip. "You're going to feel your punishment for days, little plum."
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Hi. Can I please request just some Steve Rogers x wife reader post endgame fluff. Just general domestic life fluff. Whatever comes to mind☺️
You settle down once the war is over. Both you and Steve have given far too much already, it's time to retire. Besides, you have no doubt that Sam will make an amazing Captain America. The only real struggle is Bucky, but he tells Steve over and over again that he's happy for him - happy for both of you.
"You already gave an entire lifetime to your country, Steve. It's time." And that's that. You and Steve buy a cabin far away from everything and everyone - content with knowing that only close friends know where you live now.
"It's so weird getting used to the silence. I never thought I'd miss the sound of Brooklyn's busy streets," Steve says as he looks out the window. He's wearing a pair of sweatpants and holding a cup of coffee and you don't think he's ever looked better.
"I know, I miss it too sometimes. But I wouldn't go back," you say. Steve knows you don't just mean going back to Brooklyn. You mean you wouldn't go back to the life you had before - a life that left you constantly wondering if you'd see each other again.
"Me neither. I'm starting to enjoy retirement." He pulls you in and kisses the top of your head before finishing his coffee and getting dressed. It is nearing 7am on a Saturday, which means he'll be anxious to get out on his boat and see if his nets caught anything. You never imagined Steve Rogers taking up fishing as a hobby, but somehow it just feels right. He returns in the afternoon to find you sitting in the rocking chair on the porch reading a book. Before you met Steve, you would've laughed at anyone who said that you'd end up enjoying what you had always considered a boring life, but after everything you'd gone through, you craved normality. You just wanted nice and boring.
"I got us dinner," he says holding up the fish. You refrain from making a face as the smell hits you. He's so proud every time he catches something, and while you'd prefer fish from a supermarket that had already been cut and prepared, you have to admit that it tastes better when it's completely fresh.
"My hero," you smile closing your book and following him inside.
"I talked to Bucky. He wanted to stop by next Wednesday," Steve calls over his shoulder. He's heading straight for the shower to wash the stench of fish off. A rule you instated when you realised that his new hobby wasn't going away any time soon.
"Pepper wanted to stop by with Morgan as well," you say hearing the water get turned on. Steve is surprised when you're suddenly standing in front of him naked, but he recovers quickly. This is what you enjoy the most - the privacy to have these moments of intimacy. You can't get enough of them.
"Surprise," you mumble before wrapping your arms around him. He's quick to follow resting his forehead on your shoulder.
"You'd think after being married for five years, I'd get used to this, but I don't think I'll ever get over how fucking good you look naked." He's looking at you with hungry eyes, but you can't help yourself when you say: "Language, Cap." You both laugh, each of you remembering who said it first.
"Despite your horrible sense of humor, I sort of like you, Y/N Y/L/N." He cups your cheek letting his thumb gently rub your cheek. You lean into his touch feeling the calmness he instills in you.
"I kinda like you too."
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Hii, just want to say I love your work and it's amazing 🤍 If you are still taking requests for Pet, could we maybe get a scenario where y/n disrespects Bucky or Steve and she gets punished but not in a sexual way 🤍
I’ll admit, I was a little sceptical about writing this at first, but then I didn’t overthink it and this is what came about 😌
A BLURB ADD-ON OF MY PET SERIES
It was one of those rare days. One of the days that Bucky got to spend at the house while Steve was out for the entire day. He got his baby doll to himself and he couldn’t be happier.
When the day started, he got Y/N up from Steve’s bed and set about making her something to eat. She sat patiently at the breakfast table until Bucky reminded her of her place. “Pets don’t get to sit at the table, Princess,” he whispered, placing her food on the floor.
Y/N poured but slipped out of her chair and onto the floor. She got onto her hands and knees, ass in the air and began eating her breakfast. It was only a small mistake, Bucky thought nothing of it.
But then she made another mistake, one he was sure Y/N knew better than to make. She said no to him.
When he asked the question, Bucky didn't think his request was unreasonable. It was simple, really. All he did was ask her to go and put some socks on. They were what she knew she had to wear everyday. Bucky didn't know how he missed her not putting them on in the first place.
When he asked her to go upstairs and put her on knee high pink socks with the little bows on the front, she said no. Bucky almost lost it then and there. He was used to his newer girls saying no, but never his trained ones. And never his best girl.
But he dug is nails into his palm, keeping himself from overreacting. This was fine, this was okay. All she did was say no, he didn't want to lose his cool with her just yet.
The rest of the day passed seemingly without a hiccup. She got her socks on and came and sat on Bucky’s lap like a good little pet. She pressed kisses to his cheek and neck and buried her face in his shoulder. “Daddy,” she whispered, rocking her hips against his.
Bucky squeezed her hip in an attempt to stop her. “None of that now, doll.”
But she didn’t stop. She continued to rock against him until a wet patch could be felt through her panties. “Doll,” Bucky warned again, his jaw set.
The only thing that made her stop was when Bucky stood up. “I don’t You to stop, Pet!” He spat out the last word. “You’ve been nothing but disobedient all day and I’m sick of it.”
He gave Y/N no time to reply as he dragged her through the house, towards the kitchen. In the kitchen was a cage, the one she used to sleep in before she was moved to Bucky’s room and finally given to Steve. Bucky had brought it over just in case. He never thought he’d ever have to use it.
“In,” he commanded once he’d opened the door.
Y/N instantly turned towards him, her eyes wide and afraid. “No, Daddy, please. Please don’t put me in the cage. I’ll be a good girl, I promise!”
“Pets need to learn,” was all he said, eyes still on the cage. Somewhat reluctantly Y/N got onto her hands and knees and crawled into the cage.
Once she was in there Bucky shut and locked the door. A few tears sprang from her eyes and Bucky nearly reached forward to wipe them away. But he caught himself just in time and walked away, leaving her in there for the remainder of the day.
(She actually stayed in there until Steve got home. He came into the kitchen to find her there and immediately pulled her out. Steve basically babied her for the rest of the night, did whatever she asked of him and held her close)
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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers
Summary: Bucky dishes out some punishment and Steve is in his corner.
Word Count: Over 1.9k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, edging, oral sex (f receiving), possessive behavior, slight D/s theme, tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?)
A/N: Another part of my Howling Commandos Tattoo AU! I will not say when this falls in the timeline for now and I am not taking requests, but I couldn’t resist this ask! Beta read by the wonderful @sparkledfirecracker, but any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely! Banner created by yours truly, but Bucky and Steve photos were provided by the talented @nix-akimbo! This AU wouldn’t exist without them. And divider by the beautiful @firefly-graphics! Comments, asks, likes and reblogs are appreciated!
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You were going to kill Bucky. At the very least, torture him. You had no clue how because you couldn't think with his mouth playing you like a song on repeat. He told you once that he could eat you out for hours and he was making good on that promise. Both of your boyfriends were champion pussy eaters and you thanked the heavens above for your blessings. Until today.
You lost track of how long he had been between your legs, stopping occasionally to give you water and wipe the sweat off your forehead. He also checked your binds, making sure they didn't hurt your wrists. It was a sweet contrast to the delicious torment he inflicted on you. And you would have been more than fine with that if he let. You. Come.
"Fuck, doll. Told you I could eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner," he said, his voice low and husky as his breath hit your folds. You wanted to twist your fingers in his hair, unsure if you wanted to push him away or pull him closer. "But my cock is greedy for your hole, too."
"Then fuck me!" you whined.
"Not yet. I'm still hungry."
He gently circled your oversensitive clit with the tip of his tongue, groaning as he licked along your glistening lips moments later. He pushed two fingers deep inside you, plunging and curling to the point where your toes began to curl. You felt like you were trying to balance on a tightrope, but each time you got to the end you had to start over.
"Please. Fuck, please!" you begged when he slipped his fingers out, feeling how wet they were as he placed them on your trembling thigh.
"Still so wet for me, doll. You really do have the most amazing pussy."
"If it's so amazing, why won't you let me come?!" you snapped, blinking the tears from your eyes.
"You know why," he chastised, chuckling when you did your best to glare at him. "You may growl like a tiger, but you bite like a kitten. What's your word?"
The smallest smile touched your lips when concern slipped into his voice. He was good about checking in. "Green."
"Good girl," he whispered as he dipped his head back down.
He held your thighs apart so tenderly and possessively as his tongue lapped and swirled in soft caresses. Your entire frame shook as desire rolled off of you in waves, a hot, writhing mess as he continued to play with your cunt. The colors of his tattoos seemed even brighter as you looked down at him, crying out when he suddenly stopped again. His face almost had a glow to it as he smirked up at you.
"You want it so bad when all you had to do was be good," he scolded, sucking on your hard nub as your mouth fell open. He managed to do it slowly enough that the coil inside you wound tighter. How did it not snap?!
"I am good!" you argued.
"How long have you been at it?"
Your head turned toward the open door, amusement in Steve's eyes as he lazily leaned against the frame. You were going to torture him, too, for standing there and not helping. Once you got your bearings and came up with a plan.
"Hours," came the muffled reply of the brunette.
"Have you let her come?"
"No. Not once," Bucky replied, sounding pained.
"What did you do, sweetheart?"
You looked over at the blonde innocently. Too innocently. "Nothing!" you yelped when Bucky squeezed your thigh.
"Uh uh. What did we say about communication?" Steve asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Fuck! Fine! I skipped lunch...and… breakfast?"
The blonde no longer looked amused as he slowly walked over to the bed, ignoring the slurps of Bucky lavishing on your twitching hole. "What do you mean you skipped lunch and breakfast?"
You shrank back at his thunderous gaze. You already received that same look from the brunette after he found out you skipped a meal. Your boyfriends hated the thought of you not taking care of yourself or not being cared for. And you felt guilty. "Work was...Oh, fuck! Busy!"
The bed dipped as Steve sat down, pressing a kiss to your warm forehead. "Work will always be there. You put yourself first," he whispered as you closed your eyes. You were still working on that. "Did he feed you?"
You hiccupped a bit, the pleasure you were so close to reaching just out of your grasp. "Yes."
"Mmm. She ate every bite before I tied her up," Bucky promised, giving you no reprieve as he held you down.
"Good girl," Steve whispered, moving his mouth to yours. As his tongue slipped past your parted lips, he somehow moved it in sync with Bucky's and you felt yourself tighten as you let your men devour you.
But just as you reached the edge, everything stopped. It. Fucking. Stopped. You wrenched your face away from Steve's with a frustrated moan. “You. Fucking. Bastard."
Tears must have slipped out because you felt fingertips brush them away from your cheeks, even as both of them smiled at you. "Color?" Steve asked.
"Green! It is so fucking green!" you swore, your chest heaving. How much longer would they make you suffer?
"It really is cute when you swear. C'mon, Buck. Give her your cock. I think she more than earned it."
Bucky made a gruff sound as he stood up, fisting himself as he took in the sight of you. You knew it had to be agony for him, too, to not be inside you the moment he had you bound. "You look ruined, doll."
"Ruin her some more."
You nearly sobbed in relief when his cock pressed against your entrance. You couldn't even push your hips forward to take him in, but he didn't make you wait as he slid inside you. The only sound you could let out was a whimper as he stole your breath.
His thickness stretched you to the limit as he hammered into you, his eyes not leaving yours. Your walls selfishly tried to keep him there when Steve leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth. You could only take so much as Bucky continued to bury himself in you over and over.
"There you go,” Steve said softly, brushing his thumb over the other nipple. Even those felt more sensitive to the touch. “Bet you won't skip a meal again. You know that makes us worry.”
“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, even though Bucky should have also apologized for edging the shit out of you. Edging drove you crazy when you didn't plan it in advance… which is exactly why he did it. What good was a punishment if you enjoyed it from start to finish?
“I’ll bet you are,” Steve breathed out, feeling him smirk as he went back to gently sucking on the hard peak.
You didn’t bother coming up with a retort, instead making sounds of unrestrained pleasure. It didn’t matter how obscene you sounded as long as Bucky kept snapping his hips. It felt like he was trying to fuck you within an inch of your life. He owed you that.
“I know, doll. I know,” Bucky said, a touch of sympathy mixed with his lust. “But it’s going to feel good when you come all over my cock.”
Steve turned his head away for a split second to give your aching nipple a break, his beard scraping along your skin. “Fuck, she really did leave some shine all over your face.”
“And the sheet,” Bucky said smugly.
“Fucking. Tattooed. Bastards,” you gasped, more than ready to break.
“You love us,” Bucky said, his eyes intense as you moaned in response. “Just like you love feeling us wreck your tight, pretty pussy.”
“Yes!” you cried, hearing both men moan as you began to shake all over again. “Just let me come, please!”
Steve reached down, circling his finger along your clit. He barely touched it and you still felt like you were on fire. “Think she’s really sorry?”
You struggled to keep it together, gritting your teeth as you felt that rising bliss. “I am sorry… that I worried you. Please.”
For a second, you thought Bucky would pull back and stop again… until he slammed into you so hard you screamed. It’s like he was determined to fuck into your mind that you were their girl and that meant being cared for… by them and yourself. Feeling him pound into your desperate pussy, your walls began to spasm. Spirals of ecstasy began to spread as tears fell.
“Bucky. Steve, please,” you begged as Steve’s finger circled your clit again.
Bucky took pity on you as his gaze went soft. “Come.”
The command was undeniable, tightening around the cock inside you as you finally climaxed. You thought you sobbed out “thank you” as you got lost in the haze, but you couldn’t be sure. Clamping down as his thrusts increased, you still felt every drag along your slick walls. You rode out the feeling of complete satisfaction and you took everything. Because you were their best girl and you were made to.
“Jesus, fuck, that’s gorgeous,” Steve groaned.
Bucky thrusts a few more times before letting out one of the deepest, sexiest growls you ever had the pleasure of hearing. Considering there were days you couldn’t keep either one of them from having you, that said something. Feeling him flood your insides as he shoved himself deep was a feeling you would never get over. It felt like heaven from both of them.
Steve already had your wrists untied as you attempted to catch your breath, kissing each of them gently before letting Bucky stretch over you. His breathing was heavy for a minute, feeling his heart thud almost as fast as yours. His lips met yours in a soft kiss after a few more minutes, humming when he felt you kiss him back. “Still with us, doll?”
You nodded, grounded by having them there as your high faded into oblivion. “Still with you.”
“Do you get why Bucky punished you the way he did?” Steve asked curiously.
You nodded again. “Because I know to take care of myself and I didn’t. And… the punishment was chosen to teach me a lesson," you said quietly, swallowing. Steve had a bottle of water at your mouth in seconds, waiting until you took a few sips before you continued. You were proud you could form words. “But I don’t skip meals often, which is why I was only edged for a few hours.”
Bucky smiled, kissing you again. “I love how smart you are. We just want you to take care of yourself. You gonna do that?”
“Yeah,” you whispered, keeping your eyes shut. You really didn’t mean to worry them. It was still tough to remember some days that you had people looking out for you. But you had a family.
“We’ll get you cleaned up and I’ll order a pizza,” Steve offered.
“We ate,” you grumbled, but you smiled.
“I’m still hungry,” Bucky smirked, making all three of you laugh.
Fucking tattooed bastards.
Hours later, Steve smiled as he walked into the bedroom. Seeing you asleep in Bucky’s arms, holding you like he couldn’t let go, was a sight to behold. He would have to draw it later from memory.
"What, punk?" Bucky asked as his friend shook his head.
"Nothing. Just… love looks good on you."
"Looks good on you, too, Steve. Looks good on you, too."
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sam throat fucking you while boyfriend steve watches
*screams in horny*
"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Sam panted above you
Beautiful body glistening as the water kept dripping on the both of you
Maybe choosing to do this in the gym's showers wasn't the best idea, but what can one do?
When you get wet watching your boyfriend's best friend training and said boyfriend asks you to go check on him, you don't really think twice about it.
You knew Steve had smelled your arousal
He always did.
"Fucking slut," Sam groaned
"Never expected your girl to be such a fucking whore, Rogers."
He never took his eyes off of yours, so you didn't realize Steve had slipped into the bathroom unnanounced
You didn't mind
In fact, it made you wetter
Between your legs, not from the shower
Just the idea of Steve, sprawled in one of the benches ligned along the other wall, hand around his cock while he watched Sam wrap his fist around your hair and use it to control your movements...
You whined around his cock, and that's when his hips jutted up, choking you on him
He hadn't intended to cut off your breathing, but now that he's done it...
And especially since your nails bit on his thighs, your eyes watering but you still looked up at him, refusing to pull away...
Well, Sam would be an idiot to let this opportunity go to waste.
"I see I'm missing the party."
Bucky's voice startled you, but Sam kept your face down, lips brushing against his navel, mouth full of his cock
"Yeah, get in line, grandpa," he didn't even acknowledge the other surprise visitor. "It's not like you'd last much, anyway."
You didn't need to see Bucky's smirk, you could hear it in his voice.
"Wanna test out that theory?"
After "finding you", I'm clearly in the mood for gangbangs. Threesomes are not enough for me anymore 😂
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bucky x tva agent!reader aka agent x
will time heal all wounds or deepen them?
summary; 18+. Bucky is arrested by the TVA and if that isn’t enough trouble, he’s assigned to assist a rambunctious agent on her mission to capture one of her longtime foes.
*in this, we’re deviating a little from canon on the TVA’s mechanics and steve's ending (he stayed!)
talk to me about bucky x tva agent!reader here
A NEW SERIES COMING SOON (hopefully)
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I Still Hate You | Steve Rogers x Male! Reader
Summary: Hate can go a long way between two people, even to the point of having sex with each other. Once upon a time, someone said that hate sex is the best sex. They were right.
A/N: This is for you, anon! I'm so sorry this took a while. Life's been a little hectic at the moment. Hope you enjoy it, not really my best work.
"UGH, I FUCKING HATE HIM!"
You stormed into Tony's lab with anger painted upon your features as you sat down in a chair with a loud huff. Tony and Bruce were working on weapons and armor for the team when they paused looking over at you in question.
"Who do you hate, Y/N?" Bruce asked.
"I think the better question to be asking him is what did capsicle do this time." Tony looked over at you and raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.
"Fury is sending me and Steve on a mission together because he insisted that we work great together." You said.
"And that bothers you?"
"Of course it bothers me, Bruce! I can't stand being near him."
"Why do you hate Cap so much anyway?" Tony asked and you paused for a second at hearing that question.
Honestly, you didn't even know the answer to that question. You just found him to be quite annoying, especially the way he acts like he's the perfect Captain of this team. It seems that the feeling is mutual though because he hated you just as much and would always glare at you.
So, yeah, you hated each other and you didn't want to go on this mission with just the two of you.
You simply shrugged your shoulders, "Because he's annoying." You answered.
You walked over to the couch in the lab and laid down, stretching your legs out, and stared up at the ceiling. The two geniuses in the lab went back to work and talked about words you've never heard before in your life.
Your mind ended up thinking back to what Fury told you today. Why would Steve choose you of all people to go on this mission with? He could have chosen Natasha or Sam or anyone else to go with him, but he chose you, a guy he hated, why?
It was probably because of your powers. Telekinesis was a good power to have when you were in battle, and you had good fighting skills, so it was probably that too.
And you could admit that Steve was an amazing fighter and that tight suit of his did wonderful things for his ass-
Quickly, you blinked and shook your head to stop yourself from finishing that thought. Where the hell did that come from?
"Boss, Mr. Rogers is outside the lab and would like to enter." Friday said.
"Let him in, Fri."
The lab doors opened and Steve entered quickly, wearing his Captain America suit and had his shield in his hands.
"What do you think you're doing?" Steve asked you in a demanding tone, towering over you as he waited for a response.
"Um, laying down." You looked up at him as the science bros snickered but ended up covering it up with a cough from the look the Captain gave them.
"We have a mission to go on right now."
"Oh, Fury meant today." You frowned and then groaned, "Now, I have to spend more time with you than is necessary."
"Shut up, Y/N." Steve snapped, glaring at you as you stood up and put your hands up in surrender. You could hear the jet landing above you.
You turned to look at Tony and Bruce, "I'll see you both later." You walked out of the lab with the blonde super soldier following after you.
"You need to actually pay attention during meetings. It's very important and-"
"Oh, please spare me the lecture because I don't want to hear it."
You entered your room and Steve didn't know if he should wait outside your room or walk inside. He slowly walked inside and he froze upon seeing you shirtless. He was outright gawking at your amazing upper body and suddenly thought about you covered in hickeys that he placed on your neck.
Steve gulped, watching as you were about to take off your pants only to pause and turn around to see that Steve was in your room. You were shocked that he was watching you get dressed.
"What the fuck? Are you seriously watching me get changed?"
"N-No, I just wanted to tell you to hurry up because we need to leave now."
"Whatever, dude. Now, get out."
Steve walked out of the room with a blush painted on his cheeks and luckily, he managed to save himself as you changed into your suit.
Despite you and Steve hating each other, you guys fought amazingly together out on the battlefield. You both would make sure to always have each other's backs and was the only time where you guys wouldn't argue about anything.
But, an argument always happens after.
Like right now.
You both were back at the common room at the Avengers Tower and he was causing an argument, giving you the Captain-America-is-disappointed-in-you face as you turned away from him.
"You need to start listening to what I'm saying. What you did was dangerous and reckless." Steve insisted once again as you sighed and turned to face him.
"How was it reckless and dangerous? I saved everyone's life, including yours." You exclaimed.
Steve took a step forward.
"It was reckless behavior. You didn't listen to your Captain and you almost died trying to save me!"
You took a step forward.
"But I didn't! You and everyone else are now safe. Sometimes, the Captain needs to listen to his teammates."
He took another step forward.
"Not at the expense of your life!"
You took another step forward.
"Even at the expense of my life. You taught me that." You whispered the last part quietly and Steve's eyes softened.
You both now stood inches apart.
You stared at Steve's baby blue eyes and wondered if they were always that blue. Those blue eyes were ocean strong, swimming with warm sunlit currents. They were certainly the most beautiful pair of eyes you've ever seen.
What were you thinking?
Steve stared at your eyes before looking down at your lips and grabbing the side of your face, pulling you even closer to him than you already were.
You can easily push Steve away with or without your powers, but you didn't want to for some reason and you wondered what the hell he was doing right now.
"I think my teammate needs to learn a thing or two from his Captain. To learn who gives the orders around here." Steve spoke, his voice deep, and controlling which made you shiver as your lips almost touched. Almost.
"What are you guys doing?"
You both immediately jumped away from each other once you saw Bucky and Sam enter the room who looked back and forth between you two.
"Nothing!" You responded quickly and Bucky raised an eyebrow while Sam smirked, "What are you two doing here?"
"We live here." Sam answered with a chuckle, "Were we interrupting something because you both looked-"
"Nope, not interrupt anything." You shook your head and looked at Steve who shook his head as well, "I'm gonna go and take a shower." You announced and left the room quickly to get away from everyone.
You stood in the shower and the hot, steaming water felt amazing on your skin. You definitely needed a shower after the long day you've had.
You closed your eyes and just let the hot water stream down your back.
After twenty minutes, you opened your eyes and decided that you were done showering. You were ready to go to sleep. You reached for the shower knob, but you were suddenly pulled back into someone's chest, "What-"
"Shh." A voice hushed and your eyes widened because you knew that voice. It was Steve's voice. He wrapped his arm around your waist tightly and buried his face into your neck, sucking on it.
"Steve, what on earth are you doing?" You whispered loudly, trying to turn around to face him, but he held you against his body firmly.
"You need a lesson in disobedience, and I'll be the one to teach you." He said, his voice pitched low as he pressed himself up against you and you felt the blonde-haired male's hard length against one of your ass cheeks, "You want me, right? Want to get fucked by me, don't you? Want my cock inside you? Want me to teach you a lesson?"
You whimpered at the words spoken and gulped because even though you hated him, you did want this and you were sexually frustrated and hearing Steve speak like that made your cock harden considerably.
"You want what, Y/N? What does a slut like you want? Tell me exactly what you want and you might get a special treat."
Steve nibbled on your ear, his tongue flickering out to trace the outer shell of it. He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin as you closed your eyes and sighed.
"...I want you..."
"Want me to what?" Steve asked as he reached around your chest, pinching and toying with one of your nipples before reaching down and stroking your cock slowly. You whimpered slightly and Steve smirked in satisfaction when he felt your cock get harder.
"I want to feel your lips on mine. I want your cock shoved in my ass. I want to get fucked by Captain America."
The super-soldier turned you around and pushed you up against the wall, bodies pressed against one another. You opened up your mouth and his tongue slid right in as he reached down with one hand to squeeze your ass cheek.
You ran your hands all through Steve's muscular chest and his divine abs, as he continued dominating your mouth, letting out a low growl.
"Fuck." Steve growled out. He would never use words like that, but he couldn't help himself right now.
You gasped when Steve spun you around and crushed your wrists in one hand as his fingers were trailing over your ass hole. His fingers stretched you out and you were growing impatient.
"Are you gonna fuck me now, Steve?"
Steve smacks your ass hard, causing a cracking sound that made you wince slightly in pain and pleasure.
"You don't get to decide when I'll fuck you, I'll decide that and this ass belongs to me. Maybe, I should leave you here, all desperate and hard for your Captain."
"You can't leave me like this. Please..."
The blonde super soldier nudged your legs apart and inserted his cock in your hole, starting at a small and steady pace.
"Oh God, Y/N." Steve groaned in your ear, thrusting into you harder this time, "You feel so good. Taking my cock so well, baby boy."
Steve wraps his arms around and you turned your head to the side and kissed him roughly, as he kept thrusting into you with powerful strokes.
"How good is this making you feel? Tell your Captain exactly how good it feels."
"...It feels good. I love it so much..."
The blonde-haired male begins to stimulate your prostate as you moaned in pleasure that was coursing through you.
"Oh, fuck." Steve moaned, "You want me to cum in your ass, don't you? You're all mine, aren't you? Tell me that you're mine."
"Yours... I'm all yours. Now, cum in my ass right now." You moaned out breathlessly as you shut your eyes upon feeling him cum inside your hole.
"Now, you have to cum for me." Steve licked a stripe of your neck before leaning into your ear, "Cum for me. That's all I want. Cum for your Captain."
"I'm cumming now." You gasped as thick spurts of cum streamed out of you.
You both were panting hard as you both leaned against the shower wall, the water still falling onto you both.
"Great. Now, I have to take another shower." You muttered under your breath, looking up at the guy who gave you an immense amount of pleasure.
Steve chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll help you wash up." He stated and stood up, grabbing the soap and helping you wash up.
"This doesn't change anything about us. I still hate you, Steve."
"Don't worry, I still hate you, Y/N."
You both knew that wasn't true anymore and that this was the best sex you've ever had. Who knew hate sex could be so amazing.
Both, you and Steve knew that this was only the beginning and that you guys would have sex with each other a lot more.
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Not a sexual object
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader
#11 - “What’s the big deal?! Everyone’s seen a dick.”
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If there was a time where Steve Rogers wanted the world to swallow him alive it would be right now. He always made sure to lock his door before he took a shower. Sadly, he forgot to do it after he arrived from a tough mission and all he wanted was a nice shower.
Everything went smoothly until he exited his bathroom without a towel and spotted you sitting on his bed. “Y/n what are you doing here ! ? !” Steve reached over and grabbed something to cover his nether region.
“What’s the big deal?! Everyone’s seen a dick.” you tried to ease the situation but it caused Steve to blush even more “do you want me to pretend this didn’t happen?”
It took steve a few seconds to compose himself before he asked you “can you turn around while I change” and you happily obliged. Once he was fully dressed Steve tapped your shoulder “so can I ask why you were sitting on my bed while I was in the shower?”
“I was going to ask you if you wanted to watch a movie with me in the lounge but now I kind of want to watch it here with you.” You replied as you shamelessly checked Steve.
“Y/n I am not a sexual object” Steve tried to sound serious but cracked when you gave him an amused look. Steve walked around so he was face to face with you “how about I take you out on a few dates before I let you see my penis again” leaning closer Steve whispered into your ear “and let you play with it too”.
Letting out a low moan you tugged on Steve’s hair and replied “I like that idea. I’ll be ready in an hour” before you got up and left Steves’ room.
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The Barnes & Rogers Talk
Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader
Bucky can’t stop talking about you to his best friend, Steve Rogers.
It’s a Friday night and you let Bucky have his boy's night out with the boys at Tony’s penthouse. Bucky was hesitant to go with the boys since he doesn't want to leave you all alone in your apartment, but you insisted that he also needs time off and time of relaxation with his friends just like when you are going out with Nat and Wanda.
“So, how’s the new couple of the team?” Tony asked Bucky when they are sitting all together in Tony’s living room, “Have you guys thought of getting married already?”
Bucky knew that he’d be on the hot seat tonight, especially now that everyone knows about your relationship with the White Wolf.
You and Bucky have been friends since you joined the team, he has always been so soft and gentle with you. Whenever you’ll be on the same mission as him, he’ll always look out for you. Whenever you’re wounded, badly or not, he’ll be so frantic and so concern about you. This softness of his made you fall in love with him. You saw a good man in him. You saw a man with great dedication in what he does.
“We’re good, Tony. We’re having the time of our lives and enjoying every little thing about our relationship. But about marriage,” Bucky shook his head, “We just got together and I don’t want to rush her.”
“Barnes is right. They just got together as a couple. Why rush them?” Bruce asked Tony, agreeing with Bucky’s view of marrying you right away.
“Well,” Tony shrugged his shoulders, “I’m just saying. They’ll be down that road anyway, so might as well do it right away.”
Steve glances at Bucky and saw his pal just smiling. If Bucky will be the only one to decide on your relationship, he’ll agree with Tony, he’ll marry you right away. But it doesn't work that way. Bucky respects every decision you make, whether it’s for your life or the food of your relationship. You two will consult everything to each other before anyone of you makes the decision.
“Hey, let’s not rush the lovebirds,” Steve mumbled to Tony, defending his pal, "Let them enjoy everything first. Getting married is a different thing and a very serious one."
Tony gave up eventually, they moved on talking about Thor and his former flame, Jane. Bucky found the opportunity to finally call you, he's been thinking of doing that for quite some time now, and he didn't want to be rude so he waited for the perfect time.
You were in your apartment, catching up with your favorite TV series when the screen of your phone lightened up. You checked it and saw Bucky calling you. A smile escaped your lips upon seeing his name on your phone.
"Hey," you said after pressing the green button, "How's your night going?" you asked him.
"I miss you," Bucky answered on the other line, disregarding your question.
Your smile grew wider as you heard Bucky's answer to you, "Already?" you chuckled and shook your head, "You know, I never really thought you'd be the clingy one on our relationship," you said.
When you and Bucky got together, you thought you'd be the clingy and sweet one, but after spending a lot of time together, you soon realized that it's Bucky. He would be the one who'll initiate the call, who'll always text you first, and he won't end the call or call it a night until you two said your I love yous to each other, which you find cute and kind of unexpected.
"How's your night with the boys?" you asked him again, hoping to get an answer this time.
Bucky sighed, "Everything's good. The food is great, there's a lot of drinks, and Thor right now is being so drunkard," he shared.
"Oh, no," you shook your head and clicking your tongue with your teeth, "Is he talking about Jane now?" you joked.
"Actually, he is," Bucky answered. He sighed, "How 'bout you? How's your night?" he asked you.
You told him you're just watching a TV series and right after the episode you're in, you're gonna sleep and rest. He said he could've been with you and sleeping beside you tonight if only you agreed to him not attending Tony's party tonight.
"Buck, we already talked about this, right?" you reminded him of your conversation two nights ago, "I don't want your world to revolve around me all the time. I mean, you also have a life to deal with and we need to do some things on our own, most especially spending time with our friends. One more thing, I don't want our friends to think that we only just got together and we already forgot interacting and connecting with them," you explained.
Bucky agreed to what you said and everything made sense to him.
"I'll just leave you a message when I got home already, just in case you were asleep by that time," he told you.
You smiled as you hear how adorable your man is, "Okay, Sergeant Barnes. You should hang up and enjoy the night. I'll just see you tomorrow. Okay?" you said.
"I love you."
"I love you too," you replied.
As soon as Bucky put his phone in his pocket, he roamed his eyes and saw his best friend drinking alone in the bar area. He soon makes his way down there and asks if something is bothering Steve.
"You okay?" Bucky asked Steve as he taps his best friend's shoulder.
Steve smiles at him and nods, "Yeah, I'm just grabbing a new drink," he said.
"Thanks for backing me up a while ago. I didn't know what to do to drive the conversation away about me and y/n getting married already," Bucky said, thanking Steve.
"It's nothing. I know you, Buck. I know when you're too shy or too kind to turn the boat around," he pointed out. "But you know, I've always thought you and y/n would make a great couple," he added.
Steve was one of the people who would always tease you about liking Bucky. He said he has an eye for possible love relationships, just like what he saw between you and Bucky, Bruce and Nat, who by the way is still running around like a carousel.
"Man, I'm just so God damn happy. I didn't know this is what love will make out of me," Bucky said, smiling from ear to ear as he expresses his happiness of having you in his life to Steve, "I'll always look forward to the part where I'll come home to see her, and we'll just sit on her couch and watch a movie together. Whenever she wanted to go out and eat at her favorite pizza parlor, I'd be happy to join her 'cause I know it would make her so happy. There were times when she's gonna ask me to use her lap as my pillow and I find it so comforting, especially when she'll start to play with my hair using her fingers. That's something I can get used to for the rest of my life."
Steve could see in his best friend's eyes the happiness he thought he'd never see again. One thing's for sure, he's very happy, more like extremely happy for you and Bucky.
"And Tony's right," Bucky added, "One way or another, y/n and I will be on our way to settling down, getting married, building our own family and future. There's no other woman I'd want to go through that but y/n."
Steve chuckled as he taps Bucky's arm, "I know that feeling, Buck. I get it. Believe me, I'm really happy for you and y/n. There are no words to express my happiness and excitement for both of you," he sincerely stated. "And about settling down, you're right about it. You and y/n should take things slow and never rush into that part, that'll come and by that time arrives, you two are already ready," Steve advised to his best friend.
He has seen Bucky dated women in the past, but he knew what you and Bucky have is different from those past flings. He knew his pal is 100% serious in what he feels for you and there's no way on Earth he'd screw it up.
"If only Peggy's here, the four of us might have a double date to do," Steve smiles and looked down.
Bucky saw Steve's smile faded away.
He knew his best friend is still hurting for not getting his shot with Peggy in the past, for not being able to fulfill his promised dance to her, and of course, for not growing old together. It also concerns him that he's happy with you, yet Steve isn't that happy because he lost his chance at love.
"Steve," Bucky squeezes Steve's shoulder, "I have no solution for your lost time and chance with Agent Carter, but there's only one piece of advice I could give you and I'm sure that's what she wants for you too."
Steve looked up to Bucky with a frown on his face.
Bucky sighed, "Maybe it's time to open up your heart to someone else, to give yourself a chance to experience love again," he pondered.
"I don't know, Buck," Steve sighed, pausing for a moment to take a sip from his drink, "The last time I did that, I screwed up," he said, referring to his failed flirting and date with Sharon Carter.
"Well, you can always talk to Nat or even y/n if they can set you up with someone. I'm sure they'll come up with something," Bucky still insisting his best pal to date. "Come on, man, I can't stand being happy and you are being an old man," he joked.
Steve glared at his best friend, "Buck, you don't need to worry about me. Alright? If that thing about dating or flirting comes along, I'd be happy to entertain it, but if it doesn't, I'm fine with it as well. Dating a Captain America could be tough, so I'm sure it'll be hard to find the woman who could understand me and my course of work," he pointed out. When Bucky was about to insist again, Steve spoke again, "Just be happy with y/n, that's more than enough for me. Alright?"
Bucky shook his head and sighed, "Fine. But just in case you changed your mind, you know what to do," he reminded Steve.
"I sure will," Steve extended his glass to have a toast with Bucky.
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Love & Other Desire - Chapter 10
AN: I can’t at this point…
Pairing: Steve Rogers × Reader, (Future) Stucky × Reader
Warnings: Fluff, smut and angst are continuous themes in the whole series
For this chap: ANGST
Word Count: 1028
The main Masterlist for this series is here.
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Sex & Sadness
We shuffle into the living room with Steve leading the way. Me and Bucky exchange an uneasy glance and watch while Steve tosses a bouquet of lavenders on the table. Bucky opens his mouth to say something but is immediately cut off.
“Don’t. Just don’t,” Steve hisses, slipping out of his suit. Bucky’s mouth snaps shut, and he looks to me for help, but I only stare forward.
“What’s your plan exactly James?” Steve asks and Bucky winces at the angry use of his name.
“I just bought flowers Steve. And I came to check up on her,” he says, his gloved hand slipping into his pocket.
“You do that for all your patients?” Steve asks, rolling up his sleeves which would’ve seemed totally hot if I wasn’t getting chided like a child.
“Hey, that’s exactly what I said,” I say, making both their heads turn toward me. Bucky looks betrayed and Steve doesn’t look particularly amused.
I shrug and mouth a ‘what’ while shuffling toward the couch and throw my feet up once I get there.
“What do you want from us Bucky?” Steve asks and the tension in the room reaches its peak. Bucky looks to me for help and I melt.
“Steve, he’s telling the truth. There’s no secret agenda in coming to visit me, he really did bring flowers. Lavenders too,” I whisper the last sentence and look at Bucky with a grateful smile.
“So where have you been?” Steve asks, getting up to pour himself a drink.
“Steve, it’s the middle of the goddamn day, are you seriously drinking right now?” I ask, annoyed.
“Yes, I am. You know why? Because I came home to find my wife just ‘hanging out’ with our ex-lover,” he hisses while stalking towards Bucky. He stops within an inch of Bucky’s face, and I watch with bated breath. Both their eyes flick down to each other lips and I console myself in the knowledge that I’m not the only one with weird feelings.
“Well, where have you been?” Steve hisses against Bucky’s face who gulps in response.
“I-I was in MSF for about 4 years after my residency. I came back recently,” he says as he drops his gaze to the floor.
‘Why are you wearing a glove?” Steve asks, his attention snapping to Bucky’s covered hand.
Bucky’s hand shoots out to clasp his gloved hand as he slips out from beneath Steve’s piercing gaze.
‘U-Um n-nothing,” he says unconvincingly.
“Are you hurt?” Steve asks, his stance softening at Bucky’s nervousness.
“Just an accident. Nothing serious,”
“Then why are you hiding it?” I ask as I lean forward, eager for his answer.
“No reason,” he says, hiding his hand behind his back.
“Show me,” Steve says, walking toward Bucky.
“Show me. Please,” Steve coaxes, his gaze concerned.
“No,” Bucky screams in retaliation while his hands shoot to his hair and almost pull out some strands.
“Hey, don’t do that,” Steve says as he steps forward and pulls Bucky’s hands away. He pauses to turn Bucky’s hands over in his.
“Wha-,”he cuts off as he slides the glove off.
Black metal glints in the sunlight. The metal flexes underneath mine and Steve’s gaze. I stand abruptly from my seat and hobble towards Bucky.
“Don’t look at me,” he says as he turns away and his shoulders rock in silent sniffles.
“What happened?” I ask as I support my weight on Steve and hesitantly wrap an arm around his waist. His fingers search mine in comfort that I readily provide.
“It happened during MSF. We were building a hospital when a bomb dropped. A part of the scaffolding fell on my arm. They had to amputate. The arm is new tech. Some rich dude with lots of tech, Tony Stark I think, donated the tech and the arm,” he says casually.
Steve and I stare at each other, and I almost burst in tears. I step toward Bucky and tentatively grab his metal arm in mine. I stroke the cold metal digits in between mine.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I hug his waist and tears spill from the corner of my eye.
He turns around in my arms and hugs me back while Steve only stares. Bucky abruptly pulls away and starts to tug his jacket on.
“I should go,” he says and turns to leave.
“Wait! I…” Steve begins but I stop him with an arm on his hand.
“You were right Stevie,” Bucky says, marching to the front door. “I didn’t just come here for the flowers. I honestly don’t know why I came. I guess I just had to see for myself that you both are happy together and that me coming back here would ruin everything. And I know now. That you are happy, I mean and that I’m ruining it. So, you won’t have to see me again.”
He pulls the door open and with a last soft smile, he turns and walks out. Steve sighs heavily and goes to pour himself another drink. I can only stand and stare at the door.
“Come here,” Steve whispers from where he sits on the sofa. I shuffle over to him with my mind still processing his words.
“I don’t even know what to say anymore,” I say, dragging a hand down my face.
“Don’t say, drink,” he replies, handing me a scotch. I down it in one big gulp and settle back against Steve’s side.
“You think we were the ones that drove him away?” he asks after a beat of silence. I pour myself another drink and think about it. It’s possible but I know that’s not the reason. But I also don’t think Steve is ready to know the reason.
“No, I don’t,” I whisper as I shift to cuddle deeper into his side. He wraps and arm around my shoulder and I rest mine on his thigh.
“Yeah?” he asks, his voice genuinely curious.
“Yeah. If we did, he wouldn’t have been here so,” I say as I shrug.
“I guess so,” he says hesitantly.
“We’ll be ok,” I murmur against his cheek before dropping a kiss there.
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Lost in the Moment (on-going)
Your relationship with Steve Rogers feels like a fantasy until he slips right back through your fingers again.
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After being hired as Steve's assistant, his best friend Bucky helps him realize his feelings for you by pretending to date you.
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Steve is your pretend boyfriend on a mission to stop Wanda from keeping Westview, but your partner starts to fall for the illusion.
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When your boyfriend drags you to another college’s frat party, you’re met with a familiar face from your past.
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Hot Chocolate Nights
An Avengers Fic
I don’t really want to say that it’s a Bucky fic since I see Y/N and him as more platonic than love interests but if you prefer it to be a romantic relationship, go ahead!
I wrote and finished this at 2 in the morning. I tried to make it more bearable but honestly, I think it’s beyond saving. It’s a waste of effort not to post it though so here.
Requests are open!
TW: The darkness/voices are euphemisms for depression, Y/N is an insomniac, instances where world destruction and violence are mentioned.
When you’re an Avenger, there are certain responsibilities that the world expected from you, one of which was being a protector. The person the world could call on when they experience a disaster that they couldn’t face without their help. The Avengers are, after all, a group of remarkable people and this was the sole reason why they were created.
Watching Nat, Steve, Tony, Thor and the rest of the other Avengers in action – yes, Y/N found that it fit them, being called protectors. That was who they are at their very core. Steve would jump in front of a speeding bullet to protect a child; Nat would run in straight lines rather than zigzags if she was being shot at, if only to avoid civilian casualties; Tony would sooner protect Pepper by casting his suit towards her rather than himself if it meant that she would be safe. They were, at the very core, protectors.
Perhaps that’s why Y/N felt like she didn’t quite belong. She wasn’t a protector, she was the person the Avengers should be protecting the world from.
It was silly, really. Even now, after a full year of working with the Avengers, she still couldn’t fathom what possessed the team to try and turn her into a hero.
Wanda and Pietro? She could understand that. Sure, they’ve done some deplorable things but they did it in anger and though it doesn’t quite justify their actions, Y/N saw them easily fitting in with the team. At their very core, Wanda and Pietro were good.
Y/N couldn’t relate to that. She wasn’t good. She was anything but good.
When the Avengers had rescued her from Hydra, she was sure that they would kill her. She would have, if she was in their position. She was a freak, after all. A weirdo with abilities that shouldn’t exist on this Earth. A power that was no match for anyone, not even Wanda.
She was autopotent. She had complete and limitless control over herself, which brought her closer to the status of a god rather than a human being.
If she wanted, she could give herself the ability to shape shift or the ability to alter reality. One thought and she could have fire dancing at her fingertips or give herself the ability to plunge the world in darkness. Her limitless power could end worlds just as easily as she could create them. She had no limit, no end. She was Eternity and she was infinite.
She hated it and she hated Hydra for turning her into this.
She’s tried to purge herself of her powers several times in the past and some of the attempts had even caused her to accidentally end her own life but nothing she did worked. She’d wake up the next day just as powerful as ever. Her abilities clung to her like tar, unwilling to give up the powerful vessel they inhabited.
She thought she could live with the power and that, perhaps, it may even be a good thing. After all, power over oneself? Most people would kill for that. Except, she doubted they’d end a life if they found out that with her power came the horrible, evil voices that refused to leave her alone.
They whispered to her every day, flooding her mind with horrible images. Her friends dead at her feet, blood pooling from their eyes, the world laid to waste, fire and destruction enveloping the world, erasing the greenery and the life and plunging the world in darkness.
She could ignore it easily enough when she was surrounded by her friends. Sam and Bucky’s banter often made her laugh and her laughter deafened her ears to the whispering darkness; physical training with Steve, Nat and Clint often left her ears ringing and her mind too tired to take notice of the darkness; playing video games with Thor, Loki and Peter helped her to ignore the whispers; experimentation with Bruce and Tony and even movie marathons with Wanda and Vision made the darkness disappear. They couldn’t touch her when she was happy and with her friends, not when she was so full of life and light.
But when she was alone, when the sun has faded and her hunger was satiated, when she was isolated and by herself, that is when the whispers began to scream.
Tonight, they were loud, unbearably so. Image after image of destruction flooded her mind. Every blink she made was agony, images of her dead friends searing across her eyelids.
These are what will come to pass, the voices said. Let destruction rain on humanity and welcome death’s embrace.
She almost wanted to cry. She wishes she could tell her friends what was going on with her but she couldn’t burden them with these. They had enough on their plate as it is.
She sighed and sat at the edge of her bed. It was clear that sleep would not come to her tonight as it rarely came to her at all.
Let go of your rage and fury. Let destruction rain.
She ignored the voices and trudged out of her room. The voices followed her out like a dark, fetid breeze but she’s found that when she was in motion, it was easier to ignore the voices.
She was quiet, her slippers in her hand as she shuffled around the compound in her bare feet. When she was out of the sleeping quarters, she placed her fluffy slippers by her feet, wore them and walked. She passed the dining room, the living room, the sitting room and the elevators before she finally arrived in the dark, empty kitchen.
“Friday, do you think you can turn the lights on?” She said into the emptiness, her voice quiet, only a step above a whisper. She was afraid to shatter the stillness in the compound and though she knew she could make as much noise as she wanted without fear of waking any of her friends because of how far the kitchen was from the sleeping quarters, she was afraid that saying anything too loud would seem like an invitation to the darkness.
The lights turned on and Y/N stood there for a moment, her eyes adjusting to the light. When her eyes adjusted, Y/N shuffled towards the pantry. She pulled the door open and the light above her came to light, illuminating the space. The space was large, as most things were when Tony created them. There was enough food in here to last them at least a year, even if they ate three square meals a day at the compound. A variety of snacks and chips lined the wall as well as canned goods, loaves of bread and packs of powdered drinks. There was even a wall dedicated for coffee syrups for when the Avengers had gotten into a whole boba phase and Tony had attempted to create some for the team. It didn’t end very well.
She smiled against the memory and for a moment, the voices quieted themselves as warmth and joy flooded her. The feeling was fleeting and soon, the voices returned.
You are a god in a sea of mortals. End their lives claim your power.
She grabbed a random pack of instant noodles with one hand and on the other hand, she grabbed the open canister of cocoa powder.
“Did you find everything you needed, Ms. Y/L/N?” Friday asked her as she closed the pantry’s door behind her.
“I did, yes. Thank you, Friday,” Y/N said with a soft smile.
She opened one of the cupboards and with a wave of her hand, two pots floated from the cupboard and towards the waiting stove. Another wave of her hand and water flowed from the sink and towards the two waiting pots. A thought had the fire roiling beneath the pots.
Fire shall cleanse the world and purify it. Destruction is imminent.
She walked towards the refrigerator and took out the carton of milk, a small can of condensed milk and a single egg.
You are power, life and death itself. The Avengers are but a limitation you placed upon yourself. End them and let yourself reign.
She let the monotony of her actions drive her, center her. They helped to drown the voices out, and so she carefully studied each of her actions as she went through the motions, almost like she narrated them in her head.
When the water turned into a roiling boil, Y/N placed the uncooked noodles and its seasoning in one pot while she lowered the heat of the other and added tablespoon after tablespoon of the cocoa powder. She added the milk and a touch of the condensed milk and a sprinkle of cinnamon before she turned the heat off and poured the dark liquid on her favorite mug. She frowned when she realize that she’s made too much hot cocoa. She added the egg on the other pot and instead of transferring its cooked contents into a bowl, she simply took a pair of chopsticks from one of the drawers and waved her hand, the pot and mug following her as she walked towards the empty kitchen island.
The smell of the noodles wafted through her nose, causing her mouth to salivate. As she took the chopsticks and raised the noodles to her lips, she heard a set of shuffling footsteps and, strangely enough, Bucky walked in wearing a simple pair of boxer shorts and a black t-shirt. His short, fluffy, hair stuck up at odd angles, which made it obvious that he’s just rolled out of bed. His eyes were shut against the sudden bright light of the kitchen, his metal arm hiding his face in shadow as he waited for his eyes ro adjust. When it did, he regarded her curiously. “Y/N? What are you doing so early in the morning?”
She looked comical with noodles hanging from her mouth, her chopstick raised in midair. She slurped the noodles in the most unladylike way possible and covered her mouth with her hand before she answered Bucky, who was looked at her with an amused expression. “I’m eating.” The words came out garbled because of the food in her but Bucky understood her nonetheless.
“I can see that,” He said with a smile as he walked towards her. “Is that hot chocolate?” He pointed to her mug.
She swallowed her noodles as she nodded. “Yeah. I made extra if you want some.”
An image flashed across her mind, Bucky dead on the floor, his body a mangled mess of injuries. She pushed the image away.
He took a mug from one of the cupboard, filled it with the hot chocolate and raised it to his lips. A look of pleasant surprised graced his features as the flavors of the chocolate filled his mouth. “Wow. This is really good.”
Y/N gave him a smile, his compliment warming her body and silencing the whispers, if only a little. “Thanks. I’d give you the recipe but it’s a secret.”
“Well you are full of secrets,” Bucky laughed as she took the seat next to her on the kitchen island. “Eating out of the pot, I see.”
“I don’t like doing dishes,” she said with a wrinkle of her nose.
“I don’t either.”
Y/N slurped some of her noodles, this time in a smaller quantity to make it easier for her to chew and swallow it. “Do you want some?”
Kill him and end his ceaseless suffering.
She handed the chopsticks towards Bucky’s awaiting hand and watched him slurp some of the noodles down.
“So what are you doing up this early?” Bucky asked her when he handed the pot back to her.
“I haven’t really gone to bed yet,” she shrugged. “Couldn’t really sleep. You?”
“Same.” Bucky said with a tight smile. “Nightmares.”
Y/N gave him an understanding smile. She may not understand what it’s like to have nightmares but she understood torment. She experienced it everyday. And though Bucky’s torment came in a different form, suffering was something they shared.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Y/N asked gently.
“Nothing really to talk about. It’s the same old nightmares about Hydra. How about you? Do you experience insomnia often?”
Y/N gave him a rueful smile. “Everyday.”
“You don’t really seem tired.”
She waved her fingers and sparkles of magic fell from her fingers. They disappeared before they reached the floor.
“Right. Superpowers,” Bucky chuckled.
Y/N took a big bite of the noodles and handed the pot back to Bucky who did the same.
“I’m guessing your nightmares are about Hydra?”
Bucky stared at her intently. For a moment, Y/N thought she may have intruded and offended him by the callousness of the question but he smiled at her and her worries eased.
“Yeah. They can’t seem to get out of my head,” he replied. “It’s mostly about my missions though. The people I’ve…” he trailed off and Y/N instantly understood the shame that lodged in his throat, stopping the words from coming out.
A killer. He doesn’t deserve to live.
She gave the supersoldier a reassuring smile. “I get insomnia because of the voices.”
Bucky’s attention snapped at her in surprise. “Voices?”
“I’m not crazy,” Y/N added hastily before Bucky could say anything. “No need to call Bruce on me. I just… the voices, they come with the territory. I think it’s because of Hydra. Some kind of psychological experiment they were trying on me. The scientists in charge of me died before they could finish the job and the Team rescued me soon after. The voices tell me to do these terrible, awful things and they show me horrible images. It’s why I can’t sleep at night. It’s exhausting to push them away.”
“You haven’t tried to use your powers to make them go away?”
“I have. Believe me, I have. They go away but they always managed to find their way back to me.”
Kill him and let blood rain. We are your only true friends.
“You should tell someone,” Bucky said softly. “Maybe Bruce can find a way to—“
“Bucky, if I can’t fix it, no one can.” She said the words gently, like she was the on reassuring him. “This is just my reality. There’s no changing it anymore. I just have to learn to live with it.”
“Do you spend all your nights like this? Drinking hot chocolate and eating ramen?”
“Sometimes, it’s ice cream,” Y/N said with a chuckle. “Or chips or leftover food we had for dinner. Sometimes I bake. The hot cocoa always stays though.”
“Is that why our kitchen always smells like chocolate chip cookies?”
Y/N nodded eagerly and Bucky let out a loud laugh.
“Steve and I always wonder why our kitchen smells so good in the morning,” Bucky smiled, or what looked like the ghost of it. Something about the way Bucky smiled often reminded Y/N of a promise. A slight lilt at edge of his lips, his eyes alighting just a tad, almost like he was teasing you, daring you to ask him to smile. “And you spent your time alone? What do you do all these hours?”
“Lots of things. Sometimes I read. I can go through an entire book in one sitting. Sometimes, after I eat, I train my magic or my fighting skills. Other times, I go out on a run.”
“Alone. Always alone.”
Bucky stared at her, his face unreadable. He let the words settle on his skin, let it echo and rattle in his head.
Not truly alone.
A lonely existence. It was awful, Y/N had to admit. She lived in a building full of people and yet she was always lonely. Somehow, Y/N knew that this was a premise to the rest of her existence. She didn’t know why has these abilities or how she even got them. And some part of her knew that she was probably immortal and that she would live a lonely, wretched life until the Earth turned into dust, most likely by her hand, by her limitless power.
“Well with the exception of Friday,” Y/N joked.
There was a hum as Friday powered up at the sound of her name. “Happy to be of service, Ms. Y/L/N.”
“But this night—“ she gestured with her hands “— it’s my first night with someone else. I have to be admit, it’s nice. I like your company, Barnes.”
Bucky matched her smile and she found the simple gesture warming her insides faster than the hot cocoa. “I like your company too.”
Conversation ebbed and flowed easily between them, the voices fading into a dull sound and the edges of her mind. Soon the ramen was finished and their cups drained to the bottom but that didn’t stop Y/N and Bucky. A bond had formed between them, a silent understanding. Though their circumstances were different, there was always something about torment and shared trauma that bound people together.
They talked about the years they spent in Hydra, memories that they remembered from their previous lives and who they were before they were taken. They talked about the team, the little habits that the Avengers had that annoyed them, the things they loved about them. They talked about anything and everything and they only stopped when the sun’s golden fingers reached across the sky, alighting the once dark canvas into shades of pink and purple.
The next night was the same. Voices, her vision edged by darkness.
Slaughter them. Kill them. Reclaim your right as ruler of the world.
She waited until she was sure that the whole house was asleep before grabbing her slippers and padding out of her room and straight into the kitchen. After taking the opened box of hot cocoa and she went through the motions of creating her signature hot chocolate and this time made sure to create enough for four people. Last night, Bucky had mentioned that he’d like to have some of it again and perhaps even share a cup of it with Steve and Sam.
Tonight, she decided that she would bake.
They all deserve to die. They are ants, mere insects in your presence. End their petty existence and take your place.
With a wave of her hand, bowls, measuring spoons and cups and ingredients floated all around her before finding their way on top of the kitchen counter. Another wave had a cookbook flying towards her, opening at the page for creating brownies. It levitated a few inches off the ground, as though propped up by invisible hands.
An image flash in her head. Her friends laying under the rubble of the compound, their eyes open but glassy, crushed under the weight of the cement. She pushed the thought away.
She was just about to crack and egg over a bowl when she heard the shuffling of feet. Several feet actually. Her attention turned towards the door where she found the Avengers piling into the kitchen, all dressed in pajamas, with Bucky leading the group.
“Guys,” Y/N said in disbelief. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you all be in bed?”
They mean to disrespect you. They deserve to perish.
“We could ask you the same thing,” Nat said with a smirk.
“Barnes here said you made a mean hot chocolate and I for one would love to try it,” Tony said as he circled around the kitchen. He reached for her still steaming mug. “This it?” Before she could even reply, he’d raised it to his lips.
Y/N gaze snapped to Bucky and he gave her a sheepish smile.
End them. Kill them. They mean to offend you.
“That is good,” Tony said after a loud sip. “Oh that is really good. You guys have got to try this.”
Tony passed the mug to Nat who took a small sip. She closed her eyes, a happy and content look on her face. “That is amazing.”
“Thank you,” Y/N said, almost in astonishment. She couldn’t even bring herself to be upset that Tony had stolen her chocolate. “I didn’t make enough for all of us though. You’ll have to wait if you all want some.”
“That’s alright,” Steve said, taking a seat on one of the vacant chairs on the island. The other Avengers followed suit, taking their own seats, filling up the counter like customers in a diner. “We can wait. We’ll even help you.”
They deserve nothing but death.
“It’s my secret recipe,” she said sheepishly, unable to contain her blossoming smile. “You all sit there. I’ll make it.” And so she got more cartons of milk and more condensed milk and more cinnamon powder and even more cocoa powder. She even got some cacao nibs from the pantry, to add a little something extra to the hot chocolate.
“Are you baking something?” Wanda asked from where she sat, peering at the still floating pages of the open cookbooks.
“Brownies,” she answered as she whisked the chocolate.
“What are brownies?” Thor asked them curiously.
“You’ve never had brownies, Mr. Thor?” Peter asked in surprise as he entered the kitchen.
You are darkness, eternal. You are the life of the universe. They are nothing.
“Kid,” Tony said with a sigh as he ran a disappointed hand over his face. “You have school tomorrow. You should be in bed. What are you doing here?”
“Mr. Bucky Barnes said that there was a team meeting…” Peter’s sentence trailed off, suddenly unsure.
“At 2 in the morning?” Sam asked with raised eyebrows. “C’mon, kid. This is an adults only meeting. Come back when you can grow a beard.”
“Stop bullying him,” Y/N laughed from where she stood, stirring the chocolate to make sure that the nibs were broken down. “He can stay.”
“T-thank you, Ms. Y/L/N,” Peter stuttered taking the last vacant seat.
“Do you need help with the brownies?” Wanda asked. “We’d love to help.”
Y/N smiled. “Sure. You guys can get it started.”
“What are brownies?” Thor repeated.
“They are baked goods, I believe. Created out of chocolate and flour and eggs. The internet often gets into debates about which pieces are the best.” Vision replied.
Easy conversation soon echoed around the room, followed by the sound of clinking glass bowls and spatulas and spoons scraping and mixing batters. It replaced the quiet that Y/N has come to associate with the kitchen. She smiled as she heard the team chatting amongst themselves and she could feel her heart swell with love.
She saw Bucky approach her and he helped her fill the mugs she had set in place.
“You didn’t have to do this for me, you know,” Y/N said with a smile.
“I wanted to,” Bucky smiled. There it was again, that promising smile. “You need to know that you are not alone. Not when you’re with us.”
Y/N stared at him. She noted the openness in his face, at his languid posture and his promise of a smile. He continued to fill up the mugs, oblivious to her stare.
Y/N held his metal hand stopping him from scooping the last bits of chocolate. He looked at her in surprise and she said in a quiet voice so that the others couldn’t hear, “Thank you.”
Y/N watched as Bucky’s smile widened from a promise to a promise accomplished, a resolute feeling that could only be appreciated in the certainty of fulfillment.
Y/N knew she would tuck this memory away forever, frame it in the deep recess of her mind. This was one of the few times she felt truly loved, surrounded by her friends, her family. Never has she felt such a strong feeling of affection and contentment, never has the voices been silenced and stayed silent.
She knew they would come back, as was inevitable. When the plates where washed and the laughter has ceased and her friends had returned to their respective rooms, she knew the voices would return. But worrying about the future only served to take away the peace of now.
So, she shook the thoughts away from her head and served the hot chocolate and, with some help from her friends, laughed the night away.
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