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neonovember · 1 year

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Loved loved loved the steve headcanon. If you’re in the mood, I would an expansion on the “steve is the type of man to never let you go to bed angry, even if you’ve both had a fight and he end up on the coach” because I absolutely agreed and I especially enjoyed reading that! Thank you for sharing this husband!Steve HC.

oh yes most definitely! His mind wouldn't rest until he knows you're at peace. Ask and you shall receive (i must say I did get quite carried away). I wrote this at 1 am so be aware of spelling :)

The Steve headcanon

My soul cannot sleep without you

The rumble of the car engine comes to a stop as Steve pulls into the garage of your shared home, the living room light is still on and if you weren't already irritated, you'd mentally smack yourself for being so forgetful. Bills weren't cheap, even on an avenger's salary.

Collecting the ends of your dress you shoulder your way through the car door, slamming it with an oomf for good measure. Steve, of course, shuts his door gently, and it leaves you even more annoyed with him.

Why is he not angry?

You don't dare look behind you as Steve begins to jog towards you, you fear the confusion that has been plastered on his face for the last 20 minutes would make you explode.

You're about to open the door until you remember, he has the keys, Steve is already one step ahead of you, fingers brushing past your elbow as he twists the golden metal into the door nob. You can feel his stare burning into the side of your face but you will yourself not to look his way, to see that look on his face that would have you conceding.

The smell of peppercorn and maple engulfs your senses as you enter your hallway, the soft air of familiarity fails to calm your tense shoulders however, as you pass the framed pictures of you and Steve over the years without so much as a glance.

Reaching your kitchen you notice the bouquet of orchids Steve had bought you earlier today left on the counter, in the rush to get to the compound's charity ball on time you had forgotten to find them a vase.

What flowers would she like?

You search through the kitchen cabinets before you grasp the clear glass, shufflingly through appliances and setting it on the granite counter. You unwrap the orchids, cutting the stems down to fit into the glass vase and filling them generously with water. Steve looks at you incredulously, arms folded as his eyes follow your movements.

"Are you going to say something?" Steve says, his melodic voice travelling through the house, bouncing off the glass vase yet failing to penetrate you.

You begin to clean the stems and spilt water from the counter, ignoring Steve’s attempt at conversation. Did he seriously not realise the brunette practically hanging onto his every word?

Steves's hand grasp your own, stopping you from wiping down the rest of the kitchen, he lifts your chin but your eyes remain downcast, fiddling with the string of the washcloth.

"Can you at least look at me?" Steve says, scanning your face that remained emotionless. His fingers glide across your arms to rest on your cheeks, and the feeling of his hands on you, after she'd touched them has you ripping them off of you. Scoffing, you throw the washcloth into the sink, before turning towards Steve.

"I don't understand, why are you upset? Did I do something?" Steve furrows his brows, his hands gripping his pants as if he's stopping himself from reaching for you.

You scoff at that, "You can't be serious Steve, you are one of the smartest people I know and you can't notice something happening right in front of you?"

He shakes his head, eyes squeezing as he opens them, you notice him scanning over the events prior, but it comes up empty and it has Steve looking more confused than before.

“What's her name, huh Steve? At least tell me her name” You whisper, arms folded as the shimmers of the dress begin to irritate you.

“What? Who?” Steve replies, stepping closer to you

“Who? The brunette who was hanging off of you the entire night Steven” You groan, you hated facing your insecurities, much less voicing them.

There is a momentary pause in Steve as his mind backtracks to the evening, sifting through the hundreds of faces he’d seen tonight, he finally realises who you're talking about.

Tony’s accountant

“Marianna?” Steve scoffs

“Yes, Marianna” You spit her name like poison, but you can’t seem to get her face out of your mind, she’s taken homage next to the laundry you hadn't gotten the time to do. The way her pantsuit fitted her elegantly, sophisticated and modern, she was the woman of the future. And you were just, well, you.

She could pull off a red lip, something that never quite looked good on you, and the very way she spoke told you she said very few words that didn't ilicitate constant adoration. She didn't need to fill the space with empty jargon, every word had meaning.

The constant comparison had followed you the entire evening, and the past insecurities that you had thought you'd overcome seemed to weigh you down like an anchor, pulling you into the deprecation you knew all too well.

It was fine, you’d get over it until she began to talk to Steve, your husband. you didn't miss the look on her face as they conversed, utter, pure amazement. You knew it because you wore it every day, Steve had a way with people, it's what attracted you to him in the first place.

You felt out of place as they spoke about diplomacy and business, and at that moment you had wished you actually listened when Tony pulled you into one of the many long rants you'd gotten used to.

She wasn't even mean to you as if the playground tactics were beneath her, but it didn't take her calling you a bitch to know the animosity that radiated from her every time Steve had tried to pull you into their conversation. You knew where you weren't wanted and you weren't about to make a fool of yourself. So you left them to it as you sat next to Natasha, who offered you a much-needed drink.

She had noticed your annoyance at Marianna the second she came over, as she always did, and for a second, you wish Steve would too. He was too pure too good, to take notice of the way Marianna got closer and closer to him or the way she bit her lip and laughed a little too hard at one of his lame jokes. The poor man thought she was being friendly, he was oblivious to her true motives.

Natasha held her grin behind an empty champagne glass, snickering when Marianna threw her head back for good measure. You had vented to her there, and she reminded you of the man Steve was. How he was absolutely enamoured by you and you only, how you had him wrapped around your finger so tight he wouldn't even think about looking at another woman that way. It was all things you knew deep down, but that didn't stop your brain from imagining the worst, that he was deep in an affair with his co-worker, and you were the dumb clueless wife who waited for him at home.

You wouldn't let that happen again, not after all those years of betrayal from an ex, you wouldn't let yourself be made a fool. Pride had a way of getting in between reality, and you let it stew you in anger until you were mad at Steve instead of her.

Steve shakes his head, moving closer to you,

“She's just Tony’s accountant, we chatted for a few, that's all doll” Steve replied, carding a hand through his blonde locks. Reasoning, however, doesn't seem to be on your mind tonight as you remember all the lies you've been told starting with she.

She’s just a friend, she’s just an assistant, she’s just...

“Well, she seemed to have taken your attention for the whole night, while I was left drinking champagne of all fucking things with Natasha. She was meant to go find her date for that night, but instead, she was with me” You replied looking towards him in anger.

“Well, I tried to include you in the conversation, but every time I asked for your opinion your mind seemed as if it was a thousand miles away!” Steve replied swiftly hands gesturing around.

“Yeah, because she was laughing every single goddamn time I opened my mouth, god Steve, can't you see what she’s doing?” You replied even faster, swallowing down the brick that began to form in your throat.

“What, what is she doing, I thought I was having a conversation with a colleague, but you seem to know better” Steve quipped, his jaw tensing and his shoulders seized.

“She wants you, and you’re either too blind to see it or already fucking know it” You replied, muttering under your breath.

Steve scoffs, shaking his head, eyes scanning your face as he remains silent.

“Is your silence meant to mean I was right?” You yell, tears beginning to gather on your waterline and you have to pinch yourself to get force them to remain there.

Steve’s eyes never leave your face, the cerulean orbs darting left and right, and up and down as if trying to understand your benevolence. His arm twitches as if he wants to gather you into his embrace and forget this entire evening.

“How can you say that” Steve replies, after a short while, “I was courteous, polite for god's sake, you know I would never do that to you” Steve moves until his hands grasp your own. They’re warm to the touch like he always is, and they begin to soothe the coldness that has begun to take over your body.

It doesn't help though, instead, it reminds you of the times you've been told that your insecurities were imaginary, that the unfaithfulness in your relationship wasn't real. That you, instead were harbouring a secret, the anger you felt then turned to guilt at your own self for even accusing him of cheating. If you were told enough times that your reality wasn't yours, you’d start to believe it.

“Yeah well, the only person I can ever trust is myself” You whisper, spitting the words out and unlatching yourself from Steve's grasp. Steve looks down at you in shock, betrayal and hurt falling over his features, whilst yours turn to stone.

He closes his eyes before opening them again, nodding as if he accepted your anger.

“Fine, I’m taking the couch,” Steve scoffs, ripping off his tie and placing it on the counter, before walking into the living room the loud stomp of his shoes vibrating through the quiet house.

You turn to the discarded tie, grasping it into your palm, the texture of the material felt velvet against your fingers. It was a plain tie, one you'd find anywhere, but it was the first tie you'd ever gotten him. You'd gifted him many over the years, all of them more expensive and chic than this one but he'd told you you'd have to pry it out of his cold dead hands before he would give it up.

It was his lucky tie because you were his lucky girl.

Where you still now?

The satin pillow dampened with your tears, you hadn't waited to even close the door before you were muffling a sob that broke out of your throat. Since then, the tears never ceased, you had to shove your face into the covers to make sure Steve wouldn't hear you.

Sleep was fruitless, you had tried everything, but you lay there, like clothes on a washing line, wrung out and left to dry. Your mind wouldn't let the image leave, her fingers grabbing his bicep as she laughed, the way he grinned as his humour got praised.

Was that it, had she given him more attention? More than you?

A billion reasons clamoured your mind as you pushed your fingertips to your eyelids, wishing that you hadn't even gone to the charity ball at all, save the humiliation just for your mind only.

Deep down you knew, you knew that this was all the insecurities of your past coming forth from their hiding places. Steve was the best person in your entire life, he would never, his stupidly good heart wouldn't allow it. But that was just it, he was too kind and nice and good that people like Marianna were able to sink their claws and have their way with him however they wanted.

He thought they were being friendly, but they knew they weren't.

Hours seem to pass before you find the room illuminated with the light of your phone in your palm, your chest feels tight and uncomfortable and you don't know how much more of this you could take.

Tapping onto the folder named “him”, you are met with hundreds of photos of you and Steve throughout the years, starting from the very few dates you had before he claimed you as his, till the wedding night when you both had stayed up to take out the millions of pins in your intricate hair.

In all of them, every single one, Steve displays the same adored, content look of utter satisfaction and love, his eyes sparkled with it, like the sun glittering against the gentle waves and folds of the sea. An endless pool of longing that seemed to have depth only for you, to crash and fight and turn inside and out for you.

Your relationship was never easy, but Steve has always, always been the anchor that brought you back, he never gave up, even when you pushed him away and left him in the dark. Even when the fear of loss and hurt caused you to scream things you didn't mean and do things you shouldn’t have.

You flick across to a photo of Steve looking towards you, a soft grin lighting up his face as you held Clint’s newborn, you were cuddled up on a seat, your knees tucked into you as you were sucked into the guilty pleasure of red fat cheeks and baby fever.

Sam had captured it without Steve looking, sending it to you a couple of days ago with the words ‘Someone wants to be a daddy’. You’d laughed it off but each day you'd come back to that picture. Back to the moment when Steve looked like he had never loved something harder than you, as if it was his first time ever really feeling it.

He loves you, you know? I knew it the day he met you, he has this look on his face, where his eyes get all glazed over and his fingers are reaching for you. It’s like he can’t breathe until he can hold you, like his body will break in two and his heart will stop.

Natasha had told you that one night on the terrace unprovoked, with a beer in her hand and the moonlight falling over the both of you. She had been there from the start, had found you when you were still a shell of a person, back then you didn't even know what love was. You fear if it wasn't for her you and Steve wouldn't have ever met.

“Steve would never do that”

The sounds of her voice those hours ago ring in your head. It was true, your entire time with Steve told you but what thing, he was not your ex. He was kind, and soft and held you like you were glass and he'd crush you. And then suddenly, as if a switch had been turned in your mind, the light of a dark place turning on you realise how utter fucking foolish you had been.

Steve’s faith in you never faltered, even when it should have he never felt a reason to distrust you, it was foreign, it felt strange to have someone utterly and fully hand their trust and soul to you. And what had you given him in return? Accusations and anger.

Did he think now, that you did not trust him? That he had failed to show you how you should be loved? How he would never hurt you?

Those men from your past would never amount to Steve, and suddenly you felt you would die right in this room if you didn’t move. If you tell Steve he was enough and that you believed him and that the vows he uttered held true. Every hair on your body itched with this need until the covers were thrown across from your body and your phone was discarded on the bed.

You swung open the door, the cold hair hitting your face and you stumbled through the dark, you run down the hardwood stairs, the haunting reality of your actions following you, you had been so so foolish.

Steve is there, his frantic motions walking towards the bedroom freeze as he notices you. His shirt is crumpled and unbuttoned, and his golden hair is ruffled, the strands falling over his face as if he's run his fingers through it too many times.

A look of desperation and longing paint his features as he watched you, hands shaking at his sides as he sinks his canines into his reddend lip. You wanted nothing but to hold him now, and the thought bring you to tears, blurring your vision until you miss a step, your heart dropping into your stomach as you brace yourself, waiting to meet the cold hard ground of the kitchen floor.

It never comes, instead, heated, carded muscle wraps around you, and you the smell of Steve, of earth and pine cones has you crying into his shoulder.

He came to you, even when you had screamed at him to leave,

He came to you.

Fresh tears slide down your cheek and you grip Steve, whose fingers softly rub your back, hands tightening around your waist.

“M’ sorry, so sorry Steve, please” You hiccup, covering your face into his shoulder.

“Ssh, my sweet girl, I know” Steve whispers, never seizing his gentle caress. His hands lift your face from his neck, thumb gathering the tears at your waterline. “I know, it’s okay, it’s okay, just breathe for me, hm?

“In and out, can you do that for me?” Steve breathes out, eyes straining as he watches your shallow breaths ease into semi-normal respiration.

Without a word, Steve collects you in his arms and walks through the house until he enters the bedroom, shutting the door with his foot, eyes never leaving your face as he gently places you onto the now cold bedsheets.

You shudder, reaching for him as he slides in, arms wrap around your sides as he continues his light motions on your back, his fingers come to move your hair behind your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

You turn around swiftly, hands reaching to cup his face before you’re met with his reddened eyes, it's your turn now to brush away the tears before pressing your lips to his,

‘I should never have, Stevie, you, I-, you would never” You whisper against him his chest, the soft rise and fall lulling you into a state of haze and exhaustion. He presses his forehead to yours

“I just want to hold you now, god, I don't know what I will do if I don’t hold you” Steve replies muttering the words painfully. You wrap your arms around him, pressing yourself into his stomach as his biceps surround you. The sound of Steve's heartbeat, the rhythmic badum badum badum, engulfs you with a sense of tranquillity you hadn’t realised you couldn’t live without.

Steve, your sweet boy, was the one thing you couldn’t live without, without Steve, next to you, holding you between his arms, you don't think you would ever quite find sleep. Not anymore, not after him.

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geminixevans-stan · 1 year

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Little Elf

Pairing: Biker!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Words: 2.9k+

Summary: The reader wanted to spread some hoeliday cheer by giving a gift. But what comes with that gift is something that she’s wanted all along

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, explicit content, smut, Anal (f receive), daddy kink, use of handcuffs, spanking, anal play, and aftercare.

A/N: It’s been forever since I’ve written anything and thanks to my sweet flower @maladaptivexxdaydreaming for gracing me with this wonderful request! My muse jumped at it like it owed it money! Anywho! I hope you all love it! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

Divider by @firefly-graphics

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

You thought it would be a good idea to show him an early Christmas present. Even thought it would be cute to visit him at the clubhouse in an elf costume to hand deliver the gift yourself.

What you didn’t think about was the consequences of your actions.

The consequences being you bent over his desk, legs spread wide as both your wrists laid between your thighs with the pretty gift wrapped around them. Your pretty little elf skirt was long gone and the anticipation of what your Steve was going to do had your cunt glistening in the well-lit office.

“My pretty little elf, what am I going to do with you?” he hums, standing erect as can be as she scanned his handiwork of you on his desk. His growing bulge concealed behind his jeans as he watched your pretty pussy become wetter by the second.

If only you could see the look in his eyes as he looked you over, your eyesight thoroughly concealed by his favorite bandanna. But, you’ve seen that look more than once before.

Whenever you decided to try him, that menacing, daring look he gave was all you needed to plead for your life. Even though, they would always fall on deaf ears, causing you to have a sore ass and a wrecked pussy the day after.

You try to wiggle your way out of the position, only to yelp at the sharp sting of his hand as it landed on your soft cheeks, accompanied by a disapproving sound spilling from his lips.

“Ah ah little elf, you brought daddy a gift. A gift that I plan on using over and over again.”

A whimper falls from your lips, causing him to chuckle as you hear his footsteps become more prominent with each step he took. The excitement and nervousness confused you but, your body heating up only had one mission.

Be good for daddy… we broke a rule

That rule you ask? It was a fairly simple one and when Steve found out that it was broken… He was confused.

Confused because you looked so goddamn cute and delectable in your Elf outfit and pissed that someone could get a glimpse of his pussy with how short your skirt was. Way above your knees and almost short enough for everyone to see his initials permanently on your skin.

Steve Rogers could be the sweetest man on Earth… to you anyway. But even he had to let his princess know when and where to not fuck with him.

What better way to find out than today?

If it was bratty holiday cheer you wanted to spread, he was going to make sure he returned the favor. With perfect strides, he steps in front of you, lifting your chin up with one single finger as she bent down to nip at the skin of your lips, causing you to whimper softly for him.

“What rule did we break baby? Should be easy to answer since there was nothing under that pretty skirt of yours,” you could just see the smirk on his lips. You knew it just by the sarcastic tone in his voice.

And you hated it…

With your chin captured between his fingers, you bit your bottom lip, feeling it tremble as you started to speak, “I didn’t wear panties…”

“And why didn’t you, pretty elf?”

You were nervous, that was apparent. Yet, there was something in you that still wanted to test him. To see just how far you could push him until he had you a crying and sore mess.

With a simple shrug or a shrug that you could do with the position you were in, you give him the prettiest smile that you could give him and say, “I guess I forgot daddy. You know you have to help your dumb baby with these thi-,” his hand wrapping around throat cut off whatever else you needed to say.

His grip was firm but gentle as he rested his forehead against yours, the scent of his cologne wrapping around your nose as feel his warm breath on your face.

“You’re my dumb baby, that’s a fact. But not that fucking dumb. Wanted to be cute and now look at you, princess. Dripping all over my desk, and my gift around your wrists,” the slow sucking of his bottom lip being tucked between his teeth, alerted you of just how fucked you really were.

But, you were in too deep to start begging now. You poked the bear too much and now your ass was going to pay. Your breath was yours once more as you felt him leave the front of you, hearing his footsteps in the same area but now behind you.

“Thought long and hard about what I should do, princess and I’m going to apologize to that tight hole of yours for what I’m about to do to it,” his voice gravelly as he moves closer to you, gripping the soft globes of your ass before letting go and smacking them both at the same time.

A guttural moan escapes your throat at how deliciously painful the sting was to your skin, painful pins radiating through your scalp the moment Steve pulled your hair back and brought his hand back down to your skin again over and over.

“What? You want them to hear you too? Does my princess like being looked at? Heard by others?” he asks as she slides his hand over your throat again, squeezing even tighter, “I think I saw Ari with his eyes on you. Think he heard you just now?”

The grip on your throat caused for little words to spill out. But, you knew to answer or things would get much, much worse, “N-no daddy… No… AH!!” you shriek, feeling a harder slap on your other cheek.

Steve pulls your hair taut, leaning your head against his shoulder as she licks a slow stripe up your cheek, “You’re lying, little slut. I know you better than you know yourself. And…” his voice lowers, slipping his hand from your throat, you feel his thick digits spread your drenched folds open, running them up and down.

“My pussy tells me a different story, don’t you my precious cum dump?”

It was all true, your body betrayed you every single time. Steve had the key and he knew how to please your pussy like no other person could. From your very first date, Steve had claimed you and your sweet pussy as his and you let him.

Over and over and over again….

There was no denying him at this point. No reason to even put up a front to him. Whatever he had planned was going to happen no matter how hard you pleaded and besides…

You knew you could stop him whenever you said the magic word

The easy way out was not what you were looking for. You wanted Steve. Wanted to be his little fuck toy until he was tired and now was your chance. With a shaky breath, you let out a soft giggle, swiping your tongue over your bottom lip as you looked up at him, “Maybe daddy… Maybe Ari could fuck me better. Seems like you’ve lost your touch”

Silence…. Absolute silence.

Steve let out a low chuckle, the tick in his jaw apparent as he slowly let your hair go, “Oh princess… my sweet girl. I think you really are fucking dumb,” a low growl erupts from his lips, encasing you in his arms as she carefully takes you over to his sofa, dropping you down carefully.

He positions you with your face to the cushion, ass up and your wrists nestled between your legs as he takes his spot behind you, his chuckle returning as she grips your ass cheeks tightly and letting them go.

Your thighs were beyond drenched with slick, fresh droplets hanging from your lips as Steve admired you from behind.

“It’s such a shame, pretty elf. You look so good like this. Too bad you had to be a fuckin’ brat,” he murmurs, slapping your ass again as you hear the jingle of his belt being loosened and the button of his jeans popping. You can hear the rustle of his jeans and briefs being pushed down the same time, anticipation lacing your body as you lay your head against the plush sofa.

You sway your ass in the air, smirking before crying out as she lands another swat on your cheek, “Daddy please!”

Steve hums, sinking two fingers inside your drenched cunt as he pumps them slowly in and out of your soaked hole, “Oh we’re so done with manners baby. You wanted all my attention and now you have it,” coldness lacing his throat as he pumps his fingers inside you, hooking them expertly to bump against your spongy spot.

Moans slip from your lips as you feel him stretch and scissor your slippery opening, coating his fingers in your slick as you fall deeper and deeper into pleasure. Your body heating up from how close he could push you to the end.

“Oh… fuck, daddy. That’s so good, m’ so close” you whisper softly, feeling your cunt flutter and drip before he snatches his fingers from you. You whine protest, yelping when he slaps your ass again.

He leans over your body, his cock, pressing against your opening as your eyes flutter closed, “Only good girls get to cum. Let’s see how nice I am after I wreck that pretty hole of yours,” smacking your ass again before sinking his cock into your wet channel, groaning when he feels you wrap around him.

Steve curses under his breath, sinking in deeper as you let out a low groan, feeling every inch of him stretch you out, feeling him pulse inside of you. He leans back from your frame, spreading your cheeks apart and spitting on your puckered hole before slowly sinking his thumb inside and thrusts deeply into your tight pussy.

He snaps his hips slowly, inching his thumb deeper into your ass, leaning his head back as he enjoys the warmth of you around him, “Why’d ya have to be a brat baby? Huh?” he grunts, sliding all the way out to the tip, and thrusting back in as she knocks the breath out of you.

With each snap of his hips, Steve stretches you more and more, removing his thumb as you hear the pop of a top open and cold fluid drip over your tight hole. You try to move away, feeling both of his hands pull you back on his cock.

Your mouth hangs open at the feel of every inch of him inside of you, trembling when you know what’s coming next.

Steve wasted no time pulling from you, resting his cock between your soft cheeks. He grabs both globes in his hands, massaging them softly as she feels you relax for him, “That’s it my pretty elf, be good for me. Don’t wanna hurt you too bad,” he whispers, sliding his cock up and down between your cheeks, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, closing his eyes slowly.

You feel his cock harden fully, eyes widening under your blindfold at the damage you know he could do. Breathing deeply, you stay still, as he lines his cock up with your puckered hole, beginning to slowly push past the tight ring.

“Fuck… me” you groan out, clenching your hands closed as he sinks his thick cock further inside of you, feeling the stretch of every single inch, “Fuckfuckfuckkkkk, daddy”

“Goddammit princess, need to fuck this hole more often. Gripping me like a fucking vice” he grunts happily when he pushes every inch inside of you, “Look at that perfect ass. Swallowing my dick like a champ,” admiration in his tone as he squirts more lube on your hole.

He throws down the bottle, gripping your hips as she pulls his hips back and sliding back in slowly to get you used to his size before slamming back in gripping you tightly.

“Holy fuck! I didn’t mean it, daddy! Ow!”

Steve snaps his hips over and over, reaching down to rub circles over your clit as you begin to relax your tight ring around him, “Hm, I think you did baby. I think you wanted this. You wanted them to see what’s mine” he growls, changing the pace of his thrusts as he strokes you deeper, making you cry out in ecstasy.

He reaches forward, gripping your hair in his hand as he pounds your ass, the loud sounds of slapping skin and the noises coming from your lips echoing against the walls. You squeeze around him tighter, feeling the pleasure bloom in your core from the double stimulation.

“I just… wanted.. Fuck!” you whimper as his strokes become deeper and quicker. Juices dripping on his fingers as your mind goes blank.

“What was that pretty elf? Couldn’t hear you” he snaps his hips once making your cry out, “You were say dumb baby?” snapping his hips twice as you make the same noise again, “What’s the matter princess? Hm? Don’t tell you went dumb already” he coos, taking you squeezing around him as his answer before pounding you once more.

You words were incoherent, save for the sounds don’t stop daddy. Just like that. As you say it over and over again. All that was left of you was a blissed out slut, taking every single inch that her daddy gave her.

Wanted to get back on his good side was everything as he was showing you what happens when rules are broken. Steve couldn’t even be mad at you for acting out. He was busy beyond belief and there wasn’t anything else he would rather do than to be with you all day.

In some way, right now, he was making up for it. But oh, he was more than willing to put you back where you belonged in the process. You’ve acted out before but not to this extent. Steve had to make sure that his lesson was well learned.

He placed his hand at the small of your back, making you arch more as he crossed his arms over your ass and pounded into you tight hole deeply, making you feel every single part of him.

“Oh.. My… daddy… daddy” you whisper for only him to hear. Your head reaching into the clouds the higher he took you to pure bliss and pleasure.

Steve kept using you to his pleasure, keeping his pace just right as he could feel you squeezing him tighter and tighter, signaling the end coming near. He releases you from his grip, leaning over to tilt your head up with his hand as she strokes you deeply.

“Does my little elf wanna cum? Hm?” he asks, smiling when he sees you nod frantically, the act was all he needed to return him back to wrecking your ass.

With precision, Steve kept your back arched with his hand keeping you pressed down, snapping his hips, as the clapping sound of skin centered back to what he was doing. He licked his other fingers, dropping them down as he rubbed quick tight circles around your clit, hearing you moan out softly.

Spurts of slick dripped down into his palm as she brought it up to lick every single drop before returning his fingers back to your clit, “That’s my fucking girl. Cum for me little elf. Cum hard for daddy. Right. Now” he growls, while punctuating every syllable with the snap of his hips.

You didn’t need to be told twice, the dam gushing out of your pulsating pussy was first before your mouth flew open, the most pornographic sounds spilling from them as orgasm after orgasm began to crash down on you.

The splashing of your release quickly triggered his as he pushed deep inside of you, filling you tight hole with rope after rope of his cum. Steve held your hips, groaning loudly as she filled you, “Fuck! Goddamn, princess, keep cummin’ on my cock just like that,” Steve’s voice trembled as he emptied himself, pulling out and slamming back in as he filled you with another load.

The pulse of his cock only triggered another release for you, feeling yourself collapse on the couch as Steve followed you, kissing down your back slowly before pulling out and unlocking the handcuffs from your wrists.

You try to move, only to be pushed down softly when you hear the clicking sound of a camera, tensing up automatically.

Steve presses a kiss to your shoulder, before the sound happens again, “Just me, princess. Just taking a pic of art,” he murmurs, almost getting hard again at his cum leaking out of your ass.

He hums, softly, taking you in his arms as he lays back on the couch with you on his lap. You rest your head on his shoulder, relaxing as she rubs aloe all over your cheeks, kissing your body all over as she takes care of you.

“Did so good for me, so fucking good,” he whispers, opening up a bottle of water and pressing it to your lips, giving a satisfied hum when you drink half the bottle before pushing it away.

Steve holds you tight, feeling the light breath on his neck as you lay on him, feeling completely satisfied. You feel his soft lips, press to your temple, making you snuggle close as she gives a soft chuckle.

“What did we learn baby?”

The answer rings in your ear as you lean up to look into his eyes, smiling softly, “Never wear panties…”

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fushic0re · 1 year

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⸺ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄

𝟰𝟬𝘀!𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗩𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝘅 𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗔!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — thanks to the super soldier serum, steve gets to appreciate your body in a way he never had before.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — 18+ ONLY; MDNI. porn without plot. smut: penetrative sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, creampie, copious amounts of cum bc i’m disgusting, pussy drunk steve.

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

PUFFS OF AIR TICKLED your ear as sharp exhales left your lover’s body.

You too felt as if the oxygen had been drawn outside of your tiny little room in your shared Brooklyn apartment. You were lightheaded as Steve vigorously thrusted in and out of your cunt, the newfound heaviness from him and the heat radiating from his body still an unfamiliar furor to you. His hands were significantly bigger and meatier, able to engulf both of your wrists in one and pin them above your head. His chest was broader and fuller, the wall of muscle fiercely protecting the thumping heart that lay beneath it. His legs were longer and robust, never faltering despite the immense pleasure he felt while he was inside of you. And those arms. The arms that held you every night were large and burly. Nonetheless, they were feelings you welcomed with

He was still your Steve.

You knew he was when he removed his dewy face from the crook of your neck and stared right through your soul with those crystalline eyes. He gazed at you like a man seeing the sun for the first time. And perhaps he was. With his newfangled heightened senses, Steve could now view your beauty without interference. You resembled Aphrodite reincarnated as you lay underneath him, features twisted into an expression of pure ecstasy. Your skin glowed in the candle light exquisitely, the tiny beads of sweat resembling tiny crystals shimmering against you. You were something straight out of a renaissance painting. Only no one else would see you like this, needy and wanton. Just him.

Like a shark sniffing out blood in the ocean, all rational parts of his brain shut down as his nose picked up the barest waft of your arousal. His jaw clenched as his pupils dilated. Steve’s clear-water ocean blues now donned a deeper shade, the kind of blue that made you fear what lurked below the undiscovered waters.

“Fuck,” Steve groaned, his eyes involuntarily rolling to the back of his skull as your velvety walls squeezed his member when the tip of it hit a particular spot within you. “Fuck, sweetheart, I can smell you.”

A part of you felt embarrassed for a brief moment, the overly self-conscious part of you snapping you out of your trance. But then you looked up and were met with the sight of the love of your life plowing into you anomalistically, looking the most feral you had ever seen the golden boy look through the entirety of you knowing him. His gilded locks were a mess, pieces sticking to his sweat covered forehead. His head was slightly bowed, shoulders hunched as he slowly began to lose control.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” Steve whispered. “I didn’t think you could even feel any better—”

Releasing your hands from his vice grip, he grabbed hold of your hips for purchase. You could feel your delicate skin bruising under the pads of his fingers. Your Steve was not fully cognizant of his strength quite yet, you knew he could never leave a single mark on your body unless you begged for it. Yet, you cared not. His ferociousness was unleashing something within you. You liked watching him lose control in his new body of his that defied limitations. You were experiencing all of these newfound sensations right alongside him.

Your body jerked violently against the bed from the force behind each impel. With a sharp gasp followed by a string of pornographic, staccato cries, you outstretched your arms to pull him to you. Your vermillion varnished nails sunk into the meat of his back as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Look at me, Stevie,” You begged, swollen lips brushing against his. “Please.”

As if he was under your spell, his eyes snapped open to meet yours. A small whimper escaped his lips, his eyes falling shut for just a split second before he forced them open again, unable to look away from you for the life of him.

“I can see you,” He breathed in awe, eyed widening. “Holy shit, I can really see you.” His gaze trailed your body before finding its way back up to your face. “You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart. The prettiest thing I have ever seen. Look how well you take me.”

It was your turn to whimper, his honeyed praises and the precision of his thrusts a deadly combination. Steve was right there with you. His nerves felt like they were on fire in the best way possible. Every vein on his cock was hypersensitive, highly receptive to every drag against your walls. He crashed his lips against yours as he lost control, shooting his load inside of you. Your own reverie hit you like a bus the second the first rope of cum painted your cavern. You mewled into his mouth, embracing him tightly as you felt his large body tremble. His moans turned into deep, guttural growls as he fucked his spent into you. Steve’s body fell forward weakly, his muscles turning into jelly as your pussy twitched around him.

With another growl and wave of trembles, he came once more. He sloppily continued to pump himself in and out of you, creating a mess where you were adjoined.

"Stevie,” You murmured, pressing kisses against his shoulders, chest, and neck as he came down from his high.

He went completely lax against you, resting his head on your chest as he wrapped his arms around you. With an ear flushed against your bosom, he listened to the sound of your heart with a clarity he never thought was possible. It was his new favorite song. Once its rampant pounding reached a ritardando, he lifted his head. His own heart swelled as he admired you in your afterglow. You belonged in the Sistine Chapel to be rightfully worshipped. Or perhaps in a Greek mythology book.

And yet, here you remained. With him.

Your eyes met his, and the two of you giggled in shock and disbelief. You nuzzled your nose against his before kissing him sweetly.

“This…This isn’t throwing you off?” Steve asked innocently.

You could not believe he had the sheer audacity to even ask you that after what had just occurred, but he wouldn’t be Steve if he didn’t. That was all the confirmation you needed.

“You’ll always be my Stevie.”

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cevansbrat0007 · 8 days

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Coming Soon: The Marked Ones

Introducing The Marked Ones, a brand new shifter romance featuring Bucky Barnes, Ari Levinson, and Steve Rogers on their quest to find their fated mates. More to come!

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awesomerextyphoon · 8 months

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Steve: I lost the bet.

You: Which bet?

Bucky: Well this punk bet that Thor wouldn't know what a 'home run' meant.

You: Why?!

Steve: Tony was going on and on calling me an '100 Year Old Virgin'-

You: We all know that's not true! Bucky and I saw to that. For hours I might add!

Steve: He kept calling me that when I had some trouble understanding Quantum Computing.

Bucky: This is why you need to get better with comebacks.

You: This from the guy who thought living on $10K for a week was a cruel punishment!

Steve: Damn-

Bucky: Language, punk!

Steve: Sorry.

You: So how does Thor fit into any of this?

Steve: Yeah. I was thinking of anything to get Tony off my back when Thor walked into the kitchen.

You: That's when you made the bet, huh?

Steve: Turns out he and Selvig watched sports together.

You: So what did you lose?

Steve: Well...

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Steve: I can't believe I'm doing this!

Bucky: How're the shorts?

Steve: WAY too tight.

You: Yeah they are!

Sam: Why does your tank top say 'I'm a Bi Brooklyn Bitch'?

Bucky and You: Tony.

Sam: Figures.

Steve: I have to wear this all over Midtown.

You: At least you don't have to hide it anymore.

Nat: The Press is gonna have a field day.

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syntheticavenger · 10 months

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new rules - fourteen

Has it really been a year since I wrote for this fic? Sheesh!

As a reminder, I no longer have a tag list. Please follow @synths-library - that is where I reblog my new content!

word count: 2.5K

warnings: 18+ ONLY. Language, mentions of regicide, mentions of violence, angst, mentions of cheating (not on the Reader), vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), talks of virginity and sexuality.

prince! steve rogers x princess reader

amazing moodboard by @pictures-inmy-mind | divider by @firefly-graphics

new rules masterlist

summary | done with his daughter’s antics, a king makes a decree that she will marry one of his king’s guards, whether she wants to or not.

Grace peers outside, the handwritten letter crushed in her hand, aware of the person standing behind her.

“Are you here to give me your apologies?” Her voice is controlled, even as she feels herself losing the battle with her composure.

“Would it make it better?”

Your father stands behind her, eyes focusing on the letter in her hand. Grace lifts her head higher, breathing in deeply, her back to him still.

“No. I’d much prefer you tell me that you told me so. Do you believe this is the best course of action? Removing a queen from her kingdom?”

“Better than her being dragged out by her husband’s mistress and his bastard son.”

Her breath catches in her throat at his words, the letter fluttering to the ground. Her forehead presses against the glass, her exhale fogging up the window.

“I always thought that I did everything right. I followed the rules to the letter, Father. I gave up what I wanted for a title. A marriage that joined our two kingdoms together because I was the oldest and I needed to set an example. I have always been the golden child and now, because of a scandal, I have to leave everything I’ve gained? Do you not see how insulting that is for me? For my girls? I wanted a life of my own and I almost had that once but this… this was my duty and I did it.”

“Do you not trust your father? It is for the best.”

“The best for whom?” Grace whirls around, tears in her eyes. “For your precious other daughters? The ones who share your very blood?”

“This is not what this is about. It is about the strength of our family, despite the circumstances you have found yourself in. You are my daughter, through and through. If I did not have the amount of love for you that I have had since I laid eyes on you, since the moment I knew your mother was going to have you, I would not be standing here to help you out of this scandal.”

“It is his scandal to bear! Not mine!”

“Then you will never understand what it means to be a queen. Nor will you ever understand the amount of slander and libel that will be lobbied in your direction once they hear he has decided to move in his new family. I will handle this, make no mistake, my child. For when you hurt, I hurt. When my family is broken, I will exact revenge, I promise you that. I promise my granddaughters the same. You will move from this house, to Codmare Cottage with the girls.”

“Father, I -”

“Now, Grace. I will have your things packed up but you must go.”

Sniffling, Grace pushes past her father, leaving him to pick up the letter and examine it, before he lowers his head in dismay.

Thor peeks in on Brunn, her weapons laid out on the counter, freshly cleaned and repaired. Without even turning around, she places her hands on the counter.

“What do you want?”

“There’s a briefing in a little. Queen Grace is heading to Codmare within the next few hours.”

“Noted,” Brunn says quietly. “Anything else?”

“Yes.”

She turns to look over her shoulder, Thor swallowing hard at the sight of her. She’s never cried before in front of him, let alone show any emotion but he can see her teeth running over her lower lip, as if she wants to say something.

“Will you be assisting her?” Brunn asks him.

Thor shakes his head at her question.

“No. She will be assigned to Sam. I told you, Brunnhilde, it was in the past.”

“So that makes it okay?”

“No, it doesn’t,” Thor answers her, taking a step inside. “I want you to understand that just because it’s the past doesn’t mean I turn my back on it. It isn’t a closed door, something that remains off limits. It won’t be until I can make it up to you.”

“Make it up to me?” Brunn scoffs, nodding her head in disbelief. “Does she know that you’re finished? That you can just walk away like it never happened? Does she know about you and her younger sister?”

“She knows I’m finished,” Thor responds. “I let her know in the best way I could. I’m sorry, Brunnhilde. I can sit with these feelings that I have, the feelings I have for you and reconcile that what I’ve done was wrong and that I have hurt you. I know that.”

“Good,” Brunn shoots back, turning her back on him. “Then you’ll know me well enough that I need to be alone.”

“I do. Sam will be around in an hour or so to settle in and get information. I’ve told him to come to you if you have any questions on what she would require.”

“Where will you be?”

“On a task.”

When she can no longer feel him behind her, Brunn exhales a breath, focusing on the weapons on the table in front of her.

“I’m not supposed to be here, you know,” Steve says against your forehead, your eyes closing at the feel of his arms around you. “Your father would have my head for this.”

“Would he?” you whisper, nuzzling his beard before kissing him. “I believe this is your proper place.”

“Not yet,” he purrs against your neck. “Though your pictures did you no justice when I see you in person, you brat.”

His fingers slip between your legs, his fingers inching up inside you.

“I can’t tell what you like better,” he wonders, your back arching slightly when his lips kiss your collarbone. “Earlier it was my mouth… maybe it’s both?”

“Maybe.” You shiver, feeling him move down lower, his hands seemingly everywhere and nowhere all at once, enough to make you dizzy with how he knows just where to touch, where to kiss that you’re uncertain that he doesn’t have a map of your body somewhere.

Or, he’s just that good, something your brain realizes, shutting down the jealous response that threatens to rear its ugly head. None of that matters now, not when he’s spent the weekend in your bed, teaching you new things and learning what you like, stopping short of giving you what you truly want. Lia has made it seem like heaven and earth but you’re not sure if it could be better than his hands.

“S-Steve,” you keen, your thighs in his hands, his tongue dipping into your entrance.

“Hmm?”

“Oh my god,” you pant, Steve nipping at the sensitive skin.

“It’s Steve,” he teases before his fingers find a rhythm that leaves you breathless.

King Adam opens the door to his office, a man sitting in his chair, looking up in surprise.

“Ah, King Adam,” the tall, slender man purrs with a smile and nod. “Lovely to see you in the flesh.”

“I must say that you are bold. Last time I heard news of you, it was that you were locked away, awaiting a trial, was it? I don’t think King Joseph takes kindly to one kidnapping a princess, lest it be one that is in the sights of his prodigal son.”

“A mere piece of a puzzle, I assure you, Your Majesty,” Loki responds with a grin. “Though I assure you that no trial can hold me. I created the narrative for Brokelen and I simply do not any longer.”

“They know you as a traitor to the crown.”

“And you know me as a keeper of your secrets,” Loki reminds him. “Or at least, I was, until you decided to think with your other head. How do you think your people will take your mistress? Your bastard son? To install them into the palace is quite bold, Your Majesty. Some may say foolish.”

“What I do is my business. My wife is frigid, a bastard of her own name. What is another?”

“Precisely why I am here. You tell me what you know and I will craft your relationship into a more… palatable story.”

“You’re a wanted man.”

“And you’re about to be a disgraced king. Which will it be? Lose what little respect you have on the world stage or keep your secret.”

“Grace knows already.”

“So she does. Banished to Codmore Cottage, I believe. The family is doing its own damage control. Not that I can blame them. She’s done much to bring shame to her family.”

“So have you,” King Adam sneers. “You’re worse than I am.”

“No, Your Majesty. We are simply cut from the same cloth. I’m slightly tailored better than you, of course. It’s quite simple. I want Brokelen to fall and you want to keep your secret from getting out. We can come to an accord, I am sure.”

“What is it?”

Loki stands, extending his hand.

“That’s for me to create and for you to follow along. For now, keep your mistress and child where they are. Let me handle the rest.”

King Adam shakes it, Loki nodding.

“Lay low,” Loki instructs. “Not a peep out of you, Your Majesty, until I say so.”

The door opens for Grace, a handsome man standing at the door, offering his hand. There are no photographers, no paparazzi yelling her name. Only the sound of the water fountain in the background, the crunch of her heels on the gravel when she finally stands.

Codmore Cottage seems smaller than she remembers, the lights on upstairs as she’s well aware that is where her daughters are. Humiliation hits her when she’s led up the steps, thinking of what she’s left behind.

There’s only so much emotion one can keep inside, the door opening to the well decorated space. This is where she will call home until she can find a suitable replacement, even if her father has told her that it may take a while. It feels surreal to know she’s removed from a place that she once only dreamed about, only to have it cruelly stolen from her.

This man that introduces himself to her as Sam isn’t Thor, the comfort she once sought out but now knows will never happen again.

He said it himself in writing.

Perhaps the apology was a deathblow to her pride, Thor putting an explanation to paper as to why it was and always had been a mistake. Through his words, she can tell that someone else is on his mind, one that cannot compare to her – though it sounds like he doesn’t want to even begin to try.

“Your aides will be here tomorrow,” Sam reminds her gently, Grace simply nodding at his words. “Is there anything I can do for you in the meantime?”

“I want to be alone.”

“Of course. I’ll be outside if you need.”

Once the door closes, Grace lets herself cry, ripping off the wedding ring from her finger and throwing it against the wall in a fit of anger, covering her mouth to keep from crying.

Exiled.

It’s a heavy word, one that she repeats over and over until she can’t hold it in any longer. Her lapses in judgment ended as quickly as they had come. You would never have to endure such a thing, such a rampant disrespect as she.

Neither would Lia.

Speaking to the press is forbidden, something Grace knows is completely off limits and yet she yearns to tell her side of the story, to accuse her husband of the same cruelty that she has inflicted on her own family.

So much to say and no one to say it to that will listen.

“Mother?” comes the voice of one of the girls. “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” Grace answers quickly. “Stay upstairs, my angels. I’ll be up in a moment.”

Patting her pocket, she realizes that she doesn’t have Thor’s letter, her panicked thoughts sending her toward the foyer to search through her purse.

Steve knocks on the door to your father’s office. It’s early enough for him to know that there is no one else there to answer as his aides aren’t up until another hour.

“Come in,” your father instructs from the other side, Steve opening the door and closing it behind him.

“Your Majesty,” Steve says with a bow of his head.

“This is formal,” your father says with a hint of curiosity in his voice. “And early.”

“I’ve come to tell you that I’m heading out to Brokelen. There’s a threat. Loki escaped his cell and fled.”

“My God,” your father mutters. “What do you need?”

“That’s not why I’m here. I can handle Loki on my own. I’ve come for another matter.”

“Oh?”

Steve places a box on the table, your father looking up at him.

“I want to marry her, Your Majesty. I don’t care where, quite honestly. I just… I know what I feel, former agreements notwithstanding. I would like your permission.”

Your father stands up, pushing the chair back.

“Then you shall have it, my son.”

Steve nods, your father handing him the ring box.

“You must promise me one thing,” your father continues.

“Anything, Your Majesty.”

“You will never crush her spirit the way I did once. Let her be wild, let her be herself. In that, she will be your greatest gift.”

“Of course,” Steve says, emotion overwhelming him for a moment. “Always.”

You catch Steve leaving your father’s office, following him silently as he heads outside, taking in the first sight of dawn.

“Are you leaving me again?” you ask, Steve’s shoulders slightly dropping at your question.

“For a little.”

“Why?”

“Because there is unfinished business I need to complete.”

“Loki,” you reply with a nod of your head. “I understand.”

“Do you?” Steve asks you, his head turning toward you.

“I do. Whatever you must do, I trust you to return.”

“Trust or order?”

“Order,” you reply, your head held high. “There’s much I haven’t learned yet.”

“Is that only what I am to you, Princess?” Steve cups your face in his hands. “Or more?”

“A lady never tells.”

“You tell me so much without words.”

He winks at you, making you laugh before you hold him closer.

“Do you promise to make it back in one piece?”

“I can’t promise that. I couldn’t keep you safe, myself.”

Reaching up behind you, you unclasp your necklace, letting it fall into his hands.

“What did they used to call it in the old times? A favor?” you tell him, closing your hand over his. “You keep it safe until you come back and I promise to be on my best behavior.”

“I’ll have a surprise for you when I return.”

You nod, reaching up to pull down his collar to kiss him.

“I love surprises.”

James opens the door to see Brunn standing in front of him, tossing him a bag that he catches square in his chest.

“Where’s the fight?”

“No fight yet,” Brunn says, turning on her heels. “But we’re going to find King Adam. I have an inkling he knows what’s to come.”

“Does Steve know?”

Brunn continues walking, giving a signal to the Valkyrie that are waiting, rounding the corner while James follows.

“Who do you think sent me?”

“You realize that King Adam probably has his army guarding him wherever he is.”

James looks at the contingent of guards that are waiting, their commander in front of them as he nods at Brunn.

“Then it’s a good thing I know exactly where to find him,” Thor answers him.

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fakefiller · 1 year

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Dream of Me.

Warnings — frat!bucky, phone sex, mutual masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, sliiiiight mommy kink if you squint.

You were about to turn in for the night, the intense pain in your lower back, the pain that was keeping you up, slowly dissipated as the clock on your wall ticked. A deep breath of relief ricocheted through the quiet atmosphere and it was almost silent. You let your thoughts escape you, the once rowdy noise in your head being limited to a quiet static.

This wasn’t enough.

You take another deep breath, zeroing in on the silence as you slip a hand into the waistband of your thin, pink panties. The fabric brushes against your wettened hole while you gently rub semi-circles on your clit and you wince at the feeling. Your head falls back into your cool, satin pillows when you insert a finger, the pace and sensitivity driving you closer to your high.

Until your phone rings.

The pink vintage receiver you have hooked up on your bedside table vibrates with every ring and you sob internally, wondering ‘who could be calling at this time of night?’ Without missing a beat of anger, you hastily pick up the phone and shove it to your ear.

“Who is it?” You ask groggily, irritation prominent in your tone.

“I’m sorry for the late call, princess. I just need to know if you have the My Chemical Romance lighter I left on your couch.” Bucky responds, and you feel the tension slip away as he speaks.

“God – can you call later? It’s 2 in the morning and I was busy.” Your voice was meek, trying to tell him what you were doing without saying it.

“I’m about to roll up and I need my lighter. If I didn’t need it, you know I wouldn’t have called right now.”

“Okay well go ask Steve for his! I’m surprised you’re not doing it together. I was busy!”

He can almost hear the way you rolled your eyes into your head, not missing the way your voice got an octave higher. Your hand hovers over your sweet hole, a dull ache replacing the pleasure you once felt.

“He left his with Sharon. Hey – what could you be busy with at-”

“Bucky.” You cut him off sternly with warning in your voice.

“I didn’t peg you as the masturbation type, sweetheart. How’s it going?” Bucky’s question sends electricity to your core. Was he teasing? Or was he genuinely curious?

“It’d be much better if you hung up so I can fucking focus.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do. Hang up.”

“You’re more than capable of hanging up, sweetheart.”

“Just do it, Bucky. You’re a pervert.”

He laughs at that, a guttural one. Without thinking, your finger gently slips back into your aching hole, the intrusion causing you to let out a low whimper.

“What was that?” Bucky questions and you snap your legs closed.

“I uh, almost dropped the phone. That’s all.” You breathe out, mentally cursing from being so naive that you could keep quiet.

“I don’t think phones make noises that pretty, baby. You gonna be honest this time?”

His words create a wave of arousal which immediately travels to your soaked cunt. Before you answer, you take a deep breath, blowing out the trapped air from your nose.

“I slipped a finger in. It hurts Buck, I just wanna cum.”

Your admission makes his cock twitch in his sweatpants, his semi becoming a full chub within seconds. He can’t tell if it’s from your voice, the time, or what you just said to him and he doesn’t care to figure it out.

“Touch yourself for me princess.” Bucky coos and your eyes almost roll back into your head.

“I already am.. can you do it with me?” The question floats in the air for a second before anything else is said.

“Y-Yeah I can let me just grab lube – I like it wet.” You can hear him grunt as he reaches for the bottle that you assume is on some kind of night stand.

“Then you’d love me.” You let out a meek laugh. “I’m dripping as I speak.” Unbeknownst to you he bucked his hip into the air at your words, his cock weeping into his boxers with precum.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum before I even start if you keep talking like that.” He sighs, pulling down the restricting layers before flipping open the bottle of lube and pouring some onto the length of him that sat pressed against his abs.

“Sorry – I’m eager. I wanna sleep.” You yawn, fingers gently pressing against your cunt.

“You don’t have to wait on me princess, I’ll catch up.”

“W-What are you wearing right now?” The question startles you, and you're the one who asked it.

“I was wearing gray sweats and the boxers you bought me for friendsgiving but I uh, took them off due to this circumstance.”

You sigh at the thought of him stark naked, cock between his fist and being gently lathered in the smooth liquid.

“Mmm..” Is all you can respond with as you tuck the receiver under your ear and between your shoulder to use your thumb to rub circles on your clit.

“How about you princess?” He takes a beat to lift his cock from its resting place on his stomach and gives it a home in his fist, the pressure making him wince.

“I’m wearing the um, the baby pink set you bought me last week. The bralette and underwear but they're pretty soaked now so..” You reply between pants, trying to find a rhythm between the fingers sliding in and out of you and the tantalizingly slow pace on your sensitive bud.

A guttural groan mixed with sloppy wet noises follows the end of your sentence and it’s obvious how that affected him. He gets lost in the feeling of his hand gliding up and down his shaft to respond.

“I keep going too fast – I wish it was you, here, controlling my pace.” Bucky whispers, and you whine at his words, working in a second finger.

“Yeah? You want mommy there to help you, baby?” You coo, hearing him whimper on the other end.

“Shit, yes, I need you. Wanna feel your pretty cunt grip my cock.” He sighs, fist eagerly pumping up and down.

“Fuck, Jamie–” Your eyes shut with knitted brows accompanying them as you stroke your g-spot with both fingers.

“I love it when you say my name, I gotta hear it when I fuck you.�� His moan bellows through the receiver and you hold back your own, scared to wake up your roommate.

“You can take it whenever, James. I’m yours, baby. All – fuck – yours.” Bucky can hear the squelching of your wetness with every thrust of your fingers and it grosses you out but turns him on even more.

“I’m close princess, so close.” He drags out and you don’t miss the echo of his fist hitting the base of his cock with every stroke.

“Me too - I can’t wait to cum all over your thick cock, I need you stretching me out. My fingers aren’t enough.” You cry, your hearing dulling and vision blanking for a few seconds as you imagine him sliding in and out of you and taking the place of your fingers.

It falls silent for a moment until you hear his heavy breathing continue. “Shitshitshit, I’m cumming, fuckohmygod.” His words and your name become a chant, spilling out of his mouth until he’s spent on his stomach, forcing himself through his high.

You spasmed around your fingers, head lulling back into your pile of pillows, voice getting higher and higher. The receiver drops from your shoulder to your chest as your orgasm washes over you, stars of white clouding your mind. Your body goes numb while you come down from your climax, breath escaping you.

“Fuck, I need to see you later. Come by my room after your 2 pm class?” Bucky sighs as beads of sweat drip down his forehead.

“Mhm.” You reply sleepily, pushing the receiver off of you and onto the edge of your bed.

“Goodnight, princess. Dream of me, okay?” Bucky’s voice seemed to have dropped an octave, giving you more fuel to sleep.

All he receives is a faint sigh of approval before you’re fast asleep, legs crossed under the dry part of your comforter. Laundry will a problem for future you but its the last thing on your mind.

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In the end, it's you and I

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, smut, soft moments, breeding kink, that's it. 18+, MINORS DNI.

A/N: So, @maladaptivexxdaydreaming sent me this GIF and oh GOSH. It evoked something inside me. So here goes, ig.

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"Shh."

It wasn't just a sound. It was a sentence in itself. If you'd asked your past self about the sound, she would've said it annoyed her; big time. To be honest, one only hears the "shh" sound as a toddler or a child. Hearing it as an adult is just considered rude.

Or so you thought. That was before you met Steve. It seemed like that was his favourite thing to say.

"Shh."

That's all he said, as he held you, rocking you gently as you held onto him, crying your heart out.

"It's ok, sweetheart. Let it all out."

You clung to him, reliving everything. You lost her. Your best friend, no, your sister almost. She had succumbed to the deathly disease. You had held her till her last breath, just as Steve was holding you right now. You tried to stop, but the tears kept coming. You held on to him, like you were holding on for dear life.

"Shhh." He whispered, pressing soft, feather light kisses into your hair. You didn't even know how much time passed as he held you like that, occasionally gently rocking you. You woke up the next morning, in his bed; a glass of water on the nightstand. He'd slept on the sofa outside, keeping a watch on you all night.

In the morning, he'd made you breakfast; your favourite waffles and OJ. There were no words spoken, but the quiet domesticity spoke volumes.

"Shhhh, sweetheart." He'd muttered through gritted teeth, covering your mouth with his palm as a moan slipped through your lips. A boring black-tie affair in Captain America's honour couldn't be spiced up in any way, yet here you were. Being pounded into within an inch of your life just behind the stage, where your husband would be getting an award.

You squeezed your eyes shut, a myriad of emotions flowing through you. But at the top of the list, there was only one coursing through your veins. And that was lust. You held onto his blazer with a death grip, wrinkling it in the process; but you didn't care. He was making you feel too good for you to give a damn.

His grip tightened on your waist, as he literally pounded you into the wall, hitching your leg on his hip. You gasped behind his mouth as he crashed his lips to yours, swallowing the sound.

You watched your husband from the audience, as his cum leaked into your ruined panties. Guess there were perks to being Mrs. America after all; a boring black-tie affair finally became interesting.

Running your fingers through his hair, you begged, beseeched him to let you come before you were caught in flagrante delicto. You could sense that he, too, was close, as he came with a grunt, his hot spend coating your walls; his hands gripped your hips a little too tightly. You came around him with a squeak; your walls tightening around him, trying to make him a part of you.

"Shhh, princess." You heard him mutter.

You checked the clock, which read 3:00 AM. Groaning, you sleepily made your way down to the kitchen to warm up a bottle of milk. You groggily walked to the nursery, ready to take over. Just as you neared the room, you heard Steve softly sing to your baby, his voice lilting through the silence of the early hours.

"Don't cry, my princess. Daddy's here. He's always gonna be here for you. And that's a promise."

Your daughter started fidgeting again, searching for food as you walked in and handed him the bottle, knowing better than to get in the way of daddy and his precious daughter, who had managed to wrap him around her little finger in a short period of 3 months.

You went back to bed, hearing his muffled "shhh."

A few years ago, if someone had shushed you, you would've punched them. But ever since you met Steve, there couldn't have been a more sweeter sound.

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East Coast Ridin’

Driving along the East Coast with Steve Rogers started off okay, but quickly it began to spiral as both of you became agitated with the other.

Warnings: 18+, degradation, slight dumbification, car sex, public sex, teasing, spanking

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"Mhm I love this song" you smile, the warm breeze hitting your face as the sweet words of your favorite artist came blasting through your old stereo system. You shut your eyes tightly and imagine being back home. The fresh air was like a warm hug. You missed driving down long bendy roads and staring off into the distance at the mountain ranges. Trees were plentiful and each one sprung bright green leaves that cascaded shadows onto the ground. That's exactly what this song reminded you of. Home.

As the song came to a close, you opened your eyes to see Steve giving you a heated stare.

"What?" You laugh.

"You're so beautiful when you're thinking," he blushes. His blue eyes now refusing to meet yours as he focuses on the road ahead.

Did Steve Rogers just flirt?

A wide grin spreads across your lips. Steve was stoic and hardly ever let his thoughts become real life words. You didn’t expect for him to say something so bold.

"So I'm beautiful huh?" you tease.

"Breathtakingly gorgeous. If I turned to look at you I'm sure I'd crash this pretty mustang of yours."

Your breath hitches. "Don't play like that, you’re lucky I let you drive her in the first place!"

"She does ride awfully well. I see why you're so in love with her."

It was true. The light blue convertible was your most prized possession. After driving past your neighbors house and seeing the beauty sitting in the yard with a "for sale" sign attached to the window, you knew that baby was yours. She came home with you a few days later and no matter how many shop visits she requires, you still have zero regrets.

With the top down, the wind attempting to blow through your thick hair, you stare out into the distance. The roads were practically empty and the only sights to see were empty fields of corn and scattered farm animals. You had a long ways left till you reached the mission location in Virginia, and the both of you were exhausted.

You shook your head in annoyance, "not sure why you didn't want to take the jet."

"What? Tired of me already?" He chuckles, reaching over and shoving your knee jokingly.

"And if I am?" You test.

"Then I guess I'll drop you off at the nearest airport and meet you there...with the car," he smirks.

You gasp. "Over my dead body."

Steve erupts in laughter, his head finally turning to meet your eyes as they crinkle from his smile.

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As the bright afternoon began to transition into a purple sunset, the top of your car was pulled back up. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, the close proximity between you and Steve in the car much more noticeable.

You watch him drive, his body positioned far back, one hand on the wheel while the other rested on the shift gear. And after hours of wind blowing through his hair, he looks surprisingly adorable. He didn’t look like the clean and tidy Captain that you were familiar with. Instead he truly seemed carefree.

"You keep staring at me," he states, interrupting your gawking and shocking you back into reality.

"What?" You sputter.

He glances at you, a knowing smirk on his stupid face. “I said, you’ve been staring at me for the past five miles.”

“Does it make you nervous?” You question, not wanting to back down and admit that you were indeed staring at him intently.

Steve’s voice comes out shaky, “No.”

You turn your face towards him dramatically, eyes gleaming humorously as Steve becomes visibly frustrated.

“You’re distracting me,” he sighs.

“Am I?” You grin.

Confidence blooming inside of your body, you take your hand and trail it along his pants. Slowly you inch your way upwards, pausing at the waistband.

He says your name, warning you to stop. But you were never one to follow the Captain's orders without a fight.

You slid your hand underneath his sweats, brushing over his hair and letting it rest on top of his groin.

Suddenly Steve swerves right sending you tumbling to the side. “The fuck Rogers!” You shout, eyes wide as he pulls over onto the side of the road and stops the car.

“Get out,” he states calmly. “I’m not gonna tell you twice.”

“Are you forgetting who’s car—"

He shoots you a menacing glare, eyebrow raised as if daring you to finish that sentence.

Standing your ground, you cross your arms against your chest.“This is my car. I’m staying inside of it.”

Clearly you provided the wrong answer because Steve hops out of the vehicle and makes his way to the passenger side. And before you even have the chance the lock the door he was grabbing you, pulling you out and slamming you against the side of the car.

He presses himself against you, nose grazing against your neck as he threatens you to say anything.

“This what you been wanting doll? Wanted me to pull over so I could fuck you for being such a damn brat.”

“Yes,” you breath.

Steve pulls your hair until your lips were only inches apart. “Yes what?” He tests.

You froze, unsure of what to say next. “Yes Steve?” You whisper hesitantly.

He flips your sundress up quickly, a loud slap sounding against your ass. “Try again,” he spat.

Pain and pleasure began to swirl inside of you. The sting still prominent against your skin as you try again. “Yes Captain.”

“Atta girl.” He kisses you roughly, one hand gripping your chin while the other crept its way to your entrance.

You already knew what he would find the moment he pulls down your panties. Being trapped with a man that made you achingly horny for an entire car ride was a dangerous game. One that you had clearly lost because your underwear is soaked completely.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Steve slides his cock out. He knew he couldn’t judge you, not when his own pants had been growing a wet spot after only an hour in of the trip.

You whimper as he began to slowly grind into you. He was thick, veins creeping around his cock making him hypersensitive to every little movement you make. His head was already dripping with pre-cum, the milky substance landing itself between your thighs as he pushes inside of you.

He slid into you with ease, heavy groans escaping his lips from the tight feel. You felt your walls stretch around him, encapsulating him until you withheld everything he had to give.

Steve presses into you roughly, his thrusts quick and deep. He was louder than you expected him to be, filthy words flowing from his lips and serenading you like a song.

A flash of bright lights came into your peripheral vision. Headlights. But Steve had no intentions of stopping. In fact he grips you harder, his mouth hovering over yours as he tells you how pretty you look trapped within his arms.

He reaches down to rub your clit, his grunts growing louder the closer the car approaches.

The car honks loudly, curses flowing from the drivers mouth before continuing to drive off. You wanted to feel embarrassed but instead all you felt was Steve’s cock driving in and out of your sopping cunt. This entire situation was obscene and yet you loved every moment of it.

Arousal floods your core and suddenly you felt yourself gushing against him, screaming out in pleasure as your knees began to buckle.

Steve quickly held you upwards, his pace remaining the same as he sought out to finish inside of you.

“See what you did doll? Came all over me like the little slut you are. You liked being caught didn’t you?” He taunts.

You could hardly speak, words beginning to flow from you mindlessly. “M’sorry,” you babble. At this point, your mind was growing fuzzy and all you want is to feel Steve release inside of you.

“Need you to fill me up Captain. Please,” you beg. “Used to get off on you— fuck— on you cumming deep inside me.”

Steve growls at your confession. The imagery alone sending him into overdrive. He began to picture your fingers dancing along your cunt, thrusting them inside of yourself as you cry out his name.

He pushes deep inside of you before finally letting go. You sob his name as you felt the white ropes being released— and you continued to do so upon realizing that he still wasn’t stopping. Steve was still cumming, his body shaking as he tries his best to continue holding onto your waist.

After he came back down to earth, he rests his head against your shoulder before slowly sliding back out. Both of you shuttering at the action.

Steve turns you around to face him and magically all the confidence he withheld vanishes. He felt small underneath your gaze. Vulnerable.

“Do you actually think about me in that sense?” He questions, referring back to your sex drunken confession about getting off to the thought of him.

You nod. “Yea. But I don’t just think about you sexually Rogers…I like a lot of things about you.”

He blushes at your confession. “I like a lot of things about you too.”

Grinning, you press your lips against his. It was slow and meaningful and neither of you want to stop. But eventually the two of you pull away, sighing in content.

“But if you ever swerve my car like that again Rogers I will kill you,” you point.

“Counting on it,” he smirks.

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Redwood Oak’s

Mafia!au x Steve Rogers

CHAPTERS: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

summary: your escape to Brooklyn was harboured by secrets and a harrowed past, left abused and betrayed, you accepted your destiny of being swallowed by the crowd. Until the King of New York showed up in front of you and wanted a piece of you for himself.

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Steve's words echo loudly in your skull like a ball being knocked around your head, turning your brain to mush. The warmth of Steve's breath that had gripped you like a vice had dissipated the second the both of you had entered the expansive room of Steve's Office.

You don't see it, but Steve clenches his jaw in tight restraint to stop himself from putting a hole in Rumlow’s head and instead envelopes himself into the stone-faced demeanor he had learnt to form the moment he stepped up to the throne destined for him.

But god, did that horrified look on yourself tear Steve from the inside out. What had he done to you? It screamed betrayal in Steve's mind, that you not only had been hurt but by one of his own men. The man who had sworn to protect you had lied. And for Steve, his word was as good as its weight in fucking gold.

Steve had to play it level headed, the heavy weight of his father's presence was always near, but it seemed to cloud his vision at this moment,

“Don’t do nuthin stupid, think, just stop for a second and think”

Steve didn't want to think, he wanted to delve deep into the darkened desire within him that preened at the idea of Rumlows blood dripping between his clenched fists. Steve’s desire for violence shocked him a little, he could feel his fist shaking under his grip, like they had a mind of their own.

Steve wasn't a violent man, he was sensible, it didn’t matter if the entire city of New York believed he was cruel, because he knew every action had a means, it wasn't just to spill blood and crack skin. Steve’s entire enterprise was never built on appearances, despite the world it lives in, nothing Steve did didn't have an objective reason. He thought that would be a light of mercy before the spray of blood would coat his button-up.

But now, there didn't seem to be any reason to wait and sit, in the end, it all seemed sensible. Any threat of danger to your life needed to be eliminated, and returned with such a display of cruelty that no one would try it again. There was a gnawing feeling, however, at the recesses and edges of Steve's mind, the kind that screamed at him to see what was truly happening.

“Look”, and Steve learnt to listen.

There was something more to Rumlow than just scaring you, something more sinister, it echoed deep within Steve and the reminder of the cruel world beneath the gravel ground was as clear as ever. Steve had to find out because now he felt that your safety was his responsibility, an obligation he felt every bone within him scream to fulfil.

“Bucky” Steve calls the brown-haired man dressed down in a black suit, the outline of a holster poking through the waist of his jacket.

Bucky murmurs something into Sam's ear, before making his way towards Steve, his gaze shifting between you and the tall blonde standing a few spaces behind you.

“Need something from me, Steve?” Bucky says, making an effort to keep his gaze towards Steve, despite Steve's gaze being situated on you.

“Take our friend here to get something to eat, and then use one of my cars to get her home”. Steve murmurs, almost discreetly so only the three of you can hear.

You noticeably fidget at the mention of going home, it wasn't that you didn't want to, you did, by all accounts, but you didn't know what you would open the door to when you did end up back at the decrepit apartment complex you loved. Your apartment wasn't necessarily known for being the most well-secured, but you figured your neighbours would at least tell you if someone had broken in and trashed the place.

Steve moves towards Bucky, turning his body to face away from your wandering gaze

“Take one of my unmarked cars, it seems we’ve got a fuckin rat in our very own house” Steve whispered into Bucky’s ear, causing Bucky to turn his head to face Steve. A look passes between the both of them, their eyes conversing in a way words never could, in a way that told you they had been brothers long before this entire world fell upon their shoulders.

“Well go on then” Steve’s deep voice whispers into your ear, you can taste the heat of his hand pressing onto your waist, as you feel the outline of his revolver press into the small of your back.

“Don’t think I won’t hurt my men to protect you, I’ll kill him if I have to” Steve murmurs, he doesn’t have to say his name, but your mind has been repeating it enough to know who he's talking about, and your heart skips a beat in surprise, air catches your lungs and you have to swallow back the strange feeling brewing in your stomach before following Bucky’s pointed gaze out the office doors, several dozen eyes watching your every step.

The squeak of Bucky’s dress shoes and the click of your pump loafers follow each other down the carpet and painting-lined hallways. You sneak glances through half-open doors and you're met with similar pictures, women and men dressed in black and white staff uniform cleaning and dusting away priceless antiques, ruffling pillows and beds that were never going to be slept in, and folding the endless crisp white shirts Steve wore.

You pass a hallway that looks different to the rest, darker somehow like it was sacred. You don't see any of the endless staff coming out of any of the rooms too, and the millions of questions it springs forth have your eyes squinting to see past the 2 main opening doors.

Bucky turns a corner quickly, and without realising you bump into his back, the rock-hard muscle acting like a brick to cushion your fall. You can’t help but let out a loud yelp, before Bucky turns and catches you from falling flat on your face.

You look up at him clearly flustered, and Bucky gazes down at you in interest, he begins to murmur something but thinks better of it, and slowly lets go of his grip on your waist.

Coughing, he straightens his suit, before motioning forward

“We’re here”

“Hmh? Where is here-” You say

“Oh”

You look towards the expansive dining room, fitted with leather couches surrounding a cast stone fireplace connected to a brick stone kitchen, an iridescent chandelier hangs from the tall ceilings, looking as if diamonds were dripping from above, and the halo of a sparkle glints over the both of you and you can't help but gaze in awe.

“Gorgeous isn't it?” Bucky says, and you glance at him watching the way the chandelier cuts the sunlight so it breaks across the dining room.

It was beautiful, despite being in a room that was in a house of violence, it was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

“Bucky? I thought you already emptied out my kitchen” Calls a voice from the kitchen

Bucky turns towards the voice, a smile for the first time appears on his face and he walks up with you trailing behind.

“You’re still here? I thought Steve gave you the rest of the week off?” Bucky says, and as you walk past the expansive dining room you see a woman dressed in a dirty apron, wiping down a pristine marble countertop that Bucky leans on.

Pots and pans hang from high above the centre block, glinting in a perfect steel arrangement, long panned windows filter light in from the manicured lawns and an array of shelves and creme cabinets line the kitchen. A double burner oven is situated against a grey stone wall, and low-hanging lantern lights are hung from above. David would have loved cooking in this kitchen, that is all you can fathom as you gaze across the opulent space.

You are too fazed to take notice of the conversation happening beside you, until the kind woman looks towards you, cocking her head, her hazel eyes gaze you up and down, taking notice of your strange attire.

“And who is this?”

“One of Steve’s friends came here to get her something to eat but if you're leaving, just know your kitchen is in great hands” Bucky smirks towards the woman, who shakes her head reverently.

“Oh absolutely not, he burnt soup once, goddamn soup!” The woman scolds, a frightened expression taking over her face as she widens her eyes at you.

You can't help but let out a giggle, she was nice, this woman, dark auburn hair braided into a fishtail cascades down her back, her cheeks full as her big brown eyes smile at you.

“Hey!, it was one of those artisan ones alright, screw me for trying to follow a recipe online” Bucky replies, rolling his eyes at the woman as he tries to argue his side to you

“It’s soup Bucky, you put it in a pot and let it heat up” You reply, shaking your head, the woman looks up at you swiftly, a look comes over her face and she nods.

“By your clothing, I can see you are a curator of the kitchen as well?” The woman replies

You look up at her surprised, “Oh no, I’m,-I’m just a waitress”

“Well does the waitress have a name?” She replies

You hadn't had to introduce yourself for much of your life, your name and entire identity stolen and curated by your husband until he was the one introducing you, and now, the sound of your voice feels foreign on your tongue.

“A pretty name for a pretty lady, my name’s Katerina, but just because you're a friend of a friend you can call me Kat. So what would ya like darling?” She says

“Oh, no” You take notice of the recently wiped down and cleaned tabletops

“It’s alright, you've already cleaned up everything and I'm not that hungry, besides Bucky promised to show me around the Manor '' You reply, wiping a hand down to iron out the wrinkles in your work shirt.

“I did?” Bucky replies, and you turn your head, pleading with him to go along with it

“Oh yeah, um, I’ve got to get my Vitamin D you know” Bucky coughs, wincing as he digs his hands into his dress pants.

Kat looks between the both of you, a knowing smile on her face as she nods,

“Oh, I know you'll be here a while.'' She replies, before you both bid your goodbyes and head out through the French doors and onto the stone steps of the entryway of the Manor.

“You really made me lie in front of Kat? What do you think this is? You know I don’t answer to you, and Steve told me to make sure you eat something, especially since last night-” Bucky scolds, before cutting himself off at the mention of your embarrassing

“You know about last night?” You mumble, the burn of embarrassment crawls up your chest as Bucky shifts his gaze to you in guilt

“Parts alright? It was late at night when Steve found you at that bar and it was getting..I just knew I had never seen Steve so, so..” Bucky trails over, shifting his gaze from your eyes.

“So what?” You reply, Bucky was about to tell you something about Steve, specifically last night and every inch of you wanted to know what it was.

“Forget about it” Bucky replies, and you shake your head defiantly.

“No, no I won’t, ever since that day Steve walked into my diner, I’ve been doing this blindfolded dance, spinning around the truth but never being told anything” You reply, challenging Bucky.

Bucky pulls his tongue from his cheek, eyes trailing the manicured garden of the front lawn before looking down at you.

“He was silent. He didn’t say anything the entire ride back, just motionless. And I know Steve has that stone face going on, but honestly? It was like he was thinking, plotting something in that mind of his, and he didn't stop until you were taken to your room and tucked in, hell he didn't stop until we both walked into those office doors”.

You look down at your hands, twirling the old copper band around your index. Thinking? Thinking? You didn't have a clue how to read Steve, let alone know what he could be thinking of all things.

“What does that even mean?” You reply

“It means Steve is deeper in this than he thinks he is,” Bucky replies.

You catch your tongue before you reply with what automatically pops into your head,

If Steve was in this knee-deep, you were entirely swallowed.

Your eyes catch a light shining from the corner of your peripheral vision, over the wall overgrown with ivy.

“I wasn’t lying before,” You say

“Hmph?” Bucky asks, clocking his eyebrow

“Take me there” You reply, pointing towards the wall towards the back of the Manor.

“You mean the abandoned garden?” Bucky scoffs, shaking his head

“If it’s abandoned then no one will know we’re there, right?” You argue

Bucky narrows his eyes, but reluctantly agrees, walking down the steps in long strides as you run after him to catch up.

You both walk along the expansive gravel driveway, the piercing gaze of Steve from the office window above follows the both of you as you venture through the spiny trail that leads to the garden hidden beyond the large hanging evergreen trees that grew along all over the grounds.

Almost losing your balance once or twice, you finally make it through the overgrown foliage, following the stone trail that soon crumbled into the dark dirt floor. Bucky steps over a broken step, before unlatching some kind of bolt and shoving a rotten gate open, breaking the vines that had once grown on the wood.

You walk through the opened gate, Bucky following close behind, and the shrubbery opens up to a clearing. Large evergreen trees like the ones near the Manor surround the open land, however, a different kind of tree stands sky high, and you can’t stop yourself from walking up to one, and feeling the maroon bark rough against your fingers.

You close your eyes and it comes to you,

Redwood oaks.

Times when you would think hard enough, the silhouette of skyscraping trunks, and deep green leaves would cloud your vision, and when you lean your head forward you can almost smell your past. It is beautiful and strange and it hurts just as much. You can’t find yourself anymore, you've resigned yourself to that, but these thousand-year-old trees make you feel more connected than ever.

You want to climb into it and let it consume you. Sleep until you woke up and you knew who you were. It’s strange, the tree reminds you of Steve somehow, like you've been here with him before and it's hitting you like deja vu.

Something has gifted between the both of you, between you and Bucky too, you noticed it today when he spoke to you rather than through you. He didn't have that unsure expression anymore like he didn't fully trust you, and you don't know whether it was because of Steve or because of last night.

The clearing is almost a hill, and you can see fields of honey-coloured wheat and grass cascade into hills as you look beyond the tall trees. You can make out the backbones of where some sort of wooden shelter or structure once stood, now all that was left was a pile of rotting wood and leaves.

“Why is this place abandoned,” You say, it was gorgeous and let in the sun in just the right way for it to be reflected from the trees and shower the clearing with a honey glow, but it was hidden. And all hidden things were hidden for a reason.

“Don't know, it's been in Steve's family for generations, rented out to a couple people and then sold to a family in the mafia. Until Steve bought it back, it seems like this used to be where some sort of sheltered seating area once stood” Bucky replies, digging his shoe into the dirt.

“Yeah well it seems like someone’s put it to good use” You reply, noticing a small hardwood sculpting table fitted next to a workbench, a small but well-built wooden gazebo shelters the workspace, and you want to step forward but something tells you that place is sacred.

A sound comes out of Bucky and when you turn your head, he looks towards the gazebo like he knows who it belongs to. It hits you that he probably does, being the eyes that see all in the place anyway.

“This place yours or something?” You reply, and Bucky looks towards you in surprise like he forget you were there.

“Hmp? No, not me necessarily, but I think I know who” Bucky murmurs, his eyes trailing back to Manor fixating on Steve's office and you have to swallow the laugh that erupts at the assumption.

“Steve? If Steve was to have a hideout behind his Manor it would be for a guillotine, not an easel” You reply.

You look towards the Manor and even though your vision only catches the pitched roof peeking through the dark pine trees you don’t doubt by the feeling crawling up your arm that Steve is watching you too.

“Steve, he's done something but, he's- he's a good man” Bucky replies, turning a rock onto its smooth side between his hands

“Oh yeah? Just like my husband is? I’m starting to figure out good men don’t need to say they're good men” You retort

Bucky shakes his head, turning the rock between his hands before tossing it into the shrubbery.

“You’re husband, he's done things you can't even imagine, he is the farthest from Steve, he's the farthest that Steve could ever be” Bucky replies with a heated tone.

For some reason that statement sent a burn down your stomach, in some sick way, you felt it was your responsibility to protect your husband's honour and name in front of Bucky, but it disappears when you realise you're the one who had run across the country to escape the very man Bucky loathes.

“I know the things he's done alright? I’m not that oblivious”

“I’m sure you aren't, Steve wouldn't go through all this trouble for someone who isn't..smart. But what you know about your husband is only what he's allowed you to see, in this life, there's so much that goes between looks and eyes,”

“Steve, it's this life that's changed him, changed all of us, swallowed him up until we couldn't even recognise each other. God I wish you could have seen him before, he was so carefree, ran like the wind couldn't even catch him. Your husband, evil like that is born in you, encoded into your DNA until you know nothing else" Bucky replies

“How do you expect me to believe that about him if you leave me in the dark all this time? You say Steve is a good man, well then tell me how” You reply

Bucky grinds his teeth, his jaw working as he weighs the metaphorical pros and cons of letting you in, and telling you things you he doesn't doubt Steve hasn’t. It was strange, Bucky felt it was wrong for you to be in this agreement with Steve so blindly, Steve had told him he wanted to protect you, but how can he say that when you don't even know what he's protecting you from?

With a gruff sigh, Bucky turns his neck to face you, delving into one of the main, if not the entire reason Steve is the way he is, and of course it had to be connected to you.

“About a decade or so ago, Steve was in love with a woman, she was everything to him, his breath, his bones, his love, she owned it all. Now it was about the time when Steve was ordained to take over from his father, it was a tradition since the Rogers planted their foot in the underworld, and it was once Steve's father did not take it lightly. Taking over meant your entire life would be dedicated to this throne, you would live, breathe and eat business, and for Steve, what he lived for was her.” Bucky shifts so that his gaze moves from the Manor. And like he's ashamed to be telling you this, to let the stark demeanour of Steve crack.

Bucky chuckles in the sort of way that wasn’t out of humour, your eyes strain as you peer at him, watching him scratch his jaw and tussle his brown locs free from their curls.

“Steve’s father could sense his weakness before it even started, I guess he thought Steve would realise what was at stake, the responsibilities that he had to honour as part of this family. That week before his coronation, Steve refused his father in front of an entire dining room of men. He refused to let go of her in exchange for his marriage to the throne. Told all of them that he was going to marry her and run off. And I still don't know if it was a show of discipline or plain evil, but Steve never got that chance” Bucky says.

“What do you mean?” You reply, your confused expression turning grim as you notice the bleak look on Bucky's face.

“She was- she was murdered that very next morning” Bucky replies, his eyes returning to you, as you whip your head back to stare at him in horror.

“Your husband, was paid by Steve’s father to murder his fiance” Bucky replies after a beat, your breath leaves your chest as you stare at him in disbelief, hands grasping the edges of your apron as you wait for the punchline, and Bucky stares at you in anguish as you realise there isn't.

You don't know what sounds leave your mouth, just the look of Bucky’s face tears you away from his gaze and the tears glide down your neck. You don’t bother to wipe them, you don't doubt there is more anguish to come, more revelations that will have your head spinning, more secrets that were kept from you.

“Hey, hey, look at me” Bucky replies

“I can’t, I didn’t tell you this for nothing alright? I can’t have you leaving here teary-eyed, you told me you were strong yeah? So be strong. Your husband is a murdering psychopath, he has been since he was a teenager, this mercenary job was done to get his foot in this business, and now you're all muddled up in it too. And Steve, he doesn’t want what happened to her to happen to you” Bucky replies, squeezing your arm to shake you back to the present.

“But why? Why would Steve’s father do that?” You reply

Bucky stares off into the curving hills of wheat and grass, shaking his head before replying

“It was Steve’s obligation, it had been since he was conceived, Steve's father thought he gave him a life free of responsibilities while growing up in that town, he didn't think that recklessness would follow him to Brooklyn”.

“Town? What town” You ask, and this time Bucky avoids your gaze, whispering incoherent obscenities under his breath

“That is something only Steve can tell you, me and Steve grew up together in Brooklyn during our teenage years. That place was something from before even that, before even me”. Bucky replies

You nod as you stare at the river that swirled across the Manor grounds, the shock of your husband's role in Steve’s becoming the invisible stone-faced don he was now didn't fully hit you yet. It was like you were numb, forced to put on a brave face in front of Bucky, who had trusted you enough to tell you about Steve.

Steve.

The man who you had believed conned his way into your life, and tricked you into a deal you didn't agree to now seemed different to you, you can’t fathom how a man like that, a man so instilled in the traditions of this world once defied it. Steve had once been so in love he was ready to disown his father's own expectations of him, and yet in the end it had gotten her killed, and it had left him seated on the very throne he despised.

“We should probably head back, lord knows what Steve would say if he knew you were still here” Bucky replies, pulling out a cigarette from his suit breast pocket, and flicking open a metallic silver lighter encrusted with the Rogers family heirloom.

The amber light that ignites the bud elicits a strange feeling that litters goosebumps across your body, it reminds you of a burning photograph, left to ashes and soot. You can smell the stench of it too, and Bucky watches you carefully as he clasps the lighter back into his pocket, nodding to the trail you had just come from.

Your mind is too preoccupied to remember walking back to the Manor, or even sliding into the car door Bucky had opened for you. Your mind circled back and forth between the answers Bucky had muttered under the sweet wisp of the morning breeze and the millions of questions that were met with the same silence and face of neutrality that Steve wore.

There was so much that you didn’t know, it hadn't hit you before, but it was so frighteningly obvious now. You were still the same foolishly naive girl that you had been 10 years ago, except this time, if Bucky had been right, you weren't being robbed of your entire autonomy.

You couldn't deny that since you had arrived in Brooklyn, you felt a strange pull that led you to Steve, you felt it the first time he walked into the diner, and although it was crowded by fear then, you can feel it in all its entirety now. For some strange reason, you hoped what Rumlow had said was just another thread of lies he had made you unravel, you hoped to god for Steve’s sake that all it was, was a childish attempt at getting out of babysitting.

You had steered your mind clear from falling down the rabbit hole of what else it could be, and the sinking feeling that begins to unfurl in your stomach now has you pinching yourself awake, and forcing yourself to stare through the tinted car windows. You watch the blur of the pine trees crowding the curving roads and Bucky’s incessant tapping of the steering wheel over-stimulate your senses, resting your head on the window.

Perhaps Steve knew a thing or two about betrayal, and from the same man that had made you run halfway across the country.

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whoreforsamwilson · 3 months

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Friend Of Mine {Long}

Warning: Language

Word count: 1,039

Hurt and anger formed in Sam’s eyes as the words fell from Bucky’s lips. “Sam please you have to understand,” Buck tried to reason stepping closer to Sam, but Sam only stepped further away from him.

Silence filled the room, Bucky searched Sam’s face for answers, or anything for that matter.

“He was my best friend,” Sam mumbles clutching his fist.

Bucky dropped his head, I watched from afar I didn’t want to interfere, at least not yet. “For years I mourned and grieved. And went through endless cycles of guilt.”

“I-“ started Bucky but Sam cut him off.

“And you know, I invited you into my home had you around my family, and expressed to you on multiple occasions how much Riley meant to me.”

Bucky tried apologizing for the umpteenth time since the truth was exposed.

I didn’t even know how to feel about the situation, Riley was my best friend to I was there with Sam on that endless emotional cycle.

I can only imagine the betrayal Sam feels compared to my own.

I loved Rile just as much as Sam does, but I also understand that Bucky wasn’t himself and was being controlled.

He took a deep breath and turned towards Sam again. "I know how important he was to the both of you. And I'm sorry, Sam. For everything." His voice broke on the last word.

Sam stared into the blue pools of Bucky's eyes, tears welling up in his own eyes.

He took a shaky breath as if his emotions were going to overtake him, “I trusted you.”

Sam left the room with nothing else left to say. It was quiet again, Bucky and I standing opposite of each other.

His eyes lingered on mine before he shifted them to the floor.

“If you need anything you know where to find me.” I gave him one last look before turning and following Sam outside.

It’d been over a month since we saw Bucky after what went down. Sam had been keeping himself distracted and distant.

He woke up extra early to leave and came home super late. Sarah would come by to check on him or bring the boys to get him out of his funk, but that never lasted long.

He would lock up in the garage working on something new for his suit or making upgrades on Red Wing, and if not that he was at the boat.

I knew that's where he'd be today, I braced myself and I turned the car off and got out.

I didn't know how any of it was gonna go, he kept everything bottled in and it could go left and fast. He sat on the edge of the dock with his fishing pole.

I could hear him humming along to Trouble Man.

I approached him sitting down next to him, he looked over at me and then turned his attention back to the water.

It was silent between us, and it had been like that for so long around the house I couldn't take it any longer.

"You okay Sam?" I asked.

"I just found out that my friend killed my best friend Y/N. How do you think I feel?" He spat. I took in a sharp breath trying to keep my composure. "Sam, I know you're upset, but we can't blame-"

Sam scoffed and looked at me sideways, "Y/n, don't finish that fucking sentence, Riley was your best friend too and you just gonna brush that shit under the rug again just like everyone else did!" He yelled now standing and walking towards the boat.

I got up and followed him, I didn't want this to turn into an argument, but I'd be damned if I let him talk to me like that.

"Are you serious right now Sam? You don't think I stayed up nights on end dealing with my emotions after caring and catering to you? Yes Rile was my best friend and I loved him just as much as you did, but I also know Bucky wasn't himself either. I'm trying to force you to talk to him, all I'm saying is that this doesn't mean you have to give up on him."

I stopped talking and sighed, Sam turned to me still staring daggers at me. "Why are you defending him so much? Did you know he did this?" Sam threw the questions faster than I could answer them, so I stayed silent.

Taking my silence as a yes Sam asked, "For how long?"

I couldn't lie to him any more than I already had, "From the moment you started working with Steve," I watched as his facial expression changed from anger to disbelief.

"How could you keep something like this away from me for so long Y/N?" asked Sam.

"You said you'd tell me everything when I needed you most," Sam said looking directly at me. His voice filled with hurt and hatred.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you were so excited to work with Steve and I didn't want to ruin that for you, but then once I saw on the news the attack on the bridge that day, I started doing my own digging, and that's when I found out. I wanted to tell you, but then you got into deep with him, and I couldn't bring myself to do it."

"I don't care, what was going on Y/N, you should have told me. You had plenty of time to tell me this Y/N/N."

"I'm sorry Sam," I apologized, I knew he wouldn’t care, but he needed to know that it wasn't the right time.

Sam closed his eyes and sighed deeply before opening them again, his gaze was soft, but held no warmth, "I think we need some time away from each other."

I stood there hurt running through me. I didn't say anything to change his mind, because I knew I couldn't do that.

"See you around," I said turning to walk out of the boat and to the car. I knew I wouldn't see him around anymore.

My heart felt like it was being ripped apart by the hands of the person I considered my friend and lover. I got into the car and drove home numbly, but now I know how he felt.

#captain america #anthony mackie #marvel #sam wilson #sam wilson fanfiction #sam wilson x black!reader #sam wilson x woc reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #sebastian stan #winter soldier #Steve rogers

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flordeamatista · 1 year

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Only You

pairing: cowboy!Steve Rogers x Reader

concept: Even through the worst of times, he would stay beside you and support you - a true rider.

word count: 500

warnings: this is just pure poetic fluff with angst, nickname= Dove

a/n: This is my warmup drabble for Navy and Roo’s @the-slumberparty , my word being ‘rider’.

Masterlist

Wrap me in your arms and let me know how much you care; journey with me through this life, hand in hand.

"Dove, you are my journey in this world," he said, gripping the leather and giving it a tug. It was like a riding game of tug-of-war, with him pulling one way and the situation pulling the other. That's the way he feels for you since the day he first met you.

In the mornings and at nights, this trouble engulfed his body.

You.

Your cheeks tingle as you bite your cheeks when the horse starts to trot.

There is a burning sensation in me and you as well

The scent of your body enticed him to kiss your body while you leant against his chest, looking straight into the horizon.

"I can take you down to the waterfall or to where we can see cows depending on what you'd like to see."

As his breath ran down towards your ear, you felt each word as if it was just a pulse of heat, and you knew that the answer was him. That's what you're looking for.

His presence alone was enough to stir a deep sense of comfort and security in you, as if he were a safe haven from the troubles of the world.

I take in the fresh air, allowing it to fill my lungs with a sense of calm.

Despite being blissfully unaware of everything around you while leaning against him, you felt this moment was akin to being embraced by the warmth of the sun. You knew it would be something you would never forget because of him.

“Anywhere, Steve, as far as the trees can tell me a story about the wind,” you replied.

Your eyes trail off into the distance, and you notice how brightly the sun is shining towards the trees and fairy lights interspersed among the trees. It was like a picture postcard, a vivid snapshot of beauty that seemed to come to life in front of your eyes. Turning your head back, you saw the most beautiful azure eyes that understood exactly what you were saying.

You felt Steve kiss your head and give a slight jerk with his hands, telling the horse to change direction.

You knew, deep in your heart, that this he is the person you had been searching for all these years.

He would be the one who would remain beside you, no matter what life throws at you. Even through the worst of times, he would stay beside you and support you - a true rider.

#the-slumberparty #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers #chris evans fanfiction #cowboy!Steve Rogers x Reader #cowboy!Steve Rogers #steve rogers drabble #chris evans fic #steve rogers fluff #cowboy!steve rogers x poc!reader #steve rogers x woc!reader #mcu fanfiction #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n

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sweetlilbambi-old · 2 years

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there’s a new lawyer next door, and you managed to catch his eye. ♡

note: my moodboard! but pics are from pinterest! reblogs and likes are appreciated <3

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syntheticavenger · 2 years

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new rules - series master list

warnings: 18+ ONLY. language, forced engagement, angst, mentions of murder, mentions of violence, assault, infidelity (not on the reader), abduction, violence, angst, D/s dynamics, spanking, betrayal.

amazing moodboard by @pictures-inmy-mind | fic divider by @firefly-graphics | drabble divider made by me

prince! steve rogers x princess reader / king’s guard thor x princess reader

summary | done with his daughter’s antics, a king makes a decree that she will marry one of his king’s guards, whether she wants to or not.

Prologue

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Blow

Grace

You Should See Me In A Crown

Patience

Loki

The Bet

Positive?

So This Is Love

His Mother

An Heir

Public Address

No Ties

#steve rogers #steve rogers fic #prince steve #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x black female reader #thor odinson #thor x reader #thor x female reader #thor x black female reader #thor x woc reader #steve rogers x woc reader #royal au

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fakefiller · 1 year

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Our Little Secret.

Warnings — frat!bucky x reader, frat!steve x reader, kidnapping, mean!bucky, lots of degradation, protected sex bc they’re sluts??, crying during sex, threesome, mean-ish!reader, slapping, anal.

A/N — from the list of writing ideas from @kinanabinks <3 such a lovely writer

It was the biggest game of the year and you knew this. The rancid smell of the suit made your nostrils ache and stomach churn. ‘The extra credit will be worth it, they said’ you repeat to yourself as you put on the head of the otter suit, physically recoiling when the fur comes in contact with your face.

“I think it’s in here!” You hear a voice yell, more footsteps following behind it.

Panic sits in your gut but you decide not to react. Instead, you do your best to quickly – yet quietly – hide in the broom closet of the locker room. You stand bunched up behind the shelf that holds the mop bucket and broom, keeping your breaths to a minimum.

“Where the fuck could a mascot have gone?” The voice was right outside of the broom closet and you’re trying your absolute best not to move but your foot itches.

Your fucking foot itches.

You lean down to scratch the bottom of your shoe with the otter arm, failing terribly and slipping on a wet rag. “Fuck!” You yell, holding your knee in the fetal position.

The boys return to the door, twisting the knob, giving you no time to react to the intrusion. You wince and do your best to stand, preparing to charge at the group but as more appear you lose the faux confidence you once had. Adrenaline builds up in your veins and you rush them anyway, head butting one of them in the abs unsuccessfully. You fly back onto the ground with a soft scoff and the group laughs, almost offended you tried to take them on.

“Look at this fucking idiot.” The tall brunette laughs manically, resting his hand on his stomach.

“Buck, don’t be rude. Let’s just take him and go.” The taller blonde suggests, and it doesn’t register that they think you’re a guy.

“Yeah, yeah. Grab him, Steve. Me and the others’ll make sure the coast is clear.”

“Yes sir.” Steve reaches down to pick you up and you gasp at how easily he throws you over his shoulder.

All you remember is being put in the back of a white van and blacking out from how rough the brown-haired boy was driving. ‘College fucking sucks’ you think to yourself, rolling your eyes as you sit strapped to a chair in what looks like a basement. The room is dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a small window. Your head is spinning, various thoughts racing through your mind but the only one you’re sure of is that they can’t kill you. Their DNA is all over your school's locker room.

“Well, well, well. Let’s see who we have this year.” Bucky announces, beginning to undo the straps of the otter head.

“No way you fucking lames do this middle-school ass ritual every year.” You scoff, shaking your hair out of your face as he pulls off the helmet.

“Oh, shit.” Steve chuckles, swiping his hand over his face.

“We fucked up.” Bucky rubs his temples, a look of fear taking over his expression.

“No shit! It’s been guys every year, why choose a girl now?” Steve questions.

“Can I go now..” You yawn, tossing your head back against the back of the wooden chair.

“Uh – yeah. Keep this between us? I need to start in the game tonight. There’s supposed to be NFL scouts there.” Bucky confesses and Steve stares at him with a ‘just let her go’ look.

“Our little secret.” You nod.

“I’m untying you now.” Steve expresses, approaching you with his hands up.

“Make it speedy, I have to re-do my hair because of you dickheads.” You sigh, flexing your wrist in the suit as he unties each of your limbs.

“There you go.” Steve huffs as he stands back up, taking a second to take in your beauty in the dimly lit room.

“I’ll call you an uber.” Bucky adds as he pulls out his phone, being as quick as possible.

“Do me a favor and stay off my campus.” You add, staying seated until he lets you know that your ride is here.

A week has passed since the Incident, leaving you somewhat shook but free from ever being in that awful suit again. That is, until you see them. Both of them.

You walk into your local cafe, prepared to order your usual until their faces come into your line of vision. The anger in your stomach festers. Thanks to them, you missed your date with Pietro before the game and you still feel horrible about it.

“Dude, I think that’s the chick we kidnapped.” Bucky whispers to Steve and he turns back, making direct eye contact with you.

You don’t miss the way the anger in your stomach falters when he looks you up and down, admiring the way your miniskirt sits on your hips.

“Next in line.” Kennedy calls out and waves you up.

“I didn’t know you worked today, Ken! I would’ve come up way sooner.” You leaned against the counter, giving your friend a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m about to go on break, meet outside in 10?” She smiles, handing you a bag with an unreleased cake pop in it.

“You know it, see you then.” You blow her kiss and inevitably feel the two large boys staring daggers into you.

“They did what?!” Kennedy gasps.

“Mhm. I won’t lie, I was petrified but I realized they’re just football players. Just because they go to the much richer school across from us didn’t mean shit to me.” You shrug, sipping on the iced caramel latte nursed in your hand.

“I wanna be you when I grow up. You had a group of super hot, super tall football players kidnapping you for fun! I can’t believe you didn’t fuck at least one of them.” She laughs, taking a drag from the dull cigarette.

“You’re just a shameless slut.” You scoff playfully, not fully against the proposition. “I had a date with Piet that I ended up missing but still, I couldn’t go out with another guy after getting trained. That’s fucked.”

“Maybe morally, but it’s not illegal. If I were you, I’d go find them and fuck them but that’s just me.” She shrugs, dropping the cigarette butt to the ground and stomping it out.

“Remind me why you’re in SAA again?”

“Oh fuck off.” Kennedy replies with a chuckle, pushing you up from your chair. “I’m being serious! Live life and have fun, we’re in college for fuckssake.”

“Fine, fine! I’ll go fuck two random college boys who tried to kidnap me because they thought I was a guy.” You’d be lying if the idea wasn’t exciting you.

“I want all the details after. Shit, just record it.” She gives you a wink and shoos you inside.

To your disbelief, they’re still sitting at the booth that was given to them 30 minutes ago. You swallow your anxiety and march over to them with your head held high and thighs almost clenching together. Without a word said you sit down next to the blonde who you somehow trust more than the brunette.

“I want you to fuck me. Both of you. At once.”

Bucky looks at Steve and Steve looks at Bucky with a concerned look, and you start to panic. Why would you listen to Kennedy?

“Your place or ours?” Bucky asks with his head resting on his knuckles.

“Yours. I don’t want anyone I know to see me with you.” You retort quickly, avoiding eye contact with either of them.

“So what are we waiting for, exactly?” Steve asks.

“Wait – ya’ll have condoms, right? I don’t wanna catch whatever you two might have.”

“If you’re so sure we’re useless fuckboys that might ‘have something’ why even fuck us, hm?” Bucky taunts.

“Just shut up and take me to your place.” You push yourself out of the booth and Steve follows your action, Bucky reciprocating it on the other side.

Not a single word was spoken when you were pushed against the door of their apartment, Steve fumbling with the keys and Bucky kissing you feverishly. You moan in unison as you stand on the tips of your toes to hold onto his face when the door swings open. Steve tosses the keys, stripping away his flannel and pulling you out of Bucky’s grasp. Bucky has no time to be mad, instead kicking the door closed with the back of his shoe. The door slams and you jump, sighing when Steve picks you up and tosses you onto his exposed shoulder.

Bucky follows behind like a lost dog, wasting no time on tearing away his shorts and boxers, fumbling through his dresser drawer for two condoms.

“Shouldn’t we warm her up first, Buck?” Steve asks, removing his shorts while you do the same with your skirt.

“Nah. She wants to act like a slut so we’ll fuck her like one. Cockhungry whores don’t get special treatments.” Bucky replies, each word hitting your core.

“Is that what you want? To be fucked like a senseless slut?” Steve moves his hand under your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. Before you can reply, you get distracted by the faint ‘schlick’ the condom makes while Bucky slides it onto his twitching cock. “Answer me.” He demands, gently slapping the skin of your cheek.

You moan at the sensation, a meek ‘yes’ floating in the silent room.

“She’s into that rough shit. I’ll make sure to ruin her good.” Bucky meant for it to be a silent thought to himself but you heard it, rolling your eyes back into your head.

“I need both of you at once, I can take it.” You utter, your voice smaller than you intended it to be.

“Shit, she’s insatiable. Hurry up, Ste. Can’t keep her waiting, can we?”

Steve nods and carefully rips open the Magnum, stroking his aching cock before stretching the rubber around it.

“You ready, sweet thing?” Steve asks, moving to position himself behind you while Bucky situates himself between your legs from the front.

“Mh–” You’re cut off by a quick intrusion, the words on your tongue morphing into a loud moan.

Bucky’s cock sinks into your tight cunt with ardor while Steve fills your ass to the brim. You’ve never felt so full. Thinking back to your conversation with Kennedy you feel for your phone and grab it from under the pillow, flipping to the camera on shaky hands.

“We good to move, baby?” Steve asks quietly between closed teeth.

You nod, allowing yourself to get used to the feel. Your eyes screw shut and you throw your head back, back arching up into the air to expose your tits to Bucky. Steve sighs as the tip of him envelops in the warmth of your tight hole. He presses himself a little deeper inside, slowly filling you up until you were sure you couldn't take anymore, and then you did. His pace moving inside of you was agony as he stretches you like a rubber band.

Bucky’s tip hit the wet spongy spot inside of you without trying, his thick length making it impossibly hard to feel anything but him. He let out a heavy breath, looking down at you with a focused stare. "You're so fucking tight for such a dumb slut." he told you, straining to control himself as you clench around him. You take it graciously, nothing but heavy breaths and shallow whines escaping from you as you stretch around him.

Your lips form to say something, but the words die on your tongue as Steve slowly moves to pull out of you. He stops at the tip before pushing back inside, not quite fully seated back inside of you as he builds a steady pace. It was slow and gentle enough to make you feel like crying.

You were speechless, breathless, as you relish in the burn. You bury your face in the pillow next to your head, dropping your phone to grip them tightly as your fingers let you. When Steve pulled out to the tip again, he pressed one hand to your lower belly before he thrust into you.

The scream you let out was otherworldly when Steve and Bucky began to thrust in unison. Your core was lit aflame, clit throbbing painfully. It’s almost as if Steve could sense it, the way he maneuvered his hand down to play with the sensitive bundle of nerves. Bucky whimpered when you clenched around him, almost suffocating his cock. They watched with dark eyes as you struggled to take them at once like you promised you could.

Bucky takes Steve’s place and settles his hand on your stomach, feeling himself inside of you while he thrusts, the feeling of your body trying to take all of him making him impossibly harder. Steve was rutting himself into you from behind, watching the way your hole took everything it could get.

“Fuck, baby, you’re taking us so well. You were made for us – fuck – weren’t you?” Bucky praises, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

You whimper in response, words falling flat no matter how hard you try to push them out. His cock drags in and out of you in the most delicious way, gathering a feeling of ecstasy you could never reach without him. He was so thick, so big, he was perfect. He whimpered into your ear as Steve relentlessly fucked into you, his face inches from your own. He practically growled into your ear, voice dripping with pleasure as he spoke. "Gonna fucking ruin you, needy fucking slut.”

Tears were gathering in the corner of your eyes as you raised your hand before your head to hold onto Steve’s tousled hair, gripping his locks as you tugged on them. You spoke through the haze of senseless euphoria, shaking your head. "Don't want anyone else. Want you, only you two."

When the tight coil of your orgasm became sharper you knew you couldn’t last. How could you when you have the two hottest men you’ve ever seen plowing into you at the same time? Your mind was blank, words escaping you. All you could make out was a faint ‘m gonna cum’ before the dam burst, your body convulsing as you ride out your high on the sensation of their cocks driving into you with no end in sight.

You held onto Bucky like he would slip away at a moment's notice as he continued to fuck into you. You thrashed and moaned as tears of pleasure stream down your cheeks.

“ShitShitShit, I’m gonna-” Steve didn't get to finish the word, interrupted by a shout as he finally came. His hips stuttered and your bodies pressed closely together as he came as deeply inside of the condom as he could. “F..Fuck, sweetheart!” Bucky followed right after, allowing the mind-numbing, vision-dulling pleasure to take over his body while he spilt his seed into the protective rubber. You were so tiny underneath them as each one huffed and moaned on top of you.

You blacked out for a second, coming back down to reality when Steve's sloppy kisses peppered the skin on your naked shoulder. All three of you had to catch your breaths, too wrapped up in the other to worry about anything but getting your breathing even before you blacked out. You stayed like that for a moment, basking in the feeling of each thick cock filling you up.

“Holy, fucking, shit.” Steve breathes out, slowly pulling himself out of your ass.

“I know, right?” Bucky huffs, reciprocating Steve’s action, removing himself from your puffy cunt.

“Can I… spend the night?” You request with a sigh, sitting up to end the video on your phone.

“You can stay the month if you want to, baby. Our little secret, right?” Bucky asks, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead while Steve cleans up.

“Our little secret.”

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