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whore4teamcap · 2 years
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Hey y’all!! I’m so sorry I’ve been so inactive. I’ve barely adjusted to college life and It’s been incredibly stressful. However- I really wanna make a comeback!! If anyone wants to be mutuals on another platform, (I really wanna make a Twitter and insta) please do not hesitate to drop your user or message me!
I also have fantastic news tho! I’m meeting Sebastian in 23 days!! :))
Update: just made a Twitter, same user!!
- Chris <3
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whore4teamcap · 2 years
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Chris!!! We miss you so much😭😭 how’s college?
Oh my gosh hi! I might be back? I’m not too sure. College has been busy as hell and hectic! I hope you’re doing well!! I miss this account so much.
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whore4teamcap · 3 years
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Hi Chris! We haven’t heard from you in a while! Just checking in! Hope you’re fine💙
Hey! I’m doing okay, I’ve just been kinda stressed. This past month has been a lot due to working a ton and packing for my move to college. I actually leave for move in today! Once I settle in, I know things will be much easier and I’m hoping when I finally catch my breath, I can write more and finally partake in my hobbies again lmao. I hope you’re doing well! Thanks for checking in!
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whore4teamcap · 3 years
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Chris Imagine idea :
Chris wants a family. The reader loves to have a famil with Chris but not now. They get into a fight and Chris compare her with his ex girlfriend who has a child now. The reader gets hurt and gets the feeling that she is not good enough and Chris realized what he said....
not her
request | Chris wants a family. The reader loves to have a famil with Chris but not now. They get into a fight and Chris compare her with his ex girlfriend who has a child now. The reader gets hurt and gets the feeling that she is not good enough and Chris realized what he said....
summary | chris wants a family and you just aren’t ready yet, but that doesn’t mean he wants you any less.
warnings | angst, and then fluff
authors’s note | this is my first time writing something like this so i hope it’s okay.
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You knew it was gonna happen, you just didn’t realize it would happen so soon. You had married Chris Evans only three months ago and you knew he wanted kids. You figured you had time. You’re younger than him, you have plenty of time to pop out a few babies a couple years from now.
Just not now. Things were so hectic with both of you filming and even though you know you could still do that pregnant, you just weren’t ready. The idea of being a mom terrified you to your core and you always thought you’d have more time.
With that said, you wanted kids, you do. You love your husband and you want to start a family with him, but not at this point in your life.
Chris is different. He wants a family so bad and he’s ready for that step in his life, which lead you to where you are now.
You had told him that he needed to use a condom, that you missed a couple pills of your birth control and you didn’t want to risk it.
“Would it really be so bad if I didn’t?” Chris whispered against your neck, his hands rubbing up your thighs as you straddled him on the couch.
“Yes, it would,” You replied, furrowing your brows.”We don’t want to get pregnant right now.”
“You don’t want to get pregnant right now,”Chris corrected, pulling away from your jawline.”C’mon baby, it’s been three months since our wedding night, don’t you want to see a baby Evans running around.”
“I mean, eventually, yes,”You answered,”But not now.”
“Why?” He asked and you shook your head.
“Why does it matter? I don’t want to right now.”
“It matters to me,”Chris huffed,”I want this, I’m ready to start our lives.”
“I—“You took a deep breath, pushing yourself up from his lap to stand up.”I’m not, Chris. I don’t want this, not yet.
Chris frowned,”But why? Why don’t you want this? We’re in a good place, Y/N. Why not start now?”
“Because I like my life, Chris, and I should have to explain why. Can’t you just wait? Give me another year.”
Chris stood up, running a hand through his hair.”You said you wanted kids, you know that this is what I want. I’m not getting any younger, I’d like to have kids before I’m an old man.”
“We have time, Chris.”
“You always do this,” Chris rolled his eyes,”You have time, baby. I don’t, God. I thought we were in the same place in our relationship.”
“We are! I do want a family, but I want to live my life too. I’m not ready to give up my nights and my morning. I want to go to parties with our friends, I want to stay free and just enjoy our first year of marriage. If I got pregnant, everything would change. You still get to do things, it doesn’t impact your career like it will mine.”
“You act like having a baby is going to ruin your life,” Chris accused,”It’s not, I mean, have you seen Jen, she’s working and being a mom, and she’s killing it. I don’t understand why you can’t do that, why we can’t do that.”
“Did you seriously just bring up your ex? I don’t understand why you think bring her into this is gonna help you. I don’t care how she’s juggling her life, and you know what...I’m not her.”
“Yeah, I know that,”Chris spat,”If you were, we wouldn’t be doing this. We’d be taking care of child instead of fighting, but then again, Jen and I were always on the same page, we wanted the same thing, she actually wanted to start a life with me...” His voice trail off as he realizes the weight of his words and all the old insecurities he had just brought back into your heart.
As soon as the words leave his mouth, you went silent. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him with so much pain that he thinks he might die. He regrets letting his anger get the best of him, but it’s too late now.
“And you would have had that life if you hadn’t met me,” Your voice quivered, a sob threatening to rip through you.
It was true. You had come into Chris’ life when he was dating his last girlfriend and he couldn’t help that he fell in love with you. But that was over four years ago and you thought you were past the insecurity of living up to the girl he left for you.
“Y/N...” The anger that once filled him was gone now and all that was left was a soft expression. Chris didn’t care about the fight anymore, he just wanted to make it up to you. It’s funny how taking things too far made him realize that the fight was ridiculous, that waiting another year or so wouldn’t be so bad as long as he still had you. That’s what he truly wanted.
“No, no, you don’t get to do that,”You tell him, shaking your head,”You just look at me and say my name like I’m everything to you when you know how long it took me to feel like I wasn’t holding you back, like I didn’t ruin your perfect fucking relationship—no, no, I can’t do this.”
The tears were coming now, rippling through you with no forgiveness as you stomped away into the bedroom. You took a deep breath, getting out a pair of pjs and disappeared into the guest room down the hall.
You locked the door instantly, not wanting Chris to come in and make it better. You wanted him to sit with what he said and really think about it.
You take a shower in the guest bathroom and maybe you cry your heart out in there where he can’t hear you. You can’t help all the ways you feel like you just aren’t doing enough, like he regrets not staying with Jen. You always felt like you messed things up for him, and he usually was the one to tell you that you made his life better. Chris never would have realized he didn’t truly click with Jen if it had been for you.
Still, you kept to yourself the rest of the night, not even coming out for dinner despite Chris’ pleas from behind the door. No, this was his punishment. Your silence would hurt him more than anything you could ever say.
You hated sleeping alone and you sorely wished you had grabbed one of his shirts so you could smell like him. The guest bed was too big and cold. You wanted nothing more than to be curled up to your husband, but you knew you needed time to yourself. So instead, you fell asleep with tears on your cheeks, wondering if he was sleeping well at all.
When you woke up the next morning, you decided that you have punished him enough. Honestly, you were just tired of fighting and you know he regrets his words. What you didn’t know was what was waiting for you on the other side of the door.
As you opened the door, you found Chris slumped against the wall beside the doorframe with Dodger laying his head in his lap. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of your husband so worn out and waiting for you.
You knelt down, gently shaking him awake,”Chris, baby.”
“Hm,” He stirred, his eyes fluttering open to look at you. When he realized you were in front of him, he really woke up.”I’m sorry, you know I don’t regret leaving her. You’re...everything, and I don’t care if we wait another five years, as long as I have you, I’m the luckiest man—“
“It’s okay,”You whispered,”I know. Did you get any sleep?”
“I couldn’t, not when you were upset.”
“Wanna stay in bed today?” You asked and he nodded. You helped him up and dragged him to the bed. You got him out of his shirt and jeans, letting his lay down in his boxers before stripping yourself down. You put on the shirt he had discarded, wanting to smell like him because it brought you comfort. You crawled up in the bed with him, holding him close as he tiredly ran his hand over your back.
“I love you, Y/N. You’re my dream girl, you know that?”
“I love you too,” You kissed his lips ever so lightly,”Listen to me before you go to sleep, okay?”
“I’m listening.”
“One year, from today, mark it in your calendar, okay?”
“What for?”
“Because it’s the day we start trying for a baby,” You answered with a smile,” But you better be ready to live this year to the fullest cause when that baby comes...he’s gonna be a handful just like his Mama.”
“Or she,” Chris whispered, making you giggle.”
“Go to bed, you look exhausted.”
“You’ll stay with me?” He questioned quietly, his eyes already closed as he nuzzled into you.
“You’re stuck with me, Chris. I’m never going anywhere.”
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whore4teamcap · 3 years
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Could you write something with jealous Chris Evans?? 🤞🏽
Jealous, Cap?
request | Could you write something with jealous Chris Evans?? 🤞🏽
summary | your poor boyfriend just wants you to himself
warnings | smut, minors DNI, possessiveness, rough sex, brief choking, younger reader, chris is wearing his captain america suit bc i’m a whore, unprotected sex, brief oral ( male receiving)
authors’s note | okay I had a lot of fun writing this but also I was kinda high so it might not be the best
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You had known Chris for years before you started dating, having met during the first Captain America film when you were only 19 years old. You had played Bucky Barnes’ fiancée, a character you continued to play throughout the year even starring in the Avengers as Captain America’s best friend.
Over the years, you and Chris had gotten very close and around the time that you were to start filming for Civil War, he had asked you to be his.
You were navigating this new relationship while also being on set with all your friends. Chris and you were keeping things on the down low, but things were going amazingly. You and him had taken the next step in your relationship.
Chris had gone all out for you, roses on the bed and candle light. Ever since that night, he had barely been able to keep his hands off of you and you think he was starting to get tired of keeping things a secret. To be honest, you were too.
“Okay, so Seb and Y/N, you guys are gonna gravitate towards each other, you’re reuniting now, I want to see how much you guys missed each other, you want to be close,” Joe directed,”Chris, don’t pay attention to them, this is so natural to you, it doesn’t even distract you. Not even when they kiss.”
Chris nodded, glancing over at you in your skin tight stealth suit. You looked so fucking gorgeous and he hated that he couldn’t tell you that right now because he knows how flustered you’d get.
You meet his gaze, smile appearing on your face as you seemed to share the same struggle. He always looked good as Steve Rogers, and you’d never tell him how much you love him in his Stars and Stripes.
“Alright, places everyone.”
“Been awhile since we kissed, hasn’t it?” Sebastian joked, making you laugh at that as you went to your marker on the floor.
“Hope you’re as good as you were in 2014, that flashback scene, you remember?” You chuckled, thinking about how long it took you guys to do that cause you were joking around.
“Oh, doll, I’m better,” He winked, flipping his hair and stood at his mark.
Chris didn’t know what he was feeling exactly, but it wasn’t good. He was annoyed with the banter, but you and Seb were such close friends. He didn’t want to be that boyfriend who can’t take you being friends with a guy. Chris also knew that you both were platonic, but he couldn’t help the part of him that suddenly remember the crush you had on Sebastian in the early days of your career.
You had talked to him about this before because when you got together, he told you that he didn’t think you liked him, he always thought you liked Sebastian. You assured him that your liking to Sebastian is just because it was your movie ever and that you had a hard time separating yourself from your character.
Chris also knew that you thought of Sebastian as a brother. But still, he didn’t want you to kiss him. He knew he was being unreasonable, that this was your job and he wasn’t going to be mad about you kissing Sebastian.
He just wished he didn’t have to see, but that was the job.
Still, he watched as Sebastian took your face into his hand so delicately in his hands and pressed his lips against yours.
You get completely lost into Sebastian embrace, just like your character would feel for Bucky, and you pull him closer to each other until the directors felt like they had gotten enough footage. Sebastian is so gentle with you, which makes your cheeks heat up. You smile into his kiss, starting to laugh when Chris says line.
“Please, don’t start this again,” Chris rolled his eyes, but he’s voice was authoritative, you call it his Captain’s voice. Sebastian and you both pull away.
You wipe your mouth sheepishly with a smile,”Sorry, Cap.”
“Cut!” Joe called out,”And that’s lunch. When we’re back, Chris and Y/N have the heart to heart about going against Stark.”
You pull out of Sebastian embrace and taking a step back as he finally asked,”So?”
“What?”
“Was I better than last time?” Seb joked.
“Oh, absolutely,” You teased,”A little bit too much tongue, though.”
“You said too less tongue last time!”
“You overcompensated, now it’s weird,”You laugh, about to go further when Chris coughed.
“You wanna get lunch, Y/N? I wanted to go to that place you suggested.”
You turned your head toward him, just a little bit confused but then you saw him.
His face had soften, and he looked annoyed at himself. Something was up, you just didn’t know what.
“I’m down, see you later, Seb.”
“Yeah, yeah,” He waved you off as he went to find Mackie.
As soon as you were alone with Chris, walking back to his dressing room.
“What’s wrong?” You asked him curiously,”And don’t say nothing because I know you better than that.”
Chris huffed out a breath,”It’s stupid...I just...” He pulls you into his trailer, pulling you close to him like he wants. “I wasn’t expecting to be seeing you kiss someone so soon into filming.”
“You know it’s just a job, right?”
“I know, but...you just look so fucking gorgeous in that suit, and all I want is to rip it off of you, but instead I have to watch Sebastian roaming hands, he didn’t have grab your ass like that.”
You can see the anger on his face, and you just shook your head,”It’s just acting, baby. You know I like your hands on my ass much more, especially when you are looking so fucking fine in this suit.”
Your finger runs down his chest, and he looks at you with darkened eyes as your teeth raking over the your bottom lip. He towers over you, looking down at you as he unzips the front of your suit.
“I’m gonna make you forget any other man ever touched you,”Chris whispered,”You’re mine, I want everyone to know it.”
You nodded, more than happy for everyone to know who you belong to. But you also liked to tease,”Oh, am I yours...?”
Chris knows your joking, but he can’t help the growl that escapes him as he peels the rest of your suit off, leaving completely exposed to him while he remained in costume. He pushes against the wall with his head wrapped around your throat. The pressure is there, but he isn’t restricting your airway.
“Yes, you are,”Chris whispered against your ear,”And don’t forget it.”
“Whatever you say, Cap,” You grinned, and the next thing you know he was slamming his lips into yours. His entire body was pressed against yours as your hands went to the buckle on his suit, slipping your hand into his pants. His cock was already hard, and you knew he would be because he had been staring at you in that suit all day.
His lips finds your jaw, making nothing more to leave a mark. That was his favorite place to leave a bruise, but he had a feeling your make artist will literally kill him.
Chris groaned as you stroked his cock in your hand after you shoved his pants down just enough to free him.
“Gotta be quick, babe,”Chris whispered against your neck.
You nodded,”I know, I know, just fuck me, please, make me yours.”
Chris has always been a little rough, just the way you like it, but this is different. It’s desperate and agressive, and you love it.
He leans down, tearing your panties off. His arms them hook under your legs as he held you up. You squeaked at his strength, almost embarrassed at how you’re practically dripping for him.
With your back pressed against the wall and Chris’ arms under your knees, you whimper as his cock prods at your entrance. You’ve never fucked like this with you in his arms, supporting your whole body.
You can’t help the way you cling to him, whining for him to fuck you as you kiss him with fever. His lips were nothing like Sebastian’s, no, he knew how to kiss you and what you liked. Chris knew every way to drive you wild.
He thrusts up, making your mouth fall open with a soft moan. He’s buried so deep inside you and it’s everything you want, you feel full. Your eyes fluttered shut, but he stills himself, which only makes you whimper.
Chris tuts at you,”Keep those pretty eyes open for him, dove, I want you to know who you fucking belong to.”
You nodded eagerly, mewling as he fucks into you again, eyes on him and your body feels like it’s on fire. You feel so good,”Fuck, Chris—“
He looks so goddamn good, fucking into you relentlessly and hard. Chris was epitome of power at the moment, dressed in his Captain America suit and holding you up. You wish you could take a fucking picture and save it because oh my god, your boyfriend is so hot.
“You’re fucking dripping, baby,” Chris groaned,”You like me like this, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes,” You moan softly, your hands clinging to the suit for some sort of leverage. Chris slams him hips into you, his hands digging into your thighs as your back hits the wall behind you.
“You’re mine, only mine,” Chris breaths as he drills into you, making you squeeze his cock with your velvety walls,”Only I can make you feel this good, isn’t that right?”
You nodded desperately, kissing his lips as he hits the perfect spot. It makes your body tremble in his grip and he can’t help but smirk. He drives forward unforgivingly, reducing you to moans and whines.
Chris groans as you throw your head back, and he wants to cum inside you, he does, but he knows he can’t have you leaking into your costume, so instead he holds himself back until you finally topple over the edge.
You always look so pretty when you cum, face hot and mouth open. Your eyes flutter shut as you let out the prettiest moan, his name.
As soon as you ride out your high, he pulls out and you whimper at how sensitive you feel. Chris puts you down, forces you down on your knees for him. It’s fine, you think if you had to stand right now that your legs would give out.
“Gonna be a good girl and swallow my cum?”Chris’ hand fisted around his cock, which is slick from your arousal.
“Yes, yes, please, give it to me,” You whined as you lick your lips, knowing how much Chris loves to hear you beg for him. It’s obscene how eager you are for him to come down your throat.
You stare up at him as you take his cock between your lips, tongue circling around the head as you push forward to take as much of him as you can. The sight of your lips stretching around his cock was enough to send him into bliss, warm white strips of cum covering the back of your throat. You suck his dry as he groans your name, his hands in your hair to keep you on his cock until he’s done with you. When he pulls you off, your lips are swollen from how hard he’d been kissing you. Your eyes are glazed over as you smile up at him.
“I’m all yours, Chris,” You uttered as he tucks himself back into the suit, and he pulls you up on your wobbly legs. His mouth invades yours, pulling you as close as he could get you. He can taste himself on your tongue and if he didn’t have to work, it might be enough to get him going again.
“And I’m yours, and never fucking forget it,” Chris whispers, his hands caressing your face with ease.
“Oh, baby, I don’t want to be anyone else’s,” You assure him,”You’re never getting rid of me.”
“That what I like to hear.”
You can’t help but giggle as he starts to kiss your face, making you grin uncontrollably. You really did love this man.
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whore4teamcap · 3 years
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hii! i recently saw on tiktok that elizabeth olsen lets chris write on her arm when he's feeling anxious during press so could i please request a chris evans x reader where the reader takes elizabeth's place and chris starts falling in love with the reader thanks to their help??
butterflies ⟶ chris evans
hi!! thank u so much for sending this in, the thought of chris dealing with anxiety IS CONSTANTLY breaking my heart...i mean everyone has it but like our chris 🥺 he doesn’t deserve to feel like that!!
and i saw the video for this, it was so adorable!
i’m just gonna tag @bearbear0923 bc ik how much she loves fluff
pairing: chris evans x reader
summary: chris has got butterflies for you—do you feel the same?
warnings: little bit of angst, mentions of anxiety, age-gap, really bad ending
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sharpie ink is cold and sends a burning sensation over your skin, staining it so dark that even warm water and soap won’t wash it away, but when chris is drawing small butterflies on your forearm, it’s impossible to tell him to stop. his eyes are focused, not on the reporters shoving microphones and questions in his face, but on the small doodles he illustrated. “they could be tattoos,” he’d joke, with his tongue sticking out between his lips.
you would reply with a “maybe, chris” because the idea of a permanent picture on your skin. but unbeknownst to you, chris was serious.
robert, scarlett, and even mark had offered to help soothe his anxiety during nerve-racking moments. a few interviews had gone haywire, he’d even left a premiere in japan early, and no one had the ability to calm him down. except you. something about the way you spoke, the way you embraced him and held him in a tight hug, gently shushing him if a tear managed to escape. at first, no one else could see it.
but chris was in love. there had been countless sketches over your arms, wrists, hands, and any other bare spots that were easily accessible to chris. it had just been a friendly offer when you noticed the anxious look on his face during a press conference, and he had absentmindedly taken a sharpie to your forearm. “uh, chris?” you’d questioned, noticing that his strange actions were gathering the attention of your castmates and the audience in front of you. he’d brushed it off with his much-appreciated charm and people thought nothing of it. chris had later apologized when returning to your hotel rooms, enlightened to hear you say, “honestly, chris, if you ever need anything--including drawing on my arm,” he chuckled. “it’s alright. i’m here.”
it was not in his intentions to ‘catch feelings’. he felt immature, childish, and unprofessional to fall for his younger costar, but you were persistent on the drawings. eventually, it had even turned into holding and squeezing your hands underneath tables, but you seemed so unbothered by it he wondered if feelings were reciprocated. 
“she’s totally hot for you,” robert had joked in a hotel room one night. he had a glass of water in his hand while chris held a beer bottle, but he’d been so busy thinking about if you loved him back, he’d hardly taken a sip. yet somehow, both men were slurring their words. “but remember, man, if you go for her, people are gonna talk about it. she’s, at least, what...ten years younger than you? at least.” 
chris wasn’t being his normally chipper and talkative self. instead, he leaned back quietly on his bed and attempted to joke, “thanks for making me feel young again.”
the next day, he tried to restrain himself from anymore drawings or hand-squeezes. no more contact with you--it’d only have his heart shaking in his rib cage and he’d be falling head over heels for your all over again. unfortunately, and much to his dismay, he’d failed. all it took was one glance at you, and chris felt woozy in his stomach. your hair had been styled so perfectly, the color of your dress complimented your complexion so sweetly, and when your eyes met his, he only then noticed the smallest flecks of gold in them.
after countless interviews spent with either extremely rude or boring journalists, whose questions harshly peered into the privacy of you, chris, and your castmates, you noticed a sadly familiar look in chris’ eye. you popped open the lid from a permanent ink marker and watched as chris snatched it from your hand to scribble tiny doodles on your skin.
chris drew exactly what he was feeling. a small birdcage containing large butterflies too big to fit through the cracks to escape. they rattled around the metal, a clanking noise echoing through his rib cage with every beat of his heart. his tongue peeked through his lips, and with every stroke of the sharpie, a masterpiece was created on your skin. but, despite his adorable gaze that you noticed in the corner of your eye, you continued to speak with interviewers and answer their questions, almost disregarding chris’ presence.
little did he know, however, you’d given him permanent ink so that when you went to sleep that night, wishing he was in bed with you, you could look down at the drawing he’d made for you and imagine chris was yours.
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whore4teamcap · 3 years
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Tell Me What You Want
Summary: Your mob boyfriend, is none other than Steve Rogers and he is willing to get you whatever you wanted, all you have to do is ask.  And be careful what you ask for because he’s going to give it to you over and over again.
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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader
𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 3.5K
𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism, hint of breeding kink, public sex, choking, creampie, oral (m receiving), spanking. power kink, violence (not towards reader). Minors DNI
𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥 by the incredibly talented @whisperlullaby​ but 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯
A/N: Requested. 
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Sometimes you get a thought in your head.
And you can’t let it go. 
It simmers there, lurking beneath the surface, a song playing on a loop in the back of your mind. And it won’t stop repeating itself until the urge to act on it consumes. And as you sit on Steve’s lap, watching him talk on the phone, vaguely speaking about some business dealing of his.. You know a few things. 
You have to act on it. 
You want to. 
You need to. 
You will. 
And you may not survive the consequences. 
But when you look over at his large tattooed hand curving around his phone, an image of his hand around your throat flashes behind your eyes and you know you don’t care. In fact, if all goes well, you shouldn’t be walking straight for a week. 
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Your boyfriend is none other than Steven Grant Rogers, head of the Rogers crime family. He took over for the syndicate when he was 16 and has been ruthlessly expanding his empire ever since. He, not only exudes power, he wields it with a firm hand. 
Not that you would know. 
You’ve only seen the softer side of the infamous mobster. His various crimes and nefarious dealings are mere rumors he gently ordered you to ignore. It’s hard to picture him using brute force when he touches you so softly. Always so careful with you. Taking his time with you, his love-making is sensual, slow, and passionate. 
So gentle.
Everything was perfect and you were more than satisfied. 
Until yesterday. 
When you finally saw the other side of your man, the Steve that made grown men flinch when he raised his voice, it awakened a primal need in you. You got a glimpse of the mobster that controls the entire eastern side of the country with his best friend Bucky and you craved more. More of him, like that. Ruthless, violent, and enraged. Masculine. Powerful. Sexy.
 It had been a quiet day at home with Steve, he was about to join you upstairs when he received a call. Giving him a kiss on his bearded cheek, you bounded up the staircase to get ready for the night. 
After a long hot shower, you had dried off and applied your nightly routine. Part of you disappointed he hadn’t joined you in the shower, you figured it had to be an important call keeping him away from you. 
You turned off the lights, a soft glow filling the room, murky blues and faded pinks slipping through the spaces in the curtains. You pulled a red silk robe over your body and waited on the luxuriously soft bed. When the soft glow turned to a dusky black, you sat up, curious because he normally would have joined you by now or at least had one of his henchmen tell you he was going to be a while. 
“Steve,” you called out. Your voice echoing down the empty hall.  Turning to the open door, you waited but didn’t hear a response.  After a few more minutes of restlessly fidgeting on the bed, you stand up and wander down the stairs. Calling out his name again, more silence. The slow tick of the antique grandfather clock in the living room is all you hear on the lower level. 
Strange. There’s usually at least three guards in the house at all times, yet you’re all alone. 
You pace down another hallway, stumbling to a stop when you hear a strange sound. You hold your breath, waiting to hear it again. Seconds later you hear something, it sounds like a dull thud, then another and another. You follow it until you realize its coming from his office, the thuds followed by low groans. Turning on your heel, you walk to his door, as you’re about to knock, when you hear another another grunt. 
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whore4teamcap · 3 years
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hi!! can i request a story with Bucky asking the reader for cuddles for the first time 🥺
im in a moooood
Befriending the former assassin was, to put it simply, more difficult than you imagined it would be. James was reserved and quite frankly a bit hostile towards the literal sweetest girl out there. But, you were patient with him. It took time — a whole truckload of it — and healing on Bucky’s side to finally open up to the idea of a romantic relationship.
But, once that ship sailed there was no going back. It started with a few dates, which went from formal to informal to staying in and playing games instead of eating calamari in a nice Italian restaurant downtown.
Whenever you went out, Bucky always wore his gloves, and part of you didn’t like the James that everyone else had to see. Then again, you’d never really seen another part of him other than the dramatic boy that is your boyfriend.
You’re not sure if there was really, any official statement declaring the two of you as lovers; one day, he’d went from calling you “doll” to calling you “his girl” and that was the end of that.
It’s only been about a month and a half of this “official” relationship, and though you’re touch starved as hell, you’re wary about crossing boundaries. James is a sensitive man despite formerly being the Winter Soldier, so you watch where you walk so you don’t cross any lines.
You’re lounging on the bed in your own apartment, book spread in your lap and bedside lamp glowing a soft hue of golden. Suddenly, your phone dings from the nightstand, and you withdraw your eyes from the page to check who’s just texted.
bucky<3: i’m coming up now
you: let yourself in?
bucky<3: sure thing, doll
You smile to yourself and return your phone to its place on the nightstand. Not two minutes later, you hear your front door opening and closing, the lock faintly clicking, and footsteps softly padding their way to where you might be located.
“Doll?” he knocks on the bedroom door despite the fact that its open and, when he locks eyes with you, he lets out a sigh of relief and smiles gently. “Hey.”
“Well hey there,” you bookmark your page — just in case.
“What’ve you been up to?” he removes his gloves and places his jacket on the back of your desk chair.
“Light reading.”
He nods, and after sitting in the armchair by the window, he looks at you again. “Can I… ask you something?” “Shoot.” You wince at yourself, “Sorry. Bad phrasing.”
Bucky chuckles quietly, shaking his head at your antics before his regular tough demeanor returns. “Can we cuddle?”
You let out a breath, expecting something completely different to leave his perfectly pink lips. “Goddammit, James. I thought you were gonna ask something serious.”
“Is cuddling not serious?”
“No, I just-”
“Because I just thought it was a very serious subject. Cuddling isn’t to be taken lightly, I mean what if-”
“Bucky!” You exclaim, and he laughs at your whining. “Yes, we can cuddle.”
“Okay,” he stands up and successfully slides onto the bed next to you. “How do we… do that?” he motions around the sheets with his left hand, and the vibranium makes a slight clinking noise. It brings you comfort, oddly enough.
“Here,” you grab his right hand and bring it around your shoulders. Then, you lean onto his chest and hide in the crook of his neck, inhaling the undeniably sent of the Sergeant. “Like this.”
Bucky exhales and, after rubbing his left hand on his thigh, he pulls you a little closer into his side and breathes in your scent — calming, peaceful, humbling. He unclenches his jaw — it’s a habit he’s trying to get out of, clenching, that is — and he allows the stress of the day to fade into the air until all that’s left is you and him.
“This is… nice.”
You laugh at his vagueness and squeeze his middle. “We’ve never done this before.”
“I know.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yeah.” he glances down at you, “Do you?’
You nod, and he smiles in content.
“‘M glad, doll.”
“Yeah,” you sigh. “So tell me about your day.”
pls be gentle this is my first bucky fic-
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⤳A Friendly Visit
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* word count; 2.1k *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
➥[ari levinson x fem!reader]
warnings; SMUT! MINORS DNI, 18+, corruption kink, oral sex (f receiving), mentions/use of marijuana, beard kink, daddy kink, slight reference to dd/lg, reader is unexperienced but not a virgin, bondage, vibrator use, overstimulation, unprotected sex, if uncomfortable please don’t read. press keep reading for smut :)
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“everyone on your best behavior, i’m not in the mood to get fired.”
your choreographer mumbled with a cigarette dangling across her lips as she attempted to light it, she appeared more on edge than usual.
not long ago had you begun to work at the neonlux night club, your passion for dancing had drove you to their front door, second thoughts vanishing once you were accepted— something about how the boss will love you.
 of course, if walls could talk, they’d confess about this said boss on how much this precious lounge meant to him, employees included.
they’d say he was generous with his women, giving them what they wanted—what they needed.
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I’m super stressed with the end of my semester, so what about “Bucky tries to make you forget about college and your finals”?
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Pairing: Roommate Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI
A/n: sinday drabble. Do not copy, repost, translate or rewrite any of my work. By continuing to read you are confirming you are an adult 18 years or older. College AU
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Buckys been your roommate since freshman year. You both needed a decent yet cheap place to stay close to campus. You hate and love living with him. He’s the perfect roommate, clean and considerate, he pays more than his share and always springs for extra groceries and takeout.
He’s so fucking handsome. And well built. His thick, muscular body haunts your dreams. Nothing like him coming in from an early morning run, his shorts clinging to his ass while he wipes sweat off his abs. You try not to gawk while he asks if you want him to make breakfast.
It’s been three long years of him walking around the apartment half-naked, girls in and out of his room at all hours of the day and the walls are thin. If you don’t hear some overly dramatic moans from his latest conquest, you hear him. At night.
Soft breathy groans that have your core throbbing as you squirm over your sheets. You can picture his hand working his cock with his knees bent while he’s flat on the bed.
Not that you think about him at night with your hand down your panties. Nope. You do not think about Bucky making you cum on his tongue.
With finals coming up, you haven’t had time to think about your roommate. You haven’t had time to do much at all. And you are frustrated.
And whiney.
You can tell he’s getting irritated with your constant complaining but you. can’t. stop.
In fact, he’s been listening to you rant about your professor for the past half hour, you’ve ignored his requests to let him watch his game.
“Please, it’s almost over.”
You snap your mouth shut with an audible click. Bucky closes his eyes, muttering thank you. His large body sinking into the couch as the tiny men on the screen run back and forth. Not even a minute passes before you speak.
“I’m just saying Bucky, its’ not fair- ahh” your whine ends in a yelp when he jumps up.
Furious blue eyes glare down at you. “You need to relax.” You swallow nervously when he leans down, caging between two large plush cushions. “And you need to shut up.”
“Hey.” It's a weak protest, one you quickly drop when he gives you a pointed look.
He brushes the side of your face with his knuckles. “I’ll help you do both.”
You watch, mesmerized by his tongue peeking out of his mouth to wet his bottom lip. “You want that dollface, you want me to help you?”
You nod.
Bucky grabs your throat, and you ache. His warm, large hand curves perfectly around your neck, the sheer dominance, his large body hovering over your combined with his fresh evergreen cologne is a dangerous combination.
“Use your words.” He states, squeezing lightly.
You gasp out. “I want your help. Please.”
Bucky gets even closer, you can count his long eyelashes when he blinks, a slow grin stretching across his face. His eyes darkening when he brings your face to his. “I’ve been thinking about your pussy for years dollface.” Fuck. “I’m going to give you a little sample of what I’m capable of. “Fuck me. “And if you pass all your classes, Ill fuck your brains until you can’t fucking walk.” Yes. Please. “Do you want that?”
“Words.” He demands, kneeling between your calves, ripping off your shorts and panties before wrapping his hand back around your throat. “Now.”
“Yes, Bucky. I do.” You say, damn you’ll study all night to earn his cock, you’re willing to do anything for him, spreading your legs even further apart. He’s looking at your pussy as if it were the most tantalizing thing he’s ever seen. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and inhales you.
You startle when his tongue flits out of his mouth and moves up your clit. You feel him chuckle between your folds and he applies a little more pressure to your throat. He moves slowly, using his tongue to explore your glistening pussy. It feels so good. The way he traces over your bud before dipping his thick wet muscle into your core, his nose brushing through your folds.
But it’s not enough. “Bucky please.” You whine softly, pushing your hips up.
Feral passionate eyes snap up and stare up at you. Your stomach drops from the intensity of his gaze. You have no warning for what’s about to happen.
He squeezes your throat, his lips latching onto your clit, and sucks it so hard into his mouth your back arches off the couch, two long fingers push into your cunt and he drags his fingers along your walls.
Your hands fly to his head, grabbing his soft locks, pushing him into you as you beg him not to stop.
He alternates between soft, light licks and fierce pulls of your swollen bud that have you wailing and trembling. His fingers curling deep within you, he can just hear the wet sloshing of your cunt over your wanton sobs and strangled moans.
The coil spirals tighter and hotter within in you until it snaps and you shatter under his tongue.
He’s doesn’t stop even when you gush all over his face, if anything he doubles down, sending you over the edge again and again until you’re pleading that you can’t take anymore. He shakes his head, determined to make you cum one more time.
He doesn’t stop to breathe.
Then he finds your sweet spot, the rough pad of his index finger rubbing it over and over. “Oh shit, Buck-Bucky, yes right the- “ You yank his hair when your orgasm burns through you, white-sultry heat rushing through your nerves, you feel it down to your toes. Legs locked around his head, thighs quivering, his name a silent scream on your lips.
When he finally lets you go, your eyes are glazed over as you pant, unable to move or speak. Bucky lays you down on the couch, putting his football sweatshirt over you as a makeshift blanket, and props your feet in his lap.
He turns back to the screen and leans back. He wipes his chin off with the back of his hand and licks his fingers clean. Looking over at your sleeping face, he smirks. “You better pass, dollface.”
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So how I know I’m on some hoe shit right now. I really want Bucky to slowly fuck me and when he’s balls deep into my shit I want him to press on my stomach and say the corny ass line that is “you feel me right in here” good god star I need some fucking help
You need help? How can I help you when I need help too???? NSFW under the cut
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He would be so smug listening to you whimper. "What's wrong kitten?" He smirked in your ear, voice a near growl, you can feel the rumble in chest.
He's so deep in your tight cunt that you feel him everywhere but it's not enough, Bucky wants to fucking ruin you tonight. He wants you to feel him tomorrow when you're getting up, he wants you to feel him for the rest of the week, so he lifts your leg higher and higher until your thighs burn.
"S'good wrapped around my cock kitten," he groans so vulgarly that you clench down even harder. He rewards you for being such a good girl. His strokes tightening the coil in your belly.
He puts your hand against your belly, pressing it down. "You feel me right in there, right where I belong huh? This is all mine." His hips snap up into you and he goes even deeper in your body until you shake from the force, almost feral with need to cum. "Fuckin perfect, made just for me weren't you kitten."
His voice is the last thing you hear before stars explode behind your eyes, your orgams rendering you speechless.
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Partners Against Crime
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral Reader
Summary: After your boyfriend takes a promotion, you’re assigned a new partner. How will you both deal with the separation and potential of someone getting in the way? 
Warnings: This fanfiction does revolve around law enforcement but I will not include any controversies. 
Word Count: 2.4k
A/N: Thank you @stucky-my-ship for requesting this! I’m so excited to turn this into a series. Hope you enjoy <3 Thank you so much to those who read! Feedback and interactions are heavily appreciated. Also! Please reach out if you would like to be tagged in future parts and my other projects.
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Part 1
You flickered your eyes open as a blaring noise came from beside you. No matter how many years of experience you had with this job, you swore you would never get used to this schedule. Even when you were starting out as a beat cop everything seemed easier. It was probably just the adrenaline from coming straight out of the academy but then your life changed. You were promoted from beat and finally landed your goal job as a detective. You dreamed of being a detective ever since you were little. You smiled softly at the memory of you sneaking downstairs to watch tv behind your parents backs. Often finding yourself glued to crime shows; they fueled your desires to take down criminals.
You throw your arm toward the side table and shut off the alarm. Then you proceed to roll over and frown at the empty bed space beside you. Your boyfriend, James Barnes, well you called him Bucky, just got promoted to Sergeant. He was officially in charge of the precinct you both worked at. Which was both a blessing and a curse. You were so proud of Bucky, he finally got the promotion he has been working his ass off for and the new job came with a lot of good things for him.
But, you couldn't hide the fact that it was gonna severely weigh on you. You and Buck had been partners since you first got promoted to detective. You both really clicked from that day forward. It was gonna take a lot to get used to not having him by your side. In this line of work you need a person you can trust one thousand percent. At the end of the day this person is in charge of your life and you're in charge of theirs. Bucky was the definition of what a partner meant to you. Which is why it was no shock that three years later you both shared an apartment and ended up falling in love. However you just knew the promotion would put a damper on that as well. You had to keep your affair hidden from the precinct and trusted very few people. When you moved in with Bucky, you weren't even allowed to update your address so every now and then you'd make your way over to your old place to pick up mail. Luckily, you hit it off with your old landlord and he helps with anything and everything you need. Although you were certain he did it to eventually get a legal favor. But you didn't mind. It bought you time with the man you love.
Being that the precinct didn't know about you and Bucky, you couldn't stop yourself from worrying about the future. He was no longer your equal. He was your boss and you were terrified of the thought of someone finding out about your relationship. It could get both of you fired or moved to different precincts. Which was the better of the two, but it would be hard to work without each other. You strongly believed what made you best at your job was having him beside you. Or at least in the same work place. This mindset also made you question if your relationship would ever progress more than it was. Of course you wanted to eventually marry Bucky but how would that work with your jobs? There were so many obstacles the two of you faced and it made you even more stressed for your first day without him.
While groaning, you rub your face. Then you gain the strength to pull yourself from the half empty bed. You make your way to the bathroom and turn on the water. Giving it time to heat up while you go grab a towel and pick out clothes for your day. After showering and getting ready, you stepped out of your shared room. The apartment is small and cozy. New York was an expensive city to live in but you both made it work. When you were looking for apartments, you didn't care where you ended up just as long as we were with each other. Being that the apartment was tiny, you could see straight into the kitchen from the hallway. Your eyes fell straight on a note besides the partially full coffee pot. You smile to yourself and walk over. You lift it off the counter and begin to read,
Good morning Doll
I hope you slept well. I left early this morning to get a head start on everything at the station. I made us coffee. I hope it's still good by the time you wake up.
Yours,
Bucky
P.S. Please grab our usual at the deli before you come in
You let out a brief chuckle at the final sentence written on the piece of paper. You grab a travel mug from the cabinet and place it in front of you. Then you proceed to grab the pot and pour it into the cup. After adding creamer and sugar, you bring the cup to your lips and take a small sip. The coffee was good but on the colder side. Therefore you pop it in the microwave while you quickly grab your belongings. When you hear the beep, you remove it and put the lid on. Carrying everything with you out of the door.
While driving to work, you swing by the deli up the road from your apartment building. You park on the busy New York street and quickly get out of your car and run inside. The bell above the door dings and Frank and Linda look up from behind the counter. You shoot them a large smile and they quickly return. The deli was owned by this sweet older couple since the early 70s. They were so kind to you and really cared for their regulars. So much so, they memorized Bucky and your order. Sometimes even having it ready before you arrive in the mornings.
"Good morning (y/n)! Where's Bucky?" Frank asks, his welcoming smile fading into a light frown. He walks toward the edge of the counter to meet you.
"Good morning! He went in early. First day of the new promotion. I'm still gonna bring him breakfast though," you explained while Linda grabbed a brown paper bag from the far counter and brought it toward you.
"Oh! Please tell him we wish him well, would you? We remember like it was yesterday when you both started coming in here. You've come a very long way and were so proud of you both," Linda said kindly. Her words turn your cheeks a dark shade of pink.
You could remember that day like it was yesterday as well. Bucky brought you here on your first day of the job and you've been coming to Frank's since.
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"Why don't we stop and get food before we start our case? I know this amazing deli a few blocks away from the station," Detective Barnes suggests and you nod.
His gaze stays on you while you both get into his car. You slide into the passenger seat then proceed to put your seat belt on. You watch him do the same then start the car.
"So how long have you been a detective?" you ask softly, fiddling with your notebook and pen in your lap.
"Bout' 5 years or so. Rogers, the guy you met back at the precinct, he was my partner. We go way back," He replies while he pulls out of his parking spot. Beginning to make his way up the block.
You watched the busy street and took everything in with new eyes. You lived in New York your whole life but the city was still new to you. Your gaze shifts to your partner and you blushed lightly. His dark hair, calming smile and kind personality seemed to draw you in. But you pushed those thoughts away. This was professional and you knew that. However you found yourself incredibly lucky to be partnered with someone who already gave you such a welcoming homely feeling.
"Whatcha thinking about, (y/l/n)?" he asks. Shifting his attention from the road to you. His eyes connected with yours and suddenly all of your first day jitters went away.
His eye snapped back to the road and he began puling to a stop. Veering off to the right side of the road into an empty parking spot. Once his eyes snapped away, you took a deep breath and looked away as well.
"Just trying to get a good read on my partner. Making sure he's not dirty or part of something that'll get me killed," you say jokingly. You let out a laugh at your own stupid explanation and Barnes' attention quickly turned back to you. The corners of his mouth instantly went up and he shot you a toothy grin.
"Don't worry. If you're with me long enough. I'd let you in on my dirty cop side. No need to fear for your life," He joked back. Holding up his hands as if he were surrendering.
"All about the money in the end, isn't it Barnes?" You asked, continuing this forming inside joke.
"Oh definitely."
You both get out of the vehicle and you notice a big sign above the small deli. The name reading FRANK'S. You both walk inside and you smile as you're greeted by a seemingly older couple. You have been to countless deli's in New York State but this one gave you a great feeling. You didn't have family in the city. So it amazed you how quickly strangers could become such a crucial piece in your life.
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She hands the order to you and you begin to pull out your wallet. Frank instantly puts his hand up and smiles, "Please it's on the house today. Also don't forget your coffee! Feel free to grab one for Bucky too."
"Thank you so much," was all you managed to reply with. Their utter kindness always brought so much love to your heart.
You notice you forgot the mugs so you walk out of the shop toward your car. You unlock it and pull on the passenger side door. You put the food in your car. Then lean over and grab your nearly empty travel mug from home and the spare from your car. You bring them inside so you can quickly fill them up before making a b line to work.
When you arrive, you walked into the precinct with your hands full. Doing your best to carefully get to your desk. You notice Bucky making himself at home in his new office and you can't help but feel an overwhelming amount of happiness for your boyfriend. He looks so excited and you were so incredibly proud of him. You set your coffee down then pull out your breakfast sandwich placing it on your desk. You grab the brown bag and Bucky's coffee wasting no time before you walk into his office. The man instantly looks up from his papers with a smile.
"Good morning beautiful. Is that for me?" He asks softly, keeping his voice low enough so no one hears.
"Good morning Sergeant Barnes," you say with a small smirk growing on your lips. You move closer to the desk and set everything down. "Linda and Frank gave us our food for free today. They wanted to congratulate you on the promotion. They're very proud of you."
"That's very kind of them. I needed this. Thanks for picking up the food. Rogers told me to come in early and I'm kinda glad I did because he was able to give me the full run down. Hopefully everything goes smoothly from here on out. Although it was weird coming in alone. I hope that won't become a regular thing. Despite the headache, I love our chaotic mornings," Bucky explains followed by a small chuckle. Your mind instantly recalls how usually your mornings consisted of you both fighting for space to get ready. Except you also both secretly adored the morning due to the fact Bucky loves to wake you up with light kisses.
"I agree. I really hope it's not regular. I already lost my partner, the last thing I want to lose is alone time with my boyfriend," you sigh then force a slight laugh. You didn't mean for it to come off in an upsetting way, but you realized it did when the room fell silent.
"Is my new partner coming in today?" You ask curiously, unable to find anything but awkwardness after your statement. You pay close attention to his face and notice a sour look appear. Maybe he wasn't taking it as well as you thought.
"Yeah. He should be in soon," Bucky replies and you nod. You walk out of his office and make your way to your own desk.
You unwrap your sandwich and use one hand to eat and the other to flip through your files. Taking in all of the new information for the case you are starting. You quickly finish your food then you take a large sip of your coffee. You haven't been given any information on your new partner so you wanted to make sure you knew as much as you could about your mutual assignment. Just in case you were stuck with someone inexperienced.
After about a half hour of being lost in thought while analyzing your papers, Bucky's strong voice fills the room. You look up and catch his gaze. He motions for you to come toward him; you get up from your chair and follow behind him into his office. Inside you see a man sitting in one of the two chairs across from Bucky's. He had on black dress pants, a light blue button up shirt and a black blazer. The outfit complimented his body quite well. Your focus moves up to his face, noticing his piercing blue eyes and his slightly long blonde hair. You hear a fake cough come from Bucky and instantly look at him.
"Detective (y/l/n), this is your new partner. You guys will be working the Reagan case together."
The man stands up from his chair and eyes you up and down. He finally extends his hand to you and you shake it.
"Hi, I'm Detective John Walker."
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Hi Chris!! Sorry to bother you I’m sure you have lots of important stuff to worry about like work/school and personal life but I requested a chubby!policesergeant!bucky about 3 weeks ago and I was wondering how it’s going and when is going to be uploaded………
I’M SORRY!!!!!!!
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Hey! I am beyond sorry for how long it’s taken. I’ve been dealing with quite a few things over the past few weeks and it’s put a damper on my writing and contributed to my writers block. I’m gonna work on it tonight! I’m hoping I can get the first part posted by Friday. I’m sorry! Hope you’re well!
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I’m gonna be honest...all I’m thinking about is walking in on Steve jerking off while on a mission with him or something. He’s so sweet and respectful and after going so long without actually being with a woman, I feel like he would get really sheepish and nervous getting caught touching himself.
That is, until you sit on the edge of his bed, running your hand up his thigh before replacing his hand with yours and slowly stroke him. He was already close when you walked in, so he’d cum pretty quickly after you touched him, but with his super soldier stamina he’s immediately ready to go a round with you.
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Gender Neutral!Reader
Word Count: 1,203
Summary: You probably should have knocked first, but considering the sight before you? You’re so glad you didn’t.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Masturbation (m). Hand job. Cum play. Super serumy cum volume lolol. 18+ only!
A/N: You devious nonnie, please know this ask haunted me for like two months until I had time to write this lol. I know you specifically mentioned a woman, but I’ve been wanting to try my hand at some gender neutral!reader fics to be more inclusive, and I think I managed to pull it off here! 🙏🏻 Enjoy! ❤️
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You were still buzzing from the successful mission when you stopped by the door leading to Steve’s room in the safehouse where you were staying overnight.
Hungry and on your way to make some food, you thought you would see if he wanted to join you. You were hoping he would, and still grinning like an idiot at the memory of the soft smile he gave you after praising you on your performance today before disappearing down the hall to clean up.
You were too caught up in your own thoughts to knock and let yourself into his room without really thinking it through.
“Hey, Steve, I was gonna whip up some dinner, if you’re interested--” your words died off into a choked gasp of surprise when you glanced up and realized what you were looking at.
Steve Rogers jerking off.
You swallowed, your face warming quickly as your wide eyes took in the sight of the Captain sitting on the edge of the bed, naked and still dewey from his shower. His towel was rumpled beneath him as his big hand fisted his impressive cock, his head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, and lips parted on a moan.
Well, until he registered the sound of your voice and your presence standing in his doorway.
“Shit,” Steve hissed, his face going red as he quickly cupped his hands over his length, his gaze dropping to the floor to avoid yours at all costs.
Because he was somehow humiliated and still painfully close to cumming, a combination he never really experienced before.
There was a long moment of tense, awkward silence before you were scrambling to apologize.
“Oh my god, Steve! I am so sorry, I should have knocked. I’m such an idiot, I wasn’t thinking--”
“No,” he hurried to explain himself. “I uh, shouldn’t have been doing this on a mission. I’m the one who should be sorry.”
It was a struggle to keep your gaze above his neck, especially with getting a front row seat to that perfect, god-like body of his, but you did your best.
“No, I mean, technically the mission’s over,” you offered, your gaze dropping to his lap as he shifted uncomfortably.
You got a peek of his massive cock, feeling a new kind of warmth surge through you as you took a step toward him without thinking.
God, he was beautiful, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to hold that cock he was trying so hard to hide. Squeeze it and pull all sorts of naughty, desperate sounds from him.
Steve was openly gaping at you as you sat next to him on the bed, your thigh pressing against his as you leaned in close.
“What are you--” Steve started, but you quickly cut him off.
“Who were you thinking about when you were touching yourself, Steve?” you asked quietly, your eyes catching his and unable to look away from just how dark lust had turned them.
His adam’s apple bobbed on a nervous swallow, and then he was whispering, “I was thinkin’ of you.”
Delight zipped through your body like an electrical current, and you couldn’t hide a pleased smile as you leaned even closer to Steve, breathing in his clean, musky scent.
“I was hoping you would say that,” you murmured, running your hand up his bare thigh, marveling at the firmness of it, before you were gently touching his hands. “Let me make you feel good.”
Steve didn’t resist as you gently pushed his hands away, revealing his swollen cock.
You licked your lips as you watched it spring up against his taut stomach, firm and proud and smeared with pre-cum.
As your hand reached for him, you heard Steve’s breath catch, and as your fingers curled around him, soaking up his heat and reveling in the velvety steel now in your grip, Steve moaned quietly, his fingers curling against the blanket beneath you both as you slowly started to stroke him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, hips lifting into your touch, his gaze wild and desperate as he turned to you, watching you in awe as you slowly--confidently--worked him over. “I won’t last long, I was already close when you walked in.”
“Good,” you smirked playfully, leaning in and teasing his lips with yours. “I wanna see you cum all over my hand. Wanna watch you make a mess, Steve, can you do that for me?”
“God yes,” he groaned.
He pressed his forehead to yours, grunting as you squeezed him tight, your pace picking up as your thumb swirled over the crown of his cock.
Steve reached for you, hand sliding along your waist until his fingers were digging into your ass and dragging you against him. His mouth descended on yours, lips tasting and tongue teasing before sweeping into your mouth and swallowing your moan.
Breaking the kiss abruptly, Steve stayed close, his lips knocking against yours as he gasped, “I’m gonna cum.”
“Do it. Please,” you begged softly, nipping at his lip as you stroked him faster. You tilted your face, nose bumping his. “Then once you’re ready for me again, I’m gonna take you in my mouth and gag on this big, pretty cock until you’re cumming down my throat.”
“Fuck!” Steve grunted, his hips jerking frantically as he reached his peak.
You pulled away to watch, humming in satisfaction as rope after rope of sticky, white cum shot from him, making a mess of your hand and Steve’s stomach.
“There’s so much,” you whispered, stroking him through his release, which seemed to go on forever.
“It’s the serum,” Steve panted, looking dazed as he glanced down at his lap. And then he was watching, mouth hanging open, as you pulled your cum-covered hand away, lifted it to your mouth, and started to lick the mess away with your tempting, pink tongue. “Jesus Christ.”
You smirked around your treat as Steve groaned, planting his hands behind him on the bed and sagging back.
“Tastes just as good as you look,” you winked at him. “We really shouldn’t let any of it go to waste,” you teased, sinking to the floor, pushing Steve’s legs open, and settling between them.
He quavered your name, his cock twitching back to life against his thigh before you took him back in hand and began licking him clean.
“God,” Steve rasped, big hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as you had your fun. “You’re something else.”
“I’m also super desperate for you,” you confessed once you were done. Rubbing your hands against Steve’s thighs, you couldn’t help but stare at his cock. “Wanna feel you fill me up, Steve, please?”
As you glanced up to meet his gaze, you saw his patented soft smile curling his lips, but there was a hint of a smirk there too.
Eyes darker than before, Steve caressed your cheek with his knuckles, his thumb teasing along the seam of your lips and tugging on the bottom one as he said, “I can do that. I can do that all day.”
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whore4teamcap · 3 years
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Don’t Give Up On Me
𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: You stole his plum one spring day. Then his heart. You can keep both as long as you promise to love him and not give up on him.
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You stole the last plum.
You met the man of your dreams because you stole the last plum.
A brisk spring breeze had picked up around the small, noisy marketplace, flyers fluttering as the wind moved around you, people chatting and laughing as they held down loose items.
Bringing your hood over your head, you tucked your phone between your ear and shoulder. Distracted by your best friend asking when you were coming home, you had inadvertently snatched the slightly bruised purple fruit from his gloved hand.
Bucky coughed, clearing his throat to ask for it back, his words fizzling in his throat when you turned to him. His mouth parted in shock and wonder when his mesmerizing blue eyes connected with yours.
The world stopped, faded into the background. For a second, all you could hear was his quiet breathing. All you could see were his eyes, guarded under the rim of his black cap. Hauntingly beautiful, full of secrets that only you would uncover.
Then your phone slipped to the pavement with a clatter, and the world spun again, the spell broken. You held out your arm, his eyes dropping to the little fruit wobbling on your open palm.
“Keep it.” He spoke, his tone gravelly, a slight hesitation as if he hadn’t spoken in a while, “I can come back tomorrow.” His voice deepened with each word. You knew then his voice would become one of your favorite sounds.
“No, no, you had it first. I’m sorry, I can come back tomorrow,“ you insist.
After a few more minutes of both of you each trying to get the other to take the overripe fruit, the vendor leaned over her cart with a knowing grin. “Son, why don’t you share it with the pretty girl and you both come back tomorrow, I’ll hide my best ones for you.”
When you started to shake your head, she stopped you with a look that said ‘shut up I’m trying to help you,’ her eyes cutting from your face to him. “And I won’t sell to either of you unless you show up together.”
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whore4teamcap · 3 years
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The person I reblogged this from deserves happiness and love
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whore4teamcap · 3 years
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Hey guys! Change of plans I’m releasing a fic where Chris Evans comforts you while you have to put your cat down :( I recently lost mine and it’s been hitting me hard so I really need to express it somewhere. Please comment or dm me and let me know if you want to be tagged! My Bucky fic will still be out soon! I’ve just run into some hurdles. Love you guys :(
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