#Dark!Steve Rogers x WOC reader

[cthulhu-calling]

Camisado 1

Dark!Steve Rogers x female!Reader

Summary : You always thought you’d marry someone closer to your age, but you couldn’t complain. Although Steve was nearly seven years older than you, you couldn’t have asked for a better partner. He was kind, sweet and had always looked out for you ever since you moved into the neighbourhood at fifteen years of age. At first, you assumed it was an elder brother-ly thing. Beating up the boys at school who were bothering you, those who asked you to accompany them to the movies even after you said no. But on your nineteenth birthday, when he kissed you in the kitchen while your party continued on in the backyard, everything changed. You’d been going out since then and he’d made it clear to you as well as your parents that he planned on making an honest woman out of you.  You and Steve had the perfect life, you couldn't ask for anything more. But that doesn't mean he couldn't.

Warnings : 1950's AU, smut, misogyny, factual inaccuracies, lots of talk of pregnancy (seriously, this is a major content warning)

Author’s Note : Reader has no specified race or body type. It has all the period typical sexism but considering that when I imagine readers, they're always woc, there will be no period typical racism. Not beta'd so all mistakes are my own. I tried to do as much research on life in 1950's America so please be kind and let me know what you think!

Word Count : 5k

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You fell back on the couch, deciding on taking a small break after having spent the whole morning dusting and vacuuming the house. You still had to do the dishes and hang the clothes out to dry. Your mama always said, a man’s home is a reflection of the woman he’s with, and so you made sure to keep the house in near perfect condition. You looked up at the clock, a wedding gift from Steve’s ma. You adored Sarah Rogers, she was almost like a second mother to you. It was already past noon and you really needed to get a move on. You had less than an hour to take a quick shower and then make a quick lunch for you and Steve to take to the garage. 

Finishing your shower in record time, you quickly add chicken soup, flour, pepper and cayenne into the slow cooker followed by stirring in the chicken and veggies. You knew Steve always enjoyed your slow cooked chicken a la king. You could leave it on and it would be ready just in time for dinner. Packing a quick ham and cheese sandwich for the both of you, you placed it in your bag before checking your appearance one last time in the mirror. You had on a sleeveless white blouse with a blue, floral-a-line circle skirt and black kitten heels along with a classic red lip. Steve always preferred you in skirts and dresses as opposed to pants or trousers. 

With ten minutes before the clock struck one, you quickly made your way out of the house and began the short walk to the garage where Steve worked. You always brought Steve his lunch and spent the half hour of his lunch break with him and today was no exception. You’d been married for just over a year now and the two of you had decided that you’d wait for a while before starting a family, wanting to just enjoy each other’s company for a while before you added children to the mix. But it was established that you both wanted kids. While two would be more than enough for you, Steve wanted three, at the very least. 

You always thought you’d marry someone closer to your age, but you couldn’t complain. Although Steve was nearly seven years older than you, you couldn’t have asked for a better partner. He was kind, sweet and had always looked out for you ever since you moved into the neighbourhood at fifteen years of age. At first, you assumed it was an elder brother-ly thing. Beating up the boys at school who were bothering you, those who asked you to accompany them to the movies even after you said no. But on your nineteenth birthday, when he kissed you in the kitchen while your party continued on in the backyard, everything changed. You’d been going out since then and he’d made it clear to you as well as your parents that he planned on making an honest woman out of you. 

And exactly three years later, on your twenty-second birthday, he asked you to marry him. And you said yes, of course. The two of you got married two months after that day, in an intimate ceremony with only the closest of friends and family. Steve worked as a mechanic at Mr. Stark’s garage, making more than enough for the two of you. After the monthly expenses, the mortgage on the house and your savings were covered, you had just enough left every month to go out for a fancy dinner and to the movies once. 

As you reached the garage, you spotted Steve bent over the open bonnet of a car, tinkering around. Taking this opportunity to startle him, you walk up behind him as slowly and noiselessly as possible before placing a hand on his shoulder, calling out his name, causing him to startle and hit his head on the bonnet. He curses loudly before turning around, the anger evident in his eyes which burns out a little when he sees you. “You should know better than to do something like that doll,” he whispers in your ear, pulling you close by your waist before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. You feel the heat rising to your face as you look towards your feet, licking your lips as you mumble out an apology. 

“Why don’t you take a seat doll, I’ll be done here in five,” he says before continuing to work on the engine. You nod as you take a seat a little distance away, pulling out the book you got from the library last week, smoothing out the dog-eared edge before diving back into the book. Just as you were about to finish the chapter you’d been reading, Bucky walks out of Mr. Stark’s office, snatching the book right out of your hands. “Hey!” you huff out a protest, reaching out for the book that he proceeded to hold above his head. Laughing heartily at your antics, Steve comes up behind Bucky to snatch the book and hands it back to you before sitting down and pulling you onto his lap, wrapping his arm around your waist possessively. 

Rolling his eyes at that, Bucky continues “Nat needs y’all to come over for dinner tomorrow night,” he says as he opens his lunch, digging into the food. Bucky and Natasha were Steve’s friends and had become yours too when you started dating him. The two had been married for five years now. Natasha was probably the most badass woman you’d ever met and while you hoped your mama never caught you saying that, it was true. She was headstrong and never took any crap from anyone. She was a nurse and while you admired her, you were a bit envious of the fact that she was a working woman. Steve didn’t allow you to work. He believed that it was his job to earn money to support you and while you would have still loved to work, you understood that things couldn’t always go your way. 

“What for? We’re going to my ma’s tomorrow night,” he questioned as you handed him his sandwich, before grabbing your own. 

“Go to Sarah’s some other day. Nat’s going to prepare a feast and she needs you there. Sam and Wanda and Clint and the family are coming too. Come with your appetites prepared,” he said, finishing off the last of his lunch before dusting his hands off and getting back to work, “No excuses, be there by seven. And for god’s sake Rogers, look presentable.” 

“Beat it, punk,” Steve yelled as Bucky moved away with a wave of his middle finger. You looked at Steve, giggling, before promising, “I’ll drop by and make her some soup for tonight. I’ll spend the night too if need be. Don’t worry, we’ll go to Nat’s tomorrow,” you kissed his cheek before removing yourself from his lap, packing up your bag. “I should get going, let you get back to work. I have lots to do at home,” you wave a goodbye, Steve watching your hips sway. 

Steve knew you were the perfect dame for him. He loved you more than anyone he’d ever loved before. He knew you’d be the perfect wife and mother to his children. He wanted you just to himself for a little time before the two of you started a family because he knew once he got you pregnant, he planned on keeping you round and full of himself for as long as possible. Just the thought of you barefoot and pregnant under his roof, cooking for him and his children, your breasts swollen and heavy with milk for his child. Just the thought of you pregnant and oh, so sensitive because of him, it all turned him on more than you could ever imagine. 

He vowed to start trying to get you pregnant soon. 

*

By the time you got done with all your chores around the house, you were exhausted. Dinner was done about halfway and the chicken noodle soup for Sarah was done and packed for you to take to her. She wasn’t feeling too well the past few days so you and Steve were going to visit her tomorrow with dinner, just to check up on her. But now, you’d already called and told her about your plans for tomorrow evening and that you’d swing by today before dinner. She was rather accommodating, claiming that the two of you needed to spend time with people your age. And she sounded much better as well. Her cold seemed to have improved and she sounded more energetic. 

At half past five, you decided to get to Sarah's house. She lived close enough, just a couple of houses down the street. When you and Steve got married, you decided to get a house close enough to both his ma and your parents as well. Which reminded you that you needed to visit your mama soon as well. You had borrowed her Vogue knitting books, and it was high time you gave them back. You quickly make the ten minute walk to her house and let yourself in using your set of keys to enter the house, not wanting Sarah to move around too much but to your surprise, you find her in the kitchen, humming a tune you couldn’t quite recognise, cooking what smelled like her famous lasagna causing your mouth to water instantly, the response Pavlovian at this point. 

“You’re supposed to be in bed ma, not prancing around the kitchen doing only the Lord knows what,” you say as she turns around, giving you a wide smile. 

“Don’t you dare sass me kid. Is that really how you greet your poor old mother in law?” she asked as she walked out of the kitchen, pulling you into a tight hug. Giving you a final squeeze, she grabbed your hands in her frail ones, leading you towards the living room. 

Stopping her halfway, you let go of her hand before holding up the thermos full of warm soup that you had brought. 

“I’m going to put this away for now. Heat it up before you eat it, okay?” you instructed as you moved towards the kitchen, putting the soup to the side before moving your hair out of your face and tying on an apron. 

“And what exactly do you think you’re doing missy?” she said as she followed you into the kitchen, thin arms crossed across her chest.

“Doing your dishes, what else?” 

“Is anything I say going to make you stop?” she wondered out loud. 

“Fat chance,” you said as you rolled your eyes. 

“Well, you better hang around until the lasagna is done, I’ll pack some for Steve. Speaking of which, where is that boy?,” she said.

“Still at the shop I believe,” you answered, almost done with the few dishes. 

“I see,” she says, an odd look passing over her face but she doesn’t say anything further so you continue to work in a comfortable silence. 

Wiping your hands when you were done, you removed your apron and put it back in its place. “Alright ma, I should get going. Steve must be back by now,” you said as you took your bag, a large oven dish of lasagna in your hands, moving towards the door, only to be stopped by her. 

“Tell me my dear, have y’all thought about babies yet?” 

Furrowing your eyebrows, you look at her with a confused look. “We’ve decided to wait. And we’ve only been married a year now,” you answer. 

Laughing lightly, she squeezes your hand in hers before letting go. “Alright. You tell that boy to come see me soon, okay?” You nod and wave goodbye as you start walking home. Checking the time on your watch, you’re horrified to find it’s already quarter to seven and increasing your pace, almost running to get back home before Steve. You reach home with just five minutes before the clock strikes seven, having just enough time to freshen up and fix your hair before the doorbell rings. 

At the sight of you, a smile quickly overtakes his face which you can’t help but reciprocate. As soon as he walks in he has his arms around you, pulling you into a passionate kiss. You quickly push him away with a giggle, “At least wash your hands first!” 

“I can’t help myself when it comes to you,” he says, squeezing your ass which causes you to squeak. Laughing, he hangs his cap and goes to freshen up as you get to setting dinner out. 

At the table, you tell Steve of his mom’s request and he agrees, saying he’ll go see her on Sunday. 

“Any clue what this impromptu get-together at Bucky and Nat’s is about ?” 

“I tried but couldn’t get anything outta him. Guess we’ll only know tomorrow,” he shrugged. 

“I should call and ask if she needs any help,” you said after dinner once you were done with clearing the table and putting the leftovers in the fridge. Steve was in the living room with a book and a beer. You couldn’t afford a television just yet but Steve had been saving up and according to him, you’d be able to get one in a month or two. 

He hummed absentmindedly, which meant he wasn’t really paying attention. Sighing, you quickly rang Nat up. It was Bucky who answered the phone. 

“Hey, is Nat there?” you asked. 

“Sure, I’ll just put her on,” he said and you could hear him calling out to Natasha in the background. 

“Hello dear, to what do I owe this pleasure?” she laughed. 

Giggling, you reply “Just wanted to check if you needed any help for tomorrow. It was rather impromptu and I heard that everyone is coming,” to which she only huffed and said “I just require you and Steve to show up, that’s all. Now I got loads to do honey, I’ll see you tomorrow!” she said as she swiftly hung up leaving you a little stunned. 

“That was weird,” you think out loud as you sit down next to Steve on the couch, his arm immediately draping itself around your shoulder and pulling you into his body. You snuggle closer, a content sigh slipping from your lips. 

“Don’t think so much, it’s probably nothing,” he soothes, his fingers playing with the collar of your blouse. Oh, so he was listening. 

“But-“ you start, immediately silenced by Steve shushing you. “Enough about this. We’ll go there tomorrow and find out,” he chastises, his tone leaving no room for argument. 

Deciding to just let it go for now, you untangle yourself from Steve who lets you go albeit a bit reluctantly and get ready for bed. It takes you some time to fall asleep but with Steve’s arm around your waist, holding you close, you manage to get a few hours of rest. 

*

You fixed your pretty yellow sundress and checked your hair and makeup one last time in the mirror. Modest but tempting. Perfect. Just as you were about to call out to Steve, he emerged from the bath, freshly shaved. Still not dressed, you tilt your head towards the cupboard, urging him to get dressed quickly. 

Rolling his eyes playfully, selecting a simple khaki and the baby blue shirt you’d left out for him. Steve combed his hair back, following you out of your bedroom, watching you pack up his ma’s lasagna. You knew it was Bucky’s favourite, it was almost everybody’s favourite, having not let him eat any of it last night. 

You knew Nat hadn’t asked you to bring anything with you but your mama would never let you leave home for a party without a little something for the hosts. So here you were, outside Nat and Bucky’s door, a tray of lasagna in your hands and Steve’s arms around your waist. Bucky opened the door with a wide smile, a bottle of beer in his hand. 

“Come on in, kids!” He almost yelled, definitely a little tipsy. Smiling at him, you stepped inside and Steve closed the door behind the two of you. 

Sam and Wanda sat on the couch, each nursing their own bottle of beer and a glass of wine respectively. She smiled and waved at you, patting the couch on her side, inviting you to take a seat. Holding up the lasagna, you tilted your head, motioning towards the kitchen. 

Natasha and Wanda both drank occasionally. You didn’t though. Steve didn’t like you drinking, not even a beer on the occasion. It was all your fault really. 

It was your best friend from school Ella’s twentieth birthday. Just you and a couple of other people from your class decided to surprise her with a little get together near the lake by the old lighthouse. You knew there would be alcohol but as long as you didn’t drink too much and were aware of your surroundings, things would be fine right? 

Wrong. Steve had been by your parents house, looking for you and being told exactly where and with who you were, he couldn’t control his rage. He didn’t approve of ‘Ella and her posse of bimbos’, as he put it. You knew that and while you didn’t agree with him, it was the reason you couldn’t tell him about your whereabouts that night. 

When he finally found you, you were sitting on a little picnic blanket, half drunk bottle of beer in your hands, chatting away with Ella and her boyfriend. You were a little tipsy but immediately sobered up at the sight of Steve storming towards you. 

You quickly got up, dropping the bottle as it rolled off somewhere, the sound of your heart beating and the blood rushing through your veins deafening. Ella tried to intercept him, trying to get him to stop and talk but he just ignored her and continued to walk towards you, grabbing hold of your upper arm. You yelped loudly at how tight his grip was, trying to get him to let go of you as he dragged you away from the lake and towards his motorcycle. 

At a distance from the lake, he finally let go of your arm, pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes shut. 

“Ste-,”

“Shut up. I don’t want a word out of you,” he spat. 

You quickly shut your mouth, taking a step back from him. 

“How many times, huh? How many fucking times have I told you to stay away from that girl? And yet, here you are, dressed like a slut, drinking away with that stupid whore and her friends,” he says viciously, taking a step forward for each one you took back until you were backed up against a tree. 

You were terrified. You’d never seen him this angry before, at least not at you. 

“You are never to see that girl again, do you understand?” he barks, causing you to nod your head so hard, you thought your neck might snap. 

“Good. Let’s get you home. Put this on,” he says as he holds up his jacket for you which you promptly slip on, following him to his motorcycle. You don’t even realise when you start crying, the tears streaming down your face making the skin burn against the harsh wind. 

When you finally reached home, you got off wordlessly, shrugging off his jacket which was hanging from your smaller frame and handing it to him. You turned to walk back towards the front door only to be stopped by him grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward him. 

At the sight of the wet trails streaking your face, a flash of guilt passes in his eyes but it’s gone just as quickly as it arrived. 

“You know I’m saying this because I care about you, okay? I don’t want anything bad happening to you, you know that right?” 

You can only nod numbly, as he gives you a small smile and a peck on the lips before gesturing for you to go back in, watching you till you’ve gone inside and locked the front door. 

Of course, you wouldn’t talk to him for days after that. Ignoring his phone calls or having your mama pick up the phone, telling him you weren’t home when he came knocking. 

You made him grovel and plead, letting him know just how angry you were but in the end, you gave in. You loved him, with his flaws and all. 

Pulling yourself out of your little daydream, you walked towards the kitchen where you could hear Natasha moving about. As you walked, you admired the picture frames that adorned the walls. You loved Nat and Bucky’s house, so happy and full of memories. You couldn’t wait to have that with Steve. 

“Now, didn’t I tell you not to get anything? I’m cooking up a storm here, who’s gonna eat all of this?” She questioned, her hands on her hips, over mitts on her hands and a frilly apron on. 

You laughed and moved closer to give her a quick peck on her cheek, putting the lasagna on the counter. 

“It’s Sarah’s lasagna. You don’t have to worry about it going to waste,” you tried. 

“Oh, I know. But you know my cooking can’t compare to hers!” She complained mockingly. Sharing a laugh, you start helping about, feeling odd just standing there doing nothing. She lets you help but refuses to tell you why she wanted everyone to come over when you tried to  ask. 

You had to give it to her though, she really had outdone herself. As you helped her take the food to the table, you were in awe. Tuna noodle casserole, beef stroganoff and mashed potatoes completed with the perfect buttermilk pie. The sight alone made your mouth water and tummy grumble. 

At the delicious scent wafting from the dining table, everyone slowly poured in, each of them grabbing a plate and loading it up. You couldn’t wait to dig in, everything looked mouthwatering. Jokes were made and compliments given, you made to take a bite but were immediately stopped by the conversation taking place across from where you and Steve sat. 

Bucky was urging Natasha to take a bigger helping of the mashed potatoes. While that was not particularly surprising, the next bit caused everyone to stop and stare. 

“You really should take some more,” he says, adding another heap of the potatoes to her plate, “you’re eating for two now.” 

You’d never heard silence quite this loud, everyone stopped midway, staring at Natasha and Bucky. Not Clint’s children of course, they couldn’t be bothered by much. They were busy stuffing their little faces with the feast Nat had prepared. 

After a minute or two of utter silence, a cheer broke out and Natasha and Bucky sighed, exchanging small smiles of relief. 

You, along with Laura and Wanda got up almost simultaneously, rushing around to envelop Natasha in a giant bear hug, who had started crying at this point. The boys were all congratulating Bucky, patting him on the back and making lewd jokes. The children seemed clueless as to what the fuss was all about but declared their merriment by making various noises as well. 

When everyone has settled down, continuing with their meals, the relative silence is broken by Wanda, “We get to be godparents, right?” She questions, motioning between herself and Sam. That’s when Steve pipes up, “You guys are already godparents to Cooper. I think it’s our turn.” 

“Exactly! What do you say Natty?” You wiggle your eyebrows playfully at her. 

Huffing a laugh, she adds “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Can we just enjoy this lovely meal I worked so hard to make?” 

This shuts everyone up, again passing praises and compliments her way. Once the meal came to a close, it was already well past the kids' bedtime so Clint and Laura took off, followed by Sam and a rather tipsy Wanda. You stayed back to help Natasha clean up, despite her protests. 

“You’re a pregnant woman and I’m already mad enough you did all of this by yourself. You should be ashamed of yourself Barnes, letting your pregnant wife do all the work,” you chastised. 

“Sorry ma’am,” he says, holding his hands up in mock surrender. Steve chuckles but otherwise stays quiet. 

When you’re done with most of the dishes and having packed up the few leftovers, you and Steve take your leave, walking back hand in hand in the silent darkness. 

Your Steve, you know him well. And you can tell, just by one look in his face that there’s a lot on his mind. You know better from experience that when he’s in such moods, it’s best to leave him alone. He’ll tell you what’s on his mind before bed, you know it for sure. 

So for now, you just walk home, swinging your joined hands back and forth as he’s lost in his own head. 

Done getting ready for bed, you slip under the covers, waiting for Steve to join you. You don’t have to wait long, just as you pick up your book for some reading before bed, he slips under the covers, snatching the book from your hand. Your protest is short lived as he pulls you close into a bruising kiss. 

His lips travel down your throat, trailing wet kisses down to your collarbone before you stop him as he moves to pull your silk slip over your head. 

“What’s on your mind? You’ve been quiet all evening,” you grab his cheek in your hand, making him look at you. 

He sighs loudly, moving away to sit back against the headboard. 

“C’mon Steve, tell me.” 

You move closer to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Just as you’re about to urge him to say something he interrupts you. 

“Let’s have a baby.” 

You’re quiet for a while and he takes your silence as a request to continue. 

“It’s been on my mind for so long. We’ll start with one. For now. I can’t wait for our home to be filled with little ones. I just —I’ve been thinking of this for so long. The fact that Nat and Bucky are expecting just solidified my decision. Don’t you want a baby?” 

Swallowing, you plan out your words carefully before opening your mouth. 

“We’re not ready Stevie. You know this. We’ve been married what, a year now? I thought we decided to wait,” you try. 

“But I don’t want to wait anymore! Can’t you see? There’s no time like now to start trying,” he raises his voice and you flinch away from him. 

“I don’t know Stevie. I’m really tired, we’ll talk about this tomorrow, okay?” 

“No!” He shouts, “I want to talk about this now. We’re ready. I know we’re ready,” he reaffirms, grabbing you by your arms to hold you close. 

“Steve, we’re not. We’re nowhere ready for a baby. We’ve just begun saving, can we even support a child right now?” You try to make him see some sense but it backfires tremendously. 

“Really? I work so hard for you, for us, but that’s not enough for you, is it? You’re such an ungrateful little bitch, aren’t you?” His tone and his hurtful words immediately cause your eyes to fill, a couple errant tears slipping down. His grip on you is painful, almost bruising.

At the sight of your eyes brimming, tears streaking their way down your pretty face, his anger dissipates and his face fills with worry. He moves forward to cup your face in his hands, but you flinch away from him, pulling the covers back and stepping out of bed with your pillow in hand. 

“I-uh- I’ll take the couch,” you stutter out, sniffling between every word. 

“No, no, no. Baby I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry, please come back to bed,” he says, scrambling out of bed as you continue towards the door. 

“No, please baby. I’m sorry, please come back to bed,” he pleads, getting on his knees in front of you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and holding you in place, his chin resting on your soft stomach. 

He looks up at you with eyes quickly filling with tears, threatening to overflow. Your heart melts at the sight and you close your eyes, nodding your head slowly and he sighs, burying his face into your stomach, his tears causing your slip to dampen slightly. 

“I’m so sorry baby, I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry,” his voice comes out muffled but you understand him anyway. 

You nod your head, telling him you’ll think about kids. You really would. That night he held you close after making love to you, almost as if he was afraid you’d slip out into the darkness in the middle of the night. He whispered the deepest of apologies and praises into your ear as he drew orgasm after orgasm from your prone body. 

You knew he regrets what he said. You were well aware that he wanted a big family. Growing up, it had always been just him and his Ma. His father was hardly ever home and when he was, he was too drunk to care about much. He aspired to be everything that his father wasn’t, a real family man. 

And you know you want to give him that but you need some time, you haven’t even been married that long. And you will think about it much more seriously now. What’s wrong with having a child? He works so hard for you, to make sure you’re not left needing anything, can’t you do at least this much for him? You’re home all day anyway, it’s not like you have a job like Nat. Plus, you’re lucky to have him and that he cares about you and what you want. Most men wouldn’t have bothered asking their wives if and when they wanted children. You find your resolve weakening. You will tell him that you’re ready to start trying and it’s unlikely you will fall pregnant on the first try. You have some time, you tell yourself all the while trying to smother that voice inside you that whispers, ‘You should wait’. 

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 213 & 214

A/N: Thank you again to those who recommended fanfics or tagged me. 💜 This week had me reading 50 fics. Absolutely amazing fics here. This has been so much fun for me and I hope you enjoy my reading lists.

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Need You Now - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Mafia Bucky Drabble - @angrythingstarlight

Goldi locked - (Curtis x Reader x Ari x Steve) - @biteofcherry

one for you and me - (Bucky x Reader) - @mellowsaturns

no place like home - (Steve x Reader) - @mellowsaturns

Drugged Courage - (Steve x Reader) - @mercurial-chuckles

Berserk Captain Rogers - (Steve x Reader) - @mercurial-chuckles

Out of My Head - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Stay - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Making Time - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Sunrises and Sunsets - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

More time - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

somebody else - (Bucky x Reader) - @lunarbuck

Deception - (Andy x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Fate Part 1 - (Curtis x Reader) - @thezombieprostitute

Fate Part 2 - (Curtis x Reader) - @thezombieprostitute

Guilt - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Oh My - (Jake x woc!Reader) - @syntheticavenger

hard drive - (Jake x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Comply - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @tumblin-theworldaway

Mafia Bucky Drabble - @angrythingstarlight

A Much Needed Reminder - (Andy x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Hold Me - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Losing Control - (Bucky x Reader) - @flordeamatista

till the end of time - (Thor x Reader) - @sergeantxrogers

for so long as you live - (Bucky x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

"My King" - (Thor x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

Vicious - (Bucky x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

Another Ending 1 - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Another Ending - 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

You Should've Seen Him - (Steve x Reader) - @buckets-and-trees

I Will Always Come When You Call - (Bucky x Reader) - @eat-limes-bitches

Love Marks - (Bucky x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Betrayed heart - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Hold You Tight: Part 6 - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

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Drabble Roulette: F*ck Machine - Bucky Barnes - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

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Delivered - (Curtis x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

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So, This Is Love! - (Ransom x Reader) - @americasass81

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Your Mark On Me - Part 13 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

[geminixevans-stan]

Andy and Sophie catches Jake (High school age) having sex lmao

Everyone was suppose to be gone and he invited a special someone over 👀

You are responsible for the therapy that Sophie has to go through 😂

Word count: Drabble

Warnings: A little fluff, impressionable toddlers, a disgusted Sophie, and a very embarrassed Jake.

Most Friday nights consisted of the barber household packing everyone in the car and sitting in the bleachers to watch Sophie cheer her heart out.

This Friday was no different as the high energy of the crowd cheered on as their home team won yet another game. Most people would say that without the amped-up cheer squad, there wouldn’t be as many wins.

Sophie would always say that was a myth but the growing diva secretly fed off the attention.

The night dwindled on and it was time to head back home with uncommon urgency. It was no secret that everyone supported Sophie and besides you and Andy, Jake was his sister’s very own cheer leader.

He almost had her cheers down better than her at times. But he wouldn’t dare steal her light. On this particular night, Jake had mysteriously fallen ill and couldn’t make this game.

Of course, Sophie was sad about it but she cared more about making sure Jake rested. So with the assurance from him that he would be fine while everyone was gone, the night went on.

The familiar lights illuminated the garage door as the pack pulled up to the house. As you climbed out of the passenger seat, you looked up to a lit up window to Jake’s room.

Thinking nothing of it as he usually keeps his light on, you unload the rest of the kids, Sophie holding the youngest of the bunch.

Andy smiled at his oldest baby teaching his youngest baby cheers, scooping up the wandering toddlers that you let out. Your hand splayed over your growing bump as the other rested at the small of your back.

You did your best waddle to the front steps as Andy placed the toddlers down and raced to help you up, “Woah there mama, slow down,” he chuckled, holding your hand steady.

The growing baby inside you issued and strong kick, making you wince in pain as you glared at Andy, “I wouldn’t have to slow down if you demons would keep your hands off me.”

Andy snickered, placing a soft kiss to your cheek, “didn’t hear you complaining honey,” amusement lacing his words.

“You know they may be too young to understand but I do and ew!“ a disgusted comes up ushering her younger siblings up the stairs.

“Ew ew!” Your two toddlers repeated.

Sophie cooed down at them like a proud big sister, “See? The runts get it!”

“Stop calling your siblings runts,” Andy called out as he opened the door to the house.

With everyone safely in the house, you took the small grabby hands of your babies and led them into the kitchen.

Sophie helped you put them in their high chairs as you started on a quick dinner for them both. Thank heavens your two teenagers know how to order out!

The familiar beeps of the now armed alarm system could be heard as Andy locked the house down. He peeked his head in the entry way of kitchen, “Gonna go up and check on Jake,” he announces, turning his on the heels of his sneakers.

“Wait up dad!” Sophie called out, sprinting towards the direction as her father.

The two of them raced up the stairs, their thudding footsteps being heard throughout the house.

As the pair got closer, they could hear the muffled sounds coming from behind Jake’s door. To them it could of been his TV. But as Andy turned the knob of the door, the scene that met their eyes was nothing short of shocking.

A naked Jake with a naked bent-over mystery girl too entranced to even see Sophie and Andy in front.

“OH MY GOD EWWWWW!! EW EW EW!!”

Sophie’s disgusted screams startles Jake and the mystery girl as they both scramble to cover themselves.

“Soph?! Dad! A little privacy! Oh my god this is embarrassing!! Get out!”

Andy quirks his brow up at Jake’s tone, “How about you get out of her and I may or may not call her parents,

“NO!!” The girl shouted, “If my parents found out I was here they’d freak! Jake get off me!”

The muffled commotion could be heard in the kitchen as you gave each baby a plate. You poked your head across the threshold to get a better look, “Everything okay up there?”

“YES! NO!” Andy and Sophie say simultaneously.

Andy glared down at Sophie before bellowing, “Uh yeah honey. Jacob made a big mess is all, don’t worry we can handle it!“

Too tired to put up a fight, you turn your attention back to the twins who were almost done with their Dino nuggies.

The scene upstairs was still unfolding and as Jake tried his best to cover up the still mysterious girl, he looked over to both Sophie and his dad.

“Please…. Please get out. Just gimme 5 minutes. I’m kinda…. Stuck, if you know what I mean,” Jake gives his dad a pleading look and it finally dawned on Andy just exactly his son’s predicament.

Andy furrows his brow, “Are you? Oh god! Sophie let’s go!” He pulls Sophie away, pointing at the two lovebirds, “Make it 10! Don’t hurt the poor girl.”

He closes the, helping a shell-shocked cheerleader down the stairs.

“I think I’m gonna vomit. I’m scarred! I need therapy dad!”

“I need a drink,” Andy muttered.

They both make it to where you are, cleaning the messy faces of the now full kiddies.

You look in their faces and before you can ask any questions a door opens and closes abruptly and you see a half-naked teenager rush out of the house.

The alarm blares and Andy makes quick work of enabling the alarm once again.

You scan Sophie’s face and then back to Andy….

“Was the Lila?” You ask.

“Yup” Andy answers

“The one that Sophie…”

“Yup that’s the one.”

You sit still for a moment to process everything, “I guess she took care of that sickness then.”

“MOM!!”

You chuckle a bit, “What sweet pea?”

“I hope you two are this relaxed if you catch me!”

Andy turned his head slowly to Sophie, “Oh you’re never doing that..”

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Lie in Wait

Pairing: Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x WOC Reader

Wordcount: 4.1k

Summary: The Snap is reversed. Steve decides to retire with you.

Warnings: 18+ only, non con, dub con, smut, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex, explicit sexual content, obsessive Steve

Since the reverse occurred your family had doubled in size as your parents, three siblings and two nieces returned from ashes into the arms of you, your other two siblings, a sister-in-law, three nieces and a nephew. The latter half of you had consolidated resources for five years to maintain a house in a deserted Minnesotan suburb.

Two months after their return, your family had the good fortune of repossessing your parents’ home, though not without a fight from the local bank. Your brother, sister-in-law and their three kids would move in with your parents to free up some space. The two bedroom house in Minnesota still had to make do for the rest of your family. Multiple governments around the world had joined forces to form the Global Repatriation Council. Local US agencies were hiring people to sort and take inventory of supplies that would be distributed. The GRC’s overarching plans had not been announced yet, and you were skeptical of some of the council’s intentions broadcasted; however, those hired were being offered communal housing and board, so you applied. It would be one less mouth for your family to worry about, and you could send your earnings home to make sure the kids were getting what they needed.

Word on the street was the shield had been handed along to Sam Wilson. You remembered thinking, That man's going to face a lot of heat real soon, not that Mr. Wilson could help it. And that was that as far as your thoughts on superheroes. You assured your parents you would be okay and departed for work.

You had never been to New York before. Three weeks into the job, Steve Rogers showed up, looking specifically for you.

You had met Steve after a press conference in DC years ago and shared a night of pleasure together. After you left DC you received an email from Steve and somehow managed to meet up a few times, chatted over the phone after work hours, and text chains of Hi, I'm back; I'm thinking about you; See you soon, I hope in between his classified work. That was before things went down in the superhero world that required all of Steve’s attention. You didn’t take it personally, people – dates - got caught up in all sorts of things life threw. You didn’t imagine the national spotlight was fun for him or anyone else he worked with.

Life went on. You glimpsed Steve’s face on television now and then, then under a headline marking him as a fugitive. Then, Thanos dropped into your hemisphere of the galaxy.

Steve had reached out during the five years that the world had turned upside down. You sent only a reassurance that you were okay and buckled down with your family to take care of one another.

Now here he was. Closing the distance between you with his tall, wide figure. A beard filling but not hiding the sharp line of jaw. Hair longer, bronze like someone descended from the sun. And he had eyes only for you.

Large hands rested on your shoulders lightly, trailing to close around your biceps when you didn’t back away. Pulled you in for a hug.

“Steve.”

Your name fell from his lips.

“Hi.” You could only wrap your arms around him.

With your warmth melded to his, Steve pulled you against him a bit more. What he wanted, truly wanted, was to cradle your full weight in his arms, press kisses to you, abandon the slow approach he knew you needed.

You drew away, lifting your face upwards. “Steve. Gosh, how are you?”

With your attention on him, some of the ache in his heart – from war, from loss – eased. Steve knew he had come home at last.

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“It’s not a date.” You finished loosely braiding your hair. After catching up with Steve, he had invited you over to his lake house on your day off. He was picking you up soon.

“You can still wear the dress. It’s comfortable, I promise.” Your roommate, Gem, peered imploringly at you in the mirror. She had been so excited on your behalf when she heard about Steve and immediately started cheering you on. You quickly corrected her. Seeing Steve again reminded you how quickly the two of you had grown fond of each other. You hadn’t dare believe you could become official with international hero Captain America, but Steve had been persistent and sweet.

That was then. A relationship now was counterproductive in your mind. Right now, you were focused on your family, that’s all. You were sure Steve felt the same way.

“Well, if you really don’t mind.” Today was going to be scorching out. You had only packed practical, comfortable clothing to be stationed in New York for work.

“I insist! You deserve a nice day off. Please do us all a favor and let us live our fairytales vicariously through you.”

You sent her flat look. She held up her hands.

“I mean it. Just go and relax with your friend.”

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“So, retirement?” You drew up your legs. “What’s that like?”

Steve smiled, watching you press into the couch cushion to get comfortable. “Not sure, really.”

You tilted your head, teasing him just a little. “You haven’t actually retired yet.”

His chin dropped to his chest. “Caught me. There’s still so much to do. I didn’t want to hide and watch while the world dealt with all this chaos.”

You figured as much.

“But I am hoping to ease back. Feel like I’m not cut out for the frontlines anymore.”

Exhaustion lined his brow. You felt the urge to reach out and sweep a hand through his hair, assure him he didn’t need to feel bad for taking one step back after years of diving headfirst into a fight again and again.

“Well, I think you’re heading in the right direction,” you declared, eyes sweeping over the cozy open floor of the living and kitchen floor of the lake house.

“You like it?”

You hummed an affirmative, resting your head on the couch’s back. It felt nice, here, in this moment of warm wooden beams above you, an open window with sunshine and the scent of fir. Just for this one moment, you might allow yourself to not think about the loss and fear shared around the world.

“You could stay here.”

“A nap on this couch does sound really good.”

“I mean it.”

Your eyes fluttered open, straightening up to find Steve hovering over you. His proximity surprised you, the weight of his gaze heavy and expectant.

“Thank you, Steve. It means a lot, knowing you care.”

He shook his head. “I mean it,” he said again. “Stay here with me.”

All those years he had been called away. Defending his comrades, evading the US government, searching for an alien titan. He had thought of you, had thought what if and maybe. And now, they had won. Chaos persisted, but lives had been saved and he wanted nothing more than to hang up the weapons. To not wait too long a second time. Start up where you both left off and build something with you. Now, you were here in front of him and he wanted nothing more than to take care of you, devote himself to the singular softness that was you.

All this he told you.

“Steve,” you released a quiet laugh, shifting away from him. “I’m not sure I understand.” Oh, you understood the words on their own. But surely you had misunderstood his intentions.

He murmured your name, fingers caressing your arm gently.

“You heard me. It makes no difference how much time has passed.” Steve understood this better than anyone. “I know I care about you and want to be with you.”

“I would like to be friends,” you said carefully.

His eyes glinted warmly. “I’m very much past that with you, honey.”

He took your hands in his. Dipped in to nuzzle at your cheek. You exhaled, resisting the warm scent of him that so easily comforted you. Even if the idea of being protected, cared for by Steve, gave you butterflies, it was clear he wanted to move things much faster than you could ever imagine doing with anyone.

“But it’s been years, Steve.”

“Which is why I need you. Back then, you had to know how much I liked you. I still do.”

“I think,” you leaned back, watched his eyes open to half-mast and land on you with adoration, “you need to spend time with your friends. Process everything that’s happened.”

He had done that enough. He’d have to catch you up. Make it clear this wasn’t a rash decision. This was right.

You let him press your hands to his lips before tugging them out of his hold. “I, um, should head back in a bit. Do you want to go for a walk?”

He shook his head.

You yelped when he quickly gathered you up in his arms, resting your thighs on either side of his hips. “Steve!”

“I’ll show you around some more.” The bedroom. He would start there. You had to make up for time. “But you’ll stay with me tonight.”

“I can’t.”

“I’ll talk to the warehouse management for you. Just stay with me.”

“What are you – “ Your question was answered when he carried you through into a small bedroom, the opposite glass wall filtering in dappled sunlight and a view of greenery.

As soon as he lowered you onto the bed, he was caging you in place to press hard scorching kisses on your face, down your neck. Your fists pushed at him in vain. Trying and failing to delay his hands that sought you under your dress, you writhed underneath Steve. Had he planned this?

“Let’s get this off,” he murmured. He could vividly recall those nights you two spent together. He had buried his yearning for you, but now that Earth had a fresh set of leaders defending it, he could just be a man with you. His yearning flooded forth full force.

“Please Steve. Don’t.” You turned your face away from his hot mouth. “We – we can talk. I don’t think we should –“

He pinned you down by your arms and you gave a final thrash before settling breathlessly.

“You and I, we don’t have to wait anymore. There will always be something or someone we can help. But we can be together too.”

His lips latched to yours, eager tongue swiping inside for a long, thorough taste.

He groaned. “Missed you so much.” Maybe you didn’t realize how right you two were together but he would show you. He wouldn’t let anything delay him again.

The elastic pieces of the dress made it easy for Steve to bare you to him. He easily kept your hands at bay while ridding you of your bra and underwear. Catching your ankles, Steve spread you, shocking you with a lewd kiss to your pussy.

“Even sweeter than I remember,” he groaned, looked at your pussy hungrily. His beard bristled along your thigh. You didn’t want to believe this was happening, but Steve paid no mind to your hands trying to deter him. His mouth closed around your core, kissing, licking. His tongue drove inside to tease your channel. He sucked your clit until it swelled and sent jolts of desire that overwhelmed your body, weakening your defenses.

You eked out a gasp at the sharp pain on your sensitive inner thigh, forcing you to meet Steve’s dark, heavy-lidded gaze. He wanted you to watch as his tongue returned to lap at your folds and he sucked your clit extra hard until the pleasure was such a contrasting relief to the bite he’d bestowed that you came on his mouth.

Just like this. You had said Steve was heading in the right direction, in his retirement. With you as his compass, he whole-heartedly agreed.

His clothing fell off. He rose over you, eyes roving up and down your body. Even as you still caught your breath, he could see the crease on your brow, the mark of your apprehension. He would do everything to show you how much you were meant to be his. You would have ended up here eventually, no matter what delayed this. Even the end of the world couldn’t keep you apart. The beautiful, kind, sweet young woman he had met back then, had already chosen as his back then. You had some walls up after facing trials and pain, but Steve was determined. In fact, you had matured, blossomed like a steel rose and he found you all the more lovely, craved to be one with you, to be claimed by you.

The slide of his palms over your heated skin, fingers finding and tugging your nipple, distracted you until his thick shaft pushed into your weeping channel.

He pressed deep into you and bent down, greedily sucking your nipple. You hissed when his teeth closed around your hardened bud, cunt clenching around his still cock nestled within. Steve gave a pleased groan, kept up a tantalizing pattern of hard suctions and tongue lashes around the tip of your breast.

You moaned, arching up when he relented with a thrust.

He hummed and released you to switch to your other breast, sucking and nibbling. Desperate, your hand found its way past the dip of his spine and cupped his pert ass.

“Want me?” He mumbled around your fleshy mound.

“Please. Please –“ Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding on for your life when he started railing you. Knocking your breath out with hard thrusts, you allowed yourself to drown in pleasure. Not that Steve would have relinquished you anyway. So you let him open you up. Just this once, you told yourself, moaning his name against his shoulder.

“That’s right, baby. Just let me love you.”

He brought you to the pinnacle so expertly. You came hard, shuddering and quaking underneath him.

“Oh, g – ‘m gonna come.”

Your hand clutched at him. “Steve – pull out.”

His lips covered yours, pelvis pressing against you hard. You felt a wave of his cum fill you. You whined in protest. Steve cupped the back of your head, keeping your lips from leaving his, while he delivered a few final deep, slow pumps.

You were dazed. Shocked. The pleasure you had allowed yourself was gradually combatted by his disregard for your warning. He smothered your face with kisses as you weakly pushed him until he rolled onto his side.

Your lips tried forming words. “Wh…Why.” His hands roamed over your sides and thighs. Then he was standing at the side of his bed, offering you a sip from a bottle of water. You drank a little, the fog barely clearing in your mind. Drops of water slid down your chin when you scooted away from Steve.

“Steve. Oh god. What are we…Why did you do that?”

“Oh, honey. We’re going to be together. I love you so much.” He frowned when you withdrew from his touch. “Please, love. Don’t be afraid. I promise I’ll take care of you.” He had no mission more important than you from now on. “Come. Let me make you feel good.”

What? He wanted to – again? “I want to go back.”

“Y/N. Come here.” His husky voice tried soothing you.

You shook your head, making your way across the bed, but then his hands were on you.

He slid you to the edge of the bed and you gasped his name. You managed to raise yourself on your knees, trying to scramble forward, but he kept you in place.

The dome head of his cock returned to your entrance and caught inside you. Steve brought your knees together before sliding in further.

He huffed. “Oh god. Feel so fucking good. Made for me.” He rocked back and forth, teasing himself with your wet silk, sheathed all of his length fully in you, causing your trembling arms to give way. A mewl bubbled up in your throat, bursting forth in a rush of breathy whimpers when he started furiously fucking into you. His fast pace and determined touch worked you right up again.

Enamored with the sight of your curves outlined in front of him, your chest sunk into the mattress as if in submission while your hands twisted the sheets, Steve growled hoarsely. His massive hands gripped you so every hard snap of his hips drove him deep inside your cunt and god how it felt good, you didn’t want it to, but it did. Like he belonged there. Like his cock was trying to burrow his love into you, forcing your cervix to retreat and make room for him to rail even deeper. Shaking the bed and your soft body.

“I dreamed of you – like this, over and over.”

You quaked at his rough fingers pressing ruthlessly against your clit.

“Now I get to have you. Mine. Get to have you over and over. Fill you up. Make you feel good.”

The friction built until you came with a strangled moan.

“That’s it. Yes, cum all over me, just like that.”

Choppy whimpers escaped you with each thrust as he fucked you through your climax.

“Steve –“

“Honey, you’re so perfect.”

Pussy pulsing, you were half-praying he would cum, let you rest. The other half of you was clouded with pleasure, wondering if you had starved yourself of touch too long, burning up from Steve’s touch.

More cum bloomed warm in you when Steve finally slowed, plunging himself deep, groaning and throwing his head back.

You could hear his ragged breaths and forced yourself to twist just enough to look over your shoulder at him. He only just broke a sweat. Blindly, his hands ran over the swell of your hips, firmly squeezed your flesh with no indication that he would, or could, stop touching you.

You collapsed further so his cock slipped out.

Steve smirked, watching you inch away and turn to rest bonelessly on your back.

You hadn’t made it far. He leaned forward, parting your knees. Two fingers dipped inside you. He moaned, watching his cum overflow and drip along his hand.

Your breath hitched, much to Steve’s satisfaction. “Love this. Love you looking drunk after taking my cock so well.”

You were beautiful like this, leaking his cum. His pinky toyed at your puckered hole.

You swallowed. The way Steve looked you over with unquestionable hunger scared you just enough to push through your sated state. You placed a foot flat on his stomach and used it to push yourself away.

He followed you on his knees, licking his lips. “Gonna stay with you forever. Always be yours. C’mere.”

You didn’t stand a chance as his hands circled your ankles, tugged you close again. His intention obvious, completely contrary to the "one time" you had naively thought this would be.

“Steve. Steve – we can’t.”

“Oh, doll. Honey, I missed you.” He pressed open-mouthed kisses up your torso. He had been prepared to give his life in that battle that had leveled the Avengers compound. His friends had given their lives. He wouldn’t spare another day wasted on not having you. “So sweet for me.”

He took you again. And then again. The pleasure, his merciless touch branding you, brought tears to your eyes. It was too much. Your nipples stung from his hungry suckles. Your hips ached. His spend decorated your stomach and thighs, cooled the rawness of your pussy.

Steve could feel his balls tightening as he pounded you into the mattress. Your throaty sobs urged him to pick up his pace until he felt the delicious squeeze of your cunt as you shattered yet again, your spine curving upward and hips quivering violently. He grunted with every thrust and came inside you whispering your name over and over, pinching your clit almost cruelly.

You laid pathetically pliant underneath Steve, too worn out to resist his affection. He pressed kisses to your forehead, then down your face and buried his face in your neck with a low hum.

“We’ll shower and then have dinner,” he said while nuzzling his nose in your skin. “I’ll take care of you. You’ll see.”

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When you returned to work on Tuesday, your supervisor called you into their office to address your supposed resignation. You firmly informed them that you had no intention of resigning.

You agreed to drive with Steve off the warehouse grounds simply to talk in private. His arrival right as you were clocking out had garnered much attention from your coworkers and he didn't want to leave without talking to you.

The drive was silent. Steve seemed content to hold your hand. You mulled over how you would tell him that you needed boundaries; that what happened over the weekend had been overwhelming and maybe you thought it was just the two of you giving in to vulnerability, to nostalgia. That was what you told yourself anyway, heat scalding your face every time you recalled Steve holding you all weekend.

Once he parked at a local restaurant, you turned to him.

“Under no circumstances am I leaving my job. I don’t know how you did that, but you cannot make that kind of decision for someone.”

He sighed your name, placating. “I’m sorry. I only wanted to help. I told you I would take care of you.”

“I need to take care of my family,” you reminded him. “I’m going to support them in any way I can, so I’m going to keep working.”

Which was another reason you were so relieved when Steve reminded you he couldn't have children. You had woken up the other morning in a panic before that information was re-shared with you. Right before Steve pinned you down and made your writhe with delirious pleasure again.

Steve nodded thoughtfully. You were right, he should have talked to you about your job first. He would never want to keep you from supporting your family.

“I hear you. You’re right, that’s your decision.”

“And Steve. What happened the other day...”

“I meant what I said. We'll figure things out together.”

Okay, not a terrible start.

He convinced you to head into the restaurant. You grew less tense throughout dinner as Steve made you laugh, and listened as you spoke fondly of your growing nieces and nephews. You didn’t miss how gently he watched you, or his foot tapping the side of yours, but after sharing a basket of fries and Steve simply giving you genuine attention you felt relaxed, better about how things were going.

Until you got back on the road.

“Where are we going?”

“Home. To the lake.”

“Steve.” You threw him an exasperated look.

“You can still work at the warehouse and live with me. It’s not very far. My home is your home now.”

You shook your head in disbelief. You had not agreed to anything yet and he was already carving you into his life.

“I’m not going to live with you. It wouldn’t make sense.”

Evidently, he disagreed, his lips pressed firm together in disappointment. “Please consider it.”

“Please take me back to the dorm.”

“Honey.”

“Steve, take me back.”

“Look, it’s going to rain. We’re almost there, so can we just relax together for the evening, and then I can drive you back once the weather clears?”

Large rain drops plopped loudly onto the windshield. You frowned at the gray sky growing darker by the second.

“Okay.”

Relaxing together was apparently code for drawing a compromise out of you.

As thunder rolled heavy in the distance and rain poured endlessly outside the wide bedroom window, Steve held you in his lap. Your sweat mixed with his as he urged your hips to grind against him, hands sinking into the flesh of your ass possessively.

He panted against your mouth. “Is that a yes?”

He had wrung that word from you countless times already since arriving – when he asked if you liked him while peeling your clothes off; when he had you trembling against the wall and his tongue dug between your folds, asking if you felt good; when he teased you, made you beg him to fuck you harder until you came and your juices slicked his cock up for another round.

Now, now he circled back to a brief conversation you had upon arriving at the lake. You could spend the weekends here. Let him show you how much he wanted you. Just the weekends, until you were sure.

Steve would make you sure.

“Mm – yes,” you managed between his probing kiss.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” He smirked, thrusting up into you. Swallowed your moans. “C’n feel you. You gonna come for me?”

Your lips parted as pleasure wracked up and down through your body, loving the drag of his cock, how he was sucking at a bite he left high on your shoulder. God, he made you feel so good.

You whined, hearing the loud slaps of his body fucking you harder until he was pushed over the edge as your cunt strangled his cock. Your name fell in low growls from his mouth. He pulled you closer, rocking his pelvis against you.

He whispered sweetly to you as you rested against one another. You made him promise to wake you and drive you back, before his hands stroking along your body lulled you into a nap.

The world was in chaos and having Steve to hold you steady might be what you needed. You both could take it slow, you thought. It wouldn’t hurt to try, just for a little while.

Steve glanced at the clock. He would keep his promise. Drive you to work, and back here for the weekends. He could wait, just for a little while, and then make you completely his forever.

💕💕

[operation-619]

Steve Rogers

WOC/Reader

AU series were Bucky is safe and sound after AOU, (Y/N) (L/N) is a troubled woman with a haunting past, and its coming back to enslave her. But she doesn’t care, her interest is in a certain Captain America lead to a night that set off a series of unfortunate twists and turns. Can she come out on the other side, with her past a secret and a family to come home to. Or will she burn and take everyone down with her.

Her: I-Forest , II-Crimson , III-Hiraeth

My home isn’t a place - where you’ve come to know these people well enough home isn’t a physical object.  Coming soon

Call me when its over - she’s just a friend, right? Coming soon

[helahades]

Can’t Give You Love

(Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader)

A/N: ***Important*** This story has strong noncon concepts, and delusional thoughts from Steve, who is the aggressor. None of these things are okay irl, and because of the sensitive nature of these concepts, warnings are below the cut.

This is my entry to @darkficsyouneveraskedfor’s recent challenge. ♥️♥️♥️My prompt: (#21) Character A meets Character B at a nightclub. Character A wants a one night stand but Character B wants more.

Summary: You take Steve home after a night out, celebrating your graduation. You fall asleep. Steve decides he hasn’t had enough.

Warnings: Smut. NSFW. Somnophilia, Delusional Steve. Justification of terrible thoughts via Steve’s POV. Mentions of blood and violence. Steve pretending to be a good guy.

Word Count: about 3.1k

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Steve’s favorite part of the night is the beginning. Club goers come in all shapes and sizes, in all levels of modesty. To be in a world of such varied and unburdened interactions reminds him of the true simplicity at civilian level. Makes him feel almost human. Despite all his moral dilemmas, he is still a man though, and he isn’t just here to be thoughtful. He likes to look, and he’s he’s delighted when his eyes find you.

Watching you from the bar, he couldn’t keep his eyes away from the way you constantly pulled down the skirt of your curve hugging dress, the way you adjusted your “Congrats Grad!” pin like it would spear you to death right there on the dance floor, the way you would go to dance, swinging your hips each way like no one was watching. It excites him watching you, because you keep throwing tells that you’ve never done this before, that this isn’t your scene. For a while, he had been bored with that, but you’re not just a shy lamb, there’s something else.

Your laugh is uninhibited, and there’s a starter spark threatening to flame behind your eyes, dare any man get too touchy with you or your friends. Steve loves a protector.

When you approach the bar, it’s hardly for your first drink, but there are no indicators in your demeanor. He only knows because he’s been watching you all night.

You’re there for a moment, watching the workings behind the bar before turning to him.

“So,” you giggle, flame coming to life, “come here often?”

He’s hooked.

“Not at all actually. This isn’t really my scene.” A lie. He fidgets with his drink as a special touch.

Your eyes soften, empathetically and imperceptibly to anyone who wasn’t analyzing the fine details.

“To be honest… it’s not really mine either. Think I’d rather celebrate graduating by sleeping—But anyway, why’d you come out tonight if it’s… not your scene?”

You’re fully engaged. It seems that you love the game of conversation.

“The truth is… long winded.”

“Well,” you say softly as possible, still wanting to be heard over the pulsing of the bass, “I’m pretty tired of dancing, so you’d be doing me a favor giving me a reason to stay.”

You pull up a stool and prop your head on one arm.

With a soft chuckle, Steve continues.

“I guess…I had been looking for love. For… the one, yknow? And I didn’t realize until tonight that it’s not gonna happen.”

“What changed tonight?”

Your drink arrives.

“It’s nothing about tonight in particular, tonight’s just a night—but I’m sorry. You’re here to have a good time,” he finishes, scooting away just a bit as he does so. A test.

Your brow furrows and you think a bit before closing the gap. Smart girl. But he’s got you.

“I’d have a better time, literally anywhere else,” you giggle again, shifting and sitting up to sip your drink. Seeming to realize what you implied, you gather the boldness to finish it.

“So… do you wanna get out of here?”

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You decide to drive, saying you only had that sip to drink. Steve says he believes you. He doesn't really mind anyway, and he can’t tell you he knows a different truth, lest he reveal himself.

Watching you as you talk as your minidress rides up your thighs, he realizes upon arrival that he can’t remember whether the drive was long. Sloppy of him.

You park the car and shift in your seat.

“I really want to kiss you—what was it?”

“Steve.”

“Steve,” you repeat, sitting back in the driver's seat.

“God I want to kiss you. I can’t show you love,” you taunt gently, in a comfortable way like you’ve known him forever, “but I can make you feel really good,” your voice finishes sweetly.

He feels his cock swell, and in that moment, a large warm hand is cradling your jaw and pulling you close for a sugary, tequila spiked kiss. His lips are plump, warm, now wet as you run your tongue over his bottom one.

From between your legs, heat rises all the way to your chest, and you break away to fumble for your house key.

As Steve sits, collecting air while you fumble with your pineapple keyring, he tries to recall, but he knows he’s never tasted anyone so sweet. You’re warm like muffins fresh out of the oven. You have just enough fight to convince yourself you’re hard to get, and that makes him dizzy.

He tries not to think about the fact that you’re already wet. Because he’s a gentleman. Always a gentleman first. Always the golden boy. Since retiring, he knows his role isn't what it used to be. Sam holds the shield with ease, and honestly, Steve had never pictured life without that shield and moniker before going on the run. When he was on the run, he was living from one moment to the next. Between here and there, he was never really thinking about his own wants, what would make HIM feel alive.

He’s living a different life, though, because now he can. He’s got all the time in the world. After too long of fighting some new cosmic force, of each threat being crazier than the last, he wants the old school life. That sentiment is one he had thought had left, and he wants to taste with you in case it does again.

Seeing your dress ride up your thighs tonight, he thinks of how his flannel might do the same while you cook him breakfast. But he would be right beside you helping, and you wouldn’t look as out of place as you did in that club, because secretly, domesticity with him is what you’re made for.

He’s no fool. He knows you don’t see it yet. But tonight he will bring you to the edge again and again before pulling you into a world of pleasure you’ve never known. And then you’ll know.

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As he curves his hips up to meet yours, the squelching sounds your pussy makes are obscene. The ones from your mouth are even sexier, and it makes this all seem like a lucid dream. You’re riding him, and he’s...encouraging you by taking control from where he lies. You love it. He’s a gentleman, so he won’t be any rougher.

You say you like it rough, but you’ve never had rough from him. That’s a test for a later time. He doesn’t want to scare you.

“Ooh yea—Steve, please! Right there—like that, don’t stop!”

He doesn’t. He won’t. You don’t need to beg, but he loves it when you do.

Your thighs shake, your mouth falls open in that cute way it does, and you fall forward, catching your hands on his chest. You seem to be in love with the hair there, and everywhere on him. Something about that appeals to a monster in him he doesn’t address.

You wince when you finally dismount, pulling yourself off his incredible length, and looking down for the millionth time to check if the condom is still there, before he discards it. He tries not to roll his eyes as he comes back to lie with you. It’s ridiculous, really. You’re his now, there’s no need for this barrier. He holds the monster back that gives him thoughts of you round with his child.

You plop on the bed next to him and shuffle under the sheets.

“That was sooo good. Thank you. I’m so glad you’re not some creep,” and you giggle it like you do.

Scratching softly at his beard, your eyes close sleepily.

“You can let yourself out. I trust you.”

Hm. Of course you do. You’re his and he is yours. It’s already that easy.

He can’t understand why you want him to leave though, and as you drift off, he wonders if you noticed that he hasn’t shifted from his spot.

The crickets are chirping happily with the night, and after a few seconds, your sprinklers turn on. He thinks about kissing you goodnight, eating dinner together, cleaning the pool while you braid your hair.

Cool and light, fan turned air swirls over him as his back moulds into the mattress. It’s too soft, and somehow he's feeling a little too warm, but maybe that’s what new beginnings do.

Scratching his neck, he sighs at the ceiling before trailing his hand lower...lower… under the sheets, and down to squeeze his cock. It’s still damp with the wetness of you, and he gives it one more slow squeeze. There’s excitement there lingering, and he knows he hasn’t had enough yet.

He could jerk off right here next to you. You’re asleep and you would never know. Maybe he could even cum on your naked stomach, rub it in a bit. Maybe he could cum in your mouth. He tries to blink that thought away. But his cum would look so nice on your pretty skin, or even…

Inside you.

He can’t. You’re asleep. He’s already had you once. He should be sated. All of a sudden, he remembers asking about your New York license plate. He remembers you saying you’d lived there for years before coming out here. And it’s easy for him to conclude that he’s saved you. At least once.

For every threat that plagued New York while he was an Avenger, you’re alive and snoring softly next to him, and that has to be fate. He may not be a hero now, but he was once, and that counts for something right? And he saved your life, at least indirectly. And he can’t ignore your soft breaths pushing past your plump lips, and the way you face him in your sleep like he’s your lover. He’d only be taking what he’s owed. It’s the least he can accept in return for your life.

Tentatively, he shifts and lifts an arm and gently strokes your bottom lip with a thumb. Pushing it just past where your mouth is slightly open, and behind your teeth to push gently on your tongue. The wetness of it is arousing enough, but he pushes further back, and feels your throat constrict in a gag, wetness moving around him pushing his finger to the roof of your mouth.

Then, you’re pulling your head back, gentle discomfort clouding your sleeping features. A pause. And with a rolling slow stretch, you’re lying on your back, legs spread. It’s practically an invitation.

Moving over you, he winces at the way the rubbing sound of his skin on the sheets sounds like an earthquake in the quietness of your room. Propping himself up, covering you like shade, he's aware of the shape of your body’s heat pressed up against such a large surface area of him, and it stirs something deep and dormant. He can practically feel the blood rush to his cock again.

He pushes your thighs further apart with his own, and notes the smoothness of your skin against his, which is hairier. (He abandoned shaving entirely once he dropped the life of being an international symbol. It’s the small protests.)

A choked groan escapes him as he rubs the tip of his cock over your clothed clit, and his breath blows a couple hairs against your forehead.

He pauses.

He hears your fan slicing through the high air.

He hears your refrigerator make a shifting sound as the ice machine starts in the distance.

Most importantly, he hears your breath, still coming even. He chances another rub, pleasure shooting through him like lighting.

Something about both being so close to you again, but also the thought of getting caught in this compromising position has his body alive.

It’s the way he would feel in fights as his younger self, when being a hero was new, and he didn’t know where the next attack would come from. Before violence turned to muscle memory.

Steve decides you’re much prettier than violence, and he likes the wetness of your cunt, of your tongue swirling, much better than the feel of blood streaming over his hands. He lives for this, and the chance of having you while you’re sleeping is a new thrill.

He doesn’t want to take too long really, and he’s not proud of it, but he moves slowly, and pulls his knife from his pants on the floor, inches down your body, and slices your panties open with the blade.

The sound of the fabric ripping is new. Taboo. And he’s harder than before, excitement squeezing his chest. He pauses there for a moment, eye level with your cunt, noticing the slight glisten, noticing flower like curves, remembering how you feel inside.

Scooting a pillow out of the way, he straightens up and sits back on his calves, appreciating you fully. Then, he’s closer, quicker, less careful, as his hands land just over the bend of your knees to turn your thighs out, opening you up to him, then pushing your legs further apart.

It’s really not the time, but he thinks about his life before the serum. On the days when all he could do was sit in bed, draw—but most importantly—think, he would think about a wife. His brain would tease him with fantasies about things he thought he could never have. He would think about being stronger, able to make love to his girl the right way.

He won’t waste his chance now. Coming back up and positioning himself over you once more, he grips the base of his cock and bites his lip, tapping it a couple times on your sensitive pussy.

He freezes when you shift your hips.

A moment.

A breath.

Then the head of his cock breaches your walls and the rest of him follows. You’re not as wet as you were when he first had you, but that can be remedied. It makes the squeeze feel tighter, the moment feel longer. He’s kissing on your neck now, slowly pulling all the way out, before pushing deep back in, relishing in this unbearably and oddly pleasurable friction.

Your breathing quickens, somehow still even, and he needs to be closer. Rolling his hips into you, he’s right against you, damn near balls deep, and he doesn’t know if he’ll last, hearing all your sleeping whines.

He’s obsessed with how your breasts bounce. Your nipples are hardened by the cold, and this stimulation, and they draw small circles in the air with each thrust. His eyes flicker to your face one last time, and as a wave of pleasure rolls through him, his monster deciding he’s done being a gentleman.

With another thrust, and a softly choked groan into the silent night, a wave of your slick is rushing around him, and the sounds drive him crazy. Over and over, he thrusts into you. Gentleness gone, along with his cool reservation of the sounds of his pleasure, he’s damn near growling now, hooked on having you this way.

He adjusts himself, wanting to see the exact motions that are moving you up the bed, that have you whining, your sounds losing their softness. Each time he plunges into you he shudders. The wetness of you, the way he’s using you, the way he can take what he pleases, and the thought you’ll maybe only know because of the soreness.

He slows, cock pulsing, for gentler thrusts. Not for you, but for the artists details. He canvases the soft ridges inside you that have him like a vice grip. Takes the time to note the sharp, raw scent of you mixing with him.

Sitting up and back, he pulls you by the hips from where you lie, your ass lifting off the mattress, and your upper body still unresistant to his manipulations. He has a better view of you now, rubbing the head of his cock over your clit, around your entrance, tapping it on your mound to tease himself. He’s rewarded with another gush of wetness, and it runs down his cock, down his balls, into your sheets, and as he pulls you onto his length again, he growls when he catches the scent swirling through the air.

You’re so fucking pretty like this. He can’t believe he’s never had anyone this way. Then, he realizes, it’s special. For just the two of you, as lovers.

He feels a tug. A throb in the base of his cock then upwards as pleasure overtakes him. He chuckles wickedly, and that cuts off in a hedonistic moan as he knows you won’t be able to stop him. He hears you try to tease that he’s not ready for kids, hears the edge of fear in your voice from before. You don’t do this all the time, and it’d be terrible for a stranger to impregnate you.

But Steve is different. He’s not a stranger. He’s the one for you. You just don’t know it yet. He fucks into you angrier, ignoring how he's overstimulated, how your pussy is puffy and raw, remembers how you told him to let himself out. It would be another joke to laugh to had you not meant it. He just has to feel you. Has to see you take his cum like you were meant to. It’s not his fault. It would have been easier, more gentlemanly had you let him while you were awake.

He’s only a man, really, he has to take what he wants. The feeling swells in his balls again, the pressure of coming release running up his shaft, and his cock feels even harder somehow.

Rushing through him as his thrusts get weaker and he leans more weight on you, the bliss of your wetness squeezing and tugging him involuntarily is indescribable.

He gasps, filling the whole of his lungs, curving his hips into you with short, desperate stutters, stronger pressure pushing up the base of his cock, before finally releasing into you with a deep groan. The new loose feeling, this mess, has him seeing stars.

Steve can’t help but to pause, not because you’re waking up, but because he’s feeling his cum take form wherever it can fit around his cock thats pulsing inside your pussy that’s throbbing too. What can’t fit spills out of you, dripping and smearing, and in his post orgasm haze, he slowly fucks it back in. He pushes it in deep with a wicked moan, thighs shaking in pleasure.

It’s done.

And when the clouds leave your eyes, and you’re really awake as he pulls out of you, flinching at your own sensitivity, your eyes widen in horror as a hand flies between your legs, still processing what he’s done.

And because he’s a gentleman, he has to ask.

“What’s wrong, lover?”

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(reblogs appreciated!)

tags: (only tagging people I know are comfortable with dark fics) @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @threeminutesoflife @honeychicanawrites @avintagekiss24 @xbuchananbarnes @sapphirescrolls @jtargaryen18

[chrissmissus]

New series coming soon.

I have been really procrastinating on this idea of writing on my Tumblr page. After some thinking, I decided to do it because why not! So I'm working on three new marvel series right now all of them are dark fics but I might change my mind later. I'm really excited to start this new journey with you guys. Hope you enjoy cuz we finna have some fun. Feel free to ask me anything whether it's something you want to see me write or advice or anything cuz I don't care.

Love, C

[awesomerextyphoon]

Charred Briar Roses - 3

Curse’s Broken, Now What?

Summary: The title speaks for itself. 

Parings: Orc!Bucky x Black!Reader, Orc!Steve x Black!OFC, Orc!Sam x Black!OFC

Word Count: 4,136

Warnings: Implied Smut and Some Violence

A/N: This was longer than I anticipated. Also, the princesses would be a US size 14/15. I totally forgot to mention that earlier. Sorry about that. Enjoy!

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Instead of spending 600 years in total darkness, you communicated with your sisters in a pretty well constructed dream version of the palace. You thought of new inventions and fighting moves, reconciled with Ghada about your fight the day of the curse, and kept analyzing what happened in the north west tower.

If felt like you were in the dream world for about a month.

You were talking with your sisters about trivial childhood memories when all of you felt arms around your bodies. Your surroundings started to fade and so did your sisters.

You felt chapped yet soft lips kiss your neck and lips. It was surprisingly nice, like a dream.

You opened your eyes and realized three things: Someone was actually kissing you, you weren’t in the tower, and the person kissing you wasn’t the prince that your mother had all but assured you but an admittedly hot (albeit ruggedly, your core notes) orc-human hybrid.

You and your sisters screamed.

You immediately try to push him away but he wouldn’t budge. That scared you because both you and your sisters could bench about five tons thanks to Doireann, the war fairy who blessed and trained you in combat since the age of three.

You punched him with a right jab once he broke for air. Couldn’t even get him off the bed.

He chuckled and rubbed his strong jaw and said what seemed to be a compliment in Orcish as you nursed your knuckles.

“I said that you’re quite feisty for a human princess.” He repeated in Common Tongue.

You saw that your sisters had similar reactions to their kissers. Fumnanya even threw a shoe at the one that would be later called Sam. The others got a laugh out of it.

After everyone settled down, we shared our names while you were trying not jump Bucky, the warrior who kissed you.

“So, I was wondering, do you know what year it is?” Fumnanya inquired in a mousy tone that she uses with strangers.

Steve was it, yeah Steve rubbed the back of his head, “How to put this. You’ve been asleep for 600 years. Just about everyone thinks you’re a myth. Hell, we wouldn’t have believed it if we weren’t right in front of you.”

He then provided updates on what happed after your birthdays, but you were only half listening. Your dumb fight with Ghada and your damn curiosity cost you and your sisters your friends, family, and life.

You wanted to cry, but Ghada motioned you to join her and Fumnanya in a huddle. You spoke in Nephrashim as to not alert the warriors.

The three of you knew that Sophronius was up to no good and it was odd that he was still alive since the average lifespan was 300 years due to the Nephrashim Crystal.

“We need to convince them to take us outside of the city since I’m guessing the spell Etna put on us to keep Y/N from skipping class is still in place.”

You rolled your eyes at Ghada snide comment.

“We take what need in whatever storage device Y/N has in her ‘secret workshop’!” Fumnanya chimed in.

“Hey-“

“We all knew where it is, sis. You’re not fooling anyone.” Ghada deadpanned while you huffed in frustration.

With that, the three of you rejoined the group and offered to show them around after you changed your clothes.

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The warrior trio was waiting outside the room for 20 minutes when you and sisters finally emerged from behind the doors. The three of you wore much more comfortable clothing than the extravagant kaftans you wore in your sleep. The clothes also showcased more of your curves and sleek muscles they noted.

“What would you like to do first?” You asked. No sooner had you finished the question that the warrior trio’s stomachs growled like a lion’s roar.

Ghada giggled and together, you led the trio to the main banquet hall.

You and your sisters had a hunch that the food from your 18th birthday celebration was still good. Your hunch was right.

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The hall was filled with food for 900 people. The tables were packed with: huge slabs of Gararagator Steak, roast beef and pork, fried chicken, smoked turkey, grilled and baked fish in sweet brown sauces, curries, pastas, thick stews, enticing side dishes, rich pastries/desserts, and caskets of mead and wine.

The warriors were drooling at the sight and aromas of the feast. So, when Ghada casually said to dig in, they devoured ALL of the food in record time.

You and your sisters managed to get some of the food before it was gone. None of you would admit it, but the three of you were turned on by the ferocity at which they ate and drank.

Once they finished the food and drink, the warrior trio leaned back in their chairs and sighed while they rubbed and patted their bellies followed by a couple of loud, brassy burps and belches.

Fumnanya asked them some trivial questions about life since the curse was activated which they answered in kind, but they got tense when she asked about their mothers.

Ghada, ever the politician, quickly changed the subject by asking if they would like a bath and one of the guest rooms to sleep in for the night.

Bucky was about to respond when you suddenly challenged him to a duel.

A couple of things happened: Fumnanya put her head in her hands, Ghada groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose, Sam and Steve burst into laughter, and Bucky accepted with a chuckle.

You led the group to the sparring grounds on the western end of the palace grounds.

Ghada set the ground rules: each combatant may choose a weapon from the low-level, non-lethal weapons closet and the fight could last no longer than 30 minutes.

You both chose Bo Staffs and bowed to start the spar. It took a few minutes of sizing each other up before making the first move. The duel consisted a flurry of punches, kicks, precision strikes with your Bo Staffs, and near hits/misses.

It ended when Bucky spotted a weakness in your left mid-section and landed a hit right above left hip causing you to fall. He then pinned you down before you could grab your weapon with his face two inches above yours.

The two of you were so engrossed in your own little world that Steve had to clear his throat a few times to get your attention.

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Sensing the, ahem, tension in the area, Ghada suggested that you all finally head over to the baths.

Except for you and Bucky, you took him to your ‘secret workshop’. Something about the way he examined some of the weapons fascinated you and you wanted to explore that.

Bucky was quite dazzled by your variety of inventions like your solar battery, your new hover bike engine, and your 5th attempt at your waning swan (a cross between a scythe and a machine gun). He was examining a pair of your laser blasting gauntlets when you asked if he’d seen some of them before.

“Is there something you like?” you asked while he picked up an old prototype for a flash grenade.

Bucky chuckled, “It’s just that I’ve never seen so many inventions in one place before. When I was an orcling, there was these traveling ‘magician’ who performed feats of wonder for the kids in the village near our settlement. In reality, he was a con artist, but we didn’t care. He would always make our lives seem a little bit brighter. One day, the three of us went behind his tent and found all these contraptions in boxes or on the ground. Tuns out, they were relics of the long gone Nephrashim people. Well, maybe not so long gone now.”

He chuckled to himself again almost bitterly. “I was always entranced by what he would show us and, when he finally fessed up to using relics instead of magic, the contraptions he would use to perform such acts. Sometimes I would wonder what it would’ve been like to live a different life; one where I could’ve been a tinkerer instead of a warrior. Don’t get me wrong, I like being one. It’s just that-”

“You wished you had more options.” You finished noticing how delicately he was holding one of your mithril tools. He held it in a deftness that most of the artisans you’ve met couldn’t match.

His confession of sorts gave you pause.

You always hated how almost everyone gave your sisters praise for their interests and demeanor while you were usually belittled when your parents and Fae tutors weren’t around. They always complained about you not being as sociable as Ghada or as ‘sweet’ (quiet, but not really) as Fumnanya. You were always seen as causing trouble, but you just saw the world differently.

Some days you actually hated being a princess and wished you had a different lot in life.

Maybe this warrior understood you.

Taking another look at him, you realize that underneath this ruggedly delicious beef cake was someone who might’ve been something else altogether. Sure, he seemed proud of his accomplishments when you both were in the dining hall, but part of you wondered what could’ve been his path if he had someone who would’ve taken the time and maybe given him an apprenticeship or something.

You bit your lower lip as you mustered up the strength to ask, “I was wondering, I think I have something I was working on before the curse was cast. Would you like to help with it? I mean, you don’t have to-”

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

The two of you spent the next two hours working on a few prototypes. Bucky asked you questions about engineering and mechanics especially and you were more than happy to answer. It was nice to have someone outside your sisters, parents, and Fae tutors actually give a crap about what you liked. Neither you nor Bucky realized the distance shrinking in between the two of you until all you could think about was how inviting his lips and neck looked.

Unfortunately, your slowly intimate moment was dashed when Ghada interrupted them via communication mirror telling them to take a bath and go to bed already.

With an annoyed tsk, you took off your work apron, your goggles, and your gloves and motioned Bucky to do the same.

You led him to the baths, a wide yet indoor place with vast pools, man-made hot springs, and an indoor waterfall.

Looking at Bucky your feelings of embarrassment and shame arose once again. Did your ancestors really had to be this obnoxious in flaunting their wealth?

You offered to assist Bucky in washing his hair, but really you wanted to run your hands over his exposed skin.

With his nod of acceptance, you took him to changing rooms and you changed into a Soft Wrap Halter Bikini Top and Rene Fold Bikini Bottom in pale gold, the one that caused a prominent lord to walk into a compost cart due to how well it showcased your curves. Hopefully, it would work on Bucky.

You felt bad using your looks to get Bucky to make a move, but you were so sure that it would be a disaster if you moved first.

The slight shame you felt with your bathing suit quickly faded when you saw Bucky emerge from his changing room.

You cursed yourself because he was only in a loincloth, and DAMN he looked fine! Part of his long hair was pulled back in a high man bun, his shin was a beautiful smooth muted yellow-green with aqua undertones, he was powerfully built with massive shoulders (you thought the lightweight armor did most of the heavy lifting), chiseled pecs, abs, and thighs that you could’ve sworn the finest of Fae craftsmen had a hand in creating all wrapped in someone that actually engaged you both intellectually and emotionally.

You know your mother said that you and your sisters would most likely married princes, but you were glad that she wasn’t here to see you shamelessly lust over an orc. You still missed her, but both she and half of your tutors would have a conniption if they saw what you were doing right now.

It would seem that Bucky was sizing you up as well judging by the way his eyes were beginning to blow out with lust.

He must have pushed his naughty thoughts aside. “Are you still gonna wash my hair?” he queried with a smirk that showed off his tusks. They would’ve been intimidating, but now they look endearing and sexy.

You let out an uncharacteristic giggle and told him to wait right there while you went to the closet where the servants kept the washing items and got him silver spruce, lemongrass, rosemary, and orange scented shampoos and oils.

You returned to find Bucky trying and failing to put a towel tower that one of maids used to construct. Stifling a laugh, you took his hand and guided him to one of the hot springs.

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Bucky groaned upon sinking into the refreshing warm spring, glad to not have to was in a stream or river for a change (the tubs back home were nice, but they’re nothing compared to this). The water eased his tense muscles and joints in all the right places. Plus it didn’t hurt that the spring was deep enough for him to completely submerge himself which, at 8’ 3”, is no easy feat.

The engineering princess was getting ready to wash his hair like she offered and Bucky couldn’t wait. She had to know what she was doing to him. Lesser men would’ve jumped her on sight, but not him. His stepmother and sisters made sure of that.

She poured some of the argan and peppermint shampoos into a bowl and grabbed a towel to rest her shins.

“Lay your head on top of this bowl while I wash your head. Okay?”

Bucky did as directed and she started to work her magic on him. She started slow,  working front to back, appreciating the way she gently massaged his scalp. At times he would let out low groans of pleasure at her ministrations, craving more from her.

Once she was done with the shampoo, she carefully lifted his head, emptied and refilled the water basin, and steadily poured the warm water over his head while trying not to get water up his nose.

Bucky turned around to see her beaming at her work. He smiled coyly at her pride, “Aren’t you coming?”, while motioning his right hand in a ‘come hither’ gesture.

She shook her head while biting her lower lip, probably not wanting to hair wet or some other prissy princess thing that was engrained into her.

Bucky decided to help ‘break’ her of that mindset by quickly grabbing her arm and gently tossed her into the spring in front of him. She jumped out of the water with a gasp and playfully punched his left shoulder.

“What was that for?!”

“You were too prideful and uptight!” Bucky chortled while she looked away failing to hide her embarrassment. He stopped laughing when he saw the beginnings of tears in her eyes.

He then reached out and softly lifted her head with his fore and middle fingers. She looked a bit anxious when he closed the distance between them.

“May I?” he pleaded, desperate for her to say yes.

“Please,” she whispered.

That was all Bucky needed to hear.

He started slow as to make up for this afternoon, but he almost lost it when she grasped his hair and licked his canines/tusks. He growled as her petite tongue entered his near monstrous mouth, her light moans and whimpers goading something that Bucky thought he would never feel: love, lust, and passion.

Ever since he and his best friends achieved their goal, Bucky felt like he was missing something. None of the women in their community really excited him or really engaged him beyond his physical needs. Sure, there were plenty orc, human, and even elf females who would warm his bed, but none of them cared to stay and listen…except for you, the woman who was now struggling to take off her bikini top after talking machines and engineering with him without getting annoyed by his antics.

You were so eager — and so was he — but he didn’t want to have sex and then have you disappear on him like the others, not when he was finally making a connection. No, he would make this last a little longer, even if this meant disappointing you.

“We should go sleep.” He mumbled as his hand halted your efforts.

——————

With a heavy sigh, you relented, got dressed, and waited for him to get his things. Your eyes were downcast as you escorted him to the chambers he would be sharing with his kin.

Bucky tried to give you a goodnight kiss, but you rebuffed him with a curt “good night” and returned to you and your sister’s shared room.

You were greeted to Fumnanya gushing about Sam and his interest in the library. Part of you was happy for her. Fumnanya rarely got out of her shell and getting with a guy that was even remotely interested in books as much as she was exceedingly rare.

You wanted to say that you were excited for her, you really did, but you were still a little sullen and bitter about what happed with Bucky at the baths.

“So, you and Bucky sure took your time.” Ghada remarked as you were putting on your night clothes (a short tunic and mid-calf pants).

“You’re one to talk! Sam and I caught you and Steve making out in the changing rooms at the baths!” Fumnanya snapped. Great, even Ghada was getting more in the romance department than you were.

You gave Fumnanya a grateful smile while you settled into bed hoping that tomorrow would bring better fortunes.

——————-

You awoke with a slight start and a knock at the door. Grabbing your robe, you raced towards the door thinking it was Bucky only to find a letter floating in a glowing rosy pink sphere. As soon as you reached out to touch the sphere, it disappeared leaving the letter to slowly descend into your hands.

By this time, your sisters joined you in reading the letter. It was written by one of your favorite tutors, Aoife.

It read:

Dearest children,

If you are reading this, then this means that I am either dead or completely unable to reach you. I hope you weren’t asleep for too long, but something tells me you have. For that, I am sorry.

I wish I could be there to hug you and your matches, but I’m guessing you know of your uncle by now. He has been after you for years now. My wards were successful in keeping him at bay, but now, I’m afraid you’re on your own.

The mist surrounding the capital will fade in three days time. By then, you will need to go into hiding in order to not fall into Sophronius’ clutches.

Have faith, be brave, trust in yourselves, and be kind my dears. Also, trust in your matches, okay?

Warm Regards,

Aoife

Aoife was one of the few people who actually liked all three of you the way you were. Finding out that she could be dead was the straw that broke the camel’s back for the three of you.

When the orc hybrid trio found you, you were huddled on Ghada’s bed with the letter on the floor in front of you.

Steve gently coaxed the three of you out of your beds with the suggestion of showing them around the capital. It didn’t get you or your sisters completely happy, but it was a start.

The tour consisted of you and Ghada butting heads over where to take the guys (the theatre district is NOT better than the artisan market), Fumnanya pointing out prominent buildings and statues.

You could’ve sworn that the guys sneered at one of the monuments to one of your ancestors, but you let it slide.

But then, Bucky made an offhand comment about what was must have went into making this place and the sacrifices that was probably made.

You have thought about what must’ve went into making the capital, but never in a negative light. No one in the capital or in the surrounding cities, towns or villages were poor on dire straits. You made sure to get the truth through your little excursions out of the palace before Etna cast that infernal spell on you.

The thought was pushed aside when you and your sisters returned to your room that night. You needed to think of a plan and quickly because Aoife’s spell was going to fade in two days and Sophronius was hot on your tails.

“Perhaps the guys would let us stay with their community for a while.” Ghada put forth as you were getting ready for bed.

“That’s a possibility, but what do we have to offer? I doubt that a semi-nomadic community of mostly orcs would take on three enhanced human princesses for free” Ghada countered as she put on her nightgown.

“Are you serious?!” you exclaimed. “We have tons to offer! Look, Fumnanya is a great medic, you’re awesome diplomat and negotiator, and I’m good with machinery. Plus we can cook and take care of ourselves, so I doubt we would be a huge burden.”

“Also, we can give them some of the treasure that’s laying around the palace for them to use.” Fumnanya chirped.

“Exactly. We’ve got this!” You declared not realizing that the guys were having a similar conversation.

——————

“So, what should we do about the girls? I mean, they’re great and all, but can we bring them back with us?” Sam inquired as stripped down to his loincloth.

“I don’t see why not. They’ve actually got skills the group could use, unlike a lot of the females that first become part of our tribe.” Steve stated as he gnawed on the turkey leg from dinner.

“Maybe we could bring the tribe here! The city is completely deserted except for the girls and they certainly won’t mind us living here.” Sam offered.

“I don’t think that would be the wisest course of action. Like the girls said, the spell that keeps the mist in place will fade in two days. It won’t be long before Sophronius’ horde will crawling all over the place.” Bucky voiced thinking about last night’s interaction.

“Alright, we’ll see what the girls think tomorrow and go from there.” Steve concluded and the three went to sleep.

———————

Both parties began packing for their journey the next day once the guys agreed to take the three of you back with them.

You gave everyone three travel sized storage units. Ghada packed all of her notes on trade, language books, and art supplies. Fumnanya packed all of the medical supplies she could fit into her storage unit, her language, history, science, and geography books. You packed most of your tools, a couple of your inventions (including waning swan), and any materials you might need.

All three of you made sure to pack clothes, cooking supplies (especially spices since the guys were surprised at the variety), personal hygiene supplies, and some of the treasure/objects that would most likely fetch a good price without leading anyone back to them.

The time to leave came soon enough.

“You three ready?” Sam asked as you were making the final adjustments to your traveling clothes.

“As ready as we’ll ever be.” Fumnanya replied as she gave Sam a hug. It surprised you how quickly she warmed up to him.

“Perhaps you should give Bucky another chance.” Ghada advised.

Maybe, but not now.

You made your way to the courtyard taking in everything. The dire wolves nuzzled your cheeks as you made your way to mount them.

Steve gave both Sam and Bucky a nod and you began your journey out of the only home you three knew.

Perhaps this new chapter will be a good one.

—————

If you had looked up at the third tree closest to the thorn bushes, you would’ve seen a solitary raven, a raven with four red eyes. The raven was a scout for Sophronius and it was recording you.

Video of your departure was being transmitted to a crystal ball in the throne room of Sophronius’ main headquarters.

“It seems the bitch Aoife was able to keep them young after all.” Sophronius remarked, taking in the princesses’ features.

“Alert the princes. We have work to do.”

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[sarahowritesostucky]

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x black female reader

Tags: Historical AU, Old West, Bounty hunter!Steve Rogers, slavery, poc!reader, blackmail, dubcon, soft!dark! love interest, prostitution, period-typical attitudes, racism

Summary: You're just trying to keep your head down until you can scrape together enough money to join a wagon train out west. But a wrench is thrown into your plans when a roughshod rider comes through town and sets his sights on you.

Part I "This ain't a poor house, it's a whore house."

Part II "For Fifty Cents More"

Part III "Ain't a sportin' girl at all"

[operation-619]

Her

Chapter two: crimson

UD- 24th June 2021

Big Thank yo to my translator, @primavera-allegoria​ this story wouldn’t be completed or written if it wasn’t for you. So thank you.

Summary: AU series were Bucky is safe and sound after AOU, (Y/N) (L/N) is a troubled woman with a haunting past, and its coming back to enslave her. But she doesn’t care, her interest is in a certain Captain America lead to a night that set off a series of unfortunate twists and turns. Can she come out on the other side, with her past a secret and a family to come home to. Or will she burn and take everyone down with her.

Warning!! this chapter contains scenes some may find upsetting and disturbing read at your own risk.

Word Count- 4K+

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 [Masterlist]

 Chapter I-Forest : Chapter III-Hiraeth

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The rebuilding of stark Tower 2012

“You know Tony, I would love to find an apartment in New York, but I can’t leave a child by itself for more than an hour, legally” (E/C) eyes cast downwards at the plans of the new compound, (Y/N) refused to wipe the smirk off her face as she heard the dramatic intake of breath behind her.

“Are you calling me a child.” She could picture the look of disdain on his face, his mouth wide open in mock shock and hand on his Arc Reactor. (H/C) textured hair bounced around her shoulders as she shook her head in disbelief. She walked over to the large window that overlooked the rubble that once was New York.

Heaving a sigh, she wrapped her arms around her torso and clenched tightly, her eyes became glassy as she withheld the tears threatening to come down her face. Her mind was running too fast for her to keep up with, the thought of what she could have done circled her head in a taunting manner. ‘I could’ve saved people, children.’ The guilt was evident in her eyes but not on her face, no she hid that well.

“You knew it had to be done,” obviously not too well, “there would’ve been more damaged with you and Banner out there, chaos. And we can really only just about control Banner. I did it to keep you safe.” The remorse was clear on his tongue she just refused to listen.

“So, knocking me out with that heavy duty sedative was your best option? I felt like a piece of shit when you did that with no explanation Tony! And to mention the fact that you left me in my room without so much of a note, do you have any idea how scary it was to wake up to you falling out the fucking hole in the sky!” her face was contorted into a painful twist as she grew closer and closer to Tony, her index finger jutted out and repeatedly jab his arc reactor. The strength behind it surprised him and led to him placing his hand onto her shoulders in an attempt to calm her down.

The veins in her body started to hum a soft crimson, her eyes filled with tears as she gasped for air. She could feel her body starting to change, the heat building up begging to be released was a sign she needed to breathe.

“You and I both know that the consequence would’ve been too much for everyone to face given our current situation.” His voice was soft as if he were talking to a wounded animal; he caressed her elbow and brought her head to lay on his chest. The soft humming of his reactor brought comfort to her. (Y/N) thought back to the moment she locked eyes upon the figure of a falling Iron Man, she couldn’t put into words the emotions that coursed through her body as she watched him fall. The scream that left her mouth shook the whole room, yet it was unheard with all the chaos flying around the city.

“I know, I am just pissed off that’s all. You promised not to do that again,” her voice was petite, the vulnerability flowing off her in waves.

She pulled her head away from his chest and looked up at him, a smirk slowly making its way to her face; “And fuck you for not taking me to get some Shawarma.” She pulled herself away from him and punched him in the arm playfully. She laughed as she watches his mouth form an ‘O’ as he rubbed the pain away.

“That looked like it hurt Tony,” (Y/N) whipped her head around at the new voice and immediately relaxed once she saw it was Pepper, the strawberry blonde gave the other lady a hug on her way to Tony. They exchanged a few words before Pepper came back to (Y/N).

“I’m going back to Malibu for a few weeks, wanted to know if you wanted to come?” The woman held a look in her eyes that (Y/N) had seen before; pity, the fact that Pepper was the one to find (Y/N) in her room with the window smashed, the furniture broken and all over the place with her sat, stark naked in the middle of it all. Pepper saw the struggle clear on (Y/N)’s face when she stepped into the room. The pain. The horror. The ongoing battle within her as she tried to claw her way out of the disorientated state, she was in.

“I don’t know, I still have to do clean up here- “

“Don’t worry about it I’ve got it, go you deserve it Foss,” (Y/N) winced at the nickname and walked out the office. The two adults watched the head of (H/C) curls disappear into the mass of construction and working bodies.

“JARVIS pull up surveillance please, from her room.” Pepper’s voice was filled with an emotion that Tony couldn’t place. It didn’t matter the moment the wall in front of them filled up with an image of (Y/N)’s form sleeping in the bed.

His face showed the confusion on his face as he looked at the surveillance footage- “why am I watching (Y/N) sleep Pep?”- his eyebrows screwed together as he looked from her freckle covered face to the video.

“Just watch.” Her voice held authority that Stark did not question.

The tape speed forward for a moment, the images past quickly from her getting up and looking around the room in confusion, to her trying to open the door, to then turning around and seeing the Chitauri flying around outside her large window. She tries the door handle one last time before slowly walking to the window. Hands on it as she surveys the scene unravelling in front of her.

“Pepper?” Tony’s voice is full of question as he watches the tape pick up speed again to the moment (Y/N) catches him falling out of the sky. The veins in her body starts to pulse a deep crimson as she slams her fist against the window in anguish.

It happens to quickly that Tony orders Jarvis to rewind and slow down the tape. Pepper takes a seat on the raised platform surrounding them and places her head in her hands.

But he doesn’t notice; he’s got his eyes focused on the image of (Y/N) hunched over in pain as her body starts to become overwhelmed in light as she screams in fear, the room starts to shake. A crack forms on the window, then one crack turns into five and then five turn into hundreds of spider webs turning the triple-glazed-Tony-Stark proof window into shards that fly across the room and fall onto the people outside. The clothes burn off as her body becomes too hot, all the pent-up energy finally being released. Crimson ribbons start to flutter around her body creating a circle that envelopes her trembling body as she hunched over in pain, the furniture in the room starts to shake as it lifted off the ground and hovers in the air.

All of a sudden, the ribbons that were once dancing around her erupted outwards as her upper body was flung upwards and a silent scream left her body. Everything broke; the bed, the table, the desk, and the walls dented.

She falls to the floor quickly, her head bounces from the immediate impact. The tape fast forwards again, and throughout her body doesn’t stop glowing, humming softly as it heals itself of self-inflicted injuries. The tapes stops suddenly to (Y/N) waking up; she arches of the ground and whips her head back and forth trying to grasp onto the perplexing situation at hand. But the confusion plastered on her face is clear as glass. A shard of bright light appears in the corner of the video before slowly becoming wider, drowning the dark and bleak room in artificial light.

(Y/N)’s face turns slowly to the figure in the doorway, a series of emotions flash across her face as she tries to understand everything, anything at all.

“Tony?” The plead fell on death ears as the 176 second clip was rewound and replayed over and over again; the already clenched jaw became slack before tensing again. His forehead creased in anguish as the image of the vulnerable woman stained is mind.

“Tony?” He exhaled violently through his nostrils before hanging is head low, he screwed his eyes shut and counted to ten in his head.

‘You fucked up’

‘Again’

“I…I promised her, I’d protect her and let nothing happen to her again Pep. I promised.” His voice meagre as he inhaled deeply trying to ignore the quaking of his lungs. He looked up at the paused video, millions of thoughts swarming his already distressed head. Taking a step back he cleared his throat.

“Jarvis.”

“Yes Sir?”

“Delete the footage, erase it.”

“Permanently sir?”

“Yes”

“And what of the Bedroom Sir?”

“What bedroom Jarvis?”

“Of course, sir.”

He looked to his left at the strawberry blonde, sat calmly watching his body, waiting for it to crumple. She was reading him like always but this time she couldn’t quite understand the writing on the pages, it kept shifting from one thing to another.

“We don’t speak of this Pepper, she doesn’t remember the surge, she just remembers waking up and seeing me fall, and that is as good as it gets,” his voice was low, a whisper of a whisper. His dark brown eyes met her blue in a silent agreement.

An agreement to protect what could destroy everything. And nothing at the same time.

“Jarvis?” He raised his eyebrows at nothing waiting patiently for the response.

“You were never here sir.”

With a nod he turned and left, never looking back as he marched to find something to preoccupy his mind from combustion.

Silence met Pepper’s ears for a few minutes before the silence was filled with a small sniffle, wiping her hand underneath her nose she looked up to the ceiling blinking a few times to calm herself. She needs to control herself for her sake. Before she screams.

Nodding to no one she gets up.

Smooths out her skirt.

And leaves.

March 14th, 2015

Medical bay, New Avengers Compound, Upstate New York.

“We had to heavily sedate her so there would be no chance of a surge of any kind like you suggested Tony, her body is damaged though. He put some kind of poison in her system that is unnatural.”

His heart stuttered as he listened to the Doctor speak, ‘unnatural, what does she mean?’.

“I tested it and I couldn’t find any kind of natural compound in the substance I extracted from her blood, I don’t think it was her body trying to decompose it if that is what you’re thinking because whatever they put in her, it’s. I’m so sorry Tony,”

His heart became erratic the sound became claustrophobic, ‘what does she mean she’s sorry?’.

“It’s aim was to halt her reaction, the deadly kind so they could do something, but it did more than that Tony, it’s made her weak. She’s broken and I don’t know how to fix her.”

His heart burst, the pain was so great it became numb, it was so great he saw black spots as his vision swam, it was so great he forgot that the team was down the hall.

It was so great that he screamed.

His heart and lungs felt heavy as he forced in air to stop him from falling, he looked up at Cho and grabbed her by the shoulders, he looked into her fear painted eyes and begged, pleaded with her to stop lying.

“Tony, there is nothing I can do, it’s all up to her biology now. My machines can’t fix her, they’d kill her or make it worse. I’m sorry.” She placed a consoling hand on his cheek, a mockery to him as the apology felt empty, scares of emotion.

His eye landed on the shell of a human, his (Y/N) laid there motionless, mindless, and uncomfortably beautiful. Her dark complexion paling and lifeless.

His stomach felt twisted as he dragged in a broken breath, it settled uncomfortably within him as he continued to stare at the woman he has known since 23, he could remember the way the dimly lit dinner made her eyes shine so brightly with pain. He felt at peace for a moment when he saw the conflict flitter across her face as he drunkenly plonked down opposite her in the sticky leather booth.

They related to each other on so many levels without a word spoken, the loss and torment they both endured was what helped them come together. But their undying love and friendship was what kept them together.

The beeping became unbearable, it mocked him with the intensity of it obnoxiously loud beep. He gritted his teeth and looked down at the monitor, it looked clean and untouched, beautifully innocent for a machine.

Unlike her, lying in that bed covered in swells, darkened colours and bumps, a majestic art-piece for the psychopaths of the world.

The rhythm of the beeping was fast, it sounded like the machine was running out of breath to keep up with her heart rate. He spent years trying to keep up with her, yet this was the closet he’d been to see her so…peaceful.

“Heal for me,” he gasped out as the tears finally dripped down his face. Placing a delicate kiss on her forehead he turned and walked out the room – if he started any longer at her he would do something; he didn’t know what yet, but it wouldn’t be good.

His footsteps echoed viscously in the hallway as he marched down towards the group of heroes sat in the living room; waiting, begging, pleading that she would be okay. They better pray some more.

Natasha was the first to see Tony enter the room, she kept quiet and just watched him, standing there- catatonic. Her eyes followed the figure as it went towards the island that separated the living room from the kitchen. Those eyes were swimming in tears as they watched Tony hunch over the island, his shoulders wide and stiff as he started hard at the marble countertop.

“Tony?” Eyes snapped to the red head that asked the question, then followed her line of sight to the billionaire that looked too quiet. No one moved as the man in question looked up to meet the questioning gaze of his teammate. No one moved as he turned his back towards everyone.

But everyone flinched when the figure lurched forward and grabbed the flowerpot off the stand and throw it across the room, next were the plates and decorations on the island, they flew across the room and landed in a million pieces.

Chairs, books, spoons, and pots danced in the air and crashed onto the floor.

It went on for minutes, the display of vulnerability became too much for Tony as he stopped and looked at the mess he made, back facing the team, he looked down the corridor he came from minutes ago. It was littered with piece of broken porcelain and china.

His face remained stoic as an image of (Y/N) appeared in front of him, broken and shattered in a million pieces, too many for him to put back together.

He couldn’t fix her. No one could.

He turned to the team, “I want background on the man that did this, everything. I want no place let untouched you hear me?” the silence answered his question. He looked at his team- “Where the fuck is Rogers?”

Bucky looked at Sam and then at Natasha. They exchanged a conversation that Tony was too tired to pick up on.

“He left with K-” Nat shot the solider a look before standing up and placing a hand on Tony’s shoulder.

“He left with her, before any of this went down. He doesn’t know.” Her perfectly arched eyebrows came together as she observed the conflict smothering Tony’s face.

With a nod the billionaire rubbed Natasha’s hand and walked away to his room not uttering another word.

But everyone felt the pressure he left behind, the severity of the situation weighed heavily on their shoulders as they all, one by one, slowly got up and put their plan into action.

But their eyes were all focused on the corridor Tony had come from, because at the end of it lay their friend and teammate fighting for her life.

March 15th 13:41pm, Downtown New York

 Steve Rogers is a man of many things, loyalty and honesty is just some of them. But ever since he woke up in a different century his views have changed, not drastically but the influence of a few certain men and women can do a lot to a man.

But it wasn’t just those people that caused his views to change slightly, it was the way the world changed, the way the people changed and their views on the world. How women walked around covered in tattoos and piercing, some women walking around in barley anything.

How men no longer seemed to show women respect, grabbing them when they see fit, how the world had forgotten about all the lives lost during the war.

All his friends.

Within the first month of him awakening from the ice he had hopes that some of his past was able to hold out, anything and within minutes of that thought crossing his mind reality slapped him hard in his perfect face. Everything he knew was either changed or gone and that was that, no bullshit. And he was kind of glad about that, he knew he had to figure out what to do and he need that distraction, any distraction would be welcomed with opened arms.

After the attack of New York, he made it a priority to learn about what he missed and gain new skills, cooking being one of them. And he did, he prided himself on that, all the new skills he learnt being able to use the tablets and phone that are interactive and portable, learning that things taste so much better when there not boiled. And that he really, really feels out of place.

Although Stark offered to house him in his tower after the attack of New York, he declined. He found comfort in the separation between work and, and he didn’t really have a life outside of being Captain America. He didn’t have anything because everything in that apartment was already there when he moved in, including the food.

He worked his frustration out in the gym not far from where he lived. The same place Nick Fury asked for his helped, where he found his purpose again. But he still felt empty. So, he did what any sane person would do.

He talked to Natasha.

Now Steve Rogers is a man of simple things, he finds happiness in other people’s happiness, find love in the fact that the world is safe from the biggest threat from his time.

“You need to get laid Rogers. Simple.”

What does a man like Steve Rogers say to that, he wasn’t exactly what you would call experienced or a natural in that area of ‘expertise’, Hell he’s never seen a woman naked before let alone touch a woman with that intent. But the more Natasha explained it the more it made sense to him, the feeling of not knowing what he needs, feeling empty.

So, he tried it.

A lot.

Steve Rogers is a man of many things, honesty, sexual prowess, and loyalty are just a some of those things that have made him the man he is today, the very same man who is waking up in a bed coated in the scent of apples and cinnamon and a sprinkling of sweat covering his back.  

“Turn it off,” the scent was intoxicating, so homely and warm. It reminded him of his mother’s apple pie. The way she sang as she made one once they got home from church, the love that went into a single slice made his heart grow with warmth. The scent was accompanied by the beeping that was increasingly getting louder and quicker not to mention slightly irritating.

“Turn it off,” a hand slapped him haphazardly on the shoulder as he cracked open an eye to look at the flashing red numbers that read 13:42. The numbers kept flashing in a sequence, they mean nothing to him just random flashing numbers. He wondered if he kept staring at them then maybe they’d start to say something to him.

Suddenly a hand came slithering past his head to push a button on top of the cubed alarm-clock. Bright red nail-polish was decorating the long nails perfectly, the manicured hands attached to the slender arm wrapped around his shoulders and a hot kiss was placed on his left shoulder.

He lost himself in the tingle that covered his back; the goosebumps that enveloped him in a warm embrace, he was happy this morning in his own little world. The nails gently ran down his abdomen and danced around his belly button. The chills sent a smile to his face.

Turning around his eyes swept across the face of the woman that lay beside him with her leg draped carelessly over his hip. The storm in her eyes became more apparent as the sun draped its warm caresses over their laying figures. The (E/C) was like liquid heaven, whispering to him to come take a swim.

“You want pancakes or something else?” Emerald green. Her eyes were emerald green not (E/C).

‘What are you doing?’

“Steve? Are you awake in there?” his eye flickered up to meet hers; a smile was plastered over her face, her lips looked dry from the amount of alcohol she consumed last night. She giggled and rolled over, so she was sat on the edge of the bed, stretching she reached forward to grab his shirt that was hanging off the edge of the bedside table. Slipping it on she pranced out of the door and disappeared.

“Fuck.”

Sitting up he looked over the bedroom that was covered in personal effects including the lace violent panties she wore last night. The room smelled of sex and a fruity perfume that hurt his head, last night it made his head flutter but right now it burnt his nostrils with how pungent it was. He grabbed his boxers lying next to his feet and pulled them on before walking out of the bedroom and into the open-planned living, kitchen area.

His eyes were drawn to the blue fabric swishing back and forth on the small figure at the island, her hair was up in a messy bun, strands sticking out everywhere as she bopped her head back and forth. Flour was smudge on her thigh and on the back of her neck; she looked over her shoulder at the sound of him sitting down at the island. He smiled back and just watched her. He felt calm this morning, he didn’t know what it was, but he felt oddly calm.

 “You want a smoothie with it as well baby?” He just hummed, too busy watching his hands fiddle with the small Vibranium bracelet that always adorned his wrist. It was given to him on Christmas three years ago when the team did secret Santa, it took a small amount of explaining for him to understand what it was.

It was a small navy-blue plush box wearing a black ribbon tie, the letter just said ‘I noticed the ones you buy keep breaking, this unbreakable like my bond with you x’ he had a hunch about who it was from and the look of surprise on (Y/N)’s face told him, it had been on his left wrist ever since.

His thumb and forefinger rubbed the links subconsciously as he thought about (Y/N)’s words last night, how the emotion on her face looked raw and deep, he was perplexed by her to say the least. He knew about her, but he didn’t know her, and god did he want to. It seemed that she kept him at an arms distance compared to everyone else, at first, he thought it was Tony’s influence but then he saw that she had Stark wrapped around her finger. He then concluded that it was him, he was the reason she didn’t trust Steven Grant Rogers.

She trusted Captain America, when they were both on the field, she trusted him. But the moment he put the persona away and the shield down, she was back to keeping him at a distance.

“Your phones ringing.” He looked up at the sound of her voice and watched as she pointed to his phone charging on the coffee table on the side of the couch.

He numbly walked over and unplugged the phone but was a second too late to accept the call. She never called him, she never really said anything to him outside of work except a goodbye and a hello. His mind was racing as he selected redial and placed his phone to his ear as he turned around and walked back over to the island.

“It was Buck,” his husky voice drifted through the air, he nodded his head as the red smoothie was placed in front of him. Placing a kiss on the top her head he muttered a thank you as she walked past heading to sit down to eat her food.

“Thank fuck Rogers, I’ve been trying to call you all night.” He scoffed at the tone he was greeted with.

“Good morning to you to sunshine, I was a bit busy last night punk.” He smiled over his glass as he heard the clattering of a fork behind him.

“I need you in here right now Steve.” He chugged down the rest of his smoothie and sucked in a breath. He booked the weekend off, if it was an emergency, they knew the protocol.

“I’m off all weekend punk, you know this. If this is about the unfinished paperwork hand it to (Y/N), she knows the detail, she can finish them for me.” He heard silence on the other end of the phone, he called out Bucky’s name thinking the line went dead but him clearing his throat told him that he was silent for another reason.

“She can’t do that right now Steve, she’s down. Someone got to her.”

The thick glass in his hands shattered, breaking into tiny shards. Cutting his hands and his heart.

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Taglist;

@vicmc624

[helahades]

Steve Rogers Masterlist

Oneshots:

“The Goddess and the Grocer”:🌑🩸{*} (fem!reader)(au)(3k):

Summary: Sappy and hopelessly romantic, the part time art student, part time grocery bagger, and full time fantasy creator Steve Rogers lives in his head, with you as his muse. Making puzzles out of your groceries, and portraits of your every curve and edge, he fears and craves every interaction, while living with you as a lover in his mind.

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Can’t Give You Love* 🌑(black!fem!reader)(3.1k):

Summary: You take Steve home after a night out, celebrating your graduation. You fall asleep. Steve decides he hasn’t had enough.

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Sunshine of Your Love: (WIP)

Summary: (concept) After a long time away from each other, you and your golden boy each realize you find home in the other, and take an intimate day to bask in that sunshine.

Drabbles:

“Vulnerable Acts: The Morning After”:🩸{🌑}{🌺}(fem!reader)(ua:no thanos):

Nomad Steve looks back on the night you shared and tries to reconcile his growing feelings for you.

Headcanons:

“On Steve Shaving Your Head”: 🩸☁️ (black!fem!reader

On Being a Dog Owner

On How He Fucks 🌺

“On Steve and His Stetch Marks”: ☁️ (implied woc!reader) 🚫 broken post 🚫

[spookiekewchie]

Bombette

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Steve Rogers x woc!reader

Summary: It's a new year, and you want more than you've been given.

FIREWORKS / SKY FLYER (drabble) / BARRAGE

Word Count: 4.5k+

Warnings: mean!steve is back yall, some mild violence, mentions of jealousy, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it), sex in semi public places, rough sex, getting caught, possessive language, mean!steve's filthy mouth, a lil degradation, squirting, choking, sir kink, Sharon as a romantic rival (forgive me queen girlboss), nicknames (bucky calls the reader Trouble, steve calls the reader Pretty)

A/N: part of the FIREWORKS universe, and inspired by an ask from @syntheticavenger! This was for New Years but it's me so it's a few days late. There's also a couple of POV changes in this so fair warning. Please excuse any typos or errors. The moodboard is by me and the divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. If you like it don’t forget to reblog and share with others who might enjoy it as well.

Tittering laughter filled your ears, and stole your attention from the dark haired super soldier you were currently meant to be sparring with. You know you should be focusing but that damn laughter had you turning your head. You huffed, eyes narrowed at Steve standing a ways off with Sharon Carter who was laughing rather hard at something he had said. You hated it, that sound of forced laughter and the way she batted her lashes up at him and touched his arm every now and then.

You couldn’t make out what was being said but that didn’t stop you from drawing your own conclusions. They were flirting, right where you could see them and Steve didn’t even have the decency to do it anywhere else where you didn’t have to be a witness.

Bucky’s gloved hand knocked gently against the top of your head, forcing your attention away and back onto him. “Say, how much longer are we on this assignment?” You questioned, trying not to be obvious.

“You mean how much longer do we have to work with Sharon?” He questioned back and you huffed, throwing a jab at him and beginning the dance of dodging his blows and striking out to try and land a couple of your own. You tried to focus on that, not wanting to think about Steve’s history with Sharon or the fact that the blonde wonder, as you��d taken to calling her, was always more than happy to do as he ordered without question. Did he want her back? Was he tired of you and your brattish antics?

You had to wonder because it’d been two weeks since he’d done anything more than order you around in an official capacity and said more than two words to you that wasn’t about the assignment. You didn’t know what you’d done wrong, you’d been on your best behavior save for a couple of incidents where you’d acted out just enough in hopes that’d he do something about it. He paid you dust, and that burned you up inside.

Trying to focus on Bucky proved easier said than done when that tittering laughter filled your ears again. You spun, narrowly missing Bucky’s punch, you glared in the direction of Steve and Sharon, hoping and wishing that you were able to set them both on fire with the heat of your ire. Vaguely from your peripheral you make out the movement of Bucky throwing another punch, and you acted on pure instinct just like Natasha trained you to. You ducked under his outstretched arm, turned your body, and threw your elbow back hard at an upwards angle.

You hear the sickening crunch and then you hear Bucky falling back onto the mat with a garbled curse.

“Shit! Bucky! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Stupid question you thought, until he pulled his hand away from his nose and gave you a bloody smile when you knelt between his sprawled legs and pulled your gloves off. You took his face in your hands gingerly and inspected the damage, it wasn’t too bad and you felt a little less guilty for not paying attention.

The sound of rushing footsteps filled your ears, and you leaned closer to Bucky’s face while trying to ignore his mischievous gaze. “What the fuck happened?” It was Steve’s concerned voice, and you could have scoffed in irritation if you weren’t too busy worrying about Bucky right then. You threw a look up at Steve, only to find that Sharon was standing closer than she needed to be and with a huff you whipped your head back around to face Bucky.

“Nothing, Trouble here just managed to get a good one in.” Bucky said with a huge grin, wincing slightly when you gently prodded at the crooked bridge of his nose. You didn’t see the proud smirk on Steve’s lips, but perhaps if you had you’d feel a little less irritated.

“We need to get you to medical.” You sighed, prepared to help Bucky up off the mat only for him to grab your wrist.

“By the time we get there it’ll be healed and crooked, they’ll just have to break it again to set it properly. Might as well just do it here.” Bucky seemed completely unbothered by all of this so you just sighed, prepared to try and convince him to still go to medical. That was before he chose to speak again. “Besides, I doubt I’d get such a wonderful view down there.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion, following his gaze only to come to the realization that in your current position Bucky could see down your shirt and he was currently getting an eyeful of your cleavage in your sports bra. Narrowing your eyes you reached up and quickly pushed the bridge of his nose back into place without warning. “Ass.” You huffed, getting up to stalk off to the showers and vaguely making out the sound of Bucky’s ‘you have a great one’ from behind you. You shook your head, a puff of laughter on your lips.

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“Really Buck?” Steve sighed, exasperated and mildly amused at his best friend's antics.

Bucky just shrugged, watching as Sharon wandered off to go get some towels to try and clean up the blood. “Not like you’ve been paying her any attention lately. I might as well.” Bucky replied, grinning with a wink. Steve huffed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his broad chest. He had his reasons for putting distance between the two of you since he’d had you transferred to his team. One of them was because of Sharon, her temporary assignment to the team by Fury couldn’t have come at a more inopportune time in Steve’s opinion. He didn’t enjoy the fact that Fury had gone over his head and basically strong-armed him into having to work with his ex, but Steve had assured the director that he could be professional about it. The other and more pressing reason was his need to stay focused entirely on the intel and plans to dismantle the newest HYDRA cell that had begun to grow in power. They needed to be squashed before they got too big, and it had been easier to focus on that than on the fact that his ex was trying to rekindle something while he was trying to come to terms that things between him and you weren’t as casual as he made them seem.

“I’ve been focused on the mission.” Steve said simply, holding out a hand to help Bucky up from the mat just in time for Sharon to return with Towels in hand. Neither man said anything more until she took the hint and quietly excused herself once the silence between the three became awkward.

“Really? Because from where we were standing it looked like you were focused on making your ex giggle like a schoolgirl.” Bucky countered, grabbing his water bottle so that he could wet the towel in his hand and try to clean up the blood on his face. “Besides, the mission was completed days ago so not really an excuse.”

Steve rolled his eyes so hard that Bucky was surprised they didn’t get stuck. “I have no idea what she was laughing at, I wasn’t even saying anything that funny. And I don’t know why she’s still around.” Sharon seemed to be lingering, almost like she was waiting for something and judging by the way she always seemed to find a way to monopolize Steve’s time he knew exactly what she was waiting for. He didn’t acknowledge that the mission was done, because that’d mean that he’d have to answer the question of why he was still keeping his distance.

“I know, but Trouble doesn’t have enhanced hearing and it looked a lot like flirting from here.” He patted around his face gingerly, carefully making his way out of the ring so he could go grab a shower as well. “But hey what do I know? I haven’t had a girlfriend since the forties.” Bucky added flippantly, grinning to himself when he heard Steve muttering about how you weren’t his girlfriend.

But if that was the case then why couldn’t he shake the possessive feeling that had been sitting in his chest lately. Especially when he saw other agents daring to flirt with you.

Steve pushed the thought off before it could take root further. He had more important things to focus on, except he couldn’t name one thing at that moment if he tried.

The last thing he heard before leaving the gym was Bucky wondering aloud if his black eye and swollen nose would be healed by the time Stark’s New Year’s party rolled around later that night.

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Bucky’s injury had indeed healed by the time the party had rolled around, not that it would have made him any less attractive to the various female agents that had tried with varying levels of success to get him out on the dancefloor. You spied him across the room, regarding him with a smile and a little shake of your head as one of your friend’s shamelessly flirted with him once the liquid courage had kicked in. The smile dropped when you saw who was leaning against the wall just behind.

Of course Steve was there, that much you expected, but what you weren’t expecting was for him to be watching you with an unreadable expression on his face. You huffed, shooting him a glare before turning on heels and making your way to the open bar. The sudden urge for a stiff drink overruling that little voice in the back of your mind that said avoiding the problem was not the answer.

The drink worked, giving you a nice buzz that made it easier to get into the mood for a party. You allowed yourself to be pulled onto the dancefloor, your laughter ringing out and your mood lifted as you were twirled and spun around in the arms of your friends. All the while Steve’s gaze bore down on you, and his jaw clenched tight as he watched you sway around and settle into the arms of one of the many male agents that had been eyeing all night. The bottle of beer in his hands shattered when his grip went too tight, and you were none the wiser as you refused to give him your attention. He’d ignored you for the better part of two weeks, he was preoccupied with his ex. His, pretty vision of blonde perfection, ex that he never hid or felt the need to sneak around with.

And just like that your good mood was tanking fast, and despite knowing better you looked over to where you’d last seen Steve. This time he was sitting on a sofa, with Sharon holding his hand and practically in his lap from how she was hovering over him. You excused yourself from the group you were dancing with, disappearing from the common area and making your way to one of the empty offices. In your anger you completely missed the napkin that Sharon was pressing to Steve’s hand, or the way he was pushing her out of his space with a hard look that clearly stated she was overstepping.

You’d seen enough, and you were a mix of bitter and resentful for the time that you’d put into something that you were now sure was over. You weren’t going to cry, that much you knew, but you were angry and you’d rather not ruin everyone else's night with an outburst. So you remained secluded in the dark office, pacing around and trying to think peaceful thoughts before you did something rash like storm out into the party and punch Steve right in his mouth for wasting your damn time. You took a deep breath, trying to swallow it all down and compartmentalize it for another time, but the clearing of a throat and the flip of a light switch ruined that plan.

“What are you doing in Sharon’s office?” Steve questioned, stepping into the room and leaving the door somewhat ajar behind him. You froze at the sound of his voice, eyes blinking away the spots that danced over them at the sudden brightness that filled the room. Vision cleared you, narrowed your eyes in suspicion and glanced at the nameplate on the desk. You cursed under your breath, rolling your eyes and turning to make an attempt to leave only to find Steve’s large frame standing directly behind you.

You sucked in a breath, not expecting to see him standing so close. It was easy to forget how quiet he could be, how stealthy, and it sent an annoyingly excited thrill through you before you buried it down and attempted to push past him. Steve moved in time with you, effectively blocking you again and this time he took a step forward to back you into Sharon’s desk. You glared up at him, doing your best to intimidate a well over six foot tall super soldier. He only smirked down at you, shaking his head with a heavy sigh before he was reaching out to grab you by the jaw.

“Don’t.” You slapped his hand away, and crossed your arms over your chest with a scowl. “You’ve been ignoring me this whole time, you don’t get to just corner me and have your way because you want to get your dick wet.” You snapped, ignoring the hard stare that Steve was levelling at you. “Besides, isn't that what you have Sharon for now that she’s back and hanging off of you like dead weight?”

You didn’t miss the way Steve rolled his eyes at that, his large hands dropping to his narrow hips as he stared you down. “Is that so? Anything else?”

Something about his response didn’t sit right with you, there was a slight edge of amusement to it and you personally didn’t find shit funny about this whole mess. “Yeah, actually. I’m done. Whatever game you were playing while you were wasting my time, it’s over. You got your snow queen back, and you clearly have no issue with flaunting and showing her off in front of everyone, so I’m done. It’s about to be a new fucking year, and honestly I deserve better than secret hookups, and pretending that there’s nothing going on between us when other people are around.” You took a deep breath, waiting for him to say something or to laugh in your face or to tell you that he never promised you anything. Instead he just sighed, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth slowly as he considered you.

“You’re jealous of Sharon.” He stated simply and you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief at him jumping to that conclusion after everything you’d just said.

“No I’m not jealous of her, I’m annoyed by her. I’m angry because the second she showed up you started treating me like I was just some basic bitch that you haven’t had in your damn bed.” Your glare grew more heated as you looked up at him. “Fuck! I should have known this was just games to you, well I’m not with that so I’m done, Steven.” You snapped, and before you knew what you were doing you were reaching up to roughly poke him in the center of his forehead.

Everything happened fast then, the second he registered the act Steve snatched your wrist into his tight grip, and you swore you heard him growl down at you. In an instant you found yourself roughly deposited on Sharon’s desk with a glaring Steve pressed between your thighs and his other hand around your throat. “That’s enough.” His voice was lower, a whisper almost but it still caused a chill to crawl up your spine. You squirmed, pulling at your wrist in his grasp only for him to yank you to the edge of the desk and pull you closer. You clenched around nothing, arousal already starting to cause you to grow slick as you waited with bated breath for what he’d do next. You knew you’d crossed a line with that damn poke to his forehead, and you weren’t sure if you regretted it yet.

“Apologize.” He ordered, and you chewed at your bottom lip and cast your gaze down to focus on his chest.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” You muttered, blowing out a slow breath a second later. Steve let silence linger between the two of you for a moment as he contemplated the situation, what you’d said and how you’d acted. He could see where you’d drawn your conclusions and how he’d played his part, but that didn’t mean he was going to let you get away with the disrespect you’d just shown him.

“No, you shouldn’t have.” There was a pause, and then you felt the gentle pressure of his fingers under your chin. “And I don’t want Sharon, she’s my ex for a reason.” He assured you, taking a moment to gauge your reaction.

“Then why was she practically in your lap tonight?” You couldn’t help but push back, and Steve couldn’t help the way his cock twitched at your lingering stubbornness. He was going to enjoy fucking the brat out of you all over again.

He took a deep breath, fixing you with a look that made you press your lips together tightly, and squeeze your thighs around him in an instinctive urge to clench them together. “This is what’s going to happen. I’m going to fuck this little attitude out of you, remind you who the fuck that pussy belongs to, and then since you’re so fucking concerned about who’s in it we’re going to go out there and you’re going to spend the rest of the party sitting pretty on my lap for everyone to see.” His hand gripping your wrist released it and travelled between your thighs, the cute panties you were wearing were ruined and soaked through with your slick arousal. You hissed when you felt a calloused finger dragging against your clothed slit. “How’s that sound?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice in the moment. Steve tsked, pinching your chin between his fingers. “My cock isn’t in you yet, pretty. Don’t get dumb on me yet, use your words.”

“Okay.” You rushed out, feeling breathless. Steve gripped your chin tighter, and raised an eyebrow and you knew to correct yourself immediately. “Okay, sir.”

“That’s better, I’m still taking that little stunt out of your ass though.” It was the only warning he gave you, his hands leaving you to quickly undo his belt and pants enough to pull his cock free. In a swift movement he pulled your panties to the side and roughly pushed into you with a groan as your walls gripped and squeezed around him.

You gripped against his strong arms, nails pressing hard into the fabric and digging into him. “Fuck…fuuuuuck.” You hissed through clenched teeth, two weeks had you missing the feeling of him stretching you out around him, and it was clear that Steve missed the feeling as well from the way he took a moment to just savor the feeling. His hand moved to wrap his hand around the sleek ponytail that you’ve fixed your hair into, with a sharp tug he jerked your head back to give him the perfect angle to steal a messy kiss from your lips. He swallowed your moans and cries of pleasure, groaning into your mouth as he began to sink deeper inside your fluttering walls.

Clinging to him when you felt him fully seated inside of you, you took a moment to catch your breath. When you rocked against him, eager to feel him move, his free hand was quick to grab you by the hip and force you to be still, slowly he withdrew to the tip with a smirk on his lips. Your whine of protest was soon turned into a strangled cry when you felt him suddenly slamming into you with a growl. The pace he set was rough and unrelenting, each thrust punishing and sinking deep and drawing a loud cry from your lips. You were grateful for the loud music playing for the party, otherwise you were sure that everyone would have heard the way Steve was pulling screams and choked sounds of pleasure with every snap of his hips.

“I would have loved to take my time with my sweet little pussy, but you had to go and be a brat.” He ground out between his teeth, pounding into you with hard thrust after hard thrust until you were trembling and clinging to him. “You’re fucking lucky I don’t mind reminding you that I know how to handle your ass.” He angled his hips purposefully, slamming into you again and this time hitting that sweet spot that had you seeing stars as a sudden orgasm gushed out of you and soaked Sharon’s desk. Your shrill cry was loud, battling with the music of the party that was still going on just a ways away. Thoughts of being heard were pushed to the back of your mind, but little did you know that you had been heard.

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Bucky swore he wasn’t trying to listen to the two of you, in fact he wasn’t even sure what he was hearing at first and by then it was too late. He could hear the two of you clear over the music, and it had him discreetly adjusting himself in his jeans before he casually folded his arm over his lap to hide the obvious bulge. “Jesus fucking Christ you two.” He muttered to himself taking a long sip from his bottle of beer when he found himself suddenly parched.

“Hey, James have you seen Steve?” Sharon’s voice snapped him out of the trance that the sound of you and Steve had nearly lulled him into. Bucky, just cleared his throat, shrugging a shoulder as if he didn’t know exactly where Steve was at the moment.

“I think he might have said something about checking your office for something he thought he left behind earlier.” He answered, keeping it vague enough that she didn’t expect anything as she thanked him and turned to go make her way to her office. Bucky hid his smirk behind another sip of beer, chuckling to himself.

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You were oblivious to anything other than the feeling of Steve’s cock railing into you, and if you were more aware you might have noticed the slightly ajar door behind Steve. All you were aware of was the sound of skin against skin, and the wet squelch of your cunt around Steve. You mumbled out apologies not sure if they were for acting out, not saying something sooner, or just because you were a brat. All you knew was that he felt so good, and it had been too long since he’d had you full of his cock and you didn’t want him to stop.

Steve on the other hand was aware of everything, the party still going on, the feeling of you squeezing his cock like a vise, the sound of Sharon’s heels clicking down the hallway as she approached the office. The blond smirked, hooking your thighs over his forearms and lifting you with ease. You cursed, arms circling around his neck to hold on as he kept you held in midair. His hips snapped, cock thrusting into you faster and you could only bury your face into the crook of his neck to muffle the noises that were loudly spilling past your lips.

You didn’t realize that the two of you had an audience until you heard the shocked gasp from Sharon. Your head snapped up, eyes landing on her standing there like a deer in headlights. Clearly this was not the scene she expected to walk in on, and you didn’t care one bit about it. You smirked, lips pressing a kiss before your teeth nipped at a spot on Steve’s neck that had him throwing his head back with a curse. “Cum in me, please sir. Fill your tight little pussy up.” You begged, moaning loudly when he answered your pleading with frantic thrusts that told you he was approaching his end.

“That what you need, need your Captain’s cum dripping out of you like a good little slut?” He changed his grip on you, one arm going around your waist to keep you right where he wanted you, and the other hand moving to squeeze around your throat as you nodded.

“Your good slut.” You choked out, eyes rolling back at how deeply he was hitting with each thrust. Steve hummed his approval at your strained words, squeezing his hand around your throat tighter and relishing the way that your cunt clenched and pulsed harder around him when he did. He cursed, still chasing his high each thrust pushing you closer to another release until you were tipping over the edge again and dragging him with you.

Steve came with a loud groan, the feeling of his spend spilling deep inside you making you shudder in satisfaction. He held you, letting you pant against his chest and didn’t let you down until he could feel your heartbeat beginning to settle. When you looked around you saw that you two were once again alone. Sharon had long since left, a look of frustration and disappointment on her face after the two of you in the middle of an intense fuck.

“Better?” Steve questioned, taking his time to sort out your appearance before he worried about doing his pants up and tucking his shirt back in. You nodded, no longer feeling so wound up or angry now that you’d gotten what you needed. “Good, now behave for the next hour and then we’ll leave. Let’s go.” He didn’t give you a chance to protest, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and hauling you into his side to support your wobbly steps as he led you two back to the party.

You could feel a few eyes on the two of you, and you knew your friends were likely whispering amongst themselves about how you’d been denying there was anything going on between you and Steve. As for Sharon she was nowhere to be seen, and that had a small smile playing on your lips before you realized that Steve was leading you towards an empty spot on a sofa near where Bucky was sitting. His words from earlier replayed in your head, and when he sat down and gave you a look full of expectation you knew he’d been serious about you spending the rest of the time at this party in his lap. You carefully lowered yourself, unable to look away from Steve who muttered a soft “good girl” against your temple before settling back and starting a conversation with Bucky and Sam as if he hadn’t just confirmed to everyone in attendance that the two of you were an item.

An hour ticked by, marked by the sound of a countdown, fireworks, and a possessive New Year’s kiss from Steve.

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It Will Come Back

Dark!Steve Rogers x Black Female Reader

Summary: Unhinged and angry, Nomad Steve puts you in your place. 

Warnings: 18+, this fic has very dark themes, mentions of violence, manipulation, choking, face slapping, degradation kink, rough sex, spitplay 

Word Count: 6k

Note: This is for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor ‘s A Thousand Words challenge! My prompt was the word bratty.

To Roo: I adore all your work, thank you for inspiring me to explore this genre!

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Steve wanted to break you. It hadn’t been that way at first, but now it was all he ever thought about. 

He was a fugitive, cast out and made a criminal by someone he thought to be a friend. Headlines and news stories ran constantly, calling for the immediate arrest of America’s prized soldier and a handsome reward from Stark Industries for his capture.

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