#a crying steve rogers breaks my poor heart

[literaryavenger]

Back To You - Steve Rogers

Summary: You've always been there for Steve, and now you're watching him go back to the girl he always wanted.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Angst. Maybe language. Fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: This was supposed to be a Reader x Steve story, but I was too tempted to make reader end up with Bucky. So I decided to make two separate endings, the original with Steve and an alternate one where she ends with Bucky, if only for @ordelixx who gave me the idea. I'd also like to thank @mrsbuckybarnes1917 for the idea and for helping me write about other characters.

Masterlist

You know what’s about to happen. You know he’s gonna leave, you know he’s not gonna come back, you know you’ll never see him again.

You know he’s gonna try to have the life he always wanted with the girl he always wanted. The girl he loves.

And that girl is not you.

You watch him as he says goodbye to Bucky, you know he knows as well as you do that his best friend isn’t coming back.

Then Steve turns to you and you try your best to smile.

“I wish I had met you earlier.” he whispers as he kisses you on the forehead and you know in that instant this is really goodbye.

You smile and nod, not being able to get a word out, willing yourself not to cry.

He walks onto the platform and soon he’s gone.

You’ve been by Steve’s side ever since he came back from the ice. You were the agent assigned to watch over him, you were there when he woke up and had to run after him when he freaked out.

You were there during the battle of New York, during the fall of Shield in DC, during the whole Ultron incident and in Lagos.

You were on his side for the Accords, and you were by his side in London as he said goodbye to the love of his life. 

You were there with him and Sam in Romania to try and help Bucky, you were arrested with them and then helped fight the Winter Soldier, yet again.

You were on his side to fight against Tony and the rest of the Avengers, you got arrested again and were broken out of the Raft by him.

You spent two years on the run with him, and fought next to him in Wakanda.

You watched his dumb ass try to fight Thanos barehanded and you were quickly knocked down when you tried to help him.

You snapped like half the universe and apparently lost 5 years of your life. You came back, thanks to him, and fought against Thanos one last time.

And now you're watching him leave.

You were there to help him get accustomed to the 21st century, you were there for him on sleepless nights.

You were there for him as he cried for his lost friends, his lost love and his lost life. He always came to you when he needed to talk, to be held, help sleeping and even advise.

And you were always there for him, falling in love little by little against your better judgement.

You’re brought back to the present as you hear Sam freaking out on Bruce because Steve missed his mark and didn’t come back.

You look at Bucky and you both know what this means. He gives you a sympathetic smile and you try to give a smile back but fail.

You look away from him and take a deep breath. You turn around and start walking away.

You’re done here, and about to break down. Something you never allowed yourself to do in front of anybody, with the exception of Steve.

And now he’s gone.

You get in your car and quickly drive away, not looking back. You drive straight to Steve’s apartment.

You’ve been staying there since you came back while the compound gets fixed since your old apartment has been someone else’s home for the past 5 years.

Five years. That’s how long you’ve been gone. That’s how much of life you’ve missed. 

And now you’re left to pick up the pieces of your life by yourself, along with your broken heart.

If you were completely honest with yourself you always knew it wouldn’t have worked with Steve. You’ve never thought you were remotely good enough for him, and that was before even comparing yourself to Peggy. 

There was no doubt in your mind that she was Steve’s soulmate, and you’ve talked about her enough times to know he thought the same.

- Original Ending   -

You’re taken out of your thoughts by a knock on your door. You frown and cautiously walk to it, picking up your gun from its hiding place under the coffee table.

It’s probably nothing but better safe than sorry, right?

You take a peek from the peephole and frown even more when you see that whoever’s on the other side of the door covered it.

You ready your gun and take a deep breath, your hand on the doorknob. You open and lose no time pointing right in front of you, but you almost drop your gun along with your jaw when you see who’s standing there.

You almost feel like you’re dreaming so you pinch yourself, which makes him laugh and when that sound hits your ears you know you’re not hallucinating either.

Steve Rogers, the same face you’ve always known, standing right in front of you.

For a moment neither of you say anything, then he decides that maybe you’re too in shock to talk so he breaks the silence. 

“I’ve never knocked on my own door before. That was a wild ride.” He laughs again and at the sound you can’t help but let the tears you’ve been trying so hard to keep in fall.

The moment he sees the first tear Steve’s face falls and then he’s wrapping his arms around you, your face buried in his chest.

You slowly bring your own arms to wrap around his waist, almost worried that if you make any sudden moves he’s gonna disappear.

Once your arms are around him too, you realize it’s all real and he’s actually there and you let yourself go, crying your eyes out and clinging to him.

Suddenly, he picks you up and you hang onto him for dear life as he carries you back inside the apartment, closing the front door and then goes to sit on the couch with a still crying you on his lap.

He does nothing more than run his hand through your hair, rubbing your back with the other and letting you get it all out.

After a few minutes you start to calm down and finally get your voice back. “I thought you were gone forever.”

Of all the reactions he could’ve had, he surprises you with the only one you don't expect by chuckling. “You never were very patient, were you, sweetheart?”

You look up at him and frown, sniffling and softly say “What do you mean? You were gone… Bruce said you missed your mark.”

He nods and wipes away the rest of your tears while he talks. “I did. I put the wrong time by mistake. You know me and technology.”

“But… You and Peggy…” your frown is still in place, just not being able to believe that he came back.

Did you read the signs wrong? Was he always planning on coming back? Almost like he can read your mind, he starts giving you some answers, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Once I was done returning the stones, I knew I had a chance to go back to the 40s and I was gonna take it. I thought I wanted to take it. But I couldn’t.”

“Why not?” You ask in a whisper.

“Because of you, doll.” He says without missing a beat with a sweet smile. “All I could think about was you. Your smile, your laugh, your strength. The way you tried so hard to be happy for me even though you thought I was leaving forever. The mere thought of not seeing you, not talking to you, not having you by my side, it killed me.”

You’re almost crying again, but you make yourself talk, needing clarification, your voice still quiet. “What are you saying, Steve?”

“I’m saying, there is no me and Peggy. It’s me and you. It’s been me and you from day one.” He takes your face in his hands and leans in more, your faces only inches apart. “And I’m an idiot for taking this long to figure it out. I’m sorry, sweetheart. Can you forgive me?”

You swallow down the tears threatening to fall again and waste no time before nodding, maybe a little too eagerly but you don’t really care, and he doesn’t seem to mind either judging by his smile.

“I forgive you, Steve.” The words are barely out of your mouth before Steve is leaning in the rest of the way and kissing you.

You kiss back without thinking twice about it and after a few seconds you pull back, big goofy smiles on both your faces.

You spent the rest of the afternoon like this, cuddling and talking and just enjoying each other’s company.

You didn’t do much, it wasn’t much different from the endless number of days you spent together, but you couldn’t help but feel like this was the best day of your life.

And even if you didn’t know it, Steve was thinking the exact same thing.

After all, what is better than spending the day cuddling with the girl he always needed? The girl he loves.

And that girl is you.

- Alternative Ending    - 

You’re taken out of your thoughts by a knock on your door. You frown and cautiously walk to it, picking up your gun from its hiding place under the coffee table.

It’s probably nothing but better safe than sorry, right?

You take a peek from the peephole and immediately roll your eyes, lowering your gun while opening the door.

“I guess you weren’t expecting company.” Bucky says, more amused than anything when he sees the gun in your hand.

You make no attempt to try and hide your annoyance as you roll your eyes again. “What are you doing here, Barnes?”

It’s not that you don’t like Bucky, you just don’t know him all that well if not only thanks to the stories Steve shared of him in the 40s.

“I thought I’d make sure you were okay. You ran out of there pretty fast.”

“Yeah, well, he’s gone. It’s a done deal, don’t see why I had to stick around.” You say crossing your arms defensively. 

Bucky doesn’t seem to mind your response as he simply leans on the doorway and keeps talking. “He was disappointed not to see you.”

You frown, beyond confused by a single and simple sentence. Bucky smiles and elaborates. “He lived a life. And he’s old now, but still alive.”

“Oh.” is all you can say. Steve old? You can’t even imagine it.

“He gave the shield to Sam.” Bucky continues, just making conversation.

“Really? I would’ve thought he’d give it to you if he had to choose.” Bucky frowns a little and tilts his head, seeming genuinely confused.

“Why would he give it to me?”

You shrug. “I don’t know, you were his best friend, you’re a supersoldier. I guess I just assumed.”

“None of that matters, Sam is a good man. He deserves it.” He argues, then quickly adds. “Don’t tell him I said that.”

You grin and nod, then say. “For what it’s worth you’re a good man too, Bucky. Steve thought the world of you, trust me. He never stopped thinking highly of you.”

That was nothing more than a simple reassurance for you, but for Bucky it was so much more than that.

He knew you were talking about his time as the Winter Soldier. You were telling him that, even knowing about all that, Steve never let that influence his opinion of his former best friend. He still knew who Bucky was, deep down.

Bucky never heard words like that coming from anyone that’s not Steve, and you said it so casually, like you really believe it and to you it’s no big deal to just say it.

But for him, it was everything.

You didn’t know it then, but that was the moment Bucky started falling for you.

“Why are you checking up on me, Bucky? Really?” You say after a moment, breaking the silence that fell between you.

“Steve made me promise to take care of you before he left.” He said simply.

Bucky didn’t know it then, but that was the moment your heart broke completely.

You managed to keep yourself from breaking right then and there, but Bucky could see that something was wrong.

He didn’t push it though, making conversation a little more before saying goodbye with the promise that he’d be back the next day.

And that’s what he did.

In fact, he came back everyday, no matter what, to check on you.

It started out as quick visits where he wouldn’t even enter the door, then you started inviting him in for coffee because you felt bad he came to Steve’s apartment everyday, always refusing to let you meet him somewhere else. 

After a while you started inviting him for meals, to watch a movie or just to hang out.

You almost didn’t know how, but at one point you started to really look forward to Bucky’s visits everyday, getting excited every time he knocked on the door.

It was the best part of your day, really.

You knew Bucky felt the same, it was like you both knew what was slowly happening between you and you had a silent understanding not to discuss it.

You also never discussed your feelings for Steve, but you felt like Bucky somehow knew nonetheless. 

But the more time you spent with Bucky the more those feelings seemed to fade.

You still loved Steve, still missed him, you could feel yourself letting go of him with every time you spent time with Bucky, every time he made you laugh, every time your hands would accidentally touch.

You could feel yourself falling in love with Bucky and, this time, it felt right. This time you didn’t even try to stop it. 

And it seemed like Bucky felt the same way.

Time after time he became more bold with his flirting, with physical touch, until eventually he was shamelessly hitting on you and cuddling you every time he could.

And, when you made no attempt whatsoever to stop him, it was the only signal he needed to keep going.

One day, after about a year of his daily visits, he couldn’t hold back anymore and kissed you, overjoyed when you kissed him back. He asked you out right after and you didn’t hesitate to say yes.

It was the best first date of your life, but to be fair you’d been hanging out and basically dating for almost a year, so it felt simple. Effortless and uncomplicated. 

It was everything both of you needed. Your feelings for Steve were almost gone now, which is why you couldn’t even begin to explain what happened yesterday.

You were out with Bucky, hand in hand as you walked around the park, just enjoying the sunshine, when you could swear you saw Steve, not old Steve but your Steve, just standing there, looking at you and Bucky.

It was for a second, you merely glanced in his direction and by the time you turned back he was gone. 

Bucky didn’t notice anything, if not only the way you tensed and stopped in your tracks.

You thought about telling him what you thought you saw, but even you knew how crazy you would’ve sounded. So you said nothing and shrugged it off.

Because it was nothing.

Right? 

[callmissrogers]

There For His Girl | Steve Rogers x Reader One Short

Summary: Y/n has reached her limit. Work has been difficult. People have been short, and some just mean. It all brings her back to her childhood, and right now, she just wants to pretend to be ok. So determined to pretend she tries to push her concerned husband away.

WARNINGS ⚠️ This contains mentions of a toxic relationship with the reader's mother and quotes some of their arguments. If this is a trigger for you, please DO NOT proceed. It also contains angst, fluff, and comfort. Also, very little editing and wrote on my phone.

Steve Rogers x wife reader

Word count: 1,370

Notes: The next part in the That's My Girl series will be going up today or tomorrow. I was feeling the need for some comfort myself, so this is what I wrote. Hope you like it!

Y/n slammed the door, tears streaming down her face she pressed her back into the wall and slid down until she was a small ball on the floor.

"Why do I do this?" She sobbed hating herself.

Y/n had had a rough few days. It seemed like no matter what she did or said, people were short with her. Everything was going wrong, and after one mistake, which led to a snarky backhanded compliment from Tony Stark himself, well, Y/n was done. Usually, it didn't get to her like this anymore, but her emotions frayed to a breaking point.

Her dad always told her she wore her heart on her sleeve but she just thought her mom was right and that instead of enduring this made her a nuisance.

Why should she be so bothered when people utter unkind things to her?

Why can't she pull herself together?

"You're always start crying! Stop trying to make me feel bad"

"You're stabbing me in the back by trying to do something different"

"Don't you know I need you here? Stop thinking about yourself and making everything harder on me"

This and many other instances where y/n would be belittled, ridiculed, screamed at, lectured for two hours at 1 in the morning, and reduced to making herself as small and as unseen as possible while being a sobbing mess, had made her what she is today.

Too sensitive. At least that's what she told herself at times like this.

And why couldn't she just talk about it like a normal person instead of blowing something trivial out of proportion?

Literally five minutes ago....

Steve had come home the night before. Poor guy had been so tired that he fell asleep in uniform on the couch.

Y/n had been carefully tiptoeing around the kitchen so as not to accidentally wake him up. Intending to surprise him before heading to work.

She was supposed to be going over mission plans with Vision today. This was the kind of work that excited her. None of the agents would bother them while they were working, which meant that she could just disappear for the day.

She platted up breakfast and carried it over to set it on the coffee table in front of the sleep soilder.

Tho he didn't actually wake up until she set down his mug of coffee.

Eyes fluttering open he peered up at her groggyily. "Hi" He mumbled, pushing himself upright. "Hey sleepy head." Y/n said, trying to make her voice sound chipper.

Steve sighed contentedly as he stretched out his muscles before standing up.

"Mind if I go change clothes before I enjoy this masterpiece?" He asked. Y/n turned to face him, attempting to smooth down his wild bedhead and then said, "Go ahead"

He was back a matter of moments, settling down next to her and drinking deeply from his coffee.

"Thank you for this," He sighed leaning over and gently kissing her on the cheek. Y/n just nodded, trying to keep her mind on a healthy track she focused on eating.

"Did you sleep well?" Steve asked. Taking another bite, she thought about lying and telling him that she had had the best night sleep.

"Sorta" She said trying to stiffle a yawn. "What does sorta mean?" Steve asked turning to look at her. "Nothing really. I'm good! Nothing some strong coffee won't fix."

Steve placed his hands on her shoulders, making her look at him. He studied the dark circles, the faint tint of bloodshot in her eyes, how she held herself and her fiddling hands.

"Hm," He said, his voice low in his chest.

Y/n knew exactly what he was doing, shaking his hands off her shoulders and standing up she said, "I should probably get ready for work."

Steve stood up, grabbing her wrist and stopping her. "Y/n, you look exhausted." "I'm fine" "You're twirling your hair, which means you're not telling the truth." "Steve, c'mon I don't have time for this" "Y/n, it looks like you've been crying" She pulled his hand off her wrist and started to walk away from him, "I'm going to work." "Sweetheart, please just tell me what's - " "Steve! Please just listen to me and leave me alone!" She yelled, cutting him off. She ran off to the bedroom, and that's when the door slammed.

Steve stood there a moment, thinking about honoring her request and leaving her be. But his protective nature overtook him and he decided that the best thing to do would be to be there for his girl.

In the bedroom.

Y/n sat against the wall still crying into her hands, body trembling, thinking hateful thoughts about herself.

She heard Steve knock on the door, saying "Sweetheart, can I come in?"

When she didn't answer him, he slowly opened the door and stepped inside.

She could feel him kneeling down in front of her, "Sweetheart," He whispered, trying to tuck her hair behind her ear to which she only buried her face further.

The next thing that happened, was Steve scooping her up into his arms and settling down in the arm chair that sat in the room.

Somehow this just made her cry more.

"Oh honey, come on now. Take a deep breath. In through the nose and out through the mouth." He soothed.

After about ten minutes of this, her crying settled down, breath becoming rhythmic.

Once he was sure that she had calmed down enough to be able to communicate with him, he asked his voice low and rumbling through his chest, "Do you wanna talk about what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

She nodded against his shirt. "Everything" she gasped. "Everything?" He asked, pulling her back so he could look her in the face. Dabbing away the leftover tears.

"I'm too emotional. Everything the last few days just hurts. I let everything get under my skin... I just. . Lately, people and Stark are just mean, or maybe I'm just too sensitive.. and now I've yelled at you, too." She said, trying to get up.

"Now hold on a minute, " He cooed, keeping her in place.

"What did Tony say?" "Nothing. I messed up and he was being sarcastic, but I'm such a mess that it hurt" she said her voice breaking. "Alright. Listen to me. One, you are not too emotional. The world tells everyone to button up and be cynical. You, my dear, are a light in all that mess. You do care and that's a very good thing -- I don't want you to listen to anyone that would belittle that, ok?" He asked getting a slow, uncertain nod in response. "Ok. Secondly, people can be mean, especially Stark. People also have power trips and want to pull people down to make themselves feel stronger or better. This means there's one thing you can always be certain of: Do you know what that is?" "What?" "They're wrong. Anyone who would belittle you to make a point or to win an argument or for any other reason, is just a bully." "But what if-" "ah. No what ifs. Thirdly, and this one is the one that's most important of the three." "Then why'd it come last?" She asked clearly beginning to feel a little bit better if she could tease him now. Steve simply rolled his eyes and continued,

"I want you to remember that when you're upset, you can always talk to me. No matter how silly it might make you feel, your feelings are safe with me." "Steve I just yelled at you for no rea-" "No. You had a reason. You were upset. I can see that and you know what that means? It means I can take it too. When I put this ring on your finger," He said taking her hand in his and running a finger across her knuckles. "I signed up for this. I'd rather have you get emotional than bottle things up and hide them from me."

Y/n looked down at their still intertwined hands and then back up at him. Nodding again and breathed out an "ok"

"Ok." Steve replied, giving her his usual comforting smile and kissing her forehead.

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 24 – MULTIVERSE

Birthday Wishes by Neverever

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 3,305 Tags: Birthday Presents, Established Relationship, True Love

Summary: The multiverse council of Tonies think that they know what to get their Steves for their birthdays. But maybe they should have talked to their Steves first.

Reasons why I love it: The idea of a council of Tonies is so fucking funny, oh my god. I love how they all somehow completely miss the obvious answer as to what Steve wants, and how sneaky they are about finding out. Plus, the birthday date at the end is super cute. I love this one, and I hope you give it a shot!

Awake, Dreaming by azuredragonsleeps

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 3,796 Tags: Fix-It, Character Death in Dreams, Canon Divergence

Summary: The thing is, Tony’s got one of the best minds of the century, and he knows it doesn’t make any sense for him to have been having weirdly vivid dreams wherein Captain America dies, when he hadn’t even known what Captain America looked like. He must, he tells himself, have watched an old propaganda film, or seen a photo his dad had, and his subconscious must have latched on. Or: Tony Stark has been dreaming about Steve Rogers all his life. It changes things.

Reasons why I love it: Oh, Tony, you sweet summer child, it DOES make a difference whether or not you and Steve are together in any given universe. I love the concept of this fic, it feels very natural that Tony's dreams lead him to do what he does. And I enjoyed the explanation at the end. This fic is wonderful, and you should definitely read it!

make it right (the too short a time remix) by hollyandvice (hiasobi_writes)

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,336 Tags: Reunions, Post-Endgame, MCU and 616

Summary: Steve traces his fingers over the monument. It's a startling likeness, and something in him yearns for the one back home. Tony's. The last piece of him Steve has. Not this one of— "Steve?" -- After Tony gives up everything to save the universe, Steve tries to make things right. It doesn't go the way he expected it to, but he does what he can to fix things.

Reasons why I love it: Yeees, the fix-it we all deserve! The ending is so sweet, and I love that Steve takes it upon himself to fix both of their worlds at once, even though he doesn't have to. It's good stuff, and I hope you go and read it for yourself!

Someone, Somewhere by ZombieliciousXIII

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 5,544 Tags: Marvel 1872, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Avengers Family

Summary: “Tony?” Fuck, this was bad, he shouldn’t have spoken— he sees the man freeze, shit; but how could Steve just do nothing with Tony right there crying? How could he not splinter the wood beneath his fingers as he gripped the doorframe with the need to hold his— “St...Steve?” There is somewhere between speaking and his internal panic that Tony - was it Tony? - had stood and turned to face him. “Is it really you?” Or: Steve Rogers accidentally gets sent to 'verse!Earth-51920 and finds Blacksmith!Tony Stark after the events in the town square with Fisk and his gang and helps him grieve.

Reasons why I love it: If you haven't read the 1872 comics, don't worry, this fic will still make sense. But also, if you haven't read them, go and read those issues, because they're so fucking good. And this fic is a perfect representation of why. It's so raw and sad, and Tony especially breaks my heart in that verse. Definitely read this one, it's wonderful!

A Superior Variant by shinysylver

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 1,375 Tags: Superior Ironman, Manipulation, First Kiss

Summary: The Tony that Steve encounters in the TVA isn't the Tony he knew. This Tony is Superior.

Reasons why I love it: Ooooh, this fic is so ominous, I love it! Poor Steve, you better run before you get in too deep! Tony's inner monologue is so creepy, it's perfect for Superior Ironman. And I love the dark implications of him appearing in a post-Endgame MCU, it's genuinely chilling. This fic is fantastic, and you should definitely read it!

[anika-ann]

Okay, okay, but hear me out🤭🤭

Tony sets this up for him, which has Steve mortified. He's even too embarrassed to tell his girl, aka you.

You learn anyway, before it happens - and you are just as much of little shit as he is and you've got friends in convenient places. You spring into action.

Filth and crack-ish fun ahead, people, that is why it's under cut. Also, there's like zero editing to that 700-word thing.

The day of the interview/shooting, you just kiss goodbye in the morning, pretending you do not know Steve is going to do this kind of a public appearance, because he hasn't specified, too ashamed.

Then, you sit to the live feed, virtual or literal bowl of popcorn in hand.

Your boy looks as gorgeous as always, and despite the fact you know he can spew quite the filth in the bedroom or bathroom or kitchen, or the closet at the party, he's allready blushing.

And then he starts.

"He's so pretty I want to cry. Oh that is actually sweet. Please don't cry though."

"His..." he clears his throat, "his ass just won't end-- uhm, thanks." More blush to his cheeks. You grin.

"The thighs on that man, I swear, I want... I want a ride. There are taxis...?"

You can't but chuckle. You knew this was him putting on a persona. He knew all too well what the author of that tweet meant.

"His shirts are so tight I want to kiss his stylist. And then his... chest."

You almost aww. You liked taht one. You also know 100% that the word chest was not what was written there. 103%.

"...wait what do you mean now the spicy ones are coming in? Wasn't--- right. Alright. I'm doing this for the charity, just so you know-"

"Title of your sex tape," you mutter under your breath, wiggling in your seat in anticipation, maybe a little too amused.

But you simply can't help yourself, all giddy.

"Okay. So... he's as american as an apple pie but I'd like... a different kind of pie from him?"

You burst out laughing at his genuine confusion, taking a note of teaching him about this one.

"His face is so pretty. Those eyebrows of justice, lips of freedom,... thank you? I think. Uhm, and don't get me started on that nose. I want it to bump my--- as I-- and soa--- I'm not-- I'm not reading the rest of that tweet! I--- people actually put this out on the internet??" he sputters, horrified, the second prettiest blush you have ever seen on him adorning his face (the most beautiful one was when you were making love).

Your poor boyfriend has practically jumped from his seat, eyes all wide. He's fiddling with his microphone, refusing to continue, his dextrous fingers all fumbling.

He's a picture. He's perfect.

And you died. Of laughter.

You ascended to another plane of existence. But the best part was yet to come. You know it.

You know it, just as you know what the rest of the so-called tweet read - because you wrote it. You wrote all those fake tweets and called your friend, one of the producers, setting Steve up.

"Actually, they don't" sounds from behind the camera, causing Steve to stop toying with the mike, casting a confused gaze towards the person.

"I don't... understand?"

"They're fake. We'll tell you who wrote them off camera. Sorry to blindside you, Captain Rogers."

Steve is dumbfounded.

Except he isn't.

He looks directly to the camera and he might as well be staring into your soul. He knows.

He knows it was you and the ripple of excitement and fresh burst of laughter nearly tears you apart.

There's a comemrcial break lasting a whole minute.

While you giggle to yourself, you feel your phone vibrate in your lap.

Oh doll, just you wait until I get home. You'll get all those rides and bumps you wrote about. And you will beg for me to let you soak just about anything. Better eat up, you'll need the calories.

Gulping, you read an then reread the message, heart hamerring in your chest, coil in your belly already forming at the filthy promises - and you nearly jump when Steve's voice sounds from the screen again.

He's picture perfect; the blush barely there, million dollar smile of a golden boy, speaking in conciliatory manner about how he is not mad and he's happy to do it.

For the charity, of course.

He's innocence incarnate, his blush intensifying as he reads the real tweets.

The show runners weren't the only ones who could blindside someone. And you're not the only one who can be a little shit.

You squirm in your seat as something hungry flickers in Steve's eye at a particular tweet, just for you; and you know, he added it to his mental list of ways he will ruin you tonight, much to your mutual pleasure.

You should prepare snacks.

You feel like you really will be needing those calories.

I--- my hand slipped and fell on my keyboard? Repeatedly? 🥹🥹

I hope you ahd fun, I definitely did 😂

I'll tag some folks later maybe 🤭

someone stop him

[skywaelker]

We lost. All of us. We lost friends, we lost family, we lost part of ourselves.

[babyjakes]

forever and a day | 27. when she loves someone.

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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)

warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). action and fight scenes with violence and killing. injuries/mild gore. mature themes related to and semi-graphic depictions of child abuse/neglect, past CSA and CSM, and their aftermath (emaciation, wounds, scarring, etc). medical abuse and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.trauma-informed therapeutic treatment of ECT. somewhat evil!Tony Stark (eventually).

[Steve]

There are several gasps around the room as the rest of the team follows my gaze down to the faint blue glow clearly radiating off of Willa’s skin. Rolling backwards a short distance from the table, I take a deep breath, trying to figure out what the best course of action would be. Bruce and Tony rise to their feet; as soon as the scientist is up, Nat quickly follows, grabbing his arm to hold him back. With everything we just discussed prior to the kids arriving, the tension in the room has only amplified.

“Okay, okay sweetheart,” I begin to hum steadily, gently wrapping my arms around the shaking girl in hopes of calming her some. “It’s okay. You don’t have to hide, Willa. You’re safe.”

“Jarvis, status on 24?” Tony blurts out.

“The project is fully loaded in your laboratory, sir,” the robot responds. My eyes shoot up at Tony, glaring at him. Every other face in the room but Peter’s does the same.

“Shut it down,” I command, the tone of my voice causing Willa to flinch under my shirt. My hand finds her back through the fabric and rubs soothingly along it; I don’t want to scare her. But Tony needs to be put in his place. Against my bare skin, I can feel that Willa is unusually warm. “Bruce,” I turn to the doctor, “should we take her upstairs? Should we take her to medical? What do we do?” I ask, trying not to panic.

“I don’t want to move her right away. Can we get the room cleared out?” he asks, turning to the others. Clint, Wanda, and Thor all leave without a sound. Tony stands his ground firmly, Nat keeping her hand firmly on his arm.

“Tony, we’re leaving,” she states lowly.

“No,” the bitter retorts, “you’re leaving. I’m taking the kid to my lab and figuring out why the hell she’s glowing blue.”

At the word ‘lab’, Willa shrivels up on my lap. “Please, n-no- sorry, sorry. Please, sorry. Please,” she starts to beg, causing Natasha to tighten her grip on the genius’s arm, sending him a death glare for scaring the poor thing even more.

“M-Mr. Stark?” Peter squeaks from behind him. Tony turns slightly to face the shaking boy, who now has tears running down his cheeks.

“Pete,” I breathe, my heart breaking for the teen as his head hangs low. “You’re alright, son. Why don’t you go upstairs and find Thor? He was talking about wanting to watch movies with you earlier.”

But Peter doesn’t listen. Instead, he peers up fearfully at his mentor, looking like a cornered puppy facing a beating. “P-please don’t put Willa in a lab. She’s so scared of that stuff, sir- please don’t. I-I don’t know what happened; I-I’m so sorry. She fell asleep on the couch while we were watching The Backyardigans… a-and then all of a sudden she was awake and crying and glowing like that. Please don’t put her in a lab. Please,” he pouts, but not even the tearful words from his favorite spiderling can change Tony’s mind.

“Peter, we can talk about this later,” the man says quietly. “No one’s mad at you,” he adds. “We just need to figure out what’s going on with her.”

“We can do that without turning her into your living experiment,” Nat hisses.

The little girl’s sobs are growing louder from under my shirt as Bruce sighs heavily, stating, “You need to get out, Tony. You’re scaring the life out of her. Steve has primary guardianship, so any decisions about her health come down to his discretion, anyway. You’re just picking a fight you can’t win,” the doctor reasons.

Tony pinches the bridge of his nose, grinding his teeth together in frustration. “Fine,” he eventually grunts. “But this discussion isn’t over. You can’t keep the secrets hidden in her body locked up forever.” At this, Nat begins to drag him out, and he reluctantly goes along with her.

Peter takes one last sad look at his friend hiding under my shirt, sniffling. “I-I’m so sorry,” he sniffles once again, making it apparent that he truly blames himself for everything that’s gone wrong with the situation.

“Don’t worry about it, kid,” Bruce tells him warmly. Peter nods sadly one more time before turning around and leaving, closing the door behind him.

With everyone gone but Bruce, the room now feels much larger; finally, there seems to be enough space and air to breathe. The doctor steps over in front of me and kneels down cautiously, visually examining the glow through the fabric.

“Willa,” I murmur softly, causing the girl to wince in fright. “You can come out now, doll. Everyone’s gone but Bruce.” This, however, does little to comfort the child, and for a moment I wish I would’ve asked Peter to stay, given how skillful he tends to be at calming his friend down.

“No lab, p-please. Y-you- you promised, please- you pr-promised,” Willa sobs, clinging onto my torso as tightly as she can.

“Hey- no lab, sweetheart. That’s right; I did promise. I promised you, didn’t I? No one’s taking you to a lab, Willa. You’re safe,” I try, but I know that Tony’s words have done a great deal of irreversible damage. Up until this point, a lab hasn’t been mentioned in front of Willa since her rescue from Seoul. She had hopefully grown to trust that she would never be put in a lab again. Unfortunately, this fear has been resurfaced due to Tony’s carelessness.

“Please, sorry, w-will do better… will do anything,” the small girl implores.

“You haven’t done anything wrong, darlin’,” I soothe, heartbroken that she thinks somehow any of this might be her fault. “Tony’s the one who’s out of line here, but the rest of us will protect you. I promised you no more labs the very first day we met. And I’m gonna keep that promise, okay?” The child doesn’t respond; instead, she just sniffles, seemingly unable to believe my words.

Reaching down gently, I grab on to the hem of my shirt, trying to lift it up to uncover the girl. In response, I earn a frightened sob as she continues to hide her face away against my skin. “It’s okay, Willa,” Bruce begins to speak softly. “Steve and I won’t let Tony put you in a lab. He can’t; if he tries to he’ll get in big trouble. We won’t let anything happen to you,” he assures her. Though at this point, I don’t know how much any of what we say means to her.

“Willa-bug, you’re glowing,” I whisper mildly. The small girl cowers slightly in my lap at my statement, nodding. “I didn’t know you could do that; I think it’s kind of cool,” I admit, trying to lighten the mood and let her know she’s not in trouble for anything. At this, Willa glances up at me, almost in disbelief. I smile gently down at her, my hand finding her cheek and rubbing softly. She flinches at first, but after a few moments, she slowly starts to ease into the touch. Her eyes trail over to Bruce, and he smiles warmly at her as well. Gradually, I feel her relax against me, and I sigh, relieved. I’ve learned that when frightened, Willa is hard to communicate with; she needs to be reassured and comforted, both verbally and physically, before anything productive can happen. Once she’s settled down, she’s much easier to work with.

“Hey, did you know Wanda glows, too?” Bruce whispers, covering his mouth comically as if he’s sharing a big secret. Willa nods slowly. “I don’t think any of us can do that but you two,” he tells her, “I wish I knew how to glow like that.” This seems to calm Willa even more, and she turns again slightly so that she can see the doctor better, her eyes finally drying. Carefully, I pull my shirt back down, covering my torso again. “Are you able to control your glow?”

Willa shakes her head, looking down at herself. The blue radiates a few inches beyond her skin, the color reminding me of a clear summer sky. Not too saturated or vibrant, it’s a very soft shade.

“Does it have to do with your healing powers?” I ask, wondering if she’s possibly shifted.

The child shakes her head again. “Don’t glow for that,” she informs, causing Bruce to nod thoughtfully.

“Has this ever happened before?” the doctor asks her.

Willa nods. “One time,” she admits.

“Only once?” Bruce asks. “Do you remember how long ago?”

The girl furrows her brow, taking a few moments to think before finally shaking her head. “That’s okay, doll,” I assure her. Living with Hydra her whole life, it doesn’t surprise me that she has a hard time conceptualizing her timeline.

“Do you know why it happens? Or what it does?” Bruce questions. At this, the little girl shrinks down slightly. Before I can say or do anything to stop it, she’s begun quivering again. Her bottom lip trembles as tears build back up in her eyes, immediately sending me into a state of concern.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay,” I hum, rubbing my thumb across her cheek again gently. She gazes up at me warily, a single tear trailing down from the corner of her eye. I wipe it away softly, murmuring, “You can tell us, sweetheart. You don’t have to be scared.”

“B-bad,” she whimpers. “B-beat Willa for it.”

“The bad guys beat you for it?” Bruce asks to clarify. She nods.

“We won’t hurt you, pumpkin. You’re safe here, remember? We keep you safe; we would never hurt you,” I tell her. “Whatever this power is, whatever the reason for it happening, you won’t be in trouble.” Willa takes in a shaky breath, turning and burying her face back into my t-shirt.

“They were s-so mad,” she sniffles, her words slightly muffled by the soft fabric. “H-happens when Willa loves someone.”

Her words take me completely by surprise. When she loves someone? To be honest, up until now I wasn’t quite sure how much she knew about the word love or its meaning, to begin with. I’ve never told her I love her, even though I do with all my heart. Because we haven’t crossed the threshold of her identifying me as her parent, I just figured telling her “I love you” should wait. The last thing I want to do is make her feel rushed or pressured. So when she says she’s glowing because she loves someone… I have so many questions about what that could mean.

“When you love someone?” I repeat softly. The shaking child cowers at my words, but nods.

“P-Peter,” she reveals. “Fell as'eep on his lap, w-watching Backy-yard'gans.” I feel my whole body softening at her words; Bruce is noticeably affected too, his entire demeanor shifting as a look of fondness crosses his face. “Th-then had a dream about Steve,” Willa continues. Her eyes once again rise up to meet mine, the green glittering with tears. “Love Steve, too.”

I don’t realize I’m crying until I see a teardrop fall and drip onto Willa’s nose. My arms wrap around her tightly as I hold her up in front of me, wanting to look her in the eyes as directly as I can. Fear lingers in her gaze, as if she’s afraid I’ll be upset for what she’s revealed to me. But she couldn’t be more wrong. I didn’t know it until now, but I’ve been waiting for her to say those words to me ever since I found her in that tiny little room all the way back in Korea. I’ve been waiting for someone to say those words to me my whole life. For someone to trust me like this. For someone to need me like this.

“Oh Willa,” I breathe, my voice cracking as I brush a few stray hairs out of her face. “My Willa-bug… I’ve loved you since the moment I met you, Willa. My sweet girl. My best girl.”

“Best girl,” she repeats, her arms flying open and wrapping around my neck as I pull her in close to me, holding onto her for dear life. I bury my nose into her soft brown hair as we embrace, breathing in her familiar apple scent and taking a second to close my eyes. More than anything, I just want to remember this moment always. Even when it’s hard, even when it seems like there’s nothing I could ever do to make things better for her, to heal her brokenness; I need to remember this moment. I need to remember the way she feels right now, like a morning after an endless night. Like a soft sun finally rising.

“Willa?” Bruce asks, breaking us out of our moment. I open my eyes as Willa turns slightly back to look at the doctor. “You said this happened one time when you were with Hydra?” The girl nods. “Who did you love?”

“A man. H-he was… h-he took care of Willa,” she tells him quietly. “Came in sometimes and helped when she was hurt. But then one day, he- he changed. Became so m-mean, so scary.”

“Do you remember what he was called?” I ask, brushing the child’s hair back from her face.

After a moment of thinking, she opens her mouth again and speaks. “One time, think he said his name was Bucky.”

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[gotnofucks]

Lover’s Quarrel

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: You have the powers to resurrect if you’ve been murdered, and a jealous Steve Rogers indulges heavily in your abilities. He would not let you steal his best friend, that was for sure. So what, if your rivalry regularly caused fire and harm to public property? You just couldn’t let the other win. 

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: Smut, enemies to lovers, violence, killings and murders (but reader cannot die, it’s weird. She has some sorta powers that help her revive when she’s been murdered), language, 18+ ONLY

A/N: Is this crack fic? Idk. Maybe?

The sixth time Steve killed you, you decided he needed to be dealt with in a similar way. It doesn’t matter that he cannot come back from the dead like you. He just needed to go. You were tired of him offing you every time he felt threatened by your existence. But this was the last straw. He had pushed you off the Quinjet while flying home from a mission and you’d fallen into the lake and drowned. You would NOT recommend dying that way.

Bucky had dragged out your dead body and watched over you as the blessing of the necromancer worked its magic over you and brought you back to the world of the living. The first words out of your mouth as you spewed out water were, “I am going to kill your best friend and you can’t be mad at me for that.”

Bucky, far too happy to have you back – poor guy still mourned every time you died – ignored your comment and pulled you into a hug. He’d never quiet gotten used to seeing you die. You patted his back, muttering a few there-there’s until he was calm enough to press quivering kisses on your head and temple.

“You need to stop dying.” He said into your hair, holding you close.

“I would not be dying if your best friend didn’t murder me every time! He is a menace, Buck!” You cried in exasperation. The said best friend was watching you from a few yards away, and he rolled his eyes as your words reached him. He scoffed loud enough for you to hear and you sharply turned your head to glare at him.

“You!” You shouted, quickly standing up and marching over to him. “You rascal!” And then you pried out your wet shoe from your feet and threw it at his stunned face. Unfortunately, it didn’t hit his face but smacked against his chest, leaving the wet print of your soles against his far too tight t-shirt. He gaped at you open mouthed before baring his teeth in warning.

“Oh god, every time you come alive again, you’re even more awful than before!” Steve shouted, and then just because he is fucking drama queen, he threw out his hands. You sneered before turning to look at Bucky meaningfully, the most obvious ‘see what a dick he is’ look on your face.

Bucky shuffled uneasily, caught between your quarrel once again. He came behind you and gave you his jacket to wear to shield you from the cold. And just like that, your anger melted a little. Somehow, with his steel blue eyes, Bucky Barnes could sooth every wound you’d ever had. Even those given to you by Steve Rogers.

“I am so sorry. I should have seen what he was about to do. I wouldn’t have ever let you fall had I known.” He apologized and you swore your heart physically quivered. You pulled Bucky into a hug, hiding your face in his chest, savoring his arms coming around you to hold you tighter. You could have stayed in his embrace forever, but it was an annoyed groan that ripped you both apart.

“Is there any way you can stay dead a little longer?” Steve asked, breaking your moment. “I mean, I’ve tired a bullet and knife and water and poison. What can I do that you’d be gone for just a little longer?”

He was worked up, a red flush creeping on his face and neck. Pacing, he was muttering, and you wondered for the millionth time how Bucky could be friends with him. He was just so extra! You wanted to tell him to shove a stick up his ass, along with the one already there when he turned swiftly like the wind and threw a dagger at you. A metal hand caught it before it could hit you and you were pulled into the warmth of Bucky’s body quickly.

“Steve! Cut it out.” Bucky yelled, glaring at Steve. “You will not kill her again. I don’t care if she can come back alive again. You won’t hurt her.”

With that, he dropped the dagger on the ground and walked away with you. Unable to resist, you looked over you shoulder and flipped Steve off. Fucker could kill you a hundred times and yet he would not be able to do anything. As far as you were concerned, Bucky was as much your best friend as his. And if Steve Rogers couldn’t control his jealousy without trying to behead you every time he felt you were stealing Bucky from him, you would just have to make his death look like an accident.

“I don’t think I need to tell you that you can’t kill him either?” Bucky said teasingly, his eyes soft and fond. “I need you both to survive.”

You groaned, bumping your shoulder in his and snuggling into him as a cold breeze hit your wet clothes. He could read you like an open book.

“You are no fun Barnes.”

There was rubble and fires and shrieks. Natasha was yelling in Russian as she ran about with a fire extinguisher and Clint crawled out of his vents to help Bruce out who was turning a dangerous shade of green. Tony was sitting in the ruins of his kitchen, his mouth half open as he spied on the ensuing battle in the middle of it.

Sam was using his shield to push Steve away who was shouting curses that had probably not been invented yet. Bucky was holding you back by your middle, yelling in your ear to calm the fuck down but all you could think of to do was smacking Steve’s face with that chair that was currently on fire. You suppose once everyone was calm, you’d feel guilty about your part in destroying the Avengers kitchen but right now that wasn’t important.

What was important was that Steve had tried to kill you. Again. He had actually thrown a fucking grenade at you. You barely had the time to kick it away where it exploded in the kitchen and then Steve was on you, calling you a bitch in all the 9 languages he knew.

“Calm the hell down, Steve!” Sam yelled, struggling to keep Steve at bay from you. You were glad to see that Steve’s nose was busted. That will teach the bastard to ‘look down his nose’ on you now.

“She pierced my ears! The fucking bitch pierced my goddamn ears!” Steve yelled. Even you had to admit, the golden hoops looked amazing dangling from his ears. Just perfect.

“You are lucky I didn’t stick a knitting needle in your eye Rogers!” You sassily replied, “The only reason you’re still in one piece is because I promised my best friend that I wouldn’t hurt you.”

The muscles in Steve’s arms tensed and Sam groaned, barely keeping his own footing. A dark shadow seemed to have crawled over Steve’s face, turning the blues of his eyes an angry shade and had you been a weaker person, you would have trembled. This was the face of someone who had stood against armies alone and came out victorious. But for all you cared, he could kiss your ass.

“He is MY best friend. Mine. Not yours, not anyone else’s. Bucky Barnes is mine and I will kill you a thousand times until it sinks in your thick skull!” Steve growled. You scowled, a scathy remark bubbling on the tip of your tongue when you suddenly stopped. Why say when you can show? So, looking Steve directly in the eyes, you went limp in Bucky’s arms, turned around and cupped his face. And then you kissed his cheek.

Steve let out a strangled cry behind you, but you focused on Bucky who was blinking in disbelief at your audacity. And so, just for the heck of it, you kissed his other cheek. And then his forehead.

“Bucky Barnes, you are my best friend and always will be!” You said, hugging the life out of him. You heard Steve break away from Sam, heard Bucky yell out a curse and holding you protectively as his jealous pal came rushing to claim him. And all through that and the chaos that ensued later, you just smiled broadly.

Tony was giving a lecture, and he sucked. He gesticulated too much for your liking, and you really didn’t like how he kept emphasizing things by looking pointedly at you. It wasn’t even that much of a big deal, and even if it was, it was not your fault. Like every other time, the only person who could be held responsible was the blond super soldier sitting beside you, wearing the same shade of annoyance on his face as yours.

“I repeat” said Tony, his hair askew, “we do not use Friday to settle idiotic, absolutely ridiculous personal vendettas!”

“You have Friday tell you how pretty you look every day!” You countered and Tony slammed his hand on the table.

“Because I am!” He huffed. “You, on the other hand, stopped a mission in the middle to ask Friday who had a higher score! I mean, what the actual fuck? And what score?”

Steve had the decency to look at least a little sheepish. You however didn’t put up with any of that nonsense. It was his idea anyway, and you wouldn’t take the fall for him. Not when Tony looked murderous like this.

“Rogers bet me he’d take down more enemies than me. We only asked Friday to keep a count. I had literally nothing to do with it.”

Tony turned the ire of his glare at Steve who was too busy giving you a dirty look. He was just pissed you won, and that Bucky had spent the entire ride back tending to your wounds rather than Steve’s. It wasn’t your fault his jealous ass always threw a fit whenever he saw you and Bucky together.

“You said the team could use Friday as we saw fit.” Steve said, though he did look a little guilty. It wasn’t like him to lose command and control. Even when he’d been Captain America, he had never let anything rattle him. Not until you had come prancing in his life and stealing his best friend.

“I said the team could use Friday, not stop everything in the middle of a high risk mission to see who has a bigger dick.” Tony said, and then he just collapsed in his chair. Poor guy had been working too hard to carry the team forward, and in that moment, even you felt guilty. Your rivalry with Steve shouldn’t have to affect everyone else, not when they had been so welcoming and loving to you ever since you joined.

You walked over to Tony and dropped a kiss on his head, caressing his hair. “I am sorry Tones. You won’t have more trouble from me.”

Tony looked at you as if seeing an angel. He looked at you as if you were the solution to all his troubles. Despite every furniture of his you’d broken and set fire to, he was so grateful to have one sane voice between them. Cupping your hands, he looked imploringly at you and asked, “Really? You’re gonna stop fighting with Steve?”

At that, you solemnly nodded and patted his hand gently. Poor him and the poor team going through hell because you and Steve couldn’t settle your differences. It was obvious what had to be done.

“Of course I will” You said magnanimously, because of course you were the better of the two. “Steve just needs to find another best friend and there won’t be any reason to fight anymore.”

If any of them had been drinking water, they would have spit it out. Since they didn’t, they just kind of choked on their saliva and sputtered at you in absolute disbelief. Tony actually looked betrayed and Steve seemed to have licked a lemon, if the look on his face was anything to go by.

“She” He said, voice thick with contempt, “needs to go away. We can launch her in outer space or somewhere from where she can never return. You know why? Because Bucky is my best friend. Since we were yay high!” And he raised his arms a foot off the ground to show just how high.

And just like that, the moment was gone. Rogers opened his mouth and any goodwill you had had went poof. So, you did the only reasonable thing any sane person would do right now and that was to flip him off and call him a pig. You knew he was inching to strangle you; you could see his fingers twitch. A part of you was anticipating it, for Bucky would never forgive him for killing you again. Just as he would have lunged at you, push Tony out of the way and did you away for good, Bucky burst into the room with the expression of a cantankerous 100 year old grandpa who had had enough with the world.

“For fucks sake! Just shut up you both!” He yelled and paced the room. His eyes were bloodshot and hair disheveled, a clear sign that your rivalry was taking a heavy toll on him. Steve opened his mouth to say something when Bucky raised a finger to shush him. “No no no! You listen to me you oblivious, utter moronic fucklets!”

Your mouth dropped open. Bucky never cursed at you. He had never called you a fucklet before.

“You two need to stop. You hear me? You need to STOP!” He raked a hand through his hair before kicking the ground in frustration. “I can’t eat. I can’t sleep! I can’t fucking breathe without you both arguing over who is a better friend to me. So, here’s an idea. Instead of fucking me over in the middle of your sexual tension, why don’t you find a room and fuck each other? Because I tell you now, I cannot fucking take it!”

Silence sat pregnant in the room. You blinked at Bucky. Steve blinked at Bucky. Tony blinked at Bucky. And Bucky didn’t blink at all.

“That – uh – what?” You said, eloquent as ever. “That is so stupid.” And you laughed awkwardly.

Steve glanced at you and then stammered, “What? That – I haven’t – that has nothing to do with it. She and I – what?”

You both found each other’s eye, quickly looked away and just became silent. The tension in the air was suffocating you, and a terrible heat was settling in your stomach. Without another word, you walked out of the room, muttering about how ridiculous the whole idea was. The three men watched your exit, and a moment later, Steve left too, still very much in disbelief.

Tony and Bucky sighed, sitting across from each other and just taking in the fact that the elephant in the room had finally been address. A moment later, Tony began drumming on the desk, looking up at the ceiling.

“I couldn’t have put it any better myself.”

You felt antsy, as if staying one more moment in your room would drive you mad. You kept jerking your legs and arms, a weird restlessness in every action of yours. What the hell was Bucky saying? The sheer nerve to imply that you…you and Steve had some sort of feelings for each other. You hadn’t heard that kinda crap since you nursed your nephew who’d had diarrhea.

The only reason you and Steve fought was because you wanted Bucky. He was supposed to be your best friend, and clearly it was his inability to decide who he preferred more that had led you here. And to pretend, on top of that, that it was you who was at fault was just ridiculous. As if you’d touch Steve Rogers with a ten foot pole.

But…would you? You suppose he couldn’t be that bad to touch. He did have gorgeous eyes that got all dark and dilated when he fought with you. And his breath hitched when you got him mad and he bit his lip to stop from cursing you and he flushed a very becoming shade of red that started from his cheeks and disappeared down the neckline on his tight shirts that ��

Holy fuck!

The realization rocked your world. What the hell? When you thought about it again, it seemed as if you’d just described Steve being aroused. Did you really fight him and got him mad to stimulate yourself? Oh god. Bucky was right. You wanted to fuck Steve.

This wouldn’t do. This wouldn’t do at all. You quickly changed into your work out gear and rushed to the gym, intent on sweating out whatever feelings you might have for Steve. After all, nothing says fuck you like imagining someone’s face on a punching bag and just going to town on it. Thankfully, when you arrived the gym was empty.

You’d been working on your stretches for only a few minutes when your worst nightmare entered the gym. He probably had the same idea as you and froze the moment your eyes met. His blue eyes narrowed at you and you stood up straight. You hated Bucky for putting the thought in your head. Now all you could think of was tackling Steve to the ground and fucking him senseless. You still wanted to beat him, but in a very different way.

As Steve entered, his eyes fixed to your form, you decided it was time to leave. After that fiasco in front of Tony, you didn’t think yourself capable of talking to Steve. Staying alone with him was something you didn’t trust yourself with. So you picked up your bag and started for the door when his voice stopped you.

“Running away? Am I to believe that there is something that finally scares you?”

Anger, red hot anger simmered under your veins when you turned to face him again. He had a mocking smirk on his face that made you grit your teeth. His eyes, dark and challenging beckoned you to him, but they didn’t hold resentment there either. Something between you had changed today. The very air around you was different, thick with tension and apprehension that had your nerves tingling.

“Scared?” You scoffed, dropping your bag on the matted floor and walking until you stood right before him. He towered over you in height, but he’d never been able to actually look down at you. “Me, scared of you? You wish Rogers.”

One corner of his lips lifted up, and he put his hands on you. One hand hooked around your waist and pulled you closer, the other trailing a finger down the side of your face to your neck, following the path down your arm until his fingers intertwined with yours.

“Oh, I so do wish” He whispered and his lips met yours. You rose up on your toes, mashing your body against his and mapping the planes of his body with your palms. The smell of his sweat and soap surrounded you, your arms coming to hold him around the shoulders as he hitched you up so you could wrap your legs around him.

Like everything in your relationship, the kiss was explosive. You didn’t melt against each other like people do in books; you collided like two warring armies intent on conquering the other. You collided like night and day, basking your surroundings in the dawn and dusk of your lust. Steve took your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, smiling as you shamelessly moaned.

“What do you say?” He asked, pushing you against the wall, his hardness digging between the heated center of your legs.

You pulled him closer, letting your lips trail over his jaw and neck before you branded him with a quick bite. “You’ve always been so aggressive Steve, let’s see you let loose some other way. I sure do hope you fuck better than you fight though, or I’ll just be disappointed.”

Steve growled, kissing you again as he ground his cock against you, trapping you between the wall and his hard body that prevented any escape. Your hands slipped under his t-shirt, meeting the firm muscles on his abdomen that rippled under you. He pulled back just enough to allow you to remove your clothes, his own being flung sideways without any care.

Even before, you’d never thought of Steve as anything but beautiful, but now, seeing him in all his glory, you could only look him up and down in appreciation. He was trembling slightly, as if holding himself back with effort, his eyes not leaving you for a second. You both looked at each other, naked and unashamed before frantically coming together. His hands were everywhere, squeezing your ass and thighs as his lips pulled at your breast.

Your fingers rolled his nipples softly until he moaned, and then you pinched them. He jerked under your touch, kicking the back of your knees so you collapsed down, and he covered your body with his. Anger, arousal, lust and longing, all emotions built together in a storm of incoherent desire that had you both rolling over each other, fighting for dominance and power. Steve pinned you down with effort, holding your wrists in one hand over your head as he gave a smug smile to you.

“Will you finally surrender today?” He asked, positioning his cock at your entrance that was drenched. You would have loved to taste him, to have him taste you, but as of now, all you wanted was for him to slide inside you. You hungered for him, burnt for his touch. For years you’d been left wanting, and now with the prize so near, you weren’t about to wait any longer.

“The only surrender today will be yours.” You whispered sweetly before slamming your head against his. Steve jerked hard in surprise, allowing you the opportunity to free your hands and roll over him. You sat on his pelvis proudly, his throbbing member right underneath you and as he blinked at you, stunned, you rose up over his tip and slowly sunk down.

Steve groaned as your wet channel fell like velvet heat along his shaft. You had never been so full before. He stretched your limits, as he had always done, and you decided you very much preferred rendering him speechless like this under you than your usual punches and throws. His hands dug into your waist, helping you bounce on his cock and you threw your head back at the feeling.

It was a beautiful ache, one that took your breath away. As you rolled your hips and clenched down there, Steve’s voice rose in appreciation and you grinned. You finally had the golden boy at your mercy. You fucked him, changing your pace to punish him, never letting him up. For every time he killed you, you bit on his lips and neck, marking him. It was punishment and cherishing, a culmination of feelings you didn’t understand.

“Touch me.” You brokenly said, and his fingers found your nub. The slapping of skin, the sounds of debauchery and the smell of sin filled the air. You leaned over him to meet his lips, the heat in your gut bubbling until you snapped and came atop him, falling blissfully. It was one moment of weakness and the world titled, Steve having finally pushing you on your back.

“You’ve always been strong, because I’d hate to break you when the fun has only just begun.” He said and thrust into you hard and fast. He was an animal in heat, a man possessed, and you didn’t mind one bit. You met his every thrust with a raise of your hips, you clawed at his back until he bled, your lips tasting of the salt of sweat and tears and desire. He brought you impossibly closer, looking right into your eyes as he took you.

For the life of you, you couldn’t look away. You couldn’t get enough of his grunts and moans, of the breathy whispers of your name that slipped between curses, of the way his lashes would flutter over the dark blues that kept your eyes captive. He had you completely in that moment, mind and body; and for some reason, his gaze felt infinitely more intimate than his cock that was currently spearing you open. You keened in pleasure, whimpering as he touched your overly sensitive clit and had you coming again.

A minute later, he twitched inside you, his warmth flooding your core and you sighed. You laid entangled and sweaty, both of you spent and tired and yet completely overtaken by the urge to be closer still. To think this is what you’d both missed for all these years.

“So, what do you say, still feeling aggressive?” Steve asked and you looked at him with a grin that you couldn’t have suppressed had you wanted to. Oh yes, some battles were never meant to end, but they sure could be altered to meet new demands.

“With you? Always.” You replied, kissing him deep until he couldn’t think of anything but you. “Just remember one thing.”

“Oh yeah, what?”

“I am still a better best friend to Bucky. I did fuck you to keep him happy after all.”

Steve frowned darkly and before you could blink, he was over you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I think this time I’d fuck some manners into you.”

“I think this time you should actually put your back into it. I did all the work before.” You taunted and he dived at you.

Meanwhile, in Tony Stark’s office

“Friday, what’s the score?” He asked smugly, offering Bucky the packet of blueberries. Bucky was sitting with his feet on the desk, a small smile on his face.

“I am afraid I am not at a liberty to say Boss.” Friday replied. If the AI could blush, she would.

“Seems like they are at an impasse.” Tony suggested, and Bucky shrugged, licking his lips.

“Well, some things never change.”

[iguana-eyanna]

The Beauty Within Everything

Pairing: preserum! Steve Rogers x 1940s! reader

Summary: reader thinks Steve stood her up on their date but realizes he’s very ill

Warnings: illness, decline of physical health, angst

You were walking on the sidewalk, fuming with every step you took in your heels, cursing under your breath to whoever invented these shoes.

You were on your way to confronting Steve, your boyfriend, at his place.

You think back to the first time you met Steve at a park. You both sat on the same bench as you were reading a sort of novel while Steve was drawing something on paper. The wind blew strongly as he lost his grip on the piece, flying beside your feet. You pick it up and give it to him, looking down to realize he was drawing you.

You both blush at each other as you complimented his talent and he commented on your beauty. Then on, you guys have been dating for a couple of months.

Now, you were beyond upset about Steve avoiding you for the past week. He promised to take you out on a date, but then stood you up on the very night. You tried calling his telephone but he never picked up the line. Now you arrived on his doorstep, knocking on the door loudly. What you didn't expect was for Bucky, his best friend, to greet you.

"Hi, angel face. What brings you here?" Bucky tiredly asked. "I can ask the same for you, it looks like you haven't slept in days." you replied. Before Bucky could rebut, you invite yourself in looking for any sign of your boyfriend.

"Now's not a good time to visit Steve, doll." Bucky says, trying to usher you out. "That charm won't work on me Bucky. I have been beyond worried about why Steve hasn't been responding to my calls. Is he alright?" You ask, not realizing a figure is shuffling to the two of you.

"You shouldn't have come." a voice croaked out, coughing afterward. You turn around and gasp lightly, looking at a very ill Steve. His skin was pale as snow, and it looked like he was prying to keep his eyes open for a bit longer. Steve tries to take another step but almost falls down to his knees.

You and Bucky catch him in time, as you could feel your boyfriend going limp in your arms. "Help me take him to his bed." Bucky gritted his teeth as he properly held Steve on his side. The both of you took him to his mattress as you opened his blankets so Bucky can tuck in his friend. Steve's eyes were partly closed, but you both can tell he was drifting off to sleep. You sweep his hair out of his eyes and then follow Bucky to the living room.

"What happened?" you whispered lightly, trying not to wake him up. Bucky looks down to the ground, not wanting to break the news to you. "When Steve was a kid, the doctor said that he has a weak immune and respiratory system. Since then, he's had a lot of fevers in a span of months, up to the point where he contracts pneumonia twice a year. I've been staying with him for the past week in case something happens." You sit on a nearby chair, feeling your heart aching for Steve's health.

"This has been going on for years? Why hasn't he said anything? I would have understood if-" Bucky rolls his eyes and sits next to you. "You know him, he's stubborn as a piece of wood. But I think he was scared you'd reject him." Bucky sadly admitted. You stare at a nearby window, trying to think.

You stood up and grabbed your purse "I'll go to the market to buy some things. I'll take care of him. You need to go home and get some rest." Bucky was too tired to fight you on it, so he waited for your return.

You came back with bags of groceries as Bucky helped you carry them to the empty fridge. Before he left, he gave you instructions on how to help steve if he had a coughing fit or if he wasn't able to hold himself.

"Remember, he may have the will of ten men, but he's delicate." You nod your head and lock the door once Barnes leaves. You then started making a pot of your signature soup to pass time in case Steve wakes. Suddenly you hear him coughing uncontrollably, so you turned off the fire and grabbed a glass of water.

Seeing him sitting up with his chest heaving made your heartstrings pull. You then tended to him as you offered to Steve the cup that he gradually took.

Once his breathing slows to a normal rhythm, he looks up to you with such heartbreak. "You should go, I don't want to be a burden." he said the best he could.

You sit in front of him by the foot of the bed, ready to scold the living heck out of him. "I am not going anywhere, mister. You still owe me an apology for standing me up this past week. I was worried sick, Steve. Why would you keep this from me?"

“Cause I didn't want you to be looking at me like this." He replied in a small voice.

"You know I would have understood, you shouldn't have kept me in the dark." You told him, not breaking eye contact. Steve's eyes begin to water and cleaned them away with his sleeve.

"When I recently got sick, I realized something. I’m not the man who could carry you in my arms and kiss you with every ounce in my body without wheezing. I'm not the man who's able to provide for you, like giving you pretty dresses or sweet-smelling perfumes. Heck, I can't even afford you a rose” Steve said as his voice was breaking.

"And now you're spending your money to feed your poor pathetic boyfriend back to health. Can't you see I'm nothing but trouble for you?" He concludes, staring at you. You pause for a bit, reflecting on the words he uttered from his mouth.

"Not once have I ever thought you were weak, Steve. Dear God, I think you're one of the bravest men I know. So please, don't bring yourself down because you can't perform these things you've fantasized about doing. I have never cared for extravagant gifts and just having you in my life is more than enough. You taught me so much about life and the beauty within everything around me. That's why I..." you close in to take his hand on top of your beating heart.

"I love you. I love you so much that it hurts me to think you can't rely on me when you're in so much pain. So please Steve, don't push me away when we both know we were made for each other."

Steve's face softens as he begins to cry. You begin to tear up as you pull him into your chest, comforting him with all that you could give.

"What did I deserve to be with you?" he hiccuped.

"Everything, love. Everything, and more." you replied, lightly combing the back of his hair with your fingers.

Steve lets go of you and wiped away his tears, regaining his breath.

“How can I make up for the past week?” he asks, knitting his eyebrows with determination.

“You can make it up to me by telling the truth from now on. No more secrets between us. And I am nursing you back to health, starting with a soup I just made.” You told him.

Steve nods his head and feels his stomach rumble just from the mention of food. "Well, I am hungry." he sheepishly smiles. You laugh at his reply and got up to fetch a bowl of soup. You return back with the food and Steve holds his hand to feel the warmth of the bowl. Once he starts consuming it, his eyes roll to the back of his head and almost made a moaning sound.

"This is the most amazing meal I've had in a long time." Steve announced, making you laugh harder. He's happy that he made you smile, realizing how much he missed hearing the sound of your voice.

She was his rock, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42464544

I'll be your light to guide you home, safe and sound by Marvelous_Writer In which Peter gets so overwhelmed with self-doubt during training with Steve, he ends up running away. Whumptober Day 17: Breaking Point & Day 18: "Take my coat." Words: 4699, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 12 of Whumptober 2022 Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Spider-Man, Tony Stark, Iron Man, Steve Rogers, Captain America - Character Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Whumptober 2022, no.17, breaking point, no.18, "Take My Coat", Whump, tw: self-doubt talk, Peter Parker Whump, Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Hurt Peter Parker, Sad Peter Parker, Recovery, Peter Parker is Trying His Best, Crying, Tears, Peter Parker Calls Tony Stark "Dad", Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Tony Stark Feels, Tony Stark is Good With Kids, Parent Tony Stark, Protective Tony Stark, Protective Parent Tony Stark, dad tony, Steve Rogers Is a Good Bro, Protective Steve Rogers, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie), Not Spider-Man: No Way Home Compliant, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Emotions, self-doubting Peter Parker, Self-Doubt, Poor Peter Parker, Fluffy, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Family, Irondad, spiderson, IronDad and SpiderSon

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Selfish

Pairings | Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x reader (kind of?)

Warnings | angst, crying

Word count | 1067

Summary | Steve made a selfish choice, Bucky is there for comfort

Part two | part three

Masterlist

Steve Rogers was far from a selfish man.

Bucky had never thought of Steve as a selfish man; hell, the thought of his best pal even considering committing a selfish act hadn't even crossed his mind until now.

Sam waved with a small smile as Steve looked back at them one last time, but Bucky couldn’t help but feel immense dread. How the hell was he going to tell y/n? What was he going to tell y/n?

The brunet barely registered Sam's hand on his lower back, guiding him to the van they'd taken there. The red veins tangling amongst his eyes pulled at the tears like ropes, pulling and pulling and pulling and pulling and-

Bucky took a deep breath, titling his head back to stop the drops from sliding down his cheeks. He swiped at his eyes with the heals of his hands, before taking another large breath and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You okay, man?" Sam frowned, concern tied amongst his worrisome frown as he leant forwards slightly to look at the Winter Soldier. Bucky snapped to it, his hands falling limply into his lap as he put on a smile.

"Yeah. Let's just go." Bucky sighed through a so-obviously fake smile. If Sam noticed, he didn't mention it, just nodded slowly before turning the keys in the engine.

"Okay." The Falcon mumbled as he turned back to face the wheel, hands gripping it at ten and two as his foot pressed against the peddle.

When they reached the compound, Bucky took his time exiting the vehicle. It was almost as if he waited long enough, it wouldn't hurt as much. That wasn't the case. Bucky could already picture y/n's face - broken and red, red with tears, with anger, with shame.

What was he going to tell her? Bucky swallowed dryly, his throat like sandpaper as the action stung. He winced, but weather it was from that or what he was about to do, the super soldier couldn't tell.

His feet clunked heavily against the clean floors of the compound, boots weighing down on his feet like piles of bricks as he thudded through the corridor.

His eyes slid shut the second y/n came into view. He couldn't bare to see the hopeful glint in her eyes; couldn't bare to see his best friend’s girl with her arms outstretched, ready to welcome steve home with a warm embrace and a soft kiss.

"Bucky?" Her small voice filled the hall like it was played through speakers, the small crack to her question when she asked, "where's Steve?" Echoed like a horrid melody, like one of those stupidly sad songs Sam made him listen to.

"Doll-" Bucky began, his eyes fluttering open. He shouldn't have done that. He hiccuped through a sob at the sight of her; y/n's hope was crushed, her eyes clouded with that looming dread, and her usually bright smile dropped into a scowl. "Steve- he's, uh, Steve gone." Bucky murmured.

When y/n sank to her knees Bucky couldn't blame her. Nor could he blame her when a shattered, broken sob that resembled more of a scream ripped through her chest. The tears glittering on her cheeks had no right to look so beautiful. It was as if her sadness was taunting him, plaguing Bucky's mind with the guilt that should've fallen on Steve.

When Bucky fell beside her, pulling y/n into his lap, she didn't protest. She simply relaxed into his embrace, arms wrapped around his neck and head buried against his firm chest. Her legs wrapped around his waist so tightly it was like she thought he'd leave her too if she didn't hold on as tight as she could.

Bucky's nose nudged into her hair, the wet splash of tears against his cheeks fading into the strands as he nuzzled against her. His grip was equally as strong, and it hurt - it hurt to be so close to her, hold her, smell her. She smelt like Steve. She reminded him of Steve.

But he disregarded one pain for another, and whilst holding her brought back the pain of Steve, it soothed the ache of loneliness his best pal left in his wake.

"I know. I'm so sorry doll, but he's gone. He's gone." Y/n could hear bucky speaking but it was as if he was underwater; the words blurred into one incoherent mumble the moment they touched her ears.

He didn't need to tell her the whole truth. He couldn't tell her the whole truth. Y/n was so broken and all he'd said so far was the Steve is gone. Bucky couldn't imagine what the poor, undeserving girl would be like if he told her that Steve left her to relive his life with a girl he kissed once 70 years ago?

Just thinking about the situation made Bucky pity her. It made him feel guilty that he did nothing to stop Steve. But then, how could he have known Steve would do something so selfish?

Bucky could see how Steve deserved to be a little selfish after nearly 100 years of being selfless, only ever doing things for others. He just never expected that his oldest friend would return to a girl he loved in his past and abandon the girl he loved now. And that he'd leave Bucky.

That was what made Bucky's heart break, made his own tears fall. After all they'd been through, from him saving Steve in the playground when they were kids, to going on double dates and more saving, to joining the army and Steve getting the serum. Then came the bad patch, HYDRA and SHIELD, the Winter Soldier, the Sokovia accords, Bucky going back on ice and even Thanos. The whole time, they fought for each other, cared for each other.

It stung, really, that Steve had chosen a dame he kissed once over his best friend for nearly a century. It was like a punch to the face. The following back-hand was that he'd also left his girl behind, the girl that was now wrapped around Bucky like a koala and sobbing violently against his chest.

Steve Rogers was a selfish man, after all.

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[captainsdolly]

Steve taking your virginity (hc)

Beware of the monster cock y’all and, to quote my bio, I may not be a good writer but I’m excellent at being a hoe

18+ only!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity, Steve’s monster cock, daddy kink, size kink, a bit of blood (cuz he popped that cherry), a bit of fingering, dom Steve, innocent reader

Requested by @donutloverxo​

Not proof read, sorry for any fuck ups also the ‘read more’ thingy doesn’t work I’M SORRY 

Steve is a patient man and all he wants is for you to be happy and comfortable

Which is why he has been waiting with trying to get into your panties, what a gentleman

But then, one night, after he comes back from work he tells you he’s taking a weekend off and he wants to take you for a little trip

And now here you are in your bedroom, you glance towards Steve as he’s packing his bag and then you see it

A bottle of lube

Your cheeks heat up and he looks at you, his smile oddly innocent

“Are you okay, baby?”

“What’s that, daddy?”

He looks at the bottle and then back at you, chuckling quietly

“Something extra we might need this weekend”

Fast forward, you’re in a nice B&B, there’s a lake just outside your window, it’s so romantic

But you didn’t have the time to appreciate it because you’re laying on the bed with Steve hovering over you, peppering kisses along your neck and shoulders

And you’re squirming because his hand is traveling a bit further than you’re used to

It slides below the waistband of your jeans and your heart stops when he unbuttons it

“Daddy wants to try something new today, baby girl. Something that is meant for big girls only. Can you be a big girl for daddy tonight?”

You playfully shake your head “no” and Steve laughs, kissing your nose, his hands sliding your jeans off of your legs

“No? You wanna be my little girl?” he smiles softly, taking off your shirt

It’s nothing new, he’s seen you in your underwear before, so you think nothing of it when he takes his shirt off too

You absentmindedly bite on your finger as Steve sits up on his hunches, and strokes himself through his pants

His eyes look different though, they’re dark and he looks like a hunter getting ready to pounce on its prey

He takes your hand in his and guides it to his hard on and you gasp, looking up at him with your big, innocent eyes

“Daddy wants to put it in you tonight. Is that okay, baby doll?”

You bite your lip, pretty fucking sure it won’t fit, but you nod

“That’s my brave girl”, he says as he takes his jeans off, he throws his boxer briefs on the ground and you nearly faint just at the sight of this monster cock, angry red, swollen and already leaking

He starts stroking it, grabbing the bottle of lube and explains that “your tight little virgin pussy is going to need a lot of it”

Next thing you know you’re naked and Steve traces his lips along you stomach, but he never gets to your pussy

He pulls back instead, looking into your eyes and he lets out a growl when he sees your cute pout and doe eyes

“Daddy’s finally going to fuck his pure little girl. Gonna take your innocence, baby”

His voice low as his fingers dance around your opening before he inserts one inside

He moans at how tight you are and you whimper, your arms wrap around his neck and he leans down to kiss you

It was supposed to be a small peck but he slides his tongue inside, loosing himself in the feeling of your wet hot cunt around his finger

So he slides another one and you squeal into his mouth

He doesn’t pull back though, his lips still touching yours as he looks at you with fire in his eyes

“Gotta open you up baby. You think you could take me without being prepared first? You’re too little for that”

He scissors his fingers inside you and your legs shake as he pumps in and out of you before pulling out completely

“Daddy... this is scary” you whisper as he moves between your legs

“Oh baby... Do you not want it? Do you want to stop? You can stop me whenever you want”, his voice soft as he goes from daddy dom to soft daddy dom Stevie in a matter of seconds, all it took for him was your weak, quiet voice

But you want it so that’s what you tell him

“I’m just scared it’s going to hurt, Daddy”

Steve hums, stroking your cheek lovingly, as he rolls his hips against yours

“It’ll only hurt for a minute. I’ll stop if you need me to”, and with that he reaches for the lube and applies it on his cock and on your pussy

He slides his cock between your pussy lips and his jaw twitches as he realizes how tiny your pussy is compared to his cock

This thought made his pre cum drip directly on your clit and you moan, your legs wrapping around his waist

He takes the base of his cock in his hand and you feel his tip at your entrance

Your legs shake a little and he kisses your cheeks, your nose, your eyelids as he slowly pushes his tip in

You don’t moan. You don’t gasp. You fucking scream and Steve’s fisting the sheets as he sees how your pussy opens for him

“Stevie, daddy...” you whine, your palms pushing against his shoulders but your legs wrapping around him even tighter so like??

“I know, I know, you’re okay baby, you’re doing so good”, his voice strained and he swallows thickly, not able to tear his eyes from the sight of you pussy practically being split in half

He wraps his arms around you to hold you closer and looks into your eyes as his cock slides in further

His heart breaks a little when he sees the tears in your eyes but you’re not stopping him so he keeps pushing

You feel your walls struggling to accommodate him, you literally feel like his cock is splitting you not even in half but in like four fucking pieces

Your nails dig into his back and he starts kissing you as he finally bottoms out, wiggling his hips a little to make sure it’s all in

You whine as he pulls away to look down and you whimper as he bares his teeth and growls

“Would you look at that, my tiny little baby can barely take it”

He takes your hand and places it on your tummy

You can feel his fucking cock in there and you can see the shape of it when you look down

And then he starts moving, slowly at first, still letting you adjust

You cling to him and he holds you close, but he’s holding back really fucking hard

His thrusts speed up just a little as he feels you relax around him

You’re not in pain anymore but you’re still struggling

And fuck it makes him leak right into your poor stretched cunt

He sits up with a low growl, one of his hands rests on your collar bone while the other grips your hip to keep you in place

His hips snap against you harder and faster and you can hear the bed banging against the wall

Your whines and whimpers turn into moans, Steve’s thumb moves to draw tight circles on your clit

You cry out, your hips would probably jerk but he’s holding you down

“You gonna cum, baby? Squeeze Daddy’s cock even tighter? Show me what that pretty pussy can do, baby”, he can barely speak between his thrusts as he leans back down again, his hips colliding with yours so hard the bed isn’t just moving, it’s fucking jumping

“Oh god, Daddy, I’m gonna cum”, your legs start to shake and your eyes roll back as your whole body starts spasming, wave after wave of orgasm hitting you so hard you think you’re gonna pass out

“Ah, fuck!” He bellows as he feels how tight you’re squeezing him and he wraps you in his arms completely, making sure you stay still as he nears his orgasm

Every thrust is accompanied by a growl and you just lay there limply, your body rocking with his movements and you can barely breath

“Gonna cum in that tight pussy. Make you mine. Tell me you’re mine”, he growls, and you feel him pulsating inside you

“I’m yours, Daddy. I belong to you”, your voice weak, you sound fucked out and you barely even know what’s happening

Because you came so hard

Steve lets out a sound that straight up sounds like a fucking howl as his hips snap harshly against yours a couple more times

“Fucking coming!” he bellows, as his thick cum shoots right into you beaten pussy, his thighs tremble a little and he bites down on your shoulder

When he finally relaxes, he lets himself just lay on top of you, as you both catch your breaths

Finally he pulls away and looks down at you, a soft smile on his lips when you open your eyes and look up at him

“Hey”, he says quietly and you respond with a barely audible “hi”

“Are you okay, babygirl? How are you feeling?”, he whispers, slowly pulling out of you

He nearly pushes back in when he sees how swollen and puffy your poor little pussy is

You smile up at him, your eyes hooded and your hair a mess

“Now I really belong to Daddy”

“Yes, you do”, he chuckles, leaning down to kiss you lips softly

He then leaves the bedroom to bring a warm washcloth and as he cleans you up, he can’t help but gently stroke your hair at the same time

Because you’re passing out

And he doesn’t tell you about those couple drops of blood because he knows you’d freak the fuck out

So he lays besides you and wraps you in his arms, not sure if you’re already asleep or not

“I love you, babygirl. I love you so much”, he whispers, kissing the top of your head

“I love you too, Daddy”

You yawn and he coos at you because it’s so fucking cute

He kisses your cheeks and strokes your hair until you fall asleep

And then fucks you again in the morning

[peachbear88]

Tale as Old as Time (Pt 2)

A/N: Part 2! We're getting there people!

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The metal gates swing open with a rusty whine.

Your eyes snap open and you grab your chamber pot, and club the figure over the head.

"Ow!" The figure exclaims, falling over.

You brandish the pot as menacingly as possible, given the awkward angle.

"Who are you?" You demand, your voice cracking. He rubs the growing lump on his head.

"You hit hard madmoiselle," He responds, ignoring your question. Another set of footsteps, heavier ones echo off the stone tower. You gulp, as the figure arrives to reveal a skinny but tall man wearing what appears to be a gold pendant.

"Don't scare the poor girl Pietro. In fact, you shouldn't even be letting the prisoner out!" The man chided. The blond boy (supposedly) named Pietro laughed, ruffling his hair. He zooms over to where the man is, leaving a faint blue mist behind him.

"What's wrong doc? Scared what'll happen when my sister finds out?" He teases and the doctor shoves him away, wrapping his floating red cloak tighter around him.

"Oh shut up." Pietro turns back to you.

"So. You're the new prisoner." He looks you up and down. You drop the pot and it hits the floor with a loud clang, making him flinch.

"Yep, that's me. Come to kill me at last?" You question, raising your arms as if to embrace death. He bursts into laughter, slapping the tall man on the shoulder.

"Oh man! Strange, did you hear that? She thinks we're going to kill her!" He keeps laughing while the man named Strange rolls his eyes, muttering something about stupid kids.

"So... You're not going to kill me?" You inquire hopefully. Pietro's laughter dies off as he wipes tears from his eyes.

"Kill you? When you could be the one to break the curse? I think not." He shakes his head as if you were the foolish one before thrusting his hand out. "After you."

You walk down the stairs hesitantly, the bright walls of the hallways a stark contrast to your dim cell.

After a few moments, you can't take it anymore, your curiosity getting the best of you.

"What was that you said about a curse?" Pietro instantly pales, shoving you rather forcefully along the hallway.

"Did I say curse? I meant uh-" He stutters, his eyes frantically scanning the area for an excuse. "I mean purse!" He waves the bag in front of your face. "Break the purse!"

You stare at him.

"Break the purse." You repeat skeptically. Strange pushes you along, seemingly in a hurry.

"Oh look! We've arrived at our destination." He pushes the grand golden doors open and your jaw drops. A beautiful, extravagant bedroom lays behind the doors, the ceiling arching up and curving into a golden dome.

"Wow..." You gasp, twirling around in the room.

"Mistress wanted you to have the finest." Strange replies, bowing low. You snort.

"That girl from earlier?" You look him up and down. "No offence but you look more like you should be her master." He opens his mouth to reply but Pietro cuts him off, shoving him out of the room.

"Well, we'll let you get settled! We hope you'll join us for dinner!" With one last shove, the two disappear from the doorway, leaving you to your own devices.

The moment the door slams shut behind them, you scan the room, your eyes landing on the silken sheets adorning the mattress. You make quick work of it, tearing it into long, thin strips.

"Okay. I can work with this."

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A small knock sounds out and you frantically shove the long strip of cloth away.

"Come in!" You call out and a menacing looking woman comes in, followed by a boy around the age of 15, wearing a red and blue costume with what appears to be a spider on it. You gape at the odd duo.

"Is that... A spider?" You murmur and the boy bounds into action, sticking his arm out for you to shake.

"Hi! My name's Peter. Peter Parker." You smile at his bubbly demeanor.

"Y/N." The woman's eyes never leave you, examining you. You shrink under her gaze.

"Right! This is Ms Natasha Romanoff. She may look really scary but she's actually a massive softie." Peter whispers confidentially and Natasha smacks him on the head. You laugh at their familial dynamic.

"It's a pleasure to meet you sweetie," She curtseys and you smile. "Please ignore this dumb child." She gestures to Peter.

"Hey!" He exclaims indignantly. You giggle.

"Well, we came to welcome you to our humble abode. Cup of tea?" She proffers and you smile, accepting it. The scent is heavenly, the right amount of sweetness and bitterness. "I find that a perfect cup of tea is just what we all need when it gets rough."

You smile weakly.

"Thank you. Why are you being so nice to me?" Natasha sighs, watching Peter swing around your room, little webs coming from his wrists.

"Well dear, we're all prisoners here as well. Might as well make the best of it." She shrugs and ushers Peter out of the room, leaving you deep in thought.

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Steve sighs, his feet in Sam's lap, warming his frozen fingers by the fire. The noise of the pub does little to raise his spirits.

"How could she possibly reject me? The most handsome man in the village!" He sighs again while Sam massages his feet. Sam throws the feet off his lap.

"Gosh it disturbs me to see you Steve,"

"Looking so down in the dumps."

"Every guy here'd love to me you Steve!"

"Even when taking your lumps." He cries, massaging Steve's ears.

"There's no man in town as admired as you,"

"You're everyone's favorite guy."

"Everyone's awed and inspired by you,"

"And it's not very hard to see why."

He drops a few coins into the bar musicians hand.

"No one's slick as Rogers,"

"No one's quick as Rogers,"

"No one's neck's as incredibly thick as Rogers!' He exclaims, twisting the neck of a rather large man rather violently, a large crack echoing around the pub.

"For there's no man in town half as manly."

"Perfect, a pure paragon!" The fair girls pipe up from behind Sam. He hops onto the bar, sitting in between 3 very drunk men.

"You can ask any Tom, Dick or Stanley,"

"And they'll tell you whose team they'd prefer to be on..." He slaps them on the back of their heads, giving them a pointed stare until they catch on.

"Who plays..."

"Darts like Rogers!'

"Who breaks..."

"Hearts like Rogers!"

"Who's much more than the sum of his parts like Rogers!"

Steve warms up to the attention, flashing a debonair smile at everyone.

"As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating!"

"My what a guy, that Rogers!" The people cry, raising their mugs and splatters beer everywhere.

"I needed encouragement,"

"Thank you, Sam." He exclaims, slapping Sam on the shoulders.

"Well there's no one as easy to bolster as you!" He wraps Steve in a tight embrace for a bit too long.

"Too much?"

"Yep." They disentangle their limbs from each other.

"No one the fights like Rogers,"

"Douses lights like Rogers." To emphasize their point, Steve licks both his hands and slaps them onto the candles, extinguishing them with a satisfying hiss.

"In a wrestling match, nobody bites like Rogers!" Sam pulls his shirt up to reveal a deep bite on his abdomen. A few people squeal.

"When I hunt, I sneak up with my quiver,"

"And beasts of the field say a prayer."

"First I carefully aim for the liver,"

"Then I shoot from behind."

"Is that fair?" Sam pipes up.

"I don't care."

"No one hits like Rogers,"

"Matches wits like Rogers,"

"In a spitting match, nobody spits like Rogers!"

"I'm especially good at expectorating!" He throws his head back and hocks up a good chunk of spit which lands in the pot Sam is holding.

"Ten points for Rogers!"

"When I was a lad, I ate four dozen eggs,"

"Every morning to help me get large." He grabs nearby woman by the waist and lifts her onto his right arm. The fair girls swoon.

"And now that I'm grown, I eat five dozen eggs,"

"So I'm roughly the size of a barge!" He slowly grabs Sam and lifts him onto his left arm, making the crowd gasp.

Steve drops them both and jumps onto the long table, tap dancing with the two other ladies. Sam grabs decorative swords and tosses them to a few men while Steve keeps dancing. They jump onto the table, brandishing their swords menacingly. The ladies jump out of the way as Steve draws his own sword. He clubs one over the head, spinning around and pretends to stab another dramatically. With a large flourish, he raises the sword to mimic the mural of himself on the wall behind him.

"Who has brains like Rogers?"

"Entertains like Rogers?" Sam belts out but Steve pushes him aside.

"Who can make up these endless refrains like Rogers?" Steve bellows, raising his arms.

"I use antlers in all of my decorating."

"Say it again!"

"Who's a man among men?"

"Who's the super success?"

"Don't you know? Can't you guess?"

"Ask his fans and his five hangers-on."

"There's just one guy in town,"

"Who's got all of it down..."

"And his name's S-T- Uh... I believe it's a D after?" Sam begins tentatively as Steve glares at him. "It just occurred to me that I'm illiterate, and I've never actually had to spell it out loud before..."

"Steve Rogers!"

The crowd bursts into a final round of applause, settling down as they dive deep into the hazy fumes of alcohol again.

"Ah, thank you Sam! I don't know what I'd do without you." Steve exclaims, plopping back down into his cushioned armchair. "How is it no woman has picked you up yet?"

"Well, I've been told I'm clingy but I don't really get it." Sam mutters obliviously, his arms draped around Steve's shoulders. Steve nods awkwardly.

A loud bang echoes into the pub and Tony comes rushing in, disheveled.

"You must help me! She's got Y/N! Please, you must help!" He cries, falling to his knees. Steve stays back while Sam rushes forwards.

"Tony, calm yourself. Who's got Y/N?" He asks soothingly.

When Tony looks back up, fear shines through his glassy eyes.

"The witch."

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[smallandsneezy]

take good care of you

IT’S A FIC (happy steve rogers day from your local chronically ill american)

Bucky and Steve are fighting about Steve trying to get into the military again, but then Steve sneezes and how could Bucky possibly be mad when Steve’s nose is dripping like that? (ps Bucky may or may not have The Kink but that’s none of my affair). ao3

Bucky paced back and forth, a dangerous mix of angry and anxious. He heard Steve cough as he entered their hallway, long before he heard his footsteps at their door. They were heavy hacks, rattling in Steve’s thin chest, and Bucky’s stomach dropped to the bottom floor of their building, leaving him up in their kitchen feeling like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Steve struggled with the lock for a second, and Bucky instinctively moved forward to help. He only held himself back to allow time to compose himself. 

When Steve came into the kitchen, he looked even worse than he had that morning when Bucky had left for the docks. The dark circles under his eyes were like bruises on his pale skin, the only color on his face besides the cherry red of his nose and the high flush of his cheeks. 

“Well, am I looking at a member of the United States military?” Buck asked darkly.

Steve shot him a glare, the effect of which was lessened by his dripping nose. 

“Probably cause they could hear your fucking wheezing as soon as you came in the door! What the hell were you thinking, Steve? Are you trying to get yourself killed? Do you enjoy having double pneumonia, is that it?”

Steve took a second to cough hard, reaching out to balance himself on the table before answering. 

“Buck, I don’t know what the big fucking deal is. I’m just trying to do my part, like everybody else.”

“Well that’s just it, Steve! You aren’t like everybody else!” 

Bucky could see the exact minute his words hit Steve, watched the way his shoulders went from high and tense to low and resigned, and was going to say something else when Steve sneezed.

“Hehh-aATSCHIEW!!”  It was a huge wet thing, and Steve had only barely managed to cover it by yanking his collar over his face, leaving spray so heavy that Bucky could see all of it on the shirt. All the fight that Bucky had ever had in his whole life left him all at once. 

“Stevie… Bless you, baby. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” He stepped towards the blond, his hands raised in surrender, only for Steve to start crying. Bucky felt his heart break into a thousand tiny pieces. He rushed towards him, gathering him in his arms and rocking him. Steve had gone almost totally limp, his sobs racking his whole body. Buck could feel the fever coming off him in waves, and ran his hand through Steve’s hair. It was wet with sweat, as wet as Bucky’s shirt was coming to be with the way Steve’s nose was gushing onto it, and Bucky picked Steve up, cradling him like a baby. They’d done this a thousand times, and it always ended with them both in Bucky’s bed. 

Bucky gently took off Steve’s shirt, which was more handkerchief than clothing by then, and buttoned him into one of his before taking off his own, which if possible was even more drenched than Steve’s had been. Before he could put on another flannel, Steve sneezed again, ducking forward with the force of it. It was more spray than voice, and Bucky let it land on his bare stomach with a shudder of pleasure.

“Oh.” Steve’s voice was small and dismayed, and he reached out to wipe it away, but Bucky caught his hands and crawled on top of him. 

“After all this, I don’t know how you could think I care about you sneezing on me.” Steve flushed a bit at this, but was more focused on his twitching nose than Bucky’s implications. Bucky noticed this, and smiled.

“Poor Stevie. All itchy and tickly.” He reached out and rubbed his finger against Steve’s septum, feeling the chapped skin and enjoying the way that it radiated heat. 

“B-Buck…” Steve gasped, his nose running more furiously than ever. 

“Yes?” Bucky said innocently, taking his fingernail and tracing Steve’s nostrils with them. 

“Guh...Gonna…”

“What, baby doll? Are you gonna-” 

As the word sneeze left Buck’s mouth, the real thing left Steve’s.

“Huh-RESHIEWWWW!”

Even for Steve, this was quite the sneeze. A heavy mixture of mist and runny nose landed in Bucky’s hand. At this point, it was practically a handful. Steve groaned, stuffy and embarrassed, and Bucky felt something in the bottom of his stomach crawl. 

“That was a good one.” His voice was low and a little strained, but he told himself that Steve wouldn’t be able to tell. 

From the look on Steve’s face, he could tell. Even as his nose continued to stream, he looked a little pleased with himself. Bucky felt a burn in his chest that felt like being seen, and he let it warm him in his entirety before he put a shirt on, choosing a thin one so that if Stevie ran out of time to cover again he’d know it. 

He shoved Steve a bit, encouraging the blond to make room for him in the bed before slipping behind him. For a moment the room was quiet and still besides Steve’s congested sniffles and the throbbing of Buck’s front as he pressed against the blond’s thin frame. 

When Bucky could stand it no longer, he gently rolled Steve over to face him. 

“You’re so stuffed up, sweetheart. Let me help.”

He gently but firmly ran his hands along Steve’s cheekbones, feeling the congestion loosen the slightest bit under his touch. “My poor baby.” 

“ ‘S not that bad Buck…” 

“I’ll be the judge of that, hotshot.”

He admiringly ran a finger down the bridge of Steve’s nose, relishing the way it practically shook with irritation. 

“Don’t worry, baby doll. I’m gonna take good care of you.”

[buckysbitch107]

Home Isn’t Just A Place Part 2 | Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Life in 2023 is very different from your old life 80 years ago. Steve has caught you up on some of it, but there’s still so much for you to find out.

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Slight Allusion to Habits of an Eating Disorder, Fluff, Nudity?

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: Here’s part two of this small little series. Hope you like this one and I hope it meets your standards! I deeply apologize for not being active for a while. I am going to attempt to upload on a schedule, but school and mental health and COVID are all impacting my life in a negative way at the moment. I have been struggling with my bipolar disorder and depression, so I am in fact trying my best.

“Winnie the Pooh.” Steve calls out, bending his head over the back of the couch to project his voice across the common room. A small gasp and running footsteps are the only sounds heard on that floor of the tower before your figure appears in the doorway of the kitchen and living room.

“POOH!” You squeal, throwing your arms up in the air, the material of Steve’s sweatshirt flopping over your hands. As soon as you found out that wearing your partner’s clothes in the 21st century was acceptable, you practically pillaged Steve’s closet of all sweatshirts and shirts in general. The past two and a half months have been full of learning pop culture and getting caught up with the 78 years you skipped, which included all things Disney. Nat giggles at your response to Steve’s words, and he holds up a finger before leaning his head back again.

“Y/N, what’s the most wonderful thing about tiggers?” He asks, a small smile forming on his face as you gasp and your eyes light up like a kid in a candy store.

“Well, the wonderful thing about tiggers is, that tiggers are wonderful things.” You explain, the smile sticking on your face as you continue reciting the song. “Their tops are made out of rubber, their bottoms are made out of springs. They’re flouncy, bouncy, trouncy, councy, fun fun fun fun fun! But the most wonderful thing about tiggers is that I’m the only one!” You flop down onto Steve’s lap as the finale to the song, and he quickly wraps his arms around you to protect you from falling off the couch.

“Told you she’s obsessed.” He mumbles to Nat, a frown appearing on your face as you overhear his words.

“Not my fault Walt Disney’s a genius.” Natasha silently agrees with you, the small nod she gives you making you pump your fists in victory. As Steve and Natasha continue their conversation, you lay in Steve’s lap and play with the dog tags hanging around his neck. He runs his hand through your hair, slowly lulling you to sleep.

~~~

“But-”

“No! I am on my break!” You exclaim, finishing your extra assigned duty of organizing the different bandages and gauzes.

“Y/NNNNNNN-”

“NO! How many times have I told you? Steve’s shield should not be used as a frisbee, and Redwing should not be used to divebomb your friends.” You screech once more, attempting to brush off the three dipshits you call friends, all with different ailments caused by the shield and the tiny robotic bird. 

“How did you know about Redwing?!”

“Part of Redwing is stuck in Buck’s arm.” 

“Ah.” Sighing once again, you motion to the table and try not to laugh as all three of them try to fit on the medical bench at once. The three men somehow all fit, squishing each other a little bit but eventually sitting normally. You look at the clock and sigh, knowing your break only lasts for another fifteen minutes. You start with Steve, cleaning off the bruises and cuts on his face, even though they’ll heal in a moment. Moving to Bucky, you pull his arm forward and begin carefully maneuvering the broken piece out of his upper arm. You tug. He flinches. Finally, the piece comes out of Bucky’s arm and the man sighs. 

“Thank you.” Bucky mumbles, flexing his fingers to make sure everything is still intact.

“Yeah, yeah.” You say, brushing him off with a small wave. “Don’t thank me until I’ve fixed the only purely human person in your idiotic triad.” Sam looks down at his feet and you chuckle, grabbing an antiseptic wipe and attempting to clean the cut from Steve’s shield.

“OW!”

“It would hurt less if you stopped moving!” This continues for what seemed like hours but was only a few seconds. You were finally able to clean and bandage the cut on Sam’s forehead and hand him some Tylenol for the other bruises after he stopped whining like a four year old. The three of them sat there for a little longer while you finished cleaning up and they thanked you, one by one heading out of the medbay. Steve lingered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re adjusting really well. I’m proud of you.” He whispers.

“I know! I barely say gas anymore!” Steve smiles and kisses you once more before walking out after the other two. After putting away the bandages and tweezers, you sit down to actually enjoy your break, now shortened to ten minutes instead of thirty. You pick up the nearest magazine and start reading. Everything is going fine, until you reach the advice section of the magazine. And I thought the 40’s were harsh about women.

~~~

What you read in that magazine shook you a bit. You knew that beauty standards had changed over the years, but you didn’t know that they changed THAT much. Women were expected to be so much skinnier and healthier and plastic. After overhearing Steve tell Bucky he’d always liked a girl with a “good figure”, you began striving to look like the girls on the pages of magazines. Cooking healthier meals, working out more, even skipping meals sometimes to not pile on carbs. You realized it wasn’t the healthiest, but it seemed to be working. And yet every day, you looked in the mirror and loathed yourself a little bit more. On this mediocre day, you had just finished a run and were now looking for food when Wanda walked into the kitchen. 

“Hey Y/N!” She exclaims, walking over to you as you dug through the fridge. “What’cha making?”

“Oh nothing, just grabbing an apple for lunch.” You say nonchalantly.

“For lunch? Aren’t you gonna eat more than that?” She looks at you worriedly while you shrug and she sighs, pulling you closer to her so she can look at you head on. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“What do you mean?”

“An apple for lunch, working out when just three months ago you mentioned loathing it, and you’ve been skipping dinner with the team a lot. What’s going on?” You shrug once again and she pulls you over to the couch on the other side of the room before staring at you and gesturing for you to talk.

“Well- the future is really new and exciting, but it’s also scary. I picked up a magazine a while ago and it talked about body figures. And I know I don’t have the prettiest body but the future seems really harsh and then I overheard Steve talking to Bucky and saying he likes a girl with a good figure and I’m chubby and-” At this point, you begin to cry and hyperventilate as you vent your feelings to Wanda. She listens quietly as you rant about how you feel overweight and unlovable in the future, and how you think Steve is getting sick of you and might leave you for a different woman. A modern woman. A skinnier woman. 

“Oh you poor thing.” Wanda whispers, pulling you into a hug as you cry harder. She turns her head, a certain blond-haired man catching her eye as he stands quietly in the doorway. You continue to sob as Wanda glares at your still-fiance and rubs your back. They seem to communicate telekinetically before Steve nods and walks away, leaving Wanda to calm you down.

~~~

You slowly walk into the apartment you share with Steve, your medical bag slung over your shoulder. You slam the door behind you and take off your shoes, setting your bag next to the door. You’re about to stand up when a pair of hands clamps around your eyes. Gasping, you’re about to fight back when a familiar voice begins to shush you.

“It’s just me, it’s just me.” Steve whispers, causing you to relax a little while Steve loosens his hands a little bit. You start to speak as you attempt to pry his hands off your eyes.

“Why didn’t you say that? You nearly gave me a heart atta-”

“Don’t open your eyes!” He exclaims, scaring you once again. Steve can practically feel your heart begin to race once again. “I-I have a surprise for you.” You nod and he stands you up, leading you blindly further into the apartment.

“Should I be nervous?”

“I don’t think so.” Steve answers, leading you a little bit further before taking one of his hands off your eyes, sliding the other to cover both. You hear the balcony door open and wind rushes in as Steve leads you out onto what you assume is your balcony. He removes his hand and you quickly gasp as you look around you. The tiny balcony that had once only contained a single light was now covered in soft yellow fairy lights, a rug placed down instead of the harsh concrete and soft music playing. You quickly recognize this as the song you two danced to the night he proposed. The night he left. Turning around, you find him standing there with one hand out to you and a grin on his face. “May I have this dance?”

“Of course.” Steve quickly grabs your hands and pulls you closer. Resting your head on his shoulder, the two of you slowly sway to the beat of the song, the calming chaos of the streets of Manhattan now just a background noise in your tiny little bubble. You look up at Steve and he’s smiling down at you, occasionally mouthing along to the song. Quietly laughing once more, you decide to focus on the man in front of you, starting with his eyes. “Have your eyes always been this blue?”

“I mean, I think so. Kind of hard to tell.”

“Well they’re pretty.” He smiles at your compliment, and Steve hears you mumble something else. He doesn’t quite catch it all, but he does hear one word. Kids. The two of you dance for a little while longer before it starts to actually get cold, and the two of you head inside.

“I have one more thing.” He says, taking your hand and leading you to the bathroom. The two of you stand in front of the mirror as he slowly starts to undress you, and your mind goes in a whole different direction than what he’s planning. Steve finishes pulling off your clothes and instead of kissing you like you’d hoped, he moves you in front of him so you’re forced to stare at your reflection. You start to squirm as he looks at you, a small frown resting on his face. “I hear you talking to Wanda today.” He starts, immediately being cut off by your gasp.

“Oh god. I’m so sorry. None of that has to deal with you, it’s just me being stupid and-” You quiet down when Steve gives you that look, and he soon resumes talking. 

“You’re not stupid. Your reasoning is valid, but I want you to know that you have nothing to worry about. I will always choose you.” But what if you don’t? He can practically see the doubt on your face, so he pulls you closer to him and begins his original plan. Steve kisses the top of your head, lips pressed softly against your hair. “I love your hair because it’s part of you. It’s gorgeous and always seems to look perfect, no matter how much you criticize it.” And he continues doing that. Going slowly down your body and pointing out what he loves about every single part of your being. Once he reaches your thighs, however, you start to grow more self-conscious. How could he love something like that? It’s all cellulite. And yet he carries on.

“I love your thighs because they’re perfect to hold. Whether I’m dancing with you in my arms or having them squeeze my head, they’re perfect in every way. They’re perfect for me, because they’re a part of you.”

Every single body part, from the hair on your head to the feet attached to your legs (he didn’t kiss those, he said no thank you), was properly adorned with love from your fiance. By the time he finishes, there are tears in your eyes, and he stands up with a goofy smile on his face.

“I want you to know this, Y/N. I mean every word I just said. I love every part of you.” You nod slowly and he finally does what you’ve been waiting for. Steve kisses you softly before pulling away and beginning to run a shower. You stand there quietly until he’s done, and he motions for you to join him. Once the shower is warmed up, the two of you make your way in, simply staring at each other for the time being. Steve wraps his arms around your shoulders in a hug, the two of you just standing there silently under the water.

“I love you.” You murmur, some of your words blocked by his chest, the others getting through to him. Your fiance smiles and looks down at you, similar to the way he did outside.

“I love you too.” He gives you a kiss on the forehead before reaching behind you, grabbing your bottle of body wash and squirting some on his hand. Confusion crosses your eyes before he begins washing you, something he does every once in a while on special nights. Your fiance carefully moves his hands around your body, his actions calming from the very hectic day you had. He continues to do this with your shampoo and conditioner, movely slowly in order to not pull you from the beautiful land between sleep and consciousness. Once he finishes with you, Steve lets you rest against him as he takes care of his own shower routine. The one time he moves you is to rinse out your hair, making sure everything is out in order to not have to do it again. He knows how much you hate being woken up. 

~~~

Grabbing a towel, he carefully wraps it around your body, drying you off before repeating his actions on himself. The two of you exit the bathroom and you stand in the middle of the bedroom, your fiance moving around somewhere off to your right. Steve returns with his shirt and boxers for you to where, along with some boxers for himself. After getting dressed, the two of you brush your teeth and get ready for bed before finally falling into the wildly-made bed from this morning when the two of you were late. You cuddle into Steve’s side and wrap his arm around your shoulder, the man chuckling at your actions. The two of you sit there for a little longer before Steve turns to you.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“What did you say about kids earlier? After you asked about my eyes?” You stare up at him as you start to blush, and Steve nudges you to explain what you said.

“I said-” You pause. “I said that I hope our kids have your eyes.” You hear Steve gasp and you look down at his chest, the two of you never having the conversation of kids before.

“You-you want kids?” He asks, sitting up to be able to look you in the eyes.

“Of course I do! I’ve wanted them since forever, but back then, you said you were scared of them having your medical problems. And now it seems we kind of don’t have time for them with the whole saving the world thing and-” Steve cuts you off with a kiss, the both of you smiling and he pulls back first.

“I will make time for them.” He whispers, kissing you once more for good measure. “So,” He begins, sitting up a little straighter. “When do we want to start trying?”

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[star-spangled-steve]

His New Partner

Chapter 46: The Inevitable

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 2005

Warnings: Angst, death, tears, some fluff near the end, pregnancy, light cussing.

A/N: Yes, I’m back! I know that it’s been so, so long since I last updated and I’m very sorry for that. To be completely honest, this pandemic has been so draining and I just haven’t had the drive to write. But I finally buckled down and finished this chapter, and I’m hoping to get the rest of this series finished relatively quickly!

All morning Y/N had been worried sick about Steve. Yes, of course she was used to her husband partaking in tons of dangerous battles here and there, but time travel was a whole different ordeal.

She was walking through the halls of the Avengers Compound, having just arrived several minutes prior. She knew that Steve would call her as soon as he got back safely, it had been his promise to her. But Y/N was just too worried about him and decided to meet him face to face. As well as her other Avenger friends.

Y/N turned a corner and saw Steve already walking her way, a huge smile instantly breaking out on her face. She immediately ran as fast as she could, pregnancy belly in mind, to her other half.

“Steve.” She sighed in relief into his shoulder as soon as she embraced him.

He wrapped his arms around her in what he hoped was a comforting manner, but at this point he didn’t exactly know what to do at all.

“Oh, goodness. Thank God you’re okay.” Y/N told him tearfully. “I was worried sick about you.” She sniffled as she slightly pulled away. “Your poor face.”

All Steve could do was shrug as she lightly stroked the red mark on his cheek.

“And... wow, where did you get this?” She said as she patted his green Army uniform. “It’s pretty nice... pretty sexy actua-”

“Y/N.” Steve interrupted her, not being able to ignore the weight of what he had just found out.

His wife looked up at him, noticing how serious he suddenly was. “Yeah?”

Steve internally contemplated what the best way to break the news to her would be, and grabbed her right hand. “Follow me.”

Y/N, more confused than she was before, obediently followed him into one of the nearby office rooms. It was vacant, as everything was these days.

“Sit down.” He told her before doing the same, rolling his chair right up close to hers so that their knees were touching. “Okay, sweetheart, I need to tell you something very important. But I need you to promise me that no matter what, you will stay as calm as possible.” He evenly spoke to her.

“Okay, Steve, you’re really scaring me right now.”

“Y/N, I need you to promise me. Okay? Too much stress on the baby is not good and you know that.” He said, grabbing both of her hands in his.

“Yes, I promise, Steve. And I know.” She insisted, giving his hands a comforting squeeze. “Just tell me, please.”

The man took a deep breath before just letting it out. “Natasha didn’t make it back.”

Y/N shook her head confusedly. “Wait, what? Wha-Where is she? Can you go back and get her?” The woman spoke frantically, her breaths beginning to get laboured. This was her best friend that they were talking about.

Steve could see the tears in Y/N’s eyes, triggering his own.

“Y/N, she’s dead.” He choked out. “She sacrificed herself.”

“What? No. No, no, no, she can’t be dead.” The woman started to bawl, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth. “Steve.”

“I know. I know it’s hard, doll.” He told her as he stood up them up together, his heart breaking even more at how utterly devastated she looked. “C’mere.”

Y/N crashed into his chest, still mindful of her growing stomach. Steve’s arms wrapped around her shaking form as he slowly rocked their bodies back and forth, trying and calm her down in any way he could.

Memories of Natasha swarmed through both of their minds. Memories of how she was always there when they needed her, memories of how genuinely good of a person she was.

Y/N’s heavy sobs were a contrast to Steve’s silent tears.

“Shh, shh. Darling, you have to stay a little bit more calm. For the baby, okay?” The man cooed into her hair.

The man felt her nod against him before he slightly pulled back, cradling Y/N’s face in his hands.

“Nat sacrificed herself for half of the universe. Okay? She did this so we could bring everybody back. She knew exactly what she was doing.” He tried to comfort her.

“She’s a hero.” Y/N stated, sniffling.

“Damn right.” Steve nodded before pulling his wife back into his chest. “And we’re going to make her proud, baby.” He stated while stroking her hair. “I’ll make sure of it.”

*****

Y/N giggled as she looked down at her little boy playing with his blocks, trying to build a little tower out of them. She knew that she was never crazy for keeping all of his things, despite what the people around of her said. She knew that she was never crazy for having faith that baby Anthony James would return.

She was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that he was right there in front of her after all of those years of mourning. So many sleepless nights, bawling her eyes out into her husband’s shoulder as he rocked her back and forth, trying to keep his own tears at bay. And now here A.J. was, as adorable and as comforting to her as ever.

Despite how joyful Y/N was that her son had returned, there still was a looming sadness and a looming worry in the back of her head. Sadness for what had happened to her best friend just two days ago, and how she would never see her again, and worry for her husband who had left for the compound yesterday morning, and still hadn’t returned yet. She knew that the reason Steve had left was for them to finally assemble the new gauntlet, and snap their fingers to bring everybody back. Clearly the snap had worked, so what was taking him so long?

As if he had read her thoughts, Y/N heard the front door open and the familiar thump of combat boots on the floor, alerting her that her husband was finally home. She sighed out in relief before placing a kiss on her son’s head, using the couch behind her as leverage to stand her and her baby bump up, and running... well, waddling to the front door.

“Stevie, you’re home!” The woman grinned, but her expression quickly changed when she realized that he was not only wearing the same clothes from when he left yesterday, but also had tons of bruises all over his face and every other body part that was visible. “Wha-What happened to you?”

The man puffed out a breath, holding out his arms and beckoning his wife closer. “Come on, come give me a hug.” He insisted, desperately needing to feel her touch after what he had just experienced. Seeing Pepper kiss Tony one last time as he was dying really left a mark on him. He didn’t want to loose his partner the way that Pepper lost hers.

Y/N wrapped her arms around Steve’s waist and buried her face in his chest, thankful to have this peaceful moment until: “You stink.”

The man lightly chuckled at his wife’s words, knowing that she was in fact correct. “Yeah. Thanos didn’t let us go without a long fight.”

The woman separated to look him in the eye. “Thanos? But he’s dead.”

Steve sighed. “There was a mishap with the time particles. 2014 Thanos got a hold of them and used our own machinery to come here. We fought for hours; the whole compound is in ruins.” Y/N gasped at his words, and he continued. “I would’ve changed my clothes but any spare belongings we had there are gone. This is what I was wearing under the uniform.”

“Oh my god, Steve. Are you okay?” She asked worriedly, stepping back to give his body a once over.

“There’s a cut on the inside of my leg.” He pointed to his inner thigh. “And the shield is in pieces. But other than that, I’m okay. Alive.” Steve couldn’t help but feel guilty that some of his closest friends weren’t. “But we did it, babydoll.” He spoke, wrapping his arms around her to pull her closer again. “It’s finally over. We brought everyone back.”

The padding of little feet brought the couple’s attention elsewhere as baby A.J. came into view, making a huge smile light up on Y/N’s face. “Yeah.” She said, petting her son’s hair. “I know.”

“Dadda here!” The boy squealed, and Steve felt his heart swell in his chest. Tears instantly sprung into the man’s eyes as he let out a sob, leaning down to pick up his boy and bring him into his arms.

Steve was still amazed that Anthony could recognize him based off the pictures that Y/N had shown him alone, but he probably got his great memory from the serum being passed down through genetics, if Steve had to guess. “Hi, A.J.” The man smiled through his tears, bouncing his baby in his arms. “I missed you so much, little guy.”

“No more beard.” His son spoke, pressing his little palms on his dad’s cheeks. He was referring to the beard that Steve had grown five years ago while on the run, and was still sporting when he had first met A.J.

“Yeah, buddy. I shaved.” The man explained, though he knew that the toddler wouldn’t understand what he was saying anyways.

Little sniffles broke Steve out of his A.J.-infused trance and he looked over to where they came from, seeing his wife with her hands covering her mouth while crying.

“I’m sorry, it’s just...” she sniffled again, “you guys look so alike.” She stated in awe. “It’s so cute!”

Her husband chuckled before beckoning her closer. “C’mere, doll.”

Y/N curled into Steve’s side, bringing one of her hands up to stroke A.J.’s soft, chubby cheek. “My little family.” She spoke, sighing out contentedly. “All together. Finally.” Her voice broke at the last word, all of the pain from the last seven years flashing before her eyes. But that part of her life was over now. From now on it would only be happy memories, with both of her boys, and soon her new baby girl, by her side.

Steve looked down at the two, technically three people that he loved the most in the world all surrounding him, and felt like the luckiest man in the universe. “A.J., did your mama tell you that you have a new baby sister coming?” He questioned, so excited to see his son be the best big brother ever.

“Yes!” Anthony cheered. “Mama said she in her belly!”

Steve nodded, laughing at how cute his kid was. “That’s right.” He pressed a kiss to A.J.’s forehead, and then to Y/N’s, before whispering in her ear: “This is the most incredible moment.”

She looked up at him with a smile and whispered back: “I know.”

The man debated on whether or not this was the right time to tell his wife about Tony’s death. It felt wrong to lie to her, to pretend that everything was okay, but he really didn’t want to spoil the moment. They hadn’t felt this at peace in so many years, and he just wanted to hold onto that a little bit longer.

‘Tonight.’ He told himself. ‘Later tonight I’ll tell her.’

Steve knew that she would scream and cry, just as she did for Natasha, and it was completely justified for her to do so. He wished that he just could’ve tried a bit harder in the battle, and maybe Tony would still be here, but he also knew that-that was a lie.

Everything that had happened up until this moment was inevitable. All that Steve could do now was live with it, and make sure that nothing would ever happen to anyone he cared about again.

Both Tony and Natasha sacrificed themselves so that families all around the universe could reconnect and have a moment just like he was having right now. And Steve was going to bask in this beautiful moment for as long as he could.

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More than my property

Summary: Steve is torn between keeping you his dirty secret and being a good financèe for another woman.

Pairing: Alpha!Mobster!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Bucky Barnes

Warnings: angst, abo, abo dynamics, mobster au, claiming, knotting, scenting, smut, unprotected sex, possessive Steve, mentions of cheating, unrequited love, sad reader, scared reader, dominant Steve, mentions of mobster business, unplanned pregnancy, arguments, violence against a door

A/N: Prompt was AU angst/smut with Steve so I chose to make him a mobster and an Alpha.

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“Steve, you need to leave, please.” Only opening the door wide enough to poke your head out you try to not give in to the blue-eyed Alpha. “Go back to her, Steve. I can’t do this any longer.”

“Y/N, let me in.” His voice soft, but determined Steve presses one palm against the wall to poke his head in. “You’re mine…”

“No, I am not and that’s the problem, Alpha. You come here for over three years and use me whenever you are in rut as your precious Peggy can’t give you what you need, as you can’t make her bear your lust and your dominant side.” Sniffling you wipe the tears with your sleeve.

“I will not repeat myself, Omega. Let me in.” Full dangerous mobster and dominant Alpha now Steve tries to make you submit once again. “Y/N, you are still my girl.”

A high cupped sob leaves your lips and the tears fall even harder. “I am not your girl, Stevie…” Your nickname for him leaving your lips let his features soften for a moment.

“She is. When you are with her, living your glamorous life I am long forgotten till your next rut.”

“Omega, you are my precious girl, but you know I can’t go public. This is not…” Sighing Steve tries to make you see his position but this time, you can’t give in.

“Yeah, sure…” Glancing up at the tall Alpha you give him a cracked smile. “The poor student living in a shady apartment is not worth being showed. I am only your dirty little secret, but I can’t stay unclaimed forever, Stevie. I need more than you can give me…” Sniffling you hand him the phone he gave you.

“It’s yours…you can’t just…” His eyes land on the small bag with the few things he gave you as you drop it to his feet.

“Nothing is mine, Steve. I love you…” Steve’s heart beats faster at your confession. “…but it breaks me to watch you leave every time you had what you came for. There are no cuddling or loving words after; only before to lull me into the illusion you care for me, but you don’t care at all…”

“I care…a lot…” Shaking your head you point toward your upper arm. You are wearing an oversized shirt so you can easily shove the sleeve up to show Steve an ugly bruise. “Who did this?”

“Last week, an Alpha grabbed me and tried to touch me. He could as you weren’t there…” Sobbing you shove the sleeve back down. “I called you Steve, three times as I felt someone following me, but you refused to take my call.”

“I was at a meeting…” Steve lies, you can see it in his eyes. “I am so sorry, doll…”

“No, you’re not, Stevie. I needed your help, but you were out with her. With the woman, you have repeatedly told me you are not in love with but…” Grabbing the magazine you toss it into Steve’s face.

“Y/N…” Laughing bitterly you shake your head.

“You hold her hand, kiss her cheek on those pictures. This doesn’t look like an arranged engagement Steve. This looks like you coming to me to shelter your Omega from getting hurt during your ruts as she’s precious to you and I am disposable…”

When the door slams shut Steve knocks repeatedly, but you lock the door and walk away.

“Punk, you look like shit. Was the sex bad this time?” Teasing his friend Bucky looks up at your window and his throat tightens. He can watch you wipe away more tears and it let his heart clench in his chest. “Shit…”

“What? She rejected me, sent me away, Buck. Y/N believes I only use her during my ruts or something.” Grumbling Steve looks at his hands. “Said I do not care at all.”

“True, Steve. Look at the shithole she calls her home. It’s shady and even worse, dangerous for an unclaimed Omega.” Blinking Bucky watches you close the curtains.

Wide-eyed Steve looks at his friend, gulping a few times. “I thought it’s not that bad.”

Snorting Bucky shakes his head. “Steve, only as no one got killed next to her apartment doesn’t mean she’s safe here. Smirking Bucky licks his lips as Steve slams his hands onto the dashboard.

“How do you want to know, Buck? I haven’t seen her for months…oh…” Glancing at his friend Steve snarls. “Right, you were watching her for me.”

“As ordered I made sure your girl is safe. Good thing I followed her or that Alpha would have done more than scaring her.” Bucky growls in response. “I brought her home and made her tea.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“She asked me not to do so. The poor girl went out to eat ice cream and got attacked.” Rubbing his forehead Steve looks up at your window.

“Maybe she found someone else and that’s the reason Y/N wants me out of her life.” Grumbling Steve looks at your apartment once again.

“When, punk? I can tell she only leaves for work or to study, comes back here and stays at home. She only left to visit a bookstore and to buy groceries…” Looking at his notebook Bucky flips through the pages.

“Oh, on Friday she was at her doctors’ practice again and that’s it. Y/N doesn’t have the time to find an Alpha…” Bucky exclaims.

“Wait…doctor? Is she sick? What kind of doctor did she see?” Panting Steve takes the notebook out of his friends’ hands to have a look at your doctor’s name.

“Gynecologist. She goes to her every few weeks as much as I can say. Isn’t that normal?” Blinking Bucky must watch his friend jump out of the car to run toward your apartment. “I guess not…”

“Y/N, Omega!” Growling Steve slams his fists into your door. “Open the door or I’ll kick it open.” Frozen to the spot you start shaking as Steve gets more aggressive.

“I will destroy it!”

“No…” Whimpering the word you want to rush toward the bedroom, but the door flies open as Steve used all his strength to get into your apartment.

“Omega…” His eyes land on your belly and you wrap your arms around your body, shaking in fear as the angry Alpha steps closer.

“Mine…” With shaking fingers Steve wants to reach out for you but you instinctively flinch away to protect your pup.

“Steve, she’s frightened of you.” Closing the door, well what’s left of it Bucky tries to calm his friend. “A pregnant Omega is vulnerable and easily frightenend when an aggressive Alpha threatens her pup.”

Hearing Steve knows about the baby you look up at him in fear. Tears spill out of your eyes and your lips start to quiver.

“Please don’t hurt my baby. You don’t need to feel responsible. It’s my fault…” Sniffling you try to steady your body as your legs threaten to give in. “I swear I won’t tell anyone.”

“Y/N…god…” Steve’s arms wrap around your scared form and you bury your face into his chest. “I won’t harm you or my pup, doll.” Shushing you Steve nods at Bucky and his friend silently leaves your apartment. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Whimpering you shudder as his hands move up and down your back. “I…I know my place, Steve. I am only an easy lay for you and men never marry the side-girl. They stay with the rich and pretty woman at their side.”

“You’re mine, Omega. This is my pup, and no one can have you.” Having Peggy by his side had its advantage but here is the Omega he wants, pregnant with his pup.

“I…I am not yours, Stevie. You need to go before the landlord calls the cops and everyone gets to know you were at my apartment.” Pointing toward the destroyed door you try to part your body from Steve’s.

“I’ll handle this on my own like everything else over the last three years. It’s not that I ever felt like I am having an Alpha…” A low snarl leaves Steve’s throat and you gasp as he presses you against the wall.

There is a dangerous glint in those blue eyes, and you look at the door, asking yourself if you can make it for a run or not.

“Don’t you dare to think to get away from me, Omega…” Teeth gritted Steve looks at you. “You are mine, my property…”

“I am nothing you can own, Mr. Rogers. I want you to go now…” In an attempt to get him off you, you press your hands weakly against his chest. “I can’t be with you any longer. You are going to get married in three weeks according to the magazine…”

“I won’t give you up.”

“Shall I be your whore or rather a dirty secret for three more years? Shall I tell your son he’s the result of your need to get off? What shall I do, Stevie?” Sniffling you ball your hands into fists.

“What can a woman do when the man she loves doesn’t love her back?” Crying bitterly, you refuse to meet Steve’s eyes. “Tell me and I do so…”

“I want you to go to your bedroom and wait for me. Bucky will stay and make sure you are safe. I’ll be back in an hour or two. Don’t you dare to run away from your Alpha.” Steve’s face is stoic, but his eyes are softer now.

“I’ll make you see you are more than my property.” Pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your neck he hums against you. “Eat something and wait for me, pretty girl. I promise to come back as fast as possible.”

You nod in agreement, wanting nothing more than for Steve to leave. If only Bucky is around, you might have the chance to sneak out when he’s not looking.

“You know…” Smirking Steve cups your cheek to press his lips to yours. “Bucky will not let you go. That punk knows you are my girl.”

“Stevie…” Pecking your lips again he purrs for you and for a moment you let him pretend he’s genuinely interested in you. “Just…”

“I’ll be back…”

“Can’t you just let me go? I could sleep at my mom’s place or something…” Whining you look at Bucky who sits right in front of your door, a big grin plastered all over his face.

“Nope. Can’t do so, doll. Sit on your couch, eat the food I brought and tell me about the pup.” Bucky is a nice guy, even saved you but right now, you want to strangle him.

“Please, Bucky. You know he doesn’t even like me. Steve only used me to get off.” Sniffling you fall onto your couch, slamming your fists into the pillow. “I can’t hide in the shadows only for him to feel like a potent Alpha able to knot two Omega’s…”

“Doll…” Sighing Bucky points toward the food. “Eat something, Darling. Stevie will be back soon, and you can talk to your Alpha.”

“NO! I can’t!” Yelling you toss the Chinese food at Bucky, but he is faster and dodges your attack.

“Don’t you get it, Bucky? He’s not my Alpha and never will be. I am only a valve to release some pressure. Nothing else. Maybe he even plans to take the baby away from me and give it to her…” Spatting the words you glare at the tall Alpha. “He never said it…”

“Said what, doll?” Getting up to sit next to you Bucky searches your face.

“I told him that I love him, Bucky. He never said it back. That’s what I am to him. A thing he can own, use and let rot in a corner till he wants to play with it again. For over four months he didn’t even call…”

“Y/N, we had a lot of shit going on over the last months. The was an attack and we had to strike back. Steve, he ordered his best man to look after you.” Smirking Bucky looks at you. “Me, doll.”

“Why should he do this when he didn’t even answer my call that night?” Voice cracking you look at the mobster next to you, waiting for his response.

“Stevie, he’s a complicated man. Very dominant, very powerful and dangerous. With Peggy, he’s always cold and only touches her to make sure everyone believes she’s the obedient trophy she should be…”

“Trophy?”

“Steve, he took over her father’s empire and she was the most priced possession. Stevie doesn’t feel passion or love for her. But with you…” Bumping his shoulder against yours, Bucky snickers.

“Did you see how his shoulders slumped every time you rejected him?” Chuckling Bucky glances at Steve entering your apartment. “Girl, you’ve got that tall and dangerous man wrapped around your pinky. Now let him kneel and earn your forgiveness…”

Bucky leaves the apartment and you look at Steve who fights with a huge bouquet of roses. “I…uh…” Clearing his throat Steve tries to tame the dominant Alpha. “I want to congratulate you on having my pup.”

“That’s not…” Glancing at the flowers you want to snicker, remembering Bucky’s words. “You can congratulate Peggy when she conceived your pup.” Lips pursed you watch Steve getting closer. He’s cursing under his breath and you snicker this time.

“You see…I … I set Peggy free. Her father agreed to give me one more club and she was allowed to go home.” Scratching his chin Steve sits next to you. “I will let Sam pack your stuff and you will come with me…right now!”

Done with playing Steve wraps you into the blanket on your couch before he picks you up to carry you out of your apartment.

“Steve! Stevie let me down!” Wiggling in his grip you snarl at him but the mobster shrugs, nodding at Sam on his way out.

“Get all her shit! Do not forget anything and then, bring it to the Mansion. I’ll have to check on my pregnant wildcat.” This time Steve snickers, and you shiver as his hold on you tightens.

“Bucky is right, you have me wrapped around your pinkie, but you will do as your Alpha says from now on. No more talking back. The moment I put my mark on your neck, you’ll have to submit to me.” Purring he nuzzles your cheek and you can feel your body react to his strong scent.

“I…I never said I’ll let you claim me…” Stubborn you purse your lips but Steve ignores your ministrations to fight him. While Bucky opens the door to the backseat for Steve you wiggle in his grip but it’s useless.

“Wildcat for sure…” Snickering Bucky watches you fight his friend. “You have a lot of work to do to tame this Omega…”

“I’ll make her my good girl tonight. I bet she will purr like a kitten for me…” Smirking Steve nips at your shoulder and you slap his cheek. “You will regret you hit your Alpha…”

“No…” Gasping you feel his hold tighten once again and you know the dangerous look he gives you is his final warning. “You left me alone…”

“I had my reasons, Y/N. Now act like an adult and sit on my lap. Be a good girl…” Snarling he watches you wiggle on his lap until you finally find a suitable position. His large palm presses your head to his chest, and you don’t fight the mobster.

“Much better, Y/N. You will learn to follow my orders…”

Scrambling away you feel two strong arms drag you back toward the edge of the bed. Before you can fight him Steve reveals your swollen belly. He’s purring at the sight and his lips place a soft kiss above your belly button.

“You smell so good, doll. Missed you, your scent and this tight little cunt wrapped around my knot. Do you know how hard it was not to come to you?” Shaking your head, you watch Steve drag your panties down.

He’s vibrating against you before he dives in to nuzzle your mound. “Had to stay away to make sure no one hurts my girl.”

“Stevie…” Gasping you feel his tongue lap at your slick folds. “Please…just…” Your body is ready to give in, craves nothing more than the closeness of your pup’s father.

“Look at this pussy, made for me and waiting to get filled…” He’s lazily sliding his tongue through your folds, not giving you enough to find release but to make you whimper with every stroke of his skilled muscles. “Say it and you will get what you need…”

“I am yours…” Cursing you spread your thighs and Steve crawls between your legs to nudge at your slit. “Alpha…”

Two fingers pressed to your lips Steve smirks, just slowly sliding his digits into your mouth as he lines up with your entrance.

“Such a good girl now. You know…” He’s sliding into you, bottoming out with one forceful thrust.

“I need to make you feel me for days.” Pecking your neck, he starts to rut into you, slow but with enough force to take your breath away. “But I’ll be gentle this time, doll. You are having my pup after all…”

Steve rolls his hips slow, gentle to make you feel the drag against your walls with every long stroke.

His lips caress your collarbone and you dig your nails into his left shoulder to hold tight onto him.

While you slide your hand through his hair he moans against you, enjoying the gentle gesture. He returns it with soft kisses and little nibble at your skin while his cock slides into you with more force.

“You’ll be mine…always mine…” Calling out his name, along with curses you meet his thrusts. “My Omega…my wife…my love…”

Eyes closed you whimper at his words and he smirks against your skin. “I think you like the idea, doll. You just squeezed me tight enough to choke me.”

“Stevie…” Panting you fist his hair as your high is too close. “Please…” Urged on by your pleas he speeds up, does anything to press your orgasm out of you before his knot pops open.

“I want your knot, Alpha…”

Steve loses it. His hands move to your thighs to control your body as his thrusts become erratic and you are on the edge of your release.

“I love you, Y/N…” His words let you cry out in pleasure and you are sure he felt it in his bones that you submitted to him as his cum floats your belly the moment you tilt your head.

“Mine…” Teeth sink into your neck and you feel euphoria push you over the edge once again. “Doll…fuck…”

“So…” Glancing at your claiming mark Bucky smirks. “She agreed to stay?”

“My girl stays at my house and is going to marry me, after I proposed of course. I mean…” Fumbling a box with a ring out of his jacket Steve looks at you.

“When did you get this?” Looking at the beautiful ring you smile as it’s not the one Peggy wore.

“I said I need one hour or two, doll. I drove to the jeweler to get the ring I ordered and back.” Stammering you look at Steve. “I thought you called things off with Peggy while you were away…”

“Y/N, I called things off with her weeks ago. We had to wait for her father to agree to my terms for her freedom. He doesn’t know I would’ve let her go either way.” Smirking Steve steps closer to wrap his arms around you.

“Gotcha in my claws and I’ll never let you go.”

You don’t know if it’s a promise or a threat but to be with your Alpha, the father of your pup you’ll accept he’s dominant and dangerous.

“Love you Alpha…”

“I love you too, Y/N but…” Biting your neck Steve snickers. “You will learn to follow my orders. As my wife, you need to be aware bad people are wanting to hurt me.”

“I’ll listen to you. At least when it comes to danger…” Giggling you turn in his embrace. “But for the rest, I’ll make sure I am more than your property…”

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