#captian america oneshot

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The beginning of the end...?

Pairing ⇒ Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader x Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes

Word count ⇒ 5.6K

Summary ⇒ Steve and Bucky are planning on proposing, but as they're doing this, they don't realize the two of them are giving you the feeling you're not worthy of them. As soon as they find out, their behavior completely changes, and before you know it, you have two super soldiers down on their knees, asking you to marry them.

Rating ⇒ Explicit (E)

Warnings ⇒ Polyamorous relationship, use of nicknames (Princess, Printsessa),

Angst ⇒ Hurt/comfort, references to anxiety and insecurity.

Smut ⇒ MMF threesome, D/S undertones, sensory play/deprivation (blindfold), discussion of safewords, size kink, dirty talk, oral (F receiving), nipple play, fingering (anal/vaginal), double penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, implied aftercare

Request ⇒ Anon I don’t know if you write this but could you maybe write a story about bucky x Steve x y/n or reader what you prefer. That they are in a relationship but reader feels left out because Steve and bucky go way back together so she thinks they wanne break up while the boys are planning to propose. So reader distance herself more and more while the boys have no clue. In the end they propose to her but I want a good angsty/ fluff story

A/n -> Thank you so much for this beautiful request, sweet Nonnie! I want to thank @buckys-wintersoldier for helping me develop the title, and I want to say thank you to @late-to-the-party-81 for helping me whilst writing this, as well as for your feedback while proofreading. You helped me bring this fic to the next level, and I deeply appreciate it! ❤️

A/n 2.0 ⇒ My requests are open again! Please consider that I only have 24 hours in my day, so it might take a while to get the new requests posted, but I expect to post them around February/March. I'll be looking forward to what you will all come up with, and I can't wait to start writing requests again ❤️

Events Masterlist ⇒ @buckybarnesevents ⇒ BaBB061: December ⇒ Sensory Play/ Deprivation Masterlist ⇒ @stuckybingo ⇒ Kink: Size kink Masterlist ⇒ @lgbtqbingo ⇒ Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers Masterlist ⇒ @marvel-smash-bingo ⇒ ''I love to see you lying there like that.''

Banners: @vase-of-lilies ⇒ Divider: @firefly-graphics ⇒ Photo: Source

Main Masterlist ⇒ Stucky Masterlist

Something between the three of you has shifted. You don't know how, why, or when, but it has. And with that, your anxiety has gone through the roof as well. Steve and Bucky have been spending more time with each other than with you lately, which is strange since they usually can't keep their hands off of you, or each other for that matter. Even though all three of you still sleep in the same bed at night, it doesn't feel the same and you're starting to feel like a third wheel in your relationship. After all, they've known each other for almost a century.

You're watching a movie with only Steve because Bucky is on an undercover mission and is unreachable for at least a week. However, even though you have chosen the movie, you're not watching it. Your eyes look at the TV, but your brain doesn't register what's happening as you're so lost in your thoughts.

"Is everything okay, Princess?" Steve asks when he notices you've been zoned out for a while.

"Yeah, just tired," you say and fake a yawn, getting up to go to bed despite still being early in the evening. Steve looks at you with worry when you stand, but he leaves it be for now; he figures that if something's wrong, you'll come to him.

"Okay, sleep well, Princess," he says in a soft, defeated voice, and your heart aches at the sound, but you will your legs to walk to the bedroom and curl into the comforter on your bed. Not long after, you feel the mattress dip beside you, and Steve cuddles up to you under the heavy comforter. You let out a small sigh as you feel his muscular chest press against your back. Steve places a few soft kisses on your shoulder before he whispers something to you, under the impression you're asleep.

"I love you, Princess. I'm sorry we have to do it this way, but it'll be for the best," he says. With those words, he lays his head down, and you're fighting against your tears. This confirms it for you. He's just being nice to you now because Bucky's not here, waiting for him to return so they can break up with you together. It'll always be them against the world, and they don't have a place inside that world for you.

To save yourself from most of the pain, you decide to spend more time with others or alone in your room instead of with Steve, and while you notice the sad look on his face, he also doesn’t come to you.

"Princess, can we talk for a minute?" Steve asks as you walk into the kitchen to grab some breakfast. He's leaning against the counter in tight sweatpants and an even tighter shirt. You feel a wave of arousal course through your veins and between your legs, as you look him up and down, admiring his physique. You don’t let it distract you from the matter as you prepare for the talk he’s about to have with you.

"Sure, Steve," you say with a slight smile, hoping it looks sincere.

When you have your breakfast ready, he leads you to your bedroom, where you sit on your couch. He takes his place next to you, almost taking up half the sofa with the broad shoulders you love so much -where you scrape your nails when he's fucking your brains out. But that's not what you're thinking of right now, no. Right now, you're bracing yourself for what's to come; the inevitable is here, you think.

"As you know, Bucky is coming home from the mission tomorrow, and I was thinking of surprising him with a relaxing evening with the three of us. A nice home-cooked dinner, a relaxing bath, maybe even a blanket fort and a movie," he says as he looks at you expectantly.

"I- I think I have plans tomorrow night, sorry," you say, and you look at your food, unable to look Steve in the eye right now because if you do, you're sure he'd see that you're not telling the truth.

"Princess, can you please look at me?" Steve asks in a soft voice, and that's what pushes you over the edge, the tears streaming down your face while you sob uncontrollably. Steve reaches for you and pulls you into his lap, whispering soothing words and kissing you again on your temple.

"It's okay, Princess, I've got you," he says, and you can't help but feel incredibly guilty that he's doing this.

"C'mon, let's get a little more comfortable on the bed," he says as he lifts you up and carries you there before sitting with you in his lap. The two of you stay like that until you calm down and surrender to his warmth, feeling safe in his strong arms.

"I'm sorry…" you croak out, and it's a good thing he has super soldier hearing otherwise, you doubt he would hear you.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Princess," he says as he wipes your tears, and after a little while, you agree to welcome Bucky home tomorrow night, just like you always do when one or both of them come home from a mission.

Bucky is coming home today, and you feel both happy and anxious. What if he doesn't greet you the same way he always does? Or what if he only wants to see Steve? Your mind is going into overdrive the closer he gets to finally being home, but you're trying to keep yourself together, not wanting to breakdown like you did with Steve yesterday. When the Quinjet is on approach, you shoot Steve a quick text to see if he's coming, but he says he's wrapped up in a meeting for a while and that you can go alone, so you do.

As you walk to the hangar, you ball your fists up by your sides to relieve some of the anxiety you're feeling, but all you do is break the skin and leave crescent moons in the palms of your hands. You hope Bucky won't see them. When the Quinjet lands and Bucky walks out, you see him searching for both you and Steve. If he's disappointed only to be greeted by you, he doesn't show it. He runs over to you with a slight jog and a smile on his face before picking you up and hugging you tightly.

"Hi, Printsessa! I can't believe how much I've missed you these past few weeks, and I'm sorry I couldn't contact you sooner," he says as he puts you down and grabs your face softly with his big, calloused hands.

"I love you so much, and I can't wait for our blanket fort tonight," he continues before capturing your lips in a soft kiss, which quickly turns passionate as you let yourself melt into Bucky's touch. When he pulls away, you’re smiling too. You're happy he's home because seeing Bucky somehow makes you forget all your anxieties for just a moment or two.However, as you walk back to the Compound, and Bucky tries to hold your hand, you pull away and he stops dead in his tracks, looking at you with a raised brow. Shit.

"What's going on, Printsessa? Did you hurt your hand or something?" he asks and with a small tear rolling down your face, you unfold the palms of your hands, showing him the damage you've done to them. You don't know how or why, but Bucky seems to catch onto things a lot faster than Steve did, as he immediately figures out it's because they have been spending less time with you lately.

"Is- Is this because of us? Because Steve and I are busier with work lately?" he asks softly. He told Steve this was likely to happen and now that it has he feels worse than ever. With a slight nod, you wordlessly answer his question, and his heart feels like it is shattering as he clutches you to his chest. He holds you as close as he can and repeatedly says the word ‘sorry’.

"I-It's okay," you croak out, still crying into his chest. Suddenly, you feel a powerful, broad chest against your back and one more pair of warm hands rubbing your sides to calm you down. Although you don’t see it, Bucky shoots Steve a look of ’I told you so!’ over your shoulder. They're both feeling sorry, even though this was the only way to organize the extraordinary thing they have planned for you.

"Shall we go inside, and take a bath together, Printsessa? After that, we can build the blanket fort, watch a movie, and cuddle," Bucky offers. You nod into his chest, but you're not letting him go, so he picks you up with no effort and carries you inside.

Bathtime with your two super soldiers is always lovely, especially since you have a custom bathtub  that fits all three of you perfectly. Steve lets the water run and puts some of your favorite scented bubbles in while Bucky undresses you with kisses on each piece of skin that he reveals.

"God, I can't believe I've missed out on this for so long, Printsessa," he says, and you can't help but preen because of his words. As his lips find your pulse point, sucking softly but still hard enough to leave a bruise, you let out a small moan.

His hands are squeezing the flesh of your butt and spreading them at the same time, giving Steve a little show as he undresses you. Both of them are incredibly hard and when you feel both their dicks press against your body, you can't help but throw your head back against Steve's shoulder.

"Please," you beg softly, although you’re unsure what you're actually begging for. Both men decide not to make you wait any longer, so Steve pulls you close to his chest while Bucky sinks to his knees in front of you. At the sight of Bucky ready to worship you, you clench around nothing, and Steve's warm breath by your ear makes goosebumps appear across your neck. His arms are hooked under yours, cupping both your breasts as Bucky lifts your leg, hooking it over his shoulder before diving into your dripping pussy. You moan loudly.

"Look at that, Princess, look at how perfect he looks between these delicious thighs of yours," Steve growls in your ear, and it all only serves to arouse you even further, bringing you closer to your orgasm. His fingers find your pebbled nipples, rolling and tugging them, drawing soft whines from your lips. Bucky has both of your thighs in a grip that's sure to leave bruises, but the slight discomfort only leaves you wanting more. More of him. More of Steve. More of everything.

"God, you're just such an easy little slut for us, aren't you? We get you naked, and suddenly, you're like a lost puppy who doesn't know what to do," Steve drawls with a slight smirk. At the same time, Bucky lets his tongue alternate between dipping into your entrance and stimulating your clit, until you're right on the edge. That's when he pulls away without any warning.

"You didn't think we'd let you cum that easy, did you?" Bucky teases, and you can feel the disappointment washing over you. However, it doesn't last long because Steve's lips find their way onto your neck as his hands wander to your waist before turning you around to face him.

"Don't worry, Princess, we'll make up for it in the bath, but you'll have to trust us, alright? We’ll make you feel like you're flying. We’ll make love to you until all you can think about is Bucky and me giving you more pleasure than you ever thought you could feel," he tells you, his bright blue eyes sparkling at the thought of what's to come. However, just as you think he's about to lead you into the bath, he reaches for something on the counter that you didn't see earlier: a blindfold.

"If you're okay with it, I'm going to blindfold you when we're in the bath. We’ll be constantly with you, and make sure nothing happens that you're not okay with, Princess. We’re going to use the traffic light system for this. Can you explain what it means?" he asks patiently, and you nod in response.

"Green means that I'm good, that you can continue what you're doing, and that I'm enjoying it. Yellow means that I might be getting uncomfortable with something, so we stop and have a check-in to see what we can do differently before continuing. Red means I have reached a limit and that I want to stop with what we're doing. This will end the entire scene for everyone, and we’ll move on to aftercare," you tell him, just like you have done so many times before.

Despite this, Steve and Bucky want you to say it to them, whether you're just with one of them or all three of you are together. They’re always mindful of your well-being, both physical and emotional, and they keep an extra eye out for you during moments like these.

''Good girl,'' Bucky tells you and with that all three of you get into the bath. They let you get used to the warmth of the water and softness of the bubbles first, the blindfold still lying on the small table next to the large tub.You're leaning against Steve's chest with your legs stretched out and Bucky gently massages your feet to relax you. They want all your anxiety gone, your mind eased.

Steve joins in, his skilled hands slowly massaging your thighs and a groan falls from your lips when he finds a rather sensitive spot, making him smirk. After they massage your limbs for another ten to fifteen minutes, the two super soldiers share a look,Steve immediately knowing what Bucky is thinking. Bucky leans forward, happily pulling you into his lap and getting you settled as he peppers your neck and jaw with kisses and love bites.

''Are you ready, Printsessa? Steve is going to blindfold you when you're ready, and we're hoping you can take both of us today at the same time. How do you feel about that?'' Bucky explains to you as he looks at you, happy when he doesn’t find any sign of discomfort on your face.

''I feel good about it, Bucky; I want to feel both of you inside me,'' you reply, and immediately after, you're blindfolded, the world around you entirely dark. You can hear the soft background music that Steve turned on, and you can feel two sets of hands roaming over your body. Bucky's metal hand is a stark contrast to his flesh one, even in the water as they roam over your thighs before slipping between them, finding your clit effortlessly.

You gasp at the feeling of the metal on your sensitive nub, and you arch your back, pressing your bare breasts against his chest; your butt is now presented beautifully for Steve, who has both of his hands kneading the flesh as he enjoys the sight in front of him. Your hole is on display, but before he moves to work you open, he needs to hear your consent first.

''Color?'' he asks, and you reply with an immediate green. He reaches to the side of the tub and retrieves a small bottle of silicone-based lube. He flips the top open with his thumb, and you softly gasp at the click. Steve squirts some onto his fingers, ready to start opening you up. He moves his hand to your rim with a soft hum, massaging it with his fingertips until it is relaxed enough to push the tip of his index finger in, working you open slowly. Bucky moves his hand from your clit to your entrance, pushing in two fingers at once. The pleasure you were already feeling heightens immensely.

''Look at you, Printsessa, you're doing so good for us,'' Bucky tells you as he keeps visually checking in with Steve. They know you can handle it but don't want to overwhelm you, so they're extra careful with you. They're both big and they don't want to hurt you accidentally, so caution is necessary. When Steve manages to slip a second lubed finger into you, you wince, and both men immediately stop everything they're doing.

''Color?'' Steve asks. 

''Yellow,'' you breathe out. You're having to adjust to him being inside you, but the blindfold over your eyes is making everything more intense.

''I-I need to adjust a little, with the blindfold- I'm just a little more nervous than usual,'' you tell them, and they understand. You take a few deep breaths, giving your body time to get used to what your boyfriends are doing. As you relax, you tell them you’re ‘green,’ and they carefully pick up where they left off. More pleasure blooms through your abdomen as Bucky works a third finger into your pussy, and a loud moan escapes from you as your nails dig into his shoulders.

''Fuck! You both feel so good inside of me,'' you tell them with a broad smile, and you even begin to rock yourself back and forth now that the nerves have disappeared and your confidence has increased. While you were still a little on edge at first, you've now found your footing, and you can feel your orgasm building once more.

''Yeah? Just imagine how you feel when we're both buried deep inside of you, Printsessa, both of our cocks splitting you open as you fall apart on them. Thrusting in and out before we fill you up until both of your holes are dripping with our cum,'' Bucky tells you, and you moan at his words, wanting nothing more than to be filled by them.

''Are you going to cum for us, Princess? Are you cumming on our fingers?'' Steve growls behind you, and with a scream of their names you do, your boyfriends working you through your orgasm with expert precision. They praise you endlessly and prepare you for what's to come. When you come down from your high and are ready for what’s next, Bucky slides down into the bath until the water reaches his shoulders.You straddle him, finding the perfect position so that Steve can also slide in.

''How's this, Printsessa? Are you comfortable?'' Bucky asks, your hands resting on his chest for balance. It's not uncomfortable, but the shift requires you to adjust slightly to avoid falling over onto Bucky.

''Perfect,'' you tell him, and he leans up to kiss you softly. As he does, you hear a soft growl coming from Steve behind you. Your ass has lifted slightly, now only just beneath the surface, as he's admiring where he's about to slide into in a few moments.

''I love to see you lying there like that,'' Steve tells you, and you smile into the kiss with Bucky. When you pull away and sit down, you can feel his length between your thighs, now grown to total hardness. Steve reaches into the water to find Bucky's cock and lube it up; they don’t want to hurt you, after all. Bucky lets out a loud moan as Steve strokes his hand up and down a few times before lining Bucky’s cock up with your pussy. The sensation of his tip against your clit makes you moan as well. Your head falls back as you sink down onto Bucky's length, feeling it stretch you inch by inch.

''Color?'' Steve asks as you sink to the hilt, Bucky's tip hitting your sweet spot.It makes you see stars and your nails scratch his chest in an attempt to ground yourself.

''So fucking green,'' you bite out as you start to grind down on Bucky, whose hands are on your hips to guide your movements. With every thrust back in, you can feel Bucky everywhere, and the fact you can't see makes the experience ten times better. Steve is enjoying the sight in front of him as he generously spreads the lube over his cock. He has ensured you’re adequately prepped, but it will still be a stretch, and he wants it to be pleasurable for you both. After a few minutes of slow grinding on Bucky’s cock, you feel Steve's hands stopping you. He lines himself up to your other hole, which welcomes him in with little resistance.

A loud groan leaves Steve's lips as he carefully thrusts into you, keeping a close eye on your reactions as your body gets used to him. Bucky's eyes are trained on your face as well and he gently tucks some of your hair behind your ear. Your chest heaves up and down at the feeling of both men filling you, but the pleasure only intensifies with every passing second. When Steve slides all the way in with a groan, both men still for a moment, letting you adjust again.

''What's your color?'' Bucky asks you. The blindfold is slightly damp from the sweat dripping off your forehead, but you wouldn't change this moment for the world. Your mouth is slack as you get used to the feeling of fullness; being taken like this by your boyfriends isn't something to take lightly, after all.

''Green,'' you tell them eventually, and with that, Steve sets a slow pace that has all three of you moaning loudly as pleasure courses through your bodies. It doesn't take long for you to fall over the edge of another orgasm; your body was already near the edge from the time Bucky had slid in. With a long, broken moan, you work yourself over their cocks, trying to be the one to set the pace even though you barely have the strength to hold yourself up. 

''Let us do the work, Printsessa; you relax. Just enjoy how we make you feel,'' Bucky says, and you nod. You let yourself sink against him, and Steve slides out to change positions, too, so he can be the one to do most of the work right now. He doesn't mind, and as he slides back in with ease, he almost immediately sets a pace that makes both you and Bucky moan loudly.

''Look at you, Princess, your tight holes are welcoming us so beautifully.You look so perfect between us as we fuck you into oblivion,'' Steve says. You’re so small that your body is now completely covered by both men. Steve can feel himself throb inside you, his orgasm nearing fast now and a glance at Bucky lets him know the other man feels the same. It doesn't take long for them to cum inside you, filling you with every last drop of their cum. Once their breathing returns to normal, they carefully pull out, one after the other.

They shift you so that your back is against Steve's chest at the side of the tub, and Bucky kneels in front of you. His long, skilled fingers untie the knot behind your head with ease, and when the blindfold falls away, you look into his eyes, which are filled with love.

''Welcome back, Printsessa,'' he says before kissing your lips gently. 

After your bath, all three of you step out of the tub, and your boyfriends dry you off before seeing to themselves. Bucky picks you up, towel and all, and carries you to the bed for much-needed cuddles. When he puts you down, he dresses you in a pair of panties and one of his henleys. He grabs a pair of sweatpants for himself while Steve gets the blanket fort ready to celebrate another successful mission.

''We're fortunate to have you as our girlfriend, you know that?'' Bucky says, peppering your face with kisses as you sit sideways on his lap, your fingers tracing the intricate patterns on his Vibranium arm. You're about to say something in return, but Steve walks back in, and you can't help but glance at his abs, his sweatpants hanging below them.

''Who's ready for some blanket fort cuddles?'' Steve asks, and you jump off Bucky's lap, racing toward it. They always allow you to go in first so you can find the most comfortable spot, but they follow you quickly, ready to watch a movie and unwind together. Not a single worry plagues your mind, and the anxieties you felt over the last few weeks have all melted away. They didn't want to get rid of you, after all.

"Printsessa?" Bucky says as you're curled up in the big armchair in the living room, your Kindle lying on your lap as you read the latest Stephen King novel. You look up at him with a soft smile, which he returns and then walks your way. He crouches in front of you, his metal hand rubbing your knee soothingly and he looks into your eyes with his beautiful blue ones. A wave of warmth runs through your body as you look back at him.

"I want to treat you to a spa day to thank you for everything you do for us. From keeping us safe during missions to being the best, sweetest, caring, and most beautiful girlfriend we could wish for. We're lucky to call you ours, and you deserve a day to relax and let yourself be taken care of," he tells you.

"A-Are you sure? You don't have to do that," you tell him, your hand going to his cheek, your fingers gliding over the stubble. The caress earns you a soft groan as Bucky’s eyes close, allowing the feeling of your fingers to quiet his mind a little bit. He's still feeling bad about how they made you feel, and even though they're trying to do better, they still have a few more things to organize, which is Bucky's ulterior motive for sending you on the spa day.

"I know, but you deserve it, Printsessa. How about this: You make a girls' day of it with Nat and Wanda, and then we'll go out for dinner afterward. Nothing over the top, but we can make it a date night with you, me, and Steve," he offers. You nod in response. It does sound like a good idea.

"Alright, I'll go ask if they have time for a spa day soon," you tell Bucky before getting up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and standing on your tiptoes to reach his mouth for a kiss. As soon as you feel his soft, plush lips on yours, warmth spreads through your veins, and his hands pull you against his body as he deepens the kiss.

His tongue swipes over your upper lip, asking for entrance, which you happily grant before feeling it against yours, moving in unison in a slow, passionate dance. A soft whine escapes your lips as he pulls away, as you don't want this moment to be over yet.

"I think there's someone who would like some attention as well, Printsessa," he whispers in your ear before you see Steve leaning against the doorframe, blocking the way into the living room where you and Bucky are still standing by the armchair, your Kindle long forgotten on the armrest.

You beckon Steve over, and he happily complies. You place your hands on his cheeks, pulling him down to meet you halfway for a kiss in which you're more than happy to take the lead. He follows your motions effortlessly, and when you finally pull away, you have a little difficulty catching your breath as you look into his eyes.

"I love you both so much, but now I'm going to find Nat and Wanda because I have a spa day to plan!" you say before giving each of them a peck on their lips and heading out the living room, on your way to meet your two fellow Avengers. As you turn around to say goodbye, you see that both super soldiers have found their place in the large armchair, having their own moment, and you look at them with adoration, wondering how you got so lucky to have these two super soldiers as your boyfriends.

You're at the nail salon with Natasha and Wanda a week later, deciding what design to put on your nails. Bucky and Steve have told you to get them done however you want, no matter the price, and you decide to go with a set of blue chrome nails. Wanda opts for a red set to match Vision, and Nat goes for sharp, black nails to suit her aesthetic.

When you’re all done, the three of you head to the shops for some clothes.Luckily, you don't have to go far to find the perfect dress to wear to dinner with your boyfriends. In a store window, you see a beautiful black velvet dress that immediately draws your attention, and you decide to go and try it on.

''It fits like a glove!'' you tell both girls as you walk out of the dressing rooms, and their jaws hit the floor as they look at you. You walk out of the store shortly after, not only with the dress but also with a pair of simple black heels to go with it. You're very excited to show Steve and Bucky your new outfit, but they’ll have to wait until just before going to dinner.

''I'm sure you won't make it out of the Compound looking like that. At least you wouldn't if I were your partner,'' Natasha says, giving you a massive boost of confidence. By the time the three of you are heading back to the Avengers Compound, where Bucky and Steve are making the last changes to the proposal, it’s almost 4 pm.

''How're my two favorite super soldiers doing?'' you ask as you walk into the bedroom. They’ve just finished the last necessary arrangements and are sitting on the bed watching an action movie. Steve is between Bucky's legs with Bucky's arms around his waist. His own hands are on Bucky's knees and they melt into each other's embrace. They both look up at you with expressions of adoration as you walk into the bedroom.

''We're doing perfectly now that you're back, Printsessa,'' Bucky says, and Steve nods in agreement. You tell them you're going to get ready for dinner straight away because you want to take your time and make everything perfect. From a dark make-up look to an elegant bun, you pull out all the stops. You finish the outfit with a simple silver necklace, and when it's time to leave for dinner, you meet Steve and Bucky in the living room, where they are waiting for you.

''So, how do I look?'' you ask them as you twirl around, and they practically drool at the sight of you. With a shared look, their plans change; they don't want to wait any longer to ask you to become their wife. They’ll propose to you now, and dinner will be to celebrate getting engaged.

''Princess?'' Steve stretches out his hand, which you take before he pulls you into the living room. Bucky turns on some soft background music on his phone and he fiddles with the ring in his pocket, the other half to the one Steve has in his. They chose matching, stackable rings that fit perfectly together so they could go down on one knee with a ring together.

''Printsessa, Steve, and I are so very fortunate to have you in our lives. We were happy before you met us, but we had never felt this amazing until we met you and you joined our relationship. Our days are brighter because of you, and our missions are less of a burden since we know we will come home to you every single time. Knowing that you're waiting for us is just one more reason for us to fight even harder because we don't want to be away from you any longer than we have to,'' Bucky tells you, and Steve stands beside him.

''I'm going to be honest: both Bucky and myself have done countless stupid things, but asking you to be a part of our lives isn't one of them. I love the traditions we've built together, from the blanket forts after each mission to our weekly dinner dates; we wouldn't change it for the world. We found our soulmate in you, and because of that, we want to ask you something important,'' Steve says.

Both men sink on their knees as you take a small step back, and the small ring boxes open in unison. Disbelief courses through your body at first, but it's true. They are asking you to marry you, and you can't wait for that day to arrive.

''Will you make us the happiest men in the universe and marry us?'' they ask in unison, and a loud laugh escapes you as you nod.

''Yes, of course, I'll marry you guys!'' you say, and they stand up to slide both rings on your finger. They each give you a deep, passionate kiss and then turn to share one with each other. Happiness radiates off all three of you.

''I love you both so much, though if you ever plan anything again, please don't make me feel like you're going to break up with me!'' you told them, and they agree. From here on out, they will do anything to include you whenever possible, and you have never felt more loved in your entire life.

''We love you too, Princess, more than you know,'' Bucky tells you before all three head off to dinner, celebrating the start of the rest of your lives.

[hiveswap]

This fucking comic has everything. Started as a oneshot in 1969. Progressed in crossover issues of established teams until 1980. They're hunting Captian America's shield in space. In the 31st century. They are in an alternate timeline because bullshit brittle shrinkwrapped old man Vance Astrovik told his younger self to not go to space. (Young Vance instead joined the New Warriors who later caused Civil War) Yondu is a shitty indigenous stereotype and it made me want to rip my hair out. I never finished reading it because of that. Starhawk is genderfluid.

Rebooted in 2008 with mostly different characters. Most fun series i've ever read in my life. Then it got adapted into movie in 2014 without anything that made it cool, including the plot relevant lesbian couple. But they ADDED YONDU BACK IN.

[kaetastic]

TWITTER

pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

summary: Being part of the Avengers meant you needed a level of tolerance for Tony. So he decided to make an account on twitter- to check on how the internet saw the team as. You end up being shipped with the golden boy of America.

word count: 1.2k+

warning: fluff, mentions of sex, porn ¿, twitter

note: i didn’t really care for word count for this one (wanted to upload it under 500 but ended up with 1000, not complaining tho)! twitter stans are thirstyy. okay but i love soft thor 

“Okay, prepare yourselves,” Tony announced, wearing a large confident smirk. Almost sounding too confident (what was the difference between his minimum and maximum confidence?) as he scanned everyone’s faces, grinning alone- not bother to share what was amusing to him.

“What are you gonna do Ton(e)s? Do a powerpoint presentation?” Rest of the team snorted, chuckling at your comment; the only clueless one being the mighty God, whose head darted around, not understanding the joke; to which was answered by Rhodey. The billionaire rolled his eyes, possibly not entertained by the joke.

“Har, har,” Tony grumbled, pacing left to right of the room; wearing a bold smirk. “Today, we are going to,” Everyone watched him with anxious eyes, anticipating for what was about to come. But it all vanished when he whipped his phone out. The transparent and futuristic mobile radiantly beamed; with furrowed eyebrows, all eyes stared at him in confusion. “Hold on, and you zip it,” He demanded, pointing his index finger when he saw your mouth gaped open, ready to utter something funny. To which you pursed to pout with no other options, forcing yourself to swallow the humorous joke- playing an imagination if you did say it. It would have been hilarious. You smiled, nodding in agreement with your thoughts. “Make an account,” You narrowed your eyes, not understanding where this was going at all.

Rapping the air with the glass phone, the screen transferred to a bigger area of the display, the TV; exposing what he was doing. Humming to himself, his head bopped like a bubblehead as he danced, pressing the twitter app. Covering the screen was the iconic bird and the blue screen, he glanced up whilst whistling, rocking on his heels. When he noticed you yawn, he mumbled under his breath. Possibly cursing you, or your existence.

Without communicating with anyone else, he typed without halting- as if he had given the idea a long time to think. Entering the username which was the only word I could get the grasp, as his typing was too fast to read; tonystarkisthebest. Everyone’s eyes rolled at the username, not surprised as this was how he usually is; Such a Tony name. He grinned as he scrolled down. “Alright, now let’s see how the world sees us.”

It was going great, honestly- everyone was having the time of their lives. Hearts were light as everyone wore happy smiles, content with the sight of people loving them. Everyone felt endearing. Pictures drawn by incredibly artistic and talented people melted hearts, short snippets of what was called fanfiction, memes had definitely left the 100-year-old man and the God of Thunder in confusion (like always) and needed someone to explain it to them. Which meant showing more of it, which lead to an hour of wasting time at laughing at horribly made ones.

And how you wished you would’ve left to pay the toilet a visit, how bad you wanted to leave the room. If there was no option to run away, it would be nice to be able to dig a hole and hide away; it was so suffocating. The red blush on your cheeks was too prominent, it was as if you smeared it with fiery, red lipstick. Natasha pressed her lips, trying her best to not burst out into laughter. While Sam had already begun the chorus of giggles, the rest joined in. Leaving you and Steve Rogers, red.

The drawing was definitely incredible it was outstanding. It really was, the details and shades on the drawing were mind-blowing. But the drawing and outline itself were... questionable. It was a drawing of you and America’s golden boy. They had definitely done justice to Steve’s body, giving every muscle in his body pop out. Just the sight... was interesting. Your mouth went dry at the imagination. Why would someone draw a picture of you and Captain America having sex? Questions were clashing onto the walls of your head, silence as an answer.

His blonde hair stuck onto his forehead, coated with his sweat as his face contorted into something... sexual. A blanket draped over you two, both obviously very naked. Your hands scratched his back, fingernails marking wounds onto his pale back.

Tony let out a loud cackle, covering his mouth as he pulled away from the phone. His fingers were too fast, no one could see what he found amusing. Everyone stared at him with curiosity, he went on laughing- as if it was uncontrollable. Bucky’s mouth opened, ordering him to show it to us. Iron Man took a deep breath in, a burst of shaky laughter echoed through the lounge room once again. Scrolling back up to the previous post that he laughed too, everyone’s eyes widened as they read the text- eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Tony gulped his laughter before playing the audio, and oh god did the room turn into a disaster. The volume was so close to the maximum, echoing out of the walls of the building were loud moans and groans. Panic engulfed the whole room. Sam screamed palms against his ears in an attempt to stop the noises which the text proclaimed sounded like you and Steve Rogers- bed edition. Skin slapping only made the whole room worse, the phone accidentally flew out of Tony’s hand, which crashed into shards of glass, “And I oop-“

You only sat there with really, really scarlet red cheeks. Not believing what was happening. People outside (or inside) the building was probably thinking we were having a sex riff or an orgy. And all of the reputation that build up, could be ruined right now, in this exact moment.

“Oh, fuck- yes.” The audio screamed Clint who seemed to probably be the only one to stop the source (other than the broken phone), his head snapping from one side to the other of the room. Pushing the TV, he winced, slamming his hand onto his ears that were drumming from the closeness of the audio. Everyone hated how exactly that sounded like you and Steve. How did people find this?

Thor sat on the couch, watching as everyone ran everywhere- wild and panicked; like free wild-boars. Natasha left the room while covering her face, the God’s eyes darted to every figure that passed him. The commotion surrounding the television had definitely caught his attention. 

Clint’s hands were grasped on the sides of the television, shaking it- a conclusion or a possible solution he had chosen as there were no present plugs, Tony’s roaring unfazed him as he proceeded to rock the electronic, “Hey! That costs millions!” 

Now the room was just chaos, overlapping with deafening sounds were erotic moans. Thor didn’t know what to do, his only accompany on the couch were you and Steve, so he stood up; he needed to help. Hand open and the hammer attached itself onto his palm, pointing the weapon towards the television; he waited as everyone paced back to check for other solutions. While pulling his hair, Clint froze as a flash of thunder shot the electronic; his breath hitched, the light passing by his shoulder. 

“Your welcome,” He grinned, sitting back on the couch with his hand rested on his lap; hugging the hammer like a little kid. Darkness engulfed the room, the only light was emitting from Tony’s arc reactor. “Oh no... I can’t see.”

[roman-writess]

So I saw this post a few days ago and decided that I had to write something based on it as the idea was just so cool. So here you go, prepare to have your heart ripped out.

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“Soldat.”

The HYDRA goon stalked into the room containing the Winter Soldier. It was restrained, of course, but the chains were taught from how much it was pulling on them. So the goon stayed as close to the door and as far away from the asset as possible. In behind him walked the trainee. The goon hadn’t cared to learn his name. Peters? Phelps? Pierce, that was it. He had joined HYDRA not that long ago, and was training to become one of the handlers for the Winter Soldiers. This was his first time in the room with one, and he stuck to the back wall as much as he could. He was scared, the goon observed. Beads of sweat slowly forming at the edge of his close-cropped blond hair. His hands were shaking slightly, but he had clasped them together in an attempt to hide it. He wouldn’t last long, the goon thought. Not many of them did. He’d give Pierce about a week.

The asset was still focused on the goon, but it quickly noticed Pierce. He was still hiding in the shadows by the wall, and somehow it seemed to tense up even more.

“Don’t be afraid.”

The goon said.

“It can’t get out of those chains. Believe me, it’s tried.”

As if for emphasis, the asset strained once more. The harsh metal of the chain scraping against its left arm, emitting a screech akin to the sound of nails on a chalkboard. Holding back a wince at the awful noise, Alexander Pierce stepped further into the cell, finally emerging from the shadows. Eyes flicking over to the new presence in the room, the soldier stilled, sitting back on its haunches. It cocked its head to the side slightly, studying him, before a single word left his mouth.

“Steve?”

The asset looked confused, it wasn’t sure why it had said that. Who was Steve? It didn’t know anyone called Steve.

The word was almost too quiet to hear, but the goon’s eyes widened as he realised what was happening. The blonde hair, the blue eyes, the strong jaw, the uniform. The asset associated those traits with what little about Steve Rogers it could remember, and Pierce happened to fit the bill. Glancing over at Pierce, he could see that the young man had figured out what was happening too, and was unsure of how to respond to this situation. It certainly wasn’t covered in what little training he’d been given. He could see Pierce about to protest and quickly made a motion with his hand to say ‘Go with it’.

Pierce clamped his mouth shut once again, before regaining his composure and saying,

“Yes, it’s me.”

The soldier looked relieved, then unsure as to why it was relieved. It didn’t know this man. But then, why did he feel so familiar? So comforting?

“I know you.”

It said, voice rough from disuse and screaming.

“How do I know you?”

It glanced at the goon, scared that it’d be punished for speaking, as it had been in the past, but its attention was quickly drawn back to Pierce as he spoke once again.

“I’m a friend.”

He said, and the asset looked the most relaxed that the goon had ever seen it. It was glad to have a friend. It didn’t think it had had one of those before, and a friend sounded like a nice thing to have, especially in a place like this.

“And, as your friend, I’m going to ask you to listen to me and these men. Can you do that?”

The soldier contemplated this for a moment. It had been so long since anyone had asked its opinion on anything. And this man was giving it a choice. He said he was its friend, and friends trust each other. They help each other. At least, it thought so. It had been so long since it had had a friend that it could hardly remember the meaning of the word. But it could remember that it trusted Steve, whoever that was, so it would listen to this man.

“Yes.”

A smile broke out across Pierce’s face.

“That’s wonderful. Now, are you ready for your next mission?”

“Yes.”

This time, the goon smiled as well. This kid was going places. He had never seen the soldier obey anyone that willingly before. That would get Pierce far. If his resemblance to Steve Rogers was enough to get the asset to listen to him, then he may be the most powerful man in HYDRA, possibly even the world, as he had the most dangerous weapon on the planet wrapped around his little finger.

[thepaperpanda]

The Blizzard || Steve Rogers x Reader Oneshot

Summary: Steve and Y/N are married and they deal with Steve’s PTSD. Steve, after snap of Thanos' fingers, has gotten it again but this time it hit him harder. In the winter scenery , reader does her best to calm her man down.

Warnings: none

Words: 1088

Request by: @porgswillrullgalaxymotherfucker

Authors: Rouge

In the blizzard there was no way to know which direction to go, the usual landmarks were hidden behind the white that swirled so densely.

You could feel you blood cool and your skin become icy. They shouldn't have come, not in this weather, but there was no other choice, Steve’s PTSD caught him harder than ever before.

Steve has always loved the flowers and the birds, loved the sunlight and the clouds that drift by. He has always loved the way the leaves move in a breeze and that soft whispering sound they make, like nature loves to chatter too. Yet the tiredness that begun a while ago remained like a veil over his skin, grey and cold. And as he watched the petals and the twigs that sway outside the window, there was only a creeping sorrow where there should be joy.

You, as Steve’s wife, were trying so hard to help him, yet failed. No doctor nor therapy were successful. Steve’s condition has gotten even worse in past three months.

It was when you’ve made a decision about leaving Washington. You’ve found a cozy cottage house near White Mountains,  New Hampshire. Gladly, Steve agreed on that idea, and soon you both were on your way.

And now, you were finishing a dinner, while Steve was laying on the couch, reading some book that you’ve discovered on the shelf in the little living room.

When you set everything on the table, you looked at Steve, smiling gently at him. “Darling, dinner’s ready.”

His eyes met yours, he simply nodded and closed the book, leaving it on the couch as he got up and took a seat at the opposite side of the table.

You were eating in the silence, from time to time Steve was looking up at you, remaining quiet.

Soon the dinner was finished, and you went to wash the dishes. You were surprised seeing, how Steve joined you in the kitchen and started wiping plates.

“How are you?” You asked slightly.

“It’s better. But I am not sure. Let’s just say it’s okay for now,” he responded, shrugging.

You couldn’t help but giggled loudly. “I just hope this place will help you get your strengths back, Steve,” you looked at him briefly, then focused on the dishes again. “It’s so calm and silent here, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is, doesn’t it bother you, Y/N?” His voice became softer, Steve leant his hip against the kitchen counter, still wiping plates and putting them to the nearest cabinet.

“Me? No, not at all, actually I needed this after all that urban uproar, you know?” You stated simply.

Steve smirked a bit, and the conversation was over. It was still a good sign that he eventually was talking to you instead of running away…

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It was late in the evening.

Steve looked out of the window at the blizzard. He watched a driveway disappear in the sure knowledge that he'd only have to dig it out again in the morning.

“It’s snowing. Again,” Steve admitted.

You raised your glance to look at him. “Don’t bother with it. We’re in the warm house, there’s nothing bad to happen,” you smiled, but you noticed how his facial expression has changed, so you put a papers you were filling aside and got up to approach him. “Steve… What’s wrong?” You put hand on his muscular shoulder. “Are you feeling fine?”

As soon as you touched him you felt, how tensed his muscles were. He was about having another anxiety attack, you good knew this.

“Hey, handsome, come here,” you slipped your palm to his, tangling your fingers together as you pulled him to the couch.

You sat down, so did he. His steel blue eyes found yours, and the only thing you saw in them was sadness. A huge sadness.

“Steve,” your voice was nothing more but a whisper, “It wasn’t your fault. No one could have saved them. No one,” you claimed.

Steve put his face in his hands, he was sobbing slightly. And suddenly he shouted out loudly: “There are days when my head just doesn't work! I try so hard to focus and it's like trying to run through water. My brain fogs up and thoughts go nowhere at all. Sometimes I think its natures anesthesia, anything to numb the pain, to wipe out the trauma. Then there are the times of clarity, sudden moments when I can see every detail and feel every feeling. The trigger can be anything...,” Steve explained quietly, “And I see those faces over and over again. I could have saved them…,” he was breathing hard, he paled on his face.

You lowered your head. Truth was that you also were having very difficult time lately, but you wanted to stay strong, for him.

“At the start I hoped it was a process to wipe out the bad memories, to stop me reliving them to well-meaning askers. Now I know it's not so simple,” Steve added, looking at you. “I don’t know if I will survive all this, Y/N.”

He laid his back down, placing his head on your lap, and you smiled. You started playing with his bangs, gently scratching his nape with other hand.

Steve closed his eyes and purred lazily. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/N,” man declared openly. “I’d be already gone…”

“Shush, Mr Rogers,” you leant down to place a kiss to kiss forehead.

Steve hummed softly and moved a bit, so his lips met yours as he gave the kiss back. “It’s you who makes me calm everytime,” he opened his eyes, looking up at you.

You chuckled a bit and booped his nose with your index finger. “I’ve told you a thousand times – it’s gonna get better. It just takes time to heal. Like a wound,” you tangled your fingers in his bangs, and Steve reached his hand out to caress your cheek.“You know, I like this cold. Cold is good if you are warm inside, just the same as we love ice in the summer time,” he laughed shortly. “Even on the coldest days of winter the sun is bright in the sky, bringing a bit of joy to my heart. Even now, when we can’t go back to the world that we knew before.”

You smiled. “That’s good, Steve. I’m happy you’re getting better,” you said, looking at the fire that was cracking in the fireplace. “We’ll make through it, I promise.”

And it was still snowing outside.

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[spicyandplain]

Hi! I’ve decided to write one shots on here, since all of my stories have just stopped haha. Please send in your requests, i’ll put a list pf what im willing to write below.

I write for…

Stranger things

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Billy Hargrove

Will Byers

Mike Wheeler

Nancy wheeler

Robin (idfk her last name :0)

Umbrella Academy

Five Hargreaves

Klaus Hargreaves

Diego Hargreaves

Allison Hargreaves

Harry Potter

Harry potter

Ron weasley

George weasley

Fred weasley

Cedric diggory

Draco malfoy

Sirius black

Remus lupin

James potter

Lily potter

Hermione granger

Twilight

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Emmet Cullen

Paul Lahote

Seth clearwater

Embry

Sam Uley

Jacob Black

Alice Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Leah Clearwater

Marvel

Tony Stark

Sam Wilson

James Barnes

Steve Rogers

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Peter Parker

Clint Barton

Natasha ramonoff

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

Doctor Strange

Shang chi

Descendants

Evie Queen ( Actually Evelyn Grimhilde ??)

Benjamin Florian Beast

Carlos De Vil

Mal Bertha Faery

Jay ( son of jafar)

Harry Hook

Uma ( daughter of Ursula)

Z-o-m-b-i-e-s

Zed necrodopolis

Wyatt Lykensen

Willa Lykensen

Eliza Zambi

You can suggest other fandoms and such, i will try my best to watch and write for you :)

I write as….

Gender neutral

Female reader

Male reader

Trans reader ( ftm/mtf)

Give me suggestions if there are others?

Im open to canon stories or Au’s, however if i am not comfortable I have the write to change or not do the request. I don’t do smut with Minor characters, please don’t ask me to. Im not entirely comfortable with ageing them up either - AKA five Hargreaves ect.

If i get enough requests i will make a master list and make even content. I find that there is a lot more of a female reader base than another, and vise versa in some fandoms. So please dont be afraid to ask for anything!

[kaunis-sielu]

Doggos

You loved your dog, your golden retriever named Blue but sometimes you could swear that he was a shit just for the hell of it. He’s been driving you absolutely up the wall today. First he’d woken you up far too early, on a weekend acceptable get up time was after 9:30 but apparently Blue had decided that 8:15 was late enough and you’d woken to a slobbery lick to your face. Honestly, pretty gross.

Then he’d barked through almost your entire shower, which was rude but not as rude as him trying to actually get in the shower with you.

Then he’d wanted to play, you’re pretty sure that he took out every single toy in his toy basket and dropped them at your feet while you tried to make breakfast. You’d tripped over them more than once and stubbed a toe on one of the bones.

“Okay. Oh my god you adorable pain in the ass. Let’s go to the dog park.” You tell him and he bounds to his leash. You tug your shoes on then put on his harness and clip the leash to it. Then it’s off to the dog park you go, Blue doesn’t pull too much just enough where you walk at almost a jog to get you to the dog park.

Once you’re inside the fenced area you let him off the leash and he takes off running. You follow at a slower pace but Blue always comes back to check in with you before running off again.

At one point Blue finds another golden retriever and come sprinting over to you barking happily. The other dog flings themself against your legs nearly toppling you to the ground. You laugh as you bury your fingers in their fur.

“Lib! I’m so sorry.” A male voice calls, you look up and are astounded by the man in front of you. He’s gotta be a model or something, sandy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a blue workout shirt that clings to his torso like a second skin and a pair of dark blue workout pants.

“It’s fine.” You tell him with a smile, “what’s their name?”

“Steve.” He says and you’re confused, you could’ve sworn he called the dog Lib.

“How old is he?”

“What?”

“Your dog.” You say as you watch the two chase each other around.

“She, Libby is 3.”

“Oh sorry, I thought you said your dog’s name was Steve.”

“Oh. Um no I’m Steve.” He says and you glance up at him with a smile, his ears are turning red and god it’s adorable. You introduce yourself,

“And that is Blue.” You tell him, “He’s also 3. He just turned 3 last week.”

“No way,” Steve sounds surprised, “So did Libby. On Tuesday.”

“What? Blue too! Could they be from the same litter?”

“Totally possible, I got her from Nebula.”

“Me too!” You’re stunned, you’ve just found Blue’s sister and her super hot dad. “No wonder they get along so well.”

“We should trade numbers. So we can meet up here and let them play more often. If you’re comfortable with that.” He adds quickly.

“That would be great.” You tell him before digging your phone out of your pocket. You unlock it and pass it to him as he passes you his phone then you type in your name and number before handing it back.

You let Blue and Libby play for over an hour before you say goodbye to Steve and head home.

He texts you on Thursday.

You wanna meet up at the dog park this weekend?

You check your calendar before texting back what time you’re able to and he sends back a thumbs up emoji.

While the dogs play you talk, you get to know him and fall hard. You’ve been meeting for over two months when you get caught in a storm. You invite Steve back to your house since you’re closer and when you get back you let both dogs into the house first. Thankfully you’d closed the mud room door so when they both shake it’s not the worst thing in the world.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.” Steve says and you laugh.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got some towels and we can towel them down,” you glance up at him and see he’s drenched so you know you probably are too. “Then we can towel us down.”

“Sounds good.” He gives you a smile and you grab a couple of your dog towels, you toss him one and start rubbing down Blue. You finish by wiping his paws and then throw the towel into the sink before grabbing towels for you and Steve.

“Thanks Darlin’.” He says with a smile and your heart stops with the way Darlin’ rolled off his tongue. You didn’t know one word would completely floor you.

“Do you want me to see if I have anything to change into? I’m gonna change.”

“Maybe just a shirt?”

“Sure, I should have a sweatshirt or something, just toss your stuff into the dryer.” You tell him opening the door, “make yourself comfortable.” You tell him as you make your way through the house to your room. You change then dig in your closet for something you think will fit Steve. You find one of your dad’s sweatshirts that you’d stolen years ago and figure it’ll do fine. When you go back out into the main part of your house you freeze, god he’s cut like a fucking Greek god.

“I think this should fit.” You tell him handing him the sweatshirt before throwing your own wet clothes into the dryer with his and turning it on.

When you turn around you catch Steve staring at you. You can feel your heart pounding as he moves slowly toward you.

“Darlin’ can I kiss you?” He whispers when he’s only a step away, you nod. His lips descend on yours as his fingers delve into your wet hair. It’s exactly what you’d hoped it would be, he sends goosebumps along your flesh and you moan softly into the kiss giving him access to your mouth.

The bark causes you to rip away from him. Both Libby and Blue are staring at you with wagging tails and tongues hanging out of their mouths.

“Excuse you.” Steve says not letting you go, “but we’re a bit busy here. Go play.” Neither dog moves and you laugh softly into his chest.

“A plus listeners we’ve got here.” You laugh, “Blue, go away.” You tell him and with a huff he turns and goes to his bed.

“That’s handy.” Steve says before snapping and pointing from Libby to the bed where Blue is. She too huffs and makes her way over to the bed and curls up with Blue.

“Now,” Steve murmurs, “Where were we?”

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[wonderswritings]

The Bet

Summary: The teams placed a bet, but little do they know there was need for a bet. Warnings: None Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader Prompt: I think your pants look hot Written for Star’s Hamilfilm Lyric Challenge @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​ This was shorter than I thought it was  😂   Dividers made by whimsicalrogers

“This will they won’t they thing they’ve got going on is starting to get pretty annoying.”

Clint snorted, shaking his head as he looked over at where Steve and YN were standing, practically leaning against each other.

“Only starting to? It’s been annoying since day one.”

Nat grinned over the top of her coffee cup, looking over at Clint.

“You’re just jealous.”

Clint scoffed, turning towards Nat.

“Of what? The secret punning and love sick eyes? Nah, I think I’m good.”

Sam nodded, throwing a grape at Bucky.

“I wish they would just freaking get together already.”

“So they can kiss and be all lovey dovey in front of us? They’ll be ten times worse then than they are now.”

Tony huffed, leaning forward.

“Alright, let’s just settle this now, fifty they get together in a month.”

“I’ll take that but I say YN will be the one to ask Steve out.”

“One fifty for end of the week, Steve asks YN out.”

After some deliberation, everyone had picked a side as Tony repeated the teams.

“Okay so that’s Nat, Sam and Bucky for the end of week. Bruce, Clint and me for a month. Whoever loses owes each winner one fifty, deal?”

Everyone agreed, moving to act like nothing had happened when Steve and YN walked over, YN making a face as she looked everyone over.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

Clint nodded, leaning forward, grabbing the cup of coffee and pulling it to him. 

“Yup, what she said. Nothing, not a thing.”

YN scoffed, shaking her head.

“Yeah right.”

It’s been two months since the team had made bets on when YN and Steve would get together and they all lost. There was no declaring of love, no kisses shared between lovers, nothing. And it was starting to get on the team's nerves. It seemed like even though they weren’t together, they had gotten worse with their lovesick pinning. They’d spend all their time together, laughing and smiling. Tony was sitting at the bar, Nat standing behind it, looking at the different drinks Tony had. 

“This is starting to get ridiculous.”

Nat turned, leaning over the bar.

“You think?”

“Mhm, okay we need to do something.”

“Yea? Like what?”

“Watch this.”

Tony grinned, turning towards where YN and Steve were sitting.

“Hey Steve!”

Steve and YN both looked up, Steve sitting up taller as YN made a face.

“What is it?”

“I think your pants look hot.”

YN snorted as Steve’s mouth fell open, his face growing red as he stuttered.

“Thanks?”

Tony nodded, his grin growing.

“Yeah, I think they’d look even hotter on YN’s floor.”

Steve turned towards YN who was laying back against the couch, her head thrown back as she laughed. She sat up, smiling at Tony.

“Did you just hit on Steve for me?”

Tony nodded as they both got up, walking towards him and Nat.

“Sure did.”

YN grinned, holding Steve’s hand. They came to a stop, YN turning towards Steve. With a slit pull he leaned down, YN standing on her tippy toes, kissing Steve. Tony’s mouth fell open as Nat stumbled forward, the others sharing the same look they were. YN leaned back down, turning towards Tony as Steve wrapped his arms around YN, standing behind her, resting his chin on top of her head.

“It’s really sweet that you were hitting on Steve for me, but I’ve got that covered.”

They were all frozen in place as YN and Steve laughed, leaving the commons room. The elevator doors had closed when Tony shook his head, scoffing.

“What the hell?!”

Bucky made a face, scratching his beard, tilting his head to the side.

“How long have they been together?”

“Agent Shadow and Captain Rogers have been together since December 18th, of last year.”

“Ten months! They’ve been together for ten months!”

“Friday you were in on it?”

“I like Agent Shadow and Captain Rogers sir.”

Tony scoffed, turning back towards the bar.

“Of course you do.”

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Got a head on schooling!

Hey, gang! So I got a head on my schooling and I'm looking to do some writing. Feel free to send me something from the prompt list below or something from your own mind. Please Remember to let me know what characters and or ship you'd like me to feature. As always Anon's are welcome! 1. "I don't know what I'm doing." 2. Skinned knees 3. Nightmares 4. "Hey, just me" 5. Voicemail 6. 4AM 7. Melting 8. Supernatural 9. "I didn't know you had a tattoo." 10. "It's my superpower duh" 11. Say Yes to the Dress 12. Cabbage 13. "Go long" 14. Drunk 15. Exploding Kittens 16. Game night 17. "You need a vacation" 18. "Surprise" 19. Pirates 20. Halloween 21. Slime 22. Stinging Nettles 23. Ginger tea 24. The Shovel Talk 25. Suggestively pouring coffee 26. "You shot me." 27. Drugged 28. "Walk me home." 29. Tarot 30. "I'm scared"

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See (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Request: Just heard requests are open. I was hoping if I could get a fanfiction of Steve Rogers x reader where she is also an avenger and somehow develops feelings for him. One day she decides to confess and when she does Steve is lost for words, thinking he doesn't like her she runs into her room and stays there for days and grows distant towards Steve. In the end Steve confesses to her and ends up with something steamy 🙃 and a sarcastic comment from Tony lol

Requested By: @evelynrosestuff

Word Count: 3,367

Warnings: Angst, like one swear word

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MASTERLIST

The mission had gone smoothly; well, as smoothly as missions for the Avengers go. The team made it out with minimal injuries, only a couple of bruises and cuts here and there. Overall, a very successful mission. Before you knew it, the quinjet was ascending through the clouds leaving the French Alps behind.

“Good job, everyone,” Steve commended the team while taking his helmet off, leaving pieces of blonde hair sticking up in tufts. “That should be the last of the HYDRA bases in France.”

“That we know of,” Clint grumbled, putting up his legs across the adjacent seat next to him.

“If they would just stop appearing out of the woodwork like cockroaches then maybe we could get some much needed vacation time,” Natasha chuckled, pushing Clint’s legs back to the ground and taking their spot. Clint rolled his eyes before returning his legs back to their spot, this time on top of her thighs.

You nodded in agreement as you pushed a button so that the pilot’s seat swiveled to face the team. “Well, y’know what they say: ‘Cut off one head, two more shall take its place.’” You shivered in disgust at the thought of more enemies to face. Just like Nat, you all needed a break.

“If only we had some way to tell where they were,” Tony gave you a pointed look.

You threw up your hands in defense. “Hey, you know my visions don’t work like that. I can only see when they decide to make a move. I’m not some radar that just pings every time we get near a base.”

“Would sure be nice if you did, though,” Tony smirked before shutting his eyes to doze off. You could feel your face heat up in embarrassment. Sure, you weren’t the strongest or most intelligent member of the Avengers, but your visions did help, right?

“Don’t listen to him, Doll,” Steve comforted while taking the co-pilot’s seat next to you. He placed one of his large hands over your small one and gave you a smile that always made you weak in the knees. Oh, god, here we go again. You could feel your cheeks begin to flush once more as Steve looked into your eyes. It was so difficult to bury your feelings for the Captain when he looked at you like this. “Your visions help us out a lot more than we could ever explain.”

Your eyes dropped down to his hand when he lightly squeezed yours. “Er, thanks. I just wish I could be of more help to the team.”

“You are a tremendous help, Doll,” Steve reassured. “You have saved all of our asses more than once because of your visions. I mean, Clint would be in pieces right now if you hadn’t seen that HYDRA agent going to detonate the bomb next to the wall that he was near.”

“True that,” Clint interjected as he rearranged the arrows in his quiver. 

“You should give yourself more credit,” Steve whispered to you. “I know I do.”

There. Right there. It’s things like that that send shivers down your spine and make you want to melt into a puddle. Did he not realize how charming he was, all the goddamn time?

You couldn’t help the small smile that graced your lips at his kind words. “Thanks, Steve. It means a lot to me.”

Before Steve could say another word, Scott started whining from the back of the quinjet. “Ugh, c’mon. Stupid phone. I just want to check the weather!” 

“(Y/N) should know,” Tony smirked at you. “O Great and Powerful (Y/N), will it be rain or shine when we arrive back home? Or do your visions not cover meteorology?”

You loved Tony, you really did, but sometimes his snide comments about your visions really got under your skin. You could feel your eyes shift focus on the near future to check the weather before you could help yourself. You didn’t want to answer Tony’s question. You weren’t a weatherman. 

“Looks like a 100% chance of me kicking your ass when we get home, Bucket-Head,” You snapped before pressing the button once more for your chair to swivel back to the controls. Loud guffaws sounded behind you, and you couldn’t help the small smirk that replaced your smile. Switching auto-pilot off, you took control of the quinjet to fly the team home.

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Thankfully, everything was quiet on the horizon of the next couple of weeks for the team. While you were constantly watching for decisions to be made by HYDRA that would send the team into action, everything returned to a sort-of normalcy around the Avenger’s compound. Most of the team got their much-needed vacation and either spent their days lounging on the couch or at some special resort that Tony had managed to book at the last minute. While most went, a few members of the team stayed behind to enjoy the peace and quiet that the compound held. The empty base only housed you, Wanda, Steve, and Bucky whilst the rest were whisked away to the resort. You found yourself relaxing on Wanda’s bed, flipping through some magazine while she cleaned her room and ranted to you. Well, more like about you.

“I just don’t get it, (Y/N). Why don’t you just tell him about your feelings?”

It was the same conversation that she kept bringing up. Wanda was always saying that Steve had liked you, maybe even loved you. She just didn’t understand why you didn’t tell him.

“Well, for one, he doesn’t like me like that. Second, I’m not the type of girl who just professes their love to people. I guess I’m old fashioned, that way.”

“But can’t you just see if it will work out?” She groaned and flopped down on the bed next to you.

Sighing, you put down your magazine next to you. “You know it doesn’t work like that. I can only see when somebody decides something.”

“Well, then decide,” Wanda shrugged. 

You cocked an eyebrow up at her. “What?”

She shifted onto her elbow so she could look down at you. “Decide to tell Steve about your feelings. That way, you should know the outcome!”

Sighing, you pulled yourself up into a sitting position. “That won’t work. Even if I did decide to tell Steve how I feel- which I’m not saying I will- I still wouldn’t know the outcome. The vision would be too blurry, too out of focus. Only half of the image would be clear, my half. I still wouldn’t be able to see what Steve would say because he would have to make the decision at that moment.”

“Why don’t you just decide and try to see what will happen? If your vision starts becoming clearer, then you know what the outcome will be, right?”

“I don’t know,” You brought your bottom lip between your teeth, biting gently on it. “I would be practically going in blind. It would be really uncomfortable.” You had always relied on your visions. You couldn’t remember a time you didn’t have the ability to look towards the future. To know what paths folded out before you, which actions would lead to certain consequences. The idea of taking this part away from you felt alien and unnatural.

“Well, that’s how the rest of us feel,” Wanda chuckled. 

“Really?” The idea of you going in blind just kept getting worse. 

“Yeah, none of us know what will happen, but that’s just life, I guess.”

“I don’t know, Wanda...” You worried.

“Okay, how about this,” Wanda sat up. “How about you decide to tell him. I will talk to Bucky about trying to get Steve to admit that he likes you to himself. That way, you can still try to look for the future and whichever feels like the best path, you take it. How does that sound?”

You never tried to out-think the future like this before. It may just work! “Okay, I’ll try it.”

“Great! Now, let’s strategize over some takeout. Chinese or Thai?” She asked, picking up her phone. 

Looking towards the two paths that stretched out before you, you made the decision. “Thai. I have a feeling that Chinese would lead to us not feeling so great in the morning.”

“Your wish is my command, O Great and All-Seeing (Y/N),” joked Wanda as she placed the order.

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This whole ‘going in blind’ thing sucked. It didn’t help that with every turn of the corner, you seemed to be bumping into Steve.

The man was everywhere. Every time you went to the kitchen, he was there. Gym? Yep, there was Steve punching the boxing bag, sweat glistening on his muscles. Living room? Sure enough, Steve was lounging on the couch watching some old-timey movie and opening his arms inviting you in. You couldn’t get rid of the man even if you tried. 

Not only that, but every time you were around him you were peering into the future to see if the timing was right. The picture never became clearer, never came into focus. Between watching for the right moment to confess your feelings to Steve and watching for HYDRA to make their next move, you had a serious headache.

The pounding in your head wouldn’t stop, not even for the sweet release of sleep. Deciding that a calming cup of jasmine tea might do the trick, you made your way towards the kitchen. Setting the kettle on the stove, you leaned back on the counter and began to rub circles on your temples. Try as you may, the pounding would not abate. You closed your eyes to the present, but that didn’t help either.

“Headache?”

Oh no. You recognized that husky voice anywhere. Your heart leaped into overdrive and your eyes snapped open to reveal Steve in sweatpants and a tight blue shirt. You loved the color blue on him.

“Yeah,” You replied, snapping out of you staring at him. “Thought I’d make some tea to see if it will help.”

“I’ve got it, you sit down,” Steve motioned for you to sit just as the kettle began whistling. Grabbing a mug from the cabinet, he poured the hot liquid. “Jasmine?”

“Yes, and-”

“Two scoops of sugar,” Steve finished your sentence, placing the mug of hot tea in front of you. God, he was perfect. He even knew how you liked your tea. “Want to talk about it?”

Sipping on the tea, you felt the calming sensation pour through your body. “It’s nothing, really.”

“HYDRA?” Steve’s voice grew heavy with worry. 

“No, not them. Just something that Wanda asked me to look out for,” You tried to avoid the topic of what exactly she asked you to watch for.

“Well, if you want to talk about it, I’m here,” Steve gave you a warm smile. And just like that, the image of the future seemed to become a little bit clearer. The vision sharpened around the blurry form of Steve, bringing him into focus. Your heart sped up at this realization. It was now or never.

“Actually, there is something I want to talk to you about,” You set your mug down on the counter.

“Anything,” Steve turned his body to give you his full attention now. His blue eyes pierced your very being with the intensity of his focus. 

“Okay, well, umm...” Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears. With every passing beat of your heart, the image became clearer. You could begin to make out Steve’s expression in the future. Before you could change your mind, you blurted out the words. “Steve, I love you.”

Silence. That’s what you were met with, silence echoing in the air. Steve made no movement, only the slight rise and fall of his chest to let you know that he was still breathing. Your heart seemed to plummet into your stomach as the path that you just chose sharpened in your mind.

“Er, I gotta go,” You stumbled back from the chair at the counter. The hot tears welling behind your eyes were threatening to spill over. “I can see that my mom is about to call me, so I- yeah.”

You bolted from the room, leaving your tea behind. Trying to hold back the tears, you made your way through the labyrinth that was the compound to the safety of your room. The image of Steve just standing there, no expression on his face accentuated the tears that began to prick your eyes. You whipped your door open just as fast as you slammed it shut before crumpling into a heap on the ground. The tears spilled over your cheeks as sobs racked though your chest. Going in blind was a stupid idea. Telling Steve that you loved him was even worse.

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It had been days since you confessed your feelings to the Captain. You rarely left your room, only sneaking out for food when you deemed that the coast was clear. The only time you used your sight was to determine which paths towards the kitchen would lead you to bumping into Steve. Whichever ones echoed the most misery you avoided. 

Wanda had tried to talk to you. Every time she knocked on your door, you either yelled at her to go away or just flat-out ignored her. Soon enough she resorted to calling and texting you. You weren’t sure when you shut off your phone and stuffed it under your mattress so it was out of sight. You knew that you were being mean and unfair to her. She just wanted to help, afterall. But you just wanted to lay in your bed in misery for a little while longer.

Wanting a change in scenery, you decided to turn the TV on and flip through the channels. Nothing caught your attention, and soon enough you turned it back off when you recognized the black and white movie that was playing on one of the channels. It was the same one you cuddled up to Steve under the blanket and watched with him in the living room.

Shoving the remote under your mattress to join your phone, you could feel the tears threaten to spill over for the hundredth time. Before you could give in to them, a knock sounded at your door.

“Go away, Wanda,” You grumbled, putting a pillow over your head to block out her knocking. “I told you, I don’t want to talk.”

“It’s not Wanda.”

There it was, that husky voice that still made you want to melt into a puddle even after all of the hurt you’ve been through. 

“Will you please open the door, (Y/N)? I just want to talk,” Steve’s voice reverberated through the wood.

“I-I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” You mumbled.

“Please,” You heard the soft thud of Steve resting his forehead on the door. “I miss you.”

He missed you? You were almost positive that he would never want to talk to you again. Your confession destroyed whatever friendship you had. 

“Just open the door,” Steve said. “You don’t have to say anything, just listen. I miss my best friend.”

Best friend? Before you could focus on the future before you, you opened your door to reveal a very sad-looking Steve.

Immediately, Steve’s eyes softened at the sight of you. Hair up in a messy bun and day-old sweats on, he was probably revolted at what he saw. “Oh, Doll-”

He moved to hug you, but you placed your hands on his firm chest to stop him from enveloping you in his arms. “Don’t. It will hurt too much.”

His face fell and was replaced with a look of hurt. “I am so sorry.”

Sorry? What was he sorry for? Not loving you? You couldn’t blame him for that, you supposed. “For what?”

“For ruining everything,” Steve’s hand found one of yours and gripped it tightly in his own. 

“You didn’t ruin anything,” You tried to pull your hand from his strong grasp, but he wasn’t letting go. “I did. I should have never told you. Then we could at least still be friends.”

“No, I ruined it. Now will you please stop trying to pull your hand away from me and just listen for a second?” Steve demanded, catching your attention. You would listen to him, no matter how painful his words would be. You needed a clean break from Steve Rogers, so that you could maybe heal one day. “I love you.”

What? The confusion you felt must have read clearly on your face because Steve lept into an explanation. “I love you so much, and I ruined everything because I just stood there like an idiot and didn’t say anything. I was so shell-shocked that you loved me too that I didn’t know what to say until I saw you running back to your room. Then you kept avoiding me these past couple of days and I knew I ruined everything. I am so sorry, (Y/N), for letting you think that I didn’t love you for the past couple of days. But, Doll, I’m here to tell you that that can’t be farther from the truth.”

You didn’t see that coming. Steve, your Steve, loved you? 

“Say something, Doll,” Steve shifted his weight onto his other leg. “Am I too late? Do you not love me anymore?”

That snapped you out of it. “Not love you anymore? I don’t think I could do that even if I tried.”

“Really?” Steve’s eyes grew wide with hope. “You still love me, even after I almost ruined everything?” He wrapped his hands around your waist, drawing you closer to his chest. 

“Yes,” You could feel your face warming with the heat of excitement.

“I need to hear you say it, Doll,” Steve whispered to you, nudging his nose with yours as he leaned in.

“I love you, Steve.”

“I love you, (Y/N),” He breathed out before crashing his lips onto yours. It was better than you could ever expect, the feeling of his lips enveloping yours. The heat that spread through your body is what surprised you the most. The heat of his lips pressed against yours. The heat of his hands on your lower back, pulling you into his warm chest as he tightly gripped the loose fabric of your shirt. The heat that spread from your head all the way down to your toes, warming you up in the presence of Steve. As his lips moved from your lips down to your neck, the vision that formed in your mind left you almost as breathless as Steve’s kiss did.

The future that spanned before you was bright and full of color. You watched yourself being together with Steve, your two futures melding into one. You saw the many nights spent together, holding each other and whispering sweet nothings in the other’s ears. You saw your fingers gripping tightly onto his blonde locks, tugging in pleasure as his mouth worked his way down your body. You saw the two of you fighting back to back, protecting each other in what looked like to be a harrowing battle. You saw yourself in white, walking towards Steve down a long aisle. Images of your intertwined futures flashed before your eyes. Your hands with wedding bands interlocked. A tangle of legs in messy sheets as the morning sun shined through a window. A growing belly with Steve’s large hands placed protectively around the bump. Steve teaching your child how to ride a bike as the child shrieked “Mommy, look! I’m doing it!” The two of you growing old together, gray hair replacing his blonde locks. It was beautiful.

“I love you so much, (Y/N),” Steve murmured against your skin, holding you tighter against him. “I just don’t get how you couldn’t see that.”

Pulling away slightly, you looked up into his steady blue eyes that held so much love for you. Cupping his cheek in your hand, you thought back to the vision of you two together. “I do now,” You smiled, pulling him in for another kiss that was sure to be followed by many, many more. 

[nicoline1998enilocin]

What if you did something with Bucky and Steve watching the reader use a toy?

Can't take my eyes off you

PAIRING ⇒ Boyfriends!Stucky x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT ⇒ 1.6K

SUMMARY ⇒ Steve and Bucky were busy with work, so you keep yourself company with one of your favorite toys. When they walk in on you playing with yourself, they can't help but join in and have some fun by themselves as well.

RATING ⇒ Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS ⇒ Polyamorous relationship, use of nicknames (Princess, Printsessa)

SMUT ⇒ Porn with a plot, belly bulge, masturbation, use of a dildo, mutual masturbation, handjobs, voyeurism, reference to spitroasting, squirting, and cockwarming

A/N  ⇒ Hmm, let's imagine this scenario, shall we, Nonnie? I hope you enjoy what I did with this, and thank you very much for inspiring this idea! The voyeur in me is going crazy every time I reread this, and it was a hoot to write! This is beta-read by the lovely @late-to-the-party-81, for which I thank you deeply! ❤️

A/N 2.0 ⇒ My requests are open again! Please feel free to send them for each person or character I write for, and I can't wait to see what amazing ideas you'll all come up with!

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It's been a long day for you, as your boyfriends have been gone almost the entire day due to mandatory meetings. Luckily, you didn't have to attend, but it meant you'd been bored for a while. You’ve tried everything from reading a book to watching TV; your apartment is spotless, and now you're scrolling on your phone on the bed, feeling restless.

Your phone is thrown to the side with a huff, and you look around the bedroom when your eye suddenly falls on a small, rectangular box in the closet, and you instantly get excited. Within the blink of an eye, you're standing in front of the closet, the black box feeling heavy in your hands, arousal already pooling in your panties at the thought of what you're about to do.

The walk back to the bed is quick, and you're soon undressed, leaving you completely bare as you sit back down on the bed, box in hand. Your heart is racing as you think about the moment Bucky handed you the box, a beautiful red bow tied around it.

"I got you something... personal, Printsessa," Bucky tells you; all your birthday guests have just left. You're alone with one of your boyfriends in the kitchen, cleaning up the cups and other trash when you turn to meet his gaze. A sparkle of mischief is visible in his bright blue eyes, with a matching grin lighting up his features.

"But you already gave me a present! You really didn't have to do this,'' you tell him, your curiosity piqued regardless. He hands it to you, and the bow finds its way onto the counter; and when you open the box, you see an exact replica - size and girth included - of Bucky's cock. Everything from every vein to the color of it is eerily life-like, and you're already clenching your thighs in anticipation.

"Does Steve know about this?" you ask him, not wanting your other boyfriend to be left out.

"Who do you think helped me make the mold for it, Printsessa?" Bucky nearly growls, his voice deepening immensely with his own arousal coursing through his veins. He's getting hard, his cock straining against the confinement of his pants.

It didn't take long for you to be on the bed, riding the silicon replica of Bucky's cock, while he was jerking off his real one. He couldn’t stop looking at you as you took it all the way to the base, moaning Bucky's name loudly until you're both finding your release not much later. You would use that toy many more times, either with or without your boyfriends, and it is possibly the best gift Bucky could have ever gotten you.

You settle against the pillows and headrest, the toy feeling nice and heavy in your hand as you spread your legs, your phone in your hand as you're going to search for some videos to watch. It's a good thing your boyfriends aren't shy about filming during sex, so there's plenty of content for you to enjoy.

After some scrolling, you decide to go with a video where they're both fucking you at the same time and as soon as you click the start button, long, broken moans and pleas to cum fill the room. As you look at your phone, you can feel yourself slowly getting more aroused, so you bring the large toy to your pussy, dragging it through your folds as your lip is held between your teeth. A sharp feeling of pleasure courses through you as it rubs over your clit, your body jolting at the sensation.

After teasing yourself for a few minutes, you line the large tip of the dildo with your entrance before pushing in slowly, stretching you just the way you love so much. Both of their cocks always stretch you immensely, but with Bucky being just a bit bigger, it always takes a bit more time.

A moan leaves your throat as you push in more of the toy, your body slowly accepting the silicon while you keep looking at the video on your phone. The ‘you’ on screen is on all fours, Steve fucking your pussy, and Bucky has his cock in your mouth.   He sets a brutal pace, and you gag around him.

It doesn't take long for the dildo to be fully inside you, and you look down to see your belly bulging slightly, just like it does whenever Bucky is deep inside you, and you can't help but grin at the sight. Seeing how deep both boys can get inside you always spurs them on; it makes them even more horny, and they never get enough of the sight.

After you've adjusted to the stretch, you slowly start thrusting the replica cock in and out, the video you were watching now forgotten as you put the phone down. Your eyes are closed as the pleasure builds slowly with every motion; every time the toy pushes in and glides out, you let out a soft moan.

Suddenly, you feel a presence in the room with you, but you don't move to cover up or stop what you're doing. Instead, you spread your legs even wider so both your boyfriends can get a better view of your glistening pussy and the toy smoothly gliding in and out. When you open your eyes, their arousal is plainly visible - both in their pants and lust-filled eyes. They look at you like they want to devour you whole.

"You're really bad at hiding how horny you are," you tell them between soft moans, and you see a deep red blush creeping over both your boyfriend's cheeks. You can see they're getting a little antsy as they stand there, wanting nothing more than to touch you, but you have an even better idea. You take your bottom lip between your teeth in anticipation, and your line of sight glides down to their crotches, seeing how hard they are as they strain against the confines of their pants.

"I want both of you on the bed, but-" you say with a pointed tone, "you can only help each other. I want to see the two of you getting each other off while you watch me make myself cum on this toy.” Bucky's eyes widen at your words, and Steve is already on his way to the bed, clothes strewn across the floor before his knees hit the bed in anticipation.

"Can I kiss you, Princess? Please, let me kiss these beautiful lips of yours,'' Steve asks as he crawls over to you, taking his place between your legs, his lips mere inches away from yours, and you can't say no to him. After a slight nod, Steve moves forward to capture your lips with his, letting your tongues dance while Bucky looks on, his metal hand slowly and loosely jerking himself.

"Look at you two; I couldn't wish for a better sight," Bucky mumbles as he takes in the view before him. Steve pulls away with a small smile dancing on his lips before sitting back on his haunches, admiring how your belly bulges with the toy.

"C'mere, Buck, look at your cock stretching her belly," he tells his boyfriend, who's nearly drooling at what he’s seen so far alone. The only way it would be even better is if it were him inside you, but he'll happily look at the toy stretching your pussy too. Once his clothes are off, he takes his place on the bed, waiting patiently for Steve.

The scene unfolding in front of you has you clenching your thighs and arousal flooding over the toy and onto the bed, more moans leaving your lips. Steve and Bucky are on their knees, chest to chest, and kissing each other passionately, their tongues dancing in a fight over dominance, each having a hand wrapped around the other's cock.

''Fuck, look at you two," you groan as your free hand glides to your clit, the toy still thrusting in and out at a steady pace as the familiar feeling of an orgasm is building in the pit of your stomach, a warmth spreading through your veins as your eyes are locked on their hands working on each other's cocks.

"Cum for us, Princess, cum for us, and after, we'll fuck you completely senseless," Steve tells you, and with a few tight circles and well-aimed thrusts, you become a moaning, writhing mess on the sheets, your arousal squirting out of you. Your legs tremble as your back arches, the toy becoming too much inside you as you pull it out, panting loudly as you keep your eyes on your boyfriends.

"C'mere, Princess," Steve says as he reaches out his hand for you, and you take it. He lets go of Bucky so you can place yourself between them, Steve in front of you, and Bucky behind you so you're in the middle of a super-soldier sandwich.

"We're so proud of you, you know that?" Bucky whispers in your ear as you let your head fall back against his shoulder, two pairs of hands wandering over your body, ensuring you're relaxed enough for everything that’s about to happen. The rest of the night, both men make you fall apart, and somewhere around the third orgasm, although you may have lost count, you fall into a deep sleep.

You're lulled into a dreamless sleep as you're pressed once again between your boyfriends, Steve behind you and Bucky in front, both of them still buried deep inside you, plugging you up so not a single drop of their cum will escape from your body. It's the best night's sleep you've had in a while, and you’ll whip out the toy more often if this is what it brings you.

[haileygarciasunshine]

Ghosts from the Past

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: swearing, fighting

Word Count: 2,645

Summary: When the readers friends call her in desperate need of back up, will she join the team after the fight or go back to her ‘normal’ life?

Avengers Masterlist

Continuing your walk down Park Ave, your phone rang again. It had been ringing off the hook all morning. Checking the caller ID, it was another one of the ghosts from your past. They didn’t know the new you, nor were you going to give them a chance to. They lost that privilege when they turned their back on you.

It had been a couple months, since the falling out. During that time, you had gotten your own apartment while studying to be a Doctor at New York Medical College. You didn’t move far from Manhattan, in deep hopes that your ex friends would call you needing your help.

Now that they were, you weren’t sure if you were ready to reopen that old wound.

“What’s up, Doc?” Your co-worker John greeted you as soon as you walked in through the bookstore doors, “You’ve got some visitors.”

Gesturing towards the group of men occupying, the front reading chairs for customers. Thankfully, they were all too busy looking out of the large window, to notice you walk in.

Sneaking by, your attention was still on the group of men when you walked into a built chest, halting your steps. The stranger dropped the books in his hands, as they had found your forearms in attempt to stop you from falling.

“I’m so sorry! I’m such a clutz.” You said hurriedly as you kneeled down to help the stranger pick up his books.

“It’s okay. No harm done.” He offered a light chuckle in attempt to lighten the mood.

As you handed him the books, his Icey blue eyes, ironically sent shivers down your spine.

Offering his hand he said, “I’m Steve.”

“Y/N.” You said accepting his hand shake.

His hand made its way to the back of his neck, nervously as he said, “Sorry about my friends over there..”

Before you could response, a deep voice cut in, “Nice to see you again, Y/N.” The man joined you and Steve before continuing, “You might’ve been able to sneak past the others, but you can’t bullshit a bullshitter.”

“Tony...” you started.

Looking between you and Tony a confused expression was across his features, “Wait. You two know eachother?”

Chuckling lightly, crossing his arms Tony replied, “She knows everyone on the team actually. Except for... you.” He stated matter of factly, pointing a finger at Steve.

“Now that you’ve met...”

“Tony. Don’t.” Your voice laced with bitter.

“Aye, Yo, boys!” Tony said, whistling afterwards, “Look who I found.”

You turned and glared at Tony before snarling, “Fuck you.”

Suddenly, the three men bounded over to join you. Each of the men, towering over you.

“Y/N!” Thor yelled in excitement as he run up behind you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he momentarily forgot about his in humane strength, squeezing you as he twirled around with you in his arms.

Giggling you let your head fall back against his chest.

“Hey, Thor.”

Setting you back on your feet, he didn’t remove himself from you, earning an arched eye brow from Steve and Tony.

Removing his arms, he allowed Peter, and Robert to greet you giving you excited hugs. After everyone had greeted you, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders holding you to him, protectively. Giggling at his actions you brought your hands up, to rest on his arms.

“Hey, Doc.” John said as he joined the group, “You can go home for the day. It’s a slow day anyway.”

Tony was the first to turn and question you, “Why does this goon call you Doc?”

Scoffing you rolled your eyes at him, “Like you care.”

He frowned slightly, “I do..”

Anger overwhelmed your body, “Oh you do?” Thor had loosened his grip on you over the past few moments, as he was paying attention to something Peter was saying.

Sighing Tony tried, his voice laced with guilt, “Look, Kid.. I didn’t mean for things to play out the way they did...”

Taking a slight step forward, anger still evident in your voice, “Don’t call me kid. If you cared you wouldn’t have cut me out months ago!”

Thor snapped his attention to the scene playing out in front of him, suddenly pulling you forcefully back towards him, in attempt to keep your range controlled.

“Let me go!” You snarled at Thor, attempting to rip his arms off you.

“No. I won’t let you do something you’ll regret.”

“Oh really?” You were still trying to pry his arms off as you continued, “Where was your compassion months ago, huh Thor?”

“Y/N...”

Sighing, you gave up trying to get loose, “Save it.” You cut him off.

“No!” His voice boomed, “We are all going back to head quarters and we will sort this out. That’s final!”

“I’m not going.” You sassed him stubbornly.

“Fine.”

Thinking you had won, he let go of you. Shock was evident across your face as he grabbed your shoulders, spinning you around, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Thor!” You shrieked.

He chuckled at your shriek, “We don’t have time to waste on your stubbornness. Let’s go.”

The group filed out of the book store, not bothering to question what Thor was doing.

“Hey, Y/N.” Peter said as he made his way closer to you. 

Sighing you replied, “What is it Peter?”

“Why did the guy back at the book store, call you Doc?”

“Because, I’m a month away from graduating college and becoming a Doctor Peter.” You said, coming out more harsh then you intended. 

“Oh.” 

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Tony questioned.

“Tony, if I wasn’t hanging upside down off of gentle giant here, I would give you a bitch face.” You replied frustrated, “Because... It was very clear that you all wanted nothing to do with me.”

Feeling a deep rumble underneath you, Thor cut in, “Y/N.” He groaned.

“What? It’s the truth!”

Once everyone entered, the Avengers headquarters, the elevators dinged, signalling entry. 

“Seriously? You can let me down now.” You sighed in frustration.

“No can do, little one.” Thor rumbled.

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“Y/N!” Natasha squealed excitedly, “Thor let the poor girl down!”

Thor finally, put you down, holding you steady as the blood dispersed through your body as it had rushed to your head, glancing at yourself in a window, your face was cherry red. 

“Long time, no see! It’s good to have you back!” 

“I’m not back.” Determination in your voice.

Rolling her eyes, she grabbed your hand, “Come on. Let’s get down to business. Besides it’s nice to have another female around.”

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“Wow.” You said starstruck, gazing around the conference room in the Avengers headquarters. 

“I know, right?” Tony said beside you.

Rolling your eyes while crossing your arms, “Don’t talk to me. I’m still mad at you.”

Moving around the table, you pulled out a chair to sit. Thor slapped your hands away, being the gentleman he was, he pulled out your chair for you, sitting next to you.

“Our biggest concern right now is HYDRA.” Natasha started.

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“It can be overwhelming, when you throw yourself back into this.” A husky voice sounded, pulling your gaze from the night skyline of the city.

“Yeah....” You replied hesitantly, nervously scratching the back of your neck.

“I can see why the team, wouldn’t budge on their opinion of involving you in this mission.” Steve said gently.

Sighing you replied, “Yeah right. So far, you’ve only seen me act like a brat to the people I consider my family.” Guilt spread across your features as you confessed.

Shrugging he said, “It’s understandable. You’re hurt. People do things they don’t mean when they’re hurt.”

Awkward silence fell over the both of you.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” He gestured to the skyline.

“Breath taking.”

He hummed in response.

He was nervous about something, shifting his weight from foot to foot, a nervous tell.

“So...” He cleared his throat, “You and Thor, huh?”

His question caught you off guard, causing you to giggle. Steve turned his gaze towards you frowning slightly.

“No... Oh, no....Thor’s like my brother.” You let out, “Like a really annoying older brother.”

Embarrassment danced across his features, causing a light cherry tint to spread on his cheeks. 

“I love the guy...Just not in a romantic way.” You quickly added.

Thor joined the both of you by the great window. 

“Hey, guys.” He nodded, “I decided you’re staying the night, Y/N. I’ll bring a pillow and blanket to the living room area. Dinner will be ready in twenty. Don’t be late.”

“Thor. I’m not staying the night.” You said rolling your eyes.

Backing away from the both of you, he continued, “Yeah, well it looks like you will be.”

You groaned before responding, “Thor....”

“I think you should stay..” Steve tried.

His comment, caught you off guard causing you heat to rise to your cheeks, as butterflies erupted fluttering in your stomach.

“Are you... Are you sure?” Your voice barely above a whisper.

He offered you a smile and a nod in response. “Come, I’ll take you to the dining room.” 

Suddenly, his hand was on the small of your back guiding you gently through the halls, giving you a mini tour as you went. As you entered the dining room, you saw y/f/f, out for dinner. 

The table was a farmhouse style dinner table, long enough to fit the whole team. Thor sat on one side of you, while Steve surprisingly, opted to sit on the other side of you. Throughout dinner, Steve’s thigh firmly rested against yours, as his arm lightly brushed against yours. After dinner was finished, the team had continued sitting at the table. Steve’s hand, hesitantly, rested on your knee, before gently traveling to rest on your thigh, causing the butterflies to flutter more crazily than they did before.

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“Y/N!” Thor yelled in worry.

You were fighting with one of HYDRA’s minions. Attempting to look at the rest of the team, everyone was either fighting a minion or making their way to fight HYDRA per the plan. However, the plan had gone south a little. Thor, was surrounded by four minions, along with Peter and Tony. 

Suddenly, you were thrown to the concrete. The man above you, barely let you hit the ground before he had you by the back of your hair, yanking you to your feet. Earning a groan in pain from you.

“What?” He smirked, “Little girl doesn’t have power like her friends?” He taunted. 

“Shut up.” You spat. In retaliation, he punched you in the face. Your eyes involuntarily watered, as you could feel your lip split, from the impact. Before you could think of making your next move, his strong hand wrapped around your throat, beginning to squeeze, bringing you to your knees.

“Little Girl’s going to let her friends watch her die?” He laughed, bringing his face uncomfortably close to yours, “Don’t believe me? Take a look for yourself.” 

He moved you so that you could look to the side. Confusion coursed through your body. The team was on their knees, with the minions behind them, ensuring their attention on you.

“Don’t worry.” His hot breath danced along the outer shell of your ear, “I’ll make it fast.” His grip on your throat tightened once again, causing you to gasp trying to breathe.

“Y/N.” Tony, Thor and Peter all said in unison, attempting to get your attention. You were able to turn your head slightly, gazing at the team, as you were gasping for air.

Suddenly they nodded before saying, “Do it.”

That was the only confirmation that you needed. Memory of the training that you had endured when you were with your friends, you were able to catch the man towering above you off guard. Kicking him in the leg, he stumbled back before yelling, “You bitch!”

 Your lungs that were on fire from lack of oxygen, began to sooth. Placing your hand on the pavement, it began to crack from a mile away. The man shot you a confused look, before raising his fist running towards you, ready to strike again. Adrenalin was pumping, through your body, as your fight instincts kicked in. 

Your friends knew about your abilities. You were able to control the four elements, Earth, Fire, Wind and Water. 

The crack in the cement, progressed faster, before finally separating you and the man. Suddenly the cement, opened up behind the team, so close to the men holding them on their knees. Sending a nod their way, Tony, Thor and Peter, knew it was safe for them to retaliate at their attackers. 

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“You did great out there, kid.” Tony praised you, clapping you gently on the back.

You winced in pain as he touched your shoulder, earning a whine from you.

“Woah, Kid. You alright?”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond, before he saw your dislocated shoulder.

“Tony...” You started, “Don’t....”

“Thor!” Tony yelled, through the halls.

“What is it Tony?” Thor sounded. The rest of the team joining you and Tony.

“We need you to pop Y/N’s, shoulder back in.” 

“No. I’m fine....” You tried.

 Tony nodded at Thor.

“Ready? On three.” He said, “One...” 

Excruciating pain came from your shoulder, as you cried in pain.

“Hey, Tony?” You asked.

He hummed in response. 

“Have I told you that I hate you?”

“I love you too Kiddo.”

You were sitting in the living room area with the rest of the team, mindlessly rubbed your neck where the man from earlier had his iron grip. 

“Does it...Does it hurt?” Steve questioned worried from beside you, watching your actions.

“Not really.” You offered him a weak smile.

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“So....” Thor said, rocking back and forth on his feet, “I guess... I guess this is goodbye?”

The rest of the team was surrounding you. Their faces were written with somber expressions. 

“Please don’t go, Y/N!” Peter suddenly exclaimed.

“Kid.” Tony said elbowing him in the side.

“No!” He said before continuing, “We need you Y/N! There’s plenty of room for you to join the team! I know I speak for everyone when I say, we don’t want to lose you again.”

“Yeah! We need you Doc!” Robert added.

Sighing you looked at your shoes sadly, “Guys....”

“No, Y/N. They’re right. We need you here.” Thor added, “I don’t want to lose my little sister again.” His voice broke off with sadness.

 “I...I guess I could stay...” You shrugged with a smile on your face.

The team erupted in cheers of excitement.

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Shortly, after Thor, showed you to your chambers. You decided you would deal with the feat of getting your stuff from your apartment in the next few days. 

Suddenly, there was a knock on your door. Opening the door you were met with Steve. He was holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“Steve?” You asked tilting your head to the side slighty.

Clearing his throat, he started, “Uhm....Y/N...I was wondering...I was wondering if you would go on a date with me? Tomorrow?” He was shifting his weight from foot to foot. 

“I would love to!” You exclaimed happily throwing your arms around his neck, catching him off guard with your response. 

He instantly wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up while taking a step back twirling you around in his arms.

Laughing, he set you back on your feet. His face was in close proximity to yours. His nose nuzzling yours, his hot breath dancing along your lips.

As the laughter died down, neither of you attempted to extract yourselves from the other. Steve glanced down at your lips before moving back to your eyes. Slightly leaning forward, his lips brushed against yours lightly. Heat rose in your cheeks, while butterflies were erupting your in stomach.

“Get a room!” Tony yelled as he passed by the two of you.

Pulling back slightly, you giggled at Tony’s response. 

[kaetastic]

You Had Your Chance

pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

summary: Steven Rogers finally meets you once again, after the past beween you two. 

word count: 1k+

warning: A N G S T

note: i love angst, and when i woke up- i wrote this directly lmao. i was listening to scotty sire take me away. i needed angst, have a nice day!

He heaved a sigh, eyes shut tight as the stinging alcohol slammed onto the back of his throat. The blaring music bouncing through his ears, he held back a frustrated groan and an irritated roll of his eyes. Beats of the song linked with the strong punch of the present colognes. Bodies were everywhere, walking from one side of the room to the other. It was getting on his nerves.

“What’cha doing?” Sam inquired, pushing his legs onto the high chair. It squeaked at the sudden weight. He placed his glass down, gently; the blue liquid in his cup splashed out slightly. He hissed in at the spill. “Thank you.” He sent a thankful smile to the bartender who noticed the mishap, wiping it away- there was no trace of the accident. Only beads of water from the wet towel.

Steve who still didn’t answer his question, rubbed his temples in circles, he felt nauseous in the confinement of the room. It was spacious indeed, but the number of guests Tony invited made him feel overcrowded and overwhelmed with emotions. He didn’t know why he was drinking either. Why was he even here? Thoughts ran around his head to answer his own question. But it all zapped to faded specks of dust.

“Woah…” The Falcon stared in awe, mouth gaped open, jaw resting on the floor as he blinked rapidly, not believing his sight. But it was true. The glittery and sparkly dress was prominent amongst the audience. Steve pulled away from the table, glancing at his friend before scanning the crowd in hopes of finding what left him astounded. It didn’t take long for him to find the breathtaking reason.

The hard beats of the song slowed down, volume muffled as his eyes land on the front door. The dress hugged her curves, thin straps holding the pieces as a slit had cut from her thigh and below. His lips parted as he admired her choice of outfit, mouth suddenly went dry. Those who stood in her way paced backwards to make way for her, as they too stared at her with amazement, gobsmacked at the beauty that stood in front of them. As if time was slowed down, her head whipped from side to side, eyes running with no halting. She was looking for someone.

A grin smeared on her lips once it landed on his, her pearly white teeth gleaming and twinkling. She paced forward but halted once an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her body into his warmth. She glanced at him, eyebrows furrowed which relaxed once she realized it was him. Albeit everyone had their eyes on them, their composure didn’t falter under pressuring gazes. And if her smile wasn’t bright enough, it shone more. Playing the same reaction, he pressed a soft kiss on her lips that was painted with a fierce red.

Steve’s hopes clashed like fragile glass. His clench on his cup tightened slightly, not enough for it to shatter. They pulled away, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist as they walked closer to him; his eyes accidentally making contact with Y/N. Steve’s breath hitched, rapidly changing his view to the bar. The strong breeze swung by him, the scent of her favourite perfume intoxicated him. She would always wear that one.

And very much to his dismay, they passed him. Glancing to face her, the music played a rather soft melody this time, he watched as she hugged Tony and Pepper. She radiated happiness, on top of the world as she laughs; her head was thrown back with a large smile, her curled hair bouncing on her shoulders.

He just wanted to go back in time to be with her. To take the chance he never did. 

A deep sigh left his lips, he rubbed his thumb onto the wine glass- head facing down the rail as his eyes shut tight. The music that resounded were confined in the party hall, the only barrier between the busy city and the party was the door that perfectly sealed the noise. Only muffled melodies slipped pass the busy night.

The door squeaked. The music was very much to his disliking, blaring after. He cleared his throat, standing still to seem more presentable; not knowing who it was. Sipping on the wine, the faint clash of the door fitting back to close. He froze. The familiar scent entering his lungs.

He flinched back to leave, but he was cornered. He adjusted his cuffs, trying to distract himself. Not wanting to glance at the figure.

The heavy silence weighed on their shoulder, it took him everything to hold back the urge of turning to face her, “Remember when we first met?” As if a spark of electricity zapped through his muscles, he tensed. Slightly shocked at the abrupt commencement of a hopefully, conversation, his eyes didn’t waver as his orbs started to look around the busy night streets. He tried to find something interesting, to pull himself away. But a pit of fire roared in his stomach, he had to take this chance.

“How could I forget?” He mumbled back, not an answer but a question to her own. She chuckled, wearing a gleaming smile as she gripped onto the cold rails. A slight hiss left her lips before she got comfortable, warmth radiating the frozen-like metal.

“I remembered when we used to get coffees together.” She reoccurred the memory, a content smile at the quick play of the past. He nodded.

“I would be the one to wake you up for training,” He chuckled, shaking his head as he joined the memory train. “You were always cranky if someone woke you up, feral.” She gasped from his sudden insult, a hand on her heart with widened eyes as she was left dumbfounded for a few seconds. More shocked at his boldness rather than his insult.

“My beauty sleep is my top priority.” She reasoned, scoffing.

“Really? You always slept at 4 a.m. in the morning.” He glimpsed to face her, it was an action with no hesitation and zero to no thoughts. He finally realized his mistake, looking at her. His mouth wide open as he finally gets to admire her up close, her curled hair fitted her outfit perfectly. The glitter that smeared across her cheekbones shimmered, her lipstick still strong. He watched as she chuckled at his comment.

The silence creeping back in, shivers running down their spine as they stood there, honking of the streams of vehicles in traffic echoing through the balcony.

A twinkle of sparkle hits his eyes, he side-glanced at the shiny object. His heart clenched. He quickly averted his gaze, breathing heavier as thoughts devoured him. Clearing his throat once again, he decided to break the silence, “That’s a beautiful ring.” He commented, not daring to look at her reaction.

Y/N smiled, turning her left hand to admire the diamond ring that wrapped around her elegantly. Smaller sized diamonds embodied the sides of the rings- adding more twinkle like the stars that smeared across the night sky. The memory of her wedding flashing before her eyes, she breathed out the air she didn’t know she was holding, taking her seconds to think of a reply, “How about you?”

“Hm?” He turned to face her.

“Where’s the lucky lady?” She chuckled, hoping to crack the tension that suffocated her throat; she wonders if he felt it.

Steve pushed the metal rail, holding onto it as he looks up at the dark canvas of a sky, “Haven’t found one yet,” He answered, a bit too nonchalantly than he intended. Finally, the realization of awkwardness and tension slapped him. “I mean, who would want to be with a 100-year-old man?”

She smiled at his attempt of relieving the tension. His mouth gaped open to finally ask her the question that had been stabbing him for months. Which faltered to a thin line when the drumming speakers flowed out to slip through the eerie silence between the two. Her head whipped back to take a glimpse at the person who punched a hole through the barrier, allowing the familiar rhythm to recklessly join the night.

“I’m not ruining anything right?” The brunette asked, glancing at his wife and Captain America. She shook her head. He wore a friendly smile as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pecking her forehead at her body warmth; happiness erupting in his stomach as she hugged his chest tight.

“Steve, my husband- Duncan. Duncan, Steve.” They shook their hands, Steve dragged the moment a bit too long as his grip harden. Duncan’s mouth gaped open, standing awkwardly; glancing at his wife who stared at their hands.

“Sorry, just thinking.” The super soldier lied, cringing at how bad it came out. Pulling his hand back, he smiled at the couple.

“Sorry Cap, have to steal this gorgeous woman for the night.” She slapped his shoulders, cheeks painted red at his compliment. “What? It’s true. Your favourite song is playing, come on.” Y/N grinned at her husband’s intentions, she nodded as he interlaced his fingers with her.

Steve’s tongue twisted, the door opened and Duncan was pulling her to enter the building but before she disappeared, he yelled, “Let’s get some coffee later!” She nodded before her figure was engulfed, her body joining the rest as she happily danced with her husband.

The door was shut once again, he sighed as he watched her having the best time of her life. The blaming that he had found himself acquainting floated and hovered around his conscience; she flowed to the rhythm perfectly as Duncan twirled her around. It could’ve been him. It could’ve been him who made her happy. It could’ve been him to kneel on one knee. It could’ve. But his fear of losing someone else stopped him.

[yandere-daydreams]

You listed Marvel in a recent ask about fandoms you’re interested in and since requests are open, how about yandere Steve/Bucky (together) with a fiery defiant Darling?

I’ve been waiting so long to start writing for marvel… I’m glad I get to start with these two. And just for clarification, let’s say this happens after End-Game, if Steve just came back like a responsible boyfriend instead of fucking off and getting old. 

Lately, you wondered if your boyfriends might be getting kind of clingy.

As you struggled in Bucky’s lap, pinned under a heavy metal arm and a gag stuffed in your mouth, he didn’t spare you a second glance, his free arm petting through your hair, every little movement only pushed you further into his chest, Buck refusing to go, like he had been since your ‘conversation’, earlier that day. Steve wasn’t much better, just sitting on the edge of your bed, pouting whenever you got too loud, too panicked. The disappointment plastered across both of their faces stung, driving something hot into your heart and twisting, but having to face their judgment was better than just sitting back and accepting… accepting whatever this was. 

Bucky was the first to break the silence, sighing as he spoke. “(Y/n)’s been like this since I broke the news,” He explained, rubbing gentle circles in your side. The gesture was, somehow, less than comforting, cold fingers pressing a little too hard into your side. “They’re not taking it very well… think we should leave them alone, for a while? I’ve got a pair of handcuffs in the spare room.”

At the mention of the actual bondage, your movements only grew more frenzied. In a haze, you kicked out, briefly making contact with Steve’s chest before Bucky growled a wordless threat. The man only winced, his frown deepening as he moved forward, coming to sit at your side. “I don’t like it either, you know that, honey. But if you don’t calm down, the stress will start to affect your health.” The words were said passively, sympathetically, like he wasn’t the one who’d done this to you. A few months ago, he might’ve said the same thing about staving off sleep to work on your S.H.E.I.L.D. assignments.

Well… it’d been a few months to you.

Five years to Steve, a lifetime of loss and hiding to Bucky.

“You’re not getting sick,” Bucky chuckled, the sound darker than he probably meant for it to be. He’d fallen into Steve’s paranoia easily, quiet whispers and worst-case-scenarios triggering the over-protective tendencies you’d been helping him to suppress, before the ‘snap’. It was terrifying, how quickly he’d gone from trusting you with a gun to barely letting you use a butter-knife without heavy supervision, but you couldn’t summon enough strength to be surprised. Just trying to figure out what was going on drained you. “We just got you… how about an early bedtime tonight, Captian? I mean, it just wouldn’t be safe to let them lose rest.”

You grunted be behind the gag, the two looking away from you, Bucky relenting first, pulling the cloth out and letting it fall around your neck, even if he did so… reluctantly. You let yourself still for a second, taking a deep breath and gathering yourself, squaring your shoulders. It probably wasn’t necessary, though, considering the only things you could thing to say.

“Fuck both of you, this is insane!” You spat, not bothering to hide the venom you’d been holding in. Bucky tensed, his fingers twitching at your side, but Steve just shook his head, always so sickeningly patient. “Listen, I don’t know what the hell is happening, but you two need to let me go! I haven’t checked-in with Fury in days, he’s going to think I’m dead! And with the way you two are acting, I might as well’ve been kidnapped-”

Before you could finish, Steve was pinching your cheek, glaring softly and driving his nails just deep enough to force you into silence. You obeyed with a grimace, but sinking back into Bucky’s chest wasn’t much better than facing the Hero sitting less than an arm’s length away. “Do not use that word, we’re not ‘kidnapping’ you.” His voice was harsher, now, colder and stricter, more serious than you’d ever heard him. You opened your mouth, ready to tell him you were literally being held against your will, but a soft shove from Bucky and another warning look was enough to shut you up. “It’s for your safety. With everything that’s happened, you should thank us for being thoughtful, and realizing how much danger you were putting yourself in. We just decided you were better off here, where we can protect you.”

“And what if I don’t want to be protected?” You limited yourself, this time, not writing or lashing out, but making sure they could hear your discontent, regardless. “What if I don’t just play along and let you two do something illegal, something… disgusting?”

Without a word, they exchanged glances, holding each other’s gazes while you quickly grew uncomfortable. Steve was the first one to break his composure, lips curling into a grin, eyes glinting as he let out that cruel, awful laugh. Bucky was polite, in comparison, only leaning down to kiss your hair, that wide, toothy smile pressing into your skin. He didn’t laugh, but the way his grip loosened, how he suddenly didn’t seem the slightest bit concerned with your efforts to get away… it was much of an improvement, to say the least.

“You think we care about the law, at this point?” Steve mumbled, barely loud enough for you to hear. He was more confident when he next shifted, not hesitating to pull you into a tight, crushing hug, kissing your forehead, letting his lips linger for far too long. “I went without you for years, Bucky understands that. You can’t talk your way out of this, anymore.”

“And besides,” Bucky continued, finally letting you go. You moved to stand, to get away, to hide, but the fingers soon clenched around your wrist killed your hope as soon as it had formed. Still, you didn’t dare to face your aggressor, keeping your eyes on the sheets. You weren’t sure what you could see if you looked up, but the pure happiness in his voice was enough to tell you, whatever your captors had planned, it couldn’t be good.

Not for you, at least.

“No one would blame us for taking care of you, would they?”

[marveling-chrisevans]

Its Always Been You - Chris Evans x Reader

Chris Evans x Reader 

Prompt: Prompt: Start and end with the same line - Line “i never stood a chance, Did i?” 

Word count: 2,177

Warnings: Fluff, very fluffy 

Reader: Female 

Summary: you had a deadbeat boyfriend and finally had enough before you realized the person you were always meant to be with was always right there 

** if you have an idea and wanna message it to me, I am happy to write it. im always looking for one shot prompts or ideas to write on top of the stories I like to put off**

“I never stood a chance, Did i?” You wondered as the tears that had built up in your eyes finally spilled down your cheek as you looked at him “why did you lead me on then?” You wondered and shoved the man in front of you the man that you had spent the last few months going on date after date for him to just for him to tell you that you were not the one and he was actually already engaged to someone else. You did what any one would do you went to your best friend. No contact. You showed up at the door and knocked on the door, as it swung open you head a dog barking. You saw the tall man standing there opening his arms to you as he saw you were upset “i don’t know why I try” you said to him as you feel his arms pull you in and your head rests in his chest as he rubs your back softly pulling you into the house softly so he can close the door before his dog gets out “you try because you have a big heart, even for that asshole, who does not deserve you” He answered back as he kissed the top of your head softly, in a comforting manner, you didn’t think anything of it “no its exactly what I deserve” you said back to him “if you excuse me I am going to go actual dead man float in your pool” you said as you pulled your phone out of your pocket set it on the table as you walked by and belly flopped into the pool. His dog jumped in after you and stopped you from doing whatever you were doing. You laugh as you float in his pool “dodger stop!!” You laugh and try and swim away from the dog as you felt another splash behind you “Chris Make him stop, he might actually drown me” you said as you couldn’t really touch where you decided to jump in fully clothed into the pool He saw over to you and supported you as dodger gave you one more lick and got himself out of the pool “it doesn’t help that you are fully clothed in the pool, that gives you a good 10 pounds more” he said as you splashed him “Evans i swear” you said back to him as you reached and pulled off your shirt just leaving you in a bralette which is basically like a bikini top anyways. And tossed it to the side of the pool, followed by your jeans and then swam away from him. He shook his head and didn’t follow, as the two of you swam for awhile before you pulled yourself out of the water. “can I uh borrow those sweatpants that are now too small for you since you became the hulk?” You wondered as you looked at your best friend who basically was beefing up for his next movie “they still fit, what are you talking about?” He said as he grabbed himself a towel and threw one at you, and you wrapped it around yourself “you mean the ones that, sit right here on your hip bone, that if you bend over you could rip the ass out in them..” You countered back and raised an eyebrow and walked into his room to find them yourself. Dodger happily followed as you were one of his favorite people.

You didn’t mind changing infant of Chris, as the two of you grew up close, in locker rooms, dressing rooms for plays, you met in college in new York as you both auditioned for the same show and kinda just hit it off. You went over to his dresser and dug in his drawer and pulled them out “you mean these that you have had since college” you said as you slide off your panties and slide his sweatpants on. And then went and grabbed one of his t-shirts and turned so your back was facing him and unclipped the bra and pulled his shirt on. When you turned around you saw he was in the middle of changing himself. You couldn’t help but look him up and down because let's be honest tho it was just friendship, you had to admit that he kept it tight. Chris shook his head at you as he walked away. You followed and went and laid on his couch “do you still have that Mint chip?” You wondered as this wasn’t the first time you ended up on his couch after you and Matt, ended things cause he cheated and you always forgave him, cause you thought its what you deserve “if I give it to you, do you promise to share?” He wondered grabbing it out of the freezer You shook your head “no, what have you not learned this entire friendship is soul based on your able ness to not take the ice cream when I'm heart broken” you said and took it from him when he brought it over “is this the last time?” He wondered looking at you. As you had a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth as you looked at him with your big eyes, wet hair. You shrugged looking at him as you were not sure, your head was telling you yes, but your heart wanted to try one more time. “im not sure” you responded with a mouth full of ice cream. And sighed “yes? I need it to be, but we moved in together, and where am I suppose to stay? I can’t move home. God I can’t do that’ you said back to him “well ill be in Atlanta for the next couple months, why don’t you stay here, and keep dodger company, and ill be home and come visit, well you work getting back on your feet?” He offered you. You knew this is what you needed, you didn’t have an excuse to go running back to him now so all you did was nod “okay, but you have to come with me to get all of my stuff” you asked him, and he knew what that meant, and he didn’t hesitate to respond yes. You sigh as the two of you sat on his couch with dodger in between the both of you, watching Netflix, laughing at one of his old movies ‘playing in cool’ mostly at the part where he dressed like a girl. It was your favorite form of blackmail, you made him watch it every time you got your heart broken. He was your best friend and did everything you wanted him to do without hesitation. Chris left town to work on one of the new avenger movies, or solo movie you we're not entirely sure. You and dodger held down the fort. You held your ground, no matter when Matt tried to come crawling back to you, you said no, you kept saying no. You needed to get away, before you gave in. so you got yourself a ticket to see your best friend work on one of the biggest movies of the summer, a short flight later you knocked on his hotel room, but he was not there, instead his assistant answered and let you in, and told you to make yourself comfortable. He would be on set late that night.

You walked around his suite, seeing the giant tub. You smile as you finish your tour. You wanted to take full advantage of that tub, it was like the one you always wanted and tried to get Chris to get when he remodeled but he got one with jets and was lame, nothing like the old fashion claw foot tubs. You put your hair in a messy bun and turned on the hot water, and found some bubbles and let that stu as you turned on your favorite album and grabbed the book he was reading as you didn’t bring your own, and climbed into the tub and just relaxed. About an hour later you heard the Hotel room door open and shut “y/n” he yelled like he was letting you know he was home “In the bathroom” you said back as you folded the page of his book you were on and turned to look at him walking though the door as he laughed “i knew I would find you in that thing” Chris smiled “come on we are going out with the cast, since off, and get dressed, you and I are going to have fun” he said to you “seriously, Mackie wants to meet you” He said mentioning one of the newest cast members “oh my god okay, grab my dress out of my bag and ill jump in the shower” You said handing him the book “also I need to borrow that when you get home” you said as he left “DON”T LOOSE MY PAGE” you said letting the water out of the tub and went and rinsed off in the shower before wrapping a towel around your waist and walked out to the living area where he pulled out the dress you asked for, you changed and went into the bathroom to put your face on and simple curl your hair. You heard a knock on the door as Chris answered it, and heard two men walk in, you peak your head out the door and went running over to Sebastian “Stannn!” You said giving him a hug, it has been a second since you had seen him in a few years. Sebastian smiled and hugged you back and introduced you to Anthony the newest member of the Capitan America cast. “alright are you boys ready to go out?” You smirked and slide on your heals becoming as tall as Chris was, you linked your arms with his as the four of you walked out of the hotel room and walked to the nearest bar. You went to our go to drink and the boys drank beer. A few drinks later, you were on the dance floor with Chris swaying to a slow song, you were a little more drunk than you normally were at that point, Anthony was not messing around with the shots. “I love you, you know that?” you wondered as you looked up at Chris He nodded “i know, I don’t know where my life would be with out your crazy self” He said honestly with a slight grin as he spun you. You spun then quickly steadied yourself as you put your hands on his chest and your forehead into his shoulder, as his arms went around your waist “y/n” he paused for a second before he kept talking “you know its always been you right?” He wondered. YOu pulled your head away just slightly and looked at him “always been me?” You wondered back, I mean you loved chris, but you didn’t believe that you deserve to loved like this man could love you. “I love you, I mean like love you, its always been you ive dreamed about spending my future with, and I know you don[t think you deserve to be happy for whatever reason, and I am right here to tell you that you are wrong. You deserve the damn world. And to be swept off your feet, in the right way” he said as he moved one of his hands to your cheek, and leaned down connecting the two of your together. His lips connected to yours. You never felt that sort of connection with anyone, in one simple kiss. You slowly pulled away from him as you looked up into his baby blue eyes as he looked in yours. You could swear you two were the only ones left in the bar. You thought this is what those movies were talking about “Chris” you said softly as you could feel his breath as Anthony walked up bringing you another shot “i can’t sorry” you said to Anthony before letting go of Chris and walking out of the bar. You needed a breath. Chris followed you out “y/n” he said softly as you turned to look at him your fingers linger on your lips as you still felt his against yours. You walked back over to him and crashed your lips back to his. The two of you end up back up in his hotel room.

The two of you woke up at the sound of Chris Alarm, you rolled over and saw him slowly starting to wake up, you bite your lip your lip as you just watched him come around “ I shouldn’t have fought it for so long” you sighed as he sat up slightly and gave you a peck on the lips before reaching over and turning off his alarm. “i never stood a chance did I?” You wondered as he was always the one you were meant to be with. It just took you long enough to figure it out.

[versdan]

How about a Steve x reader Drabble where whenever they get super stressed they clean vigorously and Steve is the only one who can get them to put their cleaning stuff away by food or something. Super fluffy please!

!! a Steve drabble with extra fluff comin’ right up! x

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Steve placed his keys in the dish next to the door in your shared apartment as he looked around for you. Confused, he walked through each room looking for you as you had texted him you were home early from work today.

Before he reached the bedroom, he could hear things being thrown around and he knew what was going on. Whenever you were stressed about something, you would go through your clothes or rearrange the room as a way to get your mind off things. Steve would come home at times to find the bed or dresser on the opposite side of the room and would wonder why but didn’t want to push you or question you too much as to why it would change positions.

Opening the door to the bedroom slowly, he saw all of your hanged clothes on the ground as you were in the closet, taking other clothes off the hangers and throwing them behind you. Steve stood in the doorway before moving slowly over to you.

“(Y/N)-“ he started but you accidentally threw a shirt into his face. Turning around with wide eyes, you looked at Steve who stood there with the shirt in his hands.

“Oh my- I’m sorry Steve, I just-“ you started, sighing and turning back to the closet, taking down the empty hangers and placing them ontop of the clothes.

“Babe, take a deep breath” Steve said, making his way over to you. He took your hand into his and gave them a slight squeeze. “What’s wrong?” Steve asked softly. You looked up at him, feeling a bit teary eyed.

“I got an email today from my boss and he’s putting all these new cases onto me to file through and I still haven’t finished any of my other ones and I-“ you stopped, your voice cracking a bit. “It’s just so overwhelming with everything else I have to do” you finished looking down.

Steve places his fingers under your chin and lifted your head up to look at him. He wiped away a tear that had rolled down with his thumb and gave you a small smile.

“How about we take the night to relax. I’ll cook you dinner while you’re in a nice bath and then after we can watch a movie. How’s that sound?” He asked as you shook your head.

“No I have to get to these cases and-“ you started but he shook his back at you.

“The cases will still be there when the day is over. But tonight I don’t want you to worry your pretty head about them, okay?” He spoke as you nodded your head in agreement. Looking around, you saw the huge pile of clothes you have left.

“Oh my- I really made a mess didn’t I?” You chuckled as Steve chuckled with you, pulling you in for a hug.

“I love you, Steve” you spoke into his shoulder, pulling away to look at him. He looked down at you, smiling before placing a loving kiss onto your lips.

“And I love you. Now, how’s lasagna sound?” Steve asked you as he took your hand and walked you out the room and to the bathroom to get your bath started.

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