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After All This Time
Pairing:Â CEO!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader
Word Count:Â ~1.4k
Warnings:Â none
Summary: Car trouble puts you and your boss in an awkward position, especially when you two have so much history together.
Squares Filled:Â car trouble (2020) for @star-spangled-bingo
Authorâs Note:Â any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3
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Itâs a straight shot from your house to your job. Instead of taking the main roads and confronting traffic, you take the back roads which takes an extra ten minutes, but you make up for that with your speed. The windows are down, your hair is blowing in the wind, and your music is on full blast. You pass the halfway point when the thermostat goes from the neutral position to the big bolded H. Smoke immediately starters pouring out of the engine, and you slam on your breaks to prevent the car from blowing up.
âShit! No, please donât do this to me,â you beg to no one.
You get out of the car and pull your hair into a high ponytail to keep it out of your face while you inspect the damage. You pull the hood up and a cloud of smoke bellows in your face. You quickly turn and cough violently.
âNo, no, no, this isnât happening now,â you gasp. âNot today of all days.â
You donât have time to wait for an Uber or Triple A, so the only other thing you can do is walk to work⌠in heels⌠on a dirt road. The time it will take to walk to work will be the same time or more waiting for an Uber or Triple A. Not only are you going to be late for work but youâll have to apologize to your boss about it. Normally, that wouldnât bother you but your boss just so happens to be your high school boyfriend.
Steve was the perfect boyfriend. He treated you with respect, didnât undermine your values, supported you through everything, and loved you unconditionally. Everyone in school thought you two would be together forever and there was a point where you thought that, too. Right before graduation, you got an incredible opportunity to go to a different country and do a study abroad in Russia.
Steve got into Harvard for business and wanted you to go with him. You two applied for Harvard and you both got in, but you really wanted to go to Russia to study for a semester. To spare the sad details, you two broke up. It was one of the most difficult things you have ever done because you were still in love with him.
After coming back to the States, he was already in another relationship with someone. You never thought your story would end the way it did but you forced yourself to move on. For years, you thought you did. You had a few boyfriends but none of them had an impact the way Steve did.
Then one day, you got an amazing offer to work for Captain Industries as a sales director for the entire sales department. One of the job duties as a sales director is to report everything to the CEO, and luck had it that Steve was the CEO. You often had meetings with the different department directors who touch base with Steve so he knows whatâs going on with his company.
The first day on the job, you and Steve locked eyes in the first meeting of the day. It had been years since you two have spoken much less seen each other, so you didn't want to make a big deal in front of everyone. You thought he would have said something after the meeting but he left like you didnât mean a damn thing to him. Maybe he didnât remember you, but how can someone forget the person who was their first for everything--first kiss, first date, first time you two held hands, first time you had sex, and the first time you ever gave anyone a promise ring. He was the love of your life but maybe you weren't his as much as he was yours.
When you finally reach work, you immediately head to the bathroom to fix yourself up. You must look like a sweaty mess, and your reflection confirms it. Despite the headache forming from how high your ponytail is, you keep your hair up. If you were to put it down, youâll look worse. You look at the time and curse when you realize just how late you are for your morning meeting.
Forty-five fucking minutes. Steve is going to chew your ass out. You leave the bathroom and interrupt the morning meeting with an embarrassed look on your face. Everyone turns to look at you including Steve. He looks at your hair before locking eyes with you. Time seems to slow down the longer he looks into your eyes but you break eye contact.
âSorry Iâm late. Car trouble,â you mutter.
You quickly take a seat, and the director of marketing slides her notes over to you. You look at her gratefully and look over the notes just as the meeting resumes.
âAs I was saying,â Steve says, peeling his eyes from you, âstatistics show a slight decline in demand for products. Frank, have you hired two more manufacturing engineers?â
âYes, weâre training them right now. We have been working hard creating more product.â
âGood. Y/N, how is your department doing?â
You snap your head up to look at Steve and sit up a bit straighter.
âWe lost Marissa since she went on maternity leave but we wonât let that stop us from not picking up the slack. Her duties have been spread out throughout the different managers to give to their employees. I have seen a rise in sales by ten percent.â
âMake it twenty.â
âYes, sir.â
Meetings only last an hour since Steve is so busy so the next fifteen minutes go by easily. Jules lets you keep her notes to look over and copy if needed. Most people filter out immediately but youâre one of the last ones in so you can apologize to Steve directly.
âListen, Steve, Iâm sorry for being late. My car stalled on the side of the road on the way to work. I had to walk the entire way here.â
âI need your reports on my desk by the end of the day.â
âOkay,â you whisper.
He must not be over your breakup because this isnât the Steve you knew. You gather your things and head to your office. You almost cry from how stressed you are because you still have to deal with your car. Not to mention your headache is getting worse and you donât have a brush to fix your hair.
It takes all day to work on the reports for Steve so youâre one of the last ones in the office even though you still have two more hours until the end of the work day. You could leave since youâre salaried but you need to make up time for being late. You walk to his office and knock once on the door, entering when he gives you permission.
âI have the reports for you.â You walk over to his desk and place them there but you donât leave just yet. âAgain, Iâm sorry for being late.â
âItâs fine, Y/N. It happens.â Steve looks up and sees you squeeze your eyes tightly from the headache you have. âCome here.â
Steve stands when you approach him, and he gently takes the elastic out of your hair. He threads all ten fingers into your hair and starts massaging the area, and you close your eyes in relief. You open your eyes and look at Steve to see him already looking at you, and he sees the question in your eyes.
âHigh ponytails give you headaches.â
Youâre shocked he remembered that. You were on multiple sports teams in high school and instead of putting your hair in a ponytail like the rest of the girls, you put it in a tight bun at the base of your neck.
âYou remembered,â you whisper.
âThereâs a lot I still remember.â Steve takes his hands away but doesnât step back from you. âGo to my personal conference room and take a nap on the couch. Youâre overworking yourself.â
âSteve--â
âI donât want to hear it. Go take a nap and then Iâll drive you home. Iâll pick you up and drive you home until your car is fixed.â
He must not be in a relationship if heâs offering to do this for you. Youâre not sure how you feel about that--scratch that you do know how you feel but youâre not sure if he feels the same about it. You slowly walk to the door but pause before you can leave the room. You look at Steve who is already typing away on his computer.
âNow, Y/N,â he says without looking up.
You jump and immediately leave with a smile on your face. The time for you and Steve wasnât right back then but thereâs nothing stopping you from making it right now.
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The Red Woods
Pairing: Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Summary: Steve tells you a story as he keeps you warm by the fire. Word Count: Over 2.7k Warnings: Implied sex, spooky story (violence), attempted scare, humor, Steve Rogers (heâs a warning, okay?). A/N: Fic #5 for Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense belongs to Lumberjack!Steve thanks to this poll winner. â¤ď¸ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The moon and stars lit up the night sky, beckoning you to go outside and bask in the beauty. Cold settled into your bones as you stepped outside and shivered. It was chillier than you expected and you debated going back into the comfort of the cabin. Steve had already started the bonfire nearby though and you knew the heat from the flames would warm you up.
So would your lumberjack.
Steve carried an extra load of wood from the shed as you walked toward the fire. He set up a spot for you to sit beside each other, but you had a feeling he'd have you in his lap as the night went on. He liked having your body close to his, whether it was after a long day of work or coming home after a mission. You enjoyed it, too, because he enveloped you with his love.
"Sorry, sweetheart," he said, catching the slight tremble in your body as you took a seat. "When I suggested the fire, I didn't think it would be this cold."
"It's okay," you assured him as he added another log to the fire. The rich and powerful scent from the smoke soothed you as you stared into the flames. "But what made you so adamant to have one tonight?"
"No particular reason," he replied casually, wiping his hands before he sat down beside you. It was a bit too casual, but the red and orange from the flames dancing along his face distracted you. The urge to reach up and touch his beard was strong. "Wasn't something I really got to do in the city."
Part of you would always love the city. So would Steve. There was always something to do and inspiration could be found around every corner. It didn't mean it was home though. It was a place to visit, to remember. Your place in the woods with each other was where you were meant to be.
And the love of your life provided plenty of inspiration if you ever needed it.
"I don't remember ever having a fire there," you said after thinking about it. There werenât many places to have fires. Your old apartment didnât even have a fireplace.
"Hardly ever saw the stars," he added.
You nodded a little, your fingers scratching along his chin. If your touch was too cold, he didn't make a big deal out of it. "I didn't really get to appreciate the stars from my old apartment either," you said, tilting your head to look up at the sky. "But out here? It's like they serenade us. It's a chorus that resonates with the moon until the sun comes up."
Steve wrapped an arm around you, allowing your body to heat up more. He was your own personal heater. "Even when you're not writing, your words are beautiful."
You couldn't blame the fire or his body for the heat that filled your face. His opinion on your writing meant the world to you. "You're just saying that to get in my pants," you teased.
He chuckled as his mouth moved close to your ear. "I already did that this morning," he whispered.
You exhaled, remembering the two of you tangled up in each other. Lazy, soft kisses and lingering touches as he made love to you. His large body pinning yours to the mattress, his hips thrusting in a slow rhythm like the gentle waves of an ocean. You nearly sobbed when you came, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he quickly followed.
You had lovers before Steve, but he taught you the true meaning of making love.
"And I'm sure you'll do it again before the sun comes up," you whispered.
"If I have my way," he said, pulling you closer. Your hand fell to his shirt, gripping the flannel. Your super soldier was insatiable some days, but you weren't going to complain when you both reaped the benefits of his appetite.
"It's too bad the gang isn't here. Otherwise we could tell spooky stories," you said. Maybe you could invite Bucky and Jewel over another night for dinner. It was nice that Steve had one of his best friends not too far away. Sam also didnât mind making trips to visit.
"Well, you and I can still tell stories to pass the time," he said, kissing the top of your head. "How about I start? Even though Iâm not the best storyteller."
âThatâs a lie. Youâre a great storyteller,â you said, lifting your head and seeing a hint of a blush in his cheeks. With his deep, commanding voice, the man could read the phone book to you and you'd listen. You teased at times that he could do a podcast if he wanted to. Or erotic recordings. "And I don't scare easily, but you can try."
You didnât mind a healthy dose of fear now and again. It was natural and helpful in some situations. It was also fun and exciting in the right setting, like this.
"I'm sure you've heard all sorts of different stories about creatures and spirits who live in the woods," he began, which earned a nod from you. "Local legend says there's a spirit right here who controls part of the forest: The Lumberman."
"Wow. A lumberjack is telling a story about a lumberman? How original," you said, your deadpan expression dropping when he pinched your side. "Hey! I was kidding."
"Let me tell the story," he said, brushing his lips against the top of your head again as an apology. "They say long ago that a lumberman lived in the deepest part of the woods. He had no family or friends and mostly kept to himself. He only ventured into town to sell the wood he chopped down."
"A loner," you said, already invested.
"Yeah, he was. Not unfriendly. Just a quiet man. And all was well until a local woman went missing. The town searched everywhere for her and couldn't find her. It was like she vanished without a trace. Her family demanded answers, so people shifted the blame to him," Steve explained, a slight breeze rolling by.
You frowned as you listened. It was just a story, but you knew how dangerous mob mentality could be. "What happened?"
"A group of men confronted him in his home and demanded to know what he did with her body. He swore he didn't know what happened and that he would never hurt a soul, but they didn't listen. They were out for blood,â he said, sadly shaking his head. âWhen he still refused to admit to any wrongdoing, the men took turns hacking him up with one of his axes and burned his cabin to the ground. They even brought the axe back as some sort of trophy, stained with his blood."
"Jesus," you whispered, scooting a bit closer.
"It was only after they killed him did the girl show back up in town alive and well. Not a scratch on her. She had gone a couple towns over to meet up with some guy," he said, rubbing your arm.
"So they condemned an innocent man to death," you said.
"They did," he said, nodding toward the trees. "Most of the townspeople didn't venture to his part of the woods out of fear that his spirit would seek revenge. And they were right."
You raised an eyebrow and waited for him to continue.
"Over the years, hikers and locals who were brave enough to go on his old land went missing. Their bodies were never found, but people say you can hear their screams echo through the air if you get close enough,â he said, pausing to look around with a somber expression. "And that they became part of the trees."
Glancing around as well, it was difficult to make out the trees in the darkness. "They became part of the trees? How?"
"As you get closer to his land, you can see faces twisted in pain in the bark if you look closely enough. Some even say thereâs blood in the sap and dripping from the branches. They even renamed that part of the forest the Red Woods since the paths have inexplicable red dirt, like blood had seeped into the soil," he said, lowering his voice as if to tell you a secret. "Itâs like a warning to turn back."
"That is not why they call it the Red Woods," you argued, though you werenât completely sure now. You actually had no idea why the area got that name.
"Thatâs how the storyâs told."
"So an innocent man was hacked to pieces in his home," you said slowly. "And now he kills anyone who steps into his territory?"
"Condemned to a terrible fate. Just like he was," he said as simple as that. "And people still go missing to this day."
You smiled a bit. There was nothing at all uplifting or funny about the story, but Steve spoke with such seriousness that you almost believed the tale was real. "Okay, but why is he still haunting the woods? If it's revenge on the men who killed him or the townspeople in general, he wouldnât go after random, innocent hikers."
Steveâs head tilted as he looked at you, something a bit more sinister in his gaze. "Isnât it obvious? They took his axe. Heâs waiting for someone to return it."
A heartbeat passed before you huffed. "Of course, he is. The axe that the men brought back as a trophy," you said, gesturing toward the toolshed. "Itâs too bad you donât have it. You could help put his soul to rest."
"What if I told you I do have it?" he asked.
Your heart rate increased before you huffed again. "Youâre a great storyteller, but a terrible liar, Beefcake."
His eyes shot to yours, maintaining eye contact as he reached beside him. You raised an eyebrow when he held up an axe. You had to admit, you knew his tools well and that was one you didnât recognize. "See? Still stained with blood," he told you, holding it closer to the fire so you could see the blade. "Should we go into the Red Woods and return it?"
You didnât admit that your stomach turned a little as you brought your hands up and slowly clapped. "Bravo. You went all out for this story. And, no, Iâm not going into the woods when itâs this cold out," you said before a snap from a twig nearby drew your attention, making you tense up. "What was that?"
"What was what?" he asked, setting the axe down.
"Oh, you had to have heard that. Your hearing is ten times better than mine," you argued, standing up and narrowing your eyes to try and see when you heard another twig snap. You froze before you began to giggle. "Okay, Bucky! Come on out! I know Steve put you up to this."
Steve jumped to his feet and pushed you behind him. He wouldn't let anything happen to you. "Buck isnât here. He's at home with Jewel," he said in a hushed tone.
"Wait, you didnât convince him to come out of the woods to try and scare me?" You asked, placing your hands on his back when he shook his head. "Okay. Itâs probably just an animal then."
SNAP.
"I donât think an animal did that," he whispered, guiding you toward the cabin. Maybe it wasnât a joke after all. "I think we should-"
"GiveâŚ" you stopped at the sound of a demonic voice just beside the toolshed, your heart thumping. "MeâŚ" a man stepped out of the darkness, dragging his left foot behind him. "MyâŚ" His decayed skin was caked with blood as he lifted a hand. "AXE!"
Your eyes widened before you snapped out of your stupor. "Oh, fuck this," you muttered, pulling away from Steve who called after you. Grabbing your shotgun from the porch, you brought it to your shoulder and cocked it. "I donât have an axe, Lumberman, but Iâll shoot you in your fucking face if you take a step closer."
"Whoa!" Steve shouted, holding out his hand for the "zombie" to stop. "Donât move. Sheâs serious!"
"Fuck," the zombie muttered, tapping the side of his neck. "Seriously? I really thought Iâd get you," the demonic voice fading to a normal tone.
"CLINT?!" you guessed, lowering your gun. The former Hawkeye nodded. "What the hell are you doing?!"
"For the record, this wasnât my idea," Steve said, an innocent look in his blue eyes. "And I told you she wouldnât get scared. I donât know why you insisted on this."
No wonder he wanted to have a fire tonight.
"Okay, okay. It was my idea. Everyone is off doing their own thing and I just wanted to have some fun," Clint explained, walking closer toward the fire as he began to peel the makeup away and toss it in to burn. "This didnât work on Jewel either! She grabbed one of Buckyâs knives and almost stabbed me."
You laughed a little. No doubt Bucky was both proud of and scared for his girl for that move. "Maybe because, I donât know, in the story Steve told the Lumberman was hacked to pieces and youâre clearly not. There was also no indication that the Lumberman could leave his territory. Everyone went missing on his land. So why would he be here?"
Clint exchanged a look with Steve. "She has a point," your husband said.
These men are defenders of the universe.
"Yeah, okay. Thanks for that," you said, putting the gun back where it belonged. "I have to ask though, why prank me? And why prank Jewel?"
Clint shifted a bit on his feet. "So the guys could be heroes? But seeing as how you grabbed a gun and Jewel grabbed a knife, I think you two are good."
You had to smile as you turned your attention back to Steve. "You wanted to be my hero and protect me from a zombie?"
With a sheepish smile, Steve nodded and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, I did," he said in a small voice. "Itâs stupid, right?"
Your man, a true hero who saved hundreds of lives, simply wanted to protect you from anything bad. You never loved him more. "Itâs not stupid. I think it's kind of sweet," you assured him. "Clint, please, put out the fire and get the hell out of here. Steve, get inside so we can have sex and get warm."
Clint coughed into his hand. "Can I at least get a coffee before I go? I was out there for a while and itâs a little chilly."
Steve ignored his friend as he gave you a smile. "Youâre really going to sleep with me after we tried to prank you?" he asked, looking at his feet for a split second. "And you know Iâd never want to scare you, right?"
"Yeah, Iâm really going to sleep with you. And I know the last thing youâd ever want to do is frighten me. All you want to do is protect me," you smiled. You werenât going to deny yourself pleasure, especially since you were starting to get cold again. "But for the record, this is pity sex for failing your prank and not grabbing the gun first," you added, giggling when he took two large steps toward you.
Clint stared after you as Steve grabbed and pulled you toward him, fastening his mouth to yours. "So, is that a no on the coffee?"
Your friend eventually got his coffee before he went on his way. After Steve thoroughly wore you out, he promised to stick to cuddling in front of a fire moving forward. Making love in front of a fire was also on the table, whether it was in front of the fireplace or outside under the stars. Though he never did tell you where he got that axe or why it really looked like it was stained with blood.
But maybe you could convince Clint to take that axe into the Red Woods and show Steve how to really scare someone.
Oh, these two. Love and thanks for reading! â¤ď¸
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Pick Me
Bucky x readerÂ
The new recruit has her eyes set of a certain set of super soldiers. Especially your super soldier.Â
warnings: jealously, Angsty bangsty, but also so fluffy fluffy and smutty, clueless Bucky, he really means no harm, go easy on him.
A/n - editing to add: when I first started writing this I loved the concept and wrote a large chunk but then I left it for months cause I struggled to actually finish writing it. This wasnât even the original ending I had planned but I just wanted to finish it so yes Bucky shouldâve done way more, pretend there was a time jump where he does a better job with earning forgiveness đĽ˛
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âEveryone, meet Nicole, our newest recruit for the field agent training programâ Tony walked into the common room where you were sprawled out on the couch with Nat, Sam and Wanda while a young woman walking confidently behind him. âSheâs going to be staying with us for a couple of months to train before she goes onto the the fieldâ Tony turned back to her, bringing her to his side.Â
âIâm sure you know everyone but let me introduce you to them anyway. This is the very Natasha, Wanda, Sam and y/nâÂ
âHey Nicoleâ You gave her a warm smile, happy to welcome her while everyone else also got up to greet her. âNice to meet youâÂ
âOh, ew, just call me Nic! I donât really go by Nicoleâ She scrunched her face at the sound of her full name, her eyes scanning the room, clearly looking for someone. âDonât suppose the very Captain America and Sergeant Barnes are here?âÂ
The hopeful uptick in her voice made it clear thatâs who sheâd been searching for. Right on cue, the two super soldiers walked into the living room on their way to the kitchen after a morning run.Â
âSpeak of the devils and I do mean devilsâ Tony snorted beckoning the men to meet the new recruit. âRogers, Barnes, this is Nicole, preferably NicâÂ
âHello handsomeâ She gave Bucky a bashful smile before turning to Steve and batting her lashes, âand handsomeâÂ
âNice to meet youâ Steve reddened at the way she gripped onto his hand before slinking over to the brunette, purposely sticking out her left hand so heâd shake with his metal one. âAnd you SergeantâÂ
Bucky gave her a smile and quick shake, excusing himself to get some water while Steve quickly trailed behind him. Tony went on to take her to her room which was on the same floor as yours, all the other spare rooms occupied by a few others who had already started training. Nicole returned to the living room moments later with sweats and a hoodie, her hair tied up, plopping down onto the sofa beside Sam.Â
âHey, were doing a girls night, movies, junk food, wine, you wanna join us?â Nat offered with a smile hoping to make the new recruit feel more welcome even though a part of her was wary.Â
âItâs a lot of fun, I was just about to get some snacks for tonight, let me know what you likeâ You add with a smile, only to be met with a scoff.
âMmm, hard pass on that, wine isnât really my thing, thanks thoughâ She gave the group a tight lipped smile before turning back to the two super soldiers who had also joined at some point, scrolling through phones they finally knew how to use.Â
âWhat are you boys up to tonightâ She threw them a smile while laying back on the couch and kicking her feet up, letting her hoodie ride up in the process.Â
âBucky and I were actually just going get in a work out, nothing much tonightâ He said with a smile, not noticing the way Nicoleâs eyes lit up.Â
âOh wow I actually havenât been by the gym yet but I guess itâll be where I spend most of my time for the programâÂ
âYou could join us if youâd like, we can show you aroundâ Bucky offered, also missing the smirk that crossed her face, only seeing her bounce right up with an enthusiastic nod.Â
âReally? That would be great, Iâd really appreciate it!âÂ
âOf course, anytime. Weâre just about to head down soonâ Bucky stretched as he got up, along with Steve, waiting for her to change before heading down. She got up and went off to her room while you picked at the skin on your fingers. You felt a pang of something at the pit of your stomach at Buckyâs offer but you knew he was just trying to make the girl feel like she was part of the team. He knew more about feeling left out than anyone else; of course heâd never want anyone else to feel the same way.Â
Still.
Something was off.
You shook off the inkling of insecurity you felt, not wanting to over think his intentions. You and Bucky were not official yet but everyone knew there was tension and a clear unspoken dynamic between you both. It was just a matter of time. Unless he had his sights on the new girl...
No.
He wouldnât do that.Â
Right?
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âSheâs getting really comfortable around those twoâ Nat cocked an eyebrow watching Nicole have a field day sparring with the two men, throwing herself onto Bucky in particular, giggling when heâd help correct her stance or catch her before she slipped. Every since she joined them at the gym, she made a point to only work out when they were both there, finding excuses when anyone else would offer to help her train.Â
âI guess they are really experienced, so it makes sense...â Your voice trailed off, trying to reason why she was practically glued to their side, again ignoring the uneasiness you felt when Bucky picked her up with ease and set her back on her feet.Â
âUh-huh, weâre all experiencedâ Nat rolled her eyes, plastering on a fake smile when the three finished up on the sparring mat, making their way over to the both you. âYou three have a good workout?âÂ
Steve blinked, noting the iciness In Natâs voice though Nicole seemed unbothered.Â
âTheyâre great, canât beat having the two best soldiers train meâ She drawled out, giving them a wink. Bucky couldn��t help the blush that spread to his cheeks, not used to being praised and you couldnât help the jealously that started to gnaw at you again.Â
No.
Relax.Â
âAnytime, Nicâ He shrugged while Nat retched internally, deciding to cut through that conversation before it went further.Â
âYou know, if you come by in the afternoons, Agent Hill hosts a great self-defense workshop for women, great way for you to do some networking as wellâ Nat gauged the way Nicoleâs nose scrunched, shaking her head.Â
âWomenâs workshop, soundâs like a drama fest waiting to happen, honestly most of my friends are guys, makes life easier, thanks thoughâ her eyes didnât leave the brunette, placing herself perfectly between both soldiers. âBesides, Iâm pretty good with self-defense already, that's why I got these two helping me with a little extraâÂ
âAnyway! Y/n and I were talking about the event Stark is hosting later night. Youâre both coming, right?â Nat looked at the two men before her, purposely avoiding the Nicole but it didnât seem to matter.Â
âAre you coming as well?â Bucky asked her, her eyes lighting up again, quickly recomposing herself after. âYou could meet a few of the other agents too, get to know some more peopleâÂ
âUh sure, I could come by for a bitâ She shrugged, coming off as indifferent while shaking with excitement on the inside. âThanks, SargeâÂ
You sucked in a breath at the name she kept calling him, always dropping a suggestive tone in her voice. Or maybe you were over thinking it. It was perfectly plausible she was just being nice to the person who was making an effort to make her feel welcomed. Maybe she had bad experiences in other places that made her wary of women, hence why she only stuck to all the guys on the team. You tried to wrack you brain for answers that would make you feel a little better but came up short.Â
But you didnât want to be petty.Â
You were more mature than this.Â
âWe have plenty of dresses if you want to come by and get ready togetherâ You offered again, mustering a smile, making a final attempt to befriend the new recruit but she didnât even look your way, fully focused on the brunette.Â
âUh- not really the dresses and heels type. Iâm more of a sneakers girl to be honestâ She tossed her pony tail over her shoulder, missing the way Natâs eyes nearly rolled out of her head while you nodded, watching her sway her hips as she walked off. âIâll drag myself over if Iâm feeling itâÂ
âOh-okay, then weâll just see you there!â You called after her while Nat dragged you off, uninterested in your constant attempts to be friendly.Â
âCâmon, lets get you ready. Iâm going to make you look so hot, Barnes ends up on his kneesâ The red head smirked while you squeaked, feeling your face heat up. âWeâre putting you in that red dress, the one that makes his pants feel too tight, donât think I didnât catch him adjusting himself the last time you wore itâ
âNat!â You hissed, hoping he didnât hear, the both of you in a fit of giggles as you made your way to your room. âOh my godâ you hid your face while she dug through your closet, pulling out the tiny dress that hugged your body perfectly, the red color making you stand out in the best way possible.Â
âGo shower while I get all the make up out, Iâm tired of miss pick me trying to get a buy one get one free deal with those twoâÂ
You snorted, hopping into the shower, letting the hot water destress your muscles, feeling a little more hopeful with the dress choice you were going with. Nat didnât waste any time; as soon as you were out, your hair was styled, make up done and heels strapped. You knew you looked good when both Sam and Tony did a double take, letting their eyes shamelessly linger on you with low whistles.Â
âYâknow if youâre done playing games with terminator, Iâd be happy to take his placeâ Tony wiggled his eyebrows while you giggled, taking a seat on the plush couch of the lounge where everyone else sat.Â
âWhat are you ladies drinkingâ Steve came over with a tray of drinks from the bar, already well aware of what each person liked to typically order.Â
âIâm good with a beerâ Nicole shrugged, rolling her eyes when you took the pink drink from the tray, âUgh, I donât know how you drink those, theyâre so sweet, do you even taste anything at that point?â
You shrugged, quietly taking a sip of the raspberry lemonade while she gulped her beer, signaling for another after slamming her bottle down.Â
âYou guys took forever to get ready, this is why I canât deal with makeup and dresses nâshitâ she snorted, directing her comment mostly at you, âThatâs a pretty bright color, I thought tonight was supposed to be lowkey?âÂ
âWell I think you ladies look beautifulâ Thor boomed, not catching the snark in Nicole's voice, his smile wide and voice completely sincere. âEspecially you, Lady y/nâÂ
âThank you Thunderâ You smiled, though the giddiness you felt initially had taken a second hit for the night. He beamed, setting down a bottle of Asgardian mead, searching for the two soldiers. Â
âAlright, where are the two that need thisâ He looked around for Steve and Bucky, since they couldnât get drunk off of regular alcohol. Bucky strode in clearly dressed to kill, in all black from head to toe. Steve joined his side, their faces lit up like it was Christmas day seeing the crystal decanter in the Godâs hands. Buckyâs eyes flicked back to you, his breath hitching in his throat, seeing you in his favorite dress.Â
âFuck sweets, you look-Â
âCâmon Sarge, how about a little competitionâ Nicole nudged Bucky, cutting off the trance he had on you, her shoulder pressing into his, biting her lip and eyeing the alcohol, âLetâs see how many shots we can doâÂ
âThis might be a lot to handle dollâ Bucky chuckled while you froze hearing what he called her. Her eyes lit up again, quickly glancing over to you, her eye brow quirking before leaning into him more.Â
Since when did he call anyone else doll.Â
You felt your stomach sink, taking another long sip of your drink instead, but nothing distracted you from the banter that was taking place before you.Â
âUgh, finee, Iâll stick to regular vodka, câmon Buckyyy, lets gooo!â She practically clung off him waiting for him to pour shots, inches away from crawling into his lap as he grabbed the bottles. You couldnât tell if the flush from his cheeks was from the alcohol or the constant giggles Nicole made whenever he spoke but either way, you didnât want to watch any longer.Â
âWhere are you goingâ Nat grabbed your arm as you got up to leave, though you didnât need to say anything for her to understand. Her green eyes glared at the tipsy solders who were now busy with a game of pool, surrounded by the rest of the team, Nicole practically crawling up Buckyâs legs each time it was his turn. âFor fucks sake-
âTheyâre just having fun, donât worry about itâ You stopped Nat before she stormed over, shaking your head. As much as you wanted to red head to have her way with any of the three at this point, you couldn't be bothered. You were not about to fight for Buckyâs attention; if he wanted to give it to you, he would...
Right?Â
You thought things would go back to normal at some point. But it didnât. Nicole made a point of training twice a day, anything to get her hands on the brunette. Anything to feel the cool metal of his hand on her. In fact sheâd taken up most of Buckyâs time outside of just training, always finding ways to tag along with Steve as well, all while avoiding the rest of the team.
*****
âWhat's wrong sweetsâ Bucky could tell something was on your mind while he stroked your back, his body still warm from the way he took you apart at least 3 times before filling you up till you were dripping and soaking his sheets. He had finally gotten an afternoon off, tossing you over his shoulder when he found you in the kitchen, not letting you get a word in as he shut the door behind him. You wanted to argue back that he couldnât just have access to you any time he felt like according to his convenience, but as soon as his soft lips were on you, you melted, turning into a moaning mess seconds later.Â
âI feel like I havenât seen you in agesâ You shrugged, toying with the corner of Buckyâs blanket, starting to feel more like you were just a body to warm his bed than someone he actually wanted to be with. âWe havenât really hung out recentlyâÂ
You had let yourself relax into his hold only for him to curse under his breath a second later after he noticed the time. He shifted you off him, making his way over to the closet to pull over his jeans and Henley before scrambling around for his wallet and keys.Â
âBucky, what are you-
âSorry doll, I forgot I promised to take Nicole to the corner diner, showing her around a little bit cause sheâll be staying for a few extra weeksâ
Fantastic.
âYou spend a lot of time with herâ You didnât want to come off as jealous, keeping your voice even, though you were close to tearing someone's head off. Bucky didnât seem to notice, humming in agreement while sitting at the edge of the bed to pull on his socks. Â
âYeah, sheâs fun!â Bucky said casually, which only made the weight in your stomach feel heavier. âShe almost beat Steve in MarioKart, just when he thought he was unstoppableâ
âHmâ You didnât bother saying anything else while Bucky threw on his jacket, patting down himself to be sure he didnât miss anything. He caught the way your face had fallen, his cool metal fingers slipping under your chin to tilt your face up.Â
âHow about we hang out after? Around 7, weâll watch a movie together, okay? Iâll grab dinner for us. Promise dollâ He kissed your forehead before jogging off, closing the door behind him.
You were ready by 6, too excited to wait till 7, having showered and changed into something comfy, laying out Buckyâs favorite snacks and adding a few more soft pillows to the bed. You knew it was still early so you didnât mind lounging around for a bit, anxiously checking the time as it neared closer and closer to when he was supposed to show up.Â
An hour later, it was 7.Â
Then 7:30.Â
And then 8.
By 9, you had left everything as is, blinking back the hot tears that wanted to spill, retreating back to your own room, not wanting to see him at all, even if he did have a good excuse for not showing up, which was highly unlikely. You shut the door, throwing on an oversized t-shirt and crawling into bed, burying yourself under the covers, no longer bothering to hold back the tears that began to soak your pillow.Â
****
Bucky cocked his head curiously, seeing his bedroom door left ajar, wondering why it was open when he definitely closed it before leaving. As soon as he stepped in, his heart dropped to his stomach seeing the pillows that were propped up against the headboard, his favorite snacks piled on the fluffy blanket, your fuzzy bunny slippers left behind beside his bed.Â
He cursed under his breath when he realized the time, remembering his promise to you, running straight to your room, only to find it closed with the lights turned off. He tried knocking only to be met with silence, carefully turning the handle and letting himself inside.Â
âDoll?â He felt his heart break further seeing the small lump under a mountain of blankets, curled up into a ball âOh, dollâ He strode over, sitting at the edge of your bed, careful not to wake you if you were asleep, his hand gently tucking a strand of hair from your face.Â
âWhatâ Your voice cracked, hoping heâd think its from sleep and not the fact that you had been crying.Â
âIâm so sorry sweets, we lost track of time, we went out to grab food and then Sam suggested we check out that new arcade just down the streetâÂ
We were supposed to do that you thought to yourself, swallowing down the lump in your throat, refusing to let your emotions get the better of you.Â
âAnd then Steve and Sam had to leave half way cause they had a mission early in the morning. Nicole wanted ice cream so we went by Carlaâs before coming back-
âYou took her to Carla's?â You cut Bucky off, your heart breaking further. That particular ice-cream shop always felt like something special you shared with Bucky, the place he took you to when neither of you could sleep. It was the place you shared your first kiss with him, the place where he said he felt something between the two of you. Itâs not like you owned the store but it felt like the final straw, your resolve finally breaking.Â
âYeah, I-
âJust go Buckyâ There wasnât a hint of iciness in your voice; just disappointment and defeat, both far worse than you being angry. Bucky froze, pulling your blanket away from you, only for you to push his hand away, burying yourself further into the sheets.Â
âDoll?â
âDonât call me thatâ It was the indifference in your voice that left him hurt and confused, mouth opening and closing, âPlease leaveâÂ
âSweets, I can make it up to you, I promise-âÂ
âItâs fine Jamesâ You shrugged, pulling the sheets higher up, not willing to speak anymore, knowing youâd burst into tears again if you did. Bucky reluctantly decided to let you sleep, figuring youâd hear him out the next day but no.
How wrong he was.Â
You avoided him in the morning.Â
And the day after that.Â
Nearly a week had gone by and you didnât spare him a second glance, always finding an excuse to evade him whenever he trailed behind you. It didnât help that Nicole attempted to stay glued to his side, not giving him chance to get you alone.Â
*****
âWhatâs with youâ Sam watched Bucky slump down onto the sofa, where everyone else lounged around, his face sullen from a lack of sleep, grumpiness amplified because why were you avoiding him so much?Â
âY/n isnât talking to meâ He shrugged, while Nat glared at him.Â
âI wonder whyâ the red head mumbled, rolling her eyes at his confusion.Â
âWhen was the last time you guys spokeâ Steve inquired, equally concerned about why you were ignoring his best friend. Bucky was the last person to share stories about his love life but at this point he was desperate. He recalled the events of the last time he spoke to you, promising a movie night, going out with Nicole, taking her for ice cream, running late, apologizing to you afterwards, where did he go wrong?Â
âI didnât mean to forget-Â
âBucky!â Nat slapped him upside the head while he yelped, looking at her with puppy eyes.Â
âWhat did I do?â
âBarnes, you absolute doorknob, you took her to all the spots you take y/n to, youâve been spending all your time making little miss Iâm one of the guys feel comfortable, youâve made y/n seem invisible and youâre wondering why sheâs not talking to you?â Bucky blinked while Nat continued, her annoyance only growing when she saw a message from Nicole pop up on Buckyâs phone.Â
âYou treat Nicole like your girlfriend. Imagine some new guy joins us, makes a point of eye fucking y/n the entire time, finding ways to constantly flirt with her and touch her, youâd be fine with it? Imagine he avoids hanging out with the guys but makes all the time in the world to chase after anything with breasts. On top of that, how would you feel if y/n went out of her way to make said guy feel more welcomed when he clearly just wants to get into her pants. Youâd be fine with it?!â
Bucky shook his head, though still not fully understanding because Nicole was just a friend, not someone heâd even be into. Plus, its not like she was into him like that, right?Â
âBut Nicole doesnât want to-â Bucky started, shutting his mouth when Nat nearly hissed, staring at him while he did the mental math, âNicole wants to get into my pants?â Bucky looked at Nat wide eyes, ducking the cushion she was about to whack at his face, all the pieces finally clicking together. He groaned, running a hand over his face, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. Just as Sam and Steve were about to hum in agreement with Nat, she glared at them, their eyes growing wide.
âAnd youâ Nat turned to glare at Steve, his shoulders slumping when he realized he wasnât in the clear. He squeaked when Nat pulled his ear, giving it a squeeze, âWhat were you thinking. You didnât once think it was weird she only trained with you two? Havenât any of you noticed Nicole doesnât hang out with any of us, Just you?â Nat waved her hand at the men that sat before her, their dumb stuck faces only adding to her annoyance. âIdiotsâÂ
As much as Bucky wanted to hit his head onto a brick wall, he didnât have time to waste, immediately springing up from the couch to look for you. He checked everywhere he could but you were nowhere to be found. He was so desperate, he found himself shuffling outside of Tonyâs lab, hoping FRIDAY would give him your location.Â
âYouâre asking for a lot Barnes, y/n might add my name to the hit list if I tell you where she isâÂ
âPleaseâ Bucky was ready to beg on his knees while the billionaire huffed, watching the former assassin look like a lovesick puppy. He cocked an eyebrow, noting the glassiness of Buckyâs eyes on his desperate face, nodding before calling for FRIDAY to look for you. âAlso, I need another favor...âÂ
****
âY/n, babygirlâ Heâd never felt such relief before, seeing you make your way to your room, coming back from your hiding spot from the roof, the scowl on your face clearly showing you werenât trying to talk to anyone one your way over.Â
âOh, Iâm babygirl now? Has doll now been reserved for Nicoleâ You couldnât hold back the sneer in your voice, walking away faster, ignoring his calls.Â
âBaby, please!â
No.Â
âBaby, wait!â Bucky chased after you, not willing to let another day go by without you knowing exactly how he felt. He managed to get hold of your hand, gently tugging you towards his chest and spinning you till your back was against the wall, his chest nearly pressed to you. âPlease, I-I need to talk to you, tell you how I feelâÂ
âThereâs nothing to talk aboutâ
âYes there isâ His voice was earnest, baby blues searching your downcast eyes, his finger tilting your chin up to look at him, âThereâs so much to talk about, I adore youâÂ
âDo you also adore Nic?â You scoffed, while Buckyâs cheeks warmed with embarrassment, the pink spreading up to his ears.
âThereâs no Nic or Nicole, theres just a y/n, my y/n, only you dollâ You rolled your eyes at his response, trying to move away but Bucky wasnât having any of it, keeping you pressed against him, âIâm sorry darling, I didnât realize what she was doing or get her intentions. I thought she just wanted to get to know the team betterâ
âWowâ you huffed under your breath, wishing you had the space to flick the super soldiers forehead.Â
âI know, Iâm an idiot, and Iâm an even bigger idiot for not making it clear Iâm so utterly and desperately in love with youâ Bucky bit his lip as soon as the words left his mouth, heâd said everything under the sun except those words before. But they were true and heâd kept it inside long enough. âI love you, I love you, fuck, I love youâ
You squeaked in surprise when he scooped you up in his arms, tossing you over his shoulder, walking over to his bedroom, smiling when he felt your small fists hitting his back, your butt wiggling to be put back down.Â
âBarnes, put me down, you canât just say you love me and then carry me away like a complete ogre!â He set you down, kicking the door shut behind him before wrapping his arms around you tightly again, falling more in love with your irritated pouty face.Â
âI love you sweet girl. God, Iâm so in love with youâ
âYouâre an absolute idiotâ
âAn idiot who is in loveâÂ
âYouâre so cheesyâ You willed yourself not to smile, ignoring the butterflies that fluttered at his words and love struck eyes. âyouâre still a dickâ
âI know. Mâsorry angel, I didnât realize what I was doing, I never wanted to hurt you. I shouldâve known something was up when all she wanted to do was train 24/7 but I guess I misunderstood her intentions cause I didnât see her as anything else. Iâve only ever had eyes for you baby, you have my heart. You always willâÂ
âWhere is she right now anyway?â You melted into his chest, closing your eyes at the feeling of his lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âIsnât she supposed to be leaving soon?â Bucky didnât respond, his hands starting to wander your body instead, slipping up your shirt, rubbing soft circles on your hips. Without warning, he picked you up again, tossing you on the bed and pouncing on you, peppering your face with kisses.Â
âBucky what are you doingâ You giggled feeling his beard tickle your skin as he started to trail kisses down your neck.Â
âI may have requested Tony to have her stay an extra nightâ Your face twisted in confusion at his words but the devious look on his face made your tummy flutter.Â
âAnd he happily agreed because...â
âBecause...?â
âI want her to hear how good I can make the girl I picked feelâ Bucky smirked as he crawled off you, stripping his clothes off before tearing yours off immeitedly after. âMânot gonna waste another second, gotta let the whole compound know who my best girl isâÂ
****
âOH G-GOD J-JAMES FUUCCCKKKâÂ
âThatâs it pretty princess, thatâs it, cum on my dick baby, my good girl, fuck youâre so good to me, look at that, God youâre soaked babyâ
âJesus Christâ Nicole huffed, no longer able to ignore the moans coming from Buckyâs room while the rest of the team pretended to be none the wiser, your loud love making carrying all the way down the hall. Bucky happily disabled the sound proofing in his room before pushing his cock in as deep as it would go, railing you into the mattress.Â
âBaby you look so pretty when youâre all stretched out like this, câmon you can take more, spread those legs for me baby, open up, câmon, lemme inâÂ
âHNG PleasepleasepleaseJamesâÂ
âSo perfect when you beg, cockâs all yours mama, mâall yours, go on and use me, thatâs it, ride this dick, you own meâÂ
âBucky, gonna-c-cum, gonna-cum!â
âCum for me princess, God I love youâÂ
âYou want a snack?â
âNick?â
âUh-Nicole?â
âHuh?â Nicole whipped her head around to where Steve was innocently holding out the bowl of popcorn, while Sam stood up to grab more snacks before the movie started. She stared at everyone surrounding her acting as if they couldnât hear the way you were screaming your vocal chords raw, the super soldier moaning louder than you, âN-no, Iâm fineâ
Tony cocked an eyebrow at the way her jaw clenched, mindlessly scrolling through her phone while Buckyâs thrusts punctuated with each word.Â
âYâfeel so. Damn. Good. baby, could spent my whole life like this making love to youâÂ
âFuck, I love you JamesâÂ
âUgh- theyâre so loudâ Nicole rolled her eyes again in hopes that someone would feel the same but all she got were blank stares back.Â
âI mean, terminator is practically in love with herâ Tony shrugged while the others nodded in agreement.
âTheyâre cute. Itâs about time they made it official, donât you think?â Nat asked sweetly staring directly at her while Steve tried to chime in as well, his cheeks burning hot pink between the sounds of skin slapping and moaning.Â
âThey sound so happy togetherâ he stuttered out while Sam snorted, choking from laughter.Â
âOh God, oh god, fuck-Jamie-JAMIEâÂ
âYup, real happyâ
âI-I think Iâm actually gonna call it at early night, stay at the recruiting center tonight insteadâ Nicole headed straight to the main doors without looking back, the rest of the team giving each other satisfied smirks.Â
Bucky collapsed beside you, panting, his short locks clinging to his forehead, a thin sheet of sweat covering his body. He truthfully stopped caring about what Nicole could or couldn't hear half way through, meaning every single word he said as he took you apart over and over again. You giggled at his shy smile when he pulled you into his chest, pulling the sheets over you both, kissing your forehead.Â
âI love you pretty girl. I love you so muchâÂ
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Mine to keep
Bucky can no longer hold in his jealous and possessive side and finally claims you.
TW- Heavy smut, bucky angst , jealousy, possessive behaviour. Kinda long.
Side note // Iâm also take requests of any character / theme.
Buckyâs blood had been boiling all night. Steve, the perfect All-American golden boy, basking in your attention, your laugh lighting up every damn corner of the bar. And Steve wasnât even tryingâhe never had to. But that didnât make it easier to watch.
Buckyâs drink sat untouched as he leaned against the bar, his jaw tight and his metal fingers twitching with restraint. He couldnât take his eyes off you, couldnât stop the jealousy crawling up his spine every time you smiled at Steve.
When Steve finally stepped away to grab another round, Bucky didnât hesitate. He pushed off the bar and cut through the crowd, his determined strides carrying him straight to you.
âHey,â you greeted, your voice light and playful.
Bucky didnât return the smile. His eyes were dark, fixed on yours as he crowded into your space. âHaving fun?â His voice was a low growl, sending a shiver down your spine.
You tilted your head, confused by the tension radiating off him. âUh, yeah? Itâs been nice to catch up with everyone. Steveâs beenââ
âYeah, Steveâs been the life of the party,â Bucky interrupted, his voice tight.
Your brow furrowed. âAre you jealous?â
Buckyâs jaw flexed. âDamn right I am.â His metal hand curled into a fist against his thigh. âWatching him make you laugh like that? Watching you light up for him? Youâre mine.â
The intensity in his voice sent a bolt of heat straight through you, your stomach flipping at the raw emotion behind his words. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Bucky leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.
âLetâs go,â he growled.
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
The second your apartment door shut behind you, Bucky had you pinned against it. His lips crashed onto yours, hungry and demanding, his metal hand gripping your hip to hold you in place.
âYouâve been driving me insane,â he murmured against your lips, his voice low and rough. âSitting there looking so goddamn perfect, laughing at his jokes like you donât know you belong to me.â
âIââ Your protest was cut off as he kissed you again, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to claim you. His flesh hand slid down to your thigh, hitching it around his hip to grind his hard length against you.
âYouâre mine,â he rasped, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. âSay it.â
âYours,â you gasped, your voice trembling with need.
His lips curled into a dark smirk as he lifted you off the ground, carrying you to the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, his hands already tugging at your clothes with a mix of urgency and reverence.
âBucky,â you murmured, your breath hitching as his handsâboth flesh and metalâexplored your body, pulling away your layers one by one.
âShh,â he whispered, pressing kisses to your bare skin as he worked. âIâve got you. Just let me show you.â
When he finally had you naked beneath him, he sat back for a moment, his eyes raking over you with undisguised hunger. âLook at you,â he murmured, his voice thick with desire. âSo fucking beautiful. All mine.â
He didnât wait for a response. His mouth found your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point before he kissed his way down your body. His lips and tongue left a trail of fire in their wake, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you open for him.
âBucky,â you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair as he kissed the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.
âI want to hear you,â he said, his voice dark and commanding. âI want everyone to know whoâs making you feel this good.â And then his mouth was on you, his tongue sliding against your heat with practiced precision. You cried out, your hips bucking against him as he licked and sucked, his metal hand pinning you to the bed while his flesh hand teased your sensitive bundle of nerves.
The pressure built quickly, your body arching as his tongue drove you higher and higher. Just when you thought you couldnât take any more, he slipped two fingers inside you, curling them to hit that perfect spot.
âBucky!â you gasped, your body shattering around him as waves of pleasure crashed over you.
He didnât stop, working you through your orgasm until you were trembling beneath him. Only then did he pull back, his lips glistening as he smirked down at you.
âYouâre not done yet,â he said, his voice rough with need.
He stripped off his clothes, his muscular frame glinting in the low light of the room. His cock stood hard and ready, and your mouth watered at the sight of him.
He climbed over you, his hands bracketing your face as he kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. âTurn over,â he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.
You obeyed, rolling onto your stomach as he positioned himself behind you. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you up onto your knees before he slid into you with one smooth thrust.
The stretch was perfect, and you moaned loudly, your hands fisting in the sheets as he set a punishing pace.
âYou feel so good,â he groaned, his metal hand sliding up your back to grip the nape of your neck. âSo tight, so perfect. All mine.â
âYours,â you gasped, the word spilling from your lips like a prayer.
He leaned down, his chest pressing against your back as he whispered in your ear. âIâll never let you forget it.â
His thrusts grew faster, deeper, his cock hitting that perfect spot with every stroke. Your pleasure built quickly, and you felt yourself spiraling toward another release.
âCome for me,â he growled, his teeth grazing your shoulder. âLet me feel you.â
The command sent you over the edge, your body clenching around him as your second orgasm tore through you. Bucky groaned, his grip tightening on your hips as he buried himself deep inside you, his own release following moments later.
You collapsed onto the bed together, your bodies slick with sweat and your breaths coming in ragged gasps. Bucky pulled you into his arms, his lips pressing soft kisses to your temple.
âYouâre mine,â he murmured, his voice softer now but no less certain.
âAlways,â you whispered, your heart full as you melted into his embrace.
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summary - you come to find out that the man you grew up alongside isn't the same after the royal ball.
warning - smut, dub-con, death, violence, creampie, kidnapping, slight stockholm syndrome, swearing, obsession.
18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Y/n-Odette and Steve had known each other since she was a baby. Upon Steve meeting her when she was born, their parents had been planning Steveâs marriage to Y/n-Odette. Over the years as the two grew, they despised each other, causing their parents to worry which they would then be forced to be together every summer.Â
You had been dreading today. You wished to stay home but your father would not allow it. You sat in the carriage, staring out at the scenery, hoping you could distract your mind from having to see Steve again.Â
Steve squirmed impatiently, thinking of anything that wasnât you. A stupid, silly girl. Steve groaned quietly as he went to meet you in the ballroom until he stopped, his heart began to thump. Your smile made him feel weak in the knees. You had the same face, hair and eyes as Y/n-Odette but seemed to be someone quite different.Â
âHello, Steve.â You speak, smiling softly.
Steve couldnât speak, he wondered if you were the same girl he had grown up with. He returned your smile, holding out his arm for you to take. He felt his heart skip as you accepted, taking his arm and together you walked onto the dance floor as the music began to play. Steve felt so happy, like he was dancing on air.
After that night, you and Steve had spent the rest of the summer together. Steve dreamed of you, he awoke each morning eager to see you. When he was with you he felt overjoyed, but he was also tongue-tied and could not tell you how he felt. Steve couldnât imagine living without you, it was almost like an obsession had begun to grow within him.Â
The summer had come to an end and it was your time to leave. You and Steve decided to dance all night at the royal ball, love burned so bright that the whole ballroom could practically feel it. You smiled up at the handsome prince but inside you could feel a tug of sadness. You couldnât bear to leave him, he had given you so much love over the summer but he had never declared it. You hoped he would finally tell you how he felt tonight.
As the music came to a stop, so did you and Steve. You both shared a long glance, waiting, searching, hoping.Â
Steve suddenly turned to the guests with a giant grin. âArrange the wedding!â
The noise around you suddenly stopped, everyone was speechless.Â
âWait!â You called out.Â
âWhat is it?â Steve pleaded, âYouâre all I ever wanted. Youâre beautiful!âÂ
âThank you,â You replied, âBut⌠What else?â You knew deep down in your soul that Steve loved you as much as you loved him, so surely he wanted you more than your beauty? You just needed him to say it.Â
Steve stared blankly, he really had no clue. âWhat else?â
Your heart dropped. âIs beauty all that matters to you?â You asked, your father and his mother stood dumbfounded, they were so close.Â
Steve swallowed hard. âI⌠Er⌠What else is there?â He asked.
Your heart sank even further. You had been wrong, Steve did not love you at all. You turned and swiftly exited the ballroom, taking the hopes of two kingdoms with you.Â
You and Steve barely said goodbye as you left. He watched as you departed with shock and bitter disappointment.Â
Steve sits as Lord Rogers paces the royal sitting room. âWhat else is there?â He mockingly spoke. âShe says, âIs beauty all that matters?â and you say, âWhat else is there?!âÂ
âIt was dumb, I know.â Steve replies, hanging his head as he tries to think.
The weather outside was not helping his mood. It seemed to match the sadness he felt deep within.Â
âYou should write a book.â Rogers continued. âHow to Offend Women in Five Syllables or Less.â Rogers leans forward, flicking Steveâs forehead. âThink!â He urged. âYou must see something other than Y/n-Odetteâs beauty!âÂ
âOf course I do, Rogers!â Steve begins to stumble as he thinks. âSheâs⌠Well, you know. And then, well⌠ErâŚâÂ
Lord Rogers rolled his eyes.Â
âOh, I just donât know how to say it!â Steve finally blurted out, and then he added. âI know, Iâll prove it to her. Iâll prove my love!â He nods to himself before muttering. âIâll make her mine. Iâll make her see how I see her.â Steve stands, swiftly exiting the room as he begins to form a plan.Â
Meanwhile inside the carriage, your father shakes his head sadly. âI just donât understand.â He looks at you, watching as you continue to look out and into the forest. âWhat else did you want him to say?âÂ
You bite your bottom lip softly before letting it go as you turn to look at your father. âI just need to know that he loves me.âÂ
Suddenly the horses whined and bucked, causing the carriage to stop. âWhat on Earthâ?â King William, your father turned the door handle and stepped out. Beyond the horses, a large man was blocking their path. Although the man stood in the shadows, King William recognised him instantly. He had watched him grow from a small child but he could feel something was off and with one look at you, he orders. âStay inside, Y/n-Odette.â He closes the door and takes a step forward, his guards moved to encircle him, spears drawn.
âSteve, what are you doing out here so late? How did you get here?â The King had never felt this kind of fear before, it was as though something had possessed the man before him. He looks around, brows furrowed as he sees no way for Steve to have gotten there without them noticing. âYou must be cold, my boy. Why donât you hop inside our carriage and we can take you back to your mother. I am sure sheâs worried.âÂ
Steve chuckles and the sound causes The King to stumble, it sounded so dark, so chilling. âI canât have you do that, sir.âÂ
The Kind and Steveâs mother had always wanted the two of you together but at this moment, he didnât know this man. At this moment, King William would do anything to protect you. He could feel strong amounts of power radiating off of Steve, darkness he had never felt before. King William steps back towards the carriage, his guards moving forward slightly, protecting him and you.Â
Steveâs eyes sweep over them all, causing a shiver to run through their bodies. âWhy are you scared?â Steve takes a small step forward, his foot sinking into the soil beneath him.Â
King William clears his throat, straightening his back. âWe are not scared. Why donât you come back with us? Then we can take you back in the morning.â His head whips around as he hears you scream, his eyes widen as he sees Steveâs best friend pulling you from the carriage.Â
Thumps can be heard and The King whips back around only for his eyes to widen as Steve stands toe-to-toe with him and his guards lay dead around them. âI said, I canât have you do that, sir. I want Y/n-Odette and as long as she has you, she will never fully devote herself to me.â Steve towers over the short King, making him seem as tiny as an ant. âI may have screwed up this evening but she will be mine.âÂ
âSâSteââ King William is cut off by Steveâs hand gripping his throat, his eyes bulged and skin begins to turn purple.Â
Everything had turned black after you were pulled from the carriage, unaware of what had happened with your father. You woke up surrounded by water but you felt weird causing you to look down, shock and fear shoot through you as you see white. You were no longer in your body, instead of a human body it had been replaced with that of a swans.Â
âY/nâOdette.â Hope ran through you as you heard Steveâs voice, your eyes darting around until they landed on his large figure. âYouâre finally awake, my little swan.â That hope that had built inside of you had come crashing down once you realised that he wasnât there to save you. Your body moves, gliding across the water, distancing yourself away from the man you thought you had known. âDonât let the small spell make you sad, Y/nâOdette. It doesnât last the whole day, as soon as the moon comes upâŚâÂ
Steve didnât need to finish, creeping across the lake the moonlight touched your wing. Water began to swirl from below, your swan-like self rose upward in a shimmering golden-grey light, transforming you into your human form.Â
Steve grins. âThatâs how it will be until you are mine, Little Swan.â He said as you landed gently on the shore. âYou have to be on the lake, of course and when the moonlight touches your wings, youâre human!âÂ
You turned away from him, betrayal blossoming within you. Your thoughts went to your father. âMy father⌠Is he okay?âÂ
âDefine okayâŚâÂ
You spun around, eyes wide and full of tears. âWhat did you do to him?!âÂ
Steve merely shrugs. âI may have killed him.âÂ
You gasp, reeling back as the tears begin to slowly fall. âYâyouâŚâÂ
Steve moves closer, his hand reaching out to touch your cheek but you move your head. His brows furrow as anger seeps in but he shakes it off, allowing you this. âKilled him, yes. I had to, otherwise I couldnât have you, Y/n-Odette.â
âYou canât have me now, Steve! You killed my father! You kidnapped me and trapped me at this lake forever!â Your eyes meet his, so many emotions swirl around behind them. âI couldâve gotten over you only liking me for my looks but this⌠This is too much. Youâre not the man I thought you were. The man I grew to loveâŚâÂ
âNow, donât speak like that, Y/n-Odette. Sooner or later you are going to cave into being mine. Youâll learn to love this version of me.â He grabs your chin, ignoring how you fight against his hold and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. âDonât fight it, little swan. Youâll be mine soon.â And with those words, he leaves. Leaving you alone and broken, your body hits the ground as sobs break free, your pain filling the forest around you.Â
Days, weeks, maybe even months go by without you giving into Steve and his advances. No matter what he did, you remained silent and distant. You began to enjoy your swan form, using it as an excuse to escape your human problems.Â
On the other hand, Steve was slowly losing it. He began taking his anger out on everyone else, those who loved and admired him, now feared him. His mother thought that it had something to do with your disappearance and your fatherâs death. Only if she knew the truth would she hate the man her son became.
Steve grew impatient, he didnât understand why you werenât his already. Why did you have to be so stubborn? Did you not see how much he loved you? âWhat else do I have to do, Buck? Sheâs supposed to be mine.â He put his head in his hands. His best friend watched him from the doorway, arms crossed.Â
âI donât think youâre being rough enough. Youâre being too sweet on her, Steve. A woman like her needs rough handling, someone to dominate her.â Bucky pushes off of the wall and moves closer to his friend. âYou need to stop playing Mr. Nice guy.âÂ
Steve nods, standing and patting Buckâs shoulder with a smile. âYouâre right, Buck.â His smile slowly turns into a smirk. âI guess itâs time to go get my girl.â And with that, he walks out of the castle and into the woods.Â
Steve reached his destination the moment moonlight shone on the lake, watching golden-grey swirls appear as your form changes from swan to human. He grins, sauntering straight towards you. âLittle swan. As beautiful as ever.â He shakes off the strange feeling that appears when you brush off his words, already ignoring and moving away from him. Too bad Steve had already reached you before you could distance yourself further.Â
He pulls you closer to him, gripping your chin roughly as he forces you to look him in the eyes. âI donât appreciate this attitude, Y/n-Odette. Youâre mine and I am going to make you see that whether you like it or not.â You shiver under his hold as he growls. Steve pulls you over to a tree and pushes you up against it, your dress bunching up against your hips as he lifts you, wrapping your legs around his waist.Â
Your pulse quickens and your eyes widen, you push against his shoulders with poor attempts. Deep down you wanted this, you just didnât like the person he became. âNâno, no. Steve. You⌠You canât do this. Please.âÂ
Steve caresses your cheek, smiling almost too sweetly at you. âYou donât have to pretend anymore, Y/n-Odette. Youâre mine. Weâre meant to be together.â His hand moves, gripping your chin with his thumb. His eyes fall to your lips as your mouth opens slightly. âIâm going to make you my wife, my Queen, little swan. Then you will bear my children.âÂ
You shake your head, ignoring how you throb at the thought. âIâm done waiting for you to give in, Y/n-Odette. You need to understand that youâre already mine.â Steve presses against you, feeling you throb against his clothed cock. âYou feel that? Thatâs what you do to me, little swan.â A small whine slips through your lips. âJust give in. Let me make you feel good.â You gasp as he pulls you into a kiss, all thoughts leaving your mind as his lips begin to move, pulling you deeper into his hold. Steve nips your bottom lip, sliding his tongue inside as a moan escapes your mouth.Â
You barely notice as he frees himself, sliding his hardened cock between your lips. Your grip tightens on his shoulders, pulling away slightly. âSâSteveâŚâÂ
His hand moves, caressing your cheek. âShh, little swan. Itâs okay.â Your mouth drops and eyes roll back as he slides into you, filling you to the brim with one thrust. âThatâs my good girl, feel so good for me.â Steve grunts, pressing you into the tree harder while he holds back from roughly fucking into you. You go limp in his arms, never having felt this amount of pleasure before, not even the times when you had touched yourself.Â
âOâoh⌠SteveâŚâÂ
Steve smirked to himself, âIs that all you needed, little swan? My cock? If I had known all I had to do was fuck you to get you like this, I wouldâve done it along time ago.â You want to argue back, huff and disagree with him but he was right, you couldnât think when he was inside of you. His grip on you tightens before he suddenly begins to fuck you, slowly pulling out only to roughly thrust back in. Your moans trapped in your throat and your back arches, pressing close to his.Â
Steve grunts, his eyes locked on your face. He felt smug that the pleasure you were feeling was caused by him. He changes the angle of his hips, his cock sliding deeper inside of you, hitting spots you didnât even know existed. Your hands grip Steveâs back, nails clawing into any skin you can find.
Steveâs hand moves up, his thumb swiping the necklace that lay around your neck. His hips not stopping as he stares deep into your eyes. âThe moment I gave you this necklace, Y/n-Odette was the moment you became mine, there was no stopping this fate. Youâre stuck with me, little swan.âÂ
Your walls clench around him as he claims you. His thrusts pick up as he begins to pound into you, chasing his release. He grips your hips and neck, pulling you into a deep kiss. The moment his lips meet yours, it feels like your mind has become cloudy, unable to think about anything other than the feeling of him inside you. You didnât know how someoneâs lips had the power to wipe your mind clean of any thoughts.Â
Steve shoves a hand between your legs, his fingers finding your swollen clit and immediately pressing on it. Rolling it between his fingers before stroking it while his cock continues to hit deep inside. âCum for me, little swan. Let me feel you milk my cock.â Steve groans, pressing closer to you as he whispers against your lips.Â
Your head falls back against the tree, feeling your cunt pulse and throb as Steve continues to rub your swollen clit and thrust against the sweet spot deep inside you. âGo on, little swan. Cum for me.â Your eyes cross as Steve buries himself deep inside of you, your toes curl as you squeeze him. You feel your orgasm ripple through you, your moans echoing throughout the forest.
âMy good little swan.â He growls out as he fucks into you before his cum shoots out, painting your walls a pretty white. As Steve softens inside of you, he pulls back to look at your face and grins almost evilly, the back of his hand stroking your cheek. âYouâre going to make such a pretty Queen, little swan.â
You would learn that you may think you know someone but everyone has a little bit of darkness lurking within and you just happened to be the target.

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marvel guys + slow mornings
mass headcanons because i wanted to write fluff and couldn't decide who for?? yes
steve rogers
slow mornings with steve are rare; he always has to be up early for work or for missions or just to go for a run - he always makes you coffee and breakfast when he's back, though - bc it's honestly just programmed into him that he has to be up before the sun. some days, though?? some days, he just needs to lay in, and he needs to be beside you. he'll wrap his arms around you, pull you close and sleep until his heart is content (and when you're there, it always is). he'll press a kiss to your jaw before he gets up and makes hot drinks & breakfast for you both, and then he'll spend the rest of the morning watching sitcoms with you on the sofa.
sam wilson
sam LIVES for slow mornings. sundays, specifically, are his allotted rot day. that means you guys will normally stay up late on the saturday doing something more social & fun, then come the next day, you cannot get him up before midday. those mornings afternoons are just filled with cuddles, watching a movie in bed, ordering takeout and catching up with each on the week. it's sam's favourite time of the week and he always looks forward to it.
bucky barnes
like steve, relaxing is not something that comes easily to bucky. in fact, he's still not entirely sure how to do it; that's not to say you can't have slow mornings, though. if you want to wrestle bucky into blankets on the sofa with a facemask, he won't complain - although he will if you post any of the selfies you took anywhere. it was after a few of this occasions that he finally gave in to the idea of chilling out. he will pretend not to be enjoying sex & the city, but he will absolutely complain if you pause it. such a samantha.
frank castle
slow mornings are an everyday occurrence for frank purely because he is never home before 4AM. that said, being woken up with a warm cup of coffee, pancakes and bacon and cuddles from you is the highlight of his day - and if he's up before you, he'll do the same for you. on particularly slow days, frank will move your living room television into the bedroom so you can watch television.
matt murdock
good lord matt LIVES for those days where he doesn't have to wake up at a stupid time. waking up naturally and not to an alarm is his favourite thing and it's even better when you're there!! tbh he still gets up at a decent time, but when you're both shuffling about in your fluffy socks in the kitchen, grumbling tiredly and piecing together a breakfast, some coffee and trying to decide what to watch?? he could not name a better feeling
peter parker
peter will sleep until 3pm if you do not wake him up. he is naturally a heavy, long sleeper and that only increased when he started his night job too. he has to be coaxed awake - normally with a cup of tea and the promise of some cuddles - and then he's all yours.
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Meeting Point

⌠Summary: In a world full of soulmates with destined meeting points, Steve Rogers' mark had always been a point of heartbreak. Until he woke up in the 21st Century; that's when his hope was rekindled.
⌠Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader
⌠Word Count: 1,815
⌠Author's Note: Do you ever have a dream that just fully re-alters your brain chemistry? Yeah, I had a killer dream last night that sparked my love for the Soulmate AU to return. Prepare to be bombarded by soulmate stories over the next few weeks.

The mark on Steve Rogersâ wrist starts to make a lot more sense when he wakes up in the 21st century.
It came back to him, slowly at first, after he was returned to SHIELDâs headquarters. After he was subjected to a myriad of tests from doctors and a few uncomfortable conversations with an in-house counselor. When, only after Director Fury sent him upstate to a place called The Retreat - until the media attention dies down, Captain. Iâm sure you understand - that Steve even had a second to think about that silly old mark on his wrist.
For the first time in five days and some technical sixty-seven years, Steve is alone. Not surrounded by agents or doctors or scientists. Not a single camera or reporter in sight. Itâs just him and the cabin he was delivered to.
When he pulls off his jacket and finally catches a glimpse at the familiar black marking there. Thatâs when he allows himself a second to actually slow down and think about it. The chaotic world of the twenty-first century finally fades away from the edges of his peripheral, and he sees the one grounding thing that still remains in his life.
There, in elegant script reads a simple date:
06. 29. 2019
And for the first time in hours, days, years, Steve can feel the hint of a smile trying to turn up his chapped lips.
He could have never imagined. Not all those years ago, back in Brooklyn. There was an honest-to-God chance now.Â
So, he draws his fingers along the familiar trace of numbers and sets to work.
Back when those numbers first appeared, Steve had only felt immediate heartbreak. His Maâs pitying eyes had been the only thing keeping his chin up at that point. At least he had someone out there, even if he would only get to spend a short time with them. And maybe that was what kept his head above water through all of his childhood illnesses and bouts. The fact that he would survive this hell because it was literally destined that he would live to 100.
Oh sure, the other kids on his street had the normal marks.
Six years more, three weeks, two days. That was the typical lay of the land. So, when kids started asking about his date, his numbers, Steve would just curl up his wrist and clamp his right hand down over the text. It was no oneâs business but his own.
But now that date finally made sense. He was only twenty-six, no matter what his actual birthdate was. He was physically still just a young man. He wasnât going to meet the love of his life on his deathbed. Maybe this was just the universeâs way of apologizing to him; for making him lose everything else, but in return he would get the one thing anyone ever really wanted.
Seven years. He could wait seven years.

Itâs a sick sort of relief when he sees those numbers still engraved on his wrist after the Snap. Heâs not entirely sure if he expected them to fade away when half of the universe was turned to dust, but itâs probably the only bit of hope thatâs keeping him from drowning under the guilt and sorrow that the rest of the team is.
Never one to stand down, to give up the fight, Steve keeps himself going in whatever way he can. Whether the people still want Captain Americaâs help is another story. But he finds different ways to assist, to be a help, to make up for the wrongs.
And soon the calendar months are passing by and life continues on within the aftermath of near-total destruction.
Only Natasha and him remain behind in the old compound. The others have moved to make their own paths in the new world marred by their own collective failures. He stares at the desktop calendar in front of him as Nat wraps up another weekly virtual conference with the team outside of New York.
Okoye, Rhodes, and Danvers disappear in a shimmer of cascading blue light. Natâs too focused on writing down notes to notice that Nebula remains silent, stoic, observing them both.
Steve sits up, âWas there something else?â
The assassin beside him looks up, finally noticing the alien.
She raises her chin, âWeâll be returning soon. Within the week. He says he found something of value, worth looking into anyway.â
He glances over at Nat, who merely nods, âOkay. Weâll plan for that then.â
And then sheâs gone, stepping away from the camera as the lights dim and the two are drenched back into the light of the otherwise empty compound.
Natasha clicks the pen against the table a few times before she merely rolls it away from her notebook, settling back into her chair with crossed arms.
Steve rubs at his left wrist.

Nebula and Rocket arrive late Friday night. Steveâs only just gotten back to the compound - fresh out of a shower after removing shards of glass from his bicep. While half of the population had disappeared a year ago, crime hadnât gone away. Hell, it probably got worse, in all honesty. And Steve had the nasty habit of throwing himself into everything and anything without backup around these days.
Tonight had been no different. Another wannabe small-time crime lord in the making, building an empire through the streets of New York. Steve liked to remind them that there was still at least one person on the planet who noticed.
He should have taken it a little easier on himself though, with tomorrow drawing near. That was the day, the destined date of his meeting. And he probably shouldnât look like a complete mess on the day heâs set to meet his soulmate. His other half.
As he flexes his knuckles, peering down at the bits of dried blood under his nail beds that hadnât come clean in the shower, the entire compound begins to quake. He looks at his reflection in the mirror above the sink, a familiar sinking feeling settling deep into his stomach as he recalls the night Tony and Nebula came to Earth.
Without a second thought, he nabs his shirt from the edge of the sink and takes off toward the courtyard. Their ship is already parked there, with Rocket on the ramp and Nebla looking up toward the stars with Nat. Steve slows his pace as he moves to join them, staring up in slight wonder at the yellow and blue ship descending above them.
The seven wings of the ship spread out in a pattern that looks almost star-like against the deep black background of the night sky. The wheels settle into the grass as the engines hum into powering down.
â - in the Draconis Sector,â Nebula continues whatever it was she was previously saying to Nat. âOnly Star Blaster in sight.â
Steve stares up at the impressive ship. The wings give it an added height over the Benatar thatâs parked next to it. It takes a minute for the pilot, the person they told them would be coming along with them, the person that could be of use, to exit the ship.
He straightens up as the armored figure comes into view. Royal blue and gold metal, with radiant lights that remind him of the Arc Reactor, light up the space around them all as the person draws near.
âHey, pipsqueak,â comes the slightly muffled voice.
Rocket sneers in return, Nebula looks surprisingly amused as the woman moves to grab hold of the alienâs hand.
âNot a bad place,â she then addresses Natasha.
And then her helmeted face turns to assess the supersoldier. She takes a step forward, then another while Steve settles his hands on his belt.
Grabbing hold of her matching blue and gold helmet, she pulls it free from her head. Steve can feel an actual breath escape his lips.
âAnd you must beâŚ?â
He swallows, extends his hand, âSteve.â
Her smile wanes and her grasp on his hand loosens to the point that she merely drops her hand back to her side. Steve wonders if heâs made some kind of faux pas as she tucks her helmet against her left hip.
âYou knowâŚâ she shakes her head, a smile beginning to reform, âI was really wondering when Iâd get around to meeting you.â
She looks up at him with playful eyes as she begins pulling back the sleeve on her left hand.
âRogers, right? Steven Grant Rogers?â
He kind of gapes before forcing himself to nod as his eyes travel down to her now-exposed wrist. She twists it around for him to see, and sure enough, there in a familiar scrawl of handwriting sits his name.
His own left wrist itches in anticipation as he wordlessly lifts it up for her to see the date of their meeting - now sometime after midnight on the 29th.
âHuh,â she quips, dropping her hand in favor of taking hold of his as she peers at the numbers. âMust be a fluke - different world, different systems. Alien names.â
He just nods, again, as all words have seemingly escaped his reach. And then he looks over at the others, Rocket with a tilted head and Nat with her knowing smirk.
But youâre not plexed, as you continue to investigate the date - your fingers tracing the lines of each number, âWhen you grow up on a world full of Kerlaans and Vastalls, Stevenâs kind of out there, you know?â
Then you drop your hand after suddenly taking stock of the captive audience around you. Steve craves the ghost of your touch as soon as itâs gone.
âSorry,â you sheepishly smile, rubbing at the back of your neck with your free hand. âIâm Velariun Kaal, ex-Centurion of the Nova Corps. And⌠Iâm just here to help in whatever way I can really. Meeting you was just the bonus,â you finish with a wink.
âItâs good to finally meet you too,â he finally says at last, eyes drifting across the soft features of your face.
âSo,â you smile, gently moving away from the others - toward the compound. Steveâs in step with you just a beat later. âHow long have you had those numbers there?â
He canât help but chuckle, the first real laugh in nearly a year. âYou honestly donât even want to know.â
âThereâs a story there,â your eyes find his in the darkness of night. Glistening starlight illuminates your irises, like swirling galaxies.
He nods, âThere is.â
âWorth the wait though?â you ask, with a clinch of hope in your voice.
Steve stops where he is.
You fall back a step to meet him.
He reaches his hand down, slowly entwining your hands together. He can feel the warmth of your skin, the slow and steady pulse of your beating heart.
âDefinitely worth the wait,â he murmurs.
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Tony : âHow did you find me?â
Steve : âI saw a giant explosion and i thought, who could that be?â
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Your Mark On Me, Part 3
Summary: you keep pushing his buttons...
Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: Â explicit language, explicit sexual content, degradation, dirty talk, non con/dub con, spanking, inspecting, spitting, fingering, squirting, oral sex (F receiving), skinny dipping, pussy job, just the tip, a bit of cream pie, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 7.1K
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*Tattooed Steve edit by @randomagnes0210
*Dividers created by @firefly-graphics
You take a long look out the window, your eyes casting around in every direction until you see him. Bucky gives you a cheeky grin, holding up his hand, and you back away from the window, hiding yourself. Annoyed at not even being able to walk around in your panties in your apartment if you wanted to. He was always going to tell Steve. You couldnât escape him. And staying cooped up in your apartment was thoroughly starting to piss you off.
It was supposed to be your break in between semesters, and you should be having fun. But no. Instead your every move is followed. You have a feeling Bucky even writes down what you do with time stamps just to let Steve know. He was there when you wake up, there when you leave your apartment, and even there when you go to sleep.
Did he sleep? Was he going to go crazy with a lack of sleep? You pace around the apartment, tempted to open your curtain, and put on a show for Bucky, just to piss Steve off. Itâs what he deserved after he did what he did.
When he did what he didâŚ
You hadnât stopped thinking about that night. The moment when you had forgotten about everything around you, and just let him take you to a different world. A world of blinding pleasure. You had forgotten your name. There has been a numbness in you since that night. And you wanted him to help you live again, and also feared the things he was making you feel.
You ignored the frequent text messages from Steve. At night the messages got filthier, and you wanted to scream in your pillow. While his face was buried between your thighs, and he was doing whatever he did with his tongue, and even his teeth.
âNo!â You scream out loud as your hands start to shake. What was wrong with you? Why was you letting this man lead you to temptation and right to a shortcut to hell?
You wanted him. You feared him. You hated him. You need him toâŚto do something. You didnât want to say it, and couldnât say it. This was new. All of it was new, and you didnât understand Steveâs strong obsession with you. You! You? What was so special about you? Why did he want you? What was his end goal? Was it only to fuck you and then leave?
Taking another look out the window just to find Bucky in the same spot, sucking on a cigarette. He would know, Bucky knew everything. Putting on some coffee you leave your apartment, and walk out to Bucky, who stands up straight immediately. Hand at the phone in his pocket while he looks at you questioningly.
âDonât call him,â Bucky struggles with your request. You were not where you were supposed to be. You hadnât even left this town, and ventured back home. âHave some coffee with me. I feel bad that youâre out here all alone, all day and all night. It isnât fair.â
âI have my orders,â his hand still taps along his pocket, and the last thing you want is for him to call Steve. You couldnât handle Steve being in your home, and your place of peace.
âSome coffee would be good for you, come on,â you go to reach for his hand, but he stands up completely straight, and his eyes fix behind you. âIâm sorry.â
âDove, you should know by now not to touch me; ever. Especially without him present. Iâm running out of lives, and I donât want to die today,â you give a little bite to your lip, your feet shuffling around nervously, wondering if you had pushed too far. You werenât an idiot, even if you wanted to play as such.
Bucky wants to roll his eyes at just how perfect you are for Steve. How you had enough fight in you to keep things interesting, but also his undying love for innocence. For the chase, and you were running; sprinting away from him even if your body was yelling for him to come back. You just weren't so fast enough that Steve couldnât catch you. âFine. Coffee, but you deal with the consequences.â
âConsequences? For having coffee?â Oh you did love to play this silly little girl game. Judging by the swishing around of your thighs, you knew exactly what the consequences would be.
He leans close enough into you, whispering just slightly off from your ear, âDonât play dumb, little bird,â before heading straight towards your building. âSo?â He pauses, turning to look at you when you donât move. âAre we having coffee?â
âYes,â you answer with such certainty that it scares you.
âI see why he likes her,â Bucky mumbles, waiting for you to take the lead. He didnât have to contact Steve. Steve would look down at his phone, and see that Bucky was in your apartment. Would see Bucky in your space, but with you. Alone. He could already feel Steveâs anger prickling on his skin once he realized where he was, and just who he was with. You were just dangerous enough to yourself, but also for Steve.
âSoâŚwhatâs yours and Steveâs story?â You pour him his coffee, sitting at the bar, and push out a chair for him. He doesnât take the chair, but instead lifts himself up on the counter. âYou and him seem to go back further than him and Sam.â
âSteve trusts very few people. Sam and I are two of them. But you are correct in thinking that Steve and I have known each other longer. Sam has been more than loyal to the both of us,â your head tilts to the side, listening to Bucky. It was almost normal. Steve was anything but safe though. However, he had people that believed in something. Believed in him and whatever empire he was building.
âWhy drugs?â
âDonât worry about it,â he gives you a wink. Lifting his arm up to look at his watch with a smirk. âWhy were you buying?â
âYou know why. I needed to stay up to cram for finals. Math isnât exactly my strong suit,â he cocks a brow up, while he drinks his coffee, and you almost feel guilty for staring at him. It was silly because you werenât with Steve. You could look at whoever you pleased.
âHave you ever tried any other drugs?â Shaking your head rapidly, you cast your eyes to anything in the kitchen. Making silly notes about what you needed to do to keep it clean. Wondering where the cameras were in here. âWas that your first time?â
âYes. Iâve always just taken my medication as itâs prescribed.â
âEver been drunk?â You had piqued his interest. Bucky was just wasting time because Steve was already enroute, and he was about to be yelled at, but you were getting far more than screams. âHmm?â
âNo,â your voice whispers, and you dare to look back up at him. âI just recently became of age.â
âWaitâŚyouâve never had anything to drink?â You shake your head no. There couldn'tâ be that much that you had missed from getting drunk. Alcohol stunk, and it was illegal for you to have consumed before now. âWow, you really areâŚâ
You jump off the stool, your mug shattering on the tile as Steve bursts through the door. His nostrils flaring, and his skin looked like it was on fire with the way his muscles are tensing up. Backing up from him with every step he takes closer to you.
Taking his eyes off you only to glare at Bucky, âIâll deal with you later. Dovey,â he tsks, turning to look at you. He is too calm with his words, but the way he slung that door open, he was anything but calm. He was pissed off at you.
âYouâve been a bad bad girl,â you can only squeak, as you look around the apartment. âWe both know there's no hiding places in here. Iâve looked at the blueprints, little bird. Where are you gonna run to?â
âSteve, donât,â you gulp, flinching away as he tries to grab you.
âDo you remember what I told you about your tears?â You shake your head no. You couldnât think. There is a searing light in your eyes and loud ringing in your ears that was keeping you from thinking straight. He had mentioned something about tears, but exactly what you canât recall.
âWhen you cry all I can think about is splitting you open for the first time. It will hurt, Dovey. You will cry, and I will lick the tears off your cheeks, as I wait for that tight little cunt to stop screaming from the stretch.â
âSteve, please,â you tremble, but he moans in return. He mistook your pleads as begging. âIâm not begging!â
âAnd Iâm not asking,â you scream as you dart past him, but his inky hand grabs onto your wrist, pulling you into his hard chest, and nearly knocking the breath out of you. Covering your wails with his hand as he hauls you over to the couch.
Letting himself sit down before he lays your belly over his lap. âI am thankful that you wear skirts,â hearing the malice in his voice only makes your entire body shiver with anticipation of what is coming next. âBucky, close the door, while I have a chat with my little bird.â
âSteve, Iâm sorry,â you hiccup. Wiggling around, you try to get off his lap, but it wasnât helping. âI donât know what I didâŚBucky?â
âDonât call for him. He protects you when Iâm not around, he doesnât protect you from me. Did he or did he not say you would have consequences for being alone with him?â You whimper as you nod your head, and you get a swift smack on your ass. âWords, Dove.â
âYes, sir,â tears start flowing down your face, and it just angers you. This stupid man that rushed into your life has you draped over his lap like a toddler, and was intent in spanking you.
âAnd not only did you bring him in here with you alone, you then had the audacity to talk about me, hmm?â You donât answer fast enough, and he smacks you again, but this time on the other cheek. Flattening his hand out, he rubs over the stinging skin.
âI didnâtâŚI-I-I didnât know.â
âIf you want to know anything about me, then you better fucking ask me. That sneaky bullshit will not fly with me. Do you understand?â Another smack on your ass with an even more soothing rub this time. âCan you fucking hear?â One more slap.
âYes, sir. I underâŚunderstand. No!â He places his elbow on your back as he lifts up your skirt. Chuckling when each hand pulls apart your cheeks. âSteve, stop! Donât look! Donât!â
âWhy not, Dovey?â He moans, leaning down closer he inhales deeply. What you assume was a pinky finger flicks up and down your cotton covered slit. âYour cunt is crying for me. Just as hard as those pathetic tears rolling down your cheeks. You know why we work, Dovey? I enjoy this just as much as you do.â
âI donât,â he has your panties pulled down in one second. Each hand stretching your cheeks wide as he gazes at your virgin hole. Everything is too quiet as he stares at you in the most vulnerable state you have ever been in. Sure that Bucky was watching your core as hard as Steve.
Seconds go by that feels like hours. And then a drip of Steveâs saliva flows through your lips. âYouâre a fucking liar,â his voice cutting deep inside of you. âWhy are you lying? That tight light hole is clenching, Dove. She wants a big cock to fuck her so hard and deep, huh? Hehe,â he looks up at Bucky, pulling you even further apart.
âSee, Buck. Sheâs throbbing just thinking about me fucking her. Look,â Bucky has been a target of Steveâs anger many times. And there was no right answer here. Steve would be offended if he didnât look. âDove, Iâm going to fuck you so deep you feel me in your belly.â
âOh,â Bucky tries to sound interested as your walls flutter around nothing. Searching for something to squeeze tightly. Pulsing in vain. But something more catches his eyes, âHow are you going to fit in there?â
âOh, Iâll make it fit,â he spits down to your center again as two fingers roam through your slick. Coating themselves in your juices, and you clench your eyes close. Biting on your lip as he plunges two thick fingers into your warmth, and you lift your head up sobbing his name.
âThatâs just two fingers, pretty girl,â pumping his fingers in and out of you he moans at the sound of your wetness. Lewd squelching sounds scream into the quiet apartment. âSee how easy I fit in there when you have a sloppy cunt like this? Itâs because I am made for you, and this is my pussy. I wish you could see your pussy cling onto my fingers. She doesn'tâ want to let me go. She is weeping out onto your legs just thinking about me, Dovey.â
He speeds up his motions, curling his fingers and he hits a spot inside of you that makes orbs of fuzzy light pop up in your vision. Sounds you have never heard before leak out of your mouth, and your body chases his fingers. Reacting and needing him to stay deep inside of you. And you seek out him to constantly fill you whole.
Hugging his digits so tightly that you canât help but to pant out his name, âI know, baby. Itâs what youâve needed. You needed to be punished for acting like a sneaky bitch. But it gets you so worked up. Your body craves this attention. Has been begging for this, huh? You like this, Dovey?â
My god, you loved it. Thoughts just didnât even register because of the paralyzing pleasure. You just take it. Take every bit of his fingers. Eyes rolling in the back of your head as he scissors himself deep inside of you. Pressing a thumb on your clit, and you speak in tongue.
Euphoria you have never felt. Your cum coats his fingers, but it only eggs him on. Going harder into you. The only thing for you to hold is his leg, and you dig your fingers into him. He hisses as he pounds into you. Not stopping until you're screaming his name, and you squirt out your release. And Steve moans, delighted at how messy you are.
âGood fucking girl!â Jerking his fingers out, he grabs you at the hips. Lifting your bottom up to him, and he buries himself between your thighs. Laving and slurping up every bit of your release. Moaning at your tastes as he sucks every bit of it up.
Your eyes roll into the back of your head, but as soon as it starts, he stops. Steve pulls apart your body, and stares at the tiny gape of your hole. You could take so much more, and he was tempted to add a third finger next time. But he wanted more than anything for you to cry when he bottoms out into you. Addicted to something he hadnât properly got to experience. And that was all of you.
His sight never leaves your cunt as he tells Bucky to pack you a bag because the two of you were going on a short little trip. Bucky nods, knowing exactly where Steve was going to take you. He whispers a prayer for you. If Steve had it his way he was going to fuck this âbratâ right out of you.
Bucky wouldnât call you a brat, but you knew what you were doing. Driving Steve crazy enough to both pleasure and humiliate you. One day you would learn, you didnât have to push his buttons to get him to play with you. You had this power over Steve that neither of you understood. And Bucky had never witnessed anything quite like this.
âDovey, if I hear you talk back to me once on this drive, youâre going to ride the rest of the way with two of my fingers in your cunt, and both your titties hanging out of your shirt. Please tell me that you understand.â
His hold loosens on you, and he gives you a moment to sit up. Waiting on you to roll your drenched panties back up your body, and you nod. You couldnât look at him because he had seen such a private part of you, and showed Bucky, âYes, sir.â
âGood, girl. Youâre learning. Seems like youâre starting to break. Buck, you make sure Sam understands that the two of you are in charge,â Steve holds out his hand as he stands up. Waiting on you to take hold before he leads the two of you to the door.
âSteve, take it easy on her. Sheâs not ready,â he whispers to his friend, but Steve returns his warning with a smile. He was going to do whatever the fuck he wanted with you. You wanted to know about him, so he was going to give you the opportunity to ask. If you could focus. Heâd tell you everything you need to know. He just hopes itâs the right questions.
âSteve, I donât want to be here,â your lip trembles as he steps out of the car. Stalking over to your side while you stare at only one thing. One cabin. In the middle of fucking nowhere. It had been miles since you even saw the las
âSteve, no!â Screaming as he opens your door. There isnât any flight left in you. It is just complete shutting down. He holds out his hand for you to take, but you violently shake. He was going to murder you here. âSteve, donât. Donât!â
He gives a growl as his hands try to wrangle you out of the vehicle, and you thrash around. If you were going to die, at least youâd die trying. âPlease, justâŚâ
âYou wanted to ask questions, now get out of the fucking car!â Pulling you a bit harder, you let your body turn to dead weight, and you drop to the ground with a hard thud. Blinking your eyes and coughing as you try to catch your breath.
âWould you shut up?â His voice rattles, hauling you up over his shoulder. âWhat exactly do you think Iâm going to do to you? Weâre going in the fucking cabin, and youâre going to ask your stupid damn questions.â
âB-b-b-but weâre alone! Youâre going toâŚâ dropping you onto the couch, his body hovers over you. Those blackened with ink arms caging you. He rolls his hips, and his hardening cock skims over your core, and you squeal.
âYou like that, huh? You like feeling me on you?â His breath is hot on your skin as he does it again. âWeâre all alone, Dovey, and no one can hear your screams when you take every inch of me.â
âIâm not b-b-begging.â
âAw, but arenât you?â Readjusting himself, his hand cups your covered core. The face of pure sadistic torture grins down at you. âYouâre so hot and wound up youâre going to burn the cabin down, Dovey. Youâve ruined these panties, you're so wet. Quit letting your mind take control, and trust me.â
âIâll never trust you,â it is something you felt deep within your soul. How could you trust someone that was like him? Someone that got off on your embarrassment, and enjoyed showing it to everyone. âYou just want to use me.â
A flash of tattoos comes at your face, and his fingers dig into your cheeks as he grabs you tight. Forcing you to quit looking around, and look straight at him. âDovey, if I wanted to use you, I would have had you that first night. I did you a kindness in marking you up. People know not to fuck with Steve Rogers. Youâre just the stupid girl who came into my lair thinking you would outsmart me. Do you realize how many times I could have fucked you by now? I could have put the cameras on us, and let the club watch as I took the gift that could never be returned. And youâre the brat that wants to keep pushing my fucking buttons.â
You whimper as his weight starts to settle on your body. His monstrosity of a cock pressing into your center, and a flash of blinding light covers your vision, and all you can do is feel. Feel his pulse through his cock as it pounds right at your entrance, and the way his breath blows out over your face as he chuckles. You hate him.
âSweetheart, it would loosen you up in more ways than one. You need this as much as I do. Youâre denying us the ultimate pleasure when all you have to do is let me squeeze through your walls, break them down, too.â
Gulping, you keep perfect eye contact as your head twists back and forth, whispering out, âNo.â
A rumble climbs up his chest, and the vibrations go right to your weeping cunt as he sits up. Putting his weight on his heels, and kneeling before you. His body keeps your legs wide, and he pulls up your skirt, watching your covered pussy as he pulls his shirt off.
He is a god amongst men. Rippling cords of muscle stretch over his chest, and it was accentuated perfectly with the most beautiful and intricate designs. The man clearly enjoyed art, but also pain. No inch of his chest wasnât touched with a needle.
While youâre in a trance with his tattoos, Steve undoes his pants, and gives them a little tug down. âOh my god!â You screech as his monster dick flops out of his pants. The only thing not covered in tattoos, and right at the tip. âYouâre pierced?â
âIf it scares you that much, our first time, Iâll take it out. Itâs quite pleasurable for you,â Steve wraps his fist around the base, and gives the growing member a few pumps, âYou canât take your eyes off it. Have you ever seen a dick before?â
âYeah. Plenty of times.â
âTell me whose dick youâve seen, little bird.â
âWhy?â You look up at him, unblinking. There is a fire that is burning all the way from the pit of his stomach to his eyes. Looking almost demonic as his pupils spread out so wide.
âSo I can kill them. No dick that has touched your body is going to stay alive,â he tilts his head to the side, smiling when you finally look up at his face. âI am very serious, sweetheart. Tell me. Their names.â
âI donât know â I don't know their names,â he tenses in front of you, and you cover your eyes. âThey were on the internet,â the walls of the cabin rattle with his booming laughter. While youâre trying to melt away, he runs the tip of his length over your panties, and you flinch. Trying to sit yourself up, but he pushes you back down.
âYou mean to tell me I wasted showing you my cock, and itâs the first in life one youâve ever seen? Dove, no wonder youâre on edge. You just about came undone from my tip at your panties, or maybe it was the piercing. You like the way this feels, my sweet little angel. Come on,â standing up, he fully gets undressed, proving that yes, he was pretty much covered in tattoos. His face and his dick are the exception. âTheyâre too pretty, darling. Letâs go.â
âWhere?â Itâs a struggle to sit up with the high emotions you have been feeling. Wobbly legs keep you from standing too quickly. Thereâs a dizziness that you feel in every part of your body.
âBucky packed you a bathing suit, put it on, or join me in the hot tub naked. You need to relax,â there was a shift in his voice. Typically there is some grit to it. As if it was constantly filled with anger. Now it sounds â normal. He stands watching you as you try to process what it is you wanted to do. âDo I need to turn around for you to change? I wouldnât advise running. Thereâs nobody here for miles. And if you run again, my patience and kindness will be gone, and I canât promise what I will do.â
âCan I go get my bag?â He nods his head, gesturing for you to go out to the car, and you take careful steps. Counting each inhale and exhale as you walk to the car. Looking back at Steve who remains calm. He dares you to run just so he can capture you in his snares, but you wonât.
This time, you want to listen. Especially if he was going to grant you with asking questions. Bucky sucked at packing your bag. A shirt, panties, and the skimpiest bathing suit you owned. At least he remembered a toothbrush. Feeling a bit more irritated now, you walk back into the cabin, and gawk at Steve.
âCan you turn around?â
âGood girls say please.â
âAnd I didnât,â giving you a crooked smile, he turns around. Giving you the smallest privacy to undress.
âI bet it feels nice to get out of those wet panties,â you ignore him. It did feel nice. Everything had started to stick to you, and it was like peeling wet clothes off. âThat skin would look really pretty with a needle in it.â
âWhy are you like this?â Looking up, you notice a mirror pointed right at you. Steve saw everything. Saw you undress, and didnât look away.
âTell me I didnât make you so wet that you had to use your clothes to wipe your honey off your legs. Weâre getting in a hot tub, Dove, itâll wash right off.â
âDo you ever give privacy?â
âNo. But you do have some nice tits. Letâs go,â Steve reaches back to give you a little tug, but you shake your head no, pointing at his dick. âOh, I donât get in the hot tub with clothes on. The anaconda will be underwater, you wonât be able to see him.â
âClarence,â he scrunches his face up as you walk past him, and out on the back porch, assuming thatâs where this hot tub was. You just need to not have that thing staring at you right now. âThatâs what Iâm going to call your penis; Clarence.â
âClarence? Why not something like The Hammer orâŚâ
âClarence,â itâs what it was going to be. If he wanted you to look at it, you were going to give it a name that wasnât so imposing. Steve walks past you, and settles himself into the pool. Giving a soft moan at how the heat was working out his own tension.
âIs it hot?â
âIt is, but itâs not as hot as your tight little cunt. Howâs she feeling?â Donât answer him. Allow him his cocky little comments, and do what is asked. Make this easy and unpainful, and youâd feel better for it.
You wait on Steve to settle back into the water, and his eyes roam over your body hungrily. Watching as each inch of it gets swallowed by the heat, and he chuckles when you sit on the opposite side of him. Looking at anything that wasnât Steve. He cracks his neck, and uses his thick fingers to trace around his lip, and he just smirks at you.
âI donât like people who go behind my back.â
âI didnât,â you finally meet his gaze, and itâs hard to look away. He is even sexier with water lapping up against his skin. The same skin that was setting your body ablaze. He had seared into every part of you, and your body craved him. Needed him to touch you.
âDidnât Bucky tell you that there would be consequences?â
âYeah, butâŚâ
âIâm talking,â he interrupts, wading over closer to you. Both hands plant themselves on either side of you, and he stands up out of the water. His giant cock wet and bouncing right at your face. âYou continue to talk over me, and Iâll slip something in your mouth to keep you quiet. Bucky warned you about the consequences of taking him into your apartment without me. You disobeyed. You chose to ignore him. Playing your stupid fucking childish game of being too naive to realize what you acting up does to me.â
He removes one hand from the back of the hot tub, and grips his cock. Rocking it right at your lips, but never touching you. âI can see it in your eyes how curious you are to know what a real cock feels like. I can show you.â
âIâm not begging,â you cross your legs, clenching them tight together. Refusing to let your pussy get you in any more trouble.
âYet. Your body is, but your mouth is stubborn. Maybe I should give her a little taste. Come on, suck my dick and join me in the underworld.â
âContinue your threats.â
You whimper when his low growling laugh vibrates at your core. Wondering how he was able to make you feel him in a place he had hardly touched. âWhat do you want to know about me? Iâll give you five questions to ask, so you better make them count. That is going behind my back, little bird. You want to act all innocent, but you want to know what makes me tick. Why did I become who I am? So ask.â
âWhy? Why do you do this?â
âIâm going to count that as two. Be careful next time,â sitting beside you, his hand runs up and down your thigh, and without realizing it, your legs start pulling apart. Giving him ample space to get to your cunt.
âI do this because I can control whatâs out there. These streets ran rampant with cheap drugs cut with who the fuck knows. I sell pure. It costs more, but you wonât die from a damn accidental overdose because your drug of choice was laced with something. Three more.â
Your mouth drops open when his hand settles as high up on your thigh as possible sliding down, and rubs over the apex of your thigh, but never where your body truly wants it. You even lean back further, granting him more access, but his fingers donât drift around. âHowâŚwhy the playground?â
âYou really fucking suck at this. Thereâs two more. Youâre down to one question after this.â
âYouâre fucking distracting me!â He grabs you up, placing you in his lap. Your body facing the same way as you. Using his legs to lock your own in place. Moving your bottoms to the side before pressing his dick right in between your pussy lips. âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry!â
âYou want to say fuck, you better make sure my dick is so deep inside you that you feel me in your filthy little mouth. I will not give you another chance, Dove. I mean it. I wonât wait for you to be blubbering, and crawling on your knees as you beg for me to be inside. I will take it. Is this your tactic, Dove? I donât want to take. I want you to fully give that to me. You are so hot and slippery, youâre ready, but are you ready for me to have you down on your knees?â
âPleaseâŚâ what were you asking him for? Why was he able to make you melt and repulse you simultaneously?
âPlease just put it in there?â You shake your head no, and his mouth attacks your neck. Kissing and sucking at the sensitive column, while your hips buck up and down. Allowing his sinful dick to roam through your folds. His tip knocks against your clit, and you lean your head back against Steve.
âEasy, baby. Youâre going to make yourself pass out before we get to the good part. Thatâs my playground. I have fond memories of bullies throwing me around the yard. If it wasnât for Bucky, I would have died there. I promised myself that not only would I survive, but I was going to be bigger and meaner than any of those pieces of shit, and they would all cower just hearing my name.â
âSteve. Steve!â He is only holding his dick up against your body, it is you that is moving, grinding on him and searching for more, and terrified to have it. But he feels like heaven. He hadnât even entered inside of you, and you are a mess.
âOne more question, Dove. Be a good girl, and ask your pathetic little question since you need to know about the big bad drug lord that is following you around, and becoming more and more obsessed with you. Go on.â
âWhy me?â
âIsnât it obvious?â He is marking every inch of your neck with his filthy mouth. Yet again making sure that everyone knew that you were taken. And he would kill someone that would just look at you. Willing to murder anyone whoâs cock you had seen. Even online porn couldnât prepare you for this.
âI love challenges. I have this pretty little bird that is dying to be fucked deep and hard, but because of her upbringing or some shit, is denying herself pleasure. You need someone like me,â his voice starts going up an octave, and you grind on him faster. Harder. Both of you are needy and searching for something.
âThatâs it, Dovey. IâmâŚIâm,â he holds your lips apart with two fingers, and presses his spongy tip in your entrance, and as soon as you are screaming at the intrusion, his cum spurts through you. Most of it spilling out, and mixing with the water, but some of it is a glorious warmth that you loathe.
He holds you in place, keeping you from squirming around as he looks down into the water, âI could do it you know. Youâre breathing heavily, and this isnât even the painful part. Iâm getting tired of you acting like a little bitch. Do you see how easily I can take, Dove? Do you see that I have you right where I want you, but Iâm giving you enough grace and power to tell me when our first time is?â
âButâŚyouâre inside meâŚSteve, I wasnât begging.â
âAnd Iâm not fucking. Iâm not even an inch inside. Enjoy my seed in you, Dove. Pretty soon itâll be second nature to take my cock, and be filled with me. You wanted the consequences, this is it. But next time, itâll be so much worse.â
âJust fuck me then,â you spit out, but he lifts you off him, and stands up. This time rubbing his tip over your pouty lips. You notice the bit of change in him, but keep your mouth shut. Letting him paint you with the remnants of the two of you.
âIâm no longer hard, and youâre not begging. But soon, Dove, soon youâll wake up to me thrusting into you. Youâll sit on my lap, warming my cock while I distribute the drugs. You will be on all fours at the table, letting me inspect that greedy cunt before I plunge into her, and Bucky gets to see me fill your belly with my child. Get out of this tub, and let's go to bed.â
âWhy are you so mean?â
âWhy are you?â The audacity! You arenât mean. âYouâre mean to yourself, and I never said I was nice. Get out of this fucking tub, and letâs get in the bed.â
He doesnât even turn around to look at you as he walks back into the cabin. There was no escape, and you are coming to realize that everyday that you are with him. Were you the problem here? Would it be so bad to let him inside of you?
Questions abound quickly in your mind, and you couldnât process them long enough to answer. Allowing your body to go on autopilot just for tonight. Even if you are angry at what he just did. But are you? Are you really denying something that was living in between heaven and hell?
âGet in the bed,â Steve growls, pulling back the covers. âI have on underwear,â you gulp as you look around the room. Bucky hadnât given you much thought to pack your clothes. Barely anything was in your bag.
âHere,â Steve says, tossing you a shirt. And youâre just stubborn enough, and still pissed at him from earlier. Undoing your bathing suit top you let it fall to the floor. Letting Steve angrily stare at your curves, and peaked nipples before letting the bottoms fall.
âYouâre pushing me, Dovey,â he growls out. Stunned, and refusing to move. Your skin still damp from the tub. Water drips creating a trail right between your legs. âDove!â
âNow, you know how it feels,â youâre sure you will pay for that later, but at this moment, it feels like you are taking the power back. Youâre choosing to show him your body. Letitng him see how hard your nipples are with desire.
Pulling only his shirt on, you crawl onto the bed, tapping the other side, âArenât you going to get in?â
âYou didnât put panties on.â
âBut you have on underwear. Seems a fair trade,â he grouses something under his breath, but crawls in behind you, pulling you completely flush with his body. Easing a thigh in between your leg, and pressing it firmly against your core. âSteve?â
âItâs my turn to ask questions,â he ignores your hands that try to push his hard leg away from you. Tense in his embrace, but he starts melting into you. Snuggling his face right behind your ear, and you hate the hold he has over you. âWhy are you a virgin?â
âBecause I havenât had sex.â
He growls right up next to your ear, and you bite your lip. Hoping that he couldnât feel how amazing that sound felt. âWhy havenât you had sex?â
The real question. You didnât have a smart remark to get you out of it. He wanted the truth, and you werenât ready to give it to him. âBecauseâŚâ
âBecause why?â
âThatâs three questions, Steve.â
âI donât care about the others. Just answer that one,â you wiggle around, wanting to actually give him the attention he wanted, but his hold is too great. âWhat are you doing?â
âI want to look at you while I answer,â immediately he lets you go. Waiting on you to flop to the other side, but he still pulls you in tight to him. Lifting your leg to throw over his hip. âIâve never had this.â
âYeah, I know. Youâre a virgin. Iâm sure if you laid like this with a â boyfriend,â the taste of that word is rotten in his mouth. No one deserved you. He didnât deserve you, he was just desperate enough to capture you and make you his.
âNoâŚnot even that,â he cocks up an eyebrow as his features soften. He was beautiful. You had a crazy feeling no one ever saw this soft side of him. He had spent years creating his drug lord persona, that he forgot what being a lowly human was like.
âBoys arenât interested in me. All my friends had them, and IâŚI was the third wheel. Or the fifth. But you get the point. No one has ever told me that I was â that Iâm beautiful.â
He lets out an exasperated breath, and drifts closer to you. So close his lips brush against yours when he whispers your name, âYouâre beautiful. And Iâm no boy. I am a man, and you are mine. You donât have to worry about all the boys that didnât see you. The boys that didnât realize what diamond that they had in front of them. And I won't have to worry about murdering them.â
âIâm thankful for that.â
âLook at me, and tell me that youâre beautiful,â itâs a strange request to make, but when you open your mouth nothing comes out. You were taught not to lie, and you didnât fully believe it yourself. You had spent most of your life invisible, and no one ever noticed you, until this man came out of the shadows, and was trying to bring you into his own world of darkness.
âSay it. Tell me that youâre beautiful. Dovey, please,â you canât. You shake your head no, letting your eyes start to close as you try and fight away the tears. He wasnât going to see you cry. âYouâre beautiful. And if I have to be the one to tell you that everyday for you to realize that you are, I will. Maybe thatâs my purpose. Youâre beautiful. Youâre gorgeous. And sexy. And kind. And I want to corrupt you and bring you over into my darkness. Make you my whore, so you realize how irresistible that I find you.â
âStop. Please, donâtâŚâ he hears the crack in your voice. He would kill everyone that dared to make you feel unworthy. You were worthy. You were everything.
âYouâre beautiful, darling. I have perfect vision, and I have seen a lot of women. None are as spectacular as you. Close your eyes, relax in my embrace because Iâm never letting you go ever again. Youâre stuck with me. I donât want you to lose your fight, but just for tonight. Letâs call a truce.â
âFine,â you mumble, finally letting his warmth envelop you as you relax in his embrace. It is an oddly satisfying and safe feeling. You were close enough to smell his musky cologne that lingered on his skin. His heartbeat creating a perfect rhythm to lull you to sleep, âJust for tonight.â
âYes, yes, of course. Next time Iâll make sure we fall asleep with your cunt squeezing my cock,â insufferable asshole. You started to feel something. Not your body, but you. And then he opened his mouth. But at least it meant you werenât falling. And you wouldnât. Not with him.
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Chapter 8
Twinkles
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A week and a handful of days was exactly how long you actually made it into your two weeks before you found yourself with a mind just as hectic and busy as it was the day you left the compound. But the only difference now was that it was you and your thoughts back on an empty road on the way back to the compound.
You figured that processing your feelings and settling back in at home might've been good for you. Maybe being back in the environment that caused all of the physical and mental injury would help move the healing along faster, help you make amends and tie up all the loose ends you needed in order to really solidify your place in such an environment.
Plus, you still wanted to talk to Bucky again. You needed to bury the fight for good. And Steve... lord knows you still have a lot to figure out between the two of you... and Bucky. Okay... there was still a lot of figure out with the three of you.
The road was so dark and almost lonely with the lack of traffic happening at 10pm on a weeknight. For some reason, not even your playlist or the almost freezing temperatures outside competing with your car heater was distracting your brain from the only thought it could conjure up, which was to call Steve.
You didn't know why you wanted to talk to him, or even what to say, but your fingers even pulled up his contact on your car's display just in case.
It was already late, and you had no reason, but you couldn't stop thinking about him. Wondering if he was already asleep, you took the leap of faith and pressed call.
Your intuition was right, because before you could even press call, Steve's name popped up on the little screen and your car informed you that he had called you first.
"Hello?" You spoke, eyes glued to the open road.
"Hey, Bug." He spoke back, voice deep and raspy as if he was half asleep. "What are you up to?"
"Funny you should ask, I was literally just about to call you but you beat me to it." You told him with a smile, well aware he couldn't see it.
"Oh really? What's wrong?"
"Nothing! I don't know why I wanted to call you, but my brain was telling me I should." You explained. However, you could recognize now with the sound of his voice that there was something going on with him. He sounded sad, or maybe frustrated and definitely tired. "What's going on with you?"
"Funny you should ask" A very fake and lazy chuckle sounded. "I'm miserable at the moment, can you tell?"
"Just a little." You lied. He definitely sounded miserable. "What happened, Stevie?"
"The stupid heater in my apartment isn't working and it can't get fixed until tomorrow." Steve started. "I'm exhausted, but no matter what I do I can't fall asleep because I'm so fucking cold. I was going to ask Bucky if I could sleep at his place tonight but I saw Nat's location was in his apartment so that flew out the window."
It took a slight moment to figure out why Steve was complaining about the temperature when he was usually the kind've guy that could put up with anything. But when it clicked, you felt a billion times worse for him.
You remembered a few times Steve has confessed to you that he can't stand the feeling of being cold.. 66 years of being stuck in ice will do that to a person.
Though he had no memory of all of those long years, his brain seemed to hold onto what he felt during the first few moments of the plane he crashed straight into the arctic.
So every time Steve found himself alone in the cold, he swore he could feel his skin sting. His heart would race no matter how hard he tried to get it to slow down, it felt like the floor would start dropping below his feet, and the entire time he was waiting for pain that never came. The longer he stayed cold, the worse it would spiral.
Your eyes darted to the time displayed in your car, 10:54 pm. Then they read the outside temperature, 36 degrees Fahrenheit.
"That sounds awful, I'm sorry" You pouted. "You have my key, why don't you sleep at my place?"
There was a deep sigh through the phone line, and a few moments of silence as he contemplated what to say next. "It's okay. I'm actually not even too sure why I called you, I think I'm just trying to calm myself down."
Your pout deepened and your heart cracked. "Steve"
"Hmm?"
"Go sleep in my bed." You commanded.
"It's fine, Bug. I just wanted to talk to you. Why does it sound so... rumbly?" Steve tried to change the subject.
"Oh, because I'm driving right now." You explained. "Im using my phone's Bluetooth to turn on the heater in my apartment for you so it'll be nice and toasty when you get there."
"It's so late, why are you driving?" He asked.
"I'm actually on my way home right now." You explained keeping it vague, he didn't know which home you were referring to. "Is 73 degrees okay?"
"Bug, I can't." Steve denied, sounding remorseful.
"You can't what?"
"I can't just accept your kindness like this."
If you didn't know him so well, you almost wouldn't be able to know just from the sound of his voice that he was on the verge of tears. But i in this case, you probably knew him better that he would've liked. "Like what, Steve?"
"I still feel so bad that I hurt you." Steve explained, practically in a whisper. He was thankful you couldn't see the way his hands were shaking or the way he had to breathe through his mouth because of how fast his heart was pounding from the sheer amount of anxiety coursing through his nerves. "I can't just go seek comfort from you and invade your space after what I did. That's not fair."
Now, you felt like crying too. "We already talked about this. We can't keep holding onto what happened or it's going to make us both miserable."
"So you're still feeling better about it?"
"Since the last time I saw you? Absolutely." You reassured him. "What can I do to help you feel better right now?"
"This is more than enough." The statement was filled with the most confidence you've heard since answering the phone.
You knew he was seeking any sort of validation that you didn't absolutely hate him, so you tried your hardest to butter him up with some truthful vulnerability "I miss you"
"I miss you too." He agreed, letting his eyes fall shut. "Any chance I can see you again soon?"
You smiled, but he didn't have to know that. He also didn't have to know that you had a 35 minute ETA back to the compound. "I'm busy tomorrow, but how about Saturday?"
"Saturday works great." He declared, still miserable but he tried to be enthusiastic. "You're coming back to the compound on Saturday?"
"Yep, I'll be there." Again, not a lie. "What do you want to do on Saturday?"
"Sleep? Take a nap? Watch a movie? Take a nap while we watch movies?"
You laughed at his suggestions. "That sounds great. And what are you going to do right now?"
"Hopefully sleep and take a nap and sleep some more."
"Think some warm thoughts?"
"I wish I was a marshmallow on a stick." He mumbled.
"Love you lots, go sleep in my room."
"Love you more, no." Steve denied again. "I'll let you go now. I think I'm starting to feel a bit better."
"You think or you know?"
"I'll only know once I hang up."
"Well if you don't know, just call me back, okay?"
"Okay. Thank you for talking to me, drive safe." He didn't want to hang up, but he also didn't want you to think he was being clingy or dramatic so he decided to cut the conversation short. "Will you let me know when you get home?"
"Sure thing. Think about the marshmallow!"
A very small smile tugged at his lips. "Goodnight, Buggy."
"Sweet dreams, Stevie."
The phone-line ended and your music started again. Much like before, the road was still lonely, and you were still unable to get your mind off of Steve. Maybe even more so now than before the phone call. But there was nothing much you could even do for him from the middle of the highway, so you sang along to your playlist that was playing a bit too loud, and tried your best to ignore the uncomfortable sting settling in your lungs as anxiety took over the closer you got to the compound.
That anxiety only worsened as you pulled up, and parked in your reserved spot. You flung your bags over your shoulder and walked through the lobby to get to the elevator and up to your apartment.
The luxurious smell of the building, the sounds of the automated doors and buttons, mostly everyone walking around in their designated uniform, and all the familiar faces reminded you of the really dark place your mind forced you to live in for the long weeks before you left.
Your apartment was no help either. Dragging your feet through the living-room and into the bedroom made memories of all the hours you were stuck in bed flood back so fast you felt physically nauseated. The tossed around blankets over your couch and your bed left unmade was nothing but evidence of how fast you left the compound in the first place. As if you set out on an emergency mission to save yourself.
Luckily you had a perfect excuse to not linger for too long on your own, so you dropped your bags in the corner of your room before making your bed and let your legs carry you over to Steve's place.
After making your way all the way there, and taking a big deep breath to brace yourself for whatever was about to happen, you slid his key that you never gave back to him into his door.
Then, a voice appeared practically out of thin air. "Oh wow, never thought I'd live to see the day Rogers has a girl sneaking in" Tony commented as he walked right past you in the hallway.
"This is definitely not what it looks like." You denied Tony's remark with a shake of your head, but he didn't stick around long enough to even explain yourself.
You stuck to rolling your eyes as you entered his place. It was odd being in his apartment after so much time away, but it was exactly how it always was. Immaculately clean, decorated well, and it smelled subtly like his cologne that you loved so much.
Though you wanted to stop for a moment to reflect, it did little to keep you from walking straight to his bedroom door and opening it slowly as to not scare him.
The first thing you noticed was that his TV was on and playing a movie you didn't recognize, but it provided enough light for you to see the lump hiding beneath the covers. How you still felt the overwhelming sense of comfort you always did when you'd sneak into his bed during the sad and lonely nights. Then, you realized how cold it actually was in his apartment. The longer you were there, the more the chill in the air seeped through your clothes and raised bumps on your skin.
You couldn't tell if he was sleeping or not, but you walked towards him slowly regardless. Then, the blankets tugged around him tighter. The smile on your face spread when you realized he was awake and hiding from what he assumed was Bucky.
"Not in the mood, Punk." Steve mumbled.
A giggle escaped you as you sat on his bed. "Rude"
You watched as his head poked out just for a moment. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he let out a little sound of complaint, and pulled the blanket back over his head.
"Hey! Where did you go?" You questioned, smile stretching wider.
He mumbled out a statement you could barely understand, but you did catch the end. "....... liar."
"What did you call me?!" You questioned, faking offense.
There was no response other than a little laugh so quiet you almost missed it, so your hands weren't shy to grab onto the lump of muscles and anxiety covered in a pile of blankets and shake him around playfully. "What did you call me?!?!" You asked again with a giggle.
This time, he poked out just the top of his head and his stupidly beautiful big blue eyes. It was painfully obvious that he was hiding a smile despite his misery. "I called you a big fat liar" he sassed.
"I told you I was on my way home." You defended yourself with a performative gasp and your right palm straight over your heart. "I never lied!"
"I thought you were Bucky!" Steve continued, still hiding most of his face. He was thankful that the hoodie pulled over his head helped hide his messy hair.
"It's pronounced Buggy" you smiled.
"What are you doing back here so soon?"
"Stop asking so many questions, I'm here to rescue you." You enthused, but it earned another groan and the blanket back over his head. "Wow, you're really going to make my first mission back a difficult one huh?"
More gibberish grumbles sounded from underneath the blanket pile. Even if you asked him to clarify the meaning of his babbles, you knew he was still going to be unwilling to cooperate.
"Fine, you leave me no choice." You huffed while standing up from your spot and kicking your shoes off. Then, you grabbed hold of what you assumed was his shoulder and his waist, then pushed with all your might to roll him over from his back and onto his side.
Laughter he was trying his hardest to contain slipped past his lips when he heard your sounds of struggle. "I'm offended that you're huffing and puffing up there."
"Oh, so now you're speaking crystal clear?" You noted, taking in a deep breath after moving the dead weight of a super soldier. "Sorry for the huffing and puffing, didn't realize you were made of pure muscle and uranium. If I did, I would've warmed up a bit first."
"Uranium?" Steve questioned still sounding miserable, still hiding from you.
"The heaviest element on earth" you clarified, lifting the corner of the blanket pile on top of him before sliding into his bed. "It's a compliment on your big strong muscles, Stevie, don't get it twisted."
"What are you doing?!" His head lifted in confusion as you got into bed with him, under the safety of his blanket fort, and started curling yourself behind him.
The front of your body was against his back, your legs tucked behind his, and your arm wrapped around his waist to hold him nice and snug before you put your chin to his shoulder and propping yourself up a bit so you could see his face. "Providing you with the love and warmth you need to feel better, isn't that obvious?"
His big blue eyes opened to look up at you for just a moment, and when they met your gaze his stomach filled with butterflies and an undeniable blush warmed his cheeks. Then, his pretty eyes gleamed with that familiar twinkle that made the corners of your lips tug upwards.
You were so much braver than he was, because before the big blow out between the two of you, a friendly snuggle here and there was no big deal. But now that you knew the extent of his admiration for you, he didn't know if he would ever find the courage to touch you again. It was too high stakes, and way too nerve wracking for him to risk. Because if he tried his hand at you and fumbled his chance, he'd never forgive himself.
You found that hesitance to be obvious, but sweet and endearing. Much like you found his reactions to your actions to be even sweeter and more endearing.
The 6'4, 250 pound weapon of a man was nothing but putty in your hands now, and that did a number to your capacity to fight off your own repressed feelings for him. If he was putty, then you were melting like a snowman on a summer vacation. Neither of you stood a chance against each other, both of you were letting your walls fall not only down, but also apart.
Steve squeezed his eyes shut so hard that his whole face scrunched up, and let his head hit the pillow once more. "Why am I the little spoon?"
"Because I know you well, Stevenson" Your smile widened.
"What is that supposed to mean?!"
"You have the most obvious little spoon energy of any person I've ever met before." You explained. "That's not a bad thing, it's just a fact. Are you not loving this?"
"That's a trick question" He huffed in complaint before nestling closer to you. "You're so warm."
"See? That'll make you feel better soon. And now you don't have to be alone, so we can take some nice deep breaths until our anxiety floats away... but of course if you hate this too much I can just leave..."
There it was. The biggest relief to Steve's mind and heart... your sassy and sarcastic spunk was starting to shine back through you. Though he still felt like pieces of yourself were lost, the smallest pieces of you were a victory to him. If he was just a little less anxious, he'd find it within himself to bounce off of your sarcasm, but right now he just needed his mind to be less busy.
Steve shook his head shyly. "I really don't hate this."
"See? So just relax." You reminded him as you settled in and let yourself fully lay down behind him. "You're so tense."
"I can never get myself to relax when I'm cold." He explained to you. "It feels like I'm waiting for something that never happens."
You could read between the lines of his words. He was waiting for a plane crash, a physical feeling of pain that he associated with being so cold.
"Nothing is going to hurt you, Stevie." You reminded him gently. Of course he knew that, but sometimes anxiety lies to brain if its victim. Sometimes a small reminder is all you need.
"I know." He agreed with a small nod, trying to get his hands to stop trembling.
"You know it's 42 degrees in here? I read the thermostat on my way in."
"Feels like it" Steve complained.
"My place is a toasty 73."
"That's lovely." He mumbled. "M'happy for you."
"You're so stubborn." You huffed, shoving your face between his shoulder and neck and placing your hand over his heart.
Steve gasped in fake offense. "Don't go searching for my heart rate! That's personal!"
"It's going pretty fast there, Bestie." You smiled, feeling it thunk against your hand before removing it from his chest and sliding it up to his shoulder so you could squeeze him just a little tighter.
"You're not helping, Bud" He admitted, trying his hardest to contain his feelings for you from oozing out through the very loose seams of his heart. The way you were squeezing his body against yours with such a lovely and gentle pressure was not helping it stay in place.
"It's pronounced Bug." You joked again. "It's obvious to me that you're still harboring a lot of guilt and that's half the reason for your anxiety right now, so we're going to stay like this until we talk it through and your hard head softened up enough to realize that I love you, and it makes me sad that you're not feeling great right now."
Steve audibly whimpered and shoved his face into his pillow, hiding away once again. "I just feel bad."
"We've already been over this. All is well."For a few moments, you had a new found sense of guilt. It felt like you had gone way too far in punishing him when it felt as though he was already punishing himself far more than he deserved. "Misunderstandings happen, arguments happen, fights happen, but it's just how the world works and it's a testament to how much we really care about each other. If we didn't care to have each other in our lives then there would be nothing to fight for, right?"
Still in hiding, Steve gently nodded his head.
"I've known you for how long?" You asked.
"Nine months" his muffled voice responded from somewhere between his face and the pillow.
You smiled. "How many days a week have I seen you in those 9 months?"
"Almost everyday, except for the last few weeks" He pouted.
"That's 279 days we've spent together and after every single one of those days, good or bad, I've still chosen to see you, or talk to you, or even think about you. And all of that, all of this has led us to right here, right now. You know why?"
Another grumpy grumble only fueled your fire to complete your mission of soothing the anxious soldier. "Hmm?"
"Because love is unconditional." You stated confidently. "And I can't let anyone I love be somewhere that's making them miserable. That's why you let me go, right? You gave me a chance to leave the compound."
Again, Steve nodded.
"And that's why I can't let you stay here tonight." Your hand squeezed the top of his shoulder. "...are you convinced yet?"
Suddenly, his head popped up "I like hearing you talk so I'm just listening while talking to work up the courage to get out of bed."
Your giggle sounded like heaven so close to his ear as you propped yourself up behind him again. "I had two more tricks up my sleeve, do you want to hear them or are we all good here?"
"I want to hear them"
"Okay the first one was that I was going to use our rooms as metaphors. We could stay here together and be uncomfortable and cold, or we could be cozy together in my warm fuzzy bed but we have to choose to move on."
"So deep and philosophical" Steve grinned. "The second one?"
"Oh the second one is cheap bait. I was going to tell you I have a family size bag of m&m's on my kitchen counter."
"Is that the truth?" He raised an eyebrow, looking back at your face to search for a bluff.
"The whole truth, and nothing but the truth." You confirmed.
"What kind of m&m's?"
One word to seal the deal, you knew it would get him up out of bed and straight into your apartment. "Mini"
"Get off of me, I have important business to attend." Steve joked with a very gentle sense of urgency, shrugging you off of his back.
You let him go and felt a sense of pride when the big beefy soldier got out of bed to follow you.
"Emergency mission?"
"Very important" he agreed, trying not to wince as the cold hair hit his skin again.
"Then put some pep in your step Rogers, we've got a mission to accomplish!"
He giggled and followed you through his room, into the living room and nearly out the front door before he passed a mirror and stole a glance at himself.
Strands of wild blonde hair were sticking out of the front of his hoodie pulled over his head. Socks on his feet, sweatpants, and the very obvious sleep deprivation causing redness under his eyes was not his best look.
"Oh wow, hope the hallways are clear because I'm going to scare people if they see me like this" Steve laughed at his reflection, getting his slippers on his feet.
"Maybe people will start treating you like you're human if they see you in something a little less business casual." You smiled, feeling happy that you got to see the usually put together soldier in such a state.
"I'm accepting it for what it is, because there's no amount of brushing or product in this world that would be able to fix my hair right now." He shrugged, following you out of the door and into the hallways.
"It's cute, you can pull it off."
No longer being able to hide his blushing cheeks from you, he bowed his head to the floor and trailed behind you all the way up to your apartment. His eyes stayed glued to the floor even as you unlocked your front door, he took that moment to fill his lungs with a big breath of air to try and snap out of the anxious daze he was in.
But as the door swung open, a big wave of warm air washed over his body and you took a step aside to let him in first. Only when he stepped into your warm living room did he feel like he could actually breathe again.
The floor felt a little more stable, his legs a little more steady, and the world seemed to have stopped its crashing and burning.
As you locked the front door and kicked off the shoes, Steve looked at your couch and suddenly felt a whole new wave of anxiety over the memories replaying in his head of that very night everything changed all because he sat in that one spot on your couch.
Then he thought of the last time he was here, the anxiety and gut wrenching guilt he felt as he trudged up to your apartment after nobody had seen you for a while, the way his heart dropped into his stomach when he found you asleep in your be-
"Stop thinking." Both your hands reached up and squeezed his shoulders from behind him. "Go to bed."
Immediately snapping out of it, he chuckled at the way you knew him so well before dragging his feet into your room, kicking off his slippers, and burrowing himself underneath your blankets this time.
You walked in a few moments later, bag of m&ms in hand, and a content grin on your face and warmth in your heart at the sight of Steve in your bed. He was already lying on his stomach with his arm above his head, and his head tucked into the ditch of his elbow.
After placing the bag of chocolate on the nightstand, you pulled the blankets over his back and sat next to him.
"Nice and warm?" You asked him, left hand rubbing small circles over his shoulder blade.
"like a marshmallow on a stick" his sleepy voice sounded.
"Cozy?"
"Mhm" Steve nodded.
"Like a bug in a rug!" You enthused, earning his laughter. "I'm happy you're here, Stevie."
"I'm happy that you're here." He turned his head to look at you, big blue eyes twinkling just for you. "A big part of me thought you'd never come back."
You let out a sigh, not being able to come up with much of a good reason why you came back. "Just felt like I had some unfinished business I had to take care of."
"Does that mean you know what you're going to do?"
You knew he was once again asking about your choice in quitting, staying an agent, or becoming an avenger, but you still couldn't quite get the insecure voice in the back of your heart and forefront of you brain to quiet down yet.
"Yeah, but I'm not going to tell anyone until after it's official so nobody tries to get me to change my mind." Your lips pressed together, contemplation turning your smile into a contemplative grin. "So right now I'm going to take a shower as fast as I can so I can get back to the blondie in my bed, then after that I'll probably lay awake all night wondering if I even know how to make good choices for myself."
"Wow, not even me?" Steve faked offense.
"I didn't even tell my Mom" You reassured him. "But I have a meeting with Fury in the morning to make my decision official so, you'll know tomorrow."
"So we're both going to be lying awake all night?"
You chuckled. "No, because I can tell you're exhausted and I already know you're going to fall asleep the second the second I stop engaging you in conversation."
"You're so mean." He smiled, eyes still wide and twinkling.
"Tell me about it." you agreed. "Are you going to be okay if I go shower really quick?"
"Mhm, I'm a big boy." He nodded.
"Okay big boy, you go to sleep, and I'll be right back" You squeezed his shoulder before getting up.
Steve was quick to let the exhaustion close his heavy eye lids, and he focused on emptying his head of it's constant racing thoughts. He listened to the sound of your drawers opening and closing, then the bathroom door closing behind you.
The sound of the shower turning on and the flowing water helped provide some comfort as he realized he finally felt safe and warm again. A lazy smile unintentionally spread across his face when your music followed, but it was playing so low he could barely hear it. One thing he knew about you was that you had to listen to music through completing any task, and you loved to share that music with everyone around you. But right now, it was quiet in consideration of him, and that was far more touching to him that you'd probably ever assume.
But that was just the effect you had on Steve, every little thing you did was so endearing to him and he just couldn't help himself for falling into you as if you were a trap perfectly designed to capture him.
Thoughts of you consumed his mind now, so much so that he slowly started slipping into a dreamy state, that was until not even two minutes after you had left him the bathroom door had opened again and he heard you walking around your room once more.
Assuming you had forgotten something, he paid it no mind. That was until your footsteps approached him, and he heard your voice whispering.
"Stevie?" Your voice was calm and gentle, and the shower was still running. "You still awake?"
"Yeah" his eyes opened again, and eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.
"Sorry, I just- I was thinking about our phone call earlier" You started before sitting down next to him again. "It's just not fair so I didn't want you to fall asleep before I had a chance to tell you."
"Not fair?" He questioned sleepily, forcefully blinking to keep his heavy eyes open.
Your nervous tight lipped grin told Steve everything he needed to know. Maybe it was just the lighting in your bedroom, or perhaps anxiety and exhaustion making him hallucinate but he swore he caught a slight blush on your cheeks.
"I can't help but to feel like maybe some of the anxiety or negative feelings you still have are because I haven't given you enough reassurance, and I'm sorry." You tried to read his expression as well as he was reading yours, but you picked up nothing but exhaustion and relief. "You know how much I love you, right?"
A small grin took over his lips and he let his eyes close in contentment, feeling a little too tired and comfortable to keep them awake anymore. But he nodded nonetheless.
"You know that your friendship and support has been a pivotal part of my career and personal growth, and I'll be loyal to you no matter what we go through?"
"I do now" he nodded again.
"Remember how I said we can explore the cute little twinkles in your eyes when things settle?" You started. "You know that's not just because I'm comfortable with it, but because I like you too, right?"
His eyes snapped open and eyebrows furrowed as if you had just set off a bomb in the bed he was sleeping in. "No, that was not made clear."
Steve swore his cheeks got so hot he could feel his heartbeat pulsing through the skin.
"Okay, well now it was!" You said with a calm and enthusiastic attitude that he could never even dream of achieving if a confession like that just rolled off his own tongue. "Glad we had this talk, I'm going to go take a shower now."
He was in pure disbelief as you stood up and walked away. "No insight on that? No further explanation?"
"You're really tired, don't want to bore you with the details." You shrugged with a playful giggle.
"I'm never going to sleep again" He said louder as you got further away.
"I don't believe you! Besides, the shower is running and I don't want to waste water." You pointed out. "I'll be right back!"
The bathroom door closed behind you, locked, then your faced scrunched up as your silently screamed and danced like a teenage girl. That locked door also gave Steve the space he needed to whimper into his elbow and mourn the person be was before his knowledge of your feelings.
You had simultaneously killed the man he once was, and birthed a new version of him. One whose thoughts were far more insufferable than the last, with approximately 4 billion questions to interrogate you with, and also less and more anxiety at the same time.
As promised, you showered quickly and changed into a loose t shirt and tight shorts you worked out in occasionally before making your way back to your bedroom. Tossing your dirty clothes into the hamper, you quietly turned off your bedside lamp leaving the room dark and slowly got into bed where Steve was, now laying on his side facing the middle of the bed.
As you got under the blankets and settled in next to him, you noticed he had taken his hoodie off leaving him in a shirt with his pretty blonde hair to be crazy on its own accord. Feeling happy that he was finally warm and content, you let your head hit the pillow, your body facing his as well.
You couldn't tell if he was asleep or not, but you didn't pay it much mind. Happy to be back with your best friend and in your own bed, time slipped away from you as fast as your conscious.
Unsure how much time had passed, an undeniable cheeky smile spread across your lips when Steve's heavy forearms reached out to you and planted itself on your waist. His touch was tentative and very experimental, your smile widened as you could feel how hesitant he was to let the full weight of his arm rest on you.
To applaud his bravery and encourage good behavior, you placed your hand on his forearm to welcome him to relax and maybe even come a little closer if he felt like it. But he immediately ripped his arm away.
"...sorry" he mumbled quietly.
You reached over to grab his wrist and pull his arm back to right where it was before deciding that you needed to be brave for him. So you moved your whole body closer to his, pulled his arm around you, and you put your arm around him. "I was trying to pull you in, not push you away."
"Sorry again" he chuckled lazily.
You could feel his body relaxed as you tangled your legs with his, and snuggled your face into his chest. How he always managed to smell like a slice of heaven was beside you, but you were happy to reap the benefits.
Tightening his arms around you and nestling his chin into your hair, he felt like there was nothing that could ever get him to give this up. There was no emergency in the world that could pull his mind away from the happiness and comfort he felt in your embrace. Really, nothing was going to hurt him.
"Comfy?" He asked you, voice deep and raspy.
"Snug as a bug in a rug." You confirmed, making him giggle.
"Sweet dreams, Buggy."
"Goodnight, Twinkles." You said, knowing he would hate the nickname you had thought of.
"How dare you" He complained regardless of being able to hear the smile in his voice.
"Sorry, Twinkles. It's stuck now. Nothing I can do to change it."
"If you insist"
You internally celebrated the win. "Love you."
"Love you more."
As the night fell and the morning rose, Steve didn't remember a single thing. He slept like the dead, and woke up in pure bliss the next morning.
He wasn't sure he had ever been so comfortable in his entire life. The two of you weren't really cuddling anymore, but your sweet little face was still facing him, and your arms still held onto each other while your bodies drifted and sprawled out to their own contentment.
Gentle morning light, your calm and gentle breaths, he could've stayed like this forever.
He looked around and noticed you were sleeping on your tummy now, one of your legs were hiked up so your knee was against his thigh, and you had kicked most of the blankets off of yourself in your sleep. Though the heater was on and he wasn't concerned about you being cold, something caught his eye and piqued his interest.
The back of your shirt hiked up and exposed some of the skin on your back. Steve had seen you in a sports bra countless times before, even naked once, but the difference was now your back was covered in a big scar.
He frowned for you, knowing that there was a permanent reminder on your body of the asshole who went out of his way to make your life a living hell. It also left him wondering what his body would look like if it allowed him to hold onto every scar and mark obtained from battle.
Then, your stupid alarm went off and had to ruin everything. Steve tried his hardest not to curse the universe for taking this moment of peace away from him as he grabbed your phone to turn your alarm off.
He gently shook your arm until your pretty eyes blinked open.
"Time to wake up, buggy." He sweetly smiled at you.
You groaned before shoving your face into a pillow. Now it was your turn to be the dramatic one. "Says who? You can't make me"
"Says Fury, your meeting is in an hour." Steve reminded you.
"You make some good points" Your giggle sounded, poking your head back out. "Good morning, Steven."
"Steven?" Steve questioned with an eyebrow raised in confusion.
"Yeah, short for Stevenson!" You said matter of factly, prying yourself out of bed and swinging your legs over the side of the mattress.
"Oh right, my full name." Steve agreed with you with all the seriousness in the world. He would stop the world from turning just to entertain your humor.
"Mhm, it's on your birth certificate." You nodded. Still sitting on the edge of your bed, you started thinking about the day ahead of you. "Hey Twinkles, I have a question."
A smile stretched across your face as you could hear his sigh at the nickname that definitely wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. "How can I help you, bug." Steve's tone unenthusiastic.
"I just realized I never got my new suit back, so what am I supposed to wear to a meeting with Fury?" You looked back at him fast enough to catch a sneaky smile on his face.
"Oh there is a reason you don't have that back yet, but you don't need it just to see Fury. Wear something nice-ish, you'll be fine."
"And what would that reason be?" You questioned, finally standing up and stretching out your back.
"I guess you'll find out today." Steve shrugged, still laying down, still feeling lazy.
"You boys are exhausting to be around" You joked while disappearing into your bathroom.
Somewhere between you humming along to your music, and your footsteps around your apartment, Steve drifted off again. He wasn't necessarily asleep, but he wasn't really awake either.
Time and space didn't exist in this subliminal place, he was just happy to be around you again. It was the first time since your initial argument together that he had felt truly peaceful, and he intended on soaking in it.
...that was until you threw a pillow at him.
"Hey!" Steve complained, opening his eyes to glare at you. His heart nearly dropped to the floor when he saw how pretty you looked. You had perfectly styled your hair and put on a full face of makeup, while also donning a business casual outfit that suited you perfectly. Out of habit, Steve tried his hardest to hide the fact that he was having heart palpitations. "You are so mean."
"That was payback!" You explained. "I'm leaving now."
"Are you nervous?" Steve asked, trying to get a read on your emotions.
You watched as he finally got up out of bed. "Not really. Should I be?"
"Not really." Steve shook his head with a polite smile. "Should I be?"
You shrugged your shoulders as he approached you. "Not really."
"Good. Then all is well." He opened his arms for you, and you accepted.
Ugh. You even smelled just as good as you looked.
"As much as I'd like to stay here and hug you forever, I don't think Fury would appreciate it if I was late." You smiled against his chest.
"I think he would be mad at me too" Steve agreed with a chuckle and let you go from his arms. "Any chance you'll tell me your career choice right now before the meeting?"
"No, but I'll tell you when I get out" You giggled.
"Far enough" Steve didn't want to push you. "Good luck, Buggie."
"See you later, Twinkles."
Next Part: True Romantic
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Game Day
Pairing:Â NHL!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader
Word Count:Â ~1.9k
Warnings:Â fluff
Summary:Â You're a nanny for a famous NHL star player whom you have a major crush on. You take his son to one of his games, which he loves, but it's revealed later on that Steve wasn't playing for his son... he was playing for you.
Squares Filled:Â engagement (2021) for @avengersbingo
Authorâs Note:Â any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Youâve been sitting in the driveway for five minutes just contemplating whether or not you should go inside the house. This is your job. You shouldnât be nervous. Youâve been coming here for two years. Should you look for a new job? Would that make things better? With a shake of your head, you get out of your car and head up the porch steps to the house.
You donât even have to knock. Steve knows youâre coming over.
âSteve? Iâm here,â you announce as you enter.
Steve doesnât come down right away and you breathe a sigh of relief. Youâve had a major crush on him since you started working for him, but youâre his kidâs nanny. You canât do anything with him anyway. Instead of facing your feelings, you push them down in hopes you can survive another day. It sucks because you love babysitting his son, Jasper. Heâs such a sweet boy and has grown into a very energetic kid. Youâve been with Steve and Jasper since Jasper was born after Steveâs wife left him.
âY/N!â Jasper squeals when he sees you.
Jasper runs over to you on little legs, and you scoop him up when he gets to you.
âHi, Jasper! Iâve missed you so much!â
âI miss you!â he grins and hugs you tightly.
Steve comes jogging down the stairs to the left of you and your mouth immediately goes dry at his outfit. He is on the New York Rangers NHL team so heâs dressed in skin-tight clothing that will go under his official uniform. However, the skin-tight spandex stretches over his chest so deliciously that itâs taking everything in you not to set Jasper down and feel his bulging muscles. He has a game he needs to get going to so he asked you to babysit last minute. His sister was going to take him but she backed out at the last second due to medical reasons.
âThank you for coming on such short notice,â he says.
You put Jasper down and he runs off presumably to get something for you.
âItâs no problem. I love being here.â
âWell, you know my schedule and everything about Jasper. I wonât have my phone on me so if you need anything, call Bucky. I asked him to be on call if anything happens.â
âSteve, donât worry about any of this. I got this.â
âYouâre the best.â He brings you in for a hug which causes you to stiffen up. His clothes donât do a good job of hiding how strong he is. He is built like a monster even though he is one of the sweetest men youâve ever known. âOh, Iâll be home late. The team will probably want to hang out afterward, win or lose.â
âYou guys are going to win,â you smile and pull away from him, âbut I donât mind staying a bit later. Be careful, itâs snowing a lot.â
âNice to know you worry about me,â he winks.
Just like that, heâs gone. You let out the breath youâve wanted to let out since seeing Steve in his uniform. Jasper comes back with a picture he was coloring shortly before you got here.
âAlright, Jas, what do you say? Want to surprise Daddy at work?â
âYeah!â he giggles.
âOkay, letâs get ready.â
You were planning on going to the game with tickets you bought yourself, but what better way for Jasper to show his support than to be there for one of his dadâs games? Steve knows you love going to his games so heâs reserved seats for you if you ever wanted to go. It doesnât matter if you go or not, those seats will always be available to you for every single game he plays.
You and Jasper get ready before getting into the car, and you make the careful yet short long ride to the stadium heâs playing in. The snow is coming down but not hard enough to keep people off the roads. Luckily, youâve lived in New York all your life so you can navigate a few icy roads.
When you pay for parking, you two head inside and find your seats quickly. They are some of the best seats in the house, right in front. There is a small ledge between the glass and the wall that someone can stand on if theyâre small enough. Jasper is only two, so his small feet fit perfectly on the ledge. You allow him to stand there while holding his legs so he doesnât fall over.
Steve and his team skate onto the ice, and Jasper gets so excited that he starts doing a little dance and clapping his hands. Damn, he looks so good in his hockey uniform. He doesnât have his helmet on yet since the game hasnât started.
âDaddy!â he grins and taps on the glass with his tiny hands.
Steve skates around to get used to the feel of the ice beneath him. He looks at the audience in curiosity when his eyes lock on yours from across the rink. A smile breaks out on his face but he keeps himself from skating over to you. He waves at Jasper who waves back and you almost melt at how cute their relationship is.
The game is about to start but he is going to do his best to make every shot knowing youâre out there watching him.
The game starts off without a hitch, and you sit on the edge of your seat hoping Steveâs team wins. Itâs neck and neck until the ref calls for a timeout to settle a disagreement on the points the Rangers just scored. Steve takes this moment to skate over to you and Jasper while taking his helmet off. He puckers his lips which means he wants a kiss from Jasper, and the small child kisses the glass since thatâs the best he can do. Steve kisses the glass right over his sonâs before winking at you.
Itâs the smile combined with the wink that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. Why did he wink at you? Was he hinting at something more? Was it just friendly? Heâs sending you mixed signals that are making you confused, but the last thing youâre going to do is ruin it and confront him about it.
The rest of the game went really well for the Rangers, and they won 38-30 just as the buzzer sounded off. Everyone who is in the stands are Rangers fans, so almost everyone cheers for that team. Steve and his team had to get off the ice fairly quickly and into the locker rooms so you didnât have time to catch him after the game. Plus, he did say that he and his team are going to hang out afterward, win or lose, so itâs time to pack up and get back home.
âAlright, did you like that game?â you ask Jasper when you walk into the house.
âYeah! Daddy was awesome!â
âYeah, he was,â you grin. âIâm glad you had a good time but itâs nearly bedtime. Iâll read you your favorite story.â
âOkay!â
âGo brush your teeth and Iâll be right there.â
He runs off to his room while you grab a boxed dinner from the freezer. It has to microwave for ten minutes so you pop that into the microwave and heat it before going to Jasperâs room. Heâs not a fan of brushing his teeth at night which is why it only took him thirty seconds to do it, but youâre working on getting him to do it longer.
Storytime only takes six minutes because Jasper is wiped out by todayâs events. He didnât do a lot of running around but he did do a lot of cheering and eating stadium foods. Bedtime has always been easy for Jasper, which you are grateful for.
By the time you got changed into comfier clothes, your dinner was done. For the next two hours, you eat dinner, drink some wine that Steve bought specially for you, and watch one of your favorite TV shows that youâve seen a million times.
You donât even realize you fell asleep until Steve got home two hours after that. He shakes off the snow from his jacket before hanging it up and finds you sleeping on the couch with the TV on low volume. Your half-eaten meal and empty wine glass sit on the coffee table, and he lets you sleep a little while longer as he cleans up your mess quietly.
âDoll, wake up,â he whispers and moves some hair away from your face.Â
You jerk awake but calm immediately when you see itâs Steve. You look at the time and almost curse because itâs so late. You werenât meant to fall asleep but you had an extra glass of wine that put you right out.
âIâm so sorry. I didnât mean to fall asleep.â
âI donât mind. I only woke you up because you can sleep on something much more comfortable than this couch.â
âNo, I should just go home. Itâs pretty late.â
You get up and stretch, and Steve canât help but look at the patch of skin that shows when your shirt rides up slightly.
âY/N, itâs snowing pretty bad out there. I had a hard time seeing the road while coming back. Just sleep in my guest room. Honestly, itâs not a problem.â
You should have said no. You should have insisted on going home, but you didn't. Instead, you nod in agreement and follow him to the guest room. You have kept some of your clothes in here from when you had to stay the night previously, so you use those for tonight. After brushing your teeth and doing half of your skin-care routine, you get into bed. Snow isnât as loud as rain when it hits the window, but you can see it through the shadows and patches of moonlight outside.
Itâs hard to fall asleep knowing Steve is only a few doors down from you. Suddenly, there is a knock on the door and you know Jasper didnât do that. You get out of bed and tread through the darkness to the door. Steve is standing outside fiddling with his hands. There is enough moonlight to light up his face so you donât bother putting the lights on.
âIs everything okay with Jasper?â
âYeah, heâs okay. Heâs sleeping. I just didnât thank you for bringing him to the game today.â
âI was already planning on going and figured what harm could it do to bring him along? He had a lot of fun, and he loved seeing you on the rink. You played really well.â
âYeah, I had someone I needed to impress out there.â
Your heart beats faster at his words but you try to keep the conversation neutral.
âWell, your son was very impressed by you.â
Steve raises his arms to lean them against the frame of the door and moves a bit closer to you. Even in the darkness, you can see how blue his eyes are.
âThatâs not who I was trying to impress.â You donât think you can say anything to him even if you want to. What would you even say? He leans in closer until there is only a few inches between you. âWere you impressed by me?â
âWhat are you doing?â you whisper.
âIf you tell me youâre impressed, Iâm about to kiss you. So, were you impressed?â
âMaybe a little,â you tease.
He leans in the rest of the way and kisses you, and just like that, everything between you two changes. He only kisses you that night but makes it a point to do so after every game he plays for the rest of the season. Even when the season is over and done with, he still kisses you as if youâre the only woman that matters to him⌠and you are.
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I'll Wait For Your Love
A StevexReaderxBucky Messy Triangle
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Everyone thank my husband because he fixed the wifi! This is only a bit of the final installation of 'My Little Decoy'. You can read the full version here. I didn't finish this as quickly as I wanted to, but it still got done a lot faster than I thought it would (yay anxiety!).
Thank you @fuckingbye for always putting up with my shit, and always making me amazing moodboards because I'm lame as shit. I love you and I can't wait to tackle you with a hug <3.
As always, please heed the warnings and I hope you enjoy it! Here we go!
Word Count: 35,290 (it's called growth)
Warnings: SMUT!! (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), Slight Infidelity, Arguments, Drinking, Smoking, Angst, Swearing, Self Loathing, Fluff, Heartbreak, Lying (by omission), Daddy Kink, Uhh...I think that's it?
Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter: You Cling To Your Papers and Pens, Wait Until You Like Me Again
Summary: When two major parts of your past come back and ask for another chance, do you stand your ground and stay with the life you've created for yourself, or do you decide to test the water after all this time and see if it's worth the leap of faith?
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Itâs weird. You had made peace with never seeing either man again, yet for the past hour, the three of you have been in your kitchen arguing. Bucky snaps at you, Steve defends you, you snap at Bucky, Steve gets you to calm down, Bucky snaps at him, and you threaten to kick him out. Honestly, for the most part, Steve is the mediator. Youâre assuming that they have some level of friendship again, or he just doesnât want to pile anymore guilt and pressure onto you.
It was clear to you that he hadnât expected Bucky to follow him and, if he hadnât been so focused on seeing you, he wouldâve noticed Buckyâs car. Apparently, with Maria being pregnant, Steve assumed that Bucky hadnât even noticed his erratic behavior.
He shouldâve been right.
âJames, I donât know what you want me to say,â you sigh for what feels like the millionth time as you stir the white sauce on the stove. âI can only apologize so many times, but itâs not like you were in the dark. You saw the connection between Steve and I, and you decided to pursue me anyway. I didnât start cheating until long after you had-â
âYou being in love with Steve was already cheating!â he shouts at you, and you pinch the bridge of your nose.
âAre you ever capable of holding yourself accountable? Or is it only when you know youâre in danger of losing me? You never apologized for cheating and you still wonât fess up to it, you never actually apologized for your behavior when we found out I couldnât get pregnant, and even now, youâre just throwing it in my face that I cheated on you after you cheated on me. Is that what you came all the way here for? To yell at me and make me feel small in my own home? Because, if it is, you can get the fuck out right now. I donât need this shit from you, James. I didnât need it then and I sure as shit donât need it now,â you say firmly as you finally turn to face him.
You donât miss the small smile that comes to Steveâs face, before he takes a sip from his beer bottle.Â
Bucky lets out a frustrated sigh before he ran a hand through his hair, âno, thatâs not why I came out here.â âThen what did you come here for?â
âI wanted to see you,â he confesses softly.
You turn and open the oven to check on the salmon, âsheâs pregnant, James. Thatâs what you wanted-â âI wanted it with you and you know that.â
âYou cheated with her, James. You cheated with her because you knew it would hurt me the most, you fucked her at work, in our house, and went out with her after work very publicly to make me look like a fool. Then, you denied the whole thing to try and make me feel crazy, like I couldnât see the lipstick stains on my pillow-â
âYou hurt me!â
âBecause I couldnât have a fucking kid? You think that was a fun thing for me to find out?!â
âIt wasnât just the baby! You never loved me in the way that you love Steve, and I tried and tried-â
âThen why not just let me go?!â
âCause I loved you. I love you.â
âWell, you got married to her a year after I left, and now sheâs gonna have your child. Looks like youâre doing just fine.â âDonât be fucking callous,â he scoffs.
âJames, you followed Steve to my home to berate me, and youâre gonna sit there and tell me not to be callous? You went out of your way to have this argument, and for what? Because you couldnât trap me into being in love with you? Go fuck yourself and die on that fucking cross youâre so desperate to hang yourself from!â
âDarlinâ,â Steve snaps and Bucky rolls his eyes.
âIâm sorry, but fuck that. You want me to feel so bad for something I tried to ignore, and thatâs not fair! What I did was wrong, but I tried. I defended you, I looked the other way, and never held anything over your head. You constantly went out of your way to hurt me, and Iâm supposed to feel bad for finally following my heart? Iâm supposed to feel bad because I wouldnât let you trap me and make me hate myself anymore? Fuck that. I never played you for a fool, you did that shit to yourself, and I refuse to pay penance for it anymore,â you snap as you pour the bow ties into the boiling water. âGod, where does your pregnant wife even think you are?â
âI just told her I needed to get out for a while.â âYouâre such an asshole. I donât even like the bitch and I think itâs a low blow. You leave your pregnant wife to tell your ex-wife that you still love her? What the fuck did you think was going to happen? What did you think I was gonna say? You thought Iâd see the light and wanna take you back? You married her out of spite, James.â
âI do love her-â
âWell, clearly not enough,â you scoff, âthis feels a lot like the pot calling the kettle black, because you love her, but youâre still pining over me? Thatâs fucking rich, I gotta say. Youâre a real piece of work,â you chuckle dryly as you pour yourself another glass.Â
âI wanted to see you...make sure youâre okay. Nat and Meg wonât tell anyone anything, Meg wonât even talk to me-â
âWell, what the hell did you think was going to happen, James? Iâve been her best friend since we were six. Yeah, sheâs not too fucking fond of you after everything thatâs happened.â
âSo what? You just hate me now?â
âI donât hate you, you self centered asshole! I should, I have every fucking right to after the last year we spent together, and I wish I did, but I donât! Youâve been attacking me! Iâm sorry that you decided to pursue the one person your best friend was in love with, and Iâm sorry that no matter how hard I tried, I couldnât love you the way Iâve always loved Steve. Iâm sorry that I cheated on you with Steve and it broke your heart even more. However, a lot of this shit couldâve been avoided if you wouldâve just stayed away! Iâm not your fucking scapegoat anymore, James. Youâre finally getting what you want, and youâre still not happy-â âI donât have you! I donât have what I want-â
âYou had me and then decided to treat me like an object! I canât do anything about the fact that you treated me like total fucking trash, James! Thatâs on you, not me,â you state as the timer goes off.
As you turn off the stove top, Charlotte makes her way into the kitchen and sits patiently.
âYou know better little miss,â you laugh softly, âgo lay down.â
She huffs, but gets up and walks back to her bed nonetheless, and your heart flutters at Steveâs soft chuckle.Â
âSo, thatâs it?â Bucky huffs.
âI honestly donât know what else you expect. I donât know what more you want to know. Everything youâve asked, Iâve been honest about, everything you deserve an apology for, Iâve apologized for...what else is there to say? What else is there to do?â you ask as his phone goes off.
Pulling it out (rather aggressively), he mutters, âwhat the fuck now?â before getting up and storming out, slamming the door shut behind him.
âIf he breaks my house, Iâll break his neck,â you mutter, checking on the broccoli, before taking another sip from your glass.
âItâs Maria. Sheâs been on edge lately. Sheâs due in two months and she feels like Buckyâs attention is elsewhere.â
âI wonder why,â you scoff. âWhat about you? Are you gonna rake me over the coals too?â
âYou know better than that, honey,â he sighs heavily. âWe donât have to-â
âYou might as well, Steve. Itâs why youâre here-â
âIâm here because Iâve missed you like crazy, and I wanted to see you. Weâve already gotten farther than I expected us too.â
âWhy?â
âI wasnât sure if youâd wanna see me or not.â
âI was never angry with you, Steve. Leaving you was the hardest thing Iâve ever done. I still cry over it,â you scoff, rubbing your forehead.Â
âThen why-â
âI couldnât do that to you, Steve. I loved you. I love you. Breaking up your friendship with Bucky? Stealing you from the Avengers-â
âI told you Iâd go with you-â
âBut you wouldâve felt guilty. Yeah, youâd still love me, and youâd be happy to make a life with me anywhere, but youâd feel guilty. You and Bucky? I knew it could get resolved once I was out of the picture, and for the most part, I was right.â
âYou didnât give me a chance-â
âBecause you wouldnât have been logical about it, babe. Neither of us are ever exactly smart when it comes to each other,â you smile softly and he chuckles with a slight nod. âPlease understand that it wasnât something I did lightly, or that I didnât think about how much it would hurt you. It seems like Iâm always hurting you one way or another, and Iâve never wanted that.â
âWe always find ways to hurt each other, darlinâ. We canât seem to get this dance right,â he sighs.
âNo, we canât.â
âWhatever youâre making smells amazing,â he smiles weakly.
âOne of the many perks of no longer being an Avenger, I get to work on my cooking skills.â
âYouâve always been the best cook, babe,â he compliments as he gets up and makes his way over to you.
Having him so close to you still makes your brain so foggy, even after all this time.
âIâll leave after dinner-â
âYou donât have to,â you quickly interrupt. âNeither one of you do. I have spare bedrooms...â âYouâre comfortable with us staying here?â
âI mean, Iâm already feeding the both of you and I donât want you to spend the money, when thereâs no need.â
âStill the most thoughtful person I know,â he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, and you lean into his touch. âThere is something I have to tell you though.â
âOh God.â
âThey know.â
âThey who?â âEveryone. I told Tony Iâd be gone for a few days, because no matter what happened today, I knew I was gonna need time to recover, and he kept saying that he needs me to train the new recruits. So, I just folded and told him where I was going.â
âShit.â
âIâm sorry, I really am, but I needed to see you, darlinâ. I had no right and itâs your privacy, but I knew he wouldnât let me go if I didnât tell him.â
âNo, itâs alright. Iâm the one that left the way that I did...â
âHe wants to see you, they all do.â
âSteve-â
âI didnât promise them anything, I just told them Iâd let you know.â
âI guess I owe it to everyone, donât I?â
âThatâs for you to decide,â he smirks as his eyes study your face. âYou smell like vanilla and strawberries.â
âItâs my soap,â you giggle.
âI feel like I should be angry with you. You looked me in the eyes and lied to me.â
âTo be fair, you did the same thing, Rogers. For years.â
âThatâs true,â he sighs, backing up and leaning against the kitchen island.
Your confusion is short lived when you hear Bucky come storming back in.
âAre you staying over or not?â you ask as the second timer goes off.Â
He glares looking from you to Steve, âdo you even want me here?â
âWhether I do or donât isnât the point. Iâve already made dinner, itâs getting late, and thereâs no reason for you to spend money if you donât have to. If you donât have to go back tonight, I prefer you to stay where I know youâre safe. The last thing I need is for you to get into an accident on an almost five hour ride home, because you were sulking and not paying attention,â you mutter, dumping the bow ties into a strainer before transfer them to a bowl.
He looks taken aback (in a good way) , before responding with, âthank you,â and grabbing another beer.
âYa know, I know you two canât get drunk off of anything I have, but I do have stronger drinks.â
âThis is fine, doll. Thank you.â
Well, at least heâs being nicer.
Soon enough, youâre taking the salmon out of the oven and breaking it up, before cutting up the broccoli and adding both to the bow ties. After adding in your homemade white sauce, you add just a bit of lemon juice and mixing it all in together. You canât lie, itâs nice to cook for someone besides yourself for a change, even if the situation is extremely awkward.
âUh, darlinâ?â Steve asks softly as you take three plates out of your upper cabinet.
âHmm?â
âNot to be creepy or nosey, but your phone keeps vibrating,â he laughs.
âAh shit!â
You completely forget to answer the chat between you, Meg, Nat.
âTake as much as you want,â you tell them before sprinting up the steps.
Grabbing it off of the nightstand, you let out a small groan as you see the string of missed texts in the âThree Craziesâ chat.
Ms. Widow: Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry.
Rock nâ Roll Queen: What happened???
Ms. Widow: Steve heard me on the phone with Y/N, and hes taking a few days off go and see her.
Rock nâ Roll Queen: Oh shit! Oh SHIT!
Ms. Window: I think Buck is going too, or something, cause he took a few days off too. Maria found out and sheâs freaking the fuck out.Â
Rock nâ Roll Queen: Fuck.
Ms. Widow: The whole fucking compound is buzzing, and Bruce is more than upset with me. Y/N, Iâm really so sorry.
Rock nâ Roll Queen: Has anyone said anything to you?
Ms. Widow: No, Tonyâs been pacing all day and the team is kind of dumbfounded. No one knew where she was, now, both Steve and Bucky are off to see her. No one knows why the divorce happened...no one knows anything.
Rock nâ Roll Queen: Babe, has anyone said anything? Has anyone showed up?
Ms. Widow: Oh God, please answer.
Rock nâ Roll Queen: Starting to get worried here, babe.
Ms. Widow: Please donât hate me. Iâm so damn sorry. I didnât know Steve was even around.
Y/N: Theyâre here now, both of them are downstairs eating dinner, and theyâre staying over tonight. Iâll talk more after dinner when Iâm getting ready for bed. I could never hate you, Nat. You should know that by now.
You place your phone in your back back pocket and run a stressed hand through your hair, pacing before you remember they can both hear you and just stand in the middle of your bedroom. How was everything spiraling so fast? How the fuck were you supposed to explain things without saying too much? Oh God, how the fuck were you gonna deal with Maria?
All of these thoughts were giving you a headache, and youâre growing hungrier by the second. Racing back downstairs, you walk right by the two sets of inquisitive eyes, and make yourself a large helping of the pasta dish into a bowl before showering it with a generous helping of Parmesan cheese.
âWhatâs wrong, darlinâ?â Steve is first to ask, but the look on Buckyâs face lets you know heâs just as worried.Â
âEverything is fine, just having a day,â you mutter, grabbing a fork and your drink before making your into your living room, and curling up on the couch.
You honestly arenât even mad at them, but youâre now trying to navigate how all of this is going to work. Youâd closed that chapter of your life, and had dealt with things in your own way, but now? Now, everyone knows and for as much as you hate to admit it, they deserve an explanation. It doesnât matter that you technically did everything by the book (turning in all your weapons and any sensitive and classified details you had), you still abandoned your friends. The family you got to create. All they want is to see you and know that youâre okay, and who are you to say no? None of them did anything to deserve that.
God, you hope they donât think youâll stay. You have no desire for that life anymore, nor do you feel like seeing Mariaâs smug fucking face anymore. No, youâre life isnât exactly quiet now, but itâs a lot more calm and a lot more stable. You have your job, your fur baby, your home-
âDarlinâ,â Steve sighs as he sits at the other end of the sofa.
You hadnât even noticed that Charlotte had sensed your anxiety and stress, and curled up by your toes.Â
âIâm sorry, this is my fault-â
âIâm the one who walked away like I did, Steve.â
âBe that as it may, I-we disrupted your privacy. No, I didnât expect Bucky to follow me, but I...I just needed to see you and didnât think about anything else. I havenât seen much of your life out here, but I can tell itâs quiet, youâre happy, and youâre finally at peace. Now, you have a million questions to answer and people to answer to. Iâm really sorry, honey.â
âItâs...itâs fine,â you sob, not even understanding why youâre crying.
All at once, all of these emotions just overwhelm you, and you feel as if youâre drowning.
âDarlinâ?!â
âWhat the hell did you do to her?!â you hear Bucky faintly yell.
Everything seems to fade around you and all sound is lost. Your family, friends, past...you have to face them all. Everything youâve tricked yourself into thinking youâve healed from is all of a sudden back in your life at once; the scabs all feel torn off and bleed again. Without warning, no easing back into it, and you have no idea what to expect. What if everyone hates you? What if no one even wants to see you? Is Maria the favorite now? Is she in your old office? You faintly feel someone wrap their arms around you, and you honestly donât care which one of them it is, you just cling to them in a weak attempt to bring yourself back down.
âDarlinâ, youâre okay, itâs all okay. Buck and I are right here,â Steve promises with worry laced in every word as he softly rubs your back.
He pulls you close and you can tell heâs trying to regulate your breathing with his own.
âI need you to breathe for me, pretty girl. Deep breaths,â he coos softly.
âM...Meg! Please call Meg,â you sob.
âCall Meg!â he repeats harshly towards Bucky, and you hate yourself for how worried they both are.
You pray that they donât start arguing, because you donât know what the hell youâll do, and you can faintly hear Charlotte whining and feel her little paws on your lap. You havenât had a panic attack since your second night there, and sheâs never seen you have one.
~~
This is only a bit of the final installation of 'My Little Decoy'. You can read the full version here.
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18 + That is your warning so stop reading. Imagine being an absolute slut for your bodyguard Bucky even though your very much so dating Steve.
"You're thinking about him, aren't you" Steve snarled, picking up his pace while you hiccupped, "You filthy fuckin' slut, you worked up and down on his cock didn't you, I'm the only one who gets to fuck you like this"
âBut I love riding his dick daddyâ You wailed while bouncing on Steve's cock, biting you lip, your eyes rolling back thinking about how Bucky stretched you open like a whore, splitting you in half. "I wan Bucky's cock" You sobbed, sounding needier than ever and it made Steve leak.
"Fuck sugar, that right? You're that much of a desperate slut, you want my best friends cock?"
"Uh-huh" you nodded, nearly going cross eyed, making an utter mess all over the dark blond curls at the base of Steve's cock. He didn't stop his harsh thrusts as the door clicked open, your body guard striding into the office, his cock already rock hard.
"Hey pretty girl" Bucky cooed, smirking at how cockdrunk you were while he rounded he corner of the desk to where you were splayed across Steve's lap where he sat in his office chair. He traced your pouty bottom lip before slipping his thumb into your mouth, humming in satisfaction at the way you sucked it, moaning around the metal digit.
"Go on, finish what I started" Steve nodded while you squeaked as Bucky picked up you up effortlessly off of Steve's cock, and tossing you over his shoulder.
"Need my cock, huh Bambi, that all?" Bucky's wide palm rubbed your sore ass where Steve had spanked you, turning over to place a quick kiss onto the hot skin before laying you down on the table. You let out a needy moan at the sound of his belt hitting the floor, so deep in subby space, spreading your legs extra wide as he pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock.
"Look at that, such a good girl, spreading her legs for me" Bucky leaned over to take a good look at you, your dazed expression and wiggling hips making his balls impossibly heavy. "Wanna show Steve how well you take my cock baby? Show him how I make you moan and cum, n'how I play with that cute little button between your legs?"
"Mph, Bucky please" You whined, pouting at the disappointed tsk Bucky made.
"That's not what you call me Bambi, c'mon, whose cock do you want, say it"
"Fuck me, Sergeant-OH-MY-GODD" You cried out as Bucky slammed into you, setting in a brutal pace without waring, your body bouncing against the desk as he gripped onto your hips.
"That's-it-good girl-good. fucking. girl" Bucky snarled through gritted teeth, slamming your body down onto his cock, his head thrown back, moving one hand to wrap around your neck. He was too enamored with you to notice the way Steve's hand was wrapped around his cock, working his swollen, silky tip, watching his pretty princess take his best friend like her life depended on it.
Bucky spat right onto your clit, rubbing tight circles around you with a feral look on his face feeling you squeeze around him, bending your thighs up till they hit your chest, hitting a deeper angle.
"Feel that? M'so deep in your pussy baby, s'fuckin' deep, can feel your little clit throbbing, it's all swollen huh Bambi, you're soaking my cock, make a mess all over it princess, it's all yours"
"Sergeant-gonna-I-" You couldn't forumalte words, tears streaming down your face and falling onto the desk under you, the band in your belly ready to snap-
"You gonna cum for my best friend babygirl?" Steve's focus was locked in at where Bucky was connected to you, watching his cock slam in and out of your tight cunt, stretching you wide open, his own cock growing impossibly harder, "Fuck, you're a dirty slut, I'm gonna-fuck m'cumming" Steve's voice was breathless, his chest heaving as he worked his cock faster, eyes rolling back as white streams of cream decorated his black shirt, nearly shooting to his beard. "Holy shit"
"BUCKY M'CU-UMINGG" You wailed, your back arching off the table, screaming with every muscle in your body pulled taught. You couldn't tell where your orgasm began or where it ended, unending waves of pleasure drowning you while Bucky began to chase his own.
"Cum for your Sergeant baby, that's it, such a good girl, you make my cock so hard Bambi, y'feel so good, not gonna last, shittt-HNG" Bucky let out a guttural moan, not giving a fuck that Steve was right there, pumping you full of his cum until his balls were empty and his cock was soft. He tucked himself back in his pants before removing his shirt to wipe you down and picking you up, letting you wrap yourself around him like a koala. Your boyfriend followed closely behind, smirking at the needy noise you made, checking to see that Steve was also coming for some post sex naps, sighing contently when you saw him following near by.
"Off to bed, Bambi"
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Almost Pt. 6
Bucky Barnes x Femreader!
Bucky POV
Angst, heartbreak, love triangle
Warning: none?
AN: We had state testing this week. My brain is fried. Sorry if this is trash but itâs my trash.
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It seemed that yet again I was standing there, watching you walk away from me after I had undoubtedly broken your heart. Again.
I tried to rationalize with myself that it wasnât my fault. That the last thing I expected to happen that night was to run into you. Of course, I had dreamed of it. Concocted ways in my head of how I could accidentally run into you, just to see you. Maybe even talk to you. The ache in my heart from missing you had become a constant hurt. I had missed you while you were away, but after seeing you kiss Steve in the kitchenâŚafter seeing you so happyâŚ
I knew I had to step away.
I had been doing so well. Only seeing you when only absolutely necessary. Filling more and more of my time with missions and other distractions like Nadia, who seemed content enough to spend her time with me. I knew I was using her, and I hated myself for it, but I didnât know how to handle the alternative.There was a certain torment in knowing you were back. In knowing that you were under the same roof as me, having a life that was becoming more and more distant from mine.
After tonight, I would be surprised if you ever talked to me again. I realized instantly that there was no excuse for what I said to you. I had been taken off guard seeing you pinning Nadia to the wall. I wanted to laugh at the scene before me. The shocked look on Nadiaâs face, the stern, determined look in your eyes that was immediately overshadowed by the look of pure shock as you locked eyes with me.
There were a million things I wanted to say to you at that moment. A million feelings that came to the surface, and yet like an idiot, the only emotion I could convey, the only emotion I seemed to ever convey, was anger. The moment I began opening my mouth, the moment I saw the light in your eyes die outâŚ
I went back inside of my apartment and grabbed my jacket before stepping out again. I knew there was no chance of me sleeping tonight, not after that. So I might as well torture my body in the training room as some sort of recompence for what I did.
The training room was empty, luckily. I started with the punching bag, made extra durable by Tony, and put the rest of my stupid emotions into that bag. Punch after punch I laid all my frustrations into my fists. The rhythmic thuds were comforting as I felt my chest heave after each breath. Sweat dripped down my forehead.
The slamming of the door took me out of my zone and I jerked in the direction of the entrance to see Steve standing there in the doorway. His body seemed eerily calm, with his hands in his sweat pockets, but he had a furrowed brow as he looked at the floor. I wasn't surprised to see him. I had insulted you, in possibly the worst way I could have. If you had run to tell anyone, it would have been your⌠I think the ache I felt now was over the fact that it wasnât me.
âUp late?â I asked, grabbing a towel off of the rack and wiping my face. I didnât look at him. I couldnât.
âYeah, couldnât sleep,â Steve said in a flat tone, âThen of course I heard yelling down the hallway.â
I winced. Honestly I had been surprised that no one else had come out during the altercation. The amount of people in that tower that had super hearing⌠I turned towards Steve, trying to fix my face into some sort of nonchalant pose. I knew he would see right through it. Part of me wanted him to see right through it.
I wish he would just come out and yell. Let his anger come out so that I could match that energy. But Steve was never the guy to throw his anger out without cause. He was patient. He was understanding. He was a good man. Everything I wasnât. So, rather than punching me in the face, he was just standing there, waiting for me to talk.
âSorry for waking you, it's been a weird night.â
Steve kept his eyes steady on me. I clenched my jaw.
âLook, I donât know what she told youââ I began
âShe hasnât told me anything,â Steve said calmly, âIn fact, I canât seem to get her to leave her room to talk to me. She wonât even pick up her damn phone.â
I couldnât hide my shock. I thought surely after the altercation you would run to the man that has been providing comfort to you for the past few months. If you hadnât then maybe what the two of you had wasnât as deep as I first thoughtâŚ
âI heard what you said to her, Buck,â Steve said in a cold tone.
My stomach dropped at his words.
âI didnât mean it,â I said weakly, âI know I shouldnât have said it, but IâŚâ
My words seemed to fail me as I sat down on a bench. A couple of moments passed, but eventually, Steve sat down beside me and sighed.
âBucky, you need to be completely honest with me. Do you love her?â
There it was. The question I couldnât face. The answer came so easily in my head. Of course I did. What was there not to love? How was I to admit that I was lost without you? That turning you away was the worst mistake I ever made. I couldnât look at Steve. I couldnât talk.
Steve sighed again. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that he was rubbing his face. He was tired and exhausted. I was hurting everyone around me.
âStop that,â Steve said softly.
âWhat?â I blurted out.
âStop feeling sorry for yourself. You donât do yourself any favors by pushing everyone away.â
When I didnât respond, he continued.
âI know how hard you are on yourself, especially when Nat left. I know you thought you found your person in her, and after everything you have been through you deserve to find someone who not only makes you happy, but fills your heart with so much light that it overshadows the darkness. When you were in that pit of despair, I had no idea how to get you out of it, and I felt like a failure as your best friend. But then, she showed up. She came into both of our lives like a wildfire. She brought back the light in your eyes, and reawakened your soul.â
I felt hot tears down my face, but Steve continued on.
âI wonât deny that Iâve grown feelings for her. I think seeing her love you and care for you as much as I do, makes me see her in the greatest of lights. She is worthy of so much love. I thought maybe you⌠I thought that maybe you would love her⌠I thought that was where your story was heading Buck, but you chose differently. I saw her leave my birthday party. I saw how distraught she was. I could only assume that you didnât have feelings for her as she had for you. Thatâs why I⌠that the only way I could live with myself for⌠feeling these things.
âBut clearly, there is something there. You avoid her now like she is the plague. You hardly talk to me anymore and we are brothers, you and I. So, Bucky, you donât have to say it, but I know you love her. In some capacity, I know you do. You can deny it all you want, but I know you.â
Steve sighed again. âI know you think you donât deserve to be loved. I know itâs hard for you to see the goodness in yourself, but you deserve love. You deserve to be happy. If she is what makes you happy, you need to let her know. She deserves that, doesnât she?â
Yes, you deserve everything.
âWhat about you?â I asked, my voice was shaky as I spoke. I finally looked up at him and saw his expectant blue eyes waiting for me. I was surprised to see that he wasnât angry.
Steve gave a small chuckle.
âI have never been one to deny you your happiness Bucky,â his voice turned a bit solemn, âI care about her⌠a lot. She is one of my best friends, and the time we have spent together has been⌠great. But we have been honest with each other. We both have unresolved heartaches from the past that prevent us from becoming more. She doesnât hold it against me for still loving Peggie, and I donât hold it against her from loving you. Maybe in time, we could become something more, but for now our hearts do not beat for each other as they should.â
âSo you donât⌠love her?â I asked carefully. I didnât like that I was beginning to sound hopeful. I wanted you to be loved. I wanted you to be cared for. I thought Steve would be perfect for you⌠I thought there wasnât a chance in hell that I would be able toâŚ
âI love her, but not in the way that she clearly loves you,â Steve gave me a smirk.
âI donât know if she does anymore. Iâve been a complete ass to her,â I mumbled, putting my head in my hands.
âOh I know,â Steve laughed a bit but then looked at me seriously, âSo what are you going to do about it?â
I raised my head out of my hands. What was I going to do about it?
âDo you really think she could love me, after everything? After tonight?â I asked pathetically.
âI think,â Steve said carefully, âThat you will have to earn her trust back. Itâs not about making her love you again, she loves you, has loved you through everything. You messed up, and you realize that, so you need to change. Change for her, change because of her. You already have and you havenât realized it. Now show her. Give her back the love she gave you, and more.â
Images of you flashed through my head. Memories of you laughing with me, holding me when I was a complete mess. Memories of you consoling me, telling me that I was worthy, that I was more than I thought of myself. These memories warmed my soul, as they always did. I realized that I wanted more memories with you. I wanted to be consumed by them. Enveloped in them. I need you now more than ever. I would always need you. Always want you. Always desire you. And I needed to show you how much you meant to me.
I let out a small chuckle.
âFor an old man,â I said playfully, âYou are really good at giving advice.â
Steve laughed and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
âRemind me to charge you for my services later,â he teased.
I clasped my hand on his shoulder. âThank you Steve.â
He just gave me a hopeful look and slapped my back.
âGo get her, buddy.â
I was up and out the door before he finished the word. I didnât know what I was doing, I didnât know what I was going to say to you. Apologize. That's what I needed to do first. Grovel at your feet. Beg for any forgiveness you would be willing to give me. I was at your door, knocking in quick succession before I could fully think about what I wanted to say.
My chest was heaving and my palms were sweaty waiting for you. I knocked on the door again. Impatient, I put my ear against the door to listen for any sign of you. I heard the soft sound of your radio playing your favorite channel from your room, but nothing else. The sun was rising, and beams of sunlight were breaking through the windows of the tower.
It wasnât unusual for you to be up and about early in the morning, but after the night we had, I know you didnât get much sleep. But you wouldnât be asleep with the radio on. You hated any sort of noise when you slept. I knocked again.
âPlease open the door,â I begged.
Nothing.
A sick feeling spread through my stomach like ice. I shoved down the door in one hit. Your living room was empty, no sign of a break in or struggle, but you were nowhere in sight. I called out for you. Nothing. I scanned your apartment, looking for any sign of where you were. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except on your nightside table there was an envelope. I approached it slowly, my hand shivering as I saw the name on the outside of the card.
Steve
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Hello,Can you write Steve Rogers smut with the age gap? Please
hi baby, I thought Iâd do something a bit different and instead of an older steve⌠weâre gonna have younger steve with older reader𫣠this was only supposed to be short⌠donât know what happened.
summary - steve knew he shouldnât be feeling this way towards his neighbour, especially since youâre married.
warning - smut, cheating, age gap, swearing, slut is used, creampie.
18+ only please, the gif I use isnât mine, divider by @newlips.
Steve knew this was wrong, he shouldnât be feeling this type of way towards you. Especially with you being married, you and your husband lived right next door to him. It was wrong of him to lust after you, but he couldnât help himself. Not when youâd smile so prettily at him when youâd leave your house or accidentally leaving some skin exposed when you wore that silk robe of yours.
Steve couldnât count on one hand the amount of times heâd tug on his throbbing cock to you. The way your plump breasts would jiggle with each movement or how your arse would bounce and your hips would sway were stuck in his mind, causing him to constantly be hard.
He wiped the back of his hand across his forehead, wiping the sweat away as he stopped for a split second. Stretching his back slightly as the lawnmower rumbles in front of him.
âHiya Stevie!â Steveâs head whips around so fast at the sound of your voice, almost stumbling on his feet. You chuckle, waving and he gulps, taking in the tight but flowing sundress that youâre wearing, Steveâs mind imagines how youâd feel against him while wearing it, bending you over the railing and lifting your dress so he can watch himself slide deep inside of you.
Steve clears his throat, lifting his hand in a wave. âHello, Mrs. Drysdale.â He nods before beginning to move, mowing the lawn.
âYou look like you need a drink. Why donât you come on up? I just made some lemonade. Wouldnât want you to overheat yourself.â Steve stops again, looking over as you talk. His eyes drift down as you tilt your head and lean against the railing, your breasts pushing up causing his cock to twitch.
âIâI wouldnât want to be a bother, maâam and I donât think your husband would appreciate that.â He practically snarls as he mentions your husband. The man was the biggest arse he had ever encountered and didnât seem to treat you like the goddess you were. It made him wonder why you even married a man like that.
You wave your hand, dismissing his words. âDonât worry bout him, Sugar. Heâs left me all alone for the week.â Steveâs dick swells as you pout, big, wide eyes staring down at him. âIâll be inside if ya wanna take up my offer.â He watches you spin and disappear into the house.
âFuck, fuck, fuck!â He fights with himself, âDo not go in there.â He mutters, continuing with the mowing before he suddenly slams his hand down and turns the machine off. âFuck it. Itâs just for a drink. Nothing else, Steve. Donât think so much into it.â He growls to himself as he stalks across his lawn and up your stairs, awkwardly opening the front door and walking in. âMrs. Drysdale?â He calls out.
âIn here, Sugar!â The moment Steve rounds the corner, he chokes, hands immediately shooting to the front of his jeans. You are bent over, checking something in the oven, your fat arse sticking up, the dress hugging against it making Steve swear he can see the outline of everything underneath. You stand and Steve quickly moves to stand behind the counter, hiding the giant boner thatâs straining against the zipper, begging to be let out.
âSorry, was just checking on the pie. You like apple?â Did he die and go to heaven? Fuck, you were a dream come true. You tilt your head, leaning against the counter, Steveâs eyes immediately fall to your exposed cleavage and you smirk softly. âYou all there, Sweetness? The heat didnât get to ya already, did it?â
Steve shakes his head, clearing his throat and looking back up. âIâm alright, maâam. Iâm not intruding am I?â
The laugh you let out echoes throughout his ears, causing his heart to swell. âDonât be silly, I invited you in.â You grab the lemonade and two glasses, filling them. âCome sit.â You slide the drink over to him before walking over to the couch, your hips swaying with each step and Steve gulps, wondering how the hell heâs supposed to get over there without you noticing his problem.
You turn, taking a sip of your drink before patting the spot beside you. He turns and grabs his drink, closing his eyes for a few seconds as he wills his cock to soften. Steve walks over and takes the seat next to you, eyes immediately stopping on your legs before slowly drifting up your body. You give him a sweet smile when your eyes lock, his cheeks turning a slight pink at being caught.
âItâs okay to look, Steve. Nothing wrong with looking.â Steveâs gaze falls to your mouth as your teeth sink into your bottom lip and your eyes move down his body. âDo you ever think of doing more than looking, Steve?â
His eyes snap up, widening at your question and he quickly shakes his head. âNâno, maâam. Wâwouldnât dream of it.â
You hum, leaning forward to place your drink down onto the coffee table before resting your hand on his thigh. âAre you sure? Lying isnât an attractive quality to have, Sugar.â
Steve squirms under your touch, gulping as you lean closer to his, giving him a perfect view down your dress. âMâmaâamâŚâ
âCall me Y/N, Steve.â You tilt your head and smile, batting your lashes. âUnless you have some other name you wanna call me.â
âY/nâŚâ He tests your name on his tongue, his cock twitching with how perfectly it rolls off. Your thighs squeeze together, your tongue flicks out, wetting your lips. âThis isnât right, what about Mr. Drysdale?â
Steveâs gaze darts between your eyes, lips and plump breasts that threaten to spill from your dress. He whimpers when you cup his chin, directing his gaze back up.
âMy husband doesnât have to know.â You move closer, practically climbing into his lap. âPlus, I donât think heâll notice, heâs too busy with his own plaything nowadays to remember he has a wife at home.â Steveâs gaze falls to your lips, hardening even more as they form a pout.
His brows furrow, hands moving to grip your hips, pulling you fully onto his lap. âHis own plaything? Heâs cheating on you?â
You hum, a whimper getting caught in your throat as your cunt brushes against his bulge. âUh huh, Ransom was never the most loyal.â You lick your lips, batting your lashes as your eyes connect with Steveâs. You cup his cheek, stroking it with your thumb as your gaze moves to his pretty pink lips. âI always wondered what it would be like to fuck a younger man. Younger seems to be the thing when it comes to affairs, donât cha think?â
His hold on you tightens, digging his fingertips harder into your hips. âHeâs stupid to cheat on a woman like you.â His tongue darts out, eyes moving to stare at your lips. âAnd it would be stupid of me to decline a ladies wish.â
Your hips move gently, rubbing against the hardened bulge in his pants. You hover over his lips, soft whimpers slipping from your lips. âFuck me please, Steve.â Your hand slides down, resting against his neck. âIâve seen how you look at me, notice how hard you get when I wear certain things. Been wanting you for so long, yet youâve never taken the hint.â
Steve groans, grabbing the back of your head and pulling you towards him, devouring your lips into a rough, heat filled kiss. His other hand tightens, helping you move against him, feeling you soak his jeans as you hump him like a desperate slut.
âFâfuck, okay! UhâŚâ Steve tries to think for a minute but it becomes harder the more you move against him, your lips now attached to his neck, making his brain go all fuzzy. âWâwhat about the pie?!â He suddenly remembers the food in the oven, only because he thought back to when he walked in and found you bent over. âDâdonât want to have to stop cause the house is burning down.â
You kiss up, moving to his ear and nibbling on the lobe. âDonât worry bout it, last I checked it had thirty more minutes to go. Can you make me cum in that time, Sugar?â
He groans, flipping the two of you over, grabbing your hands as you go to lift the dress from your body. âNo, keep it on.â You swear you became wetter just from his words. âWanted to fuck you in it, in all your little dresses.â He presses against you, rubbing his jean clad bulge against your soaked core. âSuch a fuckinâ tease, always prancing around either half naked or dressed like a slut in these.â
The moan you let out is almost pornographic, not even your husband could bring that sound out of you. Steveâs hands move up, pulling the front of your dress down and groaning as your plump breasts bounce free. âFuck, so fucking perfect.â Your hands fly to his hair as he leans forward, peppering kisses along your skin before he pays attention to your nipples, licking and sucking, even going as far as nibbling gently on each one.
âSâSteve! Please.â Your hips lift as you rub against him, needing something, anything to relieve you of the tingles between your legs.
He groans against your flesh, rutting against you before he pulls back. âGod, youâre so fucking needy. So needy for a younger man, arenât you?â You nod, hands reaching out to try and grab onto him, any part of him. âTell me what you want, I need you to say it.â He moves closer to you, letting your hands wander his bare chest.
âFuck me.â
He unzips his pants, taking his throbbing dick out and he begins to stroke it, half-hooded eyes connecting to your teary ones. Steve grunts, tearing your knickers from your body before lining his mushroom tip against your weeping entrance. âAre you sure you want this, maâam? Because thereâs no going back.â
You nod rapidly, âGod, yes. Please Steve.â Your eyes roll back and mouth drops open as he pushes in, stretching you onto his large cock. Your hand rests against his chest while the other flies back and grips the couch beneath you. âOh god, youâre so big! Fuck.â Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as Steve continues to thrust all the way inside you.
âShit, so good, Mrs. Drysdale.â Steve groans, feeling your walls tighten around him. He leans down and tucks his face into your neck, kissing it as he begins to fuck into you hard. Your hand moves to the back of his neck, gripping it. Steve grabs your thighs, lifting them on either side of him and then grabs a pillow, stuffing it underneath you causing your eyes to cross at the new angle. âFeel better? Thatâs all you needed isnât it? A good fucking.â
Your back arches, nails digging harder into his neck and couch. âOâoh!â Your toes curl and you tighten around him. You never thought fucking someone younger would feel so good.
âGonna cum for me, Sweetheart? Gonna let me cum so deep into you that itâll still be leaking out of your pretty little pussy when your husband gets back?â Your scream fills the house as you cum, walls spasming around his thick length, your juices coating him and the couch. You whine, gripping him tight as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. âSo good for me, gonna let me do this again, Mrs. Drysdale?â
âFâfuck yes, please cum in me, Steve!â
Steve shrugs with a smirk, âas you wish.â He pounds into you a few more times before burying deep inside of you, throwing his head back as his balls tighten and thick ropes of cum spurt out of him, coating your walls white. He pulls out, putting you down gently before getting up and heading into the kitchen. You lie there completely fucked out, feeling so good and tingly all over.
Steve comes back, sadly his cock is tucked back in. He gently cleans you with the damp tea towel before fixing your dress. âHow do you feel?â You hum, nodding.
âSo good but why did you put yourself away?â Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you look up at him and he groans.
Steve shakes his head. âYour husband is an arse for neglecting such a pretty thing for so long.â
The whole week before your husband got back, you got fucked so many times in so many different positions. Even when he was home, you would occasionally sneak around with Steve.
Steve couldnât keep the smile off of his face.
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The One Where Peter Parker Has a Baby Chapter 2
Heâs four. His name is Ben. Heâs with Happy. They wonât let him run to him. Heâs four. His name is Ben. Heâs with Happy. He canât go to him. Heâs four. His name is Ben. Heâs safe with Happy. Heâs safe. His name is Ben. Heâs four. Heâs Peterâs.
She had been pregnant. It had been early. So early that it had been months before she even realised. Half of the universe disappeared, Peter included. And months later she had given birth to their son. Their son. Ben.
Fic Summary: Mostly canon compliant fic that centres around the relationship of Tony Stark's daughter and Peter Parker.
Fic Summary: Mostly canon compliant fic that centres around the relationship of Tony Stark's daughter and Peter Parker.
Notes: This is a Peter Parker/Reader fic. It jumps back and forth between the "present" (after the blip is reversed) and the past (pre blip reversal). The main focus is Peter and our girl Y/N, but there will be exploration into other relationships as well. These include but are not limited to Tony/Steve Peter/Harley Harley/Harry Peter/Harley/Harry Steve/Bucky Tony/Stephen.
Each chapter will have content warnings listed that are specific to the chapter just for added security, there will also be a summary of the chapter if the content is something you don't want to engage with but would like to continue to the next chapter. There will also be a comprehensive list of warnings. The severity of these topics varies from very intense to simply implied. Be sure to check the individual chapters for more detailed descriptions of how these themes are used.
Fic Content Warning: Underage sex, unplanned pregnancy, teen pregnancy, polyamoury, child abuse/neglect, parental death, suicide, self harm, Tony Stark in Endgame
Please, if there is ever something in this or any of my fics that you feel needs a content warning, feel free to message me and I will make sure to add it.
I want this to be a safe place for everyone.
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Chapter Notes: First major canon divergence. Tony and Steve meet in early 2001 as Tony had taken over for Howard in SHIELD after his death. Letâs not think about it too hard. By the end of 2001 they are established in a relationship. And early 2002 they find out about the pregnancy. Reader is born in August of 2002.
It might be a bit annoying to have the reader be so flushed out as that can distract and make it harder to insert yourself into the story butâŚthe timeline bro.
Word count: 1114
Chapter Content Warnings: Child neglect-Mentions of Howard Stark who is a bad dad. Reader's mother is very uninterested in the reader after the birth homophobia-Steve talks about being with a man in the 40s and it is lightly implied that it was not safe pregnancy-Tony gets a woman pregnant alcohol-Steve and Tony drink beer Stony-Steve and Tony are a couple
Chapter Summary: This chapter establishes the relationship between Tony and Steve and explains how the reader came to be. Reader is the product of a one night stand from Tony prior to becoming exclusive with Steve. Readerâs mother, Katherine, is a scientist working to recreate the super serum. She is described as cold and unattached.
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Chapter 1
Tony really tried to hate Steve when they first met. Truly. For reasons he found completely justified.
His dad was an ass.
And as far as he was concerned, that was Steveâs fault.
It ended up being impossible to hate him though. Because he was just so damn nice.
Which made Tony irrationally angry.
Steve wasnât all that impressed by Tony. He hadnât been all that impressed with Howard either though.
He didnât really have any particularly strong thoughts or emotions about Tony.
He was mostly baffled Howard had had a kid.
He never seemed like the type.
Regardless
They both had a strange pull toward the other.
Like the other was a connection to something long past.
Steve is someone who knew Tonyâs father, who he had grown up hearing about.
Tony was Howardâs son. And though he was rarely on the same page as him, he had still been a friend. And Tony was the closest thing to something from home.
They somehow ended up as something akin to friends.
Neither were great at the whole sleeping, or self care in general, thing, so there were lots of late nights, lots of long talks, lots of secrets shared. They spoke of Tonyâs dating life, Steve wanted to know just how similar Tony was to his father. And during one of those talks, after some light teasing about what Steve must have gotten up to back in the day, Steve admitted that he and Bucky had been in a relationship.
Tony wasnât exactly surprised.
âSo, youâre gay then?â He asks him. They are sat on the floor of Tonyâs lab, a half eaten box of pizza between them, and beers in their hands.
âIâm not sure Iâve ever really needed to label it.â Steve admits. âI just knew Bucky was my person.â He shrugs.
Tony understands this at some level. The not needing a label, not the other thing.
âYou donât have to label it.â He says, possibly trying to put Steve at ease. âI never have. I just likeâŚthe people I like.â He says. âIâve never committed myself to someone the way you have though.
Steve nods slowly and sips his drink. âDonât you get lonely?â
This causes Tony to pause.Â
Heâs never really alone. He never really allows himself to be. Like he needs a buffer between him and his head. There are plenty of people, both in and outside of his bed. Heâs popular. Heâs desired, wanted, sought after. Heâs never lacking in people who want to give him their time.
He finishes off his drink.
âYeah.â He says finally.
Things change between them after that night. Like there was a newfound understanding between them. Both were tired of being lonely.
It starts out as just sex. Which was new ground for Steve, and he struggled with it for a while. Until he realised that his struggles werenât from it being casual sex, but that he was developing feelings for Tony and didnât want it to be casual sex.
Steve had always been pretty straightforward, but he still struggled a lot with the thought of confessing. He wanted to keep Tony in his life and was worried heâd run at the mention of commitment.
But its been over a year since they met. And months since they started sleeping together.
So he justâŚtells him one night.
He lacked some elegance in it if he was honest with himself.
Blurting out âI want you to be my boyfriendâ while youâre balls deep in someone isnât exactly tactful.
But it worked out okay for him in the end.
The universe is a bit fucked up though.
Because just months later Tony comes to him with life altering news that neither of them had been prepared for.
And with that news Tony brought an out.
âYou didnât sign up for this.â Tony says quietly.
âNo, but neither did you.â Steve responds. Heâs never seen Tony soâŚsullen. So conflicted.
âI knew the risks of fucking someone without a condom.â Tony says bluntly. âThis was always a possibility.â He lets out a breath. âIâŚIâm gonna step up. Iâm gonna be this babyâs dad. But you donât have to be.â He says quietly. âIâll understand if you go.â
Steve lets out a breath and takes both of Tonyâs hands. âI was in love with a man in the 40s. Tony, I gave up on the idea of having children before I was even old enough to consider them in the first place. They were never an option.â Tony goes a bit pale. âBut that doesnât mean I didnât want them.â He continues. âI knew who I was getting involved with, Tony. And if having you means having this baby then I guess weâre going to be parents.â
And itâs as simple as that.
In August of that year their daughter was born.
Their daughterâs mother was someone Steve had never met, prior to going to the hospital when she went into labour. But he knew her name. Heâd learned her name, read about her. Read about a lot of people like her when he had looked himself up. He learned that there were a distressing number of people trying to recreate Erskineâs original serum. This woman, Katherine, was one of them.
She was a tall, slender woman. Stereotypically beautiful but almost hollow looking. Like there was something missing inside of her.
He doesnât remember her ever holding the baby. She hardly looked at her. Something told him she had no interest in being a mother but somehow went through with the pregnancy anyway.
But he didnât dwell on it. He didnât care.
Because if this precious, tiny, perfect baby girl wasnât reason enoughâŚthe way Tony looked when he held his baby was enough to make him ignore the slight concern he felt over the way Katherine was responding to motherhood.
Tony was built to be a father.
He was so perfect with her. And Steve had never been so fond of another person.
All his outward, arrogant facade broke down the second he was with their girl. She had him wrapped around his finger.
And Steve was no better.
He knew he was in trouble the first time theyâd ever made eye contact.
How could he ever say no to this tiny girl?
Katherine was clearly not interested in being a mother to her daughter. She made no fuss when Tony asked if the baby could live with him. She wasnât breastfeeding, and the baby was clearly more attached to Tony. But despite their request, she wouldnât sign over her parental rights. Therefore, physical custody was shared between Katherine and Tony.
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