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Nightmare

Steve Rogers x Reader (You)

Summary: Steve stood in front of the mirror, staring back at him, was a man madly in love. But as much as he wanted to be only that—just a man in love—he wasn’t. Falling so hard for you that he didn’t want to face the reality. There was still a world beyond your home, and he had to face it.

Warning: Minors DNI / A little smut / bj / Angst / Hydra Past / Missunderstandings / He wants to say I love you / This is getting dark as the WB logos in HP movies / Strugglings / He is so in love with you / Your past is coming back and kick your both asses

Characters: OC, Tony Stark, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson

Also: You don't have to read the previous chapters, but it would enhance the experience if you did. And thanks in advance for repost or any feedback ❤️

Chapter 1: Insomnia | Chapter 2: Lucid | Chapter 3: Reverie

“God…!” Steve's head falls back, his body arching, knuckles turning white as he holds on tightly onto the sheets, moans ragged and labored, his chest rising and falling covered in sweat.

His hand tucking your hair, trying to be as gentle as possible, but he is finding that impossible. As you fasten your mouth and hand movements, more deep breaths are escaping his lips as waves of pleasure wash over him.

"Babe... that feels so good... don't stop... Please don't stop..."

Your quickened pace is driving him more and more over the edge, as suddenly his entire body lost in pleasure, his head falling back onto the pillow behind him, the sheets gripping tightly in his hands as he releases warm and low in your mouth.

“Jesus…” His body shuddering as he came hard, thoroughly quenched til the very last drop, his breath coming in gasps and pants, not being able to speak as he looks at you: puffy lips, disheveled hair, sweat drops in your perfect breasts, your silky skin marked with his handprints all over body, and you were wiping your lips.

“Damn...” He pulls you close for a kiss, still breathing heavily, as if trying to recover from his ecstasy. “Babe, don’t… look at me like that… or I’m gonna lose it... again.”

“Wait, what?” You laugh, stepping out of bed. “That’s on me?! I didn’t do anything this time.” You were barely awake when he started. It’s not like it’s your fault you weren’t wearing anything from last night.

“That’s... arguable.” Steve murmurs, sinking back into the pillows, still riding the high of the moment. His breathing starts to slow, but then he notices you’re already in the bathroom. “Wait, no cuddling?!”

“We’ve been ‘cuddling’ all night!” You call from the shower. “And... we’ve talked about this. Tony is gonna be here in an hour.” And I don’t want to smell like sex.

Steve chuckles in resignation, raising his voice so you can hear him over the water. “Can I join you?”

“We both know how that’s gonna end…”

“Yeah, yeah, alright...” he laughs, reluctantly pulling himself out of bed, grabs his discarded clothes, making a half-hearted attempt to tidy the room. “God, we made a mess in here, didn’t we?”

By the time you’re out of the shower, the room is already cleaned up (he's done his best). It’s a far cry from how things used to be: Steve's things are everywhere now. His toothbrush in your bathroom, clothes hanging in your closet, some files scattered on the desk in your lab that's across from your private dorm.

You’re not even sure when it happened, but your secluded, tucked away 20 minutes from the main Avengers compound lab, has become more than just yours. It makes sense, actually, he wasn’t leaving at night. Or in the mornings. Or... really, ever.

At first, Steve would come over for dates. Then those dates turned into 'I'll come by later' and eventually into 'whenever he had the chance.' Now his mug is in the sink, his slippers are under your bed, and his coat has claimed a permanent spot by the door.

He’s here. So, naturally, Sam and Natasha started coming by too.

They didn’t want to at first—especially after Tony warned them: Don’t go near the place if the windows are foggy or steamed. And the first time they showed up, the windows were, in fact, foggy.

So, they waited outside, feeding the mosquitoes and staring at the overgrown grass.

But they had important “For your eyes only” files, and waiting beat facing Commander Hill’s irritation later. After counting all the daisies in the field—twice—they finally gave in. Sam knocked (covering his eyes), you answered (fully dressed), and they came in for a cup of tea. A carrot cake later, they became regulars.

Your lab has a charm they can’t resist: plants hang from every corner, spilling over shelves and framing the windows that let in the golden sunlight. The warm, earthy scent of the greenery mixes with the subtle perfume from your humidifiers. A soft glow of the sunlight filters through, casting a golden hue over everything. The kitchen always smells like freshly baked cookies, and the tea is good, but the coffee is great.

Your space feels like a hidden sanctuary in the sunset. And amidst all this, there’s a relaxed and laughing, perfectly at home Steve. One that they’ve never seen before.

So of course, big boss Mr. Stark wasn’t going to be excluded.

“Remind me again why he’s coming?” Steve asked as he stepped into the shower. You were brushing your teeth, and he leaned over to kiss your shoulder, and…Yup, you were right; he knew exactly how things would’ve ended if he’d joined you earlier.

“I don’t know… there’s no meeting agenda. But technically, we are living in his compound, so…” you said, now brushing your hair and spritzing perfume. Then, after a pause, you added, “I think it has something to do with the New Era Project.”

Steve didn’t respond right away, but you caught the frown on his face through the steam of the shower. “Are you part of that?” he asked after a moment.

“Nope.” You began towel-drying your hair. “I don’t make or design weapons. I just fix your gear and armory and… sometimes I pitch cool new ideas to Tony during brainstorm sessions. You know, Level A clearance, remember?”

Steve chuckled—yeah, he remembered. You had access to all files and records, but only if Tony Stark himself granted it. Actually, he was the only one who could authorize your access and tokens. There were only two people in the entire organization with that kind of clearance: you and Peter Parker.

Your existence here was… special. Only level 3 and above tech personnel knew about you, and they practically worshiped you. You were the one who “optimized their code, fine-tuned algorithms that seemed impossible to crack, recalibrated testing protocols when simulations failed, and stepped in when machines were on the verge of catastrophic failure.” (That was Bruce’s wording. Steve didn't get shit of what he said, just referred to you as “my brilliant genius who fixes all that stuff.”) And the thing that stood out the most? You never took credit for the successes.

Selfless. That was the word Tony used when describing you. But he also said: “And that drives me nuts, because when you lack human ambition, what’s going to keep you around, right?”

Human ambition. The phrase echoed in Steve’s mind as he turned off the water with a sigh. He knew he had been avoiding the truth. Falling so hard for you that he didn’t want to face the reality. There was more to you than he fully understood, and deep down, he wasn’t sure he was ready to know the whole truth.

“I’ll make coffee,” you called from outside, interrupting his thoughts. “You staying for breakfast, or heading straight to training?”

“Yeah, I’ll stay for coffee,” he replied, wrapping a towel around himself and standing in front of the mirror.

There, staring back at him, was a man madly in love. But as much as he wanted to be only that—just a man in love—he wasn’t. There was still a world beyond your lab, and he had to face it.

He sighed again, suspecting exactly what Tony was going to discuss with you.

The coffee was ready, and croissants were on the table when Tony arrived. He greeted you with a cheek kiss and smirked at Steve, who was just walking out the bathroom with a towel around his waist.

“There’s a scene I thought I’d never see.” Tony quipped as you placed a mug in front of him. “Aren’t you late, Cap?”

“Aren’t you early?” Steve shot back from the room.

“Actually, I’m late. I hung out in the car for a bit.” Tony tilted his head toward the window, a mocking grin spreading across his face. “The windows were steamed up, so I…” he clicked his tongue, “didn’t want to interrupt.”

He turned to you, smiling. “This coffee’s great, hon. Any chance you’d consider making it a regular thing in the common room?”

“No. She wouldn’t,” Steve answered, now dressed in his training gear. He kissed you goodbye, shaking his head with a smirk. “Sorry babe, gotta go. Guess you were right, I am late.”

Tony shot him an I told you so look.

“Coffee.” you said, handing Steve a travel mug, then cupped his face with a smile. “Kiss.”

Inhaling your fresh perfume, Steve sighed, enchanted, as he leaned down to kiss you. “Thanks…” He held back the I love you that nearly escaped his lips.

“Get something to eat after training, okay?” you said casually, unaware of how close he was to confessing.

“Yes ma’am.” He gave you a lingering glance, clearly wanting another kiss—or a few—before turning to Tony. “Easy, ok?” he warned.

“You hear that, hon? Easy on me,” Tony said with a grin, raising his mug to wave Steve off. “See you later, Cap.”

As the door closed behind Steve, Tony looked at you, “You know… that’s the best I’ve seen him in years.” He mused, his fingers tracing the rim of his mug.

Then, after a brief pause, with a playful smile. “And the best I’ve seen of you, of course.”

You smiled back. “It’s not like you’ve been around much to see me anyway.” You patted his hand.

“Not that I’m complaining. You’ve given me all the quiet and peace I could ever ask for.” You glanced down at the table with a soft smile. “And purpose.”

Tony stayed silent as the golden morning light filtered through the windows, casting lines of warmth and shadow across the table.

“Did you… tell him?” he asked, hesitating just as the light reached his mug.

“No. I, um…” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m scared.”

“God,” he sighed in resignation. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. And…” he shook his head, rolling his eyes, “I think his problem will eventually be, ‘Why didn’t you come sooner?’”

He huffed. “It’s your call, but trust me—he always wants to know the truth, no matter how hard it might be.”

“I know. It’s just…” You admitted quietly, “I’m scared of him being… disappointed.”

“Then he can fuck off,” Tony shot back without hesitation, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “And die alone on his moral highlands.”

You laughed. Tony always knew how to make you laugh. After a few moments, you softened and asked, “What’s wrong, Tony? What’s really troubling you?”

“You mean besides the fact that one of my top-secret employees, whom I’ve kept hidden from everyone’s sight for years, is actually dating… I mean, no, we’re way past dating, right? I’d say… in a relationship with one of the most famous men in the world, who’s also the high commander of this… you know, little group of heroes that saves the universe from time to time? Yeah, there’s actually one tiny, tiny thing that keeps me awake at night…”

You sipped your coffee, still smiling. “What?”

“I’m having second thoughts about the New Era Project.”

You raised your eyebrows, and asked after some pause. “Do you want me to join?” Because you would, if he asked.

“No.” He was firm. “No, it’s not that. I’d never ask you to do that. It’s just… I’m having trouble piecing everything together. I don’t have the full picture. ” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“The UN have been a pain in my ass since I flew out in a can suit in Afghanistan, but now… they’re... They’re being… nice.”

“And that’s a bad thing.” You raised an eyebrow, not sure whether you were asking or confirming.

“It’s incredibly dangerous and extremely suspicious.”

“I thought our little demonstration of power during Thanos would’ve made everyone play nice,” you said, grimacing as if to say, Duh.

“They even offered to cancel the Sokovian Accords.”

“Wait, what?” You blinked, surprised. “Is that even still a thing? I thought after the Blip…”

“Nobody had the time or the mood to talk about that during the Snap, so it just stayed there.” Tony explained, handing you his mug as you stood up to refill it.

“Well, that’s a generous offer,” you said, pouring more coffee. “But as you said…”

You paused, thinking for a moment.

“If rationality and facts can’t give you the full picture, maybe intuition will.” You sat back down, placing the mug in front of Tony. “What does your gut tell you? Animal instincts in the face of danger are 99% accurate, you know.”

Tony’s eyes flickered with uncertainty. “I don’t know. That’s what’s keeping me up at night. We’ve faced big threats before, but this... this feels different. Like they’re not reacting to a threat, but preparing for one.”

“Patience.” you murmured.

“Say what?” Tony hadn’t caught it.

“The Art of War,” you recalled. “‘He who is prudent and lies in wait for an enemy who is not, will be victorious.’” You nodded. “So if the picture isn’t clear, you wait for them to make the first move.”

That look crossed Tony’s face—the one he wore when you or Bruce finished a thought before him, or when you completed a task well before the deadline with an unexpected approach. The “finally, someone speaking my language” look.

“They’ve already made the first move, haven’t they?” you observed him closely.

Tony sat up, a slight smile of pride tugging at his lips. “Yes. They’re sending someone to… cooperate.”

“So… how do I fit into all this?” you asked quietly. “Strategies of war, deciphering enemy intentions, gathering intel, hacking systems… you’ve got quite a team for that. The Team. How can I help?”

Tony sighed, leaning back in his chair as the sunlight shifted, casting shadows across the room. He paused, staring out the window before turning back to you, something close to worry in his eyes for the first time.

“You fit in because you’re one of the few people I trust to see things clearly. No agenda. No ego. You can do things quietly, behind the scenes. And, frankly, you’re smarter than half the people working on this project…” He hesitated and added with a smirk, “...or the entire compound.”

After a brief pause, Tony confessed in a giving up tone.

“And because I need your superpowers to sense if this guy is hiding something—something that our metal detectors and scanners can’t catch. These days, I don’t even trust that the people we meet are… well, human. Thanks to Danvers.”

Just like at the opening ceremony, he needed you to assess if there was anything suspicious about the people present. You nodded in understanding.

“Who are they sending?”

There were two files in front of him, both giving him the same headache. And Steve didn’t wanted to start with either of them.

One was yours: HE0012, “Twelve.” Your code name—Hydra Experiment Number Twelve—and your real name, (If Twelve could even considered a name, but that was they’d given to you) both stamped on a complete profile folder of your classified information: layers upon layers of secrecy wrapped around your past, barely considered something near light reading.

The second file, labeled “FYEO - New Era Project” was a brick of a report, hundreds of pages long, more of a book than a document. It detailed, in excruciating pain-ass precision, the project's goal: a forced reconciliation between the Avengers and Stark Industries. The initiative was meant to foster collaborative research and development of cutting-edge technologies designed to bolster global defense systems.

Officially, the report framed it as ensuring global protection “in case of need,” but Steve knew the truth beneath the diplomatic phrasing. It was about weapons—gear, tools, anything needed to combat the next alien invasion, or any kind of catastrophic threat Earth might face.

Steve remembered Tony’s struggle with this report, how the stress weighed on him. Tony had been stuck between igniting another Civil War or throwing the damn thing in the nearest firepit.

But seems now, that Tony had done what Tony does best: handed the problem to Steve.

Damn it, Tony.

“Captain.” Jarvis’s polite voice sounded through the nearest screen. “A guest has just entered the main building. Agent Charles Frazer from the New Era Special Committee has been announced.”

Steve sighed, shoving both files aside. He couldn’t even catch a break. “Background?” He asked as he glanced at the screen, pulling up Frazer’s information.

“Agent Frazer is currently serving with the UN Special Commission, previously tasked with supervising enhanced human activities under the Sokovian Accords. Before that, he was a top agent at MI6.” Jarvis relayed in his usual, steady tone.

“Great. I’ll meet him in the lobby. Where’s Tony?”

“Sir is en route from R&D 001 and will arrive in three and a half minutes. Agent Frazer is already in the lobby, Captain.”

“Fine.” Steve muttered, standing up. “Also ask Commander Hill to meet us there.”

From the second-floor glass railing, Steve looked down and spotted Frazer standing in the waiting area. The man was definitely an agent, but his military background was obvious in the way he stood—rigid, alert, scanning the room, it all pointed to someone used to being on guard, despite his polite, diplomatic smile and the small nods he gave to passing staff.

After a moment of observation, Steve made his way downstairs before Frazer could notice he was being watched.

“Agent.” Steve greeted, extending a firm hand.

“Captain.” Charles Frazer responded with a wide, courteous smile. One that appeared genuine but not intrusive. “It’s an honor to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Steve was about to continue when Tony, Bruce, and you entered the room, caught up in a heated conversation.

“…so wait, are you telling me the material adapted in real-time? Enhanced its resistance with every applied force threshold—like it learned from the stress points?” Bruce’s voice was filled with astonished excitement.

“Yeah, we saw a 32% increase in tensile strength under standard shear stress.” You replied softly, barely looking up from your coffee mug.

“What about quantum resonance feedback?” Tony waved a hand, pressing for more details. “Is it boosting absorption capabilities?”

“It’s actually forming a self-reinforcing lattice that distributes the force across the entire molecular framework, but…” You trailed off as you noticed Steve. A soft smile lit up your face, your eyes brightening upon seeing him.

Steve, for a split second, returned the smile but quickly recovered his professional demeanor. “Dr. Lancaster,” he greeted you, then nodded to the others. “Tony, Bruce—this is Agent…”

A loud crash cut him off.

Steve whipped around to see you standing there, your face as pale as your lab coat. Your mug lay shattered on the floor, coffee splattered across your clothes, but you didn’t seem to notice. Your gaze was locked on Agent Frazer’s face, your breath frozen, your body completely still.

“…Four?” The word barely escaped your lips, a whisper under the weight of everyone’s surprise.

Agent Frazer’s reaction was almost identical.

His confident smile vanished in an instant—from confusion, to shock, and then to an almost frozen state mirroring yours, his eyes reflected the same haunting familiarity. It wasn’t just shock; it was a mix of fear, disbelief, and perhaps even something darker—like a flood of old memories being unlocked all at once.

For a moment, the two of you stood there, staring at each other in stunned silence. Slowly, Frazer’s gaze locked onto yours, and recognition began to settle over his face. He slowly lifted a trembling hand toward your chin, his voice cracking as he murmured, “Twelve?”

“How…?”

“Let’s take this to a more private room.” Tony, ever the first to break the silence, said firmly even before you could go on. His eyes weren’t on you—they were glued to Steve, gauging his reaction.

Steve stood rigid, his jaw was set, his face unreadable as he observed the silent exchange between you and Frazer.

“Yes, let’s do that.” Steve said, his voice firm but soft. A few people in the background had started to notice the unusual scene unfolding and were beginning to glance your way. So it was to act quickly. He stepped closer to you, a part of him instinctively wanting to put a hand on your shoulder, or hold your hand to offer some comfort in the midst of the shock, but he hesitated. His hand hovered for a second before he drew it back.

As the group moved to a quieter, more secluded room, the air was thick with unspoken questions, and no one dared to break the fragile silence. All eyes were on you and Agent Frazer, as though the past had suddenly come crashing into the present, and no one was sure how to navigate the ruins.

You met with Commander Hill in the middle of the hallway. She quickly noted the tension in the unusual group, scanning Agent Frazer as fast as she could with her x-ray inspection mode and cautious glare.

“Is… everything okay?” She instantly reacted, reading the room. “Meeting 9 is available.” She looked at Steve and Tony and communicated in their own silent way: And it’s ready.

Ready meant that the room could provide total privacy while also functioning as the most advanced interrogation room. Everything would be recorded, with real-time facial expression analysis by Friday or Jarvis. The room’s ambiance would shift according to participants' moods, creating the most relaxing and comforting environment possible, encouraging the participants to say anything and everything that needed to be known.

But of course, you didn’t know that, and neither did Agent Frazer— or Four. You hadn’t yet recovered from the shock, so you barely heard Tony when he said, “We’ll just leave you to it,” or noticed the worried look Steve had given you. You didn’t look back; your eyes remained locked on Four’s.

“How…” You broke the silence after a long pause, sensing that both your breaths had softened. You began to regain some rationality and composure. “How did you escape? I… I thought you were dead…”

Four closed his eyes for a moment, trying to stay as calm as possible.

He didn’t know where to start with.

“I was…”

He didn’t look at you; his gaze was fixed on the floor, lost in some distant moment from the past.

“The cryostasis pod that held me…malfunctioned, but instead of shutting down, it went into some sort of low-energy survival mode—almost like it was trying to protect me. Left me hanging on the edge of life, just the basics kept intact.”

His accent was you remembered, a perfect blend of British and Russian, a strange yet polished combination of both. He talked as in Times New Roman.

“I reckon I stayed that way for years… like being stuck in some frozen limbo. Like wandering in some desert between hell and heaven.”

Four’s lips curled into a fragile, ironic smile: “That Hydra fortress in Caithness was too well-hidden. I’d have gone unnoticed until I wasted away, but when Hydra fell, every strategic spot on the globe became suspicious. British intel ran sweeps over the area… and they found me.”

You remained silent, memories flashing through your mind. You knew why the cryostasis pod had malfunctioned in the first place.

After the Battle of New York, the remaining Hydra forces had started shutting down their less critical underground fortresses. Caithness, where Four was held, had probably been vital during the war, but your files were far too confidential, buried too deep to be easily retrieved. That place must have been overlooked as obsolete.

Then came the Battle in Washington, when Steve crushed Hydra for good, and Black Widow exposed Hydra’s files, Caithness would have landed on British radar.

The world had been holding its breath, watching the Avengers’ actions since New York.

It wouldn’t surprise you if British intelligence wanted to keep Four for their own research—a super soldier hidden, repaired, filled with selective truths, and molded into a loyal agent. Their own secret Avenger, integrated into their best special forces.

“They kept your memory?” you asked softly, almost afraid of the answer.

“Bits of it.” Four replied, offering a smile, sensing your concern. He wanted to ease the pain of what he’d gone through during his rebirth. “Britain’s tech wasn’t as advanced as Hydra’s.”

He glanced around and sighed. “And they were definitely far away from… this. They didn’t push it too far, just in case it might… break me and ruin everything.”

“Do you remember… everything?” you asked, finally looking into his eyes.

“Not everything. Just pieces, fragments. Sometimes I get flashbacks in my dreams…” Four’s eyes softened as he looked at you, a faint smile touching his lips, his voice tender with nostalgia.

“You were a brilliant tree climber... I remember that odd old oak tree deep in the forest. Grand and ancient. You’d scramble up to the top branches and shake them until the leaves fell, making a pile on the ground. Then Five and Seven would dash over and dive in, like a pair of foxes.”

“And once, you hid a rock under the leaves, and Seven jumped right onto it…” You were lost in the memory too.

“He hit it so hard…” Four chuckled, his gaze drifting to that long-lost time.

“We did everything to stop the bleeding before heading back, but he looked like…”

“A smashed tomato can.” You both said at the same time. And then you both laughed.

“I was grounded, of course. Bloody big time.” Four leaned back in his chair. “Six days of detention because, naturally, our blood was ‘precious,’ and Seven’s was everywhere. They had to clean up so thoroughly, it was like they burned the place down.”

“And you came by on the fifth night…” Four’s went gentle, as if telling a bedtime story. “You snuck in and gave me a piece of bread. And a golden leaf.”

He reached out and took your hand, squeezing it tight.

“I’m so glad to see you, little sister.” His voice was filled with pain.

“When I woke up… I thought I was alone in this world.”

“Me too.” You whispered, though your eyes were elsewhere, lost in the shadows of the past.

“Me too…”

Steve could feel his teeth clenching. He tried desperately to release the pressure building in his fists, but the anger was overwhelming.

He suddenly understood why he hadn’t been able to even open your file before—it was fear. He didn’t want to feel this powerless, like he does now, knowing there was nothing he could do to change what you’d been through.

Tony might have made a joke, something like, “Well, at least he’s only her brother.” but Steve could sense the tension in his voice.

“This is so…” Fucked up. Sam stood beside Steve, watching closely. “Any lie detected?”

“Facial analysis shows 99% veracity. The 1% is due to human factors beyond my calculations.” Friday’s voice echoed through the room.

“If the story’s true, it’s not impossible,” Natasha chimed in, raising an eyebrow. “When the files went public, someone must have taken action.”

“It just smells like there’s a cat hidden in the closet, y’all know?” Sam muttered, arms crossed, shaking his head. “Like, really? Now? The agent overseeing all this Sokovia Accords 2.0 stuff just so happens to be ex-Hydra, ex-experiment, and he shows up now? Like literally walking right to her. Now? When she’s…” He gestured pointedly. “With Steve? Why not before?”

“Maybe he was gone during the Blip?” Natasha suggested. “Look, I’m just trying to figure this out. Not saying the guy’s a saint, but…”

She glanced at Steve, who had turned into some kind of statue, staring at the screen, trying to read your every move, every reaction.

“We do have ex-Hydras doing just fine…” Bucky is one. You are one. Natasha didn’t say it, but it hung in the air, unspoken yet clear.

“Alright, first things first.” Maria stepped in, standing next to Steve. “What do we do with this guy? He’s still carrying the UN Special title, and…” She pulled up his file. “One thing’s for sure—his records are impeccable. At least on paper.”

Steve didn’t respond. His eyes remained fixed on the screen, where you were holding hands with Four. It wasn’t romantic, he could tell. You were pressing his hand, patting his back. You looked relaxed. The painful part of remembering was over, and now you were chatting about his life after MI6 gave him a new identity.

And you were smiling. You tilted your head slightly, something you always did when listening intently.

“Tony.” Steve suddenly spoke up, his voice low but steady. “Why are you so quiet?”

Steve hadn’t raised his voice, but the room instantly turned to Iron Man.

“Maybe I have nothing to say.”

“Or maybe it’s because I don’t want to know the answer.” Steve shot back, his tone sharper now. He didn’t say it aloud, but Tony knew. He knew exactly why Steve was looking at him like that.

But as always, Tony didn’t flinch under Steve’s scrutinizing glare, nor did he step back.

“I think Dr. Lancaster is just the perfect person for this job.” Tony said, quietly but with precision, locking eyes with Steve.

“Fuck! Tony!” Steve’s fists slammed down on the desk so hard that everything on it bounced. “She’s out of the New Era Project.” he said, gritting his teeth.

“She’s Level A.” Tony stepped closer, meeting Steve’s gaze up close.

“And she happens to be top of R&D. Yes, I asked her to be here this morning, to check on this guy… just like she’s been doing since day one when she entered this compound.”

“So yeah, she can show him around, talk about super-intelligent things that normal people won’t understand, as long as it fits within the clearance I’ve given her. It’s not like I’m ordering her to do anything.”

Tony leaned in even closer to Steve’s face. “You can stay and hang out if you want. But seriously… and this is me being brutally honest, like you’ve always wanted.” His voice was calm, firm, unwavering.

“Did you really think you could keep her out of this? Out of your life? Our life?”

He opened his arms slightly, giving Steve a knowing look. “Stop acting as your decisions are better than hers, Steve. She knew exactly what she was signing up for.”

“I’m honored, but my pressure it’s on its peaks.” Four muttered, walking beside you down the long aisle that led from “Sustainable Technologies & Environmental Innovation” to the “Space Exploration & Interstellar Travel Engineering” hall.

You chuckled softly, shaking your head as you caught the reflection in the sleek glass walls: a serious, determined, and ‘touch my girl by a hair and I’ll kill the fuck out of you’ Steve, and a ‘I have so much more important and real shit to deal with right now than this’ face Maria walking behind you.

“I mean I’m just a public employee. I expected both high commanders to receive me, but not to walk us all the way.” Four teased: “Remember when we had to escort the king during the war?”

“I thought that was the proudest day of your life.”

“It was, until this.” Four laughed, letting out a long, amused sigh after a pause. Then, more sincerely, “But you should be proud too, Twelve. Look at what you’ve accomplished.”

Four’s gaze lifted, drawn to the towering structures and intricate technology around him—robotics designed to repair spacecraft mid-flight, drones engineered for planetary terraforming. His eyes followed the sleek contours of prototype exosuits encased behind glass, shimmering with the pulse of energy cores yet to be tested.

Even with all the cutting-edge tech he’d seen around the world, he couldn’t help but admire the scale of innovation unfolding here—the flawless precision, the harmony between form and function, and the dedication and sense of unity the folks around here were putting on their work.

“Everything here... it’s like stepping into the future.” he said, his voice carrying a rare note of awe. “Back in the day, we only dreamt of machines like this. Now it’s real. I can feel the intelligence in the air, the potential of what this place can do.”

He paused in front of an android prototype, its sensors lighting up as though acknowledging his presence.

“This is what happens when visionaries are free to play with the impossible. And you are part of it. You should be proud. It’s the realization of everything we once hoped for. ”

Steve and Maria exchanged a glance at his words, and Steve’s gaze immediately shifted to you. He was desperate for you to turn, to look at him the way you always did—like you understood him without a single word needing to be spoken. But since the moment you walked out of Room 9 with Four, your gaze hadn’t found his. Not once.

You stayed silent upon your brother’s words. Your gaze was still, serene, and silent. There was no emotion beyond that on your face. Your eyes rested lightly on Four's expressions, then moved softly to the equipment he was examining. You were as still as a pond on a windless day. And your eyes…Steve could always interpret the emotions they held, if you offered him a glimpse, but you never did.

“Is it?” you murmured, emotionless. Neither Four nor Maria caught it, but Steve did. And it sent a cold shiver down his spine.

He watched you, hoping—no, needing—you to turn around, to meet his eyes with the same openness you always had. He knew you could feel his gaze, feel his desperate hope that you would just look at him. But you didn’t. You kept walking a few steps behind Four, and the space between you and Steve grew wider with every step.

He wanted to call your name, to pull you aside, to ask if you were okay, if this was too much for you. But something held him back. What if you didn’t respond the way he hoped? What if Four’s presence here was dragging you back into the person you were before? What if you weren’t the person he had fallen so deeply in love with? And what if… what if you didn’t love him back the way he loved you? Or worse, what if you were still exactly what Hydra wanted you to be?

What if…this is the real you?

Steve’s heart was at war with itself. He had fought through battles where the stakes were higher than anything he could imagine here, but the battlefield of emotions felt far more treacherous. His love for you was the one thing he held onto with unyielding certainty—something unshakable. But now, he felt it flickering, like a candle fighting to stay lit in a growing storm.

Every time he looked at you, searching for a sign that you still belonged to him in the way he believed you did, it felt like reaching out for something just beyond his grasp.

It wasn’t the distance you kept from him physically that hurt the most. It was the emotional wall—thick, invisible, but undeniably there. His rationale, the part of him that always tried to be fair, tried to stay calm, told him not to jump to conclusions, not to doubt you. But the love-struck, emotional side of him—the part that saw you as his everything—was falling down into the vast uncertain sea of fear.

Four’s voice pulled him back from his thoughts, he was talking in low, but Steve overheard anyway.

“What are you really working on?” He was genuinely curious: “I’ve always known you were the best of us in intelligence but…this is…” he said in an obvious ‘wow’: “Mr. Stark said that you are on top of R&D, and you are also guiding the way, so I bet it is something…dramatic.”

“I can show you my workspace.” You smirk quietly, your voice a little bit proud, as a sibling that wanted to show off her new toys: “It’s not…dramatic. At least not complicated for you to read.”

“I…” Steve spoke up at the same time he frowned, but held back on calling out your name: “Dr. Lancaster. I don’t think…”

“We’ll be fine, Captain.” You interrupted him, but he could only see your back when you answered, still not looking back for a second: “I’ve got the clearance, no worries.” You said as you walked straight forward without hesitation.

Of course, you weren't leading Four to your lab—your home with Steve, your recluse sanctuary out of the compounds. That would’ve been too much. Even for Steve, it would’ve crossed a line he couldn’t forgive, and you weren’t a monster, like, duh.

Instead, you led Four toward your personal workspace. Or how Tony liked to call it: "the genius playroom", where cutting-edge tech, half-finished projects, and too many abandoned coffee mugs cluttered the surfaces—remnants of late-night brainstorming sessions with him and Bruce.

The room was chaotic brilliance in its purest form. Holographic models of Stark tech hovered in the air like suspended thoughts, caught in an endless cycle of innovation. Transparent screens flashed data faster than any normal person could process: only a select few could follow the constant stream of figures and projections (Three, actually, if Wakandian minds, or Dr. Cho weren't around). Half-assembled drones and sleek energy cores, still pulsating with untapped potential, were scattered around workbenches. Tony’s famous bean bag chairs—“sometimes the ass needs to think before the brain catches up”—occupied one corner, breaking the space's otherwise high-tech aesthetic.

The room was alive with invention, buzzing with the frenetic energy of genius minds always in motion. It was your playground, your escape, and the damn Thursday’s night that you couldn’t make it home and Steve's always resent.

“Bloody hell...” Four’s voice broke through the hum of machinery as he stepped into the room. His eyes widened, slowly sweeping across the multitude of inventions and half-finished designs.

"This is... whoa...little sister, you did find your spot in the world, didn't you?" he muttered, genuine awe in his voice.

You watched him, standing close enough to catch every flicker of his gaze, how his eyes darted from one holographic projection to the next, lingering just a bit too long. As if he was, scanning.

"Well, welcome to The Crib." You said with a casual shrug, already moving toward one of the many touchscreens embedded into the workbenches. You tapped a few commands, and the room sprang to life. Holographic blueprints of your latest projects filled the space between you and Four.

"Where the magic is born. Core of the Avengers and Stark Industries inventions, we usually break a lot of rules here...and stuff, too."

Behind you, Steve and Maria stepped into the room, but your focus remained on the task at hand. Your heart began racing so fast it was going out of your chest, but you pushed it aside. You had work to do.

And a sense of unease gnawed at Steve, making his hair stand on end and his senses become hyper-alert. There was something wrong. Really wrong. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but a chill crawled up his spine, making his muscles tense.

He exchanged a glance with Maria—she felt it too. The air was too thick, too still. He could hear your heart beating, too fast, too loud.

You kept moving, subtly positioning yourself near the wall, your body shielding a button—one Steve hadn’t noticed before.

“Four?” Your voice was soft and casual. You were watching him carefully, studying his reactions like you were dissecting his every move.

“Mhm?” He didn’t look back, his attention still locked on the blueprints projected across the room, soaking up every detail.

“When did you say we escorted the king?” You leaned against the wall, arms crossed, your position relaxed, but gaze distant. “Was it at the beginning of the war? Or when it was almost over?”

“Beginning. Why?” Four turned to face you, a smile still hanging on his lips. “Why do you ask?”

“Because we were Hydra back then.” You said, voice level but resolute. “We didn’t escort people. Not the alliance, at least.”

Four’s smile faltered. It froze on his face.

“Who are you?” Your voice remained calm, but there was a razor edge beneath the surface. “And why are you pretending to be my brother?”

"Shit!" Maria immediately pulled out her gun, aiming straight at Four—no, Agent Frazer's—head, her finger tight on the trigger.

Steve stayed still, fists clenched, eyes rapidly calculating every option in the room: the exits, the distance between you and Four, and how fast he could get to either of you. In a matter of seconds, hundreds of plans flashed through his mind, each one detailing how things could go down.

Four's face remained calm, but the shift in his eyes betrayed him. The mask of the amiable older brother slipped, revealing the cold, calculating operative underneath—the same one who had greeted Captain America this morning: the perfect spy, shifting personas like a chameleon, adapting to every situation.

A slow, smug smile curled across his lips, replacing the affectionate facade he wore seconds ago.

"How did you know?" he asked, tilting his head, examining you. He seemed almost impressed by your unflinching calm, as if you'd been expecting this all along.

"'It's the realization of everything we once hoped for.'" Your gaze was unwavering, your tone even as you repeated his earlier words.

"What?"

You lowered your eyelids, the weight of old memories seeping into your voice, barely a whisper.

"You’ve said that this tech, this…unrealistic world leadered by heroes, is something that we hoped for… is not."

You didn’t know whom you were talking to, to Four, to Steve, or to yourself.

“We were kids. Trapped in a cage. We never hoped for any of this.” You paused: “My brother and sisters died before I was even grown up. And they didn’t dream big. We didn't have the chance or dared to do so.”

Steve's heart clenched. He had sensed this, but hearing you say it still hit harder than expected.

"You knew?" Four's tone shifted, darker, more dangerous. His eyes gleamed like a predator closing in on its prey. "From the beginning?"

"Easy, Frazer." Maria warned, her aim steady. "You even blink, and I'll put a bullet in your pretty forehead."

"Of course I knew…" you said calmly. "And I know you're wearing a retinal lens—a live-streaming neural interface that captures everything you see, using nanotransceivers to broadcast it live via ultra-broadband frequencies to a secure hub."

Steve's mind clicked into place. You had the ability to see the composition of materials in everything around you. It was why Tony often had you blend in with the crowd, to detect anything out of place or hidden in plain sight.

"Then you know it's too late." Four's grin widened, a victorious glint in his eyes. "I've already got everything I need, little sister."

"Do you?" You smiled—a smile Steve knew all too well, the one that meant you were about to love what happened next.

You snapped your fingers.

"Revelio."

The world around you shimmered, peeling away like burning paper. The high-tech lab setup dissolved, revealing a The Crib instead, but it didn’t have all the advanced technology drafts as it was shown to Four. It was a clean, organized, fancy lab, not revealing anything confidential, it looked brand new..

"Binary Augmented Retro-Framing. Or BARF." you said, almost sighing. "It's on the market. The records are public. Tony loves to play with it."

"You think you're so smart." Frazer sneered, a cruel twist to his lips. "Or good. You think joining these superheroes will erase what you are? What you really are? You're nothing but a monstrous experiment."

"You're right." Your expression didn’t falter, not even a twitch. "My brothers and sisters were better." You continued watching him, calm as ever. "But you didn’t come all this way just for some tech demo, did you?"

"No." Frazer's smirk returned, sharper than before. "I came to confirm something, and I did. But there’s one last thing I wanted to check, just in case."

Steve's instincts kicked in, but he knew it was already too late.

Frazer locked eyes with you, and his voice dropped, firm and deliberate:

"Мечта."

End

Continue to:

5: Awakening |

6: Dusk |

7: Hypnagogia |

8: Lull |

9: Vigil |

10: Eclipse |

Divider Credits: to the wonderful @cafekitsune

Woohooo...damn!! OMG thank you for reading thus far! Hope you really enjoyed it like I did writing it, it was a rollercoaster of emotions, tho.

Next chapter is finished already so I'll see you on next Friday! And I couldn't help myself on the "Revelio" part, I just had to give that dramatic line, if there were background music asin the movies, that's when it comes to play XD

Alright, let me know what do you think! (Also if you thought this was intense then next chapter is worse...xD)

Love.,

Moon.

Shoot, I completely forgot, but it was mentioned by the brilliant @steviebbboi & @jamneuromain that I should have a taglist? So mentioning here, will edit when I have it ready ❤️

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sarahowritesostucky · 9 months ago

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📖"Temporary Custody"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky; Steve x Bucky

Word Count: 3620

Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, referenced childhood abuse and resultant mental health issues, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange

Summary: The stigma and shame of being a submissive has kept Mary unfulfilled and in the closet her whole life, until an inciting incident leads to Bucky and Steve taking her in and giving her everything she was always too afraid to ask for.

Trigger warnings: This story contains themes of eating disordered behavior, body image issues, childhood abuse, self-harm, and alcohol abuse.

Wait! I haven't read an earlier chapter of this fic! Story Masterpost

6. Somethin' with Bananas

Steve

Steve wakes up to Bucky spooning him, pressing his morning wood against his ass. He hums with his eyes still closed, enjoying the feeling. “Mmm, g’morning.”

Hands slide onto his hips. “Mornin’ Sunshine.”

Steve smiles. “Sunshine” is one of Bucky’s favorite pet names for him. Steve is rather fond of it too, after so many years together. His husband has a knack for making him feel special like that. “What’re you doin', Buck?” he warns softly, still smiling because he likes the feeling of being explored, even if they can't take this far right now because of—

“She left for work a while ago,” Bucky murmurs, the answer to a question that Steve hasn’t asked. Alone time doesn’t happen as much as it used to, these days. "Left a bunch of baking stuff out on the counter. There's a note threatening us with mortal peril if we eat any of her bananas."

"Hmm." Steve yawns deeply and wiggles his butt back against his husband's noticeable hardon. "Whas'she makin'?"

"Dunno. Somethin' with bananas." Bucky’s hand slides to the juncture of Steve’s legs. He palms the half hard line of his cock from over his briefs, massaging the bulge as it grows. Steve moans a little and tips his head back to Bucky’s shoulder, a wordless request for kisses. Bucky starts lavishing his neck with attention while his hand continues its slow work.

Steve loves moments like this. Early morning, the sun barely out and the world quiet, the bedroom air still and thick from sleep; easy, instinctual fucking; simple and not complicated, just the two of them loving on each other. He inhales a little sharper when Bucky finally slides his hand under the waistband of his underwear. “Yeah,” he whispers.

“Mmhm.” Bucky kisses his neck. “This what you wanted, Honey?” His hand is wrapped flush around Steve now, skin on skin. He strokes once up and down and gives a squeeze, starts up a slow, tight rhythm.

“Oh.” Steve bites his lip, eyes closed as he just feels what Bucky’s doing to him. “Mm. Mmhm. S’real good.” He shivers when Bucky’s thumb swipes at his cockhead, spreading the wetness around and pressing firm against his slit. “Fuck …”

“Always were a leaker,” Bucky says lowly. “You get so wet, Honey.”

“Buck,” Steve whines. He loves Bucky’s talk in bed but he’s never been able to handle it. It turns him into a pitiful mess, every time.

Bucky

Bucky just chuckles, knowing the effect he has on him. He’s Dominant. Winding Steve around his little finger comes naturally to him, and Steve can’t say he doesn’t like it. “You were making pretty sounds in your sleep,” Bucky says, murmuring the words in between kisses on Steve’s neck. “Moaning and moving your hips a little.” He demonstrates, pushing his own hips up against Steve’s ass. Steve makes an embarrassed, whimpery sort of noise that goes straight to Bucky’s cock, and he shushes him. “Shh, no. It was hot, Stevie. You were feeling real good in your sleep, huh?”

“Y-yeah.”

“What were you dreaming about?” Bucky presses his thigh forward, between Steve’s legs, crowding him that much closer. “Hm?”

“Her,” Steve says breathily. “I … h-her.”

“Mary?” Bucky grins against the skin of his neck. “Having dirty dreams about our girl, huh?”

Steve moans—whether at Bucky calling her ‘their girl’, or at the way his other hand is now reaching down to cup Steve’s sac, isn’t clear. Bucky gives a gentle squeeze and tug, then rolls the weight of his testicles in his palm. Steve, who’s always been keen on having his balls played with, moans louder and nods against the pillow. “Didn’t mean to,” he says, as if he needs to defend his character.

Bucky grins like a shark and nips his earlobe. “Course not. You just couldn’t help it, could you? She’s always there, moaning around bites of cream filled pastries, showing off her ass in those leggings—”

Steve groans.

“—Giving us attitude every day like she wants a spanking, but dropping so sweet by the end’a the night.” He can see pink spreading around to the back of Steve’s neck and shoulders now. His Stevie colors so easily. Bucky licks delicately along the shell of his ear and whispers, “Tell me. Tell me what you did to her in the dream.” Steve moans and doesn’t answer for a long while, maybe too distracted by Bucky’s hand that’s still stroking him slowly. Bucky stills, opens his hand and presses Steve’s cock up against his stomach. “Steve,” he warns. “Tell me.”

“... Wasn’t me,” Steve mumbles, embarrassed. “It was you. You were touching her, fucking her.”

Bucky’s guts tighten in arousal. “Oh?” he breathes. “You like thinkin’ about that? Like thinking about me laying her out? Her spreading her legs for me right here on this bed?” Steve groans and nods, whining impatiently and humping forward for more. Bucky chuckles and takes him in hand again, squeezing his shaft and fondling his balls. They’re tighter now, drawn up closer to his body as he gets more worked up. “So?” Bucky needles, when he still hasn’t gotten an answer. “Is that what you want?”

“Bucky, nngh, Yes, alright?”

“Mmhm.” He chuckles softly and nuzzles Steve’s neck, enjoying his husband’s flustered state. “But you know, I think I’d like to watch you.” He can just picture it: Steve’s muscled, strong body moving over her soft curves, his big hands holding her open gently—because everything Steve does is gentle—while he makes her cum on his cock. “Yeah. You like that idea, Big guy? Me too. I wanna watch this big fat dick—” he squeezes his fist on Steve— “plowing her sloppy, making her cum so good she even cries a little bit.” Steve whines again, and Bucky hums in agreement. “Mmhm. It’d be so hot, Stevie.”

Steve squirms against him in distress. “I, I’ve never … With girls I mean. I’m not … I’ve never …” he peters off, and Bucky’s got no idea what he’s saying.

“What?” He frowns and ruts his erection against the cleft of Steve’s ass for a little relief. “What’re you talking about, Baby? You’ve been with women before. College?”

Steve shakes his head against the pillow. “No, I mean I … I don’t know what to do. To make ‘em feel good. I’m … not good at it.”

Bucky actually stops what he’s doing. Steve grunts at the lack of touch, but Bucky just hushes him and pulls on his shoulder, urging him to turn over. “Hey. C’mere. Look at me.” Steve’s face is indeed colored pink when he turns to lie facing Bucky. His eyes flick up briefly, but dart away again, shy. Bucky’s heart squeezes. “Oh, Honey,” he says, bringing a hand up to cup Steve’s jaw. “Who told you that?” He thinks of murdering whatever coed bitch might’ve made Steve feel self-conscious.

Steve looks mortified. “Nobody did. Just … I could tell. The times I was with ‘em. I couldn’t make them, you know, cum.” He looks so ashamed as he admits it, and Bucky wants to grab him and kiss all over his entire face.

“Aw, Steve,” he coos. “Is that it? You’re nervous about being with a woman again? Not confident?”

Steve nods. He tucks himself against Bucky’s body and presses his face in his neck, hiding there. “Women are hard,” he mumbles. “I like ‘em, but it’s not easy.”

Bucky chuckles a little. “Yeah, that’s for sure. But it’s not that bad, baby. You just gotta know a few basics. Gotta take it real slow and feel them out, find out what makes her feel good. Every girl’s different. That’s the beauty in it.”

Steve grunts and ruts up against him, their cocks knocking together between their bellies. “Tell me?” he asks, eager and sweet. “Please, Buck? Tell me how.”

Bucky feels like half the blood leaves his brain, his dick throbbing anew. “Fuck,” he breathes, crazy turned on at the idea. “You want me to teach you, Stevie? Teach you how to get her crying? Dripping wet? How to touch her so good you make her cum?”

Steve shivers and nods, grinding his forehead into Bucky’s shoulder in embarrassment. “Yeah, yeah I want you to. Want you to teach me.”

Bucky pulls Steve’s head up to make him look at him. His face is pinched—embarrassed but wanting. Bucky curses. “Fuck. Yeah, yeah baby I’ll teach you how. C’mere.” He moves up the bed, pulling Steve’s meaty shoulders to get him to follow, directing him to sit in his lap, back to chest as Bucky props them up against the headboard. He spreads his legs wide to accommodate Steve’s bulk, wrapping his arms around him from behind. “My little overachiever,” he murmurs. “Such a Boy Scout, always wanting to be the best you can be.”

Steve huffs. “Don’t think they gave out merits for eating pussy,” he quips, uncharacteristically lewd.

Bucky barks out a laugh in delight. “Well pay attention, Sweetheart. You’re about to earn that badge.” Steve shudders against him, but he’s leaning back against Bucky, slumped just a little lower in his lap. He’s ready to listen, and Bucky’s fucking hot at the chance to tell. “First thing you gotta know,” he says, speaking delicately and smoothing his hands over Steve’s sides. “Is forget what you’ve seen in porn. They make that shit for us, not them. It’s all fake. No better way to make a girl miserable than to go pounding into her or whatever else.”

Steve makes a questioning noise, and God bless him, Bucky knows instantly that this is news to the big dummy. “But …” he hedges.

“No buts, Honey.” Bucky kisses his ear. “You gotta be so gentle. Always start soft, always go slow. Start that way and pay attention to her reactions.” He skims his fingertips up Steve’s ribs, tickling lightly over to his pecs and back down, making him gasp. “Yeah,” Bucky hums, “Just like that. She might be quiet at first, girls don’t moan all loud right off the bat. They don’t get worked up as fast as we do. They take time.”

Steve nods, panting a little as he listens to him. “W-what then?” he asks.

“Listen to her breathing, the sounds she makes. She’ll start breathing heavier when you’ve got her feeling good, start making little sounds without even realizing she’s doin’ it.” Steve looses a tiny whimper and Bucky grins. “Yeah, just like that.” He reaches down and finds Steve’s cock again, and god it’s sexy how wet his fella can get. He strokes him a few times, just languidly, letting the precum guide the slide of his fist. Not hurrying. Showing Steve what he means when he says ‘slow’.

“Oh,” Steve breathes, sounding gone for it.

“Yeah,” Bucky agrees. “And then when she starts moving her hips?” He presses his crotch into the small of Steve’s back. “Just rubbing herself against you or humping up in the air a little? Oh yeah, that’s when she’s into it.” He brings one hand up to cradle Steve’s pec. “Girls are more sensitive here than we are,” he tells him. He’s looking over Steve’s shoulder now, eyeing up what he’s doing. He flicks his thumb over the nipple—so freaking small and petal pink where Bucky’s are darker. And he’s so responsive, the nipple pebbling up with hardly any effort on Bucky’s part. “Mmhm,” Bucky hums approvingly. “You want to try different things. You can just hold ‘em …” he uses both hands and cups the meat of Steve’s chest, giving a proprietary squeeze. Steve moans and Bucky smiles. “Yeah. But not too hard. Treat her tits like they’re something delicate, somethin’ special.” He makes the motion to Steve’s pecs like he would do to lightly bounce a woman’s breasts in his palms. “And Mary, she’s got smaller tits. A nice, healthy handful, just like you.”

Steve whines and squirms impatiently in his lap. Bucky glances down to check, and sees Steve’s cock; abandoned on his stomach, dark, and leaking. It’s so heavy and thick, the foreskin drawn halfway down the head, showcasing the shiny pink tip of him. Bucky curses softly. Fuck, but he wants to wring an orgasm out of that cock like ten minutes ago. But he forces himself to stay the course.

“When you use your mouth on her nipples,” he whispers, voice soft like velvet in Steve’s ear, “You can lick. Or nibble a little.” He mimics each option with a stroke and then a pinch of his fingers on Steve’s nipples, flicking out with his tongue to get the shell of Steve’s ear. “But I’ll tell you what: most of ‘em like it best when you suck.” He uses all five fingertips drawn together to pull gently at the peaks of Steve’s chest, and Steve makes a hurt, wanting sound. “Yeah,” Bucky agrees. “Suck her nipples. Then fit as much of her in your mouth as you can and suck that too.” He takes pity on Steve and reaches back down for his cock. Steve cries out, and Bucky gentles him. “Shh sh sh. Remember: slow.”

Steve groans, his tight hips flexing and pushing his cock up into the curl of Bucky’s fist. “Buck, please.”

“It’s not about you,” Bucky chides. “You’re a man. You get to cum so easy and all the time. You gotta help her get there, give her what she deserves.”

Steve sobs a little, so worked up from all the teasing, but he falls back into Bucky, relaxing against his chest and laying himself open for Bucky to continue. Pride and adoration for his man well up in Bucky at the show of submission. “Good,” he praises, giving an extra indulgent twist on the next upstroke. Steve’s foreskin moves with the motions, making soft, wet noises with all the precum he’s leaking. Bucky hums appreciatively. “Yeah, lookit that.” He draws his hand all the way up, tight, and then dips his thumb into the folds, rubbing into that wetness, against the sensitive head. “If you’re doing it right, touching her enough, she’ll be wet by now,” he says. “But you still shouldn’t go for her pussy yet. Not yet.”

“What … what else?” Steve asks muzzily, like he can’t think of anything else to do that doesn’t involve his dick getting jerked off or sticking it in a hypothetical pussy.

“Tease her,” Bucky says. “Run your hands all over her body, all over her soft skin.”

Steve sighs happily. “I like how soft they are. Smooth.”

Hearing Steve talk about what he likes about women makes Bucky’s dick throb, and he grinds it against Steve’s lower back for some relief. “Mmhm,” he agrees, moving his hands up and down the skin of Steve’s ribcage, his belly, grabbing on at his hips and giving a proprietary jostle. “Dig your fingers into her, gentle but insistent. Let her feel how much you love her body.”

“Now?” Steve asks.

“Not yet,” Bucky whispers.

“Fuck. Bucky.”

“Tease her,” he insists, ignoring Steve’s pleading. He slides his hands down Steve’s thighs and inwards, pulling them apart. Steve moans and spreads them wide. “Exactly,” Bucky says. “You want to touch her here. Run your hands all over, so close to where she wants it. Remember, if you’ve been doing this right, she’ll be wet by now.” He goes back and strokes the wetness along Steve’s shaft. “Sink down between her legs and kiss her thighs—you’ll smell it.”

“Oh my god.”

Bucky smiles, in love with his husband for how easily he comes apart under his care. He traces down to the base of Steve’s cock, making a vee with two fingers and rubbing the skin on either side. “Put pressure on her mound, really close but not touching where she wants it. Not yet.” His other hand slides down and delicately traces the seam of Steve’s sac. “Tease her, trace her folds. Get a little bit of that wetness and rub it around to make her even more sensitive. And then …” He blows gently on Steve’s ear. Steve moans. “Just like that. You want to wait. Don’t give her your mouth until she’s whining and shovin’ up at you for it.”

“Nngh,”

Bucky chuckles and circles the wet pad of his finger over one testicle and then the other. He nudges at Steve’s taut sac and whispers in his ear. “Push her lips apart.”

Steve is breathing hard through his nose, tense, his dick bobbing rock hard and angry in the air. Bucky has mercy on him and reaches for it, and Steve chokes out a sob of relief at only the slightest touch.

Bucky kisses his temple soothingly. “Shh. Here. Riiight here.” He holds the head between his thumb and fingers and starts jacking just the tip of him, foreskin tugging and gliding in that way that he knows feels amazing for Steve. “Right above her sweet spot, see? You rub on her like this, up and down, back and forth. Work the hood over her clit juuust like this.”

Steve makes a debased groan at the echo of what Bucky’s saying, and how he’s working Steve’s foreskin over the head of his dick. “Fuck, fuck,” he hisses.

“Yeah, you’re close. She’s soaked by now. You think it’s time to give her more?”

“Bucky. Yes, yes, please.” His hips are straining upwards but he lets his head loll back on Bucky’s shoulder, open for what he’ll do next. “Please,” he begs.

“Now this is important, baby, so pay attention,” Bucky says. “Some women like a mouth on ‘em down there, some don’t. Some do, but they have a hang up over how they think they look or taste or something.” Steve makes a sad noise at that, matching Bucky’s opinion that: yeah, women shouldn’t worry so much. Pussy is just generally fucking awesome. “Tell her how much you love it,” he says. “The taste of her, the shape of her lips. Make her feel pretty and wanted.” He’s fondling Steve’s balls anew as he says this, rubbing and rolling them, then cupping his whole palm over them and dipping behind to dig fingertips into his taint. “Come on, Stevie,” he goads, “Let me hear it. Tell me what you’d say.”

It takes Steve a few tries before he can pull enough of his brain out of his dick to rasp, “S’fucking gorgeous p-pussy. So … so wet. Can I lick it Honey, huh? Please lemme lick it. Wanna taste that sweet cunt.”

Bucky gasps, shocked and delighted at Steve’s dirty talk. “Oh, Stevie,” he groans. “Baby. Fuck, yes. I didn’t know you had it in you.” He wraps his hand fully around Steve’s cock and starts jerking him off fast, fast enough that it’s obvious he’s finally aiming to make Steve cum, and Steve chokes on a relieved heave of breath.

"Yes! Oh, thank you!”

Bucky attacks Steve’s neck with his mouth, biting and smearing spit and scraping his teeth over the wet skin. He growls as he watches his fist working furiously over Steve's red, hard dick. “Suck her clit while you fuck her on your fingers,” he rasps. “Tell her she’s a good girl, tell her to ride your face, grind down on your hand. Make sure she knows she’s allowed to let go.”

Steve cries out, guttural and loud like he always gets when his pleasure is cresting. “Bucky, Buck. Honey, oh. F-fuck, m’close.”

“Mmhm. Thaat’s it, Princess,” he says, pitching his voice just so and using that name so that Steve knows. Knows he’s talking to her.

Steve whines, his whole body tight and straining into Bucky’s grip.

“Curl your fucking fingers in her,” Bucky growls. “She’s close. Don’t slow down. Don’t even speed up. She likes what you’re doing now, so don’t you dare fucking change a thing.”

“Bucky!”

“That’s it, Princess, just like that. You’re almost there.”

“Fuck, fuck … ssshit …”

“Ride Daddy’s hand, fuck back on it. Good girl.”

Steve jerks and shouts, cock pulsing in telltale contractions, before searing ropes of come shoot up his stomach and all over Bucky’s hand. “Oh, oh, oh!” He grunts through it with gorgeous sounds, and Bucky’s so in love with the sight of it that he’s not roleplaying anymore when he purrs, “Fucking beautiful, Sweetheart.”

Steve slumps when it’s over, still panting from the pleasure. Bucky eases off, sets his wet and slowly softening dick gently against his stomach. He moves them, guiding Steve to turn over and lie out on his front. He shoves Steve’s legs together and straddles them, swipes his hand that’s covered in Steve’s release into the tight space between his thighs, wetting him up. He growls viciously, pent up and rock hard and ready to fucking cum. He ruts into the wet clench of Steve’s thick thighs, fucking him like he’s got a loose, easy cunt. “Fuck, baby,” he grits, close within a matter of minutes. He chases his orgasm and collapses onto Steve’s broad back when it hits, grinding in hard one last time and shouting loud and guttural with how goddamn good it feels. “Fuck! Ughn, f-ffuuck.”

He comes down heaving, panting against Steve’s skin. Steve is strong enough that he can roll out from under his weight, and he pulls Bucky into his arms and draws his head onto his chest. Bucky goes gratefully, happy to have Steve’s firm pecs as a pillow. “God, honey,” he breathes, wrung out. Steve makes a noise of agreement. They just lie there together, sweaty and spent, catching their breath for a long time.

“... Buck?”

“Yeah?”

“… You’re a good teacher.”

Bucky laughs and crawls up to kiss Steve on the mouth. “Yeah,” he says when they part. “But that wasn’t even the main event.” Steve looks confused for a second, before Bucky slyly clarifies: “You still gotta fuck her. And you know you want to make her cum at least twice.”

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Bucky Barnes

Series (explicit 💦):

Fading Scars • Bucky Barnes gets re-captured by Hydra. He is sent on a mission to abduct a woman named Grace. But he will soon find out that she is all he could ever ask for; his salvation, his whole world.

Super Soldier, Super Dad • For Sergeant Bucky Barnes, life had been filled with nothing but missions and uncertainty. But everything changed when he met his Jane. She walked into his world and cast away the nightmares. She made him smile, made him love again, and gave him life’s most surprising gift— their child.

Alpha Bucky Barnes (explicit 💦)

Craving • Your Alpha returns from his most recent mission, he has missed you and he craves for the scent and feel of your body.

Princess and the King • Urged by a bout of jealousy, your Russian Alpha fucks you from behind.

ONE-SHOTS (No smut ✨)

Unspoken Desires • Bucky hesitates to open up to you, fearing to tell you how much he admires and wants you (takes place during tfatws, shy Bucky)

First Date • Your first date with Bucky (takes place during tfatws, kisses, boyfriend Bucky, fluff)

Into the Heart • How it would feel to be intimate with Bucky Barnes (established relationship, fluff)

Wrapped in affection • Snuggling in bed with Sergeant Barnes (fluff, kisses)

All-consuming Love • Bucky loves you more than anything in the world (implied smut, fluff, intimacy)

The Dance of Raindrops • Caught in a sudden downpour couldn’t be any sweeter (comfort, fluff, intimate kisses)

Fragile Embrace • Bucky is afraid to hug you tightly because of the serum in his system (implied smut, fluff, intimacy)

Caring Boyfriend • Bucky has never before seen you get sick or feel unwell, and now he's in overprotective mode (caring overprotective Bucky, fluff)

Smiles and Smooches • You get drunk and demand kisses and hugs from your boyfriend. He is more than happy to please you. (emotional security, fluff, kisses)

ONE-SHOTS (explicit 💦)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes × Fem!reader (no mention of y/n)

Whispers of Rapture • Bucky wakes up from a nightmare and longs for the warmth of your skin against his (needy Bucky, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, cockwarming)

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes × Fem!reader (no mention of y/n)

Night of Sensual Delights (Halloween Special) • You plan a sweet and romantic Halloween night with but your boyfriend has other ideas for enjoying his candy (oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, cockwarming)

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pascaloverx · 11 months ago

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As It Was (S2)

Chapter Twelve

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Summary: You have a bold idea that obviously leads you and Bucky into an argument. Who doesn't like a wedding?

Author's note: Dear readers, I will be writing this fanfic again. This second season will have shorter chapters and it will probably take me a little longer to update the fanfic but I hope you like it!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS STORY, there may be adult content and verbal and physical violence.

"That's the craziest invention you've ever had, Melisa. Did your ex-husband agree to this whole strategy?" Sam asks after you tell him your plan to capture Steve and Killian.

"What makes you believe I told him before I told the four of you?" I speak confidently that they will see things as I do.

"To recap, do you want to be bait in a fake wedding; making two dangerous men come after you?" Yelena seems to have understood the premise of my genius plan.

"Yes, this marriage will make them want to burn the archives. Despite my father's evidence, the fact that they tried to kill me makes everything worse." The reality is that I can't run away forever. Not knowing when something might happen to you or someone you love.

"What if they don't show up? Are you going to marry Barnes again?" Sam says it like it's the most unlikely thing in the world, considering I was married to Barnes once.

"Whatever, it's better to take a risk and not work out, than to do nothing and live in fear." I say, determined to make this weak team help me capture the man who killed my father and the man who almost killed me.

"I agree with Melisa, living in fear doesn't do any good. Not to mention that her marrying Bucky isn't the end of times. We'll be there to protect the engaged couple after all." Wanda speaks, trying to seek support in her wife's eyes, but Yelena seems unsatisfied.

"This could go very wrong, you could die, we could die too because Barnes won't accept this and we will have to do it without his cooperation. So if everything goes wrong he will take it out on us." Sam's right, Barnes will probably be pissed at them and if I survive at most I'll get two weeks without sex as punishment.

"But if we don't do anything to help Melisa, these two cowards will haunt her life. My friend spent months in a hospital bed and wants her peace back. I think we should give her that." Dave he says with authority, trying to show himself as a supporter of this plan. I hug him gently.

"Give what, to whom?" James Barnes came out of his eternal bath wearing a robe. Look, I didn't tell him about the plan but I know he's going to hate it.

"His ex-wife had an unusual idea to solve a problem. We're trying to figure out if it's worth trying." Yelena responds to Barnes, who looks confused.

"Funny, my ex-wife hasn't said anything to me in the days we've been together. At least nothing about this plan." You know that weird feeling like you're going to get fucked? I'm feeling it now.

"That's because she didn't feel you were ready to accept that plan." I say quietly as if I wished I didn't have to say anything.

"On a scale of one to ten, how much does Melisa put herself in danger in her plan?" He asks, clearly speaking to the rest of the group.

"Nine." Exactly everyone says it together, as if they were synchronized. Barnes looked at me as if to say, now you know why I don't like his plan.

"Baby, there's no way I'm going to agree to this plan. You at least suggested being bait to catch the two mother fuckers that almost killed you and I." It's funny how he says this minutes before grabbing me by the waist and kissing me on the cheek.

"I'm not going to give up on the plan, Barnes. I love you and I respect you. I would like you to respect my plan and follow it. But if you don't, I'll go through with it without you." I said looking into the eyes my ex. I know he wants the best for me but I can't live in this way forever.

"Do you want to end up like your father?" He responds sharply and I move away from him. I think we went back to the beginning of our relationship again. He wants to have the last word and I want to do what's best for me.

"Better to end up like him, than to live a life of fear and cowardice. If you don't understand me, that's your problem. But if you love me that much, you should support me and protect me. It was exactly for this reaction that I didn't tell you the plan." I say this hoping he will say something, say he will accept the plan or that I can't count on him. But I get silence. In fact, he left the house that was once ours and left without saying a word.

"I changed my mind, I'll support you in this. If you need a new fiancé, I'm available. Now I'm going to go and see where your husband went." Sam says kissing my cheek and going after Barnes.

"I still think this plan is crazy but if you're willing to fight Barnes over this, it must be important to you. Count on me, for any plan you have." Yelena says giving me a look of support. I am grateful for her decision to help me.

"These idiots and I are going to help you. Either way we're going to get Steve and Killian. One way or another." Wanda says hugging me and then saying goodbye. Just me and Daven left.

"Wine and ice cream?" Dave says, throwing himself on the couch and turning on my TV. You nod your head, hoping that some movie will take your argument with Barnes out of your mind. To think he was so angry that he came out in a bathrobe. It's even funny.

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buckyssoldat · 6 months ago

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Chapter 53: Desire

Warnings: smut, strong language, alcohol abuse, agression/confrontation, depression, violence/harassment, grief

A/N: This is part of my series, Forsaken - The Fallen Soldier. If you wanna be tagged in this, just send me an ask or a message. Feedback is always appreciated, don’t be shy to share your thoughts on this :)

Closer I get

Can you resist?

It's relentless

It's why

It had been a year since the Snap. Despite still grappling with the profound loss and devastation brought by Thanos’s actions, Alice tried to rebuild her life and forge a new path. She started working in a small coffee shop that was near her apartment.

Her days were always the same – wake up, work for eight hours, go home, sleep, repeat it all over again. It was a boring routine, but it brought her some kind of comfort and sense of purpose. Having a routine was good for her, but she would occasionally fall off the wagon – getting drunk and crying until the early hours of morning was something that happened at least once a month.

Those nights when she felt helpless and depressed usually consisted of the same thing – it was either drinking in her apartment, or going out to a club, flirt with someone and then bring them home for a night of meaningless sex. It wasn’t healthy, but at least it helped forget everything, even if it was just for a few hours.

Luckily for her (or not), no one from the team had tried to contact her during all those months. Not even Steve or Natasha. That shocked her to a certain point, but then she also realized that she didn’t try to contact any of them. Maybe it’s better this way, she always tried to reassure herself, but the truth was, she missed them. She missed everyone that was gone and everyone that was still alive, but she felt as if there was nothing she could do to change it. Sure she could pick up the phone and call them, or even swing by the compound, or Steve’s apartment, but pride got in her way. Maybe in a few weeks she would call them.

As Alice wiped down the counter, a man stormed into the coffee shop. As soon as he saw her, his face twisted with anger. He marched up to the counter, his steps heavy with purpose and slammed his fist down with a loud thud.

“It’s you!” he exclaimed, pointing a finger at Alice. “You’re one of them, aren’t you? One of those Avengers who failed to stop Thanos!”

Alice froze, taken aback by the sudden hostility. For all those months she had been working at the coffee shop, no one had recognized her, of if someone did, never said anything about it.

“I… I’m sorry, sir,” she stammered, her heart pounding in her chest. “I’m really sorry…”

“It’s because of you that my wife and daughter are gone!” he screamed at her. As the man’s accusations pierced through her, Alice’s heart sank, the weight of his words heavy on her shoulders. “I lost everyone I love!”

She took a deep breath, steadying herself as she met his gaze with a mixture of sadness and defeat. “I’m sorry,” Alice said softly, her voice filled with sorrow. “You’re right,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I was an Avenger. And I can’t help but feel responsible for what happened.”

The man’s eyes widened in surprise, as if he hadn’t expected her to admit to her guilt. But Alice refused to hide from the truth, refused to deny the weight of the burden she carried.

“I fought alongside my friends, alongside people who were willing to sacrifice everything to save the world, alongside the man I loved,” she continued, her voice trembling with emotion. “But no matter how hard we tried, no matter how many battles we fought, we couldn’t stop Thanos. And now… now half of the universe is gone because of it. I understand how you feel and I’m really sorry, sir.” As she spoke, she could feel the weight of the man’s accusations begin to lift, replaced by a newfound understanding.

But instead of softening, the man’s expression hardened, his anger burning bright in his eyes.

“Understanding won’t bring them back,” he said, his voice cold and unforgiving. “Apologies won’t change what’s been done. You may have been a hero once, but now… now you’re nothing but a failure.”

Alice flinched at his words, feeling the sting of his condemnation like a knife to her heart.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m so sorry…”

But the man turned away, his back rigid with anger and sorrow. And as Alice watched him go, a tear slipped down her cheek, carrying with it the weight of her regrets. She knew she couldn’t undo the past, couldn’t change what had been done. All she could do was carry the burden of her failures, and pray that someday, somehow, she would find a way to make things right.

As soon as Alice’s shift was over, she quickly said goodbye to her colleagues and left. She couldn’t forget the pain and anger that man felt earlier that day. No matter how hard she tried to focus on her job, his words remained on her brain, like an echo. She knew what would help her take her mind off those troubles – a night of going out, heavy drinking, and maybe meaningless sex. She wanted to feel nothing, at least for one night.

As soon as she arrived at her apartment, she took her work clothes off and put on a tight black dress with spaghetti straps that showed her cleavage. After putting on some black heels, she grabbed a bottle of Asgardian liquor, something that she mixed with the drinks she ordered at the bars to help her get drunk quicker.

Once she was at ‘Tooker Alley’ in Brooklyn, she made her way to the stools in front of the bar.

“Hey Rina,” she greeted the bartender, whom she already knew from her nights of drinking.

Rina glanced up from polishing a glass, a knowing look in her eyes as she saw Alice approach. “Hey Alice,” she replied with a half-smile. “The usual tonight?”

Alice nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, hit me with something strong, Rina. I desperately need it tonight.”

With a word, Rina reach for the whiskey, pouring a generous amount into a glass before sliding it over to her. Alice then poured some of her Asgardian liquor. “Rough day?”

Alice sighed, taking a sip of the drink. “I guess you could say that,” she muttered, her gaze distant as she stared into the golden liquid. “I don’t get into it right now.”

Rina nodded in understanding, her gaze lingering on her for a moment longer before she turned to tend to another customer down the bar.

Alone with her thoughts, Alice let herself drown in the numbing embrace of the alcohol, letting it wash away the guilt and sorrow, if only for a little while. She knew it wasn’t a solution, knew it wouldn’t fix anything, but at that moment, she just needed a break from it all.

“Is this seat taken?”

She turned to see Steve Rogers standing there, a small smile on his face. Surprise flashed through her eyes, quickly followed by a mix of emotions – joy, sadness, longing – all swirling together.

“Steve…” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, as if unsure whether he was real or just a figment of her imagination.

He took her silence as an invitation and slid onto the stool beside her. “Mind if I join you?”

Alice shook her head, still trying to process his sudden appearance. They hadn’t seen or spoken to each other for over a year. “No, not at all. I just… I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Steve chuckled softly, a melancholic look in his eyes. “Funny how life works sometimes, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Alice agreed, her heart pounding in her chest. “Funny.”

They sat in silent for a few minutes, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between them. It had been so long since they last saw each other, since they had a huge fight.

“Look, I just wanna say I’m sorry,” Steve finally said, breaking the silence. “I took things too far last time. You didn’t deserve it.”

Alice looked at him, surprised by his apology. “Yeah, it was rough. But I was stubborn, too. You were just looking out for me, and I pushed you away, like I always do.”

Steve nodded, a remorseful expression softening his features. “I know I can be overprotective sometimes, especially when I’m worried about some I care about. But that’s no excuse for the way I acted. I should have listened to you instead of trying to force my own opinions onto you.”

Alice reached for her drink, swirling the liquid in her glass. “And I should have been more open with you, Steve. I should have let you in instead of shutting you out. I’m sorry too.”

Silence settled between them once more, heavy with the weight of their past mistakes and regrets. But there was also a hint of something else – a flicker of hope, perhaps, that they could move past their differences and find a way to reconcile.

“I miss you, Steve,” Alice admitted quietly, her voice tinged with sadness. “I miss having you by my side.”

A pang of longing shot through Steve’s chest at her words, the memory of their time together flooding his mind. “I miss you too, Alice,” he confessed. “More than you know.”

For a moment, they simply sat there, lost in their own thoughts, their hearts heavy with the weight of what could have been. But then Steve reached out and took her in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Maybe it’s not too late for us, Alice,” he said softly, his eyes searching hers with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. “Maybe we can find a way to move forward, together.”

Alice met his gaze, her heart fluttering in her chest at the prospect of a second chance. “I’d like that,” she whispered, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I’d like that a lot. I miss my best friend.”

Steve’s heart sank when he heard her say ‘best friend’. He thought he was being obvious telling her that he missed her more than she knew. He thought she realized what he meant with that but guess not.

As Alice saw the disappointment in Steve’s eyes, she cursed herself. Maybe she said something that made Steve feel uncomfortable. But she couldn’t let this moment slip away without trying to salvage their friendship.

“Steve,” she began, her voice soft but determined. “I know we’ve both made mistakes, and I know things won’t be easy. But I don’t want to lose you again. You mean a lot to me.”

Steve’s expression softened, a glimmer of hope returning to his eyes. “Alice…”

“You’re my best friend, Steve,” she continued, her voice steady. “You’re the person I care the most about in the world and I love you.”

His breath caught his throat, the weight of her words sinking in. “You do?”

“Of course I love you,” she replied with a smile. “You’re my best friend, my person.”

“Oh,” Steve said with a sad tone that he tried to hide. “I love you too, Alice.”

“Good. So, how about we lighten the mood a bit?” she suggested.

Alice motioned to Rina and ordered a round of drinks, making sure to pour a bit of Asgardian liquor in each drink. As they sipped their whiskeys and chatted, Alice subtly encouraged Steve to have another, and then another, until a warm buzz settled over them both.

With Steve’s inhibitions lowered, Alice saw her change to suggest something a little more adventurous, something she always wanted to do with him. “How about we leave this place and go to a club to dance the night away?” she proposed, her voice laced with enthusiasm.

Steve’s smile faltered slightly, uncertainty flashing in his eyes. “I don’t know, Alice. Going to a club… it’s not really my scene.”

“Come on, Steve,” she urged, her tone playful. “Just this once, please! It’ll be fun, I promise.”

Steve hesitated for a moment longer, his gaze searching hers. But then, with a resigned sigh, he relented. “Alright, Alice. For you.” He didn’t know if it was the alcohol coursing through his veins, or his feelings for Alice that made him accept go to a club, something he had never done before.

A spark of excitement ignited in Alice’s chest as she took his arm in hers, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. “Great! You won’t regret it, I promise!”

Alice led the way out of the bar and into the night, hopeful that this adventure would be just what they needed to rebuild their friendship and find happiness once more.

As they entered the club, the thumping bass and flashing lights engulfed them. Alice couldn’t contain her excitement as she led Steve to the bar, her anticipation palpable.

“Let’s grab a drink,” Alice suggested, her voice barely audible over the music.

Steve nodded in agreement, relieved for the chance to ease into the club scene. They found an empty spot at the bar and ordered their drinks, the clinking of glasses and chatter of the crowd enveloping them.

With their drinks in hand, Alice turned to Steve with a grin. “Here’s to new beginnings,” she said, raising her glass in a toast.

Steve smiled at her. “To new beginnings,” he echoed, clinking his glass against hers before taking a sip.

The warmth of the alcohol spread through them, loosening their inhibitions. Alice couldn’t wait to hit the dance floor, but as she glanced at Steve, she noticed a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

“You ready to dance?” Alice asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

Steve hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between Alice and the dance floor. “I’m not sure, Alice. I think it might be a bit too much for me.”

Alice chuckled, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. “Come on, it’s okay. No one’s gonna be looking at you.”

“I think I’ll just watch for now,” Steve admitted, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Alice smiled understandingly, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze. “That’s okay. You do you. I’ll be on the dance floor if you change your mind.”

With a parting smile, Alice moved away from Steve and onto the dance floor, her hips swaying to the rhythm of the music. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the pulsating beat as she danced with freedom.

Steve watched from the bar, his heart racing as he took in the sight of Alice dancing alone. She moved with a beauty and sexiness that mesmerized him, her energy infectious and intoxicating.

As the music swelled and the lights danced across her skin, Steve felt a warmth spread through him – a warmth that had nothing to do with the alcohol in his hand. He couldn’t tear his eyes from her, couldn’t deny the surge of admiration and desire that coursed through him.

Feeling a surge of determination and courage, Steve set his glass down and made his way onto the dance floor, his heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and excitement. As he approached Alice, she turned to him with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Steve, you made it!” she exclaimed, reaching out to take his hand.

Steve returned her smile, his nerves momentarily forgotten in the warmth of her presence. “Couldn’t let you have all the fun,” he replied, trying to sound more confident than he felt.

As the music pulsed around them, Alice took Steve’s hand and placed it on her waist, guiding his other hand into position. Steve stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do next, until Alice let out a laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, a hint of self-consciousness creeping into his voice.

Alice shook her head, her laughter infectious. “You, Steve! You dance like it’s the 40s!”

Steve felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, but before he could respond, Alice had already closed the distance between them, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer.

“Relax, Cap,” she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. “Just follow my lead.”

With Alice’s guidance, Steve found himself moving to the rhythm of the music, his body slowly loosening up as he surrendered to the moment. At first, he felt clumsy and out of place, but as Alice pressed her body against his, he began to find his rhythm, moving in sync with her with a newfound confidence.

“This is nice,” he said into her ear.

“Yeah, it’s very nice,” she replied to him, staring at his lips. She didn’t know if it was the alcohol, or if it was the loneliness, but she wanted to kiss Steve.

Suddenly, Alice leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his as she closed the distance between them in a gentle, passionate kiss. Steve’s heart skipped a beat as he responded eagerly, the warmth of her touch sending shivers down his spine.

As they kissed, a surge of electricity coursed through Steve’s veins, igniting a fire within him that he hadn’t felt in a long time. His hands instinctively found their way to Alice’s waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss.

Alice’s hands roamed over Steve’s back, her touch igniting a primal desire within him. As their bodies moved in sync with the music, their kiss grew more fervent, more passionate, until they were lost in a whirlwind of desire.

But just as Steve’s mind began to cloud with lust, Alice suddenly squeezed his ass, making him pull away from the kiss.

“That really is America’s ass,” she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Steve couldn’t help but laugh at her comment, the tension between them momentarily broken. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he replied, his voice tinged with amusement.

With a playful smile, Alice leaned in to kiss him once more, her lips tasting of whiskey. As the night wore on, their dance grew more intimate, their bodies pressed together as they moved as one.

Alice whispered in Steve’s ear, her voice husky with desire. “Do you wanna get out of here?” she asked, her lips brushing against his skin.

Steve’s heart raced at the suggestion, his mind buzzing with anticipation. “I’d like that,” he replied. “My place is just a few blocks away.”

With a shared smile, Alice took Steve’s hand in hers, leading him off the dance floor and out into the night. The cool air brushed against their skin as Alice and Steve walked hand in hand through the dimly lit streets. The silence between them was charged with anticipation, each step bringing them closer to Steve’s apartment.

As they reached his building, Steve fumbled with his keys for a moment before finally unlocking the door. He led Alice inside, the air thick with tension as they stepped into the warmth of his apartment.

Once inside, a sense of awkwardness settled over them, the weight of their desire hanging heavy in the air. Steve cleared his throat, breaking the silence as he offered Alice something to drink.

“Um, do you want something to drink? I have water, beer, uh, whiskey?” he stammered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Alice smiled reassuringly, her nerves matching his. “Water would be great, thanks,” she replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

As Steve disappeared into the kitchen, Alice took a moment to compose herself, her heart racing. She couldn’t believe she was there, in Steve’s apartment, about to spend the night with him. It felt so surreal that she started to question if it was a good idea to probably ruin her friendship with Steve just because she was lonely and horny. But that was something they would worry about the next day. Taking a deep breath to compose herself, she quickly took off her dress, leaving her only in a red lacy bra with matching panties.

When Steve returned, carrying two glasses of water, his breath caught in his throat, and he almost dropped the glasses on the floor. Alice was wearing only her underwear, her skin glowing in the soft light of the apartment.

Steve’s eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks flushing with heat as he tried to tear his gaze away, which seemed to be impossible at that moment. As he set the glasses down on the coffee table before sinking onto the couch beside her, Alice seemed unfazed.

“Here you go,” he said, handing her a glass of water.

“You okay over there, Steve?” Alice asked him with a grin, her gaze fixed on his groin.

Steve grabbed his glass with trembling hands, his mind reeling with desire. “It’s, uh, it’s… Uh, I’m sorry,” he managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper.

Alice grabbed his hands and made him put down the glass on the coffee table. She then leaned in closer, her lips hovering just inches from his.

“Shall we continue what we were doing back at the club?” she whispered while brushing her lips against his.

Steve didn’t answer her. Instead, he put his hands on her hips and pulled her closer to him, kissing her passionately.

“You’re way too overdressed,” she murmured between kisses as she started to unbutton his shirt. They stopped kissing for Steve to take off his shirt and throw it away somewhere in the living room. Alice kissed his neck and then all the way down to his abs, making Steve’s breath hitch.

He pushed her down on the couch, lying on top of here while they continued kissing. Alice finally made the first move – she unbuckled his belt and put her right hand inside his boxers, feeling his throbbing member around her hand. She wrapped her hand around it, slowly moving it up and down.

Steve let out a loud moan, which made Alice want him even more. But just as the flames of desire threatened to consume him, Steve pulled away. “Maybe we should take this to the bedroom,” he whispered, his voice husky with lust.

With a shared smile, they rose from the couch and made their way to the bedroom, their hands intertwined.

Once they got there, Alice pushed Steve onto the bed and got on top of him. They continued to passionate kiss each other, while she tried to take off his pants at the same time. Sensing her frustration, Steve helped her get his pants off. She then smiled at him and took off her bra, showing him her breasts. He stared at them for a few seconds until he put his hands on them, massaging them. He then took one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Alice had her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling his hair due to the pleasure he was giving to her.

As he played with her nipples, she started to rock her hips against him, making both feel pleasure. They continued this for a few minutes, until Alice finally decided it was enough and she needed more. She got up and took off her panties and then Steve’s boxers. He was absolutely mesmerized by her beauty, which made her smile.

Grabbing his dick with one hand and using the other to help her sit down, she guided it into her entrance and started jumping up and down. Steve let out a moan with pleasure, which made Alice quicken her pace. Putting her hands on her hips, he started to guide her, quickening the pace even more.

Soon, the room was filled with the sound of moans and hitched breaths as both searched their highs.

“Steve…” she moaned as she threw her head back with pleasure.

Steve reached his climax first, but Alice kept bouncing up and down, trying to orgasm. Not even a few seconds later, she screamed his name in pleasure as she climaxed. “Steve!” She pushed him down on the bed, her lying on top with him still inside her. They ended up falling asleep in that position, holding each other.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as Steve stirred awake. He blinked sleepily, his mind still fuzzy with the remnants of dreams as stared at Alice, who was sleeping on his chest. He looked down and noticed he was still inside her, the exact same way they fell asleep the previous night. Trying not to get aroused again, he slowly lifted her up and lied her down next to him.

Carefully, so as not to wake her up, Steve slid out of bed, put on his boxers, and made his way to the kitchen. He brewed a pot of coffee, the rich aroma filling the air as he prepared breakfast.

As the smell of coffee floated through the apartment, Alice stirred awake, her eyes fluttering open as she stretched out. She felt the pain in her muscles as she stretched out, due to the previous night’s occurrence. Grabbing one of Steve’s t-shirts and putting it on, she made her way to the kitchen.

“Morning,” Steve greeted her with a smile, pouring her a cup of coffee.

“Morning,” Alice replied, her voice husky with sleep as she sat in one of the chairs. She took a sip of the coffee, sighing contentedly at the warmth that spread through her.

They sat in comfortable silence as they drank their coffee, basking in each other’s company as they savoured the quiet moments of the morning.

Eventually, Steve broke the silence, his voice soft as he spoke. “Last night was… incredible,” he said, his gaze meeting Alice’s.

Alice smiled, reaching out to take his hand in hers. “Yeah, it was,” she agreed, her mind swelling with happiness at the thought of the night they had shared.

“So…” he stared, unsure of what to say. “What does last night mean to you?”

“It doesn’t have to mean anything, Steve,” she started. “We both felt lonely, and we were there for each other. You and me together, it feels like the right thing to do.”

Steve smiled, a tender look in his eyes. “I know we’ve both been through a lot, and I don’t want to rush into anything. But I can’t deny how last night felt to me, Alice. I haven’t felt that way in a long time.”

“Me too, Steve,” she agreed with him.

As they looked ahead to the future, Steve and Alice knew that they had found something special in each other – a stable relationship that made him feel not so lonely anymore. Both knew that the love of their lives would always be Bucky and Peggy, but they were gone and there was nothing they could do. All they could do was move on and doing that together seemed like the right choice.

tags: @capswife

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samlacy · 9 months ago

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Masterlist & Intro

HELLO!! My name is ila (for short, ilan also works idc tbh^^)

I am a HUGE reader and part time writer :)

I highly suggest to check the tags before reading my fics because I mostly write angst with a side of smut

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Im multifandom, which means I write about marvel, supernatural, csm, etc.!!

I write ships AND x readers, just request!!

Okay enough about me, here is the masterlist

MARVEL

**ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

- Hobie Brown

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Angst & Hurt no comfort / x reader

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Angst & Hurt no comfort / x reader

• False pleasure (I will be good for you)

Semi-Angst & Smut/ x reader

• Hot Man

Drabble / x reader

• Apron

Fluff / x reader

**AVENGERS

- Steve Rogers

• Love Me, Touch me (be the first who ever did)

Smut / Virgin!Reader

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Smut / x reader

• Thighs

Smut / x reader

- Tony Stark

• …

ORIGINAL WORK

- MLM (men love men)

• Don’t Leave Me Here (Shivering In The Disappearance Of Your Warmth)

Angst / slight smut

SUPERNATURAL

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• Let me go, I’m starving

Sastiel (SamxCastiel) / Smut & Angst

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• One Last Time

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marvelvillian23 · 1 year ago

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Does anyone know any Basement Wife fics. Multi chapter preferably but any fic will do.

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ellie--eille · 2 years ago

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Why writing is so hard

(TW: This gets Emotional)

Brain: we need the Pulitzer this time. We gotta nail the plot, pacing, characterisation, arcs. Don't forget spelling, grammar, paragraph spacing, chapter breaks. We need cliff-hangers, twists, we need _subtext_, —over-text—, uber-text, ALLL THE TEXT...

Heart: And, and, and how about a whole paragraph about the exact colour of his eyes under very specific lighting conditions when he's in that mood that only he gets in because he's so him.

Brain: We're going to have you measure how wide his pupils have dilated. I need to check the scales of measurement for pupils in the optometric scientific journal again. Now where did I save that on the hard drive...? Fuck it, I'm logging into the university library portal...

Heart: Ooh! Let's write a 1000 word 'Ode to the D!"

Brain: YES, HIS COCK!!!

Dearest mutual,

I regret to inform you that the update I promised to deliver promptly is running a little bit late...

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year ago

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don't smile

kinktober, day two

a/n: okay but sometimes a handful of photos just come together as if they were made for each other.... like, damn....

warnings: steve rogers x reader, smut, established relationship, size kink, blowjob, throat fucking, aftercare

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Thick thighs firmly planted on either side of your chest, hovering above you, Steve’s staggering girth stretched out your lips as he fed you more and more of his length, fucking your throat like a toy till eventually, with a beautifully strained curse, the movements of his hip slackened as his load shot down your gullet.

Grip digging into the headboard, Steve gently reeled back, sliding his twitching cock out of your mouth.

When a blissful smile spread across your features, so came a light groan, “ah man,” swiftly moving your chin gently from side to side as you caught your breath, “my jaw,” the soreness now becoming prevalent from how you’d had to nearly unhinge it, almost snake-like, in order to accommodate your love.

Scooting further down your body, Steve’s hand found the side of your face, lying there on the pillow, “don’t smile, sweetheart,” his fingertips gently circled over the tender muscles, “relax.”

Grin only growing wide, you then giggled dotingly, “you can’t tell me not to smile, mister,” your own fingers fluttering over his as you gazed lovingly up into his warm eyes.

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sarahowritesostucky · 10 months ago

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��"Temporary Custody"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky; Steve x Bucky

Word Count: 3658

Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange

Trigger warnings: This story contains background themes of eating disordered behavior, body image issues, self-harm, and alcohol abuse.

Wait! I haven't read an earlier chapter of this fic! Story Masterpost

3. Cream filled Sponge Cakes (with chemicals)

Bucky

They plan out what they’re going to do when they get to the hospital on the car ride over.

“I think it’s best if you wait outside at first,” Bucky says, glancing away from the road for a second to try and gauge Steve’s reaction to this. He looks neutral. “Just because she’s already pissed,” he adds. “And it’ll probably be overwhelming having one person telling her they’re taking custody, let alone two.”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees. “That makes sense.”

Bucky holds his hand out over the center console, waiting for Steve to take it. He does, and Bucky grips his hand tight. “I’ll get the initial stuff out of the way. I’m sure there’s gonna be a ton of paperwork.”

“What if she refuses?” Steve worries. “She can, right?”

Bucky sighs. “Yeah. I don’t have any legal hold on her. Yet. I’ll just have to try and talk sense into her, get her to see that we’re better than the alternative.”

Steve gives his hand a squeeze back. “You can do it.”

Bucky sighs. “I hope so. I really do.” Inside though, he’s already not so sure.

They get to the hospital about forty-five minutes after Bucky’d hung up from the phone call with the police officer. He spots a cruiser parked outside when they approach the emergency room, and it rankles his nerves to think of Mary being forcibly shoved into the back seat of said car.

He goes to the check in desk with Steve and asks for Officer Santiago. “I got a call about an involuntary hold. My submissive,” he says.

The woman at the desk does a double take at that, looking up and down Bucky where he stands like she’s just realized he’s a different species. “Oh,” she says. “You're one of those?”

Bucky ignores it, but he can sense Steve tensing up by his side, indignant on his behalf. “Yes,” he says. “I am.” He’s not going to waste time getting on his spiel about mental illness and stigmatization. They’ve got bigger problems right now. “I’m going to need her records,” he says, injecting authority into his tone. “And any paperwork for transfer of custody. The cops brought her in. Name’s Mary.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and tries to look self-assured while he waits, because he doesn’t know what he’ll do if the woman demands a last name.

It takes her several minutes to gather everything up for Bucky. She hands it all over to him and says, “That’s the paperwork for custody. The attending physician should be able to provide you with her medical workup.” She points to a set of double doors. “You go down that hallway and to the left. Bed number four.”

Bucky nods and thanks her, then turns to Steve.

“I know,” Steve says, putting on a brave smile. “I’ll wait here.”

“Baby.” Bucky steps close, pulling him into his arms. Steve’s physically just a little bigger than him, and Bucky has always liked the novelty of that. He kisses him gently and then rests their foreheads together for a moment, letting Steve feel their connection. “I love you,” he says quietly. “You’re the best thing I could ever hope for, you know that?”

Steve’s smile is more natural, now. “Yeah I know it.” He gives Bucky another kiss and stands back. “Hey, what about this?” He knocks on Bucky’s shoulder—the metal one. “She know about that?”

Bucky realizes that he’s not wearing his glove, and tries to remember if he’d had it on at the café. He frowns. “Oh well. I don’t think that’s going to be her main focus, not after I explain everything to her.”

“Yeah.” Steve gives him a light push. “I Love you. Now on and get the hard part over with. I’ll be here when you need me.”

Bucky nods. He knows he will. He goes back to the check in desk, one last question on his mind. “Is there a food court or something around here?”

Mary

Mary’s taken a break from saying pissy things to the cop who’s guarding her. She’s been so angry, she’s felt like her skin’s boiling. But now she’s starting to get tired, too. She hadn’t slept last night, just stayed up and gabbed on the phone to that crisis counselor.

She grits her teeth as she fumes about that, feeling betrayed all over again. That bitch had called the cops on her!

“You can tell me anything you want to. I’m here to listen, remember?”

Liar!

“I hope you know I don’t have insurance,” Mary snaps at the officer. He’s sitting in a chair in her little curtained off area. He regards her coolly, saying nothing, and she jerks her head to indicate the emergency room. “And I’m not paying a single red cent for any of this.” So far, they’ve taken her blood, her pulse, an EKG, and sent in nurses, a resident, and several shrinks. They’d tried to put an IV in her but she’d ripped it out as soon as nobody was looking. “I’m suing the hospital,” she adds. “And you. I’m suing the whole police department.”

“Okay,” Santiago says, annoyingly calm.

Mary growls, rattling her hand where it’s cuffed to the bed rail. “This is unconstitutional!”

There’s the sound of a throat clearing, and then the curtain to their area is being pulled aside. Mary’s eyes go wide when she sees who it is. “You?!”

Bucky smiles politely at her. “Me.” He steps into the curtained room, a little snack bag in his hand. He holds it up to show her, and she sees the Hostess logo. It’s a bag of little … sponge cake pastries. “Best I could do on such short notice. They’re for you, if you behave,” he says, talking to her like a pet being offered a treat.

Mary wrinkles her nose. “Pass. D’you even know all the chemicals they put in those things?”

Bucky shrugs and turns to offer them to officer Santiago, who more than happily accepts. Mary pouts as she watches him rip open the bag and stuff one in his mouth.

“How are you doing, Mary?”

She turns her attention to Bucky and scowls at the way he uses her name like he knows her. “Awful,” she says. She jerks her head at Santiago. “Officer Dickwad over here won’t let me have my phone.”

“Language,” Santiago says dispassionately, through a mouthful of cake.

“Shut up and eat your fucking donut, Rent’a’cop.”

Bucky

He puts his foot down once she starts flinging curses and insults at the officer. As a paramedic, Steve is always in and out of emergency rooms, often working in coordination with law enforcement to deal with uncooperative patients. So Bucky knows just how much drama and belligerence these guys have to deal with on the regular.

“Hey,” he says sternly. “Don’t disrespect him. He’s just doing his job.” He’s not mean about it, but it’s verging on what Steve likes to call his “Dom” voice, and Bucky can see how it affects Mary. She freezes up, all of her focus on him. For a few seconds, she even forgets to be angry. Bucky takes the opportunity to step close to the bed. He eyes where she’s cuffed to the rail. “Mary,” he says gently. “I know you don’t want to be here. I know you’re angry.”

“You’re damn right I am,” she growls. “They just showed up and threw me in a cop car! Didn’t even give me a choice!”

Bucky reaches out and places his hand atop her cuffed wrist. It’s his metal hand. Her eyes widen when she sees it, but she doesn’t pull away. “I know,” Bucky says. “And I’m sorry it happened that way. But do you understand why people were concerned for your safety?”

Her face tenses up as she tries to hold back some emotion (something tells Bucky it isn’t anger, this time). “They called the cops,” she pouts. “They lied to me.”

“They did,” Bucky agrees, wanting to placate her. “But you were hurting yourself, honey. And you were talking about doing worse, weren’t you?”

She can’t meet his eyes, instead staring at where he’s holding her wrist. “I … I talked about a lot of things,” she mumbles. “It was just talk. I don't even remember half of it. I didn’t … I wasn’t really gonna do anything.”

“Can you show me where you hurt yourself?” Bucky asks, careful to keep his voice gentle. “I want to see how bad it is.”

Mary shivers, shaking her head sadly. Her hair is loose and hanging messy around her face, so Bucky reaches up to tuck it behind her ear. He hears her give a quiet, shaky inhale. “Come on now,” he coaxes. “Let me see.”

For a long moment, it seems like she won’t obey, but then her shoulders sink down and she takes a deep breath and lets it out, whispering a tiny little. “... kay,” as her hands creep down to take hold of the tee shirt she’s wearing. It’s extra large, going all the way to her knees, and it’s all she’s wearing. Bucky doesn’t know if the police brought her in that way, or if it’s something the hospital gave her to put on after being examined, but either way, he schools his expression as she edges the tee shirt up her leg, higher and higher, until it becomes apparent that she is wearing underwear, and she’s bared her hip to him.

Cutting, then.

Bucky looks her over, not as upset by the fresh cuts so much as the old ones. They litter the skin of her upper thigh and hip—some so old they’re scars, some still in various stages of healing. Bucky forces himself not to touch, even though his brain is screaming at him to fix fix fix! There’s nothing here that can be fixed easily—certainly not with a bandaid. Bucky takes a moment to calm himself down before he asks, “How long have you been doing this, honey?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she whispers. She shoves the tee shirt back down and meets his eyes. “Why are you here?”

Moment of truth, Bucky thinks. “The police called me. They got my number from your phone. They wanted to call your Dom to come get you.”

She frowns, looking confused. “But … you’re not—”

“Officer Santiago,” Bucky says quickly, cutting her off. “Could you give us a moment alone please?”

“Sure.” Santiago gets up and takes his bag of cakes with him. “Just a couple’a minutes,” he warns, then steps outside the curtain and pulls it shut. Bucky can see as his shoes walk away.

“You told them you were my Dom?!” Mary hisses.

Bucky looks at her sternly. “No. They assumed I was. You had me in your phone.”

“I … I did?”

Bucky’s mouth quirks. “Yeah, you did.”

“Well that doesn’t mean anything,” she huffs. “I’m not even submissive.”

“I think you know that’s not true,” Bucky says. He reaches up and gathers her hair back in one fist and pulls—gently, just enough to put the barest of pressure on her scalp—forcing her to raise her chin. She visibly reacts to it, softening into his grip, eyes slipping closed and features going slack. “You like that,” Bucky says, making it a statement rather than a question, because it’s obvious she does.

Her eyes open slowly. “S’nothing. It doesn’t mean anything.”

He releases her hair, cupping the back of her neck instead. He grips her firmly in his hand, and this time she nearly moans, lips parting and the sound coming out before she can fully stifle it. Bucky’s mouth curls and he hums. “And that? Is that ‘nothing’ too?”

“Please.” She’s having a hard time maintaining eye contact, which is typical. There’s a little pinch between her eyebrows that’s so sweet and needy, Bucky wants to kiss it. It makes her look like she might cry, and that thrills him too. “Please,” she whispers. “I just wanna go home.”

“You’re not going home, Honey,” he tells her, keeping the grip on her neck steady and petting at her hair with his other hand. She’s going down a little, likely so easily because of the alcohol in her system, because of how deprived she’s been until now. She whines a little at his words and he shushes her. “They won’t let you. You’re either gonna have to let me take you, or else stay here in the hospital, in the psych ward.”

Mary whimpers. “No.”

“Shhh,” he soothes. “I know. I don’t want that for you either, but you have to make the choice. If you want to leave here, then you have to sign the paperwork that gives me custody of you.” He tilts her chin up. “Look at me now, Honey.” She’s sluggish, so it takes a second, but her eyes come up as she obeys. They’re a little glossy, pupils blown wide, and Bucky gives her neck an encouraging squeeze. “Good girl,” he praises.

She practically melts at hearing that. “Please …” she says again.

Bucky would bet money that she doesn’t know what she’s asking for. He does, though. He knows down to the marrow of his bones what a ‘please’ like that means. “Don’t worry, Doll. I’ll take care of you. I will.” He bends and pecks a kiss to her forehead, then steps away. She makes a weak noise of protest and he shushes her.

“I’m just gonna go get officer Santiago back. … And my husband, Steve.”

She blinks at the word ‘husband’. “Steve?” she repeats, shoulders shrinking as she pulls into herself. “But—”

“It’s okay,” Bucky promises. “He’s a very nice man. You’ll like him.”

Mary looks unsure. Bucky’s glad she’s down, otherwise he’s fairly certain she’d be arguing by now, maybe even pitching a fit and cursing. Instead, what comes out of her mouth is a hesitant little, “... He’s like you?”

“No. No he’s not designated. He’s—”

“Normal.” She says it so sadly, sounds so demoralized. Bucky has to fight the urge to correct her, to give her a speech about how, ‘just because they’re designated, it doesn’t make them abnormal’. He bites his tongue. What’s more important right now is that she’s making progress in accepting the reality that she’s almost certainly submissive.

“Yeah,” he says. “Steve’s not like us. But I wanted him to come in here and meet you. Do you think you can do that for me, Sweetie?” The pet names come naturally, are a part of his dynamic as a Dom, and Bucky can tell that she responds favorably to them. “Hm? Answer me, Mary.”

(And of course, the use of her name gets instant attention and obedience.)

“Okay,” she says. “Yes.”

He smiles and gives her a heartfelt, “Good girl,” wanting to show her that he’s pleased, that she’s doing well. “I’m gonna go get him, okay? I’ll be right back.”

Steve

Steve is equal parts excited and nervous to meet the woman Bucky has found, the woman they’re going to be taking care of. … Maybe more, if things work out.

He holds Bucky’s hand as he’s led back to where the emergency room beds are. Bucky draws back the curtain and Steve sees the cop sitting there, looking bored, … and her.

“Oh,” he breathes. “Hey.”

She’s pretty—which is saying a lot, because that’s Steve’s first thought, despite the state of her. She’s got goo gobs of dark eye makeup that it looks like she put on once she was already drunk, and by now it’s been smeared to kingdom come by tears and her own hands. Her hair sits messy and unbrushed around her shoulders, and her eyes are glazed and tired from a high that’s probably going to wear off soon and leave her looking even more exhausted than she already does.

“Hey,” Steve says, eyes flicking up and down her body where she’s sitting on the bed. She’s wearing nothing but a big tee shirt, and Steve allows himself one glance down at her shapely legs, then resolutely keeps his eyes trained upwards. She’s a disheveled mess, but even like that, Steve can see how she drew Bucky’s attention, that day in the café.

“Hi,” Mary says.

Steve smiles hopefully. By his side, Bucky squeezes his hand in encouragement, and offers, “Mary, this is Steve, my husband.”

Steve watches her face, curious to know what she thinks of Bucky being married. He’s expecting displeasure maybe, imagining that a submissive would feel jealous or upset, if their prospective Dom was already attached to someone else.

But she seems to stay calm, sitting there and taking Steve in with slow blinks, even looking a little bit shy herself. “... You’re big,” she eventually says. “I thought you’d be smaller than him.”

Steve grins and he hears Bucky’s scoffed, “Size has nothing to do with our dynamic.”

Steve knows he’s got half an inch on Bucky, more muscle mass too, but he’s never felt bigger than his husband. Bucky’s personality, his dominance, is larger than Steve.

Mary’s still staring at him, a thoughtful little pinch between her eyebrows. Steve waits in expectation of a question, but none comes. “What?” he asks. He pulls up the room’s extra plastic chair and sits close to the bed, offering her his hand. He’s surprised when she takes it. Steve stares thoughtfully at his hand as she drags her fingers over his fingers, his palm, still not saying anything. He looks over at Bucky, concerned. “Did they give her drugs?”

Thankfully, Bucky chuckles and shakes his head. “She’s down,” he explains.

Oh. Okay. That’d explain her calm affect. Steve had come in here halfway expecting a screaming hellcat. He hadn’t expected this. He turns back to Mary, giving her a friendly look. “Did you have questions you wanted to ask me?”

She bites her lip, clearly working something out in her head. “Bucky said you two have a ‘dynamic’.”

“He did.”

“But he said you’re normal.”

Steve’s lips thin once he figures out what she means. “We’re all normal,” he scolds. “But no, I don’t have ‘Dominant or Submissive Personality Disorder’, if that’s what you mean.” He puts sarcastic quotes around words to clearly convey his distaste for the classification. He wants her to know how ridiculous he finds it.

“Babe,” Bucky warns quietly from behind. “We’re not getting political right now, okay? Just focus on her, on what we have to do.”

“Right, sorry.” He knows that Bucky’s right, so he tries again, telling Mary, “I’m ‘normal’, but Bucky and I still have a very intimate relationship together. We’re husbands. So yeah, we’ve developed our own dynamic. When I’m with him I tend to follow his lead, so to speak.” He smiles and shrugs. “It works for us.”

Mary looks like she’s thinking this new information over. There’s a slowness to her, a dreaminess in her expressions and her reactions.Steve figures it’s a combination of her being down, and not being sober. In fact, he can smell the vodka leaking out of her pores. It’s actually pretty horrible. “So does that make sense?” he prods her gently. “Mary?”

“… Yeah, I think so.” She eyes him up and down, looking back and forth between him and Bucky. “What will you do?” she asks Steve. She blushes a little from asking the question, so he deduces that she’s asking what he’ll do with her; what their dynamic together will be, outside of her and Bucky.

“I’ll take care of you,” he says, because that’s all he knows for sure, and he wants her to feel safe. Steve knows that it’s absolutely crucial for this woman to feel safe right now, if they’re going to take her home with them. “Bucky and I both will.” He holds her hand—the one that isn’t cuffed to the bed—enveloping it between his. “It’ll be much better than staying here,” he promises. “You’ll be so safe. And much happier.”

Mary’s body draws in, seems to actually get smaller as she pulls back into herself. “I’m never happy,” she says mournfully. It hurts Steve’s heart to see it, so he knows it must be killing Bucky, given his overly protective instincts. Steve glances over at him. “Babe?”

Bucky has a clipboard full of papers, which Steve knows must be the custody orders. “Here, Honey,” he tells Mary, handing her the clipboard and the pen. “This is what you have to sign to be able to come home with us.”

It kind of bothers Steve that Bucky doesn’t encourage her to read through the documents more thoroughly, but he doesn’t say anything because he knows they have only the best intentions for her. She’ll be safe with them. He watches as she signs her signature in the places Bucky points out, trying to scan some of the fine print as she goes. Anxiety is written across her face and she starts to bite at the chapped skin on her bottom lip. “But, um … what if I’m not what you think?” she worried, not looking at either of them.

Bucky pets her hair and reassures her. “You are, sweetheart. Trust me. And we’re gonna take you to a therapist anyway, to get an official diagnosis.”

Normally Steve would be scoffing at the word “diagnosis,” but he’s too busy watching the two of them together. There’s a strange feeling in his gut, at seeing his husband touch Mary like that, at hearing him call her pet names and calmly take control of her. Steve’s never seen Bucky dom another person before, and he … he kind of doesn’t hate it. In fact, it’s actually making him feel all the more attracted to Bucky, and curious about Mary. Like he wants to help, wants to get to know her.

She signs the rest of the documents without making a fuss, so Steve figures he’ll be getting that chance.

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Chapter 18 Reunited

Warnings (whole series): Violence, Non-Con Abduction, Explicit Sexual Content, Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, Sexual Tension, First Time, Emotional Sex, Protective Bucky, Angst with a Happy Ending, Soft Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Barnes Gets all the Love he deserves.

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Tony swirled in the air, gliding in his suit. Using his tech, he scanned the building Grace had instructed him to infiltrate. Felicity Landon's secret work lay concealed within an abandoned hotel in Croatia, safeguarded within a vault buried several meters beneath the ground. However, the entire structure was rigged to collapse at the slightest sign of a break-in. And even if they somehow managed to access the vault, all the critical information was secured within an impenetrable metal case, programmed to unlock only through Grace's iris scan.

Felicity Landon had meticulously planned every detail of this operation, accounting for potential risks and unwanted attention. Unfortunately for them, their operation was bound to attract a lot of attention. So that was their plan for today: Tony would take to the skies, launching missiles at the building while Grace and Braylon provided support from their jet. They had chosen a specific date and time to minimize civilian presence.

Once the building was torn down, Tony would analyze the scale of the collision and proceed to the vault. He'd use Iron Man's strength to dig through the remains, reach the vault and hack it open to retrieve the suitcase. Then, he would return to the jet, passing the case to Grace for her to unlock. So far, their plan unfolded seamlessly, with Braylon and Grace closely monitoring the situation.

"You're doing great, Tony," Grace's voice reverberated in his ear.

Tony let out a self-satisfied chuckle. "These new sensor missiles are pretty nifty!"

"Boss is going all out!" Braylon chimed in, deftly steering the jet away from the crumbling building.

"So much for being subtle," Grace muttered with a soft laugh.

"Subtlety isn't really my style," Tony quipped while he cleared away the wreckage and advanced to the vault.

Grace's concern surfaced. "What if Hydra is nearby?"

Braylon grinned confidently. "We'll take 'em down without breaking a sweat."

"Can't you practically smell the sweet smell of success?" Tony said as he dismantled the debris and headed toward the vault's entrance. "Found it. I'll get the case and—"

"Uh, boss, we've got unexpected visitors," Braylon interrupted. "As it appears, Captain America and his friends are on their way. Wakandan forces are intercepting our signals, taking charge of our communications—"

"Great, just what I needed," Tony grumbled, his earpiece making jagged sounds.

"Stark," Steve's stern tone resonated, cutting through the static.

Tony released an exasperated sigh. "Alright, Cap. What's the occasion?"

"The question is, what brought you here?" James echoed through the intercom, angry and anxious.

James is here... Grace thought, the mere sound of his voice filling her like warm sunshine. His sudden appearance caused her body to numb and her throat to tighten. She remained silent, completely moveless in her seat.

"Unfortunately, I can't answer that question," Tony replied in his usual cheeky tone.

"We're tracking Silas," T'Challa's voice joined the conversation as he disembarked from his aircraft. "He owes me some explanations."

"Greetings, Your Majesty," Tony responded with his trademark charm. "By all means, go ahead and have him."

Sam intervened. "Hydra soldiers approaching from the South! They're coming in real fast, probably because of the serum. Silas must be hiding somewhere close."

T'Challa hummed. "I shall deal with him."

"Where's Grace?" James asked, his voice filled with worry and impatience.

"I don't know who you're talking about," Tony replied, feigning ignorance. He let out a frustrated sigh upon noticing the glint of Barnes' arm in the distance. The ex-soldier had joined the battle and he didn't look pleased. On the contrary, he was smashing one super soldier after the other, his face a rigid grimace.

"Don't play games with me! Is she aboard your jet?" James said and peered at the floating aircraft above him. "How can you bring her out on a mission?"

"She's a guest with a special request," Tony replied. "I'm assisting her."

After some digging in cement and metal, Tony emerged from the barrage of the ruins, clutching the invaluable suitcase in his hand. Nothing could stop him from snatching it, not even the sudden commotion. He was ready to fly away when two Hydra operatives lunged at him, coming out of nowhere. He had not expected that and as a result, he got punched and tossed aside like a discarded rag.

"More company? Seriously?" Tony muttered under his breath as he quickly regained his footing, countering their assaults with swift precision. He hurled himself toward the opponents, unleashing bursts of energy from his armed gauntlets.

"I'll provide backup, boss," Braylon declared, maneuvering the jet into a strategic combat position.

"Much appreciated, Babo," Tony said, his focus on the ongoing battle. Braylon swiftly joined the battle, his shots synchronized with those from Steve's jet and the combined forces of the Wakandans.

"Why isn't she responding? Grace?" James's voice reverberated through the intercom. "Grace!"

At the sound of her name coming out of his lips, she fidgeted, butterflies churning in her stomach. Pure terror enveloped her and she did the only thing she could think of and turned off her earpiece.

"Tsk..." Tony breathed out and checked the data on his screen. "You made her turn off her earpiece. Anyway, I'm taking charge. Fend off the Hydra agents while I do my stuff."

"No!" James cried out but it was all in vain. The signal was forcefully cut off.

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Almost an hour had passed, the fight leaving them all panting and blinking through exhaustion. James hoisted himself from the ground and approached Tony, who had just removed his iron helmet, clutching a metal suitcase in hand. They had taken down the super soldiers, but Silas was once again attempting to escape and a serious decision had to be made. Cap and Sam were chasing after him.

"Is she up there?" James said, eyes wide and icy with panic.

"Why meet her?" Tony faced him and took a cautious step forward. "It was your choice to leave her behind."

"I need to see for myself that she's safe."

Tony was about to respond, but Sam interjected, "Hate to break it to you, but T'Challa and the Dora Milage are on Silas's tail. I had my eyes on them, but they refused my help."

"In that case, we should let the Wakandans handle it," Steve advised. "Capturing Silas is a matter of honor for them. It's best if we don't interfere."

"Agreed. My job here is done," Tony said, his thrusters preparing to take flight. Yet, James seized his collar, causing them both to hover in the air.

"I'm coming with you!"

"Seriously?" Tony grumbled, grappling with the added weight. With little choice left, he adjusted their trajectory, moving through the air at a more deliberate pace. When they set foot inside the jet, they were welcomed by Babo, but Grace was nowhere to be seen.

"Welcome aboard, boss," Braylon greeted them, his gaze shifting from Tony to the huge man beside him. "And who's this? If I may ask, where—"

"Step aside," James said and strode boldly, slightly shoving him and causing him to stumble back.

"You're being a little rude, don't you think?" Tony said, trailing closely behind as they made their way inside the jet, with Braylon in tow.

"I apologize..." James slowed his pace and looked at him. "I'm grateful for what you've done, but you shouldn't have brought her on a mission."

"It was her mission," Tony corrected. "And you'll be very thankful once you hear more about it."

"That can wait," James continued, resuming his determined stride. "Right now, I need to see her."

"I'm pretty sure she doesn't wish to see you," Babo said, unaware of how ill-advised his statement was.

"Don't test my patience." James clutched Braylon by the lapels of his suit and looked him dead in the eye. "I know Grace. She will see me."

"Braylon, don't provoke him. Go away." Tony gave Braylon a gentle shove then handed James the metal suitcase. "Give her this. She'll know what to do."

Bucky clutched the case tightly in his metal hand, his super soldier senses working on overload to locate Grace. Her faint scent and the rhythmic beat of her heart guided him, and when his gaze finally settled on her, a surge of relief and adoration swept through him. She stood there, safe and unharmed, as beautiful and soft as he remembered. But her eyes were weary, just like his.

Ironically, she waited for him at the very spot where he had abandoned her. A pang of guilt twisted in his gut at the realization. He took a few steps forward, and when she didn't flinch, he closed their distance. She raised her chin to glare at him, a thin stripe of air separating them.

"Give me the case," she said, attempting to appear brave and unaffected by him.

"Grace..." He set the bag down and whispered her name like a prayer. It was the only word he could utter and his voice shook uncontrollably. He just stared at her, his piercing blue eyes holding her captive.

Breathe... Grace reminded herself as the moments stretched between them. She couldn't move, breathless. His beautiful eyes were studying her, no longer striking blue but pale and worried. These were the only eyes that gave her the sense of security she had missed. She had never before experienced this fluttering sentiment, feeling as if one look from him was enough to crush all her defenses.

"I'm sorry," he said, sensing the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

"You're sorry?" she breathed in fake disbelief.

"I'm sorry I left you. I'm sorry for everything. I missed you." His gaze never wavered, and she felt the weight of his regret. "How long are you going to stay angry with me?"

She looked away, her heart conflicted. "I haven't decided yet."

"I missed you. I missed you so much..."

"I'm glad to hear that."

"I didn't know you could be so heartless."

"Heartless?" She let out a soft chuckle. "Between the two of us, you know very well who wears that title."

"Yes... and I paid for it dearly." His eyes plunged into despair. "I missed you. I missed you so much..."

She mumbled a hurried whisper under her breath, something he didn't quite catch. "What?"

"I said... I missed you, too," she muttered and gazed up at him, her eyes misty with tears.

"Oh, sweetness..."

He pulled her to him, his fingers curling around her with a possessive hold that stole her breath. But before she could voice her surprise, his mouth descended upon hers, capturing her in a kiss that held a raw, untamed hunger. She gasped, her initial protest melting away as his touch ignited a fire within her. Her soft lips were coaxed apart as he moaned her name and licked inside her mouth.

Her fingers instinctively found their way to his chest, clutching the fabric of his vest. The taste of him was intoxicating, his closeness overwhelming her senses. He pushed her back against the wall and realizing that he was getting way too bold with her, he broke away from her sweet tempting mouth.

"I'm sorry, I... I took it too far," he said, "fuck I can't. I can't stop!"

He kissed her again, swiping his tongue across her lips, parting her mouth and getting his head filled with her sweet taste. She responded eagerly, head tippling back in the cradle of his palms. She wrapped her arms around him and clung to him in desperation, small delectable moans escaping her as his tongue tasted her mouth, probing in between hot and quickening breaths.

"James—mmph... we must talk," she moaned in between breathless kisses and he replied with a hum, catching her bottom lip between his teeth.

"Please, don't pull away," came his whisper, soft and wanting. "Don't ever pull away."

"I won't," she said, her fingers tracing his unshaven jaw. "I'm here."

"I know, I just—" He tightened his hold around her waist, drawing her close. "Forgive me. Please. I'll never leave you again. Never."

"Leave me?" She squeezed his face in her palms. "I've got my eyes on you, Sergeant Barnes. If you ever—even for a moment—think about leaving me again, I swear I'll give you a piece of my mind."

She attempted to wiggle away, but he thrust her against his chest. "What are you doing?"

"You said I can't leave you. I won't ever let you go."

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Chapter 28

Content Warning, this is intended for people that are 18+ and this chapter includes ddlg themes (always forced age regression) abdl themes, mentions of killing, torture and cannibalism, fluff, lots of swearing.

Sebastian’s POV:

After putting the girls to bed, Chris and I spent the evening disposing of all the meat in our freezers. We couldn’t remember exactly who the girls ate but we must’ve had someone else for dinner. Our poor girls got sick and as much as it hurt us to get rid of our hard earned work, we couldn’t have our precious littles getting sick again. Instead of wasting it we decided to give it to Marc. I’m sure he would make good use out of it. He prefers killing and torturing over eating but he’s a firm believer in not leaving behind any evidence. Marc knew all about how evidence works, how forensic teams can find the tiniest bit of evidence and have your life ruined within a couple of days. It’s always good to have someone on the inside of the police force who is on our side.

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I woke up to the sound of little pitter patters on the hardwood floor next to me. Without opening an eye, I swooshed open the blanket and felt her little body fall against my chest. I held her closely by the waist and flipped the both of us around so that we were facing Chris, that earned a little giggle from her. “Shh little one, dada is asleep.” I kissed the top of her head. “Otay” was the only response I got followed not long after by faint little snores that accompanied loud ones. I lay there for a time and just enjoyed. I snuggled in closer to Chris, gently smushing our little one between our bodies.

When I woke up for the second time, the bed was empty. My snuggle buddies had abandoned me. Probably for the best. Jessica’s diaper was already soggy when she came in this morning. Wouldn’t want a… I rolled over and immediately felt a huge wet patch on the bed. Great. I got up and stripped the sheets, showered, and joined my family in the kitchen.

“Good morning, babe, and little ones. How did we all sleep?” I asked as I walked over to the kitchen island and kissed Chris on the lips. I got a chorus of “great” from the little ones and a groan from Chris. Grabbing what I could from the fridge, I made myself a decent breakfast. A reminder that we had to go to the grocery store today. Chris and I had talked about it last night and we both agreed that Jessica would come to the store with me today. We trust her the most and plus she needs a little daddy daughter day.

After clearing up the mess the little ones made, I sat Jessica down and explained what was going to happen. “Honey, I want you to listen very, very carefully, okay?” “Otay” I smiled and continued “you and daddy are gonna go on a little date to the grocery store. If you are super-duper good then maybe we can get some new toys and ice cream, how does that sound?” I’ve seen Jessica excited before but never this excited. She bounced around on her little tiptoes, she wouldn’t even stop when she was getting ready. 20 mins later we were all packed up in the car, Jessica firmly strapped into her car seat happily looking out the window whilst I was a bundle of nerves. It was the first outing from the campsite, Jessica knew the rules but how well it would go would depend on her.

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An hour later and we arrived at Edgewood, a small town with a population of only 204. The perfect place to stop for groceries. I parked the car outside the local grocery store and helped Jessica out of her car seat. “Remember the rules honey, misbehave and there will be no toys, no ice cream and much worse punishments to come.” No response, she just nodded her head. I took her hand in mine and grabbed a cart. Sadly, she wouldn’t fit in it so I had to trust that she wouldn’t run away.

I handed her the list and she proceeded to read out the items. She was so adorable trying to pronounce the words, we both knew she could, but she was playing her part. She’s definitely a good little actress. After picking out all the fruit and vegetables, we made our way to the cereal section. Jessica didn’t need to look down to read what we had to get, she knew exactly what we were getting. She looked up at me with begging eyes (god I loved when she did that) and I gave a silent nod. She took off squealing and ran towards the cheerio’s. I couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle.

A woman, a very beautiful one appeared next to me “she’s adorable.” I tried not to jump but she did surprise me. “Thank you.” I responded. I didn’t take my eyes off of Jessica. The woman continued “I wish my little girl was as well behaved as…” Picking up on why she stopped I interrupted “mine, she’s, my daughter.” Jessica returned to the cart carrying a very large family size package of cheerio’s, plopped them into the cart and slid her hand back into mine. Good girl.

The woman smiled and introduced herself “I’m Aliyah, but you can call me Ali.” With my other free hand, I reach out to shake her gorgeous hand “Brad and this is Riley.” Ali bent down “hi Riley it’s so nice to meet you, how old are you?” Jessica put up four fingers. “oh wow, you’re very tall for your age. You must have your daddy’s genes.” She straightens up and as she does, her eyes take in every inch of me. I chuckle “that she does.” I pull Jessica closer to me. Ali smiled at the loving affection “Are you new here?” I kept calm, can’t show any signs of stress. “No, we’re just visiting some family.” “Oh, that’s a shame, have you been here recently before? It’s just I recognise Riley, I dunno where from, maybe the park?” Shit. “Yeah, we have been here a couple of times, my aunt is sick, and Riley has been spending some time with her cousins, I dunno probably went to the park at some point.” I smiled, hoping that was a good answer.

It wasn’t. Ali looked at me questioning and angry “Wait, probably? Don’t you know where your little girl is at all times. What the fuck kind of parent doesn’t know where their child is. There are creeps out there, anyone could have taken her and your response is “I dunno probably at the park”, and here’s me thinking you’re hot I was gonna give you my number. You need to sort out your shit and take better care of her, ya hear me?”

At this point, lots of shoppers were looking down the aisle, wanting to look at all the commotion. Not what I wanted. I didn’t say a word but dragged Jessica down the bottom aisle and into the next one. People were giving me weird looks and were looking at Jessica. Not wanting to drag her around, I forced her into the child’s seat in the cart. She whined and a few tears fell but I quickly wiped them away, not wanting to add to the new attention. I grabbed random tins of food and went to checkout.

The cashier was too happy and bubbly and I didn’t have the energy to force myself to be nice to her. “Good morning, sir, were you able to find everything you were looking for today?” “Yes” I answered angrily. The woman clearly didn’t like my tone but continued to ramble on. “And would you like these bagged or…” “I’ll do it myself for fucks sake.” She didn’t like that at all “sir, please refrain from using that language around me and your child. It’s not tolerated.” She looked at Jessica and her eyes widened. Fuck. “Sir I’m gonna need to make a quick call, please stay here.” And off she popped, frantically walking to appears to be the staff room. I knew that look and without hesitation I threw the money on the counter and took off with Jessica.

I flung the food into the car and tried to get Jessica out of the cart. Fuck sake why did she have to be so big. I struggled but eventually got her out and buckled up. I abandoned the cart and sped off hoping that no one saw the license plates. I was full on panicking, the cashier knew Jessica but how. What are we gonna do. All these thoughts were racing in my head, meanwhile Jessica’s was crying in the back seat. I stopped the car and turned around to her “what the fuck is wrong? Would you stop crying.” She let out a shaky “ice cream toys.” “You’re not getting any now just shut up.” I yelled. I picked up my phone and texted Chris.

Code red: We have to go, NOW!

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As It Was (S2)

Chapter Thirteen

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS STORY, there may be adult content and verbal and physical violence.

The day of my wedding with Bucky arrived faster than I had anticipated. The reality is that James Buchanan Barnes is both the only one not involved in the wedding and the groom. I simply couldn't get that stubborn head to change his mind. Okay, I didn't even try to get him to change his mind. Every new day in your life is another terrifying day in your head, not knowing if Killian or Steve will show up and end you or someone you love. So, this fake wedding is my last chance to end this nightmare. If Barnes doesn't see it that way, too bad for him.

"You look magnificent in that dress, Melisa. I'm sure Barnes would be the luckiest man in the universe if you two were really getting married. But my best friend is as much of an idiot as he is handsome, you know." Sam says, entering the bride's room that was specially prepared for me to get ready. To be poetic, I rented the hall where they killed my father and almost killed me. Here, they have a special wedding banquet hall. And it's a place I already know.

"Thank you, Sam, for the compliment and for being here. I can't believe this day has finally come, and that I may have spent money and time on something that will go wrong." I say breathlessly, thinking about the possibility of setting up an obvious trap and not being able to capture the criminals.

"Actually, that's exactly what I came to talk to you about. Yelena was talking to some of her contacts, and it seems Steve was seen around here yesterday. Dave is checking nearby cameras to confirm. But don't get discouraged just yet. This whole team is here to support you, even though it may seem dangerous. We won't let any of them hurt you." Sam says, hugging me gently. I'm relieved to know they're here with me. Whatever happens, we'll face it together.

"This time I'm prepared too. So, let's put the plan into action. The guests should already be in their places, waiting for the groom to arrive. The music for the bride's entrance will play in a few minutes. I'll walk in with Wanda as if everything is fine, and you guys put on a show pretending that Bucky is missing. I'll create a scene, cancel the wedding, and ask everyone to leave. It'll be the perfect moment for them to attack me. The rest is up to you guys." This plan was designed with every detail in mind. There are more cameras in this building than there were before; Dave is taking care of surveillance, Sam and Yelena are handling defense in case of a surprise attack, and Wanda will be nearby in case I need help if something goes wrong. Everything is carefully planned.

"Then I'll go there in case you need anything; remember, you have an earpiece. Just say 'red' in any way possible, and we'll come to your rescue. Good luck, bride." Sam touches my arm lightly and leaves, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I look at myself in the mirror, analyzing the wedding dress I'm repurposing. It's the same one from my first wedding, just adjusted. I thought this time a veil would be more of a hindrance than a help, and a long train would be an obstacle.I hear a noise behind me, almost like a step, and automatically grab the gun hidden on the vanity where I did my makeup. I point the gun at whoever is behind me not even five seconds after hearing the noise. Of course, I could have died because five seconds is a good amount of time for someone to kill another person. If I hadn't been distracted, I would have noticed someone entering this bridal room and known it was my ex-husband, the idiot.

"Great attack plan, but I suggest aiming the gun at the head next time. It would also be good not to get distracted, but your reflex was quick. By the way, you look beautiful. I like the changes to the dress." James Barnes says, smiling shamelessly at me. I'm torn between anger and surprise. What does he want here?

"Barnes, I don't remember inviting you in or asking you to be here in general. Before you ruin my plan, go away, and take that smug smile with you." I say, trying to sound serious. I lower the gun and turn around, ignoring the fact that Bucky hasn't budged despite my request for him to leave.

"Funny. I don't recall proposing to you or accepting one from you. Yet, everyone in this building came to see you and me getting married. I hope you liked the outfit of your future husband. I'm wearing the suit you gave me on our first anniversary." He looks handsome, but I don't want to give in. I wanted him by my side, and he abandoned me. Now that I made a plan without him, he shows up here. Son of a...

"Barnes, save my time. What do you want?" I don't have much patience on a regular day, let alone when I'm about to be bait to capture not one but two dangerous men.

"I want to marry you. I want to be by your side while you do the stupidest thing ever seen in the world, and most importantly, I want to apologize for being an idiot. I realized too late that loving you means accepting your plans that will undoubtedly cause unimaginable havoc." He speaks, getting closer and closer to me. Then he holds my waist firmly, looks into my eyes, and kisses me. It's a kiss full of passion and at the same time, longing. Truth be told, I missed him, and well... he certainly missed me too.

"I can offer you a second honeymoon filled with reconciliation sex, what do you say?" Barnes says in a playful tone, and I lightly smack his arm.

"Try not to ruin the plan. Figure out a way to leave me alone during the ceremony. They won't show up with you around, and I need to be the bait. Are we clear?" I know he won't like it, but whatever he wants. He's been married to me before; he should know that when I have something in mind, I do it my way. The problem is, he's the same way.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll let you do what you want without getting in your way," he says, giving me another light kiss. I smile, knowing he probably isn't entirely serious.

"Do you promise?" I ask in the middle of the kiss, my forehead resting against his. My god, how I love this man.

"No. Now get ready because I'm going to my groom's spot to wait for my beautiful bride." He gives me a peck on the lips and leaves before I can react. I then prepare to go to the hall to fake getting married.

"Nice pathetic plan, Melisa. Beautiful. You just forgot that I was a partner with all of you while you played the united little group. I smelled a setup since I knew you were going to marry Barnes again. Who in their right mind makes the same mistake more than once?" Steve speaks behind me as I head towards the hall where the guests are waiting. I smile because I did get what I wanted.

"You, you arrogant jerk." I turn around, plunging a sharp and likely lethal knife into his chest. Poor guy, he had no idea this time I would be prepared for him. The loud thud of him hitting the ground was startling. His look of desperation mixed with the anguish of pain, simply cinematic.

"Let me guess, you thought you would come here, and I would be frightened. You'd kidnap me, and I would cry in desperation. Then, it would be a remake of the last time we were together, but this time I wouldn't survive. That way, you and Killian would go unpunished. My question is, did you underestimate me so much that you didn't even bring a weapon to threaten me?" I say, watching him writhing in pain. Poor Steve, caught off guard.

"If you think this is all, you're totally..." He tries to continue speaking, but I yank the knife out of his chest, and he's too busy feeling his blood leave his body to insult me. Oops...

"Dave, I think you can hear me. Ask Sam to come deal with Steve, near the bride's room. I'll continue with the plan." I compose myself, somewhat perplexed by what just happened, but the show must go on.

"Dave can't talk right now, but I'll pass the message to Sam. After all, Melisa... you were waiting for me, weren't you?" I get nervous hearing Killian's voice on the earpiece. Damn.

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The Mate (Chapter 12)

Chapter 12 - The Fight (Rosalyn)

Pairing: Werewolf Alpha Steve Rogers x Original Character & Werewolf Alpha Bucky Barnes x Original Character

Summary: As far as anyone knows Steve Rogers downed the Valkyrie and woke up 66 years later after being frozen in the Arctic missing his date with Peggy Carter. No one knew the secrets he kept from the world and the government. The first being that he was an Alpha Werewolf. The second being that he had a Mate and it was not Peggy Carter.

Warnings: Cursing, Fighting, Smut, Public Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Creampie

Chapter Summary: The fight between Serena and Rosalyn. And the aftermath.

The Mate - Masterlist

Chapter 12 - The Fight (Rosalyn)

Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Black Betty had a child (Bam-ba-Lam) The damn thing gone wild (Bam-ba-Lam)

Rosalyn raised an eyebrow at Serena in inquiry before smirking, she knew full well that it would piss Serena the fuck off. She knew that Serena would be the type of person that would be easy to goad into attacking. Serena had been looking for a fight for months. She had been trying to assert her dominance on all of the Alpha females for months. This challenge is just a bid to somehow show Carter that she would make the ideal Alpha Female and his Mate.

While Serena wasn’t completely stupid, Rosalyn doubts that she would put the welfare of the Pack over her own. She would make a terrible Alpha Female. Rosalyn had been straight up ignoring her attempts to dominate her. As a military member she doesn’t really have to deal with Pack dynamics if she doesn’t want to and she doesn't want to. She hasn’t really dealt with Pack politics in decades, she used to get involved but then she was abducted by the KGB.

After that, she tried to keep a low profile within the Packs. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn’t. Rosalyn knew Serena didn’t have any real experience fighting beyond the typical dominance battle. Sadly, for Serena this wouldn’t be the typical dominance battle. She didn't even consider using her training as the Siren. She knew that if she used any of her Siren training, she would probably kill Serena and that isn’t keeping a low profile. Oh, and the sanctity of human life or whatever.

Serena growls before lunging at Rosalyn telegraphing her movements in such a way that all Rosalyn had to do was move out of the way. Rosalyn didn’t bother to block Serena’s attacks since she knew that Serena would expend more energy doing a swing and miss then if she bothered to block. Every time Serena took a swing at Rosalyn she just ducked, not bothering to retaliate. Instead, she basically danced around Serena almost taunting her.

She said, "I'm worryin' outta mind" (Bam-ba-Lam) The damn thing gone blind (Bam-ba-Lam) I said "Oh, Black Betty" (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)

Rosalyn could tell that she was annoying the shit out of her and was starting to really piss her off. She didn’t care. She wanted her to be humiliated. She hated dominance battles to begin with but she didn't lose them. Ever.

“Come on BITCH. Stand still and fight me.” Serena screamed at Rosalyn after finally being fed up with her antics.

“Stand still? Please.” Rosalyn looked at her. Rosalyn studied Serena for a few minutes narrowing her eyes in thought before suddenly smiling causing everyone in the vicinity to flinch. It wasn’t a nice smile, it was vicious. It promised pain. It promised regret.

Rosalyn sprang into action sending Serena to the ground as she suddenly struck out at Serena. Rosalyn kicked her in the center of the chest knocking her back several feet. Serena struggled to breathe for a little while as Rosalyn had knocked the air out of her. Serena finally got up, sending flurry of flimsy punches at Rosalyn trying to retaliate. Instead of hitting or dodging her Rosalyn blocked each punch expertly. Rosalyn found Serena easy to goad into action, so she smiled at Serena, pissing her off.

Turns out she wasn't that nice of a person because she was really enjoying this. Rosalyn grabbed her over extended arm bringing her forward. She yanked Serena off balance before kneeing her in the stomach taking her breath away again. This brought her forward instinctively, so Rosalyn then delivered a roundhouse kick to her face. This caused her to spin around and fall with such force that would have knocked out a normal human.

Oh, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) She really gets me high (Bam-ba-Lam) You know that's no lie (Bam-ba-Lam)

Rosalyn flashed a vicious grin at Serena's still form before turning towards Kaitlyn briefly sending her a wink to let Kaitlyn know that she is still in full control and that the Siren is still under wraps. Since Serena wasn't human so it wasn't long before she recovered and she was extremely pissed. She was being humiliated by a healer . While healers are respected within the shifter community, they weren't exactly known for their fighting skills. She was being humiliated and she couldn't stand the thought.

Serena shifted her hands into claws and swiped at Rosalyn catching her off guard. Serena's claws tore into Rosalyn's cheek throwing her off balance. While a normal Alpha shifter would heal most major injuries it still takes some time. As a healer Rosalyn would have healed twice as fast as the average Alpha wolf. Steve, who is an Alpha wolf with the super soldier serum can heal three times faster. Since she had Mated with Steve, she ended up sharing most of his gifts and it increased some of her own gifts.

So now she heals about five times faster than most shifters. Rosalyn slowly started to rise up onto one knee with one hand still on the floor as she looked up at Serena. She cocked her head to the left showing the three marks left on her cheek she blinked once before starting to growl. Her growl was menacing as the marks healed in front of the Packs eyes, healing within seconds. This caused a stir within the Pack. Rosalyn met Serena's eyes and smiled watching her victorious grin fade as she paled.

Kaitlyn was instantly alert the moment she saw that smile it wasn't her smile. It was the Siren's. It promised pain. It promised agony. It promised death. The Siren can be one scary bitch when motivated and Serena just motivated her. Rosalyn's claws came out as she suddenly launched herself at Serena, sending a flurry of attacks that Serena had no hope of blocking. Each swipe of her claws made large deep claw marks all along Serena’s body, she especially had deep marks on her arms.

She's so rock steady (Bam-ba-Lam) And she's always ready (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black…

Every movement Rosalyn made had a seductive but deadly air to them as she attacked Serena relentlessly. Rosalyn paused in her attack before looking over her shoulder. She zeroed in on Carter who was watching the fight with fascination. Once Carter met Rosalyn’s eyes, he felt his arousal jump as she gave him a seductive smile and wink before turning her attention back to Serena. Carter found it especially hard not to interfere with the fight.

He wanted to declare Rosalyn the winner. He wanted to start the next phase. Or skip everything and start the Mating, if that was an option and he wanted it to be an option. Rosalyn looked at Serena with a superior air before delivering her a roundhouse kick, knocking her down again. Rosalyn finally stopped attacking Serena. She took a couple of steps back, head cocked to the side watching her attempt to heal while waiting for her to meet her eyes. As Serena met Rosalyn’s eyes Rosalyn extended her right arm out before snapping her fingers (for the effect) lighting her hand on fire.

“Oh shit” was whispered throughout the Pack.

No one had any idea that Rosalyn could wield fire. As far as anyone knew Rosalyn was strictly a healer and didn’t have another Alpha power. Of course, Kaitlyn knew that as the Siren she only had access to her fire manipulation and not her healing ability. Granted, if she had still been Rosalyn, she could have used her healing ability to make all of Serena’s wounds worse. She could have had her bleed out in a manner of minutes, which would kill even the strongest of Alphas.

Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) She's from Birmingham (Bam-ba-Lam) Way down in Alabam' (Bam-ba-Lam)

Since she was channeling the Siren, fire was a choice of weapon that she rarely used as she preferred other weapons. As the fire spread from Rosalyn’s right hand up her arm and across her body down her left arm, leaving the rest of her body devoid of fire. Serena eyed the fire spreading through Rosalyn’s arms with trepidation, she wasn’t prepared for fire. She thought this would have been an easy win with Rosalyn being a healer. She never participated in dominance battles.

She assumed she wasn’t much of a fighter. She was wrong. She was so very wrong. Serena didn’t really have time to scream as Rosalyn attacked her, ripping out her throat. As an Alpha she is able to heal the damage that Rosalyn inflicted but it was going to take some time since she had so many wounds that needed healing. As Serena laid on the floor trying to heal enough to breathe Rosalyn sauntered up grabbing her neck with the intent to finish it. The Siren doesn’t leave loose ends.

“желтый огурец (yellow cucumber)”

“Enough!” Carter yelled out. Rosalyn froze once she heard желтый огурец (yellow cucumber), it was a funny enough phrase that she tends to snap out of the Siren mindset. It was just stupid enough to confuse the Siren enough for Rosalyn’s consciousness to come back to the forefront of her mind.

Well, she's shakin' that thing (Bam-ba-Lam) Boy, she makes me sing (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty Bam-ba-lam

Rosalyn stepped away from Serena’s body as she slowly healed. She waited patiently. The amount of damage Rosalyn did to Serena it would take a while for her body to heal enough to talk. While healing typically takes care of life-threatening injuries first, Serena had so many of them her body didn’t know where to start. It looked as though her throat was healing which was great since Rosalyn wasn’t about to help her.

“Do you submit?” Rosalyn asked Serena when finally healed enough to speak.

“Yes.” Serena choked out.

Her eyes were still full of fear. She knew exactly how close she came to dying that night. Rosalyn was ready to kill her and she could see the lack of remorse in her eyes. Rosalyn would have killed her and wouldn’t have blinked or cared. Rosalyn broke eye contact with Serena as soon as she heard Carter’s approach as he walked straight up to Rosalyn with no fear.

“Rosalyn is the winner! Rosalyn you can claim the right to court me, Carter Baizen exclusively for 6 months. Do you claim your right?”

“Yes.” Rosalyn responded.

"I, Carter Baizen, accept your claim."

The full Moon finally broke through the tree line. Night had finally fallen and it was time for the Hunt. Rosalyn could feel her wolf just below the surface of her skin, she was looking forward to shifting. While she was a wolf, she didn’t have the issues she did as a human, every thought and action is based on instinct.

“Let us begin!” Carter shouted as everyone started to shift from human to wolf.

The Alpha’s shifted seamlessly from one form to the other while other shifters took time for their bodies to form and reform into wolves. Rosalyn and Carter waited to shift. For the lesser wolves it could be extremely painful to shift since their personal magic can’t help much while their bones break and re-break until they become wolves. Rosalyn and Carter threw out power helping the lesser wolves to shift. Rosalyn joined him as she had every month.

She knew that her healing magic could help to make the shift less painful and a little more flawless. This combined with Carter’s raw power made the shift a lot quicker than if they had shifted on their own. Finally, after all of the lesser wolves shifted Rosalyn and Carter looked at each other and shifted into their wolf forms. Rosalyn’s wolf was a lot larger than most of the other wolves within the Pack. She was also solid white.

She looked like she belonged in the Arctic or someplace in which the snow never ceased to fall. Carter had more of the traditional markings of a Timber wolf. Carter started a long howl to signal that they were going to start the hunt. Had Rosalyn been Carter’s Mate she would have joined in on the howl. Instead, she just listened with the rest of the Pack. Once the howl ended, they took off to find their prey for the night.

*****

Later that Night Rosalyn danced, danced long enough to take the edge off. At least then she would be able to pick a suitable partner to spend the night with. She needed someone that could last, she needed someone with stamina. At least that way she'd only need one partner, it's been long enough as it was since she had gotten laid, much less being forced into a micro heat. This one is going to be one of the harder heats she’s probably going to experience.

Someone was about to hit the jackpot and get some of the most strenuous sex of their life. Each person she danced with on the dance floor got bits and pieces of what she was experiencing. This would probably cause an increase in hook-ups throughout the night Rosalyn walked off the dance floor leaving the Hip Hop room. The club she was at had several different rooms with different genres. Hip Hop & Dance, Rock & Classic Rock, Country, Latin etc.

Each has their own bar if you are looking for a drink but if you are looking for a quieter ambiance, they have another option. They have a bar at the center with music playing at a much lower level for conversation if you so desire. Rosalyn went straight to the middle bar for a drink. She needed a drink then she could find someone. Or rather someone would find her she thought as she strutted towards the middle bar. Rosalyn's red dress twisted and twirled around her knees as she walked. She always kept several spare outfits in her car. Including a couple of outfits for dancing and seduction.

This particular dress’ skirt was made of several separate pieces of fabric. With every step she took you could get little flashes of skin from her waist down. She could feel all of the appreciative looks she’s been getting from both men and women. One of her best friends from boot camp always said that she just radiated sex and just gave off a very sexual aura. She can only imagine what kind of signals she was sending out now. She needed to get laid. She could feel eyes on her. She vaguely felt a new presence slide up next to her on the bar.

“You got nice cans.” Rosalyn sighed. What a shitty pickup line she thought before glancing over to her right. The tool with the shitty pick-up line cozied up to her side. He was definitely within her personal space. At least he was attractive. If she were a lesser woman she might have been intimidated. If she had been a lesser woman.

“You're tall.” At his confused look she continued.

“I thought we were just saying true statements.” Rosalyn responded.

She knew she had great tits, she didn't need some guy to reassure her, much less some random guy in a bar. At least this tool was tall, good looking and looked like he was in shape. He had dark brown hair gelled up high and styled. Beautiful blue eyes that only her enhanced vision can make out in the dim bar. He had on a USA windbreaker suit: white t-shirt underneath a red and white USA jacket with blue jeans and white sneakers. A strange thing to wear at a bar but she didn't really care.

He’s lucky he was attractive. She could only hope he had stamina, she has needs. It's only going to get worse the longer she sits there trying to find the perfect substitution for her Mate. While she wouldn’t die if she didn’t have sex but it would hurt. A lot. She also could cause riots with the pheromones she’s releasing. This is why she didn’t have time to even try to attempt to get to Steve, if he’s even in the country. It's possible that he was called out on a mission and he had to go and be Captain America for the Avengers.

“Funny. Can I buy you a drink?” He asked to give her the once over.

“Why?”

“Do you know who the fuck I am?”

Rosalyn turned to face him, raising an eyebrow with a bored expression before really looking at him. She started like most men did from the feet all the way up to the top of his head. He was in very good shape. She was very appreciative, not that it showed. She made sure to take her time before meeting his pissed off eyes. She looked up at him.

“No.” with a clearly bored tone of voice. She could see he was getting ready to rant so she raised her hand halting his upcoming tirade.

“I don't care.” She watched his face go bright red in anger.

“All I care about is if you have the stamina I need.”

“Sugar, I'm a gymnast. I have stamina. I'm the God of fucking Gymnastics.”

“Okay.”

“So…” he purred. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“No.”

“What?” He responded she could see him grinding his teeth.

Rosalyn was amused at how easily he was getting pissed off, so she leaned in getting into his personal space before giving him a slow sultry smile. This was a guy who loved the one-night stand. There is no way he'd turn down free uncomplicated sex. Once they had their 'night’ she'd never see him again, at least not if she could help it.

“Now why would you need to buy me a drink when you can just fuck me?” Rosalyn watches the self-proclaimed 'god’ of gymnastics face as he freezes, licking his lips. She watches as his eyes go dark with lust as he processes her statement. She considered pressing her body up against him to tempt him even more but she could practically smell the lust on him.

“Sugar, I'm going to fuck you raw. You are going to be screaming my name.” He practically purred at her. Rosalyn shifted towards him, getting close enough for him to feel her body. She leaned in and smiled at her future lover. He had no idea what he's in for, she was going to wreck him. Thoroughly. She will enjoy doing it.

“Oh Sweetheart. That means I'd have to learn your name.” Rosalyn told him before grabbing his hand and started towards the door.

“It's Lance. Lance Tucker. Olympic Gold and Silver Medalist,” Lance said smugly.

Rosalyn completely ignored his statement. She doubts that he will leave enough of an impression that she will remember his name later. Besides, she doesn't say guy names in the middle of sex. She’s afraid that she would shout out Steve by mistake instead of whoever she is fucking at the time. Instead, she took his hand in hers before starting to walk toward the exit. She never noticed another pair of blue eyes watching them from afar. She had debated telling him her name figuring a first name couldn’t hurt.

It's not like he will be looking for her after this night, while she doesn’t have the power to make him forget her, he’ll be too exhausted to do much anyways. Instead, she got distracted by the hunger in his pretty blue eyes. She could feel both her and Lance's lust beating throughout her body, he was as keyed up as she was. She didn't want to wait. She needed him now. Luckily, she spotted the bathroom. It was slightly off the beaten path so there wasn't a line.

Rosalyn dragged him through the bathroom doors roughly shoving him up against the door once it closed. She may have used a bit of her enhanced strength in the process. She pretty much straight up manhandled him but she could smell the lust coming off of him in waves. She knew exactly how much he was enjoying himself. He enjoyed being manhandled. She just grabbed his neck and pulled him down for a steamy kiss.

It didn't take long for the kiss to become completely filthy as Lance licked into Rosalyn's mouth. She moaned into his mouth, biting down on his lower lip pressing her body into him. She felt his hands start to wander down her body picking up her right leg to wrap it around his body. She could feel the calluses on his hands as he dragged his hand up her leg. His callused hands felt amazing on her over-sensitive skin. He grinned at her grinding his rock-hard cock into her core.

She loved the feeling of his jeans, the rough fabric adding in just the right amount of friction. If she had been wearing panties they would have been soaked. If she had been wearing them. She wasn’t. A fact he soon discovered. He groaned into her mouth as his wandering hands reached her completely bare ass. He squeezed her ass grounding his clothed cock into her core creating such delicious friction causing her to moan in delight. She loved semi-public sex. She had a bit of an exhibition kink.

“No panties Sugar. Such a bad girl”

“Rosalyn.” Rosalyn gave him a sultry grin before allowing her hands to wander down his body.

“Rosalyn.” Without breaking eye contact she unzipped his USA jacket taking it off before slowly running her hands up and under his white shirt feeling his rock-hard abs.

She was kind of impressed, his abs spoke of hard work and dedication. She brought her hands back down scratching down his abs lightly feeling the muscles twitch under her ministrations. She leans up towards Lance's face licking his bottom lip watching his lust blown eyes before nipping his lip playfully. With Lance's hands still on her ass, she couldn't move far so she proceeded to grind her core into his rock-hard cock.

“Rosalyn.” Lance groaned. Rosalyn felt his hands flex on her ass as he grinds back teeth clenched together.

He released a deep growl at the back of his throat as pleasure hit with each movement. She was pretty impressed by the growl as it was very wolf-like and since she spent a lot of time as a wolf she would know. She had to suppress the urge to growl back at him. Instead, Rosalyn threw one hand up and brought his head down for a filthy kiss. While he was distracted, she maneuvered her hand in between their bodies to the top of his jeans.

She managed to unbutton and unzip his jeans trying to get a better feeling of his cock. She needed him inside her as soon as possible. As her hand reached his cock, she was able to get a brief feel of how long and thick he was before Lance flipped them. She was pressed into the door and could feel every inch of his body against hers. Lance kissed her deeply again, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth as his hands started to wander down her body.

“Let's have a taste, sugar.” Lance groans into Rosalyn's ear before lifting her up like she weighed nothing, setting her thighs on his shoulders.

Rosalyn never would have guessed that Lance would be the type to care about his partner's pleasure. Then again, she might have hurt his ego when she didn't know who he was. Or he just loved to eat pussy. Who knows? He shifted her dress out of the way before he surged forward running his tongue up her folds in one thick stripe. Rosalyn groaned in pleasure as she buried her hands into his hair making sure to mess it up as she proceeded to grind into him.

She grinded her pussy into his mouth as he licked and sucked. She could feel his enthusiasm and smell his lust. Eating her out was giving him pleasure as well and he was quickly bringing her closer and closer to completion. Lance brought up his hand to start rubbing tight circles around Rosalyn's clit before shoving his face forward hard and sucked her clit into his mouth.

Rosalyn threw her head back screaming in pleasure cumming all over Lance's face as he lapped at her soaked folds. Thankfully, the music covered her scream she thought as she came down from her orgasm. She looked down at his face and her juices were smeared all over his mouth, his pupils were blown wide in lust and his styled hair wrecked from her hands.

He looked completely wrecked. It was pretty clear what they had been up to especially since she had to be just as wrecked as she thrashed around the wall. One glance at the mirror told her as much, her hair was completely wrecked. It was going to be a knotted mess once all of this was over. She could feel it. She watched Lance lick his lips trying to lick up as much of her juices as he could causing her to moan in response. It looked completely filthy and she loved it.

“Fuck.” Rosalyn moaned out as Lance helped her take her legs off of his shoulders. He made sure to slide her body down, stimulating her body even more.

“How was that sugar?”

“I need you to fuck me. Right now.” Rosalyn told him, shoving him back against the door.

She shoved his pants down enough to free his cock. She had intended on getting her mouth all over that cock but Rosalyn paused as she spotted a tattoo. It looked like a red and blue ribbon starting on his lower abdomen going down his pubic mound towards his rock-hard cock. Rosalyn looks up at him and raises an eyebrow.

“Really?”

“You are about to get yourself some Tucker Gold, sugar.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” Rosalyn told him exasperated.

He just gives her a cocky grin before pulling her back towards him. Rosalyn just shrugs before giving him a filthy kiss pumping his cock a few times as he pulls out a condom. She watched him roll the condom on his cock while licking her lips in anticipation. Rosalyn grinned before jumping into his arms wrapping her legs around his waist as he lifted her up without any issues.

“Fuck me. I need you” She moaned into his mouth hoping to egg him on.

“So nice and wet” Lance moans into her mouth as she shoves two figures up her pussy making sure she's ready for him.

“Nice and ready for you to fuck me” It didn't take long for Lance to find Rosalyn's entrance, knowing that she was more than ready he thrusts into her hard. They fell into a breathtakingly fast pace with only sexual gratification as the only thing on their mind.

Lance pauses briefly to bring Rosalyn over to the bathroom counter, setting her down before starting another brutal pace. Rosalyn just grinned before shoving her hips forward meeting him thrust for thrust, the amount of force that was being used would have probably hurt a normal female. Rosalyn grinned when she heard Lance’s groan and curse under his breath. He said he had stamina. She was going to test that statement.

48 hours later

Rosalyn looked at Lance’s sleeping form as she got out of his bed, thankfully the full moon was over a weekend, so she was able to give in to her micro-heat. She lost count how many times they had sex. They had three rounds in the bathroom before finally leaving the club only to stop to have sex against the car then again in the car before they left for his place. Then again once they arrived at his hotel after breaking a ton of traffic laws to get there as soon as possible.

Once they managed to get inside his room it was two days of un-interrupted sex. They really only stopped for food and a couple hours of sleep at a time before going back to fucking nonstop. They did manage to get to know each other a little bit while eating but nothing major, it was mostly superficial information. They never went too deep, every time they ventured close to that territory her hormones would start to spike again.

Lance seemed to be on the same wavelength as her, so perhaps her pheromones affected him as well. Either way it was time to go back to the real world. After what she did to Serena during the challenge, she doubts she’ll have another challenge any time soon. She was pretty sure that most of the females were now scared of her, so another induced micro-heat is unlikely. Besides, now that she’s exclusively courting Carter they couldn’t be challenged again.

Lance Tucker was quite the partner, she was kind of surprised that he was human. Between the growling and his stamina, she would think he was a wolf but he smelled human. While he isn’t exactly what you would call boyfriend material but he is a fantastic lover. She would have fond memories of the time she spent with him, or rather of the sex she got to experience with him. She probably would have made him her emergency heat contact but he was constantly traveling for the Male USA Olympic Gymnastics team.

Who knows when she would see him again, or if either of them actually wanted to see each other again? If she was contacting him for an emergency heat, then it might affect his Olympic team and he’d never risk them. Gymnastics is his life. She looked at his sleeping form one last time, she could see the exhaustion lining his entire body. He had dark circles under his eyes and he slept deeply, she had really put him through his paces. Rosalyn wrote him a simple note and left it on the nightstand next to his sleeping form before leaving the room.

Lance,

Thank you for the great weekend of sex. And for the orgasms.

XOXOX, Rosalyn

PS Feel free to call me when you are back in D.C

She grinned as she noted his trashed apartment before picking up her dress and putting it on. She picked up her shoes and walked out the door, closing it softly. She’ll probably never see Lance again but she’d never regret the time they had. Lance woke to the front door closing and sighed deeply

“What a woman,” he muttered before rolling over and going back to an exhausted sleep.

AN: Next chapter is going back to the present in the Officer's Club. HYDRA is about to attack.

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Rosalyn's Masterlist

#steve rogers fanfiction #werewolf universe #alternate universe #smut #fight #steve rogers x original female character #bucky barnes x original female character

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