#stever rogers au

[shybluebirdninja]

Sleep Striker

Summary: You discover that Bucky sleepwalks—and it’s not the calm, peaceful kind of sleepwalking. You wake up to find him in full-on combat mode with the couch.

Pairing            : Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Note                : fluff

The night was supposed to be peaceful. You’d spent the entire evening watching Netflix with Bucky, eating popcorn, and joking around like any normal couple. By the time you both hit the sack, you were expecting nothing but a quiet night’s sleep, maybe punctuated by Bucky’s usual snores.

But no.

Around 2 AM, you woke up to the sound of something crashing in the living room. Your heart leapt into your throat, thinking for a second that maybe someone had broken in. Instinctively, you reached for the baseball bat you kept beside the bed (Bucky insisted on keeping a knife there, but you’d settled on a less dramatic weapon). Slowly, you tiptoed toward the door, already mentally preparing yourself for some horror-movie showdown with a burglar.

But what you found was so much worse.

There, in the dim glow of the living room lamp, was Bucky Barnes—your sweet, grumpy, 100-year-old boyfriend—throwing punches at thin air like he was in the middle of a battle.

“What the hell…” you whispered, blinking in disbelief.

Bucky, still completely asleep, ducked and weaved as if he were dodging invisible enemies, his fists flying through the air with lethal precision. His face was set in that intense, focused expression he wore when he was in full-on Winter Soldier mode, and for a moment, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of fear and… laughter? This was ridiculous. Your boyfriend was sleep-fighting in the living room.

You set the bat down carefully, still trying to process the situation, when Bucky suddenly spun around and landed a full-force punch on the couch.

The couch.

It made a sad thud as the cushions absorbed the blow, but Bucky didn’t stop. He kicked out at the coffee table next, sending it skidding a few inches across the floor.

“Bucky!” you hissed, trying to keep your voice low but urgent. “Hey, babe, wake up!”

He didn’t hear you. Instead, he crouched low, as if he were avoiding gunfire, and rolled behind the armchair, his metal arm glinting faintly in the darkness. You bit your lip, trying so hard not to laugh, but it was impossible. This was like watching an overgrown toddler reenact an action movie in his sleep.

“Okay,” you whispered to yourself, “how the hell do I handle this?”

You’d heard about sleepwalkers before, and you were pretty sure you weren’t supposed to wake them up. But you couldn’t just let Bucky wage war against your furniture all night. The man had already drop-kicked the coffee table, and at this rate, he’d be suplexing the bookshelf by sunrise.

You crept a little closer, careful not to startle him. “Bucky, babe, it’s just me. You’re, uh, safe. There’s no Hydra agents in the apartment, I promise.”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he launched himself toward the couch again, this time pulling off a move that looked like it came straight out of a Captain America fight scene. He tackled the poor couch as if it had personally offended him, his arms wrapping around the back cushions in a chokehold.

“Bucky, stop! The couch isn’t the enemy!” you half-whispered, half-yelled, trying to stifle your laughter. “Oh my god, you’re gonna kill the couch…”

He grunted, still deep in his dream, and threw a wild punch that just barely missed the coffee table. You winced at the near miss. That could’ve been bad. Like, broken furniture and a pissed-off Bucky kind of bad.

At this point, you realized you had to do something before your apartment looked like it had been hit by a tornado. Slowly, cautiously, you approached Bucky like you were approaching a wild animal—because, let’s be real, that’s kind of what he was right now.

“Bucky…” you said softly, reaching out a hand. “Come back to bed, babe. You don’t have to fight the couch anymore. You won. It’s dead.”

He hesitated for a moment, his muscles twitching like he was on the verge of launching another attack. But instead of another round of couch-punching, he slowly stood up, blinking groggily as if he was coming out of a fog.

You let out a breath of relief. “Thank God.”

But your relief was short-lived. Because as soon as Bucky turned around, he spotted the kitchen chairs—lined up perfectly in a row by the table—and apparently, in his half-asleep mind, they were the next Hydra targets.

“No,” you groaned, as Bucky lunged toward the chairs. “Not the chairs! I like those chairs!”

He grabbed one, flipping it over like it was an enemy combatant, and before you could stop him, he had another chair in a headlock. You stood there, watching in sheer disbelief as Bucky Barnes—the most feared assassin in the world—battled a set of IKEA furniture like it was the final boss fight of his life.

“Bucky, babe, please!” you shouted, a mix of panic and laughter bubbling out. “I can’t explain this to the landlord!”

Finally, in a last-ditch effort, you ran over and grabbed his arm—his metal arm, because that seemed like the safer bet. “Bucky, it’s me! You’re sleepwalking!”

At first, he didn’t respond. His eyes were still glazed over, lost in whatever dream battlefield he was trapped in. But then, slowly, he blinked. His metal arm relaxed under your grip, and he looked down at you, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“...What the hell?” he muttered, blinking again.

You let out the biggest sigh of relief. “Oh my god, thank you. I thought you were gonna destroy the whole apartment.”

Bucky glanced around, still looking dazed. “What… what happened?”

“You, uh… kinda went to war with the furniture,” you said, biting your lip to keep from laughing again. “You were sleepwalking.”

His eyes widened. “I did what?”

“You attacked the couch. And the coffee table. And, um, the chairs,” you explained, gesturing to the wreckage around the living room. “It was… a lot.”

Bucky groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “Shit. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, no,” you reassured him quickly. “I’m fine. But the couch… not so much.”

He looked over at the couch, which was now sagging slightly from the multiple punches it had taken. “Damn,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Guess I really went at it, huh?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Babe, you suplexed the couch. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Bucky winced. “Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine,” you interrupted, grinning up at him. “It was kind of… impressive, honestly. I mean, you took out an entire living room while asleep. That’s some next-level stuff.”

He gave you a sheepish look, still clearly embarrassed. “I’ll fix it in the morning.”

“You better,” you teased. “But for now, can we please go back to bed before you decide to fight the fridge or something?”

Bucky let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll… I’ll stay away from the appliances.”

You wrapped an arm around his waist, guiding him back toward the bedroom. “Good idea, soldier. Let’s just stick to sleeping from now on.”

As you both crawled back into bed, you couldn’t help but steal one last glance at the wrecked living room, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Bucky?” you whispered, snuggling up next to him.

“Yeah?”

“If you ever get the urge to fight the couch again, maybe, like, wake me up first?”

He groaned, pulling the covers over his head. “Don’t remind me.”

You giggled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “Goodnight, Super Soldier Sleepwalker.”

“Goodnight,” he muttered, already halfway back to sleep.

But this time, thankfully, without the couch-wrestling.

[crazyunsexycool]

Heart's Munition

Chapter 8

Pairing: Mob boss!Steve Rogers x Maid!reader

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: crying, fluff-ish

A/N: I realized that I've had this written for weeks and hadn't shared it. We see some of the aftermath from the previous chapter...

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Sharon’s heels hit the tarmac at a steady rhythm. As she walked toward her waiting private jet she took her phone out of her purse and called to give a much awaited update. The phone rings three times before someone answers. 

“Hey, darling cousin.” Sharon smiles the closer she gets to the steps of the plane. “Everything seemed to have gone well. From the information we got it seems like dear old Steve has a thing for his maids so I made sure to send a few guys to the place of his newest hire. She was a cute little thing, couldn’t even put up a fight. Your contact also made sure to scare her into spying on Steve for us.” 

“What about the other one?” 

“The other one?” 

“Yes, there are two maids.” There’s some shuffling of papers on the other end while Sharon stops and waits for an answer. “The other one’s name is Y/N. Apparently Steve has been more than attentive with her.” 

Sharon rolls her eyes and sighs. “Peggy when you gave me this job you only mentioned Regina. I don’t have any intel on this Y/N person.” 

There’s absolute silence on the other end of the line. It annoys Sharon to no end to have to run these little errands for her cousin. As if she wasn’t an important member of the Carter family.

“We’ll figure something out for her later then. What else do you have?” 

“The only one I haven’t heard from is Rollins. He was supposed to go into Rogers’ home, find anything he could on where they were keeping Beck and whatever else he could on your ex.” 

“Sharon, you’re the only one who cares about Beck. He got careless, whatever happened he brought it on himself.” Peggy responded rather bored. “The only thing I wanted was information on Steve’s businesses.”

“Hmm. Well I’ll see you in a few hours and we can discuss next steps. Bye cousin.” Sharon responds and hangs up not waiting for a reply. 

She’s greeted at the bottom of the stairs by the pilot and he ushers her up the steps. Just at the entrance the one flight attendant is waiting to take her bag. She smiles at Sharon although it seems strained, Sharon doesn’t seem to care. Handing over her bag Sharon walks in to take a seat only to be surprised to find that she isn’t alone. 

“Who the hell are you?” She asked angrily at the person hiding behind a newspaper. 

“Did you really think I wouldn’t know you were behind the break in at my place?”

“Steve-“ Sharon whispered out his name. She looked back at the exit only to find that it had been blocked by Bucky. 

“A little convenient that you showed up at my club just as someone was breaking in, wouldn’t you say?” 

“I only came by to offer you a business deal, a good one at that.” Sharon shifts side to side nervously. “One that you turned down. I don’t know why you’re here now though, I still have a few hours before the twelve hours are up.”

“I’ve changed my mind on the twelve hours. Why don’t you stay in New York for a while.” 

“I would but I have business to take care of elsewhere.” 

Steve stands up and closes in on Sharon. She has to tip her head back slightly to look at him. He smirks as he sees the fear in her eyes. 

“You aren’t going anywhere any time soon Sharon. Let’s go.” 

“Steve, you don’t hurt women.” Sharon says. “It’s your one rule. You won’t hurt me.” 

“You’re right, I won’t. But she will.” Steve juts his chin up so that Sharon has to look behind her. When she does she sees Nat standing besides Bucky and her blood runs cold. “You’re going to tell me everything I want to know.” Steve whispers in her ear before pushing her toward Nat. 

You had offered to go to Regina’s apartment to collect her things. Clint was with you since Steve needed Nat. You personally packed her clothes and were looking around to make sure you didn’t miss anything from the list Regina had given you. One thing she had asked for was a picture in a frame on her night stand but it was missing. The other thing you grabbed was a photo album from her closet. 

“You got everything?” Clint asked from the door.

“Yeah,” you said but you kept looking around. “It’s odd.” 

“What is?” 

“Regina mentioned she had a daughter but there is nothing in this apartment that would suggest a kid lived here.” 

“You think she’s lying?” Clint perks up. 

“I don’t know, maybe?” You look back at Clint with concern. 

“I can look into it if you want.” 

“I’ll let you know, maybe I’ll just ask her instead.”

“She could lie. Why don’t you let me do a little digging and I’ll tell you what I find. Then you can ask her, see if everything matches up with what she tells you.” Clint offers and while you head out of the apartment you think it over.

“Yeah, that makes sense. When can you let me know?” 

“I’ll tell you everything I find tomorrow morning.” Clint takes the bag from your hand and leads you out of the old building. 

“Ok that works.”

“Look at you becoming a little boss of the family.” He chuckles at your eye roll. 

“After last night I just want to make sure no one will try to hurt us again.” You defend yourself. “Regina is still new, what if the video and all that are a set up?”

“I thought you liked her?” Clint opens the car door for you. 

“I do but I won’t put my son’s well being above anyone else.” 

“That’s the right call. Boss.”  Clint chuckles.

You checked in on Elijah first. The events of the previous night had worn him down and he was taking a nap. Next you went down to the server’s quarters where Regina decided to take a room instead of a regular room on the second floor. She was wrapped up in a blanket. Tears streaked on her cheeks, her eyes red and puffy from all of the crying. The injuries had been bad and you knew she was in pain. You were sure that she wasn’t involved in the attack, instead she was just a victim.

“Hey.” You called softly. “May I come in?” 

She looked up at you, eyes slightly glazed over but she nodded. 

“How are you feeling?” 

Regina just shrugs. “Fine I guess.” 

“I got everything on your list. Well almost everything. I couldn’t find the picture you asked me for.”

“The one on my nightstand?” 

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” You say as you sit at the edge of the bed.

“This is bad.” Regina stands and starts pacing. “If it’s not there then it means those guys know what my daughter looks like. What if they try to hurt her?” She asks, panicked. 

“Hey, I’ll talk to Steve ok? In the meantime can we talk to whoever she’s staying with?” 

Regina sits next to you looking completely defeated. You place an arm around her shoulder and give her a side hug. 

“Her dad is a cop. He has a lot of connections so I only get supervised visitations with her. If he finds out this happened to me he’ll make sure I never see her again.” 

“You’re not alone anymore. We’ll figure it out.” 

Regina gave a small nod but it broke your heart to see her so defeated. You’d been where she was when Eli started getting sick. All alone with no one to depend on. You wouldn’t let Regina feel the same way. 

She leans her head against your shoulder and you let her cry until she’s tired herself out.

By the end of the day you were exhausted. Both physically and emotionally and you didn’t think you could push yourself any further. You shuffled your way down the hallways until you reached Steve’s office. On the other side of the door you could hear him barking orders at everyone. You’d never heard him so angry before and you reconsidered interrupting but the door flew open before you could leave. 

Sam and Bucky both stood there with matching angry expressions that seemed to melt when they saw you. They stepped to the side to let the others through first.

“Hopefully you can calm him down a bit.” Bucky says while nodding towards the office. 

“He’s extremely pissed off, if he says something out of line you tell us and we’ll handle him.” 

“Thanks Sam but I think I can handle him all on my own.” 

“Yeah you can.” Bucky smirks and sends a wink your way. 

You roll your eyes and walk past them. Steve is pacing back and forth while shouting at whoever is on the other side of a phone call before hanging up. He turns when he hears the door closing. You lean your back against it and watch him. Steve’s eyes soften when he sees you. Without saying much he walks over to you, places his hands on either side of you and tilts his head to the side.

“What’s going on? Are you ok?” He asks softly. It had barely been twenty four hours since everything had happened. 

You look up at him through your lashes and shrug. Steve gave you a small smile before pulling you in for a hug. You felt the tension in your shoulders felt away. After a minute of Steve holding you he pulls you toward the couch and when he sits he takes you with him. This time you don’t wait for Steve to prompt you, you tuck yourself into his side and rest your head on his chest. 

“It’s been an emotionally draining day.” You say after a minute. 

“What can I do to help you?” 

“This is nice.” You tilt your head back to find Steve already looking at you. 

His fingers are tracing patterns over your arm as he takes you in. 

“What else? You can ask me for anything and I’ll give it to you.” 

“I don’t know. Eli’s fed, bathed and clothed. I don't think there’s much else.” 

“That’s Elijah. As long as I breathe I’ll always make sure he has everything he needs and more. I’m talking about you. What do you want?”

You huff and hide your face in his chest. This felt like too much. You didn’t know what you wanted because for so long you only had what you needed, barely. Now here stood a man that wanted to give you everything you could ever dream of and you were completely blanking. 

“How about we start with something small?” Steve asks. “If you could do one thing right now, what would it be?”

“I’d like to actually have a bubble bath. I didn’t get to enjoy one last night.”

“We can do that.” 

“We?” You narrowed your eyes suspiciously and Steve laughed. 

“You can do that.” 

You pulled away and laughed. Steve only grabbed your hand and pulled you into his side again. This time his hand rested at your waist just to make sure he could keep you there for a little bit longer. He needed to see you, to touch you and hear your voice. He was losing himself in a fit of rage the longer he thought about what you’d gone through. 

“What else?”

You shrugged again.

“Ok, we can start small. Give me ten minutes and meet me in your room.” 

“Steve, I can make my own bath.” 

Steve hums in acknowledgment but gets up anyway, kissing your forehead in the process. 

“Ten minutes. Stay here.”

****

When the ten minutes were up you made your way up to your room. Steve had just walked out of your en-suite and nodded his head in its direction. You walked over and were surprised to find candles lighting the area. The scent of lavender filling the air and a glass of wine sitting on the counter. He’d also placed a few of your lotions and skin care items on the counter for you.

“You did all this for me?” Your voice is small as you asked. 

“Of course. Although this is just a little something, you deserve so much more. You do so much for everyone here. I thought I showed you how much we appreciate you.” 

You turn and smile at him. Steve sends a small wink your way and backs out of the bathroom doorway. 

“I’m going to hang out with Eli, join us when you’re done but take however long you’d like.” 

“Thanks Steve.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” 

You weren’t sure how long you spent in the bathroom but it was a needed break. After the water started getting cold you got out and did your skincare routine, then found a comfy pair of pajamas and you started to feel better. Once you were done you went to find Steve and Eli but they weren’t in Eli’s room. After searching their second favorite spot to hang out in, the balcony on the third floor you headed down. 

“Hey Peter.” You said as he stepped out of the hallway his room was in. 

“Hey, how are you doing?” 

“I should be asking you that.” 

“I’m ok, really.” He says after seeing the doubt on your face. “If you’re looking for Eli he’s in the theater room kicking Steve’s ass at Mario Kart.” 

You smiled before giving Peter a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done.” 

“You don’t have to thank me, we’re friends.” 

“I do. Call me if you need anything ok.” 

“Yeah, see you later.” 

You nod before heading down to the first floor. Even from the bottom of the stairs you could hear Elijah hollering from the room at the end of the hallway. 

“I win, again.” Eli celebrates by jumping on the couch.

“You’re cheating.” 

“I’m not. You just suck cuz you’re an old man.” Eli shoots back.

“I’m not old.” Steve defends himself.

“It’s ok mom sucks at this game too.” 

“Hey.” You said from the door and Eli yelped before falling on the couch and trying to hide from you. His fit of giggles didn’t help him stay hidden though.

“Wanna say that to my face you punk.” 

Eli laughed harder once you grabbed his foot and pulled him towards you. You tickled his sides until he begged for you to stop. 

“Ma,” he said between laughs. “It’s true.” He takes a deep breath. “You suck at Mario Kart.” 

“Well I want to play so set me up.” 

You look up to see Steve smiling in your direction. 

“I’m gonna kick your butt too, Rogers.” 

He raised his eyebrow and he smirked. “Are you now? I think I can beat you.” 

“Yeah right.” 

“Fine, let’s bet on it.”  Steve challenges.

“Ok, what do you get if you win?”

“If I win, you go out on a date with me.” 

Elijah looks back and forth between the two of you, a bit excited at the possibility. 

“And if I win-“ you think for a moment and smile. “You have to wear a maid's uniform for a whole day.”

“A maid uniform? Really?” 

You give him a mischievous smile. “I’m talking French style.” 

Steve immediately shook his head in disagreement. “No way.”

“Why? Scared you’re gonna lose?” 

Steve narrowed his eyes at you before grabbing the controller again. He extended his free hand in your direction. “Shake on it.”

“What do I get if I win?” Elijah piped up. 

You and Steve chuckled. 

“How about you get to pick three new video games.” Steve offers and it’s your turn to raise eyebrows.

“That’s too much.” 

“Nonsense. It’s a fair trade but I’m sorry to say kid, I’m winning this round.” 

“Sure.” Elijah says sarcastically. 

The three of you start playing, yelling over each other. At one point you try to knock Steve’s controller out of his hand only for him to try the same thing on you. You were laughing even though your character was dead last and kept getting hit with shells or banana peels. By the end of the race Elijah and Steve were sitting waiting for your character to finally cross the finish line. 

“Will you look at that?” The smug look on Steve’s face annoyed you but you still wanted to smile. 

“Yeah, yeah. Congratulations Rogers, you win.” 

“It seems like it. Don’t worry, I'll make sure you enjoy our date.” 

You roll your eyes at him.

“Can we watch a movie now?” Elijah asked with a sweet smile on his face.

“Of course we can bub.” Steve says.

“Can we have snacks ma?”

“Yeah, I’ll go get some things together. I’ll be right back.” 

Eli smiled and watched as you walked out of the theater room. The moment the door was closed he turned to look at Steve. The smile he had dropped and he crossed his arms over his chest. 

“What’s going on little man?”

“Where do you plan on taking my mom on a date? Is it somewhere nice? Because she deserves something nice. And you have to treat her like a princess because mom never does anything nice for herself.”

Steve smiles. Elijah reminds him so much of himself at that age. Steve was and still is just as protective of his mom as Elijah is protective of you. 

“Yeah, I was thinking of doing something really nice for her.”

“Like a surprise?” 

“Just like a surprise. Maybe you can help me.” Steve nods. 

“Ok, I’ll help you. But remember you have to treat her nice, ok? Or else we,” Eli motions between himself and Steve. “Are going to have a problem.” 

Steve stifles a chuckle because Elijah had a no nonsense look on his face. This was a man to man conversation and Steve could respect that.

“I’m not kidding. Sam and Bucky said they had my back.” 

“I promise I’ll do everything I can to treat her nice and make sure she’s happy and you too.”

“Ok good.” Elijah says just as you walk back in with a tray of snacks and drinks for the three of you.

“So what are we watching?” 

“Luca.” 

“Why am I not surprised?” You murmur as you settle down.

Eli cuddles into your side to watch his favorite movie. You smile while looking down at your baby and then your eyes move up to find Steve looking at you. He had a soft smile on his lips and he winked at you before turning back to the screen. 

He could get used to this and he’s making it his mission to make you and Eli a permanent part of his life.

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i know u have been feeling stressed and hopefully this might make u feel better but for a request steve rogers x reader and theyre on their honeymoon

Hi there nonny!!!

Awww, I love that! Steve is the sweetest cinnamon roll so of course we have to write it!!!! This is so sweet, I have to!!! I hope you like it and it's accurate enough, it's my first time writing for him!

No warnings, just tooth rotting fluff!

Honeymooning with America's Ass, Steve Rogers, would include...

Poor boy has never flown before so you have to arrange the details. Once you are packed up and ready to go, he is fascinated by a modern airport. You have to hold his hand so he doesn't get lose because he likes looking in all the shops and different restaurants!

You finally get in and he gets nervous when the plane takes off so you laugh and hug him. You go "darling...you fought Red Skull, but a plane going up makes you scared?!" teasingly and kiss his cheek.

It's a long flight so you show him how to watch movies and play games on the little device thingies that are on airplens and he stays awake the whole time playing on it.

So then you guys...spend the honeymoon in ITALY!!!!

You go around to see such tall, ancient buildings. Far more ancient than Mr. Brooklyn has ever dreamt. At one point, the tour guide calls this building young since it was built in 1673 and he just stares dumbfounded!

But Steve would pick up Italian quickly. He likes calling you Italian terms of endearment like "mia/o carino/a" or "mia/o angelo/a" to make you smile.

Of course, he has to start the day by cuddling you! Though he is too excited to get up and can only take so much cuddling- like an excited puppy!

He remembers enjoying Italian places in Brooklyn when his mom and he would go to celebrate something. So he loves trying Italian cuisine. Telling you stories about his mother- and about how much she would have loved you.

He always holds your gelato like a gentleman <3 As tempted as he is, he never takes a bite of yours, he wants his new spouse to enjoy them.

However, at one point, a pickpocket creeps by you and grabs your wallet. You let out a shout and gasp as he breaks into a run.

Boy did that asshole make a mistake considering your supersoldier hubby.

Steve just fucking BOOKS IT. The pickpocket turns around and gasps. He tries to run, but Steve gets closer to him in a few steps and decks the guy until he falls easily, kicking him until he's flying like a soccer ball through the air. He then grabs your wallet throws the pickpocket to the cobbled ground and returns your wallet.

You go to all sorts of incredible art museums. Steve himself loves to doodle and when you take sitting breaks, he tries to make little copies of them. You put his hand gently over his and lean into his cheek as he does, holding his free hand.

Of course, since a lot of Italian people tend to have darker hair, they make huge eyes at his blonde locks. Some even try to flirt with him, but he quickly pushes them aside to give you a hug or flash them the new wedding band, assuring you with small kisses. There are smiles and looks of jealousy- the incredibly handsome blonde man is your husband and yours alone, as you are his.

He talks to and befriends everyone. Old ladies in cathedrals praying and kissing their crucifix necklaces. Children running around streets and jumping sunburnt into the sea. Fellow tourists in wide hats and billowy shirts. Chefs of mom-and-pop shops with rosy cheeks and loud, boisterous voices and stories in every dish.

It only makes you love him more.

[steviebbboi]

Red (Chapter 02)

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Original Female Character

Summary:

Eleana Harlow (Ellie) is an Enhanced Individual turned Avenger. She's also Steve's everything. She just doesn't really know it yet.

Warnings: non-canon, slight canon divergence, sorta established relationship, OFC has powers and is POWERful, enhanced!reader, protectiveSteve!, softDom!Steve, steve and OFC are intimate, angst, eventual smut, friend(ish) to lovers, mentions of mental health issues and PTSD, mentions of dissociative episodes, mentions of violence/death but its not too explicit. (* indicates chapters containing smut)

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Chapter 02. Fire Hazard

“Well, took you long enough. Was about to send the Iron Legion on your ass for that core spike. But most importantly, to check on my coffee.” Tony piped as she exited the elevator into the common space of the tower. 

Ellie rolled her eyes and replied, “Stark, even if you did send the Legion, they would’ve only found me reducing my core temperature. Like I was trained to do, remember?” The latter half of her inquiry laced with sarcasm. 

The team knew that she was more than capable of managing her heat spikes. The StarkWatch was programmed to alert everyone on the team when her core temperature went over the regular temperature of the human body. In a normal human’s case, it would be 98.6F. In Ellie’s case, her threshold stood over 110F. 

Ellie’s time training with SHIELD involved intensive mindfulness breathing exercises and various other grounding skills to be able to manage her own body temperature. She understood the power of breath and how she uses it determines how she regulates not only her body, but her mind. A necessity for an Enhanced individual like Ellie. 

In that moment, Ellie thought back to how a former SHIELD therapist once described it within a written profile and scoffed to herself. “The Enhanced individual requires down regulating skills due to their reported extensive trauma history and poor ability to control stated Enhancements. The Enhanced individual is recommended weekly psychotherapy, physical therapy, and pyro-kinesthetics training. The Enhanced individual is not currently recommended for field work. Further to be assessed.” 

Ellie darkly chuckled to herself quietly at the morose characterization. “Well, he wasn’t wrong.” 

Tony took his coffee from her outstretched hand and said with a more serious tone, “That StarkWatch is there to save lives, Dante. Not just theirs, but yours. Like it's trained to do, remember?” 

Ellie smirked at the attempted joviality, “Yes, I know, Stark. Don’t get all weepy on me now.” She did appreciate how Tony and the others cared about her. Despite her own self-loathing, she wasn’t an apathetic monster. Far from it, she enjoyed being needed, especially knowing that her team trusts her to watch their back- as she does them. It helps her heal.

Tony chuckled and whatever tension that was there had left. “Not a chance. My tears would disassemble the team once they realized it would heal the world. Figured that we still may need your fiery goddess-like powers to put out some flames.” 

Looking behind you, he smirked dramatically, “Ah, incoming- here comes a hazard now!” Recognizing his less than subtle warning, associated with the familiar loud footsteps, Ellie sighed deeper and cringed. She turned around knowing exactly what to expect.

In all his stature and glory, Steve Rogers was a commanding force in every room that he entered. Standing tall at his full height, shoulders back and broad, his handsome face slight with a frown - he walked towards Ellie with intention in his dark gaze. He was wearing his training gear and exuded power and a determined energy. Ellie clamped her lips together before she let out another exasperated sigh. “Why does he have to look so good during moments like this?” she annoyingly thought to herself. 

“Friday, you were supposed to let me know when to clear the room! ” Ellie whispered angrily to the ceiling.

“Apologies, Agent Harlow. Captain Rogers had overridden your command after your last core temperature alarm.”

Ellie sighed and rolled her eyes, “Of course, he did.” She whispered now to herself. Looking at Steve’s face as he got closer, she can see that he also didn’t appreciate the secret command that she gave to Friday should this ever happen again. 

“Steve, you already know–” she began to explain. It was always like this when her heat spiked. With the notification going to every member of the team, she was always met with concerned check-in’s from her friends. The captain, however, always came in with concern and frustration. As team leader, Steve didn’t particularly enjoy it when one of his teammate’s were in danger, to others or themselves. More specifically, Steve didn’t like knowing that Ellie was in danger, period. 

Steve interrupted her before she could even start to console him. “Ellie, I know that you know what to do should your temperature ever spike. But this is the fourth time this month. It used to be once every six months. I let you avoid it the last time but not anymore. What’s going on?” He stopped in front of her with his hands on his hips. Now that he was closer, she could see more worry in his eyes than anger. 

He resembled a scolding figure if she ever saw one. Her frustration peaked when she felt her initial intention to dismiss his concern had now disappeared when she noticed the sincerity of his inquiry. She knew that the super soldier was just looking after her. The first time that her core heat had risen over the past month, concern was there but was dismissed due to the fact that it had historically spiked sporadically. But then it happened again the next week. And then the following week. And then today. 

Ellie knew that the episodes were triggering it. It was almost the anniversary of the incident, and she knew that the episodes were frequent when it was coming close to the date. She just didn’t like to admit it because she should have been healed by now. She shouldn’t be this impacted by it anymore. 

In her own head, now paired with the guilt for making the others- Steve, worry, Ellie frowned and put her hand to her furrowed brow. A headache brewing out of frustration with herself. She let out a heavy sigh that carried weight that the super soldier could understand. 

“Hey,” Steve implored softly and gently gripped her arms. “We’re just worried about you, Red. You know that you can tell me anything.” 

At his touch, Ellie flushed and her entire body seemed to relax before she could even consciously recognize it. The brewing headache seemed to dissipate. His words washed over her with a familiar nurturing comfort that she always received from Steve. 

Red. A name that only Steve was allowed to call her. Barton tried to call her that once before when they were on the quinjet on their way to a mission. The long, silent look that Steve sent him was intimidating enough to quiet the whole hull. It was an instantaneous reaction and she didn’t think that Steve even remembered doing it to this day. But that was the last time that anyone had ever attempted to say it. 

Ellie let out another sigh and admitted with closed eyes, “The episodes…they’ve been more frequent the past few weeks.” A burning discomfort floated back into her body as she confessed. 

Steve caught Tony’s eyes behind her and the tech genius only pursed his lips in understanding. His usual quipped humor silenced, he took his coffee and left the room. Giving the two remaining Avengers the privacy that even Tony Stark could recognize and respect. 

With the two standing there in a muted silence, Steve broke it by squeezing her arms gently. At the additive touch, her eyes opened. Brown eyes filled with sadness and resentment matched a bright, soft, and caring blue gaze. “The anniversary is the beginning of next month.” He stated, understanding laced in his tone.

Ellie trusted, respected, and cared for all of her teammates. Her gratitude extended from the very first time that she had ever met them, worked with them, and gotten to know them. It’s only been 3 years since she officially joined the Avengers team but it felt like decades. When you go through these missions, these intense and traumatic world-shifting events, you’re going to learn all that there is to know about respecting life. And the members on the team understood that and each other in ways that nobody else ever could. 

But Steve– oh, Steve. He was a man out of time. He understood more than anyone what it was like to have had, to take, and to lose. Family. Friends. A first love. Just like she did. Through his transformation, he had to find himself again in the purest, but sometimes, most painful of ways. He had to learn to adapt to a new world. Just like she did. She and Steve were able to understand each other in ways that the other team members couldn’t. And that wasn’t an observation, nor was it a cold or isolating fact. It just was. 

This connection brought them closer over the years, and maybe in ways that the other team members could observe, and the two people in question couldn’t. 

After the mention of the anniversary, Ellie released a relieving breath. Her breathing skills now kicked in as she forced herself to regulate. She never felt more vulnerable than whenever she had to talk about the incident. Even with Steve.

Noticing this, Steve knew that it was his cue, and rubbed his hands over her arms slowly. His thumbs slowly circled her soft skin at the same time. He took the next breath with her.

“That’s it, Red. You’re okay.” He whispered and brought her closer to his chest. Their height difference put her forehead to perfectly land just underneath his collar bone. Appreciating the co-regulation, Ellie felt her hands grip Steve’s biceps in attempts to continue grounding. He was her rock. A domineering but calm force that she knew would help her move through her symptoms. 

It was like that for a couple of minutes. Steve kept whispering his reassurances, I’m with you, Red. You’re okay, El. All the while, she put her entire weight on him, her hands that were gripping his arms now tightened as she finally broke down. She didn’t want it to get to this point. She felt like a burden to the team, to Steve, and a burden to herself. But relief was all that she felt. To be able to just cry and not be judged for it. To hug someone and to feel them hug you back. It’s what she needed, and Steve gladly gave it to her.

Now hugging her to him, Steve readjusted their position and now had one arm around her waist, rubbing circles on her back. The other hand resting on the back of her neck underneath her hair. Ellie gripped the back of his shoulders like a lifeline. It always feels this intense, for some reason. It’s almost as if the incident happened just yesterday. 

A minute or two passed and Ellie’s soft sobs quieted down into short sniffles. Steve took this as another cue to check in and put enough space between them for him to catch her eye. He kept his hands around her waist and neck, prepared to bring her back in closer to him should she still need him to do so. 

Even though her eyes were now shiny, red, and slightly puffy, Steve’s empathy shined through as he met her calm and content gaze. “Hi, there.” He offered with a small grin. 

Ellie sniffled a little before returning his smile with a genuine smile of her own. “Hi, Steve.” Finally coming back into herself after a much needed emotional release, she detached herself from Steve. Not completely so but just to rest her hands on his chest while his shifted down her back. 

“How do you feel?” He asked with concern still apparent in his voice. She nodded her head slightly and said, “Better.” He softly grinned and let out a good while his right hand left her waist to caress her cheek with the back of his fingers before putting her hair behind her ear carefully. She smiled more at the care through his actions. 

Unbeknownst to Steve, he was gazing at her with a look that she will never tire of seeing upon his face. While they were always close, physical signs of affection took time to foster between the two. Ellie flushed and smiled slightly every time Steve either caressed her cheek, stroked her hair, gave her a hug or rubbed her arm, or waist. But she never denied it. She welcomed his touch happily and appreciated the soft gaze that was associated with it. 

Ellie liked to believe that his gaze held something more than just a quick look. She would like to believe it's because he saw her as more than a teammate, or even a friend, caring for another. It was personally nurturing, protecting. A softness that only seemed to be reserved for her. Naturally, it felt intimate and romantic - the way that he would look at her sometimes. He never seemed bothered by it after he initiated it, nor did she call him out on it. If she had to continue to take from him- soft touches and protective gazes she would blissfully take from Steve. 

“You can’t let yourself bottle it all in, Red. Dr. Winsherr said that the episodes will never really just fade away. No matter how much time has passed, with PTSD, it will take its time.” Steve said to her gently. Ellie looked down at her hands on his chest and let out a reluctant but agreeable mhm. She often dismissed her own mental health for the sake of her having to prove that she was strong enough or tough enough to handle her symptoms by herself. She knew it was futile to avoid her problems, but she was still working through accepting her post-trauma experience.

“Hey, you with me?” Steve nudged and squeezed at her waist again to capture her attention. Snapping her eyes from his chest to meet his, she nodded and affirmed. “I’m with you, Steve. I know. It takes time.”

Ellie knew. Of course she knew. And she knew that Steve knew because he still experiences his own episodes from time to time. Naturally, the Star Spangled Man with a plan was naturally more adaptive than she was and was able to practice his acceptance skills more easily. He still has his moments where he reverts back to the plane crash, feeling the cold water envelop his frozen body but conscious mind, or to witnessing Bucky fall to his death. Those were moments that she was there for him though. And she gladly gave just as much Steve gave today.

“Right. Do you have an appointment scheduled with Dr. Winsherr yet?” He prodded gently. He didn’t want to push her but he knew that in moments like this, therapy could offer her a space that maybe he couldn’t. 

She recognized his prying with a cheeky grin but appreciated him asking, nonetheless. “Yes, Mother Hen, I have it scheduled for next Friday.” Steve jokingly rolled his eyes at her quip and gave her one last squeeze on her hips before letting her go. Ellie also dropped her hands from his chest reluctantly, already missing his firm embrace. 

“Good. I’m glad. You know that all we want for you is to feel capable and to protect yourself. Those alerts happen for a reason, you know.” He continued on. Now she jokingly rolled her eyes and said, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. The StarkWatch is there to protect others and myself, blah blah.” Echoing Tony’s earlier sentiment back to Steve.

“Protecting others means us too.” Steve caught and spoke firmly. “If anything happened to you, Red…” he paused and continued with a darker tint to his gaze, “I’m not sure what I would do.” Her eyes widened a bit at the sudden vulnerability. It’s not because he was saying that he was scared of her, or merely worried about his team’s safety. But, because he was scared to lose her. This was a first for the both of them, to be so honest about where they stand in regards to how important they were to each other. It was mostly shown through actions. But this was through actual words.

“ Steve…” That was all Ellie could breathe out. The roles reversed and now Steve flushed, almost as if he didn’t even catch what he said until he saw her reaction. “We would all be lost without you, Red. So just make sure that you take care of yourself, okay, can you do that for us?” For me, was underneath that request. 

Ellie noticed the shift of energy and desired to cling onto it for another second. Taking a risk, she replied, “I can do that, for you, Steve.” 

Steve’s breath now hitched slightly at her response. It was exactly what he wanted to hear. His eyes grew warmer as he looked down at her. It was quiet between them now. Until Steve reached out once more with his right hand to caress the very same cheek that he had just a moment ago. She met the movement with her own by leaning into his hand until he was able to cup her cheek completely. 

“You know that we’re going to have to talk about this sometime, El." Steve whispered with his face closer to hers. Their faces were so close that they could feel each other’s breath on their skin. 

“Talk about what?” She whispered back, mesmerized by his blue eyes, her gaze still on his as she felt his other arm go back around her waist to pull her body closer to his. She hooked her arm underneath his again to clutch onto the back of his shoulder. Her other arm went around his waist to anchor herself to him. Their embrace was so intimate that there was no mistaking the energy in the room shifting into something different. Something new. 

“You know what, Red.” Steve said with a knowing tone. His nose softly nuzzled her own as her eyes unconsciously drifted shut at the sultry tone of his words. His lips were so close to brushing hers. She could practically feel his lips on hers. Almost anticipating it. 

Of course, again, Ellie knew exactly what Steve was talking about. Their increased physical contact also initiated something new between the two Avengers. An intimacy. A romantic energy that was so charged that it made Ellie’s blood rush and pool to her heavy beating heart, and to other parts of her body that were just criminal. Her body ached with a charge that she knew only Steve would be able to satiate. 

It began six months ago when they returned from an intense mission. It was a particularly rough mission. Ellie had to use her powers, which was not worrisome of course. What was worrisome was that she had a harder time pulling back on this mission. 

Her abilities included being able to absorb, manipulate, and manifest fire. She could not only generate fire from her own body, but she could also smother them. However, the use of her powers always came with some cost.

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My Masterlist

One-Shots:

Start A War by @angrythingstarlight >> Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Mob!Steve Rogers - Summary/Request: Another take on what could have been if the reader had decided to stay with Steve, not Bucky, in Pretty Little Liars story. | I always love reading anything written by angrythingstarlight, whether it's on here or it's on AO3. I have yet to read Pretty Little Liars, but this snippet has made me add it to my to-read list.

Looks Better On You by @navybrat817 >> Lumberjack! Stever Rogers x Reader - Steve can't stop thinking about how good you look in his shirts. | You got yourself the perfect amount of alluded smut, and you got yourself the lovey-dovey stuff. It's perfect, just perfect.

Could've Just Asked, Baby by @wndalovebot >> CEO Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader - Summary: All you wanted was, was some time with your CEO mate Bucky, but he seemed to busy for you lately. Well maybe calling attention to yourself was the best thing you ever did. | Did the room suddenly get 10 degrees hotter?

Still into You by @loverwebs >> Peter Parker x Scarlet Witch!Reader - Summary: You and Peter didn’t end things on the best terms and wind up seeing each other again at an Avengers party. | This is what I can picture as a realistic relationship with a fight between a super couple. The ending is *chefs kiss.*

Series:

The Happy Couple: Chapter 6 by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor >> Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader - Summary: Your father makes a deal to marry you to his top capo. (mob au) | The story just really picked up, but you can't really ever go wrong with reading one of Roo's stories. They are just so good.

AO3:

In The Mood by SkylarJames22//@skylarjameswrites >> Mob!Bucky Barnes x Shelby!Reader - Mob Boss doesn't take too kindly to the beautiful Skylar trying to take over his territory in America. He comes to her to make a deal and get her to back off, but a Peaky Blinder never backs down from a fight. | HOT! HOT! HOT!

And They Were Roommates by staygold483 >> Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x OFC - Summary: Luka has just finished her college degree and moved back to her hometown to live with her boyfriend. She runs into some of her old high school classmates, who support her when she really needs them. One of those people, is her high school crush, Bucky Barnes. | I read this story after it was completed and loved it, the ending is okay, but the story it's self is what holds it for me.

One-Shots:

Sweet Nothings by @secretswiftymarvelfan >> Chris Evans x Reader - Summary: When the world is out there pushing and shoving, all you’ve ever wanted was sweet nothings. | I'm pretty sure I have to go make a dentist appointment with Robert Evans, that's how sweet this is, and I love it.

Jealousy's My Best Friend by @cockslutpadalecki >> Professor!Andy Barber x Student!Reader - Summary: You can’t help but be a little jealous when Andy pays another student some attention. | Oh, don't act like you wouldn't be jealous if someone gave Andy extra attention. I know I would be.

Trust by @worksby-d >> Chris Evans x fem!Reader - Summary: Your second first time together. | (Read Warining, then proceed if interested.) I found this one-shot to be adorable, as well as sweet in how caring Chris was. I would definitely come back to read again on my sad days.

Housewife Duties by @lilacevans >> Ari Levinson x (non-descriptive) Female!Reader - After Ari's been gone on a long grueling work trip, you want to do whatever you can to make him feel comfortable. | I need to start my Thursday mornings, or any morning in general, honestly, reading stuff like this. It would put me in a better mood.

One-Shots:

Closer to Me by @kiki0005 >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: After you get pregnant with Tommy's child, he is adamant that you move in with him. | If I'm honest, I would let Tommy Shelby tell me what to do any day. So this one-shot of him was up my alley because he's asking and telling. Definitely worth the read.

*I'm Yours by @sunsetbeachesandwriting >> Tommy Shelby x Reader ft. John Shelby - Summary: Your body is for Tommy and Tommy alone. | I'm a fan of possessive Tommy Shelby, and I didn't know it till I read this, or I just forgot. So good.

Dada Tommy by @quinnsbower >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy is left to watch over his 6-month-old while his wife eats with his sister. What could possibly happen? | This was so adorable, funny, and just plain loving. I love Dad!Tommy, especially to baby girls. Makes my heart go pitter-patter.

The Clap by SunsetBeachesandWriting >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Jealousy never looked so good on someone like Tommy Shelby, especially when all he wants is you back. | If a man ever did this to me, I would slap them. If Tommy Shelby ever did this to me, I would swoon.

Promotion by @sunsetbeachesandwriting >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Y/N is Harry's daughter and works in the Garrison until Tommy decides to "fire" her. | This is both a mix of hot and sweet. I could picture season one or two of Tommy doing this with a massive smile on my face.

Love Is Sweeter Than Vengeance by @pherelesytsia >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Burglars break into the mansion in search of the safe and stumble upon the lady of the house. | This was so suspenseful as well as hot. Just how I like my Tommy Shelby.

You're Everywhere, Love by @sunsetbeachesandwriting >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Everyone has Tommy feeling overwhelmed. He walks out in the middle of a family meeting and goes to the one place he knows he'll find some peace. | I'm definitely not crying, and I'm definitely not going to suggest you have a box of tissues on standby when you read this.

Series:

The Boy in the Window by @notyour-valentine>> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: (Y/N) thinks the boy her daughter sees in the window of the neighbouring house is nothing but a childish fantasy; after all, no one has lived there for years, but when she brings that boy to lunch, she realizes that he is in fact very real and above all- the son of none other than the infamous Tommy Shelby. | While I'm only five chapters into this story, it's quickly becoming one of my favorites that I've read. We get to see more of Charlie and more of Tommy's sensitive and protective side.

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*Tommy's Red Right Hand by HisRedRightHand >> Tommy Shelby x OFC - Summary: As if being left in charge of the two youngest Shelby siblings wasn't enough, Tommy decides to ask a redhead as ornery as he is and her six-year-old sister to take up residence at 6 Watery Lane. | At 115 chapters so far, I took my time to cherish this story because that is how much I thoroughly enjoy reading this. I highly recommend that you head the warnings that come in the tags in the summary that come with this before you dive in. The author does a fantastic job warning you about each chapter as well.

One-Shots:

A Flower Petal by @jelsasnowflakes1 >> Geralt x Fem!Reader - Summary: When being teased for still being a virgin at Kaer Morhen, geralt comes in and "comforts you" when he sees you crying. | It's fluffy and smutty, but it's the ending for me in the end.

Sleepless by @sgt-seabass >> MobBoss! PrimeAlpha!Nick Fowler x Omega!Reader- Summary: Nick wants all of you. And he will do whatever it takes to claim your soul. | Nick knows what he wants. This is sweet because he knows he will have to make an effort to change how he acts around her.

Series:

Happatance Pt. 6 by @teds-mustache-wrangler >> Henry Cavill x OFC - Summary: Henry is about to go to bed one night when he suddenly gets a text from a random number he doesn't know. What happens when you accidentally text the star actor of The Witcher? Memes apparently. Lots and lots of memes. | I was privileged to beta-read this chapter for Wren and am honored. This is a spicy one y'all so sit back and enjoy some Henry and Lizzy!

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*A Twist In Time by Comet96 >> Tommy Shelby x Lupin!OFC - Summary: Romy Lupin was a walking cliche. She has her father's metamorphmagus abilities and also seems to be a seer. During her last year at Hogwarts, Tom Riddle is brought from his teenage years at Hogwarts into the year 2047, and soon after, Romy finds herself being sent back into time. Back to 1926, when Merope Gaunt was still pregnant. It's Romy's job to protect Tom Riddle Jr. from being taken into the wrong hands. It was all going to plan until Merope knocked the time turner, and they ended up in 1916, in the middle of the first world war and with no way to get back to 1926. There she meets the Shelbys and somehow manages to find her feet in dingy Small Heath with the help of Harry Fenton, Squib, and a distant family member. | At 43 chapters and hasn't been updated since the middle of September, this story is Harry Potter, pre-Fantastic Beast meets Peaky Blinders, and I'm living for it. It has everything magical-wise you could ask for and Shelby-wise as well. I just wish it would be updated, but dreamers can dream.

Legacy by cl410 or @i-like-plan-m >> Darcy Lewis x Bucky Barnes - Summary: Darcy Lewis meets the Hales from Teen Wolf. (My poor summary.) | I love Stiles from Teen Wolf, and I love this What If twist that the author has done with Darcy. The whole series is good, and I recommend everyone give it a read if you are a fan of Darcy Lewis or MCU and Teen Wolf.

Blue by galaxiejoon >> Louis Tomlinson & OFC >> Summary: Elle is a seven-year-old girl who meets Louis and asks him to describe the color blue to her. | This is adorable and made me tear up the first time I read it in years. I still tear up every time I read it.

@peakyscillian - Looking for a masterlist to binge or just a variety of Tommy and Cillian? I would check out Laura's page and her writing.

@teds-mustache-wrangler - Are your Henry Cavill needs not getting met? Do you feel like perhaps you need to read about Henry Cavill, but haven't yet? Well go on down to Wren's blog, she has all your Henry Cavill needs met.

@gypsy-girl-08 - If you are a fan of Cillian Murphy or Peaky Blinders, then I would check this writer out. They have many Thomas Shelby series to choose from as well as Cillian Murphy

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Just Be Mine Part 5 (Last Part) Warnings: Emotional damage Word Count: 2.1k Summary: After a horrible past with your way upper class family, you’re invited to your brothers long awaited wedding. Once again, you’re going to attend a family reunion as a single lady. This, to your family is a disgrace making you feel like an outcast from your family. Once you open up about this to your best friend Steve, he puts an offer to pretend to be your boyfriend for the weekend. How will that end for your friendship? A/N: I’m so sorry you had to wait this long again for another part, hopefully I’ll get better at this! Previously: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Masterlist

The steam from the skin burning shower you just took had taken over the bathroom, almost making it hard to breathe. Your skin still damp even after you dried it with the luxurious cotton towel. Your hair laying over your shoulder and you finished getting ready for bed. Almost wanting to ask the receptionist for another room after everything that had happened. You could feel tears burning in your eyes as you reached the door, dreading to walk out and meeting Steve.

You took a big breath before walking outside, the white towel wrapped around your body to cover up and the feeling of insecurity crept over you. The room was pitch black as you tried to guide yourself over to your suitcase to find something to wear. But your right foot bumped into the chair that was right next to your suitcase and a small groan of pain escaped your lips.

“Fucks sake” you murmured out and you could hear a small laugh from the big irritating man in the bed.

“You okay?” He almost whispered out, like he was afraid to ask.

“I’m fine” you spat out as you reached down to put on a pair of panties and a shirt.

He didn’t say anything else after that and the tension between the two of you grew. You could feel the tears roll down your cheeks as you walked over to the couch at the end of the bed. Taking a blanket with you before laying down and staring up into nothing.

“Are you really going to sleep on the couch?” Steve asked sweetly, him totally ignoring the spite in your voice before.

“Yes, I’m fine here” you said and he didn’t argue, probably not wanting to irritate you further.

After hours of turning to finally be comfortable you fell asleep. Not wanting the morning to come at all.

~~~

The warm sun was warming you up as the rays of sunshine shine through the windows. A small smile spread on your lips as you stretched out your body. But that smile quickly disappeared as you remembered everything from yesterday, the night you ruined everything with Steve. A small tear fell down your cheek as you sat up quickly, you looked over at the big king-sized bed behind you, but he was nowhere to be found. Maybe he had left?

You stood up and walked towards the bathroom, noticing all his stuff was still all over the room, so he didn’t leave. Why?

You continued your way to the bathroom, and you just walked inside and headed quickly towards the toilet.

“You didn’t bother to knock?” Steve’s voice brought you out of your sleepy state as you looked up at him from where you sat. His hair dripping wet from the shower, the water beads falling down his toned chest. You couldn’t help but to stare.

“I-I’m sorry, I just really had to pee” you blurred out as you had to tear your eyes away from the man in-front of you.

“I guess we don’t have any boundaries anymore” he tries to joke out and a small laugh escaped your lips.

“I guess so” you mumbled out before flushing the toilet and almost running out.

Your mind bringing you back to reality and you remembered that today was the day, the ceremony. You groaned as you started to roam around the room for that light blue satin dress your mum had picked out for you to wear. Your hair up in a messy bun and your bare face amusing Steve as he watched you from the bathroom doorway.

~~~

He smiled at you, feeling that warm feeling filling him up as he watched you. That feeling of love he had for you and that feeling he had felt last night before he ruined everything with you. He hated himself for not saying how he really felt for you, that he just shut his mouth and let his anxious mind take over. Leaving you hurt. The smile on his lips quickly disappearing as the memories of your sad face filled his mind.

He finished getting ready just as you did, but you disappeared into the bathroom and he brought out his light grey suit, he had bought to match your dress. He ironed it so it would look perfect, he needed to fix this or at least make your family believe how perfect the two of you were. He didn’t want you to be hurt, he didn’t want your family to be the reason of that. If at least he could fix that.

As he was tying his shoes up you walked out from the bathroom, the dress on. He looked up at you with awe, never had he seen someone so beautiful as you.

“C-can you help med zip up the back?” You asked quietly, as you were afraid to talk to him. It hurt.

“Of course” he said and stood up behind you.

You moved your perfectly curled hair out of the way, exposing your bare neck, only clad in a thing silver chain, to him. He let out a shaky breath as he zipped the dress slowly, the want to touch your soft, rose smelling skin almost unbearable to him. His fingertips gracing over your shoulders before taking a step back.

“There you go love” he said and you turned to look at him, your y/e/c eyes looking up at him, the look on your face burning into him.

“Thank you” you said before taking your bag in hand and walking over to the door. “You ready?”

“Yes”

The walk down to the ceremony was awfully quiet, the tension between the two of you horrible. Steve looked over at you so many times he lost count and not once had you looked at him. His heart sunk to the bottom of his chest as the two of you came closer to the event. He took a big breath before taking your hand in his and you looked up at him, confused.

“I’m here to play your boyfriend, remember?” He spat out, a little too spiteful for his taste and a sad look appeared on your face.

“Yeah, to play” you whispered out before plastering on your best fake smile you could.

The two of you walked hand in hand down the aisle and towards your seats next to your parents.

“There the two of you are, finally! Thought you were going to be late!” She almost shouted out and Steve just looked at her in disbelief. That woman made his skin crawl.

“We are more that on time” you said and sat down quickly, Steve following shortly.

His thumb rubbed the back of your hand and you looked up at him, a comforting smile spread across his lips and his grip on your hand tightened.

“I’m always here for you” he whispered against your hair before kissing your head sweetly. Making your chest ache.

“And I’m always here for you” you whispered back to him before laying your head on his shoulder.

~~~

It had been weeks since your brother’s wedding and weeks since you last talked to Steve. You hated being away from him and you hated the way things just ended between you two, feeling like it wasn’t done there. You loved him, you truly did but you were too afraid to tell him.

“The worlds calling Y/N” your coworker said to you and waved her hand in front of your face.

“Huh?” You snapped out of thoughts as her concerned face looked at you.

“We have a lot of things to do today, you can’t be sitting around here daydreaming” she said and hit your shoulder playfully before taking her charts with her.

You looked down the desk in front of you and you sighed. You were covering the ER today and you were not feeling it. All you wanted to do was to curl up in your bed and watch sad movies all day. But no. You had the most hectic day ahead and you were not feeling it. All you could think about was Steve, how you regret not letting him finish his talk with you, how you had let your feelings get in the way. Just like a confused teenager.

You continued your shift with a migraine from all the shouting that had occurred during one of your patient’s cases, his family shouting at both you and the doctor. It felt like everything you did today was just floating around and doing just what you needed to and nothing more. You were now on your way down to the changing rooms to change out of your scrubs before driving home to your sweet home. Just wanting to be alone. Your back hurting as you took the scrubs off and taking your leggings and sweatshirt on. Sighing as you felt the comforting smell of roses from your fabric softener, the smell Steve adored so much, you knew that. He always used to tell you that, how it smelled like home.

You took your phone out of your bag as you walked out to the parking lot, taking his number out.

“And what would I say?” You mumbled to yourself as you unlocked your car door and sat down. Leaning back in the seat and feeling comfort in the new leather smell.

You drove back home, traffic horrible as your favorite artists music played loudly in the car. Trying to block out your thoughts and focus on the driving. Finally, you were home, you opened the door, not paying attention to it already being unlocked and you threw your bag on the floor. Sighing in relief as you heard soft music playing from your speakers. That’s when you realized, you hadn’t put that on, and you did not in fact unlock the door. You looked up from your feet and your eyes met a candlelit apartment with food set up on the table and a soft looking Steve in your kitchen. You had to pinch yourself to know if it was real or your tired brain playing games with you.

“Hi” You said softly as Steve turned around from the stove, your light pink apron clad his torso and a small laugh escaped your lips. His hair soft and not styled, his body clad in grey joggers and a white t-shirt. “Hi” He said, voice a little shaky as his eyes wandered over you. “I’m so sorry love” “I’m sorry too” You said and walked up to him, taking the spatula out of his hands before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him close to you. His arms wrapping around your waist and nestling his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. “I love you” He mumbled into your hair, and you unwrapped yourself from his grip, looking up at him in disbelief as a smile spread across your lips. His sad eyes looking down at you making him look like lost puppy. “I love you too Steve” You said and a wide smile spread across his lips. “You do?” He asked, wanting more confirmation as you just shook your head. “Of course I do, have I showed you anything else?” You asked and he just grabbed your face in his hands and crashing his lips to yours. Your head going dizzy from all that was happening, how good everything felt. “I’m so glad I kept that key” He said as he pulled away from you, thumbs caressing your cheeks as blue eyes looked into yours. “So am I big guy” You said and Steve laughed at you. “What you’re cooking there?” “I’m trying to make your favorite but don’t have high hopes” He said embarrassed and you just smiled at him. “I think it’ll be perfect Steve”

And that’s how the two of you ended the evening, with each other. All wrapped up in love and comfort. All bad in the past. Steve did propose to you a year later and you couldn’t be more happy than you were with him, you had found your home.

[zenaidamacrouras1]

If you need a fic to go along with this image, may I ever so humbly suggest my lifeguard Steve fic Cruel Summer? In this AU Steve looks like that, and drinks his water like that, and also really likes to talk about his concerns with the Supreme Court not having term limits. He thinks a better system would have a new justice take the bench every two years (the first and third year of each presidential administration) and spend 18 years in active service. Did you know 67% of Americans support term limits for Supreme Court justices?

Hydra(te) Cap

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Fade to Black (4/11)

Summary:  When Steve was taken as a prisoner in the fabled vampireNick Fury’s castle, he never thought that he’d ever live his days in peace.

Word Count:1.6K

Warnings:

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Steve could smell the scent of the castle along with the scent of her perfume. He knew she’d follow him. She was a curious creature, a knowledgeable being. Steve would do an abundance to teach her in the castle if circumstances were different. But, alas, times weren’t the same. He’d heard her stumble on a fallen trunk and that gave him the chance to hide behind a thick pine tree. He knew she was approaching his hiding place and stiffened for a long moment until the scent of her blood had become nauseating to him.

Steve heard her voice calling to him and nearly stepped into the light to reveal himself. He stopped short, however, and hunched his stance, displaying his set of fangs, drool slowly spewing down his chin. He had a father figure to protect and he’d be damned to Hell shall he allow her to catch sight of Nick in his form.

The castle had been his home for far too long of a time to have her intrude in such an intimate setting. She was a mere mortal. Yes, he harbored emotions towards her, yet he couldn’t understand exactly what they had been. He wanted her-ached for her. It was only a matter of time before he outed himself.

He licked his canines as she approached, his thoughts roaming with desire and blood thirst as her scent overcame his sense and his conscience. Damned the consequences. Damned the village. Damned her life and her sickening heartbeat. The rhythm ached in his ear drums in a loud, echoing snare. He couldn’t bare to hear the echoing sounds resonating for much longer. He allowed his saliva to coat his teeth, allowing the liquid to drip from his mouth and onto the leaf-covered ground.

“Steve?” She called out once more.

“Stay back.” His head had been spinning rapidly. He needed to get away from her, yet his feet refused to cooperate with his mind. He stayed planted to the spot.

“What is wrong with you?” She pleaded with him. “Are you injured?”

His breathing became labored, he was starting to suffocate. This was a new thirst he’d never felt before and he had no idea how to handle it. “Don’t come any closer.” He swallowed hard as he put a hand up to try and put more distance between himself and her. The ache in his throat was unbearable. He needed to taste her. He wanted her underneath him squirming, screaming. He wanted to taste the fear spilling from her body. He wanted to feed on her very flesh. He was desperate for bloodshed. Halting in her step, she froze. “What’s wrong, Steve? Please, tell me; I can help you.”

“Y/N, go back to your village.” He pleaded. “I’m not safe. You’re not safe from me. I should have fled away that first night we became acquainted with one another. I should have listened to my father when he warned me humans were dangerous creatures to behold.”

“The castle?” She chuckled, her laughter child-like and giddy. “That legendary place on the outskirts of the village? Nick Fury’s castle? That legendary vampire who wrecked havoc on this town nearly a millennia ago? None of that is real., Steve. It’s all a legend. Vampire or bloodsuckers don’t exist. It’s all a fairy tale parents-”

“Creatures like Nick exist, Y/N.” Steve interrupted her quietly, his blue eyes brimming with lust and ache.

“Prove it to me, then.”

“I’ve already said too much.” He shook his head, mouth contorting in agony. “Return to your dwelling and never look in this direction again, Y/N. I beg of you, please.”

“How can I forget you?” She asked, tilting her head to the side. “There’s something strange and interesting about you that pulls me into your grasp. I would never forgive myself if I let you go.”

“Leave, Y/N.” He growled out, his fingernails digging into the trunk of the tree next to him. “Leave and never return to me. This isn’t your place to be. You deserve a full life- don’t allow me to cut it short for your ignorance.”

She stepped toward him, reaching out to him. Her concern turned to slight fear as he gripped her wrist and pushed her roughly against the tree trunk. “I warned you numerous times.” He groaned as his mouth glided along her throat. He could feel the rapid pacing of her bloodstream just underneath the skin. He ached to drink her, drain her completely.

“Prove your existence to me.” She whined. “Show me what you’ve been trying to tell me. Show me that legends can come true. Show me how dangerous your kind can be.”

Growling in anger, he forced himself to step away from her and looked away, at the streaks of sunrise between the trees. “Do you wish to see me, then?” He stepped backward, pleading with his eyes. He stepped backward until he felt the flesh of his neck burning with intensity. “This is why I only meet with you at midnight.” He blinked at her and hissing as he stepped back into the protection of the trees. “Humans can enjoy the sunlight while I cannot do so. It burns my flesh in ways you could only dream of.”

“How many humans have you killed before?” She asked.

“None; you’re the first human I’ve come into contact with since I’ve been reborn.”

“What if I gave you the chance?”

“I would never release you; I’ve been aching to taste the sweet scarlet stream that flows within your body since the moment I’ve spoken to you all those weeks ago. I would drain your body of life.” Steve licked hungrily at his lips at the thought. “I’ve been wanting a taste of your blood for a long time.”

“I trust that you will let go.” She smiled uncertainly.

Laughing harshly, he took a step backward. “You’re foolish if you think I will fall for your human trap. It’s trickery.”

“Will I see you again?” She asked as the sun rose higher in the sky.

“My father will not take kindly to me outing myself to you tonight; I swore that this event would never occur.”

“Does Nick hurt you, Steve? Nick, he’s your father, right?”

“He’s not going to be relieved of my actions tonight. He warned me not to out myself numerous times and I refused to listen.”

“My apologies.”

Turning to the sky, he groaned, licking at his lips as he turned back to face her once more. “I’ve overstayed my welcome tonight; I must go.”

Before Steve had the chance to walk away, she grabbed his arm and forced him to turn and face her, planting her lips on his own. Growling, he pulled away from her, gripping her biceps tightly as he stared at her.

“You should never have done that, human.” He spat out, his head spinning a mile a minute.

His body shook with lust as he slammed her body against the tree trunk behind her. Before she could protest or utter a cry of pain, Steve sunk his teeth into the exposed skin of her throat, warm liquid spilling into his mouth immediately. He distantly heard a moan fall from her lips. His stance straightened before he pushed his body against her own, her back pressing hard against the rough trunk.

He felt his hunger ease immensely as the bloodstream flooded into his mouth. Her blood tasted sweet, like sugar cane. He could stand in this place for eternity if it meant he could taste her blood until the end of time. After only a moment, he forced himself to take a step backward, breath heavy with lust and hunger. His body was beginning to react in ways he never imagined possible with himself being a creature of the undead. He was feeling aroused and full of lust.

“I must go.” He swallowed, wanting nothing more than to return to her throat and continue draining her body of blood. “I never should have done what I had. I must go.”

“Go.” She reached up to graze her fingers along the puncture marks along her throat.

He turned on his heel and bolted through the maze of greenery, careful to not burn himself among the streaks of sunlight that peeked out randomly between the leaves of trees. He felt tears pricking at his eyes at the thought of punishment that he would receive some Nick once he fell aware of Steve’s actions. He knew he had broken rules and laws set to protect himself and Nick. He had no intentions on outing himself nor admitting Nick’s existence to him. He had assumed the worst. He had assumed the girl would follow him home for answers. He assumed Nick would behead him himself the moment he learned of Steve’s betrayal of trust.

Once he had reached the safety of the gates he choked out a sob, an ache in his chest he couldn’t explain. He drank from a breathing human. He disobeyed his father’s trust. The ache of his burning skin was minute compared to the pain of seeing the disappointment from Nick, he was sure of that. He entered the castle, knowing fully that Nick knew of his presence. He no longer felt the lust and arousal from being around her, instead, his thoughts were clouded, much like his judgment of character. He had simply been amazed that a mob had not charged the castle as of yet.

“Sir?” Steve called out with a horrid sob choking his throat. He peered along every room he strolled by, fearing the look on Nick’s face with every step. Nick had been seated in the library once Steve had finally located him, a heavy novel placed on his lap, a small fire smoldering in the middle of the room, enlightening the place with a faint orange glow.

“Steven!” Nick exclaimed as he glanced up from the novel, closing the book once he surveyed Steve’s cowering figure. “What have you done? Where have you been all this time? Are you only just returning?”

Steve flinched horridly as Nick stood up and rushed to his aid. However, when Nick had simply run a thumb over the scorch marks along Steve’s cheeks, Steve relaxed if only for a moment. “You’ll need treatment; however, it won’t do permanence.”

“Father?” Steve choked out in a sob.

“Come, sit.” Nick invited, guiding Steve to the chair he had abandoned.

“I-I-”

Cupping Steve’s face, Nick wiped at his face, careful to not bring Steve any harm. “Tell me what happened.”

“I disobeyed orders; I lost control for a moment of time.” He mumbled, flinching as Nick leaned back. Steve looked at him as he sighed out and dropped his hand away from Steve’s face.

“Did anyone see you?” He asked, fright pulling at his brows. Silently, Steve shook his head. “Did she coax you? Ask you? Did you force yourself upon her?”

“She begged me.” Steve whispered. “She knew of my birthing all along. She knew of your birthing status, yet the entire village assumes you’re a legend, a myth, something parents tell their children about as a bedtime story. Father, forgive my actions and my words, I beg you.” Nick’s silence prompted Steve to whimper out. “I’ll go pack my luggage.”

“I cannot allow that.” Nick stopped him from standing from the chair, resting a hand on Steve’s bicep. “You’re too weak to survive on your own; you’d easily get captured or hunted once the villagers know you’ve run off.”

“I had assumed you’d be furious with me. I’d thought you’d no longer want me here in the castle with you. I will not fight with you shall you wish to lock my back inside this castle once more.”

“I may be disappointed, but not with you, my son.”

“What are you disappointed with, then, sir?”

“Myself,” Nick sighed out. “I am disappointed with myself for not being there for you when you needed my guidance. I could have stopped this before it started. I did not foresee this coming; I was foolish. Even though I have the rights to chain these towers, I shall not do so. I urge you to learn to be cautious when coming into contact with these forsaken humans.”

Nodding, Steve wiped at his face, regretting his action instantly, the burning of his face aching horribly.

“Go and rest, my boy; you’ll need it. I shall be in your room later on to treat your wounds.”

“Yes, sir.”

NEXT CHAPTER

[sherrybaby14]

Eternity

This is my entry for Darkficsyouneveraskedfor’s challenge.  Congrats lady!

Prompt:  “Shh, it’s okay. It’ll only hurt a little.”  And I combined it with this request:  I absolutely loved your Sannr Ast series😍😍 I can picture a dark! Steve/ Bucky/ Tony in a medieval AU where you are forced to be the new queen and they want to consummate their marriage but she doesn't want to 😏💕💕

Warnings:  Dub-con, smut, angst, virgin reader

Summary: Princess AU. Your life gets turned upside down after a royal decree.  

Pairings:  Steve x reader, Bucky x reader (not a cheating fic).

A/N:  I might have some wrong medieval terminology, please don’t shoot me. Also..because of passage of time your age changes through out the story, which might make it a bit off putting at first.  

The bump of the road made you fold your arms and stick your tongue out.

“That’s not how a lady behaves.” Your nursemaid glared at you.  “We’re almost there.  Aren’t you excited to meet your future husband?”  

“No.” You looked out the window, longing to escape to the forest and climb the trees, maybe find a lake.  “I am never getting married.”

“Do not be ridiculous.  Your father has secured a wonderful match for you.”  She sighed. “This arrangement will allow the two of you to learn about one another long before the wedding bells.”  

“I don’t care.  I won’t like him. He will not like me.”  You slouched in the seat.  “I have no desire for a husband.”  

“He is best friends with the Prince.  You will attend court, lavish parties, eat fine foods. Your life is set.”  

You ignored your maid as the castle came into view.  It looked more like a prison than a palace.  Maybe the boy would hate you as much as you hated him. Hate was a strong word. Maybe the two of you could have been friends, but knowing he was your fiancé made the situation too peculiar.  

“Straighten your dress.” The nurse leaned forward and started poking at your hair, fluffing and changing the style.  “You want to make a good first impression.”  

“Do I?”  Even as you asked the question you did as you were told and smoothed out your skirt.  “We’ve been on the road for over a week.  We look traveled and weary.”  

“It will be a short introduction, then we will retire to your rooms, possibly sleep.”  The nurse smiled.  

“I’m to stay the entire summer?  What if it is awful? Can’t we leave? I want to go home.” You felt tears form at the corner of your eyes. “I’m too young. I don’t want a husband.”  

“This is the first of many summers.”  Your nurse tucked a hair behind your ear.  “Eventually, when you wed, this will be your home year round. Now smile.”

The carriage came to a stop.   The dread in your stomach went into overdrive.  You knew the greeting, the formal line of receiving, the proper behavior.  As the footman opened the door and offered his hand your reluctance came forward.  

“I am certain the young man is as nervous as you are dear.”  Your maid took your hand and moved it to the foot man’s. “Let’s not delay any further.”  

You rose from the carriage, feeling out of sorts, as if your brain was not in control of your body.  There was the line of people to greet you.  You scanned them and stopped upon a boy with dark hair and bright eyes.  That was him.  

Your heart fluttered at his good looks, but before you could stare you moved to the next and your jaw dropped at the blonde next to him. It was Prince Steven, you recognized the portraits.  Your betrothed really was the Prince’s best friend.  

When your feet hit the ground, the Prince snickered and nudged James Barnes forward.  He scowled as he walked up to meet you.  

“You are a little girl.”  His eyes looked you up and down.  “Is this a joke?”

He couldn’t have been more than a few years older than you and you scoffed at the suggestion.  

“I am thirteen years old.” You clenched your fists. “Hardly a child.”  

“Do I really have to spend all summer with her?”  James turned to look at his parents.

You saw the anger on their faces, but noticed the grin the Prince wore.  As far as introductions went this was the opposite of what you were expecting, but were relieved.  Manners didn’t seem to matter here.

“James!” His mother chastised him.  “Remember what we discussed.”  

“Lady Y/L/N, I am pleased to make your acquaintance.  Welcome to our kingdom.”  He didn’t hide the sneer in his voice.  

“Master Barnes, I am not pleased to make your acquaintance.  I do not want to marry you and I hope to spend my summer avoiding you at all costs.”  You held your chin high.

“Y/N.”  Your nurse gasped.  “Please excuse us.  It has been a long journey. I believe the lady is tired.”  

“Of course.”  Lady Barnes gave a sad smile. “Let us show you to your rooms.”  

As your trunks were unloaded you followed with a new goal for the summer: make yourself scarce or scary.  If he objected enough maybe you could get out of this arrangement after all.

~~ You were giddy when your estate came into view.  Home after a terrible long summer.   You stuck your head out the window and waved to your parents.  Too eager for the carriage to stop you flung open the door and jumped out.

“Stop!” Your nurse cried out, but it was too late.  

You ran to your parents and through yourself into their arms.  

“How was it?  We missed you dear.”  Your mother held you tight.

“It was terrible.”  Your nurse was right behind you, breathing heavily. “They spent the entire summer bickering at each other, if they even spent any time together at all.  I swear she forgot all of her lessons on decorum.”  

“What was the Prince like?”  Your little sister chimed in.  

“Quiet.”  You pulled away from the hug.  “What the Nurse said was right.  It is not a good match.”

“If you spent the summer fighting, sounds like a perfect match.” Your father laughed and shook his head. “Time will tell.”  

You scowled, but your sister grabbed your hand and tugged you inside.  And you were eager to hear how her months had been.   ~~

The next summer was worse.  They forced you to spend time together.  

“I bet you don’t know how to shoot one of these.”  James pulled out an arrow and aimed for the bullseye.  “Too busy reading or learning cross-stitch.”  

He fired the arrow, barely making it on to the target.  Prince Steve seemed to be the only exception to your private time, as he was always glued to James’ side, rarely speaking.  

You rolled your eyes and took the bow, lining up an arrow.  

“My father has no sons.”  You let the quiver go, unsurprised when it hit the center.  “He insists on a well rounded education.”  

Steve started to laugh as James’ face fell.  

“I would offer to teach you, but I do not think your brain is capable of handling the lesson.”  You dropped the bow. “I suppose that is enough for today.”  

You walked off the yard, head held high, dreading the next time they forced the two of you together.  

~~

Summer number three was more entertaining.  You had made a friend with one of the guards and each night awaited your little chats. It made your forced time with James easier, since you had something to look forward to.  

“How is your boyfriend?” James asked as he walked into the library.  

“Excuse me?” You lowered your book.  

“You shouldn’t be flirting like that.”  He sat down next to you.  

“Are you jealous?” Your eyes went wide.  

“No.” He sneered, but a smile crept on your face.  “What are you reading?”

“You care?”  You knew he was sent here, not by choice.  

“No.” He relaxed his features. “But if we have to spend time together, may as well make it interesting.  Tell me the story?”  

Prince Steve stepped forward and began scanning the walls, looking for a book and ignoring you.   You wondered why he wasn’t courting his own future princess.  

“Alright.”  You started filling James in, there were worse ways to pass the time.  

~~

Summer number four came and your flirting friend disappeared from the castle.  You weren’t as upset as you thought.  

It was more of the same, only now you were old enough to attend some of the nighttime events.  

“May I have this dance?” James offered you his hand.  

The looks from his parents told you it was an order, but he did look handsome in his dress and you placed your hand in his as he led you to the dance floor.  

“You look lovely.”  He glanced at the floor as he spoke.  

“That sounded genuine.”  You were shocked.  “Where is the snarl afterward?”  

“No snarl.”  James looked up at you.  “I mean it.  You look lovely Lady.”  

A smile crept on your face as he spun you around. He was handsome.  Something in your stomach fluttered, and for the first time, it wasn’t a feeling of dread.  

~~

The fifth summer you were almost excited when you arrived.  James stepped forward from the receiving line and took your hand.  

“Welcome Lady Y/L/N.” He placed a small kiss. “I am happy for your safe travels.”  

“The long journey is worth the destination.” You smiled.  

The forced spending time together stopped.  You found yourself seeking out James’ company.  He was always with the Prince, who continued his indifference toward you.  But the three of you took walks, went for rides on the horses, even took turns choosing books to read together.  It was more fun than you’d imagined.  

The final night of your stay was another ball.  You’d spent the summer dancing away in James’ arms and tonight you were sad it was the last time.  When the song stopped he did not drop your hand, instead he led you out to the balcony to look at the castle grounds.  

“I will miss you.”  He leaned over the railing. “May I write to you?”

“I would like that.”  You gave a coy smile, trying hard to fight the instinct to babble away to him.  “And I will miss you too.”  

“Next summer, its our wedding.”  There was a nervousness to his voice. “Does that please you?”  

“I suppose.” You bit back the urge to tell him you were thrilled with the prospect.  

“It pleases me.” He stood straight up and turnt toward you.  “Very much.”  

You thought you were going to melt.  Then his hand reached out and tucked a lock of your hair back, his fingertips dragging across your skin.  His heavenly blue eyes focused on yours as his face dipped down.  

Your first kiss.  You’d wanted this all summer.  Your lips began to pucker, eager to feel his touch them.  He was moments away when a loud crunching sound made both of your necks turn.  

Prince Steve stood at the doorway.  His face was red with embarrassment.  

“Apologies.”  He spun on his heel and walked inside.  

You looked back at James, but he kept his eyes on his friend.  

“I should go see what that was about.” He moved to follow, leaving you alone on the balcony.

You were bitter over the lack of lips, but also tingly at the thought of what was to come.  One year from now you would be a married woman, with the love of your life. ~~

The letters were poetic and beautiful.  You spent the entire trip reading them over and over, focusing on the last line of the latest one:  

I love you.

It was so simple, but so intoxicating.  James loved you and you were about to become Lady Barnes.  You could not wait to start your life.  

“Are we there yet?” Your sister yawned.  

This trip was different.  This was your wedding.  There would be no end to your stay and your entire family came along.  

“Yes.”  You smiled as the castle came into view, sticking your head out the window.  

“Stop that.”  Your mother touched your thigh.  “We all now how eager you are, but you must behave like a lady.”  

“Three days.”  You leaned back in your seat.  “Three days.  It feels like an eternity.”  

“After you will have eternity together.”  Your mother smiled. “You can wait three days.”  

When your carriage came to a stop you waited for the footman, wishing you could throw the rules out the window and dive out, running into James’ arms.  

The door opened and a hand was offered.  Your mother went first and it seemed like she was taking her time. Such a contrast to that first summer six years ago.  

It was your turn and you were grinning so large your face hurt.  When you stepped out you scanned the receiving line and your smile began to fade.  Where was James?  

“Oh my.” Your mother bowed. “Your majesties.”  

It dawned on you who was there.  The king, the queen, and Prince Steve.  Why would the royal family be here to greet you?  You expected Steve at the wedding, but didn’t think his parents would attend.  

“Please stand.”  The king stepped forward.  “May I have a word with you Lord?”  

“Of course.”  Your father went to meet the king and your mother followed with the queen.  

You looked at Steve with shock as he came forward.  

“What is happening?  Where is James?”  You feared the worst. “Is he sick or injured?  His letters mentioned nothing.”  

“I don’t know.”  Steve shrugged.  “I was told to come meet you and that my parents were attending.  I expected him to arrive as well. I saw him last night and all was well.”  

“Do you suppose he changed his mind about me? Is the engagement off?”  You walked next to Steve.  

“You’re wonderful Lady.”  Steve offered you his arm.  “He would be a fool to do so.”  

Your brain wracked with worry and fear you didn’t speak as Steve led you to your room.  Where was James?

~~

You paced, knowing exactly where James’ quarters were.  Should you go there and pound on his door?  It would scandalous, but you were to be married in three days.  Those would become your quarters as well then.  

The waiting was killing you.  You went to the door ready to storm the halls, but it opened before you got to the handle.   Your parents walked in, beaming.  

“What has happened?  Where is James? Is he alright?”  Your fear contrasted their glee.  

“The most wonderful situation.”  Your mother took your hands as your father placed his on your shoulder.  

“Has the wedding been moved up?”  Maybe that’s why he wasn’t there. He was busy preparing.

“Yes.  Tomorrow.”  Your mother wiped a tear.  “But that is not the most glorious part.”  

“Tell me.”  Your patience was running out.  

“You’re to become the queen.”  Your father squeezed your shoulder.  “A match I never would have dreamed of.”  

“Queen?” You dropped your mother’s hand and stepped out of your father’s touch.  “Was there a royal decree?  Is James now a prince?”  

“James is no longer the groom.” Your father’s smile did not falter.  “You have made quite an impression the past few summers and the king and queen believe you will make the perfect daughter-in-law.”  

“What?”  All feeling from your body dropped.  “Steve?  I’m to marry Steve?”  

Images of your time together flashed before your eyes, the way he was so quiet, lurking in the background.  His eyes on you as your danced with James, the crunch that broke your kiss.  

“No.” You shook your head. “I don’t love him.  I want James.”  

The joy on your father’s face turned to anger.  Your mother put a hand on his chest.  

“I am sure what she means is that the news is stunning, but she is thrilled with the development.”  Your mother calmed your father.  “What a way to honor your family and your kingdom.  A crown.  You will be a fine queen.”  

“Does Steve know?”  You thought back to your earlier conversation with him.

“Already so informal.”  Your father’s smile returned.  “What a match.”  

Your mother began discussing changes to the wedding and the dress that was being delivered, but you zoned out wondering two things:  how could this be happening and where was James?

~~

You were under strict orders not to leave your room until it was time for the wedding.  There would be no speaking to Steve or finding James.  In order to appease your parents, you agreed, but when bedtime approached and sleep never came you rolled out of bed and made your way into the halls.  

Familiar enough to not need a light to guide you while you crept to James’ rooms.  When you arrived you debated on knocking, but didn’t want to risk drawing attention.  

When you pushed open the door you noticed a lit fire.  James rose from his seat, his hair longer and blue eyes illuminated by the flames.  Your heart felt like it was drawn towards him, tugging at your chest.  

“James!”  All your fears fell away when you rushed to him, throwing you arms around his neck.  “They say I’m to marry Steve.  I don’t understand.  It’s all happening so fast and I’ve missed you. And I love you.”  

He smiled at you, but there was pity on his face.  He reached behind and grabbed your wrists pulling them off and in front of his chest.  

“You shouldn’t be here.”  He shook his head.  “You have a big day tomorrow.”  

“You don’t care?”  This was not the response you were expecting.  “But you’re my betrothed, I love you.”

“A part of me will always love you too.” He let go of your hands. “You’re to be queen.  I am happy for you, and for Steve.”  

“I don’t want the crown. I want you.” You pressed your hands to his chest. “Let’s run away.  Steal horses and flee. We can live a simple life.”  

“I am getting my own castle in the south.” James smiled at you. “I will be the leader of the region. I’ve been made a duke.”

You studied his face, unsure how he could be serious.  Your hands on his chest felt foolish as you took a step back.  

“This is for the best.”  James gave a half smile. “Return to your room and get some sleep.  There is no finer person fit for the crown.  I will see you at the wedding. I am sure you will look lovely.”  

Your world was spinning out of control.  Tears on the verge of breaking through.  You would not let him see you cry.  You turned away and went for the door, heaving yourself into the hallway before a sob broke loose.  How could this be happening?

When you turned to your room you hit something hard and bounced back, almost hitting the floor when strong arms grabbed you.  You were found out of your room, but you didn’t care.  Whatever punishment coming could not be worse than the broken heart you were feeling.  

“Y/N?”  Steve’s voice brought you no comfort.  “What are you doing here?”  

“Did you know?”  You tried to hide the shake in your voice.  

“No.”  Steve’s hands steadied you. “I was a surprised as you were.  I came here to talk to James, try and find a solution.”  

“He doesn’t love me.”  You let the sob come out and fell forward.  “It was all a lie.”  

“That’s not true.”  Steve touched your back as you sobbed against his chest. “That would make him a fool.”

“I was supposed to marry him.  My entire life, I don’t understand.”  You cried into Steve.  “We have to stop this.  I can’t be with you.  I don’t love you.”  

“We will figure out a way.”  Steve continued to comfort you.  “I promise.”  

The tension in your shoulders rolled out.   Steve was on the same page as you, at least that was a relief.  

“How?”  You wiped your eyes and looked up.  “The wedding is tomorrow.”  

“And we will wed.”  Steve wiped a tear away.  “Worry about the rest later.”  

“Promise?”  At least part of your broken heart had some stability.  

“Let’s get you back to bed.”  Steve put his arm around your shoulder.  “Everything will work out.  I promise.”  

You believed him.  All James needed was time.  Steve seemed to respect your decision.  You would go through the wedding for appearances and find a way to sneak off with James.  The life you dreamt of was still possible.  

~~

In the morning your nerves were in over drive to the point you couldn’t focus on anything.  The maids came and dressed you, doing you hair and make up as well.   The black and silver gown your father paid for was disregarded as the Royals provided you with a red and blue one, the color of their own house over that of the Barnes.  

“You look so beautiful.”  Your mother brought her hand to her mouth as her eyes welled.  

You hadn’t thought much about appearances, but when you were spun to see the mirror the image staring back at you was that of a stranger.  Perfect complexion, perfect hair, and the gown accentuated your body like it was made for you, of course it was made for you.  

Go through with the wedding for appearances.  Then Steve would find a way to help you out of this.  He promised.  You shut your eyes and repeated the thought in your head, over and over.  

A knock came on the door, snapping you back to reality.

“It’s time.”  Your mother grabbed your hand and gave one final squeeze.  

Your father was on the other side, offering you his arm.  He beamed at you and guilt set in.  He shouldn’t be so proud.  Once the night was over you were going to bring shame on your entire family.  James was worth it.  

The walk through the palace was silent.  Every soul was in the main chapel for your wedding.  You neared the doors and felt a shiver run through you.  This was all for show.  You reminded yourself of that as the doors pulled open.  

Everyone rose, their eyes on you.  Some gasped at the sight.  It was undeserved attention.   Your eyes scanned the crowd, but stopped at the top of the alter.  There was Steven, you had seem him in finery, but never like this.  

You had never paid much attention to his looks, always distracted by James, but there was no doubt he was equal in attractiveness if not more so.  You shook away the thought.  What did it matter?  James was your love.  

As you walked down the aisle you tried to focus on Steve, knowing that scanning the crowd would draw suspicion and also terrified that one look at James would break your spirit.  He said he was here.  Was he smiling?  Happy for you?  Was there no love left in his heart?  Tears started to form.  

“You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”  Steve kissed your cheek and shook hands with your father.  “I am a lucky man.”

His word choice was odd, but you assumed it was for the benefit of your father.  Before you had time to ponder it, the ceremony began.  It was one ritual after the next, repeating words in a language you did not understand.  

At one point your hands were bound together, another a beautiful diamond crown placed on your head.  The officiant continued with his strange words and you repeated them.   Finally he went to prepare something and you whispered to Steve:

“What did I just say?”  You gave him a stolen glance.

“That you bound your soul to mine for all eternity.”  His eyes narrowed on you with a flash of possession.  

It made a small whimper escape your throat, but before you could follow up the officiant returned.  

“From this day forward you are one.  The Prince and Princess Rogers, until the day you are King and Queen Rogers.”  He put a hand on both your shoulders and spun you to face one another. “Seal this union.”  

Steve put his hands on your waist and pulled you tight to him.  His head dropped and he kissed you with a fever.  His lips hard on your own as he urged you to part.  This was your first and you didn’t know how to respond, so you followed his lead as his tongue slid into your mouth.

The congregation roared with applause and Steve’s kiss departed.  He pulled away and looked at you with a devilish grin.  You didn’t think you’d ever seen this level of emotion on his face before.   He grabbed your hand and gave it a kiss before turning and waving.  

The stun of his actions wore off as you saw the joy in the crowd.  Your heart broke a little more that this was all a show.  They seemed to like you, but you would never be their Queen.

~~

Right away the festivities started.  People arriving to give you gifts, dancing, eating, and drinking.  Your eyes always searching for James, but never seeing him.  Steve was too busy receiving congratulations to have a real conversation with you.  He did ask if you were alright and remind you to smile several times, but this was not the place to discuss your plans.  

You were lost in the whirl of it all.  The colors, the joy.  A stark contrast to your own nerves and worries.  A deep thought had taken hold over the disappoint you were about to bring.

“Congratulations to the happy couple.” The voice shook you.

“James.”  You started to stand, but Steve held your hand.  

“Thank you, Duke Barnes.”  Steve smiled.  “When will you be leaving us for your new home?”

“In the morning.” James smiled. “I will be back to visit in a year.  Maybe there will be a niece or nephew to play with by then?”

James playfully punched at Steve, who stood from the chair and gave his friend a giant hug.

“I will miss you.”  Steve pulled away.  

Both of them looked at each other with sheer joy.  Did James already know of the plan?  Were you to sneak away with him?  It was confusing, this attitude.  

“Now that you have a wife, I don’t think you will have time to miss me.”  James dropped the embrace. “And you, what a lovely Queen the kingdom will have.”  

“Thank you…” You looked between the two of them, unsure if this was a ruse.  

“The evening is about to come to an end.” James looked back to Steve. “I suppose for the two of you it’s only getting started.”  

“You always were a boar.” Steve nudged James.

“Better a boar than a bore.” He winked.  “I wish nothing but the best for both of you.  Congratulations.”  

James shook Steve’s hand and gave you a bow.  The tears started to form again.  You bit back every urge to throw yourself at him, tell him how much you loved him, how you needed him, how you would be following soon.   He must have known that.  It was the only explanation.  

“Breathe my love.” Steve leaned over and grabbed your chin, turning your attention to him.  “Breathe.”

“What was that?”  Why was he calling you his love?  “You promised. That you would help me get back to James?”  

“No.”Steve slid his hand down your cheek.  “I promised that we would find a way.  For you to love me.”  

Your eyes went wide with horror as you replayed the situation in your head.  It went further back, all the days you spent with them, the way Steve’s eyes were on you, always lurking, never talking.  Never leaving you alone with James.

“You set this up.  You tricked me.”  What were the words.  Bound your soul to his for all eternity.  “Why?”  

“Because I love you.”  Steve’s brow furrowed.  “Because I loved you since the moment you stepped out of that wagon.”

“But I love James.”  You thought about the letters. “And he loves me too.”

“Oh, you are so innocent my Love.”  Steve caressed your cheek.  “James loves anyone that can stand on two legs. You would struggle to find a woman, and some men, in attendance he hasn’t spent time between their thighs.”  

A lump in your throat formed.

“You’re lying.”  You blinked away the tears. “We belong together.”

“Me on the other hand, I’ve had a tryst or two, but only when I am imaging your face.”  A hunger came over him as he took you in.  “I worship you.  I would die for you.  Give you a kingdom.  If my parent’s wouldn’t have agreed to the union I would have denounced my thrown and ran away with you.”

“But I don’t want to run away with you.”  You started to shake. “I never had.”

The pressure of his hand on your face increased as his blue eyes grew darker.

“I wouldn’t have asked permission.”  His pupils grew larger. “Don’t for a second think you ever had a life with another.  I would have taken you, shown you how to love me.  All the months you returned to your home, to you know the agony is caused me?  Now we will never be apart.”

“I…I…,” you didn’t get the words out before a bell started to ring.  

“Thank you all for the wonderful gifts, attention, and pleasure of your company.” The King rose. “Please stay until the wine goes dry, but I fear my son and his beautiful wife do not have that privilege.”

A sound of ooooos came from the crowd.  Before you knew what was happening your chair was hoisted into the air.  A roaring applause came as Steve’s was as well.

“Wait…STOP…” Nobody could hear you over the applause as the group of men carrying your seats moved to exit.  

You thought about how you’d jumped out of the carriage after your first summer, eager to be back with your family.  You wanted to jump out now, run to them for safety.  But then you looked down and noticed one of the people holding Steve’s chair.  James.

There was nothing but pure joy on his face.  He was happy for you.  Truly.  Were you fooled?  Was his love false?  How could he have loved you and take you to bed for another?  Steve was telling the truth.  It was all a lie.  Your heart broke all over again.

~~

Everything was happening too fast for your brain to comprehend.  To make matters worse, when you were dropped off in Steve’s suite the room was breath-taking.  Gigantic, decorated in bright blues and deep reds.  The bed was larger than you thought possible.  

“I know you’re scared Princess.”  Steve was in front of you, he started to take off his jacket.  “But we are man and wife.  You will learn to love me.  That I did promise.”  

You were still focusing on James’ betrayal.  It wasn’t until you looked up to see Steve peel off his shirt you realized you had other things to worry about.  You spun to look away, but the image of his torso was glued to your mind.  

“Please.  I can’t.  Too much has happened.” You wrapped your hand around your mid section and braced yourself against a love seat.  “Not tonight.”  

Steve approached you, his hands went to the bindings on your gown.  They started to loosen and you held yourself tighter.  

“I’ve never been kissed before today…I couldn’t…please…if you love me you will wait.”  The tears started to fall.  

“That fact brings me more joy than you could comprehend.”  Steve pushed your dress down, leaving your shoulders bare.  “All mine.  For all eternity.”  

You sniffled as his lips met your bare back.  If you dropped your arm you would be nude for him.

“Please no.” The beg came out like a squeak.  “This is not right.  I am not ready.”  

His mouth vanished, but before you felt any relief he scooped you up in his arms, cradling you to his chest as he went to the bed.  You knew the tradition and saw the white sheets exposed.  

“I’ve felt enough pain the last two days.  My heart cannot handle any more.”  You tried to wiggle out of his arms, but he was too strong.  

“Shhhh…it’s okay. It’ll only hurt a little.”  Steve sat down on the bed, still cradling you.  “I promise, once the pain subsides I will bring you much pleasure.”  

“If you really love me, you won’t do this.”  You looked up at him with glossy eyes and tear stained cheeks.  

“It is because I love you that I must.”  He kissed your forehead.  “If I don’t consummate, they will take you away from me.  And nobody will take you from me.  Ever.”

His eyes flashed with evil lust again as his words worked their way through your body.  You had to stop this.  

“I don’t love you.”  You shook your head.

“Then let me teach you.”  His head dipped.

You quaked as his lips met yours and he laid you down, spinning his body so it was on top of you.  In a moment of confusion you moved your arms to his chest and he lifted himself, pulling down your gown.  

A yelp left your mouth, stifled by his as he pulled the garment down, leaving the two of you naked against each other.  

You tried to squirm back, but he moved with you, peeling the dress even further.  The room felt like water and you were drowning in him as his tongue moved against yours, his cock pressed against your sex.

His mouth moved away and you twisted your head to the side, trapped below him.  

“I don’t want this.”  It was the truth.  

Then you felt a sensation like no other as his hand moved between your legs, fingers gliding up your sex.  Steve held them in front of your face.  You noticed the glistening slick.

“Your body does.”  His lips kissed your neck, biting and pulling at your skin.  “No one is every going to love you as much as I do.”  

He moved his hand back between your body and you felt another piece of his body coat itself in your juices.  

“Let me love you.”  He stopped, his cock at your entrance.  

You braced yourself for the pain, but it didn’t come as his body stilled.  You opened your eyes and looked up at him.  Worry was plastered all over his face.  

“Please?  Can I love you?”  All of his features were alive.  

You felt yourself crumple underneath him. You wanted to scream no, shove him off, but the look on his face, the patience.   You had no response.  His hand came up and he brought his thumb to his mouth, licking the digit before moving it between you.  

“What are you…”. You didn’t get the question out before your body was met with pleasure.

He found some spot and pressed his thumb to it.  Your back had arched and a moan left you as he rubbed, sending a strange sensation through you.

“Stop…” It came out like a whimper.

“Shhhh Princess.  Let me love you.  Please?”  His mouth was on your neck again.  

Whatever Steve was doing your chest started to heave.  He was igniting something inside of you, something you’d only dreamt of.  You stopped biting back the moans and let them come forward, almost forgetting that his shaft was close to spearing your innocence.  

Your hands went from fisting the sheets to squeezing his arms as he worked you, stroking and rubbing.  Putting pressure in circles.  

“Please…” it came out as a whisper.  

“What was that?” Steve raised his head. “Say it again?”

“Please.”  Your body had taken complete control.  

A shriek and shake left you as he pushed inside, his thumb distracting you from the stretch and burn his cock caused.  You tried to twist your body away, feeling like you couldn’t handle his love.  You didn’t know if you meant mentally or physically. Probably both.  

“I can’t.”  You went for his shoulders and dug your nails in.  “It hurts.”

Steve pushed down harder with his thumb and your legs relaxed as you squeaked, coming undone for him.  

“Shhhh.”  He pushed forward more, sliding through your resistance.  

He came to a settle and his thumb disappeared.   He flexed his body down and you realized his pelvis had taken it’s place.  

“You’ve done so well.”  He peppered your shoulder with kisses. “I’m all the way inside.”  

That was it.  Your virginity was over.   Bound to him for eternity.

“You’ve ruined me.”  You didn’t pull away, but rocked your body against his, wanting the friction back.

“You ruined me the moment we met.”  He kissed your lips.  “It’s only fair I return the favor.”  

He ground his body against yours, making you ache for more of him.  Then he started pulling out, you whined when his body left yours and purred when it returned.  Who were you?  What was this?  Did you care?  

“For all eternity.”  Steve grunted with his thrusts. “An endless lifetime together.”  

Your mind was gone, your brain fogged over.  You reached up and grabbed his chin.  

“I promise.”  You lifted your head as you rocked your hips.  “Eternity.”  

Steve let out an animalistic noise and stopped holding back.  The burn subsided with need and you kissed him with instinct, not training.  The pressure in your core went to overload, unable to handle the way he filled and touched you.  

Was it him?  Was it always him?  Tears stung your eyes for different reasons as you worked together.  A loud moan left your mouth as your toes curled, euphoria spreading through your entire being.  A feeling you never knew possible.  

Your vision blackened and your body convulsed.  What was this magic?  Was he more than a prince?  Soon he stilled inside of you, causing a strange vibration.  He was laying his seed, truly owning you.  

Instead of fighting back or resisting you welcomed it.

Once he left your body consciousness had vanished.  It felt like you were floating as he rolled you away, your eyes fluttering to see the blood and fluid on the sheets he was required to hang outside the room.  

This was your life.    Your strange Prince, who would love you until the end of time.  

[oliverwxod]

Whatever it takes - Part 1 (Steve Rogers imagine)

Pairing: Angel!Steve x Demon!Reader (also there will be a fair bit of Demon!Bucky! x Demon!Reader)

Warnings: Swearing, angst, mind games, smut in later parts (Fuckbuddy!Bucky lol)

Summary: Angels and Demons have been sworn enemies their whole lives, that’s just how it is. When Bucky decides to go against these unsaid rules, it brings a set of consequences into the lives of those who spend time with him. In Y/n’s case that consequence is an angel named Steve Rogers. 

Teaser part

A/N: Hey guys!! So this is a new fic and will have probably like 10 parts to it, hope you like it!! Message me if you want to be tagged xxx

Masterlist

Angels and demons all live on earth. They're all around, mixed into the world living among humans. It's the best way to do their respective jobs. There was a whole under world community of them around; Not just angels and Demons but other mythical creatures; vampires, werewolves, warlocks, the list goes on.

 Humans were almost fully unaware of the people who lived around them, very few knowing that these mythical creatures were real... They would never know if they encountered one; they looked the same as the everyday average person. Only mythical creatures could tell who was who, the only two creatures that were harder to identify were Angels and Demons. They were good at morphing into a personality that was not theirs. 

Angels and demons were life long enemies, a burning hatred between them since the day they landed on the ground. Angels discarded demons as being reckless; disruptive and manipulative, it was true, they were. It was not clever to get involved with them. 

Demons discarded Angels as prudish, naive and boring. They stuck to their rules acting as if they were gods gift... Looking down on demons, with their heads held high a radiant confidence of superiority.

Both Y/n and Bucky had been friends since demons first made their way into the human population. They loved to wreck havoc on the world. They were a troublesome pair, ‘partners in crime’ some would say. They were competitive with each other, always testing each other's limits. But they were demons... They didn't have limits which was why it was so fun. 

 The both of them were always playing life games. How many humans they could get with on a night out. How many humans could they be home wreckers too. It was a dangerous game, but it kept things exciting. 

Several times an angel was sent to where they had caused trouble, being scolded and moved on so they wouldn't cause a scene, always laughing it off and frustrating the angels. Winding up an angel was almost as fun as destroying other peoples lives. 

The both of them were at a small bar playing a game of how many shots they could handle, along with 2 humans they had coerced into joining them. Humans were always compelled by demons, there was a certain pull humans had towards them making it hard to resist.

Y/n and Bucky were smirking at each other across the table, watching the two humans down their 11th shot of vodka that night. 

"Oh god, I think I'm going to throw up" one of them spoke, standing up hurriedly and running to the toilets. 

"Don't think God will hear you" Bucky said smirking, his eyes meeting Y/n’s with a knowing look. 

"Fuck, me too" the other spoke, slamming a hand over their mouth as they followed the person before them. 

Y/n leaned back in her seat laughing loudly as Bucky stared unimpressed at the empty spaces.

"Weak" he spoke before throwing a shot back, Y/n doing the same. 

She watched as his eyes flicked over to the bar briefly before landing back on Y/n. 

"Humans just can't hold their alcohol" she spoke grinning, tracing her top lip with her index finger making sure her red lipstick was still in tact. 

She caught Bucky's eyes flicking over to the bar again, turning around to see what was catching her attention. 

Y/n's eyes widened at the brightness, squinting slightly. She could see the side profile of a woman who she assumed Bucky was staring at. She had long red hair but that wasn't what caught her attention. 

What shocked her was the white glow surrounding her. An angel. 

Y/n had always been able to identify Angels, even if they were strong Angels who could hide their auroras. 

Y/n could always see them. 

 She wondered if Bucky could tell they were Angels. The red head with her head held high, her posture up right with the utter most elegance. The man she was with turned around, Y/n having to look away for a second. 

This guy was hardly even trying to hide his aurora. It was blindingly bright creating a pain in her eyes momentarily as she blinked. But it soon died down as if the Angel had forgotten to hide it.

Now Y/n could clearly make out his face. He was tall and muscular for an angel. She barely saw many Angels around so wouldn't fully know what they stereo typically looked like anymore. 

 Angels didn't exactly come to places like this. A bar, where alcohol existed, a place where people came to dance and sin. Normally ending up having causal hook ups on the toilet cubicles. 

This mans face was what really took her a back. He held a strong expression as if he didn't want to be here. His eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown as he crossed his arms in disapproval at his surroundings. His jaw clenched showing just how sharp his jaw line was, that in itself was sinful to her. A smirk tugging at her lips. 

He was doing what every angel ever did. Looking down on others, whether he was meaning to or not was a question Y/n didn't really care about. 

 "You think shes pretty?" Y/n asked, nodding her head towards the woman at the bar. Bucky nodded. Maybe he hadn't noticed she was an Angel yet. 

 "You should go over and introduce yourself" she spoke, smirking and raising one eyebrow up at him. A look he knew very well. 

 "Maybe not" Bucky spoke. 

 "I bet you to do it" she spoke, eyes narrowing as she waited for him to accept her challenge. He had to, it's what they did. 

 "Fine" he spoke, shooting her a quick wink before heading in the direction of the woman. Y/n saw how Bucky approached the two angels at the bar. 

She could see the mans gaze follow Bucky, a glare on his features as he went to move in front of the woman. 

 Y/n quickly jumped up from her position making her way towards them and sliding herself in between where Bucky had now reached the woman and the man. She caught the eye of the bar tender ordering herself a drink. 

She could feel the stare of the man she had just cut off from helping his friend, his angel gaze burning into her skin; but she ignored him, pretending he wasn't there. Y/n could tell that he knew what she was. 

 After receiving and paying for her drink she finally turned to the side to meet his stare. 

"Can I help you?" She asked rolling her eyes. She was a demon, she had to act like one. 

"Tell your little demon friend to back off" he spoke glaring at her still. 

"And here I was thinking Angels were meant to be nice" she spoke pouting sarcastically.

"I'm willing to bet this is all a game" he spoke "so get him to leave her alone before I force him too".

"Ooooh I didn't think Angels could bet" Y/n spoke, a mischievous look on her face, eyes darkening at the sense of excitement. Steve frowned at her. Demons were manipulative. He shook his head trying to calm himself down. 

 "Well... I'm willing to bet that your friend doesn't even know my friend is a demon" she spoke. "much like in going to bet that my friend doesn't know your friends an angel".

Steve cocked one eyebrow in confusion. This is what demons do, he reminded himself. They played with the mind. 

"Stop it. I'm not betting anything." He stared at her, jaw clenching tightly. 

"You're cute for an angel" she spoke smirking up at him. She watched as he turned flustered. His cheeks heating up, stuttering over his words. 

"I know what you're trying to do" he said, gritting his teeth. 

"What do you mean?" She asked softly, pouting. 

"I- I - well you're- you-".

"Aww I've left you speechless, how cute. So... Your place or mine" she asked scanning him head to toe. Steve shuffled from foot to foot, trying to keep his balance as her words shocked him. 

"What?" He coughed clearing his throat. 

"I'm only messing, I don't even know your name... Not that that's ever stopped me before" she said flashing him an innocent smile, contradicting every word that left her mouth moments ago. 

 All that came out of his mouth was "Steve, my names- uh Steve".

"You don't sound too sure" she spoke smiling smugly.

"Well, yes, my names Steve, definitely Steve".he said more confidently.   

"That’s cute... Fits the whole innocent vibe you've got going on." She said raising her brows suggestively. 

"I've told you my name, it's only fair you tell me yours." Steve spoke, some of his original angel confidence coming back. 

"Someone knows how to talk to demons" she spoke surprised at his bargaining.  "but when has a demon ever been fair?" She questioned. 

Steve frowned, watching as she took a sip of her drink, he watched as she licked her lips... It was sinful how he saw her bite her lip so seductively, in thought before turning back to give him attention. Steve had to look away and mentally talk himself out of finding her attractive. He knew that’s just what demons did, they played on other people using seduction and emotional games. 

"Y/n" she spoke, meeting his eyes in confidence a knowing smirk on her face that made Steve frown.

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[bookishtheaterlover7]

It's fics like this, that I consider underrated.

It's so sweet and beautiful, I come back to it whenever I can and feel like it ☺️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Good job!

Stay With Me

Summary: You liked Steve. No, you still like Steve. When you finally confessed, he could not give you a definite answer. Your heart broke. But what happens when you came face to face with Steve the very next day, only this time he wasn’t really your Steve….

Pairing: Steve rogers x Enhanced!reader (Y/N)

Warnings: FLUFF. ANGST. MORE FLUFF. AND PERHAPS TEARS. A couple of swear words. Death.

Word count: 8987

Notes: HI EVERYBODY! This is my first Marvel fanfiction! I wrote fanfics before, but I have always been much more of a reader. After a 1.5 year hiatus, I felt compelled to write again. Hope everyone enjoys this piece. I still am trying to establish myself as a rookie writer.

This is AU and doesn’t fall in any of the MCU timeline. Let’s just assume that the world is currently at peace from Thanos and this is just set in an everyday Avengers timeline. A like, reblog or comment will be deeply appreciated :)    

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You woke up with an unnerving feeling in your chest. You wondered why and then you were reminded of the day before. You had confessed to Steve. Yes that Steve, the Steve Rogers. Captain America. Your boss. Your hopeless crush. You joined the Avengers not too long ago. It had been over two years. You were an agent of SHIELD, but more importantly an enhanced individual.

You always had your powers since you were young but hid it to blend in. When you’re 20, you used your powers for the first time to save someone in danger. You ended up on SHIELD’s radar and then recruited into the academy.

You undergone training to become a SHIELD operative under Phil Coulson’s tutelage and was recognised to be an outstanding agent. However, more so often, you were not a stickler for rules and had gone off book several times in operations. 

This placed you on a thin line to getting kicked out of the academy, but you always had the backing of Phil who grown a soft spot. You reminded him of his younger days and also his fellow colleague, Melinda May whom put the interests of saving lives at the forefront in their work.

When the Battle of New York happened, you were broken. Mainly because you lost your mentor and your dearest friend. You were teetering on quitting when Phil died in the line of duty. Director Fury pulled you back, reminding you of Phil’s sacrifice and how Phil thought the world of you, feeling that you had much potential to unfold. You continued working under Director Fury’s orders, working on special missions.

When SHIELD was taken down by HYDRA from the inside, you didn’t know who to trust. All you knew was that Director Fury had seemingly been assassinated. You wanted to find out what happened, but plans deviated when you realised you were on HYDRA’s radar. Your powers were of great interest to them and you were wanted. You had to abandon the place you felt like home and went into hiding.

A couple of years later, you resurfaced. You found yourself facing the Avengers while they were on a mission. No you were fighting not against them, instead you stumbled upon them while you were on the run. That’s when you saw Steve Rogers for the first time. It didn’t feel like the first time though.

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[seashellrosekitty]

The Last Dance | Chapter Two

Chapter Title: The Other Barnes Boy

Chapter One - The Dinner

Author’s Note: Here’s my entry to @spxderbarnes Em’s 21st Birthday Writing Challenge! I’m so excited because this is my first Bucky fic (or Marvel, rather)! I hope I get my characterization right because I love Bucky and I just love this story. Hope you enjoy this, Em! Happy Birthday, darling!

Plot: 1940s post-war era. Steve and Bucky are brothers and are teenagers, and they never served in the army because they were too young to join during the war. You find out you’re pregnant with Steve’s baby. Both Steve’s and your parents arrange for you and Steve to get married, but Steve declines. Ultimately, his father offers his other son, James (later known as Bucky), to marry you in Steve’s place.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (eventually)

Warnings: 18+ Content! Teenage pregnancy, arranged marriage, religious theme, sexist theme, fluff, smut (of course), angst, Steve being a cold jerk, characters coming from the comics (i.e. Bucky’s family), MCU characters appearing in this era (i.e. Bruce is your younger brother and some others who will appear in the next chapters).

Word count: 1.3k. It’s short for now.

Sally’s Diner, Red House, New York. Winter 1942.

The whole town was in the holiday mood. The Barnes family had finally just moved in after constantly being in and out of town for three years. The Barnes brothers, Steve and James decided to hangout at Sally’s Diner, hoping to see some old friends. 13-year old James was seated at the high stool, talking to Sally, a redhead waitress, and owner of the diner.

“What’s yours, sweetie?” She was met with a bright smile and gleaming blue eyes.

“Do you have some hot chocolate, Ma’am?” James inquired when a young girl about his age sat beside him.

“Could you make that two, Sally? Could I have mine with-”

“Marshmallows? Gotcha, sugar,” Sally interrupted the young girl. Her smile was shining with excitement for the sweet treat. She looked at James and shyly said, “I love marshmallows.”

“Me too,” inserted the older Barnes boy, Steve. The girl gleefully giggled at the tall boy who sat beside him. James looked dumbfounded and glared at his brother. He eyed him. His thoughts said, “You hate marshmallows.”

Sally leaned in front of him.

“Would you like some marshmallows too, sweetie?”

“I didn’t know you had marshmallows.” James loved those things. His mother used to sneak him some marshmallows in his hot chocolate during Christmas morning. Truly, a treat for the boy who willingly plowed their sidewalk after a heavy snowfall. “Are you gonna charge me extra for it, Ma’am?”

“Nah, for you, it’s on the house,” Sally offered with a wink. James looked at his brother and the girl already talking about going to the school’s winter formal together. He was getting grumpy but he didn’t want to ruin such a nice winter day.

“On second thought, I don’t want any marshmallows.”

Red House, New York. 1946.

James Buchanan Barnes was...in a word, a rebel. Often timid and quiet, anyone rarely ever knew what was on his mind. Especially not his father, whose focus was directed more to the eldest Barnes boy, Steve. He was the type that often got associated with the town’s lesser promising kids. When his father wanted him to be interested in chess when he was eight, he wanted to play baseball. Steve got into the game of chess, among other things that made Steve the most popular boy in school.

James, however, was a mama’s boy. The ladies in their family didn’t treat him like he was an outsider. But the one person’s approval that mattered to him the most was the one he couldn’t get. It was perhaps, ironic, how James became the young man he was. He badly wanted to feel loved by his father, but almost never did anything he wanted him to do. Perhaps, all he wanted was to be loved without needing to be much like his brother Steve.

That night in the Barnes residence after the brawl, James greeted his mother with a peck on the cheek. The sound of the motor of your father’s car began to fade away. “Is everything all right, Mama?” Winifred sighed, shaking his head. They both got inside the house and James noticed his papa in the dining table. His forehead resting on his palm.

“Hey, pop.”

“Why weren’t you home for dinner?”

“I was out.” George slammed his hand on the table, making the plates and utensils jump and clink.

“Of course you were out!  You just got here! I’m asking you where the hell you’ve been!” James didn’t answer. “You were out with your slacker friends again, weren’t you?” James mocked him, flipping the toothpick inside his mouth - being completely unfazed by the threatening tone of his papa. “Answer me, boy!”

“Fine, yes I was out with my friends. Oh, sorry, I mean my slacker friends. There, ya happy?” George finally stood in front of his boy, sizing him up. James, on the other hand, had no idea where his mockery and disrespect were getting him into. George grabbed the toothpick out of James’ mouth, wounding the inside of his lips.

“Ow! Fuck!” The boy grunted, anger erupting in his face, then a slap was thrown into his face, the assault aimed at his lips. His head turned sideways at the blow.

“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, you little punk?” Still defiant to submit, his eyes glared at his father.

“Bucky…” his mother softly called him and rubbed his back. “Apologize to your father.”

“I’m sorry I cussed, papa.” His apology came out so easily, implying how often this happened but he never bothered doing something about it. George accepted his apology without question in order to get what he wants.

“You’re gonna marry Y/N.”

“WHAT?” He yapped, turning to his mother who seemed to already know what’s going on. “Pop, did you hear just what you said? You’re asking me to marry Steve’s girlfriend? The girl who went out of our house crying just now?!” He pointed his thumb backward, gesturing their driveway where your father’s car was parked a minute ago. “Is that why you specifically wanted me to be at dinner tonight?!”

“No. But since your brother chickened out the last minute, there’s nothing we could do, son.”

“Bullshit!”

“Language!”

“Why do I got to do this? Why can’t Steve go? It’s his girlfriend!”

“She’s pregnant, son.”

“Wow.” James sarcastically chuckled as he put his hands on his waist and started pacing in the hallway. He rubbed his face with the whole of his palm with frustration. No wonder she was crying. She’s pregnant and Steve’s a fucking coward. Some coward for a golden boy, He thought.

“You must really hate me, pop, don’t you? You’re sending me to marry a girl I barely know, who, by the way, is my brother’s girlfriend! Just because she’s fucking pregnant!”

“James! What did I tell you about cursing in front of your mother?!”

“George...let the boy be. You just put him in a very difficult situation.”

“You’re doing this ‘cause you hate me, don’t you? Don’t you, Pop?” His jaws were glued together saying this. “I’m just James, your other son. The expendable one. It’s all right if my dreams are out the window just ‘cause your first-born gotta go to freakin’ Oxford and make his dreams come true! What a father you are.”

“James Buchanan Barnes! I won’t tolerate any more of this tone you’re having with me.”

“But it’s not fair, Papa! The baby’s not my responsibility! It’s Steve’s! Whatever happened to taking responsibility for our actions, huh, pop?” His question made his father look down. He turned to the stairs to yell at his big brother. “Hey, Steve! You better get your chicken-ass down here and settle this with Pa!”

James’ body turned around and once he faced his father, he was met with another open hand on his face. “One more line of disrespect, son, I swear, I’ll send you to military school.” George’s tone was now calm but more compelling.

James was never one to do something he doesn’t want. All of his interests - mechanic work, carpentry, and music, never once coincided with his father, forever marking him as the black sheep of the family. Steve, on the other hand, was effortlessly intelligent and easily got interested in what his father wanted for him. Always obedient, except this time, ironically, when his obedience was needed the most. With favoritism being the only obvious reason, George let his eldest son off the hook.

In his whole life, this predicament irked James the most. Getting married at seventeen is not something to take lightly. Hell, what was he thinking? Getting pregnant at eighteen and having to carry the baby alone is something no young woman should do. What would he be doing being Y/N’s husband? How would that work out between the two of them?

What about Steve’s baby? Was he supposed to take care of it? Make himself the baby’s daddy? Is all of that better than the other thing? His thoughts drifted back to his father’s last two words: military school. Anywhere else’s better than here, James thought to himself. It struck him an idea.

“If I marry her...What’s in it for me?”

To be continued in:

Chapter Three: The Deal

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Aawww. Steve, you dumbass.

Headline Heartbreak

Pornstar!Steve Rogers x fem!reader

When a false headline about your boyfriend's infidelity hits the news, it threatens your already-rocky relationship. But there's no way Steve is letting you go. Angst + happy ending! 1k words.

“Please, baby. Listen to me.”

He dropped to his knees in front of you as you laid back on the couch, wave after wave of tears flooding your rosy cheeks, dribbling down your neck and onto your flushed chest. You couldn’t wipe them away fast enough. The streams strengthened the longer he stayed there, begging. 

“My love, it’s not what it looks like.”

It had taken you months to come to terms with your boyfriend’s job- you never once judged him, or thought less of him- but the image of your lover inside someone else had plagued your mind for the two years you had been together. You just couldn’t get it to stop.

Maybe it was your insecurities, the lies that wrote themselves on the walls of your mind and devalued your worth, that forced your mind to jump to the conclusion. Maybe it was the fact that Steve hadn’t been coming home to you on time anymore. Maybe it was the thousands of photos you saw of Steve enjoying himself with other women, one in particular, that drove you to think that he was cheating. 

She was the most gorgeous woman you had ever seen: smooth brunette curls, clear flawless skin, perfectly toned body. Peggy. You wanted to be her. 

Your boyfriend filmed with her a lot, creating video upon video of him drawing life-altering orgasms from her faultless body, creating stories with her that you wished to live with him. They had made a movie fucking as if they were a married couple, for fuck’s sake. And now you feared you’d never get to see his ring on your finger, you’d never get to share his last name, you’d never get to grow old with him.

Reading that headline had broken you. It had ripped your heart from your chest so violently that you felt as though your ribs were actually broken. The ferocious pain permeated through your bones, wrapping itself around your heart like a snake and constricting until you had no choice but to cry until you lost your voice.

You closed your eyes as the agony hit you again, this time like an aftershock- you had already experienced the first blow, and now you were just left trying to pick up the pieces.

“I’m not in a relationship with her.”

You didn’t know what to think anymore, your trust in Steve had started dwindling long ago when you saw him telling another woman how much he loved her on screen. It may have been fake, but he made it look so real, so true. It was the exact same expression he used when he said it to you.

“Please tell me you know that, baby.”

The silence shattered him, and the realisation that your faith in his love for you had shattered too only fueled the fire of suffering raging on within him. He’d lost you, his girl, and he couldn’t fathom how he’d let it happen.

Tears gathered in the corners of Steve’s eyes as you pulled your legs away from him, his hands once resting on your thighs now left slumped on the edge of the sofa. He reached for you again, but you closed your eyes and winced, as if the thought of his touch, a touch that once brought you so much pleasure, now brought you pain. 

“How am I supposed to know that, Steve? You…” More tears slipped from under your eyelids as you spoke. The fact that you were even having this conversation with him was driving a knife straight through your heart, the sight of him crying was twisting the blade. “You have sex with her more than me. I can’t even remember the last time you made love to me, or came home on time, or just even reassured me that nothing was going on between you two.”

He dropped his head, brutal sobs racking his body as he thought over your words. What had he done? He had lost sight of what was important, and in the midst of his ignorance, he had caused the one thing that he loved to feel pain. He could never forgive himself.

As he tried to compose himself, you gathered up the courage to extend your arms towards him and take him into your embrace, sliding onto the floor and into his lap. You may, at this present moment, believe that he has committed the most heartbreaking act against you, but that doesn’t mean you wanted to see his break either.

His strong arms wrapped around you so quickly it knocked the air out of you. Steve buried his nose in your neck and held onto you, “Please, baby. Please, I’ll do anything to make this right.”

Keeping your silence as you rubbed your hands up and down his back, across the back of his neck and into his hair, you thought about what could be done to rectify this. In his words, Steve had always been an honest man and had never told you a lie. So even if he hadn’t cheated- which by gauging his reaction, he hadn’t- there was still the issue of trust. 

It had been destroyed. You had been left in a place of doubt and fear for months, wondering if he had fallen out of love with you, just to be slapped in the face with a headline about how he was dating another woman. 

“I will do anything. I’ll stop filming with her.” He said, kissing your cheek once. “No, you know what? I’ll stop filming with anyone.” 

Your eyes widened comically as you pulled back to look at his handsome face, “Steve, I can’t ask you to do that. You’ll be giving up your career. How are you gonna make money?”

He took your face in his hands gently and brought you so close you could feel his breath on your lips. “I don’t care, my love. As long as you’re happy and comfortable, I don’t care.”

Your lips lifted, creating that sweet smile that Steve adored. He kissed it lightly, testing the waters, seeing if you had let him back in again. You had, but the uncertainty still hung in your eyes.

“Baby, don’t worry. I’ll get an OnlyFans. And then I’ll have all the more time to make love to my girl.” He said as the tears began to dry on his face. You used your fingertips to dab at the remains lightly, giggling as his dirty humour came back to him.

“You’re not selling my nudes on the internet, Mr Rogers.”

“You’re right. I’ll be selling ours.”

[sinner-as-saint]

when no one is around.

Butler!Steve x Reader AU

Run-through: You have had a shameless crush on your butler, Steve, ever since your parents hired him. And you’re even more shameless when it comes to showing it. Poor Steve always has to put up with you no matter what. He didn’t have much of a choice; mainly because he was in charge of your household, consequently, in charge of you but also because he likes you, even though he shouldn’t. Yet he always resists you and your charms, for multiple reasons. However, the man finally breaks and gives in to you, following some unholy circumstances… 

Themes: age gap, smut, masturbation, slight voyeurism, slight daddy kink, bratty!reader, dom!Steve, daddy!steve, fluff, Butler!Steve, angst

You woke up to the sound of Steve’s voice, like you did every morning. 

“Miss, it’s past eight thirty. If you don’t wake up now, you’re going to be very late for work and your father will not be thrilled.” 

You groaned and tried to hide under your blanket knowing that that would buy you at least another minute or two. And it did. A couple of minutes later you heard Steve sigh. 

“Miss, will you please just wake up?” 

You peaked from under your blanket and stared at the eye candy standing right beside your bed in a white shirt, black tux with a bow tie and white gloves. You couldn’t understand how he was a butler when he belonged on the front cover of a magazine. Tall, handsome and older. Just your type. 

“Can’t you be a little more loving, Steve? I don’t know, wake me up with a kiss or flowers or something romantic like that.” You teased, sitting up in the middle of your bed and stretching your arms and ignoring the way your thighs clenched together at the sight of him.  

He stood there watching you, trying his hardest not to stare while fighting back a smirk. “That would be highly inappropriate, Miss.” 

You sighed, reluctantly getting out of bed and stood right in front of him. “What’s highly inappropriate is you having the nerve to look like that all the time.” You took the liberty of leaning in and pressing yourself against him. He raised an eyebrow at you. “Do you have any idea what it does to me? Do you know how bad I wanna just-” 

He gently pushed you away. “No.” He shut you up softly. “Now be quick, you have little time. Breakfast and your car will be waiting downstairs in thirty minutes.” 

You rolled your eyes at him and rushed into your bathroom. As you got ready, you thought of the past almost six years. Steve has played a huge part in your life. 

You still remembered the day your parents announced that they had hired a butler who would handle the household better since they were always away. It was important to have someone to look after you too, given you were the only one who lived in the big, empty house most of the time. 

And in walked Steve, straight into your home and your heart. Upon hearing the name ‘Steve Rogers’ you had expected an older gentleman, much older. But then upon seeing Steve for the first time, you were swooned. Totally whipped at the sight of the muscular, suave and drop dead gorgeous man. Brownish blond hair, blue eyes, dashing. He carried himself with elegance. Just his gait was enough to make your heart go all crazy. 

You remember thinking to yourself, how the hell would you be able to stay sane with a man that gorgeous around you all the time? Obviously you knew you had a crush on him since the very start. But as the days went by, that meaningless crush morphed into something a little more solid without you even knowing. 

You liked Steve, more than you intended to perhaps. Unfortunately, for him you were just his masters’ daughter. He dodged every attempt you made at flirting with him. He always let you down gently though; always with a smile or a smirk or a soft look in his eyes. 

And the more he pushed you away, the bolder you got. And you began hearing these phrases more frequently;

“Miss, this is highly inappropriate.” - Whenever you shamelessly flirted with him. 

“Miss, I am too old for you.” - Which wasn’t that big of an issue for you personally. He wasn’t old, old. He was in his early forties and you were in your twenties. You knew people with age gaps bigger than that who were happy together. 

“Miss, for the love of God, behave.” - your personal favorite. 

You never crossed the line though. You sure did tease him a lot, day and night. But he always kept his calm and composure, never breaking. Although there were times when he almost did. 

Like the time you were getting ready for a party and you needed some help with your dress. You called out for him and he appeared in your bedroom instantly. He couldn’t help but let his eyes roam your half exposed body. 

“Can you zip me up?” You stood in front of your mirror, your back exposed, waiting. That was the first time he seemed really nervous around you. He walked up to you and zipped up your dress, slowly, taking his time. His soft, white gloves lazily grazed your skin while he pulled the zipper up, leaving goosebumps behind on your skin. He stood behind you for a moment or two, just staring at your reflection with his lips parted after he was done. “How do I look?” you asked, mischief in your eyes. 

He swallowed audibly. “Beautiful.” 

Then there was the time when you felt really bold and wore a see-through white, oversized t-shirt over some bright red underwear while parading around the house casually going about your day. Steve saw you and almost dropped the tray he was carrying. 

“Oh hi Steve.” You smirked when you caught his gawking for a moment or two. 

He recovered and peeled his eyes off you, looking down at his shoes before looking back up at you with a defeated look in his eyes. “Where are the rest of your clothes might I ask?” 

“In the laundry bin.” 

He sighed. “I had fresh laundry sent to your room just this morning.” 

“They’re all dirty.” 

“All of them?” he sounded frustrated. Not necessarily because of the topic of discussion but because of your rather scandalous appearance; sprawled on the couch carelessly while dressed like that. You knew just how to make a man lose his mind. 

“Yes.” 

“How?” 

You pretended to think for a moment. “I soiled them while painting this morning.” 

“You don’t paint.” He knew you were lying, being a brat as usual. 

“I started this morning.” 

He sighed, allowing his shameless eyes to take you in one last time before he walked away shaking his head mumbling under his breath about how you were incorrigible. You made it hard for him to go about his day in peace with your little antics, in more ways than one. 

Then there was the very famous: “What would you like for breakfast today?” he’d ask almost every morning. 

To which you replied, “You.” on a daily basis and it earned the same reaction out of him each time. He’d roll his eyes at you, resisting the urge to have indecent thoughts as best as he could. 

Steve was torn between wanting to be strictly professional and wanting to give in to your relentless attempts of seduction. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t into you, or had never had an immoral thought when it came to you. 

He thought of you all the time, mainly because his job required him to but also out of genuine concern for your well-being. You were a kind, smart, courageous and beautiful young woman - or rather you could be all this when you weren’t being a brat. Steve had seen the kind of dedication you put towards your work; while handling a huge chunk of the family business. He always admired you for how well you managed the burden your parents placed on your young shoulders. 

He sometimes caught you letting out tears of frustration when the stress got too much. Or when you missed your parents because they barely ever came home. You basically lived alone here, in this big, empty house your parents owned. Steve often wondered what would happen to you if he wasn’t here to take care of you. He liked you, a lot. But there were factors which didn’t let him reciprocate what you felt for him. 

First being his job, then his age, then the fear of your parents finding out and what they would do to him if they did. Besides, he thought, you were young. Young people feel things for people left and right without ever truly meaning it, correct? 

Though that never stopped him from feeling the tension that exists between the two of you. Fiery, hot, burning; it was always there. Even when there were other people around, or when your eyes met for a brief moment. Even on days when you weren’t being a little brat, when you weren’t seeking his attention all the time, even then he couldn’t ignore it. It was there, present loudly. 

This flirty, tension filled bond between the two of you remained constant for years. But it wasn’t always just inappropriate and sexual. Steve had been a friend, a confidant, a good listener to you more times than you could count. 

With your parents always gone, and you having to bear some of the burden of your parents’ companies, it left you with little to no time with friends and family at all. Some you unfortunately drifted away from due to work, others just stopped reaching out or simply refused to understand your busy lifestyle. 

But the one person who was always there for you, always fiercely loyal and constant; no matter how much of a brat you were, no matter how much you annoyed him all the time, no matter how dirty your jokes were, was Steve. Naturally, you unknowingly fell for him at some point - despite knowing that this would go nowhere.

Or would it? 

-

Your daily routines barely changed. It always started and ended the same way. Steve would wake you up, you would annoy him a little, get dressed and ready for work, get to work, go to lunch with your assistant almost every day, get back home, annoy Steve a little more until he leaves. Only for him to come back the next day and repeat. 

The days you hated the most were Steve’s off days. Fridays. 

With him not around, your days weren’t as animated and fun. No one to tease, no one to be a brat to, no one to annoy. Your other staff members were great, but none quite like Steve. 

So Friday, you turned in early for the night. Your housemaids and everyone else had already left so it was just you in an empty house. You tried reading, then got bored. TV wasn’t really helping either. 

You tossed and turned in bed until you realized what was wrong; you were feeling frisky. You groaned, if only you had someone to take care of those needs of yours. More precisely someone with bronde hair, blue eyes, and a taut, muscular body which was always found under a crisp black tux, white shirt, black bow tie and white gloves… and a voice which made you feel things you hadn’t felt before. 

As you thought of your sexy butler, your hand found its way in between your legs. Your other hand toyed with your breasts; fingers pinched your erected nipples as your back arched off the bed slightly. You sighed in pleasure. 

Your flushed, naked body writhed on the silky, cool satin sheets as your fingers toyed with your wet folds. You moaned as your two fingers slipped inside your entrance with ease given that you were dripping already. 

You moaned at the thought of a certain pair of blue eyes, and soft lips as your back arched off the bed again, the cold air mercilessly hit your bare chest and caused your nipples to erect even further. Your fingers effortlessly slipped in and out of you; your fingers ever so gently stroking your walls making every nerve of yours tingle. The palm of your hand rubbed against your sensitive clit over and over again as your moans got louder and louder. 

What you didn’t know, was that hidden in the shadows just outside your partially open bedroom door, stood Steve. Lips parted, short breaths, heart racing, his blood rushing downwards as he watched you. He was too aware of everything; his body and yours, his immoral thoughts and your own, how your lust and hunger ignited him. Aware of your soft moans, and the fire in his loins. 

He felt guilty, and very ashamed of himself as he took in your bare body. But he couldn’t stop looking. He was entranced; hungry just to have a taste. He begged his body to move away from your doorway, but he didn’t budge. It wasn’t like he was purposely peeping or being a creep. 

It was his day off, and yet he dropped by for a casual check, like he had the habit of doing even on days when he wasn’t working because he still had to make sure you were alright. But normally when he dropped by, your bedroom door was always shut so he knew that you were fast asleep. 

But today, he found soft, golden light coming through your bedroom. He had to make sure you’re okay but then he saw that the door was almost halfway open, and he investigated further and saw something he wasn’t supposed to. You. Naked on your bed. Touching yourself. And now, he couldn’t look away. 

His cock was throbbing at this point and it was difficult to ignore it. He shamelessly drank in the sight of your naked body against the silky sheets. The way your back arched off the bed, the way you bit your lip to hold back your sinful moans, the way he could just tell that your shorts breaths would feel so warm against his skin… fuck, he had goosebumps and a shiver danced down his spine. 

He begged himself to slowly walk away, and he almost did. But then he heard you moan his name. And he lost his mind. 

“Steve… daddy, please…” you mewled, whimpering under your breath as you took yourself higher and higher. 

Steve froze in place, he had never known his name could sound so gentle and vulgar at the same time. He was almost panting as he let his sinful eyes roam your naked body, and he wasn’t even being stimulated in any way, just the sight of you and the sound of your voice was bringing him on the edge. 

He was a mess. 

He could just walk into that room and give you all that you’ve been practically begging him for all this time, but that would mean risking all that he has now. Or he could simply leave, and pretend this never happened. Self-abuse under a cold shower once he gets back to his apartment would work best. However, he’d have to come back here tomorrow, now with the recollection of what he was currently seeing. 

How will he be able to resist you from now on when he could barely take his eyes off you now?

That’s enough, Steve. He managed to slowly back away from your doorway and into the corridor which would lead him to the staircase. As he walked away, he heard your slightly louder moans as you came. Fuck. He stood at the landing, in the dark and groaned internally. Oh how pretty you must have looked, coming undone all over your pretty fingers. It drove him crazy just knowing that he’s the one you think of when you touch yourself. 

As discreetly as he could, Steve walked out of your home, rushed into his car and drove past the gates as fast as he could. Needless to say, he had quite some trouble falling asleep that night. 

---

You noticed some changes in Steve’s behaviour the next day when he showed up. He was avoiding you, you noticed that the minute you saw him. He wouldn’t look you in the eyes. He would barely be able to hold a conversation for too long. He seemed… shy and timid, definitely not his usual confident self around you. 

You tried to start up a conversation but his replies were just dry. You thought that perhaps he was having a bed day, or he woke up feeling grumpy. So you let him be. You didn’t annoy him all day. But at the same time, having him around but not having his attention was driving you crazy. You hated it. 

“Steve, what’s wrong?” you asked him at some point during the day. You were in the kitchen at the time and he walked in. 

He wasn’t expecting to find you there so he seemed visibly nervous. “I… uh, nothing. Everything is fine.” He cleared his throat and straightened his back a little more. “Did you need anything, Miss?” 

You could tell he was avoiding the topic, whatever it was. “No,” you answered, “nothing.” You walked out of the kitchen feeling a little troubled by his behaviour. You frowned as you walked upstairs into your study room. Since you were feeling gloomy, you decided to do some boring work until you figured out what to do with yourself. 

Checking the security camera footage was something your father insisted on. You had people for that, but your dad said that it was important you did it yourself just to make sure everything around the house is in order. So you sat back in your seat, rewinding all the footage of the week and sped through it, bored out of your mind. 

Surely you wouldn’t find anything because your staff members were all- 

You almost fell out of your chair when you saw the footage of last night. 5th indoor camera which surveilled the spacious corridor which led to your bedroom. You checked the time on the frame, it was around 11 p.m and you saw Steve walking up to your partly open bedroom door. 11 p.m ish, around that time pretty sure you were… oh… 

You were very well aware that Steve has the habit of coming by to check up on everything even on his days off, you just never knew at what time he came by. Apparently last night he came at the wrong time. Or not...? 

You watched the footage of him standing there frozen in place. He took a step back from your door, then inched forward again. Then backed away, then leaned forward again, and you could tell he must have debated turning back around and leaving multiple times but he didn’t. Oh?  

Your lips lifted up in a smirk as you pieced it all together. So this is why he’s been acting weird all day? Your devious mind came up with a plan. 

-

Steve left that evening, after ignoring you for the entire day and you decided to be a little bit more of a pain in his lovely ass. So you waited for an hour after he left, and then drove all the way to his apartment. Nothing but mischief on your mind. 

When you showed up at his doorstep, he was surprised but still maintained his calm and composure. You shamelessly checked him out; he looked like a god even in his sweatpants and white sweater. His damp, messy hair gave away that he must have just stepped out of the shower. Hot. 

“Hello Steve.” Your smirk gave away that you were up to no good and he caught on pretty quickly. He gave you a faint smile. 

“How come you’re h-,” You cut him off by opening his front door wider and taking the liberty of stepping into his home like an insolent little brat. He sighed as he shut the door behind him and followed you in. “Do you know that it’s considered quite rude to just barge into someone’s home?”

You stopped right before entering his living room. You turned around to face him with a sly smirk. “And do you know that it’s considered rude to come into someone’s home at night and openly spy on them while they’re naked and touching themselves? Hmm?” You had no shame. Also nothing to hide given he had seen it all. 

The look on Steve’s face was priceless. He was less bothered about how you figured and more worried about what would follow now. His job could be at risk yes, but what must you be thinking? He couldn’t figure you out. 

“That’s not what… I was-,” He looked frustrated and nervous, but also guilty. “I wasn’t spying, I didn’t…” He sighed, trying not to stutter. “Listen, that’s not what-”

You cut him off again by walking up to him. “It’s alright. I don’t mind.” You said with a flirty smile. “In fact, it would’ve been better if you just walked into the room.” You heard him gasp as you leaned in closer to him, whispering in his ear, “Because I was thinking about you while I was pleasuring myself,” you giggled, “but I think you know that already.” You pulled away to look at him. He was flushed. Troubled. Dare you say, aroused. 

The memories of last night filled his mind. He remained silent, still processing your words and wondering how he should handle this situation. You spoke again, “If I had known you were there watching me, I would’ve put up a better show.” His handsome face was void of any emotion. He was confused, but also burning. 

He was feeling too much at the same time, he didn’t know how to act. Not to mention that your words sent chills all over his body. He was barely able to maintain his calm demeanor any longer. 

Silence. 

You spoke up again. “If you want, I can do it right now.” You noticed how his hands flexed at his sides. He was struggling. You smirked. “What, you shamelessly watch me get off and now you’re acting all calm and collected?” You reached out and gently trailed a finger down his forearm. You watched him shiver for a moment. “Come on Steve,” your hand moved right to the bulge in his sweatpants, “admit it, you want me.” You teased him by gently feeling his erection. It excited you just as much as it did him. 

He finally spoke up. “Y/N… we shouldn’t.” Fuck but he wanted to. He was dying to just reach out and touch you. He kept thinking about how you looked last night; bare, lying in your bed and touching yourself so gently. Your moans… they had tormented him all night even after he got home. His accelerated heartbeats echoed in his ears as he stood unmoving under your wild stare. He swallowed audibly, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist you for long. His primal, feral desires surfaced more and more as you spoke and he was hungry. Like a wild animal in heat. 

You rolled your eyes at him. “Oh?” You walked around him, circling like he was a prey. When you stood right behind him, you stood on your tiptoes and leaned in to whisper again, lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “But what you did was highly inappropriate Mr. Rogers. Can you imagine what that would do to your reputation, should people find out?” You kissed down along his neck, from his ear to the side of his lower jaw where you could feel his pulse. You scoffed, “Your heart is racing, Steve. Give in. I’ll let you do whatever you want with me.” You whispered softly. 

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath while trying to ignore the pressure in between his legs. His cock was throbbing. His hands were almost shaking as he held back from touching you. He could so easily just pin you to the wall and have his way. He so desperately wanted to. But… he shouldn’t. You were his bosses’ daughter. 

Despite knowing it was futile because you had the reputation of getting whatever you wanted, be it in your personal or professional life, he still tried to act responsibly rather than just giving in to his burning desire and instincts. 

“I’m not one of your business deals, Y/N. You can come in here and talk terms with me in my own home.” He sounded frustrated and… hot. 

You walked back around and stood right in front of him. Judging by the look in your eyes, he knew what was coming and he silently accepted defeat. “Why? What’s so special about your home?” 

He stepped closer, stopping at just inches away from you. “Careful, Y/N.” His tone caused you to stop smirking. “My home, so I make the rules. When I tell you to stop being a little brat, you stop being a little brat.” The way he looked down at you only made you want to misbehave even more. 

“Else what?” 

And that was it. There went all the self-control he had. His eyes, dangerous and mean stared into yours as he stepped closer, grabbed you by the throat gently and pulled your face closer to his. Your lips parted as you struggled to breath right - not because of his grip around your throat, but because of the proximity. You could feel his body heat and it made you whimper. 

“Else you’re gonna have to deal with the consequences. I’m gonna have to teach your bratty self how to behave.” He chuckled darkly. “But something tells me you’d like that, wouldn’t you babygirl?” He could tell by you whimpered that you would most definitely love that. 

“Steve,” you were at a loss of words. But you were so ready. “Please…”

He smirked. “You’ve been a bad, bad girl for so long. Teasing me, tormenting me,” He leaned in to whisper in your ear, “touching yourself while thinking of me. Who said you could do that? Hmm? Did you ask for permission?” 

“No…” you felt your arousal drip out of you at the sound of his lewd words. 

“From now on, you will come to me when your greedy, little cunt needs to be taken care of. Or you will touch yourself only when I give you permission to. Do you understand?” 

“Yes.” Your voice sounded shaky already. 

“Yes what?” 

Your walls clenched around nothing down there as you uttered the words, “Yes daddy.” 

He smiled. “Good girl.” He whispered and as he looked behind you, you saw how his deep blue eyes lit up once he saw something. “But since you’ve been such a brat lately, you still need to be taught a lesson. Don’t you think?” 

You nodded. He let go of your throat. “Anytime you want me to stop, just say so. Okay?” You nodded again as he slowly walked the two of you back until your legs hit the couch. He caught you by the arm before you fell backwards. “Bend over the armrest.” 

You did what he asked, supporting yourself up with your elbows. And let out a soft moan when you felt his warm hands slipping under your little dress and kneading your butt

“Daddy’s gonna spank you until your pretty little cunt is dripping, is that okay babygirl?” His voice got you all flustered and whiny. 

“Yes daddy.” 

“Good.” He dragged your underwear down till your ankles, waited for you to step out of them and lifted your dress up. He lifted his hand up in the air and brought it down to spank your ass. You whimpered in pleasure as the tingles died down eventually. “That’s for being a bratty little girl all the time.” 

Spank! “That’s for torturing daddy, and teasing him all day when he’s just trying to get work done.” 

You let out a little moan as he spanked you again. “That’s for always doing the exact opposite of what I ask you to, causing you to then ask for help for every little thing.” Spank! You moaned louder as his fingers trailed down to your wet folds, teasing you. “Daddy has to help you out with every little thing, isn’t it?” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss the back of your neck, “That’s okay. Daddy loves it.” 

Your skin burned under his lips. You were breathless, desperately wanting more. 

Spank! His hand lingered on your skin a little longer this time, caressing where it felt sore. “That’s for being a whiny little brat when you don’t always get what you want, when you want it.” Spank! “Such a spoilt brat, aren’t you babygirl?” 

You let out a breathless moan. You wanted more. He could tell by the way you pushed your butt out more and more each time after each spank. “Please…” 

He smirked and slid his hand further down, stroking your wet folds. “You’re so wet.” He cooed and lifted his hand and spanked you again. And again. And again. You whimpered in pleasure and slight pain. 

Spank! He smacked your dripping core instead of your butt. Your whole body tingled as he pulled you up against him again, your sore ass pressing into his erected cock, making both of you groaned under your breaths. “You did so good, babygirl.” His hand traveled to your front and under your dress and he touched your wet core. “You’re so wet for daddy,” He mumbled in your ear, “but you can’t cum yet.” You whined again. He chuckled. “Now you know how it feels when you tease daddy all the time. It’s not fun, is it babygirl?” 

“No.” You answered as he gave you space to turn around and face him. “It’s not. I’m sorry.” You stared at his lips and he noticed. 

“You know what would make daddy really happy though?” That made you look up into his irresistible eyes. “If you got down on your knees like a good girl, and sucked daddy’s cock and made him feel good.” He leaned in to brush his lips against yours. “Won’t you do that? Won’t you be a good girl for daddy?” 

You nodded frantically. Excited. But also needy. 

He plopped down onto the couch, manspreading and making you whimper just looking at him. “Come here,” he pointed in between his legs. “Kneel.” 

You did as he asked. He took your hand and placed it right on his erection. You bit your lower lip as you felt him; big and hard. Your hands hurried to lower the waistband of his sweats to free his erected cock. The sight of his perfect cock had you whining with need again. 

“Go on babygirl. Suck.” His voice was deeper than usual and it sent a shiver along your spine.

You wrapped your fingers around his cock and placed your mouth on his tip; your tongue slowly circling his tip. Steve held your head gently and slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth. You bobbed your head around his tip; taking him in slowly until he hit the back of your throat.

He gripped your hair gently, moaning as he told you how much of a good girl you were. The sounds of his moans and grunts only made you whimper with his cock in your mouth. Your ass was sore, but that was the last thing on your mind. Right now, you needed to be Steve’s good girl. 

He twitched against your tongue and you tasted some of his pre cum which signified that he wasn’t going to last very long. His taste was all you could focus on; his raw taste and the feeling of his smooth skin against your tongue and the top of your mouth. 

He looked down at you and moaned again, he loved the sight of your spit coating his cock. You looked perfect on your knees, taking him so well just like he wanted you to. 

You looked up and met his wild, blue eyes. Just to mess with him, you took his cock out of your mouth and teased him a little bit more; licking his length from bottom to top while your hands toyed with his balls. He swore under his breath as you dragged your warm tongue over the slit of his tip lazily. 

He looked down at you with a smirk and a warning in his eyes and that was all it took for you to take him back into your mouth and suck on his cock until he came undone all over your tongue.

He gripped your hair, moaning loudly as he came. “Fuck.” He threw his head back to catch his breath. “Such a good girl.” he mumbled, looking down at you as you licked him clean; pulling his sweats back up before you climbed onto his lap, wiggling on purpose. 

He pulled you closer, making you grind against his semi-erected cock. You whined in need. “Aww, what is it babygirl? You want daddy?” he cooed, mocking you. He loved the effect his voice had on you. 

You nodded, pleading with your eyes as best you could. You needed him so bad, it hurt. “Please daddy.” 

He cupped your face and leaned in for a kiss. You felt his tongue stroke the top of your mouth, and his hands touched you wherever he could. A gentle, deep kiss; the kind that made your heart flutter and made your knees weak. He undressed you slowly, and you him. 

Once done, neither one of you could keep your hands off each other. 

“Steve… please,” you mumbled against his lips. He could feel your hunger, which then fueled his. Skin on skin, the desire burning between you two could no longer be ignored. 

He smirked. “I know baby, I know...” He whispered against your lips before flipping the two of you around and asking you to turn around and grip the back of the couch.

He got up and stood behind you. You knelt on the couch in front of him, legs spread apart, hands gripping the back of the couch with your back to him. You could feel him right there behind you. 

He gripped your hair gently into a makeshift ponytail, and pulled your head back just enough to take your breath away. His soft, warm lips hovered over the side of your throat, kissing along your neck as his other hand reached around and toyed with your folds; his fingers furiously toying with your clit and making you moan. 

“This is all you wanted, huh? To be fucked, and owned. You wanted my cock so badly, didn’t you?” His voice was deep and raspy when he spoke, his tongue licking along your neck while he abruptly stopped toying with your folds. “All this time, you’ve been practically begging me to fuck you. Well now’s the time baby. Go on, beg for me.”

You whimpered. Your body was on fire. You couldn’t take it any longer. You begged; wantonly, shamelessly.  He chuckled and tugged harder on your hair, making you whimper and moan even more. “That’s a good girl.” 

He gripped each side of your hips, tightly; spreading your legs apart a little more as he aligned his cock to your entrance. You shivered in anticipation as you waited. You couldn’t see him, and in front of you, through the large glass floor-to-ceiling window, you had a lovely view of the city lights but that didn’t matter anymore. 

He hand reached around and gently grabbed you by the throat again. “Are we good, babygirl? You okay?” 

You nodded quickly, heart racing, your body heated. “Yes, yes please...” You mumbled. 

He gave you a gentle kiss on your cheek, his stubble pressing into your skin. You closed your eyes and bit your lower lip as his soft lips kissed along your lower jaw. “I’m gonna fuck your sweet little cunt until you’re shaking…” he murmured, more so to himself. 

With a slow, steady push, he inserted his length into you. He groaned and grunted as he filled you up entirely. You heard his ragged breaths right by your ear as he removed himself out and pushed himself back into you again; your ass cheek pressing into his pelvic bone as he pounded into you. 

You shuddered as you felt all of him, while he mumbled about how good you were. He panted in your ear, kissing the side of your face as his hand left your throat and roamed around your body, touching you wherever he could, memorizing the shape of you until he finally cupped your core and played with your swollen clit. Your moans were incessant, you could already feel a sore throat coming. 

“You feel so good, baby…” he mumbled, slamming into you relentlessly, stretching you out and pounding into you like his life depended on it; the sounds of your skin slapping one another resonated around the room. 

“Fuck…” his voice cracked as he moaned under his breath. 

You could feel your walls clench around him, and tighten around his thick member; making him swear out loud. Your body moved along with his, your legs felt numb as he relentlessly slammed into you. 

Your moans got louder and he bent down to kiss along your shoulder blades and the back of your neck. “Take me, babygirl. Take all of me like you’ve dreamt of so many times…” he whispered against your skin as he rocked into you, faster and faster. He could barely hold it together himself but he had to give you what you’ve been wanting this whole time. 

You were a teary mess, he couldn’t see but he could tell by the sound of your voice. The view of the city in front of you was now getting blurrier with each passing second. Yet, you still wanted more. 

You cried out loud in pleasure as his hands gripped your hips, pushing you into him more and more each time he filled you up. You felt a sweet pressure forming in between your legs, intensifying each time the tip of his cock brushed against your sensitive spot. 

“Steve…” you cried, unable to handle the pleasure. It was overwhelming. 

He slowed down for just a second. “I’m right here, baby.” He kissed the side of your face. “I’m here, it’s okay. Are you gonna cum for me? You’re gonna be a good girl and cum for daddy? Hmm?” 

You nodded, now a whimpering, tear-stained mess. He took you higher… and higher… 

“Cum for me.” his voice was all it took for you to come undone. You came hard without any warning.

He didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, he kept pounding into you as your eyes rolled back; kept slamming into you, chasing his own orgasm as your walls clenched around him, squeezing him like he had dreamt of last night. 

He gripped your hair in his fist and tugged on it again, moaning right in your ear as he felt his orgasm forming. Your walls tightened around him, and he groaned as he came undone right after you; buried deep within you. His warm cum shoot at your walls and trickled out of you when he carefully removed his length from your entrance.

You were struggling to hold yourself up, your legs shaking and your body trembling. But Steve held you against him as he threw himself on the couch, pulling you into his lap. His body was damp and warm, and you loved the feeling of his strong arms around you. You buried your face into the crook of his neck. 

He rubbed along your sides as he whispered comforting words in your ear. His hands rubbing your body everywhere he could. “You did so good, baby.” 

---

You don’t remember getting to Steve’s bed the previous night, but that’s where you woke up; under his warm sheets, a pair of lips kissing your face gently. 

“Wake up, Miss.” 

You groaned. “Don’t call me that.” You mumbled from under the sheets. You tried sitting up and you felt sore in places you didn’t know one could feel sore. Steve caught the frown on your face and when you looked up and to send him a death glare, he just chuckled. 

You noticed that he was dressed already. 

“Come on now. We have to go.” 

You hid under the blankets again. “No.” 

He sighed. Of course, he should’ve known he’d have to deal with all your antics again. “You need to get home, and I need to get to work. Now come on, we have to go.” 

You peaked from under the blankets. “Give me a kiss first.” You bargained. 

He rolled his eyes and walked up to his bed, leaning over you. “You’re just gonna pull me back into bed with you and then we’re both not going to want to leave at all.” 

You held both your hands out, “Just one kiss, I promise.” 

He gave in, he leaned in and cupped your face with one hand and pressed his lips to yours. It started out all gentle and slow but then you pulled him closer by the back of his neck and he accidentally let out a moan. You tried pulling him back under the covers but he pulled away right before he gave in completely. 

“No.” He pulled away. “Home, now.” He used the same tone as he did when waking you up for work each day. 

You groaned and eventually, reluctantly, got out of his bed. 

 ---

Everything was going great after that night. 

Your days just got a whole lot better with Steve around. Sure, you kept being the brat that you are, just so he could drag you all the way to your bedroom and ‘teach you how to behave’ at any time during the day. 

It was safe to say that you began catching feelings for each other. You brightened up Steve’s days and him yours. Bathroom quickies, morning sex, and spending nights together quickly became more frequent than you expected. 

You teased him just the same, and it almost always resulted in him fucking you just how you wanted him to. 

All was well. 

Until your parents came home for a weekend out of nowhere. And they left just as quickly as they came but their arrival made Steve feel terrible. Steve couldn’t help but feel guilty when your father asked him if he was taking good care of you. Obviously, he guarded your little secret well. But he felt terrible, like he was betraying your parents. 

He wasn’t supposed to do this. Above all, he shouldn’t have even thought that he could be with you. Really, what was he thinking? This was wrong. He worked for your parents, and you. This was unprofessional. Inappropriate. 

You noticed that his stand-offish manner remained even after your parents were gone. So you confronted him about it one morning. 

“Is everything okay between us?” 

He looked up at you, and nodded. Truth is, he didn’t know how to let you down. 

“Steve, seriously.” 

He sighed. He walked over to where you stood and faced you with a look which gave away what he might have been thinking all this time. “This has to stop.” 

Your heart raced. “What does?” 

He pointed between you and him. “This.” 

You were sure you could fix whatever was wrong. “If you’re worried about mom and dad finding out then-,” 

He cut you off. “No. Listen to me. I feel like I’m doing the wrong thing here, like I’m leading you on because… let’s face it, we can never be together.” He could visibly see how he was breaking your heart. He took a deep breath. “I should have tried to make you see sense. I shouldn’t have… used you. I can’t help but feel like I’m using you, I-,” 

You cut him off this time. “Steve, you’re not.” He stepped forward to cup his face but he caught your hands before you could, pulling away from you. 

“You don’t understand. This… this can’t happen. It probably isn’t real. What you feel for me could be something else and you’re mistaken and-,” 

You couldn’t believe him. “How dare you?” You got defensive really quickly, trying to hide how it hurt. 

He got quiet. Maybe this was the wrong way of dealing with this situation? 

You straightened your back and took a step away from him. “Look, if you don’t want me anymore then just say so. Don’t make silly excuses, we’re not children.” 

He spoke up quickly. “All I’m saying is that you’re young. Perhaps you’re not thinking straight. Look, I’ve mistaken lust for love too in the past, when I was younger. It’s not-,” 

You stopped him before he hurt you even more. You were hurt, but mostly angry at this point. “Just because I’m younger than you doesn’t mean that my feelings aren’t real or valid, or that I don’t know what I want. Also you have no right to water down my feelings like that. Who are you to tell me what I feel? How fucking dare you?” 

He realized he must have dealt with this differently. But it was too late now, he hurt you. The sight of your watery eyes was unbearable, knowing that he’s the one who caused it. I’m sorry, babygirl. “Y/N, I’m just-,” 

You raised your voice. “Enough!” You didn’t let your tears fall in front of him. “Screw you, Steve.” You grabbed your bag and made your way out of your house, got in the car and drove to work in anger and your heart aching. 

You cried in the car before you got out. What happened? Everything was so perfect. Why did he feel this way all of a sudden? To a point where he made himself believe that what you felt for him wasn’t real? Where did that even come from? Did he think that you were just a confused young girl, seeking attention? 

That bit really hurt. It hurt more because you fell for him, hard and it wasn’t something you could control. 

You started your day rough, and it seemed it was only going to get worse because you’d be replaying the scene from the kitchen this morning all day long. 

 As for Steve, he was equally a mess as you were. He kept cursing himself as he tried his hardest to go about his day but the thought of your teary face this morning was haunting him in broad daylight. 

He could’ve been less mean, more understanding. You were human after all. How could he have hurt you like that when all he ever cared for this whole time was your well-being? 

He was upstairs doing something when your bedroom door caught his eye. He stepped in and immediately regretted all that he did this morning. It was unfair towards you and now he felt even more guilty. 

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, standing in the middle of your room. It smelt like you; floral, fierce and enticing. His favorite girl, how could have hurt you so much? He felt guilty, but perhaps he failed to see how happy he actually made you. 

His eyes fell on your freshly made bed. In the past month following that night at his apartment, he had spent quite some nights here. Memories of all times spent with you, not just for the past month, but the past years as well flashed in his mind. 

Oh he had fucked up. 

He walked out of your bedroom, already taking his gloves off. He needed to change and go find you and apologize before it gets worse. 

-

You were in the middle of yet another business call when you heard a knock on your door. You quickly wrapped up the call and called out in annoyance, “Come in.” You had been quite moody since this morning. 

Steve was the last person you expected to enter your office this afternoon. You stood up immediately; not having the heart to tell him to get out. All your anger vanished the minute you saw him standing there, all that was left was the hurt. And fuck did it hurt. 

He closed the door behind him and lingered around the door itself, still wondering how he should start his apology. Also the broken look in your eyes felt like a thousand daggers piercing him all at the same time. 

“Came to tell me some more about how much of a stupid, young and confused girl I am?” You sassed. Your go-to method of dealing with emotions was to be as sassy and as ruthless as humanly possible, Steve was aware of that. 

He sighed. “I came to apologize. I shouldn’t have said all that.” He took a deep breath and kept going. “I felt terrible when I spoke to your parents.” He finally confessed. “They trust me to take good care of you, like a guardian. But I have been…” he couldn’t find the right words. “I felt guilty. And it’s not your fault, but I couldn’t figure out how to deal with all this. I thought maybe if I push you away it would… I don’t know. I don’t know, Y/N. I’m sorry I hurt you.” 

You listened, trying to grasp the reasons why he said what he said this morning. 

“Then what made you think that I might be confused about what I feel?” You questioned. 

He took a step forward, feeling terrible now that he was voicing out everything. “I don’t know, I thought that you- that maybe you… I-,’ 

You cut him off, repeating your question because you could tell he had an answer but didn’t want to tell you. “What made you think so, Steve? The truth, please.” 

He stared into your eyes for a few seconds. “I thought that perhaps you weren’t sure about your feelings… for me. Why would you fall for someone like me, I mean, I work for your parents.” He let out a dry chuckle. “I thought that maybe you were mistaking everything that’s been happening since that night at my apartment to be… something it’s not.” 

You scoffed. You simplified and rephrased what he had just said, “So you think that I’ve been going on about how much you mean to me just because you fuck me good?” 

That felt like a slap across his face. “That’s not-,” 

“Do you even like me? Or is it just… I don’t know, convenient sex to you?” 

He had the same look of hurt on his face which you had this morning. “Don’t you dare say that. You know how I feel about you.” He had told you many times how he feels and he meant it. The fact that you even questioned him hurt. 

You scoffed and nodded. You walked around your desk, stopping at the side of it. “Take a seat.” 

He looked confused for a moment. “What?” 

“Take a seat, Steve.” You pointed to one of the chairs and he walked right over without any question. 

Your heart burned as you looked at him, wanting to just shower him with tender love and affection but you had to clear some things up first. 

He looked up at you with his deep blue eyes, wondering if he had lost you for good. It would kill him if that were the case. He could no longer imagine his days without you. 

“Do you remember the night of my 20th birthday, Steve?” You asked. 

He looked down at his lap and cracked a little smile. “That was 6 years ago, Y/N. It’s a little blurry.” 

You smiled at the memory. “Mom and dad were away, as usual. But they promised they would make it back before the night ends, for my birthday dinner. But then, they both forgot about it and later blamed it on the workload. I went to bed crying that night, like I had all day.” As you narrated that day, it helped him remember a little bit. You continued, “But then someone knocked on my door. It was you, standing there with a little cupcake and a candle. It was your day off but you were the only one who didn’t forget that it was my birthday.” 

He remembered it now. He remembered how he found your little teary face when you opened your bedroom door and how you jumped in his arms. 

He remained quiet. 

You kept going. “The year after that, I begged mom and dad to be home for Christmas because I was dying to have some family time with them. But they called and said they couldn’t make it. Do you know who put with my shit and helped me decorate the entire house with obnoxious Christmas music on? You.” 

He smiled a little bigger at the memory. He remembered how you pouted and followed him around the entire day, asking him to help you with decoration. He remembers the way his heart fluttered when he saw the biggest, most genuine smile on your face after he agreed to do so. He would do anything just to see that same smile on your face right now. 

You stepped a little closer. 

“Do you remember the times when I used to go clubbing almost every weekend? And you would have to track me down and bring me home safe at like three in the morning every time?” You chuckled at the memory. “And then you sat me down one day and asked me to get my shit together.” 

He remembered that as well. That was one of the only times he had been so strict with you. He simply could not watch you waste your life away like that and put yourself in danger. He was glad you listened. 

“And all those times when I missed mom and dad but I couldn’t call them because I knew they were always busy, so I called you. At odd hours and you would always show up. And you’d stay for as long as I needed you to. And I’d drag you along to go get ice-cream with me in the middle of the night. You remember that?” 

He looked up at you and his smile vanished. You had tears streaming down your face. “Y/N…” 

“It was you, Steve. It’s always been you.” You fought the need to cry. “I didn’t fall for you because of that night at your apartment. All these years, all those mundane things added up to now, when I can finally tell you how I feel and how important you are to me. And when you try to reduce it to nothing but lust and confusion, it really hurts.” 

He got up from his seat. “Baby… I’m so, so sorry.” 

You wiped your tears away. “It’s okay if you want nothing to do with me. None of this will affect your job, and my parents will never find out. You can walk out of this, I’ll understand. But don’t tell me what I feel for you isn’t real. Because it is. I love you, and that’s real.” 

He closed the distance between the two of you, grabbing your face and to pull you closer gently. “Shh…” he whispered, one of his arms circling your waist and pulling you closer, “I’m not gonna walk out. I’m not going anywhere.” 

He pressed his lips to yours, gently. He kissed you passionately; arms wrapping around your body, tongue stroking the inside of your mouth while he occasionally bit down on your lip. Your hands found their way into his soft hair, you tugged on it gently while moaning softly into the kiss. 

He gave you a second to catch your breath. “I adore you, babygirl. And that’s real too.” He mumbled against your lips before kissing you again while gently pushing you against the edge of your desk until you got on top of it. He stepped in between your legs and deepened the kiss. You gripped his hair and tugged a little more and he let out a quiet, breathy moan. 

His warm hand caressed your thigh, given your dress had bunched up higher than before. His other hand gently held your lower jaw as he kissed and nibbled on your skin, down your neck; making you squirm and forget all about the world outside. Here, with him now, was all that mattered. 

You felt his fingers lazily making their way across your inner thighs. His knuckles gently stroked your clothed core and you leaned your head back at the sudden wave of pleasure; letting out a soft moan. 

Steve gently toyed with your still clothed, now wet, core. Your hand tugged on his sweater and you pulled him closer, placing your lips on his again. Your other hand dipped in between your bodies and you unbuckled his pants as quickly as you could. You felt him bite down on your skin when you palmed him through his underwear. 

“Steve… I want you…” You whispered in his ear. 

You moaned as he kissed his way up to your neck. “I know, baby. I know…” he pulled away to look at you with hooded eyes. 

You lowered his underwear and pulled out his cock. He rapidly dragged your underwear down your legs and threw them somewhere behind him. He spread your legs open and aligned his cock to your core. 

You could feel his tip, leaking with precum, slightly pressing against your clit. Slowly, he slipped inside of you, groaning at how tight you were. You felt his length stretching you out entirely. He started rocking in and out of you slowly, then eventually, he sped up. 

“Steve…”You moaned out loud, feeling all of him; stretching you, filling you up, moving rapidly in and out of you to the point where the only thing you could focus on was his body.

“I’m right here, baby…” he whispered, pounding into you relentlessly, as he bent down to kiss your open mouth, swallowing all your moans and mewls in the process. 

You whined upon hearing the wet, slapping sounds your bodies made when they came in contact with one another. Mixed with his scent and the growls leaving his mouth, it was all too sinful, too good. 

“You’re all mine.” He stared down at you, his ocean blue eyes showing you all the love he had for you. You could only nod, unable to form coherent sentences while he pounded into you like he owned you. He leaned in again, kissing you softly. “Say it, babygirl. Tell me you’re mine.” he whispered against your lips.

Something about how he sounded so calm even while he was fucking you hard made you tremble under him. “I’m yours…” you whispered, shuddering under him. He smirked and sped up into you again, relishing the feeling of you wrapped around him like you were made for it.

Hearing you moan and squirm under him only encouraged him to thrust deeper into you, he wanted to feel all of you and he wanted you to feel all of him. He wanted you to know that he was here, and was not planning on going anywhere. He was relentless. He moaned right in your ear as his body moved perfectly against yours. “I’m so sorry baby, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I love you so, so much...” 

You whined; feeling a thin layer of sweat covering both your bodies as your walls milked him perfectly. A tear fell from your eye, out of pleasure. He was quick to wipe it away. He bent down and kissed your lips, pounding into you rapidly like his life depended on it.

“I love you more…” 

He felt you clench and tighten around him, “Cum for me, baby...” He whispered, his voice strained and raspy. Your mind was foggy by now, and it took your brain a few seconds to even process his words.

Not even a few moments later, you felt him twitch inside of you; his cock throbbing against your walls. He came with a growl, gripping your hips. You whined as you came around him as well, hard and fast. 

He didn’t pull his cock out of you as he engulfed you in his arms, tucking your head under his chin as he held you against his warm body. You could hear his frantic heartbeats, and he could feel yours. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered again. 

You pulled away from his hug just a little so you could look at him. “Hey,” you reached out to touch his face. “Stop apologizing. We’re gonna be okay.” 

He smiled down at you. “I’m gonna have to love you in secret.” He leaned down and rubbed the tip of his nose to yours. You giggled. 

“Not for long. We’ll figure something out.” You grabbed him by his face and pulled him closer, and whispered dramatically, “Or maybe we could run away.” Your words made his smile. You pulled him in for a kiss, and whispered, “Till then, I’ll love you when no one is around.” 

[weirdochick56]

Sin- Steve Rogers AU Chapter Seven

Biker!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, set in a universe where Pietro isn’t Wanda’s twin, but her older brother!!! 

Disclaimers: I don’t own any MCU plots/characters mentioned.

Word Count: 4, 777 Words

Summary: Suffering form the aftermath of Pietro finding her with Steve, Reader and Wanda head to a little weekend getaway. Except, a few unexpected guests arrive, throwing her world into chaos...again. 

A/N: Here’s chapter seven lovlies! Hope you enjoy. <3

READ CHAPTER SIX HERE!!

Your life was much simpler before it had Steve Rogers in it, that much was clear.

In a matter of minutes, your world had been turned upside down. What had started out as a simple outing to get him off your back had suddenly turned into a huge problem with the man you had once thought you’d love for the remainder of your life. A problem you weren’t sure you could resolve.

Not with the way things went anyway.

Pietro stands by the doorway, eyes furious before his gaze turns to you and suddenly that ferocity gives way to something much more tender…not hatred or even hurt flashes across his face. No, the emotion is far more soul-crushing than you anticipate and you nearly crumble because it looks an awful lot like…  like betrayal. Like you’ve betrayed his trust and something about that aches sharply.

Your breath hitches then quickens and you begin to take painful panicked breaths as he spins on his heels and begins to walk away in a flurry of disgust and fury- never uttering a single word but saying everything with his expression and gaze.

“Pietro, wait!” Your instant reflex is to run after him, of course- so you do but-

You gasp when a warm hand on your wrist stops your sudden movements, snapping you out of your panicked trance and returning the air back into your lungs. Whirling around to look at Steve incredulously, your eyebrows raise to your hairline; his grip is firm.

“Steve,” you grit. “Let me go I need to-” 

“Let him go,” he cuts you off calmly, fingers still gripping you.

You sputter at him. “What? Why?”

“He needs space right now.”

You laugh dryly, finally tugging yourself free from his grasp. “Why!” You breathe sarcastically. “How awfully thoughtful of you.”

“Y/n, I’m serious.” Steve clenches his jaw, speaking in a barely contained manner. “I’m trying to help you. And him, too.”

“Oh yeah?” You muse dryly. “And how’s that?”

“He’s hurt and angry as fuck right now, and if you run after him and he loses control-“ he cuts himself off abruptly, his entire face becoming alight with something dark and tumultuous. His lips quirk into a tiny contempt smile and he stares you down seriously.

“I will not tolerate him touching a single fucking hair on that pretty head of yours,” he whispers seriously. “Trust me, I’m not the right fucking person to piss off.” 

Your mouth, ready to fire some witty response his way, snaps shut at that. Steve was a scary guy, (who for some reason had become infatuated with you, might I add), and you didn’t have in you to call his (probably nonexistent) bluff. 

He really didn’t seem like the type to bluff.

“Fine,” you finally relent, rolling your eyes. “But I’m not staying here.” 

And with that, you begin to saunter off, except Steve’s hand stops you again just as you brush past him. 

You glare up at him. “What-”

“You didn’t leave the entire date,” he quips triumphantly.

God, what was he a child? The sparkle in his eye is reflective of the childish pride he’s exuding and you hated admitting how fudging cute it was.  It was a funny notion- a man like Steve Rogers being cute.

You scoff, brows furrowing. “Not because I didn’t want to, I just needed you to get off my case once and for all, and I figured if I stayed you’d be more lenient.”

His stupid smirk widens. “Are you sure about that doll? Because it seems to me that you were actually enjoying yourself.” 

You roll your eyes, ripping yourself from his grasp and tilting your head defiantly up at him. 

“You wish.” 

And then you stomp off, the sound of his sexy gruttal laughter following you out. 

You’ve no idea what you’re going to do to fix things with Pietro. And if you even want to. 

You sigh for what felt like the zillionth time in the span of an hour and Wanda, who’s sunbathing beside you, sits upright, pulling her glasses down to her nose. 

“Y/n,” she groans. 

You tsk, waving your hands dramatically. “I know, I know.” 

“You should try to relax, Y/n,” she says a little more softly, eyeing you with sympathy. “I mean, we rented this beach house and invited everyone else over in hopes of cheering you up, didn’t we?” 

She points to the huge beach house a few feet away in the distance and your group of friends playing volleyball a few ways away. Well, most of them were friends anyway. 

You want to tell her that, in reality, you’d had no hand in the preparation for this trip and that really, she’d been the one to plan it all and drag you, but you figured that was a bit rude. 

After all, she did have good intentions. 

In truth, the small four-day getaway to the privately-owned beach had been nice. Though you’d already been there for a full day and hadn’t seen anyone take up residence in any of the neighboring houses for rent. It was just you, Wanda, Hannah, and a few other guys which you had gotten to know pretty well so it wasn’t too bad. 

You were just...distracted. 

“Here,” she sighs, pulling out a beer from the cooler and offering it to you. “Why don’t you try to have a good time? We’re far away from our parents after all,” she smirks a little deviously, jutting a thumb “And Stephen seems pretty into you.” 

Oh yeah...and he was here too.

You nearly gag at the mention of Stephen Lafayette and the bile straight up crawls up your throat when you take a hesitant peek at him only to find him already staring you down. Was that desire or disgust he was looking at you with?...

Whatever. You shake your head, standing up abruptly and dusting sand off your unbuttoned shorts. 

You had wanted to wear something a little less....showy, but Wanda insisted and you truly had no energy to defy her. Plus, the coral top and bottoms fit you quite nicely if you do say so yourself. You wave a hand at her. 

“Thanks for the offer, but I’m taking a nap. You guys have fun though.” 

“Suit yourself!” She calls after you as you go up the steps of the front poarch.

The beach house Wanda rented was huge but had a homely feeling, with small personalized trinkets here and there and decently sized bedrooms, all including mini-fridges and huge beds.

You stalk up the stairs to your bedroom, closing the door behind you, effectively muffling the music from outside and collapsing on your bed. 

You stare up at the ceiling pensively for a few minutes and ridiculously enough, behind all the white noise of Pietro and what you were going to do about that, was Steve. 

Fucking Steve.

You flip over, stuffing your face in your pillow and screaming. 

Steve was fucking everywhere, those baby blues, those tattoos, those hands, that scent...haunting you and every blink of sleep you managed to get your hands on- it was fucking infuriating. 

You wanted to hate him, wanted to feel disgusted by his blatant desire for you, but all you could feel was confusion...confusion and an intense throbbing in between your legs.

Feeling exhausted from screaming, you let your muscles relax and your shoulders droop. 

Eventually, exhaustion catches up with you and the darkness swallows you whole as you happily allow it to, listening to the waves slamming against the shore and the hard bass of some pop song you were too tired to recognize. 

*

A while later you wake up, dazed. 

Pushing your hair out of your face, you stare outside, realizing it was now dark. Looking over to your nightstand, you instantly sit up in a panic. 

It was eight pm already?! You had gone to sleep at four pm. 

Quickly getting out of bed, you run down the stairs and out the door. You pause when you realize your friend group had made a small campfire, the music had gotten louder and they were all laughing as they danced around it. 

You slowly approach the group, unable to hold back your smile as Wanda drunkenly opens her arms when she sees you, pulling you to her and pressing her head to your torso. 

“Y/nnnnnn!” She drawls. “I missed you! Come sit with me,” she smiles, patting the seat to her left as the seat to her right was being taken up by one of your other friends and her longtime crush, Oliver. 

You only realize Stephen sits in the seat right to yours once you’re seated and it makes your stomach drop. Ignoring him and the way he doesn’t lift his eyes from your body, you pat Wanda on the head. 

“You’re fucking drunk Wanda,” you chuckle. “Maybe take it a little slower?” 

“Yeah, okay,” she rolls her eyes, leaning her head casually on Oliver’s shoulder. You both share a look and he smiles as he wraps an arm around her, respectful of not touching anywhere below her waist. 

You snort when you realize she’d probably die of embarrassment when you told her how she was acting tomorrow. 

“Dude, look over there,” another guy, Jackson, who’s seated next to Hannah, points toward an approaching range rover a few feet away. 

You sit up, suddenly feeling unsettled for some reason. The large sleek black vehicle parks in front of the neighboring house and you make out a booming electric guitar belonging to a sexy rock song. 

The whole group watches on as approximately ten figures jump out of the expensive car, laughing and joking around. It’s too far away to truly make anyone out but, you do know there’s an even ratio of girls to guys. You also know that you feel anxious by their sudden arrival for some reason. 

The group begins murmuring as the new arrivals begin unpacking stuff from the car. 

“Dude, they’re huge,” Jackson breathes, pointing to one of the guys as he easily lifts a small suitcase from the vehicle, the rest of the guys muttering in awed agreement. “Damn, they are.”

Suddenly Wanda shoots forward, gripping your arm tightly. “Isn’t that...” she squints. “Isn’t that Bucky?...and Sam?” 

“W-what, l-like that Bucky and Sam?” Your heart is already racing as you make the question even though you don’t know any other Sam and Bucky. 

Wanda laughs, rolling her eyes. “Of course dummy!”

You instantly whip back around to look at the group and the uneasy feeling in your chest intensifies when you realize the silhouettes do resemble those of the Devil’s Riders. 

“Oh my God, it is!” She slaps her knee, laughs joyfully and drunkenly stands up. “I’m gonna go say hi!”

And then without so much as a word of warning, she starts for the other group. You instantly stand up, motioning for Oliver to follow you and grab her. He nods firmly, swooping in and grabbing ahold of Wanda. “C’mere, Wan,” he mutters, wrapping her arm over his shoulders. 

She just giggles drunkenly as you speedwalk to keep up with her. What if it was them? What would they be doing here? 

You hug yourself, keeping your head down...until a warm hand slips onto your shoulders and pulls you against a warm body, that is. 

You cock your head up and your blood boils once you realize Stephen has not only walked with you but has also pulled you to his side like you’re some sort of trophy without your consent. Opening your mouth to tell him off, you pause once you hear Wanda screech. 

“Oh my GAWD, hi!” She waves her hand aggressively at a very shocked Bucky. 

You swallow thickly once you begin to perfectly distinguish the people there- Bucky, Sam, that young kid who’d been at the warehouse, and two very intimidating tatted girls who glared at you and Wanda from their stance in the doorway. 

Did that mean that he was here too?…

Your eyes begin unconsciously seeking one and only one person...only to not find him. You try to convince yourself that what the sinking you’re feeling is not due to disappointment because he’s not amongst the group but because you’re still tired. 

Wanda is rambling drunkenly, and Bucky is looking down at her, brow cocked and a small amused smirk on his face. You sigh, stepping forward to grab Wanda and effectively shaking Stephen off.

“Wanda,” you say. “Let’s go home, c’mon.”

You begin to tug her away, but-

“Well, well, well. what do we have here?”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You feel yourself freeze, blood running cold and along with everyone else your heads snap toward the entrance of the beach house where Steve stood in all his beautiful glory.

Oh fuck.

His eyes glint in that particular light as they find you, slightly widening in shock before narrowing back into their sexy predatory state.

“If it isn’t the little spit fire and company,” he jests huskily, tilting his head at the last word as his powerful gaze sweeps briefly over Oliver, who somehow is managing to keep Wanda from toppling over and then you in which it lingers and a split-second long smirk appears, before moving over to Stephen, who is still standing a little too close to you.

His eyes practically turn into slits once they land on Stephen and his jaw clenches. You cough uncomfortably, taking a tiny step away from Stephen and evading his penetrative gaze.

His gaze doesn’t waver until Bucky walks over to him, all tense muscles and solemn expression, phone in hand. When had he walked away to take a call?

“Prez.”

He whispers something into Steve’s ear and his face suddenly turns serious too. With one nod at Sam, they all begin moving about like robots who had been programmed; purposeful and serious.

You sigh and grab Wanda’s hand, not liking the sudden heavy atmosphere. “Let’s go.”

As you being to walk back, you make it a point to keep your eyes to yourself, not wanting to give anything away even if all you wanted to do was look at Steve.

Damn him.

As you step leisurely, Stephen shoots you multiple strange glances.

“What?” You snap.

“Do you know that guy?”

“Who?”

He rolls his eyes. “You fucking know who, Y/n. The blonde jacked one. The one they called ‘prez’, do you know him?”

You can’t help but glare up at him once you’ve reached the porch, making sure no one else is listening before you press him against the front of the house, jabbing a finger into his chest. 

“Okay, one; if I do or don’t know him, I don’t see how that’s any of your fucking business. And two, if you ever dare touch me like you did today without my permission I will rip every single one of your fucking fingers from their sockets one by one, you got that?”

Without waiting for a response, you leave him standing there. 

*

Later on that night, you’re laying in your bed again, but you’re not tired. Instead, you’re wide awake, thinking about the fact that Steve is right next door- so close yet so far away. And wondering why he was even there in the first place. 

God. This isn’t just another one of his games to get you to pay attention to him, was it? 

‘No. Stop thinking about him, Y/n,’ you chastise yourself.

Flipping on your side, you try to close your eyes and force your mind to fall asleep, but alas, to no avail. 

With a frustrated sigh, you throw your covers off and decidedly get out of bed. You tie your hair into a messy bun, adjust your tank crop top and pajama shorts,  and tiptoe your way out of the house. Though that part was probably unnecessary as everyone else was knocked out.

As you approach the shore, you realize the breeze outside was surprisingly cold, the waves more dark and angry than they’d ever been before as they slam on the sand. It’s relieving upon your flushed skin and you inhale deeply, taking in the scent of salt and cold air. 

Unable to help yourself, you look over at the house the Devil’s Riders were residing in. There, in the distance, you see Steve, staring out into the shore just as you had been not too long ago, a cigarette tucked between his pointer and middle finger. 

As if being pulled by some invisible magnetic force, you begin to approach him, bare feet digging into the now cool sand. Your heart thumps as you near him and quickly realize he’s shirtless. 

His long muscular body shines almost mystically beneath the light of the moon, two tattoos you can’t make out placed on his hip and chest. His dirty blonde hair is the messiest and fluffiest you’d ever seen it and his blue eyes are staring off into the distance as he pressed the cigarette between those plump lips. 

He doesn’t so much a blink even though you’re sure he knows you’re there. 

“Smoking isn’t allowed here,” you say matter-of-factly because you don’t know what else to say. How would you explain coming to him in the middle of the night?

Steve, still staring out into the seemingly endless ocean, laughs- a soft, low, sexy laugh that travels straight to your core- and takes one last puff of his cigarette, throwing it on the sand and stepping it out with his flip flop. 

You can’t help but stare at the way his muscular back and arms flexed with every movement he made, gripping the edges of your shorts tightly. 

Then, with smoke still swirling out of his mouth, he turns to you and your stomach clenches tightly. That deep blue gaze is intense and hungry as it stares you down from behind a cloud of smoke and you unconsciously take a step back, overwhelmed by its weight. 

You think the corner of his mouth twitches at this, but you think you might’ve imagined it.

Deciding not to beat around the bush any longer, you blurt the question that’s been bothering you since you saw him. 

“What are you doing here Steve?” you sigh tiredly. 

“The same thing you’re doing here, I assume. Having fun.”

You quickly become irritated at his response. “Steve look, if this is some new way for you to get me to go out with you again just drop it okay? Because I-”

His laughter is boisterous and cuts right through your little speech. His eyes crinkle on the sides when he laughs, you realize and you narrow your eyes at him. 

“Look, doll, I know it’s hard to believe this, but...the world doesn’t revolve around you.” He gasps dramatically and you purse your lips in discontent. “I’m actually here to have fun and just for the record, I had no idea you and your little friends would be here.” He shrugs. 

You don’t know why, but you believe him. That’s beside the point though, you were mad he was here at all.

“You act as if I want you to bother me,” you snarl. 

“Oh you don’t?” he asks sarcastically, a stupid little smirk playing on his lips. 

“No.” 

He raises a brow. “Then why are you here? Girls don’t usually approach their stalkers, as you’ve so nicely pegged me.” 

Oh okay. 

Your mouth instantly snaps shut at the question. You hated to admit he had a point. 

You struggle to come up with a plausible response. “I-I just wanted to let you know you can’t smoke on this beach. Your little buddies might not care, but some of us give a shit about nature and stomped out butts on the floor.” 

As if to prove your point, you pick up his discarded butt, all the while hyperaware of his gaze on your back, and practically stomp over to the trashcan, throwing it out. 

Then you walk right back to his side, defiantly staring out into the sea. He laughs but it’s not a cold mocking laugh...it’s somewhat softer, more tender. Your chest aches with it and you can’t help but carefully turn to look at him again, your anger disipitating. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” he muses suddenly, eyes roving over your body, taking in your tiny pajamas and bare feet with an ever-widening grin. 

Self-consciously, you cross your arms over your chest and roll your eyes.  

“Not with you here.” 

Oh crap. You said that out loud!? Your eyes instantly widen and you slap a horrified hand over your mouth. You turn to him with wide eyes “I-I mean- I didn’t-” 

But it’s far too late. 

He’s smirking now, taking slow and dangerous steps toward you. “I make it hard for you to fall asleep?” He’s enjoying this too much. 

Planting your feet, you glare up at him. “That’s not-” 

He closes the distance between you two in a split second and your breath hitches, forcing you to swallow your angry remark. 

He doesn’t say anything, just tilts his head down at you warm breath fanning across your flushed face. He smelled like leather, sea salt expensive cologne, and cigarettes. 

“Steve,” you croak, hating that you loved having him this close, but he ignores you, completely stepping into your space and firmly pressing his warm forehead against yours. 

“Y/n,” he says right back in what you know he intends to be a mocking voice, but is instead a sexy grumble- low and husky.

Oh my God, you’ve never liked the sound of your name more.  

Your heart is too far gone now- it has gone completely haywire and that scares the shit out of you. 

“I’m-” Panicky, you take a step back, but your back presses right into a hard surface. You look behind you just to find it to be a small attached garage. 

Steve takes adavantage of the chance and presses his big hands on either side of your head, pressing the length of his body to yours. You gasp lightly when he does, your eyes snapping up to his. He’s already hard? 

“St-” you try again, but he presses a finger to your lips. 

“Shh,” he shushes you gently, his dark eyes no longer restrained as they take you in. 

You can feel your nipples harden beneath his hot gaze, your skin feels hot and flushed and your pussy is throbbing. He has barely even touched you. 

“Can I touch you?” he husks as if reading your mind. “Please.” 

It isn’t a question, it’s a beseech. One you had never expected to hear from a man like Steve. It made your insides quiver. 

His hand hovers over your body, ghosting over your sides and causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. 

“I-” your voice breaks. 

His eyes are burning through yours right now- pleading and hot and his own warm breath is a bit ragged and forced. 

Fuck. 

How were you supposed to say no to him? To this? 

His skin is soft as it stretches over his taut muscle with each breath he took, his nostrils flared and his jaw clenched- every muscle on his beautiful face pulled tight with restraint. 

You can tell he’s not used to holding back. 

He’s staring at you like you’re his lifeline right now and you’re far too lost in the moment to care about your stupid hatred for him or to care about the fact that he’s fire itself and you’re getting too dangerously close. 

Your chest heaves with crushing tension and his lips are so fucking close to yours, they’re practically brushing against them. 

You’re practically burning for him...and yet-

“I-” you pause, feeling physically pained. “I can’t.” 

You intend fully on running away from him, but his large hand quickly grips your elbow and yanks you right back to your previous position. 

His gaze is still hungry as it looks down at you, but there is much more fury than any other emotion. 

“Stop trying to run the fuck away from me, dollface. This isn’t something you can escape. You can’t or you won’t?” he pants a little. 

“Both.” 

“It’s your parents holding you back, isn’t it? Pietro? Whoever it is, send them to hell!” he spits. “They don’t fucking matter, you do!” He pauses. “For once, do something for you and not to please others, goddamit!” 

You’re shocked at the sheer conviction behind his words, the genuine fury in his eyes. It chokes you up a little, that he cared so much for your freedom. 

You want to tell him it’s not just them, that you’re scared...of him. Of what he made you feel and how he could use that against you. 

“There are rules Steve!” You spit back. “Regulations and rules I can’t just ignore. If I just go and do whatever I please it’d be-” you exhaled deeply. “I just- I can’t and I won’t.” 

“Oh yeah?” he asks, licking his lips as his eyes remain glued to your own. “You sure about that?”

Your lips part with the temptation of kissing those damn lips again, but you force yourself to shut it down. 

There was only one way starting something with a man like Steve could end and you knew you wouldn’t like it. Not one bit.

He slithers his fingers into your hair, thumbs gripping your jaw. 

“Yeah.” 

His gaze flips to yours one last time and you don’t think you’ll ever forget the look in his eye before he growls; “Well, thankfully doll I’ve never been one to care much for fucking rules anyway.” 

And then, without warning, he kisses you. 

And it’s what you had imagined and so much more. 

His mouth is soft and warm against your own, it moves hungrily yet expertly- as if despite his deep desire for you, he’d had enough experience to know where to and where not add pressure. 

And you instantly fucking melt beneath him. You can’t help the ragged moan that escapes you as he sucks on your bottom lip, a moan he swallows as he deepens the kiss, warm tongue entering your welcoming mouth with earth-shattering desperation. 

He tangles it up with yours and his hands travel down to your hips, big warm fingers digging into the exposed skin fervently. You’re practically shaking with some overwhelmingly powerful emotion you can’t get a grip of no matter how hard you tried. 

You gasp against his lips as he picks you up like you weigh nothing and you’re forced to wrap your legs around his waist. He breaks the kiss momentarily to press you against the garage wall again. 

“Fuck,” he curses breathily before attacking your mouth with his again. His hot hands dig beneath your shirt, fingers gripping your quivering stomach and quickly moving upwards, approaching your breasts. 

You frown, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and extremely guilty. 

“W-wait,” you pant, pushing his hands down. 

He instantly obeys, removing his hands from you. 

“What? What’s wrong baby?” 

Baby?

You feel your frown deepen and once your little bubble has been burst, you realize where you’re at and what you’re doing.

Steve has you pressed against a wall, probably as he had done dozens of other good girls like you. If your family saw you like this...

Gasping with horror once you’ve realized your horrible mistake, you push Steve back and uncross your legs from behind him, falling on your ass with a singular brisk jerk. 

“Shit,” you curse, quickly stumbling to your feet and dusting sand from it. “Shit.” 

“Doll-”

You wave a furious hand at a very confused Steve. “Don’t. Don’t say anything,” you sob, nearly on the brink of tears. 

“Forget this ever happened, okay?” 

His frown deepens and he reaches out for you. “Y/n-” 

“No!” You snap, evading his touch like the plague. “You and I are two very different people. I’m not ruining my future for some- some dirty biker,” you force a disgusted frown on your face, staring him up and down with an indifference you knew deep in your heart you didn’t feel. 

His face flashes with hurt for a split second before returning back to its normal state of icy calculation. 

“So just stay away from me, okay!?” 

He purses his lips but says nothing as you spin on your heels and sprint away. As soon as your back is to him, the tears fall. You press a hand against your mouth to muffle the sobs and get farther and farther from his reach. 

A part of you is hoping he’ll run after you, but you know he won’t and your heart aches so deep you might think you’re going to fall apart. 

Once inside the house, you tiptoe your way back to bed, collapsing on it in a heap of sobs and tears, your body wracked with them. 

Shit. 

Your life was really falling apart, huh?

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They kissed!!! AHHHHH

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[georgiapeach30513]

hi Jen!!! I’m not sure what day is assigned to Steve & Marta, but after you wrote about Steve talking about them, we kinda wanna see what they’re like behind closed doors 😏🤭 who knew that Steve has a wild side to him 😏

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Steve doesn't have a specific day, so we're going to put him wherever. You liked that little conversation between Ransom and Steve, huh? It was almost like they were the only two in the room, just talking about their wives. So this is gonna take place AFTER Steve gets back from that trip. At this point, they only have a wee little Sammy.

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Can’t Keep Secrets

Summary:  Steve is now sexually frustrated

Pairings:  Steve X Marta

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, teasing, degradation, fingering, biting, teasing, ripping, cream pie, prospects of a future sexcapade, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.1K

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Marta sits with her legs propped up on the coffee table.  A drunken boys weekend, gave her more questions than anything.  She and you had giggled and laughed at the voicemail, and even had given a long drawn out ‘awwwww’ when the picture from Bucky had came through.  You were happy that Ransom had a friend, even if the two of them seemed to be getting into more trouble as of late.  Unable to keep his horny mind from infiltrating the sweet Steve’s.

She takes a quick look at the clock, figuring that Steve is about to arrive home, and she’s ready.  James and baby Sammy were with their Nana, she had told Marta that she missed her boys so much and needed to see them, so this gave Marta the perfect opportunity to tease the hell out of her husband.

When that door handle turns down, she’s ready for him.  Steve is a relatively simple man.  Didn’t require the fancy lingerie, even though he wasn’t opposed to it.  There was something about seeing Marta in one of his Pats shirts, or the way he found her this evening, panties and a thin little tank top.  Steve takes a deep swallow when he works through the door.  His cock already twitching at his pretty little wife sitting there with her hard nipples, and spread legs.  

“So, Papi,” Marta starts, her hands already teasing her chest.  “I got an interesting phone call this weekend.”

“I was drunk.”

“Oh,” Marta straightens herself back, and starts to head to the bedroom.  Steve looks around the living room confused before following her.

“What just happened?” he asks with a slight smile.  “You’re not turned off by the idea?” Marta gives him a smirk, and continues to put away some clothes.  “That wasn’t an answer.  Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Make me,” Steve is across the room in seconds.  Seizing her body, and putting them both on the floor.  His knees go in between her legs, and he uses his thighs to spread her open.  Giving a quick rip to that tank top, and using his nose to push it off her tits.  Taking each little nub into his mouth.  Sucking on her nipples and letting them fall out of his mouth with a pop.  “Ay, Papi.”

“Tell me.”

“Is that the best you can do?  Work for it Steven.”

He gives her a growl, and shoves his hands down into her panties.  His fingers become coated in her slick with very little effort, “Aw, bonita, you’re making such a mess on my fingers, what’s got you so wet?”

Marta’s big green eyes shine up at Steve while he works her bundle of nerves.  Draping her arms around his neck, she rocks her body under him.  “Look at you being so needy.  Did you miss me that much?  Or you wanna watch Kitten fuck Ransom?” shoving three fingers in her drenched cunt, he lets her movements fuck his fingers.  With every question, her walls flutter around his fingers.  “You wanting to just kiss Kitten?  Or are you needing a little taste?  Gonna squeeze on her big tits?  You gonna let her suck on those pretty nipples of yours.”

“Papi,” Marta pants under him.

“You’re giving yourself away my beautiful wife.  This sloppy cunt is holding me like a fucking vice grip.  Let go baby.  Give it to me.  Tell me you don’t want to see her tits bouncing as she fucks Ransom.  Rubbing your pussies on each other while you suck our cocks.  Let me fuck you from behind while he’s got her laid on the bed under you, sucking on these perfect tits of yours,” Marta moans out in her orgasm, Steve removes his soaked fingers to rip off her panties.  

“That’s what I thought you filthy little slut,” getting to his knees he begins jerking off his clothes, freeing his red and angry cock, and Marta let’s out another mewl when it bounces free.  Licking her lips and squirming underneath him.  “Oh calm down,” he scolds her, making her arch her back, spreading her legs even more.  Wrapping them around him, and pulling him down to her. 

“Fuck me, Papi.”

“Yeah, yeah.  I hear ya,” Steve gives her jaw a little nip, before placing his cock at her entrance.  Giving a deep thrust into her velvety walls.  “Got you so worked up baby,” desperately she stares up at him with those pouting eyes.  “I know sweet girl.  I know you like it slow first.  Then I’m going to fuck you to sleep, okay?” giving him a quick nod, he picks up his pace.  

Rolling his hips to meet hers.  Her body so full of him, and he can’t help but give her a loving kiss.  Tasting her sweet little whimpers that drive him mad.  Everything about the sounds that his wife makes just make him harder.  Her body completely pliant and moldable to him.  “You and Kitten talk about it?”

“Uh huh,” Marta bites at her lip, trying to feign innocence looking up at him.

“Have you kissed her already?” she answers only with a smile, “You fucking tease!  You get a picture of it?”

“Yeah.”

“You ever gonna show me?” his pace picks up, slamming his pelvis into hers.  Skin slapping against skin as he continues his questions.  “How’d it start?  She just lean over to kiss you?” she shakes her head no, “How woman?”

“Body shots.”

“Fuck!” Steve growls onto her neck.  Rutting into her with an intense need to cum.  To feel her gush over him, and the vision of you and her licking and kissing on each other, having pictures to prove it, and no one thought to show him or Ransom.  The two of you and the rest of the women, leaving him completely in the dark, and now he needed it.

Steve needed to see the two of you working on each other.  Teasing the other one in front of them, while they slowly drank a glass of bourbon.  Maybe Marta could show off some pretty little lingerie like you did for Ransom.  Sending him the random pictures of you in a sensual pose.  He caught on to Marta’s need to do that.  

Steve watches as Marta’s head lolls to the side, “There you go,” changing his speed once again.  A driving force pushing into her, now in search of his own release.  Teeth clenching tight as he thinks about the two of you exploring each other’s body while him and Ransom pound into the both of you.  “Right....there...ahhhhh!” he screams stuttering his hips, as your cunt grips tightly and milks his cock dry.  “Fuck!” 

Steve pulls out and lifts her body to the bed, coming back with a warm cloth to clean her up.  “You can’t keep secrets like that from me Marta.”

“It was worth it, Stevie.”

"Let me know after our dual sex night,” she looks up at Steve with wide eyes, “Oh, it will happen.  It will take little to no trouble to convince him.  And you dirty little whores are going to put your money where your mouth is.  Now show me this damn picture.”

She reaches over to the bedside table to grab her phone giggling, “It’s a video.”

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