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Don’t Speak but Listen (S.R, B.B. smut)

Well, I did another fic challenge, this time for the lovely @angryschnauzer! My guidelines for my fic was Walking Dead AU with our favorite super soldiers, STUCKY!!!

Reader was awfully fond of the changes of season, one in particular: summer into fall. But when she and Bucky goes on a run and she winds up in a sex shop, the two soldiers have a brilliant idea on how to punish her.

Warnings: use of blindfolds and handcuffs, smut, sex(mxf), fucking one’s self(the m word creeps me out), slight domxsub scene, mmf, oral sex, fingering, mentions of a sex tot( not really) and my favorite warning: cursing!!!

Word Count: 2237 😅(the end is kind of rushed I’m so sorry this is a lot of garbage)

Ever since the Apocalypse started back three years ago, I knew that I needed to savor the little things that I loved in my previous life. One of the biggest things that I had loved was when the leaves changed from green to beautiful shades of red, orange, and yellow into fall. New York was notorious for its change from summer to fall and it was my favorite time of the year. So of course, my best friends, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes knew that they had to savor the moment of the seasons changing.

“Y/N, you seeing this?” Bucky asked, nudging me awake. I rubbed at my head, groaning when I realized that my headache from the night before still wasn’t gone, and asked,”Please tell me that we don’t have walkers standing outside of that door.”

Steve grinned down at me then answered,”Nope. C’mere and check it out.” He helped me to my feet and I peeked out the window, anxious at the sight that might greet me, then let out a sigh of relief. The leaves were finally brushing the grass and was creating small piles all over the yard. I gave my friends a small grin then asked,”You guys wanna go play in the leaves with me?”

The two exchanged smiles and we darted outside, making sure to take weapons in case we would run into a walker.

I stared down at the small piles and shuffled my feet through the leaves, enjoying the crunch underneath my boots. It was a soothing sound and when I turned to look at my best friends, I got a face full of leaves. I gaped at a grinning Steve then he threw more with a chuckle, racing around the trio of oak trees in our front yard as I started to chase him.

“You’re such a child!” I cried out, trying to stuff his shirt with the offending objects. In return, Bucky began helping his best friend defend himself against my pitiful leaf tossing.

We continued to throw the fallen objects at one another but just as I figured, our laughter drew some unwanted attention, causing us to retreat into the cabin once again after killing the stray walkers that wondered in on our fun.

“Hey, I’m sorry that you didn’t get to play in the leaves more.” Bucky apologized, grasping my hand before kissing my palm. I smiled up at him then replied,”Eh, it’s okay. I’m glad that I got to play in the leaves, even if it was for a short period of time.”

“Maybe after you and Buck get back from your run today, we can go back out.” Steve suggested, settling on our little couch that we found just a few weeks ago. I hummed in agreement then nodded, motioning for Bucky to lead the way to the car, knowing that the sooner that we left for in town, the better we would be off.

“Be careful and don’t do anything stupid please!” Steve called out after us, waving us away toward town.

-

To say that the run didn’t go as planned was the understatement of the year. Bucky gave me specific instructions to stay by his side but that was before I found out our big problem.

Someone’s group was skimming all of the supplies that my friends and I had gathered over the last few weeks and I wasn’t sure what to do, so I lured the four people into a shop one by one to take them out. But what I didn’t realize was what kind of shop I had entered.

It was a sex shop in case you were wondering. And that’s where Bucky found me, his two backpacks filled to the brim and mine was empty. His eyebrows furrowed together at the sight then demanded,”What the hell were you thinking, I told you to stay behind me!”

I started to explain my reasoning but he rolled his blue eyes and bit out,”Just get in the fucking truck, Y/N. I want to get back home.”

The car ride back to the cabin was bitterly quiet and I glanced up at him, beginning to make my case, only for him to shut me down once again.

And when we got back home, I realized that my case wasn’t going anywhere, especially when Bucky brought Steve into things.

“I honestly don’t know why you won’t let me explain! Plus, I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself perfectly. I don’t need to follow you around like a little duckling. You don’t need to be so pissed off!” I snapped, shoving open the front door, hoping that it would slam in his face. But unfortunately that didn’t work out.

“You didn’t fucking listen to me out there, that’s why I’m pissed!” Bucky shouted, following me into the house, where Steve was relaxing on the couch, a look of confusion crossing his face briefly, before he asked,”What happened?”

“Little Princess over here decided that she was going to fucking risk her life over a fucking vibrator!” Bucky snapped, blue eyes glowering with his rage.

“Jesus Christ, it wasn’t like that!” I shouted, chest heaving with annoyance. He barked out a bitter laugh and looked over me before demanding, ”Really? Then would you mind explaining to me why the hell I found you in a fucking sex shop?” I opened my mouth to reply when I watched Steve come to a stand, my words failing to come out.

The blond tangled his fingers through my hair and yanked back, forcing me to meet his stunning eyes.

“You were in a sex shop?”he hissed out, his nose brushing my own as he leaned closer. I started to reply but he crushed his lips to mine, cutting off my statement. I whimpered into his mouth and he pulled away, turning to Bucky, saying,”You found her in there, you deal with her in your way.”

“Excellent.” Bucky purred, stepping forward. He lifted me over his shoulder and slapped my ass, my body jolting forward. He tossed me onto the bed and snatched the handcuffs that we kept in case we run into some unfriendly people along the way, then snapped them onto my wrists, cuffing me to the bed.

“Bucky, what the hell are you doing?” I shouted, struggling in my restraints as he shifted through our makeshift closet, obviously looking for something.

“You shut your pretty mouth or I’ll bend you over my knee and spank your ass bruised.”he threatened, finally finding whatever he was looking for. Steve entered the bedroom then stroked his beard, index finger running over his bottom lip.

“Steve, please!” I pleaded, giving him a pout but he only shrugged in return. I turned back to Bucky and froze at the sight that greeted me. He was now shirtless, the scars from his life part of his flawless physique, and I watched as his metal arm flexed as he twisted the tie that he had in between his hands.

“I’m going to blindfold you and give you what you’ve wanted since we met. But first, you’re gonna need a little bit of punishment, doll.” He tied the blindfold over my eyes and I gave a small sigh, knowing that nothing good could come from Bucky’s punishments. A small grunt escaped one of the men and I whimpered, the realization of what his form of a punishment was.

“He’s got such a pretty cock, Princess. It’s a damn shame that you can’t see him stroking himself.” Steve murmured in my ear, giving me a kiss on my cheek.

“No.” I gasped out. He hummed in assurement then replied,”Yes ma’am, he’s got his fist all around his dick. Do you want to see?”

“Yes, please! Let me see, please,please, let me see you, let me watch please!” I begged, legs falling open in invitation. Bucky hummed and leaned forward, taking my earlobe between his teeth before he tugged, releasing it slowly, then he gave me an answer,”No.”

I gave a frustrated cry, hips rising to find something to soothe the ache, when I felt fingers slide in between the folds of my pussy, a small gasp escaping me.

“Filthy little whore. You’re soaking wet.” Steve hissed and Bucky lifted my blindfold finally, revealing the sight that I had been desperate to watch.

Steve was settled between my thighs, perched up with one elbow, and I turned my head slightly, locking my gaze to where Bucky was getting himself off.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart, you want my cock?”he asked, his tone smug. I nodded eagerly then my head slammed back as Steve sucked my clit into his mouth, giving a small nip as he laved it over with his tongue.

“Let Stevie make you come with that sweet mouth of his and I’ll fuck you senselessly, alright?”he offered, kissing the corner of my mouth. I lifted my head to catch his kiss, only for Steve to wrap his hand around my throat, slamming me back.

“Don’t move, whore. I mean it.”he snarled, shoving three fingers into me. I gave a small shriek then Bucky covered the sound, pushing two of his own fingers into my mouth.

“Shh, sweetheart, you can’t be doing that. You remember what kinda shit we’ll deal with if you make too much noise.” Bucky murmured, pulling his hand away from his dick and his fingers from my mouth.

“I’m sorry.” I whimpered, blinking tears away. Steve’s blue eyes peered up at my expression then he pulled away from my cunt, his fingers never stopping their speed, as he replied,”It’s okay, doll, don’t cry. We know you want to come, but you can’t be too loud, okay?”

I nodded in agreement then he grinned, saying, ”What a good girl, trying to make things right with us. What do you say, Buck, think you should finally fuck her?”

“Fuck yeah.”the brunet breathed, eyes glued to where Steve rubbed rough circles into my clit, hips twitching with restraint.

“P-please may I come?” I whimpered, fingers tight in the comforter underneath my body. Steve gave a small lick to my core then Bucky stated,”What a polite whore. I guess you can come.”

My head tilted back and he covered my mouth, a cry bubbling up my throat before escaping softly. Steve continued his ministrations, sucking and licking in all the right places to draw out my orgasm as long as possible. Finally the blond pulled away and I slumped against the bed, panting. Bucky finally uncuffed my wrists then kissed the marked skin before he asked,”Are you ready to take my dick, baby doll?”

I gave a small nod then he smiled, pulling me to him, and gripped the base of his cock, brushing the head against my slit.

My fingers tightened around his biceps as he slowly pushed into me, my walls grasping greedily for more. I thrashed my head back and forth, eager for him to begin moving, then I begged, ”Please fuck me, Buck, please, please, I’ll be good, I’ll listen, please fuck me!”

He gave a grin then finally, began fucking me like I wanted him to. The sound of skin slapping skin and small groans filled the room and I locked eyes with Steve, who reached up then rubbed at my clit, my hips jerking at the new sensation.

“You’re so desperate to come on his cock, sweetheart, but you have to ask nice or we won’t let you come again.”the blond instructed, giving me a pointed look. I turned to glance at Bucky who then picked up his speed, slamming into me, before he ordered,”Come on, baby doll, you can do it. Ask me to make you come again.”

Suddenly, my mouth began running and I couldn’t bring myself to shut the hell up.

“Please let me come, don’t stop fucking me, please, I can take it, don’t stop! Make me come, let me come, I’ll come on your cock so good, Buck, please! I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you!” I cried, my body rocking with the force of his thrusts. The brunet gave a mean grin and finally, started rubbing fast circles on my clit, never slowing his pace once.

“Oh God, I’m going to come, ‘m gonna come, please let me come!” I pleaded, hips arching to meet his. Steve gave a nod then finally agreed,”Let her come.”

After my orgasm hit, the rest was a bit of a blur. I remember him coming on my stomach then small grunts filled my ears, Steve obviously working himself to an orgasm.

When the sun brushed my face the next morning, my eyes fluttered open and I made my way downstairs to where Bucky and Steve sat on the couch, guns cocked and aimed at a trio of men: one Asian and the other two white. I gave a hesitant look then pulled my own gun as I asked, “Boys? Who’s your new buds?”

“Rick, Daryl, and Glenn. They’ve been watching us a while and they have a proposition for us.” Bucky informed me, his voice tense with uncertainty.

“And that is what exactly?” I asked in return, curling my hand around Steve’s neck for comfort, my gun still aimed at the three.

“We’d like for ya to join our group.”

[cake-writes]

Really? Did you say StuckyxReader requests?? Sounds to me like Christmas has come early! How about a reader who's been nervous to sleep with them and finally admits never having had an orgasm with a guy before and Steve and Bucky are so outraged they promise her that when they're done with her she'll be so blissed out she can't even remember her own name

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: smut (oral, fingering, squirting), aftercare, 18+

It wasn’t that you were inexperienced, because you weren’t. You knew how to please a man in bed, having done it plenty of times in the past. You definitely weren’t a virgin, either. No, you had enough experience. 

The problem was that no man had ever brought you to orgasm before.

It made you feel self-conscious, like something was wrong with you – like your anatomy wasn’t exactly fit for the job. To get yourself off, sure, that was easy; but with another person, nothing ever worked no matter what they tried.

So you learned how to fake it, and you were good at it, too.

You’d been with Steve and Bucky for about four months, now, and you couldn’t keep putting off the inevitable. Even though you knew they’d never pressure you, you were well-aware that they had needs – and you figured that they’d only be able to handle so many makeouts and heavy petting sessions. Not to mention they always ended the same unfortunate way: with you stammering out a hasty excuse before you somehow escaped with your undergarments intact.

You had two gorgeous men who wanted to please you, but you’d never felt more anxious or embarrassed in your life. You’d always been honest with your boys, and as tempted as you were to lie, to fake it like you’d done a thousand times before, you didn’t want to. Not with them.

Especially now, because you’d run out of excuses and your throat was dry.  

“I’ve never been able to, um,” you started, but the words just wouldn’t come.

Not unlike you in a way.

From his place behind you, Steve peppered kisses down the side of your neck. “Never been able to what, doll?”

Bucky’s eyes were on yours as he slowly slid your panties down your legs, his lips following closely behind. The stubble on his face was a pleasant burn against your hypersensitive skin; coupled with the feeling of being pampered so sweetly, it sent a shiver through you.  

“I’ve never been able to… you know,” you attempted to clarify, heat rising to your cheeks from the embarrassment, and the fact that you were naked in front of them – another first. “With another person, I mean. It works if I do it myself, but—”

“No one’s made you come?” Bucky’s question was point-blank and brutal, and he almost sounded like he’d taken offense.

You buried your face in your hands in shame, mumbling, “God, I knew something was wrong with me.”

“No, sweetheart.” Steve slowly pulled your arms away to look at you, the clear blue of his eyes showing you exactly how honest and genuine he was. “There’s nothing wrong with you. It’s not your fault.”

“Damn right, it’s not,” Bucky confirmed, pressing a kiss to the tender skin of your inner thigh. He was so close to where you wanted to be touched, yet so far away. “You’re perfect. This,” he kissed a little closer, and you squirmed at the feeling of his hot breath fanning over your wet heat, “is perfect. Can’t believe no one’s ever treated you right.”

Your exes had gone down on you before, but it never did the trick, and as much as you trusted Bucky you couldn’t help but be doubtful – until he licked a long stripe through your folds, and you bit your lip. The way he proceeded to devour you was like nothing you’d ever experienced, like a man starved, and he worked his tongue in ways you’d never imagined, slow and deliberate on your clit. He knew what he was doing, that was clear – so much that your hips bucked up involuntarily.

“Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart,” he murmured against you, the vibrations making the breath hitch in your throat. “I promise.”

“We promise,” Steve corrected, sliding his large, callused hands up your sides to cup your breasts. He palmed them gently, but it wasn’t enough. Why wasn’t it enough? Your body was burning hot, full of desire, and you brought your hands atop his to get him to be a little more handsy with you – and you learned, then, Steve Rogers took orders just fine.

When Bucky delved in again, Steve’s lips were hot on yours. There was no more sweetness in any of it – teeth and tongues, hurried, desperate, as Bucky slid two fingers inside of you and curled them upwards, far more roughly than you might have expected. The sudden action wrenched a strangled moan from you only to be muffled by Steve’s kiss.

Oh.

You’d never felt that before.

Your fingers embedded themselves in Bucky’s hair at some point – you weren’t sure when, just like you weren’t sure when you started to grind your drenched pussy against his mouth. You just couldn’t keep still. Not that you noticed.

Steve broke away to kiss a trail to your ear, where he whispered, “How’s that feel, baby?”

“So—So good,” you gasped. If you were in your right mind, you’d have been embarrassed by the sloppy sounds coming from your core, but you weren’t; all you could focus on was the building pleasure. It increased further when Bucky wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, keeping his fingers hard on your g-spot as he fucked you with them – harder than before, almost too rough, but he knew you could handle it.

“Oh god, Bucky, please,” you babbled mindlessly, tightening your grip in his hair as your body writhed beneath him – them. You couldn’t even think anymore.

Steve pinched your nipples a little harder as he sucked on your earlobe, whispering all sorts of dirty praises into your ear that only brought you higher, things like, “You like that?” and “Good girl,” and “Fuck, you’re so good for us, aren’t you?”

You tried to respond – really, you did – but the words just wouldn’t come because it was all too much. Whimpers and moans escaped your throat on an endless loop. This time, Steve didn’t muffle them; instead he held you firmly in place with a, “That’s it, there you go,” as you shattered in his arms with a sharp, unintelligible cry and a distinctly wet gush.

Your mind was hazy, and it only vaguely registered that your whole body had gone tense from orgasm – and the moment you realized it, you felt entirely too relaxed, practically melting back against Steve’s broad chest. Your breathing came out in harsh pants as you cracked open your eyes to peer down at Bucky, who looked beyond smug in between your legs.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Bucky breathed against your slick, hypersensitive heat, pressing another kiss to the inside of your thigh. “They had no idea what they were missing.”

It took you a moment to gather that he was talking about the men in your past. Bucky wasn’t wrong – especially considering his chin was shiny with you, you realized, when you felt the wet spot on the sheets under your ass.

What?

Bucky crawled up your body to kiss you on the mouth, lazily, but you didn’t mind the sweet tang of yourself. Not when you were so blissed out and boneless.

You’d never even been able to make yourself squirt, but he had. 

Bucky had.

And now it was Steve’s turn. That thought in particular made your walls clench down around nothing. His cock was hard and prodding into your lower back – never mind Bucky’s from where he was kneeling in front of you, but you were exhausted and you’d barely even done anything yet.

Your worried thoughts must have shown on your face, because Bucky teased, “Don’t worry, doll. We’ll let you catch your breath.”

“We’ve got all night,” Steve reassured you, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek. “It’s okay if you get tired. Just tell us.”

A quick glance at the bedside clock indicated that it was only a little after nine o’clock, and your heart pounded harshly within the confines of your chest.

All night indeed.

[fanfic-scribbles]

More Than the Sum of Our Parts

Fandom: Avengers (MCU)

Summary: You trust Steve with your life, but not your body. Maybe it’s time for that to change.

Quick facts: Romance – Steve Rogers/Reader – Female [Overweight] Reader

Warnings: Body issues/self-confidence issues. There is nakedness but this is way more about body issues than sexing.

Words: 1969

A/N: (Skip after the several empty line breaks if you just want the story; this is a way-too-long author’s note.) This is a week where the things I want to turn out don’t come out as I expect? Still, I started this account with the idea that imperfect is better than nothing and I get upset when other authors call their stuff ‘trash’ when I end up really loving it. So! Not trash, but not what I expected. Basically, I wanted a ‘you’re not perfect or gorgeous and that’s still okay’ fic. I wanted to write a fic where Reader doesn’t get called ‘beautiful’ because of reasons (I have many issues and this AN is too long as it is). I may have missed the mark a little bit because along the way I also got an idea for a StuckyxReader fic (that I still want to do eventually) where everybody gets to have body issues because I imagine Steve and Bucky both have different kinds of body dysmorphia (because duh, that is entirely reasonable) and I got a little sidetracked. As an aside, for a reference maybe not everyone will get: Carole Lombard was a beautiful lady of 1930s cinema who was married to Clark Gable (and died in a tragic plane crash in the 40s while selling war bonds; v. sad). (Also, I gotta admit I waffled between Jean Harlow and Carole Lombard because they’re both gorgeous but Lombard inched out. Myrna Loy was also a top contender ‘cause hot damn.) Anyways. Done rambling. Please enjoy (or not; that is your prerogative).

    You walk into your little studio apartment and drop your keys and bag on the table next to the door. The day hadn’t been especially hard but it was long enough that it’s dark out now, and all you want is to relax.

Or, you realize with a growing smile as you see your boyfriend lying on the bed, something else. Steve glances over and smiles at you, setting aside his book and sitting up in a succession of smooth movements. He has issues with his body, sometimes, but he really knows how to use it. “Hey sweetheart,” he says and stays as you walk over to him. You eye his lap but sit next to him, and he pulls you in closer with an arm around your back. “Long day?”

“Kind of,” you admit. You could easily lean in and fall asleep like this, so you turn your head and pull him in for a kiss. Your boyfriend is an incredibly good kisser. It took a little practice to get him there, but now Steve maneuvers around your mouth as easily as he moves about a battlefield. The blunt force of his lips and tongue can leave you breathless, but when he skirts the edges, nipping up and down your neck…

He pulls back, breathing a little heavier. “We should, uh, eat dinner first. You’re probably starving.”

“Nah,” you say and pull your nails down his back, outside his thin, tight shirt. “I could work up an appetite.” You grin and lean up to nibble up his neck. “But you do look good enough to eat…”

He huffs a laugh and lies down, bringing you with him. You’re careful not to bring all your weight with you, though, because Steve is strong enough to lift a car and you don’t ever want to hear how you’re ‘heavier than you look’ even in jest.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

You go to turn off the lamp next to the bed but Steve says, “Wait,” and grabs your hand before it reaches the switch. “Can we do something a little different?”

Talk about intriguing. Sex with Steve never stops being amazing whether it’s fueled by fevered need or gentle desire, and maybe that’s why neither of you have switched it up yet. But oh the possibilities. “What do you have in mind?”

He smiles in the way he knows makes you weak in the knees, the scheming bastard, and he pulls you up and over to straddle him. He runs his hands over your thighs, up your hips, and slips his hands just under the bottom of your shirt. “Let’s leave the light on.”

You blink, feeling a creeping edge of dread that you can’t seem to put into words. “That…I don’t…that doesn’t sound like a good idea.”

Steve, of course, looks shrewd. Scheming bastard indeed. “Why not?”

“It’s because…I’m not…well…” You gesture helplessly at your body.

“We’ve been having sex for a while now. I’ve felt almost every part of you.”

He drags his short nails down your sides and you shudder. “It’s different,” you protest, even as he rubs his hands over your skin. “It’s even different just normally because yeah you see me but you see me in clothes. You see me how I want to be seen.” Mostly.

“What do you think is so wrong that I wouldn’t want to see you?” he asks.

You roll your eyes. “I’m fat.”

“That’s it?”

You shoot him a dirty look. “I have been self-conscious of my body since I was a child Steve; don’t act like that’s nothing.”

His expression softens. “You know I understand that,” he says and reaches up to touch your face. You lean into it. “I never felt completely small like I was and even now I don’t feel like this is my body, sometimes. But you help me when I feel out of place in my skin. Maybe I can help you.”

You take his hand and kiss it, and let out a little sigh. “Except sometimes I don’t want to be in my own skin,” you admit. “Sometimes I want to be someone else. To know what it’s like to not be heavy. To…do things smaller girls can do.”

He frowns, like he’s figuring something out. “Is that– wait, is that why you won’t lie on top of me? Why you won't sit on my lap even when you look like you’re about to?”

You flinch away. “You notice that?”

“Sweetheart, it’s hard not to,” he says gently. “You, uh, do know I occasionally lift vehicles for my day job, right?”

You giggle at the thought of Steve randomly lifting a car at a 9-to-5. “Yeah but…”

In one swift motion he stands with you in his arms, making you shriek and cling to him. When your heart slows back down he’s standing, holding you as you have your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms behind his neck. You study him, seeking any kind of strain, any increase of breath, but he holds your gaze.

Finally, you breathe. “I swear if you make one Goddamn joke about how I really am heavier than I look…”

“How about lighter than you look?” he asks, his smirk small and his eyes bright with amusement.

You think about that. “Still not helpful,” you admit.

“Fair enough,” he says. But he moves his face closer to yours. “Are you okay?”

“Are you okay?” Because you don’t know how to answer that.

“Better than okay.” He licks his lips. “I actually really like this.”

“Hm.” You’re not sure you do, but you don’t want to count it out quite yet.

Steve brings you both to the bed and sits down again. This time though he makes sure you sit in his lap, no hovering allowed. “Tell me this– if I was still sickly, scrawny Steve, would you still love me?”

“Yes,” you say without hesitation. You’ve had your own ‘am I shallow’ freak-out long before now but landed pretty firmly on the decision that, if Steve has always had the good heart he does now, you’d still have loved him.

“Then why do you think I can’t love you as you are?”

“I don–…” You sigh. “I don’t know. I guess it’s not fair, it’s just…in my head, you know?”

He lets out a slight “hm.” Then he smiles again. “A lifetime of body issues doesn’t just go away.”

He’s quoting you, the brat. “Sounds like a smart person told you that.”

“Oh, the smartest.” He starts kissing you again. Not your lips though; seemingly everywhere but. He starts telling you about yourself– the things he loves. Your sense of humor, bits of personality you don’t show anyone but him. The little jokes you share that can make him laugh just thinking of. Your chest swells with the almost uncomfortable amount of praise

“And I love the way she touches me,” he says, settling to look in your eyes. “I love how she knows just where to touch to drive me crazy. I love how she pulls my face when she wants a kiss. I love how she pulls my arm when she gets excited and just knows I’ll come along.” He strokes your face. “And I love the way she lets me touch her. I love that she lets me touch the places no one else does, how she lets me close when she’s so vulnerable, how she trusts me with almost anything.”

He doesn’t put any extra emphasis on it, and if you know Steve then you know he didn’t even mean to, but that ‘almost’ is like a brick in your head. It’s true. Of all the things you’ve trusted him with– your home, your safety, your body– you haven’t trusted him with all of you. The first time you had sex was sort of an accident, a moment of passion, and you made sure you were wearing something before he woke up the next morning. He was none the wiser then, still punch-drunk on endorphins and love confessions, and so you kept it up.  You’ve trusted him to have you, but you haven’t yet trusted him to look at you and not run away.

You stare at him for several, long, quiet seconds.

You stand up and move back. He starts to say your name but stops when you pull off your shirt. It’s now or never, you think, and though that’s not quite true, you’re going with it. It’s the unsexiest strip tease ever, especially when you’re down to your undergarments, but even though your hands shake on your bra clasp, you need to see this through. So you do, until you’re standing in front of him, utterly exposed, and letting him take in the sight you have so far denied him.

He looks you up and down, poker face in full effect. You hold your arms out, do a full turn, and shrug. “It’s…me.”

He’s still staring when he smiles slowly and crooks a finger for you to ‘come hither’. You do, taking back the position you just left. He suddenly inhales deeply and you feel a definite rise in his pants that makes you gasp in surprise. He chuckles and nuzzles your neck. “Yeah. Still plenty for me to like, sweetheart. Especially knowing you’re my girl and I’m the only one that gets to see you like this?” He starts kissing your neck, trading between teeth, tongue, and lips. “So what if you’re not perfect? You don’t have to look like Carole Lombard to be worth something.”

You let out a breathless laugh and when he pulls back to look at you, you look right back at him. “Eh,” you say with a little shrug. “You’re no Clark Gable.”

He grins. “Nope,” he says and turns so that you’re lying back on the bed. “I’m Steve. And you’re (y/n). And I love you as you are– even the parts I don’t always like.”

“Oh really?” you ask as he moves down and starts kissing up your stomach.

“Yeah. Your stubbornness…”

“Your stubbornness,” you grumble.

“…the way you close up sometimes when I wanna talk it out…

“How self-righteous you can be.”

“…how defensive you can get…”

You snort as you try to clamp down a laugh at that, but he rests his head on your chest and smiles up at you. It takes your breath away– not because his head is especially heavy, but because it feels so comfortable, even despite it being an unflattering angle. You run your fingers through his hair. “Mm…I see your point. There’s always good and bad.”

“Exactly.” He kisses your lips. “I don’t have to love everything to love you.”

He sits up and takes his shirt off. It is quite a nice sight to behold– mostly because you’re looking at his chest and thinking about dragging your fingers down it roughly in the way that always makes him shudder. You’re thinking about how you can’t wait to nibble on his ear and pull his hair, because he always lets out the sweetest moans then.

He gets naked and looms over you, beautiful and imperfect in ways only he can tell you about. Only the ways you can notice. And now that he’s staring at you, you quash as much of your insecurities as you can and ask, “What are you seeing?”

“My dream girl.” He gets on the bed and hovers over you with that impossible arm strength. “Every part of her.” He lowers himself and kisses you, and you feel him, all of him, skin to glorious skin. Ragged bits and bumps and smoothness and untrimmed hair and all. “What are you seeing?”

“Mm, my dream guy.” You look into his eyes and smile. “The whole of him.”

[scarlettsoldier]

tag game

I was tagged by @softwintersoldier (aka my lovely British baeeeee)

🌺 O N E 🌺 * Name: Jacqueline * Nickname: Jackie, JJPlav, Jayquelin (yes, from that Substitute Teacher video) * Zodiac sign: Sagittarius * Height: 5′3.5" * Orientation: bisexual af * Ethnicity: a lot to be honest- American, but I have a lot of foreign roots (Irish, Polish, English, technically Czechoslovakian, etc) * Favorite fruit: grapes or apples * Favorite season: spring or summer? * Favorite book: (fanfictions) Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire * Favorite flower: lavender * Favorite scent: most flowery scents, freshly baked cookies, the Mountain Lodge Candle (aka the 'boyfriend' candle) * Favorite animal: fox * Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa? Hot chocolate- I don't drink coffee or tea * Average hours of sleep: at least five or six on school nights, and for the most part at least eight hours on weekends. * Cats or dogs? How dare you make me chose? * Favorite fictional character: maybe Beth Greene- Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes are a given * Dream trip: literally everywhere- I want to see it all. I would make my way across the world if I could. * When was your blog created? this used to be a lot of things, i probably created this blog in 2013 * What do you post about? Marvel and my fics * Do you get asks on a regular basis? heck yeah (just kidding haha- almost never) * Aesthetic: adventuring and flowers and nature * Favorite band/artist? Halsey * Fictional character I’d date: lmao so so sooo many (Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Beth Greene) * Hogwarts house: completely and utterly hufflepuff

🌺 T W O 🌺 * Countries I’ve lived in: United States * Favourite fandom: Marvel (and the shit storm of The Walking Dead) * Languages you speak: English, French (not fluent enough) * Favorite film of 2016: Moana, then Zootopia * Last article you read: probably something about travel or college * Shuffle your music library and put your first three songs here:    * Believer- Imagine Dragons    * Goner- 21 Pilots    * Past Lives- Ke$ha * Last thing you bought online: prom dress * How would your friends describe you? kind, artistic, caring * How would your enemies describe you? Too sensitive * Who would you take a bullet for? (literally anyone oops) friends or family

I'm tagging: 

@fangirling-feels (one true Bae)

@universalfanfic (fanfic goddess, the Tumblr mom)

@bethsmaggie (I'm a slut for your fic Running Blind- we both know it. Also, she's amazing)

@emilyevanston (cutie and my main supplier for Stuckyxreader fics, GODBLESS)

@imagine-that-marvel (my main art hoe and snapchat buddy)

@jarnesbrnes (cutie af)

@bucky-plums-barnes (actual goddess)

@bovaria (my fic dealer tbh)

@marvelouskatie (yet another cutie)

Anyone else I forgot!!!