#thundershield x reader

[lokiandbuckysdoll]

enjoy my 4:30 AM nonsense writing. ( this is the first thing I’ve written in over a month)

Exhaustion filled your body as you lay down. The soft pillow against your heated cheek gives you somewhat of a relief, Soon your breathing starts to shorten as sleep takes over. 

Closing your eyes you feel relief as the darkness takes over, no stress, no worries, just pure quietness. The sound of the AC running helps you focus on staying in this one place. 

You feel the bed dip behind you, a warm body then lays next to you. You feel the warmth from their breathing as you fight the urge to wake up. “ Shh, it’s okay go back to sleep doll” you hear the familiar voice speak as an arm wraps around your midsection. 

You feel another presence of warmth from your front, pulling you deeper into your sleep. Another arm wraps around you, “ Sleep well my little dove” another familiar voice speaks as you feel their soft lips place a feather-light kiss on your forehead.

Still fighting the urge to open your eyes, you slowly release a deep breath of air, before falling back into the darkness. Feeling relaxed with the warmth that now envelopes you. 

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[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Thunder shield, that’s it that’s the request. You can do it/ have it anyway you want haha 💗

.⋆｡Just A Warm-Up｡⋆.

Thundershield x plus size reader

Steve wants to play while Thor’s away and you’re just along for the ride

Warnings: this isn’t full on smut but it’s still smut, cockwarming, d/s dynamics, sub!reader, switch!steve (he’s also a bit of a brat), dom!thor, little degradation, implied m/m smut

WC: 889

Minors DNI

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When Steve raised a single dark blond eyebrow at you an hour ago, you knew that your simple afternoon of doing laundry and watching your favourite trashy reality show was going to be thrown out the window in favour of his devious idea.

“You know we’re gonna get in trouble right?” You had told him as his thick fingers pulled at the waistband of your sweatpants after he made himself comfortable on your couch.

He looked up at you with a smirk. “Not if you listen to what I tell you to do.”

So now here you were, on one of your boyfriends’ lap, trying as hard as you could to watch the documentary he had put on but with your mind already going fuzzy around the edges, it was incredibly hard. 

You shifted on his lap but suddenly, Steve’s large hands were on your hips, keeping you completely still. “I told you not to fidget.” He chastised you. A shameful heat crawled up your neck and you could only whine.

“Sorry Captain.” He smiled at you and granted a single kiss to your cheek.

“Good girl. Now, Thor should be home soon and I don’t think he would appreciate that we’re playing without him so stay still.” You nodded and forced your body to relax back into his strong chest, laying your head on his shoulder where the smell of his cologne was most prominent.

Steve readjusted the blanket that was draped over both your legs, pulling it up so it now lay across your waist, completely concealing your lower half. 

And right on time, the front door opened and a booming voice called out- “My loves! I have returned!”

Steve gave you another firm warning in the form of a pinch to your naked thigh before he called back. “We’re in the living room!” 

Thundering footsteps echoed through the house as Thor hurried to get to you. “You would not believe the day that I have had, first Loki tricked me… again! But do not fret, my wound shall heal soon- what are you doing?”

His massive body easily filled the doorframe, his blue eyes squinting at the pair of you. While you were scrambling to find some excuse as to why you were in this situation, Steve threw his arm over the back of the couch, a smirk still painted on his face. 

“We’re just having a cuddle and watching a movie, isn’t that right doll.” You nodded eagerly in response, letting out a sigh of relief as Thor’s eyes brightened once more, seemingly content with his answer.

“Well, then the Spider boy showed me this new trick he learned and I-“ But his words went in one ear and out the other as Steve readjusted below you, forcing his thick cock even deeper inside you and it took all of your willpower not to moan.

He hissed through his teeth as you clamped down on him. Your fingers curled into your palm in some desperate attempt to keep yourself from moving or moaning or even breathing wrong but evidently, it wasn’t enough.

Before you could stop it, a whine escaped your lips, immediately silencing your godly boyfriend and making the man beneath you inhale sharply. The game was up.

The blanket easily slid away from your laps, exposing exactly what was happening to your shared boyfriend. Your soft legs were spread apart by Steve’s thick thighs, keeping you open enough for his cock to be comfortably nestled in your dripping cunt to keep him warm. Already, his blue jeans were stained almost black from your wetness and a ring of creamy white gathered at the base of his cock.

Neither of you moved, the gravity of the situation now making itself apparent as Thor’s expression darkened and his own jeans grew considerably tighter as his cock came to life.

“I will give you both one chance to explain yourselves before I start to think of ways to punish you for playing without my permission.” Steve’s cock throbbed inside of you and you shot him a glare.

“Masochist.” You hissed under your breath but evidently, both men heard you.

Thor’s eyes locked onto you. “How about you start princess- tell me the truth.”

But before you could answer, Steve had decided that he wanted to play even more. “She’s just warming me up so that I could fuck you when you got home. I mean, that is what she’s here for.” You curled into yourself, not because you were hurt by what he said but because you knew what was coming next.

Moving too quick to comprehend, you were suddenly suspended in the air and then tucked into the chest of your god. And with barely any time to wince at the emptiness you now felt, Thor’s fly was open and his own cock prodded at your entrance. 

“Yes you did have a warm-up, but not for you.” You cried out as he sank you down onto him, easily taking him to the hilt even with his massive size considering how Steve had already stretched you enough to take him. “She’s going to get the fucking of a lifetime while you just watch. And then-“

Steve swallowed thickly, his hand now inching towards his own aching length. “Then, I’ll be warmed up enough to take you.” 

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[late-to-the-party-81]

some letters/questions for the fanfic writer ask thing :) A, B, E, I, M, U, W, X, Z

Woah, Chase! 😂 I’ve already done M, but I’m tackling the rest here

A: Of the fanfic you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?

Ooooooo, tough-y. I think my fav x Reader is my An Artist and an Engineer series, and my favourite ship fic is Older, Not Wiser

B:  What was the first fandom you read fic in?  Which was the first you wrote fic for?

First I read in was Xena:Warrior Princess. The first I wrote was for ST:TNG, before I even knew what fanfic was.

E: What character do you identify with most?  Is there a certain fic of yours that captures these qualities particularly well?

Hhmm. I think I identify a bit with all the characters I write- naturally a bit of me is infused in all of them, especially my x reader fics. However any of the Cap Quartet are great to write as they all have depth and complexities to them. Again, I think Older, not Wiser is a good look at an older Steve

I: How many fandoms have you written in?  Do you have a favorite?

Published on AO3 I write for MCU, various CE/SS fandoms and once for RWRB. MCU is my favourite because the sandbox is so large 😁

U: Is there a pairing you would like to write, but haven’t tried yet.

I’d love to write some WinterIron, WinterHawk or ThunderShield

W: What is your favorite pairing to write?  Favorite pairing to read?

Ship wise it’s either Stucky or SamBucky to write, but I read a larger variety.

I’m not fussy with x Reader either reading or writing within my fav fandoms.

X: How would you categorize your fanfic reading?  Are you a voracious reader?  Do you carefully pick and choose?  Something in between?

I don’t read as much as I’d like, but I do have a massive tbr list that I’m trying to work through. Most of it is Stucky or Stucky x Reader, but there is a big mix in there

Z: Is there a story you’ve written that doesn’t seem to get much love?

Absolutely- two of the first fics I wrote were short Gen fics and as such they don’t get a lot. One is Bom-Bom, a silly Deadpool fic and the other is Aurora, an angsty Nat introspective

Thank you, sweetheart!

[steviebunny]

Your legs shook with every step, silently praying in your own mind that it wasn't noticeable you pushed forward. Your co-workers just watched you be put through the wringer and barely manage to defend yourself for a mistake that hadn't even been yours.

The man responsible for the error was currently being chewed out by none other than 'holier than thou" Steven Rogers. You're absolutely sure the shock soaring through your body was evident as you press your back as far against the wall as you can, silently wishing you could phase through the drywall.

"If I ever catch you, or one of your staff shifting blame to one of Starks analysts again, I'll have Shield wipe your identity off the face of this planet and station you in Siberia. You hear me, son?"

Captain America wasn't screaming but he was definitely loud enough that all of your co-workers could hear, their eyes away from the avenger and to stare at you.

It was too much you couldn't handle it, speed walking to the bathroom you'd locked the door behind you. Pacing back and forth trying to calm yourself down. You're fine, fine, perfectly fine, you did nothing wrong- get over it. Taking another deep breath you stop before the mirror, tears spilling from your eyes- you force yourself to make eye contact with your reflection. Get it together. You tell yourself out loud, glaring at your double.

Moving you rip off some shreds of paper towel, bundling it up and running it under the cold sink water. Squeeze, and press. You bring the damp cloth up to your under eyes, looking up and patting the swelling down as best you can. Another set of breaths later, getting yourself somewhat together you unlock and swing the door open-

-you're met with Captain Rogers’s concerned face, a hand raised in the air ready to knock. Your breath is caught in your throat, you can see as the man's sharp jaw clenches.

"I'd like to apologize for the commotion I've caused earlier today."

"It wasn't your fault"

"It wasn't your either' he retorts. 'I just wanted to make sure you knew that."

"I know, Sir." His brows furrow at the comment.

"Please it's Steve, I'd like to walk you to your vehicle later tonight if that’s okay with you?"

"Are you sure?" An avenger walking you to your car, isn't that a little... beneath him?

"Yes please, it's the least I could do after making a martyr out of you."

"Okay, yes Si- Steve."

At the day's end, Steve leaned you his arm, escorting you to the garage, the two of you shared a few chuckles as he described stories of life with the avengers.

"So, this is me. Thank you so much, Captain Rogers, I can't emphasize how much you didn't have to do this."

"It was my pleasure."

He had still yet to let go of you his eyes running over your worn down and rusted hatchback. It was safe... Just old... And maybe a little shakey on left turns.

"Captain."

"Sorry, peach. Can I pry, do you really drive this home every night?"

"Well not really, I normally take the subway but if I come need to come in a bit earlier I take the car."

"You come in early and still stay this late, it's dark out?" He addresses poignantly.

"Yeah, it's not ideal but my apartment complex has a good security network."

You try to offer him a smile, to assure him of your safety, when he manages to look back at you, those blue eyes swim with concern.

"The tower is safe, I know damn well Tony has an extra room you could stay in. Would you consider it?"

"Mr. Rogers I-"

"Steve."

"Steve, sorry. Mr. Stark is my boss, I'm not sure that's the best idea."

"Please he owes me more than enough favors, I know Nat and you have lunches together sometimes if you're not comfortable alone I'm sure she'd let you stay with her, besides Wanda's been whining about meeting you for weeks."

It's probably not the best idea, a whole manner of things could go wrong, but that look on Steve's face... Saying no to him would feel like kicking a puppy dog.

"If...you're sure. Then yes, I've skipped out on plans with Natasha a bit more than I'd like to recently, so maybe this will be good for us."

His smile brightens the deeply lit walls of the sub-garage, he extends his elbow out to you to yet again grasp onto. Once your fingertips are safely secured in the crook of his arm the both of you begin to walk back to the steel elevator doors.

"So. Does Hawkeye really live in the vents?"

Steve laughs through his nose turning his head away trying to conceal his reaction, "No, well- he doesn't live on the vents. He just spends a lot of time there."

"Персик Jarvis told us Steve was bringing you up what's wrong?".

"Jarvis?"

"Tony's personal a.i- I'll aquatint you to it later. What happened?"

You look back to Steve who was no longer there, quickly having left the scene to find Stark. Nat's hands rubbed up and down your shoulder comfortingly as you brought your attention back to her.

"Captain Rogers had concerns about me making it home safely, he asked me to stay in the Tower for the night"

Her brows drew together in thought as she processed the information "Well alright then. Let's get you situated, would you rather stay with me or one of the guest rooms?"

"If I can stay with you, I'd like that," you tell her as she escorts you through the foyer, in the brighter light of the common room floor you stood stunned (other than the incessant picking and fidgeting at your own fingers.) The room was compromised of superheroes living normally and comfortably with each other.

Tony and Steve stood off to the side discussing the parameters of your stay, A long blonde-haired god had also been sitting in the kitchen, partially listening in on the conversation and partially paying attention to the Scarlett Witch.

The woman in question seemed to have a third sense as Nat lead you into the room, hopping up from her barstool seat rushing over to the two of you.

"It's so nice to meet you! We've all heard so much of you."

"Really?" You question looking back at your friend.

"Partially from Tony, Pepper, and I- partially Clint spying on us."

"He was spying on us? He likes good coffee and sits at the back of the restaurant we go to for lunch."

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

"It was more of a precautionary detail, I didn’t want to alarm you without cause."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Scarlett." You say to the brunette woman with a nod. She looks at you for a second before small giggles escape her mouth. "Please that's just the name I'm given in the press. My real name is 'Wanda."

"My apologies!"

"No worries, you ver very respectful about it."

The three of you fell into an easy groove, as well as a silly debate sparked by Wanda, claiming she'd steal you from your closest friend.

Your eyes kept drifting to the back of the room, Tony's agreeable nodding to Steve's hand movements. Panning across the room, your eyes connected with the giant of a man, god? Who had been looking in your direction, your eyes met and widened you quickly averted your gaze back to the floor by Natasha's feet. Taking a second to reel from the contact.

"So precious peach has finally decided the grace the upper floors with her presence." Your boss’s voice rang in your ears as he addressed you.

"Sorry for the drop in Mr. Stark, Captain Rogers insisted."

"Well no harm done, Pepper's been trying to get you up here for years. Guess all it took was a 6ft something action figure." He cocked his brow motioning to Steve, drink still in hand as he does so.

Startled at the accusation you jump to defend yourself-

"No! T-that’s not- I didn't." The words stumbled out of your mouth and Natasha puts a hand on your shoulder.

"Персик he's teasing. C'mon, I have some clothes of yours you sent over for Wanda when she first moved in."

The two girls lead you away from the male-dominated space, you peer back to Rogers and he offers you a tight-lipped smile as your ushered away.

"Thank you by ze way, Pierto I'm sure will thank you for the men's clothing if you run into him."

"It was no bother- I owned more than enough and when Natty mentioned you two were moving in without anything I figured you could use some stuff before Tony and Pepper get you settled."

"Natty?"

"Don't you dare."

"Oh, no, no, you are never living this down, Natalia!"

The girls did a great job helping you feel safe in the tower, to the point all three of you essentially dog piled in Natasha’s bed for the night, she's probably the closest friend you've made since working for Stark, treating you more like a sister than anything.

Hours later your eyes seem to flutter open on their own, it's still dark outside as the sleep shakes from you.

As carefully as you possibly can you untangle yourself from your place on Nat's chest, stealing a pair of her slippers you migrate to the common room. It seems no one's there this time of night, the self-sustaining tower is still lit up much like all the other buildings littering the night’s sky.

Quietly you settle yourself down on one of the luxurious couches, pressing deep into the cushions. You lay your head back, neck-craning. You can't be sure just how long you say this way but a deep jovial voice rouses you from the position.

"Was it not a plentiful night for you either?"

Your head snaps the Norse god standing in the doorway,

"I don't know if plentiful, is the way to describe it...but I couldn't sleep very well, no."

He offers you this look, it's almost reminiscent of a puppy dog smile. It's almost strange to see him so... Relaxed? He's this huge avenger- a god, but here he stands before you in gray sweatpants and a... Captain America hoodie?

The laugh bubbles up in your throat, maybe it's your sleep-deprived mind getting to you, Thor watches all this happen as he hesitantly makes his way to the couch as well.

"I'm- so sorry!" The loud whisper burns from your throat, "I just didn't expect to see the shield on you."

He looks again questioningly, now down at his own attire, like he hadn't even noticed when he dressed. His smile grows wider in acknowledgment.

"Ha! Yes, Rogers and I once had a bit of a mix-up! We never really switched back, he still has mine as far as I know."

"Well, you two are the longest-haired blondes I'm sure the fans mistake you both for each other a lot."

He let out another rumbling laugh, moving closer for you to lean against his broad shoulder.

"I think, that is an improbable scenario."

"Why?"

"Well, we all have those that... Prefer some of us over the others. Roger's can be quite a bit aggressive."

"I can't imagine him not discouraging that."

"No, he does, he's quite good about it, but that doesn't stop them nonetheless."

A yawn manages to escape you, feeling weightless as Thor lets you snuggle into him.

"Well, what about you?"

"Hmm, what about me?"

"Are you fans as aggressive?"

"No, not at all. I fear... I fear I'm not always enough for them, it's been said by quite a few I should have done better to keep Loki off of Midgard."

"Oh Thor that's not your fault, you can't control anyone's actions but your own."

"I'm sure this is true, but at times it is difficult to believe. There are those who argue I should have known better and realized my brother was not entirely himself, and the others who say I should have stopped him from ever escaping."

"Well, both of those are stupid if you ask me. You've done great things on your own, and you shouldn't let others tell you differently."

"Thank you, it seems foolish but it's nice to be heard out at times."

"It's not foolish, everyone likes to be validated." It's the last thing you manage to say to the god, his arm pillowing you as you fall deeper into sleep, eyes fluttering shut. The blonde’s breathing is the last thing you hear.

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summary: after years of depending on science to give you a child, you think giving a magic a shot isn’t a half-bad idea (a commission for @myhoneybeeheart) 

pairing: steve rogers x thor odinson x reader (established steve rogers x reader)

words: 3,538

trigger warnings: infertility, MMF threesomes, creampies, praise kink, breeding kink, cuckolding, angst if you squint but like REALLY squint. REALLY REALLY squint. 

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You and Steve had both done every test known to every male and female fertility specialist in the United States, along with several European countries, Japan, China, and Australia. Every single one, for each of you, pointed to the same thing – infertility.

Persistent infertility. As in, the both of you are not only infertile, but will continue to be infertile despite any type of treatments any type of doctor wants to put you through. Steve doesn’t qualify for experimental treatments, and you’ve tried at least five to no avail.

Long story short, neither of you can have biological children.

The problem is, you both really want biological children. But, according to biology, it just isn’t going to happen.

“Science says so,” the last doctor had told you, voice full of apology. “I’m so sorry.”

That particularly heartbreaking appointment was in the late afternoon, but the battery of tests meant you and your husband were stuck in the shitty doctor’s office until long past when the sun had set. You were grateful how dark it was when you left, terrified some Captain America stan or paparazzi would get a high definition picture of both you with puffy faces along with snot and stray tears still running down your face. It was late when you got back to your secluded high rise, neither of you hungry nor willing to feign it enough to order something. You didn’t know about Steve, but the sadness had somehow overwhelmed every single one of your senses – making your taste buds pointless and limbs numb. Silently, the both of you got ready for bed and held each other as emotional exhaustion acted as a second weighted blanket and lulled you both to sleep.

It was the next morning when you thought of what you had dubbed “the plan.” You had gotten up before Steve (unusual, as you’d been together long enough that wallowing in self pity was a shared activity) and sat at the kitchen table with unbrushed teeth, messy hair, and the sort of determination that comes with a self-reflexive ultimatum: if “the plan” didn’t work, you’d stop trying. You’d tell Steve that you’ve come to terms with your inability to conceive and continue your journey to start from the assumption that there was nothing either of you could do to make it happen. It’s a heartbreaking reality, but it was one you were willing to accept.

It took a few days to work up the courage, to find the right time to broach the idea with the man you chose to spend the rest of your life with. The perfect moment ended up being when you were both eating dinner, Steve telling a story about something ridiculous Peter had done on a mission (turns out, flirting with a fellow agent undercover as a full service sex worker is not a good idea). You were both happy, incredibly so, and you knew whenever your husband talked about the kid it ignited the special light inside of him that wanted to be a father.

It was the tail end of the story, he was two beers down (a special mix Tony had concocted that balanced with Steve’s serum-induced metabolism), and he was happy. So with a deep inhale and sustained eye contact, you rambled with your prepared speech that covered a few of concerns you knew Steve would have and informed him of your personal deal.

You finished quickly – words tumbling out of your mouth before you knew they were being spoken. Your heart beat loudly in your chest, blood rushed to your ears. You were terrified.

That was, until Steve gave his reply a few hours later.

(He asked if he could table the conversation for a little while, wanting to “think it over.” Of course you told him it was okay, especially since you knew there was dessert still waiting to be eaten in the fridge, and you were still very hungry.)

You imagined a lot of responses from your husband, the worst of which sounded like the beginning of a particularly sad Shonda Rhimes television show:

“You want to what?” Steve nearly screams. “You want to invite Thor Odinson in our marriage bed so that we can have a child!? No! I won’t allow it!”

You fall to the ground, sobbing, clutching your phone as you scream back. “I want what’s best for us! For our family! For our future child!”

Steve storms out of the bedroom, turning back to your crumbled figure just before stomping out. “I’m calling a divorce lawyer. I want you out by Monday.”

You expected you’d have to convince him, would have to coax his clenched jaw towards your face so he’d know how serious you are from the look in your eyes. Maybe you’d have to wait days, weeks, months before he’d agree, would have to have long conversations with him and his colleague about negotiations and boundaries and whatever else.  

What you didn’t expect was for Steve to agree not only immediately, but enthusiastically.

“T-that’s it?” you asked. You both were in bed, reading separate books before you’d each turn off the lights and go to sleep. He was reading something about battle tactics during Vietnam while you were thumbing through a book about the history of swearing.

Steve did not look up from his novel. “You want to have a threesome with Thor in the hopes it’ll give us a baby?”

You looked to him, brow furrowed. “Yeah?”

Now he puts the book down and turns to you. “The worst thing that happens is we have sex with a literal deity?”

At first you think he’s joking but, nope. He’s serious.

“Uh, yeah,” you reply again.

Steve shrugs before going back to his book. “Then yeah, but you have to call him.”

You blink a few times – shocked. Pleasantly shocked, but still shocked. “That’s…a deal. Yeah. I can, I’ll talk to him.”

Steve smiles, turning back to you once more and giving you a peck on the cheek. “Sounds good, babe. Let me know what he says.”

You nod, still a little surprised. “O-of course.”

With that, the conversation ends, and you need to figure out how to contact the man in question.

The next morning, you learn from the detailed calendar Tony’s assistant keeps that Thor’s on Migard for the rest of the month, doing…whatever. Honestly, you have no idea what he’s doing, and – even more honestly – you don’t care. Short of saving an entire population from destruction, you’re sure he can make time for you.

Luckily you find him easily, watching some reality show about weird white people in the living room of a common floor. You take deep breaths for stepping into eyeshot, asking if you can sit next to him (he says yes) before you start what is likely the most uncomfortable conversation of your life.

Somehow, though, Thor beats you to it. “If you want me to help you and Steve conceive, just tell me the date and time you want me in your bed.”

Even more so than when Steve accepted your recent proposal, you’re surprised by Thor’s forwardness. “Um-“

Thor smiles, putting a comforting arm around your shoulders before pulling you close against him. “Listen, I’ve done this with many families on many planets. I’ve never done it on Earth, but I’m willing to give it a try for you two. You deserve a child, and I’d be happy to help with that.”

You wipe a stray tear before allowing yourself to be enveloped into Thor’s massive arms. “Thank you,” you tell him after your heart had stopped beating at your ribs as if they were boxers going for the championship title. “Thank you so much.”

You feel Thor smile against the side of your head. “Of course, anything for you.”

You return to Steve with your findings, who agrees to set it up for the next night. The few hours before the mythical man is scheduled to arrive are an otherworldly combination, as if you had put giddy excitement, gut-wrenching fear, and determined optimism in a Nutribullet with bananas and strawberries and vanilla Greek yogurt and served it with-

“Honey, he said we both have to eat before,” Steve pulls the breaks on your train of thought, nudging your plate of food towards you with a small smile.  “I’ve known you for long enough to know what you overthinking and forgetting to eat looks like.”

You nod and sigh, biting into the seasoned steamed vegetables. “Sorry, I-“

Steve shakes his head, swallowing whatever from his plate he was chewing. “I’ve also known you long enough to not need you to explain. Just eat.”

He’s right, you think as you clear your plate. You’ve known Steve for over a decade, dating for nine of them and married for seven. He met you through Natasha, who knew you from your work as a professor studying the differing effects of veterans and civilians (how she found you is still a mystery) and invited you to a conference that Stark was funding and therefore required the Avengers to make an appearance. He knew everything about you, and you knew everything about him.

For the first time in a long time, you wonder whether that’s a good thing, or a bad one.

When Thor arrives, he directs the two of you with ease, accepting a glass of expensive red wine as he follows you to the expansive bedroom.

He makes you strip first, tells you to lay in the center of the bed with your legs spread over the end and arms at your side. Steve’s next, already half-hard as he takes his position by your head, on his knees so he can watch the show in front of you. He’s naked, erection hard against his chiseled stomach.

“You’re so beautiful,” you tell him, blissed out before anything had ever begun.

He smiles down at you, same look in his eye the same day you got married. “You, too babe.”

Thor lets you have the moment as he undresses himself, letting you wrap a hand around Steve’s cock as he slots himself between your legs.

“Mm,” Thor hums, tracking your every move with a precise eye. “What a pretty cunt you have…”

A deep moan from you cuts him off as he kneels and licks a wide stripe up your dripping center, his large hands moving under your knees to bend your legs to your chest.

“Oh!” you cry, one of your hands moving to clutch his long blonde hair. “Oh that feels so good!”

You can feel Thor smiling into your folds as one of his perfectly calloused fingers slowly enters you, reveling in your now-mindless acceptance of pleasure. “So tight,” he moans. “Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

It doesn’t take long for your brain to fry, losing your ability to do anything but moan and sloppily jerk off your husband as Thor begins to fuck two fingers in and out of you at a bruising pace.

Steve watches you intensely, takes over jerking his own dick when you lose control of the muscles in your hands.

Thor scoffs, rolling his eyes you pout when his lips leave you.

“C’mon, love,” he murmurs into your inner thigh. “Don’t neglect the man.”

Nearly panting, you wrap your lips around Steve’s cock while Thor continues eating you out.

“Fuck you’re so good at this,” Steve hisses as you start to gag on him, running your tongue on the underside of his cock.

You do your best to smile as one hand moves to play with his balls, eyes screwing shut as you turn all your attention onto your husband’s cock.

“That feel good?” Thor asks, hand around the base of his cock. He grunts when Steve nods, his head thrown back in ecstasy. “C’mon, Stevie. Tell me how good your wife’s mouth feels on your dick.”

Steve swallows what little spit is left in his mouth before trying to remember how to speak. “It f-feels so good,” he’s breathless, chest straining as he tries not to come. “Wet and t-tight, the best thing I’ve ever felt.”

Thor grunts deep in his chest, as if he’s restraining himself. “Keeping going – and tell me when you’re about to cum.”

Steve moans when he hits the back of your throat, both hands now tangled in your hair. “F-feels so good, like she’s sucking the life out of me through my fucking dick- Oh fuck!”

You’re deep throating him now, breathing through your nose as you gag.

“T-Thor,” he moans, voice strained. “I-I think I’m-“

“Stop,” the man at the end of the bed commands as he continues fucking his fingers in and out of you. Reluctantly, you do as you’re told, ceasing all actions and giving Steve the most pitiful look you can muster.

“C’mere pretty girl,” Thor murmurs, leaving one last kiss at the most sensitive part of you. “It’s time for me to fuck you.”

You and Steve both moan deeply as he lifts himself to his feet and aligns himself with your center – hardened cock bobbing against his stomach. The sight is enough to make your center tighten, skin on fire as you wait for him to gift you reprieve.

“Such a perfect little pussy,” Thor mumbles to no one but himself, grinning wide as he enters you.

Little words are exchanged after that, Thor focusing on the feeling of your cunt instead of talking.

“Oh Thor-“ you moan, pulling away from Steve to throw your head back once more. “Oh shit holy-“

Thor just laughs, leaning down so he can kiss you. He places one hand next to your head for balance, the other moving to jerk Steve’s cock for you. His whole body works like a perfectly build machine, hips and hand working in tandem to get all three of you off. His movements are languid and purposeful, as if each muscle contraction and release was planned long, long ago in some expert fashion.

As Steve moans once again that he’s close, you remember what Thor had told you the day previous – that he had done this for other people attempting to build their families. In an instant, you were struck with the fear that this was somehow mechanical for him, something he was doing out of some sense of duty with half his brain focused on what he was going to have for dinner or what fruit was in season – something mundane and minutely distracting so he could phone it in and take the credit when the pregnancy test came back positive.  

Thor notices you’re drifting away, grabs you with one hand and coaxes your eyes to meet his. “Don’t worry about anything, baby,” he tells you, voice low in his chest. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

It’s comforting – you can’t describe why, don’t even understand why; but even if you could, Steve’s begging cuts your train of thought short.

“Fuck please,” his voice is high and desperate, anything left of his precious Captain America façade torn to shreds by the possibility of denial. “Please let me come!”

Thor just shakes his head and smiles, putting him through the same torture as he did before but continuing fucking you – ignoring Steve’s cries as he rubs at your clit.

“Ignore him, baby,” he murmurs to you, “C’mon, focus on how good it’s gonna feel when I make you come.”

That’s all it takes for you to lose yourself, to throw your head back and buck your hips up and scream as loud as your exhausted lung will allow. At the last second before you reach your peak Thor moves away from you to grab the back of Steve’s head, pulling the man into a deep kiss.

“Fuck,” Thor groans against Steve’s lips. “Fuck you’re both so gorgeous I’m, fuck, I’m gonna-“

Thor releases himself inside of you with a deafening shout, moaning into Steve’s mouth as his come spills out of you. You’re speechless, watching them kiss above you while you pant.

For a moment there’s silence – the thick scent of sex and the wet sounds of their mouths and your pussy being the only things that fill the air. The only thing that cuts through it is Thor’s gruff voice instructing Steve to take his place between your legs.

The shuffling is awkward but gives you a minute to breathe, the clouds in your brain clearing with a few seconds of being left alone. Unlike Steve, Thor lays next to you on his side, one hand framing your jaw as he kisses you deeply.

Steve takes a moment to admire Thor’s cum dripping out of your pussy, resisting the urge to kneel down and lay his tongue there and drink it all down.

He swallows what little spit is left in his mouth as he enters you, body trembling as his eyes roll to the back of his head. The feeling of your pussy – though familiar – is sublime; mixed with the feeling of Thor’s cum inside of you makes him want to cry from the overwhelming pleasure.

He doesn’t, though, he somehow gets his brain and cock to reconnect so that he can fuck you despite his entire body screaming. You’re sensitive – if Steve couldn’t read your body language, your screaming moans and eyes screwed shut would tell him. It’s a precious thing to see you in such a feral state, to see you fucked out and desperate and begging to be pushed over the cliff again and again and again. You’re normally a very professional woman – always put together and well-spoken and knowledgeable in any subject necessary.  To see you incoherent, lost to the pleasure – it’s something special Steve is determined to remember for the rest of his days.

“Such a good boy,” Thor tells him when he notices Steve’s concentration fading. “You fuck your wife so well for me,” he turns to you, leaving a kiss at the corner of your panting mouth. “Doesn’t your husband fuck you so good?”

“Y-yes,” you reply after you take a second to process what he’s asking of you. “Steve’s so good at fucking a baby into me, makes me feel so good I, oh!”

Something in Steve snaps as he listens to Thor, elicits something primal that makes him dig his fingers into the pit of your pushed-up knees as he pounds into you without mercy.

“Gonna-“ Steve moans. “Gonna fuck our baby into you, gonna make sure everyone knows how good I fuck you, fuck!”

Thor just smiles all big and toothy, looking between your face and Steve’s. Just as confident as before, he trails the same hand as before between your breasts and down your stomach, rubbing at your sensitive nub once more.

“You can do it, baby,” he whispers to you, coaxing another orgasm out of you with skilled fingers. “You’re so beautiful, I want to watch you come again. You can do that, right? You can come again for me?”

You shake your head, too overwhelmed to form coherent sentences. “I, I- “

“Shh,” he trails his thumb – still soaked with your slick and his precum – “It’s okay, my little dove. You can do it once more for me and Steve. C’mon, you can do it with him, right?”

You don’t speak, don’t move, don’t do anything – too focused on the feeling of Thor next to you and Steve on top of you and Thor rubbing at your clit and Steve fucking your pussy and the warmed sheets between your fingers and the sweat pooling between your breasts and-

“Fuck!” Steve’s screams mirror your own internal monologue. “Fuck I’m-“

Thor uses the thumb that was just under your lip to grab Steve’s jaw, forcing their eyes to meet just as he had done many times before. “Come for me.”

You and Steve’s orgasms come at the same time, the both of you twitching as you fall slowly, deliriously, from the shared delicious high.

When the French coined folie a duex, you’d always assumed it was about some madness that happened to manifest in two people. But what is defined as “madness?” Could it be the sweet satisfaction that flows through each of your veins like gold? Could it be the vacant contentment behind Steve’s eyes? Could it be the vacant content behind yours?

Somehow, Thor maneuvers the two of you so that all three of you can lay there, out of breath and sweaty all over as each of you stares at separate spots on the ceiling.

You’re the one to break the silence, stuck between the two men in the center of the large bed. “Do you think it worked?”

Steve turns towards you, leaning on one arm while the other spreads itself over your stomach. “I think so.”

Thor turns over next, mirroring Steve’s position. Free hand, though, goes to cup your face, pulling you in for a quick peck on the lips before guiding you to Steve for a much deeper kiss.

“I think so, too,” the large man says eventually, watching as you and Steve remain locked together. He doesn’t think either of you can hear him, but he smiles at the softness on both of your faces nonetheless.

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Faerie

Steve x reader x Thor

Notes; This is set in the same universe as Iron. There will be mentions to it but so I’ll add it here. But in case you don’t want to read it, reader is a fae. Her, Thor and Steve are in an established relationship.

You’d been on Earth for years. Had relationships with both men and women alike throughout the years but had never allowed yourself to feel the way you did with Thor and Steve. You’d never allowed yourself love any of the others as you allowed yourself to love them.

Perhaps this had something to do with the fact everyone else had abandoned you in your lifetime. Not your boys, they’d gone out of their way to stay.

Perhaps it had something to do with the fact, the others were all mortal and a part of you knew that one day they would all die. But not your boys, your boys were cursed to the same immortal thread you were.

There were a million thoughts that could be the reason but there was only one reason. You were never fully in love with the others. It was different with your boys. 

You loved your boys. They loved you. It was easy like that. You didn’t have to pretend to be human, you didn’t have to pretend to be normal. You were able to be you with them and they brought out aspects of your personality you hadn’t seen in years and some you didn’t know you even had.

The world was not as dark a place with your boys. They’d brought a light back to you and the world around you, something you hadn’t seen or felt in the decades before them.

“Okay, cancel any plans you had for tonight-.” Steve started as he entered the room with three black bags. “What are you two doing?” He questioned, stopping in the doorway with a confused look.

“Reading.” You answered, looking away from your book. “Are you feeling okay, Stevie?” You questioned him, tilting your head to the side.

“Are you feeling unwell, Steven?” Thor questioned him, looking at Steve in concern. “Would you like us to request Banner’s presence?” Steve continued to stare at the two of you in complete and utter confusion as he stuttered out failed attempts of sentences.

“Stop doing that. Both of you. You're either going to kill yourselves or seriously injury yourselves.” Steve said, dropping the bags and rushing towards the both of you.

“I’m not going to break anything.” Thor denied him, floating out of the man’s reach. 

“Y/N, stop that. You’re going to give yourself a brain haemorrhage.” Steve fussed, looking at you in worry. 

“I’m not even doing anything.” You whined.

“You’re reading a book upside down while floating. Why?” Steve questioned, running a hand down his face.

“I wanted to read; besides it won’t kill me. Worst case is I pass out.” You shrugged.

“And why is Thor floating?” He further interrogated.

“I was bored.” Thor stated, coming closer to you. “And now I’m not.” He smiled, wrapping his arm around you.

“Can you both please come down? You’re going to give me a heart attack.” Steve begged you both.

“What’s in the bags, Stevie?” You questioned, pointing at the discarded bags by the door. 

“I’ll tell you if you come down.” Steve bargained with you. You and Thor shared a look and then nodded. You gestured for Thor to hover above the bed before you released the magic, you’d placed on him and then floated down next to him.

“Now do we get to know?” You asked him, folding your wings into your back.

“We’re going out tonight.” Steve announced, picking up the bags. “Tony is throwing a costume party tonight and I thought we could make a date out of it.”

“That sounds like fun.” Thor said.

“Yeah that could be great fun.” You agreed. “What time does it start? Do we have enough time to get costumes?”

“No need.” Steve said, lifting the bags in his hands up. “Tony has graciously decided to provide everyone with costumes.” He said, handing you both a bag.

“Why do I get a bad feeling about this?” You questioned, looking at the bag with narrowed eyes.

“Because it’s a gift from Tony.” Steve sighed.

“I don’t understand why the two of you are so worried. I think it’s a marvellous idea and who does not enjoy a surprise?” Thor questioned, eagerly unzipping the bag. You and Steve followed suit and opened your bags with slight trepidation.

Steve pulled out a green hat, Thor pulled out an acorn styled one and you pulled out a green dress.

“I’m going to kill him.” You stated.

“Look who’s here!” Tony cheered, raising his drink towards the three of you. 

“Look it’s a dead man.” You responded in fake cheer.

“A dead man? No, I am Batman, you uncultured swine.” Tony mock gasped, handing you a drink.

“And Batman couldn’t pick anything better than Tinkerbell?” You grumbled, taking a long sip of your drink.

“I think I chose well. The three of you look great.” Tony said.

“See, my loves, I told you there was nothing to worry about.” Thor boomed, drinking out of the flask he’d brought. 

“I guess it could have been worse.” Steve admitted, taking a sip out of Thor’s flask.

“Oh yes it could.” You laughed, turning the boys towards the entrance. In walked Clint in a Robin Hood outfit complete with plastic bow and tights. “Jesus Christ Tony.”

“Hey, I gave him real pants, just like I did with your boys. Not my fault he chose the tights.” Tony said, raising his hands in innocence.

“Nice pants, Robin.” You smirked as Clint reached you all.

“Don’t start. Natasha’s already said every joke you can imagine.” He groaned, grabbing a drink.

“That’s because you look ridiculous.” Natasha smirked, quickly popping up behind him. Natasha actually looked quite happy with her outfit and glided over to the five of you with pep in her step. Tony had chosen well for Natasha giving her a Black Swan, Natasha was even wearing a pair of pointe shoes.

“Rude.” Clint grumbled as the rest of you laughed.

“I’m going to get another drink.” You said, kissing both boys. The party had been going for a few hours at this point and most of the guests were very drunk. The three of you had taken refuge on one of the large couches in the back, content on enjoying each other’s company and merely watching the drunken antics of the guests.

“Hurry back little fae.” Thor implored as you pulled apart. 

“Of course.” You smiled and made your way to the bar. As you grabbed your drink you took a moment to lean against the bar and jut watch your boys for a minute. Steve had had a bit too much drink and was leaning against Thor, who had his arm wrapped around Steve’s waist.

“What’s got you thinking so hard?” Clint questioned you, sliding up next to you. 

“I’m not thinking that hard.” You denied him. 

“Yes, you are. When you start thinking really hard, you get a crease right here.” Cling said, poking you in the forehead with his plastic bow. 

“Stop it.” You laughed, knocking him with your elbow. 

“Seriously, what’s on your mind, Tink?” Clint asked you again, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“Just, just realizing I never thanked you, Clint.” You said, looking over at him with a soft smile.

“Thanked me? Thanked me for what?”

“For this life. For saving me all those years ago and for being my friend. It’s because of you I have this life and this family. It’s because of you Clint, I have my boys. Thank you, Clint.”

“The good scotch always makes you a bit sentimental, doesn’t it?” Clint said, making you laugh heartily.

“Yeah it really does.” You chuckled, resting you head against Clint’s shoulder as he pulled you closer. “But I still meant it.”

“You don’t need to thank me, Y/N. Trust me when I say, you deserve this. You deserve this family and you definitely deserve those two.” Clint said, squeezing your shoulders. “Speaking of them, I think you’re being missed.” He added, pointing across the room. 

Looking up you immediately turned to where you boys sat and saw your boys watching you. Steve raised the flask as Thor gestured you over.

“I’ll see you later, Clint.” You smiled, quickly kissing his cheek before flitting off to the boys. “Well hello to you too, Peter.” You giggled as Steve pulled you down onto his lap. “You’re in a touchy mood, aren’t you?”

“You both just look so good tonight.” Steve murmured, tracing his fingers around the base of your wings. A loud purr like hum escaped your throat as Steve touched the sensitive base surrounding your wings. 

“Perhaps we should take Steve upstairs. Help him lie down.” Thor suggested. 

“I think that’s a fantastic idea, hon.” You smiled, standing and pulling the two to their feet.

“We could go to that gallery tomorrow.” Steve suggested. “You know, the one that opened up near Beanies?”

“Yeah and we can get coffee after.” You agreed. “Hair tie.” You said, holding a hand towards Thor. “And maybe coffee before.” You continued.

“I agree with that plan.” Thor said as you tied his hair off. “Coffee sounds a fantastic addition to our date.”

“I don’t know how you two can drink so much coffee.” Steve said, taking the hair tie you offered him. 

“It wears off too fast to do any real damage to our systems.” You assured him, turning and kissing him quickly. “Just like how your system burns off the liquor so quickly.”

“I don’t care how quickly it burns off, it still makes me feel like shit.” Steve complained as the three of you all shifted so you were laying down in the bed. 

“You’ll feel better in the morning.” Thor promised him. “And if not we’ll make the pot extra strong.”

“Let’s do that anyway. The morning is going to be rough either way.” You grumbled, curling into further into the boys warmth. 

“Get some sleep, if you’re still sore in the morning we’ll run you a bath with one those bath bombs you love so much.” Steve promised you, pressing a kiss onto your temple. 

“You love them too you giant.” You mumbled, pressing your face into Thor’s chest. “I love you two. My giants.”

“And we love you too.” Thor said. 

“Our little faerie.”

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Make a Move

11/13/2018

Pairing: Thundershield x Reader          Word Count: 4,923

Warnings: Language, a bit of angst, fluff, very light smut

A/N: This is written for @until-theend-oftheline ‘s Iron Hiddles Thundershield Quickie Challenge. This was a lot of fun and actually the cake bit is based on a dream I had. It was nice dream! I hope you enjoy this one-shot! Let me know what you think! I love hearing from you guys and when you tell me what you liked I can gauge what goes into my stories in the future! As always, if you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work. xoxo

Aesthetic Prompt (made by @until-theend-oftheline)

“There she is.” Steve mutters quietly. His hands clench into tight fists as he watches you move into the quaint coffee shop.

This is his favorite spot. He comes here every chance he gets and spends a few precious hours scribbling and doodling in his secret sketch journal. He doesn’t have it with him today. For good reason, too. Today is for business.

Thor looks up from his spot across from Steve and watches as his eyes light up as you wave over at them. Thor smirks, finding it all very adorable that Steve seems to be perpetually unable to see what’s right in front of him.

Thor can see it in the way his cheeks flush lightly and the sudden blue sparkle in his eyes. The Captain is so into you and he doesn’t even realize it.

You shove your umbrella into the wooden stand then move towards the two largest men in the small converted brownstone. A hot spot for the young men and women in the area which you definitely qualify as, the coffee shop has a comfy atmosphere. All the fixtures, counters, tables, and chairs are mismatched chocolate brown woods. Some chairs do have cushions, and these are always taken first thing in the morning.

Steve avoids those tables anyway. They’re at the center where the hustle and bustle of the constant crowd streaming in and out gets annoying. He’d learned his lesson when his elbow had been bumped several times, ruining a few of his sketches. He prefers the table at the far back of the shop where he can both look out at the falling rain and keep an eye on the door to see who comes and goes. And in this corner, away from the free books to read and the self-serve treats, Steve can sit for hours undisturbed, half hidden small shelving of books for sale.

His favorite table has four, what looks like hollowed out tree trunks for seats. They’ve been sanded down and varnished but the natural wood is beautiful, and he likes the way the lines swirl. These are also the only seats that he feels are safe for Thor to sit in. The guy is massive.

As you approach the table, adjusting your very worn brown satchel off of your shoulder, you can’t help but smile at the contrast between them and the rest of the young patrons. The two men who look at you with soft smiles do not fit in.  One, a 1,500-year-old God and the other a hundred plus year old veteran look slightly out of place.

“Sorry, I know I’m late.” You sigh your apology and settle into the seat to Steve’s right and to Thor’s left. You quickly put your satchel between your feet for security, still wiping at the rain on your red bomber with your free hand. The chill in the air is strong enough that wearing a slightly heavier coat is appropriate. Thor seems to agree with you as he’s wearing his favorite dark red coat too. Steve doesn’t seem to feel the chill because he’s wearing a pair of jeans and a long sleeve, heather gray shirt with the sleeves rolled up to expose his muscular forearms.

You force yourself to look at Thor, wanting to just sit and stare at Steve.

“Not at all. We just got here ourselves.” Thor lies. He looks over at Steve who’s watching you with a furrowed brow.

“Excuse me!” He waves one of the servers over, a pretty redhead with bright green eyes, a heart shaped face, and pouty pink lips. She flushes but hurries over.

It is Steve Rogers calling her over. You’d feel flustered too if you worked here and got called over by Steve Rogers. Of course, you live with him so it’s normal to see him every day. But if you’re honest, even when he calls you over at home, your heart skips a beat when those blue eyes meet yours.

Actually, it kinda upsets you that the waitress stands much too close to him as she reaches your table. He has to pull his arm down into the circle of his chair to keep from grazing her stomach.

“Oh, hi, Steve. I didn’t know you were here today.”

What a liar! You eye her with as neutral a gaze as you can, but you feel the uncomfortable twist of jealousy in your stomach.

“Kate, can we get a few spare towels if you have them?” Steve looks up at her and gives her a smile that might have aimed at being polite but feels a little too flirty for your liking.

This Kate puts her perfectly manicured hand on his right bicep and rubs it with her dainty thumb. “Of course, Steve. I’ll be right back.”

The waitress turns, and leaves and you slump back in your chair an involuntary pout twisting your own lips.

“She was awfully friendly.” You throw at him hoping that he can’t hear the jealousy there.

“Kate? Yeah, she’s great.” Steve smiles at you then turns to look at Thor who sits shaking his head as he frowns at his comrade. “What?”

Thor turns his gaze on you and sits forward, resting his elbows on the smooth wooden table. “I know it’s a little strange to meet out of the compound, but we thought it might be better if we talked about this away from the others. With Tony and Pepper so close to getting married we didn’t want them to worry about some unknown threat.”

Okay, business. You like focusing on business. It helps distract you from the waitress and her stupid manicured hand all over Steve’s bicep.

“When did it arrive?” You ask, serious tone renewed as you concentrate on the task at hand which successfully drives the redhead from your mind.

You lean forward, mirroring Thor’s posture to bring you closer to him so that you can speak low. You don’t want to be overheard.

“A week ago.” Steve says, tapping his fingers against the table.

You look at him and find his blue gaze darkened as he frowns at the woodgrain. If there’s one thing that he hates it when people threaten his friends. The people he cares about? His family? You don’t want to mess with the Avengers. Especially with threats? Steve is no joke when he’s angry. And most people were afraid of Dr. Banner when he got upset.

“Have you told anyone else?” You ask him, wanting so badly to reach out and place your hand over his to settle his fingers.

“We thought it best to keep it between as few of us as possible.” Steve says with a shake of his head.

“We’re not sure where this threat really came from and we don’t want to alarm anyone if it is just someone’s idea of an ill-timed joke.” Thor agrees. “You are the expert when it comes to the forscenic sciences. Is that not right, Captain?”

Steve watches Thor with an amused grin which you also can’t help but share.

“Forensic.” You correct him kindly and Thor clears his throat.

“Is that not what I said?”

“Close enough.” Steve admits and turns the full power of his grin on you.

For a horribly pleasant moment, your heart thumps loudly in your chest as the curve of his smile lights up his face. All darkness cleared from it, you see happy Steve and you want him to stay that way. So, without another thought, you nod.

“I’m in.” You swallow hard, staring at Steve still before you force your eyes away back to Thor. “Where’s the letter?”

“Y/N? Are you sure you want to do this? It could be really dangerous.” Steve says with worry, his happy smile gone, replaced with a small frown as he reaches towards your hand on the table but doesn’t quite reach it.

“Tony and Pepper deserve to have a perfect wedding day. If I can help give them that, then I want in. Besides, no one threatens my family and gets away with it.” Your anger really does bubble up, filling your chest with heat that has nothing to do with how Steve’s hand is only two inches from your own.

His eyes sparkle and he nods at Thor who reaches into his jacket pocket to retrieve the letter but then freezes as Kate returns.

“Here you go, Steve.” She says a little breathless, handing him not one or two but a stack of six dry hand towels.

Steve smiles up at her, much too excited. Why can’t he stop doing that?! Does he smile at all the girls he meets like that?

“Thanks, Kate, you’re a lifesaver.” He gushes.

You turn your gaze away from them and look instead at the empty seat across from you with half a mind to get up and leave. It would be stupid because how the hell is Steve supposed to know that you like him? You haven’t told him. Or anyone for that matter. So, he’d be super confused as to your reason for storming off. But you want to do it. You place your hands on the side of the chair, intent on getting up to leave when you feel a light tug to the left side of your head.

You turn your head towards Steve to see what he’s doing and your heart flips as he sits with the towels carefully balanced on his right thigh while, with one of them in his hands, he carefully pats your hair dry.

“You’ll catch a cold.” He reasons, talking only to you.

“Oh.” Kate mutters.

“Miss?” Some other patron calls.

“Excuse me.” Kate says with slight disappointment.

“Thanks, Kate.” Steve repeats but doesn’t turn to watch her go.

You reach up quickly, nervous and flustered. Your hands find his in the towel and you grab them to stop them from moving. He freezes and looks down at your face, his blue eyes inquisitively boring into your own.

“I can do it.” You assure him, so nervous you’re surprised your voice doesn’t shake.

“Right.” Steve says and quickly takes his hands back but only so that he can place the right on the stack on his lap and his left flat on the table again.

To your left, Thor chuckles. Both you and Steve look at him, nervous as hell.

“What’s so funny?” You demand, freezing in your hair drying.

“Hm? Nothing I just repeated forscenic in my head.” He laughs again and sits back, shaking his head.

You’re not sure if he’s telling the truth. Thor is really good at being sneaky when he wants to be.

Steve also stares at Thor with a furrowed brow.

Intent on moving past the awkwardness you lower the towel onto your lap.

“The letter?” You remind them.

“Right.” Thor says, remembering and once more reaches into his coat’s breast pocket and produces from it a bagged letter and envelope.

“An evidence bag?” You ask, impressed by their forethought.

“I though it might be easier for you to work if we didn’t contaminate it any more than we already did.” Steve explains as he grabs another towel and offers it to you.

You take it but put it in your lap before reaching out for the sealed bag. You lean over it, staring at the careful handwriting and read the threat. It’s simple. Not complicated or contrived. It’s straight to the point.

Felicitations on your happy day. I’m sure it’ll be a bang.

“Felicitations? Who the hell uses the word felicitations these days other than pretentious assholes?” You wonder aloud, disgusted by the threat and the audacity that some people have to try and ruin special days for other people.

Thor looks between you and Steve with shifting electric blue eyes before he very slowly raises his hand. You realize that he would probably use that word. Oops.

“Thor, buddy, come clean and we’ll call it a day.” Steve assures him with a nod.

“I would not threaten my friends on their special day!” Thor defends himself and you try and stifle your laugh, but it bursts from your lips with a slight choking sound.

Steve chuckles.

“I’m sorry.” You reach over and place your hand over Thor’s massive one, gently rubbing it in reassurance. “I didn’t mean to imply that you’re an asshole.”

“Or pretentious?” Thor presses.

But you wrinkle your nose at him, tilting your head from left to right. “Mmmm.”

He huffs at your teasing which only makes you laugh again.

“I’m only kidding, Thor. You’re not pretentious or an asshole. You’re very sweet.” You can’t help but beam at him when his frown relaxes into his soft goofy grin.

“Where the hell is our damn coffee?” Steve suddenly grumbles and waves Kate over again.

He was just laughing. What’s with the mood shift? You watch his face light up again as Kate approaches. “We had three coffees, Kate, can you see what’s taking so long?”

The redhead blanches as she looks down at her tray. “Oh…I’m sorry, Steve. I think I forgot to put the order in. I’ll go put it in right now. I’m so…so sorry. Please forgive me.”

You stare at the redhead, astounded by her distraction with Steve. She’d been staring at him so hard she’d completely forgotten to put the order in? What kind of non-professional…

“It’s alright, Kate.” Steve assures her, his sweetest smile offered as she gives him a small shy smile of her own.

“I really hope that I haven’t ruined your opinion of me.” Kate suddenly throws out, unembarrassed to be making such declarations in front of two other people. One of which is you, a girl who clearly has some kind of personal relationship with him. “I want you to think only good things of me.”

“No harm done. And trust me, Kate, nothing but good things.” He assures her with a charming half-smile.

Your half-smile! Okay…maybe that was exaggeration, but you’d never seen him offer that smile to anyone but you when you were at the compound, working.

The ache in your chest has you up on your feet, the bagged letter shoved into the front pocket of your satchel as you pull the strap up onto your shoulder. “I’m gonna start on this right away. You can forget the third coffee.”

You don’t mean to spit your words at the redhead, but you do, and you don’t even feel bad about it.

“You’re leaving already?” Steve asks, sounding slightly disappointed.

“I should get started on the letter. And I don’t want to impose on you.” You look at Thor as you speak, unwilling to look at Steve to see what expression he might be wearing.

“Impose?” Steve sounds so confused but you won’t look at him.

“I’ll see you guys back at the compound.” You turn on your heel and as quickly as you can manage, you weave your way through the crowd of people coming in out of the freezing rain.

“Y/N?” Steve calls out to you, but you don’t stop and leave the shop as quickly as you possibly can.

“What the hell was that about?” Steve wonders, turning his gaze back to Thor.

Thor sits, shaking his head again at his friend, disappointment written across his ruggedly handsome face. “You, my dear friend, are a half-wit and I hope she never gives you the time of day.”

“What?” Steve demands confused more than ever.

Thor gets to his feet. “Dear Kate, I will not be requiring a coffee either.”

“Where are you going?” Steve asks, looking over at Kate who is already leaning over to the barista and cancelling the second coffee.

“To see my girl. I will not make the same mistakes my friends make. You are a good man, Steve. Just a bit stupid.” Thor moves for the door with no trouble. Everyone parts for him. He draws up his collar and disappears out into the rain.

Steve stares after Thor, wondering what the hell he could mean but when he sees your umbrella, forgotten in the wooden stand, Steve’s heart gives a sudden jolt. He’s up on his feet, racing for the door. He grabs your umbrella and without another word, he too disappears into the darkening afternoon.

Poor Kate moves towards the table, cup of coffee balanced carefully on her tray where no one is waiting.

“What the fuck?” She mutters, under her breath, then marches back to the counter in defeat.

“Y/N?” Steve’s voice makes you jump.

You accidentally tear the letter at the top and sigh heavily as you glare at the rip.

“Damn it.” You growl.

“There you are.” Steve says with a smile. He moves towards you where you’re leaning over your lab table where you’ve been rubbing swabs on the edges where fingers would have more than likely touched first.

“Where else am I supposed to be?” You ask, still grumpy from the coffee shop debacle a few hours ago.

“Nowhere. I just wasn’t sure you’d still be in here. But you’re always in here.” He shrugs. “Shoulda known better. Anything yet?”

You put the now torn letter aside and shake your head. “The last two swab samples are finishing up now. What are you doing here? I thought you’d be sipping java with your redhead.”

“Redhead? Oh, Kate? She’s nice.” He nods.

You hate him. You officially hate him and the redhead.

“But I don’t think I can be comfortable around her. She’s tires too hard. I want someone I can lounge on the sofa with. Someone who’ll watch movies with me. Excited because it’s usually the first time I’ve seen them.” He stops beside you, turning around to lean his back against your lab table. He’s fidgeting with something but you’re thinking about the description for the person he wants to be with. You and he love watching movies together. Well, you love watching movies with him and he’s never complained about your company. “Even when they’ve seen them a million times before.”

You look up at him and feel your chest tighten nervously. “Is that my umbrella?”

You finally focus on what he’s got in his hands and he nods, frowning at you. “You left without it. You’re going to get sick.”

“Me? Not possible. I’m resilient.” Almost as if it’s on cue, you double over with a sneeze.

“Right, resilient. And what the hell are you wearing?” He asks, outrage on his handsome face.

“What?” You look down at yourself. You’re wearing your lab coat. But he probably means what’s underneath it.

You had showered and changed into your satin pajamas, dark blue shorts and a matching button up shirt with a light pink embroidered line along the hem for embellishment. Your feet are covered with your fluffy white slippers. You’re warm!

“There’s nothing wrong with what I’m wearing.”

Steve frowns, placing your umbrella on the table and turns to face you, opening his mouth to argue. Before he can there’s a ding and with an excited jump you scamper over to the autosampler and push a few buttons on the touch display.

“Anything?” Steve asks.

You stare at the screen for a minute then turn to look at him. “Yeah but…” You suddenly realize what must have happened.

“Where did you say that you found the letter?” You put your hands on your hips and move towards him slowly, stopping only when you’re a foot away, staring up at his confused and handsome face.

“On Tony’s lab table. Why?”

“Because the samples returned Tibetan soil and germicidal solution.” You wait for him to realize what’s going on, but he stares at you in utter confusion.

“The attacker is from Tibet?” He asks, seriously.

“No, Steve. There is no attacker.” You begin to remove your lab coat and throw it over your stool and stretch your arms over your head. Steve’s expression changes as he watches you stretch, his eyes moving down along your torso then back up to your face. Why are his eyes dilated? “What other pretentious asshole do we know who probably has plenty reason to spend time in Tibet?”

Steve continues to stare down at you and it becomes so invasive that you cross your arms across your chest and wait for him to answer.

“Who?” He asks.

“I’m sure Stephen didn’t mean to surprise you and Thor, but he is the only other idiot I know that would use the word ‘felicitations’. Why can’t he just use ‘congratulations’ like other normal people? Dumbass.” You move around Steve, dropping your hands as you walk.

His hand suddenly grabs your wrist and he pulls you to a stop. “Where are you going?”

“To bed? I’m beat. I’ve been running around all day and then I spent the last six hours in here running tests on that stupid letter.” You look down at his hand around your wrist and wish he’d just grab you and kiss you. But he won’t. You gently pull your arm out of his grip. “Goodnight, Steve. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight.” He replies.

With disappointment tightening your chest, you find solace in at least the fact that the redhead, Kate, is no one to be worried about.

“It took you long enough. Do you have any idea how long I have been waiting for you to realize that you are utterly in love with our little forensics expert?” Thor gestures towards the doorway of Steve’s bedroom.

Steve looks over at it and knows that Thor is gesturing towards the kitchen where you’re busy baking to relieve some stress after all that nonsense with Strange’s letter.

“I guess I’m still as clueless as ever when it comes to dames.” Steve sighs, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck.

“Clueless you may be, but a further idiot you do not have to make yourself. No one is home. It is you, Y/N, and myself. In a moment I will leave you and I suggest you make a move. Any move. Tell her you love her, kiss her, embrace her, just do something. I can’t stand watching the two of you pining any longer.” Thor claps Steve on the shoulder and moves towards his door to take his leave.

Steve springs to his feet and tries to fight the fluttering of his heart as he takes in Thor’s carefully worded advice. “Wait, are you saying she likes me back?”

“Like?” Thor shakes his head again. “You’re both idiots.”

With that, Thor turns and leaves Steve standing in utter nervous excitement, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he searches for the confidence to make his move. He has to make it clear that you’re the one he wants. Not Kate, not any other girl he’s ever met. Just you.

You’re busy checking on the chocolate cakes baking in the professional grade oven that Tony spared no expense on in the kitchen. The smell is so intoxicating. Devil’s Food Cake is your best dish. It’s almost finished. Just a few more minutes. You’re so focused on your cake that you don’t notice as Thor sneaks down the hallway to the elevator and takes his leave.

You pull the cakes out two minutes before the ding of the timer.

Your hair pulled up into a messy bun you carefully pull the two round cakes out of their tins and place them on the cooling rack but even though you know that you should wait until the cakes have really cooled down before you start piling them up into a two-layered cake, you reach for your carving knife and very carefully cut the dome of the bottom layer away leaving a nice, flat, and even cake.

You set the slivers of cut cake aside on a smaller plate before you pile the cake up.

“What the hell is that smell?” Steve’s voice shocks you again and you jump.

“Jesus, Steve, don’t you knock?” You demand, irritated with how easily he scares you.

“I live here.” He sasses you. He stops behind you, peeking over your shoulder at the chocolate cake, smiling that stupid half-smile that he gave to Kate. It irritates you because you’d thought that was your smile. Now you’re wondering how often he smiles like that outside of the compound. “That looks good. What kind of frosting are you going to use?”

“Frosting? I’m not going to use any frosting.

“What?!” He demands, somewhat outraged.

You push the cake to the side and turn to hop up onto the counter, then pull the wooden tray up onto your lap, the cake perfectly balanced at the center.

“It doesn’t need any frosting. It’s sweet enough as it is. This is my Devil’s Food Cake!” You assure him. You don’t need to add anything. It’s already perfect.

“You can’t not add frosting. It’s not cake without frosting.” He moves closer, standing in front of you to look down at the un-iced cake, his hands on his hips.

“Fine. You want proof?” You reach over and pull the small plate with the slivers of shaved cake, grab a decent sized piece and hold it out for him to take. “Here, try it.”

Your heart stutters as he places his right hand on your left next to your hip on the counter. He eyes the offered cake then looks up into your eyes. The amused intensity of his sparkling blue eyes ties a knot in your chest making it hard to swallow. He places his other hand on your other side, his thumb gently grazing your hip as he leans in towards you.

He opens his mouth and before you can pull back, he closes his mouth around the cake and the tips of your fingers.

Butterflies tumble violently in your stomach making you feel as if you’re floating. He pulls back, licking his lips as you sit frozen on the counter, your chest burning with a sudden desire.

“You know what?” You’re right.” He admits, nodding and twisting his mouth in defeat, not oblivious of the state that he’s put you in. There’s a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “You’re sweet enough without it.”

He pulls back fully and moves towards the living room across the meeting room as you continue to sit, still frozen on the kitchen counter.

“What do you wanna watch?” He asks. His questions snaps you back to reality and you spring from the counter, shoving the cake onto the counter as you storm after him.

He’s already sitting on the long sofa, flipping through the selection of movies on the T.V. with a furrowed brow.

“You can’t just do that and walk away from me, Steve. What the hell was that?”

“What was what?” He asks, innocently.

“What thing with-with-with your mouth and the cake and my fingers?”

“I was tasting it.” He shrugs.

“Am I just a joke to you?” You demand. Your heart aches slightly, wondering if he knows how much you think about him. Always, he’s on your mind. What he just did…that teasing…

“Well, you are pretty funny.” He says, that half-smile back.

“Oh, screw you, Steve.” You turn sharply on the ball of your foot to storm out of that living room, but Steve’s hand is once again on your wrist, stopping you from moving.

Without warning he yanks you back so that your legs hit his left knee and you tumble backwards onto the sofa, landing on your back. Slowly Steve leans himself over you, lifting your legs with his right arm so that you’re lying on the sofa completely.

“What are you doing?” Your pounding heart tells you that you know what he’s doing. But you want him to say it. You want to know you’re not wrong.

“Making my move.” He explains, quietly.

Before you can reply he leans down and presses a sensual kiss to your throat. You gasp and try to remember how to breathe.

“How long have you liked me, Y/N?” He whispers against your throat, his breath tickling your skin and making it erupt into goosebumps.

You have trouble finding your voice for a second. “A long time.”

Steve kisses your throat again then pulls back, licking his lips as he stares down into your eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He reaches up, caressing the sides of your face as he works his right knee between your legs to lay himself on you a bit more comfortably.

“I was afraid that you wouldn’t like it, me liking you. You’re way out of my league.” You insist.

Steve smiles your half-smile and he shakes his head. “Trust me, Y/N, if anyone is unqualified, it’s me. I’ve loved you since almost the first moment I set my eyes on you.”

Love?!

“Can I show you?” He whispers, leaning down to whisper against your lips.

You’re so intoxicated with him and the way you can taste your cake on his breath.

“Show me.” You plead, and he closes the space between your lips, kissing you with so much desire that you’re sure he’s wanted you just as much as you’ve wanted him.

His hands trace the shape of your hip before he hooks his hand around your thigh, slides it down to rest behind your knee and lifts your leg to wrap it around his waist.

As Steve presses himself between your legs, drawing a muffled moan from your lips, you’re sure of one thing; When Steve Rogers decides to make a move, he makes a move.

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She's Not Mine

Steve Rogers x plus size reader

Thor x plus size reader

When Steve can’t sleep, he decides to surf the web as a distraction but discovers something very very interesting on a site called OnlyFans

Warnings: SMUT, sex tapes, secret relationship, pining, m masterbation, unprotected sex, porn, anal (m receiving), shibari, dildos, steve just is a hint of bisexual, rough sex, grinding, mention of bullets and gunshot wounds

WC: 2.1k

Minors DNI

Steve was restless. Too much adrenaline and maybe a hint of sexual frustration. It didn’t help that he had been on a mission with you for a solid week, playing the part of a married couple. And with there being only one room, he couldn’t really get himself off as often as he would have liked to.

By the time the two of you had returned to the compound, Steve was almost permanently hard and having to constantly tuck his throbbing erection into his waistband to keep you from seeing it. 

He had already rubbed one out in the shower and once in bed, his cum now cold against his stomach but he didn’t feel like cleaning himself up just yet. Sighing, he reached over and grabbed his phone. The brightness blinded him for a moment before his blue eyes adjusted. He quickly turned on Do Not Disturb.

The usual videos he enjoyed now seemed dull in comparison to the images of you that flashed behind his eyelids, so he turned off his phone once more and thought about you. The little shorts you wore to bed that rode up your plump ass beautifully. Steve’s hand inched downwards to his rapidly swelling cock. The way you would walk out of the shower with just a tiny white towel wrapped around your generous curves. He groaned as his calloused fingers brushed against the sensitive underside of his dick.

You never knew how much he studied you, how his eyes would fixate on everything you did. “Fuck, doll.” The tips of his fingers gripped the side of his cock, squeezing tightly until he was on the border of pain. Pleasure twisted in his lower stomach like a knot slowly being pulled taught. 

He could see your face clearly as his eyes fluttered shut. He watched as you thrashed beneath him, crying out as his hips rolled into yours, his cock plunging deep into your tight cunt. Steve could almost feel the flutter of your pussy, the bite of your nails digging into his skin.

He was panting now, hips rolling into his hand as pre-cum leaked from his tip. He could feel his balls drawing up. He was close, just needed one more push to leap over the edge. Your eyes flickered open. “Steve.” You moaned but your voice sounded wrong, too robotic. His eyebrows scrunched in concentration.

“Please Steve.” Your face was emotionless, blank. 

“Shit.” The knot in his stomach unwound and slipped through his fingers. With a growl, he released his cock which was still painfully hard. The visions of you vanished quickly and he was only left with a deep feeling of dissatisfaction and guilt.

He lifted his phone up once more and absentmindedly opened up twitter and switched to his private account. Naked men and women filled his screen but tonight, none of them were peaking his interest until he reached the bottom of his timeline and a new account was being recommended. 

He couldn’t see their faces but the way that the man and woman fit together, her soft, plump body pressed tightly against his abs as he towered over her, made Steve pause. The woman had the same body type as you. Without thinking, he clicked on the profile. 

Bunny and Bear. The name was cute and fitting. The man looked massive from the few photos that were on the page. He was all muscles and dark blonde hair. While she was soft and wide. They were polar opposites but fit together so well. And if Steve concentrated hard enough, he could picture himself as Bear and you as Bunny. 

His cock throbbed at the thought. He kept scrolling through their profile but all of the photos had them were nothing too scandalous. His hand around her throat, her straddling him in a skirt and what was obviously his shirt. Only the bottom half of their faces were visible in each tempting image so Steve couldn’t identify who they were.

There was no hesitation in his actions as he clicked the link above the photo. He trembled with excitement as he threw his credit card information at the website, not caring that Tony would eventually find out and rouse on him. 

After a few moments, his vision was filled with video after video of the couple, their naked bodies frozen in place behind an opaque play button, each with a small title above them describing the video. 

‘Tied up and used’: red ropes held Bunny in place as white cum dripped down her body. 

‘Bear was being bad’: his muscular back was bent in a perfect arch, a large dildo half-way inside him.

‘Bath time for bunny’: she lay in an empty tub, bear’s arm only partially visible as he held the shower head to her clit.

Steve was hypnotised as he scrolled through the feed. Which one would he start with? Just as he was about to click on ‘Cockwarming on a cold winter’s day’, another title caught his eye.

Bunny was folded in half on her back, her large stomach cradled between her plump thighs as bear pushed her legs back, exposing her pussy to him as the tip of his massive cock was notched at her entrance. ‘Bunny gets bred’.

Steve swore that he went light-headed for a moment as the blood in his body rushed south to his angry cock. His hands were shaking as he pressed play and his screen went black. Already, he had a hand wrapped around himself, lazily stroking his length.

The camera showed a large bed in the middle of the room. Bunny quickly appeared in frame and Steve’s breath hitched. She was dressed in skimpy blue and red lingerie that did nothing to hide her pebbled nipples and… wait. Steve paused and then his eyes widened comically. Her nipples were pierced.

He groaned, his head falling back against his pillow. Would you pierce your nipples? Would you wear those novelty barbells with his shield on them for him? She did a little spin for the camera, showing off the way the g-string of her lingerie rode up between her full ass cheeks. 

A shiver rolled up Steve’s spine. Bear’s thick arm wrapped around her wide hips and tugged her backwards so he could hold his hard body against her soft one. His lips descended onto her neck, laying gentle kisses to her skin.

Her head rolled back, exposing more of herself to both the camera and her partner. Steve worked his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched. He hoped you would react the same way if he ever got the privilege to touch you. Quiet sighs escaped her parted lips as bear’s kisses became nibbles and then full on bites.

Bruises bloomed along the delicate skin of her throat, her skin getting darker with them as more and more were sucked into her skin. One of her hands crawled up his thick arm to bury itself in his blond hair, pulling it just hard enough to elicit a hiss of pain from the larger man. 

“Naughty.” He purred in a voice strangely familiar to Steve. She cried out as his teeth sunk into her throat. Steve’s cock throbbed at the sound. Huge hands inched up her stomach and gently brushed against the flimsy fabric.

A tear came through the speakers of his phone and Steve’s breathing stopped. Bear had ripped the lingerie clean off of her, leaving her completely exposed in front of the camera. She looked exactly like how he pictured your naked body in his head. Perfect, big, beautiful, soft, everything.

Her lips curled up into a smirk and the video cut.

The next shot was a closer view of the bed but still allowed for both of their faces to be mostly out of frame. Bunny was straddling bear against the headboard, her hands tangled in his long hair as they kissed. His own kneaded the flesh of her ass, pushing and pulling her in a rocking motion against his bare cock.

Steve’s hips bucked into his hand, he was already getting close, too wrapped up in the fantasy that it was you and him on that bed, not two strangers. “Fuck fuck fuck.” His body burned with pleasure, unable to stop his orgasm from screaming towards him.

Bear growled, biting down on her bottom lip as he tugged her forward enough for the tip of his cock to be seen from between her legs. Bunny pulled away with a gasp and bear wasted no time. His lips moved to her tits, licking at the soft flesh before enveloping her nipple into his mouth. His long hair kept Steve from seeing his face.

Bunny’s hips rolled against him, beautiful moans filling the room. “Please.” She begged softly, keeping her voice at a whisper. An arm wound around her waist to keep her close as bear moved so she was now on her back and he hovered above her, his mouth still firmly attached to her skin.

Her legs quickly wrapped around his thin hips but he was far stronger than her so he pried them apart, pinning her knees to the bed beside him. Steve squeezed the base of his cock as tight as he could, desperately trying to keep himself from exploding before the main event. 

He could now clearly see the man’s dick as it rested on her large stomach, the uncut tip landing right on her belly button, leaving thick globs of pre-cum. His considerable length was already coated in her wetness. It was hypnotic, how would that even fit inside her?

“Are you ready to take me little one?” Steve moaned. His abs rippled as he jerked himself off. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer, he needed to cum. 

“Always.” She answered, her hips canting upwards so he slipped between her lips. Bear didn’t respond verbally, instead he lifted her legs up so he could press them forward, her knees resting by her ears. Were you that flexible? 

There was only a moment's pause as he lined himself up and then he surged forward. Bunny screamed and Steve came. He moaned and thrashed on the bed, dropping his phone as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him in the best orgasm he had ever had.

His hand slowed, drawing out his ecstasy for as long as he could until the twinges of overstimulation fired in his lower stomach. He could hear the video still playing, wet slaps and grunts that he felt indifferent towards now that post-nut clarity was hitting him.

“I’m an awful person.” He whined to no one in particular, the guilt of imagining you in such lewd situations when you had never shown any romantic interest towards him. It didn’t help that you were one of the kindest and innocent people he had ever met. He had never even witnessed you going on a date, let alone having sex.

Sighing, he picked up his phone, fully intending to cancel the subscription and then avoid you for a couple days but something caught his eye. Bunny had a scar on the underside of her right leg that was only visible now that she was bent in half and the lighting allowed for the puckered flesh to be picked up by the camera.

The circular mark was obviously from a bullet. Steve knew that scar, after all he was there when you got it, he was the one that pulled the bullet from your leg in the middle of a mission.

“Holy fuck.” He muttered and bear moved in just the right way and allowed him to see the jawline and eyes he knew very well.

Bunny and Bear. You and Thor.

Quickly, he shut down the app. But the image was still burned into his mind. And he would hate to admit it out loud, but now that he knew it was you and one of his closest friends, that made it even hotter. 

How long have you two been doing this? When did you even start dating? Was it really dating or just sex? And the most shameful question circled in his mind before he could stop it. Would you let him watch? Let him join?

He flicked off DND and was fully intending to shower away those shameful thoughts but several text messages from you popped up on his screen. Against his better judgments, he opened them.

‘Is this you?’ There was a screenshot of a notifications page with the username he had chosen for OnlyFans at the top, saying that he had subbed to the page. Terror ripped through his stomach. You knew.

Then followed by: ‘I hope you’re enjoying yourself Captain’

‘It’s been a while so you must be’ That was only two minutes ago.

Suddenly another image came through. You were sitting on Thor’s lap and he could clearly see the way your pussy was stretched around his cock as Thor’s massive hands held you down. Both of you were smiling wickedly, like you knew a secret he wasn’t privy to. ‘Join us?’

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[pietrotheavenger]

voices

summary: when your soulmate sings, you can hear it.

pairings: au!bucky barnes x fem!reader, thor x steve

warnings: swearing, alcohol

a/n: it’s currently midnight and if you know me then you know i HATE revising my work. i wrote this in one sitting and i cannot be bothered to revise this. don’t be mean pls

bucky’s soulmate was always singing. always. he liked to think that she did it on purpose, to entertain him. he absolutely loved listening to her singing. he never listened to music because of her. he didn’t want to listen to something that wasn’t her. she made music into something special to him. he wanted to keep the songs that she sang to him a secret. he didn’t want to hear them on the radio. he learned new songs from her, all the time. but, sometimes her constant singing was inconvenient.

he was out getting coffee with one of his friends, sam. they were chatting when she started singing. bucky held up a finger and pointed to his ear. “she’s singing,” he whispered.

“it’s been too much, i’ve been on the side, and i’m waiting.”

“man, she’s always singing,” sam rolled his eyes.

“i swear she has the most beautiful voice i’ve ever heard. plus, i love this song,” the brunette responded, twirling his hair around his finger as he softly sang along.

“i’ve got a little time, maybe all night, if i’m patient.”

“you know what? maybe i’ll sing to my soulmate,” sam scoffed, and began singing. he crossed his arms over his chest as he sang some random pop song.

“what’s on your mind? i can never read you.”

the distant smile didn’t leave bucky’s face as he closed his eyes. he savored her voice. she faltered slightly when he began singing back to her, but continued on. he had his moments of singing, but they had never sung together before. it was a common thing between soulmates to do duets.

“i always leave you crying when we fight, but i don’t mean to.”

sometimes, soulmates dreamt of each other. he yearned to see her in his dreams. he knew that they didn’t have the connection that others had. one of his friends, natasha and her soulmate were always singing to each other. they developed their soulmate bond and she dreamt of her soulmate.

“no, love don’t come easy. especially when you’re loving me.”

bucky was itching to meet her. he had been waiting his whole life. he was ready. he already felt such immense love towards her just by hearing her singing. he melted on the inside every time she started up.

“it’s never enough for the both of us, so sorry. couldn’t have known it would ever be this hard.”

if he didn’t hear her sing at least once a day, he would panic. it was quite unusual, but he understood that sometimes she would get busy, or maybe she was feeling sick, or maybe sad. none of those thoughts were able to reassure him. in those rare cases, he would sing to her.

“we had it all but we lost and that’s our fault.”

he hoped that she liked his singing, and that it comforted her. throughout his childhood, his parents would always listen to frank sinatra, so that’s what he would sing to her. when he was done, she would sing back a few lines of the chorus to let him know she was there but not wanting to sing, or a whole song.

“i should be here waiting for you to answer my call. but i’m never giving up on what, i’ve been focusing on putting me first.”

his parents were soulmates and they would always sing frank sinatra to each other. he liked that he shared something so special to his parents, with his own soulmate. she didn’t know it, of course, but he still found it heartwarming.

“still could never see you with somebody else. i can’t even live with being by myself. that’s the part of me that really needs your help.”

“is she done yet?” sam questioned.

“no, hush,” bucky replied.

“lately, i haven’t been doing very well. that’s the difference between heaven and hell.”

“aren’t you singing to your girl?” bucky stopped his quiet singing to quickly ask his friend.

“i feel heaven when you’re here with me. i feel hell every time you leave.”

“she started singing, ‘shut up,’ to me,” sam grumbled. bucky let out a deep belly laugh.

“but i need to get you off of my back. i gotta get you off of my back.”

he had heard her giggle once. he believed it to be a mistake of the soulmate bond. he had also heard stories where the bond mistook laughter for music. her laugh sounded like little bells ringing. he knew that he shouldn’t love someone that he didn’t know, but he couldn’t help it. she was already so perfect.

“wished that we would never take it this far. here we are, going back and forth.”

some people had romantic relationships before they met their soulmate. bucky didn’t understand this. there’s one person specifically made for every person on the planet, why can’t they just wait to meet them? those flimsy relationships will be worth nothing to how someone feels when they’re with their soulmate.

“i hoped we would never make it this far. but now, i gotta find my worth.”

he truly wanted nothing more than to meet her. he wanted to feel complete. like a whole person. his parents had both said that when they were with each other, they felt at peace with themselves. he desired that with all of his being.

“she’s done,” bucky smiled. “i can’t wait to meet her. and i can’t wait for you to hear her singing.”

“don’t get ahead of yourself, barnes.”

-

if he didn’t know that the voice in his head was his soulmate, bucky would’ve wholeheartedly believed that his childhood best friend, steve, was his soulmate. there was no one who understood him quite like steve. they had been through everything together. but, alas, the voice in bucky’s head was feminine, and steve had met his soulmate, thor, in high school. it was steve and thor who dragged him out of the house on a friday night that was just like all the others. lately, all of his days seemed to bleed into one. he could feel himself edging towards a downward spiral. his friends could feel it, too.

“the only problem is i see you in colors that don’t exist,” she began singing while thor was speaking to bucky. he zoned out for a moment as she continued.

“in colors that don’t even exist, girl. i see the future in your eyes. i see my past and all my sins. i swear to god, i see god when you’re touching on my skin.”

“bucky? you there?” thor raised an eyebrow. he lifted his beer up to his mouth.

“sorry, she was singing to me,” he sheepishly apologized.

“it’s okay. i used to have to lay down every time steve sang to me,” thor gazed lovingly at his soulmate who was making conversation with the bartender.

“that bad, huh?” bucky joked. “where are we, anyway?” he asked, looking around. she began humming in his ear, and he tried his hardest to pay attention to the blond man in front of him.

“it’s a new karaoke bar! steve heard about it from his coworkers, i believe,” he replied. he stroked his beard before asking, “have you been to one before?”

bucky innocently shook his head, brown locks swaying back and forth. “i’ve seen them in movies, though.”

“you’ll have so much fun! we should do a duet,” thor insisted. “no, a trio.”

“i don’t know about that,” bucky laughed nervously.

just then, steve came over, handing bucky a beer. he gave thor a kiss and said, “what’re you lot talking about?”

“bucky agreed to doing a group performance!” thor exclaimed.

“actually-” the man in question began, but was cut off by his best friend.

“fuck yeah! what’s the game plan?” steve’s childish smile reminded bucky so much of their upbringing together, that he let himself get roped into the singing triad. he nursed his beer as his friends argued over a song. he ended up ordering two shoes of vodka and threw them back to accelerate his getting drunk process.

“thanks for joining us today, buck,” steve beamed. “i know that sometimes it’s hard for you to reach out when you need us, but we’re always here for you. i’m with you ‘til the end of the line, pal,” he put his hand on his shoulder.

bucky opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by a shout from the stage. “hello new york!” a small brunette lady was the owner of the voice. she was clearly intoxicated as was her giggling friend, standing next to her. he was immediately transfixed by her friend. her lips were painted red and curved into the prettiest smile he’d ever seen. she wore a silk powder blue top which she tied in a knot at the top of her flattering black jeans. the top buttons of her blouse were undone, revealing her collarbones and allowing her to show off some layered necklaces. she teetered in a pair of forest green heeled boots, excitedly bouncing from one foot to another. “i am jane foster, and this is y/n y/l/n!” the original lady yelled into her microphone.

“hi, i’m y/n,” she smiled and waved, laughing. her word were slightly slurring together. bucky repeated her name to himself, under his breath.

“and we are,” jane began by herself but was joined by y/n for the last word, “*NSYNC!” the beginning chords of it’s gonna be me were being played.

“you might have been hurt, babe. that ain’t no lie!” jane sang very loudly. their group of friends near the stage cheered. y/n blew them a kiss before stumbling and regaining her balance and collapsing into giggles as jane continued through the song. “you’ve seen them all come and go, oh. i remember you told me that it made you believe in no man, no cry. maybe that’s why…”

y/n began singing with jane for the chorus and the minute he heard her voice, he got goosebumps. his soulmate sang right along in his head. “every little thing i do never seems enough for you. you don’t want to lose it again. but i’m not like them. baby, when you finally get to love somebody. guess what? it’s gonna be me.”

“wait a fucking minute,” he said to himself, his eyebrows drawing together.

she began her solo, “you’ve got no choice, babe. but to move on, and you know, there ain’t no time to waste. you’re just too blind to see but in the end, you know it’s gonna be me. you can’t deny so just tell me why.”

they went into the chorus for the second time and bucky jumped out of his seat and screamed into steve’s face. “that’s my fucking soulmate!” and pointed at the stage.

“are you serious?” steve gaped.

“yes!”

“justin or jc?”

“jc!”

“it’s our turn next!” thor yelled, grabbing both of their hands and pulling them through the bar to the side of the stage.

“that’s my soulmate,” bucky whispered as she took her bows and staggered off the other side of the stage before he was pushed onto it and handed a microphone. he held onto the microphone like he would die if he let go.

“how are we feeling!” steve howled. thor talked to whoever was in charge of the music on the side before jumping up. “we are steve,” the said man placed his hand on his chest before pointing to his best friend, who was looking quite like a deer in the headlights, “bucky!” he finally gestured to his soulmate, “and thor!” the music started up and the crowd screamed in recognition.

“i can’t stop this feeling deep inside of me. girl, you just don’t realize what you do to me,” steve and thor sang together. steve looked at bucky encouragingly, wrapping his arms around his shoulder as he shakily began singing, looking straight into the crowd and at her. “when you hold me, in your arms so tight. you let me know everything’s alright. i’m hooked on a feeling.”

she was chatting to one of her friends but when he started singing, she whipped her head to the stage, her eyes wide and her lips parted. they made eye contact for the first time and electricity passed between them. he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. he kept singing, just letting his mouth move. he didn’t know if he was singing the right thing, but by the look of joy on steve’s face, he knew he was doing something right. he let his gaze fall away from her before it flickered back. he drank her right up.

when their song was completed, they linked hands and bowed in front of the crowd. bucky practically jumped off of the stage at the first opportunity he got. she had rushed up him, grasping his arm. “did you hear me?” she asked.

“i can’t hear you, it’s too loud!” he yelled back.

she pulled him away from the stage, to the bar, before repeating her question. “did you hear me?” he nodded his head. he returned the question and she nodded back. “are you my soulmate?” her voice was so quiet that he wasn’t entirely sure if he heard her.

“only if you don’t mind me singing frank sinatra all the time,” bucky responded.

her face broke into a smile and she threw her arms around his neck. he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight. he deeply inhaled, savoring every moment. when she pulled away, he gingerly placed his hand on her cheek, slowly moving it to thread his fingers through her hair. he dipped his head down and whispered, “is this okay?” his breath was hot on her lips. she nodded. his lips met hers and for a moment, the universe burned white-hot.

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Iron

Steve x reader x Thor

One more supernatural themed story coming in the next few days!

You were the only one of your kind on Earth. You might even be the last of the fae on Earth, but that didn’t bother you. It made you feel unique rather than different. You could do things no-one else could.

You’d met Clint years ago and knowing what you were and what you could do, he’d introduced you to The Avengers. This is where you met Steve and Thor. They were the sweetest men alive and they loved you. 

Your relationship was perfect, well, except for one thing.

Your boys were giants. That was what you swore every day, even if you knew the reality. While most people did see the men to be quite tall, 6’6 and 6’2 respectively, when it came to the three of your heights everyone knew you were just short.

Your kind weren’t exactly known for making people tall enough to ride a roller-coaster, but for your kind you were quite tall. Being fae wasn’t a bad thing, no quite the opposite. Sure, it came with some minor setbacks, standing at 4’11, iron and the fact many people associated you with a little blonde in a green dress.

But your boys didn’t care. Neither did the team. Because you were Y/N, you were just Y/N to them.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked, startling you at the sudden noise. Tightly gripping the shelf, you narrowed your eyes slightly as you turned to face the man.

“I was trying to make breakfast, but you two giants keep putting the things up too high.” You pouted as Steve came over and helped you off the counter. He pulled the cups and plates off the shelf and placed them on the bench as you raised a brow at him.

“You shouldn’t sit on the counter, you could fall.” Steve sighed. “Why didn’t you just fly to get them? Or use magic to get the things down.”

“I didn’t think to use any magic. And besides my wing is still ripped.” You said, wrapping the non-injured one around you and gently touching the still injured one.

“Are you sure you can’t heal this sweetheart?” Steve asked, reaching out to gently touch the torn wing. “I’ve seen you do some incredible things with your magic, why not this?”

“I wish I could fix it but if I do that it’ll become weaker, until one day it just tears right off.” You explained, folding the delicate wings back into your back. “Just some shitty rule my crappy parents explained before dumping me here.”

Steve didn’t say anything as he knew your parents were a subject you liked to be left well enough alone. He did pull you into his arms and kiss you gently causing you to smile.

“Why don’t you go and wake up our prince and I’ll make us breakfast?” You suggested, leaning your head back to gaze at the man. “I’ll make those pancakes you both like.” You added, getting a soft smile in response.

“Okay sweetheart.” He said, kissing you before leaving the room. Smiling to yourself you made about beginning breakfast. it was easy. It was a task you could lose yourself in. A task where you could forget the rest of the world and the rest of the world’s problems. And you did.

“Crap.” You cursed, realizing you forgot some of the ingredients on the top shelves. Not wanting to disturb Steve or Thor you turned the stove off and climbed the counter again. You’d almost grabbed the ingredient when a set of hands dragged you off the counter. “Shit!” You shrieked in surprise.

“My lady, I do believe that’s not safe.” Thor said, holding you tight against his chest. “A fall from that height could kill you.”

“It is not that far a jump and I am not that short.” You huffed, turning in his arms. Leaning back, you had to strain your neck to look up at him fully, but you it was worth the slight crick in your neck to see the disheveled Asgardian prince.

“I thought I told you to stay off the counters.” Steve scolded, standing next to Thor. “You could seriously injury yourself.”

“I just needed to reach some things. If you two giants didn’t place them on the very top shelve then I wouldn’t have to climb the counter.” You complained, pulling out of Thor’s arms. “It’s not my fault I’m a bit shorter than you both.”

“A bit shorter?” Steve snorted, you snapped your head to the man and glared at him.

“If you finish that sentence, I will end you.” You threatened. Steve raised his hands in surrender as Thor smiled at the two of you.

“I love you sweetheart.” Steve said sweetly, pulling you into his arms.

“Yeah, yeah.” You smiled as Thor wrapped his arms around the both of you.

“I love you both, Steven and lady Y/N.” Thor said loudly.

“Love you too, Thor.” You both replied.

“How about I make breakfast?” Steve suggested, pulling back slightly. “Just to ensure no-one falls off a counter or burns the kitchen.”

“Marvelous plan, Steven.” Thor cheered, kissing him quickly before taking a seat at the table. Quickly he pulled you onto his lap and rested his chin on your head. “Though you may not like the height you are, I love how small your frame is against mine.” He murmured into your ear as Steve bustled around the kitchen.

“That’s sweet honey.” You said, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. “But still you’re both too tall.” You added with a smile as he laughed.

“Are you sure you don’t want one of us to come?” Steve asked, walking beside you. “Because I’ll gladly come.”

“As would I.” Thor agreed from your other side. “I thought you said you hadn’t spoken to your brother in almost two centuries.

“I haven’t. The last time I saw him he was scaring townspeople and making them believe he was the devil.” You supplied. “But it’s been almost two centuries and he’s a thousand years old now, he’s probably matured since.” You added, moving in front of them and taking one of their hands. “I appreciate the offer, but I can go on my own.”

“It’s just we get worried and you said he wasn’t exactly the nicest growing up.” Steve sighed, kissing your knuckles.

“What sibling is ever the nicest?” You asked with a smirk.

“She has a point, Steven.” Thor pointed out, looking at the super soldier.

“I get your both protective, but it’s just lunch.” You repeated, hovering slightly to kiss them both. “I’m a big fae, I can handle myself.”

“Alright, I’m sorry sweetheart, you know I’m a worrier.” He said, shaking his head slightly. “Have a good lunch sweetheart.”

“Have fun my lady.” Thor said, kissing your cheek. “Do not worry, I shall keep Steven busy.”

“Sounds like you’ll be having more fun than I will.” You smirked before going to leave. “Love you, boys.” You called with a wave.

“Love you Y/N.”

It was only lunch, what could possibly go wrong?

Everything. Everything could go wrong.

You’d met your brother at a park near the Avengers Tower, a neutral place, and he’d greeted you’d friendly and suggested you go the restaurant for lunch. You hadn’t even got into the car before he’d injected you with iron and you were out.

When you woke up, he was trying to sell you to a bunch of fae hunters in his steed. You had to fight your way out of the situation and ended up with a couple iron bullets in your body. The pain was excruciating but you had to make your way back to the Tower.

Using what little strength, you had, you teleported to the outside of the Tower. Holding your stomach, you dragged yourself back into the building to hear ‘Y/N!’

Natasha ran over to you and helped you into the elevators. “What happened?” She demanded, placing her hand over one of your bleeding wounds.

“My brother’s a jackass.” You supplied with a small grin.

“We need to get you to Bruce.” She said going to press Bruce’s number.

“No, not Bruce.” You cut in, grabbing her hand. “Need Steve and Thor.”

“Y/N, you could bleed out. You need to see Bruce.” Natasha said firmly, narrowing her eyes at you.

“Then get him on our floor. Steve and Thor can help get the iron out of my system.” You told her, pressing your floor number. Natasha told JARVIS to send Bruce to your floor and to hurry as it was an emergency, just as the elevator opened.

“Steve! Thor!” Natasha yelled, sitting you down on the couch. “Get out here and bring towels!”

“Tasha, what’s going on?” Steve asked, coming out of the bedroom with Thor right behind him. The two stopped in their tracks at the sight of your bloody form. “Towels, now!” She repeated.

“And my potions kit.” You added, both boys snapping back to life at the sound of your voice.

Steve ran back into the bedroom to follow her command and Thor rushed over, kneeling in front of you.

“My lady, who did this to you? What happened?” He demanded, applying pressure to your thigh.

“I was right, my brother has changed. He tried to sell me to some fae hunters. I was shot with some iron bullets and injected with iron before I got out.” You answered as Steve ran in and Bruce arrived.

Bruce having heard the last of you explanation was in full doctor mode. “Where were you shot and did they make an exit wound?” He asked, taking Thor’s spot in front of you.

“Shoulder, thigh and stomach. I think the shoulder one got out.” You replied, groaning as Bruce began looking at them.

“We really need to get you into the infirmary.” Bruce started, applying pressure to your stomach.

“No infirmary, you just need to get the bullets out. I can heal them myself but you need to get them out. That’s the only way I can heal myself.” You said, reaching for the potions kit. Grabbing the knife out of the kit, you handed it to the doctor.

“Steve, move that table, Tash, lay some towels on the ground.” Bruce ordered. Both people quickly moved to follow his instructions. “Thor, I’m going to need you to hold down because this is going to hurt.” He added, helping you off the couch.

Thor gently took you from Bruce’s hold and sat on the floor, laying your head on his lap. Bruce set about getting bullet out of your stomach as Thor held you tightly.

“Steve, in my bag, there’s a bottle called dittany. Can you please find that?” You asked, turning your head to the blonde. Steve quickly dug through the bag and showed you the small bottle. “That’s the one. Steve, I need you to pour a couple drops on my shoulder.”

“How are doing there Y/N?” Natasha asked, taking one of your hands in hers. 

“Oh you know, having my bloodstream be poisoned by iron.” You said sarcastically. “Just another day at the office.”

“Got it.” Bruce said, getting the bullet out of your stomach. “One more.” He promised.

“You are doing so well, my love.” Thor cooed, pushing the hair out of your face.

“Steve, dittany.” You gasped, attempting to jerk away in pain. He quickly poured a few drops on the wound and watched as it began to heal.

“And that’s it.” Bruce said, pulling the last bullet out. Steve moved over and poured another few drops onto the last wound. You didn’t move, only let out a long sigh at the relief you felt.

“Thank you Bruce, thank you Tash.” You murmured, suddenly feeling very weak. Thor lifted you from the ground and cradled you, gently, in his arms.

“I’ll take her to the bedroom.” He said, nodding to Steve. He laid you on the bed and moved over to grab you some new clothes. “My love, if I ever see that brother of yours he shall reap the day he was born.” 

“You don’t have to do anything, Thor.” You said, watching him move around.

“He hurt you, my love, he deserves to be punished.” Thor said firmly, turning to watch as you pushed yourself up, on one arm.

“Thor, you don’t have to do anything because he’s already dead.” You stated, pushing yourself up further. “And I’m the reason he’s dead.” You added, taking a deep breath, before bursting into tears.

Thor sat on the bed next to you and wrapped his arms around you. He allowed you to cry into his shoulder and only whispered soothing words into your ear. At some point Steve came in, sat on your other side and wrapped his arms around you too.

“I’m sorry.” You laughed, tears still streaming down your face. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“You don’t need to be sorry, sweetheart.” Steve whispered, kissing you on the head. After several minutes the tears stopped and you just sat in their arms, enjoying the warmth they provided.

“I love you two.” You said, breaking the silence. “I love you my giants.” You continued, kissing them both on the shoulder, the highest you could reach without moving.

“I love you, my little pixie.” Steve said, leaning down to kiss you on the head.

“I love you as well, my nymph.” Thor declared, kissing you in the spot as Steve had. “I love you too, Steven.” Thor continued, leaning over to kiss Steve.

“I love you too, honey.” He said once they pulled apart. The three of you stayed in the position, quietly talking together, until you fell asleep. You were tucked into both their sides and they were cuddled around you. 

And this is were you enjoyed being smaller than the two because it made you feel warm and it made you feel safe.

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Coming soon; 

Natasha x reader x Wanda

Bucky x reader x Steve x Sam

Natasha x reader x Bucky

Steve x reader x Natasha

New Date Night series coming soon.

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This is great! I love thor and steve both getting a piece of the action. They play so well together.

Kinktober 4: Double Penetration

Masterlist 

Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers X OFC X Thor Odinson 

Warnings: Double penetration, smut 

Summary: A little overindulgence never hurt anyone, especially after the world almost came to an end.

A/N: Nothing but a quick fuck.

Words:+1,200 

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After half the known population of earth had disappeared into wisp of ash, she had come here; New York, for whatever reason and found a job at the compound housing none other than the Avengers. Well what was left. The heated hand wrapping around the nape of her neck belonging to none other the Captain America. 

“Steve,” she began but was cut short by the harsh grip as she was tugged down the quiet corridor and didn’t resist. The fact the sexual tension was so thick they could taste it explained all they needed to know. 

The door leading into Steve’s room slammed shut behind them as he paused to pull her back flush to his front. His body burned hot through the clothes they both wore and made her shiver. The hand on her neck snaked around to pull her head to his chest, his heartbeat erratic.

This was something he had never done. Yes, Steve had been following the thick framed woman since she came there. Something about her made him want to take her like a savage. 

“Tell me you want this,” panted the captain, hot breath fanning over her ear while calloused thumb rubbed along her jaw possessively.

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Forever and Always

Steve Rogers x Reader x Thor

Summary- You spend a night with Thor and Steve and now you are dealing with the complications of it.

Message- Here’s my new poly-oneshot. Sorry if it sucks!

Warnings- readers a vampire, and she drinks blood.

Word Count- 1333

“You’ve been ignoring them, since that night. Why?” Tony asks as he walks into the common room.

“I haven’t been ignoring them. We just are awake at different times.” You murmur as you take a sip of your cup of blood.

“Oh, right you sleep in that coffin of yours all day.” Tony says as he rolls his eyes.

“I don’t sleep in a coffin, you know that.” You say.

“I know, but seriously. They were both so excited after that night, and then you just brushed them off. What’s up with that? Did you know they’ve been trying to stay up all night, trying to stay awake so they can talk to you? Did they hurt you?” Tony asks as he walks up to you.

“They didn’t hurt me, trust me in they did you would know. It’s just not realistic, a relationship that involves three people? Please! I rather just let this whole thing blow over and go back to being friends with them.” You say.

“Then you need to tell them, because I can’t stand their wallowing for much longer.” Tony says.

“Okay, I will.” You murmur. “Go to bed, its 3:00 AM.” Tony grumbles a bit before going up to his floor. You move to sit on the couch and you put your hand on your stomach.

“It’s just going to be me and you, little peanut.” You mumble as you rub your hand up and down. Then you start to think about the night you spent with Steve and Thor. It had been wonderful and you had been completely blissed out when you had left the room, but then reality had struck you. They would move on eventually, everyone does. You had had so many people move on from you in your long life, why would this be any different. So you steeled yourself away, refused to fall for the two men more than you already had. You avoided them, and when you found out about the baby you made more of an effort to stay away from them, while you made plans to go stay with your cousin Vlad.

“H-hey Y/N, you’re up pretty late. Not that I’m complaining! It’s nice to see you, I feel like it’s been months since we’ve even said to words to one another.” Steve says as he walks into the room.

“I uh- need to tell the team something.” You murmur and Steve nods his head a couple times.

“O-okay, they should all be up soon.” Steve says and the two of you sit in awkward silence until the rest of the team makes their way down.

“Hey, shouldn’t you be asleep?” Nat asks and you shake your head.

“I wanted to tell you all in person. I’m leaving, the team.” You mumble. “I’m going to be staying with my cousin for a while.” Everyone makes a big fuss, trying to convince you to stay. You do your best to grin and bear it, telling them that you were needed there more then you were here. You do your best to not look at Steve and Thor, but before you leave the room you take a quick look in their direction and your heart breaks as you take in their red eyes and quivering bottom lips. They both look so defeated and heartbroken. The next night you slip out without a word to anyone.

***

It had been 4 months since you left the Avengers, you had been living with your cousin Vlad and his family. You were walking around the gardens, while enjoying the moonlight.

“Well, now I understand why you ran away.” You hear.

“Natasha, I-uh wasn’t expecting to see you here.” You murmur.

“Yeah, no kidding. I didn’t even know vampires could get pregnant.” Nat says.

“Only vampires who are born that way can, vampires who are changed can’t.” you say.

“Who’s the father?” Nat asks and then she looks at your baby bump and her eyes flick back to your face. “Oh my God, its Steve or Thor isn’t it.” You nod your head.

“I’m gonna kill them, those assholes acting all broken hearted about you leaving when they kicked you out for getting pregnant.” Nat rants.

“They don’t know.” You mumble.

“What?!” Nat yells.

“Look that night was a mistake, okay. It never should have happened.” You say.

“So you regret it?” Nat asks.

“No-uh- I don’t know. I regret opening my heart to them, I’ve been in love in the past and it always ends the same way, them leaving me. Weather it’s because they die or for a new lover, I am always left alone. I don’t think I could handle Steve and Thor leaving me, but they gave me this gift.” You say as you rub your baby bump. “So now I will never be alone, I will have a family.”

“You know Thor’s a god right? He’s not dying anytime soon, and Bruce has been running tests on Steve, he’s basically immortal too. They love you so much and if you let them, they will never leave your side again.” Nat says as she pulls you into a hug.

“They will hate me, for leaving and for not telling them about the babies.” You murmur.

“Babies? As in more than one?” Nat asks.

“Twins.” You murmur.

“They will not hate you, they are going to be so excited when they see you like this.” Nat says.

“I cannot go back until after the babies are born. It’s tradition, to give birth in this castle.” You say.

“Okay, then we will wait until you give birth and then go back.” Nat murmurs and you nod in agreement.

***

“Are you nervous?” Nat asks as you stop outside of the door.

“Yes. Are they expecting us?” You ask.

“They’re expecting you and me. Not your two tiny terrors.” Nat says as she adjusts the baby that she is holding.

“They’re not terrors.” You murmur.

“I know that.” Nat says as she rolls her eyes. “Come one, the sooner we go in, the sooner you can unclench.” The two of you walk into the building and you make your way to the common area.

“Hey Y/N, long time no-.” Tony starts but then he stops mid-sentence when he sees the babies that you and Nat are holding. “Uh, whose kids are those?”

“Mine, their names are Willow and Waverly.”

“Huh, yeah, to weird. Nope, I am way too tired to be dealing with vampire babies right now. We’ll talk after I get a couple hours of sleep.” Tony says as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Goodnight, Uncle Tony.” You say. Then you sit down and Natasha hands you your other baby.

“I’m going to bed to, it was a long flight.” Nat says.

“Okay.” You murmur. Eventually the rest of the team leaves the room, until it is just you, the twins, Thor and Steve.

“I believe congratulations are in order.” Thor says as he stares at you and the twins.

“Who is the lucky guy?” Steve asks cautiously.

“I don’t know.” You say as you look at both of them. They both look at each other and then at the ground. “It’s a short list though- only two names on it.”

“Us?” Steve asks and you nod. Then the both of them drop in front of you and just look at the babies with expressions of aw on their faces.

“Are you mad? I can leave with them and never come back, if you want. The two of you never need to see us again, just say the word.” You say.

“Why would be mad? You have made us a family.” Thor says as he touches one of his fingers to Willows cheek.

“Why did you run?” Steve asks as he takes Waverly from your arms.

“I was afraid that you would leave me.” You murmur.

“Never.” Thor murmurs and Steve nods in agreement.

“We’re with you forever, and always.” Steve says.  

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