Steve went into the ice 70 years ago and left you, his wife, behind. Or so he thought. You were the woman behind the greatest soldier the world had ever known. You were Mrs. America. So what happens when you didn’t get left behind? Or rather what happens when you make a choice to try and save yourself from the heartbreak of losing your husband? You end up in the same time together, launched into the future. So how did you get here and what happens now?
Not read by anyone-mistakes my own. Non Canon compliant:
Tags: vi0lence, implied SH, implied A, and more,
but let’s try posting again so we don’t get lost in the void
Chapter 1: When you find my body……..
You were a woman frozen in time.
Literally.
Stuck in July of 1950, the Fourth of July, 1950 to be exact. Or rather, your body was frozen in time and you were asleep, in a glass coffin of sorts. Not really asleep but frozen in time, to wake up on July fourth of 2016, 66 years to be exact.
Why that year?
That wasn’t really the important part so long as to see how the future, how better the world would be. You were America’s Sleeping Beauty, the woman frozen in time, THE Mrs. America.
It had been a little over 5 years since your husband’s disappearance in the war. While he was the face of hope for the war front, you were the face of those left behind. He was to rally the troops, you were to rally the homemakers, the factory workers, and those who weren’t fit to fight. He sold war bonds, and you educated everyone on the importance of rationing, victory gardens, and turning over precious materials for the greater good. He was America’s hero, and you were its sweetheart.
After he disappeared, you were revered as America’s War Widow, a face that garnered sympathy from everyone. You were put on a pedestal as you were to push on through the grief to help America heal. And you did, for 5 years you helped push America into the post-war boom. To garner in the next decade of prosperity to the American people. And then an opportunity laid out before you, a choice that was yours to make, one that wasn’t hand-picked for you like the last 7 years, since 1943.
You made the choice to be America’s Sleeping Beauty, to wake up 66 years in the future, to bring a bit of 1950s America into the now modern day. A former Nazi scientist turned American Government asset had proposed this idea to S.H.I.E.L.D., to Colonel Philips and Peggy Carter and the other’s in charge of S.H.I.E.L.D., your bosses. They kept you as an asset to keep America safe, a front to hide behind. A public face to prop up, and the American people at it up.
You pitched the idea back to them after the prospect of putting someone to sleep this way was presented to all of you. The idea that you could be America’s Leading Lady, a gift to future America, one that knew of peace. Another way that people could rally behind you, behind S.H.I.E.L.D. and a better world. And you pitched it at the perfect time, they were just about ready to determine how to terminate your position, how to phase you out so that America could essentially move on from the war completely. They knew the American people wouldn’t want to give you up just like that, but this was an opportunity for all parties.
So you did his initial testing, the baseline health tests, ones that you would be compared to once you woke up. This wasn’t something that had ever been done before successfully on humans. Encased in a specialized glass coffin designed by the scientist, and engineered and built by Howard Stark. And you were to be presented at the Stark Expo just a day later. The hope was that if it wasn’t successful, you weren’t going to be too rotted yet if it did kill you. You knew the potential risks, and if you were to die by this procedure, it would be better than chucking yourself off a cliff, which is how you felt underneath your perfect mask since your husband’s disappearance. But America’s Sweetheart committing suicide was not an option, a tragic science experiment was.
Your hope was that when you woke up they would know where Steve was, even if they had already buried his body, you would have closure. You would also be farther removed in time that you may have a chance to move on. There was also a fail-safe if Steve were to somehow magically appear. You could be woken up early with the right set of sequences, to join him in life again.
The base of your resting place held the information needed to wake you up, the tests that needed to be performed, and your luggage packed with your things as if you weren’t taking a 66 year trip into the future, and more or less as if you were to be taking a trip to California from New York. But Stark had the idea to keep that all airtight, perfectly preserved like the day it was put in there. The coffin would start its wake-up sequence at 11:45 AM on July 4, 2016, and you were to be awake at noon. No matter what.
You had dreamed that if this were to be successful, that you were to be put on display at the Smithsonian for all to look upon until you were to wake, that there would be some grand ceremony, after all you were America’s Sleeping Beauty.
But here you were, encased in dust in a bunker on an Army base all but forgotten about. Your display, explaining your life and your dreams surrounded you. The coffin had no need for external power, which was a good thing because the breakers were turned off down here. It was like you were moved here temporarily and were completely forgotten about. As if you had never existed. Today was June 23th, 2016, and today was the first day anyone has seen you in over 30 years.
Just 36 years after you were put to sleep you were forgotten about in the American Eye. You had captured the heart of the nation, you were the face that Americans held on to with such reverie, but you were a blip on the timeline in retrospect. Well, many products still had your face on them, posters and classic Americana did too. When children ask who you were, their parents would remember you fondly, but never had the answer to the question as to what happened to you. As they remembered to know who you are, just a moment later you were forgotten about. No one searched for you. That was, until today, or rather, the search for you had started officially just a few months prior.
But today was the day that this bunker that was your home was to be finally searched. By three men, two whom you knew from childhood. They seemed to be frustrated, running out of options, running out of places to look as they opened the doors in this bunker, room after room sat as if someone just locked the doors one day and never came back, which was actually what had happened. You were the last door, the last bit of hope, but what they stumbled upon wasn’t what they thought.
Steve was the one who entered the room first after the three men made the decision that he should be the one to open the door, the last door of hope in finding you. They knew the weight of what could be held behind the door. But until it was open, they didn’t know if you were there.
Your room wasn’t like the other offices that they had been finding. Of course, you were in a glass coffin and the room around you held the panels of your life, telling your story, or at least a glorified version of it. It seemed to belong to a museum, not some dusty bunker on an army base forgotten about to be left to crumble.
But as Steve entered the room he was frozen. The dim still working filament lightbulbs cased a pitiful glow about the room, the coffin was encased in dust, even with his super-soldier eyesight, he could see what looked to be a body, but no detail more under the thick layer of grime. Bucky and Sam entered behind him but in an instant, Steve took two large steps forward before he could caution himself against it he wiped away at the head of the case.
You were just like the day he last saw you, save for the peaceful look of sleep. He could have sworn at the lack of light in the room for not giving him a better view of your face. He was entranced to see his wife, his best girl, seemingly asleep before him, not aged a day.
His angel.
Even if you weren’t alive, if there was no chance of saving you, he was grateful that you were preserved in this way. He would have sold his soul just to see you once more.
tags:dark prisonguard!steve rogers, eventual hint of bucky x reader too, strong NONCON elements, oral sex (fingering), abuse of power/authority, eventual implications of manipulation
a/n: i did not intend for this mini-series to be a stucky x reader (i dont write for bucky), but i had to for the plot. omg ok so i dedicate this to @imdarkinme – my savior, my inspiration, my everything, my reason for writing dark fics. I LOVE YOU BABE. THIS ONE IS 4 U. NEVER GONNA STOP LOVING U (nd ur fics) <3
When your closest friend had called you one night stating that you were one of the most wanted persons in the city, you honestly thought of it as a prank. You could remember those moments so vividly. And honestly, you could just wish for a rewind in time as you never would have seen what was to come later on.
"I swear, your name is all over the newspapers–”
The worry in her voice was so strong. Natasha had awoken you and did not hesitate on blaring at you about the news she had just discovered, specifically about you.
“You’re actually fooling me by saying you still read those?” Your voice was still groggy as you tried to sit up straight to prevent yourself from falling asleep during mid-conversation.
“This isn’t a joke! I’m not trying to make you laugh I swear to god,” she asserts while consistently keeping the mood and tone of the conversation.
You cocked your head to the side, positioning your phone between your ear and shoulder. Your fingers were gently wiping circles around your eyes as your vision was still adjusting. For a moment you contemplated on switching on your lamp alongside, but eventually you did after realizing that your friend seemed to have no plans on ending the stunt she was pulling on you.
“Look I’m trying to be serious here–”
“I’m trying to get some sleep here, Nat.” Your tone came off a bit rude, cranky even, but both of you knew it was not intentional.
Hence, Natasha just disregards your tone off and continues, “I’m seeing your full name and even your picture in the paper, clear as day. There is not a doubt, that you’re the person they’re looking for.”
“Why would I be committing any crimes when I’ve been working in the coffee shop almost every weekdays to pay my rent for the least.” You scoffed, clearly not seeing any logical reason behind everything she had been telling you, “Hell, I’m struggling to put anything in my fridge but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to rob a bank or murder someone, okay?”
“God, I don’t know either, Y/N. I do believe you, I really do,” she calls out, “but what I do know is that the bureau is searching for your ass right now and we have to do something because they don’t seem to be easier to convince than me!”
There was a long pause afterwards. You were just so sleepy and out of a decent state of mind. You did not know how to react to it, probably not even comprehending any of what you just heard as there was not even a hint of horror or worry in your voice.
Merely, you just stared in front of you, glaring at the plain beige-colored wallpapers, with lips slightly agape and eyelids exceedingly droopy. If Natasha could only see your eyes looking completely exhausted right now, you were so sure that she would cut the act and leave you to finally get some sleep again.
Eventually, your friend spoke up again to break the wearisome conversation. “Sweetie, I’m so worried for you.”
“Are you crying? You’re very cute, you know that?” you say followed by a yawn. “Wish you did this prank tomorrow morning, I feel like you would’ve definitely gotten a better reaction from me. I’m sorry you didn’t get the reaction you were looking for tonight.”
“I’m not kidding, please, would you just listen to me.” Again, another loud sigh could be heard from her at the other end of the call, “God, if you search it up online I swear you’re going to find your name somewhere there. Don’t be so stubborn, I’m just looking out for you!”
“I’m too tired,” you honestly answered her. It must have been the lack of sleep, but the filter in your tone just was not enough to express enough sympathy to her. “Please I just need to get some sleep, Nat.”
“I’ll still be seeing you tomorrow, right?” Her voice broke a little, seeming as if she was on the edge of breaking down or crying. During that moment, you could applaud for how good of an acting she had been doing for you. Considerably, that might have been one of her best performances yet – or so you thought.
Nevertheless, you wanted to joke about her entire stunt, but you really were too tired to make something out of it.
The corner of your lips slightly curved into a soft smile. “I promise you’ll see me tomorrow. While you’re at it, you can tell me that you told me so if the Federal starts knocking at my door.”
You made that joke granting that you were not holding anything ahead of you. It was an innocent line that you thought could have gone better and lighten up the mood.
“Y/N, please, I–”
“Good night, Nat.” You could only stay awake for so long at this point. Your eyelids were sealed shut and you were seconds away from falling back against your soft mattress.
God that was stressful, though it could have gone worse and longer. How in the world did Natasha even think of that kind of prank on you or any of her other friends, you thought.
Dropping your phone beside and hearing a thump afterwards, you reach for the switch of your lamp. With one flip you were finally surrounded by the calming darkness again and left you to your peaceful slumber.
That was pretty much what you could recall before your entire world was turned upside down. Those were your moments before everything in your life had lead to a complete disaster. You honestly wished you could have done better, maybe even listened to Natasha.
You pondered what things could have turned out to be if you were not so sleepy and ignorant that night. Oh, could you honestly just pray that this was just a nightmare you still have not awoken from – dreading that you were still in that deep sleep you have been longing after that phone conversation with your best friend.
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And now, you were standing inside the courtroom with your useless lawyer beside you.
There were dozens of people behind where you sat. You could feel their strong and deadly gazes directing and stabbing you right into your back, but you could care less. The only thing that had you on the edge of your seat was the judge and the jury located in front of you as they were the ones who got to decide whether you plead guilty or not.
For days, you have discussed this and tried to reason out how completely innocent you were. You tried to gather witnesses as much as you could. But as a woman who was seen as nobody, it was pretty fucking hard and you were regretting to ever reject any interaction other people had offered with you for these past weeks.
You were framed. However, only you, and hopefully Natasha, knew that completely.
Even your relatives and former friends showed signs of doubt and it had honestly crushed your poor soul into more pieces. It fucking broke your heart. How could these people even think twice upon hearing that you have been subjected to robbery and assault?
Without any connections or enough funds, you were sure to go downhill from here. You were not given a proper lawyer with this case, feeling rigged as ever with the justice system of your country.
And sadly, from the looks of it, you seemed to be at boiling water. Every statement against you had been totally unreasonable and it was frustrating enough that you could not defend you and your dignity properly. You deserved so much more than what you were getting right now.
All you could do was close your eyes and suck in everything they have been throwing at you – the judge, juries, and for sure the media. Bastards.
Eventually, the moment everyone else had been waiting for had to arrive. You knew what was about to come from the judge’s mouth. Though, there was this tiny bit inside of you that pleaded for any turn of events, even so a miracle, to happen for the least.
There was a tear rolling down from your cheek as you looked down and stared at the wooden table. You kept both your hands intertwined and underneath it while trying to hide yourself from everything and everyone surrounding you.
You hear the judge strike the wooden gavel against the surface of the table three times, calling the attention of everyone as he was about to give out the order. Your heart beat raced rapidly as your fate was seconds away from being determined.
“The sentence for the citizen, Y/N Y/L/N, for the acts which are reproached to her is one year of imprisonment.” The declaration was widely straightforward, nothing more or less.
You could hear the gasps and other reactions of the audience. There was an amount of noise from the crowd, most of them calling out for your name as they seem to be wanting to throw questions at you, but you did not want to face any of them, especially the media.
Your hands were getting shaky and you were trying your best not to break down into tears. You released your interlaced fingers and made them into a fist, trying to bury your nails into the skin of your palms hoping that the pain would distract your from the sorrow you have yet to face.
There was nothing you could do as the final decision has been done.
Moreover, just as you thought you were slowly accepting the discriminatory ruling of the courtroom, your fear accelerated further while watching two guards emerge from the corner of the room. They were built like bodyguards, if not even more intimidating, as their expressions remained stoic.
They could have walked over to you within seconds, but during that moment you could honestly feel your entire world slow down. You just wanted to stop time, or rewind it even better, for the fear of what was awaiting for you.
Prison was not a place you had been expecting to be in a year ago. Hell, you never expected it even when your best friend told you two nights before. The Maldives or Bahamas would have been somewhere you were planning to go to rather. That was definitely in your bucket list.
Nonetheless, terror went through your system as those two guards had stood on either sides of you. They did not waste a second on grasping either of your arms also, them making sure you were secured and unable to make any movements as they proceeded to put your hands behind your back. The metal handcuffs were expected afterwards, feeling it tighten around your wrists prior to hearing it lock.
You barely could move your wrists apart for even the slightest millimeter.
Their hands slid between your body and your arms, tugging you to stand up and signaling you to follow them. Obviously, you did not want to cause any more of a scene unless you wanted to look more suspicious than you already were deemed to be.
“Follow us,” one of them instructed as they escorted you slowly out of your seat.
As you stood up and steadily made your way to the corner where they had emerged from earlier, you took one last look behind your back. You just wanted to see everyone making a fuss about your case, never mind whether it be positive or negative.
“I really didn’t do it,” you plead.
“I believe in your innocence, Y/N!” A familiar voice cried out.
It might have been a regretful action, but as you looked back, you immediately spotted Natasha just a few seats away from the front. Her newly dyed blonde hair stood out from you as she also wore a formal attire to your hearing. She had misery written all over her face and you could honestly feel her being remorseful.
That was pretty much the last thing you saw in the place that held you guilty and up for prison for crimes you were far from executing. You were not sure whether to be grateful or not with that memory.
Both doors closed behind you and before you knew it, you heading out of the building with dozens of people with microphones and cameras directly pointed at you.
None of them get to have any second of your time though. You could see as they tried to make their way to the edge of the aisle where the staff had given way for you to walk on. You were greeted with so many reporters that you felt so claustrophobic for that moment, even so close to fainting from the unfamiliar set up.
It was tragic to hear them calling you a criminal. Nothing else could replay in your mind than your name and that word being put next to each other. You could not imagine that happening even in your next lifetime.
“Get inside,” the man instructs as you have seemed to zone out despite all the attention you have been receiving. Your own thoughts have become more deadly that you were close to making it as a pathetic form of an escape. “Christ, we said get inside the car, lady.”
Finally you did, bending over modestly to be able to make your way inside the backseat of the police car. As you got inside, you spot the wired barrier between where you sat and the front area of the driver and passenger seats. It reeked of cigarettes inside and all you could think about was wanting to throw up.
You were still cuffed from behind and as you got to take a seat inside, one of the guards roughly slammed the car door. You bounced in your seat due to sudden shock and harshness over you, but you might as well need to get used to this kind of treatment.
You glanced at the window, seeing people still trying to make their way to get a good view of you. You could hear and see the flashes of cameras going on at you and all you could show now was a face of dejection, not sparing the moment to cry further.
No doubt your entire body and system were still ridden with fear. But with what you had just experienced in court, you were so doubtful anyone could help you or make the superiors change their mind on what they had sentenced you with.
It was repulsive and unfair to see people like that walk freely in their consciousness, in spite of them not being entirely sure if the person they have sent to prison was really at fault.
The sound of the car engine roaring as the cop has started it up interrupted you from your overwhelming thoughts. It was then that you had to accept that you were being transported to jail, a maximum facility to be exact – because somehow they found robbery to be more deadly than the others.
You saw the unfamiliar faces on your window swiftly pass from sight as the car drove away. God, this was terrifying.
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They made you change into those prisoner jumpsuits but instead of it being the typical color orange, it was in a very lighter shade of pink, even so being close to white. The color deemed so pure and innocent yet the place you were going to be held captive seemed the opposite of it.
The penitentiary did not look welcoming at all either. It had not reached even the least bit of your standards, expecting them to look like psychiatric hospitals since it was rumored to hold people who were convicted of serious crimes – not that you actually did so anyway.
Instead, it was grimy and disgusting. You were close to assuming they barely take care of the place at all.
You were helpless either way. There seemed to be no luck for you as another pair of guards were awaiting for you to finish changing your clothes. You were buttoning it up as you could hear their voices, “Hurry up, lady! The captain doesn’t like waiting for too long.” Making you panic even more, fumbling for your casual clothes that had dropped on the filthy tiled floor.
“S-sorry!” You mewled, still frightened about the flow of events.
Like always, they escorted you out, making sure to cuff both your wrists before positioning themselves on either sides of you. You could honestly just tear up again, realizing all too well now that they were treating you like one of the biggest criminals in town, when in fact, you could not even hurt a fly.
They guided you through a corridor, expecting to see cell jails with metal bars acting as a barrier. Alternatively, you were greeted with bulky gray metal doors that had a small sliding widow situated in the middle, which you assumed was for food only.
It was probably for the best, you could not imagine how scary the convicts looked behind those doors, or maybe they were also like you - incapable yet falsely incriminated.
A knee had kicked against the side of your leg, causing you to let out a short screech. “Jeez, could you walk any slower? Stop whining and zoning out.” The man’s voice echoed.
You unsteadily nodded, following the orders and focusing straight at your front. It was then after a few more resentful steps before the three of you took a turn, coming to face a wide door.
As you approached closer, you could discern the amount of dirt that had accumulated on it. It looked rusty and old, probably have not been improved nor modernized at all, which definitely gave off raw middle aged vibes with their prisons and such.
The guard unbolted the large latches at its side. He dragged it open all the while creating a strong high-pitch, horrifying sound which resonated throughout the hallway.
The first thing you had noticed was a man positioned in front of the room. He presented directly in front, looking comfortably seated while awaiting for your presence. There were at least three guards that stood surrounding him, each keeping their distance as they acted as a barricade. You supposed that the man in front was the captain they had been highly speaking of.
You stood at the threshold without even realizing that you were unable to move. The guards did not you so kindly this time, consequently feeling a strong hand over your shoulder and another one behind you. One of them practically shoved you in front, leaving you plummeting against the ground as your legs quivered still under fear.
Alongside, a commanding voice rang through your ears, stating to make your greetings with respect to their higher-up.
While your legs felt paralyzed, your head and mind were still intact. You were looking at the ground feeling shy to even gaze at the man who assuredly sat in front of you. The only thing you could get a glance on was his polished black shoes, looking very expensive and well taken care of.
Moreover, you saw the tip of his shoe extend right towards your face. Within a blink of an eye, you felt the leather under your chin, pressing against it and subtly tilting your head upwards to look up and finally face him.
The first few words you could make up were along the synonyms of beautiful. You had no words nor did you expect yourself to be engrossed by his looks.
Unlike the other guards who wore the typical uniform, he wore a more formal looking one. He had a white suit and black tie underneath. Along with it was his sleek black long-sleeved coat that was personalized with badges, stars, a name tag, a belt, and a rope at the side. All of those designs were silver in color which beautifully contrasted with the rest of his dark uniform.
His blond hair was neatly brushed back with a police hat faintly slanted and placed on top. His uniform was pressed precisely too, making him look perfect for the role he was reported to be. However, despite his attractive bodily aura, he kept a deadpanned expression which does not help upon calming your nerves.
So far you still felt like you were in deep trouble.
“3077,” he asserts. His voice was forceful without any hints of delay. “That’s what you’ll be called here.”
You were still a trembling mess, lips ajar over each other while staring with blank thoughts. You were unaware that you were staring at the man for a while already. He does not flinch or react either, merely dragging his shoe away from under your chin and moving towards the side of your cheek.
The side of his shoe repeatedly taps on your skin which catches your attention and interrupts another of your daydreaming sessions. “Answer, 3077!”
“Y-yes!” You whimpered under him.
“Good.” He vaguely nods,
“I’m Steve Grant Rogers, the chief security guard here,” He introduces himself while still having a foot in contact with your face, “Starting today, three o’clock in the afternoon, you will be my responsibility.
He continues on, using his foot to tug your face. Your upper body was leaning in front with hands still cuffed behind you and all you could do was listen, stare, and nod at him. “You must obey absolutely what I say until you earn your freedom, do you understand?”
Even the slightest pause was unacceptable for him, “Answer!”
“Yes!”
“I suppose you already know before they sent you here, but ever since the year 2030, this has become a maximum security prison…”
“And you’re the only woman among the rest of the prisoners here,” he explains. A subtle smirk turns onto the ends of his lips, but was not as obvious as he had intertwined hands covering his face.
A wave of surprise washes over you, the shock upon your face was evident as your jaw dropped. He does not give you a moment to react further. “I’ll start with the routine admission. Bring her with me,” he instructs to the same guards that escorted you earlier, both proudly standing alongside his throne.
Hands did not hesitate on carrying you up until you got your legs working again. You were walking behind Steve with guards still assisting you, and yet again you were being dragged into the many corners of the nauseating penitentiary.
“Where are they taking me?” You spoke with a low voice; however, none of them responded. They continued to walk with you, leaving the air utterly dead and silent.
They made their way to another room, Steve stopping in front of its door and then turning around. “I’ll take her from here. Go back with the rest and make sure Maximoff isn’t causing another ruckus in the cafeteria,” he instructs while his subordinates obediently apprehended along.
“Yes, sir.” They respond, immediately releasing their grip around your biceps and walking away after carrying out a salute.
Furthermore, Steve dragged you into the room after unlocking the door and switching the light on. You heard the jingling of keys behind you, even so feeling his figure unnervingly stop behind you. He stood too close, swearing that you could feel his body only inches away from your back, his breathing fawning over the top of your head.”Let’s start, shall we?”
Your wrists got to freely breath after hearing a click from the lock, somewhat surprising you as you were released from the metal handcuffs. Huh.
“Strip,” he boldly orders.
“E-excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he goes over, “Don’t make me repeat it. Take off your clothes.”
“I won’t do it!” Despite being terrified of him, you still wanted to keep even the least bit of your dignity left.
“A body search is mandatory in the penitentiary,” he warrants.
“Still!”
“I thought I told you that my orders were absolute, did I not?”
Though you tried to stay silent to prevent him from further infuriating, your mind had been wandering around with several questions.
Why was he doing this? Can this even be reported to the higher-ups?
The latter was far from likely, recalling that he had told you that he was the chief security guard in the place. Everything would be going through him and will be finalized by him, and him only.
“That’s it, 3077. Now strip.”
You hesitated. Your hands were shaky as your arms steadily moved to your front, pausing to undo each button starting from the collar and progressing down. You wanted to take an hour or so, probably even forever, but the man standing in front of you seemed to be generally impatient.
The look on his face was a combination of eagerness and attraction but your mind shifts it all into a repulsive imagine of emptiness.
Your white undershirt and undergarments remained as your baby pink jumpsuit fell to the ground. You stand shamefully, arms over each other trying to cover your chest. “Everything. Down. Now.” His voice getting more and more demanding as you provoked to stall every minute that went by.
Your chin was titled down, not wanting to show your self-consciousness to him. Your fingers gripped on the garter of your undershirt, pulling it over your head and feeling a short cold breeze over the skin of your stomach.
Chills were already across your skin, granting that you did not have a choice in any of this. This was your ticket to freedom – or so you could only dream for.
When your skin was completely exposed to him, you reached another level of shame you were not even aware of. You felt colder than before, trying to cover your breasts with the warmth of your hands. Still, you stared at the grimy floor, not wanting to see the man’s reaction as you knew it would just make your state of mind worse.
“A-Alright, is this enough for you?” A small scoff hidden between your tone.
“Hold on,” he says without minding your mockery, “Lie down there, your legs facing towards my direction.”
Your frowned even further, looking aside where he was pointing towards. His index was directed at a hospital bed at the side which did not have any railings at its side, merely having a metal footboard and headboard.
You walked towards there, one arm still covering the front of your breasts while the other acting as a support as you sat down first. Eventually you rest your back against the sheets along with the back of your head on the only pillow provided there. You followed as he told, sealing your thighs together though.
The beating of your heart increases rapidly knowing completely how this was going to go down.
From the corner of your eye you can see him raise his hand towards his mouth, tugging one of his gloves from a hand with the use of his teeth. He lets the fabric fall to the ground while walking closer towards the side of the bed where you lay down. This time, a smirk was obvious upon his face as he did not bother to hide it.
Steve’s hands descend over your body, making you tense up as you tried to keep your head straight and stare right at front. However, even if you attempted to avoid looking at him, you could not fight the feeling of his fingers stroking your upper body.
He started with your chest area, further descending down. All the while you had one thought in mind – one you felt disgusted to even have it cross your thoughts.
His fingers felt soft, like a feather. For a split second you wondered if he had done this before, moreover if he was used to doing such a flustering act.
“P-please don’t,” you mewl, “Stop.”
Your cries made the smirk on his face grow wider, only wanting to wipe it off from him but feeling completely powerless to do so. Instead of giving a second thought to what you were saying, he drags his hand between your lower abdomen.
Despite having your thighs glued together to prevent this very purpose from happening, the man merely parts them from one another. Just as you thought you had the strength to keep them shut, you felt entirely the opposite once he was actually touching your body already. The way your inner thighs quivered as he spreads them apart was already a sign of how weak you were against him.
“3077,” his throaty voice calls out. “What’s the matter with you? It’s just a simple body search.”
Regardless of his statement, his fingers began toying around the entrance of your cunt. Even so you could feel his thumb lightly press against your bud of nerves, drawing subtle circles around, as the rest of his fingers continued to encourage your body’s growing arousal.
Hell, he barely even inserted his fingers yet you were starting to get wet from the simple gestures of him touching you.
“Why are you reacting like that?” The smugness in his voice was clear.
“I- No!” Your voice was trembling as your body did too. The muscles at the back of your thighs tightened while sweat began to form from your forehead.
“You’re in prison, 3077,” Steve says, “the place where you’re going to pay for the crime you committed.”
After successfully rousing your body up, he smoothly inserts a finger inside your pussy, and for all that earning a sound which was caused from the wetness of your cunt. Both of you acknowledged how gladly your body welcomed him.
He began to thrust his fingers in and out of you, gaining several instinctive moans out from your lips. Your head felt warm and lightheaded. The worry in your eyes apparent and ardent.
He tsked. “Why are you getting these reactions?”
And then adding, “…I don’t want you to get me wrong.”
His rhetorical questions deemed useless for the situation nor provided comfort for you at all. You looked at him all the same yet it does not stop him from adding another finger.
Either way, Steve did not stop after it. His fingers continued to thrust deeper inside you, having your body bounce against his hand. You were a growing mess with hands finding their way to grasp onto the disheveled white sheets.
As much as you tried to bite down a moan, your mouth could not help but give in. Your gut felt as if they were tightening around him for every moment the tips of his fingers curl inside you. You yourself could feel how hot the temperature of your body increases as he boldly fingers you. “Ah… A-Ah… Ow… P-please … S-stop it…”
Amidst everything, however, there were voices coming from outside of the room. You did not notice them at first, being completely overwhelmed with the sensation of being pleasured. You were only aware of what was being said outside when Steve’s used his other hand to cover your mouth from moaning further. His palm pressed against your lips while you breathed through his fingers.
“Are you serious? I would love to fuck that woman!”
“If we behave would she might consider giving us a reward?”
“I bet she would be tight as fuck!”
“What are you talking about!”
“Fuckers! I told you that you can’t keep roaming around these halls.”
The voices eventually died down, seeming that it would have been inmates passing by from the corridors. Nonetheless, tears were already brimming from your eyes as you – uselessly – kept yourself together. “P-please..”
“N-No! Don’t d-do this to me,” you plead. Each moment lead to the build up of your orgasm, already feeling the knotting near your stomach and the clenching of your walls.
It was predictable for your part when Steve barely showed any hint of sympathy for your messy situation. He pursued your climax while maintaining an impassive expression. He wanted to see you crumble and he wanted to show how remorseless he can be either way.
It was useless to hold back. The man was going to get what he wanted and he did not need to say it.
You allowed yourself to let loose, creating an utter mess between your inner thighs and his hands. Your exposed cunt was throbbing alike your temples. Your chest was heavily heaving as your own sweat covered both your body and face.
Those were your last moments before succumbing to black out due to the chief security guard wearing you out.
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When your eyelids had fluttered open, the only thing you could make out of was the darkness in the room. You were laying on the bed, but you could instantly detect a blanket covering you. In addition, you were wearing your jumpsuit.
You took a deep breath and paused, recalling everything that you could remember and confusing it for a nightmare. Though whatever it could have been, you were just glad that the pain and throb in your head had ceased.
You had no choice but to sit up, discerning a feint light illuminating from behind a door. Looking around, you could still also notice a mirror, a sink, and a toilet at the side of the room. You assumed you must have finally been resting in your prison cell.
“Listen to me!” A loud voice came from the other side of the door.
“You have ten minutes to clean your room. After that, all of you must assemble in the hallway!”
Another wave of panic gets over you, but you quickly follow to what had been instructed. Since you did not have anything at hand all you figured that you have been resting all along, you merely fixed the sheets of your bed and fluffed your pillow. You fixed your jumpsuit too, flattening it down while making sure there were not any holes nor unbuttoned parts at the front.
When you made your way outside, you saw how fast the other inmates were as they had beat you to the corridors. Each of them were lined up, back facing their assigned prison cell as their front faced the hallway. There was a guard at the end of it too.
“List yourself up!” He starts.
Each inmate started to count, “One!” There voices loud and clear.
Despite that, your mind was clouded with the thought of what happened between you and Steve Rogers, acclaimed Chief Security Guard of the maximum facility.
Was it a all a nightmare? You could not even dare yourself to call it a dream.
“Twenty-eight!” The deep and guttural voice of an inmate calls from your right side.
“Twenty-nine!” You scream as you assumed you were next to him.
Out of nowhere, the other male inmates started to chuckle. It was probably for the obvious fact that you were a female and was completely distinctive among the rest of them.
Even if you have not done anything embarrassing in front of them so far, you surely felt like you were full of shame. You looked around and found every man’s gaze at you, staring at you like you were a prize at the end of the race.
Well, except for one.
You saw him just a few doors away from you. He had a few tattoos over both his arms – a red star being the most striking one compared to the rest of the designs.
The man seemed to have grown his dark hair, and his beard too. Your gaze at him fell longer compared to the rest and it was enough time before he got to feel your attention towards him. He kept a blank stare nonetheless as you were startled and looked away.
“Dude your arm fucking touched me!” Another one exclaims. He had silver hair and looked buffed alike the rest, his thick accent being the trait that stands out for him.
“Huh? You’re the one who ran into me, asshole!” The one he started an argument with now had a darker hair brushed into a mohawk. A sleeve tattoo was also present.
“Hey stop it, you two! If you keep this up, they’ll punish us all!” Again, another voice comes from behind and you did not bother to see how that man looked. He was smart though, that’s for sure.
Nevertheless, it did not stop the two from brawling further. With one swift move, the silver-haired guy already had raised his arm and purposely punched the man he was arguing with.
“Hell, all of us are in big trouble!”
Thankfully though, the man you were distracted from earlier had walked into their argument. He confidently stood between them and proceeded to pull them apart by the back of their jumpsuits. The two men looked surprised – even so slightly terrified – after seeing him caught up in between. “You two still want to fight?”
They did not answer him, merely looking away with a scoff on their faces and then lining back up at their spots in front of their cell doors.
Despite all of this, he still kept the blank expression just as you saw when he caught you staring right at him. No grins or smirk, whatsoever.
a/n: this was based of niki’s song! a beautiful ballad just in time for this kind of season <3
You can only wonder what was going through Steve’s mind.
Spring had been so beautiful around the month of May. It was the perfect time as the season had been coming to a close.
Trees around the parks of New York City started growing their leaves, each one having their unique shade. The weather had felt warmer and assumed was generally radiating a positive aura for the entrance of Summer.
Steve had remembered that month so vividly alike his classic songs embossed on vinyls that kept replaying.
Both of you were taking a stroll around Central Park, as you had requested. He gladly agreed assuming that you were distracted, wanting to get some fresh air after being confined in the Avengers Tower for too long.
It would definitely make him feel out of place if he were to be put into a crowd he did not belong, he thinks. You were just an average mortal who surprisingly captured his attention one day.
His old-fashioned self recalls your first meeting not so long as the season of winter had began.
He was carrying his sketch pad with him along with a newspaper for the day, stopping by to get a cup of coffee where he regularly comes so. It was just unfortunate that the place was crowded that day and you had nowhere to sit. But lucky enough Steve had a vacant seat just across from him whereas you kindly received his offer.
Moreover, both of you talked so casually as if you had been long-termed friends who had not seen each other for a while. The conversation was smooth and delightful for both parties, and it was not unexpected when he had – or attempted, rather – to ask you out for date.
“I see you’re taking this as a first date?” You questioned, taking humor into your tone.
As naive Steve Rogers was around women, the tone of the conversation has shifted to becoming awkward prior to a really good topic about art. “I mean, yeah, but if you didn’t like it– or if it, uh, seemed weird then– I was just trying to sound cool.”
“I was joking. It’s fine, I would love to.” The moment you answered and smiled, he had given you, and himself, a second to realize if this was actually happening.
You did not walk out from him nor did you slap either of his cheeks. Rather, you stayed right at the seat he had invited you in and the only difference was that you had a wider smile than before.
That was when he figured that he was in love with you. Literally on that moment during the start of December.
Ironically now that it was close to summer – the start of June – it was then as he started to feel cold. Instead from snow falling from the sky and the ice warming up the ground, however, it came from you and your attitude.
You had broken up with him during that walk in Central Park.
“I just think we aren’t meant to be together, Steve.” Those words repeated around his brain for days.
Steve did beg for you to stay. He had not felt this welcomed ever since he had woken up from the ice. The home between your arms was always something he was expecting after an exhausting mission.
No one had ever shown him understanding like you did. That was why it confused him greatly after you had said you were not meant for each other. How were you to say such?
“Can’t you see? You’re an amazing Super Soldier with friends who has plans on saving the world. I’m just someone who works from nine to five at a job I’m growing tired of.”
He just could not understand where you were coming from. Everything you were telling him was a blur and he found none of it useful on answering the questions in his head.
It saddened him that you were belittling yourself too. You could not see yourself like how he does.
“I know you love me, and I love you too… “
There was a pause after it. Steve was not sure if you were going to say something more out of it, but his emotions got the better of him, “Then why do you have to do this?”
“I need to work on my insecurities–”
“We can work on it together. You’ve been patient with me throughout my missions, I promise I’ll do the same with you.” He was close to kneeling down but without the intention of proposing with a diamond ring, only wanting you to stay for him.
“It’s not like that. It’s not the easy.”
“But it’s surely easier for you to break up with me and leave this all behind?”
“No, I told you it’s not like that!”
He had been fighting the vulnerability that was growing in him. Both of you remained relentless expressions that did not help to ease the situation. There was assumptions made out of it, most likely, but the main focus was what both of you were saying to each other.
“I just need you to understand, Steve, please.”
That was the moment he realized he should not oppose to you and your decisions.
What he could only think was that you understood him in ways that he had not thought yet needed. You were there for him and provided him with the best decisions you could offer. He intended to do the same.
But Steve was not doing the same – rather should not be. He was making something out of impossibilities, which was why he could not see it. On the contrary, he did not know what to do and so he just followed what his heart and instincts lead him to do so.
And like always, you offered the best solution and that was for him understand – for the betterment of you, and your relationship.
He does not hesitate on not chasing after you once you had given him a final kiss on the cheek and then turned away. He just stares at the back of your shirt with misery upon his face, seeing as your figure becomes smaller and smaller from a distance and then disappearing from his sight.
Steve trusts you. It was the right thing to do.
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It was winter again. Without you around Steve’s arms this time though.
You watched the snow start falling at the other side of your window. It had created a blur around the glass of it, but you could honestly make up the white covered pavement and houses. It was your view for these lonely seven months, how could you start forgetting it now.
The dining table that was set in front gave you the chance to sit, drink, and view. You guessed it was just you and your hot cup of chocolate this month.
Well, it was you were expecting for the rest of the cold, winter month.
You watched as the sun had started to set from the already gloomy gray colored sky. It turned into a dark shade further and the only thought it your head was for another day to come.
Both your productive and unproductive days were well beyond acknowledged. Generally, you have accomplished a lot of things all the while moving on from your ex-boyfriend, who was also Captain America.
You have gotten into a new line of work, something you were more favorable of, which was huge considering that it was not even in the top things to do in the list you mentally prepared in the past.
Another thing was that you have also acquire a new set of skills. Learning different hobbies through art and music was one of the obvious ways to distract yourself from something lingering around your mind – as told by the results that showed up in your search engine.
Friends were also something that surrounded you with more optimism that you asked for. Taking a break from interacting with superheroes and gods was expectedly relieving. Those were not your crowd and you swore you spent so much time trying to adjust, which had never been enough.
Nonetheless there were more things you improved at to the point where you could not keep track of, or chose not to – you were not really sure.
There was a quarter way left of your dark chocolate drink in your mug. The steam blowing from it had died out long ago. The coldness was starting to get a hold of it, though you let it, while becoming disconnected from your thoughts and stared blankly.
The background nose of the television reaches from the living room which was a few feet away from where you were at. You were not sure if the news was playing or just some random commercial; you did not care.
This was how most of your nights turn out. Even so when your doorbell had echoed through your house, you were expecting the friendly old woman from next door was stopping by again.
Your legs unhurriedly walked to the door. Though as you reached around the knob to unlock it, you changed the pout on your face to something more presentable and friendly.
“I appreciate the gesture Mrs. Jones but–” You already raised a hand in front as this might have been the tenth time she had invited you this week to her Christmas Ever celebration. And it was a Tuesday.
But another person had appeared right in front of you. Someone you were not expecting – but had secretly prayed for. “Oh, Steve.” There was not a hint of disgust or dread in your voice, it was just more of a calm wave of shock.
Steve had his golden hair neatly brushed back, seeing as it also grew longer. He was wearing a long brown coat and a scarf had wrapped around his neck. The gift wrapped present he was holding in front of him drew the most attention at first glance, but you tried to be unassuming that it was for you.
You just took silent yet deep breaths while either of you waited for an ice breaker.
“I’m so glad to see you,” Steve instantly sets off.
“Thank you. It has been a while, right?” You tried to embrace this as maturely as possible.
You were a complete mess and you did not want anyone to find out your state of mind, let alone him. You could not acknowledge the change in yourself – which you had promised a few months ago – even after you broke up with him, and it would feel like a kick in the stomach if he finds out that you were wrong.
“It has and I’m so glad I got to see your pretty face again,” he says.
“Did you come here alone?”
“Yeah, it was a long hour drive, but I survived.” He chuckles while still standing at the other side of the threshold.
For a moment you felt all the guilt come crashing down at once, again. It was like all of those memories and feelings were just bottled up, never leaving you, and now had been broken and released. You tried to stay strong though, you had to be.
And with that, you were not sure if inviting Steve inside your house was the mature decision. “Sorry, you must be getting cold. I think you should come inside.”
Steve gladly accepted for invite and proceeded inside. He does not hesitate on removing his coat and hanging it as he stops at the doorway, revealing the black sweater he has worn underneath.
You did not know what to do or say. This was so sudden and you were not prepared mentally, and physically.
However, you proceeded to the dining you where you were having a moment prior to this and Steve followed after. You swept the barely filled mug from the table and placed it in the sink. “Do you want coffee?”
He nods which promptly has you making a cup for both of you. You could not feel your stomach build up despite drinking chocolate from earlier.
From the corner of your eye you see him take a seat, and eventually you followed. Two cups occupy for each of your hand as you bring them to the dining table still freshly brewed and steaming.
You take the seat across from him and you internally do not feel any regret of having to face the blue-eyed Super Soldier closely upfront again. He glances at the drink you made shortly as you extended your arm for him, but his gaze returns back to yours.
It made your skin crawl. The combination of his stare and the cold air around the room, the silence was deafening but you were so scared to speak with the chances of saying something you might not take back.
“How are you, darling?” It was such a bittersweet nostalgia to hear that.
You intend on biting your tongue as a way to hold back the tears that started to form around the corner of your eyes. Your nose was lightly twitching as you were holding back any tear that could possibly escape.
The obvious clench on either sides of your jaw probably gave Steve a hint on what he was dealing with right now.
“I-I’m good,” you falter.
“How are you, really?” His expression remained the same. He did not raise his voice nor did he sound any more threatening.
On the other hand, you were at the edge of breaking down. You probably had blinked more times than your normally would, and you convinced yourself it was just the dirt that got through.
“I miss you,” Steve sighs, “come back to me.”
“Steve,” your voice was inconsistent just by calling his name out. It was a very weak attempt and you wished you just stayed silent, “We were bound to break up.”
Rather, you knew you were bound to break up. Seems like he’s still in denial of everything.
“No. I don’t believe it.” He shakes his head in pure disbelief, “For months I tried to understand and move on, but you never left my mind… You have always been stuck in my mind and I won’t believe it when you say you haven’t felt the same.”
“I really d-don’t–”
“Bullshit!” His voice startles you, making you bounce from your seat and lean back with wide eyes. You bit your lip in fear of making him angry. “Look, I didn’t mean to– I’m sorry I raised my voice.”
That moment made you remember more of the memories in the past. When you started to grow out of fear instead of pure love for Steve Rogers.
Instead of letting yourself shrink into your seat, your arms pushed against the edge of the table which allowed you to be up on your feet. You stood and walked over to the countertop to distance yourself a few more feet away from your ex-boyfriend.
Steve had looked at you with his mouth slightly agape, following your figure as you walked away further from him.
Every part from your waist and below had been covered as you stood behind the countertop. You turned around as your lower back pressed against the edge of the sink, getting to look at him again. This time, however, felt more relieving when you felt claustrophobic with his face near yours.
“Baby, I said I’m sorry.”
“Steve,” you coldly say, “I think it’s time for you to go.”
He had a look of disbelief upon his face, “You haven’t even opened the present I got for you.”
“We already had talked and seen each other tonight, I think that’s enough for tonight, or even for the next year.”
You were walking on thin ice.
You were convinced that you had forgotten on how to deal with him in times like this, but you also pondered if you have ever really known how to dealt with it.
“What are you saying, we barely even talked!”
Steve had followed your footsteps, pushing against the table and walking over you. It happened within seconds which gave barely enough time for you to process that he was nearing to you again.
“Steve, please!” You squeal.
He reached for both of your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. You tried to avoid from looking at him, but he nearly follows the direction of your head until you had no choice but to get tired.
“Can’t you see, it’s you who I love. It will always be you and nothing can change that.” The grip of his fingers were starting to tighten around yours and you were not sure if he was aware of it.
“M-my hands. It hurts.”
He does not even acknowledge your pain, “Just tell me you love me and we can go back to the way we started.”
“Ouch,” you cry. You swore the bones in your hand were so close to breaking.
If it were not for the tears starting to stream down your cheeks, Steve probably would not have let them go. Your fingers were most likely swelling and shaking. Though, before you could even create a sigh of relief from the pain, you felt a pair of lips force over yours.
There was not even a second that had passed. Steve’s strength as quick and strong which greatly opposed to yours.
His hands might have spared the bones of your fingers from cracking, but he was definitely not going to let your jaw go. Both his palms smushed against either sides of it, preventing any movement which had forced you to accept the situation.
You knew this situation before, you just cannot surpass his strength. You could not fight or push him away or else he was just going to force himself more to you.
Just as you thought that your heart beat was already going to escape from your chest out of nervousness earlier, it had increased tenfold. You can only wonder what was going through Steve’s mind.
“Just relax, you’ll be able to enjoy it more,” Steve says in between kisses and before having to shove his tongue further past your lips.
Your hands were in between your bodies, trying to push his torso away using both your palms which predictably did not help at all. Slowly, your energy wears down further as you irrationally tried to keep him away from you.
“I know you want it,” he whispers, “just give in.”
The moment was was terrifying as it gets. As if on cue, your knees began to cave in and soon your hands no longer tried to resist against his body. Undoubtedly, you still did not return the favor of kissing him back but he did not seem to mind.
He slightly bends over to be able to lean his head more as he continues to suck against your bottom lip with emotions full of desire. Eventually it descends to your chin and then your lower jaw, aiming for more sensitive places despite his hands remaining at the same place on either sides of your face.
When he does try to suck the skin between the area of your neck and collarbones, you let out a small instinctive squeal. He was not gentle with his actions, making sure both of you were clearly feeling the sensation of him giving and you receiving; and after that reaction from you, he was certain that you were aware too.
“Fuck, I expected more than that, baby,” he mumbles and then continuing to draw on your skin as if it was a feast.
You could not keep count on how many times he tried to leave marks on you right now. What you were sure, though, was that tomorrow would be a morning full of regrets when looking in the mirror.
Your hands remained still from before, not knowing where to go and confused about all your emotions right now. However, you felt Steve release his grip around your face, moving down to reach your hands to guide them, position them into an embrace around his figure.
Afterwards, he bends further to reach the back of your thighs. It allowed him to hoist you up the marble countertop, setting you down with your back flat facing the surface.
He helped himself in welcoming his body between your legs as he pulled back, finally giving an end to his enjoyment on marking you. A quick smirk was seen within his face, as he comprehends that you were now under his control just as he looked forward to. It died down and returned back to the intimidating glare that set panic throughout your system earlier.
“Oh god, you still look so beautiful.”
With one hand, he was able to seize around both of your wrists which prevented you from making any movements still. And so you let him continue what he intends to, this time undoing your already loose sweatpants.
Steve could not be more than lucky enough for this moment. He thinks that he had waited long enough and that this exact time was perfect, just as he had pictured during the drive to your house.
When he successfully discards every garment from your waist and below, he takes a good view of what he had missed during these past seven months. Your were shamefully half naked and wet beneath him.
“Has anyone touched you while I wasn’t around?” He questions as his fingertips slowly drag against the entrance of your cunt.
You could feel yourself dripping just by his touch and you were embarrassed to even look at him.
“I asked you a question, sweetie, you better answer me.”
As much as you tried to hold back, he presses his thumb against your clit knowingly well how easily sensitive you were at that spot. “N-no!”
You repeated your answer after a deep exhale, “No one has touched me.”
He was in awe with your answer, ignoring the fact that you were holding on to your dear life out of fear. “Did you expect me to find you after? Still waiting for my cock for all these months?”
You whine, not knowing what emotion it had been drawn out from. The way his voice finds home to you just lures you in again, and the fact that he was saying those lewd things slowly broke down your walls. You did not know the answer to it yourself – rather you feared to know the truth.
Steve leans over, close to your ear and whispers, “I’ll be good to you since you’ve been a good girl to me, darling.” Before you know it, he leaves a kiss on the top of your head and pulls back.
He undoes the buckle around his waist and then his pants before letting it fall to the ground. Swiftly, he still uses one hand to pull your body close to him, feeling the prominent erection that had formed under his boxers against your pussy. “This is all yours.”
He playfully grinds against you, intensely feeling him more, making you moan and somewhat arch the back of your neck. And hell did the man enjoy was he was doing to you.
You closed your eyes shut and bit down onto your lip, trying not to expecting more as it would just mean that you were caving in to him.
Eventually with all the teasing, Steve does draws his dick out. The warmth of his skin was all too different from a piece of fabric. It felt too fucking good.
He does not insert it so easily though. Instead, he continues on to adore your whining and needy expression beneath him, rubbing the tip of his cock first and then followed by the rest. He slowly thrusts into the air while pressing against the entrance of your cunt, making sure it gets coated thoroughly while you recalled how large he was.
“Feel good, right?” He brags
“Steve, please,” you cry.
It does not take him merely once though before he finally got to push the tip inside you. But you were thankful for the heavens you did not have to suffer more than you already were.
Your lower abdomen slightly cramps, adjusting to his size again like you remembered from before. It felt both familiar and unfamiliar to have him inside you again, nonetheless, your body was reacting to it very positively.
“You’re so tight,” he grunts. “Guess you really weren’t fucking anyone else while I was gone.”
Technically he was not gone. Both of you were broken up. But your mind could not honestly rationalize that well right now.
Your eyelids were just feeling heavy and you were letting him pound into you as he pleases. There was not an ounce of energy in you that still wanted to fight back or resist, it was too tiring and too good.
When Steve realizes so, he releases the grasp around your wrists, knowing that you were not escaping any time soon. He’s definitely going to have fun with you now, even so determined for you to enjoy as well. “Oh god, did I miss fucking your pussy.”
He takes slow yet deep thrusts, making sure it reaches all the way until his cock completely disappears and reappears from his sight. When he presses a palm against the area just a few inches below your lower abdomen, he know you would start to lose it.
It was just the perfect spot, that took him weeks to master, just to launch you into a wave of euphoria. Though you were only letting out moans and cries for him, he could tell how much you were enjoying it by how your walls tighten around him.
Somehow it steadily releases the brute inside of him, making him thrust harden and faster every time he feels you squeeze. It turned him on every time and there was no stopping him, especially now.
The kitchen shamefully echoes the sloppy thrusts he was doing with you. The lewd noises were just music to his ears.
Steve was disappointed that you were weary at the moment. You would have loved this great fuck.
He could not even see how ruffled his hair was already. Sweat was rolling down his forehead yet he could not care less. All he was fixated on was your face and your pussy.
He looked at your figure with passion, making an illusion of you bouncing against him as if you were the one fucking and riding his dick.
Steve was shameless. There was a lustful rage inside of him that had been longing for this. Was he finally glad that this moment had come.
“You’re fucking mine,” he groans with one trust. “Mine.”
“Gonna fill you up with my cum.”
By some time could feel his orgasm build up and close to a release. He made it through strong and profound thrusts, just to savor what he had right now. “We were supposed to celebrate our first anniversary this month, but don’t worry,”
He groans along with another trust, “I made the mistake of letting you go the first time.”
With one final thrust, he goes as deep as he can to make sure nothing from his cum spills out from you,
“I won’t make the same mistake twice.”
hope you enjoyed, feedbacks are greatly appreciated (please)!
Relationship: Steve Rogers x black plus sized reader
Steve called a mandatory meeting but I’m not sure for what and I’m interested to see what he’s gonna say.
“Y/N” Scott calls and I turn around meeting him.
“Hey Scott”
“You look beautiful today” I can tell he likes me but usually I don’t pay attention because I’m so busy with work. See I work as a nurse but strictly for the avengers team. I interned for Stark and he hired me after a month seeing how good I work under pressure. Then that’s when I met Steve. They brought him to me when he was fresh out of the ice to which I took care of him as well as catching him up on the 66 years of history he had missed. He took a liking towards me and soon we started our best friendship which turned into a sexual relationship. I’d enjoy more but I don’t wanna ruin what we have so l handle this for now.
Me and Scott walk and talk together to the conference room where he opens the door for me “oh my god I’m so tired of wearing scrubs really I’d prefer to be in a big t-shirt and nothing else” I laugh. I notice I’ve caught Steve’s attention by that sentence. His blue eyes study my features of a short t-shirt dress and my silk-pressed ashy brown hair flowing gloriously on my shoulders with each step I take.
“Well I’m sure a lot of male patients would be very aroused by how good you’d look in either attire I know I would” I blush laughing and I catch a Steve’s eyes. The once ice blue orbs now turned into electric with what looks like lust and anger. Steve always was possessive but seeing as we aren’t together you’d think he’d let little things like this slide. But we’re both wrong.
Everyone piles in at once and we all sit down waiting for what Steve has to say. “For starters I’d like to thank everyone for coming to the meeting and as we know there’s a special event tonight the ultimate Christmas party Tony famously hosts every year but we don’t want it to be like the last time where we we’re attacked by robots which is something I never thought I’d said in my 99 years of life” he chuckles “let’s remember to have fun but keep the compound secure and safe as well”
“That was all you called us for?” Scott asks. He had a tendency to get under Steve’s skin often bringing up his past and on one occasion he even mentioned our extraordinary 74 year ago gap and Steve nearly put him in a full Nelson.
“It is is there a problem?” I can see Steve is boiling but I don’t know why
“No problem at all captain” he chuckles
“Good everyone’s dismissed” he calls “except for Y/N” my heart starts beating faster and I watch everyone leave. I avoid eye contact with Steve but the second I catch him (gif), I feel my wetness start to collect between my thighs. The door is shut and I stand up walking towards him. I do a half sit on the table as he strides towards me placing his hands on either sides of my hips coming about eye level to me. The smell of his mint toothpaste and Armani cologne is breathtaking.
“I don’t like how he talks to you or even looks at you”
“Who Scott? We’re just friends”
“He wants you Y/N and I’m sure he has a sense that something is going on between us so if he could he’d taste you right in front of me” Steve parts my legs stepping between them
“Nonsense Steve it’s not even like that. You’re just being over-protective and jealous. For what? I don’t know”
“Because you’re mine” his hand slides between my thighs as his calloused finger rubs my wet clit before sliding between my folds. My upper body slouches down as I push my hands behind me on the table to keep my balance. My eyes shut and I bite my lip holding back a moan.
“How can that be the case yet we’re not together?” I ask
“That doesn’t mean you aren’t mine” he says sliding a finger in. My body opens up to him. I’m feeling so many different emotions. Mad, sexually frustrated, horny, appalled. I don’t know what to do. He continues pumping slowly to torture me. My body shakes and he holds up my chin forcing me to look into his eyes. Steve curls his fingers making my body jolt. He moves his hand in a quick all-of-a-sudden pace slamming on my g-spot. My body rocks and my moans get louder. Steve covers my mouth “be a good girl for me and cum on my hand princess” my legs shake and next thing I know I’m convulsing against him trying to press my thighs together. My back arches as he pumps me dry. Once I come to my sense I watch Steve lick his fingers with a smirk.
“If you want me to officially” I stand up slowly watching him take a step back “you know what to do” I walk out going straight to my room. I take a deep breath as my wobbly legs force me to sit on the nearby chair. I’ve gotta start getting ready for this party. I bring myself together walking to the shower turning it on hot.
…..
I’m all dressed and ready for the party and I hear a bunch of people downstairs and the slow jazz music awaiting. I take one last look on the mirror at my outfit which is white mid rise bell bottoms, a double breasted blazer and a lace white bra that exposes the breast tattoo Steve likes so much. I grab my bedazzled clear heels sliding them on before heading downstairs. I stand at the top of the steps just grabbing some alone time before I merge with the crowd. A body slides next to me and I think it’s Steve until I meet eyes with someone else. Scott.
“Oh my god Y/N you look incredible” I smile thanking him keeping my eyes on the crowd “Jesus if I were Steve I wouldn’t let you walk out like that” I chuckle
“Scott I do what I want relationship or not”
“Speaking of what’s going between you and the crypt keeper” he takes a sip of his drink and I feel eyes burning into me. I look down seeing Steve staring right back at me. Sharon is staring at him like she hasn’t eaten in days and I feel my blood boil. He excuses himself and I watch him walk towards the steps.
“Nothing we’re just friends and coworkers”
“Hmm” he hums in disapproval. Steve meets us at the top with a fake smile on his face.
“Excuse me Scott I’d like to borrow Y/N for a minute” he grabs my arm whisking me away without even allowing Scott to comply.
Steve takes me to a dimly lit hallway and I yank my arm away “have you lost your damn mind” by this point I’m pissed. I get that Steve has attachment issues but that doesn’t mean he can control who I talk to let alone get mad that another guy is giving me attention when all he does is work and fuck me.
“Maybe. What the hell are you doing after I told you Scott is trying to get what’s mine”
“Steven how the fuck can I be yours and we’re not dating. And you know why we aren’t dating because you’re still strung up on Sharon who just so happened to be undressing you mentally”
“She was not” he scoffs. I squint my eyes in anger “It’s obvious Scott only wants to fuck you”
“And what the fuck do you actually get to do. Fuck me that’s it. You don’t know how bad I actually wanna be with you but the only thing we can do is fuck so don’t say shit about anyone else’s place when you’re actually participating in the act just using the same mindset” I storm away from him and walk downstairs mixing myself in the crowd.
“Y/N you look great” Pepper says “woah what’s wrong”
“Nothing I’m fine” I say. She knows me better than anyone else and she grabs my hand. She excuses herself from Tony and we head to the bathroom.
“Talk to me” a tear slips and I wipe it careful not to mess up my makeup. I explain to her what happened and she shakes her head
“Men are so stupid” she hugs me making me laugh. She helps me fix my makeup and it doesn’t look too bad. Pepper walks out with me our locked together and we go straight to the bar “4 vodka shots please”
The bartender grabs the Smirnoff bottle pouring the liquor into the small glasses setting them in front of us. She hands me 2 and I grab one glass tipping my head back letting the liquid glide down my throat leaving a fiery trail. My face scrunches up and the DJ spins the record stopping the smooth jazz.
I watch as Tony gets on the mic “I feel like we need to amp this party up some more” the crowd agrees as the DJ turns the music up putting on Meg Thee Stallion’s song Freak Nasty.
I take my second shot grabbing a lime to chase the liquor and replace the fiery taste in my mouth. My chest burns as the liquid courage smoothes down singeing my sternum.
I feel myself migrate to the dance floor rocking to the beat of the music. I bend over shaking my ass and I feel a body slide behind me. I’m not sure who it is but the guys hands slide around my waist keeping me close. “Damn baby can I take you home” before I’m able to pull whoever this is off of me Steve grabs him.
“Get your fucking hands off my girl” I watch Steve pull the guy away and he grabs my arm pulling me upstairs to his bedroom. I can tell he’s livid.
“Y/N what the fuck”
“I didn’t even know it wasn’t you” I say nonchalantly standing up “and again I don’t see why you’re mad we aren’t even-“ he cuts me off with a kiss and a hand pressed to my throat. Steve is quick to lay me on the bed still holding me in his powerful kiss. Steve pulls off my jacket moving his lips to my neck and breasts. I bite my lip holding back a moan. His hands slip into my pants undoing them and my legs fall open for him. I feel his erection against my thigh as he rubs my wet swollen clit begging for attention.
“Don’t stop” instead Steve does the opposite and stands up. I pull off my pants and soaked black thong. Steve undresses his bottom half and grabs my legs pulling me to the end of the bed. He taps his dick on my clit making me writhed before he finally pushes himself in me.
I grab his arm as he continues his assault breathing heavily near my ear. His moans are guttural and low as he nips at my ear. “Just like that please Steve” he pushed my thighs back on the bed stroking me down harder. My jaw drops and I lift my arms above my head gripping the sheets behind me.
“You look so fucking good doll” I whimper holding him close to me. The thought of Sharon taking him away from me overwhelms me and a tear slips. Or it could be from just how good he’s pounding out my pussy.
“Look at you. A beautiful fucking mess. My beautiful fucking slut” he bites my collarbone quick to put my legs on his shoulders.
“Steve please”
“What do you want? Use your words” I can’t even think. I’m not sure what I want so I let my heart do the talking
“Don’t leave me”
“I won’t baby girl. Fuck you look so pretty taking my dick like that”
“Steve” I moan. His strokes increase as he wraps his hand tighter around my throat
“Nobody is allowed between my pretty little sluts thighs but me” my release is on the brink as he keeps talking to me like this “and if they try… I’ll kill them”
“I’m cumming” my legs shake uncontrollably as my hips buck upward.
“Cum for me please” he whimpers. I muster up the strength and flip us over riding him. I grind hard on Steve as he coats my walls in his juices whimpering my name.
I keep bucking my hips watching him squirm. I slow down and collapse on his chest feeling his dick pulse inside of me.
“You’re mine” he rasps
“I’m yours” I smile
“We’re going on a date tomorrow to solidify it but for right now will you be my girlfriend?” He smiles
Can you imagine giving Steve a blowjob while the fireworks go off for the 4th/his birthday. I mean cuz damn I can just picture that blush on his face as soon as you start.
Hello lovelies! This lovely little fic is for one of my favorite times of year! The Shameless Hoes for Chris challenge! It’s hosted by some amazing ladies. @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 It’s for their birthdays! So happy birthday ladies! (I know they are already passed but happy birthday anyway!)
This year for the challenge you had to spin some wheels and create a story out of it! Which i think is fucking cool! What an awesome idea for a challenge! Not knowing what you could get?? The suspense!
Alas, my hoe goddesses must have been looking down on me when i spun the wheels. Here’s what I got!
I know what you’re thinking, there’s only one bed??? That happens to be one of my favorite tropes to read and I’ve never written it before! And then throw Steve in there? Count me the fuck in! Without any further ado, here’s my contribution! Enjoy! (Also, i’m not shocked i’m posting this on the last day it’s due!)
**DISCLAIMER, If you’re under 18, just don’t. This story is not for you, so kindly fuck off! Thanks!**
Words: 3.9k
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Language, Smut, Unprotected Sex, p in v
“Oh my god you are so insufferable!!” You all but yelled at the Captain.
“I’m insufferable?? At least I didn’t just almost blow the whole goddamn mission!”
You put the key in the lock of the motel door and spin around to face Steve. “LANGUAGE” you say in the most childish, mocking way you can manage. All it earned you was an eye roll. You turn back around and continue unlocking the door. “And for the record, I didn’t almost blow the mission! In fact, I believe I saved it.”
You yank the door open and march inside, intending to get as far away from Steve as possible. You come to a sudden stop when you can’t help but notice the small room.
“Saved it? Are you out of your fucki-” He runs right into you. “Why did you just stop walking, what is your problem?”
You look behind you and point to the middle of the room. Steve follows your gaze and lets out a noise of annoyance when he sees the single, small, double bed.
You quickly look around for a small couch. There was none. There weren’t even any chairs at the small table. And the floor looked too questionable to sleep on. “I’m going to fucking kill Stark. That rich son of a bitch couldn’t afford another room or at least a room with 2 beds?”
Steve pushes you out of his way and goes to the right side of the bed. “Might as well make the best of it Y/N. This was the only room and the only place to stay for miles.” He starts unpacking his bag, pulling out his pajamas and toiletries. He stalks off to the bathroom and turns around to face you. “Look, I don’t want to be in this situation any more than you do but it looks like we’re stuck. So, get over it.” With that he slams the bathroom door shut.
You run over to the bed and grab a pillow off of it and press it against your face and scream as loud as you can. God what an asshole.
Ever since you started working as an agent with the Avengers, you and Steve have had it out for each other.
You couldn’t stand his goody two shoes nature and he hated your carefree personality. You guys were constantly down each other’s throats. So much so that Tony made you two participate in team bonding exercises. Those only lasted 2 days before Steve threw a conniption fit and refused to participate in them.
Honestly, you don’t even know where it all went wrong. You went in with every intention of being friendly with everyone. Hell, even you and Bucky got along. But there was just something about Steve that really got under your skin and you guys have been bickering since day one.
Nat thinks it’s because you’re in love with each other and don’t want to admit feelings. You always roll your eyes at her and scoff. Steve always looks like he’s going to puke when she says that. There’s just no way he has any good feelings towards you.
But, if you’re being completely honest with yourself? In the deepest, darkest corners of your mind, you did have these thoughts. Thoughts you would only allow yourself to think late at night when you were completely alone.
Those thoughts that had you burying your fingers into your cunt and bringing yourself to orgasm at the thought of the insufferable prick in the bathroom.
Because all you really wanted at the end of the day was for him to dick. You. Down.
You just wanted him to take all of his frustrations out on your body. Use you as his own personal fuckdoll. Have him shove his cock so deep inside of you, the only thought you have left is his name.
But you knew that would never happen. Not only were you sure he found you repulsive, but you were pretty sure he didn’t have sex.
At least, not that you’ve been aware of. Sure he’s been on some dates here and there. But you’ve never seen one of his dates leave his room the next morning. You should know, you live on the same floor.
As you’re shaking the thoughts from your head, the bathroom door swings open. You look up and have to swallow the tiny whimper that builds in your throat.
Steve comes out of the bathroom, still damp, with his loose gray pajama pants hanging low on his hips. Holy shit, they weren’t leaving much to the imagination. They also weren’t helping the growing wetness in your panties. Stupid…sexy…blonde…asshole.
He pulls back the covers on his side and looks up at you. “You just going to stand there with that dumb look on your face, or are you going to take a shower?”
That snaps you out of your thoughts. You roll your eyes and grab your pajamas and toiletries out of your bag. “Sorry, I was just thinking about how I saved our asses on this mission.” Before he has time to retort, you slam the bathroom door shut.
After a very long, hot shower, (where you may or may not have brought yourself to orgasm at the thought of the blue-eyed asshole outside) you emerge from the bathroom and find Steve laying down in bed, staring at his compass that you know has Peggy’s picture in it. You honestly feel bad for him. How horrible that must have been? He finally found the love of his life and then he got frozen for 70 years. You can’t even imagine that.
He quickly shuts the compass after he realizes you’re out of the bathroom and puts it on his bedside table. He watches you as you walk around to get in on the other side of the bed. “About time, thought you might have drowned in there.”
You roll your eyes as you turn and face away from him. “Like you would’ve cared if I did.”
He doesn’t even dignify that with a response and turns off the lamp on his side. “Whatever. Goodnight Agent Y/L/N.”
You reach over and turn your lamp off as well. “Goodnight, Captain.”
After a few minutes of silence, you realize you’re not at all comfortable. You aren’t pressed right up against him, but any closer and you would be. It was doing absolutely nothing but ruining your panties. God, he smelled good. And he was so warm. You bet it feels incredible to be under hi-. No! You have to stop thinking these things. It really wasn’t good for your mental health.
You carefully turn around so that you’re facing him. You realize he’s facing you as well but his eyes are shut. He must be sleeping already. After quickly getting comfy, you close your eyes and attempt to sleep.
But you’re having a difficult time. You can feel every exhale of his fan across your face. Jesus, even his breath smelled good. God you were pathetic. You really needed to get laid to get him out of your system. Not like that was going to happen anytime soon.
Realizing you were never going to get any sleep with these thoughts, you try to quiet your mind. Easier said than done of course. You start thinking of Bruce’s last lecture. God love him, but did he know how to put you to sleep with quantum shit. Just as you start thinking of another lecture, you get this odd feeling. Almost like someone is watching you.
You pop your eyes open and meet the Captain’s irritated ocean ones looking back at you.
“God, I can practically hear you thinking! And what’s with your heart rate? What’s got you so on edge? What could possibly be affecting you that much? I mean, it can’t be the screwed up mission since you don’t think you did anything wrong. Are you afraid we’re going to get attacked here or something?”
You shake your head. “No, I know we’re safe. It’s probably just the adrenaline from the mission that I saved.”
Que another eye roll from Steve. “Yeah, sure you did. And the mission ended almost 3 hours ago now. We’d been on the road for awhile, which you were asleep for most of. So it can’t be the adrenaline. And it’s just you and me in this bed,” you see the realization dawn on his face, “unless I’m the one making your heart race? Does being this close to me make you nervous Y/N?”
“In your dreams, Rogers.” You quickly turn away so you don’t have his eyes boring into you.
You hear him let out a quiet chuckle. Next thing you know he’s moving until he’s pressed right up against you. He places his left hand on your hip and slowly gives it a squeeze. The moan that leaves your lips is totally involuntary. So is the slight arch your back makes. He lets out a small grunt as your ass bumps against his very prominent erection. He then leans in and whispers, “What was that noise? Sounded like a moan to me.” As he starts grinding against your ass. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you want me to fuck you. Is that what you want, Y/L/N?”
Holy shit. YES. It’s all you want. Just for him to-
Wait.
He hates you. He has to be teasing you so he can make fun of you later. You weren’t going to give him that satisfaction. Nope.
You quickly turn back around and push him a little away from you. “Keep talking like that Rogers and you’re going to make me throw up. Have you ever even had sex before?”
The look you see before he launches himself at you is murderous. You don’t even have time to react before he has you caged underneath him. Your hands are pinned next to your head by his hands. His hips are pressed against you to keep you from moving, making his hard on press right against your core.
He smirks down at you. “Oh, I’ve had sex. Done things that would probably even make you blush.”
You still aren’t going to give into him that easily. You roll your eyes. “Like what? Had sex in a position other than missionary? Which just happens to be the most boring position so it’s probably your favorite. You also look like a 2 pump chump. Do you even know what that is? Okay. Let me explain. It’s when-”
You’re abruptly cut off when Steve presses his lips against yours harshly. He doesn’t even ask for permission before he’s sticking his tongue down your throat and biting your bottom lip.
It takes you a minute but you quickly kiss back and try to move your hips against his for some much needed friction.
He pulls back after literally kissing your breath away and presses his forehead against yours. “Will you for once in your life, shut the fuck up?”
You’d do anything he’d tell you if he kissed you like that again.
He gets a serious look on his face. “Seriously, Y/N. Do you want this or not?”
This is it. You could tell him yes and then he’ll know you at least don’t hate him entirely.
Or, you could turn him down and keep your charade up.
It’s a no brainer.
You lift your head up to connect your lips at the same time you wrap your legs around his waist.
He lets out a beautiful moan into your mouth, grinding down against you. He let’s go of your hands. You immediately thread both hands through his hair and give it a tug. Another beautiful moan falls from his lips. He moves his lips down to your neck and takes a few seconds to find your weak spot. It doesn’t take him long. As soon as his lips touch the spot just below your ear, you shiver. He smirks against your neck. “Yeah? You like that, babygirl?”
Oh fuck. If he’s going to call you that during this, you’re not going to survive it.
You just whimper and push up against his hips with more force. You take your left hand and move it down his side and start trying to lower his pajama pants. He sits up on his knees and waves his finger at you.
“Nuh-uh. Gotta get you ready first before Lil Cap comes out.” He starts removing your shirt as a laugh bubbles up in your chest. He gets your shirt off and looks at you in confusion. “Something funny, Y/L/N?”
You nod your head towards his dick. “Do you really call him Lil Cap? That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard! I can’t eve-“
Now he interrupts you by shoving his left middle and index fingers into your mouth. “Apparently you didn’t understand about shutting the fuck up. So why don’t you put your mouth to use and suck my fingers while I get you ready?”
Not wanting to piss him off so much that he stops, you obey. “Good girl.” Your pussy pulses around nothing.
He moves his right hand across your breasts, making sure to give each one a good squeeze. He then leans down and takes your left nipple into his mouth, causing you to arch up. He moves his right hand to your other nipple and starts gently squeezing it. This is not good. Your nipples are very sensitive. You start whimpering around his fingers. He removes his lips from you and looks into your eyes. “What’s wrong, babygirl? Extra sensitive?”
He then starts moving his right hand down your body as his lips connect to your right nipple. You can already feel an orgasm building. You could cum from just this stimulation alone.
His hand makes contact with your shorts. He’s quick to pull them and your ruined panties down enough that he can make contact with your neglected cunt, letting out a sinful moan as he makes contact with your wetness. He lifts off your nipple with a pop. “You’re so wet, babygirl. Is that all for me? Does your Captain make you this wet?” He says as he’s circling your clit.
Jesus Christ you are right on the edge. Just a little bit more pressure and- it’s gone. The feeling is gone. You open your eyes to see Steve glaring down at you. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth. “I asked you a question, Y/L/N. Are you already too cockdrunk to answer? Pathetic. My cock isn’t even out yet.” With that he smacks your pussy, sending you spiraling into an orgasm.
You scream out his name and he watches with wide eyes and a slacked jaw as you quickly circle your clit to make it last a little longer.
After a few seconds, you slow your hand down and look up at him. “What’s wrong Rogers? Never made a girl cum before?”
That makes him snap his jaw shut and smirk at you. He starts pulling your shorts off the rest of the way, throwing them somewhere behind him once he succeeds. He then lowers his pants just enough that his cock springs free.
Oh.
Shit.
How was that going to fit? Was it that big before the serum?
You must be staring at him with a scared look because his cocky smirk drops. He rubs his hands up and down your thighs. “Hey, Y/N, look at me. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
He starts to pull his pants back up when you don’t answer him right away. The movement makes you snap out of the trance you seem to be in. You place your left hand on his arm. “No! Please.” He stops his movements. “I want to, it’s just that, you’re so big Steve.”
Well, there’s that cocky smirk again. “Yeah, I know. But we can start slow, make sure you’re nice and comfy before I fuck you into the mattress.”
That made a fresh wave of arousal leak out of you.
Still on his knees, he leans over you and places his left hand on the mattress next to your head. He grabs the base of his cock with his right hand and starts rubbing the tip up and down your wet center. With every swipe up he smacks the tip against your clit, causing you to squirm. You grab onto his hips, trying to push him into you. “Steve, please! Need you.”
“Oh, I really like the sound of you begging while you’re underneath me babygirl.” He catches his tip at your entrance. He leans down and just barely brushes his lips against your weak spot. “I think I’d like to hear some more.”
You weren’t above begging. “Fuck! Please, Steve! Please! I need it. Need you, so bad! Please, fuck me.”
He pushes in just a little, but not nearly enough. He then moves his right hand from his cock and up to your left nipple, gently tugging it. All the while lightly biting and kissing at your neck.
That’s it. “Oh my god, Steve! What the fuck are you waiting for? A rainy fucking day? Would you like me to come back tomorrow? I mean jesus Chris-Oooof!”
He slams all the way inside of you in one thrust. You’re feeling so many things at once. Pleasure, pain, being too full but at the same time never wanting to go without this feeling again.
He smirks down at you. “What? Nothing else to say? Is this all I’ve had to do this whole time to get you to shut up? Stuff you with my cock? Had I known that, I would’ve done this ages ago.”
And that’s all the time you get to adjust before he starts, as promised, fucking you into the mattress.
His hips are moving so fast that there is no way you can keep up. You try but give up quickly and wrap your legs higher around his waist and wrap your arms around his neck and hang on.
The grunts and groans coming from him are just making you wetter, if that were possible. He feels amazing. Stretching you out so good.
“Fuck. I hate how fucking good you feel.”
It’s your turn to smirk up at him. “Yeah? Well, I hate how good your big cock feels”
He returns your smirk. “Well, I hate how wet you get for me.”
Your smirk turns into a glare. “I hate you.”
He stops and raises up on his knees and throws your left leg over his shoulder. He leans down and pulls you in for a bruising kiss. “I hate you more.” With that, he picks up his brutal pace again. He raises back up on his knees and wraps his arms around the leg over his shoulder.
The only sounds you can hear in the room for the next few minutes is your embarrassingly wet pussy and skin slapping against skin. It only makes your orgasm build.
“Fuck, gonna cum for me Y/N? Be a good girl for once?”
There is no way you can give him a coherent response. You instead moan out his name and grab onto your breasts and start giving your nipples attention.
“Fuck, what a gorgeous sight. You underneath me playing with your tits while you’re stuffed with my cock. Ah, fuck! Gonna cum. Your pussy feels too damn good. Can I cum inside you?”
You’ve never nodded your head quicker. “Please! Fill me up, Steve. Need it!”
He removes his left arm from around your leg and moves it down until he’s circling your clit in time with his thrusts. “Need you to cum with me, babygirl. Need to feel you choke my cock.”
With just a few more thrusts of his hips and a bit more pressure on your clit, you fall over the edge.
You scream his name as you feel your walls pulse around his cock. You barely hear him groan out your name as his hips falter as he shoots his load deep inside of you.
Taking deep breaths, you slowly open your eyes and gaze up at him. He removes your leg from his shoulder and wraps it back around his waist and leans down for a kiss.
After a few moments he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. “Wow.” Is all he can say. He’s never cum so hard before. This is easily the best sex he’s ever had.
For you too. But still, you can’t help the words that come out of your mouth.
You run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Yeah, wow. That sucked.”
He lifts his head and you can’t help but burst out laughing at his expression. He thought you were serious. But he quickly catches on that you were teasing. He gently pinches your side. “You’re going to pay for that, Y/N.”
He slowly pulls out of you and drops onto your side of the bed on his back. You instantly feel his spend starting to trickle out of you.
You start to sit up, but a hand on your arm stops you. “Where you going?” Steve asks in a sleepy, fucked-out voice.
You pat his arm and move to the edge of the bed. “I have to go, uh, clean up a little. I’ll be right back.” He nods and places his hand on his chest and shuts his eyes.
Not sure if you can walk, you stand to test how wobbly your legs are. You fall but quickly catch yourself on the bedside table.
Steve cracks an eye open and laughs at you. “What’s wrong, Y/L/N? Having a little trouble walking?”
You manage to make yourself upright and slowly stumble towards the bathroom while flipping Steve the bird.
You hear him cackling as you shut the bathroom door.
After peeing and cleaning yourself up, you head back out to find Steve now under the covers and almost asleep. Right before you get to the bed, you step on something. You look down and see Steve’s compass lying on the carpet. You must’ve accidentally knocked it off when you fell into the nightstand.
You bend down to pick it up and realize it’s opened. Knowing it’s a personal item that he doesn’t let anybody touch, you go to quickly close it. But the picture inside catches your eye. It’s not Peggy in the compass.
It’s you.
It’s the picture you’re made to take on your first day of training as an Agent.
Your heart skips a beat. Did this mean that Steve loved you?
His movement has you quickly snapping it closed and quietly placing it back on the bedside table.
He opens his eyes and raises the covers and gestures for you to get in.
You smile and gladly accept his invitation.
After getting situated, you’re laying with your face pressed up against the crook of his neck with your hands against his chest. He has his arms wrapped around your waist, rubbing his hands up and down your back. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
You smile against his neck. “Goodnight, Steve.”
A few seconds later, you hear him barely above a whisper. “I hate you.”
Pressing a kiss against his neck you whisper back , “I hate you more.”
pairing: steve rogers x black!reader (established) genre:uh… fluff? summary: in which the reader gets a dramatic hair transformation warnings: language (like one swear) and i guess suggestive content towards the end there. word count: 800+ (short ik)
a/n: because i can’t possibly be the only one that’s ever just vexed and cut their hair off (or at least though about it). Here’s electric avenue as well. finding a good gif is so foken hard….
You’re sat impatiently, your eyes glued on the television as you wait for your doorbell to ring. You were tired, tired of telling off grown ass people off for invading your personal space, being the only black person at work was a blessing— nobody ever really realised how truly unkempt your hair but it made you the token black and your co-workers treated you like it.
You had taken your time styling your twist-out the morning before and what had started as a beautiful crown atop your head had ended up a disheveled mess. So much so that you had rushed to cover it up during your lunch break, spending an exorbitant amount on a scarf that was ugly despite its price at a store that took way too long to get to and that you would have never gone to if not for your desperation.
Marching into the bathroom, you pulled out your phone; sending a video to your group chat.
“Tell me why I came to work looking like a queen and now I’m one discovery away from being Albert Einstein,” you chastised.
You set your phone down after, hiding your hair under the scarf. Your reflection stares back at you, face veiled in disdain and you can’t help the scoff that leaves your lips. Maybe you should ask for the rest of the day off.
You had come home in a fit of blind rage, the scarf was too tightly wound around your ead and given you a throbbing headache and once you had set yourself on your couch you were consumed by frustration and hastily opened your messages to read all your friends replies.
Outbottomed (Sam): bitch it’s blackbert einstein!
Dev(il): That was weak… anyway y/n you look like you got a white person to do your hair
Dev(il): You know them ones when you stretch your hair but then it starts raining heavily and you don’t have an umbrella on you… you know the rest
Sugar mimi: You better do something about that mess! No friend of mine can look that bummy
You don’t know what you had expected and you stare at your phone with a frown.
Amazon sells clippers, right?
The bell rang and as you rushed to open it you found the door handle being turned already- you stepped back, steps quickening as you moved to get a knife from the kitchen.
“Yeah it’s fine, I’ll sign for it,” you hear a familiar voice say, door closing after a pause and you relax, a smile making its way to your face when the man in question comes into view.
“So what did you order?” He asks, setting the package down on the kitchen counter.
“Hello to you too, and you’ll see,” you chime playfully as you pick the box up, placing a kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek before heading for your bedroom. “Wait in the living room! I’ll be out in a bit!” You call over your shoulder.
You’re standing in front of a mirror, your hair already sectioned and twisted from last night; you take scissors and try to get as close to the root as you can, the words ‘it’ll grow back’ leaving your mouth as a mantra. You switch the clippers on, the buzzing oddly addicting and suddenly your giddy for the change.
Steve is trying to distract himself, waiting for you to exit your bathroom, he can hear music playing and he’s not sure but he thinks it’s Electric Avenue.
He can’t help the smile that graces his lips and you walk out, hoodie pulled over your head and he thinks you look like that evil Kermit meme you showed him months ago.
You shyly lower the hood, revealing your new haircut- it was short- not a skin cut like that of the Dora Milaje but short enough to buy a lady-durag and make everyone seasick. He smiles wider now, gesturing for you to sit in his lap; you straddle him instead.
“You look beautiful, baby,” he says.
“Just beautiful?” You quip, playfully grinding against him, gauging his reaction with a mischievous grin, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on his lips as you attempt to get up but his hands grab your hips, drawing you back into him.
“You look beautiful and amazing and sexy and like you started something you don’t want to finish.” He begins to kiss down your jaw and when he gets to your neck they’re open-mouthed and sloppy and you hum approvingly as your fingers stroke the hair at the nape of his neck.
“We’re not doing this on the couch again, we should head for the bedroom before both of us are too caught up,” you mumble. and he grunts in response.
Steve secures his hands under your thighs and stand up. You can’t help but moan when his teeth gingerly pull at your earlobe but the words that follow make you smile like an idiot again.
“It really really suits you.”
You hum in response, hands busied with the task of undoing his shirt buttons “Just don’t complain when you find you have nothing to grab when I’m riding y-” your words are replaced with a yelp as he drops you on the bed.
“Maybe I’ll get you a scarf… or one of those things that Sam wears… a durag.”
Rated: MATURE! 18+ ONLY!! (UNPROTECTED SEX, ORAL *MALE RECIEVEING*, ROUGH SEX, SPRINKLE OF CAPTAIN KINK, SPRINKLE OF FLUFF)
Fandom:Marvel/MCU
I found this giant list of smutty prompts and decided to use them to get more writings out and add some new characters! Enjoy!!
I heard Steve’s morning alarm ringing making me groan softly. He started to untangle himself from me to get up. I grabbed his arms pulling him back to me. He chuckled nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. He placed a soft kiss on my skin.
“It’s time for my run beautiful.” He whispered.
“No, skip it today it’s not like it’ll hurt that ridiculous body,” I mumbled as I pulled him closer.
He placed several soft kisses on my neck making me hum.
“I have other things I have to do too (Y/N).” He chuckled softly
I groaned then rolled over to face him. He wrapped his large arm around my waist pulling me completely against his chest. I was the one to pepper kisses on his skin this time. He groaned softly then pulled my head up so he could kiss my forehead.
“I really need to get up.” He said quietly.
I did not want to lay alone in this bed right now. I wanted to stay cuddled up to him. I just wanted him. I rolled him over onto his back as I straddled him. His large hands rested on top of my thighs as I leaned down to kiss him. He could never deny my kisses even if he wanted to and I knew that. I slowly trail my kiss down his lean, hard body until I reached the hem of his boxers. He groaned softly as my hand lightly palmed him through the thin material.
“What are you doing doll?” He asked with an amused smile.
I pulled his boxers down revealing his semi-hard erection. I licked my lips as I looked up at him. My hand wrapped around him then slowly started to stroke him.
“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed,” I told him softly.
I didn’t give him a chance to protest. I licked from his hilt to the tip. I felt him harden instantly under my tongue. I wrapped my lips around him making him groan and buck his hips upwards. I bobbed my head taking him in deeper and deeper. I took in his full length letting it hit the back of my throat. I kept him there for a few seconds pulling out a low growl from him. Just the sounds he made were enough to get me going. I loved that I was the only that got to see Steve like this. Tousled hair, ragged breathing, and eyes dark with lust.
He grabbed a fist full of my hair pulling me away from his dick. He pulled me back up his body crashing his lips to mine as soon as he could reach them. I rubbed my lace-covered center against his now full erection. He groaned into my mouth.
“You gonna ride me doll or just tease me?” He asked breathlessly.
I smiled against his lips then moved my panties to the side. I grabbed hold of him then swiped his tip through my folds a few times to let him feel how wet I was. He moaned softly as his head fell back against the pillows. I lined him up with my entrance then sank down taking in his full length in one motion.
“Fuck” he breathed out as his large hands grabbed my wrists.
I started to roll my hips in a slow motion loving how he filled me. His grip tightened on my hips. I moaned as he forced my hips to move against him faster. I leaned forward hovering over him letting him guide my hips at the pace he wanted. I kissed and nipped at his chiseled jaw with my teeth.
I yelped in surprise when I landed on my back. Steve looming over me as he slammed himself back in. I cried out my back arching off the bed. He draped my legs over his arms as he grabbed my hips pulling me closer to him. His pace was rough and hard with loud slaps of skin against skin. He had me angled perfectly hitting that spot to make me a moaning babbling mess beneath him. My hands found his chest slowly dragging my nails down his skin. He groaned slamming into me even harder.
“Fuck Captain” I moan.
A shiver went through me at the sound he made. It was like a groan mixed with a growl. I had never heard him make such a noise. It had me clenching tight around him. He pushed my legs back so my thighs were against my stomach. He leaned over me locking his eyes with mine as he kept up his brutal pace. The new angle had him going deeper. I was breathless unable to do anything but moan and whimper. I could feel myself ready to burst. My walls clamping down around Steve. Steve let at a guttural groan as his hips stuttered obviously feeling it too.
“Please Captain” I whimpered wrapping my hands around his arms.
He leaned forward more capturing my lips with his. One of his hands came to my clit rubbing quick harsh circles. It only took a few seconds to push me over the edge. I cried out holding onto him like he was my lifeline as I moaned his name. His hips stuttered again but his thrust kept the same harsh force. He grunted my name as his hips rolled to a stuttering stop. We both panted trying to catch our breath. He pulled out then fell beside me on the bed with a huff.
I rolled over resting my head on his chest as I continued to try to catch my breath. His arms wrapped tightly around me as he pulled me even closer.
“You keep that up and I won’t be running anymore for my morning workout.” He teased softly.
I chuckled lightly slapping his chest.
“That could be arranged you know,” I told him in amusement.
He only laughed then placed several quick kisses around my face.
Warnings: 18+, language, mentions of violence/war (brief), smut, threesome, mention of pain kink (brief).
A/N: Welcome to the complicated world I created just for us.
The first time Bucky had seen you had been the same as today; you walking away, unaware of his gaze. This time however it wasn’t in the streets of Bucharest, rather the heart of New York City. This time, you weren’t walking away to be unsuspicious, to remain another face in the crowd while secretly determining how to help Steve convince him that Captain America wanted to help Bucky. No, now you were walking alone, leaves crunching underfoot as you hurried away from the Tower with fresh tears staining your cheeks.
The biggest difference, however, was that Bucky knew you now. He wasn’t trying to hide from anyone when he hurried out of the Tower after you. He followed, unsure of what exactly was going on but knowing enough to keep a polite distance. He had been showering when you were in the kitchen with Steve, having a conversation, and had been dressing when the sound of the front door slamming met his ears, followed by Steve cursing aloud.
As much as he wanted to comfort him, Bucky knew that you needed him more, and so he followed.
He’d been mesmerized by you the moment he saw you that first time. You were with Steve, hunting him—the Winter Soldier—trying to find Bucky before SHIELD or anyone else could. He remembers being torn between looking at Steve, taking in how his best friend had changed over all the years that had passed while he was the Winter Soldier, and gazing at you. Your face was almost like an open book; he could read every expression upon it even with such limited knowledge of who you even were.
The first time he saw Steve touch you in an affectionate way that signalled the romance between you, Bucky had felt a ripping tear in his heart. He had always loved Steve. He would, he knew, until the day he died. But it wasn’t quite jealousy that he felt as he surreptitiously surveyed the two of you from the containment pod he’d been placed in after you had all been arrested. It was a new feeling, a mixture of deep longing and sorrow, intense attraction, a need to feel wanted.
To love and be loved endlessly.
And then they were all on the run, and Bucky found himself readjusting to his mind and body, while simultaneously falling for you and harder for Steve. It was a confusing, difficult time—he had always been unsure and afraid of how he felt for Steve Rogers. For so much time to have passed, to feel those things for his best friend again, it was overwhelming. Add to that the way he reverently admired you, and he wasn’t functioning at his best. It was months of the best kind of agony before he snuck away with Steve to Wakanda.
Now though, as you walked quickly up ahead, it wasn’t about Steve, or Bucky even. It was about you, and the ways you had suffered since Bucky came into your life. You were like a bright star in everyone’s life, a constant, strong and beautiful and so full of life—but your gasping cries that you were attempting to suppress, which his enhanced hearing caught with ease, told him you were breaking.
Breaking because you were in an impossible situation, between Steve and him. If you were a star-Steve was the sun, and that meant that he, James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, was the moon. And you were stuck between them. Between the sun and the moon.
“Peach,” He finally called to you when you crossed a busy street with barely a glance and a taxi screeched to a stop, laying on his horn. You ignored the taxi and Bucky, continuing your path to the East River and he quickened his steps until he was level with you, resisting the urge to pull you into his side protectively.
For a few minutes, he walked in tandem with you, his eyes darting around instinctively, though it was a beautiful fall day and most people were trying to spend the time in parks or buildings with good views of Central Park, not aggressively marching toward the river. When it was within sight, you broke the silence, your voice low, “He told you?”
Bucky knew that this would happen, which was why he’d told Steve to rethink how he spoke to you—but stubborn as ever, Steve Rogers had trouble taking that sort of advice. “Last night, Peach. He knew I saw it coming, wanted me to be prepared for when you were told.”
“I just,” You stop abruptly, spinning to look up at Bucky and he instantly tugs you closer, his metal arm securing around your waist. “I don’t get why he’s acting like…all secretive with me. Does he not think I’d understand or support him?” You brush furiously at a few tears that leak out of your eyes and Bucky glances around, spotting a vacant storefront vestibule to stand in, out of the way of the sidewalk traffic.
He leads you there gently, mulling over his response. “I think he worries the most about the differences between us and you. He—and I—we’re in our late thirties, but really we’re over a hundred, Peach,” Bucky smooths his flesh thumb across your cheek, “After everything that happened, and losing Tony, rebuilding…it took its toll on all of us but you keep going. You are so strong and ready to do what you can every single day, and I’m sure he’s afraid what you’ll think of his decision.”
“He’s retiring from being Captain America, Bucky. He’s not going to stop being Steve Rogers. He’s not going to stop being one of the loves of my life. Steve knows that I—that we both—would support him no matter what.”
Bucky sighed, nodding in agreement and preparing to tell you a truth he’d hoped to avoid. He gave himself away, his jaw tensing, and you narrowed your eyes slightly, waiting. “I’m going to tell you something, and I want—need—you to think about it before you react, alright?” You gave a stiff nod, shoulders tense, and he could hear the rate of your heartbeat increase slightly. “First, he didn’t tell me this. He doesn’t know that I know. I overheard him talking to Bruce before he did the time jump to return the stones.”
Both of you remembered that day clearly, it had been a beautiful, sunny morning and yet there was so much grief and exhaustion left from the recent defeat of Thanos. It didn’t feel like a victory, in many ways. “What did you hear, Bucky?”
“They were sitting together, finalizing the plans and Steve said he wondered if he shouldn’t come back. If he should stay in the past and start fresh, and let us move on together,” Bucky saw the hurt and surprise in your eyes as you stared up at him, and wished he didn’t have to tell you this. He always hated saying anything that didn’t make you happy. “He thinks we love each other enough to be able to live without him. But he said he couldn’t bring himself to do it, because he selfishly loves us both too much. And he feels horrible for choosing his own happiness, at that moment. Bruce disagreed, but you know how Steve can get.”
“Bucky,” You pressed closer to him, wide eyes are drawn with hurt, “He was going to just…stay? Never see us again and not even tell us?” Though it had been several months since that revelation that Bucky wasn’t even supposed to have heard, it felt fresh again as he saw the same heartache cut at you that he had experienced. But the tears surprised him; your face crumples as he nods to your words and then you’re crying and he can’t figure out why, when you were always the one to grow angry, to rage until Bucky could calm you, or Steve could distract you.
He gathers you closer, a noise of protest rumbling in his chest at your tears, and he smooths his hands down your hair and leans closer, “Peach, talk to me. What’s going on—why did you run out like that?” Usually, when one or both of them upset you or frustrated you—a rare occasion—you would go on a walk to cool your head. Bucky had anticipated that you would do the same today, after speaking with Steve. But he’d been surprised at the way you slammed out of the penthouse.
It just wasn’t like you; when you were angry enough you stuck around and raged. Inevitably calming enough to allow them to care for you—Steve was the passionate one, Bucky was the protective one, and you were the calm between them that made the dynamic work so well. Your every action today was unlike you, and it concerned him.
You sniffled a few times before drawing your head from his chest and glancing around, “It’s just, he said that he wants to travel, and find a home that’s out of the city—all things we’ve all spoken about before. Only he said ‘Doll, you and Bucky are my life, but you don’t have to change your whole life because of me.’ He said I’d already sacrificed too much, Bucky,” Your eyes find him again, and you bring your hands to clutch at his jacket. “What if he’s regretting not staying back? What if he wanted to find that woman—Peggy?—and just start over? And now he’s trying to get rid of me, knowing you’ll follow, so he can-”
“No,” Bucky growled, cutting you off and capturing your face gently in his hands, “No Peach, that’s not it. I promise you he doesn’t want to leave us, not for anything or anyone,” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, “Now, let me take you home. Steve went out, he knew you’d need space. He’s visiting Rhodey, so we have the place to ourselves.”
You searched Bucky’s face and found no reason to disbelieve him because he never could lie to you. He could omit or avoid like a pro, but straight-out lies weren’t something he could do to you. That was another difference between Bucky and Steve, that he could never lie and yet Steve would want to protect you from more truths, it’s why the relationship worked so well. They balanced one another, and you grounded them.
The walk home was silent, but you held his hand tight in yours and didn’t object when he tucked you into his side when the Tower came into view. It was much busier here, with the Tower being next to Grand Central Station, and he liked to avoid crowds, leading you along carefully. He could tell that there was a reason behind your evident fear today, yet he couldn’t get a read on it. Nothing over the last few days had seemed amiss, other than Steve’s eyes clouding over as he considered how to speak to you about his retirement.
He broke while in the elevator, unable to stand another moment so unsure of your thoughts. After asking FRIDAY to bring you both to the main residence, he blurted out, “what’s going on, really?”
You shift uncomfortably, your eyes flickering away from his and landing somewhere on the marble flooring of the elevator. When it dings the arrival and the doors open to the quiet penthouse, you rush out and he has to follow you—this is the sort of behaviour that would make Steve throw you over his shoulder. Bucky, however, was the talker.
“Peach,goddamn it, where are you going?”
He can see exactly where you were heading but hoped to get you speaking. You just continued toward the bedroom—the large primary suite that you shared with Bucky and Steve. When you entered, you went straight into the ensuite and Bucky heard your stomach make an alarming noise at the same moment you dropped to your knees and emptied its contents into the toilet.
Bucky shot forward, panicked, one hand snatching carefully at your hair and holding it back for you while he felt your forehead with the other. It was instinct to check your temperature, but the thing was, it did no good. You never got sick. You wretched again, this time only throwing up bile, and Bucky grunted in frustration—you did not get sick. He’d never even seen you even so much as cough.
“I’m okay,” You’re panting, though you seem to be done and he flushes the toilet before lifting and carrying you to sit on a lounger near the large soaker tub. He then gets you a glass of cold water and watches as you greedily drink it down. “Thank you—Bucky, stop glowering, I’m alright.”
You reach out for him and he drops to sit in front of you, frowning. “You don’t get sick. You’ve never been sick a day in your life, and you’re this calm after-after that? What the hell?” He grabs your hands in his own and gives you a desperate look as he pushes his enhanced senses to their limit. He can hear the steady beat of your heart, the air moving through your lungs. You smell like peaches, though there’s a mix of vomit polluting that and he thinks there might be something else there, but before he can lean in to start sniffing you, you hiccup. “Damn it, what is going on?”
It was a universally known truth that you could not be harmed, get ill, or die. Your powers, since birth, healed you too quickly. Even small bodily reactions that a normal person might have—a cough, sneeze, hiccup—didn’t affect you. Your powers healed even those irritants so quickly that you weren’t affected. He’d seen you take serious, life-ending hits at the battle in Wakanda against Thanos’s army, and you simply shook them off. Fear and panic were now at the forefront of his mind, forcing him to imagine your abilities fading, injuries and illness overwhelming you and your body shutting down, decaying…
“Hey, stay here with me, Bucky,” You coo, your soft voice pulling him from the swirling mix of emotions, “It’s not what you’re thinking. I just, I don’t know how…I thought Steve…”
You trail off and he gazes at you in bewilderment, “Peach, give me something here or I’m calling Dr. Banner.” His voice is determinedly steady, despite his confusion and frustration.
“He already knows about this,” You reply, you’re expression full of emotion. “We—the three of us—we haven’t talked about this yet. I don’t know what either of you…Christ. Bucky, I’m pregnant.”
Immediately his concern that you were on death’s door evaporates and instead is replaced with a dawning sort of emotion, a flurry where he can’t quite feel any specific one. “You—oh my god, Peach!” He reaches for you and plants you on his lap. After a pause, he pulls back and hits the brakes before showing too much excitement, “Wait—I know we haven’t talked about this, and I don’t know what you’re feeling about it but I want you to know I support you no matter what, alright? Are you—did you want…?”
A smile flickers across your face, “I’m happy I’m having a baby. It’s everything else. We were still figuring this—us—out. And Steve wants to retire and this is just another big life event and it’s—“
You break off, giving Bucky an uncertain look, your lower lip drawing between your teeth. He tucks some hair behind your ear, “Tell me. No holding back on this, we’re going to figure it all out, so spill.”
“But that’s just it, Bucky. We needed to talk about this before I got pregnant, and I wasn’t expecting to—well, before the blip I was on birth control.”
You’re looking at Bucky but the words don’t seem to sink in the way you expected, and he frowns when you run a hand over your face. “Okay…”
“I was on birth control, and Steve and I hadn’t had sex in a few weeks before we came back to you in Wakanda.”
Bucky blinks, twice, slowly. He stares at you, “I—but I was the only one who—”
“Right, and Bruce puts the baby at just over twelves weeks. I got pregnant that day, we blipped, and when we came back it…continued. The baby, it’s yours Bucky, and I don’t even know how to tell Steve because—“
Bucky’s head jerks to the door before you finish speaking, his hearing catching the breath that his tall, lifetime friend and lover draws in upon hearing your words. You follow Bucky’s gaze in confusion, and he watches as you meet Steve’s eyes.
“Doll, did you just say you’re pregnant?”
Three Months Before
When Bucky wakes from cryo, the first thing he does is ask after Steve and you. Ayo is kind and updates him, assures him that you’re both fine, if still on the run. He hates himself for leaving, even though he knows it was the right decision. He was too much of a liability, being on the run with you and Steve and Sam. He thinks back to the night, a few weeks into running, that you had asked him not to leave because you sensed his turmoil and guilt.
And there had been no point in lying, even if he could lie to you, he knew that your powers extended past healing—they included an extra sense for emotions that hurt the brain. Sadness was natural; he could feel it and you wouldn’t know. But the guilt he put on his shoulders? That you seemed to sense, and you tried convincing Bucky he didn’t need to feel guilty for the things he had done, for what HYDRA had done to him.
He let you think that was the only reason he went into cryo.
Ayo spends the weeks following his awakening working hard to rid Bucky of the conditioning that the HYDRA scientists had etched into his brain. It’s painful, physically and emotionally, but every time he loses hope and grows tired he thinks of Steve and you, that cabin in the middle of nowhere. The way you smelled like peaches, and what it felt like to watch Steve press gentle kisses to your forehead, that surge of affection and longing.
He weeps when the work is done–after Ayo has tested him to prove that the words no longer have any effect on him—that he will never be under the control of anyone ever again is so freeing that he cries as though being reborn, and he doesn’t know how to thank her, or the other Wakandan’s who aided in the research to help him. He spends the next several months helping in any way he can, anywhere in Wakanda. The nub where his left arm used to be healed from the metal arm being torn off, his hair grew, and the time in the sun gave his skin a glow.
At night, he falls asleep dreaming of you and Steve before the nightmares twist in, overtaking the warm thoughts and splaying the Winter Soldier’s memories out for him to rewatch. There isn’t a full night’s sleep, and he never climbs into his bed. It helps that the floor of his room within the Wakandan palace is laid with fine and cool marble, the hard surface a distraction, the super-soldier serum ensuring he doesn’t feel pain from tossing and turning night after night on the floor.
Now, he wonders if it’s the sun-kissed skin or longer hair or frown lines that make you freeze when you step off the ship, paces behind Steve, who goes straight for the King, T’Challa, in a warm greeting. Bucky had only found out you were coming that very morning when the King approached him with a final gift—a vibranium arm, black laced with gold—and told him that a fight was on its way. Ayo was the one to explain to him in greater detail what was happening; who the enemy was, and who was coming to help protect Wakanda.
The way your eyes widen tells him you weren’t expecting to see him—you must have thought he’d still be frozen, or that he had left Wakanda. Likewise, Bucky gazes at you, seeing you for what feels nearly like the first time, so different as he was now. Your hair is much longer as well, braided back off your face, and you wear a tactical suit that looks expensive and sturdy. You look beautiful, though the sight of you in battle gear makes his heart sting, and the moment the feeling moves through him, he sees you flinch.
Before he can move, King T’Challa steps into his view, blocking you, and is ushering Steve in his direction. His best friend looks different too—his eyes are tired, though they’re bright when they meet his own, and his hair is longer than Bucky had ever seen it, a beard to match that stirs something inside of him. Bucky hears himself say something witty, but he’s focused on the way Steve’s expression changes before they embrace.
His breath is cool on Bucky’s ear, “Missed you, Buck. Both of us.”
It’s been several hours and you haven’t come near him. Bucky watches you, longs to go to you and beg for forgiveness, but battle plans are being made and there’s so much activity that it’s not possible to storm across the room. So he watches you, studies the tension in your shoulders, and he sees you flinch, even let out small gasps that you hide behind false coughs, and he realizes that the room is swirling with too many negative emotions and you’re overwhelmed.
When you finally meet his gaze from across the room, Bucky holds it and lets himself feel the desperation for you. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Steve glance between you both, then returns his attention to the conversation around him. You must get a read on something from Steve because you reach a handout and press it to his wrist and he visibly relaxes. His gaze falls to you and there’s a brief, silent exchange there that Bucky can’t understand, and then you’re walking across the room to Ayo.
She smiles at you politely. When you speak to her, your voice is too low even for Bucky to hear because of all the voices in the room, but he watches intently as Ayo grows confused, then understanding clears her expression and she smirks at you knowingly. With a nod to another Wakandan, who she says something to briefly, you’re sweeping out of the room, following them hastily.
Bucky doesn’t hesitate to move around the room and Ayo’s eyes follow him the entire time, lit with amusement. “Where did she go?” He demands, his voice low with respect but edged.
Ayo only smiles wider, “You might want to make a visit to your room, White Wolf.”
He gives her a curt nod before hurrying away, his mind running hundreds of scenarios, most of them involving you slapping him for leaving the way he did. He wouldn’t blame you for that sort of reaction; he spent months building a friendship with you while on the run, promising he wouldn’t disappear, and then pulled Steve into his plan to escape to Wakanda for the proffered cryo containment.
When he gets to his room, footsteps heavy, the door is ajar and he steps inside quietly, pushing it shut behind him. You’re standing at his bedside table, a hand tracing over the book he was reading—The Hobbit, an old favourite.
“You don’t need to feel so guilty, Bucky. I knew you were going to leave.”
He stills, surveying you slowly and lifting his brows as he considers the implication behind your words. “You can sense…me, that well?”
You shrug, turning to face him and crossing your arms, “If I really focus, I can pick up on a lot of emotions. But certain people give off more, or I’m tuned into them better, I guess.”
“And I’m one of the ones you can tune into…?”
“One of the only ones I can to that degree, actually.”
Your gaze falls away and you bite your lip, as if aware that you’ve revealed more than you’d wanted to. Bucky frowns, “Who else can you—?”
“My parents. Steve. You,” A thrill runs down his spine at the admission, and hope flares within. You must feel it because you smile. “Come on, Bucky Barnes. You must have realized how I felt. Feel.”
He ignores that comment for a moment. “I thought you could only feel the negative emotions?”
“Apparently that limitation doesn’t apply to you, Steve or my parents.” You reply curtly, eyeing Bucky now and he knows you want him to address what you said.
“I…don’t think I deserve to be grouped with them,” He admits, and you tilt your head, frowning. “Peach, Steve is my best friend. And I care about you too Goddamn much to even entertain—”
When you let out a soft chuckle, he breaks off and stares at you in surprise. “Entertain? Bucky, I think we can all agree that whatever this is between us, it’s out of our control. And I thought Steve was dense when it came to emotions,” You take a few steps closer, tilting your head to gaze up at him. “I know you love him. And that he loves you. The feelings between you both—Christ, they’re intense. You both sucked me right into them without realizing it. The desire and guilt and fucking turmoil.”
Bucky shifts, running a hand through his hair. “Peach, he and I have always—but we never, and would never, not now.” He can’t say it, can’t admit to himself or out loud what he means, even if you understand him.
“I hope you’re not letting yourself be old school, Bucky. Because Steve certainly doesn’t.”
He frowns, confused, “What does that even mean?”
You meet his eyes and there’s an emotion there that doesn’t make sense to Bucky. “He thinks of you—and thought of you well before we knew you were alive. What you two had, back then it was more emotional than anything, and I get that. But it’s always been meant to be so much more. And I don’t know how I fit into that, all I know is that when I’m riding Steve and I mention you, it never fails to send him straight over the edge.”
“Jesus, Peach, what are you doing?” He interjects, heat blooming across his cheeks. His heartbeat triples, the memories of those long nights spring forth, the nights where the most they allowed physically was brushing their hands together. It had felt like almost enough, but as he pictures Steve with you, the feeling in his chest liquifies, molten pooling in his stomach.
“I’m saying what you’re too afraid to. You love Steve, and he’s always loved you Bucky,” You close the gap now, and it’s when your chest brushes against his shirt that he realizes he’s nearly panting. “And I—I love you both, and I know Steve feels the same way. So really, it all comes down to you.”
“I—what are you even saying? I don’t understand this, Peach.” He’s desperate for you to turn the conversation onto a clearer path, because where he thinks this is going sounds both too good to be true, and terrifying. You smile softly, eyes heavy now with desire and he wants to groan.
“I love it when you call me Peach,” You say, voice sugar sweet and dangerous, “This is a lot, I know. But in case we die today, I wanted you to know, and I wanted to do this.”
Bucky instinctively catches you when you raise to your tip-toes and throw your arms around his neck. He gasps the moment your lips meet his, capturing them in a searing kiss he doesn’t even try to resist. It’s too late now; he can hear your heart, smell the tang of your arousal, taste the goddamn peach flavour on your tongue. You pull back as though to end the kiss, as if he would want you to, and make a noise that shoots straight to his hardening cock when he gently grips your face with one hand and pulls you back to his lips.
He uses the way your mouth opens to moan to slide his tongue in again and you press your body harder against his own. It’s only a few minutes, but the message behind your words sinks in—they could all die today.
And he doesn’t want to die not knowing what it’s like to be with you.
When you bite at his lip teasingly moments later and your hands slide to unbutton his pants, everything becomes a flurry of motion and clothing being tugged off until you stare at one another in nothing but your underwear.
Bucky surveys you and he sees the definition of beauty. He takes a step back and gazes at you, letting his eyes move slowly from head to toe, taking in the flush of your skin, the tightened buds barely hidden beneath the soft fabric of your bra. He appreciates that you have a body unique and all your own, yet reminiscent of his time, of Steve’s time. Curvy, full-figured, utter perfection. When he meets your eyes, a strong surge of possessiveness courses through him and your eyes flutter in response, your powers capturing the emotion.
“Buckyplease, touch me.”
He drops to his knees and shuffles towards you, pressing his face to your stomach, and trailing kisses along the soft skin. His hand—the real one—caresses your leg and cups your behind, resulting in a soft sigh from you, and he smiles before hooking his fingers around your panties and ripping them off. He half expects you to object, instead, you giggle. He made you giggle.
“Something funny, Peach,” He murmurs, tracing gently over the neatly trimmed curls before him, then along the seam of your sex. You whimper, trembling, and he pauses to glance up at you, waiting for a reply.
“I—it’s just, Steve does that too.”
There’s something about the way you say it and the image that Bucky’s mind conjures, it sends a roll of desire down his body and he’s standing in a flash, lifting you before dropping you gently onto his bed and climbing over your body. He cages you in and licks and nips at your skin, marking you, and you give soft moans of delight, writhing around eagerly. He’s surprised at the speed at which things intensify, but then, he’s always known how imminent battle brings things to the surface.
Bucky has to press his hips down to help still you, and then he slips his right hand down to your core, fingers skimming along as he watches your eyes, pupils blown out in desire. “So wet for me, Peach.” He dips two fingers into the wet heat of you, and your eyes roll in response. He can’t help but let out a grunt as he realizes how tight you are, “Fuck, how are you thistight?”
It was a rhetorical question that you answer regardless, “Healing powers, Bucky,” There’s a pause as the words register in his brain, and he must be showing his confusion because you laugh and elaborate, “Cell regeneration, Sergeant. You can do whatever you want to me and it all goes right back to this. Steve’s tested the theory more than enough times.”
“Fuck,” He hisses, pulling his hand from you and licking his fingers clean. Salt and peach, just the perfect balance; he groans, “What does Steve do to you, Sweet Peach?” He whispers, and you whimper for him, your hips fighting unsuccessfully against the weight of him, desperate to seek more friction.
When he doesn’t relent, you get feistier, “You want to hear all about how Stevie fucks me, Bucky? Want me to tell you how good he is, holds me down and just doesn’t stop, how if it’s too much all I have to do is mention you and he’ll come in seconds for me?”
Bucky growls again, dipping his head and sinking his teeth into your neck. He doesn’t go too hard, but you whimper so happily he half wonders if he should. The very small (at the moment) active part of his brain thinks that you might have a bit of a pain kink. But the rest of him is hyper-focused on you and the dirty admissions you’re making, and he grounds his hips down after pushing your legs apart. The cloth of his boxers is the only thing separating your heat from his steel erection and you both make noises of desire at the feeling.
“So—uh, so that’s what really gets you going, Bucky? Because it’s the same for Steve, he loves when I talk about you,” You’re practically purring now, and Bucky still presses kisses along your body, overwhelmed yet more turned on than he’s ever been. “I can talk about him, for you, or…fuck, or I—”
You break off abruptly and Bucky looks up from where he’d been paying your breasts attention. “Peach?”
You struggle to sit up on your elbows, your eyes focused on him intensely, “I can show you.”
Bucky becomes aware of the breathing behind him about one second after you speak, and then your eyes flicker over his shoulder and instinct makes him whirl protectively, his vibranium arm covering your chest, but his eyes don’t find a threat.
No, it’s Steve, and Bucky is about to jump away from you and starting apologizing, but then he registers the look on his friend’s face. Cornflower blue iris’ swallowed up by desire-blown pupils, his breathing heavy and ragged, lower lip drawing between his teeth. One hand is still on the lock to Bucky’s room, twisted in place. When he speaks, his voice is so low Bucky wonders if you can even hear it. “We’ve got some time.”
He’s across the room in two steps, pausing at the edge of the bed and slowly, carefully, pushing one hand up Bucky’s neck and into his hair. He’s still got his arm over your chest and glances your way, unsure of what to do. But you’re laying there with a pleased and excited expression, watching them, and when you meet Bucky’s eyes you smile encouragingly.
Taking that as permission, he looks back up at his best friend and lets his lips part, and Steve moves instantly. It’s not like it was kissing you, a different version of perfection; this kiss is hard and almost furious, pent-up feelings coming to the surface and demanding attention. Steve’s grip turns rough and then he lets out a frustrated, longing sound that tears right through Bucky’s heart.
You feel it all, the turmoil, the grief and longing, evident when you whimper as though in pain and they break apart to look at you, each panting for air. Steve’s hard gaze softens, “Darling, we’re okay. Come here.”
You reach out and Bucky almost wants to move back and out of the way, but when Steve shifts he lets his hand fall to Bucky’s shoulder and encourages him to stay still. Climbing behind you, Steve pushes the cushions off the bed, and settles down, his legs on either side of your curvy frame, and then tugs at Bucky. You put a hand on Steve’s leg, then one on Bucky’s real arm, and instantly he feels soothed, the cool wash of your powers helping him to focus.
You’re leaning back against Steve’s chest as he tugs Bucky closer, his body hovering over yours as his lips are captured again by the blonde. He groans, falling into the kiss without hesitation, and thanks to you he doesn’t feel as conflicted. Your powers don’t manipulate feelings, they just soothe the ones that grow too intense and help to refocus thoughts. And now all of his thoughts are split to you and Steve; the taste of his friend’s mouth. The heat of their tongues dancing. The feel of you trembling between them.
He kisses Steve like he’d wanted to for decades, nothing holding him back now. After a few moments, he shifts slightly so that he can run his metal arm over you, and he isn’t sure if you’ll like that, but when he pinches a nipple between the cool fingertips, you let out a sound that shoots straight to his already rock hard cock and he swears he feels himself spurt pre-cum.
Steve breaks the kiss, gazing at Bucky with such adoration that he thinks he may have fallen into a dream. “Gotta take care of our girl, Buck.” Steve slides a hand across your stomach and dips between your legs and you jerk in response, mouth falling open deliciously, but he can’t move yet, pausing to look between Steve and you.
“Ourgirl?”
Steve grabs Bucky’s free hand with his own, squeezing, “Ours. We’re…all each others, and we can figure that out after we save the world, okay?”
Bucky seeks your eyes out, and you smile, “Bucky, please, I need you.” You almost whine and it makes his lips twist into a smirk. Steve smiles wider, and Bucky is mesmerized by the dynamic between you both, watching as he leans his head to your ear.
“You ready for Bucky, darling? He’s much sweeter than me, but he’s also a lot thicker…” Steve’s honey-coated words make you grow wet enough that they both groan at the scent, and Bucky hastily pushes his boxers off. Steve grunts at the sight of him, thick and red with desire, and his hands move to push your legs apart, baring you wide. “Look at this pretty little pussy, Buck. Just waiting for you.”
He runs himself through your soaked folds and the heat and wetness make him groan harshly, “Peach, you sure about this?” He seeks consent one last time, needing to hear you tell him this is what you want because he’s still unsure if this is real. It could all be a dream, and he wouldn’t ever want to wake up.
“I want you, Bucky, I promise.”
You wriggle your hips slightly, and Steve presses soft kisses to your temple, eyes on Bucky as he reaches down and pulls your hips right off of the bed, lining you up between himself and Steve so that you no longer touch the bed. He slides forward slowly, savouring the feel of your tight cunt, his breath punching out ragged.
“Damn it,” He growls, sinking deeper and deeper and your eyes squeeze shut from the bliss of the stretch and he finds himself looking into Steve’s eyes as he bottoms out. You whimper, sweet little noises he has to speak over as he holds his best friend’s gaze. “So fucking tight. Our girl, she’s perfect Steve.” He moans out, and Steve responds with a noise low in his chest.
“She’ll take whatever you want to give, Bucky. Greedy little thing,” He then dips his head to the juncture of your neck and shoulder and sinks his teeth into the soft skin, nearly hard enough to draw blood. You cry out and your cunt clenches him, confirming his theory of your enjoyment of pain. It must be a reaction to your powers, which work fast enough to prevent you from feeling any real pain for long enough to have an effect. You enjoy the brief sting that a super soldier can bring out.
Even still, with that knowledge, that protective feeling surges to an almost animalistic level within him and he growls low, glaring at Steve, who grins as he licks the already soothed skin. “See what I mean, Peach? He’s the softer one, he’ll do anything to keep you safe.”
You moan in response and Bucky starts to rut in and out of you, his eyes moving between your face and Steve’s. Your tits bounce with every thrust and you whimper softly, “Bucky—please.” Your hands are gripping his forearms, legs tightly would around his hips as he fucks into you hard.
His voice is tight when he speaks, “She’s mine too, now.”
Steve’s eyes instantly flash with mischief, and he responds to Bucky’s words by leaning down to bite you again. Only, this time, Bucky moves quickly; he grabs Steve by the hair and draws him closer, capturing his lips against his own. Steve nips and he can feel him smiling, then tugs you so that you’re partly folded between them, your back flush against his chest. Shuffling forward, Bucky starts to hit a spot within you that has you crying out in pleasure.
It’s easily the hottest experience of his long life, kissing Steve while fucking you, feeling the way that you both react to him. “Stevie, it’s so good, I can’t, I can’t—” You plead, and he interrupts you before Bucky can grow concerned and cease his relentless pounding.
“Darling, you know you can,” Steve replies, not unkind, “Show Bucky how good you are for us.”
Bucky glares at him, then focuses his attention on you as Steve chuckles warmly, “What do you need, Peach?”
“I don’t…I’m not sure, it’s just so good—Bucky, you’re so perfect,” You’re babbling and he realizes that you’re cock-drunk, which is why Steve is so amused.
He smiles at you and presses his lips to yours, then leans back and starts to hammer himself in and out of you, watching your face closely for any sign of discomfort. Instead, you squeal and your whole body seems to seize and you cum hard, screaming his name. Bucky pants out your name, and he wants to cum too but he holds back, not wanting this to end just yet—he watches you cum and then looks to Steve, who seems to be thinking along the same lines. They wait for you to recover, each pressing kisses to your face and body, and eventually, Bucky lowers you down and carefully pulls out of you.
He watches himself slide free, mesmerized by the way you stretched for him. After a few moments of panting, you recover enough and Steve starts to turn you over. Bucky helps, waiting to see what exactly Steve wanted to do. “Buck,” He practically growls now, and when he has you flipped over, your head moves enough to the side that he can see the erection Steve needs to release. You instantly work to unzip his suit as they stare at one another over your shoulder. “This is her favourite position.”
Steve glances down at you and smiles, his gaze soft with adoration. It doesn’t sting or pull at Bucky anymore; now he feels just as a part of that look and the feeling behind it as you, and his own lips quirk. “Is that true Peach?” He teases, and you throw him a smirk over your shoulder before wiggling your ass for him. He groans and grabs your hips, pulling your body to his and sliding into you, moving slowly to watch the stretch again.
You whimper, “Oh, Bucky, fuck,” And your head drops so that you’re face is on the mattress between Steve’s legs.
The Captain grins wickedly at Bucky, then runs his hands over your hair and, gently, lifts you. It’s then that Bucky realizes you managed to pull Steve’s long cock free and his mouth waters at the sight—instantly, he’s wondering how deep he must be able to fuck you.
“Alright, darling, here’s how this is going to work. Bucky can fuck you as hard as he wants, but you don’t get to cum again until I do,” He lets one hand drop to grip your chin, and Bucky glares, leaning over your body, ready to pull you free. He thinks that Steve is turned on by the way Bucky is ready to protect you, and something about that makes this all feel…balanced.
“Okay Stevie,” You moan and lower your head, your mouth opening to take Steve in as deep as you can. Bucky starts to thrust, slow and steady, keeping his legs pressed to the backs of yours and rotating his hips slightly as he moves. Steve instantly gathers your hair to one side, holding it with one, your head turned just a little so Bucky can see you expertly work your boyfriend’s cock.
“She’s a perfect little cocksucker, Buck. Fuck, you two look good together, did you know that?”
Steve meets Bucky’s eyes and he sees the sincerity there, the affection laced in with the arousal. He watches with heavy-lidded eyes as you’re fucked from behind, and it doesn’t take long for his breathing to become ragged. “Peach, he wasn’t kidding—you’re doing so well, taking my cock and Steve’s.”
You make a noise that gets garbled around the dick stuffed down your throat and both super soldiers groan. He picks up his pace instinctively, murmuring curses under his breath, and feels your walls start to tighten around him. A defiant feeling then raises within Bucky, and he suddenly wants to test Steve by forcing you to cum, but as though reading his mind you begin to work your mouth even harder, small noises and humming bringing Steve closer to the edge.
Bucky becomes hyper-focused on Steve, watching his best friend begin to crumble before his eyes in the best kind of way. His head falls back, but he keeps his eyes moving between Bucky and you, his legs splaying and hips jerking up to meet your mouth. “You’re going to make our Steve cum, Peach. Swallow everything he gives you when he does, okay?” He knows that’s what Steve wants by the way his lower lip draws between his teeth, his free hand fisting the sheets next to him. “He’s almost there, Peach. Do you think he wants to watch me fill you up with my cum as much as I want to watch you swallow his?”
That does it. With a roar, Steve cums, hard, his hips rising off the bed and Bucky sees that practiced way you swallow around him, but at the same time his instincts toward your safety battle to the front—he resists, watching closely and slowing his own movements. Steve’s grip on your hair is too strong, but you only whimper lightly and he manages to hold himself back until Steve’s hips hit the bed again, then Bucky leans down and lifts you, his arms circling your body. He secures his metal arm around your waist and the other across your chest; your body is pressed against his and he has to spread his legs slightly to get a better balance.
“Are you okay, sweet Peach?”
You make a small, choked noise and he leans around you, capturing your eyes. You survey his face and your brows draw up, as though surprised to see just how serious Bucky is. “I’m perfect, Bucky. I can take it, take both of you. I want more, please, I need you to fuck me. Need you to fill me up.”
Steve is grinning as he gazes up at you both, then sits up and shuffles closer, his softening cock still tantalizing and Bucky knows he needs to taste him before long. Next time, if there was one, he would make sure to do so. Steve leans forward and presses a kiss to Bucky’s lips, then to yours. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark “Fuck her, Buck—let me see how hard you can go. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to see—how I imagined you.”
Bucky pulses inside of you and before you can do more than moan at the sensation, he’s moving, thrusting hard and quick against you, his arms locked carefully so that you can breathe, but can’t move. He sees your hands shoot out for Steve, gripping his shoulders as you begin an endless moan. Your head presses back into Bucky’s neck. “Oh my god—oh god, Bucky, oh,oh!”
Steve stares at Bucky and you with a burning intensity that radiates love and desire, one hand smoothing over yours, the other resting at Bucky’s hip, where he feels the muscle tense and release as he pounds you. His pace increases and a skin against skin slapping noise fills the room as your moans turn into something wild, animalistic. It’s hot as sin; Steve growls in approval and Bucky drops his mouth to press a kiss into your neck, “Cum for me, Peach. Cum with me, god I want to pump you full—”
You clamp down on Bucky, your spine arching and your heart stuttering in your chest before you let out a scream and cum with your whole body, and Bucky can’t hold back a second longer; his hips punch forward once more, and then he’s cumming deep, moaning your name. His eyes are half-open and Steve’s are comically moving between your face and Bucky’s; soaking in the details with a reverence.
It feels like the longest orgasm of his life, and he drops his head to your shoulder as he groans with the final wave of his peak. He doesn’t pull out when he’s finished, wanting to stay locked within the moment for as long as possible. You sink forward then, your limbs giving out, and Steve catches you, pulls you half onto his body and watches as Bucky follows, moving carefully to remain deep within you as he lays down.
The following minutes are quiet as they lay with you pressed between them, the only sounds that of your heavy breathing; the super-soldiers run their hands over your body and take turns pressing kisses to your lips, Steve turning your head from him to Bucky. He looks at his friend now in a new light and reaches to run his hand through Steve’s hair.
“I’ve always loved you, you know,” He admits, and there’s something about being buried deep within you as he does that makes the moment feel utterly perfect. Steve’s blue eyes meet Bucky’s, “Before everything, when we were just two idiots running around Brooklyn.”
You twist slightly and Bucky’s softening cock slips from you. You sit up between them, staring with hunger in your eyes, “Kiss again.” There’s no doubt it’s a command, though they comply immediately, and he can feel you watching them rapturously as they press their lips together.
When you eventually lean down and join them, each of you taking turns to kiss, it’s more of comfort and love than sexual. They work together to clean up and redress, and then there’s final moments of intimacy, low spoken words of promise to figure it all out as soon as they could before they leave Bucky’s room and make their way outside to join the battle line and wait for the army to arrive.
When the memories of the fight come back to Bucky, he always grows tense with emotion. It’s nearly impossible to think of how hard they all fought, how you ran about healing everyone that you could reach and shooting enemies while Bucky covered you and tried to keep the creatures away from Steve. When Thanos snaps his fingers, he recalls with vivid detail that you’re standing next to him and that he tugs you close, calling out for Steve.
And then he feels odd, almost like he’s floating and glances down to see himself disappearing, and you fading as well, and the last thing he remembers is you both looking up with wide eyes towards Steve—and the horrified expression on his face before there was just…
Nothing.
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…Bucky doesn’t hesitate to move around the room; Ayo’s eyes follow him the entire time, lit with amusement. “Where did she go?” He demands, his voice low with respect but edged, leaving no room for argument.
Ayo only smiles wider, “You might want to make a visit to your room, White Wolf.”
He gives her a curt nod before hurrying away, his mind running hundreds of scenarios, most of them involving you slapping him for leaving the way he did. Or maybe you wanted to tell him off before the world ended—he wouldn’t blame you.
When he gets to his room, the door is ajar and he steps inside quietly, pushing it shut behind him. You’re standing at his bedside table, a hand tracing over the book he was reading—The Hobbit, an old favorite.
“You don’t need to feel so guilty, Bucky. I knew you were going to leave.”
He stills, surveying you slowly and lifting his brows as he considers the implication behind your words. “You can sense…me, that well?” He knew your powers were strong, yet to have dug in so deep…
You shrug, turning to face him and crossing your arms, “If I really focus, I can pick up on a lot of emotions. But certain people seem…I’m tuned into them better, I guess.”
“AndI’m one of the ones you can tune into…?”
“One of very few that I can to that degree, actually.”
Your gaze falls away and you bite your lip, as if aware that you’ve revealed more than you’d wanted to. Bucky frowns, “Who else can you—?”
“My parents. Steve. You,” A thrill runs down his spine at the admission, and hope flares within. You must feel it, because you smile. “Come on, Bucky Barnes. You must have realized how I felt. Feel.”…
“And this is the master bedroom,” the estate agent gestured to the sizeable room.
Chris kept a poker face, however I softly smiled. “It’s big,”
“It really is,” the agent mused. “I’ll leave you guys to take a look around on your own,”
As soon as we were alone, Chris tugged me into his chest and looked around. “It’s nice,” he said.
I scrunched my nose. “But it isn’t home,”
Chris agreed and shook his head, pecking my lips once. “I want somewhere smaller, further away from the city,”
I nodded in agreement. “But we need some space if we want to start having kids,” I noted casually, my stomach flipping at the thought.
Chris smiled. “I still get excited when you say that,”
“Me too,” Chris leant down and pressed a heavier kiss to my lips, tongue skimming over my bottom lip before tangling with my own.
I looped my arms around his neck as Chris eased his hands down to cup my behind through the flowy skirt I wore. I squeaked and giggled against his lips.
“Not here,” I mumbled.
“We have at least twenty minutes,” Chris hummed as he trailed his lips down my neck.
I sighed. “It’s so inappropriate,” I whispered.
Chris simply squeezed my behind tightly and pulled back, looking down at me with that oh so familiar glint in his eye.
“You said you wanted kids,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “Come on, lemme give you a baby,”
My sense began to slacken as I peered into his eyes. Warily I looked at the door, before looking back up to Chris. I didn’t say a word, simply leant up on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips.
Chris immediately lifted me up and pressed me against the nearest wall. My legs wrapped around his waist as my fingers weaved into his hair, lightly tugging and leading his lips back to my neck. His teeth sunk into the flesh of my collar bone, making me mewl.
“Gotta be quiet,” Chris grumbled against my shoulder, easing my skirt to bunch up around my thighs.
“Sorry,” I whispered.
Chris skilfully unbuckled his belt with one hand and pulled out his aching cock. My mouth watered as he ran his tip over my clothed core before his fingers pushed the material to the side.
“I’m gonna be quick,” he breathed.
I nodded and closed my eyes, my head resting back against the wall. My breath hitched as he nudged into me before easing himself in. A deep sigh left his lips, his hands pressing my tightly against the wall.
“Fuck,” I swore quietly.
Chris began his bruising pace, hips snapping relentlessly into me. My body jerked against the wall and I wondered if the estate agent was nearby. My thoughts soon melted away as Chris began to suck on my neck again, leaving a deep purple bruise.
“Take it,” he muttered quietly.
My fist came to my mouth as I bit down on my knuckles, my eyes pleadingly looking at Chris who had taken a moment to watch me. A cocky smirk graced his face for a second before his brows pinched down. His jaw began to slacken and I knew what was coming.
“Please,” I quietly begged.
“Oh fuck,” his hips stilled as he filled me up.
Chris rest his forehead against mine as he slowly thrust through his orgasm. I whimpered at the feeling of him twitching, legs constricting tighter around him.
There was a pause before Chris placed me down on the floor. A blush crept up my cheeks as I sorted out my under under Chris’ intense gaze. As soon as I was done Chris pulled me close and pressed a heavy kiss to my lips.
“That was so immoral,” I whined.
“It was fun though,” he winked back. “I like the idea of you talking to someone with my cum leaking down your legs,”
I shoved him away as my face turned red, Chris bellowing out a laugh. “Shut up,”
His fingers laced through mine as he led me through the house, the estate agent standing by the front door. “Any good?” She asked.
“Not exactly what we’re looking for,” Chris said.
“That’s fine, but that master bedroom is beautiful,” she chatted as we left the house.
“Oh yeah, bet you can get up to a lot in there,” I hit Chris’ chest as he laughed, the estate agent giving us a funny looking before locking the door.
I gasped into Chris’ mouth as our innocent morning kiss began to turn into something else. His hand travelled down between my thighs and cupped me, squeezing tightly.
“Please,” Chris begged against my lips. “I couldn’t have you yesterday, please let me have you today,”
“N-No,” I said. “I’m already late,”
Chriswhined. “Please, I’m desperate,”
I’d be lying if I said his state of desperation didn’t turn me on. The idea of a strong man whining and begging for me sending me into a whirlpool of fantasies.
His fingers flexed against me and I let out a small squeak, Chris rolling his hips and rubbing his achingly hard cock against my thigh.
“Chris!” I gasped.
“I’ll be quick,” he bargained. “Just a few pumps inside you and I’ll stop,”
“But you won’t,” I giggled.
Chris wiggled his fingers into the band of my underwear, feeling over the small patch of hair that grew there. He let out a groan as his fingers slowly dipped into me.
“I will,” he said. “I promise baby, just lemme feel you,”
My back arched as his fingers skimmed over my bundle of nerves. I gazed over at the clock, brows furrowing as I thought over my choices. With my head straining to my right, Chris took the opportunity to bite down on my neck, sucking deep purple marks into the skin. I hummed out a moan as Chris circled his fingers.
“Okay,” I conceded with a squeak.
Chris groaned into my neck. “Fuck, thank you, thank you baby,”
He quickly pulled my underwear off, cock already free. Chris propped himself up to gaze down at me, eyes hooded and dark as his tongue licked over his lips. His tip ran up and down me, a shudder creeping up my spine.
Our moans seemed to harmonise as he eased into me gently, a small sting itching its way to my nerves as he stretched me out. My hands pawed at his chest, nails biting his skin as I gasped. Chris’ teeth sank into his lip as he finally felt me around him.
“Pussy’s so good,” he sighed, voice cracking. “I’ve wanted you for so long,”
“Y-You had me a few days a-ago,” I noted in broken gasps.
“Not enough honey,” he dropped down onto his forearms, caging me in. “Could be in you - fuck - all day and it - ah- it wouldn’t be enough,”
His hips snapped against mine at an increasing pace. Chris’ knees sunk into the mattress a little as he seemed to anchor down and increase his speed again. My body rocked against his, headboard banging against the wall.
Chris’ right hand came up to my chest and squeezed the skin tightly, head dipping down to capture my nipple between his teeth and tug. My hands flew to his hair as I pulled, a moan tumbling past his lips. Another pull and his teeth sunk into my skin, I mewled in discomfort.
“So fucking warm,” he growled. “Touched myself like a damn kid yesterday while you worked,”
“Really?” My eyes widened.
Chris lifted his head, eyes catching mine as a small smile graced his lips. “Stroked my cock till I came twice honey,” he gave a hard thrust. “Squeezed my balls tight like you do,”
“Chris!” His filthy words sent bolts of lightening down to my core. “Oh-“
“Cum,” he ordered. “Cum thinking of my hand stroking my own cock,”
My arms looped tightly around his neck as I tugged him down, lips meshed against mine. Our lips parted and our tongues glided against each other’s, Chris swallowing my moans.
I came with a cry, almost a sob, as my legs contracted around his hips. My body tightened impossibly around him as Chris moaned into my mouth and came with a few stammered thrusts. He came longer than usual, filling me to the brim.
We panted against each other, eyes boring into our souls. A smile graced my lips as I softly giggled, Chris laughing along as he moved away. He flopped down onto the bed, chest heaving as a light sheen of sweat covered his chest.
“Needed that,” was all he uttered.
I looked at the clock again and sighed. “Let’s hope my boss doesn’t ask why I’m late,” I joked.
“Tell her that your boyfriend was whining to be inside you,” I hit his chest as he snorted out a laugh.
“Quite liked seeing you beg,” I cocked a brow as I rolled onto my stomach and looked at him.
Chris reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Yeah? Deprive me another week and you’ll see what begging is,”
