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Pairing: nomad!steve rogers x female reader
Summary:Working alongside Steve meant following a lot of orders, however this didn’t mean you had the obligation of obeying these orders – Steve didn’t like this. This leads to a lot of unsaid words, emotions and thoughts between you two.
Warning:Angst, fluff, smut – mdom!steve rogers, slight fdom from y/n, teasing, seggual tension, ooc steve rogers, slight praise kink, use of the word slut, p in v (minors dni, you will be blocked).
“I told you not to leave your post. Why do you continue to go against everything I say?” Steve’s voice continued to bounce of the walls of the briefing room as he paced back and forth.
He had been ranting on about your latest mission, which you just got back from. Both of you were still in your attire from the mission.
“Wanda needed the reinforcement, if I stayed at my post – doing nothing, then the mission would’ve been compromised.” You stated calmly resting your hands on the table in front of you.
“That’s what you’re not understanding y/n, Wanda has powers, she could’ve taken care of herself. You on the other hand…” He stopped before he said something which would worsen the argument even more.
“What Steve? Why don’t you finish what you’re saying?” You folded your arms and looked at him with a raised brow.
He released a sigh and pinched his brow but winced when he remembered the deep cut on it. He didn’t mean for to insinuate anything.
“Look y/n, I just didn’t want anyone to get hurt.”
“And no one did, we managed fine.”
Steve’s eyes directed itself to yours and then to your side.
He knew.
He saw you wincing when Sam nudged your side as you made your way off the quinjet limping.
“Lift up your shirt for me.” He said walking towards where you were seated.
You stared at him challengingly, when he raised a brow, you gave in and did as he said.
His eyes were met with a gash which painted the left side of your torso in red. He bent down till he was at your level and gently traced his fingers along the gash. Goosebumps erupted at the feel of his fingers.
You watched as he clenched his jaw and looked up at you.
“This is why I give you orders.” He whispered.
You didn’t say anything, afraid at how he may react.
“We need to get you to the med bay.” He moved your chair forward and put his one hand under your legs whilst the other went to support your back.
“I can walk there just fine.” You said as he stood up with you in his arms.
“You were limping off the quinjet, there’s no way I’m letting you walk to the med bay.” He stated beginning to walk out of the briefing room.
By now everyone had been in their rooms cleaning up and having a rest, which made the compound more quiet than usual. Once at the med bay, he let the nurses tend to you. He waited there the entire time.
Dr. Helen had informed Steve that the gash at your side wasn’t anything to be worries about and would eventually turn into a bruise, but it’ll be okay in a few weeks. He declined Helen’s help to tend to the cut on his eyebrow, claiming he needed to ensure you were taken care of first.
“Alright, c’mon.” He said helping you off the bed and onto your feet.
“I can walk this time, Captain.” You insisted, pushing his hand away.
He took note of the use of ‘Captain’ – which to him let it be known that you were still angry.
“Steve.” He said and put his hand at the small of your back guiding you to your room.
The walk to your room was silent, he waited in your room as you showered.
When you got out of the bathroom, he diverted his eyes away from you as you changed by your closet. He tried his best to divert his mind away from the thought of your body, even though you two shared many moments together.
Once you were dressed, he turned to make his way to his room, but stopped at the call of his name.
“Yes?” He responded turning back to you.
“Come here.” You motioned your head to the couch in your room as you took out your first aid kit from your nightstand.
“You don’t have to-“
“Come here.” You repeated yourself, your voice sterner this time.
He made his way to the couch and sat down, resting his back against the back of the couch.
The couch was low enough so that he was at waist level for you, although his wound was on the opposite side of where you were. The slight movement of you bending over made you gasp in pain.
Steve’s hands made its way to your waist to sturdy you.
“I told you not to.”
You straddle him as you clean the cut, it wasn’t something out of the ordinary. There were many moments where you and Steve had been in the position you were in. However, this time it felt different to the both of you.
The cut was deep, but not deep enough to need stitches.
“It was stupid of you to not get this checked out when we were at the med bay.” You dabbed the cottonwool on his eyebrow a bit too hard, making him wince causing you to pull back and move your hips in the process.
Steve could feel you press against him, the movement of your hips made him start to grow hard.
“You were hurt” He stated gazing from your eyes to your lips.
You roll your eyes at his words and go back to cleaning his wound.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you with my words earlier.” He said letting his hands massage your waist up and down.
“I know.” You give him a small smile.
“I care about yo-, the team.”
Although his words were meant to be thoughtful, you couldn’t help but feel a sting that he changed his words at the last moment.
“You best be on your way then… to get some rest!” You went to move from straddling him, but his hands tightened at your waist pulling you back down into his lap.
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I do.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile.
Steve gently lifted you off him like it was nothing.
He got up from the couch and made his way to the door, you watched him from where you were, with the first aid kit still in hand.
“Good night y/n.” He said walking to your door.
“Good night.”
And with the closing of the door, he was gone.
The next day Steve hardly acknowledged you. At breakfast he sat the furthest away from you, when you went to talk to him, he dismissed you saying he was needed in a meeting with Tony.
He’d basically did everything he could to avoid you.
At night he would normally come to your room, talk for a little – which would result in him sometimes sleeping in your room, but that night he hadn’t come to your room.
After that, you didn’t try to interact with him.
This behaviour continued for the rest of the week.
Avoiding you at training, making excuses to not talk to you and keeping away from you entirely. Although that never stopped the two of you from looking at each other longingly. There was nothing but Steve’s own thoughts stopping him from talking to you.
The idea that he needed to stay away from you in order to keep his professional life and personal life from mixing had solidified in his mind.
You were causing him to feel things he had been trying to keep away from.
Being Captain America to him meant committing to helping his country to the best of his ability, and for that to happen he couldn’t be emotionally involved with you.
It was now Saturday morning, Steve had been sitting and pondering on these thoughts when you walked into the livingroom where he, Natasha and Bucky were sat.
“Any plans for this weekend y/n?” Natasha asked as you walked into the room.
Your eyes met Steve’s briefly before looking to Natasha’s.
“I’m having dinner tonight with someone.” You said only intending for her to hear, although thanks to Steve’s super hearing, he heard it too.
“Is that so? And whom might the lucky gentlemen be?” Natasha said happy at the news.
“Someone I met this week through training.” You answered sitting down on the couch next to her.
Steve looked in your direction at the mention of that. He usually was the one to train with you. So, if it weren’t for him avoiding you this week, then you wouldn’t be going to dinner with someone tonight.
He continued to listen to your conversation with Natasha and took note of the time you would leave for your date.
“Something wrong Steve?” Bucky asked once he realised Steve hadn’t been listening to what he was saying.
“No, everything’s just fine.” He grumbled while looking to you.
Towards the afternoon, you were looking for Natasha to ask her opinion on your dress for your date when you heard Steve and Bucky talking.
“I don’t know why you’re doing this. You both clearly like each other.” Bucky said with a sigh.
“Because Bucky, its too dangerous. I care too much about y/n to involve her in the trouble that may come with me being Captain America.”
“No one is going to hurt her. She’s more skilled than I am in combat, and she has a whole team of assassins, spies and superhero’s looking out for her all the time.”
It was in that moment Steve realised that maybe, just maybe allowing himself to be with you isn’t a bad thing.
“Maybe you’re right Buck.” You heard him say softly.
You walked away from the conversation with an idea in your mind. An idea that would make Steve Rogers surely lose his mind.
The time for your date was nearing and you were almost finished getting ready. A knock at your door caught you attention as you were trying to zip up your dress.
You were in the bathroom and called out loud for whoever it was to come in.
In your bathroom were big mirrors which allowed you to be able to see who it was behind you.
“Steve?” You said his name.
“Hi.” He greeted, letting his eyes roam your body.
“You look beautiful.” He said walking up behind you, till his front was pressed against your back.
You watched him in the reflection of the mirror as he let his hands settle on your hips.
When he came to your room, it was his intention to speak to you and let you know the reason behind his recent behaviour.
“Is this what you’re wearing for your date?” He asked, with a hint of anger in his tone.
“Yes.” You replied shakily as his one hand made its way to your exposed back.
Your skin was smooth on his fingertips, Steve felt himself grow hard at the thought of what you would feel like against his body, writhing beneath him in pleasure.
“Do you mind zipping up my dress?”
His eye’s met yours in his reflection.
He moved your open hair to the side and traced his fingers from your collar bone to your back.
The zip seemed so little in his fingertips as he zipped you up.
“Is that alright?” He asked huskily.
You nodded in response.
Your body pressed into his, letting your butt press against his hard cock.
His reaction surprised you as his fingers made their way around your neck, squeezing gently.
“You don’t know what you do to me.” He murmured while pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head.
“Is that so?” You ask.
It wasn’t often that you got to see this side of Steve. He was only ever physically affectionate when it was the two of you, late at night sharing a bed. You hadn’t yet crossed the boundaries of sleeping with each other. All you ever craved was each other’s affection and warmth.
“Mmm-hmm.” He hummed.
You turn around slowly, his gaze on you is fixed and filled with lust. You make the bold move of trailing your hands down his chest and to his jeans.
“If you really wanted me to know what you’d do to me, you would’ve shown me by now.” Your hands moved in a slow motion teasing his cock through his jeans.
He moaned at the contact; this was the furthest you two had gotten in terms of being physical.
“You make it hard for me to keep control around you princess.” The nickname made you smile; your hand movements hadn’t stopped – in fact Steve was now beginning to thrust his hips into your hand.
“I would let you do whatever you want to me. Fuck me till I’m senseless, make love to me till I’m begging you to stop… but it’s too bad that our interests lie in different places.”
You stopped all movement and stepped away from him.
Looking to you in a confused daze, he watched as you walked out of the bathroom and into your room to retrieve your purse.
“Thank you helping me with my dress Steve, but I should get going. I wouldn’t want to be late.” You walked towards the door and opened it, you looked back to him – he was now stood in your room watching after you with desire.
The truth was you hadn’t really gone for your date. When you overheard the conversation between Bucky and Steve you cancelled the date and set about a new plan.
You knew what Steve was going to do; besides Bucky, you were the only other person to know him like the back of your hand.
You informed Natasha to be the one to tell him where your supposed date was going to be. Like a man on a mission, you saw him walk into the bar looking around for you.
As soon as he spotted you, he walked in your direction. There you were sat, with a glass in your hand.
As he neared, you set the glass on the bar top and leaned on your elbows as your supported your head up.
“Took you long enough.” You murmured.
“Where’s your date?” He asked.
“He just arrived.”
You motioned for the bartender to come your way, you ordered Steve’s favourite drink – even thought you knew it wouldn’t affect him one bit.
“Take a seat.” You patted the chair next to yours.
He listened to you and sat down.
“So, what are you going to be having for dinner?”
That’s when it registered in Steve’s mind.
“You little minx.”
The waiter took your menu’s away. Steve hadn’t stopped gazing at you the entire time.
“We have a lot to talk about.”
“We do.” You agreed.
His blue eyes meet yours; he takes that moment to really look at you, the women he’s come to feel so much for.
“I’m sorry for how I’ve been towards this week.” He explained shaking his head briefly.
“I accept your apology… I genuinely thought I’d done something to push you away from me, and that’s the last thing I’d ever want.” You said in honesty.
“You could never do anything to push me away.” He reached forward and took your hand in his, “I thought my choice would be the best thing for us.”
He took a moment to form the right words to say.
“I always had this idea in my head that love had to wait. I’m too consumed in the life of being Captain America. Steve Rogers barely exists to me anymore.” His tone was low as he said this.
It was hard for him to admit, being a part of S. H. I. E. L. D had taken its toll on Steve. His been playing the role of a superhero for so long that he could barely recognize himself.
“Steve Rogers exists to me. The boy from Brooklyn who wanted to help those who needed it most, I see him in you every day.” You assure him.
“Sometimes its not a bad thing to be selfish. You of all people have earned that choice.”
This is why Steve feels the way he does towards you. You always knew the right things to say.
“Everyone I’ve ever cared about has been affected by this. Peggy, Bucky – the whole team, which is why I thought by pushing you away I would be keeping you safe.” He explained giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
“You don’t need to push me away. I’m here, always.”
“I know princess, and I realised that I’d rather have you close to me than far away.” In that moment the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.
“So, what did you think about my plan on you?” You asked leaning on your door.
“I liked your plan, especially the beginning of it.” He rested his hand on the wall behind you, trapping you against his body.
“Is that so?” You asked with a raised brow.
He smirked at your words and brought his lips to yours.
This kiss was something you both have craved since the moment you knew life would be dull without the other. Steve knew the moment his lips touched yours that there was no going back on how he felt for you.
“I love you so fucking much.” He murmured against your lips, bringing his hand up to touch your face.
“I love you too.” You giggle as he trails kisses from your kisses from your lips to your neck.
“I don’t think Tony would appreciate the PDA if he were to check the camera’s.” Your eyes go to the camera in the corner pointed in your direction of the hallway.
“We need more privacy then.”
He clasped your room doorknob in his hand, very clumsily opening it while trying not to break contact from you as he kisses you.
Once successfully in the room, you put your hands on his broad shoulders to briefly pull him away you.
“I want you to do whatever you want with me.” You stated referring to your conversation from earlier.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“More than I’d ever been before.” You smile as he lifts you off the ground before you can even finish your sentence.
“The number of times I’d wish to have you beneath me in this bed.” He said settling you down on the bed carefully to not hurt your injury from the mission.
“Show me then.” You said boldly.
Steve’s mind couldn’t form a response as he began to start undoing your dress and getting rid of his attire.
“Your body is something only angels would carve so perfectly.” He growled out while gazing down at you.
You were perched up on your elbows, in nothing – naked to Steve’s roaming eyes.
“I could say the same about you.” You say biting your lip at the sight of him.
He smirked at your expression and situated himself between your legs.
“This is all yours.” He said taking your hand in his to trail down his body. His hand settled yours on his hard cock. You gasp at how hard he is – Steve’s size was enough to have you unconsciously roll your eyes to the back of your head.
“You do this to me.” He said taking note of your hungry eyes.
His fingers made their way to your pussy, “So fucking wet for me already.”
You moaned at the contact and bucked your hips forward, Steve chuckled at your movement.
“So impatient.” He teased you more by adding pressure to his fingers, “Lets see if I can make you cum like this.”
He teased your clit, moving his fingers in an 8 symbol. He picked up speed on it as your began to moan more and more louder.
“That’s it princess, let me hear you.” He encouraged, now teasing the entrance of your pussy with his fingers, in a slow motion his finger delved inside of you.
He hissed at the tightness you held around his index and middle finger.
“So fucking tight.”
You were getting close to your cumming as he left his thumb tease and occasionally circle your clit.
“I can feel you clenching on my fingers, you gonna cum for me princess? You gonna cum on my fingers?”
You nodded your head in response as he stared at your intently.
Your eyes soon rolled to the back of your head as his fingers still moved inside of you. Steve was laying small kisses on your cheek, calming you down from the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm.
When you refocused your eyes, you saw Steve now between your legs, moving his hand up and down his cock while looking at your body.
He let his tip tease your sensitive clit, smirking as you still moved your hips forward.
“You still want more hmm?”
He teased your clit by lightly slapping his tip against it.
“Beg for it.” He demanded in a stern tone.
“Please give me your cock Steve, I need to feel you.” You begged as you peered up at him.
Your words seem to do something to him as he took his tip and slowly entered you.
A gasp escaped your lips as he stretched you open.
“Slowly baby, we’ll go slow.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as his hips moved more towards yours.
The sting of having his big cock in you was enough to make the pain pleasurable.
He didn’t stop till his pelvis met yours, completely making you feel full of him.
“You’re doing so good for me.” He praised.
When he went to pull back, he didn’t move back completely – he was still deep inside you when he thrusted forward.
He continued this sweet torture till you were clenching around him.
“Faster Steve, please.” You gasped out with his hand around your neck.
He didn’t waste time picking up his pace. The only thing that could be heard in the room were the slapping of your skin against one another, the moans coming from you and Steve and lastly the slight hitting of your headboard against the wall.
With each thrust Steve was going faster and harder. He went from making sweet love to you, to full on fucking you like his dirty little slut.
“Steve- fuck. Cumming.” Was all you managed to get out as your orgasm hit you.
Steve was moaning into your neck as his own orgasm hit him. He kept the same pace and motion as he came in you. He only stopped when the pleasure became too much, and his cock was sensitive.
He moved back and laid his forehead against yours, looking deep into your eyes. In that moment there was nothing else in your world except you, Steve and the love you had for one another.
ᴀʙsᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ: skinny dipping with steve on a late summer night.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: steve rogers x reader
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1,321 words
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: slight angst, horny make-out sesh, lake sex, steve being a cocky little shit, unprotected sex — 18+ only
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: uhhh i do not condone lake sex, but goddamn this was some good shit to write thank you to @mindingmyownbusiness for requesting this lovely piece xx
You hugged your arms tighter around yourself, the late night summer air blowing and billowing around you as you sat perched on the dock. The moon illuminated the small lake, light bouncing back off the still water as crickets chirped and frogs croaked.
Everything was still, calm, and at peace for the first time in what felt like years.
Steve was still asleep back in the cabin and you didn’t have the heart to wake him at the expense of yourracing mind. Not to mention Steve hadn’t slept well in decades; he needed it more than you.
Summary: Sexy times with the Super Soldiers: the sequel.
Warnings: 18+, Stucky, Pet names, Daddy!Bucky, Captain!Steve, explicit words, smut, teasing, Bucky Barnes’ fucking arm, choking, Dom!Bucky, Dom!Steve, so much dirty talk :), fingering, unprotected intercourse (like sperm in vagina unprotected), daddy kink (beware: this is my first time writing it), captain kink, sub!reader, degradation (but in a cute way???), threesome, blowjob, hair pulling. Let me know if you find more.
Notes: This is filth…I’m gonna go now, I’ll see you at the end of it (leave me some feedback, if you feel like it).
Have fun ;)
P.s.: English is not my first language, soooo ehehehe, please don’t judge me too harshly.
A beat passes, you’ve barely sucked in enough oxygen, before you feel the grips at your neck tightening again.
“Hands and knees, darling, c’mon.”
Your mind is still hazy, clouded by the aftermath of the first orgasm of the night. You know there are many more to come and the knowledge has you growing wetter by the second. Steve leans back, runs his finger over your stomach, spreading around the come that wasn’t soaked up by your panties and when his eyes find yours, the smile that spreads on his face is enough to get your desire flaring up again.
Sucking in some more much needed air, you glance at Bucky, whose hand is still around your neck; he grins down at you, all cheeky and taunting as he waits for you to ask. He loves the way you lick your lips, glance away for a beat only to bring your gaze back on his when you have to ask, “Can I please get up, Daddy?”
Steve’s finger traces its way down to your sopping lips, playing in your juices as he watches you interact with Bucky.
“Sure thing, doll.” He leans down to press a peck to your temple, “Ass up, dollface, lemme see Cap fuck that tight cunt. Put on a show for Daddy.”
So you do, you sit up, the silky robe pooling at your waist as you reach for Steve’s hard chest and ghost your fingers along his pecs and down to his abs, enjoying the way the muscles tighten under your touch. There’s a light sheen of sweat starting to cover the warm expanse of muscle, and you lean closer; tongue snaking out to pepper kitten licks along his neck.
The hand that isn’t playing with your clit wraps around your neck; you gasp as he pulls you up until you’re face to face with him, lips brushing as he speaks.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, darling.” A slap connects with your thigh; a stinging reminder of what happens when you don’t do as you’re told.
You pull back when he releases his hold, look up into the Captain’s darkening gaze, and turn around to face Bucky who’s now leaning against the pillows; teeth worrying his lips as he admires your breasts and aching nipples. You move to settle between his parted thighs, hands running up the fabric of his jeans to settle on either side of his hips. Bucky’s hands are behind his head, a clear indication that he plans on enjoying the show for a while.
Steve’s hand connecting with your left ass cheek makes you yelp in surprise, hips thrusting forward as you subconsciously try to pull away. When you glance at him over your shoulder, you find his gaze locked on his best friend as he smacks your other cheek.
You groan at the sting, but this time you push back against him, wordlessly asking for more.
“Hum, you ready for me, darling? Ready for my cock?” You nod your head, biting your bottom lip as you rub your ass against his crotch, whining at the barely there stimulation you get. His hips pull back and he lightly taps your sopping core, “Look at you, so wet and willing. Just wanna be filled up, don’t ya?”
“Yes, please. Give it to me, Captain, fill me up.”
You grind back against his hand, shamelessly spreading your wetness on his fingers as you go. His thick fingers push past your lips, teasing your bundle of nerves for a second before he enters you and you groan your appreciation; back arching deeper as your arms give up, forcing you to press your face against Bucky’s jean-clad thigh.
“How’s that pussy feel, Stevie?” The question has Steve pushing in another finger, further stretching your walls to prepare you to take him.
“Oh, you’re gonna love this, Buck. She’s so fucking wet already; clenching down so hard.”
You moan, listening to the filthy words and shivering at the way they speak of you, of your body. Bucky brings his hand to your head, carding his fingers through your hair for a second, before he fists the strands and lifts you up to look him in the eye.
“Feel good, doll? You enjoying Cap’s fingers fucking ya?” Your teeth sink down in your bottom lip, eyes rolling back in your head as Steve brushes the spot inside you that has you seeing stars. You’re already so close again, it’s embarrassing.
“Oh God, yes. Feels so-oh good, Daddy, please.” Bucky leans up, lips ghosting the shell of your ear as he whispers huskily, “Ya know, if you beg nicely enough he might even let you come on them.” He chuckles then, bringing your head back to his lap as he relaxes against the pillows once more.
Another smack is delivered to your bottom, eliciting a whine past your panting lips as you beg Steve for more, your walls clamping around his digits, “Can I come for you, Cap? Please, I’ll be so good, can I co-oh fuck! Please.”
Your body shudders as you try to hold back, waiting for his say so. Nails dig in Bucky’s leg when Steve laughs darkly, slowing his pace and focusing on your g-spot. Your legs start shaking with the effort to keep your ass in place and you almost cry in relief when Steve wraps his free arm around your midriff, hand coming to rest against your stomach. He lifts you up, your back pressed to his damp chest as he keeps finger-fucking you.
“Ain’t she pretty like this, Buck?” His question is answered by a grunt, Bucky’s eyes devouring your body as he sheds himself of the layers of clothing and fists his dick. Your mouth waters at the sight of the black metal gliding over his come slickened shaft.
“Uhm, you like that, don’t you, darling? Huh? Like Daddy watching you being such a little whore for me?” Your ass presses back against him, answering his questions as you grind up and down his dick; your walls clench around his fingers again, alerting him of your pending release.
“Mmhm, yes, always. Always your dirty, little whore, Captain. Let me come? Please?”
“Go ahead, darling. Keep your eyes on him and come for me.”
He doesn’t have to tell you twice, your walls start spasming before he finishes the sentence; body going limp in his arms as your hips keep bucking against his thrusting fingers. You’re still coming when he retrieves his digits, a disappointed plea the only thing you manage to muster up, but then his cock is teasing your entrance and he thrusts inside in one go, filling you up as your walls are still clenching and prolonging your orgasm.
“That’s it-fuck, darling, always feel so fucking good.” Your head falls back to rest against his shoulder as he starts moving inside you. Slowly rocking you back and forth.
“You want a taste, pal?”
The question has you opening your eyes right in time to see the brunette coming to his knees in front of you, eyes boring into his best friend’s ones. “Yeah, don’t be greedy, punk.”
You melt when his chest presses to yours, your hard, aching nipples rubbing against his pecs with every thrust of Steve’s hips. Bucky’s hand cups the other man’s cheek, pulling him into a kiss over your shoulder. He moans in Steve’s mouth, biting down on his bottom lip before he suckles on it. They make it look so pretty and so dirty; their kisses are always a clash of teeth and a rolling of wet, needy tongues. The sight has you bringing your hand back to your pulsing clit.
“Mmm, taste even better on Cap’s lips, dollface.” You glance back over your shoulder to find Steve giving you a shit-eating grin, and you realize exactly what Bucky was tasting: Steve must’ve sucked your come off his fingers.
The praise has goosebumps rising on your skin.
“Thank you, Daddy.” He hums his acknowledgement; hands running along your sides before they cup your breasts and you keen at the touch. You’re torn between pushing back against Steve’s thrusting hips, or forward towards Bucky’s exploring hands.
At the same time, Steve slaps your hand off your clit and Bucky pinches a nipple; the sleekness of the metal fingers adding another layer to the overwhelming amount of feelings driving you crazy.
You whimper your approval, eyes begging Bucky as he leans down to pull one nipple inside his hot mouth. He smiles up at you, flashing you his teeth for a second before they are sinking down in your flesh, inflicting just enough pain for more slick to gush around Steve’s dick, and now it’s the blonde’s turn to moan in approval. Your hands fly to Bucky’s hair as he reserves the same treatment to your other breast, groaning against it when you tangle your fingers in the strands and pull.
Now that Bucky’s body is holding you up, Steve brings his fingers to your lips, teasing them open and you gladly accept; running your tongue around his fingers the way you know he likes you to.
“Need something to suck on, huh? C’mon then, wanna see you choke on Daddy’s dick.”
That grabs Bucky’s attention, who lets go of your nipple and sits back on the bed, grinning happily as Steve places a hand on your lower back and bends you to his will.
Your cheek presses to Bucky’s thigh, and you allow yourself to enjoy the skin-on-skin contact for a couple of seconds, before you nuzzle his cock and slyly look up at him with parted lips and innocent eyes.
“Fuck, Stevie, look at her. So fucking obedient.”
“Only for you, Daddy.”
The answer earns you a hard thrust by Steve; he stills, buried deep inside you until you glance back at him apologetically. “Ah-both of you. Fuck, both of you, Captain, please.”
“Mmhm, less talking, more sucking.”
Your hips wiggle against him to persuade him to start moving again, but instead he leans over you, his chest flush to your back and wraps his right hand around Bucky’s cock, stroking him a couple of times before directing him to your lips.
“Open up wide, darling. Yeah, that’s it. Such a good fucking girl for us.”
You thank him around the mouthful; the vibration of your words causing Bucky to jerk up, but Steve’s hand still wrapped at the base of his cock keeps him down. You peer up at the brunette, eyeing him as you start gently suckling on the head.
“Ugh, fuck’n- shit!”
Steve removes his hand and you switch, bobbing your head as both your eyes and Steve’s keep feasting on the pleasure ridden expression colouring Bucky’s face. A long string of Russian tumbles past his lips, and Steve twitches inside you not even a second before your walls clench down in response.
“You’re such a sucker for her pretty mouth.”
“Fuck. Off. Punk.”
Each word is punctuated by a thrust as Bucky brings his hand to your head, holding you still as he starts to fuck your mouth, slowly going further on each push. Steve cackles, pressing a kiss to your hollowed cheek before he pushes back to his knees and resumes fucking your drenched pussy.
He starts with a soft grind, testing your steadiness as you’re pushed and pulled on them, and once he’s satisfied you can still hold yourself upright, he sets a hard pace; each thrust ending with a dirty roll of his hips when they’re flush against your ass.
You lose yourself between them. Eyes closing as you bask in Steve’s wandering hands - moving, exploring every inch he can reach - and the filthy, lewd praises falling from both men.
“Look so pretty choking on Daddy’s dick.”
“Fuck yeah- cunt sucking me in so nicely, darling.”
“Taking me so good, doll. Gon’ make me come down your thro-oh fuck.”
“My pretty, little whore. Look at you, being fucked on each end, you like that, huh?”
You’re a mumbling mess, moaning your agreements and whining your pleas as you feel another orgasm approaching.
“Hold it. Don’t you dare come yet.”
Bucky is the first to reach his climax. He fists your hair, pulls you close until the light smattering of hair tickles your nose, and groans long and deep; hips jerking lightly as he starts spilling inside your mouth. Steve stops, watches at first until he leans back down, bringing his hand to your neck.
“Shit, Buck. Can feel you in her throat.” With that Bucky pushes one last time, letting you clean him off with tiny, delicate, kitten licks.
Your hips roll back, alerting Steve that you’re ready for him to continue at the same time as Bucky pulls you off; a string of your saliva and his come connecting your swollen lips to his sensitive cock. He moans his praise, resting his ass against the pillows as Steve takes over and pulls you back upright.
His pace is faster now, fucking into you with a renewed vigour as he chases his own release.
Fingers tangled in your messy hair, he angles your face to kiss you hard; tongue pushing past your lips to taste his best friend. His other hand is hooked in the elastic of your panties, using it as leverage as he moves you along his cock, manoeuvring your body and setting the rhythm to his liking. He slows down every time you clench tight around him, bringing you down from your impending high.
“Harder, Stevie. Oh fuck- give it to me, please. Fuck your dirty whore, Captain.”
He grunts at the sound of his name on your breathy, needy moans; the silky robe sticking to your sweaty bodies as he grants your wishes and you melt against him. The elastic snaps on your hip and a growl tears past Steve’s lips and lands on the damp skin of your cheek, his hands both settle on your hips to pull you against his rocking body as he pushes forward faster on each thrust.
Bruises will surely adorn your skin and you already know, you’ll spend your morning marvelling at them.
The feeling of another set of hands on your scorching body has you opening your eyes to find Bucky on his knees again, moving to mold his chest to yours. His metal fingers return to torment your breasts, rolling, pulling, tweaking your nipples until you moan his name, begging for his lips.
He grins at you, slow, seductive and taunting before he brushes the softest of pecks on the tip of your nose, and his right hand wraps gently around your neck, holding you flush to Steve. His thumb presses past your parted lips, teasing your tongue before you start nipping and sucking on it.
“So damn tight. Gon’ make me c-shit.”
“Do it, Stevie.”
Bucky’s attention turns to his best friend, tendrils of his chestnut hair tickling your cheek and jaw as he leans over your shoulder to whisper to him; voice low and husky, honey-coated by the need cursing through his veins. You shudder at the pants hitting your skin.
“Come inside her, Cap. Fill her up and pass her to me. I’ll make sure to fuck your come deep inside that pretty cunt of hers.”
His words are your undoing. Your body seizes up; lips parted as you orgasm harder than you did all night. You claw at Bucky’s back, shoulders, arm, anything you manage to get your hands on, and he chuckles in your ear, holding your shaking body still as Steve comes inside you with a wanton, broken moan.
Somewhere, under the lust clouding your brain, you realize you need air and start drawing in deep, long breaths trying to calm down your racing heart as you fill in your lungs.
Steve and Bucky are kissing over your shoulder again, you glance at them from the corner of your eye, enjoying the feeling of being held up by them and whimpering as the blonde starts thrusting minutely after completely emptying himself. They pull back for air, with ragged breaths and rosy cheeks; they recover way quicker than you - damned super soldiers – and their plump lips attack your neck.
You close your eyes, revelling in the soft caresses of their mouths, the gentle flickers of their tongues and the light nips of their teeth. Your breathing quickens again, you bring your hands to their hair, carding through short blonde strands and tugging on longer chestnut locks. Bucky leans back, catches your eyes in his mesmerising ones and smiles.
Word count: 2110 (these are getting longer and longer, sorry)
Summary: Sexy times with the Super Soldiers.
Warnings: 18+, Pet names, Daddy!Bucky, Captain!Steve (is this a thing?) explicit words, smut, teasing, Bucky Barnes’ fucking arm, chocking I guess, Dom!Bucky, Dom!Steve, so much dirty talk :), fingering, hints to unprotected intercourse, daddy kink (beware: this is my first time writing it), captain kink, sub!reader, masturbation, threesome. Let me know if you find more.
Notes: You may wonder what this is, the answer to that is, once again, I don’t know :).
The gentle light from the candle flickers on the walls, creating soft shadows in the otherwise dark room. You can feel the silky fabric of the robe you’re wearing tickling your skin, caressing it with every twitch of your muscles. Your nerve endings are on fire, crackling on each movement, each lungful of air; your mouth feels dry and you swallow again for the 5th time in the last couple of seconds.
“Look at that. So fucking wet, darling.”
Teeth sinking in your bottom lip, you nod to Steve even though his words are not meant as a question; eyes begging him for something, anything. The way he’s looking at you, the sound of his voice - almost as wrecked as you feel - the words he normally chastises you for falling from his bitten lips, every single thing has more slick gathering between your thighs.
“You like this, don’t ya? Being watched as you fuck yourself?”
Bucky’s voice is darker, smugness dripping from the words because he already knows, but he loves the way you get flustered; the way you look away from his eyes in embarrassment.
His teasing elicits twin groans from you and the blonde sitting next to him. They’re both at the foot of the bed, shoulder to shoulder as they watch with rapt attention how your fingers press inside of your pussy.
Your legs are spread open, knees bent as you lean back on the pillows Bucky has lovingly set against the headboard. They love your eyes on them, get off on having you watch the way you affect them as you pleasure yourself. Steve’s hand moves to the prominent tent in his slacks, palms it for just a second as another guttural groan escapes his mouth at the wet sound of your lips accommodating your fingers.
“She looks good, doesn’t she, Stevie? Pretty pussy peeking through the lace?”
Steve brings his eyes to yours, watches as you plead with him for more. You can tell that if it was up to him alone, he’d already be balls deep inside you, but Bucky enjoys the teasing.
“Fuck yeah, she does. You know she does.”
His sky-blue eyes darken a little more as he turns to catch his best friend’s gaze. They stare at one another for a moment, and then Steve’s eyes glance to Bucky’s lips as they curve up in that grin that never fails to bring either of you to your knees.
A frustrated whine slips out of you when Bucky’s metal hand wraps around Steve’s throat. You feel the green-eyed monster rear up its head at the sight of the black contrasting so prettily against Steve’s flushed skin.
“Wanna fuck her, Stevie?”
“Taste her. She’s so wet, smells so fucking sweet.”
Yes, please. Another whimper, your hips buck up at the suggestions; either of them would be more than welcome since your fingers are not cutting it anymore. You feel Steve’s fingers caressing up your foot, but you know better than to move. You keep still, breath stuck in your lungs as his fingers wrap around your ankle. Bucky mirrors his actions and they jerk your legs apart a little more. You yelp in surprise at the sudden movement.
“Oh, she smells delicious, a’ight. And your face does look real fucking pretty framed by her legs.”
Steve’s hand goes back to palming his dick and Bucky chuckles allowing his eyes to follow the gesture. You would protest at the loss of contact if your own eyes weren’t greedily soaking up the erotic scene before them.
Bucky tsks, metal hand gliding up his friend’s neck to land on his cheek; fingers softly sinking into Steve’s stubbly skin while his thumb caresses his bottom lip.
“You want it bad, don’t ya?”
Steve barely nods, doesn’t even need to because Bucky can read it all on his face. His tongue pokes out of his parted lips, tip grazing Bucky’s thumb and it’s the brunette’s turn to bite back a groan.
“See whatcha did, dollface? Got Cap here all wound up for you.”
Bucky’s silvery gaze finds yours, and you swallow again at the dryness in your mouth as all moisture keeps gathering south. He smiles at you, all soft and warm, and the complete opposite of his words and the dark promises in his eyes.
“What do you suggest we do about that, hum?”
Your eyes go back to Steve’s form, wander over his body, from his chiselled face down to where his hand is still squeezing his cock. You wish you could undress them with your thoughts alone.
Before you can answer, Steve interrupts you.
“Keep fucking yourself, darling.”
Bucky kinks an eyebrow disapprovingly and you realise that sometime, as you lost yourself watching them interact, you’d stopped moving your fingers. Not that anyone can blame you; your boys are just too fucking pretty.
You resume your teasing, because that is all you can really do with your underwear still on, but Steve likes it. He likes to see your skin adorned by the lace as you touch yourself; that’s the reason behind it overflowing your underwear drawer.
Eyes apologetic, you push and pull, turning your attention back to Bucky.
“Whatever you want, just…do something.”
Steve squeezes himself a little harder at your breathy voice, and switches hands so that he can bring his left one back on your leg. This time it rests a little higher, grasping at your calf as he eyes your body hungrily.
“Whatever we want? Oh, dollface, you sure you can take it all? Takeusboth?”
You nod, fingers quickening slightly when your mind starts conjuring up images of what Bucky’s words might entail.
“Yeah? Gon let us have our way with ya?”
Bucky’s voice is even deeper than before, getting huskier by the second and Steve moans at his words, unbuttoning his pants. Fucking finally.
“Yeah. Yes, Bucky, please.”
They move at the same time, shifting closer to your body and you can finally feel the heat radiating off of them. Steve’s hand is now on your thigh, fingers moving along the inner muscle until it quivers with anticipation. He grins at you, all boyish and carefree with a barely concealed hint of mischief.
The black, hard metal of Bucky’s hand makes contact with your tummy, forefinger tracing your navel as you marvel at the light reflecting off the gold decorating the arm. Your quick intake of breath pleases him and he leans closer until he’s face to face with your heating cheeks.
“What d’ya need, dollface, huh?”
Biting down on your bottom lip, you let the hand that was clenching the sheets move to find his, fingers wrapping around his wrist to urge him to speed up in his ascent towards your breasts.
“I want you to fuck me. Need it so bad, please.”
“Always so fucking polite, darling. So fucking pretty for us.”
Steve tugs on your wrist and your fingers easily slip from inside you; the panties’ elastic gently slapping back into place. Both yours and Bucky’s eyes are glued to the blonde as he brings your fingers to his mouth and sucks them in, eyes closing in delight when your juices reach his tastebuds.
Heavy breaths mingle in the otherwise silent room until he releases your fingers with a lewd pop, bringing your hand to his chest before letting go of your wrist. He moves then, settles between your parted thighs and that seems to be Bucky’s cue to focus his attention back on you.
“Want Cap’s cock, dollface? Want him to fuck you?”
‘Cap’, you know what that means and you moan your answer, a broken ‘yeah’ that has Steve hurriedly pushing his zipper down and rising to his knees to shove the pants out of the way. Humour is coating the brunette’s voice when he wraps his hand around your throat and a desperate whine slips past your glistening, bite-swollen lips.
“And what about me, huh?”
“Want you too; want both, please.”
Unable to stop yourself, you glance at Steve as he’s unbuttoning his shirt, gaping at the expanse of muscle being revealed and hoping for him to lose the boxers a little bit quicker. He smiles when he catches your eyes, discarding the material aside and grabbing his cock again.
“Gon let Daddy fuck that pretty, little mouth of yours, darling?”
Oh. Stunned into silence, you keep your eyes glued to him until Bucky’s fingers tighten around your neck, effectively diverting your attention; claiming it back as his own.
“Answer him, dollface, gonna let me fuck your mouth?”
“Yes, Captain. Wanna feel Daddy down my throat.”
Both men moan at your words, Steve shifting until his hips are bracketed by your thighs; his cock now free and resting on your panty-clad pussy. He rocks forwards once, creating such delicious friction on your clit that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“Look at you, doll. You just wanna be a good girl for us, don’t ya?”
“Uh huh. I'mma be a good girl, Daddy. I’ll be your best girl.”
Steve ruts against you again, hands hot on your thighs, using the hold for leverage and pulling your body down as he surges up. Your thoughts scatter all over the place; mouth falling open on panted nonsense and pleas.
“Oh, we know you will. Now c'mon, darling, give me one before I fill this pretty pussy up.”
Groaning your understanding, you clench the sheets in one hand, bringing the other to Bucky’s forearm for something sturdier to hold onto as his best friend keeps rocking you back and forth.
“You want that, doll? Want Cap to come inside that tight, little pussy of yours?”
“Oh God, yes! Want it so bad. Fuck, Captain, don’t stop, please.”
He quickens his pace, his cock catching in your panties until Bucky reaches over and pulls them to the side, baring your pussy to his friend before bringing his hand back to your throat.
“You hear that, Stevie? Think we spoiled her too much.”
Steve grunts something that you can’t quite make out, but Bucky seems to understand him just fine if his chuckle is any indication.
“Bet you want Daddy to fuck your pussy, too. Don’t you, doll? Cause one’s not enough for you anymore, is it?”
You hear rustling and open your eyes to see Bucky stroking himself through his jeans. Without waiting for his say so, you reach over and unsteadily unbutton and unzip them for him. He pulls his cock out and you take over again, thumb collecting the warm precome before you start stroking him as best as you can.
Steve leans over then, his skin hot as it barely grazes your rising chest on each intake of breath. They’re shoulder to shoulder again, Steve’s nuzzling your neck on the right, while Bucky is still upright, leaving room for you to work on his cock.
“Is that true, darling? You gon let Daddy fuck this pussy when I’m done with it? Let him use my come as lube? Is that what you want?”
A fresh wave of slick coats Steve’s cock after he husks the filthy words in your ear; his hand joining Bucky’s around your throat so that they’re both framing your neck.
You groan something intelligible because you’re too far gone; hips thrusting up knowing that you need just one more push and you’ll tumble over the edge. Bucky groans, his fingers twitch against your heated skin before he turns to face Steve.
“Fuck. That’s so fucking nasty, Stevie.”
“Shut up, you love it and, from the way she just flooded by dick, she does too.”
“I do. I do, please Captain. Would be so hot, to have you and Daddy filling me up, fucking my pussy ‘til I’m full and leaking on the sheets.”
You bring your unoccupied hand to the back of Steve’s head, keeping him close to you as his hips rut faster against your swollen clit. Bucky’s free hand wraps over yours and helps guide it as your body begins to turn to mush; all muscles slackening with the fast approach of your orgasm.
“Oh fuck! Fuck, I’m com-”
The words die on a silent scream when you convulse underneath Steve, feeling his left hand clutching your thigh while his body seizes up and a long, drawn out groan leaves his parted lips. Bucky fucks up one last time into your fists, and comes with a soft, almost inaudible moan that sears itself in your brain.
A beat passes, you’ve barely sucked in enough oxygen, before you feel the grips at your neck tightening again.
“Hands and knees, darling, c’mon.”
More notes, cause why the heck not?: Please consider leaving me some feedback? Maybe? You don’t have to, but I’d appreciate it. Thank you for reading in any case :)
Warning(s): Size kink, daddy kink, service dom!Steve Rogers.
Word Count: 887
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YOUR POV
Finally, you and Steve were taking the big step. Penis in Vagina sex, or just P in V. Steve was particular about things like that. It was always just oral and hand stimulation for you. Yeah, you only. Never him. He only ever wanted to please you.
Sometimes, he would make you cum at least five times in an hour. His fingers just curled inside of you so nicely, hitting your g-spot with a force and precision that your own smaller fingers could never manage. And your clit? Oh…Steve was well informed on how to treat a clit.
Between rolling, rubbing, and lightly smacking it, he made you even more sensitive and responsive than you ever thought would be possible.
You thought maybe his aversion to fucking you or letting you see his cock was for religious and/or self conscious reasons. Until you saw him. Whether or not the serum had an effect on his member, you didn’t know. But you did know that it was long, thick, and throbbing.
The head of his cock was in perfect (huge) proportion to the rest of his length, a perfect red mushroom head with a few veins trailing up the shaft. His balls were so heavy and round, presumably full of hot cum ready to impregnate you.
“Y/N…” he trailed off when he saw your wide eyes. His dick had sprung out, slapping him on the hardness of his abs. “Do you understand why now?”
You could only nod in response, reaching out a hand to lightly trail your fingers from base to tip. Steve shuddered, grabbing your wrist.
So he was pent up, evidently. Did he never masturbate? You guessed not, since you two did sleep in the same bed. Maybe he did it in the shower…but he took military style five minutes ones.
You were right, Steve rogers was sexually frustrated™️.
“Please—“ The plea left your lips, Steve swallowed lightly.
“I just need to be inside of you, baby,” he replied, reaching out to hold your face with his big hands, pressing his lips to yours softly. You nodded, stripping your underwear off and laying down for him.
“Y/N, I need to prep you first,” he shook his head. “If I tried to push inside of you before that, you might just break in half.” You laughed, but his expression stayed the same serious one as before.
“Then get me ready for you, daddy,” you smirked, causing him to grab your thighs, yanking you down to the edge of the bed. His tongue licked you from your entrance to your clit, sucking the growing nub in his mouth to cause your cunt to contract.
“I need—“ you were cut off by Steve pushing one finger inside of you.
“Baby girl, daddy knows what you need,” he curled it, making a ‘come here’ motion with it as you began to cream on his finger. “Look at that, already so wet.”
He continued his preparation, finishing off when you came around three of his fingers. Thrice.
“Okay, I’m going to get lube,” his cheeks turned pink.
You felt the cool substance around your pussy before watching him stroke his jumping cock to thoroughly apply the lubricant. He began to rub the tip up and down your folds.
“Sweetheart, if it gets to be too much at any time, tell me. It’s never too late to stop. I don’t want to hurt you, but it’s going to hurt at the beginning. Daddy will be as gentle as possible,” he smiled softly, pecking your nose.
He began to push in, the head being the widest part of his cock, and the hardest to get in. You gritted your teeth, bracing yourself. He stopped.
“Uh uh, baby. If you brace yourself, it only makes you tighter. I need you to relax. Here, breathe in,” he lined himself up with you again. “Now breathe out,” he instructed. You did as he said, and once you breathed out, he pushed inside of you.
The entire head of him was now inserted, and you were seeing stars.
“Look at you baby—taking daddy’s big cock. Such a good girl,” he pushed in, but not all the way. “I can’t get any further inside. Looks like this pretty little pussy is too small for my dick,” he smirked.
You teared up, the intensity of everything making your eyes roll back into your head. “S-Steve—you’re so—big…”
“I know, princess. I know, but look at you,” he put your legs over his shoulders, getting a couple centimeters deeper inside of you. “Dammit, I’m not going to last—“
“Language—“ you laughed somehow, the movement making you squeeze around him.
“Hush—fuck I’m cumming!” Two more thrusts was all it took. Suddenly, you felt thick, warm semen shoot deep inside of you. And there was a lot of it. Steve groaned, his balls pressed against the roundness of your ass, slapping into you as he continued to thrust.
Your own orgasm came soon after, with help as Steve rubbed your clit quickly. You came down from your highs, looking at each other with love.
“You were so good, sweetheart. I love you so much,” he moved your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead. You collapsed into his chest, tracing his skin.
Symbol, Part One (continued from Fools Rush In, see Masterlist)
Summary: You’re told your husband, Steve Rogers, has died while on a mission.
Warnings:aaaaaaangst, kinda violence, swearing? (sexual references, Minors DNI) [takes place approx. 2 yrs after you and Steve marry because it’s all out of order, sry, and I am purposefully playing with past/present tense here so hopefully it’s not distracting]
It’s odd, the complete fracture you feel in your mind, body, and soul when Bucky says it. He twitches but keeps eye contact.
“He’s gone,” Bucky croaks. “Steve’s gone.”
Your whole being turns to stone, and an atom bomb of effort goes into simply ticking your head back and forth a single millimeter. You almost laugh. Bucky can’t be serious. There’s no way.
Except his face is slack, not angry. Bucky would be fighting if there was even a chance Steve could be alive. He’d wage war on a galactic army. He wouldn’t be pitying you. He’d be promising you Steve’s safe return or justice. Instead, Bucky stands with wide, puppy dog eyes.
He’s sorry.
He’s fucking sorry?
Well, that’s not enough. That’s not fair.
And then Bucky tries to say it.
“I’m sor—“
CRACK!The force of your hand across his face ripples Bucky’s cheek, and the echo takes a long second to roll all the way down the otherwise empty lab. You worked late, not liking to go back home knowing Steve’s away. Because Steve is away. That’s all. Steve is just away.
Bucky looks less wounded than before you hit him. He looks resigned, like he deserved that (which he did), like he expects much more (which you might give), and finally, Bucky looks like it changes nothing. The only sense that slap knocked into anyone was the lasting sting across your palm.
You are screaming, but only on the inside because it is even harder to move now than it was to shift your head. Your soul is shaking as if an earthquake rattles the entire earth below you, but your body doesn’t even let you breathe. If you could still your heart, you just might because Steve is…
The fissure grows, a small chasm between two perfectly competing thoughts. Steve could be dead. Sure. No. Probably…not? There’s also Steve’s job. It’s a weird fucking job that includes all sorts of ridiculous dangers including faking death, but why would Bucky have to tell you the lie? Steve is your husband. Surely you can know? Then there’s the possibility that if Steve is really gone, and you behave like he’s totally alive and coming home any day, you will be considered insane, delusional, or irrational.
You are not irrational.
Yougasp because you stopped breathing.
The heaving inhale startles Bucky. He has a hand out toward you, hovering a few inches from your arm, but he pulls it back. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you realize he didn’t flinch at your violence; what shocked him was your sign of life. Bucky still looks guilty. He looks afraid of you or your reaction. He looks…devastated.
Maybe you’re wrong. Maybe it’s real. And if it’s real and you’re wrong and Steve is gone…
“What am I supposed to do?”
Your eyes lock onto a blank space on the wall behind Bucky. Your husband’s best friend shifts in your periphery, not knowing what to do either. There’s a faint noise, a whine, a distraughtwhine, and you turn again, staring right into his grey eyes surrounded by red and sorrow.
You once told Steve that hugging was your superpower. Bucky stands there, curled inward but on display, a wounded animal. If anyone needs a hug, it’s him. His best friend is gone, and he was right there to watch.
But your husband is gone, and you were not there. Only Bucky was. Only one of you had even a chance to save Steve Rogers, and it wasn’t you.
You walk out of the lab without another word, leaving Bucky alone with what you can only hope is as great a shame as your bubbling anger.
* * *
You forgot yourself that first night. You walked right back to your apartment in the compound and just stood there, holding the door open, looking around at all this familiar stuff that Steve touched days ago. His sketches were still out on the coffee table with his pencil tin open beside them, his way of reminding himself to sharpen a few before putting them away again.
You curled up onto the couch that still smelled of him and pulled the tartan throw over you, the one that you had never, ever seen Captain Keeps-A-Neat-House fold before tossing it over the back cushion, not even after it was laundered. You slept. You forgot the news when you woke up, and systematically got ready for work and down to the lab.
The lab triggered it. Only one person was already there, and they watched you freeze in the middle of the room, stare up at a random spot on the wall, and walk right back out.
The media had it by midday, and you immediately turn off your phone. You and Steve don’t keep a television in the apartment, considering there are a whopping five-hundred and twelve monitors in this building alone, and you would have to turn on the radio.
You found yourself doing that a lot in the first days: switching back and forth in tenses when you spoke or thought. Everything happens like the murky, slow churn of an old-fashioned riverboat.
Old-fashioned. It hurt how much you were reminded of him, but somehow you became more upset with yourself when things didn’t remind you of him. Forgetting for one second was tantamount to wiping your life clean of him and spitting on his grave.
Oh god, his grave.
They’ve set the funeral for a week and three days after.
Pepper comes to your door, and for a heated flash, you think she’s come with agents to strip-mine Steve’s quarters for government property and potential memorabilia. If they touch his sketches, more people than just Steve will be dead. You growl in preparation before opening the door.
But no, Pepper quietly makes you tea and talks about details. The woman—bless her—finds a way to ask the most indelicate questions about logistics and event details so that all you have to do is nod, shake your head, or look up at her. God, she is good at her job, except you now realize you are being managed. Pepper is too soothing for it to matter much, though in the back of your mind, you resent your status as a prop to move around.
Your brain also starts a joke it won’t finish: Mrs. Stark and Mrs. Rogers sit on a couch planning a funeral. Whose is it?
You rub at the etched surface of your necklace absently before pressing it between your lips, staring at Steve’s pencils which still stare back from the table.
Pepper might be efficient, but with you, she is anything but cold. She can interpret any body language. She takes notes. Half a mug of tepid tea sits in your bundled hands by the time she wraps up your checklist. She’s setting up prepared meals to be delivered and stored in your freezer. You get a passing mental image of Scott Lang showing up with a homemade tofu casserole and silently thank Pepper for saving you the extra grief of refusal. Somehow, you don’t have the energy to ask how, she knows you don’t mind leftovers in the least.
You told him that in a hotel room once when Steve chose to let food sit because he would rather touch you than eat. There used to be times when he would rather touch you than breathe, or so it seemed.
A week before he died, Steve clung to you during sex, held you so closely, different than other times. His big hands wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you towards powerful thrusts. There was something so distinctly feral about his need for you that night. You relished it then but are haunted now. You’ll never have that again. It still doesn’t feel real.
All you can think about after Pepper leaves is Steve’s touch. You try to sleep instead. You cry instead. Hours later, your mind takes pity on you and suspends its punishing cycle.
In a haze of exhaustion and heartache, you can picture him. He’s in bed with you, gently sweeping dirty hair away from your tear-stained face. He smiles, big and bright, scooting forward with a hand floating down to the small of your back as he chats. You can’t hear the words. You’re just watching, excited by his excitement, and he leans to kiss you. He pulls you to him and with a laugh rolls you over onto his chest. His kiss is gentle before it deepens, the pressure of his fingers in your hair mounts with each flick of his tongue against yours.
Your brain doesn’t lie to the point of making you say you miss him because Steve hasn’t returned. Steve is dead, but with a bit of imagination, your fingers feel like his fingers. They can do what his did. You can imagine his clear and intense blue eyes obsessively taking in the sight of you coming apart before he drops to your chest for his favored, lingering kisses and love bites all across your neck and breasts. Picturing his body helps. Thinking of his soft hair in your hands helps, too. What breaks you, the thing that tips you over the edge, is his hum. It’s just a memory, but you can hear the musical, happy sound so vividly that your body shakes with it as you climax.
The cruel joke is that your brain mimics his voice.
“Can I keep you?”
But he can’t. He can’t keep you, and you can’t keep him because Steve Rogers is gone.
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It’s day who-the-fuck-cares now, and you’re back to your marathon walks in the gym. You used to do that. It’s one of the reasons you grew close to Steve in the first place. You’d had a trauma and walked an unhealthy amount of time around this very track years ago. From that concerning surveillance footage, someone assigned you to a therapy meeting led by Captain Rogers. Then you were shocked and concerned about your sibling, Ro, coming out as enby, so you walked some more. Steve had walked right through these doors you keep passing, probably having been alerted that the Weird Walking Lady was back on the security screens, but then he gave you his number and asked you on a date.
You screamed more in excitement then than you’ve screamed in pain now. The thought sinks into your sorrow-dense bones, but you just keep walking.
They clearly watch you on all the video feeds because even though this is the employee track (and the Avengers have their own personal training area), someone is always there. It starts with Sam Wilson. He plays off what he’s doing the best, running laps casually while you wear noise-canceling headphones that aren’t playing music since your phone is off and sitting on the coffee table with sketches you won’t move. Sam either gets tired or has to go back to real work, but within seconds of him leaving, Natasha walks in. That’s the dead giveaway; Nat isn’t a fucking walker. Punching bag? Yes. Intense sparring? Absolutely. Intimidatingly lifting more than her own bodyweight? Hell yeah. Walking?Not on your fucking life (or Steve’s).
You openly glare at her for a beat, not moving your headphones or stopping, but she does it. Natasha walks just behind you for nearly ninety minutes before Bucky joins with a couple of water bottles in hand. He offers one to Nat as you both move towards him in your separate lanes, and then he holds the other out to you.
You swat it out of his hand and traipse right out the door he just came in.
Tony Stark is in the hall leading to your apartment as you approach. His arms are already up asking for forgiveness, but you can’t hear him and don’t care what he has to say.
“No,” you yell with a finger pointed at him, pushing him to back off enough so you can get in the door. Your back stays facing him until after the door is shut.
When you finally take off the headphones, F.R.I.D.A.Y chirps over a speaker.
“Mrs. Rogers, you have thirty messages awaiting review.”
“Do any of them mention Steve being alive?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Then delete all of them.”
The AI reminds you of how watched you are, even in your own home—or what used to feel like a home—so you make a knee-jerk decision to pack a bag, grab your wallet, and leave. It’s not until the door of the hotel room clicks shut that you realize how thirsty and hungry you are. You pour water into the small cup from the bathroom tap and drain the glass seven times before splashing your face and walking back to the bed. Now, you’re too tired to order food.
At the bottom of your bag sits the very first thing you packed. Not a toothbrush. Not deodorant. Not face wash. It’s Steve cologne. You can’t fall asleep without smelling him, without being surrounded in some way by air that reminds you of his existence. It used to be a joke, that ‘second-best’ to the man himself was his shirt and a spritz of cologne, but the joke is on you now. That’s all you have left.
The amount you spray stings your nostrils. The scent should choke you at this potency. It can’t. All the smell can do is become thick and corporeal while it radiates from the pillows you stack on his side of the bed and hold like your life depends on it.
That’s because it does. Your life now depends on the memory of Steve Rogers.
I kinda feel like I’m writing for nothing atm. And I know I’m not the only author feeling like this. Where’s the love and appreciation? Hell, I don’t even mind if you have any constructive criticism.
I’m going to pause updates after today for my main 4 stories, The Florist next-door, Devil in Disguise, A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother. and Always Meant to be. I just feel like you’re not interested in them atm so there’s no point stressing over them. Obviously if I get enough people asking for them then I will update sooner rather than later but until then, don’t expect any updates for a while.
I will however be uploading other pieces of works in the mean time and if anyone has any requests you’re more than welcome to send them in.
Princess Y/N Stark of York New mustmarry a man chosen by her brother, by the time she is 21. Her brother’s council have the perfect man in mind, one that is terrifying and hell bent on having his Queen. But Princess Y/N’s heart belongs to another, and luckily so does her hand in marriage.
‘A princess is far more powerful than a king, my love. You have the power of merging families and kingdoms. You have the power of carrying hopeful heirs to the throne. You have more power than you know…’
Bold italics are flashbacks.
Series warnings: swearing, medieval views on women, arranged marriage, smut, bloodshed, violence, 18+ readers only
Princess Y/N Stark of York New must marry a man chosen by her brother, by the time she is 21. Her brother’s council have the perfect man in mind, one that is terrifying and hell bent on having his Queen. But Princess Y/N’s heart belongs to another, and luckily so does her hand in marriage.
‘A princess is far more powerful than a king, my love. You have the power of merging families and kingdoms. You have the power of carrying hopeful heirs to the throne. You have more power than you know…’
Bold italics are flashbacks.
Series warnings: swearing, medieval views on women, arranged marriage, smut, bloodshed, violence, 18+ readers only
Part warnings:18+readers only, brief mention of female examination
I almost can’t believe that in a week’s time we will be married. I can’t believe this is the first letter I am writing to you as your fiance and the last before I become your wife. It’s some what scary to think about, but I’m excited to start this next chapter of my life with you.
I am however not enjoying trying to decide some of the finer details for the wedding. Pepper, still refuses to speak to me and so not having a motherly figure or someone who has planned a wedding to help, I feel a little lost. Anthony, is only so much help and has no clue about flowers.I wish you were here.
All my love,
Y/N
My love,
I also can’t believe how close we are to being husband and wife, then we may never spend another day without each other as I too have been missing you dearly.
I wish there were was something more I could offer, but I fear I may just be as useless as, Tony.
My advice to you for the flowers would be to take a walk in your gardens. There’s always some kind of beautiful flower blooming there and when you see the perfect flowers for our wedding, you’ll know.
We’ll see each other soon, my love. Know that I love you and soon we shall be together again.
All my love,
Steve
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“Why am I not surprised?” Tony chuckled. “If that’s what you’d like, then that’s what you shall have.”
Your eyes lit up, “Oh, thank you, Tony!” You jumped up excitedly and wrapped your arms around him.
Tony hugged you back. “They’re your flowers, Y/N.” He smiled. “Use them.”
“They’re hers, Tony.” You smiled softly at him. “And I want her to be a part of my wedding.”
Tony nodded, “She was always going to be apart of it, Y/N, with or without the flowers.” He walked over to his desk and pulled open a cupboard door and took out a velvet pouch. He turned and handed it to you. “Here.” He chuckled.
You opened it and gasped. “Oh, Tony,” You looked down at the pair of earrings that sat in your palm.
“They were what mother wore on her wedding day.” His smile saddened as he thought about her. “Every year, when it was their anniversary, she’d wear them.” He began to frown. “Her lady-in-waiting handed me them one day, begged me to keep them safe so father couldn’t be rid of them like everything else.” He drew in a deep breath, “I know she would have wanted you to wear them on your wedding day.”
You gave him a teary eyed smile. “Thank you, Tony, it means a lot.” You wrapped your arms around him.
Tony hugged you back. “You mean a lot.”
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“PRINCESS!” Peter yelled behind you as he tried to get his horse to catch up with yours. “SLOW DOWN!” He groaned. “She’s going to be the death of me.” He admitted to himself.
Your laughter rang through the air as Storm galloped through the trees. Rhodey and Happy were somewhere close by, along with other guards, all keeping watch over you, as you and Peter explored the woods on horse back. You needed to burn some energy, according to Tony. You were excited. Steve was returning to the kingdom, which meant your wedding was only a couple of days away.
You pulled on Storm’s reins and came to a stop as you heard the sound of a carriage and horses close by.
A part of you dreaded the worst, it might have been King Brock or Hydra bandits. But through the trees you could see the familiar flag of Brook. It was Steve.
Bucky looked at his King with a smirk, “Everything okay, Your Majesty?” He asked playfully.
Steve grunted, “Fine.”
“So, why are you in such a hurry?” Bucky asked smirking to himself.
Steve sent him a glare over his shoulder. “Don’t start, Buck, or you’ll be on shoveling shit duty until the wedding.” Steve smirked at him making Sam laugh from his other side. “And don’t you be thinking you won’t be joining him.” Steve shot at him.
Sam’s face fell, “What I do?”
“Nothing yet, but you will.” Steve smirked and looked back a head of him. “And the last time I checked, don’t the pair of you have a reason to hurry back to York New?” Steve didn’t need to look back at the two men to know they were blushing. Check mate.
“PRINCESS!” The sound of Peter’s exasperated voice echoing through the trees stopped Steve and his horse in their tracks.
Bucky and Sam followed then the rest of his men.
“HURRY UP, PETER!” Your laughter bubbled through the air before the sight of you and your trusted stead came into view. “Hello, boys!” You giggled but didn’t stop, galloping past the men of Brook back towards the castle.
Steve grinned to himself as he briefly watched you before he kicked his horse forwards. It didn’t take long for his horse to catch up to yours. “You’re misbehaving, My love.” He called out to you as he came to your side.
“How dare you, Steven. I am nothing but well behaved.” You giggled.
“If you say so.” Steve chuckled.
The pair of you rode along side eachother until you crossed through the gates of the castle. Once you had come to a stop, Steve dismounted his horse before he helped you down.
“Hello, My love.” He whispered, cupping your face in his large hands and gently pressed his lips against yours as the pair of you stood between your horses in your own little world.
You reached up and held tightly onto his tunic. As you pulled back from him you smiled lovingly up at him. “I missed you.” You whispered, placing your left hand over his stubble covered cheek.
“And I you, My love,” He whispered against your lips. “But the next time I leave York New, you’ll be coming with me.”
“For the rest of our lives.” You grinned up at him.
Steve chuckled and kissed you. “I can’t wait.”
“STEVE!” Tony called out as he made his way down the stone steps and over to you. “Good to see you again.” He held his hand out to Steve.
Steve took his hand and gave it a shake. “Tony,” He smiled, “No, Pepper?” He asked.
Tony let out a heavy sigh, “Unfortunately, my wife has come down with something, so she’s resting until the big day.” He nodded, glancing at you. “She sends her love.”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I’m sure.” You muttered under your breath, receiving a nudge from Steve and a look that told you to behave.
Tony smiled, “Enjoy your ride, sister?”
You nodded with a genuine smile. “I did, thank you.”
“Good,” Tony looked round your horse raising his eyebrow as he clapped his hands together. “Where did you leave my men?”
You let out small chuckle as you looked up at Steve. “They’re close by, I promise.”
Tony nodded, “And your men, Steve?”
“With yours.” Steve sent you a wink as he slipped his arm around your waist. Steve looked up at Tony, “All set for tomorrow evening?” He asked.
Tony nodded, “Of course. You know me, I can plan a party-”
“In a matter of hours.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Yes, brother, everyone knows how well you plan a party… Shame you don’t shoot an arrow as well.” You smirked playfully to yourself, knowing that you touched a nerve.
Tony grumbled, “I let you win.”
Steve’s head fell backwards with laughter, “Losing again, Tony?”
Tony glared at Steve. “I let her win.”
Steve nooded before he looked over his shoulder as both kingdom’s men began to return. “My love, I have a surprise for you.” Steve smiled at you.
“A surprise?” You asked with a furrowed brow.
“I would have written about it in my letter, but I wasn’t entirely sure if I’d have it with me.” Steve smiled softly at you.
“Oh, Steven, you didn’t need to get me anything.” You bit your bottom lip excitedly.
“I’m afraid it’s nothing like that.” He chuckled, “It’s more of a surprise guest.” He turned to the royal carriage as Bucky opened the door and helped his mother, Queen Mother Sarah, down the small step.
Your eyes lit up, “Oh, Steve!” You jumped up and swung your arms around his neck. “Thank you!” You pressed a kiss to his lips before hurrying over to his mother.
“My darling gir!” Sarah pushed Bucky out of the way as you ran up to her, pulling you into a tight embrace. “Oh, it’s been far too long.” She squeezed you making you laugh.
“I know.” You smiled at her. “I’ve missed you.”
When Steve’s father became ill in the following months after your 16th birthday and Steve was crowned King of Brook after his father’s passing, his mother became the Queen Mother and moved away from the castle. She needed time to grieve but also wanted to let her son be his own ruler, and she was happy to move into a place of her own still on the castle grounds. Not many people know the whereabouts of her home, which meant you were unable to visit her and only saw her the handful of times when she’d visit her son at the castle. The two of you always got on, she’d joke and say you were the daughter she never had, something you knew Margaret did not like and you were sure Sarah enjoyed it.
“You get more and more beautiful each time I see you!” Sarah beamed at you as she held your face in between her hands, almost squishing your face.
“Okay, mother,” Steve stepped in between the pair of you. “Leave her be.” He rolled his eyes playfully as he wrapped you in his arms making you laugh.
Sarah scoffed, “He acts as if he hasn’t been talking none stop about how beautiful you’ll look walking down the aisle.” She laughed softly, “Isn’t that right, James?” She asked looking up at him.
Bucky nodded, “Yes, Queen Mother. His Majesty, has been none stop, hasn’t he.” He chuckled looking at Steve. “If he hasn’t been talking about how beautiful the princess is, he’s been drawing her.”
“Okay!” Steve quickly pushed you away from Bucky. “I think perhaps we should spend some time alone… Away from them. Now.” He sent Bucky a glare over his shoulder making you giggle as he dragged you away.
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“I wish you had been here. It was horrible.” You admitted to Steve as the pair of you sat in library together in the bay window.
Steve let out a heavy sigh as he held your hand, raising it to his lips to press a kiss to the back of it. “I’m sorry, my love. I know it must have been uncomfortable for you… You had someone with you, yes?” Steve raised his eyebrow.
You drew in a shaky breath, “Natasha, yes. Queen Virginia, no.” You muttered. “It’s fine. I’d rather have had, Natasha, with me. She held my hand whilst, Doctor Banner, went about his business.” You blushed deeply avoiding Steve’s gaze.
You weren’t sure how the pair of you had gotten on to the topic of your examination that you’d had to endure during the previous day, but you had. Doctor Banner had confirmed you were pure to the room full of council members that had been stood behind a screen awaiting his verdict, and the wedding could go ahead.
“May I ask you something, Steven?” You asked looking up at him a little nervous.
He nodded, “Of course, my love.”
You drew in a deep breath as you stood up from the window, walking a little away from him. “… Is it true, that the council members have to be in the same room as us… When we, hmm… On, our… Wedding night?” You asked shyly as you knotted yours fingers in front of you.
Steve let out a small sigh, “They have to be present, yes, but not in the same room.” Steve stood up and walked up behind you. “It’ll be just you and I on our wedding night, my love.” He smiled softly as he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I promise, you won’t even know anyone is in the next room…” He kissed your neck lightly making you bite your bottom lip. “I’ll make sure if it.” He smirked against your neck.
A/N- These are all the loactions that may be featured in College Gemini, or may be refrenced in there, heres how I picture them and a little discription of them. Enjoy!
Coney Island- The boys (Bucky and Steve) used to go there a lot when they were kids, and love to take their dates there, win them prizes, and all the cute stereotypical date stuff. They haven’t been back since they’ve started college, and since Bucky started dating Dot. The Avengers have plans to go and hang at the beach when the sun sets after a full day of riding rides and playing games.
Shield’s- This is The Avengers go to club, they always have a good time partying there. They never encounter trouble and every one of the staff members loves them and Gemini, they always have their VIP reserved even if they don’t show up. The staff always love to hang with them when they party.
Hydra’s-This club is not the Avengers’ first choice, they always seem to get involved in stuff, people trying to start fights with them, trying to get them kicked out. The place is rumored for some nefarious things a lot of people getting arrested there. They tend to avoid Hydra’s, they only really go if they have to when they want to party. (IE when Shield’s is closed or rented out for events)
Mel’s- This is the Avengers hang-out spot outside of college, after clubbing and partying. They’re always down to get some greasy burgers and milkshakes, especially after a night of dancing at Sheild’s and need to soak up the alcohol they drank at the club. Good thing Mel’s is open 24/7.
Howard’s-Tony Stark’s family diner, named after his dad, it’s run by his mom and dad, mostly by his mom when Howard is teaching at the college. It’s right next to the college, if you can’t find the Avengers on campus, they’ll most likely be there in their back corner booth, shooting the shit and eating, or even studying in some cases. It’s a great place to hang with friends, this is a place they always recommend when people ask. They make the best cheesy fries and milkshakes. Just don’t sit in the Avenger’s booth, momma Stark will get mad you’re sitting there.
Asteroid M’s- The Avengers’ favorite place to go besides the bowling alley and the roller rink. They love the mini-competitions they have, who can get the highest score on Pac-man or some of the games. The best thing is it’s right next to Mel’s and the owners don’t care if you bring take out from Mel’s in there. Y/N / Gemini is saving her tickets to get the big prize of a brand new Nintendo 64. She vows she’ll get it, and she will fight anyone of her friends and people to get it.
Asgard’s- Another place where the Avengers like to go, they love to put on their skates and go. It’s where they can feel like they’re flying, on and off drugs. Y/N sometimes goes but not when she has school work. Gemini loves to go and sometimes she partakes of the white powder they do sometimes. The place is trippy and so retro, especially on their 70’s disco night. The place is owned by Professor Thor and Loki’s family.
The Garden Bowl- This is Y/N / Gemini’s favorite bowling alley, it’s on the other side of Asteroid M’s, and the Avengers love to go there on some Friday nights when they turn off the lights and turn the neons on. Everything glows! Y/N likes this place because her aunt owns the place, her aunt is like her mother, plus her aunt is one of those cool aunts that lets you do everything. She, the aunt, lets the Avengers and Y/n smoke some green there and chill if they share with her. Y/N’s aunt lets them shut down the place and bowl with no one there, as long as they want, and lets them drink there all they want.
The Raft- The Avengers like to go here after a long week at college instead of going to Shield’s they go to the drive-in movie. It’s called the Raft because there are 4 movie screens, playing 4 different movies at once. The girls like to load up into Y/N’s / Gemini’s VW bug and meet the guys there, parking at the back of the lot in front of one screen, so they can smoke in peace. They lay out blankets and lay in the grass beside their cars and binge on pizza and beer that they brought into the lot, while they watch the two movies of the night. If the first movie they picked was followed by one they didn’t like, they’d move to a screen that had a movie they did like or haven’t seen before.
warnings- smut, oral (m receiving), face fucking, daddy kink, hair pulling, dacryphilia and praise. 18+ MINORS DNI
pairings- steve rogers x reader
word count- 1.2k
authors note- so this is the first piece of smut I’ve written in a while so apologies if it isn’t great! once again going to tag @nsfwsebbie as she was the person who motivated me to finally finish this! thank you so much sab! ilysm bby! i hope you all enjoy this, I’m rather proud of it!
Steve prided himself on being an excellent driver, one of the first things he did after coming out of the ice was getting his license. Everyone he knew would say that he was an amazing driver, but today something was off.
warnings- smut, oral (m receiving), face fucking, daddy kink, hair pulling, dacryphilia and praise. 18+ MINORS DNI
pairings- steve rogers x reader
word count- 1.2k
authors note- so this is the first piece of smut I’ve written in a while so apologies if it isn’t great! once again going to tag @nsfwsebbie as she was the person who motivated me to finally finish this! thank you so much sab! ilysm bby! i hope you all enjoy this, I’m rather proud of it!
Steve prided himself on being an excellent driver, one of the first things he did after coming out of the ice was getting his license. Everyone he knew would say that he was an amazing driver, but today something was off.
AN: Someone in the Thot Neighbourhood Discord Server (I can’t remember who) wanted a fic where Steve tells reader off for her constant bad language, but didn’t have the capacity to write it, so I took up the prompt. I hope you enjoy 2.5k of Mean! Steve.
This is set in that wonderful AU where everyone lived, no-one died and SHEILD is still a thing.
