A/N:This is the second part of an MCU story I’m working on. The first part can be foundhere if you want to catch up.
Synopsis:Steve learns more about you, but you have your eyes on someone else.
Word Count: 3.2k
Mentions:Alcohol, sexual tension, adult themes in conversation, slight fluff & smut
Part Two - Just Like Starting Over
The following morning you make your way to the kitchen again. You’d rather avoid it but considering you haven’t eaten anything for almost 24 hours you have no choice but to go. You smile softly as you hear the familiar sound of a voice you’ve missed. Turning into the room, you see Tony poking Bruce in the ribs and regarding him playfully, Natasha rolling her eyes a the pair and laughing. Thor shovling a spoonful of eggs in his mouth, but it’s Steve who notices you first and looks at you with slight concern in his eyes.
Wanda’s face lights up at the site of you “Y/N…Hey.” You smile warmly at the woman, one of the few people who understands what it’s like, to an extent, to share powers similar to yours. Tony and the others look up at you then, Steve standing up and Thor following suit.
Natasha smirks and Wanda raises her eyebrows at the same time as Tony, looking between the two men. You feel your cheeks flush with colour.
“Uh…Hi.” You walk further into the room, and make your way to the coffee pot. It’s Tony who speaks next as you pour yourself a drink.
“Y/N…Have you met Capsicle yet?” Thor’s laugh rolls across the room as you turn and see Steve scowling at Tony. You rest your butt against the counter, thankful that you’re at least covered up today. The feeling and memory of Steve’s eyes as they moved over your body, causing to you blush more.
“Yes, actually…We met last night.” You take your coffee and move over to the table, sitting in between Wanda and Thor. Thor sits down as you do, Steve following a second later. Tony’s tone is playful his eyebrow raised.
“Uh huh…And?” Your midway to bringing your cup to your mouth and frown.
“And what? I met him last night, that’s it. That’s the story.” Wanda stands then and puts a hand on your arm.
“Let me get you some eggs.” You smile at Wanda and Thor leans forward in his chair, crossing his arms and bringing his elbows to rest on the table in front of him.
“It is nice to see you Y/N.” You smirk and take a sip of your coffee.
“You saw me yesterday.” Something flashes over Thor’s face but his smile quickly replaces it.
“I know, but it is still nice to see you.” You smile at him as Wanda brings over your eggs and sits down next to you.
“Thank you, I didn’t know I could be this hungry.” The woman tilts her head.
“You’re not eating?” Before you can answer Steve leans forward.
“She didn’t eat her sandwich last night. And I offered to make her new one.” Nat settles back in her chair, crossing her arms and smiling playfully.
“Ok, I need to hear this.” Even Tony and Bruce stop and look over.
“Great, everyone’s staring at me. Thanks Steve!” You sigh and reach for your fork, Steve opening his mouth in protest but he stops when your eyes meet his. “I came to make some food and had my music on. Steve walked in, made me jump and I lost my sandwich.”
“I did offer to make you another one.” You ignore the man and take a bite of food, turning to Wanda who wraps her fingers around her own mug of coffee.
“So what are your plans for today?” Smiling at Wanda, you tilt your head.
“Actually I was going to ask if you’d do some more meditation training with me. I’ve found things a little hard to control recently.” Wanda nods her head and puts her hand on your arm.
“Of course. I’d be happy to help.” You offer her a friendly smile before turning to Nat.
“Oh also, I’m down for some sparring too.” Nat smiles at you.
“Fine by me. Thor? Steve? Want to join us?” You bristle slightly, you were kind of hoping it would just be you and Nat. You still felt uncomfortable after the emotions you felt from Steve last night, and whilst you liked Thor, you were finding yourself thinking about him more recently, and can’t be 100% sure the feelings are returned. You watch as the two men nod their head in agreement, Wanda stifling a laugh as she hears you whisper.
“Put me to sleep Wanda!” - You’re pleased when you get the gym and see Nat already there, the two of you talk and spend some time sparring. By the time Thor and Steve walk in, the pair of you are already flushed with thin layers of sweat on your body. You feel a rush of warmth ripple through your cheeks, as you eye the two men wearing grey joggers and tight tshirts. You’d be both blind and stupid, if you didn’t admit that they were both very attractive. Nat nudges you with her elbow and raises her eyebrow.
“Close your mouth!” You smile softly and shake your head. As she walks to the men.
“Started without us?” Steve’s voice is light and he smiles at Nat. It makes his face look different, you’ve only ever seen him looking stoic or concerned. Or like last night, overcome with emotion. You can’t help but smile along, Thor catching your eyes and smiling at you.
“Maybe you’re getting old Cap!” Nat teases back as Steve laughs, you lower your eyes to the floor blushing at the look in Thor’s eyes.
“Actually, we could do with mixing up partners. What do you say?” Nat turns to you, looking for your acceptance and you nod your head.
“I choose Y/N!” Thor’s voice booms out and Nat smirks and nods her head. “Looks like you’re with me Cap!” There’s a moment where you and Steve look over at each other and he looks as though he want’s to say something, but you turn on your heel and walk to the opposite side of the room.
“Is she going to be okay with him? She looks pretty small.” Nat looks at Steve for a second, before bringing her arm forward, he blocks it easily.
“Are you judging someone on their appearances Steve? Really?” Nat spins and connects her hand with Steve’s neck, he bounces on the balls of his feet and moves forward, ducking out of the way of one of Nat’s other punches. He smiles at her, the pair of them light on their feet, fists raised.
“No, but Thor is a God.” Nat raises her eyebrows and smirks, ducking as Steve swings for her.
“She’s stronger than she looks…Watch.” The pair lower their arms and perch on the side of the boxing ring that stands in the centre of the room. Steve has to admit it, Y/N is light on her feet, she moves gracefully and is blocking every move Thor is coming at her with.
“You’re not going easy on me are you big guy?” You ask Thor as you duck another swing, moving behind him and kneeing the back of his legs causing him to fold and lose balance.
“I would never insult you by going easy on you tiny lady.” He moves quick and grips his arm around your neck, your back flush against his body. You move your hands up and wrap your fingers over his forehams, his breath warm against your neck. You feel him hesitate slightly and you bite your lower lip in an attempt to ignore the need that is washing through you. You grip harder on his arm and bend your body sharply, flipping the demi-god on the floor in front of you knocking the wind out of him.
Across the room Steve stands up straighter, his mouth open slightly and Nat grins at him “Told you.” He watches as Y/N looks down at Thor, slight concern on her face.“Are you ok? Do you need a hand standing up?”
Steve can hear the smile in Thor’s voice as he reaches up to grab Y/N’s hand, but instead of using it to pull himself up, he pulls Y/N down on top of him. “Give me a hug, I am proud of you!” You place your hands on either side of Thor’s head, arms straight. Stray pieces of hair caging your face, your eyes on Thor’s as he smiles at you and wraps his arms around your waist.
“You know this isn’t how people usually hug right?” Thor’s thumb brushes against your lower back and you bite down a smile at the look on his face. He nods his head and you stand up, your hand outstretched. This time Thor takes it and allows you to help him up, despite not really needing it.
Steve feels something wash through him, as he watches you and Thor breathing deeply and keeping your eyes on each other, your hand still in his.
“Shall we swap?” Nats question snaps you from your reverie and you pull your hand from Thor’s. The two of you looking away from each other shyly. You cross the room and grab your towel.
“Actually…I’m doing some meditation training with Wanda, so I better shower and change.” You head to the door and glance back once. Nat smiling at you, Thor watching you admiringly and Steve frowning slightly.
“See you guys later.” And you walk out of the room, your mind rushing with a million questions.
-
You always feel better after your sessions with Wanda. So when you enter the main room of the compound that night, you feel lighter and even a little excited. As it was the last Saturday of the month, all of you got together and dressed up a bit, sharing food and drinks. All of you spaced out doing your own thing but still together like a family. It’s one of the things that made all the bad stuff bearable, having these people around you.
You’ve opted for fitted jeans, heeled boots and a backless top. Your hair in loose curls over one shoulder and a simple red lip. Your eyes scan the room and you see Wanda and Nat but before you cross over to them, Steve stands in your way. He looks really good in brown boots, jeans and a plaid shirt. Once again his eyes scan your body, lingering momentarily on your breasts, before he snaps his eyes up to yours. His cheeks turning pink.
“Hi Y/N. I was hoping to talk to you before but didn’t get round to it. Mind if I bend your ear for five minutes?” He smiles at you warmly as you place your hands in the back pocket of your jeans.
“Okay, sure.” He looks relieved and takes a step closer. When his eyes meet yours they look sincere.
“Last night, I wanted to apologise. I came across as rude and old fashioned. If I upset you, it certainly wasn’t my intention.” You smile softly at his words, the phrasing all very formal and kind of sweet.
“Actually, I should apologise too. I shouldn’t have rushed out of there like that.” Steve smiles and the effect when aimed directly at you, is slightly mesmerising. “I can’t recall what I said, but I remember saying something and your face falling and then I felt all these things.” Steve frowns slightly.
“What do you mean?” You take a moment to think of how to word it and tilt your head.
“Well, part of my thing, like you with the super strength and the muscles.” Steve’s smiles amusingly here. “Is that I can pick up on peoples emotions, which can be quite useful as hard as it is…In fact if it’s strong enough, I can even pick up on feelings from something that may have happened years before. Whatever I said brought back a feeling of great sadness in you and it was kind of overwhelming for me after all that had happened that day.” You go quiet for a moment, Steve’s eyes watching you, his face empathetic.
“I’m sorry, for whatever I said that may have brought those memories back and for whatever caused those memories in the first place too.” He holds your gaze for a second before giving you a smile.
“ I appreciate your sweet words and no need to apologise. I’m sorry that I made you uncomfortable.” You laugh easing the tension slightly and shake your head.
“It’s fine…It’s just something we’ll both have to get used to if we’re going to work together.” Steve smiles and straightens up, hooking his thumb on to the belt of his jeans. Your eyes snap down quickly but soon come back to meet his.
“I’m sure we will. So? Anything else I should know about you?” You purse you lips and look like you’re thinking and close the distance between the two of you. There’s only an inch between you and you see Steve’s cheeks flush with colour as you bat your eyelashes and whisper.
“I’m not as sweet as I look.” You flash him a smile and walk away. You hear the man let out a breath, his eyes watching you, they widen slightly as he takes in the tiny symbols tattooed down your spine.
A few hours later, you’re sat around one of the tables laughing with Wanda, Nat, Sam and Thor. Thor sat beside, he knee resting against yours. Sam’s eye brows are raised as he shakes his head.
“I had no idea you were so wild Nat.” The woman smirks and playfully replies.
“Oh trust me, I have alot more stories. But it’s not my turn…” She turns to you then.
“Ok Y/N, three truths and a lie.” You’re thinking of what to stay when Steve walks over and takes a seat.
“What are we playing?” Nat smiles at him and looks back to you
“Three truths and a lie, it’s Y/N’s turn.” Steve smiles and shuffles closer to the table.
“I know this one.” Thor leans back and rests his arm behind you, his fingertips brushing your shoulder. You give Nat a mischievous look.
“Okay….I can speak fluent French. I can play the guitar. I’ve had a sex dream about someone in this room and I have pierced nipples.” Steve chokes on his beer at the same time Thor sits forward. Wanda laughs and Nat takes a pull of her beer.
“I already know so I’m staying out of this.” Sam laughs.
“Ok, more stories I need to hear.” You laugh and shake your head and take a sip of your drink. Steve looks at you, his face red.
“Uh nipples?” You nod your head. Steve’s mouth opens and he glances at your breasts again before looking at the ceiling awkwardly.
“That’s one of the truths, well done Cap.” Thor shifts next to you and when you glance at him, he catches your eye and smiles at you. You hold his gaze for a moment before Wanda speaks.
“You can play the guitar…Very beautifully too.” You smile at your friend, a thank you in your eyes.
“Another truth.” Sam smiles at you.
“I had no idea, how long have you been playing?” You tilt your head in thought.
“Uh about five years.” You go to take another pull of your beer but realise your bottle is empty. You stand to grab another one, Steve looking up at you, eyes wide and shining, his lower lip pink.
“What about your other truth?” You smirk over at Nat before brushing your hand through your hair.
“I don’t speak French…I’m awful at it actually…Terrible!” You walk over to the bar and lean forward to grab another beer, you twist the cap off and take a sip. Nat and Sam breaking out into laughter.
Turning back around, you see Thor’s eyes on you and you hold his gaze, a small smile playing on your lips, your smile gets bigger as you see him stand and cross the room. Leaning his elbow on the bar next to you. The others don’t seem phased and are talking amongst themselves, but Steve can’t take his eyes off the two of them. His shackles raising slightly as he watches you lean in close and whisper something in Thor’s ear.
The golden god nods his head at your words and Steve feels the breath catch in his throat as Thor places his hand on the small of your back for a moment before you stand.
You smile at Thor as you get off the stool and walk from the room. Steve watches you, his brow furrowed slightly. A few moments later Thor stands and yawns theatrically.
“I am going to bed. Goodnight.” He strides from the room, oblivious to the look exchanged between Nat and Sam. Steve leans forward.
“Does anyone else find it strange that Thor clearly isn’t tired and has left the room moments after Y/N?” Wanda smiles and leans forward her chin resting on her hand.
“Interesting.” Steve frowns and sits back slightly.
“Are you…Are you in my mind?” Wanda looks innocent and shakes her head.
“I would never.” Nat smirks at him, eyebrow raised.
“Why does it matter Steve?” He wipes his hand against the leg of his jeans and stutters slightly.
“Well…I don’t think they’re courting and put it this way, I don’t think they’re just talking..” His cheeks flush here but he looks pleased with himself, straightening up slightly. Sam shakes his head looking over.
“You really need to get out Cap!”
-
When you get back to your room you kick off your boots and tug your jeans off, turning the lights down so it gives the room a more relaxing vibe. As you press play on your playlist you hear two sharp knocks on your door. Taking a deep breath you open the door and see Thor standing there, a smile on his face.
“Come in.” You reach forward and grip the front of his tshirt, pulling him through the door. Your eyes holding each others gaze. He kicks the door shut with his foot and reaches his hand behind him, to turn the lock in place. You jump into his arms and your lips crash against each other, Thor holding you as though you weigh nothing. You pull away from the kiss and rest your forehead against his.
“The bed.” Your lips meet his again then as Thor carries you to your bed. He places you down gently on the edge and steps back, pulling his tshirt over his head and unbuckling the belt of his jeans. You bite your lip and watch him as he kicks off his boots and pulls his jeans down his legs. You stand up and Thor brings his hands to your hips, gripping them slightly. You place your palms against his chest, the feeling of his firm body pressed against yours, sending a heat somewhere low and intimate.
“You are very beautiful midgardian…I am very fond of you.” You feel your cheeks flush, a flicker of a smile running across your mouth.
“Well…The feeling is mutual.” Thor moves his hands over the curve of your butt, before gripping the hem of your top and pulling it over your head. His eyes darken as they scan over your face and body and your lips find one another once more. You brush your fingers against the nape of his neck, as he lifts you and positions you both on the bed. Your hands wandering over every inch of his body, you moan into the kiss as he eases your panties down your leg. The feeling of his pleasure combining with yours.
A/N:Hey guys. This is the first part of a new Steve Rogers/Captain America fic I’m writing. The idea was sparked by a conversation with a friend.
Synopsis:You’re a new member of the Avengers but part of your powers is clairsentience which can make being around people a little hard. After a particularly difficult mission, you finally meet Steve who has been on a hiatus.
Word Count: 2k
Mentions:Death of a child, swearing/cursing, strong emotions, heartbreak
Steve sat in silence for a few moments, Tony eye’s on him. The man throws a raisin into his mouth and gestures with at him with his hand, a wry smile on his face.
“It’s good to have you back old man.” Steve sits up straighter in his chair, his mouth open mid protest, when Jarvis’ voice interrupts him, letting Tony know the team are back from a mission.
“Thanks Jarvis!” He turns on his heel and perches on the edge of a table.
“Got a new member, wanna meet them?” -
You walk down the ramp and pull your phone out, placing the headphones in your ear, you’re about press play on the playlist you’ve pulled up, when you feel a hand gentle hand on your elbow, a light squeeze. You turn and see Nat looking at you, here’s eyes looking at you concerned.
“You okay?” You realise again just how well Nat can read you. You force a small fake smile on your face and nod your head.
“Fine and dandy!” Nat regards you for a moment, before moving closer her voice low.
“Y/N, what happened back there…There wasn’t anything we could have done.” You feel your face with flush with warmth, and heat build behind your eyes, an icy cold fist, twisting your stomach. You lower your eyes for a second before bringing them back to Nat’s.
“Like I said, I’m fine and dandy.” You stalk away before she can say anything and head straight to your room in the compound. Tony’s face etching with concern as he see’s Peter’s face distressed, Thor’s angry expression and Nat’s look of mild pain.
“Where’s Y/N?” Thor’s voice fills the room.
“She is fine.” Nat sits down on the edge of the sofa in the main room, shrugging her shoulder’s and glancing over at Steve, a slight smile and nod.
“She’s not fine.” Tony frowns.
“Who’s Y/N?” Steve asks. Tony raises his eyebrow at him.
“I told you…New member. No one listens to me.” He turns from Steve again then, his eyes scanning throughout the room at Peter, Thor and Nat. “What happened?”
“The mission was going well, but as we were leaving Peter and Y/N thought they heard someone screaming, Y/N ran and found a little boy.” Tony takes off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose and whispers a profanity. Nat nods and carries on.
“She got him out, but he’d inhaled too much smoke.” The room is silent for a moment but is soon punctuated by a bang and a smash. Thor bringing his Mjölnir down on a vase, Peter punching his fist into the wall. Tony bristles.
“C’mon guys, really? I just had the place re-decorated…That’s not on her.” Nat nods her head and sits back, agreeing with his words but it’s Thor who speaks.
“But Y/N can’t help but feel responsible.” Tony wipes his hand across his mouth and nods his head.
“I know.” Peter steps forward, his eyes on the floor.
“It’s my fault too Mr Stark, I should have realised sooner, but there was so much going on.” Tony closes the distance between himself and Peter and claps him on the shoulder.
“We’ve talked about this kid…Remember what I said?” Steve watches as Tony looks in the young man’s eyes and see his shoulders relax as he nods his head. Steve notices Thor stand up a little straighter, his face looking concerned.
“Y/N? I’m glad you have joined us.” Steve stands up as you walk in the room. You’ve changed out of your gear and thrown on some shorts and tshirt, your feet bare.
“Uh actually, Peter, could I talk to you for a second?” Steve glances over and sees his cheeks flush with colour, he brings his eyes back to you and can see why, but frowns at the inappropriate thought.
“Uhh, sure.” You walk out of the room, trying to ignore the eyes of the stranger across the room. When you get outside the room, you cross your arms over your chest.
“I just wanted to say, I hope you don’t blame yourself for what happened back there. It was my fault, I was too slow.” Peter regards you with big brown eyes and licks his lips shaking his head.
“No…You did everything you could. Don’t blame yourself, Mr Stark’s right.” You quirk your eyebrow here in interest, whilst Tony had always been nice with you, he’d never really confided in you. But then again, you weren’t sure if he really confided in anyone other than Pepper. But Peter had been part of the crew for longer so maybe he’d opened up to him a little?
Peter smiles at you softly “He once told me that sometimes, no matter how hard we try, or how hard we want it, we can’t save everybody…I know today was…is..hard but I honestly don’t think there’s anything we could have done.” You take a moment to let his words wash over you, before nodding your head and looking at the floor.
“I guess he’s right.” You lean over and kiss Peter on the cheek, his eyes widening.
“What was that for?” You smirk at the young boy and raise your eyebrows.
“Because you’re a good kid and much more handsome than you give yourself credit for.” Peter’s face lights up with a smile.
“You think I’m handsome? Really? You?” You chuckle and nod your head frowning slightly. You turn on your heel but you stop and turn back.
“And Peter?” He looks at you, the ghost of a smile on his face.
“What?” You tilt your head playfully.
“Ask MJ out…I think you’d be surprised by her answer.” You turn again then, Peter stuttering behind you. Eventually he manages to choke out some words.
“Aren’t you coming for dinner?” You shake your head and make your way back to your room.
“No…I just want some alone time. Tell the other guys I’m sorry.” And with that, you turn into your room and close the door.
-
Later that night after you were sure everyone had left after dinner, or made their way to their rooms to do their own thing. You come out of your room on the hunt for snacks. You’d spent the rest of the day listening to music, having a cry and trying to calm yourself. Part of your ability was clairsentience and sometimes, especially after feeling emotionally drained from something yourself, it was overwhelming being around other peoples emotions too. It’s one of the reasons she’d spoken to Peter earlier, she could sense his anger, his frustration and his pain. Thor and Nat had it too, but Peter’s felt like screaming in her soul.
You make your way into the kitchen, your headphones in and music on loud, just how you liked it. Music was part of your escape and you used it to calm your mind. The choral opening of the Rolling Stones song starts as you enter the kitchen, curling your toes at the coldness of the floor. Another reason you like eating late, besides not feeling like it, was the freedom of wearing nothing but your panties, and oversized tee and of course, the freedom to dance around free of judgement.
You’ve gathered items to make a sandwich and reach for the whisk in the utensil holder singing into it.
“In her glass was a bleeding man”
Steve frowns and looks up from the book he’s reading in the dim light of the living room area. He stands up, head tilted, his brows frowning.
“She was practiced in the art of deception.” You’re putting the bread on the top now and pouting like Mick Jagger.
“Well, I could tell by her bloodstained hands.”Steve’s frown turns to an amused smile as he gets toward the source of the noise, pleased he will be able to finally have something to tease Nat about. He turns into the kitchen.
“YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT” You sing loudly and it feels good to say it loud. An affirmation to soothe your soul, Tony’s words being spoken to you by Peter floating back to your mind. You take a bite of the sandwich and turn around.
“OH FUCKING HELL!” Your eyes follow your sandwich as it flies through the air and comes crashing into pieces on the counter opposite. You pull the headphones from your ear and throw your phone on the sideboard. Your hand comes to your chest as you try to calm your nerves, the man stepping closer. The stranger from earlier blushing as he looks from your feet to the top of your head.
“I’m so sorry…You’re british?” Your mouth opens in shock and you pull at the hem of your oversized tee wishing it would miraculously drown you.
“Actually, I’m Y/N.” He quirks his brow, his head snapping back slightly a look of brief confusion on his face, before realising what’s he’s said.
“No…I meant.” He closes his eyes and sighs before opening them, his big blues looking at you, a soft smile on his face. “I didn’t realise you were British.” You tilt your head and keep your tone playful.
“Is that a problem? Me being British?” He looks uncomfortable again and despite the fact you’re having fun, teasing him, you feel a pang of guilt jolt through you and take a step forward, hand outstretched.
“Sorry, I’m Y/N and yes, I’m British. I moved to the States a couple of years ago.” He takes your hand and you feel a spark. But it’s hard to tell if you’re picking up on an emotion or if you’re reacting to the touch of an attractive man for the first time in years. The mans cheeks flush with colour and you wonder if he felt it too.
“I’m Steve Rogers.” Your eyes widen here, and you feel stupid that you didn’t realise it sooner. Though you’d heard his name, seen photos and heard stories, you hadn’t acknowledged or put the pieces together that the stranger was…
“Captain America! Of course.” You’re still shaking his hand and Steve smiles at you as you realise how long you’ve been shaking his hand. You pull your hand away and take a step back but he steps forward leaving the distance the same. A playful smile on his face.
“Actually, I prefer to go by Steve.” You nod your head and turn away, trying to calm the colour that’s rushing to your cheeks.
“So uh…Steve. Can I make you a sandwich? I’m going to have to make a new one anyway.” You don’t see him but he shakes his head, his voice sincere.
“Actually, I should make you one, it’s my fault you dropped the first one.” He moves next to you and starts grabbing some kitchen towel to clean up the mess, you let out a chuckle.
“No, don’t be silly Steve. You’re not my servant. I can make my own sandwich.” He stands and puts one hand to his hip.
“Have I said something wrong? I didn’t intend to come across as your servant. Of course, you’re capable.” Your eyebrows raise and you tilt your head at him curiously.
“You have no idea how to talk to a woman do you?” Steve’s face turns white and suddenly you’re insides feeling like they’re twisting, anguish squeezing at your heart. A feeling like panic washing over you. It eases as Steve stands up, whatever shock he had, passing him by. His face etched with concern.
“Are you ok?” He takes a step forward and moves to put a hand on you and you step around him keeping your distance and shake your head.
“I’m fine. I’m just not hungry.” You grab your phone and run from the room, leaving Steve with a confused and slightly hurt expression on his face. Before the door has even closed, tears are falling down your face, a remnant of Steve’s feelings of someone he loves and has lost.
Summary: You’ve been best friends with Steve Rogers your whole life… But you hate the way every girl falls on their knees for him.
Warning: over sexualized steve rogers (not by reader), friends to lovers, reader is insecure,
A/n: this is one of my last works in my 1k celebration!
“Oh, Steve, I love you! Oh, baby, I need you,” You tease, your voice high-pitched and nasally. Steve’s cheeks burn, visible even in the dark room. You laugh loudly, throwing your head back.
“Shut up,” Steve mutters, pushing your legs off of his lap. Your legs plop against the couch cushions as Steve stands up, walking into your tiny kitchen. “What? Don’t act like you don’t love the attention,” You say.
You watch as Steve shakes his head, his back to you. He rumbles through your cabinets, searching for something to eat. “If I loved the attention, I’d be at a party tonight, instead of hiding out in your apartment,” He says, wiping the smile off of your face.
You roll your eyes, pulling the blanket over your legs. Steve turns around, his amazing pecs staring you right in your face. “And don’t act like you didn’t have a little crush on me in high school,”
Your eyes widen, your lips parting. You most certainly did not! Okay– maybe you did, but that’s none of his business! He shouldn’t know that. You’d been friends for your whole life, who would have blamed you for having a crush on Steve fucking Rogers?
Star of the football team, dumb, goofy, blonde… He was every high school girl’s wet dream. Until they realized how close he was with you. It’s not your fault, you never had a choice in the matter. Your dad’s had been friends all throughout high school, so you were raised together. Steve Rogers helped you learn how to walk, you helped him learn how to read.
You’d understand why his friendship with you was a turnoff for a lot of girls. You were always at every football game, every family gathering, and Steve always ended up at your house after a party. But what made it even worse was who you were.
You were nothing like the people Steve hung out with. He hung out with football stars and cheerleaders. You were neither of those things. You were a quiet girl who sat in the front of the class, who no one even knew was in the class until they needed help on the homework.
But all of that changed when you went to college. Steve went with a full scholarship, thanks to his football skills, and you went with thousands of dollars in loans. You suddenly became the girl that went to parties. Now, let’s not lie to ourselves. The only reason you got into those parties was because Steve was the beloved frat leader who convinced his “brothers” to let you in.
Now, instead of just being the football star, Steve is the football star AND the goofy frat boy. Girls are practically offering him blowjobs as soon as they see him.
“I did not,” You argue, watching as Steve chuckles. He grabs his snack before coming back over to the couch, all 200 lbs of him sitting on your legs. You struggle to move your legs, kicking him in the process.
“Ow,”
“Not everyone has a crush on you, you know?” You say, sitting up in your couch.
“Everyone but you,” He replies, raising his eyebrow.
You roll your eyes, having nothing to say back to that statement. He’s right. Everyone but you has a crush on him.
Your crush faded away as soon as you saw how the girls fell for him. You don’t know why, but it was such a turn off for you. Steve is just a regular guy. You’ve seen him pick his nose. You’ve watched him throw up. You’ve seen him cry. He’s not some super-human boy.
He’s a regular guy.
You don’t want someone that everyone wants. You don’t want someone that everyone can have. You love Steve, but he’s not particularly selective about the women he chooses. If they show an ounce of admiration for him, he’s taking that, spinning it until they hate him, until they want nothing else to do with him.
And you can’t say you blame him. If you were an attractive guy in college, you’d probably fuck everyone you wanted to. But you’re just a girl in college, who has societal consequences for who you choose to fuck.
So, that’s why you could never be with Steve.
He’d never want you anyway.
“Why is that?” Steve asks, his smile dropping. You’re brought out of your thoughts, furrowing your eyebrows at him.
“What are you talking about?”
Steve throws his arm up on the back of the couch, scooting closer to you. “Why are you the only one that’s never shown any interest in me?” He asks, his voice quiet.
You scoff, tearing your eyes away from his. “According to you, I had a thing for you in high school,” You mutter. Steve reaches out and lands a hand on your knee, getting your attention again. The air in the apartment has suddenly been sucked out, leaving you breathless.
Okay, maybe your high school crush never went away. Maybe you tried to make it go away, tried to convince yourself that you didn’t want him. But how could you?
Steve is the perfect guy. He always stands up for you, he always makes sure you’re not left alone on the weekends, he always makes room for you. If a girl has a problem with you, he drops them, because he’s always said you were more important than a girl who was around just to get his dick wet.
You remember just last night, when you were alone in your apartment, after turning down Steve’s invitation to go to a party. You felt the bed dip beside of you, awakening you from your sleep. “It’s just me,” Steve whispered, pulling the blankets over his legs. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, despite your back being turned to him.
It’s not unusual for him to end up in your bed after a party, drunk and tired, desperate for someone to cuddle with. That’s what people will never understand about Steve.
He’s got plenty of attention, but it’s not the attention he wants. It’s something you’d never understand, something he’d never want you to understand. He admires the way people love you. They love you unconditionally, without expecting anything from you. Everyone expects him to play good, they expect him to fuck them at the end of the night.
Because that’s who he’s always been.
But the people that want you, they want you because of your mind. Because of the way your nose scrunches when you laugh, the way you’re not afraid to speak your mind, even if it pisses other people off.
You might not get the attention he has, but you have the attention he craves.
Steve wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, inhaling your scent.
“I know better than that, y/n. I know you couldn’t stand me in high school,” Steve says, a smile on his face. You look away, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.
“I didn’t hate you, Steve. I… Might’ve had a slight… Crush on you,” You admit, your face burning up. You never thought you’d admit this, not to yourself, but especially not to him.
Steve’s eyebrows shoot up, his smile growing bigger. “Yeah?” He asks, earning a laugh out of you. You nod your head, smiling.
“Yeah, I did,”
Steve’s smile fades, his hand still on your knee. “What changed?” He asks, his voice quiet.
His tone takes you by surprise. He’s not teasing you about it, he’s not making fun of you… He’s genuinely asking.
Nothing changed, you want to say. I’m still hopelessly in love with you, but I’m too scared to admit it because I’m not your kind of girl.
Your smile fades as you shake your head, pulling your leg away from his hand. “I grew up,” You say, standing up. You go to the kitchen, cleaning up his mess, trying to get out of this conversation.
You’ve avoided having this conversation for so long, not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings or make anything complicated.
Steve furrows his eyebrows, watching you. “You… Grew up? What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks. You shake your head, not wanting to look at him. “I realized that guys like you should be with sorority girls or cheerleaders… And I belong with no one,”
Steve frowns, standing up. He comes into the kitchen, staring at you. You feel him staring a hole through your back, but you refuse to look at him. You can’t believe you’re actually having this conversation. You promised yourself you’d never tell him how you felt, not wanting to mess your friendship up.
“You really believe that?” He asks, his voice dangerously close to your ear. You feel his breath against your neck, causing you to shiver. You suddenly feel naked, dressed only in your big t shirt and pajama shorts. Normally, you wouldn’t mind. Steve’s seen you in bikinis, he’s seen you in a bra and panties, but suddenly, you feel like you should be in a full body suit.
You feel his chest against your back, his hands snaking around your waist, turning you until you’re facing him. Your eyes are locked onto his chest, not having the courage to look up at him. His hands move up to your cheeks, his thumb stroking your skin. “Fuck,” You mutter, feeling your stomach fill up with butterflies.
“What would you say if I thought the same thing?” Steve asks, his voice gentle. This gets your attention, your head snapping up to him. He thinks he belongs with no one? How could he? Every girl on campus is falling on their knees for him.
“Are you mental? Every girl wants you, Steve, of course you belong with someone,” You argue, watching as he sighs quietly.
“People want me, y/n, but they don’t love me. No one’s ever been head over heels for me, nobody ever felt like they couldn’t live without me. No one’s ever wanted me. Not that way I want you,” He admits, his eyes searching yours.
You suck in a sharp breath, completely taken aback by what you’re hearing. Never in a million years had you thought Steve liked you.
You thought all the deep conversations, all the nights spent in your bed, all the random phone calls were just his way of being a good friend.
“You want me?” You ask, breathlessly. Your heart has stopped racing, slowing to an almost nonexistent beat, preparing yourself for what’s happening.
Steve leans forward, his nose grazing yours, until his lips are on yours. His lips move against yours, your heart racing again. This isn’t how you imagined he’d feel— it’s better. His lips on yours are heavy, but his hands on your body are light, pulling you closer and deeper.
You can’t hear anything, only the drumming of your heart in your eardrums.
Steve’s lips brush against yours gently, unsure of where to take this. Normally, the girl would’ve started pulling at his pants by now, desperate to feel him. But with you, it’s different.
You savor his kiss, gasping when you feel his tongue swiping over your bottom lip. You let him in, your hands tangling in his hair. There’s a certain desperation about the kiss, but it’s not sexual.
It’s desperation to let him know that he’s safe with you. He’ll never have to feel unwanted again.
His tongue moves against yours, exploring the deepest depths of you. You feel, in this moment, indestructible. Nothing else matters because,
Steve Rogers is kissing you.
He pulls away, nuzzling his forehead against yours. His lips are pink and swollen, matching the pink tint on his cheeks. You take a deep breath, humming as you open your eyes.
Summary: You’ve been best friends with Steve Rogers your whole life… But you hate the way every girl falls on their knees for him.
Warning: over sexualized steve rogers (not by reader), friends to lovers, reader is insecure,
A/n: this is one of my last works in my 1k celebration!
“Oh, Steve, I love you! Oh, baby, I need you,” You tease, your voice high-pitched and nasally. Steve’s cheeks burn, visible even in the dark room. You laugh loudly, throwing your head back.
“Shut up,” Steve mutters, pushing your legs off of his lap. Your legs plop against the couch cushions as Steve stands up, walking into your tiny kitchen. “What? Don’t act like you don’t love the attention,” You say.
You watch as Steve shakes his head, his back to you. He rumbles through your cabinets, searching for something to eat. “If I loved the attention, I’d be at a party tonight, instead of hiding out in your apartment,” He says, wiping the smile off of your face.
You roll your eyes, pulling the blanket over your legs. Steve turns around, his amazing pecs staring you right in your face. “And don’t act like you didn’t have a little crush on me in high school,”
Your eyes widen, your lips parting. You most certainly did not! Okay– maybe you did, but that’s none of his business! He shouldn’t know that. You’d been friends for your whole life, who would have blamed you for having a crush on Steve fucking Rogers?
Star of the football team, dumb, goofy, blonde… He was every high school girl’s wet dream. Until they realized how close he was with you. It’s not your fault, you never had a choice in the matter. Your dad’s had been friends all throughout high school, so you were raised together. Steve Rogers helped you learn how to walk, you helped him learn how to read.
You’d understand why his friendship with you was a turnoff for a lot of girls. You were always at every football game, every family gathering, and Steve always ended up at your house after a party. But what made it even worse was who you were.
You were nothing like the people Steve hung out with. He hung out with football stars and cheerleaders. You were neither of those things. You were a quiet girl who sat in the front of the class, who no one even knew was in the class until they needed help on the homework.
But all of that changed when you went to college. Steve went with a full scholarship, thanks to his football skills, and you went with thousands of dollars in loans. You suddenly became the girl that went to parties. Now, let’s not lie to ourselves. The only reason you got into those parties was because Steve was the beloved frat leader who convinced his “brothers” to let you in.
Now, instead of just being the football star, Steve is the football star AND the goofy frat boy. Girls are practically offering him blowjobs as soon as they see him.
“I did not,” You argue, watching as Steve chuckles. He grabs his snack before coming back over to the couch, all 200 lbs of him sitting on your legs. You struggle to move your legs, kicking him in the process.
“Ow,”
“Not everyone has a crush on you, you know?” You say, sitting up in your couch.
“Everyone but you,” He replies, raising his eyebrow.
You roll your eyes, having nothing to say back to that statement. He’s right. Everyone but you has a crush on him.
Your crush faded away as soon as you saw how the girls fell for him. You don’t know why, but it was such a turn off for you. Steve is just a regular guy. You’ve seen him pick his nose. You’ve watched him throw up. You’ve seen him cry. He’s not some super-human boy.
He’s a regular guy.
You don’t want someone that everyone wants. You don’t want someone that everyone can have. You love Steve, but he’s not particularly selective about the women he chooses. If they show an ounce of admiration for him, he’s taking that, spinning it until they hate him, until they want nothing else to do with him.
And you can’t say you blame him. If you were an attractive guy in college, you’d probably fuck everyone you wanted to. But you’re just a girl in college, who has societal consequences for who you choose to fuck.
So, that’s why you could never be with Steve.
He’d never want you anyway.
“Why is that?” Steve asks, his smile dropping. You’re brought out of your thoughts, furrowing your eyebrows at him.
“What are you talking about?”
Steve throws his arm up on the back of the couch, scooting closer to you. “Why are you the only one that’s never shown any interest in me?” He asks, his voice quiet.
You scoff, tearing your eyes away from his. “According to you, I had a thing for you in high school,” You mutter. Steve reaches out and lands a hand on your knee, getting your attention again. The air in the apartment has suddenly been sucked out, leaving you breathless.
Okay, maybe your high school crush never went away. Maybe you tried to make it go away, tried to convince yourself that you didn’t want him. But how could you?
Steve is the perfect guy. He always stands up for you, he always makes sure you’re not left alone on the weekends, he always makes room for you. If a girl has a problem with you, he drops them, because he’s always said you were more important than a girl who was around just to get his dick wet.
You remember just last night, when you were alone in your apartment, after turning down Steve’s invitation to go to a party. You felt the bed dip beside of you, awakening you from your sleep. “It’s just me,” Steve whispered, pulling the blankets over his legs. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, despite your back being turned to him.
It’s not unusual for him to end up in your bed after a party, drunk and tired, desperate for someone to cuddle with. That’s what people will never understand about Steve.
He’s got plenty of attention, but it’s not the attention he wants. It’s something you’d never understand, something he’d never want you to understand. He admires the way people love you. They love you unconditionally, without expecting anything from you. Everyone expects him to play good, they expect him to fuck them at the end of the night.
Because that’s who he’s always been.
But the people that want you, they want you because of your mind. Because of the way your nose scrunches when you laugh, the way you’re not afraid to speak your mind, even if it pisses other people off.
You might not get the attention he has, but you have the attention he craves.
Steve wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, inhaling your scent.
“I know better than that, y/n. I know you couldn’t stand me in high school,” Steve says, a smile on his face. You look away, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.
“I didn’t hate you, Steve. I… Might’ve had a slight… Crush on you,” You admit, your face burning up. You never thought you’d admit this, not to yourself, but especially not to him.
Steve’s eyebrows shoot up, his smile growing bigger. “Yeah?” He asks, earning a laugh out of you. You nod your head, smiling.
“Yeah, I did,”
Steve’s smile fades, his hand still on your knee. “What changed?” He asks, his voice quiet.
His tone takes you by surprise. He’s not teasing you about it, he’s not making fun of you… He’s genuinely asking.
Nothing changed, you want to say. I’m still hopelessly in love with you, but I’m too scared to admit it because I’m not your kind of girl.
Your smile fades as you shake your head, pulling your leg away from his hand. “I grew up,” You say, standing up. You go to the kitchen, cleaning up his mess, trying to get out of this conversation.
You’ve avoided having this conversation for so long, not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings or make anything complicated.
Steve furrows his eyebrows, watching you. “You… Grew up? What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks. You shake your head, not wanting to look at him. “I realized that guys like you should be with sorority girls or cheerleaders… And I belong with no one,”
Steve frowns, standing up. He comes into the kitchen, staring at you. You feel him staring a hole through your back, but you refuse to look at him. You can’t believe you’re actually having this conversation. You promised yourself you’d never tell him how you felt, not wanting to mess your friendship up.
“You really believe that?” He asks, his voice dangerously close to your ear. You feel his breath against your neck, causing you to shiver. You suddenly feel naked, dressed only in your big t shirt and pajama shorts. Normally, you wouldn’t mind. Steve’s seen you in bikinis, he’s seen you in a bra and panties, but suddenly, you feel like you should be in a full body suit.
You feel his chest against your back, his hands snaking around your waist, turning you until you’re facing him. Your eyes are locked onto his chest, not having the courage to look up at him. His hands move up to your cheeks, his thumb stroking your skin. “Fuck,” You mutter, feeling your stomach fill up with butterflies.
“What would you say if I thought the same thing?” Steve asks, his voice gentle. This gets your attention, your head snapping up to him. He thinks he belongs with no one? How could he? Every girl on campus is falling on their knees for him.
“Are you mental? Every girl wants you, Steve, of course you belong with someone,” You argue, watching as he sighs quietly.
“People want me, y/n, but they don’t love me. No one’s ever been head over heels for me, nobody ever felt like they couldn’t live without me. No one’s ever wanted me. Not that way I want you,” He admits, his eyes searching yours.
You suck in a sharp breath, completely taken aback by what you’re hearing. Never in a million years had you thought Steve liked you.
You thought all the deep conversations, all the nights spent in your bed, all the random phone calls were just his way of being a good friend.
“You want me?” You ask, breathlessly. Your heart has stopped racing, slowing to an almost nonexistent beat, preparing yourself for what’s happening.
Steve leans forward, his nose grazing yours, until his lips are on yours. His lips move against yours, your heart racing again. This isn’t how you imagined he’d feel— it’s better. His lips on yours are heavy, but his hands on your body are light, pulling you closer and deeper.
You can’t hear anything, only the drumming of your heart in your eardrums.
Steve’s lips brush against yours gently, unsure of where to take this. Normally, the girl would’ve started pulling at his pants by now, desperate to feel him. But with you, it’s different.
You savor his kiss, gasping when you feel his tongue swiping over your bottom lip. You let him in, your hands tangling in his hair. There’s a certain desperation about the kiss, but it’s not sexual.
It’s desperation to let him know that he’s safe with you. He’ll never have to feel unwanted again.
His tongue moves against yours, exploring the deepest depths of you. You feel, in this moment, indestructible. Nothing else matters because,
Steve Rogers is kissing you.
He pulls away, nuzzling his forehead against yours. His lips are pink and swollen, matching the pink tint on his cheeks. You take a deep breath, humming as you open your eyes.
Evil is Subjective Part 9 (Avengers x Villain!Reader)
Author’s Note: Hey guys! So as it turns out, I don’t do very well with quarantines! Sorry I haven’t posted in so long. I feel kinda bad I just let this story sit for so long. To those who asked to be on the tag list, first: thank you! Second: I’m not sure if it accurately tagged all of you. I tried my best but I’m not very good with technology so I might’ve made a mistake. Anyways, I hope you all like it.
Description: You wake up on the riverbank and have to decide what you’re going to do with a certain injured super soldier.
Everything felt fuzzy. You know, like when you’re channel surfing and there’s no connection, so the screen is just that fuzzy grey and black stuff while the speakers make that buzzing noise? Ugh, I hate that buzzing noise.
Slowly, I took a breath, just allowing myself a minute to let my lungs fill with air, and it felt simply amazing — like ecstasy but without the glow sticks. Unfortunately, though, it couldn’t last forever. I needed to actually do something, instead of just sitting there until the end of time. So, I very painfully forced my eyelids to open, taking in all of the blurry details around me. God, it’s like coming down from ecstasy, too.
Ok, so I was on the shore of some body of water, judging by the sound of water nearby, plus my drenched clothes and the pebbles digging into my back. Now just to figure out how the hell I got here. The last thing I remembered was the evil helicarrier going down. I shook my head and pushed away the memory, my stomach churning as I remembered James’s face.
I groaned and urged my aching muscles to work so I could sit up. The headache was absolutely splitting. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and glanced around to take in a better account of my surroundings, though there wasn’t much there.
Pebbles, river, trees, Steve…
I could feel a jolt spark through my chest as I saw him lying there, motionless. With shaky breaths, I crawled my way over to him, ignoring the sting in my knees and palms from all the pebbles.
“Hey, Rogers? C’mon, buddy, it’s time to wake up,” I said, my hands going to his shoulders to try and shake him awake. Oh god, this is all my fault. He must’ve been the one to pull me out. I’m the only reason he went into the water in the first place, and now I might’ve killed him. I almost threw up just at the thought. Quickly, my fingers ghosted over his neck, pressing down for a second just to make sure he still had a pulse. It was weak, but it was enough to send relief flowing through me the second I found it. “Come on, Rogers, wake up! Steve!” I was starting to get more desperate, my heart in my throat as I continued to shake him. I didn’t care how loud I was being, I just needed him to be ok. “C’mon, Steve, please just open those baby blues for me; say some stupid, righteous comment, anything! Just wake the hell up! Please!”
“Steve!” I froze. That wasn’t my voice.
I glanced at the line of trees, my entire body shaking. He was so close, he could easily find me. Instantly, every nerve in my body kicked into high gear, my instincts screaming that I had to run, quickly.
My eyes landed on Steve again. He needed help and fast. I gritted my teeth together and squeezed my eyes shut. I’d probably get arrested if I simply stayed there, let alone if I did something colossally stupid. Still, I just… I couldn’t bring myself to run. Well, I guess I always was pretty good at the insane and stupid side of things.
I knelt beside Steve’s sleeping form and reached my hand out towards him, but I paused as I caught sight of how badly my fingers were shaking. The idea of what I was about to do made me sick to my stomach. I hated this. I felt like I was about to betray everything I believed in. Why did I even care so much? What had this righteous jerk ever done for me? You know, besides help me at every turn.
I groaned and shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut for just a moment in an effort to collect myself. I had to do this. There was simply no other choice. Once again, I reached out and gently wrapped my fingers around Steve’s neck. “God dammit, won’t you just die already?!” I screamed loudly. Apparently it was loud enough, because I could hear footsteps immediately start running towards us, and I quickly braved myself for what was to come.
I gasped as the man from earlier – the one with the mechanical wings – came into view. His eyes sharpened as they met my own, and he immediately fell into a defensive stance. What was he doing here? Who even was he? I’d never seen him before, that’s for damn sure. He was exmilitary, that much was written all over his stance, and he clearly didn’t trust me. Maybe he’d seen the news recently. Of course, it could’ve just been the fact that it looked like I was choking his friend. Really, it’s a toss up if you ask me.
“Who the hell are you? Get away from him!” he snapped. His words shook me from my daze and sent my brain into overdrive. He wasn’t an avenger or a cop, so overall, this was a good thing. He’d be more hesitant to kill me if he was just a citizen. Of course, his obvious training wasn’t gonna help very much, but if I played my cards right, it wouldn’t have to come down to physical fighting.
I forced myself to stand, cursing softly under my breath at how badly my legs were shaking. The fight against James – no, against the Winter Soldier – had completely drained me. I had absolutely no energy left in my body. Silently, I thanked my lucky stars that my obvious fatigue could actually work in my favor this time.
I smirked and lowered my chin slightly, letting a shadow fall over my eyes. “Well, aren’t you a troublesome little pest?” I chuckled lowly. I turned to face the blonde man with a sigh. “It took forever and almost all my energy, but finally knocking you out meant I had a chance to kill the great Captain America. What a pity your friend had to come and ruin the fun,” I pouted before dropping into a low crouch and placing a hand over his heart to reassure myself one last time that he was still breathing. I sent him a quick, sincere smile before swinging my head back around to meet the now more than hostile glare of Robot Chicken, forcing my smile to drop into what I hoped was a sinister looking smirk. Of course, whenever I used to practice my evil face in the mirror I always just ended up looking constipated, so it probably wasn’t all too menacing. Still, it can’t hurt to try, right?
“Uncle Sam here-“ I paused a moment, my eyes immediately catching sight of how his muscles tensed just a fraction further. Was that his name, Sam? I’ll think about it later and just use a different nickname. “The Ultimate Frisbee Champ is still alive, but only just, so you may wanna get him to a hospital.” I stood and stretched, trying to ignore the searing pain in my muscles. “Whelp, I don’t wanna get arrested, so I think I’m gonna head out. I’ll kill you guys next time, though, ok?” I grinned and winked at him. The poor man was speechless, only able to stare as I skipped forward. Our shoulders just barely brushed against each other while I passed. “Fix him up for me, will you? It’s no fun killing someone who can’t put up a good fight.”
I slipped into the cover of the trees nearby and watched as Birdman picked Steve up and carried him towards the nearby search party. As soon as they were out of sight, I bowed my head.
I didn’t have any other choice. He would have questioned why Steve was with me. Steve would have been in danger of being caught helping America’s current public enemy number one.
That’s when I finally realized what I just did. I really just played the villain. Sure, I’m sarcastic and a bit of an ass, but I usually don’t lie, especially about hurting people. I don’t consciously make people believe that I’m evil or that I want to kill them, with the exception of murderers and other scumbags. I shook my head in shock. Since when did I care enough about him to worry about him being caught? And more importantly, why the hell did I care about him? He’s just some schmuck I tricked into working with me!
Wait, that must be it! If he was caught, I’d lose my connection inside the Avengers. Of course I didn’t care what happened to him. That would be insane. All I cared about was helping myself against his teammates. That’s why I helped him, and that’s why I’m following his ambulance on a stolen bike — to make sure my tool didn’t die before he stopped being useful to me. That’s why I sat outside of his second story hospital room window for hours, barely balanced on a branch as I waited for him to wake up. That’s why I felt so terrified right now.
“On your left.”
My head snapped up, and I almost fell straight off the branch at the sudden noise. I felt like a severely uncoordinated squirrel as I crawled forward, but I quickly forgot about how stupid I must have looked when the hospital room became visible through the leaves. I couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto my face at the cheesy line, despite desperately trying to keep it off.
It took a while, but thankfully, the overprotective mama hen eventually left the room with the excuse of finding some coffee, giving me the precious few minutes I was waiting for.
Carefully, I stood up on the branch. The whole thing shook, which didn’t do much to help my overactive imagination that was currently working on picturing the sound my body would make when it hit the ground — I couldn’t decide between the sickening heavy thump and the more cartoonish splat. Carefully, I focused my powers on the latch to the window, gently unlocking it and pushing it open, all the while trying to ignore the burning in my lungs from overusing my gift. Then I took one last deep breath and jumped.
“(Y/N)?!” I quickly shushed the super soldier, gesturing wildly at the many, many soldiers stationed outside his hospital door. Steve glanced at the door before returning to staring forward, trying to act completely natural as the wanted woman squirmed through his window. “What are you doing here?” He hissed, doing his best to keep his eyes forward.
“I’m the stripper-gram you ordered,” I rolled my eyes, savoring the bright pink that spread across his face for just a moment as I plopped down on the cold hospital floor, gently shutting the window behind me, and shimmied my way over to the wall. Will messing with him ever get old? I highly doubt it. “I’m here to make sure you survived, dumbass.”
“Since when did you care what happened to me?” Steve scoffed.
“Oh, I am begging you not to flatter yourself right now, Miss America,” I leaned my head back against the wall from my seat on the floor that was just barely not visible to the guard stationed outside his door, doing my best to control my labored breathing. “I’m just here to make sure I haven’t lost an asset.”
Steve glanced at where I was seated with furrowed brows. “Are you ok? You seem a little out of it.” His voice was layered in concern.
“Of course I’m fine,” I snapped, my nails digging into my palms. Why was I acting angry? I didn’t feel angry. Granted, I’m not quite sure what exactly this feeling was, but I’d felt anger more than enough times to know that this wasn’t it. “Why should you care anyway? Why drag me out of that river? I’m just the girl who’s blackmailing you.”
“I didn’t drag you out; I thought you dragged me out,—“ wait, what? “—and besides, aren’t I’m just the guy you tried to strangle to death? So why exactly are you here checking up on me?” Steve snapped back. It was silent for a moment.
I chucked dryly and let my head fall back. “I’m guessing Mother Goose told you?” He nodded slowly, and I let out a big sigh. “And you didn’t even question how you were still alive, why I would give up my position like and idiot by screaming, or why I would even try to kill you in the first place.” It was more of a statement than a question, but his silence still answered everything. “I’m such an idiot,” I muttered softly. For some reason, it actually hurt. Seriously, what the hell was up with my emotions today? I still have at least another 2 weeks before I was supposed to start having these stupid mood swings. “Have fun recovering. I’ll call you when I need you,” I muttered, barely even believing the half-hearted promise to contact him myself as I wormed my way back over to the window.
“You know him don’t you?” Steve called before I could reach it. Images of the Winter Soldier both now and from all those years ago flashed painfully behind my eyelids, and slowly, I nodded my head. “And he doesn’t know you?” I winced at the thought and let my fingers dance over my swollen, freshly bruised neck. My free hand clenched so tightly my fingernails almost drew blood from my palm. I couldn’t shake the image of him on top of me, his hand wrapped around my throat with his head turned away, refusing to meet my eyes. I nodded once more. I still remembered how Hydra worked — the process they put their most valuable weapon through. The taunt that soldier had jabbed at her long ago about ‘putting him back on ice.’ How many times have they wiped him? How many times have they stolen his memories?
I grit my teeth and opened the window. I didn’t want to think about this. About how my only friend in that horrible place — the one who had protected me from them and who I left behind to just save my own sorry ass — was suffering because of me. Didn’t even know who he was because of me. Was being forced to kill people he once loved because of me.
“You’re wrong.” I frowned and stopped, my fingertips grazing over the window ledge. “He recognized you; I saw it. He looked away and let go for a moment. It’s the only reason I was able to get him off you.” My head snapped up, and I stared at the Steve.
He recognized me?
So then the person who dragged us out of the water must have been…
“James…” My own voice broke the silence that had surrounded us like a heavy blanket.
“He’s still in there. We can still save him.” I stared at Steve fully now. Maybe he was right. Maybe we could do this.
I let out a short, clipped laugh and shook my head. “You really do get off on all that inspirational crap, huh, Rogers?” I smiled ever so slightly and let my eyes meet his once more. “Alright. Let’s bring him back.”
That was what she was. Curled up as tightly as she could get, her arms heavy as they gripped her knees and held them against her chest. Her little nose was bright red, and her skin was littered with goosebumps. She didn’t know where she was or why she was there. All she knew was that she didn’t like these metal walls very much, and she wanted nothing more than to have her favorite teddy bear with her, Lieutenant General Teddy.
Her breath caught as the metal door swung open, trying to hide her tear-stained cheeks from the rather scary newcomer. He loomed above her, his large frame taking up the majority of the space. The man crouched down, causing the little girl to let out a soft whimper.
“Come on. It’s time to get ready,” he spoke levelly. She frowned and curled further into herself, refusing to move. The man sighed and said, “Look, kid, if you don’t come with me, they’re gonna be mad, and it won’t be good for either of us.” The girl sniffled and glanced over at him. It was then that he noticed how badly she was shaking. “I’ll be right there with you.” He almost found himself wondering who said that, not quite believing that he was offering the young girl comfort.
“B-but I don’t even kn-know your n-name,” she fought out between strangled sobs. The man lifted a brow. At least she was cautious. That would help in here.
“You and me both, kid,” he wanted to laugh, but his face instead remained still, frozen in place after years of being punished for so much as a twinkle in the eyes. She retreated further into her little ball, letting out a stubborn little “hmmph.” The man fought back the urge to roll his eyes. “Fine. If it makes you feel any better, you can call me soldier.”
The girl frowned up at him and shook her head. “No, that’s stupid. How ‘bout instead you can be my new teddy, and I’ll call you… Sergeant Teddy. Since the Lieutenant General isn’t here, you can take over for him,” she finished triumphantly. The man’s brow twitched, torn between telling her not to use the annoying nickname and just wanting to get her to go with him before the guards got impatient. Quickly, he made up his mind.
“Alright, fine, now let’s go,” the man stood back up, offering the girl a hand.
Why did he do that? She should be able to get up on her own.
“Woah, Teddy, you have a really shiny arm,” she breathed. He glanced down at the metal and frowned slightly.
“If you don’t like it, you can get up yourself-”
“No, it’s pretty.” The words caught him offguard. Most people here couldn’t even stand to look at it. The girl grabbed his hand and stood up, drawing his thoughts away again.
The man shook his head and led her out of the cell and down the halls, his hand unconsciously tightening around hers as they neared their destination.
“Teddy?” she whispered.
“Hmm.”
“I’m scared.”
He couldn’t exactly be surprised. She was just a kid after all, and these people were monsters. Anyone in their right mind would be scared. He shouldn’t say anything. She needs to learn how to survive in here, and coddling her won’t do her any favors.
“It’s ok. I’ll protect you.” He almost kicked himself for doing something so stupid. He let his emotion get the better of him – something he hadn’t done since his first few weeks in this hell.
“Thank you, Teddy.” She seemed to relax slightly. The man nodded, his doubts gone when he saw her little smile.
–(short Time Skip)–
“I can’t,” she sniffled.
“Well try again,” a man in a white coat snapped, shoving the glass of water towards her. She scrunched up her face, staring at the glass as intensely as a child could.
“I can’t!” She frowned and slumped in her chair, giving up on trying to do what they asked. The soldier winced from where he watched behind the glass. They would be mad.
The man in the white coat clenched his jaw and nodded towards the door. Immediately, a few guards marched in.
“No, no, I’m sorry!” She screamed, tears quickly spilling over her cheeks. “Please, I’m sorry! I can try again!” One of the men grabbed her by the arm and yanked her roughly from her seat. “I’m sorry!-” he punched her in the gut.
The soldier turned away, unable to watch as they beat the poor girl mercilessly.
“Stop! Please!” Her cries rang in his ears. In fact, he was so focused on them that he didn’t notice his hands balling into fists or his muscles getting tense.
“Teddy!”
He was by her side before she could even finish the name, the guards immediately taking a hesitant step back. This was insane. He couldn’t do this. He would be punished. “Teddy,” the soft, broken whimper was all it took for him to steel himself back up.
“Touch her and die,” he growled, eyeing each of the guards in turn. When he was satisfied they wouldn’t advance, he turned to the girl. He knelt before her, running a gentle hand through her hair as she rushed towards him, burying her face in his chest. “It’s ok,” he soothed. “Teddy’s here.” He let her cry for a moment before grabbing her by the shoulders and making her look at him. “You need to try again.”
Tears quickly sprung into her eyes again. “I can’t do it.” Her voice was shaking.
“Yes you can,” he said firmly. “Now focus hard and do as he says. I’ll help you.” He grabbed her hand and squeezed. The girl sucked in a harsh breath and gathered herself up, nodding determinedly back at him. She faced the table and took a deep breath before tucking her chin slightly to stare at the glass. Everything in the room faded away – the door slamming open, the man in the white coat screaming as loud as he could, the cocking of the man’s gun, which quickly silenced all of them, she didn’t hear any of it. She could only feel the metal hand that engulfed her own, offering a kind of reassurance that she would succeed.
Slowly, the water in the glass rose. It wavered and splashed at the minimal amount of control she had over it, but it was something. It was control, though little it may be.
The entire room stared at the girl as she held the writhing ball of water suspended in the air, almost entranced by the feat. The water came crashing back down into the cup, and she squealed, jumping and wrapping her small arms around the still kneeling man’s neck.
“Teddy, Teddy, did you see?! I did it! I really did it!” she continued to squeal, her previously thick voice and tear-filled eyes now morphed into what can only be described as the pure joy that a child experiences when she knows she did well.
“Yeah, I saw it,” the man chuckled a bit at her excitement. “Good job, kid.”
The girl pulled back a bit to show him the largest beaming smile she could muster. “Don’t be silly, Teddy! You can call me (Y/N)!”
The man lifted a brow, but she stuck out her bottom lip, glaring at him and making it very clear that she wouldn’t be taking no for an answer. The man sighed and stood. “Alright, fine. Let’s go, ok, (Y/N)?” He held a hand out for her, and she took it without hesitation. The crowd of guards parted for them, far too terrified of her Teddy to even think about getting in their way.
–(Time Skip)–
“No! I’m not going! Not without my Teddy!” They’d tried everything to get her out of the room, but what can they do when they can’t even get close enough to threaten her? The girl sat in the middle of her cell, a whirlpool of speeding water surrounding her. One of the guards who had been stupid enough to try to force his way through had gotten his shoulder dislocated by the incredibly strong currents.
“At least we know she’s powerful,” the supervisor commented. “Where did she even find enough water to create such a thing?”
“W-well, sir,” the man in the white coat started nervously. “We aren’t really sure. Although, some of us think she might have plucked it from the humidity in the air.”
The supervisor blinked in surprise before falling into a smirk. “From the air, eh? Very powerful indeed,” he chuckled softly to himself. One of the guards screamed, interrupting the conversation. It seemed that he had attempted to just touch the water, and his finger was now twisted beyond recognition. The supervisor frowned just a fraction, which was more than enough to terrify the man next to him. “Your men are useless,” he commented casually. “I will have to get her myself.”
The man in the white coat’s eyes widened in terror. After all, if the supervisory died, he would probably meet the same fate. “B-but sir-”
“Must I remind you of what happens to those who speak out of turn?” The supervisor snapped before he could protest.
“O-of course, sir. My sincerest apologies.” His voice was shaking.
“Remember your place, rat. Do not attempt to crawl from the gutter, or you will be exterminated.”
The supervisor walked into the cell, not even bothering to glance at the frozen man behind him. Slowly, he approached the whirlpool. “So I hear you miss your teddy bear,” he called out above the roaring of the waves. “Perhaps I can find you a new one.”
“No, you can’t! Teddy isn’t some stupid bear, he’s my friend!” She screamed. the waters seemed to speed up a bit, causing the man to take a cautious step back.
“Well then maybe I can find him for you,” he called again. “If you describe him, I’ll find him and bring him back to you.”
The water slowed with his words. It wasn’t enough to make them fall, but it was at least enough so that he could now catch a glimpse of her, rather than the endless stream of white foam. “R-really? Promise?” She said warily.
“Promise,” he nodded. “I just need you to tell me what your teddy bear looks like.”
The girl frowned. “What are you, stupid? I told you, he’s not a bear.” Oh, how he wanted to slap her for speaking to him like that. Of course, he stopped himself. He needed her trust if he hoped to control her. “A-also, he has really long hair. It’s brown and soft. And his eyes are blue. He’s super big and strong and brave, and he has this really pretty arm. It’s all shiny with a big star on it.” She finished. Just talking about her teddy had calmed her down enough to let the water fall, revealing her full frame.
The man frowned darkly. “Are you talking about the Winter Soldier?” he fought to keep his voice level.
The girl furrowed her brow and tilted her head. “Who?”
“The Winter Soldier, Sergeant James Barnes, is that who you speak of or not, you stupid child?!” he snapped.
The girl’s features hardened. “He isn’t Sergeant James, he’s Sergeant Teddy. And I’m not stupid, you’re just a big dumb meanie-head!” she screamed back.
The man opened his mouth, fully prepared to scream at her and punish her for her for her insolence when he saw the fallen drops of water gathering at her feet and forming what looked suspiciously like spikes. So instead, he counted silently to five and said, “Your Teddy is a very dangerous man. I don’t want him to hurt you-”
“He won’t hurt me, Meanie-head, he’s my Teddy!” She stomped her foot on the ground, the spikes at her feet growing more defined and threatening.
The man grit his teeth together and growled softly under his breath. “Alright, fine, I will get you Teddy. And when I do, you will go with these men like a good girl or else you’ll never see Teddy again. Understand?” She nodded. “Good.”
It wasn’t long before the door opened again, revealing none other than her Teddy. She squealed and ran to him, where he received her without any hesitation. “Teddy, I was so lonely! They wouldn’t let me see you, and one man kept calling you Sergeant James, even though I told him your name was really Sergeant Teddy, and I was so scared they wouldn’t let you come and-and…”
“It’s ok, medvezhonok (little bear). I’m here now,” he shushed her gently. “I’m here.”
The next few years went by in a similar fashion. Whenever they needed the girl to train, she would refuse to move an inch until they brought her Teddy. He taught her how to fight, both with and without her powers; how to use any and every weapon she could ever need; and stayed with her while she was learning how to read coding and force her way through firewalls for information. They were not happy – no one could be happy in a place such as that – but they found comfort in one another. In a life of constant danger and fear, they felt safe when they were together. Until one day, when it all ended.
She was 12 now, but her skills already exceeded those of anyone they faced her against in training as well as all of her guards. “Where’s Teddy?” she asked, confused at why he wasn’t with them. Most of the guards had given up trying to move her on their own.
“Move,” one of the men snapped harshly.
Immediately her heart started pounding. It was never good when they didn’t answer. “Where is he?”
“This is ridiculous,” one of them scoffed. He looked new – he was still confident… and stupid. “Your ‘Teddy’ won’t be joining you again.” Her heart must have stopped, her breath caught in her throat. “The freak was put back on ice. If you’re lucky, though, you might get to see him in another ten years,” he snorted. “Now let’s go.”
The poor girl was feeling a lot of things – sadness for her lost Teddy, fear for what the men might do to her with him gone, but mostly it was anger. She hated these men more than anything, and now they had taken away the one thing she had left – her last bit of comfort.
And really, it wasn’t her fault when it happened. That stupid young guard had jabbed her with the end of his gun at a moment when she really shouldn’t have been jabbed, and the powers she had been struggling to control had simply taken over.
Most of what happened was a blur for the poor thing. It wasn’t until her powers had run out and she had finally regained control that she saw all of the blood. It painted every wall, every hallway from her cell to where she now stood, across the compound. There were no bodies, but she had a sinking feeling that they might be mixed in with all of the blood. Above her was a big, red sign lighting up in the word ‘EXIT.’ She didn’t really care about that, though. She had to find Teddy.
But he could be anywhere – he might not even be in the building anymore – and she was starting to hear footsteps heading her way.
So, she made a decision – one that made her sick to her stomach.
“I’m sorry, Teddy,” she whispered softly as she pushed open the door.
a/n: i saw this tiktok and i literally bursted into tears watching it so i needed to write a hc for this bc god i fucking love this man with my entire soul
chris didn’t know how to go about expressing his true feelings for you
he wanted to tell you he loved you every time he saw you light up, every time you smiled, every time you laughed
in fact, he had been thinking about how to confess it to you all night that chris got like zero sleep while you dreamt away beside him
around 6:30 in the morning he decided to head out and go for a early morning run and maybe surprise you something once you woke up
as he jogged around his quaint little neighborhood in boston, chris continued to think what he should say
“hey,i love you” “i’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while now… but i really love you” “i hope i’m not overstepping but i’m fucking in love with you”
all them sounded too… cheesy? he had no clue.
time went by quick when your thoughts were running at 100 miles an hour because as soon as he knew it, chris saw his watch say it was almost eight
he should get back soon since you normally woke up around that time
on his way back, he saw that the florist shop was already open so he decided to pop in really quick, looking to see if they had your favorites
luckily, they did so he decided to buy a bouquet for you and then decided to grab some coffee and pastries for the two of you at the shop next door
chris thought about how cute you’d look waking up and surprised with the little goodies he got to spoil you, it brought a smile to his face just thinking abt it
once he got your iced coffee and his own order along with a couple chocolate croissants and breakfast sandwich for him, he quickly walked back to his place
luckily when he did get home, you were still sound asleep so he was able to get everything set up nicely
first he threw the flowers in one of the mason jars you kept around, quietly stepping into the bedroom and placing them next to you on the nightstand
but in the process he stepped on dodgers lion scaring the shit out of him
chris swore his soul left his body when you moved around on the bed and thought his cover was blown
luckily though the coast was clear and you just moved a bit in your sleep before he quickly put the flowers down (and grabbed dodgers toy to put away)
after that he got out the breakfast tray, setting your food out and pouring your iced coffee in a nicer glass with your favorite reuseable straw
the final touch was he grabbed a little sticky note and a pen scribbling a little note for you
carefully he picked up the tray and carried it into the room (because one time he made you breakfast and ended up dropping it and food was everywhere)
setting it on the bed next to you before coming around to your side of the bed, nuzzling his nose against your cheek
“hey, g’mornin’ sleepy head” he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth
you hummed in response, reaching your hand out to touch his cheek, trying to open your eyes filled with sleep
“it’s the weekend chris, i wanna sleep” “not even when i got you breakfast?”
you opened one eye, looking at him before sitting up and scanning the room letting out a tired chuckle “christopher, you didn’t need to—oh my god, flowers too? you really didn’t have to do this”
“i wanted to,” he smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed, picking up your hand to kiss it.
you couldn’t help but gush at his sweetness, giving him a quick kiss before seeing the sticky note on the tray
picking it up you laugh reading it “omlette you know…” you pause, eyes reading the last part before you said it out loud. i love you.
quickly you look up at him, smiling shyly. “really? like… for real?”
“yeah,” chris nodded as shyly, cheeks getting rosy. “i love you”
putting the sticky note down. you grabbed chris’ bearded face, pulling him forward and kissing him slowly before whispering back “i love you too”
chris couldn’t help but smile big, a huge relief rolling off his shoulders that you felt the the same way
“that was probably the most dorkiest thing you’ve ever said though” you added, pinching his cheek
“i don’t care, i’m the most luckiest guy on the planet”
summary: finally coming out to chris that ur bisexual
warnings: lil bit of cursing, mentions of anxiety
a/n: this is a self-indulgence post as a bi-baby myself but also dedicated to my fellow bi humans! just know that you are valid and loved
you and chris have been going out for a while now
not officially a couple but you had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be too long till either of you pops the magical question of making it official
however, before this got anymore serious, you knew you had to eventually come out to chris about your sexuality
the subject was still quite a delicate area since you haven’t even came out to your family and only to close friends
but you trusted chris that he would (hopefully) accept and care for you as he has been even before knowing this information
currently you were on the couch in your apartment watching a movie that was almost done you think, you weren’t sure, you were too occupied with your thoughts
to say the least, anxiety was running through your veins at the moment and you kept trying to tell yourself it was going to be okay
you didn’t know but mid-movie chris noticed how you seemed a bit off today but kept it to himself for now at least, he didn’t want to ruin the mood
however just as its about to end you felt like you were almost suffocating to breathe so you quickly excuse yourself running to the bathroom
locking yourself, you lay against the door, trying to catch your breath and pace your breathing
you couldn’t stop thinking about how scared you were about if chris wouldn’t like the fact that you were bi
what if he thought it was weird? what if he decides maybe this wasn’t going to work out and end everything? what if the public comes after chris because you dating him?
so many thoughts were running through your head that you didn’t even realize you were crying till you noticed your vision go blurry
“hey, y/n, is everything ok in there?”
your heart drops to your stomach. oh no did he hear you cry?
immediately you wipe your tears and swallow the lump in throat. “yeah, i’m fine! i’ll be out in a sec.”
chris wasn’t buying your reply as he leaned his head against the door but gave a soft ‘okay’ anyways and waited in the living room for you
eventually when you came out, you saw the worried look he had, your anxiety crashing in a large wave into your chest again
“are you okay?”
“yeah, um,” you bite your cheek, flickering your eyes between his baby blues and your feet. “i just need to… talk about something.”
“was it my cooking? i’m not the best but i try.” there was the chris you knew. the one that knew how to make you feel better with his little jokes
cracking a small smile, you shake your head. “no, its not that. trust me, you cook way better than me, but anyways… i-i haven’t been completely honest with you.”
you join chris on the couch, your hands shaking horribly and he notices. to help you, he grabs one of your hands, running his thumb along your knuckles as he furrows his brows
“i just want to get this out in the clear before it gets more serious… between us. but, um, i-“ the words were stuck in your throat.
tears welled up in your eyes as your body shook. you didn’t even know why this was so hard. it wasn’t this difficult to come out to to your best friends, but with chris, it felt like you were going to pass out
maybe it was because you cared about him, dare you say, maybe even love him. he made you feel special and knew how to make you smile. he was beyond caring and giving. he was literally perfect
maybe because he was the first person you knew that respected you and treated you well that made you too scared that you could potentially loose it in the next few seconds forever
but you needed to do this. not only was it fair to him, but it was what you needed to do for yourself
“hey, hey, y/n, baby, it’s okay. you can talk to me.” you came out of your thoughts when you felt a hand brush along your cheek as you made eye contact with him
“im sorry,” you stifled out a laugh, trying to wipe your tears. “i probably look crazy right now”
“don’t be sorry, just take your time. i have all day.”
the way he looked at you right now with those piercing baby blue eyes eased you, grounded you. squeezing his hand that held yours, you took a deep breath, clearing your mind of those stupid static noise thoughts
“there you go, just keep breathing” he said softly, stroking your cheek giving you a small crooked smile.
clearing your throat, you took one last deep breath, looking at your lap for a second before back at him.
you can do this. he deserves to know.
he’ll care for you. no matter what.
you. are. valid.
“i’m bisexual. i, um… i just wanted to tell you that so you know. i-if you’re not comfortable with that we can just end this now and whatever i-i completely-“
before you could finish, chris ran his thumb over your lip to stop you from rambling. at first you couldn’t read him but you saw his eyes soften, a began to smile appear
“if you think i’m gonna end this because of who you are, you’re completely wrong, hun.” he said softly, moving closer to you, ocean blue eyes running all over your face.
“you aren’t?” you whisper, his thumb running over your bottom lip as it trembled, tears welling up in your eyes again
“no, why the fuck would i ever do that? that’s just… stupid.” he shook his head, with a soft chuckle. “i’d be the biggest idiot on the face of the planet to leave someone like you.”
you couldn’t help the blush that crept on your cheeks as tears began to run down them again. “it’s just… some people are weird about it, so… i just wanted to make sure you’re okay”
“i’mmore than okay. as long you’re happy, then i’m happy. no matter what your sexuality is, baby.”
the words he said to you made you smile through the tears. it felt as if a weight had been instantly lifted off your shoulders as you wrapped your arms around him
chris brought his lips to yours, kissing you so passionately you thought you were gonna melt in his arms into a puddle. it felt as if all the worries you had about the world and its outlook on you just disappeared
once the two of you pulled away just a bit, you felt his smile against your lips as you flickered your eyes up to his
“im proud of you, by the way. i know that it was probably a really nerve racking thing to do.”
“it was… but i’m glad i did it. i feel a little more empowered than i did a couple minutes earlier.” you confess, biting on the corner of your lip
“i’m glad, you should be. be proud of who you are, baby.”
in that moment, you knew that chris was going to the best and most supportive partner you’ve ever had
summary: steve surprises you on a date to a 50s themed night bar!
warnings: none!
natasha had been trying set up steve on a date for a while now
and as much as he appreciated it, he much rather just let that gal wander into his life
but today at the compound as he walked about, he couldn’t stop staring at you. he thought you were one of the prettiest girls he’s seen
of course nat catches on quickly the way steve is around the two of you so she introduces you to the super soilder
eventually that day, you and steve were chatting more than when you were with nat (she was annoyed asf but was also glad to see that she mightve just paired up steve with the love of his life)
after that day, steve would ask nat when the next time you’d come and visit at the compound so he can surprise you with that record the two of you talked about
and when you do visit, as he gifts you the doris day album, he musks up the courage to ask you out to dinner next friday, to which you say yes
so in his free time when he wasn’t on a quick mission or writing reports, he’d be in his room planning out the perfect date, even using his laptop he rarely uses to find some recommendations online
he found that there’s a thing called dapper day’s at a bar where people dress up as if they were straight out of the 50s. he might’ve been already frozen but it was close enough for him
but because he doesn’t want to fully give away the date, he has nat help him surprise you by telling you the attire for the date but that was it
if steve was being honest, he was really excited to feel as if he was back to his normal life for a night, pre-super soldier serum
when friday came, steve dressed to fit the era, pulling up on his motorbike in front of your apartment
and when you stepped out, steve swore all the air in his body left him instantly
you wore a mid calf length dress that was navy blue with polkadots, little white pumps and your lips were painted cherry red with your hair curled to perfection
you literally looked as if you were in the wrong era, but it was his era. and he couldn’t help the big smile on his face
“you look absolutely stunning, y/n,” he glowed as you walked over, blush creeping on your cheeks. “if im being honest, i feel a bit dressed down now”
“don’t be silly, you look really handsome!” you grin. “but if you don’t take me where we’re going any slower i’m gonna loose my mind”
so after helping you up on the bike, the two of you speed down the streets of nyc to the bar
and when you arrived, you were in complete shock. you felt as if you had been transported to some tv show. everyone was absolutely dressed to perfection
plus the venue did not disappoint. couples were dancing the night away to the live band on the small stage. others in corners of the bar talking or drinking, even sharing milkshakes
“steve… this is so amazing, how did you find this place?!” you gasp, looking around taking everything in
“uh, i used the internet,” he chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his neck before taking your hand. “drinks first or wanna dance?”
without hesitation, the two of you make your way to the dance floor, moving around the others that danced to the jazz that roared through the building
with your arms around his neck and his hands on your waist, the two of you swayed to the music, smiling ear to ear at each other
“does this bring back memories for you?” you asked softly
“yes, except i would step on a girls’ toes… or i wouldn’t have a partner to dance with.” steve chuckled nervously
you frowned a little before steve spun you around, your eyes meeting again, “well you have me, just please don’t step on my toes..” you teased
“i’ll try not to” he winked, giving you one of his dorky smiles you quickly found to be the cutest things about steve rogers
the two of you would dance all night long, smiling and laughing the entire time, share little stories to each other
if steve hadn’t already fallen for you, he fell even harder, absolutely head over heels
and just like the gentlemen he was, by the end of the night when he took you back home, he’d walk you to apartment door
before you stepped inside and thanking him for a perfect night, you’d get up on your tippy toes, pressing your cherry colored lips to his cheek
“see you soon, soldier” you wink
once you shut the door, steve felt his cheeks burn as he touched his lipstick stained skin, sighing in complete relief
Hide Your Lies - Mafia!Bucky, Mafia!Steve x Reader One Shot (Smut)
Summary:Steve and Bucky run the mafia of the town, being with them gets anyone, anything they want. You catch their eye, and they want you. However, the three of you are hiding behind lies, waiting to be told.
Pairing:soft dark mafia!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader, soft dark mafia!Steve Rogers x Plus SIze!Reader, Stucky x Plus Size!Reader
Warnings: MINORS DNI, Mafia dynamics, shameless smut, werewolves, werewolf dynamics, dub con, angst, hurt/comfort, double penetration (not anal), p with plot, slight dumbification kink, authority kink, dom-sub dynamics, soft doms, aftercare, threesomes, bucky and his knife, edging, fingering, thigh riding, canon level violence, kidnapping of the reader, feral bucky and steve, marking kink, breeding kink, lovebites, badass reader, graphic descriptions of violence (none to to the reader), hair-pulling, hand kink, nipple play, possessive behaviour, some fat shaming comments are said to the reader by secondary characters, praise kink, food used in the bedroom (strawberries, i’m staring at Bucky and you will too, menace this man is a menace, i love him)
A.N:this my submission for @boxofbonesfic ‘s #Beastyoumadeofme22 challenge, honestly their prompts make me run wild with what I write. I’ve used The Hills - The Weeknd from the song list that was provided, the song was on repeat every-time I worked on this fic, so I think my spotify wrapped will be changing lol. Also please let me know your feedback and if I’ve missed any warnings so i will add them, happy (smutty) reading! (Also Bucky Barnes having a knife in his hand I almost went off a tangent and lets just say I may explore that idea later). Thank you for letting me participate!
their eyes are on you. every movement tracked. every breath counted. every sip or bite of a morsel noted.
“how is she fairing?”
“limited eating.”
“we need her fed but weak enough.”
“i know.”
the conversation isn’t unknown, same sentences every damn day, as clockwork.
how long has it even been? a week? two? three?
the small window in the top corner greeted the cold room with sunshine, illuminating the flecks of dust floating freely.
a luxury in your eyes now.
the men leave, you predict their imminent return at dusk.
when darkness blooms across the window and the smell of the night blooming jasmines creep along the edges of the moonless night.
the men return, a woman in tow.
you keep your eyes on the small window, your visual gateway to the world once harboured.
the clang against the metal makes you flinch, a powdery scent cascades as the woman seats herself on a folding out chair.
“you haven’t been eating.” she states.
you lick your lips, the dryness upon them rubs against the flesh of your tongue, with hints of the metallic taste from the cut upon your bottom lip.
“nor will you answer the questions.” she states again.
“we have several ways to make you speak, if you continue this childish behaviour.” the man steps forward, a wicked smile gracing his greying features.
“we just want to know about them.” the woman asks of you again.
you sigh. eyes shifting to her. she tucks her blonde hair back, eager to see you might speak.
you stare silently instead.
the man stomps over to you clutching your hair pulling you up, tears prick at the ripping of strands.
“speak or we can get you to speak.” he spits the words, throwing you back down.
“they watch.” you murmur, giving them something.
“what and who do they watch? you must tell us, we can keep you safe.” the woman assures, you begin to laugh, the cut on your lip stings as they extend into a smile.
“they watch us all.” you keep the glee ever present as they exit heads shaking at the meagre information.
your eyes return to the window, two sets of eyes watch you, one houses a grim expression, the other stares at you in concern.
Then.
these roads were a one way ticket to success or to ruin. yet your steps echo in your ears as you traverse to the home rather mansion that resides upon the foot of the quaint hills.
a floral scent lingers in the air, getting stronger as you draw closer to the short flight of stairs.
the crescent moon watches over you, the music now louder, faintly the bass causes vibrations to the metal railing.
the door opens to smoke, liquor and cheers of strangers.
you smile at the drink offered upon entry throwing the hard liquor back, easing your nerves.
two men stand upon the table as the music lowers in volume.
“so those fuckers—,” the shorter haired brunette but built man sways as he speaks, a grin on his chiseled face.
“those stupid fuckers, tried to put Barnes and Rogers behind fucking bars and watch us fall!” the brunette watches with elation at the uproar of rage in the crowd.
the blonde haired man, having the larger chest between the two raises his hand the crowd quiets in the slightest.
“but you know us, we never let anything of worth go, nor do we let our enemies walk away. raise your glasses, for we have expanded territory.”
“to Steve” the brunette raises his glass towards the blonde man
“and to James.” the blonde raises his glass to the brunette the crowd is in cheers once more.
the uproar is louder than before, drinks sloshed, the blonde man grabs a woman and they share a kiss, she pulls away, with a heady grin. of course she just has the chance at all they promise.
you watch on, after all they are the two you know who hold power in this city.
the two disappear, your gaze searches for them, only to fail.
you swallow the remainder of your drink, moving to the centre, bodies move against you as the smoke and haze create the illusion of a memorable night.
you move with the man dancing behind you his hands on your waist, you turn, back against his chest.
Steve catches your gaze, you raise your hands encircling around your partner’s neck, but your eyes remain on Steve as he watches, a smug grin on his face.
he licks his lips, raising his right hand, two fingers curl, beckoning you closer.
you comply.
Steve has his bottom lip between his teeth, slowly releasing it when you come closer.
“we usually do not let in new faces.” he guides your hand around his neck, you shift closer standing between his legs.
you lightly tug on the strands of his soft hair. He hums. you wonder how it would sound if he was laying next to you in the quiet of the night.
“why not make an exception?” you ask, gazing up at him.
“you’re here to get ahead aren’t you? more than half of them are, what makes you so different?” Steve’s other hand, pushes your hair back, fingers curving around your jaw, slowly turning your face as though examining an artefact.
“what makes you oh so special for us?” James whispers, teasing goosebumps raise upon your neck at his warm breath. his hand on your left hip. fingers softly digging into the flesh. when did he appear you fail to realise.
“you want me to plead my case?” you question, tilting your head to gaze at him.
“something like that,” James’ nose brushes along your neck, his eyes on Steve, who nods, a smirk on his face.
you whimper and tug harder on Steves hair when James nips at the base of your neck.
“we aren’t very patient men, doll.” Steve reminds you of the impending question.
“these people are fleeting, they’ll take once and give once. i’m willing to remain.” you voice your proposition.
The music fades into background.
“is that what you want?” James has a deep baritone as trails his fingers down your thigh.
“to be bound to us?” Steve moves the hand on your jaw as his index and middle fingers trace over the neckline of your outfit, over your breasts.
He smiles appreciatively as your nipples harden.
“by flesh and flesh only.” they speak in unison, their warmth making you glow, you’re flush between them, feeling their desire against your abdomen and back.
their hands wandering over your needy skin.
“we need an answer, sweetheart.” Steve chastises, continuing to explore your flesh.
you find both of them are tracing your inner thighs.
“by flesh and flesh only.” you repeat.
“such a good girl.” Bucky praises.
their middle fingers trace over the wetness pooling, your hips move, needy.
“would you look at that Steve?” Bucky says in marvel almost.
“so responsive, Buck.” Steve hums, you preen, feeling yourself turn slicker.
the fabric of your panties tears at their mercy, Bucky’s fingers trace over your folds, while Steve circles your clit.
they glance at each other, your hand shifts around Bucky’s neck, clutching at his hair.
two fingers enter you, you tug on their hair biting back your moans.
“we prefer to hear those pretty sounds.” Steve reprimands with a tug on your clit he plunges his fingers back inside, Bucky lazily moves his finger in sync with Steve.
you let go of your bottom lip, your moans louder and needier as their pace increases. Steve circles his thumb around your clit, Bucky tugs on your nipples through the fabric of your dress.
“we’ll make you feel so good, so full, you want it all don’t you?” Steve questions pinching your clit as your hips stutter. You nod, your words turning into moans.
“you’re close aren’t you, doll?” Bucky’s fingers are thick and deep, tracing over your walls for that spot that will have you fall apart for them.
You nod, their names tumble from your lips as a prayer it only urges them on to quicken their actions,
“how do you think she will taste, Steve?”
“oh we will have a taste once we make her cum all over our hands. You would do that for us sweetheart? look at her chasing for her release.”
“good girls ask permission to cum.” Bucky tugs on your nipples, you only whimper in response, the coil in your stomach tightening.
“and when good girls behave they get rewarded.” Steve adds, through the haze of their movements you find your voice.
“please, please let me cum.” your words choke as you moan when Bucky’s fingers graze over your gspot.
The brunette grins wickedly at Steve as he keeps his calloused digits brushing over your gspot.
“Should we let her cum, Buck?”
“I don’t know,” Bucky’s tone is teasing as his fingers relentlessly keep hitting the spot, “I think we should.”
At his agreement, the coil snaps within you as you gush all over their fingers with a loud moan, their fingers continue to pump in and out of you riding out your orgasm.
“so fucking pretty falling apart for us.”
“such a good little girl.”
your eyes squeeze shut, breathless and all at once the music around you returns to full volume.
The two of them hum in delight, curiously you open your eyes watching them lick their fingers clean. You feel your clit pulsate.
“We’re just getting started, sweetheart.” Steve promises.
From that night what bloomed and bound you to Steve and Bucky only had them even more so addicted to you.
Everything you point at you were given and what you did not point to also kept within palm’s reach.
The nights belonged to them, as they pleased. Either the night would never end or the bed would be cold by daylight.
Leaving you only with reminders of where they’re hands were upon your skin. Marking you. Claiming you.
By flesh and flesh only.
You find yourself laying on your stomach the moon lazily gleams above from the window. The clock reads an early hour. The book you once held forgotten in favour of Steve’s hands moving over you.
Bucky watches, eating the remaining strawberries that he was feeding you just moments before.
“Oh don’t give me that look, poppet.” Bucky chides, your mouth parts as Steve’s tongue laps at the mess you’ve made dripping down your thighs.
“She tastes sweeter than those strawberries, Buck.” Steve hums against your clit, your body arches, fingers gripping the sheets harder.
“She looks something right out of a fantasy, full moon’s light falling on her, spread out between the two of us.” Bucky traces every curve of you and then Steve flips you over, slowly easing into you and Bucky begins his trace with the apex of the strawberry, circling it around your clit.
You watch as the small fruit glistens, a moan leaving your mouth as Bucky bites into it. The juice of the strawberry coating his beard.
“Fuck, petal.” Steve groans as he feels you clench around him.
“Oh did you enjoy that, poppet? Making Stevie feel so good, you’re so good for us.” Bucky repeats the action with the next strawberry, bringing it towards your lips.
“So fucking good.” Steve praises as he gives a particular thrust that has his cock brush against the spot you need him in, your lips part and you taste yourself mixed with strawberries and then Bucky’s lips meet yours, in a messy kiss as Steve picks up the pace of his movements.
You cry out, falling apart for them over and over, even as they soothingly rub their warm palms over you. Your body jolts overstimulated.
“Can you give me one more?” Bucky pleads, hands ghosting along your inner thigh.
“Bucky.” Steve chides, then their eyes meet when you part your legs for him.
Bucky’s fingers brush over your clit, his lips at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Steve’s beard brushes over the skin on the opposite side, they sit you up.
The three of you kneeling on the bed, you between them and their fingers inside you, the tightness in your bell returning quicker, you won’t last long, your hand grips Steve’s shoulder while the other is on Bucky’s forearm.
“Fuck, fuck,” You preen, grinding down on their fingers chasing the orgasm that will have you come undone for them. As the last of the night’s moonlight hits you three, just as you fall apart between the two larger men, they bite down on the skin of your neck, as you arch against them.
Spent from them drawing out five orgasms from you.
Your body slumps against theirs, Steve hushes you with soft kisses as Bucky retrieves a warm washcloth to clean you up, that night they don’t leave.
Keeping you warm till you wake, eager to sink down onto their hard cocks waiting for your sweet cunt to milk them.
you see them smiling and surrounded by everyone important. your friend and her acquaintance sits next to you, her eyes don’t leave the bite marks that frequent your skin.
“Come on, just tell me.” The acquaintance insists upon knowing.
“Why are you so intrigued?” Your friend asks for you.
“Because she was all goody two shoes in college and now…” The acquaintance gestures to the visible markings with her hand, her blonde hair glimmers in the lights that change.
James has his eyes on you, not enough to draw attention that you’re someone who means something to them. The whiskey burns his throat. He tries to satiate the burn he has to have you close.
“Barnes.” Sam’s voice brings him back into reality.
“Wilson.” He smiles.
“You know I’ve never seen you this lost. Whose caught your eye?” Natasha enquires from her spot at the table.
Steve gazes around the table as everyone’s eyes are on Bucky, he gives him a warning look. Bucky’s eyes shift to where you are, but they settle on the blonde instead as she stands in front of you.
Then waves as she sees he has her in his view.
Your best friend apologises with her gaze, as the acquaintance, whose name you don’t recall. Who probably did go to college with you.
You know their little entourage stays through the night. Watching who they are with, who James and Steve share. How often.
They hardly trust anyone.
Maybe they don’t even trust you.
You shrug in response to her apology.
“Where are you going, Shaina?” Your best-friend enquires as the blonde sashayed up the three steps to the higher booth.
“Just caught someone’s handsome eye.” She calls out; making her way to the table.
“Uh, you may want to not look there.” Your friend bites her lip nervously as you turn to watch her flirt shamelessly with James.
Your jaw tightens.
Your eyes flash to Steve, he doesn’t look your way. Always avoiding calling attention in public.
A server comes to your table,
“Yes?” You turn away from the scene Shaina is acting out. Bucky doesn’t like his arm touched without consent. He doesn’t prefer his collar fiddled with because he prefers the intimacy of undressing, exploring skin as it becomes visible, teasing the flesh.
You keep your opinions to yourself.
Squashing the jealously that dares to flare into an inferno.
Flesh and flesh only.
But was the heart not a piece of flesh too?
“The gentleman, seated there has sent this for you.” The server points to a newer man sitting at the table Steve and James head.
The blue eyed blonde man smiles, giving you a wave.
Steve’s blue eyes finally fall onto you at seeing John Walker wave to your table.
Steve’s lips press into a thin line, as you accept the drink from the server, raising it towards John and then sipping upon it.
John smirks at you, the hand that rests on his thigh raised beckoning you closer. You exhale, almost rolling your eyes.
“Is that a good idea?” Your friend’s tone is laced with worry.
“I’m just going to say, thank you.” You tell her, smoothening your dress the one that was waiting for you on your bed. The deep colour bringing out your skin, the shape enhancing the curves you already have, you walk over to the table.
“What a vision and all for me John Walker.” John gleams, his loud voice brings everyone’s attention.
Bucky’s nostrils flare, he grabs Shaina’s hand stopping it from inching higher up his arm.
The blonde woman frowns, then rolls her eyes when she sees you.
“Thank you for the drink.” You smile at John, his grin only grows tenfold. As his eyes rake over you, pausing over your hips and breasts you realise this drink has an ulterior motive.
“I believe there are ways to say thank you.” John says as though trying to teach you manners, “I would appreciate those.”
“Thanks as those warrant much different actions.” You smoothly reply, Natasha chuckles.
Johns smile drops but quickly returns not wanting to lose face.
“Come on, you’re here staying till late, you and I both know you’re looking for a fuck.” John barks out a laugh.
“Damn, girl. You’re a whole whore.” Shaina laughs as well.
You raise an eyebrow, “What did you just say?”
“Well you clearly are hooking up and yet you want more dick? You really have changed from that meek little romance novel reading thing.” Shaina chuckles.
Your hands grip your glass harder.
“I can treat you like a whore too.” John grabs your wrist. Turning you toward him. You wince as his grip tightens.
You can see Steve’s chest rising in anger, Bucky grows quiet. His eyes narrowed at John. The table silent.
You try pulling you arm away but John relents. Then pouring the remaining drink on John’s head, you begin walking away.
“Fucking bitch. Was doing her a favour by wanting to fuck her fat ass.” John hisses out loudly so you can hear.
Your friend grabs your purse handing it to you as you both walk out of the club. Not a glance spared to either of the men who said nothing. Did nothing.
“I don’t even understand who could enjoy fucking her?” Shaina looks at John, he shakes his head in disbelief.
“Must be really needing to prove his manhood by wanting to fuck her.” John rolls his eyes.
“Agreed. Now James where were we ah yes—,”
“Get out.” Bucky grits through his teeth.
“What, what do you mean?” Shaina seems dumbfounded.
“I said get out of my club and do not bother coming back.” Bucky pushes her hand away that was reaching for him again.
“Are you serious? Because of that fat bitch—,” Shaina yelps shifting several steps back as Bucky stands to his full height, he raises his hand to the side gesturing the security to come forth.
“Take the trash out, please.” He sits back down as the female security escorts Shaina out of the building.
“Now where were we with my percentage discussion?” John talks once they settle back down.
“Barnes, I think security forgot this is a piece of trash as well.” Steve says instead and John glares.
“The fuck?” John slams a hand on the table, questioningly looking between the four.
“Oh, we don’t deal with fuckers like you.” Bucky informs, “Assholes who have fragile egos and are disrespectful.”
“All for a stranger?” John scoffs, “Big mistake.”
“We’ll be the judge of that, now I know you know the exit.” Steve waves the man off dismissively.
John walks out flipping them off.
“Make sure no one buys from him.” Steve orders Natasha.
“On it.” She retrieves her phone.
“Are we going to address what happened?” Sam looks between his two bosses.
“She’s a regular patron.” Bucky shrugs, “Helped Becca out a few times, she needed help with my nieces.”
Sam nods, familial ties, explains the response. He shares a look with Natasha both are sure there is something further ongoing but they don’t say a word.
You sit on the bed, their looks of indifference burn at the forefront of your mind. Steve may have looked angry but stayed silent and Bucky was probably too busy with Shaina. You hold back the hurt.
Flesh and flesh only.
You chastise yourself. You asked for it to be this way. Not wanting more nor wanting to ask for more from Steve or James.
Your best friend returns with two mugs of coffee. You nurse the warm glass as it distracts your mind.
“How are you feeling?” She asks after taking a sip.
You shrug, “Fine I guess?”
She takes your name as if in disbelief.
You shrug again, relishing the warmth the beverage brings.
Your phone buzzes. You exhale as you read the text, “You need to leave, they’re coming over.” You tell your best friend.
“What? After they ignored you now they want sex? Why not do something? Why even allow Shaina to flirt when they have you? Or was it some second rate tactic to get you jealous.” She says narrowing her eyes.
“You, you know what I’ve agreed to, I shouldn’t care about what has to be said in my defence. They don’t owe having to defend my honour or anything. They aren’t in love with me.” You defend them again.
“But you are. With both of them.” She states, and you press your lips into a thin line.
“It doesn’t matter.” You say.
“You matter.” She insists.
“Just, let me deal with it if I don’t feel right when they come I’ll tell them off.” You offer in consolation, she reluctantly agrees.
You watch from your window as your best-friend slides into her cab with her location turned on and shared with you, the headlights of the familiar car illuminate the pathway to your apartment complex.
You sigh, heading towards the door. Internal conflict increases as you can almost feel them approach. How is this supposed to work when it gets fucked up?
The knocks are soft but an urgency in them carries through the door.
They stand in the small corridor, suit jackets discarded, sleeves rolled up to their elbows. Bucky’s eyes greet you first, going over you, cataloging everything in your appearance.
His own way of making sure you’re fine. His eyes linger on your wrist, the two scrunchies you placed catching his eye.
Steve’s hand twitches by his side, waiting for you to allow them inside. Needing to touch you to make sure, to affirm to Bucky that you’re indeed okay.
They share a look before you open the door wider to allow them inside, Steve pulls you into his embrace.
Your palms settle against his chest, Bucky shuts the door.
Steve traces his hands over you, seeing if you were hiding anything from them, at last he allows you to step away. Then gently takes the hand that harbours the scrunchies.
Bucky stands behind you, the heat of his chest seeping onto your back, his hands on your waist.
You wince when Steve takes off the scrunchies exposing the bruising left by John. You had tried to ice it to lessen the appearance of the stained skin. Bucky’s grip tightens on your waist. Not enough to hurt but enough to convey his anger.
Steve’s thumbs wipe your tears. You look up at him not realising that you had begun to silently weep.
“We’re so sorry, Poppet.” The longer haired man whispers against your skin.
“Should have him six feet under.” Steve says as his fingers delicately trace your skin.
You bite back what you want to say, the gleaming darkness enjoying the prospect of them being protective over you.
“Let us take it all away.” Steve hand his index finger under your chin, directing your gaze upwards to his, worried blue ones.
“We’ll make you forget all about him.” Bucky adds, hands inching from your waist over your hips to the hem of the dress you wanted them to take off of your skin.
Your best friend’s words echo in your mind.
“Will you forget her then?” You ask, as you’re turned to face Bucky, just moments before his lips brush against yours.
He pauses,
“Poppet, you know our arrangement.” He reminds you, brushing his fingers over your cheek.
Blue eyes hold sincerity.
“But will you forget her?” The darker side demands to know, was she enough to erase anyone else?
“Petal, we don’t want to take our eyes off of you.” Steve’s hand begins to unzip the dress.
“Do you know why I even looked at her?” Bucky’s fingers cup your jaw, making you look at him. Steve softly kisses the flesh exposed by the undone zipper.
Your eyes close as he moves towards your lower back.
“Look at me, Poppet.” Bucky commands and you comply, his gaze darkening.
“Why?” You ask, wetness pooling at your core when you feel Steve’s stubble brush along your inner thighs, then his fingers tracing delicate promises onto the heated flesh.
“Because I was looking at you all night, Steve told me off as well.” Bucky admits, turning you around, your back against his chest.
“Let us make it up to you.” Steve whispers, his hands grabbing the fabric of your panties and pulling them down your legs.
He places a kiss to each calf as he takes the material off of your skin, Bucky grabs the hem of the dress, pushing it upwards, to allow Steve to see you.
“Look at that Bucky, our girl is all wet for us.” Steve praises as his fingers gather your slick, as he moves them over your folds and circles them around your clit.
You preen, at his movements or his words you don’t know. Bucky takes the straps off the dress down your shoulders, exposing your breasts. He massages the flesh as your nipples begin to harden for him.
“Our girl really is so good to us isn’t she? So fucking beautiful.” Bucky tugs on your nipples, you jolt between them, Steve keeps a steady hand on your hips.
“She is, aren’t you Petal?” He asks, before his tongue laps at your folds.
You nod, meekly, between Bucky’s calloused fingers on your nipples and Steve tongue circling your clit. You grasp at his hair, tugging hard as he sucks on your clit. Steve’s fingers circle at your entrance, he eases them in moaning against your folds as he feels your cunt clench around them.
Bucky’s lips latch onto yours, his hand grabbing your hair, tilting your head back to devour your mouth swallowing all the moans and sounds you make upon his tongue.
“Won’t you cum for us?”
You wither between them, Steve watches as Bucky controls your pace as you make a mess of his thigh, Bucky contracts the muscle every so often while he has you grind down harder.
“Our beautiful, beautiful girl.”
Bucky runs a hand through your hair, as your lips stretch around Steve’s cock. Spit and cum dribble down your chin. Steve’s moans has your cunt clenching around nothing begging to be filled by them.
“So fucking sweet, all for us. Going to fill you up.”
“Both of our seeds inside you, claiming you for ourselves.”
You’re eased down onto Bucky’s cock, both of you moan as you feel him fill you to the hilt. Steve pumps his cock you watch it glisten with your cum and slick. You clench around Bucky.
Steve moves closer, rubbing his tip in circles on your clit, you know you’re dripping and this only adds to it.
He uses the lube, on his fingers two sinking inside you above Bucky’s cock. You had done this before with them but every time they’d make sure to prep you.
The stretch stings a little, Bucky’s lips on your skin and his fingers twisting your nipples aid in distraction. They whisper praises as Steve begins to ease his cock into you, tears spring to your eyes at the stretch and the moan that leaves your lips makes both of their cocks twitch in anticipation of the feeling.
“Ours, ours, ours,”
Their words ring akin to a hymn upon your skin. Waking up something far more primal, even if their claims upon you remained within these four walls.
Slumber finds you quicker than most nights, you fight it off till they are done caring for you. Easing out of you carefully, running a bath of warm water and then showering with you.
Their hands soft, warm, protective. Possessive.
Bucky and Steve kiss their claimed spots on the based of your neck, you sigh in content at the love-bites they’ve left upon you. A silent remind of being theirs and them being yours as you do the same to their skin.
Steve stares at your sleeping form, his jaw tightening when he still sees where John hurt you.
“Careful Steve someone might know you care about her.” Bucky warns in an impersonation of the blonde man.
“Buck,” He groans, they stay quiet as you shift between them, your breathing evening out.
“No, what we did, not standing up for her. Was wrong. Fucking wrong.” Bucky almost yells at him.
“We can’t get in too deep.” Steve reminds him.
“As if we aren’t already.” Bucky scoffs.
Steve is about to say something when Bucky holds up a hand,
“Tell me, when was the last time you were ever truly happy?” Bucky questions.
Steve sighs, looking at you. Knowing Bucky’s answer to the question would involve your name as well.
“The night she decided she wants to watch a movie and cuddle. Then the day we decided to make it a weekly occurrence.” He admits.
Bucky traces a pattern over your cheek. He hates knowing what has to come next, their time with you limited.
Their time to call you theres approaching an end. Today he saw how you responded to being called theirs, he knows you might want more.
Steve sadly gazes at Bucky gazing at you. It’s on the tip of their tongue but they can’t say it. It would only have you be driven away.
The past eight months with you? A miracle no one found out what do you mean to them.
So they would hide behind the lie that they feel nothing for you. That the only time you invoke something within their hearts and minds is when you’re touching them.
Even when you’re the only person they could trust wholeheartedly.
Now.
Bucky howls seeing you staring right at them. The small window their only access to you.
Steve stares at Bucky, the dark chestnut brown fur gleaming under the moonlight.
Bucky looks back to the sandy blonde furred wolf. The two men ran the town with an iron fist and a bite. Their wolf form only known by foes who never lived to tell the story.
They had tracked you down, knowing something was amiss when your scent was lighter at your apartment and you left without saying anything. The whole thing reeked of what they always feared. Someone using you to get to them.
‘Can you see her plate?’ Bucky says a snarl building up in his throat.
‘She hasn’t touched her food.’ Steve recounts, gazing back at you worriedly.
You know they are watching, always knowing that there was probably something they never told you but as if it was said unspoken. You stare at the gleaming blue eyes. They pace the forest restless.
Maybe you are imagining things, your Steve and Bucky could not be, no. You groan for a fifth time. Clutching your stomach, three days without food, you know what is coming.
The blonde woman returns,
“We know you shared your bed with them on multiple occasions, we just would like to know about their business.”
“I do not have the answers for your questions.” You hiss as another sting of pain burns through you.
“I can get you antibiotics for the infection, when did you meet them?” She attempts again.
‘Steve, we need to move in.’ Bucky calls out as he rounds the perimeter.
‘They’re still asking questions and offering medical aid in exchange.’ Steve glowers, he pauses as a car enters the driveway to the manor.
‘Fuckers, this is why we attack.’ Bucky presses his paws deeper into into the mud.
John Walker enters your cell twenty minutes after the blonde woman leaves, time a luxury they offered to you. So you know how long it has been since your men have not brought the sun and moon together to save you.
Nine days and counting.
“Ah, sweetheart, look at you. If you would have come along with me you would not be sick today.” John runs a hand down the back of your hair stopping you from flinching away. He tugs harshly.
“What no sound? They told me you were being quiet. Well but your best friend she, she is very chatty when drunk, spilled all about your little hook ups with Barnes and Rogers. What they even see in you I do not know. Although leaving you in pieces for them to find will be worth the fucking you receive.” His thumb brushes harshly across your mouth, your arms ache at the restraints.
“Then they’ll understand not to fucking mess up my deals and my work, consider yourself more worthy of a status than a fuck toy.”
John forces his thumb into your mouth, you bite down on it tasting blood. He screams pulling away, when he moves to bring down his hand against your cheek; you spit at him.
“You fucking whore.”
‘Steve.’ Bucky warns, not for himself but for the fact that he will not wait to act.
“I’m calling Nat and Sam for back up.” Steve shoots of the messages phasing back into his wolf form.
They charge at the guards on the west end, the doorway closest to get to you.
Phasing in and out to access the doors and take out John’s men.
The clouds clear illuminating your holding cell. You gaze up at the moon as she looks down upon you in blessing. John has you pinned down, his hands trying to pry your legs apart.
“Fuck you.” You spit at him, John looks up as you blink. Your eyes changing shape.
“The fuck?” John gapes, as you convulse the restraints breaking as you phase into your wolf form, towering over his now covering form.
You grin at him, teeth bared. He clambers on his hands and knees towards the door you sink your teeth into his limb dragging him backwards.
He drags his gun out of the holster, holding it up at your snout. You growl as he drops it down. Your paw sinks into his arm marring his flesh.
Ripping off his limbs as his pained screams echo through the cell.
Your wolf takes over, the primal darkness you kept suppressed with herbs and holistic remedies finally freed from shackles and it want to run wild.
The door bursts open two other wolves come snarling in, you pant dropping John’s head from your mouth it rolls down and settles near the dark chestnut wolf’s paw.
Bucky and Steve search for you as they stumble in, pausing when your scent hits them. They stare blankly at your wolf form.
You gape at them, backing away paces then you realise why are their scents so familiar.
They both phase out together,
“Petal.” “Poppet.”
You see their skin littered with pink jags and healing wounds, they came for you?
“You’re a wolf?” Bucky keeps his hands raised so as to not startle you. He understood you may have phased in after a long time.
“I think clearly she is, Bucky.” Steve rolls his eyes.
“i’m trying to be gentle.” He says, you then want to joke that nothing about him is gentle. A sort of snort leaves you indicating your laughter.
“I think she knows you aren’t gentle.” Steve interprets.
“We’ll lead you out, there is a cabin nearby, you may take time to calm down before you can phase out and we have our clothes there so the scents should be comfortable to tolerate.” Bucky comes closer and his hand gently touches your nose, you press lightly against it.
They phase back, flanking your sides, as they lead you to their cabin, rightly so their scents are amplified and the comfort brought forth by it, almost moves you to tears.
Steve enters first, his nose pushes the revolving glass door as it opens wide enough to accommodate wolves, the wooden flooring is warm to the touch and ceilings are high. As if they designed it specifically.
‘Look here if you can hear me.’ Bucky’s voice calls to you.
‘Bucky why do you have to check—,’
‘I can hear you both…’ You cut Steve off.
‘Interesting.’ Bucky says,
‘No shit, but when were we having this discussion? or was it benched due to ‘by flesh and flesh only’?’ You don’t mean to sound rude but you’ve had a pathetic nine days.
‘It, well…’ Steve looks at Bucky, his eyes widen.
‘Oh so now I should lead difficult conversations?’ Bucky glares at Steve and you catch on.
‘That night at the dinner? You were going to break up with me.’ You accuse, both of them look away.
‘It was because, look it had been ten months if it goes on beyond a year we could have turned you on accident. We were already making slip ups by over staying on full moons.’ Steve tries to reason.
‘You, you would not have wanted us had you known.’ Bucky says, padding towards you.
‘Bullshit.’ You bare your teeth at him.
‘Cute.’ Bucky pokes your ear with his nose.
‘Is that not for me to decide?’ You attempt again, ‘I know you both don’t have feelings for me but you could have trusted me with this.’ You look between them, a whine slips past Steve.
‘Don’t have feelings for you? Please Petal tell me you don’t believe that lie.’ Steve implores you to answer.
‘Fuck, Poppet are, you thought we don’t love you? Every waking hour is for you.’ Bucky moves closer you back away.
Steve tries the same and you shift back more touching the wall sideways.
‘Why tell me now? Is it because I am a wolf too. Nine days ago you were going to leave me. Without ever letting me know the truth, maybe you should follow through with that, not because staying is now convenient to the two of you.’ You settle onto the floor, not looking at the two towering wolves who are silent.
‘Why did you not say anything either?’ Steve questions, demanding to know the reason for your silence.
‘I wanted to, I was at that dinner it had been a year almost close enough, but then that blonde woman laced the iPad in front of me, you both were preoccupied and wearing the ties I got you both. So I thought well, what good is any of it, if the two of you are fucking around so I’m just a fuck toy to you right? You were going to discard me for the next one so I’m making your job easier.’ You glance at both of them, Bucky looks at you as if he’s been wounded by your words.
‘Poppet…’Bucky begs, ‘Please don’t, we can, we can think about this… Talk about this.’
‘I don’t want to, not anymore.’ You say, resting your head back onto your paws.
‘Alright then. We’ll check back up on you in a few hours, when you’re calm enough we can try phasing out.’ Steve moves away phasing into his human form and going up the stairs.
Bucky stays for moment before following suit.
You wake up panting, the feeling of unwanted hands on you pushing you into wakefulness. You gaze down, still in your wolf form.
The click of a door perks your ears as you follow the sound of footsteps on the upper floor.
“Nightmares, Steve, you know how horrible those are.” Bucky’s voice is muffled as though something dampening it.
“Talk softer.” Steve huffs, and their voices are further diluted.
You lay back down, hoping the next bout of sleep is dreamless.
When you wake up next, you’re laying upon soft sheets. You let out a contented sigh, then jolt awake.
“Welcome back to the human side of things, Poppet.” Bucky’s smooth voice washes over you calming your nerves.
At his words you touch your skin, your fur replaced by skin and bone.
“I am very upset with you, Poppet.” He adds, cutting an apple into thin slices. The black knife gleams in the light as he feeds himself the slice.
When he licks his pink lips, your tongue mimics the motion on your own.
“Why?” You look around for Steve, Bucky chuckles.
“Look at you pretending you don’t know why am I upset with you and here I thought, you know me like the back of your hand.” Bucky tuts, the knife cuts into the apple further, he gets up from the chair.
Bucky walks towards you, the slice supported between his thumb and knife. He places the slice against your lips. You lock eyes with him as you eat the slice, the blade feels cold against your lips.
He places the tip of the knife under your chin,
“Can smell your sweet cunt getting hungry for me, Poppet.”
“Bucky—,” He places the flat side of the blade to your lips.
“Shh. Did I allow you to speak? I think you spoke enough earlier.” The blade now trails from your temple to jaw and back to your chin.
The knife is retracted, now being used for its original purpose; the apple. You swallow thickly before eating the second slice offered to you.
He now sits next to you, a determined expression takes over his features.
The apple eaten and discarded.
You move the comforter to make more space for him. Your legs exposed and some how the shirt you were wearing smelled of both of them; cedar, patchouli, amber and oud.
Bucky places his warm hand on your thigh.
“Did you mean it?” He softly massages the flesh that has borne his marks award in pleasure.
“Wha-what?” You look up from where his hand is, his gaze darkens.
“You know, the part where you said you don’t want to be with us anymore.” Bucky continues upward movements, pleased when on instinct your legs part further for him as he inches closer to your cunt.
“I—,” The words caught in your throat when he traces your folds, gathering your slick, and then pinching your clit. You gasp, biting your lip.
“Did you mean it, Poppet?” Bucky questions again, you can’t focus on answering him not when his finger eases by one knuckle into your cunt.
“Bucky,” Your hand grasps his the other stays fisted with the sheet.
“Answer me. Did you mean those words you spat at us? At me?” Bucky takes your hand, you’re on your back both your hands in one of his, pinned down.
His fingers pumping in and out of you squelching sounds filling the room.
As his fingers brush over the spot as they curve inside you, you arch up against him.
“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky,” You chant as you feel the build of your orgasm. Your cunt clenching around his fingers every time he retracts them.
Bucky smirks, watching you, your eyes closed head thrown back and hips meeting each thrust of his fingers.
Just when you can feel the tendrils of your orgasm he stops, the squelch of his fingers leaving the warmth of your cunt have your eyes snap open.
“Just making your job easy.” He teases.
“Bucky please,” You beg.
“Oh Poppet you think I can leave that cunt without cumming?” He pinches your clit again, his jeans undone and cock leaking with pre-cum.
“Stand up, hands against the wall. Shirt off.” He orders, as you comply, he shifts your legs to not be apart, only a small distance.
Bucky stands behind you, easing his cock from between your thighs over your folds, the mirror on the wall showing you how your slick coats his cock.
You only seldom feel the veiny ridges move over your clit as he fucks your thighs. Hands gripping your waist and he watches your tits bounce with each thrust.
“Every inch of your skin, so fucking beautiful, so fuckable, clench your thighs for me, Poppet.” Bucky moans in response as your thighs tighten, your slick creating enough lubrication for him to continue his movements, Bucky’s arm comes down against your ass, a hard spank, you yelp, bending forward and the vein on his cock moves against your clit.
“Gonna cum for me? Gonna be a good little girl? Hmm? Want me to fuck every inch of you right? Look at you wanting to be filled to the hilt be split apart on my cock.” Bucky whispers in your ear.
On the next spank you feel the same ridge, your body complying as pleasure begins to course through you, his hands grab your breasts, tugging and pulling the flesh, watching as your face begins to contort into pleasure.
Bucky knows you won’t last long so he stops and you whimper at the loss of contact he turns you around. Your back against the wall. His hand circles around your throat.
Your eyes sting with tears, as he squeezes just enough.
“Making your job easy aren’t I? Just use your fucking fingers.” Bucky glowers, his cock tucked back into his boxers and he zips his jeans.
His chest gleams with sweat, you want to have your mouth on him. Worshipping him.
Bucky leaves closing the door before you can follow him out. You wait by the door for a few minutes, trying to open it but find that it is locked.
“Bucky? Why is the door locked?” You bang on the door.
“James? What is going on? Can we please talk?” You tug on the doorknobs, it only rattles in its frame.
The sudden coldness of the room gets to you, you scramble to find your shirt but return to stand near the door, trying to pry it open.
“Steve?” You call out, but are greeted with silence. You slide down your back against the door, the slick feels uncomfortable, you pull your knees to your chest.
Did you really hurt them that much? You were hurt as well, if you weren’t who you were nor if the kidnapping happened the dinner would have resulted in your heart being broken.
You rest your head on your knees, closing your eyes as a few tears brim over. They would have just left you, even if they held love for you.
After how long you don’t know, the door clicks open. You look up at the figure entering—Steve.
You stand up quickly wrapping your arms around him, he too was without a shirt and low waisted jeans graced his hips. Steve wraps his arms around you.
“Whats wrong, Petal?” Steve softly questions pulling away to look at you.
“Bucky, he,” you gaze at the door, finding it shut.
“What did he do, Petal?” Steve cups your cheeks,
“He said he’s upset with me, for saying what I did…” You trail off, fingers tugging on the white shirt’s sleeve nervously.
“Well that was upsetting.” Steve lets go of your face, sitting on the arm chair.
“You both were going to leave me.” You say,
“Things changed that night did they not?” Steve counter questions.
You fumble for an answer.
Steve pats his thigh, your limbs carry you to him, “What did Bucky do hmm?”
“He—,” “Ah, ah, show me.”
“But he used his—,” “Use me to show what he did to you.” Steve orders, you frown as his command washes over you.
You grab his hand, his index and middle fingers extended as you lead them to your eager cunt.
Steve taps your clit, “Is this what Bucky did?” You shake your head no.
“Pinched it—ah.” Your thighs shake as Steve pinches your clit, somehow repeating the movements Bucky did on you, you find yourself fucking onto his fingers.
Steve’s eyes darken. “Petal, don’t you want me to taste you?” He asks, you look at him,
“But Steve—,”
“Do you not want to apologise?” Steve chides.
You move back, thinking he wants to kneel.
“Oh no, gather it on your fingers and feed me. Till I tell you to stop.” Steve, watches your hand twitch.
You slowly bring your fingers over your folds, wincing at the puffiness from what Bucky did, the wetness that pooled you gather onto your fingers, bringing them toward’s Steve’s lips.
His warm mouth covers your fingers, sucking on them and his tongue almost mimicking the patterns he makes on your clit against your fingers, his mouth pulls away with a wet plop.
“More.”
Your clit pulses, you circle your clit and tug on your nipples to get yourself wetter, repeating the action from earlier.
Three times you’ve fed him your slick, Steve hums, then clicks his tongue, “I want more, make yourself cum and then feed me, will you Petal? You can do that right? Since you can make informed decisions.” Steves tone is slightly mocking, but the prospect of being able to orgasm too delicious to deny, you rest one hand on his shoulder, the other circles your clit and you sink two fingers inside of you, frustration clouds you.
Your fingers no where close to Steve of Bucky’s thick and long ones.
“Whats wrong Petal?” Steve looks up in concern.
“Doesn’t feel as good…” You admit.
“Do you want Bucky to come help?” Steve brushes his thumb just over your pubic bone watching your stomach clench at the contact.
“Will he?” You ask, wondering if he wanted anything to do with you.
“Why won’t you use your fingers?” You add.
Steve smiles, “I want to be fed, I’m tired, Petal.”
You bite your lip, “Where, where is Bucky?”
“I think if you call out to him, he’d come.”
“He ignored me earlier.” You huff.
“He was just upset, sweetheart.” Steve tells you as if your a child needing to be explained.
“Bucky?” You say, then move closer to the door,
“Petal, keep getting yourself wet.” Steve calls out an afterthought.
You place two fingers against your clit as your other hand opens the door.
“B-bucky?” Your voice shakes as your clit sends waves of ebbing pleasure through you.
“What?” He calls out from the door opposite to your room, his eyes paise on your hand.
“Steve he,” You bite down on your lip as you notices the tent in his jeans.
“I don’t have all night, Poppet.” Bucky rolls his eyes.
“He-he wants to be fed after I cum and, and my fingers—,”
“Don’t feel as good?” Bucky completes, uncrossing the arms across his chest, walking towards you, you moan as he grabs your pussy. Digits guiding yours on how to move.
He wants you back as the steps make you grind over the callous on his index finger.
Steve watches a smirk on his face, they find it so endearing how you fail to realise this is punishment for misbehaving and lying to them.
A cacophony of moans of their names begin to slip past your lips. Your orgasm builds.
Bucky looks at Steve, they both know they’ve edged you enough that you will cum, but they can’t have that.
“Stop, I’m not that hungry,” Steve’s words are like cold water to your fiery veins.
Bucky stops fucking you with his fingers, holding them up for you.
You have a whine caught in your throat.
“Can’t have any of this wasted right?” Bucky chides, “Go on Poppet feed him.”
You whimper as he pushes you forwards.
Steve places a steady hand on your hips, as he waits for you to do what you’re told; he spreads his large hand over your hip, trailing it upwards, over the soft flesh of your stomach, moving upwards then cupping your breast, Bucky does the same to your left.
“I’m waiting, Petal.” Steve reminds you, breaking out of the heady trance they have you in, you rub your fingers over your folds, a needy whimper reaches the pleased ears of Steve and Bucky.
You offer your fingers to Steve, he hums before sucking on each digit and swirling his tongue around them.
He releases your fingers and they release your breasts in tandem. Standing up, walking towards the door leaving you in the room.
You follow them quicker than previous attempts.
“Why are you—,”
“No, Petal, why are you saying no? Over a conversation that could have gone so many different ways?” Steve cuts you off.
“She was making our job easier.” Bucky sneers.
“You both were going to anyways, and those videos and pictures…” You recount.
“Were old, Poppet, we haven’t been with anyone other than you. We don’t want to either.” Bucky cups your cheek.
“But you want to leave us… So maybe you should.” Steve shrugs nonchalantly.
Bucky drops his hand,
“Too bad we couldn’t give you what you want, maybe someone else will. You know best correct?”
Your clit pulses, you know no one will compare to the two of them, no two people could hold a semblance to their beings.
But they were right, if you wanted to leave you should.
Maybe they don’t want to fight harder to have you stay… you nod meekly.
“I’ll leave then…” You mutter.
“Fucks sake.” Bucky mutters as Steve, has you pinned down on the bed.
“Know what Petal,” Steve undoes his jeans, his cock slapping against his abdomen, and lining up with your aching cunt,
“I really do not think you know what is best for you.” He moves his cock over your folds.
“Steve,” You whine, needing more.
“Oh you want my cock? Well, only good girls who want to stay will get it.” His eyes are wild, your breath caught in your throat, he adds more pressure to the grip he hands on your hands.
You gasp, as his tip teases your entrance.
“Steve, please,” You beg, needy, tears brim over at how badly you need them.
“What do you want?” He questions, repeating his teasing movements.
Bucky stands at the edge of the bed, you stare at his cock, lips parting for it.
“Answer him, Poppet, or have you forgotten the manners we taught you?” A sting resounds in the room and pleasured pain courses through you from where Bucky slapped your puffy, aching cunt.
“Would you look at that? She wants us Bucky.”
“She will have to say it though, has to vocalise what she wants and needs.” Bucky grasps your jaw, “The question is will she?”
You stare into Bucky’s eyes, he delivers another slap to your pussy, you clench around Steve’s tip. A moan slips past your lips, you can’t think, can’t speak just need them, why could they not see that?
“Answer us, Poppet, or we can leave again.” He warns.
“Want, want you both, together.” You gasp the words out as Steve bottoms out inside you, hissing as he feels you tight around him.
“Fuck,” He breathes.
“Together Steve,” Bucky reminds, pulling you up as you and Steve kneel on the bed, with him curving inside you the tip of him pushing ever so often over your gspot.
Bucky moves behind you, kneeling as well, his fingers inserted next to Steve’s cock prepping you to take them both. You can’t help the sob of pleasure that breaks from you as Bucky begins to enter you as well, the stretch burns but feels so good.
“Oh, you can take us can’t you, Petal?” Steve’s words have you preen, “Our good girl aren’t you?”
“Feel at her clench, really, our girl, only ours.” Bucky whispers over the shell of your ear.
You moan at their words, they pause allowing you time to adjust to both of them, but you don’t have it in you to be patient, you need them to fuck you, claim you.
You begin to move over their cocks, the amount of wetness helping you. Bucky and Steve glance at each other, moaning as you feel so good around their cocks, using them for your pleasure.
Both men let you set the pace, then one hand each grasps your waist. They both begin to move in tandem, filling you up then moving outward. Moans and whimpers slip out of you, Steve swallows them all down against his lips, Bucky’s lips leave bites and marks over your shoulder and neck.
You begin to meet them with each thrust, knowing all of you are close.
“Fill me up, please, mark, mark and cl-claim,” You gasp as they both some how coordinate their thrusts to keep hitting the spot that has you seeing stars and the waves of pleasure begin to climb across you, waiting to meet the brink to tip you over.
“Going to mark you and keep you as ours, Poppet.” Bucky grunts.
“You belong to us.”
“Bound to us.”
Your orgasm drawing close.
“You’re going to cum for us and take our seed, milk our cocks and stay filled.”
You fall apart at their words, pleasure coursing through you, head to toe and you cum with a silent cry. You feel their cum coating your spasming walls, their movements now sloppier as they ride out their orgasms.
“Because you’re bound to us, little wolf, flesh and flesh only.” Steves voice echos over the ringing in your ears.
“And that heart of yours?” Bucky’s chuckle resounds,
“That flesh belongs to us as well.”
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A.N: images in the banner are taken from pintrest all credits are to the makers of the edits and image owners.
summary: After Steve went back to time, he left one more special person who was depending on him with all their life. Based on Taylor Swift’s song ‘ I bet you think about me’. This take place in my own AU, I think…
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To Steven Grant Rogers,
3 AM and I’m still awake I’ll bet you’re just fine Still awake in your city
New York without you feel so empty and lonely, with all the busy streets and sea of people, it still felt so dreary and depressing. Here I am, laying in bed on the witching hour but I bet you sleep so peacefully there. We’re in the same city but on a different time and date. Yet I can still feel your touches in my body, your shadows still walks my apartment and all I could do is watch myself miss you everyday. Even Sam and Bucky misses you…
I’m visiting DC for a couple days, I’m walking the path he once took every morning with Sam.
“Hey, Y/N!” I hear a familiar voice called out from behind, turning I saw them. The two guys he once called his bestfriends.
“Sam! Bucky! How are the two of you doing?”
“We’re good.” They look at me with concern, I know what that means so I smiled showing the fact that I’m fine when in reality I’m not.
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.” They just nod and engulfed me in a hug.
“We miss him too.” I smile as tears involuntary flooded down my face. It’s nice knowing I’m not alone
And it’s better than mine And the girl in your bed has a fine pedigree And I’ll bet your friends tell you she’s better than me
You’re probably having a great and it’s obviously better than mine. Crying is now part of my daily routine, every time I wake up without you by my side, all I can do is sob with the haunting thought of Peggy laying beside you and you’re probably showing her off like she’s the best thing that ever happened to you and we both know that’s a lie.
“Steve! Come on! Our dinner is waiting for us!” I said as I emerged from our shared bedroom, Steve was just there. Leaning in the kitchen island with that charming sweetheart smile.
“What?” I asked obviously flustered and coy. This man is the most nicest and sweetest person in this world. I don’t know how I got him. He just chuckles and shakes his head.
“You know you’re the best thing that ever happened to me?” I laugh as he moves closer to me, hugging me in the process. His good boy cologne entered my nostrils and it was the most intoxicating thing I ever knew.
“Oh really? What about being America’s number one superhero?” I joke knowing what he’s going to answer.
‘I don’t need glorifications, all I need is you and just you.’
“I don’t need glorifications, all I need is you and just you.” I laugh as I looked into his eyes, I saw my future, I saw my life.
Well I tried to fit in with your upper-crust circle Yeah, they let me sit in back when we were in love Always sit around talking about the meaning of life And the book that just saved ‘em that I hadn’t heard of
I tried to fit in to the most complicated part of your life and that includes your superhero friends who invites me to their expensive parties and I know that they only invited me because of you. I tried my best to listen and try and connect with them, listening to them talk about science and their cool missions. I had no idea what they’re talking about but I just smile and nod all for you. And it’s all gone to waste because you threw it all out.
“Tony! Remember the battle in New York when Hulk beat the god out of Loki?!” Clint voice boomed all through out the tower, and I just sat there in my own silence while Steve was next to me holding my hand like he won’t ever let it go.
“What about Ultron?” Laughs erupted from their lips as Natasha brought it up.
“Oh, Y/N. I forgot what do you do again?”
“I’m an accountant.”
Silence crept into the room, I felt the insides of my stomach drops as the quietness reaches my ear.
“That’s a very boring job.” Vision commented making everyone burst out laughing and I just smiled. I know it wasn’t meant as an insult but it still hurt me, I felt Steve’s grip on my hand tighten. It made me relax and a little comfortable in this awkward situation.
But now that we’re down and it’s over I bet you couldn’t believe When you realized I’m harder to forget than I was to leave And I bet you think about me
The day you left me was the day I died, you we’re supposed to just take the stones back. But what happened? Did you see her? How could you leave Bucky? He needs you. I need you. We both need you. I still remember the last words you ever said to me.
“Will you come back?” I asked knowing he might see her there. He just smiled at me, it comforted me a little, but it wasn’t enough.
“Of course, you won’t even notice that I left.” That didn’t age well.
“I love you..” He just pulled me in and kisses me in my forehead.
“See you again, Y/N.” He murmur.
And with that you walked away from me, Steve didn’t say ‘I love you’ back, he didn’t call me by my pet name. All he said was that, but he’ll come back. I know it. Bucky and Sam moved to my side and gave me their comfortable presence. It’s like they knew something I didn’t.
And I was right, they knew you won’t come back’, but I didn’t. I hoped and hope that maybe you just got lost and that you’ll make your way back to me. But based on what Sam and Bucky told me, you settled down with her. Your first love, Peggy Carter. I thought you moved on, she obviously moved on from you. You left me so easily with no hesitations, it’s like I never even existed. Are you happy with her? Are you happy knowing I’m not? You’re a selfish jerk, me and Bucky needed you so bad.
But I know you won’t forget about me, I know you’ll soon realized that I’m something you regret leaving. Every time you touch her skin, you see my face waiting and hoping you come back. When you roam New York, I know you’ll see me everywhere. I know you’ll soon realized that I’m harder to forget than I was to leave.
And I bet you think about me..
Oh, block it all out The voice is so loud Saying “Why did you let her go?” Does it make you feel sad? That the love that you’re looking for Is the love that you had
I know you’re blocking out the voice of regrets and sorrow in your head but that voice will get louder and louder with each passing days. It will ask you over and over again “Why did you let her go?”. And I’ll ask you too in this letter that I hope you receive. Why did you leave me for a woman who was fine without you? You should’ve stayed with me because I’m not fine living without you. Does it make you sad that when you realize that what’s between you and Peggy can’t amount to the love we had. To dancing around to all the music you missed, to watching the movies Sam recommended.
“What did you think about Harry Potter–Are you crying?” I asked seeing him teary eyed while avoiding my eyes.
“I’m sorry it’s just–Snape was a good person all along!” He pointed to the tv while I die laughing.
“Do you want some tissues?” I asked, he just nods and took it from me.
“What’s next on our list?”
“Oh, you’re going to love this. It’s The Lion King.” I squint my eyes on the note that Sam gave us the other day.
“Make sure it’s not a sad one.” He added.
“Yes.. It’s a happy movie.” I smirk as I play the movie.
But now that we’re down and it’s over
I bet it’s hard to believe
When it turned out I’m harder to forget than I was to leave
I hope you cry as hard as the day you cried to Titanic, now that we’re nothing but strangers with memories together. I know it’s hard to believe when it turns out that forgetting me is like remembering a song you only heard once. And just like that song, I’m always on your mind until you find it. I hope this letters receive you in good health, I may hate you with all my heart but I still love you with all my own. Be happy with Peggy, but not too happy. You’ll spend all your loving day with her and I’ll spend mine alone in New York. I hear from Bucky that you started a family with her. You can pretend all you want but I know that you miss me–
Warnings: angst, alternate universe where steve died in endgame
Word count: 699 (I swear I didn’t mean to do that)
Based on the song To Build a Home (feat. Patrick Watson) by The Cinematic Orchestra
The frost that covered the grass was much like the frost that overtook my heart as I drove following the directions Pepper had given me. It was on the outskirts of New York. There were large yards and neighbors who wouldn’t be able to see each other through the trees and the distance between their homes. Children played and had fun. It was bitter-sweet.
I was brought back just in time to be next to the love of my life as the light faded from his eyes and his last breath was taken from his lungs. With that last breath was a soft promise. A promise of love. Bucky and Sam had to rip me off what used to be my fiancé. It wasn’t him anymore. It was the body that held his life and soul. No one tells you how bad it hurts when that happily ever after gets ripped from your life.
He was at my side when I was dusted just as I was at his when I saw him die. When my future was destroyed.
I pull up to a king driveway. There was a house built out of stone and wood at the end of that driveway. It had a completely fenced-in yard. I could almost imagine little combinations of steve and myself running around with a dog we would have adopted. I feel all the hopes he had for our future in this space. All the hopes I will no longer get to have. All the hopes the man I loved held onto when I was gone.
Above the door reads “The Rogers House”. I feel my heartbreak. I look down at the ring on my finger trying to get the strength to go in.
I get out of my car. It’s cold but I can’t feel it. I can’t feel anything besides the deep pit that was my heart and soul. I walk up the cobblestone pathway to the front door. The mailbox is hand-painted with a spot that looks like the spot he proposed. It’s filled with paper. I take the papers out gently. Every letter has my name written on the envelope. No address. He put these here himself. These were him writing to me when I was gone.
I put in the code to enter the house. A simple four-digit code. 0315. The month and day we were meant to get married. My hand gently opens the door. I keep it on the door handle for a moment. In the past, he held this just as I am now. It’s the closest I’ll ever get to holding his hand again.
When I walk in it hits me. He made this a home for us. It’s perfect and everything we ever could have dreamed of. I stay there for hours. I lay in the perfect bed wishing steve to walk through the door. For someone to have found a way to bring him back. I read his perfectly written letters. They just say what he did and how he wouldn’t give up till I was back. Some have pages of how much he misses me. They have some stains of his tears. Some have little drawings he did. Some have plans for our future. I die a little bit more inside.
I go outside and I see a large tree. It’s familiar. I walk to it and I make a soft whisper “Steve…”.
I see our hand-carved letters ‘SR + Y/N’. The tree we first met under. I was leaning against it and he ran into me on one of his runs. He must have relocated it very delicately. It’s still alive and I sit under it sobbing.
“Please steve. Come back to me. I need you. I can’t do this without you.” I sob into the air. I know he won’t answer but I just want him to so badly. I can almost feel him with me.
I remember what Pepper told me. He built this house before I was dusted and refused to stop. He believed wholeheartedly that I would come back. How am I supposed to stop believing he will? How am I supposed to move on?
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A/N: Should I maybe make this a short series? Maybe her trying to find a way to bring him back? I don’t know but I’d love to hear your feedback! I hope you enjoyed it.
CW: This contains SFW depictions if age regression. Non-verbal regressor, reader is embarrassed at first. Agere is not ddlg, which is a kink. This is a coping mechanism. If you are in little space while reading this, please do not look at the rest of my blog which has a lot of nsfw content.
YOUR POV
Even though Steve was already aware of your involuntary age regression, you still got a little bit embarrassed each time it happened. It was happening now, you knew, as you lowered yourself to the floor.
The floor always made you feel so small, and you loved that. You absentmindedly brought your thumb up to your mouth, sucking on it as you got deeper and deeper into that space.
You heard footsteps outside of the door, but not just any footsteps. They belonged to none other than your boyfriend, Mr. America himself. You heard a knock.
“Y/N?” He called, pausing and waiting to hear your expected answer. You panicked, not knowing what to do. Luckily, the door opened anyways.
Your thumb was out of your mouth now as you sat on the floor with an almost frightened look on your face.
Steve’s face had a moment of realization as he crouched down to you on the floor.
“Hey, sweetheart. Are you okay?” He asked with a light, caring voice.
You put your head in-between your thighs, cheeks blushing as you hid your face.
“Hey hey hey, babygirl. Look at me. Look at daddy,” he cooed.
That word always made you instantly feel safer. Daddy. Steve was your daddy, and you could trust him.
You lifted your head, eyes watering as you made grabby hands towards him. He smiled, picking you up effortlessly and putting you on his hip as if you were a toddler.
“Are you hungry, sweetie?” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, smoothing your hair out of your face.
You shook your head, holding him tighter to you instead and putting your face in the crook of his neck.
“Oh, I see,” he sat down on the bed with you. “You’re sleepy, honey,” he said softly, rubbing you back. You nodded into him, a faint chuckle escaping from his lips.
“You want daddy to tuck you in and leave you to nap?” He asked.
You shook your head suddenly, looking at him with puppy eyes.
“You want daddy to stay with you?” You nodded this time, resuming your previous position on him.
“Alright baby, let’s lay down then,” he whispered, laying with you on top of him still like a baby, your ear right above his heart. You focused on the steady beating of it along with his deep breathing.
“Sleep, princess. Daddy will be here when you wake up.”
Summary: Steve hasn’t seen you in weeks and he has missed you, a lot.
Word count:2753
Warnings:NSFW, 18+ MINORS DNI. Smut, Rough sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving, m hinted), Dom!Steve (but this is pretty vainilla), Steve has a bit of an authority kink?, biting, manhandling?, pet names (sunshine, honey) This was supposed to be angsty but it kinda isn’t I’m so sorry sjfkksdk
A/N: This was requested and it was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away Look, let me start this by saying I have no idea how the Captain America suit works so this is probably not accurate and I also didn’t really edit this. It also ends kinda abruptly so sorry abt that as well. But hey, we’re all here for the smut so just enjoy !!
Please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment if you enjoyed it <3
Steve was finally coming back. After spending the last few weeks on a very hard, stressful and unsuccessful mission with Natasha and Bucky, he was going home.
Home to you.
You two had never been apart for so long since you first met and he couldn’t wait to see you.
And you couldn’t either. The moment FRIDAY announced their quinjet was landing you ran off to the landing area, hearing Sam’s laughter when you passed by him fade behind you.
You didn’t even have shoes on and your socks were slipping as you ran, but you didn’t care.
Hello lovelies, I hope you’re all looking after yourselves. This is the intro to my new Steve Rogers Series and I just wanted to see if there would be any interest in it.
Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader (she/her pronouns).
Warnings: murder, blood, physical violence, think that’s it.
Minors DNI
Steven Grant Rogers was feared by many in New York. He was the king of the land and anyone who dared to interfere with his business would end up with a bullet between the eyes. Demanding, intimidating, serious and harsh were just some of the words used to describe the mobster. His business was the most important thing to him. Very few dared to cross his path, the police and politicians were on his payroll and no other mafia dared to cross him.
Steve never hurt anyone innocent, just those who did him wrong. He stood up for what was right (in his eyes) and protected those he cared about. He saw himself as a reasonable man, one who would always listen before taking action - unless you really pissed him off.
Steve was currently sitting in a meeting, his right hand men Bucky and Sam sat behind him. Sitting straight in his black leather chair, Steve’s jaw ticked. His black suit hugged his muscles and showed off just how big he was compared to some of the other men in the room. Dark blonde hair was slicked back and his beard was trimmed to perfection.
Hello lovelies, I hope you’re all looking after yourselves. This is the intro to my new Steve Rogers Series and I just wanted to see if there would be any interest in it.
Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader (she/her pronouns).
Warnings: murder, blood, physical violence, think that’s it.
Minors DNI
Steven Grant Rogers was feared by many in New York. He was the king of the land and anyone who dared to interfere with his business would end up with a bullet between the eyes. Demanding, intimidating, serious and harsh were just some of the words used to describe the mobster. His business was the most important thing to him. Very few dared to cross his path, the police and politicians were on his payroll and no other mafia dared to cross him.
Steve never hurt anyone innocent, just those who did him wrong. He stood up for what was right (in his eyes) and protected those he cared about. He saw himself as a reasonable man, one who would always listen before taking action - unless you really pissed him off.
Steve was currently sitting in a meeting, his right hand men Bucky and Sam sat behind him. Sitting straight in his black leather chair, Steve’s jaw ticked. His black suit hugged his muscles and showed off just how big he was compared to some of the other men in the room. Dark blonde hair was slicked back and his beard was trimmed to perfection.
Hello lovelies, I hope you’re all looking after yourselves. This is the intro to my new Steve Rogers Series and I just wanted to see if there would be any interest in it.
Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader (she/her pronouns).
Warnings: murder, blood, physical violence, think that’s it.
Minors DNI
Steven Grant Rogers was feared by many in New York. He was the king of the land and anyone who dared to interfere with his business would end up with a bullet between the eyes. Demanding, intimidating, serious and harsh were just some of the words used to describe the mobster. His business was the most important thing to him. Very few dared to cross his path, the police and politicians were on his payroll and no other mafia dared to cross him.
Steve never hurt anyone innocent, just those who did him wrong. He stood up for what was right (in his eyes) and protected those he cared about. He saw himself as a reasonable man, one who would always listen before taking action - unless you really pissed him off.
Steve was currently sitting in a meeting, his right hand men Bucky and Sam sat behind him. Sitting straight in his black leather chair, Steve’s jaw ticked. His black suit hugged his muscles and showed off just how big he was compared to some of the other men in the room. Dark blonde hair was slicked back and his beard was trimmed to perfection.
Hello lovelies, I hope you’re all looking after yourselves. This is the intro to my new Steve Rogers Series and I just wanted to see if there would be any interest in it.
Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader (she/her pronouns).
Warnings: murder, blood, physical violence, think that’s it.
Minors DNI
Steven Grant Rogers was feared by many in New York. He was the king of the land and anyone who dared to interfere with his business would end up with a bullet between the eyes. Demanding, intimidating, serious and harsh were just some of the words used to describe the mobster. His business was the most important thing to him. Very few dared to cross his path, the police and politicians were on his payroll and no other mafia dared to cross him.
Steve never hurt anyone innocent, just those who did him wrong. He stood up for what was right (in his eyes) and protected those he cared about. He saw himself as a reasonable man, one who would always listen before taking action - unless you really pissed him off.
Steve was currently sitting in a meeting, his right hand men Bucky and Sam sat behind him. Sitting straight in his black leather chair, Steve’s jaw ticked. His black suit hugged his muscles and showed off just how big he was compared to some of the other men in the room. Dark blonde hair was slicked back and his beard was trimmed to perfection.
In front of him sat various terrified men. Four hundred and fifty thousand dollars worth of firearms were stolen from one of Steve’s downtown warehouses. John Walker was currently blaming every other man in the room for the weapons ‘disappearing’ and took no responsibility for what happened. The warehouse was his responsibility, Steve trusted John to watch over the area.
John Walker was supposed to be in charge.
“Y’know Walker, I’m getting really sick of you putting the blame on everyone else.” Steve stood up and shrugged off his suit jacket before placing it on the back of the chair. His hand moved to rub over his mouth and beard in one quick motion.
“You were the one in charge of the safe house, so unless someone in this room can tell me what happened..” Steve paused to look around the room at the other men before looking down at John. “You, John, will be dealing with the consequences.”
John opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, trying to think of an excuse, any excuse to get Steve off his back. Steves glare hardened in seconds and he pulled his gun out of the holster that sat across his shoulders.
“M..Mr Rogers” a voice squeaked from the corner. Peter Parker was shaking like a leaf, tears filling his eyes in fear of what the infamous Steve Rogers was going to do to him after calling him by name.
Peter had seen Brock Rumlow, a member of a rival Mafia, on the corner of the street talking to Walker on the night the weapons went missing.
“Yes Parker?” Steve barked, his head snapping towards Peter. Steve’s gun still rested against Walker’s head.
Peter mumbled, his words caught in his throat as fear consumed him. “Spit it out” Steve spat harshly when Peter didn’t speak again. With a deep breath in, Peter finally found his voice again.
“I..I saw Rumlow o..on the corner, with Walker on..on the night the weapons were taken. I wasonmywayhomeandIjustfiguredthatWalkerwastellingRumlowtogetoffourstreets” Peter
suddenly forgot how to talk again, his words coming out stuttered as his word vomit began.
Peter spoke fast but Steve heard every word and before a beat had passed a bullet was put through Walker’s thigh. An agonising cry filled the room as Walker grabbed his leg. Steve, quick to put his gun away, pulled John up by his collar, “Did you sell them to Rumlow?” Steve’s tone was harsh, his voice low as he waited for a response.
A forceful punch sent John’s face in the other direction as Steve waited for an answer, “Well?…Did you?”. Another violent punch met John’s face.
“H..he made an offer I couldn’t resist” John spat out, his eye already swelling shut while he spat some blood out of his mouth (along with a tooth… or three).
Rage consumed Steve as he pushed Walker to the floor. Within seconds his gun was back in hand and a bullet travelled between Walker’s eyes. Everyone in the room watched the whole ordeal in silence, no one daring to intervene or try to stop what Steve was doing. They all knew the second Peter spoke up that Walker was a traitor.
Steve put his gun on the desk, his hands moving to take off his holster and shirt that was decorated by John’s blood. He nodded towards Bucky and Sam who made quick work of getting rid of John and the rest of the men in the room.
“Parker”
Peter spun around so fast, almost giving himself whiplash. “Yes boss?” he squeaked before clearing his throat and standing up taller.
“Why didn’t you tell anyone? Could have saved me the hassle of losing 450K.” Steve began buttoning up a new shirt as he spoke, a brow raised at the brunette’s direction.
“I..” Peter looked down, “You trusted John to be..be in charge of the safe house. I was worried you wouldn’t believe me” he stuttered out.
“Kid..” Steve started, “if you ever see something that’s off, you gotta say.” Peter was shocked at Steve’s response. “You’ve got good instinct, a sixth sense. I need that. You’ve got the safe house. The men there will be under your orders and anyone who doesn’t do as you say will face the same fate Walker did… Trust yourself, if something is off, tell us. Do that and you’ll work your way up the ladder here pretty quickly.”.
Peter smiled before putting on a serious face when he saw the way Steve’s brows furrowed. “Yes boss,” Peter nodded before leaving the room.
Steve wasn’t just the leader of the biggest Mafia in New York, he was the CEO of his family’s business. His business savvy is what brought his Mafia family to the top and it was his own instincts that were going to keep them there.
Once the Walker situation had been disposed of, Steve and his two right hand men decided to head out for some lunch. Exiting the private estate in a private plate SUV the men travelled to a small Italian restaurant on the outskirts of town. They were seated at their usual table by the owner Mr Falcone, an older gentleman and ordered three neat whiskeys.
The three men had been coming here since they were young and had bonded with the owners, a married couple from Italy who opened the restaurant when they first travelled to America. The men began to converse discreetly before ordering their food with Mrs Falcone who graced them each with a loving kiss on the cheek and a hug when she greeted them.
“Ahh my favourite boys, where have you all been?” she kissed Steve’s cheek before moving to Sam, “it’s been too long since you’ve been here” she scolded and soon found her way to Bucky, “I’ve missed you” she pinched his cheeks.
They engaged in small talk before a group of women walked in. Mrs Falcone excused herself and made her way to the door to welcome them in. They were seated a few tables away from the men and some of the women blushed as they made eye contact with the handsome mafia men.
One of the women caught Steve’s eyes. She appeared to be the quietest of the group, not having said a word the whole time they had been in the restaurant. He thought she was gorgeous, breathtakingly beautiful.
He gazed at her, watching her eyes light up and a smile take over her face when one of her friends turned to tell her something. Her eyes were gentle and matched her facial features. She wasn’t his usual type, a bit plumper in some areas but that didn’t bother him one bit. He watched as she engaged in conversation with Mr and Mrs Falcone (the pair always tried to get to know their customers) her luscious lips capturing his attention.
“Steve” Bucky knocked his shoulder against Steve’s to draw him back to reality.
“What?” Steve hissed, frustratedly moving his gaze away from the woman at the other table.
“I said you’re drooling” Bucky let out a boyish laugh and ruffled Steve’s hair.
Steve had been best friends with Bucky and Sam since they were young and they had always had each other’s backs. Their parents were all involved in the same Mafia family so it was only right that the three men joined them when the time came.
While Steve was the one in charge, his best friends both played big roles within the business. Sam was in charge of the money side of things, making sure all the calculations were right before deals were made and Bucky, well Bucky was the muscles.
All three men (and the men and women within their organisation) were fit and ready for any form of fight - mental or physical but Bucky was a different breed. If Steve ever needed to intimidate someone then he would send Bucky. Even if Steve was in the same room, it was Bucky who threatened people with physical violence - the metal arm he had since his early twenties being the thing people feared most.
“Fuck off” Steve grinned as his gaze wandered over to the woman once more, watching as she excitedly opened some presents that her friends had put on the table. It was normal for the men to tease each other about women, it’s what they had always done.
“She is cute” Sam hummed in approval as he surveyed the group of women, “and so are her friends” he sent a wink towards one of the others at the table.
Bucky called over Mrs Falcone and asked his favourite lady what the presents were for.
“Oh, the one with the presents just graduated, a teacher” she said cheerily “isn’t it lovely to see young women achieving their dreams, look how happy she looks”. Mrs Falcone looked over at the table with a big smile as the women cheered their cocktails in celebration.
Steve nodded in approval “very lovely indeed”, his tone shifted as he looked over at the women again “give them a bottle of champagne from us, actually make it two. They’re a big group” he smiled up at her.
“Oh you boys” she ruffled their hair “such good boys” she clapped cheerily as she walked behind the bar and got the bottles along with 3 more whiskies for the men.
Once the bottles were taken over to the table the group of women looked over to the group of mobsters and giggled when the three men raised their glasses. The girl Sam winked at invited the boys over and who were they to say no to a table of gorgeous women.
Steve made sure to sit beside the teacher, a small smirk growing on his lips at the way she blushed.
“Congratulations, I’m Steve by the way”. He held out his hand to her and she gently shook it.
“Thank you, I’m Y/n” a small sweet smile graced her features before she got distracted by the commotion of the rest of the group introducing themselves.
Okay, I don’t usually celebrate this or something, and I don’t think I deserved it but thank you for the 4k!! Thank you for following me even though my post ain’t that great and cringy sometimes like I never expect it because I just do this for fun but seriously, thank you so so much. No more words can explain how happy I am. Thank you again and I love you guys so much!!
[sorry i’m not good with words but i am really happy so thank you for the bottom of my heart ]
