A/N:Masterlist + My inbox busting at the seams and I’m writing this that nobody asked for. BUT IM COMIN I SWEAR IM TRYIN IM TRYIN IM TRYIN
Summary: Steve handles big boy things on a call while handling you. Who says married couples don’t make time for each other?
“Hello?”
His palm held your hip tightly to keep you against him, caressing your swell of you ass, admiring the soft skin of his woman. With his thick thumb, he slid his finger down your slit coating his fingertip in your anticipation.
He didn’t know he could fall in love with different parts of you. But he did. That pretty face, prettier personality, and perfect pussy. This vacation would give him the time to do everything he needed to do, like pumping you so full of him - “Yes, this is Steve Rogers calling, my wife and I have a reservation for May beginning the third.”
Your hand slid down his leg as you waited, resting over his lap, legs spread open for your husband while he made some calls. You know how annoyed he can get so why wouldn’t you offer up a calming pastime. What kind of wife would you be if you hadn’t?
No matter how many times, day or night over the years experiencing that sweet wetness that leaked between your thighs thrilled him. He was a man, who loved a woman who loved that his heart wasn’t the only thing of hers he was trusted with.
“Yes, I’m calling because there was some type of mix-up with bedding. In the villa, we requested a King and a Queen sized bed.” My wife needs to be able to ride me as wildly as she likes, so when she’s hanging her head off the bed beautifully she has space to stretch her legs, so that when I’ve finished and have this pretty little thing - He circles your nub under his thumb the sunlight streaming in from the window in his office hitting you perfectly from the angle offering him just the right view of his favorite toy glistening. I want her to be able to leak like a faucet and be able to lay down and rest bath without needing a sheet change first.
Pressing your lips against his leg in an attempt to keep quiet while he stroked your clit. You held onto the arm of the chair to help keep yourself some sort of still.
“I’m sorry sir could you excuse me?” He pulled the phone away from his ear and mouth and held it far enough that the sound could be mistaken for anything and bent over to spit on your sex. “He brings the phone back to his ear, laughing. “I’m babysitting my nieces and nephews and they’re just running amok.”
He hummed places the phone between his neck and cheek, amusing himself by patting your slick opening with his fingers just watch to watch the sticky recoil. “Always so wet for me.”
“I’m sorry sir what was that?”
“Nothing, talking to the kids.”
In Steve’s silence to you, you filled in the words you know were guaranteed to have come from his mouth had he not been tied up in conversation.
You take me so well. “You fuck me so good.” While he watches his beefy fingers slide in and out effortlessly.
Think you can take some more sweetie? “Please.”
“Everything’s all cleared up?… Thank goodness. Appreciate all of your help… You too have a good one.” He clears his throat as he hangs up the phone. “Should I call the phone company next?”
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.
Steve went into the ice 70 years ago and left you, his wife, behind. Or so he thought. You were the woman behind the greatest soldier the world had ever known. You were Mrs. America. So what happens when you didn’t get left behind? Or rather what happens when you make a choice to try and save yourself from the heartbreak of losing your husband? You end up in the same time together, launched into the future. So how did you get here and what happens now?
Not read by anyone-mistakes my own. Non Canon compliant:
Tags: vi0lence, implied SH, implied A, and more,
but let’s try posting again so we don’t get lost in the void
Chapter 1: When you find my body……..
You were a woman frozen in time.
Literally.
Stuck in July of 1950, the Fourth of July, 1950 to be exact. Or rather, your body was frozen in time and you were asleep, in a glass coffin of sorts. Not really asleep but frozen in time, to wake up on July fourth of 2016, 66 years to be exact.
Why that year?
That wasn’t really the important part so long as to see how the future, how better the world would be. You were America’s Sleeping Beauty, the woman frozen in time, THE Mrs. America.
It had been a little over 5 years since your husband’s disappearance in the war. While he was the face of hope for the war front, you were the face of those left behind. He was to rally the troops, you were to rally the homemakers, the factory workers, and those who weren’t fit to fight. He sold war bonds, and you educated everyone on the importance of rationing, victory gardens, and turning over precious materials for the greater good. He was America’s hero, and you were its sweetheart.
After he disappeared, you were revered as America’s War Widow, a face that garnered sympathy from everyone. You were put on a pedestal as you were to push on through the grief to help America heal. And you did, for 5 years you helped push America into the post-war boom. To garner in the next decade of prosperity to the American people. And then an opportunity laid out before you, a choice that was yours to make, one that wasn’t hand-picked for you like the last 7 years, since 1943.
You made the choice to be America’s Sleeping Beauty, to wake up 66 years in the future, to bring a bit of 1950s America into the now modern day. A former Nazi scientist turned American Government asset had proposed this idea to S.H.I.E.L.D., to Colonel Philips and Peggy Carter and the other’s in charge of S.H.I.E.L.D., your bosses. They kept you as an asset to keep America safe, a front to hide behind. A public face to prop up, and the American people at it up.
You pitched the idea back to them after the prospect of putting someone to sleep this way was presented to all of you. The idea that you could be America’s Leading Lady, a gift to future America, one that knew of peace. Another way that people could rally behind you, behind S.H.I.E.L.D. and a better world. And you pitched it at the perfect time, they were just about ready to determine how to terminate your position, how to phase you out so that America could essentially move on from the war completely. They knew the American people wouldn’t want to give you up just like that, but this was an opportunity for all parties.
So you did his initial testing, the baseline health tests, ones that you would be compared to once you woke up. This wasn’t something that had ever been done before successfully on humans. Encased in a specialized glass coffin designed by the scientist, and engineered and built by Howard Stark. And you were to be presented at the Stark Expo just a day later. The hope was that if it wasn’t successful, you weren’t going to be too rotted yet if it did kill you. You knew the potential risks, and if you were to die by this procedure, it would be better than chucking yourself off a cliff, which is how you felt underneath your perfect mask since your husband’s disappearance. But America’s Sweetheart committing suicide was not an option, a tragic science experiment was.
Your hope was that when you woke up they would know where Steve was, even if they had already buried his body, you would have closure. You would also be farther removed in time that you may have a chance to move on. There was also a fail-safe if Steve were to somehow magically appear. You could be woken up early with the right set of sequences, to join him in life again.
The base of your resting place held the information needed to wake you up, the tests that needed to be performed, and your luggage packed with your things as if you weren’t taking a 66 year trip into the future, and more or less as if you were to be taking a trip to California from New York. But Stark had the idea to keep that all airtight, perfectly preserved like the day it was put in there. The coffin would start its wake-up sequence at 11:45 AM on July 4, 2016, and you were to be awake at noon. No matter what.
You had dreamed that if this were to be successful, that you were to be put on display at the Smithsonian for all to look upon until you were to wake, that there would be some grand ceremony, after all you were America’s Sleeping Beauty.
But here you were, encased in dust in a bunker on an Army base all but forgotten about. Your display, explaining your life and your dreams surrounded you. The coffin had no need for external power, which was a good thing because the breakers were turned off down here. It was like you were moved here temporarily and were completely forgotten about. As if you had never existed. Today was June 23th, 2016, and today was the first day anyone has seen you in over 30 years.
Just 36 years after you were put to sleep you were forgotten about in the American Eye. You had captured the heart of the nation, you were the face that Americans held on to with such reverie, but you were a blip on the timeline in retrospect. Well, many products still had your face on them, posters and classic Americana did too. When children ask who you were, their parents would remember you fondly, but never had the answer to the question as to what happened to you. As they remembered to know who you are, just a moment later you were forgotten about. No one searched for you. That was, until today, or rather, the search for you had started officially just a few months prior.
But today was the day that this bunker that was your home was to be finally searched. By three men, two whom you knew from childhood. They seemed to be frustrated, running out of options, running out of places to look as they opened the doors in this bunker, room after room sat as if someone just locked the doors one day and never came back, which was actually what had happened. You were the last door, the last bit of hope, but what they stumbled upon wasn’t what they thought.
Steve was the one who entered the room first after the three men made the decision that he should be the one to open the door, the last door of hope in finding you. They knew the weight of what could be held behind the door. But until it was open, they didn’t know if you were there.
Your room wasn’t like the other offices that they had been finding. Of course, you were in a glass coffin and the room around you held the panels of your life, telling your story, or at least a glorified version of it. It seemed to belong to a museum, not some dusty bunker on an army base forgotten about to be left to crumble.
But as Steve entered the room he was frozen. The dim still working filament lightbulbs cased a pitiful glow about the room, the coffin was encased in dust, even with his super-soldier eyesight, he could see what looked to be a body, but no detail more under the thick layer of grime. Bucky and Sam entered behind him but in an instant, Steve took two large steps forward before he could caution himself against it he wiped away at the head of the case.
You were just like the day he last saw you, save for the peaceful look of sleep. He could have sworn at the lack of light in the room for not giving him a better view of your face. He was entranced to see his wife, his best girl, seemingly asleep before him, not aged a day.
His angel.
Even if you weren’t alive, if there was no chance of saving you, he was grateful that you were preserved in this way. He would have sold his soul just to see you once more.
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.
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: Bucky and Steve brand their best girl. Word Count: Over 6.6k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), spitroasting, threesome, dirty talk, tension, possessive behavior, porn with feels (it’s me, c’mon), tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?) A/N: Welcome back to my tattoo AU! Have you missed them? I know I have! Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby but any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely! Banner created by yours truly, but Bucky and Steve photos were provided by the talented @nix-akimbo ! This AU wouldn’t exist without them. Divider by the beautiful @firefly-graphics and banners by the lovely @vase-of-lilies. And thanks to @lookiamtryingand@drabblewithfrannybarnes for our new reader nickname.
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It was a beautiful day as you sat between Bucky and Steve in Thor’s truck, gazing through the windshield as the three of you drove through town. The boys had just finished setting up your new dining room table and Thor was kind enough to let them use his truck to pick it up and deliver it from the store. Ever since you moved into their place, they had done everything in their power to make the place more like your own. That included upgrading some of the furniture, which you tried to talk them out of in the beginning. You didn’t want them turning their home upside down for you. They, of course, argued that it was your home now, too.
NAVYYYY I’m a mess right now! In more ways than one but I feel like that’s to be expected with your stories hehe. I love this trio so much and watching their relationship grow has been amazing. I literally started crying when they started talking about what she meant to them and the tattoos and then the whole ending, I fucking melted I also really like the way you incorporate what she’s thinking too, showing her excitement and fear and nerves, I think it’s great! AHHHHHHHH I’M A WRECKKKKK
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: a lil rundown of what you and steve do before going to bed!
a/n: i jus want chris to snuggle me while falling asleep ;—;
normally before you and chris goto bed you’re laying on the couch or sitting in his lap, catching up on whatever show you’re currently binging
chris is usually the one still watching while you’re all snuggled up wrapped in a blanket half asleep or on your phone scrolling through instagram or sumin
once the episode ends, he’ll gently pat you, letting you know he’s ready to head to bed
“c’mon dodger let’s get to bed buddy”
the pup would be laying with you, instantly hopping off and searching for what lion he wants to bring
you and chris always place your bets, him winning most of the time
which ends up in you pouting “not fair” crossing your arms
but you get over it quickly when he peppers your face in kisses and mumbles “next time you’ll get it i know you will”
while you head to the bedroom with dodger chris always walks through the house locking all the doors, checking everything is secure bc he must protecc
meanwhile, you’re throwing your clothes on the floor, searching for a shirt (most likely his) to wear to bed before going to the bathroom
chris joins you, grabbing his toothbrush while he watches you do your skincare routine
this is when you try to continue to encourage him to try a bit of it
“baby c’mon this will hydrates your skin, plus it’s anti-aging”
“are you saying i’m looking old?”
“shut up, you know you don’t look old. not even close”
“mhmm”
when you’re not looking, chris tries the product because he secretly is insecure about the fact that he’s at the end of his 30s but doesn’t want you to know
you finally brush your teeth, chris hugging you from behind, peppering kisses on your shoulder while rubbing your sides
he’ll look at you in the mirror, giving a goofy smile. “‘m love you. i’ll meet you in bed, honey”
chris basically peels off all his clothing before hopping into bed, getting in a couple pages of his current read with dodger laying on him
when you come out, you see your favorite view
your amazing sweet loving boyfriend sprawled on the bed with a book in hand with his fur baby on his chest in the glowing light of the lamp next to him
it makes your heart swell and stomach flutter at how you got so lucky to have chris in your life
before seeming like a creep, you join the two in bed, plugging your phone in and crawling under the blankets
“cuddle me please, bub” you mutter to him, turning to lay on your side
“let me finish this, give me a second, sweetheart.” his voice would be all raspy and deep from not speaking for a bit, giving you a warm smile before finishing the page he was on
once he was done, he’d set the book down and turn off the light before opening his side for you
immediately you curl up next to him, laying your head right on his chest, face to face with a sleepy dodger as chris rubs your back
he presses chaste kisses to your hairline, shutting his own eyes
“is your book good?” you ask tiredly, shutting your eyes as your soothed by the sound of his heartbeat and his calloused fingers running along your spine
“i’d say so. just started it but i think’ll be good”
you’d hum, sighing softly. “thats good to hear”
the two of you chat about random things as you get sleepier with each minute that goes by. eventually chris knows when you’re about to fall asleep
when he does, he whispers against your forehead a “g’night, ‘m love you”
“love you” you mumble into his skin before eventually drifting off to sleep, breathing in the sweet scent of his now very faded cologne of whatever contents were still clinging to his skin
at one point he’ll roll you onto your side, tucking the blanket right under your chin how you like it before moving dodger lower on the bed to crawl under the blankets himself
before he shuts his eyes, he looks at your sleeping figure smiling to himself gently before finally going to sleep himself
he cant wait to see his girl and little buddy the next time he opens his eyes first thing in the morning <3333
Disclaimer:The content which is displayed below holds themes that are considered mature, minors are not to interact, thank you
Pairing: nomad!steve rogers x female reader
Summary:Working alongside Steve meant following a lot of orders, however this didn’t mean you had the obligation of obeying these orders – Steve didn’t like this. This leads to a lot of unsaid words, emotions and thoughts between you two.
Warning:Angst, fluff, smut – mdom!steve rogers, slight fdom from y/n, teasing, seggual tension, ooc steve rogers, slight praise kink, use of the word slut, p in v (minors dni, you will be blocked).
“I told you not to leave your post. Why do you continue to go against everything I say?” Steve’s voice continued to bounce of the walls of the briefing room as he paced back and forth.
He had been ranting on about your latest mission, which you just got back from. Both of you were still in your attire from the mission.
“Wanda needed the reinforcement, if I stayed at my post – doing nothing, then the mission would’ve been compromised.” You stated calmly resting your hands on the table in front of you.
“That’s what you’re not understanding y/n, Wanda has powers, she could’ve taken care of herself. You on the other hand…” He stopped before he said something which would worsen the argument even more.
“What Steve? Why don’t you finish what you’re saying?” You folded your arms and looked at him with a raised brow.
He released a sigh and pinched his brow but winced when he remembered the deep cut on it. He didn’t mean for to insinuate anything.
“Look y/n, I just didn’t want anyone to get hurt.”
“And no one did, we managed fine.”
Steve’s eyes directed itself to yours and then to your side.
He knew.
He saw you wincing when Sam nudged your side as you made your way off the quinjet limping.
“Lift up your shirt for me.” He said walking towards where you were seated.
You stared at him challengingly, when he raised a brow, you gave in and did as he said.
His eyes were met with a gash which painted the left side of your torso in red. He bent down till he was at your level and gently traced his fingers along the gash. Goosebumps erupted at the feel of his fingers.
You watched as he clenched his jaw and looked up at you.
“This is why I give you orders.” He whispered.
You didn’t say anything, afraid at how he may react.
“We need to get you to the med bay.” He moved your chair forward and put his one hand under your legs whilst the other went to support your back.
“I can walk there just fine.” You said as he stood up with you in his arms.
“You were limping off the quinjet, there’s no way I’m letting you walk to the med bay.” He stated beginning to walk out of the briefing room.
By now everyone had been in their rooms cleaning up and having a rest, which made the compound more quiet than usual. Once at the med bay, he let the nurses tend to you. He waited there the entire time.
Dr. Helen had informed Steve that the gash at your side wasn’t anything to be worries about and would eventually turn into a bruise, but it’ll be okay in a few weeks. He declined Helen’s help to tend to the cut on his eyebrow, claiming he needed to ensure you were taken care of first.
“Alright, c’mon.” He said helping you off the bed and onto your feet.
“I can walk this time, Captain.” You insisted, pushing his hand away.
He took note of the use of ‘Captain’ – which to him let it be known that you were still angry.
“Steve.” He said and put his hand at the small of your back guiding you to your room.
The walk to your room was silent, he waited in your room as you showered.
When you got out of the bathroom, he diverted his eyes away from you as you changed by your closet. He tried his best to divert his mind away from the thought of your body, even though you two shared many moments together.
Once you were dressed, he turned to make his way to his room, but stopped at the call of his name.
“Yes?” He responded turning back to you.
“Come here.” You motioned your head to the couch in your room as you took out your first aid kit from your nightstand.
“You don’t have to-“
“Come here.” You repeated yourself, your voice sterner this time.
He made his way to the couch and sat down, resting his back against the back of the couch.
The couch was low enough so that he was at waist level for you, although his wound was on the opposite side of where you were. The slight movement of you bending over made you gasp in pain.
Steve’s hands made its way to your waist to sturdy you.
“I told you not to.”
You straddle him as you clean the cut, it wasn’t something out of the ordinary. There were many moments where you and Steve had been in the position you were in. However, this time it felt different to the both of you.
The cut was deep, but not deep enough to need stitches.
“It was stupid of you to not get this checked out when we were at the med bay.” You dabbed the cottonwool on his eyebrow a bit too hard, making him wince causing you to pull back and move your hips in the process.
Steve could feel you press against him, the movement of your hips made him start to grow hard.
“You were hurt” He stated gazing from your eyes to your lips.
You roll your eyes at his words and go back to cleaning his wound.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you with my words earlier.” He said letting his hands massage your waist up and down.
“I know.” You give him a small smile.
“I care about yo-, the team.”
Although his words were meant to be thoughtful, you couldn’t help but feel a sting that he changed his words at the last moment.
“You best be on your way then… to get some rest!” You went to move from straddling him, but his hands tightened at your waist pulling you back down into his lap.
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I do.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile.
Steve gently lifted you off him like it was nothing.
He got up from the couch and made his way to the door, you watched him from where you were, with the first aid kit still in hand.
“Good night y/n.” He said walking to your door.
“Good night.”
And with the closing of the door, he was gone.
The next day Steve hardly acknowledged you. At breakfast he sat the furthest away from you, when you went to talk to him, he dismissed you saying he was needed in a meeting with Tony.
He’d basically did everything he could to avoid you.
At night he would normally come to your room, talk for a little – which would result in him sometimes sleeping in your room, but that night he hadn’t come to your room.
After that, you didn’t try to interact with him.
This behaviour continued for the rest of the week.
Avoiding you at training, making excuses to not talk to you and keeping away from you entirely. Although that never stopped the two of you from looking at each other longingly. There was nothing but Steve’s own thoughts stopping him from talking to you.
The idea that he needed to stay away from you in order to keep his professional life and personal life from mixing had solidified in his mind.
You were causing him to feel things he had been trying to keep away from.
Being Captain America to him meant committing to helping his country to the best of his ability, and for that to happen he couldn’t be emotionally involved with you.
It was now Saturday morning, Steve had been sitting and pondering on these thoughts when you walked into the livingroom where he, Natasha and Bucky were sat.
“Any plans for this weekend y/n?” Natasha asked as you walked into the room.
Your eyes met Steve’s briefly before looking to Natasha’s.
“I’m having dinner tonight with someone.” You said only intending for her to hear, although thanks to Steve’s super hearing, he heard it too.
“Is that so? And whom might the lucky gentlemen be?” Natasha said happy at the news.
“Someone I met this week through training.” You answered sitting down on the couch next to her.
Steve looked in your direction at the mention of that. He usually was the one to train with you. So, if it weren’t for him avoiding you this week, then you wouldn’t be going to dinner with someone tonight.
He continued to listen to your conversation with Natasha and took note of the time you would leave for your date.
“Something wrong Steve?” Bucky asked once he realised Steve hadn’t been listening to what he was saying.
“No, everything’s just fine.” He grumbled while looking to you.
Towards the afternoon, you were looking for Natasha to ask her opinion on your dress for your date when you heard Steve and Bucky talking.
“I don’t know why you’re doing this. You both clearly like each other.” Bucky said with a sigh.
“Because Bucky, its too dangerous. I care too much about y/n to involve her in the trouble that may come with me being Captain America.”
“No one is going to hurt her. She’s more skilled than I am in combat, and she has a whole team of assassins, spies and superhero’s looking out for her all the time.”
It was in that moment Steve realised that maybe, just maybe allowing himself to be with you isn’t a bad thing.
“Maybe you’re right Buck.” You heard him say softly.
You walked away from the conversation with an idea in your mind. An idea that would make Steve Rogers surely lose his mind.
The time for your date was nearing and you were almost finished getting ready. A knock at your door caught you attention as you were trying to zip up your dress.
You were in the bathroom and called out loud for whoever it was to come in.
In your bathroom were big mirrors which allowed you to be able to see who it was behind you.
“Steve?” You said his name.
“Hi.” He greeted, letting his eyes roam your body.
“You look beautiful.” He said walking up behind you, till his front was pressed against your back.
You watched him in the reflection of the mirror as he let his hands settle on your hips.
When he came to your room, it was his intention to speak to you and let you know the reason behind his recent behaviour.
“Is this what you’re wearing for your date?” He asked, with a hint of anger in his tone.
“Yes.” You replied shakily as his one hand made its way to your exposed back.
Your skin was smooth on his fingertips, Steve felt himself grow hard at the thought of what you would feel like against his body, writhing beneath him in pleasure.
“Do you mind zipping up my dress?”
His eye’s met yours in his reflection.
He moved your open hair to the side and traced his fingers from your collar bone to your back.
The zip seemed so little in his fingertips as he zipped you up.
“Is that alright?” He asked huskily.
You nodded in response.
Your body pressed into his, letting your butt press against his hard cock.
His reaction surprised you as his fingers made their way around your neck, squeezing gently.
“You don’t know what you do to me.” He murmured while pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head.
“Is that so?” You ask.
It wasn’t often that you got to see this side of Steve. He was only ever physically affectionate when it was the two of you, late at night sharing a bed. You hadn’t yet crossed the boundaries of sleeping with each other. All you ever craved was each other’s affection and warmth.
“Mmm-hmm.” He hummed.
You turn around slowly, his gaze on you is fixed and filled with lust. You make the bold move of trailing your hands down his chest and to his jeans.
“If you really wanted me to know what you’d do to me, you would’ve shown me by now.” Your hands moved in a slow motion teasing his cock through his jeans.
He moaned at the contact; this was the furthest you two had gotten in terms of being physical.
“You make it hard for me to keep control around you princess.” The nickname made you smile; your hand movements hadn’t stopped – in fact Steve was now beginning to thrust his hips into your hand.
“I would let you do whatever you want to me. Fuck me till I’m senseless, make love to me till I’m begging you to stop… but it’s too bad that our interests lie in different places.”
You stopped all movement and stepped away from him.
Looking to you in a confused daze, he watched as you walked out of the bathroom and into your room to retrieve your purse.
“Thank you helping me with my dress Steve, but I should get going. I wouldn’t want to be late.” You walked towards the door and opened it, you looked back to him – he was now stood in your room watching after you with desire.
The truth was you hadn’t really gone for your date. When you overheard the conversation between Bucky and Steve you cancelled the date and set about a new plan.
You knew what Steve was going to do; besides Bucky, you were the only other person to know him like the back of your hand.
You informed Natasha to be the one to tell him where your supposed date was going to be. Like a man on a mission, you saw him walk into the bar looking around for you.
As soon as he spotted you, he walked in your direction. There you were sat, with a glass in your hand.
As he neared, you set the glass on the bar top and leaned on your elbows as your supported your head up.
“Took you long enough.” You murmured.
“Where’s your date?” He asked.
“He just arrived.”
You motioned for the bartender to come your way, you ordered Steve’s favourite drink – even thought you knew it wouldn’t affect him one bit.
“Take a seat.” You patted the chair next to yours.
He listened to you and sat down.
“So, what are you going to be having for dinner?”
That’s when it registered in Steve’s mind.
“You little minx.”
The waiter took your menu’s away. Steve hadn’t stopped gazing at you the entire time.
“We have a lot to talk about.”
“We do.” You agreed.
His blue eyes meet yours; he takes that moment to really look at you, the women he’s come to feel so much for.
“I’m sorry for how I’ve been towards this week.” He explained shaking his head briefly.
“I accept your apology… I genuinely thought I’d done something to push you away from me, and that’s the last thing I’d ever want.” You said in honesty.
“You could never do anything to push me away.” He reached forward and took your hand in his, “I thought my choice would be the best thing for us.”
He took a moment to form the right words to say.
“I always had this idea in my head that love had to wait. I’m too consumed in the life of being Captain America. Steve Rogers barely exists to me anymore.” His tone was low as he said this.
It was hard for him to admit, being a part of S. H. I. E. L. D had taken its toll on Steve. His been playing the role of a superhero for so long that he could barely recognize himself.
“Steve Rogers exists to me. The boy from Brooklyn who wanted to help those who needed it most, I see him in you every day.” You assure him.
“Sometimes its not a bad thing to be selfish. You of all people have earned that choice.”
This is why Steve feels the way he does towards you. You always knew the right things to say.
“Everyone I’ve ever cared about has been affected by this. Peggy, Bucky – the whole team, which is why I thought by pushing you away I would be keeping you safe.” He explained giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
“You don’t need to push me away. I’m here, always.”
“I know princess, and I realised that I’d rather have you close to me than far away.” In that moment the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.
“So, what did you think about my plan on you?” You asked leaning on your door.
“I liked your plan, especially the beginning of it.” He rested his hand on the wall behind you, trapping you against his body.
“Is that so?” You asked with a raised brow.
He smirked at your words and brought his lips to yours.
This kiss was something you both have craved since the moment you knew life would be dull without the other. Steve knew the moment his lips touched yours that there was no going back on how he felt for you.
“I love you so fucking much.” He murmured against your lips, bringing his hand up to touch your face.
“I love you too.” You giggle as he trails kisses from your kisses from your lips to your neck.
“I don’t think Tony would appreciate the PDA if he were to check the camera’s.” Your eyes go to the camera in the corner pointed in your direction of the hallway.
“We need more privacy then.”
He clasped your room doorknob in his hand, very clumsily opening it while trying not to break contact from you as he kisses you.
Once successfully in the room, you put your hands on his broad shoulders to briefly pull him away you.
“I want you to do whatever you want with me.” You stated referring to your conversation from earlier.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“More than I’d ever been before.” You smile as he lifts you off the ground before you can even finish your sentence.
“The number of times I’d wish to have you beneath me in this bed.” He said settling you down on the bed carefully to not hurt your injury from the mission.
“Show me then.” You said boldly.
Steve’s mind couldn’t form a response as he began to start undoing your dress and getting rid of his attire.
“Your body is something only angels would carve so perfectly.” He growled out while gazing down at you.
You were perched up on your elbows, in nothing – naked to Steve’s roaming eyes.
“I could say the same about you.” You say biting your lip at the sight of him.
He smirked at your expression and situated himself between your legs.
“This is all yours.” He said taking your hand in his to trail down his body. His hand settled yours on his hard cock. You gasp at how hard he is – Steve’s size was enough to have you unconsciously roll your eyes to the back of your head.
“You do this to me.” He said taking note of your hungry eyes.
His fingers made their way to your pussy, “So fucking wet for me already.”
You moaned at the contact and bucked your hips forward, Steve chuckled at your movement.
“So impatient.” He teased you more by adding pressure to his fingers, “Lets see if I can make you cum like this.”
He teased your clit, moving his fingers in an 8 symbol. He picked up speed on it as your began to moan more and more louder.
“That’s it princess, let me hear you.” He encouraged, now teasing the entrance of your pussy with his fingers, in a slow motion his finger delved inside of you.
He hissed at the tightness you held around his index and middle finger.
“So fucking tight.”
You were getting close to your cumming as he left his thumb tease and occasionally circle your clit.
“I can feel you clenching on my fingers, you gonna cum for me princess? You gonna cum on my fingers?”
You nodded your head in response as he stared at your intently.
Your eyes soon rolled to the back of your head as his fingers still moved inside of you. Steve was laying small kisses on your cheek, calming you down from the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm.
When you refocused your eyes, you saw Steve now between your legs, moving his hand up and down his cock while looking at your body.
He let his tip tease your sensitive clit, smirking as you still moved your hips forward.
“You still want more hmm?”
He teased your clit by lightly slapping his tip against it.
“Beg for it.” He demanded in a stern tone.
“Please give me your cock Steve, I need to feel you.” You begged as you peered up at him.
Your words seem to do something to him as he took his tip and slowly entered you.
A gasp escaped your lips as he stretched you open.
“Slowly baby, we’ll go slow.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as his hips moved more towards yours.
The sting of having his big cock in you was enough to make the pain pleasurable.
He didn’t stop till his pelvis met yours, completely making you feel full of him.
“You’re doing so good for me.” He praised.
When he went to pull back, he didn’t move back completely – he was still deep inside you when he thrusted forward.
He continued this sweet torture till you were clenching around him.
“Faster Steve, please.” You gasped out with his hand around your neck.
He didn’t waste time picking up his pace. The only thing that could be heard in the room were the slapping of your skin against one another, the moans coming from you and Steve and lastly the slight hitting of your headboard against the wall.
With each thrust Steve was going faster and harder. He went from making sweet love to you, to full on fucking you like his dirty little slut.
“Steve- fuck. Cumming.” Was all you managed to get out as your orgasm hit you.
Steve was moaning into your neck as his own orgasm hit him. He kept the same pace and motion as he came in you. He only stopped when the pleasure became too much, and his cock was sensitive.
He moved back and laid his forehead against yours, looking deep into your eyes. In that moment there was nothing else in your world except you, Steve and the love you had for one another.
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.
I Know Exactly Where This Leads - Steve Rogers (Smut) (One Shot)
Summary: Congratulations to Tiff @barnesafterglow on hitting 1k, this my submission for her #all’s well writing challenge. Honestly songs always set the pace for how my piece goes and the delicious combination of taylor swift and marvel just has me highly motivated. The song I have picked is style - taylor swift, 1989, the lyric is “I should just tell you to leave, cause I,”. I had so much fun writing this and listening to Taylor.I hope you enjoy reading! (this piece delves off course to the events post civil war)
Pairing:Steve Rogers x fem!Reader
Warnings:Smut 18+ Minors DNI, angst, fluff, Steve is a good dom regularly checking in, praise kink, size kink, swearing, edging the reader, oral fem receiving, also mr. steve rogers is a filthy filthy dirty talker and it shows here, aftercare, spoken feelings(gets a lil angsty), nomad steve (idk if this is a warning)
Returning back home during the late hours, there is a sense of calm. No one else is awake, and thoughts, those can finally crash away.
You take off the jacket, stolen from him. Before he left, left you all alone. You walk through the apartment, grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen.
A figure shifts across the living room, “Who the fuck is there?” You move along the wall demanding an answer; hand trying to find the light switch.
Strong hands grab your waist just as you turn the lights on and form a fist to punch the intruder.
Your raised right hook stops midway. Mischievous blue eyes, crinkle with mirth as they gaze into your own.
Steve.
“What the fuck, Steve?” You’re nothing short of bewildered. For all you knew he was supposed to be gone with the wind. Undercover. Unseen. A Nomad.
“I can’t return to see my best girl?” He raises an eyebrow.
“The best girl you left?” You question voice full of defiance.
“Doll, you sided with him.” Steve feels the distaste in his mouth at the memories that surged.
“You could have told him.” You argue again, Steve’s grip on your hips tightens.
“Doll, I’m not here to talk about bygones.”
You gaze up at him confused, he steps closer, you feel the heat of his chest against yours, your palms on his biceps.
“I’m here for you.” Steve’s voice is in the deep baritone, that he always uses to coax you, that whispers dirty nothings into your skin.
Summary; you wait for Steve at a small diner. It doesn’t end gracefully. Set in 1950s era.
Warnings: mentions of cheating
“I was starting to think you stood me up,” with Steve written for @honestly-dontknow from this prompt challenge of mine. It was supposed to be a fluffy prompt but ofc I somehow made it angsty. Oops.
Pairings: Steve Rogers x female reader
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A finger swirled in a circled as it plunged into the milkshake in front of you. You sat alone in the diner, the tips of your shoes grazing against the tile beneath you. Humming to the song coming from the jukebox in the corner, you glanced outside; a few couples were scattered about, lounging in the hoods of their cars if seated on their motorcycle.
Warning(s): Size kink, daddy kink, service dom!Steve Rogers.
Word Count: 887
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YOUR POV
Finally, you and Steve were taking the big step. Penis in Vagina sex, or just P in V. Steve was particular about things like that. It was always just oral and hand stimulation for you. Yeah, you only. Never him. He only ever wanted to please you.
Sometimes, he would make you cum at least five times in an hour. His fingers just curled inside of you so nicely, hitting your g-spot with a force and precision that your own smaller fingers could never manage. And your clit? Oh…Steve was well informed on how to treat a clit.
Between rolling, rubbing, and lightly smacking it, he made you even more sensitive and responsive than you ever thought would be possible.
You thought maybe his aversion to fucking you or letting you see his cock was for religious and/or self conscious reasons. Until you saw him. Whether or not the serum had an effect on his member, you didn’t know. But you did know that it was long, thick, and throbbing.
The head of his cock was in perfect (huge) proportion to the rest of his length, a perfect red mushroom head with a few veins trailing up the shaft. His balls were so heavy and round, presumably full of hot cum ready to impregnate you.
“Y/N…” he trailed off when he saw your wide eyes. His dick had sprung out, slapping him on the hardness of his abs. “Do you understand why now?”
You could only nod in response, reaching out a hand to lightly trail your fingers from base to tip. Steve shuddered, grabbing your wrist.
So he was pent up, evidently. Did he never masturbate? You guessed not, since you two did sleep in the same bed. Maybe he did it in the shower…but he took military style five minutes ones.
You were right, Steve rogers was sexually frustrated™️.
“Please—“ The plea left your lips, Steve swallowed lightly.
“I just need to be inside of you, baby,” he replied, reaching out to hold your face with his big hands, pressing his lips to yours softly. You nodded, stripping your underwear off and laying down for him.
“Y/N, I need to prep you first,” he shook his head. “If I tried to push inside of you before that, you might just break in half.” You laughed, but his expression stayed the same serious one as before.
“Then get me ready for you, daddy,” you smirked, causing him to grab your thighs, yanking you down to the edge of the bed. His tongue licked you from your entrance to your clit, sucking the growing nub in his mouth to cause your cunt to contract.
“I need—“ you were cut off by Steve pushing one finger inside of you.
“Baby girl, daddy knows what you need,” he curled it, making a ‘come here’ motion with it as you began to cream on his finger. “Look at that, already so wet.”
He continued his preparation, finishing off when you came around three of his fingers. Thrice.
“Okay, I’m going to get lube,” his cheeks turned pink.
You felt the cool substance around your pussy before watching him stroke his jumping cock to thoroughly apply the lubricant. He began to rub the tip up and down your folds.
“Sweetheart, if it gets to be too much at any time, tell me. It’s never too late to stop. I don’t want to hurt you, but it’s going to hurt at the beginning. Daddy will be as gentle as possible,” he smiled softly, pecking your nose.
He began to push in, the head being the widest part of his cock, and the hardest to get in. You gritted your teeth, bracing yourself. He stopped.
“Uh uh, baby. If you brace yourself, it only makes you tighter. I need you to relax. Here, breathe in,” he lined himself up with you again. “Now breathe out,” he instructed. You did as he said, and once you breathed out, he pushed inside of you.
The entire head of him was now inserted, and you were seeing stars.
“Look at you baby—taking daddy’s big cock. Such a good girl,” he pushed in, but not all the way. “I can’t get any further inside. Looks like this pretty little pussy is too small for my dick,” he smirked.
You teared up, the intensity of everything making your eyes roll back into your head. “S-Steve—you’re so—big…”
“I know, princess. I know, but look at you,” he put your legs over his shoulders, getting a couple centimeters deeper inside of you. “Dammit, I’m not going to last—“
“Language—“ you laughed somehow, the movement making you squeeze around him.
“Hush—fuck I’m cumming!” Two more thrusts was all it took. Suddenly, you felt thick, warm semen shoot deep inside of you. And there was a lot of it. Steve groaned, his balls pressed against the roundness of your ass, slapping into you as he continued to thrust.
Your own orgasm came soon after, with help as Steve rubbed your clit quickly. You came down from your highs, looking at each other with love.
“You were so good, sweetheart. I love you so much,” he moved your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead. You collapsed into his chest, tracing his skin.
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: And suddenly, it feels like he’s watching himself from the corner of the room. Like he’s floating overhead and he can see the past and present and future and the impending sense of doom that is always hovering over this truly fuckedaffair. Steve knows this can’t happen again. It’s got to be the last time—it does.
Warnings:Rough sex, Steve marinating in his many feelings, language, etc.
A/n: I’m a whole year late but here it is. We’re working up to some Sad Hours but until then, look at that, more angry sex. 3.2k words. Thanks for reading and waiting and sorry!
Most people don’t give Steve enough credit. They take one look at him—all big and blonde—and they forget: Captain America may be a steel bruiser on the outside but he’s wicked smart, too.
He’s a master tactician, priding himself on the ability to fluently run point. He knows all the entrances and exits, where to duck in a firefight, where to move all the chess pieces down to the millimeter— the split atom second. He knows the plays, runs them like nothing in his head.
Granted, this only works when the pieces follow directions, and he’s got one shitty rook that won’t stop fucking up his day.
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.
A/n I might do another version of this . Since it wasnt what I planned for this song but I came out this way anyway . I like the story but I have another one in mind of this song
Remember to send in a song request along with a character ❤
We could leave the Christmas lights up ‘til January
This is our place, we make the rules
And there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear
Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?
Its hasn’t quite been twenty seconds or twenty year . But long enough for me and steve to finally get our place together. We havnt been here long late August. And our little nest has already seen the change of season quite quickly with as soon as September rolled around the Halloween decorations were up. It didnt take much convincing since steve loved the holiday.
But as 31st of October past and November the 1st came forward I knew my work was cut out of me .
“ please stevie . Pretty please ” I said looking up wrapped up in his arms on the stairs giving my best puppy dog eyes .
“No . It ain’t gonna work ” steve shut his eyes shaking his head trying to avoid your eyes
“But …. please ”
“No doll . The boxes are going up and nothing it coming down . No Santas or reindeer until the 1st of December ” steve said sternly
“But that agesssss a way "I whined like a kid . What can I say I love Christmas well any holiday really
Steve took a deep breath and step away from me . Picking up the box on the floor filled with skulls ,bones and black and orange decor .he began to clime the ladder to the loft whispering to himself "no happening. Not happening. It was literally Halloween yesterday ”
Can I go where you go?
Can we always be this close forever and ever?
And ah, take me out, and take me home
You’re my, my, my, my lover
As I stood there staring at the ground waiting for steve . I knew he wouldnt let me put the decorations up . I mean it November shops are selling Christmas stuff why cant I put it up ! I’m not waiting a month ! I softly yet firmly stamped my foot like a child . Quickly glancing up to see if steve notice he doesnt like it when I’m a brat . But what do u expect me to be like when I want Christmas and his been a grinch .
Yet I couldn’t find it in me to be angry with him . His been so patient he waited months for me to finally agree to a date and then took things slow with me . But when one night randomly in his room he said he wanted a place of our own . I freaked out and avoided him for days until we talked and he said he was happy for to wait for me to make a decision . It didnt take me long tho . I knew steve was the one . He will always be my lover . That’s why I dont think I wanted to rush things but to make them perfect . But the thought of a place all mine and steve warned my heart I couldn’t wait. I ran into the compand kitchen one day shouting 'yes ’ everyone thought we were gonna get married . But no I said yes to a place of our own , where the walls would have our favourite colour and our pictures. Decorations when ever I want . Apparently not
We could let our friends crash in the living room
This is our place, we make the call
And I’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you
I’ve loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all
Its wasnt until a heavy box fell at my feet with a thud that I snapped out of my thoughts looking down untill u saw the red tinsel picked out . I smile creeped on my face. Growing as I turned my head towards steve who was at the bottom of the ladder showing of his muscles as he held a larger box on his shoulder . With a final creek he was at the bottom and turned to face me . He had a frown on his face as he was clearly trying to hid his smile . He left the box on the ground and grabbed you with full force you fell over my own feel and right into his chest . His arms circled around me.
“Let’s make one thing clear ” Steve slowly said as his blue ocean eyes glance into mine .“this …” he pointed to the boxes “is only happening … this early … because it our first Christmas here ”
“Yes sir ” I said happily bouncing quite literally up and down with a wide smile on my face untill I was pushed all of a sudden to the wall behind me
“What the h…”
“What did you just call ?” Steve voice was stern yet playful .
“Umm ” my throat all of a sudden become very dry
“Now what do you say and say it right ” steve soft eyes where a contrast to his voice . It’s one of the many things you love about your lover for the last three years . Mainly why you will alway want to be with this man .its always somthing I know alot of people would want and do want . Even after three year and a house with the ring hidden in his drawers I cant help but still feel like he doesn’t actually want me because I know everyone falls to his feet so why pick me . But the though went as quickly as it came as I feel Steve’s lips getting closet to mine .
“Ummm thank you captain ”
Can I go where you go?
Can we always be this close forever and ever?
And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)
Steve quickly pulled away just before our lips met .
“Come on then ” the bastard had a smirk on his face as he looked down at him .I just hummed as a reply pissed of with me . “Dont you want to to decorate ” he bend his neck till he was eye level with me and did a playful pout . I quickly nodded and zoomed off to get a box .
You’re my, my, my, my lover
Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?
With every guitar string scar on my hand
I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover
My heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue
All’s well that ends well to end up with you
Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover
And you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me
And at every table, I’ll save you a seat, lover
The sky had turned black as me and steve finally sat down with a cup of hot chocolate for both of us . Mine with mashmalls of course. I sighted finally relaxing. I glanced around the room. Seeing the tall tree and the red and gold decor every way.
“Thank you stevie ” I spoke softly
“No thank you doll ”
My brows raised as I turned to face the handsome super solider “what for … you spend your day of helping me take down and put decorations ”
“That I did love … but maybe next time you shouldn’t let me have so much control over where to put put them ” steve said as he leaned toward and took my hot chocolate out of mine hand . He slightly titled his head up with a devilish smirk . I followed his eye light . Untill I saw a mistletoe hanging down . I small chuckle left his lips and he came closer to me. “It is traditionally after all ”
A small smirk was now placed on my face as I quickly got up and ran to the kitchen “not quite yet lover boy ” I giggled
Can I go where you go?
Can we always be this close forever and ever?
And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)
You’re my, my, my, my
Oh, you’re my, my, my, my
Darling, you’re my, my, my, my lover
His laughter boomed though out the halls as he slowly made his way towards me . “Ohh really ” he cockly said as he point above me once again. My heart sank as I looked up and saw yet another mistletoe.
“Oh you think your so clever dont you?”
“You know it darling ” he quickly stood in front of me with his hand framing my face and his lips touched my softly .
I softly sighed as we parted I must of looked pissed or sad or angry because Steve’s face quickly become worried. “What’s the matter doll . I’ll take them down if you..”
“No …no ” I quickly said
“Then what is it ?"he softly asked his hands moving to my waist .
"Can we stay this close forever ” I closed my eyes . Untill I heard a chuckle
“Forever and ever my lover , ”
“Really ” I looked up wide eyed .
“Of couse if you’ll have me that is ?” He looked a bit scared untill I placed a small peck on his pout .
Summary: Y/N comes to one of Tony Stark’s parties looking bad as ever after her breakup with Steve, as she should.
A/N: Remember ladies, you are that bitch forever and always :) Once again gave a her a good ass outfit to show Steve what he’s missing.
“Is he here?” Y/N checked her makeup in Natasha’s mirror. Romanoff put on her heels so they could leave the room.
“That was one of the dumbest questions you just asked Y/N.”
Y/N huffed, running her hand on her slick back.“I’m just nervous, I haven’t seen him in like 6 months.”
“You nervous? The Y/N Y/L/N is nervous to see Rogers? This so shocking.” Natasha remarked back, putting lipstick on her lips. Afterward, she bent over checking her phone. Y/N took that opportunity to smack her hand against Natasha’s ass making her yelp.
“Y/N!”
“I saw the opportunity and took it.”
Natasha rolled her eyes, rubbing her now throbbing ass. Y/N shrugged not bothered by her grumpiness.
“So you’re mad at me for doing but when Bruce does it, it’s alright? I demand equality!”
“Y/N hush.”
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Y/N walked in as the life of the party. All eyes were on her which she enjoyed to the max. “Excuse me.” She said nicely nudging against the large frame that stood in front of the bar. He wasn’t in the way but he wasn’t using the spot so Y/N wanted it.
“My apologies- Y/N?” Steve turned around to see his ex-girlfriend standing in front of him. She mentally cursed for not noticing that it was him.
“Hi, Steve.”
Y/N took in his features. He was larger since the last time she’s seen him. Steve’s beard was nicely groomed, his hair was a little bit longer, and he smelled wonderful. His nice looks were reeling her in and it took Y/N all her strength to not bring his sexy ass into a bathroom.
Steve was thinking the same thing. The way she was looking at him made his knees weak. “Y/N what are you doing here?”
“Well, I came to come party Stark style. Is that alright with you?” Y/N stood next to him, putting her weight against the bar. Steve bit his lip looking at her dress, she looked god damn amazing.
“Uh yeah, it’s alright with me. Y/N you look-”
“Steve, are you still coming to the dance floor?” He was cut off by Emma who is someone who has been wanting Steve forever. Y/N despises her because she was one of the reasons they broke up. “Oh Y/N I didn’t know you were here.”
“Yeah, I’ve been here for bout an hour now.” Y/N gave her a fake smile while the tension grew between the three. Steve scratched his neck out of awkwardness.
“Well, I’ll talk to you later Y/N.”
“No, he won’t, bye Y/N."Emma grabbed his hand, pulling him to the dance. Y/N turned around to the bartender, "Give me whatever strong.”
To admit, she was very jealous but Y/N didn’t want to show that Emma got under her skin. So she held her composure and did one thing that came here to do and that was to party.
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“Another!"Both Y/N and Thor yelled holding up their drinking glasses.’. She was placed directly in his lap, drinking as well. Steve watched in jealous how she was moving in Thor’s lap probably making him hard.
"Steve are you okay? You’re staring mighty hard.” Emma rubbed his hand but he moved back not taking his eyes off Y/N.
“I’m alright.”
Y/N went from drinking with Thor to letting guys lick alcohol from between her breast to dancing with any random guy on the dance floor. Steve watched it all.
“Woah calm down big guy, you’re going to break the glass."Bucky patted his back taking Steve out of his trance.
"I’m not, I just…” Steve sigh taking a sip of his alcohol. “I want to kill every guy that touches her Bucky but she isn’t mine anymore and Y/N knows what she’s doing.”
“You don’t go with Emma right?” Bucky sat down beside him. Steve scoff drowning the rest of his drink. “She’s obsessed with me and I don’t want her. I want and desire Y/N.”
Being the good best friend he is, Bucky gave him advice. “Go get your girl back man. You love and miss her dearly so get a shot of something strong then fuck the shit out of her. It’s a really simple plan.”
Steve narrowed his eyes at him, “She doesn’t want anything to do with me Bucky.”
“You don’t know that."Bucky slid him a shot of something that he didn’t recall. "Now go get your girl back.”
Without second thoughts, Steve took the shot then got up from the bar going over to Y/N on the dance floor. Bucky watched him like a proud parent.
Steve clenched his jaw seeing her ass grind against another dude’s package. “Y/N let’s go.” Y/N stopped dancing, tilting her head.
“What? Steve what are you doing??”
“You’re leaving with me."Steve grabbed her hand but the guy she was dancing with grabbed her waist.
"I think it’s pretty obvious that the woman doesn’t want to leave with you.” He said but Y/N looked at him confused too because who was he to take up for her. She didn’t even know who he was. Y/N pulled his hand off her waist, “Uhh excuse me sir, you don’t have anything to do with this so hush.”
“I was just trying to help you bitch.” He pushed Y/N which Steve didn’t tolerate. Without thinking, Steve punched him. Y/N gasp, covering her mouth.
Steve leaned down to him on the floor,“Disrespect my girl and I won’t hesitate to give you another black eye.” He stood up grabbing Y/N arm dragging her out of the party to the balcony. “This why I don’t like you wearing this without me Y/N.”
“You just punched some guy and you’re worried about what I’m wearing?!? You just embarrassed me, Steve!” Y/N snatched away from him, angry.
“Embarrassed you? Y/N you’ve been showing your ass all night like I wasn’t there.” Steve creased his brow, raising his voice a bit.
“Steve we aren’t together!!! I’m single! Get that through your head!"Y/N was now yelling at him. Steve shook his head.
"You’re not single Y/N. You’re mine.” He grabbed her waist pulling her closer to him. Y/N wasn’t going down that easy, she pushed against his strong chest but his grip stayed firm.
“Steve we broke up! I can do whatever the fuck I want!”
The couple stared into each other eyes, the way Steve looked at Y/N sent chills down her spine.“I will hurt any guy that looks at you or even tries to touch you. Every part of you belongs to me Y/N.” He kissed down her neck, knowing exactly where her sweet spot was.
“Do you understand me?”
Y/N moaned out in pleasure, running her hands through his hair. “Y-Yes.”
Steve’s large hand smacks against her ass. “Yes, what?”
“Yes,Daddy.”
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Y'all this took me too damn long to write lmaoo
I don’t really like it but oh well.
I should’ve written smut but my head hurt too damn bad to write anymore. To my girl @kalopsia-flaneur, here’s your possessive steve. I hope you like it cause ya girl attempted it.
-so it won’t be confusing, the eternal flame is now under Charmaine’s command so that mean if mazikeen say her trigger words she won’t fall back under mind control.-
4:30 a.m. Charmaine walked down the hallway to make some tea. “I hope there are some packets left.” She mumbled opening the cupboard seeing her favorite tea sitting on the bottom shelf.
After yesterday’s evening little incident, Charm and Bucky came home before the rest of the team. So she has yet to hold Morgan. Footsteps approaching the kitchen took her out of her thoughts.
“I thought I heard someone shuffling around down here.” Thor gave a small smile opening the refrigerator. “Couldn’t sleep?”
“No, and I don’t how I couldn’t even though yesterday I slept well.” Charm took her tea out of the beeping microwave. She grabbed some honey, pouring it into the cup.
“Did Barnes accompany you tonight?” Thor took some sliced pineapples and a bottle of water out of the fridge. Charm looked at him in disbelief.
“No. Bucky didn’t, he said he wanted to give me some space. I denied it plenty of time but he wouldn’t listen.” Charmaine still had a raised eyebrow at what Thor was eating. “I’ve been gone too long, when did you start eating that?”
She got excited leaning on the counter. “Is my Thor eating healthy now?? This is exciting!” Talking about something else other than what happened while she was kidnapped or her mental health made her happy. Thor laughs putting a piece of fruit in his mouth.
“In fact I am. I just wanted to uh..”
His smile widens thinking about something. That indicated to Charmaine that it was definitely a girl involved in this habit. “Omg Thor, you have to tell me everything!!”
He laughed but not too loud to wake everyone up while she grabbed his hand pulling him to the couch. The two began to talk about this amazing girl he met two weeks ago while he was out jogging. They had agreed on helping each other stay in shape. It was such a sweet story.
“Wait wait so you guys are going out for coffee in the next…” Charm checked the phone that Tony recently has bought her. “15 minutes.” She looked up at Thor to see if he needed to change anything.
“Let me fix your hair, Thor.”
His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Really? You’d do that?”
“Yes.”
8 minutes later Thor sat between Charmaine’s legs while she fixed his hair and braids. She was almost finished until she realized something was missing. “Thor where is Loki’s piece of hair so I can put it in?”
“You actually remember what I told you about that?”
“Yes, I heard everything.”
Thor held up the piece of hair shyly. When she was finished, his hair looked brand new. “Thank you so much, Charmaine. It’s so good to have you back.” Thor hugged her neck while they stood beside the elevator.
“You’re welcome Thor, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” She kissed his cheek. “Now go have fun on your date. I love you!”
Thor walked inside the elevator with a huge smile.“I love you more.”
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an hour later Charmaine sat on the couch, barely able to keep her eyes open. Steve walking into the living room made her jump awake.
“I didn’t mean to wake you Charm.”
“I wasn’t sleeping.”
“Charmaine I literally saw you sitting there with your eyes closed. I didn’t mean to startle you.” Steve walked into the kitchen grabbing some things for training. You know he didn’t have his shoes on.
Charmaine sigh rubbing her face hoping the sleepiness would leave. Truth be told, she was scared to sleep by herself. Scared that the nightmares would come back and this time she wouldn’t wake up. “I wasn’t asleep, I’m alright.”
Steve came over, standing beside her. When she looked at him, her eyes were red from the lack of sleep. “Charm go get you some sleep. Are you okay? Do you need help with anything?”
“Steve-”
“I’m serious Charm, you look tired and I want you to be okay.”
“I’m okay!” She yelled without even trying. Steve looked taken back.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep Charm.”
Charmaine rubbed her face, “No Steve I’m sorry for yelling.” Tears weld in her eyes, “I just…I just wanna go to sleep without the nightmares. At first, I wanted to be alone, away from everyone but now I’m terrified to be by myself, Steve.”
Steve grabbed her hand, making her stand up. He pulled her into a hug, “Let it out.” She broke down in his chest, letting out her frustration.“I’m here to help.”
With Charm still cling to his chest, Steve walked down the hallway to Bucky’s room. He knocked on the door. 3 minutes later Bucky scrambled to the door, opening it. It was still too early in the morning for him.
“Steve?”
Charmaine covered her face, walking towards Bucky. He wrapped his arms around her, “Charm? What’s wrong? What happened?”
Steve shook his head, “She needs you and to sleep. You’re not overwhelming her Bucky so don’t push her away.” He kissed her forehead then closed the door behind him.
“Hold me please,” Charm whispered and Bucky nodded. He got into bed and she laid on top of him with his arms wrapped around her waist. Soon Charmaine’s breathing started to even out.
Bucky watched her as she fell asleep, understanding why she wanted him to sleep with her.
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“Good Morning you,” Tony said sitting at the table. Lori sat on the couch rocking baby Morgan. Steve, Natasha, Thor, Peter, & Bucky sat at the table eating breakfast.
Charmaine gave him a small smile, going over to the refrigerator. Since she’s been back, the only person she hasn’t talked to is Tony.
It made him feel a certain way but he just wanted to give her enough space needed.
“Where is Alexis?” Charm asked getting out some apple juice but it went unanswered. Bucky paused his eating, going over to her. “Unt Unt get something to eat Charm.”
Charm rolled her eyes, “I don’t have an appetite right now. I just wanna sleep.” She grabbed a glass out of the cupboard.
Bucky grabbed a plate, putting cheese eggs, and sausage with toast. He went over to her spot at the table, sitting the plate down.
“Now eat.”
“Oh alright.” Charmaine rolled her eyes, grabbing the full glass and going to her seat. The food smelled delicious, and that made her appetite come back.
“You didn’t get any sleep Charm?” Steve raised an eyebrow. Charm nodded her head, eating on the eggs.
“I did. I’m just still tired.”
“So how you feeling Charm? Is everything okay since-”
Charmie cuts off Natasha before she could go any further.
“I’m alright, I promise you guys. Let’s not focus on me. I missed a huge part of everyone’s lives and I wanna know what I missed. Starting with you Peter!”
Thor looked at Bucky who just shook his head not ask.
Everyone noticed her weird behavior but just ignored it to keep her happy. “ We won the decathlon. Ned and I finished our big star wars lego set.”
“That’s so cool. I wanna see it.” Charm leaned forward intrigued. Morgan starts to cry and Tony gets up he could help Lori.
“Charm be honest with us. What happened when you were kidnapped?” Natasha furrowed her eyebrow, not caring if everyone wanted to ignore her weird actions. If Nat wants to know something, she’ll find out.
“Nat..” Bucky warned her but obviously, she ignored.
“I don’t want to talk about it Natasha, like seriously. It’s not about me right now.” The stare between the two was intense.
“Charmaine stop bullshitting us. Closed mouths doesn’t get fed. If you can’t tell us what happened, we can’t help you."
"Natasha you don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t need help.”
“Baby just go to the room, it’s not going to end well,” Tony whispered to Lori, he kissed Morgan’s head. Lori looked at him with worry.
“Okay, honey. I hope she is genuinely alright."
When Lori made it to the room, Tony leaned against the wall watching the scene unfold.
"Natasha that’s enough, don’t push it.” Steve looked between the two girls.
“Whatever it is, we don’t have to know.” Thor eased into the conversation. Bucky tries to grab Charmaine’s hand but she moves it away.
“No, she’s going to keep faking it with us. How are we going to know if she’s been faking it with us this whole time and has been working with Mazikeen. We. don’t. know.” Natasha sneered not taking her eyes off Charmaine.
“I’m not doing that. I am 100% myself!” Charmaine looked at her family that held uneasy looks. Believe it or not, Natasha was right. They didn’t know if Charmaine was putting on act for them and is working for Mazikeen. She looked at Peter.
“You believe her??”
“I don’t know Charm, you used to be so open but now if it isn’t Barnes, you’re shutting everyone else out. You’re not acting like my best friend anymore. What if this is your plan?”
That broke Charm. “W-What? No Peter.” She stood up, sad and angry. “ I can’t believe you’re all ganging up on me. There is nothing wrong with me.”
“Well tell us what happened with Mazikeen. What are you hiding Charm?!??” Natasha stood up, raising her voice. Charmaine’s sadness quickly turned into full anger.
“Natasha that’s enough!” Bucky stood up as well.
“No, it’s not enough. Tell us Charm! We’re your family and you’re holding secrets from us!?” Natasha leaned forward, trying to give her a push.
Charmaine yelled out in frustration giving into exactly what Natasha wanted. Her hair and eyes turned purple while her wings sprouted from her back. Her hands held fire. The team stared in shock at what she’s been hiding.
“Oh shit!” Tony spoke in disbelief.
“Holy Cow!” Peter yelped.
“I did not know she could do that.” Natasha mumbled not knowing what she got herself into.
The Eternal Flame stared at the team who debated if they wanted to get in defense mode. “Charm, just calm down.” Bucky eased towards her. “It’s just me and you.”
His hand grabbed onto hers,“Me and you.” Bucky looked her in the eyes, even when she was the eternal flame his love for her never change.
The Eternal Flame looked at everyone once more then returned back to Charmaine. Which traumatized her completely. She looked at her ‘family’ as tears formed in her eyes.
“Why would… Why would you make me do that?” She shook her head, letting go of Bucky’s hands. Tears streamed down her cheeks. “D-Don’t make me do it again. I can’t…”
“Charm…” Bucky’s heart broke seeing how scared she was.
“I can’t…” She cried walking away from the table. Charmaine went straight into her father’s. “Dad don’t make me do that again.”
“Without you wanting too. I won’t kiddo.” Tony kissed her forehead as she cried into his chest. Not knowing her powers, deep in thoughts Bucky was worried for his girl.
Tony shook his head at Bucky for him not to come closer. Barnes stared at them in sadness as they walked down to Tony’s shared room.
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I hope this is good for y’all I gotta start back writing again!!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!OC, Steve Roger x BlackFem!OC, Tony Stark x BlackFem!OC.
Warning: Swearing, Fluff, and mentions of nightmares.
Summary: Two weeks have passed and Charmaine tries to get used to being in the house but Mazikeen still has that effect on her.
This is dedicated to @badbiss@camsthesadgirlnow, I genuinely appreciated the love you guys have for this story, it means so much and it keeps me in touch with my imagination and keeps my stress down. Thank you <3
-2 weeks later-
Alexis wakes up in the middle of the night, clutching the cover to her chest. ’ it was just a dream.’ she thought. Her heart beats rapidly against her chest. After sharing a room with Charm for so long, being by herself the room seemed bigger.
Lex quietly closed the door to her room going to Steve’s room. She walked in seeing him laying on his stomach, lightly snoring. Steve felt the bed dip which woke him up to see Alexis getting in the bed.
“Had a nightmare?”
“Y-Yea, it feels weird sleeping in a big room so I considered your offer.”
“Okay,” Steve mumbles rolling over and going back to sleep. Alexis lay on her side facing his back. She grabbed a little piece of his shirt so in case she had another nightmare, the shirt would ensure that it wasn’t real.
Two weeks ago, Steve woke her up from a horrible nightmare. He offered to Alexis that if she didn’t want to sleep by herself that she could sleep with him. Loving the fact that another sleeping body was next to her, Alexis went to sleep feeling safe.
Bucky stared at the ceiling not being able to sleep for the 5th night in a row. He’s been giving Charmaine space because she’s been through so much. Not knowing that all she needed was him. He wanted to talk to her so bad but didn’t want to overwhelm her and was going to wait until she was ready.
With Charm’s nightmares, it took Alexis to help her back to sleep but tonight…
Charmaine’s blood-curdling scream wakes up everyone in the tower.
Bucky rushed out of the bed going straight to her room door. The team ran out of their room in attack mode.
“Someone broke in?!” Natasha asked. Sam stood beside her rubbing his eyes. (nobody noticed that they came out of the same room.)
“Does it look like we know Nat?”
“That sounded like Charm,” Thor said holding his hammer then turned his attention to her door. Lori held on to her 8-month belly, wincing from the pain. Before Steve could say something, Charmaine screamed again.
It took three punches and Bucky broke into her room. Charmaine was crying holding her head repeating the same thing.
“MAKE IT STOP!”
Bucky hovered over, shaking her shoulders. “Charmaine wake up! It’s me.”
She thrashed around in his hands thinking it was someone else. Tony held a face of worry watching his daughter, this was the worst one yet.
“I can’t watch.” Tears welled into Alexis’s eyes, she walked out with Steve right behind her.
“Lex?”
She didn’t respond but that didn’t keep him from not following her.
“Alexis?”
“What Steve?” Lex turned around swiftly with an attitude shown in her voice. She then realized that he didn’t do anything to her. “I’m sorry.”
“Are you okay?” He followed her into their room. She didn’t respond as she sat at the end of the bed. Steve leaned against the door frame not knowing if he should keep asking her. He didn’t want to overstep.
Alexis finally broke. “Steve, I’m scared. I’m so scared for me and Charm.” More tears fell as this time she couldn’t contain them. “Mazikeen has an effect on my life that if she was to come back, I know it’s going to be hell for both of us…”
Steve moved closer to her, “Well you won’t have to worry about her. I’m here to protect you now Alexis.” He sat down beside her and she wrapped her arms around his waist. “ I promise.”
He wiped her tears, held her close as she continued to cry.
——-
“Charm wake up! It’s just a dream.”
Charmaine opened her red eyes looked around nervously at the team. In instinct she jumped into his arms, planting her face into his neck.
Bucky held her tightly as she sobbed. The team took this time to walk out of the room. Tony stood there wanting to make sure she was okay.
“Do you got this Barnes?”
“I got her Stark.”
Tony nods his head leaving the room. “I hope she is okay.” Lori rubs his back,“ She going to be okay, Charm is a very strong woman.” Tony placed a kiss on
Bucky rocked her in his arms as if she was a baby.
“Please don’t leave me.” She sobbed into his neck. The nightmare was her killing everyone on the team and her powers were uncontrollable. The scene replayed in her mind as if it was her own personal hell.
Bucky placed a kiss on her forehead, in hopes that it will calm her down more.“I wouldn’t dare think of it. If you don’t mind telling me, what did you dream about?”
Charm pondered if she was to tell him what she actually dreamed about will scare him. She didn’t want him to think of her in a different way so she lied. “It was like she was here. Like she put that memory suppressing machine on my face.”
“I hate that you went through the same pain I went through. I’m so sorry I didn’t save you in time. Do you remember anything from being there?”
“I let myself fall Bucky, there wasn’t anything you could do. If anything, I should be apologizing for causing you pain that day. I only remember bits and pieces. When they come in, it makes my head hurt.” She admits while holding him close. “Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?”
“Don’t apologize for anything Charm and plus I never intended on leaving,” Bucky said rubbing his metal hand through her hair. Soon the two were in her bed with Charm on top of his chest. This felt like old times to them.
“Bucky?”
“Hmm?”
“I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too my lucky charm.”
“Tomorrow can we watch legally blonde? We never got our chance.”
“I’m really surprised you remember. Yeah, we can watch legally blonde tomorrow. I don’t mind.”
Charmaine traced circles on his stomach.
’Should I kiss him? fuck it, I’m doing it.’
She sits up bringing her face close to his. Bucky’s blue eyes stared into her brown ones as it felt they were the only two in the world. Without hesitation, Charmaine placed her plump lips onto his soft ones.
The kiss was passionate and filled with love. It lasted a minute until Charm pulled back realization hitting her.
She was kissing her best friend. “Shit Bucky, I’m sorry. I hope this doesn’t make-”
Bucky grabbed her face pulling her back into another passionate kiss this time it was longer.
———-
That was the best sleep since the last time the two of them shared a bed. Charmaine woke up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
Looking to her side, Bucky was asleep on his stomach with his brown hair covering his face. She smiled softly moving his hair out of his face. It widens, when she thought about the kiss they shared last night.
‘His hair has gotten so long now that I’m noticing it’ She thought. Charmaine starts to wonder about the things she could do for his hair.
Bucky stirs in his sleep, pulling her out of her thoughts.
“Bucky.”
“Hmm?”
“Good Morning.”
“Charm it’s early in the morning, why are you even up?”
Charmaine braided some of her hair out of nervousness. “I couldn’t sleep any longer. I’m sorry.”
Bucky sat up rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “It’s fine. Are you alright from last night?”
He opened his arms as an invite for her to lay on his chest which she happily took.
“I’m fine, I don’t wanna talk about that.” Charmaine adjusted her face on his chest. Even though she didn’t see him, Bucky nodded his head.
It got quiet between the two of them, she thought he fell back asleep. Charm had burning questions to ask him.
“Bucky?”
“Charmaine.”
She turned her head to face him, “Why did you never come to see me.”
“I just wanted to give you time Charmaine, I didn’t want to overwhelm you.”
“But you not being there hurt worse Bucky.”
“I’m sorry Charmie, I really am. I didn’t know.”
“It’s alright just don’t push me away. Another question, about the… about the uh kiss? What does that mean for us?” Charmaine sat up in the bed, their eye contact not breaking.
“I can’t deny it. I have feelings for you Charmaine but we can take slow, as long as you are happy.”
“I have feelings for you too Bucky and I would love it if we take it slow.” ——
“Good Morning you two!” Lori smiled putting some waffles on a plate. She was having contractions every other minute but Lori ignored them not wanting to startle the team.
Charmaine and Bucky sat down at the table where everyone was.
“Can I help? I haven’t been in the kitchen in so long.” Charmaine asked getting up from the table. She changed her mind about sitting down because she wanted to avoid the conversation about last night.
Lori winced rubbing her stomach hoping she didn’t see.
“Yeah it’s your kitchen honey!”
In the last two weeks, Charmaine has been stuck in her room. Alexis reassured her many times that she wasn’t going to hurt anyone. Deep down Charm felt like she would.
Also with Bucky not talking to her, she felt like she let everyone down. If Bucky didn’t come and help Charm with her nightmares, she would be still locked in her room.
Charmie placed the batter into the waffle maker. “I’m sorry, I haven’t properly introduced myself. I’m Charmaine.” Lori turned around with the whipped cream still in her hand. “It’s fine, I know it’s been a tough two weeks. I’m Lori.”
“Well, I want to get to know you because you are my mother. I’m not going to say step because that classify as evil and you’re not evil. I watched cinderella!”
Lori let out a laugh,“I want to get to know you to. We should go out for lunch! Me, You and Alexis.”
Charmaine placed the freshly cooked waffle on a plate.“That sounds fun! I’m down.”
Tony walked in the kitchen kissing his favorite women on the forehead, “There go my two favorite women. Is breakfast ready? The team is starving.”
Lori kissed his cheek grabbing the rest of the condiments,“ We better be your only women. Yess it’s ready, where is Peter so we can get started!”
Charmaine grabbed the platter and plates bringing them to the table where the team is chatting away. “Wait I thought Peter was here already here?”
She placed a kiss on Bucky’s cheek hoping it would go unnoticed. Sam noticed and was going to give them hell but Tony cut him off.
“Yeah underoo is supposed to be here..” Tony checks his watch. “Now.” The elevator doors opened and out walked Peter.
Charmaine dropped whatever she was doing and ran to Peter with open arms. He caught her mid-jump, holding Charm close in his arms. The team looked so happy at their reunion.
“I’ve missed you so much Champagne,” Peter whispered placing his hand on her hair. Charmaine closed her eyes to keep from crying.
“I’ve missed you too so much.”
Their reunion was interrupted when Lori lets out a loud groan dropping the plates, clutching her stomach. “Lori you alright?!” Alexis asked getting up from the table.
“Honey? Do I need to take you to the hospital?!” Tony asked frantically placing a hand on her waist.
Lori screams as water dampens her pants, creating a puddle around her feet. “M-Morgan’s coming!”
“Shit!” Steve curses pulling at his hair. Natasha goes over to her as well as Charmaine.
“Deep breaths!” Natasha mimics in and out-breathing. Charmaine came from behind Lori rubbing her back.
“Dad go get her bags!”
“Morgan isn’t due for another month. She’s coming early?!” Tony panicked freezing up. Sam, Peter, and Clint ran around trying to find things to put in the delivery bag. Thor was on the phone with the doctor. Bucky, Steve, and Tony were literally frozen.
“Bucky, Steve and Tony come back to earth, please! We need all hands on deck!” Alexis yelled snapping them out of a trance. Soon they were on the way to the hospital.
———-
Everyone sat in the private loby waiting for Tony to come out and give the news. Steve and Alexis sat beside each other engaged in a conversation. Peter was on the phone with MJ to calm him down from the nervousness. Thor, Sam, Natasha and Clint was in a conversation.
“So how have you been since you know?” Charm fumbles with her fingers while she sat beside Bucky. He had his hands in his lap not knowing what to do with them.
“Uh, it was hard, really hard without you being here. When I finally accepted that you weren’t coming back. Here you go right in front of me.” They both giggled at his little joke. “Did you remember us when you were there? Well more like remember me?”
“I… I don’t know Bucky, things that happened there are coming back in bits and pieces. The eternal flame and I are twisted together. If I was to go in her state of mind, I probably could remember everything.”
“Eternal Flame? Is that the name of your second conscious?”
Charmaine winced at what he said,“ Yeah. Since I’ve been back, it feels like I can’t keep control. I have certain urges to do horrible things but it’s not me, I swear.” She cried placing her hands over her face. Bucky pulled her into his arms as Charmaine continue to cry.
“I know it’s not you doll. I’m so sorry this happened to you. I wish I was there to protect you from it all.”
She pulled back from him, wiping her tears.“I didn’t mean to break down Bucky. I don’t want to ruin this joyous moment.”
Bucky kissed her forehead,“You didn’t ruin anything. I want you to vent to me as much as you can. I’m here for you and I want to make sure you’re okay.”
Before Charm could reply, out ran Tony from the delivery room doors.“ She’s here!!” ————
The whole team had held little Morgan except Charmaine. She declined it everytime someone asked. Unnoticeablely the ends of her brown hair was turning purple.
’Let me out’ 'No! You don’t have control over my body, I do.’ 'I said let me out!’ 'if you won’t do it then I will!’
Charm closed her eyes trying to conceal the pain that cursed through her mind. All her strength was being drained from her body. Bucky was the first to noticed, he walked over to her. “Charm are you okay?”
She looked at him terrified, Charm shook her head. “We will be right back,” Bucky said over his shoulder to the team.
“Charm what’s wrong?” Peter asked, worried for his best friend. He had so many questions to ask but didn’t know when was the right time. His feelings were hurt a bit when his answer went unanswered.
Everyone held worried expressions for their relatives. He pulled her into his chest, seeing that her eyes were starting to glow.
Ignoring the judgemental stares from other hospital patients. Bucky pulled Charmaine into an empty hallway. “What is it doing? What’s wrong?”
“She’s trying to take over Bucky! I can’t control it!”
Bucky frantically looked around for other options knowing it was too late to leave without her powers taking over. Sighing, he kissed her forehead in comfort. “Doll you’re going to have to let her out okay? You have to show her who’s in control.”
“But…But I don’t want to hurt nobody!” Charm sobbed clutching her head and Bucky placed his forehead against hers making eye contact.
“You’re hurting yourself Charm, it’s hurting you more then her. I know you can do this.”
Charmaine nodded, closing her eyes. She gave in, letting the eternal flame think she has control. Bucky stared in amazement as her wings sprouted from her back. His hand touched her hair that was engulfed in flames. Luckily it didn’t hurt him.
To herself, Charmaine starts to chant her trigger words. Slowly her wings grew smaller and her hair went back to its original color. When she finished, Charm looked at Bucky drowsy manner.
“I did it.”
He kissed her head once more, “Yes you did. Let’s get you somewhere so you can rest.”
Summary: All because of what Y/N said but did he already have plans to do it?
A/N: I need a distraction and ya girl heart is very heavy. This is supposed to be in first person point of view.
It’s supposed to be short.
-You know I’m always here if you need someone to talk to.
That message burned into my brain as I went through Chris’s phone. My hands shook out of anger and nervousness.
I knew it.
This was supposed to be a normal sunday evening, we’ve been through so much this past week. Today should’ve been different.
I swiped out of the message thread to see another thread with a different female. My heart broke but I’m so numb, I didn’t feel it. I just knew I was right.
“Y/N do you want some wine?” Chris walked out of the kitchen to see me holding his phone in my hand. I tried to hold my anger in but it barely worked.
“Let me explain.”
I locked the phone, closing my eyes. The deep breath method wasn’t working.
“I was right, I’m always right. I’m leaving.”
Chris caught his phone in time just as I threw it at him. “Y/N you’re not letting me explain!”
“Chris get out of my face. You’re a fucking liar, all this ‘I’m a changed man’ bullshit was a fucking lie. So you really think I’m going to sit here and listen to that fuck ass explanation you have?!” I arised off the couch with my purse in hand. I made my way towards the door, but he came in front of me.
His face expression held something I couldn’t describe but I could tell he knew he fucked up.
“That’s exactly what I be talking about Y/N! You’re so fucking hot headed and say hurtful things to me. You never consider my fucking feelings. You claim you care but you don’t! You hurt my feelings, I went and found comfort.”
“So just because I said you’re half the man Hemsworth ever was. That give you the a-okay to go text other bitches while we’re together?? YOU WERE BETTER OFF BREAKING UP WITH ME!”
“I DIDNT WANT TO LOSE YOU BUT THEN AGAIN YOU CUT ME DEEP Y/N. REALLY DEEP AND YOU ACTED LIKE YOU DIDNT CARE.”.
I looked at him with an expression of disbelief,“I acted like I didn’t care? I APOLOGIZED, multiple fucking times I apologized. You can’t sit here and justify your actions of texting other bitches with what I said. I knowI was wrong for saying it.” I pushed him away from me, tears rolled down my cheeks.
Chris crossed his arms,“You act like a selfish bitch at times, I can’t tell the difference.”
I felt betrayed. To know that the promises he told me were just empty tore my heart into pieces.
“I was just at the point to say that I finally can trust you. And I can apologize again, I am genuinely sorry that I said something so hurtful to you. But I can’t forgive you for doing this again when you had other options. I never want to see you again you inconsiderate prick.”
“Y/N.”
I walked out the apartment, feeling the heavy weight of our 3 year relationship going down the drain.
