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imtryingbuck · 5 months
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, past Steve x fem!Reader
Summary: It’s been three years since Reader left Steve, after bumping into someone she might have the chance of a happy ending.
Word count: 1,156
Warnings: swearing, self-doubting. I’m pretty sure that’s it.
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Three years have been and gone since you finally decided to leave Steve it hasn’t gotten any easier but you’re doing okay. Your mum rang you a few days after you left panicking saying Steve had showed up that you and your stuff had gone. A month after you left Steve and Sharon went public with their relationship, you were devastated so you went to the local shelter and got two kittens why? You’re not entirely sure but you love them both so much.
Four months after you left, you’re walking to the local cafe when suddenly you bump into someone straight away your spluttering apologies when your name is suddenly said. Bucky is standing in front of you with a big smile on his face asking where you have been; how you’ve been. You both head to the cafe to talk and it’s going amazingly well. He tells you he missed seeing you around and that Steve looked for you everywhere. You exchange numbers with him promising not to tell Steve, even though he’s with Sharon now you don’t want him showing up as you just simply can’t deal with that anymore.
In the following weeks and months after meeting Bucky again he becomes your best friend (your only friend too) he comes to the apartment every Friday and even sometimes stays until Sunday. He truly is the sweetest man ever, his favourite thing to do is wind the cats up and getting them hyper just before he leaves. It drives you crazy you complain with a smile on your face as you can’t even imagine to be mad at him not when he has that stupid beautiful smile on his face. 
Now you’re not exactly sure when it started but the feelings for Bucky were starting to get out of hand, you knew yourself it would be so wrong to say anything to him about how you had this butterfly tingling feeling in your stomach which has now turned into pterodactyls trying to break out of your stomach every time he looks at you. It’s wrong. He’s your ex-boyfriends best friend. Plus he’s James Buchanan Barnes he’s not going to like you the only reason why he’s here at your apartment every weekend ordering pizza or Chinese and talking to you about anything and everything for hours is because he feels sorry for you. Idiot.
A year after you left it went public that the it couple known as Steve and Sharon had broken up. From what Bucky told you Steve apparently walked into the apartment he shared with you and caught Sharon cheating with a guy Steve had been suspicious of. According to Buck Steve was crying out your name and begging up at the ceiling for you to come home.
A few days after that Steve was seen with a new woman on his arm. Your sister.
Your heart shattered, ringing your mum she told you that everyone thought it was okay for your sister to date you ex because he was your ex. You hung up and cried. The tears didn’t last long though as Bucky let himself into your apartment and found you in bed crying so he climbed into bed with you and cuddled you. You’re pretty sure you both ended up watching The Big Bang Theory but couldn’t remember as you were too busy watching Bucky laughing and stroking one of the cats.
Your sister and Steve didn’t last two months because every time they had sex it was your name finally spilling from his mouth.
It’s your birthday and the plan was to have a nice hot relaxing bath then order yourself a Chinese and curl up on the couch with the cats and watch your favourite show. Simple and plain. That was until your favourite person knocked on the door with a huge bouquet of your favourite flowers, Chinese food and a bag with ‘happy birthday’ written across it. He tells you that you shouldn’t be spending your birthday on your own, so you point to the cats and with that he lets out that sound that makes your heart flutter. Halfway through the fourth episode of the series he suggested, you notice him looking at you, so you pull a weird face which again makes him let out that sound. You mentally scold your idiotic heart to stop fluttering.
“Y/n I need to tell you something” he speaks so softly and instantly you can tell he’s nervous.
“What’s up Buck” trying to hard not to stumble over three simple words.
“I-um w-well I need y I-I need to tell you s-s-something” he’s struggling and that gets you scared.
“B-Bucky you can tell me anything you know this” God if you’re real please kill me. Now.
Taking a deep breath, he says “iminlovewithyou”
“What? Say that again Buck but slower” did I just hear correctly? No. He didn’t just say that you idiot. Wishful thinking though pal.
“I’m in love with you. I have been since you stitched up my arm even though I heal fast six years ago. W-when he told me you two was dating, I was crushed and I knew it was wrong your was my best friends girlfriend but I couldn’t help it. You’re an angel absolutely perfect. When you broke up with him I was more devastated than him because I knew I wouldn’t get to see you again but then we bumped into each other a-and them feelings was still ther - oh shit Y/N shit I didn’t mean to make you cry im sor-“ he didn’t get to finish that word because you kissed him. 
You kissed him.
Holy shit. 
What do you do?
Do you stop?
Do you continue?
Oh. 
He’s kissing you back.
Took you long enough Bucky, jeez.
After what felt like an eternity you both pulled apart breathless with huge dopey smiles on your faces. 
“Are you sure Bucky? Are you sure that this is how you really feel?” Shut up! Why are you asking?
“Baby I’m in love with you. My heart aches when I’m not with you. You’re the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last thing when I close my eyes and even then, you just follow me into my dreams” There isn’t any hesitation or hint that this could all be a wind up.
“I’m in love with you too. I know it’s terrible since who your best friend is but I can’t hel-“ this time he cuts you off with his perfect plumb lips on yours. 
Bucky picks you up like you weigh nothing and carries you to bed. He kisses every stretch mark, scar, beauty mark on your entire body as he makes love to you, he tells you how much he loves you. Laying in his arms sweaty and breathless you can’t help it when a few rogue tears slip onto his chest.
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To Know Him Is To Love Him
summary: to know steve rogers is to love him. to know him is to keep handing over your heart over and over again. to know him is to be broken by him.
pairing: steve rogers x reader
an: quick someone give this to a boy to read and ask him what steve did wrong. it's for science.
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to know him is to love him.
to know him is to stand by him.
to know him is to allow him to break your heart over and over again.
to know him to to hope that one day he'll finally see.
to know him is to be broken by him.
you can't count how many times he put you here, put in this situation. and worse, you can't count how many times you've let him put you in this situation.
three months ago...
you fix steve's tie, patting his shoulder to send him off on yet another date - after he invited himself into your apartment to get him ready for his date. you hated this feeling, the feeling of unrequited love.
you can't blame him, he doesn't know. at least, you think he doesn't know. in fact, you're sure he doesn't, he would never hurt you like that.
"i swear if this date doesn't go well, i'm swearing off women for good."
"does that mean i'm out a friend?" you tease.
"no, of course not," steve laughs. "you're my best friend. you don't count."
your smile falls at the words fall out of his mouth with ease. you don't count. you're not even a consideration. "i don't count as a woman?"
"you know what i meant. you're my friend."
you don't know what he meant. not in the slightest.
"right," you clear your throat, shaking your head with furrowed brows. "good luck on your date."
two months ago...
"i would tell him, but he's just - he's confusing," you admit. "i get a lot of mixed signals."
"men are just idiots," nat offers in consolation. "someday, he'll see. you're perfect for each other."
"thanks." you smile, walking back to your table with a fresh round of drinks. "what are you guys talking about?"
"about steve's terrible dating record," sam jokes.
"ah," you hum, you settle in the booth beside him, leaving plenty of room between the two of you.
steve frowns at you, reaching behind you and gripping your waist. without a word, he slides you until you're pressed against his thigh.
sam humorously snorts, "i don't get you two. you're attached at the hip. you're both attractive singles. make it official already."
you look to steve's reaction for any indication of what he's feeling. steve leans over, kissing your temple, "she knows she's my other half, my soulmate. we don't need labels."
"soulmate?" sam teases.
you shift uncomfortably. he never asked you that, never asked you if you wanted a label. he's never even asked you on a real date, but now he's declaring that he's your soulmate.
how blind can he be?
one month ago...
"please, i miss you, sweetheart." you squeeze your eyes shut. the term of endearment rolls so easily off his tongue. "i feel like i haven't seen you in forever."
it's intentional. you're trying to get over him. to move past these feelings. he doesn't make it easy. "i know, i've just been busy."
"how about dinner tonight? my place at 8?"
you chew on the inside of your cheek, hesitant to accept his dinner invite, "i don't know, steve."
"please, i need you."
putting distance between you and steve rogers didn't work. not when he so dutifully sought you out. not when he told you over and over again that he missed you. that he didn't know how to be without you.
his words toy with your head just enough to convince that it's a good idea to enter his gravitational orbit again.
you're not strong enough to resist the pull. you're not strong enough to to say no. you never have been.
you decide that you can't do this. you're going to tell him. you'll tell him. you'll tell him that you want to count. you'll tell him that you want him to see you.
to know him is to love him, you remember. the moment you see him, you crumble. that smile that makes it feel like your life is worthwhile. the eyes that send your rational mind into a haze. to know him is to love him.
he doesn't make it easy for you or your heart. he greets you at the door with a beaming grin, his eyes lighting up. it makes you feel like this is more than just a dinner. it feels like you're finally coming home to him.
you falter as his fingers graze your skin to take off your jacket. the apartment isn't his usual scene either. it feels like so much more than just a normal hangout. it feels... romantic. music spinning on his record player, marvin gaye, you recognize. candles lit in the center of the table. the smell of a home cooked meal simmering over the stove.
you turn to him with a nervous smile, "i thought you we were ordering pizza or something."
"i wanted to do something nice for my best girl."
his best girl.
he spends the whole dinner fawning over you. his hand rests on your leg. the other occasionally grazing the back of your hand. he asks you all about your work, about your love life.
"i missed you so much."
you're so entranced by him that your carefully thought out speech is gone, replaced by a soft whisper, "i love you."
"i love you, too." he smiles down at him. his eyes shining bright and blue. it doesn't even occur to him that you're professing your love for him. "i can't imagine my life without you."
you shake your head, reminding yourself that you had to tell him. you needed to move forward, one way or another. "no, steve, i - i'm in love with you."
an anxious chuckle leaves his mouth. his hand drops from your thigh, leaving you feeling cold, hollow, and abandoned. "what?"
you know a rejection when you see one. at least you can move on now. your heart can begin to heal. maybe in time, you could be friends again. "i just had to tell you. just once."
"i don't -" he licks his lips. "i'm sorry, i don't feel the same."
"i understand."
2 weeks ago...
you sigh at yourself, hearing the familiar ding of another voicemail on your phone.
each one chips away at your resolve, each one shatters your broken heart even more.
you told him you understood. you told him that it was okay. you spent the night consoling him. you soothed his fears that he would lose you.
in return, he made you promise to always be in his life. with a broken heart and wounded pride, you weren't strong enough to say no. you simply asked for time and a little space.
time and space that steve had no interest in giving you.
you made it easy for him. you retreated from mutual friends. from social spaces you occupied. you no longer texted or called first. you just needed time.
still, he sought you out.
you've gained enough strength to stop answering his every call and text. you've stuck to your boundaries, at least, the ones steve doesn't seem intent on steamrolling past.
you clutch your kitchen counter with your head hung low. with a couple deep breaths and reminders that he doesn't feel the same for you, you're slowly glad you didn't answer. you're proud of yourself for being strong and doing what's best for you.
at least, you're glad until there's a banging at your door.
your mending heart regrets the moment you answer.
"steve?"
"you weren't answering," he pants, clutching the frame of your doorway, "i wanted to hear your voice."
"steve..." you sputter. "this isn't - it's-"
"i just miss you," he cuts you off. he looks so heartbroken, so sincere. he misses you. you try to not make anything more of it, but then he says it again, "i miss you so much."
you stand to the side, allowing him to pass, "come in."
"thank you," he sighs in relief.
"what happened?"
"the worst date of my life."
you swear you can feel your heart fracturing. the air feels like its being squeezed out of your lungs.
and still, you stand before him trying to look as unaffected as possible. you don't know how effective it is. you don't think he sees you enough to notice either way. "you were on a date?"
"it was awful. she was vapid and boring and - and pretentious - and - and she wasn't you."
you suck in a breath, "steve..."
these were words from a man who did not love you, from a man that did not count you. they sounded an awful lot like the love he claimed he didn't feel.
suddenly, he cups your face, standing too close to you. this wasn't what friends did. this isn't how friends treated each other. you know that.
and then he kisses you. soft and tenderly. his lips mold against yours perfectly. you swear it's a sigh of relief that leaves his mouth when you don't pull away.
you smile against his lips. a sense of rightness overtakes you. he overwhelms you. he consumes you. he grips your waist tightly. the other hand caressing your cheek.
"steve.." you sigh against his lips.
and he freezes. his hands drop as though you burned him. his lips slightly swollen and shining from the kiss. he wipes his mouth, "i should go."
you shake your head. you don't want to believe that this is happening right now. this is steve. the person you loved with every fiber of your being. your friend. you trusted him. you believed in him. he wouldn't hurt you like that. even if he didn't love you, even as just a friend, he wouldn't take advantage of your love for him like that. "what?"
"i should go."
and he leaves without another word.
your heart isn't just broken anymore, it's crumbled into a million little pieces. you're not sure you'll ever be able to fix it.
1 week ago...
he's blown past all your defenses. he's drained every ounce of strength from you. he's taken everything except your broken heart and your love for him. that's all that's left of you.
to know him is to love him. to know him is to be broken by him.
he calls and this time, you answer. you fear him coming back to your apartment like he did before. your heart couldn't take it anymore.
"hi, steve." your voice is so gravelly and hollow, a shell of the fullness and life it used to contain.
you noticed everything about him. his likes, his dislikes. you could tell the day he was having by the way he said hi, by the sort of smile he gave you. you're not sure why you just realized that it's not reciprocated at all. he once told you he loved the sound of your voice, how could he not hear the broken tone? if he notices, which you're sure he doesn't, he doesn't ask.
you can hear the smile in his voice, "i'm so glad you answered."
you're not even sure that he realizes you've put the phone down. after all, you're just his space filler.
now...
you don't know why you're surprised he showed up at your door again. you're not surprised that you opened the door. you're not surprised that you let him back into your home. you're not even surprised that he's talking to you like everything is normal.
the only thing that takes you by surprise is your unwillingness to hear about the misadventures of his dating life.
"steve," you try to interrupt.
"and all i want -"
"steve."
"is for someone to really hear me, to see -"
"steve." you're surprised by the harshness in your own voice. his eyes flash over to you, widened slightly in shock. "you - you have to go now."
his brow furrow, he's taken aback. it occurs to you that he has no idea what he's done wrong. "why?"
"you know why," you spit at him.
"no, you said you understood. you said we could still be friends."
"friends?" you bitterly chuckle. "friends don't hurt their friends over and over again."
"i don't understand."
"that's the problem, steve. you don't get it. you don't get that i don't want to hear about the girls you date. you don't get that it hurts hearing you talk about what you're looking for in a woman. it hurts when call me at the end of the night because you want to hear my voice."
"they why do you answer the phone?"
"because i love you!" you hopelessly exclaim. "because i’ll do anything for you. i’ll do anything you say. and i think you know that."
"am i just supposed to know that you didn’t want to hear about them?"
"no girl wants that," you whisper. "no one wants to hear about everything they don’t have."
"i don't understand what's happening here. you promised me that you would always be in my life!" his accusing tone offends you far more than it should.
a tear slips down your cheek. "that was before."
"before? before what?"
each word hurts. he really doesn't know. he doesn't think about you at all. not as a consideration. not as a woman. not even as just a friend. he doesn't see you at all. "i can do this anymore. it’s too hard. i can - i can’t keep letting you break my heart."
"i told you that i didn’t feel the same. you knew i wasn’t in a space to - to reciprocate."
"and then you kissed me!"
he stiffens at the kiss that he refused to mention. all those nights he spent on the phone with you, talking to you. it was the one thing he never spoke about. "i - i know that wasn’t right. and i’m sorry, okay? i’m sorry i did that. i was hurting."
"you were hurting?" your breaths come out in fragments, with each heave of your chest you can hear the whistle of emptiness where your heart used to reside. "you - you knew how i felt and you knew you didn’t feel the same and you kissed me anyway."
"it was a mistake. i'm sorry."
your hands ball up in frustration, tear burn at the corners of your eyes. "it’s not just about the kiss. it’s - it’s everything. it’s you. you won’t let me go. let me move on. please."
steve staggers back, "i don’t- i'm not trying to hold on to you."
"why did you call me the other night?"
"because you’re my friend. you’re the person i wanted to talk to. you understand. you always understand."
"i don’t. i don’t understand. it crushed me."
he reaches out for your hand. hurt flashes in his eyes when you snatch it out of his reach. you can't let him blind you this time. "you’re always there for me. even when no one else is, you are."
you snort, "you don’t even know what you did wrong, do you?"
"you’re my best friend. i just - i wanted you hear your voice."
"you see? you keep messing with my head. you tell me that i'm the person you want to talk to at the end of the night. you tell people that i'm your soulmate. you tell me that you don’t feel the same. i tell you i want to move on. you kiss me. then you go on a date with another girl. when it doesn’t work out, you call me. i'm done. i can’t do this anymore. loving you is breaking me far beyond repair."
"i do love you."
you fervently shake your head over and over again, "you don’t mean that."
"i love you and i know it’s not in the same way but maybe - just give me time."
"time isn’t going to fix this. you don’t love me. you love the way i make you feel. you love being loved."
he scoffs, shooting a glare at you, "that’s not fair."
"no, it’s not," you agree. "and it’s not fair that you know how i feel and yet you just keep hurting me. you do it over and over again. and i keep letting you."
steve reaches for you again, "we can fix this."
you shake him off, striding to your door, opening it for him, "you should go."
"please," steve begs.
"goodbye, steve."
you don't know how you gather the strength to close the door on the man you love more than anything, let alone the man begging to stay in your life. the door clicks shut behind him.
a choked sob escapes your mouth as tears freely fall.
to know him is to love him, and you don't want to know a thing about steve rogers anymore.
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vilentia · 4 months
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Unshielded Affection
Steve Rogers x reader
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In the heart of Stark Tower, amidst the hum of technology and the occasional clank of Iron Man suits, there you were, a new assistant to Tony Stark. Your presence was a breath of fresh air, a contrast to the rigid mechanics and cold steel that surrounded you. And there he was, Steve Rogers – Captain America himself – with eyes that lingered on you a moment too long, a heart ensnared by your grace.
Steve watched you from afar, his admiration a silent sentinel. In his mind, he had already built a world where you were his and his alone – his girlfriend, his wife, the mother of his children. But for now, he was just a man, albeit a superhuman one, hopelessly entangled in the web of his yearning.
"Good morning, Steve," you greeted him one day, your voice a melody that danced through the air. Polite, ever so kind, yet oblivious to the storm you stirred in him.
"Morning," he replied, his voice a rumble, like distant thunder. "You look... nice today."
You offered a smile, unaware of the depth of his obsession, how he craved to claim you as his own. In his eyes, you were perfection – someone who deserved the world, and he wanted to be the one to give it to you.
But Steve's longing was a shadow that followed him, a whisper in the dark corners of Stark Tower. He imagined conversations, moments where he could confess his feelings, but fear held him back. What if you didn't feel the same? What if he was just another face in the crowd to you?
One evening, as the city lights flickered like distant stars, Steve found you alone in the common area, lost in a book. He approached, heart pounding, a battle raging within him.
"Can I sit here?" he asked, indicating the seat beside you.
"Of course," you replied, your eyes meeting his, a galaxy of kindness within them.
They talked, about everything and nothing – about art, about the world, about dreams. And in those moments, Steve saw glimpses of a future he yearned for, a life where you were his.
But as the clock ticked, reality crept in. Steve knew he couldn't keep you in his world of fantasies. He had to act, to speak his truth.
"(Y/N), I need to tell you something," Steve began, his voice laced with a vulnerability rarely shown. "I... I've been thinking about you a lot. More than I should, perhaps."
You looked at him, a hint of surprise in your eyes, but you didn't speak.
"I want you in my life, more than just as a friend. I want you to be mine, in every way that matters," he confessed, his blue eyes burning with a fervor that matched the intensity of his words.
The air hung heavy between them, a moment stretched into eternity. And in that silence, Steve's heart raced, waiting for your response, for the verdict that would either make or break him.
In the stillness of the room, your eyes remained fixed on Steve, absorbing the raw honesty that lay bare before you. The confession echoed in your heart, a turbulent sea stirred by his words.
"Steve, I..." you began, your voice a hesitant whisper, caught between the realms of surprise and an unspoken desire. "I never thought someone like you could... could feel that way about me."
His gaze never wavered, a testament to the sincerity of his feelings. "You're not just someone, (Y/N). You're everything I never knew I was missing. I see a future with you, a hope for something more than just battles and missions. With you, I see a life."
Your heart fluttered, a bird trapped within a ribcage, yearning for the freedom his words promised. A part of you had always harbored feelings for the heroic Captain, feelings you dared not acknowledge until this moment.
Steve reached out, his hand hesitantly finding yours. The contact was electric, a connection that seemed to transcend the physical realm, bridging two hearts with a silent understanding.
"I want to be there for you, to protect you, to love you," Steve continued, his voice a fervent plea. "But I need to know... do you feel the same?"
The question hung in the air, a challenge to the walls you had built around your heart. The thought of being with Steve, of being the center of his world, was both exhilarating and terrifying. To be loved by him meant stepping into a life far removed from the ordinary – a life filled with dangers, uncertainties, but also unparalleled passion.
In his eyes, you saw the reflection of your own fears and hopes, a mirror to your soul. "Steve, I... I do have feelings for you," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "But it's all so overwhelming. You're not just a man; you're a symbol, a hero."
Steve's grip on your hand tightened, a silent reassurance. "I'm just a man when I'm with you, (Y/N). A man who wants nothing more than to make you happy, to be the reason you smile. I don't want to rush you into anything. I just want you to know how I feel."
The room faded around you, the world outside ceasing to exist. It was just you and Steve, two souls laid bare in the vulnerability of the moment. The decision loomed ahead, a crossroads that would define the path of your heart.
In Steve's eyes, you saw a future filled with love, challenges, and the promise of a life less ordinary. And in that moment, you realized that perhaps the greatest adventure was not in the battles fought outside, but in the journey of the heart.
"Steve, I want to be with you," you said, the words a leap of faith into the unknown. "Let's take this one step at a time, together."
And with those words, a new chapter began – a story of love between a hero and the one who had captured his heart, a tale of two souls navigating the unpredictable waters of life, together.
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ynscrazylife · 7 months
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His Agent
Summary: When the Avengers save a team of kidnapped S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents, they discover something new about their Captain.
A/N: I’ve been working on this fic for a little while and I’m proud of this idea/plot so I really hope you enjoy!
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The first clue that something was off was the change in Natasha and Clint’s behavior. They could usually hide it, being master spies, but it became difficult to constantly put on a mask around the people you live with, people you saved the world with. Steve, Tony, Bruce, and Thor all noticed how the pair retreated into themselves like turtles would into their shells. They had always been reserved - Natasha especially - but it went to a deeper level now. They would talk in hushed whispers to each other, were always hunched over something, their backs to the rest of the team, and were distracted when it came to Avengers business. 
The next clue was when Director Fury postponed his meeting with the Avengers. Since establishing the initiative, he had made a point to have monthly meetings with the team to discuss any recent updates, missions and threats. Fury was adamant that these meetings were very crucial to the Avengers’ success, so to hear that he was pushing it back right as they were gathering around the conference table was a surprise. Still, not enough for them to think it might be related to Natasha and Clint’s behavior. Fury said the meeting would be in a few days, that was all. 
Then, things went from being off to being wrong. They all sat at the table, ready to see Fury’s face come up on screen, but he never appeared – Deputy Director Maria Hill did. 
“What happened?” Natasha asked almost immediately, not even letting Maria get a word in as she leaned forward in her chair. It was clear that she knew more than what she was letting on. 
“Director Fury cannot make it today, he’s dealing with a crucial issue, one that we hope we can call on you, Avengers, to help us with,” Hill said, her words flowing calmly, but there was still a spark of urgency, almost desperation, in her eyes. 
“What’s going on?” Steve asked, wearing a puzzled look. If S.H.I.E.L.D. was coming to them for help when they had the best agents around the globe, and the Director was attending to it, they must be in some sort of crisis. 
“A week ago, we lost contact with a six person team that had gone undercover to investigate an uprising organization who’s been trying to create their own superhumans. We received intel that they had been torturing people and creating illegal serums and devices for their superhuman projects. After being unable to contact any of them, we also found that none of their trackers were online,” Hill explained. 
“So you think their cover was blown?” Tony guessed. 
“We do, yes. We had a team scout the building the agents had gone undercover in a few days ago and found no sign of them. We think that they’ve moved them somewhere else,” Hill answered. 
“Who’s missing?” Bruce asked. 
A file flashed onto the screen, a list of names with pictures. Everyone leaned forward in their seats to get a better look, their eyes skimming the document. The sound of wheels rolling back caught their attention as Steve suddenly stood up, spun around on his heels and walked out of the room. The door slammed shut behind him.
“What the hell was that?” Clint asked, utterly confused - like everyone else. 
Hill sighed. “It may have something to do with one of the Agents on the list – Y/L/N. She helped Steve a lot after he came out of the ice, they were good friends,” she said. 
//
One, two. One, two. One, two. One, two. One, two. One, two. One– 
Steve panted as he stared down at the punching bag which clattered to the ground, sweat coating his raised biceps. 
“You know, if you really want to get your frustrations out, you should spar with someone,” a voice floated into his ear and Steve glanced up, only to see you lifting some weights. 
He straightened his arched back, dropping his arms. “Oh, yeah? How do you reckon that?” He asked, curious. 
You smirked. “You’re not the only one who’s broken the bag,” you said, shrugging. “Though, it took me a lot longer without the super strength.” 
Steve raised his eyebrows, wondering what got you so mad, but not commenting on it. Then, he couldn’t help but fix you with a confused gaze. 
“What?” You asked, still smiling at him. 
“You’re not, uh, gawking at me,” he said. 
You chuckled, asking, “Am I supposed to?” Before he could answer, you made a silly, dramatic jaw-dropped, eyes wide face, causing Steve’s laughter to mix with yours. 
“Ever since I woke up, everyone’s kinda been . . . gawking at me. Except for Director Fury, that is,” Steve said. 
“Well, I’ll admit, I kinda gawked at you at first when I heard about you . . . But I saw you one time, in the medbay . . . I don’t know how to explain it, ‘cause you weren’t just Captain America, you know? When I saw you, with all the blankets and the wires and stuff . . . I just thought about a guy who had been something traumatic. I thought about the Steve that your war buddies always described you as,” you said. 
From that day on, you were a light in Steve’s life. You two became fast friends and, at least on Steve’s part, his attraction for you grew exponentially, and you even spent some time with him at the Retreat. After joining the Avengers, he had been so busy that he hadn’t seen you and now . . . Your name was on a list of MIA Agents. 
He paced up and down the hallway outside the conference room, hand tangled in his hair. All logical and rational thoughts jumped out the window as panic seized his body, twisting his heart into a knot. His mind was filled with you: your name, your image, your memory. He couldn’t stop his thoughts from giving him horrible scenes of you being tortured or experimented on by these freaks. Hurt. Kidnapped. Scared.
The only way to get you back was to return to the conference room and face it, so that’s what he did. Thankfully, no one called out his abrupt departure, they were all focussed on Hill’s debrief. She was saying something about how she thought they were close to finding another base of the group’s, where they might have the captured agents, but could use Natasha’s hacking and cyber skills to decode their intel. She readily agreed. 
“Can you guys suit up and meet us at headquarters?” Maria asked, to which they all nodded. She ended the call and the Avengers all spurred into action, splitting up to change into their suits and arm themselves. 
On the way out, Natasha patted Steve’s arm. “We’ll save them,” she assured her friend, but he picked up on what she was really saying: “We’ll find Y/N.” 
// 
Steve realized pretty quickly, as he changed into his suit that if he wanted to get through this without falling apart, he’d have to switch to his Captain mode. He had to think strategically - they were saving a team of agents, not just you (even if you were the most important agent to him). He’d put Natasha, Clint, and Tony on fighting the kidnappers, Bruce would standby with the medical team in case they needed the Hulk, and Steve himself and Thor would recover the hostages. He also assumed they’d have S.H.I.E.L.D. agents to secure the base and to back them up. It was a solid plan, Steve told himself, and it was going to work. It had to work. 
When they got to S.H.I.E.L.D.’s headquarters, Steve relayed this plan to the team. Everyone was on board and now it was a waiting game as S.H.I.E.L.D. agents to crack the location. Steve was about to wear a hole into the floor with all the pacing he was doing, his heart hammering in his chest. Every second that passed felt like a decade. 
After the location was found, it was all a blur. Coordinating with the agents, talking with Hill and Fury, and getting to the base seemed to just all pass by. The moment he woke up was when he was entering the base alongside Thor, the agents and Avengers ahead of them to take care of their enemies.
“I can handle the rescue, Captain. You can focus on your agent,” Thor chimed in as they walked down the hallway, towards the cells they were told the hostages were in. 
Steve paused for a second to look at his friend. “Are-are you sure?” He asked – for once the mighty soldier was taken aback. He wanted nothing more than to devote all his attention to you, but he also knew he had a job to do as an Avenger and a leader. He owed it to all the hostages to give them his best self. 
“He has me, of course he’s sure,” Tony’s voice came from behind them as he approached. Steve could practically hear the snark in his voice (Tony Snark, he should be named, but he’d have to save that quip for another time). “They’ve got it handled up there so don’t worry, Cap.” 
Steve looked from him to Thor, who gave him an encouraging nod. “Okay,” he agreed, emitting an unspoken word of gratitude which both men received. For the first time in a long time, he felt a weight being lifted on his shoulders. For once, he got to abandon Captain America for a second and walk in there as Steve. For you. 
The three Avengers walked down the rest of the hallway and turned, finding a row of cells. Thor and Tony took charge, allowing for Steve to glance through all the cells until he found you. Finding you was what he wanted but the sight he was met with when he actually laid his eyes on you shattered him. The urge to vomit and also send every person responsible for this to hell hit him in one fell swoop. You were sitting, slumped back against a dirty metal pole that your wrists and ankles were chained to. You were still wearing your S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform, though it was dirtied, bloodied, and torn in places. So was your skin, Steve realized. He ached at knowing you went through pain. Your eyes were closed and Steve hoped to God that you were simply sleeping.  
Steve quickly bent to his knees and used his shield to break the chains, the harsh clang rousing you from your sleep. You mumbled something he couldn’t understand and he hushed you softly. “It’s alright, I’m here. It’s Steve, can you open your eyes?” He asked. 
It took you a couple tries, but eventually you got there. “S’ve?” You tried to say, struggling to talk. 
“Yep, it’s me,” he affirmed, feeling a pang at the fact that you could barely even speak. When he had thought about when he’d see you again, this was never in the realm of possibilities. “I’m getting you out of here.” 
True to his word, he hoisted you up in his arms. He had to put you over his shoulder like a Fireman’s carry in case there were any lingering enemies that escaped the team. Being upside down was surely uncomfortable for you, but he wouldn’t risk not being able to defend you. With long strides and quick glances, Steve got you out of there. 
Stepping outside into the world, he slowly lowered you down and maneuvered you into a princess carry, not going fast so as to not dizzy you. In the distance, he could see your other teammates getting loaded onto ambulances, with some of the Avengers assisting. 
“Hey, you with me?” Steve checked in, returning his attention to you. You were definitely out of it, eyes glazed over as you looked at him. You didn’t seem to really get what was going on, but you didn’t look panicked, so you must’ve known you were safe. With him. 
For a second - Steve was taken back. The tired look in your eyes reminded him of the aftermath of the first time the two of you had sparred together. 
“Are you sure you want to spar together, Y/N?” 
“What? You don’t think I can take you? Prepare to have your ass beat, Rogers!” 
With the super soldier serum running through his veins, it was actually you who had your ass beat by the blond man. You had probably known that would happen when you said it, too. Still, Steve needed to train and you were determined not to let his superior strength intimidate you like it had done with the other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Afterwards, you had insisted you were fine, but Steve knew that the many rounds you guys went through had exhausted you. He tried to apologize, but you refused to hear it. You knew what the terms were and you agreed to it - he won fair and square. You had fallen asleep on his shoulder that night, much like how you looked like you’d fall asleep in his arms now, and Steve swore in that moment that you were the most precious thing ever. 
“Steve,” you mumbled, blinking slowly at him like a cat. His heart thumped with such force in his chest - oh how he regretted drifting apart from you after he became an Avenger. 
“Hang on a little longer. We’ve gotta get you to S.H.I.E.L.D. medical,” he said, shifting you up a little higher in his arms before heading over to the ambulances. 
“S.H.I.E.L.D.?” You echoed grumpily, eyes half-closed. 
Steve bit back an amused chuckle at the way you scrunched up your nose. Truly like a cat (or a kitten, but he knew you’d raise hell if he called you that). You never much appreciated the medical agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s. You knew they meant well, but something about the whole thing made you uneasy. Steve was well aware of that and he thought about it as you walked. The Avengers had a pretty good medical facility . . . Not to mention, the thought of leaving you again and walking away like he had done with the Avengers felt like a knife twisting in his gut. He couldn’t do that. 
“Would you rather recover at the Avengers’ tower? I’m sure I can make the arrangements and I’ll, um, I’ll be around much more,” he offered, his eyes finding you again. He could never look away from you for too long. 
Steve was still a little nervous about this. You had every right to say no, to be mad at him for abandoning you. If you did make the decision to go to S.H.I.E.LD., he’d show up in your room with flowers as much as you’d let him, he decided. 
“Mhm,” you hummed, nestling your head against his bicep and closing your eyes. 
That was like music to his ears. He knew that things between you weren’t 100% back to normal, but this felt better than what he had ever expected. With a newfound purpose and his feelings for you blossoming, he marched towards the other Avengers to tell them about their new addition to the compound. 
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On The Hunt: You Broke and I Shattered
Summary- 3.9k Alpha Steve x Little One. You and Steve find where Ulysses is storing his stolen goods; vibranium from Wakanda. Scouting the building, you and Steve separate and Steve struggles with this lone wolf mentality.
Warnings- Steve being upset and lashing out about your relationship with Pan. Reader goes into her heat finally and confronts Steve during it.
A/N- Okay I know it's been a while, LONG WHILE since I have posted these two. Part of me is still apprehensive about your Steve feelings. Be mad and hate him if that is the vibe! I get it, honestly, I do. I can't help but love him as strongly as I always have because I love a broken character that I created. Thank you so much @yenzys-lucky-charm for walking through this and holding my hand with them. For always giving me reassurance to continue this story. You, my dear friend, are a saint for all you do behind the scenes. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics Enjoy, and if you did, please share and reblog. I also love hearing your thoughts and rants about them.
Chapter Seven / Masterlist
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It smelled bad. 
The Little Wolf’s nose wrinkled as she scouted the side of the large warehouse. You lost track of Steve after he shifted, the Alpha whisking his muzzle against the Little Wolf’s and then leapt away along the edge of the warehouse. As large as the Alpha was, he was easily able to meld into nothing when he didn’t want to be seen. A skill from many years of hunting. 
The Little Wolf weaved through the large piles of garbage and pallets, using them to keep her hidden from the multitude of cameras outside of the building. The installers had attempted to keep them hidden, but your time working with T’Challa had taught you where to look. 
The Little Wolf was also good at getting by unnoticed, the smaller stature and slinking nature could make her easily pass for a street dog that ran wild. 
The scents assaulting her were so foul and strong. The heavy acidic scent of fear permeates the stone and steel walls, making the Little Wolf’s ears lay flat against her skull, her nose wrinkling in discomfort. 
A scuffle of footsteps caught her attention, sending her into hiding with her radar-sharp ears swiveling towards the footsteps scuttling down the alleyway towards where you were hiding. 
“The shipment’s ready, just need the boss's sign-off.” You heard the man say into a phone and the Little Wolf pricked her ears to catch the last of the conversation. “Yeah, Klaue is expected in a couple days.”
He is not here yet. You mentally sighed, frustrated that there would be a period of waiting around for you and Steve.
<But he will be here soon for us. The Alpha should be coming around any moment, maybe we can get inside.> She was quiet in her movements, easing away from the rambling man whose conversation turned elsewhere, giving them no more vital information. Catching sight of the unlatched door, the Little Wolf paused, glancing around to see that no one was nearby. <Should we wait?> 
We could lose our chance. You urged her, unwilling to wait now that the opportunity of getting inside was just so available to you. 
<The Alpha…> The Little Wolf hesitated, glancing back at the direction Steve should be coming around. 
Will catch up. He can follow our trail and we might lose this entrance if that man comes back to lock this door. This is our chance to see the inside and be prepared for Ulysses. 
She finally relented, using her muzzle to ease the door open further and sneak into the dark interior of the warehouse, a sliver of light the only source into the belly of the beast. 
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It was easy remaining out of sight on the main floor, various containers of weapons that all smelled tinged with vibranium littered haphazardly around and in the center of the building were cages, all emptied but you could see that they had been recently used. All providing cover even as a silent snarl flirted across Little One’s muzzle, anger simmering in your chest as well as sadness that you had been too late to save those souls from whomever they were sold too. 
Flashes of your old life, the sales floor clouding your memories while you wandered between them. The fear and pain at being dragged in front of buyers, their hands running all over your naked body and the false promises of giving you a better life if you just bonded with them. 
The vileness of it made the Little Wolf shiver and a soft barely there whine escape. <Never again.> She assured you, the fur along her back bristling in agitation. 
Never again. You agreed with her, calming once more. You escaped, you had known love and safety with your pack and with Steve. Even now with you two separated, you knew Steve still wouldn’t ever allow anyone to use you like that again. 
The Little Wolf eased closer, edging along the last line of containers holding vibranium and weapons, trying to map the building. 
There was a huff nearby and you caught sight of silver fur rows back. Steve found us. The Little Wolf stopped, the tip of her tail wagging in a greeting but the Alpha stalked nearby, his eyes blazing furiously at the Little Wolf. 
She lowered further, feeling the anger roll from him while he slid up next to her, pressing in against her for a moment just to feel her before he silently let his nose wander along the edge of the containers. 
Loud shouts just out of sight called out directions to load pallets onto the truck, making you and the Alpha both freeze for a second. The Alpha turned away and returned to the Little Wolf’s side, rumbling enough so you felt the vibrations rising off him. Not an order from the Alpha but a suggestion that it was time to go. 
You pulled back, leading the way out, and once back outside, no one the wiser, you both bolted away from the warehouse. 
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It had been a while since you had returned to the apartment, Steve had been silent most of the time, both of you sketching out the warehouse's interior and tensley comparing notes with one another. But you could feel the tension crackling between you and Steve. All his responses clipped in a tone that you were just not used to from him. 
It was making your Little Wolf uneasy in your mind, pacing back and forth in a skittish way, making you feel like you were about to snap. 
You finally pushed away the notes and sketches of the warehouse, making Steve’s gaze snap to you curiously. “What’s wrong Steve?” 
His brows furrowed together and his mouth thinned with whatever he wanted to say being held back. “Nothing is wrong Y/N. We should contact T’Challa to let him know what we found.” He pulled away, going to grab his phone when you grabbed his forearm to keep him from avoiding the question. Steve stiffened, a shiver going through him and you saw his nostrils flare a bit, dragging in a breath of you. 
“Stop the bullshit Steve, you’re pissed and I don’t know why.” Your Little Wolf yipped anxiously, making you tense up all that much more. 
Clear blue eyes snapped, flaring slightly in a glowing color as the Alpha in him rose to challenge him before he turned to you with a slight bare of his teeth. “You didn’t wait for me Y/N. You charged into that warehouse alone.” 
Your hand dropped from his arm and you immediately snapped back, if you had hackles, they would be raised at the tension finally breaking. “This is what you are pissed about Steve? I was doing the mission. I don’t need your permission to do that.” A snarl emitted from you, daring Steve to bite back. “Not anymore.” 
He rose to the challenge, rounding onto you, his size a sheer force but you held tight, refusing to step back from him. “That’s right Little One, I gave you up and set you free from me.” 
A warning growl escaped you as a bit of tears threatening to well up hearing him. “That you did.”
“You have no regard for your safety, we are supposed to be hunting together and you just go into that building without me and that wasn’t the plan, I don’t care that you went in, but I didn’t know where you were, I just happened to catch your scent in the open door. What if they found you and caught you, what if I couldn’t follow you in?” He pulled away with a yank of his hand through his hair. 
You squared your shoulders, anger making your tone bite in your words. “It’s not your fucking job Steven to keep me safe. Why are you always trying to shield me?” 
“Cause Little One! It still feels like you’re fucking mine, even now while we are unbonded all I feel…” His hand slapped against his chest, where you knew his heart pounded its rhythm. 
“Well that sounds like your problem that you need to figure out. I’m not your Little One.” You tossed out, the pain searing into anger at the Alpha in front of you. “You ‘set me free’ which is utter bullshit, you don’t get to dictate how I work now.” 
It was like whiplash, his brow wrinkling as his sadness seeped through before anger masked his features once again. “Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten. You remind me, you had moved on right… to him?” 
You knew exactly who he was talking about and that made those tears finally fall, your hand lifting and slapping sharply across Steve’s face hard, enough that his head turned with the impact. 
“How dare you, Steve, Pan was my friend when I was broken. My friend Steve, he was exactly who I needed when I was alone. You did this to us. You and that fucking drive to keep me safe. Newsflash Steve, my whole life I fought and I’m never going to stop. Now I’m doing it alone without you. You just thought of how you hurt me while being collared, it was NOTHING compared to what you did in that hospital room. I lost you that day and had to learn how to live without my mate because he didn’t want me anymore.” 
“Fuck Y/N, I never said I didn’t want you.” Steve’s jaw clenched tightly, but the anger from his features was gone, disbelief crowning his features now. His hand reached out to draw you in, but you stepped away, unable to handle the contact.
“You broke me that day Steve and now you don’t like this version I turned into? You have no right to be mad about that.” Your voice cracked, a shiver wracking up your body while the Little Wolf started singing in the back of your mind, her own pain breaking in the song. “I survived being used, I survived beatings in attempts to make me submissive, I survived other Alpha’s scarring me with their bites, I survived all the times they tried purposely to break me into bowing for them and being this meek little pup. But you, Steve I barely survived you.”  
You let out a breath, feeling your chest lighten as Steve stood before you like he was at a loss for words for a moment. Before you would let him say anything, you turned away to your room and let the door shut him out. Exhaustion hit you like a ton of bricks and as you crawled into your bed to sink into that dark place you yet again were hovering in, your Little Wolf crooning to you, you curled into a ball in your bed and let yourself go. 
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Steve sat on the edge of the uncomfortable bed in the apartment. It had been hours since you just dropped it all on him, which he knew but hearing it come from you, how your voice became so vulnerable like you were laid open and left to pick up the pieces. To top it off, he knew he was an utter asshole for what he said to you, wishing he could take it back. But it was out there now and he knew he couldn’t take back what he said in a moment of frustration. 
There was no way to take any of the last year back, he knew he acted on instinct back then and he was wrong. All of it was wrong, but he had to live with his actions. Actions had consequences and all he could do now was live with those choices, and give you that freedom. You were right, he couldn’t be mad at what you turned into because he was a part of it all. Something in him shattered that day, hard broken shards that fed all his fears and he was still struggling to not give in to them.
It still didn’t make it easier for him, or the Alpha. The Alpha was furious with him once more. A snarling beast who lashed out to make Steve wince at the rage. But he felt he deserved it, he took each one without a snap back. 
To top the whole fuck up of a day there was a soft wail through the wall of disbelief and it hit every one of Steve’s senses.
Your heat finally arrived and right now you two were stuck together, with no way to give one another space during this vulnerable intimate time. 
And it was almost torture to Steve as his muscles cramped with restraint, resisting the urge to go to you. 
The Wolf simmered somewhere, Steve sensed him close, but he was still staying away from the conscious side. Your scent was heavy with need and that made a ping of guilt well up in him that your heat was going to be worse for you because he was there. 
If you were back in Wakanda he would slip away, leave you in peace to choose the partner you would want to help you through this. But not in the middle of a mission like this.  
<Coward> The Wolf snarled at him, his ears laid flat against his skull and showing his fangs with a snap of his jaw, jolting Steve back to his awareness of his beast. <You would run away instead of staying to take care of her.> 
His head hung from his shoulders, gritting his eyes and clenching his jaw as his own beast tried to take over, howling your song to call for you. His rut was going to be rough, more of his wolfish side coming through, the overbearing need to fuck and take care of his mate would be a whole other torture. 
“Fuck off.” He snarled loudly, aiming at the Alpha but your soft voice cut through his snarl, making his head snap up, his hair disheveled and eyes flashing a brighter color as his nose tilted up to catch your warm honeysuckle scent. 
“Steve.” Your voice was soft in tone and loud in every other way as it broke his inner battle, your hands clutching at a blanket around you, miserable looking. “She won’t stop…” 
Steve guessed, as much as his wolf was trying to take over, the Little Wolf would be too. You were so distressed-looking, shaking in the blanket even though it wasn’t cold. He straightened up, holding out a hand to you. “Come here Y/N.” He growled, unable to contain more of the Wolf coming through. 
It was all it took, the blanket fell from around you, your body to sensitive for anything on you, as you streaked to Steve, his arms circling around your waist and made you straddle his lap. Getting as close as you could be without pinning you underneath him in the bed. His clothes felt so constricting as you settled in close, tears starting to race down your cheeks while your hands slid up his chest, pulling his shirt over his head so you could get skin to skin, which he was thankful for. “I tried Alpha, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You leaned into him, your breasts pressing against his chest as your face tucked into his neck, hiding away. 
“For what Y/N?” he let his nose press against the back of your neck, inhaling deeply. That alone made the wolf ease back, and let him regain control. Heavy calloused hands went up and down your back as you started sobbing in his neck, your thighs squeezing against him as you rocked your hips slightly to rub against him. 
“For being here with you.” You pushed against him and stared at him with sorrow and pain that Steve couldn’t stop the kisses he flushed over your eyes as more of your tears escaped, tears that he caused. Salty on his lips as they escaped into his beard. His gentleness at the moment, although both of your bodies were screaming to mate with one another, seemed to break you. 
“I’m so mad at you for doing this to me.” You dug your nails into his shoulders, rocking again as he matched your movement, pushing up to give you some relief in your grinding. “I did what you said, I left you alone and you followed me here. I couldn’t escape you with the pack and I still can’t Steve. Why do you make this impossible for me?” You hissed as your mouth sought his, while his kiss stayed gentle, you bit at him, gasping against him as your nails clawed into the muscles of his back. “You left me Steve and it broke me more than anything else that has happened.” If this was your punishment, Steve would take it. Every sharp claw and hissing bite you lashed at him. 
Steve clenched his jaw, unwilling to defend himself and his choices. He did this to you and it was the least he could do was listen. Instead, he pressed you in closer to him, touching you in all the ways he knew made you feel safe and cared for, his lips pressing against yours while you broke because of him. Your pain you lashed onto his back with your nails sharply dragging up to grasp his shoulder and rock yourself in against him once again, he welcomed the pain as he would any of your touches. 
You shook in his hold, pushing away from him enough to look at him, your anger melding into sheer pain. “Was I too weak to be an Alpha’s mate, your mate? Do you regret taking a broken and used Omega? I need to know Steve.”
This he couldn’t stand, not from you of all people. With a sweep of his hold, he twisted you to the bed, on your back while he hovered over you with a bare of his teeth at you, all the long hair falling forward around his face, making Steve look wild above you. Your hands went to cup his face, studying the man you and your little wolf still fiercely loved, your fingers pushing up to weave into his hair. “Is that what you actually believe Little One?” Steve’s tone was graveled, a mix of his voice and the Alpha growling at the same time. “Do you?” He said sharper, making you roll your body up into his solid one, giving a nod when you couldn't say anything. 
His hands caught your wrists and let his nose trace the inside on each one, you went pliant against him finally and he let his whirlwind of emotions settle. He had you and wasn’t planning on letting you go till you knew in your soul that he never would have left you because of those reasons. 
Your hands were pinned swiftly, slamming them into the pillows scattered around his bed. “Little One.” He growled when his lips descended to the soft warmth of your neck column. Kissing behind your ear with much more gentleness than how his hand caged yours over your head. “You really don’t know do you, how much power you have.” His growls were edging on violent, wracking through your body while his touch remained loving, each glide of his hand tracing your side passionate while the other encircled your wrists above your head with controlled strength, the flick of his tongue gliding on your skin and light pressure of sharpened fangs all affection in worshipping you. “How I would do anything for you. You think me walking away didn’t destroy my sanity, made the beast try to claw from his cage?” 
You whined under Steve, your heat simmering on unbearable but his words were making you want to scream. All this time he felt this way and he still managed to walk away, leaving you shattered, your fingers curled, digging into his palm keeping you pinned down. He hissed at the pain but never loosened or pulled away from you. “You still did it, you claim to protect me from you.” 
Steve rose above you, his touch on your waist going to your face, turning your head till you couldn't look away from him. So much filled his gaze locking with yours and your unshed tears of anger, frustration, and pain were mirrored in his. “Because I am weak, scared, and broken. All I could see in that moment was you dead at my feet, that I had destroyed my mate, half of my soul. Alpha’s might seem powerful, but actually, we are empty without our other halves, made to serve our packs but never finding anything beyond that. That day I almost killed mine and I was powerless to stop it." His throat bobbed, swallowing past the emotion that almost seemed to overtake him. "I made a mistake and I see that now Little One, I let fear control me, and look what it did to us. I can’t take it back and will always live with what I did. You are right, I can’t be mad about who you are now because of it, you became stronger. You don’t need me, not really. You, my mate, you have all the power. Fuck, that day I was breaking down thinking I was powerless to control myself...”  His shoulders sagged like admitting this out loud to you took everything out of him. “I should have talked to you about what I was going through instead of running.” 
You eased up the grasp of your fingers digging into his palm, allowing yourself to soften slightly under him. Pulling a hand from his hold, your touch drifted up, sliding around the curve of his neck while you silently counted every little ragged scar circling his throat. Every little barb that dug into him and controlled him. This shattered your Alpha and he was struggling to be better. "I see you Steve." You whispered up at him while letting your thumb wipe under his eyes, clearing away the moisture welling up in those sharp blue eyes.
He reached up to take your palm, curling it against his jaw while he tilted into it, pressing his lips to the center. "I see you too Y/N, I'm so sorry I pushed you away."
Your Little Wolf called out his song again while his eyes scanned over your face, feeling the change in you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, holding him closer. “I could throttle you.” You chirped with a crack in your voice and Steve gave a soft sad chuckle as his head dropped to lean his forehead against yours, giving a little sniffle.
“I know I deserve it.” 
“And what do you want now Steve?” You asked softly, almost a whisper between you two. 
The Alpha was silent, his inhales drawing you in to smother all his other senses, if he could drown in you, he would so happily. “A chance for us, to be the Alpha and your mate you deserve from me.” He pulled away to catch your eyes, such a sharp blue with tinges of yellow melding to give hints of green, the Alpha bleeding through, showing while Steve gave you the answers you sought. “To give you all of me, even the broken parts that need fixing Little One.” 
“If I said I need you to talk to me Steve, you need to let me in instead of just trying to keep me safe from the world.” Your hand twisted in his hold, sliding your fingers through his above your head. “That you won’t shut me out because you are trying to keep me safe.” 
“I will spend my life showing you I can be your partner.” This next kiss was gentle, a brush of his lips to yours as you pulled him back into your hold, his heavy weight on you making you finally feel like you were where you belonged. “And I will wait, as long as you need to be ready for us again, if that is what you want.” 
Ready to be us again… You repeated to yourself, letting his words really take hold. The Little Wolf was a calming presence now, the heat sated enough in just this rebonding moment for you two. You pushed up your hips enough to push against Steve and he instinctively released his hold on you to fall back and take you with him, letting you straddle him while he laid underneath you now, his hands caressing down till they settled on your waist, content to let you decide what you wanted from him next. “I missed you, Steve, we missed you.” 
Your touch slipped up his chest while you moved to settle in against him, ease relaxing through you as his arms slipped around you, hugging you to lay against him and nothing more in the moment. You let your cheek lay against his chest, your head tucked under his bristled chin. You could feel his words as he spoke them out loud. “We were wanderers without our home Little One, we missed you too.” 
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thefallennightmare · 1 year
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Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader
Words: 3kishh
Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff.
Summary: When the past comes knocking, will reader give up her perfect, quiet life to be with the one man she vowed never to speak with again?
Authors Note: here is a little something I thought of in my sleep, so I hope you enjoy! Also, I suck at summaries so apologies ha.
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The sound of rain slapping against large, glass windows, eased my body and consciousness deeper into sleep. My soft snores echoed in tangent with the rain and I could feel my body sink further into the mattress, the last day falling away around me. It hadn’t been an exciting day, just spent working in the garden and working on my art; the same thing I had done so much of the last handful of years. It may not have been exciting to some but to me, it was my own solace. 
To be honest, the world past the treeline of my back yard scared me, even after all this time. I thought I had adjusted well but every time I went out into public for whatever reason, I was proven wrong. 
I never found myself complaining, however, with everything I had gone through and seen, I ended up retreating to this small cottage in the middle of nowhere Washington, away from civilization that scared me. Washington had no meaning to me, the farther I got away from him the better. I hadn’t seen him in over six years so I knew that I might have been over reacting in how far I tried to get away but I could never be too safe in something like this. 
Even if I hadn't seen him in so long, that didn’t stop the news or rumors of him finding its way to me. I never believed it, though. I knew who he was, truly. This life I had been living, we used to talk about how it would be for the both of us. Building our home together on a large piece of land with either the mountains or a lake in the backyard, somewhere for our kids to grow up in and us to grow old in. 
But with how things ended between us, I opted in creating this future without him. 
My body turned to the other end of the bed, the rain sounding behind me however with the knocking that echoed from the front door drained out the rain. It was a quiet but familiar knock. 
Our knock. 
Three raps against the wood then one solo knock followed by two more. 
My eyes snapped open, the drowsiness from sleep evaporating as I sat up in bed, gazing to the dark hallway outside of my bedroom door. All I could hear now was the rain until the knock sounded once more, this time a bit more persistent. 
“No way,” I muttered while letting my feet guide me towards my front door. 
It couldn’t be him. There was no way he could have found me, I made sure to cover my tracks when I moved out here. 
My eyebrows raised up in confusion when I looked out of the little peep hole, seeing nothing but darkness. 
Maybe I dreamed it?
I turned to head back to bed but when the same knock blasted behind me, I swiftly opened the door only to be met with more darkness. 
“This isn’t funny!,” I yelled. “You’re fucking with the wrong person.” 
The knife I had snatched from the table next to the front door clenched tightly in my hand. 
“Y/N.” 
Out of the darkness emerged the man that had been taking over my dream tonight, only this time he was in front of me, in the flesh, looking very different from the last time I had seen him. 
Long hair slicked back, a thick beard covering his face, and his once patriotic and noticeable suit was now worn down and almost dark, matching the way his eyes looked. 
They used to be so bright, full of life and love. But now, they were almost unrecognizable. 
“St-steve?” I stammered, stumbling away from him. 
A small smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “Hey doll.” 
My head shook, still not believing that he was in front of me. “Wha-what are you-how did you find me-what happened-is that blood?” 
A million questions ran through my mind and I didn’t know which one to ask first
I pointed to a wet spot on his suit, blood seeping through from what I was guessing a wound on his thigh; the large tear in his suit also gave me the answer I was looking for. 
Steve glanced down at it before a sigh fell through his lips. “I’m okay.” 
Our eyes locked and suddenly I felt myself become filled with rage. I hadn't seen Steve in so long that this is how he showed up on my doorstep? In the middle of the night and what looks like fresh off of a fight? 
 “How in the hell did you find me?” 
His lips parted to speak but a red head came bounding up the stairs towards us. The porch light casted over her face and even if I never met her before, I knew exactly who she was. 
“That actually was me. It took me some time, you really took yourself off of the map.” 
I raised a brow at her. “For good reason. You’re with him?” 
She nodded. “Natasha Romanoff.” 
It was my turn to nod, my suspicion of who she was proved right. 
“Y/N, we need your help.” 
Steve reached for me and I snatched my hand away, eyes sliced into him. 
“You disappear on me for years, after everything we had gone through together, and have the fucking balls to show up here asking for a favor?” I seethed. 
“We told him it was a bad idea to come here but he wouldn’t listen.” 
Another figure emerged from the darkness up my steps and I groaned in annoyance. 
“How many people did you bring to my house, Rogers?” I asked. 
“I’m Sam, Sam Wilson.” He nodded an introduction. “I’m sure Steve would be the first to tell you that we wouldn’t be here if we didn’t actually need your help.” 
I took in all three of their appearances and noticed exactly how tired they were. I wasn’t sure what the three of them had gotten themselves into but did know that whatever they were running from was important enough to come here. 
With a hesitant nod, I opened the front door allowing the three bodies to quickly slip inside. Knife still clenched in my hand, I did a quick once over of my wrap around porch to make sure that no one had followed them. Once it was clear, I slipped back inside my house and locked the door behind me. 
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“So you're wanted for treason because you guys didn’t sign some kind of accords to stop you from fighting? ” I asked Natasha. 
“It’s complicated, I know. But we really do appreciate you taking us in. We won't be here long, I’m sure.” 
We were sitting at my kitchen island, two cups of coffee placed in front of us, and I glanced over to my living room where Sam and Steve were quietly talking amongst themselves; most likely their next plan. 
Steve had his back to me and in the way his shoulders tensed, whatever they had been running from had kept them on the run for awhile. 
“How long have you guys been on the run?” I asked Natasha, looking back at her. 
Her shoulders dropped. “A long time.” 
“Well, feel free to stay as long as you guys need.” I gave her hand a comforting squeeze. 
The relief that washed over her face was immediately recognizable. “I don’t know what happened between you and Steve but I do know that this was the last place he wanted to hide out.” 
“Yeah, well I’m sure he was thrilled to come here,” I spoke with sarcasm.
Natasha raised a brow. “What exactly happened between the two of you?”  
Clearing my throat, I stood from the counter and motioned behind me. “There’s a guest room down the hall next to the bathroom that I’m sure Natasha will want.” 
She smiled a thanks before nodding. 
“Uh, are you two okay with the couches?” I asked more towards Sam. 
He nodded. “Better than what we’ve been sleeping on.” 
Steve refused to meet my gaze, keeping it trained hard on his boots, so I took it as a sign to retreat back to my room. 
“Help yourself to whatever you’d like. There’s extra towels in the hall closet if you guys want to take a shower.” 
Sam and Natsha said their thanks and without another look towards Steve, I slipped back into my bedroom, the door open ajar. 
Shaky hands ran through my hair as I began pacing my room, sputtering words falling from my lips. 
“Why is he here? I’ve done so well without him,” I muttered to myself. 
I could feel my heart hammer hard in my chest and it echoed loud in my ears when I thought of Steve, sitting in my living room; a sight I never thought I would see. My feet dragged over towards the desk in my room and I pulled out an old leather bound book. It was filled with my own thoughts and some pictures, the specific one I was looking for almost slipping away. 
The edges were frayed and the color was faded but the smiles in the picture were still there, bright as the day it was taking, almost a hundred years ago. 
Steve’s small arms wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me close. My hand squeezing the other man's face, the laughter from that day was still fresh in my mind. 
I traced a finger over the other man's face, a quiet sob echoing through the room. 
“I’m sorry, Bucky.” 
This picture was taken before Steve became the soldier he was now, back when everything was easier. The three of us grew up together since elementary school and Bucky and I became close as we reached highschool. Everyone said we were the perfect couple and I thought so too until I thought I had lost him. 
The night Steve had come to tell me that Bucky was gone was one of the hardest nights I had gone through; the night Steve left me behind was a close second. 
I loved Bucky, still do to this day, and will always love him. 
Guilt pulled at my heart because as much as I loved Bucky, I don’t think I could ever love him more than him. 
Steve. 
With a soft sigh, I placed the book back into the drawer of my desk and slipped underneath the covers of my bed, which had gone cold. I forced my eyes closed, hoping that the past wouldn’t resurface, however no matter how hard I kept them away, they slipped back. Loud, angry voices, bouncing around my head. 
Bucky’s alive but he’s not the same as you remember. You can’t go after him” 
Screw you, Rogers! You can’t keep him from me. 
Doll, I swear it’s not a good time for you to see him. He won’t remember you.” 
Is this part of your plan? Keeping us apart because we’re sleeping together?
With a loud groan, I turned over in bed, facing the doorway, and I found myself wondering what Steve was doing right now. 
I love you, Steve. 
I love you too, Y/N. But I have to do this. It’s the only way to keep you safe. 
Throwing the blankets off of me in an instant, I tugged on a sweater and quietly slipped out of my bedroom and back door, sleep being foreign now. Thankfully I was able to go unnoticed by the voices coming from the living room. 
The cold breeze blew past me, wrapping around my bare ankles, as I sat on the back step, allowing the sounds of the rain to ease my racing mind. 
“You always found the sound of the rain comforting.”
My heart hammered against the cage in my chest as I watched Steve lean against the post, arms crossed over his chest. 
I nodded. “Do you guys need anything?” 
Steve shook his head. “Sam and Natasha are already asleep.” 
“You can't?” I asked. 
“We’ve been on the run so long that my body is used to being on guard,” he confessed. 
I started chipping away at the polish on my fingers, nerves wrecking my body. This was the first time in so long that Steve and I were alone and there was the unsureness of if he had still felt the same. 
I did, there wasn’t any doubt about it. 
“Has he reached out?” Steve asked, treading lightly on the conversation. 
I nodded. “He called me a few weeks ago to check in. He’s doing really well where he’s at. The young girl is helping him get his memories back.” 
It was Steve’s turn to nod. “Shuri, she’s taking good care of him.” 
Silence fell between us and I looked up to the sky, the large moon casting a glow over the skin of my face; Steve’s as well. 
I didn’t want to admit it outloud but he looked absolutely breathtaking, especially with the long hair and beard. 
“Does he know-?” Steve trailed off. 
“About us?” I finally looked into his eyes.
When Steve nodded, I continued with a sigh. “Yeah but if I’m being honest, it’s been so long since Bucky and I were together that the love we shared isn’t the same as it used to be. We both agreed that although we love each other, we both needed to move on.”
He pulled his sweater closer to his chest, the sudden breeze causing us both to shiver. 
“What about me?” 
I was on my feet quickly as I walked back towards my house, not wanting to have this conversation with him. 
“I’m not doing this, Steve,” I informed while walking past him. 
“Doll, please,” He reached for me. 
“Don’t,” I seethed while pulling my hand away. “You lost the right to call me that when you left me behind.” ‘
“I didn’t have a choice, Y/N. It was the only way to keep you safe,” Steve defended. 
“I told you that I loved you that morning and that evening you were gone! If you never loved me all you had to do was say that.” I spat. 
Steve ran a hand over his face with a loud sigh. “I did love you, sweetheart. I did it for you; for us.” 
“You left me behind, Steve! When I needed you the most, you packed up and left! Who does that to someone they love, after everything we have been through!” 
My screams could be heard miles away and there wasn't a doubt in my mind that Sam and Natasha had awoken, probably wondering what Steve and I had been fighting about. 
“I was with you on that plane when you took it into the water, or did you forget?!” 
Steve’s face twisted with sorrow. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget that day, Y/N. I blame myself every day that I allowed you to be on the ship. I thought I could have kept you safe.” 
Tears pooled at the corners of my eyes. “We both went to sleep together that day, in the ice. We both woke up together, seventy years later. But you weren’t the only one that had to adjust!” 
“I know, I should have been there for you,” Steve stepped towards me. 
I stepped back from him. “The second you left, Fury took me under his wing, trained me to be his next assassin, something that I never wanted for my life. You didn’t want it for me either. But I didn’t have a choice. I needed to survive somehow!” 
Steve parted his lips to speak but I continued to rant on, everything I had bottled up all these years finally spewing from my mouth. 
“I was in this new world where nothing made sense so Fury used that to his advantage. I did things I’m not proud of and it gives me nightmares to this day which is why I had to get away. I needed to get far away from that life.” 
“I’m sorry,” Steve apologized. 
It went in one ear and right out the other. 
“Why now? Why did you decide now to come back into my life? I was finally getting over you, settling into a life that wasn’t filled with death or heartbreak. Then you came back, looking like this, and it brought everything back,” I sobbed while motioning to his new look.
Steve inched closer to me. “We needed a safe space and I knew that Fury had some place set up for you where no one can find you.” 
“So you only came to hide out, then what? Plan to make me love you again, fall into my bed, then leave before the sun comes up?” I accused with a hard gaze. 
“That was never going to happen,” He reassured me. “I knew that if I were to come back to you that I would need to do whatever it took to make it up to you.” 
I sucked in my lip. “Do you still love me?” 
The question burned deep in my stomach, spewing out like vomit in wanting to know the answer. 
“Never stopped.” 
Steve didn’t hesitate his answer for a second. 
The dormant butterflies sparked, their wings fluttering in my stomach slightly. 
“Do you still love me?” Steve asked. 
Before, I wanted to avoid this question with every fiber in my being because I never knew how Steve felt so now that I had his answer, I knew what to say. 
“Never stopped.” I repeated his own words. 
We shared a small smile but I held up my hand to stop Steve, who wanted to take a step towards me. Even though we admitted that we still loved one another and no matter how many times he apologized, I don’t think I was ready to forgive Steve. 
Yet. 
My bottom lip trembled as I let out a shaky breath. “You guys don’t have to rush out of here. Stay as long as you need. To be honest, the company will be nice. And maybe we can talk more about our future.” 
“I’d like that,” Steve admitted, his voice breaking. 
Giving Steve a final smile, I made my way back towards my bedroom, silently hoping that I wasn’t going to regret letting him not only into my home but back into my life.
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katgalaxywrites · 2 years
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Daily Chores || Steve Rogers
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Warnings: descriptions of sexual thoughts, fluff, implied smut (if your mind wants to go that direction), and I didn’t really edit this (sorry).
Summary: Steve loves to help you with daily chores, and you definitely aren’t complaining...
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Ever since Steve and you bought your little cabin, he’s been more than eager to help with all of the crucial daily chores. After all, his strength helped things get done a lot faster. And the view that came with it...
Holy wow.
Steve knew you were more into caring for the animals, feeding and transferring them in and out of the grazing pastures. So, that’s what you started with every morning. To your benefit, the front door of main barn gave you a perfect view of the wood-chopping area located just slightly up the hill. And since Steve’s impressive strength made that task a walk in the park for him, you were more than happy to settle for watching.
You glanced up the hill as Steve chopped firewood for your two wood stoves. With each swing of the ax, he hit the wood perfectly, splitting it exactly in two. God, how his muscles rolled under that fitted shirt. It was almost like he knew you were watching.
After about fifteen minutes of splitting the wood with his ax, Steve tossed the tool aside. Seconds later, he grabbed a piece of wood with both hands, and ripped it in two. 
Umm, what?
You stood there, almost dropping the bucket of feed in your hand, and stared up the slope. You knew your partner was strong, very strong. But, how the hell...?
And holy fuck was it hot. 
You turned away for a second, gathering your composure as you tried cool your whole body down. Every inch of your skin was flushed. However, there was work to do, and you needed to focus.
“You okay, Y/N?” you heard Steve’s voice call from just a few feet away. He was making his way towards you, offering that award winning smile.
“I--uh--yeah. I’m fine,” you fumbled, returning his gesture. Steve nodded, stopping just in front of you. 
“You seem a little distracted, baby. You feeling okay?” He reached out a hand and pressed it onto your cheek. “You’re a little warm.” 
You instantly flinched, leaning back a little. “I’m fine,” you muttered, earning you an even more concerned look from Steve. 
“Yeah?” His head tilted. You sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to let up until you told him.
“I just, uh, I was watching you chop wood.” You pursed your lips and looked away.
Steve stood silent for a moment, then burst into laughter. “You--You were watching me chop wood? That’s what has you all bothered? Why didn’t you just say so, love?” 
You shrugged. “Dunno. Just sounded, well, kind of creepy saying it.” Steve laughed again, then took a step closer, wrapping an arm around your waist.
“You think it’s creepy to stare at the man you agreed to spend your life with? Stare all you want, my love.” He leaned in a pressed a sweet kiss on your forehead. “Hell, now that I know you’re staring, maybe you’ll get a little treat.” He winked before pressing his lips on yours. He was warm and sweet as he skimmed your bottom lip between his teeth. This man.
You gently pulled away and shifted the bucket you still held in your grasp. “As much as I hate to say this, we’ll need to continue this later. There are several animals that are wondering why breakfast is late.” Steve chuckled and nodded.
“Better not keep them waiting, gorgeous,” he agreed. He snuck one more kiss, before leaving you to your chores.
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lovely-geek · 2 years
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Looking for a Steve Rogers story.
I don’t remember much. Just the ending. Steve and reader are dating. She gets kidnapped by brock. Who then makes Steve choose between saving reader. His living girlfriend or save Peggy coffin. Steve decided to save Peggy’s coffin. (Which has a bomb inside.) And brock teases reader bout how her boyfriend loves Peggy more then her and then proceeds to throw reader of the building.
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sunnysidevans · 2 years
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Sunshine & Cowboy Hats (3) - S.Rogers
Summary: Now as the summer is in full swing, you are still rebuilding when the bulldozer comes, tearing the rebuild to the ground. You continue to strive for peace with the loveable blue-eyed cowboy at your side.
Pairing: Cowboy!Steve Rogers x SingleMom!Reader
Warnings: (18+), angsty, mostly fluff, steve being the most supportive dude ever, some swear words but not many.
PART I // PART II > LIBRARY
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The hospital fell silent. You feel Steve tense beside you as your hand falls to his, giving a reassuring squeeze.
“The one and only” Ransom smirks, the same smirk he’d send your way whenever he got his way. “And who the hell are these people?” Steve steps up then, he knew you could take care of yourself, but he also knew, this man was no one to be messed with.
“Family” Ransom looks him up and down, scoffing at his response. A roll of his blue eyes as they fall back to you. “Where is my daughter?” you roll your eyes, turning back to the doctor at your side.
“Can I see her?” you ask as he nods, leading you back to the room where Vivian waited. “I’m coming too” you turned at that, daggers sent Ransom’s way. “You are not” he scoffs, “like hell I am, I am her father” you shake your head. “I am gonna take care of my daughter and if she wants to see you that is her choice” you snarl.
Following the doctor back to the room, you smile at your daughter's smiling face.
“Momma!” she squeals, arms held out in your direction as you smile. “Hi Baby” you make your way to the side of her bed, sitting to pull her into your arms.
“You okay?” you cup her cheeks, smiling as she nods eagerly. “I’m okay, I-I don’t know what happened” you shake your head, kissing her forehead.
“You are okay, just gotta drink more water when you are outside okay?” she nods, biting her lip, eyes falling to the door and back to yours.
“Can I see Steve..?” she hesitates, as if she’d be scolded for wanting to see her favorite man. “Of course” you smile. Pulling your phone from your back pocket, shooting off a quick text.
Steve feels the vibration in his back pocket, pulling the phone out he can’t help the smile that makes its way on his lips.
He follows the directions you gave him, soon finding the room.
He can hear Vivians giggles from the hall. Pushing the door open with his shoulder he can feel his heart double in size. You are sitting in the bed beside your daughter, holding her to you as she giggles.
“Steve!” her squeal could be heard from miles away.
“Hi sweet girl” he smiles, making his way to her awaiting arms. He sits beside her, wrapping her in his arms as she falls into his chest.
Her small form fit perfectly in his arms. 
He sends you a sympathetic smile, his arms rubbing soothing circles on Vivians back as she lets out a content sigh. “What are you going to do?” he mouths as you shrug, biting your lip.
“I don’t know..” you mouth back. He sits back to let Vivian lay back, her head falling back into his chest as you smile down at the two of them. Soon, the door is pushed open, Ransom’s sinister smirk the first thing you see. “Daddy?!” Vivan gasps, looking up at the door, he grins. “Hi baby” he makes his way in the room, You stand at the end of the bed, arms crossed across your chest.
Hand falling to his chest to stop him from moving any father. “This does break the restraining order, but she is happy to see you, I wont take that from her” you snarl under your breath, watching his eyes as they watch Vivians smile, not only directed at him but Steve. He holds his hands up in surrender, making his way around you.
Sighing, you make your way out of the room, Steve hot on your tails. You pace as the door closes, pacing the fluorescent lit hallway. “Hey” you look up at Steve’s voice, he steps in to stop your pacing. 
You stood in Steve’s arms for what felt like forever, his arms felt like a safe haven you never wanted to escape. The opening of the door startled you as you stood back to your full height, making eye contact with Ransom as he sent a smile and wave to his daughter. His eyes falling to you completely.
A smirk makes it on his face as he tsk’s. “You know, I give you credit I really do” he made his way to stand in front of you, he stood taller than your short stature. “You hid from me for months.. You hid her away from me” he shakes his head, hand on his hip. You can feel Steve tense beside you. “I hid from you for a reason, Ransom '' he shakes his head and a roll of his eyes as he scoffs.
“A reason? There is no reason to keep a girl from her father” you shake your head. “Let me guess, he took on the daddy role?” he points to Steve whose head perks up. “You moved on so quickly from me? So quickly from what we had?” you let out a deep breath through your nose.
“We had a toxic marriage, there was no love in that marriage excerpt for that little girl in there” you point to the door, “she was the only love that came from our marriage ransom” he shakes his head then with a scoff. “We are in love” you roll your eyes. “No Ransom we are not, we are far far from being in love, maybe in the past but far from it now” you feel Steve’s hand on your waist, looking at the man in front of you.
“I think it’s best we take Vivian home” Ransom looked like he could throw daggers at Steve as his jaw clenches. “I will take our daughter home” you shake your head.
“I will take MY daughter home” you push past the two of them and make it in to see Vivian. 
Shutting the bedroom door quietly, falling into the wall beside it quietly as you sigh. The whole car ride home trying to explain why dad was now here and why he nor Steve came home to tuck her in was extremely hard.
Running a hand down your face you push off the wall to make your way downstairs. The quiet knock at the front door makes the hair on the back of your neck stand straight up. Slowly making your way to the door, you open it slowly, two redheads standing side by side with sad smiles and two bottles of wine. You send them both another sad smile, moving aside to show them inside.
“You okay?” Wanda speaks first, her voice soft as you nod slowly. “I am, I can’t let him bother me anymore” you mumble, making your way to the kitchen to grab three wine glasses.
“I can’t believe this even happened” Natasha’s voice is quiet as she opens the bottle of wine beside you. “I do” you shrug, sliding the glass to her to pour them out.
“He’s not one to stop until he gets what he wants, he wants me and Viv” sipping on the glass you look between the two women in your kitchen. “Thank you for coming here” you whisper, holding the glass against your cheek as the two smile. “We love you, I know how hard it was to leave Steve there” Wanda smiles.
The smile that makes its way to your face as the idea of Steve has you blushing at the coo’s from the two women. “Vivan was upset he wasn’t here to tuck her in” you sigh, crossing your arms across your chest. “I’m not happy about it” you admit with a shrug. “He was upset he couldn’t follow you, but he also understands where you were coming from” you nod, biting your lip.
“I feel bad I upset him” you admit, looking between the two of them, tears rimming your lower lash line. “I feel bad this is even happening, to him, to Vivian” you whimper, letting the dam break that you were holding back. You fall into Natasha’s arms as she was the closest to catching you. “Oh love” Wanda is there, arms around you in the most nurturing way.
There in the darkest hours of the night you cried to two women you least expected to have in your life.
The glasses of wine left and long forgotten.
Steve couldn’t help to pace, biting his lip as he fought his mind and heart. He wanted to go to you so badly, he wanted to comfort you as he knew the toll Ransom took on you.
He also knew he had to respect you and your boundaries. “You need to relax” Bucky speaks up from the barn door, looking at him with a shake of his head. Steve jumps, looking back at his best friend. “I can’t relax knowing she’s hurting,” he admits, petting the horse in front of him, who does nothing but huff.
“I know how much her and Vivian have grown on you, I know you want to be there” he nods, looking back at Bucky. “The both of them mean alot to me” he admits, looking back at Captain, who stood with his head in Steve’s hand. “Maybe.. you should head over there, check on her” Steve’s head snaps to his best friend quickly.
“I need to also respect her wishes and leave them be” Bucky shakes his head, looking at the blonde hopeless man. “I think you know that didn’t pertain to you Rogers” he nods slowly. “Go” Bucky speaks again, Steve running to his truck faster than his feet could carry him.
He knew he broke too many laws on his way to the house, he would deal with the consequences another day. He wanted to get to you. Pulling into the long driveway he takes note of the vehicles in the driveway, just hoping he didn’t see Ransoms.
Quickly getting out of the truck he slams the car door, cringing as he makes his way up the steps. He lifts his hand, the door opening before it connects to knock.
“Get in here” Natasha whispers, pulling her best friend into the house.
“Woah woah what’s going on?” Steve pulls the hat off his head, sitting on its spot on the couch, looking between the two red heads. “I think the only thing that can help is you” Wanda speaks first, his brows pulling together as he looks between them. “I put her to bed, she cried for almost an hour” he nods slowly.
“She just needs you” Natasha admits as he nods again, now fully understanding. “I’ll take care of them” he slides the boots off his feet, leaving them by the front door so he does not track the dirt and muck through your home. “I got this” he smiles as they both nod, looking back at him as they make their way to the door, sending him a soft smile.
He makes his way up the stairs slowly, trying to miss the creak in the stairs to avoid waking you and Vivian. He moves to the door, taking a deep breath to prepare, seeing you so vulnerable.
He pushes the door open slowly, peeking around the door to take in your sleeping form. He smiles to himself, shutting the door quietly behind him. Making his way to the bed he sits beside you slowly.
You stir, feeling the bed dip beside you as you roll over, hand falling to his back. “Hey sweet girl” he whispers, hand falling into yours as he intertwines your fingers.
“Steve?” you mumble, voice full of sleep. “It’s me, get some sleep” he kisses your hand, he smiles as he notes the way your lashes fall across your cheeks, you were so peaceful.
“Lay with me” you mumble, pulling on his hand as he soon falls into the covers beside you.
He wraps his arms around you tightly, pulling you into his chest, tucking you under his chin.
You let out a heavy content sigh into the shirt he wore. “How’d you even get here?” you mumble, feeling the rumble of his chest under your head. His large hand was comforting as it made its way up and down your back, “Bucky kinda told me to stop moping around and come check on you”.
You can’t help the smile that makes its way on your lips as you nod. The comfort of his arms around you, you can’t help the sleep to take over you again.
“Go to sleep sweetheart” he runs his hands through your hair, nimble fingernails scratching at your scalp. Steve laid beside you as your breathing mellowed, signaling to him you had fallen asleep.
As he held you to his chest, he knew at that moment he was not gonna let anything happen to you or Vivian. 
— A MONTH LATER
Steve stood beside you, hand in yours as he stood in his nicest button down and nicest pair of pants, the man owned a pair of khakis, surprising you when you saw him pull them on this morning. “You may be seated” you sat beside your lawyer, Steve beside you. You can feel Ransom’s eyes on you, shooting daggers at the man beside you.
Steve realized he was far from being worth the suffering and way past letting him get under his skin. “I would like to start today by saying we will keep this civil, the life of a child in our hands” the judge began, motioning to herself and the jury. “Let’s begin with opening statements” your lawyer stood from her seat, adjusting her jacket.
“Good morning ladies and gentleman” she began, eyes on the jury as they began to hold their pens and notepads, ready for the arguments to begin. “I am representing my client today to protect a sweet innocent little girl” she began pacing, you knew Ransom’s lawyer was just as pissed as ransom to see her walking the courtroom.
She finalized your divorce with ransom, she was ready to fight for Vivian too.
You looked up at the soft comforting smile of your lawyer. “Hey” she whispers, hand on yours as she holds the tissue box out to you. “I know how much of a dick he is to you” she begins, keeping her hand in yours. You nod, wiping your cheeks with the tissues.
“Listen to me, hey, look at me” you look up to meet her eyes, biting your lip. “When you are ready”she whispers, sending you a grin. “I will take him for everything he is worth, especially to protect you and Vivian” you smile at that, nodding with a sniffle.
“I will make sure he never sees you or that little girl again, you can bet on that” you nod again, pulling her into a hug as she hugs you tight.
“I’m sure it is no secret who the man is sitting here today,” she continued, standing in front of the jury. “A man who took his families prized possessions, a man who murdered his grandfather” Ransom’s lawyer stands, “objection!”. Falling back in your seat you sigh.
“Hey” you look over at Steve’s soft whisper, sending you a smile. “We got this” he squeezes your hand, lips to your knuckles in a soft comforting kiss. You nod, sending him another soft smile and another squeeze to his hand, turning back to the judge. “Counselor” you lawyer nods then, “I’m sorry, murder accusation” she corrects herself, sending a smirk and wink your way.
“How would a young five year old be safe with anyone of this act? Someone who can do something so malicious, accusation or not” she nods, she notes the way the jury begins writing in the notebooks. “Nothing further” she buttons her jacket, walking to sit beside back in ehr seat as you send her a grin.
“Counselor” the judge nods to Ransom’s lawyer who stands with a cocky grin. “My client is a good man” he starts, you can’t help the eyeroll, you’re surprised they didn’t roll into your skull. “He has done nothing but care and love for his daughter, as well as her mother” he stands beside the jury then.
“But, she has taken that from him, his daughter” he nods, shoving his hands into his pockets. “After the finalization of the divorce, she packed up and ran, taking his daughter with her” you can’t help the eye roll then. “Taking her states away to hide her from the one person he adored the most, her father” you scoff, covering it with a cough as Steve's hand makes its way to your thigh.
“Don’t play into it” your lawyer’s voice can be heard beside you in a whisper. Ransom’s lawyer continued on, throwing to the jury how you stole his daughter away from him and took away the only person she loved, tearing you apart at the idea of you with another man who was now one of Vivian’s favorite people. 
The judge stood from her seat, gavel slammed down as she sighs. “I’m calling a recess, we will return in fifteen” she makes her way to her chambers as you sigh, head falling to the table.
“We got this in the bag” she rubs your back in soft comforting circles as you nod slowly. “You are doing amazing” Steve speaks, sending your lawyer a warm smile as she nods.
“We’re gonna get him” she agrees, standing from her seat. “Go out and get some fresh air, I’ll see you both in fifteen” you nod against the table as she sends a stern look to Steve as he nods. “C’mon sweet girl” Steve stands, hand on your elbow as he helps you stand, handing falling to yours instinctively.
You follow beside him, hugging his arm as you make it out the doors. “C’mere” you collide with his chest, wrapping around his waist, sighing. “We got this in the bag okay? Just like she said, she’s ready to fight for you and Vivian” you nod against him, standing straighter as his hand stays on your waist.
“I can’t let this man control my life anymore” you sigh, shaking your head as your hands fall on your hips, on top of Steves. “You won't” he admits, kissing your temple as he pulls you back into his chest.
He feels the buzz of his back pocket, looking down at the text with a smile. “Bucky and Nat ask how you are doing” you look up at him as he shows you the text, you can’t help the smile.
“Tell them surviving” you giggle. 
Fifteen minutes flew by as you followed beside your lawyer and Steve back into the courtroom. You take a deep breath as you sit down at the table. This was it. You would have full custody of your daughter, visitation as approved by you.
No more ransom at your neck about anything. Putting you down at the way you look at Steve, the way you looked at him at a time in his life.
The way Vivan had fallen for him as hard as Steve did for her. “Court is now back in session, Judge Reed residing” the woman made her way back to her seat.
“Welcome back” she nods in the direction of both of the lawyers. “I would like to hear closing statements at this time and we will let the jury converse” you nod slowly, looking over at your lawyer who sends a grin in your direction.
“We’ve got this” she stands, making her way to begin winning over the jury. You can see their pens moving quickly, writing and taking everything she says to heart. Your lawyer nods at the jury, “that is all” she makes it back to sit beside you.
Ransom’s lawyer begins, standing as he makes his way to the jury to deliver the final. The hopeful nail in the coffin for this part of your life. 
The jury conversed for hours. They made their way back to their seats in the matter of half an hour. Envelope that held your and Vivian's futures in their hands.
Judge Reed spoke first, “Can the head juror please stand” soon the young woman stood, looking between you and Ransom. You felt Steve tense beside you, his hand falling into yours out of instinct as you watched her open the envelope.
“We rule in favor of Ms.(Y/L/N) of full custody, with visitation upon approval of the appropriate party” you sobbed, falling into Steve’s arms.
You and Vivian were free of her father. Free of the insults, free of the snide comments and dagger he’s sent your lover's way. “You bitch!” Steve stands at the sound of Ransom’s voice. You stand beside him, a smirk on your lips, wiping your cheeks before you turn to him.
“Ransom” you can hear his lawyer mumble to him as he pushes past him to meet your eye. You smirk, looking at him with a raised brow. “Justice is served” you smirk, arms crossed across your chest as she snarls. “You can not take her from me, bitch!” you shake your head, looking at him.
“Looks like I just did Ransom” He lunges then, Steve pushes you behind him as he takes Ransom by his collard shirt. “I suggest you leave, peacefully” Ransom scoffs, pulling himself from Steve’s grasp as he brushes himself off.
“This” he points to you, standing behind Steve, “is far from over” he pushes past everyone then. Pushes the doors open as he makes his way out of the courtroom and your lives.
You grab him by the shirt, pulling him to connect your lips, hands falling to the back of his head to pull him closer. His hands wrap around your waist, he kisses you as if his life depended on it.
One thing about Steve is he cherished these moments where he could kiss you anytime he wanted. The softness of your lips never failed to amaze him, soft and pillowy.
He cupped your cheeks in his soft calloused hands, pulling away to rest his forehead on yours.
“Let’s go get our girl” he whispers, smiling as you nod, hand resting on his as you pull him down to your lips again.
He kissed you breathless every time, it was almost his goal.  “Let’s go get her” the smile on your lips was almost contagious as you walked hand in hand from the courthouse. 
As soon as the truck came into view Vivian knew. She couldn’t wait for you and Steve to get home.
As she went to bed last night, aunt Natasha told her that Steve and mommy would be home by morning. She squealed at the sight of Steve’s truck, running out the front door before Bucky could catch her to put shoes on her feet.
“Daddy!” She screamed, stopping you and Steve in your tracks, he looked at you as you looked at him, eyes meeting bucky’s at the top of the porch steps.
He stopped, crouching to her level to catch the five year old. He catched her with a grunt, hugging her to his chest as she squealed. “Hi darlin” he grins, pulling her to his chest again as she hugs his neck tightly. In that moment you realized.
Steve was more of a father to Vivan than her own father, she looked at him as if he held the world.
He looked at her like she was his world. You followed behind them, your family, as you made your way inside with them.
The summer sun was hot, beaming down on you in the tanktop and jean shorts that adorned your body. The hussle of the family pulled you from the potato salad you were mixing.
The sight of Steve and Bucky tossing your daughter in the air, quick to catch her as she laughs, the pool water beneath her to catch her if they didn't. You can’t help the smile to make its way  to your lips, wider than you think possible. “You know” you look back to see Wanda, shooing her own children into the pool with the boys.
“I think you were the best addition to this family” pulling her into you, giving her a side hug you sigh gently.
“This is my family” you mumble more to yourself than her as she nods, giving you a squeeze. “Yes it is”. You follow behind her with food in hand as you watch the kids in the pool.
“Food!” you yell, them all hurling themselves out of the pool at the mention of substance more than the bomb-pop popsicles. Steve picks Vivian up to set her on the deck, climbing out of the pool after her as he wraps her in a towel, drying himself off in the process.
They make their way to you, smiling. “Hi you two” you grin, pulled into the warm chest of your boyfriend. “Hi” he whispers, kissing your lips as if his life depended on it. “Ew” you hear Vivan gag as she walks over to Tommy and Billy. You smirk, pulling the cowboy hat off his head, even with swim trunks, no look was complete until he wore his hat.
You plop it on your head as you shoo him over to the food, giving his ass a slap as he passed by. You were thankful for that damn ad you saw on your way into the state, the stark rodeo.
The damn black cowboy hat that led you to this, standing here with your own family. People who loved you and your daughter unconditionally.
Who knew a cowboy hat could change so much in the span of a few short months.
As your blonde cowboy smiled at you like you held the world, you realized in that moment you were more than thankful for that cowboy hat, and the cowboy who wore it. 
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a/n: that is it! i honestly loved writing this lil guy and honestly this was something I've never seen in the AU world and I just hope every one loves it as much as I do. :)
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moonxnite · 3 months
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y’all ever fantasize about a fictional character a little too hard to the point you’re convinced you should be admitted to a mental hospital?
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imtryingbuck · 3 months
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You Promised
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader
Summary: Steve and reader have an argument and Sharon’s there to cause trouble
Word count: 1,178
Warnings: Steve’s a dumdum, mentions of cheating, Sharon-ew. very very terrible writing. Ending is…well it’s terrible
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Waking up in his old room at the tower, the memories of last night’s argument hit full force. Steve groaned as he sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he knew how right she was. He knew he had to fix things between them. He understands that she’s worried about him, he does. He just hates how it feels like he has to choose his job or her, because he truly doesn’t know which he would pick. His girlfriend who he loves or his job that he loves.
They’d been arguing ever since he came home with fresh cuts on his face.
“Steve all I’m asking is for you to take some time off from doing missions please!” She stood there with tears filling her eyes.
“It’s my job”
“I know and I’m not asking you to quit, I would never ask you to do that but at least do what Bucky does and take some days off, even if it’s just a few days every month! Please Steve”
“I can’t Y/n you need to understand!”
“I understand why you do what you do but you can’t keep doing every single day-“
“Don’t be dramatic it’s not every day!”
“It is Steve. You’re never home-“
“It’s my job Y/n!” He screamed at her.
“One, stop cutting me off! And two don’t scream at me again Steven. You nearly didn’t come home from the last mission, you nearly died” A sob broke past the barrier of her lips.
He was about to say something but then his phone started to ring “I need to take this Y/n it’s Sharon, why are you rolling your eyes?”
“Are you cheating on me with her?”
“W-what? Don’t be stupid!”
“Yes or no simple answer Steve”
“…No I’m not cheating on you”
“Why don’t I believe you?”
“Because you’ve got trust issues I’m not like your ex who cheated on you every single chance he got!” His voiced was raised higher than before. He didn’t even bat an eye when she flinched at the mention of her ex. He didn’t let her respond instead he answered his phone.
“Yeah I’m on my way doll, alright, you too, of course I mean it” looking at his girlfriend “I’ve got to go”
“Y-you called her- you are cheating on me with her, I fucking knew it I just didn’t want to believe it”
“What?”
“Just go. Your girlfriends waiting for you”
“I’ll be home soon. Bye”.
Only problem was being that he never went home that night. He berated himself mentioning her ex, he didn’t even try and correct her when she called Sharon his girlfriend. He hated himself for shouting at her, not once in the three years they’ve been dating has he ever so much as raised his voice at her. Searching for his phone which was normally on his bedside table when the bathroom door came open.
“Oh you’re awake, just needed a quick shower” Sharon says as she stands there with just a towel covering her naked body, her wet hair leaving droplets on the laminate flooring.
“Yeah that fine, I guess. Have you seen my phone?”
“On the dresser, I put it there after I spoke to Y/n. She was quite rude if you ask me”
“Wait, you spoke to her?” And the realisation that she showered in his bathroom “Why was you using my shower?”
“Yeah I told her you was still sleeping and she put the phone down on me”
“Okay but why are you using my shower?”
“Mines not working” shrugging her shoulders “hey can I borrow a shirt please?”
“No. Get out”
“What?”
“Get out of my room Sharon.”
“Alright mr grumpy pants”
Just as the door closed he jumped out of the bed going straight for his phone. Ringing Y/n and not getting any response he grabbed his jacket from the back the chair and headed straight out the door to head home.
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His heart stopped at the sight of Y/n packing all her things.
“B-baby what are you doing?”
“I’m leaving”
“No baby stop” every time she turned around to grab more things he was taking the things that was already in suitcase, out. “Y/n I’m sorry for not coming home last night the paper, baby please stop! The paperwork took me ages to get through. I ended up crashing in my old room”
“I told you I can’t go through being lied to and cheated on again, I told you and what did you do huh? You promised me Steve that you would never do that to me. You promised” The tears wouldn’t stop falling no matter how hard she tried to stop them.
“Doll I have never cheated on you, baby please believe me”
“Sharon told me Steve so just stop”
“Told you what? Y/n I’m not cheating on you please believe me!”
“That you two having been sleeping together for weeks. Move out of my way”
That, that made him stop. He wouldn’t lie if you asked him if he had a bit of a crush on Sharon when he first met her six years ago, but it faded away after a few months. When he met Y/n he didn’t think much of her then over the course of a few months he developed feelings for her, it took him over a year to confess his feelings for her.
Because of a lie that Sharon told now he was losing everything.
“Bab-baby she’s lying, I have never even so as much as kissed her! Y/n please please listen to me love”
“Why would she lie?”
“I don’t know but she is! Y/n, baby please I swear to you I have never even looked at another woman! I don’t want anyone that isn’t you”
“Why would she lie though Steve? Why was she in your room this morning? I rang you too apologise and to my surprise it’s her that answers, the she tells.. she told me Steve”.
“I-I don’t know. I really don’t. I was asleep and she came into my room and used my shower, I don’t know why she did but doll nothing has ever happened between me and her I swear!” He shakes his head “Y/n I love you, and I’m sorry for the argument last night. I’m sorry for earlier but doll I swear I’ve never cheated on you.”
“You’re telling the truth, oh God, Steve I’m so sorry I’m sorry I’’m sor-“
“Baby it’s okay! Stop apologising it’s okay, come here I’ve got you” Holding her tightly to his chest he repeats the words over and over.
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~A month later~
“Baby, come on Buck and Sam’s here”
“I’m coming hold on!”
He sees her coming out of their bedroom and he can’t help but smile at her, as she got closer towards him he took her hand into his “I love you do you know that?”
“I love you too”
Sharon ended up transferring. Steve listened to Y/n by taking a few days off every week, their relationship was so much better now.
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anonymityisfunwriter · 2 months
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The Heir and The Spare - Part 1: "Familiar and Strange"
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader Summary: Heavy is the head that wears the crown. Heaviest is the head that was always second best.
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Your nails impatiently thrum against the hard leather of the common room's chairs.
You check your watch again.
23 minutes late. 23 minutes of time and money. 23 minutes he could hold over your head. 23 minutes of power.
Power was all that existed in your relationship with Tony. His constant grabs for power. His need to remind you that you would always be second to him. It was the only language either of you spoke.
Dramatic, but true.
The whole room was so very Tony Stark. Ostentatious. Ultra modern. A nose dive into the future. And not a person in sight. No doubt Tony sent all his precious team mates away. How convenient. Heaven forbid any of them actually meet you.
You have half a mind to leave. You know Tony. This whole waiting game was one big power move to prove that he could summon you and you would appear. You shouldn't have come in the first place.
He didn't have the courtesy to call you, not that you would've answered in the first place. No, he sent Happy to tell you that he needed to speak to you. You weren't invited. You were summoned.
And now, he was making you wait. Just to prove that he could.
You've half convinced yourself to leave when an unfamiliar man stands in the very corner of your peripheral. He meekly waves, clearing his throat, "Um... excuse me, can I help you?"
With a bored, borderline unimpressed look, your eyes flicker up, "No."
He clears his throat again, that polite smile never faltering as he rubs the back of his neck, "Um, well, ma'am, this floor is closed off to the public. We don't allow Stark Industry guests or visitors up here."
You look up at him again with the most polite smile you can muster, "It's fine."
"It's not, ma'am," he insists. "It's a security issue."
You offer another, tighter smile, but patience was never your strong suit. "I'm waiting for Tony. It's fine."
You almost feel bad for your curt tone, it's not this stranger's fault for your terrible mood. It's Tony's.
"Well, the thing is, Tony is well aware of the protocol. It's his building after all."
You snort at the statement. Tony's building. Even if it weren't for the way the building stuck out like a sore thumb on the New York skyline, the Stark name in bright lights, the whole building screams Tony Stark. Stark Tower makes your head hurt as much as Tony Stark himself.
You resent every second you're in the building.
You hate being here as much as Steve Rogers hates you being here.
You tilt your head, quirking an eyebrow at the man, "Do you just take care of imagined security threats or is there something you actually do here?"
Steve quirks an eyebrow back at you, resting his hands on his hips with a bemused smirk, "I never said you were a security threat, a security breach, absolutely."
"And how did you deduce this?"
"A strange, mild mannered yet very attractive woman is sitting in a restricted area of Stark Tower. I, someone who does have authorization approach, and said women tries to distract me -"
"Is it working?"
"What?"
"Am I distracting you? Keeping you from going about your day? What exactly is it about me that you find distracting?"
"Well, you're very - hold on a minute, you just did it again," Steve points out with a wry grin.
"The way I see it, Mr. Rogers-" You stand up out of your chair, heels clicking onto the sleek marble floors of Stark Tower.
"How did you -"
"You have two options." You hold up two fingers, spelling it out for Steve. "You can go and get Tony and let him know that I'm sitting here waiting for him or you can sit here with me until Tony pulls his head out of his ass and waltzes out of his office - just to make sure I'm truly not the security threat you imagine. Your choice."
"Or, third option, I can call security and have you removed," Steve challenges you, a triumphant smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.
You return the smirk, resting on the arm of the leather couch. "You can certainly try."
He chortles, "Are you always this stubborn?"
"I prefer insistent. And yes, I am." You plant your hands on either side of you, teasingly shrugging your shoulders. "If I'm bothering you so much, why don't you remove me yourself?"
"I would never put my hands on a woman, and I never said you were bothering me, I only said that you're not allowed to be up here."
"I've given you your options. Take your pick."
The elevator dings before Steve can choose either option. Happy steps out of the elevator, looking like his normal frantic self.
Steve sighs in relief as Happy bustles over in your direction, "Happy, can you let security know that there's an unauthorized person in our residential quarters?"
You look over your shoulder at Happy, "Happy, you can let security know they aren't needed. Mr. Rogers is currently having a senior moment."
"Got it," Happy nods, immediately agreeing with you. "Have you -"
"What?" Steve guffaws, "Happy, don't -"
"You're a lot less charming in person," you blithely observe. "Has anyone told you that?"
"Have you talked to Tony yet?" Happy asks you. "Please, tell me he didn't leave you here waiting this whole time."
"Not yet," you scoff, looking down at your watch. 31 minutes late. "He's been more than content to keep me waiting here with Mr. Rogers as my companion."
"I'm not your -"
"Ah, speak of the devil and he shall come," you mutter, rolling your eyes as Tony strolls through the common room as though he's not over 30 minutes late to your meeting. "Brother."
"Sister," Tony coldly greets you from a distance.
"Sister?" Steve squawks. There is no warmth in the greeting. If Steve didn't know any better, he would say that a frost entered the room when Tony did.
"30 minutes late, Anthony," you chastise. "Maybe I should get you a watch for Christmas."
"Really? I thought you were too busy stealing Christmas from Whoville to celebrate," Tony quips.
You purse your lips at Tony, folding your arms expectantly, "To what do I owe the displeasure, Tony?"
"Maybe I've just missed that sparkling personality of yours," Tony sarcastically retorts.
"Jealous that actually I have one?"
"I'm so confused," Steve whispers, mostly to himself.
"Happy, fill in Capsicle, we have some business to attend to," Tony instructs, wasting no time before turning on his heels and heading to the conference room.
"On it. Do I need to call Pepper to mediate?" Happy calls after you. He shakes his head with a furrowed brow like the answer is obvious. He mutters to himself, "Never mind, I know the answer to that."
"What just happened?"
"You just witnessed the eighth wonder of the world, the warm and loving relationship of the Stark siblings." Happy claps a hand over Steve's shoulder, dialing Pepper's number with the other hand. "Consider yourself lucky to have come out unscathed."
"The Stark siblings? Since when are there two of them?"
"Sometime after you went into the ice but before you came out," Happy sarcastically replies. He shakes his head, taking a moment to fix his suit as he looks at Steve with an apologetic glance, "Sorry, their stress becomes my stress and stress is one of their favorite pass times."
"Uh..." Steve awkwardly lilts.
"Look, they aren't exactly on good terms."
"They're siblings," Steve chortles, dissmively rolling his eyes. "All families fight, Happy."
"There's a reason Tony doesn't talk about her. Just like there's a reason that Miss Stark doesn't come here."
"So they got into a fight, they'll make up eventually."
"They got into a fight two decades ago. I wouldn't hold my breath." Happy turns on his heels, pacing back and forth as he dials Pepper's office. "And I strongly suggest that you don't mention that topic to either of them. It's a bit of a touchy subject."
"I'm still confused."
"Tony Stark," Happy begins, dialing Pepper again. "Oldest child of Howard and Maria Stark. And a whopping 12 years younger is the youngest Stark, the second child and first daughter of Howard and Maria Stark. And I feel like I need to say this again because I don't think it sunk in the first time, this should not be brought up to Miss Stark because this is a very sensitive subject."
"Why?"
"Pepper, please pick up the phone. The last time they were left in a room alone, I was plucking shards of glass and splinters from my suit for a week," Happy rambles into the phone. He drops the phone with an aggressively exasperated groan, "As you can probably tell, they don't exactly have the closest or warmest or not hostile sibling bond."
"I'm still confused on the why?"
"I feel like you're not hearing the very sensitive subject of it all."
Steve apologetically winces, "Sorry."
"Let me offer you some advice, whatever you do, whatever superhero compulsions you may have, don't get involved. Not even a little bit. I promise you, nothing good comes from getting between those two."
"Alright, I'm hearing you," Steve acquiesces, raising his hands in defeat. 
"Are you?" Happy questions. "Because I am strongly considering going to find a football helmet before I walk into that room. Let's not add a super soldier to that mix."
"I'm hearing you."
If only he had actually listened.
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ronearoundblindly · 2 years
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The Dignity of His Choice (10)
Icon, Part One (see previous or series)
Steve Rogers x Reader (but due to plot he looks like Ari so don't let the gif confuse you ((even though he's real nice to look at)))
Summary: Bucky and Steve piece together a traitor's mission while you recover...or are you helping them even more?
Warnings for language and injury (minor). Also, chapter ran too long and will be three parts. No one is shocked. Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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Over the course of their lives, Steve and Bucky have had many moments of extreme understanding with each other. Bucky knew Steve would enlist. It didn’t matter what he argued. Steve knew Bucky blamed himself for all his actions as the Winter Soldier. He wouldn’t convince him otherwise. Bucky knew Steve would do anything to keep Tony at bay in Siberia. It didn’t matter that both were his friends.
They both knew that Thanos could be the end of the line. For five years, he was.
When the Blip ended, Steve knew Bucky wanted redemption, and Bucky knew Steve wanted a real life. 
So Bucky jumped from the altar cliff on Vormir with the Soul Stone in hand and woke in a glimmering puddle with Natasha in his arms, and later Steve married you.
For a century, they’ve understood each other, but there’s something else they grew to know. Fate makes a sick trade-off of punishment and penance. For better or worse.
Steve doesn’t have to say a god damn thing. Bucky knows that you are it for Steve. The whole kit and caboodle. The station at the end of the line when it comes right down to it. He doesn’t have to apologize. Bucky knows Steve will beat himself up the rest of his life either way. There is no good choice, but Steve makes one anyway.
He lifts the gun. Bucky nods. Steve can see the pristine acceptance written across his friend’s face. None of this is what Steve wanted for his life. He’s meant to put bullies in their place, teach them the error of their ways, not kill for them, not choose between the two most important people in his life, not destroy half of his whole world like the Mad Titan reincarnate.
Steve hears that you’re speaking, but he thinks you’re trying to tell him not to do it. He can’t let you talk him out of it. If Costa thinks Steve won’t, he may kill Bucky himself or make good on his promise to hurt you. Steve is too deteriorated. He has no faith he could fight the gun from Costa before he shoots you or that his reflexes are quick enough to re-aim and shoot first.
His finger starts to squeeze the trigger. He almost shuts his eyes.
The whine of the repulser stings like lightning in the air, and for a split second, he thinks Tony’s found them, too. His finger relaxes only after Steve points the gun back to…
…to where the threat is supposed to be.
There’s no Tony, just you and Costa tumbling down the frosted slope. Bucky launches himself forward before Steve even drops the weapon. It lands beside Costa’s in the snow. He follows, blood pumping too fast in a weakened frame. You’re smashing thin saplings along a mostly open path downhill.
“Go,” Buck commands as the traitor’s body stops when slammed against a stable trunk.
You fly one rotation feet first and skid to a halt. Steve can see you moving before he’s by your side, relief helping carry him the last few yards.
“Honey,” he soothes, pawing at your face to steady you, to look over your wounds, and to simply touch you because you’re alive and he’s alive and Bucky’s alive. Thirty seconds ago, he wasn’t sure.
“I TASTE METAL,” you yell, slowly shaking your aching head out of his grasp. “IS THAT BAD?”
Steve tilts you to examine the side where the repulser fired. The blood spatter isn’t yours, but the rivulet from your ear is.
You’re disoriented, looking around in the wrong direction over an idyllic moonscape before staring back at him.
“DID I GET ‘IM?”
“Buck,” Steve questions over your shoulder.
Bucky’s voice drips with pride and shortens on a smothered laugh. “Yeah, I’d say she got him. He has no face left.”
You half-heartedly thrash around, reaching to grab Steve’s arm, and your palm burns his sweater. After hissing and flinching away, he sees the makeshift gauntlet smoldering. The glass iris is melting and there are sparks. What on earth did Tony give you? Steve has to tug and rip it off your hand before it burns you, too. Why does it always have to be this hand with you?
He’s tossing it into the plowed snow from your descent when you lurch forward to vomit, so that’s a concussion, Steve figures.
“Man, I’m glad I only got slapped.” Bucky’s searching Costa’s pockets and stripping the guy down for evidence. “I assume this is a bad time for a ‘Miss America’ joke—aw what? When will they ever learn,” he grumbles while Steve steadies you. “Tattoo of a Maori fish hook. Genius. Right on his bicep, too. If he’d just worn short-sleeves, might’a known…”
Bucky continues to bitch. 
Steve focuses on getting you on your feet. He’s embarrassed to admit he may not be able to carry you uphill in two feet of snow. He’s unwilling to try and fail. You’ve been hurt enough, sure, but mostly his ego can’t take that final blow.
In the time it takes to get you settled in the belly of the quinjet, Bucky has hauled Costa’s body back, gone to the cabin to close the place down, and found the next-gen chopper Costa used to follow you both. Steve finds food for himself and two bottles of water all while watching your every move which is not much.
Over the jet’s comms, Steve hears Bucky rummaging to find the transponder and locater for the intimidatingly different Ten Rings vehicle. He’ll have to fly it back to HQ for more analysis.
Frustratingly, all Steve’s access codes have been deleted from the jet’s system, so he has to use Bucky’s. While flying in stealth, Steve has to keep a visual on the chopper to ensure they don’t crash into each other. It takes intense concentration, and Steve is brutally aware that you are just sitting in silence behind him. Every time he peeks over, you’re staring forward, rubbing at your necklace, wiggling your toes in his thick socks against the floor grating. That reaction is, however, better than screaming blue murder at the pressure change during take-off. He gets the feeling that if he were back there coddling you, he’d still find some way to hurt you more.
When they’ve reached a point that Bucky doesn’t mind the jet being tracked home, Steve turns off the reflective panels and relaxes a bit. Bucky ropes Natasha onto their line to let her know they’re coming back, and she suggests this is a good time to have Tony brought up to speed. Buck tells her to get Alpine out of Steve’s place.
“What? Why was your cat in my home?”
“Oh shucks,” Nat gasps, “is it hard to feel like you don’t know what’s going on, Steve?! Imagine that.”
He supposes he deserves that. Nat’s gone for over half an hour. Steve can only guess how rough that conversation is.
“I don’t get it,” Bucky throws out absently while Steve grabs more food and water from the back (like he’s done every fifteen minutes since shutting the bay door). “I know he can’t’of had a tracker on the jet, not one that told him where we were until after we landed, but that fishy fuck’s phone is still reading one now.”
He would have chastised Buck’s foul mouth if the concern wasn’t so valid. How did Costa get there so fast? How would he have known which jet to put a tracker onto?
Steve hears shuffling behind him, then a bang, and the clattering of metal. He turns to see you’ve vanished.
“Sweetheart,” he calls, launching himself over the back of the seat.
You’re between the rows of lockers, open toolbox on the bench beside you as you pry at your necklace with a screwdriver. When nothing comes loose, you grab a hammer and reach it over your head. Steve catches your wrist in time to stop you from smashing the trinket.
He tries to use hand signals and speak slowly so you understand. “What are you doing? What’s wrong?”
You hold up the necklace, back of the concave disk facing Steve, and there’s a small black rectangle with slightly bulbous ends. It does sorta look like the arm straps of his shield.
“HE TOOK IT THROUGH SECURITY,” you still yell before attempting to modulate. “I think he PUT IT there.”
Steve nods his head and takes the necklace. “Stop,” he motions for you to put the hammer away and starts gesturing again, “we may need it.”
You seem to understand. “I SHOULD have cauGHT it.”
He shakes his head wide. “No, Keeps. Not you.” Steve points to himself.
He secures the necklace in a lead-lined box that protects against remote detonation of confiscated explosives. No sooner has he locked it than Bucky chirps.
“Hey, you find it? The signal just went out.”
Dawn is breaking behind the plane.
“What’s our ETA?”
Buck bemoans Steve’s impatience. “We’ve got at least two more hours, punk. Leave it to the autopilot for a bit.”
So Steve grabs some more rations and water and goes to sit with you this time. Your ear is popping and throbbing, so he makes you drink but punctuates saving some for landing. You’re tired and injured. He gets why you are irritated and angry, too, but Steve wished for so much more from your reunion. He doesn’t know how to fix this.
Eventually, Bucky calls him over to change coordinates in the autopilot. This time Nat is explicit about why he’s not getting details. Just another thing he deserves.
The shuffle happens quickly once you touch down in a field beyond the compound. Tony and Natasha are waiting with an SUV driven by Happy Hogan. Nat says nothing to Steve. She walks onto the jet and flies it to HQ herself. Tony steps up with completely inscrutable features and he helps you into to car. Steve follows. Tony uses several instruments and gadgets Steve’s not entirely familiar with to treat your eardrum. He speaks only to you until you assure Tony he’s succeeded.
“Not perfect but better.”
Tony takes that in stride before finally looking straight at Steve. “Put those on,” he instructs, tossing a jacket and ball cap across the seats.
The car stops. You and Tony get out, but he says Steve’s is ‘the next stop.’ Happy drops him off at the delivery entrance just as Steve secures the hat over his long hair. Pepper Potts is right there on the loading dock demanding ‘you there, grab a stack of boxes and let’s go.’ She ushers three others carrying goods through the halls into your and Steve’s quarters. The real workers drop off their stacks and dollies of food.
The compound outside his home is replete with holiday decor. There is nothing inside your place
Tony is standing over you sitting on the couch until he spots Steve and nonchalantly steps over.
“Those go in there, please,” and he points to the studio office. While Steve hides in his own rooms, Pepper leads the others out again. It’s long enough that Steve can look around, and he sees that absolutely nothing has been touched on his drafting table. Everything is covered in dust except the meticulously sharpened pencils returned to their little drawer. He does remember that those were left on the coffee table.
Once the front door has closed, after a minute or so, Steve braves coming back to the living room where Tony continues a hushed conversation with you.
“Are you sure? I don’t have to go,” he hisses in whispers, but you shake your head.
“I’m fine. I promise. I’ll call off in the morning, and it’ll work out. Ren won’t mind covering one last time.”
“I’m a phone call away. Anytime. Friday will get me. Yeah?”
“Yes, Tony,” you sigh with a crooked smile.
Tony leans over to lazily rotate your wrist and hand. “Glad it came in handy. You want another one?”
“No,” Steve blurts out, “it nearly burned her hand.”
Tony ignores him and waits for your answer which is a simple shrug. Tony looks resigned to that being sufficient, chewing his lip as he rolls his shoulders back.
“And you,” he storms over, stabbing a finger into Steve’s sternum, “you’re grounded. Don’t leave these rooms. Don’t step out that door until we—your Team,” he emphasizes, “give you the all-clear. Got it, Cap?”
Steve nods, but that’s not enough for Tony.
“What’s your mission?” Tony puts his hand up to his ear like a father scolding a petulant child.
“To stay put,” Steve repeats softly. “I will not leave my home until you say I can.”
Steve feels like calling this place his home oversteps somehow. He glances over at you, coats removed to reveal one of his shirts, one of the big loose ones he bought for you to be comfortable, and Steve’s own grey sweatpants. You are head-to-toe covered in him, still, three months later, after all he’s put you through. His heart grows three sizes at the thought. It will be a Christmas miracle if you can ever forgive him.
Tony watches him watching you, and when Steve looks up, the man’s brown eyes are full of pity. Tony grabs Steve into a big hug and squeezes. It almost shocks Steve into a defensive stance, but he relaxes.
Without irony or scorn, Tony says solidly, “God, I missed you, buddy.”
Steve squeezes back.
When they let go, Tony smacks him on the shoulder. “Eat a cheeseburger or something. You look like shit.”
It’s so good to be back, Steve thinks, smiling as Tony leaves. He’s spent longer apart from Tony than this, but Steve even missed the crassness. Somehow, the pain of distance is worse when one party has no idea why the other is gone. Steve swears he’ll make up for it though, like so many other things.
You’re still quiet, hands over your knees on your lap, so he once again kneels at your feet.
“How’s your ear, Keeps?”
You shy away from his touch, suddenly intent on looking anywhere but at Steve. “I think I need a bath,” you announce, and his smile wavers.
“I can do that,” Steve replies with his hands to himself this time. “Let me do that.”
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l0velysmut · 9 days
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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”
me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:
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evansbby · 4 months
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝
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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark!Steve Rogers x naive!Reader
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: VERY DARK ELEMENTS, noncon, extremely rough smut, daddy kink, captain kink, age gap (Steve is very into the age gap), MAJOR size kink, no seriously Steve is HUGE, misogyny, loss of virginity, mentions of blood (heavy mentions), mean Steve (seriously, he has no soul and is very mean, honestly unhinged), anal play, oral (f receiving), innocence kink, naive reader, 18+ ONLY, NO MINORS. MINORS DNI.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Even Captain America deserves a reward after an intense, grueling mission.
𝐀/𝐍: Here we go! 16.3k words. Written very quickly. Not edited so please be forgiving. Also I don't have much knowledge on Shield and all that, so yeah! Final warning to PLEASE read the warnings! Anyways, enjoy!
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“The girl’s ready, Captain.”
Steve nods at the SHIELD agent tersely, “She’s in my room?”
“Yes, sir. And all your specifications have been followed.”
“Good. You’re dismissed.”
The agent bows his head before leaving the office, and Steve finds himself pacing. He often paced after gruelling missions, as if trying to get all the leftover adrenaline out. Tonight had been particularly challenging; a local university under threat from HYDRA. Thousands of screaming staff and students, the air painted with gunshots and screams of chaos. But Steve’s team had come to the rescue. Just like they always did.
His team all had different ways of dealing with it, the trauma and evil they saw every day. Clint had his family to go home to, and some middle-of-nowhere farmhouse that Steve would’ve found quaint if he’d given more of a fuck. Tony’s solution was alcohol – copious amounts of it. And maybe that would’ve been Steve’s fate too, stumbling out of a bar at three in the morning having no idea where he was, but of course, he had the serum to thank for avoiding him that. Natasha immersed herself in her friends, Sam partied a lot, Bruce locked himself up in his lab because God knew he was wrestling more demons than anyone else. Except maybe Bucky… But even Bucky had a girl to help him cope.
That left Steve. But Steve had this.
I deserve this. He thinks it to himself as he makes his way out of his office and down the hall toward the elevator. There are SHIELD agents scattered here and there, chattering mindlessly about the successful mission and how, thanks to the Avengers, there were no civilian deaths. But they all hush when they see him, parting like the Red Sea, their heads bowed in respect as he walks past them. The Captain. The hero. Their leader. He’s still in his suit, the shield still on his back and bloodied cuts decorating his face. Nevertheless, he’s the face of the Avengers. Everyone in this building looks up to him.
Everyone on the face of this Earth looks up to him.
And a few minutes later, when he gets off the elevator and to his private floor, walks over to his bedroom door and opens it, he finds a large pair of eyes looking up at him too.
You jump, the fear on your face so evident that Steve can almost smell it. Standing in the corner of his room as if you want to permeate through the wall or maybe disappear altogether. Your arms hug your body in a bid to hide it from whoever you thought was going to enter this room, but you seem to relax once you see that it’s him.
“C-Captain, it’s you! Oh, thank God!” Your shoulders sag in relief, although – much to Steve’s displeasure – you continue to cover your body with your arms, “I-I don’t know what happened, but there’s some bad people here, and they took me while I was being evacuated from the university, a-and they brought me here and they wouldn’t answer my questions and–”
Steve frowns as you drone on and on, talking about a mile a minute – a quality he doesn’t particularly care for in a woman. But his eyes drink you nevertheless. You look young – a college student, no doubt – but he finds he doesn’t mind that. In fact, it makes his cock harden, seeing how wide-eyed and naïve you look, a lot younger than him. A pretty face, and an attractive body too despite the fact that you seemed hell bent on hiding it from him.
“Put your arms down by your side.” He commands you, watching closely as you stop mid-sentence, your voice trailing off. He can tell you’re uncomfortable, confused, and probably tired out from fighting and arguing with his agents. But he knows already what’s going through your mind: that you’ll obey because it’s Captain America, and Captain America was a hero who always meant well. Hesitantly, slowly, your arms fall down to your sides.
Steve had very specific tastes, and his agents knew to follow his instructions to a tee. Which was why you stood before him, your body sheathed in the prettiest, most expensive vintage lingerie. All lacy and intricate, just how Steve liked it – white and silky, hugging your body like a second skin and accentuating your curves, making you look like half angel, half seductress. He’d long ago, in a different lifetime, pored over old pin-up magazines, just like any other boy his age would. He’d likened the white lingerie in the pictures to be what his innocent bride would wear the night he deflowered her. Back in the forties, back when he’d been a different man, a man who actually cared about trivial things like marriage and family. Years of war and fighting had beaten that out of him.
And yet, almost a century later, Steve still has a partiality for white, lacy lingerie.
After every mission (successful or not) SHIELD would bring him a girl in vintage lingerie. Always an unsuspecting girl who had no idea what she was being pulled into. They came in all sorts of varieties; crying, kicking, screaming, paralysed in fear when they realised the reason they were in his bedroom. But Steve deserved it, for every single sacrifice he’d made for his country, for the world – he deserved this one bit of pleasure. Bucky had his girl, Sam had his parties, Tony had his alcohol, Bruce had his lab… And Steve had this.
And it was the least you could do, the least all those girls before you could do, because hadn’t Steve saved you? Saved all of you? This was his payment. You were his reward.
“C-Captain?” He notices how you can’t help but stutter, and he finds it amusing despite the fact that he’s used to having this effect on women – especially immature college girls like you. You gesture down to your body, “Th-This isn’t how I was dressed – they put me in this, those bad guys! N-Now I don’t know where my clothes are, and, and…”
Once more, your voice trails off as Steve walks past you nonchalantly. He heads to the bathroom, making sure to leave the door open so he can keep an eye on you lest you try to escape. Not that you’d get very far – this whole floor was his and every lock required his facial recognition to open. In the past, other girls had tried to escape, and sometimes Steve enjoyed the chase. But tonight, he felt tense. He’d wanted to capture all the HYDRA agents but two of them had escaped. To Steve, that was failure, and failure made him tense. Angry. Frustrated. He needed someone submissive, obedient, quiet…
“C-Captain, I’m gonna be okay, aren’t I?” You ask, voice high-pitched and shaky, and Steve almost smirks. He stands in front of the sink, surveying the scratches on his face. They’d heal overnight, and once more he’d be the perfect face of the Avengers. The face of America. The face of hope, the face of good. If only they knew what went on behind his eyes, the thoughts he thought, the darkness behind the façade.
He washes his hands, observing the blood as it swirls down the drain of the sink.
“Sir… Captain… Is there a way I could call my family? They’ll be worried about me, and those people took my phone so I don’t–”
“Get on the bed.”
“H-Huh?”
“Get on the bed. I won’t repeat myself.”
Steve’s voice is soft, levelled, yet commanding. And he knows you’ll listen. He’s been over this with so many of the other girls brought in for him as a post-mission reward. You still trust him, he can see it in your eyes. You know him as the superhero you see on TV, where he’s all clean-cut and politically correct as he commands the hearts of millions through his motivational speeches and actions. And by the looks of it, you’re so naïve that he knows you haven’t yet figured out what “get on the bed” truly infers to.
And so you do, gingerly settling down on the edge of his king-sized bed, shaking like a little leaf but he can tell that you’re trying to keep a brave face as you look up at him, determined to trust the super-soldier that the whole country trusted. And breaking that trust, breaking that spirit that shone in your innocent eyes, that was the sweet release he needed tonight, or any other night after each mission made him grow more disillusioned. Breaking your trust, breaking your body so all of this was worth it.
Sometimes, Steve wonders when exactly he had changed. He remembers how plucky and optimistic he used to be. A little bit sardonic, a little bit sarcastic, but he really did have a heart of gold – at least that’s what people told him. Even after they’d dug him out from that iceberg, he’d still been that same guy. But that was years ago, and each day he grew more disillusioned with what he preached, what he stood for. He could never settle, never feel like he fully belonged in the world he kept risking his life to save over and over again. Even Bucky, who’d gone through so much, had managed to find fulfilment through finding love.
Steve, on the other hand, doesn’t think love exists.
What does exist is you… Sweet, quivering, innocent little you. The SHIELD agents know his tastes down to a tee, and physically, you’re everything he likes, everything he prefers. It’s nights like these when Steve really feels alive, when he snuffs out the innocence of some unsuspecting girl and reaps his reward for saving countless lives. He deserves this. God knows he deserves this.
“What’re you doing?” You whisper, eyes round as saucers as he reaches out to stroke your hair. He bristles slightly, annoyed by your persistant questions. You should know better – he was your superior after all. But you’d learn by the time the night was over, and so Steve resumes petting you, slipping his hand down to rub your cheek, feel your smooth skin under the rough callouses of his hand.
The same hand that had choked two or three HYDRA bastards to death earlier tonight.
“You will address me as Captain.” He says, dismantling his shield from his back and placing it on the floor against the bed. He follows your gaze, how your mouth drops open in awe despite how scared you are. His cock hardens, knowing you’re impressed by him. By his size, because he’s aware he looks even bigger in person than on the news – enough girls have told him that. And by the shield too, because it reflected his power, his status, everything that he supposedly stood for.
You clear your throat nervously, “S-Sorry, uh, Captain, I just, uh, I was wondering when you’d take me home,” you say the last few words quickly, as if you’re mouth’s dry and you’re rushing to get all your words out. “I n-need to get home, my parents will be worried about me, Captain, and I have homework–”
Steve almost snorts at that. Homework. You were even more innocent than he thought you were, if one of your biggest concerns was whether you’d get your homework done or not. And this naivete amuses him, enamours him, but most importantly, it gets him hard.
“You’ll be taken home tomorrow.” He informs you, his tone clipped and formal, clinical like a doctor informing his patient when they’d be discharged. He liked to keep it like that between him and his “rewards.” Steve didn’t believe in intimacy, and didn’t feel the need to waste kindness on you or any of the previous girls. He faked kindness and heroic optimism all day, it was only at night in the privacy of his quarters that he could shed all that away and allow his darkness to take over.
“T-Tomorrow? Why? Why not tonight? And why am I here, anyways? Everyone else was evacuated together!”
“Enough.” He says sternly, and you shrink back like a chastised child, or an injured puppy. He watches your lower lip as it juts out, and he wonders if you’ve done that on purpose as a way to appease him. He wouldn’t fall for it though, he was wise to women and all their cheap tricks they used to wrap weaker, lesser men around their fingers. Steve would never be one of those men. “You will not speak unless I give you permission.”
Your lower lip quivers, “I don’t understand…”
He sits down next to you, acutely aware of how much bigger he is than you. Leisurely, his eyes drink in your body now that he’s much closer to you. The bra pushes your breasts upwards so they spill out attractively over the creamy white lace of the lingerie, and he watches them rise up and down as you breathe heavily, probably trying to keep yourself from crying. He wishes you would cry – tears have always turned him on. But the night is young, and he knows he’ll see some tears soon, he always does.
“C-Captain, please, please help me! I’m so confused and I don’t know what’s going on, and I don’t know how I got into this outfit, I think they drugged me, and I’m scared, and I have homework, and I gotta go now, so pl– OW!”
Steve yanks you forward by your hair, till your face is inches from his, and he can practically smell your fear. Eyes as big as saucers look up at him, shining bright with unshed tears of both fear and pain. He loosens his grip slightly, despite the fact he isn’t holding you too tightly – but the serum gives him inhumane strength, and you’re just a weak little girl after all.
“Once again, I’m telling you not to speak without permission. Do not make me repeat myself one more time.”
You swallow harshly, bowing your head once he lets go of your hair. But your lips are now pressed tightly together, as if you’re hoping he’ll take you home if you shut up and listen. There’s still light in your eyes, you’re beginning to question him inwardly but you still trust him, Steve knows you do. And it’s not long now before he crushes that trust completely.
He sighs at your compliance, stroking your quivering bare arm, thrill shooting straight down to his cock because of how soft and smooth you are. He likes the juxtaposition between the two of you right now: you, so soft and small, so much younger than him, like a doll in your pretty lingerie that he’d picked out. And him, more than double your size, jaded with age that didn’t physically show, bloodied and scratched suit, rough hands, dark thoughts.
“C-Captain, I’m scared,” you whisper, and you really do look like you’re about to wet yourself, and it turns him on so much that he doesn’t even bristle at you speaking out of turn again.
“Good.” He murmurs, continuing to stroke you like you’re his little doll. There’s something about you, something so pure that he can’t really put his finger on. In the past, he’s been detached, unforgiving, often just throwing his “reward” on the bed, holding her head down against the mattress while he fucked the living daylights out of her. He would be detached and cold with you too, but this time he feels a peculiar need to savour you at the same time.
It's when he grabs your hand and places it on his hard crotch that you start crying in earnest, finally realising your fate.
“What’re you– No, please, not that! Please, I don’t know what’s going on, Captain, please–”
You try to snatch your hand back, but he holds it steadily in place. You’d never be a match for his strength, no matter how hard you tried – he had more brute power in his pinkie finger than you did in your whole body. And that turns him on even more.
“You’ll go home tomorrow,” he repeats, not even sure why he’s explaining anything to you, because he usually doesn’t speak to the girls brought for him at all, let alone reassure them. “Tomorrow, you’ll see your family but tonight, your body is mine and I’ll do with it what I please.”
You look like you’ve seen a ghost, but quickly you shake your head, blinking rapidly as if you’ve misheard him. “N-No, Captain, I don’t want to! Y-You can’t make me,” you look at him pleadingly, trying to tug your hand back but he holds it firmly against his covered cock, “You won’t make me, will you, Captain? Th-That’s wrong! An’ you’re a good man so you’d never do that!”
“Take it out.”
A different man would have perhaps consoled you, told you it would all be over soon, or maybe even made up an excuse to manipulate you into sleeping with him. A better man would’ve taken pity on you, given you your clothes back and taken you home. But Steve wasn’t like any of those men. All Steve was right now was impatient, and more than ready for his reward. I deserve it, he thinks once more to himself, before pressing your small hand down on his crotch meaningfully.
“Take my dick out.” He repeats sternly, and when you still don’t comply (probably because you’re frozen in shock and fear) Steve can’t help but quickly undo his fly before pushing your hand down his suit pants, letting out a hiss when he feels your dainty palm and fingers on his rock-hard flesh.
“No, no, no, please no,” you cry softly, rivulets of tears streaking your face, “This is wrong, Captain, please.”
He makes you wrap your hand around his cock, smirking to himself when your fingers don’t even come close to wrapping around all the way. The serum had made him a lot bigger than average, and a lot thicker too. So much so that every time he had sex, no matter how much he stretched the girls out, there would always be blood. He’d grown to become turned on by the sight of it.
“I’ve seen you on TV,” you whisper desperately, and he knows you’re in that state of mind where you’re just so scared that you’ll say anything and everything, “I’ve seen how you are, a-and you’re supposed to be the good guy, Captain. Please, let me go, y-you’re a good man so please–”
“Shut up.” He says simply, making you take his dick out. That quietens you up for a second, and you gape at his huge dick as it slaps up against his abs which are still covered by the suit. He hasn’t had sex or jacked off in about a week now (missions, press conferences, community work and other bullshit had kept him busy) and his dick is almost angry hard, the veins so prominent as he throbs in your hand.
“Stroke it.” He instructs you.
You shake your head, hand limp around his hard cock, “You c-can’t, this is wrong.”
“Drop the coy act,” he orders you, feeling a surge of impatience when he’s tried to be level with you for so long, “I know what you kids watch these days on the internet, and all the vulgar movies on television. Now do what I fucking say, or else.”
You look both taken aback and hurt by his sharper tone, and immediately you’re shaking your head.
“N-No, Sir, please. I don’t watch any of that stuff, I’m not allowed to, okay? A-And this is wrong on so many levels, you’re meant to be a good guy!”
Steve finds his cock hardening even more when he hears how you’re not allowed to watch the vulgarity that’s become so normalised in the media now as compared to back in the day. Were you, perhaps, a girl with morals? Someone who was raised well? He had yet to run in to such a girl in the twenty-first century.
“I’ve seen you on the news,” you try again when he doesn’t speak, “you and the Avengers, you’ve saved c-countless people. You’ve won wars for us. I w-went to see you when you gave a talk at my school last year, the one about good versus evil. You’re an inspiration, Captain, you wouldn’t do this!”
You’re talking a mile a minute, and Steve knows you’re doing it to prolong time till your inevitable fate. He’s tortured enough men to know that goners loved to run their mouths. As for what you’re saying, it has zero effect on him. He didn’t believe in what he said, what he stood for – you could never use that to persuade him to take a higher road.
He starts moving your hand up and down on his dick, hissing again because of how pleasurable your dainty hand feels on his rock-hard length, not to mention how much it turns him on that you’re still trying to pull your hand away, looking anywhere but at his cock, embarrassment mixing with the bone-chilling fear on your face.
“Y-You’re not a good man!” you finally sob out, shaking from head to toe as realisation finally seeps through your head.
Your words bristle Steve for whatever reason. In the past, his “rewards” have often back-talked him, insulted him as if they thought their words would have any impact on him – which they never did. But seeing you, with your bright, optimistic eyes that clearly looked up to him up until this moment, hearing you call him a bad guy… It makes him feel defensive.
“I saved you.” He spits out, “HYDRA attacked your university and I saved you and all your little friends. You’d be dead if it weren’t for me.”
You nod desperately, “I-I know, Captain, that’s why I don’t understand why you’re doing thi–”
“I deserve this.” He says simply, cutting you off. “I risk my life to save unthankful people like you, over and over again. Even a super soldier deserves payment, or at least an incentive to do what I do.”
Your jaw drops open, speechless and horrified. Steve couldn’t care less, and he feels another wave of impatience. Two weeks ago, he’d endured a similarly gruelling mission, and his reward had been waiting for him in his room. She’d been mouthy, of course, as most women of the twenty-first century were, but he’d fucked her and sent her packing within fifteen minutes. So why, on this particular occasion, was he sitting here making idle chit-chat with some dumb-witted college girl who was half his age?
He's always been quick, and you yelp in surprise when he grabs you by the waist, his rough fingers digging into your soft skin. He drags you into his lap, till you’re crying on top of him, your back to his chest. You struggle and flail against him, but it’s to no avail as he presses you down on top of his thigh, spreading your legs and locking them with his own.
“Stop struggling,” he orders you through gritted teeth, although he has to admit that having a weak girl like you fighting against him with all her might while he held you down with just his one arm was quite arousing, “It’ll be easier for you if you just stay still.”
“Please don’t, I-I’m not ready for this, I’ve never done this before, I–”
Steve snorts at that. He knows you’re young, but he also knows that girls in this century are promiscuous, and that’s putting it kindly. How many lies would you tell before you realised they’d all be in vain? He was goddamned Captain America, and he was going to have his way with you tonight no matter what came out of that pretty, pouty mouth of yours.
Grabbing your soft, bare thighs with his hands, he pushes them further apart, all while you cry and quiver in his arms like a wounded animal. Your white, lacy panties hide your pussy from his greedy, impatient gaze, and he wants nothing more than to rip your lingerie apart and ravage you to soothe the ache of his hard cock which is currently pressing against your back.
“Push your panties aside.” He commands, “and don’t even think about arguing with me. One more word of insubordination out of you, and you don’t even want to know what I’ll do.”
You’re sobbing and sobbing as you gingerly do what he says, and he licks his lips when he sees your bare pussy, trussed out for him as he holds your legs apart. He can’t help but press a finger on your bundle of nerves before swiping downwards over your slit. He frowns. You’re not wet. That simply won’t do.
Of course, he’s been in this situation before. Not often, because truthfully, women got wet the second they looked at him, turned on by his size, his power, his authority. But sometimes, like now, when one of his “rewards” was very scared and non-compliant, she wouldn’t be wet. Steve didn’t care, and he’d go in dry if he could except, with the sheer size of his dick, it just wasn’t physically possible. Often, he’d tell the SHIELD agents to prep his rewards before they were sent to his room – stretch their pussies out by whatever means (he didn’t care) so long as they were able to take his girth.
But you… Oh, he reckons he’ll have fun with stretching you out all by himself.
“Touch yourself.” He says into your ear, holding you in place tightly.
“I…I…I don’t know how, I don’t– I don’t do this, I’ve never done this, I–”
There’s something about your frightened demeanour that makes him realise that maybe you’re not lying after all. He raises a brow, “You’ve never touched yourself?”
“N-No, Sir – I mean Captain – I’m not allowed to. My parents are very conservative, Sir, I haven’t even had my first kiss. Please don’t make me do this!”
Steve didn’t think it was possible for his dick to get any harder, but it does. So big and painfully hard, it presses against your back almost indecently as he licks his lips, now infinitely more interested in you. So you were a girl raised right in these godforsaken “modern” times. His mind conjures up different ways in which he could teach you, mould you, ruin you… He doesn’t remember the last time he had a virgin – it was probably back in the forties, back when women were pure and of good heart and good intentions.
Maybe tonight’s reward would be sweeter than any other.
He grabs your hand, pressing it against your petal-soft folds. He takes your pointer finger and slowly, gently, circles it around your clit. You fight against him but it only takes you a few seconds to realise that your efforts are completely futile. Steve does not care for what you want, not in the least. You’re his reward, and he deserves this.
He leaves your finger on your clit, shooting you a deathly look that conveys that you better keep circling it or else. His own eager fingers explore your core, slipping down to probe you, finding that not even one of his fingers fits inside your little fuckhole. In fact, he tries pushing his pinkie finger up inside but to no avail at all. Fuck. You weren’t lying – you were definitely a virgin. Another telltale sign is how it only takes a handful of seconds before your wetness begins to spread, and you whimper softly – probably at all the foreign sensations you’re feeling as Steve continues to probe your hole.
“Feels good, huh?” Steve hears himself say softly, and he doesn’t know why he’s bothering wasting words on you. He never spoke to any of his other rewards – they were only there for his pleasure, and may as well have been inanimate objects to him. Dolls brought in for him to use and then promptly taken away when he was done with them. But you? Fuck, Steve doesn’t know what’s come over him.
“I-It won’t fit, Captain, please stop,” you cry softly when he tries to force his finger into you again. You’re adequately wet now, but your pussy continues to reject his finger, and he knows there’s no way you’ll be able to take his dick if he doesn’t stretch you out with his fingers first.
“I’ll make it fit,” he mutters, throwing you aside on the bed and standing up quickly. He sucks his finger into his mouth, tasting your sweetness and shutting his eyes for a second to savour your taste. And then he shoots you a warning look, “Stay there.”
He smirks when you don’t move an inch – probably paralysed with fear – as he walks over to the dresser next to his bed. Rummaging through his drawers, he sorts past all the sex toys that some agent had probably stocked up inside. Steve didn’t have much use for them, as he considered himself too traditional for toys. But he can’t help but be turned on by the idea of using a large dildo on you, or stuffing your virgin ass with a cute plug. But for right now, he grabs the bottle of lube – it’s half empty because of how often he’s had to use it on his past partners. Since the serum, his dick was way too big to go in naturally, especially when it came to a sweet virgin like you.
Roughly, he pushes you down till your back is pressed against his king-sized mattress. He climbs on top of you, rolling his eyes at the fight left in you, how you flail and fight against him despite his body being more than twice your size. He uses his arm to hold you down, but truthfully, he could’ve done it with just his pinkie finger.
“Stay still,” he commands, pinning your limbs down flat against the bed. You resort to sniffling and crying silently, your wary eyes watching him as he spreads your legs as wide as they’ll go. A sudden feral urge takes over him, and he rips your panties in half, the flimsy material landing gracefully on his sheets. Your bare pussy glistens up at him, now wet with your sweet cream despite how much you continue to cry. He can smell your sexy aroma; the scent of a virgin pussy and it goes straight to his dick.
With an animalistic snarl, he dips his head down between your legs. Using two fingers to spread your creamy petals, he lays his tongue flat against your quivering fuckhole. You scream in shock, body jerking underneath him but he doesn’t care. He grips your thighs, lifting your ass and lower back up off the bed, watching carnally as your wetness drips down to between your ass crack. He spreads your cheeks, smirking when you wail in surprise. He digs his eager tongue between your cheeks, probing your puckered, virgin ass before licking a straight line all the way back up to your pussy, ending with a harsh suck on your clit as he holds your hands at bay.
It’s come out of nowhere, this sudden need to taste you. Back in the forties; Steve had rather enjoyed going down on women. He knew he was skilled at giving head, he’d been told more than enough times. But he can’t remember the last time he’d done it. Never with any of his “rewards,” who were only ever good for fucking on their hands and knees like dogs. But you, you were different.
You wiggle, crying and begging him to let go of you but you may as well be a fly with how weak and inconsequential your pleas are to his ears. Instead, he laps at your baby cunt like he’s starved. Like a starved caveman, he spits down on your clit, wanting to make your pureness as messy as possible. He spreads his saliva all over your core with his fingers, marking you up with his DNA. He encases your now engorged bundle of nerves between his lips once more, giving it another hard suck but this time his teeth graze against it.
“C-Captain, oh-oh my God–Ah!”
It’s when Steve finally forces his one finger inside you that you squirt, drenching his digit as your walls clamp down around it. And God-fucking-dammit, he can’t believe how tight you’re squeezing his one singular finger, how tight and sexy and soft you feel around it. How your slippery walls pulsate around his digit like you’ve never cum before in your life – which would explain how quickly you’ve come undone. Some of your wetness lands on his face, some of it on the sheets beneath you, and that’s when Steve realises he’s given a virgin her first orgasm.
He can’t help but smirk, his finger still lodged inside you, but not even halfway because you’re still so fucking tight.
“Doesn’t seem like you want me to stop after all, sweetheart.” He says, not realising he’s used the pet-name on you until it’s already out of his mouth. He sets the lower half of your body back down on the bed, his finger still inside you.
You sniffle as your whole body shakes with the remnants of your orgasm, “P-Please,” you say faintly, and you can’t even raise your head to look down at him, “Please, can I go home now?”
Steve’s lip curls into a snarl, and he drives his finger inside you with renewed force, curving it upwards even when he feels resistance. You scream bloody murder, and he knows if your orgasm hadn’t sapped all your energy, you’d be flailing your legs again. But for now, he easily holds you down, feeling your soft walls encase his finger which is now up to the hilt inside you. That’s when he grabs the bottle of lube, squirting out a generous amount onto the rest of his fingers.
“N-No, Captain, please, I can’t take another one, I can’t, I can’t!” You plead, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “Captain – Steve – please listen to me, please, look, I can’t take another finger, pl–”
His palm lands on your clit with a wet smacking sound, and you howl in pain, your pelvis lifting off the bed except he pins you back down with just one hand.
“Don’t fucking use my first name. You will address me as Captain. One more slip up and I won’t do you the favour of stretching you out.” His intense blue eyes meet your tear-filled ones, “And trust me, you want to be stretched out for when I fuck you.”
With gritted teeth and a cock that’s now painfully hard, he gets to work trying to stuff another finger into your pussy. His other hand grabs your hip in a bruising grip, and his fingers stroke your smooth, bouncy ass every so often like he can’t help it. You’re turning him on so fucking much; with your crying, how you’re begging him to stop, how weak and small you are, how fucking tight your pussy is. It makes Steve want to say something just so he can hear you speak in response, despite the fact that he’s never vocal during sex.
“Tell me, why is your pussy so fucking tight?”
“H-Huh?”
“You heard me.”
You sniffle again, shooting him a pleading look that he doesn’t even bother acknowledging. He just looks at you with waiting eyes as he nonchalantly continues to force his second finger inside you. He wants to hear you say naughty things with your innocent little mouth, and talking would get you to fucking relax so he could penetrate you with his digits properly in order to stretch you out in preparation for his dick.
“I-I’ve never done this before…” you scrunch your eyes shut, but a quick slap to your thigh has you opening them again.
“You’ve never fingered yourself?”
“No!”
“Tell me why not.”
You bow your head, “I don’t know… I just… I never did, okay? I’ve never done any of it.”
A wicked thought crosses Steve’s mind, “Oh yeah? You’ve never done anything naughty, huh? You’re a good girl?” His second finger curves up to join the first, and your hips jerk forward as you suck in your breath. It makes him smile, and he slowly begins to pump his two fingers in and out of you, “You’ve never, say, humped your baby cunt against your pillow at night? Or your stuffed animals?”
The way you freeze and how your eyes widen is all the confirmation Steve needs. He chuckles darkly.
“So that’s the type of girl you are. Riding your pillow at night when you think no one’s watching, and you probably touch your body all over, too, don’t you?” Lightning quick, his other hand leaves your hip, grabbing your wrist and bringing your hand up to your chest. Through the material of your bra, he makes you cup your breast like how he would, wanting to watch with dark eyes as you play with your tits, trying to imagine how hot you’d look doing just that all alone in the privacy of whatever girlish bedroom you had.
Steadily, he continues to finger you, pumping his digits in and out of your greedy, wet pussy, and it makes slurping sounds as it swallows his fingers in over and over again. And he observes you carefully, notices your wide eyes, the sweat on your brow, the way your lips are parted as your breathing shallows out. He even sees the slight buck of your hips, and he knows he has you where he wants you, hanging on to his every filthy word despite your mind screaming at you to continue resisting.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Steve mutters lowly, “I know that’s what all innocent little girls like you do when they think they’re alone. You play with your tits and you rub your cunt all over your pillow, till you’ve got it all wet and messy. All while you fantasise about a man like me fucking you, taking care of you, huh? I’m right, aren’t I?”
You’re full on panting now, as if his beguiling words have made you forget all about your resistance, and you rock your hips harder against his thick fingers, little pants and moans sneaking past your pouty lips as he watches you closely.
“And then you act like a good girl, and you lie to me and tell me you’ve never touched yourself. But you and I both know that’s not true. Not when you spend your nights alone in your bedroom riding your little pillow while mommy and daddy sleep in the next room, and then when you’re done, I bet you bring it up to your face, just so you can smell your own wetness, right?”
This time, he gives your ass a swift slap when you don’t reply, and you cry out in pain before squeezing your eyes shut.
“Y-Yes,” you breathe softly, so softly that he barely catches it. But it makes him grin wickedly all the same. He hasn’t had this much fun with a reward since God knows when. He never bothers speaking to the lowlife girls brought to him as post-mission rewards, let alone engaging in dirty talk with them as he was with you, hanging on to your every word because it makes his dick so fucking hard.
“Of course, I’m right,” he mutters, “Captain always knows. I know you’re a little slut in the making just like all the other college girls of this century. You bring your pillow up to your face and you smell your cunt on there, and you lick it too, don’t you? You taste yourself because you’re curious, and you don’t have a man like me to show you how it’s done.”
He slips his fingers out of your cunt, your walls automatically squeezing around them as if they want to keep him inside you. But his digits are dripping wet, and he brings them up to your face. He shoves them past your lips, and you protest but all it does is create vibrations around his fingers as he smears them inside your mouth.
“Taste yourself,” he orders you, “suck on daddy’s fingers, don’t be shy.”
It takes him a few seconds to register that he’s just referred to himself as daddy. He hasn’t done that in a while – not since the forties, at least. Back then, it was quite common for women to call their man daddy, and Steve remembers enjoying it when he used to fuck the show girls during tours. But now? He usually stuck to being called “sir” or “captain” or just nothing at all. Because “daddy” was way too intimate, it suggested that he was going to take care of you. And he wasn’t going to take care of you – he was going to ruin you before you’d be taken away tomorrow.
And yet you look so sweet and cute as you suck on his fingers, too scared to fight back any more although your eyes blaze with objection, and tears stream down your face. He doesn’t think you’ll stop crying at all tonight, but he doesn’t give a fuck about that. Not when your pouty lips look so hot sucking yourself off his fingers.
“That’s right, get ‘em nice and wet,” he murmurs lowly, before deciding he misses the feel of your tight cunt squeezing his fingers – and he still has to stretch you out, too. He removes his digits from your mouth, watching as you gasp to breathe. He trails them down your front, down your chest, down your torso, all the way down to your clit. He gives it another smack, loving how you jerk upwards like you’re so damn sensitive.
He grabs a pillow, putting it underneath your ass so he has your cunt propped up and he can examine it better. Your cream is pouring out of you almost, dripping down to the pillow below you while you cry and pretend you don’t like it. But the signs are all there, he can even see how your pelvis shakes and humps upwards, because you need a man to fill you up no matter how much you protest.
“Tight little baby cunt,” he says softly as he spreads your pussy lips once more. You look so wet and slippery and yet he knows he needs to pour some more lube into your fuckhole, which he does. And then, without giving you much time to react, he shoves three of his fingers inside you, pushing harder and with more force when he’s met with any barrier.
“STOP, NO, PLEASE! STOP, CAPTAIN – TOO MUCH!” You scream so loudly that the walls seem to vibrate around the two of you.
“Shut up and take it,” Steve says, narrowing his eyes up at you before he focuses back on your gorgeous cunt, watching as your leaking hole finally swallows his three digits, “Look at this greedy little virgin pussy, so ready for my big dick to split her in half.”
You shake your head violently, crying and protesting, but it’s when you bat at his head that he sees red. How fucking dare you hit him? Just now, when he was thinking you’d been raised well, but clearly not if you didn’t think it was a problem to hit your superiors.
“You raise your hand at me again, and I’ll hit you back twice as hard.”
His menacing words make you freeze, and you whimper quietly in absolute fear as he continues to play with your pussy. He fingers you in earnest now, three of his digits stretching you out as he scissors you open, amused by the squelching sounds your cunt makes as it swallows his fingers over and over again.
“Apologise to me,” Steve demands, “say you will not raise your hand at your superior ever again.”
You sniffle, “S-Sorry…”
“Sorry, who?” He pinches your ass unforgivingly.
“Sorry, Captain! I won’t raise my hand at my superiors, okay? I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You squeal the last few words, your pitch going higher and higher as your hips begin to meet his thrusts. And bless your innocent fucking face, you look so confused by what’s happening. Your pussy’s jammed tight but he knows it must’ve started feeling good. All greedy little girls like you needed was a little push in the right direction.
Off their own accord, your thighs lock around his hand as you cum for a second time, your walls squeezing and pulsating against his fingers so fucking tightly as you mewl and cry above him. You’re absolutely gushing with wetness now, and the pillow below your ass is stained dark with your juices. For someone who kept claiming she didn’t want this, you sure were receptive to his touch.
Steve snatches his fingers out of you, smirking when you, despite everything, cry in protest at the loss of friction. He bets your pussy feels all gaping and empty now, because he knows how big and thick his fingers are. A normal-sized man would’ve had trouble stretching your virgin cunt out with his dick – Steve had had that same problem with just his fingers.
But he knows he’ll somehow manage to fit his cock inside you if he prepped you well enough. Or else he’d spend the whole night trying to. Often, with the women he’d slept with in the past, he’d be too impatient and couldn’t be bothered to prep them properly. Because of that, he’d only be able to fit half his dick inside them, and he’d grown used to fucking them like that, only because it was physically impossible to go any deeper. He won’t let that be the case tonight.
He climbs up your quivering body, and you look spent already after two orgasms, your eyes fluttering like you’re about to pass out. Steve can’t have that though, and he taps your cheek not so gently, hovering on top of you till you open your eyes and meet his gaze.
“Please, Captain,” you whisper faintly, “E-Enough, please. Can’t take any more.”
Steve ignores you. He’s grown distracted by your lips. How wet and warm and pouty they look, glistening with a mix of your salty tears, your cum and your saliva. Fuck. He never kissed any of his “rewards” before, it was too intimate and Steve didn’t do intimacy. But maybe…
He spits down on your face, his saliva landing on your cheek as you cringe. Fuck intimacy, Steve thinks, using his hand to smear his spit all over your face, till it’s shining with a mixture of both your bodily fluids. So messy yet so pretty…
“N-Never been kissed before!” you blurt out once more all of a sudden, as if you’ve read his mind. Your eyes plead up at him, a tiny bit of hope in your eyes as if you truly believe he’ll show you empathy and spare you, “P-Please, Sir. I’ve never been kissed, a-and I want it to be special…”
How cute. You were worried about him spoiling your first kiss as if he hadn’t just finger-fucked you to two orgasms in the span five minutes. Amused, he brings his thumb up to your mouth, stroking your pouty bottom lip gently.
“You don’t let the boys at your college kiss you?” He asks, again not fully understanding why he’s even bothering to talk to you, but he figures it’s simply because he finds it amusing.
“N-No, Captain.”
“Why not?”
“I’m t-too shy, and they’re not… they’re not interested in me,” you sound so shaky, peering up at him as if you expect him to just get off you now you’ve told him your sob story about wanting to save your first kiss to be something special.
Steve snorts. And just how fucking naïve could you be? You’re fucking delectable, he bets the lowlifes at your college creamed their pants thinking about you. Suddenly, he bristles at the thought of sending you back tomorrow, back to the dumb idiots you went to college with. But he shakes the thought out of his mind to focus solely on you.
“There’s nothing special about kissing,” he tells you, “Love, intimacy, saving yourself for that special someone – none of that’s real. The sooner you realise that, the better.”
He kisses you, cupping your cheeks with his hands so that you don’t move your face aside. At first, he’s rough, unforgiving, pressing his tongue into your mouth because you taste so sweet and he needs to get more. And then he slows down, registers your soft, quivering lips on his, how rigid they are as you don’t kiss him back. He snorts inwardly, not caring in the least. He’d kiss you all he wanted – he doesn’t care if you don’t respond.
Steve sighs into your mouth, so tuned in to your senses that he feels your breath hitch, and a tiny squeak sounds past your lips and straight into his. His thumbs, seemingly moving off their own accord, stroke your cheekbones, and he feels your body instinctively relax underneath his – probably because that’s the first and only gentle gesture you’ve felt from him this whole night.
Slowly, he sucks your bottom lip almost sweetly, as if lulling you into a false sense of security. You’re still too scared or shy to kiss him back, but that doesn’t make the kiss any less enjoyable for him. His tongue plays with yours coaxingly, because he can’t remember the last time he kissed a girl and liked it so much. And then he feels you give a tiny little kitten lick, as if you’re testing the waters as you move your tongue shyly against his. And the feeling goes straight to his dick.
He pulls away slightly to watch your face, amused when he sees your eyes scrunched shut and your lips slightly pursed, as if awaiting another kiss. And that’s what he does, giving you one, two, three quick pecks that have you inhaling deeply, and your eyes open cautiously. But they flutter shut almost immediately when they find him staring back at you.
Steve goes in for another kiss, as if one wasn’t enough because suddenly it’s like he’s parched, and his raging hard on would have to wait a second longer. His dick is as hard as a metal rod, resting against your bare stomach as he makes out with you. One of his hands reach down to cup your breast, and he can feel your nipple, hard as glass, poke against his palm even through the material of the bra. You squeak into his mouth again, as if him touching and playing with your breast is making your body invertedly respond to him.
He can definitely feel you kissing him back now, even though it’s shy and periodic… Your tongue moving slowly against his for a few seconds before you remember you’re not supposed to be enjoying this and you freeze. And then you start again, your tongue timidly stroking against his once more. Then you stop again. Repeat. It makes him smirk against your lips, feeling a rumbling in his chest like he wants to chuckle in amusement.
He pulls away, examining how breathless and cute you look. And you gaze up at him with glassy, wet eyes, those perfect, pouty lips still slightly puckered, as if you’re asking for more. But he continues to just drink in every detail of your face and how you look a mix of scared and curious, afraid and confused.
“W-Was I bad?” you breathe, and your innocent face is begging for reassurance. He knows because little girls like you always want reassurance, are always seeking out the approval of men like him. And a part of him wants to tell you no, no you weren’t bad at all. In fact, he rather enjoyed kissing you. But he keeps his mouth shut, because it wasn’t his job to reassure you. And maybe he wants you to be a bit insecure; you’d work harder in pleasing him if you thought he didn’t like your kiss.
He’s still cupping your breast with one hand, and he suddenly feels a wave of irritation at the lacy material of your bra. Quick as a wink, he tears your bra apart, the two ripped pieces now lying on either side of you. A hungry growl emanates from him, and he feels like an animal, he really just wants to suck on your tits but his dick is growing impatient, and you’d probably pass out from fear and dread if he stretched this out any longer.
He reaches to grab a condom from where he stashes them in his bedside drawer. Protection was a must for him – who knew what kinds of diseases all these modern, promiscuous girls were carrying? And yet, his hand falters before he draws back completely, his mind clouding with thoughts of how sexy your soft pussy would feel around his dick if he fucked you raw. Yes. He had to fuck you raw, feel your tight virgin pussy around him as he ruined it. He deserved as much.
Instead, Steve grabs the lube once more, acutely aware of you watching him with eyes round as saucers as he squirts a generous amount of it on his dick. He looks back at you, lying deathly still underneath him, looking like you’ve seen a ghost. He wonders if your pussy’s still tingling from the two orgasms he’s just given you, and he absentmindedly pumps his dick at the thought. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on before in his life, his dick so hard he feels he’ll blow his load right there and then.
He lines his cock up against your entrance, his hands holding your silky soft thighs apart. A part of him wishes you’d fight back just one more time, just so he could exert his dominance over you once more, just so it would highlight how weak and small you are. But you lay there, quivering in fear, definitely too scared to fight back, or too distracted by his dick he glides it up and down your wet slit in anticipation.
Suddenly, you grab his arm as if to stop him, and Steve narrows his eyes.
“W-Will it hurt?” You ask softly.
“Yes.”
You whimper, your grip on his arm tightening as another tear trickles down your cheek, and you look up at him with desperate eyes.
“Please, Captain, p-please could you… could you make it hurt less? Please?” You beg him so prettily, and he can’t help but focus on how your tears get caught in your lashes, and how you sniffle like a baby. “Please, I’m sc-scared, I– maybe if you were slow–?”
“It’s going to hurt no matter what,” Steve says briskly, feeling impatient beyond belief, and yet a part of him wants to brush and collect your tears. “In fact, if I go in slowly, it’ll hurt more.” He wonders if he should say more, say anything at all to ease your discomfort. But he reasons that that’s not his job – he’s not a lovesick boyfriend who needs to worry about your feelings. This is for him. He deserves this.
You start crying softly once more, your whole body shaking. Steve tries to ignore it, focusing on your cunt instead. His dick is twitching with excitement, the tip an angry red as he brings it up against your fuckhole. He grits his teeth and pushes in, but he can’t. You’re too tight – and he’s way too big. He sighs in frustration.
“Stop being so tense.” He orders you, pouring another decent amount of lube all over his cock as well as your entrance. He’d scissored you open with three of his fingers, but it had been an extremely tight fit. And three of his fingers didn’t compare to the girth and thickness of his dick – not even the tip of it. He frowns down at you, “You need to relax. It’ll hurt less if you relax.”
A panicked look flits over your face as you look down at his dick, and he knows you’re intimidated by his size. But then you take a deep breath, close your eyes and he feels your body get less tense underneath him. He smirks.
He grabs his cock by the base and lines it up against your hole once more. You flinch away from him, your innocent, puppy dog eyes blinking up at him. He doesn’t give a fuck though, and with a lot more determination this time, he grits his teeth and forces his way inside you.
Your scream is earth-shattering. But it’s music to his ears.          
“NO, PLEASE, NO, TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! TOO BIG!”
You thrash violently underneath him, limbs flailing before he pins them down. But for a handful of seconds, he can’t even really focus on you. Not when he’s finally basking in the glory of being inside your tight little snatch, and it feels almost euphoric. You feel so sexy around him, so hot and velvety, squeezing the life out of his fat cock. Well, he’s only got a bit more than his tip inside you, but it already feels fucking heavenly.
“Oh fuck,” Steve mutters under his breath, trying to get a grip and not get too lost in the feeling of your gorgeous fucking pussy. He hasn’t even fucked you yet, and yet he feels like his balls are about to blow with how fucking hot it feels being inside you like this.
“It hurts! T-Take it out, Captain! Please!” Your tiny hand grabs his forearm again, lips puckered so sweetly, even the grimace on your face looks beautiful. You’re beautiful when you’re in pain, and he’s addicted to the sight of it. For a split second, he imagines it’s his wedding night, and you’re his beautiful bride – sweet, innocent, beautiful bride and he’s just popped your cherry and now you’re his forever.
The thought makes him shudder, and he quickly pulls out (not that there’s much to pull out, since only his tip had entered you. You were crying and screaming just from being penetrated by only his tip, and this makes Steve smug, despite everything).
You’ve barely caught your breath when he drives his dick back inside you, and this time he really forces it in. Now that he’s got a taste of your warmth, he wants to be completely enveloped in it. His hands grab your hips tightly, forcing his fat cock inside you inch by inch. He doesn’t care if it takes all night, he was going to fully penetrate you if it was the last thing he did.
“Shhh, shut up and take it,” he orders you as you scream and protest. If any other one of his girls had screamed bloody murder the way you were doing right now, he would’ve smacked them unconscious. Not you though, and he doesn’t know why that is. “God fucking dammit, how is your pussy so fucking tight?”
“Y-You’re too big,” you answer, shaking your head over and over again, “th-this… this isn’t normal, Captain, y-you won’t fit! Please stop, something’s gonna break, I-I’m scared, I–”
He wants to break your pussy. He wants to break you.
“Shut up,” he snarls, before a thought occurs to him. Out of nowhere, he kisses you once more. Silencing your protests as his tongue works against yours, and he finds that he was already missing kissing you. God, you felt so good. Your warm, sexy lips against his and your warm, sexy pussy gripping his dick. God, fuck… So this is what great sex was, huh? Maybe he’d been fucking the wrong girls this whole time. Maybe he should’ve sought you out from the beginning – or someone like you. Someone young, innocent, unexperienced, delicate, fragile, a cry-baby. Just the complete opposite of him.
Despite everything, you kiss him back once more. Steve bets it’s because your girlish mind is trying to convince him (and yourself) that you’re a good kisser. He makes a mental note never to give you this reassurance – that way you’d just keep kissing him as if you had something to prove. Or at least that was the hope. Nevertheless, the kissing distracts you enough for him to still inside you (he’d only gotten less than a quarter of his huge dick in) and then he pulls out.
The third time he penetrates you, he does it with more force than ever before. And he bites your lip hard, grunting against you till he can taste your blood. That’s when he finally pushes more than halfway inside you, and he hears something rip from within. And you scream, you scream so fucking loudly and straight into his mouth, but he continues to kiss you, basking in the feeling of being inside you properly now. His dick feels so constricted inside your tight walls, but it’s the best feeling he’s ever felt.
He breaks the kiss to look down into your eyes, and savour your reaction to being impaled by him, to being filled up by only half his length. But your head lolls to the side, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
You’ve passed out.
“What a fucking baby,” Steve hisses, shallowly thrusting in and out of you. “Can’t even take daddy’s dick inside this tight little snatch of yours without passing out, can you?” Truthfully, he doesn’t even want to pull out, he’s so obsessed with how good your pulsating pussy feels around his dick. But he knows he needs to draw back so he can thrust back in even deeper. He’s only got half his dick inside you now, but he’s determined to get in balls deep before the night is over.
“Wake the fuck up!” he commands, wanting you alert as he defiles you. He slaps your cheek lightly several times, to no avail. He sighs, reaching for the glass of water on his side table. He dips his fingers into the liquid before sprinkling the water over your face. He slaps your cheek again, harder this time, and it turns him on when he hits you, taps into his darkest, most masochistic desires that he keeps under wraps from even himself.
It's only when he pulls out and slams back into you that you suddenly rouse, and it takes you a nanosecond to start screaming again, panicking and flailing underneath him once more. But he’s not having it this time, and quickly plasters his palm over your mouth to silence you.
“Tell me... how does daddy’s dick feel?” He asks you darkly, and he can sense the sadistic smile on his face fuelled by the sheer power he has over you right now. “And I’ll backhand the fuck out of you if you start screaming again, so don’t even try it.”
He removes his hand from your mouth and focuses on pushing more into you, and you pant underneath him, silently sobbing and cringing in pain. And yet you swallow and look up at him bravely.
“I-It hurts!”
“Address me properly.”
“C-Captain, it hurts!”
He narrows his eyes, “No. I asked you how does daddy’s dick feel?”
Your jaw drops open, and it looks like you’ve momentarily forgotten that he’s currently trying to impale you with his huge dick. Your face has the audacity to look mortified, and he wonders how innocent you truly are.
“I can’t… I can’t call you… That’s wrong!” you sputter, looking almost – dare Steve think it – cute. With your wide eyes and indignant gaze and delicious pouty lips in the shape of an o. You seem to blurt out your next words without even thinking: “Y-You’re not my dad!”
Steve barks out a laugh before he can stop himself, but he straightens his face almost immediately, reaching up to grip your chin harshly between his thumb and forefinger. Faced with your horror-struck reaction to calling him daddy, he now wants you to address him as that and nothing else.
“Listen, sweetheart. You may have noticed by now that you don’t get much of a say in what happens to you tonight,” he licks up your jawline before his lips brush against your mouth, and he speaks in a whisper, “Now answer my question. And address me properly. Or else.”
You look mortified, scrunching your eyes shut as you breath rapidly in and out. “It… It hurts…daddy.”
Steve feels like he’ll bust a nut right there and then. He doesn’t think he’s ever been more turned on. You’re so small and shy, so tiny and naïve and scared like a baby, and now you’re calling him daddy in that sexy, shaky voice of yours. Goddamn, what a sexy little slut you were. And he’d take care of you tonight, just like any daddy would. Oh… damn right he’d be your daddy tonight. God fucking dammit, you were such a little slut for calling him that!
With a renewed, carnal type of lust, Steve grabs your legs and hoists them over his shoulders. You yelp as he folds you in half like a goddamned pretzel. And the juxtaposition, the visual of your naked body underneath him still in his bloodied suit from the mission – God, it turns him on so much. He presses another kiss to your lips, guiding you into making out with him, wanting you to get obsessed with the idea of kissing him. And then he pulls away, and looks you right in the eye.
“Now you can scream.”
“Huh?”
He slams into you so fucking hard, he’s sure you see stars. And if you were screaming loudly before, it’s nothing compared to now. His entire floor is sound-proofed, but he’s sure the people above and below can hear you. He’s pushed himself far deeper into you, so deep that he senses something rip inside you again. And you’re crying, your little fists pounding against his chest, and yet Steve grits his teeth and mutters, “take it, just fucking take it,” pushing into you bit by bit, inch by inch, so determined to finally get his cock all the way inside you. Pulling out a bit, then pushing in some more while your tight walls try to push him out but he’s so much fucking stronger than you.
A deep rumble emanates past his lips when he finally – fucking finally – bottoms out inside you, and he leans down to press his forehead over yours so he can savour the moment. You were his, completely, irrevocably, undeniably his. You whimper and cry underneath him but it’s music to his ears, your sweet reaction to him popping your cherry, completely snatching away your virginity and possessing it as his forever. He looks down to where you two meet, sees your pussy stretched out completely around his girthy dick, and it makes him want to spontaneously combust.
“You’re mine.” Steve breathes against your lips, and for the second time tonight, the image of you as his little bride flits through his mind. Yes, you’d make a very fitting bride for him. Small and submissive and innocent. And he’d never taken marriage seriously before now but… well, how could he give you up? When he’d taken your virginity and made you his? How could he possibly send you back to wherever you’d come from? The mere thought fills him with vitriolic rage. No. You were to stay with Steve, and you’d be his bride. His wife. His. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
You don’t argue this time, or even hesitate. He knows he’s broken you when you look up at him, dazed expression on your face. “I’m – I’m yours, daddy.”
Fuck. And you’d gone and called him daddy again without him even having to prompt you. Yes. That more than sealed your fate. You would be his now. His girl. His wife. He’d keep you locked up in his room forever, the same reward that he’d look forward to coming home to after every mission.
“How does it feel to have your baby pussy split open on my cock, sweetheart?” He presses kisses down the nape of your neck, excitement rippling through him at his impulsive decision to make you his wife. The thrill of finding a bride as cute as you makes him want to kiss you even more, and he nips at your neck before reaching your lips, pecking them once, twice, three times. All while you look up at him with glassy, wet eyes and a pitiful expression mixed with something else.
“Please,” you breathe quietly against his lips, and with sapped energy you manage to grab a fistful of his suit, pulling it to get his attention, “Please, make it hurt less. Please.”
Steve smirks, pulling out of you and preparing to slam back in. But he grows distracted by the sight of his cock, completely coated scarlet with your blood. Your virgin blood. The pillow under your ass is stained with drops of dark crimson too, and he’s never seen anything like it. Fuck. He’d really done a number on you, hadn’t he? And he hadn’t even begun fucking you yet.
I deserve this, he thinks to himself.
He slams into you again, the gasp dying in your mouth when he grabs you by the chin and forces you to look down at where you two meet. Your eyes grow wider, your mouth dropping open as you shake your head in disbelief at the sight of your pussy so stretched out to accommodate his girth.
“What’re those conservative parents of yours gonna think when they find out their good little girl just got her pussy ripped apart by a man twice her age?”
You swallow and shake your head, “I–I…”
“Answer me!”
“They’d be d-d-disappointed!” You cry out, ripping your gaze away from the sight of his dick penetrating your formerly virgin pussy, instead looking up at him instead, your mouth looking so deliciously pouty.
Steve smiles wickedly, “It’s a good thing you’re not their little girl anymore, huh? You’re mine now, so their opinion doesn’t matter.”
“Th-They like you! They’re fans of you… They wouldn’t like this at all! OH MY GOD!” You gasp, and he has to hold you down to keep you from sliding upwards from the power of his thrusts. You cry out once more, “W-Was supposed to – ah! – wait till I was married…”
The mention of marriage has Steve imagining you as his little bride once more. He already owned your body, mind and soul – but the marriage certificate would make sure he owned you under the eyes of the law too. His kept woman you’d be, fluttering around his apartment like a bird in a gilded cage. Or maybe he’d move you into one of the suburban properties he owned, where he could come home to you and relieve all his tension and worries. Yes. It would be perfect. He’d make all the arrangements tomorrow…
For now, he focuses back on fucking you silly. Pulling out all the way, he rams his dick straight back into your cunt, and you let out a sound that’s a mix between a squeak and a moan. He looks down at you curiously.
“You like that? You like daddy’s big dick?” He grabs your hands, squeezing them tightly.
“T-Too big!” Your eyes flutter shut as if you’re about to pass out again. “C-Captain, please slow down! H-Hurts so bad!”
Steve bristles. Hadn’t he explicitly told you to call him daddy? After all, he’d be your daddy now. You wouldn’t be your father’s property after tonight. No, you were Steve’s. He was your daddy, and he’d take care of you because you’d soon become his bride. But he wouldn’t have an insolent, insubordinate wife who couldn’t take instructions well. That wouldn’t do at all.
He grunts, letting go of your hands and wrapping his fingers around your throat instead. You squeal in protest but it lands on deaf ears. His other hand presses down over your mouth once more.
“Shut up!” He snaps, “Stop squealing like a little bitch. It hurts but you’re just going to have to take it. And you better start calling me daddy, or else I’ll drag you back downstairs and fuck you in front of everyone.” He only means it as a threat, but he knows by the way your breath hitches that you’re innocent enough to believe him.
He removes his hand from your lips and taps you roughly on your cheek, “Tell me you understand.”
You nod, receiving a harder tap on your cheek and a menacing look.
“I-I understand, daddy, I – oh – oh my!”
He thrusts into you with such force, he knows you’re seeing stars. And it’s subtle, but Steve catches it. He catches the shift in your expression, this unfamiliar spark in your eye as if you don’t know what’s happening with your body. But Steve knows. Your body is finally starting to respond to his cruel ministrations – just like he knew you would. You were an innocent little baby but you were also a horny little slut who was enjoying getting fucked by a man like him.
“It’s starting to feel good, huh?” Steve whispers against your lips, imagining the different ways he’d take you for the rest of the night. Of course, you’d probably pass out again once he was done with this first round. But after that? Maybe he’d put you on top of him, bounce you up and down on his cock and get in even deeper that way. Or he’d make you suck his cock, or maybe he’d manhandle you till you were on his face, rubbing that sweet, gorgeous little baby cunt on his –
“I-I don’t understand!” You cry, and he feels you wiggle your hips subtly as if you’re trying to do it without him noticing, “Feels…feels…oh, oh god!” With abandon, your head lolls back and you rut your hips up against his dick, meeting his thrusts. Steve chuckles, a satisfied feeling spreading across his chest.
“All that crying and screaming, just for you to enjoy getting fucked by me,” Steve murmurs, brushing your hair off your face so he can gauge your expression better. You look so pitiful, biting your lip and looking up at him with wet eyes, humping up against his dick and your eyes reflecting the confusion you felt. “But don’t worry, all little girls like you love getting fucked by their daddy. It’s only natural, sweetheart.”
“D-Daddy, please,” you pant, and now your hands come up to grip a fistful of his suit, and he knows that you don’t even understand the pleasure you’re slowly starting to feel. And you’re gripping his cock so tight as he rams in and out of you, building up a steady pace now. He knows he’s found your g-spot and he’s pounding against it, but you have no fucking clue and it’s the hottest fucking thing ever.
“Look at you, humping your baby pussy up against daddy’s dick,” Steve shakes his head as if he’s reprimanding you. He spits down on your face, wanting you even messier. His hand leaves your throat as he shoves two of his fingers past your lips, spreading them open and spitting again. His saliva lands on your tongue, “Swallow it, you nasty fucking slut. I knew I’d make you my little slut before the night was through. I said fucking swallow it. That’s right. Good girl.”
“Ah, ah, ah– tingles… I – daddy! P-Please, I don’t know what’s – AH!”
 Your breathless moans and nonsensical garbles are like music to his ears, but nothing compares to the way you clamp down on his cock when you suddenly squirt around it. The way you squeak and clutch him tightly, and he fucks you through your orgasm. Your very first orgasm while getting fucked, and it’s so fucking sexy the way your tight walls flutter around him. God, he could get used to this feeling – buried deep inside your wet, tight snatch every single night from here on out.
“Did daddy make you feel good?” He breathes, hips moving like a jackhammer, his balls slapping against your pussy as he continues to fuck you.
You nod timidly, wiped out from your orgasm to say anything else. He smirks, watching your breasts bounce up and down as he fucks the living daylights out of you and you just lie there beneath him and take it. As if a part of you had understood that this was to be your job from here on out – his little fuckdoll, his little prize after God knows how many listless years of saving the world, saving people who he didn’t give a flying fuck about.
He’d won countless medals of honour, rewarding him for his bravery in serving his country, in saving his people. But you were his true prize, with your tight cunt that was his and his only. And how jealous every other man would be! He knew they already envied his physique, his fame, his authority. Now all those assholes would have another reason to envy him – because his little bride was the most innocent, most vulnerable, most beautiful girl they’d ever lay their eyes on. And it would be his bed in which you’d be, night after night, waiting with spread legs for him to fuck you.
Of course, he’d fuck other women if he so wanted to. Steve didn’t believe in love or monogamy. He believed in ownership, though. And he owned you, every part of you from your cunt to your soul. You wouldn’t even look at another man ever again, or else Steve would have you killed. And the thought of you with another man is what incenses him even more.
With a low growl, he pulls out of you. Your eyes shoot open, your mouth pausing mid-moan to look up at him desperately. Your cunt shamelessly humps the air, and he can’t believe what a little harlot you’ve turned into after your first taste of sex. He looks down at his blood-covered dick, grabbing it by the base. He lays his fat cock on your stomach, painting your smooth skin scarlet with your own virginal blood. The sight turns him on even more, and with another growl, he puts your legs down and flips you over on your stomach.
He grabs your ankle, dragging you to the foot of the bed while you squeak in protest and confusion. He gets off the bed, standing up to his full height as you cower beneath him, looking back at him over your shoulder warily, a trail of blood on the sheets from where he’d dragged you.
“Hands and knees,” he orders, “and don’t fucking make me repeat myself.”
This time, you do obey pretty quickly. Mustering up whatever energy you have left, you shakily get on your hands and knees. He grabs your hips just in time, keeping you upright before your body has a chance to collapse. Your legs are shaking and he knows your body can’t take much more. He doesn’t care, because he owns your body and you’ll take what he gives you.
“Nice ass,” he smirks, squeezing and kneading your ass cheeks liberally before giving your ass a hard smack that has your knees buckling. He hoists you back up by your hips, “Thank me for the compliment, sweetheart.”
“Th-Thank you, daddy.” You answer almost at once, and Steve grins wolfishly. He’s broken you. He bets you’d do just about anything to please him now. He bets you’ve forgotten about your life back home, and all your tiny mind can think about now is your daddy and his big cock.
With a grunt, Steve pistons his fat cock inside you once more. And god, from this angle, with your gorgeous, perky ass right in his fucking face, he feels like he’s going to blow his load any second. You start moaning again, rocking your hips backwards, garbling “please” and “daddy” and other nonsense. Your ass bounces with each thrust, and Steve can’t help but slap it brutally hard, over and over again, wanting you even more bruised and bloody than you already are right now.
“You like it rough, don’t you?” he asks, slapping and pinching your ass while he watches his dick disappear inside your sexy cunt over and over again, “you tried to act all innocent and cute, telling me you had fucking homework to do tonight, fuck!” He lifts your hips up off the bed to get a better angle, till he’s holding your entire lower body up in the air.  It gives him better leverage, since he’s so tall, and he fucks you on his dick like you were nothing more than a fleshlight.
“I – ah, daddy! – I d-do have h-h-homework – OH MY GOD!”
It just gets Steve even harder, hearing you be so innocent despite being held up and fucked like a dog. You’ve got your elbows propped on the mattress to keep you up, your legs flailing helplessly as he holds your hips in the air, ramming you repeatedly with his fat cock till he knows you’re seeing stars.
“Forget about your fucking homework from now on,” he spits out, grabbing your ass lewdly and jiggling it, fascinated by how it bounces so cutely. “There’s no way I’m letting you go back to that college of yours.”
“Wh-What?”
He doesn’t answer, and the room is filled with sounds of skin slapping against skin, the carnal sound of Steve staking his claim on you. With all his other rewards, he’d be done in about fifteen minutes. You, he’d have you all night if he could. Well, he can – he’s built like a fucking tank with stamina for days. You, on the other hand, keep looking like you’re going to pass out and he’s pretty sure he’s done some type of damage to your pussy. He’d have SHIELD’s physician check you tomorrow.
He throws you back down on the bed, not giving you a chance to even catch your breath before he’s on top of you, flipping you on your back and urgently pressing his lips to yours. Much to his smugness, this time you respond as if it’s muscle memory, kissing him back as best as you can. And for a person who’s just learnt how to kiss, you sure were extremely desperate for it. You keep kissing him even when he enters back into you for the third time, fucking you on your back and this time you wrap your arms and legs around him like a goddamned koala bear, your kisses growing more fervent till Steve pulls away and chuckles against your lips.
“You like kissing me?” He finds himself asking you, holding you in place beneath him as he fucks you hard, but his one hand comes up to grip your chin so you don’t look away, “be honest, baby. You like kissing daddy?”
Your eyes widen in fear at the direct question, and he watches the panic on your face. But then your features contort in pleasure as he repeatedly hits that spot deep inside you, and you nod desperately, surging up to kiss him again but he pushes you back down.
“Use your words.”
“Ah, y-yes, I do, okay!? I like it! P-Please!”
You start doing that thing again, humping pathetically up into him as if to meet his thrusts. And he wonders if you realise how easy he’s truly going on you. He reckons he’s using about five percent of his power right now as he rams into you repeatedly. Any more than that and he’s sure he’d shatter your pelvis or cause permanent damage.
“Kiss me, then.” Steve says, not knowing why he sounds so gentle. He probably had something stuck in his throat, but he doesn’t dwell over it because, like a good little girl, you obey him. Your needy lips, your desperate tongue poking against his in a perfect kiss. He groans into your mouth, his thrusts going sloppy as your cunt squeezes around him because you’re so turned on by him kissing you.
“Am I… A-Am I doing this right, daddy?” You breathe, batting those fucking sexy, innocent eyes up at him.
Steve smirks, “You’re fine.”
You’re more than fine, of course – but he doesn’t need you knowing that. He needs you to be as insecure as possible. It made you even hotter, the look of self-doubt that you have on your face right now. He’s violated your body, he’s still violating your body, and yet all you seem to be focusing on is the fact that he thinks your kissing is “fine.” Not good, not great… but fine.
You kiss him once more, even more desperately this time, as if you’re trying to prove something. Steve relishes how easy it is to play with your mind, how naïve you are. How much he’ll enjoy playing with you when he makes you his wife. He continues pistoning his dick inside you as he lets his mind wander.
All the others would be so fucking jealous of him – even Bucky, who had a girl already but Bucky’s girl was nothing compared to you. He’d drag you around the whole building, the whole headquarters, the whole compound, showing you off like a shiny, new toy. That’s what you were – his very own toy.
He’d take you into meetings with him, make you sit on his lap and play with you in front of everyone. And he’d chop the dick off of anyone who looked at you in a way he didn’t like. He’d make you wear pretty dresses, make you look like a cute little housewife, train you to answer his every command. Fuck yeah, you’d be his reward. He deserved you, after all he had sacrificed for his country, for the world.
“D-Daddy, I’m feelin- tingly again!” you moan, your words shaky from how hard he’s fucking into you. Your legs wrap tighter around his waist and in return he clutches you harder, determined to make you squirt again before he had his own release.
“Oh yeah? What does it feel like?”
“D-Daddy – nngh…ah, I–I–”
He swats your clit harshly, making you howl in what he knows is pleasure. His dick hammers in and out of you unforgivingly, and you’re such a fucking slut, humping up against him, crying for your release. And it’s such a far cry from how much you were resisting him at first, he can’t believe what a little slut he’s reduced you to in such little time.
“Stupid girl, can’t even talk anymore, can you?” he mocks, pinching your clit meanly, bullying it as he rubs it fiercely. Till you’re thrashing underneath him, so desperate to cum that you don’t even care that your body is betraying you. “Tell me you’re a stupid little girl!”
“Oh fuck! I’m a – a – a stupid little girl!”
He can see the remnants of your tears stained to your cheeks, and he feels a carnal level of possession within him. With a growl, he lewdly licks the side of your face, claiming his territory, tasting your salty tears. Roughly, he tugs your hair, pulling your head to the side and biting down on your neck. So hard that he draws blood, and then he licks that up too. God, what a little slut you were – a slut disguised as an angel and you were making him act like a motherfucking animal.
And now the side of your neck sported his bite mark, your porcelain perfect skin marred by his branding of you. And this was just the beginning – Steve already knows that he plans to mark you in many different ways. Tomorrow, he’d get one of the agents to bring over a tattoo artist to tattoo his initials somewhere on your body. Maybe right above your baby cunt, just so you would always remember who you belonged to. He smirks, and wonders what your conservative parents would think of that.
“What would your parents think now, sweetheart?” He asks, grabbing one of your legs and hoisting it over his shoulder for a better angle. And you’re so pliable, so easily going along with whatever he’s doing to you like a perfect little doll. “What would they think of their perfect little girl getting fucked by Captain America like it’s her fucking job?”
You panic, as if the mention of your parents is a reminder of how wrong this all is for you – not that Steve gives a fuck. Biting your lip to keep from moaning at all the sensations you’re feeling, you shake your head. Only for him to slap you not so lightly on the cheek.
“Answer me, baby girl.”
“They’d – ah – they’d hate this, they’d be upset, they’d – OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” You scream out all of a sudden, your pussy walls gripping him like a vice, “O-Oh, I’m feelin– I gotta–”
“Hold it.” Steve hisses warningly.
But you don’t. Of course, you don’t. Babies like you couldn’t hold orgasms for shit. And you cum, crying for him and gripping him tightly, and Steve feels like he’s going to lose it with how sexy it feels. It feels like your cunt is trying to swallow him up, crying for his seed as it pulsates around his fat cock that continues to move in and out.
“Bad girl,” Steve chastises, giving you another not-so-gentle slap on the cheek because you look like you’re about to faint again. He jostles you with the forces of his dick, still ramming in and out of you at lightning speed. “You do things without permission a lot at home?”
You have the audacity to, despite everything, look indignant: “N-No, never, I never–”
“Then what made you think you could cum without your daddy’s permission?”
Your lips purse as if you’re about to cry, and you blink up at him so goddamned innocent. Steve’s honestly surprised he’s still going, surprised he hasn’t busted a fucking nut with how goddamned cute and sexy you are.
“I’m…I’m sorry, I couldn’t – ah! – I had to, I–I–”
“Give me another one,” he orders you darkly.
“Wh-What–”
“You heard me. Cum for daddy again. Since you like doing it so much.”
Frantically, you shake your head, “C-Can’t! Too much, daddy, it’s too much– O-O-HHH GOD!”
He reaches down to strum your clit before a dark thought crosses his mind. His fingers slip lower, gathering the wetness of your pussy along the way. Lower, between the cleft of your ass cheeks. He can’t resist giving one of your perky cheeks a hard smack, before going straight for your puckered hole. He circles it with his thumb and your body stiffens in shock and horror.
“N-No, daddy, no please, that’s wrong, that’s–”
Steve shoves his finger in your tight, virgin asshole. He hadn’t been planning on defiling that third hole tonight, but oh well. And it’s even tighter than your pussy, and you clench against his digit like a fucking whore because he knows you like it. You like your daddy’s finger up there. His fucked up little wife-to-be… God, you were so perfect for him.
 With his fat cock, Steve fucks your pussy and at the same time, his huge finger fucks your tiny ass. Pumping in and out of your tiny hole while you cry and yet once more you slowly begin humping up against him. As if the depravity of it all turned you on even more – which he knew it did.
Your hand tugs at his bicep, making him shift his gaze back up to you.
“It’s happening again, daddy, it’s– d-don’t stop, I–”
Steve licks his lips, “Say you’ll marry me.”
Your eyes widen the most they have all night, “Wh-What?!”
“Say it!” He orders, “Say it or else I’ll fucking stop and leave you hanging. Say you’ll marry me, be my wife and do whatever the fuck I tell you to do.”
“N-No, I–”
He stills his hips, only for you to shake your head and grip his arm harder in desperation, humping up against him hopelessly.
“Say it. Say you’re daddy’s little bride. Fucking say it.”
“I-I’m daddy’s little bride, okay? I’ll do it, daddy, I’ll marry you, I – OH FUCK, PLEASE – I’ll do whatever you say, I, just please, I–” You’ve lost it, completely lost it as new tears swell from your eyes and you beg him as if you have no shame at all. And Steve feels all the pride and smugness in the world as he resumes fucking you, knowing he won’t last any longer after this carnal display of submission from you.
“Cum.” He orders you, “right now, sweetheart, do what I say and cum for daddy.”
You squirt so violently around his cock, that your whole body shakes and shudders, you’re so overwhelmed by pleasure. Toes curled and tears streaking your face, you hold him so tightly that he’s surprised by your strength, and you keep moaning his name, you keep moaning “daddy” over and over again as if he got his agents to reprogramme your brain and it’s all you know how to say now.
“That’s right, baby girl,” he mutters lowly, “squeeze that pretty little princess cunt around daddy’s dick. You’re such a good fucking girl.”
“Th-Thank you, daddy,” your meek response, barely audible by how quietly you say it, is not something he expected, and it goes straight to his dick. Not you, not his little bride, thanking him for deflowering you in the most brutal way possible? Fuck, he’d broken you. You’d be licking the palm of his hand by tomorrow; he just knew it.
The thought makes him shudder, his dick twitches and then he unloads inside you. Spurt after spurt unloaded straight into your pussy, and it’s such a satisfying feeling, pumping you full of his seed. Filling you the fuck up, and he’s glad he didn’t use the fucking condom. And there’s so much of his cum, because of the serum of course, so much that it doesn’t even fit inside you. It pours out of you and you watch with wide eyes before letting out a soft cry.
“I’m not… I’m not protected, I don’t take birth control, I–I…” Your voice trails off, too weak to voice any more protestations as Steve continues to empty himself inside you, your words having no effect on him whatsoever.
“Good. You’d be lucky to carry my child.” Steve informs you, his cock already thickening again at the thought of him knocking you up. He’d never had an interest in having children before now, but fucking a whole family into you seems like the hottest fucking thing he could do right now. Captain America: the family man. It made sense for his image.
Your protests fall on deaf ears, and he remains inside you, till he’s finally emptied out and your poor, raw pussy is overflowing with his cum. But he stays on top of you, propped up on his elbows as he watches you underneath him. Your chest rising and falling as you breathe, and you’re so pretty, and he can’t help but lean down to kiss you again. Once, twice, three times. He frowns when you don’t kiss him back, drawing back to take another look at you.
Your eyes have fluttered shut. Your body couldn’t take it. You’ve passed out once more.
Steve smirks, feeling himself hardening up again inside you. He had absolutely no qualms with fucking you back to consciousness again.
***
It’s gone past midnight when Steve hears a knock on his door. He calls for them to come in, and two SHIELD agents appear in his doorway. The same two who always come to take away his rewards after he’s done with them.
The female agent’s jaw twitches at the sight. Steve on the bed, having changed and washed up with a quick shower. And you’re next to him, passed out on the bloodied sheets. Steve reckons you look beautiful, like you’re sleeping.
“Would you like for us to take her away, Captain?” The male agent asks.
“No. She will stay with me. Contact her family and let them know, make them pack a bag for her and make sure it arrives here by tomorrow.”
The male agent nods, but the female – it’s always the damned females, Steve scorns – she hesitates.
“Captain, she looks like she’s in bad shape. Maybe–”
“That will be all.” Steve interrupts, “you can leave now.”
They do, and Steve turns his attentions back to you – his little girl, as you begin to stir.
“Shhh,” he orders, when you open your mouth to speak. Your eyes look bleary, you look confused, wondering whether all this was a dream or not. Steve’s in no mood to indulge you, and yet he presses his thumb past your lips. And fuck, it goes straight to his dick when you readily accept it, sucking his thumb like a baby as you blink up at him.
His beautiful, broken little bride.
“Go back to sleep.” Steve tells you, “Tomorrow’s going to be a busy day for us. You need all the rest you can get.”
Yes, tomorrow. When he’d parade you around his teammates as Captain America’s little bride. It would be perfect. His forever reward.
Tony had his alcohol, Sam had his parties, Bruce had his research and Bucky had some girl. But Steve? Steve had drawn the best cards out of all of them. Because he had you. Your submission, your devotion. You.
He deserved this.
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On The Hunt: Make It Work
Summary- 4.1k Alpha Steve x Little One. The funeral for the fallen Wakanda Panthers has hit you hard, having to say goodbye to Pan leaves you feeling alone. Steve does his best to be available to you, as a friend. Bucky decides finally to take care of himself and step away from the mission.
Warnings- Funeral and loss of loved ones. Angst driven chapter.
A/N- Thank you so much to everyone who reads, comments and reblogs. Those all make me want to continue this story and please know I am forever grateful for all that. Alpha Steve and Little One will always have such an important part of my heart and being able to share their story, no matter what stage they are in has been one of the greatest pleasures here. Special shout out to @readwithfrannybarnes for always editing my chapters and being happy to spitball the storyline. You are incredible babes and none of this would still be here without you. Dividers made by the talents @firefly-graphics, please go give these creators some love. Thank you all again! 🐺💙
Chapter Six / Masterlist
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It was beautiful and Steve felt like an intruder among the people of Wakanda honoring the fallen. You didn’t bother to wipe the tears away as you stood behind Shuri, the afternoon sun making them glint as they tracked down your face and you openly mourned for all the loss. 
Steve stood on the opposite side of the trail from you, unable to reach for you while the fallen panthers were being carried towards their final resting place. 
The Alpha rumbled his displeasure at the distance, Steve ignoring him. Already he felt guilty that all he felt was relief that it wasn’t you. He let his head bow while the cries rose up around him, silence gripping him. 
<You don’t have to feel guilty about that relief.> The Alpha finally settled on being able to see that you were okay. Upset you were still so far away and in so much emotional pain that he could practically taste it on the air. Now and then your gaze would meet his, your sorrow-filled eyes eliciting his baser instincts to take care of you. It was a struggle Steve somehow maintained his composure.
If I wasn’t there or Pan, she wouldn’t be. If I didn’t make it in time to snap Bucky out of it… A sigh rose up from his chest finally. 
<But you were, we were right where we needed to be.>
This time. 
Then there was that unspoken thing that neither the Alpha nor Steve had brought up although it was right there. Bucky. 
Bucky was unstable, his trauma with Brock and Hydra making him and his Beast unstable. Steve honestly couldn’t say how much longer he would be able to contain Bucky with his Alpha command since Bucky in his own right was an Alpha and he was choosing to concede to Steve. But there would be a day the White Wolf was too far gone in the memories and would Steve be strong enough to keep him alive till he snapped out of it? 
These were problems that as an alpha he shouldn’t hesitate on, but he was. 
Right now Steve longed for the days he and his Little One ran the Pack’s trails when his world for a short time was all about chasing his pretty mate like the predator he was. 
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You managed to slip away as the ceremonies ended and more intimate mourning among families would take place, everyone else withdrawing to give them privacy at the resting place. You longed for the freedom the Little Wolf brought you and seriously considered shifting, but with so many feelings heightened, you didn’t think it was safe to do. 
She would call for her mate and then this time you and Steve might be in an even harder situation than the two of you were in now. You told him to back off and he has, ever since being here he has tried his hardest to give you space until your Little Wolf called for him. Yes, he left the gift after the run, those barriers you were struggling so hard with had been blurred in those moments. 
Till you slammed them back up.
The whole funeral, you tried not to look over, to focus completely on who you were having to say goodbye to. But it was impossible not to glance at Steve, for so long he had been the one who you depended on when the hard moments built up, your safety was in his touch and words, he was what you leaned into when holding your head up high was almost impossible. The separation between the two of you was not just the physical distance, constantly you were expecting the familiar brush of the Alpha to twirl through your mind, encase your Little Wolf in his strength and calmness while she and you were so distraught. 
But it was hollow, that bond although gone for a while now was still an aching hollow in you. You couldn’t take it, so the moment it was appropriate, you retreated. Your goodbye to Pan couldn’t be done here, where you were so exposed and alone feeling.
Wakanda was expansive, far bigger than any of the Pack’s lands, and escaping was easy enough to do. T’Challa gave you the freedom you craved since the moment you arrived. Right now you needed the salt air and waves around you, the quiet that came into your mind with the thundering ocean trying to claim the sand. It was where you stayed when you first arrived broken in Wakanda, begging T’Challa to let you hunt with them. You couldn’t with your pack any longer, but maybe here you could make a difference. 
T’Challa welcomed you but insisted on taking time to rest and regain your strength, letting you live on the beach in Wakanda till you had at least recovered from your physical injuries. 
Your heartbreak stayed, but you managed to hide it in the hunt for the panthers. 
Although it would have been quicker to run, you chose the strain of walking yourself towards the beach, the sun working its way down toward the horizon, your first steps on the warm sand were the beginning of the stars blinking into the sky. 
“We should have shared more sunsets together, Pan.” You said softly, knowing the ocean would carry your words away. “But thank you for the ones we did share.” More tears slipped, but they soon dried like the air had kissed them away. 
Even with your Little Wolf, curled in your mind and always a presence, her silence made you feel alone. Your arms circled around you as you settled into the sand. The loneliness was some of the worst moments in your recollection. As a wolf, you craved that connection with your packmates. Even when you were with Pierce, you had others with you, until you experienced the heartbreak of them having been sold to whoever was supposed to be their future mates. Those nights you learned to survive, but the ache it brought to your chest was similar to now. 
It was always having to say goodbye. 
When it was Steve, you felt this too. The way your chest would tighten till the ache settled in your bones, the pain, a physical thing, a throbbing that soon overtook you when you realized he wasn’t coming back to you. That was the night your heart broke, feeling that you were actually completely alone for the first time ever.
You were lost in your thoughts and it wasn’t till your Little Wolf perked did you realized that you weren’t alone. 
His scent, the smell of pine forests and metal made you inhale deeply, your eyes closing as Steve drifted closer. You sought the brief feeling Steve brought.
You sensed his movements before you saw him settling in the sand next to you in silence, only a quick glance from his gaze flashed over you while you continued to stare at the waves on the shore. Your Little Wolf chirped softly at the comfort his scent brought to your painfully tight chest. 
“Do you want me to leave Y/N?” 
You let your head shake in a no, not trusting yourself to speak quite yet. You continued staring ahead at the last of the sun stretching in the sky. The last thing you wanted was to be alone.
“Thank you… I just… needed to make sure you were okay after everything.” He too watched the scene before him, the breeze from the wind shifting through the sun-streaked strands of his hair, longer than you had ever seen it before. “I never did tell you about my time in Howling Commandos.” He said softly, pushing his bare feet into the sand till they were covered, still staring ahead as he spoke. 
You thought about his words and gave a shake of your head. “No, you never told me much beyond what happened with Bucky.” 
Steve sighed a bit and tilted his head back as if to clear his mind. “It’s still hard for me to talk about the years before I was the pack’s alpha.” He went quiet again for a moment, the ocean breeze was dancing across the sand, a refreshing salty tang that you both appreciated for a moment. The Little Wolf unfurled, aching to be closer to Steve. You held tight, but you did break that silence.
 “Tell me Steve. I want to know.” 
“The first year I was Captain of the unit we were sent deep into a rogue territory. I was unprepared for the trap that was set for us. All I remember is the ping of shots missing targets. The ground was exploding around us. I ordered for us to fall back. I remained at the back of the retreating line, making sure I was the last one out. A bullet that should have gotten me clipped one of my men.” 
You inhaled sharply, feeling the similarities, your own anger and sadness coming in a wave of grief before it settled in your gut as heavy as a stone.
“He was gone before he even went down, I was able to catch him and drag him out. That was the first time I lost someone like that, he was a friend, we trained together, and had become brothers in those months at camp doing drills.” 
You shuddered listening to him, the Little Wolf whined at Steve’s grief still heavily laced in his tone. You buried your feet into the sand to let the grains grit against your skin, help ground yourself in this conversation. You snuck another look at Steve, letting your gaze linger on his profile as he silently mourned the shifter that lived in his memories now. His hair was wind-tossed now, the golden strands sweeping back before settling again, and his eyes were lifted still towards the ocean as if he couldn’t pull away from it. But his tanned face was taunt. The lines deep in his sorrow and his mouth a thin line among the shagginess of his beard. You ached at the sight, and wanted to reach over to smooth the lines away. 
And you wanted to soak in it, let him live through his memories as they kept his Howling Commando brother alive, even if it caused him pain. “What was his name?” 
Steve broke his stare at the ocean to blink at you, the rim of his eyes red but he gave a little smile at his thoughts. “Private Jonathan Juniper. But we just called him Junior as he was the youngest of us. His wolf was playful when we worked that way, when you would run on the beach, you reminded me of him actually.” Steve sniffled then, running the back of his hand against his eyes before turning back to the ocean. 
The Little Wolf nudged at you to move closer, Steve’s scent was so sad, a bitterness tinging his usual wild forest and metal scent. Her whines got persistent till she broke into soft howls to sing for him. “Thank you Steve, for sharing your story.” 
A soft nod came from him. “I should have told you before Y/N, shared more of myself with you. For so long I believed I had to be withdrawn, and show nothing but power. Alanna, she would see anything like this as too beta-minded and weak, open for an attack, back then I thought she was trying to make me the strongest Alpha I could be, I was a fool for not seeing her for what she was..” His gaze turned towards you now, his blue eyes red-rimmed from the day, but open to all of you. “I forgot that you needed more of that from me, to be open and honest, to communicate with you.” 
You wished that too, for you thought of the few times you had caught him waking from a nightmare, disappearing out onto the deck to brood in his thoughts, the only time he would break out a pack of cigarettes. You would watch him silently from your nest, the glowing red cherry of his smoke bright till he finished. Then he would always come back to you. You never pushed him to tell you, afraid of upsetting your Alpha, but would just curl up against him, hoping that your needing him would help ease that pain. Maybe you should have pushed for him to talk more, feeling that at times you failed to be entirely the mate Steve needed. 
Both of us failed.  
Your Little Wolf continued her song, even if she couldn’t send it into his mind like you once could, you loved your wolf in that moment for needing to sing for him. 
<We didn’t fail Y/N. Our Alpha didn’t fail.> Warmth for the first time in a while filled your mind, your Little Wolf brushing against you with reassurance. <We are all learning after being used for so long.> 
You decided to move closer, and you shifted into Steve’s side, his warmth seeped into you and quietly he lifted his arm to circle your shoulders and let you lean into him. “Does it ever get any easier Steve?” You whispered while your head went on his shoulder. 
“It sinks deep and dulls in the way you feel it as a part of you.” You felt the brush of his chin against the crown of your head but then it was gone again and you missed the touch. “Do you want to tell me about Pan?” 
You gave a shake of your head, that pain hadn’t sunk deep, was still as sharp as panther claws slicing through you. “Not yet.” 
“Okay Y/N.” He hugged you to his side a bit more. “I’m sorry about your friend.” 
“Me too Steve.” You both fell into silence, sharing the moon rising above the ocean together. 
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It was late when Steve walked you back to the palace, the entire place eerily quiet as they made their way to their wing. The marble floors led them just outside their bedroom doors. Steve felt his Alpha stirring, knowing this truce was possibly coming to an end. His palms felt clammy as his touch hovered close to the small of your back, where he would never hesitate before to guide you towards the door, he did now. 
The Alpha snorted at his unsureness, but Steve ignored his wolf. You told him to stop treating you like you two were together. 
For him, it was second nature to be like that with you. 
<Reach out to her.> The big Alpha finally broke, his impatience filtering in his urgency to be with you. <She is so upset and in pain> His whine broke through his impatience, his ears flattening against his skull as he sank low, mimicking just how Steve was feeling as well.
“Y/N… if you need anything or just… need a friend, please just come over.” Your hand hovered at your door, before folding on yourself and turning to lean your back against the door. You looked tired, your eyes heavy with your grief. Steve felt the need to go over and envelope you into his hold so you could lean on him. He mimicked your move though, keeping the space between the both of you. 
His Alpha growled at this. 
“I will if I need a friend.” You gave a small smile of thanks, your gaze shifting over him. Steve felt the way you were checking him out, the changes in him since the two of you were together. But you said nothing, instead your gaze fell to Bucky’s door. “Steve… What is going to happen with Bucky?” Your tone is soft with worry for your packmate. 
Steve felt the lie of assurance rise up, wanting to give his Little One the safety in thinking it was all going to work out for Bucky. But he couldn’t do it, it was time to be truthful in how worried he was with you. “We will continue trying to help him, but Y/N I don’t know how long the Alpha command will bring him back from his trauma. Every time it happens, it's worse than before.” 
Your jaw clenched as you inhaled, letting what Steve was saying sink in. There might come a time where the White Wolf couldn’t come out of it and he would have to be stopped. 
Steve couldn’t say it, but from the expression on your face, he knew you put it together. You wiped at your eyes quickly and inhaled sharply, composing yourself. Steve watched you go from grief-stricken to an Alpha’s mate, calm and assuredness sliding over your features. You made the step to approach Steve, your hands moving to rest against the wide expanse of his chest. 
His eyes closed to soak in the feeling of your warmth and touch, the way your soft scent curled around him and filled his senses with comfort and peace. “Take your own advice Steve, talk to Bucky and see what he wants. Goodnight.” 
He felt you pull away, all the warmth and comfort pulling away with you and when he reopened his eyes, you were slipping into your door. All he felt was hollow again. 
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“Bucky, are you sure about this?” You asked him, wanting that confirmation of what he was telling you and Steve. 
“Y/N, I almost attacked you.” His rough voice rumbled as he glanced at you, his massive arms folded across his chest, almost protectively. “If Steve wasn’t nearby, you might not be here discussing this today.” 
You bared your teeth at him in a warning. “Don’t think I wouldn’t have-” 
“Escaped me? Y/N, it’s facts that you wouldn’t have. I would have overpowered you.” From the other side of the room, Steve rumbled his own growl, the Alpha taking Bucky’s abruptness as a threat. You ignored Steve, your eyes narrowing at Bucky. 
“If you could catch me.” You sassed at Buck and he huffed a small laugh, the seriousness in his face softening slightly. 
“Maybe. Regardless, I’m staying here, to get help recovering.” He looked between you and Steve. “While you two finish this for the Panthers, maybe get some sort of direction to go for Hydra.” 
You missed the unspoken words between the two men, but they both seemed to have settled on this choice. You sighed a bit but reached out to take Bucky’s hand, squeezing his palm. “Okay.” You said with finality, glancing at Steve that he was with you in this. “We support you, stay here and heal.” Your arms lifted around Bucky, pulling him in against you. This time Steve stayed silent across the room. “Both of you.” Your forehead fell to Bucky’s, staring intently into his stormy blue eyes, knowing in their depths the White Wolf was somewhere, staring right back at you. 
“You got it, Little Wolf.” Bucky gave a gentle assuring smile, even though it wavered. He gave one last squeeze of affection and let you go. “You two finish this for me, yeah?” 
Steve gave a nod, followed by you. It was settled, it was just going to be you and Steve. 
That made your heart beat in a slight panic, but the Little Wolf, she was as calm as ever in your mind. 
How am I supposed to hunt with just Steve?  
<You hunt as a team.> 
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T’Challa planted you and Steve in the outskirts of London, far from what you were expecting Ulysses to have been followed too. But T’Challa insisted this time the intel was solid, all picked up from Shuri’s drone having been able to tag him. 
Steve was skeptical, which you had to agree with after the last incident. T’Challa told you both in confidence that the panther responsible for before was being currently questioned. You trusted T’Challa, and although Steve wasn’t so ready to agree, he was choosing to trust you in this. You could see in his stance, the way doubt crossed his features that he was discussing everything T’Challa told them with the Alpha, debating about it. But his gaze fell to you and it seemed to settle it for him. “If Y/N trusts you, then I do as well.” 
It shocked you for a moment.
The safe house you would be using was simple and had all the essentials needed for a long-term stay and as soon as you and Steve went over every inch of the apartment to make sure it wasn’t compromised, you were ready to go out into the streets. Your bags were ditched in one of the two bedrooms, and you started rummaging through it to change your outfit, something more conspicuous than where they were now. 
You had to get out, the whole plane ride, then the car that picked you two up had you and Steve close together. Once upon a time, you would have soaked in him in, the way your thigh had pressed against his in the backseat of the car, the heavy alpha scent of him filling your space, it was intoxicating and now distracting. Your Little Wolf whined for more of it, to wrap into him, climb in his lap, and grind against him. Your body hummed with want for him, the oncoming heat starting to peak dangerously now. You still refused the pills, sure that when the day finally arrived, you would be able to manage it. 
Positive you could, after all, you have survived all the others without Steve. If he even noticed the changes in you, he was sure to ignore them, that would have crossed one of those set boundaries of just friends.
Now you weren’t so sure, your body felt far too sensitive, your emotions heightened and betraying you. Getting outside and working was your best safety right now.
Shuri had been sure to supply you with plenty of weather appropriate clothes. Long gone were the shorts and tanks that you lived in while staying in Wakanda. You got yourself dressed into jeans, tee and a jacket, sure that it had a hood for cover, sneakers were strapped to your feet, nice and flexible for sprinting around the city. 
You popped out into the hallway, yelling for Steve. “I will be right back.” 
As you headed for the door, you sensed Steve stepping out of his room, the hesitancy that lingered around him, something you only recently sensed in him. His tone was soft-spoken but graveled in his worried way. “Can I come with you?” 
It made your step falter, your hand on the handle as you paused hearing him. The Little Wolf perked, her ears lifting as his question repeated in your mind. <He isn’t demanding Y/N.>
I expected a fight from him. You admitted and the Little Wolf unwound herself from the tight protective ball she typically rested in now that she was alone to observe what was going to happen next. <He is honoring your need for space. You know he wants to come and hunt with us.> 
Your head dipped a second, eyes closing as you focused on your Wolf. We can be this way with him. It almost sounded like you were convincing yourself, all the while your body screamed at allowing him in your space, wanting and craving what being with Steve would give you. 
<We can do this. Wolves are meant to hunt together.> 
The irony of it all didn’t escape you that this was what you had wanted all along from Steve and now he was asking for it after turning you away. You felt your back straighten, your eyes flaring with that touch of anger you had still towards your ex-mate as you glanced over your shoulder at him. 
He was still waiting for your answer, and it was easy to see on his face that his request’s similarities hadn't escaped his notice too, the wariness was all over his features in what you would say. That he would be accepting of being rejected. You refused to let your shared past dictate your future, his stubbornness and refusal to open up become part of a vengeful side of you today. 
“You know we always hunt better together.” Your hand lifted away from the handle, twisting yourself to lean against the door and fold your arms over your chest. “You have five minutes to get ready, Alpha.” You teased, a small accepting smile making your features lighten. 
“I only need four minutes.” Steve ducked back into the bedroom and you barked out a sharp laugh, huffing out loudly. 
“Yeah Steve, I’ve heard that before.” You continued your teasing, feeling yourself starting to loosen up once again and that maybe you and Steve could be okay as just friends after all. 
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