#Biker!Steve Rogers

[geminixevans-stan]

Little Elf

Pairing: Biker!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Words: 2.9k+

Summary: The reader wanted to spread some hoeliday cheer by giving a gift. But what comes with that gift is something that she’s wanted all along 

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, explicit content, smut, Anal (f receive), daddy kink, use of handcuffs, spanking, anal play, and aftercare.

A/N: It’s been forever since I’ve written anything and thanks to my sweet flower @maladaptivexxdaydreaming for gracing me with this wonderful request! My muse jumped at it like it owed it money! Anywho! I hope you all love it! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

Divider by @firefly-graphics

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

You thought it would be a good idea to show him an early Christmas present. Even thought it would be cute to visit him at the clubhouse in an elf costume to hand deliver the gift yourself. 

What you didn’t think about was the consequences of your actions. 

The consequences being you bent over his desk, legs spread wide as both your wrists laid between your thighs with the pretty gift wrapped around them. Your pretty little elf skirt was long gone and the anticipation of what your Steve was going to do had your cunt glistening in the well-lit office. 

“My pretty little elf, what am I going to do with you?” he hums, standing erect as can be as she scanned his handiwork of you on his desk. His growing bulge concealed behind his jeans as he watched your pretty pussy become wetter by the second. 

If only you could see the look in his eyes as he looked you over, your eyesight thoroughly concealed by his favorite bandanna. But, you’ve seen that look more than once before. 

Whenever you decided to try him, that menacing, daring look he gave was all you needed to plead for your life. Even though, they would always fall on deaf ears, causing you to have a sore ass and a wrecked pussy the day after. 

You try to wiggle your way out of the position, only to yelp at the sharp sting of his hand as it landed on your soft cheeks, accompanied by a disapproving sound spilling from his lips. 

“Ah ah little elf, you brought daddy a gift. A gift that I plan on using over and over again.” 

A whimper falls from your lips, causing him to chuckle as you hear his footsteps become more prominent with each step he took. The excitement and nervousness confused you but, your body heating up only had one mission. 

Be good for daddy… we broke a rule

That rule you ask? It was a fairly simple one and when Steve found out that it was broken… He was confused. 

Confused because you looked so goddamn cute and delectable in your Elf outfit and pissed that someone could get a glimpse of his pussy with how short your skirt was. Way above your knees and almost short enough for everyone to see his initials permanently on your skin. 

Steve Rogers could be the sweetest man on Earth… to you anyway. But even he had to let his princess know when and where to not fuck with him. 

What better way to find out than today?

If it was bratty holiday cheer you wanted to spread, he was going to make sure he returned the favor. With perfect strides, he steps in front of you, lifting your chin up with one single finger as she bent down to nip at the skin of your lips, causing you to whimper softly for him. 

“What rule did we break baby? Should be easy to answer since there was nothing under that pretty skirt of yours,” you could just see the smirk on his lips. You knew it just by the sarcastic tone in his voice. 

And you hated it…

With your chin captured between his fingers, you bit your bottom lip, feeling it tremble as you started to speak, “I didn’t wear panties…”

“And why didn’t you, pretty elf?”

You were nervous, that was apparent. Yet, there was something in you that still wanted to test him. To see just how far you could push him until he had you a crying and sore mess. 

With a simple shrug or a shrug that you could do with the position you were in, you give him the prettiest smile that you could give him and say, “I guess I forgot daddy. You know you have to help your dumb baby with these thi-,” his hand wrapping around throat cut off whatever else you needed to say. 

His grip was firm but gentle as he rested his forehead against yours, the scent of his cologne wrapping around your nose as feel his warm breath on your face. 

“You’re my dumb baby, that’s a fact. But not that fucking dumb. Wanted to be cute and now look at you, princess. Dripping all over my desk, and my gift around your wrists,” the slow sucking of his bottom lip being tucked between his teeth, alerted you of just how fucked you really were. 

But, you were in too deep to start begging now. You poked the bear too much and now your ass was going to pay. Your breath was yours once more as you felt him leave the front of you, hearing his footsteps in the same area but now behind you. 

“Thought long and hard about what I should do, princess and I’m going to apologize to that tight hole of yours for what I’m about to do to it,” his voice gravelly as he moves closer to you, gripping the soft globes of your ass before letting go and smacking them both at the same time. 

A guttural moan escapes your throat at how deliciously painful the sting was to your skin, painful pins radiating through your scalp the moment Steve pulled your hair back and brought his hand back down to your skin again over and over.

“What? You want them to hear you too? Does my princess like being looked at? Heard by others?” he asks as she slides his hand over your throat again, squeezing even tighter, “I think I saw Ari with his eyes on you. Think he heard you just now?”

The grip on your throat caused for little words to spill out. But, you knew to answer or things would get much, much worse, “N-no daddy… No… AH!!” you shriek, feeling a harder slap on your other cheek. 

Steve pulls your hair taut, leaning your head against his shoulder as she licks a slow stripe up your cheek, “You’re lying, little slut. I know you better than you know yourself. And…” his voice lowers, slipping his hand from your throat, you feel his thick digits spread your drenched folds open, running them up and down.

“My pussy tells me a different story, don’t you my precious cum dump?”

It was all true, your body betrayed you every single time. Steve had the key and he knew how to please your pussy like no other person could. From your very first date, Steve had claimed you and your sweet pussy as his and you let him. 

Over and over and over again….

There was no denying him at this point. No reason to even put up a front to him. Whatever he had planned was going to happen no matter how hard you pleaded and besides…

You knew you could stop him whenever you said the magic word

The easy way out was not what you were looking for. You wanted Steve. Wanted to be his little fuck toy until he was tired and now was your chance. With a shaky breath, you let out a soft giggle, swiping your tongue over your bottom lip as you looked up at him, “Maybe daddy… Maybe Ari could fuck me better. Seems like you’ve lost your touch”

Silence…. Absolute silence.

Steve let out a low chuckle, the tick in his jaw apparent as he slowly let your hair go, “Oh princess… my sweet girl. I think you really are fucking dumb,” a low growl erupts from his lips, encasing you in his arms as she carefully takes you over to his sofa, dropping you down carefully. 

He positions you with your face to the cushion, ass up and your wrists nestled between your legs as he takes his spot behind you, his chuckle returning as she grips your ass cheeks tightly and letting them go. 

Your thighs were beyond drenched with slick, fresh droplets hanging from your lips as Steve admired you from behind. 

“It’s such a shame, pretty elf. You look so good like this. Too bad you had to be a fuckin’ brat,” he murmurs, slapping your ass again as you hear the jingle of his belt being loosened and the button of his jeans popping. You can hear the rustle of his jeans and briefs being pushed down the same time, anticipation lacing your body as you lay your head against the plush sofa. 

You sway your ass in the air, smirking before crying out as she lands another swat on your cheek, “Daddy please!”

Steve hums, sinking two fingers inside your drenched cunt as he pumps them slowly in and out of your soaked hole, “Oh we’re so done with manners baby. You wanted all my attention and now you have it,” coldness lacing his throat as he pumps his fingers inside you, hooking them expertly to bump against your spongy spot. 

Moans slip from your lips as you feel him stretch and scissor your slippery opening, coating his fingers in your slick as you fall deeper and deeper into pleasure. Your body heating up from how close he could push you to the end. 

“Oh… fuck, daddy. That’s so good, m’ so close” you whisper softly, feeling your cunt flutter and drip before he snatches his fingers from you. You whine protest, yelping when he slaps your ass again. 

He leans over your body, his cock, pressing against your opening as your eyes flutter closed, “Only good girls get to cum. Let’s see how nice I am after I wreck that pretty hole of yours,” smacking your ass again before sinking his cock into your wet channel, groaning when he feels you wrap around him. 

Steve curses under his breath, sinking in deeper as you let out a low groan, feeling every inch of him stretch you out, feeling him pulse inside of you. He leans back from your frame, spreading your cheeks apart and spitting on your puckered hole before slowly sinking his thumb inside and thrusts deeply into your tight pussy. 

He snaps his hips slowly, inching his thumb deeper into your ass, leaning his head back as he enjoys the warmth of you around him, “Why’d ya have to be a brat baby? Huh?” he grunts, sliding all the way out to the tip, and thrusting back in as she knocks the breath out of you. 

With each snap of his hips, Steve stretches you more and more, removing his thumb as you hear the pop of a top open and cold fluid drip over your tight hole. You try to move away, feeling both of his hands pull you back on his cock. 

Your mouth hangs open at the feel of every inch of him inside of you, trembling when you know what’s coming next. 

Steve wasted no time pulling from you, resting his cock between your soft cheeks. He grabs both globes in his hands, massaging them softly as she feels you relax for him, “That’s it my pretty elf, be good for me. Don’t wanna hurt you too bad,” he whispers, sliding his cock up and down between your cheeks, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, closing his eyes slowly. 

You feel his cock harden fully, eyes widening under your blindfold at the damage you know he could do. Breathing deeply, you stay still, as he lines his cock up with your puckered hole, beginning to slowly push past the tight ring.

“Fuck… me” you groan out, clenching your hands closed as he sinks his thick cock further inside of you, feeling the stretch of every single inch, “Fuckfuckfuckkkkk, daddy”

“Goddammit princess, need to fuck this hole more often. Gripping me like a fucking vice” he grunts happily when he pushes every inch inside of you, “Look at that perfect ass. Swallowing my dick like a champ,” admiration in his tone as he squirts more lube on your hole. 

He throws down the bottle, gripping your hips as she pulls his hips back and sliding back in slowly to get you used to his size before slamming back in gripping you tightly.

 

“Holy fuck! I didn’t mean it, daddy! Ow!” 

Steve snaps his hips over and over, reaching down to rub circles over your clit as you begin to relax your tight ring around him, “Hm, I think you did baby. I think you wanted this. You wanted them to see what’s mine” he growls, changing the pace of his thrusts as he strokes you deeper, making you cry out in ecstasy. 

He reaches forward, gripping your hair in his hand as he pounds your ass, the loud sounds of slapping skin and the noises coming from your lips echoing against the walls. You squeeze around him tighter, feeling the pleasure bloom in your core from the double stimulation. 

“I just… wanted.. Fuck!” you whimper as his strokes become deeper and quicker. Juices dripping on his fingers as your mind goes blank.

“What was that pretty elf? Couldn’t hear you” he snaps his hips once making your cry out, “You were say dumb baby?” snapping his hips twice as you make the same noise again, “What’s the matter princess? Hm? Don’t tell you went dumb already” he coos, taking you squeezing around him as his answer before pounding you once more. 

You words were incoherent, save for the sounds don’t stop daddy. Just like that. As you say it over and over again. All that was left of you was a blissed out slut, taking every single inch that her daddy gave her. 

Wanted to get back on his good side was everything as he was showing you what happens when rules are broken. Steve couldn’t even be mad at you for acting out. He was busy beyond belief and there wasn’t anything else he would rather do than to be with you all day. 

In some way, right now, he was making up for it. But oh, he was more than willing to put you back where you belonged in the process. You’ve acted out before but not to this extent. Steve had to make sure that his lesson was well learned.

He placed his hand at the small of your back, making you arch more as he crossed his arms over your ass and pounded into you tight hole deeply, making you feel every single part of him. 

“Oh.. My… daddy… daddy” you whisper for only him to hear. Your head reaching into the clouds the higher he took you to pure bliss and pleasure.

Steve kept using you to his pleasure, keeping his pace just right as he could feel you squeezing him tighter and tighter, signaling the end coming near. He releases you from his grip, leaning over to tilt your head up with his hand as she strokes you deeply.

“Does my little elf wanna cum? Hm?” he asks, smiling when he sees you nod frantically, the act was all he needed to return him back to wrecking your ass. 

With precision, Steve kept your back arched with his hand keeping you pressed down, snapping his hips, as the clapping sound of skin centered back to what he was doing. He licked his other fingers, dropping them down as he rubbed quick tight circles around your clit, hearing you moan out softly. 

Spurts of slick dripped down into his palm as she brought it up to lick every single drop before returning his fingers back to your clit, “That’s my fucking girl. Cum for me little elf. Cum hard for daddy. Right. Now” he growls, while punctuating every syllable with the snap of his hips. 

You didn’t need to be told twice, the dam gushing out of your pulsating pussy was first before your mouth flew open, the most pornographic sounds spilling from them as orgasm after orgasm began to crash down on you. 

The splashing of your release quickly triggered his as he pushed deep inside of you, filling you tight hole with rope after rope of his cum. Steve held your hips, groaning loudly as she filled you, “Fuck! Goddamn, princess, keep cummin’ on my cock just like that,” Steve’s voice trembled as he emptied himself, pulling out and slamming back in as he filled you with another load.

The pulse of his cock only triggered another release for you, feeling yourself collapse on the couch as Steve followed you, kissing down your back slowly before pulling out and unlocking the handcuffs from your wrists. 

You try to move, only to be pushed down softly when you hear the clicking sound of a camera, tensing up automatically. 

Steve presses a kiss to your shoulder, before the sound happens again, “Just me, princess. Just taking a pic of art,” he murmurs, almost getting hard again at his cum leaking out of your ass. 

He hums, softly, taking you in his arms as he lays back on the couch with you on his lap. You rest your head on his shoulder, relaxing as she rubs aloe all over your cheeks, kissing your body all over as she takes care of you.

“Did so good for me, so fucking good,” he whispers, opening up a bottle of water and pressing it to your lips, giving a satisfied hum when you drink half the bottle before pushing it away.

Steve holds you tight, feeling the light breath on his neck as you lay on him, feeling completely satisfied. You feel his soft lips, press to your temple, making you snuggle close as she gives a soft chuckle.

“What did we learn baby?” 

The answer rings in your ear as you lean up to look into his eyes, smiling softly, “Never wear panties…”

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[onsunnyside]

daydreaming about (nomad style) mean daddy biker!steve: he mocks you for trying to fit both his balls in your mouth, he said if you can then he’ll finally give your puffy clit a break 😣 he’s been such a bully and you haven’t come for days !! he loves when you’re all needy and following him around like a lost puppy, almost as much as he loves winding you up in front of his friends 😵‍💫

he’ll show up to their guys night at the bar with you on his arm (breaking one of the rules about guys nights: no girls! but it’s ok bc you’re the cute, sweet and soft exception) he can’t help but smirk when you get squirmy and jumpy bc he’s tracing up your thigh to the creamy mess between your legs—he jerked off into your panties and made you wear them: “oh no, are they too tight for you, baby?” maybe they were, but he bought them for you! (with ulterior motives) “don’t worry, daddy will make them more comfy for you.” He said, unbuckling his belt, “pull them down for me, doll.”

🫡 @comfortcap PUFF PUFF 🫡

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[flordeamatista]

𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙈𝙚

pairing: biker!steve rogers x reader

concept: He knows this is just the beginning and the adventure is just beginning.

word count: 500

warnings: small plot with smut, fingering, outdoor smut on a bike,

a/n: This is for your daydreams. I'm not sure if it makes sense, but here it is.

Masterlist

As if inhaling fresh air, you energize me.

You feel his tongue slide over your throat as he leans forward. The man nips into your soft skin, telling you how he will ruin you for anyone else.

"You're one hot sunshine, aren't you?" he said. "Just a slut looking for a good fuck?"

He is slapping your body with his kisses.

Your attention focuses on the feeling of his fingers driving hard into your pussy. You couldn't breathe. You're lying on the bike, drowning in blue eyes, when you were meant to be getting fresh air and see the blue sky.

Despite this, the new air he will be providing is what makes you want to take a deep breath and be his.

As you breathe in the countryside, you expand your lungs, bringing up hot skin from the ground. 

It was his fingers that slid under your dress and into your underwear. With ease, he yanked them from your body. 

Allowing him access to you. 

Ultimately, you didn't care if you had to walk without underwear because he is marking his territory.

His touch heated your pussy as his hand swept along your thighs. The closer his fingers came to your pussy, the louder you moaned. 

He said, "Look at you! Isn't it nice when I touch you like that and you can't say a word?" 

The sun and Steve's sunglasses dim the light, and you can see Steve's long fingers disappear inside of you as he murmurs "Steady." 

You want to move and move for him, so how can you be steady? Whenever you moan, you want it to carry across the fields, and you long to be heard more and more by him. It's louder than his biker noises, and it's unbelievable how you feel like this after only meeting him an hour ago.

Floating so high you don't think you'll break as you fall. 

His cock is intoxicated by your body because that's what his pussy is doing to him.

Amidst his thrusting, he chased his own release. Your clit was still tingling from the orgasm and repeated pressure. Fast and hard, pounding into you without a second thought. 

In the countryside, Steve was looking for adventure when he saw you walking home in the sunshine with some sweet pastries, but you were the sunshine.

You take a deep breath and feel your lungs fill with air as he speeds up, and you know he is enjoying the ride. 

He is enchanted by your sweet moans, your body moving with his, your eyes shining brightly under the sun, and the way you are taking everything from him. 

Listening to your ragged breaths fill the air as your body spasms, he feels you coming undone.

Then he savors every drop with great care because he knows this is just the beginning and the adventure is just beginning.

#biker!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x poc!reader #steve rogers #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans drabble #steve rogers drabble #steve rogers x f!reader

[imaginedreamwrite]

Number 6 with Steve?

“You’re my responsibility, princess.” Steve retained himself to his bike, leaning against the seat with his arms crossed over his chest.

He would wait for you, he would watch you throw your little temper tantrum and then he would throw you across the back of his bike and drive you home like he was asked to. And if you hadn’t wanted to comply he knew what a little firm hand would do to you, he had seen it before when he stopped one of the pricks from the college from touching you. It was a firm word, a slightly aggressive demand to get back to your table with your friends that had told him everything he needed to know.

“What? You had nothing better to do than babysit?” You raised your hand and flipped him off, turning your back to him and returning to the curb to wait for a cab that wouldn’t come. “Go screw one of your club groupies.”

Steve lifted his hand to his jaw feeling the scruff that hadn’t been shaved, and then he dropped his gaze to your bare legs. The expanse of your smooth skin was complimented by a tight little skirt and a matching jacket you’d been given by one of the other girls in their club, both enabling Steve to picture leaving beard burns on your skin. You were a blank canvas for him, you were lacking marks from any other man and that was no accident. He was calculated, determined to make you crumble against his hands, lips and cock. Steve wasn’t going to have another man touch his Princess, not when he had spent so much time protecting you from men who wanted to ruin you and leave you.

“I’ll give you to the count of three, princess.” Steve pushed himself to stand, slipping one hand into his jacket pocket for a lighter. “And if you make me chase you, your ass is mine.”

“You think I’m really afraid of you?” Turning on your heel, you scoffed and rolled your eyes at the imposing biker. “Go to hell, Rogers. I’m waiting for a cab.”

“One,” Steve flicked the lighter, starting the mark with considerable patience that was thinly veiled behind irritation. Truthfully, he liked these games and he liked your fire.

“Asshole.” You spat in response, your thighs rubbing together from the gust of chilled air that ripped right through you. “The cab will be here soon.”

“Two, Princess…” Steve blew out the flame, turning the lighter over in his hands. “You have one more chance to bring your ass over here before I chase you.”

“Are you always such a cocky-“

“Three-“ He spoke the word, only starting to draw himself away from the bike, and smirking victoriously when you huffed in frustration and stomped your foot against the concrete.

“Fine! Don’t be so condescending.” You stalked toward him, already positioning your hands to either flip him off or strike him, an action he predicted.

Steve, in retaliation, first cracked his hand against your ass a meagre punishment. When you gasped and squealed his name in shock he grabbed hold of your right thigh and yanked it toward him, making you stumble into his chest, hands gripping the edges of his jacket for balance. Steve wasn’t finished with you, he slipped an arm around your waist and held you to his chest before he drew his lips close to yours.

“Get your ass on the bike, Princess. I’m taking you out before I take you home.” Steve’s lips possessed yours, he silenced you with a lust-driven kiss that was fuelled by desire. Even when he had let you go, he watched you like a hawk, smirking and chuckling under your breath as you stumbled to climb on the bike behind him.

“Arms around my waist, can’t have you falling off.” His amusement and lust only grew when he felt you comply with his demand without fail. “Good girl.”

#biker!Steve Rogers #biker!Steve Rogers x reader #biker!Steve Rogers x younger!Reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x younger!Reader

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

hey handsome

Pairing: Biker!Steve Rogers x female!reader

Summary: Steve’s had a rough day but you know how to make it better.

Warnings: pet names [handsome, sweetheart, baby, sweet girl], smut; oral (m receiving), fluff.

Author's note: having to repost this as I'm a moron that accidently deleted it when it got flagged for the original gif I used 🙄 but here's buzzcut biker!Steve in all his glory. This sits in the same universe as burning love. (word count:1.1k)

You got the call from Nat about 20 minutes ago. There’d been a bust up at the bar with some rival gang that were trying to cause problems. It had turned into a full brawl but Nat had assured you your guys had come out on top.

Still, Steve was livid.

You don't flinch when the front door slams open. Don't move when you hear thundering footsteps stomping up the stairs. Only offering him a sly smile when the bedroom door flings open. Willing yourself not to clench your bare thighs at the sight of Steve.

“Bad day, handsome?”

You can visibly see the tension leaving Steve’s shoulders as he takes in your naked form on the edge of the bed. He steps into the room, kicking the door closed behind him with a thud.

“Oh sweetheart, you have no idea,” he almost growls, dropping to his knees in front of you. You shiver as his large calloused hands run slowly up your legs until they’re resting on your thighs.

You notice the bruises that paint his knuckles and your brow furrows. Softly, you lift his hands to your lips, kissing each knuckle. Steve’s eyes flutter closed at the tender touch of your lips, a deep sigh leaving his body.

“Did you get them all?”

Steve chuckles slightly, entwining your fingers and squeezing slightly, “every last one. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna spend the rest of the night buried in my own personal heaven.”

His hands graze your thighs again before you’re pulling his attention back to you. You grip his jaw tightly, “not tonight, handsome. Let me take care of you,” you purr, leaning close to his lips, “pants off, big boy.”

Steve laughs before pulling you forward by the back of your neck, claiming your lips in a bruising kiss until there’s no air left in your lungs. You don’t realise until you come up for air that Steve has managed to get himself out of his jeans.

You tug him down on the bed beside you, moving to straddle his thighs when he’s comfortable on his back.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he murmurs, his hands grazing every inch of your skin he can reach.

You keen under his praise, your body thrumming with excitement as you gaze at the man below you. You start by lifting the edge of his shirt up, leaning down to kiss each new part of exposed skin until he is helping you remove it completely.

Tossing the shirt to the side you frame his face in your hands, his short stubble tickling your palms as you press your lips against his. Steve’s hands rest lightly on your hips, kneading your soft curves as he moans quietly into your mouth.

You begin trailing kisses lower, kissing and nibbling your way down his neck, his torso, flicking your tongue against one of his nipples, smirking as he huffs. You chain kisses lower and lower, sinking your teeth into the waistband of his boxers, raising slightly and shooting him a wink before letting the elastic snap against his skin.

Sitting up between his legs, you run your hands up his thighs, licking your lips at the sight of his prominent bulge. Your fingers slip under the waistband, prompting him to lift his hips slightly as you pull the material down his legs. Humming as you lower yourself onto your stomach between his thick thighs.

“Gonna make you feel so good, handsome,” you purr, licking a firm strip from the base of his hard cock to his tip, moaning at the taste of him on your tongue. You wrap your hand around him, moving your wrist slowly, teasingly as you watch the way his eyes flutter closed and his head tilts back against the pillows.

You savour the warm, velvet feel of him in your hand, giving kitten licks to the glistening head as his breath hitches.

“Fuck, sweetheart, no teasing,” he grunts, his hips bucking into your fist.

You decide to have some mercy on him, wrapping your lips around his thick cock, letting your tongue swirl around the head.

His lips part in a silent moan as you lower your head further down his length, taking as much as you can. Steve’s hand tangles in your hair, his grip on the border of pain but it has a spark of pleasure shooting down your spine.

You moan around him, the vibrations causing his hips to thrust further into your mouth. You choke around him, trying to breathe through your nose as his other hand tangles in your hair as well.

“Gonna let me fuck this pretty little mouth, sweetheart?” he growls, his eyes darkened with lust which has you clenching around nothing when you catch his gaze.

You relax your throat the best you can, resting your hands on his thighs and tapping twice to let him know you’re ready.

“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me,” he whispers to himself before he’s pushing your head down on his cock. You hollow your cheeks as he lifts you almost all the way off until he’s pushing back into your mouth with renowned vigour.

Once he’s given you a chance to adjust he sets an unrelenting pace. You revel in the sound of his unabashed groans and praises. Streams of curses and feels so good and love you so much fall like a symphony from his lips. You can feel streams of drool soaking his cock with every thrust of his hips. Your finger nails dig into his muscular thighs, leaving crescent moon indents in his skin.

You choke around him as he buries himself to the hilt, your nose brushing against his soft skin as you try to breathe. You look at him from under your lashes, your eyes shining from unshed tears, lips stretched to their limit, and Steve swear he almost comes then and there.

“Shit, look at you, my sweet girl,” he hums, speeding up the rate he fucks into your mouth, “want me to come in your tight little throat? Want to taste all of me?”

Your answering moan is loud and muffled as you suck him harder. You feel his thighs tense under your fingertips as his hips stutter before you feel the warm release in your throat and on your tongue. Wrapping your hand around the base of his cock you jerk him, swallowing everything he has to offer, until he’s whining softly.

Pulling off him with a smirk you take a moment to look at him. His chest heaving, eyes closed and lips parted, his hands resting over his eyes as he comes down from his high.

You kiss your way softly up his body until you reach his lips, giving him a gentle kiss until he caresses your face and opens his eyes.

“Hey handsome,” you whisper.

“My sweet girl,” he grins, kissing you lightly.

You yelp and giggle as he flips you over suddenly, settling his weight on you as his hand roams your body, “now it’s my turn, and I don’t plan on stopping.”

I love him wholeheartedly and I'm always open for any thots on biker!Steve 💘 as always, comments and reblogs and super appreciated ✨❤️

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[holylulusworld]

BC (2) - Good girl meets bad boys

Summary: You meet two cocky men. Biker. How can you not fall for them?

Pairing: Biker!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x Biker!Bucky Barnes

Characters: Okoye

Warnings: cocky bikers, shameless flirting, implied Stucky (for now)

A/N: I decided to turn this one into a collection of drabbles about Biker!Stucky and our reader.

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<< Part 1

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“We both do.”

Your heart is pounding in your chest. The biker won’t leave your side and now, the brunette is stepping closer and closer to your position.

It looks like he’s walking in slow motion. You can only describe the way he walks as strutting.

“Did anyone ever tell your boyfriend that the street is not a catwalk?” you earn a chuckle from the blonde. “Seriously.”

“Doll, he tries to impress you,” Steve says. “Bucky is a passionate man. If he set his eyes on someone, he won’t let up.”

“He doesn’t even know me,” you mutter. “Why can’t you just go your way and leave me alone? I only wanted to have a nice day with my friends. I don’t need a guy hitting on me.”

“Stevie,” you whip your head toward the man calling for the biker next to you. “Why don’t you introduce this lovely doll to me?” 

Bucky hums to himself as he gives you a once-over. His smirk widens as you shy away from the biker.

“Buck, calm down,” Steve chuckles and you wonder if they always team up to hit on a girl. “Let me introduce you to Y/N. She’s a good girl and doesn’t do bikers.”

“Aw, she doesn’t do bikers, Stevie?” the brunette steps even closer to boldly cup your cheek with his right hand. “Is that true doll or does Steve lie to keep you to himself?”

The biker purrs as you stare up at him. Your lips part and you make an odd noise as he swipes his gloved thumb over your lower lip. You lick over the tip, tasting smoke, beer and a tiny hint of sin on the worn-out leather.

“I-“ you are mesmerized by the blue of his eyes and his lips. Those perfect lips coming closer and closer.

“Doll, take a chance on Bucky,” the brunette gets bold. He presses his lips to the corner of your mouth. “He knows how to treat a good girl right.”

“I don’t even know you.”

Weakly pressing your hands against Bucky’s firm chest, you grumble as he only smirks. Bucky seems to be the kind of guy who always gets his way.

“We can easily change that, Y/N,” Steve purrs in your ear. He suddenly presses his chest to your back and puts his hands on your hips. “Just forget about all the rules tying you down.”

When did he sneak behind you? 

“How about we have coffee? Over there is a nice café,” Bucky hums as you look up at him with doe eyes. “No strings attached. Only three friends having a nice day.”

“I like tea more,” you mumble. 

“Tea,” you feel Steve’s breath on your neck as he whispers in your ear. “Noted, Y/N. Do you want anything else? Something sweet.”

“Sweet,” you swallow audibly.

“I like sweet things too, doll,” Bucky looks over your shoulder at his boyfriend. “Right, Stevie. I have a thing for sweet things. I love to lick them.”

“Lick…” an odd noise leaves your lips once again.

“He loves to run his tongue over a cupcake before he uses his mouth to…eat it,” Steve husks. “Sometimes we even share.”

“But only the very sweet and good things in life,” the brunette pouts as Steve dares to press a kiss on your cheek. “Stevie…”

“Babe, do you want to join us and the boys,” Okoye chuckles as you are stuck between Steve and Bucky. She gives you a wink and leaves you to the bikers, not a care in the world. “I see you have your hands full. Go and get some, Y/N.”

“What? No! Wait! Okoye!” you whine.

“So, what are your plans for today, Y/N?” Bucky asks. “Do you want to go home and watch a rom-com on TV or do you want to join us for the ride of your life…”

>> Part 3

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Chrome & Leather - Chapter 17

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC

Word Count: 3064

Summary: The light is starting to shine on Jessie and Steve as they renew their relationship. Love and their past are what brings them together again.

Warnings: Light Angst, (S)mut, (O)ral (F & M), Soft moment’s throughout.

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It’s been four weeks since Jessie broke up with Billy. The transition for Ben had been hard at first with many tears involved and a few sleepless nights. Thankfully Steve was around to help his son during this transition. If anything this made Ben and Steve have a closer bond. Jessie loved seeing them interact with each other and hearing their laughter fill the room. There was no denying Ben was close with his dad.

Now that August rolled in that meant school was back in session. Steve insisted on driving Ben to his elementary school to make up for lost time. This would give Jessie time to shower and eat before heading to work with Clint following her on his bike to make sure she was safe. Jessie would work an easy nine to two pm shift so she could get Ben in the afternoons. Then they would head home so Ben could get a snack and play.

On the weekend the biker club would get together to have fun. Even Winnie, who was everyone’s favorite, would go to cookouts just to spend time with what was known as family time. It was always a blast seeing everyone for Jessie. These were the moments she missed when she ended up with Billy. Now that she was single she got to spend time with everyone including Steve who was still living in her spare room. She often wondered what it would be like to get back with him. Could they build a future together? She snapped out of her thoughts and watched as Ben ran around the front yard with Steve. The little boy would squeal in delight as his dad caught him, picked him up, and swung him in a circle. Steve was exactly how she pictured he would be with their son.

Steve put Ben back on the ground and the little boy ran to his mamaw for snuggles. This gave Steve the opening he was looking for. He walked over to Jessie and smiled. “Can I talk with you in private?”

Jessie nodded her head and took the hand Steve offered. Their friends were whistling as they walked to Bucky’s garage and a yell of “you better not do what I’m thinking” came from Bucky. Steve laughed as he put his hands up assuring his friend it was innocent. Jessie and Steve walked into the garage in silence.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Jessie asked cautiously. A part of her was nervous as he had sounded serious. 

“It’s nothing bad I swear. I was just thinking that we have been spending so much time together that I was wondering if you want, maybe we could start dating again. I know the breakup with Billy was difficult but we have a past that I thought we could explore again. What do you say?” Steve was nervous that she wouldn’t be ready yet but he was ready to try and fix things for his little family.

Jessie briefly pondered what Steve said and in her mind, it was a no-brainer. “Yes, I would really like to try this again with you.” Steve grinned and scooped her up into a huge hug and kissed her with such passion it made her toes curl. Steve put Jessie back down and they walked hand in hand to tell their family the good news. Everyone congratulated them and wished them the happiness they truly deserved.

Bucky hugged Steve and spoke threateningly, “Break my sister's heart again and I will end you punk.”

Steve chuckled, “Not gonna happen Jerk. This time it’s forever.”

Winnie was in tears as she hugged her daughter telling her “everything is now the way it was meant to be.” The night went on with everyone talking and eating. Life couldn’t have been more perfect than it was now. This is what life should have always been like from the beginning. They were finally a family unit now. Ben had stability, Jessie felt safe again and Steve was happy to get his family back. 

Sunday mornings were made for cuddle times with Jessie and Ben. Ben would come into her room around seven A.M. and crawl into the bed with his teddy bear all sleepy. Ben would then snuggle with his mama while she slept.

An hour later Steve was up and heading to where he would find his family. Steve walked into Jessie’s room and watched as Jessie and Ben both slept peacefully. He smiled big as he made his way into the room. Looking at the empty opposite side of the bed Steve couldn’t help but crawl under the covers. This moment with his son and Jessie would forever stay in his mind forever. 

A half-hour passed and Jessie started to stir in her sleep. As she slowly opened her eyes she saw Ben cuddled next to her as he held his teddy bear.  As her eyes drifted behind him she smiled bigger seeing Steve laying on his side looking at her.

“Good morning Steve.”

“Good morning my love.”

Jessie couldn’t help but feel her face heat up over the nickname. “How long have you been here?”

Steve grinned. “Just long enough to watch you sleep a little. I couldn’t help myself, you both looked so peaceful that I had to join you.”

“You’re always welcome to join us. Little man here has been doing this since he could walk.”

“Shhhhh, mama I’m trying to sleep.” Ben gave a whine from being disturbed. 

“Ben, did you see Daddy joined snuggle time?”

Slowly Ben opened his eyes and turned over to face Steve. Grabbing his bear, Ben buried himself against Steve. Jessie couldn’t help but giggle at the way their son was already back asleep and cuddled against Steve. 

After another hour of sleeping in, everyone got out of bed and changed for the day. Jessie announced they were going to Mamaw’s home for breakfast as usual. Ben was cheering as he ran through the house. Once they were ready they piled into the truck and headed over to Winnie’s home.

Once they arrived they were greeted by Winnie who stood on the porch. As usual, Ben screamed her name and ran over to her. Jessie and Steve laughed at their son who was already in Winnie’s arms and asking about breakfast. Within minutes Bucky and Nat were pulling up on his Harley Davidson. Sunday breakfast was a tradition now for the Barnes family to get together and enjoy their time together.

Nat hopped off the bike, followed by Bucky and the four of them walked into the house together. By the time everyone hugged and started to sit down to eat Jessie noticed a ring on Nat's left hand.

Jessie softly smiled. “So Nat want to tell us about that ring?”

Everyone looked between Bucky who was grinning and Nat who blushed. “Well Jessie, everyone, Bucky proposed last night. Obviously, I said yes.” She held up her hand to show everyone. Winnie was up out of her seat and hugged Nat. Jessie got out of her chair to hug her best friend next while Steve and Bucky hugged. 

“What can I say? I'm in love with the fiery redhead who has a heart of gold.” Bucky declared as Nat gave him a side-eye.

The rest of the morning was spent eating and talking about the upcoming wedding. Nat and Bucky both agreed they didn’t want to wait another year so the plan was for next month. Talks of venue and dresses had Jessie thinking about when she was engaged to Steve. If everything had gone to plan they would have been married five years now. She looked at her left hand which was bare and glanced at Steve who was staring at her. His blue eyes said everything she felt. What if? 

As it approached the afternoon Bucky and Nat left to go for a Sunday drive. Winnie offered to watch Ben so Jessie and Steve could have the night together. They agreed and drove back to the house to get his Harley. Once they got home they were off riding to a destination unknown. With the wind in their face and the sun at their backs, it didn’t matter where they went as long as they were together. 

By midafternoon Steve stopped for gas at the gas station on the edge of town. While filling his tank he heard another motorcycle leaving their town. He watched as the bike drove out of sight. Steve thought he recognized the man but he wasn’t sure. Could it be the biker gang Hydra from the next town over? Topping the tank off Steve took this as a sign to head back into town.

Later on, they headed to the bar to meet up with their friends. As they walked in they were met by Bucky, Nat, Tony, Thor, Clint, Sam, Wanda, Peter, Loki, Pietro, and Rhodey. There was a new woman there sitting next to Thor who they never met before. Going up to the group everyone greeted the couple and made room for them at the table. Thor was the first to speak.

“Steve, Jessie, I would like you to meet Jane. She is a science teacher at the high school in town. We’ve been dating for a little while quietly so I decided now was the time to introduce her to everyone.” 

Jessie smiled softly at the couple. It was about time Thor found love again. “It’s very nice to meet you, Jane.” 

Steve grinned at the couple. “It’s a pleasure Jane to meet you.”

“Thank you both. I’ve heard so much about you and everyone else. I’m so happy to meet you all finally.”

“Hope it was all good,” Tony replied. 

Thor rolled his eyes. “Of course it was. Except for you Tony.” Tony made a shocked face as everyone started to laugh.

The day turned to night and everyone was having a great time. Club business was briefly brought up about making Peter a prospect since he turned twenty-one. All nine men voted it through and Bucky stood up giving Peter his prospect cut. Everyone cheered and whistled for him, congratulating him on taking the step to join. 

It was now ten o’clock at night when the bar was picking up with customers and the club decided to part ways for the evening. Sam and Wanda worked the bar as everyone started to walk outside. As the men started getting on their bikes Steve pulled Bucky aside.

“Hey, when Jessie and I stopped for gas earlier today I saw a biker leaving town. I could have sworn it was Jack Rollins but I’m not 100% sure. We need to continue to keep one of our men on Jessie at all times just in case trouble is starting.”

“No worries Punk, no one will get close to my sister without us knowing. I will talk with the guys about this tomorrow. If it is Jack I would say he is up to no good.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Both men shook hands and waved goodbye.

Steve got on his bike and waited for Jessie to hop on. Deciding to leave Ben at Winnie’s for the night the duo returned home to the house.

Once home the pair got themselves changed for bed and parted ways for the night. Jessie tossed and turned for an hour in her bed. A part of her wanted Steve in her bed to hold until she fell asleep. Memories danced in her head of them years ago of making love with one another. Her hand slowly drifted to her breasts as she lightly played with her nipples. Soft pinches had her breath hitching. 

The bedroom door creaked open and she instantly stopped when she saw Steve’s silhouette in the doorway. He was standing shirtless and in a pair of sweatpants.His tattoos littered his chest and down his arms, they made her lick her lips in excitement. Who knew his tattoos would make her weak in her knees?

“Steve?” she quietly asked. Her eyes roamed down his body taking in every muscle that flexed. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t sleep and I was thinking of you. Your soft curves and warm skin against me.” He entered her room closing the door behind him and slowly walked to her side of the bed. Jessie sat up, her heart was beating faster in excitement. 

“I want you, Steve,” she whined. 

“Oh yeah? How bad?” He questioned.

“Let me show you,” she stated. Her hands wandered from his chest and then down his stomach until she reached his pants. She pulled his pants down over his slim waist until they dropped to the floor leaving him naked in front of her. Steve kicked his pants away while Jessie climbed off her bed and knelt in front of him. Her hand wrapped around his cock and she slowly started to kitten lick his slit. Steve let out a groan as her lips wrapped around the tip and she swirled her tongue around him. Taking him fully into her mouth Jessie slowly started to bob her head up and down on his cock as her hands lightly fondled his sack making him shudder from the pleasure she gave. Steve’s hands ran through her hair and he fisted his right hand in it as he tried to ground himself. With every up and down motion of her head, Steve let out groan after groan as he tried to hold himself back. Jessie then took him all the way to the back of her throat and slightly gagged around him. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to his release the more she bobbed her head, so he gently pulled her off his cock gasping out, “As tempting as it is to cum down your throat I would rather cum deep inside you.”

Jessie smiled up at him. “I’m desperate for you. All I dream of is being with you. Make love to me, please.” Jessie all but whined out the last word. Steve helped her stand before him as he grinned at her. 

“God do I love to hear you beg for me.” Their lips clashed together as they fought for dominance. Steve quickly stripped Jessie of her tank top. Little moans escaped her lips as his mouth took a nipple into it and he nipped at it lightly. They both fell to the bed as hands were caressing one another. 

Steve’s hard cock ground against her clothed core. He rubbed himself back and forth a few times as they moaned in pleasure. It took all his strength to pull away briefly so he could pull her shorts off and throw them over his shoulder. He started to kiss his way down her body to her wet pussy. 

Once he reached his destination Steve slowly started to lick his way through her lips before he started to feast on her. Jessie arched her back in pleasure as her moans started to build. This was always one of her favorite things Steve did in the bedroom. Every time he dipped his tongue into her pussy Jessie would gasp and shutter. Steve moved his attention to her clit, sucking it lightly as he pushed two fingers into her core. The combination of his tongue and fingers had her already cumming as he rubbed against the spongey wall inside her, moaning Steve’s name to the heavens. He continued to eat her out until he pulled a second orgasm from her. Jessie mewled and shook in pleasure as her hands fisted in the bed sheet.

“Just as good as I remembered,” Steve growled out as he licked his lips of her slick and repositioned himself. He was now caging her into the bed as he smiled down at her.

“I need you, Steve,” Jessie begged as she watched him lower his body over hers. 

Steve slowly stroked his long, thick cock a few times before slowly burying himself into her. They both groaned as he rocked his hips back and forth. Steve couldn’t believe this was finally happening after all these years apart. He had dreamt a lot of being inside her sweet cunt and bringing her nothing but pleasure. He would do whatever she asked of him and more. 

Jessie wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled her hips every time he thrusted into her. Her nails dug into his shoulders as they made love to one another. She chanted his name like a sweet melody to his ears. 

Steve knew he wasn’t going to last long since it’s been years since they had sex. Stopping briefly Steve rolled to his back and let Jessie ride him. She looked so beautiful in his eyes, hands on his chest, head thrown back as she moaned over and over with every bounce on his cock. He reached up to grab her by the neck and brought her face to his so they could kiss.

“I’m so-so close Stevie.” She panted out.

He reached in between them and started rubbing her clit with his other hand. “Cum for me. Don’t hold back and let go.” Steve whispered huskily in her ear. 

Jessie came hard moaning his name as her walls were tightening around his thick cock. This triggered Steve to cum deep inside her, painting her walls and womb white. Jessie collapsed against his chest and Steve held her tightly.

“God, I love you, Jessie,” He confessed.

She smirked big. “You’re just saying that 'cause I rode your cock.”

They both started laughing at her response. “I mean it, you're my everything. I can’t picture my life without you in it. Say you will always be mine.”

“I’m yours Steve now and forever. Ain't nothing gonna change it.”

Jessie gently slid off him to go to the bathroom to clean up. Once she was done Steve watched as she strolled out naked, her hips swaying back and forth before she climbed into bed.

Steve was starting to get hard again. “I’m not through with you just yet darling. Tonight we make love until sunrise.”

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[all1e23]

Bad Habit [Pt.2]

Pairings: Biker!Steve x Reader

Series warnings:  Drug use. Violence. Smut so 18+ please and thank  – No smut this chapter. Sorry to disappoint

A/N:  I’m doing my best to get my wips finished by the end of the year so fingers crossed I actually do so.--- LOL guys I wrote that last year. I guess here is part 2. Enjoy? Un-beta’d just as a warning for lots of typos.  

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You hadn’t expected to be nervous about your date with Steve. Friends date. It wasn’t a real date.  You made it clear you didn’t want a relationship. All you could offer him was friends with benefits. There was no point in trying for a real relationship. You were far from okay after your last break-up and the idea of letting in someone like him wasn’t an option. Sure, he may not be as ruthless, as cutthroat and vicious, as some of the other club members you’ve met but, he was still the president of a biker gang. You could hear Natasha’s voice in your head, reminding you that they were a club and not a gang. You’ve heard that excuse a few times. It was always bullshit. 

Club or gang. President or member. Real or faking it. It really didn’t matter. They were all the same in the end.

Your phone pinged from your pocket and the butterflies in your stomach told you it was Steve before you ever looked at it. It wasn’t anything special. He was excited to see you. If anyone was around to see the size of your grin you would have been embarrassed. 

Fuck. He make it so hard to remember the whole friends thing was your idea. You didn’t want to admit how much you liked him. He was sweet and surprisingly funny. He spoke about the world in an idealistic way that made your heart ache in the best damn way. It wasn’t as though he was a dreamer. He truly believed that the world should be that way and when it wasn’t he took steps to make it that way. Even if they were small steps. You liked that. You also liked the way he looked at you. He looked at you like you were something special and for a minute he actually had you believing he wasn’t going to break your heart the first chance he got.

Thankfully, your common sense and self-preservation came back before the handsome asshole showed up in your driveway. 

“Hey, Firecracker,” he greeted with a crooked smile and your stomach flipped from just the tiny curl of his lip. 

On second thought, you were so fucked. 

You pulled the helmet from his hand and swung your leg over the back of his back, slipping it over your head. “Don’t look so pleased with yourself. Yeah, yeah, you’re beautiful. Cocky jerk,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek. The rumbling laugh that fell from his lips did something to you you didn’t want to examine in the moment so you pushed it down and told yourself it was a moment of insanity. On your part or his you couldn’t be sure just yet.  

Thankfully riding on the bike gave you the quiet to get your head clear. There was no chance of him whispering some charming line that made you forget all the reasons why falling for him was a bad idea. You sunk against his back and let your chin rest on his shoulder, resisting the urge to nuzzle your face against his neck. He was annoying how easy it felt to give into him. Steve’s hand dropped down to your shin and his thumb rubbed back and forth, catching your smile in the side mirror and you playfully rolled your eyes when you saw him watching you and stuck out your tongue. He laughed and squeezed your leg, leaving his hand there until he was forced to move it on the next turn. So you liked when he touched you. Big deal. Who didn’t like when a gorgeous man touched them? It didn’t mean whatever the hell he thought it meant. 

By the time the bike came to a stop you were warm and fuzzy from more than just the sunshine. The fuzzy feeling quickly faded as a frown tugged at her lips. He took you to the lake? This wasn’t what you were expecting. It was a public park with a well known, very popular lake taking up most of the middle. You’ve run around it several times and have seen plenty of couples having picnics and families bringing their kids to play. You just hadn’t expected Steve to bring you here for your date. Friend date. You took the hand Steve held out for your and swung your leg over the bike, your boots kicking tiny bits of gravel out from under you. What was he trying to pull by bringing you here?

Steve was quiet as he laid the blanket he brought out onto the grass a few feet away from his bike and you were grateful. You needed a second to breathe and understand what was expected of you. A dinner you could handle. There was a start and end time. Bathrooms to escape to and waiters to interrupt. You could stuff your mouth with bread when he asked something a a little too personal. So, you could still do that but it would be less acceptable without a basket of complimentary bread between you. He dropped to his knees and looked up at you, an expect look on his face and your mouth went dry at the sight. 

If you hadn’t been so confused you would have combusted right then and there. You took his hand and sat down on the blanket next to him, glancing over everything he brought. Natasha obviously helped him pick out things you would like and you weren’t sure what to make of that either. 

“Why do you have that look on your face? Like you’re debating whether or not you’re going to punch me.” The question in Steve’s voice caught your attention and you realized you were frowning as you took in your surroundings. 

“I wasn’t expecting this,” you murmured, quiet and unsure. You didn’t know how to react to something like this. It wasn’t something you were used to. Steve, quite adorably, tilted his head to the side and asked, “What were you expecting?” 

“I don’t know,” you muttered thoughtfully. What had you expected from him? “You trying to win me over or something. Taking me some place you couldn't afford just to prove that you could. Showing off your position within the club and the city by getting us in somewhere fancy. Letting me know just how important and powerful you are in the community.” 

Steve brushed his hair out of his face but his bangs flopped back in front of his face and your heart ached at the sight. It begged you to kiss him. Just once. One little taste of his lips to satisfy the hunger he brought out in you. He looked so gorgeous and maybe a little shy, unsure of how to respond to your assumption of him. There was a frown sitting on his face that didn’t look like it quite belonged there and the urge kiss away his worries was hard to resist. 

“You’ve dated some real assholes I take it,” he finally said, watching you closely and you had to look away from him. He was good at knowing what was written on your heart before you were ready for him to read it. 

“You could say that,” you muttered purposely quietly.

“I’m not really into the whole powerplay thing.” 

He propped himself up on his left elbow and popped a blueberry into the air, catching it in his mouth with little effort. For a split second you wondered how sweet his kiss would be with the taste of berries on his tongue. He smirked as if he could read your thoughts and you quickly looked away, grabbing one of the small sandwiches he prepared to help distract yourself from thoughts of how soft his lips felt against your skin.  

"What things are you into?" you inquired, hoping to avoid anymore distracting thoughts. That had to be a safe subject, didn’t it? It would likely be something along the lines of working on his bike or hanging at the bar with Bucky. There was the high chance it would have something to do with the club and that would be enough to remind her why she should stay away from him. 

"Art mostly. I like to draw. Charcoal. Paint on occasion,” he responded causally, so casually you nearly dropped the sandwich in your hand and Steve chuckled a little. "What? Wasn't expecting that either?" 

"No. No I wasn't,” your voice was surprisingly soft and you picked at the sleeve of your sweater, forgetting the food all together. Maybe this was a bad idea. You liked him more than you wanted to admit from that first night and now you were only digging yourself into a hole you wouldn’t be able to escape from. 

"Hey,” Steve whispered as he nudged your knee gently with his elbow and you looked up to see worry etched over his face. “You okay? Did I say something wrong? We can go somewhere else if you want. I thought you’d like this. You didn't seem like the kind of woman to like-" your lips cut him off before he could finish and he moaned into your mouth. How could you not kiss him? He cared. You realized that shouldn’t be something rare and enticing but you’ve dated enough to know it was. 

Despite initiating the kiss you quickly lost control. Steve devoured every piece of you when he kissed you. You’ve never been kissed like this before. In a way that consumed all of you. It left you wanting, desperate for more and that wasn’t a good thing. If you were thinking rationally you would have shoved him away the second the thought popped into your head but you were too focused on the way his hands felt pressing into your back. Your hand twisted around the fabric of his shirt as he pulled you onto his lap, taking advantage of the tiny gasp that left you and slipping his tongue past your lips. 

Things were moving too far, too fast and you needed to pull back before you completely lost yourself in his touch. You broke the kiss, slowly pulling away despite the way he chased after your lips. Your hands framed the sides of his face and he stopped moving, giving you the a shy grin as he leaned back on his hands to give you space. 

"You think you know me so well already, Charming?" you teased but Steve shook his head, something you couldn’t read flickering through his eyes and he whispered back, "No. Only an idiot would assume you were easy to figure out. Gonna take more than one night for you let me behind those high walls. I'm willing to wait you out, firecracker." 

Your stomach did a full on flip. Part of you wish he wouldn’t say things like that. You didn’t want to fall for him but you couldn’t help it when he was smiling at you the way he was. You grinned and pulled him in by his shirt so you were nose to nose, whispering against his lips, “Take me back to your place. We did the friends part, I think we’ve earned some benefits.” 

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You settled in the crook of his arm and stared up at the dark wood ceiling How you kept ending up in this dirty ass clubhouse, in this man’s bed you had no idea but you were starting to like the way it felt to wake up next to him. “You good? You’re okay?” Steve checked in again. He was constantly checking in and making sure you were okay. He did that after your one-night stand. He wanted to make sure he hadn’t gone too far and that you were both on the same page now that your hormones were no longer driving the moment. You liked that. You wiggled against him and nodded, assuring him for the hundredth time you were fine, squealing when he nibbled on your shoulder and neck. You playfully shoved at his face and he nipped at your palm, making you pull back with a playful yelp.

"Quit being weird,” you whined through your laughter. “Talk to me. Tell me something about you that no one else knows.” 

“What do you want to know?” 

You rolled over onto your stomach, laying half on him and half off because you couldn’t bare the thought of losing his touch at the moment. He scrunched his nose at you and you leaned in to bump your noses together but Steve had other ideas, tilting his chin at the last moments and catching your lips instead. His arms tightened around you and pulled you fully on top of him, his tongue slipping past your trembling lips. As easy as it was to let yourself get distracted his lips and his hands, if this was going to ever be anything you needed to know more about each other and he wasn’t going to distract you with sex again.

“Don’t distract me with your perfect lips,” you whispered breathlessly and he chuckled, asking again what you wanted to know. “Why did you go on the road? Why did you go nomad?” 

Steve shifted so he could see your face better and tucked his right arm behind his head, staring at you for a long moment. It was obvious he was debating what to say, how much he wanted to tell you and if things were more serious between you that might bother you. It does bother you, your heart was quick to remind you. Maybe it did bother you a tiny bit. For where you were at the moment, vague was okay and Steve seemed to agree based on his answer. 

"Had some bad habits that I needed to break." 

"Did you?" you wondered out loud. “Did you break them?” 

"Yeah, but it looks like I came home just in time to pick up another." 

You smirked at the suggesting you were just another bad habit he picked up. You couldn’t be mad at him for it. He was probably going to be the same for you.

"Is that what I am? A bad habit you need to break." 

Steve grinned and pressed a kiss to your shoulder, asking against the goosebumps on your skin, "Are you bad? Gonna break my heart, Firecracker?" 

You attempted a snide smile but it fell short. You could feel it so you didn’t need to see the wistful look in Steve’s eyes to know it was weak, uneasy and fearful. He made you bare, in more ways than one it seemed. Somehow he broke you down and left you vulnerable without even trying and you wanted to hate him for it. Instead, you found yourself tucking your head to hide whatever he was drawing out of you and you pressed a kiss to his shoulder, smiling at the feel of goosebumps forming under your lips. Hopeful the feel of your lips, soft and warm against his cool skin would distract him enough to let this go.

His head dipped and his index finger tilted yours back up letting your noses bump together. No such luck. 

 "Should I get out before you hurt me?" Steve teased, but there was a genuine concern behind the jest. 

"Probably,” you retorted with a smile so pathetic it rivaled the one you let slip moments ago and Steve caught every ounce of regret pouring off of you. He shifted in bed, pulling you back into his arms until you were secured on top of him, your legs tangled around his and his arms wrapped around you with warm hands resting on your sheet covered cheeks. 

"You don't have to break my heart first to keep yours safe. You're safe here with me, firecracker. I like you. Sparks and all.” 

That sounded nice. The words were pretty but that’s all they were. Pretty words that you doubted he could truly back up with action. You’ve been around the block a time or two and men like him always let their mouths run before they really put any thought into what they were promising. 

"What if it's out of your control? What if it's club related?" 

"Baby, nothing is out of my control if I don't want it to be.” The confidence in his voice made your heart skip a beat. Or t could have been the possessiveness in his voice when he called you baby. “The club and you, there’s no contest there. I know what I would choose. The real question is, do you?” 

Your brows furrowed and a frown tugged at your lips. What in the hell was he talking about?

“I don’t have a club-” Steve cut you off before you could go any further, “I never said you did.” You stared at each other. Neither of you were willing to back down or look away from each other. You were both stubborn and neither of you wanted to give in.

 “Well, what do you mean?” you asked, caving and letting him win whatever little contest the two of you had going. “What do I have to choose between?” 

Steve’s large hands came up to frame your face and he stared in your eyes, sincerity and adoration reflecting back at you. “Running and being happy, Firecracker. Are you going to run or are you going to let yourself be happy here with me?”

You were right this morning. You were absolutely fucked.

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[nickfowlerrr]

pretty when you cry - drabble

pairings: soft dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader and biker!steve x soulmate

notes: idk how to tag this so let’s just enjoy it for what it is pls lol also sorry in advance bc im reverting to fluff and i know they’re supposed to be dark characters but i literally can’t help it. this isn’t really edited and i didn’t really even read it through so sorry if it doesn’t make sense lmao. just a drabble that got out of hand. this was prompted by an ask i received on my old blog talking about steve meeting his soulmate and how that would go and i couldn’t stop thinking about it so i wrote this little thing. enjoy!

words: 1.8k

The day he meets her though, I imagine he’d be totally caught off guard and not even really sure what happened. You’re in the office of the garage waiting for Bucky to finish changing the oil on your car and Steve is in there with you. Like he’s just being a total dick to a customer about something so stupid - as usual - but suddenly a girl comes up into the building. she’s there to pick up her brother (said customer he’s being rude to). she could see into the office from where she was parked outside and noticed the conversation seemed off so she got off of her car to see what was going on and he just completely changes his demeanor the second he locks eyes with her and is suddenly the sweetest, most charming, gentlemanly guy you’d ever seen. You caught on to what was happening right in front of you when you saw her breath catch in her throat when she looked at Steve. They were like magnetic and you just watched on quietly in amazement. Steve wasnt always so rough and rude to you, especially after him and Bucky had it out over the whole incident outside the bar all those months ago, but he’d never been so nice to literally anyone in front of you like ever. The girl tells her brother to go wait in the car for her while she finishes the transaction with Steve, which lasts way longer than it should and ends with them exchanging numbers on her way out. Bucky walks into the reception area from the garage where he was working on your car. When he glanced over to see you in the sitting area through the shared window- you having previously refused to wait in the garage for him despite his multiple requests for you to do so- and saw you looking perplexed with your mouth slight agape as you watched Steve talking to some girl, he got curious. When you saw him walk in as Steve walked the girl toward the door, holding it open for her on her way out, you looked at him and then toward steve and then back to him with a face that said “are you seeing what i’m seeing?” Steve watchs her drive away and waves her off from the window as he continues smiling. Bucky cleares his throat behind him and walks further toward you. “What was that?” Steve looks between you two before he responds, “I uh, I don’t know.” He says almost dumbfounded. “I do.” You respond softly, glancing at Bucky before looking down. Your amazement turning to something akin to bitterness but more solemn. That could have been you and Bucky. Should have been you and Bucky. A meet cute that you’d be able to share with friends and family about how you met your soulmate. A sweet, caring interaction. Not like what really happened. You felt your heart twisting in your chest as you briefly thought about what could have been. Bucky of course felt it, but you were sure it was written clear on your face anyway. “I’m assuming you’re finished on my car,” you began, suddenly standing from your seat, then heading to the door leading to the garage. “She seems sweet. Don’t fuck it up.” you said looking to Steve sharply before turning and not looking back at the two of them as you went. “She’s right, Steve. Don’t fuck it up,” Bucky said with a hint of regret in his voice as he left to follow you to your car. You had nearly forgotten about the interaction until two weeks later when you were practically kidnapped by Bucky after you refused to go with him to Sam’s birthday party. You showed up late because you took as long as possible to get ready, hoping Bucky would give up and let you stay home for the night. He didn’t. When you pulled up to the bar, you were met with the sight of Steve nearly beating the life out of some sleaze that frequented the bar.

You saw his girl with tears in her eyes, pressing herself to the wall and you didn’t even wait for Bucky to park to jump out and go to her. “Hey, what happened?”

“That guy, he.. he tried.. he tried to..” she couldn’t get the words out before she started crying again, and you pulled her into your arms and turned her away from the scene unfolding in front of you as Bucky , having parked the car, running after you, stopped to stop Steve from literally killing the guy who was no longer moving on the ground.

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” you reassured her, knowing full well what had happened without needing to be told explicitly.

You took the girl into the bar as Bucky and the rest of the guys took care of what was going on outside. You weren’t sure what they were doing exactly, but you didn’t think you wanted to know anyway. They all made their way inside eventually, Steve making a beeline for his girl and pulling her into him, holding her against his chest. “I’m so sorry, baby. Are you okay?” was all you heard him say as he lead her to the deserted booth at the back of the building. Bucky was beside you as soon as he finished talking with Sam, arms wrapping around you as you stayed seated on the backless barstool.

“Happy birthday, Sam.” You said with a smile. He thanked you before being pulled away, back to the pool table with some of the guys.

“Can I leave now?” You mumbled to Bucky, knowing full well he could hear you clear as day.

“Doll, we’ll stay one hour and then I’ll drive you back home, I promise.”

“Hm.” was all you responded with.

The hour passed by quicker than you thought it would once decks of cards were being thrown around the place. You were sat in Bucky’s lap while you played different card games with Nat, Kate, and Clint all sat around the table. Bucky helping you with the ones you didn’t know how to play very well. You had just won yet another round of blackjack when Steve came up to the table, taking a seat next to you and Bucky.

“Buck,” he muttered “I- I just wanted to say - I think I get it now. All of this,” he said as he gestured to you both, “And I’m sorry. To both of you, but you more, y/n. For everything I said and did, I- I don’t have any excuse, I was a jackass. If i could take it back, I would. And I really appreciate you looking out for my girl earlier. I saw that guys hands on her and it’s like I just blacked out but I - anyway I guess what I’m saying is that I’m thankful you two were there. And I’m sorry. I know I apologized before but I actually mean it this time.”

“Did you not mean it last time?” You asked with a raised brow, Buckys hand lightly squeezing your waist as he gripped you.

“I mean yeah, but it’s just, I’m more sincere this time.”

“Mhm.” You responded. “Well, thank you for the apologies. And for taking care of that guy. He’s been sleazing around here for a while now, so I can’t say he didn’t deserve it.”

Steve nodded his head in appreciation before cracking a small smile. “We’re heading out now, I’m taking her home. So I’ll see you guys tomorrow I’m sure.” He was greeted with a loud jumble of voices wishing the two of them a good night.

“It’s been about an hour, princess. You ready to go?” Bucky asked in your ear. You readjusted yourself on his lap, getting comfortable and leaning back into his chest before responding, “I’m on a roll, we can stay a little longer.” Bucky smirked as he wrapped his arms around you tighter before placing a kiss on the side of your face. You gave him a dirty look and he responded in laughter. “What, it’s good luck. I’m helping you, doll.”

The next day you’re working your shift at the diner, Bucky sitting at a small table nursing a coffee waiting for you to get off, when Steve walks in with his girl. He holds the door open as he ushers her in and gallantly pulls a chair at their table out for her, nearly bowing in front of her in the process as she sits. You can’t help but laugh out at the sight and at the same time you hear Bucky choking on his coffee before his booming laughter fills the air. The girl starts to blush immediately and you would feel bad, but you can’t bring yourself to care when you see the glare Steve is sending to both you and his best friend. You try to stifle your amusement, turning to see Bucky with a brilliant smile still laughing loudly. You preen and though you hate to admit to, the sound of his laugh and the sight of him being so carefree, in a good way, brings you a sense of happiness you haven’t felt in a while. “It’s like you’re a whole new man, Rogers.” He said beaming at his friend still glaring at him. “So chivalrous,” he laughed again, causing an unbidden laugh you tried to suppress to escape you as you finished wiping your last table and untied your apron. Your laugh then made Bucky laugh even more as he made his way over to you. you found yourself being pulled toward the front door, his hand having taken yours as you both continued to chortle. You stopped short and looked to the girl who at this point was obviously embarrassed beyond belief. “It’s not you, I swear. You’re the sweetest! It’s just, it’s so ironic to see him like this,” you laughed again. “Sorry, we’re sorry. We’re leaving now. Enjoy your food!” You bid quickly as Bucky continued to try and pull you outside. “Don’t apologize, doll, being laughed at is the least he deserves,” he said as he yanked you into his side. “Him, yeah. But she didn’t do anything.”

“No one was laughing at her,”

“No, but what if she thought we were? And either way she was still embarrassed. I felt bad.” He shook his head disapprovingly, chuckling softly.

“I don’t get the way you think. You’re too good for me.”

“Finally something we can agree on,”

“But you’re mine regardless, sweetheart.” He reminded you as he squeezed your waist tighter.

“How could I ever forget it.” You said annoyed, but leaning further into his touch anyway as he walked you to your car.

#dark!biker bucky #soft!dark bucky #biker!steve rogers #biker!steve #pwyc series #biker!bucky #soft dark bucky x reader #plus size reader

[onsunnyside]

Baby imagine shyinnocentreader being needy to daddydomsteve and he notices it but doing nothing about it

Like she just touching his thighs trying to be on top of him and he just dismissing her being like baby lets just sleep

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

he's mean biker daddy for a reason !!!!!

you straddle his thighs, grasping his bare shoulders and feel his relaxed muscles under your fingers. he's so warm, so big and bad. you wouldn't admit it outright, but you were soaked after hearing him yell through the phone earlier. he hasn't told you much about work, but you know it's stressful, and he said "sweet girls like you should stay away from the things I do" so ofc you're going to listen to him !!

you even start rocking your hips, grinding your clothed cunt on his thin sweatpants. he's hard and thick under you, but somehow it seems like he's never not that 🫢

"Daddy?"

"Mhm."

"C-Can we... uhm.." you trail off, growing shy when he sets aside his phone and those blues land on you. "Can we—"

"You look tired, baby. You take a nap today?" He tsks when you shake your head, "All right then, let's get some rest, yeah? You wanna be my little spoon?"

now... you didn't hear it from me but this leads to some "steve pretending to be asleep while you grind on his hard cock and shove his big hand between your thighs, desperate for relief"

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

First Lady {2} || Retribution MC AU

Biker!Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Summary: Your day takes a turn when you are kidnapped to blackmail Steve and the club into business. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, alcohol, pregnancy, reader injuries, kidnapping, canon-typical violence, guns, shooting. WC: 2678

Steve’s Masterlist || Retribution MC Masterlist || Part One || Part Two

The box of beers were freezing as they dug into your arms so you could carry them out of the fridge. You nearly dropped them with fright as you turned around after kicking the door closed to see Steve vaulting over the bartop. The box was gone in an instant and he gave you a disapproving look as he put them on the bench beside Cherry. 

“You know you shouldn’t be lifting anything in your condition.” Steve growled as he bent his knees to look you in the eyes. “No more lifting.”

Bucky frowned as he looked up from his phone. “I offered to do it but mama’s almost as stubborn as you.”

“I know.” Steve said with a heavy sigh, his huge hand coming to rest across the little bump jutting out from your belly. “I mean it, love, no more lifting.”

“Relax, big guy.” You smiled, placing your hand over his. “You keep stressing yourself out and you’ll be itching for a smoke, then I won’t be happy.”

The moment he felt his child kick against his hand he forgot everything and became enraptured with the miracle growing in your body. His smile split his face and the feeling of being complete lifted his spirits after spending hours in his office, once again trying to make ends meet and keep food on the table. 

“You’re gonna make me late.” You giggled as he pulled you into his arms so he could have just a few more moments with you before heading to the shop. 

“I already did that.” Steve teased low in your ear, laughing when you lightly slapped his butt. “Oh, I’m sorry, it’s not like everybody knows I knocked you up already.”

“You’re so romantic, it's a wonder you even got in my bed.” 

“I can tell you exactly how that happened.” 

“He’s bluffing.” Bucky said over the top of his phone that he was busy texting his girlfriend from. “He doesn’t even remember what he had for breakfast.”

“True.” Steve admitted as he turned to his VP. “Speaking of late, aren’t you meant to be out on a date?”

“I’m picking her up now, worry about your own love life.” He smirked before shrugging his kutte off and heading to the office to leave it for safekeeping. “Fucking feel naked without this. You know where we’ll be, give us a shout if you need me.”

“Go, enjoy your night.” You said with a wave. “They can look after themselves for a few hours.”

“Yeah. Right. And pigs fly.” Bucky snorted a laugh as he left, his Harley roaring to life before tearing out of the clubhouse parking lot.

“I’m going to head out too.” You said to Steve, pecking his lips quickly only to be pulled back so he could give you a proper kiss that left you wanting to stay. “I love you.”

“Love you too, mama. I’ll come by at midnight to help you close.”

It was almost closing time and you had been busy all evening with walk-in clients so you sent Hodge off since he had started before you. Locking the front door, you turned the music up as you began your clean down not realising someone had slipped in through the back. It was only as you polished the stainless steel bench that you saw a blurred reflection move behind you and you spun around, spraying the disinfectant in the stranger's face and kicked out your leg as hard as you could.

You didn’t stick around to see what happened to him but heard a crash and string of curse words as he toppled your equipment table. You rounded the corner to the staff only area and reached for your phone resting on your handbag, your fingers jamming the power button until it activated your emergency call to 911. 

“Shouldn't've done that sweetheart.” A man sighed as he stepped out of the shadows of the back door, a gun resting against his thigh. The stranger wore a sleek suit that screamed money and you slightly relaxed that it was too expensive for the FBI to wear, at least you weren’t getting arrested. “Happy?”

“Not exactly.” You muttered, seeming to amuse him as the man who you had kicked limped in from the studio.

“I’m fine.” Happy grunted as he grabbed your phone and smashed it on the ground. “The little bitch is gonna pay for that stunt though.”

You tried to dodge the hit but your baby bump left you off balance and the punch he sent your way slammed into your forehead instead of your nose. Stars blurred your vision as you swayed on your feet and you managed to stay upright until he grabbed you and dragged you outside to a waiting SUV.

The tyres squealed as Happy floored the gas and they hit the main road, merging with the Saturday night traffic that sprinkled the city streets. A familiar roar of a Road King passed you at an insane speed but with the tinted windows Steve wouldn’t have seen or heard you screaming from inside. 

“She’s giving me a headache now.” Tony complained as he scratched his cheek with the barrel of his gun. “Would you please shut up so I can think?”

“What do you need to think about?” You asked, wiping away some of your blood that trickled close to your eye. “How much you fucked up by taking the President of Retributions’ wife?”

“Just remember, I did ask nicely.” Tony said before he turned the gun and pistol-whipped you, the world quickly fading to black.

Steve paced the club like a wild animal, trapped as he waited impatiently for everyone to arrive. His eyes never left his phone, reassuring himself that the reason your location hadn’t moved was a good thing but fear knotted his stomach until he had to sit down or vomit. All he could see in his mind's eye was the mess that had been left in the studio, your phone smashed to pieces and the droplets of blood beside it. 

“Fuck!” He screamed as he threw the pen holder from his desk, the glass shattering against the wall and the pens clattering to the ground. 

The door behind him opened and he spun on his heels to face the intruder to his personal hellhole. 

“Woah.” Sam said gently as he raised his hands. “You gotta focus, man. You’ll get yourself killed if you go into this without your head.”

“I know.” Steve growled, anxiously rubbing his beard to the point it would probably start to wear away. “Give me a smoke.”

“No fucking way.” Sam stepped back. “Mama will kill me when we get her back.”

Looking at the phone once again, Steve sighed and pocketed the device before nodding to Sam. “Let’s ride.”

The gates rolled shut behind the entourage of bikers heading upstate to your location outside of Esopus, only a few members left behind to protect the club families in case there was another attempt at taking an old lady or their kids. The lights of the city soon faded away and all Steve could focus on was the glare of his headlight leading the way to you. 

Tony Stark was well known for being an arms dealer and he had been trying to get the MC to run his weapons along the East Coast but Steve knew doing that would put them even more on the FBI’s radar, something he wanted to avoid. It was more important than ever that he keep his nose clean and stick to the usual protection runs, ensuring he would be there for the arrival of his child and not behind bars. 

“Steve, you know who this property belongs to right?” Bucky asked from where he laid on the ground, one eye closed, the other looking down the scope of his rifle. 

“Unfortunately.” Steve sighed. “It’s not too late to back out, I can go in there on my own.”

“Fuck off,” his VP scoffed, “don’t insult me with that shit.”

Sam chuckled from where he was tucking magazines into his pockets and pulled back the bolt on his rifle. “We gonna do this or what?”

A small smile slipped onto Steve’s face despite the crushing fear that gripped his chest, he knew he could rely on his brothers to be by his side no matter how perilous the situation. With a nod he pulled the hood up from his coat to hide the blond of his hair and started to jog through the trees towards the Stark Compound, the rest of the club following close behind.

They reached the gate and, as their best marksman, Bucky took out the guard manning the security gate before Joaquin stepped in and made quick work of shutting down the outside cameras. 

“They are gonna notice we are here if they check the cameras, we better get moving.” Steve urged as he pushed down the rising adrenaline, now was not the time for his hands to start trembling and his heart to start racing. “On my count.”

Holding his hands up, Steve dropped a finger for each second that passed and the moment his fist was closed they broke ranks and fanned out across the yard. Bullets fired from a cargo bay door but they were quickly silenced by a well aimed shot from Sam and they continued their enclosing tactic around the building. 

You woke with a gasp and instinctively curled around your belly as gunshots rang out, trying your best to ignore the nausea rolling through your stomach and the way the room spun around you. 

“Get up.” Tony growled as he tugged you to your feet from the couch you had been laid on and pain lacerated your head. “It’s time for you to play your role perfectly, or I put a bullet into your baby first, then your brain.”

“There’s a shallow grave with your name on it.” You spat as he pulled you in front of his body and pressed the handgun to your head. 

“Your husband isn’t going to kill me.” Tony chuckled in your ear. “He needs me. Drop your weapons, Rogers!” Tony shouted out, nearly deafening you in the process, as he stepped out from the building. “I just want to talk.��

“This isn’t exactly picking up the phone is it!” Steve growled, his blood boiling as he saw the blood on your face. It was only the fact that the cargo dock doors opened and a small army strolled out with their weapons trained on the entire MC, outnumbering them 2:1.

“No, this is much more effective.” Tony laughed. “Now drop the weapons or your wife becomes a human casket.”

It took everything in you not to let the tears fall; you were tough, this was the life you signed up for and you told yourself you would not cry about it. Your body refused to listen the moment he moved the gun to your stomach and you trembled at the thought of losing the baby you had waited so long to have, silent tears turning the blood on your cheek pink. 

“Okay.” Steve rushed, dropping his rifle to the grass and looking along the line to his brothers, pleading with his eyes for them to follow suit.

“And your personal weapons too.” Tony huffed as their rifles clattered to the ground. 

Steve reached behind his back, drawing two handguns from the waist of his jeans and dropped them too, another dozen following from the others. 

“Good, now we can chat like civilised people.” Tony smiled, a breath of relief escaping your lips as he slipped his own weapon back into the shoulder holster, relying on his personal army to protect him. “Welcome to the future, gentlemen.”

With a shove, you stumbled forward and met Steve’s embrace, your hands tracing his face, neck and chest until you gripped his dog tags. The warm metal in your palm grounded you and you looked up into his shimmering eyes as he gently brushed away your tears before showing you with a kiss what he didn’t want to say in front of everyone - how afraid he was.

“You okay?” He asked as moved to feel the swell of your stomach. 

“We’re okay.” You reassured him, chuckling as your baby kicked. “Told you.”

“We don’t have all night.” Tony reminded everyone impatiently as he stood at the door to a large, glass lined meeting room. “Sooner we sort this out, the sooner you can get back to your rabbit burrow or wherever the hell you hole up in.”

“Wait out here where I can see you, okay?” Steve asked, raising your wedding ring to his lips and kissing the piece of jewellery that had led him to you. “I love you.”

You nodded and looked around at the armed men who had closed in even more. “Love you too.”

Bucky and Sam both paused as they walked past, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before they followed Steve inside. The rest of the men, in one way or another, all expressed their relief that you were mostly unharmed and your heart swelled that you were a part of such a loving family. 

“I have a regular shipment of arms coming through the Port of New York but a new  client has recently tripled their orders.” Tony said as he sat at the head of the table, a suave man looking outcast by the beefy bikers that sat around him. “I need you and your men to ensure my deliveries make it to the buyer without a hitch.”

“You have your own army, why us?” Steve asked what everybody was thinking. 

“Why risk my own men when I have you?” He shrugged. “You’ll be compensated, something I’m sure you are in desperate need of, so don’t act like I’m forcing you.”

“That’s exactly what you did.” Steve growled as he slammed his fists against the table. 

Tony laughed and played with the button on his suit jacket. “You got me. I’ll pay you a lot of money to deliver my weapons and, in return, I won’t kill you and every single one of the people you care about. Does that work?”

You wondered what they were discussing as you watched Steve sag with defeat, his eyes darting to every member around the room. You watched each man nod their head and assumed they were casting a vote as Steve turned back to Tony and held out his hand. That must have been a signal as you saw all the men behind you relax their weapons, aiming at the floor instead, and Steve made his way back to you.

“Let’s get you home.”

The walk through the trees was quiet, none of his brothers in the mood for joking and you suppressed the urge to ask what they had voted on. Your fingers laced with Steve’s and his thumb kept rubbing over yours, a nervous habit of his when he was deep in thought. Leaning into his side, you tried to soothe him by rubbing his back but his guns made it almost impossible before you gave up. 

“Babe,” Steve stopped you from climbing on behind him, his voice almost a whisper. “I need you up front, please.”

You nodded and climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs as you wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest. It had been a long time since you rode like this and that had been when a rival club had very nearly shot you out when they sprayed the clubhouse with bullets. He had been so afraid of losing you he had made you hold him the entire ride home, he had needed to be able to look down and see the face he loved above all else. 

“I’m here, Stevie, we’re both here.” You promised as the engine came to life and he stole a final kiss before kicking up the stand and taking you back where you belonged.

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[kaunis-sielu]

My Girl

You loved working at the local children’s clinic. Not something that you ever thought that you’d say, a hospital isn’t exactly known for being a good time. But you liked your coworkers, you liked helping the families and you liked getting to see the kids that came in. You also liked getting to meet the volunteers that came in, the only thing that you didn’t like was the location. You were in a little strip mall type building, all of the businesses have separate front and back entrances but are all connected to each other. The clinic is on the end of the building, right next to the gym, the one that was owned by a man named Peter Quill.

The day you’d started he’d noticed you getting out of your car. Unfortunately, your office required you to dress in business professional which meant heels, a pencil skirt, blouse and suit jacket. He’d wolf whistled at you as he’d unlocked the door to his own business, Starlord Gym, and you’d pointedly ignored him. He’d taken to coming into the clinic a day every week and flirting with you until you could be rescued by a phone call or client coming into the clinic.

Then you’d met him, Steve Rogers. He’d brought in a little girl with red hair and blue eyes. She’d fallen while he’d been babysitting for his friends and when her head kept bleeding he’d hustled her to the closest hospital, well, clinic.

You’d gotten her checked in, Mara Barton was a patient of yours, and the doctor had taken care of the cut. Steve had even paid in full for the appointment,

“It’s my fault that she fell in the first place.” He’d told you looking guilty, “We were playing tag and she tripped on a blanket.”

“It happens, you’d be surprised the number of playing accidents that happen every day. She’ll bounce back just fine.” You glance over at the little girl who was looking at a book, before whispering, “I’ve found that ice cream can heal all wounds.” He laughs softly,

“I’ve heard that too. Thank you.”

You’d continued to run into Steve over the next few weeks. At your favorite ice cream place where you’d found him with Mara and her parents, the grocery store then your favorite take out place.

“Are you following me Mr. Rogers?” You ask him with a little smile so that he knows you’re teasing him.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.” He says with that easy smile of his. “Are you new to the area?”

“I am, sort of.” You tell him, “I used to live on the south side but when I broke up with my ex I wanted to live closer to my family.”

“Well you clearly have great taste in take out.” He says gesturing to the food in your hand.

“I like to think so.”

“Maybe, you’d like to do some dessert after? It’s a nice night out, we could go to the park and eat?” He asks rubbing the back of his neck.

“That sounds great.” You tell him with a smile, “You wanna ride together?”

“Sure, we can take my bike if you’re comfortable with that.” He offers and you nod, you’ve never been on a motorcycle before but you’ve always wanted to. “I just need to pay for my food,” a group of people come into the small store and the space suddenly feels far too small.

“I can meet you outside?” You offer and you think he can see the discomfort on your face because Steve gives you a little smile and nod and you slip out the doors breathing a sigh of relief.

“Well, well, what a nice little surprise this is.” Your heart sinks, you know that voice but god you wish you didn’t.

“Peter, hi.” You say flatly as he looks you up and down.

“You’re lookin’ good today, so sexy.”

“No. Peter. Stop.” You say tiredly, you’ve had enough.

“No? I can’t compliment you?”

“You know what? No. You can’t. A compliment is something like, ‘oh, I like your shoes’ or ‘how you did your hair is nice’. What you’re doing is harassment. Especially because I’ve told you I don’t like it and to stop, please, please stop.”

“Wow, you’re a real fucking bitch huh?”

“Yea, hundred percent.” You agree and he glares at you as the door opens behind you,

“Hey Babe?” Steve says and when your anxious gaze meets his calm one you know that he knows exactly how uncomfortable you are.

“Is it cool if we stop and at Clint and Nat’s? I wanna check in on my favorite little pip squeak.” He says strolling over to you.

“Yea that’s fine.”

“The fuck is this?” Peter asks looking furious, “you told me you didn’t have a boyfriend.”

“Last time you asked, technically I didn’t.” Steve throws his arm over your shoulders and presses a quick kiss to the crown of your head,

“Everything okay here Sweetheart?” He drawls and you nod, for some reason you don’t think it’s a good idea for Steve to know what Peter has said. “Good. We should get goin’ then.” He guides you away from Peter but stops and removes his arm from your shoulders then takes the three steps it takes him to crowd Peter’s space.

“Oh, and if you ever talk to my woman like that again, you even look at her funny I’ll make life real uncomfortable for you. I know who you are, and you know who I am, so you know I’m not fuckin’ around.” He growls and your heart skips a beat, you didn’t know that he could make that noise and that it would be so sexy.

“Yea, I do but does she?” Peter asks looking far too pleased for your liking. When Steve doesn’t say anything Peter grins, “I’ll take that as a no. You gonna show her your real colors Cap?”

Steve lets out a low growl then turns away from Peter and his eyes soften when they lock on yours. You give him a small smile as he walks back toward you, but you can see some worry in his eyes.

“Sorry Sweetheart, ready to go?”

“Yea,” You tell him taking his hand. Steve looks surprised for a second but then gives you a smile and leads you to his bike.

“I only have one helmet so I’m gonna have you wear it. We can stop back at my place real quick if you don’t mind to grab my spare.” He says, you are going to ask him what Peter was talking about but not now. When you get to his bike he opens the seat and tucks both of your meals into the space then passes you the helmet. “You’re sure you wanna do this?”

“I am curious about what you meant with Peter earlier about he knows who you are? And he called you Cap?”

“I’m the leader of a biker club.” He says quickly, like he’s ripping off a bandaid.

“Oh. Okay.” You tell him tugging on the helmet, when he looks at you in surprise you freeze, “what?”

“That’s it?”

“I mean, yes?”

“You’re not concerned that I’m in a gang or something?”

“Should I be?” You ask raising one eyebrow and Steve laughs before taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the palm.

“Oh Sweetheart, you’re gonna keep me on my toes and I cannot wait.” He tells you with a grin.

“You plan on keeping me around?”

“Oh, hell yes I do.” He says before kissing you soundly, his hands bump the side of the helmet as he kisses you. “Hope that’s okay with you?” He murmurs before your gaze meets his again.

“I think I’ll manage.” You tell him brightly and he laughs again then swings a leg over his bike and offers you a hand to get on. He presses another kiss to your palm then revs the engine before pulling out of the parking lot. Oh yes, you’ll manage just fine.

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[weirdochick56]

Sin- Steve Rogers AU Chapter Ten

Biker!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, set in a universe where Pietro isn’t Wanda’s twin, but her older brother!!! 

Disclaimers: I don’t own any MCU plots/characters mentioned.

Word Count: 4, 370 Words

Summary: Lines are blurred and emotions run high when Steve and Reader find themselves in a vulnerable state with eachother. 

A/N: I know it’s been too long. I hope you all still care, if not it’s alright but regardless, hope you enjoy. <3

READ CHAPTER NINE HERE!!

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You’re sleeping soundly when suddenly, a loud THUD jolts you out of your sleep. Sitting up in bed, startled and dazed, you strain against the darkness of the room, searching for the origin of the sound. 

Your mind sways with sleep and it takes you a while to finally come to, but when you do, you hear rustling from downstairs, and your heart jolts. Still sleepy, you get out of bed and trudge carefully towards the living room, barefooted as the carpet of the stairs presses into your feet reassuring you that you were in fact awake and this was in fact real and not a dream. 

The sound gets louder and you squint when your gaze naturally reaches the couch in the middle of the living room.

And what you find awaiting you is nothing short of horrific.

You see Steve toss and turn beneath his blanket aggressively, little groans leaving his lips.

Fear instantly grips you and you practically run over to him, afraid that he’s hurt. 

You crouch down next to him, worry gripping your every cell. His groans turn into whimpers and you lean closer, watching him tensely.

A bead of sweat from his hairline rolls down his scrunched-up forehead, traveling further down his troubled face and then his flushed neck before disappearing into his blanket. 

You don’t know whether to attempt waking him up or not but seeing him like this…it…

You wince, gripping at your heart slightly. 

It hurt. 

You reach your hand out, ready to wake him up…And yet you can’t bring yourself to do so.. 

There’s such vulnerability in seeing him like this…you’re almost too absorbed by his pain and yours to wake him up. 

So you sit, you sit and you watch him. You don’t know what kind of nightmare he’s having but there is a sense of closeness you feel by being there while he has it. 

Are you the first person who sees him like this? So broken and afraid? 

Steve’s POV

I’m six years old again, my father’s voice is loud even as I cower behind his desk. 

“Joseph, please!” I hear my mom sob brokenly, begging him to stop even as the room lies in complete disarray, stuff torn and broken all over. “Steven he’s-“

“A useless piece of shit!” My father cuts her off and I can practically see his snarl. 

I try to do as mom had instructed and cover my ears, but my small trembling fingers do nothing to keep out my father’s rough voice, always so thick with disdain and hatred for my mother and me. 

I hated it. I hated him. 

“Don’t say that about him!” She yells back with what I knew was a very small amount of courage. “He’s just a kid! But he’s smart and he’s strong.”

My father’s cold disregarding laugh stayed imprinted on my mind for the rest of my life after that night. 

“Smart and strong?” he growled, in disbelief. “He’s a fucking half-wit with as much value as an expired fucking coupon.”  

I instantly felt pain flood me and I whimpered as the words seared through me. My father didn’t miss a single chance to let me know how useless and invaluable he thought I was.

The next thing I knew, the desk was flying off from around me and the cold air was rushing in. I spun around in my fetal position as my mom rushed forward, her face bruised and blotchy with tears. Papers and pens flew everywhere and I watched them, eyes wide. 

“Joseph no-“

But it was too late. My dad took a hold of my shoulders, lifting me as I wailed for him to let me go. His mean face never ceased as he roughly carried me to another room. 

I kicked and screamed to no avail. I knew how this nightmare would end. 

And I knew because it was a memory more than a nightmare. 

Feeling inevitable doom and absolute horror grip me as my father dragged me to my bedroom, sat me on the floor, and took off his belt, I flinched. 

He looked down at me with disgust. Cold and impenetrable. 

“You fucking mistake,” he mused coldly. “I’m gonna teach you a thing or two about being a fucking man.” 

And then he raised his belt. 

“No!” 

I feel someone gently shaking me and a sweet voice cutting through my nightmare. 

“Steve!” 

Just then I jolt awake. I sit up straight, panting loud as hell. 

My head instinctively seeks out the voice and I find the beautiful face of Y/n, staring at me with great fucking concern. 

My eyes are still wide and my chest heaves. I look down at myself just to find a thin layer of sweat covering me, a sheen. 

Swallowing with difficulty, I draw in a sharp breath and close my eyes for a split second. God fucking dammit. Not this shit again. Not….in front of her.

“A-are you okay?” 

That sweet voice. That sweet fucking voice. It brings me instant relief, making me feel like there was kindness and light even in moments like these and yet…it also brought me discomfort.

Knowing she was seeing me like this made me feel guilty-- like she didn’t deserve to see this side of me and it was an unusual form of torture. 

So I rub my hand over my face and try to smile at her reassuringly as best I can. Though I can feel my lips tremble slightly. 

“I’m okay, Angel. Just a little night terror. I’m sorry for waking you up. You should go back to bed.” 

But her frown deepens and those pretty eyes seek my gaze out for further confirmation which causes my chest to constrict that much more at how worried she looks. 

She’s fucking adorable. 

“I’ll go get you some water,” she whispers after giving me a light once over. 

And then without waiting for my response she heads into the kitchen. 

I inhale deeply as I hear her rustling about in the kitchen, searching for a cup to fill with water, feeling mentally and physically exhausted. 

The nightmares were a common occurrence so I could deal with them to some extent. But having someone here when I woke up from one…that was a different matter altogether.  

Y/n returns with a glass of water, handing it to me as she crouches before me again. I see her face is still creased into that ridiculously cute little frown and I can’t help but reach out and smooth the silky skin out with my fingers. 

“Stop frowning like someone died,” I croak jokingly before taking a sip of cool water. 

But Y/n doesn’t smile. Instead, she titls her head at me and my fingers naturally fall onto her jaw, gripping it slightly. Her pulse is strong and steady beneath my fingertips and something about it lulls me in calmness.

This. This was real life. 

Her long lashes flutter and her eyes sparkle as she gives me a look akin to that of a kicked puppy. 

“Steve…” she whines a little. 

Good God she’s pretty when she’s worried. 

How I have her this close and still haven’t done anything ungentlemanly is a fucking mystery. 

 “Stop acting like you’re okay,” she whispers before swallowing. “Your nightmare was pretty bad, am I right?” 

I sigh, looking away slightly because I know there’s no getting out of this. Her soft hand gently creeps up and her tiny fingers grip mine. 

It’s a small thing- definitely not something someone like me should trip over but it’s still significant. 

I’ve always been the one to initiate physical contact with Y/n and even when she’s reciprocated it’s never been this…tender. 

My eyes slowly crawl back to hers, questioning. I expect her to redden in that cute way she does when she becomes embarrassed, to cower and draw her hand back quickly, but she doesn’t. 

Instead, her fingers curl around my hand tightly and I all but fall apart. 

“You can tell me, Steve. You can tell me anything.” 

Any walls I had? Those words right there just abolished them. 

And then my mouth is moving without asking for permission first. 

“It was about my dad,” I whisper, feeling an avalanche of memories and emotions I’ve worked hard to keep down coming up suddenly. 

She seems to look at me expectantly, but I quickly swallow the bile crawling up my throat and shake my head, giving her a crooked smile. 

“Anyway, it’s old news. Past shit, no need to worry about it now.”  I caress her cheek with my thumb and she seems to catch onto the fact that I don’t really feel like talking about it and relents. 

“Okay,” she mumbles even though I can tell from her eyes she has a million things to ask me. 

I nod, sighing a little in relief. “Okay.” 

Then she says something really unexpected. 

“Sleep with me.” 

My head snaps towards her. She instantly grows flushed, shaking her head profusely. “O-oh my God! That came out all wrong,” she wheezes, biting her lip. “I meant come sleep with me, as in sleep next to me. On the bed.” 

I can’t help the small laugh that escapes me. 

“You’re something else, angel.” 

I shake my head affectionately and she smacks her forehead. 

I shrug as my laughter subsides.  “I already told you why I can’t do that.” 

A beat passes and I get the sense she’s thinking. Suddenly she perks up. 

“What if I put a wall of pillows between us?” 

Her suggestion is a blurt, really, as if it was lighting thought that escaped her mouth before she could really think it through and I can’t help but cock a brow. “Huh.” 

She nods, fiddling with her fingers. “C’mon,” she urges, eyes desperate. 

“It’s just…” she eyes the couch, sighing.  “I feel bad kicking you out of your own bed. And I haven’t been able to sleep properly because of it. Please, I’ll have pillows between us.” 

I can feel my lips curling on one side, unable to hold back the urge to tease her. I lean forward a little. 

“And do you really think…” I lick my lips for emphasis. “If I really fucking wanted to, a few pillows would be enough to keep me away?” 

She scoffs nervously, scratching her neck slightly. “Steve, c’mon. You’re not some big bad wolf and I’m not a scared little girl. We’ll be fine.” 

“So you’re not scared huh?” 

She swallows. “No.”

I offer her my best predatory smile, flicking her a dark look. 

“You should be. Who knows..” I trail off licking my lips lightly.

“I could blow your little pillow wall down and ravage you…”

She trembles a little and I see the hairs on her arms rise. Pride overcomes me and I fight to not smile like an idiot as she struggles to say something in return. 

“You’re not scary Steve. So just c’mon,” She squeaks. 

I smirk. “Okay then. If you’re certain, then I’ll sleep with you-“ my smirk widens. “Next to you I mean.” 

She nods a bit timidly and I can’t help the part of me, the dark one, that wants to devour her whole- innocence and all.  

Maybe I am a big bad wolf after all.

She slowly rises and my eyes instantly stray to her glorious body, which I now remember is clothed only by the tiniest of bikinis and my shirt. 

I instantly regret giving in. Especially when I see her go up the stairs. 

The shirt flutters over her creamy thighs, giving just the tiniest most torturous peek at her perky ass and I groan a little as I reluctantly follow her. 

The death of me, she’d be. 

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Your POV

“So this is your so-called wall?” Steve eyes the small makeshift divider you created on the bed, using up all but four pillows with bemusement. 

You nod shyly, refusing to look him in the eye and he chuckles a little. 

“Fine,” he quips and you look at him with a small smile. 

His fingers quickly reach down to the hem of his sleeping pants and without so much as a second of hesitation, he tugs them down, swiftly stepping out of them. 

God damn. 

Your mouth all but falls open. 

His impressive torso flexes when he crosses his arms over his strong chest and your eyes trail over it, sliding down until they land on his crotch area…where he’s only wearing a pair of gray Calvin Klein boxers.

You feel your eyes widen and your cheeks feel hot. Sure you’d seen him shirtless plenty of times before, but it never lost its shock factor. Not one tiny bit.

Steve, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to take much note of your flustered state and instead casually strides closer to the bed. 

You bite your lip as you watch him. Do guys get to have such nice asses? You wonder. 

As if sensing your eyes on him, he looks at you over his shoulder and you quickly switch your gaze to his eyes. Judging from his shit-eating grin not fast enough though. 

He cocks a brow. “Coming?” 

You bite your lip, suddenly feeling uneasy. The proximity in which you’d be is suddenly sinking in. 

“Um…”

He runs a hand through his hair. “Oh c’mon, you’re not backing out now are you?” 

“Of course not. I just…I’m going.” You shake your head decisively.

You do a funny little jog to the bed and Steve laughs loudly as you quickly get under the covers, pulling them up to your chin and turning away from his side. Your heart beats erratically in your ears as you hear him sink into the bed beside you.

The wall is between us, you reason. There’s also no way Steve would ever do anything inappropriate. You haven’t known him long but you…trusted him. 

It was an irrational kind of trust, one you couldn’t explain but could feel with your very being. 

Silence falls over you and you suddenly feel the need to break it. 

“Steve?” you call out quietly. 

“Yes?”

“Who’s Sarah?” 

Stillness. No one says anything and you cringe instantly. God, you stupid idiot! You open your mouth to apologize profusely, but his soft sigh cuts you off. 

“Why do you want to know?” Nothing in his voice is angry or confrontational, just curious. 

You turn on your back, staring at the ceiling as you swallow thickly. 

“…your tattoo,” you whisper. 

He hums in understanding before releasing another tiny sigh. 

“My mom. It was my mom’s name.”

His voice is quiet but you still manage to catch the slight tremble to it. 

Your eyebrows reflectively raise at his revelation. “Oh.” 

“She died when I was fourteen.” 

You’re shocked into silence at the fact that he had willingly divulged that information. Clearing your throat softly, you speak…

“What was she like?” 

Steve sucks in a sharp breath. “Strong as hell,” he breathes out. “Resilient. The best mother in the world. Soft and kind-hearted as fuck but she swore like a sailor.” 

You can help but smile a little. “Sounds a lot like you.”

Steve laughs but when it ceases, silence ensues once more. 

Then he breaks it. 

“Doll?” 

“Mhm.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m a good guy,” he rasps. 

You frown. 

“W-why do you say that?” You stumble the tiniest bit over your words. 

“You know why,” he spits as if your very question aggravated him. “You can deny it all you want but…” he trails off. “You don’t have to say what your body says for you.” 

At that, you suck in a sharp breath. He’s right. But for once it’s not his analysis of your feelings for him that makes a sharp anger spike in you it’s something else entirely this time.

You were so sick and tired of people treating you like a weakling. First Stephen, who thought he could take advantage of you, and now Steve warning you away…why? 

Sitting upright, you roughly knock a few pillows from the wall down, so your top halves were revealed and you were face to face. Frowning you fix your gaze upon his.  

“You underestimate me. I’m not under any delusions Steve,” you growl. “So don’t treat me like some spoiled little girl who needs constant warning and protection and who has no self-control when it comes to staying away from dangerous things.”

Decisively, you plop back down on the bed, angrily panting as you glare holes into the ceiling. You can feel his eyes boring into your temple. 

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he whispers.  

“Yeah.” You click your tongue, refusing to look at him. “You never do.”

“Fuck Y/n,” He hisses and you instantly look at him. “What the hell is it that you want from me? Huh?” 

“Me?” you point at yourself. 

His glare intensifies. “Yes, you. I mean you spent all this fucking time and energy trying to keep me away from you despite all my fucking efforts to win you over and the one damn time I try to warn you away you get pissed, indignant?” 

“Yes because you’re patronizing me, Steve!” You yell this at him yet it’s clear in your heart the true reason his words get a rise out of you. 

“You have no idea, do you?” He laughs incredulously. 

“About what?”

His eyes flare with anger, dark and feral. “About what I’m capable of. The things I’ve done. About the fact that it’s not your self-control, that’s fucking lacking…it’s mine.” 

Your lips part in shock as he continues speaking. 

“I’m not warning you away from me because I think you’re weak or you don’t have a fucking mind of your own. I’m warning you away from me because I’m letting my guard down around you and once you see who I really am…” he looks away, eyeing the ceiling. Your chest tightens as he smirks in a self-deprecating manner, turning back and slotting his eyes into your patient ones. 

“I’m not so sure you’d like what you’ll see,” he whispers. “Who I am…it goes farther than the shit that’s on the surface. It’s so much fucking deeper than a few tattoos and a tough guy exterior. It’s…” he winces. “Uglier.” 

He looks so vulnerable right now so…scared. God, was he afraid, truly? 

You feel a deep sense of conflict rise in you. On one hand, you had an overwhelming urge to assure him no matter what he showed you, you wouldn’t run away but on the other hand, there was fear. You were afraid of what he might show you, and how it might change you. 

Everything you’d been taught growing up, was to keep you from this specific situation. One where you were all alone with a dangerous felon, covered in tattoos and more than capable of ending you, it’d be stupid of you to throw caution to the wind…right? 

But it was different with Steve, your curiosity and an almost unbeatable desire to get closer to him, to figure him out despite all the darkness that lurked…it haunted you. And you knew deep down it wouldn’t leave until you got to see him…all of him. 

Your body moves without warning, slow but decided as you slowly kick the covers off of your body and brought your legs over the edge.

As you rounded the bed to his side, Steve’s brows rose practically to his hairline. “Y/n what’re y-” 

You walk to his side and sit beside him, fixing him a serious gaze. “Let me decide that for myself,” you whisper. 

And then you tentatively reach out, hoping he wouldn’t see the way your hand trembled as you placed it gently on the side of his face- much like he’d done to you before. 

His muscles tightened beneath your touch and his gaze flickered into something much more lustful as he stared up at your face with slight bewilderment. 

“What’re you saying?” He rasped. 

“Show me. Show me all you’ve got.” 

Steve sucked in a sharp breath, his jaw clenching. “Y/n…”

“Don’t,” you spit, shaking your head as your gaze never wavered from his. “Don’t make excuses, Steve. I’m not intoxicated and I’m asking you to show me.” 

His gaze becomes darker, his lips tightly pursed before he speaks again, carefully. “You have no idea what you’re asking for dollface, I can’t…I’d ruin your innocence. And I don’t know if I can forgive myself after doing something like that.” 

You’re frustrated, desperate…and a little wet. His gaze is boring into you and his scent overpowers you…the possibility of experiencing something dangerous hangs over you and it exhilarates you to the point that your head spins. 

Looking at him, you know he’s putting on a strong front, but it’s easily breakable for you. You just have to know what buttons to push. 

“Men are simple creatures,” your mom used to say. “Keep something they truly want away from them long enough and they become so desperate they’ll do anything to get it.” 

As the words ring in your head, a dangerous plan forms. What did Steve want more than anything right now?

If the bulge you’ve been trying to ignore for the better part of the night is anything to go by…that’s you. 

The plan forming in your mind was dangerous, too dangerous. And although not necessarily difficult to execute, definitely nerve-racking. Still, a fire that’s difficult to describe burns in you, insistently burning away the spikes of ice surrounding your insides…your heart. 

You wanted-no needed to do this. To feel him closer. 

Trying not to show how nervous you are, you keep looking him in the eye and gently lift yourself up, bringing your leg over to one of his sides and propping the other on the other side. Your heart races as your knees sink into the soft mattress with a little creak and your core lightly brushed against Steve’s hard boxer-clad cock. 

Steve, who has been watching you do this with a slightly confused and dazed face, instantly tenses when you sink over him, straddling him fully. 

You await his reaction on a bated breath, nerves vibrating with life.

And then his eyes are moving all over you in an instant as if he wants to take a picture of you sitting over him, his chest heaves harder with each second that passes, and his cock swells beneath you. His eyes grow impossibly more animalistic as they flicker to yours, incredulous and turned on but also…pissed. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He growls, his face tightening.

You resist the urge to shrink back at his angry words, and instead move on with your dangerous plan, trailing the hand that was previously caressing his face down his neck, over his racing pulse, and slightly scratching your nails over his warm chest. 

Steve practically moans. 

“Y/n…stop,” he breathes, eyelids growing heavy and half-hooded. 

“I want to see you…all of you Steve,” you mumble decisively, batting your lashes at him, turning your head. 

Steve practically disintegrates, his neck corded with restraint, his hands tightly fisted and trembling beside him and his eyes manic. 

“Y/n, I swear to everything that’s good in this world, you need to stop. I have no control over what I do around you as is and…” He clenches his jaw. “You’re going to regret pushing me.”

You know you should listen to him, you should head to his warning, you should take your legs away from him, remove your hands from his body…fuck, you should’ve stayed away from him from the very beginning. But like from the very beginning, you can’t stay away. 

Fervor takes over you and for an instant, your walls melt away completely, your cold exterior, your constantly heightened guard…and all that’s left is you, vulnerable bare you. 

“Steve,” you clip your tone, hating the manner in which it trembles and you pin his gaze down with yours. “I need you…”

You gently grab a hold of his hands, which are fastened into fists on the bed, slowly bringing them up to your body and placing them on your hips. Steve is watching the action with ever-darkening eyes and sucks in a sharp breath the moment his fingers press onto your flesh over the shirt.

“I tried to warn you.” 

That is the last thing he growls before he’s swiftly flipping you on your back. A gasp escapes you at the blindsiding action as your head hits the soft pillow and suddenly you’re staring up at him, your legs pride open as he slots himself in between them, his big hand gripping your wrists, pinning them above your head. 

His cool gaze pierces straight through you, no longer cold and calculating, but hot and with not an ounce of control.

Your heart begins to hammer in your chest at the possibility of what this compromising position could mean. Just as you part your lips to say something, you hear some noise outside the window. 

A loud crash echoes throughout the otherwise silent night, causing both you and Steve to jump instantly. And then…another crash. 

Steve’s face contorts into confusion and he scowls, quickly getting off of you and pulling on some sleeping pants from a pile near the door.

You watch him, still dazed, and purse your lips, trying to control your wildly beating heart. 

He seems completely unaffected aside from the bulge in his pants as he pries the window next to the bed open, swiftly. 

Instantly, his face transforms from confusion to something akin to both concern and slight anger. 

Quickly, he turns to you, holding a hand out. “Wait right here,” he says sternly, and then he’s gone. As you hear his retreating footsteps, you release a big breath, feeling the tension released from your very bones. 

You hadn’t realized just how tense you were in the first place how much he affected you. With a frown of your own, you hesitantly moved towards the window. 

Moving the curtains aside, your face quickly transforms in a very similar trajectory as Steve’s. 

Your heart drops and you freeze completely. 

In front of the house is Steve and someone else. The last person you expected.

Your lips tremble as you blurt the name quietly. 

“P-pietro?” 

***

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Biker Code masterlist

Summary: You meet two cocky men. Biker. How can you not fall for them?  

Pairing: Biker!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x Biker!Bucky Barnes  

Warnings: none so far, more to be added

A/N: I decided to turn this one into a collection of drabbles about Biker!Stucky and our reader. 

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

BC (1) - Meet the good girl

BC (2) - Good girl meets bad boys

BC (3) - Live a little good girl

BC (4) - Even good girls sin

BC (5) - How do be bad.

BC (6) - The good girl and her bad boys

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