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cattordi · 1 year

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a/n i may start writing again whoooo knowwws???

summary chris is announced sexiest man alive and you show him much you appreciate his sexiness

pairings chris evans x notfamous!reader

warnings smut, tons of praise, oral sex, kinda un accurate bc i’m not familiar w/ how ppl are named certain titles/given awards, not proof read, fluff etc. 18+ MINORS DNI

literal sexiest man alive

“i just got named “sexiest man alive.” chris says as you walk back in the room. dodger is laying at the foot of the bed and chris is standing as he just walked into your bathroom into your room with sweat pants that lay low on his waist.

his body is covered in tattoo, which is one of your favorite physical features about him. “are you serious? congratulations baby!” you say as you give him a long kiss. his hand slides from your back down to your butt as you break the kiss.

“it should’ve been ‘hottest couple alive’ like cindy crawford and richard gere that one year.” chris says and you laugh. “um for 1. they split like a year after names that and 2. no one knows me or that you’re with me.”

at that moment dodger hops off the bed and heads out the room, his tail wagging behind him. “im proud of you though.” you say and plop another kiss on his full lips before attempting to break from his grasp. he holds onto your waist tightly with a faint smirk.

“chris, why do you have that look?” you ask and he hums. “what look?”

“the look you make when you want to say something, but you won’t.”

“i wanna celebrate.” he says and you gleam with approval. “glad you can get your words out hun.” you say teasingly and he grabs your ass hard.

you kiss him again, this time for longer so he picks you up. “i’m so proud of you.” you say between kisses as chris lays you onto the bed.

he leads a trail of kisses down your sheer tank top that your nipples are straining against. “thank you.” he hums as he pulls your shirt up exposing your breast. “you’re the sexiest woman alive.”

he takes your nipple into your mouth and slides his huge hand into your shorts rubbing your clit; starting slow but getting faster with every moan you let out.

“look at me baby, look at me.” chris pleads and you do. your eyes meet his as he slides your pants downs your legs and to your ankles.

when his warm breath hits your throbbing clit, shivers zoom up your spine. “you’re so gorgeous baby; so gorgeous.”

his praise gets you off just ask much as his mouth on you. he always says the right things and always hits the right spots.

“i’m coming.” you say and chris continues licking and rubbing at the same pace. when you come, your vision becomes white and you see stars.

“you taste so good baby.“ chris says as you come, “so fucking good”

when you come down from your high, chris’ pants are off, which you assume came off when he was eating you out. he takes himself into his hand and strokes slowly watching you.

“let me taste you chris.” you say but he shakes his head. “i need to be in you now.”

opening your legs, chris gets a full view of your throwing pussy which makes his harder than ever. “i’m about to fuck the shit out of your pretty pussy.”

you mean lightly as he positions himself between your legs and pushes in. though you’ve been with him for 2 years, you’re still not used to his size.

“you’re so fucking big chris,” you moan out as he starts moving at a slow pace.

his hips thrust and his movements starts to get faster. the sounds of both of your panting and praises fill the room. “you’re so tight hun, goddamn” chris says and a bit of his boston accent slips out.

“right there chris.” you say just as he hits the right spot. you’re vision fades again and you arch your back as you moan loudly.

at the sight of you coming on him, chris comes with you causing his thrust to slow down and him to fall onto you, leaving wet kisses on your forehead.

“you’re so fucking beautiful.” chris says.

“yeah but you’re the sexiest man alive.”

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missacidburn928 · 5 months

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It's that time of year again. I wrote this beauty two years ago and it still is my most read fic on ao3. Need a distraction today? Give it a read or re-read.

Best Served Hot

Family dinner at the compound for the rest of the team to formally meet you. After an encounter with Thor, Bucky decides to make sure that every alpha in the room has no doubt who you belong to. You find out some interesting information about your Alpha and one Steven Grants Rogers that leads the night down a surprising path.

#poc reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x you #bucky x reader x steve #bucky #alpha bucky x omega reader #alpha steve x omega reader #alpha steve rogers #alpha bucky #abo au

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flordeamatista · 2 years

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Into The Sunset

pairing: dbf!Steve Rogers x fem!reader

concept: You paint him with lusty clouds and bright rays

word count: 800

warnings: Age gap Steve is a dlif), unprotected sex, tiny plot with just smut, car sex, you get to ride him and he gets to pound you, nicknames ─ sweetheart, angel,

a/n: ZOEY!!!! When I saw this, I cried, as you already know

Masterlist

With a halo surrounding your face and lust all over your body, you radiate beauty

As the sun was almost setting, you sat and felt the wind go through your body. The intensity of the light along with the colors in the sky calms you. As the sun shines in the sky, it is like a huge romantic, inspirational fire. Like an emotional and beautiful symphony quieting down and becoming more peaceful as it fades.

You felt erotic being in the car with him, looking at him in his black aviator shades with the sun reflecting off his face.

It's even better to sit in his seat and enjoy his ride.

Steve watches you move above him, his eyes is fill with admiration. To him, you may as well be a guardian angel. His skin feels warm to the touch as though he is shower in light.

You are his light, and he wants to make sure you are only for him.

While riding his cock, Steve slips his hands down to your waist and lifts your dress. Drumming his fingers on your thighs, he smiles at you. Your skin glows in the sunset light, and your dress wraps around his fingers. His eyes are drawn to your lips as you pound your body against his.

It is what he needs right now, and that is what he needs to hear from you.

The large hands on his hips caress your hips as he dances rhythmically up to your breasts in his retro convertible while you pant and bounce on him..

He squeezes your breast, flames sprang out of your eyes. You reach up and slid off your dress.

As you jump up and down, Steve got a good look at your body. He needs to be able to see where he has operated on your body. Steve, impatient, turns you over so that you are lying against his chair. He grabs the seat lever and throws the backrest backward, crushing him between your thighs.

“My sweet pussy swallowing everything I give her”

One powerful stroke was all he needs to drive himself point. While engulfing your mouth with his own and forcing your lips open with his tongue, his palm kneads your breast and his fingers pinch a hard nipple.

You're practically in tears from the overwhelming pleasure as he gradually thrusts inside you to encourage an orgasm. "That's my pretty Angel, you're doing so well for me," he whispers close to your ear with a soft bite.

“You like that?” he smirks at you. “You like it when I fuck you, right?" He presses more and more heavily, his body smacking against you. You felt trapping, entrapping arm around your body.

Nodding, you let out another moan, showing Steve how fantastic he was making you feel. "So--amaz-"

His hand slid to the side of the car. He intends to hit you as hard as he could while remaining balance. He groans as he feels your walls wrap around his cock.

“That’s it, Angel. Cum for me. You’re doing such a good job.”

You clung to his shoulders, feeling weak from his thrusts. Your eyelids squeeze shut by the sensation of your body flowing with ecstasy. As your name comes out of Steve's mouth, he moans loudly and grips to the back of the seat.

This is just great as it is: raw, hot, and nasty.

The experience is everything you've ever dreamt of and you know you're about to cum on him. Your mind can't seem to form coherent thoughts, but Steve understands.

You are his slutty brat, so this is your reward for being so good to him.

The way your hips shake with each thrust and the hot humid air you breathe tells him you're loving his cock.

“So perfect, feel so good around my cock. Can’t believe I waited so long to get a taste of you. Should've driven you home sooner”

He buries his face in the hollow of your neck and smears hot, wet kisses all over it.

"That's it, sweetheart. Cum for me. You're on top of my world."

His words of praise, thick with desire and lace with sweetness, are what tips you over the edge.

You dug your nails into his back as his seed spills into you. Your walls tighten around his cock and he slams his fist against the seat, groaning in pleasure.

This man.

A sunset can't describe the lust for this man's body.

Your dad's best friend's fucking was unlike any orgasm you've ever had in your life. While you enjoy the view of freedom under the sunset, he isn't letting you float away.

Another sunset drive awaits you tomorrow. With him.

You paint him with lusty clouds and bright rays

#la hacienda de alice ─ sleepover #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x poc!reader #steve rogers x you #dbf!steve rogers x female reader #dbf steve #steve rogers #chris evans x reader #steve rogers x latina!reader #chris evans fanfiction #dadsbestfriendsteve #steve rogers drabble #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x f!reader

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fakefiller · 1 year

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Dream of Me.

Warnings — frat!bucky, phone sex, mutual masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, sliiiiight mommy kink if you squint.

You were about to turn in for the night, the intense pain in your lower back, the pain that was keeping you up, slowly dissipated as the clock on your wall ticked. A deep breath of relief ricocheted through the quiet atmosphere and it was almost silent. You let your thoughts escape you, the once rowdy noise in your head being limited to a quiet static.

This wasn’t enough.

You take another deep breath, zeroing in on the silence as you slip a hand into the waistband of your thin, pink panties. The fabric brushes against your wettened hole while you gently rub semi-circles on your clit and you wince at the feeling. Your head falls back into your cool, satin pillows when you insert a finger, the pace and sensitivity driving you closer to your high.

Until your phone rings.

The pink vintage receiver you have hooked up on your bedside table vibrates with every ring and you sob internally, wondering ‘who could be calling at this time of night?’ Without missing a beat of anger, you hastily pick up the phone and shove it to your ear.

“Who is it?” You ask groggily, irritation prominent in your tone.

“I’m sorry for the late call, princess. I just need to know if you have the My Chemical Romance lighter I left on your couch.” Bucky responds, and you feel the tension slip away as he speaks.

“God – can you call later? It’s 2 in the morning and I was busy.” Your voice was meek, trying to tell him what you were doing without saying it.

“I’m about to roll up and I need my lighter. If I didn’t need it, you know I wouldn’t have called right now.”

“Okay well go ask Steve for his! I’m surprised you’re not doing it together. I was busy!”

He can almost hear the way you rolled your eyes into your head, not missing the way your voice got an octave higher. Your hand hovers over your sweet hole, a dull ache replacing the pleasure you once felt.

“He left his with Sharon. Hey – what could you be busy with at-”

“Bucky.” You cut him off sternly with warning in your voice.

“I didn’t peg you as the masturbation type, sweetheart. How’s it going?” Bucky’s question sends electricity to your core. Was he teasing? Or was he genuinely curious?

“It’d be much better if you hung up so I can fucking focus.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do. Hang up.”

“You’re more than capable of hanging up, sweetheart.”

“Just do it, Bucky. You’re a pervert.”

He laughs at that, a guttural one. Without thinking, your finger gently slips back into your aching hole, the intrusion causing you to let out a low whimper.

“What was that?” Bucky questions and you snap your legs closed.

“I uh, almost dropped the phone. That’s all.” You breathe out, mentally cursing from being so naive that you could keep quiet.

“I don’t think phones make noises that pretty, baby. You gonna be honest this time?”

His words create a wave of arousal which immediately travels to your soaked cunt. Before you answer, you take a deep breath, blowing out the trapped air from your nose.

“I slipped a finger in. It hurts Buck, I just wanna cum.”

Your admission makes his cock twitch in his sweatpants, his semi becoming a full chub within seconds. He can’t tell if it’s from your voice, the time, or what you just said to him and he doesn’t care to figure it out.

“Touch yourself for me princess.” Bucky coos and your eyes almost roll back into your head.

“I already am.. can you do it with me?” The question floats in the air for a second before anything else is said.

“Y-Yeah I can let me just grab lube – I like it wet.” You can hear him grunt as he reaches for the bottle that you assume is on some kind of night stand.

“Then you’d love me.” You let out a meek laugh. “I’m dripping as I speak.” Unbeknownst to you he bucked his hip into the air at your words, his cock weeping into his boxers with precum.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum before I even start if you keep talking like that.” He sighs, pulling down the restricting layers before flipping open the bottle of lube and pouring some onto the length of him that sat pressed against his abs.

“Sorry – I’m eager. I wanna sleep.” You yawn, fingers gently pressing against your cunt.

“You don’t have to wait on me princess, I’ll catch up.”

“W-What are you wearing right now?” The question startles you, and you're the one who asked it.

“I was wearing gray sweats and the boxers you bought me for friendsgiving but I uh, took them off due to this circumstance.”

You sigh at the thought of him stark naked, cock between his fist and being gently lathered in the smooth liquid.

“Mmm..” Is all you can respond with as you tuck the receiver under your ear and between your shoulder to use your thumb to rub circles on your clit.

“How about you princess?” He takes a beat to lift his cock from its resting place on his stomach and gives it a home in his fist, the pressure making him wince.

“I’m wearing the um, the baby pink set you bought me last week. The bralette and underwear but they're pretty soaked now so..” You reply between pants, trying to find a rhythm between the fingers sliding in and out of you and the tantalizingly slow pace on your sensitive bud.

A guttural groan mixed with sloppy wet noises follows the end of your sentence and it’s obvious how that affected him. He gets lost in the feeling of his hand gliding up and down his shaft to respond.

“I keep going too fast – I wish it was you, here, controlling my pace.” Bucky whispers, and you whine at his words, working in a second finger.

“Yeah? You want mommy there to help you, baby?” You coo, hearing him whimper on the other end.

“Shit, yes, I need you. Wanna feel your pretty cunt grip my cock.” He sighs, fist eagerly pumping up and down.

“Fuck, Jamie–” Your eyes shut with knitted brows accompanying them as you stroke your g-spot with both fingers.

“I love it when you say my name, I gotta hear it when I fuck you.” His moan bellows through the receiver and you hold back your own, scared to wake up your roommate.

“You can take it whenever, James. I’m yours, baby. All – fuck – yours.” Bucky can hear the squelching of your wetness with every thrust of your fingers and it grosses you out but turns him on even more.

“I’m close princess, so close.” He drags out and you don’t miss the echo of his fist hitting the base of his cock with every stroke.

“Me too - I can’t wait to cum all over your thick cock, I need you stretching me out. My fingers aren’t enough.” You cry, your hearing dulling and vision blanking for a few seconds as you imagine him sliding in and out of you and taking the place of your fingers.

It falls silent for a moment until you hear his heavy breathing continue. “Shitshitshit, I’m cumming, fuckohmygod.” His words and your name become a chant, spilling out of his mouth until he’s spent on his stomach, forcing himself through his high.

You spasmed around your fingers, head lulling back into your pile of pillows, voice getting higher and higher. The receiver drops from your shoulder to your chest as your orgasm washes over you, stars of white clouding your mind. Your body goes numb while you come down from your climax, breath escaping you.

“Fuck, I need to see you later. Come by my room after your 2 pm class?” Bucky sighs as beads of sweat drip down his forehead.

“Mhm.” You reply sleepily, pushing the receiver off of you and onto the edge of your bed.

“Goodnight, princess. Dream of me, okay?” Bucky’s voice seemed to have dropped an octave, giving you more fuel to sleep.

All he receives is a faint sigh of approval before you’re fast asleep, legs crossed under the dry part of your comforter. Laundry will a problem for future you but its the last thing on your mind.

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 11 days

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Affinity Series Masterlist

Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader

Alpha!Steve x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader

Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve

Summary:

Snapshots and moments between Alpha Bucky and his sweet little Omega Edit: This duo turned into a throuple thanks to a certain Captain. So there will be snapshots between Alpha Steve and their sweet little Omega both all together and separate mixed in. (Also the Steve in series is very much an undercover perv. It's a headcanon of mine that I love) There is no chronological order to this series so if you only want to read about one pairing you'll easily be able to do so.

Warnings:

18+ MDNI, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Poly, A/B/O, additional tags per installment.

Bannner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

Current Total Wordcount: 37,659

Current Installments: 11

Status: Ongoing

INSTALLMENTS:

Honey I'm Home: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader

Hearts are wild creatures, that’s why our ribs are cages: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader

Intoxicating. That's What You Are: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader

Best Served Hot: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve

Oh, I'm A Mess…: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader, Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve

On The Line: Alpha!Steve x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader, Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve

I'll open the sky for you. Set the rain on fire: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader

Keep Your Eyes On Me…: Alpha!Steve x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader, Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve

We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve

If You Want To Taste The Universe. Just Kiss her…: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader

Mess With The Best. Die Like The Rest: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve

#poc reader #avengers smut #abo au #abo dynamics #alpha bucky x omega reader #alpha steve x omega reader #alpha bucky x omega reader x alpha steve #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut

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bluemusickid · 2 years

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In the end, it's you and I

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, smut, soft moments, breeding kink, that's it. 18+, MINORS DNI.

A/N: So, @maladaptivexxdaydreaming sent me this GIF and oh GOSH. It evoked something inside me. So here goes, ig.

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18+ blog, Minors not welcome, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Not beta'ed, any mistakes, grammatical or otherwise are all mine. I post my stuff only on Tumblr and AO3, and occasionally Wattpad. I do not give anyone permission to reproduce, copy or translate my work. If you are found doing so, trust me, I will put my law degree to good use. Likes are welcome, reblogs are much appreciated!

"Shh."

It wasn't just a sound. It was a sentence in itself. If you'd asked your past self about the sound, she would've said it annoyed her; big time. To be honest, one only hears the "shh" sound as a toddler or a child. Hearing it as an adult is just considered rude.

Or so you thought. That was before you met Steve. It seemed like that was his favourite thing to say.

"Shh."

That's all he said, as he held you, rocking you gently as you held onto him, crying your heart out.

"It's ok, sweetheart. Let it all out."

You clung to him, reliving everything. You lost her. Your best friend, no, your sister almost. She had succumbed to the deathly disease. You had held her till her last breath, just as Steve was holding you right now. You tried to stop, but the tears kept coming. You held on to him, like you were holding on for dear life.

"Shhh." He whispered, pressing soft, feather light kisses into your hair. You didn't even know how much time passed as he held you like that, occasionally gently rocking you. You woke up the next morning, in his bed; a glass of water on the nightstand. He'd slept on the sofa outside, keeping a watch on you all night.

In the morning, he'd made you breakfast; your favourite waffles and OJ. There were no words spoken, but the quiet domesticity spoke volumes.

"Shhhh, sweetheart." He'd muttered through gritted teeth, covering your mouth with his palm as a moan slipped through your lips. A boring black-tie affair in Captain America's honour couldn't be spiced up in any way, yet here you were. Being pounded into within an inch of your life just behind the stage, where your husband would be getting an award.

You squeezed your eyes shut, a myriad of emotions flowing through you. But at the top of the list, there was only one coursing through your veins. And that was lust. You held onto his blazer with a death grip, wrinkling it in the process; but you didn't care. He was making you feel too good for you to give a damn.

His grip tightened on your waist, as he literally pounded you into the wall, hitching your leg on his hip. You gasped behind his mouth as he crashed his lips to yours, swallowing the sound.

You watched your husband from the audience, as his cum leaked into your ruined panties. Guess there were perks to being Mrs. America after all; a boring black-tie affair finally became interesting.

Running your fingers through his hair, you begged, beseeched him to let you come before you were caught in flagrante delicto. You could sense that he, too, was close, as he came with a grunt, his hot spend coating your walls; his hands gripped your hips a little too tightly. You came around him with a squeak; your walls tightening around him, trying to make him a part of you.

"Shhh, princess." You heard him mutter.

You checked the clock, which read 3:00 AM. Groaning, you sleepily made your way down to the kitchen to warm up a bottle of milk. You groggily walked to the nursery, ready to take over. Just as you neared the room, you heard Steve softly sing to your baby, his voice lilting through the silence of the early hours.

"Don't cry, my princess. Daddy's here. He's always gonna be here for you. And that's a promise."

Your daughter started fidgeting again, searching for food as you walked in and handed him the bottle, knowing better than to get in the way of daddy and his precious daughter, who had managed to wrap him around her little finger in a short period of 3 months.

You went back to bed, hearing his muffled "shhh."

A few years ago, if someone had shushed you, you would've punched them. But ever since you met Steve, there couldn't have been a more sweeter sound.

Oh gosh. I wrote this in a day, flat. Never have I written this fast, and I have Ali to thank for that. Hope y'all like this!! 💕😘

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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The Mark || nomad!Steve Rogers

Summary: Avengers timeline but with a soulmate twist. No one knew who their soulmate would be until after you slept with them. The matching mark on both of your hands would only appear after your bodies joined in union which left for a few strange outlooks on sex.

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, threat of rape implied, unprotected sex, oral.

A/N: another one written on my phone, I’ll edit it next week. I also said I wouldn’t write over the weekend but I had an idea and it won’t go so here we are.

The shadows of the alley seemed to swallow your screams before a gloved hand pressed tightly over your mouth. Your knee moved on reflex, just like your momma taught you, hitting the man square between his legs and sending him collapsing to the ground with a painful cry.

“You little bitch!” He hissed as you grabbed your handbag you had dropped and sprinted back to the street.

Oomph. The wind was knocked from your lungs as you crashed into what you assumed had to be a wall but found the wall had arms. A fresh wave of panic set in as they closed around you and your knee jolted up again.

“Ugh.” The man grunted low and bent at the waist but still he didn’t let go. “I’m trying to help.”

You looked up at his face, recognising his voice from the many videos you had seen of him over the years. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry Captain.”

His lips curled slightly but there was also a hint of a grimace that left you feeling guilty as he let go and stepped past you. “Just wait there, let me deal with this jerk. You like attacking beautiful women huh?”

The guy that had tried to drag you into the depths of the dark alley whimpered from where he lay in a puddle. His head was shaking as he tried to deny what he had done but he could hardly get the words out through the pain in his groin.

“I, I barely touched her.” He managed to stammer. “Bitch is lying.”

“I hope you have a lawyer.” Steve said as he heard sirens echoing along the street.

“And insurance.” You added, Steve’s head cocking in your direction as you stepped up behind the safety of his back. “You’re gonna need it for your testicle retrieval.”

Steve tried to cover his laugh with a cough and held his hand out for you. “You should be proud, most people freeze in these situations.”

You stared at his hand, thinking it would be simple to shake his hand but even though you didn’t need his help he had still come when everyone else ignored your cries for help. He stiffened for a moment as you wrapped your arms around his waist and whispered your thanks to his broad chest.

“No more walking around by yourself at night, alright?” He said as he relaxed and let his arms fall around your back, feeling an odd sensation in his stomach as he inhaled your mouthwatering scent.

“I have to.” You uttered as you loosened your hold, not wanting to make a fool of yourself but missing the sense of security you felt in his arms the instant they disappeared. “I have to get home somehow.”

Steve ran his hand over his beard as he felt his inside twist at the idea of you out at night, alone. “Is there anyone who can pick you up or walk with you? A boyfriend maybe?”

You shook your head, looking down at your hands clasped in front of you, the skin naked of the mark. Some days you longed to find the one you were destined to love, some days you feared who it would be. Every day you felt alone.

“I don’t have anyone.” You whispered.

“Shit.” He sighed heavily, wanting to find out more about you but the sirens were getting closer. “I have to go.”

You nodded, understanding the weight of Steve’s actions and what he risked to help you since he was technically a fugitive on the run. “Thank you, Captain.”

“Not Captain.” He shook his head with a sad smile. “Just Steve.”

“Steve,” you tasted the sound on your tongue, the interaction suddenly more intimate just from saying his name, “thank you.”

You turned as a pair of headlights filled the alleyway and when you looked back Steve was nowhere to be seen. The blanket of security that had enveloped you was gone just as suddenly and you began to tremble as the adrenaline burned out.

“Ma’am, we had a call about an assault.” The officer said as she got out and noticed your shivering, her hand signalling to her partner to get out. “Are you alright?”

You pointed a shaky finger at the man trying to pull himself up from the ground, but from the veins popping from his forehead he wouldn’t be getting away. “He tried to…”

You didn’t have to finish the sentence for the the policewoman to understand as she turned her fearsome glare to the man.

“It’s not like that.” He hissed as he cupped himself. “She’s my soulmate, I know she is, I just need to show her.”

The policeman looked down at his marked hand and closed it into a tight fist as he struggled not to punch the attacker. “You don’t deserve one. The mark is a gift, it has to be given you idiot, you can’t just go around forcing yourself on people. I’m sure when we run your prints we’ll find it’s not your first attempt at this sort of thing. Am I right?”

The man kept his lips tightly shut as a pair of handcuffs snapped around his wrists and he was roughly pulled from the ground.

“Here’s my card, come down to the station in the morning so we can take your statement.” The policewoman said softly. “Do you have anyone who can come and get you?”

“No, but I just live around the corner.” You said as you took her card and slipped it into the pocket of your apron you still wore.

“If you’re gonna walk ‘round here at night I’d suggest pepper spray.” The officer said as the car door closed behind your attacker. “Can’t be too careful, seems to be a lot of people who can’t wait to meet their soulmates, it drives them insane.”

You nodded at the truth. There were some people that burned through sexual partners, hoping that they would meet their destiny by playing the numbers game. There were some who believed that the mark would come if they took the time to get to know their would-be partner, thinking a genuine connection would make the mark appear when they finally make love. Then there were your kind, it was a mixture of both where you didn’t wait to fall in love before having sex but you also didn’t have sex with someone you had no attraction or spark with. You did not want to find yourself marked to someone you didn’t have any similarities with.

You stood under the streetlight as the police car disappeared down the street, not moving towards your apartment block until the red taillights were completely gone.

“Want some company?” You jumped as your shot nerves jerked your body around and you clutched your chest as you saw Steve step out of the darkness of the alley. “Sorry, I would’ve called your name but you didn’t tell me it.”

“Jesus Christ.” You cursed as your heart raced a mile a minute.

“Pretty sure it’s not that.” He teased, his attempt at humour calming your nerves quicker than you thought could be possible after your evening.

“And the dad joke of the year goes to…”

His smile sent butterflies flapping in your tummy and you couldn’t breath as he stepped closer until the light of the street lamp.

“It’s y/n.”

His smiled grew as he absorbed the name and committed it to memory. “Well, y/n, would you be comfortable with me walking you home?”

Your head was already nodding and you swore a bolt of lightning jolted your senses as he held out his elbow and you looped your arm through. From the widening of his eyes and the stumble of his step, you were sure he felt it too. Your body felt like static, every second that you were touching it was increasing and you didn’t know how the hairs on your body weren’t standing upright from the electricity.

“Do you want to come in?” You asked as the elevator to your floor opened and you pulled your key from your apron.

His answer was almost out before you have finished your question and it only made you smile more as you unlocked the door.

“Steve?” You pressed your back to the door after closing it behind you and played with the bow of your apron. “I hope I’m not too forward but am I crazy to think there’s something between us?”

Steve turned and saw your hesitation, an ache in his chest as he felt the need to reassure you. “You’re not crazy.”

Your mouth went dry as he stepped closer and you licked your lips to moisten them. “Do you want to kiss me?”

His answer came in the form of his touch. His lips were soft and supple while his beard tickled your skin. His hands pulled your hips towards his before snaking around your body and you threw your arms around his neck as the kiss deepened with his tongue caressing yours.

Steve pulled away first with his irises swallowed by his dilated pupils and his hair a mess from your fingers combing through them. “We shouldn’t do this tonight, not after what you have been through.”

“That is exactly why I need this, Steve.” You said as you held tighter to his body, feeling his erection straining beneath his jeans. “I don’t want to go to bed remembering his hands on me. Chase away his touch, please.”

His eyes searched yours and time felt suspended as you watched his internal monologue reflect in the emotional depths of his eyes. “You let me know the second you feel uncomfortable, alright?”

You nodded eagerly as he looked around your apartment and spotted the open door to your bedroom. His hands trailed down your back until they spread across your ass and he lifted your feet off the ground. You held his shoulders in a death grip as your legs locked around his waist and you both moaned at the friction of your core pressing against his cock.

Steve laid you gently across your bed before stepping back to pull his shirt over his head and you propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched his muscles ripple with every movement.

“Holy shit.” You sighed longingly at the delicious v shape of muscle that disappeared into his waistband. “I wanna taste you so bad.”

His chuckle rolled over your skin like silk and he unbuckled his belt, leaving his jeans hanging open before deciding to undress you first. You were more than happy to have the restrictive clothing gone and his heated stare set fire to your skin as he drank in the sight of you laid bare for him.

“I wanna taste you so bad.” He moaned as he settled between your legs and blew cool air across your clit. “Can I?”

“Oh god yes, please, Steve.” You begged as you looked at his eyes watching your from above your mound.

His smile disappeared below your line of sight and your head tipped back as his lips sealed over your clit and sucked. Your fingers laced into his hair as you rolled your hips against his face, his beard tickling the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Your moans were quickly filling the small room and when he lowered his kiss to your slick folds you saw stars. His lapped at the juices flowing, pushing inside as he fucked you with his tongue until your legs trembled around his head, deafening him as they clenched over his ears with a cry of ecstasy.

Crawling up your body, you should have felt intimidated by his size domineering your person space but it had the opposite effect. You felt safe and secure between his beefy arms and his broad shoulders promised the strength to carry any burdens you might have. Reaching between your bodies as his lips shared the taste of your desire, you pushed his jeans over his hips and he kicked them off without breaking the kiss.

The weight of Steve’s cock hung heavy on your thigh and you felt his tip touch your dripping folds as he shifted closer. “Are you sure?”

Your palms pressed to his chest, feeling the beat of his heart hard against them and you nodded and slid them over his shoulders while your legs locked around his hips. “I’m sure.”

Steve bit his lip as he fought the urge to slam himself home when his head slipped through your slick entrance. His cock was already throbbing and his balls tight with the need of release but he counted to 10 as he eased himself in, one inch at a time.

Your lips were parted with the deep breaths you were taking and your nails dig into his back at how full you felt with him inside you. You could feel the tension in his body as he held back and you rolled your hips to get the movement you desperately needed.

“Please, Steve, you’re not going to break me.” You promised as he gave you long, slow, methodical strokes that teased you with the potential. “Fuck me hard.”

His hips bucked at the order and he caught himself before his hips crashed into yours and caused any bruises but it wasn’t enough for you. Your hands trailed down his back until you reached his firm ass, clenching with every thrust and you dug your nails into the tissue and pulled yourself up to meet him.

“Oh, shit, that’s it.” You moaned as he bottomed out in you, pushing against the deepest parts of you. “I can take it, Steve.”

His control was waning as he felt your walls fluttering around him and he let go just a little more, his strokes speeding up as he pushed your leg higher over his hip and moaned at how tight you were. “You feel so good sweetheart, so fucking good.”

You buried your face in his neck as his deep voice reverberated through your body and the aural stimulation tipped you over the edge, his name falling from your lips as you came around him. His rhythm faltered as your pussy clamped around his girth, the walls massaging his cock until he spent himself with guttural cry to the ceiling.

His body collapsed above and his elbows beside your body kept most of his weight from crushing you as he regained his breath. He chuckled and shivered as your hands drew lazy designs along his spine and you felt his smile against your neck. “That tickles.”

He slowly retreated from your body and fell heavily onto his back beside you, pulling you into his arms so your head rested on his hard shoulder. You looked at your hand resting on his defined abs and felt the ache of disappointment begin to spread in your chest. You had accidentally let hope fill you when you felt the spark but the proof was bare for you to see, no mark.

Steve could feel the change and he looked down to see you looking at your hand. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” You said with a weak smile. “I shouldn’t have expected anything, then you can’t be disappointed right.”

His high was quickly draining as he felt his own pain growing, the idea of going back to being alone a bitter pill to swallow. The pain in his chest began to radiate through his body and his back arched as the burn of a thousand needles pricked him. He couldn’t think through the sudden searing heat until he heard your scream in his ear and felt you writhing in your own world of pain.

“It hurts.” You whimpered as the pain flooded your veins and traveled across your body until it seemed to concentrate in your hands. “Make it stop.”

Steve wished he could take it away but he knew what was happening and that it would be over soon as he reached for your hands. His fingers entwined with yours and the invisible flames licked your skin and the mark appeared in swirls and lines as unique as a fingerprint. The burn dissipated as fast as it arrived and you sagged back onto Steve’s chest equally excited as you were exhausted.

“They’re beautiful.” You gushed as you looked at your joined hands.

“They are.” Steve agreed as he captured your lips, his body already stirring awake as the excitement of finding his soulmate renewed his strength. “I can’t believe, after all this time, I found you.”

You slipped your hand from his and traced the soft hairs below his bellybutton until you wrapped your fingers around his shaft, stroking him slowly as you shifted on the bed. “Me too, now I need to taste you, so bad.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x poc!reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers imagine #Steve Rogers smut

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crushedbyhyperbole · 1 year

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By the Sword

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Teacher Reader (non spec gender/race/size)

Summary: Steve visits your class, and it’s not just the kids who love him. (new relationship) ~ 1k words

Note: Written for @nekoannie-chan Annie’s 1K Kitties Writing Challenge. Using the prompt “live or die, make your choice”. Congrats Annie for hitting your 1k followers and for everything you do to support your fellow writers and the community as a whole. You’re awesome! And I hope you enjoy all of this sickening sweetness.

Warnings: Fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, heart-swelling wholesome goodness, bit of flirting, kissing, balloon weapon violence 🤣

The excited buzz that circled the special needs class of Meridian Middle School in Queens, was one that had never been seen before, and possibly never would be seen again. Eager grins and glistening eyes accompanied giggles and chatter from the children in your class as they stared in awe at America’s blue-eyed boy, dressed in his full Captain America uniform.

Steve Rogers - hero, idol, and epitome of all that was good in the world – stood at the front of your class with a circle of enraptured children at his feet as he recounted stories of the good deeds he had done. Of course, the death and destruction of fighting aliens and saving the universe was omitted, and Steve focused on the every-day little things that the children could relate to that made them heroes too.

“And my friend, Bucky, he was being bullied by some horrible people. And you know what we say to bullies…?”

“No thank you!” The class chorused together.

“That’s right! And he’s not being bullied anymore!”

“Yay!” The children cheered and some of them clapped.

Steve beamed at them, taking in each of their upturned faces before settling on you. His eyes gleamed in a different way when they met yours and your breath caught in your throat. This thing that had been growing between you both since you had met at a Make A Wish Foundation event, had been exciting but hadn’t progressed further than a few chaste kisses when parting after dates. Steve had offered to make an appearance for your class, possibly to curry favour, after you had told him that he was their absolute favourite Avenger. You couldn’t lie to yourself, you were certainly affected, seeing him here like this with your class.

One hour, that was all you would allow, and his time was up. Any longer and you would not be able to get them settled in time for going home to their families. With a wave and the promise that he would pick you up after school finished, he exited to thank you’s and whines, begging him to stay longer.

Everything was quiet now all the children had gone home. You tidied up and prepped your things for the following day. The squeak of protesting balloons echoed in your classroom as you followed the instructions of a YouTube video on how to make a balloon pikachu. You had been learning how to make a variety of things in order to enrich the experience of your class. Tomorrow was going to be the first day that you introduced them to your balloon models. You were confident, and pleased with the number of things you could make from memory, but the pikachu had eluded capture in your knowledge bank until now.

You inflated another balloon and tied off the end when a soft knock on the door frame distracted you. Steve stood in the doorway, leant against the frame with his arms crossed over his broad chest. He had changed out of his uniform and into slacks and a shirt. His soft expression turned to amusement as he took you in, surrounded by your creations.

“Building an army?” He chuckled.

“Something like that,” you looked around at the colourful animals.

“They’re not going to win any victories,” he stepped across the threshold and moved towards you, “they don’t have any weapons.”

“Hey,” you stopped him, the tip of your inflated modelling balloon pointed at his heart, “don’t underestimate them, they’re fierce.”

He raised his hands in surrender, palms open at shoulder height. “I’m sure they are, but they could use a gun or two, or a sword maybe.”

“I can do swords.” You smirked.

“That’s not a sword.” He nodded to the straight balloon you had pointed at him.

Quickly, you twisted a small loop and a series of five one inch bubbles, and fed the rest through the loop. Running your hand along the length, you left it with a slight curve and brandished your new pirate cutlass at him with flair.

“No, but this is.”

He dropped his hands with a smile and stepped forward as if the charade was over.

“One more step and I’ll run you through,” you tapped him on the chest with your sword.

“More evil people than you have tried.”

“Pride before the fall?”

“Are you willing to risk it?” He asked playfully, “Once I get my hands on you, you’ll be helpless.”

“It’s your choice, Rogers.”

“It doesn’t look that sharp.” He smirked.

“Looks can be deceiving.”

“You’re telling me. I thought you were a sweet and kind school teacher, but now I see you’re an evil genius.” He deadpanned, and you had to stifle your chuckle.

A dramatic pause, where you made your face stern and extended your arm, your sword pointed at his heart again.

“Live or die,” you said with theatrical gravity, “make your choice.”

Without hesitation he stepped forward. The balloon bowed under the pressure against his chest and he kept moving until it squeaked and lopped to the side. He took your sword hand and fed it under his arm, around his waist, and slid his free hand up to cup your face, his lips mere inches from yours. He paused.

“Threats of death. Unbeatable odds. An evil genius to conquer… You certainly know how to get my heart racing.”

“You think I’m conquerable?” You breathed, eyelids fluttering under the weight of desire.

“God, I hope so.” He murmured, eyes closing before the kiss.

His lips were soft yet firm, and his tongue was unyielding like the rest of him. It wasn’t your first kiss, but the chasteness of previous kisses dissolved in the heat between you.

The pirate sword floated softly to the floor. His metaphoric sacrifice quickened your heart. He would throw himself on swords for you; it was how he showed his love. And as you coiled yourself around him, lips locked and hungry, you thought that maybe Steve Rogers could be your happily ever after.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x reader fluff #annie's 1k kitties writing challenge #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x poc!reader #steve rogers x gender neutral reader #steve rogers fic #cloudy's writing

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wanderlustpeach · 2 years

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MASTERLIST;

— a collection of stories written by yours truly ;)

[steve rogers masterpost]

→ one last kiss;

synopsis: in which Steve gives you one last kiss.

→ meant to be; pt 2

synopsis: Who said revenge wasn't sweet.

→ ghost of you;

synopsis: he was nothing be the ghost, a shell of a man he once was. it was a cruel joke. Steve was nothing but small fragments of the man she left behind.

[bucky barnes masterpost]

→ meant to be;

synopsis: some people are meant to be, some aren't. there's never in-between.

→ meant to be; part 2

synopsis: Who said revenge wasn't sweet.

[tony stark masterpost]

→ sugar baby;

synopsis: the team loved to label you, as the greedy sugar baby that's lived of the one and only Tony Stark’s pockets.

[wanda maximoff masterpost]

→ little red;

synopsis: shame. nothing but shame to be in love with a women how couldn't see you the same.

→ for love;

synopsis; she was your world, you were her girl.

[matt murdock masterpost]

→ not her;

synopsis: maybe it was for the better, to be left alone in a world which was never designed for you.

→ broken dreams;

synopsis: there always be a fine line between love and hate.

[frank castle masterpost]

→ i’m worth it;

synopsis: all you wanted was him, why was that so hard for frank to understand. What was it? was it the age difference or was it because he couldn’t see you nothing more then just a kid. compared to him.

[billy russo masterpost]

→ counting stars;

synopsis: who didn’t love older guys, you know you did. glady even if it came of the disapproval of your mother’s.

| masterlist |

[tasm! peter parker masterpost]

→ second best;

synopsis: being second best is something, you truly came accustomed to while dating peter parker.

#bucky barnes angst #bucky barns x reader #steve rogers angst #poc!reader #steve rogers x reader #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock angst #daredevil x reader #matt murdock x y/n #grant ward x reader #frank castle angst #frank castle x reader #tasm peter parker x you #tasm peter parker x reader #tony stark x you #tony stark series #tony stark x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #SoundCloud

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missacidburn928 · 5 months

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Oh, look. More dialogue...

"Well, well, well. What have we here?"

"Fuck"

"Mm. Now that's not very nice to say. You're not very easy to catch in the act you know."

"If I knew you were going to be home by lunch I wouldn't have even bothered getting off on my own."

"Don't stop on my account. I'm rather enjoying the show. It's giving me some mighty fine images to playback while I make use of our magical shower head."

"You'd deny taking on ride on this right now?"

"I just assumed it was of party of 1. I wasn't invited after all."

"It's always an open invitation for you baby girl. Now are you gonna bring that fine ass over here and sit on your rightful throne? Or am I going to have come over there, rip those clothes off, bend you over and fuck that brat attitude out of you so I can get my sweet woman back?"

"Choices. Choices"

#poc reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #captain syverson x reader #jax teller x reader #august walker x reader #walter marshall x reader #ari levinson x reader #thor x reader

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flordeamatista · 1 year

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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

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itsprashimusic · 2 years

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I’ll be strong for you

Pairing - Steve Rogers x desi!wife!reader

Summary - Sometimes superheros need someone else to lean on instead of being others’ support beam. In Steve’s case, that someone is his wife.

Warnings - desi reader and references, some hindi is spoken but i have put the english translations in brackets next to them, let me know if i made any errors cause its 3 am and i don’t have the stamina to proofread

Word Count - 650

Part 2

masterlist is pinned

Your paayals (anklets) made a soft jingle every time your foot made contact with the ground. But it couldn’t be heard over the loud thuds your foot made while you were running towards the front door.

Your husband had been out on a mission for over a month. Normally you were used to his week long missions and the ones even longer than that. But this was the first time he had been gone for a mission that lasted longer than 4 weeks.

It was late at night, dark enough to prompt you to turn on a ceiling light in the living room. The soft yellow light illuminated the room giving it a very homely look. After checking through the peephole that it was infact him behind it did you make a move to open the door (steve wanted you to keep this habit if you were home alone).

No sooner had you opened it, you had been engulfed in a bone shattering hug. Steve didn’t ever seem bothered by the fact that you both were still standing at the door. Realising it you walked backwards into your living room while still hugging him somehow managing to close the door aswell.

He pulled back to look at you, relishing your features as if to remember them forever. He opened his mouth to say something but whatever was about to come out died before he had the chance. He held your face in both of his hands with such gentleness, his thumb sweeping over your cheek in a loving manner.

Your own hands held his wrists, your thumbs rubbing over the back of his hand. The soft yellow light did a great job of not just giving beautiful structure to Steve’s face but also of making the diamond that sat in the middle of your gold wedding band shine bright.

With his hands still cupping your face he pulled you in closer resting your foreheads before meeting your lips in a kiss. The kiss was sweet. But you could tell that he was holding back something. Deterring the thought from your mind you just focused on your significant other standing in front of you after not being there for 40 days. Steve pulled away, instantly hugging you again but this time letting his head fall in the crook of your neck. That was when you heard him say something for the first time, “I’ve missed you, so bad.”

“ हा�� राजा, जानती हूँ। ” (Yes dear, I know) you said closing your eyes and holding him even tighter, diminishing any possible remaining gaps between you both.

You didn’t notice when, but you started feeling your shoulder turn wet. The same place where your love had wedged his head in. This was a rare occurrence. Maybe something happened on the mission that caused it? Could be, since the last time he cried was when Tony died in the final fight at the Avengers Compound.

You tried asking him what happened, “What’s wrong, sweetheart? क्या तुम बता सकते हो what happened?” (can you tell what happened?). He said nothing only sobbing harder now. You narrowed it down to him just being exhausted and needing a break. So, you held him tight, both of you standing in the middle of the living room under the yellow light.

Sometimes, even those who save us need to break in order to be strong.

Bonus

“I’ve made some aloo parathas that you can eat later,” you said knowing its his favourite. And you said the right thing because just as you said it you felt him smile against your neck, his cries slowing down to hiccups. “You made them for me?” he said with a sheepish smile as he looked up from your shoulder, your hand rubbing circles on his back. You nodded. “Can we have them tomorrow as well?”

“ हर रोज और हमेशा के लिए। “ (everyday and forever).

A/N - I absolutely love this. let me know your feedback. likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated and let me know if you want to be tagged in anything I will be making a masterlist when i have a few more works under my belt.

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fakefiller · 1 year

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Our Little Secret.

Warnings — frat!bucky x reader, frat!steve x reader, kidnapping, mean!bucky, lots of degradation, protected sex bc they’re sluts??, crying during sex, threesome, mean-ish!reader, slapping, anal.

A/N — from the list of writing ideas from @kinanabinks <3 such a lovely writer

It was the biggest game of the year and you knew this. The rancid smell of the suit made your nostrils ache and stomach churn. ‘The extra credit will be worth it, they said’ you repeat to yourself as you put on the head of the otter suit, physically recoiling when the fur comes in contact with your face.

“I think it’s in here!” You hear a voice yell, more footsteps following behind it.

Panic sits in your gut but you decide not to react. Instead, you do your best to quickly – yet quietly – hide in the broom closet of the locker room. You stand bunched up behind the shelf that holds the mop bucket and broom, keeping your breaths to a minimum.

“Where the fuck could a mascot have gone?” The voice was right outside of the broom closet and you’re trying your absolute best not to move but your foot itches.

Your fucking foot itches.

You lean down to scratch the bottom of your shoe with the otter arm, failing terribly and slipping on a wet rag. “Fuck!” You yell, holding your knee in the fetal position.

The boys return to the door, twisting the knob, giving you no time to react to the intrusion. You wince and do your best to stand, preparing to charge at the group but as more appear you lose the faux confidence you once had. Adrenaline builds up in your veins and you rush them anyway, head butting one of them in the abs unsuccessfully. You fly back onto the ground with a soft scoff and the group laughs, almost offended you tried to take them on.

“Look at this fucking idiot.” The tall brunette laughs manically, resting his hand on his stomach.

“Buck, don’t be rude. Let’s just take him and go.” The taller blonde suggests, and it doesn’t register that they think you’re a guy.

“Yeah, yeah. Grab him, Steve. Me and the others’ll make sure the coast is clear.”

“Yes sir.” Steve reaches down to pick you up and you gasp at how easily he throws you over his shoulder.

All you remember is being put in the back of a white van and blacking out from how rough the brown-haired boy was driving. ‘College fucking sucks’ you think to yourself, rolling your eyes as you sit strapped to a chair in what looks like a basement. The room is dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a small window. Your head is spinning, various thoughts racing through your mind but the only one you’re sure of is that they can’t kill you. Their DNA is all over your school's locker room.

“Well, well, well. Let’s see who we have this year.” Bucky announces, beginning to undo the straps of the otter head.

“No way you fucking lames do this middle-school ass ritual every year.” You scoff, shaking your hair out of your face as he pulls off the helmet.

“Oh, shit.” Steve chuckles, swiping his hand over his face.

“We fucked up.” Bucky rubs his temples, a look of fear taking over his expression.

“No shit! It’s been guys every year, why choose a girl now?” Steve questions.

“Can I go now..” You yawn, tossing your head back against the back of the wooden chair.

“Uh – yeah. Keep this between us? I need to start in the game tonight. There’s supposed to be NFL scouts there.” Bucky confesses and Steve stares at him with a ‘just let her go’ look.

“Our little secret.” You nod.

“I’m untying you now.” Steve expresses, approaching you with his hands up.

“Make it speedy, I have to re-do my hair because of you dickheads.” You sigh, flexing your wrist in the suit as he unties each of your limbs.

“There you go.” Steve huffs as he stands back up, taking a second to take in your beauty in the dimly lit room.

“I’ll call you an uber.” Bucky adds as he pulls out his phone, being as quick as possible.

“Do me a favor and stay off my campus.” You add, staying seated until he lets you know that your ride is here.

A week has passed since the Incident, leaving you somewhat shook but free from ever being in that awful suit again. That is, until you see them. Both of them.

You walk into your local cafe, prepared to order your usual until their faces come into your line of vision. The anger in your stomach festers. Thanks to them, you missed your date with Pietro before the game and you still feel horrible about it.

“Dude, I think that’s the chick we kidnapped.” Bucky whispers to Steve and he turns back, making direct eye contact with you.

You don’t miss the way the anger in your stomach falters when he looks you up and down, admiring the way your miniskirt sits on your hips.

“Next in line.” Kennedy calls out and waves you up.

“I didn’t know you worked today, Ken! I would’ve come up way sooner.” You leaned against the counter, giving your friend a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m about to go on break, meet outside in 10?” She smiles, handing you a bag with an unreleased cake pop in it.

“You know it, see you then.” You blow her kiss and inevitably feel the two large boys staring daggers into you.

“They did what?!” Kennedy gasps.

“Mhm. I won’t lie, I was petrified but I realized they’re just football players. Just because they go to the much richer school across from us didn’t mean shit to me.” You shrug, sipping on the iced caramel latte nursed in your hand.

“I wanna be you when I grow up. You had a group of super hot, super tall football players kidnapping you for fun! I can’t believe you didn’t fuck at least one of them.” She laughs, taking a drag from the dull cigarette.

“You’re just a shameless slut.” You scoff playfully, not fully against the proposition. “I had a date with Piet that I ended up missing but still, I couldn’t go out with another guy after getting trained. That’s fucked.”

“Maybe morally, but it’s not illegal. If I were you, I’d go find them and fuck them but that’s just me.” She shrugs, dropping the cigarette butt to the ground and stomping it out.

“Remind me why you’re in SAA again?”

“Oh fuck off.” Kennedy replies with a chuckle, pushing you up from your chair. “I’m being serious! Live life and have fun, we’re in college for fuckssake.”

“Fine, fine! I’ll go fuck two random college boys who tried to kidnap me because they thought I was a guy.” You’d be lying if the idea wasn’t exciting you.

“I want all the details after. Shit, just record it.” She gives you a wink and shoos you inside.

To your disbelief, they’re still sitting at the booth that was given to them 30 minutes ago. You swallow your anxiety and march over to them with your head held high and thighs almost clenching together. Without a word said you sit down next to the blonde who you somehow trust more than the brunette.

“I want you to fuck me. Both of you. At once.”

Bucky looks at Steve and Steve looks at Bucky with a concerned look, and you start to panic. Why would you listen to Kennedy?

“Your place or ours?” Bucky asks with his head resting on his knuckles.

“Yours. I don’t want anyone I know to see me with you.” You retort quickly, avoiding eye contact with either of them.

“So what are we waiting for, exactly?” Steve asks.

“Wait – ya’ll have condoms, right? I don’t wanna catch whatever you two might have.”

“If you’re so sure we’re useless fuckboys that might ‘have something’ why even fuck us, hm?” Bucky taunts.

“Just shut up and take me to your place.” You push yourself out of the booth and Steve follows your action, Bucky reciprocating it on the other side.

Not a single word was spoken when you were pushed against the door of their apartment, Steve fumbling with the keys and Bucky kissing you feverishly. You moan in unison as you stand on the tips of your toes to hold onto his face when the door swings open. Steve tosses the keys, stripping away his flannel and pulling you out of Bucky’s grasp. Bucky has no time to be mad, instead kicking the door closed with the back of his shoe. The door slams and you jump, sighing when Steve picks you up and tosses you onto his exposed shoulder.

Bucky follows behind like a lost dog, wasting no time on tearing away his shorts and boxers, fumbling through his dresser drawer for two condoms.

“Shouldn’t we warm her up first, Buck?” Steve asks, removing his shorts while you do the same with your skirt.

“Nah. She wants to act like a slut so we’ll fuck her like one. Cockhungry whores don’t get special treatments.” Bucky replies, each word hitting your core.

“Is that what you want? To be fucked like a senseless slut?” Steve moves his hand under your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. Before you can reply, you get distracted by the faint ‘schlick’ the condom makes while Bucky slides it onto his twitching cock. “Answer me.” He demands, gently slapping the skin of your cheek.

You moan at the sensation, a meek ‘yes’ floating in the silent room.

“She’s into that rough shit. I’ll make sure to ruin her good.” Bucky meant for it to be a silent thought to himself but you heard it, rolling your eyes back into your head.

“I need both of you at once, I can take it.” You utter, your voice smaller than you intended it to be.

“Shit, she’s insatiable. Hurry up, Ste. Can’t keep her waiting, can we?”

Steve nods and carefully rips open the Magnum, stroking his aching cock before stretching the rubber around it.

“You ready, sweet thing?” Steve asks, moving to position himself behind you while Bucky situates himself between your legs from the front.

“Mh–” You’re cut off by a quick intrusion, the words on your tongue morphing into a loud moan.

Bucky’s cock sinks into your tight cunt with ardor while Steve fills your ass to the brim. You’ve never felt so full. Thinking back to your conversation with Kennedy you feel for your phone and grab it from under the pillow, flipping to the camera on shaky hands.

“We good to move, baby?” Steve asks quietly between closed teeth.

You nod, allowing yourself to get used to the feel. Your eyes screw shut and you throw your head back, back arching up into the air to expose your tits to Bucky. Steve sighs as the tip of him envelops in the warmth of your tight hole. He presses himself a little deeper inside, slowly filling you up until you were sure you couldn't take anymore, and then you did. His pace moving inside of you was agony as he stretches you like a rubber band.

Bucky’s tip hit the wet spongy spot inside of you without trying, his thick length making it impossibly hard to feel anything but him. He let out a heavy breath, looking down at you with a focused stare. "You're so fucking tight for such a dumb slut." he told you, straining to control himself as you clench around him. You take it graciously, nothing but heavy breaths and shallow whines escaping from you as you stretch around him.

Your lips form to say something, but the words die on your tongue as Steve slowly moves to pull out of you. He stops at the tip before pushing back inside, not quite fully seated back inside of you as he builds a steady pace. It was slow and gentle enough to make you feel like crying.

You were speechless, breathless, as you relish in the burn. You bury your face in the pillow next to your head, dropping your phone to grip them tightly as your fingers let you. When Steve pulled out to the tip again, he pressed one hand to your lower belly before he thrust into you.

The scream you let out was otherworldly when Steve and Bucky began to thrust in unison. Your core was lit aflame, clit throbbing painfully. It’s almost as if Steve could sense it, the way he maneuvered his hand down to play with the sensitive bundle of nerves. Bucky whimpered when you clenched around him, almost suffocating his cock. They watched with dark eyes as you struggled to take them at once like you promised you could.

Bucky takes Steve’s place and settles his hand on your stomach, feeling himself inside of you while he thrusts, the feeling of your body trying to take all of him making him impossibly harder. Steve was rutting himself into you from behind, watching the way your hole took everything it could get.

“Fuck, baby, you’re taking us so well. You were made for us – fuck – weren’t you?” Bucky praises, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

You whimper in response, words falling flat no matter how hard you try to push them out. His cock drags in and out of you in the most delicious way, gathering a feeling of ecstasy you could never reach without him. He was so thick, so big, he was perfect. He whimpered into your ear as Steve relentlessly fucked into you, his face inches from your own. He practically growled into your ear, voice dripping with pleasure as he spoke. "Gonna fucking ruin you, needy fucking slut.”

Tears were gathering in the corner of your eyes as you raised your hand before your head to hold onto Steve’s tousled hair, gripping his locks as you tugged on them. You spoke through the haze of senseless euphoria, shaking your head. "Don't want anyone else. Want you, only you two."

When the tight coil of your orgasm became sharper you knew you couldn’t last. How could you when you have the two hottest men you’ve ever seen plowing into you at the same time? Your mind was blank, words escaping you. All you could make out was a faint ‘m gonna cum’ before the dam burst, your body convulsing as you ride out your high on the sensation of their cocks driving into you with no end in sight.

You held onto Bucky like he would slip away at a moment's notice as he continued to fuck into you. You thrashed and moaned as tears of pleasure stream down your cheeks.

“ShitShitShit, I’m gonna-” Steve didn't get to finish the word, interrupted by a shout as he finally came. His hips stuttered and your bodies pressed closely together as he came as deeply inside of the condom as he could. “F..Fuck, sweetheart!” Bucky followed right after, allowing the mind-numbing, vision-dulling pleasure to take over his body while he spilt his seed into the protective rubber. You were so tiny underneath them as each one huffed and moaned on top of you.

You blacked out for a second, coming back down to reality when Steve's sloppy kisses peppered the skin on your naked shoulder. All three of you had to catch your breaths, too wrapped up in the other to worry about anything but getting your breathing even before you blacked out. You stayed like that for a moment, basking in the feeling of each thick cock filling you up.

“Holy, fucking, shit.” Steve breathes out, slowly pulling himself out of your ass.

“I know, right?” Bucky huffs, reciprocating Steve’s action, removing himself from your puffy cunt.

“Can I… spend the night?” You request with a sigh, sitting up to end the video on your phone.

“You can stay the month if you want to, baby. Our little secret, right?” Bucky asks, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead while Steve cleans up.

“Our little secret.”

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Don't care if it sounds cold. It is, what it is.

Bucky x POC!Reader, Ex!Steve x POC!Reader

Wordcount: 1394

Summary:

Steve returns 3 years after he left for the past. Wanting the life he had with you before back without consequence. Too bad you’ve moved on with someone he least expected.

Warnings:

Angst and Feels, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers Feels, Hurt Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes Feels, Protective Bucky Barnes, Exes, Sad and Sweet, Sweet Bucky Barnes, Moving On, Lovers to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Abandonment, Domestic Avengers

Notes:

Hello Heathens! Woke up feeling angsty, with a mighty need to finish this dialogue heavy drabble I started last week. Happy reading!

You’re preparing lunch in your modest kitchen, singing and dancing along to the music flowing from your bluetooth speaker, when there’s a knock on the door. Knowing Bucky can easily hear it and you're currently preoccupied you leave him the task of answering it. You listen to the door opening and murmurs of speech for a couple moments before it closes again and two sets of footsteps can be heard heading your way.

“Sam, what have I told you about at least texting before you come over.” You look up from the island, expecting to find a grinning Falcon before you but are caught off guard by the imposing form standing under the archway. “Steven?”

“Hey, doll.” He takes a step forward as you close your eyes, shaking your head to relieve you from the vivid hallucination that is taking up space in your home. It isn’t until Bucky places his cool metal hand on top of yours, giving it a squeeze, that you dare to open them again.

“What are you doing here? And most importantly why ? You went after your happily ever after. You shouldn't be here.” You blurt out, disbelief showing on your face. Bucky without hesitation makes his way to your side of the island, showing his support and making sure to be within arms reach if you need him.

“It wasn’t quite as happy as I imagined it would be.” You watch his adams apple bob as he swallows. “All I wanted for so long was to have a do over with Peggy. So the first chance I had to fulfill that dream, I took it.” He places his hands on the island. “It was good at the beginning, but I couldn’t get you out of my head.” He locks eyes with you. “We barely spent any time together after a while. She was always working. Trying to better the world, leaving me alone with my memories of you. I found myself seeking out pieces of you in her. They always fell short. No one loved me like you. I wanted that back. So I decided I needed to come home.”

You take a deep breath to calm yourself, tears brimming your eyes as you hand Steve a dose of painful truths. "What we had was special Steven. I'll admit that. But it wasn't enough for you. I wasnt enough for you. Your head was always full of the what ifs. Your heart was never fully mine to begin with. I thought that as time went on, that my portion was growing in size. How wrong was I to believe such things.” A lone tear falls from your eyes.

“I'm a firm believer of actions speaking louder than words. You leaving me behind for a chance with her that day was all the reality I needed. It broke me. You broke me. Honestly if it weren't for Bucky, Sam and Clint’s family I don’t think I would have had the will to endure all that pain. I wanted the ground to swallow me up. I wanted to not exist so I wouldn't have to feel the pain of being abandoned for a ghost of your past. I was real, Steve. I was there. I gave you the pieces of me I hadn't shared with anyone else before and you took all of that for granted. And now you're back and expect that love to still remain intact.”

Your heartache seeps through your words, coating it in poisonous barbs, to protect what remains of the vulnerable organ. Bucky, your lover and loyal protector, moves in closer, wrapping his flesh arm around your waist, grounding you. “You have got to be kidding me. Even if I wasnt with Bucky, I wouldn’t take you back. Not after 3 years and having to rebuild myself. My standards have changed and you don’t meet them anymore.”

It’s as if your words delivered a swift punch to the gut for him as he lashes out with vitriol lacing his tongue. “And he does? My best friend. I always knew you had feelings for her. You couldn't wait to swoop in as soon as I was gone could you.” He has a white knuckle grip on the marble as he stares down the man he’s always trusted with his life.

Bucky just nods his head in disbelief as he replies. “I'm the bad guy, Steve, really?” He pulls you in closer to his side, done with the niceties. “If you must know. We didn't even broach anything near romantic until almost a year after you left us BOTH behind.”

He clenches his jaw as he gets that possessive glint in his eyes and you know he’s not going to hold back. “When it finally happened, a natural progression if you will, there was no turning back. She became mine, as I became hers. It was fucking magical. She always came for me. On my fingers. On my tongue. Clamped tight around my cock like a vice. Squeezing the life out of me.” He husks, ghosting his metal fingers across your collarbone. “I helped her forget about the pain you caused when you left her behind for the past. I gave her an outlet for that agony. We sank into the darkness of our loneliness together. Don’t tell me that didnt mean something. Don’t be that daft Rogers. Our love for each other is bone deep.”

Steve stares at the both of you, a loss for words.

“Mama” comes over the monitor sitting behind you on the counter. You turn to see your daughter standing in her crib having woken from her nap. She continues on trying to get your attention, “Mama”, “Dada” the only words you can make out from the babble.

“I’ll get her.” Bucky kisses your temple and proceeds down the hall.

“You have a baby?” Steve chokes. “How old?”

“She’s 15 months old.” You state.

“So, she’s not mine.” He whispers out.

“Not a chance pal. She’s all mine.” Bucky beams as he walks back into the kitchen, your daughter Amara on his hip.

“You never wanted kids with me Steve. Certainly not towards the end. Why would you think she was yours?” You ask.

“Wishful thinking I guess.” He looks over at the sweet cherub face cuddling up against her fathers chest. “She’s beautiful.”

“Bug, want to say hello?” Bucky asks his daughter, a hand running up and down her back.

The toddler eyes Steve and squeaks out a “Hi.”

“Hello sweetness. You look just like your Mama, but with your Dada’s eyes. Such a lucky girl.” You watch as his shoulders slump. “I screwed up royally. I acted before thinking, once again, and look at what it cost me. Everything I ever really wanted was always right here with you and now I’m going to have to watch it from the sidelines instead of being the one to share them with you.” A lone tear rolls down his cheek.

He wipes it away. “I know it’s not much, especially now. But for what it’s worth, I’m Sorry. Truly and deeply.”

“I know you are Steve.” You reassure him.

“We both do.” Bucky adds.

“I don’t hold it against you, ya know.” You impart, placing a hand on his. “If you didn't put me through all of that pain I never would have ended up here, with a life I never could have dreamt of. It’s not perfect, but that’s the point. It works for us and we’re happy. This home is full of so much love and communication. I had to be knocked down to know what I really needed in life. The things I wouldn't settle for. The things I deserved. I hope you can find that one day Steve. I really do.”

“Thanks, doll. I’m pretty sure that ship has officially sailed for me though.” He straightens himself out, Captain persona put back in place.

You give Bucky a look as he places Amara in her highchair. You can’t leave Steve in this state. No matter the pain he caused all of you, there is still love in your heart for him. “Stevie, would you like to stay for lunch?”

“I know Bug would love to get to know her Uncle Stevie.” Bucky states.

You watch a small smile emerge on his face. “I would enjoy that very much.”

#poc reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #light angst #ex steve rogers

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