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toxophilitis · 2 months

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The Widow's Horny Family

CHAPTER FOUR

If only what?

If only Susy’s parents weren’t so aloof, she thought. If only they relaxed and were more friendly. Buy they acted as if they thought they were better than others in the neighborhood. Not better, actually... they just didn’t seem to want anyone close to them.

It was a shame, Peggy thought, because both were good looking. But Peggy knew looks had nothing to do with a person’s sexual nature. A person did not have to be beautiful to be interested in fucking. In fact, she recalled a woman she and her husband had enjoyed. The woman wasn’t unattractive exactly, but she was certainly eager.

But she didn’t think this was the case with her next-door neighbors. She was almost certain they seldom fucked.

After she had dusted and straightened a few things, she went out into the back yard, pulling the hose out and setting the sprinkler going on the flower beds. She walked along the fence separating her yard from next door, looking at the flowers there. Glancing over the fence, she stopped in her tracks.

Susy’s mother was in the back yard, lying on a blanket.

Peggy would never have believed it.

The woman was on her stomach, her head resting on her folded arms, dozing in the sun. She also had on a bikini, one of the skimpiest bikinis Peggy had ever seen. In fact, she had not seen one like that in any store.

The woman was named Grace, a name that Peggy felt perfect for her. It was associated with old maids and people with a puritan outlook. But Grace looked anything but puritan now.

Peggy could see the cheeks of the woman’s ass and her long slim thighs. From what she could see, Grace apparently had nice-sized tits, too, from the bulge about her chest. The woman had rich dark hair, but it was usually up in a severe bun. Now it fanned about her head.

There was something appealing about the woman, Peggy realized, seeing her this way. She certainly didn’t look like the aloof, cool, detached female she had always seen before. For just a moment, Peggy considered calling out a greeting just to see Grace’s reaction, but decided that would be mean.

Grace lay with her feet toward Peggy, and Peggy looked at the curve of the woman’s ass, realizing that her ass swelled up very lovely.

From what she could see, Grace had creamy smooth flesh on her ass, and her thighs certainly looked beautiful. Grace shifted, and her legs parted. Peggy almost giggled when she found herself seeing the dark cunt hair swirling from the tight crotch of the bikini. She was sure Grace would die of shame if she knew someone was looking at her this way.

The sound of a door closing came to her, and she looked away from Grace. She saw the lovely girl come out of her house and skip to her mother. Peggy watched as Susy squatted at her mother’s side, saying something. Peggy saw the way Susy squatted, and gasped when she realized the crotch of Susy’s panties was fully exposed. She waited, thinking. Grace would certainly snap at her daughter, but it didn’t happen.

Susy stood up, smiling, and walked back into the house.

Strange behavior, she thought as she turned to go back into her own house. Perhaps those people next door weren’t as icy as she had been led to believe.

It was close to noon, and she wondered what to prepare for Donny’s lunch. He could have sandwiches, she thought as she opened the refrigerator, and a Coke.

As she fixed his lunch, she couldn’t get her mind off Grace, off that exquisite lovely body the woman tried hard to conceal. And of course Grace had to have noticed the way her daughter squatted. There was no way she could have missed seeing. Yet she had said nothing, in fact, had actually smiled at her daughter.

Very unusual...

Donny came in almost an hour later after she had fixed his lunch. The bread had dried out, and she had to prepare another.

“Mother, guess what?” he said excitedly.

She sat across from him, watching him eat. His eyes were bright, shining.

“I wouldn’t even try,” she smiled.

“I’m gonna fuck Susy!”

Peggy’s breath caught. “You’re going to what?”

“Susy said I could fuck her,” he said again. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, honey,” Peggy said. “Not a good idea at all.”

His face fell. “Aw, Mother... she told me I could.”

“Donny, I’m not trying to stop you from fucking some hot-ass, but Susy... well, think about it.”

It was obvious that he wanted to get his cock into that cunt. She understood his feelings, but her misgivings were strong. There must be some way to turn his desire from Susy, but she didn’t know what more to do. She had fucked him, sucked his cock, allowed him to feel anyplace on her body.

So what more could she do?

Looking at her downcast son, an idea began forming in her mind. There was no doubt that Donny would enjoy it. He would love anything, she knew.

“Honey, why don’t you spend an hour or so this afternoon with me?”

“Sure, Mother,” he said, brightening a bit. “You know I will. What do you have in mind?”

She gave him a lewd wink. “You’ll like it, I promise.”

They went into the living room, and Peggy slumped to the couch, her ass almost hanging over. She spread her knees and began fondling herself, rubbing her hand lightly up and down the crotch of her panties. She saw Donny’s eyes start to burn with desire, and the front of his shorts began to protrude with a lovely swelling hard-on.

“Take it out, darling,” she murmured with a husky voice. “Take your beautiful cock out and let Mother see it.”

Donny shoved aside his shorts and exposed his cock and balls. Peggy loved looking at her son’s cock so much, and, as she gazed at his prick with hot eyes, she slipped her panties off. Her son’s eyes turned glassy as he watched his mother moving her fingers about the thick cunt hair and puffy pink pussy lips of her fiery cunt. His cock throbbed and swelled into intense hardness, his prick head so deliciously lovely, his sweet balls below. Spreading the lips of her hairy cunt, Peggy rubbed at her swollen clit, then dipped her finger into her pussy. She watched her son with smoky eyes as she openly fingerfucked herself. Then she pulled her finger from her cunt, lifting it and letting her son see the moisture clinging to it. Then Peggy plunged her cunt-wet finger into her mouth and thrust it back and forth, sucking and licking the juice of her own pussy from it, making soft, mewling noises.

Her son was gripping his cock tightly, his fist jerking up and down as his excitement increased from what his mother was doing. Lifting her right leg, she bent it at the knee until it touched her tit. Shoving her hand beneath her creamy ass, she fucked a finger into her cunt once more, then a second finger entered the tightness of her asshole.

“Oh, wow!” Donny gurgled.

“Mmmmmm, feels good,” Peggy whispered throatily as she fucked a finger up her cunt and asshole. “I love it.”

He stood up and started toward her, still gripping his cock. Peggy lifted her other hand to stop him.

“Wait,” she said. “Take your shorts off!” Donny was halfway across the room. He stopped where he was, shoving his shorts down and stepping out of them. Peggy stated at her son, her eyes raking up and down his naked body. His cock stood firm, almost at a forty-five-degree angle to his stomach, his balls growing tight with eagerness. “Now come to Mother,” she moaned.

Donny approached, his eyes on her cunt. Peggy opened her blouse so her tits were exposed, her nipples very hard. Pulling her skirt to her waist, she scooted her ass farther yet to the edge of the cushion. The round cheeks of her ass writhed slightly as she shoved her legs wide, her pussy hair framing her pulsating cunt beautifully. “Honey, wouldn’t you like to give Mother’s cunt a kiss? YOU haven’t even kissed my pussy, baby. Kiss it for me. Kiss my hot cunt, darling!”

Donny did not hesitate. She was elated as her son dropped to his knees without so much as a sound. He ran his hands along her creamy thighs, about her hips. He stroked the thick hair of his mother’s pussy, then her puffy cunt lips with his fingertip. He stared at her inflamed clit, and Peggy placed her hand on his head, urging his face between her thighs.

Her son’s lips touched the wetness of her cunt, and Peggy whimpered with bubbling pleasure. She lifted her ass and wiggled her crotch into her son’s face. Donny ran his hands behind her hips, curling his fingers about those firm, luscious ass cheeks of his mother. His eyes bluing with excitement, he opened his mouth and pressed his lips against her seeping cunt, his tongue fluttering.

“Oooo, yes, yes!” Peggy wailed as her son’s tongue licked swiftly about her steaming clit. “Lick my cunt, Donny! Oh, I love to be tonguefucked!”

Her son’s tongue rapidly stabbed into her pussy, his hands holding her ass tight. Peggy squealed with intense delight as her son began fucking his tongue in and out of her fiery, wet pussy. She lifted her ass and began to make grinding motions into his face, her green eyes burning as she saw his nose buried into her thick cunt hair. She closed her hot, satiny thighs against his head as she writhed and tossed her crotch into his face.

Peggy, usually in a high state of arousal, became so inflamed with erotic ecstasy that her cunt was spasming about her son’s fucking tongue, the orgasms feeling like warm waves crashing upon her, but with growing power and force. The lips of her cunt flexed in convulsions about his tongue, the way her pussy did when a cock was fucking into her.

Peggy was gurgling hotly as her son fucked wildly into her boiling cunt, her moans incoherent but quite loud. She lifted her cunt and slammed her pussy into her son’s face, grinding furiously as she felt her orgasms growing more powerful, the shattering of them making her tits tighten and her body shake.

The sounds that came from her son’s buried mouth sent thrills racing up and down her spine. They told her of his enjoyment at eating her pussy. There was a gathering of forces in the pit of her stomach, and Peggy began to scream, the sound starting low but growing with intensity as her orgasms threatened to destroy her completely.

With a jerking motion, she banged her convulsing cunt harshly into her son’s face, grinding mindlessly. Donny kept his tongue slashing at his mother’s cunt, but as her orgasms still continued relentlessly, he closed his lips about her swollen, throbbing clit and sucked hard, his tongue beating rapidly against the sensitive tip.

Donny pulled his face from his mother’s hair-rimmed pussy only when her ass slumped. He sat back on his heels, his cock tearing up and dripping. His face was smeared with the slippery juices of his mother’s pussy, and he licked his tongue over his lips. His eyes shined happily, as if he had just accomplished something no one else ever had.

Peggy sat forward, gathering her son into her arms and hugging him tightly, his face against her naked tits. “Oh, you’re so sweet to me, baby!” she cooed. “That was wonderful! My God... you sucked my cunt as if you’ve been doing it for years! You haven’t been holding out on me, have you?”

“I’ve never did that before, Mother,” he said.

“You were like a kid with candy for the first time in years.” She smiled at him. “You must have enjoyed it.”

“I loved it, Mother! Your cunt tastes good! I wonder if Susy’s pussy tastes as good.”

Peggy knew she had failed in getting his mind off the girl. There just had to be some way, some way to divert his erotic desire away from Susy.

“Sit on the couch, darling,” she said in a husky voice. “After that tongue fucking you gave me, you deserve something nice in return.”

With his cock about to burst, Donny quickly sat on the couch. Peggy scooted to the floor, sitting at his feet. She shoved his knees apart and began stroking his hard cock and fondling his balls, using both her hands. Donny moved his ass forward as his mother had done, anticipating her hot, wet mouth on his cock.

Peggy kissed the inside of her son’s thighs with her hot lips, her green eyes blazing up at his cock wrapped in her fist. Shoving her tongue out, she licked his thighs, going from one to the other, licking the sensitive inner portions, circling her tongue close to his balls. She shoved her tongue far out, then began to bounce his balls up and down, her fist keeping up the slow jacking motions of his throbbing cock.

Finally she began to circle his balls with the tip of her tongue. She traced about his balls and the base of her son’s cock, making soft whimpering sounds of pleasure. Sliding her tongue down again, she shoved it beneath her son’s balls and opened her mouth as wide as she could.

Taking Donny’s balls into her mouth, she sucked at them gently, running her tongue about the wrinkled flesh. After a bit, she let his balls fall away and ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, flicking it over the smooth head of his prick. At the piss hole she tapped her tongue against it, tasting the seeping fuck juices that bubbled up. Peggy ran her tongue all about his swollen cockhead, then took his prick into her mouth. With her hair swirling, she began to suck up and down her son’s cock, taking his prick deep.

Donny’s eyes were fiery as they stared down at his mother’s cock-filled mouth, his hips pumping to meet the down thrust of her devouring lips. Peggy gurgled with ecstasy, loving the hardness of her son’s cock between her hot, tight, slippery lips. She loved the way his prick brushed at her throat when she sucked deep, loved the smoothness of his cock head as her tongue swirled and lapped. Best of all, she loved the taste of his dripping fuck juices against her tongue.

When she pulled her stretched lips from his cock, Donny grunted a protest. “I was gonna come, Mother!”

“I know, lover,” she said softly. “But don’t worry, you’ll come... and it’s going to be fantastic!”

She lifted his knees and shoved them against his chest. “Hold your knees there, baby,” she said.

With Donny holding his knees, Peggy stared into his crotch. His balls were beautiful, his cock throbbing. The cheeks of his ass parted, and the pucker of his asshole was in view. Shoving her face down, Peggy began to run her tongue about the cheeks of her son’s ass. He grunted with surprise, but his eyes flashed with pleasure.

Peggy licked the cheeks of his ass, then she fluttered the tip of her tongue deep, scraping across her son’s asshole. Opening her lips, she pressed them tightly against his ass. With a sucking motion, she plunged her tongue into her son’s asshole quickly. Donny gasped, but he held his knees tightly against his chest. Peggy, her tongue fucking into his tight asshole, his balls pressed against her nose, gripped his cock and began jacking his prick with a wild flurry of motion. Plunging her tongue deep into his asshole, she could just barely peek past his cock and watch his face. Her son’s eyes blazed with erotic ecstasy as he lifted his ass against her face. When Donny began a rocking motion, Peggy pulled her tongue out of his puckered tightness, up over his balls, to the base of his cock, then down again.

Once more she thrust her tongue into his asshole, fucking with intense delight. She felt his cock throbbing harder in her tight fist, and her green eyes watched his swollen prick head closely. His cock was dripping more and more, and his prick head was seemingly growing larger.

Peggy’s tongue fucked deep into her son’s asshole. She felt his asshole flexing around her tongue as her lips sucked. She anticipated his pleasure, eagerly watching for him to start coming. Her fist gripped his cock hard at the base, squeezing and no longer jerking up and down.

She heard him grunt.

Quickly, her tongue pulled from his tight asshole and she raced it against his balls. Her gaze was still on the head of his cock as the first gush of come juice erupted. The white glob of come juice flew almost half a foot into the air. With a loud squeal, Peggy lifted her head quickly and, just as the spurt of come juice fell to his stomach, closed her lips about the head of his cock in time to catch the other spurts. The thick, creamy sweetness of his come juice coated her tongue, making her eyes roll with ecstasy. Each squirt of his come juice splashed against her cheeks, and she began to swallow with a greedy, liquid sound.

Peggy clung to her son’s cock as he came.

Her lips were wrapped about the head, her fist still tight at the base. Her mouth filled time and again, sending sparks of ecstasy between her thighs. She wailed around his cock as a shattering orgasm burst within her cunt.

Falling forward, Peggy still had her son’s cock inside her mouth as the small pool of come juice on his stomach smeared her cheek. She could hear her son gasping, and her own breaths came in choking pants.

Releasing her son’s cock, she sat back on the floor, his come juices glistening on her cheek. Slowly her son reined, his feet back on the floor.

“Well, how was that?” she asked.

“You sure know how to drain a guy, Mother,” he panted.

“Of course I do,” she laughed. “That’s because I love to suck cock, and I have this deliciously dirty mind... just like you, you horny shit!” She slapped him playfully on the hip. “That should cool your balls for a while.”

But as her son pulled his jogging shorts back on, she knew very well it wouldn’t cool him off. Her son, she knew could not go long without more pussy. He was as insatiable as she was now that they had started this. The problem was that Donny, she knew, wanted to fuck Susy. She knew that no matter what she did for him, he was soon going to get his hands into the girl’s panties, and his cock inside her sugary cunt.

She watched him leave the house, knowing very well that he was going to be with Susy ma short time. Getting to her feet, pulling her panties up, she wandered into her bedroom for a shower.

There was a feeling of apprehension growing within her about Donny’s desire for Susy. She didn’t feel any fear, strangely enough, but a sort of tension of some impending incident. She ate dinner alone, wondering where Donny was.

He had never been so late before. She wasn’t really worried because, despite his manner, he seldom gave her cause to be concerned. But when he still had not come home by ten that evening, she began to worry.

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stars-before-sunrise · 10 months

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(HCs) When they hurt your feelings

joel miller, miguel o'hara, steven grant, steve rogers, loki

reader is: female

warnings: cursing. some more comedic, some more angsty. references to friends the tv show.

a/n: I think Joel, Miguel, and the Moon Knight boys will forever be included in my hcs lol

Joel Miller

You were already glaring at him before, now you looked like you wanted to boil him alive. "You know that's not what I meant." Joel tried to reason. He had just called you high maintenance, and you were beyond offended. So you asked him to get you flowers sometimes, or show a little affection when you're in front of friends -- were those too much to ask? "I think you meant exactly what you said." You sneered. Joel knew he fucked up. He waited a beat and took a deep breath before approaching you, caressing both his hands on your crossed ones. The moves one would make when trying to calm the other person. "I'm sorry, sweetheart." He apologized. "Look, yes, you might be slightly higher maintenance, but.. you know what? I'd do anything you want. Because I like maintainin' ya." You gave him a look of disbelief. "Really Joel? You tweaked a line from FRIENDS?" "Darn. I thought that would work."

Miguel O'Hara

"Hermosa, I-" Miguel felt immense guilt when you refused to let him touch you. You'd failed on missions before, but it was never as bad as this. You knew you could've done better, but you didn't expect Miguel to scold you like he did. He looked at you with so much disappointment in his eyes, and then he turned his back on you. He only realized that he was probably overreacting when you just said 'sorry' and nothing else. Not even trying to defend yourself. Tears were threatening to fall from your eyes, and then it was your turn to turn your back. But before you could actually leave, Miguel stopped you and hugged you from behind. He's a lot taller and stronger than you. There was no point in fighting back. "Lo siento, amor." He whispered. "I shouldn't have said those things to you." You sighed, leaning into his embrace. How could you ever stay mad at this man?

Steven Grant

Layla, Layla, Layla. That's all he ever talked about. Layla this, Layla that. It wasn't until you said "why don't you date Layla instead then" in one of your arguments that Steven muttered, "Believe me, I would if I could." Instant regret. "No, no, no, that's not- I didn't-" You were already grabbing your things and on your way out. Even Jake and Marc knew Steven made a huge mistake -- and they thought he'd be invincible against you. Steven was the golden boy, the boy who could do no wrong. But now since Layla appeared, it seemed like the only person he wanted to impress was her. "Whew, you think there's a chance she might forgive him for that one?" Marc asked Jake knowing Steven could listen. "Ay no." Jake shook his head. "There's no saving yourself from that one. He's doomed." Steven glared at them both and chased after you.

Steve Rogers

He mentioned Peggy while he was out cold after a mission. A few times. How were you supposed to compete with that? A love story that lasted over 70 years. What were you even doing falling in love with Steve Rogers anyway? You stayed by his side until the moment he woke up. You didn't know how to face him. So you avoided him while he was being treated in the hospital, but couldn't anymore when he was finally discharged. "Are you done avoiding me?" Your jaw clenched when you saw Steve waiting by your apartment. You could only ignore him. "Sam told me what happened." He pushed himself off your door and walked towards you. "Doll, she's.. Peggy's gone. You're the only one I want. You know that." You sighed. "Steve, Tony created a time machine. You went back and you saw her. Can you honestly look me in the eye and tell me you don't think about going back there now and staying with her?" He stayed silent. And that was the only answer you needed.

Loki

"Oh, must you cry ALL the time??" Loki yelled, clearly frustrated that you're on the bed, crying over a movie you've never watched before. It only made you cry more. Loki sighed and pulled you into his arms. Maybe you weren't one for tough love. He caressed your hair and smiled when your sobs finally turned into sniffles. "There, there." He comforted you. "You've only got Beth's death left." "WHAT?!" Loki sensed that he might have made a mistake in telling you that bit of information. "Beth dies???" You choked, "No- Now I don't want to watch it anymore! Why would you tell me that???" He was speechless. He could only hold you again and hand you tissues. Why did he tell you that?

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jpitha · 6 months

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You can have a little lye as a treat

“I want to make Maya her favorite food, can you help?” Limmie looks over the table in the canteen at Peggy, the only other human she knows here.

“Uh, maybe Lim, what’s her favorite food? Also, you know that most human foods…”’

“Are toxic to me, yes I know. This one doesn’t seem to bad though? It’s mostly wheat. I can eat wheat, though I shouldn’t eat too much. It’s just wheat and water, some sugar, yeast and salt.”

Peggy thinks a moment. “Some kind of bread?”

Limmie’s nod is so vigorous her ears flutter. “Yeah, something called a pretzel”

“So… that’s not all that’s involved in pretzels.” Peggy stands. “But, I think we can work something out. Come on, let’s sign out a kitchenette.”

A few days later, Limmie comes to the kitchenette that Peggy signed out. They get it for a whole day, which surprised Limmie. “It’s just bread right? Why do we need it for a whole day?”

“Well, we have to give time for the yeast to work.” Peggy is wearing an apron that says “Let’s Get Baked!” And has a cartoon of a bread loaf with bloodshot eyes. She’s getting bowls out and arranging things on the steel table in front of her. “Her favorite is German pretzels?”

“That’s right. She said that she misses them because only her Grandmother makes them right. She sounded so wistful.” Limmie washes her hands, and as she dries them, Peggy hands her a smaller apron. On the front is written “Made from Scratch!” And has a cartoon K’laxi showing their claws. Limmie looks at Peggy who is trying very hard not to laugh. She puts the apron on and flicks her ears in a grin.

Peggy spend the time showing Limmie what to do to make the dough, but she doesn’t do it. It’s for Limmie’s girlfriend, so she does the work. She mixes the flour and the water and the yeast and while is proofs, Peggy explains how the yeast works and what it’s doing. Limmie leans in close and smells the yeasty smell and is amazed that human foods can get this… complicated.

Soon enough the bread has risen and been punched down and shaped and… Peggy is putting on a large rubber apron, heavy gloves and a face shield. Limmie stands back “Uh, Peggy, what are you doing?”

“Oh, the pretzels aren’t done yet, they need a Lye bath.”

“What’s that?”

Peggy’s voice is slightly muffled from the shield. “Oh, Lye is a human word for Sodium Hydroxide, a very strong alkaline chemical. It is quite caustic to organic tissue.”

Limmie takes an unconscious step back. “But, what are you doing then? You’re going to ruin our bread!”

“No no, this is an important step. The pretzels won’t look or smell or taste right unless we dip them in lye.”

“You’re going to DIP the pretzels into a strong alkaline solution?”

Peggy turns, holding another rubber apron, gloves, and face shield. “No. You’re going to.”

“This isnt’ a joke? You’re not trying to make fun of me for not understanding human cookery? You really have to dip the pretzels in that caustic chemical?”

Peggy lifts up her face shield. Her eyes are kind. “Limmie, I would never do that to you. I promise, this will make the pretzels just like how Maya remembers them.”

Tail flicking, Limmie takes the PPE from Peggy. “How do I put this on?”

“I’ll show you, come here.”

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“Oh gosh Limmie, these are perfect! Where did you get them?” Maya’s eyes are squeezed shut in bliss as she chews the warm pretzels. “They taste just like the ones Nana made!”

“Peggy helped me make them. She showed me exactly what to do, but I did the work.”

Maya swallows and looks at Limmie, eyes wide. “You made these? You made German Pretzels with the lye bath and everything?”

Limmie falls into Maya’s arms and snuggles down into her chest. “Of course I did. I had to wear some personal protective equipment, but Peggy showed me how to be careful and she explained we needed the lye to get it just right. I wanted to make something just for you that I knew you’d love.”

Maya squeezes Limmie and strokes her ears. “They’re wonderful hon. Thank you.”

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #writing #jpitha #sci fi writing #humans and aliens #humans are space australians #humans are space capybaras #Cooking #humans eat anything #Pretzels really do need lye to get them just right

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missvelvetsstuff · 6 days

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No Benefits

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter

Summary: Reader and Bucky are best friends until a drunken hook up. Bucky wants a friends with benefits situation because he doesn't feel ready for a relationship but reader knows that will lead to a broken heart.

Then Sharon Carter comes to work with them.

Notes: Steve and Tony are around but retired, everything else is mostly canon

I try to keep my reader generic but as always she is female and taller than average.

I have to say I've been a bit overwhelmed at the response to this story, I hope I can live up to your expectations.

Chapter 2

Warnings: swearing, angst, a little dirty talk. Bucky's kind of an ass, Sharon is evil.

Cookie just stared at the pictures, heart racing, almost hyperventilating. She shook her head and looked at Nick Fury "This can't be right, can it? Sharon Carter can't be working against us, can she?"

Fury looked at her, concern evident on his face. "I'd like to think it's impossible but look at what happened with Hydra. We knew that Rumlow and the strike team were on our side and it turned out the entire operation had been rotten for decades."

Cookie tried to still her hands "B B But th this, this is different. Sh Sh Sha Sharon C C Carter. SHIELD founder P Peggy Carter's niece can't be the Power Broker." She felt her stomach drop and heart stop when it clicked "Oh god, no she can't but b b but Sam and" whispered "Bucky" the color left her face and she started pacing, bouncing until Nick snapped

"COOKIE!"

Y/N jumped and turned to face her boss "Yessir?"

Nick rubbed her arms "Calm down. You're no good to me like this. Barnes and Wilson are off site with Carter, right? Where are they, exactly?"

Cookie nodded "uh yeah they're um, wait let me see." She pulled her phone out "they should be, Latvia." She exhaled and it felt like she was deflating "Where my informant was killed last night."

Fury nodded "I doubt she wants to kill Wilson or Barnes so we just need to get this info to them. You'll probably have to wait until they come home."

Cookie shook her head "But what if she kidnaps them? What if they don't come back?"

Fury shook his head "We'll cross that bridge if we get to it. I need you to compile everything you have that's even vaguely related to the Power Broker and anything you can find about Carter's movements. Let's see if we can find more links between them." He looked at his watch

"I want you in my office for lunch and we'll go over everything you have." He looked her in the eyes "Alright, Cookie? I know you're concerned about your friends but we need to keep our minds clear and focused on the facts so that we can help keep them safe."

Cookie tried to blink the tears out of her eyes and nodded "Got it, boss." before hurrying to her office by way of the break room because coffee was a dire need at this point.

She made it to her office, closed the door so no one would disturb her, turned on her music and sat down to go through every bit of Intel she had that might offer any clues. There were stacks of correspondence and photos plus some undefined amount of info on a thumb drive that she needed to work through with the only other analysts she absolutely knew she could trust, Dylan and Iris. She had trained with them and came up through Quantico where Nick Fury personally headhunted them.

Cookie didn't want to take a chance by getting too many people involved in this, after the whole SHIELD/HYDRA debacle she kept a couple of people close and everyone else could wait outside her gates until they convinced her they were trustworthy. This was huge and had 2 Avengers directly in Sharon's line of fire so had to be handled carefully.

Cookie also knew that her frayed friendship with Bucky was going to make this even more complicated because Sharon could use that to discredit her so Bucky thinks Cookie is just trying to eliminate a romantic rival.

She shook her head, no time to get distracted by emotions, her friends were in danger and that had to remain her focus. By 1pm, Cookie had synced almost all of Sharon Carter's movements with the power broker. There was no doubt, it was definitely her.

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On the other side of the world, Sam was fed up with his mission partners. Sharon rubbed him the wrong way and Bucky was too wrapped up in her to see anything but sex. Sam had a bad feeling about Sharon, she was constantly wandering off only to be found on her phone and the Power Broker seemed to get away right before they arrived, every single time.

He tried to talk to Bucky but he just laughed it off, explaining how impossible it was for a Carter to be the bad guy. "Sam you're being ridiculous and paranoid even for a spy. Sharon is just as frustrated with our lack of progress as we are. You know sometimes this is just a waiting game." He smirked at his friend "We could find you a nice girl to pass the time with."

Sam shook his head and scoffed "A nice girl? You mean like Cookie for instance, who wouldn't try to distract me with sex like yours is doing to you."

Bucky laughed "You jealous man? I'm just making up for lost time and Cookie didn't want me." His smile dropped as he thought of her.

Sam looked at Bucky with wide eyes "Cookie didn't want you? Now we both know that's not the truth, you just got scared of the idea of a real relationship and dropped her for your living cock sleeve. You're a dumbass, Barnes."

Sam's phone buzzed with a text and he smiled when he saw it was from Cookie. She always checked up to make sure they were eating and sleeping while in the field. He looked at his texts

*<3 BeSafe*CYA*

That caught his attention. CYA= Cover Your Ass. It was their code for trouble close by which meant she found something concerning but the problem was too close to say out loud.

Bucky tried to look over his shoulder "What's that? From Cookie? You fucking her?" His voice dropped and he looked angrily at the ground "I knew she would find someone better."

Sam looked at him with disgust "The fuck is wrong with you? The only reason she might find someone better is cuz you pushed her away when you should have held on tight because you're not gonna find another one like her."

He nodded towards the hall where Sharon had gone "That one is trouble. There's something not right about all this and the way she keeps dragging you off to the bedroom."

Bucky smirked "I can't help that she's insatiable. Don't want to disappoint."

Sharon was in the other room listening to their discussion, smiling at how easily Bucky stood up for her. It was simple enough to get his attention when she came back to work with SWORD and he did all the work pushing Cookie away with his guilt. She was confident that he would take her side if that analyst bitch got too close. Sam could be a problem but nothing she wasn't prepared to handle.

She used a burner phone to send a text to her associate, the Intel analyst in D.C. to let them know she would be returning stateside soon and everything was going according to plan.

In the morning Bucky woke up in bed with Sharon's head on his bare chest and groaned. The position he was in wasn't a concern but he didn't remember going to bed or the usual activities with Sharon that followed. He couldn't remember anything past his talk with Sam, about Cookie. He didn't remember eating but he must have since it had been almost lunch time when he spoke to Sam. If he hadn't eaten he would be famished by now.

He took a deep breath and tried to focus and see if he could find any memories but all he could add was Sharon coming into the room and pulling him into their bedroom.

He looked at his watch and counted hours, he had lost almost 18 hours and couldn't figure out what happened. This wasn't the first time he had lost time on this trip and he didn't like the feeling.

Sam was right, something was off.

Sharon started to stir against him "Hey baby, look who's up before me."

Bucky smiled "Mornin baby, you sleep ok? Did we have some fancy liquor last night? I can't remember a damn thing, not even fucking you for 2 hours and I'm sure I did that."

She whined "I'm that forgettable? I thought I made you feel good." and pouted, rubbing his growing cock to distract him.

He reached between her legs to find her ready "You're always so wet and ready for me sweetheart. Tell me what you need."

Sharon moaned "I need you to fuck me, Barnes. Hard and deep. Right now."

Bucky was only too happy to oblige, the lost time forgotten in their haze of lust.

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In her office Cookie and her crew worked well past lunchtime until an intern showed up from Nick's office to remind them of the passage of time.

Cookie put all of the papers and photos into a box since they hadn't had time to digitize it all and write up a comprehensive report. She went over every single detail with Nick and Maria to determine what should go in her report and which points to highlight for field agents.

The rest of the day and into the evening Cookie's team had everything organized and the details and evidence all written up in a 5 page report with back up documentation available in her files. She looked up when her phone buzzed to see it was Sam responding to her earlier text

*👍🐴☔*

She smiled knowing that Sam got it and would watch out for Bucky even if he was a dumbass.

Looking at her watch she saw it was almost midnight and noticed Iris trying to read her text before she quickly put her phone away. Iris and Dylan were her most trusted analysts but even they didn't need to know about her chatting with Sam.

She dismissed them so she could have a bit to herself to reply to Sam and include some details that they didn't have the clearance for.

A few days later when Sam, Bucky and Sharon arrived back home, Cookie was there to meet Sam and barely even acknowledged Bucky or Sharon which made Bucky act out, snapping at Sharon. Sharon was annoyed that he still cared about fucking Cookie, after all the work she had done to get him under control he was still pining for that stupid analyst. She knew something would need to be done about her soon.

Sam and Cookie walked arm in arm to medical to have him checked out, then to the common room when she had left some chili simmering for him plus fresh French bread. They took their lunch and went to his room to eat.

Cookie sat across from Sam while he talked about the mission until the food was gone and he stopped, just staring at her.

Cookie stared back "What?"

He looked at her sideways "First, I love you Cookie but you look like Hell. You're worried about me in the field but you're here looking like you haven't slept or had a decent meal in weeks."

She flinched before whispering "Closer to months."

"No, Cookie. Don't destroy yourself over a man that's too stupid to see what's right in front of him. We need you here. Nick fucking Fury insists you're the best intelligence analyst he's ever met. Ever. From the man who doesn't offer praise lightly.

I need you. I can't trust anyone else to lay all the intel out just so it flows for me. Or make sure I'm taken care of when I come back from a mission?

And his dumb ass might not know it or be willing to admit it but Barnes needs you too. He's in love with you, he just thinks he's being good and noble by pushing you away. And if he doesn't figure it out, there's plenty of other men and women that would jump at the chance to be with you. So take care of yourself."

Sam sighed "Second, I know you didn't send the CYA code for shits and giggles so tell me. What do you know?"

Cookie shifted uncomfortably "I want you to know this has nothing to do with their relationship, I didn't look to discredit her or hurt him but you know I have to follow the evidence where it leads me, without prejudice. You know I-"

Sam stopped her "I know you are impartial and I trust you and your conclusions so just spit it out and we'll go from there. Ok?"

Cookie nodded and took a deep breath before blurting out "Sharoncarteristhepowerbroker" then covering her mouth and looked at Sam with wide eyes.

Sam stopped and stared "Please tell me you didn't just say what I think you said. Tell me that she's-. Fuck." He shook his head "I know you have proof. Cookie, you have to tell Barnes."

She blinked rapidly trying to clear the tears that suddenly welled up in her eyes "Nononono, no I can't tell him. He will think I'm some disgruntled woman trying to hurt my rival. You have to tell him Sam he will never listen to me. Hell he hasn't even spoken to me outside of work ever since...."

Her eyes filled up and she tried to hold the tears back but she had been keeping it all in for so long.

Sam pulled her into his chest and sighed "Alright. Give me what you have, I'll talk to him tomorrow. And what's with all the containers of Cookies?"

Cookie shrugged "I was worried about you. Couldn't sleep. I made some of your favorites, the red velvet. The frosted ones are *special* to help you sleep."

Sam hugged Cookie and kissed her cheek "Alright babygirl, lay it out for me..." They spent the next hour going over everything she had before her eyes started drooping. "Okay Miss Cookie, go get some sleep and I'll see you at the debrief tomorrow."

Cookie gathered her paperwork and left Sam's room only to see Bucky in the kitchen. She didn't want to ignore him so nodded and grunted as she passed without slowing down. Bucky just watched her leave, wondering what she was doing in Sam's room so late.

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After their run the next morning Sam and Bucky sat down for coffee. Sharon told Bucky she wanted to sleep in so Sam figured now was the time.

Bucky started in on him before he even spoke "What's up with you and Cookie? You are fucking her aren't you? I saw her leave your room early this morning. Don't fucking lie to me jerk."

Sam brushed him off, "None of your damn business."

He tried to change the subject and explain about Sharon but Bucky didn't respond well

"What the fuck do you mean Sam? Sharon is not the goddamn power broker, that's ridiculous, her aunt was a founder of SHIELD. Where did you get your Intel from?" Sam looked at him pointedly, like there was any other person who Sam trusts completely.

Bucky shook his head angrily and stood up to head to Cookies office. "I can't believe you fell for it Sam. She's just trying to get Sharon back because she is with me. I turned her down for a relationship so she wants to hurt me back. Sharon warned me that she would try to pull something like this."

Sam stood up and grabbed Bucky's arm "Are you kidding me? You think Cookie would put her career and reputation on the line for petty jealousies? That she would ruin Sharon's reputation for revenge, over you? I guess you don't really know her after all." He shook his head "I'm disappointed in you man. I thought better of you. Good luck confronting Cookie, she's not interested in your shit."

Cookie was at her desk making packets with the Intel on the power broker for the top brass when Maria stopped by.

"Hows everything, Cookie? Got that power broker packet for me?"

Cookie nodded "It's right here." and reached out with a folder.

Maria noticed her hands "Cookie? What happened to your nails? When was the last time you had a mani-pedi? Is your girl sick?" She looked over Cookies hands in concern, she never missed her nail appointment.

Cookie shrugged "I don't know, I forgot. It's no big deal."

Maria looked closer "You look like Hell. Finish the packets up and take the afternoon off, you need-"

"Cookie!" Bucky roared as he came striding up to her office "What the Hell is this bullshit?"

Chapter 3

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Could you do Bucky's POV for "she was his angel and he was her knight"? I would just want to know if Bucky did feel guilty but he was just hiding it.

I like your storys very much wether if it's smut, fluff or angst!❤❤❤❤

hi honey! thank you so much!

this is a sort of part 3 of you aren't nat, and she was his angel and he was her knight.

summary - bucky tries everything to destroy your happiness.

warning - angst, no happy ending for bucky.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips and @firefly-graphics

“So… You fucking my best friend now?”

The words echo in Bucky’s head.

“Can’t say I’m surprised. You have always been super easy.”

He stares at himself in the mirror, following the bruises he received.

“I bet he wishes it was Natasha or maybe even Sharon. Do you really think anyone would want you as their first choice?”

His hand opens and closes.

“Why should I? It’s not like you like her, and she’s just your rebound because you can’t have who you really want.”

Bucky’s eyes connect with his own.

“Go on, Stevie. Tell her the truth, c’mon. Doesn’t she deserve to know that you aren’t better than me?”

His anger grows inside of him, remembering it all.

“You can’t take me, Steve. You’re weaker than I am.”

All because of you, Bucky had lost his best friend. You just had to go and spread your legs for anyone who paid you enough attention, and Steve was the poor soul caught in your web. Bucky hated you and had hated you ever since he met you. When you asked him out, he found the perfect opportunity to make Natasha jealous and possibly hurt you simultaneously. Bucky really had no reason to hate you. When you met him, you welcomed and treated him like family. But the more you hung around him, the more he had grown to hate you, and now he hated you even more because you’ve turned his best friend against him.

Bucky had come out of his room and headed to the loungeroom, noticing you and Steve curled into each other and Natasha and Sam the same. He scowled. He wished you would just disappear. No one wanted you here. He smirked. Maybe he could prove that Steve was just using you, yeah. He’d do that, and there’d be no way you’d ever compare to the Peggy Carter. He abruptly left the room, coming up with the perfect plan.

A few weeks passed, and you and Steve were happier than ever, and it was pissing Bucky off. He smiled as a woman walked into the room and toward him. She was the spitting image of Peggy, which should make you see that no one wants you. “Bucky?” He nods, surveying her and feeling happy she kept with the 40s style. “What exactly am I doing?”

He smiled charmingly, “You're just going to be my date to a party. Is that okay?” She nods, linking arms with him, and they head off to the party Tony had organised. More like yours and Steve’s engagement party, but if Bucky had it his way, there’d be no engagement, wedding, or you. They had entered the room, and Bucky grinned when Steve’s eyes widened slightly. His focus was on the woman beside his ex-best friend. When you saw what Steve was looking at, Bucky's smile widened even more. The smile on your face had fallen.

Bucky began to lead the woman over to the happy couple, feeling his heart skip happily as Steve’s gaze focused on the Peggy look-alike. “Hello, I guess congratulations are in order.” He watched you gulp, your eyes flickering between Steve and the woman. “Oh, right! This is my date.” She smiled, introducing herself and shaking your and Steve’s hand.

Steve squeezes your side and smiles. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Steve, and this is my beautiful fiancee, Y/n.” Bucky frowned, wondering why he was now looking at you, not the woman he had brought. Steve’s eyes moved to Bucky’s icy blue ones and hardened. Bucky didn’t know that Steve wasn’t like him, even if he liked to think he was. Steve really did love you. He had loved you when you first met and loved you through it all. No other woman could compare to you, and Bucky had to realise that.

Months after the party had passed, and Bucky tried everything to get rid of you, to hurt you. But it seemed like nothing fazed you anymore. Steve had clouded your mind from Bucky, and he couldn’t even ruin your wedding.

Bucky sat outside, glaring at everything, not noticing Steve making his way over. “You know, she never did anything to you.” His gaze moved, and he glared more, “I don’t know why you hate her, and I don’t care anymore. You need to stop trying to ruin our happiness, do you understand?” Steve stared into the distance, where you stood, hand placed gently on your stomach.

“Please, you don’t love her.” He grunts as Steve slaps him across the back of his head.

“Shut the fuck up. I love that woman with my entire being. We’re happy, Bucky. You should’ve been there as my best man. You should’ve been happy for me. You should be the fucking godfather to my child! But for some fucked up reason, you hate my wife. She treated you like a human from the beginning, and you just threw that kindness away. For what fucking reason?” Bucky stared at his old friend as Steve spoke, tears in his eyes with every word. “You don’t even have one. I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

And with those words, Steve left, leaving Bucky alone. And for many years, Bucky would continue to be alone.

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Hypocrite

Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Requested by @flowers-and-fichte! Hope you enjoy, Novalis, and thanks for the request!

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Bucky's gotten close with Peggy's best friend, the two bonding over the reckless mavericks they both chose to care so much about. But Steve and Peggy aren't the only couple dancing around each other in this war.

Word Count: 1,396

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: I can't believe this is my first time writing for Bucky, lol. Most of the rest of the fandom has been here since Winter Soldier, but better late than never I guess!

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I shook my head as I barely managed to put one foot in front of the other, heading through the front door of my favorite dive bar. The Howling Commandos and I had spent many a night here, toasting success or planning our next move, but tonight I was without the rest of my group.

Peggy Carter was going to well and truly kill me, and I needed a night to process that.

She'd been my best friend for just about as long as I could remember; we'd joined SOE together, and somehow managed to end up on General Philips' staff, two of the only women getting as close to combat as we did. We made an excellent team, and normally, I had no complaints. But sometimes she could just be so reckless, flying head first into insane danger, that my heart needed a break lest it burst on the spot.

Tonight had been no exception. Peggy and Steve Rogers, the one and only Captain America, had worked together on a Commandos mission just across enemy lines. We'd been successful, and the two of them together had made an incredible difference in the war effort, but damned if I didn't also rue the day they'd met.

I slumped into a stool at the bar, barely registering my surroundings until someone slid a glass of my favorite drink in front of me. I frowned at it, then turned to my left to see who exactly it had come from.

Sargeant Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers' best friend, stared back at me with a faint smile on his face. He looked almost as tired as I felt.

"You look like you could use this," he said. I huffed.

"Thanks. How'd you know what I liked?"

He just shrugged, his eyes never once leaving mine as I took a drink, the corner of his mouth gently tugging up.

"I usually pay attention to the drink orders of pretty girls."

I snorted so hard a bit of my drink came out of my nose. It burned like hell, so it took me a few moments to recover myself enough to meet Bucky's gaze again. He'd leaned forward a bit, one eyebrow raised, looking a bit concerned.

"You alright there, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, fine. Just wasn't expecting you to hit on me, especially with that lame ass pickup line."

"Lame?" Bucky asked, a hand flying to his heart in mock-outrage. "That hurts."

I just rolled my eyes. "Knock it off, Barnes. We've quite literally been through hell together, I think we're a little past you trying to get my number in a bar."

"Well then how would you suggest I get your number?"

I paused, drink halfway to my lips again, and cut my eyes towards Bucky to let him know how truly ridiculous I thought the question was.

"You already have my number. It's the same one for Peggy and all the Commandos, as long as we're all stationed at the same camp."

Bucky just stared at me for a long moment. I sipped my drink and set it back down on the bar before he finally spoke again.

"Shit."

"Yeah. Nice try though."

Bucky huffed a laugh and took a sip of his own drink, then turned back to me with renewed energy and a bright, charming smile. I held up a hand before he could launch into whatever he was planning to say next.

"Okay Buck, why don't you just tell me what this is about. Because I came in here exausted after dealing with our best friends, and I don't have the energy to coach your rusty ass on how to flirt, if that's what you're trying to practice."

Bucky cleared his throat, deflating a little, but not all the way. He sighed, then set his shoulders and met my stare again with a determined expression.

"Actually, I'm trying to ask you on a date."

I laughed, until I realized Bucky wasn't laughing.

"Wait, are you serious?"

"Very. Although you're really testing my resolve, since you've now laughed in my face twice. You know I used to be good at this before the war?"

I shook my head, a disbelieving smile subconsciously forcing its way onto my face.

"Bucky... I'm not saying no, but... I mean, why? Why me, why now? We've known each other and been working on missions since Steve got you out of that prison... what changed to make you think this was a good idea all of a sudden?"

He sighed heavily, the muscles in his jaw working as he apparently forced the words to come.

"I've been feeling like I wanted to ask you out since I saw you, honestly. But we were going to have to work together, and I think it's pretty clear I'm a little rusty. So I waited, and I was just starting to convince myself to wait all the way to the end of the war, until I tried to get Steve to ask Peggy on a date."

My eyebrows shot up. "You did? How did that go? Those two have been dancing around each other for way too long, I've been trying to tell Peggy the same thing-"

"Well, maybe between the two of us we can actually get them to take the leap. But I realized when I was talking to Steve that I can't expect him to take my advice when I won't take it myself. I'm turning into the biggest hypocrite in the world encouraging him to talk to Peggy while chickening out on talking to you. So... here we are."

"Here we are..." I repeated, my voice a little faint as the full weight of Bucky's confession sank in. He had feelings for me, and apparently had for a while now. And now he was asking me on a date, the fact that we were in the middle of a war be damned.

I grinned.

"Is that a good sign? That looks like a good sign, but now I'm not sure..."

"It's a great sign, Bucky," I said, meeting his eyes and feeling a spark of excitement in my chest. "I'm glad you decided to take your own advice."

"So that's a yes?"

"That's absolutely a yes." Bucky's shoulders finally relaxed, a smile appearing on his face to match my own. "So... when do we do this? Do we call tonight our first date? We're out together, the two of us, at a bar..."

"No. No way," Bucky quickly decided. I raised an eyebrow at him, so he continued. "Tonight's not a date, sweetheart. Even in the middle of a war, I can find a way to make our night on the town something special. A little magical, and definitely just about the two of us. Tonight might be just the two of us, but it's about the two reckless idiots we call friends."

I laughed, then reached for my drink and raised it towards Bucky.

"I'll toast to that. To taking tonight to cope with the people we care about, and putting something on the books for a real night out together soon."

"Hear hear."

Bucky and I shared a smile, then each took a drink. I finished mine off, then sat back in my chair and stared at the man before me.

"So... how do you feel about a game of darts? Person who's not throwing is allowed to distract the other person, but only by relating the most insane shit our friends have done lately. True stories only."

"Bring it on. I've known Steve long enough that nothing's gonna surprise me anymore."

I snorted as the two of us grabbed another round of drinks and headed for the dartboard at the back of the bar.

"Look, Peggy might've gone through a phase of trying to be a proper lady, but she's been making up for it by doing even more ridiculous nonsense lately. Your boy's got nothing on her."

"I guess we'll just have to see about that, won't we?"

Bucky and I shared another smile. The routine was familiar, but now, there was an extra spark attached that hadn't really been there before. Even though tonight wasn't a date, spending time with Bucky felt a little different, now, in a very good way.

Maybe this could be the silver lining I held on to the next time Peggy tried to kill me via heart attack, until the end of the war and beyond.

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Could u do a best friends dad Steve Rogers x reader smut plz if possible🥰

Thank you for the request!<3 hope you’ll like it, let me know!

There is a bit of fluff and of course the smut-with a happy ending! Enjoy<3

If you’re here only for the smut and nothing else, skip to the part where reader gets out of the shower😝 I wanted to keep it short but…I couldn’t.😂 It’s filthy. I feel dirty. ;p

What you deserve

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After you caught your-now ex-boyfriend cheating, your best friend let you stay over for the night…there was only one problem.

Her unbelievably hot dad.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: BestFriendsDad!Steve Rogers & Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Age gap [ Steve is in his mid 40s, reader in early 20s], cheating [ from readers Ex], past Steve x Peggy[ not really mentioned] , forbidden / hidden romance, smut, oral f receiving], fingering, unprotected sex [ don’t be silly wrap your willy] p in v, finger sucking, size kink, overstimulation, squirting, cum eating, taking pictures/videos, petnames; sweetheart, angel, sweetie , baby

Keep in mind English is not my first language! There can be some mistakes. Just let me know:)

Don’t forget to like, reblog and comment please<3

I’m taking requests!

18+.

With tears in your eyes you called your best friend. It shouldn’t be that surprising that your -now definitely ex-boyfriend was cheating. You saw the signs. He went out more often, didn’t go on dates with you-the only thing he did was sleeping with you. Not that he was good in bed or anything. You hoped he would change his mind. Maybe fall in love again. Yet a quiet voice told you a while ago it would be better to part ways.

That’s exactly what you wanted to do. Today. Technically it shouldn’t hurt that you caught John balls deep in another woman’s throat-but it did hurt. This showed you how little he cared., because he didn’t even tried to hide he was cheating. He knew you’d be coming back home from your last lecture. Did he want for you to catch them? After you slammed the door behind you, he didn’t even follow you. You felt like someone punched you in your face.

After your best friend, Sarah, picked up, you couldn’t hold back your tears. It’s not like it was your big love or anything-but it did hurt quite a lot. You explained everything to Sarah. She listened for a while and like the amazing friend she was, she offered you to stay at her place. It’s not like you had any other options. You could go to your parents-they lived hours away-and you definitely wouldn’t stay with ex. But there was a small problem.

Her dad.

Her stupidly hot father, you was the perfect example of a DILF.

“I’ll be there in half an hour”, you said before hanging up. A sign escaped your lips. Wondering if this idea was good, you walked to your car. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe you should stay at a hotel, but Sarah offered you to stay for the night and you really didn’t want to be alone tonight. Maybe the two of you could just…get drunk or eat ice cream while watching your favourite movies. Or both. You’d be fine with both.

Within a few minutes you arrived at the Rogers’ house. You haven’t really stopped crying, so you knew you looked awful-red and swollen eyes, rubbing nose and trembling lips. In your defence, you’d loved him. Maybe not anymore, but you did once. The two of you were a couple for the past three years. He was the first serious relationship you ever had.

Without looking in the mirror, you grabbed your Bag-which was the only thing you had on you while leaving-and went to the front door.

The door opened a few moments after you rang the bell-you were ready to crush in Sarah’s arms but instead you stood frozen in place.

Steve Rogers.

Mr Rogers opened the door, instead of Sarah, like you expected her to do. You couldn’t stop yourself from letting your gaze drift over his body. Normally you’d seen him in his office clothing-which would made you droll if you hadn’t any self control. But today-probably because it was already late-he was in casual clothes. A tight T-shirt, that showed of his muscular torso-especially his shoulders and pecs. If you’d look any harder you’d probably be able to see his Nipples. His sweatpants hung low on his hips and…wasn’t he wearing any boxers? You didn’t want to know. It was torture enough to see his pecs like that. He was bare feet and it should be as hot as it was. It made him look kind of…like home? Did it made sense? Probably not.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart? Sarah told me you’d come over, said it was a emergency”, his voice made your gaze snap back to his face, to his beautiful, blue eyes. Hearing this petname made you feel the butterflies, all poets always talked about. You’ve never felt like that before. Not even with John.

Steve could tell something was off by looking at you. Your tear stained face made his heart clench. He saw you wanted to lie, probably say everything was fine, but as soon as you opened your mouth, a loud sob escaped you.

Steve grabbed your arm gently and put his arms around you, after closing the door. Him hugging you made your heart skip a beat. You couldn’t stop the tears, feeling him hug you tightly. His body was much warmer than yours, probably because of the chilly weather outside. It felt nice to be in his arms-you hated yourself for liking it so much.

Steve did the same. He enjoyed this hug way to much. You were his daughter best friend for gods sake. He shouldn’t feel like that.

You two have never hugged like that. It felt…nice. Like you belonged in his arms. You felt like your finally found your safe place.

Quietly crying you held tight onto him. It felt good to cry into his chest. He smelled really good. Like a rich smelling perfume, but also something that you knew was just…Steve.

Slowly you raised your head to Look up into his pretty eyes. You could help yourself-you had to know how his lips tasted. They looked so soft and plump. So kissable.

Before you could do something you’d probably regret, Sarah ran down the stairs. “Oh Y/N, I’m sorry I took a quick shower and just as you rang, I was putting some clothes on and-”, she stopped talking as soon as she saw you in her dads arms. Quickly you stepped back and hugged Sarah instead. You could feel yourself blush. Behind your back Steve’s cheeks also turned red, so he lowered his head.

“Let’s go to your room”, you mumbled in the crook of her neck.

Sarah went to the kitchen to grab some snacks and ice cream. You felt Steve’s gaze on you.

Did he imagined it or did you really wanted to kiss him? He could’ve swear he saw you looking at his lips and back to his eyes. Asking. The your face came closer and-and Sarah, his daughter and your best friend interrupted.

“Y/N…-”, before he could say more, Sarah came back, grabbed your arm and head back to her room. She looked back at her father one more time, with a questioning look.

You spend the next few hours with Sarah in her room, just watching some movies and eating ice cream. But soon she started to yawn. “We should go to sleep-but I’d take a shower first”, you said while stretching your arms a bit. “Yeah, okay. But you have to go down, my shower head is broken and the water pressure is really awful”, she said. Sarah gave you a big t-shirt you could sleep in and two towels. “I’ll be right back.”

With that you stepped out of Sarah’s room and went downstairs. You could hear the tv in the living room, which meant Steve was still up. It kind of made you nervous. Would he talk to you about what happened? Or nearly happened? As quite as possible you went to the bathroom, where you took a quick shower.

After you dried yourself of you put Sarah’s shirt on-

You looked at it for a moment. It was familiar, but you couldn’t tell why. You’ve never seen Sarah wearing it-but

Oh god

But you saw Steve wearing it. She gave you her dads shirt. It definitely was comfortable and big enough for it to cover your butt. You didn’t have anything else, so you had to wear it. Not that you complained. It felt nice to wear Steve’s shirt. It didn’t really smell like him anymore, but it still gave you some comfort.

You left the bathroom in only the t-shirt while you walked barefooted across the floor. Before you got to the stairs you felt a big hand grab your arm and dragged you to a room-Steve’s room. Surprised you turned to Steve. He was close. Really close. He was looking at you down. In his eyes you could see…hunger. The blue of his eyes was nearly gone. Alone the way he looked at you made your pussy throb.

„Yes, Mr Rogers?“, you asked quietly.

Steve let go of your arm, just to put his hand on your hip. „Call me Steve, sweetheart….i hope i’m not imagining it, but if I do just…stop me and we’ll forget about it.“ Your heart started hammering. His other hand found it’s place on your neck. Slowly you could tell he was leaning down. Steve looked at your lips, then back to your eyes. Nodding you put your hands on his chest and let them slide to his neck. This was the only thing he needed before pressing his lips hungry to yours.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Your heartbeat was going crazy. You could feel your whole body vibrate from excitement. Maybe you were dreaming? Maybe you slipped in the shower and this was some amazing fantasy before dying?

If that’s what was happening you wanted to make the most of it. Feel every part of him. Preferably his cock.

“Fuck me, Steve”, you moaned against his lips, while his hand slipped from your hip to you butt. He squeezed your flesh and pulled you straight against him. A cocky smile overtook his lips. “Oh sweets…of course I’ll fuck you. But first I’m gonna take my sweet time with you. You had a hard day…wanna make it all better. Kiss it better…starting here…” He cupped your heat with one hand. Surprised not feeling any panties he looked down at you. A low moan escaped his lips. You couldn’t keep quiet yourself. “angel, you’re not even wearing underwear? And you’re already so wet for me…so perfect”, he mumbled against your lips.

Two of his fingers started to glide between your folds, collecting some of your wetness, before he started to circle them around your sensitive clit. It made you cry out in pleasure.

“I’m all yours-please just-please”, you didn’t even know what exactly you wanted him to do.

“You know, sweetheart, i never liked that bastard you were dating. Can’t believe you haven’t left him sooner…after the first time I met him at Sarah birthday party last year I could tell he was a dick”, Steve talked like he wasn’t touching your pussy right now. Like he was having a completely normal conversation. It shouldn’t turn you as much on as it did. It seemed like he wasn’t even waiting for an answer. He just continued. “I could tell he wasn’t a good fuck. Seemed like a total douche. Come on, sweets, tell me, how many time did he made you cum the most in one night?”, while asking he slipped both of his fingers in your hole. Moaning you threw your head back. At first you didn’t even realised he asked you something. Only when he stopped did you look up again. “He…I don’t know. He didn’t even tried that often…said it wasn’t easy to make me cum. Apparently I’m taking to long…or something like that…”, you mumbled against his chest. It made Steve chuckle lowly. “What a dick…I’ll show you there is nothing wrong with you, baby. He just didn’t know how to treat such a amazing woman like you”

Steve’s words made you smile lightly. You haven’t heard a compliment in a while.

Once again Steve’s fingers slipped from your hole to your clit. His lips pressed to yours in a fierce kiss. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning his name. One of your hands gripped his hair and pulled him closer. Steve pushed you against the wall, caging you between his massive body and the bedroom wall.

He towered over you-it made your knees buckle. You’ve never been with someone so much bigger and taller than you. You wondered if his dick would even fit in your mouth or pussy.

God you wanted to feel it.

You wanted to feel the burning of him stretching your tight pussy. This thought made you clench around nothing, while Steve rubbed your bud. “Steve please…”

“Shhh, baby. I’ll make you feel good, I promise”, he mumbled in your ear, still rubbing your clit. If you had to be honest you could feel your orgasm approaching-and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. Would he do it either way?

Steve’s fingers circled and rubbed your bud a bud faster-not to fast. It’s like he knew exactly what to do. None of your past boyfriends made you feel this good-especially not in just a few minutes.

Steve knew what to do. He loved pleasuring women. It didn’t matter if it was his ex-wife or the women he had been with after the divorce. He loved taking his partner apart. It made him feel good to pleasure someone else. Especially you, such a sweet, pretty young woman who definitely needed to be taken good care of. He knew he could do that. He wanted to make you cum with his hands, mouth and cock. Make you scream his name…

His neglected dick twitched in his sweatpants. He could stop himself from grinding slightly against your hip. You both moaned at the same time. Steve could tell you were close. Your clit started throb against his fingers-finally he’d see and hear you.

He let his other hand slip to your core and put two fingers in your wet hole and hit your G-spot. You cried out his name, while your orgasm crashed over you. You grabbed his arm tightly and buckled your hip against his hand. “Oh god Steve-“, you moaned in the fabric and bit the fabric to muffle your voice. Steve kissed your forehead. “Yeah, that’s it baby….”, he mumbled in your hair. Still he hadn’t stop moving his hand-his speed increased making you whimper. It was to much-and yet you didn’t want him to stop.

Slowly Steve sank to his knees-and oh god, if this sight didn’t make your knees weak nothing would. The outline of his hard dick was visible. A wet spot where his tip was. Fuck. You wanted to suck him off so badly. Feel him stretch out your throat.

Steve came closer to you, his mouth sliding along your thigh. “You look really pretty in my shirt, you know? Makes you look like belong to me, sweetheart”, he felt your walls tighten around his fingers. “That’s what you want? Be mine? Let others see you in my clothes? So everyone knows your mine? Mine to touch? To fuck? I can feel you throbbing…i know you want it, baby”, he mumbled, while his lips came closer to your core. You can’t remember the last time someone gave you head. Your ex didn’t like to do that.

Steve let his fingers slip out of your hole and let them slide between his lips. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning-and coming for another taste. This time he let his tongue glide along your folds and in your pussy. He couldn’t get enough of your taste. Steve grabbed one of your legs and put it on his shoulder, so he’d have better access to your core. “So pretty”, he mumbled before licking your heat again. The feeling of his tongue in your hole made you moan.

You knew you wouldn’t last much longer. It’s just so soon after your first orgasm and Steve didn’t give you a moment to recover from it. Not even for a few seconds.

He fucked you with his tongue, while his nose bumped against your clit with every movement. “Steve-I’m-I’m close”, you moaned and gripped his hair to pull him closer. He let two of his fingers slid into your pussy and started suckling on your throbbing clit. After a few pumps he added a third finger and curled them-this was all you needed. Your orgasm was intense. So intense, your knees gave out. Steve grabbed you hip with his free hand and let you slowly slide to the floor. A big, cocky smile was drawn in his face. He looked pretty smug about himself. His fingers were still thrusting into your pussy. Your juices made a wet sound with every move of his fingers. This made you blush slightly. You’ve never been this wet. You could actually see some of your wetness glistening on his chin.

“Okay, sweetheart?”, he asked quietly, slowly pulling his fingers out. “Yeah…”, you mumbled. Without thinking you opened your mouth, as you looked at his fingers. You’re behaviour made Steve grin. How could he deny this? He let all three big fingers slid into your mouth.

Instantly you suckled around his fingers, moaning because of the taste of yourself. It made your stomach flutter. Slowly you let his fingers slide further into your mouth, till they hit the back of your throat. Seeing you deepthroat his fingers made his dick even harder, at this point was it painfully hard. “I’m gonna fuck you now, angel…and I can’t Garantie you you’ll be able to walk tomorrow”, he whispered low, while taking his fingers from your mouth. It made your whine quietly. But then you thought about what he said-

He wanted to fuck you. Finally.

Steve could probably see the excitement in your eyes, since he chuckled darkly. “Yeah, I can tell how much you want it…so I’ll give it to you.” He picked you up and carried you to bed.

Within a few seconds you were laying down, him over you. His shirt found it’s place on the floor quickly after. You couldn’t stop yourself from stroke across his abs and pecks. Steve looked like…a damn Greek god. Wow. You didn’t even realised you moaned quietly.

“And your gonna leave this shirt on, sweetheart, so I’ll always think of your tight pussy every time I’ll wear it”, he mumbled, before pushing it bit up, so he had more access to your breasts. Looking down at you; laying on his bed, in his close and with that look on your face could probably make him come untouched. He’d never been with such a beautiful woman like you.

His hand found your breast, playing with your nipple. You could stop the moan that escaped you. Your whole body felt like it was on fire. But you wanted more. “Steve, fuck me-please, please fuck me already”, you mumbled and pushed his sweatpants down, to free his cock.

You knew he’d be big but…

Holy shit.

You shook you head slightly and looked up again. “It’s not going to fit”, you said. Steve only chuckled and let his tip slowly glide between your folds, collecting the wetness. You could already feel how huge he felt against your pussy.

“We’ll make it fit, baby. And you’re gonna enjoy every second of it”, he positioned his tip, with one quick thrust he pushed half of his cock in your tight wet hole. It made him hiss quietly, while you cried out in pain and pleasure-mostly pleasure. The pain added more of it. Fuck he was right. It felt good-and you wanted more. You wanted all of him.

Steve let you adjust for a moment, before slowly pushing in till he bottomed out. Both of you had to take a breath-it was incredible. None of you wanted for it to ever end. If you could, you’d stay in his bed forever-Steve felt the same way.

“Please move-Steve, I need it”, you begged him. How could he not? Steve moved his hips, thrusting hard into you. The slapping of skin on skin and your moans were the only sounds in the room. Steve kissed your breasts and suckled on your nipples. Your hand found it’s way in his hair, while the other one scratched his muscular shoulders and back. You kind of hoped you’d leave some marks on his pale skin. You wanted everyone to see what you two did…

Feeling your tight walls made Steve crazy. You felt so good. So perfect. It’s like you were made for him. He never wanted to be with another woman again. Just you. He couldn’t get enough of you. Your pussy hugged his cock perfectly. Steve knew he wouldn’t last much longer, so he started to rub your clit again with two of his fingers. It made you crazy.

You could feel him feel you completely. He hit your g-spot with every thrust. Since you’ve already had two orgasm, the third one approached you quickly-but it felt different-you’ve never felt like this before. It felt like-fuck-you had no idea what was happening. “Steve, I think I’m-“, you couldn’t finish your sentence anymore. All of your muscles tensed and trembled, while you felt your juices squirt all over Steve’s dick and thighs. You were pretty sure you blacked out for a moment-at least it felt like that. Steve felt his balls tighten and with a hard thrust he buried himself deep in you, still grinding slightly against you. His own orgasm was unexpected-since he didn’t expected you to squirt all over him. He wanted for you to feel good tonight, yeah, but this….it was so hot. He wished he had this on camera, to see this moment again and again.

“Fuck Baby…you’re so incredible”, he mumbled in your hair, still buried deep in your pussy. Slowly you released your legs from around him and stroked through his hair. You couldn’t say anything. You were completely exhausted. But in a good way.

“You’re not bad yourself”, you laughed quietly, which also made Steve laugh loudly. He slowly shook his head, while slowly pulling out of you. When he looked down at your abused pussy, he could stop himself from slipping two fingers in your hole. His cum and your juices gushed around his fingers out of your hole. It made his dick twitch again, even though he was only half hard.

He pulled out his cum stained fingers and let them slide along your lips. Instantly you opened your mouth but he didn’t let you suck on his fingers. “I want to have you marked up, while I take a picture, baby, that’s okay with you?”, he asked against your ear. You nodded enthusiastically. Steve grabbed his phone and took a couple of pictures of your abused and puffy pussy, that was still leaking with his seed. Then he also took some of your body and face. He could already tell he’d be strong his dock to these tomorrow. You looked at him with a cheeky smile like you knew what he was thinking about. You looked the cum of your lips.

Even though your whole body felt like it was on fire, your couldn’t stop yourself putting legs around Steve again. “I’m dirty Steve…please clean me up”, you said while letting your hand slide to your core and Collecting some of the mess, sucking it then off of your fingers. A load groan escaped Steve. Instantly he dove in. His tongue lapped at your sloppy entrance, till there was nothing of the mess. You whole body trembled and twitched.

After he was done Steve gave you a passionate kiss on the lips and laid down besides you. “I could do this all night”, he mumbled in your hair, while his fingers stroke over your stomach. “Mhm…I’d like that”, you grinned, but sounded rather tired. A smile spread over his lips.

“Some other time, sweetheart. You need some sleep now…let me just change the sheets real quick, okay?“, he whispered in your ear. Steve really hoped you’d stay with him the night. And that it wasn’t a one time thing. He had no idea how it would work, but he’d find a way. He couldn’t just forget about you after tonight.

A few minutes steve had changed the sheets and you laid down with him again. He put his arm around you and gave you a kiss on the forehead. „You deserve better than these boys…“, Steve mumbled. He hoped you’d understand what he was implying. Slowly you looked up at him. Like you tried to find some kind of answer in his face. Slowly you nodded and grabbed one of his hands. „Someone like…you?“ „yeah, Someone like me“, he whispered back and gave you a tender kiss. It made you melt. God you lov- liked him a lot. After he pulled away you cuddled tightly against him. He immediately put both arms around you and closed his eyes.

There was a comfortable silence for a while, before he chuckled quietly. “What is it?”, you asked, grabbing on of his hands, squeezing slightly. “Nothing just….would you mind me sending John a message telling him how stupid and what a douche he is?”, he asked grinning. You couldnt stop the grin forming on your face. “I would mind it. As long as you add one of the pictures where I’m sucking the cum off of your fingers”, you grinned. Steve laughed quietly in your hair and shook his head. “You’re crazy, sweetheart…but I’m gonna think about it”, he grinned back.

You stayed quiet for a while, feeling the sleep slowly took over you. “Good Night, Steve…”

“Good Night, Angel, sleep well….”

That’s it! I really hope you enjoyed reading! Please let me know:)

You can tell me if something is wrong or what i should change<3 I’d be glad actually.

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atlasscrumpit · 1 month

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Here's an idea… The reader and Bucky are in a closed psychiatric ward.

The Ward

You laid in your bed at the hospital staring at the picture of a baby duck on the wall.

"The fuck are you smiling at." You muttered, you hadn't slept all night so being grumpy was to be expected.

The door opened and you looked up to see one of the doctors.

"Good morning, Y/N. You ready for breakfast, Hun?" She asked as you sat up and groaned.

"I need coffee." You muttered making her chuckle.

"There's plenty of coffee, come on." She said as you put your shoes on and left your room, following the doctor down the hallway, smelling the fresh breakfast cooking.

When you entered you found your only friend and walked up to him to get breakfast as well.

"Hey, Barnes." You muttered as he grumbled and nodded his head a little.

He wasn't exactly the talking type.

You both got a tray of food before sitting at your regular spot by the window.

"I slept like shit last night." You muttered as he ate his breakfast and just nodded a little.

"How's the paranoia?" You asked as he rolled his eyes.

"They gave me new medication... I still know the truth though, so that means my paranoia isn't real and what I see is." He said as you nodded a little.

"Well, maybe you need to give the medication some time to work." You replied as he glared at you.

"You sound just like the doctors." He grumbled before he continued to eat.

"I heard Steve was coming to visit this week, that'll be good." You said, trying to change the subject.

"Yeah... I have missed him actually." He muttered as you smiled softly.

"I'm excited to see him again, he's always so nice to me." You said as Bucky smiled a little.

"It's because he feels sorry for you, by the way." He said as you glared at him.

"You suck. Eat your damn bacon."

You sat in the main room sketching like usual, you leant against Bucky where he was on the couch watching tv.

The front door was opened by the doctors and you saw Steve entering with his wife, Peggy.

Bucky looked up and for a moment you could see a streak of jealously, you always had a feeling he liked Steve more than a friend.

"Hey, punk!" Steve said, rushing in to give Bucky a hug.

Bucky hugged him, holding onto him for as long as he could.

You glanced up every now and then from your sketchbook. Steve and Bucky sat together to talk as Peggy sat next to you.

"Hello, Y/N. How have things been?" She asked as you smiled softly.

"Not too bad." You muttered in response as Peggy glanced at Bucky and Steve.

"So... How's thing with you and Bucky?" She asked, turning back to you.

"Good, he's my closest friend in here and maybe out there too. He's the only one in here that doesn't care about my past...cause his is kind of worse." You muttered as she chuckled softly and nodded.

"I like Bucky... But, he's still lost in...an old love." You whispered glancing at him and Steve.

"Yeah, I know he's in love with Steve." Peggy muttered as you nodded.

"He's still convinced he's in the wrong universe. None of the medications work on him, he still thinks that this is some crazy simulation and he's a hero or villain or something?" You muttered as Peggy listened.

"Yeah... Steve told me he had a pretty bad episode last time he visited. Screaming about avengers or something." She replied, sadly.

The day dragged on and you continued to sketch while everyone spoke to their visitors, no one ever visited you, but you didn't really think much of it.

You were glad when everyone left and you could finally talk to Bucky again, once Steve had left he just stayed sitting at the table staring down.

You went over to him and sat across from him.

"Hey, how'd it go?" You asked, you could see he was deep in thought.

"They've got to him now too..." He whispered as you looked at him with worry.

"Buck... Do you think maybe it's time you had your medicine?" You asked in a soft tone before he slammed his fist on the table, altering everyone.

"You're apart of this, aren't you!? I can see right fucking through you!" He shouted lunging across the table and tackling you to the ground, he wrapped his hand around your throat as you looked up at him in fear.

Thankfully three nurses ran over and sedated him as you scurried away and caught your breath.

One of the nurses knelt beside you.

"Deep breaths, it's okay." She whispered, gently rubbing your shoulder.

You glanced over at Bucky on the floor unconscious.

"Will he be okay?" You muttered as the nurse offered you a reassuring smile.

"Yes, he just needs time to calm down. Why don't you go back to drawing before dinner?" She said as you returned her friendly smile and nodded.

You laid awake at night listening to the screams coming down the hallway, you knew it was Bucky in the isolation room.

You got up and slowly walked down the hallway to see nurses standing at the door to isolation.

"Y/N, it's okay. Head back to bed, okay?" The nurse said as you looked at him.

"I'm worried about him." You whispered as he sighed, he began to lead you back to your room.

"I know, Y/N. But, he's in the best care, okay? I know it's scary to listen to, but he isn't being hurt, he's just in a bad way right now." He said as you went back into your room.

"You promise you'll take care of him?" You muttered as he smiled.

"I promise, Y/N." He replied as you smiled.

You were about to turn around to go back to bed when everything paused...even the nurse in front of you.

"Hello?" You muttered walking up to him, suddenly it was as if he glitched and then disappeared into thin air.

You panicked and quickly sat on your bed and closed your eyes.

"It's not real, it's not real." You whispered over and over again.

The world around you began to disappear as you cried and started running down the hallway again.

"Bucky!" You scream the door to isolation disappeared as Bucky stood there staring at you.

"What's happening!?" You shouted in fear, he looked at you in shock, how only realising you were seeing the same thing he was.

He rushed forward and grabbed your hand.

"It's okay... It's okay, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I hurt you." He shouted, everything becoming loud as thing disappeared, you leapt forward and held onto Bucky. He wrapped his arms around you tightly in return.

You held onto Bucky as tight as you could, crying in fear when suddenly it all stopped, you pulled away and looked around to see you were standing in a black void.

"Y/N!" You heard a voice shout as you both looked around.

"What's happening?" You whispered as Bucky began to fade away.

"No! No, Bucky!" You screamed trying to grab him before he completely disappeared.

Suddenly you stood alone in the dark, scared as you cried, you looked down and your hands began to disappear.

"It's not real... It's not real." You whispered, sobbing your eyes out before everything went black.

You woke up with a gasp, feeling things attached to you as you panted and looked around to see you were in a hospital.

Was it just a dream or an episode you had?

"Bucky!" You screamed out before someone came rushing in.

"Y/N, it's okay. You're okay." He said as you looked up at him in confusion, your memory began to unblur as your eyes widened.

"Tony..." You whispered as he smiled.

"Yeah, yes that's me. Jesus, you scared us... Bucky is okay, he's in the other room." He said as you nodded a little and sat up slowly.

"What happened..." You whispered as Tony sat beside you and sighed.

"We were fighting against these weird ass aliens, we thought we took them down but, we found you and Bucky unconscious. You had been injected with some kind of venom and it trapped you inside your own mind." He said as you rubbed your head.

"How long were we out?" You asked as he looked at you sadly.

"It's been four months." He said as you stared forward trying to take in all of this information.

"It's going to take a while to get used to this again..." You whispered as Tony smiled sadly.

You heard a noise and looked up to see Bucky.

"Steve caught me up... So, in conclusion I was right the entire time and you weren't." He said as you laughed and shook your head.

"You fucking suck."

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shedobewritingalittle · 9 months

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Fourth of July

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Bucky visits the cemetery the first since Steve funeral, but he isn’t the only one that’s mourning on the Fourth of July.

Word Count: 2.3k

Rating: R

Warnings: Grief, self-harm, depression, death, mourning, mentions of infidelity

A/N: Listen, this has been in the works for a year, but I’ve been redoing this whole time. I wrote it listening to “Fourth of July” by Sufjan Stevens. Slight AU because I like to think that Bucky didn’t know that Steve was gonna do that shit.

It was humid in the city, making it feel a lot hotter than it actually was. He had started to sweat under the sweater he had pulled on and he tried his best to ignore the discomfort. The slight breeze made the various red, white, and blue decorations flap in the wind and carried the scent of someone grilling nearby. Hot dogs, he thinks.

As the sun started to set, the smell of gunpowder started to fill the air as the streetlights started to flicker on. Children ran past him as he walked on the sidewalk, sparklers held high in their hands. They giggled and laughed, their families yelling at them to be more careful. The man just keeps on walking, quickly crossing the street as soon as his destination came into the view.

Bucky shoved his hands into his pockets, keeping his cap covered head down as he walks into graveyard, gravel crunching under his feet. He hasn't been here since the funeral and he didn't really want to come today, but he knew he should.

A part of him still wanted to scream at his best friend, wants to ask him what was so special about Peggy Carter that he had to go and upend so many lives. The other part of him just wants to stand there and cry, mourn the loss of his best friend, his brother, the only tie to he had to his old life.

Yet, someone had beat him to it to that second one.

He didn't expect her to be kneeling there in front of the shining marble headstone, her body as still as the statues that dotted the cemetery. She doesn't hear him, or possibly just chooses to ignore that someone else was here to mourn over the same person today. He can see that she's saying something, but even with his super hearing he can't hear it.

Bucky stopped in his tracks, not knowing exactly what to do in this situation. Should he let her be, let her mourn? Should he call Sam and ask her to come sit with her? Raynor hadn't prepared him for this. He was barely getting his own feelings under control, so how was he supposed to help anyone else? Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He had only met her a handful of times, with most of them being before a fight. The first time that he had met her, the first time he actually can fully remember meeting her, was after the mess in Berlin, when his arm was caught in a vice because none of them knew if he was still Bucky. She had smiled at him and said in a saccharine sweet voice, “I will not hesitate to put you six feet under if you do that shit again, understood?”. It was after that comment, after Sam and Steve had both look at her almost in shock, that the latter had introduced her as his wife.

Before he knows it, his feet are carrying him towards her, his footsteps almost silent on the grass until a twig snaps and announces his approach. Y/N's back straightens, her body tensing. Bucky's feet don't stop though, not until he is standing right behind her. She keeps her eyes locked on his headstone, tears having left black colored tracks on her cheeks.

"Are you alright?" Bucky questions, immediately kicking himself for how stupid his question was. Of course she wasn't fucking alright. The woman was crying at her lover's grave on the man's birthday. You're a fucking idiot, James Buchanan Barnes. He watches as her eyes shut and she tilts her chin upward every so slightly, letting out a shaky breath. In the distance, fireworks go off, shimmering in the sky.

"You don't have to say anything-It's okay." He quickly replies, knowing that he wouldn't want to open up to someone that he hardly knew. Y/N sighs, her eyes fluttering open and she looks back down at the slab of marble. In front of it was dozens and dozens of offerings. Flags, small shields, candles, plastic red, white, and blue flowers, action figures of the man himself-all left by people they didn't know.

"I didn't think anyone was going to be here. I thought that since it was getting dark that everyone was going to be watching the fireworks." She tells him, her eyes scanning over the words on the headstone over and over again, as if the name was going to change, "I guess I was wrong."

"I didn't want him to be alone on his birthday." She cuts through his thoughts with a knife, stopping him in his tracks. Her voice sounds small, almost faraway as she continues, "I didn't want to come, didn't want to be here, but-but, I knew he shouldn't be alone on his birthday. No one should be alone on their birthday."

Red explodes in the sky, bathing them both in scarlet. Another flies past it- a green one this time-and bursts as the other fades, just as Bucky takes a seat beside her. He gives her ample space as he tries to get comfortable on the grass.

"No, no he shouldn't." Bucky echoes as he picks up a small action figure of Steve. The eyes are slightly crooked and the colors of his suit have been discolored by the sun, "Did he ever let you throw him a party? I tried, but the punk never let me. Always told me that we shouldn’t waste money on shit like that."

"A couple of times, but nothing too big. Just something small, no gifts, no frills." She answers, a faint smile appearing on her face, "Always gave me something to do. I've never been patriotic."

A bright white firework exploded in the sky, making it look like a thousand more stars had suddenly burst into existence before flickering out.

"You aren't patriotic but you married him?" He questions, holding the action figure in the air. She her smile grows ever so slightly as she shakes her head, her eyes turning towards the sky. Bright blue illuminates her, turning her cobalt for a few seconds.

"I see the irony in it too, don't worry."

There's a moment of silence between them. He looks away from her, his eyes focusing back on the headstone in front of them. The noise of the city celebrating still sounds then, the whistles of the fireworks flying into the sky, the cheers of happy children.

She had disappeared after the funeral.

No more public engagements, no more paparazzi shots. Sam had said that she hadn't been calling, hadn't talked to him at all since they laid Steve to rest. The lights were always off at the house she used to share with him in Brooklyn, but they knew she was home.

She didn't have anywhere else to go.

Her friends were either dead or spread to the wind. Her team was gone, splintered far beyond repair. She would’ve had her husband, but he had made his choice and now she sleeps in a bed that’s too big for her, in a house that’s too quiet, too empty.

"Do you think-Do you think we are allowed to be mad at him?" Her voice is no louder than a whisper when she decides to speak. Her eyes once more on the slab of marble, looking at it like the man himself was sitting there with them. She continues, her eyes watery, "I don't-I've been trying not to be angry with him, but I can't."

"I think so. He-He kind of screwed us over, didn't he?" Bucky answers, turning his head to look at her once more. Her thumb was twisting her gold wedding band around her finger, trying to calm herself, rating to rein in her emotions.

She was there was Steve came back, hair white and skin wrinkled. She hadn't said anything-No, she just looked at her husband, tears filling her eyes. There was no screaming, no sobbing, no real signs of any outward emotions other than her watery eyes. Steve had tried to talk, tried to explain himself, but she had just walked away. She knew what he did, where he had went. There was no point in arguing with him, with fighting over a choice he had already made so she didn’t. Bucky wonders if she had cried after that, if she had screamed into her pillow after being betrayed by the man she loved.

He didn’t know that an oh so familiar numbness had started to taken a hold her as she had walked away from the situation. She doesn’t remember any of the drive home-she honestly doesn’t understand how she able to drive at all. The next few days were a blur-she didn’t leave the house, hell, she didn’t even leave her bed unless she had to.

It had taken four days for it to finally settle in, for the pain to crack through and force itself through that numbness. There had been a lot of crying, of screaming during that time. Shattered picture frames, broken dishes. She kept to herself, not wanting to take her anger out on anyone as she processed everything.

At the funeral, she didn't say much to anyone. Everyone's condolences were met with a small smile and nod. She had stood in between Sam and Bucky in the front pew. Her back was rigid, her head held high. Her makeup and hair done perfectly-she had been the dutiful wife and now it seemed like she was becoming the perfect little widow. For a second, Bucky had thought she was processing this all well-better than him, at least-until Sam suddenly grabbed her hand in the middle of someone's eulogy. She had been scratching the back of her hands until they were bloody and raw, her pale pink nails discolored by garnet.

Another firework screams its way into the sky, exploding and illuminating them in emerald for a brief moment. She shifts in the grass, drawing her knees into her chest, making her look smaller than she actually is.

"I miss him. I-I don't know if I should, but I miss him. I still love him." She announces, barely loud enough for him to hear, "No matter what he did, I still love him. I-I wish I didn't, I think it might make it all easier."

"I yelled at him, both Sam and I did. He tried to justify it, wanted Sam to convince you to forgive him." Bucky confesses, his eyes still on her. She turns her head to look at him, brows furrowed, “He didn’t understand why you were so angry with him.”

“I talked to him before he-He didn’t want me to be mad at him. He didn’t want to leave with us with in the middle of fight. Didn’t want to leave it like that. He couldn’t stand it when we fought and these past five years-God, it felt like that was all we did. Everything I did wasn’t good enough fir him.” She looks back down at the ground, fingers picking at the grass, “I kept askin’ him ‘Why?’ and he couldn’t give me an answer. He told me that he loved me, but he also loved her. He acted that’s all he needed to say.”

“I know he had a family with her. Had kids, grandkids, the whole shebang. He had told me-He told me that after we fixed everything-after we brought everyone back that we were gonna settle down like we always talked about, that we could start trying and God, I knew it sounded too good to be true.” Emotion is wrapping around her neck like a noose, making her words strained as tears start to roll down her cheeks, “And I wanted it so bad. I wanted a family with him, even though things were shit and he was pushing me away, I still wanted that. I thought-I thought that finally everything was okay and I feel like an idiot for believing it.”

Her words hang in the air above them, above his grave. They weighed heavily on Bucky, forcing his shoulders down. Steve had promised her a family, a quiet life-some semblance of normalcy and had ripped it away for what? For a woman he knew less than a year? Bucky had asked him if he had regret what he did and Steve hadn’t responded. He had just changed the subject, deciding to instead talk about the quality of his hospital food.

“You’re not an idiot. You didn’t-You didn’t know he was going to do this. None of us did.“ Bucky replies, his voice just as quiet as hers had been moments before. She just sits there, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Both of them just looked at the grave in front of them, a dozen different emotions flowing between the two.

The tears on her face have started to dry. In the distance they could hear music playing, people laughing, and celebrating. They continued to sit quietly in the cemetery, the buzzing of cicadas and fireworks turning into white noise.

"Shall we look at the moon, my little loon?

Why do you cry?

Make the most of your life, while it is rife

While it is light

Well, you do enough talk

My little hawk, why do you cry?

Tell me, what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?

Or the Fourth of July?

We're all gonna die"

#bucky barnes/reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers/reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #steve rogers

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I know where I belong. Part 10

----------------------------------------------------- Warning- Angst for Steve, Fluff for everyone. -----------------------------------------------------

“What the hell!” Nat shouts and grabs Sharon by her hair and starts to beat the shit out of her. Bucky just gave one look to Tony, who quickly gave him permission to go ahead. John pleaded and begged to have mercy on him. “She thought I work in higher authority with the Shield and started to flirt with me, I just went along. I’m sorry!!” Sharon was shocked to hear that “What do you mean I thought? You are not Director’s favorite person?” She asks in disbelief. Tony laughed clearly understanding the misunderstanding. “Did you just go to him because of what I said earlier?” Sharon nods frantically and Tony laughs again. “I said it in sarcasm, he is demoted from his position.” Tony clears it out for Sharon.

Sharon’s face was pale. Steve who was quiet all this time looked at her in rage. "How could you do this to me Sharon? After everything I've done for you, why?" Steve yells at her in disbelief fuming in anger "Steve listen to me it was a mistake.” she tried to plead with him. But Steve was in no mood to listen shaking his head and raising his hand up to stop her, "Everyone tried to warn me but I ignored them for you, for us." "They are just jealous because of Y/n that bitch" "Don't you dare talk ill about her" he shouts and warns her cutting her mid-sentence. "The saying is right 'once a cheater always a cheater'" Steve scoffs. "Oh, that’s rich coming from you, of all people!" She proudly scoffs at him. Bucky was quick to respond to her "What’s that supposed to mean? Huh? Because he cheated on Y/n with you?" "YES! That’s exactly what I mean!" she huffed out in frustration. "Get out!” Steve yells again, his vein popping in anger.

“You heard him.” You tell her proudly, standing next to Nat, Bucky right next to you, holding your hand. “Your bags are packed, you no longer have access to the tower. Bye bye bitch.” Nat smiles and tells her in a stern voice. Sharon looks at each one of you, in hopes someone will help her. But all she gets are angry glares. She gulps nervously and leaves.

After Sharon left, it took a week for things to go back to normal, well for Steve that is. He realized his mistake, what a fool he was to let go of you for something like Sharon. He was in deep realization of how different Peggy and Sharon are, but then there is you, different from both of them. Steve was determined to sort things out with you.

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"Y/n I'm so sorry for everything, if you can you forgive me please." Steve looks at you with sad eyes hoping for forgiveness. "Thank you for giving me the chance to find someone who wants to keep up with me, Steve, maybe one day you’ll find someone who is meant for you. I might forgive you but I can’t forget what you did, but thanks to you, I know where I belong. Goodbye Steve." you gave him a small smile and turned towards Bucky kissing his cheek, you left the two friends alone to talk.

"Will she ever forgive me?" Steve asks and Bucky gives a squeeze to Steve's shoulder "You tossed the woman you claimed to love onto the streets to replace her with someone like Sharon, if you wanted her to be your best girl, you shouldn’t have left her in the first place. While you cheated on her, you broke her heart and didn’t even care, we are still friends Steve but it will take time for things to get back to normal and as for Y/n it's her decision.” "I know, I will appreciate whatever she decides and thank you Buck for still being my friend, I'm happy for you both." "Next time I see Walker again, he is getting worse beating than you did" Bucky tells him, making Steve laugh. "You and me both Punk", both friends hugged each other happily.

Later that night... On his way to his room Steve heard noises with his enhanced hearing. That's when he saw you and Bucky kissing, lost in each other.

"Bucky! I love you so much!"

Steve blinked at the view, feeling his heart break all over again and knowing he was the cause of all of this. He used to be the only one that could make you say those things, moan like that, yet here he was, getting a taste of his own medicine. At this moment, Steve felt like how you did when you saw him with Sharon. He did something unforgivable, so he could live his life with the person he thought he wants, who in return broke his heart. For now, he had a lone long journey for himself and hopefully you and him can be decent friends at least.

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"So, how are you? Bucky asks kissing your forehead" "So much better thanks to you" you smile at him. "Are you happy with me?" Bucky asks in all seriousness. "More than you can imagine, are you happy?" you ask him playfully. Shaking his head, he smiles "I'm, more than you can imagine" "Hey" you pouted and he kissed your lips continuing swinging you in his arms to the beautiful music playing in the background dreaming about his future with you. "So, should we listen to someone else, other than Bruno Mars?" "I should punish you for asking that, but to answer your question, maybe." You hide your face on his chest, while Bucky smiles, continuing to day dream about his future with you.

----------------------------------------------------- (Hey lovely people here is the last part of the alternate series. I hope you all enjoy it. I had an amazing time writing. Like all good things this story has come to an end. But one story ends and another begins. Enjoy and take care all. Comments and feedbacks are appreciated. Requests are always open. 😊❤️) -----------------------------------------------------

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gaysindistress · 6 months

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Van Helsing Retold - three

pairings: vamp hunter!reader x vamp!bucky

Summary: Under the cover of night, vampires and their hunters have been at war for centuries, never letting their bloodshed reach the light of day. That is until the wife of a powerful vampire leader, Steve Rogers is murdered and he demands revenge. Y/N Van Helsing is the target of his crusade and she comes face to face with his right hand man, Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: cursing

Word count: 2.5k

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The smell that hasn’t left my mind for the last three, no four, I don’t know how many days but that’s besides the point. That smell has wrapped its imaginary arms around me and is holding me tight against its strong chest as I wake up. Sam’s voice is floating around me but the heartbeat in the chest I'm leaning against is louder, pounding in time with my own. Another voice, one that’s vaguely familiar and pulls at a thread somewhere inside of me, says something to Sam.

I feel something shift and I squint my eyes in an attempt to see my surroundings. We’re in a car now and Sam is driving. There must be someone else with us if he’s driving and I’m being cradled like a child.

Wait.

Fuck.

The vampire from the warehouse.

The vampire from the warehouse that’s been haunting my every waking and sleeping moment.

He was the one who barged in on our meeting with Helumt. He was the reason I felt an anger so violent and hostile that it threatened to make me sick. He was the reason Sam and I got out of there safely while I was a limp noodle in Sam’s arms.

Scratch that; a limp noodle in his arms. He’s the one who carried me out and is holding me tight as if i'll turn into ash if he lets me go.

“Van Helsing?” Sam’s voice calls to me and I blink at him through the rearview mirror, “Oh good you’re awake!”

“Thank you for the insightful observation, Wilson,”I shoot back and I feel a small rumble of laughter against my back. I want to look and confirm what I know to be true but I don’t want to admit it. I don’t want to admit that this vampire has saved my ass at least twice now. I don’t want to admit that I’m comfortable and I feel safe nestled in his arms. I don’t want to admit that I haven’t stopped thinking about him or that I’ve seen him in my dreams. I don’t want to admit that there’s a part of me that awoke that day and it aches when he’s not around.

“Wanna explain what happened?” Sam asks, throwing an accusing look at me

“Well if I had to guess, I’d say I fainted because I’m fresh out of the infirmary and I have a mild head wound that’s still healing. Oh and don’t forget the venom that’s eating away at my hand. I’d say I’m not exactly in fighting shape and my brain knocked me out so I wouldn’t hurt myself anymore.”

The vampire recoils a bit at the mention of my head wound and loosens his grip. Whatever anger of his that is left in me causes me to push off of him and face him.

“And you need to explain why you were at the club and the warehouse.”

His pale eyes widen at the anger directed at him but nonetheless he explains, “I was sent to find Peggy after she didn’t show up for an appointment and Sam asked me to come to the meeting with Helmut.”

It’s my turn to be wide eyed as I snap my eyes to Sam in the rearview mirror, “Sam did what now?”

“I said I had a lead,” he mumbles, not meeting my gaze.

“You didn’t tell me your lead was the fucking right hand to the leader of the Captain’s Guard!”

“If you know how I am then why did you ask me why I was at the warehouse?” The vampire asks, annoyed like I’m the problem.

“You,” I point my venomous finger at him, “don’t get to talk until I say so. As for Sam, you need to explain right the fuck now how and why you’re in bed with the Captain’s Guard.”

“I’m not in bed with them, Jesus,” he scoffs, “he called ME as a matter of fact and i knew that if we were going to make it out of that nightclub alive, we would need backup.”

I narrow my eyes at the vampire and he raises his eyebrows at me as if to remind me that he’s not allowed to speak until I say. I roll my eyes and tell him to start talking.

“As much as I hate all of you hunters, I hate your Guild Master even more. Killing Peggy was a shit call on his part and he’s going to let you and anyone else who tries to help you, take the fall. I told Sam that I would help him find the anti venom for your hand if he helped me frame Walker for Peggy’s death.”

I stay quiet for a moment as I try to process what he’s said, “that doesn’t explain why you’re doing this. I’m a Van Helsing, you should hate me more than any other hunter.”

He studies me, his eyes looking me up and down before he speaks, “I made a promise to your mother and she scares me more than you do.”

“My mother?”

Sam clears his throat and I shoot him daggers with my eyes.

Confusions hits me.

“She died when I was a baby. Peggy killed her.”

“That might be what she told everyone but it’s not true. I took your mother to a safe house to heal and she made me promise that I would never hurt you or let any hurt befall you.”

“You’re lying.”

“Trust me, I fucking wish I was.”

“Sam?” I look at my fellow hunter, “Is he telling the truth?”

The Falcon as he liked to call himself, refused to meet my gaze once again. He’d been maybe 17-18 when I showed up at the Guild as a small and crying baby. In true Van Helsing fashion, I had been wrapped in a black blanket with one of my family’s stakes tucked next to me and placed in a wicker basket on the doorstep of the previous Guild Master’s house. Tony had only been in his early 20s, the youngest Master to take over but he, Sam, and Happy raised me like I was their own. Now that Tony was dead and Happy hadn’t been seen in years, Sam would be the only person who knew what happened to my parents. I’d thought the story he’d told me, the one that Peggy had thrown at me, was the truth but from the way his eyes stay trained on the road, I realize it was a lie.

“Sam,” I try as my voice trembles, “is he telling the truth?”

The vampire’s hand gently grips my chin and pulls my face so that I’m looking at him.

“He’s not to blame. She made us all promise to keep you safe even if that meant lying to you.”

I slap his hand away, “Don’t touch me. I don’t give a single fuck what my mother said or what she made you promise. I don’t even know you so how can I even trust anything you have to say? As for Sam, he’s just as bad as you are and the moment we get to the Guild….”

He grips my chin again and forces me to stare into his eyes as he persuades me, “You will not speak of this to anyone and until I say so, you will stay silent and not move.”

My mouth and body comply without my permission.

Without control over my body, I zone out. Disassociate is a better word for the way I can’t remember the drive, getting out of the car, or how I’ve come to be sat on an emerald green tufted couch. Sam and the vampire are conversing in low voices but it doesn’t matter. I can’t hear them. My brain has effectively shut out everything but the sounds of rain hitting the window behind me and the fire that crackles out to my right. My eyes are trained on an open book that sits on a coffee table in front of me. I can’t read the words from this distance but I can at least appreciate that the owner of this house likes to read.

I feel a hand gently grip my chin and I find myself looking into those pale eyes as he grants me freedom of my body. Sam is tense, ready to grab me if I attack but I don’t. I stay in my corner of the couch and pull my legs up, not caring if my boots ruin the upholstery. I drop my forehead to rest on my knees and I would’ve assumed that anyone else would’ve walked away but the vampire doesn’t. He, instead, sits on the coffee table and leans forward so his forearms rest on his thighs.

“I’m sorry I persuaded you,” he offers the olive branch of pleasantness in a small voice, “I couldn’t let you get yourself hurt.”

“Or worse,” is unspoken but I can feel it in the weight of his gaze that’s fixed on top of my head.

“I still can't understand why you care what happens to me,” I say barely above a whisper but I know he hears me.

“I already told you.”

“And I don’t believe you.”

“You don’t have to nor do I expect you to,” there’s an odd heaviness in his words that I also feel in my throat. Rejection and frustration sit on my chest, constricting my breathing but it’s not mine.

“Good to know we’re on the same page.”

“Y/N,” Sam chides me from behind the vampire, “he’s not the enemy here. He can help get rid of Walker like you’ve been wanting.”

“I didn’t mean kill him!” I shout at him, “sure he’s annoying and pushy and the worst hunter I’ve ever seen but that doesn’t mean that he needs to die.”

Sam gives me a blank stare, “how many times has he sent you to do some crazy shit where you’ve almost gotten killed?”

I don’t answer. He’s not wrong; Walker has sent me on several suicide missions, Peggy being the most recent but most certainly not the last. Once again I can feel someone else’s emotions rise in me, squeezing the life out of my internal organs as they try to crawl out. Stealing a glance at the vampire, I see that his face is contorted with anger but he’s trying and failing to hide it.

I swear to all things holy if this is somehow his doing.

“It’s not for certain that Steve will kill him,” Sam adds.

The vampire before me shoots me a concerned look before looking over his shoulder at Sam, “I hope you’re joking.”

“I didn’t say he wouldn’t make him wish he was dead, just that he might not kill him.”

The vampire turns to me again, “it’s up to you, Y/N.”

I furrow my brows at him, confused about how he knows my name.

“That’s the least of your concerns,” he shoots back as if I’d said it out loud. I didn’t think I had but I shake it off.

“Give me the anti venom first and then I’ll decide.”

“That’s not how negotiations work.”

“Do I look like I give a fuck? Anti venom and then I’ll decide if I’m going to sell my soul to the devil.”

He rolls my eyes at the dramatics of my statement, “it’s not that easy.”

“It really is.”

“No it’s not,” he says sternly and I want to fire back more but he continues, “Helmut was right. Whatever anti venom we find won’t work on you. What you need is damn near impossible to get unless you’re willing.”

“And what do I need to be willing to do?”

Sam tenses and shoots nervous glances between us. I narrow my eyes at him and then look back to the vampire, repeating my question.

“Drinking the blood of the vampire that infected a moral can reverse the turning process only if they’re in the midst of it.”

“Peggy’s dead, how does that help me?”

The vampire doesn’t seem to even register that I asked a question, “Do you know what mates are?”

I blink at him, “excuse me?”

“Do you…”

“Yes I know what they are, why?” I snap and interrupt him.

Annoyance flashes in his blue eyes, “the mating bond doesn’t awaken until a mortal has completed the process. There have been a few cases where it can happen during. If that happens, the blood of the vampire mate can reverse it but it severs the bond completely and can kill the vampire. It’s like taking out our hearts and expecting our blood to keep pumping.”

“Well you don’t have a beating heart so…”

“You get the point,” he snaps back.

“What does this have to do with me?” I ask while looking between him and Sam. The latter is already looking at me with a mixture of sadness and… hope in his dark eyes. Whatever hope he’s placed in this vampire is sorely mistaken and he’d be better to place it in our Guild Master John Walker.

The vampire’s watching me, studying me for any indication of what I’m thinking or feeling. It makes me uneasy to have his full attention on me but I can’t show it. Instead I drop my feet back to the ground and cross my arms over my chest as I repeat my question, “I’m not a vampire nor am I in the turning process so what do mating bonds have to do with me?”

“You are in the process. Stopped, frozen, or slow, you’re still turning and since you killed the one who infected you, the mating bond is the only way to save you.”

I laugh.

I laugh so loud and so hard that both men flinch. I laugh so long that my chest hurts and my lungs burn. Tears prick my eyes and my entire body aches from how long I laugh. When my laughter finally stops and I’m clutching my sides, I look between the two men. Neither mirror my amusement and it’s only slightly concerning.

“What?”

Sam shakes his head, “this is serious, Y/N.”

“I’m well aware that this is serious but you can’t seriously believe that I would fall for any of the bullshit he’s spewing.”

The vampire flinches slightly, “I’m telling the truth. What reason do I have to lie?”

“Oh just about a million,” I scoff before standing up, “my head is starting to hurt again, is there somewhere I can lay down?”

The vampire doesn’t respond but Sam stands too and leads me out of the room. Hurt beings to deep into my chest and it twists around inside me, causing a deep ache to start throbbing.

“He’s trying to help you,” Sam says softly with an edge of disappointment.

“But why? Sam, he’s Bucky Barnes, the right hand of the Captain’s Guard. He has no reason other than his own selfish ones to help us and I can’t trust just that.”

“Then trust that your mom and I trust him.”

I stop dead in my tracks, “as far as I’m concerned she died that night and your word has come to mean nothing to me.”

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfic #marvel imagine #bucky barnes reader insert #marvel #vampire!bucky x reader #vampire bucky barnes #vampire au #van helsing retold bucky #van helsing retold bucky barnes

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Touch Me like No Man Could Ever~ Peggy Carter xFem Reader

Hey hey hey.

I was feeling a bit deprived of some female touch, so I wrote this. And yes, it doesn’t exactly follow plot line but give me some grace lol. So here it is; Peggy Carter and her milf energy.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, eating out, implied fucking, mommy kink, bit of an age gap (all legal), overall milf energy

About short to medium length… sorry I didn’t count lol.

Enjoy (;

It started out with her moving into your apartment. “Margaret Carter, Call me Peggy” she had said when you two had first met. Everything had been going smoothly. She went to work at her phone company, and you did your studies. Yes, she was a bit older than you, but that was no matter. In fact, it was quite lovely having a more responsible and caretaking roommate, who wouldn’t party all night or bring a different boy back every night like the roommates of the past. No, Peggy was civilized. And kind.

But as she was hungrily eating you out on the kitchen table, you began to rethink your previous conclusion. Civilized? No, this woman was carnal. And in the hottest way. The way she ate your pussy out, you could have sworn you saw god.

This whole thing had started because Peggy had come back from her work early clearly ticked off. She muttered something about “Thompson” as she put on the kettle. “Something the matter, Peg?” you had asked her. She had deflected your question with her usually concern for you and your well-being. “Well ok then” you had said as you continued to read your book, not wanting to pry but desperately wanting to know. And then all of a sudden Peg huffed “I just do not understand.” Understand what?” you asked, setting your book down. “Men.” she said with another heavy sigh, “Bloody Men.”

She just wouldn’t stop. You were on your third or fourth orgasm, you had simply lost count. And by now she was curling her fingers inside your walls with her lips brushing your ears. “Cum for me again, Darling. Fuck, give me one more”.

“Don’t ask me, I don’t get men either” you chuckled. She huffed as she poured herself some hot tea. She asked if you’d want some, and you politely declined as always. “What about men exactly?” you asked unprompted, but it just slipped out. She sighed heavily again and began a long winded answer to your question which you slowly started to regret as a wet spot began to pool in your undergarments. She rounded of her tangent by stating “And then there’s the way all men approach women; with the simple idea that we will just open our legs for them the second they get in our near area!” You gulped and just sat there, staring at her. Fuck, you’d open her legs for her if she came in your near vicinity…

That thought seemed highly ironic now, as she made you see stars for the fourth or fifth time in a row on the kitchen table. But this time, your voice couldn’t resist itself as you moaned “Fuuuuuck, Mommy”.

Now you got bold, “Show me what you mean, I’m not sure I understand”. Boy, would you regret that statement, as Peg walked up to you and opened your legs. In fact you immediately regretted the statement, because she instantly noticed her ever growing wet spot. And she just smirked, leaned in and whispered “Let me show you, Darling”

She looked up at you in surprise at first but immediately replaced with lust. “Say it again” she taunted. “Mommy…” you mewled, completely out of it from the fourth, fifth, or whatever numbers of climaxes she had pushed you over. “Say it again and I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t even remember your own name” she taunted with even more lust coating her voice. “Mommmmmy” you moaned in her ear, almost begging her to continue, She just chuckled darkly. And let’s just say that you got no sleep that night and could definitely not walk in the morning. Oh, and that Mommy definitely fulfilled her promise…

#peggy carter #mcu fanfiction #marvel mcu #peggy carter smut #agent carter #agent carter smut #marvel smut #smut #captain carter #captain carter smut #marvel

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 4 months

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Episode 2 of What If Season 2 poked the Peggy hornet’s nest and did exactly what I thought it would.

So, for context, in this reality Yondu actually handed Peter Quill over to Ego when he was supposed to, and within just 6 months Ego was able to corrupt his son into a conqueror, so they invade Earth together. Peggy is director of SHIELD at the time, and she and Howard work together to assemble a proto-Avengers team to stop them. The team consists of Hank Pym, Bill Foster, T’Chaka, Thor, Wendy Lawson (who I think is from Captain Marvel), and… wait for it… the Winter Motherfucking Soldier.

Yes, for real.

And because I know you’re thinking it, the excuse given is that he is in the hands of the Russians during this time, so Peggy and Howard couldn’t possibly have known about it UwU. Anyway, when they see him there’s a super drawn-out moment where they both think they recognize him (and it’s while he still has the mask on, so while this probably wasn’t intentional I actually read that as yet another middle finger to Steve, as Peggy could apparently recognize Bucky even under his disguise while Steve couldn’t). And then, Howard says, I shit you not: “I'd heard the rumors, but even if they’re true, the man we knew is long-gone, Peg, and we have bigger fish to fry.” And then later in the episode, with no segway from that to this, there’s a scene where they’re all together and the Winter Soldier has his mask off, and actually speaks.

So, at least in this universe, Howard and Peggy are 100% aware that Bucky Barnes is in fact the Winter Soldier. Later on in the episode Howard attempts to get through to him, but only when it becomes a necessity to save the world (because he is about to kill Peter Quill while Hank is trying to convince him to turn on Ego), but it’s still pretty damning. And then at the end of the episode, rather than trying to rehabilitate him, they just let him go. Like, it’s not the same situation as Steve where he was out cold and unable to do anything, they could have taken Bucky in and tried to break his programming, but they didn’t. It’s left ambiguous what will happen to him after that, so it’s not like they sent him back to Hydra, but Hydra is still out there in this universe, so my hopes aren’t high.

TLDR; this episode attempts to handwave away the very strong possibility that the Howard and Peggy of the Prime Timeline knew what was happening to Bucky, but in doing so unintentionally made them look so much worse.

I don't... I can't even... WTF did I just read? (not you of course, I mean, what is wrong with Marvel?) 🤦‍♀️

So they use Bucky while brainwashed and/or still with Hydra's BS in his mind, and they don't even care to help him out after? They see a victim and they use him and then turn away from him, not caring about his well-being? And, I assume, Howard and Lady Brexit are still framed as good guys? And how are they any better than Hydra in that story?! The absolute nerve...

Once I read the spoilers a few days ago and saw they were going to have her as Director of SHIELD, I just knew they were going to absolve her of everything and never have her answer for any of her actions. And of course the only one who says he had "heard rumours" was Howard, not her. She's an angelic glorious being incapable of doing anything wrong. What in the absolute narrative protection is this...

Howard and Miss Brexit couldn't possibly know about Bucky... yeah, right. Except for the fact that they knew what Zola had done, because Steve told them, and they still willingly worked alongside him, even gave him a nickname. Oh Arnie, my beloved, wasn't it fun when you tortured Steve's best friend? Let's have some beer. I don't see how Miss "I shoot innocents when I'm jealous" Brexit could have recognized Bucky considering she didn't give a damn about him after Steve risked his own life against her wishes to save him, but apparently in this she can tell who he is even with a mask on? Damn girl, did you inject the serum in him yourself?

And I'm sorry but what is this... “I'd heard the rumors, but even if they’re true, the man we knew is long gone.” Excuse me? Oh, good enough to use but not good enough to save? How is the everloving hell is that even a line?! Oh my god, Marvel, just say you hate Bucky and go. I don't get it, what, he's the guy who ruins their beloved Steggy nonsense and they can't help themselves, they have to drag him through the mud for daring to be more important to Steve than Miss Brexit here? (And I say that as a non-shipper but holy crap, this is nuts.)

Not even in another timeline are these two somewhat redeemable. And Bucky is fucked up no matter what. Typical.

So the Infinity Saga had Stark as their golden boy and now it's Agent Brexit's time to shine... Will the Hero Cinematic Universe ever provide any heroes of narrative protection or are they going to choose the bad ones only? Oh, you're a soldier kidnapped, tortured and brainwashed? Go ahead and make amends, you monster. Oh, you willingly worked for the TVA and tortured and killed because you wanted to? Poor you, let us frame you as good and pat you on the back, you sweet thing.

Wow, I got mad in this one. Sorry. I have the Bucky feels right now 😜😂

#I'm so happy I'm not watching this series #anti peggy carter #mcu critical #what if spoilers #pro bucky barnes

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Craving some okay-dad-Howard again.

"Dad?" Tony asked, leaning into the office. The door was open, he reminded himself. If Howard didn't want to be disturbed, he would have shut the door. "The caterer is putting the leftovers in the fridge."

"Fine," Howard replied, not looking up from his paperwork.

Tony waited a beat, shifting on his feet nervously. Howard didn't say anything about it, though, like how he should stand up straight, stop pussyfooting around, be a man. Finally, he said, "Aunt Peggy was looking for you."

"Yes, well," Howard said, still keeping his gaze focused on something. "This might be the one time she'll understand me not seeing her."

Tony waited again, then finally looked down at his shuffling feet. "I'm sorry."

Howard was quiet a moment, pen scratching over paper, before he shifted in his seat. "And what, exactly, are you sorry for?" he finally asked, sounding annoyed.

"Well," Tony began quietly, and when Howard grunted at him to speak up, he tried again, louder, "Well. It's my fault, isn't it?"

There was a snap of papers, and Tony lifted his head in surprise to find that Howard had smacked the paper he'd been reading onto the desk, scowling at him. "And what is supposed to be your fault?"

Howard was going to make him say it, Tony realized, heart falling to his toes. "Mom wouldn't have been out if she wasn't coming to meet me. She'd still be here if it wasn't for me."

Howard stared at him, mouth dropping open. He somehow looked even angrier that Tony had admitted it. Maybe he wasn't supposed to admit fault. Stark men were made of iron. They shouldn't admit to being wrong, maybe.

"Tony," Howard snapped, getting to his feet abruptly. "It is not your fault that your mother was mugged between walking from the bank to the restaurant you were meeting at."

Tony dropped his gaze again. "Mom wanted to eat at Michael's. I wanted to show her that diner."

"Your mother went because she wanted to see what you were interested in," Howard told him sharply, circling the desk to come toward him. "She was very happy to have that date with you. She talked about it during all of breakfast that day."

Tony looked up at him from beneath his lashes. "She did?"

"I remember that entire morning," Howard said sternly. "I remember the way she smiled all the way through her morning routine, the way she told me her itinerary for the day, how happy she was to schedule out two hours for you. She was glowing. She said you were so grown up. It had been a long time since someone had invited her out." His angry expression faded, just a little. "I... I should have taken her out more. I should have... she said you invited us both. I should have gone with her. I... I should have been there. I should... I could have protected her. I should have been there."

"Dad," Tony choked out, helpless.

"I should have been there," Howard said, then reached out, grasping Tony's arms tight, tugging him in.

It had been years since he'd been hugged by his father. Tony sucked in a wet breath, burying his face in his chest. "I should have gone to meet her at the bank. It was just a diner. We could have gotten another table."

"We could have done many things," Howard said, clutching him tight. "But we didn't. And maybe we'd have been left alone, if things were different." He pushed Tony back, scowling at him, and gave him a little shake. "I don't blame you at all, Tony. It isn't your fault. When I think about how long you must have waited for your mother to appear--she wanted to be there, Tony."

"I know," Tony said, choking on the words, and Howard dragged him back in for a hug that left bruises when he finally pulled away.

#ideas #good dad howard #tony stark #howard stark

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FINDING YOU Chapter 4

Summary: You're in a relationship with Steve Rogers, but his best friend just always seems to be around!

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: angst

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 4

The murky morning light barely permeated the drawn curtains as your eyes opened to your phone alarm. Steve's place was empty beside you, he had gone for his morning run and let you sleep in. You were glad, it had been a late night and you were struggling to get up as it was. The sound of wind and rain pounded on the glass and a chill crept through your spine as you eventually threw back the covers. You sighed, it looked like it was going to be a rather gloomy day.

Steve hadn't made it home before you needed to leave and Bucky was nowhere to be seen. A pang of loneliness stabbed your heart and you tried to shake off the ridiculous feeling. You had no reason to feel that way, you had a wonderful boyfriend who loved you and a secondhand best friend who continued to keep you at arm's length, but had a strangely comforting presence in your life. So you shook off the insecurities and set up the coffeepot for them to use when they got home.

The morning seemed to plod along as a series of mundane lessons, the kids in your classes seemed just as apathetic as you felt that morning. So instead of micromanaging their activities, you let them run wild with their training. At least you had lunch with May to look forward to, her pragmatic approach to life would shake you out of the Monday slump you were in.

You were imagining just how she'd roll her eyes and glare at you until you had forgotten about your problems. Head in the clouds you almost ran face first into Agent May.

"Hey!" you smiled at your friend and colleague.

"Come," she turned on her heel and marched off in the opposite direction from where you'd come.

You sighed. This wasn't going to be good.

"Where're we going?" you asked. "May?"

Melinda May ignored you, and kept walking. And like the good agent you were, you followed orders. She led you to her car and got in.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" you asked, sliding into the passenger seat.

She started the ignition and pulled out of the car park.

"May, you're scaring me. What is going on?" You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the anxiety bubbling up, just waiting to boil over as you demanded an answer.

You studied May's impassive features, watching her open and close her mouth a few times, trying to find the words. "There was an… incident."

"What kind of incident?" You felt exasperated by her lack of clarity.

"We found a time jumper."

"Ooo…kay? And how exactly does this affect me?"

"It's Peggy Carter."

May's words rang in your ear like an exploded bomb. It felt like your whole world had slowed down, your heart sounded louder than you'd ever heard it, your mouth went dry and you couldn't focus on the road in front of you.

You hardly registered May calling your name or the short lived hand on your shoulder. The transference of your emotions from you made her withdraw sharply.

Thoughts whirled around your brain like a tornado. How did this happen? Why did it happen? Why was she here? Was there another end of the world catastrophe that needed to be dealt with? In the end, none of those questions mattered. You knew one thing was certain, you'd just lost the man you loved.

You heard your name again.

"Yeah?" you turned to face May, eyes taking in your familiar surroundings. She had pulled up outside your apartment building. "Why are we here?

"Peggy is asking for him," she said, softly.

"So you brought me here because…?"

"I thought you should tell him."

You scoffed. "Gee, thanks. What do you expect me to do? Go and tell him that the love of his life is back and that he can have her?" You sounded slightly hysterical and tears had filled your eyes.

May's stoic expression remained unchanged, but her eyes betrayed her sympathy.

"I assume he is upstairs?"

"Yeah," you sighed.

Reluctantly you climbed out of the SUV and trudged up the stairs to your second floor apartment. You paused at the door, steeling yourself to the inevitable conversation once you'd entered. The key slid in and turned with ease and the door swung open without you even trying.

"Steve?"

"Ace? What're you doing home?"

You opened your mouth to answer but no sound came out. As soon as you told him everything would change, was it wrong of you to cling on to those last fleeting moments of happiness? You walked over to where Steve was washing dishes.

The urge to break down and let him hold you was overwhelming. The blonde had the warmest, most comforting embrace and you wanted nothing more to be consoled by the one person who was about to break your heart.

"Ace?" Steve's look was concerned.

"Yeah?" You pushed back the tears.

"Everything OK?"

"Yeah." You made a show of taking off your jacket and putting it on a chair so you could hide your face. It was annoying how easily he could read your emotions.

"Give me a minute, I'm almost done with this."

You couldn't wait, you didn't want to. It was much easier to wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face between his shoulder blades. So you did just that. The heat he emanated, his strong steadfast sturdiness is what you clung to.

Steve dried his hands and wrapped his fingers around your wrists. Gently he pried your finger apart and turned around to face you.

"Talk to me Ace, why are you home in the middle of the day?"

You shrugged, "I wanted to see you?"

"Now why don't I believe that?"

"OK, but I need you to do one thing before I tell you."

"Ace, what is it?" Concern was etched across his face.

"I just need one thing from you first."

"What do you want?"

"Kiss me," you whispered.

"What?" Steve was astounded by your request.

"Kiss me, please?" You wished you didn't sound so desperate.

He complied with your request, leaning down he placed a quick peck on your lips.

"No, Steve. Kiss me like you mean it."

"I always mean it, Ace."

"Then show me."

Steve wanted to demand a reason for your behavior from you but he knew you could be just as stubborn as he was. It was easier to give you what you wanted. Not that it was a difficult request.

He bent forwards again, locking his lips with yours and you closed your eyes to take in every sensation, committing it to memory; the pressure, their texture, how soft they felt against yours. The eternity you wanted to be lost in was over in mere seconds. Steve’s hands lingered on your face, his thumbs caressed your cheeks for a little longer, leaving you with a gentle forehead kiss.

“Ace?”

You held his hands to your face, hoping he would never let go.

“Hey, talk to me,” his voice was low, as though he was talking to a scared animal.

That’s how you felt, skittish and ready to run with the slightest movement. Instead you took a deep breath and broke away from the perfect bubble you’d wrapped yourself in. You took his hands from your face and led Steve to the couch.

“Let’s sit for a bit.”

Steve sat beside you, your knees touching, your hands wrapped around his. He watched you expectantly.

“Steve… you remember how you were able to time travel?”

Steve nodded and you heard yourself continue to speak, almost like you were watching someone else.

“Well that’s not the only method of time travel. We’ve had someone who has traveled here from the past. Someone you know.”

Steve frowned quizzically at you.

“Peggy.” Your voice was barely audible.

It was slow, but you could feel him pulling his hands from yours. Your doubts, your fears, your worries, every single one of them had been confirmed at that moment.

“Are you sure?” The hope in his voice felt like a knife through your heart.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “May told me.”

“Where is she?”

“S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.”

Steve stood up, he looked like a deer in headlights, not knowing what to do next. He was looking at you but you knew he didn’t see you.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“May's waiting in the car.” You heard yourself say the words, all the while a voice inside you was telling you to shut the hell up. Instead you put a hand on his back and guided him to the front door. “Let’s go.”

The car ride to the new S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters was deadly silent. It wasn't that you were a stranger to silence, you'd spent enough quiet time with both people in the car in the past, but today was different. May was driving, her grip on the steering wheel was more tense than usual and you knew her empath powers could sense both your emotions and Steve's.

You cast your eyes across to the side mirror where you could see Steve's reflection in the back seat. He was staring out of his window and though his eyes were open, he looked like he was lost so far in his thoughts that you'd never find him again. Steve had always been a pensive soul and there had been many occasions where he'd float away to a place you couldn't follow.

What was he feeling? Steve had always kept his cards close to his chest but you'd thought he had let some of his guard down around you in the last year. But the man who sat behind you was much more like the closed off person you'd met all those months ago. You'd spent so much time peeling back the layers of thick skin, coaxing him out of the shell he'd built around him, only for the barriers to go back up in mere moments.

You tried to put yourself in his shoes and exercise some of that empathy you were supposed to have. What would it be like to have someone you'd loved in the past come back to the present? Someone who had been ripped away from you, someone you'd never stopped loving. The feeling of tightness in your chest worsened. Empathy didn't feel like a helpful skill to utilize at this moment in time. You looked back at Steve in the mirror, wanting to wrap your arms around him and hold him closely until the anguish left his beautiful features.

This line of thought got you wondering about Peggy Carter. She was the founder of the organization you had worked for, she’d accomplished so many incredible things and had done so at a time where women got even less respect than they do in the present. You hated yourself for comparing your own achievements to that of another woman, but the overwhelming feeling of inadequacy was crushing. In your heart of hearts, you knew that your relationship was over but you were looking for a way for it all to hurt less. What chance did you have against the legendary Agent Carter?

Directing your resentment at Peggy would be the simplest solution, but the logical part of your brain strongly advocated her innocence. You wanted to hate her, the person you had held in such high regard, almost worshiped prior to this day. Did you dare fight for him? You’d heard the tales of their romance and you knew he still kept an old compass with her photograph in the cover. You’d found it once at the back of his sock drawer. How could you even compete? He had previously confessed that the only reason he had stayed with S.H.I.E.L.D. was because of her association with it.

Did you know him as well as you thought you did? Steve was a man of few words, but what he lacked in language use, he often made up for with small acts of service. One of your favorite things that he would often do, without you even realizing when he had done it, was fill your car with gas. It was never empty! He’d make small sketches and leave them on your bedside table for you to find when you woke up, or would slip them in your bag for you to find at work. They were often accompanied by a quote or poem which warmed your heart and brought a smile to your face. It was often little things which made you happiest and to you it counted more than larger romantic gestures which were few and far between. He made you feel comfortable in a way that no one else had and you thought you were special to him.

Sam had often regaled you with tales of their old exploits, saving Bucky from his HYDRA tormentors, the feud over the Sokovia Accords and so many others. You recalled a fond memory of you, Steve and Bucky visiting him in Delacroix, where you’d ended up spending most of your time helping him fix the family’s fishing boat and it almost made you smile. Steve gave his time often and freely to people he cared about. But he did the same for strangers too. He was willing to lay down his life for people he barely knew or had never met. Did that lessen his feelings for you? In the past you would have said no, but the crippling anxiety you sometimes felt was rearing its ugly head.

The emotions and thoughts swirled around inside you, threatening to erupt like a volcano, waiting to leave disaster in their wake. Just when you thought you couldn’t cope with sitting in the SUV any longer and May pulled up in front of your destination. Every movement you made after that felt like you were submerged under water, every step you craved oxygen, but wave after wave pushed you further down. You tried to claw your way to the surface, but you were met with paralyzing resistance, your anguish weighing you down like an anchor, suffocating your very essence. You watched the events unfold through the lenses of frosted glass; entering the building, watching Peggy run towards him, the way he wrapped his arms around her. He didn’t look away, he didn’t look back.

It was excruciating and yet you watched. You watched until you couldn’t. Then you waited. What if he needed you?

At the end of the day, May took your arm and guided you out of the facility. She didn’t drive you home, instead she drove to her house. You’d often suggested that the two of you should live together after you’d left S.H.I.E.L.D. but May had vetoed the idea with a look of pure disgust. But if you’d never moved into your apartment, you’d never have met Steve.

“Do you need help?” you asked. Standing nervously at the breakfast bar watching May move around the kitchen.

“Yeah, make dinner.” She handed you a knife and you standing alone in the kitchen.

One skill that May had never mastered was the art of cooking. You were happy to start slicing and dicing vegetables, trying not to let the knife accidently take off your finger tip as you vehemently attacked the innocent onions. You’d reached the stage of throwing food into hot oil when May returned, with a ridiculously large glass of your favorite wine.

“Wine, really?”

“What were you expecting?”

“To be honest, a sparring session.”

“Easily arranged. But no physical contact, I’m not in the mood to deal with your emotions today.”

“That makes two of us.”

“You’d prefer I get drunk and you get high from that?”

“You remember that alcohol is a depressant, miss M.D?” she said dryly.

You glared at your friend before taking an unnecessarily large mouthful of wine. Even though May had little time for comforting others, she cared deeply for you, something you had once doubted. You were very grateful for her friendship and the support she was currently giving you. It was the small act of kindness which tipped you over the edge. Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over drop by drop.

“What do you think he's going to do?” you whispered, your lip quivering dangerously.

“Does it matter what I think?”

“He isn’t going to stay with me.”

“He doesn’t deserve you.”

“You think Captain America isn’t good enough for me?” you asked skeptically.

“No.”

“Is anyone?”

May shrugged.

“But I want him,” you sniffled.

Even as the words left your mouth you felt pathetic and desperate. He had never stopped loving her. The voice in your head scolded you for ignoring the fact that you were the one he had settled with. It was your fault for wanting to be special.

Your mind wandered back to the weekend you’d spent with Steve and the baseball game you’d taken him to. It was one of your best memories with him. The joy on his face throughout the game had warmed your heart. You didn’t know a thing about baseball, nor did you care to and it held not a single iota of interest for you. But just because you didn’t understand it or find it interesting, you understood why people could be passionate about a sport. That passion was one of the reasons you’d fell in love with Steve when you’d met him.

That was when you felt like Steve had really opened himself to you. It wasn’t the sex, it wasn’t the words he had used, it wasn’t the way he had said ‘I love you’. It had been the moment he had let himself be vulnerable with you. Steve didn’t talk about his fears to anyone, except maybe Bucky. He was a very reserved individual with strong morals and being given the mantle of Captain America had given him an even bigger reason to uphold an image of strength. It wasn’t an easy responsibility to shoulder and it clearly weighed on him a great deal. Everyone needs someone who they could share their burdens with.

Bucky Barnes was Steve’s best friend, they had a number of shared experiences, he would have been the natural choice to be Steve’s confidant. Except Steve now spent most of his time and energy taking care of the broken supersoldier. It made you feel special, to think that you were the one he had chosen to take care of him, to be his partner, to be worthy of his love. But now you had lost it all.

Dinner was a somber affair following which you curled up on May’s couch. Sleep didn’t come until the early hours of the morning when the tears finally stopped falling.

The coming days were spent hiding out at May’s. Steve tried to call you a number of times but you couldn’t bring yourself to face the situation. You knew you had to go home eventually and there was no way you could avoid him then.

You felt instant regret as you entered your apartment late that night. Sleep deprived and physically exhausted after an intense day of training with May, you rushed into your home and fell into bed. It didn't take long for you to enter a deep slumber, dreaming of the life you could have had.

Morning came far sooner than you would have liked. You washed and dressed on autopilot, trying not to think of the different ways you might run into your beloved Captain. It happened much sooner than expected and liked. On your way out, you heard voices through the door. They sounded happy, full of laughter.

Maybe if you waited, they would leave and you could escape undetected. After a few moments of silence, you peeked through the peephole, the coast looked clear. You pulled open the door and ventured out only to come face to face with the happy couple locked in a kiss.

There was nowhere to go. You'd already closed your front door, trying to unlock it would attract attention, so would any attempt to slip passed. You were well and truly trapped in a nightmare.

Peggy spotted you first. "Oh, hello. You must be our neighbor!"

"Ace," Steve said your name so softly, you wondered if you imagined it.

"It's nice to meet you," Peggy held out your hand.

The years of training allowed your body to respond appropriately while your brain felt like it had been put through a blender. You shook Peggy's hand politely.

"Nice to meet you, too."

Steve was looking at you like he'd been caught committing a crime.

"Hi," you felt compelled to fill the silence.

"I didn't know you were here."

"I got home pretty late last night."

"You two know each other?" Peggy interjected.

Steve introduced you to Peggy. "She used to be a S.H.I.E.L.D agent. Now she is a teacher to some pretty special kids."

"Wow, everyone's part of the family here." She smiled at you warmly.

"Ace, do you think we could have a chat, please?" His eyes were pleading silently.

He wanted to talk about your relationship, your former relationship. Did he want to do it in front of her?

"Maybe we could go for a walk later? After you're done at work?" he clarified.

"Yeah, after work. I should go there, to work, now." You nodded and pushed past them.

"Have a good day," Peggy called after you.

"Thank you," you answered without looking back, not wanting either of them to see your pain.

There was bedlam when you arrived at the Academy. Two of your students had taken it upon themselves to practice their sparring while they waited. Needless to say you spent most of your morning mediating the animosity that had been created in your absence.

By the time you had scratched the surface of your lesson plan, it was 4pm and your students practically dismissed themselves.

"We're not done here! I'd better not come in to any more destruction tomorrow!" you yelled after them.

You received a cacophony of goodbyes with few assurances of peace. You loved your kids but they were exhausting! As you finished cleaning up and making progress notes, you noticed the time and the conversation from the morning came flooding back to you. It was probably time you headed home to face the music.

Steve was waiting for you outside the building. You spotted him before he saw you and you grabbed that moment to admire his physique and how much you missed how he held you.

“Ace!”

His voice broke through your reverie. “Steve,” you greeted him softly. “It’s nice to see you.”

You weren’t lying. It was wonderful to see him, regardless of the situation and what you knew was coming next. Neither of you seemed to know what to do next, the temptation was to fling yourselves into the other’s arms, but that was out of the question. And you could tell Steve was thinking the same.

“Can we go down to the park?”

“Sure.”

“Let me take that for you.” Steve took your bag from your arms, chivalrous to a fault.

You let him, you would have let him do anything in that moment. The walk down towards Prospect Park was tense, both of you felt like you were walking through a field of landmines.

“I spent the whole day trying to figure out what I wanted to say when I saw you. None of it sounds right now you’re actually here.” Steve finally spoke.

“I don’t know if there is anything to say, Steve.”

“The last thing I want to do is hurt you, Ace. I lo-"

"Don't." You reached up and put your fingers across his lips. It was a little more invasive a move than you'd intended but you couldn't bear hearing Steve tell you he loved you. Not after you'd seen him kissing the love of his life that morning.

"What do we do now?" he asked as you withdrew your fingers.

"Judging by Peggy's greeting this morning, I assume you haven't told her about our… the relationship we had."

Steve didn't answer but the shame on his face spoke volumes.

"Then the answer is simple. We're neighbors. Do you think we can do that?"

"Ace, I don't want to lose you."

"We don't always get what we want, Steve."

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