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itsthestutterforme · 7 months

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Be My Proxy 1/2 (Rafe Cameron x black!reader)

Summary: You are a successful proxy for Steve and Bucky, who are wealthy weapons dealers in New York City. You left as soon as you graduated from Kildare County High School and haven’t been back since. Three years later your bosses send you back to Outer Banks for a deal extension.

Prompt Credit @mostlyheinous : “Turn around and walk out the door while you have the chance, because you aren’t getting away from me.”

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, some angst (talk about homelessness and poverty)

When Mr. Barnes told you where your next proxy assignment was, you let out a huff. He raises a brow at you and you straightened at his attention. “Is there a problem?” He asks. “No, sir.” “It’s came to my attention that you are from this Outer Banks area. Correct?” “Yes sir,” you answer, shifting your weight in the chair.

“Good. You could close the deal that much faster and come back here.” He states, searching through the file in front of him. You’re not sure if the file pertained to your assignment and it wasn’t your place to ask. As if he read your mind, he straightened up the papers before placing them in a manila folder and handing it to you.

He watches as you opened the folders and scanned all of the material. Your goal was to convince a Bobby Heyward and a handful of other fishers to sell their businesses so Mr. Barnes can have another port to sell weapons from. There were other ports he could buy, why Outer Banks?

And yet again, it was not your place to ask. “It shouldn’t take you any longer than three days. You’ll take the jet. You’re dismissed.” He commands and you stood from the chair, smoothing your hands over your skirt.

Your heels clicked as you advance for the door. The security guard opened the door for you and you quietly thanked him. You shut the door to your office quietly and rested your back against it. You haven’t set foot in Outter Banks in three years and for good reason. Nothing good came out of Outer Banks except heart break.

You’re not going to lie to yourself and say that there was nothing there for you anymore because there is. There’s Rafe, the love of your life. Those type of feelings don’t go away for a long time. Despite your love interests here in New York City, none of them cut deep like Rafe did. You crossed the room and sat down in your chair when you heard a knock on your door.

You looked up to see Mr. Rogers and you waved him in. His wide stature filled your doorway as he crossed his arms while he leans against the wall. “Everything alright?” “Yeah, everything’s fine, sir. Why do you ask?” “You look… nervous. That’s a look I’ve never seen on your face before.” He explains.

“I assume Mr. Barnes called you over,” “No, I was on the way to talk to him, actually. Is he in?” “Yes, he is.” He peered down the hallway towards Mr. Barnes office before returning his attention to you. He enters your office and rounds the desk to come sit in front of you.

“If you’re thinking of quitting, I’m sure we can work something out.” “I’m-“ you trailed off into a chuckle. “I’m not thinking of leaving, sir.” “Steve,” he corrects. “Steve,” you repeat. “Even though he doesn’t like to admit it. He loves you very much. You’re like our baby. We taught you all we know and you’re our best proxy. If something is wrong, you can tell us.” “Nothing is wrong sir- Steve. I’ll be okay. Just going back to my roots, I suppose.” You explain.

“You’re going to Outer Banks?” “Yes, sir.” He chuckles when you face palm yourself at the slip up. “Well I tell you what, I’m taking you out to lunch and to the masseuse.” “That’s not necessar-“ “Right now. I don’t like seeing you stressed.” He intercepts.

“I just.. I don’t want anyone thinking I’m being handed anything or I’m experiencing nepotism.” you slightly sagging in your chair. “You are my favorite. There’s no doubt about it. But the numbers do not lie. You close the most deals than any other proxy in the business.” “And if anybody has something to say about, tell them to come talk to me.” He adds with a wink.

“Everything alright in here?” Mr. Barnes asks. You opened you mouth but Steve beat you to the punch. “I was about to take Y/N to lunch if you wanted to join us.” Steve offers. “No, I was going to grab something on the way.” He answers, peering down at his watch for a moment. “Handle your business, boss. I’ll catch you a little be later.” Steve jokes and Mr. Barnes beelines to the elevator.

“Such a hard ass. Isn’t he?” Steve says. “No comment,” he stands from the desk and offers you his hand. “Come on. You’re done for the day.”

After countless times of Steve offering a security detail to come with you, he believed you and decided to let it go. Your leg bounced nervously once the jet was set to land soon. You really hope you wouldn’t see Rafe. But there’s no telling you wouldn’t. So you started thinking of what to say if you do see him.

The pilot helped load the bags into the private car while you thanked him before sitting in the backseat. You had landed in a private airstrip in Jacksonville but the ride to Outer Banks only added to the jet lag. You were half asleep when you arrived at Beachwoods Resort.

The driver handed the bags off to the bellman and you had tipped both of them for their services. Checking in and taking the elevator to your room felt like a blur. By the time you pushed the door to your room open, you locked the door and immediately jumped into the bed, leaving your luggage by the door.

As soon as you closed your eyes, your phone rang. Groaning with annoyance, you reached into your coat pocket to answer the phone. You groaned even louder when you saw it was 2:06 A.M. A tired smile made it’s way onto your face when you saw it was Steve. “Good morning sir,” “Hey, you made it to the resort okay?”

“Yes,” you answered with a yawn. “Alright well I’ll let you sleep. I just wanted to make sure you were safe.” “Thank you, Steve.” “You’re welcome, sweetheart. Get some rest.” “I will,” you waited for him to hang up before completely passing out the rest of the morning.

You were off to a late start when you woke up at 11:15 a.m. Typically your days start at 8:00 a.m. Your Uber was waiting for you downstairs so you sprayed your perfume before leaving the resort for the day. You checked your watch before walking towards the Uber when you heard a familiar voice call your name.

You followed the voice to a very familiar face but it didn’t quite click just yet. You didn’t recognize the man that was next to him. The two of you stared at each other as he walked closer to you, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. “Y/N/N?”

And that’s when it clicked. It was Rafe. “Ma’am, is everything alright?” The Uber driver asks. You jumped in the car, closed the door and locked it in the speed of light. Rafe ran over to the car and knocked on the door. “No, no, no. Y/N, don’t go please.” Your heart pattered in your chest when you saw the panic in his blue porcelain eyes.

“Should I call the police, ma’am?” The driver asks. Your hand touched the glass where his hand was. You took in a breath to say, “I-I’ll be back. I promise.” He stopped knocking and stepped away, taking some time to control his breathing. “Okay,” you heard him say.

“It’s okay to go. You don’t have to call the police. Everything is okay.” You explained to the driver. “You sure?” “Yes, I’m fine. It’s just… been a long time since I’ve been here. Not that you asked.” You said with a chuckle. You shook your head of the incident so it wouldn’t interfere with your business here.

You were going to swing by the pier to see if the fisherman were there to talk about setting up a formal meeting to talk about specifics. Things were about 60/40 in favor of your deal. You wanted to push for 90/10, but that is a predicament for tomorrow. All you needed were three more yeses.

Your heart rate spiked when the driver pulled up the front of the resort and you saw Rafe sitting on the curb. You took a few deep breathes as you stepped out of the car. Your sweaty palms squeezed your phone and business cards tightly. Your heels clicked as you neared him and he stood over you.

He takes the time to look at you, examining everything he possibly could in case you tried to run away again. Given it’s been a few years, but hasn’t quite changed as much as you have. You’re basically unrecognizable. But you looked happy and taken care of. It makes Rafe sick to his stomach because that could mean someone has been taking care of you.

And that someone isn’t him. “Three years..” he starts. “Three years,” you repeat. “You’re a Kook now, I guess.” “I don’t think it counts as a Kook if my money is somewhere else and not here.” You still had to look up at him, even with heels on. “Where have you been, Y/N? What happened?”

Your cheeks grew hot at his questions and you decided that maybe this wasn’t the best idea. You tried to step around him to walk towards the lobby when he grabbed your arm. “No, you’re not getting away from me again.” Your phone dropped to the ground and your anger was slowly beginning to rise.

You used your free hand to grab his wrist to squeeze at the pressure point. He slowly started to hunch over as he groaned in pain. “I’m not the girl you used to know, Rafe. Leave me alone.” You let go of his wrist and push him away. Picking up your phone before speed walking towards the lobby, you heard him say, “Hey!” He runs after you, blocking you from entering the building.

“We still need to talk.” “I don’t owe you anything. Move.” “No,” he stands tall over you, not faltering for a bit. “Rafe,” you warn. “I don’t know where you learn that Karate shit you just pulled, but I know you wouldn’t hurt me. Not intentionally. Because you still love me.” “No I don’t,” you tried to step around him but he cut in front of you once again.

“I just want to talk. Please..” “Fine. But if you pull something like that again, I will throw you.” You warn and he holds his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” He let’s you lead the way and you walked to the elevator, tapping your key card for the doors to open.

“So are you like a millionaire or something?” He asks when the elevator closes. “Or something,” “I have so many questions.” “I bet you do,” the doors ding as they open and you walk to your room. “The amount of money you accumulated takes most people their entire lives to make. So how did you do it?”

You stopped in your tracks and looked over at him. “This is what you wanted to talk about? How I got my wealth?”

“Of course not, I’m just trying to calm myself down because you are even more drop dead gorgeous than when I last saw you. You look totally out of my league. And I dread the fact that you might be married or something because I’m still so deeply in love with you that I can’t even think straight right now.” He confesses, unable to look you in the eye.

You turn back around to open the door and let him into the room. You rested your purse and briefcase on the desk. Rafe closed his eyes as he smelled the perfume he smelled on you in the elevator. He had to know what it was because he found so addicting.

You leaned against the desk with your arms crossed it. “So.. what do you wanna know?” He sits on the edge of the bed, manspreading and leaning his arms on his legs. “Why did you leave? Why didn’t you tell me?” He says after a long pause. “How can you even ask me that question, Rafe? ‘Why did I leave?’ I was a Pogue with no family.”

“I’m your family. I could have taken care of you,” “That’s never been in my blood, Rafe, and you know it. I wasn’t born to sit there and look pretty at home while you worked and did things.” “You could have at least told me. Not leave me wondering if you’d died or something. I loved you, Y/N.”

“Loved me? Rafe you kept me secret the entire time we were in high school. You claimed to be in love with me but never kissed me in the hallway or held my hand. You conditioned me to feel loved only if you gave me attention and that was it. That wasn’t a life I wanted.” He rubs the back of his neck as he stands from the bed.

“I know I was an idiot in high school. I cared too much about labels back then, I don’t give a shit about them now, alright. I love you so much, Y/N/N. You made me feel peace in a world of chaos. I’m willing to grow up for you.”

“Why? Why didn’t you tell me any of this when it mattered?” He closes the gap between you and took your hands into warm hands. “It still matters. You still matter. We still matter.” You tried to pull away from him, he tightened the grip on your hands and pulled you close so you were flushed against his chest.

“Look me in the eye and tell me that you don’t still love me.” He whispers, looking into your eyes. Tears brimmed in your eyes the longer he looked at you and you turned your face away from him. He followed you, holding your face in his hands. “I know I hurt you by keeping you secret and keeping things convenient for me, and I’m sorry. Now I know that if you love someone, you do everything you can to make them feel special.” He says softly.

“I love you,” he says against yours lips. You held your breath when he slowly leans in and presses his lips to yours. The first kiss was soft and quick. He pulled away to look at you, silently asking permission to continue. You slip out of his hands, wrapping your arms around his neck and smoothing your hand over his buzzcut. “I love you too,” you whispered, a few stray tears left your eyes.

“Do you like it?” He asks, referencing to his buzzcut. “I think I do, surprisingly.” “God, you’re beautiful.” He says softly, wiping your tears away. He leans in again and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips, his hands finding your hips. Just as the kiss intensified, your phone started to ring.

“Sorry, I have to take this.” You said, putting a hand on his chest to give you some space. You reached into your bag and saw it was from Mr. Barnes. “Hi, sir.” You greeted once you answered. “Everything alright? You sound… different.” “I’m fine, sir. How are you doing?”

“I’ve been better. Things run a lot smoother when you’re here.” “My apologies sir. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” “Have you spoken with the prospects yet?” “Yes, I got six yeses from formal introductions alone. Tomorrow I’m brushing everything with a fine tooth come to make it nine yeses.”

“I trust you can get it done. I sent you a few proposals I need you to revise before my meeting at noon.” “I’m on it, sir.” “Good. See you soon.” “Bye,” you waited until he hung up and you had to bring yourself out a business mode. Something about Mr. Barnes that just makes you on edge. He’s literally the complete opposite of Mr. Rogers.

“Everything alright?” Rafe asks, smoothing his hands over your arms. You sighed at the contact and he kissed down your jawline. “I have to do some work.” You said softly. “I’ll wait until you’re done then,” “You’ll only distract me. I have to be completely focused, nearly engrossed in my work. They don’t expect anything less from me.”

“Sounds stressful,” the crease between his brow deepens with concern. “It is. But the pay off is worth it.” “You can’t be here when I’m working,” you add, trying to make things lighthearted as possible. “You’re kicking me out? So soon?” He teases, and you’re very glad he caught on.

“You need to find a way to make it up to me, sweetheart.” He adds. “Lunch tomorrow?” You offered. “It’s a date,” he cupped your cheeks and pressed a series of kisses to your lips, holding your body close to his. Each time you tried to pull away, he caught your chin and kissed you. By the third time, you were a giggling mess.

“Go, Rafe before I change my mind.” “I’m leaving, I’m leaving,” he surrenders with his hands up. He pressed a final kiss to your lips before advancing to the door. “Oh wait,” you crossed your arms and he added, “You didn’t give me your number,” he pulls out his phone and clicked on a new contact.

He types something before giving you the phone. You smiled at the contact name he gave you, “Sweetheart 💛😘”. “Can I call you tonight?” He asks once you gave the phone back to him. “Don’t get any ideas,” a mischievous smirk make its way on his lips and you realized you may have sparked something you shouldn’t have.

“See you tomorrow,” you watch as he walks out of the room, a deep sigh leaving your lips when you heard the door click shut. It was like no time had passed.

#rafe cameron x black!reader #rafe cameron #outer banks

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ao3feed-steggy · 2 months

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The Appointment

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tBNqZFQ by CapandCarter Peggy has a new job as a masseuse and is building up her clientele. When a schedule issue comes up, she takes on a reluctant client with a secret. Words: 7197, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Series: Part 45 of Steve & Peggy AU Collection Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Agent Carter (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Maria Hill, Brock Rumlow Relationships: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Happy Valentine's Day I Guess?, Modern Era, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, POV Peggy Carter, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Creepy Brock Rumlow, The Masseuse AU no one asked for read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tBNqZFQ

#ao3feed #steggy #steggy fic

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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falling for the captain | part 7.

Summary: Captain Y/N L/N. Leader of the Avengers on Earth-563, not really a family or team strictly just coworkers. A lot of responsibility for someone only nineteen. What happens when the Captain finds herself on “Earth Earth” in the compound of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Stuck on Earth for the time being, Y/N sees what these Avengers are about. And Captain America finds himself falling for this leader, even though her age is throwing him… that and the fact no one knows if she’ll head back to Earth-563 the minute she can.

Warnings: AGE GAP (clear from the summary, it’s a young reader but legal), sexual assault

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 7.8k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

“Hey, Buck. Where’s Steve?” You asked as you entered the common room.

To no surprise, Bucky was the only one up at the moment. No one else but you, him, and Steve would willingly choose to get up as early as you did. Give it another hour or two and the rest would be down. Bucky was reading on the couch, fresh cup of tea in hand.

“You two finally going to apologize? That was a nasty fight.”

“We already did. No, I was looking for him for our morning run.”

“He already took it.”

“What? How early did he get up?”

“Yeah. Was coming back in just as I entered the common room. Didn’t see you with him, thought you were still mad at each other.”

“This is the fourth day in a row now,” you muttered. “F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

“Yes, Captain (L/N)?”

“Tell Steve to meet me for training at our usual time.”

“Sorry, Captain (L/N). Captain Rogers is currently unavailable right now. Would you like to reschedule for later?”

“Again?” you pouted.

Bucky set his book down. “Have you been to the spa level yet, (Y/N)? You train a lot, take the day off.”

“Hmm, yeah I guess. Wanda did say there was a salt scrub station.”

“Yeah, Tony’s robots are surprisingly good at being masseuses.”

“Okay, spa day it is. I guess I’ll find Steve tomorrow. Maybe Peter’ll want to watch a movie?”

“Isn’t he at his Aunt’s? Doing senior stuff?”

“Comes back later today after school.”

Bucky watched you walk away before getting up himself to go find his friend. If you and Steve had made up then why did he skip your workouts? Steve had been so glad to have a partner that could keep up— Bucky and Sam were glad they could take their runs later and at their speed. And four days now? Bucky knew where Steve was.

You and Steve always split up your training: run in the morning, eat with the team and relax for an hour, head to the training room and usually stay there long enough for at least one other member to start and finish their own workout (although no one else usually decided to join in on your sessions— especially yours, they didn’t understand how you could run in the morning and then still go on the treadmill). If he was avoiding you, he would’ve moved up his training just like with his run. So that’s why Bucky was headed to the training room.

“Lucky Lou’s wondering where you are,” he said as he entered the room. Steve was lifting weights, finding relief in the fact no one else was there. “You avoiding her?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please, punk. She said this is the fourth day you’ve skipped out on her. I thought you two made up. Are you still mad at her?”

“Mad at doll, never.”

Steve dropped the dumbbells. He walked past his friend and moved to the hanging leg raise machine. Bucky pursed his lips. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe Steve, it’s that there was that word again. Doll. Steve was working extra hard on the leg raises. If he thought Bucky was going to drop it, he was wrong.

“Does she know that?”

“Of course she knows that.”

“Then why was she pouting when F.R.I.D.A.Y. said you weren’t available? And since when did you tell F.R.I.D.A.Y. to not disclose what you’re doing? You and Vision are the only two that don’t do that.”

“She was upset?” All Steve heard was Bucky say you were pouting. It was too late to conceal the look of deep concern on his face and he knew it.

“Okay, what’s up? If you’re not pissed, why are you avoiding—”

“I kissed her.”

That was the last thing Bucky expected. Steve stopped his exercise and turned to face Bucky, he didn’t really want to see the look on his friend’s face. Steve was shocked to find Bucky didn’t really have any emotion on his face, he was just trying to process the information.

“When did this happen?”

“Right after the fight. It was two in the morning, I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“Two in the morning?”

“Oh, God, not like that Buck. Ran into her in the kitchen and we apologized and then I just…”

“You kissed her.”

“Yeah,” Steve sighed. “She was looking up at me with those (e/c) eyes and her curls were all just out, Buck.”

“Did she like it?”

Steve scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t know. I kind of ran off.”

“Steve.”

“It was a mistake, Bucky.”

“You like her.”

Bucky didn’t phrase it like a question but like a well-known fact. Steve tried to argue but he wasn’t having any of it. Bucky hadn’t seen that look on Steve in a while. It wasn’t one he had with any of the women he brought back to the compound on a late night (which if Bucky thought about it, he hadn’t seen Steve bring in anyone since you had arrived). The last time he saw that look on his friend’s face was with Peggy Carter.

“She’s nineteen.” Steve walked to the punching bags. He felt like he needed to hit something.

“She’s an adult.”

“Yeah, but people are going to ask questions. They’ll care.”

“Do you care? Is this really about what other people will think, Steve? You like her.”

“Fine, Bucky. I like (Y/N). Fucking crazy about my doll.”

“Your doll?” Bucky raised his eyebrows. “Oh she’s got you bad. What are you going to do about it?”

“Nothing. I don’t even know how she feels.”

“Steve.”

“It’s not happening Bucky. I’m never telling her.”

Bucky raised his hands in surrender.

“Okay, I won’t say anything. But she likes hanging out with you and wasn’t happy with these missed training sessions. Fine you won’t tell her but get over yourself, Steve, you can’t avoid her.”

Steve nodded. His friend was right. Avoiding you was not the solution, especially when you didn’t know why. Bucky told him you were at the spa so Steve cut his workout short in order to clean up and meet you in there.

The spa floor might be your new favorite floor in the whole compound, it should’ve been the first place you went once you were granted clearance to all the floors. F.R.I.D.A.Y. had planned a whole schedule for you to follow since this was your first time in a spa as extensive as the compound’s. The face masks were delightful and Wanda was right, the salt scrub was marvelous. Now you were in the dry room. You had taken a shower to wipe off the salt and was directed by the robots to sit in the steam room first and start sweating out some toxins before moving to the dry sauna for the final detox.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. directed Steve to what part of the spa you were in. His breath hitched in his throat as he saw you through the glass door laying on one of the wooden benches in just a bikini (he tried to ignore the feeling of his pants getting a little tighter). He doesn’t know how he didn’t prepare himself. Of course you would be in a two-piece. It was a spa. How else would you be able to do seaweed wraps or get massages.

You couldn’t see Steve, your eyes were covered with a cold towel. He adjusted himself so nothing was noticeable and waited a little to calm down. Steve took the pitcher of ice water that was outside the door and poured a cup. He knocked on the door and you sat up, giving Steve a better look at the outfit or lack thereof. He noticed the wild hair he loved so much was braided up (you weren’t about to mess your hair up even if Steve didn’t know why it was put back). You motioned for him to come in.

“Hot as hell in here,” Steve said as he handed you the cup of water.

“Thank you. Yeah, I do like it kind of hot. I don’t think most people could stand to be in here at this level.”

Truth be told, Steve wasn’t really sure he could handle the dry heat. The sauna wasn’t exactly his favorite spa pastime. Most of the spa was rarely touched by Steve, he didn’t see the need for all the extras. A good massage was all he really needed, and maybe the ice chamber.

“How long have you been in here?”

“In the dry sauna or the spa?”

“Spa.”

“Since this morning. Been in here for about thirty minutes.”

Steve nodded absentmindedly. “Sorry, for skipping on our workouts. I wasn’t trying to avoid you.”

Lies. Steve was very much trying to avoid you but whatever it took to be back in your good graces. Although, you didn’t seem as upset as Bucky made it seem. He watched as you pulled at a strap on your bikini to adjust it. Steve shook himself from any thoughts.

“I thought you were still mad.”

“No. I meant the apology, I swear (Y/N). Oh, did you think I was pissed at you?”

“I mean, after that night… it’s fine, it’s nothing.”

You wanted to bring up the incident four days ago but if Steve wasn’t going to say anything neither were you. It was early in the morning and you were both out of it. You knew he thought it was a mistake, missing your runs was a clear indicator. Part of you was disappointed. Not that you thought you had a chance with him but you couldn’t shake the feel of Steve’s lips against yours. You stood up abruptly, your time in the sauna was up.

“I still have my nails to do. And I might die of heatstroke if we stay here any longer.”

“I can do your nails, if you want.”

Steve shuddered at his own suggestion. If Bucky was there he would have laughed in his friend’s face. He was right, Steve was wrapped around your finger. He just wanted to spend time with you, make up for the avoidance. He didn’t want you to leave him just yet. You eyed Steve questioningly.

“Can you do nails?”

“Just a smaller canvas.”

“Okay, Stevie. Just give me a minute. I’m supposed to put on these lotions after the detox according to the schedule.”

“I’ll just head over there. What color do you want?”

“Surprise me.”

Steve would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed that you had put on some real clothes. The smell of shea butter and vanilla flooded his nose as you sat down in one of the pedicure chairs. The oils and lotions were still absorbing into your skin, leaving a slight sheen. You looked at the bottle Steve picked.

“Mmm, not that color.”

“Hmm? What’s wrong with purple?”

“Nothing wrong with purple, just that purple.” You held up a hand and Steve still didn’t get it. “It doesn’t work with my skin. It’ll look ugly.”

After spelling it out, he finally understood and put the bottle back. He looked through all the purples looking for the one that matched the carvings on your kimoyo beads (that had to look good right? He thought the beads looked pretty on you so that color had to be nice).

When you didn’t say anything but let him grab your foot, Steve felt a sense of pride that he did well. Steve found that he was right. Nails were just like tiny canvases. It wasn’t that hard to paint. Except for when you would laugh and couldn’t keep your foot still.

“It tickles.”

You and Steve talked about whatever. You were mortified when he first brought up the notebook. But it seemed like Steve hadn’t looked at the back of the list and you were relieved. You stuck your hands and feet in the little drying machine.

“So I was thinking we could start catching up on the TV shows everyone suggested. I Love Lucy has the most episodes if you wanted to start there. Or we could start that and something else at the same time, I saw you added Boy Meets World.”

“Hmm yeah but I read the synopsis. If we’re doing I Love Lucy, I rather watch Moesha and Game of Thrones in between.”

“Sounds good, doll. Do you want to or—”

“Captain (L/N), Peter Parker has returned to the compound.”

“Petey! Thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y. Let him know I’ll be there in literally ten seconds.”

“Certainly, Captain.”

You gently tapped at your nails to make sure they were dry. Once confirming they were, you jumped out of the chair. Steve’s demeanor changed for a split second when you excitedly called Peter’s name. He shouldn’t feel some kind of way, Peter was closer to your age anyway. But he was jealous. You were always in Peter’s room watching movies, it didn’t escape the rest of the team how the two of you missed movie night.

“Sorry, we’ll have to start the TV shows at a later point. I called Peter earlier and we already had the movie date set up.”

“Date?” This was news to him.

“Not an actual date. We’re watching Shawshank. Thanks for the nails, Stevie.”

He was unprepared for you to launch yourself at him. But once you were in Steve’s arms he didn’t want to let go. He was forced to pull back from the hug and watched as you made a portal into Peter’s room.

He should’ve kissed you again. He wanted to. But then that would go against everything he told Bucky. He said he wouldn’t be with you, he needed to get over it. So Steve decided to tell himself that he was just horny. You were attractive and he just needed a body, that was it. That must have been it.

(But then why wouldn’t he just go to the bar and pick up a girl to take home?)

The team was surprised to hear the chatter of you and Peter coming down the hall. Usually when movie night started, you and Peter were gone for the rest of the night. They had started accepting that their two youngest ditched them on movie night, even when they tried to put on movies you guys liked.

Since they hadn’t decided on a movie yet, Tony started flipping through genres he heard you talking about. Their hope that you guys might join them was shattered when you both walked straight into the kitchen for snacks.

“We have popcorn over here. You would know that if you joined us,” Sam called out, holding up the popcorn bowl.

You and Peter walked over. You leaned over the back of the couch and grabbed a fistful of popcorn.

“Sorry guys. You pick bad movies.”

“Bad movies? Alright Short-stack, how about you pick the movie then?”

“I don’t know. What do you think Pete?”

“That sounds nice but we have a half finished movie upstairs.”

“Hmm. He’s right. Maybe next time.”

“Oh, come on even Thor watches with us.”

You and Peter laughed while the rest of the team rolled their eyes. They weren’t sure if you guys were serious about next time or just messing with them. Peter went to get the popcorn from the microwave while you stayed to steal from the team’s bowl.

“Those nails are pretty,” Wanda said as she eyed the polish when you popped some popcorn in your mouth.

“Thank you, Steve did them.”

While you might’ve missed the look Bucky gave, due to your immense focus on eating all of Sam’s popcorn before he said something, Steve noticed. Bucky shook his head with a knowing smile before looking at the TV. Steve was sure his face was red. Somehow news of him doing your nails felt really personal like he didn’t want the rest of the team to find out.

“Rogers?” Nat scoffed.

She and Wanda exchanged a look. You said you weren’t together so now was their test.

“Would you do mine?”

Steve didn’t miss a beat in saying yes much to the other two women’s surprise. He only said it to get Bucky off his back, and anyone else that might have thought something. He didn’t think Nat and Wanda would take him up on it. But there he was being forced to do their nails (and Thor’s) while he watched you and Peter head back to his room to finish your movie. And Steve wasn’t enjoying it nearly as much as he did with you.

It had been a month. A month of Steve doing whatever you wanted because he couldn’t say no (although he wished that you two would watch your TV marathons in his room or yours instead of the living room). A month of Bucky constantly giving him looks and Steve shaking his head or flipping his friend off. Of you going back to wearing those bike shorts while running on the treadmill. A month of Steve missing movie night to go and sleep with random women— women he would never bring home because it felt wrong to bring them to your space. A month of sitting across from you in meetings trying not to focus on you subconsciously biting your lip whenever someone was speaking which is what you were doing right now.

“The ball is in four days. We only got one ticket, we’re pretty sure they might be starting to get suspicious,” Fury started. “With only one ticket, one of the ladies has to take it, S.H.I.E.L.D. or Avengers. We’ll find a way to sneak others in. It’s in DC so you’ll need to take the quinjet. We can book a hotel if needed.”

“Shouldn’t be necessary. We’ll be fine to leave that night, right?” Steve asked the team.

Everyone nodded.

“And we have confirmation that Abel will be there?” Bruce asked Nick.

“Yes. Required by his father to attend the fundraiser ball. There are bound to be other donors on the genocide there but our only target is Abel Bolton. Make note of other potentials but we engage with Abel only.”

“I’ll go.” Nat shrugged. “Not the first time I’ve had to seduce a man.”

Fury frowned. “You and Wanda are too recognizable. This is why I told the UN we shouldn’t have you guys at press conferences.”

“What about the cloaking technology? Snap one of those bad boys on my face and they won’t know the difference.”

“That tech doesn’t last long. This mission could take all night and we can’t risk it failing on you.”

“I’ll do it,” you piped up.

The rest of the team looked at you.

“What? I haven’t been on any public missions, yet. Only S.H.I.E.L.D. members really know my face, it’s better than adding a random agent onto the mission.”

“Are you sure, (L/N)?”

“I can handle it, Director. I’ve done it once or twice on 563. Besides, I’ve seen the guy’s tweets…” you held up your phone. “Someone has an interesting… Let’s just say taste for chocolate.”

The team gagged and Steve cleared his throat uncomfortably.

“His words, not mine. Gross or not I’m probably our best chance.”

As much as he didn’t like it, Steve knew you were right. He also knew the team was waiting for him to make a decision. For once he wished Fury would pull rank, but no Nick always respected and acknowledged him as team leader.

“This is our one really good chance to get at Abel Bolton. Given Captain (L/N)’s attributes appealing the most to him, we should… go with what we know will work.”

You were surprised he used your title. The last time you remember him doing that was when you had gotten hurt and that was only to snap you out of the pain. Steve wanted you to know he whole-heartedly trusted your judgement. You were a leader, it’s not like these weren’t decisions you haven’t made before.

“Then it’s settled. Captain (L/N)…” the title felt foreign for Fury to use but he was following Steve’s lead. “You’ll need to get a dress.”

You didn’t let the rest of the team go shopping with you, saying they needed to focus on the rest of the mission. Since you’d be going in alone you wanted everyone else to prepare. You knew they would worry and you figured the more prepared they felt the less concerned they would be.

You had spent hours combing through Abel Bolton’s tweets to turn yourself into the exact “chocolate goddess” he was looking for. Although, the more you saw the more you wanted to gag. Of course, he liked the silk press. The team hadn’t seen you in hours as you sat in your bathroom, painstakingly straightening your hair. You swore that if you suffered any heat damage you would personally punch Abel for it. Not a bump in sight, he liked it Naomi Campbell straight.

You applied the dark purple lipstick and smokey eye. The smokey eye itself was basic but based on the pictures he liked, you added a little bit of white-gold highlight to the inner corner and heavier bottom liner with a wing.

The dress was your least favorite part. Not because of the dress itself, Abel had nice taste. But because it was the most impractical dress to fight in. You were only there to extort information but you still liked being prepared for a fight. Instead you were in a white sequined tight dress. Strapless. Sweetheart neckline to push your boobs up and a large slit that exposed one of your legs. Even the heels were ridiculous. At least they were basic and not some strappy mess— however you didn’t appreciate the fact that they were open toed.

You felt off balance as you put all of your bracelets on one arm to look like a thick armband but it had to be done in order to complete the look. It didn’t matter, off balance or not you had all the beads and that made you feel better than having to leave three bracelets at home.

“Don’t you look pretty, Lucky Lou?” Bucky was the first in the hangar to spot you.

You frowned. “The goal is to look sexy, Buck. Not pretty. I’m pretty everyday.”

The rest of the team turned around at your words. Steve’s spit caught in his throat. Whatever your goal was it worked. You flipped a strand of now straightened hair over your shoulder. Steve could take you in the quinjet right then and there. The purple lips matched the nails he gave you— nails that you had switched to plain French tips because Abel Bolton likes that. Purple that plumped up your lips. Lips he wanted wrapped around his— not the time, Steve. He avoided Bucky’s eyes that were practically daring him to say something.

Steve noticed the different smell when you sat down next to him, coconut and jasmine replaced your usual shea butter and vanilla. You handed Steve the other earbud, needing to keep yourself calm and distracted. Without much thought, Steve placed his shield in your lap. He knew the extra vibranium would ground you. Your fingers drummed against it in time to the songs you guys were listening to. The flight to DC was too short for your liking.

The plan was the quinjet would be parked on the helicopter pad of the hospital right next to the venue for the ball. A limo would escort you around the hospital and to the front, it would look suspicious if you didn’t make an entrance. The rest of the team would be split between stakeout in the quinjet and on the ground.

“Thanks, Captain.”

You handed the shield back to Steve. His jaw clenched. That word coming out of your mouth while you looked all done up like that, he wanted to hear you say it all night. You took apart one of your bracelets and handed a bead to each person.

“What are you doing?” Natasha asked.

“I can’t wear the comm because it’s too noticeable on this dress. But I think we all need to keep in contact. You’ll be able to hear me all night. I’ll try to find a time to sneak away and use the beads to hear you.”

“You don’t need these?”

“It’s one bracelet. I’m fine with the others. Just don’t lose them. Shuri won’t let me live it down if she hears I lost them.”

“Alright, Short-stack. We hear any gunshots we’re busting in whether you got the info or not. And Abel has a thing for spiking his girls’ cocktails. Just pretend to drink it, don’t let it pass your lips.”

“Got it, Tony.”

“Okay, limo’s waiting. Get lost.”

You exited the limo and handed your invitation to the bouncer. Like you suspected, there weren’t many girls that looked like you there making your competition less. It dwindled even more when you noticed most of them had dates. You now just had to make yourself look as available as possible.

You slinked along the walls of the hotel ballroom, noting donors that Lance Bolton was paying special attention to, until you spotted where Abel was. You made your way into the crowd pretending to just look around for a free seat at one of the tables that outlined the dance floor. Like you wanted, Abel (who was talking to a group of friends) was staring you down. He set his champagne glass on the table you were looking at.

“You seem to be confused, may I be of any assistance?”

“I was just wondering if the tables had place cards. I’m here for my boss. This whole thing was so last minute, I’m just lost.”

Abel laughed. Your charm was working. But of course it was, you hadn’t stalked him on social media for nothing. He liked a woman that was book smart but clueless in the streets.

“Your boss?”

“Dr. Beverely at the Virginia State Hospital. He and his wife had their vacation planned for months so I’m here in their place. Between you and me, I’m just here to drop off the check and take off these heels.”

“Ha, I can imagine they aren’t the most comfortable. But you look amazing if you don’t mind me saying.”

You giggled coyly and brushed back some of your hair, making sure to bat your lashes.

“If the lady also doesn’t mind me asking, where is your date?”

“I came alone. You don’t meet many people as the top surgeon’s assistant.”

“I bet. Well would you like to dance…”

“Nikki Mitchell.”

The name wasn’t the most alluring but it was the first thing you could think of. You and Steve had watched an episode of Moesha last night and combining two character names seemed like a safe alias. Not that Abel seemed to care, he was too busy sneaking glances at your cleavage.

“Well Nikki. I’m Abel Bolton. Would you like to dance?”

You set the empty clutch down on the table by his glass and let Abel whisk you to the center of the dance floor. You had to pretend to be amused by his hands snaking lower than your waist. The nerve of him to be so bold in the middle of the floor. He enjoyed the way you talked about anatomy. It was a struggle to keep up, you could see why Abel was top of his class in biomed, but you had studied the textbook till it hurt. Eventually the two of you made your way to the bar. You watched the bartender make your drink very carefully. Abel downed his third drink while you nursed the first one.

“I’ll be right back, ladies’ room.”

“Would you like another drink?”

“Can you order me a gin and tonic?”

“Are you sure? There’s so many nice cocktails.”

You had to play the bait and switch right. Of course he would want you to order a non clear drink. Easier to roofie. Time to up the lack of street smarts.

“I’m not very adventurous with my drinks but maybe… a Cosmopolitan sounds like it could be nice?”

“Lady’s choice coming right up.”

You left to report back to the group. After checking the restroom was empty, you spoke to the beads. Bruce took down the names of all the donors you said to watch. They would run the names through S.H.I.E.L.D. and Nick would set up missions to investigate. You felt that you were really close to the answers, one more drink and Abel should crack according to Natasha. Abel watched you with hawk eyes as you returned to the bar and put the drink to your lips. You pretend to pucker them at the taste.

“Oh that’s strong.”

Abel’s hand found his way to your leg that was poking out of the dress. He started moving it up your thigh.

“Is Miss Nikki Mitchell not a vodka girl?”

“Not really, but it’s not bad. Just strong.” You pretended to take another small sip.

Abel ordered another drink, now was the time to start asking questions. You had to start innocent and he would sing like a canary.

“I’m surprised you aren’t following your father’s footsteps. I think you could do well in politics.”

“Ha. Please, having to pretend I like half of these people in the room, I couldn’t.”

“But you could make a difference in the world. Isn’t that what we were talking about earlier? I love medicine but it’s individual help. Your dad does real good in the world.”

“Well, I am helping him make a difference. I might not be in politics but I work closely with my father.”

“Tell me more Mister Bolton,” your sexy voice could give Marilyn Monroe a run for her money.

“Please call me Abel. Why don’t we go upstairs, I can tell you more in a… comfortable setting.”

He leaned in close, kissing your neck. The smell of his cologne was so overwhelming you felt like you could choke. Was he wearing that much earlier? Someone should tell him to lay off the reapplication. You gently kissed his jaw, pretending to be interested, and followed him to the elevators.

You announced that you were feeling a little light-headed. You passed it off as just an observation, noticing Abel’s smirk, but you really meant it for the team to hear. You hadn’t taken a sip of the drink so why were you feeling some way? You realized this was your first solo mission that involved spy work since being on a new team, maybe you were just nervous.

You were honestly surprised that you didn’t pull up to the penthouse suite. The room was nice but it was clear that Abel wasn’t staying in town like his father, he was here for the ball and then back to wherever. He pressed himself against your backside, kissing down your neck.

“I spotted my Nubian queen since you walked into the ball.”

You had to stop yourself from throwing up right there and then. He was really going there. You tried to coyly push his hands away from the front of your dress. Abel relented and you sat on the bed with him.

“I’m not Nubian,” you laughed it off.

“I know… you’re Wakandan.”

“Hmm?”

“Those beads.” He pointed to your arm band.

“Oh, well I didn’t think anyone would know. You were telling me about your work with your father,” you tried to redirect him back to downstairs.

“Ah yes, Project Beetle. It’s coming out in the news tomorrow. It’s not much, it’s just vaccine work. We have the cure for malaria but there are so many other viruses from animals. Countries don’t like to work together for these things, it’s just about securing funding with a few… are you okay?”

You felt dizzy. You blinked your eyes rapidly trying to regain focus. Abel’s hand was on your arm and you were vaguely aware of him laying you down.

“These beads,” he kept talking while you tried to figure out what was happening. “I’ve only ever seen these beads from far away. They’re very gorgeous.”

“No, don’t take…”

You couldn’t stop him from taking the bracelets of your arm and setting them on the nightstand. His hand reached pulled something you couldn’t see on the other nightstand closer.

“Wouldn’t want them getting messed up.” His hand wormed up the slit in your dress. “The only people I’ve seen who wear these are the royal family. So how important must you be to receive them?”

“Abel, maybe we should get some water. I feel a little—”

“You didn’t touch a sip of your drink though… is it my cologne? You know, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to sleep with an Avenger.”

Abel smiled darkly. You had been found out. And he must’ve known for a minute, probably once you went to the restroom maybe earlier. He didn’t roofie your drink, he had a special cologne. Everything was going in and out. You needed to leave immediately. You tried to push Abel off of you but the cologne made you weak and your beads weren’t on you.

Abel held you pinned with his knee on your stomach as he undid his pants. He aggressively shoved his tongue down your throat ignoring tears. He didn’t care that you were struggling underneath him. You felt your fingertips touch the beads on the table and reached around even more. Your arm felt heavy after he hit you in the head with the heavy book from the nightstand. Your movements slowed but you tried to keep your fingers searching. You finally grabbed them and portaled yourself back to the quinjet.

The people still in the jet were Steve, Bruce, Thor, and Clint. They didn’t touch you, letting you dictate what to do. The first person you ran to was Steve.

“Guys! Report back to the jet, she’s here. Leave the hotel!” Steve yelled into the comm. “Shhh, you’re okay now (Y/N). He’s not here.”

“I never want to be in that position again!”

“I won’t let that ever happen again. I promise.”

“We didn’t even get the information.”

“That’s the last thing I’m worried about. Are you okay?”

The rest of the team raced as fast they could out of the hotel and into the quinjet. You were strumming your fingers rapidly on Steve’s shield but it wasn’t calming you down.

“The beads. Give me the beads,” you said, panicked.

They scrambled to take the beads out of their suits and hand them back to you. You rearranged all the bracelets to their proper positions. You weren’t calm but you felt grounded and balanced.

Halfway through the flight back you fell asleep. The team spoke quietly as not to wake you up. No one had intended for any of that to happen. Steve knew something was wrong when you made that statement in the elevator. They shouldn’t have wasted time trying to figure out if you were playing it up for Abel or not. Steve wanted to kick himself in the shins. He should’ve gone in there the minute you got into the room with Abel.

He gently picked you up and carried you off the jet when you landed in the hangar. Your eye makeup was now in streaks going down your face. You woke up when Steve had to adjust you in his arms to open the door to your room.

“Please don’t leave me,” you said quietly. “I don’t want to go to bed… I don’t want to be in bed.”

“Okay, I’ll be right outside your door.”

Steve set you down and you walked into your bathroom stripping off everything. It didn’t take super-soldier hearing for Steve to hear your loud sobs over the shower water as you aggressively tried to wash the coconut and jasmine smell off. His heart broke. You exited the room, Goose at your feet, holding all the dress and heels from the event. Steve was nowhere to be found when you walked out.

“Stevie! Steve!”

His door busted open and he raced down the hall back to you. You were bare faced with wet hair no longer straight. He could see that you had just seemed tired. You had laid the vanilla on heavy, it was almost overwhelming Steve but of course he wouldn’t say anything.

“I’m sorry, doll. I was just changing out of the suit. I thought you’d be in the shower longer.”

You and Steve walked to the elevators in silence. He watched as you threw away the dress and heels, wanting absolutely nothing to do with them. You didn’t want food or a drink. You just wanted to sit on the couch, hold Goose, and watch TV. The two of you were supposed to be starting Game of Thrones, which Steve promptly switched to a Disney movie when the end of the first episode appeared.

He sat close enough that you knew he was there but gave you space. Various members of the team would stumble in at the beginning of the night. No one really knew what to say. Every apology, you briefly acknowledged and then focused back on the television. Eventually you dropped.

Steve had watched your figure slowly slump over more and more until you had just fallen asleep. He knew you didn’t want to be in a bed so he grabbed a blanket and draped it over you. He watched in absolute horror as Goose spit out a whole sleep pillow but gently lifted your head to place it under you. Steve took up the other couch to lie down on (and much to his chagrin Goose chose his chest to cuddle up on so she could watch you).

“You let me fall asleep with my hair just out?” you asked half-joking, when you woke up the next morning. Steve kept his promise to not leave you.

Steve’s eyes opened immediately. “Are you okay?”

“I will be.”

“Will you be fine if I have to leave for the mission report? We all agreed you don’t have to come to the meeting. Fury already heard.”

“I think so.”

“You think so? I need a yes or no, (Y/N).”

You attempted to fix your hair while thinking. “You have a job to do, Captain Rogers.”

“Your well-being is my job. You are my number one priority.”

“Can you stay?”

“I’ll tell Tony to take over the report.”

“What are we going to do? The only information I got was stuff that’s gonna be on the news.”

“It’s not on the news. You did find some stuff and S.H.I.E.L.D. has already started scanning through that list of names you gave. But don’t worry about that.”

You and Steve spent the morning going through your normal training routine. You wanted to go back to routine, try to forget about the situation. After training, you decided to go to the therapist that regularly visited the compound. You knew it was better to work on the solution now instead of letting it sit and fester— especially when your first instinct was to lock yourself away from people when upset. Steve sat outside the door at your request.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. Where’s Short-stack?” Tony asked as the rest of the team entered the residential floors of the compound.

“She’s with Captain Rogers on the spa level.”

“Cap’s at the spa?” Sam laughed.

“He’s been with (Y/N) since last night. She asked him not to leave,” Bucky shed clarity for the rest of the team.

“Damn, poor kid. That fucking sicko.”

“Should I alert her you are here?” F.R.I.D.A.Y. asked.

“No, let her have her fun. We were just checking on her.”

“I think a vacation away from here would be best for her. Best for everyone,” Clint suggested. “I can call Laura.”

“That sounds like a very good idea, Barton.”

“I tap out, (Y/N).”

“We’ve only been in here for twenty minutes, Stevie.”

“It’s hot. Super-soldier runs my body heat higher. I don’t know how you feel but I’m dying here.”

“Ten more minutes? I like thirty better.”

Steve put the cold towel back over his forehead and laid down again. When you left the dry sauna, Steve set up the nails again. You wanted the French tips off. He smiled when you affectionately dubbed the polish he always used, ‘Stevie’s Purple’.

“Since we’re already in our bathing suits, do you want to go to the pool?”

Wanda decided to cook a homemade meal for you so the whole team was gathered; however, she refused to let anyone other than Sam and Natasha assist with the food. Your laughter that they could hear down the hall was a welcome sound.

“Mmm, something smells delicious!”

Your voice called out before they saw you. You were on Steve’s back as he walked into the kitchen. Steve opened the fridge and handed you a water before grabbing one himself. You had to wrap one arm a little tighter around his neck to stay propped up as you took a sip from the cup. He moved over to the stove so you could look in the pot Wanda was stirring.

“That looks good.”

“Thank you, (Y/N/N). It’s ham and potato soup. Should be ready in forty-five minutes.”

You jumped off of Steve’s back. “Ooh, that’s enough time to follow up with Dr. Lin before she leaves. I’ll be back in a minute.”

You handed the cup of water back to Steve.

“Are you going to be alright alone? Do you want me to go with you again?”

“Nah, I can handle it. She just wanted me to come back for coping skills. I’m good, Steve.”

“Okay, doll.”

He brushed his knuckles softly against your cheek before watching you portal to Dr. Lin’s office. Bucky had to hold back laughter. Steve was clearly your boyfriend whether he saw it or not. The rest of the team saw it too. They were now just placing bets on when he would make it official.

“You didn’t tell me you owned a whole farm!” You excitedly walked off the quinjet.

Goose meowed and immediately disappeared, enjoying the vast amount of land she had to explore.

“You never asked,” Clint responded.

It was decided that vacation to Clint’s farm was happening sooner rather than later. Despite Dr. Lin’s sessions, the first night alone was the only time you were doing okay. Other nights were riddled with nightmares and you couldn’t keep forcing Steve to stay up with you in the living room until you slept. Even Dr. Lin suggested it would be a good idea when she heard, you needed a break from the city. A change in environment could be the change you needed to find comfort. So the team packed up and took the trip.

“There’s a farm animal named after every one of us,” Tony said as he helped carry bags in. “Head chicken over there, that’s me.”

Tony wasn’t lying. Clint had named a bunch of the farm animals after you all. You found your sheep after a few minutes of walking around. Laura was glad to have you all over. So were the kids that were very fascinated with your powers.

You were given the first pick of beds in the guest rooms. After picking one of the rooms with three beds (you were sharing with Nat and Wanda) the others picked. Steve ended up with Bucky and Sam (to no one’s surprise) in the room closest to yours (to no one’s surprise). Clint decided the first night needed a welcome bonfire.

“Why does (Y/N) get to drink but I don’t?” Peter asked as he watched Thor pour you some Asgardian mead.

“Earth-563, drinking age is once you become a legal adult. We don’t have an arbitrary second age, it’s dumb.” You sat down and threw half of your blanket over Peter’s shoulder.

“I am eighteen though.”

“Sorry Spiderling.” Tony handed him a cup of apple juice. “Next time be born in a parallel universe.”

“Or England,” Vision added.

You all laughed. Vision was slowly learning the art of things like sarcasm and his jokes were getting better by the day. You winked at Peter when you thought no one was looking and poured a bit of your mead in his cup.

Everyone noticed the shift after day three. It was the first time you slept through the whole night, no nightmares no having to move to the couch. While most of the team just relaxed, you found comfort in feeding the animals and riding the horses. It was another schedule, just like your runs with Steve. It gave you control. You were saddling up when Steve entered the barn.

“There you are. We missed you at breakfast.”

“Yeah, got a head start this morning. You know Clint’s chickens are kind of demons before feeding.”

Steve laughed at that before getting serious. “You slept through the night.”

“It’s been difficult until now. I just feel bad my screaming has probably been waking everyone up. That had to have been annoying.”

“We all understand.”

“Thank you for being with me the whole time, Steve.”

“Of course, doll. Anything for you. I’m sorry a thousand times over for that mission.”

“I volunteered… I don’t think anyone knew it was going to go that bad. You got to admit, roofied cologne is a new one.”

“You had me scared as hell. I’m never letting anything like that happen to you again. I really care about you, really care.”

Steve reached for your hand. He wanted you to know he meant every word. You looked at where your hands were connected and then up at him. After connecting with those (e/c) eyes, Steve had to tell you. After what had happened, you were all he could think about. He accepted that he wanted you and not just physically like the lies he told himself. He wanted you. Just pure, unadulterated you. It felt like you were back in the compound that night at 2am. There was something between you and Steve that hung in the air. You knew it when his gaze wouldn’t break away from yours.

“Can I kiss you, Stevie?” You asked as you got closer.

“I’d like nothing more, doll.”

He met you halfway. Your lips fit together. Like they were meant for each other. Steve kissed slowly to keep you with the power but passionate enough that you knew he wanted every ounce of it. While he knew you smelled like vanilla, he wasn’t expecting the taste of your mint chapstick that stung his lips in all the best ways as he kissed you.

Steve let your hands guide his to very gently rest on your waist. He was careful to only add enough pressure that you knew his hands were there. You pulled apart and Steve was red in the face with the biggest grin you had seen since being at the compound.

“Team’s gonna give me shit when they find out,” he laughed. “Totally worth it.”

“We don’t have to say anything right now.”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t think I can handle other people in our relationship right now. I need something to myself for now, away from all the looks— they already won’t stop because of the incident.”

“Relationship?”

Steve chuckled as you stumbled out words, trying to backtrack. “I’m messing with you (Y/N).”

“Not funny, Rogers.”

“I’m sorry, doll.” He kissed the corner of your mouth.

“We’ll tell them when we’re ready?”

“When you’re good and ready we’ll let the team know.”

Steve’s heart swelled when you smiled at him. Steve did it. He got over himself (albeit not in the direction he had initially planned) and it paid off. You both just stood there looking at each other. Steve wanted to kiss you a thousand times over and you wanted to do the same. You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

“I was about to go on a horseback ride. Do you want to come with?”

Steve finally let go of your waist and started to saddle up his own horse.

(Part 8)...

#steve rogers x reader #marvel fic #avengers fic

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ao3feed-sambucky · 2 years

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it's new (the shape of your body)

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/41190765

by reynosaurus

Steve recommends Sam to his childhood best friend/masseuse. Bucky is nothing like Sam expected.

Words: 1922, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Joaquín Torres, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Alpine (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: frenemies to lovers, bucky is a masseuse, sam is cap, Not Canon Compliant, but kind of canon adjacent, sam and bucky bicker a lot, Steve is a little shit, Bucky is a little shit, sam is a competitive little shit, graphic descriptions of massages, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Sam Wilson Has PTSD, everyone kinda has PTSD though, Everyone Is Alive, and everyone needs a hug, Eventual Smut

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/41190765

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT

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boxofbonesfic · 3 years

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Title: Rub Down

Rating: Explicit, MINORS, DNI!

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, relationship angst if you squint?

“A-are you sure?” You ask Steve nervously, almost fumbling the bottle of massage oil he casually tosses at you. “I don’t want to hurt you.” You know it was your idea to give him the massage, but suddenly now you’re nervous. You don’t know the first thing about massage techniques, you couldn’t bear the sight of Steve limping around the house any longer.

“You won’t hurt me, sweet pea.” He says gently, and as he tries to bend to lower the massage table he winces. “You don’t have to if you don’t want—”

“No, no,” you shake your head. “I want to help,” you say firmly. You try not to look away embarrassedly as he strips out of the loose sweats he’s wearing, and you feel yourself tingle shamefully at the sight of his cock. He’s not hard, but still impressive, and you tear your eyes away as he climbs onto the table.

Steve’s perfect ass makes you bite your lip as he sighs comfortably, and you drape the thin sheet across his hips. It’s less for his modesty and more for your own sanity, you already know you won’t be able to concentrate. Not when he’s cheeked up like that on a goddamn Wednesday afternoon.

It’s downright unfair.

You carefully pick up the bottle of oil, and pour some onto your hands the way you’ve seen Steve do before. You almost drop the bottle again, swearing quietly, and your face heats as Steve chuckles. You just want to make him feel good, the way he does for you. You swear his hands are magic, the way he undoes the painful knots in your muscles.

You warm the oil in your hands before looking down at the broad expanse of his back. He already lowered the table, but it’s still a little high as you struggle to reach across him. You’re not really thinking when you do it, and it’s not until you’ve swung your leg across his thighs, seating yourself firmly just below his ass that he clears his throat.

“This part of the massage, sweetheart?” He teases, and you glare at the back of his head.

“Quiet, you.” You smooth your hands up his back, and you can feel the tension in his muscles from the pull. You’re not a masseuse by any means, but it’s intuitive enough, especially when he sighs, relaxing into your touch. You rub in slow circles up and down the taut flesh of his back. Steve’s got an insane body, you already know this, but every time you touch him the awe doesn’t seem to lessen. You swallow thickly, trying to force yourself to focus damnit—

You lean lower, practically draping yourself across his back to get at his shoulders, and that’s when you feel it—the subtle shift of his hips underneath you. You brush it off—maybe he’s adjusting, maybe he’s uncomfortable. You’re the pervert getting hot and bothered by doing a nice, normal task for your… friend? Boyfriend? Friend with benefits? You’re not actually sure what’s going on between you and your now ex-massage therapist.

I can’t go back there and look Julia in the eye ever again, you think grimly as you shudder. Getting caught by the receptionist was not how you’d forseen your last session going.

You work more oil into Steve’s skin, and he groans softly at the feel of your hands. You smirk, maybe you’re better at this than you thought. You smooth your hands down his back, squeezing his hips with your thighs for balance—

And you feel it again. The slow rock of his hips into the pliant leather of the massage table. You pause, looking down at his hands. At first glance they appear to be relaxed at his sides, but when you peek longer, you watch his long, thick fingers curl into his palms tightly as he ruts against the table.

Your face flames and your mouth goes dry. What… do I do? You know you’re wet, you can feel your slick soaking into your panties as Steve shifts slowly beneath you. I want him to feel good.

The switch flips in your brain, and even though you’re nervous, you continue. But instead of the deep, pointed pressure you were attempting to put on his muscles before, now you stroke him softly, languidly. And when you lean forward to get at his shoulders again, your breasts brush against his back, the hardened tips of your nipples dragging just along the skin.

You’re rewarded with a gravelly moan, half strangled like he’s trying not to let you hear it, but like he can’t keep it in, and you feel yourself clench wetly. You’ve soaked clean through your panties, and you can feel them, and the stretchy fabric of your bike shorts sticking to you. You lick your dry lips.

“D-does it feel good, Steve?” You ask, and you hear a muffled curse from the other side of the table.

“Fuck—Lean up, sweetheart.” His voice is hoarse but you obey the command, and he turns over onto his back, almost destabilizing you in the process. He catches you before you can fall, though, his strong hands wrapping around your forearms as he steadies you. Your slick core is pressed against the hard length of his cock, and you mewl and bite your lip as Steve lets out a strained breath. He tugs up the hem of your loose, cropped tank-top and bites his lip at the sight of your tits. “No bra—God, I knew you were tryin’ t’kill me, doll.”

He cups them, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You’re shamefully wet, and you see Steve’s eyes stray to your shorts. “How much were these?” He asks, snapping at the cheap elastic. It’s a weird question, and you cock your head at him.

“What? I dunno, like five bucks at Target—hey!” The crotch tears easily when he yanks, and he shoves your panties aside. The head of his cock is flushed and leaking, precum gathered wetly at the tip. You don’t wait for him to ask you as you rise up just enough for him to prod at your entrance.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who enjoyed the massage,” he chuckles teasingly, and you bite your lip. Before you can come up with a snarky retort, he begins edging inside, and your mouth falls open. He’s so thick, the stretch burns pleasurably as he seats himself inside you. He hisses through his teeth, his hands flexing on your hips. “Goddamn, doll, you are—fuck.”

You feel just a little pride at the way his words have failed him, but that’s lost to the delicious pull, push, stretch of him moving inside you. You don’t have words, only sounds as he drives up into you over and over at a deliciously torturous pace. It feels so good, you’re whimpering and crying, clenching down on his cock desperately—he refuses to let you speed up the pace, holding your hips still as he pistons into you slow and deep.

“S-Steve, I’m—ooh fuck.” Whatever words you were going to say are lost on your tongue as your brain refocuses on the pleasure, unable to spare the capacity to speak.

Steve grins up at you, and you don’t miss the wicked little glint in his eye. “That’s right, baby. Save it for when you’re squirtin’ all over this table.” He snaps his hips up into yours and you let out a strangled moan, accompanied by more babble. You almost hate that he’s right—you’ve never done that with anyone else, but Steve always seems to bring you to shaking, crying relief.

You’re already close, and when one of his fingers begin circling your clit, you shudder. “Steve, m’gonna cum,” you whine pathetically, and he moans, finally picking up the pace. His balls slap heavily against the cheeks of your ass, the only other accompanying sound to the rising cacophony of moans and the wet noise of your cunt.

“I know, sweetheart. Do it,” he growls, and a particularly hard thrust sends you flying, a gush of slick coats both of your thighs as you tremble above him, your pussy clenching audibly around his cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—” He holds you still, his fingers digging into the softness of your ass as you feel him coat your insides.

You fall against his chest, his cock still lodged firmly in your center, and you lay there listening to the sound of his breathing. You trace aimless patterns on his chest as you catch your breath, and he does the same on your hips. You swallow before clearing your throat.

“So… I did a good job?”

#steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #steve rogers x you #smut #Masseuse!Steve #Massage Therapist AU #massage therapist!Steve #bones drabbles #boxofbonesfic #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers smut #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #MCU AU

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stucky-fanfic-recommendations · 5 years

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Bucky's not sure if working for Black Widow Magazine is a good idea given his history with Natasha, but when he's asked to shadow her to Carters Spa as a 'perk' he's got to admit that maybe the job has more merit than he previously thought.

#masseuse au #masseuse steve #massages #meet cute #winter soldier bucky #stucky #stucky fanfic #stucky fic rec #steve x bucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes

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queenoftheworldisdead · 3 years

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Could you maybe write something with dark dark Steve who has a huge size kink and crying kink and loves to humiliate?

School Days

Note: sorry it took so long. been kinda down. also hope i did OK with humiliation.

Summary: Co-worker makes you feel uncomfortable.

Warning: 18+Only, short reader, size kink, crying kink, humiliation kink, non consent, forced fingering and cock warming i think

Dark Coach Steve x Short Teacher Reader

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You had always had a love of teaching. Growing up your friends would always groan when it was your turn to pick what to play, because you always chose to play school.

You knew exactly what you wanted to do when you got to college. You wanted to shape young minds. It was fascinating watching them grow and learn right before your very eyes.

Shelby elementary hired you two years after you received all of your certificates. Replacing their beloved Mrs.Pepper Potts after she moved out of town with her husband.

You taught first graders. You preferred teaching the lower grades. The higher grades were a bit difficult. Competing for attention when most of the students where dealing with raging hormones proved an exhausting endeavor. Your short stature became a reoccurring issue too. During your student teacher days you realized the taller they got the more they seemed to not take you seriously.

At least working with the lower grades you were less likely to be confused as a student. You had lost track of how many times you were stopped in the hall by a colleague. With the lower grades you towered over your class and commanded respect with little effort.

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You felt exhausted. Your first parent teacher meeting was over. It was endearing and encouraging that so many parents had so many concerns about the development of their little ones. But their critiques on your credentials didn't fail to strike a nerve, an issue new teachers faced all the time. You smiled through it as you normally did. Letting them have their back handed remarks as you answered and waited out the clock.

When it was all over you needed a drink. You cleared up the mess they left for you, a preview of what to expect from their spawn.

When everything was in its place you tackled the blackboard. Taking out your stool you stood on tip toes erasing. You had the bright idea of outlining your curriculum on the board for all the parents to view. It was hard getting it all on the massive board, but with your step stool you got as high as you could go.

"Hey! Whoa you know that's dangerous." A voice rushed to your side as your stool tilted.

"Are you OK little one?" he asked helping you down.

God he's tall. You barely came eye to eye with his chest. You tensed in his arms and when he realized his mistake he released you.

"Oh sorry" he rubbed the back of his head slightly embarrassed. "I'm Steve Rogers." He reached out a hand for you to shake. You took it and introduced yourself. His firm grip swallowed your hand, when he squeezed you held in the hurt from the pressure.

Steve's presence was intimidating despite the smile he wore. When he released your hand, you took as step back, but he stepped forward.

He is just a close talker. Don't over analyze.

"Sorry again with your clothes I just assumed you were..." He motioned at your clothing.

Taking inspiration from Ms Frizz, your favorite animated teacher, you always wore colorful puffy skirts that depicted various things related to education or fairy tails. The look kept the attention of the youngsters, but it certainly didn't look childish.

"It's OK, but I am afraid you are a bit late for the meeting."

Spinning away you move to the other side of your desk to give yourself more space. "If you wouldn't mind filling in your information, encase of emergencies or special needs. I know you probably filled it out for the front office, but I like to have my own copy." You explained as you handed him a pen and the piece of construction paper with the other parents info.

He took it and filled it out. "I just erased the curriculum, but I can email you a copy."

"Did you also used to teach at Camdien?" Steve inquired, bending over your desk as he wrote. While you waited you packed up your belongings.

"Um yes I was a student teacher there. Did you have a child there too?"

"I coached there actually. Well was." He rose and approached you. Slipping your purse straps on your shoulder, you tried to remember if you seen his face before. You didn't recognize it. As striking as he was you doubted you would forget it.

But the athletic department lived in a world separate from the teachers. Their multiple championships brought in funding that went to their brand new athletic facility. The highly coveted building allowed them to live above the peasant class of the faculty. You had even heard a nonsensical rumor that they even had a Starbucks and onsite masseuse.

When he handed it back you reached out, but Steve pulled the paper just out of reach. Hovering it over your head like a bully playing keep away. You huff and frown after two attempts. You were not a child and would not be treated as such. Pursing your lips you made a move to leave. You would just go through the admin office to get the information.

"Aw don't pout, but I must say you do look adorable when you do." He smiled down at you as he blocked your retreat. His wholesome grin did not match the darkness in his eyes. There was a disconnect somewhere. You felt like a mouse before a lion. Were the other teachers like this? You were so eager to get started working you did little research in the school that so swiftly hired you. "Here you go."

Snatching the paper away you say, "thank you." It sounded slightly annoyed, but you did your best to choke down the edge.

Unhooking the lip of your bag you placed it with the others as his shadow clouded you. Ignoring it you side step him.

"Yeah I remember. I used to see you at Camdien." Steve recalled, blocking you once more. You stopped just short of bumping into him as you closed your bag. "Cute little thing, roaming the halls." Steve informed you, stepping closer once more, making you take a step back. The alarm bells blared in your head at that comment.

"Boy wasn't I relieved I wasn't crossing the line with all the thoughts I had." He chuckled as your back hit the chalkboard. You had to strain your neck to look him in the eye this close.

The principal was making his rounds soon. He wouldn't try anything right?

"Mr. Rogers-"

"Coach" he interrupted. He didn't touch you but that fact gave you very little relief. You felt your nails dig into your palm as you gripped the thin strap of your bag. Your arm the only barrier between you two. "Just call me Coach."

"Rogers!" Your saving grace, Principal Barnes, exclaimed from the door. Steve's body blocked you from James. "There you are. Nice to see your getting to know your colleagues."

"Yeah, just sharing stories from Camdien" Steve stepped aside to greet Principal James. His hand landed on the top of your head, messing your hair as he patted you playfully like a dog. You swallowed the discomfort as he moved to talk to James. You gathered the rest of your things as they focused their attention on each other.

"Oh yeah I forgot you both came from their."

You took that opportunity to make your exit. Walking fast mumbling a 'goodnight,' you bolted toward the door. They replied back, but you ignored it, allowing their chatter to fade the further down the hall you got.

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The first week of school was hectic. Lost students, late students, little accidents here and there, it ran the gambit. But nothing worried you more than P.E. period.

Steve was listed as your classes gym teacher and made the drop-off a chore. It surprised you how increasingly inappropriate he was becoming. Always stretching out your name flirtatiously in front of the children causing them to taunt you with 'OOO's, and pepper you with questions about the nonexistent relationship until you departed.

They stayed in line as you approached the double doors that led to the gymnasium. He was there, dressed in his sweat pants, gym shirt and the whistle dangled from his lips.

As you ushered them inside he caught site of you as he wrangled another group and smirked. It was unnerving especially when your students egged him on by making kissy noises loudly when they noticed him too. On one occasion he sent a note with one of your students asking you out. You ignored it.

You should've reported him you know, but what would they say 'Oh he was just being friendly' or any number of things to justify his behavior. You'd been in enough situations to know without evidence that met their standards nothing would happen.

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In the teachers lounge Steve made his presence known. You stared at your custom coffee mug as it sat high on the edge of the third shelf. You had half a mind to take and break his, as it taunted you from the first. You were growing more and more tired of his antics. This wasn't the first time and you knew it wouldn't be the last.

Two arms planted themselves on either side of you as something rested on your head.

It was him you knew it. Who else would it be?

"Need some help little one?" He hummed.

"God damn it Steve get off me" you barked You elbowed him, but the mountain of a man didn't budge.

"No need to be nasty."

You felt him push you into the counter, crushing you against it as he reached for your cup on the high shelf.

"Here you go" he said placing it daintily in front of you.

Calm down don't blow your lid he is doing this to fuck with you.

"Shouldn't you be watching my class?" You asked as you waited for him to move out of your way.

"Student teacher got me covered. You remember what that's like? Give them the work while we teachers kick back and relax."

He backed away allowing you to get the coffee, but stayed glued to your side. You ignored him, pulling out your phone and flopped on the couch, waiting for gym time to end.

Steve of course sat next to you crowding you into the corner. He boldly placed a hand on your thigh, you brushed it off, cursing at him to 'go away'. If you got up he would only follow so you crossed your legs and leaned into the arm of the couch. Don't let him get to you.

Steve stretched out his arm on the back of the couch. Even sitting next to you he towered over you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you in snugly. Your head resting against his tone chest. "God your so adorable."

"Steve!" you almost shriek at him as his other hand slyly crept under your skirt. "Jesus Christ what the hell is wrong with you."

You try to stand suddenly, but get jerked back down. Landing in the same awkward situation as before.

"Fuck you let me go" you hissed at him. He only chuckled as you tried to stop his hand from advancing up your skirt again. You became panicked the further he got.

Clamping your thighs tightly together as he wedged between your crossed legs. Your eyes shifted to the door before you, the couch sat across from the only entrance. If anyone came in they surely would be under the wrong assumptions.

His arm refused to budge as you attempted to pry him away. Steve was nothing but muscle, struggling was getting you no where, each shift pressed him hard against your sensitive area.

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"You know I've been nothing, but nice to you" Steve sounded disappointed.

"Stop please" you sounded panicked and desperate. Your nails dug into his arm as you tried to fight back an ache that taunted you as he teased.

"But you always give me attitude." He stated casually.

You slapped him. The sound loud in the empty room. Your eyes blurred with tears of frustration. Your hit did nothing, only leaving his cheek red, but from the smile on his face he liked it.

"And violent too. Hope you don't act that way around your class" he tsked while poking hard at the growing wet spot. You felt your spine curve and breath become heavier, your toes curled in your shoes as he increased his friction.

"Oh look at you. You like that don't you" he teased rubbing circles after noticing the tension in your legs relax. You cocked back to slap him again, but stopped when you felt his other hand at the back of your neck. It squeezed softly, but it was a warning nonetheless. You felt defeated. Not only was Steve bigger than you, he was stronger. Tears of frustration finally fell as you lowered your hand and let him do as he pleased.

"God your even cuter when you cry." He preened. "Tell you what. Since we don't have that much time....Kiss me and I will stop." You bristled as you felt him peel your panties to the side.

He didn't wait for your reply. Steve crashed his lips on to yours without warning. You flinched expecting pain, but it was soft. It was so tender that with anyone else they would given and close their eyes, accept it, but you couldn't.

"Stop..Steve.. Please" You panted over his lips, pushing at his chest as his fingers pushed into you. He didn't stop, the kiss only embolden him to go further. You whimpered and moaned as he took from you.

"Give me your panties" he asked pulling away from you, but his fingers still curled inside. "You promised you'd stop" you remind him, wiping away tears.

He wasn't going to relent, you could tell by the determination in his eyes. You felt exposed and embarrassed. Anyone could walk in at any moment and he knew it. He would probably get a slap on the wrist while you would need to find employment else where to escape the shame.

"I promise this time" he said lowly. "No tricks."

Swallowing your pride you lifted in your seat, he moved just enough to let the fabric pass. Rolling them down your knees quickly you hand them over. His hands slipped from you as you pass it. He held them up to the light and examined the wetness he created. Wiping away tears, you stood and bolted toward the door, but stopped when Steve whistled loudly.

"I think you forgot something."

You turned to find him pointing at your discarded mug.

"If you leave it, I leave this in it", he waved your shame in the air.

"Don't forget to wash it....don't want it to leave a stain" he ordered from the couch. You walked back on edge. Snatching the mug from the other side of the table. You rushed to the sink and rinsed your cup. More tears fell as you felt the wetness between your legs. The mirror mounted above the sink allowed you to examine yourself. Your mascara bled a bit and lipstick smeared, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with a dab of a napkin.

You swore to never step foot in the lounge ever again. If you needed to eat you would do it in your car or at your desk. This was supposed to be a magical time for you, but with Steve it had turned into a nightmare.

You sniffed as you blinked away the tears, forcing yourself to stop crying. Gym time was almost over and you needed to pull yourself together and collect your class.

"You know how often I wonder about you" Steve said rising from the couch, you watched him carefully from the mirror. You fumbled your mug, the water splashing back at you.

"Steve you promised" you said meekly, utterly defeated. He stared at you through the mirror, you felt his eyes watch your discomfort as you picked up the cup.

"What would the parents think if they knew their kids teacher walks around the class with no panties on" he tutted. You hung your head low and noticed your panties balled up in his hand as he rested it on the counter.

"I also wonder" He said pressing you into the sink. You felt his resolve through his sweat pants. "Do you fit?"

Fit?

Then it became clear. You felt his cock against your backside. You tried frantically to flea, but Steve caught you by the neck.

"I'm willing to bet you can't even fit half of me inside" he whispered in your ear as he bent you over the sink, crushing. "If I'm wrong I will let you go." Your eyes rounded as he hauled up your skirt. You whimpered as the cool air of the staff room tickled your exposed rear.

Steve was really going to fuck you in the staff room. These walls were paper thin and he knew it. Your head swirled in panic as you pleaded with him to stop. He only chuckled and shimmied down his sweat pants as you swatted back at him.

He angled and aligned himself as you sobbed. The tip slipped through your wet thighs, finding the target of its need.

You choked down a guttural moan as he breathed out 'good girl'. He watched your face as every inch stretched through your insides.

"Its is too much" you gasped out, trembling from the pressure, dancing on your tip toes as you adjusted around him.

"Its all inside" he praised the accomplishment. Forcing you to look at the mirror. "You fit me so good...see."

The mirror reflected your assault to your horror. "All cute holding me inside, taking everything I got" he said while stretching you.

Shooting pains radiated from your core as sharp breaths escaped you.

"Look at you" he taunted "coming apart just for me.... "

You heard the door to the room open and close quickly as you panted wildly. Steve didn't pull out, unabashed, letting whomever take in his pale ass as he continued to stuff you.

You didn't know who saw you, you only hoped his massive body hid you and your shame.

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#dark steve x reader #dark steve x black reader #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve x black!reader #black writer

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sokovianheadtilt · 2 years

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Behind Closed Doors

Steve Rogers x black!reader

Summary: Steve’s a famous actor but no one knows he’s. arrived and you’re tired of being his little secret

A/N: ngl i kinda hate this now, but i got too far in and didn’t want to stop, so i hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1.2k

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Steven Grant Rogers. One of the biggest a-list celebrities today. You sat on the sidelines as you watched his interviews, his shows, movies, supporting him in every way you can. You never held Steve back from pursuing his career, even if it meant you wouldn't see him for months on end due to him filming different projects.

You would always miss him dearly The nights where you had to sleep alone with that empty space beside you were sometimes too much to bare, but you didn't want Steve to know. You didn't want him to feel guilty for being away all the time, but as of late, your patience is starting to wear thin.

Here's the thing, you and Steve have been together for almost 9 years and married for 3. You have known each other your whole lives, being there for each other the whole time. You were even at the audition where Steve caught his big break and you couldn't have been more proud. There's another thing, no one knows about you or his relationship status. To the public he was the perfect eligible bachelor. But behind closed doors, he was the perfect doting husband.

When he was back home, all he did was pamper and spoil you. He always made you dinner even when you insisted he didn't need to, when he noticed you were stressed because of work, he flew in the masseuse to take the tension from your body, whenever you wanted something, all you had to do was ask. You loved this lifestyle, you just wish it wasn't a secret anymore.

You knew why he wanted it this way. He was trying to protect you from public scrutiny. He knew the media could be harsh, more so to black women and he didn't want things to be more tough on you. But at this point, you didn't care. You wanted to be at his side during premieres, visit him on set, travel with him while he films. Even when you watched his interviews with his ring finger bare, it made your heart clench. You remember the day you got married. It was a small wedding, your parents and his the only ones in attendance, just how you wanted it. You were thankful that the public didn't find out. You knew Steve would've done his best to make sure your private life stayed private.

You were ready to publicly be his wife, publicly support him. You didn't care about the hate you knew you would get, hell you saw how bad the hate the girls he was rumored to be dating was. You had thick skin though, you were tough and you could take on randoms on the internet who knew nothing of your relationship.

Well today Steve was coming back from filming a new movie and you were anxiously waiting for him to get back. You were biting your lip and fiddling with your hands while you sat on the couch. You never met him at the airport in case paparazzi caught you both. When you heard the keys fiddle with the lock and the front door opening, you didn’t hesitate to get up and run to him, jumping in his arms.

You felt the rumble of his chuckling against your chest as he gently set you down and cupped your face to give you a gentle kiss. You smiles against his lips before pulling away slightly.

“ I missed you” you pouted up at him as Steve just smiled at you

“ I missed you too”

“ How was filming?" you asked as you helped him take his luggage up to your shared room

“Un, pretty good, had to do a lot of re- shoots so it took longer than expected, I'm sorry”

You shook your head “ No it's okay. I know now busy you can be"

He smiled softly as he started to unpack. You bit your lip and fidgeted with your fingers, wondering when the best time to ask him about you guys going public would be. You knew it would be hard to hide your uneasiness around him. He was always good at knowing when you were upset, so you thought you might as well bring it up now.

“ Um, Stevie? Can we talk for a sec?” you moved a little closer to him

He immediately turned to face you, setting down the clothes he was about to fold

" Yeah, what's on now your mind?” Steve couldn't lie, he hated when you started sentences time that. He would always assume the worst.

You shrugged and moved your hands behind your back “ I… kinda want us to go public”

Steve furrowed his eyebrows “Why?”

"Because why not? How much longer are you gonna play a single man?” you frowned, waiting for his reaction

Steve gave you a confused look before frowning “I thought we agreed to do that to protect you from the public"

“ I know that Steve, but I'm not some helpless child who needs to be shielded from the world. I want to stop taking all these precautions just so we're not seen together, it's exhausting. I want to be able to travel with you while you film and see what you do”

You didn't know if you were being dramatic, but it felt like you were living separate lives and you hated it. You looked into his eyes to see his reaction “Say something"

Steve sighed softly “ I just wanted to do my best to protect you " “ I know, but I'm ready. And I know what I'm gettingmyself into. I'm not oblivious”

He looked at you before nodding “Okay, okay if your ready to go public then I am too" he smiled softly “I just hope you don't regret it"

You shook your head "I won't regret it I promise"

It wasn't long before Steve made the announcement on Instagram revealing you as his wife. He used a picture from your wedding day and paired it with a long caption explaining why he hid you from the public for so long. The reception was mainly positive, many people believing you were a hot couple.

You were more than relieved to see so many people being supportive. You can confidently say that you were fully expecting the worse. But that was the least of your worries as you felt more free now that Steve is able to bring you everywhere he went now. You also had fun watching him during interviews, being his goofy self.

When he brought you on set you were impressed with the whole process of how movies were made. The stunts Steve did were impressive even though they would nearly give you a heart attack when you thought he was going to fall. All the hotels you stayed in were luxurious. The beds were always so soft and the room service were to die for.

One after Steve had a very long day of shooting, you both opted to spend the night watching movies and cuddling. You pulled your eyes from the TV and look up at Steve who was already asked. You could tell he was tired but was fighting sleep to stay awake with you. You reached over to tum the TV off and moved to lay your head on Steve’s chest.

You laid there for a bit as you thought about if you regretted anything, and you definitely didn't. You preferred being here with Steve than laying alone in your bed alone back home. You smiled a little at the thought before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep with the love of your life.

#sokovianheadtilt #steve rogers x black!reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #black!reader

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Lost in Zero Gravity (P.2)

Title: Lost in Zero Gravity (Part Two) Summary: Fem!Reader x Mob Boss!Tony Stark x Mob Boss!Steve Rogers. Reader is a call girl who runs high end parties. She catches the attention of Tony Stark who invites her back to his room with his friend. She might have performed too well because she becomes their new favorite play toy and they don’t like to share. Words: 3,072 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Smut, prostitution, infidelity, angst, domestic violence, stalking, possessive behavior Author’s Note: Song inspo for this fic

Part One || Part Three || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

“You must have made a really good first impression,” Tatiana commented, blowing out a ring of smoke. Her charcoal lined eyes creased with her pleased smile.

You shrugged, “I was just working.”

“Don’t try to be modest now. It’s not becoming on you,” she laughed in response.

She had called you into her office to tell you that you had been specifically requested for an assignment. It seemed Tony and Steve’s mob were going to be taking a vacation and they wanted you available. You were not one to turn down a paid vacation, especially if they were going to be there. As dangerous as they were, they had been a good fuck and Tony had made sure to get you off. That was far more than probably eighty percent of the people you had been with since you started working the service.

You hated the smell of the cigarette smoke and it was always the hovering stench in her office. She was going to kill herself far too young and maybe shave a few years off your life in return for however she made you stand in here. You adored her, there was no doubt about that. But you wished she would kick the habit.

“Where are they going?” you asked, feigning that you were contemplating about refusing the assignment.

“Riviera Maya.” You narrowed your eyes and she said, “It’s in Mexico.”

An inclusive resort no doubt. It could be fun. Maybe you could ask someone to travel with you so you would not be completely alone when they were not wanting to bed you. Or maybe not… some time alone might do you well.

Tatiana added, “Wives are going to be there though.”

“So, why am I gonna be there?” you asked honestly.

Tatiana snorted, “Oh, stellina.” She took another deep inhale exhaling as she said, “There are so many things there to keep the spouses occupied. They’re rarely together except for dinner. It’s just for appearances.”

Rich people’s lives sounded exhausting.

“You just need to be out in the open, keeping yourself available for them whenever they have an opportunity to slip away and have some fun with you. Otherwise, just keep yourself occupied with the beach and nice drinks. I know you hate suntanning but there are shops to poke around in. I know you like shopping.”

“That I do.”

“Maybe they’ll give you extra.”

“I don’t want to go around trying to get greedy.”

Tatiana smirked at that. “That’s my girl. I trained you well.”

<><><>

Pushing your sunglasses up onto your head, you hopped up onto one of the barstools on the bar you had just walked by and circled back to. You had yet to see either Tony or Steve and you had been here since yesterday. The place was relaxing and the room was great. You had basically sunk into the bed, having one of the best nights of sleep you had had in a long while without any noise from Elisha in her room along your wall back home. Leaning over the counter, you asked for a strawberry lemonade.

“Strawberry lemonade? It’s a party, dollface.”

You recognized that voice and you straightened back up, turning your head to look in his direction.

Steve was standing there, leaning on the counter. He was a sight for sore eyes. He was only in swim trunks, aviator glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. That did not hide the fact you knew his eyes were running unabashedly over your body. Your stomach fluttered at the sight of him, thinking of how he handled you last time.

“I bought this specifically for this vacation,” you said, hopping down from the stool and turning around for him to let him see the whole suit. When you turned back around, he was grinning. “It looks good right?”

He nodded, “You look damn sexy.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

“My wife is here,” Steve said, and you frowned instantly at this immediate change in conversation. Was he trying to kill the mood so quickly? He said, “I know. She’s got her little masseuse guy here to keep her entertained, so I should be able to have my own fun. But I’m trying to be good.”

Picking up on his hint, you sauntered towards him. Your hand came up, resting on his chest. “Why do you have to be good if she isn’t being good?”

“I had to hold it in until she ran off,” he told you.

You pulled his sunglasses down to see his eyes, keeping them on the bridge of his nose. You smiled when you were able to actually meet his gaze.

“Well, when do you get to not be good?”

“Right now,” he said and you smiled in response. “It’s why I came and found you. I saw you yesterday. Wandering around. Took everything in me to not come up to you. Looked like you found yourself a nice little boyfriend though?”

“He was trying really hard but no… no dice for that guy,” you told him.

You pushed his glasses back up and your arms wrapped around his neck. He grinned back at you, his fingers tracing along your exposed back.

“I’m assuming you’re liking what you’re seeing?”

“Very much,” he murmured, his fingers playing with the hem of your suit.

You nuzzled your nose to his. “Hmm. So we know where this is going?”

<><><>

You stood in front of the mirror, completely bare. Steve had brought you back to their villa. Tony’s wife was gone, off to a spa treatment. The room had a wide door open to the patio overlooking the ocean. There was a hot tub and pool on the patio and although you wanted to indulge, you refrained. You got undressed for them instead, waiting for them to get antsy enough to take charge. It did not take long as you predicted.

Tony came up from behind you, nude as well. His hands ran across your breasts, cupping.

“Don’t you look marvelous…” he murmured, his fingers tweaking at your erect nipples. You bucked ever so slightly, and he smirked. His nose came to nuzzle into the nape of your neck. “I knew I chose right… a perfect gem.”

“You still seem to like what you’re seeing?”

He chuckled, one hand snaking down to toy with the top of your sex.

“You’re gonna look even better underneath that mirror.”

You turned in his arms, your forehead pressing against his. “A man that likes to review his work. I don’t know if I should be worried.”

“I didn’t get to where I am by being a half ass.”

Steve was at your other side and he enveloped you to him. To both of them, you asked, “Any critiques?”

“Loaded question,” Steve chuckled. “I mean, the biggest is you haven’t sunk one of your holes on either of us. I mean, it’s been a whole five minutes. What’s the hold up?”

“Sorry, I was enjoying the company.”

He kissed the tip of your nose lightly, “And I’m sorry for being so charismatic.”

“I’m assuming you can’t multitask then? Be charismatic and fuck me at the same time?”

A low growl left his mouth now, “You’ve got a mouth on you.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Not at fucking all,” he told you pulling you over to the bed.

Steve was looking upwards, and you knew he was taking in the sight of you hovering over him as you sunk onto his length in the ceiling mirror. His eyes were swimming with arousal and you hoped to always be the cause for that.

<><><>

“Y/N, you got a gift,” Wendy said, pointing at the table as you walked into the brothel’s kitchen. You had come in to get a drink but smiled seeing the bouquet and gift.

“Really?” you asked, letting your backpack fall from your shoulder and along with your carry-on drop to the ground. You had just gotten back from Mexico; that was quick if it was from who you thought it was. Upon seeing the flowers, you knew your assumption had been correct. They had asked you what your favorite flowers were and even though that was extremely obvious why they were asking, you had told them all the same.

The bouquet was large and there was a nice heart balloon in the center. You smiled, leaning in and smelling the flowers deeply.

“Where’d you get those from?” Elisha asked, coming into the kitchen. You shrugged, smiling sheepishly, and she rolled her eyes, giving a little laugh, “I know exactly where those came from.”

“There’s also this,” you said picking up the gift bag from beside it, waving it at her.

“That’s dangerous,” Elisha commented, grabbing the bloody mary that Wendy had made her. They must have had a rough night.

You shrugged again, opening the bag. Your lips curled into a smile as you pulled out a bright blue teddy. “Cute,” you giggled. Elisha and Wendy shook their heads, taking a drink. You held it up against your body and asked, “Think they want me to wear it for next time?”

“I don’t think they bought it for shits and giggles,” Wendy snorted. “How was the trip?”

“It was nice.”

“Good to hear it. You should relish in this.”

“Oh, I am,” you said, putting the teddy back into the bag. You thought of the extra money that Steve had tucked into your bag, remembering that you should tuck that away. It was smarter to not spend all the money that was thrown at you. That is what fools did; you needed to think ahead.

<><><>

The dress was loose and casual, perfect for the saloon they had asked you to meet them at. They had sent a car for you and met you at the curbside. When you got out, you looked around, cocking an eyebrow at the sight of them dressed in nice, pressed jackets. You were going into a dive bar, what were they doing?

Tony took your arm, Steve trailing behind. “Hmm, a sun pattern,” Tony commented, his fingers pulling at the fabric of your dress.

You gripped his arm, smiling. “I like to be a shining beacon in people’s lives.”

Tony chuckled in response, his grip tightening on your waist. The bouncer did not ask for your IDs; they must know them. It was dimly lit, packed. There were dancers on the stage and your eyes were drawn to their movements. The woman dancing had curves to die for.

“Where we going?” you asked as they led you through the bar. Your eyes ran around the tables the further you went in. Did they have a reservation?

“For the real party, sweetheart,” Tony told you, his lips brushing your ear. You shivered at the touch.

It was dark back here and you tensed. Tony felt it, a light chuckle leaving his lips. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I got you.”

Two men were standing in front of a door and they opened it when they saw the three of you approaching. There was a table with a group of other men, looking like they were waiting for the three of you. There were a handful of other women sitting around the perimeter of the room behind the players. They made brief eye contact with you, sizing you up quickly before averting their eyes again.

“Took you fucking long enough,” one of them drawled at Tony and Steve.

“Sorry, we were waiting for our lucky dame,” Tony returned.

Tony kissed your hand as you sat, before he turned away and sat in his chair. Steve’s hand grazed you affectionately, before he sat down as well.

You sat quietly, watching them play. It was poker, that much you knew. It was intense, the tension in the room could be cut with a knife. They were taking this seriously and you surmised they were gambling a bunch of money.

Steve was staring across the table at the first man who had spoken to them when they walked in, his eyes narrowed. The other man was not flinching but something must have been a tell for Steve because he pushed chips forward.

“Well, senator… I’m gonna raise you,” Steve commented.

Your heart stopped a bit, hearing him call him that. Your eyes narrowed at the man across the table. You did not pay attention to politics but the way the man’s face scrunched at Steve’s tone… you knew he had to be one. A senator. What had you let them drag you into?

The man chewed on his lip before throwing his cards down on the table without showing what they were.

Steve’s mouth broke into a wide grin and he held out his hands.

“Fuck you, Rogers,” the man snarled before getting up from the table. He buttoned his suit jacket, leaving the room without a second glance.

“Sore loser,” Steve commented, much to the amusement of the other men at the table to your surprise. You thought they would be more angry about losing the money they had but maybe the man had been a common enemy.

They gathered up the chips, tossing them into a bag. Tony’s hand snaked around your waist.

“Wanna spend this?” Tony asked, grinning broadly, holding the bag up to you as he guided you towards the door. You giggled and he kissed your cheek. “Steve’s treated us. But especially you, baby.”

<><><>

Pulling your dress back on over your head, you straightened it, making sure it was covering your ass. It was short and you did not need to be flashing anyone on the sidewalk.

“You sure you don’t want me to order you a cab…?” the man asked from behind you, taking a long drag on his joint. He was still lying in bed, watching you get dressed.

Confidently, you turned around, fluffing your hair. You shook your head, “It’s not too far. I’ll be fine.”

“You’re a tough cookie,” he said, shooting you a smile.

“I try to be,” you said winking at him, grabbing your purse.

You left his place quickly, heading back to the brothel. It was not a lie, it was not far.

The distance did not matter though when it came to what was waiting for you outside.

A hand closed around your arm, yanking you into an alley. You screamed but another hand slapped across your mouth as you were slammed up against the wall. Your heart was pounding, your eyes wide in fear staring at your assailant.

Your fear melted away to a mixture of anger and disgust. You would recognize those hazel eyes anywhere. You had stared into them far too many times as he towered over you, beating you into submission. You had run away from them far too many times, locking yourself in the bedroom until he got tired of trying to beat the door down.

Garnering strength from a place you did not know existed, you shoved him away, much to his surprise. He did not expect you to fight back, and he stumbled back.

“Have you been fucking following me?” you demanded, your chest heaving.

“Just interested to see what you’ve been doing since you ran off. Looks like you are visiting a bunch of men,” Jared sneered at you, getting back on his game and closing the space between you. Your fists clenched by your sides and he noticed, smirking. “You gonna hit me?”

“No,” you spat.

“So, what’s got you leaving someone’s apartment this time of night, baby?”

“That is none of your business.”

He shoved you back into the wall and you winced against the cement scratching at your skin. You swallowed it though, clenching your jaw, glaring at him. You were acting far braver than you felt. Jared always had the power to make you feel small and weak and it seemed just his presence had that same power. You felt just as helpless as you did a year and a half ago. He was frightening; you knew what violence he could unleash.

“What’s this?” Jared asked, yanking at your purse.

“Nothing, it’s my purse!” you said, your hands closing around it to try to yank it back from him.

“Looks pretty expensive, Y/N… Marc Jacobs? What have you been up to?”

He gave another hard yank, and the chain broke and you hissed against the pressure against your shoulder as it snapped away from you. You reached for it and he shoved you back again, harder this time and you let out a pained noise. Your eyes searched the buildings that surrounded you, hoping someone would be looking out the windows and be able to come to help you. It looked like no such luck.

He yanked out the hundreds the man you had just left had given you.

His eyes were dark, glowering at you. “Where’d you get this?”

“From work!”

His backhand was swift, knocking you off balance. But he was there to catch your falling momentum only to slam you up against the wall for the third time, his forearm pressed into your throat. You gasped, trying to breathe.

“You left me to spread your legs all over the city?”

“What are you talking about?” you exclaimed pitifully, trying to deny it. Your hands clawed at his arm and he only pressed in harder, making you gasp more desperately.

“I saw you go into that building with that man. Yes, I was following you! And you come back out with all this money? I shouldn’t be surprised. You always were a worthless slut.”

Tears pricked at your eyes and he growled, “You always did cry too soon for my liking.”

Your purse fell to the ground and his other hand reached up between your legs. You tried to fight him, and he socked you this time. Your head knocked against the wall and you saw stars.

Jared pushed away and you crumpled to the ground, gasping for air. You squeezed your eyes tightly, trying to gain back some sense of balance.

“Hey!” you heard someone shout from far off.

All you could see was Jared’s shoes coming in and out of your vision. You felt a sharp pain in your stomach making you lose all your breath before his shoes were gone. You blinked again before losing consciousness as you saw a new pair of shoes come into your line of sight.

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#steve rogers x reader #tony stark x reader #stony x reader #stony smut #marvel fic #my shit

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Requests & Challenges

A/N: Simply a collection of Marvel requests and a few random challenges I’ve been a part of!

Warning: Some of these are 18+ and contain smut.

Annoying Neighbour - The Single Dad! Tony Stark Series

Sharing - Tony Stark x Reader

Mommy kissed Santa - Tony Stark x Reader

Hang in there - Tony Stark x Reader

Right here - Tony x Reader

Watch you - Tony x Reader

What’s in a name? - Tony x Reader

Caught you - Tony x Reader

Winner winner - Tony x Reader

Love to lose - Tony x Reader

Tidying up - Young! Tony x Reader

As you are - Tony x Reader

Do you remember? - Tony x Reader

Punishment - Tony x Reader

Baby making - Tony x Reader

Welcome to the family - Young! Tony x Reader

Annoying Neighbour - Tony Stark x Reader

Strong - Tony Stark x Reader

Personal masseuse - Young! Tony x Reader

Drive in movie dates - Young! Tony x Reader

Treat - Young! Tony x Reader

Punishment 2.0 - Tony Stark x Reader

Stay - Steve Rogers x Reader

A Favour (Part 1) - Steve Rogers x Reader

A Favour (Part 2) - Steve Rogers x Reader

Pull - Steve Rogers x Reader

Sleepless - Steve Rogers x Reader

Bothered - Steve Rogers x Reader

Home Alone - Loki x Reader

No one knows - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Seizure - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Insomnia - Loki x Reader

Lay back - Loki x Reader

Enchantress - Loki x Reader

Charm - Loki x Reader

Not that drunk - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

The green monster - Loki x Reader

Professor Loki - Loki x Reader

Virtual - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Help - Sir Thomas Sharpe x Reader

Untitled - Loki x Reader

Can’t lose you - Loki x Reader

Cloaked Heart - Loki x Reader

Girls Night - Avengers x Reader

Wedding Fluff - Thor x Reader

You can trust me (Part 1) - Thor x Reader

You can trust me (Part 2) - Thor x Reader

Home - Thor x Reader

Inappropriate - Thor x Reader

Miss J (Part 1) - Thor x Reader

Miss J (2) - Thor x Reader

Oral - Thor x Reader

Need you now - Thor x Reader

De-stress - Thor x Reader

CEO - Chris Hemsworth x Reader (CEO AU)

Sparring - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Terrible Flirt - Bucky x Reader

Sunshine - Bucky x Reader

Change my life - Bucky x Reader

A Treat - Bucky x Reader

Just say yes - Bucky x Reader

Metal - Bucky x Reader

#tony stark x reader #thor odinson x reader #tom hiddleston x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #chris hemsworth x reader #tony stark fanfiction #thor odinson fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #tom hiddleston fanfiction #loki fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction

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Everything a (Big Bad) Wolf Could Want Chapter II

Chapter I

Summary: Fairy tales are real and living among humans. Your boyfriend, Steve Rogers AKA Prince Charming, found his long-lost friend from the old days. The problem is that you know his old friend too, and he is the last person you want to see.

Dark fic, potentially a DD:DNE (Dead Dove: Do Not Eat)

Pairings: Steve Rogers (Prince Charming) x Reader (Little Red Riding Hood), Dark! Bucky Barnes (Big bad wolf but human) x Reader, eventually Bucky Barnes x Reader X Steve Rogers

Warnings: Cheating and discussions of past violence

Steve doesn’t talk to Bucky that night. You assumed that he was going to talk to his friend, and you had gotten up to leave, when Steve stops you.

“Hey. Where are you going?” He stands up with you, confusion in his tone.

“I thought that you were going to talk to Bucky. So I was just leaving.” You try to sound confident, but your tone is questioning and voice faltering. Steve takes a gentle hold of your hand, sitting down on the couch and pulling you with him.

“I’ll talk with him later.” He smiles, and your heart flutters. “I haven’t seen you in the past several days. I’ve missed my girl.”

You try to hide your blush at the last part. He knows that name gets to you, but in the good way. It makes you a flustered, blushing mess. Lord knows what he’d do if he found out how much it really affected you. The two of you had been physical, but it hadn’t gone beyond very intense and handsy makeout sessions. And one heavy petting session. He had always been the one to stop, although each time the two of you went a little further.

The rest of the evening was spent on the couch watching TV. Steve has a hand on you almost the whole time, usually in the form of his arm slung over your shoulder. You notice he seems to be a little more hesitant with touching you, but you make it clear that you don’t mind. At one point, when he tries to pull away, you fake whine at him. That earns you a laugh and a kiss on your forehead.

You spend the next day out and about in the city. You originally planned to go alone, but it seemed like a bad idea. Not because you were worried for your safety but because you were worried for your mental health. Having the Big Bad Wolf back in your life was bound to do a number on you emotionally. You were initially going to invite Natasha, but then you realized that she might want to have a serious discussion. So you decided to go with someone a little less serious.

“Yeah, you know what. I haven’t had a day off in a while. I’m game.” Tony sounds delighted at the idea when you call him. “And don’t worry about paying for anything. Prince Charming has had less of a stick up his ass since he started dating you, so I owe you.”

Of course, knowing Tony, nothing could ever be that simple.

“The whole point of this was to get out and about.” You can’t sound too irritated, given that he’s already had his personal masseuse give you a massage and has a crew working on your nails. Tony shrugs.

“We will.” He seems entirely unconcerned. “Once this gets done. Because, and I mean no offense, but you need this. I feel the tension radiating off of you.” He pauses for a moment. You can tell by the glimmer in his eyes that he’s about to ask something that you don’t want to answer. “Given all the aforementioned tension, I’m assuming our darling Prince hasn’t fucked you yet?”

Thank God you aren’t drinking something because you would have just spit it out. He looks pleased with himself as you splutter.

“Thought so.” He clicks his tongue. “Well. If you want to look on the bright side, I think it means he’s nuts about you. Which can also be a downside.”

“It’s more me than him.” You finally admit. “It’s a hang-up from before all of this.”

“I know.” Tony nods. You give him a look. “What? Did you honestly think that you could keep a secret from me? Anyone so much as sneezes in this Tower, and I know who, where, and when.” He lowers his shades, his expression becoming solemn. “I didn’t snoop or go looking on purpose, before you ask. I coded parts of the Tower so that only people with our past could come in, and the algorithm picked up who you were. And I didn’t tell anyone. So you’re welcome.”

You snort, rolling your eyes. “I feel much better.” Though, in truth, you did feel better.

“I will say, it explains a lot. Like how you avoid a certain Huntsman.” Tony holds up a hand. “I’m just saying.”

“Yeah.” You huff. You hope that’s enough of an explanation; you’re not feeling like going into detail as to why you avoid Thor. Tony seems to sense that and steers the direction in an entirely different direction. When you two finally leave the Tower, he splurges on you, buying you a massive amount of things. You try to say no, but Tony refuses to listen. Part of you wonders if it’s because he heard the conversation with Steve from last night. You suspect it is, especially when he begins talking on the way back to the Tower.

“So. Rodger’s friend.” Tony makes a face as if a bitter taste is in his mouth. You snort and nod in agreement. “Look. I know you promised Steve to give the mongrel a chance, but listen.” Tony turns to you, and his expression is so earnest that it makes your heart hurt slightly. “Don’t let yourself get tricked again.”

“Trust me.” You scoff. “I won’t.” You study Tony for a second. “Did he...?”

Tony nods. “Yeah. Killed my dad in the middle of a battle. Just... scooped him up in his jaws and ate him.” He lets out a low noise. “Charming says that his friend was feral at the time.”

“But it’s not something you can forgive easily.” You finish for Tony when he pauses. Your friend nods, his face solemn. “Honestly, I’m not even sure I want to try. Even if it is for Steve. Between you and me, and all the other horror stories I’ve heard...” You trail off, unsure of yourself. Tony makes a noise that indicates he understands.

“It’s ultimately between you and Charming what you decide to do.” Tony looks back out to the road. “But I wouldn’t trust him as far as I could throw him.”

“Yeah. I feel the same way.”

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You’re laden down with bags when you get back to the compound. Your rooms weren’t in the main building, so you slip off to the auxiliary building. Once in your room, you drop your bags onto the floor. You stare at them. After a long moment, and an equally long sigh, you begin unpacking them and putting up the items. You’re not exactly ready to see Steve or Bucky. The items are mostly clothes, and you half-entertain the idea of trying things on again to give yourself more time. You ultimately decide against it. You’re about half-way through all of it when you hear a knock at your door.

You frown and pad cautiously over to the door. Steve normally would text you to see if you wanted company, but there have been a couple times where he didn’t. You hesitantly open the door just a little bit. Bucky is standing in the hallway. To his credit, he isn’t right by the door; he’s by the far wall. He smiles at you, and you want to melt. Instead, you glare at him.

“We need to talk.” He speaks before you can say anything. “I’d rather talk in there, but out here works just fine too.”

After a moment, you open the door wide enough to let him in. He slips inside, but you don’t close it. Bucky gives you a curious look.

“I don’t trust you enough to have the door closed.” You respond curtly, crossing your arms over your chest. An expression you can’t read, maybe hurt, flashes briefly across his face. It’s gone as soon as it appeared. He opens his mouth to speak but pauses, clearly getting distracted.

“Why does it smell like a whore house in here?” He looks at you with a confused expression.

“I went out shopping.” You adjust your arms, not liking how they were before. “It’s probably something that they used in the store or when making the clothes.”

He nods. “It smells chemically.” Bucky takes a deep breath. “Okay. Shit between us isn’t exactly pleasant. And I know Stevie asked you to give me a chance.” He stops again. “I’m not trying to be inappropriate when I ask this, but have you fucked? I can’t smell him on you unless the two of you are cuddling. And it’s re-”

You splutter but eventually finds your words, interrupting him.“The fuck?” You look at him as if he’s grown an extra head. “You know what, if you’re just going to be an intrusive dick, you can just go ahead and leave! Seriously! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I’m going to take that as a ‘no’.” He holds up his hands before you can do anything. “I’m not! I’m not trying to be a dick! I just need to know if I’m going to have to field questions!”

“Field questions?” You repeat, disbelief and confusion evident in your tone. He nods.

“Yeah. I know Steve, and I know that he’s going to want to make a move fairly soon, especially since I’m around.” Bucky rolls his eyes. “He won’t admit it, but he’s a territorial little bastard, so it’s going to get to him that we’ve... you know.” He clears his throat while you level him with your best glare. “But I’m also his best friend, so when vanilla shit doesn’t cut it for you, he’s going to eventually come to me with questions.” He shoves his hands into his pockets.

“So what? You came to tell me that Steve’s going to ask what I liked when we fucked?” Your outrage makes you blunt. Bucky lets out a huff of laughter, which only serves to further enrage you. “What the fuck are you laughing at!”

“That’s not why I came to talk to you.” He clarifies.

“Then why are you here?” One of your hands goes to your hips while the other falls limply at your side. “What do you want?”

Bucky looks at you for a long moment. “I know that you’re only planning on being civil to me because of Steve.” He begins. “And I know that I fucked you over and treated you like shit. I’m not going to deny that. But I have... missed you.”

“So?” You arch an eyebrow. “What do you want from me? Because the sooner I give whatever it is to you, the sooner you’ll leave. Right?”

Bucky pinches the bridge of his nose. A noise similar to a growl leaves his throat, and fuck. You forgot how much it affected you when he did that. You hope he doesn’t notice a shift in your scent, the slightest hint of arousal. When his nostrils flare, you know he has.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” Bucky’s voice is deeper and more ragged, as if he’s trying to control himself. He takes a deep breath. You think it’s supposed to be calming, but you know it has the opposite reaction. His eyes get dark. You have to fight to keep your breathing even. “Look. Yeah, I fucked you over. I’ll admit that. But you going to Steve and acting like none of the shit we did was your idea? You can’t do that.”

“I never said it was!” You let out an irritated noise that’s close to a growl. “If he thinks that I did, then by all means, send him down here, and I’ll clear the record!” You step towards Bucky. “But you can’t go around and act like ‘fucked me over’ covers all the shit that you did to me!”

“You were a willing participant.” He snarled, something dark gleaming in his eyes. You spread your arms out wide.

“Until you decided to fucking eat me!” You challenge. The two of you hold each other’s gaze for a long moment. You aren’t sure which of you snaps first, but when it does, it feels like a dam breaking. He’s got you pushed up against the wall in no time, mouth devouring yours. Your legs go to wrap around his waist. One of his forearms goes to the wall to brace himself while the other goes to your ass to keep you from falling. One of your hands fists his shirt while the other digs into his hair, yanking at the silky strands. He pulls away with a snarl.

“Shit. That fucking hurts.” He growls.

“Good. I fucking hope it does.” You snarl in return as you pull him down into a bruising kiss. He bites down on your lower lip hard and swallows your answering whimper. You can taste blood for a second. A noise suddenly sounds, a buzzing. The two of you stop. Your phone screen is lit up, and oh God.

Of course it’s Steve.

Bucky moves away from the wall and sets you down. It’s gentle, a surprising contrast to the way he was manhandling you not seconds before that. You make your way over to your phone and answer it.

“Hey, Steve.” You’re surprised how cool and even your voice sounds. Steve lets out a low noise.

“I thought you might not answer for a second.” He genuinely sounds worried at the thought. You shake your head, a small smile on your face.

“You know I wouldn’t miss it unless something important was going on.” Your hand goes to your now messy hair, playing with a strand of it. “So what’s up?”

“I was wondering if you’re okay with me coming by.” Steve sounds happy. “I was thinking I could get us Chinese, and we could watch a movie.”

You can’t help your grin. “Chinese sounds good. When do you think you’ll be by?”

“In fifteen minutes or so.” He counters. “I want to talk to Buck before I see you.”

“Well. I’ll be waiting.” You tell him. “I love you.”

He lets out a soft laugh. “I love you too.”

The call disconnects. It’s just you and Bucky now. You turn to face him. He’s gone over to the far wall and is leaning against it. You don’t look at him for a moment.

“This can’t-” You begin.

“I know.” Bucky groans. “I know. Fuck.”

“Yeah.” You look at the wall, eyes unfocused. “You can say that again.”

A lot of unsaid things linger in the air between the two of you. It’s clear neither of you know how to approach the topic at hand. Eventually, you speak.

“Steve wants to talk to you.” Your voice sounds off. Bucky nods.

“I know. I heard.” He lets out a frustrated noise. Your heart is beating softly in your chest.

“Okay.” You take a deep breath. “Here’s what we’ll do. We can be civil to each other and everything. We just can’t be in the same room alone.”

Bucky huffs. “I don’t want to.” He grumbles.

“Yes, well. I don’t want to cheat on Steve!” You counter. “And we know that’s how it’ll go.”

You’re met with silence. Eventually, Bucky pushes himself away from the wall.

“I’m going to go talk to Steve.” His tone makes it clear he’s made up his mind. You’re not sure on what, though. He stalks out of your room, slamming the door shut behind him. You let out a long breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. After a moment, you go to the mirror and try to make yourself presentable. Once you were presentable, you could make your room presentable as well. You’ve gotten all of your bags unpacked and out of the floor when Steve knocks. You practically skip over to it.

Steve grins at you when you answer, holding up a bag of Chinese food as promised. Your stomach rumbles, and he laughs.

“Hungry?” He teases, kissing the top of your head as he slips past you. You nod.

“Starving.” You respond. He places the bag on the kitchen table as you go over to the cabinet and take down several plates. You’ve just gotten them down when Steve comes up behind you. He places his chin in the crook of your neck and wraps his arms around you. You giggle, relaxing into his hold.

“I missed you.” He murmurs before placing a kiss on the skin of your neck. You hide your blush by burying your head into your other shoulder.

“I missed you too.” You can’t help the sharp inhale when he gently sucks the delicate skin into his mouth and between his teeth. You push your hips back to meet his, and he lets out an appreciative noise. “As much as I’d love to do this, I really am starving.”

Steve pulls away but not before placing a kiss over the mark he just created. “I got us a thing of rice to share.” He tells you as he heads over to the table. You pick up the plates from where you’d put them on the counter. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not in the slightest.”

#Everything A (Big Bad) Wolf Could Want fic #Steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader x steve rogers #Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes

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Mature Stucky Fic Rec - 7/25/19

Title: Sugar Baby Love

Author: roe87 (tumblr: @jro616)

Rating: Explicit

Author Tags: Shrunkyclunks, Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, Not Captain America: The Winter Soldier Compliant, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, ABO, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating, Knotting, Alpha Steve Rogers, Protective Steve Rogers, Shy Steve Rogers, Omega Bucky Barnes, Sex Worker Bucky Barnes, masseuse Bucky, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, They all need a hug, Slow Burn, Romantic Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Neighbors, Domestic, Roommates, Friends to Lovers, Cute, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Top Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers is Not a Virgin, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Smut, Shameless Smut, Intersex, Intersex Bucky Barnes, Male Omegas have a dick and a pussy, Boy with a vagina, Bonus Hole Boy, Pussy Boy, BAMF Bucky Barnes, Mpreg, Temporary Break Up, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Mutual Pining, Surprise Baby, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Avengers Family, Families of Choice, Domestic Avengers, Nursing, Male Lactation, Nannies, Learning to Parent, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Undercover Missions, avengers on a mission,Undercover, Spy Stuff, Action/Adventure, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, X-Men Cameos, Alternate Universe - X-Men Fusion, Heat Sex, Boypussy, Squirting Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending

Our Tags: Stucky AU, Canon Divergent AU, Modern AU, Post Serum Steve Rogers, Captain America Steve, Modern Bucky, Alpha Steve, Omega Bucky, Slow Burn, Angst, Domestic Fluff, Happy Ending Guarantee

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12102519/chapters/27438402

Author Summary:

There's a really hot male omega living in the apartment above Steve's, and Steve would like to get to know him but admittedly he's not the smoothest alpha on the block.

Then after an incident that leaves Bucky dodging the cops, Steve lets him crash on his couch and suddenly finds himself in a surprise room-mate situation.

Which is totally, totally fine. Steve can be a good room-mate and not let his enormous crush on Bucky get in the way. Right?

But Bucky is on the run from his past, and he doesn't stick around.

Steve gets his heart broken, and throws himself into working with the Avengers, building himself a family among his new team-mates.

Just as Steve's starting to get his life on track, Bucky comes crashing back in, bringing a surprise with him...

Review:

As you can probably see from the author tags, this is a meaty fic chock full of good stuff, my friends.

Now I know ABO isn’t for everyone but this is a fantastic fic. There is just soooo much here I can’t get over it. There’s fluff, there’s awkward flirting, there’s domestic fluff (both of the family and the avengers team variety)...there’s AWESOME action sequences and plots. Seriously, this fic is bursting at the seams with Avengers and other MCU cameos that fit so well in the storyline.

The smut is written extremely well and if ABO smut just isn’t something you enjoy, the chapters are marked extremely clearly so you could skim those bits if that’s what you choose. Because even if you don’t enjoy ABO sexy times, I highly encourage you to give the non-explicit parts of this fic a shot, they are just so good. (I mean, how can you resist awkward flirting Steve and ‘Avengers dealing with a baby’ shenanigans? The real answer is you can’t)

So in conclusion, people really should check this fic out. It’s amazing and I salute the author for giving it to us.

#stucky #canon divergent au #modern au #post-serum steve rogers #captain america steve #modern bucky #alpha steve #omega bucky #slow burn #angst #domestic fluff #Happy Ending Guarantee

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Mind Control

Skin Contact: A Bucky Barnes Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 3262

Series Warnings: Angst, smut (vaginal sex, oral sex), PTSD, mentions of past torture. Superpowered Reader.

Synopsis: While on the run in Romania you come across a man who has a past very similar to your own. When the people pursuing him track him down, you assume you will never see him again.

Mind Control

It had been a year since Bucky had run. You’d packed your bags and taken off too. You weren’t sure where to go now. You traveled around Europe for a little using fake passports to get around, but slowly your limited funds started to dwindle.

You stopped in Vienna which wasn’t the smartest move. It was expensive and too exposed. You hoped the crowds would allow you to blend in. You found a massage parlor that would hire you. It wasn’t too hard, reach across the table and touch someone’s hand and you can convince them to almost do anything.

It’s when you stop that you finally start catching up on the news. News of the Winter Soldier blowing up the UN in Berlin. News of Captain America going rogue. The Avengers falling apart.

The Winter Soldier. You knew him. You knew well before his name was cleared that he wasn’t the one that blew up the UN because he was with you in Bucharest. He was your Bucky. The man who was too scared for you to even touch him. Who when he finally did trust you he was so unused to any physical contact that wasn’t meant to cause him pain, he almost couldn’t take it.

The thought of him being on his own and running again made your heart break.

There wasn’t much you could do about it though. You were just a chemist on the run with no money. How could you possibly help him?

So you did nothing. You settle in Vienna. Living in a tiny shitty apartment. Avoiding closer relationships and saving money for when you need to run again.

You step into the room for your four o’clock. The last appointment for the day. An American tourist. He’s already naked and lying face down when you walk in. Something about the way his pheromones smell seems off when you close the door.

Clients were always a little nervous when you came in. It’s a vulnerable position and you’re a stranger. This man wasn’t nervous he was alert like he was ready to spring on you.

You took a deep steadying breath and stepped towards him. He was large. You couldn’t overpower him. If you played it calmly though you could mess with his brain. Knock him out. You look at your chart and move forward like nothing’s wrong. Controlling your own adrenalin so you remain calm.

“Mr. Grant? I’m your masseuse. You wanted a one-hour relaxation massage?” You ask stepping over to him holding your hand out in case he lunges at you. He is large and broad-backed. His body hair is fine and pale making it look liked he’d waxed and his muscles were really defined.

“That’s right.” He says. He remains still but the way his adrenalin just jumped put you right on edge. He was planning something. There was something strangely familiar about him. The way his brain chemicals replenished was not like anyone you had felt before. Anyone that is except Bucky.

You pick up the massage oil and squeeze it on his back. His muscles tense up as the cold liquid hits his skin. Normally you would warm it in your hands first but you were worried he’d take the opportunity to overpower you. You put your hands on his back and put your powers to use.

You lower his adrenalin and noradrenalin so he has no fight instinct at all, and up his serotonin, so he feels high. “Do you feel that, Mr. Grant?”

He mumbles his reply and sluggishly turns his head. He has a blond beard that matches his hair color and pale blue eyes that currently looked clouded.

“Who sent you for me?” You ask your voice low and calm.

He blinks up at you. “No one. I just heard word…”

You freak out and increase his norepinephrine making his pulse race. “What do you mean you heard word? Who the fuck are you?”

When he speaks he sounds terrified. The way you have altered his brain chemicals he actually thinks he is going to die right now and there is nothing he can do about it. “I’m Steve Rogers… I’m not here to hurt you…”

You stop suddenly and let him up and he scrambles away from you holding his hand over his heart like a man having a heart attack. “Steve Rogers as in Captain America?” You ask looking the man over. He does look like he could be Captain America. The build, and the hair. The eyes. You can see him in the eyes.

“Not anymore.” He says. You can tell his brain chemicals are returning to normal on their own. His body’s built to correct it’s abnormalities quickly. “I’m sorry if I scared you. There was just word of someone enhanced here. I wanted to see.” He slowly realizes that he’s sitting naked in front of you and pulls a towel up to cover himself.

You ignore everything he just said despite the fact it meant that you weren’t anywhere near as careful as you should have been and AIM could have found you at any point. This is Captain America. He had protected Bucky. That is the only thing you care about. “Where’s Bucky?” You ask.

He looks at you and confusion seeps from his pores. “How do you know Bucky?”

You pick up Steve’s pants and throw them to him. “We knew each other in Bucharest.”

Something in Steve shifts, he starts eyeing you with the suspicion you felt for him when you walked into the room. “Who are you?”

You go to touch him, to calm him back down so he will listen but he dodges you and backs away the towel still just covering his dick. “I’m not anyone. I was an experiment, like him. It was a coincidence we met. But it was a good one because we needed each other.”

“That sounds a little implausible don’t you think?” Steve growls.

“But not as implausible as two men who grew up with each other being super soldiers?” You snap. “Look, you came to me, Captain. I was trying to stay hidden. You’re here now and I want to know where he is. I loved him and he went out to buy fresh fruit and they took him from me before he got back.”

Steve approaches the massage table cautiously. He smells like a man who’s been cornered by a large dog but isn’t sure if it wants to attack him or it just wants pats. He picks up his pants and pulls them on. “Bucky is… Bucky’s safe. It’s hard to explain, but he’s gone into cryofreeze. He doesn’t trust himself.”

You slump against the massage table. You thought you’d moved on. There was always that little undercurrent of worry that wouldn’t go away, but you had assumed he was living. To think the man who had been so shy and scared of you was had shut off because he was worried about hurting other people.

“He froze himself?” You ask.

Steve approaches you and puts his hand on your arm. “He was pulled apart by Hydra and rebuilt into a weapon. They used him to do things he would never have done. He was used again when he was just taken in Bucharest. I want him back too.” He stops and runs his hands through his hair. “It’s why I came. I’ve been looking for ways to help him get his mind back. Keeping my ear out for people who might have something that could help him. There were whispers about a person who could calm with their touch. I thought it was a long shot, but right now I’m desperate.”

“I’m not sure I can help, but I’ll come. I’d like to see him.” You say.

You pack your things and travel to Wakanda with Steve. He has resources you didn’t expect. Having the king of Wakanda on your side has benefits. You’re taken straight to a lab and a tube is raised from the ground. The tube has a glass front and for the first time since he left to buy fruit, you see Bucky.

There is so much to take in. He still has the cuts and scrapes from the last fight he was in. His metal arm is missing. But the thing that you notice most is how peaceful he looks. He looks like a man who is just sleeping and who hasn’t ever had a nightmare. There is a slight smile on his face. He is clean and his clothes fit. You have never seen him like this. You start doubting coming here at all.

You put your hand on the glass as the scientists fuss around getting ready to thaw him. “Are you sure about this Steve. He looks peaceful.”

Steve folds his arms over his chest. “No. I’m not sure of anything anymore. And I hate that. I was always sure. I always knew what I had to do. What was right and necessary. Now I can’t even choose what to wear without second-guessing myself. But I want him back. I need him.”

The scientists move you away from the tube and you go and stand behind Steve and watch as the machine suddenly gushes steam and the glass tube opens.

Bucky stands blinking. His eyes settle on Steve first and he looks confused. “Stevie?” He says. Steve takes a step forward and Bucky’s eyes settle on you. He breathes your name and approaches you slowly. “Is it really you?”

You reach up and touch his jaw and he leans his head into it. “It’s me, Buck. What are you doing here?”

Bucky steps closer to you and hovers just inches from you. He looks at Steve and then back at you. You can feel the desperate need on him. Not sexual need exactly. He just needs something. Peace? Human contact? His own mind? You step forward and wrap your arms around him and press your face against his chest.

He flinches at first and his arm wraps around you, his chin rests on the top of his head and he makes a purring sound. You smell something in the room that feels out of place. Jealousy. You open your eyes and realize it’s coming from Steve.

“We should go somewhere more comfortable if we can.” You say to Steve.

He nods and goes to speak to someone. The whole time Bucky just holds you not saying anything. You put your hands on his bare skin and regulate his brain chemistry. He relaxes and goes from feeling like a twitchy brick wall to being soft and warm.

“Okay follow me,” Steve says coming over to you. You take Bucky’s hand and follow Steve down the hall to what appears to be a small apartment.

Before you sit down with Bucky you turn to Steve and look at him. “What?” He asks.

“Why are you jealous?” You ask.

Bucky looks between the two of you and tenses up. You pat his arm and force his brain to release serotonin so he relaxes. You feel a little bad controlling him like this, but you don’t want any conflict.

Steve shakes his head. “It’s not - I’m not - I just haven’t hugged him and it’s been seventy years.”

Bucky looks up and Steve and you let him go. “I’m sorry, Steve.” He says embracing his friend. “What they did. I’m not who I was.” He murmurs against Steve’s skin.

Steve closes his eyes and the way both his and Bucky’s pheromones swirl together you feel like you’re intruding on something very private but you have nowhere you can go. So you just stand there awkwardly watching. It’s not about lust or sexual attraction. They love each other. It’s pure and simple.

“I know, Buck. I’ve changed too. But we’re both still there.” Steve says holding Bucky tightly against him.

Bucky pulls away and looks from you to Steve. “Did you unfreeze me because you can get the soldier out?”

Steve looks at you helplessly. You clear your throat. “I don’t know. I’m not sure I can, but I might be able to do something that means you can live with him. So you’re the one in charge. Buck, what they did to you. You might just have to accept that’s who you are now.”

Bucky collapses on the couch and rubs his hand down his face. “Steve, I said I just wanted peace.”

You sit down next to him and put your hand on his leg. It’s not skin contact so you can’t use your powers but you want him to have that touch where he knows you aren’t manipulating him.

“What if you can’t ever get rid of him? You going to just abandon the people who love you? Stay frozen forever?” You ask.

“You don’t understand what it’s like living with what they did to me.” He mutters. “What they made me do. What they can still make me do.”

You shake your head. “No… you’re right. I can’t even begin to fathom it. I can tell you what I do understand. I understand what it’s like to be tortured. I understand what it’s like having to leave people for their own safety. To never see the people you love again. I understand right now I can smell Steve and he’s terrified. I can’t tell you for sure why. But I could have a pretty good guess.”

Bucky looks up at Steve. “You’re scared?”

For a second Steve looks like he might deny it but he slumps and nods his head. “Of course I am. I lost everything. You’re my best friend and I’ve lost you three times now. This has to work.”

Bucky sighs. “What did you have in mind?”

You sit cross-legged on the bed facing Bucky. Steve has given you some space to work, realizing that given the nature of your powers this might become more intimate than Bucky would be comfortable with if Steve is around. He’s taken his shirt off so you have more of his skin to access if you needed to.

“What they did to you, to control you, they tried to do to me. Different they, but same technique.” You say putting your hand on his arm. He flinches at first and then relaxes.

“Sorry. It’s been a while.” He says rubbing his arm just where you touched it. “Why didn’t it work on you?”

“I can control my own brain chemicals. Trying to interrupt my neurotransmitters is kinda useless when that’s pretty much exactly the thing I have complete control over.” You explain running your hands up his arm. He shivers, his muscles twitching as your hands move over him. “I think I can undo the triggers. It will take a while. I’ll basically be retraining your body to behave how it’s supposed to. But the soldier, he’s part of you now. I can’t undo what you did.”

Bucky takes one of your hands in his. “What I did - what they did to me - I can learn to live with that. Knowing that someone could turn me into a weapon at any time. That I can’t live with.”

You move your hand to his chest and start increasing his serotonin. He tenses up again but the increase in the pleasure chemical makes him relax quickly. “You know I won’t hurt you right?”

He nods. “You know for me, we only happened a week ago.” He says quietly, dropping his eyes.

You shift closer to him and push his hair off his face and flooding him with endorphins. He actually moans when you do. “There hasn’t been anyone else.” You say quietly.

He pounces on you, pushing you back into the mattress. You kiss furiously and as you do you let his own pleasure chemicals take control. You can see exactly where they’ve damaged him so the triggers will work. You run your hands through his hair and shift some amino acids to the damaged spots.

Bucky’s mouth moves to your throat and you let your head fall back over the side of the bed. He runs his hand over your chest, squeezing your breast. You moan and wrap your legs around his waist and he grinds into you.

“Fuck.” He growls against your skin. “I missed how you feel.”

He tries to pull your shirt off but fumbles still unused to moving with his arm missing. You sit up and take it off yourself along with your bra. He’s on you again, sucking at your breasts, mouth wide, tongue flicking over your nipple. You drag your nails over his back and he squirms over you, a deep rumble forming in his chest. You shimmy out of your jeans and push his light cotton pants down too and his cock presses hard against you.

He starts to kiss you everywhere. His mouth ghosts over your skin. He licks and nips at you. He peppers kisses over your collarbone and sucks marks on the underside of your breasts, your hips and inside of your thighs. By the time his lips touch down on your pubic mound, you’re soaking. The scent of your desire for each other fills the room.

He runs his tongue up your folds and you jump under him. A sudden jolt shooting through you from the spot his tongue touch. He laughs. “I made you jump.”

You scritch his hair and hum. “You made me do all kinds of things, don’t stop now.”

Bucky sucked at your folds and licked all over your labia in broad strokes. He drew little shapes of your clit before sucking it into his mouth and pressing it between his lips. Your skin prickles and heat builds in your stomach like it's something solid and holding back your orgasm.

Endorphins and Phenylethylamine flood your body and you let them push your orgasm over. There’s a sudden rush over adrenalin as you come hard, pulling at his hair and crying out his name.

He sits up cross-legged again and pulls you up to him. You climb into his lap and as you lower yourself down he guides his cock into you. He rests his hand at the small of your back. You roll your hips and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“I can’t believe you found me. I thought when they came that would be it for me.” He sighs looking up into your eyes.

“Me too.” You reply and start kissing him again. Slow and gentle to begin with, quickly becoming hungry and passionate. He starts thrusting up into you, and after not long he pushes you back down and starts pounding hard into you. Propping himself up by the elbow. You bring one of your hands to your clit and as you start to rub it, you hold him by the back of the neck and look deep into his grey eyes.

You come again. This time it’s like a wave that washes over you. Making your muscles clench and serotonin and prolactin trigger all your pleasure centers. You pull Bucky down into a kiss and open up those pathways in him too. He groans loudly and empties inside of you.

He slips from you and rolls onto his side. You both start kissing again, and while you do, you play with the receptors in his brain again. They’ll take a while to train, but now you’re doing it you feel confident you can fix this. He can be the one in control.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #the winter soldier #the winter soldier fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #smut #skin contact #mind control

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jewels2876 · 5 years

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Massage Envy

Once again I’m crossing off two bingo spots with one post! I tried to start with one Cap version and ended up with... well just read it! LOL

@marvelfluffbingo - Square Filled: Masseuse AU

@star-spangled-bingo - Square Filled: Talking in their Sleep

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader

Word Count: 1396

Warnings: implied sexy times - still PG!

You glanced one last time at the gift certificate for the spa. Your best friend Natasha had insisted you needed to relax and that the spa would do just the trick. You gently bent your neck from side to side before picking up the phone.

“Thank you for calling The Three Amigos. This is Wanda; how may I help you?”

“Hi, I’m y/n. I’m looking to use a gift certificate; can I ask what’s popular to do there?”

“Sure! We have some of the best hands in the massage business so almost everyone gets a massage. We also offer facials, seaweed wraps, pedicures, manicures, and mud baths.”

“A massage sounds like heaven! When is the soonest I could book an appointment?”

Wanda paused to look at the schedule. “It’s going to depend on who you want to book with. We have Steve and Bucky; they’re very popular so they’re booked out for a solid month. Looks like… Carol might have an opening in a week or so. And… oh! I see Sam has an opening this weekend! Would you like to book that now?”

You sighed in relief; you could get in quick AND get Nat off your back. “Yes, that sounds good!”

“All right, I have you, y/n, down for Saturday at 10am with Sam. Will that be all?”

“Yes, thank you so much!”

“Thank you! We’ll see you Saturday!”

Saturday took forever to finally arrive. By Friday afternoon, you were ready to either quit your job in telecommunications or get drunk. Then you remembered your massage appointment Saturday morning. Drunk it is, you thought to yourself. You texted Nat and made plans to meet at your usual bar.

Five o’clock came much more quickly and the bar was wall-to-wall with bodies. Nat wandered around the bar looking for a guy to hook up with while you sat at the bar and people watched. An attractive man at the end of the bar waved in your direction; you could see the sparkle in his chocolate colored eyes and the little gap in his teeth was high on your adorable meter. You tilted your bottle in acknowledgement to him before looking to find where Nat had gotten off to. You shook your head and chuckled as you found Nat leaning in to her pending conquest, a hot guy with long dark locks and a metal arm, whispering in his ear. As his eyes rounded you could imagine what your best friend was proposing.

“Your friend looks awfully interested in my friend,” you heard someone say. You turned your head to meet a pair of bright blue eyes. You sucked in a slight breath because the eyes were attached to a beautiful face and an equally tempting body. You felt the corners of your lips turn up in response. “Your friend looks like he can handle himself. Hi, I’m y/n.”

“Steve,” he offered his hand which you took. “I don’t know. My man there is a pretty big flirt when he wants to be; I’m wondering if your friend knows what she’s getting into?”

You giggled at the thought of a clueless Nat. “Natasha knows exactly what she’s doing.” You noticed Nat’s hands were stroking hot guy’s right arm and they were both talking low. “Coin toss to see who has to drive them.”

Steve glanced at you with a wider smile. “I’d take that bet under normal circumstances.” He watched you take a long sip from your beer bottle. “But since he drove, I’d simply have to find my own ride home.” You smirked at Steve. “Are you expecting me to offer?”

Your phone woke you up. Why did I set that alarm to a Crazy Frog ringtone, you wondered as you stretched out to grab your phone off the floor. You squinted at the time: 8:30 am. You groaned and fell back against your pillow. You absently reached out to the other side of the bed, then glanced over. So I guess Steve needed to make a quick exit, you muttered to yourself as you sat up and stretched. You gave yourself another five minutes before making any other sudden movements.

Five minutes later you headed to the shower and got cleaned up for your spa appointment. You threw on a nice pair of soft grey leggings and a pink short sleeved tunic; you wrapped your hair into a messy bun and swiped on a bit of mascara. You looked at your phone again: 9:30 am. You sighed, snagged a Poptart from the cupboard and your keys from their hook; the drive to the spa would take a solid 20 minutes so you raced to your car.

Ten on the dot, you pulled into a parking spot and ran through the glass doors. A lithe redhead greeted you with a warm smile. “Good morning! Do you have an appointment with us?”

“Yes, I’m y/n. I have an appointment with Sam; sorry I’m a little late.”

“He’s just a little behind so you have nothing to worry about. I’m Wanda,” she handed you a clipboard with a single piece of paper. “If you could just fill this out, we’ll get you all set up!” You looked over the form, pretty standard health questions & preferences. You made short work of the form and handed back to Wanda.

“Ok, just head over through those doors and an attendant will get you set up,” Wanda pointed to a solid wooden door. You thanked her and headed through.

“Are you y/n? I’m Maria,” the attendant said. “Go ahead and change into this robe; you can put your clothes and purse into this locker when you’re done.” She handed you a small key and indicated the locker it came from. You ducked into the changing room and out, wrapping the belt around your robe before locking up your belongings. Maria came back with a tall glass of water, with a strawberry wedged into the rim. You took the offered glass and sighed.

Ten minutes later Maria nudged you. “Sam’s ready for you now.” You stood up slowly and followed her to a darkened room, soothing music was already streaming from the hidden speakers. “Go ahead and take off your robe and get situated under the towel on the table. Sam will make sure you’re comfortable before getting started.” Maria excused herself and you quickly disrobed, tucking yourself under the extra large towel.

The music quickly lulled you to sleep; you didn’t hear Sam enter the room. Sam’s easy smile grew wide as he stared at the woman Steve had just been telling him about this morning. Lucky guy, Sam muttered to himself. You stirred and Sam started to introduce himself when he heard you mumble Steve’s name. Awh, this might get interesting, Sam quietly rubbed his hands and moved towards the oils in the cupboard as you started talking in your sleep.

“Steve no,” you groaned. “Nat!” Sam jerked back around at the change in names. You sighed dreamily and shifted under the towel. “Mmmm, that’s better.” Sam let out a chuckle; you bolted upright at the sound. Sam’s eyes quickly averted away from your naked form and you pulled the towel around you. “Who the…”

“Nice to meet you y/n, I’m Sam,” he extended his hand. You had enough sense to blush as you shook his hand. Your mind took a minute to realize he was the guy at the end of the bar last night. “Let’s start on the easy stuff. Will a back massage be ok, or full body?”

“Back,” you replied quickly.

“Good! Are you interested in hot stones?”

You thought about it for a moment. “No, thank you.”

“Great! Just one more thing before we get started,” Sam heard a soft knock on the door; he made sure you were still covered before opening it. Steve stood there with a large load of towels. He did a double take as he stared at you; your blush came back threefold and Sam roared with laughter. “Would you prefer Steve or myself to finish this massage?” Your face flamed hot and Steve’s neck tinged red as Sam continued to howl.

The noise brought out a few other curious glances, including Nat and her conquest, Bucky. The business name came rushing back to you and your head dropped. Three amigos indeed!

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