#steve rogers fanficition

[captain-barnes-writes]

Solace

Summary: In which finding comfort in the arms of Bucky Barnes after Steve leaves turns into something more.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader, past relationship with Steve Rogers

Word count: 1.9k

Warning: Language, smut smut smut, unprotected sex, --18+

NOT PROOFREAD

Was it wrong to seek comfort in the arms of your ex boyfriend’s bestfriend?

Frankly, she knew it was. How wrong it looked in the eyes of others. She always questioned the choice she’d made all those months ago. The very conscious decision to kiss and find herself on top of Bucky Barnes whenever possible.

They both didn’t mean for it to happen. Y/N had found solace within Bucky after Steve just up and jumped into a time machine to live out his life with a woman he could never forget . Another decision that had been well thought out and conscious of the heartbreak and loss that it would ensue for those closest to him, especially the girl he’d told countless times he loved.

Her.

The person he’d shared more than a year with. It had been her who had been hurt the most, feeling blindsided as though she had meant nothing to him. As though she had not been enough for him to stay.

Now, she couldn’t really fathom to think of Steve Rogers much. Not when Bucky Barnes was on top of her. Not when she felt utterly consumed in his presence. And especially not when his metal arm was wrapped around her throat.

Fucking each other came so easy to them. The attraction had always been there, buried deep beneath the loyalty and respect they both had for Steve. But when the months passed and their paths crossed many times after that loss, it was quite impossible to not give into the longing looks.

God, it had really been impossible for them. Not when all she could focus on was the pink of his lips as he talked, her lashes fluttering as she tried so hard to keep her composure. Meeting his eyes didn’t make anything better because if she wasn’t staring at his lips, it was his eyes that really did it for her. The beautiful blue in them luring her in further into the attraction that once couldn’t be, and yet they both knew there was nothing stopping them any longer.

For Bucky, it was the same. The front of his pants tightened whenever he found himself in her presence. She was beautiful and he would’ve been lying to himself if he said he hadn’t found her attractive ever since the day they met. He’d never been a hopeless romantic nor did he believe in fairytales, but the tingles he felt when he first reached for her hand and she’d instead pulled him in for a friendly warm hug had literally made him shudder. He had laughed it off, still denying the feelings she’d lit inside him.

So when they both found themselves stumbling into her apartment after having met for dinner, it had been no surprise that their kiss sent tingles down each of their spines. It was needy, passionate and in the same way it felt like relief as well. Relief that they could give into something they had both yearned for a while and not feel any guilt as nothing was stopping them.

That had been months ago when they both succumbed to the fiery passion that had only been lit aflame with time. Now with a month of not having seen each other, it felt as though each of them were missing a little part of each other.

For Bucky, it was satisfaction that he felt too. To be able to feel the softness of her skin under his fingers, but most especially of his metal fingers on her bare skin and that she didn’t care, that she welcomed the cold of his prosthetic with breathy moans.

She breathed out, her eyes shadowed with pure admiration for the handsome man laying above her on the couch since they couldn’t even make it to the bedroom. It should’ve felt wrong, but it didn’t. It felt phenomenal to be wanted by someone like him. He was Bucky Barnes, who rarely showed his true emotions but with her and their common grief he’d been nothing but a light at the end of the dark tunnel she thought she’d never come out of.

“I missed you, Bucky.” She dared to say, voice soft yet laced with so much lust. It was simple to admit that she’d missed him. Every part of him. Him, his smile, his crinkly eyes. 

Just him.

Pretty lips so swollen and red, eyes wide and expectant as she looked at the handsome man above her. He couldn’t form a coherent response to her for a minute as he was on top of her, kissing those lips he’d had a craving for for too long.

“I missed you too, baby.”

She was addicting and he still couldn’t believe that he could touch her and she’d allow it, that she would visibly revel in his touch. That she wanted him just as much as he did, it was evident. Evident in the way she always kissed him, scratched at his back and moaned his name loudly into any room they found themselves wrapped up in each other.

His metal arm was cold against her skin, but despite this it didn’t bother her. The rest of his body radiated warmth and was enough to soothe her. His hands moved from being a tangled mess on her hair to her legs where he signaled for her to wrap them around his waist. She did so and felt every ridge of his strong body with her curious hands, from his hard stomach to his growing cock. Her hands swiftly unbuttoned his pants and slid her hands under his boxers. He was already rock hard and her nimble hands wrapped around the warm thick shaft, slightly squeezing him.

Their lips were still meshed together, unable to part from one another. Meanwhile his rough hand had pushed down the thin cotton pants she was wearing, showcasing her lavender panties and soft skin. His fingers pushed the delicate fabric aside and began to rub circles on her lips with his palm, while his fingers had arched down to work on her nub. At this, she pulled away from his lips to let out a breathy moan and her hand, too, had come to a halt in his boxers.  

He continued to rub his hands on her most sensitive area, building up what he could imagine would shatter her in the most beautiful way. His middle finger had slid inside her and his lips had attached to her neck sucking on her sweet skin. She smelled of honey and vanilla and tasted like it too and he’d be lying to himself if that didn’t make him harder. Y/N’s moans were music to his ears and he wanted to hear more of her, his body slowly moved downwards, kissing his traveling down and pushing her shirt up in the process so he could place wet kisses on her breasts and stomach.

Finally, he reached her most sensitive area and without hesitation, attached his lips on her clít. His tongue massaging the smooth area, lapping at her juices. Bucky’s metal arm had placed itself on her breasts, moving slowly against her nipple. The cold metal had made her shiver once but it brought another sense of excitement that she was unable to hold her head to keep watching him expertly lap at her clit. Her body was starting to shake at what Bucky was putting her through, it was a sweet sensation. Her stomach was starting to tighten, preparing her for what she knew would be a shattering orgasm. Feeling the slight shakes and whimpers from her, he quickly halted his movements.

“You’re gonna come when I’m inside you.” He said, voice laced with lust at the sight of her naked body sprawled on the large couch desperate for him to keep touching her. To get her to that finish line that made her mind and body swirl with incomprehensible joy. Her eyes were half closed, still in a high.

Her lips had attached to his, tasting her essence on his lips and tongue. It was exhilarating to her, being able to touch him and feel how warm he was. She broke free from him urging him to take his clothes off. With pure admiration in her face, she watched as he pulled his sweats along with his boxers down his legs. He was handsome and she was really about to fuck him yet again, she felt like the luckiest.

“Fuck me, Bucky. Please.”

He didn’t waste a single second before he was sinking his length inside her. Filling her to the hilt, until her nails met his back. The usual crescents forming on his back as she relished in the feeling of once again having Bucky inside her. Of being able to feel him and kiss him once again after months.

He felt so good fucking her. His hips already creating that same pattern that she’d come to love. Rough violent movements showing her how much he’d missed her. How much he’d missed the sweet taste of her, her juices in his mouth, the feel of her around him squeezing him.

“Baby you take me so fucking well.” He grunted as the girl below him could only moan in response. She felt delirious, entrapped in the feeling of being fucked into the cushion and enjoying every second of it. She loved it like this. So rough and loving all at once, hips slamming her and yet his hands still managed to carry their gentle touch. Running through her hair, caressing any part of her body where he felt she most needed it.

“You feel so good.”

“Yeah?”

With a bite of her lip, she fought against the roughness of his movements pushing her body upwards to meet the pistoning. She was more wet than she had ever been, the liquid a mess on her legs, on his, and on the cushion. She fucked him back knowing how much he loved that.

“I’ll never get tired of this.” Bucky said, voice low as though he didn’t want her to hear. But she did.

Their eyes met and all she could do when words failed her was to push her body up and take his lips between hers. Kissing him so fervently as he continued fucking her. She felt the same, she could never get tired of the man before her. She could never get tired of how their bodies molded so well together, how their lips met and suddenly everything was alright.

He was everything to her now. The past was just that now: the past. She didn’t think of Steve, not when she was with Bucky, not even when she was alone. Not when he appeared in magazines that still talked about captain america, of his trajectory, not when he came up in conversations as she walked by. That’s how she knew that she had truly moved on.

“Fuck Bucky, I’m gonna come.” She squealed as his metal hand began rubbing slight circles on her slick. The coldness of the prosthetic was just enough for the release her body needed. His dick was hitting her most sensitive spot inside her pushing her further and further from herself and within seconds, she was moaning his name into the room loudly.

Just that alone, seeing how he could get her to come so easily with his touch, Bucky began chasing his own release. She was wetter, pussy juices flowing down her legs and the slick noises of their skin slapping against one another.  Her walls spasming around him, constricting him so fervently that his release too followed within seconds of hers. Hips faltering and groans filling the room. In their own world, high off each other.

“I could never get tired of you either, Bucky.” She said against his chest moments later once they’d both came down of their high. Letting him know that she’d heard him and she felt the same. Chests still heaving, still tired and sweaty, but their hearts full yet again.

I’m so rusty lol but hope you guys like it 🫣

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[buckybarnesevents]

Practice 

Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Rated: Explicit

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Bucky Barnes, Omega Steve Rogers, Sub Steve Rogers, Gentle Dom Bucky Barnes, Nesting, Breeding, Breeding Kink, Knotting, Dirty Talk, Subspace, Oral Sex, Omega Verse

Summary:

“I'm ready, too, Stevie. I just think—” Bucky sighed, a mischievous look in his eyes. “I just think we should practice.” Steve blinked. “Practice.” “Yeah. For pups. It takes some couples several cycles, so if we want to get pregnant, we need to be ready for next week.” Steve’s cheeks flushed. “Right.” “Wouldn’t want to waste a round, right?” “Right.”

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[hermesserpent-stuff]

update to Seidr Iron and ice ^_^

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Steve had been impressed.

“That’s Howard Stark’s kid right? It’s no flying car but it’s very impressive. Bet Howard was pleased his kid was smarter than him and just as dumb at the same time.”

Montana had agreed easily at the time.

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[sebstan2022]

Release Me

Pairings: Dom Bucky Barnes x Sub Steve Rogers

Summary: After an intense mission of fighting, Steve wants to be released but will Bucky let him

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Cock Cage, CBT, Slapping, Anal Fingering, Master/Slave, Bondage, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Fight Kink, Sir Kink, Teasing

“Alright everyone had back, that looks like all of them” Steve spoke in his mic, fingers pressed to his ear to listen for any response, storming his way out of the warehouse, shield in tow and gun shoved back into his holster. He walked with a certain swag, hips swaying and muscles tensing against his suit, like they were bursting to get out and breath. He was certainly starting to feel it after that intense fight with a group of terrorists harbouring illegal weapons and bombs, which was unusual for him considering his super soldier serum running through his veins. It took a lot to take down the captain but today he was feeling it. As he entered the outside fresh air, the cold wind gushing across his face and lighting his cheeks up bright red, he noticed the rest of the gang at the jet.

There was a huge crate of what was assumed to be the illegal weapons and another crate which was designed carefully to hold the most dangerous weapon. Fury have given them the intel only an hour ago before they suited up and headed to the warehouse. The terrorists were planning on bombing the city, targeting shield and then the white house. It was a classic case of free willers, earning for a world run by themselves in which they believed they were doing good for the nation but only hurting everyone in turn. To the team, they were a piece of cake to take down. Everyone knew their part and played them well, earning a quick and easy defence against the opposition and in turn earning them the win. Fury would be happy no matter what method they used, you could even say he didn’t give a crap if they decided to turn around and torture every one of them for fun, as long as the country stayed safe and they didn’t completely wreck the place, he was happy.

Sam and Bucky loaded the jet with the evidence, safely loading it and buckling it so it didn’t jolt to much whilst taking off. Natasha ran a hand through her sweaty auburn hair, shaking it down her back and catching her breath. Clint was busy counting his arrows, safely depositing them in his holder and inspecting his bow. Some kid nearly destroyed it, and he was pissed. Steve could finally take his helmet off, his sweaty head allowed to finally breath and he too ran a hand over his exhausted face.

“Good work team, we’ll get these back to shield first then head back” he informed the group, climbing onto the jet to take position at front. He threw his helmet down on the side, hearing it clunk and clatter and grabbed a bottle of water, gulping it down with ease and swallowing the icy liquid. He sucked in a breath between gritted teeth and watched as Bucky and Sam entered the jet.

“Give us one of those” Sam held his hand out for a bottle and Steve reach down to pick one up. But he stopped abruptly and hissed. His hand almost reached for his crotch, but he slapped it against his thigh and shuffled awkwardly on his feet. The pain was irritable and not the normal kind of pain an ordinary person would experience. No, this was something different. Of course, Steve realised he was making a scene not long after he audibly groaned and looked up to see Sam and Bucky staring at him.

“You, okay?” Sam asked confused and Steve smiled forcefully.

“Yeah, just pulled a muscle” he shrugged and chucked Sam the water who hummed and then focused on his water. But as Steve looked around, his eyes caught Bucky’s and that smirk on his face.

‘Fuck’ Steve said to himself. Bucky knew exactly the reason why he was groaning. And he was enjoying it.

It wasn’t long before Steve and the rest of the group were back at the tower. Sam and Clint were hanging in the game’s room, fighting over winning the new car racing game. Steve wasn’t much into those. He was more of a conversation guy, listen to old records and candle lit dinners and evenings at the movies. As the group would say, that old man needs to get with the times. But he wasn’t the only one like that. Bucky was the same. Having been from the same year, both over a hundred years old, they were sometimes still living in the past. Natasha was in her own room, meditating with the soft music and candles lit across her room. It was something she took up a while ago to calm herself after a mission, destress and clear her mind. In fact, Fury had mentioned it to her.

And Steve… well he was in his bedroom, waiting patiently. He had been pacing for about a minute before he heard the footsteps, he knew all too well and stood in his spot, watching the door closely. He was teasing him, knowing that Steve was expecting the door to open straight away and when thirty seconds passed, Steve began to turn irritable and restless. He hopped on one foot to the other, hands clutching the other behind his back as he desperately waited for the door to open.

It felt like a whole ten minutes had passed before the door finally opened with a creak like it always did and Bucky's face appeared. His plump lips were pressed together in a neutral expression and when the door swung behind him, slamming, and nearly knocking the lamp on the bedside table off (something that happened frequently due to their strength) his smirk creeped onto his face as he strolled over.

“Hey” he greeted softly.

“Hi” Steve replied and gripped his hands tighter. He knew the rules. No touching without permission.

“Good leading today” Bucky praised as he reached him, and Steve's smile grew. They were the exact same height, if not Bucky being just an inch taller, and Steve had to lift his eyes ever so slightly.

“Thank you… Sir” the word made Bucky harden and grin and his bright blue eyes crisped at the edges. The words were on the tip of his tongue, and he was fighting to say them. Bucky could see the begging in his eyes and how he bounced on his heel to make the discomfort more bearable.

“Go on then, ask me?” Bucky ordered and Steve groaned softly. He was so desperate, and it was almost humiliating.

“Please Sir” he started off with. It was a good start but would get him nowhere.

“Please what?” Bucky stepped closer until his chest was almost touching Steve's, his hands dangling by his sides and teasing Steve. Teasing him by not even touching him but being so close to doing so.

“Please let me out, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you” Steve whined like a little boy, wanting a toy to play with, only what he wanted was pleasure. Bucky grinned further, enjoying the torment he was bringing onto Steve. Watching him go from leader to a whining little bitch and Bucky was going to make sure he knew it.

“It’s not even been five minutes and you’re already whining like a bitch” Bucky’s hand began to creep up against Steve's body, gliding over the comfy clothes he replaced from his suit and Bucky could feel him tensing. He squirmed to not bring his own hands forward and touch Bucky, knowing if he did, he’d receive correct immediately and most likely never be let out.

“How do you think the others would feel if they knew how much of a slut you really are, if they knew that their captain was really just a toy for me to use, all locked up and at my disposal” Bucky asked, whispering softly to Steve who let out a moan as Bucky trailed over his crotch, just barely grabbing his aching member.

“I don’t know Sir” Steve breathed, not even paying much attention to the question. Bucky didn’t half care either, it was more just to rile Steve up which worked every time. Bucky could feel him start to shake and he was desperate to be released.

“Perhaps we should go tell them” he tilted his head and Steve groaned. His heart picked up a beat and a dread washed over him. He knew deep down Bucky was joking but the fear of his colleagues and teammates finding out that captain America was actually a submissive for Bucky Barnes filled him with dread and his stomached turned into a tight knot.

“Whatever you would like Sir” he answered, and Bucky chuckled, hand reaching behind his neck and tightly grasping it, yanking him forwards.

“Exactly, whatever I like” he whispered back before pouncing a kiss of Steve's lips, engulfing his mouth, and taking control. Steve moaned into Bucky's tender kiss, soft plump lips, and nose grazing against his. Warm skin and scratches from his beard. Steve felt like he was going to explode any minute and he knew deep down he had a while to go before he would be feeling any sort of pleasure. Bucky kissed him deeper, his hand now sliding into those blonde locks and grasping them tightly. Steve hissed as they broke the kiss, and his head was craned backwards.

“Now be a good boy and get undressed for me” he ordered, and Steve nodded as much as he could against Bucky's hold.

“Yes Sir” he immediately undressed, flinging off his joggers and t-shirt, leaving him completely naked. Steve hadn’t bothered with underwear, making it less work for him to get undressed. He stood back in position, chin high and hands behind his back. His chest puffed out and glistened from the layer of sweat. But what was most eye catching was his cock. Two days he had been locked in the cage, swollen, and fighting to feel any pleasure. Two days he had gone without masturbation, and he was dying, aching for a release, aching to be touched by Bucky or his own hand. Today was the toughest. Fighting those terrorists whilst wearing a cock cage isn’t something he’d recommend to anyone. Bucky knew they had a mission but kept it on anyway. It was why he was smirking earlier. Steve didn’t pull a muscle, he couldn’t with having that serum running through him. he was wincing because of his aching cock… like a slut.

The cage was metal, keeping his cock completely limp with the head of it poking out the end to allow for use of the bathroom. His balls were currently being squished and fighting against the two metal compartments for them. He had absolutely no way of touching himself, giving himself a hard on or any way to come. He was lucky Bucky didn’t seal off his hole to ensure defiantly no coming. He managed to get away with just the cage.

“Look at you, all swollen and desperate for release, I bet that was hard wasn’t it, fighting like this earlier, all locked up” Bucky trailed his hand down, reaching the top of his crotch, nearly touching the exposed skin available to touch.

“Yes, Sir it was”.

“And now you want out” Bucky clarified.

“Yes Sir, please let me out, I’ll make you feel good, I’ll do whatever you want me to do” Steve begged and Bucky grinned, flashing his teeth.

“Well, you know I like it when you keep up a fight” and then he lifted his hand, smacking it across Steve's face so hard it nearly knocked him over. Steve could actually feel the smack, the tingle and burning sensation afterwards and Steve gritted his teeth, breathing in deeply before staring back at Bucky. He was not going to give up this easily. Bucky wants a fight and that’s what he’ll get. Steve loved to play this game. Force him to submit and then finally relinquish all control and give into the sexy super soldier before him.

Steve moved his face back to the middle, sucking in a breath to fight the tingle on his cheek. If this were someone else, they’d most likely be groaning in agony from the slap but his serum was doing half the work for him. But it wasn’t long before Bucky smacked him again, this time the other cheek and sent his head flying to the other side, another grunt escaping through gritted teeth. Steve wasn’t giving in that easily and Bucky loved it when he fought to.

“You love it when I smack you about like a piece of meat don’t you, just a slut for me to use and abuse and make me feel good” Bucky teased, slapping again, this time Steve wobbling on his feet, trying to gain his balance.

“My perfect little submissive, knows exactly what his place is” Bucky spoke as if Steve wasn’t even there, a grin plastered on his face and another smack to his now swollen cheeks, red and puffy.

“Is that all you got” Steve commented lowly, and Bucky huffed. Here he was fighting back. Bucky sucked in his bottom lip, running his teeth over before lifting his boot and kicking Steve right in the chest, sending him on top of the bed. A gut-wrenching groan came from Steve, coughing as the wind was kicked out of him and he clutched his abs.

“You know I can go harder than that” Bucky stood between his legs, smacking his hands on his chest, and running his fingers up to Steve's collarbone, gripping his shoulders and yanking him upwards. Steve rested on his palms as Bucky pressed a knee over his aching cock, confined to its cage which was worse than the kick to his stomach. Steve hissed and wiggled under Bucky but was careful not to squirm too much. It was harder with his cock in the cage, all swollen and sensitive.

“Now are you going to be a good boy for me” he whispered, and Steve nodded fast.

“Yes, yes Sir” he breathed. Bucky gripped his hair and yanked his head back, sucking hard on his lips as he kissed him, popping his bottom lip out. Steve moaned and looked up sweetly into Bucky's eyes, enjoying the little piece of pleasure he earned just there.

Moments later, Steve was bound on the bed. His hands were tied to his anklets and rope tied around under his knees, bringing them up and tied to the headboard behind him. he was open and on display, hole puckering as he wiggled in the bondage. Bucky smirked as he strolled to the bed, now naked and free, cock dangling openly as he climbed on the bed. Steve was look perfect and beautiful and desperate for cock and coming. Bucky crawled over to Steve straddling his chest and running his nails across his chest leaving bright scratch marks which made Steve hiss.

Bucky chuckled enjoying the torture and pain he was inflicting on Steve. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to give Steve any pleasure. He’d just have to wait and ask nicely enough. For now, it was all about him.

“Open that gorgeous mouth of yours” Bucky ordered as he held his dick, ready to be sucked and worshipped. Steve opened his mouth widely, sticking his tongue out which allowed Bucky to stroke it across the wet thing, teasing Steve. His cock twitched in the cage and pressed against the cold metal, aching to become hard. A little taste was for starters as he pressed the tip of his cock inside Steve's mouth, yanking it out before he could taste anymore.

“Please Sir more, I want more of your cock” he whispered, whining at the edge of his tone and puppy dog eyes. Bucky groaned and placed his cock further inside, stroking it slowly out. Steve leaned forward to try and get more of his length in, hungry for his master’s cock. Bucky wasn’t going to waste time now. He wanted Steve's nice wet mouth wrapped around him. A hand cupped the back of Steve's neck and forced his head down on to his cock. He thrusted in and out, his cock hitting the back of Steve's throat earning a gag every time.

“Oh, fuck Steve, you feel so good on my cock” Bucky moaned, leaning his head backwards. Saliva dribbled down Steve's chin, pooling at the crook of his chest. Bucky thrusted faster inside Steve's mouth, earning gurgled sounds. His lips pressed over his cock and turned him harder within moments. Steve gripped his fists tightly as his mouth was fucked in the awkward position. His teeth slightly grazed the skin, and he sucked on the end of Bucky's cock, popping it from his mouth and sucking in a deep breath before it was shoved straight back in there. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as Bucky used his mouth.

“That’s it, suck your master’s cock” Bucky felt his orgasm coming but groaned sharply as come flew into Steve's mouth, cock twitching and shaking as he released. Sweat dripped from both of them and heavy breaths as well. Steve's mouth was full and sticky and salty, and he licked his lips of every last drop. His cock was ready to explode out of the cage, red skin, and the tip twitching. Bucky calmed his body down, crawling backwards off Steve's chest as he reached his ass.

“God your cock is just aching to come out isn’t it” Bucky smirked as he grabbed the locked-up member, palming him. Steve flinched and gasped, legs flailing about as Bucky pressed his thumb in the sensitive areas. So desperate and needy.

“Please Sir, please let me come, I’ve been so good for you” Steve begged, and Bucky chuckled. A finger flicked on his asshole, pressing inwards teasingly and Steve pressed his head into the pillow. It was becoming too much for him. The pleasure and pain of being denied and delayed an orgasm. He had no choice though.

“Get my fingers ready” Bucky placed his hand under Steve's chin who sucked up as much saliva and spat into his hand. Bucky wiped it over Steve's asshole before pressed a metal finger to the opening, slowly pressing inside. He was tight especially since Bucky had last been in there a few days ago.

“Fuck you’re so tight Steve” Bucky whispered and pressed his finger in further, opening him up. His asshole stretched painfully, and Steve groaned in the pillow, toes curling. Bucky slipped the finger out and place two in, the metal gliding over and in easily. His fingers were so long, and he could feel his prostate. An index finger curled at it and Steve jumped, groaning.

“Oh, please Sir” he didn’t know how long he could beg for.

“That’s it, keep begging me” another finger followed, and his asshole was opening wider and wider. Whilst his metal hand was busying playing with his ass, his other hand was busying with his swollen cock. Another index finger teased the tip of his cock, tickling it and making Steve squirm. Steve clenched around Bucky's fingers, breathing heavily as the pleasure began to overload him. The metal fingers pumped in and out, skin flapping and cock bouncing. Steve was sweating and tensing his body, a tingle running through his body.

He continued to beg, pleading to be allowed to come and be released. He wouldn’t be able to come with that monster on his cock, holding him back. And with the fingers in his ass, it was becoming harder to hold back. Bucky squeezed what he could of his balls, pinching any skin bursting out of the cage and gripped it tightly at the base. Steve almost yelled but clenched his jaw. He didn’t want someone to hear him.

“You want out Steve” Bucky asked, and he nodded fast.

“Yes, yes please Sir, I’ll do anything for you” he begged, eyes closed and fingers latching onto his ankles for support.

“I know you will, because you’re my slut aren’t you, my bitch to play with, to do what I want. Everyone thinks you’re the one in charge but really, I am, aren’t I”.

“Yes, yes you are Sir, you’re in charge, you’re my master. I’ll do anything for you” Bucky was fingers deep in his asshole and pumped them harder for another ten seconds before pulling them out, his hole puckering. A jangle of keys alerted Steve and suddenly he felt cold on his cock. The cage was removed, and the moment Bucky wrapped his hand around his cock he jumped for the heavens, groaning loudly into the pillow, eyes barely open like he was half asleep and toes curling tightly that they turned white. Bucky rubbed him fast, long fingers wrapping around tightly, and he could see him twitching, ready to release.

“Please Sir can I come?” this was the final straw for Steve. He needed to come and if he was denied, he considered coming anyway. But Bucky wasn’t going to be that cruel.

“Yes, you can” he granted Steve's wish and come flew onto his hand, shooting up and spilling over his crotch, running down his thighs and over Bucky's hand. It was the best orgasm he ever had. Like a million fireworks going off. He was sensitive and twitchy and hot and sticky and tired. But he was in pleasure overload and his head rested back in the pillow as he calmed down from the most intense orgasm he ever had. Bucky cupped his balls softly and palmed them, earning little flinches from Steve and chuckled softly.

“Come clean me off” he held his hand for Steve to lick off his come off. Steve looked up with tired eyes and a drunk smile on his face.

“Thank you, Sir,” he whispered and Bucky grinned, leaning over and kissing him sweetly.

“Good boy” another peck and a nose rub followed. Bucky untied Steve, letting him down gently before lying in bed beside him, arms wrapped around each other, fingers in hair and rubbing soft circles over his chest.

“Please tell me I won’t be in the cage for a while, that nearly killed me” Steve murmured against Bucky's chest who laughed softly, pressed his lips to his forehead.

“Fine, no cage… but we’ll have to do something with your ass” he teased, and Steve glanced up, seeing that smirk on his face.

“Jerk”.

“Punk” the two laid there naked and tussled and sleepy and completely in bliss. Steve for a second did wonder.

What would the others think if they knew this is what he was like behind closed doors?

Hey so I hope you like this one shot, let me know what you think in the comments

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October 25th - Posted Oct. 26th Kinky Halloween Special Masterlist

Kink: Cumshot / Creampie

Steve x Reader.

Words: 953.

Warnings: Smut18+, Unprotected Sex, Oral Male Receiving, Dirty Talk, Dom! Steve, Praise and Degradation, Cum Kink. 

a/n: very loosely editied. ZERO Plot - Straight smut. 

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“On your knees princess.” My knees rest against the carpeted floor, I fumble with Steve’s pants as I look up at him, his eyes filled with hunger and need. His cock springs free, the head red and glistening. I lick from the base to the tip causing a low grunt to fall from his lips, his hips thrusting forward slightly. 

I look up at Steve, his fingers lacing through my hair keeping it out of his view as his cock disappears into my mouth. 

“Good girl.” I moan around his cock, my tongue swiping side to side around him. Steve pulls my head back, allowing for his dick to sink deeper into my throat, my gag filling the air with every second thrust. Tears prick at my eyes, saliva forming around the sides of my mouth as I cup his balls, massaging the skin causing his grip on my hair to tighten. 

“Fuck, yes doll, just like that.” 

Our eyes lock together, my cheeks hollowing out around his cock, Steve bites his lip as I feel him twitch inside of me. 

Steve’s head falls back, his lips parting as moans fill the air. Arousal pools between my thighs, the sight before me causing pride to wash over me, I’m the one making him feel this good. 

His muscles tense, his eyes search for mine, his mouth falling open. Steve pulls his cock from my lips, pumping his dick as I tilt my head back, sticking my tongue out and closing my eyes. His low moans fill the air, his hot release painting my face. 

“Look at you doll, covered in my cum.” 

“Mmm.” I hum in response, a smirk dancing across my lips as I use my thumb to brush his cum onto my lips.

“Dirty little slut.” 

I quickly wipe my face before Steve pulls me up to face him, his lips brushing against mine, a proud smirk on his lips. 

“Mine, tell me doll.” 

“Yours.” 

Steve closes the gap between us, his tongue instantly moving against mine, his hand holding the back of my neck, pulling us closer together. His fingers brush against my thigh before ripping my panties from my body. His hands grips my ass, lifting me up into his arms allowing for me to wrap my legs around his waist. 

He walks us to the bed before dropping me onto the mattress, trapping me in-between his body, keeping my legs locked around his waist. His mouth sucks, bites and licks my neck, trailing down to my breasts, taking my nipple in his mouth as he rolls his tongue over the bud. 

“Steve, please.” 

My fingers trace through his hair, his lips continuing to kiss down my body, pressing a soft kiss to my core. A sigh passes my lips in anticipation, wanting nothing more than to feel him. 

Steve holds my legs open, licking a quick stripe up my slit before sliding inside of me. I grip the bed sheets, my walls burning around his cock. Steve stays still, allowing for me to get used to his size before rocking his hips back and forth. 

My boobs bounce with every thrust, Steve’s face twists with pleasure as his cock massages my walls perfectly. 

“Beautiful.” I moan at the praise, his hand cupping my boob, using his thumb and index finger to pinch my nipple earning a hiss from my lips. 

“God, that feels good.” 

“Only I make you feel this good, got that baby?” 

I nod in response, my back arching off the bed as his cock pounds into me. Steve places my legs on his chest, my heels resting on his shoulders, the deeper angle causes my breath to hitch as the sound of my wetness engulfs us. 

“Answer me.” Steve wraps his hand around my throat, forcing our eyes to meet. 

“Fuck, only you.” I mumble his grip on my neck loosening but staying wrapped around me. 

Steve slows his pace, reveling in the feeling of my silky pussy around his cock. I wiggle around slightly to rub my clit which causes my walls to flutter around him. 

“Y/n, jesus.” 

I giggle softly, loving how vocal Steve is. I continue to rub my clit, a chorus of moans and ragged breathing leaving me as I build up my high. 

“Mmm, gonna make yourself cum on my cock?” 

A whimper passes my lips, I squeeze my eyes shut as I swipe across my clit faster. My toes curl and my back arches, my release washing over me. My body jolts, the shocks of electricity sparking through me. Steve groans at the feeling of my tight cunt, his lips kissing the side of my head. 

“Such a good girl.” His whispered praise causes a shiver to run down my spine as he continues to thrust in and out of me. The sensitivity of my core sends goosebumps to my skin, his hands holding my hips, using my pussy to chase his high. 

“Yes, fuck.” 

Steve slows his hips, taking longer and deeper strokes, his hot release filling my pussy. 

I moan at the feeling, looking down at his cock twitching, a small pool of cum leaking out of my core. 

“Holy fuck.” I pant, my chest rising and falling. I squeal in surprise as Steve puts his finger inside of me, swirling it around before pulling it from me. His finger glistens with our mixed orgasm, I grab his forearm bringing his finger to my lips and sucking it clean. 

Steve’s mouth falls open slightly, shocked by what I just did causing me to smirk. 

“Mm, you taste so sweet.” He swallows hard, his eyes darken before capturing my lips with his. 

“You’ll be the death of me.”

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Pairing: Nomad Steve x Enhanced Reader

Undercover AU, angst, smut, mutual pining, snark, sass, enemies to lovers.

Series Summary: Being on the run after the Avengers' Civil War isn't easy and, having had one too many clashes with Captain America, now Nomad, you decide it's time to strike out on your own. One last op needs your experience and expertise, forcing you to not only stay but team up with Steve. Together, you infiltrate a biker gang to track weapon shipments that are ending up in enemy hands. Can the two of you find common ground in order to accomplish the mission or will your constant headbutting lead to total ruin?

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Lifeline - Part 17

Summary: (First Responders!AU) Moving to Los Angeles and living with your brother, Thor, was never part of your plan nor was being a 9-1-1 dispatcher, but plans change when you are faced with your own emergencies. In your case, it was leaving behind a relationship that wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Will this be the fresh start you were hoping for or will your past find a way to catch up with you?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinson!Sister Reader

Word Count: 3800+

Warnings: Angst, violence, suspense, kidnapping

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Nat kept a watchful eye on Thor when he came back to the waiting room. He was twirling his phone in his hand when his eyes connected with hers; He shot her a hard glare before shaking his head. She grimaced, letting out a scoff and stood up a little straighter. She turned her attention back to assist Clint with asking routine questions to Bucky, Carol, and Val. Bucky’s eyes connected with hers, and he reached out, taking her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze before letting go. She nodded, putting a strand of hair behind her ear.

Nat tried to focus on doing her job, but she was too close to this. You were one of her best friends, and she was scared for you in this situation. She wanted to believe what Thor was saying about Jig and Billy being the same person, but she needed proof or some sort of evidence, pointing them in that direction. Steve’s phone was the key to this, but she couldn’t go through it in case they needed it to use against him in court. She didn’t have a problem with lying, but if the defense found out what she did, she would be screwed and possibly lose her job. Billy deserved to be locked up for everything he did to you, and that cell phone would be another reason on a long list of reasons to lock him up. She wanted to protect you like Thor did, but it needed to be done right. 

“Natasha,” Thor shouted, forcing her head to snap in his direction. He was heading their way with Sam behind him. “Sam can confirm Billy and Jig are the same person. He met Jig once.” 

She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest. “Is this true, or are you making it up?” 

“It’s true,” Sam nodded. “I met him one night at Happy’s. It was a quick meeting, but you don’t forget that white boy’s pretty face.”

Nat’s mouth dropped open, covering it with her hand in shock. Bucky was beside her, placing a reassuring hand on the small of her back. She looked over at him with tearful eyes as her mind drifted to the worst-case scenario. Bucky pulled her into a hug, and everything around her became white noise.

Billy got to you; he abducted you and almost killed Steve in the process. She squeezed her eyes shut, pulling Bucky closer. How did this happen? How did he even find you? How long has he been here? What was going to happen to you? All these unanswered questions flooded her mind until everything went silent. This was what she needed, evidence to find you and bring you home safe. Her eyes snapped open, pulling away from Bucky. She smirked at him, and his blue eyes narrowed at her. 

“Keep me updated on Steve, will you?” She whispered, putting her hands on his cheeks.

He nodded. “As long as you do the same with YN.” 

She kissed him, turning around and catching Thor’s eye. “Thor, let’s go.”

“Wait, what? Where?” Thor was looking between everyone as if asking if they had the answers.

“To find your sister, but we may have to ask for a little help.”

“But, I thought you weren’t technically on the case?”

“Small technicality. Nick will forgive me; I’m one of his favorites,” she winked, and Clint nodded in agreement. “Besides, I’m also a concerned friend of the victim, and I’m just following a possible lead. It could lead to something, or it might not.” Nat shrugged, looking over to Clint. “Cover for me?” 

“It’s what I do best.”

“Let’s go get this bastard,” Thor stated, giving Nat a forgiving nod. 

__________

The soft melody coming from the radio woke you up, but you didn’t move. A breeze hit your face, and the smell of the ocean hit your nose. A calm sensation came over you as you moved ever so slightly, feeling your hands bound, restricting your movement. Taking in another breath, a hint of familiar cologne came to your senses. You gulped, turning your head to what you hoped was a window. A sharp pain hit the side of your face, making you wince, causing your eyes to flicker open. The car sat parked near the ocean, and you could see the sun rising in the distance, cascading a soft glow over the landscape. You glanced at your hands, seeing a zip tie wrapped around them. You gulped, looking over to the driver’s seat to find your ex-husband wrapping his wrist. Your eyes widened as your mind flashed to him on the other side of the door, Steve laying motionless on the ground, the struggle in your condo, Cosmo attacking, and a punch to your face that knocked you out cold. 

“Good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?”

“What… what did you do?” You stammered, feeling tears start to form in your eyes. 

He smirked, taping the gauze on his wrist. “I think the better question is what did you do?” You narrowed your eyes, wincing as a sharp pain traveled alongside your face. Your hand shot to your face, touching the tender area between your eye and cheekbone. “I warned you what would happen if you left. People would get hurt, but you didn’t listen.” 

“Is he dead?”

“Who? Steve? Would it make a difference if he was?” He quirked an eyebrow as your bottom lip trembled, staring out the window at the ocean. “I wouldn’t worry about him anymore.”

“Why did you do that?” Your voice cracked as a sob escaped from your mouth. “He was a good man.”

“Steve was a great guy. I didn’t want to hurt him. I liked Steve. He was one helluva pool player, and we were friends,” he paused, your head snapping in his direction. “But, when he put his hands on you. I wanted to kill him.” Billy clenched his fists, shaking his head. “Steve doesn’t deserve you. He was never good enough for you. Hell, he was just using you to get over his dead wife.” He let out a breath, his dark brown eyes connected with yours, sending a shiver down your spine. “If you stayed home and didn’t leave me, we wouldn’t be in this situation right now. Steve wouldn’t be dead because of you.”

Your stomach dropped, with tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. You squeezed your eyes shut as the sharp pain radiating from your cheek was welcoming compared to what you were feeling inside. You swallowed down a sob, but your shaky breath didn’t dissipate. Your head clouded up, blocking out any other sound besides your racing heart. You slowly opened your eyes, trying to blink the tears away, but a few escaped down your cheeks and landed on your jeans. You stared at the wet droplets, unable to move, only being able to concentrate on your breathing. You sniffled, clearing your throat. “How long have you been watching me?”

“Does it matter?” He arched a brow at you. “I will give you some credit though, leaving that note saying you and Loki took an impromptu trip together. At first, I didn’t think much of it. I mean, you two are attached at the hip, so I knew you would be back in a few days, but you never did come home. Even after I saw Loki’s posts about being back home, but still no you. ” He leaned back in his seat, rubbing a hand over his mouth. 

“The most frustrating part of all was that you never returned my calls, which led me straight to Loki, and he told me you were staying with him for a few more days. I thought, ‘Alright. I get it. You want some time.’” He sighed, shaking his head. “After a few more days of no new texts and no returned phone calls. I decided to sneak into Loki’s and quickly realized you weren’t staying there. In fact, it looked like you were never there. Then I proceeded to go to your work, which I now realized I should’ve done to begin with because I discovered you quit.” He paused, hitting the steering with your palm, making you jump in your seat. 

“It was embarrassing to find out your wife left you in front of her co-workers.” He clenched his jaw, staring daggers at you. “This led to me tracking your phone, but it never did tell me where you were.” He smirked. “I am almost positive it involved an anti-tracker app. Smart play.” He nodded. “Nice to know you learned a few things from me during our time together, but I’m surprised you didn’t think I wouldn’t be able to find you?”

“Who's to say I didn’t,” you countered, wiping the tears from your cheeks. 

He cackled in the seat next to you, shaking his head, and in one quick motion grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him. You tried to jerk away, but he tightened his hold. All the mischief in his eyes was gone, replaced with his harsh gaze. He clenched his jaw, making you gulp and stare into the depths of his emotionless eyes. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you? Running off to your big brother, thinking he would protect you. It’s cute really, but deep down, he didn't do his job the first time, let alone this time. He didn’t protect you. He didn’t keep you safe. It’s comical, just how easy it was to get you back.” He scoffed, licking his lips. “And Loki’s all the same. They’re both egoistic, self-absorbed, and out for themselves. It’s poetic, how you were always there for them, but they were never there for you like I was.” He reached over and dragged his fingers against your cheek. You clenched your jaw, pulling away from his touch.

“What do you want from me?” You mumbled, observing him from the corner of your eye. 

He sighed, dropping his hand. “Isn’t it obvious? I want you to come home where it is safe. Come home to someone who actually cares about you. My god, YN, you have no idea how much I have missed you and….and I’m sorry,” he confessed as his voice cracked. Your head snapped in his direction to see him running a hand through his hair. “I was an asshole for how I treated you, and I can’t believe I became that person.” His gaze caught yours, noticing his lips trembling. “I told you I would change, but I didn’t, and I don’t know why.” He paused, clearing his throat. “I want to change, but I don’t think I can do it without you. I need you. You have always believed in me more than I believed in myself. I don’t want to lose what we have together. Please come home to me. I forgive you for running. I want to start over, start fresh, start that family you always wanted. Anything; I will do anything,” he begged with tears on the verge of falling. 

You swallowed, staring wide-eyed at him, not knowing what to say. Billy has always been a confident talker, telling you what you wanted to hear and making all the right promises.  He could coax you into coming back every time you left him with his caring apologetic words. You believed you could trust him time and time again. He could persuade you into getting what he wanted, not what you wanted. 

You rubbed your lips together, knowing what you should say or at least what he wanted you to say. But, you didn’t need him anymore, like he needed you. You moved on, and in this moment, he couldn’t control you anymore. “I want to start a family, Billy.” His shoulders sank in relief as a smile crossed his features. “But, I don’t want it with you. I don’t want anything to do with you. Our relationship is a repeating pattern that causes both of us pain. I can’t do this with you anymore,” you breathed, your eyes flickering to his; they changed from sincere and honest to dark and destructive in a matter of seconds. 

He brought his hand down his face, shaking his head. “You don’t get to say when this is over. I do.” He let out a deep breath and slapped you across the face. You yelped, sending a shooting pain down your same cheek, bringing tears to the corner of your eye. You leaned away from him, reaching for the door handle, and tried to push it open, but he grabbed a hold of you and held a knife to your throat. 

 “STOP MOVING,” he grunted through clenched teeth. You quit squirming and stared at the blade against your throat. “It didn’t have to come to this. ” He clenched his jaw, grabbing the passenger seat belt and strapped you in. He leaned forward, his breath fanning against your ear as he whispered, “I have a plan, but unlike yours, it will work.” 

____________

Thor and Nat walked through the doors of your dispatch center. Thor’s eyes scanned the many individuals typing away at their screens and talking into their headpieces. It was a different scene than what he was used to. It felt calmer and less hectic, but on the other end of the calls, he could only imagine what people were going through.

Bruce made eye contact with them, holding up his pointer finger as he helped one of the dispatchers at their desk.  

“Bruce, busy man,” Thor chuckled, and Nat hummed in agreement.

“Thor, Nat, hi. Any news? Have the police found anything?” Bruce asked, walking over to them.

“Don’t get me started on the police. At YN house, they were walking around finding clues and placing their little yellow numbers by them, and taking pictures. Like, what is that going to do? They should be out looking for her since I already told them who abducted her, but no one believed me.” Thor shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Calm down, big guy, it’s called procedure, and we were finding evidence.” Nat patted him on the shoulder before turning to Bruce. “Anyways, we came to ask for a favor, and we think you could help us with it.”

“Name it,” Bruce nodded, putting his hands in his pockets. 

“We need to track this number, but the fastest way without a warrant is to go through dispatch, or so I heard,” Nat hinted, raising her eyebrows.

“What is it? Landline or cell phone?”

“Cell phone.”

“Cell phones are trickier since we don’t get an automatic address like we do with landlines. Our system has to digitally request the phone’s location from the cellular network. I will have to put in a manual request, which won’t be a problem, it will just take some time,” Bruce stated, going over to one of the computers. “What’s the number?” Thor read the number off his phone as Bruce typed it in and quickly filled in the necessary information.

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Billy pulled into a gas station and parked the car behind it. He reached behind your seat, hearing him shuffle around and come forward with a scissor, wet nap, and a baseball cap. He cupped your face in his hands, using the wet-nap to wipe your face. You squeezed your eyes shut, ignoring the pain on your cheek. “There’s my girl, all cleaned up.” He lifted your head with his finger and tilted it in all directions. He grabbed ahold of your bound hands, cutting the zip tie from your wrists. “Put this hat on, and just know, if you run, you don’t want to know what I will do.” 

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. He squeezed your hands before getting out of the car and coming around the front to get you. He opened the door, instantly putting his arm around your shoulder, leaning into you. You tensed up, smelling the all-to-familiar cologne that sent your nerves firing in warning. It was a cologne you loved, having picked out for him when you first started dating, but now it filled your head with many unpleasant memories. 

“Loosen up, hon, you can trust me,” he whispered in your ear, hitting the bill of your hat, making you readjust it. 

You gave him a hard nod, forcing a tight smile. He let go of you as someone was walking out, holding the door for the two of you. You looked the man straight in the face, hoping he would take a look at you and help in some way, but Billy mumbled a quick thanks and took your hand. You glanced at the guy behind the register, but he stared down at his phone while Billy dragged you to the drink coolers. 

“What do you want?” 

“Can I run to the bathroom? Can’t pick anything on a full bladder,” you smirked, squeezing his hand.

“Of course, make it quick,” he nodded, letting go of your hand.

You walked back up the aisle and down another, glancing at the man behind the counter, who was still staring down at his phone. Keeping a watchful eye on Billy, you snatched a set of permanent markers from the shelf and hid them in the front of your pants and under your shirt. You took one last peek over your shoulder to see Billy’s eyes following you and opened the door to the ladies restroom.

You locked the door and leaned against it, taking in your surroundings, but there was nothing that could help you. It was a single stall bathroom with no windows. How come the only bathrooms that ever seemed to have windows were in the movies. You sighed, rubbing your forehead. There weren’t many options left: leave a note and hope someone sees it and gets help. It felt silly, but what did it hurt? You pulled the markers from the front of your pants and grabbed a brown paper towel, scribbling out a message and placing it by the sink along with the markers. 

Gripping the edge of the bathroom counter, you let out a deep breath, staring down into the semi-dirty sink. You removed your hat, running your hand through your hair, and looked up at your reflection in the mirror. It was like you were right back to where you started, staring at the fragile woman you thought you left behind. The color around your right eye was changing to a dark black and blue, your cheek was puffy, and there was a small cut on your lip. 

“You can get through this,” you reassured yourself, splashing cold water on your face. “Someone is looking for you.” Splash. “Someone will find you.” Splash. “Steve isn’t dead because of you.” Splash. 

You stared at the water flowing out of the faucet as images of Steve started filling your mind. His signature smirk, his chest-grabbing laugh, his caring yet determined personality, and how he... Tears began forming in the corner of your eyes, blurring your vision. You squeezed them shut, sniffling, before opening your eyes to your reflection. “No crying; not yet at least; first, you need to make it out.” You cleared your throat, promising yourself with a nod. You slipped the hat back on and opened the door, jumping in surprise to find Billy waiting there.

“Grabbed your favorites,” he grinned, holding them up. You forced a smile, following him to the register. Billy placed the drinks, snacks, and a few wound cleaning supplies on the counter. You smirked, remembering Cosmo’s rescue efforts. The front door jingled, pulling your attention to a mother and her young daughter walking in.

“Okay, Monica, run to the bathroom, and I’ll grab us some snacks.” You let out a small sigh of relief, smirking at them going their separate ways. 

“We should start a family once we settle into our new home,” he whispered into your ear with a smirk on his lips.

“New home?” You questioned, narrowing your eyes at him.

“It’s part of my plan.” He wiggled his eyebrows, paying the man with cash. “You always wanted a family; why not start now.” He shrugged, leaning into you. He smiled at the clerk, grabbing the bag and holding out his other hand to you. You took it, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. 

Billy dragged you back out to the car and let go of your hand. He opened the back door while you headed for the passenger side door. “Wait, don’t get in; we’re switching cars. He should be here any minute.”

“Why?”

“I’m sure the police already have the make and model of this car through surveillance video or the license plate number from the note you left in the ladies room.”

“What note?”

“Don’t play stupid. I’m not an idiot, besides why else would you be smirking at a mother and daughter,” he sneered while a car pulled up beside them. “Speak of the devil, right on time.”

A Rolls Royce Wraith pulled up, forcing you to roll your eyes. This was his getaway car, more than a quarter of a million-dollar car, and he expected to get away with you. It was the same car he owned in New York, but this one had updated California license plates. A bald man got out of the driver's side, coming over to you and Billy. It was hard not to be creeped out by him, with a milky left eye and a scar underneath it. 

Billy’s phone buzzed once more in his hand. He looked down at it, letting out a quiet snicker. He read off the abduction alert, including your name, what you looked like, and what you were wearing last. “Turns out you got someone looking for you after all. It’s a shame they aren’t going to find you.”

You gulped, noticing the bald man smirking. “As requested, your new phone--” he handed Billy a flip phone while Billy handed him his smartphone “--with a few contacts that you can trust and help you if it’s necessary.  And everything you requested is in the back seat, but knowing you, Billy, you two have already disappeared.”  

Your breathing quickened at his words, your eyes darting between the two men shaking hands. Billy had the perfect plan, and you were stepping right into it. You were going to disappear, become a ghost, and no one was going to be able to find you. Your defeated eyes caught Billy’s, not missing the amusement dancing in his. You bit your lip, staring into the distance, hoping the daughter saw your note and called the police. But it dawned on you that help wasn’t coming, which left you with two options: start over and try to be happy with him, or adapt and overcome. 

“Thank you for your help, Agent Orange. I’ll owe you one.”  Orange nodded at Billy, walking over to the previous car before getting in and driving away. “Well, get in, honey. It’s time to go on our road trip.”

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AN: Thanks for reading Part 17! This doesn't sound like it will be a fun road trip, and from the looks of it, Billy seems to be one step ahead of her with every move she makes. How is she gonna out think him? If you haven't noticed already, Billy is a real piece of work, and I'm hoping he came off as a psychopath in this part. If not I tried my best, it's hard to tap into a dark mindset like that! Haha! I will say though, Ben Barnes, who plays Billy Russo, is an attractive man, but I will admit his brown eyes can get scary dark sometimes. Like when he's mad, you can just see it in his eyes, so I tried to play off that. And it seems like he has a buddy helping him, Agent Orange, I wonder how they know each other? Also, we kind of have a better understanding where Nat's head was at at the end of the last part. She was worried about her friend and wanted everything to be done right, and put Billy away for good. And what do you think of her and Thor teaming up to find her? And can't forget that little assist from Bruce, but will they be able to find her before she disappears forever or will something worse happen along the way? Is Steve gonna pull through? And man, I sure hope Cosmo is doing okay! Until next week, thanks again!

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[lemonsandstrawberries]

A Hot Water Bottle

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

summary: Tony doesn’t feel too well and is having a hard time to ask Steve for some comfort.

length: 865 words

a/n: inspired by this prompt, which I slightly changed, but didn’t realize until finished writing... hope it is okay! feedback, reblogs and likes are welcomed and needed!

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A Hot Water Bottle

"Uhhh... Steve..."

"Mm? What's up, babe?"

"Uh. I am not feeling well."

"What? Why?" Steve closed his book, frowning at the words. It wasn't like Tony to complain that he felt sick. Usually, Tony popped some pills and got back to whatever he was doing, claiming that he was too busy to feel sick. It showed in the way he had been standing in front of Steve, with a long face and hunched over, clearly out of his place.

"Come here," Steve urged, calling the other man closer. With some effort, Tony climbed into the bed next to his husband and Steve put his arms around Tony's waist, pulling him close. He put his lips against brunet’s forehead, looking for traces of fever, but the skin wasn't hot. Just normal temperature. Still, Tony had this pained look on his face and gave off some miserable vibes.

"Will you tell me what's wrong?" Steve asked, cradling his husband close. It was rare for Tony to come to Steve in his moment of sickness. His whole life Tony had to rely on himself, achieved everything by his own work and will. Sharing in the moments of vulnerability was hard for him, even with the people he loved and trusted. He was the protector and defender, not someone who needed either of these things.

"Ummm," Tony fumbled, hiding his face into Steve's neck. "My stomach hurts."

"Oh. Did you eat something that could cause it?"

"Nah... I don't think so."

Steve went through a mental list of what he and Tony had eaten since waking up. Scrambled eggs for breakfast, chicken and potatoes for lunch, sandwich with hummus and vegetables somewhere in between... Steve had the same and he was feeling fine.

"Maybe you ate too fast," Steve said, cradling the back of Tony's head and gently messaging. Depending on the day, Tony could sit down and enjoy his meal, but sometimes he just inhaled it, not wanting to waste time - Steve doubted he even chewed, he just swallowed it up, like a duck.

"Maybe," Tony said groggily, taking a deep breath. "Uh, Steve... Could you -"

"You want a tummy rub?" Steve filled in with a smile. The cute thing about Tony, among other things, was that he really, really liked having his belly rubbed. Steve found it surprising at first, but it quickly became one of his favorite things too. There was something really sweet about the way Tony's face relaxed and his whole body became soft just from few strokes over his stomach. Heck, Steve wouldn't be surprised if this whole thing was a trick to get a tummy rub, because, for some reason, Tony couldn't ask like a normal person.

It was even more surprising, when Tony shook his head, denying the offer. It didn't happen often, or more like, never, and was alarming. Tony had to feel really sick.

"Uh, but could you instead - " Tony said shyly, moving his head up and whispering something in Steve's ear, feeling too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Steve listened, his eyes widening a little bit, but then he nodded in agreement. That was new, but Steve was willing to give it a go to make his boyfriend feel better. Or maybe not exactly new, just new in the given circumstances.

Steve took off his shirt, Tony doing the same, and then lay down in bed, flat on his back. It could be sexy, but none of them thought about it, and then Tony followed, lying on top of Steve, lining himself in a way that his stomach was on top of Steve's. Tony let out a relaxed breath, sinking into his husband’s heat and closing his eyes.

Steve began to smile, finding this very endearing. He could feel that Tony's belly was a bit harder than usual, suggesting some discomfort, but soon it would relax, soothed by Steve's higher body temperature.

"You know that you could get the same results with a hot water bottle?" Steve joked, moving his hands up and putting them at the small of his boyfriend's back.

Tony snorted, his shoulders jumping with the movement and belly twitching. "Don't cut yourself short," Tony joked, patting Steve's left peck, as he used the right one instead of a pillow. Steve should be offended, but he was used to Tony's jokes and Tony getting some of his snark back was a good sign, showing that he already felt better. "This is nicer," Tony added in a sweeter tone.

"Yeah, it is," Steve agreed, moving his thumb along the lower part of Tony's spine, very gently and Tony hummed delightedly, a small, hitched-out laugh escaping now and then from the light tickle. It was nice. Tony was a lovely, warm weight on top of him, his softer belly was pressed to Steve's muscled one and it was a great contrast. The gentle touch continued, until small, regular puffs of air on his chest and the rhythmic, calm way in which Tony's belly was moving, told Steve that he fell to sleep, lulled in by the warmth. Steve smiled, continuing to brush his fingers over his husband’s back, letting him sleep as long as he needed.

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Man Out of Time: Chap. 12, Nomads

Charlie's POV:

The Avengers seem to be no more.  Our civil war ripped us apart, and it feels there's no going back.  Clint and Scott were able to strike deals with the government and opted for house arrest.  They both have children, and families, so that makes perfect sense.  Clint checks in as much as he and Nat deem safe.  Such a big papa bear, making sure I'm ok.  Bucky is frozen in Wakanda hoping that Shuri, T'Challa's sister can work her magic on his brain.  Wanda and Vision typically spend most their time together, keeping low profiles.  While Steve, Nat, Sam, and myself have become rogue nomads.  We travel around the world in silence.  Sometimes working under the radar on missions, and other times living an odd family life.  There's a familiarity between the four of us.  

Nat and I try to keep the atmosphere around us as light hearted as possible.  Making sure to remember birthdays and holidays.  All of us keep in touch with everyone else through the media.  Peter seems to be keeping his neighborhood of Queens as safe as a teenager can.  No doubt he's receiving help from Tony.  I'm glad Tony is able to put his energy into a protege.  He needs that outlet.  We still haven't heard anything concerning Bruce.  I can hear the pain in Nat's voice every time he's brought up.  Thor seems to still be off world, possibly still in Asgard.  Rhodey we learned is still recovering from his fall.  He's alive and okay, that's all I care about.

Even though we have each other we all hope for the day when we can all be together and not spread throughout the globe.  Most of us too stubborn to make contact with one another.  A quietness settles around us.  There isn't a deep need for our services currently.  We all take turns reading and listening to any news where we may be of assistance.  Not working is an odd mixture of contentment at times and extreme boredom and unrest at other times.  The unrest is most notable on Steve's face.  He's spent so many years being America's golden boy, ready when needed.  Feeling he's at his best in a war.

I sit on our old and broken-down couch for the month mindlessly flipping through channels.  My hair is on top of my head in a messy bun, whisps framing my now too light skin.  I'm wearing one of Steve's t-shirts, it still smells of his clean body, my jean shorts are too short to be seen under his too large shirt.  The end of June is bringing a deep heat and humidity in the air.  Steve slumps down beside me, putting his arm around me huffing as he sits on the part of the couch with a spring trying to creep out of the cushion.  It causes unnecessary discomfort, but Steve wants to be close to me.

We have become closer this past year, still not labeling us, it doesn't seem important anymore.  We still keep each other close, still need each other, still crave the others touch, still have desire to not be apart for too long.  I lean my head over on his shoulder and he twists his head to kiss my temple, his now bearded face tickles me and I let out an airy giggle.  He reaches over to grab the remote out of my hand, to click through the channels himself.  

I twist my body and scoot down on the couch so I can lay my head on Steve's lap, stretching my legs to rest and dangle over the armrest.  His arm that was around my shoulder falls to my stomach.  His fingers roam around until they find the hem of his shirt and he slips his hand underneath.  He ghosts his fingers across my skin, traveling further up.  I put my arm up resting my hand across his jawline and brush against his beard.  This has become my favorite feature of the now nomad Steve.  He's beautiful as a clean cut, fresh shaven man.  But he's beyond sexy with his luscious beard and growing locks.  

A strand falls down by his eye and I flick it away.  His fingers brush further up my body and stops at my bra.  "Why do you have that damn thing on?  It's just us here."

"Would you prefer I took it off Captain?"  I smile up at him.

He looks down at me with a crooked smirk.  "Princess, if I didn't want it off your perfect breasts, I wouldn't have said anything."  His fingers slide across my chest gently and stealthily, eyes back to focusing on the TV, when he realizes the clasp is on the front.  His fingers quickly unfasten it and his fingers push it aside and begin slowly fondling my breasts.  We hold this way for several moments.  Him watching nothing at all on the tv, playing with my breasts, causing my nipples to protrude up as chill bumps pull up all over my body.  I continue looking up at him.  He's perfect, and I wish that this was our life, not life on the run constantly in the back of our minds.  

I close my eyes and bite my lip.  Thinking of a different life.  A life where we weren't constantly on edge.  A life where our extended family was together, happy, and thriving.  Steve's hand starts to slip down my stomach, reaching the waist of my shorts and effortlessly unbuttoning them.  He slips his hand under my panties.  I deeply inhale as his hand adds pressure and rubs on my clit.  He lets out a soft moan.  "You're so wet."  I smile and my own hands go under his shirt, lightly using my fingernails to tickle his abs.  This is the simplicity our life should be.  Lazily pleasuring one another.  Taking the time to feel one another, just being comfortable.  Content.

He pulls his fingers out and up to his mouth, sucking each finger slowly, making sure his mouth pops as he removes them.  I pull my body up and straddle his lap.  We stare at one another for a moment.  Taking in each other's appearance.  This...this is pure bliss; I never want it to end.  Slowly we move towards one another until our lips touch.  He places sweet kisses on my lips when our lips meet.  His hands shift to my hips, pulling me closer to his swollen jeans.  He wants me to feel he's aroused, and it works I whimper into his mouth, and he uses his hands to guide a rocking motion on top of him.

I reach down and pull off his shirt, and while his hands are off my hips, he takes the time to remove my own.  He growls when he sees my bra still draped over my back, and I adjust my arms and it falls in front of his feet.  My hands trace along his shoulders and chest.  Committing his body to my memory.  My hands trail down his chest and sides, slipping behind him and pulling his body closer to mine with a jerk.  I feel his mouth smile on my lips.  I'm not as submissive with him as I once was.  He finds my brattiness cute, and it makes me want to be aggressive with him in return.    

He shifts my head to give himself better access to my neck as he kisses and sucks down my neck, collar bone, and shoulder.  He adjusts his hands on my elbows, urging me to move my body up higher, so his mouth can roam down my body, finding a nipple as he begins sucking on one, and teasing the other nipple with his hand.  My head bends back as a, "Captain."  Whispers off my lips.  He changes the sucking to nibbling, approving his pet name whispering out of my mouth.  My mind is hazy as I'm just enjoying Steve's exploration of my body.

"Hey guys we're...woah woah, Charlie, put ya some damn clothes on!"  Sam screams covering his eyes.  My body sinks down and I shove Steve's face into my chest.  Nat steps out from Sam, and she snickers.  "Steve, this is a common room!  You two have a private room for things like this.  Shit, I'm scarred!  Did you have to eat her tit in front of me?"  

Nat cackles holding her sides.  My cheeks are hot and red.  Steve laughs, his shoulders begin shaking as his laugh rumbles down his whole body, and vibrates through my own chest. I nervously laugh.  Unfortunately, instances such as Nat and Sam walking in on us happen more often than I care to admit.  It never ceases to become less embarrassing.  Steve removes his face from my chest and my embarrassment becomes a thing of the past.  His eyes crinkle as he looks at me, his smile and laugh have finally lit up his whole face.  Moments like these are few and far between.  There's a deep sadness that's been growing within Steve, and this moment, seeing my Captain so light hearted and shining makes my heart swell.  

I begin to laugh, bringing my hand up to Steve's face, memorizing how happy he is in this moment.  "I don't know why you three find this so funny.  Of all the damn places you two could be going at it, it's right where we all sit and eat dinner.  What else did you do on that damn couch?  Why am I here?  What is life?"  Sam's agitation only causes us all to laugh even harder.  Tears start streaming down Steve's face because he's laughing so hard.  

My body relaxes on Steve's lap and he picks me up, wrapping my legs around him.  He pushes my body up against his chest, hoping Sam won't get another peak.  Steve stands up and begins carrying me to our room.  "Oh, now you leave.  What's the matter with you two?  You're horny as fuck, like a bunch of damn teenagers.  Do you have sex every fucking day?"

Steve nods turning his back to Sam and Nat.  "That's the plan anyways."  He laughs and walks us in the doorway.  I hear Sam turn on music and continues to turn up the volume, causing Steve to laugh even more.

"Would you stop it?!  It's not like we haven't heard it before."  Nat yells at him, humor still reflecting in her voice.

"Exactly, I can't do it anymore, especially when it happens when I'm trying to sleep.  Charlie, if I hear you scream Captain one more time, I swear I'm going to murder my fucking ear drums."  Sam is still milking this as much as possible.  Drama queen.

"Can you make sure to scream Captain extra loud, princess?"  Steve leans over the bed dropping me down.  I see his face twist, showing his hunger for wanting to fuck me.  I reach down pulling off my shorts and panties in one swoop and watch as Steve unbuttons his jeans, allowing them to fall to his ankles and he removes his boxer briefs before hovering over me.

"You want to put on a show?"  I deviously smile up at him.

He sucks air into his teeth, "You're trouble princess."  He reaches his hand in between my legs.  "Still wet.  Maybe Sam's right, you're always ready for me."  I smile up at him.  He leans back a bit, grabbing his dick and pumping it in his fist before leaning back over me.  "You ready?"  Before I answer he slams himself in me and show or no show I loudly gasp.  He smiles at the effect he had on my body, and mouth.  

My hands roam up his chest and to his biceps, I love the feel of his tight muscles rippling up.  The way his biceps feel as they tense up with every thrust into me, is like a drug, and I enjoy getting my fix. I tickle his arms with my fingernails.  My eyes never leave his face.  He's so sexy, the way his long hair falls onto his face and creates shadows makes my breath hitch.  There is something about this darker Steve.

"Princess if I would have known my appearance would drive you this crazy I would have done this a long time ago."  

I bite my bottom lip and smile up at him, "You're just so fucking sexy over top of me, Captain."

"Now you know how I feel."  His thrusts become more intense causing my eyes to roll back and my head lifts backwards.  "Eyes on me princess, I enjoy watching you when you cum."

My eyes go back to his face, he leans back a bit, "Play with yourself while I fuck you."  My lips twist up with a grin as I slip a hand down, rubbing on my clit.  My fingers split and go beside his dick pumping into me.  I enjoy the feeling of his movements.  He growls down at me and increases his speed.  "You enjoy that princess?"

"Yes Captain."  I breathe out.

He pulls out.  "On your knees."  I comply, flipping my body around.  He moves himself on his knees closer, pushing my legs to the side before entering me from behind aggressively.  He reaches around, cupping my breasts fondling them.  He adds pressure to them pulling me up, as his hands slip to my wrists pulling my arms behind me.  I arch my back as he holds my wrists, rutting in me at an alarming speed.  I feel his hot breath on my neck and it causes chill bumps to rise all on my back.  

His right arm slides up mine before circling my neck.  "You like this don't you princess?"

"Yes Captain."  I call back to him.  He adds more pressure before using his left hand to slip onto my clit.  The man is talented.  He is stimulating my entire body.  I begin to tremble and a whine escapes my mouth.  Steve increases his speed one last time, his grasp around my neck tightens a bit more, I scream out in my orgasm and Steve releases his grasp.  He pulls out of me, pumping his dick before releasing on my back with a moan.  My body collapses on the bed and I feel Steve's panting on my back.

"I HATE YOU TWO!!"  Sam's muffled scream is heard over the music, followed by Nat's boisterous laugh.  "Get it girl!"

I turn my head to the side laughing.  Steve is still panting beside me as he pulls himself off the bed.  He grabs a towel and cleans off my back before dropping his full body weight on my back.  I let out a huff, "Ugh, get off me."

"You like it."

"Not your whole weight."  I wiggle my body around and still don't accomplish anything.  He laughs.  "Steve!  Get off!"  He slowly rolls his body off of my own, and reaches over to pull me to him.

I turn my head to face him and place my head on his chest before picking my arm up and dropping it on his chest, adding more weight than necessary.  "Oomph.  Ok we're even princess."  He kisses my forehead.

"Only when I say we're even."

"You're such a brat."

"And you love it."  I bite his nipple.  

"Ow!"  He giggles, reaching down and pulling up my chin and giving it a playful squeeze.  "Behave, or you'll be punished."  He tries to scowl down at me.

"You don't scare me."  He slaps my thigh hard; I suck a deep breath through my teeth.  I lay on his chest in silence.

"That's what I thought."  He smiles down at me.  I start to interject again, and he slaps me again.  I laugh out.

"Okay Captain, you made your point.  Save that for later."  I wink.

"Steve! Charlie! Get your sweaty asses dressed and let's eat."  Nat screams at us.

I go to move off of Steve before he pulls me back planting a kiss on my lips, "I love you."  He smiles at me.  "I love you, too."  We get off the bed and get ourselves dressed. And walk into our "common room" as Sam calls it.

When Sam sees us enter the living room, he glares at us, and continues eating.  I push Steve over to the couch that Sam has refused to sit on and go make our plates.  I hand his plate to him and sit down beside him.  "You know, it's almost someone's birthday."  I announce.

"No, no, Charlie we don't need to do anything.  All of us being here is enough."  Steve responds through chewing.

"But Steve..."  I whine.

"She's right Steve.  It's exciting.  Exactly how old are you?"  Nat scoffs at him.

"Funny.  No, we don't need to do anything I'm fine."

"We know what Charlie is getting you for your birthday."  Sam says sarcastically.

"Yeah, my pussy."  I wink at him.  Steve rolls his eyes.

"Ugh, I never can escape your two's constant fucking.  I'm going to start going out to get food like I used to."  He throws his head back on the sofa chair he's sitting on.  Drama queen.

"Steve, at least let me make you a cake.  And it's the Fourth of July.  It's yours AND America's birthday."

"The last cake you made was crunchy."  He laughs at me.

"Oh."  I fake being hurt, grabbing at my heart and pouting.  "Nat will help this time.  Maybe we can make a red, white, and blue cake."  I giggle.

"But that's not my favorite."  I look at him wanting him to tell me.  He just smiles.

"Well, what is it?"

"Caramel."

"We can work with that Charlie."  Nat looks over to me.

"All this time with Steve, and you didn't even know what his favorite cake was?"

"Steve was too worried about her cake."  Nat laughs at Sam; he even lets out a laugh.  

When everyone is finished, I stand and gather everyone's plate walking to the sink.  Steve joins me as we create a routine.  I wash and rinse, and he dries and puts them away.  When the last dish is placed up, he stands beside me, wrapping me up in his embrace and gives me a peck on the lips.  I stand on my tip toes and kiss him, our kissing becomes a bit more heated until we hear, "Are you fucking kidding me? Again!  We were supposed to watch a movie, and there you two are.  Get your lips off him Charlie and you both march over here and sit the fuck down, and let's watch our movie, and go to bed...without screaming out princess and captain, please.... Jesus Christ."

I giggle, "We should really cool it.  This apartment is smaller than the last."  Steve nods in agreement, grabbing my hand.  He sits on the couch first, allowing me to sit sideways beside him, draping my legs over his lap.  He pulls my body closer to his.  "What are we watching tonight?"  I ask.  I think it's Sam's night to choose.

"The Fellowship of the Ring."  Sam answers readying the tv.

"Ah, a wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins.  Nor is he early.  He arrives precisely when he means to."  I quote to him.  He looks at me surprised.  "Clint is the 'arrow guy'.  Legolas.  We watched this one a lot.  It's my favorite of the three."

"I prefer The Hobbit.  Well, the book anyways."  Steve tells us.

"Isn't it supposed to be a children's book?"  Nat answers him.

"It was popular when it came out."  Steve responds

"Your age is showing old man."  Sam plops down on the couch beside Steve.

The calming voice of Galadriel comes over the screen telling the story of the rings.  Steve's hand slides on the arm of the couch over towards my arm and he pushes my body closer to his.  I relax my head against his chest.  All four of us together, like a normal family watching Lord of the Rings.

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Steve's POV:

Halfway through the movie I hear Charlie's soft humming snores and know she's asleep.  Nat is barely hanging on but Sam and myself are wide awake.  I've enjoyed the time we've spent here.  Almost feeling like everything's normal.  

My thoughts drift as I look down at Charlie.  Her lips are pursed, left arm lazily laying on my stomach, while her right-hand rests on mine.  She looks so calm and peaceful.  Some nights, most nights aren't like this.  Since we left Wakanda her anxiety has been on high alert.  She deals with it the best she can, but it's caused nightmares and insomnia for her.  Neither have waned much.  I think that's one of the reasons she's so ready for sex.  Hoping that the joy she feels afterward chases away her dreams.  Sometimes it does.  

I feel her body tense under me.  "No."  She whispers.  I move my hand on top of hers and caress it.  "No.  It wasn't him.  Tony, I'm sorry."  Her whispers get louder as Sam looks over.  

"Still having nightmares about them huh?"  Sam's eyes are sad.  I nod my head, keeping my eyes on my Princess.  He knows talking about Tony and Bucky is a touchy subject with Charlie.  She hasn't heard from either of them.  None of us have.

Her body jumps awake and she stares at me with wide eyes, realizing it was a dream.  She returns her head back to my chest.  "I hate this.  I'm sorry."  Sleepiness is laced through her voice.  "Shh.  You're okay.  We're all here, and we're not going anywhere."

"We're not all here."  I place my other arm around her, wrapping as tightly around her as possible.  Letting her know even though there's nothing that I can say to ease her, I will not leave her.  Her breathing steadies and I hear her hums.  My body relaxes.

"Do you think they'll call when Bucky is out of cryo?"  Sam asks.  He doesn't turn to look.  I glance at Nat, her eyes are closed, although that doesn't mean she's asleep.

"I do.  I hope so, for her.  That would be one person to ease her mind.  I think she feels a bit of jealousy towards Peter.  Obviously, Tony is helping the kid.  That once was her."  Sam nods.

A silence settles on the room but the movie and Charlie's soft hums.  "What will it mean for you two?  If Bucky contacts us."  I don't know how to answer Sam, so I sit silently and think.  Charlie and I talked about just going through the motions.  Doing what we feel is right and never labeling us.  We're both ok with that.  This last year being nomads has brought us closer.  But still it's like we've used the other to replace a ghost from the past.  No doubt we love one another, but it's like we've never allowed ourselves to explore a chance at a long life with one another.  I can't deny that she feels a love for Bucky.  It seemed to happen quickly.  Beyond just an attraction towards one another, but they both have a softness when it comes to each other.

"Have you thought about it?"

"Sam, everyone around us always wants to complicate our relationship.  And you never think about how we're good.  We're good doing exactly what we've done for the past year."

"She loves him."  I look at him.  He's not dumb, he knows these nightmares aren't just because the war between the Avengers.  She misses him.  She wants to help him.  "Does it scare you?"  I furrow my brows.  "To think she might want this to end to have a life with him?"

I huff.  I never thought about that.  I've never thought of a life outside of our bubble.  Would Charlie leave me, and all this stop?  The kisses, jokes, sex, cuddles, love...would she sacrifice that to have something real with Bucky?  Does he even want something real with her?  "I never thought about it."

He drops it and we watch the movie in silence.  When it's over I lift Charlie up carrying her to our bedroom.  I lay her on the bed and pull off her shorts, covering her petite body with our blanket before removing my shirt and pants and crawling in bed with her.  Her body wiggles over to mine, and I smile as our body's intertwine together and I drift to sleep.  Charlie doesn't have a nightmare the rest of the night.

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[buckybarnesevents]

Bake the World a Better Place

Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Rated: General Audiences

Tags: Food, Christmas, Soup Kitchens, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Summary:

Bucky offers to help with food at a Brooklyn soup kitchen on Christmas Day

Thank you @ribbonsflyingoutthewindow for your gift of filling this prompt!

You can check out the rest of our prompts and fills at our AO3 Collection here!

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[notanotherpeggycarterblog]

WHORES FOR BUCKY BARNES <3

Bestie why did you choose the only one of those you've co-authored...

JK

So this is from what has become In Another Life which I can link ofc because I love it, but here's a lil sneak peak of chapter 3!

“Look there’s Uncle Dugan’s hat. He owes me a dollar because I said that I was gonna lose my first tooth before Christmas last year, and I did.” Sarah marvels at the display before her, gleefully pointing out the familiar faces.

“Wow, the guys gambling against kids, that’s kinda sad.” Bucky snorts.

Sarah shrugs, “it’s not sad. You bet too, and you promised me a dollar fifty.” 

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[gabby227]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Logan (X-Men) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Tony Stark is Good With Kids, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Established Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Steve owns a Bed and Breakfast, Tony Stark Has Issues, Parent Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers Friendship, Past Tony Stark/Tiberius Stone, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Tony Stark is a good parent, Pansexual Tony Stark, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes & Peter Parker Friendship, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Protective Bucky Barnes, Science Nerd Peter Parker, Precious Peter Parker Summary:

Running from his abusive boyfriend, Tony needs a place to hide out. When he asked Rhodey where he suggested, that's when he found himself in Brooklyn. The Rogers Bed and Breakfast wasn't his type of place to stay, so maybe Tony would be safe here.

But he didn't picture falling in love in the process.

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[stilldani24]

Bad Idea - 6

Bucky Barnes x Reader social media!AU

Description: You’re a new Broadway actress and have been obsessed with the scene since childhood. Newly cast as an extra in Waitress, you’re easily star struck with your costars and their generosity. In more ways than one.

A/N: I know I said that I’d be updating this on Wednesday but I had so many technical difficulties on my end, but here it is!

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[theinfinitybucky]

Little Insecurities

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Trigger warnings: Kidnapping mention for slight backstory

Request: Hello,  I was wondering if you could do a one shot where the reader is dating  Bucky, but isn’t an avenger or anything, like doesn’t now them. And  bucky wants her to meet them cause they’re like family and she’s super  nervous. And then they don’t like her for whatever reason and she  overheard them saying so. But the. A happy ending? Thank you

MASTERLIST

The way you had met Bucky was odd to say the least. You were walking through the subway station in New York City when a group of men attempted to kidnap you. Even now as you thought of what happened, your heart still pounded. The though of the rag over your mouth still terrified you to this very day. You were lucky that time though. Your now, boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, had stopped them from completing the task. 

Before that occurrence, you had never met any Avenger and never planned to. Fate twisted you life the night and brought Bucky into your life. He appeared in the empty station from out of nowhere and threw the men off you like they weighed nothing at all. You were shocked when you realized who he was.

You tried to get him to let you go home by yourself yet this wasn’t his plan at all. He told you that it was possible they drugged you in the process of trying to kidnap you. You both agreed on him walking you home. The night ended up with the exchange of phone numbers so he could “make sure you were okay the next day” even though you both knew it was more than just that. Your relationship seemed to grow from there.

One night when Bucky was over and you were making, he seemed to have something on his mind. He was quieter than usual as you chopped the onions. The man was not the most talkative person on this earth. Tonight was different. He had hardly said a single word since he got there.

“What’s wrong? You’re acting off.” You moved to the next vegetable you were going to chop up. As you reached for the carrots, his hand caught yours. You glanced upward to him to see why he had done that. His eyes were filled with anxiety as they connected with your own. You waited for him to say something as his hands held your own.

“I-.” He sighed to himself before he could get the sentence out. You did not prod him to say anything more. You never did so when he was upset because it seemed that letting him take his own time to tell you what he wanted was more beneficial for both of you. “I want you to meet them.” His voice choked out.

“Them?” Your mind didn’t understand what he meant at first. Before he could answer back to you an understanding resonated in your mind. He meant that he desired for you to meet the Avengers, “Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.” He noticed your understanding as your eyes lost contact with his. The thought of meeting them made you nervous. They were powerful people who had an impact on the world. Your ideals didn’t exactly agree with theirs either.

“I’d love to.” You forced a truly fake smile on your face that you hoped Bucky wouldn’t see straight through. The words came out without sincerity. Bucky seemed to think it was enough that you were agreeing to go. He knew you would not be great buddies with the Avengers because of your differences in ideals. That was fine with him. He did not want you to hold the same ideals as the Avengers. He liked you so much because you didn’t think arson was ever okay regardless of a need for it.

Bucky leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You closed your eyes as anxiety still ran through you. His lips brought some comfort yet it wasn’t enough to throw the nervousness out completely. He pulled back and left his forehead against yours.

“Thank you, Y/N.“ Bucky murmured to you.

The anxiety stayed with you for the next whole week. You couldn’t get the thoughts of how the Avengers would you out of your head. You questioned on how to dress until Bucky came over to your apartment to get you. He was dressed casually so you opted to do the same.

When you arrived at the tower and began to meet the Avengers, something immediately felt off. They were all cold and distant except for Steve. He was the only one that seemed to even want you to be there other than Bucky. The dinner of Italian food was fairly quiet until Tony Stark began to pipe up with questions.

“So Bucky told us that you are a sort of activist?” Tony’s voice came off as interrogative.

“Stark!” Bucky snapped back at the billionaire.

“Um... I guess?” You ignored Bucky’s scolding. “I don’t think that helping people who have been kicked when they are already down is exactly being ‘an activist’... You know?”

“As long as your aren’t aiding and abetting, I suppose.” Stark sighed.

“No, no...” You began frantically. You never did anything of that sort. He was making assumptions. “I don’t-, uh-.” You stuttered with anxiety. You could see Bucky tensing next to you. Stark still didn’t stop the questions.

“So what’s your opinion on violence?” Stark continued down the questioning road.

“I think that it isn’t right and when it escalates-.” You began as Stark raised his eyebrows you retreated into a different stance.  “I just don’t agree with murder regardless of who it is... I mean even evil people still have families who love them.”

The room went silent. No one said anything for the rest of the dinner. You had obviously, and mistakenly, taken a stab at every single one of the people at the table. You had expected more of a push back from what you said as you pondered your thoughts through the silence. No refrain was given which is what was upsetting you most.

You went to the bathroom to recollect yourself after the dinner ended. After you wiped off your tears and controlled your feelings, you went back out into the hallway. You heard the hushed voices coming from the dining room. You stayed back for a second because you were worried about what they were saying. You didn’t mean to hear the words said. If you had known what you would hear from them, you wouldn’t have listened in.

“You don’t like her, do you?” Bucky’s voice echoed down the hall.

“No, I like her. I just think she isn’t the one for you. She has some interesting morals.” A female voice spoke. You identified it as Natasha a moment later. You knew that she was lying when she said that she liked you. That was only a cover for her next words. You decided that you did not want to hear anymore comments about yourself and walked back into the dining room.

“Hey, uh, I have some work to do at home that I didn’t finish today. Could you take me back, Buck?” You lied straight through your teeth. Anxiety was beginning to fill your chest again. You could feel your heart quivering as its rate increased.

The car ride back was silent and you weren’t sure if it was because Bucky did not have anything to say, if he agreed with Natasha, or if you had said to much. The swirling thoughts in your head did not stop. He pulled the car up into a space below your apartment complex. Just as you were about to get out of the car he reached over you and pulled the door closed. You did not say anything to the action nor did you make eye contact with him.

“You heard what they said, didn’t you?” Bucky released a sigh.

“Um, yeah...” You trailed off because you were unsure of what else to say. You did not know how to respond to the Avengers dislike of you.

“I don’t care what they think, Y/N. I love you because you are different from them. If I wanted someone like them, do you think I would be here right now?” His eyes caught your own. He wasn’t lying. You could tell by the worry his blue orbs held. He did not want to lose you. He never expected the night to go like it had. If he knew that was how it was going to turn out, he never would have put you through the pain. “I love you, Y/N. They could never change that.”

He pulled you into a kiss over the center console of the car. While you still were unsure of everything that had happened, you knew he was telling the truth. That was enough.

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[aegir-emblem]

New fic alert!!

Y’all I have a new fic out!! It’s a Marvel one, a Stucky one, and yes - a Winter Soldier one. I don’t write angst often but damn if I couldn’t get those trigger words outta my head.

In this fic, entitled “Ten” (original, I know, hold your applause), I’m placing some memory, flashback, or some sort of additional meaning to each of the Ten words aside from their canon conditioning.

Basically, it’s me indulging a little concentrated amount of a couple Feelings into the process of Bucky being activated into the Winter Solider.

You can read it HERE on AO3, and I may post it on my writing Tumblr later on, @juggled-muse !!

It would mean a lot if y’all could check it out, despite it being purely self-indulgent and kinda just me rambling into the void through Bucky’s convoluted HYDRA brain.

Give it a look-see! Here’s a little preview!!

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