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.⋆｡What I Cannot Give You｡⋆.

Steve Rogers x plus size reader

After sleeping with your boyfriend for the second time, you find out that he’s never cum with you- but his ex says that he always did with her

Warnings: smut, angst, insecurities, feelings of inadequacy, misunderstanding, inability to finish (on Steve’s end), ooc!Sharon, mentions of diets, comfort

WC: 2.3k

Minors DNI

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“Alright, what’s going on?” Numbly, you looked up from your cold cup of tea to meet the piercing green eyes of your best friend. Natasha was almost glaring at you as she stood with her hands on her slim hips, quite obviously having been watching you for some time.

You swallowed thickly. “Nothing, nothing’s wrong.” Her scowl deepened.

“That’s not what I asked now was it?” Your stomach flipped and you squeezed the teacup even tighter. “But now that you’ve said that, what’s wrong? And don’t you dare lie to me, I’ll know.” 

You should’ve known that Nat would spot your unease from a mile away, you should’ve just stayed in your room. But the need for food and a distraction from your thoughts had been too great of a temptation. Your vision blurred with tears as you pitifully shook your head. 

Suddenly, all the exasperation was gone from her expression and she was kneeling before you, one hand on your knee, the other on the arm of the couch. “Hey, hey don’t cry.” You whimpered loudly, now unable to stop the onslaught of emotions.

“It- it’s fine. Everything’s fine.” With a free hand, you furiously wiped away the fat tears that were now rolling down your full cheeks. Natasha sighed heavily and pulled the cup from you, placing it on the coffee table behind her.

“Was it that commercial about the cat and the raccoon again?” She teased though her tone still held some strain of wariness. 

“No.” You groaned tearfully, making Nat smile warmly at you.

“Then it can’t be so bad can it?” Moving gracefully, she plopped down on the couch cushion next to you, taking your shaking hands into her steady ones. “Did something happen with Steve?” The watery look you gave her in return was all the answer she needed.

“Stevie!” You cried, your head tossed back in pleasure. It was overwhelming, overpowering, it was everything. The man above you groaned as you tightened around him once more, practically strangling his cock with the force of your orgasm.

Your nails scraped down his muscular back, leaving behind bright red lines that would disappear before dawn even broke the horizon. “Feels so good!” Your sobs echoed through the room along with the wet slapping of skin as his hips met yours.

Blonde hair brushed against your nose as Steve buried his face into your neck, lathering your burning skin with even hotter kisses. “That’s it doll, one more time for me please.” And as the fat head of his cock hit that spongy bundle of nerves inside you, you obliged him. Though less powerful than your previous three, your soft body still tensed with ecstasy and your mind went hazy.

“Good girl, my good girl.” Steve muttered softly, laying one last gentle peck to your shoulder before he pulled himself away from you. “Did you have a good time?”

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “I can’t feel anything below my hips, does that answer your question?” He chuckled and kissed the tip of your nose.

“Alright, no need to be smart about it.” As gently as he could manage, Steve sat back on his haunches and slowly pulled out of you. You whined at the sudden emptiness of your cunt and the soreness that came along from having his massively thick length inside of you.

But there was no other sensation after that, no telltale feeling of cum inside of you or drying on your thick thighs. Furrowing your eyebrows, you looked at your boyfriend. “Did you finish?” The question came out more shaky than you intended but Steve seemingly didn’t notice.

“No but you did and that’s all that matters.” He dismissed as he stood up from the mattress. You sat up on your elbows, not done with the conversation just yet.

“That’s the second time it’s happened and we’ve only had sex twice.” You pointed out but Steve just sighed.

“It’s fine, it happens sometimes. I’m just happy that you felt good. That’s more than enough for me. Now stay there so I can clean you up.” And as he walked to the attached bathroom, your heart sank and a pit began to grow in your stomach.

“Stevie.” You started but quickly stopped as his blue eyes bore into you. Rage oozed from them like lava, stunning you into silence.

“That’s enough. I told you it’s fine, I won’t be having this conversation again.” With tensed shoulders and clenched fists, he left the room leaving you lost and feeling far more empty than ever before.

“Okay so he didn’t finish but you did. I see no problem with that, it would be the opposite for most guys.” Nat shrugged, a lean arm around your shoulders as she continued to comfort you despite her apparently dismissal of the whole thing.

You huffed, now more frustrated than distraught. “That’s not the point.” You tried to yank away but she held strong, easily pinning you back down onto the couch.

“Then what is?” She implored.

“That I’m not enough for him!” You cried. “That I’m not pretty enough or good enough in bed to even get him to cum! There has to be something wrong with me and he’ll figure that out soon enough and leave me.” Fear and sadness filled your heart as you spilled out your deepest fears to your best friend who was now stunned unto silence.

“He’ll find someone better, just like everyone else did.” You bit down on your lip as more tears rose to the surface. 

“Pcholka-“ She started but was quickly interrupted by another person strutting into the communal living area.

Sharon Carter, the very personification of everything that you wished you could be, was smirking devilishly as she strolled past you and Natasha, apparently heading for the kitchen. You held your breath as she gracefully walked by, her high heels (which weren’t needed for her job) clacked against the expensive flooring. 

“Don’t mind me ladies, just getting myself a protein shake. This new diet is a killer I tell ya but it’s so worth it.” Her smirk made you shrink into yourself but Natasha’s firm grip kept you from escaping. 

An uncomfortable silence settled over the room as Sharon flitted about the kitchen. Until she finally began her walk back out. You breathed a sigh of relief as she passed by the couch once more but right as she reached the door frame, she turned back and made eye-contact with you.

“Oh Steve always finished with me.” Your eyes went wide with shock. Sure there had been rumours that your boyfriend and the CIA agent had been involved but nothing more ever came out of it so you always just dismissed it as office gossip, until now. “Every. Time.” She said, rubbing even more salt in your already wounded ego.

“No one fucking asked you Sharon. In fact, why are you even here, weren’t you reassigned because of your fuckup in Bosnia?” Natasha snarled, her eyes narrowing on the other agent. She twisted her body around, giving you the opportunity to rip from her grasp and make a run for it.

Nat called out your name but all you could focus on was the way that Sharon smirked at you, her bright eyes alight with an evil plan and you wouldn’t be sticking around to watch it play out, not when you knew that she would be successful.

——————

Being the completely understanding and perfect boyfriend he was, Steve could be easily avoided with a simple text that you weren’t feeling well and needed some alone time. He would always ask if you needed anything and you could tell that he was curious as to why you weren’t letting him come take care of you but he respected you too much to pry any deeper.

Natasha hadn’t been so easy to avoid but your stubbornness won out over hers so she had left you alone, just like you wanted. It was easier being alone with your thoughts than having her try to convince you that what you were feeling was stupid and a total misunderstanding.

Groaning, you threw your phone across the bed. The screen was still bright with the Cosmopolitan article about ’10 Tips and Tricks to Make Him Go Crazy For You’, all of which seemed very expensive in the case of toys and lingerie or positions that you were not nearly flexible enough to pull off.

Maybe it was hopeless, you already knew that you weren’t good enough for him so what did it matter if you couldn’t get him off. You were barely even together in the first place, it wasn’t as if you were already in love with him and breaking up would devastate you.

You rolled over onto your side and curled into the pillow that miraculously still smelt like him, squeezing it tightly to your chest. This feeling was familiar, the drop of your stomach, the stutter of your heart like you were at the precipice of a cliff and unable to stop moving forward. 

And all you could think about was the disgust and the anger in Steve’s eyes that night. It was like in that moment he also figured out how one-sided the relationship was and he hated you for it.

“Doll, I know you’re in there.” Your body snapped up, your muscles pulled taut with anxiety. “You don’t have to open the door, I just want to know if you’re ok. Nat said you were having a tough time.” 

“I’m fine Steve, just having a moment.” You tried to dismiss but the dry crack of your voice had him opening your door and slipping inside. 

In the dim light of your bedroom, Steve’s figure was imposing, his sheer size creating a void in the space. Your heartbeat pounded loudly in your ears as he gently shut the door behind him. “You only ever call me Steve when something’s wrong.” His steps were featherlight as he cautiously crept closer.

“Steve-“ 

“See, there it is again. I’m your Stevie not Steve.” He whined playfully, making a ghost of a smile dance across your lips. The mattress dipped under the weight of one of his hands as he planted it by your wide hips, giving you enough space to be respectful but close enough that you could feel the heat of his skin through your pyjamas.

He leaned closer as if going in for a kiss but you stopped him with a hand to his strong chest. He paused for barely a second before he pulled your hand away and brought it up to his lips. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Your eyes dropped to your lap, you could guess what was coming next. ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ or ‘I just think we’re better off as friends’. But instead of the breakup you thought was going to happen, Steve hooked a finger under your chin and guided your gaze back to him.

“Is this about the other night? I told you that you didn’t have to worry about that.” He tutted as his thumb gently caressed your jaw. You hesitated nuzzling into his touch, still too hurt to want that comfort.

“But why would you even be with me if I can’t make you feel good?” As soon as the words slipped from your mouth, you regretted them. Steve’s expression turned stormy and suddenly, his grip became tighter until your jaw ached from the force of it.

You could see the way the vein in his neck twitched as an angry flush crawled up his cheeks. You knew he wanted to yell, to lash out at you but he quickly swallowed down his anger, taking a deep breath before he spoke again.

“You do make me feel good. You make me feel amazing, both in and out of the bedroom. You’re gorgeous doll, and smart and funny and caring. I’m with you because of that, not because I want to just get off. I get pleasure from your pleasure.” He cooed, leaning forward to rest his forehead against your own.

His breath fanned across your lips as his other hand finally cupped your hip beneath your oversized shirt. “Sharon told me that you always finished with her.” You whispered, your fingers curling into the compression shirt he wore.

His pecs rippled with your touch, his heartbeat strong beneath your palms. “I can’t cum, doll. Or at least I can’t anymore.” Taking a shaky breath, he continued.

“I don’t think I’ve cum since before the serum.” His voice was soft, ashamed. His broad shoulders dropped as he finally admitted the truth. “It did something to me that no one has been able to figure out yet but we’re getting closer.”

“But Sharon-“

“I faked it with her. Every time.” At your puzzled expression, Steve smiled softly. “I always wore condoms so she couldn’t tell and besides, it was only a couple times before you were even around. I haven’t thought about her since the moment you walked into the tower on your first day.”

Only now did you melt into his hold, letting him pull you closer as he endeavoured to comfort you. “You’re all I want, all I need. I promise.” 

“Really?” You whispered, your lips drawing closer to his. The corners of his eyes scrunched as he smiled back at you.

“Really. As long as you don’t mind that I can’t fill you up with my cum, mark you from the inside out.” He growled playfully. Heat rushed to your cheeks at the dirty talk, your mind now filled with images of just that.

“Stevie!” You yelped but was cut off by his lips pressing against yours. Your heart skipped a beat as he held you tighter, the kiss quickly becoming far more passionate.

“That’s my good girl.” 

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Not My Type

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2,329 Masterlist Part 2

Summary: Bucky is dumb.

Warnings: Fatphobia.

A/N: something short, sweet and simple because I’m starting to feel guilty about not posting 😭

Steve watched, as his friend searched around the club with his eyes. He could assume Bucky was just waiting on the rest of their coworkers to get there, but he knew better. “She’ll get here soon enough, relax.”. Steve leans his back against the booth and takes a long drink of his beer. “Who?” Bucky asks, unconvincingly.

“Y/N.” He says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Bucky scrunches up his face “As if, man.” He ignores the look of disbelief Steve gives him. “Why deny it? I’ve caught you staring her down more times than I can count.”. Steve stands up and waves to signal Natasha to where they sat. “There’s nothing to deny, she’s not my type, leave it there so no one’s feelings get hurt, okay?” Bucky puts the bottle to his lips to shush himself when he sees you approach the booth.

“You guys look.” Steve’s speechless as he takes in the silk nighties the girls adorned. They all wore semi matching babydoll dresses. Color coded fishnets and heeled slippers adorned their long legs. Their hair was high and teased, makeup adding to the sultry bedtime look they were going for.

“You’re gonna catch flies.” Wanda remarks, leaving to find Vision having the time of his life with the DJ. Steve’s reaction to their costumes did nothing to calm your nerves. You went with the housewife costume too. Just a different approach entirely. Your hair sat in victory rolls atop your head, a thick stack of curls laying on your shoulders, a knee length dress with three quartered sleeves covered you. You’re painted your eyebrows on thinly, just to over line your lips, filling them in with your favorite red Mac lipstick. You were the most modest in your costume, but the most accurate.

You couldn’t wear a see through nightgown to the club. You would die of embarrassment, your rolls would be everywhere. At least in this thick cotton dress, no one could see the layers of shape wear you wore. You slid into the booth and sat beside Steve, getting sandwiched in when Sam finally arrives, late with no costume. “What took you so long, huh khakis?” You tease him, feeling nothing but comfort in his presence.

“You ever had to tell a 10 year old his idea isn’t good enough.” He laughs, “, You should go as yourself Unc!” He recalls the boys words over the phone. “Oh, of course, looks like a superhero to me!” You giggle, loving the thought of his nephews building up his self esteem. He was new to the team, no super strength or speed. Just courage, you admired Sam.

You finally take the chance to look around the booth. Steve wore his vintage Captain America suit, claiming it still fits like a glove. Bucky didn’t wear a costume, just his regular black t-shirt and leather jacket, no effort, even for Halloween. It helped Sam not look so out of place, so you just rolled your eyes at him. He tried way to hard to act like he didn’t care about anything, or anyone. You hate people like that, too self absorbed to carry on a conversation with someone who doesn’t benefit them.

You had been on the wrong side of his attitude before. Bumbling up to him after your first meeting. Stretching out your hand for a shake, he barely touched your hand as he shook your fingers, nodding at you with a curt “Welcome.” You didn’t think much of it till he sat beside Yelena, who got recruited the same day as you, and sparked up a lively conversation with her, telling her if she needs anything at the compound to come ask him. That was the first time Bucky hurt your feelings, and it wouldn’t be the last.

“Y/N!” Someone yells at you from the dance floor. It’s Yelena dancing alone, “You promised me a dance.” She says, holding her arms out for you. You nudge Sam on the shoulder and do the most embarrassing scoot out of the booth you could imagine. Your dress rode up in the time you’d been sitting there, causing your thighs to stick to the old leather. Your face grimaces and you peel your skin away, hoping no one noticed.

“I’m on the dance floor, as promised.” You say, holding her hands while she dances on you. “You’re gonna need to do more than stand there if you want him to notice you.” She remarks, not skipping a beat. Yelena knew you too well, she knew you picked the 40s for a reason, not going with their free spirit 60s slumber get up.

Giving her a wide eyed look, as if he heard over the thumping music. “We both know I have no rhythm, stop that.” You giggle when she presses her back against you and slides down into a squat. She goes behind you and grabs your hips, forcing you against her chest. She grinds you into her pelvis, using her hands to guide your hips in sync with hers. You never moved that way before, and the sensuality of it had your heart racing. Yelena could be anyone, tightly holding on to you, you closed your eyes and threw your head back on her shoulder, just to imagine it was him for a moment.

You feel Yelena’s lips tickle your ear and she’s whispering “Look who can’t take their eyes off of you.” You tilt your head down and open your eyes to lock them with Bucky’s. He looks angry, like you pissed in his cheerios. You turn your body around to face Yelena, “I think he’s upset I’m blocking his view from you.”. That causes her to laugh out loud, grabbing your shoulders to shake you. “You’re mad woman! Look at what’s right in front of you.”. You laugh and look behind you to see Bucky staring down his beer now, instead of you.

“Yelena, I don’t know how to put this, he probably doesn’t even go for girls like me, skinny blonde seems more his type. You, you seem more his type.” You plead with her. She just shakes her head, “He doesn’t like me, I promise, Y/N.” You nod your head, trusting the closest friend you had.

•••••••

You make your way to the bar, grabbing a drink to cool yourself off. You’re walking back to the booth to get off your feet when you overhear Steve and Bucky’s conversation.

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“You look like a helpless puppy, just make your move.”

“As if I’d need to, she’s probably never had male attention, that’s too easy.”

“Just admit that you’re afraid of rejection.”

“From her? Never in a million years would fatty have a chance. Like I said she’s obviously not my type.”. Bucky instantly regretted the words as they came out of his mouth, he didn’t mean it. But Steve wouldn’t stop accusing him of having a crush on you.

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but you push them down. You knew better, Yelena didn’t, you shouldn’t have let her give you false hope. You choke down your pride and turn the corner, sliding into the booth as if nothing happened. “I think this is my last drink guys, I’m getting tired, and winter training starts tomorrow.”.

An echo of ‘boos’ and a “noooo why.” Almost tempt you to stay. But you know you’re not wanted here, by the one person that mattered. Steve catches your attention, “Are you sure? The nights still young.” He wiggles his brows. You give him a tight lipped smile, knowing he tried to get Bucky to make a move.

“Yeah, there’s really not much for me here. I came for Natasha.” He nods, giving Bucky a death glare. You finish your drink and when you stand up the previous shots you had with Wanda hit you. You quickly sit back down, grabbing the table for stability. “Are you alright?” Steve rests his hand on your lower back, scooting closer to you.

You shake your head, not being able to form words. You think you’d faint if you didn’t focus on breathing. “Let me help you home.” He can see the unsure expression on your face. “Wouldn’t be respecting the suit if I didn’t make sure you got home safe.”. With that he convinced you.

When the cold October air hits your face, it sobers you a little bit, taking away the dizzy feeling, leaving you with a thumping head. Steve takes a few minutes to join you outside, you left him in a heated whisper match with Bucky.

You’re leaned against the side of the building when he finds you. “Ready to go?” He offers you his arm but you shake your head. “No need to be such a gentleman, it’s just me.” You say, knowing he’s doing it just to be nice.

Steve cocks his head to the side. “Why shouldn’t I be a gentleman towards you?” He asks. You press your pounding head against the brick wall, closing your eyes to think of the right words. “The only reason a guy needs to be a gentleman is for good impressions. I highly doubt you feel a need to impress me.”.

He scoffs at you, “What gives you the impression that you’re not worth impressing?”. Even though you were tipsy, Bucky’s words seared your frontal lobe. You suddenly are at a loss for words. How do you tell him you were eavesdropping on their conversation.

“I just don’t get much male attention I guess.” You let him in, his eyes widen in realization that you heard Bucky’s harsh words. “I’m sorry about him, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” He says, stepping closer to you. You roll your eyes at him.

“No, he knew exactly what he was talking about. Fatty is no one’s type. No one looks at me and thinks “woah, the most beautiful woman in the world just walked in the room”.” You push yourself off the wall. “I understand that you wouldn’t get that, since you’re so perfect Steve. Women lay down at your feet, your options are endless. But not for someone like me.”.

Steve’s face had turned into a stone. His jaw clenched tightly. He let you vent out your frustrations. “The way you looked at the girls, the way half the club looked at the girls, I’ll never have that.”. You look at your feet and notice him take a step closer to you. You look up to see your faces not too far apart.

“I was looking at you too.” He reaches out, letting his hands hover over your waist. He rests them on your hips when your don’t push him away. “I don’t care what he said, he’s just insecure, he can’t admit that he thinks you’re hot.” You scoff at him this time.

“Steve whatever you’re doing, I get the whole nice guy thing. But just stop.” You say, pressing your hand against his chest. The thin polyester did nothing to conceal his smooth muscles. You feel him squeeze your sides tighter, his thumbs pressing into your belly. “He doesn’t speak for me.”.

You look into his dark eyes. “What are you saying?”. You’d never even humored yourself by considering Steve. You now had to rethink every encounter you ever had with him. “Forget him, let me show you how a real man appreciates a woman.”

He slides his hands down, letting them grasp as much of your ass that could fit in them. You gasp, he wasn’t afraid of your body, he knows what it has to offer. Judging by the way he gripped on to your ass like his life depended on it, he liked it.

“What if someone sees?” You say, pushing his hands off of you. He replaces them “I’m not afraid, why are you?” He leans down, connecting your lips, you’re frozen for a moment. How do you kiss him back? Before you could find out you feel a hand on your shoulder, ripping you away from Steve.

“What are you doing?” Bucky is talking to his friend, ignoring your existence. “Excuse me, we were in the middle of something.” Steve steps between you and Bucky. “You shouldn’t be out here hooking up with a random coworker.” Bucky says, trying to convince himself.

“Y/N isn’t a random coworker, Jesus Bucky, what’s your problem?” Steve asks, letting his anger show. He knew what he was doing, if Bucky wouldn’t admit it on his own, jealousy would work just fine. Bucky balls up his fists at his side “You know what my problem is.”.

You’re staring at Steve’s back, you don’t know what Bucky’s talking about. Is he so repulsed by a plus size woman, he doesn’t even want his friend with one? You were done, you’d never done anything to Bucky besides exist. He had an imaginary problem with you.

You stepped around Steve, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You don’t know where the boost of confidence came from, probably Steve’s lips and hand placement. You look Bucky up and down, truly taking him in.

He was perfect, and he knew it. It was starting to disgust you. “Just because ‘fattys’ like me have no chance with you, doesn’t mean that I’m not worthy of another man being attracted to me.” You take a step back, pressing yourself against Steve. Just to show Bucky, you meant business.

Basing it off of the hard indentation on the front of Steve’s spandex, he liked watching you tell Bucky off. You turn your body around to face him, throwing a look over your shoulder at Bucky, “Take me home Stevie.” You sing song in his ear.

A smirk falls on his lips, “Let’s do that princess.” He says while leading you out of the alley. Bucky is stuck in place, having an internal war with himself, that you weren’t gonna stick around for.

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"Kinks Shirt"

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe | Captain America

Pairings: Steve Rogers | Captain America/Plus-Size Female Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None. (❁´◡`❁)

Tags: Humor, Naked Female Clothed Male, Large Breasts, Fat Reader, Sharing Clothes, Nipple Play, Play Fighting, Penis In Vagina Sex, Secrets, Humor, Steve Rogers is a Brat, Clothing Kink

Author's Notes: This title is loosely inspired by the song "Kinks Shirt" by Matt Nathanson.

Read it on AO3 here!

Summary: Steve loves you. If he didn't-- why else would he let you wear all his loose tank tops to bed? Surely he had no other motivations besides his burning love for you... and his boob fetish.

For the most part, Steve has remained fairly indifferent to your breasts, however, after an impromptu night out drinking with Tony and Pepper a few weeks back, you stayed the night at his place and ended up borrowing one of his shirts to sleep in. It was one of his old over sized US Army fatigues that he ended up cutting the sleeves and the neck out to work out in. Pretty pissed, he scolded you a bit for messing his well organized drawers during your drunkenness-- that was until he saw you with the shirt on, then promptly jacked off to the memory of you in the bathroom while you slept. After that, he slowly started modifying all of his over-sized t-shirts just in case you wanted to stay the night again.

It was just before bed as you two laid together. Steve sat against the headboard reading, tucked under his comforter like a 1950s sitcom husband and you laid on your side, phone resting just a few inches above your face, waiting to slip from your hands and meet its impending doom.

Steve looked up from his book for a moment, studying you as he shifted to a more reclined position. You seemed to be actively involved with whatever you were doing, probably playing some puzzle game or organizing the shopping list-- things you did every night before bed.

He leaned his head on his hand, thumbing back to his page before you rested your arm above your head revealing the wholeness of your side rolls and the top of your breasts, slightly jiggling as you adjusted your body into a more comfortable position.

You weren't aware of Steve's breast fetish-- you'd only been dating for 3 months, and in that time, you only managed to fuck around probably 5 times due to conflicts in your schedules.

For the most part, Steve has remained fairly indifferent to your breasts, however, after an impromptu night out drinking with Tony and Pepper a few weeks back, you stayed the night at his place and ended up borrowing one of his shirts to sleep in. It was one of his old over sized US Army fatigues that he ended up cutting the sleeves and the neck out to work out in.

Pretty pissed, he scolded you a bit for messing his well organized drawers during your drunkenness-- that was until he saw you with the shirt on, then promptly jacked off to the memory of you in the bathroom while you slept. After that, he slowly started modifying all of his over-sized t-shirts just in case you wanted to stay the night again.

"Why don't you just buy me some tank tops instead?" You asked one night. But Steve thinks you wearing his old clothes gives them purpose-- and that purpose is showing off your big tits.

"How can you call yourself a red blooded American if you didn't like tits?" Steve thought to himself. "Soft, luxurious mounds of all different shapes and sizes and a unique bud accenting each--" "What are you doing?" You asked, staring dead eyed into your phone, catching him off guard.

"Hm?-- Oh, just reading."

"You haven't flipped pages in a while."

He smiled. "I was pondering something. Does your generation still use that word? Pondering?"

You sighed, "No Steve, we burned all the books of old in 1951 and now we all just communicate telepathically." Steve chuckled, shutting his book.

"But since we're pointing out age differences, you're technically a cradle robber." "--Hey, I don't look a day over 35 and you know it. Now, no more toys. It's time to go to bed." He snatched the phone from your hands to which you promptly reached to grab it back.

"Hey! Give that back." He laughed, holding the phone to his chest before flipping onto his stomach. "Oh my god Steve at least lock it first." You reached underneath the heavy blanket in an attempt to retrieve it.

"I don't know what you're talking about, is there a padlock on it?" He laughed innocently. "Stop it, Steve you're not even that old!" "So you admit it." He bragged, proudly leaning his head on his wrist as he flipped onto his side to face you.

"My phone, Steve?" You laughed. He dug around behind him, before waving the device. "You mean this? Oh-- What's this? Your Google Chrome history?"

You gasped, you had no idea Steve even knew how the internet worked, let alone browser history.

Before you could grab for it he reached over and flipped the light off on the night stand beside him, casting the room in darkness.

"Oh my god-- Steve stop!" You crawled over him, eagerly grabbing for your phone but he was too quick, rolling onto his side and reading aloud from the screen. "BDSM Test Results? Hmmm, that sounds interesting. Maybe we should click on it?" You screamed, grabbing hold of the phone raised above his head, desperately trying to hold onto it as he sat up gaining more leverage on it.

"Alright, alright, I give." He chuckled, and just as he hit the lock button, the phone flew from both your hands, clattering to the floor nearby.

"It just slipped out-- I'm sorry." He sputtered, reaching over and flicking on the lamp. The light gleamed on to reveal you straddling his waist, bonnet askew, one heavy breast hanging out the side of your tank top, completely oblivious.

Sweet cheese and rice he loved that shirt.

"There it is." You hopped off the bed and quickly picked it up, inspecting the screen for damage. Had it not been for your absent mindedness, you might've noticed the redness creeping up Steve's cheeks as you climbed back into bed.

"Not even a super soldier can destroy this thing, huh?" You chuckled, setting your phone on the nightstand beside you before adjusting your breasts back into your shirt. He laughed nervously. "Yeah, I guess not."

You climbed under the comforter, lying on your side before Steve turned off the lamp, spooning in behind you, settling for wrapping an arm arm around your waist. Your stomach rose and fell as you breathed evenly, and his heart raced as his Adam's apple bobbed.

You shifted for a moment, turning over to kiss his forehead and whisper. "Good night, Steve." As you turned back, his hand slipped into your shirt and his fingertips felt electric as they grazed beneath, along your side. "Good night." He whispered, closing his eyes, eager to find some rest from the image of your breasts that wracked no pun intended his thoughts every night you spent together.

Steve felt like a creepy teenager trying to get to second base, but he couldn't help himself. Something about the way your tits looked in his shirts made him wonder if he had some sort of obsession or fetish. "But, by that logic, we should all have a boob fetish then, right?"

Suddenly you inhaled sharply, snapping him from his sordid thoughts. "What's wrong?" He whispered. "You're pitching a tent against my ass right now, Steve." He blinked, totally misinterpreting you before he realized and pulled a pillow from behind his head to stuff between you two. You laughed, now fully awake as he stewed in his embarrassment.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh." You chuckled. "It's fine. Happens to the best of us." There was an unusual silence between you two before you suggested. "We could do something about it..." "Just go to sleep. I'll take care of it." He whispered, promptly kicking off the weighty comforter. He didn't realized how hot and bothered he'd gotten under there until he reached down to knead his cock and found himself already semi hard.

"Are you sure you don't want me to...?" He sat up in thought for a moment before ultimately giving in and nudging closer to you, grabbing your hand and guiding it beneath his waistband to his cock. As you began stroking, he kissed across your shoulder.

"Just like that." He sighed, his hand grazed down your arm before he slid into your shirt to begin caressing at your breasts. You let out a quiet gasp, his palms ghosting your pliant nipples as he grinded into your loose grip, eyes straining to make out your form in the dark. Steve began kneading your breasts as you hastened your strokes, your body felt ultra sensitive as he teased at your front with increasing vigor.

"You like playing with my tits?" You cooed to which he exhaled something like a mix between a growl and a "Mhm." His gentle fondling soon escalated to good grips and rough kneading. You whined quietly, your free hand rubbing between your legs to quell the growing tension. "F-Steve, fuck me, please?" He kissed your neck, pulling down your panties and raising your leg into the air so he could spread your lips and slide inside you.

He thrust erratically, pulling you smacking into his hips, gripping your shirt so tight you could hear the fabric ripping down the side. Steve panted through his teeth, his breath hot against your neck as he grunted through every stroke. You trembled, rubbing your clit as Steve fucked in and out of you. You both held your breath-- fervent smacking of flesh filling the room before you grabbed the nearest pillow, screaming into it as you came.

Steve pulled out, cursing as he straddled your waist, scrambling with your shirt before ripping it in its entirety so he could paw at your chest while he finished. "Shit-- I'm gonna cum-- I'm gonna cum on your tits." He moaned, hips thrusting into his fist as cum dribbled out of his tip to your breasts and down your stomach. "GOD-- bless." He panted, quick to correct himself.

You giggled as he collapsed onto his side, rolling over to flick on the lamp. You laid on your back, shirt ripped entirely up its left side, your breasts decorated with gleams of semen.

"You've never said ‘tits’ a day in your life have you?"

He sighed into a chuckle. "Nope." And you both joined in laughter.

"Do you need a towel?"

"Nah, I'll just use this old t-shirt."

You came downstairs to find Steve sitting at the kitchen table, his shirt and hair wet with sweat from his morning run.

"Good morning." He tipped his glass of chocolate milk before taking a long sip, sliding an empty glass and the carton across the table toward you. "Why didn't you tell me you had a boob fetish?" He sputtered, coughing up milk he'd inhaled before clutching his chest defensively. "Wh-- I-- it's not that serious-- I mean, they're great. But if-- from my perspective, if everyone you know likes boobs, could you really call what I have a fetish?"

You scoot your chair in against the table, humming sing-songy as you parted your robe to reveal the tops of your breasts, sporting dark bruises. "This looks sorta like a fetish to me, don't you think?" He swallowed hard, looking away for fear you'd see his blush crawl down his neck. "That's what I thought." You chimed.

You leaned over the table, reaching for the carton, your breasts drooping, threatening to slip from your robe in an almost tantalizing way. He bit his lip, glancing between your breasts and his glass, nerves tickling his stomach as his cool, damp shirt clung to the arch of his back.

"Maybe you should call out of work today."

"Yeah?" You met his fiery gaze and smirked, milk slowly filling your glass.

He grabbed the carton from your grasp, gently setting it on the table beside him.

"Yeah."

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Hiii, I was wondering if you could do something with Steve or Bucky (or both) with a s/o that is mid/plus sized and is really insecure about her weight. Maybe she’s seen a news article or podcast saying that they deserve a skinny model or something like that and then they give her all the reassurance because they love her body more than anything (because you can’t tell me they wouldn’t love picking their partner up with their super soldier strength) can be fluff or nsfw it’s up to you <3

Beautiful Inside and Outside » Steve Rogers/Captain America and Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Plus Sized/Girlfriend!Female Reader x Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes

Summary: Steve and Bucky tell you and show you how beautiful you are.

Warnings: Fluff, implied Smut (18+), language, insecurities, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request @scoulson 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You were scrolling through your phone when you came across an article about how men deserve women who are skinny and/or models, specifically mean like Steve and Bucky. You couldn’t help but let what the article says get to you. It makes you wonder what Steve and Bucky are with you. You’re not exactly skinny or a model. Your eyes teared up and you started sobbing quietly. You didn’t even notice your boyfriends walk in the bedroom.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Steve asks.

“What’s got our doll upset?” Bucky asks.

Steve and Bucky sat down on either side of you on the bed.

“I’m not pretty.” You say.

“Don’t say that. You are pretty.” Bucky says softly.

“No I’m not.” You say.

“What’s making you feel this way, honey?” Steve asks softly.

“I read an article that men like you guys deserve a woman who’s skinny and/or a model.” You say.

You showed them the article. They read it and think everything about it is untrue.

“Forget what that damn thing says. You are beautiful.” Bucky says.

“But I’m not.” You say.

Steve and Bucky exchanged looks before standing up.

“C’mere.” Steve says softly.

You got off the bed and they lead you to the full body mirror that’s at the end of the bed in your guys’ shared bedroom.

“Take your clothes off.” Bucky says.

“Why?” You asked.

“We’re going to show you how beautiful you are.” He says softly.

You didn’t question them again. You took your clothes off. You stood in your bra and panties in between your boyfriends. You looked at yourself in the mirror, along with Steve and Bucky.

“Do you see what we see?” Bucky asks.

“No.” You answered quietly.

“We see a beautiful woman who we love very much.” Steve says.

A small whimper left your lips.

“You’re way more beautiful than any model, doll.” Bucky says.

“No I’m not.” You said quietly. “Models aren’t chubby like me.” You added.

“Don’t say that about yourself, sweetheart.” Steve whispers softly.

“It’s true.” You say.

Bucky and Steve looked at each other before looking back at you in the mirror. They’re going to take it a step further.

“Think of it as extra beauty.” Steve says.

They watched you frown when they said that. They then put one of their hands on your stomach. They didn’t miss the way you cringed they touched your stomach.

“All of this is beautiful.” Bucky says, referring to your stomach.

“So are these.” Steve says, moving his hand down to one of your hips.

“Can’t forget about these.” Bucky says, moving his hand down to one of your thighs.

Your breath hitched the lower their hands got on your body. You watched Bucky’s metal hand disappear behind your back, touching the clasp of your bra.

“May I?” Bucky asks.

You nodded, giving him permission to unclasp your bra, which he did expertly. Your bra fell from your chest, revealing your breast to your boyfriends.

“These are beautiful too, sweetheart.” Steve says.

You watched as Bucky kissed along your shoulder and up to your neck. You moaned softly. Steve turned your head towards him and kissed you softly and passionately.

“Will you let us show you how much more beautiful you are, babydoll?”

“Yes.” You replied breathlessly.

They did just that. Steve and Bucky spent the night, showing you how beautiful you are, not missing a single little thing. They made your insecurities fade away and you started to feel confident. They reminded you that you’re beautiful on the inside and outside.

💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙

-Bucky’s Doll

[ramp-it-up]

Muse: Five

Muse: Four | Muse Masterlist | Muse Six

Peach Masterlist | Show Off

Summary: You and Ari go on your first real date and you meet some acquaintances of his.

Pairing: Art Curator! Ari Levinson x Plus sized model! Reader; Art Dealer (Mob Boss) Steve Rogers x Peach

Word count: 4.8 K

A/N: Muse will be a series of one shots featuring Muse and Ari, and this the second one. We’re gonna hear from them at least every week. 😏 Big thanks to @princessphilly who basically inspired the premise and has endured me being unhinged in her inbox. Steve and Peach make an appearance! This AU is tangential to the Peach and Knock You Down verses and directly references the events in the fic Show Off. If this drabble makes you angry, let me know! I love reblogs, replies, asks and likes. Let me have it! :)

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. Art Curator Ari. Plus sized model Reader, sort of new relationship angst, Here is the real slow burn, morning after vibes, Steve Rogers and Peach (they are a warning). Steve and Ari face off, Ari has an existential moment, and you both try to keep your hands off each other, edging, wild thoughts of sex, reference to male masturbation, dry humping, allusions to m receiving oral, kissing, burning, and yearning.

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Ari’s hand trailed lazily down your arm as you slid out of bed, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You paused, hovering at the edge, not sure if you wanted him to pull you back, or if you’d survive it if he did.

You slipped on his hoodie and it drowned you, still warm from sleep and sex and him, and padded barefoot into the kitchen.

Muscle memory took over: French press. Mugs. The soft clink of a spoon against ceramic.

Your hands were steady. Your heart wasn’t. You really said it last night.

I love you, too.

Ari appeared in the doorway, watching you, barefoot and shirtless, with sweats riding low on his hips. His hair was a beautiful mess, thanks to your fingers last night. 

“Didn’t know you were a barista,” he rasped, his morning voice still wrecked from last night’s confessions.

You huffed a small laugh, not trusting yourself to look at him for too long.

 "I make coffee. That’s about it."

He crossed the room and bracketed you in, hands flat on the counter on either side of your hips.

“Mornin,’” he murmured, kissing you lightly on the cheek, and you shivered.

Ari didn’t touch you beyond that, but the heat of him at your back lit up every nerve ending. He felt the tremor and resisted the instinct to press his hard cock into you.

He could get lost in your body.

"I was thinking..." he said, softly.

You kept stirring your coffee, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for him to take it all back.

“…maybe we could do this a little differently.... Like…go on real dates.”

You turned, clutching your mug like it could protect you. It might have, until you looked up and met his eyes. Ari looked nervous and hopeful, like he wasn’t sure you’d say yes.

Something clenched in your chest, and it may have been a heart.

You raised an eyebrow over the rim of your mug. 

"You asking me out, Levinson?" you asked with a smirk as you took a sip of coffee.

He blinked, brain buffering, lips parted because you looked cute and smug and he wanted to marry you.

Where the hell did that come from?

Instead, he reached past you for his own mug with a grunt.

"Yeah. You wanna go to a Yankees game with me? Saturday?"

“Baseball?” You sipped, hiding your smile.

“I used to play,” he said with a shrug.

Like it wasn’t a big deal. Like this wasn’t a big part of him that he was handing you. But it was. 

“Could’ve gone pro if I hadn’t torn my rotator cuff.”

You watched him roll his shoulder and the light caught the faint scar at the joint. You gazed at Ari, all hard and beautiful and trying with you. Your heart cracked open, just a little more.

"I'd love that," you said, quietly.

He grinned, briefly boyish, then cleared his throat.

“And, uh... one more thing. No sex.”

You nearly dropped your mug. “Excuse me?”

“Not forever," He sighed. "You're addicting, Muse. And I want a clear head. I want to see if we can do this with our clothes on. Just for a little while."

You pouted.

“So no toys? No lube? Not even just the tip...?”

Ari groaned, head tilting back like it physically hurt.

“Jesus. You’re killing me.”

Your bratty protest died when you stepped in close and laid your palms flat on his chest. His heart beat strong under your touch.

“Are you sure?”

“No,” he said, voice wrecked. “But I want to try.”

You kissed him softly. Just your lips on his, a promise instead of a tease. When you pulled back, he stayed frozen, breathing like he’d just run five miles.

"Yankees game," you said brightly. "You're buying me one of those ugly foam fingers."

Ari laughed, the sound perfect and so him.

"Obviously."

You bit your lip, He caught the look in your eyes and brushed a knuckle down your cheek.

“I don’t just love the sex, Muse. I love you. The way you think, the way you see the world. You inspire me.”

Your throat tightened. The words landed in the part of you that never believed that anyone meant what they said.

Ari still wanted you. Not just the beautiful model in bed, but the messy, maddening, real woman standing in the kitchen, stealing his hoodie and threatening to destroy his sanity.

Ari leaned in and brushed a soft kiss to your temple that calmed your soul.

Whatever crazy, hot, impossible thing this was, it was yours now.

—--

Brunch was easy. Effortless.

Except for the fact that Ari kept finding ways to touch you, light brushes of his thigh under the table, his hand grazing your knee when he passed the syrup.

Oh, and also the fact that you caught him looking at you like you were a Monet he couldn’t quite believe he got to keep.

You shook your head at him and tried to retreat into vanity, attempting to grab a selfie, but he plucked the phone from your fingers, turning the camera with a smirk.

“Don't crop me out,” he murmured, sliding even closer.

“But you’re bad for my image,” you teased.

Click.

He kissed your cheek just as the shutter went off.

The photo was stunning: your unguarded laugh, his lips on your skin, the morning sun pouring in like you were lit by God.

You stared at it.

Two people, undeniably in love.

He handed the phone back.

“Post it. Or don’t. I don’t care.”

But he did. You could tell.

You smiled and shook your head.

“You don't tell me what to do, Levinson.”

You posted it. No caption. Just the image.

Forty minutes later, when you were walking up your stairs, your phone buzzed.

Ari had reposted it to his story.

No words. Just a red heart.

—--

On Tuesday, you brought banh mi from NOMAD to his gallery and dragged him to the park. He came armed with a blanket and a stupid grin when he saw your leather jacket, sundress, and combat boots

The breeze played with his hair as his thumb brushed your knee, innocent enough that you let it happen. Ari pulled you onto his lap and kissed you, all sweet and hot, as you teased him until your dress rode up and the only thing separating your bare cunt from the hard line of his cock were two layers of self-control.

But it was not enough to ruin both of your good intentions.

Instead of rutting in the sunlight, you laid your head over his heartbeat as he told you a story about college ball, about almost making it, and about the day he let it go.

You listened. Really listened.

And when he walked you to the subway station, he kissed your temple and said, “I like you like this.”

You didn’t stop smiling until bedtime.

—--

On Wednesday, you planned a movie night. Platonic. Clothes on. No funny business. 

You lasted seven minutes.

Ari sat beside you, fresh from a shower, hair damp, smelling unfairly good. You glanced at him during the opening credits and casually asked, “What did you do in the shower, Ari?”

“Woman,” Ari shot you a look, equal parts wounded and aroused.

“You are chaos. And you know exactly what I did in the shower."

You looked down at the huge hand on his thigh next to a distinct hard on and gulped. You envisioned yourself down on your knees as he jacked all over you.

You sighed and licked your lips, looking back up at him as Ari stared, reading the story in your eyes.

“Had to protect myself from fucking you stupid tonight, but now I see it was useless. I can read your mind, Muse…”

Ari’s tongue snaked out of his mouth and you were on his lap in an instant, hands tangled in his hair, hips grinding down on the thick ridge in his sweats. His hands gripped your ass, holding you in place while he rutted up into you because he was seconds from breaking the rules you both pretended existed.

You were breathless, pussy pulsing and seconds from begging. But he stopped, paused the movie and let his forehead fall to yours.

“I want you so bad, Muse. But I also want this to work. Don’t let me screw this up.”

You huffed, bit your lip, climbed off his lap, and buried your face in a pillow, screaming dramatically. 

He laughed and threw popcorn at you. 

You flipped him off with a grin.

Somehow, you finished the movie, cuddled up, clothed, and pure.

—--

Thursday, there were no plans. Just exhaustion after a brutal shoot. But he still called.

“I like your voice when you’re tired,” he said.

“I like you,” you confessed.

“Damn, Muse” he muttered, “What are you turning me into?” but you could hear the smile.

Before hanging up, he asked, “You’re still coming Saturday, right?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

—--

On Saturday the stadium was alive, full of vendors shouting, crowds cheering, and the crack of bats echoing under the lights.

Ari stayed mostly on his best behavior. Mostly.

Except for when he “needed” to touch the small of your back. Or when he had to wrap his arm around your waist when the crowd got tight.

Just for that, you bought two foam fingers and forced him to wear one, too. He grumbled the whole time, scowling for show, but he didn’t resist.

He was a menace. And you were worse.

You wore his Yankees cap low over your sleek bun, his jersey slipping off one shoulder, hanging open like a jacket over a ribbed tube top and shorts that really shouldn’t have been legal.

You were a goddamn vision in his clothes and each smile you gave him felt like a personal victory. 

Every touch, your fingers brushing his wrist, your hip bumping his thigh, they set him on fire. He watched you tip your head back and laugh at some terrible ump call, and thought:

I’m so fucking gone for her.

But you weren’t immune. Not even close.

Because Ari… Jesus.

He wore his Yankees cap low too, hair curling at the edges and a white T-shirt stretched across those broad shoulders, tucked into offensively hot worn jeans that should’ve come with a warning label.

The veins in his forearms were pornographic, the way that shirt clung to his chest was rude, and when he leaned back and slung his arm across the back of your seat like he owned you, that was criminal.

You tried to focus on the game, truly. But Ari was his own main event, yelling at umps, laughing low in your ear, radiating body heat and smelling like cologne and sex appeal.

You couldn’t keep your eyes off him.

When he caught you staring he smirked and tugged the brim of his cap lower.

Cocky bastard.

You took long sips of beer and vowed that he wouldn’t see what he was doing to you.

Later, a foul ball cracked off a bat and shot into the stands. Ari moved fast, throwing his arm across your body and shielding you with solid muscle. You felt his bicep flex, his body close, and the heat of him.

Your brain short-circuited.

You froze.

He did too.

Neither of you moved. Then he slowly pulled his arm back and cleared his throat, focusing on the game again like he hadn't just set your whole body on fire.

“Sorry,” he said.

Liar.

You stared at the field, not knowing who was winning anymore because you couldn't even see straight.

"You're killing me," he muttered, so low you almost thought you imagined it.

You turned your head and met his eyes under the brim of his cap. He was hot. And not in the warm spring evening type of way. 

Not in the angry way. 

The sexual heat was rolling off him.

Fuck.

You still had six innings to go.

—----

You were halfway through your second beer when they showed up.

It was Steve Rogers, square-jawed, T-shirt wearing, vintage Dodgers hat sporting, danger coiled tight beneath newfound refinement. A radiant woman in a rhinestone Braves cap and tennis dress, was walking with him through the crowd with a sunbeam smile, his huge paw clasped around her blinged out hand.

You felt Ari tense beside you, the shift in his body immediate.

“Friend of yours?” you asked, voice low.

Ari’s jaw ticked. “Something like that.”

James “Bucky” Barnes had given Ari the tickets, but from the look on Ari’s face, he hadn’t expected Steve Rogers to show. Steve spotted Ari at the same time. His mouth did something tight and it wasn’t a frown, and also not a smile.

The woman, radiant chaos in human form, let go of Steve and beelined straight to you.

“Hi!” she beamed, sticking out a hand.

“I’m Peach. Mr. Grumpy here is my husband.”

Steve, towering behind her, nodded at you and gave Ari a long, silent look. Ari returned it, equally stone-faced. It was tense.

Then Steve stepped forward, extending his hand too, steady, polite, and cool but not cold.

"Steve Rogers," he said.

He was attractive, and if he wasn’t married, and you weren’t... whatever you were with Ari, you’d be tempted.

Peach, oblivious or just unbothered, lit up when she heard your name.

“Oh! You’re the model!”

She bounced and grabbed your arm like you were old friends.

"You’re even hotter than your pictures."

Your heart melted for this chaotic woman as she looked between you and Ari.

“But what are you doing with him?”

You felt Ari go still beside you. Steve groaned quietly like he was praying for strength from some higher power. The tension between all of you was thick enough to chew.

Then Peach laughed, breaking it. She leaned in conspiratorially.

“I’m just getting Levinson back for being a dick at a gala a few months ago. He said something wild to me. Let me tell you…”

You laughed, charmed despite yourself, instantly curious what Ari had said to this sparkly woman. As you walked off with Peach toward the concession stand, Ari watched you go with mild panic in his eyes.

Steve watched him, with something dangerously close to smug satisfaction.

Peach, utterly unconcerned, looped her arm through yours like you were already best friends and behind you, you heard Steve mutter something to Ari that sounded like, "What’re you nervous about, Levinson?”

You glanced back once and saw two mountains of muscle, glaring at each other over the heads of the crowd.

Like bulls ready to charge.

Peach squeezed your arm.

"Don’t worry," she said breezily. "They won’t fight. Not unless you and I start placing bets."

You laughed so hard you nearly dropped your beer.

—--

Ari sighed and rubbed his beard, glancing over at Steve, who was glowering out over the field under his Dodgers cap. 

“Nice hat.”

Steve didn’t look at him, just grunted. His jaw ticked once, twice. Like he was trying very hard not to be the guy who threw punches in public anymore.

Ari wasn’t used to caring what another man thought about him, but now that he had you, he was starting to understand so much.

“I get it now. I was out of line at the gala. Completely over the line, in fact. I understand now how I’m lucky to be alive.”

Ari looked over to you and Peach and recognized her beauty, but when he looked at you, his stomach did somersaults.

God. He’d been such an idiot.

Steve tilted his head, finally giving Ari a glance. His silence said enough: You're not wrong. Then his gaze followed Ari’s to where you stood, smiling at Peach like the two of you had been friends for years.

“She’s a pretty little thing…”

The words made Ari’s blood boil. But Steve wasn’t leering or disrespecting you. He was measuring Ari.

“And I get it,” Steve continued.

“Peach is the most beautiful woman in the world. I know what people think when they look at her. But you,” he turned, voice tightening, “you had the brass plated balls to say it. To her. Out loud.”

Ari said nothing. What was there to say? He’d been an arrogant bastard.

“I planned a lot of shit for you, Levinson,” Steve added, “but let me ask you something.”

He nodded toward you. “She yours?”

Ari watched you laughing with Peach, cotton candy in hand, eyes bright. Ari didn’t hesitate.

“Yeah,” he said, voice low. “She’s mine.”

“Good,” he said. “Then I’ll leave you to your fate. Being in love with a beautiful woman is hell on your ego. Enjoy the torture.”

And then Steve turned back to the game, taking a long pull from his beer.

Ari huffed a dry laugh, suddenly understanding Steve a whole lot more than he wanted to.

—---

Peach leaned into you as you walked, her ballcap glittering under the stadium lights.

She told you all about Ari's antics at the gala and you just shook your head.

You didn't blame him. Peach was stunning. But he was mad out of pocket. You filed the information away for later.

"So," she said conspiratorially, "how long you been seeing Ari?"

You laughed. "Technically? This is our first real date."

Peach whistled under her breath.

"Technically, huh? So you’ve fucked him already?" she said, impressed.

You thought about how thoroughly you and Ari had fucked, and how many surfaces you’d defiled. Peach didn’t need the details; she read it in your face and burst out laughing.

“Girl,” she said, eyes twinkling. “You must have magic in your pussy.”

She waggled her eyebrows so hard it made you snort beer up your nose. 

“You good?” she asked, once you’d stopped coughing.

She squinted, giving you a slow once-over.

“Yeah. You’re dangerous, and you don’t even know it.”

"Me?"

“Oh, yeah. You’re soft where it counts and tough where it matters. That’s gonna drive a man like Ari out of his goddamn mind.”

Heat crawled up your neck.

“I’m not trying to drive him crazy,” you said, a little mortified. “I’ve had enough of crazy. I’m trying to drive him sane.”

“Oh honey, too late. But don’t worry. It’s gonna be glorious.”

She shoved cotton candy into your hand, then paused when she saw the flicker of panic in your eyes.

“Oh. You’re an overthinker.”

Peach tilted her head, suddenly all steel under the sparkle.

“You want to keep him?”

Your heart jumped.

“I… think I do.”

“Then listen close,” She slowed her steps. 

“Don’t play games. Let him chase a little, he needs that, but when you catch him?” 

She smiled, full of mischief and certainty.

“Make sure that he knows he’s caught.”

You stared at her, heart pounding.

“Men like Ari, they like to act like fools when they’re playing. But once they're serious? Baby, they’re built for loyalty. You just gotta show him where home is.”

“Don’t be scared,” she said softly.

You swallowed. The world felt very sharp and very clear for the first I’m in a long time.

—---

When you got back to your seats, Ari and Steve were still a little uncomfy, but Steve smirked like he knew exactly what Peach had been telling you.

Ari didn’t say anything when you dropped into the seat beside him, but his thigh pressed flush to yours like he needed the contact. His arm draped casually over the back of your seat like he was claiming you.

You licked sugar off your thumb. His fingers twitched.

“You alright?” you asked, not looking at him.

“No,” he muttered, voice rough. “I’m in hell.”

You smirked. “Why’s that?”

He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“You know exactly why.”

And you did. You’d been teasing him all game. The top. The shorts. The slow sips of beer. The innocent little finger-licks. He was dying.

Ari shifted beside you, adjusting himself like the jeans were too tight, which they absolutely were at the moment. You didn’t help by tearing off a piece of cotton candy and sliding it into your mouth with a moan that was maybe a little too familiar.

All he could think of was putting the cotton candy on his cock for you to eat.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he said, tightly.

You batted your lashes. “Doing what?”

“Goddamn, Muse.” 

His hand found your knee, thumb stroking just once before he caught himself and pulled away like it burned. You laughed softly and kept eating the candy slowly and deliberately, one sticky bite at a time.

Ari stared like you were personally testing every boundary he had.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Steve lean into Peach. Her giggle was followed by the slow slide of his hand beneath her skirt. You looked away so fast you nearly dropped your snack.

“Oh wow,” you whispered.

Ari followed your line of sight. 

“Yeah. They’re like this everywhere.”

Ari grunted, amused, annoyed, and horny, and shifted again. He looked at you like a man hanging by a thread.

“I want you, Muse. I need you.”

The longing in his voice got you. You blinked, then you smiled, sweet, sugar-lipped, and dangerous.

You leaned in, lips brushing the corner of his mouth. Ari turned his head and kissed you gently, tongue dancing out to sweep the sugar from your lip.

Your eyes fluttered shut as his tongue tangled with yours, heat flaring hot and fast, and then he pulled back, leaving you gasping.

Yeah, he had plans for that mouth.

Across the row, you caught Peach and Steve smirking at you. Steve gave you a knowing tilt of his beer. Peach winked.

You sat back and pulled your hat down over your eyes as your pussy screamed at you to find a dark corner of the stadium and fuck Ari dry immediately.

Ari groaned under his breath and sat back as every inch of him coiled tight, because keeping his hands off you at the moment was taking Olympic-level restraint.

And still, he didn’t touch you, even though he knew you were soaking wet. Visions of you sucking him off tortured him as the heat between you threatened to suffocate you both.

Four innings to go.

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The crowd roared as the final inning ended, fireworks painting the sky above Yankee Stadium in a shower of red and gold. But Ari barely registered it.

You were laughing beside him, a foam finger still clutched in your hand, and your body bouncing with joy. He wanted to kiss you senseless. Or maybe just hold you so tightly you'd never look at another man again.

Ari’s jaw flexed as he navigated the packed subway, you tucked under his arm like you belonged there. Like you wanted to be there. Still, his body hummed with tension.

He hadn't expected to Steve. And he definitely hadn’t expected Peach. She was a riot, a walking supernova with a tongue sharper than Ari’s best steak knives.

But it wasn’t her that haunted him. It was them. Together.

They looked like a goddamn magazine cover, a reformed man of crime and the chaos he’d chosen. Peach wasn’t just beautiful, she was loved. Worshiped, even.

Steve looked at her like she hung the moon. Like he’d burn the world down if she ever asked.

He regretted the whole Peach thing, it was messy, impulsive, and stupid. He regretted every sharp-tongued, fuckboy mistake that came before. He could admit that his mouth had always gotten him into trouble.

But tonight, for the first time, he was starting to understand what it meant to want to do better.

For someone else.

You were humming a song he didn't know beside him now, batting your lashes as you asked if they still sold those ridiculous peanut butter milkshakes near his place.

You weren’t asking for much. Just something sweet. Something small.

And yet, Ari’s throat burned with the weight of what he wanted to give you.

Not just sugar and orgasms.

But consistency. Loyalty. Love.

Christ. He looked down at you, still wearing his jersey like it belonged to you. And it did now.

He knew he would give you anything you asked for.

You caught him staring and grinned, heat in your eyes, your voice teasing.

“What?”

He didn’t answer. He couldn’t.

Because for the first time in a long, long time, Ari Levinson wasn’t sure he was enough. Not just for you, but for the version of himself he wanted to be around you.

Peach had said something to you, he didn’t know what, but when you’d returned from the concession stand, you were looking at him differently. Not softer. Not colder.

But clearer.

You were seeing him now. Not just his body, and not just the swagger. But the man underneath it. The one who still wondered if he could really hold onto someone once they saw the cracks.

Back at his building, the elevator dinged and you stepped inside first, eyes bright, smile still lingering.

Ari hesitated, Steve’s voice echoing in his head: Is she yours?

And he’d answered, cocky:

She’s mine.

But now, walking into his apartment behind you, watching the way you pulled off your sneakers and padded barefoot into his kitchen like you’d been doing it for years, he wasn’t so sure he deserved you.

This was it. He wanted to be someone you could come home to. The problem was, he didn’t know if he was that man yet.

You turned to look at him then, brow raised.

“Ari?”

He blinked. You looked worried.

“You good?”

He swallowed and nodded once.

“Yeah,” he rasped. “Just thinking.”

You padded closer, reaching up to brush your fingers along his jaw. 

“About what?”

He looked down at you, looking at him like he mattered. And he didn’t lie.

“About how not to screw this up.”

You blinked, a slow smile blooming across your face, soft and sure and quietly fierce.

“Then don’t.”

And just like that, the tightness his chest loosened. Not all the way. But enough.

Because Rogers might’ve had his chaos and his crown jewel, but Ari had you.

And you were looking at him like he could still win the whole goddamn game.

Your hand lingered, thumb grazing the edge of his beard. He didn’t move, just watched you. You smiled and turned back toward the kitchen, the moment slipping away.

Almost.

He followed after a beat, rolling up his sleeves and grabbing mugs. You moved easily around his kitchen, like you knew where everything was. Like this was already a rhythm between you.

“You want honey or sugar?” you asked, holding up both like it wasn’t a metaphor.

Ari leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching you in the soft light. You were barefoot, his jersey falling over your thighs suggestively.

You were so sweet. And hot. Like...“Honey,” he said finally. “Always.”

You nodded, focused on making the tea. He watched you and everything in him wanted to close the distance, to press a hand against your lower back, to kiss the spot behind your ear that he’d been thinking about all night.

But he didn’t. Because tonight felt different. He didn’t want to ruin it with impatience.

You passed him a mug, fingers brushing his. The touch was brief, but it lit something in his chest.  

You wandered to the couch and curled your legs beneath you, pulling a blanket over your lap without a word. Ari followed, settling beside you with just enough space between your bodies to feel the tension tug between you.

The movie was background noise, some indie flick full of long silences and lingering stares, but Ari didn’t see a second of it. He watched you, the way your breath slowed, the soft curve of your lips when you laughed.

You caught him looking.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked quietly.

Ari swallowed. Took a sip of tea to stall, but it didn’t help.

“I don’t know,” he said finally, voice low. “You ever want something so bad you forget how to ask for it?”

You stopped breathing and he noticed. And his whole body went still. But you didn’t look away. Instead, you voiced it.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I do.”

“You’re gonna be the reason I can’t sleep tonight.”

You smiled, tucking your face into his chest.

“You say the sweetest things when you’re trying not to fuck me.”

He laughed, and you felt it rumble through him.

Ari pulled you close to him and the blanket higher over your lap, his arm around you, and let himself just be there with you, waiting for the right time. 

The kind of waiting that meant everything.

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Muse: Six

[simmerandwrite]

sink into me (masterlist)

Pairing: mob boss! Steve Rogers x plus size! reader

Summary: You were simply doing a good deed, pulling the handsome stranger out of the way when a car jumped the curb. Little did you know that the life you saved belonged to Steve Rogers, the Army veteran turned art dealer with connections to the Brooklyn crime syndicate. Steve Rogers, who isn’t shy until it comes to his feelings and will stop at nothing to keep you safe.

Warnings: angst, canon level violence, gun violence, allusions to dog fighting, smut

Chapters: 01 02 03 04 05 06  07 08 09

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Grapefruit Sidecar

Pairing: mob boss! Steve Rogers x plus size! reader x mob! Bucky Barnes Summary: It was just an innocent question. You definitely didn't have any ulterior motives: “Have you ever had a threesome?” But when Steve admits something from his past with Bucky, you can't help but wonder...

Part 1: The Club | Part 2: The Penthouse

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Emerald Hallow Chapter 1

Summary: Steve Rogers wants to move on.  He wants to forget Peggy, and dive into the 21st century.  But this man of the past doesn’t know how to navigate being an Alpha in a modern world of skittish Omegas.  He prides himself on his self control, never wanting to harm or scare them, until something just smells too damn good…and he’s not the only one who notices.  

**plus size reader 

Warnings: abo!dynamics, smutty smut smut, name calling, eventual threesome, voyeurism, rough sex

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Steve prided himself on his self control. He was a Beta before the super soldier serum, and when his body went through the transformation so did his classification. Not only did he have to learn how to operate his new body but as a new Alpha he had to learn how to handle the intense emotions and instincts that came with it. He’d been able to work through most of it without endangering any Omegas along the way. Anytime a moment of weakness chipped at his psyche the words of Dr. Erskine would rattle his brain: “…you must promise me that you will stay who you are. Not a perfect soldier. But a good man.” Good men, good Alphas, did not attack or take what they wanted from others. Steve was well aware of the plight of Omegas in the world. If there was one thing that had stayed consistent throughout his long life it was that Omegas were still considered “less” by many, something to be bred and fulfill Alphas’ needs. He didn’t feel this way, but knew many others did.

After returning the Infinity stones he had gone to see Peggy in the past for closure, but did not stay. As much as he wanted to, he just couldn’t. He loved her, but she was also an Alpha, and same classification couples never worked out.  Bucky needed him, and a promise of “’til the end of the line” was a promise. He had helped transition Sam into the Captain America role and quickly retired, only advising on missions rather than taking the lead. He tried to reintegrate back into regular civilian life, finding his next adventure. He wanted to move on from Peggy and find an Omega to settle down and have a family with.

So far he had no luck. He had started going by his middle name, Grant, and had grown out his beard and hair again so he wasn’t as recognizable as “Captain America” anymore. The dates he’d gone on had been unsuccessful. Omegas were hard to come by nowadays, and to find one willing to even go on a date was even harder. He felt like he was being a gentleman, not expecting anything from them other than to get to know them and see if it was worth pursuing, but he could feel the anxiety and tension dripping from their scents every time. He couldn’t blame them, but it also made him feel like the magic or allure of a great romance that he was looking for to replace his feelings for Peggy was a pipe dream.

One late Autumn night as he left Bucky’s apartment and headed home he smelled something that made him skid to a stop. Amongst the carved pumpkins and crisp Autumn air was something tantalizing, mouth-watering, and made the hair on the back of his neck raise in anticipation. His body moved towards the smell without him even realizing, his nose held high as he followed the scent down a block and into an old fashioned jazz club. It reminded him of the old dance halls of the 1940s, a live band playing on a stage with tables skirting the walls, making a small circle in the middle for couples to dance. There were vintage Halloween decorations lining the walls and the bar.  He made a mental note to tell Bucky about this place as the scent grew stronger and he blindly walked toward the stage.

“My lovelies!” A drag queen’s deep voice boomed into the microphone. She was dressed in an extravagant vampire costume, and as Steve looked around he noticed almost everyone was dressed in some type of Halloween themed costume or vintage clothes.  “Thank you for coming to tonight’s Autumn Jazz Fest!  Last but certainly not least, is our very own…Emerald Hallow!” The drag queen gave a great flourish with her arm and the curtain behind her opened to reveal the singer. Steve’s heart stuttered as the Alpha in him awoke. She was the scent he followed.  An unmated Omega.  The singer was short and plus size, her voluptuous curves slightly jiggling as she sauntered up to the vintage looking microphone.  She wore a long, flowy, shimmering velvet black dress with sheer lace sleeves that opened wide at her wrists with tassels swaying as she swung her arms, tattoos peeking out from the lace.  The neckline plunged down deep between her large breasts, giving the audience quite the view.  Her long nails were pointy and painted black, gently twisting the tassels as she adjusted the microphone to her height.  She had dyed emerald green hair that was long and finger-waved with two large victory rolls atop.  She wore gold earrings that had deep red hearts with what looked like blood dripping from them, black lipstick and sharp cat-eye eyeliner.  The black lipstick made her teeth look striking as she smiled seductively when the audience clapped for her.  Steve swore under his breath.  She was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. 

“Happy almost-Halloween, my pretties!” she greeted them, some people in the audience whooping and hollering for her.  Steve could feel a growl rumble in his chest at the attention she was getting from others, and mentally chastised himself for losing his composure.  “Would you like to hear some spooky tunes?”  Some more clapping and whooping made her smile wider.  “Okay, okay, I’ll give it to you…so needy,” she teased the audience, winking at someone off to the side.  Steve moved closer to the stage, just off to the side as the band behind her started playing.  She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, opening them again as her body started to move to the beat.  “They say that I’m a witch, and that I weave a spell.  Well…”

Emerald danced with her hips and shoulders like singers of old would.  Her scent became heavier to Steve as she did something she obviously loved, and it made his Alpha instincts scream at him to claim her.  He sat himself in a chair at one of the nearest tables, needing to hide his growing erection.

She held out the last note, her voice ringing out as the band hit a big chord at the end and she raised her arms.  The audience cheered loudly, the couples who had been dancing stopped to join in on the applause.  Emerald bowed and acknowledged the band behind her.  Steve clapped and watched her closely.   He was clocking all the Alphas in the audience, making note of the ones who were unmated and watching her like he was.  It made him feel like a creep, but something deep within him was not willing to just walk out and go home.  He was stuck to the spot, and would wait all night if he had to just to get a moment with her.  

She sang a few more songs then suddenly pulled out a chair from behind the piano.  “I’ve got one more for you tonight,” she said.  The audience whined loudly.  “Aaaww, are you gonna miss me?” she teased, sticking her lip out sadly.  She smirked as she set the chair in the middle of the stage and took the microphone out of the stand to freely walk around.  “I’m gonna need a big, strong Alpha volunteer,” she said in a low, seductive voice.  As her eyes swept the crowd multiple loud voices yelled out, hands raising and Alphas standing up from their chairs.  Steve stayed seated, desperately wanting her to choose him but not wanting to come off that way.  He decided to let his instincts take over for just a moment and let off a pheromone scent of himself towards her.  As her eyes continued to look out at the crowd they subtly widened and her back stiffened as her eyes instantly went to him.  Her eyes flashed as she gazed at him, and her smirk deepened.  Steve felt like the air between them was buzzing as he held her gaze, not daring to look away.

“You,” she pointed at him and then curled her finger, gesturing to him to come up.  Steve slowly got up and followed the stairs up to the stage.  There was a chorus of disappointed noises mixed with clapping from the audience as he approached her.  “Take a seat, handsome,” she said, patting the top of the chair.  Steve sat on the chair and looked up at her, memorizing every feature of her face.  “What’s your name?” she asked, standing closer to him and holding the microphone to his face.

“S–Grant,” Steve said, clearing his throat after nearly slipping up on his name.

Emerald eyed him but her smile never faltered.  “Grant.  Everybody say ‘Hello Grant!’”  She held the microphone out to the audience who chanted back at her in greeting him.  “And what do you do, Grant?”

“Consulting,” Steve said automatically, a polite smile on his face as he warred with himself not to reach out and touch her.

“How vague…” Emerald said cheekily, raising her eyebrows and making the crowd laugh.  “It’s alright, keep your secrets, handsome,” she said as she walked behind him then ran her hand over his shoulder and down his chest, her chin resting on his opposite shoulder, making them cheek to cheek.  “I like a man who is mysterious…” 

Steve let out a shuddering breath as the jittery energy he felt from her touching him flowed through his veins.  His shoulders and chest felt like they were doused with ice water where she touched him, and his cheek warmed as he blushed with her so close.  The Alpha howled at him to take her, right there in front of everyone, making his hands shake as he quickly folded them together and covered his crotch with his entwined fists.

“Can I sing this last song to you, Grant?” she said, her lips slightly grazing his ear, her hot breath making him shiver.  Steve didn’t trust his voice so he slightly looked towards her and nodded.  “Thank you,” she said, then moved away and turned to the band.  “Shall we, lovies?”

“We shall!” the band called back to her, then counted themselves in.  The melody started into a song Steve actually recognized from some music Sam had recommended to him.

Emerald walked towards the edge of the stage where Steve had walked up and then turned towards him sharply.  “Well it’s a marvelous night for a moondance with the stars up above in your eyes,” she sang, her shoulders keeping the beat.  “A fantabulous night to make romance ‘neath the cover of October skies,” she continued, twirling around and turning towards the bass player behind her, giving her a wink before facing Steve again.  “And all the leaves on the trees are falling to the sound of the breezes that blow.  You know I'm tryin' to please to the calling of your heartstrings that play soft and low.”  She stepped slowly towards him, her eyes never leaving his face.  “And the night’s magic seems to whisper and hush.  You know the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush!”  The band suddenly picked up, the sound swelling around Steve.  Emerald smiled widely.  “Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?”  She quickly closed the distance between them and leaned down, her hand reaching out and cupping his jaw, making him move toward her.  Steve’s eyes widened.  “Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love?”  She leaned forward as she held his face and nuzzled her nose against his nose.  As the chorus ended she released him and turned, jutting her hips towards him as they rocked to the beat.

“Well I wanna make love to you tonight, I can’t wait til the morning has come,” she sang, looking over her shoulder at him.  He shifted in the seat, his pants feeling even more tight.  “And I know now the timing is just right and straight into my arms you will run,” she walked behind him again, her hand doing as it had done before but this time running down his arm and squeezing his bicep.  “And when you come my heart will be waiting to make sure that you’re never alone.”  She walked around him again until she faced him, then sank down into his lap.  “There and then all my dreams will come true dear, there and then I will make you my own.”  Steve’s hands gripped her hip and her knee to keep her planted on his lap, his hands still shaking at the close proximity and at getting to finally touch her even just a little.  She wrapped her free arm around his shoulder to keep herself upright.

“And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside,” her nails gently scraped against the scent gland on his neck, making him gasp and his mouth drop open as he watched her.  “And I know how much you want me that,” she winked at him, bringing her face slightly closer to his, “you can’t hide.”

Steve’s eyebrows knitted together.  He was sure his face was showing nothing but pure desire right now, and couldn’t find it in himself to care.  His grip on her tightened and he swallowed thickly.

“Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?”  Her fingers moved up and ran through his hair, scratching his scalp, causing his eyelids to flutter shut at the massage.  “Can I just make some more romance with a-you…” she held the note out as she pulled him closer, this time making them nose to nose.  The audience was whooping and hollering again, a chant of “Kiss him!” coming through the crowd as the music paused to build tension.  She stared Steve down, her eyes flickering to his lips once then back up to his eyes.  Steve was breathing heavily, waiting to see what she would do.  After a long beat she dipped her head and kissed the side of his mouth, just out of reach of his lips.  The audience was a mix of cheers and disappointed groans as she pulled away and licked her lips as she looked at him again before lifting the microphone back up to her mouth.  “My love,” she sang the last line softly, and as the band finished with a jazzy ending she rested her forehead against his forehead as she caught her breath.  Steve didn’t want it to end, holding her firmly against him as the music ended and the audience applause nearly deafened him.  He didn’t want this bubble to burst, this magical moment to end, and yet his hands slipped away when she shifted to stand from his lap.  

Emerald adjusted her dress and stood then took his hand and helped lift him from the chair, holding his hand up in hers high and then gesturing with their joined hands to bow.  Steve bowed with her and plastered a polite smile on his face as he watched her smile widen at the crowd.  “Whoo, is it hot in here or is it just me?” She joked, making everyone laugh again as they continued to clap.  “Everybody give it up for our lucky man, Grant!”  Another round of applause erupted as Steve nodded, a shy smile pulling at his mouth.  She pulled his hand towards her and opened her arms for a hug.  Steve happily ducked down to her embrace, his arms resting on her lower back as her free hand gripped his shoulder.  Her face slightly twisted and her lips were by his ear again.  “Meet me at the back door, ten minutes,” she whispered.  Steve nodded minutely before pulling away.  She released him and clapped for him as well as he waved a hand and stepped down from the stage.

As the drag queen who hosted came back out and closed the show Steve grabbed a shot at the bar, paid, then left through the front door.  He quickly rounded the building, down the alley, until he reached the back of the building.  He found the back door and leaned up against the wall next to it to wait.  He didn’t know what would happen next, but if she wanted to see him afterwards then the magical moment must have meant something to her, too.  Eight minutes went by until the door swung open and his green haired beauty emerged.

Her eyes quickly found him and she smirked.  “Grant,” she greeted him, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Emerald,” Steve greeted her back, pushing himself off the wall.  “Though I’m guessing that’s not your name.”

“You guessed right,” she said.  “Though it seems we’re both using different names, Steve Rogers.”

Steve’s eyes widened and his smile fell.  He quickly cleared his throat and looked down.  “That obvious, huh?”

“Probably not to the average person,” she said as she took a step toward him.  “But most people haven’t had a grandparent that was a huge fan of Captain America like I did, who took me to the Smithsonian any chance he got to educate me about the great Steve Rogers and the Howling Commandos.  I’d recognize those eyes anywhere,” she quirked an eyebrow at him.  “Though I have to say, I like the longer hair and beard look.  Makes you much more ruggedly handsome.”

Steve’s smile returned and he blushed at her compliment.  “Ruggedly handsome?”

“Oh yes,” she smiled widely at him.  She took another step toward him, making her look up at him.  She analyzed his face for a moment before she sighed heavily.  “Dirty trick you played in there, using your scent on me,” she said quietly, her smile falling.

Steve’s eyebrows raised in surprise.  “Oh, um…I’m sorry,” he said quickly, embarrassed that although it worked in getting him noticed and chosen, she was obviously not happy with him about it.  

“Hm,” she hummed, looking him over.  “I was going to choose you regardless, you know?” she said, reaching a hand out and running her fingers over the lining of his coat.  “I scented you from the moment you walked in,” she said, her fingers sliding up towards his collar.  “A Manhattan cocktail, with an undertone of sandalwood and amber,” she met his gaze again.  “And a hint of petrichor.”

“Petrichor?” Steve asked, his eyes never leaving her fingers that gripped his collar lightly.

“The smell after a long awaited rain,” she whispered.  She pulled him down by his collar and guided his face towards her neck.  Steve’s arms wrapped around her like he was hugging her, his grip pulling her flush against him as he nuzzled his nose against her scent gland inhaling deeply.  He felt like he was skipping a lot of steps in the process.  Scenting another person was extremely personal, and not something done by strangers like this.  “You obviously came here for this,” she said as he rubbed the tip of his nose against her neck.

Steve groaned, getting drunk off the scent that nearly drove him crazy enough to lose control.  She gave it up so easily to him.  “Fuck…” he whispered as his tongue licked along the gland, nipping lightly at her skin.  Her fingers tightened around his coat, a soft whimper falling from her lips.  “I couldn’t tell what it was, but…” he sniffed again, his eyes rolling.  “Bergamot, rose, and sandalwood.  Like the perfumes I used to smell back in the day,” he said as his lips traveled to her jaw and then kissed her cheek softly.  “With a hint of ocean air,” he smirked at her as he pulled away to look at her.  Her eyes were hooded as she looked back up at him, her mouth open as she breathed heavily.  “Your name?” he asked.

She huffed a silent laugh as she smiled.  “Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Y/N,” Steve repeated it, liking the way it felt on his tongue.  

Her smile tightened.  “We should slow down.”

“We should,” Steve agreed, but didn’t let go of her.

She pulled away a little, which almost felt like a punch to his gut.  Y/N looked up at him and mischievously grinned.  “How about you take me out and show me some of that old school charm?  And we’ll see where that leads us.”

Steve chuckled at that, his smile widening.  “You took the words right out of my mouth.  Though it sounds much more smooth coming from you.”

“I can be smooth when I wanna be,” she giggled.  She gave him another look over then stepped back, reaching for and holding one of his hands while fishing out her phone from her coat pocket.  She unlocked the phone and handed it to him.  Steve quickly pulled his phone out and gave it to her as well and they exchanged numbers.  

“I’ll call you,” Steve said as he made sure to save her contact information.

“You better,” Y/N smirked.  She pulled him down by his collar again and kissed the side of his mouth, making him growl impatiently.  It only made her laugh as she stepped out of his reach.  “See you around, Steve,” she said his name in her seductive voice that she used on stage.  

Steve sighed heavily and composed himself.  “See you soon, Y/N.” She walked to the back door and knocked in a pattern, then the bass player walked out, giving her and Steve a once over and scoffing before walking towards one of the cars parked along the back alley.  Y/N waved to Steve then followed the band member, who drove off with her.  Steve watched until she was out of sight then laughed to himself.  This is going to be interesting.

This is the "dirtiest" fic I've written so far. I'm not usually a #stucky fan, but I thought I'd give a crack at it. Hope y'all like it!

[geeky-politics-46]

"Q" for bucky barnes pls & thank ☺️

- @buckymorelikefuckme

I was really hoping for some Bucky asks! I don't write for him near as much as I would like to.

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

Bucky was never loud in bed before, but now, after everything he's been through, he enjoys making noise. He likes just letting go and not holding anything back. Whining and moaning to show you how good you're making him feel. Lots of cursing and pet names. He will even moan and swear when he's going down on you to show you just how much he is enjoying himself. He's discovered he really likes a bit of dirty talk. He loves telling you all the filthy things he wants to do to you. Giving you praise that's both sweet and naughty.

"Fuck babydoll, I couldn't stop thinking about your perfect pussy. Swear I've been hard since our last date."

"You have no idea what you do to me. I'm never letting you out of my bed again. You feel like you were made to take my cock."

He loves hearing you whimper, and he swears he's never heard a prettier sound than you moaning his name. Especially when you switch from calling him Bucky to calling him James. That's how he knows he's got you right on the edge of cumming. He never wants anyone to call him James ever again because he only wants to here you say it in that breathy way you do when he's pounding into you. He loves when he can make you actually scream his name loud enough that Steve has to come knock on the door telling you to be quiet because he can't sleep with the noise. It's at this point that Bucky loves to tease you that Steve actually just wants you to be quiet because your pretty little noises have gotten him hard and he hates that you aren't screaming his name instead. He'll tell you you're such a good girl for letting his best friend hear how naughty you are. That maybe you two should let Steve watch. When he feels you clench around his cock at that suggestion he'll growl and tease you even more about how needy you are.

Steve has asked Stark to soundproof Bucky's room multiple times to no avail, Bucky just sees that as a challenge and tries to make you scream louder. Tony thinks it's funny.

Picked this gif because you know he would play innocent to the noise complaints in front of everyone at first. Then back to trying to make you even louder behind closed doors.

[high-ashell-hargrove]

Father?

Priest!sam Wilson x priest!Steve rogers x priest!Bucky Barnes x plus size!reader

Kinktober/warnings: religious corruption, pussy eating, blackmail

A/n: bad writing! I’m gonna try to do a weekly kinktober post! Enjoy this shit show!

Guilt wound up inside you as you sat still as a mouse, your head bowed and hands clasped together. You were ashamed, there were no other words for it. Tears welled up in your eyes, you looked almost pitiful to anyone else who was in the church but you didn't care, you needed to repent for these thoughts running rampant through you mind.

You couldn’t bring yourself to leave your dirty thoughts behind, praying daily did nothing to ease your mind.

All three men come up beside you, looking up you’re met with their gaze burning into your body, I look back down. Face resting back onto your folded hands

"Let us help you angel" Sam said, lifting your chin so your eyes met his.

"The only way to flush out these thoughts is to confront them head on" james added on, you hadn't noticed until now he had crouched down in front of you, his big blue eyes enticed you even more

"We really just want to set you on the right path" Steve whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist. You could feel his fingers ghosting over your panties.

All their voices swirled around in your head making you dizzy. Your whole body burned, evidence of that was on your cheeks.

"Why don't we all go somewhere a little more private so we can discuss this" sam suggested, putting out his palm.

You muttered a small thank you and gratefully took it. Now with Steve's hand gently on your waist, Sam's hand in yours and Bucky trailing behind you let them guide you from the pew to god knows where.

There the three of you stood, in the small office like area where the priests would work when they weren’t doing their services.

Steve’s face was nuzzled into your neck, sucking on the delicate skin. Sam’s fingers played with the hem of your dress and James sunk to his knees, hands running up your dress, hooking onto your panties

“Father-“

Sam shushes you, Steve pulls back, grabbing your face he locks in your gaze.

“We’re going to help you, let us”

Next thing you know your underwear strewn across the room, James face buried deep in your cunt lapping over your folds, Sam holding you in place, Steve holding up a camera, snapping pictures.

You couldn’t help but writhe and gasp, the band tightening and warmth spreading over your body. Both men standing over you encouraging you to let go. Sam pulled your dress down, tits spilling out, the three men looked at you with half lidded eyes, Steve still snapping photos. James tongue circled your clit and your legs shook, your head lulling back onto Sam’s shoulder as he cooed into your ear.

You had never thought you'd be here, air heavy with euphoria- with your priests for god sake. With a gasp, you let go, pussy gushing, body shaking from the feeling of his mouth still continuing to assault you.

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Days pass, guilt still poured out of your body like an open wound. You knock on the office door. Steve slowly opens it, a coy smile on his lips. Opening the door he guides you inside.

“What brings you in darlin.”

He sits back on the desk, legs spreading apart, his fingers running over his black slacks. Nervously you shift in your place, fiddling with your fingers.

“Father yesterday-“ he cuts you off with a sush, leaning back he opens his drawer, pulling out the Polaroids. He slowly flips through them. Landing on the most risqué one he turns it so you can see it.

“I’ll leave this as a reminder doll. This isn’t the end- I’m sure that’s what you came here to discuss”

Your eyebrows furrow, a gut retching feeling settles in you. You fuck up big time- trusting your pastors.

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Steve Rogers x plus size reader

Stolen shampoo, hot shower and a perky little ass

Warnings: fluff, nudity but no smut, domestic fluff, some crack humour, implied smut WC: 564

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You were absolutely covered in sweat and grime, a result of letting Sam pick your hiking trail for the day and of course he picked one that would give you a ‘challenge’. 10 miles of mostly uphill terrain later, you were so ready for a hot shower and a nap with your boyfriend. 

Your clothes came off piece by piece as you stumbled through your apartment until you reached the bathroom, where the shower was already running. You smirked as you tugged off your panties and slowly opened the door, revealing the site of a lifetime. 

The steam made his pale skin glow under the bathroom light. Water rolled down the defined muscles of Steve’s back, droplets getting caught in the divots and valleys of his shoulder blades and the small dimples at the base of his spine, leading right to the perky ass of your dreams. 

You bit your lip, it was far too tempting.

Your hand whistled as it flew through the air and collided with his perfect cheek with a satisfying smack. Steve immediately froze up, his hands still buried in his hair where he had been massaging in shampoo. Your smirk widened as he slowly turned to face you, his pretty blue eyes wide.

“Did you just… slap my ass?” 

“And what are you gonna do about it doll?” You retorted with Steve’s usual line when he was the one to smack your ass. He glared at you so hard he didn’t even notice that you were completely naked. You let your own gaze drift downwards, following a particularly fat drop of water as it rolled down his torso. It raced between his toned abs before getting lost in the thick patch of hair right at the base of his pelvis.

Your eyes wandered lower but before you could go down any further, Steve’s hands flew to cover himself. “You’re objectifying me.” He whined yet his bright red cheeks gave away just how much he enjoyed your attention.

“You like it.” You stepped into the shower, letting out a happy groan as the hot water washed over your sore muscles. Your boyfriend wrapped a muscular arm around your thick waist and tugged you into his chest.

“How was the hike?” He asked as he pressed a kiss to your hair. 

“It was fine but you need to tell Sam-“ You paused and sniffed at Steve. He raised an eyebrow at you but you ignored it and instead wound your fingers into his hair to pull him to your level. You buried your nose against his scalp and inhaled deeply. “Did you use my shampoo?”

“You weren’t supposed to be home yet?”

“How. Dare. You. Do you know how much that stuff costs! I only use it for special occasions!” You slapped a hand against his chest, purposefully ignoring the way he was flexing his pecs. Steve caught your wrists in one big hand. You thrashed playfully in his hold.

“Hey, it makes my hair look good.” He defended.

“Oh like you need to look any better than you normally do.” You sassed.

It was Steve’s turn to smirk as he pushed his hips forward and pressed his hardening cock into your soft stomach. “I just need to do my best to keep up with you.”

“Fuck you.” 

“I’m trying.” He grinned and you rolled your eyes and leaned into him.

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Date Day

Summary: You plan a date day for you and your boys. It goes to plan... mostly.

Pairing: Stucky x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ Content ahead! Other than that, reader has female pronouns and some nicknames (sugar, sweetheart) It's mostly fluff though not gonna lie.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Woohoo! This is my submission for Essie's Summer Lovin' 300 follower celebration! @bigtreefest is one of my writing inspirations and I wanted to celebrate with her <3 Congrats, Essie on 300 followers, here's to the next 300 and even more after that!

There are also a lot of firsts for me in this one, first time posting something smutty, first time writing for more than one love interest and I think I did a pretty damn good job so I hope you all like it!

You loved to spoil your boys, it wasn't very often that they would let you but when you managed to convince them to let you take the reigns on date night, it always turned out very well.  Steve and Bucky were never easy to convince. They loved to take care of you and wanted you to just be able to let go with them; not having to worry about anything when it was the three of you.

  However, you had finally managed to get the boys to relax for one day. One whole day that you were going to plan to a T. All three of you had work off, the boys weren’t likely to be called in anytime soon and you were so looking forward to it.

  The day would start softly, the boys were early risers and you were a light sleeper so you had no worries of sleeping in necessarily. They woke you up with soft kisses spread across your body. Bucky always slept at your back. It was the side in between you and the door and he slept better knowing he could keep the two of you safe. Steve usually slept at your front, most of the time with his head resting on your chest and his arms wrapped around your hips. `

 Steve wakes first, still wrapped in your arms with one of his hands clutched in Bucky’s behind your back. He peppers kisses on your chest where his head rests and begins to pull himself up closer to your head. His movement wakes Bucky and he tightens his grip on Steve’s hand, bringing it closer to his mouth and placing a single kiss on his still scraped-up knuckles before releasing it and rolling onto his back.

Your eyes flutter open slowly, the feeling of Steve’s lips along your skin making a smile spread across your face. “Morning baby,” You whisper to him, threading your fingers through his hair, mussing it up more than it already was.

“What about me?” Bucky reaches an arm around you and pulls you closer to his chest, away from Steve. Steve glares at him before making a slew of grumpy noises as he scoots closer to you once more. You can’t help but giggle at the scene of your overgrown puppy of a boyfriend pouting like a kid. 

“Relax boys, I have more than enough sugar to go around.” You place a kiss on Steve’s head before turning your torso and planting one on Bucky’s waiting lips too.

“Yeah, Sugar? You got enough to go around?” Steve’s lips curve up into a devilish smirk and he begins running his hand up the outside of your thigh, wiggling his eyebrows. Bucky picks up the memo quickly and soon you have both boys running their hand all over your body.

“Down boys, I have planned a whole day for us and I refuse to let you seduce me into staying in bed all day.” You said, no fire behind your words.

“Who said anything about all day Sugar? How about just the next thirty minutes.” Bucky moves his hand up to the side of your neck, turning your head so you are looking at him. Steve coughs in the back of his throat from his position, still propped against your tummy and very much still caressing any and all skin he can get his hands on. 

“Okay, maybe an hour.” Bucky concedes. 

“You have one hour, any more than that and I’ll have to start cutting stuff which will make me super sad.” You learned very early on in this relationship that the boys loathe making you sad, they’d do almost anything to keep you happy and you’ll milk the hell out of that if it means keeping your plans.

“Don’t worry doll, we can do a lot in an hour.” Steve winks at you and in one movement flips you onto your stomach. He crawls over you so that he’s practically laying on you. “Especially with the proper motivation.” He presses down on you so that you feel the hardness contained within the sweatpants he wore to bed. 

“Consider yourselves motivated then.” You say from your spot on the bed, turning your head to find Bucky standing on the side of the bed, in a very similar state to Steve.

Bucky smirks at you before shedding his clothes and moving in close. He practically shoves Steve off of you and yanks you by the legs towards him. “Sugar, we’re always motivated when it comes to you.” He flips you back over and pulls you even closer to him, your legs in his arms and your body lying at the edge of the bed.

Bucky falls to his knees and brings your legs with him, placing one on each of his shoulders. Steve grumbles and his adorable pout returns to his face for a moment before you reach out for him again. He takes your hand and lets you pull him to your side. You take his hand and place it on your neck. Licking your lips sightly and looking back and up at him from where you lay.

“You have fifty-five minutes left.” You smile at him.

“Brat.” the two of them say in unison, the word bursting with affection.

They use their time well you have to admit. Bucky feasts on you from his position between your legs, he makes you finish twice before he even moves and you have a sneaking suspicion that this is going to be one of those times when the boys try to one-up each other. 

Steve quickly removes your top and starts lavishing your breasts with attention, leaving love marks all over them and across your collarbone. Once Bucky is satisfied with you, Steve takes his place, making you cum once more on his fingers. He takes you apart methodically, using every trick in his book. 

Both boys manhandle you seven different ways to Sunday and you can’t help but giggle every time they do. Your previous partner wasn't nearly as strong as your boys are, and having two men who can lift, flip, and throw you around has done wonders for your self-esteem in the bedroom. 

They close out the hour together, laying on your sides similarly to how you woke up. Steve lays at your front, placing sloppy kisses up and down your neck, occasionally catching your mouth with his, not too often though. Both of the boys love your noises too much to swallow them. They fill you up perfectly, as one thrusts in the other pulls out, this goes on for far longer than you’d like, the boys taking you to the edge a couple of times before they finally let you fall over. They follow you quickly and the three of you lay together in one big heap of limbs and sweat. 

Bucky looks over to the clock on the wall, “Four minutes to spare.” He chuckles out.

You groan lovingly and throw your head back against his chest. “Good, it’s going to take at least that long for me to be able to function again.”

Steve laughs at that and pulls away from you. “Well, while you learn how to function again I’ll go make us some coffee.”

Bucky follows Steve’s example also pulling away from you and heading to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth to clean the three of you up. He pulls Steve back into him by the wrist before he’s able to leave the bedroom. He kisses him deeply and smiles like a goof at him. “Good Morning.” Steve laughs and kisses him back before pushing his lover closer to the bed.

“Morning Punk.” 

You smile like an idiot at both of them, loving to see your two favorite people be in love, especially because you know how good that love feels.

Bucky cleans you up quickly and pulls you out of bed with the promise of pancakes and scrambled eggs. You kiss him before he leaves the bedroom and set out to begin preparations for the day. 

You dress quickly, having planned weeks ahead in your mind what you would wear. Once you finish picking out your own outfit you pick outfits out for both of your lovers. You pull out a white undershirt and colorful button-up for Steve, along with a pair of khaki shorts. For Bucky you pull a deep red shirt that he loves, it’s a lightweight knit piece with a small V and buttons running down the front. You lay a pair of black jeans next to it and smile at your choices. 

You make your way to the kitchen where you hear your boy’s bustling around. Bucky is making good on his promise; making pancakes and adding each of your favorite mix-ins. Bananas for Steve, chocolate chips for yourself, and blueberries for him. Steve is next to him making the scrambled eggs and looking handsome while doing it.

“So Sugar, gonna let us in on the plans for today.” Bucky looks up from the pan and cocks his head at you.

“Well, I thought we could start the day with a trip to the boardwalk, followed by a picnic on the beach, and then finishing up with dinner at that diner the two of you like so much?” 

“Sounds like a great day sweetheart, when do we need to leave?” 

“I knew you two wouldn’t be able to keep your hands to yourselves so I scheduled the car to come pick us up in about forty-five minutes. Plenty of time to eat, and for you two to get dressed while I grab the rest of what we’ll need.”

Steve places your coffee in front of you and presses his lips to the top of your head. “You think of everything Sweetheart.” You practically preen at his praise and cover your smile with your mug. 

Bucky finishes breakfast and the three of you eat and talk for a couple of minutes before you shoo them off to get ready and you start putting the last touches on the picnic basket you had prepared the night before. Also grabbing a nice big outdoor blanket, some sunscreen, and some snacks because if you know your loves and you do, you know that they will certainly get hungry again before it’s time for lunch.

The boys come back into the living room and you whistle at them in their outfits. Steve smiles bashfully and puts his hands in his pockets while Bucky smirks and gives you a little twirl showing off your choices.

“Thanks for the fashion expertise Sugar.”

“What can I say, I love taking care of my boys.” You shrug before handing the picnic basket to Bucky along with his sunglasses a hair tie and a baseball cap. You hand the backpack with all the other stuff in it to Steve along with his hat, wallet, and phone. You grab your purse off the counter and place your own sunnies on your head before clapping your hands together. 

“Alrighty Gents, who is ready for the best date day they’ve ever had.” You grab one hand from each of them as they take their rightful places at your side and lead them out to the black SUV you arranged to take you to the pier. 

The morning is going well, Steve and Bucky walk hand in hand with you up and down the boardwalk, looking and laughing at all the dumb junk in the tourist shops that line each side of the pier. Bucky begs you both to stop for ice cream and you can never say no to him so you do, continuing your day now each holding a cone in your hand. You drop Bucky’s hand to hold your own ice cream and he looks downright offended before you point out that he was the one who wanted ice cream in the first place.

Walking the boardwalk was nice, it was a perfect day too. Not too hot and with a nice breeze that made everything look so beautiful. The trees sway and the birds are flying. Your boys stay by your side the whole time and the three of you walk and talk, you go up and down the pier before you start guiding them to the spot on the beach you had scoped out earlier. You don’t stop the conversation and just take in the time you had with your lovers, cherishing these quiet days when none of you had anything to do but love each other. 

Eventually, you happen on the spot, it's a little further down the beach from all the people which affords you the privacy you need. Being with two heroes is nice in a lot of ways and not so nice in some others. People recognize your boys all the time and usually, it's not a problem, most of the public is super nice and doesn’t take up a lot of time but you really just want today to be the three of you, with no interruptions and no random people coming up to you.

You task Steve with setting out the blanket and Bucky with finding some rocks to weigh down the edges. He quickly pecks your lips before giving you a joking salute and setting down the beach. When the blanket is all set out and secured you sit down with the basket and begin pulling things out. Starting with the cooler that holds the sparking white wine and the strawberries that you had already cut. You pull out a container of turkey and cheese pinwheels, some chips and salsa, deviled eggs which Steve loves, and lemon bars which Bucky loves. As you reach in to grab the last container your hand meets something wet and sticky and you groan.

“Why’s it… sticky?” You pull your hand out along with the broken plastic container full of chopped watermelon and make a face at the residue on your hand. Bucky laughs at the look on your face and takes the watermelon from you. Steve jumps into action and begins looking in the backpack you packed for any napkins or wet wipes but before he can find them, Bucky takes your hand in his and runs his tongue down the side of your wrist licking up the juice. 

You pull your hand from him and give him a look, “Now my hand is sticky and covered in spit, thank you, James.”

“Just trying to help Sugar.” He winks at you.

“No, Stevie was trying to help,” You take the wet wipe from his outstretched hand, “You were being a perv.”

“I told you Sugar, when you’re around I’m… motivated.”

“You need to be motivated to eat all the food I packed because it’ll go bad before we get back home.”

“It looks great Sweetheart, thank you for making everything.” Steve, grabs one of the pinwheels you made and takes a bite, moaning a bit at the taste.

“Damn it Steve, now I’m… motivated.”

“I can help you with that Sugar.” Bucky wiggles his eyebrows at you. 

“I appreciate the offer Honey, but I don’t want sand to get all up, everywhere.”

“Fair enough Sugar.”

The three of you spend several hours lounging around the beach, you don’t have anything else planned until dinner later so you let yourself relax a little bit. The boys have no problem finishing all the food you packed and after a while of just sitting and watching the waves, they get a little restless. 

You smile and shake your head. You really do know your boys. You pull the backpack closer to you fishing out the frisbee you brought and a book for yourself. You toss the plastic disk at Steve, “Go crazy you too.”

They practically jump up and start running a little ways away from the blanket lest you accidentally get caught in the crossfire. Sometimes you forget that they haven't had much time to be young, the war stole so much from them and neither of them has had the chance to let go in a really long time. 

They play and you read for another hour or so, you occasionally take glances at them. They’ve graduated from just tossing the disk back and forth to trying some trick shots. Their laughter lifts your heart and sticks a smile firmly on your face. 

What drops your smile though is the sudden darkening of the sky and the water that falls from the heavens shortly after. Your book gets splattered with a couple of drops at first and you glance up at the sky, cursing lightly. It wasn’t supposed to rain today, you double and triple-checked the weather before you left. 

It certainly wasn’t supposed to start absolutely pouring, it’s like the sky opened up and in a single moment you and everything around you were soaked. 

The boys run back towards you as you scramble to start packing everything back up. They help and in a few minutes, the three of you are once again, hand in hand except this time you’re sprinting down the beach back toward the bridge you had passed earlier. You practically collapse once you’re under the shelter. Dropping everything in one big pile and falling backward into the sand. 

The boys look at you in concern for a few seconds before you just start bursting out in laughter. You look like a drowned rat you’re sure but they still look at you with heart-eyes. They sit down next to you and start laughing along with you. The rain only lasts for a few more minutes, departing just as quickly as it arrived.

“Looks clear Sugar, we can go.” Bucky pulls the backpack onto his shoulder and stands, offering you his hand to pull you up.

“Damn, we can’t go to the diner dripping wet and covered in sand.”

“How about…” Steve starts, “We head home, take a shower get changed, and order a pizza from that place in the city you like. Then we can watch a movie and snuggle on the couch for the rest of the night.” He pulls you into his chest, looking down at you and pushing some wet strands of hair off your neck.

“That sounds fantastic Stevie, what do you think Buck?” You turn to look at him.

“I just want to spend time with you, I don't care where.”

“Sap.” You throw at him. He just shrugs and walks closer to you and Steve, wrapping his arms around you both and placing a kiss on the side of both of your heads. 

“Alright,” you go to pull out your phone, “I’ll call the car and we can head home.

The car doesn’t take long to meet you back at the entrance to the beach, you make a mental note to apologize to the driver for getting sand on the seats and add a couple of bucks to the tip you had planned.

When the three of you get home you do just as Steve said. All three of you make your way to your bathroom, you strip out of your still kind of wet clothes and climb into the shower together. You each take turns washing each other, sharing kisses, and cleaning all the sand from your bodies. 

You get out and put on some pajamas, a pair of loose cotton shorts, and a tank top along with a pair of socks that have dinosaurs on them. You had bought a pair of them for each of you as a simple no reason kind of gift. 

You make your way out to the living room where Steve and Bucky have already begun setting up, lighting some candles, and putting your favorite and most soft blanket through a quick cycle in the dryer to get it nice and toasty.

“Alright Sugar, the pizza is on its way the couch is set up for some serious snuggling action all we need now is our girl and a movie to watch.” He pulls you down so that you are lying across both him and Steve, your legs propped up on Steve’s legs. He immediately grabs ahold of your calves and starts massaging the flesh there. 

Steve puts on Muppets from Space, one of the hundreds of movies on the list he and Bucky have to still watch and he dims the lights with his phone.

“You know, I wanted to take care of you guys today, this isn’t really fair.” You spoke out into the room.

“You do take care of us Sweetheart, every day you take care of us.”

“Yeah sugar, you took care of everything today, you scheduled the car for an hour later, you packed some of our favorites, you brought a frisbee and you had planned a nice dinner at the place we love. It’s not your fault the day got messed up by some rain.”

“Still, I almost got everything perfect.”

“Sweetheart, every day with you is perfect whether or not we end up soaking wet and covered in sand.” Steve squeezes your thigh to drive his point home.

“I love you guys.” You sit up to give each of them a kiss.

“We love you too sugar, now hush I want to find out what kinda creature Gonzo is.”

“I take it back, I love Stevie, I tolerate you.” You stick your tongue out at Bucky.

“Brat.” the two of them say in unison, voices laced with affection.

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Not My Type Pt. 2

(The look on Steve’s face when he realizes what your doing 😭)

Part 1 Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size F!Reader x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2,623

Summary: Your night couldn’t get any better.

Warnings: sub!bucky, no explicit smut, but suggestive themes.

Tags: @mereptt @mcira @blackhawkfanatic @misz-adrii @f-1-refly @bbhaughen

You couldn’t feel your legs. They were completely numb from the cold. Steve showed no signs of even having a chill. Meanwhile you were reduced to hobbling one leg after the other, only 5 blocks in.

Focusing on the walk, and keeping your breath even; so Steve doesn’t notice how winded you were, sobered you even more than the cold. You now realized your situation. Confidence boost drained as soon as Bucky was out of sight.

You’re grateful when traffic causes you to stop at a crosswalk. You bury your arms under each other and try to stay warm in place. Steve noticed you shivering 10 minutes ago. He didn’t have a jacket to give you so he knew making it home was the best option for warmth.

He didn’t expect to stop, and have a moment to do something about it. He quickly wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing his full body against you. Your legs were still cold but he provided more than enough heat to warm you. You didn’t mind that no words were shared between you the whole walk, he didn’t seem to either, still smiling when you made it back home.

Climbing the stairs to your door, you search for words to say. Are you both seriously going through with this? Did Steve mean it? Sweat was forming on your palms, you noticed when your keys almost slipped out of your grasp, or maybe it was the trembling.

“I-“ you begin, instantly being cut off. “We should talk, inside.” He says, and your heart drops. He regrets it, of course he does, that’s your luck. You knew it was too good to be true. “No need, I get it.” You say, dropping your head.

“I just can’t do this to Bucky.” he says, sitting down on your couch when you made it inside. You were confused, you thought you were doing this because of Bucky. “What?” Him not being into you was less confusing.

Steve sighs, “I like you, and I wouldn’t mind making you forget all about some asshole at a bar.” Your cheeks flush, you knew he meant fucking you till all you could think about was him. “If that asshole wasn’t Bucky, and I didn’t know just how much he really does care about you.”. Oh.

“Let me get this straight, you’re defending him now?” You stand in front of him, placing your hands on your hips. He has to look up to you. “Don’t stand there like that and yell at me, it only makes me want you more. It’s making this harder than it has to be.” You scoff, “Okay Steve, my brain is literally going to explode if you don’t start talking.” You sit down on your coffee table, letting your knees brush his.

As if this is harder for him. You were dragged into a bar to embarrass yourself by friends that meant well. You found out your work crush wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot poll. You somehow told said crush off in an alley after kissing Captain America. Your night couldn’t get any more rough.

“I know he likes you, he might deny it, but I can see the way he looks at you. He has a weird way of showing it, I know. But tonight, I just kept pushing him and I know he regrets what he said. He’s just degrading you to cope with having actual feelings.” He now takes his turn to face the ground, not being able to meet your eye.

“The way he talked about you didn’t sit right with me. I was trying to show him that looks don’t matter, we looked pretty good pressed together in that alley, and I know he saw that.” He paused, thinking over his words.

“I do like you, I don’t want you thinking any different. But I don’t want to carry on with this if Bucky still has a chance, it wouldn’t be right.” You can tell how sincere he is being, and it has you already forgiving Bucky without even receiving an apology from the man himself.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, Steve.” You rub your sweaty palms on your bare knees. “I can’t just pretend like he never said that. I can see that how much your friendship means. It’s no hard feelings, really. But I wouldn’t put myself in a position where Bucky could hurt me again, if you paid me.” You laugh, getting fully used to douche bag guys.

Steve nods his head, understanding that you owe neither of the men a thing. “He would have to crawl in here on his hands and knees begging for a chance with fatty.” You shrug your shoulders, keeping your integrity.

“That could be arranged.” He smiles, breaking up the tension with dopey grin. You mentally face palm. “Go for it tiger, but I won’t be a part of it.” You give him a thumbs up, and suddenly you’re exhausted.

“Tonight’s obviously not happening, and I have to be in your office with everyone else in,” you squint at the clock on your microwave. “, 7 hours. So, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, leave my apartment Captain America.” You pat the side of his knee, reassuring him that you’re being lighthearted.

“Fine, but I will see you at 8 sharp.” He says, standing from the couch and making his way to your door. You follow behind him, needing to deadbolt it. “Why is he the way he is?” You blurt out, figuring Steve’s the only person who could answer that question.

“If you find out I’d love to know.” He throws his hands up. “People like to think I’m close to Bucky, but he never let anyone in after he was deprogrammed. Not even me, so I think he’s just having a hard time letting feelings for you in, his brain won’t let him.”.

“Why go after my weight?” You ask, as if Steve answers for him. He shrugs “Cause it was basic, and cliché. Made it seem like something was wrong with him, not you. I’ve tried to wrap my head around the new word, ‘fatphobia’ but I can’t, it seems like a personal problem that people project onto other heavier people.” How was he real? Steve Rogers continues to amaze you with every word that falls from his lips.

When Steve opens the door you both come face to face with Bucky. Standing there, having followed you home. Staying a hundred yards back, watching your every move. He stood outside and heard every word shared between you and Steve.

He knew the only thing he could do to make it right. So he did, wordlessly dropping to his knees on your doorstep. “What are you doing here?” Steve tries to interject, but you press your hand to his chest, needing him to be quiet for a minute.

You can’t break eye contact with Bucky, unable to believe what he’s doing. His eyes are red, cheeks stained with tears. A smug smile falls on your lips and you pull Steve along with you as you walk backwards. Giving Bucky room to step into the house.

He leans forward, placing both palms on the carpeted entryway. Your hand on Steve’s chest can feel the shallow breaths he was taking. But you couldn’t think to hard about him right now, Bucky was crawling on his hands and knees towards you, with giant blue puppy dog eyes, that literally leaked with regret.

Once Bucky made it to your feet, he sat back on his heels, holding his hands in his lap. “I’m sorry.”, his eyes fill with more tears, “Everything Steve said was right.” He sighs, looking over to his friend.

“I don’t know how to let people in. I’m insecure, and possibly the dumbest man alive.” He reaches out and grasps your hand, needing you to feel his sincerity. His eyes set hard, having difficulty admitting the next part, “You scare the shit out of me.”.

You let out a laugh, breaking up the tension in the room. “I scare you?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as loud as it did, but you were still upset. He nods, pressing his eyebrows together. “Yes.”. He comes closer to you, till his chest bumped against your knees. He held both hands now, “Please, forgive me, I’ll do anything. You’re the only person in this new world that makes me feel, anything. After I was deprogrammed, you were the only thing that felt normal, like home. Not Brooklyn, the past.” He takes your stoicism as an invitation to rest his hands on your thighs, wanting to physically connect with you while he rips himself open.

“The way you smelled of honeysuckles.” He presses his face against your stomach, inhaling deeply. “Red lipstick always on hand, making your smile brighter than any I’d ever saw. The way you walked up to me on your first day, so brave and confident. You remind me of home and it’s scary.”.

Your heart sank. This whole time, this is how he felt? All the harsh staring and denial was just, homesickness? You look down and feel yourself begin to feel guilty, even though you’ve done nothing wrong. “I didn’t know.”.

Steve, who had stayed silent this whole time, face set in stone, finally speaks up. “No, you didn’t know. So don’t feel bad. Again, it’s his fault for being dumb.” He steps closer to the two of you, starting to feel possessive over you. He wasn’t going to let Bucky get by with a half hearted apology. He could tell he was holding something back.

“I don’t believe it, you’re scared of her because she’s perfect for you?” He squats down to Bucky’s level, trying to intimidate him. Bucky looks between you, not sure if he should answer him. You raise your brow, letting him know Steve peaked your interest.

“Everything I’ve ever known or loved is gone, relics of the past. I’m scared that you might go away too, if you got too close to me.”.

Steve was visibly hurt. Did he not remind Bucky of home? He’s known Bucky his whole life, why couldn’t he let him in? He knew Steve wasn’t going anywhere. The Captain stayed silent, knowing tonight was about the hurt Bucky caused you, not him. He would pay for Steve’s emotional wounds later.

Before he can plot anything in his mind he’s being pulled up from the floor by you. “What do you think his punishment ought to be, huh Stevie?” When he looked at your face all he could see was deviance. Playing along, he pinches his chin in thought. “Hmm, you know, I’d hate to leave without finishing what we started earlier.”. He spins you to face him, letting his hands find the curve of your ass.

“I like that idea.” You bat your eyelashes at him. Your raise yourself up on your tippy toes and kiss him, tangling your fingers in his hair. You hear a whine from the floor beside you. Bucky’s face is red and you can tell he’s confused. “You sit there and be a good boy, then I’ll forgive you and maybe even let you touch me.”. You say, letting both Steve and Bucky know, you’re not the same person in the bedroom.

You loved degrading men. In your everyday life you might come across as sweet, unsuspecting, inexperienced. But you weren’t, there’s no shortage of men wanting a woman to dominate them. You’d never had the pleasure of using one this far out of your league.

Tonight, you were going to take advantage of it. Seeing Bucky crawl on his hands and knees lit a fire inside of you. You didn’t need to hear his apology at that point. Everything after it was pure showmanship. The performance of your life.

The morning came before you knew it. Your 7am alarm blaring through your studio apartment. Steve and Bucky left earlier, waking you up with goodbye kisses, but your foggy, half asleep brain barely registered that they left. You wore your hair down today, letting last nights curls be free. You didn’t opt for makeup, knowing the intense winter training would melt it off anyways.

When you make it to work, you see a lot of sunglasses. “Is everyone hungover?” You ask Natasha who’s nursing a black coffee. “Almost everyone.” She nods towards the two super soldiers standing behind Steve’s desk.

You blush when Steve gives you a wide smile, hoping no one in the office noticed. But of course Wanda senses the change in your footsteps and the buzzing reverberating off of you. She sits beside you in the semicircle of chairs, leaning over to whisper “I’m gonna need details.” She nudges her shoulder with yours, teasing you.

Before you could retaliate, Steve starts the debrief. “Winter training, gotta love it.” The whole room groans as Steve laughs. “I won’t keep you too long, I know you all have a long day ahead of you. But I like to think a good ole pep talk is the best thing for a team.”.

You roll your eyes. You liked Steve, but boss Steve was exhausting. You press your forehead on Wanda’s shoulder, you both hated this cringy kind of thing. “I’d like to remind you all why we train so vigorously. Teamwork. We all preform better together. We have to constantly be adapting to eachother, our strengths, and weaknesses.” He looks into each of your coworkers eyes, trying to drive his point.

“We change, just like the seasons, so pay special attention to your training partner today. They might teach you something new.” The inspirational speech was enough to have you wanting to go back home and go back to sleep, something you only received 3 hours of.

“Wanda, Sam, and Bruce, I want you guys down at the lake. Yelena, Natasha and Clint, go to the helipad, further instruction will be waiting.” He looks at the tablet infront of him, reading off bullet points.

“Y/N, Bucky and I are scheduled to be in the gym. Peter and Vision are already with Tony and Rhodes in the lab. Any questions?” He dismisses everyone after that. He changed it. So smoothly that no one noticed, you’d been scheduled to be at the lake with Wanda and Bruce. Of course Sam wouldn’t protest the change up, Steve just had to ask nicely.

When everyone shuffled out of the room, Wanda reminded you she wanted details over lunch later. Once everyone was gone you were suddenly aware that you were left alone with them. You were blinded by lust last night, not realizing the position you put yourself in. Were you with Bucky now? His confession was pretty serious. Were you with both of them? Was it a one night stand? Are they done with you now that they’ve had their fun? A million questions ran through your head while you waited by the door.

“Ready?” Bucky opens the door for you, ushering you into the hallway. You give him a tight lipped smile, not knowing how to interact with him not on his knees. You definitely weren’t the same person in the bedroom. Your regular self was awkward and embarrassingly nice at times. Would either of them still want you, once they see how different you could be?

They knew you before, and even liked you before. But now they have something else to base it off. Was your dominance too much for a long term thing with them? You have a feeling you’re about to find out, as you all pile into the small room with a wall of mirrors and elliptical.

[dimlylittorch]

I’m gonna be so real rn I don’t even know what this is. it’s Steve rogers fluff and smut and comfort and playfulness and strangers to friends to lovers but also strangers to lovers- let me know if yall are even able to decipher it (4.8k)

18+ drabble MDNI

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Steve Rogers x roommate!pre-op!transmasc!chubby!reader

warnings: terms like boycunt, pussy, clit, good boy, princess at one point, etc. reader is more like a fem gay guy (no i didn’t make this with myself in mind whatever could you mean-)

Steve Rogers who decides to try and live a normal life away from the avengers, wishing he could just be a guy again- not Captain America. He’s looking for apartment listings when he sees yours! You have a 2 bedroom 1 bath, looking for a roommate to split the rent with. Just a normal guy looking for a (hopefully) normal guy to live with and pick up after himself. Normal! Steve could do normal. Right?

Well.. when the two of you decide to meet up at a pizza place, Steve wasn’t prepared for how much it felt like a date. Back in his day if you were having a nice meal with a stranger? Yeah, that’s a blind date. He wasn’t used to the whole transfer between online chatting into in person meeting. It was a big change for him to adjust to. You’re also not quite what he expected. Not that that’s a bad thing! You’re just- not what he was envisioning. You’re very.. cute.

You sit across from him at the table with a wide, infectious smile that doesn’t seem to waver. Your eyes are full of interest and have a little spark that he didn’t see in people very often. You were also a little more feminine than he was expecting. Your voice was sweet, and you were wearing a cute pair of cargo pants with a turtle neck, boots and a jacket. If he saw you from afar, he might’ve mistaken you for a woman- but you said you’re a man- so you’re a man. Simple as that. And he couldn’t deny how your smile made his own spread wider, and how your kind demeanor left him a little caught off guard. It wasn’t every day he met the personification of an angel on earth.

“I’m so glad you’re interested in the place” you say sweetly as you take a bite of your pizza, your foot gently swaying under the table as your leg rests crossed over the other. “I honestly haven’t gotten a lot of offers so far, so I was excited when you texted me.”

He smiled softly as he took a bite of his food, his eyes never leaving your soft form. “It’s hard to find a roommate these days” he lies through his teeth, knowing the second he saw you he was never going to stay anywhere else. “And you sounded really nice from your advert.” He smiles.

His heart speeds up slightly when he sees how your grin widens at his words. “Aw, really? I tried to make it sound inviting- I want my roommate to feel comfortable with me, you know?” You smile sweetly. “So- we should probably discuss a few things.”

He nods at your words, reaching for his drink to take a sip before setting his food aside completely. He could practically hear his mom reminding him of his manners, to pay full attention to whoever he was speaking to- especially a nice man like you. “Of course” he smiles as he lets his eyes trail over you whenever you’re not looking.

He watches as you wipe your hands off on a napkin, pulling out your phone and opening up a list- probably things to ask him. “Okay- so” you start to say as you pick up a small piece of pizza, about to take a bite. When you look up to meet his gaze, you freeze slightly when you see how his full attention is on you- he’s not even eating. You can’t help but crack a smile, a little laugh falling from your lips. “Don’t worry- you can still eat” you chuckle. “I’m just going to he asking yes or no questions for the next few minutes, don’t let your food get cold.”

His face flushes ever so slightly before looking down at his food, hesitantly grabbing a piece of pizza for himself and taking a bite. ‘Anything to please you.’ He thinks to himself. “Are you okay with pets?” You ask as you look at him, pulling him from his thoughts. He nods yes. “I’ll cut a deal with you- I do all the laundry and you do the dishes. That sound cool?” You grin.

He chuckles at the thought before nodding. If you asked him to do everything he’s not sure he would even mind. He was a super soldier after all. “Fine by me.” He muses.

He watches as your smile fades slightly after you read one question in particular, your eyes darting over his form for a moment. “Um.. this one is kind of a heavier question.” You say softly as you set your food down, holding a napkin in your hands as you look across the table at him. “I’m.. trans. A trans man, I mean. Is that a problem?” You ask softly, your voice more vulnerable than he expected.

“Trans?” He says softly, tilting his head slightly like a puppy would. “Well- I doubt it would matter” he chuckles softly. “But could you remind me what that is?” He asks. He knew he’d heard it before- but it had been a while.

You breathe a small sigh of relief when you see his smile, gently reaching to fiddle with your sleeves. “It- it basically means I’m female.” You explain softly. “But I feel like a guy.. so I live as a guy.”

His eyes scan over you for a few moments in thought. That made sense- why he could’ve mistaken you for a woman. “Can I ask something? If you don’t mind.” He murmurs. When you nod, he clears his throat slightly. “You.. still seem to be more.. feminine. With- your clothing- and mannerisms I mean. I hope that wasn’t rude- I just.. want to understand.”

You smile softly, looking at him with appreciation- maybe of his honesty? “There’s a difference between being feminine in a woman way and in a gay man way” you say with a small chuckle. “I’m feminine in a gay man way. But.. sometimes it comes across as in a woman way. It’s a tricky thing to master.”

He tilts his head slightly as he absorbs that information. He’d definitely seen a few men on the feminine side- who now that he thinks about it may have been gay. Wait- that meant you were gay? That sparked up a shit ton of internal dialogue for Steve. But the one thing that kept popping up was ‘am I his type?’

“That makes sense” Steve smiles after a moment. “And it doesn’t bother me at all.”

Maybe a week later, Steve was moving in. You had quickly become friends, as it turned out you perfectly fed off of each others humor. You may have been a lot smaller than him, but you insisted on helping- even if you weren’t the best helper. While he moved the larger boxes, you sat on the floor of his room trying to assemble a bookshelf for him. Of course he lent you his tools- but you didn’t know how to confess to him that you had no idea what you were doing. Trying to figure out how to get the drill bit out was hard, okay?

After a little while Steve walks in, his smile faltering when he sees you haven’t made much progress. “Having trouble, princess?” He grinned playfully as he leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. “Princess in a boy way, of course” he smirks.

“Shut it” you mutter as you try for the fifteenth million time to change the drill bit. “It’s your drill, not me.” You scoff as you set it aside before picking up the bookshelf instructions again.

He walks over slowly, crouching down and picking up the drill. With a quick noise, he pops the drill bit out like it’s nothing. “It’s the drill, hm?” He smirks down at you.

You scoff, snatching the drill from him. “Not all of us can be mister manly” you mutter, making him laugh.

He grins down at you, sitting next to you as he grabs the instruction manual from your hands. “So you’re saying you have to be manly to build furniture?” He teases.

You huff, stealing the manual back from him. “I’m saying that not all of us were meant to be the homemakers” you mutter as you flip through the pages of the little book.

He grins at your words, cocking his head slightly. “So you can’t build it because you’re gay.” He smirks.

Your eyes narrow as you turn your head to look at him, another huff leaving you. “If every gay could build a bookshelf it wouldn’t be special anymore!” You scoff, tossing the book towards his head, which he quickly dodges.

He quirks up an eyebrow when he hears your words, a smile slowly forming on his lips. “So if you build it.. it’s more special because usually you can’t build it.” He grins.

With a stubborn pout (which you always deny because no you don’t pout-) you stand up, tossing the extra drill bit to the side. “There goes your only help.” You huff, but it’s clear there’s an undertone of teasing in your voice.

Before you can walk out of the room, you hear Steve stand up. “Oh no you don’t” he grins as he starts to move to grab you. You quickly squeal, darting down the hall with a loud laugh, moving around the kitchen island, opposite from where he stood. “You promised to build me a bookshelf!” he says firmly with a grin. “No quitting.”

You can’t help but giggle as he starts to circle around the kitchen island, and you mimic his movements, trying to stay out of his reach. As soon as you get near the hallway you dart towards it, but you feel a large pair of arms grab you. You squeal playfully while he laughs, pulling you onto the couch with him. With the both of you laughing as you land on top of him, you quickly fall to the floor and carpet with a small thud, pulling Steve with you.

He places his forearms on either side of your head, laughing sweetly as he tries to stop himself. You do the same, flat on the floor underneath him with a wide grin, laughing along with him. God, he loved your laugh. It was so contagious it made a heat in his chest spread like a wildfire. When he opens his eyes after a few moments and looks down at you, his eyes widen a little.

You were staring up at him with wide eyes, face completely flushed as you laid still. He didn’t quite understand at first, until his leg moved slightly.

Oh.

Oh.

He was hard. And on top of you. Holy shit- this is embarrassing. His fucking erection is slotted right in between your legs as he holds himself over you, gazing down at you dumbly while he tries to think of what to do. But what he can’t get over? Is how cute you look like this. Hair slightly frazzled, a few beads of sweat along your brow. He could practically hear your heart beating out of your chest. Wait. Did you.. like this? Did you like his bulge pressed up against you?

Trying to act innocently he moves to get up slightly, but his hips press deeper against your own. He doesn’t miss as your eyes close for a split second, heat radiating off of your face. Before he can stop himself, he leans back down, his body blanketing over your own. He stares down at you, watching how your eyes try to look away shyly. After a few quiet moments, you hear his quiet voice.

“Do you like that?” He says softly, voice full of hesitancy and care.

When you don’t answer, he gently rocks his hips against your own again. When he hears how your breath hitches, he slows his hips down to make it last a little longer.

“Please tell me you like that.” He says faintly, eyes soft and pleading.

After a few moments of silence, he feels your arms move underneath him. When he looks down, he sees your hands slowly undoing the zipper of your pants as your eyes stay off to the side, away from his gaze. He smiles almost immediately, quickly sitting up and undoing his own pants.

As he kicks his boots off, he makes quick work of shoving his jeans down over his hips, but he pauses when he looks down at you and sees how stiff you look. Christ.. sometimes he got caught up in the moment. He watches as your hand slips beneath your pants and to your crotch, rubbing tight circles. He sees how you close your eyes to try and focus- on what? Getting wet? Surely he could do that part for you, right?

He gently slips his hand over your own into your pants, and you tense slightly at the contact. When he reaches your fingers as he moves to lay over you slightly, he closes his eyes as he feels the way you’re roughly treating your little bud. He opens his eyes again and looks down at you with a small frown. “That can’t feel very good?” He asks softly, gently moving your fingers out of the way so his can take over.

The sigh of relief that slips past your lips from his touch makes his chest flood with heat, his cheeks burning at the thought of pleasing you. He carefully massages your clit, stroking it as gently as he can, seeing how easy it is to make you squirm. “Touching yourself must’ve gotten tiring after a while.” He murmurs softly, more to himself than to you. “Without any help.. it doesn’t always feel good.” He says quietly.

Finally, your soft voice speaks up. “I don’t do it to feel good anymore” you say weakly through ragged breaths, caused by his gentle touch. “Just to let go.”

He sighs softly at your words, gently shifting his fingers down to your burning core. When he teases at your tight hole, you gasp slightly, body shivering from his touch. “Honey..” he says softly, voice laced with concern. “When’s the last time you felt good?”

His movements pause when he hears a small sniffle, quickly looking up to see tears welling up in your eyes. Concern floods his face as he pulls his hand out of your warm folds, pulling you to sit up and rest in his arms. “Hey- hey..” he says softly. “You’re okay sweet boy.” He murmurs against your hair as he holds you close. “Just need a little love, yeah? Need a little care to get you back in working order. No big deal, alright?” He says comfortingly.

When you offer a small nod he carefully picks you up, carrying you down the hall and into your bedroom. It was nice and cozy, obviously catered to make you feel safe in your own little world. “Want to call me Steve?” He says softly as he helps you get your shoes off. “Or anything you like.. pet names and all. Whatever helps baby.” He murmurs as he gently pulls your pants off for you.

Sniffing softly, you gently lifted your hips to let him pull your pants off completely. “anything?” You ask softly.

He smiles, nodding encouragingly. “Anything at all. Want me to help with that?” He asks as he gestures down to the slight wet spot on your briefs. When you look down you instantly snap your legs closed out of embarrassment, shying away from his gaze. After a few moments, he chuckles faintly when he sees your little nod. “Don’t worry- I’m mister manly, remember? I can handle it.” He grins, making you crack a smile.

With a soft smile you gently scoot back into the far corner of the bed with only the walls and a large pile of pillows, blankets and stuffed animals behind you. He smirks, getting onto the bed and crawling over your soft form. “Looks like..” he muses as he pulls his shirt off by simply reaching one hand behind his back to tug it off. “You got yourself cornered.”

Your eyes instantly shift to his chest, taking in the sight of his chiseled body. “Holy fuck” you say faintly, not even meaning to say it aloud. When he looks down at you with his head cocked slightly in confusion, you look down at yourself for a moment. “You- you know that.. I don’t look like you. Right?” You say softly. It was a dumb question, sure. But it would be a major turn off for him to be disappointed when he sees your body. “I mean- not nearly as good as you look.”

He frowns slightly as he reaches to touch the hem of your shirt. “Why would I want someone exactly like me?” He murmurs softly. “I mean.. I know I have muscles. But they’re hard- and uncomfortable.” He says faintly as he slips his hands under your shirt, feeling the soft flesh of your stomach. “You’re so soft.” He sighs contentedly. “No wonder you like those plushies so much” he murmurs, gesturing to the stuffed animals behind you. “They all feel like you. And you feel.. christ.” He whispers.

Your cheeks heat up when you feel his hands roaming over your stomach, and you can’t help but pull your shirt off with a sudden burst of confidence. You cringe when you see how your binder has rolled up some, not helping to hide any of your stomach. You quickly move to tug it down, but Steve’s hands grab your own. “No sir- let me see” he says quickly, yanking you to sit up so he can get your binder off completely.

You see how his pupils dilate more when he sees your chest, his hand reaching out to trail along your sides and stomach before anything else. You can help but lay back into the soft pile of your bed, melting into the feeling of comfort from every angle. His warm hands on your front, and your cold blankets on your back. “Steve..” you murmur softly as you take a deep breath of relaxation.

When he sees how you finally start to loosen up, he can’t help but stare down at his now exposed cock- anything but relaxed. The more his hands travel along your soft flesh, the harder his cock gets. Of course, he found every part of you attractive- especially in this moment. But when he pulled down your briefs and saw your chubby pussy? He was a goner.

He hears you gasp when he grabs your hips, pulling you up to rest against his thighs as he sits on his knees. The second he let his cock touch your warm boycunt, he could’ve sworn he’d been to heaven and back. It didn’t take long for him to start fucking against your cunt, heavy cock rubbing in between your folds, the tip always hitting your clit perfectly. He was mesmerized as he used one hand to spread your lips open as far as they could go, taking in every single crevice and bit of flesh he could. “Fuck- oh fuck” he choked out, his face growing more flushed by the minute. “You’re so goddamn soft- especially down here.” He whimpered.

You whine every time his head hits your puffy little bud, your eyes rolling back slightly. When he can sense that you’re getting a little overstimulated from the relentless feeling, he coats his cock in any remaining slick seeping from your hole before sitting you up and pulling you close. “Please let me fuck your tummy” he says weakly as his hips buck upwards, his cock dragging along your plush stomach.

You look at him slightly dumbfounded. “That’s.. something you want to do?” You ask faintly. When he quickly nods out of desperation, you offer a shy nod before resting your face into the crook of his neck to hide your embarrassment.

The second he receives a nod of approval, his hips buck upwards repeatedly, heavy cock dragging along the fat of your stomach. “Jesus christ” he says weakly. “nobody gets to do this but me, yeah?” He says faintly. “Never thought of this before- but holy fuck it feels nice. You hear me?” He grunts against your ear. “God.. pretty boy with the prettiest body.” He says against your skin as one of his hands grabs at your chest, kneading the flesh in his palm. “Gonna make me cum- just from that cute tummy.”

Staring down at his ruddy head, you can’t help but admire how pretty his cock looks with precum leaking out of the tip. Before he can cum, he begrudgingly pulls his hips away from your body, panting heavily. “can i fuck you?” He pleads as he looks into your eyes, like a puppy begging for a treat. “I’ll make you cum- over and over. Promise.” He begs.

You slowly nod, offering him the green light. You weren’t even completely sure of what you were doing anymore- just too caught up in it all to even consider that you were fucking your new roommate. When he sees your nod he flashes you a sweet grin, letting out a small chuckle of relief. Before you even know what’s happening, he has his arms around your thighs, pulling you up so your shoulders and head are against the mattress, his face right in your boycunt. One thing you definitely weren’t used to? Being used like a ragdoll.

Unable to even see much of what he’s doing, you gasp when you feel his face pressed against your cunt in its entirety. “Mm- he’s all puffy for me” he hums to himself as he buries his face into your plush skin. When you whine at the feeling, he chuckles softly. “Yeah? Tell me alllll about it” he muses as he starts to let his tongue slip over your tight hole, gently pressing into your cunt. As you gasp and try to grab the sheets to keep you steady, he hums against your pussy, the vibrations making you shiver. “Do you like that?” He muses as his hands knead at your thighs and hips while he holds you up.

“oh- f-fuck” you whimper, your back arching even though you can hardly move out of his grasp. “Steve! Slow- slow down!” you plead as he fucks your hole with his tongue, all the while his cock is throbbing in his lap. “please-“ you choke out, but your words are met to a slap to your ass, making you whine. As your mind grew foggier, you reached your hand behind your back to grab onto his cock, tugging on it to get a reaction out of him.

When he feels your hand he groans against your cunt, his hips rocking into your hand. Shifting his mouth onto your clit, he buries his face into your puffy mound, suckling around your little bud as sweetly as he can, making you preen. “Yeah- yeah, good boy” he moans against your cunt when your hips attempt to rock up against his mouth. “Your little clit can have all the attention he wants” he murmurs.

When you tug on his cock a little harder, he pulls away to look down at you, his lips covered in your slick. When he sees the look on your face, he already knows exactly what you want. “You think you can take it?” He asks with a raised eyebrow before looking back at your leaking hole. “I don’t know..” he murmurs.

When he sees how your clit twitches under his gaze, he chuckles slightly. “Please? Let me try” you say quickly, face burning hot as you can feel your pussy spilling all over itself. “I feel empty.” You confess softly, and when he sees your pleading eyes he can’t deny you.

With a soft sigh, he shifts your hips back down onto the mattress. “I won’t say no to that.” He smiles softly as he lets his hands knead at your thighs. “Any position preferences?” He asks softly as one of his hands shifts down to your boycunt, gathering up some slick and rubbing it along his cock.

Sighing contentedly when his fingers trace along your boycunt, you let yourself lay back against the mattress. “Stay close.” You whisper.

He smiles, moving his body over your own. Wrapping around you like a warm blanket, his abs press against your pudgy stomach, his knees shifting under your thighs as your legs raise to accommodate him. Before you get a chance to take a breath, his lips meet your own while one arm hooks under your own, the other tracing along your shoulder until his fingers eventually intertwine with your own. “Like this?” He whispers against your lips with a playful smirk.

You can’t help but giggle as you gaze up at him, admiring how nice he felt around you. It didn’t take long for his lips to meet your own in a deep kiss, completely dissolving any reservations you had held previously about sleeping with your brand new roommate. “Like this.” You confirm sweetly when the kiss breaks.

It didn’t take long for his hand to trail down, running over your clit for a moment and stealing your breath before slipping around his cock. Notching his head at your hole, carefully sliding back and forth to tease you just enough while you soak his cock, making him clench his teeth. “Gonna let me in, baby?” He breathes out against your neck with a groan. “I know you need it.”

Your legs subconsciously spread as much as they can, a silent invitation that makes him smirk. “Please Steve” you whispered softly against his ear, and he’s embarrassed to admit how hearing his name from your lips made his heart speed up, and his cock jump. It’s hard to resist pushing in hard and fast, his blood rushing through his ears.

“Yeah, sweetheart.” He murmurs against your skin as he sinks in slightly, his body shuddering slightly from the squeeze, denying himself too much too fast. “Talk to me, hm? Tell me how it feels- because fuck you feel good.” He groans as he presses in a little deeper.

Your nails claw at his back as you suck in a sharp breath from the stretch, burying your face against his neck with a whimper. “oh f-fuck-“ you choke out. “y-you’re so big, Steve.” You whimper as your hips mindlessly try to shift away from his own.

He chuckles lowly, pinning your body further to keep you in place. “Don’t flatter me, princess.” He bites against your neck with a smirk. “Princess in a boy way, of course.” He teases as he bottoms out, mimicking his words from earlier. When he feels you clench around him he chokes slightly, letting out a weak breath. “Christ- you’re fucking perfect, you know that?” He mutters as he rocks his hips slightly, groaning at how tight you are.

You nod slightly against his neck, holding onto him tightly as you try to steady your breathing. “c-could you-“ you stutter, choking back a moan when he bucks his hips against that little spot inside of you.

You can feel his smile against your skin, your cunt clenching around him. “Like that, baby?” He murmurs as he repeats the action, your moan making him chuckle. “Mhm.. I know what you need.” He goads.

With the repeated pump of his hips against yours, the slapping of skin against skin slowly filled the room as he picked up the pace. Every moan you let out spurred him on, and every time your boycunt tightened around him he swore he saw heaven. His thumb started to tease your little bud, tight circles making your eyes roll into the back of your head. “oh shit- steve!” you cried out, your head back against the mattress as you came around his cock.

“fuck- fuck” he grunted as his bucked his hips against your own, sitting up slightly so he could see how you creamed around his cock, milky white ring making his head spin. “Good boy- fuck!” He moaned, letting his cock spill into you as he tried to catch his breath. Letting his hands lay on either side of your head, he looked down at you with hooded eyes, watching how you took in quick breaths, eyes closed from bliss.

When you opened your eyes, you found him leaning over you with a fucked out expression. You couldn’t help but smile weakly, reaching up and ruffling his hair a little. “You’re a damn good roommate.” You chuckle.

He laughs, letting himself gently collapse on top of you. “Are you making fun of me?” He grins.

You laugh, trying to push him off of you playfully. “After the pipe you just laid? Never.”

hi guys!! i know i don’t have many followers here for the marvel content, but i’ve had this in the drafts for a while. hope you enjoyed :3

[holylulusworld]

A fresh start (6) – New Beginnings

Summary: The world is safe. Thanos is gone. What now?

Pairing: Post-Endgame!Steve Rogers x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, plus-sized reader, virgin reader, virgin Steve Rogers, fluff, implied smut, first time, romance

A/N: A short last chapter.

Written for my 16.666 followers celebration. Requested by @elle14-blog1​

Catch up here: A fresh start (5) - First dates

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“Doll?” Steve gasped. “I thought…I mean. You’re so beautiful and sweet. I can’t believe you never had a man before me. There must’ve been dozens of guys interested in you.”

“None of them were you,” you replied, gently touching his cheek. “Maybe I was waiting for the right man, and he sits right before me.”

“Same!” He hastily said. “I meant not a guy, but the right girl. I once thought I found her, but we weren’t meant to be. Now that I met you, I know what love is.”

You giggle because this is the sweetest and cheesiest thing to say. “I love you too, Stevie.”

“Thank fuck!” Steve exclaimed before kissing you softly. He moaned against you, feeling his heart flutter.

“No swear words, Captain,” you said, and cupped his face to deepen the kiss. “But I’m glad you love me too.”

Your confessions didn’t make things awkward between you and Steve. If anything, it made you both realize you have so much more in common than you thought.

His friends gave him advice and tried to strengthen his self-confidence. Steve didn’t listen. He didn’t want to lose his virginity in a hurry for the sake of having sex.

Steve wanted to do things right. He’d taken you out on dates and organized romantic dinners. Steve even went so far as to sign up for a cooking class to learn how to cook for his future wife.

One afternoon, he invited you to a romantic picnic in the park, and the next week, he enchanted you with his first homemade dinner.

You only fell harder for the charming superhero. He proved over and over again that he’s more than a handsome face. Steve Rogers is a kind soul and a sensitive man.

When you both were ready to take the next step in your relationship and after Steve assured you he was here to stay (even though you already knew that much), you let yourself fall.

Steve and you didn’t rush things. You started with soft kisses, gentle touches, and grinding against each other. You were both nervous and, to be honest, a little clumsy.

He was scared to hurt you, and you were afraid he’d be disappointed after seeing you bare for the first time. You were both wrong.

Steve couldn’t take his eyes or hands off you. And you weren’t afraid of getting hurt only because your boyfriend is enhanced. He was gentle and careful, always asking you if you felt good or if you wanted him to stop.

You clawed at him, refusing to stop now that you were finally united with the man you love.

It was worth waiting for Steve. He was a passionate yet gentle lover, and all you hoped for. Even though you ripped three condoms because your hands were busy exploring your bodies.

You laughed about it later, looking at the used and destroyed condoms lying on the ground. Because let’s be honest, Steve can do it all day and night.

Four months later you look at Steve, tears in your eyes as he kneels in front of you. His friends cheer him on as Steve asks the most important question.

“Doll, Y/N,” he whispers your name lovingly. “You’ve changed my life forever, and only because of you, I could save the world one last time. Now that I gave the shield to Sam, would you give me the honor of wearing my ring?”

Bucky and Sam held their breath as you stared at their friend for a moment. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Stunned, you watched the man you love kneel in front of you, his smile fading with every passing second.

“Fuck, what if she says no?” Bucky whispered while Sam prepared a speech to help Steve cope. “She wouldn’t do that. Right?”

“Why do you ask me?” Sam retorted the moment everyone clapped their hands. Bucky and Sam watched Steve put the ring on your finger before kissing you fiercely.

“Great! Now we missed it!” Bucky grunted.

Sam glared at Bucky. “And whose fault is it, old man?”

“Guys, are you ready to celebrate my engagement now, or do you want to fight some more?” Steve joked as you grinned as Bucky and Sam glared at each other. “Doll, I’m sorry. They come in a package with me.”

You both laughed wholeheartedly before sealing Steve’s proposal with another passionate kiss. Soon you’d be wearing not only his ring but Steve’s name too.

THE END, for now...

[ramp-it-up]

Worth the Fall

Summary: James Bucky Barnes WAS an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. You came along and knocked him on his face. Despite the fact you have questions about Bucky and your parents’ conversation at Thanksgiving, you’re hitting your groove as a couple, but there is no time for alone time.

Word count: 3.4 K

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This part of the story is getting everything caught up to a month ago, lmao. Thank you for continuing to rock with this story. And let me know if you like it (I hope you do!)

This fic is in the Knock You Down AU, and comes immediately after both You've Got Me Thinking and the Steve Rogers fic Peach III.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! Initial angst, Steve and Peach, Bucky’s anxiety. No time for nookie! Flirting Intimations of sexting and phone sex. Praise kink, fluffy Bucky, horny Bucky, dom Bucky. F@cking versus making love, wall time, sex with clothes on, raw p in v, creampie, after care, intimations of oral (f receiving!) dirty talk, Bucky applies for a second job. Not Beta'd. All errors my own.

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You walked along the sand and inhaled the ocean air.

You were shaken to the core. 

Bucky Barnes had surely just taken your parents out to ask for your hand in marriage. But it was so soon, how could he be so sure?

Also, you were an independent woman. How dare he talk to your parents before he asked you to marry him!

He wasn’t your feudal lord.

You were scared witless and turned to the waves to try and calm down. 

“He loves the hell out of you, you know.”

Steve had fallen in beside you as you stared at the ocean. You looked up at him, trying to smile, but failing. To Steve you looked terrified.

“It’s just so….”

Steve smiled to himself, remembering that Bucky had purchased the ring weeks before, after just a few days of knowing you. But that wasn’t his story to tell.

“Just know that I’ve never seen him like this. And I’ve known him since we were kids. He’s never been so open, so determined with a woman before. You make him a better man. It’s truly amazing.”

Steve looked so earnest. Your cousin had done quite a number on him.

“You don’t have to be scared. You are ‘The One’ for him.”

This time you managed a smile and an arched eyebrow. You had a feeling that he wasn’t just talking about his best friend.

Steve chuckled.

“Gah. Don’t look at me like that. You and Peach and that eyebrow.”

You laughed at that and grinned, more relaxed now.

Steve looked off into the waves himself.

“So fucking cute…”

He looked down and kicked a rock, a small smile on his face. You could tell he had it bad.

“Thanks for the pep talk Steve-o. And I get what you’re saying. I love Bucky Barnes with all my might, making every other relationship I’ve ever had seem… trivial.”

You glanced at Steve, who was nodding at your sentiment.

“I’m just spooked at the possibilities. I mean…this seems…like a lot.”

“I know. Bucky gets intense.”

You rolled your eyes at him. 

“Understatement of the year. And you’re a lot like your friend.”

Steve looked at you, one eye closed from the sunlight in his eyes. He didn’t have any sunglasses and the sun highlighted his windswept hair and the planes of his handsome face. You were squinting at him and you could totally see why Peach let him touch her goodies. 

Steve was kinda hot.

You sighed.

“Listen. I’ll be alright. Bucky and I just need to chat.”

Steve smirked.

“Chat. Is that what the kids call it now?”

You laughed and swatted him on the arm as you continued walking again.

“Fuck you, Steve. But for real. Thank you for checking on me. I appreciate it. And I love you for it. I just wish my cousin could see this side of you.”

Steve scoffed.

“Fucked that up good, didn’t I?”

“Not gonna lie, she’s kinda blinded by rage right now. But don’t give up on her. She’ll come around.”

Steve looked at you skeptically and you shrugged.

“80– 75% chance she’ll come around.”

You both laughed.

“Just remember what I said yesterday. She’s a tough nut, but she has a huge heart behind that wall. She is determined about the success of that dance school and she is competitive as fuck. You know what to do.”

Steve grinned. 

“Yes ma’am, I do.”

—-

You and Steve re-entered the kitchen laughing, you holding on to his arm. 

Peach was at the table drinking coffee and dedicated to ignoring Steve.

“Thanks again for the pep talk Steve. I appreciate it.”

You gave him a long hug and when you separated, you saw Peach’s eyebrow cocked in what you could only imagine was the way Steve described. You stifled a giggle and leaned up on your tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

“You better stop before Bucky comes back and chops me in the throat.”

Peach humphed, and you knew exactly what she was thinking.

You laughed at Steve as he headed toward the stairs, ignoring Peach right back.

“I’m gonna go get my running shoes. A turn down the beach will help me get some of this tension out.”

You watched Peach as she watched Steve roll his neck and stretch on his way out of the room, her coffee stalled in mid air. Her head was on a swivel as he walked out of the room, checking out his formidable ass. She sighed and then remembered that you were there.

You looked at her and she looked at you.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I didn’t say a word, cousin. Yet. But we will talk later. Any coffee left?”

—-

The week ended up smoother than when Bucky and Steve arrived, and before you and he and Steve left on the jet back to New York, Bucky surprised everyone with an invitation to Vermont for Christmas. 

Your heart did a funny little thing because why would he invite your entire family on an all expense holiday vacation from Christmas Eve to New Years unless he was going to…

You couldn’t dwell on what ifs, and you didn’t want to spook yourself. You just decided to appreciate the moment.

It was funny watching your cousin’s face and the corresponding look on Steve’s. Maybe this trip wouldn’t be stressful at all.

Perhaps there would be entertainment.

—---

Later, back in Brooklyn, there was a whirlwind of activity as the Rebirth Foundation geared up for the annual summit and gala. 

During the second week in December, Rebirth Endowment recipients (which included your cousin this year!) flew in, were oriented and toured around New York City. The two culminating events were the summit, held at NYU, where there was an art lecture series, a panel, and the gala. 

Steve usually participated in the summit by himself, with Sam or Natasha sometimes joining him on stage along with the city’s movers and shakers in the art scene.

But this year Bucky was participating.

He said he wanted to be more prominent in the Art community moving forward as a path toward legitimacy, and you knew that tangentially, that had something to do with you.

When you got back from Thanksgiving, there was a week to prepare for the activities. Your Arts and Culture Alliance in Brownsville, as a part of Rebirth through the Howard Benson exhibit, was a stop on the tour, and you had a ton of work to do. 

Bucky and his three partners obviously had their own long list of to dos, but he also needed to be there for Steve, who was a wreck at the thought of Peach coming into town. 

Steve was so far gone.

But James Buchanan Barnes.

You’d never seen Bucky Barnes shook. 

Sure, you’d seen him excited, impatient, horny, angry, and a little irritated, but never truly nervous.

And you shouldn’t have thought it, but it was adorable. 

Friday night, you met your cousin at the airport and witnessed the beginning of her downfall. The cocktail reception later at the hotel had her, and by proxy your own, head spinning. 

You grinned at the way Steve was handling everything. 

Bucky was beautiful and you admired him as he toasted the guests, his beautiful tenor a nice contrast from Steve’s baritone as they both gave their salutations. Only you knew how anxious he was to speak in front of people and for everything to go well. You felt privileged.

You realized that James Buchanan Barnes was a good man who just wanted to be better for you and for his community.

And suddenly you were not afraid of a future with him.

—-

During this time, you two shared brief cuddles and quick kisses, furtive touches and brief bouts of handholding when you saw each other at events. The mornings meant salacious pictures and quick phone sex to take the edge off, but you weren’t able to luxuriate in each other as you usually did.

You missed Bucky’s full attention, but the fact that you were working together on something worthwhile was the shit. You loved this man and you wanted to work beside him as an equal, not just be his sex toy.

This was the week that you fell completely in love with Bucky Barnes.

Thursday was the day of the Rebirth Art Summit and Bucky was pacing up and down his home office, reading glasses switching locations from perched on top of his head, to his delectable mouth, to his handsome face as he reviewed his notes.

You looked up from the ones in your hands with which you were quizzing him and smiled at him.

“Jamie, it’s going to be okay.”

He stopped to look at you, a faint smile on his face. He came over and pecked you on the lips and gave you a hug.

“‘M so glad you are here tonight, even though you tried to stay away.”

You sighed into his chest and took a deep breath, inhaling his Bucky smell.

“I wasn’t trying to avoid you, I was just giving you space. I know tomorrow is important to you and I don’t want to distract—”

“Frumoasă. You don’t distract from anything. If anything, you add to my life. You add so, so much. I love you. And I miss you. I want you here with me tonight.”

You melted into him, chuckled and shook your head as he held you. This feeling was crazy.

“What?”

You heard his voice in his chest, but he didn’t move, except to sway just a little, as if soothing you. It worked.

“I love you too, Bucky. And I miss you too. So much. It’s wild to feel so much in such a short amount of time.”

You and Bucky had only been together about three months, but you knew this was it.

“When you know, you know, my love. And we shouldn’t waste any more time.”

You hugged him tighter. What was understood didn’t need to be said.

He kissed the top of your head and then moved back so he could see into your eyes.

“And having you in my space while I get ready for an important event is everything.”

You looked him in the eye, thinking of sucking his dick for being such a dream.

“Bucky…”

Bucky took your hand and raised it to his lips.

“Don’t look at me like that, Frumoasă. I will be forced to fuck you all night long, something that is long overdue.”

He kissed your forehead.

“But there is much work to do.”

You cast your eyes down and whispered, “You’re right.”

Bucky took you in, looking so demure and being so patient with him. It was such a turn on.

“Such a Good Girl for me.”

You wanted to fall to your knees, but you just bit your lip and went to sit back down, crossing your legs as you began quizzing him again. 

Soon, you told your pulsing pussy. Soon.

You worked late into the night and soon dozed on the leather couch in his study. The next morning, you woke in Bucky’s bed with a sweet note on your pillow. You smiled and knew that he’d carried you to bed and held you all night long.

—--

“You look like that damn heart eyes emoji, ya know.”

You sucked your teeth at your cousin’s comment, but you didn’t pull your gaze away from Bucky up on the dias the next day at NYU. 

You were proud and in awe of your man. Your smirk turned into a grin as he glanced at you and started to speak.

You were down bad. And Bucky was too. After almost two weeks with little to no physicality, your energy was at supernova strength and about to cause a black hole in the universe.

That’s how intense this thing was. 

You were wet and hard and soft in all the right places.

Bucky had to pause frequently for the interpreter, and it gave you a chance to make googly eyes at each other. You ignored Peach’s subtle retching noises as you concentrated on Bucky. But you cut your eyes over to her while Steve spoke and found her visibly eye fucking him. You smirked when she noticed you noticing.

“Bucky is pretty much the man.”

She was trying to distract you. You laughed.

“Fucking-A.” 

You nodded up at the stage.

“Steve is the shit too.”

You were shocked as hell when she responded.

“He’s amazing. I had no idea everything that he does. Have to say, I’m impressed.”

You elected not to tease her about her response. It seemed as if Steve was working the plan.

You resumed watched as Bucky did his thing. He was glowing, handsome and impressive as hell. No one would believe he was as introverted as he was. But he was flourishing in the spotlight, seemingly born for his. He exuded confidence. 

It was such a turn on.

—-

Bucky watched you watching him and talking to your cousin and knew your tells. You were probably wet and ready for him. He briefly thought of what he was going to do to you later before he refocused on the task at hand. Knowing you were there for him was such motivation.

When he made his way back over to you, you were an angel, giving him a huge hug and exclaiming, “You were so fucking good up there, Jamie! I’m so proud of you.”

Bucky felt his heart explode and although someone was pulling him away from you, he mouthed a promise in your direction.

—-

“Later...”

You definitely read those sexy lips and your heart started racing. You looked around for your cousin, expecting to be roasted, but she was nowhere to be found. You shrugged and made your way to the subway, assuming that she was gathering with the other recipients. There was more work to do in Brownsville and you were busy anticipating the night.

You waited all day for Bucky’s text to tell you what time Nico was picking you up, but it never came. The rest of the day flew by and by the time you were walking home, daydreaming of dressing up for the gala tomorrow night and what Bucky might wear, you happened to check your phone and saw messages he’d sent just 10 minutes before:

You looked so good today. Especially this morning. Good enough to eat.

I’ll be at your place in 30. Wear that bra, no top, that skirt, no panties, and those heels.

You blushed and thought of the mirror selfie of the cream lace lingerie set you were wearing underneath your cream colored cowl neck sweater and grey wool pencil skirt that matched your grey wool coat.

Yes, Daddy, you replied and picked up the pace to make it to your brownstone ahead of him, your heart beating a mile a minute.

You thought you were prepared when you opened the door after Bucky knocked, but you weren’t.

In fact, you were shaking with anticipation.

There he was, bundled up from the cold, but those blue eyes sparkling down at you.

Bucky stared at you for a beat, and then walked toward you, taking your face in his hands and backing you up against the entryway wall, kicking the door closed behind him.

“My Frumoasă. So good. So perfect”

And then he leaned down and kissed you.

—-

Bucky had the strangest thought as you opened your door.

I’m home.

Although this was not his place, he realized that you were his home and that he couldn’t wait to make you his wife. His eyes swept down your form, pleased that you had followed instructions. You were such a badass, capable woman and partner and he just had to be inside you soon. 

He complimented you and his cock stiffened as your mouth parted in desire. He knew your praise kink very well. Bucky cradled your beautiful face and moved inside to kiss you.

His demanding mouth parted your trembling lips, sending tremors through your body. You clung to the lapels of his coat to tether you to earth as his tongue invaded your mouth. You suckled it, previewing what you wanted to do with his cock later. 

He pulled away, his bright blue eyes blazing, and his jaw clenched so tight as he shrugged out of his winter coat. If you didn’t know him so well, you’d think he was angry, but the look was desire. 

And only for you. You grew warm from the inside out.

“I can’t wait. Wanna make love to you, but I have to fuck you now.”

Bucky bent his knees and grabbed your thighs, prompting you to wrap your legs around him and hold on to him as he walked you over to your couch.

You attacked his face as you were sat down firmly on the bulge in his pants and Bucky accepted your assault, chuckling as you kissed him from his hairline, to his forehead, down his nose, each cheek, skipping over his lips to his stubbly dimpled chin and finally back to that mouth. When he kissed you again, his hands were everywhere, starting at the nape of your hair, pulling so your neck was exposed as his mouth moved down to mark you up, then trailing down to your fine lace bra cups.

Bucky palmed your full breasts, weighing them in his hands and watching your face as he twisted your nipples. You nipples tightened under his touch and you arched your back, moving and giving him a view of what was underneath your skirt. He admired your ardor, you squirming and moaning on his lap.

It was his dream come true.

“So fucking hot, Frumoasa. I’ve been craving you. All day. All week. Ever since Thanksgiving. Since I first laid eyes on you.”

“Bucky…need you.”

You grasped the lapels of his jacket as his hand traveled down your torso and as he leaned down to travel under the hem of your skirt. Your soft fingers peeled his jacket away and unbuttoned his shirt. You opened it and ran your hands down his chest, rubbing his nipples with your thumb and trailed your hand down to his happy trail and proceeded to try and undo his belt buckle.

Bucky grew hot at the warmth of your thick thighs and the way your cunt was so hot that he could feel it through his pants. 

He had to have it. 

Panting now and desperate, Bucky tugged your skirt up, flashing your bare pussy, but it was difficult to get rid of because it was still buttoned. It slipped out of his hands and he grunted in frustration.

“Ah, poor baby…” 

You leaned forward, brushing the locks of hair that had fallen into his flushed face, grazing your nipples across your chest with a sexy smile.  Bucky whimpered and you smirked at his desperation. You slowly reached behind you to your zipper, pushing your chest toward Bucky’s face. He licked his lips and pulled your bra cups down, causing your warm breasts to spill out and his hands to be drawn to them again like magnets as he watched you loosen your skirt.

When you grabbed the hem to bring it over your head, he released you, watching as the fabric moved above your crotch.

Your pussy. Fuck.

Bucky could never get enough of staring at it, the dark petals, which were spread open for him as you sat on his lap were calling his name. He licked his lips, suddenly parched.

“What are you thinking about, Bucky?”

You had a pretty good idea, but you wanted, no needed, to hear Bucky’s voice right now. You reached behind you again as you unclasped your bra and suddenly you were naked on an essentially fully dressed Bucky Barnes.

It was sexy as hell. 

“I’m thinking that your pussy is a work of art, Frumoasă. It’s perfect. I’m thinking that I want to spend at least eight hours a day between your legs, make you cum over and over again, make you beg me to stop, and to start again. How I want you to taste you and make you squirt so I can swallow you down…”

You moaned and started grinding on his bulge, causing Bucky to curse.

“Damn, Baby. You’re gonna make me jizz in my pants like a teenager.”

Bucky grabbed your ass and reached between you to tease your clit, feeling how wet you were.

“Fuuuuuck, you’re so wet.”

Bucky’s eyes rolled as he grabbed your waist and lifted you to your knees on either side of him as he unzipped his pants and pulled them and his underwear just down past his ass to get his cock out. He grabbed your cheek as he stroked himself and rubbed his thick cock head in your juicy pussy.

“Fuck me Frumoasa. Slide down this dick for me.”

You brushed Bucky’s hair off his forehead again as you nodded and started to slide down his fat, hard cock. Your head lolled back on your neck as you reached the root of him.

“Oh… Bucky… Fuck….”

You could feel Bucky pounding inside you, long thick cock battering your cervix and you whined, leaning back and working your hips as Bucky fucked up into you and thumbed your clit while the other hand guided you up and down his dick. 

His jaw was clenched and his eyes were shining as he looked up at you. You knew he was close and you couldn’t take it.

He started to speak and you knew it was over.

“Frumoasă. I-I’m gonna need you to… oh holy fuckkkkkk!”

His stutter made you start to cum.

As soon as your pussy started spasming around him, Bucky started shooting his spend all over your warm walls causing you to convulse and hug his head to your chest. He clutched you to him, whimpering as he held onto you for dear life as he came.

He collapsed backwards, taking you with him as you became boneless in his arms. You rolled off of him and curled up on the couch as Bucky stood and untangled himself from his clothes.

You closed your eyes for a minute as he got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a warm cloth to clean you up. When he finished, he kissed your forehead and gathered you up in his arms.

“You turn me on like no one else, Frumoasă. You’re it for me. I love you.”

You cuddled into him as he lay you in your bed.

“Me too, Bucky. You’re my one. I love you, too.”

Bucky kissed your forehead again, and then proceeded to move down your body.

“Good, now. I need to clock into my main occupation. Hour one of eight.…”

—-

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[simmerandwrite]

grapefruit sidecar (part 1)

part of the Sink Into Me universe

Pairing: mob boss! Steve Rogers x plus size! reader x mob! Bucky Barnes

Summary: It was just an innocent question. You definitely didn't have any ulterior motives: “Have you ever had a threesome?” But when Steve admits something from his past with Bucky, you can't help but wonder...

Part 1: The Club | Part 2: The Penthouse

Warnings: 18+!!! established relationship (Steve x reader), MFM threesome shenanigans

Notes: here we gooooo! I don't think you *need* to read Sink Into Me to enjoy this two part series, but hey - feel free to read it! enjoy! and yes in my mind these two fuck like owen gray and small hands what who said that

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“Have you ever had a threesome?”

The question came from your lips so casually, so innocently that Steve wasn’t sure he had heard you correctly. He stilled his pen and lifted his eyes to you, curled up in the corner of the couch in his office. 

You were typing away on your phone, nursing the tail end of a hangover. Steve had insisted he could take you home to have a nap following the late brunch you shared together, but you insisted you wanted to just orbit near him for the rest of the day. 

He couldn’t say no to that. But he also couldn’t keep putting off some paperwork, so armed with an oversized iced tea for hydration, you made yourself comfortable on the couch while he worked. And now he knew exactly why you had encouraged him to get a nice throw blanket to keep at the office too. 

Steve cleared his throat, finally drawing your eyes to his. You gave him a cheeky smile. 

“And where is that question coming from?”

“Uhm,” you started slowly, sitting up a bit straighter as you put your phone down. “A weird turn of topics in the group chat with the girls.” 

Something about your smile made Steve think that wasn’t the whole truth. 

He laughed. Okay, he’d play along. “And is my response going to be the next topic in the group chat with the girls?” 

You shook your head. “I wouldn’t do that. Just because Maria loves updating us on her sex life constantly, doesn’t mean I contribute the same way. Scouts honour.” 

Steve pushed back on his chair and stood, removing his glasses as he walked over to join you. 

“Weird place for pillow talk,” he said, planting himself beside you on the couch. You were quick to adjust and cozy up at his side. “But yes, I’ve had a threesome. More than one.”

“Oooh. With who?”

One of his eyebrows shot up, scanning your curious wide eyes. “Sweetheart.”

“I mean, you don’t have to tell me. I’m just wondering how threesomes even happen. I’ve never had one, thought about it I guess but like.. who executes the idea? Do you talk about it beforehand or does it just happen? Who makes sure it’s fair?”

Steve let out a hard laugh. “When I’m involved, everyone has always had a good time. It’s been fair.”

“Okay but with who?”

He hesitated. 

“Come onnnnn. Who was it? When was it? Wait. Have you had more than one? Was it with someone I know? You know I don’t care about your history with Sharon. She probably has some attractive girlfriends.”

Steve blew out a breath. What did he have to lose here? You and him were both typically very secure in your relationship, but he still didn’t want to unintentionally hurt any feelings. 

“Okay. If you really want to know.” He shook his head, somehow confused he was even talking to you about this. “I’ve had a few. Haven’t happened in a while, usually there are just certain circumstances where… It happened organically. With a repeat participant.” 

You nodded, eager. “Whoooo?”

“Usually it was me, and that repeat participant, and a nice girl we found at the club.”

“Steve.” You groaned out his name. “Just tell me. Who is she?”

Steve’s lips grew into a small smirk as he gave you a sideways glance. “Not a she.”

You gasped, sitting up on your knees at his side. “What? Who? Oh my god, I shouldn’t have just assumed it was a woman.” You stopped your train of thought and narrowed your eyes. “Wait. Oh my god. Oh my god! Is it Bucky?”

Steve raised his eyebrows then gave you a slow nod.

“Ahh!!” You tapped your hand on his shoulder, excited. “That makes so much sense. You two have such a close friendship and honestly, that’s..” You let out a long breath, closing your eyes for a second. “That’s really hot. You and Bucky. Damn.”

Steve shifted slightly in his position, raising an eyebrow and watching as you grew excited beside him on the couch. “Sorry? That’s really what?”

“Steve.” You opened one eye and looked at him quickly. “You heard me. Listen, I’m not blind. Bucky is attractive. But don’t– I’m not, like, attracted to him. Okay, well, I am but not like that.”

“Like how then?” Steve couldn’t help but make you squirm about this whole topic now. It was something he hadn’t ever considered with you - sharing your intimacy with anyone else. Mostly because the idea of any other person on the planet even looking at you like that made him fire up with a possessive side he had a hard time hiding. But… Bucky wasn’t just anyone. 

There was a certain thrill that Bucky and Steve used to share when they’d do this together. The experiences were never really planned but Steve knew if someone caught his eye that Bucky would be interested in just as much as he was, and they were both in the mood for a little extra fun, then it was only fair to throw it on the table. They had their own signal, even. A quick side hug with a keyword dropped into the conversation, followed by a confirmation double ear tug.

It had always been a sober choice, too. 

“Stop,” you replied quietly, leaning into Steve’s shoulder again. “Forget I said anything.”

“I can forget it.. If that’s what you want.” He extended his hand to prop your chin up, encouraging you to look him in the eyes again. “But if it’s something you want to discuss further..”

You pulled back slightly. “What?” It looked like your mind was misfiring as you found your words. “But.. wouldn’t that be weird? Also.. wait. Are you – Hmm. It sounds fun but kind of scary and.. How do you even start and..” You paused and closed your eyes again. “Would Bucky even want to… with me..? Am I even his type?”

“Sweetheart,” Steve turned directly to you, grasping your hands in his. “You have no idea.”

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Steve knew the right moment would present itself. Because the millisecond you had started the conversation with him about it, he had a feeling it would happen eventually. But, it was important that the timing was just right.

Mostly because he didn’t want you to worry or panic about it. In fact, in the few conversations you and Steve had shared about the entire threesome topic, he had made it abundantly clear that you would be in charge. That was usually the method Steve and Bucky followed anyway, depending on the third person sharing a bed with them.

Really though, after all of this chatter about the possibility, Steve could see your confidence and excitement growing. You had told Steve it was his responsibility to read your energy and Bucky’s to make sure everything felt right. And Steve had suggested maybe easing into the whole thing anyways. Maybe you didn’t go all the way right away. 

But, the right moment had to arrive.

And on a very ordinary Saturday night at the club, things seemed to be aligning. First and foremost, Steve knew you were in a great mood. You had an extra day off, you’d recently finished a big project at work and Steve had even just surprised you with a shopping spree. He knew how rarely you spent money on yourself, especially for new pieces of clothing. He had been especially generous when it came to a few pieces of lingerie. 

One set specifically he knew you had on under that new dress. While the club wasn’t always your preferred location for a Saturday night, you had been the one to suggest it this time. You wanted to dance with your girls and who was Steve to hold you back?

As for Bucky, Steve knew his friend had recently gone on a few bumpy first dates. First dates that didn’t deliver because it was clear from Bucky’s on and off grumpy mood that he was pretty pent up. Steve knew it was still a shot in the dark if Bucky would want to participate, but maybe he’d want to let off some steam and have fun.

So, when it was early enough in the night that both you and Bucky hadn’t yet overindulged, Steve started to put a plan into action.

When you came back upstairs to his private area for a break from the dance floor, Steve handed you a glass of water. 

“I’m cutting you off,” he whispered into your ear.

“I’ve only had one glass of –”

“Baby..” Steve pressed a kiss against your neck. “Just trust me. You go back down and dance while I chat with Bucky.”

You let out a small gasp, reaching out to grab the lapel of Steve’s suit. “Wait. Really? Are we–”

Steve cut you off with a kiss, then motioned towards the dancefloor. You gave him a coy smile over your shoulder as you hurried down to find Wanda and Maria again.

With a deep breath, Steve ran a hand through his hair then headed towards the bar. Bucky had his back against the counter, sipping a rocks glass as he surveyed the space. Steve stopped at Bucky’s side, giving him a small nudge on the arm.

“What are you drinkin’?” Steve prompted, matching Bucky’s pose.

Bucky furrowed his brow, turning to look at Steve. “Whiskey.”

“Wanna switch it up?” Steve asked slowly, turning his head to meet Bucky’s eyes. “Maybe we split a grapefruit sidecar?”

Bucky nearly choked as he turned to face Steve directly. “What? Rogers, I’m not going to .. If you are planning to fuck this up with your girl over some other broad.. I’m going to fuckin’ kick your ass and–”

Steve brought his hands up to stop Bucky from doing exactly that. “Jesus, Buck. Don’t think so fucking little of me, punk.” Steve rolled his neck then leaned in closer. “This invite is coming from me and my girl.”

Bucky’s eyes blew open, mouth slightly agape as he looked at Steve. “Are you serious?”

Steve grinned, raising his eyebrows up for a brief moment. “You need a second to mull it over?”

Bucky blinked, clearly letting his mind catch up. He quickly discarded his glass on the bar and raised his hand to tug on his earlobe. “Stevie, you know I’d never admit to having impure thoughts about your girl but..”

Steve laughed then grasped Bucky’s shoulder. “My office. 20 minutes.”

–

Steve came and found you on the dancefloor not long after he had pitched that tonight would be the night. And holy shit, you couldn’t believe it. You were buzzing with more than just excitement - there was a flutter of nerves and impossibilities flashing through your mind too.

Even though Steve had quite thoroughly told you how much fun you’d all have, how Bucky would enjoy himself just as much as you would, if not more. Despite those reassurances, you wouldn’t believe it could even happen until, well, it happened.

Now, as you were heading to Steve’s office - there seemed to be some sort of electricity in the air. 

God, you looked hot tonight. That was helping a lot. Out of all the clothes Steve had dropped down cash for, the dress you were wearing had been one of your favourites. It hugged the curves of your body in the most perfect way, with a generous view of your chest and a short hemline that left little to the imagination. You had felt effortlessly sexy in it, especially with the lacy garments underneath threatening to peak out at the top.

Steve’s office was empty when you both arrived, the walls dulling the bass from trickling in from the club. Steve left the big lights off, opting for just lamplight and ambiance from the illuminated Brooklyn skyline seeping in. 

Before you could start nervously pacing, Steve pulled you into his arms. He was leaning against the edge of the desk and you stood between his legs.

“Hey, remember what I said before..” Steve started, slowly tracing his fingers up and down your arms as he kept eye contact with you. “If you change your mind, at any point.. You just say so. And then it’s over, no questions asked.”

You nodded. “I know. Thank you.” As much as you were trying to keep it together, you couldn’t help but giggle. “I’m excited. But I'm nervous, too. How does this start and–”

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. After a few seconds, there was a voice.

“It’s, uh, me. Bucky.”

Steve glanced down at you, giving you one last look waiting for your confirmation. You responded with a coy smile and a nod, shifting around to lean against Steve. He draped his arms around you and called out for Bucky to come in.

You had always been aware of how attractive Bucky was. You were a normal, warm blooded woman after all. But there was something even hotter about seeing him cross through the doorway, knowing full well what intentions you all shared. And the fact that Bucky looked nervous, like his confidence wasn’t guarding him as it usually did, made it all feel even better.

Fuck. These men and their suits, too. Bucky was wearing black on black on black and the way his metal arm glinted under the lamplight, you nearly choked.

Bucky shut the door behind him, glancing over his shoulder quickly to look back at Steve. You sensed Steve’s nod, because Bucky made sure to lock the door, too. Then after an awkward silence, Bucky took it upon himself to sit on the couch.

“So,” Steve started, all calm and casual as his fingertips skated against your exposed collarbone. 

All you could do was stare straight ahead at Bucky, watching him watching you and Steve. Fuck, what happened now? How did you cross this line and–

You gasped as Steve’s lips found your neckline, weakening your knees as his tongue and lips explored your skin.

“Sweetheart,” Steve paused, moving one hand down your body and toying with the bottom of your dress. “How are you feeling?”

You whimpered, closing your eyes. “G-good. Yeah, so good.”

Steve grinned against your neck, pressing another kiss under your ear. “Buck?”

You looked back towards Bucky as he took a second to reply. He was already adjusting the top of his jeans, taking in slow breaths. “Yeah, so far so..” When he bit his lip, you nearly collapsed.

Steve lowered his voice, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Baby, what do you want? You wanna help Bucky feel even better?”

Holy fuck, you did. You really did. Jesus Christ almighty, the whole concept of Steve encouraging you to put your mouth on Bucky was electric. 

“You already makin’ a mess of those nice panties, baby?” You nodded again, looking back up at Steve as he grabbed your neck. “You take care of Bucky then he’ll watch me take care of you. How’s that sound?” 

Your reply was a jumbled up moan of positivity as Steve kissed you again, hard and wet before squeezing your hips and swatting your ass. 

As you walked towards him, Bucky sat up just a bit straighter on the couch. He was still nervous but judging by how he was running his hands down his thighs, you only imagined how excited he was, too.

“Hi Bucky,” you said quietly as you very slowly got down on your knees. “Can I..” You dragged your tongue across your lips, then glanced down at his belt.

Bucky swallowed hard, sparing another glance towards Steve before looking back at you. He sucked in a breath then reached his hand out to steady your chin. “Only if you want to, doll.”

You couldn’t help but smile, genuinely. Despite being on your knees in front of him, you were grateful that Bucky was still confirming your own interest in this whole thing.

“Yes, please.” You nodded and placed your hands on his knees, slowing running them up his slacks until you met his belt buckle.

He was quick to assist you in your task, pulling at his belt and lifting his hips as you yanked on his pants and boxers. His cock was already hard and ready and you couldn’t even help yourself, immediately reaching for it.

“Fuck,” Bucky exhaled, hands clutching the couch as you ran your hands against it.

“Buck,” Steve called out from across the room. “Pillow.”

You looked up at Bucky, who was scrambling to reach out and grab a nearby throw pillow from the opposite side of the couch. Without a second thought, he lifted it to rest behind his head before Steve interrupted him.

“For her knees, you dumbass,” Steve laughed, and you couldn’t help but join in.

“Oh, fuck. Sorry,” Bucky mumbled, helping you position it under your knees.

You didn’t reply, but instead you gave Bucky a sweet smile then got to work. You swiped your tongue around the head of his cock, before trailing it down along the soft silk of his shaft. Then you took a deep breath and slowly opened your lips, sucking on the tip.

Bucky’s hands gripped the couch even tighter, barely resisting the urge to thrust his hips upwards. You appreciated his restraint, though you couldn’t help but feel for him.

Your name left his lips, like a curse word. “Doll..” You felt one of his hands against your jaw. “Look at me.” Your eyes darted up to his and he really cursed this time. “Fuck, oh fuck. Yes, look at you with my cock in your mouth. So fucking sexy.”

That set you off, attempting to take even more of his length into your mouth as you looked at him. Whatever you couldn’t fit, you stroked with one of your hands, fueled by the drool dripping past your lips. 

You got into a groove, shifting through a pattern of swirling your tongue, sucking long and hard and adding in both fists stroking on and off too. Above you, Bucky seemed to be in a euphoric state. And he couldn’t stop praising you for it, either.

“Jesus Christ, doll. This fucking mouth. So pretty, so fucking pretty with a cock in it. You do this for Stevie too, don’t you? You’ve done it right here on this couch haven’t you?” 

Something about the way Bucky talked about you and Steve really riled you up. You hollowed out your cheeks, looking up at Bucky with wide eyes as you waited for him. After a second you, pulled back and grinned.

“I let him fuck my face right here, Bucky. Do you wanna do that too?” 

Bucky licked his lips and grinned right back, grabbing the side of your head ever so gently and guiding you right back down onto his cock. Then, he did exactly what he wanted. His hips thrusted up quickly, moving in and out of your mouth in record time. You gagged against him as he held you there briefly, then slowed down.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ come, doll,” he fell back against the couch as you took over once more, both hands alternating between massaging his balls and stroking up. You took him back into your mouth, sucking harder as Bucky’s moans grew louder. 

“So close, so fucking..” You pulled back and Bucky grabbed his cock with one hand, steadying your open mouth before him with the other. He growled as he came, hard. You stuck your tongue out, smiling wide as his climax washed over him, unloading onto your tongue and lips. You let it sit there in your mouth for a few extra seconds, keeping eye contact with Bucky as you swallowed it down.

He collapsed against the couch, eyes blown open wide. “Holy fucking shit. Stevie, the mouth on your girl..”

“You can address your compliments to her directly, Buck,” Steve laughed, standing from where he had been sitting in his chair and coming over to help you up. “You might have made his brain malfunction, sweetheart.”

You smiled proudly, meeting Steve’s lips for a kiss. You leaned against him again, tilting your head up to him. “Need you inside me, please?”

“Yeah?” Steve asked. His hand rested against the base of your neck, holding you flush against his chest. “And can Bucky watch?”

You couldn’t help but giggle and nod.

Bucky’s eyes opened slowly, as a smirk grew on his face too. He didn’t even bother cleaning himself up or pulling his pants into place again, simply leaning back and watching carefully as Steve led you over towards his desk. 

Steve took his time, kissing you quite generously as he peeled your dress up towards your waist. You felt him smile against your lips as his hands tugged on your underwear, sliding his fingers towards your center. Just as he had predicted, you had clearly really enjoyed yourself, as your soaked panties indicated.

“I’m gonna slide right in, baby,” he breathed against your neck, swirling his fingers around your clit. “Maybe next time, we do this at the same time. Do you want to try that? Bucky in your mouth while you’re full of me?” 

You groaned, twitching as Steve’s fingers sped up. It wasn’t long until your orgasm approached and soon enough you were quivering in Steve’s arms, ricocheting your way up and down the rollercoaster of senses as Steve turned and pressed you against his desk.

You laid down across it, on your stomach with your ass up in the air. You could feel Steve behind you, shoving your underwear to the side as he freed himself from his own pants. You gripped the edge of the desk as he entered you, slowly at first to make sure you were comfortable and ready. 

Across the room, you watched as Bucky was gripping his own cock, somehow hard again. Steve held onto your hips and thrusted steady, letting out his own series of grunts and moans as he fucked you.

Between your own moaning and Steve’s, you could barely hear Bucky across the room but he said your name out loud. You met his eyes as he was rubbing his shaft.

“You’re incredible, doll. Absolutely fucking incredible. And look at you, taking Steve so well. You like that, huh? Being so fucking full of him?”

With your own orgasm approaching, all you could do was cry out in agreement. Steve growled behind you, speeding up as he gripped your hips even tighter. 

“Look what you did to Bucky, baby,” Steve smacked his hand against your ass, holding you tight against him. “With just your mouth..” 

Bucky smirked, biting his lip as he watched you bounce against the desk. “Gonna let me feel that pussy next time?”

Your climax felt volcanic - a flurry of neurons firing off in your brain as you quivered, safely pressed against the desk as the weight of Steve covered you like a warm blanket. He came right after, growling in your ear as he spilled into you. Steve stayed in place after, as if unable to let go as he caught his breath. 

As you came back down to earth, Steve eventually stood, taking a moment to clean you up before coaxing you back into his desk chair. Yeah, you definitely needed a few more minutes. If you stood, you might fall down like a baby deer. 

You leaned back into the soft leather chair, eyes closed as you grinned. 

Steve kneeled before you, pressing a kiss to the side of your knee as he fixed your skirt. 

“Baby, you okay?” 

You opened your eyes and looked down. He was flush and seemed awfully content. You weren’t sure you had ever seen him smile like that before. 

You bit your lip, resisting your urge to scream with joy. You glanced from Steve over to Bucky. He was still sitting on the couch, though his pants were done up and buckled again. 

“I’m really good. Like, wow. Great. Amazing.”

Bucky laughed from his spot. “Doll, you’re amazing. I..” He sat up a bit straighter. “Best  sidecar I’ve ever had.”

You raised an eyebrow, looking back to Steve again. They were wearing matching grins. You didn’t want to ask. 

“I have worked up an appetite though..” You moved to stand. Steve got to his feet and offered his hand. “How do we feel about milkshakes?”

You collected yourself as Steve and Bucky strategized the best way to sneak out of the club and find a table at your favourite diner. 

There was a shift, though. When Bucky opened the car door for you, exchanging another smirk with Steve. Something in the air felt different.

Part 2 - The Penthouse