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freedomfireflies · 1 year

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May Fic Recs! 🐇

Rabbit, Rabbit!!

I am so beyond blessed and privileged to be witness and even mutuals with some of these incredible authors! Their work always brings me so much joy and excitement! Please feel free to browse around, show some love, and maybe even find your next favorite creator! 💞

The Harry Styles Category!

💞 First we have @avatar-anna! You probably know her from her Unknown Number series, if not one of her many other wonderful works! She's so incredibly talented and creative!

~ Here is her masterlist!

💞 @be-with-me-so-happily is so crazy talented and inspired! So many amazing and addicting stories to discover! Namely her take on Don't Worry Darling and the trouble that follows!

~ Here is her masterlist!

💞 @watchyourbluesturngolden is a beast!! In the absolute best way! A true legend, especially for giving us Harry and Stevie! They've got so many wonderful blurbs and requests to check out!

~ Here is their masterlist!

💞 @lonelycowgirls who not only gave us The Garden but has complied a couple fic rec's herself, which was so fun to go through!!

~ Here is her masterlist!

💞 @londonbelow has been giving us amazing content for far longer than we've deserved, but nevertheless...I'm so grateful! Not only for Black Rabbit but for all the other incredible stories she's graced us with!

~ Here is her masterlist!

The Harry Styles + Other Category!

🤍 @lovebittenbyevans has just started taking requests and (if I'm correct) is planning a series, too! For Chris Evans and Harry! They don't have a masterlist yet, but check out their page to make sure you don't miss anything!

🤍 @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite has been crazy supportive of me for so long now, and I'm so excited that I finally get to show some support back! They've got an incredible Niall Horan series, and I believe (correct if I'm wrong) are opening up requests for both Harry and Niall (again, correct me if I'm wrong)! You'll find their other works on their page, and attached to that link!!

🤍 @reidssbau has also been giving us incredible content for years! She just recently posted this fan-freaking-tastic plus-size stripper fic with Harry, but also writes for Spencer Reid, and has some amazing, amazing stories and blurbs about him!

~ Here is her masterlist!

🤍 @chrisevansonly writes for both Harry and Chris Evans, and when I came across her story Lavender Moonlight...my heart burst! Absolutely incredible writing, such sweet and descriptive imagery, and the most adorable premise! I'm so excited to go through her collection of stories for both men!!

~ Here is her masterlist!

The Dylan O'Brien Category!

♥️ @stilinskisnevermore is one of my favorite Dylan content creators. The obsession started with their Thomas Fic, and quickly snowballed into a full-blown simp-fest! They've written for almost every character of his, including some about him personally! Each one is guaranteed to leave you breathless!

~ Here is their masterlist!

♥️ @theinternetisfulloftrash is so much fun to keep up with! They've written some crazy accurate blurbs for Dylan (my personal fav being 24x24...but whose isn't?), but they also have an incredible Coachella Dylan fic you can find on Ao3!

~ Here is their masterlist!

The Chris Evans/Steve Rogers/Stucky Category!

💜 @straywords has written an incredible Stucky fanfic that takes place in the mountains that is as cool as the very air in those mountains (...horrible joke, I'll see myself out). They write more explicit content, so make sure to check the warnings, but they've got an extensive catalog that is sure to provide you with excellent stories!

They have some for Steve, Bucky, Stucky, Peter Parker, Yelena Belova, and so many more!

~ Here is their masterlist!

💜 @myfictionaldreams has written some crazy fun stories for so many characters, but I first stumbled upon this surprisingly sweet (but still sexy) Mafia Stucky story! They also write some pretty explicit content, so make sure to check the warnings. But, they've got an incredible list of concepts, requests, and series that I'm so excited to keep perusing!

~ Here is their masterlist!

The Fic Recs and Other Types of Content Creators Category!

💖 @reveriehs has been helping promote authors for years, and I honestly don't know where I'd be without them! If you are ever in a reading rut, and need some ideas, this list is the place to go!

💖 @tiredinwinter was so kind enough to show me some support, and it absolutely made my day! They are endlessly sweet and...they make ART!! Incredible drawings and adorable stickers! They are definitely an account to follow for inspiration, beautiful imagery, and even some fic recommendations!

If you've made it to this point, I LOVE YOU very much!! If you ever need some creators to discover, new stories to obsess over, or just wonderfully kind blogs to follow...these are just some of the amazing people I've been blessed to know and discover!

Thank you to everyone for your crazy wonderful support! I hope this list can be a good start at giving just a little bit of that love back!! 💞💞💞 (I have added so many heart emojis to this damn doc, I am so sorry)

ALSO:

Here is my other author recommendation list if you'd like it! These authors are also still my absolute favs, and that is never gonna change!

#harry styles #dylan o'brien #chris evans #fic rec #fanfic reccomendation #recommendations #fic rec list #harry styles fic rec #dylan o'brien fic rec #chris evans fic rec

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abbatoirablaze · 5 months

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Deal With The Devil, Chapter 8

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: sexual conversations, mentions of std testing, mentions of cheating.

“So…what are we here for today?” the doc asked with a smile as he looked over the chart. He offered Steve and Inez a reassuring smile, but all it really did was make the mafia boss nervous.

He didn’t want to be there.

He’d wanted to be anywhere else in the world.

But it was what Inez had wanted.

And what he’d agreed to.

“We’re here so that me and my fiancé can get tested!” Steve smiled as he looked at Inez.

She frowned as she looked at him, her brow lifting, “excuse me?”

“We’re both getting tested, honey,” Steve said as though he was reminding her. He lovingly placed his hand on her thigh, “this is what you wanted to do. Remember?”

“No, I wanted you to get tested, Steve,” she growled, “that was the point of the visit today. You.”

“Actually, Mr. and Mrs. Rogers-“

“Stark…we’re not married yet!”

“Miss Stark, it’s actually good for partners to come in and get tested together,” the doctor offered, “especially when you’re sexually active and-“

“We’re not!” she said quickly, cutting him off, “Steve just has an issue where he likes to stick his dick in any hole that he can…the last one being five strippers at his bachelor party…right honey?”

“I think the doc has a point, sweetie,” Steve mocked her, “you know…I’m getting tested. I’m sure that you’ve been safe in the past, but I would feel a lot better if you were tested as well. That way we know that both of us are going into this…clean.”

“Steve…”

The way that she said his name had him looking at her a little closer.

She looked visibly uncomfortable.

“This was your idea, Inez!” he pointed out.

“I know, I just-“

“Miss Stark, if I may,” the doctor added, “even while using protection, it’s not a hundred percent effective. As long as you are sexually active, just the act of oral stimulation could-“

“I’ve never done anything sexually!” she admitted, cutting the doctor off, “the most I’ve ever done was kiss a man, okay? I’ve never had sex. Never given a guy a blowjob or handjob. I’ve never done any of that, so can we just drop the subject when it comes to me and get Steve tested already? There’s no way that I could have a sexually transmitted disease!”

Steve was gaping at her.

“Bunny…you’ve never-I mean-but-but you’re so fucking gorgeous,” Steve stuttered as he looked at his fiancé with a fresh pair of eyes, “how have you never done anything?”

“I-I never even had a boyfriend before you!” she admitted, “Being Tony’s little sister didn’t make trying to have a dating life any easier.”

“D-does she even need to be tested then?” Steve asked out of sheer amazement, his eyes never leaving Inez, “I-I mean…if she-if she’s never-uh…”

She wrapped her arms around herself, clearly even more uncomfortable with her own admission. There was a very pregnant pause before he shook his head, muttering a soft ‘no.’

“Mr. Rogers, if you’d like to disrobe, your fiancé can wait out in the lobby,” the doctor offered softly, “we can get the samples ready for testing, and then have you two out of here fairly quickly.”

“A-and uh-the results?” Inez asked quietly, still refusing to look at Steve or the doctor, “W-when would they come back?”

“Shouldn’t take more than a few days,” he shrugged, “just-refrain from any sexual activities…and you shouldn’t have any iss-“

“Great! I’ll be in the waiting room.” she muttered, quickly leaving the room before the doctor could even finish his statement.

It had been a few hours after they’d left the doctors.

And Steve was still shell-shocked to learn about his fiancé’s lack of a sexual history.

After the way that she’d acted with him, how she’d straddled him in the morning and teased him, he’d expected her to have a list almost as long as his.

She’d just seemed so sure.

So confident.

But she was an innocent little thing.

“Steve!” Steve shook his head, kicking himself out of his own thoughts about what his fiancé may or may not know, all to look at Sam. He’d thrown a punch at his boss’ arm, “come on, Steve. Keep your head in the game.”

“You should be focused,” Bucky pointed out from the apron of the ring, “you’re supposed to be boxing Sam and instead your head is in the clouds.”

“I just-there’s some things going on with Inez.”

“Ahhh, the old ball and chain making things tough on you?” Sam teased, “thought she’d cave when you two went to get tested. Especially after how the two of you were this morning. She looked like she’d help you get your cardio in for the day, if you know what I’m saying.”

“She-she actually didn’t get tested,” Steve admitted slowly, “I uh-found out something about her.”

“Girl’s got stuff, don’t she?” Sam chuckled, “man, should have known with someone like her…that morning when we walked in and saw you two getting hot and heavy-“

“She’s a virgin,” Steve growled, cutting off his number two, “don’t talk about my wife like that, Sam…Inez-she’s never even so much as had a relationship, let alone had sex…she said before me she’d only ever kissed a guy before.”

“A guy?” Bucky asked, suddenly interested in the conversation, “not guys?”

Steve shook his head, “she only said ‘a’ so I’m assuming she meant one.”

“Shit…” Bucky cursed, suddenly lost in his own thoughts as he thought about how he’d been ‘that guy,’ to Inez.

“I-I don’t know how I feel about it!” Steve admitted, turning his attention towards Sam, “I thought that she’d be experienced. That-“

“That you wouldn’t feel guilty about cheating on her?” Sam asked, cutting his friend off.

Steve sighed heavily, “I don’t know…”

“You got feelings for the girl, don’t you?”

Steve nodded, “she’s fucking crazy…but damn, I think I’m in love with her Sam, even though we don't know each other. She’s headstrong and confident, despite not being experienced. She’s funny…and she puts me in my place…hell, even after she pulled a gun on me and gave me that cut on my brow…I jus-“

“Wait, this crazy bitch pulled a gun on you?” he asked, eyes bulging out of his head, “I thought that cut probably happened while you were going at it with the strippers. Y-“

“Hey…that crazy bitch is going to be my wife!” he reminded him, “watch your tone, Sam.”

Sam chuckled, shaking his head a little more at Steve, “sure know how to pick em, boss…right Buck?”

“We’re not friends, Wilson. Don’t call me that.”

Sam rolled his eyes, “you’re my god damned brother-in-law, Buck.”

“You wanna stay that way and above ground you’ll call me Bucky or Barnes!”

“Tell that to your sister,” Sam laughed, “sure she’d kick your ass for that comment.”

Bucky snarled at his brother-in-law but said nothing to him.

“Is it bad that I’m worried about her calling off the wedding?” Steve asked suddenly, “like I’m genuinely nervous…I mean, I shouldn’t be nervous. Right?”

“Why would she call off the wedding?” Sam asked.

“She told me if I caught something from one of the strippers she would,” he shrugged, “and I don’t think that Tony would be mad if she did, especially if she told him about the strippers. And, I don’t want to lose her before this whole thing even starts.”

“Steve…if those strippers gave you something, I feel like Inez would kill you and then them,” Sam laughed, “she wouldn’t call off the wedding. She’d just kill you and claim your territory for her brother or something.”

“You know…I want to say your joking and take it as such, but that’s a real concern, Sam.”

“You think your wife’s gonna kill you?”

“If I have something?” Steve asked, “Yes. Without a doubt. You should have heard her talking about it when the doctor asked why we were visiting. It sounded like she was pissed.”

“She was,” Bucky said gently, “you walked into the house with those whore surrounding you. You didn’t even notice her on the stairs, about to go up to bed. You ignored your fiancé and went to bed with five women.”

“Shit…” Steve frowned, “sh-she saw me come in?”

“Yeah,” Bucky admitted, leaving out a few of the more ‘obvious’ details, like how he was kissing her before Steve walked in, “she saw you with them, Steve. If I had a fiancé walk in with five partners all over them, and they took them up to bed I’d be devastated…”

“Sam?” Steve asked, “a little help here?”

“You’re on your own with that,” he chuckled, “if Winnie saw me coming home with women, she’d murder me and them the second I set foot in the house.”

“Come on, Sam.”

“She’d be devastated, Steve,” Sam said truthfully, “me and her have an understanding. A relationship that we built up over the years of you protecting her family when you had Buck move em here. Winnie would feel like the most useless woman in the world if I even thought of bringing home another woman and sleeping with her, but that’s our dynamic. She knows that I love her. And she loves me…it was tough at first, but we grew into that. If I cheated on her, I think both of us wouldn’t be able to rebuild that trust. If I were you, I’d be worried about that…not her murdering you if you caught something. You insulted her womanhood by bringing home five women…”

“You think she’s really upset about it?” Steve asked.

“What would you think, Steve?” Bucky asked his friend, “what would you think if your fiancé cheated on you?”

“I’d kill the man that touched her…” he growled.

Chapter 9

Tag List: @teambarnes72, @prokey16, @lohnes16

#deal with the devil #mob au #mafia au #marvel #marvel au #the avengers #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #chris evans characters #sebastian stan characters #bucky fanfic #james bucky barnes #the winter soldier #falcon and the winter soldier #the falcon #sam wilson

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 1 year

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2023 Kinktober Masterlist

I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long and rough year and I will do my best to continue this month but if I miss a day it's because of writer's block or work but anyway here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

Banners by: @vase-of-lilies

Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst; 👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Semi-Public (Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Drummer!Steve Harrington x Groupie!Fem!Reader) 🔥 Day 2: Stepcest (Stepbrother!Ransom Drysdale x Stepsister!Fem!Reader)🔥🌙👿 Day 3: Size Difference (Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Petite!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 4: S&M (Masochist!Eddie Munson x Sadist!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 5: Fucking Machine (Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader) 🔥🕸️ Day 6: Body Worship (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) 🔥🌙 Day 7: Stripping (Shy!Jake Jensen x Stripper!Fem!Reader) Day 8: Hate Sex (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader) Day 9: DP in One Hole (Married!Steddie x Babysitter!Fem!Reader) Day 10: Fisting (Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader) Day 11: Pregnancy (Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Fem!Reader) Day 12: Deepthroating or Facesitting (Sub!Jake Jensen x Dom!Fem!Reader) Day 13: Orgasm Denial (Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 14: Rimming (Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader) Day 15: Glory Hole (Post TFAWS!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 16: Breeding (Dad!Thor Odinson x Mom!Fem!Reader) Day 17: Masturbation (Jim Hopper x Secretary!Fem!Reader) Day 18: Spanking (Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 19: Humiliation (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 20: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Lee Bodecker x Pirate!Fem!Reader) Day 21: Sex Toys (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader) Day 22: Pegging (Human!Castiel x Fem!Reader) Day 23: Costumes (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) Day 24: Shotgunning (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 25: Daddy Kink (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 26: Virginity (Virgin!40s!Stucky x Experienced!Fem!Reader) Day 27: Titfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-sized!Fem!Reader) Day 28: Body Worship (Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) Day 29: Breathplay (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 30: Squirting (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 31: Bondage (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader)

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 5 months

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We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes (Affinity Series)

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

Wordcount: 3990

Summary:

You celebrate your first Halloween together as a mated pack.

Warnings:

Gratuitous Smut, Smut, Shameless Smut, Halloween Costumes, Porn With Plot, Voyeurism, Pole Dancing, Lapdance, Lap Sex, Threesome, Double Penetration, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Steve Rogers, Alpha Bucky Barnes, Mating Bond, Mating Bites

Notes:

Hello Heathens! It's time for some sexy Halloween shenanigans with our favorite pack! Happy Reading!

Bannner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

Another year, another Halloween bash thrown by Tony at the compound. This year you had the added benefit of not one but two Alpha’s on your arm. Not to mention the lovely claim marks decorating your collarbone.

You couldn't be happier that the boys went along with your costume choices for the night. Preening over how sinfully handsome your Alpha’s looked. Both of them grew their hair out for the event. “Anything for our sweet little Omega.” They both stated upon your request.

Bucky looked otherworldly dressed as a vampire, devilish fanged smirk and all. The contacts you purchased him turning his steel gaze, cold as ice. The subtle clenched jaw was even working in his favor.

Steve was almost unrecognizable. His blonde shaggy locks dyed brown and a full thick beard covered the lower half of his face. A couple well placed bloody cuts, dirtied up, torn clothing and a set of top and bottom fangs completed the werewolf ensemble.

Then there was you. Dressed as Queen Akasha herself, sans the neck piece. You wanted to show off your claims, not hide them. It took some serious convincing and time on your knees for your Alphas to agree to let you wear the barely there costume. Based on the looks the three of you were receiving as you made your way through the crowd outside, it was well worth it.

“I need a fucking drink. All these eyes on you are making me twitchy.” Bucky grounds out.

“Oh Sarg, they aren’t all on me.” You stop, turning your back to Steve as you face him, running your fingers down his Adam's apple. “I can practically see knees weakening watching your tall, dark, mysterious frame walk by.”

You place a kiss to his chin and pivot to look up at Steve. “And you my dear Captain. You’re perplexing them all. Who knew America’s Golden boy could look so unruly.” You nip his Adam’s apple and head towards the bar inside, to gain some much needed warmth.

“I want to be angry, but for the life of me, I can’t think straight when she looks like that.” Steve states.

“Fucking little vixen.” Bucky shakes his head. “C’mon Stevie. Best not leave her alone too long. Trouble loves to follow her round.”

Drinks had been partaken, conversations shared and the party was starting to wind down. Only the team and those closest to them remain, congregating in the common room. As a joke, or maybe not, Tony had a stripper pole placed in the middle of the couches.

The girls were curious as to your excitement at seeing the pole and you divulged that you used to choreograph for your sex worker friends for extra cash. “Plus it's a great workout in general. You really should give it a try.”

“You can’t tell us something like that and then not show us.” Wanda blurts out.

“I have to agree.” Nat nods along. “What level of routine were you choreographing for your friends? How do we know you’re not just trying to impress us with your words?”

With the rum still slightly running through your veins you had no qualms about educating them on your skills on the pole. “I know your goading me to get a free show but I really can’t back down from a challenge.” You smile devilishly. “Go ahead and take a seat, bring the men over too if you wish.”

“Oh I’m so game for this.” Maria exclaims, grabbing Wanda’s hand and pulling her toward the couches, currently occupied by Bruce, Clint, and Sam.

“Where’s the smoke?” Clint asks as the women take their seats.

“We’re about to get a lesson on how to work a stripper pole.” Nat explains.

“Yo!” Clint yells to Tony, Thor, Steve and Bucky at the bar. “We’re about to have some entertainment of the sexy variety. You might want to make your way over here.”

They all shrug and head over to the couches. Your Alpha’s noticing that you are not among the women sat waiting. A haunting beat begins playing as they spot you sauntering towards the pole. Almost recreating Akasha’s walk from the film.

“Is she about to pole dance to Forsaken from Queen of the Damned, dressed as Queen of the Damned?” Sam questions.

“I have no idea what this Queen of the Damned is but I am most enjoying where this is going.” Thor imparts. “Once again Barnes, and not to now exclude you Rogers, I am very impressed by your Omega.”

“Shush. We’re trying to enjoy the show.” Nat hushes them.

Unbeknownst to the team you could do this routine in you sleep. It’s one of your favorite go to's when your feeling yourself and need a little outlet. And yes you have taught your two best friends this routine for when they need to hit the pole as a side hustle. You even taught a class using a variation of this routine to bored housewives.

You can't help the way your body caresses and moves around the pole. As always the beat takes over you, turning you into a siren of the flesh. You're flawlessly doing sunwheels, corkscrews, and ballerina spins. Intermingled with inverted splits, a cross knee layback, and secretary sits. You’re sure to show off a bit of floor work as you perform an assisted shoulder stand down onto all fours, whipping your hair around as you sit back on your heels. You smile smugly at the girls' slack jawed faces before continuing on.

Your boys are transfixed by how you have captivated the attention of everyone in the room. The prideful Alphas can’t help the satisfaction they feel knowing that you’re all theirs. Brazenly showing their marks to the world. They may have to put a pole up at home, make a whole naughty playroom for your enjoyment.

“Another!” Thor proclaims as you land on your feet and bow to the small applause of your super friends.

“I always knew there was something you were hiding. That sweet face, so unassuming. No typical Omega could handle having one supersoldier Alpha, let alone two. Let me guess, you're proficient in lap dances as well?” A tipsy Tony inquires.

“But of course.” You smile mischievously at your Alphas. “Friday. Dim the lights and play Unholy by Sam Smith and Kim Petras.”

You confidently strut over to stand between Bucky’s legs as the lights lower and the song begins. Your hips bounce to the beat, sinking low, using his powerful thighs for balance, leaning forward into a body roll, pulling back until you're upright.

You slowly lift your left leg into a standing leg extension, holding it for a moment before releasing it and straddling both of Alphas thighs with a cheeky giggle. You grab onto their shoulders, throwing your head back and quickly whipping your hair back and forth. Snapping back forward and throwing your hips up and back, bending over for all to see.

You eye your Captain, as you spin on your heels, swaying your hips side you side you back up into his lap. You roll your body against his, running your right hand up the back of his neck, weaving your fingers in his silky locks and gently pulling as you grind your ass against the growing bulge in his jeans.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Omega.” He growls in your ear.

“Shhh, Captain. Just enjoy your dance, Alpha.” You tease.

“You're lucky you’re already mine, doll. Doing this with everyone watching, testing our patience.” He nips behind your ear. “Risky business. Making your Alpha’s want you so badly. Just look at Bucky.”

You turn your head, still working Steve over, as your eyes lock with the dilated pupils of Bucky's. You lick your lips and swallow as you feel your slick begin to soak through your thong.

You feel Steve inhale, as Bucky’s nostrils flare, both clearly scenting your arousal. “Everyone out.” Bucky growls to the room.

“Excuse me, this is my compound.” Tony snaps back.

Ignoring him, your Alpha continues on. “You all have 30 secs to get the fuck out before your stuck watching Steve and I take our Omega apart.”

“I would quite enjoy viewing you ravage such an enticing Omega as I am not allowed to partake per your Midgardian customs.” Thor declares. “A shame really.”

You turn over to straddle Steve’s lap, continuing to dance, lost in the combined scent of your Alpha’s. “I don’t even think these two would notice right now.” Tony quips.

Bucky leans in, gripping your chin. “That right ‘mega? You getting floaty already?” You subtly nod your head. “Want me to kick everyone out or do you want them to truly see who you belong to?”

“Depends on who’s staying.” You whisper out.

“Apparently just Thor and Tony” He quickly scans the room. “Everyone else seems to have found their way somewhere else.”

“Probably to go work out all the sexual tension you guys have been putting out.” Tony snarks.

“Most certainly. I saw Natasha practically dragging Bruce behind her.” Thor agrees with a chuckle.

You look up to see the room clear of everyone but the Demi God and the Billionaire Playboy. “What do you think Captain? An audience of two, okay with you?”

He nuzzles into your neck. “I don’t care either way. I just really need to have you squirming on my cock.”

“I need a verbal yes or no, Alpha.” You respond. “I’m not about to have you get all possessive and violent because someone other than Bucky is getting turned on watching you split me open.”

You feel the growl emanating from his chest deep in your core as he leans back and looks you in the eye. “Yes, Omega. They can watch how good you take my cock.”

“You heard the man.” Bucky addresses the two men. “Don’t take this opportunity for granted.”

Zoning in on the Alpha you’re sat upon, you lean forward, running your hands through his shaggy hair, kissing him deeply. You're granted the taste of the whiskey and Asgaurdian liquor he’s been sipping throughout the night on his tongue. The scent of him around you combined with his current taste has you grinding your slick soaked thong all over the font of his pants. Making quite the mess.

A devilish smile appears on his bearded face as he wraps his fist in your hair and pulls your head back. Forcing you to look him in the eyes. "Unzip my pants and pull me out." He quietly commands.

Without hesitation you undo his pants and pull out his thick length. Subconsciously licking your lips at the sight of his precum already leaking out of the tip.

“Pull that flimsy piece of fabric to the side and sit on my cock, Omega." Eyes glazed over, hindbrain kicking in at the order you lift yourself up enough to pull your thong to the side, exposing your leaking slit. You place his tip at your entrance, sliding down onto his thickness, filling yourself up inch by inch.

Hand still in your hair he pulls you down into a heated kiss, tilting his hips up as your pelvis’ meet, getting as deep as he can. Pulling away, he wraps a hand around your throat, groaning as you involuntarily clench around him. "Now be a good girl and hold on to my shoulders."

Once your hands are securely placed, Steve begins to piston his hips up into you. Practically using your body like his own personal ‘rutlight’. You start to bounce along with him, meeting in the middle with a grind of your hips.

His hand tightens around your throat, the sweet pressure muffling your screams as you notice cool metal fingers trail along your spine. "That's it Omega. Look so pretty taking your Alpha’s cock.” Bucky whispers in your ear. “Fuck. I bet you're squeezing his dick real good, huh, baby girl?"

You can feel yourself ready to explode, his words adding fuel to the fire. You feel more than see, his flesh hand traveling down your torso, stopping at your mound. He takes the opportunity to play with your clit, rubbing tight little circles against the sensitive nub. You bite your lip from the overwhelming sensations of being surrounded by your Alpha’s, right on the knife edge of control, rapidly hurtling towards the cliff of your climax. Not to mention the fact that you have an audience, witnessing your destruction.

"Oh baby you're so close. Can feel your sweet little pussy trying to pop my knot.” Steve grits out. “Gonna cum all over my fat cock?"

You moan and nod your head yes, lost in a haze of lust. "I can’t hear you, Omega. Use your words. Do. You. Want. To. Cum. On. Your. Alphas. Cock?" He punctuates with his thrusts.

"YES! Please, Alpha. Want to cum all over your cock. Want to make a mess just for you." You manage to whimper out.

Bucky groans, nipping your shoulder. "There's our sweet ‘mega. Always so good for her Alphas." He increases the pressure and speed on your clit. Making your grind against Steve all the more.

"Now! Cum for us right now, Omega. I want to feel this little tight pussy of yours clamping down on my dick like a vice." Steve commands, setting off your orgasm. Throwing your head back, you let out a deep guttural moan, writhing on his dick, as you ride out the climax.

Unwilling to knot you and have you stuck on this couch for who knows how long, but still needing to remind the room who you belong to, Steve removes his hand from your throat. Within seconds each Alpha has latched on to their respective marks and bit down, freshening up their claims.

Like the turning of a switch, you melt into Steve, losing yourself to the lovely feeling of Omegaspace. Floating in a haze of pheromones, enveloped in the safety of your Alpha’s arms. You could care less who was left in the room other than Steve and Bucky.

“You can put your tongues back in your mouths now boys.” Steve addresses the awestruck duo frozen to their seats. “Thank goodness you didn't pull your dicks out at least.”

“I was tempted to.” Tony blurts out.

“If I had, I would not have been able to refrain myself from trying to partake in the festivities.” Thor confesses.

“Been there.” Steve agrees with a chuckle. “Anyway, have fun getting rid of those, boys. We’re going to go knot our sweet little omega til she passes out. See ya in the morning.”

“You’re staying here?” Tony asks.

“There is no way in hell I can last til we get to our place before I knot her properly.” Bucky growls out. “So yeah, we're staying in our apartment here. That a problem?”

“Not at all. I'll have Friday double the soundproofing and warn Sam.” He squeaks out.

“Thanks Tony.” Steve responds, scooping you up and walking down the hall to the apartment they keep on the compound.

You're undressed and placed down on what you know to be Steve’s king sized bed, based on the scent wafting up from the sheets. You sense them on either side of you as you burrow your nose in the pillow beneath your head.

“Feeling good, Omega?” Bucky asks.

“Mmmhmm” You nod your head in response, opening up our eyes and catching the steel grays to your right.

“Need more? Or are you good for the night?” Steve queries.

“More. I know you both didn’t come.” You quirk a brow at them. “Can’t have that.”

“That right ‘mega?” Bucky teases.

“Yup.” You pop the ‘p’ for emphasis.

“Okay.” He caresses your chin. “Can’t disappoint our sweet little Omega now can we. What do you have in mind, babygirl?”

“I want to ride my Captain while you fuck my ass from behind Sarge.” You calmly state.

The supersoldiers let out simultaneous growls at your request.

“I want to be stuffed full. Need you both to use me for your pleasure. Please.” You can’t help but pout as you plead for what you want.

Bucky runs his metal thumb across your bottom lip. “No need to pout, sweet ‘mega. You’ll get what you want. Stevie, toss me the lube I know you keep stocked in your nightstand. You heard what she wants. Let her ride you some more while I prep that glorious ass.”

You smile triumphantly as you throw a leg over Steve’s naked waist. Somehow you just now realized that you’re all undressed, naked flesh on full display. You tease his turgid length, re-coating him in the fresh slick leaking from your cunt until you feel the vibration of his growl against your thighs as he stills your hips with one of his massive hands. With the other, he grabs his dick, teasing your clit with the tip, pulling a whine from you that is cut short as he lines up and thrusts, sinking his cock deep inside you.

Your head falls back and your spine arches as you push yourself up and undulate your hips, burying him even deeper. Your Alpha’s following your every move, entranced by the way you swivel and bounce, losing yourself in the ebb and flow of your own little private show being put on for their eyes only.

Worked up and ready to be inside you himself, Bucky, having sufficiently lubed up his cock, climbs between Steve’s spread legs. Placing a hand to the middle of your spine he kisses up your throat until he reaches your ear.

“Be a good Omega and lean forward for me so I can join in on the fun. You don't look stuffed enough yet.” The cool palm in the middle of your back helps push you down until you're laying flush against Steve’s chest.

He then proceeds to run his lube covered fingers along your stretched out lips, gathering the slick that continues to pour out of you with one hand as the other grabs a cheek and spreads you out, exposing your puckered little hole. Running his coated fingers around your hole teasingly, slowly adding more pressure until he is able to get the first one, then two fingers inside you. Opening you up little by little, as you gently roll your hips back and forth, grinding down on the Alpha beneath you.

“You’re doing so good for me ‘mega. Gonna add another finger. Open you up a bit further so you can take me nice and deep. Want you to focus on how good my fingers feel.” Bucky instructs you.

He works his third finger into you and proceeds to scissor them all and open you up further until you can take them with ease and are a whimpering mess. As he pulls them out, you whine at the feeling of emptiness left behind.

He grabs a cheek in each hand and spreads you out, signaling Steve to still your hips. Lining himself up he breaches your tight little hole. “Relax, ‘mega. Take a deep breath for me.”

You do as you're told and on your exhale your tight ring of muscle relaxes, allowing Bucky to sink right in. “Fuck. So tight. How ya feeling, Omega?”

“Full.” You moan out.

“Good.” Bucky grits out.

That is the last thing you are able to comprehend, as they begin to pull out and thrust into you, never leaving you empty. As one retreats the other pushes in, playing you like a well strung violin. Pulling moans, whimpers and orgasms from you like notes on a page. Creating a sinful melody to feed their carnivorous appetites.

You can feel the haze of overwhelming pleasure start to take over your body. Your senses are so keyed up and overloaded, that it doesn't take long before you are crying out and clenching down on the cocks lodged inside you as you crest over the edge into a blissful climax. Head buried in Steve’s chest as tears begin to flow from your eyes at the overpowering ecstasy.

“That’s it, Omega. Love it when you squeeze me so tight, trying to make me pop my knot, lock me in place.” He lifts your head from his chest and places a tender kiss to your forehead as they slow their thrusts, allowing you a moment of reprieve.

He wipes a stray tear away with his thumb. “How are you feeling?”

You’re just coherent enough to get out a few words. “So good. Need more. Want your knots.”

“I couldn't dream of denying her anything right now.” Bucky states.

Your pussy and ass squeeze around your Alphas, as you imagine being filled with their hot cum, causing them to start to lose their rhythm. Pounding into you erratically as they chase their own highs.

“Fuck. That’s it ‘mega.” Steve grunts out. “Take my cock. I’m so fucking close. Gonna pop my knot and paint your insides white. Gonna lock you to me as you take every drop.”

As Steve’s words hit your ears, you instinctively squeeze around Bucky, setting off a frenzied pace in the Alpha as they race to the finish line.

“Fuck Steve, you make her clench around me like that again and her pussy wont be the only thing getting filled.” Bucky groans out.

Having them talk about filling you up like you're not even in the room is the spark that lights the match on the fire that is your impending orgasm. You detonate in a blaze of pleasure, almost blacking out from the sheer force of it, taking both of them along with you.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Bucky loses it first, hips stuttering until they still, popped knot resting against the outside of your ring of muscle as he groans and empties his balls into your abused little hole. Gripping your ass cheeks so hard you're sure he left bruises behind.

As he slowly pulls out his still hard member, your hole clenching trying to pull him back in, Steve lifts his hips and lodges himself deeper into your cunt. He pulls you into an intense kiss just as his knot pops, making good on his promise, as he shoots rope after rope of his seed deep into your womb, coating your walls white, triggering a minor orgasm of your own. “Can’t get enough of filling you up. Especially when it sets you off again like that. Come on, ‘mega, milk your Alpha dry.”

He grips your hips, grinding your clit along his pelvis until you come one last time for him, biting down on his shoulder as you undulate against his chest.

You feel cool metal and warm flesh dance along your spine as you come down from your final high. Removing your head from the crook of Steve’s you turn to look upon the satisfied face of your head Alpha.

“Hey there sweet Omega.” You smile at the softness in the rough Alpha’s voice. “You did so good, baby. Made your Alpha’s feel amazing.”

You preen at the praise, cuddling closer to Steve’s chest. “So so good. Go ahead and rest, doll. You’ve earned it.” He whispers in your ear.

You’re starting to drift off, listening to your Alpha’s speak around you.

“You know, last year, I knew you had her locked on your knot while we watched Scream.” Steve confesses. “Even though you were trying to be quiet, I heard you going at it before I came out. Might have even gotten off to it so I wasnt coming into the room hot.” He chuckles.

“Steven!” You jolt upright, to smack him on this peck.

“You dirty fucking dog. Just couldn't help yourself could you?” Bucky shakes his head. “Bet that wasn't the last time you jerked it to us.”

“That night wasn't even the first.” He replies with a shit eating grin as he pulls you back down, locking you in his arms. “Certainly won't be the last.”

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

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Slow Dancing in a Burning Room | Series Part 1

Series Summary: At a strip club, Steve figures out one of the dancers is homeless. He offers him the guest room in his home along with anything else he wants. He offers to take care of Bucky. Even though Bucky can't understand why.

Series Tags: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, sugar daddy Steve Rogers, stripper Bucky Barnes, age difference, no powers AU, daddy kink, dom Steve Rogers, sub Bucky Barnes

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Steve isn't a strip club kind of guy, usually. But his friend Tony drags Steve with him tonight.

Steve can admit, he is enjoying himself. Tony chose a men's strip club knowing Steve's taste. Tony's into everything anyway so it didn't slow him down. He has a line of strippers waiting to dance for him since he pulled out a literal bucket of money.

Steve isn't that flashy with his money. He's honestly only tipping the strippers because he assumes they need it. And also, the men are stunning, ripped. Yeah, they're nice to look at.

But it makes Steve's chest hurt looking at these men selling their bodies for money, parading around in their underwear as a necessity. No one should have to do that. But all Steve can do is tip them as much as he can.

Most of them have spotted Tony's bucket of money and are making their way over to him. So Steve's left to watch the stage and tip the dancers as they come and go.

That's when he sees him. By far, the youngest and smallest model the club has. God, he looks fresh out of high school. His skin is smooth and pale. He's fit, Steve can tell, but he only has half the muscles of his coworkers. He needs a little more meat on his bones to work up to them.

Beyond the model's body, his eyes catch Steve's attention. They're a piercing blue that digs into Steve's soul. The boy's hair is long and wavy, brushing across those blue eyes every time he moves his body around the pole.

Steve's mouth waters. He beckons the stripper over for a dance, takes out a hundred-dollar bill. The younger brunet's eyes widen. He straddles Steve's lap seductively and leans in close to his ear.

"You could pay for a private room with that," the boy breathes, digs his hips in circles and rocks a bit. "Or you could save the big bucks and take me home tonight... for free."

The offer is tempting, of course it is, but Steve doesn't want to just bed the boy for a night. He wants him off this stage and into his bed permanently. He doesn't want just sex.

"Just a dance is fine, thank you," Steve says, tucking the money into the waistband of the dancer's booty shorts.

The model shoots him a look, then rushes to the end of the dance. The boy proceeds to avoid Steve the rest of the night, he must be mad Steve declined his offer.

It doesn't surprise Steve in the slightest when he leaves the club later on and finds the same beautiful boy linking arms with an older man, walking toward the parking lot.

Steve returns to the club the next few nights. He watches the young man dance on stage every evening. Then at the end of the night, he watches the brunet go home with a different customer each time.

It's the end of the week and the boy walks out for the first time with no one on his arm, alone. It's the first time he notices Steve lingering by the door.

"It's you," the boy says cautiously, narrowing his eyes at Steve.

"I'm Steve," Steve puts out his hand but the boy only lets out a long breath.

"Bucky," he grits, looking around, refusing to shake Steve's hand.

"You need a ride somewhere?"

"Only if you're inviting me to your place."

"I have the room."

Steve notices the blush spreading into the boy's plump cheeks. Their eyes meet.

"If you're serious... um, yeah."

Steve nods, not looking surprised in the slightest.

"This way," he says clicking his car fob. His car beeps, the headlights flashing.

Steve drives the boy to his home. The younger man doesn't look stunned by the size of Steve's place. Or the decor once they get inside. He seems unfazed, distant even.

Steve fears this is what Bucky's done with every man. He does it because he has to. Because he has nowhere else to go, to sleep. He's homeless, Steve confirms for himself. It's exactly what he feared.

"So, the guest room is up the stairs," Steve says and takes the first couple of steps.

"The guest room?"

When Steve turns around he sees Bucky hasn't moved from his place in the foyer.

"Yes, there's an attached bathroom you're free to use as well."

"What?" Bucky says, shaking his head in confusion.

"I thought you needed a place to crash."

Bucky looks embarrassed, his face is turning that pretty pink color again. And it's beautiful, Steve gets distracted momentarily.

"You were at the strip club," Bucky counters. Steve only nods. "And you..."

He's at a loss for words.

"I offered you a room to stay. It's no trouble, really. It's just up these stairs," Steve motions to him.

Slowly, Bucky begins to step forward and follows Steve up the staircase. When they reach the guest room, Steve opens the door.

"I can offer you some spare clothes although they might be a bit big on you," Steve says, casting a glance up and down the smaller boy.

Bucky notices and arches an eyebrow but he decides to accept the offer.

"If you don't mind, just a t-shirt and sweats would be great."

"Of course, I'll leave them outside the door. There are clean towels in the bathroom. Kitchen is also available. Let me know if you need anything."

"Um, okay…" Bucky says, his hands fidgeting. "Thanks."

"Goodnight," Steve says.

He shuts the door and leaves Bucky inside. He places the pile of spare clothes outside the door and heads back to the master bedroom for the night.

The next morning, Steve has a few hours to himself before Bucky rises. He gets a workout, run, and shower in before he's in the kitchen cooking breakfast.

Bucky comes down in the clothes Steve left for him. They are loose on him, they hang from his small frame and god, it makes Steve want to slip them right off, pick the boy up in his arms, and taste every inch of him.

Steve blinks the thought away.

"Morning," he says. "There's coffee. Breakfast'll be ready in a minute."

"Uh, I can head out if you'd rather," Bucky says.

"If you need to be somewhere otherwise I'd be happy to have your company a little longer."

Bucky stands there silently and in that time, Steve finishes the eggs and turns off the stove. He fills two plates with food and brings them to the table.

Bucky stares at the food as Steve carries his coffee mug over and sits. He motions to Bucky to sit across from him where the second plate is waiting.

Bucky moves slowly like he did last night. Like he's unsure of his every move, but eventually he sits and starts carefully eating. Steve smiles.

"I don't get what you're doing," Bucky mumbles through a bite.

"I'm offering you a place to stay," Steve says.

"For how long?"

"As long as you'd like."

"I can't pay rent."

"I'm not asking."

"What?" Bucky stops eating, his gaze snaps to Steve's in shock.

"You don't have to pay a dime. And you're welcome to stay."

Bucky's brows knit together, his eyes narrow.

"Sex then?"

"No."

"I don't get it."

"I've seen you go home with a different man every night this week," Steve begins to explain, but Bucky cuts him off.

"Why do you care who I fuck?"

"I don't care. I only care if you're using your body to find a place to sleep at night."

Bucky gulps and tries to hide it.

"Were you stalking me?"

"No," Steve laughs this time. "It's simple, really. I live in a big house alone, I have a lot of money I can't spend all on myself. I'd like some company."

"For sex," Bucky repeats again.

"No. I can't make that more clear. You're completely free to go and do as you please. The only catch is, if you live here you have to quit stripping. And if you do, I'll finance all your expenses. Food, clothes, outings."

"So what do I do while I live here?"

"Whatever you want."

"But I'd have to go on outings with you?"

"I'd like you to but nothing's required."

"So I can live here and sit in my room all day and eat all your food and spend all your money and you wouldn't care?"

"That would be fine."

Bucky stares at him for a long moment then blinks in disbelief.

"What?"

Steve continues eating as if to let him process the idea.

"What if I fuck someone else?" Bucky tries.

Steve simply shrugs.

"You wouldn't care?" Bucky balks.

"Why should I?"

"Cause I'd be living in your house, you'd be paying for everything. Why would you do that?"

"I like to take care of people. What I want is to take care of you, Bucky. I don't need anything more in return."

Bucky pulls at his hair, running his hands frustratingly down his face.

"You're so fucking confusing. I thought you were into me. Why would you pick me up at a fucking strip club?"

"Because you needed help. You had no life there."

"This can't be for nothing. No one is that nice."

Steve sighs. "Okay, look. Am I attracted to you? Yes. But that doesn't matter. I'm never going to force you to repay me, especially with your body. I genuinely like taking care of people. I've heard some call it a sugar daddy. That sounds a little weird to me. So I just call it helping you financially so you're not obligated to sell your body in that way."

Bucky stares at him.

"So what, we just co-exist under the same roof fucking other people while you pay for everything?"

"If that's what you want, sure. If one day, you want something else just tell me."

Bucky narrows his eyes, trying to figure out Steve's angle. The angle he doesn't have.

"And what if I want to fuck you?"

"If you truly want that. Not to repay me but because you want me in that way... then we can talk about it."

"Talk about it?" Bucky scoffs. "Jesus, what are you some fifty-year-old prude."

"I'm not a prude and I'm not fifty. I'm forty-three."

"Whatever," Bucky rolls his eyes.

"I will ask one thing. I would appreciate it if you would curb that kind of language. All those foul words don't sound very nice coming out of such a pretty mouth."

Bucky blinks wide. "You're flirting with me. Ha!"

Steve shrugs. "I'm allowed to flirt in my own home. And all I'm asking is you clean up your language if you're going to live here too."

"And if I don't?" Bucky crosses his arms.

"I can't force you. It's about respect. If I decide I don't like this arrangement, I'll discuss with you the terms of ending it."

Bucky stares at Steve for an elongated beat. Like he's trying to figure this out. Like he swears he's being tricked.

"Fine, whatever," Bucky agrees. "No cursing."

"Good. Now let's finish breakfast."

#stucky #stucky fic #stucky fanfiction #stucky series #series part 1

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andydrysdalerogers · 10 months

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Yours Submissively ~ Commitment

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Banners by me!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Preparations

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Belle was nervous.

Why wouldn’t she be?

Here she was, back at the same club that set off a chain of events three months ago that changed her life. Why on earth did she let MJ and Hope convince everyone else that this was good idea?

She sat nervously in the booth, glass of champagne in hand, wearing a ridiculous crown and sash while the rest of her party was dancing. She looked at her phone and sent a message

B: Why did you let them do this to me. S: not having fun? B: not really B: no strippers right? S: I asked them not to sweet pea B: I wish I was home with you S: Me too B: less than two weeks S: And you’ll be mine B: I’m already yours S: But I get to tell the whole world B: I love you S: I love you. Try and have fun

Belle sighed and put her phone down. She decided to go to the bar to get a drink away from her group. She just needed a moment to herself. As she waited, a body stood next to her to order. “Gorgeous?”

She turned to look at the man who spoke. She squeaked in surprise. “Paul?”

“It is you! Wow!” Paul Diskant stood next to her like a dream. She swallowed when he took her in and zeroed in on her hand. “This explains a lot,” as he took her hand, her ring sparkling.

“It’s not… that didn’t happen until after,” she tried to explain, pulling her hand away.

“No need to explain Belle. I read the papers.” Paul took a swallow of his beer.

“Oh.” Belle chewed her lip. “I’m sorry. About that night.”

“What’s to be sorry for. You danced with me, and I made a move, you ran away. Obviously, there was something else going on. Why did you run?”

“Because he was there that night. Told him to fuck off but instead he proposed.” She looked at Paul with a shrug and a smile. “I love him.”

Paul smiled. “That much I gathered. So why are you out?”

“Bachelorette party. It was a surprise.” She frowned. “I thought you were back in Los Angeles?”

“I got the job in New York. I actually work for your husband’s security team but it’s my night off, so I came out with some of the guys I met.” He nodded towards a group of men who were hitting on some other woman.

“Ah, well, I’ll let you get back to them. It was nice to see you again Paul.”

“The same Belle. You’re still as gorgeous as I remember. Rogers is a very lucky man.” He gave her a kiss on her knuckles and walked away. Belle returned to her table just as shots were being served.

The next morning, Belle woke up with her head pounding, Steve flat out next to her. She sighed when she took in his boyish looks as he slept. She got up and headed to the bathroom and then the kitchen to start a pot of coffee for herself and Steve and Bucky. She was scrolling through her social media, sipping her coffee when she sputtered.

Clear as day was a photo of herself and Paul at the club last night. “Oh shit.” She read the highlights of the article. That she was there for her bachelorette and that a handsome man made a pass. No idea how the couple left it.

“Well, that’s interesting,” a voice behind her said.

Belle jumped and dropped her mug which Steve swiftly caught. “Oh my god, Steve, I can explain.”

Steve gave her an amused smile. “No explanation necessary love. Breakfast?”

Belle eyed him. “Why are you so calm? Last time I was out, you wanted to murder him.”

“Isabella,” Steve sighed, “do you remember what happened when you came home last night?”

Belle frowned as she tried to remember. When she couldn’t she looked at Steve who chuckled. “You were a little more drunk than you think you realized. I picked you up from the club and you stayed in my lap, making out with me. As I carried you in, you told me, and I quote, 'I saw Paul and I remembered why I love you so much. He’s like a hamburger and you’re like steak.' It was amusing. Especially when you decided to ride me.”

“I what?”

“Yeah, see I tried to put you to bed but you attacked me with your beautiful lips and I was putty in your hands.”

Belle hid her face in her hands. “Oh god. Steve, I’m…”

“Don’t be sorry my love. It’s my job as your husband to satisfy you in any way that I can. You needed a release and I’m happy it’s me you decided to do that with. I love you.” He leaned over to kiss her softly.

“I love you,” she replied as soon as he let go of the kiss. “Did you know he’s working for you?”

“Yes. Bucky brought me all the profiles and I saw his. Recognized him from that night.” He sipped his coffee slowly.

“And you’re ok?”

“I am. Keep your enemies close and all that.” Steve gave Belle a smirk as she frowned. “Relax love. He is part of our security detail. If he was truly a problem, I would terminate him on the spot.”

The next 12 days flew by, and Belle found herself at the Plaza hotel with her bridal party preparing for her last night as Belle Davis. The girls lounged around in matching pajamas completing every cliché thing for Belle.

“Are you nervous?” Pepper asked.

“About being in front of two hundred people of which I don’t know about 90 percent of them, or getting married? Because the answer is yes.”

“You don’t want to marry Steve?” MJ asked shocked.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just… I don’t know how my dad would feel about this or how my other parents…” Belle took a big gulp of her drink. “I just wish I knew how he felt about me marrying his hero.”

“He’d be proud,” Nat quipped. Belle looked at the red head. “Belle, after everything you’ve been through and finding love in this crazy city, he would be proud. At least, that’s what I think. But knowing you, the way you handle yourself with Steve and Bucky for that matter, you can take on the world.”

“And,” Pepper started, “being the wife of a mogul is hard but I will be there for you every step of the way.”

“Plus, you have your best friends,” MJ said, “to help when we can.”

“Thank you, ladies,” Belle said as she brushed away a tear. They broke for bed and Belle laid down, knowing she needed rest. But, when you have become accustomed to sleeping next to someone, it takes a while. She pulled out her phone

B: Hi S: you ok? B: who ever came up with the tradition to separate the bride and groom should be shot. S: you can’t sleep either B: Nope. I’m cold. S: And I’m too warm. S: A sign that we are meant to be B: You ready? S: I’ve been ready. I love you B: I love you.

It’s what she needed. Reassurance that he was on the same page as herself. She looked at the photo of her father that she brought with her. “I miss you daddy.”

Morning came and with a flurry of activity. The wedding was scheduled for two in the afternoon, but it didn’t stop Belle from being busy as soon as she woke.

Steve sat in his office, reading emails and getting updates on the church and the venue. Bucky came in with a glass. “Here punk.”

“Thanks Jerk,” he mumbled taking the glass but not looking away.

“Steve. Steve!” He finally looked up. “What are you doing?”

“I’m… I’m… I don’t know.” Bucky could see if was pale and a little clammy.

“Ok punk. Ok,” he came over and sat in front of him. “What’s going on?”

“What if I am ruining her life? What if she dies because she’s my wife? Phil, would he want me to marry her? I couldn’t save him and now I’m putting his daughter in danger…”

“Whoa, slow down Steve, take a breath.” Bucky grabbed the glass of water and shoved it into his friend’s hands. “Drink,” he ordered. “Listen, I have a couple of questions.” Steve nodded. “Do you love her?”

“More than anything.”

“Ok, do you think you have done everything you possibly can to protect her?”

“I think so.”

Bucky smiled fondly at his best friend. “Then Rogers, buck up because you have to get ready to marry the girl of your dreams.”

Steve looked up at his friend. “She isn’t Peggy, right? She wouldn’t leave me there like she did, right?”

And right then, Bucky understood.

Italy 1944 “Can’t believe we’re doing this,” Steve said straightening his tie. “You sure you want to punk? Its only been a few weeks.” “We could die tomorrow Bucky. I don’t wanna wait anymore.” Steve arrived at the steps of the chapel. There was a man waiting there. “I’m sorry Captain but Agent Carter was called away. She asked me to give you this.” And handed him a note. Sorry Steve, we’ll take care of it soon. P “Well shit. Ok, I guess I’ll have to wait.” And wait he did. After Bucky fell off the train and was presumed dead, he wasn’t in the mindset to get married. Then after a couple of weeks, he asked again but Peggy said now she wasn’t ready. What he didn’t know yet was that she had resumed an affair with Daniel Sousa. Until he walked in on them just before the battle in Austria with HYDRA. Her kiss before he jumped onto the Valkyrie was a request for forgiveness. Crashing the Valkyrie felt like the only way out, but he didn’t admit it to anyone. Except Bucky.

“No pal. She’s not her. Belle loves your punk ass for some reason. And after everything she has gone through and put up with, I know this to be true.”

“Thank you, Buck. Really.” Steve drained the tumbler of liquor and got up. “Let’s get ready.”

St. Agnes Church in Brooklyn was nostalgia for so many reasons. Its where Sarah Rogers baptized her son and where they attended until the day she died. So, when Steve brought Belle to see if this would work for their wedding, she immediately said yes. Steve stood in the entry way, greeting guests as they arrived, his groomsmen escorting people to their seats. Steve had chosen not to wear his army uniform, electing a black tux with a gold waist coat and tie. His groomsmen were in the same except for a dark navy waistcoat and tie. He just finished shaking hands with the mayor when a familiar face came into view and his mood darkened. “What are you doing here?”

“I figured I could apologize and watch.” Sharon Carter shrugged her shoulder as she stopped with her date.

“I didn’t invite you.”

“Oh, I know. He did.” She pointed to the man with her. Steve remembered him as an accounting executive. “Mr. Anderson.”

“Mr. Rogers, thank you for the invitation.”

“Of course. Such a loyal employee, how could I not. You’ve been with me since the beginning, correct?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Loyalty is such an amazing quality to have. I hope that you will continue to be loyal to me and the company.” Steve shook the man’s hand, squeezing subtly.

“Of course, sir.” Anderson could read the message. Everyone knew that Sharon had a thing for Steve. Now he understood he was tricked into bringing her. Well, nothing was going to interfere with the wedding on his watch. Not if he wanted to keep his job. “Come along Sharon.” He pulled the woman away.

Steve smirked, knowing that Anderson understood the message. The church was almost full, and a limo pulled up revealing the bridesmaids. Nat came up to Sam with a kiss before reaching over and adjusted Steve’s tie. “She’s right behind us so you better get to your place,” she said.

“Yes ma’am. How is she?”

“She’s good. Ready to be married to your dumb ass.” Nat smirked at him. “She’s a little nervous but once she sees you, I think that will go away.”

Steve kissed her cheek. “Thank you, Nat.” He hugged the other ladies and then escorted Pepper to her seat. He finally looked around the church. Belle had tried to involve him when she and the wedding planner were looking at designs, but he really had no interest. But now, he was in awe of his princess.

The church was filled with white and pink roses, sprays of daisies and hydrangeas in white, soft pink and blue. The aisles were lined with black lanterns with white lit candles and petals around them. It was classic, elegant but still understated and demur. It was he and Belle as a couple. He took his place in the front with the minister and took a deep breath. The music started, the pianist playing a version of Journey’s “Faithfully”, something both he and Belle found comforting. He hummed to himself, I’m forever yours, faithfully.

He watched as the doors opened and the bridal party made their way down the aisle. Sam and Nat, Tony and Hope and finally Bucky and MJ as the best man and maid of honor. The ladies were also in navy blue gowns but different cuts. The doors closed again and then the music changed and Steve had to smile. His girl was nothing if not surprising as the soft sounds of Adele’s “make you feel my love” played. He took a deep breath and waited for the door to open. He was ready.

Ready to commit to the love of his life.

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