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Red, White, and Love - Part 1

*Rich Steve Rogers*

Summary: Steve hires a maid, but he didn't expect one as cute as you.

After inheriting an estate he didn't even know he owned, Steve became the third richest man in New York, after billionaire Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark of course.

He just kept his newfound profit rather private.

Bucky joked that he was the ideal bachelor in current times. With Tony Stark tied down and Bruce Wayne currently out of the spotlight, Steve had that look so to speak. The low-key lifestyle that many women found attractive. Steve wasn't focused on the dating scene at the moment, though his friends couldn't fathom why not.

"Place is fucking huge man," Bucky murmurs, sidestepping Sam who could only whistle in awe. "You're going to need a whole crew to clean this place," Steve was stepping towards the front door of the literal mansion he now owned. "Why I hired a maid," He replies, opening the door just as you were about to knock.

Steve had gone through a local temp agency to find someone quick, and only your name and background information had been shared. "Mr. Rogers?" You were holding out a hand, offering a small smile. You were wearing the typical black and white dress that barely met your knees with flat black boots that stopped just above the ankle. A more modern twist to the boring old style, with just a hint of sex appeal but just enough modesty to seem appropriate.

Courtesy of the temp agency.

It took Steve a second to gather himself, his head tilting slightly as he ran his gaze over you. Your hair was neatly platted into 6 slim, long cornrows that met your mid back, three each thrown over both shoulders. Your nails were salon approved, not too long, but not too short either, a few different rings lining both hands that looked as smooth as butter.

"Jesus Steve, let the pretty lady in," Bucky interjects, causing Steve to snap out of his obvious trance. Steve is stepping to the side to allow you inside, and you give his friends a smile. "Bucky Barnes," Your brow is raising as he's taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips. "Pleasure," You murmur behind a chuckle. You meet the other's gaze who just sends you a nod, which you return with equal nonchalance, causing him to smile humorously. "Sam Wilson. Pleasure. Ignore my horny and confused friends," Steve is clearing his throat, capturing your attention rather quickly. "Sorry about that, here, let me show you around," As Steve starts to lead you further into the home, you're chancing a glance behind you, finding his friends to be tilting their heads.

Men.

You settled into a routine rather quickly once you started working for Steve Rogers. AKA Captain America. He didn't know much about taking care of such a large property, but you learned a few things here and there doing different jobs.

You were exactly what he needed. Efficient. Quiet. In and out. Sometimes he forgot you were even there. You knew the moment you came face to face with him, the others at the agency would be so jealous. Not that you followed hero's and their lives, but out of the Avengers, Captain America was by far your favorite and the cutest. And that was before you knew about this beard thing he had going on.

He was a very attractive man, and standing at about 6'2? You could be in heaven. He was a very modest man you noticed, always keeping eye contact with you whenever he interacted with you. He didn't get too close either; kept his hands at a respectable distance. He was cute, in this very...caveman, innocent way.

You came in at the start of the day around 8, maybe 9 if necessary and left around 6. Sometimes 7 if it was a Friday to wait out traffic.

He was usually gone on the weekends if he was on a mission, usually letting you have the days off. He paid you on top of what the temp agency gives, thanking you every time about how good of a job you were doing. As he started getting used to being in such a large place, he started to make some necessary changes like the painting that seriously needed to be updated and the wood flooring that needed an update to more modern standards.

He was so adorable when he came to you one afternoon to ask of your opinion, finding you currently wiping down the glass case he had just for his shield, something easy for him to quickly maneuver and grab when he needed it.

You were standing on a ladder, having finally gotten annoyed by the dust you saw gathering at the very top. It was an old ladder that you found off to an older part of the home, the object creaking with every move you made as you carefully stepped on your toes.

You didn't hear him at first, something you still had to get used to, until he was just about next to you. "Hey, I'm not big on this whole design..." Of course your startled yelp throws you off balance, your rickety choice of stability not doing much to hold your weight either, and you're quickly stumbling without much time to brace yourself.

"Shit," He murmurs, quickly setting down the paint cans he had in his hands, his hands coming back up to brace your hips. He's bracing you on his shoulder, one arm spanning across the tops of your thighs while his other hand presses against your abdomen to keep you from tilting forward.

Your hands had instinctively grasped onto his head, nails pressing gently against his skin. "Sorry about that," He whispers, gently easing you off his shoulder and to the floor. You're shaking your head, giving him an easy smile. "It's okay. You should really come with a bell," He's chuckling, meeting your humored gaze before they flicker downward, his throat clearing as he still had his hands on your waist.

He's quickly putting space between the two of you, your attraction growing just slightly in relation to him. "And you need a new ladder. I was coming to ask your opinion on what colors I should use. Never really had an eye for these things and could use another's opinion," "You mean a woman's opinion," "Well yes...wait no...not because women are more aware of decorative styles and..." Your soft burst of laughter makes him pause in his flustered rambling. "I'm just messing with you. Sure, what colors do you have there?"

*******

Who knew it would take almost a month to paint the place top to bottom?

Steve hired painters of course who also specialized in wood staining. It was definitely hard keeping the place clean with so many people walking in and out to which Steve told you not to stress too much about it.

While the painters worked in certain areas, you were usually off to the side on your laptop and doing some coursework. Working in a temp agency gave you some flexibility to work towards your Bachelors degree. In your free time while at work, it's what you did to fit some class time in.

Steve kind of let things go on as they were, not too much oversight needed from him as he was in and out a lot recently. It left you pretty much alone with the painters. None of which you had a problem with except for one. His name was Trey. Wasn't your type by any means, and he seemed to misunderstand the word no. You were very polite in the rejecting of his phone number, rejecting an ask for a date, and in your simple answer of not interested.

You knew how men could be nowadays, so it was a scary thing to deal with in the first place, and it was sometimes just awkward when he'd come to work and you'd have to see him. Didn't stop his flirting or his random pop-ins to eat his lunch in vicinity of you cleaning or doing your schooling.

You always felt like he was leering at you, for once feeling self-conscious about your attire.

It was one afternoon that really made you feel on edge in his presence. You were currently wiping down the kitchen counters, finally alone downstairs as the painters could finally work their way upstairs. You had your headphones in, not too loud, but enough to black out unnecessary noise.

You were turning from the sink, your heart almost leaping from your chest as Trey was standing right behind you. You were for sure letting out a scream in fright, pulling out a headphone in slight anger and fear. "Jesus! What the hell!" He's holding up his hands in a surrender motion, giving you a smile that didn't feel comforting. "My bad beautiful. I was trying to catch your attention, but you couldn't hear me obviously,"

Your lips are pursing as you hold onto the rag that was slightly dripping to the floor. "What do you want?" You question, the softness in your tone betraying just how nervous you were in this moment. "Nothing big, I just wanted to know if you wanted to grab lunch," You're shaking your head, "I already told you, I'm not interested," You're moving to the side, and his feet follow your movement.

"You haven't tried, so how do you know you're not interested?" Before you can respond, Steve's voice is floating into the kitchen, an edge to his tone you've never heard before. "Because she said no. Don't you have a job to do?" You keep your eyes on Trey, watching his gaze shift, his expression quickly changing before he could school it.

"Yes sir," You feel like you can breathe when Trey steps away, leaving through the other entry point of the kitchen. You didn't realize you'd been standing in that same position until Steve was stepping in front of you, grabbing the cloth from you. "You okay?" He questions, setting the cloth on the counter. You nod a few times before looking elsewhere, shaking off your rattled nerves.

His hand is warm as he gently grasps your chin, guiding your gaze back to his. "It's okay if you're not. If you have a problem, just let me know and I'll take care of it. Is this a problem I need to take care of? Hmm?"

You're becoming lost in his gaze almost as he's brushing a thumb along your cheek. Dark blue eyes almost staring into your soul. You're shaking your head, offering him a small smile. "It's okay. Thank you," He slowly nods before removing his hand. "I'll walk you to your car tonight,"

******

The next week, Steve was gone, an emergency Avenger mission.

You did your normal duties as usual, overseeing the painters as well. Trey obviously had a talking to as he didn't bother you at all throughout this time. Every night, you locked up the house after the painters before heading home yourself.

Friday was a messy day, the rain having held up the usual painting as scheduled. As it got worse outside, the painters had to call it a day, and you watched them all leave, locking up behind them before leaving yourself. Steve's estate was more off to the countryside of New York, just a good half an hour from the city, your commute home just about an hour.

There was nothing worse than realizing you left something half way home. Your passenger seat was empty, and unusual sight, until you realized you left your laptop. You knew you wouldn’t be back up there till Monday and you couldn’t go all weekend without it. After carefully making an equally slow drive back to Steve’s you were ready to grab your item and go.

As comforting as the house was coming together, it was eerie to be in it by yourself, especially with the weather. The lightning and thunder shaking the place and illuminating dark corners you didn’t wish to see.

You made your way to your usual spot in the living room, seeing the chair you usually sat in empty, your laptop bag nowhere near it. You checked the kitchen and dining area, finding that space empty too.

You always kept it int very few places, so it was baffling. Maybe it was in your car already and you just didn't put it in its normal place?

As you quietly tap against your braided scalp to quell the itch that was starting, an ironic time for a head scratcher, you're struck frozen for a moment by the semi-open window in the dining room.

With a furrowed brow, you're making your way over, pulling your sweater closed over the top of your clothes to keep out the cool wind. It takes a bit of strength, put you're pulling the window shut with a loud slam, latching the lock in place.

As you peer outside momentarily, your reflection staring back at you, you're startled by the one beyond your own.

"Forgot something?" With a deep swallow, you're taking in a slow breath, praying to God you were dreaming. What was he doing here? You saw him leave like everyone else.

Trey is holding up your laptop bag, and your body flinches by the way it slams on the granite table. That was probably broken. You don't say anything. Your heart quickening in your chest as you can hear him stepping over the creaking floorboards. Getting closer. You watch his reflection carefully, your hands starting to shake the closer he preyed upon you like a cat to a mouse.

The hair-raising fear makes the hairs on your arms stand up, and with a blinding fear almost crippling you, you were reaching to unlatch the window, trying to move as fast as you could to push the window up.

It's not easy of course, but you manage with the adrenaline running through you. You're barely crawling out before Trey is yanking you back by your foot. You're catching yourself on your hands before you could faceplant to the floor, rearing back your free leg as hard as you could, hearing a sickening crunch before Trey seemed to howl almost in pain.

Your leg was being freed, and you scrambled to your feet, screeching in pain when he was grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you towards him. With your arms and elbows flailing, you manage to hit some soft tissue, once again freeing yourself before you were racing into the kitchen and snagging one of the largest kitchen knives you could get your hands on.

As you turn back around to face Trey head on, he was gone.

*******

When Seve pulled up to his home, quite agitated and tired to be fair, he was surprised to see your car.

He didn't think you'd still be here, especially in this weather or at this time of night.

He's ashamed to admit that he thinks about you a lot. It was definitely a challenge being around you on a regular basis, and not to mention your clothes were very short, leaving him to eye bits and pieces of you he knows he shouldn't.

What made you attractive is that you didn't treat this like a game. He didn't find you bending over objects just so he could barely see your ass or find you in places you had no business being.

You were classy in your ways of interacting with him. Giving him that pretty little smile, your bracelets clicking together whenever you were talking to him about something that required the moving of your hands.

He knew a lot about you just from your background, but the two of you did have interesting conversations. Sometimes you'd ask him about his missions if he happened to come back earlier than usual, your presence still in his home. And he would talk your ear off about them until he had to stop himself.

He asked you about school and how you liked it. Sometimes if he was free and you weren't doing much, he offered to help you study, or even read over any papers you were writing for a second opinion.

He learned you lived alone with a cat named Jasper, you were single, not having been in a serious relationship since your early 20s.

You always smelled good too. He could still smell your lingering perfume when you left. Steve really was a modest man when he could be, but sometimes those late night thoughts would creep up on him, not so appropriate fantasies playing out in his head. With you being the star in every single one.

Sometimes he imagined having found you sneaking into his room. Sometimes you'd tease him all day until he had enough and no choice but to give in to the lust and genuine feelings he was developing.

He thinks...no, knows you might have a little crush on him. He knew when he saw a little Captain America keychain attached to your keys. Minus the looks you'd give him when you thought he wasn't paying attention.

Another factor he seemed to enjoy about you was your authenticity. You weren't trying to be someone you weren't. You were yourself, in the way you spoke, in the way you acted, in the way you looked. He's never been one to discriminate, no matter the times he grew up in.

You were beautiful, inside and out, and maybe his friends were right, maybe he should get into dating. No one had caught his attention before, not like you, and not since Peggy, but being alone was getting rather old.

If you happened to stay later than normal, maybe he should make dinner. Get you to stay and just...see where the night goes. He wouldn't want you driving home in this weather.

With that in mind, he was walking up to the door, peering inside your car momentarily to make sure you weren't sitting inside it.

The moment he pushed open the door, he immediately felt like something was off.

It was too dark and too quiet.

You were nowhere in sight either.

He's closing the door behind him, finding the wind to be lending a helping hand by the way it easily pulled shut. He's flipping on the light switch, brow furrowing as the power seemed to be off.

Setting down his bag and shield, he makes his way to the basement door, blinding following the stairs and into the dark. He's quick to find the power box, flipping the switches in place.

The lights are immediately flickering back on, and he's pausing momentarily, feeling that off feeling again. He didn't have to flip the reset button, rather he had to flip on all of the lights. Why were they off? You wouldn't turn them off.

As he pulls out his phone, thunder rocks the floor, the wind howling outside to harsher speeds. He could hear the trees whipping thin branches and leaves. The power is officially going out.

Using his flashlight, he makes his way back up the stairs, going through his contacts to give you a call. Closing the basement door, his phone rings as he dials. He wasn't sure why he hadn't just called your name, but granted he's quiet as it is already, he'd rather not scare the shit out you again.

Your phone is vibrating close by, and following the sound, he makes his way towards the base of the stairs, seeing the faint and cracked glow of your phone.

He's on edge now. There were many questions. Why were you still here? Where were you? And why was your phone broken?

Before making his way up the stairs, he checks the kitchen and dining area, finding your laptop bag on the table, and the window partially open.

As he takes careful attention to what is starting to look like something gone horribly wrong, he notices the red smear just as the lightning flashes through the windows.

The kitchen drawer in open, one of his knives missing.

He didn't like this.

As he quietly steps around, his foot is stepping on something. Lifting his foot and bending down to retrieve the item, he can tell from the feeling alone and the small heat shaped charm that this was your bracelet.

He glances upwards as he can hear movement from upstairs. Heavy feet. Too heavy to be you.

You were somewhere in this house, and there was someone else inside.

It was like a switch went off. A part of him going into hero mode while this settling rage underneath takes up a place deep inside of him. Not only did he have the urge to protect his home, he needed to protect you too. He'd be dammed if something was about to happen to you.

Like a thief in the night, he makes his way upstairs, the fresh scent of your perfume drawing his attention. You weren't upstairs very often, due to the renovations still being done, and with how much he barely used the extra rooms. You dusted and wiped down things here and there, but that was all.

His first thought is getting to you first, then he could take care of whatever threat was inside. You left a scented trail almost, one he was hoping only his nose could pick up so strongly.

His bedroom was at the far end, and he carefully makes his way through the hall, peering into bedrooms to see if he could catch a glimpse of whoever else was here. He's quiet when he enters his room, and his shoulders slightly relax as he knows immediately that you're in here.

Don't ask him how, he doesn't know other than from the smell of you. He can almost hear your heart beating. No matter how long Steve has been around, people still underestimate the strength of his abilities. He and Bucky were probably the strongest around to this day.

The only true hiding space was his closet, and he's quick to open the doors, slowing momentarily at the creaking. A walk in closet was still something to get used to, and even though the darkness greeted him, he could still pick up your shaky, muffled breathing.

At the soft calling of your name, you were emerging from the darkness of your ideal place of safety, the lights flickering back on before going off immediately once more. Steve is placing his hand over your mouth to keep you from making any sudden noises, softly shushing you. "Shhh, put it down," He's grabbing the shaking knife from your hand, placing it on a close shelf.

You could barely speak through your erratic breathing, and Steve is cupping the sides of your face carefully, bringing you out into the room, the constant flash of lightning bringing you just enough light to see his face.

"Who's inside?" He asks calmly yet quietly. "Tr-Trey. He-chased me all around the ho-house a-an-," "Okay...okay. Shh, shh, it's okay. I'm here now," He closes his eyes for a moment as you press yourself against him. "Stay here," As he starts to pull away from you, you're grabbing onto him in a blind panic. "No, no, don't leave me, please," You're holding onto his arm for dear life, shaking your head vigorously. "Steve....please, I-," Seeing that you're truly afraid of being left alone, he's pulling you towards him, keeping a firm grasp on your hand.

"Okay...okay..."

******

With no sign of Trey and feeling safer by staying the night, you let Steve set you in a guest room for the night, your outfit currently in the wash while you wore of his long tees and a pair of his boxers.

"Do you need anything?" Steve was leaning against the door frame, watching you carefully as you brushed your braids to one side of your neck. "A bonnet," You reply softly, more so to yourself, but of course he heard. "I don't...know what that is," The words cause you to chuckle, and you glance over at him. "For my hair, but no...I'm okay,"

He's nodding in response, looking over you briefly before clearing his throat. "Well, I'm down the hall...of course, and just yell if you need anything..." Silence descends momentarily as the two of you hold eye contact. "Good night Steve," "Good night," He closes the door as he leaves, and you sigh softly, looking around momentarily.

Though Steve assured you it was clear, you were still afraid to let your guard down completely. You tried however, laying down in the soft bed, listening to the hard rain. You tossed and turned most of the night, a constant rattling in the closet keeping you from fully falling asleep.

The more you listened to it, the more paranoid you became, too afraid however to check it yourself.

You felt guilty for waking Steve from his sleep hours later, shaking his arm to get him awake. He'd been sleeping well obviously, something you noted when you were stumbling over your words to get him to check the closet for you.

He of course did it without complaint, marching down the hall with you right behind him, your hands pressing into the warm, thick, muscles of his bare back. Sleepy or not, he was ready to fight whatever you thought was in the closet, only finding an old coat on a hanger that kept scratching against the wooden door.

You were giving him a sheepish smile, apologizing profusely. "I'm sorry I woke you up for this," He was closing the closet door, giving you a look you could only describe as adoration. "I don't mean to be that guy, but you are by far the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Right now, every part of you could just fan-girl so hard you could die.

"And I've been wanting to tell you that for a while now," Your brow furrows as your brain falters in giving a response. "Fuck it," You're taken off guard by his soft murmur before his hand is cupping underneath your chin. Leaning a hand against the wall for balance, he's dipping his head to kiss you softly, your hands finding purchase against his chest.

His body is closing the distance between the two of you, pressing against you.

Steve Rogers. Captain America. Was kissing you.

Cue internal swoon.

PART 2 - Coming 04/04-05/2024

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nekoannie-chan · 60 minutes

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Lovely

Hangry

Word count: ~2,000

Pairing: Steve x reader and Bucky (platonic), no pronouns used

Warnings: Just a lot of fluff. Mild cursing.

It's been a year and a half since my last posted works! I'm VERY out of practice 😅 I'm trying to work on some smaller prompts on my list while I get myself back into writing and continue working on the Loki blip in the universe prompt. It's not my best, but I hope you enjoy in any case!

This was based on a Prompt for Steve x reader as well as a prompt where reader and Bucky bug Steve while he's making a public appearance.

“Tell us, Captain, sir - how did the Avengers manage to track down the villain’s hideout this time?”

“Well, good sir - we have state-of-the-art technology that allows us to track electronic signals from thousands of miles away…”

“Ugh, he is such a ham!” you muttered to Bucky under your breath as you observed Steve from a distance. “We’re never going to make it to the store if he keeps stopping every time a reporter tries to chat him up!”

“Steve can’t resist bragging about us,” Bucky chided, nudging you with his elbow.

“Yeah, well… some of us are hungry!”

You huffed and folded your arms across your chest in annoyance, trying to catch the reporter’s eye with your scowling face, but she was far too enamored by the star-spangled captain to pay you any mind. How had a simple grocery run for ice cream turned into a twenty-minute interview with the press??

“I swear, I’m gonna go drag him away from that reporter by the ear if he doesn’t stop talking in the next 60 seconds,” you grumbled.

“Why do that when we can mess with him instead?”

You turned to look at Bucky, who had a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“Go on…”

He smirked, shooting you a wink. “Watch and learn.”

You watched silently as Bucky meandered casually toward where Steve stood speaking with the reporter and her photographer. Steve was none the wiser to his friend approaching from behind.

“… but the serum isn’t the only thing that makes us heroes. It takes a whole load of grit and determina-HAY-tion-!”

Steve flinched as his best friend subtly reached up and pinched his side mid-sentence, effectively silencing him. The captain recovered quickly, though, chuckling nonchalantly as he flashed Bucky a look. He continued on with his sentence after that, refusing to acknowledge what just happened.

“Wait - Steve is ticklish??” you whispered incredulously as Bucky returned to your side.

“Very. Why does that surprise you?”

“I don’t know, I guess I just assumed the serum eliminated weaknesses like that.”

Bucky chuckled. “Nah - if anything it made it worse.”

“Oh-ho, I’ve got to try this for myself!”

You quietly paced up behind the blabbing soldier, pretending you were casually walking past to avoid drawing attention from passerby. As you stepped by him, you reached out and swiftly dug your fingertips into his ribs for less than a second. Steve choked on his words and whipped his head around instinctively. You ducked out of his field of vision and prodded his other side.

“Excuse me,” Steve requested politely, turning around as nonchalantly as possible to find you standing behind him with a guilty grin on your face. “Can I help you?”

“I just came to remind you that we have somewhere we have to be,” you stated sweetly.

“Yes, but it isn’t urgent,” he muttered.

“Oh, I think you’ll find it to be very urgent, actually,” you whispered, shooting him a cheeky wink. With a long, drawn-out sigh, Steve turned to the reporter.

“My apologies, ma’am. Duty calls.”

You saw Bucky clap a hand over his mouth and nose to cover the snort that burst from his nares. Trying hard not to openly roll your eyes in front of the reporter, you nodded in the direction of the grocery store and began marching purposefully toward your destination, with Steve following in your wake.

“You two are infuriating,” Steve grumbled once you were out of earshot from the reporter.

“Excuse me - I just want to go get my ice cream and head back home to eat it,” you countered. “You’re the one who decided to schmooze with the first person who asked you about your superpowers.”

“I’m just trying to maintain good public relations. Maybe you should try it sometime.”

“Ugh, no. I hate talking about myself.”

The three of you bickered amicably the entire way to the store. It hadn’t ended by the time you’d made it back to the tower kitchen and dropped your grocery bags on the counter.

“I’m just saying - it wouldn’t kill you to wear a hat or something to hide your face from reporters when we’re just trying to go to the store,” you griped, shrugging your sweatshirt off your shoulders and hanging it on the back of one of the kitchen stools.

“It wouldn’t kill you to try to be friendly to strangers every once in a while,” Steve retorted.

“Excuse me - I am a very friendly person! I’m just selective about it.”

“Friendly as an angry porcupine, sure.”

You gasped indignantly. “Are you saying I’m sharp with people??”

“You’re just a little… prickly.”

“Ooh, now that’s an insult,” Bucky hummed sarcastically.

“You’re just as bad, you know. Forget porcupines - you’re like a venomous sea urchin or something,” Steve shot back at his friend. You snorted.

“Steve… you’ve really got to work on your teasing skills,” you chuckled. “A ‘sea urchin?’ Really?”

“I could just take your ice cream”

You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t you dare.”

Steve held your gaze for a moment, eyes darting briefly to the bag on the counter between you with the ice cream inside. You lunged for the bag handle, but Steve predicted your move, snatching it out of your reach before you could get a hand on it.

“Damnit, Steve!! Give it back!” you whined, rounding the counter to swipe for the grocery bag. He turned his back to you, maintaining a barrier between you and the prize. “Bucky! Help me out here!”

“Nah, this is pretty funny to watch,” Bucky chuckled, snickering as you swatted at Steve’s arm.

“Yeah but your ice cream is in there too!”

Bucky sighed. “You make a fair point. Steve, buddy, give it back.”

Steve snorted. “You’ve been just as much a pain in my rear today! Why would I give it back to you either?”

You gasped dramatically, catching Bucky’s eye. “Are you gonna let him talk to you like that?”

“‘Course not!”

Without warning, Bucky lunged at his super soldier friend, tackling him to the floor. The bag of ice cream slipped from Steve’s grasp in his surprise, which you quickly snatched up before he could regain the wherewithal to take it back. With a triumphant shout, you tore the cover off your pint of ice cream and dug a spoon out of the drawer, swiping a scoop off the top layer and shoving it in your mouth with a contented sigh.

“Mm… finawwy,” you mumbled with your mouth full. Swallowing, you pointed your spoon accusatorially at Steve where he was currently trying to shove Bucky off himself. “You know, you’ve been a pain in my rear all day. You deserved this - it’s nice to see someone teaching you a lesson.”

“You two are pains in my rear every day!” Steve huffed as he grasped at Bucky’s shoulders and pushed.

“You did not just say that!” you gasped dramatically.

“Yeah, how dare you!” Bucky added, pinching at Steve’s side for emphasis.

“Bahah- Bucky, don’t start this,” Steve warned as he grasped his friend’s wrists to still his hands.

“Ooh! Wait!” You set your ice cream and spoon down on the counter beside you. “I want a go! Bucky, hold him there for a minute.”

“Whahat??” Steve laughed in surprise, a nervous edge to his voice.

“Sure!” Bucky offered, ignoring his friend’s protests as he maneuvered his wrists from Steve’s grasp and swiftly pinned his arms to the floor a few inches from his sides. “Quick, before he gets free!”

"On it!" You crouched down beside the super soldiers as Steve tugged against Bucky's grip. Without waiting to listen to Steve's protests any further, you began to scribble your fingertips into his exposed sides and ribs rapidly. You heard a thump behind you as Steve kicked his heel against the floor in protest, now pulling more frantically to escape his best friend's hold.

"HA-HEHEY! Cut it ohout!!"

"Nah. I deserve a little reward for tolerating you all day," you snickered, prodding at his belly. "Hey, Buck - where should I get him next?"

"Ohh, definitely under his arms," he suggested with a smirk. You pinched your way up his ribcage before slotting your hands into the narrow space between his biceps and his upper ribs. Bucky adjusted his grip to pry his friend's arms away from his sides as he attempted to clamp them down to limit the space under his arms.

"BUCKY!! Let me go-HO-HO this I-HI-INSTANT!" Steve demanded.

"No can do, buddy. I'm enjoying watching you get taken down a peg."

"DAHAMNIT BAHARNES!!"

"Oof, language Steve!" you teased, digging your fingers into the soft spot under his arms. "Where else is he ticklish?"

"The spot on his stomach right under his ribs - that'll really get him good." Steve nearly managed to slip his wrist from Bucky's grasp, but he quickly shifted his grip once again. "Better do it quick - I can't hold him much longer."

"Say no more." You pulled your hands free from under Steve's arms and danced your fingertips across the muscle-clad skin of his abdomen just under his ribcage as Bucky suggested. He threw his head back with a heavy stream of laughter at your touch, arching his back against the floor in desperation. It was only another moment before he finally succeeded in escaping Bucky's grasp.

Steve sat up swiftly, a playful but menacing gleam in his eye as his gaze immediately landed on you.

"Oh-ho, shit!" You scrambled to get to your feet to make your escape, groaning defeatedly when you felt a strong set of arms wrap around your waist and yank you backward.

“You really think I’d let you get away with that?” Steve asked rhetorically as he tightened his arms around your midsection to hold you in place.

“W-wait, Steve, we can- ahaha nohoho!” Your protests were cut short as Steve’s fingers kneaded into your sides. “Bucky! Hehehelp!!”

“Nuh-uh. You’re on your own, my friend.” The infuriatingly unhelpful super soldier waltzed over to the counter to retrieve his ice cream, planting himself atop the countertop and digging in while observing the two of you wrestling on the floor below.

“USELEHESS!!” you cried, attempting futilely to pry Steve’s hands off your sides.

“Nice try. You should know better than to mess with me by now,” Steve teased. He loosened his grip slightly to scratch at your belly. A rumbling laugh erupted in his chest when you screeched in protest and doubled over, suddenly much more frantic. “Oh, what’s this?”

“DAHAMNIT STE-HEE-HEVE!” Your grip on his hands was far too weak to even budge them now - not that you’d had any hope of succeeding before your muscles had weakened from his tickling. You leaned more heavily into him as you succumbed to laughter. He responded by lowering you down to lay on the floor beside him, freeing both hands to dart randomly around your sides and stomach. Weakly, you tapped your palm on the floor beside you in surrender. Steve threw in a few more exceedingly ticklish light scratches along your belly before relenting in his revenge.

“That’ll teach you,” he teased with a grin, offering you a hand to help you off the ground. You grasped your abdominal muscles that were now aching from laughter.

“I-hi… I’ll probably still mess with you,” you admitted breathlessly. Steve made a noise of protest in his throat and reached over to pinch your side, but you swatted his hand away. “Noho more! You’ll kill me!”

“So dramatic.” He rolled his eyes. “Here - here’s your ice cream. Hope it melted while you were tormenting me.”

“Harsh!” You snatched it from his hand and stuck out your tongue, then turned to look at Bucky. "And you - you were zero help, thank you."

"Hey! I held him down for you! I was very helpful, in my personal opinion."

The three of you went right back to your friendly bickering session, as though nothing had happened. Any outside might wonder how you could all be friends, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

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Aww

quick hurt/comfort steve rogers x gn!reader drabble

tw: Steve doesn't think he's good enough, crying (steve), hurt/comfort

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"What's wrong, Stevie?" You ask, laying down next to him in the bed. He's faced away from you, staring at the wall with the blanket pulled up close to his face. It's like he's trying to hide from the world.

"Nothing, sunshine... Just tired is all, real long day." Steve says, not looking at you. Him not even turning to look at you makes your stomach turn uneasily. This isn't like him. You gently run your hand through his hair and kiss his head. His breath hitches as you wrap your arm over his waist.

"This what you want? Hm?" You ask, slightly teasingly but also oh-so gentle just like he needs. He relaxes into your hold and nods hesitantly.

"Yeah," He admits quietly. You hold him closer, you front against his back and you leave a barely there kiss to his jaw. He takes a shuddery breath and you feel his shoulders shake. You laan up to kiss his cheek and feel the wetness there.

"Guessing it wasn't just a long day," You say, running your hand up and down his torso. He sighs and shakes his head. "What happened?"

"Fury's been getting on us and I think it finally just got to me." Steve says before slowly turning around in your arms. You lay back and he rests his head on your shoulder. "Just never feel good enough."

"Oh, Steve... Baby you're more than enough." You say gently. You run your hand up and down his back now, occasionally running your fingernails up and down.

"You think so?" Steve asks, propping himself up to look down at you for a second.

"I know so." You say firmly but with so much love in your voice it makes his head spin. He leans down and kisses you and you finally feel his body completely melt. He lays back down and sighs softly.

"Love you, Y/N." Steve says gently, kissing your shoulder. You kiss his head and hug him tightly before loosening your hold again.

"I love you too, Steve."

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My heart...

‘Til the end of the line | Stucky

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> WinterSoldier!Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> After another sleepless night and some stories about Steve and Bucky, they find him and Bucky can confess the feelings he has for Steve.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 2012

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (T) violence, mention of brainwashing

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> 10 Years Anniversary CA:TWS | April 4 | Theme: ‘Til the end of the line | Helicarrier, 1940’s, Reunion, “Schoolyard and battlefield”, Favourite Stucky scene | @catws-anniversary

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Bucky turns around in his bed, throwing his head from one side to the other. His breathing is heavy, and when a sudden scream leaves his lips, he immediately wakes up. Tears are burning in his eyes, slowly falling down his cheeks, his chest raising and falling fast, and his muscles tensing while he looks around. Sweat is covering his body, and he sits up, listening to the sound of his dog tags touching one another. A sound that calms him down slowly. He rarely has a night where he isn’t waking up himself, screaming, and crying because of another nightmare. Bucky’s hand slides to the side, touching the cool floor, and he sighs softly. He knows he is at home; he is at the Avengers compound. A soft knock on his door, and the door opens quietly. Bucky’s gaze snaps towards the door.

“Bucky? You’re fine?” Natasha asks, looking through the now-open door of his room.

His eyes are still red, and trails of tears cover his face, but he nods softly. Bucky inhales deeply, sliding his fingers through his hair. He tries to smile at her to ensure he is oke but Natasha walks into the room, claiming the door then and walking closer to the soldier. She smiles, encouraging him, knowing Bucky is embarrassed of himself for screaming and crying in his sleep once again. She lets herself take a seat next to him on the ground; her hand makes its way to his bare back, and she draws small circles on it.

When she did that the first time after Bucky saw Steve on the bridge a while ago and him not recognizing Bucky, she sat next to him as well, waiting until Bucky told her about the nightmares he has, and he said sorry a lot. He felt bad for waking her up because he had a nightmare. Natasha made sure that she did it because they are friends and because she knew it’s not easy to see someone he knows so well, someone he loves, who acted like he didn’t know Bucky anymore. The sweat never stopped her from touching him because she knows he needs it; he needs someone who is there and someone he can be closer to so he won’t feel alone anymore. And since then, she often spends the night with Bucky; they talk, sometimes she just helps him to calm down, and then they both sleep. They are friends, good friends, and even though they are so close, both of them have no other feelings than best friends have for each other.

“We will find Steve, and he will remember. Do you wanna have some hot chocolate too?” She asks, knowing that Bucky loves them just as much as she does.

“With whipped cream and marshmallows,” Bucky says, chucking softly. “Let me take a shower first.”

Bucky got up from the floor, reaching for Nat’s hand and pulling her up as well. He then takes some clothes, walking toward the bathroom while Natasha walks to the door, which leads into the floor. She just opens it, facing Bucky and smirking playfully.

Don’t take too long, old man. Otherwise, the chocolate will be cold.”

Bucky rolls his eyes and walks into the bathroom, hearing Natasha laughing. Then he takes off his boxers and gets into the shower. The hot water relaxes his tensing muscles; the scent of the shampoo he uses makes him sigh softly; and he enjoys the hot water running down his body. He washes the sweat off his body, letting the hot water fall down on his body a while longer before he gets out of the shower and drys himself. Bucky rubs his long brown hair dry and then wraps the towel around his waist. He always feels better when he has a nice, hot shower. After doing everything in the bathroom, including taking on his fresh clothes, he makes his way out of his room and into the kitchen, where Natasha is already waiting for him. He inhales the sweet scent of the hot chocolate and the marshmallows in the room, smiling softly.

“Smells delicious as always when you make that hot chocolate.”

When Bucky reaches his best friend, she hands him a cup of hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream and marshmallows. Then they both walk to the couch, letting themselves fall down on it and making it comfortable. Bucky hums when he tastes the chocolate, causing Natasha to laugh.

“Do you want to tell me more about you and Steve from the 40’s?” She asks softly, so he doesn’t have the feeling that she puts him under pressure.

Bucky thinks for a moment; she already knows a bit about them both, but there are some more things he hasn’t told her yet. There are some funny things he really wants to tell her. So he does exactly that, with a smirk he licks with his tongue over his lips.

“There was the event; it was supposed to show things that will be created in the future. Even though the flying cars aren’t working yet. But before we went there, Steve was in the cinema, and I think he loved to get punched. He told the boy, who was stronger and taller than Steve, to be quiet because he wanted to watch the movie. They went outside into the alley next to the cinema. You should have seen little Steve lifting his fists and jumping up and down in front of the guy who was almost two Steve’s big,” Bucky says, laughing when he remembers the small Steve jumping up and down to punch the boy in front of him. “And then the guy punched him, and Steve got up and told him he could do that all day. But the way he jumped up and down like a bouncing ball was really cute.”

Natasha laughs so hard that she almost spills her chocolate on Bucky. Bucky takes a sip of his chocolate before he has another funny story in mind, which he tells her.

“During that show, Steve went to something like a museum. There was a picture of a soldier, and when you were standing in front of it, you saw your face as that of the soldier. But Steve was too small, so he wasn’t able to see his face there. It was pretty cute. Later, we went to war, and the people always said ‘schoolyard and battlefield, and we were always there together. First with sticks, then with uniforms.’”

They both chuckle softly, and after a while and a few more stories of Steve and Bucky, Sam walks with Fury into the room.

“Steve, you know me. You know me your whole life,” Buck says, looking at his best friend.

“I don’t know you.”

The cold eyes and the coldness in his voice lets Bucky shiver. Steve still looks confused at Bucky, but at the same time, he looks like he remembers his best friend. The man he used to love in their 40’s, the man who protected him until Steve got imprisoned by Hydra after he turned into “Captain America” which turned out to be an experiment Hydra did. He wasn’t Captain America; they just told him, so they got him into the ‘Winter Soldier program’. But since Bucky said his name and he kind of remembered the other man, he is even more confused. Who is he? Where is the other man?

“Your name is Steven Grant Rogers,” Bucky says.

“Shut up!” Steve shouts, overwhelmed by his emotions.

The brown-haired man looks so familiar, but as much as Steve tries, he doesn’t get the things together to get to know where he knows the other man. He told the Agents of Hydra that there was a man on the bridge, someone he knew. But the agents didn't pay attention; they brainwashed him to make sure he did his job and didn't get distracted during his missions. Steve’s eyes slide from Bucky to his shield and back at Bucky, then he punches him, and the brown-haired man staggers back but gets his balance back and looks at Steve.

“I’m not gonna fight you. You’re my friend,” Bucky explains, letting the weapon he holds in his hand fall down.

'Actually, you’re more than a friend to me,’ he thinks, but doesn’t say that just yet. His breathing is heavy, and the sweat is running down his skin. Steve is breathing just as heavily as Bucky, his jaw clenched, and he holds his shield tightly in his hand, pressed against his body. The moment the weapon falls through a hole in the helicarrier, Steve walks closer to Bucky, throwing his shield in the direction of his best friend and hitting him. Bucky walks a few steps backwards before he falls down, and Steve uses the moment to throw himself on top of him.

“You’re my mission.”

Steve’s fist meets Bucky’s face harshly, blood flowing out of his nose, but he doesn’t do anything to get his best friend off of him. He knows Steve doesn’t remember him; he knows that Steve is brainwashed.

The helicarrier around them slowly breaks into pieces. Steve is still on top of Bucky, punching his best friend over and over again.

“You. -punch- Are. -punch- My. -punch- Mission.”

Steve breathes heavily; his chest is falling and raising fast, while he looks down and into the ocean-blue eyes of his best friend.

“Then finish it, ‘cause I’m with you ‘til the end of the line,” Bucky says, waiting for Steve to punch him once again, but he doesn’t.

Steve’s eyes widen, and he remembers the man in front of you. The moment he said that sentence to Bucky when they were together in the Hydra base.

“Get out of here.”

"No, not without you- because I’m with you til the end of the line,” Steve shouts back.

The hand of Steve falls down; he is just about to get off of Bucky. Suddenly it cracks next to them, and in the next moment Bucky falls down, landing just a few moments later in the river.

“Bucky,” Steve mumbles.

Without hesitation, Steve jumps after Bucky, catching him and swimming with him in his tight grip out of the river. Bucky’s eyes are closed, and he seems unconscious. Steve lets himself fall down next to his best friend, his fingers running through his soft hair, while he admires the beauty of the brown-haired man.

“Buck,” he mumbles, lifting the head and shoulders of his friend off the ground and placing Bucky on his lap. “My Bucky.”

Slowly, the man wakes up, feeling warm but with wet legs underneath his body. He opens his eyes just a bit, seeing his best friend through his lashes.

“S-Steve?”

“Bucky, hey. Buck, it’s me. H-how are you?”

Bucky chuckles, looking at Steve and lifting his hand to caress Steve’s check.

“I’m good. I-i missed you. I never thought I’d see you again. But you’re here. Please don’t leave again, Stevie. I-I love you.”

“I won’t, Buck. I’m here, and I love you too. Do you want to be mine?” Steve mumbles, and Bucky nods euphorically.

He leans down until their lips meet; the kiss is soft, and they both move their lips carefully but with so much passion against each other. Bucky smirks softly, his hand sliding through the blond hair of Steve. And suddenly Steve’s feelings and memories are back; he knows all he ever felt for his best friend and all he still feels for him.

“But Bucky, they will look after me.”

“I will protect you, Stevie.”

“And we’re there for you too,” Natasha says behind them, smirking at Bucky, who has red cheeks and looks at his best friend.

Steve lets Bucky sit up. The brown-haired man leans closer and kisses Steve once again before they both get up.

“Let’s get some food first; I’m starving.”

“You’re always hungry, birdy,” Natasha and Bucky say at the same time.

Steve chuckles, wrapping his arm around his now-boyfriend’s waist and pulling him closer.

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨

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It hurts

The Bolter (part three)

Steve Rogers x f!reader

synopsis : Steve carries out his decision to return to Peggy, aiming to live out the rest of his days with her. But this means he's leaving everything behind - he's leaving you. Did he make the right choice? Will there be anything left with you to come back to?

in this chapter : The reader returns to New York for the first time after Steve left, reuniting with Bucky. We see a little more of what the reader and Steve went through while on the run.

themes/warnings : pining, tension, unrequited love, two sad saps (reader and Bucky) trying to get over trauma and heartache :(, language, brief mention of injuries

word count : <2k

masterlist ▪︎ previous chapter

2024, three months after Steve's departure

You just finished your second mission since the final battle.

Since Tony. Since Nat.

Since... him.

Only three months, or rather, three long months. You don't know why Sam was worried that you are apparently overworking yourself.

He keeps calling you up, checking in from time to time, making sure that you are allowing yourself to relax. Have a little break. Stay with them in New York for a while. Maybe even have a couple of sessions with the therapist Bucky is seeing.

He must have done a darn good job at convincing you, or maybe you were just exhausted, because you arrive back in New York soon enough.

And Bucky comes knocking on your door not long after.

Your eyes meet, both of you blocking your doorway. Not a single word needs to be said - the understanding you two share runs much deeper.

Two kindred abandoned souls and whatnot.

You step aside to let him through and close the door behind him. His hair is trimmed shorter now, and with his getup, he could pass as just another civilian. It takes another beat of silence before he finally asks, "So how are you?"

You snort at how ridiculous his question sounds. He knows. "How are you?" you counter, eyebrows raised in a challenge.

"Touché," he says, shrugging off his leather jacket and placing it atop your kitchen island. He knows his way around. He's been here before, on the many nights you both shared drinks with Natasha, Sam and... him.

Damn it. You curse internally. It's okay, his name was Steve. He's not the fucking boogeyman.

He gives you a quick once over, immediately noticing that you're putting a lot of your weight on your left leg.

"I fell out a window," you sigh.

"Fuck's sake," he grimaces, shaking his head.

"Hey, we can't all be super soldiers, Buck. My muscles are just a bit softer than yours."

He presses on, still concerned, "Checked in for your physical yet?"

"Booked it for tomorrow," you respond. "But it shouldn't be too bad."

You feel his eyes continue to scan you, but in a non-invasive way. He's checking for more injuries, more signs of wear and tear. He's a lot like Steve, but his gaze is different, less commanding.

More broken.

"Anything new?" you have to ask to distract yourself, and he picks up on it right away. About Steve. He hasn't shown up like he said he would. You had been dreading it - the possibility of seeing a much older Steve, after he got to live out his life in this timeline.

He promised he would try and find you. A version of him, at least. White-haired and wrinkled and weary, but still your Steve. He said you would see him again, in what would be his future and your present, and say a real goodbye. Maybe even tell you all about his life and his girl.

You thought you blocked all that out, but sadly it did not slip your mind. You remember. And you didn't want to be there when it happens.

But nothing did, and you didn't know whether to be worried or relieved.

"Nothing," Bucky shakes his head. "But Dr. Banner is keeping track on whether there are any anomalies in the timeline, specifically in where Steve went back. Everything seems to be normal."

He's fine, and he finally got his normal. And you should let go.

As if he can read your mind, Bucky says, "It's hard to let go, isn't it?"

He's struggling. Of course he is. Bucky also has an old skin to shed, and bones to bury. You never encountered the Winter Soldier back in the day, but you heard of him.

Once you got to know Bucky, you never needed to know anything else. This is who he really is, and he's a good person. He's your friend.

And Steve trusted him. He believed in him. That would have been enough in your eyes, if anything.

"What makes you think I haven't let go yet?" you smile weakly.

He exhales, smiling back. Because, he seems to say, I know you.

Stepping forward, he opts for putting a hand on your shoulder first, unsure. He squeezes gently once, but then changes his mind and pulls you in for a hug at the last second, careful not to add any stress on your leg.

It takes the breath out of you, with his vibranium arm wrapped around your midtorso.

"I'm glad you're back," he mumbles against your hair.

Bucky knows that only you would really understand. The others, maybe they loved Steve too. Admired him. But it was different with the two of you.

Clint can move on with his family. Sam has his new responsibilties. Thor is out of world. Wanda has her own burden to bear. The world will go on as it always has.

But not for us, you think. As he held you tight, you decide that you will help Bucky through it. You will make sure that he gets the peace that he deserves and he is able to let go of Steve. Even if doesn't happen for you, this would be enough.

You offer him a drink after a moment, and he accepts without hesitation.

This is how it starts. This is how the two of you begin to move on.

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2017, ten months after the Avengers' Civil War

"Where were you?" Steve's voice came from somewhere in the room. He was seated in the small living room of your shared cabin, blinds drawn shut, almost out of sight.

You twisted around, and let your duffel bag fall to the floor. Squeezing the bridge of your nose, you let out a shaky breath. "What the hell, Steve, you nearly scared me."

You rummaged through the cupboard, looking for your stashed whiskey. "Nearly," you repeated in jest, when you heard him making his way to you.

You got a much better look at him then. His hair had darkened due to its length, and his beard was thicker. You were going to need several swigs of hard alcohol to resist jumping his bones.

"I was worried," he said, and his tone was gentler. It made you feel guilty, and you didn't know why. "I came back from Wakanda and you were gone."

"I wasn't gone, Steve. Sam needed help getting away with something, you know how it is. We don't exactly have a set schedule on when and where to go, given our fugitive status."

"I know, I know," he said right away, frustrated. What's wrong with him? "But you could have called, left a note - "

"A note could have been intercepted."

" - anything. Just to let me know how you are. You could have been taken in for all I know - "

"You really think I would let them take me in?"

He threw a stern glare your way, propping a hand on his hip. Based on his stance, you thought of how it looked like Captain America was about to give you a good scolding.

But you beat him to it. You were just too tired, and your arm was killing you. "Look, Steve, I had to help Sam and you were still in Wakanda checking up on Bucky. I didn't think it was a big deal. I thought I would be back here by the time you - "

"What's wrong with your arm?" he interrupted you, his practiced eyes easily noticing the damage, and reached for your forearm. "Take your jacket off."

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head before you can catch yourself. "What?" you squeaked, but you knew just what he meant.

Steve was on full Captain mode, always looking out for anyone he feels responsible for. That's all it was. You had to remind your hopeful self that it was nothing more.

His hands were waiting by the neckline of your jacket, asking for permission. Ever so polite, even when his mood is sour.

You can ignore a lot of things, compartmentalize your emotions. You're used to it all, not getting too attached to anyone or anything as a result of your chosen life.

But you couldn't ignore the burning feeling his fingertips left behind as they grazed your skin. When he guided you to the couch so he can take a better look at the bruises on your arm, you were seated close. The closest you've ever been to each other, but he didn't look fazed at all.

Of course not. This doesn't mean the same to him, as it does to me.

You watched him the entire time, his long eyelashes almost grazing his cheek as he looked down at his work. His brows furrowed in concentration. Once in a while, he mumbled something that sounded like, never should've happened, or gotta watch out next time.

It didn't take long for him to fix you up nicely, your arm disinfected and wrapped in gauze.

After you thanked him, you stood from the seat, ready to compartmentalize that moment too. Because that was not the time to go falling for anyone, especially not someone who was just too good for you.

But he grabbed your hand before you walked away, looking up at you as he stayed seated.

"Steve?" There it was again, that burning. That warmth. If he didn't notice the goosebumps on your skin before, you were sure he saw them then.

"I - " he hesitated, before finally deciding on, "I'm glad you're okay."

You tilted your head, smiling. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, y'know."

His worried and serious expression drops and he smiled, eyes all crinkled.

And that was one sight you won't ever be able to ignore.

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A week later, Natasha dropped by. Sporting a brand new white-blonde hairdo that suited her just as fine as her signature red.

You teased her about it, saying how she must have been waiting for an opportunity like this to have an excuse to drastically switch out her hairstyle.

The two of you sat on the bench on the patio while Steve chopped up wood in the distance, looking like a right ol' lumberjack.

He looked too damn good, and it annoyed you. He wasn't making any of it easy.

"You could switch your hair out too, you know. It helps in going incognito," she reached over and twirled a strand of your hair.

You swatted her hand away playfully, grinning, "Oh, but my face is too memorable so it might not even work."

"Oh really?" she smiled, with that mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, Steve certainly seems to think so."

"Uh, what do you mean?"

"He looks at you like you're his sun or something," she stretched out, amused by the obvious rush of blood to your face.

You shook your head profusely, because of how wrong you thought her assumptions were. "He looks at me because there's no one else around here to look at. Not for at least fifty miles or even more."

"Honey, please. It's my job to know these things."

"Oh, is it now?"

"Mhmm," she patted your knee, tilting her head in Steve's direction without turning to look at him. "I'm willing to bet Tony's LA mansion that he's looking at you right now."

"No, he's not - "

"Then prove me wrong."

But you turned, and you couldn't prove her wrong.

Your eyes met Steve's and when he realized your attention was on him, he simply smiled.

Like you were his sun, Natasha had said. But she was a bit off the mark.

You were never Steve's sun, but he was yours.

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It will be a bit more of jumping back and forth through time, before we see everyone back together (even Steve? 🤷🏻‍♀️)

It's the start of a potential Bucky x reader. I gotta be careful here because I might just flip and want the reader to be with him instead.. who could ever look over Bucky???? He's going to make it hard for us that's for sure.

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Oh...

Only Mine Part 3 Dark Professor Steve Rogers x Innocent Reader

Only Mine Dark Professor Steve Rogers x Innocent reader

Warning: Kidnapping, drugging, obsession, Dark Themes, Forced relationship, Forced marriage, Non Con,

Summery: Professor Steve finally explains what he really wants.

After much sleep and Professor taking extra good care of you, You were finally feeling much better, Your heavy eyelids slowly flutter open, the sunlight peeking through the curtains remembering everything that had happened you were kidnapped by professor Rogers, You sit up seeing him fast asleep, next to you on the bed, no shirt on Professor Rogers was fast asleep he didn’t look too bad for a professor, his chest toned, some hair on his chest,

You shake your head and slowly try to get out of bed not feeling so exhausted, You tip toe through the room, looking back at him he’s still asleep,

You tiptoe out of the room, just as you were about to open the door two arms wrap around you trapping you,

“I don’t think so doll.” He whispers in your ear, you can feel your heart hammering in you chest,

“Where am I?” You ask quietly

“My place, no one around for miles, sure it’s a bit far from the collage but it’s peaceful.” He says

You feel his breath on your neck,

“Why me?” You asked

“You are perfect, Not like the other whore’s especially that room mate of yours.” He whispers

“But your my professor, your your-” You say trying to find the right words,

“Your mine now, only mine, you are perfect, besides you graduate soon.” He says his lips touch your neck and you stiffen

“Relax doll I’m not going to hurt you.” He says, his arms still snaked around you trapping your arms,

“Please let me go, I won’t say anything.” You say trying to plea with him not sure what is happening

He spins you around that you are facing him.

“This is gonna happen doll weather you cooperate or not, If you don’t well lets just say I’ll have to make a call to your father on how you are getting such good grades.” He says smirking,

You know exactly what he was implying

“Or I could flunk your friend Jessica, so she could never get into a good collage again.” He says

You were horrified your eyes widen,

“But if you cooperate, I can treat you well.” He says his lips kissing the side of your neck, nipping at your skin.

“We could have a great life together, you would never have to work. I could support you..” He says descending on your collar bone,

“I know you have no experience in this field.” He says

His hand slowly going up your shirt,

“But I can show you, I know you had a boyfriend before.... But you never had sex before.” He says cupping your breast.

“No boy could ever show you the things I could.” He says you try to push him away but it does nothing, compared to his size it was like trying to move a house,

“Once you graduate we are getting married.” He says

Your eyes widen at the comment.

You shake your head no, your thoughts spinning. too shocked to speak,

He grips your chin,

“Yes, you are.” He says glaring at you

“You see Doll I’ve been searching for someone like you for a long time, Someone who isn’t tainted, Who knows value, Virtue and knows how to listen, And you are it, You are my good girl.” He says smirking kissing you on the lips stealing your breath away

Backing you up against the door.

Once he finally parted from you, He smiled down at you,

“I used spring break as an opportunity to grab you.” He says

“There are going to be rules, You break any there are going to be consequences.” He says

“What kind?” You ask

“The punishment kind.” He says looking at you sternly

“Number one is you do as I say when I say it, Understood?” He asked

You nodded he gripped your chin hard

“Words doll.” He says

“Yes.” You say

“Next is you ask my permission.” He says

“Yes.” You say

“And final you never run.” He says as he glares

“You run and you get punished.” He says

“Yes.” You say nodding

You knew you had to play into his sick game until you can get out of here, Spring break is two weeks so you had to escape.

“Any questions doll?” He asked

You slowly look up at him

“Can I go back to school?” You asked

“Yes, but You have to behave, I’m not going to rob you of your education.” He says kissing you

“Besides you graduate soon anyway.” He says smirking down at you gripping your hips.

“Now are you hungry?” He asked

“Yes.” You nod

Survive. You thought

“Lets have some breakfast then.” He says taking your hand and leading you out of the room.

He led you down a narrow hallway and down a flight of stairs through a very spacious living room, and finally entering the enormous kitchen.

A large wooden island in the middle of the kitchen, with a few stools. a large farmers sink, a big mahogany table with six chairs, a stainless steel refrigerator.

It was far too large for one person, why had he purchased such a large home if he lived alone you wondered,

“Take a seat it won’t take me long.” He says as he grabs a few things out of the fridge,

You quietly obey him, taking a seat at the island.

You watch as he cooks, not believing this was really happening, why you?

Just survive. You repeated in your mind,

You are brought out of your thoughts when he places a plate with an omelet in front of you with some fruit on the side, You look at the food,

“Um, Thank you.” You whisper

“Eat up.” He says smiling at you

How the hell were you going to escape

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I love it

_ YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME (chapter two)

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PAIRING — Steve Rogers x f!Reader SUMMARY — As his perfectly normal civilian neighbour, you’ve always been secretly curious about the Captain. Getting to know him while trapped together in your building’s elevator, however, definitely wasn’t on the agenda.

WARNINGS — May be uncomfortable for claustrophobics, but there’s not much else.

YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME

CHAPTER TWO IS IT WARM IN HERE OR WHAT?

Steve maintains a polite distance as he stands side by side with you in front of the elevator. He notices you tapping your fingers impatiently against the edge of your laundry basket, but he says nothing. He’s kind of gotten used to people being nervous in his presence; he’d always thought it was the uniform, but clearly not.

“Big plans for the day?” He asks, trying to make small talk. He’s seen you around the building plenty of times, but the two of you aren’t close or anything. You exchange polite hellos and brief nods, but that’s essentially it.

“Um, just conquering Mount Laundry,” you joke, lifting the basket a little in gesture. “What about you?”

“Just out for a coffee run,” he says, keeping his voice light, lacking the commanding tone he uses when rallying his fellow agents.

“No saving the world again today?” You ask, attempting to keep the conversation afloat.

“It’s my day off,” Steve replies with a shrug. But before either of you can say any more, the elevator’s chime heralds its arrival. The doors slide open with a soft whoosh, and Steve gestures for you to go in first.

You do so quickly, hoisting your basket—a motley collection of faded concert tees and mismatched socks—and step inside the steel box with him in tow.

Steve presses the basement button for you, the first floor button for himself, his arm inadvertently brushing past yours. You both lapse back into an awkward silence as the numbers above the elevator doors count down the floors.

“So, do superheroes do their own washing, or does Tony Stark have an intern for that kind of thing?” You say, and Steve hazards a glance over at you. He wonders if he’s reading into it too much, because he still hasn’t really learned how to read these sorts of social cues.

Suspended in the limbo of waiting, Steve ponders how you can make even mundane laundry talk feel like… something.

Maybe not a flirtation, obviously—he reminds himself, trying not to sound delusional—but certainly a moment.

“Of course,” Steve says, clasping his hands in front of him and turning back to the front of the elevator. “Can’t trust just anyone with the Captain’s uniform. What if they shrink it?”

Evidently, the mental image of him in an outfit of shrunken spandex is too much, and you let out a loud snort of laughter. You slap a hand over your mouth in surprise, eyes round as you glance over at him in embarrassment, but Steve just smiles really wide.

And then, the universe, in its infinite jest, chooses that exact moment for the elevator to shudder and halt mid-descent. The fleeting serenity shatters like the screen of a dropped smartphone, and Steve exhales exasperatedly.

“Oh, seriously?” He sighs, trying to keep the annoyance in his voice as mild as a decaf latte.

“Of all the damn times,” you mutter under your breath. “Sundays—the day of rest, my ass.”

“Looks like we’re taking an unexpected break,” Steve observes, the corner of his mouth twitching in mild annoyance.

“Great,” you manage, your voice an octave higher than usual. While you aren’t necessarily claustrophobic, the thought of spending any extended period of time in an enclosed steel box isn’t exactly your idea of fun.

“Hey, we’re okay,” Steve says, looking at you with those piercing blue eyes that somehow manages to be both commanding and soothing. “We’ll figure this out.”

You nod, your laundry basket now abandoned in the corner of the elevator, watching patiently as Steve fishes his phone out of the pocket of his jeans.

“Signal’s jammed,” he says, his brows furrowed and a hint of frustration lacing his otherwise steady voice. He presses the emergency call button, but there’s just a steady stream of static and nothing else. “Alright, Plan B then.”

“Which is?” You sidestep a bit as he steps around you.

“Stand back,” he warns before shrugging off his jacket and handing it to you, positioning himself in front of the doors. His fingers find purchase in the slim gap between them, his muscles flexing as they strain against the metal.

“Wait, are you kidding me?” You chuckle breathlessly, trying not to focus too hard the way the veins on his arms stand out like steel cables beneath his skin.

Uh… Claustrophobia, who? You resist the urge to start fanning your face.

“Wow, do you do kids’ parties too?” You joke, trying to focus on anything but marvel in the face of his sheer strength.

“All… part of the service…” he manages to grit, bringing the corners of your lips up into a smile, before the doors give under his manipulation.

Your heart soars with hope, but it falls just as quickly when the reality sinks in: you’re stuck between floors, most of the space between the doors opening up to an unforgiving slab of concrete.

There is a small gap near the top of the doors, a mere whisper of space, barely enough for a deep breath, let alone a daring escape.

“Okay, so crawling out through there is off the table,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, as he seems to be assessing the risk.

“Hey, I’ve done yoga in closets smaller than this,” you chime in, your voice laced with an edge of bravado that you don’t quite feel. “Plus, you’ve got the muscles; I’ve got the flexibility. Between the two of us, we’re practically one whole escape artist.”

“Off. The. Table.” Steve repeats, looking you dead in the eye, leaving absolutely no room for argument.

After holding his gaze briefly, you slump against the wall in relief. “Okay, good, because I wasn’t exactly keen on reenacting a scene from Die Hard today.”

“Alright, daredevil,” Steve snorts, giving you a wry smile. “Those noodle arms of yours would snap.”

Your mouth drops open in surprise and mock offence, and the sound of Steve’s laughter seems to bounce whimsically off the walls.

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If You Loved Me You’d Share Her

Relationships: Predefined Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader, Steve x Bucky, Reader x Steve x Bucky

Summary: You wake up to you, Steve, and Bucky’s shared home exhausted after a long night of activities with your boyfriend. His best friend has certain remarks to these acts. And soon you’ll find out maybe three isn’t a crowd despite what everyone thinks

Warnings: Smut, dubcon, threesome, cream-pie, voyeurism, and double penetration

It was a typical summer morning in your lovely home. You were lounging out on the small patio, reading a book in the sun. Your boyfriend’s best friend, Bucky, was in the kitchen, making breakfast. While your boyfriend, Steve, had just came back from a morning run, pushing through the door as he untangled his headphones from his ear. You watched as Steve walked over to see Bucky flipping pancakes and then, moving to step out onto the balcony towards you. “Morning, sweetheart.”

“Hello, darling,” you reply, closing your book shut. You loved how Steve looked in the sunlight, he resembled an angel, glorious and strong. Every muscle, perfect facial feature highlighted by the golden light. He nodded his head towards you signaling for you get up.

You get up from you lounge chair and Steve takes your place. He’s motions for you sit in a spot between his legs and happily do as he tells you. Your heart jumps a bit as Steve’s hands move to your waist, pulling you into him more. “Did you sleep well?” he presses his lips to your hair, his breath ruffling the strands.

Bucky was humming some light tune that you didn’t recognize as he carried a plate of breakfast out onto the balcony for you both. It was filled to the brim of pancakes covered in golden syrup with a side of colorful fresh fruit. You think back to Steve’s question,”I’d say so, but I’m in incredible pain from last night’s… activities.”

Your boyfriend’s best friend smirked a bit at the insinuation. Steve, however, just tilted his head to the side,”Activities?” He tried to keep his voice neutral but failed, a smirk growing on his lips despite his attempts to remain serious,”Were you out late last night with someone else?” He couldn’t help but reminisce about the way your body moved below him last night, the way you’d moan his name, tug on his hair…

“You know exactly what activities I’m going on about? And the only on at fault is you,” you say pointing at his chest.

Steve’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his smirk remained. Bucky knew exactly what you were implying, and he wasn’t going to make it easy for you two. He simply laughed a bit, setting the plate of food onto the balcony railing,”You two were a bit loud last night, you know.” Steve shot him a look, but said nothing in response. His gaze remained on you.

“Yeah well not only does Stevie have stamina for days, but he has some big personality traits due to that super soldier serum, if you know what I mean,” you tell the two men,”And I’m sure you do too Buck.”

Bucky choked on a laugh. Steve rolled his eyes, and tried to ignore what you had said previously. “We were loud?” He repeated, before adding, “We weren’t that loud-“

The other super solider was still snickering, but stopped after he saw Steve’s look. Your boyfriend then turned back to you, his hands going to your hips. “Were we really that loud? Are you complaining?” Steve asked you wondering if you don’t like how loud you two tend to be in the bedroom.

You laugh slightly,”No I’m not complaining, I love it when you do that to me. And I love all those sweet sounds you make too.”

Bucky laughed again, before saying, “You know what else was loud?” Steve rolled his eyes again, but didn’t really push the conversation, instead looking at you for your response. He ran his hands up and down the sides of your torso, moving them over the top of your legs.

“What was loud Bucky,” you ask him, slightly grazing Steve’s thigh. Steve slightly tensed at your touch.

Bucky grinned slightly as he said, “Your screaming.” Steve didn’t let it get to him, but there was a slight change to his expression that caught your attention. Bucky gave him a look, as if he was expecting a reaction.

“Why did you wish you were the one making me scream like that?” you ask him a smirk on your face.

If there was one thing Bucky enjoyed, it was torturing Steve on an emotional level. Hearing this only made the smile that had been playing about his lips widen a bit. Steve was starting to get irritated, though he hadn’t said anything just yet. It seemed like he was trying to stay calm in order to keep you from enjoying this. Bucky then asked, as he started to slowly move his hands up Steve’s thigh,”Are you jealous?”

Your breath hitched slightly at seeing the way your boyfriend’s best friend was touching your boyfriend. “Maybe,” you choked out.

Bucky smirked. “Only maybe?” he teased. Steve rolled his eyes again, trying to keep a stern look...though it was very obvious that he was at least a bit hot and bothered. He was still being careful not to let his jealousy show too much, but the slight tension in his body said more than enough.

“Okay, I am,” you say stroking Steve’s growing bulge in his pants.

Buck then leaned back against the railings. He was still grinning at the tension he was setting up between the two of them.

Steve’s eyes went wide when you grabbed him by the bulge, and the tension turned into nervousness. He looked down at your hand wrapped around him for a moment before his gaze returned to you. “Are you…” he started, but then cut himself off as he felt the jealousy in him begin to fade, replaced by an intense lust.

His friend grinned, moving his other hand to grab your thigh as well. “What if we give you a repeat of last night?”

“I think that’s the best thought you’ve ever had,” you say. You shift in your seat and straddle Steve who began to blush immensely. You grind onto his crotch searching for friction, you moan at his bulge brushing against your clothed folds. You had just gotten up so you were wearing nothing, but a short nightie and panties, a decision that you were proud of making.

Bucky began to grow hard over the sight of you and Steve dry humping. He palmed his growing tent becoming impatient,”Keep going.” You moan at his words. Your panties feeling soaked leaving Steve’s running shorts wet with your slick.

“Can we please take this to the bedroom,” you ask,”I want to feel both of you.” Both soldiers moan at your words.

Steve stands up and picks you up from around the waist,”I thought you’d never ask.” Bucky follows you two absolutely ecstatic for what was to come. Your boyfriend opens the door of your shared bedroom and lays you onto the bed’s satin sheets lightly. The two super soldiers stare at you with a hunger like lust that you’d never had been able to imagine.

Bucky looks at Steve as though he was asking him permission to touch you. Steve didn’t answer with words instead he simply nodded. Bucky ran his metal hand up your leg approaching your inner thigh. His thumb slightly grazed your soft panties causing you to moan. The cold sensation made you buck your hips towards his thumb.

“Now, now don’t be needy,” Bucky teased. Delicately he moved your cotton panties to the side and plunged his digits into your tight pussy. You began to moan, your folds enveloping his fingers. He began with one and moved it around feeling your gummy walls.

He wanted you to be prepared for his cock so he added another two fingers. It was different than Steve’s. With Steve his fingers were hot and soft while Bucky’s were cold and rough. He curled them causing you to buck your hips up towards the ceiling. “Bucky,” you moaned out. You felt a warm hand pull you down. You look up and were greeted by your boyfriend’s blue eyes.

“God, you’re such a slut. Getting all wet around her boyfriend’s best friend’s fingers as he watches. I bet you like this don’t you, me watching you, it turns you on you little whore,” Steve tells you. You were taken aback at his words. Never in your life had Steve called you such filthy names. You assumed Bucky had brought this dirtier filthier version of your boyfriend.

You came close to you climax when Bucky pulled out his fingers. You moaned at the empty feeling, upset that you had missed your climax. “Let me cum please,” you beg him.

Bucky shakes his head,”You’re not cumming until this pretty pussy is wrapped around both of our cocks,” you sigh,”Now strip for us.”

You carefully untie the bows of your nightie revealing your white lace underwear. Steve lunges towards your pussy and grabs your panties by his teeth. He drags them down your legs carefully and putting them in his pocket. He takes off his shorts as well as his running shirt leaving him only in his boxers. Bucky follows his impression and does the same.

Bucky reached behind your back and unbuckled your bra. He grabbed your right tit in his hand and squeezed it. Steve reaches for you left tit and begins to kiss around your nipple. He grabs it into his hand and puts in his mouth causing you to moan. The hot and cold feel from both boys causes you to feel overwhelmed in the best way possible. Both boys begin to kiss their way across your boobs and eventually meet each other halfway. They face each other and began to kiss passionately.

Steve palms Bucky’s dick and they make out in front of you. You whine desperately,”Please let me in.” They look at your desperate cries and chuckle.

Bucky pulls down his boxers and pushes he down to the bed. His length is unbelievable, he’s thick and girthy with a pointy tip. “Okay, Angel this is it,” he says. Tapping his dick towards your entrance, he becomes consumed by your folds. You begin to groan as he pushes his way in.

He’s thicker than Steve yet not as long, but he still fills you out in all the right ways. Slowly but surely he gets a steady pace slamming in and out of you. Steve approaches you from behind unclothing his cock. His length despite you seeing it a ton times is still impressive. Long and veiny everything you would need a cock.

Steve approaches your other entrance preparing himself. He enters quickly, making you hitch your breath. The two soldiers kept slamming themselves into you causing you to moan out their names. The boys met over your shoulder and made out passionately your hand becoming wrapped around Bucky’s hair. Bucky’s hand immediately went to massaging Steve’s ass.

You feel your climax coming and you moan as the knot in your stomach is undone. Your fluids enveloping the boy’s cocks. Soon you feel the hot strings of their cum fill your belly. “Fuck,” Bucky moaned out.

The three of you fall collapsed to the bed feeling tired and fulfilled. Steve got up and got a towel from the restroom so the three of you could clean up. He grabbed you and Bucky’s hands and lead you to the bathtub for relaxation. “You know we should do this again sometime,” Steve asked the both of you.

“I agree,” Bucky said smiling like a maniac,”If you’d loved me you’d share her.”

You look up at them and smiled,”Ditto.”

It’s safe to say that from now on you and Steve’s nightly actives will have a third member.

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So cute

Ransom and Marshmallow getting into a boop war with each other 🤣🤣🤣

"Boop."

Blinking a few times, Ransom watched as your finger withdrew from the tip of his nose and back across the kitchen island. You were standing there in your robe and slippers still in the late afternoon, clearly getting caught up in your day off by wasting time on the internet.

Ransom scrunched his nose slightly, wiggling it at the itch, "What was that?"

"I boop'd you."

You blinked up at him expectantly, but he didn't quite know what that meant.

"And?"

With a slight frown, you stared meaningfully into his eyes for a long moment and slowly raised your finger again. This time pressing with a little more force onto the end of his nose with a whispered, "Boop."

He blinked again as you withdrew your finger again, "Is this some stupid internet thing?"

"JUST BOOP ME BACK RANSOM!"

This time he rolled his eyes with a scoff, blue eyes watching you critically as you stood beside him at the counter. Ransom tentatively raised a finger, pushing before he made any contact with the tip of your adorable nose but that second was all you needed. With a flash of teeth and a cheeky grin, you lightly bit the tip of his finger with all the teasing mischievous mirth of an internet sensation cat.

"Hey," he exclaimed, hand dangling from between your teeth.

"Tha's wha hough get fo hot pahying," you mumbled around his digit.

Ransoms' lips pursed as he eyed you amusedly, "I'll show you what you get!"

Before he could get out of his seat you, spit out his finger and dashed out of the kitchen going for the stairs, "You'll never catch me!"

"Here I come pussy cat," he exclaimed taking the steps two at a time behind you. Grinning ear to ear as you giggled, dashing towards the bedroom where Ransom caught up to you and slammed the door shut behind him. "Got you trapped, Kitten."

"Oh no I'm so scared," you mocked from the rumpled bed, shuffling over the covers before Ransom tackled you with a heavy oof.

You laid still under him for a moment before trying to wiggle, "Christ you're heavy Ran."

"Must be all that Golden Retriever energy I've got," he growled into your ear.

"I was only teasing. It was girl's night with Lizzie, how was I supposed to know Grayson could hear me?"

Your excuses were short-lived as Ransom dug his fingers into your sides and all the little nooks and crannies he knew would have you squirming beneath him in no time.

Laughter and panic were hot in your chest as Ransom held you down, tears springing to your eyes and streaming as you wobbled back and forth at his mercilessness. "Ran. Please. Stop," you wheezed out. "Please! Oh no, I'm gonna pee Ransom! Stooooop!"

"It's what you get for teasing me," he shot back, mock rage in his voice. "Now take your punishment!"

A loud scream of laughter erupted from you as you managed to get the upper hand. Rolling him off of you and freeing yourself to the air of the room. You straddled him in the confusion, legs gripping his waist on either side.

"Ha," you exclaimed, sweaty and disheveled above him as your thighs pinned his hands to his sides. "Now who's got who?"

Ransom laughed a little, the rumble starting deep in his chest as he looked up at you, "Oh no, you got me. What do I do now?"

Narrowing your eyes you looked down at him before a very noticeable friend of his throbbed against your leg. With a smirk, you were sure to wiggle and settle your hips against him, just enough to tease and make him buck up against you just slightly.

"Close your eyes."

Instead of closing he narrowed his gaze at you as you began to lean down over him, "Trust me," you purred against him. "Close your eyes."

This time he did as asked, those impossibly long lashes touching his cheeks.

Ransom waited, feeling the heat of your breath and your weight shifting on top of him. Anticipating the feeling of your soft pillowy lips against his in that teasing brush he loved getting from you on playful days like this one. He waited patiently, eyes closed as he felt the ghost of your breath over his lips before...

"Boop."

"That's it!" Ransom shouted eyes shooting open as he flipped you over into the bed. You shrieked with laughter as he pinned you down kissing you as many times in a row as he pleased.

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Nomad!Steve + needs to blow off some steam + likes how shy and flustered you get when you realize he’s watching you from across the room

A/N: Thank you Siri for this prompt! The Hoe Queen doing what she does best! Providing hoe fuel!

Starring: Soft!Dark!Nomad!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Steve needs release, and he needs it from you.

Warnings: 18+. Public sex. Dub-con. Hand job. Alluded oral sex.

Word Count: 860

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

As you stepped into the crowded room your eyes immediately locked onto him. There he stood, a beacon of strength and honor among a sea of faces. Steve Rogers. Captain America. The legend you’d only ever seen on the news and in books was now before you. His presence commanded attention, radiating an aura of steadfast resolve.

As the room buzzed with chatter and activity, Steve Rogers remained stoic, his gaze steady and focused. Every inch of him exuded an air of authority and nobility, as if he was born for this moment. His iconic shield rested against his back, and you couldn’t help the feeling of awe and admiration that washed over you in the presence of a true hero.

You’d heard rumors, whispers in the shadows of how he’d changed during those years spent in hiding. Some spoke of a man haunted by his past, burdened by the weight of time and loss. Some said his time away made him see the depth of evil and corruption in modern society, which made him turn on those he had sworn to protect. But here, now, all you see is a man that carries himself with confidence and grace.

Steve looked out over the crowd at yet another event where he was the center of attention. The flashing cameras, the eager faces, the whispered conversations- it was all too familiar. He had become an icon to be revered and admired. But beneath the facade of heroism he felt the weight of expectation pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. The cheers and applause rang hollow in his ears, drowned out by the echoes of battles fought and lives lost. Each event, each appearance served as a stark reminder of the burden he carried- the burden of being Captain America. As he stood there, a solitary figure amongst a throng of admirers, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was all worth it. Was this the price of heroism? A life lived in the spotlight haunted by ghosts of the past? With a heavy heart, Steve forced a smile onto his face, masking the turmoil raging within him as he braced himself for yet another evening of empty accolades.

But then his eyes fell upon you. In that moment everything else was pushed to the background- nothing else mattered but you. There was something different about you, something that captured his attention in a way that nothing else could. Maybe it was the way he caught you looking at him when you thought he wasn’t, or maybe it was the way you shied away from him when you noticed he was looking at you.

The way your breathing became rapid and shallow audible to him over the din of the room thanks to the serum only fueled his intrigue further. He’s not clueless, he knows the effect he has on women, but it was different with you. He had to have you, needed to have you. After everything he’d done for humanity he deserved you, and he wasn’t inclined to take no for an answer.

With each step he took towards you his pulse quickened. You were perfect. His gaze locked onto yours, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants when you looked up at him with those beautiful eyes. “Can you help me with something, sweetheart?”

As you eagerly nodded he took your hand and led you out of the bustling ballroom, slipping through the side door into a quieter hallway. The air seemed charged with electricity and your heart quickened with each step. You stole a glance at him, curious about what awaited at the end of this unexpected journey. Finally, he finds a discreet corner. Pressing you against a pillar, he leans down and captures your lips in a fiery kiss, prodding your lips with his tongue until you open up and allow him in.

“What- what do you need help with?” you ask breathlessly when you come up for air, Steve’s kiss leaving you dizzy. He takes your hand and places it on his cock.

“See what you do to me?” he husks as he uses your hand to stroke himself through his pants. You feel so good he ruts against your hand, he can’t wait to feel your skin on his without any barriers.

“What if someone sees?” This area seems deserted enough, but it’s a hotel, anyone could come around the corner at any moment and see you in a precarious position with the captain. Instead of answering, he undoes his fly, reaches into his pants and pulls his cock free.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he says gently, pushing on your shoulders to guide you to your knees. Settling on the cold marble of the floor you wrap both hands around his shaft, stroking his cock slowly while pre-cum leaks from the tip.

“So good, but- but need more,” he hisses as you work him over. He tangles one of his hands in your hair, gripping the base and tilting your head back. He traces your lips with his free thumb, a wicked smile pulling at his lips.

“Now open wide and say ahhhh.”

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