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3 - The Devil I Desire

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A/N: Hello! Sorry for being so incredibly inactive but…I don’t have an explanation. I’m a bit unmotivated. I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter even though it might be a bit sad. Don’t hate me, I’ll make it up to you…I hope

Warnings: heartbreak, betrayal, cheating, not Peggy friendly, not Steve friendly, homophobia (from Steve:(), international homophobia (also Steve.), yeah Steve is a total dick, don’t hate me

Pairing: Silver Fox Steve Rogers x College student Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes x Brock Rumlow

“Bucky you have to come out at some point, you know?”, sighed Wanda while leaning against the bathroom door, in which Bucky had locked himself in since this morning. “No. I don’t want to”, he hiccuped back, sitting on the other side of the door.

He didn’t want to face anyone, especially the realisation that Steve didn’t care about him at all. More than that. He just used him for his needs. Bucky felt humiliated, used and dirty.

And stupid.

He just felt incredibly stupid for all that.

But Steve seemed so…trustworthy. How could Steve turn out to be so different? And how could Bucky be so naïve to believe him. All the lies he had told him. Everything just so he’d sleep with him.

“Bucky please…come out, I’m getting worried”, Wanda interrupted his train of thoughts. She was right. He should come out, talk to her but he was embarrassed to admit how stupid he was.

Sighing he turned they door key, immediately feeling how Wanda opened the door, making Bucky fall onto the living room floor.

Wandas apologising face came into his view and he swallowed hard, knowing it was time to open up.

“He…he’s married. And he used me. Just for fun”, Bucky hiccuped.

Waking up in Steve’s arms was a great feeling. He felt his warm arms around his body, Steve’s solid chest against his back and…slightly hard cock. Excitement immediately rose in him, arousal too.

A sleepy smile crept onto his lips as he slowly turned around, placing a soft kiss on his lips. Could this be his future? Lazy sex in the morning? Waking up in a tight hug? Surrounded by the smell of Steve and soft silky sheets?

But as soon as Steve opened his eyes Buckys little dream of a domestic relationship broke.

“Fuck”, was the first thing Steve said, looking at the digital clock next to his bed before moving in lighting speed. It was only 9 am? Maybe he had to go to work? Even though Steve had said he’d want to eat breakfast together, have a coffee…and it was also Sunday. He wouldn’t be working on a Sunday morning at 9 am, right?

“You have to go. Now.”

With that Bucky got even more confused, sitting up. “Do you have to leave or-?”, before he could finish his question Steve threw his clothes at him, while Bucky sat up, “no. Go. Fuck off. Go home or whatever. You can’t be here”,

“I don’t get it-“ “oh my god, I’m a speaking in a different language? Don’t you understand me? Get.the.fuck.out. You were supposed to leave after we finished. God damn it. I never fell asleep”, the last sentence was only a quite mumble to himself.

Steve wasn’t even looking at Bucky while he was putting on his jeans. He didn’t even notice Buckys teary eyes. The trembling lips. He didn’t give a damn about him.

But he had promised-

“It was all just sweet talking you into my bed, don’t you get it! I wanted to fuck a tight young ass with a pretty face. You are one, Beck”, even saying the wrong name showed how little Steve cared. He didn’t even remember Buckys name. Ouch.

“Let’s talk about it-did something happen-?” Bucky tried to say something but steve only laughed coldly. “I can’t believe it. You either dress now or I’ll throw you out naked, I don’t care. It was just for fun”, “but you said-“ “I said many things you wanted to hear, that’s all. Now get the fuck out before my wife and kids come home and see you, you little fag.“

Bucky had no idea at what point he got up, but the next thing he felt was a painful tingle in his palm when he slapped Steve in the face.

They looked at each other for a second, Bucky now openly crying while quickly putting on his cloths and leaving the bedroom, immediately looking for the way out, not fully remembering where the frondoor was.

Bucky heard Steve’s steps behind him, so he glanced one last time at the man he had hoped to wake up every morning from now on, before slamming the door closed.

He probably imagined the hurt expression on Steve’s face.

“Oh buck….”, Wanda whispered when Bucky told the whole story, wrapping his arms around him. At this point they were sitting in the living room on the couch, wrapped in a tight embrace and cozy blanket. “I’m so sorry…you did nothing wrong-“ “I shouldn’t have trusted him”, he interrupted her with a hiccup.

“No, no…it’s not your fault. He is the one who leads you on. He’s the one who did it all on purpose. He manipulated you”, the woman whispered wisely, kissing Buckys tremble gently as he quietly cried into her shoulder.

Bucky spent most of the day wrapped in the blanket, eating fast food and tons of ice cream before passing away on the couch late in the evening, tears still drying on his cheeks from all the crying over Steve.

Even though Steve had broken his heart the days passed and with every next morning the pain stopped to be so noticeable, till he completely stopped thinking about Steve. Well, not completely but it didn’t affect his daily life anymore.

So after six months he finally managed to go on a date with a nice guy from grindr, Broke. From the start on the conversation was great, they talked about random stuff and also serious topics. It just…clicked.

After leaving the restaurant Broke walked him home, gave him a kiss goodbye at his door and went into the direction of his home, looking one last time at Bucky with a sweet smile.

Maybe this was how it should’ve happened. Maybe he had to get his heart broken to meet someone who’d treat him better.

Bucky invited Broke to his place after the sixth date. Even then nothing happened besides some making out and light touches. He felt comfortable with Broke. Bucky could tell he wouldn’t be played this time. Not like Steve had played with his heart.

Even though he really tried not to think about him, he had to admit the older man still crept into his mind sometimes. Not that it surprised him. Steve was the one who took his virginity and then treated him so awfully, who wouldn’t think back to that sometimes?

He told Broke about Steve after two more dates. He understood Bucky and promised not to rush him with intimacy.

They were officially together after the tenth date.

A month later they said the first ‘I love you’s, even though Bucky didn’t feel the movie-like butterflies in his stomach, but he believed it might have been just a myth. The butterflies in the stomach probably didn’t exist.

(He tried to ignore the memories of how his whole body had tingled when Steve had kissed him.)

Even though everything went smoothly, he could tell the happiness wouldn’t last for much longer-and he was right.

Alpine disappeared.

“Maybe she just went out for a short walk? You know, to enjoy the weather-“ “Broke, don’t try to calm me down, I know she’s not just out for a walk-she hates going outside! Besides, it's raining!”, argued Bucky, looking one more time into the little cat house she was usually sitting in.

Nope, still gone.

A son escaped his lips. “What if-what if someone steals her? Or worse-a car runs-“ “then let’s go, we’ll look for her.”

But they weren’t lucky, even after two hours of looking for alpine everywhere.

“Where did she go-Brock, what if-“ “Baby, stop crying. She’ll probably come back soon”, Brock sighed, slowly getting annoyed at Buckys behavior. He understood the cat was important to him, but he just didn’t want to listen more to Buckys whining.

“But I can’t go to sleep now-she’s not home, she’s not in her bed and she can’t sleep outside-she’ll think I abandoned her-“ “oh my god, shut up. I’m tired. It’s nearly ten pm and we were walking through the city for hours. I want to go to sleep”, Brock hissed at Bucky, making the younger man's tears fall quicker.

a sighn left brocks lips as he pulled bucky into a hug, “sorry…im just tired. We’ll look for her tomorrow, promise”, with that he managed to pull Bucky with him to the bedroom, even though it was harder than he hoped.

What Bucky didn’t know is that the alpine was safely sitting in a stranger's living room, after having found an open window and climbed inside.

Comfortably sitting in a little boy's lap, being pet by him. “-I don’t wanna go to bed yet, please! Dad I don’t want to”, he whined, while looking down at the cat and then back at his father. “Harrison Joseph Rogers, I’m not gonna continue this discussion. I gave you thirty more minutes to pet the cat, but now it’s nine thirty and I want to see you in your bed in ten seconds”, Steve said, crossing his arms.

He could see his son wanted to argue more, but he only furrowed his eyebrows, put the cat down and stomped to his room. “As stubborn as his father-“ “not any less than his mother”, Steve said when Peggy entered the living room. “Touché.”

“But now the more important question…what do we do with the cat?”, asked Steve’s wife, placing a bowl of water onto the floor. They both watched as she drank. “I’ll check the address tomorrow. It’s not far from here so I can go there in between meetings. Tonight she’ll stay here…it’s raining”, Steve petted the cats head. She was very sweet. Familiar in a way…it’s like he had seen those blue eyes before.

He sat down on the couch, watching as the white creature walked over to him and jumped onto his lap. Even though he had never been a big cat person he scratched behind her ear, noticing the small old rip in it. She must have been though some stuff, but her new owner cared about her a lot. He could see it. This person must be worried sick since she ran away. “Who do you belong sweetheart….”

He looked at the little badge at her collar. Alpine Barnes. Hm. It sounded familiar….

But he was probably imagining it. It was just a cat.

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Maybe i should post the next chapter the devil I desire….👀 (yes I forgot to do it tbh)

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New Drabble!!

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„I think I want to marry you“ Steve Rogers and reader, fluff please

Hi! Thank you for this request (that was in my inbox for what feels like years😅) but I finally found some more motivation to check out all the requests:) from now on I’ll try to choose a request from my inbox at least once a week to write and post! There’s a lot but I don’t mind if you send new ones. I won’t write it chronological, I’ll just write whatever I’ll be in the mood for:)

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Proposal pie

Warnings: none?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: they say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, right?

You walked into the kitchen, in the hopes it’d be empty since you really wanted to cook something instead of ordering take out. Again.

Since you became an avenger you’ve noticed how little time you had to cook proper meals, especially when you had to go from one mission to another.

But finally you had three days off, unless there’d be a life and world threatening villain terrorizing the city.

After buying some groceries you came back to a mostly empty compound. From what FRIDAY had told you Tony was in the lab, Clint and Nat training and Steve was jogging with Bucky.

You’ve decided on a very simple dish, spaghetti with meatballs, knowing it was Steve’s favorite dish. Even though he hadn’t told you this you had noticed the ungodly amount of orders at the italian restaurant a couple blocks away, always ordering some kinds of pasta.

Maybe he’d like your dish, too, you hoped.

“FRIDAY, please turn on my playlist for good mood”, you said before getting busy with preparing the food, not even noticing when Steve and Bucky walked past the kitchen to their rooms to shower.

“God, it smells good”, Steve whispered to Bucky, peeking into the kitchen and noticing how you stirred the sauce, while still shaking your hips to the beat of the music a little bit. A smile crept onto the soldiers lips, which Bucky definitely noticed but didn’t mention. “It definitely smells good. You should go and ask her if you can have some before the rest of the team smells it”, Bucky said, patting him on the shoulder.

Steve felt himself blush before nodding and slowly walking to the kitchen, clearing his throat loudly to get your attention. But the music was too loud.

“Miss, Captain Rogers is trying to get your attention”, said FRIDAY, turning down the volume of the music, making you stop immediately, “oh god…”, you whispered while slowly turning around to face him.

That was embarrassing. Especially considering your crush on him.

“Hi Steve, how was the run?”, you asked, blushing furiously while also trying to look at least somewhat casual. “It was alright…what…what are you cooking? It smells really good”, he asked, looking past your shoulder to the pan.

A smile crept onto your lips when you saw the appetite growing in his eyes. “It’s spaghetti with meatballs…would you like some? You must be hungry after all the running?”, without waiting for his answer you turned around to give him some of the food on a plate.

When you turned back around he was already sitting at the counter with a big smile on his face. “It smells really tasty”, he chuckled, scratching his slightly damp hair from the sweat. “I hope it’ll taste as good…I have a surprise afterwards, too”, you said while placing the plate in front of him.

After he asked for you to join him too, you sat down in front of him. Then he finally tried the first bite, moaning quietly in pleasure. “Fuck, this is good. Wow”, “it sure has to be to make the captain swear”, you chuckled, eating too.

He ate quickly, without talking much, especially since he had been hungry from all the running. Homemade food definitely tasted better than ordered. It was really good. He hadn’t eaten such a good meal in a while.

When he finished eating (while you still had half of your own portion left), you got up and walked over to the already turned off oven, taking out a pie.

“Wait is that-“ “apple pie. Yeah, you’re all America, aren’t you? With the favorite pie being an apple pie?”, you chuckled while cutting two slices and then bringing them to Steve. A blush had crept onto his face at your comment. “What can i say…I could never refuse apple pie”, he laughed quietly while stabbing his fork into the slice, before wrapping his plump lips around the piece.

He inhaled loudly, closing his eyes. “This is…heaven…”, he mumbled, shaking his head slowly. “Oh my god, I had no idea you were such a good cook and baker…I want this forever.” A chuckle escaped your lips as you listened to his words, “I think I want to marry you”, at which you two blushed furiously and looked up at each other.

“Ask me to dinner first, and then a proposal”, you tried to lighten up the mood, not expecting the coming invite to dinner tonight.

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2 - The Devil I Desire

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A/N: hi! The second chapter is here-warning, it’s literally just smut with plot.

Warnings: age gap, Steve is a dick, dom / sub, no safeword discussed, Sir kink, daddy kink, use of good boy/ pretty boy/ little slut, choking , protected sex, anal, anal fingering, size kink, bondage (belt use), subspace, domspace, domdrop (idk what else)

When they entered Steve’s home he helped Bucky take off his jacket and hang it up, doing the same with his own afterwards. „It’s a nice place“, said Bucky, looking around a bit, before letting Steve lead him to the living room.

When they sat down Steve immediately sat closer to Bucky, letting their thighs touch, his arm lazily draped over the couch rest and with that around Bucky.

Not that Bucky minded.

Steve felt warm, solid and smelled incredibly good, rich and sweetly in a way that he couldn’t describe.

“Do you want to have a drink? Maybe something stronger than at the bar?”, the blond asked, watching Bucky shake his head.

For a second Bucky felt a bit anxious. Was Steve trying to fill him up? “It’s fine, I’d rather just…spend a nice time together talking”, he smiled, making Steve internally roll his eyes. God, he really didn’t need to know everything more about Buckys degree or that damn cat that he had been talking about all the time.

No wonder the young man couldn’t find a good partner if he talked about a cat all the time.

But he’d manage to finish what he started. Ha. Finish. That definitely.

On the other way he noticed he couldn’t sweet talk Bucky into bed, which meant he needed a different approach. It might hurt the young man a bit after, but come on, who thinks leaving a bar with someone you just meant ends in a night of talking and not…doing other stuff? He couldn’t really have hoped it’d be something serious. Especially considering the age gap.

A relationship between them would be laughable.

“So, what do you think, when can I meet the famous Almine?” Bucky immediately looked up with a bright smile. “Maybe we can go tomorrow after breakfast to my place and you can meet Alpine”, he pronounced the name a bit slower.

Right. Alpine. Not that Steve needed to remember it.

Once again Bucky pulled out his phone, showing more pictures of alpine dressed in ‘cute Christmas outfits that she got from her auntie Wanda’. “Very sweet.” Steve mumbled, leaning a bit closer to Bucky under the impression of wanting to see the picture better.

When Bucky lifted his gaze his eyes met Steve’s blues, making his own breath hitch quietly. They were so close, the younger man noticed. So close to kiss…

And as if Steve knew what Bucky thought about he leaned forward and kissed him.

Bucky enjoyed it for a moment before collecting his thoughts and moving a bit away. “Steve I…haven’t done such things, I don’t know how-“ “don’t worry, I’ll treat you real good…and tomorrow we’ll go on an official nice date in a really nice restaurant”, he whispered in Buckys ear. “Tho I can’t promise you I’ll wait for the dessert till after the meal”, he bit gently into Buckys earlobe before suckling at it gently.

A quiet moan escaped Buckys lips as he listened to Steve’s words. God, he really tried to be strong. Really tried to resist this man’s charm, but in the end he was the one who pulled Steve back in for another kiss, grabbing at his collar like it was the only thing keeping him from drowning.

Maybe it was.

Steve’s hands slowly roamed along Buckys midsection, before pulling him with one smooth movement over his lap, before deepening the kiss.

His hands grabbed onto Buckys ass, squeezing harshly and making him jump in surprise, accidentally pressing his already hard cock against Steve’s midsection. A raspy chuckl escaped the older mans lips. “I see, you’re not as shy as said in the bar, hm?”, he grinned, slowly kissing down Buckys throat, before pushing up his shirt, taking it off with one smooth motion.

“Hm, how cute…so smooth”, Steve kissed Buckys chest. The younger man looked good. He had some muscles, but still seemed lean with only a little bit of fat around his stomach, but his chest was nicely sculpted. His gaze fell onto his shoulder and then the rest of the arm. Ah. Bucky said he had scars, but he hadn’t expected them to be so bad. A rough texture of scartissue that was-

“So…yeah, welll…”, Buckys whispered a bit anxious and self conscious not knowing what to say while trying to cover himself when he felt Steve’s gaze on himself. The lights were dimmed, but he still felt bad having himself half naked, especially with Steve’s hand slowly stroking from his side to his shoulder. The left one.

But he let him touch the scars. Steve was gentle.

And he could see it in Steve’s eyes-pity, curiosity and also some kind of…interest. Steve wanted to know more about it. But he knew he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t feel interested in Buckys backstory. In Buckys life. He wouldn’t see him again, so why bother?

He grabbed onto Buckys hair and pulled him in for a rough kiss, before standing up with him and walking with Bucky on his hips to the bedroom, while Bucky clinger onto his with his arms and legs, moaning when his hardness pressed against Steve’s body, “where are we-ah”, he gasped in surprise when Steve threw him onto the bed.

Before Bucky could process what was happening Steve unbuttoned his shirt, throwing into onto the floor, doing the same with the white undershirt-not even giving Bucky time to sprechen the view . Jesus. This man looked good in a wife beater shirt-that was impossible. And should be illegal, seeing how huge his biceps looked. Bigger than Buckys head.

But seeing him shirtless was an even better view.

Damn. This guy couldn’t be 40, right? Not with that body…

“You like what you see?”, Steve chuckled confidently, before opening his belt and throwing it onto the bed next to Bucky. Maybe he’d use it too.

Bucky looked at the belt for a moment before back at Steve, blushing a deep red. “Yeah..” “that was a rhetorical question. I know you like it”, he grinned, opening his pants, but not taking it off yet. First he wanted Bucky to be naked.

He leaned over the younger man, opening his pants and pulling them down to his ankles. „Can we kiss again?“, he asked, his cheeks blushing a deep red. Steve chuckled, kneeling onto the bed and kissing Bucky for a moment. He trapped his arms around Steve’s neck, sighing when Steve’s hard crotch pressed against Buckys.

“Please take it off”, Bucky whispered, pushing against Steve’s jeans.

So much for he wasn’t someone who’d have sex after the first meeting, Steve thought amused while taking off his jeans and boxershorts, his hardness not even being able to stand straight from the weight of it.

Bucky swallowed hard, “maybe we can just keep it simple with a bl-“, he thought about his chances of swallowing that dick or choking on it- “with a handjob?”, he decided would be smarter.

Steve only chuckled, wrapping his fingers around his hardness and stroking over his length. “Now come on, underwear off”, he didn’t leave any room for discussions.

Not that Bucky wanted to discuss. Hearing Steves demanding voice was making him…

It was really doing something to him.

“Yes”, he whispered, hesitating before pushing his boxershorts down. His cock was hard and leaking, leaving a pool of pre-cum on his lower belly.

Steve smirked, leaning over him and kissing him on the lips passionately. “From now on you address me with Daddy or sir and nothing else”, he whispered in his ear, biting down on his earlobe till Bucky whined quietly.

“Yes…Sir”, Bucky felt a bit shy saying it out loud, not being use with anything that was happening right now. (Tho he had watched enough porn to know Steve must be seriously into BDSM. He was mostly curious about the belt that was brushing against his thigh.)

Steve let go of his own cock so he could play with Buckys instead. The younger man’s moans were like music to his ears. Even it was only for tonight, he loved pleasing other people. It was always giving him so much pleasure.

„Good boy, looking so pretty“, Steve mumbled, stroking the younger man’s cock a few times, watching him shake beneath his palms.

Before Bucky could come-which he was pretty close to doing-Steve grabbed his hips and turned him around, pulling his hips up in the air, but pushed his head back down when he wanted to lift himself on all fours.

“Steve-I mean Sir-I have never…-“ “I know, I know. Don’t worry. I’ll make it good for you”, he interrupted Bucky, giving him a kiss on his lowerback.

Bucky could hear Steve open the drawer next to his bed before throwing lube and condoms onto the bed. It immediately made Buckys heart pound. So it was really happening? He’d have his first time with a man he met only a couple hours ago?

Tho he really felt like it meant something. Everything they’d done tonight was special. They met for a reason.

A gasp escaped his lips when he felt a lubed up finger rub over his tight ring of muscle, making him shrink away in surprise. Steve clicked with his tongue, “where you goin’ pretty boy?”, he teased while grabbing both of Bucky's wrists and holding them behind his back with one of his hands.

With the other hand he took the belt before wrapping it smoothly around Bucky's wrists. “Good?”, he asked, pulling a bit at the belt, making it even tighter. “G-good”, Bucky answered quietly, feeling completely exposed in this position. He wasn’t able to do anything besides just accepting whatever Steve wanted to do to him.

“Good, Sir”, he repeated, this time adding a quiet Sir at the end like Steve had asked him to do. “That’s good, because I wouldn’t have changed it anyway”, Steve chuckled before slapping Bucky lightly on the butt. It was more like a pat, in his opinion, but Bucky twitched surprised anyway.

He pushed Buckys legs further apart, not seeing the deep red blush that crept onto Buckys face. Steve rubbed more lube along Buckys hole, slowly pressing the tip in, before pulling out again and massing the muscle more. His other hand kneaded Buckys meaty ass. He had such a pretty round peach.

Gasping Bucky pressed his face into the pillow, feeling incredibly exposed and shy-but he wasn’t able to move away from steve…not that he wanted to. Especially not when Steve’s finger pressed deeper into his hole, curling against what seemed to be his prostate.

“Fuck”, he whispered in surprise, precum dripping onto the sheets when Steve started to move his finger, intentionally pressing against his prostate over and over again. It was such an unusual feeling. He had never felt like this before-of course he had tried to finger himself a few times, but he had never managed to find his spot.

When Steve added a second finger Bucky felt like he might burst any minute, even though he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to come without having his cock touched. (Which Steve wanted to achieve of course.)

“Such a good little slut, already drooling”, Steve watched Bucky close his mouth quickly, turning his face into the pillow, only making Steve push against his prostate harder and quicker. “Come on, don’t be shy. Let daddy hear how much you like it”, with that he rubbed against Buckys spot, hearing a quiet moan against the pillow.

Steve knew he should’ve used one more finger to prepare Bucky but he just couldn’t wait anymore to stuff this virgin ass with a real cock. So instead he pulled his fingers from Buckys hole, chuckling when Bucky whined in protest. “Don’t worry sweetheart you’ll soon feel something much better”, with that he ripped a condom open and rolled it over his hard cock.

He stroked himself for a moment before coming closer to Bucky, pressing his tip against Buckys fluttering hole for a moment. But before he could push in he thrusted between Buckys round globes, watching how big his cock looked compared to the counter man’s ass. When he placed his hands over his ass he could grab his cheeks in one hand each, even though Bucky had a nice juicy ass.

Jesus. Bucky wasn’t a small guy-he wasn’t what you’d call a twink, he had some muscles, some fat and was quite tall…and yet Steve was huge compared to him.

And Bucky felt it too. He knew Steve could pin him with his body weight. Cover him completely with his broad frame. And with those arms? He could choke him with his bicep.

Then he felt Steve’s tip pushing into his hole, not stopping until his thighs were flush with Buckys. Even though he tried to do it slow, Bucky was panting and shaking just from this alone. Fuck. He was so responsive.

“Good little slut…so hungry for my cock. This virgin ass is taking me like a champ. Like you were made for me”, he moaned while slowly starting to move, listening to Buckys quiet whines and moans, “already cock drunk baby? Can’t talk?”, he chuckled deeply, quickening his peace when Bucky didn’t answer but only drooled over his pillow.

He grabbed onto Buckys wrists with one while holding his hips with the other one, this way he was able to move Bucky against his own hips movements, pounding him even harder than before, slowly losing himself in pleasure. “Feels so good”, Bucky whined, not even noticing it himself.

“Yeah, I can tell. Look at your pretty cock. Making a mess all over the sheets, so good for me”, he moaned, grabbing Buckys hips harder. Both of them could tell it’ll leave bruises but they didn’t care.

Bucky didn’t care about anything anymore. It’s like his brain was…mush. He had no idea when it had happened. Or what had happened, but he wasn’t thinking about anything anymore. He was just enjoying everything. The tightness of Buckys hole, his quiet whines whenever he grazed his prostate.

Fuck. It felt so good. And Bucky was so sweet, shaking and drooling over his pillow, sometimes biting into the material.

When Steve felt close to coming he grabbed Buckys throat, pulling him up with one hand and pounding into him harder, quicker, while still holding his neck and squeezing more.

And Bucky took it. He couldn’t do anything else. Just take whatever Steve wanted to give him-and it was a lot. “Come for daddy, little slut”, Steve grunted under his breath, wrapping his free hand around Buckys hard cock and stroking it quickly.

Bucky slowly felt dizzy from the lack of oxygen and blood flow from how strong Steve was squeezing his throat, using and moving him like a living sex toy. It made his brain even foggier than it had already been-making him not noticing his own orgasm.

Mewling Buckys cum shot all over the sheets and himself, somehow even hitting his chin. He felt overstimulated when Steve kept on stroking and squeezing his cock, but he couldn’t even say anything, already feeling how he was close to blacking out, “fuck, so good for daddy”, Steve moaned, letting go of Bucky and pushing his head into the pillow, now chasing his own orgasm.

His thrusts made the whole bed shake, the squelch and sound of skin slapping against each other filling the room. “My perfect boy toy”, Steve moaned, watching his own cock disappear in Buckys puffy hole, abused from the rough fucking. And Bucky was still sweetly whining from pleasure.

“M gonna fill your pretty ass till you’ll be leaking”, Steve wasn’t even listening to his own words anymore, not noticing what he was saying at all, since it didn’t make much sense-but in his foggy brain it was all he was thinking about. Filling Bucky. Making him his. Marking him. Bucky was his. Only his. He didn’t even see the barrier of the condom between them anymore-he just wanted to come.

His mouth fell open in a silent moan when he finally reached his peak, still pounding into Bucky before dropping his whole weight over Bucky, covering him with his broad frame, panting and leaving kisses against Buckys neck behind. “So good”, he whispered, only now feeling the younger man’s wrists still being tied behind his back.

He undid them quickly, but not even moving away from him for a second. Bucky sobbed quietly while Steve kissed all over his neck and back, comforting the younger man in a way. “So, so good for daddy”, he whispered into his dark hair, slowly pulling out, quickly throwing the condom into the trash can next tk the bed, before laying onto his back and pulling Bucky over himself. He didn’t care about the mess between them. He didn’t care about anything.

He didn’t even want Bucky to leave.

So he didn’t say anything. Actually…he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to say anything, he just whispered comforting words into Buckys hair while hearing him still sob against his chest. “You did so well. So perfect…perfect for daddy”, he kissed Buckys forehead, now feeling his own eyes being filled with tears.

Steve had no idea what was happening to him. Everything was so much. Too much. He wrapped his arms tighter around Bucky, pulling him even closer against his chest, Buckys tears wetting his skin.

Feeling Buckys tears only made Steve’s tears pour quicker over his cheeks. He felt awful. And incredibly good. He didn’t know what he was feeling.

He didn’t even know why he cared about Buckys well-being. It was only sex-but it was-but-fuck

Steve let out a quiet sob against Buckys hair. He felt like he had hurt him, like it was all too much-especially since it was Buckys first time. Fuck. He had messed up.

But he shouldn’t care about it. Why did he care about how Bucky felt?

But then Bucky looked up at him with his teary eyes, pupils blown wide and a goofy smile on his lips before kissing Steve softly. “Thank you Daddy”, he whispered, quickly hiding his face against Steve’s neck.

Even though it was a lot, Bucky felt euphoric. He had never felt as good as he did now. He felt light. Loved. Cared for.

Steve was holding him in a tight hug, kissing and whispering sweet nothings in his hair, while they slowly fell into a deep sleep.

Steve never let anyone stay the night at his place after a one night stand. He really hadn’t planned to make an exception, but…it just happened.

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After months….😵‍💫😮‍💨 (I’m so sorry, I forgot to post this!)

Stacys Mom 3

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A/N: Y’all have no idea how bad I feel about forgetting to post the last part of this little au😮‍💨 I finished it months ago and….well, forgot it. I’m sorry. I Hope you still appreciate the very late update and will enjoy it anyway! Many kisses to y’all❤️

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated ❤️

Pairing: young Steve Rogers x older reader (friends mom reader)

As soon as you heard your daughter's voice you knew one thing-Steve wouldn’t make it out of the house unnoticed.

“Steve-wake up-Steve”, you whispered, shaking his shoulder while he was cuddling up to your chest, wrapping his arms even tighter around you and nuzzling his nose against your skin.

“Just a Minute-“ “we don’t have a minute! Stacys home!”, you hissed, shaking him more forcefully. Finally his brain caught up and he sat up abruptly, his eyes alarmed as he nearly jumped out of bed, quickly collecting his clothes.

His hair was tousled, his eyes still sleepy and you could see an imprint from the pillow on his face. “Mom are you home!?”Stacy called out, already being close to your bedroom as you stumbled out of bed yourself, putting on a night gown.

Just then did the door open, in time for you to put on your gown-but not for Steve to put a shirt on or even zip his pants. “Oh my god mom-I’m so sorry I didn’t know you had comp-Steve!? What the fu-” “Stacy Sweetheart, you weren’t supposed to-“ “to know? Since when was this-thing happening-? Is it like-it wasn’t back then, right?”, your daughter started asking, crossing her arms and looking at you both while Steve grabbed his shirt and started buttoning it up, his whole chest up to the very tips of his ears blushing like a tomato.

„you know what-I’ll just wait in the kitchen you two…get dressed”, that’s a sentence you’d never imagined to hear from your daughters lips.

When the door closed you sat back on your bed, sighing loudly and resting your head on your arms. “Oh god….”, you mumbled, hearing Steve walk over to you and kneel before you, his hands gently brushing along your thighs. “Hey…it’s okay, she didn’t seem mad…we’ll just…you know, say it was the heat of the moment or something…and if you don’t feel comfortable with all this…it doesn’t have to happen again”, he mumbled, his tone sounding unsure and rather unconvincing.

Yet you still smiled a bit into your palms.

He was really sweet. You knew he wanted something more from this than just a one time thing and yet he’d rather have you feel good about all this than himself.

“It’s not that Stevie”, you whispered, gently taking his hands, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “I really enjoyed our time together, but I’m not sure if it’s possible. You’re the same age as my daughter, Steve. I’m too old”, a sigh escaped your lips again and you really didn’t know what to say next without hurting him.

Steve stood up, holding out his hand for you to take, a soft smile on his lips while he shook his head. “That’s such nonsense. Stop talking yourself down. You’re amazing and your age doesn’t matter. Not to me. I like it that way…you’re…more mature. I like that”, at Steve’s words you felt yourself blush a bit, while you took his hand and let him pull you to your feet, so close you fell right against his chest. His short was still mostly unbuttoned so your hands rested against his naked skin, as he slowly leaned down to kiss you.

A slow, gentle kiss that made your whole body tingle.

You knew it wasn’t right, but you had never felt so good with someone. Not even in the beginning of your first marriage.

Without wanting to, you slowly started smiling into the kiss before Steve slowly pulled you a bit closer into a tight embrace. “Please…don’t let it be the last time I can hold you like this…”, he whispered into your hair.

The smile from your lips disappeared slowly. You didn’t want to look at him, knowing how sad and pleading he’d look at you.

You didn’t want it to be the last time either.

You wanted to hold him and being held by him every day and night. Fall asleep next to him and wake up with his arms around you, hear his raspy voice in the morning as he wishes you a nice day at work. Feel his kisses on your shoulders and neck before letting go of you…or maybe have him pull you back into bed, making you late for work after making you come on his tongue. You wanted him to apologise for making you late, even though he wouldn’t be feeling sorry at all, looking rather smug and smitten.

Fuck, you wanted him in your life as your partner and not your daughters friend.

And you hated yourself for that.

You hated yourself for falling for him.

“You can go talk to Stacy and explain a bit and I’ll put some normal clothes on”, you slowly detach yourself from him, not looking at him anymore. Instead you went to your walk-in-closet. Steve's gaze burned holes into your back before he slowly walked out of your bedroom.

It took you twenty minutes to put a simple outfit together. Normally you’d probably only need five minutes, just grabbing random pants and a t-shirt, but today you…took your time. For one too find something pleasant to the eye to look good for Steve (even though you didn’t want to admit that) and also beausvse…you just wanted to stay alone for a bit longer.

How were you supposed to tell your daughter you liked his friend? How were you supposed to look in your daughters eyes after she caught you with her highschool friend after having spent a night with him?

You felt incredibly awful.

When you walked into the kitchen you saw Steve and Stacy drinking coffee and laughing together about something she said.

“Oh mom, I was just telling Steve about the time uncle Ben fell down the stairs and still managed to hold his beer without spilling any of it-I’m telling you Steve, not even a single drop. This guy would protect his beer more than his own life”, she turned back to Steve. Next to Steve was another cup of coffee, so you sat down next to him, immediately feeling his hand on your thigh, squeezing gently as he looked at you from the side and smiled cheerfully.

Why was he so cheerful? It didn’t make any sense to you-why was he that happy even though his heart (and yours too) would be crushed in a few seconds.

“Okay, Stacy, I’m sure you have some questions-but before you ask, it hadn’t been happening behind your back. It was only last evening that we went on a date-“ “oh yeah, I know. Steve mentioned years ago that you said he should come back when he’d turn 21…I didn’t expect he’d actually do it, but I guess he really meant the while liking-you-thing. It’s nice. Steve is really nice. And you’re both adults. You know what you’re doing-just as long as I don’t get a sibling-“ Stacys words made you choke on your first sip of coffee, making you cough immediately.

Steve also blushed a deep red color, as he lowered his head.

“Stacy-that’s-not-we…-what? What do you mean?”, you stuttered, not knowing what to say or think. Or even how to react.

She laughed at you both, shaking her head in amusement. “I should’ve filmed your reaction-mom of course I knew about Steve’s crush. He wasn’t hiding it-and I’m sure you knew it too. I mean-he mowed your lawn for free the whole summer. Who does that? Only a fool-“ out of the corner of your eye you could see Steve frown at Stacy, making you chuckle barely audible.

“-of course it surprises me YOU had a thing for him-I mean-wasn’t that a bit…crimin-“ “I didn’t have a thing for Steve back then. He was too young for us to start anything-not that it had changed much. I’m still too old, a mother and-“ “Mom, stop. If you like Steve I don’t mind it…of course it’s…a bit unusual to find my old highschool friend in your bed but on the other hand…I totally get you. Steve is now hot as hell, like, I mean it, literally just…yummy-“

A loud thud made you jump lightly as Steve’s head hit the counter in embarrassment. “Stacy don’t say stuff like that-that’s weird-“ “you’re sleeping with my mom, I’m allowed to say weird stuff. So, continuing; I think you two shouldn’t be stopping whatever this is on my account. I’m not angry, not at all…”, she said with a smile on her face, sounding more sincere to the end.

You had no idea what to say. Did your daughter just allow you to…date her old friend? She wasn’t freaking out? Because you would be if she’d start dating a friend of yours.

“But I don’t want any siblings and I’m not gonna call Steve Daddy-“ at the mention of the address you and Steve turned a dark shade of red, both looking away from Stacy. “Let’s just change the topic, sweetheart. You don’t have to do any of that and there won’t be any kids-“ “no?” Interrupted you Steve, making you smack his arm. “Of course not. I’m too old for that”, at which Steve nodded slowly. “Okay, noted. I don’t even think I would want kids-all the screaming and waking up in the middle of the night sounds awful.”

You shook your head in amusement and turned your attention once again to Stacy. “Are you…really okay with that?”, you asked carefully, still not believing her.

“I wasn’t at first-when I first noticed Steve’s crush on you I tried to arrange all our meetings when you were away or would get ready for dates…but then I started noticing how he was looking at you-and even something you did too, Mom, I don’t think you’ve noticed it yourself but you have Steve more attention than any of my other friends”, she said, shrugging. “The idea of seeing you two together was weird and even a bit…disgusting-ish. But that was just some immature thinking and I quickly realised that it was totally stupid-at least when Steve told me about wanting to ask you out after he’d turn twentyone. I started thinking about the age gap and then I noticed…many celebrities that I like have the same age differences, if not bigger ones. So why judge? I hope you two make each other happy. You, mom, deserve someone who’s actually romantic and will treat you nice, not like dad. And I think Steve will be a nice change from all the douches in your life.”

Then she looked at Steve, furrowing her brows at him. “So don’t be a douche, because then I’m gonna be mad, but that’s not what I wanted to say-I think you should be with a woman that knows what she wants and isn’t just a stupid chick like half of those girls you meet with your friends during all those night outs in clubs or-” “shh don’t make it sound like that-I’m not going out that often and I don’t sleep around-all I said yesterday was tr-“ he started then rambling, turning his attention to you. “Stevie, don’t worry, I believe you-besides I know how it is to be young and…adventurous”, you chuckled, squeezing his hand softly with your own.

“Ugh Mom but I don’t wanna hear that kind of stuff-I’ll accept you two dating but please don’t make me hear the details”, Stacy mumbled, standing up and walking over to the fridge, taking out a jar of jam out and then bread and peanutnutter from the cabinet. “It’s really funny that my mom and my friend are now banging. Someone wants a peanutbutter and jam sandwich?”

You gasped in surprise, Steve coughed up his coffee, nearly spilling it all over himself and you both just looked at stacys back in surprise while she made sandwiches. “Stacy you can’t just say something like that and then casually ask about sandwiches”, you still sounded shocked, but took a sandwich anyway when she put the plate in front of you.

The next few minutes were spent with casual conversations, eating and drinking coffee.

At one point Steve leaned closer to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before standing up and excusing himself to the bathroom. Slightly embarrassed you looked down at your now empty cup, but you couldn’t keep yourself from smiling-and Stacy noticed that too. She wiggled her eyebrows at you when you lifted your gaze, feeling her starring at you.

“What?”, you whispered, your whole face heating up. “Nothing just…it’s cute. It’s the first time I see you actually…a bit smitten or…you know, happy..or at least happier than before. It seems like you two really like each other, even though you’re denying it”, You had to admit your daughter was very wise. Maybe she had it from you? Probably. Her father was a douche.

Smiling you looked at Stacy for a moment, “thank you…for giving us a chance”, Stacy immediately shook her head at you. “No, you’re giving it a chance. Im just…accepting it. I want you to be happy-and if I have to be honest, from all the younger guys or my friends you could be dating im glad it’s Steve.”

When Steve returned he sat back down next to you, his arm resting around the rest of your chair, a huge smile on his lips as he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“But I gotta be go with you two-for now wait with all the pda-steve I’m talking to you. I have to get used to all this. Also, no Sex while i’m Home.” You never thought you’d get a talk like this from your own daughter, your face once again feeling hot.

“And you'll borrow me your Nintendo Switch." “What?”, Steve interrupted her while turning away from you and instead giving her his full attention, making you roll your eyes in amusement. How did all this turn into an argument over those games or whatever. This reminded you of the age difference even more, but on the other hand there’d be many moments where Steve would also feel the difference.

Steve pulled his eyebrows a bit together, a little wrinkle appearing between them, while Stacy raised hers instead, crossing her arms. “You want to date my mom. I think I have the right to ask for something instead.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Weere they really-

"Fine." Steve grunted, taking his arms from around your shoulders to cross them in front of his chest, his gaze glued to Stacy as she smirked. "And share your Netflix account too."

“Seriously?? I only subscribed hulu and Disney….fine. Fine, okay, I’ll subscribe Netflix too, but I’ll use the phrase Netflix and chill more often than you think, just to spite you”, he said, making Stacy frown. “Thats so fucking weird, I don’t want to know when or if you two…have a Netflix and chill evening. If you ever use that phrase I’ll personally rip your manhood off and beat you with it-“ “Jesus, you two, stop. I have to get some work in my office done, so I’ll leave you two for now.”

You looked back at Steve, smiling lightly as his eyes lit up, watching you stand up. “You can stay, if you want. I’ll be done in a bit. Stacy, be nice and don’t bargain so much with Steve”, you chuckled at your daughter when she shrugged her shoulders. Just like said you went to your office, already starting to sort some document you had to go over one more time.

Yet you couldn’t stop your thoughts from drifting off to Steve. Would this relationship work out? He was so much younger..he was friends with your daughter…people would assume you’re his mother…or that you did something to make him be with you-maybe they’d think you groomed him? God. All of this was awful.

Even though it was hard to ignore all those thoughts you still tried to do so for now. You needed some time to get your work done.

After a while of concentrating and working on the documents you heard the door open. Looking up for a moment you smiled at Steve, before signing another file.

A gentle tap on your shoulder made you look up once again and before you could say anything soft lips were pressed to your, a hand pulled your hair slightly, making you lift your chin even more. A rush of endorphins made the corners of your lips Twitch upwards, your heartbeat quickening. God, you haven’t felt like this in a while.

When Steve pulled away, he slowly pushed your chair away from the desk, turning you around to face him. Automatically your hand found its way onto his thigh, as he gently brushed your hair. “I think you need a break.” His voice was quiet, but you could hear something mischievous behind it.

“A break for what?” You nearly whispered, watching as Steve slowly sank to his knees. “Just lean back and let me make you feel good.”

And boy, did he made you feel good.

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