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sergeantbarnessdoll · 5 months

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Hey I just got my wisdom teeth removed so I’m wondering if you can write a fic where Chris Evans’s and Sebastian Stan’s characters takes care of reader after they got their wisdom teeth removed please 😊

Wisdom Teeth » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier and Steve Rogers/Captain America

Pairings: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Best Friend!Female Reader x Best Friend!Steve Rogers

Summary: Bucky and Steve take care of you after you get your wisdom teeth removed.

Warnings: Fluff, language, brief mention of blood, dentist, hugs and kisses, cuddling, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @fangirltrash15 🩵

A/N #2: My friend @buckys-wintersoldier wrote something similar with Chris Evans so just know I’m not copying her in any way.

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIFS ARE NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found these one Pinterest.

“Please don’t make me wake up early.” You whined, pulling the blanket over your head to block out the light.

“I know you don’t want to wake up this early, but you have to go to get your wisdom teeth removed.” Steve says softly, pulling the blankets off of you.

You groaned and sat up against the headboard, crossing your arms over your chest with a pout on your face. Bucky and Steve couldn’t help but smile at your cuteness.

“Would it make you feel better if I let you wear one of my henleys?” Bucky asks softly.

“I want the red one.” You say.

“You can wear that one.” He says.

You smiled and kissed his bearded cheek and kissed Steve’s bearded cheek before they left your bedroom to give you privacy to get dressed. When you were done getting dressed, you walked out to the living room where Steve and Bucky were.

“Ready to go?” Steve asks.

“Do I have a choice?” You say.

When you got to the dentist office, the three of you sat in the quiet waiting room. Steve hand his arm around your shoulders while you played with Bucky’s vibranium fingers to help calm your nerves.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” The hygienist says.

You looked at Steve and Bucky before standing up.

“You’ll be fine.” Steve says softly, kissing your forehead.

“We’ll be out here when you’re done.” Bucky says, kissing the top of your head.

You nervously followed the hygienist to the exam room and sat down in the chair.

“How are you feeling this morning?” She asks.

“Scared and nervous.” You say, playing with the sleeve of your- Bucky’s- henley.

“That’s completely normal. You’ll be done before you know it.” She says with a smile.

You watched as the hygienist gave you some anesthesia. Your eyes felt droopy and soon you fell to sleep and they started the procedure. Afterwards, you were groggy and tried to process what just happened.

“Morning.” Steve and Bucky say in unison.

You looked at them and gave them a smile.

“Hey! I know you guys!” You pointed at them. “You’re Stevie!” You pointed at Steve. “And you’re Jamie!” You pointed at Bucky.

Steve and Bucky couldn’t help but smile at your anesthesia induced state.

“She’s good to go home. The anesthesia should wear off in about an hour and this medication will help with the pain afterwards.” The hygienist tells Steve and Bucky.

“Yay!” You shouted. “Let’s go home!” You say loudly.

You stood up from the chair too fast and lost your balance. Steve was quick to catch you.

“You’re tall.” You stared up at him. “So are you.” You say, looking at Bucky.

Steve and Bucky walked you out of the dentist office and helped you get in the car and the three of you went home.

“Dog!” You looked out the car window. “I want to take it.” You say, still looking at the dog on the sidewalk.

“You can’t just steal someone’s dog, doll.” Bucky says.

“Why not?” You pouted.

“Cause he or she has owners.” Steve says.

You made a grumbling sound and slouched in your seat with your arms crossed over your chest and a pout on your face. When you guys got home, Steve and Bucky helped you get comfortable in your room.

“What’s this red stuff?” You asked, staring at the blood on the back of your hand that you just wiped off of your chin.

“That’s blood, sweetheart.” Steve says.

Steve grabbed a tissue and wiped the blood off the back of your hand and off your chin. Bucky took the bloody gauze out of your mouth and put fresh gauze in your mouth.

“Did my tongue just fall out of my mouth?” You asked while staring at the bloody gauze, tears brimming your eyes.

“No, doll. Your tongue is still in your mouth.” Bucky says, reassuringly.

Alpine walked in your bedroom and jumped on the bed, head butting your arm to tell you that she wants pets.

“What’s she doing?” You asked.

“Alpine just wants some pets.” Steve says.

You gave Alpine gently pets, earning purrs from her. You laid down and continued to pet her.

“Get some rest. We’ll check on you in a little bit.” Steve says.

“Keep our girl company, Alpine.” Bucky says.

Soon you fell asleep. You woke up to the feeling of pain in your mouth. You whimpered as you held your cheek. You walked out of your bedroom to the living room where Steve and Bucky were. You sat on Bucky’s lap, laying your head on his shoulder.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Steve says.

“How’re you feeling?” Bucky asks softly.

“Hell.” Is all you said.

That told Steve and Bucky that the anesthesia wore off and your mouth is hurting. Steve got up and got the pain medication and some water.

“This will help with the pain.” Steve says, handing you the medicine and water.

You took the pain medicine and patiently waited for it to kick in. Steve left the living room again and came back with an ice pack wrapped in a towel.

“Here you go.” He says.

You took the ice pack from him and put it against your cheek, sighing when the coldness of it soothed the pain of your mouth. Bucky’s right hand rubbed your back to help take your mind off the pain.

“I’m hungry.” You say.

“What would you like?” Bucky asks.

“Donuts and cookies.” You say, wanting your favorite comfort foods.

“I don’t think you can eat those right now, but we have ice cream. You want that?” Steve says.

“Yes please.” You say.

Steve got up and went to the kitchen to get you ice cream while you maneuvered yourself to the spot next to Bucky and grabbed the remote off the coffee table. You flipped through the channels for cartoons. You settled on SpongeBob.

“Here you go, sweetheart.” Steve says, handing you a bowl of ice cream.

You took the bowl from his hand, not taking your eyes off the TV.

“What’re we watching?” He asks, sitting down next to you.

“SpongeBob.” You tell him.

You watched SpongeBob while eating ice cream. The coldness of the ice cream soothed your mouth. You put the empty bowl on the coffee table and maneuvered yourself again so your head was on Bucky’s lap and your legs were on Steve’s lap. You fell asleep after watching three episodes of SpongeBob due to the side effects of the pain medicine. You stirred in your sleep when you felt Steve laying you down on your bed. Your eyes fluttered open to see Steve and Bucky walking out of your room.

“Wait…” You called out to them. “Please stay with me.” You say quietly.

Steve and Bucky smiled and laid down on either side of you. You laid your head on Steve’s chest while Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist. Alpine jumped up on your bed, joining the cuddle party. She walked up the bed and laid down on your pillow next to your head.

“I love you guys.” You mumbled sleepily.

“We love you too.” Steve and Bucky say in unison, kissing the sides of your head.

🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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holylulusworld · 9 months

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Romanian Kiss

Summary: Your fiancè leaves you for someone else. You try to get him back and meet a grumpy taxi driver.

Pairing: Taxi Driver!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: cheating (not Bucky), angst, heartbreak, meet cute, fluff, bad Romanian

A/N: This story was inspired by the movie "French Kiss" but takes place in Romania (Bucharest).

A/N2: I'm deep down the Bucky rabbit hole again so bear with me...

Words: 1,4k

He left you. He went to Romania for an important convention.

Suddenly he didn’t call you back.

But he left a message, telling you he found the love of his life.

Love of his life? Not a week ago, he promised you forever, and suddenly, another woman took your place. One he met two days ago.

You had no choice but to catch the next plane and hit Romania to find John and win him over again. He can’t just throw three and a half years of a relationship out of the window because he met some girl half his age.

So, this is how you ended up in the cab of the grumpiest guy you ever met. He pretended to not understand your language and grumbled under his breath the whole way to the next hotel.

“Sir,” you sighed as he didn’t react. “Can you tell me where the convention is? My fiancé is there,” you tried again. “I know you understand me. Please, I need to find him. He left and met that girl. I—he can’t just throw our life together away.”

“Miss,” he suddenly said, “stop talking so much. Maybe that’s why he left you. I’ll drive you to the hotel, but I’m not a city guide.”

“Whoa, I thought European taxi drivers were nicer than the ones in New York City,” you huffed and looked out of the window.

“Maybe you should head back then and leave Romania alone,” he snapped at you and slammed his hands onto the steering wheel.

You bit the inside of your cheek. His words haunted you like an unwanted truth. Hot tears wanted to spring free. John leaving you. The stranger taunting you. Your hopeless situation. Torn between wanting John back and running away.

All damns broke when he grunted at you and accused you of being an annoying woman. You sniffled and the tears finally fell.

You couldn’t stop. He had to stop the car and talk to you. He opened the door and sat next to you in the backseat. “If you stop crying, I’ll drive you anywhere you want to.”

He told you his name, an odd one. Bucky. At first, you believed he lied and tried to make fun of you; but it was his real name. He talked and talked to make you calm down. While you tried to stop the tears from falling, he murmured words you didn’t understand.

He called you păpuşă and prinţesă. His words calmed you, and you allowed Bucky to hold your hand while you told this stranger about your past, and the love you just lost.

You believed him when he told you that he’d help you find John. He had no reason to help you, but he did.

For the next few days, Bucky drove you around town. He showed Bucharest, the most important places, and helped you stalk your fiancé and his new girl.

He even let you cry in his chest when you watched John meet the girl’s parents after knowing her for a few days. And the worst was, she wore a diamond ring, making your chest tighten.

“The convention is held in this building,” he said and pointed at the luxurious building. “Do you want to go inside and find out if your fiancé is in there?”

“I don’t know,” you said and meant it. If you met your fiancé right at that moment, you didn’t know what to say. “What if she’s prettier than me, or smarter…or younger.”

“Doll,” he placed his hand on your shoulder, “if you don’t talk to him, you’ll never know. If you want me to, I’ll drive you back to your hotel and you can fly back home and forget about him.”

“No, you’re right. I should talk to him but,” you sighed and looked down at your body. “Jeans and t-shirts won’t make him see me in a different light, don’t you think?”

“If you want me to,” he cupped your face and looked you deep in the eyes, “I’ll turn you into a maneater stealing his heart and mind.”

“You look stunning,” he said, watching you walk out of the bathroom of your suite. “I mean…wow.” Bucky eyed you up and down.

“I,” you shook your head. The dress felt like a second skin, but you felt like it was suffocating you. The heels were too high and the make-up too much for your liking.

In other words – this wasn’t you. But if wearing a short and figure-hugging dress, too much make-up, and heels makes John fall for you again, so be it.

“Go ahead, doll,” Bucky said and gently nudged you toward the entrance of the fancy restaurant. All you had to do was walk inside, pass John’s table by, and sit at the table Bucky reserved for you. He’d take care of the new girl by your fiancé’s side and distract her long enough for John to fall for you again. “He will love you.”

You took a deep breath and got the show on the road. While walking inside the restaurant, you held your head high and didn’t look at anyone. Including John.

For a second, you heard him gasp when you walked past his table, but you resisted the urge to turn your head to look his way.

You used the few words you learned in Romanian from Bucky to order water and food. The whole time you didn’t look at John’s table, always busy talking to the waiter, checking your phone, or reading the tourist guide Bucky bought for you.

“Y/N?” You only looked up when John was standing right in front of your table. He looked surprised and a little scared. “What are you doing here?”

“John?” You acted surprised too. “What are you doing here?”

“I told you about the convention, didn’t I?” He cocked his head to look you up and down. His eyes trained on your chest he murmured your name when you acted like you forgot about him, the convention, and the fact that he left you for some other girl.

“Oh, that was in Romania. I can’t remember, sorry. With all the things going on in my life, the cancellation of our wedding and buying a new apartment I forgot about you.”

He sat down and puffed his chest. John tried, just like he did before he asked you out on a date for the first time, to impress you. You smiled and let his compliments and charm wash over you.

John and you dined together, and it almost felt like back then. And when he asked you to join him in his hotel room, you didn’t hesitate to follow him.

A few days ago, you would’ve happily given in to his advances. A few hours ago, you dreamed of being with him again.

But at that moment, all you could think about was the guy you ran into while chasing your unfaithful fiancé.

His lips didn’t feel perfect against yours any longer, and the weight on top of yours didn’t make you feel how you should.

“No, stop,“ you pushed him off you. “This isn’t right.”

“Baby, it’s right. I was a fool,” you whimpered at his words.

“I came here to hunt you down and win you over again but..” You got off the bed and grabbed your dress. “Not a few hours ago you wanted to marry that woman. Tonight, you believe I’m some sexy wonder woman but in the morning, I’m still the same woman I used to be.”

He tried to stop you, but you shook your head. “Please give me another chance. I was blinded by lust and—” He trailed off. “Maybe I was scared of the future and getting married.”

“You weren’t scared of marrying that woman you barely knew,” you cocked your head and gave him a sad smile. “Just tell me the truth. You’re not made for normalcy and me.” You bitterly admitted. “I’m not exciting and wild. Only the reliable and boring woman you easily forgot about the moment you met someone else.”

“You did what?” Bucky threw his hands up as you ran to him after you turned John down. “Why? I mean…all the effort and you let him off the hook?”

“It didn’t feel right,” you murmured and dropped your gaze.

“Why?”

“Why what?” You asked.

“Why did you turn him down,” he stepped closer to gently cup your face. “Tell me why, prinţesă.”

“I can’t…”

“Why?” He softly asked. “Doll?”

“I’m scared.”

“Tell me,” Bucky leaned closer to whisper against your lips. “Please.”

“Te iubesc,“ you whispered.

“I love you too,” he pressed his lips to yours and wrapped his arms around you. Right at that moment, you forgot about John and your past together. All that counted was Bucky holding you in his arms.

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lokilaufeysonslove · 2 months

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𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 - 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

// Author’s Note // I have mentioned wearing glasses somewhere, and if you don’t wear glasses, I’m sorry. I don’t either though. I just thought it was cute lmao.

Bucky loves it when you wear his clothes, especially his oversized sweatshirts. He loves the way they look on you, and he loves the feeling of you being wrapped up in his embrace.

He always makes sure to have your favorite snacks stocked in the fridge, just in case you come over unexpectedly. And when you do, he loves watching you dig in and enjoy them.

Bucky loves when you play with his hair, running your fingers through it or braiding it. He finds it soothing and loves the feeling of your touch on his head.

He loves when you fall asleep on his chest, your soft breaths lulling him into a peaceful state. He cherishes these moments and never wants to move, afraid of waking you up.

Bucky can't resist kissing your forehead whenever he gets the chance. He loves the way you look up at him with a smile, and the way your nose crinkles when he tickles your cheek with his stubble.

He loves cooking for you and trying out new recipes together. He finds joy in seeing you enjoy the food he makes and loves the teamwork aspect of cooking with you.

Bucky loves taking you on long walks, whether it's through the city streets or in the park. He loves the quality time and the chance to hold your hand and steal kisses along the way.

He loves watching movies with you, especially cuddled up under a blanket on the couch. He always lets you pick the movie, secretly loving your taste in romantic comedies.

Bucky loves when you talk about your passions and interests. He finds it endearing and loves seeing your eyes light up when you talk about something you love.

He loves surprising you with little gifts or gestures, just to see the smile on your face. He's always thinking of ways to make you happy and show you how much he cares.

Bucky loves when you wear his dog tags. To him, it's a symbol of your connection and his way of always keeping you close to his heart.

He loves when you brush his metal arm with your fingers, tracing the lines and curves. It's a reminder to him that you accept and love all parts of him, even the ones that he's still learning to accept himself.

Bucky loves when you dance in the kitchen together while cooking or cleaning. He loves the way you move and the feeling of being close to you.

He loves watching you work, whether it's on a project or just doing everyday tasks. He finds you incredibly talented and admires your determination and drive.

Bucky loves when you wear his leather jacket. He thinks it looks better on you than it ever did on him, and loves the way it smells like you after you've worn it.

He loves when you sing along to your favorite songs, not caring who's around to hear. He loves your voice and the passion you put into every note.

Bucky loves when you make him laugh, and he loves making you laugh even more. He loves seeing your smile and hearing your laughter, and will do anything to make it happen.

He loves when you fall asleep on his shoulder during a movie or on a long car ride. He loves the feeling of your weight against him and the trust you have in him to keep you safe.

Bucky loves when you stand up for yourself and speak your mind. He admires your strength and courage, and will always have your back no matter what.

He loves when you wear your glasses, telling you how cute and smart you look. He loves how they sit on your nose and the way your eyes sparkle behind them.

Bucky loves when you dance with him, even if it's just a slow dance in the living room. He loves the feeling of being close to you and the way your body fits perfectly against his.

He loves when you hold his hand, whether it's walking down the street or just sitting together. He loves the feeling of your fingers interlaced with his and the sense of security it brings.

Bucky loves when you take care of him when he's sick or injured. He appreciates your nurturing nature and loves the way you make him feel better with just a touch or a kiss.

He loves when you tell him about your dreams and aspirations. He loves being a part of your journey and will always support and encourage you to chase your dreams.

Bucky loves when you tell him you love him, and he never gets tired of saying it back to you. He cherishes every moment with you and can't imagine his life without you in it.

#dating bucky barnes #bucky barnes headcanons #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #mcu #marvel

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deliciousangelfestival · 2 months

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Nothing Has Changed - 14

Summary: Returning home for peace, you're faced with your tormentor, Bucky Barnes, who is now involved in your family's business.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Warning: Angst, Tragedy.

Author Note: So... I wrote the story outline until the ending. I didn't expect the story to turn dark. Prepare yourself.

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You knew that Steve and Bucky weren't as close as they used to be, but seeing it up close felt even more awkward. Bucky, on the other hand, didn't seem stressed despite his mother being sent to jail.

As you watched Bucky load your groceries into your car, you asked, “I don't feel any bromance between you and Steve anymore.”

Bucky shrugged, not missing a beat as he placed another bag in the trunk. “Well… I won’t deny it. Ever since we all went our separate ways, while Steve stayed, everything just became different.”

“I did offer him a job at the resorts, but he declined.” His voice held a note of regret. “It’s sad that we’re not close anymore.”

You watched him for a moment, feeling a pang of something you couldn't quite identify. You never had someone who used to be close to you turn into a stranger. The closest person you had was Ransom. He betrayed you once but still kept in contact. Then there was Harlan, the only older person who was like a grandfather figure to you. But he's gone now.

“You're a good friend,” you said softly.

Bucky’s eyes widened in surprise. “Did… Did you just give me a compliment?”

“No.” You quickly got into your car, hoping to hide the faint smile on your face.

He chuckled and hummed, “Yes, you did.”

As you closed the car door, he knocked on the window. You rolled it down a little. “What?”

“I know I'm asking a lot, but could you help out at the resort again?” Bucky’s voice was earnest, almost pleading.

You raised an eyebrow. The idea of going back to the place that kicked you out felt just as wrong as when you got fired from Drysdale. Memories of the humiliation and hurt still stung.

Bucky seemed to sense your hesitation. “I will make sure the environment is different this time.”

That got your attention. “How?”

“You'll see it tomorrow.” He smirked a hint of mischief in his eyes, and then turned to leave. You watched him walk away, a mix of curiosity and skepticism swirling in your mind.

🏨🏨🏨🏨🏨

The next morning, you woke up with uncertain feelings. Should you go back? But you decided to give it a try.

When you parked your car, you saw someone walking out the door carrying a box. It was Natasha.

You got out of the car and walked past her. Natasha glared at you, spitting out, “Bitch. Are you happy?”

You stopped and turned to face her, feeling a newfound confidence. “What did I do that made Bucky fire you? Tell me. All the evidence points to Lydia.”

Natasha flinched, taken aback by your directness. The old you would have been too afraid to talk back to her.

In truth, only Bucky knew the real reason she was fired. She had been receiving hush money from Lydia. The first time she caught Lydia red-handed, stealing money from the vault and stuffing it into her designer bag, she was paid off to keep quiet.

Her front desk salary couldn't buy her designer bags and shoes with cash. The money from Lydia was the reason she could afford them. But no matter what she had, it was nothing compared to what you possessed.

“Tsk.” She clicked her tongue and walked away.

You sighed. She hadn't changed. She always lashed out at you.

“Did she bother you?” Bucky's voice broke through your thoughts.

“No. She just blamed me,” you replied, shaking your head.

“I'm sorry,” he said, looking genuinely apologetic.

“I'm used to it. She hasn't changed at all,” then turned and walked into the building.

You started working again. You felt more relaxed, perhaps because Lydia and Natasha were no longer there to cast their shadows.

‘Knock, knock.’

You lifted your head and saw Jake standing at the door.

“You're back,” he said, stepping inside.

“Yeah,” you replied, continuing your work.

He took a seat in front of you. “Me and the other employees are grateful to you.”

“Why?” you asked, looking up.

“Because those women are gone,” Jake said.

Your pen stopped moving. “Was it that bad?”

Jake shrugged his shoulders. “Well, we kinda knew. But we couldn't do anything. Especially me. This place was the only one that gave me a job after what happened.”

You leaned forward, curious. “Can I ask what happened to you? Someone as smart as you making a mistake like that doesn’t seem right.”

He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “People won’t believe me when I tell them, but I guess you could understand it.”

“Me?” You raised an eyebrow.

He nodded. “Just like you, I was framed for something I didn’t do.”

Before Jake came back, he had a good job at an IT security company. But he was blinded by money when he got an offer to make a gambling website.

“Wait… what about the rumor you hacked the Department of Defense’s security?” you asked, intrigued.

Jake leaned in, lowering his voice. “That’s… well, off the record. I can’t tell you about that. But it wasn’t the reason I got arrested.”

The reason he got arrested was someone tipped off the authorities that he was the person who made the illegal gambling website. Jake did, but he was also accused of receiving $30 million from money laundering that was used on the site.

“Wow,” you said, shaking your head. “Do you know who asked you?”

He shrugged his shoulders, scratching his head. “It's my own fault too. I got the request from the dark web. It was difficult to prove to the judge, and I didn’t have the money to pay for a good lawyer.”

“How did you get released?” you asked, still in disbelief.

“I got a plea deal. I knew some secrets. Do you want to know?” Jake winked at you.

You scoffed, “No thank you,” and went back to work.

Jake chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “But seriously, thanks for what you did here. It means a lot to all of us.”

You nodded, acknowledging his gratitude, but focused on your work.

🏠🏠🏠🏠🏠

You went back home, only to see the last person you wanted to see walking out of your house—the mayor.

You stayed in your car until he left, then got out and headed inside.

When you entered the house, you saw Tom sitting on a chair with his head resting on his hand. He looked stressed and pale.

You rushed to him and touched his shoulder. “Father?”

Tom flinched, then looked up at your face. He patted your arm. “Y/N.”

“Yes?” you asked, your voice filled with concern.

“Could you stop whatever you're doing right now?” he said, his voice trembling.

Seeing how stressed and scared your father was, you knew it could only mean one thing—the mayor had given him a warning.

“Did he threaten you?” you asked, your eyes searching his face.

Tom shook his head. “No, he just gave me some advice. Lydia has all the connections. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Bullshit. It wasn’t advice. It was clear that Lydia and the mayor were partners in crime.

“I'll listen to you,” you said, patting his shoulder reassuringly.

Tom sighed in relief and nodded, glad you didn’t object. “I'm going to make some tea. Do you want some?”

Before you could answer, your phone vibrated. It was Steve. “I’m going to take this,” you said, stepping away.

You moved to another room. “Hey.”

Steve’s voice came through the line. “Are you busy right now?”

“No. What’s up?”

“I just wanted to tell you that I’ve arrived at the art gallery,” Steve said.

“That’s great!” you replied, a smile spreading across your face.

“Y/N?” he continued, sounding a bit uncertain.

“Hmm?” you prompted.

“I feel so small surrounded by these skyscrapers,” he admitted.

You remembered feeling the same way when you first arrived in the city.

“But it gives big opportunities,” Steve added, a note of hope in his voice.

You smiled, feeling a bit lighter. At least there was some good news. “Stay optimistic like that, and you’ll get it, Steve.”

🏠🏠🏠🏠🏠

In a big house, a woman lay on the couch, casually flipping through a magazine. An ankle bracelet adorned her right ankle—it was Lydia.

Bucky came home and walked into the living room, his footsteps echoing in the spacious room.

The moment she saw him, her expression twisted with anger. She hurled the magazine toward him, but he caught it effortlessly.

“You're just like him,” she spat, her voice dripping with bitterness.

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biteofcherry · 1 year

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No better gift

part of Nesting universe

soft dark mafia Steve Rogers x female reader

summary: Steve likes the gift you gave him for his birthday, but there's something else that he wishes go. And he will take it.

warnings: soft dark Steve Rogers; established relationship; intimacy; some things are implied and some of them are kinky 😏

Sweet raspberry scent of your lotion soothes you as you rub it into your skin after taking a shower. It wasn’t exactly a tiring day, but exciting enough to have you craving the peace and quiet of your home.

Steve’s birthday was a rich celebration, though not like one might expect.

There was no grandeur, or flamboyant displays of wealth. No business partners to pledge fake vows, nor celebrities to take hundreds of photos with. Quite the opposite, it was a rather small affair with family and friends only.

But Steve’s family and friends are a bunch of joyous, often loud people. So despite the celebration being somewhat nostalgic - held at Steve’s mom’s place - it was a lot. From the laughter and teasing stories, to the small display of fireworks that Steve’s people organized.

What you have learned over the past year is that while they are lethal criminals, they are fiercely loyal and surprisingly loving.

And though it was Steve’s birthday, the true star of the party who stole all the attention was your baby boy. You could really catch a break and indulge (and Sarah’s cake was worthy of all the indulging), because others occupied him for hours. At one point you mentioned to Steve that he should find Bucky a girl, before Barnes really steals your kid.

All the fuss was exhausting enough for the baby that he fell asleep before you even got into the car.

Back at home, Steve told you to take your time in the bathroom while he puts the baby to bed. One of the things which surprised you at first, was how present Steve is - both for you and your son. Not only dutiful, but openly loving and enjoying that time. And watching him with the baby melts your heart each time, as well other parts of your body.

When you exit the bathroom, Steve is already back in the master bedroom. Half undressed.

His shirt is on the back of the armchair, the button of his dark slacks popped open, but the zipper still up. Your gaze appreciatively roams over the wide planes of Steve’s chest, taking in the outline of corded muscles and the few, ornate tattoos on his body.

Left corner of Steve’s mouth curls in a smirk when he catches you staring. He crooks a finger at you and your feet move on their own accord, stepping between him and the bed.

You lift on your tiptoes, pecking Steve’s lips sweetly. You’d like to maybe kiss him more, but your mouth also craves that huge slice of birthday cake which Sarah packed for you and at the moment the taste of it is kinda winning with the taste of Steve.

A little.

But you also want to cherish this quiet moment with him, soak up this warmth radiating off of him. You put a hand over his sternum, feeling the steady, strong beat of his heart. Then slide your hand down his muscular arm.

“I hope you like your gift.” You tap the wide band of the black wristwatch on Steve’s wrist, shiny with novelty and black sapphires.

“It’s hard to find a present for a man who has everything. Or who can afford anything.”

You still consider it cheating, since to buy it for him you used the black card Steve gave you over a year ago.

“I do like it,” he assures you, stepping so close you have to tilt your head back to maintain eye contact with him.

He places a hand on your hip and skims his fingers up over the delicate fabric of your hand-painted, silk robe (Steve’s Valentine gift to you). He pinches the end of the silky belt between his fingers and starts tugging slowly.

“I love your other gift much more, though,” Steve’s voice drops to that low tone, thick as molten chocolate - and just as delectable.

“Other gift?” A small frown forms on your forehead, quickly smoothing out as a shiver of pleasure spreads through your body when Steve unties your robe.

Warm, calloused hand slips beneath the fabric, touching your naked skin. It’s a gentle, yet so characteristically possessive touch.

Over the months, even as your body changed with pregnancy and then after giving birth, Steve’s demand for your body never shifted. Not only it didn’t lessen, but at times it felt as if it grew.

He could be tender, especially when your body was the most sensitive, but there was always that control and possession; which both scared you and aroused you.

Your nipples harden into stiff pebbles as Steve’s fingers brush over your breasts, your breath hitching a note when he pushes the robe off your shoulders completely. His touch travels back down, more brazen. His blue eyes darken as he takes in your naked body, so vulnerable and all his to play with.

Hands flying to Steve’s shoulders, to keep your balance when he cups your tits, you gasp and arch. Heat unfurls in your belly in a wild burst as he pinches your stiff peaks.

With how Steve’s eyes are focused on the darkened nipples and his tormenting squeeze, you know he’s remembering how milk spilled between his fingers when he did that to you just a few months prior.

“I track your calendar, little bird,” Steve’s lips ghost along your jaw, as he slides his hands down your sides and over your ass.

At the brush of Steve’s lips over yours, your brain stops following the line of thought. You nearly whimper, chasing his mouth when he holds off the kiss.

“You’re ovulating.”

Your half-closed eyes snap open at his hungry tone. Shocked with the revelation and the obvious indication behind Steve’s words, you arch back. But you don’t have the slightest chance of putting any distance between the two of you.

Steve’s hands grip your ass and he hoists you up easily. A squeak escapes your lips when he tosses you onto the bed.

Heart fluttering in your chest, you watch him climb after you - a deadly predator, determined on devouring his prey whole.

The mattress dips under Steve’s weight and you feel yourself melting into the soft sheets, your pussy already weeping from the sheer sexual power of his aura. Still, instinctively your legs close. Steve yanks them apart.

He settles above you, heavy and warm, pinning one of your wrists down. His other hand slips between your thighs, nimble fingers teasing your folds and clit until your hips rock back against his hand, pleading for more.

“This will be your gift to me, little wife,” Steve’s eyes lock with yours as he pushes a single finger inside you.

“Swelling with my seed again.”

Steve’s triumphant chuckle seals your fate as your pussy clenches around his finger eagerly.

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 11 months

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Hi! Im not sure, feel free to completely ignore! But I love your writing and I saw this tiktok and it made me think about reader being exited for trick or treat but not a lot of kids come by so Bucky does something special? Or they go out to give out candy?

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Thank you so much in advance if you decide to write something related to this!

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Trick or Treat.

Pairing - Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings - none!! just bucky being a sweetheart in love

Word Count - under 1k

Author's Note - thank you for this request, it's so lovely!! seeing as we've just passed halloween, thought i'd write something short and sweet. hope you enjoy.

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You've been sat on your front steps for hours.

Bowl of candy in hand, goodie bags made up, decorations hung and ready. You've always loved Halloween, for as long as you can remember. Now you're older, the highlight is getting to see all the neighbourhood kids dressed up as they trick or treat.

Not this year. You and Bucky moved apartments last year, and you were ridiculously excited to get to give out candy on your new block. Turns out, no one really passes by your place.

"Baby," comes a voice from the front door behind you. "You're gonna catch your death. It's freezing."

Bucky sits down next to you, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

"You wanna come inside? We can watch those old Disney Halloween movies you love."

You rest your head on his shoulder, revelling in his warmth.

"Not yet, Buck. Just gonna wait a little longer."

It's breaking his heart seeing you so defeated. You've been looking forward to the holiday for weeks, and it certainly hasn't turned out the way either of you hoped.

"Do you think there just aren't any kids around here? I've literally seen none."

"I don't know, baby. I'm just as confused as you are."

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, arms tightening around you.

He is confused. In your old apartment, you'd have dozens of kids come by, eager for candy and the cookies you'd make. You and Bucky would sit out on the front steps and give out goodie bags for hours, striking up conversations with parents and celebrating all of the costumes.

"Maybe we should go inside," you say quietly, starting to shiver. "We'll have to ask Sam tomorrow if he got any trick or treaters. Maybe it's going out of style."

Sam.

Bucky has a sudden eureka moment, jumping up from his spot next to you.

"Wait here, baby. One minute."

He runs inside, leaving you disorientated on the steps. He's back within thirty seconds, your bag in his hand.

"Come on. We're going out."

"Where?"

"It's a surprise. You'll see."

You pile into the car as Bucky loads all the candy into the trunk, trying to be as subtle as possible. He climbs in and presses a kiss to your knuckles before holding your hand for the entire journey, humming along to the radio as he drives.

You suddenly begin to recognise your whereabouts, more confused than ever.

"Why are we in Sam's neighbourhood, Buck?"

He winks.

"You'll see."

As soon as you pull up to Sam's house, he's striding out of the front door and towards you.

"Thank God you're here. I can't do it anymore. Why didn't we just do this in the first place?"

"Do what?"

"I remember Sam telling me about the, quote on quote, 'obscene amount of trick or treaters' that he gets at his house every year. And he hates Halloween -"

"It's true!" Sam interjects.

"- so I thought you could save him from his misery, and you get to give out candy like you wanted."

You're grinning at him from ear to ear, practically bouncing on the soles of your feet.

"You're a genius," you whisper, leaning up to press your lips to his softly. "I love you."

"I love you too," he smiles, stealing another kiss or four.

"I'm gonna head upstairs and watch the football game. You guys have fun out here!"

Sam throws you a thumbs up before retreating inside, closing the door behind him. You and Bucky bring all of your goodies from the car and set up on the porch, ready and waiting.

Before you know it, there are dozens of groups of kids on the street, all of them adorned in spooky costumes. They practically skip up the pathway towards you, excited and giddy.

"Trick or treat!"

"Woah, you're all super scary... I like your makeup! And your wig! Hey, your shirt is super cool!"

You're placing candy in their bags, so you can't see Bucky beaming behind you, light radiating off of him in all directions.

He'd find a way make it Halloween everyday if it meant he could see you smile like this.

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austinbutlerslovers · 8 months

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One Last Buck

Label Mature 18+

Bucked & Fxcked sequel

Summary The next morning after the threesome with the two Majors, Gale wakes you up to sneak you out of the military base. He steals you right out of John’s sleeping grasp. When he brings you back to your dorm he doesn’t want to leave and begins heavily making out with you again in the parking lot until you are so hot you have to invite him up to your dorm room.

Once inside you discover your room mate is still out and the place is yours, you begin devouring and undressing him again eventually laying under him spread until you both freeze hearing the door unlock. Your roommate returns with her soldier date blissfully unaware and begins doing the exact same thing. Once they hear you giggle and discover you both in the next bed it becomes a wild competition of who is pleasuring their girl the hardest; making whoever gets their girl to finish first the declared winner.

No established relationship

shameless smut•edging •sex with a foreign object•degradation •oral sex male receiving •stimulation while sleeping•objectification•p in v •group sex•desk sex•competitive sex•multiple simultaneous orgasms •pull out ejaculations• ejaculated on females•after care

Inspo: Multiple requests to follow up with you after sleeping with Buck and his best friend Bucky, realizing you definitely want Buck more.

Part 1

❤️ Love you guys when I’m quiet I’m writing my a** ff for you. I made it extremely full of different types of sex enjoy 🥰

One Last Buck

You are stirred awake in the dark by a gentle hand caressing your shoulder. You lift your head from the pillow confused trying to remember your surroundings. Your eyes grow wide suddenly realizing you are still with the two Majors you slept with last night.

The bathroom light is on with the door cracked in Major Gales office. It casts a sliver of light on the form kneeling beside you as you rest on a pull down Murphy bed.

Completely dressed and smiling as he shushes you is Major Gale. He motions you to get up but as you move to leave the bed you are snagged by Major John’s hand holding steadfast to your hip behind you.

You pull the covers down to show Gale your predicament. He silently chuckles then pries John’s heavy hand off of your hip dropping it to the bed.

John is a heavy sleeper and doesn’t even stir. Gale helps you climb out of the bed and pulls you close whispering in your ear. “Get dressed we’re leaving” you nod and tiptoe to the bathroom softly brushing your teeth.

Gale gathers your discarded clothing from the floor. When he picks up your silk panties he vividly rememers how he and John ravaged you on his desk last night. He smiles to himself and pockets them as a keepsake. He puts the rest of your clothing in his rucksack.

You finish brushing your teeth and emerge from the bathroom still wearing his boot camp shirt with nothing underneath. You squint as you walk around the dimly lit room looking for your skirt and shirt.

Gale knows exactly what youre looking for and hands you a pair of sweats and a cap he pulls you in close to whisper against your ear again “You have to dress like a soldier so I can sneak you off the base” then he looks into your eyes, his flashing excitement from the reward of sneaking you in and now the thrill of sneaking you back out.

Once you are out fitted he looks you over. “Youre still too beautiful ” he whispers and grabs a hand full of your backside squeezing it making you cutely yelp.

You cover your mouth holding in a snicker. He pulls your hand down planting smooth a kiss on your lips. “Alright let’s go” he whispers and guides you out of his office. He carefully closes and locks his door not to accidentally wake John. You exit the building and get your own car door walking tall trying to be masculine. He lets out a chuckle because you look like you are playing pretend macho.

You get in the car and he quickly drives heading off base. He stops at the gate to hold his identification card out. You sit up tall and pull your cap lower over your eyes feeling apprehensive, but the soldier on guard doesn’t even peek into the car when he sees it’s Gale he immediately chats him up instead “Wild fucking night major” he says and it makes you sit up on edge thinking he knows what you did but he’s talking about something else entirely.

“What happened did the boys destroy the dance hall already?” Gale smiles jokingly.

“Major let me tell you, so many fellas got write ups tonight with all types of dames in here, theres even rumors there was on orgy!” Gale whistles

“Doesn't surprise me with this wild bunch, I’m off to go check for any ones left at the dance hall for this unlucky fella right now” he gestures his thumb to you as the unlucky fella and you almost burst into laughter. “Have a good night major” the soldier chuckles as he salutes Gale letting him through.

You drive past the dance hall and direct him to your college, pulling into the parking lot of your dorm. Once parked you point up at the second story window “That one’s mine” you say. He moves closer and slowly pulls your cap off revealing your pretty hair. “Is that where you do all your learning?” he asks seductively.

He’s teasing because you all but admitted you invite college boys up to your dorm room to ‘learn’. You look over to him innocently “Gale please don’t tease me” you ask softly. He gently grabs your chin before you can look away “I won’t tease you for long” he admits. He leans in and kisses your neck running his hand between your thighs. The feel of his strong hands touching between your legs as he passionately sucks kisses along your neck drives you wild.

He brings his lips to your mouth and starts passionately kissing there too. It turns into a heavy makeout session both your breaths increasing as he slips his hand in the band of your sweats. He knows you’re not wearing any panties because he already pocketed them. He pulls his fingers up and down between your folds to circle your clit. He’s heating you up by edging you on.

You pull your face from his, your heart is beating faster feeling the pleasurable heat creep up your neck. You lightly moan as your nipples harden. You rest your head back against the car seat face flushed and panting. His fingers spread the wetness around pooling between your folds. You open your legs wider wanting his fingers to do more.

He teases you, slowly drawing circles around your tight entrance not going any faster, not slipping them in. You look into his eyes begging for more “Show me your dorm room” he says so deeply it makes your stomach pulls tight. “yes alright ” you say. Your tone is hushed from arousal. You hope your room mate is still out as he removes his hand from between your legs.

You push open the car door exiting before he can get it for you. He quickly collects his rucksack from the back seat with your clothing coming around to your side. You grab his hand and smile pulling him to start running to your dorm building.

You both have big grins on your faces from the thrill. Sprinting across the dark courtyard trying not to get caught. You get to the main doors of the girls dorm, hearts beating excitedly as he pushes and holds one open for you

The activity board on the wall rustles with all the papers tacked on as you enter. You look left and right down the corridor in jubilation the building is quiet everyone is sleeping.

You grab his hand again running for the second floor stairs. You sprint up shoes clacking loudly on the steps making echos. You try to shush each other through giggles while stepping softer. On the second floor you find your dorm room. When you reach the door Gale eyes all of the Elvis Presley pictures tacked to it and smirks.

You pull your key from behind a picture of ‘Elvis combing through his hair’. You and your roommate kept losing your keys, taping them behind your favorite Elvis photos worked wonders. You unlock the door and both of you slip inside.

Once you are in you lock the door behind you both and let out big breaths. You both grin at each other.

“Any one home?” You ask into the dimly lit room. When there is no answer you are relieved. Gale puts his rucksack down. “You’re a pro at sneaking people up here aren’t you?” he says smiling teasing you again. This time he sneaks his hand around your waist and pulls you in to a deep kiss before you can protest.

You slip your tongue inside of his mouth as you press him back against the door. You surprise him with your dominance. You begin undressing him getting right to business. He smiles watching you take his clothing off clearly in charge, comfortable in your own territory.

The dorm room is equally split; two desks two beds two wardrobes and two windows all opposite sides. The desks are conjoined under the windows between your beds. Your side is on the right, the room is aglow with moonlight shining from both windows.

Once you undress Gale you step back to admire his body. He has his seductive look in his eyes. Your eyes wander down his chest to his long solid cock between his firm thighs. It drives you mad with lust.

He sees you go weak and quickly begins stripping you. He slides off your sweats and pulls your shirt over your head. Both completely naked his lips are on yours. He kisses you hungrily as he walks you backwards to your bed. He pushes you down, as you crawl back up to the headboard he climbs on top of you. His hand pushes under your pillow once he reaches the top. He l feels an object there as he settles his weight between your legs.

He pulls the object from under your pillow discovering it is a wooden handled mirror. Your face turns bright red as he studies it in his hand. He wonders why you would keep a mirror in such an odd place then he eyes the thick cylindrical handle and grips it in his hand. It’s cock shaped and he slowly smirks. You shrink into yourself beneath him knowing he figured out your dirty little secret you forgot to put away.

“Your such a needy little things aren’t you” he says holding the mirror side and sitting up between your legs. “Is this how you pleasure yourself?” he asks and your face turns bright red as you nod. Your body so hot from embarrassment you could burst into flames beneath him.

“Every time you pleasure your self with it now I want you thinking of me” he says as you stare at him dumbfounded. Not a single thought forms in your head until he slowly pushes the wood handle inside of you.

You gasp and lift up on your elbows spreading your legs wider. You prepare your body as he sinks it deep inside of you. Your heart beating wildly it’s so much harder than a cock, you tense thinking he won’t understand but he knows and he is gentle. He tips it up and down as he slides it in and out of you releasing your first moans.

He watches how your entrance sucks it in making his breath shudder you are so wet the squishing sounds of him pushing the wood handle in and out of you is tightening his cock.

He leans over you making you lay flat on the bed. His eyes burrow into yours as he pushes the handle farther into your tight hole at this angle. He twists his wrist making the handle twirl inside of you.

Tingles explode across your body. Your face flushes and you shudder letting out a string of high pitched moans. He’s doing new things you never though of. He leans in closer seeing your almost at ecstasy “Tell me you’ll be thinking of me when you pleasure yourself ” he gives another light twist making you gasp. You try to you get your words out but it’s too late you are already a weak mess feeling yourself coming undone beneath him.

You muster up a small nod and just start moaning his name and saying yes repeatedly. It sounds so good to him he knows he’s all you’ll be thinking about.

His breaths increase as he enjoys sliding the wood handle all the way in and out of you, he does it several more times until your body trembles and you shudder out a moan.

“You’re close” he says watching your body writhe from what he’s doing “And your such a needy little thing you’re going to cum from me sexing you with your own mirror” your face flushes as he says it. Your body tingles and your core tightens. You are filled with so much arousal and humiliation from his words.

He holds the handle firm and knocks on the mirror glass with his knuckles. The tapping of the handle up inside of you causes a riot in your core. You squeeze your eyes shut as the tightness inside of you suddenly releases and you orgasm. He covers your mouth stifling the noises as you cry out in pleasure. He continues to plunge the handle in and out of you until your legs stop trembling and your cries go quiet.

He releases your mouth as you come down from your high. You open your eyes and feel a wash of so many emotions seeing his handsome face gazing down at you. As you lay there staring up at him you think about how such a risk with a stranger has been rewarding you the entire night.

He slowly slides the handle out you and places his hand gently on your pelvis signaling you to relax. He gets out of bed and heads to search your dresser. He opens the second drawer filled with school stationary before pulling the top drawer and finding your wash cloths. He wipes down the handle and sets the mirror on top of your dresser then returns to lay in bed with you.

He settles next to you looking over your beautiful features. He tucks your hair behind your ear as he listens to your soft breaths. He’s so sickly obsessed with you he losing all rational thought. He’s fingered you, eaten you out, sexed you on his desk, shared you with his best friend and now he’s just sexed you with a mirror handle …and he still wants more. He traces his thumb on you lower lip, surprised he hasn’t filled your mouth with his cock yet.

He locks eyes with you and suddenly sits up wrought with emotion. He rests his legs over the edge of the bed and places his hands on his head pulling his hair deep in thought. His heart is doing back flips trying to decide how he should feel. You sit up and comfort him rubbing his back. He quickly pulls you to sit across his lap.

He gives you a few kisses, his face wrought with guilt. He holds you staring in to your eyes. “Do you feel good?” He asks and you smile nodding playfully pulling your hands through his blonde hair. You slick it back making him look different and you giggle.

“I’ve never felt this way about somebody I’ve just met, you just make me feel so different” he admits as he trails his hands up and down your waist. You see his eyes go soft as he looks at you. Your smile dissipates and a knot of anxiety forms in your stomach. He’s catching feelings for you.

The heart break and trauma of your first love ruined you so badly you vowed never to go through that again. You also can’t even begin to think about dating him. He’s a validated Major you are a sophomore in college. You set your intentions right at the start you wanted sex with him AND his best friend.

You distract him and bring his hands to cup your breast slowly grinding on his naked cock. “What makes you feel so different Major? That you have a college girl to play with ” you say it seductively but his eyes flash in confusion he wants you more than that. You quickly just begin kissing him bringing him back to the physical.

His kisses become more passionate and full of lust. He holds you behind your shoulders and grids his hard cock into your wetness coating his shaft. His breathing becomes ragged. He breaks the kiss to look in your eyes he needs relief he’s craving it from you now.

He quickly guides you off of his lap onto the floor wanting your mouth on him he has to know what each part of you feels like.

You settle between his legs and spread his muscular thighs wide apart and take his heavy cock in your hand. You look into his eyes wanting to wipe every lovey dovey thought he has right out of his head “I want you to use me and call me every dirty name while I suck your cock Major, and if you stop I’ll stop” you say sternly.

He looks down at your pretty angelic face wondering why you would want that but he nods and agrees to it. You lean in and part your lips tongue sliding out to lick around the base of his shaft. He rests his hands back on your bed getting comfortable groaning in pleasure until you suddenly stop. He looks up to see your mouth poised at his shaft waiting for his insults. He grows nervous changing his mind “I don’t wanna call you names..” his voice trails off as you release his cock. Your eyes burrow into his reminding him of his agreement.

His eyes widen thinking fast “you’re twisted” he says making you both smile, that will count. You lean in and lick a stripe up his cock from the base to the tip holding your hand to the other side keeping it straight. “your a seductress” he says starting to breathe heavy you suck your mouth on his tip hard making him gasp. “you please me so well” he says it with his eyes closed clearly forgetting his assignment to call you dirty names. It makes you giggle and hearing it he snaps out of his trance.

As you begin to suck down his length he struggles to form even a single thought. He keeps starting and stopping what he’s going to say a few times before finally saying his most honest insult yet “ You took me…and my best friend…at the same time… you’re …a Harlot!” his voice is strained from pleasure. You moan and whimper on his cock that one hurt, but it hurt so good.

You team your hand with your mouth hallowing your cheeks gliding your mouth and hand up and down on him sucking simultaneously. He lets out a deep moan from his chest and you feel his body tense he’s about to cum. His words stagger enjoying the suction of your mouth so much “your such … a …cock hungry whore!” he gasps “ and I’m gonna fill that …needy…mouth with… all my cum..” he cries out in pleasure and his cock throbs as his tip ejaculates into your mouth. You lick and suck the head as it shoots rope after rope coating your tongue with his seed. You swallow all of it.

He stares down at you in euphoria, he’s completely drained and empty. He feels like a weight has lifted off his shoulders mentally and physically. His chest rises and falls watching you slide your mouth off of his cock. You stick your tongue out to show him your mouth is empty and his breath shudders at the erotic sight.

He rests back on your bed opening his arm to you “Comere” he says. You climb in bed next to him as he relaxes. “I didn’t mean any of it” he says caressing your shoulder. “I shouldn’t have said those things” you look up at him smiling that he feels so guilty.

“Gale your no angel yourself. You a harlot loving, sexually depraved group sex enthusiast. You and Bucky decided so easily how to split me, like it was your back up plan all along. The way you both used me you’re a sexual degenerate yourself” as you complete your rant his face flushes bright red and he covers it with his hands. “you got me dead to rights” he mumbles against his palms “I didn’t realize I am all those things until you said it ” he confesses.

You pry his hands open wanting to enjoy the shame in his pretty blue eyes. You both stare at each other two sides of the same sexually depraved coin. He pulls you to him and kisses you connecting you even deeper, like two moths to flame. He lays you against him and you turn your back and curl up finally feeling vulnerable. He makes you lift your head and use his bicep as a pillow. He holds you reassuringly.

When he checks his watch he realizes he only has a few more hours until he returns to base. He snuggles against you thinking how he can make the most of his time with you, why didn’t he meet you when he was stationed here for months why the night before he’s deployed.

So many questions fill his head.

He peeks over and you’ve fallen asleep. He smiles and carefully removes his arm from under your head. He sneaks to his rucksack and pulls out a small picture of himself and collects your clothing items from inside placing them in your hamper. He goes to your dresser and pulls out the stationary writing you a note. He folds it up and gets a tiny piece of tac sticking it to the wood rim of your special handheld mirror.

You don’t know how long you slept but when you awaken up it’s still dark. Gale is sitting between your legs. He spreads your thighs wider apart and settles between them resting his full weight on your chest.

He kisses your neck and you can feel the hardness off his stiff cock slipping between your wet folds. He’s already played with you while you slept your core is throbbing for him. The thought turns you on even more. You are completely his to use, whatever he wants.

He places his hands above your shoulders, then lifts his hips up and pushes his cock into your tight entrance. He buries down deep inside of you, his hips press between your legs as his cock head touches your cervix making you both pleasurably moan.

Suddenly he stops, turning his head hearing noises in the hall. His body tenses and he slides his cock all the way back out as you hear them too. Foot steps staggering and approaching the door then stopping. He grabs the blanket pulling the covers over your nakedness. “I think your room mate is back” he instinctively guesses.

The key slips in the lock and the door opens spilling light into the room. Two shadowy forms enter, fully locked in a passionate kiss making small sounds of pleasure as the door slams shut. The room is shrouded in darkness again.

You hear them begin taking off clothing dropping pieces to the floor still kissing absentmindedly. They make their way across the room falling onto the left bed the squeak of the metal springs adjusting to their weight.

“Yes just like that ” you hear your room mate Pam say “Yea you like that?” says her solider date (you assume she pulled from the dance hall.)

“ Mm yea don’t stop” she moans

“Call me daddy” the soldier says

“Oh yes daddy” you hear her say finally making you and Gale both snicker and giggle together.

“What the hell? There’s someone else in here” the soldier quips sitting up

“ It’s me! And um Gale” you sheepishly announce to Pam

“Major Gale? “ you hear the surprised soldier ask in the dark.

“ At ease” Gale says with a grin making you both giggle and snicker again.

“Didn’t think I’d be serving with you tonight Major, it’s me private Dalton” when Dalton says it he and Gale burst into laughter. The idea they are serving together, serving two women.

“Should we go?” Pam asks because you claimed the room first. Dalton wants to stay he has no other place to have sex and tries riling Gale into leaving. “Oh no you stay right there baby I’m going to show you what a real soldier fucks like tonight “ he says to Pam. She giggles and they begin to kiss.

It instantly triggers Gales competitiveness “First one to get their girl to finish first wins then” he says securing that he’s not leaving. Dalton is shocked but sees a silver lining being able to sleep with Pam “How do I know you and your girl won’t cheat over there ” he asks grinning accusingly in the dark.

The question makes Gale get up and click the desk lamp on clearing it of clutter. He pulls you from the bed laying you chest down flat on it parting your legs ready to take him.

“Holy hell“ Dalton says as Pam’s eyes widen staring at Gales large erect cock. Dalton is stunned Gale wants to have a sex competition with the lights on.

Dalton pulls Pam up and lays her flat on her desk next to yours. You look at her and see the giddiness in her eyes and turn away hiding your smile you girls are extremely naughty enjoying this, the word is definitely harlots.

Dalton stands behind Pam and Gale stands behind you. They steady and hold your waists both inserting their cocks at the same time for the start. Everyone lets out a moan, Gale sinks deeper into you, and you relax for his size completely. You let him penetrate your body wanting to feel every good inch he’s giving you. As he starts to thrust you let out small moans, his pushes feel so good inside of you. When you don’t hear Pam you turn your head to look.

She is staring her eyes fixated on Gale watching how he fucks you practically drooling. Dalton wants noises out of her too so he pulls her by her hair to stop looking at Gale. He begins powerfully thrusting into her from the back making her body rock against the desk. She starts to get into it spreading her legs wider, arcing her back more and letting out soft moans.

Gale keeps his pace and places his hands on your hips pulling you harder on his cock making you lose focus moaning louder.

“Oh fuck why does she moan like that” Dalton asks as he thrusts in to Pam. Gale smirks “Yea she gets real loud when I make her cum let’s set them closer together it’ll help keep her quiet ” they force you and Pam across the desks to be elbow and elbow as they take you from the back.

You are trying to stifle your moans but Gale feels so good working you in a rhythm that has you ready to cum. Your moans escape loudly from your lips again.

“She’s going to wake the whole damn dorm!” Dalton snaps. Pam puts her gentle hand over your mouth giving Dalton an even bigger idea “Baby kiss her quiet“ he commands, he and Gale slow their thrusts to watch.

She looks you in the eyes cutely conveying she wants to give them a show, and you two go at it, tongues licking,lips smashing, mouths wanting. Gales cock pulses inside of you as he squeezes your hips tighter.

“Ooooh fuck” Dalton says and starts pounding into Pam making her lips jostle against yours trying to keep kissing. She grabs the back of your neck to hold your lips close making Gale lose it. He drives his cock into you completely unfocused.

You and Pam moan into each others mouths in constant harmony making the men fight for their lives not to cum yet. Gales thrusts intensify as he holds your waist higher pulling you back on him harder. His cock is pulsing begging to release. You feel the force in your chest from his deep hits. He juts his tip into your cervix perfectly so many times in a row you finally orgasm.

Pam holds the back of your neck sealing your lips together and taking your final moan. It’s like she can feel the intensity of how good he makes you feel and it causes her to orgasm as well. She releases your neck and you both lay flat on the desks panting as the men use you.

Dalton pulls out first and ejaculates all over Pam’s back. Just seeing him cum on her is so pornographic you clench inside. Gale gives you what you want pulling out and pumping his shaft over your too.

Pam gets to watch him so overcome with arousal as his hand slips rhythmically over his large cock. When he spreads his silky cum on your back she moans without thinking. You and Gale look over at her and laugh as her face flushes.

“I think I made both girls cum ” Gale announces making Dalton mock pout ” Yea Gale you have all the luck” he says. Gale pulls a set of washcloths from your top drawer and throws one to Dalton. Gale wipes you down and you sit up to find his boot camp shirt on the floor putting it back on with a new set of panties. Pam slips on her night gown.

John and Dalton get dressed back in uniform. You quickly go to Gale and wrap your arms around his neck, knowing this is good bye.

You tiptoe up and kiss him. He holds your head close whispering in your ear “I’ll write you, send me back something” he smiles against your ear you nod but he still holds you close “ I’m coming back don’t go too crazy for these college boys” he nudges his nose against your ear.

You smile up at him blushing “I won’t I promise” you do well at keeping promises and fighting your feelings. You keep telling yourself he’s a stranger you hooked up with for one night having the most incredible sex of your life with.

Pam and Rick embrace, Gale picks up his rucksack hoisting it on his shoulder, then both men head to leave the dorm room. Gale gives you one last look goodbye and you freeze wanting to go kiss him but feel like your heart will shatter into a million pieces, he grins and beckons you over with his finger making you smile eyes welling with tears of relief . He makes it one quick simple kiss and smiles lovingly as you step back and he pulls the door closed. Pam runs to the window sill waiting to see them emerge from the building. You walk over head cloudy lost in thought as you sit next to her.

“Nice momento” she says tugging your bootcamp shirt snapping you out of your daze. You look down at it smiling thoughtfully. “Oh I got it at the base from him” you say starting to cheer up wanting to share your exploits.

“He took you to the base?! Dalton said he shares barracks and there was no way I could get in there unseen“ she explains

“Gale took me to his office I was there there most of the night“ you say with a big grin.

“Gosh I ended up dancing and drinking the night away with Dalton until 1am then he snuck me into a storage room at the dance hall to give him a handy. I finally had the bright idea to walk him back to the dorms thinking you were still out…” her voice trails off as she looks off daydreaming . “They took us at the same time” she sighs resting on her elbow. Her first time having group sex, your second.

You bite your lip ready to tell her the juiciest bit “I slept with Gale and another Major at the same time in his office” she gasps and grabs the collar of your shirt pulling you close“Tell me everything!” She practically yells.

Gale and Dalton emerge from the building walking so tall and proud you see Gale usher Dalton to the car to give him a ride back to the base

“Gale !” You shout and he looks back up at you smiling and waving before he blows you a kiss. You blow one back to him and he pretends to catch it and put it in his pocket. You bite your lip and grin like an idiot. Pam waves a farewell to Dalton.

“I was wondering when I saw you leave arm in arm with two decorated officers at the dance hall… but I never expected at the same time.” Pam says eyeing Gale lustfully “What a wild stallion” she says day dreaming about his perfect cock.

You push her shoulder “Getting ideas?” You tease. “Yes of course I want him look at him and he’s such a sexual dynamo” she smiles seductively remembering how he came, she lets out an exasperated sigh tossing her head back. “When he comes back tell him we’ll take him together” she says deliberately now open to group sex. It makes you roll your eyes “If he wants.“ you say flatly trying to stifle your sudden possessiveness over him.

Then you pipe up “The other major I slept with was named John” you smile hinting at her option.

“Which one blew your mind be honest” She asks directly.

You laugh aloud “ Both of them …several times John’s cock is large” you show her the size parting your hands “I didn’t ride it but he does this thing with his fingers” you show her with your fingers what he did inside of you and she bites her lip smiling.

“Well then definitely introduce me to John” she says batting her eyelashes making you both laugh.

Now it’s your turn to rest your elbow on the window sill and daydream . You watch Gale drive off campus.

As the military car disappear into the distance you and Pam leave the window sill. Pam collects her toiletry basket and heads to the girls dorm showers.

With no classes on Saturday you plop back onto your bed to rest, you feel a lump under your pillow, and lift it to find your mirror with a folded note on the outside. Gales name is written on the front and your heart flutters as you unfold it.

Enclosed is his rank full name and base number it reads:

For my special girl

I want you thinking of me every second, and I want you writing me every chance you get. I’ll be sending letters to your dorm.

- Love from Gale

His handsome picture is enclosed and you practically shriek holding the note and picture to your chest. It’s imprinted in your mind forever now. Major Gale is in love with his little harlot because what else could you even be considered to him. Your chest fills with excitement as you reach in your desk and grab your diary to write every single detail down to store the memory forever.

~*End *~

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plussizefantasia · 4 months

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Don't Call Me Kitty

Bucky Barnes x Black Cat! Reader

Word Count: 2k

Chapter 1/6

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Warnings: Reader is plus size and it's talked about being somewhat of a negative thing (its not) , language, I think that's it

AN: This is part one of the BlackCat!Reader x Bucky work that I've been working on for a while. It was a request although I can't seem to find the original request anymore. This is part one of six, all fully written but I decided to split it up because this is by far the longest thing I've ever written and I wanted to publish it in chunks. Let me know if you like it, or if the rest of this should just stay hidden in my drafts for all of eternity.

If you had to spend one more fucking minute in the same car as James Buchanan Barnes, one of you would be dying. And you are pretty fucking confident that it won't be you.

He won't get off your back. Every chance he has it seems like he launches himself at the opportunity to remind everyone that you weren’t always the goody two shoes he thinks you are pretending to be. But God forbid you call him out on the obvious hypocrisy he's spewing because then you’d have to face Rogers and the inevitable tirade he’d go off on about how his best friend was never a bad man, just deeply broken and how the actions he’d taken while under Hydra’s control were not his own.

You don’t take issue with Barnes bringing up your past, it's not a secret. Everyone on the team had at one point been the focus of your ire on one of your bad days and that more often than not led to some sort of discussion where you would disclose more and more about the things you were trying to forget. Your issue with Barnes was that he was trying to insinuate you were one of the good guys. And you’d rather die than admit you were an Avenger.

You are not, nor will you ever be a good guy. You aren’t necessarily a bad guy, but you are not a goody two shoes. Barnes knows that, he also knows that it pisses you off to no end when he tries to tell everyone that you're acting like one.

“Shoulda seen the way she was sucking up to Fury Stevie, she’s trying to be teacher’s pet I’m tellin’ ya.” You were not sucking up to Fury you were stealing his wallet and trying to distract him so he wouldn’t notice the fifty bucks you lifted, but Barnes didn’t need to know that.

The worst thing about this hate that you have for James Barnes was the fact that you know deep down you don’t hate him at all. Sure, he pushes your buttons and knows just what to say to get you to want to knock his pretty little teeth out. But he's also a genuinely good guy and most of the time isn't all that bad to be around. But god it's so much easier to hate him than it is to sift through all those feelings.

There was also the fact that the two of you work well together. You can be bickering one second and covering each other’s sixes flawlessly the next. You have a theory on that though, you think that because both of you had been forced to work with people you didn’t trust very much at one point or another you got used to getting the job done no matter what other feelings were floating around in the background. That's what you try to convince yourself is the case. The idea that you and Barnes simply make a good team is nauseating.

Barnes isn’t only good to have in the field though, he has proved his worth off the battlefield when he knocked around some poor recruit who had been running his mouth about you in the training gym. The kid couldn’t have been more than twenty and honesty you weren’t going to hold his ignorance against him. If he underestimated you because of your size, then that was on him and in a way, was only gonna help you in the long run.

That was something that you had noticed early on, that most people couldn’t fathom that someone who wasn't a size four could be as good at your job as you are. “Most People” also included people on your team, it had taken you saving Tony’s life in the field more than once for him to admit that he was wrong about you. You are still trying to convince Thor that just because you look soft does not mean you can’t still kick his ass.

You have made people’s lack of faith in you into a good thing. Rich guys aren’t worried about their wallets or watches when a meek little thing bumps into them on the subway and who would suspect the overweight chick to be the one who scales the sides of buildings to get her hands on some unreleased tech from Hammer’s R&D department? Bucky Barnes.

Bucky has never regarded you with the same kind of hesitance as the others. He has never once made it seem like he thought you couldn’t get the job done because you were bigger. And you had to admit, it's refreshing. Not that you need his approval but it's still nice to not be looked at with some kind of doubt, or incredulity. That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t piss you off though.

“I swear to God Barnes, if you change the radio station one more time I’m gonna cover your whole arm in fucking extra strength magnets while you're asleep.” An interesting threat sure, but one you will one hundred percent follow through on.

“The station keeps changing to static, kitty, you want to listen to static for the next three hours?” He asks. He's right, you are both on your way to some ball in Alabama and according to Tony, all the Quinjets are in use for this weekend (bullshit), which leaves you and Bucky to get there the old fashion way, a road trip.

You're already eight hours in and are currently driving through the small towns and mountains that cover a good section of the south. Which means that the radio is cutting in and out. And yeah he's right, you don’t want to listen to static but you also don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“I’d prefer the goddamn static over the song changing every five fucking seconds.”

“Well, it’s either that or silence, kitty.”

“First of all Barnes, I’ve told you not to call me kitty. It’s demeaning. Secondly, maybe some silence will do you good, you might be able to hear yourself think for once. If you’re capable of thinking.” You shoot back at him.

“Oh, kitty I have plenty of thoughts I’m pretty sure I think enough for the two of us.” He looks at you without turning his head away from the road, giving you a sidelong glance.

“Oh yeah, about what? How to get more beefy? Whatever the next idiotic insult you’ll hurl at our resident birdbrain will be? Whether or not you'll get wrinkles from the perpetual furrow in your brow?”

“I don’t think you want to know what goes on in my head, Mittens.” He pulls his bottom lip up in between his teeth to stop the smirk that is spreading across his face.

“You did not just call me fucking Mittens” Your jaw is practically on the floor. The audacity of this man.

“You said I couldn’t call you kitty. What are my other options?”

“Maybe my name? Asshole.” You also have to fight back a smile. Teasing Barnes is nice, it was the closest thing you have to a genuine relationship. Too bad you can’t stand him.

“You memorized your cover?” He asks you. You almost scoffed at him, you're not a goddamn amateur.

“Of, course. I’m Debrah Longborne, Georgian peach and heiress to my Daddy’s large fruit processing fortune.” This mission is a simple one. You're here to take down a corrupt governor and what better place to do than at the gala he and his wife organize every year? You had Tony donate to his wife’s foundation under your cover name. Large enough to draw attention but not too much attention that you can’t get your job done. “And you…?”

“Brantley Moore, Law professor at Vanderbilt, and your arm candy for the night.” You like going undercover, and this assignment is a short one, just one weekend. It's almost like being another person, just with all your skills and an ulterior motive.

“Who the hell picked the name Brantley?” You ask.

“I know right, I sound like some preppy douchebag”

“Not too far off then.”

“Fuck off.” He laughs. You like his laugh. His eyes crinkle in the corners when he does it, a brief glimpse into the years he has lived through, not all sunshine and rainbows, but enough joy to have laugh lines.

“So Debrah and Brantley met where?”

“Vanderbilt has society mixers every winter, where the professors and some select students get the chance to network with some donors and other important people. It’s a believable story plus there’s over a thousand attendees at these things which makes it easy to slip our names onto the list.”

“And whose idea was that?” you lift an eyebrow. “Mine.”

“How do you know about the Vanderbilt mixers?”

“I had a life before I met you, didn’t you know that.”

“I knew you had a life I guess I just didn’t assume it involved rubbing elbows with southern socialites at prestigious university parties.”

“I wasn’t rubbing elbows, it was for a deal made by Peirce with the university president, I was there as a bodyguard for Pierce and to cover our tracks when things inevitably got bloody.” Any hint of teasing falls from Bucky’s voice. He says shit like that sometimes. Shit that you think he says to scare you or to remind you how dangerous he was. All it does is make you sad. Nobody deserves to go through what he had, and you hate that those evil bastards had taken a great man and mangled him.

The conversation peters out after his revelation. The two of you ride in silence for the next two hours. Thirty minutes in, you get closer to the city and the radio sputters back to life. Bucky reaches to turn it off.

When you finally reach the hotel both of you are a bit on edge. You’ve been driving all day, switching back and forth every few hours but Bucky’s silence for the last little stretch seems to have affected both of you more than you’d thought.

Still, you have a job to do and you’ll be damned if you let the metal-armed nuisance ruin your reputation for perfect follow-throughs. You grab your small weekender bag out of the backseat and make your way to the front desk. You school your features and dust off the southern belle persona that has been stashed away in your metaphorical conman toolbelt.

You can feel Bucky trailing behind you, and an idea pops into your head. Swiftly turning on your heel you pass your bag into his unoccupied hand. Not giving him a chance to say no you rotate back around and march forward at a pace fitting to a very busy society woman.

Bucky sputters behind you and you toss over your shoulder, “If I’m playing an heiress this weekend, I'm not lifting a goddamn finger if I don’t have to.”

Marching the rest of the way to the desk you flash the young woman behind the counter a polite smile, “Room for Longborne”. She immediately matches your smile and begins typing away on her keyboard pulling up the reservation that was made for your cover.

“Of Course Ms. Longborne, I have you down for the Iris sweet for three nights is that correct?”

“Sounds correct to me, although if you could hold the room for one more day that would be just peachy of you, we don’t know how long our business here is going to take and it’s better to be safe than sorry. You understand of course.” You put every ounce of Southern charm into your words and pray to God that this interaction can be over sooner rather than later.

“Of course Ms., Here are your keys. Your room is on our twelfth floor and the number is embossed on the front of the card.” She hands you a package of three cards across the desk. “If you need anything at all don’t hesitate to call.”

You nod, taking the key cards from her hand, and motion for Bucky to follow you to the elevator.

The ride up to the twelfth floor is silent, much like the last stretch of the car ride. What you aren’t expecting is Bucky’s exclamation when he walks into the room before you.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” The first words Barnes has uttered in nearly two hours. “There's only one fucking bed.”

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georgiapeach30513 · 4 months

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Your Mark On Me, Part 15

Summary: things are no good.

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: explicit. Dead dove do not eat

Warnings: explicit language, explicit dark content, kidnapping, mentions of drug abuse, mentions of stealing money, degradation (not for sexual play), spitting, hitting, pinching, slapping, restraining, mocking, blood, human auction, forced removal of IUD, realization of voyeurism, sexual recordings without knowledge, dark imagery 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5.4K

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Rage. Blinding hot rage that boils every ounce of his blood. Hating himself doesn’t even cover it. Leaving you the way he did as a broken shell of the woman that he first met. You had shown resilience to his impossible needs. You had fallen so hard, and he still withheld how he truly felt for you.

The threat was enough to not just chill him all the way to the core of his being, but the video — whoever it was had caught him. Caught exactly what you meant to him on video. Words he had never spoken in years, and they had the evidence. Coupled with the threat of not only you, but Bucky’s Shy Violet. His unborn son. And Steve could not be responsible for that much pain.

Steve can barely see as he flees the hotel he left you in. A crumpled mess. A true depiction of the barren wasteland he left your heart. People don’t love as deeply as you did, and have someone rip it out with scars that may never heal. He’s an example of that. And he did it to the only person who he had ever truly been in love with.

He meant every word to you this morning, even the ones you would never hear. Why did this person, this entity hate him so much that he would threaten three people that had no part in this scheme? He had to tell Bucky. He also had to be able to visually see, and he can’t put anything into words except the red hot coils of desire to burn down the world.

Questioning if what he did was the right answer. He was told they knew his weakness, and you would be removed from his life. He beat them to it. He took away the person that they knew was his the one that would destroy him. But who? Who hated him that much to want to destroy him? Clearly it was competition but there was only one person, or people that were competitive with Steve.

“Sam?” The other man sighs. Hearing Steve's voice as wrecked as it was didn’t take much to realize what the idiot had done. “Who’s watching her?”

“You put Loki outside. Told him to watch her for a few weeks. Said that you figured she would move on. But you’re a fucking idiot.”

“They,” he yanks the steering wheel to the side of the road, throwing his car into park before pressing his palms into his eyes, and wills the tears to not spill over his lashes, “They were going to kill her and Bucky’s Shy, and…your family.”

“Figured as much. I told Nat to get the kids to the safe house. Just like you should have done with Dove. With her and Bucky there everyone would have been safe. You’re too fucking irrational. You don’t think. You should have discussed with me, and we could have came up with a plan. But you didn’t like that I heard what you said,” Steve pulls at wads of his hair, and he slams his fist on the steering wheel. “Love doesn’t make you weak.”

“I told you that you didn’t hear anything,” still in this world of denial and wanting to protect his ego. His pride? Protect anything but the person he truly cared about. You.

“You love her. You’re a coward that couldn’t even tell her to her fucking face. Is a million dollars really going to make up for what you did? You’re the problem here, Steve. She was the solution. Go back. Go get her, and I’ll take her to the safe house. I’ll leave Nat and Bucky with the kids, and Shy, and we will figure out what the fuck is going on,” Steve shakes his head. You hated him. He made sure to make you feel worthless to him, and hope that one day you could move on.

The thought of another man touching your flesh sears into his mind. Thinking this dumbass could ever hold you and love you the way he did. It was a toxic love, but he found serenity in your bright glow. The devil came to find his goddess of spring. The link that kept his underground hell blooming into the most beautiful chaotic garden.

Every morning he could see the sun shining on your face like you were the beacon, and it was trying to find you. But instead, Steve did. He tried to dim every bit of your light, and instead you changed him. And how did he repay you? He left you, his beautiful goddess, a void. Gave you every opportunity to turn into the darkness that he helped flourish. Instead, you were making him lighter.

You had a link to the depravity of his world that was Lark, and one wrong move and you would become a demon to addiction. A beautiful woman lively turned into a servant for drugs and the underbelly that he helped create. Try and be noble all he wants, he still sold a lie to users. He catered to the whims of one of the most powerful things in the world. Addiction.

“Sam,” he says as he starts to turn the car around. “I made a mistake.”

“Get your girl. I’m calling Bucky. We’ll keep her safe, and we finish this once and for all. It’s time,” without hesitation and very little thought Steve knows exactly where the threat came from. Peggy. The one who set this all off to begin with. No doubt a woman who thought she had broken Steve would be infuriated that he had managed to actually fall this time. The purest form of love. Childlike. He was in fact so in love with you it hurt him.

Pained every inch of his inky skin. He was only trying to let his Dove out of her cage, and let her fly alone. He was no longer the cage that kept you trapped. He was made pure again, and was a dove right along with you. He wasn’t meant to set you free, he was meant to fly out of his own cage with you.

He fucked up. He knows you may never forgive him for this whiplash, but if it meant that you were going to keep your life, that was the burden he would have to bear. He would carry the weight of that on his back for the rest of eternity as long as he knew you were alive and well. He had to. Because he was in love.

You don’t cry. You barely blink. Couldn’t even move to clean yourself off as per his request. That towel lays haphazardly on his spilt cum, and you stare up at the ceiling trying to make this a nightmare. He was a liar. That wasn’t Steve, and as much as you wanted to cut etches of his story off his skin, you wanted him to hold you even more.

It is a bizarre feeling to hate and need the same person. Time has no meaning on this bed. Earlier today you saw him for the man he used to be before Peggy tried to destroy him. And then he burned that man at the stake as he became the monster you first met. The lord of the underworld, and he brought you down into his depths, but maybe it was all one sided.

Watching as the room spins around you in a humiliating and dizzying haze. It’s why he couldn’t look at you. He has fought and fought his true feelings, and because he couldn’t accept them he had to remove the seed that was sprouting in his heart. The seed that was changing winter into spring and you saw lightness and color that once resided inside of his soul.

You hate him. And still, you’re in love with him, and you need him to hold you and tell you that wasn’t him. That he was sorry, and he was so in love with you and he was done fighting, and you doubt that moment will ever come. If you could close your eyes and never wake up that would be the most fitting. You didn’t want to see anything anymore.

“Dove?” Your eyes stare blankly up at the ceiling, and you swear there’s a pattern to the odd appearance of it. Dots that you feel are just the stars, and they’re covering you in a warm blanket. As warm as the fuzz that is thrown over your body.

“Sissy, how much money did he leave you?” Your blinks start to slow down, and you hope that they’ll eventually close forever so you don’t have this sickening feeling in your stomach. “I’m going to take this and invest in — things, yeah. You don’t need it. You’ve got your school you can bounce back on, okay?”

If there is one thing you wished it was that Steve could have quit fighting the inevitable. That he would have just admitted the feelings he had for you, and the two of you could run away. Money and power are just as dark of an addiction as the drugs he sold. And he was letting his addiction win.

“Won’t you let me get you dressed. You don’t want to leave here naked. And — he didn’t love you. That mess on your stomach is how he treats the girls he threw away at the club. Used their warm flesh to fill a need, and then…”

“You’re lying,” your eyes finally focus on your sister, and you turn and look away from her quickly. She no longer was the vibrant older sister you once knew. Either Steve had been lying about your addiction and usage, or she had found another supplier. “What happened to you?”

“You should look in the mirror,” you didn’t want to look at your face. You’d look like a bird with clipped wings that could no longer fly because that’s just what you feel like. “Get dressed.”

“What are you doing with the money?” You inquire. But she doesn’t respond just goes towards your bag, and opens up one. Tossing over a dress, and you finally take stock of what’s going on. Sitting up in the bed so see her clinging to the bag with cash in it. The stupor you were once in now is a dull pain of the past hour. “Lark?”

The door opens up to your room, and scramble to cover yourself. You know him. “Dovey, it’s time for you to go. He’s been waiting on you,” tears flood out your eyes as you shake your head. “You really want him to see you with Steve’s cum on your stomach. Your pussy fucked out, and tits hanging out? Now,” he clicks his tongue, snapping a finger at Lark, and your sister scurries out of the hotel room.

“It’s just you and me,” grabbing at your foot, he pulls you down to him and you kick and scream. Biting every time his hands touch you. Your reason to fight became apparent because whatever is wrong is worse than the empty gut you have now. “He threw you away!”

“Fuck you!”

“Keep fighting me, and it’s you that’s going to be fucked,” clearing his throat your room is flooded with men, and they all close in on you, struggling to hold on to your body before with one snap, you go into blackness. A darker world than you have ever ventured to. A world where things will never be the same. Left and broken, now stolen and restored. Fight is still there.

Steve sprints to your bedroom, racing through every part of it. Knowing without seeing physically that you’re gone. His hands pick up and throw everything in its path. Destroying the room just like he destroyed you. The luggage with clothes is still here, but the suitcase with money was gone.

Lifting up the mattress he flips it over, standing in the fucking room that was devoid of you. You were gone, and he can’t shake the feeling that you were taken. Stolen from this room, and from — he can’t even say himself anymore. Because he left you. You weren’t his to steal. He fucked up.

Chest heaving as his mind races on where you could be. He has an idea of who took you and it sickens him. He sees what Lark has become. Rumlow was the worst kind of drug dealer, because he dealt in more than just drugs, he dealt in women.

“Steve.”

“I fucked up,” he turns around. Eyes pleading at Bucky. “Why are you here?”

“Sam’s with the girls. I’m risking my life and the chance to see my future son because I can’t imagine what you’re going through. You fucked up, but I can’t let you wonder your what ifs or wonder where she is. I can’t let you lose the love of your life,” Steve shakes his head, the anger turning into the worst pain he’s ever felt in his life. As the last of his humanity is wrenched from his fingers. “Why can’t you say it? Does she mean that little to you?”

“She means more than any amount fucking words, Bucky. She means everything. Shy and Ember were threatened. Nat and the girls, and a lot don’t even know that Sam and Nat are together and have kids. Why do they want her?”

“They’re trying to make your kingdom crumble. The dark lord of the seedy underbelly. Ruled by fear and power. For a drug lord you had some morals, if that’s what you want to call it. And there’s…”

“Peggy,” Steve gulps, glancing around the room that is as messy as his head. Disheveled in every crevice. He has to clear his mind if he’s ever going to find you.

“I want you to make me a promise,” Steve nods. Taking a few deep breaths to center himself. It ends now. He won’t hold back. It’s time to burn the world down to save you. Rumlow’s entire organization will disintegrate. He doesn’t even care where the two of you end up. He needs to know you’re alive, and living the life you want. And he hopes you still can find a place to put him in it.

“If we find Dove, I need you to tell her exactly how you feel, you coward. Quit waiting until the girl falls asleep before you say it.”

“Deal.”

“Let’s go save a dove.”

You could look at Steve trying to destroy you as a good thing. There’s a numbness that courses through your veins, or maybe it’s just a sleepy fog since the moment he walked out that door. Staring at the sleeping form of the man that tattooed you while your arms are restrained above your head, you wonder how you slipped this far into this world of darkness. Your will to fight dormant and resting. Now you observe. Paying attention to everything while you remember every bit of this moment. Something eventually had to help.

You don’t hate Steve. In fact the reason he did what he did seems to be to avoid this bullshit right here. Protecting you from whatever this hell is, but he failed. He let the wrong one watch you. And your own sister somehow played a part. You’d cuss him for the fool that he is when he comes to rescue you. And then allow your exhaustion and anger to rain down him with a fury that is hibernating.

Your eyes start to droop a bit. The adrenaline and heart shattering moments hitting a climax so high that your body is spent. There is no time for fear, and no time for anger. It’s survival. Steve would find you, and you would kick him in his perfect balls for ever hurting you. Even though the idea of him throwing that door open to save you like a scarred Prince Charming was looking damn fine, you can’t ignore what he did.

“How long has it been?” A sickeningly sweet voice walks into the room, and her beady eyes look you up and down. “What is she wearing?”

“Whatever I could put on her. You said you didn’t want Rumlow to see her the way I found her. You’re still so concerned with him leaving you for someone else?” His head bounces to the side with the force of the smack she connects to his face. “Why else do you need her covered?”

“I don’t need to see what cunt Steve’s been shagging. Pretending that she was the only one while he was fucking Rumlow’s whores at the club,” you roll your eyes, but refuse to comment. Sam kept tabs on Steve, and even told you he’s never seen him so much as glance at another woman. Her tactics of wearing you down were futile. You couldn’t sink any lower. The bottom has already been reached and all in a few short hours.

“You’ve been fucking like rabbits, and he still hasn’t fucked a baby in you?” You spit on her, gaining a slap against your own cheek. Her red painted nail wipes of your saliva from her face before she embarrassingly rubs it on your face.

“That’s rich coming from a double crossing bitch. You can only smack me when I can’t fight back?”

“You’re a bitchy one, aren’t ya? So tell me, sweet princess, how have you remained without a bastard?”

“It’s called birth control, you idiot.”

“One I need to cut out of your arm? Or rip it out from between your legs? Or do you trust the pill?” What the fuck was this woman getting off on? You aren’t even sure what her fucking problem was, or why it concerned you so much. “Rumlow has suffered with his business, while Steve flourishes. He needs to be destroyed, but I much prefer slow torture,” her fingernails connect to your arm, and she uses far too much pressure to slide all over the delicate skin of your arms before her eyes zone in on your lower body.

”Remove it.”

“What the fuck? No!”

“Stick another fucking needle in her neck and remove it,” she is psychotic. More than Steve could have ever realized. “You know your pretty sister? Yeah, it was easy to break her spirit. It’s funny what money and drugs can get people to do. What would destroy Steve? To see you broken from another human. To see you as a ghost of who you were. A zombie that he can’t even recognize. You know how many people are willing to bid for Steve’s precious Dove? Use your body to work out their frustrations on their biggest competition. Your sister sold you out for money and drugs, but the good thing is she is no longer being pimped out. But you — Steve will never want you again. Remove it. She can be someone else’s problem.”

Her stilettos click out of your room, and Loki stands up to walk closer to you. You flail, screaming out obscenities and no towards him. Having very little room to get any leverage over him. They were all fucking mental. “No! Don’t touch me.”

”It’ll only sting for a minute. You keep getting stuck with this, you’re going to have a bigger problem,” his voice is cloying in your ear as he grabs your face. Coming closer to you with a needle before it drives into your body.

“No! No! Please, no!” Another wave of blackness. Falling into an oblivion of a dark void that has no end in sight. Whispering out, “No,” one more time, and crying because no one can hear you. Being stripped away from the only salvation you knew, and now becoming the exact opposite of what Steve desired the most in you. Untouched. She wanted to sell you, auction you off while Steve can either be searching for you, or pretending you never existed.

You just want to go home. Home to the cabin, and pretend that he was coming home to you. Hold onto happy moments while your humanity is ripped from you. You hate her.

Your head lulls back on your shoulders, and the dingy light of the room tries to filter through the darkness, and you try to grasp it. Hoping that light can save your soul from the monster Peggy was forcing you to become. You hate her.

He didn’t like it. He hated it. Hated that you were ever put in this position, and he had himself more to blame than anyone. The very thought of something going wrong just wasn’t an option. He didn’t need anything to go wrong. He needed you. He needs to know that you are okay, and you were free to live a life.

The thoughts of you choosing a life that didn’t include him was on his mind, but he couldn’t think of that. Everything had to be perfectly planned out. He knew that Peggy was a vindictive bitch, while Rumlow was a pathetic one. He assumes that they’re hoping for an appearance by him.

It wasn’t a secret what they were doing. Everyone knew they were putting you up for auction. The reception went from an absolutely no because they knew Steve’s vengeance would be grisly to the ones that were drooling and licking their jowls at a chance to fuck Steve over. But retaliation would happen. To all of them. There would be a retribution on every single person that participates in the selling of you.

Every last one of them will get the fiery death of his dreams, and if you wanted to facilitate he would let you watch as they all burn. He failed in the one thing he promised above all else and that was to protect you. He’d make it up. He would get you. Or he would watch it all burn.

—

There’s moments in your life where you freeze up. Your body goes into autopilot, and you’re just there. Going through the motions. While your body is numb to every poke, prod, and movement by someone else. Your mind is on high alert. Listening to every door open. Absorbing every conversation. Your eyes take stock of all that is around you. Memorize every face as you dream about their demise.

You knew there would come a time when you had to identify people because you still hadn’t given up hope that Steve would keep his promise. Rumlow was a boastful idiot and he was letting everyone know who he was going to have up on that stage. Steve would hear about it, and you didn’t doubt that he would have fun in taking care of everything.

That’s not to say that you didn’t want to add another scar on Steve’s body, and you wanted to scratch him, and maul his perfect face, but you need him to wrap those stupid beefy arms around you and carry you out of this disgusting place. You know if you allow your mind to go into the dark places that you would lose all hope, and you’d never stop crying. Or worse become the devil Peggy was trying to make you.

You didn’t even speak to them when they’d ask you questions. You’d just stare at them blankly as they pinched, slapped, and pushed you around. You wouldn’t allow yourself to let them break you. Not yet. When this is all over you could have those moments of clarity, but right now it’s just to survive. And that meant focusing on everything.

You even knew it took Loki exactly thirty-four steps to get to the chair that set outside of your cage. And another forty-two steps to get to the door. You knew that he was the biggest coward of all, and needed to hide behind a more powerful man. Scheming and lying through his teeth while he collects secrets and information as his own form of currency.

He was loathsome. Peggy was the worst bitch you had ever met in your life. A woman who didn’t want Steve, and also couldn’t bare to see him happy with another woman. The kind of woman whose ego got in the way of the bigger picture. While Rumlow was describable he had bigger reasons for doing this. Peggy’s reasons didn’t go past needing to make Steve feel emasculated.

Disgusting woman, all dolled up for a pretty picture. Steve wasn’t a hero, but he could admit it. She wants to act like there was a moral high ground that she was part of, and still involved with another drug lord. That man just didn’t ask questions. You’d come to learn that Steve did, and that’s why Peggy had to ruin him.

“Are you still sore?” It is a stupid question when your arms were always extended above your head, the fact that she made people remove something so personal from you. Sore didn’t even begin to describe it. “You still mad at me, princess? And if you fucking spit on me again…”

You roll your eyes up to meet her, a sinister smile tugging at your mouth. “Ghastly woman. It’s what you deserve. You can pay for Steve’s sins. They always do,” another one of her tactics is to make you think you were nothing but a fleshlight to Steve. But you knew better. “Do you know how many girls that he has made become a sex worker? Rumor has it he filmed porn right in the club.”

Blah blah blah. You did actually talk to Steve. You also listened. It’s something she didn’t do well. Cocky little bitches never wanted to be the quiet little girls that people think aren’t threatening. Like you. She sees a weak submissive bird. You weren’t weak, and you weren’t dumb. You had more knowledge than she could even fathom about the ongoings of Steve’s enterprise. And there’s one thing she forgets, those sex workers Steve employed had a choice. She had removed yours.

“Are you going to play your game of not talking again?” Smirking, you roll your eyes before concentrating on her shoes. You weren’t going to give her the respect to look her in her face. “You’re such a spoiled child. Did your daddy Steve not spank you enough?”

“Nope,” Steve was not your daddy. He was your Captain.

“You do speak,” god, she’s a pompous twat. If she was closer you would spit on her, just for telling you not to.

“I don’t make it habit of talking to trollops,” with a painted red nail, she slaps you across the face, and your mouth fills with the pungent taste of metal. You gather it in your mouth, waiting. She is already getting closer to you.

“You fucking bitch. I will enjoy seeing you sold, and I will revel in the ways that they use your body to fuck over Steve. And that man never cared for you. You were just warm wet flesh,” one step too close to you, and you let her feel the blood she brought with her slap. The red paints her neck such a brilliant color and you chuckle, “You were just a whore to him. Let him fuck you raw. Intimately. Wanna see?”

Spinning on her heels, she snaps a finger at Loki, “I want Steve fucking her stupid on a loop. Let her watch every moment that was ever a lie. Break her fucking spirit, so she knows Steve never loved her. He couldn’t. Because he loved me, and will always look for a replacement. But there's only one me,” if only she knew that the love that Steve felt for her was nothing compared to how he felt about you. You knew it. He told you.

The sound of his voice stings as the monitor is lit up with the two of you. Precious moments stolen, and there is no telling how many people had seen this. You keep your eyes on Steve, more than you ever did while he was pumping into you. Steve never said the words, but he also couldn’t act. The way he stares at you with so much passion and love, versus the anger he had when he broke up with you. Such a lying coward.

You sniffle, refusing to let any tears cloud your vision or run down your face. You were becoming immune to the physical pain, but seeing a private beautiful moment with Steve hurts so deeply. Even the way he paints your skin with his fingers after making love. Yeah, Steve fucked you and would fuck you hard, but what you just witnessed was sweet. Almost like the first time.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Loki staring at you, and you twist your head to gaze back quickly, causing him to flinch. “When you came to our home…”

“It was just a place for him to hide you and fuck you. Don’t make it seem so domestic.”

“Was this your plan all along? Fuck Steve over?” He shrugs his shoulders, moving to turn back around after making a face with Steve’s grunts on the television. “He’ll enjoy torturing you.”

“You think very highly of yourself. Where were you at when I found you? Broken, naked, and used on a bed. Let’s not forget the money your sister stole from you. What do you think she’s going to do with that much money? Face it, Dovey, everyone around you used you and then left you. Steve for your tight cunt, and your sister for money. You’re better off this way.”

“Don’t call me that,” you wouldn’t let him win. Lark’s involvement is the most painful. Your therapist long ago told you drugs changed people. But inside of that body was still your sister. Somewhere.

“Don’t cry, Dove,” he mocks you as a single tear falls from your face. There’s no sincerity in his voice. And you want him to suffer from your own hands. “I finally know what it sounds like,” and you can’t wait to hear him plead for his pathetic life. His time will come.

You gulp as someone pulls on your leash. Fitted with a dog collar, and lingerie. You stare out blankly at the crowd as words about who you are and what the bidding starts off as begins. Faceless people litter a small crowd, and raised paddles keep being held up.

You try and focus on all their faces, see who is bidding the highest, and it is a zoo. Going so fast it makes you dizzy, and you sway on your heels. The price goes too high for average schmucks, and it seems it is a war between two people.

Both the man and woman are masked, and gloved, and neither have Steve’s features. You feel yourself for the first time slipping into despair. Feeling he didn’t actually care at all, and this is the result. Being sold like cattle.

“Two million,” the man say with finality, and the woman shakes her hand, refusing to pay that much. He left you. You really were worthless to him. Played in his stupid games.

“Sold to Mr. Wolf. Come collect your new pet,” the masked man stands up without a word. Pulling the leash from your handler before scooping up in his arms. Vacant. There’s nothing left. Steve left you to rot.

“I’ve got her,” he says into your ear, and it’s a weird sensation, causing goose pimples to arise on your skin. You didn’t have any idea why he was talking to you. You just need to forget the life you once came from.

The harsh light of the outside stings your eyes, and you start to regress in your body. The fight is finally over, and you just are in disbelief. “We’re out of the building. Clint, lock it down. Steve, I’m taking her to the safe house.”

“Steve?” Your body starts to tremble as the tears you have held in for far too long pours out.

“Shh, Dovey. I’ve got you, sweetheart. We’re going someplace safe, but Steve and a few others are burning this down. “Do you know if Peggy was in there?”

“She was bidding,” your words are whispered and confused, using a hand to squeeze on his metal arm, “Bucky?”

“I’ve got you. I gotta get you away,” he places you into the car, buckling you up before he gets in the seat himself. “We’re outta here. Send them right back to hell. Dove, were there any other girls up for auction?” You shake your head no, starting to curl into a ball. Your arms are still so stiff and sore. “She was all. You’ve got free range, Steve.”

Steve’s mouth curls into a gruesome grin. Eyes blazing as he heads towards the building, “Peggy is mine. Fucking bitch.”

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