#of how Steve held him close and had soft lips and bumped their noses together before finally pressing their lips together

[corrodedcoughin]

Okay listen I can't tell whether this is stupid or funny but I can't stop thinking about it and I think you might vibe with this one?

Steve and Eddie go on their first date, and have their first kiss, and when they get back they have a moment like that one scene from friends? Where Eddie goes to see the Corroded Coffin boys, and Steve gets Robin over so they can talk about their date.

And Eddie is blushing and giggling and twirling his hair and kicking his feet, hanging out in Gareth's room. And the CC boys are talking to him, asking him questions and stuff like full on sleepover mode. Did he treat you right? Where did he take you? Did he kiss you? What was he like? And Eddie talks about how Steve opened doors for him, and bought him flowers, and treated him to the full first date experience. Going into detail about how Steve cradled his jaw as they kissed, how he moved his hand to tangle in Eddie's curls. How it was gentle and tender and romantic and passionate and Eddie has been fully swept off of his feet

And then Hard Cut to Steve and Robin lounging like animals on Steve's couch, watching Fast Times, drinking beer and eating pizza and Robin is like

"Did you kiss him?"

"Yeah."

"With tongue?"

MOMO!!!!! I can see this SO CLEARLY it’s like a parallel of the grease scene during summer loving it eddie being sandy and Steve being Danny and that is quiet frankly HILARIOUS.

I have legit nothing to add to this other than, if I could draw I’d be all over this oh my GOD

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Love Grows (demon!Bucky and pre-serum!Steve omegaverse au)

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AFTER THE FUNERAL and after sharing stories of Abraham, the group parted, each heading to their own homes. Steve dawdled and took the scenic route, not wanting to return back to the tower. Correction: not wanting to return to Hodge. After all, the other spouses had been there. Maria held Carol's hand, giving it squeezes whenever the blonde even so much as sniffled. Sam nuzzled close to Riley, letting the man whisper comforts into his ear as he stroked his soft skin with his calloused thumb. Hell, even Loki's frenemy-with-benefits, Mobius, was there to support them.

And where was Steve's oh-so-wonderful husband? Where was he? Not there. Not caring about anyone but himself. It was on par, sure. But still!

Steve's hands dropped to his small baby bump. How could his little wombmate rely on a father like that? A father who was more concerned about himself than anything or anyone else?

They didn't stand a chance.

"I'll be there," Steve told them, rubbing over his lower abdomen. "I won't let anything happen to you. I promise. No matter what, I'll be there. Just you and me, if it comes to that."

He moseyed around outside until his nose was red and cold, and only then did he make his way back to Stark Tower. Waving at the lobby attendants, Steve made his way over to the elevator. For a moment, he thought about what it would be like to be stuck in there. Just to prolong reaching the twelfth floor. Even with Archie-or-Rosemary sleeping on his bladder.

Realizing that he'd rather be anywhere else – with anyone else – than with his husband, Steve's mind went to the Big D: Divorce. His hand went up to the crook of his neck where Hodge's mating bite was embedded in his skin, in his scent gland.

They were supposed to be together. Together for forever. That's what that meant.

Or at least what it's supposed to mean.

And now what?

Dropping his hand, Steve shook his head. No, absolutely not. They would not be getting a divorce. They would not be getting unmated. This was for forever. This wasn't the first time that Hodge had been self-absorbed. It wasn't even the first time this year. They'd get through this. They would. Steve would be damned if they didn't.

Finally arriving at his floor, he hesitated. Worrying his lower lip with his teeth, Steve debated if he wanted to say something to Hodge. Of course, he did. But he also didn't. He didn't want to have a fight. He didn't want Hodge to feel like he wasn't doing enough. Hodge was sensitive, even if he liked to pretend that he wasn't. And, really, Steve didn't want his husband to think that he wasn't good enough or something.

Looking out over the courtyard, Steve tried to appreciate how beautiful The Tower really was. Even twelve floors up and even with the trees still bare from winter, it was a sight. Steve sniffled, knowing that he was lucky to call this his home. Without The Tower he wouldn't have this baby. This perfect, perfect baby.

Wiping his eyes, Steve headed down the hallway for his apartment. He didn't want Hodge to know that he was crying, so he aggressively rubbed his cold, raw face. There were a lot of things that Steve wanted to say to his husband, but he wasn't sure how to put any of it into words.

With a deep, heavy sigh, Steve entered the apartment. All he knew was that they couldn't keep going on the way that they were. Not with a baby thrown into the mix.

In the living room, Steve found Hodge still in his boxer briefs, ignoring the TV as he read a script. For a moment, Steve stood there, waiting for Hodge to acknowledge him. When he didn't, Steve picked up the remote and turned the TV off. Which, frustratingly, didn't do anything.

So, Steve let his emotions get the better of him and marched right up to his husband and ripped the thick script right out of his hands. Bewildered, Hodge stared up at Steve as though another head had sprouted from the omega's slender shoulder.

"What the hell, Steve?!"

Tossing the script to the side, Steve angrily scoffed, "That's what I've been asking myself all day! No – every day! All day every day!"

"What are you talking about?!"

"I'm talking about how you've been neglecting me!"

"Neglecting you?" Hodge's brows furrowed together. "What in God's name are you going on about?"

"You're never around," Steve started. Finding the words easier than he thought he would. "When you are, you're absent and busy. Or you're next door with the Sousas."

"God forbid I have a job and am nice to our elderly, lonely, childless neighbors," Hodge threw his arms up, exaggerating the situation. "Maybe you need to find a fucking hobby. Or better yet, a fucking job! Huh? 'Ya ever thought of that?"

"I have a job!" Cruelly, Steve reminded, "Or have you forgotten how our bills had been paid up until now?"

Hodge's eyes narrowed while Steve's widened in surprise at his own words. As if he could shove the words back in, he brought his hands up to his face and covered his mouth. Pissed off, Hodge left the living room. The beta slammed the door to their bedroom only to open a moment later now wearing a pair of fitted jeans and pulling a sweater on over his head.

"You're unbelievable, you know that?" Hodge scoffed, heading down the hallway for the closet. Yanking his jacket out of it, he continued, "I've been bending over backwards and breaking my fucking neck to please you, and this is how you act? Un-fucking-believable!"

"I appreciate your –"

"No, you don't. It's not enough apparently, and I'm not sure it ever will be for you. All you want is more, more, and fucking more. All the while bitching about how I'm a bum –"

"I never said that, Gilmore –"

"Fucking Christ, Steve. I did some freaky fucking ritualistic shit to help you have a baby and this is how you repay me?!"

Holding his abdomen, tears built in Steve's vision. Had he been wrong? Did Hodge not want to be a father? But why would he lie? Why would he do this if it wasn't what he wanted too?

"I thought..." Steve paused, the tears falling down his face now, but he couldn't wipe them away. "You said..."

"Yeah, well I say a lot of shit."

And just like that, Hodge had left the apartment.

Left behind, Steve's tears fell faster with even greater frequency. This wasn't the first fight that they had had. This wasn't even the worst fight that they had had. But this one felt different. It hit harder. Made him feel alone.

Perhaps that was why he let the anger take over.

Storming for the bedroom, Steve yanked the closet door open and searched for his duffle bag. The one that he used to use before he and Hodge moved in together. Back when they were young and in love and played house on the weekends.

Now, he was going to use it to leave.

If he could reach it on the top shelf, that was.

The anger building, Steve headed to the linen closet and threw the door open so aggressively that the knob hit the wall with a bang loud enough to sound like a firecracker. He didn't care though. He wanted to leave. No, he needed to leave. He'd be damned if Hodge thought he could leave him and just expect him to be sitting there waiting for him.

No more waiting for Steve Hodge. For Steve Rogers. Nope. No more waiting. No more.

Sure, Steve knew that people sometimes said things to wound when they were angry and fighting, but Hodge had taken it too far this time. It wasn't just Steve anymore that Hodge had to think about. They were bringing an innocent baby into this world. And if Hodge had been lying about wanting to have a baby, he should've been honest from the start.

He was just trying to make you happy, his mind argued.

Well, he should've thought about that before doing this! Steve decided.

Positioning the step-ladder in front of the smaller closet that Steve used, he carefully climbed up until he could reach the strap of the duffle. It was really shoved back there, wasn't it? Giving it a harsh tug that nearly toppled Steve from the ladder, the bag came loose from where it was stuck.

Tossing it onto the bed, he began taking clothes from the rack. Ripping them off the hangers and throwing them onto the bed. Not all of them. He'd have to return with boxes for those. Haltingly, Steve wondered where he would go. His first thought was to go to the Erskines'. No, I can't do that to them right now. His second thought was to go to his parents and paw paw in Arkansas. No, this is home. This city is where I want to raise them.

As he shoved the clothes into the duffle, he decided on the Wilsons. Sam would always be there for him. For them.

Zipping his stuffed bag, Steve slung the strap over his shoulder and headed for the door. Not wanting any nosy neighbors to see how distraught he was, Steve wiped his face; rubbing it nearly raw. Hoping that he looked somewhat presentable, Steve opened the door and paused.

There, standing in front of him, was Peggy. She glanced down at Steve's duffle and concern colored her expression. Asking, "Is everything alright, dear?"

"Fine."

"Are you going on a trip?"

"Not exactly."

Reaching up, Peggy tenderly wiped an escaped tear from Steve's face, "You're just not very good at lying, are you?"

Lower lip quivering, Steve redirected his attention to his feet, not wanting to meet the older omega's eyes. He tried not to let the tears fall, but failed regardless. Peggy cradled his cheek in her slender hand, and that seemed to break the dam. Tears flowed down Steve's face like a waterfall and he let the strap fall from his shoulder.

Affectionately, Peggy pulled Steve into a motherly embrace and tried to soothe him with her neutral scent beneath the floral blocker. She petted the back of his head and softly shushed his cries, reminding him of the way his late maw maw or his mom would.

Hiccupping, Steve claimed, "I can't stay here. I can't. I won't. Not with him. Not when he acts like that."

"You will," Peggy decided for him. "It's bad for baby to be so stressed. And moving is very stressful. If anything, make Hodge leave."

"I can't do that," Steve sniffled, pulling out of Peggy's arms and pushing his hair off his hot, wet face. "It's his uncle's place."

"Arnold would be more than understanding, I think." Peggy assured, "Trust me."

And as strange as it seemed, Steve did.

[rustedhearts]

sentimental reasons (boxer!steve x librarian!fem reader)

summary: sunday afternoon musings in autumn.

uses she her pronouns and female anatomy.

✶ the king of the ring ✶

tags: pregnant!reader, fluff, that’s about it.

sentimental reasons - nat king cole

hawkins, indiana, october 20th 1996

“I wonder if she’ll have my eyes.”

“Hmm. I hope.”

Steve’s lashes tickled the tip of your finger as it delicately scaled the soft tissue of his eyelid. His lip quirked, nose twitching when you came to trace the slope of it: bent sideways by brutal fists barreling into cartilage. But once, it was smooth and straight. No matter how crooked or left-leaning it was these days, you still found it handsome.

“Hope she doesn’t get stuck with that,” Steve snorted, and you frowned as you smoothed your thumb over the swollen bridge. “Hope she has her mama’s.”

Steve lifted his hand from where it rested on your stomach to bop your nose. You smiled, fingers pushing through the long tresses framing his face. You had been reclining on your back for a few hours now, late-term pregnancy responsible for consistent exhaustion and sore ligaments. It felt like the whole of you existed in the front, and sometimes you worried you were walking on a forward slant.

The house smelled like the slowly-browned roast your mother brought you, warming in the crockpot; the sweet aroma of brown sugar carrots and the bitter snap of celery. From your open window: damp earth and the musk of goldenrod leaves. It smelled like home.

Cheek pressed gently to your stomach, chapped hands feeling for flutters and kicks, massaging your aches through a faded, stretched-out tee: Steve. He smelled like a morning Marlboro—faded and nipped away by the wind—and the woodsy vanilla of your laundry detergent. He smelled like Steve. He felt like Steve: warm and firm and lovely. Cocooned between his half-pressed weight and the softness of the comforter, you felt you could’ve lied there for the rest of your life.

You closed your eyes and listened to the leaves rustle in the afternoon. The distant babble of youthful laughter. The whoosh of rubber on asphalt at thirty-five miles an hour. The crunch of bike tires over the pile of leaves Steve raked and then left on the tree lawn so he could tend to you.

He heard your silence from the front yard. He felt your ache.

“It’s funny,” Steve murmured, eyes wide and alert, finger trailing a path down the roundness of your bump. “I never thought I’d be here. Never thought I’d have…another part of me. Like this.”

He flattened his palm to rub across your belly, spreading a blissful massage that had you shifting. Expelling a breezy sigh, you blindly tucked a patch of hair behind Steve’s ear. Soft, just-shampooed: vetiver and musk.

“She’s all ours, baby,” he whispered.

The room swayed in the stillness. Like being cradled in a lullaby, gently rocked to sleep by one dreamy, autumnal afternoon. You felt like you were floating, gently bobbing to the rush and recede of the sea.

"Kinda scary to think about," you returned a moment later, just as quietly. You peeped your eyes open to find Steve's face.

Smoothed into mindless relaxation, he watched his own hand lift over the mound of your bump. Back and forth, over the swell and down the valleys. His wedding band caught a spark of pale afternoon light: thick silver tungsten around his ring finger. Unbreakable. Irreplaceable.

Work got in the way of him wearing it often, but on long weekends like this—when you slipped away from the busy, sunny California life for a slice of small town America back home—Steve slipped the ring on and never took it off.

He liked seeing it on his hand. He liked hearing it clink with yours when you held hands at night. He liked seeing them together—your ring, his ring—and knowing: this was eternal.

"God I hope I don't fuck it up."

You tipped your head on the pillow, craning to find Steve. You gently scraped your nails over his scalp, watching them create gaps in his mop of hair.

"You won't," you cooed. "No more than all the other parents."

Steve's lips curled into a pursed smile, handsome and boyish. Your chest stuttered a moment.

"Thanks, angel. Think 'm just nervous," he sighed, words tight between his teeth with his chin pressed to your belly.

You shifted again, socked feet rubbing his sides. "Me too. My mom said she used to throw up just from nerves right before she had me, but I think I turned out alright."

He breezed into another grin, a scoffed laugh shooting from his mouth. "Yeah."

You twirled a strand of hair near his brow around your finger. It curled into shape, tickling his eye.

"Wonder if my mom was nervous with me," he whispered.

You took pause, scanning the surface of his face. His eyes flicked away from your stomach toward your own, and he instantly scoffed and shifted on his stomach.

"Ah, shit, sorry. That was—sorry—"

"Baby, hey," you awed, reaching down to cup his face. "Don't be sorry. It's okay to wonder."

Steve halted a moment. Staring at you, head risen from his place on your center body, eyes a little rounder and wider and laced with pleading. Softened and sweet, you flashed him a small, reassuring smile and scratched your nails against his scalp again. He slowly sank back down, rubbing his cheek against your clothed belly.

“‘Kay,” he murmured.

“Wanna talk more about it—“

“No, baby. Just…wanna talk about names.”

You giggled. “Names?”

You could see the coil of his mouth from here, how the side of his face lifted with the small quirk of muscle.

“Yeah. Been thinkin’ about what we’re gonna name little Harrington.”

Your heart swelled to double the size, aching in your chest. You could barely contain the burst of adoration blooming with a pulse.

“You have?”

Steve’s finger made a zig-zag trail on your belly again. “Mhm. So…let me see it.”

You blinked, brows etching together. “See what?”

Steve turned his head, hair dragging across your belly and flouncing from his face. “The notebook.”

You clapped your hands together with a giddy grin. You’ve kept a notebook of baby names since your first sonogram. You knew you were getting ahead of yourself, and there were chances the pregnancy wouldn’t stick—but all you could think about was what you’d name your child. When you found out it was a girl, that you’d have a daughter, the notebook immediately became a place of scribbles and exclamation marks and highlighted stars.

Interestingly enough, when you started to show a bump beneath your clothes and required more assistance for daily tasks, Steve swapped roles with you as the worrier. He helped you up and down stairs, poured your cereal, made you smoothies, cut your steak, and did his best to do the cleaning exactly the way you did it.

Steve was terrified you’d lose the baby, and that it would be all his fault.

For some reason, naming the baby felt like “jinxing it” to him.

“Really, you wanna see it?” you squealed, capturing your lip between your teeth.

Steve chuckled, a deep, grumbling sound that shuddered through you. “Yeah, baby.”

“Okay good, because I can’t get up.”

Steve chortled, shifting on his stomach to press a kiss to your belly, wide hands spanned on either side. He wiggled off the bed and headed toward the door, rounding the corner toward the library room.

The Hawkins house, made the Harrington residence circa 1994, had a gorgeous, oak-shelved room full of first editions and signed copies. Steve spared no expense when it came to your little corner of the house, where he often found you curled up in the window seat scribbling in a journal, or scanning a book. You had a desk against the wallpapered wall, where a type writer from 1935 found at a flea market in Virginia sat with every intention of good use. Steve hated the sound of your clacking, but you said the sound was “transcendent.”

Steve padded into the room, blanketed in a pale grey darkness as the sky muddled with rain clouds. The window came to a peak in a rounded arch, wet with old rain drops from last night’s shower. Collections of leaves from the oak tree looming in the yard congregated on the glass in groups of yellow.

He found the notebook on the desk beneath your piles of paper, all full of ink. Steve fought the urge to filter through it as he returned to the bedroom.

You struggled to sit yourself up, wobbling on your palms like doing the crab walk. Steve flung the notebook toward the bed and rushed to your side, hands at the ready.

“Baby,” he huffed, hoisting you toward the pillows at the headboard, which he fluffed adamantly as you settled back. “Wait for me.”

Your eyes rolled, though you were already out of breath. “I had it.”

He shot you a pointed look through narrowed brows, and fumbled for the notebook at the edge of the mattress. He settled beside you, and as the air followed his motions, you caught whiffs of damp soil from his time outside this morning.

“Okay, open it,” you insisted, voice wavering with delight.

Steve flipped the spine open, revealing the first lined page of paper with your familiar writing.

“Jesus Christ, honey,” Steve drawled, pulling the notebook back an inch to take it all in. His eyesight had been slipping for the past year and a half.

He needed glasses, but refused to wear them.

Cheeks swelling with warmth, you tipped your head over to get a peek of your work. “I had a lot of ideas.”

"And they're...alphabetized," Steve commented, tone thick with amusement.

"Obviously."

Steve scanned the list of names, eyes shuttering half-closed and popping back open like a camera lens. The ones he didn’t like got a screwed up face in response. Steve had a headache by the time he got to the fourth page, and the names weren't stopping.

Only few caught his eye: Alice, Caroline, Catherine, Eloise, Emma, Lily, Josephine, Jane, Winnie.

As he continued to scan, he found himself pairing the names with his own surname. Alice Harrington, Catherine Harrington, Lily Harrington. None had the ring he thought they would.

"Do you have a favorite?" he asked, flipping pages again.

Resting your head on his shoulder, you gently skirted the pads of your finger over the warm skin of his forearm. You trailed them to the bone of his knuckle, feeling the purple veins protruding beneath the flesh, plumped from overexertion.

"Mhm," you hummed. "But I don't want to sway you."

Steve turned his head, lips brushing your temple. "It's Jane."

You lifted your head so quickly that it knocked Steve's chin, and he tongued away the pain with a wordless grimace as your face bloomed with warm thrill. You gazed at your husband in delightful wonderment.

"How did you know?"

"It had five stars next to it."

You giggled, warmth increasing. "Oh."

"And," he added, head cocking to pop a kiss on your cheek. "I remember you mentioned that name before. Back when we were still dating, talkin' about kids. You said you always loved the name Jane, and if you ever had a girl, that would be your top choice."

Looping your arm around Steve's, you squeezed him close and nuzzled his neck. "Oh, Steve, you are so hot right now."

Steve's laughter was sharp and surprised, and he snapped the notebook closed to toss it aside. Hands free and desiring your touch, he gently pulled at your legs until you reclined flat on the bed again.

"I know."

Mounting over you with an agreeable and cautious space between his body and your bump, he pressed a gentle pepper of smooches to your face. You ran your hands across his chest, playing with the silver chain around his neck, thin and linked.

"So...Jane it is?"

Steve pulled back, eyes flicking between yours. His features were soft, a sharp contrast to the scars and bruises they regularly carried. He brushed the back of two fingers across your brow, guiding your hair away.

"Jane it is, my love."

♡ ♡

[barnes-n-nobles]

Attention (SMUT)

Request: Smut. Bucky gets jealous of her for getting too close to his friend Steve. So he punishes her 🍆🤤

Sorry for the delay! Here it is and I hope you enjoy! Let me know what y’all think!

You and Bucky had been invited to Tony Starks birthday party tonight. In most cases you would have an outfit ready, but Bucky wanted to dress you today. You thought it was the cutest idea ever and you let him choose for you. He came out of your closet with a beautiful black dress , that had a slit on the side. He got you this as a gift during the first month that you guys started dating. You were saving it for a special occasion so you were a little shocked that he would bring it out for today’s birthday party. Your eyebrows slightly bunched together in confusion as Bucky laid it on your bed.

“Why that dress for today babe? It’s just Tony’s birthday, not the met gala” you chucked. Buckys metal hand traced the side of the dress and smiled at the thought of seeing your body in this sexy dress. “I just want to show off my beautiful girl. Plus, my tux is all black as well. You know how I love matching with you” he smiled as he went to place a soft kiss on your lips.

You nodded in agreement , taking the dress off the bed and walking into the bathroom to change. “I just hope this dress doesn’t get ruined like my last one…” you sighed smiling at the memory that started to form in your mind. “What do you mean, Doll?” Bucky asked curiously.

“One day, Steve and Thor got so drunk at Natashas party that they started having “cake wars” and I made the huge mistake of trying to take the cake away from them and Steve threw a handful of cake at me, while he was trying to get Thor. I was so mad because the dress I got for that day was super nice but I had to get rid of it…it was way too stained” you stated as you slid yourself into your dress.

Bucky rolled his eyes at the sound of Steves name leaving your lips. Him and Steve had some unspoken tension between them that always puzzled you. Little did you know, Steve wanted you for himself but Bucky moved way too fast and was able to cuff you up before Steve even thought about it. Bucky and him were inseparable but once they both realized they were after the same girl, they both got distant. Bucky loved his friend but he always got everything. The fame, love, praise, recognition. He wasn’t going to let him get you though, because you belonged to him. Only him.

“He better not start his shit or I’m going to fuck him up” he spat. “Bucky, you’re not an angel when you get drunk either you get pretty angry AND / OR get into fights with everyone. “ Bucky knew that he had to tame his demons when he was around you just because he didn’t want to scare you off, but it’s been getting harder and harder to control it as men had gotten a bit too brave around you. Bucky wasn’t the type of shy off when something made him mad.

~~~~Later that night~~~~

You and Bucky walked into Tonys home and it never failed to amaze you how beautiful his house was. You hope to one day share a home with Bucky. One where you could one day raise a family of pets and eventually even kids. He noticed you were busy thinking about something so he nudged you to bring you back from your daydreams. “What’s wrong Doll? You seem distracted.” asking with a little scrunch of his eyebrows. “Oh it’s nothing just thinking about this huge-“ You we’re cut off by a familiar voice. “Y/n, Bucky, so glad you guys could make it. You’re only like 1 Hr late but who’s keeping track.” You all chuckled and said happy birthday to Tony. “Come join us, the food just got served”. As you walked into his lavish dining area you said hi to everyone and sat down on the 2 remaining seats. Steve was on your right and Bucky on your left. He soon started to talk to Sam who’s was next to him. “Hey y/n…I haven’t seen you in a while. How’s it going?” Steve asked you giving you a quick hug. You thought that Bucky would have turned around or at least notice but he was too busy joking with Sam.

“Hey Steve it has been a while. Just going through life, you know.” You smiled warmly.

“I feel you. It’s so good to see you. Your little boyfriend likes to keep you all to himself huh?” He asked softly so that only you could hear him. You just smiled and shook your head side to side, not wanting to answer. Steve was always a flirt you thought, but in reality he liked to push your buttons to see your pretty little face flush. After dinner you all moved to Tonys living room, everyone consumed in their own conversations. Bucky was next to you the whole night , making sure you were having a good time as well. “I’m going to go upstairs real quick, Tony is needing a hand with one of his “toys”. I’ll be right back Doll” he said placing a kiss on your cheek. You nodded and decided to pick up your phone to check up on any notifications you had.

Steve gulped down his drink from across the room as he saw Bucky leave your side finally. He started to approach you as soon as he was out of sight. “All alone?” He asked looking down at your small frame. Your eyes snapped up to see Steve standing in front of you. “ For now, Bucky is out doing something “ you said looking in the direction that he walked “May I sit?” He asked with a smirk. You nodded and scooted over. You and Steve started having a nice conversation and got all caught up with eachothers lives. He brought you some drinks to loosen you up and they seemed to be working perfectly as you started to feel a bit more chill and relaxed. Steve laid his arm over the top of the couch and scooted closer to you, making your face turn hot but the closeness. Steve leans over close to your ear and whispered “You look absolutely stunning. Tell Bucky to bring you around me a little more, hun. I’m sure he’s the sharing type.” You knew he was getting a little too comfortable due to the drinks he’s been having but you tried not to make a big deal. “Steve, please.” you warned wanting him to know there was line he was approaching and that he hould not cross. “Please what y/n…. I never see you and I know for a fact it’s because of Bucky. I’m also your friend and I want to be around you and in your life. Don’t you want that?” You turned your face around to get a bit of separation. But then he used his thumb and index finger to turn your face towards him. “Well?”. You didn’t know what to say so you stayed silent just looking down. Steve was irritated and he let go. Standing up looking down at you. “When you make your own decisions, you know where to find me” he said turning around but then suddenly he bumped into a strong chest. Your eyes shot up and you were frozen.

There he was, his chest falling up and down in absolute anger. Looking straight into Steve’s eyes. “Get out of my face Buck.” Steve said in a low tone. Bucky didn’t say a word, his nose flaring and his chest rose and fell slowly with anger. His metal arm rapidly grabbed his throat. “DONT ever touch her again. I’ll fucking kill you” and with that he threw him across the room by his neck, hitting some tables and chairs as he fell to the ground. Everyone snapped their attention over to you guys a few gasps and screams erupting. You quickly stood up and got in front of Bucky, placing your hand on his bicep as if it would calm him down. “Please Bucky, stop...” you said looking over at Steve who was surrounded by people as they tried to help him up. Tony and Sam went over to you guys to make sure that Bucky wouldn’t escalate this any further. “Bucky, you need to control yourself. This isn’t the time nor place. “ Sam said turning to look at Steve who was now up and getting held back and talked to by Thor and Vision. “Jesus Christ Barnes, you could have at least given me some time to pull out my phone to record that.” Tony said making Bucky snap out of his trance and you could see a small smile starting to form. Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head. “But yes..like Sam said. Not the time and definitely not the place. Pepper is going to kill me. “ as he looked at the broken table. “Sorry Tony, we’re just going to head out. I promise we’ll pay for that” you stated pulling Bucky away.

As you guys were heading to the entrance of the house, Bucky quickly pulled you into a near by room and locked the door behind him. You almost got whiplash at how fast he got you in there. “what the fuck were you doing with Steve, why did you let him get that close to you.” His big broad frame towered over you. “I didnt...well.. I dont know he was just sitting there and he got so close, i felt so trapped I didnt know what to do. “ you explained not knowing what to say to not make him more mad. “you know i dont fucking like him, why would you even entertain him? Do I need to brainwash you to never speak to anyone else but me... Hmm?’‘ he said pinning you to a nearby wall and pressing his body up against you. You didnt know if the drinks finally got to you or what, but you were feeling all tingly inside. Absolutely loving Buckys dominance. “or do you just want some attention. Because ill give you all the attention in the world Doll...but you'll only get it from me...no one else.” he whispered into your face.His lips brushing lightly over yours. You let out a little moan, his words going straight into your pussy. “I just need yours. You know that” you purred leaning in for a kiss. Bucky pulled away looking at your beautiful eyes, filling up with want and lust. “ Im going to show you that you only belong to me, and Ill make you crave only me and my attention. now turn over” he said giving you a quick kiss. 

You obediently turned and he started to slide your panties down. Buckys hands started to roam your body, his metal arm stopping at your clit. “I need you to be quiet for me Doll. Can you do that?” he said as his hard cock was grinding on your ass. “Yes, Sargent Barnes” you moaned as his fingers started to play with your clit. “Fuck...sucha good girl”. When he felt that you were wet enough he grabbed your hair and shoved you down onto a nearby dresser, earning a gasp from you. He pulled himself out and pulled up your dress, giving you a nice hard slap on your ass making you whine. “You had your fun with that imbecile “ he said as he aligned his throbbing cock at your entrance. “now its time for me to punish you like a whore for talking to him. “ and with that he rammed inside of you, letting out an animalistic growl at your tightness. Your moans ripped through your throat as he started to pump himself inside of you, with out much gentleness. His metal hand quickly went to your mouth, muffling your beautiful sounds. “Shh babygirl..cant let anybody else hear”. He thrusted into you hard and fast, making you see stars and your mewls restrained by his cold hand. Your wetness soon started to drip down your leg. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling nothing but pure pleasure and bliss. Buckys arm went down to your neck and he pulled you up, making you arch your back. He leaned down looking at your fucked out face while he stuffed you full of his cock over and over again. He started to have a hot sloppy make out session with you, moaning into your mouth and you doing the same. Tongues interwoven into each other.

Bucky grunted your name, standing upright one more time. He grabbed your hips and started to fuck into you harder, his head snapping back as he was so close. “fuck im going to cum inside you Doll…Tell me who you belong to y/n..” he growled. “Y-you Bucky...only you Sergeant Barnes.” you moaned. Thats all it took for him to finally cum. His thrusts got sloppy as he spilled inside you. His cock twitching inside with each pause he took. He smiled as he pulled out, watching his cum spill down your leg. He pulled you up and gave you a passionate kiss. “dont worry Doll. We have much more to do at home. This was just a warm up, I’m going to give you orgasms after orgasms and you’re going to take it and enjoy it”

[nastybuckybarnes]

Deep End  -  Four

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: He’s back. After all your best efforts at getting away, he’s found you again. And this time, he’s not letting you go so easily. He’s determined to do whatever it takes to get you to be his. Forever.

Warnings: Dark Themes, Language, Angst, Manipulation, Fluff, Smut, 

Word Count: 2.9K

A/n: Hello and welcome, formally, to part four. I hope you all had a lovely weekend and have an amazing week! I love you all very much.

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THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

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You sit nervously on the lip of the bathtub, picking at the skin around your thumbnail as you wait for the timer to ring.

It feels like it’s been hours already.

“It’s okay, honey. Don’t worry. If it isn’t positive, we’ll just keep trying.”

Steve's words don’t ease your anxiety the way he thinks they do.

Your eyes are trained on the timer, counting down the seconds, though you already have a feeling of what the tests are going to say.

The alarm sounds like war drums and you’re racing for the row of sticks on the bathroom counter, your heart dropping into your stomach as you inspect them.

Positive.

Every single one of them.

Tears fill your eyes and you bury your face in your hands, shoulders shaking with sobs.

There it goes.

Your last shred of hope for gaining freedom. Out the window, just like that.

Steve’s arms come up around your shoulders, hugging you tightly.

“I knew it. I just... I knew. You smell different, your breasts are bigger. I fucking knew it.”

He nudges his nose against your cheek until you finally tilt your head back, and then his lips are on yours.

You don't fight him, too hopeless to even try anymore.

Your tears are salty, you can taste them on his lips, but he doesn’t seem bothered at all by them. No, he still kisses you, walks you out of the bathroom towards the bed.

He helps you out of your clothes, his hands groping and squeezing every inch of you as if he’s never felt you before, as if you’re the first woman he’s touched in forever.

The tears are steady, continuing down your face as he pushes you gently onto the bed, his lips trailing over your inner thighs while his eyes raise to yours.

“We’re gonna have another baby, honey. I always knew your body was perfect. Absolutely made for me. And now you’re gonna give me another baby. You’re gonna grow all nice and round...” He trails off, his eyes dark and full of lust as he gazes down at your stomach as if picturing you pregnant again.

“C’mon, darling. We need to celebrate.” He sheds his clothes so that you’re both naked, his warm body pressed tightly against yours, though it does little to quell the shivers of distress rolling down your spine.

Pregnant. Again.

He places kiss after kiss onto your neck, trailing down to your breasts and halting there.

“Can’t wait for you to be nice and big again, all full and round because of me. Fuck, can’t wait ‘till you start makin’ milk again, honey.”

His lips latch around your nipple, sucking hard enough to make your back arch, a whine of pain and pleasure rolling out of your mouth.

“That’s it. M’gonna make you feel nice, honey. Gonna make you feel loved. You know I love you, huh? Yeah. I do.”

His words make your stomach twist in uncomfortable knots, and you close your eyes to avoid the intensity of his gaze. You focus instead on the feel of his body against yours, nice and warm and heavy.

One of his hands snakes between your legs, toying with your clit and dipping into your heat to prepare you for his cock.

“Getting all wet and messy for me, huh?” Your eyes remain shut, blocking out his face, the face of the man who’s done so many atrocious things to you.

He thrusts his fingers in and out rather slowly, dragging them against your sensitive walls until he deems you ready enough for him, though there’s no way to truly be ready for him.

He positions himself between your legs, perched on his haunches while his hands rub over your thighs gently.

“Can’t wait for you to have my baby, sweetheart. Gonna watch you get all nice and full, bring another life into this world for me. That’s what you’re here for, darling.”

He slides his manhood through your folds, coating himself in your essence before slowly pushing into you, forcing every inch into your tight wet heat.

Your mouth drops open, brows pulling together at the stretch of him so deep inside of you, pushing against every resistance your body brings forth. He forces himself into you until he’s seated comfortably, cock held tightly by your fluttering walls.

“Fuck, feel that. Feel you. So tight... tight ‘n wet. Fuck... Fuck...”

He pulls back then pushes in, each thrust slow and precise and far too good. You hate how good he makes you feel, how well he knows your body. You hate how good you feel beneath him, how right it feels to be with him, to be held in his arms.

And you fucking hate him for making you enjoy a single second of time spent with him.

His thrusts speed up until he’s hammering his hips into yours, each movement of his hips forcing his cock to press against your cervix painfully, but the pain is welcome.

It’s what you deserve for enjoying it.

A soft moan falls from your lips when he drops his hand between your legs, fingers working your clit with practiced ease.

He’s spent months learning and re-learning your body, he knows you almost as well as he knows himself, and if the only way you want him is physically then fine, but he’s going to make that want stronger than your hatred for him.

“O-oh god...” Your eyes squeeze shut as the edge creeps closer, each pass of his thumb on your clit and his cock between your walls bringing it so much nearer.

“You gonna cum for me, honey? Yeah? Gonna be my good girl?” You nod, if only so he doesn’t stop.

“Fuck, you feel so good, darling... so good.” He picks up speed, and you get lost in your orgasm like a leaf in a windstorm.

It picks you up and pulls you from reality. Bliss clouds your mind, your senses, and nothing matters except the rolling waves of pleasure flooding you.

“Just like that, honey... fuck.”

He drops his head into the crook of your neck, breaths hot and damp against your skin as he follows you into the blissful embrace.

His hips stutter to a stop, warmth painting your walls and filling you to the brim, just like he always does.

He pants against you, his mind consumed with obsession, adoration, love. He finally has you back in his arms. Finally gets to rebuild his family, get the happy ending he’s been craving.

He’s not gonna give it up.

You’re right where you belong.

~*~

He waits an absurdly long time before telling anyone.

He doesn’t want anyone to know, especially not Nat. Bucky, sure, he can know, but not Nat. Not after the way she kept so many secrets for so long.

It isn’t until you start showing -about two months after the positive tests- that he finally tells the two of them the good news, inviting them over to help set up the baby's room and have a nice night with his family.

Bucky and Steve have just finished painting the walls yellow, a neutral baby colour that you suggested.

Steve insists that you sit slightly outside the room, even though both windows are open and a fan is going, the paint specifically bought because it’s non-toxic.

But you don’t argue. You’ll sit as far away from them as possible.

Sarah’s in your lap, her eyes focused on the colouring book on the ground in front of her, her tongue poking out between her lips as she tries to stay inside the lines.

“Alright. That’s the crib all done. Honey, you wanna grab us a drink?”

Your head snaps up at Steve’s request, and you nod, rising to your feet and instinctively dropping a hand to your small bump.

“Can I help?” Sarah asks excitedly, bouncing up onto her toes and following you down the stairs.

“Of course. You wanna bring this up to Uncle Bucky?”

You pour two glasses of lemonade, one for the blond and one for the brunet.

“Can I have some?” You nod, grabbing a cup for her as she starts carefully up the stairs with the glass.

“Need a hand?” You stiffen, eyes slowly raising to the redhead’s.

“No.”

She sighs, taking a seat at the counter.

“Just hear me out, (Y/n), please. I just... I just wanna explain. Please.” You grind your teeth together at her.

“What could you possibly have to say to me? How could you possibly explain the way you betrayed me? Betrayed Sarah? You got my dad killed, Natasha, and now I’m pregnant again.”

She looks so lost, so desperate, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s her fault you’re here.

"Just please, (Y/n). Please.” There’s nothing you can really do to stop her. It’s obvious that Bucky and Steve would side with her over you in a heartbeat.

“I never breathed a single word of your whereabouts to anyone, I swear. Not even my therapist. I swear on my life, (Y/n) I never told anyone where to find you.”

You look up at her and shake your head.

“You were the only other person who knew where we were hiding.”

She lets out a shaky breath and looks away from your eyes.

“After what happened at the cabin I started going to therapy. Saw a good therapist who helped me get through a lot of stuff. James was going to therapy too, we were getting better together.”

You don’t think any therapy in the world will change the fact that James Barnes is a monster through and through, but you don’t say that to her. No, you let her continue.

“I started getting better. James did too. We got back to work, to helping people,  being the good guys.”

She pauses, sniffling then scrubbing at her cheek.

“I told him that uh, one of my friends had a baby and that spending time around them made me want one too. It upset me because that... that’s a dream that I’ll never be able to have. Or, I thought it was.” A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, but it lacks any positive emotions behind it.

“He told me about this experimental procedure that they started doing in Switzerland. Reversals for female sterilization. Highly experimental but... he said I should give it a shot. The worst that would happen would be... well... no worse than what I’ve had to live with for most of my life.”

She crosses her arms over her chest, not in defiance but in comfort. Self-comfort, and for a moment you feel bad for her.

“I talked it over with Bucky. Told him about how much I wanted a baby, a little mini version of him or I, and he was on board. Said he wished I told him sooner.” She chuckles, shaking her head fondly at the memory.

“That’s when I left for that while, remember?” You nod.

She missed Christmas and you were only slightly devastated at having to spend the holiday alone.

“I got the procedure done. Was on bed rest for a while after and even after I was given a clean bill of health I... I didn’t want to try. I was too nervous. Afraid that it wouldn't work but more afraid that it would.”

She takes a deep breath, her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she recounts the events that occurred leading up to your abduction. Her betrayal.

“It uh... it took three months but we conceived. I was finally pregnant.” She smiles a tearful, wet smile at you and your own eyes prickle with tears as you realize that her story won’t have a happy ending.

Your mind immediately goes to the worst things you can think of, ranging from miscarriage to murder, and you find yourself wanting to call Sarah down away from her father.

“I was ecstatic, (Y/n). I was so fucking happy.” Her eyes are filled with a type of sorrow that you’re far too familiar with. One you’ve felt too much in your short life.

“I told my shrink about it, told him how happy I was. Bucky and I cried together when we found out cause... we were finally gonna be parents. That’s around the time when I started coming by more often. What, sic months ago? Yeah, right around then. I uh, I wanted to wait until I was showing more to tell you, but...” She trails off, her face falling even more and tears trailing down her cheeks.

“That’s around the same time when Bucky started seeing Steve more. Spent less and less time at home with me and more time with Steve. I uh, got a call one day from his therapist, asking if everything was okay because she hadn’t seen him in weeks. That’s when I knew something wasn’t right. We hadn’t spoken to Steve since the cabin incident and then Bucky was spending every waking moment with him.”

She stops speaking, her fingers trembling and her bottom lip wobbling.

“What happened to the baby?” You ask softly, needing to know who hurt her, who caused it.

She exhales deeply and slowly opens her eyes.

“I uh, I guess Bucky must’ve told him. And uh... if Steve can’t have his happily ever after then no one can.”

My heart drops into my stomach.

“What did he do?”

She doesn’t answer right away. No, instead she picks at her fingers for a long moment.

“Did you know... that drinking certain teas can cause a miscarriage? Because I didn’t.” You furrow your brows, trying to figure out what she means until it dawns on you.

“He made you drink it?” You’re not sure which ‘he’ you’re talking about, but you know it must’ve been at least one, if not both of them.

“The last time I uh, set foot in this house before that dinner we had together... he invited us over for drinks and to watch the game. He made me some tea and asked me why I thought it was okay to keep secrets from him. I didn’t understand what he meant at the time but... that hardly matters. A few days later I started bleeding. A lot. I was in the infirmary for days on end only to find out that he’d poisoned my baby.”

She sniffles again and wipes her cheeks with the back of her hand.

“After that, he didn’t trust me, only trusted Bucky. Went to my therapist and took his notes, beat answers out of him when he refused to speak. I’m assuming they bugged me o-or something. Or followed my licence plate, searched through my history to figure it out."

Her candy apple green eyes meet yours, vibrant and staring directly into your soul with passion and fire rivalling that of a forest fire.

“I never breathed a single word of you or Sarah to anyone. Steve figured it out on his own, after almost killing my therapist, and killing my baby. I never said anything, I swear. On the life of my child, I didn’t say a thing.”

Your breaths come in shallow bursts, anxiety spiking as you shake your head.

“I-I don’t...” She puts a gentle hand on your shoulder and nods, guiding you towards the couch.

“I’m sorry. But that’s... that’s the truth. Steve is a monster, and he’s got Bucky following him mindlessly. I don’t... I don’t know what to do or who to turn to.”

You open your mouth to speak, but the sound of feet trudging down the stairs cuts you off.

“Everything alright down here?” Steve asks, reaching for his glass of lemonade but pausing when he sees the look of distress on your face.

His eyes flutter between you and Nat before he takes a seat beside you, grabbing your hand gently in his.

“Honey? You okay?”

You shake your head, trying to rid it of the overwhelming thoughts.

“Mommy?” The three of you look up as Sarah bounds down the stairs, climbing into your lap.

“Where’s my juice?” You pick her up and rest her on your hip as you stand up, walking into the kitchen to grab her cup of juice and distance yourself from the people on the couch.

Bucky comes down the stairs next, confused and wondering where everyone went.

His eyes find Natasha’s first, the poorly masked sorrow colouring her features, and his heart aches.

Sarah drinks her lemonade quickly, making a loud ‘ahh’ sound once she’s devoured the last drop.

“Can we have pizza for dinner?” She asks eagerly, looking up at you with big blue eyes.

You swallow hard then nod, your eyes slowly raising to Steve’s as he walks over to you.

“Pizza?” You ask softly, turning back to your daughter when he nods.

“Of course.” She squeals excitedly, wrapping her arms around your neck and hugging you tightly.

You hug her closer to your body, burying your face in her hair as a tear slips down your cheek.

You knew he was a bad man, but you never thought he’d hurt a child. That would’ve been his niece or nephew, a friend for Sarah and your new baby. But no, he decided that Natasha didn’t deserve her happy ending, neither did Bucky.

Natasha is one of the few friends you’ve ever had, and the fact that he’d hurt her that way, kill off her one dream, is disgusting.

It makes you wonder what he’ll do to you, or even Sarah.

You thought hurting kids was something Steve would never do, but now you’re not so sure.

[sailorkamino]

3. Picnic

Written in the Stars masterlist

relationships: Stucky x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k

chapter summary: you go on your first date with Bucky

warnings: some making out, jokes about sex (at the end)

Bucky wakes up slowly, a little ball of warmth curled up on his chest. He stretches out his legs, lazily scratching behind Kiwi’s ear. He smiles, raising his head to bump their noses together. Her big green eyes blinked open, tail flicking questioningly.

He understands her confusion. Bucky rarely sleeps well, but last night he had a good dream instead of the usual nightmare.

He dreamt of you and Steve at Coney Island, of course he hadn’t been to Coney Island since before the war so that’s how he saw it in his head. Steve, in his old military uniform and gelled hair held his left hand (in this reality he still had both arms), and you, in a pretty blue dress with red painted lips, held his right hand.

Bucky spares a glance at the clock. He doesn’t hear you moving around the apartment yet, you must still be in bed. “Should I try to make her some breakfast?” He asks Kiwi. She tilts her head in response, meowing softly. Bucky gently moves her off his chest, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He gets up, rubbing a hand over his face, shocked at how soft his skin felt. He had to admit, your spa day yesterday was pretty effective.

“Alright, which animal do you want?” You ask, pulling out an assortment of colorful, stretchy headbands. He looks confused so you decide to elaborate, “they’re for holding your hair back, aren’t they cute?”

He looks at the many options: rabbit, cat, dog, sheep, bear, crab, frog, and some kind of pink horse with a horn. “You have… a lot.”

You stare at him, deadly serious, “self care is very important, James,” you chide, grabbing the frog headband for yourself.

He runs his fingers over the soft material, deciding on the brown bear. “Aww, you look cute Bucky bear,” you smile, pleased with your own joke.

“Ok, we start with cleanser,” you move on, presenting the bottle. He looks at the product with curious eyes as you select a chill playlist on your phone. You hum the tune of Brooklyn Baby, rubbing the gel on your face. Bucky watches your actions closely and tries to do the same when you hand him the bottle.

“Ok good, now wash it off.”

He frowns, “why? We just put it on?”

“Because if you leave it on too long your skin will be dry,” you explain, wiping off your own face. He grumbles something about cleanser being stupid but follows your instructions anyways.

You smile in amusement, “great, now a mud mask.”

He tenses at the word mask but reminds himself that the hair mask wasn’t that bad. “Isn’t mud dirty?”

You smirk, “usually, but this kind is great, trust me.”

He nods, glad that he shaved before this. He was a little nervous about how he looked but when you brightly said “now I can see more of that pretty smile,” any insecurities washed away.

He walks into the kitchen, thinking about how he wants to take you on a date today. Only one problem, he has no idea where to take you. He pulls out his phone, Steve is in England, which is five hours ahead of New York, so he should be up by now.

It rings for a moment before a familiar voice answers. “Hello.”

Bucky smiles without realizing it. “Hey, Stevie.”

“Hi, Buck.” In the background, Natasha makes kissing sounds.

“How’s the mission going?”

“Good, but I miss you guys. I should be home by tomorrow.”

“I miss you too, I actually called to ask you something.”

“Oh really?” Steve asked, sounding intrigued.

“Where should I take our girl on a date?”

Steve grinned, loving the sound of ‘our girl.’ “Well wherever you go you’ll probably be recognized so it’s good to plan for that. We’ve been to the New York aquarium a few times, it’s dark and not too crowded on weekdays. The coffee shop around the block is nice, we go there a lot so the workers know us.”

Bucky hums in thought, “I wanna take her somewhere new though, so it’s more of a surprise.”

Steve chuckles, “well why did you call me then?”

“For new ideas, come on Stevie, you’re the creative one.”

“Alright, alright, I have one…”

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That night, when you ask Bucky what he wants for dinner, you've met with a surprise.

“Actually, I have something planned.”

You raise your eyebrows, a smile spreading across your lips, “oh?”

“Yep. And I promise it’s better than my gourmet breakfast of reheated pizza.” You giggle at that, Bucky smiling sweetly, “get ready then we can go.”

“Wait, where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

You pout, “well how do I dress?”

“Casual. You look good in anything anyways.”

You grin at the sentiment and go to your bedroom to get ready. You decide on your favorite top tucked into a long skirt with a slit to show off your legs. You go through your normal makeup routine, complete with red painted lips. Steve has a penchant for the color on your mouth and you’re hoping Bucky does too.

You slide on some comfy sneakers and enter the living room where Bucky is waiting for you on the couch, fiddling with his phone. He instantly stands up when you enter, flashing a bright smile you can't help but mirror. He’s wearing a dark henley and snug jeans that show off his impressive muscles, complete with a leather jacket. Maybe it’s possessiveness, maybe it’s your inner sugar mommy, but seeing Bucky in things you bought him is very satisfying.

“You look amazing, doll.”

As you get closer, you can smell his aftershave. "So do you, Sarge.”

He grins at the nickname, “alright, lets take your car. Oh, and don’t forget Mango.”

You tilt your head, looking at the dalmatian who had perked up at her name. “We’re taking Mango?”

“Yep!” He nods, grabbing her orange leash, adorned with little cartoon fruits. You follow him to the garage where he asks for your keys. You look at him nervosuly, “please tell me you didn’t learn to drive in Nazi Germany.”

He laughs loudly, climbing into the driver's seat. “I’m taking it that Steve’s driving hasn’t improved over the years?”

When you pull up to central park, Mango is practically vibrating with excitement, her black and white tail thumping loudly. You look at Bucky with quirked eyebrows, watching him reach to the backseat to retrieve a blanket.

“Are we having a picnic?”

He looks sheepish, “yeah, I called Stevie, he gave me the idea. We can do something else if—”

You cut him off by pressing a kiss against his cheek. “A picnic sounds lovely. Thank you, baby.”

He grins, your eyes darting down to his pink mouth. You’re starting to lean in when your moment is interrupted by Mango’s excited bark. You hold back a disappointed groan as Bucky exits the car. You turn to face the dalmatian, “please don’t ruin my chances with your new dad,” you softly plead. She sneezes in response.

The brunet opens your door, offering a bashful smile. Your lips quirk up, “what a gentleman,” you coo, taking his gloved hand. Bucky moves to the back seat, grabbing Mango’s leash in one hand and the blanket in the other.

“Why don’t we find a place to sit then I’ll get our dinner?” He suggests. You hum, taking the blanket so you can hold his hand. “Ooh, what are we having?”

“Steve suggested the Thai place across the street,” he answers, letting you lead him through the park.

You tilt your head, “you like Thai?”

“Well, I’ve never had it, but Stevie said you like it.”

You grin, stopping and facing him. “That sounds great, love. Do you need my order?”

“No, I, um, asked the building,” he awkwardly explains, looking at his boots.

You spread the blanket out on the grass, “the building? You mean Friday?”

“Yeah, her.”

You smirk, looking at him playfully, “you know Friday is Vision’s sister?”

Bucky looks at you in shock, “wait, really?”

You laugh loudly before you can stop yourself, “no, bubba, I was just kidding.”

He blushes, looking away shyly. You pull him closer, kissing the edge of his mouth. “Sorry, Buck, you’re just too cute.”

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After dinner you’re in the elevator, on the way to your apartment.

The date was great, Bucky was still shy but he was slowly opening up, although he preferred learning about you. After you ate you walked around the park, hand in hand, he even gave you his leather jacket when you got cold. There’s only one problem, you haven’t kissed yet.

You’re studying his side profile when he suddenly looks at you. “Got something on my face?”

You smirk, “no, you’re just pretty.”

His eyes widen, “Jesus, doll, you lay it on thick, don’t you?”

You giggle, cupping his reddening face, “Buck?”

“Yeah?” He breathes out, playfulness gone, his nose brushes against yours.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

That one word is all you need, you press your lips against his, dropping Mango’s leash. You’re in the elevator anyways, she’s not going anywhere. It gets more heated, Bucky placing his large hands on his waist, through his gloves you can feel the weight of his metal hand. You suddenly wish there were no layers separating you.

You slip your tongue in his mouth, gently pulling his long hair. You get an appreciative groan in response.

“Oh God!” Sam’s disgusted voice makes you jump apart. “Come on, we all have to use the elevator. I know you’ve had like a 70 year dry spell, Buck, but could you at least wait until you get to your room!?”

Your boyfriend glares, but with the messy hair and smeared lipstick on his face he’s somewhat less threatening. “Don’t call me Buck.”

“That’s all you’re going to say?”

Bucky rolls his eyes, jamming the close door button, “I’m sorry that no one wants to have sex with you, Sam.”

You snicker as the elevator shuts, cutting off Sam’s offended shouts. You try to look disapproving, “Bucky, that wasn’t nice,”

“Bucky, that was hilarious,” he counters, kissing your smiling mouth.

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Totally Buggin’

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Written: May 25th, 2021

Posted: May 27th, 2021

Warning: Swearing, just fluff.

Word Count: 1,802

Summary: The reader and her friends enjoy the Hawkins Fair!

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“Y/N!”

Grinning you were quickly greeted by the party members. Giggling you welcomed them with open arms.

Once they had greeted you, they began making their way back to their previous places.

“Hey.” Steve’s gentle voice captured your attention.

“Hey.” You grinned standing awkwardly in front of one another.

“I-“

“We-“

Giggling you shook your head playfully. “We should get back to the party.”

“You’re right.” He nodded in agreement.

Leading the way, you couldn’t stop the somersaults in your stomach.

Making your way to the unoccupied loveseat, you plopped down. Steve sitting beside you. Your thighs slightly touching as heat rose in your cheeks.

Clearing your throat you turned your attention anywhere but the man sitting beside you.

“What do you guys what to do today?”

“Well.” Max spoke. “There’s going to be a Fourth of July fair…”

Once Max brought it up, the party began bickering among themselves about whether or not they wanted to go or not.

Letting out a sigh, you leaned back against the couch. Your shoulder brushing against Steve’s in the process.

Turning to face him, he was already gazing at you. Catching him in the act, he cleared his throat attempting to look anywhere else but at you.

Heat danced along your cheeks as you smirked to yourself.

“Fine!” Mike’s voice bellowed. “We’ll go. Only if,” He turned to face you and Steve.

“Only if, Y/N and Steve come with.” His face held a devilish expression, alerting you that he was up to something.

“Mike…” Your voice trailed off.

Turning to face you, Steve gazed at your features. Somersaults erupted in your stomach, as a Twitter patted feeling came up in your chest.

“Fine, we’ll go.” Steve spoke, not taking his eyes off of you.

Whipping your head in his direction, your eyebrow furrowed together in confusion. “Steve-“

“Alright, dick heads.” Steve spoke standing up suddenly. “It’s about time I drop you off.”

The sound of everyone packing up and getting ready bounced off the walls.

“Do you want a ride home?” He questioned his features softening, as he gazed down at you.

“Yes please.” You nodded, offering him a closed lipped smile.

Holding his hand out for you to take, he helped you up to your feet. The close proximity caused the same feelings to return.

Taking a deep breath, you removed your hand and moved to help the party get ready.

The car ride was filled with laughter and loud bickering. Once Dustin was dropped off, you were the only one left. It had become later in the night.

Pulling up to the street you lived on, he pulled to the side of the road. Putting the car in park, Steve turned to face you. The street light illuminating his features, his hair shining. Your mind became plagued with thoughts of the softness of his hair.

“Can…Can we talk?” Steve questioned softly.

Nodding, you hummed in response.

“I-“

“Steve…” Your voice trailed off, you let your head fall back against the head rest in Steve’s car.

Steve opened and closed his mouth as if he was a fish out of water. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“We…We can’t.” You mumbled, gazing into his mesmerizing eyes.

“Why not?” He questioned, anchoring his hand behind your head gently tugging you closer to him.

“Because…” Heat rose in your chest as you were in closer proximity. All valid arguments leaving your mind as you gazed at his plump lip.

“Because why?” Steve teased, his nose bumping yours.

Your words dying on your lips as you close your eyes waiting for the inevitable.

Gently nuzzling your nose, his breath danced along your lips.

“Can I kiss you?” He mumbled upon your lips.

You nodded gently.

“I need to hear you say it, bunny.” He whispered.

“Yes.”

The electricity that filled the car finally snapped. His soft lip enveloping yours. Steve’s hand lacing in your hair holding you close to him.

As soon as the kiss happened, it was over. Resting his forehead against yours, your breaths mingled as you panted.

Reaching up, you laced your hand in his hair gently yanking him back into you. The kiss was much more needier and passionate than before.

Taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you nibbled on it before tugging it and letting it snap back in place. The sound of Steve’s groan filled the car.

Before it could go further, your eyes snapped open as you jolted away.

“Are you okay?” Steve questioned suddenly, his voice filled with worry.

“We…We shouldn’t be doing this.” You muttered, furrowing your eyebrows together in confusion. You reached up touching your lips as you reached for the phantom kiss.

“I’m sorry…” You mumbled. “I have to go.”

Without waiting for a response, you bolted out of Steve’s car, jogging to your house. Leaving a dumbfound man in your wake.

—

“Hi, Mrs. Wheeler.” You greeted as you passed her at the Community Pool.

“Hi, Y/N.” She beamed up at you. “Nancy’s with Barb in the pool.”

“Thanks.” You grinned nodding your head.

Placing your belongings at the pool lounger chair, you made your way over to where your friends where.

“Y/N!” Nancy and Bard chirped happily at you. “You made it!”

“Of course!” You giggled, perching yourself on the edge of the pool. Your legs dangled into the water allowing yourself to get adjusted to the chilly temperature.

“There’s been a lot of hot guys here.” Barb spoke, giving you a toothy grin.

“Oh?” You questioned, feeling a ping of guilt from the other night.

“I’m going to go that way.” Barb spoke pointing at the opposite end of the pool. “And try my luck.” She winked at you and Nancy.

Leaving you and Nancy alone, there was an awkward silence.

“There’s something I have to tell you.” You mumbled, feeling dread wash over you.

“Shoot.” She spoke, placing her arms on the edge of the pool allowing her to kick her feet underneath the water.

“Steve and I kissed.”

“Oh.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you waited for her to get angry at you and leave you alone sitting on the edge of the pool.

“Okay.” She shrugged, patting your thigh in a comforting manner. “If you’re happy…Then I’m happy.”

“What?” You questioned as your eyes snapped opened, gaping at the woman beside you.

“Yeah, I mean I’ve moved on.” Nancy shrugged. “He’s really changed a lot since high school. Steve’s actually a nice guy now.”

You hummed in response. The sound of people calling your name caught your attention. Turning your head in their direction, you were met with beaming members of the party.

“Y/N!” El exclaimed swimming her way towards you with Max in tow.

“Well, I’m going to go find Bard.” She spoke grinning at you. “See you at the fair.”

Nodding your head, you turned to the two girls in front of you. They began explaining what they did their last girls night. Your gaze wandering around the pool, before their landed on Steve. Gazing at him like a deer in headlights, he was splashing Dustin and Will.

“So,” Max giggled, resting her elbows on the edge beside you. “When are you two going to make your moves.”

“Well…” Your voice trailed off capturing the attention of both girls. “We did kiss the other night.” You giggled, the twitter patted feeling returning.

“What!” They exclaimed in union.

Biting your lip, you nodded your head.

The sound of their squealing filled the air. With widened eyes, you attempted to hush them. Glancing in the direction Steve was, you caught his stare as he sent you a smirk.

Rolling your eyes, you sent him a closed lip smile.

“How was it?”

“Max!” You hissed.

“What? It’s a serious question!”

—

Walking beside Steve, the sound of scream and carnival music filled your ears. Droves of people were at the fair.

Leaning into Steve, you grasped his hand as your other hand rested on his bicep. Glancing down at you, he intertwined your fingers as he gently tugged you closer to him.

The night was filled following the party making sure not lose any of the kids. As you ventured through the grounds, Steve hadn’t let up on holding you close to him.

“I bet I could beat you at that.” Dustin spoke shrugging nonchalantly, poking at the water gun game.

“Oh yeah?” Steve spoke challenging him. “You’re on.”

Paying the vender with tickets, Dustin chose his spot, while Steve turned to face you.

“I-“

Cutting him off, you placed your hands on his jaw gently tugging him into you. Giving him a chaste kiss, you pulled away grinning. Steve gazed at you with widened eyes.

“For good luck.” You mumbled against his lips.

“Steve!” Dustin yelled. “Come on man!”

“Yeah, give me a sec!” He waved a hand behind him attempting to quiet Dustin.

Giggling, you pulled away from him. “Better not keep him waiting.”

Reluctantly he nodded his head before finding his spot. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you stood behind him.

“On your mark, get set, go!” The vender yelled.

The bell rang signaling the start of the game. In no time, Steve had been announced as the winner.

“I’ll take the Kola.” He spoke.

Once he had the stuffed animal, he turned towards you giving it to you.

Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you gaped at him. “How…How did you-“

He shrugged shoving his hands into his pockets. “I remembered the first time you told me.” He shrugged gazing down at his feet.

Somersaults erupted in your stomach. Standing on your tippy toes, you placed a hand on his bicep allowing you to steady yourself. You placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you.”

Steve gazed at you with a softened expression.

“Steve!” Dustin yelled, rushing up to you both. “Let’s go! The fireworks are about to start.”

Giggling, you followed behind the boys. Steve reached behind him silently asking for your hand. Grinning, you reached your hand into his intertwining your fingers.

As your group from a spot to sit, everyone splayed along the grass. Steve found a spot gently tugging you down into him. Your back was against his chest, as your legs rested along his as you cuddled into one another in the grass.

“Hey, mind if we join?” Nancy questioned tugging Jonathon along.

“No, not at all.” You responded, grinning at the couple.

Jonathon and Nancy mirrored your and Steve’s position.

The feeling of Steve chuckling caused a rumble in your back.

Fireworks erupted the sky, illuminating the grassy area that was filled with couples, families, and friends.

Humming in content, you allowed yourself to burrow closer to Steve. Wrapping his arms around your waist he nuzzled his face into your neck, making sure to place a gentle kiss in his wake.

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Five Kisses pt. 1

Summary: Your relationship with Bucky is defined by five different kisses. 

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,895

Author’s Note: Coming out of retirement! I hope that you all enjoy. I didn’t want to split this up into three parts, but it would have been a really long one-shot if I had. Le me know what you think! I haven’t written anything in like four years, so I’m not even sure if people still read fics. So toss a reblog to your fic writer, o’ readers a plenty! 

You can read part two here!

You weren’t sure what to call Bucky Barnes. He wasn’t really someone you’d call a friend, but he was a little more than just an acquaintance. In fact, he was more of a pain in your ass than anything. Natasha introduced you to him, half in hope that the two of you would hit it off. Only, after an hour of knowing him, the only thing you wanted to hit was his head off of his shoulders.

Avoiding him after that first encounter was hard, seeing as he was always around with that stupid, shit-eating-grin plastered to his face. You could tell that he knew just how much his mere presence annoyed you; he enjoyed watching your jaw clench, teeth-grinding at the sound of his voice whenever he said something incredibly stupid- which was every time he opened his mouth.

You tolerated him, but only because you had to; for Steve and Nat’s sake. No one said you had to like him. You didn’t want to like him.

That was until he wound up in your dreams.

You might have been in an elevator or a doctor’s office, you couldn’t really remember. The details of the dream were fading fast, and the only thing that continued to stick out was Bucky. And your hands grasping at the lapels of his suit jacket, pulling him down to you. And the way your noses bumped together. And the sound of a desperate moan escaping the depths of his throat. 

And how ridiculously soft his lips were.

A blush crept across your cheeks as you sat in your bed, embarrassed; hands holding your head as you wondered how your subconscious had let this happen. The thought of kissing Bucky Barnes had not once crossed your mind before, and now the thought of kissing Bucky Barnes had your mind racing. It was just a kiss and then you woke up. But as you sat atop tangled sheets, you thought of what might have happened if you had stayed asleep; your heartbeat kicking as you imagined him kissing you in other places.

You sighed; eyes clamped tight as you shook your head, trying to snap yourself out of it and push any thought of the man out of your mind. Natasha tried to make small talk with you in the kitchen when you went to make a cup of coffee, but at the first mention of Bucky you made up some excuse to get the hell out of Dodge. 

Over the next few weeks, you were avoiding him more than usual. You turned down invitations to go out with the group-, knowing that he would be there. And when he and Steve came over to your apartment, you’d find some reason to leave; work, needing something from the grocery store, going to the gym or going to hang out with one of your other friends. Sure, it was just a dream, but you couldn’t deny that you had begun to think of Bucky in a different way since then. And you were sure your feelings would disappear if you stayed away from him for long enough.

You were coming home one night after work, completely exhausted and drained, and before you even opened the door to your apartment, you could hear the faint sound of laughter on the other side. You sighed as you slid the key into the lock, completely forgetting that it was Thursday night, or as Nat liked to call it, ‘Family Night’. 

Natasha heard the door shut behind you and called for you to join them. Not feeling like fighting this one, you made your way to the kitchen. Nat stood at the stove, a steaming pot of noodles in front of her while Steve was leaning against the counter, in the middle of telling some story about when he and Bucky were in Italy. And Bucky was at the table, beer in hand, smiling as he tried to dispute Steve on a few of the details in the story.

“Hey guys,” you mumbled as you walked into the kitchen towards the refrigerator to grab a beer. “That smells great, Nat.”

“Thanks,” she beamed, obviously proud of herself. Your roommate rarely did any cooking, and most of the time the two of you were ordering take-out or going to the nearest ‘pizza-by-the-slice’ joint. You knew this newfound love for cooking- she had even bought herself an apron- was to impress Steve. And it was cute, you couldn’t deny. “How was work?”

You nearly collapsed in the chair across from Bucky and kicked off your heels. His eyes were burning a hole into you, but you kept your gaze fixed in the direction of Natasha and Steve; not wanting to look at him, afraid of what would happen if you did.

“Today was rough since we have that audit coming up.” You replied before taking a swig of your beer. “It’s nice to be home.”

“Amen to that,” Steve declared as he held his bottle up in the air. 

You copied his movements and sat back in your chair with a sigh. The kitchen was filled with a comfortable silence, save for the sound of the water boiling in Nat’s pot. You ran a hand through your hair and finally looked up at Bucky who was glancing down at his phone. Your eyes skimmed over his features and you wondered how you had never noticed his freckles or the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled at something. 

How could you have never noticed that Bucky Barnes was beautiful?

“Buck, did you find something for this weekend?” Natasha asked, breaking the silence and your stare. 

“This weekend?” You questioned.

“Yeah, I thought it would be nice if we all went out and did something fun,” she replied. “You’ve been so busy lately, Y/N, and you told me that you didn’t have any plans this weekend, so I figured we’d go somewhere and let loose.” 

“Oh,” you said quietly.

“They’ve got a band playing at Josie’s on Saturday night,” Bucky informed, as he looked up from his phone and met your eyes for only a moment before you averted your gaze to look at Nat.

“I’m always down for Josie’s,” Steve stated.

“Yeah, Josie’s sounds good,” Natasha added. “Y/N, what do you think?”

“Sure, Josie’s it is!” You replied with a nervous grin.

Saturday night came way, too soon. Natasha had texted you that she and Steve were going to be running a little late coming from dinner and that they’d just meet you and Bucky at Josie’s soon. Your stomach churned at the thought of spending any time alone with him, but it quickly turned to butterflies as you opened the door and saw him sitting at the corner of the bar.

He looked good. The sleeves of his dark sweater pushed up his arms as he brought the beer bottle up to his lips and took a drink. He noticed you and waved as if you hadn’t immediately spotted him the moment you walked in. He was hard to miss, after all. 

“Hey,” he said as you reached the barstool next to him. “You want a beer?” You nodded and he motioned for the bartender to grab you a bottle. “Steve and Nat are going to be late.”

“Yeah, she texted me.” You told him. He nodded his head in reply and thanked the bartender when he placed the bottle of beer in front of you. “Thanks,” you told Bucky with a soft smile before pressing the bottle to your lips.

“You look nice tonight,” he mentioned and your cheeks began to blush.

“Thank you,” you replied. “So do you.”

“What?” Bucky’s face was shocked. “No smart ass remark?”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t start.”

The silence that fell over the two of you wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t comfortable either. It was unlike Bucky to compliment you, and you figured he was just doing it to be civil, but that didn’t stop your cheeks from forming a light blush. You kept your gaze downcast, checking your phone every few seconds out of boredom. Bucky absentmindedly drummed his fingers on the marble countertop to the beat of the song and you noticed just how nice his hands were. 

You talked about work, mostly. He asked about the audit, which you were surprised he remembered, and he boasted about his own work. The band started playing not long after that. They were good; a classic rock cover band that only played the hits. And for what seemed like the first time, you were actually enjoying spending time with Bucky Barnes. He had even asked if you wanted to move to the dance floor, and you did; dancing to song after song, drink after drink, you couldn’t remember the last time you had this much fun.

“Hey!” He called over the music. Bucky held up his phone to you, showing a text message thread from Steve, but at that point your vision was pretty blurry. “They aren’t coming.”

“Who needs them?” You replied with a smile. “You want another round?” 

“I got it,” he replied and turned to head back to the bar.

You placed a hand on his chest to stop him, “I got this one.”

Bucky smiled at you when you came back with two more shots of tequila. “Cheers to pleasant surprises,” he said as he held his shot glass up to yours.

“Pleasant surprises indeed,” you replied before you downed your shot.

You both laughed at each other’s faces after you downed the sour liquid and sat your empty glasses on a table nearby. The band finished their last song and announced that they were going to slow things down a bit. You could feel the alcohol swimming in your veins as couples gathered on the dance floor to dance to some, old slow song. 

Bucky held out his hand and you took it, not thinking twice about it. He pulled you in close to him, and you rested your head on his chest; eyes closing at the light scent of his cologne. You were thankful that Steve and Natasha didn’t show up; you weren’t sure how you and Bucky would have acted towards each other if they had. You could hear him humming along to the music and a smile made its way to your lips as you also began to sing along. 

Before you knew it, the whole dance floor was loudly- and drunkenly- belting out the lyrics during the song’s chorus. As the song began to fade, people began to move off of the dance floor while the band announced they were going to take a break. However, you and Bucky were still holding each other closely as the bar began to play their own music in the interim. You looked up at him from your place on his shoulder and he glanced downwards and smiled. 

“You want to get out of here?” He asked. His hands release their grip on your waste and you groaned inwardly. “I know a really awesome food truck that is stays open late, and cheese fries sound really good right about now.”

“I am not going to argue with that.” You said and reluctantly took a step back from him, knowing that it would be a good idea to eat something to hopefully save yourself the hangover that you knew you would have in the morning. 

Once you had both settled the tab, you stepped out of the bar and into the cool air of the city. The wind kicked up, causing your hair to fly around your face as you looked out at the glistening lights of New York City in the distance. You could see Bucky looking at you out of the corner of your eye, he smiled when you turned to him. 

It was quiet, save for the sounds of the streets, as you began walking along the sidewalk- side by side. Your arms brushed against the other every few seconds, and you began to relish in the warmth, even if it was only for a fleeting moment before he took another step. He broke the silence first, making a joke about Steve and Nat not showing up and you laughed. You were surprised by how easy it was to talk to him; opening up more and more, little by little. But then his fingers brushed against yours and you thought he was going to hold your hand. Suddenly, your story about falling out of the tree in Mrs. Johnson’s yard trying to rescue her cat was cut short, as your heart and stomach fluttered at the feeling. You glanced downwards wondering if he noticed your face blushing red, and bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to pull yourself together.  

“So did you rescue the cat, or not?” Bucky asked, stopping on the street corner. You stopped too and looked up at him. His lips were pulled into a ridiculously attractive grin, and it was hard not to form a smile of your own.

“Of course, I rescued the cat.” You said with pride, rolling your eyes at him. “Wait a second,” you looked around at your surroundings as you realized that you had no idea where you were. And Bucky’s food truck was no where in sight. “Where are we?” 

Bucky also looked around and chuckled. “Well, I thought the food truck was in this direction a few blocks down from the bar, but I am a little drunk and I may have been wrong.” 

You sighed jokingly and pulled out your phone, “I’ll call us a ride.” 

It didn’t take long for a cab to show up and the two of you slid into the backseat. You gave the driver the directions to your apartment and he pulled off, allowing a noticeable silence to take over. You looked over at Bucky who was glancing out the window, and when he turned his head in your direction, you quickly looked away, chewing on your lip. You kept your hands in your lap, mindlessly plucking at the hem of your blouse before sneaking another glance over at Bucky. His beautiful blue eyes were fixed on you, and you gave him a small smile. 

There was so much tension in the air, it was hard to breathe. You silently thanked God as the cab driver pulled up on the curb outside of your apartment so that you could open the door and get some fresh air. There was something about the way that he looked at you that was unlike anything you had every experienced before. You knew, just from that one look, that he felt the same- and you weren’t sure how to feel about that. 

“Thank you,” Bucky told the driver and passed him a tip. “Have a good night.” As the driver took off, Bucky turned to you. 

“Well this is me,” you told him with a smile. “I’d ask you if you wanted to come up, but who knows what Steve and Natasha are doing up there since they blew us off.” 

“Right,” Bucky laughed as he rocked back and forth on his heels. 

“I had a really nice time, though.” You told him, not wanting to discourage him. “Who knew you were such good company?” 

“There’s that smart ass remark I’ve been waiting for all night,” he laughed. 

“Don’t tell Steve and Nat, but I’m kind of glad that they didn’t show up.”

“Oh yeah?” He asked, taking a tiny step towards you. “Why’s that?” 

You also took a tiny step towards him and the gap between the two of you was closing inch by inch. “Because,” you managed to say whilst swallowing a lump in your throat. “I don’t think we would have had nearly as much fun as we did.”

“I’m glad you had a good time,” he said in what was barely a whisper as took the last step to close the space between you.

“Are you going to kiss me?” You asked.

“Do you want me to?” He replied, you could feel his breath. 

You nodded and Bucky closed what little gap there was left between your lips. The kiss was soft and warm, and everything that you expected- but better. You could still taste the tequila and lime on his tongue as you explored each other’s mouths, and you gripped on to his sweater, pulling him as close as you possibly could. It felt like a long time coming, like you had always wanted each other, but weren’t able to admit it to yourselves. It was as if a weight was lifted off your chest. 

And, quite literally, it was your dreams coming true. 

You pulled back and caught your breath, smiling like a fool. “I, uh- Before I end up saying something really stupid and ruining the moment, I’m going to go.” Bucky smiled and shook his head. “But, just know I had a really great time tonight. So thank you for that.” You said as you backed away, almost running into the door as you turned around. 

“I’ll see you later?” He asked as you pulled the door open and stepped inside.

“In your dreams, Barnes!” You replied, turning back around only to stick your tongue out at him and then disappear up the staircase. 

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How Far Is Too Far? (Loki x Protective!Reader)

Summary: After moving into the Avengers compound, reader had adjusted to the joking tones of their fellow members. When Loki moves into the building, the teasing from Tony strikes a nerve with the reader.

Word Count: 2059 Words

After living in the Avengers compound since the New York attack, you've watched your teammates insult each other jokingly. Steve would throw jabs at Natasha and Bucky during workouts, Sam would join in and get dragged into a big, playful tussle. Even though you sat on the sidelines with Wanda, you still enjoyed watching them pick on each other. You could easily say you have adjusted to each team members tone to identify when they were messing around. 

When Thor brought his mischievous brother to live amongst you all, the humor laced tones diminished into bitterness whenever he was present. Tony seemed to be the only one who would acknowledge his presence with crude words while the others gave each other knowing looks. You lost track of how many insults that man could throw at Loki throughout the day. You were beginning to think that was all Tony could do to keep himself entertained. While you weren't entirely sure, whenever a harsh jab got spouted in the god's direction, a flicker of hurt crossed his eyes before they returned to their cold appearance. This, of course, worried you since Loki was apart of the team now and deserved the same respect everyone else got. Everyone had warmed up to the idea of him being there after he had proved himself worthy in combat, but Tony was still on the fence.

After returning from a mission, you'd stumbled upon Tony in his workshop talking to himself as he tweaked his suit. If no one else was going to confront Tony about his snide comments, you were. You had seen a completely different side to Loki today when retrieving information. It was almost like he started to trust you guys and they trusted him. Taking a deep breath, you slowly pushed up the workshop door and waited for Tony to acknowledge your presence. When he finally looked up, he gave you a pleased smile before returning to working on his suit.

"Hey kid, how'd the mission go?" Tony grunted as he reached deep into the suit to grab a tool he'd dropped. 

"It went very well. I think Loki's actually starting to trust us." Responding with a hopeful voice, you turned to look for a seat just in case this conversation got lengthy. Tony's face appeared above the suit, eyebrows furrowed at your statement.

"Listen, Y/N. Don't go relying on Mr. Freeze. He trusts no one, but himself." He pointed his wrench at you as if he was scolding you with his finger before turning to find the tool he really needed. A tense silence brushed over you at his words, the only sound being Tony's tools clanging together kept your focus. Briskly standing up, you pushed in your seat. If he was to play that card, let him. I'm not going to stand for it.

"Tony, you seem to be the only asshole here that believes that. I don't understand why you can't just accept that Loki is here to change, not create conflict." You looked at the man across from you, who was clearly taken aback. The silence motivated you to go on.

"The amount of times that man as saved your ass, Stark. You owe him a bit of courtesy as he holds a position on this damn team. How far is too far?" Feeling anger bubbling throughout your body, you reached out and shoved your palm against the counter next to you, taking deep breaths. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Tony nodding in agreement, going to open his mouth to respond when someone cut him off.

"And I don't need a pitiful excuse of a Midgardian to stick up for me. Maybe you should keep your nose out of other people's businesses." Loki's cold, irritated voice rang out from behind the both of you. Tony only looked at you ask you turned around to face the God of Mischief. You felt the anger dissipate as your fiery determination left your eyes. Loki's cold demeanor seemed to of softened as he realized that he had hurt you. Regretting his words, he tried to muster up the courage to reach out to you, but you backed away from him. Diverting your eyes, you straightened up your posture and nodded in response to his words.

"That's fine by me." You gritted your teeth as you rushed out there, bumping into the god's shoulder as you rushed out of there as quickly as possible. You didn't mean to of upset Loki by any means, you were just tired of Tony walking all over him like he was a rug that no one liked. Once out into the corridor, tears seemed to brim your eyes as you briskly walked to your room, picking up pace every second you could. When you reached the floor you ironically shared with Loki, you almost collapsed in the living room. Any other time, those words would've never fazed you. Hell, they would've make you smirk in response to his cruel statement. But this time? This time it was different. It didn't take you long to realize you had developed feelings for the god, but you were afraid to reveal them. What if he judged you for falling for him? Gathering your emotions, you stumble up the stairs to your room. The quicker you could get up to your room, the less of a risk of Loki coming up and seeing you.

"God, why does this hurt so much?" Your strained voice cracked as your back hit your door, sliding quickly down it. Quite sobs racked your body as the tears just kept pouring down your face and your body curled up into an upright fatal position. Your self-loathing thoughts swam around your head faster than you could get the chance to process them as you rocked yourself. The thoughts soon laced themselves together, making you fall into a mindless fog. You tried to stop sobbing, trying to regain control over your breathing as tears slowly made their way down your flushed cheeks. Your ragged breaths seem to drown out the sudden knock at your door. After a couple minutes, the door suddenly swung outward, reminding you that you still had to convince Clint to come fix your door. Your body fell back onto the floor against someone's shoes. Realizing you didn't lock your door, you looked up into the soft, concerned eyes of the guy you were just trying to defend. Sniffling, your hands shot up and pressed against your tear streaked cheeks, quickly wiping your face so tears weren't present. After a couple seconds, you scrambled to your feet, quickly walking into your room to avoid any violent confrontation with him.

Blowing your nose, you heard your door close. Thank the Gods, I'm alone now. You thought as you sighed raggedly before turning around into the firm chest of Loki. The sudden impact didn't make him budge, but it made you try to back away to give him space. Instead he gently grabbed you and pulled you back in, wrapping his arms tightly around your frame. You tensed at the sudden contact, frozen in place. Loki's hands started rubbing circles on your midsection, hoping it would ease you into the hug. Minutes passed before you finally relented and tightly wrapped your arms around his torso as if your life depended on it. The movement caused a low chuckle to emit from the man holding you, the sound's rumble against you caused you to shiver. Comfortable silence fell upon you two as you both embraced each other.

"So," Loki's now soft and sincere sounding broke the silence. "Why are you in here crying?" He asked, but you knew he already had a good idea of why you were in here crying. He just needed clarification. Do I really want to give him that? You questioned yourself as you swallowed the lump in your throat.

"None of your business, Frosty" you muttered, adding the nickname to try to lighten the mood as you shoved your face into his chest. A disappointed sigh escaped his lips as he pried you away from his body, far enough for him to try to look you in the eye. Except you just looked away from him, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. He watched your eyes flicker to different objects lying in your room as you tried to find something to focus on.

"Y/N" He spoke, expecting you to respond with a glance.

"Love?"

"Darling?"

"Sweetheart?" He stopped, trying to think of a nickname that would bring you to look at him.

"Angel?" Loki tried to lace the name with as much love and care as he could, move his head to try to meet your eyes. Even though the room was dark, he was able to subtly see your flushed cheeks grow red at the nickname as your eyes slowly met his. Giving a small, victorious smile, he decided to go on.

"It's my business if you're crying because of me." He stated, making it clear that it wasn't up for debate. You nervously took your bottom lip into your mouth, chewing on it as you thought about what you wanted to say to him. His eyes pierced right through you, expecting an answer. Sighing, you threw yourself  down onto your bed, shoving your face into your hands, rubbing them down it before resting your chin on your palms.

"I just...got tired of seeing Tony insult you like that. I've watched your expression long enough to know that his words hurt you, and I thought I could get through to him. I didn't mean to overstep my boundaries." You paused as he sat down beside you, scooting over so your knees were touching.

"Loki, I care about you. Hell, I'd do anything to prevent any pain that comes to you. I lo-I like you too much. I'm sorry." You looked up at his face that held no expression, hoping he didn't catch your slip. When he didn't respond for a couple minutes, you diverted your eyes to the ground. You examined a piece of paper you must've dropped. Sighing, you dropped your hands and went to to grab the paper off the ground. An icy hand reached up and grabbed your wrist, causing you to quickly look back to Loki. Meeting his eyes, a ghost of a smile played on his lips as mischief filled his eyes. Narrowing your eyes, you went to pull away as he pulled you towards him, adjusting so he was laying backwards. He pulled you on top of him, smiling up at you.

"I.. appreciate that you love me enough to stand up for me. It's really touching." You felt your cheeks heat up again at his words, frowning at the fact he caught your slip. He noticed the frown and moved a piece of hair behind your ear. You looked him directly in the eye, breath hitching as the gesture got very intimate for you.

"And I would do the same for you. Not because I'm your teammate, but because I can't lose you. For Norns sake, not you. I've lost so many people I care for. I love and care you too much. I can't even put what I feel for you into words, Angel." Loki sighed, closing his eyes as he tried to put together more words for you. He opened his eyes just to watch you, but you quickly brought his lips to yours, hoping the emotions you felt towards him transferred via the kiss. They must've as you felt him smile widely into the kiss, moving his hands to the back of your neck to pull you closer. After several minutes, you had to pull back for air, watching Loki's eyes flutter open. He smiled at you, running his hands through your hair.

"So, I guess the feelings mutual, huh?" You joked, grinning at Loki. Growling, he rolled you over and pinned you, leaning in to capture you into another kiss.

"I guess that also means you're mine" Loki stated as he pulled away from the kiss, voice laced with lust and possession. You laughed at the sudden possessiveness. Loki growled and quickly fucked his head against your throat, nipping your neck gently with his teeth. Breathing in sharply, you entangled your hands in his dark, silky hair.

"I guess so~"

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

Out Of Time ~ First Anniversary

OUT OF TIME MASTERLIST

The following is a one shot for my series, Out Of Time.

Word Count: 2,170ish

Requests: First: Can I get one about Tony and Y/N’s anniversary? / Second: Also I want some Steve and Morgan time.Maybe a request where Steve take care of Morgan for one night and they find them sleep in the coach Morgan over Steve stomach 🥰 (that how I used to sleep with my lil cousin when he was a baby)

Warnings: mentions of sex

“Actually, uh, Tony, I don’t know.”

“Sweetheart, it’s for one night. Steve can handle Morgan, he’s done it before.”

“Yes, but not for longer than an hour or two.”

Tony understood why Y/N was so worried, this would be their first time being away from Morgan overnight. The couple had every right to be worried. But it was their first wedding anniversary tomorrow and Tony wanted to celebrate, just the two of them.

“Y/N,” Tony gently grabbed his wife’s waist and pulled her into him. He placed a soft kiss between her brows. “Steve is Captain America, he’s battled armies from outer space. I think he can handle his niece for a few hours.”

“I just… what if something happens? To her? To us?”

“You need to stop worrying so much. You’re going to over stress yourself and that’s not good for your brain. It’s still recovering.”

“I know. But—“

“No, no, no, no, no.” He shook his head. “No more buts. We are leaving for the night. That’s final.”

Y/N huffed and walked away, heading to the nursery. She wasn’t happy about leaving Morgan, even if it was with her own brother. Slipping into the room, Y/N smiled when she noticed that Morgan was wide awake in her crib.

“What you doing up, baby-girl?” Y/N teased in her baby voice as she leaned over to pick up her daughter. The girl babbled. “That’s right, your dad is being mean to mom.” She pressed a kiss to the child’s nose as she bounced her up and down. “He wants to take me away for the night. What do you think about that?”

Morgan babbled some more as Tony came and leaned in the doorway.

“Oh, you agree with mommy?” Y/N pretended to understand her daughter.

“Y/N—“

“That’s daddy’s being really mean by trying to take me away from you.” She pouted and looked at Tony.

“Nu-uh,” Tony shook his head, coming further into the room. “That’s not going to work. We’re going. Morgan and Steve will be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her from the side and pressed a kiss above her ear. “We need this,” he whispered. Tony began leaving slow, wet kisses down her neck. “You know you want this.”

“Tony…”

“We haven’t had time for us in too long.”

“Tony, please… our daughter is in my arms.”

Tony smirked against her neck and made his way back up to her ear, lips playfully brushing against it. “And that’s why Steve’s coming to watch her.” His breath goose bumped her skin, causing her to shiver slightly. They both noticed, his smirk grew. “I’m going to go finish packing for the two of us.”

“Tony…” 

Y/N gritted her teeth together, trying to hold herself with her daughter in her arms. Tony couldn’t get that smug look off his face as she waltzed away. How she hated how easily he could turn her on, and how he knew it. Y/N also hated how right her husband was. They did need to spend some time alone together.

~~~

“Where’s my favorite niece?” Steve asked as the came into the cabin.

Y/N laughed. “She’s your only niece,” she responded. She was on the couch as Morgan played on the floor.

“Doesn’t make her any less my favorite.” Steve set his things down and came around the couch. He pressed a kiss to Y/N’s head before sitting down by Morgan. “Hey Mo.” The little girl clapped as Steve picked her up and held her in the air. “Did you miss your Uncle Steve?”

“You were literally here yesterday.”

“Doesn’t matter. Where’s Tony?”

“Finishing up the packing.”

“How are you?”

“I don’t want to leave her. Even if it’s with you. Sorry, Stevie.”

“No, I get it. She’s your daughter and you’ve never been apart before. It can be nerve-racking. But we’ll be fine.”

“Doesn’t make me feel any better.”

Steve got up, Morgan still in his arms, and came to sit next to Y/N. “We’ll be fine, won’t we Mo?” Steve suddenly changed his voice, trying to sound like a baby. “Of course, mommy! Go and relax with daddy!”

“Please don’t do that,” Y/N cringed, shaking her head.

“Honey!” Tony called, coming down the stairs with the bags. “Are you ready?”

“No.” 

“Begin your good-byes. I’m running the bags to the car before I come back for you.” He opened the front door. “Oh, and hi Rogers.”

“Stark,” Steve gave a nod.

“Okay, give me her,” Y/N requested, holding out her hands towards her daughter. Steve handed Morgan over. “Your momma loves you, okay?” She mumbled as she held the little girl close. “No matter if your dad takes me away or not.”

“You know she doesn’t know what’s happening, right?”

“And that’s why I can’t leave her. What if she thinks we aren’t coming back? What if she forgets about us? What if something happens and I forget about her? What if—“

“Okay, okay,” Steve put his hands on his sisters shoulders. “You’re spiraling. Calm down. Nothing will happen… all of us will be fine.”

“You don’t know that!” Y/N stood up swiftly, freaking Morgan out. The baby began crying loudly. “Oh, no… ssshhh, I’m sorry, honey. Mommy didn’t mean to be so loud.” Y/N started walking around, bouncing her daughter up and down. “Sssshhh. You’re okay, you’re okay.”

“What did Rogers do now?” Tony said, coming into the living room.

“It wasn’t me!” Steve said, holding his hands up. “Y/N was freaking out.”

“Of course she was,” Tony sighed. “Honey, we’ve got to go, or we’ll miss our reservations.”

“No!” Y/N responded, holding Morgan closer while still trying to calm her. “I can’t leave her now.”

“She’s be fine. Steve’s got her and I have Natasha on stand by.”

“Hey!” Steve exclaimed, standing to join them. “I can handle twelve hours with my niece without Romanoff getting involved.”

“Of course you can, Cap. It’s just a precaution. Now, Y/N, hand Morgan to Steve.”

“No,” she shook her head, stepping back from the men. “I can’t do this.”

“Yes you can, sweetheart. Just hand her over.”

“I’m not ready.”

“Okay, Steve, grab Morgan, I’ll grab Y/N.”

Swiftly, the men took their targets. Freaked out, Morgan began crying. Y/N fought against Tony as he threw her over his shoulder. She kicked him and hit at him as Tony began carrying her away.

“We love you, Morgan!” Tony said. “Be good!”

Tony shut the door and hurried to the car. He set Y/N in the back seat before having FRIDAY lock the car to prevent Y/N from getting out. Tony quickly got into the driver’s seat and headed off. 

“I hate you,” Y/N pouted from the back.

“No you don’t,” Tony responded.

~~~

“Stop fidgeting with the phone, Y/N/N, and enjoy the dinner,” Tony reprimanded. “Steve and Morgan are fine.”

“How do you know that?” Y/N responded.

“Because FRIDAY would inform us if they weren’t.”

She sighed. “I guess you’re right… I think… I think it’s not just leaving Morgan that’s got me like this.”

Tony leaned closer, taking Y/N’s hand. “What’s going on, honey? Talk to me.”

“What if… well… we haven’t, uh, ‘done it’ since our wedding night. And I, well… I’m scared. What if it triggers something? What if I can’t even enjoy it?”

Without letting go of Y/N’s hand, Tony stood up and walked around to her. He gently tugged her to stand and set his hands on her waist, holding her close. His thumbs rubbed against her dress as he pressed his lips to hers and begged further entrance into her mouth with his tongue. Y/N responded willingly, letting him in eagerly and wrapping her arms around his neck. When they pulled away for air, they didn’t pull too far. There foreheads resting against each other.

“How did that make you feel?” Tony whispered.

“Like I was catching on fire,” Y/N responded with a slight giggle. “But, in a good way.”

“Good,” he smirked, bringing her into another heated kiss. “How about that one?” All Y/N could do was nod, too caught up in the passion of it all. Tony chuckled. “We’ll take it one step at a time, okay? And the moment you feel uncomfortable or that something is wrong, you let me know and we’ll stop. I’ll be completely content just holding you in my arms all night.”

“You’re too good to me.” This time, she pulled him in for a kiss. “I love you.”

“Not as much as I love you.”

~~~

“Come on, Morgan,” Steve pleaded. “Just let me lay you down.” 

He was dishelved. Hair poking out in every direction, stains on his shirt. After Y/N and Tony had left, it took Steve a while to get Morgan to calm down. He eventually did and got her to eat. It was good but not for very long. Morgan soon got tired and cranky, clearly wanting her parents. She whined and cried and threw anything Steve handed her at him. 

It had been hours and nothing was working. In fact, she was somehow getting worse. He was currently in her room, rocking her as he paced around. Trying to get her to calm.

“Mo, I’m not asking for much,” Steve continued. “I’m just asking for you to sleep for an hour. You can do that for your Uncle Steve, right?” Morgan cried louder. “Oh, come on. I’m already struggling to stay on your parents good side, especially your fathers, don’t make them regret this. I want to be able to keep seeing you.”

Steve kept pacing, bouncing his niece slightly. Eventually, she calmed. But as soon as he tired to put her down again, Morgan began fussing. It wasn’t long later when Steve decided to stop trying. He made his way into the living room and turned on a movie. He laid Morgan on his chest, where she quickly fell asleep. Too afraid to move her too soon, Steve left her that way, planning on putting her to bed once the movie was over. But before he could, he fell asleep on the couch, on arm securely around his niece.

~~~

“That was…” Y/N panted, laying tangled in the sheets of the hotel bed with Tony.

“Absolutely mind-blowing?” Tony finished. “The best sex we’ve ever had?”

Y/N laughed. “Something like that.” Their legs were wrapped in each other and Y/N’s head was resting on Tony’s bare chest, a hand rubbing the old reactor scar. “Though… there was that time on the island… in between my SHIELD missions.”

“Or the night Morgan was created.”

“That too.”

“Now that I’m thinking about it, I don’t think we’ve ever had a bad night.”

“Now don’t get too cocky there, Mr. Stark. You’re getting up there in age and you know how things began to get. Things stop—“

“Don’t you dare go any further! I don’t like you insinuating that I’m getting old and that I will stop functioning. I’m Iron Man.”

“I’m sorry, Iron Man, but that doesn’t do anything for the natural aging process.”

“You think?”

“I know.”

Tony quickly moved on top of Y/N. “I’ll show you, Mrs. Stark. The aging process has nothing on me.”

~~~

“Thank you, Tony. Last night was wonderful,” Y/N said as the couple headed towards their house.

“You’re welcome, darling,” he responded. “We should definitely do it more often.”

“Only if Morgan and Steve have survived.”

“Of course.”

“Do you think they’re okay?”

“We didn’t hear anything, so I’m sure they’re perfectly fine.”

Tony unlocked the door and held Y/N’s hand as he led her into the house. They set their bags down and looked around. There was no sign that Steve was up yet, which surprised them. Quietly, as to not wake Morgan, the two walked into the living room. They both froze at the sight they walked into on the couch. 

Steve was passed out, one arm hanging off the couch with the other securing Morgan to his chest. Morgan was sleeping soundly. Y/N quickly got her phone out and snapped a couple photos.

“I think they did fine,” Tony whispered, pulling Y/N in and kissing her temple. “I think we may even have time for another round if we hurry to the bed room.”

“Don’t you dare think about it, Stark,” Steve grumbled. “First, I don’t want to be here when you and my sister… well, fondue… and second, if you wake up Morgan, we will have another civil war on our hands.”

Y/N giggled. “I’m sorry, Steve,” she apologized. “I can take her—“

“Like I said, another civil war. Just stay away and stay quiet.”

The couple stifled laughs as they nodded and walked away.

“Do you think he’ll ever watch for us again?” Tony asked.

“Not a chance.”

[echo-hiraeth]

Chapter 1: Noise

Part of the “Illicit Limerence” series.

Pairing: Javier Peña (towards the end of season one) x F!Reader

Summary: The reader and Javier find themselves in his bed more and more often, but when the reader decides to confront her emotions and put a halt to their meetings, everything seems to just go more and more south.

Warnings: swearing, violence, mention of vomiting and sickness, angst, smut 18+

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“Leaving so soon?”, he questioned, sheets barely covering his naked figure.

You looked over your shoulder as you zipped up your pencil skirt. “I’d rather not have Murphy see me walk out of here”, you muttered, stuffing your blouse into the waistband.

He chuckled lowly, sitting up to press a series of kisses to the back of your neck. “Murphy is a blind hillbilly, princesa, just stay a little while longer”, he cooed, gently sucking on the sensitive skin of your throat.

Despite wanting to give in to his sweet promises and lustful words, you knew better. This was just the type of man he was, purely driven by sex and his own libido. So you took a deep breath and shied away from his sinful touches. “I’ll see you at the office Peña”, you sighed, gathering your purse from the floor and heading for the front door.

You could hear him mumbling something and getting up, his heavy footsteps trailing after you until you ultimately pulled the door shut behind you, catching a glimpse of him. For two months now you’d been sleeping together, two blissfully delicious months wrapped up in Javier’s arms. But it was wrong, so fucking wrong in so many different ways. The two of you were partners for fuck’s sake and if the embassy would find out, Messina would have your heads. And then there was Steve, sweet agent Murphy, one of your closest friends ever since the academy, who begged and pleaded for you not to engage with his partner, for fear that he would win you over, which is – of course – exactly what happened. But it was just sex – right? Yes, just pure physical relief, a man and a woman just fucking the pains of their job away, nothing else. At least that was what you were trying to convince yourself of, Javier Peña was a registered asshole and heartbreaker, but you’d come to know him for his softer interior, his caring side.

The walk of shame from his apartment to your car was one you knew quite well at this point, hair dishevelled, panties either soaked or gone and feelings just an utter complicated mess. You just prayed that nobody would ever see you, the impending shame of being known as one of his many hook-ups just anxiety-inducing by itself. So your drive home was filled with silent music and regret, as per usual.

A short three hour nap and a quick shower were all you could afford on these kind of nights, knowing fully well you had to show up to work the next morning, early and bright. It was getting more and more difficult for you to keep seeing him and you knew you couldn’t keep seeing him. While you were showering you thought of how you could tell him, but nothing seemed good enough and it led to what you could only identify as a nauseating feeling in your lower gut.

This was going to be a long day.

 “Mornin’”, Steve smiled at you, setting a cup of coffee and a sandwich down in front of you.

You felt your stomach turn and swiftly slid the coffee away from you. “What have you got for me today Murph?”

“Aha, a day out in the field”, he announced, sipping from the mug you’d rejected. “A stake out for the three of us and later on a meetup with Carillo and his men.”

Steve chuckled as you chowed down on the sandwich, as if you’d been starved for days. You didn’t even bother to swallow your bite as you spoke: “Mm-where’s Peña?”

Your friend shook his head slowly, wiping some sauce from the corner of your mouth. “Probably still busy with last night’s girl.” You choked, Steve quickly moving to pat you on the back. “Slow down partner, there’s plenty more in the kitchen.”

As you swallowed the last bit of your breakfast Javier walked into the small office space, mumbling something to Steve before plopping down in his chair, lazily lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. You quickly got up off your chair, not wanting to face him right now and muttered something about getting another sandwich.

The short walk to the office kitchen had managed to ease your nerves the slightest bit, just enough for you to walk back with your head held up high and pretend as if nothing was the matter. By the time you came back Steve had filled Javi in and the two of them stood there waiting for you with their jackets on.

A few minutes later you were sat in the backseat of the SUV, directly behind Steve as you read over some reports, Javier’s eyes catching yours in the rear view mirror every so often. You cursed the Colombian roads, feeling more and more sick with every bump the car hit. When the car finally came to a halt you let out a sigh of relief, your forehead glistening with sweat. Steve threw you a worried look, quirking his eyebrow as if to ask you if you were alright. You quickly nodded and smiled, assuring him you were okay, before stepping out of the vehicle to stretch your legs.

“Y/n”, an all-too-familiar voice sounded, a hand finding its way onto your shoulder, “is everything alright?”

You shrugged his hand off of you, crossing your arms over your chest you sighed: “I’m fine Javier. Let’s get back in the car, Pablo’s rats should be here soon.”

“Did something happen last night? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“We need to stop seeing each other, I can’t do this anymore”, you let out in one breath, voice surprisingly calm.

He shuffled on his feet, hands resting on his hips as he gaped at you. “I’m not sure I understand, did I say something wrong?”

You scoffed before spinning on your heels, quickly walking back over to the car. There was no way you were giving him the option to get you alone again today, the awkwardness of it all just too much. So you joined Steve in the front seat, eyes burning with the effort of trying to contain your emotions.

It was safe to say that this particular stake out and day in general was the worst you’d had the displeasure of experiencing while being in Colombia. You could feel his eyes on you the entire time and when you told Steve you weren’t feeling well and went home early, it had taken everything within him not to follow you right there and then.

As soon as the door of your tiny apartment fell into the lock you broke down into tears, feeling completely overwhelmed. This had hit you harder than you liked to admit, coming to realise that your feelings towards the cold man were more severe than you’d expected. Work was going to be nothing short of awkward and emotionally draining but you’d rather spend your time avoiding Javier there, then just thinking and overthinking in bed or on the couch. You’d decided to give yourself the leeway to get over yourself, calling in sick for the next four days, until the weekend. It wasn’t entirely untrue, you experienced some odd nausea and intense headaches, making you stay away from any and all liquor, an otherwise very efficient yet unhealthy coping mechanism.

Everything had been calm aside from Steve and Connie calling in every so often to check up. You’d lied to them about having a really bad cold, spiking fever, that kind of thing and had advised them to stay faaaar away. It wasn’t until Saturday night, when you heard a knock at your door that you were disrupted from your repose. Assuming it to be one of the two or maybe that one neighbour that always needed something you opened up the door without checking.

When your eyes met Javier’s you sighed, going to close the door. He quickly jammed his foot between it, pushing it back open with his arm. “Can we just fucking talk?”, he asked, clearly annoyed with your attitude towards the entire situation.

“Fine, ten minutes, nothing more, I want to go to bed”, you said with an unsteady voice.

He let himself in, wrapping his arms around you when the door closed shut. “Preciosa, I miss you..”

You pressed your nose into the collar of his shirt, indulging in the hypnotising scent of his cologne and cigarettes. “I-I do too, but this- we can’t Javi..”

“And why not, nobody has to know hermosa, it could just be you and me”, he purred, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your jaw. You let out a soft sob, making him stop abruptly. “What’s wrong, are you hurt?”

“Please just leave Javi, don’t make it more difficult then it already is”, you pleaded quietly, averting his worried eyes.

Javier’s face was contorted with frustration, he was upset with himself for hurting you like this. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll leave.” He pressed a gentle, loving kiss to your lips, nose softly rubbing against yours.

You eagerly kissed him back, the tears streaming down your face. Your hands soon found their way to their jacket, in an attempt to slide it off of his broad shoulders. He quickly grabbed onto your wrists stopping you. “Let me take care of you, por favor.”

A shy and hesitant nod was all he needed before you were led into your bedroom. He gently stripped you of your clothes, kissing every new exposed body part before moving on to the next. The sheer tenderness in his touches and words set your afire with unspoken love and need. Your fingers made quick work of his belt and buttons, haphazardly shoving his dark jeans down his thighs. Javier grunted as he picked you up, tossing you onto the bed, face down, tonight wasn’t about romance, it was about release, catharsis.

He grabbed onto your hips, perking your ass up, giving him easy access. Mesmerized as per usual, he watched the way your back curved when he lined himself up, a small gasp finding its way out of your throat when he teasingly rubbed the head against your clit. He stuttered out something along the lines of an apology before harshly thrusting into you, showing absolutely no mercy as he bottomed himself out. Your response consisted of a high pitched cry and obnoxious breathing, the pain and pleasure merging, making your mind go completely blank.

His fingers squeezed the supple flesh of your round hips, making him groan even louder, your body’s reactions to him turning him on all the more. The sheer force of his strokes told you everything you needed to know, he was livid. Javier was outraged about a plethora of things, the cartel, his actions, his lack of words but most of all you. Fuck – it wasn’t supposed to end like this, you were just another body to him, that’s what you were supposed to be, but he found himself concerned for you, he found himself wanting to check up on you, and something about that set him off. You’d promised him relief and all you ended up being was more trouble, more noise in his head. So, he’d wanted to take it out on you and that was exactly what he was doing.

The sound of his hips smacking against yours was therapeutic, your moans and mewls the ego boost he’d needed. With another hard thrusts he suddenly pulled out, jerking himself off as he came all over your lower back. He closed his eyes, catching his breath, before looking at you, panting on the bed, face hidden within the safety of your pillow. Good.

He quickly hoisted his jeans back up and fastened the button before throwing his shirt over his head. The man didn’t even bother to look at you as he threw a towel at you, ordering you to clean yourself up. You were right, you couldn’t do this anymore, tonight had been the last time, a goodbye. All he could think about as you sat there, breasts heaving up and down in time with your sobs, was how much he hated himself. He figured he was doing you a favour by distancing himself, but really it was a selfish thing, the cold and closed-off agent had vowed long ago that lovers and friends were just more loose ends for the cartel to catch onto, and he would never forgive himself if somebody would be hurt – even killed – in his name.

“You’re a monster”, you spat out, using the filthy towel to cover your body.

“I’m aware”, he replied lacing his shoes.

You disappeared into your bathroom, creating the necessary distance between the two of you, as you cried your eyes out. The need to hold and comfort you was there, but deep inside he knew that it – he would never be enough. So he left, the sounds of your sobs and sniffles ringing in his ears.

You spent the rest of your weekend watching stupid telenovelas and binge-eating, your hunger and cravings seemingly insatiable. Well it wasn’t like Javier would be showing up anytime soon, so there was no reason why you couldn’t let go and indulge in some sugar and fat. Tomorrow you’d be going back to work and seeing his stupidly handsome face until the end of your shift. At this point you’d rather spend the day doing paperwork and get patronised and hit on by the stuck-up men at the office all day.

Despite only having to start at noon, work had never been more stressful. Your heart rate picking up more and more with every step towards the shared office space. You stopped breathing when you saw him sitting there, sucking on the end of his cigarette, comfortably reading over some document. Steve smiled at you, winking in the direction of your desk where he’d left you a lunch bag of some sorts. You opened the glass door and walked over to your desk, returning his smile before looking inside of the brown bag.

“Connie figured you’d want some good food”, he smirked, pointing at the baked goods.

You quietly chuckled, quickly reading over the note she’d left you. “I should get sick more often, Connie’s muffins are just fucking heaven.” You sank your teeth into the treat, humming at the taste, making Steve laugh boyishly.

“Well, I hope you enjoyed it, because today’s gonna be a long one partner.”

Steve hadn’t exaggerated, the first two hours of your workday were spent discussing and arguing with the officials about a plan of approach concerning the recent tragedy. One of Pablo’s men had bombed a commercial flight and the news had shaken the nation, leaving everyone astonished. The meeting had however been cut short by Carillo, informing you all that there was mention of new leads and potential arrests. Messina had excused the three of you and soon you were back in the car, only this time Steve was going along with Carillo, leaving you and Javi alone.

The vehicle was filled with unsaid words and a loaded tension as the two of you drove in silence. You looked out of your window trying to avoid Javier, but most of all, trying to deny the bile rising in your throat. The Columbian roads and heavy lunch hadn’t been the best combination and soon you gripped onto the handle of the door, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Pull over.”

He scoffed at you, shaking his head in disbelief. “We’re adults y/l/n surely you can-“

“I will fucking puke on you if you don’t”, you gritted out.

Your “threat” had come through to him, making him swerve the car to the side of the road, barely stopped before you stumbled out of the car, falling onto your knees as you emptied out your stomach. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to decide what to do until he finally got out of the car and stood beside you. His gaze was fixed in front of his as he held your ponytail back for you. By the time the puking had stopped long enough for you to take a decent breath you were a shaking and shivering mess. Javier gently helped you up, leaning you against the car as he grabbed something out of the trunk. He handed you a bottle of water and a shirt, which you used to wipe your sweaty forehead and eventually the corners of your mouth.

“You sick?”, he asked, looking you up and down.

You ran a shaky hand across your face, legs starting to give out from underneath you. Javier swiftly caught you, helping you onto the passenger’s seat. “I- just give me a minute”, you exhaled.

“I’m calling back-up, you need to get back to the office.”

“Javier please, I’m fine, I just ate something bad”, you interjected, leaning your heavy-head against the car seat’s headrest.

He sighed deeply before closing your door and getting in on the other side. The rest of the drive was equally silent as the first part had been, only now Javier’s gut was burning with worry and guilt. He tried to keep it cool as he snuck a peak at you every other minute, just wanting to make sure you were still alive and breathing. As you arrived at the meetup spot he slowly parked the car before looking at you. “I don’t want you in there when you’re like.. this.”

“Unfortunately”, you sassed while getting out of the car and grabbing a tactical vest from the trunk, “that’s not your call, agent Peña.”

You soon joined Steve and Carillo where they stood, fastening the various buckles and straps on your vest before slipping your gun into the pocket in the front. “Ah agent y/l/n, un placer verlo”, (a pleasure to see you) he smirked as he shook your hand.

“¿Cuál es el plan, Horacio? (What‘s the plan).

Steve jutted on his hip, his knowledge of Spanish, or lack thereof making him feel alienated from the conversation. “English fuckers.”

As the colonel filled you all in you felt Javier tug on your vest, making you lose your footing. “What the-“

“If you’re going to be an idiot and go in there then at least make sure your fucking vest is properly tied”, he sneered as he fastened another buckle.

One minute you were bickering with your ex-lover and the next you were creeping up an alleyway with him, approaching the backdoor of the building. Before you could get there the door swung open, a set of two narco-men storming out, wielding guns of their own. Alas, the chase had started, leaving you and your partner to run after them. The two of you split up as they entered another building, with you heading inside as well, carefully scouting the area for any one of them.

As you saw one of them hurrying towards the back entrance you ran after him, clearing the steps and almost losing your footing in your hurry. Javi was nowhere to be seen as you chased after the man, who disappeared into yet another building. You followed once more, creeping up the stairs with your weapon held high, ready to shoot on sight. It was quiet, the man seemingly vanished. When you heard a scream outside you whipped your head to the side, lowering your gun for just a second when the man came into view again, firing two rounds into your chest. Luckily your vest absorbed most of the damage, but the impact had you stumbling backwards, toppling out of the second story window, landing onto the hot concrete with a yelp of pain and a loud thud. Whether it was the pain or daylight blinding you, you hadn’t a clue, it really didn’t matter, because soon you were out cold in the middle of the street, causing a whole new commotion.

[neonponders]

I’m so sorry that I don’t remember who originally posted about Steve accidentally calling Billy, Daddy, and Billy - naturally - going feral for it.

But daydreaming about this helped me sleep so ~ enjoy! (If anyone knows the post I’m talking about, I’ll happily add a link to it in a reblog and the ao3 notes.)

Read on ao3 here.

Featuring reunion/aged up trope ~ (I didn’t really keep canon in mind for this, but if you want it to be post season 3, that’s fine.)

It’s a strange twilight zone, meeting someone again. Being complete strangers with a history.

Not the best history, either, so Steve just had to laugh to himself while he sat on Billy Hargrove’s couch. The guy looked up from the kitchen counter across the open floor plan. “What?”

And Steve might be internally combusting a bit-

A lot.

Because Billy’s hot. Like...Steve can actually appreciate it now. It’s not the first time he feels like a fool for being too slow. Billy was a looker in high school; easily one of the guys who completed puberty first and knew it. Made him an asshole for it. And people liked assholes.

Steve guessed he just didn’t do it right. Being the mean guy. But that was far behind them, now, and Billy’s late twenties were doing him favors.

Steve supposed if young, spry, Adonis Billy came with being a complete dick, then he could appreciatively leave him behind. Because Billy wasn’t a complete dick anymore. And the man strolling back across the room with a pair of whiskey sours was definitely, 100%, burning a hole through Steve’s jeans better than the show-off from high school ever did.

Steve reckoned Adonis never got laid nearly as much as Zeus or Poseidon anyway, which he only knew from Robin’s ramblings about her Greek theatre class. Steve earned a distinct wrinkling of her nose when he said, “Lettuce? Adonis is symbolized with lettuce? Yeah, no. Aphrodite, that cougar, fell for a twink while Daddy Poseidon was getting whoever he wanted with his beard and all.”

Robin had barked a laugh but chided, “Please don’t ever call Poseidon, “Daddy,” ever again. Oh my god.”

Joke’s on her, because now she referred to the gods and heroes by whatever name Steve gave them.

And the joke was on Steve. Because he was definitely the twink in this new situation he found himself in.

Billy had always been stacked. But the guy walking through the university gallery to make Steve’s heart stop beating in his chest was something else. He wasn’t even bigger, really. Something just...happened as soon as a person could see 30 closer than 20. Steve had first noticed it with Robin, because they spent the most time together. Obviously that crush had been snuffed out with her gentle coming-out to him years ago, but Steve still had eyes in his head. Robin aged really well. Steve had begun to wonder if he was aging nearly as gracefully.

Billy, that bastard, strolled right up to him with a freaking mustache of all things, invited them to lunch the next day - where he had switched to clean shaven - and now sat on his couch in his newly built apartment complex with a sweating, rattled Steve. He had neatly pulled him aside before the three of them parted the restaurant to invite Steve over for drinks that evening.

Steve was unprepared for the sculpted scruff on the man’s face now. He’d never seen a guy switch facial hair styles like he was changing shirts. Frankly, he didn’t know anybody who could just grow it that easily.

Steve gulped loudly around his whiskey sour.

It was Billy’s turn to laugh under his breath. “You okay? You never answered me.”

“Yeah,” Steve said, a little out of breath. “I’m just...reeling, here. I think the last conversation we had involved a fist fight.”

Billy laughed again and Steve’s eyes trailed over the shirt fitting perfectly around his built shoulders. Maybe Billy is bigger. In like a...domestic sort of way. Like he still had all his muscle but didn’t throw a fit over a bowl of pasta. Steve is still taller. Steve still had that, at least, but he sure felt like his second puberty hadn’t graced him yet.

Billy was talking. Pay attention, Steve.

Something about Robin. Steve replied, and hoped he was answering close to whatever Billy had said, “Robin teaches there and some of her students were in the exhibition. It’s an art nerd thing. Everybody’s involved, even if it’s not your subject.”

Steve couldn’t tell if the pause was Billy processing or if Steve had been completely off the mark. Deflect. Reroute! his brain told him, so he asked, “Did we ever ask how you knew about the gallery?”

“Max goes to school there.”

“Oh,” Steve chirped bluntly. “Small world.”

Billy hummed a sound low in his chest. Something vibrated inside Steve and he closed his eyes in a hard blink, grasping at flimsy straws for composure. Billy finished, “I was in the area. Definitely a pleasant surprise to see your familiar face.”

“My Lego head?” Steve gestured vaguely at himself. “I guess this block always did stand out.”

Billy huffed a surprised sound, like he hadn’t expected that, but he let it tumble into easy laughter. “You look good. I never saw you with short hair.”

His fingers pushed the arching swoop of Steve’s fringe behind his ear. The briefest touch across his temple finishing on his neck...

I’m going to have a heart attack.

“Thanks. That goes for the both of us.”

Just like he almost missed never snatching a chance with high school Billy, Steve only kinda missed never getting his hands on that mullet. Only to know how soft that hair actually was. Not like Billy needed it, of course. Truly absurd, how he rocked any hair situation on his head that wasn’t shaped like a Lego person’s.

Steve finished his whiskey in the next gulp.

He could feel Billy’s laser blue eyes notice this, and then he stood from the couch. “I’m getting us some waters.”

“Okay,” Steve chimed dumbly. Feeling dumb.

Jesus Christ, it’s Scoops all over again. You suck. You suck-

“Poseidon liked a twink too, you nimrod,” Robin had teased back. “His name was Anteros.”

“And he dies too, right?”

“Nope. He’s basically Poseidon’s husband and chauffeur.”

“Aw. Good for Daddy P.”

Billy returned. “Are you one of these people who likes seltzers?”

Steve blindly took the can while his thoughts slammed mutinously into, Daddy B. B is kinda cute. Shorter-

“Thanks-

Billy.

-daddy.”

Steve opened the can before it sank in what he’d just said. Carbonation gently kissed his skin as he held the can to his lips but didn’t drink. Some may or may not have landed in his lap before he lowered it to see Billy’s unreadable face.

“Oh my god.” Steve rushed to place the can on the coffee table and pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes.

“Did you...?”

“Don’t say it,” he pleaded, removing a hand as if to physically defend against the words in the air.

“Steve-”

His words came muffled from where he hid inside his hands. “Oh my god. I’m gonna throw up.”

He stood up - to go where, he didn’t really know. Probably best to just leave at this point. Way to choke. Way to absolutely choke, Harrington. You don’t even know if Billy’s bi and you just deep-dived into WEIRD-

“I’m really sorry,” he rushed as he stepped around the coffee table.

“Steve.” Billy gripped his arm and pulled right back onto the couch as if it were easy. Steve more than landed in his spot, he landed flush against Billy. His thigh felt Billy’s warmth, and his lips stayed parted to keep breathing when he realized how close their faces were. 

Billy this close was something else, and Steve didn’t have the brain power to navigate it.

“Say it again.”

So it took him a long minute to absorb that. Was he seeing stars? So much for breathing.

“Huh?”

Steve’s lashes sagged heavily over his eyes when Billy leaned tantalizingly close. Either of them could stick their tongues out and taste the other’s lips.

Don’t, he commanded his mutinous subconscious.

“Say it again, Steve.”

He wondered which was louder: his thunderous heart or the racket in his brain trying to turn rusty gears. He whispered against Billy’s skin, “I didn’t mean to say it.”

A hand, gentle but there, found Steve’s nape. “I’m telling you to say it on purpose.”

Was he making fun of him? Steve couldn’t tell. He hadn’t spent more than a handful of hours with him. But his voice made that thing in Steve’s body vibrate and his brain had officially declared itself a lost cause.

In for a penny, in for a pound. Steve closed the gap - tiny as it was - and involuntarily moaned at the softness of Billy’s lips. The hand on his nape tightened and another came to hold the front of his throat; not pressing against his windpipe, but Billy’s fingertips held Steve’s jaw in place and his palm surely felt the drumming of Steve’s heart.

Steve’s tongue couldn’t help itself. He touched the plush skin of Billy’s upper lip, ever so lightly-

Billy groaned, wanton and hungry as he pushed entirely into Steve’s personal space. The latter gasped at the sound, and then he really did see stars as Billy’s tongue fucked against his own. He tasted sour and sweet and the citrus mixed with Billy’s natural taste in such a way that Steve tilted his head for more, pushed right back into Billy’s space.

Steve’s body rotated enough that his knee bumped into Billy’s. Then Billy was gripping that joint hard enough to bruise so that he could pull Steve all the way around to straddle him. Steve clumsily climbed onto his lap, grateful for the influx of air as Billy planted wet kisses and pressed his tongue into Steve’s pulse. He didn’t really know what the boundaries were anymore. This was explosive and sudden and Steve sat, unsure, higher up on Billy’s thighs-

“Ahh!” he burst when Billy gripped his hips and yanked his pelvis flush against him. Steve’s moan clipped short into a small ache of pain. The way his jeans tightened with the stretch of his thighs crimped into his already throbbing erection.

Billy opened his jeans. Steve’s voice escaped with his gasp when the colder backs of his fingers touched his belly as he dipped into Steve’s underwear. He stood up on his knees to give Billy the room to free his erection, and Steve couldn’t help the moan that exhaled out of him when he sat back down, feeling Billy’s soft shirt against his red cockhead.

Steve shivered as Billy’s hands slid up and around his body, mapping out Steve’s topography and shoving his shirt as high as Steve’s collarbones. Steve felt like a lewd wet dream: an exposed, panting mess on Billy’s lap. His heart ricocheted around his ribs with the sharp tickle of stubble, and he whimpered as it scraped over his nipple and chest.

“Your shirt,” he heaved, knowing he was dripping precum. “Billy-”

“Call me what you did before.” He reached into the back of Steve’s jeans and gripped a handful of his ass that had Steve lurching forward and bucking into the softness of that shirt and tummy, the warmth of Billy’s body. Steve whined when Billy held him down, unable to move.

“Say it. Whatever you want. Just say it for me.”

Steve bought a little time by kissing him, hard. Hard enough to make Billy lie back into the couch, his head tilted up to moan into Steve’s mouth. Steve’s lips nuzzled the side of his lips and began an exploratory trail across Billy’s cheek and jaw, down to his throat.

“I just...wanna feel all of this on me. I wanna feel your beard so much I’ll still feel it tomorrow... Daddy.”

Steve’s voice pitched to the ceiling when a hand gripped his hair. Billy’s other hand released his ass cheek to push encouragingly on Steve’s lumbar the same time he drew Steve’s earlobe into his mouth. Steve gripped the couch upholstery behind Billy’s shoulders as he bucked against him, rutting like a teenager. Billy’s own jaw fell for his moan to escape when Steve’s ass and backs of his thighs moved over his own cock trapped in his pants.

Steve tried to slow down a little, to rub against him without making the fabric chaff. “Daddy, what do want?”

If he didn’t feel Billy’s heartbeat before, he sure as hell did now. Steve felt it against his hands as he sought to know the contours of Billy’s shoulders and chest. He watched Billy’s swallow through the gorgeous neck that lay open to him as Billy gazed up at him. One of his hands traced the gently twitching artery on the side. Steve began to pepper slow, audible kisses against his face. When he landed on Billy’s lips, Billy kissed back, and when he wandered all the way up to Billy’s temple, Billy let him. Only his hands moved sluggishly between Steve’s thighs and his waist, seeking skin underneath his shirt.

Steve came back down to whisper against Billy’s lips, “Daddy?”

It was a blur of movement punctuated by Steve’s surprised yelp of glee as Billy threw him onto his back on the couch. Billy kissed the laughter out of his flushed, red throat, growling in satisfaction at how those bubbles of mirth sank into breathy moans.

“I’ve wanted you for years, pretty boy.”

Steve’s brain didn’t absorb that so much as his body did. Pinballs of emotion and sensation darted to and from his groin. He lifted his leg to rest across the back of the couch and to give Billy access to whatever he wanted.

Strong hands moved carefully - fondly - over Steve’s thighs. A stuttering breath left him when Billy clutched the backs of his legs. A sweet ache to have the muscle squeezed there.

“Don’t hold back on me now, baby,” Billy taunted, pressing his hands into the couch on either side of Steve and aligning his bulge with Steve’s hole and undercarriage still inside his jeans. “Let me hear you.”

Steve’s other leg wrapped around him and he lifted his pelvis to grind against Billy’s front. Billy’s bravado melted into an anguished, blissed-out frown as he shut his eyes against the sensation. When he opened them, Steve held his cock in hand, pumping himself in time with his pelvis rolling up to meet Billy.

It was sloppy and desperate and Steve didn’t think he ever did this even as a teenager. It had all been a small town rush to get hands or mouths on skin and get rid of the stigmatizing V-card. Except when Steve was in love, and allowed to take his time...

Steve didn’t know if he was in love now. But as another wave of ticklish warmth darted through him, Steve laughed a little.

“What?” Billy asked, not unlike the first time.

“I just...I just like this, that’s all,” Steve admitted. “You feel good. You smell good. Ahh! I’m close.”

“Let me see you, baby. Let me taste the mess you make.”

That didn’t so much as nudge Steve off the cliff as it drop kicked him into his orgasm.

“Hahh! Daddy, I’m there! I’m there...”

The mind-halting knot of sensation burst inside him with a force that let Steve not even care that he craned his face toward the arm of the couch, moaning and splashing his hair over the upholstery like a romance novel cover.

He realized somewhere in the middle that Billy had grasped his cock and was the reason his climax kept going. Milking little dribbles of cum out of him. Steve hadn’t cum like this in years, and he lay riveted to Billy hastening his rhythm to chase his own cliff edge.

The furrowed brows of concentration on Billy’s face were wiped off by Steve gripping his shirt and yanking him down for Steve to taste him, to plunder his mouth and feel that soft material against his own bare, messy torso. 

Billy shuddered and pushed, pushed against Steve like he meant to bury his cockhead inside as he came. The visual sent an aching thrill into Steve’s core, knowing how Billy looked when he came and knowing that he’d cum inside. It made Steve eager to feel the pressure of his thrusts and the aftershocks when he pulled out to repeat it all again.

Steve had just cum like a seventeen year old and wanted to go all the way, with Billy’s hands all over his backside and his scruff against Steve’s ass cheeks-

Billy’s hand brushed over his hair and eased around to cradle his head. “What are you thinking behind those big eyes?”

Steve blinked drunkenly up at him even though it certainly wasn’t whiskey giving him this high. “My eyes?”

“Mmhm,” Billy hummed through lips pressing into a content smile. He hovered over his elbows, still framing Steve in but not crowding him. Fingertips pressed little swirls over his scalp, drifting around his ear. “I like your big, doe eyes.”

No one ever commented on his eyes. His hair, obviously. His butt. His shoulders. His moles. Billy gazed down at him, searching through Steve’s thoughts. The way he always had, really.

“Thinkin’ about you creaming me instead of your pants.”

Billy turned his head to the side so he didn’t laugh directly in Steve’s face. “Only if I’m not dreaming this time.”

This time.

God, Steve liked what that implied.

His arms came around Billy’s shoulders, loving the broadness and weight of the man on top of him. He kissed him softly, bumping his nose against Billy’s and eliciting a groan while Billy tilted his head and deepened the kiss.

“Again,” he begged through the kiss. “I want you again, Daddy.”

[tinyyoungblood]

strawberry afternoons | p.p

summary: making out on a picnic blanket with peter parker because it’s his birthday? heck yea. while the avengers and your dad are there? heck no. but you do it anyway.

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

word count: 1.5 k

warnings: fluff, sort of heated make-out sesh, overprotective tony, language

song: Watermelon Sugar by Harry Styles

a/n: in honor of sticky boy’s birthday!! enjoy x

masterlist 🍓

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The summer feeling was nothing compared to the warm sensation in your stomach when Peter’s arms slung around your waist. Breathing in his cologne and running your tongue over his bottom lip, it tasted like strawberries on a summer afternoon.

When the two of you ran out of air, you pulled back and opened your eyes to see his shining bright. The golden streaks of the setting sun were showcasing pools of honey in the most mesmerizing light. Naturally, your lips curved into a bright smile, mirroring his, while his gaze kept flicking down to your lips. They were plumper than usual due to the constant lip-lock, giving Peter a sense of pride and prompting him to lean forward to peck them once more. Since you were still smiling widely, he opted for soft-lipped kisses along the jawline and down your neck, relishing in the warmth of your skin.

You squealed when he started to suck at the skin on your neck. Leaning away, you eventually landed on your back with propped up elbows to keep your head up. You giggled at your boyfriend’s uncommon display of public affection, but at the same time, loving every second of the soft and breathy kisses.

It was his birthday, so you’d rather not ruin his quest to cover every inch of yours with kisses, however, you knew that if the right person were to find you both in this position, you’d be sent off to boarding school in the blink of an eye. So with gentle hands, you pushed his chest away and sat up on the picnic blanket.

Letting the last kiss linger a little longer on the corner of your lips, he pulled away with a big pout. Now it was your turn to give him a quick peck, conjuring a lopsided grin. You rolled your eyes and shuffled back to put some distance between the two of you, but the amused smile on your face immediately gave you away. Seeing how Peter’s grin turned into a smirk and his careful eyes were fixated on your face, you started to feel a pinch of heat in your cheeks and looked for a way to cover your flustered state.

Your gaze fell on the bowl of strawberries, quickly picking it up and biting into one, you unintentionally made it worse since your lips were now glistening under an endearing coat of luscious red, making Peter shamelessly stare at them. Holding the bowl up to your face, you looked him teasingly in the eye and shrugged innocently when he cocked a brow. His pupils dilated as he pulled your waist forward, dragging the blanket along.

Laying his hands over yours, he slowly lowered the bowl and set it aside on the grass while never breaking eye contact. “Don’t hide that pretty million-dollar smile of yours, babe.”

He inched forward, nose bumping, eyes still gazing into yours. “You’re intruding my personal bubble, babe,” you mocked but swiftly lowered your voice, “Don’t want things to escalate out here, do we?”

Peter picked up on the familiar glow in your eyes and drew his bottom lip between his teeth to keep the growl from slipping out. Enjoying the effect you had on him, you gave him that million-dollar smile he always gushed about.

His heart melted right then and there, and it undoubtedly felt like a once-in-a-lifetime moment that called him to propose to you, disregarding the high chance that you would probably smack him upside the head. He leaned closer and brushed his lips delicately against yours, softly, and only enough to inhale your breath when he suddenly got disrupted by an all too familiar voice from the other side of the field.

“Hey, lovebirds! Stop sucking each other’s faces and get over here. We need another player.”

Sam held the football up in the air, but the two of you didn’t even bother to pull apart. “Ask Steve!” you waved him off and your boyfriend’s dreamy eyes twinkled with amusement.

Turning around to Bucky and Bruce, Sam stuck a finger into his mouth while sticking out his tongue. They only chuckled in return, used to the adoration that the inseparable teens had for each other. “Let them be. It’s the kid’s birthday,” Bucky reminded, but Sam grimaced.

“I actually wanted Y/n on my team. But even better.” He shrugged. “No greater thing than to gift Peter the joy of losing.”

Peter’s ears perked up at that comment and you looked at him quizzically as he snapped his brows together and shouted back, “Good thing you’re keeping that gift then.”

The other snickered at the boy’s comment, making Sam whip back around and cup his hands around his mouth. “Y/N! Tell your little shit of a boyfriend to come join us!”

Rolling your eyes, you lifted a brow at your boyfriend. “D’you want to?”

His nose crinkled. “Not really. I’d love to beat Bucky and Sam, but I’m not taking the risk of getting body slammed across New York by a Hulk.” You simply nodded and turned back to Sam.

“Ask Steve to play with you!”

“Old man’s reading his newspaper at the lake. Come on, Y/n!”

“Then go ask Nat!”

He snorted. “Yeah, right. I want to play football, not combat fight over a ball.”

“What about my dad?”

“Peeing.”

Neither of you bothered to answer and he groaned, frustrated. “Guys!”

“SHUT UP.” The two cut him a glare.

Defensively holding his hands up to his side, he rolled his eyes and walked backward to where the others were waiting, not without shouting, “Stark won’t be happy to see eight legs straddle his precious daughter, Parker!”

Watching his figure disappear, you turned your attention back to Peter who was already staring at you with a glimmer of mischief. Under his breath, lips hovering over yours, ever so slightly brushing, he said, “He won’t be any happier when he finds out what I have planned for that precious daughter of his later tonight.”

Your eyes widened and he simply smirked at you. After a silent moment of getting lost in each other’s eyes, Peter shrugged and an uncontrollable set of giggles bubbled over your lips as he suddenly tickled your side. In one swift motion, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, making you yelp before melting into his touch.

Sweetness was welcoming him and he hummed contently against your lips. “Strawberries,” he mumbled before letting his tongue slowly run across your bottom lip. With his hand on your back, he gently lowered you to the ground while his lips were seeking closeness and passionate union—the sharing of one breath.

His other hand ran up and down your leg, leaving a trail of goosebumps under his lingering touch. It didn’t matter that your dress rode up in the middle of a public park. Your hands were mindlessly running through his silky hair, and you knew you were forever lost in Peter. He groaned when you tucked a little harder and a smirk danced on the edge of your lips. You managed to pull back and catch his hungry gaze with a soft smile. “Happy Birthday, Spider-Boy.”

Before he could open his mouth, you quickly crashed your lips back on his, making him deepen the kiss and pressing your chest closer to his—chasing down the heat that laid within. Everything around you felt more intense as the enthralling sun rays danced across your skin, leaving a warm and fuzzy feeling all over your body. Peter was laying on his side, so when he was tried to lean over, get closer, position his leg in-between yours, a loud voice boomed across the park, practically chasing your soul out of earth’s orbit.

“LEGS OFF MY DAUGHTER, PARKER.”

Abruptly pulling back, his face paled and wide eyes flitted to yours while they burnt with fright. Your body was quickly left bare cold as Peter practically jumped off you like a dodge ball.

Stomping across the grass, you could only remember the one time where your father had looked this furious. It was when Dum-E had accidentally knocked you off a table when you were 3.

Halting sharply in front of the bowl of strawberries, Peter gulped thickly and his eyes trailed from the strawberries up to your father’s piercing glare. He was towering above you, shielding the sun and boring daggers into your boyfriend’s poor, poor soul. Before you could speak up, he promptly lifted his finger.

You wanted to snarl, but his dark glower confirmed that he was definitely going to lock up you in a tower after blasting Peter through the ground if only one vowel were to leave your lips today. Holding his fiery cold stare in silence, Tony finally sighed and sharply folded his arms.

“That’s it. You’re getting a vasectomy. Consider it a birthday gift.”

Not waiting for an answer, he sharply turned on his heel and walked toward where the others were watching. Just as your boyfriend was about to respond weakly, Tony shouted over his shoulder, “AND NO REFUNDS.”

* * *

where i live, it’s not even his birthday anymore lol but that’s alright. stay sticky, hydrated, and have a nice day, guys! ♡

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[wiypt-writes]

Stark Spangled Banner

Ch 27- Slice Of Paradise

Summary: Katie and Steve head off on their honeymoon and Steve has a little surprise up his sleeve…

Warnings: Bad language, Smut! (NSFW, Under 18s) Bad Language words.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: The start of this has been reworked slightly, and I love the edit here. @angrybirdcr​ has caught the essence of them beautifully.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 26

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

 1st September 2015

Katie was warm, comfortable, satisfied when she woke. And she should be. The relationship between her and Steve had been passionate ever since they had started sleeping together but last night had been something else. They’d gone several rounds, five to be exact at various times through the night, Steve well and truly putting his super serum stamina to the test. Whenever she had so much as moved in bed or gotten up for the bathroom it seemed to be an invitation to Steve to help her get back to sleep using certain methods that most certainly would not be suitable to talk about in public. As such, Katie wasn’t entirely sure how much sleep she had actually gotten. With a monumental effort, she cracked one eye open to find their hotel bedroom light, but quiet…and then she remembered the wonderful day before. Smiling she stretched and turned over onto her stomach, the dull yet pleasant ache between her legs made her smirk slightly as her arms slid under the pillows. The heavy, but always ever so gentle arm that had been curled over her waist now softly readjusted itself to laying across the small of her back, the arm that belonged to her husband.

She ginned again, unable to stop herself.

“You’re mighty pleased about something.” A raspy voice murmured and she turned her head to the left to see Steve watching her through one sleep-bleary blue eye. As he watched, the grin spread further across her face, perfectly framed by her mass of wavy dark hair.

“Yeah, I can’t think what.” She wrinkled her nose playfully, as she felt his arm move and his fingertips began to tickle along the curve of her spine, up to the nape of her neck and back down. She closed her eyes again, enjoying his soft touch, and after a while she felt the mattress besides her dip slightly when Steve shifted his weight up onto his arms as he moved further towards her. His lips tenderly pressed to the back of her shoulders, his light morning stubble gently scratching her skin as he nuzzled into her.

“Good morning, Wife.” His voice was a deep, low timbre that was almost a whisper and Katie shivered at the sound as he left another kiss in between her shoulder blade, as she melted underneath him with a sigh.

“Morning, Husband.” She whispered back, and Steve couldn’t stop himself from grinning against her skin as he knew full well he would never tire of her calling him that.

He continued to trail his feather light kisses down her spine until he reached the dip in her back, gently lavishing affection there, his hands softly gripping at her hips which he could tell she was fighting to keep still. His lips and hands caressed every part of the soft skin on her back until he was fully led over her, thighs bracketing hers, his mouth gently sucking at that spot behind her ear that drove her wild. And right on cue she let out a low groan and he felt his groin twitch at the noise.

Katie could feel his hardness against her back and, as his teeth gently grazed her ear she felt her spine arch slightly. His hand slid down, parting her legs slightly to finding her hot and wet for him already and Steve let out a grin and moved so he could part her thighs further with his knee. Repositioning himself, he led flat, his hands trailing outside of her arms as he reached over her, lacing her fingers with his, palms resting on the backs of her hands and he gently pushed into her, the pair of them giving a groan at the feeling and tightness of this angle.

Steve moved slowly, rolling as opposed to thrusting, his chest sliding up over Katie’s back and she moved ever so slightly with him, her head tilted to the side as he continued to nip at her neck. He maintained his slow, deep movements, listening to the quickening of her breath for as long as he could stand, but as heavenly as this felt, he wanted to see her, see her face, look into the eyes he had been mesmerised by since the first time he had seen them.

“Turn over, Sweetheart.” His voice was slightly tinged with arousal as he sat back on his heels to allow Katie the room to do as he had asked.  She rolled onto her back as he crawled back over her, her hands gently threading through his hair causing him to close his eyes and sigh, enjoying the feeling for a second as he dipped his head, large hands cupping her face as their lips met in a slow, soft, passionate kiss, And then, with a gentle shift of his hips, he was back inside her. She wrapped her arms around him as he trailed gentle, open mouthed kisses down her neck and across her jaw, down to her collar bone as he quickly settled into a the same slow, lazy pace he had been using before.

Katie’s fingers gently danced across his broad back, her touch like icy fire on the surface of his skin, causing him to moan. He continued to slowly roll his hips and his hands moved tangle in her hair as he leaned down for another tender kiss. Katie felt him smile against her mouth as he guided one of her legs up and around his hip, his arm holding it in place, causing her head to roll back as he thrust deeper, a loud and unbridled moan escaping her throat. With his other arm he hooked her other leg up, so they were both wrapped around him and took her hands, lacing his fingers through hers, resting them at either side of her head, his lips resting against hers, mouth open yet curled up ever so slightly into a bliss filled smile, emerald and ocean blue eyes alight with passion and fire.

“Don’t stop.” Katie begged in a whisper and Steve gave a chuckle as he gently nipped her jaw, causing her to groan again.  

“Kitten, I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to.” He murmured against her skin, his hands lightly squeezed hers as he released them and trailed a few kisses along her right shoulder, before he found that small dip between her collar-bone at the base of her neck. He paid it some attention, knowing exactly what that would to her and sure enough, she shuddered and panted with pleasure, as her walls briefly squeezed around him. Steve whimpered loudly as her hands grabbed at his back, nails digging into the skin underneath his shoulder blades, and he buried himself deep inside of her, pausing, trying to fight back the ever growing heat in his stomach.

He wasn’t going to last much longer, the sensuality and intimacy of the moment was utterly surrounding every single inch of his body, the warmth of his wife’s body and love seeping into his bones. But he could tell she was close now from the way the pink flush was spreading up her neck to her cheeks, and she was quietly chanting his name, a sultry mantra as she begged him not to stop. He picked up the pace slightly, his hips working a little faster, before he bottomed out and gave a dirty little grind.

“Fuck, Stevie!”  Katie’s voice cracked as she tilted her head back against the pillows, her spine arching as he continued to rock up against her, his pelvis bumping against her clit. It was too much, her stomach was tightening in that tell-tale way it always did when she was close, and she gripped onto him even tighter as she felt her entire body beginning to heat up.

“Let go for me, Darlin’.” He whispered, adding another grind which made her gasp as his large hands held her face firmly in place. “I got you.”

She met his gaze, his eyes blown wide with hardly any blue left around the edges, just as they always were in the throes of lust and love. He rolled his hips another five or six more times before she was done and came with a broken cry of his name, her breath coming in soft pants as her core spasmed again and again and her entire body trembled as she groaned, completely unable to contain herself.

“Katie, baby, fuck!” Steve stuttered, the curses tumbling from his lips as he pushed once more and followed her straight over the edge, collapsing forwards, his weight crushing her in the best way possible as he buried his face into the side of her neck, his cock twitching inside of her as he coated her walls.

They lay blissed out for a second, bodies slick with sweat, until Steve felt Katie move slightly and her hands began the usual dance through his messy hair and he gave a low hmmm of satisfaction, before he raised his head. Katie gave him a soft smile and he met her gaze before he leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips. As he pulled out of her, fulling intending to roll them both over so they could bask in the after haze, he heard her give a quiet hiss of discomfort and he paused, propped up on his hands as he hovered over her.

“Are you okay?” He frowned, his face and tone laced with concern. “Did I hurt you?” “No.” She assured him, reaching up to take his face in his hands.  “I’m just a little, well, tender. We went a lot last night remember?” Steve was surprised to find himself grinning, as the thought of him marking his girl in such a way was appealing to that red-blooded Alpha male inside him.

“Yeah, yeah you can wipe that smirk off your face before I do it for you.” Katie chuckled as he gently kissed the bridge of her nose before rolling onto his back and pulling her to him, fingers trailing up her spine.

“You can blame the serum.” He said softly, eyes closing.

“Thank you Dr Erskine” She mumbled and the laugh that left his chest was loud and unforced.

The drifted off into a light, sated snooze before Steve woke a little later, stretching out his limbs as his belly gave a loud rumble.

“What time is it?” Katie asked with a yawn, and Steve moved to he could check the radio alarm on the side of the night stand.

“Just gone Nine.” He said.

“You want me to ring down for breakfast? We don’t need to be at the airfield for another few hours.” Katie looked up at him.

“I’ll do it.” Steve’s hand carded through her hair and she gave a sigh of happiness, her head snuggled into his chest.

“I’m starving.” She yawned again before she looked up at him once more, grinning. “Seeing as this isn’t our bed can we break your golden rule and eat it sat in here?” “Whatever you want Mrs Rogers.” Steve smiled, dropping a kiss to her head 

**** They had agonised for ages about where to go on their Honeymoon. Both of them agreed that they wanted somewhere reasonably private, but also not completely isolated meaning they had things to do and see and experience. They had toyed with going to Isle Maria, the Island that her and Tony owned in the Gutamalan Pacific but Katie had been there so many times she had said it didn’t feel special enough to go for her honeymoon. To which Steve had simply called her a brat, because, well in his eyes owning half an Island was pretty fucking special.

But then Tony had offered them his brand new water villa in the Sun Siyam Iru Fushi resort on Noonu Atoll in the Maldives, which he had just purchased, meaning they would be the first people to stay there. When they’d dug further into it they’d found that the resort had a No Drone policy for the safety and privacy of its guests and from the photos it looked amazing and so they had gleefully accepted his offer.

Of course when they arrived they fast discovered Tony’s villa was bigger and better than any of the others dotted around the Island. Completely different in design to the rest, it was situated at the end of the looping wooden walkway which linked the villas to the main resort. There was a ten foot gap between the villa door and the edge of the walkway, which was only bridged once the code was punched into the pad by the gate.  And of course it was equipped with one of Tony’s AIs this one called MIA (Maldives Intelligent Assistant) which could link to FRIDAY if required. 

Steve couldn’t help but whistle in awe as he wandered around exploring the house they were going to call home for the next two weeks. The Villa was L-shaped, suspended eight foot or so above the crystal clear shallow waters surrounding the Island. The ground floor sported two double bedrooms, a huge bathroom, a lounge, a large outside sun area complete with an infinity pool, hot-tub, loungers, large cuddle chair and ladders which led down into the Indian Ocean. There was a smaller second floor along the shorter side of the L, almost a terrace if you will, which sported an uncovered lounging area with another large sofa, a fully stocked bar and a covered dining area. It was minimalistic in nature, clean lines and everything was white and grey which Steve suspected was more Pepper’s touch that Tony’s. But it was breath-taking and even Katie who was used to her brother’s opulent property portfolio was speechless. 

MIA informed them that their fridge and bar would be re-stocked on a bi-daily basis, breakfast would be brought to them (at a time they desired) and Dinner could be provided if they so wished. And of course, if they wanted to change anything, they could by asking. Other than that, bar the housekeeping which would visit every other day, they were to be completely undisturbed.

“Our own slice of paradise.” Katie mused as she slid her arms around Steve who was stood on the second floor, looking out over the ocean, aviators covering his eyes. He gently took her right hand in his and raised it, dipping his head to press a soft kiss to her wrist.

“You can say that again.” He smiled. “This place is incredible.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything else of Tony.” Katie spoke through a yawn.

“Tired darlin’?” He turned to face her, leaning his back against the glass barrier of the terrace, wrapping his arms around her as she fell into him, the soft see breeze washing over them. Katie let out a small hmm, and he chuckled. As they had been on Stark’s-faster-than-normal-commercial- lines private jet it had meant they could fly direct into the main airport before catching their forty minute water taxi, which shaved roughly six hours off the usual trip time of nine-teen, but that also meant it was approaching four am back home, and whilst they’d managed to get a few hours sleep snuggled together on the large seats on the jet, Steve knew Katie would be exhausted after the events and excitement of the last two days. The trouble was, the ten hour time difference where they were made it merely two pm local time, and if they went to sleep now, they’d wake up early in the night and their body clocks would be utterly screwed.

“Why don’t we go find something to eat and then go to bed for a few hours.” He said softly, “Then we can go for dinner and hopefully make it through to a bit later so we can sleep through till morning.”

“Bed for a few hours to sleep you mean?” Katie mumbled. “Please…”

Steve chuckled “I tired you out already?”

“In a word, yes.”

At that he full on laughed and dropped a kiss to her head and then moved, tugging her along behind him. He woke before her, having set his alarm for 6 pm local time and despite Katie’s protests and grumbles to the contrary (she was a crank when tired) they showered, changed and headed off to explore the area. Katie soon picked up when she saw the myriad of fantastic restaurants serving a range of food from around the globe, her eyes lighting up when she saw the Islander’s Grill which served up every damned type of grilled seafood you could imagine. Steve hadn’t really eaten a whole lot of fish until Katie had started sneaking it into his diet bit by bit, but he was quite a fan of monkfish so when she had stopped and given him those eyes he had grinned and nodded, so that’s where they had ate. Several plates of food and a bottle of obscenely priced Chablis later they were heading home and Katie was dead on her feet, even though Steve had slowed his pace considerably she was struggling to keep up.

“Steeeeeviiieee.” she whined and he rolled his eyes to himself with a smile, and before she could ask he’d stooped low enough for her to climb on his back. Grinning she pressed her cheek against his as he walked the last few hundred yards up the jetty.

“Love you.” She said gently and he smiled in response, gently tipping his head to accept the kiss she was offering.

She was out for the count before he’d even got them back.

***** The next day Steve managed to get sunburnt. Big style. Wrongly assuming the serum would protect him from the rays as he’d never burnt before, he’d waved Katie away when she’d offered to apply screen to him. She had argued with him and then given in, telling him he would learn the hard-way.

And he had.

“Owww!”

“Quit being a baby!” Katie giggled, her hands gently gliding over Steve’s red shoulders as she smoothed in the aloe. “I cannot believe after everything you’ve ever experienced you’re crying over sunburn”

“Can I get a bit of sympathy, Doll, please?” And even though she couldn’t see his face, Katie knew he was pouting, his chin resting on the back of his hands as his arms were crossed under his head in front of him, as he glanced out over the Ocean, the sun just starting to dip down over the horizon. “It stings”

“I warned you!” She laughed. “But oh no Mr Super Soldier here thinks he knows better!”

“How was I supposed to know the serum wouldn’t protect me?” He whined. “In fact, now I think about it, I feel kinda let down.”

“How’s your chest?” Katie asked, gently wiping the excess off her hands on the bottom of his back. He couldn’t help the slight shiver at her touch and behind him she smirked slightly.

“Not too bad.” He sighed as she moved so he could turn over. Straddling his thighs, she gave him an appraising look. There wasn’t a glimmer of red on his chest, well nothing of note but Katie looked at him and wrinkled her nose

“Yeah, definitely looks a bit pink to me.” She squeezed more lotion onto her hands and Steve bit back a smirk as her soft fingers gently smoothed over his pecs. Neither of them spoke as her hands moved downwards over his abs, both knowing full well what she was up to, and both more than happy to play along, as Steve’s growing hard on was proof. Eventually, as her nails raked his stomach he gave a low growl and grabbed her wrists, sitting up sharply causing her to yelp a giggle.

“If you wanted to touch me, all ya had do was ask.” He smirked, his nose an inch from hers.

“I’ve never asked your permission before.” She quipped, grinning at him as his hands moved to her back and he pulled her down with him as he lay back on the sun-lounger, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders and he gave a hiss again.

“Yeah this is gonna be a problem.” She giggled into his mouth as she pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“You’ll just have to hang on to something else.” He said, smirking as he surged up to kiss her.

They ate dinner that night on the terrace, Steve still in his swim-shorts and Katie wrapped in a sheet from the bed.  She had been in her swimsuit all day which made Steve’s mouth water- an all in one deep blue number with large cut out panels on the side but after their fast and furious fuck on the sun lounger, she’d declared she was too worn out to get dressed again, which was totally fine by him. Steve stole a glance at his wife as she sat on the couch, glass of wine in her hand looking out over the ocean and he could see that her freckles were already more pronounced after just one day in the sun.

At that moment Steve Rogers didn’t think he’d ever seen his girl her look more beautiful.

Moving so that he had one foot on the floor, the other leg extending down the seat cushions of couch,  pulled her back so she was nestled between his legs, arm wrapping around her chest as they sat in silence, listening to the soft music MIA was playing.

“I already don’t want to go home.” Katie murmured, her eyes closed.

And Steve was kind of inclined to agree.

***** By the end of their first week, he was completely inclined to agree.

Their time so far had flashed by in a whirl of sun, sea, fabulous food, smooth drinks and incredible sex. Mind blowing sex, even. In the bed, on the sun loungers, in the pool, in the shower, on the couches, on the cuddle chair, on the kitchen counter…they had thoroughly defiled Tony’s villa, which appealed to the inner little shit in Steve, but he couldn’t help it even if he tried (which he hadn’t). His head had been a whirl of utter love and lust for his wife the entire time they’d been there and Katie wasn’t much better, although after the fifth day she’d reluctantly told him she needed a day off as she couldn’t take anymore and reminded him they had another week and a half left.

 Two and a half weeks Doll, he had thought to himself but she still didn’t know about the extra surprise he had planned…

On their tenth evening of being there, Steve was sat on the couch waiting for her to finish getting changed and he took the opportunity to catch up on his social media. The Avengers had an official account on Twitter and Instagram, (handled by Pepper, Katie and the Publicity teams) whilst Katie and Tony their own public accounts, and had done for years. Posts on those were carefully thought out by the two and a tasteful wedding shot had appeared on the Avengers account of Katie and Steve’s  hands tangled in one another showing off their wedding rings along with a thank you for all the well wishes and support. That made Steve smile, but what he really liked was the private accounts they all shared. Minimal people had access to them, the Avengers and close friends only and, whilst Steve hadn’t been too keen on the idea at first when Katie had introduced him to it, once he had embraced yet another technological advance from his day, he’d soon figured it out and although he would never admit it, he actually quite enjoyed it as it appealed to his naturally nosey nature.

As such, he was browsing through the photos Katie had posted on her private Instagram which mainly consisted of a few shots of the villa, the view and a selfie of the pair of them as they sat on the terrace and it struck him just how carefree and ridiculously happy they both looked. But not only that, he felt younger and far more relaxed than he had in a very, very long time.

And then he came across one shot that she had taken of him, which he had no idea about. He was stood with his back to her, his silhouette illuminated by the sunset and the cheeky caption read “What A View @SGRogers ;-)  #captainbadass #captainGREATass #allmine” .

Snorting a mouthful of his beer he scrolled down to read the comments, the first one being from Sam, obviously:

Sam The Man “Why is he clothed? You’re on your honeymoon.”

StarkStarkStark “Birdbrain do you mind? That’s my sister…”

Hawkeyes “He has a point Tony…I mean…”

LauraLollyBarton “Great View…”

Hawkeyes “Oi!”

NattyNatNat “snigger”

MaximoffW “Suppose we should be thankful it isn’t a thong…”

PPots “Awww, glad you’re having a nice time. Not a bad view at all ;-)”

StarkStarkStark “I’m right here, hello…”

K80Rogers “@MaximoffW No, you should be thankful you couldn’t hear him crying about his sunburn the other day. Thinking he was smart and the serum would protect him he refused sunscreen. Cried like a baby when I put the aloe on, and it felt like I was in bed with a furnace. Captain Dumbass strikes again.”

Her change of name from K80Stark to K80Rogers didn’t go unnoticed and Steve smiled to himself, then frowned as he re-read her comment.

“Captain Dumbass.” he raised an eyebrow. “Oh Game on Mrs Rogers, game on.”

Grinning like a five year old child, he typed his reply, and then a few minutes later he heard her let out a loud laugh from the bedroom.

“You’re such a bitch!” She called and he laughed

“Stop calling me a dumbass then!” he replied, re-reading his comment.

SGRogers “I’m a dumbass? Anyone care to guess which one of us walked straight into the glass door that they thought was open? Give you all a clue, it wasn’t me.” Lawson Y’all “Nova, you’re an idiot.”

Stark Stark Stark “Face palm. I raised a moron”

Hawkeyes “HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA”

Sam The Man “Cap’s right, you a dumbass Mrs R” RockyRhodes “LMAO!” Evansindahouse “Aww Nova you’re so special”

Hawkeyes “HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA”

NattyNatNat “Please tell me there is video evidence of this @SGRogers”

Stark Stark Stark “Is the door ok?”

K80Rogers “#divorce”

As the comments carried on he continued to laugh and heard her giggling away before she emerged from the bedroom in a gorgeous yellow sundress which was patterned with small daisy prints and skimmed her knees. He laughed even harder as she raised her hand and flipped him off.

“I can divorce you, ya’know!” she teased.

“Don’t start a war you can’t win.” He quipped and she arched an eyebrow at him, almost challengingly.

*****

On their last day they got up early to watch the sunrise and sat on the large terrace, Katie once more snuggled in the sheets.

“It’s beautiful.” She whispered gently as Steve’s chin rest on her head.

“So are you.” He said softly.

“Charmer.” She giggled, her hands gently stroking over his forearms which were wrapped around her from behind.

They ate breakfast then decided to head out into the main resort for a while, taking in the small fishing village not far away. They ate a late lunch and then, Katie snaffling a piece of dragon fruit, they walked back to spend the last of the sun round the pool.  

Katie knew she had no chance of sneaking up on Steve, not with his super hearing and super all round enhanced sense of everything, including impending danger, so she’d strolled over to where he was stood at the edge of the wooden decking loud enough for him to know she was there. She’d gently brushed past him with the impression she was heading to one of the sofas and at the last minute had gently given him a nudge in the back of the knee with her foot, causing him to tumble forward and lose his footing and fall over the edge into the sea.

“Shit!” He yelled, and for a split second she thought she had gotten away with it, but at the last minute a hand clamped around her wrist and then she was falling with him. His arms circled her waist as she shrieked and the pair of them fell the eight feet or so straight into the warm ocean.

After he had gotten over his initial shock, Steve found his feet and stood up, the water was shallow enough to leave the top of his shoulders and upwards out of the surface but Katie wasn’t so lucky. As she broke the surface and pushed the water out of her eyes, she went to stand up and sank underneath hastily splashing and spluttering back up again. Steve let out a roar of laughter, hand clutching his pec as she splashed him and swam over towards him, looping her legs round his waist. She looked at him as he brushed her sodden hair back off her face.

“Well, that backfired.” She deadpanned. Steve laughed again, his hands reaching under her ass to support her gently as he bent his knees and crouched so they were both submerged up to their chins.

“Serves you right for trying such a shitty trick.” He grinned, gently nipping at her jaw and she giggled again, arms tightening around his neck.

“I can’t believe you dragged me in.” She sighed dramatically. “I could have died…” “I’ve always got you, Princess.” he said and she scoffed before splashing him again.

“Don’t.” “What?” She asked, adding another splash.

“Final warning.” Another splash.

“Fine.” Steve gave a dramatic sigh, and with one easy move he had thrown her in the air, gently but firmly enough to toss her a few feet causing her to land a short way away from him, completely submerging her again.

As she broke surface, coughing and spluttering but laughing so hard her eyes scrunched to the point they were nearly shut he simply looked at her, that familiar warmth he got whenever he did so spread across his chest.  

He really was the luckiest son of a bitch alive.

They stayed playing in the water like kids for a while before climbing back up the ladder and depositing themselves back on the sun-loungers to dry off. Steve closed his eyes and he might have dozed off, he wasn’t sure, but he was aware suddenly of a warm weight on top of him.

“Stevie.” A soft voice whispered

“Hmmm?” He mumbled, his hands finding the outside of his wife’s thighs, eyes still closed.

“I’m naked again.” His hands slid further upwards to find out she was, indeed, not clothed. He grinned and cracked his eyes open, looking up as she leaned forward, her hair sporting the beach waves he had come to adore which fell around her face and shoulders.  He cocked his head to the side for a while and simply looked at her.

“What’s wrong?” She asked softly.

“Nothing, Sweetheart, absolutely nothing at all.” And with a grin he stood up, with her in his arms, and walked them back inside to the bedroom. ******* “I don’t wanna go home.” Katie wailed as they walked over the tarmac to the waiting jet. “In fact, I’m not.” She stopped dead and folded her arms. “I’m staying here, I’ve decided.”

“Come on, Doll!” Steve chuckled as she pouted at him.

“No, you can’t make me.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I can.” He snorted, striding towards her and with one arm he easily picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She gave a squeal and gently hit his back as she dangled over him.

“Steeeeeeve!”

“Stop being a brat.” He shook his head,  gently swatting at her backside. “We can’t stay here forever.” “Why not?” “Because.” He replied, climbing the steps to the jet. “Because is not an adequate answer.” Katie shot back as Steve deposited her unceremoniously in one of the seats on the plane. He shot her a look and she pouted. “This is so not fair.” “Life ain’t fair, Sweetheart.” He shrugged simply, dropping into the seat opposite her.

Katie sighed. In truth she wasn’t ready to go home yet. She’d enjoyed having Steve’s undivided attention for the past two weeks and wasn’t quite ready to share him with everyone else just yet. But, all good things must come to an end, so to speak. Their pilot welcomed them on board and the pair of them settled into their seats, Katie glancing out of the window as they rose into the air giving a petulant huff that made Steve laugh.

“Tony owns the place.” He looked at her. “We can come back.”

“Yeah.” She wrinkled her nose. “Suppose I’m just not ready to go home yet and back to reality.”

Once they could move around they settled on the couch and watched a few films on the large TV, had a couple of drinks and some food until eventually the pilot told them they wold be landing shortly. As the plane started its descent, Katie sat back down and looked out of the window. She always loved flying into New York and taking in the skyline.

There was only one problem, they weren’t descending into New York.

“What…” She frowned, leaning closer to the window before she turned and looked at Steve who was grinning “Where are we?” “We have one last stop.” He informed her, smirking to himself as she frowned.

He simply raised his eyebrows so she glanced out of the window again, to see if there was any landmark that would tip her off as to where they were, and then she gave a gasp.

“Holy shit, is that Kennedy Space Centre?”

“No idea.” Steve shrugged, peering out of the window following her finger as she pointed.

“Are you…are we going to Disney?!” She practically shrieked and Steve’s lips curled up into a soft smile at one side.

“Two weeks was never gonna be enough, Doll.” he smiled.

As soon as it was safe to do so, Katie unbuckled her belt and threw herself into his lap and he laughed at her infectious excitement. “God I love you!” She muttered as she peppered his face with kisses.

Their car took them straight through to the lodge at Animal Kingdom and she’d rushed straight into their penthouse suite and out onto the balcony to look out over the view. She was utterly captivate by the giraffes as they roamed freely and despite the fact that her body clock was completely out of whack she felt wide awake.

Steve watched as she pulled out her phone and began taking photos, before she turned to him her eyes shining.

“I can’t believe you did this.”

He smiled. “Well, you’ve been talking about coming for years.”

“I know but you hated the idea.” He shrugged. “Yeah, well I can cope for a week or so.”  He nodded out over the mock up African plain. “Besides, that’s one hell of a view.”

They kept going as long as they could, heading down to the bar to find something to eat and drink but once the adrenaline wore off, Katie was absolutely whacked, They had an early-ish night, which meant of course they were going to be up early the next day. However, when Steve woke there was no sign of his wife in the bedroom, and as he turned over to look for her, he spotted the large patio doors were open and she was stood on the veranda in his shirt, hugging a mug of coffee. Throwing the sheets off he poured himself a cup from the pot on the machine provided by the hotel and headed out to join her.

“Morning sweetheart.” He whispered, dropping a kiss to her cheek and she smiled at him.”

“Hey, sleep ok?”

But Steve didn’t answer, as he was utterly taken by the scene in front of him. The sun was just rising over the horizon and the animals were beginning to stir. He’d only seen giraffes and zebras and the like in the Zoo in Central Park, but as he watched them go about their morning business below them, like he imagined they would in the wild, he was stunned.

“Wow.” He managed to murmur eventually.

“I know…” Katie whispered, not looking at him, her eyes trained back on the view also. “Isn’t it amazing?”

It was, and he realised there and then why she’d been so desperate to stay here.

“What do you want to do today?” He asked and she turned to look at him. “We got tickets for all the parks, plus Universal so…” She pondered and then grinned. “I wanna take you to Epcot. It’s the one with the huge lake and all the different countries…oh and the fireworks at night… you’ll love it.” “Epcot it is.” He smiled, bending down to give her a kiss. 

***** “No.” Steve shook his head.

“Put em on.” Katie insisted

“No!”

“Don’t be an ass!” Katie held out the Mickey ears to him “It’s the rules. For the Starlight Parade everyone has to wear light up ears.” Groaning, because he knew she wouldn’t take no for an answer, he took the items and dumped them on his head. “Ya happy now?” He glared at her and she grinned back, giving him a nod. “Yeah.” With a roll of his eyes he turned round and they stood by the side of the main avenue through Magic Kingdom. It was dark now, and they were waiting for the parade through the middle. Steve had to admit, it had been a lot more fun than he’d imagined, although his stomach certainly did NOT like the fast rides, but he’d gone along with it as he’d had no option. It was like he was looking after a small child, not his fully grown wife. He’d enjoyed the various shows they had gone to, and Epcot had been amazing, but what he had really enjoyed was Katie’s reaction to it all, her pure, unbridled childish excitement had been simply a joy to watch. They’d spent their last day at Magic Kingdom, Katie basically buying everything she could and arranging to have it all shipped directly to the compound as it wasn’t going to fit into their luggage.

As the music started, and the parade began he watched with affection as Katie was simply mesmerised. To her it took her back a good fifteen years to when she had last come with Tony as a sixteen year old. But that was nothing to how she’d acted when they’d gotten to Universal and Harry Potter world. She’d almost cried and had vowed to bring Wanda as soon as she could, making a note that it would not be another fifteen years before she came back.

More to Steve’s surprise (and pleasure actually) they hadn’t been bothered once. He wasn’t sure if it was down to no one recognising them due to their baseball caps, sunglasses and casual attire, or if people were simply leaving them alone. Either way, he was pleased that his fears of being in such a busy place hadn’t been realised.

As the stood in the dark, surrounded by loud music and people, Steve wrapped his arms round Katie from behind and dropped a soft kiss to her cheek as she leaned back into him, never once moving her gaze from the performers and dancers. Once it was all over she sighed when realised it was time to head back, and pausing to grab a pretzel each they joined the throng of tourists heading to the large gates. Katie slowed down slightly, taking a look back over her shoulder and smiled.

“I suppose we really are going home tomorrow?” She asked and Steve gave her an apologetic look.

“Yeah, sorry, I got no more surprises.”

She sat close to him on their drive back to the hotel, her hand gently on his thigh, fingers running up the inside seam of his trousers and it had driven him wild to the point as soon as they got through the door to their suite, he’d pinned her to the wall and it wasn’t long before she’d been a writhing mess thanks to his mouth and his fingers. Soon, she was on all fours in front of him in the middle of the bed as he pounded into her from behind, his movements merciless.

“Steve…” She groaned, utterly exhausted after four orgasms in a row. “I can’t…” “C’mon, Doll, I know you got one more in you.” He said, his voice low as he bent over so his lips could trace the curve of her spine, his hips snapping back and forth. “Baby let go…” The thick Brooklyn drawl dripped of his tongue and she gave a loud groan and he continued to piston into her, hitting her spot over and over before he let go of her hips with one hand and reached down to stroke at her clit. She trembled and then the coil in her belly snapped and she cried out as she squeezed around him. It was almost feeble this time but it made her knees and hands give way. Steve looped an arm round her waist to hold her up, as he’d never let his girl fall and he bent over, lips gently kissing at her neck.

“That’s my girl.” He grit out as his own hips began to falter, his relief coming with a surge. He let out a loud groan, nipping at her neck and then as gently as he could manage he set her down on the bed before he collapsed over the top of her. Aware of his weight pressing her into the soft bedding he rolled over and she gave a soft groan, her face still buried in the sheets. After a moment she peeked up to find him led on the bed, arms behind his head and he gave a low chuckle as she pushed herself up to lay her head on his chest.

“You okay?” He asked and she gave a chuckle as she simply buried her face into his chest with a low hum, utterly spent.

He pulled the sheets up around them and it wasn’t long before she fell asleep. Steve glanced down at her, kissing the top of her head, holding her close.

It had been a damned good three weeks.

**** Knives Out X Over Part 1

Chapter 28

**Original Posting**

[3pirouette]

Fic: Fighting Doesn't Make You a Hero (2/?)

Title: Fighting Doesn't Make You a Hero

By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette

Disclaimer: They're not mine.

Distribution: AO3 Anyone else please ask first :)

Story Summary: StuntCoordinator!Steve meets Actress!Peggy, who is an absolute menace when it comes to stunts.

Chapter Summary: Steve falls hard for Peggy (figuratively) while Peggy falls hard (literally).

A/N: Here’s some more of the story I tried so hard to write last year when I put this little AU out. Also, this is the “more” that I think only one person actually asked for. Hope you like it, anyway. I’ve always loved this idea, the rest of the story has just alluded me until now. For Steggy Week ’21 Day 3: Favorite AU.

Apparently, there will be more of this, because my brain has FINALLY figured out how this is supposed to go, and it’s not just one chapter’s worth. Sheesh.

Also, if it is not clear (it should be…) I know nothing about stunts or stage fighting. Completely made up. Please enjoy.

~*~

Chapter 2: Thrust and Parry

It was hard to be nice to her when he was waiting for the next injury to occur. He was professional, clear, and concise. They rehearsed for hours straight on Wednesday for a long, single shot of her moving through a room full of stunt men for one of the climatic battles.

Though no one got seriously hurt, there were a few bumps and bruises that shouldn’t have happened.

It was hard not to be harsh with her, not to be demanding. He could see moments of beauty in how she moved, but then she’d go too far and make contact. He had to find a way of breaking her of it, if not for his own safety, for that of the stuntmen around him.

~*~

It was an early call for the shot they’d spent the entire previous day rehearsing. He was bleary and chugging coffee as quick as he could stomach it. Peggy was already on her way out of hair and make-up as he passed the trailer. She gave him a shy half smile as she passed him, being ushered from one trailer to the next to be slid into her ridiculously tight costume.

On one hand, he got it. He couldn’t deny that she looked absolutely gorgeous in that costume. (How long he’d spent thinking last night about her in that costume and what she might be able to do with that Lasso of Truth absolutely was not relevant…) But from a practical standpoint the costume wasn’t realistic at all, and she wobbled horribly on the stilettos. They had to stop rolling often to keep her taped into the thing.

The stuntmen around him were warming up, and he even heard a few near him joking about wearing cups. He gave them a sharp look, waiting until everyone was quiet before he reviewed timing and patterns while they waited for her to come out to set.

The director wasted no time once Peggy was on set. They made minor adjustments to the cameras and rolled on the first run through. He was proud as he watched them all, every move was timed right and it looked fantastic. He waited, with a smile, for the director to give his notes.

There wasn’t much for his team, but the director took Peggy aside and gave her quite notes and reset the scene quickly. He shot it over and over, from new angles and with different lenses, and by the time it was over, there were three black eyes and a cracked camera lens.

Peggy’s assistant ushered her off set as soon as they cut the last take, the star unable to look him in the eyes as she walked past.

~*~

The director decided, after a short break, he wanted another go at the capturing the pattern. Steve reluctantly went off in search of Peggy, hoping to figure out where she’d gone wrong that morning. He couldn’t find her in her trailer, and her assistant only pointed vaguely towards the parking lot.

He found her in a far hidden corner of the lot, sitting on the edge of a flower pot, crying. He was startled by a side of her he wasn’t prepared to see. He thought maybe he’d be coming out here to find her sneaking a smoke or a flask of rum. He’d heard she was dangerous, a bitch, a tough broad who didn’t care about the stunt men that she hurt. This didn’t really fit with all the stories he’d heard. “Peggy?”

She moved to wipe away her tears, manicured fingers moving swiftly and carefully around the fake lashes and caked on make-up. “I’m sorry. I’ll be right there. He wants another take, right?”

Steve crouched down next to her. “Are you… are you ok?”

She laughed, watery and weary. “Oh, good lord, no, but I’ll be there in a minute.” She waved her hand at him. “I’ll have to stop in make-up first.”

Steve stood hesitantly, astonished at how she pulled herself together so quickly. “Is there… is there anything I can do?”

She looked up at him, taking a deep breath. “I don’t mean to hurt anyone, I promise. I mean, I know I have a reputation, but… I’m not an action hero. I’ve never been physical. I’m not good at it.” She shook her head. “I’m a Shakespearean actress.” She stood, wiping at her mouth and pacing. “Give me Ophelia or Bianca or Beatrice. Hell, even give me a sword fight. I can fence, you know. But one time I get a tiny part in an action film and all of a sudden, I’m being type cast as some action hero and no one ever even taught me how to do any of this!” She was pacing quickly now, the rant spilling from her lips like a waterfall of words she couldn’t stop if she tried, her weariness evident with each syllable. “Not once was I instructed on the how, just, ‘punch here’ and ‘kick there.’ And it was fun so I kept doing it. I thought it was worth it, you know? But I should be saying no. The sane thing to do would be to say no to all of this but I mean, who says no to Wonder Woman?!” Peggy stopped, her face morphing as she realized all she’d said, her hands coving her mouth for a moment before she forced herself back into a stoic, hard shell. Her chin wobbled, betraying her hidden emotion as she pushed past him towards the make-up trailer. “Just know I don’t mean it. And I’m sorry.”

He watched her move away, stunned in her wake. He didn’t quite know what to do with that information, but he was quickly starting to feel a soft spot for her forming. He moved quickly back to set, relaying that she would be there soon and watching the team of stuntmen around him stretch to perform the scene once more.

She was back on set, looking fresh and happy, in just minutes. He ran them through the pattern again, and watched closer this time.

Once he’s shed himself of expectations, it was easy to see that she really didn’t have any idea what she was doing. She was a natural mover, to the point where he figured she was probably a good dancer, and that went a long way to hiding the technical flaws. But she was jerky when she tried to pull her punches and she wobbled off balance when she held back power in her kicks. She misjudged force when blocking constantly, and it put her on her heels, literally.

She was on her back in a blink when she shouldn’t be, coughing and sputtering. She had the air torn from her lungs with the impact, and everyone froze in place.

Steve bounded over, pushing through his stunt team to kneel by her side. Her eyes were closed, pressed tight. “Peggy, are you ok?” She was gasping, trying to get the rhythm of breathing back. “Slow in through your nose, slow out through your mouth, ok?”

He lifted her hand in his as she nodded, sputtering once more before slowly getting a deep breath in, and then another. He squeezed her hand tight. “Good, good.” He smiled when she blinked her eyes open, her breath starting to come back. “Better?”

She nodded, but he could see the frustration and fear in her eyes, welling tears following quickly.

“Let’s get her checked out,” the director called. “We got what we needed anyway.”

Peggy tried to sit her up, but Steve pushed her back down. “Wait until the medic gets here, ok?”

“I’m fine,” she argued, having tamed the tears quickly.

“Be that as it may,” he smiled, whispering, “You know what the protocol is.”

It wasn’t quite a smile, but it was the closest he saw to one today as her hand held tight to his. “Fine. Just this once.”

He moved away mindlessly when the medic came in and started talking to her, checking for a concussion or cervical injury, eyes still on her face.

Forget about the Lasso of Truth, her smile would be what was haunting his dreams tonight.

~*~

He met her in the rehearsal gym, bright and early the next day. He was on the floor, warming up, when she came in, hair pulled back messily and no make-up on, thermos of coffee in her hands. She was pretty much the exact opposite of the made-up, costumed bombshell from yesterday, but he was no less enthralled with her.

He couldn’t help it: he smiled.

Her smile back was half hidden behind another sip of coffee. “Good morning,” she said softly in her lilting English accent that she covered up for her movie appearances.

“Morning,” he stood, wiping his hands on his pants. “How are you feeling?”

“Bit of a headache,” she replied, setting her coffee down and pulling off her jacket. “Are the rest of the team coming?”

Steve hung his head, bashful. “Uh, no. I had them stay last night and run through tomorrow’s scene with your double.”

“Oh.” Peggy froze, the word slipping out softly. She started putting her jacket back on, trying to hide her disappointment. “I didn’t get the message. I thought I was doing the scene.”

“You are!” Steve corrected quickly, holding his hand out. “I just thought…” He sniffed and cleared his throat, trying to sound as professional as he could. “After I found you yesterday, I watched you do the scene again. I mean, really watched you. And you’re right. You’re missing a lot of the basics.”

Peggy wrapped her jacket back around her, crossing her arms. “Yes, well, like I said—”

“You weren’t taught,” he supplied quickly and gently, eyes kind and open. He shrugged and tried to smile. “I thought we could spend some time on that this morning. You already know the scene, so if we go back in and fill in some of those blanks you have…” He trailed off, hoping she’d understand.

She licked her lip slowly, thinking. “And you told the other stuntmen to stay home because…”

He wasn’t sure what she thought he was going to say, but he could imagine how some of his collogues might have treated her and couldn’t say that he almost expected her surprise. “I don’t want you to feel like they were watching you, or judging you. It’s not your fault no one taught you this, or that whoever you’ve worked with before didn’t take the time to make sure you were doing it right.”

She bent, grabbing her coffee to try to hide the shock he saw. She took a long swing and then nodded, pulling her jacket off again. “Alright then.”

He waved his hand, signaling her to follow him to the middle of the cushioned floor.

She was a quick study, and he’d been right as she eventually reveled somewhere in their discussions of balance and force, that she’d been a dancer before she became an actress.

“ACL surgery,” she replied, pulling up the leg of her legging and showing him the scar on her knee that he was sure must have been covered by make-up every other time he’d seen her. “Retore after the first surgery, and I never danced the same after.”

The melancholy that had started to disappear as they’d been going through their first few lessons returned, and Steve swore he’d do anything to see a smile on her face again. After a moment, he pulled up the sleeve on his t-shirt and showed her the crisscrossing pattern on his shoulder. “Cool scar, but I think this one wins.”

“Ohhh,” Peggy reached out, her fingertips lightly brushing over the flattened lines. “What happened?”

“IED just outside of Fallujah. Caught our caravan off guard.” He turned, pulling the shirt back more to show her the back of the shoulder. “Two bullets, six pieces of shrapnel, three torn tendons and almost a year of physical therapy.”

She let her hand run down his arm in a gentle way that made his heart pound. “Is that why you got out?”

He shrugged, stepping away and pulling his sleeve down. “It’s why they wouldn’t let me back in, so yeah, I guess you could say that.”

“Do you miss it?” Peggy asked, truly interested.

He paused. He wasn’t sure anyone had ever asked him that before. He must have been quiet long enough that she took his lack of an answer as not wanting to answer, because she started rambling, stepping over to get more coffee.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. I only asked because,” she paused to sip, taking a deep breath. “Well, because I didn’t really get to choose to stop dancing, my body chose for me. And as much as I love this…” she paused, her voice growing quieter as she looked down at her coffee, “sometimes I miss it.”

Steve softly stepped towards her. “This can be a lot like dancing, you know.” He held out his hand.

Peggy set her coffee down and took it, a smile on her face. “Really?”

He nodded, giving her a gentle pull that pulled her towards his body. “Think of it less like moves and add beats to it.” He started counting softly in fours, walking them through the pattern they’d just practiced: step forward, step back, parry, swing and miss, swing and block, swing, connect, turn under and sweep the leg.

Peggy laughed with delight as they stopped, standing. “That was… so much easier!”

Steve couldn’t help but smile back, she looked like an excited child on Christmas morning and he wanted more of that. “See? I told you. You just needed to understand it a little more. To figure out how to make it make sense to you.”

She bounced on the balls of her feet, excited. “Can we try the second pass?”

He nodded, stepping in front of her. He started counting again as she squeaked with happiness behind him. Push, pull, drop, jump, punch, punch… they moved through with the fluidity he knew she possessed but had somehow never understood or tapped into before. He smiled at her as they finished the set: her wrists in his hands, held over her head as they stood face to face.

They both smiled, but didn’t move. Steve could feel his heart pounding, and if the look on her face was any indication, the moment wasn’t one sided.

But he was here professionally, and it did no good to lean in and kiss her breathless like he wanted. He started to pull away quickly, but Peggy grabbed his hands, keeping him close. “Thank you,” she whispered, eyes shining with an emotion he didn’t want to think too hard about.

He didn’t understand. “For what?”

“For this.” She shrugged, twining her fingers with his. “For not just believing I’m a dangerous bitch who doesn’t care who she hurts. For taking the time to actually teach me,” she smiled, “and get to know me.”

It was still between them, and he could tell what they both wanted, but he couldn’t give in. Not while they were in the middle of the movie and he knew she’d still need so much more help if she was going to make it to the end of all of the complicated fight scenes and wire work. Instead, he redirected, smiling wide. “Don’t thank me yet. We’ve got to do all that again, but this time, in the heels.”

Peggy frowned, but didn’t let go of his hands. “Bloody hell, I hate those fucking things.”

[notyetneedcoffee]

Soul Seer, pt. 14

Loki Master List

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, Naughty Times!

Author’s Note: Takes place right after Avengers 1, with time travel elements and hints of Infinity Wars. Does NOT follow cannon after Avengers.

 You dropped your bag on the bed and wondered over to the window. The green meadow and vast forest beyond should have been a welcome site after the devastation of New York or the craziness of DC. Everyone kept saying it would be okay. This was for the best. Still, the hollow pit in your stomach would not go away.

The construction you’d driven through to get to the residence couldn’t be seen from the windows. The soundproofing must be impeccable, too, because you couldn’t hear any of the earth movers or heavy machinery. The windows didn’t open. They were solid black from the outside, but looking out they were nearly invisible.

Stark pulled out all the stops on your new home. Expensive furnishings, lush materials, and Stark Tech filled the apartment. Looking around, you admitted to yourself it was more than you ever could have asked for. You’d never had a bedroom so large. Off the sitting room, a library held books stacked to the ceiling. You even loved the colors.

It still felt empty.

A chime filled the room, followed by the voice of Jarvis. “Miss, Captain Rogers is at the door.”

“Please let him in.”

“Y/N,” Steve called out.

“Just looking around.” You answered, stepping out of the library to meet him in the sitting room.

“You okay?” Steve came closer, rubbing your shoulders.

Swallowing back tears, you tried to offer a smile.

“Hey,” he pulled you into a warm hug. “I know. Everything is different now. Give it some time, it will be okay. Really.” Steve felt you take a breath, ready to give the same argument you’d given a dozen times before. “You trust us, right? We’re not going to let anything bad happen.”

“She’s a smart woman, Captain. Do not make promises you cannot keep. You will try not to let anything bad happen.” Loki’s smooth voice came through the door.  

“Loki!” You broke free and dashed into his arms. Your feet came up off the floor as he hefted you close, burying his face in the side of your neck. The feeling of his strong hold anchored you. His presence settled over you like a favorite blanket. It made you melt and gave you strength at the same time.

He set you lightly on your feet as his fingers combed over your hair, cool hand coming to rest on the back of your neck. Loki pressed his lips to your forehead. “It’s only been a few days, my pet. Have you really missed me so?”

You looked up into his smiling face. A frown drew your brows together. “Not getting to see you after that,” you shivered, “performance pissed me off. It wasn’t fair.”

“It was imperative you leave with the agents.” Loki stroked your face. “I wish you had not insisted on being there at all. Even if was not real, it was not a pleasant sight.”

“Sure felt real on my end.” Steve grumbled, even though the corner of his mouth tipped up.

“You agreed, Captain. It had to appear to be a genuine fight, especially to those who provided care to you after the fact.” Loki faced Steve, easily tucking you under his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“I know. I know.” Steve rolled his eyes. “You still pack a painful punch.”

Loki smiled. “As do you, Captain.”

“Well, thanks. I guess.” He chuckled. “Tony has made certain that only the team and Pepper have free access to this building. You’ll receive notice when and where the cleaning or service crews will be around. They are escorted and under surveillance by Jarvis at all times. So, feel free to wander the building. Training facilities and the gym is on the first floor. There’s lounges and entertainment rooms on two, the labs take up all the subfloors, and we all have units on the top three floors.”

“I believe Stark even placed an observatory on the roof.” Loki looked down at your face. “The stars are more visible here than in the city.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Y/N,” Steve buried his hands in his pockets. “Give it a few months and you’ll be able to make contact with your family and friends again. No one will make you break contact, and Tony will make sure you’re kept informed. We just have to protect you from the people that know how much of Loki’s knowledge you have.”

You sighed. “I understand, Steve. I really do.” Looking around, you leaned into Loki a little more. He felt like home. He made this space work. “And I appreciate everything the team is doing, especially you. This takes breaking the rules to a whole new level.”

Loki laughed. “For someone who toes the line, you certainly knew exactly what needed to be done to fake my death.”

Steve’s ear turned pink. “Well, I figure you’re already abiding by the rules of your sovereignty and you will do way more good helping us than sitting in a steel box somewhere. Sometimes doing the right thing doesn’t follow the rules.”

Loki extended a hand. “Thank you for taking care of Y/N in my absence.”

“Anytime.” Steve shook his hand. “I’m, ah, going to head out. Everyone is getting settled in, so we won’t be starting work until after lunch tomorrow.”

“I will see you then.” Loki nodded.

“Thanks, Steve.” You smiled.

As soon as the door closed, Loki’s hands cupped your face as his eyes studied you. “You’ve been weeping, little one.”

“I fell asleep in the car.” You answered honestly. “I dreamt of you dying again.”

“I wish you had not come.” He whispered before his lips covered yours in a soft kiss.

“Show me.” You grasped his wrists. “Show me how you did it. Maybe then I will see it for what it was instead of what the adrenaline imprinted on my memory.”

His forehead touched yours. You never could accurately explain how Loki shared his knowledge. It wasn’t like seeing something new or recalling a memory. You just suddenly knew. It was like having a latent memory triggered by the sight or sound of something. You just knew.

Entering the inquiry, Loki had been himself. One of the SHIELD agents was a magical projection. He indeed fought with the others, though he purposely used flashier magic and moved with less grace. Just before the worst of the battle, Loki bumped into his projection and with a flash, they traded places.

Steve could have fought off the specter-Loki had he wanted. Instead, he faked his effort and succumbed to the choking. As planned, Natasha swept in and killed the specter. The true Loki, stood behind you to keep you calm.

He remained with the team that escorted the ‘body’ to lock down. You were swept away with the team that checked in on the Senators and their people. The bitter taste of impotent anger flooded your senses as you realized how Loki stood passively by as a group of key politicians gawked and scoffed at what they thought was his mutilated corpse.

“Fools.” You spat and rolled your eyes. “They ran like cowards at the first sign of danger. How dare they preen over your body? They wouldn’t last two seconds against you.”

A low rumble vibrated from Loki’s chest. His fingers dug into your hips as his open mouth left a wet kiss and playful bite on your neck. “Mmm,” Loki purred against your skin as he pulled your body hard against his evident need. “You defending my prowess is quite enticing.”

Your fingers wound into his thick hair, tugging his face closer to yours. His large hands lifted you from your feet, fingers digging into the meat of your ass. He moaned when your tongue laved over his lower lip. You whispered, “I will always defend you. You are mine.”

You yelped as Loki tossed you away from him, only to gasp as your suddenly bare ass bounced on the soft sheets of the bed. Just as your jaw snapped shut, he stalked through the portal at you. As his knee sunk into the mattress, the clothes evaporated from his body. The raw hunger in his eyes, caused more than your mouth to water.

Loki captured your ankle in one hand, pulling it up to his mouth. Wet kisses, playful bites, and delicious licks had you quivering before he reached your inner thigh. You laid back, clawing at the sheets as he pushed your legs further apart.

“Mmm, my pet.” His fingers slipped through your wetness, spreading slickness over your sensitive flesh. “So responsive for me.” His talented cool tongue circled your clit before lapping up your juices. “So luscious.”

“Loki…” Your sigh turning to a sudden gasp as Loki’s hand held you down and his mouth latched on to your clit. Fire shot through your veins. Your body writhed, but he held you firm. Somehow, the impossibly strong force of his hand holding you down just pushed your excitement higher. His magic tongue danced over sensitive flesh, lighting your nerve on fire. Loki hummed, low and rich, rocking your body with the vibration.

“Oh fuck!” Tension coiled low in your belly. Loki did not let up, determined to pull ecstasy from you as fast as possible. Two long fingers slipped into you, stroking firmly against the perfect spot. Your back arched. A wicked smile spread across his sex damp face. Fingers pumped harder. A wave broke, washing you in heat, as you came over his hand. “Loki!”

His thick chuckle filled your ears as your body quivered. Loki crawled up your body, raining kisses along your flesh. “I could not wait, pet.” Loki growled against your ear. “I needed to taste your honey.” His cock pressed into you, filling you. “Needed to hear you scream my name.” He hitched your knees up, fucking into you deep. “Yes,” he groaned, “to feel you around me.”

Whining, your finger dug into his shoulders, holding on. Loki set a powerful, fast pace. The crisp forest, clean male and distinctly Loki smell filled your head. The low rumble of his groans brushed you ear. He surrounded you, filled you. So intense. Your breath mixed with his, noses brushing along each other’s.

Loki felt your body coil, felt the heat flush your skin. His hips snapped and you cried out. He pushed your further, barely holding back his own release. Your thighs shook as he dug his fingers into your flesh. His deep timbre rumbled over your cheek, tickling your ear, “Come for me.”  

Fire raced down your body, hitting you hard and stealing your breath. Loki moaned, chasing your release with his own. You melted, every bit of tension, every bit pain, washed away leaving you floating despite Loki’s weight pressing you to the mattress.

You stayed wrapped around him, relishing in his body around you, in you, anchoring you.

Loki held you tight, uncertain whether the need to remain close was his own or if it came from you. Either way, he relaxed into the feeling, allowing himself a moment of need. There would be enough work, enough worries, later. For this moment, he could allow you both to forget it all.

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