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The Bolter (part three)

Steve Rogers x f!reader

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

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

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

word count : <2k

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2024, three months after Steve's departure

You just finished your second mission since the final battle.

Since Tony. Since Nat.

Since... him.

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

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

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

And Bucky comes knocking on your door not long after.

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

Two kindred abandoned souls and whatnot.

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

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

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

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

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

"I fell out a window," you sigh.

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

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

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

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

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

More broken.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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2017, ten months after the Avengers' Civil War

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A note could have been intercepted."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh, what do you mean?"

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

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

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

"Oh, is it now?"

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

"No, he's not - "

"Then prove me wrong."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Oh...

Only Mine Part 3 Dark Professor Steve Rogers x Innocent Reader

Only Mine Dark Professor Steve Rogers x Innocent reader

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

Summery: Professor Steve finally explains what he really wants.

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

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

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

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

“Where am I?” You ask quietly

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

You feel his breath on your neck,

“Why me?” You asked

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

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

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

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

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

He spins you around that you are facing him.

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

You know exactly what he was implying

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

You were horrified your eyes widen,

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

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

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

His hand slowly going up your shirt,

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

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

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

Your eyes widen at the comment.

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

He grips your chin,

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

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

Backing you up against the door.

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

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

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

“What kind?” You ask

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

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

You nodded he gripped your chin hard

“Words doll.” He says

“Yes.” You say

“Next is you ask my permission.” He says

“Yes.” You say

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

“You run and you get punished.” He says

“Yes.” You say nodding

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

“Any questions doll?” He asked

You slowly look up at him

“Can I go back to school?” You asked

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

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

“Now are you hungry?” He asked

“Yes.” You nod

Survive. You thought

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just survive. You repeated in your mind,

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

“Um, Thank you.” You whisper

“Eat up.” He says smiling at you

How the hell were you going to escape

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I love it

_ YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME (chapter two)

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

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

YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME

CHAPTER TWO IS IT WARM IN HERE OR WHAT?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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If You Loved Me You’d Share Her

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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So cute

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

"Boop."

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

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

"I boop'd you."

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

"And?"

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

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

"JUST BOOP ME BACK RANSOM!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Close your eyes."

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

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

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

"Boop."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 860

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now open wide and say ahhhh.”

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Update

Secrets will be back at some point during this year.

In February we're gonna have a Valentine's Special.

if you wanna be tagged on my fics or my specials, add yourself to my taglist here.

At this moment my queue is until January 31st, if you tag me (according to my guidelines), your work will be added to my queue, if you don't tag me, your work probably won't be added due to I DON'T GET ANY NOTIFICATION FROM SIDE BLOGS, no idea why.

Remember, if I like it, it means is in my queue.

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Week 16 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 16 2024 or Week 224, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

I hope you enjoy it!

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♥ You can check my April reblog masterlist 2024 here.

♥ You can check Week 15 2024 here.

♥ You can check Week 17 2024 here.

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 16 2024:

Headcanons for being the forgetful Avenger (Avengers X Reader) by @moonlit-imagines💚

Don’t Wanna Wake Up! (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sassypossumm 💚

Civil war Brooklyn chapter 13 (Stucky X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💚💙❤️

Safe place (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckys-wintersoldier 💙 💚

Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cevansbaby-dove 💙❤️

Civil war Brooklyn chapter 14 (Stucky X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💚💙❤️}

The Best Birthday Gift part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cevansbaby-dove 💚

Unappreciated (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @caplanbuckybarnes ❤️ 💙

Civil war Brooklyn chapter 15 (Stucky X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💚💙❤️

Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @dungeonpuppykai ❤️

Stripped (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @e-dubbc1 💚

Civil war Brooklyn chapter 16 (Stucky X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💚💙❤️

Waffles and sex (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sassypossumm 💚❤️

Dating Brock Rumlow/Crossbones Would Include… (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @just-a-hardcore-simp-who-writes 💚❤️

Civil war Brooklyn chapter 17 (Stucky X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💚💙❤️}

After years he sees him again (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckys-wintersoldier 💚

Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cevansbaby-dove 💚

For the very first time - Chapter 1 (Stucky) by @late-to-the-party-81 ❤️

A sticky situation (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rogersideup 💚

The endurance of a super-soldier (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey ❤️

Holidays with the Restitution Characters (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @universitypenguin 💚

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Thanks for reading bestie 💛

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 195 & 196

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 35 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE.

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers

Header by @fictional-affairs

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Morning Cravings - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Ethereal Part 5 - (Ari x Reader) - @labella420

Thoughts - (Brock) - @nekoannie-chan

Revenge - (Brock) - @nekoannie-chan

Late Night - (Andy x Reader) - @katherineswritingsblog

It Was Sunday - (Bucky x Reader) - @ellemj

Wrecked (Part 3) - (Frank x Reader, Billy x Reader) - @tuiccim

Competition 2.0 - (Lloyd x Reader, God the Bounty Hunter x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Love and Flowers - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Ethereal Part 6 - (Ari x Reader) - @labella420

Reconnect - We’ll Always Be Friends - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Switched Sides part 5 - @deliciousangelfestival

Flood - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @biteofcherry

Alone again - (Jack R) - @nekoannie-chan

Evermore: Prologue - (Ari x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Evermore: Part. One - (Ari x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Lost in the Dark (Part 2) - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Helicarrier - (Steve) - @nekoannie-chan

Your Mark On Me - Part 7 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Monkey See, Monkey Do - Chapter 15 - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today

Indecent Proposal (1) - (Stucky x Reader)- @holylulusworld

Promises To Keep - (Andy x Reader) - @americasass81

Winning - (Brock x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Advantages - @nekoannie-chan

The Tarzan to my Jane - (Ari x Reader) - @nicoline1998enilocin

Release Me Pt. 4 - (Andy x Reader) - @labella420

Opportunity - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

In the Boss’s Grip - (Ari x Reader) - @labella420

Teased and Tied - (Bucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

Aftermath - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Two Bosses Part 11 - (Ransom x Reader) - @labella420

Wrecked (Part 4) - (Frank x Reader, Billy x Reader) - @tuiccim

Just Like That - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Collared part 39 - @spnexploration

Collared part 40 - @spnexploration

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Update

Secrets will be back at some point during this year.

In February we're gonna have a Valentine's Special.

if you wanna be tagged on my fics or my specials, add yourself to my taglist here.

Remember, if I like it, it means is in my queue.

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Week 16 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 16 2024 or Week 224, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

I hope you enjoy it!

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

♥ You can check my reading guidelines here.

♥ You can check my masterlist here.

♥ You can check my main reblog masterlist 2024 here.

♥ You can check my April reblog masterlist 2024 here.

♥ You can check Week 15 2024 here.

♥ You can check Week 17 2024 here.

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💜 ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ

🖤 ᵈᵃʳᵏ

❤️ ˢᵐᵘᵗ

💚 ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

💙 ᵃᶰᵍˢᵗ

🧡 ᶜᵒᵐᵉᵈʸ

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 16 2024:

Headcanons for being the forgetful Avenger (Avengers X Reader) by @moonlit-imagines💚

Don’t Wanna Wake Up! (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sassypossumm 💚

Civil war Brooklyn chapter 13 (Stucky X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💚💙❤️

Safe place (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckys-wintersoldier 💙 💚

Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cevansbaby-dove 💙❤️

Civil war Brooklyn chapter 14 (Stucky X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💚💙❤️}

The Best Birthday Gift part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cevansbaby-dove 💚

Unappreciated (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @caplanbuckybarnes ❤️ 💙

Civil war Brooklyn chapter 15 (Stucky X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💚💙❤️

Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @dungeonpuppykai ❤️

Stripped (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @e-dubbc1 💚

Civil war Brooklyn chapter 16 (Stucky X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💚💙❤️

Waffles and sex (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sassypossumm 💚❤️

Dating Brock Rumlow/Crossbones Would Include… (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @just-a-hardcore-simp-who-writes 💚❤️

Civil war Brooklyn chapter 17 (Stucky X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💚💙❤️}

After years he sees him again (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckys-wintersoldier 💚

Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cevansbaby-dove 💚

For the very first time - Chapter 1 (Stucky) by @late-to-the-party-81 ❤️

A sticky situation (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rogersideup 💚

The endurance of a super-soldier (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey ❤️

Holidays with the Restitution Characters (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @universitypenguin 💚

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