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stuckysdumbbitch · 2 years

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a good man

summary: Steve Rogers will make sure your image is impeccable, whatever it takes

Pairings: Dark!40s!Steve Rogers x naive! Barnes! reader

Warnings: 18+ content, noncon, loss of virginity, rough smut, dark themes, slight blood play, degradation, forced marriage, mean! Steve

the bitch is back!

After your brother died, Captain Steve Rogers promised your Ma he would take care of you. After all, your father had died when you were young and your Ma’s health was quickly deteriorating. On a cold winter day, her heart couldn't take it anymore, and she made Steve promise he’ll marry you to a good man and keep you in line. Steve, who had grown fond of Winnifred after Sarah’s death and loved her as a mother, said he would do everything to ensure her death wish. So he took you out to every high class party to celebrate the end of war, presented you to all his high-rank officers and bought you the nicest dresses in town, along with a house of your own.

Your little poor girl heart grew infatuated with the gifts and lavish things, building the courage to ask for more and more over time, but always sweet and grateful. You barely noticed how Steve’s gaze darkened after you turned, mind imagining for too long how you'd look with the lingerie that you had shyly asked for, hiding the satin in your clenched hands before grinning devilishly and running to the dressing room when he agreed. Or how he would shadow over you as any man actually tried to make a move on you, scaring them off at the slightest chance.

He didn't understand why he made his life harder, as he had promised to marry you off. But none of those men deserved you, they were either going to be too rough or too forgiving. God help the terrified look on your face when a man was trying to impress him, talking about the discipline he’d enforce on his future wife. But he also couldn't get you a permissive husband, as he knew the mischief inside of you. The lustful and flirty side that was too naive to men’s evilness.

Steve believed that he needed to find someone like himself, hard but loving. He would spank your ass raw if you misbehaved, but hug you and kiss you afterwards, telling you how much of a good girl you were for enduring your punishment. He found himself dreaming about it much more than he’d like to. And sometimes, when he tossed and turned late at night, he found himself dreaming of how you'd look wriggling beneath him, face flushed and eyes slanted as your mouth parted in a perfect “O” shape. Sometimes, tears ran down your eyes and your breathing was desperate, and you were gently begging for him to get away. He liked the intrusive thoughts more.

So in a particular New Year's Eve party, he was drowned in a monotonous conversation with Peggy’s parents, who kept hinting at their expected marriage proposal. Steve liked Peggy, she was intelligent and beautiful, but she would never be tamed into the daily life of a housewife. But he had to smile and nod, for America’s golden boy couldn't be rude.

Little did he notice how you preened and blushed under Howard Stark’s comments, his mouth dangerously close as he whispered in your ear -which he claimed was because of the loud noise- about how fun it would be to spend New years somewhere else, because he “hated crowds”. Your empathetic soul was quick to feel sorrow for him, and before eleven o’clock, you were heading to your residence in a preppy Brooklyn neighborhood, right next to Steve’s.

When the clock was about to strike 12 Steve began to search for you, in order to give you a big hug where he would be able to hold you tightly against himself. But as the crowd gathered in front of the clock, he realized he couldn't find you, Howard Stark or his car. He cursed all the way, icy blues stuck to the road as his knuckles turned white from his grip on the steering wheel as the parties started to dwindle down.

You were dancing in your living room down to your undergarments with the brightest mind of the century. A whole bottle of some unknown liquid laid on the floor as he ran his hands dangerously close to your rear, sloppy kisses interchanged. You almost peed yourself when the door slammed open, the huge form of your older brother's best friend storming in in a maddened haste. His usually gelled back and controlled hair messy as he peeled back your frame from Howard’s, slapping you to the floor hard enough to sober you up in fear. He then turned to Howard in scary calmness.

“I'll resolve this matter with you afterwards, now leave.” He ordered, and the scientist obeyed, head low from pity or regret, you wouldn't know. You were too scared to actually say anything. The moment the front door closed, Steve was marching towards you. His strong hands pulled you up in a death grip. This wasn't sweet ol’ Stevie that bought you everything your heart wished for and was slightly creepy sometimes.

“Do you have any idea of what you had just done?” He barked and you trembled, tears forming in your eyes, but pride still stuck on your throat like a ball. He looked at you in disbelief, how could his sweet girl act so slutty? “Not even whores invite men into their houses-not to mention that this house isn't even yours- and dance around naked!”

He attempted to pull your bra to emphasize his point, but with his new superstrength, he ended up ‘accidentally’ ripping it. He stopped for a second, as if to think what could happen now. And you laid there, eyes as big as weeping saucers and hands shaking as your lips trembled. In a fast motion, Steve threw you over his shoulder. You heard the clicking of his belt coming undone, the thick brown leather coming to view as you whimpered in fear.

He didn't say a word until you reached the bedroom, where he tossed you face down on the mattress, one hand firmly planting your head on the bed. He somewhat regretted that, as he would have preferred to see your gorgeous face.

“Everyone tomorrow will see you as a floozy, are you proud of that?” He asked, but you were too ashamed to answer. After seconds of silence, you felt the flames of hell lick the skin of your backside and a fast, snapping side. You cried out in pain. “Promised your Ma I’d take care of you, spoiled you too much, and this is how you decide to pay me?”

You whined in pain, but did not dare to answer him. Another hit was whipped, on top of the previous one, and you dug your nails on the sheets.

“WIll have to marry you to the first oblivious man that comes across for you to still have some fucking honor, is that what you wanted?” He grunted, fisting your hair and pulling up your face to see your tears. “How many men have you fucked in this house, you easy whore?”

“None!” You choked out, and even though he knew it was true, he still was getting aroused from the whole ordeal. He felt his pants stiffen around him, and noticed how your panties began sticking to the skin of your wet, needy petals. His hand ran through the red skin, sighing deeply as he allowed himself to emerge in his deepest desires. After all, people had seen him drink all night.

In a swift movement, he pulled down the white satin underwear, exposing your impeccable, virgin cunt. It drooled as Steve admired it. You gulped, unaware of his intentions.

“Stevie? please, I’m sorry, it will never happen again…” you whispered, just loud enough so he could hear. You felt uneasy as your legs quivered and you began to tremble.

“Of course it wont,” He said, awfully calm, fingers running down your slit. “Because imma gets you a good husband that knows how to keep his little harlot in line.”

His fingers were shoved inside you, tearing through your hymen and with that, any hope of finding a decent husband was gone. You weeped, pain and frustration coursing through your body wildly. His ministrations started in a halt, moving his fingers in and out quickly and painfully, stretching you open. He chuckled at your tears, knowing that most of them were not simply because of the ache in your cunt.

“Don't worry baby, I’m gonna take care of you.” He muttered, observing how his fingers scissored your bloody core. “Gonna treat you real nice baby, give you a big fat wedding ring, I know how you like expensive things.”

Your tearful eyes widened as you understood what he meant. You didn't want to believe it. “S-Stevie?” you croaked up, between violent intrusion. “Please, please stop!”

He stopped, removing his fingers from your cavity and smearing it on your thigh. He took a good look at your folds, puffy and pink in contrast with the specs of dark red painting it. His hands splayed your cheeks open, seeing the inviting canal that pulsated with every breath you took. Something inside him took over as you shivered, from both cold and fear.

In his knees, he neared you, pulling down his zipper as his hand delved to fist his bulging cock. Before anything, he turned you around so you laid flat on your back. You saw how the fabric of his shirt wrapped around his muscles, the wild glare in his eyes as you finally saw his imposing manhood, you sobbed as you realized this isn't your Stevie who would spoil you rotten at your whims. He was an angry supersoldier.

“Please, I’m so sorry Stevie, it won't ever happen again…” You begged one last time, but he only grasped your waist and pulled you closer, lining up his cock with your hole. “No!”

Your little scream did little to stop him, as he pushed his cock inside carefully, he wanted you to feel every ridge, every vein and every bump as he deflowered you. Your soft hands shot up to his immense shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you whined from the intrusion. It burned; he let you taste the fires of the hell he was condemning you to.

He softened when he saw your face, but he had to punish you. He began moving just before you were ready, making you gasp and moan as he delivered merciless hits to your cervix. You had never felt so full, Steve’s digit wrapping around your waist tightly as he observed how your tiny cunt enveloped his cock to perfection, a bulge forming just beneath your stomach from the curve of his manhood.

“My little nymph,” He groaned, pressing you against himself until his hip bones were engraved in the back of your thighs. He wrapped your flailing legs around his narrow waist as he ripped off his shirt one handed, his dark tie hanging in between the valley of your breasts. The stretch became pleasurable, but it was still overall humiliating.

He forced pleasure on you as his face came down to your chest, wrapping his mouth around your erect nipple as he took both of your wrists in one hand, the other gripping your ass hard. You whined as he handled you how he wished, words no longer falling out. Electricity began piling up in your lower belly, your cunt closing around him tighter and tighter as you unconsciously pulled him closer. Your hips reached up to him, needing more, just a bit more.

Steve understood this tell-tale sign, slipping his hand down the tight space between your bodies to find the engorged bead crowing your folds, right on top of where his dick pierced into you. With a couple of flicks of his wrist, which translated onto jolts of rapture rupturing through your body, spasming on him until you drenched him in your sweet cream. His pants were ruined now, but he couldn't care less.

You began feeling sore, but Steve was no longer pleasing you, he was searching for his own release. He forced your head down to see the union, how his cock disappeared into your channel, coming out red and white. Your body was just a stupid little outlet for all of his war frustrations, where he could channel all of those intrusive thoughs and desires. But he couldn't spoil you, not yet.

Just before he exploded, he pulled out from inside, leaving you clenching around nothing. He kneeled closer to you, hand wrapping around your head and pushing his cock down your tight little throat. He let his salty cum flood down your throat, so close you could smell your own essence on his pants. He didn't let go until you choked, pulling back to observe how the corners of your lips were stained with your own virgin blood.

Steve allowed you to lay back, now sobbing. Everything ached, and your mind wondered what was going to happen next. You were terrified of the monster in front of you. He calmly grabbed a small velvet box from his jacket, the one he was going to give Peggy. When you saw this, you began to cry harder, head shaking violently as your sore throat mumbled out “no’s”. He took the sizely diamond, grabbing your wrist hastily to secure the ring on your finger.

“You will marry a good man, want it or not.”

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crazyunsexycool · 2 years

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Meeting the girl in the picture

40s!Steve Rogers x 40s!Reader x 40s!Bucky Barnes

Word Count:5.2 k

A/N: This story isn't perfect by any means but I heard the phrase meeting the girl in the picture somewhere and I got this idea. I hope you enjoy. Also there is a picture of Steve and Bucky in the story it seems like an edit but I’ve had it in my phone for a while so I don’t know who to give credit to, if you see it and you know where it came from please let know so that I can give proper credit!

Warnings: angst, fluff-ish I guess, happy ending

Masterlist

A flyer was shoved into your hand as you walked out of one of the few stores in your small home town. You look at it briefly before looking back up at your best friend.

“Lottie what is this?”

“Y/N did you forget how to read in the last 30 seconds?” She rolls her eyes before scanning her own copy of the flyer. “It’s a request for pen pals for soldiers overseas. It’s a neat idea and we should write out some letters. Says here all we have to do is write as many letters as we want and use this address right here.” She points at what she’s referring to before looking back at you, noticing the uncertainty. “Oh come on and do this with me, please?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I’d feel comfortable with a stranger knowing where I live. What if they come back and track me down?”

“Will you live a little? These men are fighting to protect us, the least we could do is send them a letter thanking them for their service. Oh come on Y/N say you’ll do it with me, please?”

“Fine. But I’m only writing two letters. I have enough to do at home without having to keep up with so many people.” You huff as you continue down the sidewalk and your best friend squeals with excitement. She grabs your hand pulling you along to head back to your car.

That evening you sit at your dining room table with some paper and a pen trying to figure out what to write to a complete stranger. But there is not much to tell, you don’t have family you can talk about and you doubt they would even care. How can you really write a letter to a stranger? Your fingers tap the table repeatedly as you think of how to start this letter. Sighing you decide to just go for it.

You wrote that on a second piece of paper and folded it so that it fit in the envelope that had the address already written. With both letters done you place them by the small table next to your front entrance with the intention of meeting up with Lottie and taking them down to the post office. You could only hope that the men that receive these letters aren’t creepy. It would be nice to have some friends outside of the small town you call home, it would give you a chance to go into the big city, if they were from New York.

The next morning you are greeted at the door by a very excited Lottie. She has her long red hair pinned up and away from her face, her favorite dress and comfortable shoes for the shift you both have at the store. You had been born months apart and were inseparable ever since. Somehow your personalities were polar opposites but you balanced yourselves out. While she was outgoing, you were reserved. She was tall and modelesque. You were on the shorter and curvier side. Not that the boys minded while you were in school you received just as much attention as your best friend. What you both had in common was that you were fiercely loyal to each other and always managed to get in trouble.

She grabs your hand and starts heading down your waiting car. Saying a quick goodbye to her parents over your shoulder you let her drag you along.

“Lottie slow down, I have little legs.” You complain.

“We’ll worry about your legs later. We have to get into town if we want to send these out on time.” She opens the passenger’s side door as you walk around your car and get in the driver's seat. It’s a quick ride to the post office and the letters are quickly processed, now all you have to do is hope that your letters find their way to a soldier who needs it.

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“Rogers, Barnes you got mail.” Someone says as they hand out letters out to other soldiers.

They look at each other confused. If anyone would get a letter it would be Bucky since Steve has no one back home who would write to him, no one really even knew he was in the military now. With their curiosity piqued they make their way to the soldier that had called them.

“Here you go.” They’re each given an envelope. They look at each other since they don’t recognize the name on the envelope.

“This can’t be for us, we don’t know who this is.”

“It’s part of the pen pal program. I signed you up, thought you could use a distraction in between missions. Maybe you’re lucky and a pretty dame is writing to you.” Howard says as he walks over to them.

“We don’t have time for letters Stark, we have to focus on the missions.” Steve says with a slight frown.

“Just read the letter. If you don’t like it, don't reply or give it to someone else.” He waves them off as he heads into his lab.

“What’s the harm in reading it Stevie? Come on.” Bucky says from beside him.

The letter was short but it felt nice to receive something. Steve had no one, except the occasional letter that Mrs. Barnes sent to him now that she knew he was fighting alongside her boy. As for Bucky he received letters from his mother and his sister but he never really told them the horrors he had seen. He couldn’t do that, placing the burden of the nightmare he was sure to have the rest of his life on them. They both saw it as an opportunity to write to a stranger. Someone that didn’t know Steve was Captain America, she could get to know the real him. The one that had been lost to the whole show monkey he had been turned into. And Bucky could talk to someone that couldn’t judge him, because they didn’t know who he was before the war. So they each found some paper and sat at a table together to write you a letter back.

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You were surprised when you checked your mailbox a few weeks later to find two letters waiting for you. By the time you were done reading the first one, you had decided that you would write them another letter. You know how it felt to have no family so if you could cheer someone up with something as simple as a letter you would do it. It’s not like you had much to do at home other than going to work a few hours a week at the general store and spending time with Lottie.

After you read Bucky’s letter you grabbed Steve’s confirming that they were friends as they had mentioned each other in the letter. After doing some cleaning around the house you sit back down with paper and pen ready to reply to them both.

For the following few months you spend most of your time either waiting for the mail or reading their letters and responding. With Steve you share your own story of loss, with your mother having passed when you were just 15 and your father a year ago. Also challenging him on the fact that the sunset looked better from your porch than from any fire escape in the city. Bucky loves talking about his favorite books and all of the things he wants to do once he gets back. They both learn of your love for knitting, something you learned from your grandmother and wanting to visit New York City more. You’ve learned quite a lot about the pair, like the fact that they have known each other since they were very young. How Steve was always getting into fights and Bucky always had to come to his rescue. It was bittersweet to think of how they would deal if something happened to the other? Whenever you missed them, which was all the time, you went through the dozens of letters you had and reread them.

As the Christmas season was approaching you were able to send them some gifts, a sketchbook and charcoal for Steve and a copy of the Hobbit for Bucky. He spoke about how he loved it so much that you bought a copy for yourself and even told him how much you were enjoying the story. They were small gifts but Steve and Bucky had become very important to you. You had sent them early enough and hoped they would get there by Christmas. You also sent them a picture of you, one each. They hadn’t requested it but you thought it was time for them to see you. It wasn’t anything fancy, some close ups Lottie took of you, your hair curled with flowers pinned in it, with vines as a backdrop. You wore your mother’s earring and necklace and a big smile graced your lips. Lottie made sure to take a few so that you could send each of them a picture, tucked into the letter.

While your friendship with the boys developed, Lottie had her own so-called friendship with a soldier of her own. She was absolutely smitten with him and he promised that as soon as he made it home he would find her so they could officially meet in person. It ended up being sooner than expected. You had been over at her house, having dinner with her and her parents like you normally did on Sundays when you heard the knocking on the door. She moved quickly to get to the door and the gasp you heard had you moving.

At the door was a man dressed in a military uniform, dark hair perfectly coiffed with matching dark eyes. You knew it was him, Daniel, he had somehow sent her a photograph of himself while overseas. The first thing that came to mind was why he was there if he should be back there but then you noticed the crutches. As you looked down you noticed he was missing a leg. You knew Lottie didn’t care about something like that and the matching smiles on their faces was the proof. Her parents moved around you to greet the man that had stolen their daughter’s heart and for just a moment for the first time in your life you were jealous of your friend. She had her soldier with her, she knew he was safe. You on the other hand hadn’t heard from Bucky or Steve in weeks, even before you sent the last letters. It was to be expected but still they had become such an important part of you that you were worried they had been injured or worse.

“Y/N?” Lottie’s voice cuts through your thoughts.

“Yeah.”

“Forgive her Danny, she has her own soldiers she worries about.” She mentions with a smile.

“Really? Who are they? Maybe I’ve fought alongside them.” He gives you a small smile.

“Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes.” You tried to keep your hopes down. What were the odds that they knew each other?

“Steve and Bucky?” At the mention of their names your breath hitches. “Well they’re the reason I’m standing here today. They saved my life and the life of a few hundred soldiers. Unstoppable those two and the howling commandos.” He smiles at you but you can see in his eyes he’s reliving those moments.

“When was the last time you saw them?” You ask.

“About two weeks ago, they headed out for another mission. They stopped by the hospital to check on a few of us before they left. They’re the kindest and bravest men I’ve ever met.”

“Thank you.” You smile at him as you grab your coat and purse, heading towards the door. “I think I’ll head home now Lottie. It was nice to meet you Daniel and I’m happy you’re home.”

There was a little bit of comfort knowing they had been okay two weeks ago. As you make it to your driveway you stop to check the mailbox after having been out of your house all day. With the knowledge that they were out on a mission you doubted there would be anything waiting for you but to your surprise there are two letters and your heart flutters when you see their handwriting on the envelope.

With the letters in hand you quickly make your way into your home and sit at the table.

You smile as you finish reading it. Of course you want to meet him, meet both of them, in person. Bucky’s letter is already in your hand and you carefully open the envelope. As you unfold the paper a picture falls out and a small gasp leaves your lips. On the back it has their names scribbled and now you finally know what they look like.

You laugh towards the end of the letter but truth be told there was something that didn’t sit right with you about this longer mission. Hope was the only thing that you could cling to.

From that night on worry would consume your every waking moment. You knew they wouldn’t be able to send anything for a while but it still didn’t stop you from checking the mailbox everyday. Although they said not to mail any letters to them you still wrote them. The moment you received your first letter you would send all of yours to them. Most of them were boring, you wrote about some things that needed to be fixed around your family home or the job at the general store. You also informed them about Lottie and Daniel and how they were now in a relationship. Daniel had decided to move out to this small town when the time was right. For the moment he would travel from the city down and back.

You kept their picture with you at all times, an involuntary smile appeared anytime you looked at it. It had been two months since the last letter and still no word from either of them. With every passing moment dread pooled in your chest as you awaited for any news. At best they really were just going from mission to mission without having time to write or a way to send a letter. At worst they were lying in a field somewhere in Europe forgotten as the war raged on.

Your worst fears would come true sooner than you hoped.

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You cried the whole night and the next day, you were completely inconsolable. Lottie stayed with you the whole time and held you as you broke down in her arms.

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It had been weeks since you received the letter from Howard. The war had been won and you had no news on the two men that held your heart. Adding to the ache of loss Lottie and Daniel got married and she would be leaving for her honeymoon. You had never spent so much time away from each other. The wedding had been beautiful but all you could do was think of the soldiers that you’d most likely never meet in person.

You stood on the porch of your best friend’s home. Saying your goodbyes and wishing the happy couple a safe trip. Their plan was to take a train into the city and then figure it out from there.

“I’m gonna miss you.” Lottie says as she hugs you.

“I’m going to miss you more.”

“Take care of yourself will you? I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Of course, and I’ll come by and check on your folks every once in a while.” you smile at her as you fix her hair.

“Well we better get going before we miss the train.”

You watch as Lottie’s father puts the suitcases in the trunk of his car. “Wait.” you say as you rush down the few steps, your keys in hand. “Take my car.”

“No we couldn’t do that. How will you get around?”

“I’ll figure it out, don't worry.”

“I can drive her to the general store and pick her up until you get back.” her father offered with a kind smile.

“You see, now here you’ll be more comfortable in the car.”

“Ok, we’ll take good care of it I promise.”

Lottie’s father moves the suitcases to your car and you wave them off as they pull away from the driveway before disappearing down the road. You spent some time with the older couple asking them how they felt that their only daughter is now a married woman and if they were excited at the possibility of grandchildren. When the time came you said your goodbyes for the evening before heading out. They had offered to drive you home but you assured them that you wanted to walk to clear your mind. By the time you got home all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and maybe reread some of their letters. Your favorites you kept on your nightstand for occasions like this.

After reading one or two while laying in bed you wiped away a stray tear as you thought about Steve and Bucky and what could have happened to them. No other letter was sent and you convinced yourself that Bucky didn’t make it and that Steve became reckless.

In your emotional exhaustion you must have dozed off because the morning sun was gone and by the clock in your room it was 3:00 pm. But something woke you up and for a moment you thought you made it up. Then there was the faint sound of footsteps on your porch and you move to the window to look out towards the long drive way that connects to the street. You narrow your eyes as you look at the figure in an Army uniform walking away from your home, you gasp.

“Steve?” you whisper as you begin to run out of your room, down the stairs toward the front door and yank it open. “STEVE!” you yell and he stops and turns before starting to move towards you. You ran down the steps and your body collided into his as he wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up in a hug. Your arms were around his neck and your face was tucked into his neck as silent tears stained your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I should have written to let you know everything was ok. I’m so sorry sweetheart.” He hugged you tighter as he let the realization that he was finally holding you in his arms sink in. It’s the only thing he’s thought about since he started receiving your letters. “Y/N? Sweetheart, are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m ok.” you say pulling back and finally getting a good look at him before shoving him lightly. “Do you know how worried I’ve been?”

“I wasn’t thinking clearly, I can’t begin to understand how worried you must have been. Will you be able to forgive me?”

“I’ll think about it.”

His ocean blue eyes were looking back at you with adoration and guilt. He was truly handsome and then he smiled and you thought your heart might explode. He places you back down and he wipes away a few tears.

“We were going to stop by the general store if we didn’t find you here.” He says while keeping his hands around your waist.

“We?”

“Yeah us.” He smiles again and he moves his gaze from you toward the car and you follow it. Leaning against it was Bucky with a small smile on his face as he looked at you with nothing but affection. He looked shy, which was not the Bucky you knew from the letters. You smile at him and move quickly until you’re standing in front of him. It’s when you notice his left arm in a sling and you cautiously move to give him a hug. His right arm wraps around your waist as he pulls you in.

“Hi Sugar.” He whispers into your ear.

“Bucky.” you manage to choke out. “The letter that your friend sent said you were in the hospital. That it wasn’t looking good.” You pull back to look at him, your hands cup his face gently.

“I did say I’d take you dancing didnt I?” He smiles at you.

“Are you ok?”

“The doctor says I might have some limited mobility but I should be fine.”

“He’s tougher than he looks sweetheart.” Steve says from behind you.

“Did you do this for the picture?” You look over at Steve.

Steve laughs and instantly it’s one of your favorite sounds. There is some amusement in his voice when he answers, like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

“No I didn’t but my picture is missing. I might have to go through his things.”

“You hear that Sugar, I’m standing here injured and he’s accusing me of stealing.” Bucky says in mock offense as he pulls you into his chest again.

“Ok you two, don’t start.” You beam at them. “Let’s go inside, I'm sure you’re both tired.”

Bucky offers you his right arm and you take it as Steve walks beside you until you’re at the front door. You usher them into the living room offering to make them something to eat both they assure you they aren’t hungry. So you make some coffee instead and plate up some cookies as they get comfortable. You were about to take a seat in the armchair until they both patted the empty space between them.

Your body moved before your brain could decide and you found yourself sandwiched between both soldiers.

“Sugar,” Bucky’s voice is gentle. “We are so sorry for not writing to you these last few weeks. It wasn’t because of you or anything I swear.”

“Well Bucky was in the hospital and because of the unit we were in we had more things to finish up before we could leave. And we know that it’s not a good enough reason and we understand if you don’t ever want to see us again. We just wanted to see you in person at least once.”

You look at Steve and then at Bucky with unshed tears in your eyes.

“Please say something, anything.” Bucky says.

“I’m just glad you’re safe and that this war is finally over.” You say before leaning into Bucky’s side, hiding your face in his chest while your hand holds Steve’s. After some time you moved and hugged Steve again. You talked about what had happened since the last letter they sent, how they had just missed meeting Lottie. The conversation moved from the living room to the kitchen as the sun started to get lower in the sky. They insisted on taking you somewhere but ultimately you won after asking when was the last time they had a proper home cooked meal.

The conversation over dinner was easy, they talked about the pranks they pulled on each other and their friends while overseas, you told them of the trouble you used to get into with Lottie when you were younger. Bucky told you about how his mother and sister were. Steve explained how he got into the army. Being with them felt like you had known each other your whole lives.

Before you knew it the coffee table was moved to the side, music was playing and your head was resting against Bucky’s chest while you swayed in the middle of the living room. Both men take turns to dance with you and more importantly telling you how they felt. Steve kissed you first. It was soft and sweet just like him. There was no time for you to process what was happening when you felt Bucky’s lips on yours, his kiss was sweet and passionate. It was the perfect way to end the night.

When you realize what time it is, it’s too late for them to go to the small hotel in town and get a room so you offer them the guest rooms. Spending one night turned into a week, the week turned into a year and a year turned into a lifetime. There were highs and lows since your relationship wasn’t a conventional one but you would never change the love you’ve shared or the birthday parties, holidays and vacations. You, Steve and Bucky watched your children grow up and live their own lives.

Now you sat on the porch like you had so many times before, your legs were on Steve’s lap while you rested your back against Bucky’s chest. Even in your older age you couldn’t help but admire the men that gave you the best years of your lives. Their hair had more gray than the blond and dark brown they used to be, their full beards with the same gray peppered in but they still had that brightness in their eyes that you fell in love with. You were reminiscing about when you first met. How it had all started with a letter. Bucky and Steve told you that in the moments when they thought they wouldn’t make it you were what helped them push forward.

It was rare that they talked about their time during the war but they assured you that out of all of the missions they completed, meeting the girl in the picture had been the most important.

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 1 year

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Teacher's pet pt.2

Pairings | Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers (platonic), Bucky Barnes x reader, Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings | 18+, fingering, oral (f!receiving), mmf!threesome (kinda)

Word count | 716

Summary | teaching Stevie how to pleasure a woman

Masterlist | part one

"Okay." Steve nodded, and jotted something down.

"Buck? I'm home!" Your voice rang through the small apartment, your kitten heels clicking softly against the wood floor as you strode towards Bucky and Steve. "What'cha doing?" You hummed, dropping down next to Bucky.

Steve went scarlet, the whole way down beneath his shirt and Bucky held back a chuckle.

"What? What's goin' on?" You asked, looking between the two friends.

"I'm teaching Stevie how to pleasure a woman." Bucky said, a proud smirk plastered over his lips.

"Is that so?" You raised a brow at Steve, who nodded sheepishly.

"Sure is." Bucky chirped.

"Why don't you show me how you'd do it?" You ask, leaning in to press a short kiss to his jugular.

"Of course, doll. You get yourself nice and comfortable and I'll be with you in a minute."

"Should I leave?" Steve asked timidly, and you and Bucky shared an amused look.

"No silly, he's gonna show both of us how to do it." You grinned, and Steve gulped. You leant into him more, "I might even let you have a play if you're good."

You had to hold back a laugh at Steve's shocked face, your breath hot on his skin as you'd winked at him before pulling away.

"Don't be too long." You simpered, pushing yourself up and strolling into the bedroom.

You wouldn't be surprised if Steve had heard you and Bucky going at it before, as there was only one bedroom in the boys' small apartment.

He'd never mentioned hearing it before though, so you could understand Steve's nervous and flustered state.

You sighed, draping yourself over Bucky's twin bed before letting your hands trail over your stomach, over your breasts.

"Start in' without us, pretty girl?" Bucky smirked, arms folded over his chest as he leant in the doorway.

You grinned at him as a very red Steve stumbled into the room.

"G'wan, have a go." Bucky encouraged, patting Steve on the shoulder. Steve gulped before walking over to you and dropping to his knees at the foot of your bed.

Bucky sat himself down on Steve's bed, which ran parallel to his own to make it easy to push the two tighter together if the nights got too cold and they needed to share body heat.

You gave Steve a reassuring nod as he leant towards you, and he returned a small smile before diving forwards.

"Shit, Steve! You sure you haven't done this before?" You breathed as he lapped over your clit.

He hummed against you, and before long you felt a slim finger push into your entrance. You shuddered, back arching as he curled upwards.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You exclaimed as Steve nipped at your clit, his finger finding that one spot that always made you see stars.

You had stopped paying attention to anything but Steve's mouth and fingers, so barely noticed Bucky stand up and crouch down next to the bed you were spread across.

With one arm braced on the mattress, Bucky reached over and cupped your cheek in his hand. His thumb traced your lips before slipping between them.

"Such a dirty mouth, doll." He chuckled, and your eyes rolled back into your skull.

Your legs flayed, and one of your heels dug into Steve's back as you neared your climax. Steve groaned into your folds and Bucky grinned.

"She's nearly there, pal. Keep goin'." Bucky mumbled, pressing down on your tongue with his thumb as you keened.

"Oh my god! Steve you feel so good!" You dried out as you came, thighs shaking around Steve's head as he brought you your release.

"Good girl." Bucky hummed, pulling away at the same time as Steve.

Breathing hard, you looked down to see Steve eyeing you with dark eyes, a satisfied grin on his lips. You chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

"You are trouble." You mumbled, and Bucky laughed along with you.

#bucky barnes x steve rogers #bucky barnes x reader smut #steve rogers x reader smut #stucky x reader smut #stucky smut #preserum!steve smut #40s!steve rogers #40s!bucky

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chrisdrysdale · 1 year

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woah.. part 3

40s!steve x fiancé!reader

part one is here! part two is here!

a/n: they get married! and let's just pretend steve and bucky lived.

This day had been a long time coming for both of you. Steve couldn’t wait to see you in that dress again. As the music began to play Steve straightened his back up and faced forward. He watched the corner of his eyes, as everyone stood up and gasped at you as you began to walk down the aisle.

Steve slowly turned his head and teared up as he saw you, Bucky also tearing up and patting Steve’s back in approval. You approached him and stood in front, tears also in your eyes. “Hi”. You whispered out before handing your bouquet to your maid of honour and taking Steve’s hand. The officiator announced his openings before you got the vows. Steve went first, taking his piece of paper from Bucky. “Y/N, I have loved you since we were kids and I was waiting for the day that i could finally build up the courage to tell you how i feel and make you mine, unfortunately that day never came as you told me first”. Both you and the crowd chuckled at his words. “You’re the woman of my dreams and I promise to treat you right no matter what happens in this world, if our love stayed strong through two wars, I’m positive we can get through anything”. You sniffled at his words and blew him a kiss as he tucked his paper into his pocket and as you reached around and took yours from your maid of honour. “Steve.. I’ve always known I wanted to marry you, whether it was playing husband and wife in Bucky’s back garden, forcing him to be our son, even though he was bigger than both of us, or when you crashed to through the window of my dress fitting, I’ve always known I wanted to marry you. I hope that we stay strong to whatever this crazy world throws at us and that we can still love each other no matter what. I love you Steven Grant Rogers”.

He smiled at you and took your hands again as you both did the rings. You went through the rest of the ceremony before looking at each other eagerly as the officiator announced. “I now pronounce you Husband and Wife, you may kiss the bride”. Steve quickly grabbed your hips and pulled you in, kissing you hard. The crowd erupted into cheers as Steve pulled away and grabbed your hand, running down the aisle with you as people through rose petals. As you got outside, camera’s flashed lots of news reporters wanting to the get the first photos of Captain America’s wedding. You were quickly rushed into the car by some government men sent to protect Steve. As you got in Steve turned to you and smiled.

“We did it”

#steve rogers #chris evans #cevans #40s!steve rogers #chris evans characters #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fandom #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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I miss Assylum!Steve. What's he been up to?

“Are you warm enough?” The wood crackles and pops when Steve threw another log on the fire, his head stooped low as he blew into the fireplace to further stoke it.

“I’m fine.” You reply yet shiver, your teeth clattering as you tug the blanket further against your body. “I’ll warm up soon enough.”

“It’ll be a bad winter,” Steve closes the fireplace door and opens the damper, wiping his hands against his shirt before he stands and crosses the living room.

His barefeet traipse along the hardwood floor and he only stops once to pick up another blanket before he joins you on the sofa. He opens his arms and you dove for his embrace, curling in on his warmth and his strength.

“Sweetheart,” Steve rubs your back and eases you as best as he can, “I promised I would make this a home for you and I mean it.”

“I trust you Steve.” Your eyes flutter closed and you sigh, hearing his heart beat is about as calming as you can get. “I know you will.”

“Its you and me,” Steve whispers, he croons and draped the second blanket across you both, “I promise as your husband that I will do everything to keep you safe.”

“Steve-“

“You took care of me,” his voice was soft, almost demure, “when no one else thought I was sane, you did. When everyone else thought I was a lost cause, you cared about me. Not because I was Captain America but-“

You cut him off by nuzzling your cheek against his chest, drifting off into sleep. “-because you’re Steve. Because you’re my sweet, Steve.”

“And you’re mine.” Steve kissed the top of your head, his eyes closing in tune with yours. “You are what I’ve always dreamed of.”

#asylum!steve rogers x reader #asylum!steve rogers x nurse!reader #asylum!steve rogers #asylum #40s!steve rogers #40s!steve x reader

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navybrat817 · 10 months

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Any chance for 40s Steve?

Pre-serum!Steve, nonnie? Possibly. Would need the right story for him. Could possibly tie in with When You Move, I Move.

Love and thanks. ❤️

#navybrat answers #character ask #steve rogers #pre-serum!steve rogers #40s!steve rogers #sweet nonnie #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated

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itzjulianajj · 2 years

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Does anyone know any good fics about 40's Steve and Bucky meeting Modern Steve and Bucky? Cause like these fan arts are driving me crazy I want to read a fic about them😭🙏

#bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #steve rogers #stevebucky #captain america #captain america winter soldier #winter soldier #40s!steve rogers #40s!bucky #40s bucky #modern bucky barnes #stucky #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #fanfic

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literaryavenger · 1 month

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Birthday Kiss

Summary: It's Bucky's birthday and he decides to spend it with his best friend, Steve, and Steve's little sister, you.

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader, Brother!Steve Rogers x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Angst. Idiots in love. Fluff. Vague mentions to sex. Language 'cause I can't help myself. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 3.4K

Prompt: "So what should I say?" "when?" "when I love someone." "you should say it"

A/N: Since it's almost Bucky's birthday I wanted to celebrate it with my first fic with 40s Bucky! He's one of my favorite Buckys and I've been wanting to write about him for a while and I finally got this idea! Hope someone enjoys it! In my mind this happens like a year before Captain America: The First Avenger, so Bucky is turning 25, Steve is 23 and the Reader is 21, but you can always imagine any age you want. As always, any ideas for fics are appreciated!

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You enter the room to see Bucky is hanging out in yours and Steve's apartment, like he always does, sitting down at the window, smoking a cigarette and reading the evening newspaper while a football game plays on the television in the living room and Steve sits on the couch, drawing on his notebook.

You're used to Bucky being here, he's your big brother's best friend and you've come to be very close friends with him too, even if you wished there was more.

As clichè as it is to have a crush on your brother's best friend, you couldn't help it. He was handsome and funny, and he's always sweet and protective of you.

You've known him since you were 9 years old, and he's the only family you have left other than Steve.

"Is this really how you're going to spend your birthday?" You ask Bucky as you sit on the couch next to Steve.

Bucky turns around towards you with a bright smile, his blue eyes lighting up as soon as he sees you, like they always do whenever he's around you.

He puts out the cigarette and stands up, walking over to you, sitting down on your other side and pulling you into a side hug.

"Hey, doll. I didn't think you were gonna be here today." He says, although he seems more happily surprised by your presence than disappointed.

"I live here, Barnes." You tease him with a smile. "Unlike you."

He rolls his eyes playfully as Steve snickers next to you while he keeps drawing. "I know that. I meant, I thought you were gonna be out with your friends tonight."

"I didn't feel like it." You dismiss him quickly, not wanting to actually say out loud that you'd rather spend his birthday with him doing nothing than go out with your friends, so you try to casually change the subject. "I thought you'd at least want to spend today with Dot."

Dot isn't actually Bucky's girlfriend, they've been on a few dates and you've seen them together a couple of times, but Bucky introduced her to you as a friend so you don't think they're that serious.

Not that Bucky ever is, girls are always all over him and he takes advantage of that. He's a ladies man.

But you try not to worry too much about his love life, not wanting to hurt yourself more than knowing Bucky will never see you like that already does.

"Well, I wanted to spend my birthday with my favorite pair of siblings. She can give me my birthday kiss tomorrow." He says with a grin while ruffling your hair.

"So... What's been going on with you lately, doll? Anything interesting happening in your life?" He asks curiously after a pause, genuinely wanting to know more about your day-to-day activities and experiences.

"I... Well, I went on my first date." You say shyly while playing with the edge of your dress.

Bucky's eyes widen in surprise, his interest piqued by your sudden confession. "First date? Who was it with? How'd it go?" He asks with what seems like excitement but mentally preparing himself to potentially become jealous or possessive no matter who you mention.

"It was fine..." You say quietly, still not looking at him. "It just wasn't... It wasn't what I was expecting..."

Bucky senses something off in your tone and expression, and immediately becomes concerned. He places a gentle hand on your knee, trying to comfort you without making it too obvious.

"What happened, doll? Did things not go as well as you hoped they would? Are you feeling okay?" He asks softly, trying to gauge whether or not you want to open up about what happened during your date and if there's anything he can do to make it better.

You don't really know how to answer his question, so you don't, simply glancing at him before looking away and shrugging.

"Tell me what happened, I'm here for you no matter what. If that guy hurt your feelings or made you uncomfortable, I'll kick his ass for sure." He promises fiercely, his protective instincts kicking into high gear whenever you seem vulnerable or upset.

You giggle weakly at his protectiveness but still don't look at him, so he takes your chin gently but firmly and makes you look at him. "Tell me what happened on your date. Was it some creep who tried to grope you or something worse? Because if he did, I swear to god I will find him and break his fucking legs."

"That's not it, Bucky." You say quickly. "It's just... He just... He wasn't..." You. He wasn't you. That's what you want to tell him, but you can't, so you sigh and shrug again. "He just wasn't my type."

Bucky knew what was your type. He knew he was your type, he has seen you ogle him countless times when he walked past you or sat near you.

He also knew that you had never shown any interest in any of the men who approached you, always dismissing them as not good enough for you. Or at least that's why he thought you did.

Glancing at Steve before looking back at you again, Bucky says quietly. "Well, that's too bad for him I guess."

"It doesn't matter, I'm not seeing him again." I say quietly, avoiding both Steve and Bucky's eyes.

Bucky's brow furrowed in confusion, he couldn't believe you were so quick to give up on a potential relationship just because the guy didn't live up to your impossible standards.

"Doll, you gotta give guys more of a chance. They ain't all as bad as you seem to think they are." He scolds you playfully, but there was also a hint of underlying irritation in his tone as he takes a long sip from his beer bottle.

You glance at him before looking away again. "So... You think I should go on another date with that guy?" You ask quietly.

Bucky thought for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of pushing you to go on another date with the mystery guy. "Yeah, actually. I mean, if you think he's worth giving a second chance, then why not? And if he turns out to be a total dud again, then at least you can say you gave it a shot. But only if you're really sure he's worth your time though. Don't waste it on some loser who doesn't appreciate everything you have to offer."

He advised you, trying to strike a balance between being supportive and challenging you to take risks when it came to relationships. "But whatever you decide, don't let me pressure you into doing something you don't want to do. You've gotta follow your heart, doll."

"You know, Stevie doesn't care this much about who I date, and he's my older brother." You tease Bucky while glancing at Steve.

Bucky snorts in amusement, "Yeah well, I'm not your brother, sweetheart, but I'm your friend and your wingman, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna sit back and watch you throw away a potential chance to be happy. Now come on, make up your mind already. Are you gonna give the guy another chance or not?" He pressed, playfully but determinedly.

You look at his face for a moment before looking away again and sighing. "I'm not." You say quietly but firmly. "I'm not going on a second date with that guy." You clarify.

Bucky felt his jaw tighten a little as he realized that you had completely ignored his previous suggestion and were instead deciding against giving the guy a second chance.

He didn't like the idea of you potentially missing out on something good due to your own stubbornness, but he also knew that he couldn't force you to do anything you didn't truly want to do.

"Well, fuck. Guess that settles that then," He said after a moment of silence, trying to hide his disappointment but failing miserably. "You're really gonna just throw that opportunity away? Fine, suit yourself, I guess. But don't expect me to hold your hand or anything when you get sad because you're alone. You're on your own with that shit."

"I guess I am." You say quietly before getting up from the couch and going to the window, climbing into the emergency staircase to go up to the roof, like you do most nights to watch the stars.

Bucky watches you leave, feeling a mix of frustration and concern as he realizes that you're retreating to your usual spot on the roof rather than staying and talking to him.

He wants to call after you, to make sure you're okay, but he knows better than to push you if you need time alone.

Instead, he takes a deep breath and tries to focus on the present moment, reminding himself that sometimes people need space and time to themselves.

"Fine. Have it your way," he calls after you, knowing that there isn't much else he can do in this situation. "But don't think for a second that I won't be keeping an eye on you up there. You better not try anything stupid."

You roll your eyes but don't stop, going up to the roof, that's right above yours and Steve's apartment, and sitting on the picnic blanket you and Steve use every night.

After a few minutes someone else comes to the roof and you can tell it's Steve by the light steps. "You sure you want to let Bucky alone in our apartment, Stevie? I'm afraid he might burn it down." You joke weakly without turning around to look at him, your eyes locked in the city's skyline.

Steve chuckles and you can feel him sitting down next to you. It's not the first time you sit together on the roof, everybody in your apartment building knows this is the Rogers siblings' spot.

You don't say anything and neither does Steve, and you're especially glad he doesn't say anything when he sees a tear falling down your cheek but simply wraps his arm around you as you lay your head on his shoulder.

"What's going on in your head, little sis?" Steve asks you after you stop crying.

You try to gather your thoughts, trying to find a way to make sense of everything swirling in your head. You take a deep breath before you pull away slightly and turn your head towards the city again. "What should I say?" You ask quietly.

"When?" Steve asks with a frown.

"When I love someone." I clarify looking back at him.

"You should say it." He tells you firmly. It's not the first time you've talked about this, Steve knows about your feelings for Bucky and like a good big brother he always tells you to express yourself. "You should tell him."

You sigh and look away from him and back to the New York skyline. "I don't know, Stevie..."

"Why not, Bambi?" You smile softly at his use of your childhood nickname because Bambi is your favorite book, but then you shake your head.

"Have you seen the way he looks at Dot? I have no chance with him. I'm not his type." You say with conviction.

"You really don't see it?" Steve ask, getting a little frustrated.

"See what?" You ask confusedly while looking back at him.

"The difference between you and her is that he looks at her like she's the prettiest girl in the world," Steve says and your heart sinks so you look away from him, but he still goes on. "but when he looks at you it's like... It's like maybe you're magic. He looks at you with such reverence and respect. He looks at you like if he could just have you in his arms, everything would be okay. Like if he had you, nothing could touch him. He looks at you like he just realized what love is."

Steve pauses and grabs your chin gently to make you look at him before finishing. "He loves you. Anyone can see that. You're just too blind to notice it."

Steve kisses your forehead and then gets up and goes back inside to the apartment, leaving you to think about everything he said.

You lay down on the picnic towel on the ground of the roof and look up at the stars. Could Steve be right? Does Bucky really love you back but you just haven't noticed?

If Bucky had feelings for you, certainly you would've noticed.

Yes, he's protective of you and he's always happy to have you around, but you've been friends for over a decade and he is your brother's best friend, so he probably sees you as just that. His best friend's sister.

But he never did treat you like Steve's annoying little sister.

Even when you were kids he always tried to include you in their games and literally held your hand whenever the three of you went somewhere, like the park a few blocks over.

He would always coo on you when you got any scrapes while playing and kiss your boo-boos away.

He's always been very sweet to you and he stood up for you as much as he did for Steve whenever someone bothered you.

But could that really be actual love? Or is it just affection for a girl he's known since you were little and sees as his own little sister?

You rub your eyes before putting your hands behind your head, getting comfortable while looking at the sky full of stars.

In the meantime, Bucky heard everything from the window of your apartment.

He couldn't deny the truth of what Steve had said, he did look at you with a sense of reverence and respect, like you held the key to unlocking his heart and making everything else in his life fall into place.

But he also knew that he had to tread carefully, to approach you in the right way or risk scaring you off completely.

As much as he wanted to take control of the situation and make things happen on his terms, he knew that he needed to let you come to him, to give you space to process everything that Steve told you and to allow you time to realize how much you actually mean to him.

As Steve climbs back into the window, he gives Bucky a pointed look and a pat in the back, silently encouraging him to talk to you.

Bucky takes a deep breath and then climbs into the stairs, getting to the roof but not getting any closer to you. He's determined to talk to you, but his nerves are getting the best of him.

You can hear Bucky coming to the roof and when he doesn't move closer you frown slightly but think he's just giving you a moment before sitting next to you.

When he stays put for a couple of minutes, you roll your eyes and with a small smile you say "You can come lay down next to me, if you want." Loudly enough for him to hear, your eyes never leaving the stars above you.

Bucky's heart skips a beat as he hears your invitation, and without hesitation he steps forward and drops down onto the towel beside you.

You can tell he's trying to keep his movements quiet, not wanting to startle you or disturb your peaceful contemplation.

He lays there quietly for a few moments, taking in the sight of you lying there so effortlessly beautiful, before finally speaking.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to hear those words coming from your mouth," he whispers and moves closer to you, placing one arm around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder, feeling incredibly vulnerable by the fact that you were so physically close and you were allowing him to get even closer.

"Thanks for letting me do this," he added, indicating the embrace.

"It's not the first time we've watched the stars together, Buck..." You whisper back, resting your head on his while willing your heart to stop beating so fast.

Bucky smiles softly, feeling a warm sense of contentment wash over him as he wraps his arms around you, feeling incredibly grateful for this moment of intimacy between the two of you.

He can feel the gentle weight of your body against his, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world. He listens to the sound of your breathing, feeling his heartbeat slow down as he takes comfort in your presence.

"Yeah, it's not the first time... But it feels different tonight." He whispers back, feeling a newfound confidence and boldness coursing through his veins.

He moves even closer to you, pressing his face against your neck and inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of your skin. "I've always... I've always wanted to hold you like this."

"I... I always wanted you to..." You whisper back hesitantly and bite your lip when he presses his face against your neck, almost scared to move, worried that if you do it'll ruin the moment.

Bucky feels a surge of pleasure course through his body as he hears your response, knowing that you too cherished these special moments with him.

When you don't say anything at his physical contact he continues to hold you tightly, feeling a deep sense of connection growing between you.

He presses his lips against your neck, gently kissing and nibbling on your skin, feeling a newfound desire burning within him that he had never experienced before.

He wants more than anything to take things further, to remove your clothing and explore every inch of your body with his hands and mouth, but he forces himself to remain patient and wait for your signal that you actually want something more intimate.

"You know... I've always been afraid to show you how much I really care about you," he whispers into your ear, his voice barely audible over the sound of the city below them.

"Steve thinks you love me..." You say quietly, hoping to god that your idiot brother is right for once in his life.

Bucky freezes a little, feeling a mixture of relief and surprise wash over him. He's surprised at your boldness but so relieved that the truth is finally out there.

But he also knows you well enough to know that if he wants you to truly believe that he loves you, then he has to act quickly to prove it to you and make sure that you never doubt his feelings again.

"Yeah... I do love you, Doll. More than anything else in this world. And I'm sorry that I didn't say it sooner... But I was afraid to lose you." He admits quietly, as he takes your face in his hands.

"You really mean that?" You ask quietly, a mix of hope and uncertainty clear in your voice.

"I do." He says without hesitation while he looks at your beautiful face turned towards his. "And I want to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I care about you."

The smile that comes to your face is so bright that it feels to Bucky like the sun suddenly came up in the middle of the night.

"I know you already gave me a birthday gift," He says, referring to the jacket you gave him this morning. "But can I ask you for one more?"

You're definitely curious about what he wants so you nod. "Sure, what is it?"

"Can you give me a birthday kiss?" He asks quietly while brushing a strand of hair aways from your face and behind your ear.

You blush a little and can't help but smile because he wants a birthday kiss from you, not Dot or any other girl, and you nod slowly as you start leaning in.

Bucky meets you halfway and when your lips touch it feels like fireworks, your stomach filling with butterflies while he brings you closer to him while deepening the kiss.

After a few minutes you both pull away for air, breathing heavily while looking at each other. "Wow." Is all he says after a moment.

You giggle and bite your lip. "Happy birthday, Bucky." You say softly and give him a kiss on the cheek before settling back against him, your head on his chest as you look up at the stars.

Bucky wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and then relaxes while looking up too, more content than ever to finally have you in his arms.

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artwinx · 7 months

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and they were best friends since childhood...

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sadbucksblog asked: Ok here’s a thought that’s been running through my head. 1940s steve forcing himself on shy!innocent!reader and forcing her to marry him. Later when reader found out that he ‘died’ (during the plane crash), she was secretly glad. But surprise surprise Endgame steve came back to return the infinity stones n decides to stay with his widow for good.In my head, endgame steve is meaner & more jaded 😈

Oh, definitely!! Endgame Steve gives the most dom vibes out of all his previous versions. If reader thought Steve was bad in the 1940s, she has another thing coming when he returns. His stay in the modern age has corrupted him more and made him kinkier. Like imagine the things he would do against 40s reader now that he knows how to pleasure a woman, because I know for sure they didn’t care about that stuff in the 40s.

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - Following contains: non-con, explicit smut, forced marriage, misogyny, 40s gender roles, dom/sub dynamic, dom!Steve, unbalanced power dynamic, mentions of somnophilia, slight bondage, dumbification, loss of virginity.

Title: His return

I imagine with this scenario, Steve liked Y/N a lot before he received the serum. You were so sweet and actually nice to him unlike the rest of the girls, but whenever he asked you on a date, you would reject him, saying you only saw him as a good friend.

And so after he got his super soldier strength, he expected you to like him back, because all women love strong and masculine men who can protect and provide for them (at least that’s how the gender norms were back in the 1940s). So imagine to his surprise when you kindly reject him even then after he has become a living female fantasy.

He literally cannot contain his fury and forces himself on you the same day, ignoring your pleas when you beg him to stop because you wanted to save yourself for marriage and give your virginity to someone you love.

“Don’t worry, my love. It’s not a sin if we end up getting married. You will take me as your husband or I’m going to tell everyone how much of a whore you are for spreading your legs so easily for me.” Steve threatened.

You were so scared, and knowing you had little authority in this situation, you did as he said. You knew no one would side with you if you were to protest against the new hero of the country; Captain America.

A month later, the two of you married and became husband and wife. Steve made you into his little house wife, and for each mission he came home from, he would fuck you for hours until you passed out. You were so clueless of the things Steve did to you sometimes, like whenever he would thrust inside of you in a specific angle causing you to feel an arising sensation from your abdomen. You didn’t know what it was, but it felt good no matter how shameful you were of it.

Whenever you accidentally dropped something, like a plate of food or when you burned dinner in the oven because you forgot the time, Steve would punish you by harsh spanking, telling you how bad of a wife you are for messing up your husband’s food. You would cry and apologize profusely until he stopped and left you with a sore butt.

He would also take you when you were fast asleep. You were a light sleeper, and only would you wake up when he jackhammered into you, causing a burning feeling around your sore pussy. Steve was huge due to his bodily enhancement, and it took a while for you to get used to his size. He would hardly talk when he fucked you as his only mission was to cum for relief. Steve was a busy man after all, with the war still ongoing. The weeks he was gone were the most peaceful times of your life ever since Steve took claim of you.

One fateful day, a military personnel visited you at your house and gave you the unfortunate news of the Captain’s loss. You shedded tears, but not because of Steve’s death. It was rather because the nightmare of a life was finally over. You felt relieved knowing Steve could never put his hands on you ever again.

2 years pass by, and you have all forgotten about Steve Rogers. You would occasionally see his face on posters and articles, and while it brought back some of the trauma, you always reminded yourself that he was gone for good.

At least, you thought he was.

It was a day like any other in your small little suburban house that you moved to after selling Steve’s house, and you suddenly heard the doorbell ring to your front door. You shouted ‘coming!’ to whoever was waiting outside, and turned off the temperature of your oven where there were freshly baked cinnamon rolls waiting for you later.

You open the door, and it’s like your whole world shatters before your eyes. There he was, your unmistakably still alive husband standing there. He looked more older, and it was only 2 years ago he was announced dead.

“Hello, my love. Have you missed me?” He asked darkly. You shrieked and tried to escape through the back door, but it was too late. Steve ran after you and grabbed you around your waist and held you down on the floor, preventing you from struggling away.

“That is no way to greet your husband after thinking he was dead for such a long time. I expected better from you, my wife. Maybe you have forgotten who you belong to and I need to give your dumb little brain a reminder.” He said, and carried you upstairs to your bedroom.

He threw you onto the bed like a rag doll and started to tie your wrists with velvet ropes he had brought with him to the headboard. This was new to you from all your previous experiences of having sex with Steve, and it scared you. “S-Steve, what is this?..what are you-!”

“I’m going to fuck you so hard and make you wish you never pulled that little escape stunt earlier. Silly woman, thinking you stand a chance against me. You’re mine, and I’ll do everything in my power to make sure your dumb head understands that.”

He ripped your clothes off harshly, and he unbuttoned his trousers to free his cock from the restraints. You expected him to penetrate you like he always did before. That was the only type of sex you two were familiar with. But this ‘new’ version of Steve had different plans.

Your eyes widened when his face lowered at your pussy, causing you to feel distressed. “W-Wait, don’t do that!…I-It probably smells, I don’t want you to get too close to it!”

“Oh, Y/N, my sweet wife. You’re so clueless. What I did and did not do before I disappeared was when I was a boy. But I’m a man now, and I’m going to teach you so many things of how we can pleasure each other.”

His tongue stuck out of his mouth and he licked a stripe of your cunt, causing you to cry out a moan. You have never felt anything like this before. It almost felt unreal. It only got worse when his tongue glided between your pussy lips, gathering all your juices for him to savour.

“You taste delicious, my love. There isn’t a thing that’s more tastier than your sweet pussy…” he mumbled into your sensitive skin.

Steve never talked like this during sex, and somehow you preferred him not to talk because it made it easier to not enjoy it. This Steve however was making it harder to hate it with each new thing he did, and it made you feel horrible about yourself.

Suddenly, Steve used what felt like his thumb to rub at a particular spot. It caused your whole body to jolt at once like you were electrocuted, and you felt an overwhelming heat spread across your whole body.

“Do you know what this little pearl is, doll? It’s called a clitoris. It’s your most sensitive part of your pussy, and it will only be recognized as what engorges your wetness and surrounds your vagina in 2009 - about 70 years from now on. It also has about 8,000 nerve endings, which is why you become so sensitive when I touch it. Isn’t that fascinating, my love?”

You didn’t pick up a word of what he was rambling about because you were too out of it from his circling motion of rubbing your pearly nub. You couldn’t stop moaning and panting. Again came that familiar feeling of a rising high. Before you knew it, the feeling hit you like a wave and you felt your hole quivering.

“Aaaww, you just came. How cute….” He cooed, with a victorious grin. “Now, let’s get to the main course of this session. Haven’t been in this pussy for a loooong time. And I’m sure you’ve been a good girl not having anyone else inside you, right?”

You didn’t respond to that question, still pretty out of what had taken place moments earlier.

He slapped your cheek lightly but harsh enough to take you out from your daze. “Answer me, whore.”

“N-No! I haven’t, Steve! No one has been inside of me since you disappeared! I promise!” You answered with frantic.

He smiled again. “Good.”

He aimed his cock at your hole and shoved himself in with little care. He groaned loudly, sounding so content with the current feeling. “Oh, I’ve missed her…missed your pussy so much…I’ve missed you..” he said followed with a grunt. “I’m so glad I’m back. Back together with you.”

For the rest of the evening, he would torture you with new tricks of his that opened a new world of sex for you. By the end of the night, Steve had you wrapped in his strong arms, whispering the most obscene things and promises in your ear. Most of them were connected to one promise that made you dread for the future.

A promise of never leaving you ever again.

Note from author: this turned out a lot longer than I originally planned but I really enjoyed the concept and couldn’t help myself. I’m a hoe for endgame AND 40s Steve.🧍Anyways, thank you @sadbucksblog for sharing your idea! <3 Hope you enjoy it!

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