#psycho steve rogers
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I Can't Sleep, Cause My Bed's On Fire
Pairing: Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Dark!Female Reader x Dark!Steve Rogers, established Ransom Drysdale x f!reader, past Ransom Drysdale x Steve Rogers
Word Count: ~3.3k
Summary: In Germany, you and Ransom run into someone from his past. Part of the Psycho Killer AU
Warnings: Horror elements, feeding off people, references to mind control, explicit language, group sex (mmf), light degradation, a little past (and present) heartache, a lot of smut- All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI
Divider by @saradika-graphics
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A/N: Ahahahaha! Oh god, what have I done????
A HUGE thanks, as always, to @paperweight91 who let me flail all over her about this idea and read so, so much of it and talked me through the panic attack I always have when it's time to write smut.
Please come screech with me about this Steve. I'm so obsessed with him.
Ransom led you through the crowd by your hand. You lagged behind him as you tried to take in everything around you. People were dancing in cages, their eyes glossed over. There were humans laid out on tables as vampires fed on them. You saw no fewer than five couples fucking. This place was a wonderland.
While you were still in France, Ransom had heard rumors of a vampires-only club in Germany, so now, after chasing down leads, you were in Berlin. You hadn’t known what to expect from Valkyrie, but this was more than you could have dreamed. No one was hiding here, pretending to be human, pretending to be weak. Here things were in their natural order. Here, even after only a few minutes, you really felt at the top of the food chain. Your fangs dropped in excitement and you let them stay. You were with your people now.
Ransom took you to the bar, pulling you in front of him and resting his chin on your shoulder. “What do you have on tap?” he yelled above the din to one of the bartenders. They placed a narrow menu in front of you, then moved on to help someone else. You looked at the selection of blood, all different types, ages, and diets. Your eyes wandered down to the bottom of the menu. “Hey,” you said over your shoulder to Ransom, “what do you think the Captain’s Special is?”
He went completely still. “What’d you say?” he asked, deadly serious. Without waiting for an answer he sniffed deeply. “Oh shit. We have to get out of here. Right fucking now,” he said as he started pulling you away.
You stood your ground. “What? Ran, no! I wanna st–”
A chuckle over his shoulder interrupted you. “Of all the gin joints in all the world, huh, Ransom?”
He turned around very slowly to face an impossibly broad man, an inch or two taller than him with golden blonde hair and boy next door good looks. This new man looked about ten years younger than Ransom, but you knew better than to take that at face value. He reeked of power and experience.
“Steve,” Ransom said, cooly. “I thought you were still in Brooklyn.”
Steve shook his head, grinning. “Not for a few decades. It was time for a change.” He gave Ransom an obvious once-over. “You look good.”
Ransom scowled. “Where’s Bucky?”
Steve laughed and shrugged. “No idea. You know how Buck is.”
“I don’t actually.” Ransom said, and you weren’t sure you’d ever heard his voice be so cold. “I only met him at the end there.”
The grin didn’t leave Steve’s face. “Come on, you aren’t still upset about all that? You knew the score going in, Pup.”
“There were lots of things I didn’t know going in, Steve.”
Steve sighed. “You always were so stubborn,” he said, reaching a hand out to stroke Ransom’s cheek, and Ransom, right in front of your eyes, fucking leaned into it.
Without realizing it, a growl built up in your throat. Steve’s eyes cut to you for the first time. “Oh! And who’s this pretty little thing?”
At that, Ransom seemed to come back to himself. “None of your fucking business.”
Steve wasn’t deterred. His eyes bore into you. You’d never been looked at like that before. It was like he was looking inside you. You felt like he could see everything you’d ever done, everything you’d ever thought. It made you want to cower, but it also pulled you to him.
“Oh,” he said with a slight moan, “she is brand new. What’d you bring me, puppy?”
“I didn’t bring you anything.” Ransom growled. “She’s mine.”
Steve looked back at Ransom at that. “Yours? As in…”
“Yes.”
He looked at you critically. “Very interesting.” He held out a hand to you. “Steve Rogers. Welcome to my club.”
You took it and said your name. He brought your hand up to his lips and laid a soft kiss on your knuckles, then, as he released it, gave you a smile that you could only describe as predatory. “An absolute pleasure,” he said. He took a breath as if to say more when he was interrupted by someone in a club uniform whispering in his ear. He rolled his eyes. “I’ll be right there.” He turned back to Ransom. “I have to take care of this. But you should come back tomorrow night. I have a private room in the back. We’ll be able to catch up.” He glanced at you and licked his lips, then grabbed Ransom by the back of the neck and leaned in to give him one of the filthiest kisses you’d ever seen. Open-mouthed and wet. You could tell, even from the outside, how in control of it he was. It both made your knees weak and your blood boil. You were furious at Ransom for submitting to it. When he was done, he rested his forehead against Ransom’s and whispered, “I’ve missed you, Ran. Come back tomorrow.” When Steve pulled away, he winked at you. Then, over your head to the bartenders behind you, “Whatever they want is on me,” before disappearing back into the crowd.
Ransom grabbed your hand and tugged. “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he growled.
Once you were on the street outside, you pulled Ransom to a halt. “Who the fuck was that?” you shouted.
“That,” Ransom snarled, “was the fucking Captain!” At your blank look, he let out a heavy sigh. “Christ, you’re still so new. He’s a big fucking deal in our circles, ok? He’s a name. He’s known.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “He’s a famous vampire?”
“He’s a powerful vampire!”
“Well, I could obviously see that! It radiates off of him! What I’m asking is, who is he to you?”
Ransom backed himself up against the nearest building and leaned his head against the wall. He closed his eyes and sighed again. “He’s the one who turned me.”
“What?” was all you were able to say. You’d known, of course you’d known, that Ransom hadn’t always been a vampire, that he’d been turned at some point. But he’d never said a word about the circumstances and you honestly hadn’t given it much thought. Him being a vampire was just so natural to you, you couldn’t imagine him any other way.
And then you remembered how you'd felt when you'd first woken up when you'd opened your eyes and seen Ransom standing above you – everything you'd felt about him, the man who'd given you this incredible gift. The idea of Ransom feeling that way about someone else – about Steve – filled you with a fire so intense you wanted to spread it through this entire city, burn down absolutely fucking everything. “How long were you together?” You asked and you could feel how your voice shook.
“Less than a decade,” he said like he was trying to dismiss the whole thing.
You scoffed. “You say that like it isn't a long time!”
“It isn't! Not to him, not to someone that old. He fought in the Revolutionary War, ok? I was a one-night stand to him.”
“But he wasn’t that to you,” you hissed.
He didn’t say anything for a moment, then, finally, “No. He wasn’t.”
You’d never felt like this before, not even before, when you’d found out everything Andy had been up to. You’d never felt this all-consuming fire, this hate and despair and lust all swirling together. You wanted to put your fist through the brick wall next to you. You wanted to put Ransom through it. You wanted to fuck him right there on the street. It was only the fact that you equally wanted to do all three things at once that kept you from doing any of them.
Like he always could, Ransom read everything on your face, in your body. “I hate him, ok?” he said, reaching out and softly laying his palm against your cheek. “I hate him so much.” He was placating you but you still leaned into it.
“You want him,” you whined. It was obvious in the way he’d melted into Steve’s touch, Steve’s kiss.
“I do,” Ransom nodded and you growled. He stroked his thumb along your cheekbone to soothe you. “I’ll always want him, just like you’ll always want me and I’ll always want you. There’s something about that bond – when you turn someone. I don’t know, but no matter how much I hate him, I’ll always want him.”
“And he’ll always want you,” you snarled.
Ransom gave you a rueful smile. “That, I’m not so sure. He’s a couple hundred years old and I don’t think even he knows how many progeny he has. Plus he’s been in love with the same man since he was human. When Bucky came back, I was shown the door.”
You were finally starting to let go of your anger. You moved fully into Ransom’s space, placing one hand on his chest. “Fuck him, then,” you said. “Let’s go back in there, drink him out of house and home and then get the fuck out of Germany.”
Ransom rested his forehead against yours, in a mirror of what Steve had done to him, and sighed. “We can’t. We have to come back tomorrow night.”
“We don’t.”
“We do. He’s fixated on you now.”
You took a step back at that and looked at him, confused. “He barely looked at me!”
“Trust me, if we leave now, it’ll become an obsession, and he’ll come after us just to show us that he can. We don’t want that.”
For the first time that night, you felt a frisson of fear. “Does he want to hurt me?”
Ransom snorted and you had the shortest moment to be offended before he said, “He wants to fuck you. Both of us, probably.”
“What?” you asked, surprised. “What would be the point of that for him?”
He snorted again, “Besides orgasms?” he said and then sobered. “It’s a power play. You have to know that every single thing he does is a power play. Ok? You must remember that when we see him again.”
“Ok,” you nodded, a little frightened by his seriousness. But only for a moment, because quickly your thoughts were overtaken by a broad chest, thick thighs, and a perfect ass.
You looked up to see Ransom smirking at you. “Yeah,” he said, “whatever you’re imagining, it’s going to be so much better. It’s the best thing about him.”
You returned to the club the next night. Ransom had insisted on dressing you both – you in a form-fitting, off-the-shoulder dress that barely covered your ass and left your neck and chest exposed, him in a burgundy silk button-down, strategically unbuttoned, and tight black pants that made his ass pop. You were sure that if you could have looked at yourselves together in a mirror, it would have been a sight to behold.
Someone was called to the door when you got there and you were led directly to Steve’s private rooms in the back. You entered into a sort of sitting room, plush seating scattered throughout, arranged over lush rugs and under low lighting. Everything was dark wood and deep reds and blues. It communicated comfort, luxury, and, more than anything else, power.
Steve was already there, sitting in a large, wing-backed leather armchair. He looked, as ever, clean-cut, professional, and in charge. At his feet kneeled a dark-haired young woman, clad only in an expensive-looking slip made of silk and lace. You could smell the humanity on her. It took everything in you to not let your fangs drop right there. Steve slowly, gently, pet her head, like she were his dog. He gave a satisfied smile when he looked up at you both. “Good boy,” he said to Ransom. “I knew you’d come.”
Ransom huffed and pulled you so your back was flush against his chest. He layed a possessive arm across your stomach. “Of course. Who would dare ignore a summons from The Captain?” he said dryly.
Steve rolled his eyes but kept his smile. “Nothing as dramatic as all that. Am I not allowed to want to catch up with an old friend and his new lover?” Ransom scoffed but didn’t say anything, so Steve continued, gesturing to the woman at his feet. “I took the liberty of having something brought up from my private reserves for us to share. I remembered how you prefer the earthy ones, Ran. This one’s full-bodied and oaky, with the subtlest hint of vanilla. You’ll like it, I’m sure.” He stopped petting her, instead taking her hair in a harsh grip and moving her head to expose her neck.
At that, you couldn’t control yourself anymore, your fangs dropped with a hiss and you lunged forward. Ransom caught you, both arms around your middle and you let out a desperate whine. “I’m afraid we’ll have to decline,” he said. “My little rabbit still hasn’t quite mastered self-control and I would hate for there to be an accident with one of your favorites.”
Steve scoffed. “Of course, she doesn’t have any control with you being the one to teach her.”
You felt Ransom stiffen behind you, and you were able to pull yourself together enough to stop fighting to get loose. You sank back into him, partly to comfort and partly to apologize. You’d embarrassed him. You tipped your head back to try to whisper an apology, maybe, but Ransom just subtly shook his head and ran a comforting hand down your side.
“Well,” Steve said, patting the woman on the arm and then snapping at the door behind him, “can’t be helped, I guess. Pity.” He pulled out his phone and typed a message as she got up and left the room. “They’ll bring us something from the bar.”
“Excellent,” Ransom said, still running his hand up and down your side. “We haven’t eaten anything yet tonight.”
“Well,” Steve said with a smirk as there was a knock on the door and someone in the club’s uniform came in with a tray of drinks, “I promise you’ll both be very satisfied.” He passed a tumbler to each of you. “What should we cheers to?” he asked. Then his eyes narrowed in on you. “To new friendships,” he said, with a quirk of his lips.
You raised your glass, then took a sip and moaned. It was delicious, even though you missed the little cries and whimpers that usually accompanied a feeding.
You were so absorbed in your glass that you were surprised by Steve’s fingers circling your wrist. “You like it?” he asked, his voice low and husky, standing much closer to you than you’d realized. This close, he was completely intoxicating. His scent, the coldness of his touch, his power.
“I do,” you breathed, “it’s delicious.” Ransom’s arm wrapped across your body again, pulling you tight into him.
Steve ignored the display from Ransom, softly running his thumb over what had been your pulse point when you were human. “I’m glad,” he said. “I’m here to please.” He began to pull you away by your wrist and Ransom let out a short but obvious growl. Steve took his attention off you but left his hand and tsked. “You always were so possessive. I’d hoped you’d have grown out of that by now, but you’re still so young, aren’t you, pup?”
Ransom scowled. “I always hated it when you called me that.”
“No,” Steve said. He leaned forward and placed a soft but leading kiss on Ransom’s lips, squishing you between the two men. Your whole body was thrumming with need now. Steve pulled away, and Ransom moved his head to chase after him. “You loved it,” Steve whispered.
He grabbed your free wrist with his other hand and pulled you with him as he walked over to the nearest couch, perching on the arm. “Come here, little one. Let’s talk, just you and me.” He pulled you so you straddled his knee, and you could tell that you were soaking his pants leg through the tiny excuse for underwear you were wearing. “Oh, you are a needy thing, aren’t you? Maybe you should stay with me, hmm? I’m much more experienced and have so much more to teach you.”
You could feel Ransom’s hackles rising, even from a few feet away. You turned your head to look at him, still standing by the door, and his eyes were locked on you, just you. You bit your lip to hold back the moan at how he watched. You turned back to Steve and smiled seductively as you said, “And what would happen to me when Bucky comes back?”
Steve threw his head back and laughed. His eyes cut to Ransom as he said, “Jealous little thing!” He jerked his knee up, rubbing hard on your cunt and you gasped. “Yes, I’m sure he’s told you all about how I spurned him. Took advantage of his naivety. As if he ever had any. Is that what he told you? Am I the big bad?” You couldn’t answer him, could barely think, as his knee continued to grind against you. “Oh, little one, you are drenched. How does he handle you by himself? Ransom,” he called over your shoulder. “Come help your desperate thing.”
In an instant, you felt Ransom’s hands on your hips, and you couldn’t help the cry that tumbled out of you. He had your dress off before you could even register what he was doing. Steve groaned at the sight of the black lace that adorned your body. “You wrapped her up exactly how I like. Such a good puppy.”
You couldn’t hold back any longer. You tore through Steve’s shirt, sending buttons flying across the room. He lunged forward, kissing you, finally, demanding and aggressive, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, making you keep up with him. You felt Ransom’s own mouth on your neck, his hands on your breasts. Your hands fumbled their way down Steve’s abs and into his pants, freeing his cock—long, fat, and so, so hard for you. One of them, you weren’t sure which, tore away your underwear, the sting of the elastic snapping pushing you ever closer to the edge. In your periphery, you vaguely noticed Steve’s arm snaking around you and heard Ransom gasp. You wrapped a firm hand around Steve’s cock and stroked furiously, as Ransom’s fingers (you’d always know Ransom’s fingers) slid between your folds, his thumb quickly finding your clit while two fingers slipped inside you. You keened as he touched you exactly where he knew you needed it and sent you hurtling over the cliff of your orgasm. Your whole body shook with it, only managing to stay upright thanks to being sandwiched between these two men. It felt endless, but as the aftershocks ran their course, and you slowly came back down to earth, you registered Steve’s breaths growing more erratic and Ransom’s groans picking up behind you. You tightened your grip on Steve and increased the pace of your strokes to an inhuman speed until he bucked uncontrollably with a guttural moan and painted his spend all over your front. Seconds later, you felt Ransom’s own release on the small of your back. They both continued to jerk against you, gradually slowing down until the three of you were just one tangle of limbs, collectively trying to catch your breaths. You rested your head against Steve’s shoulder as Ransom collapsed against your back.
Steve looked over you both to the clock on the wall. “Well,” he said, his voice full of smug satisfaction, “we have about six hours til sunrise, and there’s a bed in the next room. Think we’ll be able to find a way to fill the time?”
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bucky in steves room
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How to Really Succeed At Business (and Fail Trying)
Did you know I am not dead?!
Here I return from my fandom graveyard, to deliver you a lil 11k STUCKY (you read that right, but calm down, it's the comics two) piece of underage, dubious and non consensual nonsense, in which we find pre-war, teenage idiot Bucky expanding his contraband business into sex and finding it gets out of hand extremely quickly.
It's been a long time (and I've never written these two!) so gentle pls!
#bucky barnes#marvel comics#fanfiction#steve rogers#captain america fanfiction#bucky x steve#steve x bucky#stucky#psycho teenage comics bucky#aka my beloved
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Mark My Territory
Summary: You evaded him. Again. This constant game was being played of him getting closer to you before you were ripped from his grasp. Again. He won’t miss this time you sly little fox. Your scent is etched in his brain more than anything else in the world. He won’t let his handlers stop him. He will have you. And he will make sure you stay put. You are his…
Pairings: Captain Hydra/Steve Rogers X Reader
Rating: dark!explicit
Warnings: dark, explicit language, explicit sexual content, non con/dub con, kidnapping, throwing, choking, fingering, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.9K
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Captain’s dark blue eyes refocus as he removes his death glare of his next victim. His fingers still cling to his neck, but they soften enough for a gurgling sound to emit from his disgusting throat. Lifting his head fully up, the Captain gazes at his surroundings. He felt it. There was a shift.
“You fucking psycho,” the man in his grip screams, but the Captain squeezes as tight as he possibly can, cutting off all air to his lungs, before letting his lifeless body fall down to the pavement.
Now he could focus. Pulling his mask down, he takes a long sniff of air before his mouth turns up into an evil smirk, “Son of a bitch,” someone in the control center screams. “He’s got that crazed look on his face. He senses her.”
Popping his neck, he lifts his mask back up, and stalks down the road, while a team is sent in to retrieve him. He was useless when he could feel you. “Get someone in there now!” Nobody wanted to get in between you and the Captain. There were always a few casualties. A few soldiers were always lost. Only one could ever get his focus away from you.
“He can’t find her. We’re going to have to change her location again,” he takes a slow pause, seeing the Captain’s body cam. “Too late,” he groans.
You stand up slowly out from under the table. Trembling a bit, even if you had a feeling that he would never physically hurt you. His height was vast and he was just as broad. Terrifying and ways, and you weren’t sure what he wanted from you. He always just stood there in front of you. “Won’t you show me what you look like?” He shakes his head no, but extends his hand towards you.
“I don’t know what you want,” he wiggles his fingers, grunting a bit. “Are you wanting me to hold your hand?” One nod, and another grunt. Gulping, you step closer, tickling your fingers against his, and a shift happens to his eyes.
“Do I know you?” His free hand starts to pull down his mask as men surround you. Jerking you away from him, and he releases an animalistic scream, throwing men aside. And when someone grabs you from behind, dragging you his yells become growls.
Lifting up grown men to toss onto the road. His eyes hardly ever leave you. You feel pity for him. He was wanting to protect you. He didn’t want their hands on you. “NO!” He screams as a hand covers your mouth. “MINE!”
That was a turn of events. He felt ownership over you. Why? Why did he feel connected to you? He always found you. Marching over to one man, the Captain’s fingers circle his neck as he turns back to you and your captor. The man raises his gun pointing it at your head, and the tiniest little whimper squeaks out of your throat.
“NO!” He screams, cracking that man’s neck like it was a toothpick. “NO hurt!” Tears drift down your cheeks, wetting the man’s knuckles. There was something about his eyes. “No,” he wasn’t yelling anymore he was pleading. “Mine.”
“Soldier, we can’t take a civilian. You have to go back,” he shakes his head no, a choked mine whispers at the man. “She stays.”
Stays? An option to take you wasn’t on the table. You weren’t going anywhere. “You might as well let him keep his little pet. How many more missions are we going to have where he senses her?” Someone speaks into the ear of your captor. “What’s the worst that could happen? Might work out for our benefit if he knows he gets to go home to that piece of ass.”
“Soldier, at ease,” the soldier shakes his head no, repeating that you were his. “At ease. Get in the truck. She’s coming with us.”
“No!” You wail, but the soldier walks over to you. Lifting you up to throw you on his shoulder. “No! Let me go. I am not yours!”
“Mine!”
Hitting him felt like he was made of bricks. Solid and thick. He makes no sound of distress, just keeps walking. You could practically feel his smirk as he struts to the truck. “Let me go! Put me down!”
“No,” gone is the anger. It was lighthearted. This was sick. This is not the way you wanted to die. Become a play toy for this psycho that was going to do unthinkable forms of torture to you.
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The Captain grunts as he walks through the doors of the compound. He had one thing on his mind, and it had nothing to do with taking his gear off, and being checked over. A doctor comes over to his side, but he pushes him away.
“You need to be cleaned, Captain.”
“Mmm,” he growls, continuing to his new mission. It's what he deserved.
“Oh, let him have his fun,” an older man steps into the light, smiling at him. “Having that stupid girl here is making things run so smoothly. Let him pound into her tight twat. Maybe eventually he’ll literally split her in half and we won’t have to worry about it again. No more distractions. Go ahead, Captain. Fuck your girl.”
He grunts again. He didn’t fuck you. He owned you. He loved you, and he could think of nothing more than sinking into your warmth. Could already feel your velvety walls cling tight to his aching cock. Getting out of his suit was going to be a bitch. But you were worth it.
He opens the door to your shared cell, and you hurl a shoe at him. He catches it. He always does. Popping his neck, he curls his finger towards you, pointing at his suit, “Go to hell.”
Rolling his eyes, the Captain starts to take his suit off, with much more difficulty than if you would just do it for him. “Just go ahead and kill me, you fucking asshole.”
“No.”
“Say something more than no or mine.”
“No.”
“Fucking brain dead asshole,” he charges towards you, slamming your body up against the wall. Using his thick thigh to spread your own apart, he slips his hands between them, rubbing over your panty clad mound.
“Creep.”
“Mmm,” your body betrayed you every fucking time. If only you could see his face. You never got to see it. Hydra had him muzzled up like the feral dog he was.
“Ahh,” he squeaks, pushing aside your panties. Pushing in two fingers. Your body hates you. Told on you every time with its loud squelching. “Mine.”
“It’s my pussy, you weirdo,” he pumps into you harder, hearing you whimper, and grunts at your pleasure. “It’s mine.”
“Mine!” Slipping in a third finger in makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, and he presses his palm against your bundle of nerves. Driving into you with such force, you couldn’t argue. He was playing unfairly. Your pussy didn’t have a brain. And right now, your own brain couldn’t think.
His arm pinning you to the wall, drifts up higher. Adding pressure to your neck as your body starts to tingle. Pushing you further and further into euphoria before he pulls out of you, and tosses you onto the bed.
“My god! You fucking asshole! Quit doing that shit. If you’re going to make me wet, let me come.”
“Mine,” he growls, pulling off his suit into shreds. That glorious cock bounces up once free, and you have a giant urge to bite it, and also lick off every morsel of precum. He didn’t require your mouth. He just wanted to edge you until you passed out. You swore he finally let your body come once your eyes closed.
“Bet you don’t even know how to make me come,” the Captain chuckles under his mask. Stomping over to the bed. Reaching his hand towards you, his thick fingers grab onto your ankle. Dragging your body down, he flips you over to your knees. Trying to get away, he smacks you hard on the ass. “Prove it then.”
He gives your weeping cunt a few slaps before driving into your warmth. Giving you no time to adjust. It was an assault on your mind more than anything. You hated him. Hated being used as a cocksleeve, but damn if he didn’t stretch you out in the most beautiful fucking way.
Your walls hug tight to him, begging for his touch, and sucking him back into your depths every time he pulls out. Your pussy needed him, and you hated her for it. Hated that you knew he was close to returning because she was already pooling slick into your panties.
As if your crooked panties were keeping you too far away from him, he rips your off own clothes, and never misses a thrust. Grabbing onto your hips, the Captain uses you to fuck him. You hoped you had pushed him enough to let you come because you were right there. You are tired of his games, and just needed relief.
Whimpering out nonsensical words when he pulls out, and flips you on your back, “Told ya, you fucking pussy. Don’t even know how to make a woman come. You piece of shit.”
He rips your legs apart, pinning them on the bed beside your ears and stabs into you. His whole weight on you made you feel even more magical. You hated him, and your body. Hated that he was doing this to you. You were going to die in this cell with someone who didn’t even talk.
“You. Don’t. Know. How. To. Make. A. Woman. Come,” each word was drug out with every push into your wet heat. You feel your juices leak down your ass and onto the bed behind you. It was cruel. You just hope taunting him was enough. “Claim my pussy then.”
“Mine!” He growls, pushing into you hard. “Mine! Mine!” You start to see stars. This was it. He was finally going to let you come. It felt like years of no real satisfaction. Spewing your arousal everywhere, speaking in tongues as you clench your eyes closed, but he keeps going harder.
“Mine! All mine!” That was a new word. He was getting somewhere. “All. Mine. MINE!” You couldn’t see, but you could hear the squeak in his voice as he comes undone. Thick ropes of his cum paint your walls, and you finally feel like you're floating.
His thrusts slow down, and ever so gently, you reach up to pull off his mask. Life flashes before your eyes as you stutter. Trying to find your words. It couldn’t be. He had changed, and still had this weird love for you, “Steve?”
He blinks hard, staring blankly at your face before the softest, “Princess,” whispers off his lips.
“St-St-Steve? Steve? Is that really you?”
“Okay, that’s enough, soldier,” a man walks into your cell, literally pulling Steve out of you, and you sit up crying and shaking your head. “Erase him.”
“Erase? No! No!”
“Discard the girl.”
“No! Mine,” a needle to his neck, makes his eyes close before he’s dragged out of the room.
“I hope you finally enjoyed your orgasm. He won’t be seeing you again,” the doctor backs out of the cell, leaving you screaming and crying. You still felt him on every inch of his body, still had his seed dripping out of you. What was going on.
“You bastards! You fucking bastards! Steve! Steve Rogers, I love you!”
A shadow steps out of the darkness, and raises his finger to his mouth, “Shh,” and then….
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Taglist: @tis-thedamn-season @marveloustaylortot @pono-pura-vida @sstan-hoe @missusbarnes-rogers @peaches1958 @seitmai @smile1318 @andydrysdalerogers @cjand10 @midnightramyeoncravings @kmc1989 @donutloverxo @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @bambamwolf87 @harrysthiccthighss
#mark my territory#captain hydra#captain hydra x reader#captain hydra x fem!reader#captain hydra x y/n#captain hydra x you#captain hydra fic#captain hydra fics#captain hydra fanfiction#captain hydra fanfic#captain hydra smut#dark#noncon/dubcon#steve rogers#chris evans#chris evans character
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Indecent Proposal (17)
Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.
Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader
Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Jake Jensen
Warnings: established Stucky, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, fluff, implied needy reader and Bucky, candy theft, polyamory
Indecent Proposal (16)
Indecent Proposal masterlist
Two months after Bucky and Steve found out about Rumlow’s plan to get information about them using the nurse, said man disappeared.
No one cared about Brock Rumlow's disappearance. One day, he left town and never got seen again.
People may think Steve and Bucky took care of the annoying thorn in their flesh, but the truth is that they didn’t touch one hair on his head.
“Still nothing?” Bucky watches Natasha stuff the money he brought to her into her bag. Another good investment for the mobster, money for her retirement to Natasha. “Be honest, Nat. Did you take care of him?”
“I told Rumlow that his little stunt with the nurse went too far. He had the order to stay away from your…” she wrinkles her forehead still not understanding your relationship with the mobsters. “Fiancé.”
“We didn’t kill him,” Steve pushes off the wall to look at the pictures on Natasha’s desk. “Even though, we planned on taking him down. Rumlow had it coming.”
Natasha frowns deeply. “If none of us took him down… What happened to him? This doesn’t make sense at all.”
“What if he fucked with the wrong people over?” Bucky scratches his scruffy chin, wondering if the man obsessed with him and Steve annoyed the wrong person. “We can’t be the only people he messed with.”
“I don’t know,” Natasha sighs and rubs her tired eyes. “He’s a good cop.” She rolls her eyes when Steve makes a retching noise. “Believe it or not, he’s not a complete psycho. Rumlow is good at his job. I don’t know what you did to make him lose his mind.”
“We did shit to your little buddy,” Steve grunts. “If someone made him disappear, I owe him one. This way, I didn’t have to get my hands dirty.”
“This must be very funny to you, Rogers,” Natasha wrinkles her nose. “He was a good man and a good cop. It’s too bad he got lost in your web.”
“We didn’t lure him in,” Bucky snaps at Natasha. He glares at her, making sure she knows they did come here to chat. “One day your friend decided he must bring me and Steve down. Does he even know that we maintain peace? No one dares to harm citizens since we took over the throne.”
“I get it,” she huffs. “You are the kings of your kingdom of shit.”
“Careful—” Steve snarls at the redhead. “Our fathers build this kingdom with blood and terror,” the blonde steps closer to Natasha, sizing her up. “Bucky and I changed the old ways. We took their empire and changed it for the better.”
“What do we do about Rumlow now? If he’s dead, people will start asking questions. It’s no secret that he was obsessed with us.”
“I will try to keep you out of this,” Natasha steps away from Steve. She doesn’t want to rile him up even more.
“You’ll keep us up to date,” Steve points his index finger at the redhead. “We need to know every detail of his disappearance…”
“Doll, what are you doing,” Steve laughs. You threatened to cut Bucky’s cock off because he dared to steal a chocolate bar from your secret stash.
“He stole from me!” You pout. “Bucky stole my favorite chocolate bar. It was the last one with hazelnut.” Faking a sob, you look at Steve. “You should scold him.”
“I was hungry after you wanted a taste of Bucky,” the brunette grins. “And you got a whole drawer filled with the sweets. Candies, chocolate bars, all the good stuff. Steve, she’s got a sweet tooth.”
“Not only a sweet tooth,” Steve smirks. “She’s a naughty little minx too.”
“Hey! I’m not little,” you kneel on the bed to glare at Steve. Not months ago, you trembled in fear in front of Steve, and now you talk back and tease the mobster. “You better watch your tongue, or I won’t show you the latest ultrasound picture!”
Bucky watches you and his husband bicker. He smirks and chuckles. The brunette leans back and enjoys the show. “Steve, she’s getting cocky. What will you do about it?”
Steve cocks a brow. His features darken and he smirks at you. “I will spank her cute ass if she gets even cockier.”
You laugh at Steve’s words. He wouldn’t dare put his hands on you. Both men are deadly and strong, but with you, they are soft and gentle. Even if you are a brat and a needy slut sometimes.
“The doctor will be here in half an hour,” Bucky stretches his legs and yawns. It was a long day. Jensen and Bucky tried to find out more about Rumlow’s disappearance over the last hours. “Let’s not fight over stolen candy.”
“I did not forget you stole from my stash, punk!” You poke your index finger into Bucky’s thigh. “You are on thin ice, Sir.”
“Sir, huh?” Bucky licks his lips. “Steve, how long until the doctor arrives.” He looks at his husband.
“Buck. No,” Steve shakes his head. “Last time the doctor almost caught us red-handed.”
“Hmmm…good times,” you nod and sigh dreamily. “Very good times.”
“Your fiancé is healthy,” the doctor murmurs while scribbling down a few notes, “everything looks good. There is nothing to be worried about.” He looks up from his notes. “We should talk about the results of the ultrasound we took today now.”
He clears his throat and looks at you. The elderly man gives you a soft smile. “Can I tell them?”
The doctor chuckles now. “Of course, my dear.”
“Alright,” you clap your hands before grinning at Steve. “I will blow your mind.”
“Please tell me she’s not pregnant with a Tasmanian devil,” Steve mirrors your smirk. “I bet she is. It would explain her bratty behavior.”
“Stevie, let Y/N talk. I wanna know what she wants to talk about,” Bucky grabs your hand. Anytime you have an ultrasound examination he turns into a softie. “Go ahead doll. We are listening.”
You take a deep breath. Suddenly you’re a little nervous. “I-doctor can you tell them?” You chicken out and drop your gaze.
“Fuck! Is something wrong with the baby?” Steve presses one hand to his heart. “Please tell us.”
“Doll…” Bucky holds your hand a little tighter. The usual tough man looks helplessly at his husband. “Stevie?”
“The baby and your fiancé are healthy,” the doctor hastily says. “We got no bad news for you. It’s rather, good news for you and your fiancé, gentlemen.”
“Good news,” Bucky nods at Steve. “Did you hear…good news. Phew.” He sighs deeply. “Thank fuck.”
“What is the good news?” Steve rumbles. He stares at your swollen belly, awaiting an answer. “Doctor?”
You take a deep breath and look at both men. You don’t know if the news is good to them or not. “We—we are having twins!”
#steve rogers#bucky barnes#stucky#stucky x reader#pregnant reader#stucky x fem#stucky x female reader#female reader#stucky x y#Indecent Proposal (17)
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mdni 18+! seriously pls go away if ur under 18! fall works for every day of october! some scary, some cozy, and almost always smutty. probably shouldn’t have called this ‘kinktober’ as not every day will be a kink, yolo. a lot of works will include ddlg themes, size kink, daddy kink, fem!reader and hyper feminine themes. you are responsible for your own media consumption. all pieces will have warnings at the beginning of their works. wishing you all the spookiest, ghoulish october ever! 🙀
masterlist ! navigation ! support my work
01. The Lion and The Lamb, Part One. (vampire!king!eddie munson x princess!reader)
02. Subdrop (dom!steve harrington x sub!reader)
03. Sapphic Age Gap (MILF!Nancy Wheeler x reader)
04. Trick or Treat (Daddy!Bucky Barnes x Little!reader) [plot has changed to a halloween party!]
05. First time parents (Dad!Steve Harrington x Mum!reader)
06. Sugar Daddy (CEO!Steve Rogers x reader)
07. Size Kink (Daddy!Ari Levinson x reader)
08. Overstimulation (Bodyguard!James Potter x Princess!reader)
09. Age Gap (DILF!Joel Miller x reader)
10. Dacryphilia (Daryl Dixon x younger!reader)
11. Hot cocoa and kisses (Daddy!Ari Levinson x Little!reader)
12. Mommy Kink (Nancy Wheeler x reader)
13. Daddy Kink (Daryl Dixon x reader)
14. Dry Humping (Eddie Munson x reader)
15. The Lion and The Lamb, Part Two. (Vampire!King!Eddie Munson x Princess!reader)
16. Stockholm Syndrome (dark!rick Grimes x reader)
17. Make-up sex (Remus Lupin x reader)
18. Cock Warming (Ron Weasley x reader)
19. A/B/O (Alpha!Steve Harrington x reader)
20. Babysitter (Joel Miller x reader)
21. Serial Killers (Ghostface!Steve Harrington x Ghostface!Eddie Munson x reader)
22. Safe Word (Steve Harrington x crybaby!reader)
23. Body Worship (Joel Miller x reader)
24. On The Run (Psycho!Eddie Munson x Psycho!reader)
25. Dumbification (Daryl Dixon x crybaby!reader)
26. Stepbrother (Stepbrother!Peter Parker x Stepsister!reader)
27. Thigh Riding (Dom!Remus Lupin x Sub!reader)
28. Brat Taming (Dom!Eddie x Sub!reader)
29. Refrigerator light (Dad!Steve Harrington x Mum!reader)
30. Pet Play (Dom!Bucky Barnes x Sub!reader)
31. The Lion and The Lamb, Part Three. (Vampire!King!Eddie x Princess!reader)
#<3 eddie munson#<3 steve harrington#<3 ari levinson#<3 steve rogers#a/b/o#dark! :0#<3 bucky barnes#multiple characters#<3 remus lupin#<3 james potter#<3 nancy wheeler#<3 peter parker#kinktober#smut#kinktober smut#stranger things smut#steve harrington smut#october writing challenge#eddie munson smut#nancy wheeler smut#ari levinson smut#little!reader#crybaby!reader#tw: daddy kink#vampire!eddie#but daddy i love him#age gap smut#abby’s kinktober !#<3 rick grimes
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Tony Stark: Hey Director, did you get my report on the Tesseract?
Nick Fury: Yeah, I looked it over. Nice work.
Tony: Good. Thanks, dad.
Tony: ...
Tony: Why is everyone staring at me?
Natasha Romanov: You just called Director Fury dad. You said, "Thanks, dad."
Tony: What? No I didn't, I say, "Thanks, man."
Fury: Do you see me as a father figure, Stark?
Tony: No, if anything I see you as a "bother" figure 'cause you're always bothering me.
Thor: Hey, show your father some respect.
Tony: I didn't call him dad!
Fury: No, no no no, Anthony. I take it as a compliment.
Steve Rogers: It's not a big deal. I called Peggy "mom" once, and she was my fiancée.
Tony: Guys, jump on that! Cap has psycho-sexual issues.
Clint Barton: Old news. But you calling Fury "daddy"---
Tony: Hey, "daddy" is not on the table here.
Justin Hammer (currently under arrest): But you did call him "dad", dude.
Tony: You shut up. You've done nothing but lie since you got here.
Hammer: Alright, alright, I was lying about bankrolling Whiplash. But the dad thing, that happened.
Tony: Aha! He admitted that his alibi was a lie. It was a trap, all part of my crazy, devious plan.
Fury: I believe you ---
Tony: Thank you.
Fury: --- son.
Tony: ...
Fury: Do you want to talk about it later, over a... game of catch?
Tony: I'd like that.
#incorrect quotes#brooklyn 99#brooklyn nine nine#b99#source: b99#incorrect marvel quotes#tony stark#nick fury#natasha romanoff#natasha romanov#clint barton#thor odinson#thor#steve rogers#justin hammer#iron man#captain america#black widow#hawkeye#og6#og6 avengers#this gets better when you think about it happening again in 10 years#but with tony and peter
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Alright friends, let's talk about how Steve became Vamp!Steve.
So here's how I've imagined it: Steve was a captain in the Colonial Army during the American Revolution. During a battle, he was fatally wounded. As he lay slowly dying in a field in Massachusetts, both sides came to gather their dead and wounded. Steve was found by Peggy, posing as a British field nurse, but actually a vampire. She turned Steve to save his life.
After a quick, several-week bender fueled by his new power and insatiable hunger, Steve tracked down his childhood friend and secret lover Bucky who'd been serving in a different unit. He turned Bucky pretty much as soon as he found him. While Bucky was happy to be with Steve again, he was also a little resentful to have the choice of living forever made for him.
This spurs a centuries-long on-again, off-again love affair that leaves dozens if not hundreds of lives and hearts in its wake.
You'd think Steve might have learned a lesson here about talking to people before he turns them. He does not.
Please feel free to send me asks about Vampire Steve! I'm trying to fend off a case of the Sunday Scaries and would love a distraction!
#psycho killer au#i can't sleep cause my bed's on fire#steve rogers#dark steve rogers#vamp steve rogers#vampire au
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𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✧ 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐬 ✧ 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ✧ 𝐚𝐨𝟑
𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫.
#NAVIGATION ･ ﾟ⋆ ˚｡#STRANGER THINGS#AVATAR#AMERICAN PSYCHO#STEVE ROGERS#BUCKY BARNES#CRIMINAL MINDS#THE LAST OF US#MASTERLIST#WHEREIREID
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We’ve been teasing and scheming all week, now it is time to announce our full AU. We’re All Monsters will be co-written by @krirebr and me! Kris will be handling our Vampires and I will be handling our Werewolves. But don’t worry that doesn’t mean they all won’t be meeting each other throughout this AU. As for how? Well you’ll just have to wait and see.
This will be building off of Kris’ Psycho Killer AU and will feature some of, if not all the CE characters we know and love.
We’ve outlined the reader pairings and nicknames below, we hope you’re as excited as we are to delve into the supernatural with us!
Andy Barber - Runner
Ari Levinson - Queenie
Curtis Everett & Jake Jensen - Angel
Frank Adler & Pete Brenner - Dove
James Mace - Sneak
Johnny Storm - Cutter
Lloyd Hansen - Snipe/Spitfire
Ransom Drysdale - Little Rabbit
Steve Rogers - Sunshine
#we’re all monsters#vampire!au#werewolf!au#supernatural!au#andy barber#ari levinson#curtis everett#jake jensen#frank adler#pete brenner#james mace#johnny storm#lloyd hansen#ransom drysdale#steve rogers
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playlists
I made playlist for hazbin hotel characters
charlie, vaggie, alastor, angel dust, husk, niffty, sir pentious (bonus adam)
❤️ Charlie ❤️
❤️ Humility, gorillaz
❤️ Lights, ellie goulding
❤️ Gateway to the stars, skeleton staff
❤️ Cry baby, melody martinez
❤️ Sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows, Lesley gore
❤️ KK bubblegum, animal crossing
❤️ Charlie’s inferno, the handsome devil
❤️ The exorcist, calypso
❤️ Space unicorns, parry gripp
❤️ Out of my league, fitz and the tantrums
❤️ Heathens, 21 pilots
❤️ Devil town, cavetown
❤️ Rat, penelope scott
💜 Vaggie 💜
💜 Saint benard, lincoln
💜 Angel with a shotgun, the cab
💜 I wouldn't mind, he is we
💜 Hell’s coming with me, poor man’s poison
💜 Mary on a cross, ghost
💜 Notion, the rare occasion
💜 Butch 4 butch, rio romeo
💜 Training wheels, melody martinez
💜 All the good girls go to hell, billie eilish
💜 Soku eye, gorillaz
💜 Spear of justice, toby fox
💜 Roar, katy perry
💜 Raincoat, studio killers
🧡 Alastor 🧡
🧡 Twisted, missio
🧡 All eyes on me, or3o
🧡 Our love is god, heathers musical
🧡 Animals, maroon 5
🧡 Dismemberment song, blue kid
🧡 Animal cannibal, karen skladany
🧡 We'll meet again, vera lynn
🧡 Terry's taxidermy, teddy hyde
🧡 Christmas kids, roar
🧡 Arms tonite, mother mother
🧡 The hunting song, tom lehrer
🧡 Necromancing dancing, bear ghost Happy face, jagwar twin
🩷 Angel Dust 🩷
🩷 Epoch, the living tombstones
🩷 Say amen (saturday night) panic! At the disco
🩷 Bad romance, lady gaga
🩷 Candy store, heathers musical
🩷 Grrrls, aviva
🩷 Take a hint, victorious cast
🩷 Bubble gum bit*h, marina and the diamonds
🩷 Baby hotline, jack starbur
🩷 Weak, AJR
🩷 Bad habits, steve lacy
🩷 Vending machine of love, the stupendium
🩷 Front street, will wood and the tapeworms
🩷 Control, halsey
🤎 Husk 🤎
🤎 Let me down slowly, alec benjamin
🤎 Dirty harry, gorillaz
🤎 Ghosting, mother mother
🤎 Hand me my shovel i am going in, will wood and the tapeworms
🤎 The good, the bad and the dirty, panic! At the disco
🤎 The gambler, kenny rogers
🤎 Let's get this over with, they might be giants
🤎 Cats, dogs, and rats, rare americans
🤎 Your gonna go far kid, the offsrping
🤎 Pardon me, he is we
🤎 Coffee, jack starbur
🤎 Look who’s inside again, bo burham
🤎 Tennessee whiskey, chris stapleton
🤍 Niffty 🤍
🤍 Girlfriend, hemlock spring
🤍 Body, mother mother
🤍 Bill waterson, lemon demon
🤍 The masochism tango, tom lehrer
🤍 The red means i love you, madds buckley
🤍 Cell block tango, Chicago musical
🤍 Runs in the family, amanda palmer
🤍 Killer queen, queen
🤍 Hello kitty, avril lavigne
🤍 Pretty little psycho, theexorcist
🤍 Cannibal, kesha
🤍 Barbie girl, aqua
🤍 Curses, crane wives
💛 Sir Pentious 💛
💛 Love like you, steven universe
💛 Give and take, poor man’s poison
💛 Oh klahoma, jack starbar
💛 I’ll rust with you, steam powered giraffe
💛 Mr blue sky, electric light orchestra
💛 Hidden in the sand, tally hall
💛 Egg and soldiers, cosmo sheldrake
💛 Rhinestone eyes, gorillaz
💛 Man made objects, lemon demon
💛 Under my skin, jukebox ghost
💛 Bang!, AJR
💛 Secrets, one republic
💛 Savior of the skies, the cog is dead
🩵 Adam 🩵
🩵 Main character, will wood and the tapeworms
🩵 Stick it to the man, school of rock
🩵 Eighth wonder, lemon demon
🩵 Verbatim, mother mother
🩵 They’re only human, death note musical
🩵 American idiot, green day
🩵 5/4, gorillaz
🩵 Punk tactics, joey valance and brae
🩵 Kiss me son of god, they might be giants
🩵 DONTTRUSTME, 3OH!3
🩵 blood//water, grandson
🩵 Another way out, hollywood undead
🩵 Modern day cain, I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME
#hazbin hotel#hellaverse#charlie morningstar#alastor#angel dust#niffty#hazbin hotel husk#sir pentious#vaggie hazbin hotel#character playlist#songs
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my f/o list :D
ok so bolded means i’m uncomfortable sharing them but it is (probably) ok if we are mutuals/friends and if you have them as a platonic/familial f/o!!!
also it is a long ass list😭 i have a lot of love to give. alssooo group tag for all my kids is kiddos <3 bc im lazy
-lloyd garmadon from ninjago (it’s complicated but i love him dearly)
-michael afton from fnaf (romantic) tag: terchael <3
-henry emily from fnaf (parental figure/dad)
-espresso cookie from crk/cookie run (romantic) tag: esence <3
-jeremy fitzgerald from blueycapsules/fnaf (romantic) tag: jerence <3
-thoma from genshin impact (romantic) tag: teroma <3
-aether from genshin impact (romantic) tag: terraether <3
-sammy from my mind/oc (kid/familial)
-gregory from fnaf (kid/familial)
-charlie/charlotte emily from fnaf (sister/familial)
-maven calore from the red queen series (romantic)
-alex from stardew valley (romantic)
-christopher lightwood from the shadowhunter chronicles (platonic)
-princess peach from nintendo (platonic)
-peggy carter from marvel (romantic) tag: every girl has her rose <3
-daniel sousa from marvel’s agent carter (queerplatonic)
-logan howlett from marvel (romantic) tag: logence <3
-natasha romanoff from marvel (platonic)
-diana prince from dc (platonic)
-pepper potts from marvel (platonic)
-sam wilson from marvel (romantic) tag: tersam <3
-steve rogers from marvel (romantic) tag: red white and irish blue <3
-magnus bane from the shadowhunter chronicles (platonic)
-apple white from ever after high (queerplatonic) tag: whipped apples <3
-bruce wayne from dc (romantic) tag: batarangs pierced my heart <3
-clark kent from dc (queerplatonic) tag: 💙❤️
-simon lewis/lovelace from the shadowhunter chronicles (queerplatonic i think)
-sharon carter from marvel (platonic/shes my niece technically)
-damian wayne from dc (familial/kid)
-jason todd from dc (familial/kid)
-dick grayson from dc (familial/kid)
-cass(andra) cain from dc (familial/kid)
-barbara gordon from dc (familial/kid)
-steph(anie) brown from dc (familial/kid)
-tim drake from dc (familial/kid)
-duke thomas from dc (familial/kid)
-laura kinney from marvel (familial/kid)
-sue richards/storm from marvel (platonic)
-alfred pennyworth from dc (platonic)
-selina kyle from dc (platonic)
-gabrielle kinney from marvel (grandkid💔)
-patrick bateman from american psycho (romantic) tag: 🎧♥️
-terry mcginnis from batman beyond (familial/kid)
-harper row from dc (familial/kid)
-johnny cade from the outsiders (hes my nephew<3)
-darry curtis from the outsiders (romantic) (fine with sharing but not like. in canon ships yk)
-t’challa from marvel (platonic)
-sodapop curtis from the outsiders (basically my kid/familial)
-ponyboy curtis from the outsiders (basically kid/familial)
-coriolanus snow from the hunger games (romantic) tag: 🖤❄️
-luke fox from dc (platonic)
-lucius fox from dc (platonic)
-mar'i grayson/nightstar from dc/titans (MY GRANDKID!!!!!!!)
-conner kent from dc (nephew)
-jon kent from dc (nephew)
-cassie from fnaf (niece)
-fred from the muppets christmas carol (nephew)
-herb cookie from cookie run (nephew)
-willy wonka from wonka 2023 (nephew)
-cullen row from dc (kid)
-daken akihiro from marvel (kid)
-dex poindexter from daredevil/marvel (romantic) tag: terdex <3
-abdonis from ringfit adventure (romantic)
-hank hall from titans/dc (platonic)
-dawn granger from titans/dc (platonic)
-karen page from daredevil/marvel (romantic)
-amora (the enchantress) from marvel (romantic) tag: enchant me with your love <3
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Civil War (Part 2) | Steve Rogers x Hawks Male Reader
Fandom: Marvel
A/N: I know it took me a long time to bring the continuation, but all these months I was in a huge block. Anyway this is the continuation of the last story I posted.
A/N.2: Sorry for any mistake, but English is not my first language.
Steve Rogers meets Reader: here
Civil War (Part 1): here
‒ I don't know if you guys made this official yet, but did you get out of the front seat to sit next to your boyfriend? ‒ Sam complained about the backseat he shared with Bucky.
Any move one of them made hit the other, starting a small fight between the two. Steve just looked smiling at Y/N.
‒ No offense, but I'm more important than you, Wilson. ‒ Y/N responds looking in the car's rear view mirror.
‒ You can fly, why did you come in here? ‒ Sam asked, hitting Bucky with his arm who had done the same thing.
Y/N hugged his backpack with his feathers, but didn't respond to Sam who was distracted by another fight with Bucky. Steve drove to the airport he had scheduled to meet Clint.
He parked next to the van Clint was driving.
‒ Cap. ‒ Clint spoke when he saw Steve get out of the car.
The two shook hands. Y/N got out of the car, opening space for Sam and Bucky to get out later. While Wanda gets out of the van's passenger seat.
‒ You know I wouldn't have called If I had any other choice.
‒ Hey man, you're doing me a favor. Besides, I owe a debt. ‒ He spoke looking at Wanda.
‒ Thanks for having my back. ‒ Steve said.
‒ It was time to get off my ass. ‒ Wanda crossed her arms decisively.
‒ Who is he? ‒ Clint asks when he saw Y/N approaching.
‒ This is Y/N, he will help us too.
‒ Are you a famous avengers archer? ‒ Y/N asked as he shook Clint's hand.
‒ Famous is one way of saying it. ‒ Clint said smiling.
‒ How about our other recruit? ‒ Steve asked.
‒ He's rarin' to go. Had to put a little coffee in him, but… ‒ Clint opened the van door, startling the man who appeared to be sleeping. ‒ He should be good.
Steve and Sam looked at each other, curious about the new recruit.
‒ What timezone is this? ‒ Scott said as he got out of the van.
‒ Come on. Come on. ‒ Clint gave Scott a light push.
Scott greets Steve, with an emotional look on his face.
‒ Captain America. ― Scott spoke, extending his hand to shake Steve's hand.
‒ Mr. Lang.
‒ It's an honor. I'm shaking your hand too long. ‒ He spoke when he realized he still hadn't let go of Steve's hand. ‒ Wow! This is awesome! Captain America. ‒ Scott spoke, looking at Wanda behind him. ‒ I know you, too. You're great! ‒ He turns back and feels Steve's shoulders.
‒ You shouldn't touch him too much, should you, Y/N? ‒ Sam teases Y/N who just rolls his eyes.
‒ What? Why? ‒ Scott asks, looking at Y/N. ‒ I've never seen you on television.
‒ I prefer this way. ‒ Y/N responds smiling.
‒ Jeez. Ah, look. ‒ Scott returns to speak with Steve. ‒ I know you know a lot of super people, so… thanks for thanking me. ‒ Steve just nodded. ‒ Hey, man! ‒ Speak to Sam now.
‒ What's up, Tic Tac? ‒ Sam replied.
‒ Uh, good to see you. Look, what happened last time when I . . .
‒ It was a great audition, but it'll… It'll never happen again. ‒ Sam spoke, interrupting Scott so he wouldn't say anything about it.
‒ They tell you what we're up against? ‒ Steve asks, causing Scott to look back at him.
‒ Something about some psycho-assassins?
‒ We're outside the law on this one. So, if you come with us, you're a wanted man. ‒ Steve warned.
‒ Yeah, well, what else is new?
‒ We should get moving. ‒ Bucky spoke still near the car door.
‒ We got a chopper lined up. ‒ This time, Clint said.
An alert starts ringing in the building, drawing everyone's attention.
‒ They're evacuating the airport. ‒ Bucky as if translating what the alert was saying into another language.
‒ Stark. ‒ Sam spoke.
‒ Stark? ― Scott asked.
‒ Suit up. ‒ Steve spoke in an orderly tone.
While everyone was getting ready, Steve approached Y/N who was sitting in the passenger seat.
― I think you better stay out of this.
― What? Why? ― Y/N asked, confused.
― This whole mess is between the Avengers.
― And even so you brought that common guy in a van? ―
Y/N spoke, showing his irritation.
― Scott got into trouble with the Avengers base. ― Steve raised his voice.
― Look, if you're worried about me, that's fine, I feel really happy about that. But you're not going to tell me what I should or shouldn't do. Ok? ― Y/N got up from the bench, standing in front of Steve, even though he was still a few inches shorter.
― It could stay away. Observing from afar and only intervening when necessary? ― Steve asked as a last resort.
Y/N looked at Steve, deciding whether to accept the deal or not.
― Ok, whatever. ― Y/N replied, crossing his arms, obviously annoyed.
― I hate to interrupt the couple, but we're ready. ― Sam said.
Y/N opened his backpack and feathers flew out. He put on the aviator jacket that had the cutout on the back for them and each one joined at his back, forming his big pair of wings.
― Wow. ― Scott gasped. ― Wait, are you the news guy?
Ignoring Scott's question and one last look at Steve, Y/N flapped his wings and walked away.
― Sounds like you have competition. ― Clint said to Sam.
Y/N stood at a distance watching the entire battle unfold. How a spider boy appeared stealing Steve's shield and how the two sides appeared one after the other for a confrontation that damaged the entire area.
At times, Y/N almost moved or sent some feathers when it looked like Steve's team was losing, but they always managed to keep fighting. Y/N could see the separation of thoughts in a battle, with Scott and Spider Boy just wanting to show off for Steve and Stark.
To his surprise, Scott grew gigantic and grabbed the other Iron Man by the leg. He was able to stop the advance of Stark's team alone. Until the other Iron Man that had been thrown came back with Spider Boy attached to his back by a web line. Scott was having difficulty and unable to take the anxiety anymore, Y/N left the point he was and went to Scott's direction.
As he approached, Spider-Boy was hanging from Scott's body while the other Iron Man distracted him. Y/N threw a feather that cut Spider Boy's web and got close enough to kick him away using both legs.
― Do they still have one more? ― Y/N heard the other Iron Man speak.
― I deal with him, help the Captain. ― Scott spoke to Y/N who just nodded and went in the direction Steve and Bucky were running.
― I told you to stay away. ― Steve spoke as he ran.
― I do what I… ― Y/N stopped talking when she felt her entire body vibrate and her ears pop.
The other Iron Man fired a Y/N type blast of sound that forced him to cover his ears tightly. Steve threatened to come back to help Y/N.
― No! ― Y/N yelled. ― Go ahead!
Steve continued running alongside Bucky and Y/N used some of the feathers that were already loose, making them hit the other Iron Man's arm. Throwing a few more, Y/N pushed him away, not before he used a propulsion ray on Y/N that threw him to the ground.
Throwing a few more, Y/N pushed him away, not before he used a propulsion ray on Y/N that threw him to the ground. Throwing a few more, Y/N pushed him away, not before he used a propulsion ray on Y/N that threw him to the ground.
Wanda managed to hold onto the tower before falling. But the other Iron Man shot the same sonic blast at Wanda causing her to drop the turret.
Y/N sped up to approach where they were. Sensing something approaching in the air around him, guessing it was the other Iron Man, Y/N released a few of his feathers, just enough to propel Steve and Bucky into the shed before the turret hit the ground. And as he did so, he felt his foot being trapped by the Spider Boy's web and when he was about to let go, he noticed small missiles being launched in his direction, forcing him to protect himself with his wings and being thrown to the ground.
Spider Boy threw more web, pinning Y/N to the ground while he had his wings protecting his body. With more work than he thought he would have, he managed to free himself from the webs. Steve's jet had already left the airport, the two iron men along with Spider Boy were taking Scott down and Vision was beside Wanda, as if he was comforting her.
And when he thought that was over, he noticed Stark and the other Iron Man flying towards Steve's ship. Y/N hurried to fly to try to stop them, Sam was way ahead of him when a laser shot passed close to Y/N was going towards Sam who noticed and managed to dodge it, but hitting the other Iron Man who started to plummet.
Y/N went towards him, trying to send some feathers to try to soften the fall when he was hit by small missiles launched by Stark. The pain was enough to destabilize. Unfortunately, when Stark approached his friend, he had already hit the ground hard.
After managing to regain his balance, he landed next to Stark next to Sam.
― I’m sorry. ― Sam spoke really sadly.
― I could have caught him if you hadn't… ― Y/N was cut off with Stark shooting a propulsion beam towards the two, leaving them unconscious.
When Y/N woke up, he was in some sort of cell. Leather straps were attached to its body, which impeded the movement of its wings, and it wore a technological metal collar, which it assumed was the reason it couldn't control its feathers telepathically. Through the glass of her cell, she could see Wanda in another cell, her arms tied, sitting on the floor.
He felt impotent, he couldn't do anything there and like that. So he just sat on the bed, hugged his legs and accepted his future, hoping that Steve would finish what they started.
A few days passed before he heard someone approaching his cell. He knew it wasn't the guards because it wasn't mealtime.
Y/N looked through the glass of the cell, the man approached and when finally the light entered his face, he could see Steve smiling at Y/N.
― You took too long. ― Y/N said but knowing he was smiling too, happy to see Steve well.
― I had some mishaps along the way. ― Steve spoke ― I hope you have already packed your bags.
― For sure. I already made my review with one star for the terrible room service.
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FINDING YOU Chapter 2
Summary: You're in a relationship with Steve Rogers, but his best friend just always seems to be around!
Word Count: 4.44K
Warnings: nightmares and Coldplay (if that bothers some people)
MASTERLIST
CHAPTER 2
Your phone lit up like a Christmas tree. Why had you picked that insane light setting? Picking it up, you found it was a text from Steve.
Hey Ace, looks like this day is going to be a lot longer than expected. No need to come over tonight. Will keep you informed. Love Steve.
You stared at the message, insides squirming with guilt at the things you'd said.There really wasn't any real animosity between you and Bucky, but his withdrawn nature perturbed you. You consider yourself a good judge of character and your inability to get a read on Bucky's thoughts threw you off your stride. You racked your brain for the right words until the lesson bell sounded, so you fired off a quick few words.
I'll see you when you get back. Love you too.
The day seemed to drag on, your students were definitely trying your patience. But you were finally able to escape, avoiding May who would be able to read your feelings and you had no desire to discuss your feelings with her. You sat in your car, reflecting on that last thought and laughed. The idea of May discussing your feelings was hilarious, most likely she would just frown her disapproval.
The drive home allowed you time to reflect and you resolved to try harder on kindling a relationship with Bucky. Pizza was always a good bonding time, and it was almost dinner time. You decided to pick something up on your way home. And what psycho dislikes pizza?
You balanced the still steaming boxes in one hand and rapped on Steve's door with the other. The steam was starting to fog up your glasses and you clicked your tongue in annoyance. Of all the gifts you'd received during terrigenesis, you wish it had fixed your vision.
"Hello?" you knocked again. "Bucky? Are you there?"
No answer. You knocked again. Silence.
"Ugh, fine be like that," you mumbled under your breath, putting the pizza boxes on the floor before fumbling around for the keys to Steve's apartment.
The flat metal piece slid into the lock and turned without resistance. Knocking again, you opened the door cautiously and you were greeted by darkness. This didn't necessarily exclude the possibility of an empty home. You knew that supersoldiers had a very keen focus when it came to their vision and sometimes the bright lights were more of a hindrance than help. Steve had often expressed his dislike of the harsh glow of modern LED lights, preferring to spend his evenings in the soft glow of his fireplace.
Tentatively, you flipped the main light switch to find an empty apartment. You sighed and dropped the pizza boxes on the kitchen counter, checking your phone for a text from Steve but nothing. Grabbing a plate and a couple of slices, you made yourself comfortable on the couch after changing into one of Steve's t-shirts.
You were half way through watching Back to the Future on Steve's laptop when Bucky walked in.
"Oh," his lips formed a perfect little circle as they voiced his surprise and apparent disappointment at your presence in the apartment. He stood frozen in the doorway, seeming unsure of how to behave.
"Hey," you smiled at him with apprehension. It was like you'd caught a deer in the headlights and any sudden movement would cause him to flee. "I bought pizza if you're hungry."
"I already ate," he grunted. Then as an afterthought he added, "thanks," before wandering off to his little sleeping pad.
"Oh well, more for me," you grumbled. Although you felt curious about where he had been, knowing you'd not get any headway from the brunette supersoldier you returned to your movie.
When Marty and Jennifer finally fly off to the future with Doc in the DeLorean you decide to call it a night. You hadn't heard from Steve all evening and you were a little worried about his lack of communication. Seeds of doubt and insecurity had taken root and were slowly growing tendrils around your mind. Was he in danger? Was he angry about the conversation you'd had that morning?
The best way you knew to ease your growing anxiety was to surround yourself with Steve's comforting aura, which meant climbing into his bed and cuddling his pillow. You fell asleep shockingly quickly, but a day drenched with guilt and overthinking was apt to tire a girl out.
Maybe hours or maybe just minutes had passed before you were woken by a loud bang. Your eyes shot open, wide from shock, heart pounding in fear. Hands tightened around a pillow in a still empty bed. Steve hadn't returned.
As you felt more awake, you noticed some quieter sounds coming from outside the bedroom door. Time to investigate, you thought, reminding yourself that you had fought HYDRA agents, aliens and Melinda May, a home invader, was hardly up there in the league of the Big Three.
Bucky!
The light bulb finally went off in your brain. Normally Steve had disappeared by this point and you were free to fall back asleep in peace. But today you were on your own, and on second thought, you might fare better fighting an actual hydra than dealing with the former HYDRA agent.
Gingerly you opened the bedroom door and crept around to the dining area where Bucky usually hid himself away.
"Fuck," you swore, stubbing your toe against a table leg. Gritting your teeth you clicked on the small pendant lights which hung over the kitchen counter.
Across the room, you saw Bucky twisting on the floor, mumbling in his sleep. As you crept closer, you noticed the sheen of sweat coating his bare chest. He was tangled up in the blanket he was using and the more he fought against it, the tighter its bind seemed to get.
"Bucky?" you whispered, hoping he would wake.
But Bucky continued to toss and turn, his fists clenched with fear.
"Bucky!" you reached out to tap his shoulder.
It was a mistake. His subconscious reacted instinctively and you felt his fist connecting with your face with eye watering force.
You cursed with the pain, falling backwards onto your butt. The noise you made was enough to wake the dead, but it had no effect on the traumatized veteran who lay before you.
"Oh Bucky," you sighed, as the initial sting of the hit started to wear off.
How did Steve do this? Maybe you should ask him, you thought, before realizing that your phone was in the bedroom. And leaving Bucky at this point felt like the wrong thing to do. You were on your own for this one, but you heard Steve's voice in your head. You got this Ace, just be you.
You decided to try the only thing you knew worked for you when you'd had bad dreams as a child.
"Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do.
Yeah, they were all yellow."
You sang softly. Yellow. It was one of your favorite songs and it was the first thing that popped into your head.
"I came along,
I wrote a song for you.
And all the things you do,
And it was called Yellow."
But Bucky's dreams weren't just bad dreams. It was his past actions haunting him, eating away at his soul.
"So then I took my turn.
Oh, what a thing to have done,
And it was all yellow."
Maybe some color would help lighten up the darkness in his heart.
"Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful.
And you know, you know I love you so,
You know I love you so."
He seemed a little calmer. You didn’t move closer, but you did dare to reach out and grazed your hand across his soft brown cropped locks.
"I swam across,
I jumped across for you.
Oh, what a thing to do,
'Cause you were all yellow."
His breathing had changed, slower, deeper. His fingers released their tight grip. You dared to lay your hand on his scalp and your thumb gently caressed this temple as you continued to sing softly.
"I drew a line,
I drew a line for you.
Oh, what a thing to do,
And it was all yellow."
Bucky’s eyelashes twitched, his lids beginning to flutter. Slowly, you withdrew your hand, being careful not to make sudden movements that may startle him. But you kept singing.
"And your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful.
And you know, for you, I'd bleed myself dry,
For you, I'd bleed myself dry."
His eyes opened with a snap, but they were glazed with a film of unshed tears. You turned away, not wanting to think you were staring at him. But Bucky could still see the images of his past victims, feel the blood on his hands and worst of all he tasted the acrid iron tinge of the blood that seeped through his clothing, clinging to his skin for days after he had washed away the stain. Slowly your voice seemed to penetrate his haze of memories.
"It's true,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And all the things that you do."
As you finished the last part of the song, you kept your gaze averted but you could sense the older man’s eyes on you.
The floor of Steve’s apartment was incredibly uncomfortable. You shifted your weight from side to side, trying to regain sensation in your toes. Silently Bucky watched your little jig to stimulate your deadened nerves. Slowly, he sat up and shuffled back to lean against the wall, assuming a position similar to yours.
"I’m sorry I woke you," he said eventually.
"Who says I was sleeping?"
"I heard you snoring."
You narrowed your eyes and gave him an evil side stare. He gave you a small smirk in acknowledgement of your exasperation.
"You know you’re incredibly annoying, right?" you scowled at him.
"So I've been told."
A gentle sigh escaped your lips as you pondered on how to ask about his mental state. Are you alright? seemed like a stupid question because he was clearly far from alright. You shifted uncomfortably, as you fought to find the right words.
"Are you alright?" Bucky asked. He was looking directly at you with narrowed eyes of suspicion.
Could he read your mind? Luckily you had cultivated your ability to think on your feet during the time you'd been an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.. "Sorry, it's just a bit chilly."
To your surprise, Bucky shuffled closer to you and offered you a corner of the blanket still draped over his legs.
“Thank you,” you whispered. As you accepted his offer, your fingers brushed against his and a sharp stab of electricity sparked from his skin to yours. “Ouch,” you sucked air between your teeth.
“Oh sorry. I think it’s this damn rug.”
“Static,” you confirmed, nodding your agreement with his conclusion.
Your comment was met with silence and you weren’t quite sure what to make of it. Sitting quietly on the floor in your boyfriend's apartment, under a blanket, with his best friend felt strangely comfortable, and that is what made you feel extremely uncomfortable. You felt compelled to fill the void with words.
“You don't get a whole lot of sleep, do you?”
“What gave you that idea?”
His question made you chortle.
“You should go back to bed,” Bucky suggested.
“I should. Not that tired.” Your words were almost drowned by a jaw quivering yawn.
“You're a terrible liar," he observed. “So you're just going to sit there?"
“Do you have a better idea?”
“No."
It was Bucky's turn to fill the uncomfortable silence.
"You heard from Steve?” he asked.
“No. You worried?”
“No.” He had the decency to look worried.
“Steve's good at… whatever it is he is doing. He'll be fine.” You sighed. You were saying the words out loud to convince yourself rather than actually believing them.
“You have a lot of faith in him.”
“He is the most amazing person I've ever met.”
“You really love him, huh?” Bucky's words sounded quiet, almost sad.
A smile spread from ear to ear, lighting up your face. You opened your mouth, but the words to express your feelings elude you. “Yeah.”
"Figures that Steve picks the girl next door."
"What does that mean?"
“I just meant that I’m not surprised that Steve likes someone like you.”
“Someone like me?”
Bucky hesitated, suddenly feeling self conscious about speaking his thoughts about you. “You know, kind, pretty, easy to talk to…” His voice tailed off, a pink blush stained his cheeks, which he hoped you couldn’t see in the dim lighting.
“Easy to talk to?” you scoffed. “How ironic since you’ve barely said two words to me since we met.”
Bucky shrugged noncommittally.
“I rest my case. You know, I think this might be the longest conversation we’ve ever had?”
Bucky didn’t feel that your question dignified a response, but now that you’d gotten him to open up a little, you hoped to continue the conversation. “So how did you and Steve meet?”
“He was trying to take on some thugs on his own. I helped him out.”
You smirked, “so nothing’s changed then.”
A soft laugh left Bucky’s lips. “Definitely not.”
“You know what’s funny? That’s exactly how I met him.”
“Wait, what do you mean?”
“He was fighting a Va-Shaak scouting party on Washington Avenue.”
"Va-Shaak?"
"Invasive race of alien plunderers, like to pillage and ransack other worlds, stripping them clean of their resources and leaving a wasteland behind them."
"Should I ask how you know that?"
"Unlimited access to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s extensive database."
"I thought you were a teacher?" he frowned.
"At a S.H.I.E.L.D Academy." You smirked, "Also, I'm in with the director."
"So what happened? With Steve?"
"He pretty much had them cornered in a building when I got there. I guess we both have bad habits of running towards the terrifying sounds of gunfire.
"Anyway, I turned up in time for one of the Va-Shaaks to drop a grenade at their feet. Apparently it's their 'self-destruct'. So naturally the whole thing is crumbling around him.
"But does Steve leave? No, of course not. Because there is always one straggler who you have to rescue."
"Do this alot?" Bucky asked dubiously.
"Used to. Retired."
Bucky contemplated your answer with interest. It was surprising as you expected that Steve may have mentioned these things to him.
"So what happened?" he asked.
"What do you think?"
"Well obviously Steve tried to save them. But even he can't survive a building falling on him, right?"
"Let's not test it."
"Agreed."
"Wow, we agree on something," you quipped.
"So I presume you used your superpowers to save him," Bucky could hardly contain the sarcasm.
"And you really don't know anything about me. We don't really call them 'superpowers'."
"What?"
"I have certain… abilities which allow me to manipulate the density of molecules around me and control their movements."
"Meaning?"
"It's like… like this." It was easier to show than tell. With a flick of your wrist, you created a small violet tinged aura around an empty pizza box that had been left discarded on the dining table and pushed it across the table.
"Neat," he whispered. "So you just…" he waved his wrist, mimicking your movement, "just moved them out?"
"I guess that would have been one option."
"And the other option was?"
"Holding up the ceiling until Steve made sure that no one else was there and that none of the Va-Shaak escaped."
"And here I thought you were just a teacher and a doctor."
You rolled your eyes. Behind the abrasive exterior, Bucky Barnes seemed to have a rather sweet personality. "When it was all over, he said thank you and left. I remember thinking at the time that he was a little icy. I didn't know at the time that he'd lost everyone he cared about. It's good that he has you now."
"What? The guy who sleeps on the floor of his best friend's apartment and ruins his relationship with his girlfriend?"
"I'm sorry I said that." You apologized
"It was the truth."
"I was wrong."
"You think I need him?"
"I think he needs you. Anyway, I decided there was nothing else I could do, so I'd just head home. Which basically involved me following Steve."
"Did he notice?" Bucky asked curiously.
"I caught up to him as he was opening the front door. Can't believe he had the gall to ask me if I was following him home!"
"Well technically you did."
You smiled. It surprised you how relaxed you felt, so relaxed in fact that you hadn't noticed that you were leaning against his right arm. Your eyes were beginning to droop. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the call of Morpheus, despite the gentle throbbing which had started on your face. And even though you had no idea what time it was, you thought you could hear the first song of your warbler.
Bucky sat as still as he could so as not to disturb your sleep. Your head lolled against his good shoulder, hair covering your face and you were snoring very gently. He longed to reach over and tuck the stray locks behind your ear but was too afraid of waking you.
Luckily Bucky was no stranger to stillness. The years he had spent on ice had been the perfect training. He heard Steve's footsteps in the corridor before the door opened. In the preceding seconds where Steve put his key in the door, Bucky felt internal panic at the situation he was about to he found in.
"Buck?" Steve's voice was gentle, worried, having seen the small hanging lights were on.
"Hey," Bucky whispered, not moving an inch.
"Everything OK?" Steve popped his head around the corner, surprised to find you asleep on Bucky's shoulder.
Bucky nodded.
"Did it happen again?"
Bucky didn't need to answer for Steve to know. "You should take her to bed."
Steve crouched down beside you and brushed the hair from your face, his eyes widening at the purple discoloration which was forming on your cheekbone.
Bucky noticed the change in Steve's expression and twisted around to follow his line of vision. His heart plummeted, was he responsible for your injury? You'd said nothing about it for the hours you'd sat together. Anxiously, he looked at Steve to see if his friend was angry. But Steve was too focused on you.
Steve's thumb caressed your cheek, his large palm cupping your face. The gentle pressure was enough to wake you from your slumber.
You breathed deeply as your eyes opened with a full view of your boyfriend's face.
"Hey Ace," he smiled, blue eyes twinkling in the low light.
"Steve," you hummed happily. "You're home!"
"How're you doing?"
You pouted, "my butt is numb."
"Oh, it's that all?"
"I think Bucky needs more blankets."
Steve smiled at your kindness. Despite what had happened that morning, you'd still been there for Bucky when he wasn't able to. It was one of the things he loved about you.
"Yeah, we can sort that in the morning. Want to come to bed with me?" Steve held out his hand for you to take.
You nodded. "Just a second." You turned to Bucky and asked, "you OK?"
The full view of your face, looking directly into his steely blue eyes was disquieting. Your facial contusion had started to take shape and was clearly visible even in the darkness.
Bucky choked out a yes. The expression on his face was unchanged but his eyes glossed over with a haunted look that Steve was all too familiar with.
"Good man," you patted his shoulder, completely oblivious to the silent exchange between the two friends.
You held out your hands and Steve lifted you to your feet with ease, as though you were a ragdoll. Steve placed his hands on your shoulders and guided your sleep heavy form into the bedroom, glancing back towards his friend with concerned eyes.
Bucky was left alone, again. He had sworn that now he had his mind back, he wouldn't hurt anyone unintentionally but here he was, out of control of his own body, his own actions, his own free will. Would his nightmare ever end?
He finally dozed off as dawn crept through the apartment.
Bucky woke up with a start to the sound of Steve cracking eggs.
"Sorry, I was hoping not to wake you."
"Because you think you can do a better job in the kitchen than me?" Bucky got up from his position on the floor, stretching out the stiffness.
"I'd never dream of competing."
Bucky took a few hesitant steps forward, waiting for the onslaught of reprimands. His pulse pounded in his ears as the silence stretched out between them.
"Steve-" Bucky wanted him to say something, anything.
"Buck," Steve put down the bowl and whisk in his hand and sat down opposite his friend. "What happened?"
Bucky hadn't thought this far ahead, he had no idea what had happened. How had he hurt you? He felt sick. It was happening all over again and he had no one to blame but himself. He shook his head, unable to find the words to explain what had surpassed.
"Look, I know I wasn't here. I'm sorry. I should've been."
"Steve-"
"Don't worry, it's not going to happen again."
What did that mean? Bucky thought. Did Steve want him to leave?
"I'll tell Ace that she should sleep at her place until we figure this out."
"You'll do no such thing," you exploded, having walked out of Steve’s room to overhear his last sentence. "Why are you talking about me without me?"
The two blue eyed men stared at you, neither super soldier had noticed you emerging from the bedroom.
"What’re the two of you talking about? And don't give me any bullshit, because I have a massive headache."
Steve and Bucky's eyes flicked from you to each other and back to you.
Exasperated by their silence you exploded at them. "Fine! Be like that. I'm going to the bathroom. Someone better talk when I get back." With that you spun around and left the boys with their thoughts.
You were irate. The lack of sleep and the throbbing behind your eye was strongly contributing to this feeling. One of your pet peeves was people keeping things from you, which was hilarious because the people who you'd been closest two for the last seven years were the most secretive people you knew.
You'd grumbled angrily as you sat on the toilet. What gave him the right to tell you what to do? Why had you expected him to be different from any other man? Was he upset that you'd been up with Bucky? He hadn't seemed that way last night.
You flushed furiously and started washing your hands. As you scrubbed away, you looked up in the mirror to see if the bags under your eyes were as big as you expected. You gasped slightly at the size of the black eye you are now sporting.
Suddenly the boys' attitudes made sense. You sighed, it was time to go back and face the two idiots.
"Well that trip to the bathroom was a little more illuminating than expected." You placed your hands on the back of an empty chair, leaning forwards towards the men.
"Ace, you were right," Steve interjected. "I think some privacy would be good for us and I can come back here when it's needed."
"Steve, where did you receive this misguided notion where you think I need your protection?" you rebuked him. "I'm not here because I need that from you."
"I'm only suggesting it because I love you. I don't want to see you get hurt."
His voice stayed calm, yours did not.
"I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions about what is dangerous for me."
"This shouldn't have happened, I should have been here, I failed you. And you," he turned to Bucky, his voice lower than before. "Like that day on the train."
"Steve, I chose to be there that day. Ace and I are quite capable of making decisions about our own lives."
Your eyes widened with surprise that Bucky was siding with you.
Bucky turned to you and apologized, not quite making eye contact.
"You didn't know."
"Ignorance isn’t an excuse."
"You caught me off guard, I've been hit a lot harder before. Next time I'll be more prepared." You tried to be nonchalant, almost joking as you sat down opposite Bucky, trying to get him to look you in the eyes.
"There isn't going to be a next time," Steve interrupted. "Bucky and I are going to sort this out."
You clenched your teeth and rose from your seat in anger. Your instinct was to walk out immediately, infuriated by Steve's arrogance and stubbornness. The rage that coursed through your veins carried you as far as the door. Your hand gripped the handle but didn't get as far as turning it. Every breath you took was deep, forcing down the fury that threatened to envelop you.
Steve and Bucky watched as you stood motionless at the door. They shared a quick glance, concerned by your reaction.
The rage you were feeling was starting to dissipate and the ability to access rational thought was returning to you. You didn't want to walk out, because it meant that you might not come back. Steve was bullheaded, but you had an equal, if not larger penchant for digging in your heels.
"I'm not leaving." You sat back down at the table, crossing your arms over your chest. The sullen expression you tried to maintain as your stomach grumbled at an embarrassingly loud volume.
Bucky raised an eyebrow as he shot a small smirk at Steve. "Guess I'll be making pancakes… again."
Steve also rose and walked around the kitchen until he was standing behind you. Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around you, snaking his hands over your shoulders, down your forearms until his fingertips were closing around yours.
"Thank you," he whispered in your ear and gently placed a kiss on your temple before busying himself with the business of breakfast.
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