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Three's a Crowd... But Four is a Party

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Robin Buckley

Description: You and Eddie have been together for a while, and as a bisexual couple there's one thing you can agree on: Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington are hot.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only, Minors DNI!!!!), Oral (F Receiving), Fingering (F Receiving), Semi-Public (they're in Steve's backyard), Robin only partakes in sexual acts with Reader and does not interact romantically or sexually with Steve or Eddie in any way.

A/N: I want so desperately to be the plaything of these three. Oh and yes, there will be a part 2 eventually.

Word Count: 6660

Part 2 can be found here!

It was a cool summer evening in Hawkins, the breeze blowing lightly as the four of you passed around an expertly rolled joint, courtesy of your boyfriend Eddie Munson, and your faces were lit by the soft otherworldly blue of the pool lights. You’d all gathered at Steve’s place for your weekly movie night before collectively deciding that nothing sounded properly appealing. You’d also collectively realized that a dip in the pool sounded much more inviting.

Robin was currently the only one actually in the pool, at least fully submerged in it, as Steve was laid back in one of the beach chairs he’d set up and you and Eddie lingered by the edge as you smoked. You’re not sure how it started, but Eddie and Robin had engaged in a heated debate on the intricacies of pleasuring a woman.

“Listen, all I’m saying is I think a girl would know her way around lady bits better than a guy,” Robin protested, one arm holding the side of the pool as she gestured wildly with the other hand and the water lapped softly at her movements.

You kicked your feet in the water as you sat on the rough concrete edge and leaned into Eddie’s bare chest behind you as he took a drag, giggling as he and Robin continued their spat.

“And I’m saying,” Eddie nodded his head sharply in emphasis, his hair tickling your cheek as he leaned forward and exhaled a puff of smoke, “It’s about the experience. You gotta know what you’re doing.”

Steve piped up from the chair he was lounging in behind you. “Oh? And is experience something Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson has a lot of?” he jabbed, reaching forward to grab the joint from Eddie’s hand.

Eddie scoffed as he handed it off, returning his hands to your sides and giving them a squeeze as you let out a giggly squeal, “With this one, I sure do.” You rolled your eyes and lightly elbowed him, feeling the gentle, ticklish warmth from where his fingers touched.

Steve grimaced at the public display of affection with mock disgust as he pressed the joint to his lips and inhaled deeply. “And on that note, I’m gonna grab another beer,” he said, jumping up to walk towards the kitchen. “Get you guys anything?” he called over his shoulder.

You all placed your orders as he walked away before Eddie took notice, “Hey! Harrington! At least leave the weed behind, would you?”

Steve turned around, standing in the doorway as he leaned against his arm and made a show of taking the longest drag yet. From the distance all you could see was the small glowing spot grow in intensity between his fingers as he wiggled his eyebrows tauntingly.

“Consider it payment for me letting you guys use my pool!” he called back as he lowered the joint to flick the ash off on the ground.

“Oh fuck you, Harrington,” Eddie protested with a flash of his middle finger, his rings glinting in the low light.

Steve chuckled, “You wish, Munson.” He finished what was left of it before putting it out and tossing the roach in the trash can as he left for the kitchen.

The metalhead coughed and cleared his throat, waving his hand in front of his face to pretend it was just a delayed effect of the weed smoke and not that Steve Harrington had just called him out, knowingly or not.

Trying to regain his composure and ignore the knowing smirk you were giving him, Eddie immediately turned to Robin to continue their earlier debate.

“So let me get this straight,” he started, moving to sit next to you as he held his hands up in contemplation, “you really think that just having a vagina makes you better at eating one?” The disbelief was clear on his face.

Robin furrowed her eyebrows and nodded her head like it was obvious, “Well, yeah? Don’t you think you’d be better at sucking dick since you know what feels good?”

You snickered at her bluntness, pushing yourself off the edge and sliding into the embrace of the cool water next to Robin. You shivered slightly as you immersed yourself fully, acclimating to the cold slowly before inserting yourself into the debate. “She’s got a point there, babe.” You swam behind her and wrapped your arms around her neck, and Robin tried really hard not to focus on the way your breasts pressed against her back as you let your legs float up behind you. “Us girls just get each other.”

Eddie crossed his legs and leaned forward, squinting at the two of you. “Yeah? And just how much experience do either of you have at eating pussy?” When your eyes widened and Robin just stammered and sputtered incoherent thoughts, he grinned. “That’s what I thought,” he commented triumphantly as he cocked his head to either side.

“That’s not fair!” you whined as you brought your hand up, splashing him lightly as he guarded his face with a chuckle before replacing it on Robin’s shoulder to steady yourself. “It’s not like ladies are openly lining up to sleep with each other left and right. We’d be stoned in the streets!”

“Exactly! I’d love to get some experience, obviously, but I’d rather not out myself publicly,” Robin added, bouncing on the balls of her feet in slight irritation as you held on. “You stare at boobs, you get a pat on the back.” She placed a hand on her chest as she continued, “I stare at boobs, and it’s like I’ve committed a felony.”

“Okay,” you started, letting go of Robin and wading over to stand next to her, “So maybe experience is key to specific partners, but I say having a vagina means you understand the basics more,” you compromised, looking up at Eddie as you raised a brow, waiting for his response.

You heard the sliding glass door open as The Hair returned. “Oh my god, are you guys still on about this?” Steve walked out, heaving a sigh and carrying a six pack before setting them down with a soft thunk at the edge of the pool as he sat down next to Eddie.

“Yes, Steve. I need to be right,” Robin joked as she slowly waved her arms back and forth in the water and you nodded vehemently in agreement.

You grabbed a beer as you leaned against the edge, wet hands fumbling a bit before you were able to pop the tab and gulp down the cheap beverage. It felt pleasantly cold going down your throat as you bit back a slight wince of disgust at the aftertaste. Robin found herself enraptured by the way your throat bobbed with every swallow, eyes following the planes of your neck as you tilted your head back. She didn’t catch herself staring at you until it was too late--Eddie noticed and already had a devilish smirk forming on his face.

He’d known for a long time that you were bi, just the same as him. You’d both sort of come out to each other a while back when, ironically, discussing your attractions towards the two people you were hanging out with right now. He licked his lips, lost in thought for a moment as he clasped his hands together in his lap with a knowing smile.

You placed your now empty can back on the rough concrete with a clang, the pleasant buzz filling your mind as you looked up at Steve. “Don’t you think you’d be better at giving a guy head?” you asked, and he spit his drink as you clamored to shield yourself from the spray of beer that attacked you from his lips.

“Excuse me?” he replied, eyes going wide as he curled his lip and looked at you incredulously.

You dipped your head underneath the water to wash off the spittle before resurfacing with a gasp and a shake of your head. “You have a dick!” you exclaimed as you wiped your face with your forearm, causing Eddie to laugh at your brashness. “You’ve had your dick sucked, haven’t you?”

Steve continued to stare at you as if you’d lost your head and Eddie was cackling as he clapped his hands. Robin swam over and punched him lightly in the leg as she chuckled. “She asked you a question, pretty boy.”

Steve’s cheeks flushed and he vigorously shook his head, his perfectly styled hair bobbing with his movements as he blinked. “I mean, yeah, but-”

“So you know what feels good!” you interrupted, nodding your head dramatically.

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed as he threw a hand up, “I mean, I guess? Yeah?” He shook his head again and waved his hand dismissively, “If we’re being serious, I’m pretty sure women are a lot more complicated than men down there.”

“Hmm… agree to disagree,” you murmured as you floated over to lean your head against Robin’s shoulder, one hand coming to wrap around her bicep as you pressed it against her side.

You were usually pretty cuddly with all of your friends, but the slight buzz of alcohol was definitely making you lean into your movements more, and Robin blushed slightly at the contact. You hummed contentedly as you relaxed in the water, cheek warm against Robin’s skin.

Eddie locked eyes with Robin, giving her a wink that made her knit her brows together in confusion before he turned to you, “So…” he began, waiting for you to turn your attention to him, “I think we can settle this little dispute of ours.”

“What are you talking about, Eds?” you asked him, letting go of your hold on Robin to swim back to him. You rested your hands on the edge of the pool as you stared up at him sweetly. His deep brown eyes bored into your own as he simply smirked at you for a moment, relishing in the look of anticipation on your face.

Steve swung his legs over the edge of the pool, dipping his feet into the water as he leaned forward. “Yeah, what are you getting at, Munson?”

Eddie tilted his head and shrugged, a cheeky grin plastered on his face as he reached down to brush your cheek with the pad of his thumb, his gaze never leaving your face, “I’m saying that we have two lovely ladies right here who are obviously into each other.”

Your jaw dropped and Robin gasped. Steve was also speechless, raising his eyebrows at the metalhead before looking back between the two of you. It was as if he were trying to suddenly connect the dots that had been right in front of his face the entire time.

“Eddie!” you hissed finally as you pulled back from him, heat rising to your cheeks.

Robin was a flustered mess, backing up and bracing herself on the ladder as she tried to compose herself. “W-We’re just friends! And-and you two are dating!” she fumbled with her words as she pointed to the both of you, “Not that you’re not attractive, Y/N! And not that I wouldn’t-I mean, I’m sure I’d enjoy sleepi-I mean, any girl would be lucky to kiss you, let alone-!”

Eddie sat back as Robin continued her rambling, leaning on his hands and looking like the cat who got the cream as he looked over to Steve. “It’s not just me who sees this, right?”

Steve, still grappling with the shock of Eddie Munson so openly offering his girlfriend to their mutual friend, continued to stare at you and Robin. Mulling it over in his head and seeing the way the two of you scrambled to compose yourselves, he shrugged his shoulders and just decided to go with it. “You wanted to be right, Buckley,” he teased, and Robin gave him an exasperated look with her mouth agape as she slapped a hand down on the water’s surface to splash at him for his betrayal.

You definitely wouldn’t have said this sober, but the buzz of alcohol and the floating embrace of your high were definitely winning you over. You couldn’t help yourself when you scoffed at the two boys indignantly and replied, “Well then… then it’s only fair if you two test it out, too!”

Eddie wet his lips in contemplation, but he was having too much fun teasing you. “Hmm, I’m pretty sure the argument was about pleasing a lady originally,” he commented, not missing the way Steve was staring at him out of the corner of his eye. “We should focus on one experiment at a time, I think.”

Your heart was racing and you could tell Robin was equally paralyzed when you glanced over at her. Her eyes kept glancing down to your lips as she exhaled shakily. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to touch her, to kiss her, and you’d received Eddie’s explicit blessing in this regard, but the last thing you wanted to do was ruin the friendship you shared with some silly little dispute.

“Do… Do you want to do this?” you asked quietly with a slight nod of your head in her direction.

Robin looked like a deer in the headlights as she stared into your eyes and gripped the ladder bars like her life depended on it. Her lips parted to say something, but instead she just swallowed it back and nodded her head enthusiastically before letting go of the ladder. You slowly made your way towards her, the water sloshing softly around your chest as you approached and you raised a hand to her cheek. Her skin was soft beneath your touch and you inhaled deeply, the closeness of your bodies meaning something completely different to you now as you took in the scent of chlorine and her strong-smelling strawberry shampoo. Leaning forward, you tentatively pressed your lips against hers as she shuddered and gasped softly into your mouth.

She was still entirely too tense and you pulled away, searching her expression for any hesitation. Robin’s bottom lip quivered in anticipation and she nodded again, her hand slowly coming up out of the water to wrap around your neck as you kissed her.

You’d never kissed a girl before, as much as you’d thought about it. It felt completely different to kissing Eddie and you delighted in how soft her lips were, your fingers tickling down her sides to grip her waist. She was still careful with her movements, not really sure how to hold you or reciprocate your touches, and her fingers threaded through your hair as droplets of water from her hand cascaded down your neck.

“Shit,” Steve whispered under his breath as he watched you two make out, not wanting to be gross towards his friends but unable to take his eyes off of the both of you.

“See? What did I tell you?” he said with a shit-eating grin. He noted the way Steve’s gaze was focused on you specifically, eyes hungrily tracing along the curve of your back beneath the water as you leaned into the kiss. “She’s hot, isn’t she?” Eddie muttered as he leaned towards him, chuckling when Steve simply nodded without tearing his eyes away. He’d always found you attractive and probably would have made a move on you if Munson hadn’t gotten to you first.

You pressed against Robin, deepening the kiss as you pushed her back to the pool wall. Your instincts were taking over as you lifted your thigh between her legs, sighing as you felt the warmth of her core through her swimsuit. You took advantage of Robin’s moan to dip your tongue into her mouth and swirl it against hers. You could feel her heart hammering against her chest as you slid your hand up her body to rest behind her head. You both pulled away, breathing heavily as you stroked the nape of her neck gently.

“L-Let me… let me take over,” Robin asked quietly, grabbing your shoulders when you nodded and gently flipping you so you were against the wall now, looking you up and down before taking your face in her hands and crashing her lips into yours. You leaned into the kiss and she experimentally nipped at your bottom lip, smiling as you whimpered softly.

Gaining more confidence, she kissed the corner of your mouth before planting her lips along your jawline, nipping at the skin as your hand came up to hold the back of her head. Her lips ghosted along your neck, her breath tickling your skin as she brought a hand to your breast. You gasped as she kneaded the skin, her thumb brushing over your nipple through the fabric of your bikini top.

“You… oh you feel amazing,” Robin murmured into your neck as you clung to her for dear life, trying to grind into her to gain any semblance of friction for the building heat in your loins.

“You," your breath hitched when she ran her tongue along the droplets of water littering your skin, "you too." Your mind was too muddled by lust and beer to say anything else. You trailed your other hand down to cup her through her swimsuit bottoms and she bucked into your hand, moaning low as you pressed a finger to her clothed slit.

“S-Somebody’s impatient,” Robin joked as her face contorted in pleasure, gently sucking on your neck as she reached under your top to pinch at your nipples in retaliation before rubbing soothing circles over them with her thumbs. Each swipe of her fingers sent tingling shocks to your core and you moaned wantonly at her ministrations. You glanced over at the two guys you had all but forgotten about in your haze, half-lidded eyes darting between the two of them as they watched you.

The boys were struggling on the sidelines. Steve cleared his throat quietly as he looked away from you and desperately tried to adjust his hard on in his trunks, and Eddie was all but palming himself, attempting to maintain some restraint as he watched the love of his life fulfill one of the only fantasies he couldn’t make a reality for her. His gaze was dark and predatory, earning a shudder from you as he smirked.

Their eyes on you only turned you on further as you started to stroke Robin’s cunt through her swimsuit, all of your nerves on fire as you pleasured each other. Something about the water of the pool only added to the feeling of her skin on yours, the lack of friction allowing her thumbs to swipe over your pebbled nipples with ease. You shut your eyes and whined, pulling her head up to kiss her again as you moaned into her mouth.

Robin removed her hands from your tits to grab you by the hips, lifting you in the water as she tried to get you to sit on the edge in front of her. Eddie caught on and moved over to lift you up as you pushed off the edge with your hands, and he sat behind you with your back to his chest as he started to trail kisses on your neck. He ran his tongue up your spine and neck, the contrast of his hot mouth on your quickly cooling skin causing goosebumps to spread across your body. Your attention was pulled back in front of you as you felt Robin’s fingers dance up your calves. With her hands on your knees, Robin gently pried your legs open as she moved between them, looking up at you as she bit her lip. Your bikini top was pushed up your chest, exposing your breasts to the cool night air as droplets of water trailed down your skin, and you heard Steve groan at the sight of you as Robin dove down to begin planting sloppy kisses on the expanse of your inner thighs.

Robin bit and sucked on a spot just outside your center and you gasped, bucking your hips into her face. She traced her tongue along the edge of your swimsuit, so close to where you needed it but just out of reach, and you whimpered as you pouted down at her. You shuddered as you felt Eddie’s fingers trace along the string of your bikini bottom, pulling one of the knots loose as Robin worked in tandem to peel them off of your dripping center. Robin’s breath hitched in her throat as you were exposed fully to her, suddenly a little self conscious about what she was about to do.

“Come on, Buckley. I thought you said you knew what to do here,” Eddie teased lightly with a smirk as he brought a hand to your chest, groping your breast as he pinched and pulled at the skin.

Her eyes flashed up to your boyfriend for a second before looking back at your wet slit, exhaling shakily, “Shut up, Munson.”

You giggled but it caught in your throat when Robin’s tongue licked gently at your folds, throwing your head back against Eddie’s shoulder when she applied a little more pressure. She flattened her tongue against you, stroking it along your labia before swirling her tongue around the hood of your clit.

“Fuck, Robin, just like that,” you praised, your hand resting against the back of her head as she hummed against you, your fingers lacing through the damp strands as you watched her.

She might not be the best at reading social cues, but damn if she wasn’t an expert at reading your body’s reactions to her tongue. She dipped it deep inside of your core as her nose brushed up against your clit and your breathing quickened, moaning loudly as she learned how to make your body melt against her. Her arms reached underneath your legs, fingers digging into the plush of your ass as she pulled you closer.

Eddie held you up from behind with his arms around your waist when you began to slump against him, drinking in the sight of you. Your tits bounced slightly as your chest heaved, and he could almost feel you gently tugging on Robin’s hair the way you usually did to him.

“You look so fucking gorgeous babe. So absolutely fucked-out from Robin’s tongue.” You shuddered from his praise as you held onto his arm and he looked over to Steve, still sitting uncomfortably with a rather prominent tent in his shorts, and another cheshire cat grin crossed his face. “Harrington. Get over here,” he called out, gesturing with a nod of his head in your direction.

Steve looked from side to side, as if suddenly any other Harrington had appeared and he was referring to them. He raised his eyebrows and pointed to himself, mouthing “me?” before taking a deep breath and awkwardly standing up, walking towards the three of you. He muttered a low "fuck" as he approached, getting a better look at the way Robin was absolutely devouring you.

"If there's one thing I learned in science class," Eddie began as he traced feather-light circles onto your stomach, "it's that experiments,” he whispered, his breath tickling the shell of your ear, “should have a control group."

Steve screwed his face to the side, snapped out of the trance for a moment. "Our friend is eating out your… fuck, very hot girlfriend,” he stated, his gaze hot on your skin, “and you're spewing nerd shit?"

You half giggled and whimpered at the compliment, locking eyes with him for a second, and he felt his cock twitch against the mesh of his shorts. Robin remained focused on the task at hand, her eyes locked on the way your mouth parted in a permanent "o" as she licked long stripes up your slit, sliding one hand along the underside of your thigh to tease a finger at your entrance as her arm splashed gently on the water’s surface.

Eddie was desperately trying to keep his composure, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard and continued, "All I'm saying is that we need to compare groups. I would be going in with a bias: I know my way around my girl's body. You," he punctuated as he pointed a finger into the other man's chest, "Steve Harrington, do not."

Steve glanced down at the ringed finger pressed against his sternum and then back up at Eddie’s face, not sure what to do about the way his body reacted to the commanding nature of the touch. The two of them stared at each other, tension building as Eddie ran the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip. You watched the two of them, waiting with bated breath for one of them to cave and kiss the other.

Robin slowly pressed a finger inside of you, moaning softly as she watched it disappear into your pussy. Your gaze was immediately drawn down to watch her, all attention focused on the way she started to curl the digit against your walls, pressing it up into the spongy spot that made you see stars. Steve’s head turned back to the two of you and he swallowed hard as he watched, registering what Eddie was saying as he suddenly started feeling far too warm out of the water.

“Aww, is Stevie boy getting all worked up?” Eddie teased, biting his lip as he brought his hand up to cup the other man’s jaw. Steve was surprised to say the least, but he couldn’t argue that there was something alluring about the whole situation and the metalhead in front of him whose smirk was likely to do him in completely. “You can touch her,” he reassured, punctuating with the slow movement of his own fingers tracing softly across Steve’s stubbled chin before pulling his hand away quickly, “and don’t worry, she’s talked about you too,” he added, turning to you. “She wants this, don’t you Y/N?”

Robin had wrapped her lips around your clit, sucking hard as you cried out. Eddie chuckled and you glanced over at him, nodding lazily as your eyes darted between him and Steve. He wasn’t what you would call boyfriend material for yourself personally, but you couldn’t deny he was attractive. And you certainly couldn’t deny the ways you’d fantasized about having him in your bed with Eddie.

It was all the confirmation Steve needed before he grabbed your head in his hands and pulled you into a searing kiss. He tasted like beer and weed and something else altogether that you could only describe as him, and you melted into his touch as he carded his fingers through the hair at the nape of your neck, gripping it as he tugged slightly and tilted your head back to kiss you deeper. He delved his tongue into your mouth and groaned in relief as you sighed against him, lowering a hand to palm at your breast. You gasped as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, keening into his mouth as Robin added another finger. Steve pulled away from you, pupils blown out with lust as he stared into your eyes before he let go of you to slide into the pool.

“Alright Buckley, my turn,” Steve stated, tapping his overzealous friend on the shoulder. Robin pouted as she pulled away from your clit with a pop, watching as you clamped around her fingers as she slowly slid them out.

You felt bad for your friend and looked down at her, beckoning for her to join you on the pool’s edge as you leaned back. “Come here, Robin. Let me take care of you.”

Robin’s eyes widened as she pulled herself out of the water, splashing Steve in the process as he spit and sputtered with all the water in his face and mouth, and you giggled at her eagerness. You took her hand in yours as you brought her closer to you, sighing as she pressed her lips to yours. You could taste yourself on her as your tongue dove into her mouth, dancing with hers as you felt Steve position himself between your legs. Much like Robin had, he couldn’t help himself from leaving teasing kisses up and down your thighs.

Eddie scooted back from you as you moved to lie down, dragging Robin with you as she threw a leg over your hip and straddled your stomach, thoroughly soaking your drying skin. You cupped her sex again, watching in awe as she started to grind down against your hand. “You look so beautiful,” you praised, earning a blush and a breathy “oh” from Robin as she braced herself with her hands on your tits. You nudged her swimsuit bottoms to the side as you brushed your fingers against her bare slit, biting your lip as you felt the warm, slick wetness there. “Fuck, is this for me?” you breathed out, feeling your thighs quiver when she nodded, absolutely speechless. You teased two fingers at her entrance, rubbing them up and down her slit before sliding them in her pussy with ease, groaning when she started to bounce on them while she groped at your chest.

Steve was taking his sweet time with you, kissing and sucking at the plush of your thighs before laving his tongue at the junction just outside your dripping center. You felt yourself clench on nothing as you whimpered, desperate for his attention on your core. He spread you with his thumbs, breath hot on your cunt as he hovered there for a moment.

“Fuck, Steve, please,” you begged, thighs twitching in his hold as you squirmed beneath his gaze.

Your voice was like music to his ears and he groaned softly, spurred into action as he dove straight into you without warning. You cried out in pleasure as your back arched slightly. He dipped his tongue into you with long, flat swipes as he brought his thumb up to flick at your clit.

Eddie pulled your head into his lap, his hard on pressing against your cheek through his trunks as he ran his hands through your hair. You stared up at him through long lashes as he smirked at you. “Enjoying yourself?” he teased.

You reached your free hand to brush his hair out of his face. “Fuck yes,” you replied, earning a chuckle from him. “This is not how I expected the night to g--ah!”

You felt Steve smile against you as he swiped at your clit with the tip of his tongue. “Don’t forget about me down here, princess,” he murmured into your folds, the vibrations of his voice adding to your pleasure.

“Mm, she really is a little pillow princess right now, isn’t she?” Eddie snickered, watching your eyes screw shut as Steve tongue-fucked you and Robin rode your fingers.

“Sh-shut up, Eds,” you eked out between moans, moving your hand to lazily stroke at his clothed cock as he inhaled sharply at the contact. “I’ve--hah--I’ve done plenty,” you protested.

Robin hummed in agreement, “You’re, f-fuck, perfect.” She tweaked your nipples in her fingers as she bounced on your hand and you whined. “F-feel so good.”

Steve sucked on your clit harshly and you bucked, nearly throwing Robin off of you as your abdominal muscles contracted. He was intent on reminding you of his presence between your legs as he inserted his fingers, keeping you spread with one hand while he focused his lips and tongue on your bud. He listened closely to your moans as he pressed into you, his pace picking up when he found the spot that made you keen loudly. He timed his thrusts with swirls of his tongue around your clit and you became a whimpering mess as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to build.

“Shit, Harrington. Sounds like you know what you’re doing after all,” Eddie praised as he started to rock his hips into your face. Your mouth watered and, if you were in a better position, you would have immediately taken his cock down your throat. For now, he seemed content to simply taunt you and grin down at you while the other two had their fun with you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” you chanted as your hips moved to thrust back onto Steve’s fingers, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as he rubbed along your inner walls. “Shit, yes. Right there, don’t stop. Fuck.”

Your eyes flashed open to look at Robin, watching the way her tits bounced with her movements. Your mind was hazy, and all you could think was how badly you wanted to watch her come undone with you. You mirrored Steve’s thrusts with your own hand as you started rubbing her clit with your thumb.

“A-ah! Fuck!” Robin cried out, grinding on you with more fervor as you felt her pussy squeeze and flutter around your fingers. “Oh god, Y/N, I--Shit,” she stammered as you finger fucked her. You delighted in the moans she made as they grew higher and higher in pitch and you licked your lips, grabbing her hip with your hand to steady her.

Steve was more than enjoying himself if his noises were anything to go by. He grunted and groaned into your pussy as he sucked at your clit, stilling his thrusts to rapidly curl his fingers into you over and over. The focused attention against that one spot had you moaning like a porn star, crying out as you neared your peak.

“You gonna cum on Harrington’s fingers, pretty girl?” Eddie whispered to you, “Gonna show him just how beautiful it is when you snap?”

You whined at his dirty talk, catching glimpses of Steve’s head between your thighs whenever Robin bounced up. Your eyes met his, half-lidded and heady with the smell and taste of you filling his senses, and he made a show of swirling the flat of his tongue on your pearl as he continued to press his fingers into that perfect spot.

He withdrew slightly to press a kiss against your clit. “Fuck yes, cum for me princess,” he groaned into your folds between laps of his tongue, returning his lips to your bud as he redoubled his efforts.

“Oh, oh god--” The pleasure in you finally peaked, crashing you into your orgasm as you screamed out his name. Steve continued his assault through your climax as you bucked against him, whimpering from the overstimulation as your every nerve was set ablaze and you squirmed under his touch as he slid his fingers out.

Robin watched you, absolutely awe-struck as she rode your hand and finally tipped over the edge, moaning your name and praises as she convulsed around your fingers. You reached up to cup her jaw as you pulled her down to kiss you, moaning into each other’s mouths as the warm tingles of afterglow washed over you. You pulled your fingers out to roam over her hip and grab into the plush of her ass, loving the way she gasped into your mouth at the simplest touch even now.

You heard Steve get out of the pool as you slanted your lips against Robin’s. “So. You think I win?” he chortled as he sat next to Eddie, grabbing a towel to wipe your slick off of his face.

Robin pulled away from you quickly, staring defiantly at Steve. “That’s not fair! You pushed me away before I was done,” she retorted. “I totally would have won if you weren’t so greedy.”

He gave her a once over, noting the way her breathing was still ragged and her face and chest flushed as she hovered over you, “Looks like you ‘won’ plenty to me.”

Robin rolled her eyes as she slid off of you, sitting on her heels next to you as she offered her hand to help you sit up. Without their body heat, your damp skin suddenly felt much colder in the night’s breeze.

“That was…” you began, trailing off as you fixed your bikini and struggled to find the words to say. You looked between Steve and Eddie, heat rising in your cheeks when you looked down at Steve’s groin. Steve noticed your glance and scratched the back of his head, clearly bashful despite the fact that he just ate you out a moment prior. Eddie caught on and raised his eyebrows, mouth hung open in a smile with his tongue in his cheek.

“See something you like, sweetheart?” Eddie grinned, watching as your eyes flashed back over to his face. You knew he was painfully hard by now as well, and you felt yourself salivate at the idea of the two of them using you to sate their lust.

“Y-You…” you breathed out shakily, heat building in your core again as you pressed your thighs together. “Both of you, um,” you bit your lip as your gaze traveled between them, “can I… help?”

Steve’s eyebrows rose, “I mean, you really don’t have to--”

“No, it’s okay,” you reassured him, crawling towards him and looking up at him through your long lashes as you placed a hand on his thigh, “I want to.”

You heard Steve’s breath hitch in his throat as he looked over to your boyfriend who was twirling a curl around his finger absentmindedly while he watched you intently. “You… You want both of us?”

You felt the blood rush to your face, losing some of your spontaneous bravado. “Um, actually,” you began, turning to Robin who quirked an eyebrow at you as you chewed on your lip, “I want all three of you.”

Robin froze for a moment, mulling the thought over in her mind. “O-Okay,” she agreed, “but only if you two,” she pointed at Steve and Eddie with a warning look, “agree to not, um, stare? I refuse to be some boy’s lesbian wet dream.”

Steve put his hands up in mock surrender. “At this point, that would just be weird,” he chuckled, “I’m only in this for her,” he admitted as he stared into your eyes, full of lust as he openly ogled your body right in front of him as you stroked your thumb on his leg.

“That goes without saying for me,” Eddie added, giving Steve a playful punch on the shoulder, “although I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wanna see what Harrington’s packing.”

“Dude,” Steve turned his head and looked at him incredulously, and Eddie gave him an innocent shrug as he snickered.

Robin chuckled, relieved as she turned back to you, “Looks like we’re all on the same page then.” She gave you a sultry, almost predatory glance that was so unlike her usual demeanor you couldn’t help but shudder under her gaze.

Steve took your hand in his as he stood up, dragging you up with him as he placed his other at the small of your back and pulled you flush against him. He was every bit as toned as you had expected him to be as your hands came to rest on his chest, and his cock pressed into your stomach deliciously through his trunks. His eyes darted back and forth between yours, his lips parted as his face hovered only inches away from you. Robin was close behind, her hands on your hips as she pressed into you in much the same as you had done to her earlier, her breasts flattened against your back as she kissed at the crook of your neck. You moaned breathily as Steve ran his index finger along the lower curve of your spine.

Eddie approached the three of you, cupping your cheek gently as he turned your face towards him and kissed you tenderly. When he pulled away, he gazed into your eyes with such love and trust that you couldn’t help but smile softly at him, whispering, “I love you.”

“I love you too, gorgeous,” he replied, giving you a wink. “Now, how about we take this somewhere more comfortable?”

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Threadbare (2)

Steve Rogers x Fashion Designer!Reader

Part Two: Strain Curve (see previous or series)

IMPORTANT: I forgot to mention and link that this started with an anon ask, so I should give them credit for the idea. Here's where this all started! Additionally, Richard Fisk is an actual Marvel character and the son of Kingpin. All that is straight out of the comics (and animated shows), down to the horrible color choices.

Summary: Steve shelters you from Fisk while attempting to hide the truth from Tony. He's not a great liar...but how much of this is really fake?

Warnings for fluffy fluff of the 21st-fluffery with a teeny bit of angst, 100% idiots in love! Also a quick disclaimer about me knowing exactly diddlysquat about fashion design. I binged 'Next In Fashion' and so this is the best I got lol... WC 4066

You watch Steve blush at your attempted smile. He paws at the back of his head before gathering another confession.

“Actually, I do have—I mean, yes, I wanted to see you, but uh—“ he rushes over to fetch a paper bag he must have stashed as he snuck in behind the cops “—I did have a reason to come.”

In the bag, you find three shirts, and your smile turns more genuine.

“Of course, you did. How romantic.”

You’re still awash with adrenaline; there’s no filter to keep your teasing at bay. You can barely pick up that you said anything anyway.

Steve shrugs, looking down to take back the shirts as Abby returns with a glass of water for you. “Not my best move.”

You chug the water, loudly, unable to regulate how desperately you need it. Abby gently pries Steve’s shirts from his tense arms.

“Right.” Steve rolls his shoulders out, straightening and clearly falling into Captain mode. “We need to get you somewhere safe. I just have to make a few calls and—“

“Don’t tell Stark,” you blurt, hand instinctively grabbing the wrist that holds his phone ready. “I’m sorry. That sounded like an order, just…please don’t tell Mr. Stark.” Tony can’t know that Fisk has been using you as a tailor as well. He can’t.

Alarm and curiosity flicker behind Steve’s blue eyes, but he hides it well immediately. “Ok. I’ll—” he makes no move to take his arm back “—think of something.”

“And I have three clients left…for the day.”

Abby tsks you from behind though it’s the truth. The empty glass rattles on the tabletop with your faint tremor.

Steve thinks for a prolonged, squinting moment. “After work then. I’ll pick you up.”

You run off adrenaline and butterflies the rest of the day, and yes, whatever liquids or snacks Abby and Dominica (when she returns from her errand) put into your hand along the way, but mostly it’s the fluttering anticipation of Steve that floats you through.

And then he’s back and it’s already dark outside.

“Oh shit,” you burst, politely showing Mr. Chen out while Steve waits his turn to get in the door. He says nothing, but Captain America lowers his head in disapproval at your curse. “I’m sorry. I lost track of time. Let me grab some things.”

You race up the stairs to the apartment over the shop. Your clientele and brand used to be small enough that you could keep those two sides of life separate, but slowly, your work has crept into your living space. Now you survive from a dresser, a hanging rack, and a Murphy bed that doubles as a small desk when it’s upright against the wall.

Not much of an existence, but it’s very practical.

You’re shuffling around with an overnight bag and a dump tote to grab mostly work things and two changes of clothes. One of your assistants can bring you more stuff if/when necessary, but it feels presumptive to think you’ll live out of a safe house for long.

“So…working to live or living to work?”

You jump at Steve’s deep voice from the open doorway. He looks around at the hodgepodge of work benches and mannequins lining the walls.

“It’s a fluid and evolving situation,” you admit, sweeping several binders of fabric swatches and sketch pads into the tote. You eye a work-in-progress on one of the dummies and decide against trying to take it. Too bulky.

In order not to keep Steve waiting, you hand over the tote and head to the car, texting Abby and Dominica instructions the whole drive. Steve assures you that you’ll still have wifi and freedom to communicate, so you don’t have to clear fittings and consults off the books. It simply won’t be wise to invite welcome clients into where you’re staying.

Admittedly, that’s very generous considering you could have been looking at a blackout, witness-protection level of hiding.

You’re still on your phone when Steve opens your car door, and you shuffle with your duffel, his feet at the edge of your periphery to follow. It doesn’t register that you walk down a long hall. It doesn’t register that there’s an elevator ride and another voice. It doesn’t register that you’re looking at a kind of hostel-esque apartment inside another building until you ask if there’s a space you’ll be able to spread out for work.

Steve glows with pride that he thought of that and walks you to a conference room…surrounded by glass…overlooking a 30-story high view of the city.

You’re in the Avengers Tower, formerly Stark Tower.

“Wait, he’s not supposed to know.”

Steve gets your confusion right away. “Tony doesn’t, but without filing paperwork stating the reason you need a safe house, this was the best—“

“Sheers!” the booming voice of one Tony Stark reverberates across 360 degrees of windows. “I thought it might be you.”

“Might be me for what?” you ask as innocently as possible.

“As Capsicles’ first, of course.”

Steve hangs his head while his pal claps him on the back.

“First use of his guest pass that is. Granted, I’ve been saying for years we need an in-house tailor, but no takers…” Stark fake-punches Steve’s shoulder. “Way to break the ice, buddy. I’m proud of you. What happened? You noticed you’re both workaholics and needed your girl…closer to get closer, did you? Good call.”

Steve shoots wary eyes your way, silently praying you ignore that remark or maybe checking you’re okay with the implication. The way Stark says ‘your girl’ as if he’s heard it several times before though…

“Something like that,” you shrug.

“At least he finally asked you. I kept telling him to shit or get off the pot.”

“Language,” you hiss quietly.

The men look a little shocked for a split second before slowly turning to each other, a silent conversation passed in the empty space over your head. Whatever just happened seems to have really convinced Tony because a wry smile flickers beneath his sinking, pale sunglasses. Yes, of course, Tony Stark is wearing sunglasses at night, just as, of course, Captain America is willingly deceiving Stark to be your fake boyfriend.

“Romeo,” the building’s namesake coos. “Training them young, I see.”

Steve’s jaw and neck tighten, a raging flush creeping up his pale skin, but he doesn’t argue. Stark buys the ploy, which is great, but in reality, Steve doesn’t even have your personal number.

Tony lifts his hands in surrender and starts retreating to the door. “Look, I hate to take credit—“

“No, you don’t.”

Incredulous, sagging eyebrows dip below his frames. “—but I am very, very good.” He points a finger back and forth between you and Steve. “You’re welcome.”

He tries to peek under a pile of sketches atop your work tote, and you rush to slap your hand down. Stark might see the other designs you’re working on, and just like he can’t know about Fisk, he can’t know about those.

“Fine.” Tony puts his hands up again. “I’m going.”

Steve steps to your side, apology loud in his eyes, and asks if he can make you tea or something stronger, ya know, because Tony has that effect on people.

“Yeah—“ you stare off toward the elevators where Stark remains lurking “—he’s still there,” you whisper.

Steve huffs a laugh and shifts to bridge the mere inches left between you, his hand gently landing on your upper arm and planting a kiss on your forehead like a breeze.

“Better make it look good then.”

Turns out you need tea and food.

You’d been so reliant on your assistants for nourishment that you forgot dinner. Steve sees; he has it covered. Instead of winding down after a trying day, however, you get a rush of energy, and you can’t squander the chance to make crucial adjustments. Every minute counts in the lead-up to Fashion Week.

“May I join you?” Steve asks, ready to walk away with his meal in hand should you prefer. “I won’t take up much space.” He looks down at his shoes and up the two inches above his head to the top of the doorframe. “Ok, much more space,” he corrects.

“You wanted to leave me alone?”

He bites back a smile and shakes his head, settling into the least cluttered corner.

He chats excitedly as you both eat, but after failing to pry some answers about Fisk from you,—‘are you often threatened by clients?’ and ‘can you steer him in another designer’s direction?’—Steve slips away to grab his own art supplies.

You’ve barely looked up until you get a surge of inspiration and search for your colored pencils under the pile of templates. How did they get all the way over there? Since when are red and grey so worn down? Weren’t you needing to replace both blues soon?

“Those in your way? I can move them?”

Steve stops sketching, holding a yellow pencil, the only color missing from the tin. That’s when you realize. He uses the same brand of pencils you do—tools made of quality materials but nothing overly fancy.

“No need,” you marvel. “I just mistook them for my own.”

Steve sweeps a large hand out in offering. “Mistake away.”

You can’t help it. You chew your lip to calm your grin. He’s simply a very giving man who enjoys simple things. It’s refreshing.

“Or we could trade? We seem to use the opposite colors the most.”

“Right,” Steve laughs, “I went on a tear trying for Sam’s suit in-flight. Never turned out.” Shaking his head dislodges a lock of hair, so he runs his fingers through the strategic coif.

“Hmm,” you hum absently, engrossed by his picturesque appearance, “my drawings are more like guidelines for my imagination. No need to be precise.”

“A sentiment I’ve heard many times before.” He slides the tin closer to the midway point between you. “I just want to do beauty justice, which sounds pretentious but…

“Point is—“ Steve lifts his gaze to you with a soft shrug “—use whatever you like.”

You thought your work habits were grueling, but poor Steve flits around at all hours of the day and night with workouts, training, meetings, and missions. He mostly gets to do drive-by waves of ‘hello’ as he travels the building past your glass bubble, always with a smile, always with a tinge of something else. He’s an easy man to read: you can tell when he’s fatigued (in spirit though, not body), you can tell when he’s irritated from stress, and you can tell when he wants to linger but has to go.

It’s incredibly cute. Steve Rogers is just so damn cute.

You continue with business as usual as best you can, video calling during consults and the most critical fittings. Clients aren’t exactly happy with your absence, but they don’t dare complain when the alternative is waiting another month for you to schedule in person. Besides, there are oftentimes you step away from routine appointments to focus on creating new lines.

Dominica is allowed to walk right in with any of your requested supplies since she’s delivered to Stark several times before. She stays for a few hours to touch base. She assures you that Tarik is no longer unnerved by the police car that sits at the curb outside the atélier’s front door. Apparently, Abby takes the cops coffee a couple times a day.

All in all, it’s going well.

One day, you think Steve is showing up for one of your ‘sketch sessions’—where he sits in his own chair somewhere around the huge oval table and quietly works alongside you—but not today.

“They…it’s…” Steve plants his feet on the carpet across from you and looks behind him nervously. Anytime other people are near the room, he walks right over to you to kiss your cheek, a show to keep up the appearance of actually being a couple, but it’s late enough that no one is around. “We do movie night—we’re doing movie ni—we’re watching a movie if you’d like to join?”

You’re tempted to tease him, ask ‘where’s my kiss’ or something that makes that fiery blush creep up Steve’s face, but you grin back. “Sure. I could use the break.”

Honestly, no, you should be hammering out some details for the lapels of this blazer, but ehh, you’re also tired of staring at the same damn jacket.

Of course, this means the lot of them save you and Steve seats beside each other on a couch. You two have only ever sat in chairs in front of or separated by a table, so figuring out how to curl up next to the man you are not dating is an adventure in micro-expressions. You share a look that lasts about two seconds but contains a forty-five-minute discussion of how far is okay to take this and agree that you want to keep up the charade.

Thus, Steve lifts his arm to drape across your shoulders, and you lean into his chest.

It’s a good fit, good enough that you wake up two hours later not knowing what the movie was about and starting to sweat from being so close to his very warm body.

Maybe it’s the eye convo or maybe napping directly on him tells Steve how comfortable you are with him, but either way, he changes to giving a kiss on the cheek or forehead every instance he sees you, no exceptions.

After a week of remaining on the same floor of the same skyscraper and doing nothing but working, sleeping, and movie-sleeping, you’re at your wit’s end, longingly staring out the window at the city below.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Steve asks as he enters the conference room. Forehead kiss this time. His lips feel soft and warm as they ghost over your skin.

“Stuck,” you mutter.

His hand smooths across your back. “Well, how do you normally get unstuck?”

“I go for a walk through the park.” You know you can’t go outside, but it’s difficult to wrangle every bit of bitterness at your captivity. You appreciate all Steve is doing to make it so Fisk can’t get to you, but you need fresh air.

Steve sighs like he’s mad at himself before spinning around the room. “Right.” He grabs your hand. “Come with me.”

In the elevator, Steve explains that in keeping with the eco-friendly intent of the new clean energy tower, Tony made half of the rooftop a greenhouse and the other half a garden. The walking paths are all moss-covered, but there are no benches. Just outside the elevator doors are folding chairs, and Steve grabs two.

On separate chairs with no table in sight, you two watch the sunset on the other side of the building from your work room. You take in a big breath of the chilly air and shiver, completely content to experience freedom away from climate control, but Steve rushes back into the greenhouse to retrieve a blanket from the stack beside the chairs.

“Here ya go,” he stumbles, leaning to tuck the fabric around you. “I should have brought us tea or something,” but when he makes to leave this time, you take his hand.

“You’ll miss it.” He’s probably seen the view from here a million times before, but you don’t want him to go. “Stay,” you say in a whisper.

Steve visibly softens, shoulders dropping, eyes alight. “Yeah?” He sits again and looks at the nearly cloudless sky. “Yeah.” He slouches to get comfy in the small and unsupportive chair, but he looks so at home bathed in the warm pink light. “Each time’s a bit different but—“ he turns to you, smiling “—this one’s better.”

Since the sunset sit-down, Steve makes a point to pry you away from the work area when he has time to hang out with you. The couch isn’t actually far away from the conference room, but it does mean you get to sit together, your feet in his lap while he reads a book, listening to his commentary on the author’s points or sketching aimlessly for fun.

The whole thing feels like a bizarre vacation, some alternate reality where your home life intersects with superheroes. Tony Stark may have been a sometimes-client, but he never let you attempt anything more custom than a three-piece suit.

You’re not complaining; it’s just weird that Captain America is so average when his uniform comes off. He sinks his face into his palm when he’s sleepy. His yawn is outrageously adorable for how big the man is. He absently holds your ankles steady in his lap when he shifts on the cushions. His eyelids droop, and he repeats paragraphs when he can no longer keep his place on the page.

Steve Rogers could not be more normal, and for this reason, you find him extraordinary.

He gets dressed every morning while you’re there, no sweatpants, no workout wear—or, what did Sam call it? Athleisure? That’s not a word, right?—except for when Steve is actively working out. He thinks it’s too on-the-nose to wear your designs in front of you for days on end, but that limits his options significantly, considering how much of his wardrobe sports a Tovarich label. Good jeans and a black sweater will have to do because today he’s playing model.

It seems the mannequin Dominica hauled in for you isn’t close to the right proportions for your client so Steve volunteered, rewarded immediately with a gorgeous, toothy smile that made his heart thump against his ribcage.

Steve’s chatty but can’t help it.

There was one conversation a few days ago that unlocked so many memories he thought he’d lost.

While he peeked at a few of your sketches, you asked him about clothing in the 40s, and he took your notepad to doodle a bit. Steve drew a common dress from memory to show you girls he grew up with, the pleats and cinches in their exact spots because—now that he has your full and rapt attention—he thinks it’s important.

He’s had to recall maps, battle maneuvers, building layouts, and evil plans more times than he can count; no one’s ever asked him how his mother styled her hair or which shoes she wore to work at the hospital.

They’re just shoes, but Steve sat misty-eyed describing how Ma tied her laces a very specific way, the way she taught him to, the way he still ties them to this very day. He hadn’t thought of why in so long, and ever since, little details keep flooding back.

“Buck used to never tuck in his shirts,” Steve laughs as you nudge his arms higher to check his range of motion in the shoulders. “He’d fix the front half and leave a tail out in the back.”

You chuckle at that. “Unacceptable for proper ol’ Stevie,” you muse.

“No, it was not—“ he drops his head in shame “—and I’d remind him every time.” Steve spins, prompted by the pull of your hands at his waist. His face is on fire, but he promised to help you. He just has to ’suffer’ through your touch, he supposes.

How horrible…

“Sharp dresser, were you? Not a hair out of place?”

“Yes, ma’am, or…at least for my size I was.”

You’re deep in thought, pulling the bottom hem to check how it lays at his hips, checking the lining before buttoning him up. “These might be too flashy,” you mumble. “Gosh, I hope he likes this color.”

“Why not? It’s stunning,” Steve jumps too eagerly at the chance to praise the barely purple fabric. It’s that kind of illusion hue that might look black, navy, or its true shade in different lights.

“And the buttons?” you prod.

He tilts one of the stamped, dark nickel rounds to see the embellishment. “I’d consider that a signature touch of the Tovarich brand,” he beams.

Your elation is contagious until an ear-splitting alarm sounds overhead. You’re so startled you spring backward into a rolling chair and topple to the floor.

Steve scrambles to help you right yourself while the wailing screech continues, but he knows that noise.

Emergency.

He has to go.

You’re holding your elbow, flashing him a thumbs up, and Steve feels terrible yelling to ensure you’re okay.

Agents race past the glass walls, and he really has to run so off he goes, jacket still on.

An incredibly long seventeen hours later, Steve is returning to his room only to notice you’ve fallen asleep at the conference table. He’s pleased there is no bandage on your elbow, so the fall was no worse than bruising, but he refuses to leave you there.

Slowly peeling your face and hands from your drafting paper, Steve wrestles your flopping arms and limp legs into a solid hold to carry you to your own room.

You don’t wake up, not fully, only enough to grip the shoulder strap of his shield harness as he gently lowers you onto the unmade bed. Luckily, your MO is to kick off your shoes when concentrating on work, so once you release the leather attached to him, he pulls the covers over you.

He kisses your temple. “Night, Button,” he whispers like a secret, and for now, it is.

You simply sigh and turn deeper into the pillow.

Steve purposefully finds you at breakfast to ask if you’d want to get lunch with him. Yes, it would just be in the cafeteria on the lower levels, and yes, you two have already shared many meals, but in his mind, this is the actual ask, the question of ‘will you go out with me’ instead of just ‘are you hungry at this reasonable time and may I be hungry in your vicinity.’

It’s stupid, he knows. He’s anxious for your answer anyway.

Steve has a very love/hate relationship with having you essentially trapped in the Tower. On the one hand, you’re starved for interaction and the choice of your surroundings. On the other hand, he gets you all to himself. He’s ashamed of how much he enjoys that perk. Somewhere deep inside, he hopes whatever Fisk is after is never resolved, but that’s wishful—and terribly selfish—thinking.

Just in case going on a deliberate date with him isn’t offer enough, Steve can return your client’s jacket. He hung it in his locker when changing into the tactical suit. It’s safe, but he’ll get it after his debrief. That’s a good excuse. That’ll work.

You’re happy and excited, only making him more nervous, but it’s progress. He’s done ‘round noon after the long meeting scheduled to start in, yikes, fifteen minutes, and you quickly agree. Steve floats on cloud nine, bouncing his foot until dismissed so he can rush back up to you.

He isn’t expecting to see Tony in your bubble.

“You don’t know me, Stark. How dare you!” Your face twists in fury. “Screw this,” you shout, frantic in grabbing your essentials from the table. “I don’t answer to you. I don't need this. Someone else will get my things.”

Steve doesn’t understand why you won’t meet his eye or speak to him as you barrel past. He’s too stunned to follow you to the elevator, it feels imposing to race down and corner you in the lobby, but he marches up to Tony with wide eyes.

“What the hell happened?”

Tony waves him off, cagy and dismissive, rushing off upstairs to his lab, and Steve almost asks if this is about Fisk. If it’s not and he blabs, then you’ll definitely be angry at him. If he grills Tony too much, there might be something that gives away that Steve lied about having a significant other as his guest for two weeks. If Steve admits that he doesn’t even have your number, the jig is 100% up.

But he knows you have his number, he knows he still has a jacket you’ll want back, and he knows one thing he’s incredibly good at.

So Steve waits, ready to apologize, ready to grovel, ready to yell at Tony for whatever. He is just ready and waiting.

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Falling Slowly pt.4- Steve Harrington x Henderson! Reader

Word count:4078

Warnings: Language, violence, season2 spoilers if you haven't seen it, no spoilers for 3 or 4. dialogue from the show is used and credited to the show's writer and creators.

Summary: Eleven is back, and you all make plans to close the gate. You just so happened to get an unwelcomed visitor, as you and Steve defend the kids.

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In walked the girl you’d never thought you’d ever see again. She looked older and her hair was grown in and slicked back. Black makeup was smudged underneath her eyes and her nose bled.

Your eyes widened in shock and your arms fell to your sides. Everyone was in disbelief at the sight in front of them.

Mike stepped forward with watery eyes and a small smile gracing his features. El looked back at him with the same expression and you just couldn’t believe she was back. She was actually in front of you.

They immediately walked forward to embrace each other. Tears fell down her cheeks, both in relief and utter disbelief at seeing each other again. “Is that?...” Max trailed off. “Yeah,” Lucas confirmed.

They spoke quietly to themselves.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were there?” Mike asked in confusion. “Because, I wouldn’t let her,” Hopper spoke up. You looked at him in confusion.

“The hell is this? Where have you been?” Hopper asked her. “Where have you been?” she spat back. Hopper quickly pulled the young girl into a hug, “You’ve been hiding her,” Mike accused. “You’ve been hiding her this whole time!” Mike shoved him. “Hey,” Hooper said and grabbed his jacket. “Let’s talk. Alone,” He said and took Mike into another room.

Eleven went to hug Lucas and Dustin, they just held each other there for a while. “We missed you,” Lucas told her. “I missed you too,” she returned the sentiment. “We talked about you pretty much every day,” Dustin informed. She reached up to his face and touched the teeth that had come in, “Teeth,” She said and you chuckled at the interaction. “What?” Dustin asked. “You have teeth,” She said. “Oh, you like these pearls?” he asked and made a purring sound. You rolled your eyes at your younger brother. “He’s gotta stop that,” you said to yourself before laughing softly.

Max walked forward to greet her, “Eleven?” she asked and stepped in front of her. “Hey, um, I’m Max. I’ve heard a lot about you,” She said and held out her hand for the other girl to shake. You smiled warmly at her introduction. Not expecting the cold shoulder that was given so bitterly by the young girl as she passed her by. Eleven walked straight into Joyce’s arms. “Hey, Hey sweetheart,” Joyce said and held her tightly.

You walked over to Max, “She’s not very good with new people hun, I’m sure she’ll come around,” you told her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Did I do something?” Max asked you. “No, of course not. Like I said she’s not great with new people, it’ll take her a bit to get around you know, it’s not your fault,” you told her and gave her a side hug. She hugged you back and rested her head on your shoulder. Steve watched as you comforted the young girl and it only made his heart grow fonder.

You watched as Eleven and Joyce made their way to the kitchen table. You all gathered around to hear what she was talking about. They were talking about how Eleven opened the gate, and she may be able to close it too.

Hopper and Mike walked out to join you and you all sat around the table. Steve stood behind you with a hand on the small of your back soothingly putting the slightest amount of pressure there reminding you that he was there. You smiled back at him gratefully.

“I can do it,” El speaks up. “You’re not hearing me,” Hopper told her, “I’m hearing you. I can do it,” she stated. “Even if El can, there’s still another problem. If the brain dies, the body dies,” Mike said, and you knew what he meant, it could kill Will.

“It’s not like it was before, the gate has grown. A lot. And that’s considering if we can get in there. The place is crawling with those dogs,” He said and you nodded. “Demo-dogs,” Dustin corrected him. Hopper sighed and looked at him, “I’m sorry, what?” he asked in annoyance. “I said, uh, Demo-dogs. Like Demogorgan and dogs. Put them together it sounds pretty badass,” Dustin tries to explain and you shake your head. “How is this important right now?

Hopper asked once again annoyed. “It’s not, I’m sorry,” Dustin said and turned away. You frowned a bit and gave him a reassuring smile when he looked at you.

“I thought that’s what we wanted,” Max said. “It is, but if we’re really right about this… I mean if El closes the gate and kills the mind flayer’s army,” Mike continues. “Will is part of that army,” Lucas adds. “Closing the gate will kill Will,” you finished Joyce’s eyes went wide with fear at that statement.

She walked down the hallway and into her son's room, looking to see the window open. You all stood there wondering what was going on. “He likes it cold,” She says and goes to close the window. “What?” you asked. “We keep giving it what it wants,” She said.

“If this is a virus and Will’s the host then,” Nancy started, “Then we need to make the host uninhabitable,” Jonathan finished. “Right, then if he likes it cold, we need the heat,” you said, “We need to burn it out of him,” Joyce spoke firmly.

“We have to do it somewhere he doesn’t know this time,” Mike said. “Yeah, somewhere far away,” Dustin agreed.

“We can use the cabin,” Hopper said and everyone looked at him in confusion. “What? What cabin?” You asked. “My cabin, the one I and El have been staying in,” he explained. “That’s a great idea,” Joyce said and you all nodded.

The groups were chosen, and the plan was made that Hopper would take El to close the gate, Joyce, and Jonathan would take Will to the cabin, while you, Steve, and Nancy stayed with the rest of the kids.

They wrapped Will up and headed to the car.

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Nancy and Steve went outside to look for anything heat generating, and as they looked they talked.

“You should go with him,” Steve told her. “What?” she asked, confused. “With Jonothan,” Steve told her. “No, I’m” she scoffed, “I’m not just gonna leave Mike,” she said. “No one’s leaving anyone,” Steve spoke up and moved closer.

“I may be a pretty shitty boyfriend, but…turns out I’m a pretty damn good babysitter,” He told her, before handing her a heater.

“Steve..” she trailed off softly. She felt horrible for what had happened between them. “It’s ok, Nance,” he said genuinely. “It’s ok,” he reiterated earnestly. Before she could say something he turned to walk away. Maybe this was for the best, maybe things would turn out alright in the end. Maybe you could fix his heart, and maybe you were already in the process. You could tell how terribly she felt as she watched him walk away.

Steve walked back into the house, and you could tell something had happened. “Are you ok?” you asked as he walked by. “I will be,” he said and smiled softly before turning around and walking away from you.

You looked out the window to see Nancy by herself and so you decided to go check on her. You walked out into the cool night air and went to stand by her side. “Nance, you doing ok?” you asked and she looked over at you. Her expression looked solemn though she nodded her head.

You looked at her with a raised brow, she couldn’t help but tell you. You always had that effect on people, you made them comfortable to be open with you.

“I feel so terrible about what happened with Steve. I didn’t mean to hurt him like I did,” she admitted. You nodded as if telling her to go on. “I think I did love him for a while, but after everything that happened, things changed. I don’t even know how to describe it,” she said. “You don’t have to describe it I understand. After everything that’s happened, I think most things have changed for all of us, and that’s ok. It’s ok to change, and it’s ok to let go if you need to. Steve’ll be ok, I know he will. He’s strong, It’ll be hard I’m sure but things will turn out ok in the end I just know it.” you told her in the hope to give her a semblance of peace. She smiled gratefully at you, “You always seem to know what to say, I mean thank you, I think I really needed that,” she said. “I’m here anytime alright,” you told her, and she gave you a warm smile in return. “You know, I think you’d be really good for him. I think you are really good for him actually,” she told you and you blushed slightly. “How so?” you asked. “You make him happy I can tell. He seems better with you, I mean you seem to bring something out in him that I can’t explain,” she told you and you looked at her with wide eyes. “Just be there for him would ya. I know you care about him and I can see that he cares about you too,” she told you and you smiled softly to yourself. “You think so?” you asked quietly. “Yeah, I really do,” she affirmed and you pulled her into a hug. “Thank you, Nancy,” you said quietly to her. “No need to thank me. Why don’t we go get this over with huh?” she asked and you agreed. “Good luck, I promise to take care of Mike,” you told her and she smiled. “I know you will, good luck to you too dealing with the kids…and Steve,” you chuckled.

You walked back into the house, and everyone walked back outside to pile into the cars.

They all quickly got in and drove away. You watched as the headlights dimmed before completely disappearing from view. You walked toward Mike and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “She’ll be ok, I know it,” you told him and he just grabbed a hold of your arms tightly.

“Alright everybody back inside, let’s go,” Steve said and corralled everyone back in the house. Everyone sat down on the couch and you sighed. “I know you guys are probably really upset to be here but you just have to hang with us ok,” you said and ran a hand through your hair. You got a chorus of ‘fine’ and ‘whatever’.

Instead of just sitting here why don’t we try and clean up a bit huh?” You asked and everyone groaned. “Great! Let’s go,” you said and everyone reluctantly got up. Luca and Max were sweeping up the glass from the window, and before you could do anything you heard a ruckus from the kitchen. “What the hell?” you muttered to yourself as you walked in. Dustin was clearing out the fridge while Steve held the dead Demo-dog wrapped in a blanket. “What the fuck are you doing?” you questioned and they both turned to look at you in surprise. “We need to preserve it,” your little brother said and you sighed.

He got done clearing the fridge, “alright, it should fit now,” he said and you raised your brow. “You’re seriously doing this?” you asked. “Apparently,” Steve mumbled and you shook your head.

“Is this really necessary?” Steve questioned. “Really, Dustin c’mon,” you said and were about to tell Steve to put the thing down before Dustin spoke up. “No, it is necessary ok? This is a ground-breaking scientific discovery. We can’t just bury it like some common mammal, okay? It’s not a dog,” Dustin goes on. “Alright, alright, alright,” Steve breathed out as he moved toward the fridge. “You’re explaining this to Mrs. Byers alright?” he said and Dustin agreed. “She’s gonna flip,” you said and watched as Steve shoved the dead thing into the fridge. You chuckled a bit at the struggle, “Christ, help me out,” Steve said and you chuckled. “What am I supposed to do?” Dustin asked. “The door, get the door, man,” Steve told him. “Okay, okay,” Dustin quickly went to shut the door when Steve finally got the Demo-dog into the fridge. Steve rubbed Dustin’s head and you smiled at the sight, though the situation was strange it was somehow sweet.

“What are you smiling about?” Dustin asked as he looked at you glancing over at Steve. “Nothing, really it was just a bit funny,” you told him. “You’re smiling at Steve,” he pointed out almost in excitement. You looked at him pointedly as if telling him to be quiet. Steve didn’t bother looking over but he heard what Dustin said and he smiled to himself.

“Gosh, you’re so loud Dustin,” you said in annoyance. “But, I know you like him, so I can tease you now,” he said and you glared at him. “Dustin, I swear if you don’t shut up I’ll sell it all,” you reminded him of the threat you made earlier that night. He shut his mouth, but not before Steve could hear what he had said. He wasn’t meaning to listen in, but also he couldn’t help it. Now he knew. He knew you liked him and it made his heart warm up almost as much as his cheeks. He knew that he felt something for you as well, and maybe when this whole thing was over he could take you out. “Hey, Steve,” you said and waved in front of his face seeing as he hadn’t answered you. He blinked rapidly and quickly looked over at you. “Oh, uh yeah, yeah what’s up?” He asked flustered. “I was just wondering if you were ok, you had been standing here for a while and I didn’t know if something may be wrong,” you told him. “No, no, I’m ok. Just a lot going on you know,” he answered and you nodded. “Yeah, but if you need to talk again I’m right here ok,” you said and smiled at him. He returned the smile and watched as you walked into the living room to check on the kids. “You like her don’t you?” Dustin suddenly showed up beside him. Steve jumped a bit and sighed in annoyance. “What?” he asked exasperatedly. “You like my sister,” he reiterated. “Course I do, why wouldn’t I?” he asked trying not to let it show just how much he liked you.

“I mean, you want to take her out right?” Dustin asked yet again another question. “You have no idea what you’re talking about kid,” Steve said and Dustin just shrugged and shook his head. “Well, I’m just saying she probably wouldn’t say no,” the younger boy said before walking away. Steve looked after him and ran a hand through his hair. A small smile played on his lips at the thought of getting to take you out. Having a normal night with you, monster and evil free. Just you and him, no little brothers, no kids to take care of.

“Mike, I know you’re worried but you need to stop this. El is strong, she'll be ok,” You said and stepped closer to him. He turned to you sharply. “You weren’t in there ok (y/n). That lab is swarming with hundreds of those dogs,” Mike told you and you sighed. “Demo-dogs!” your brother called out to correct him. Mike sighed and rolled his eyes at Dustin. “The chief will take care of her,” Lucas tried to reassure him. “Like she needs protection,” Max mumbled softly. She was right, Eleven could take care of herself.

“Listen, dude, a coach calls a play in a game, bottom line you execute it, alright?” Steve said and walked in while wiping his hands on a dish towel. You could almost laugh at how much of a mom he looked like right now. “Okay, first of all, this isn’t some stupid sports game. And second, we’re not even in the game. We’re on the bench,” Mike told him and you rolled your eyes at how stubborn Mike could be.

“Right- so my point is…” Steve stammered and paused. “Right, yeah we’re on the bench so, uh, there’s nothing we can do,” Steve finished and you shook your head.

“That’s not entirely true,” Dustin spoke up. You looked at him with a brow raised and a glint of worry in your eyes.

“I mean these Demo-dogs have a hive mind. When they ran away from the bus they were called away,” Dustin explained. “So, if we get their attention…” Lucas trailed off. “Maybe we can draw them away from the lab,” Max finished. “Clear a path to the gate,” Mike added. You and Steve looked at each other like they were crazy. “Yeah, and then we all die!” Steve exclaimed. “Well that’s one point of view,” Dustin said and you swore you could feel the weight on your shoulders get heavier. These kids were crazy.

“No, that’s not a point of view man. That’s a fact,” Steve pointed out and you nodded. “Steve is right, this is crazy you guys,” you agreed with him. “See even she agrees,” Steve said and pointed over at you. You were both ignored as Mike pushed past you to get to the kitchen. “I got it!” he exclaimed and walked to the fridge.

He pointed at the drawings, “This is where the chief dug his hole, this is our way into the tunnel. So-” He walked back into the living room “here, right here. Is like the hub,” He said and pointed to the drawings on the floor. “See how all the tunnels feed into here. Maybe if we set this on fire-” Mike began. “Absolutely not,” you stated. “Yeah, that’s a no,” Steve said simultaneously.

You looked at Steve and he looked just as stressed as you did. “The mind flayer would call away his army, they’d all come to stop us,” Lucas said. “So we circle back to the exit,” Mike explained. “Guys,” Steve spoke up. “By the time they realize we're gone-” Mike said, “El would be at the gate,” Max spoke up. “Hey, hey, hey! This is not happening,” Steve clapped his hands loudly to get their attention. “But-” Mike tried. “No way. No buts, Mike, “ You stated firmly. “We promised to keep you shitheads safe, and that is exactly what we plan on doing,” Steve told them. “We are staying here on the bench. And we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. Does everybody understand that?” He asked sternly. “This isn’t some stupid sports game,” Mike spit back. “Does everybody understand?” Your tone was harsh and their eyes widened. “I need a yes, right now,” you said and pointed at them. Before they could respond you heard a car engine revving.

Max ran to the window, and you looked confused as you walked to the room with them all. “It’s my brother. He can’t know I’m here. He’ll kill me. He’ll kill us,” Max said and your eyes widened at the thought of Billy being around the kids. Who knows what he’d do, you knew how much of an asshole he was and you were sure he wouldn’t care what happened to them.

“Stay here with them,” Steve said and was instantly out the door. You watched as Billy got out of the car and they were talking. “Shit, you guys get away from the fucking window,” you said and motioned them toward you. It was too late, Billy had already seen them. He pushed Steve over and kicked him. “You guys, stay behind me,” you said and they looked nervous. “Get behind me, now,” you shouted as Billy slammed the door open.

“Henderson didn’t know I’d find you here,” he said with a smirk. “Leave, Billy,” you said and pushed the kids further behind you the closer he got. He didn’t answer as Lucas caught his eye.

“Well, well, well. Lucas Sinclair, what a surprise,” he said. “I thought I told you to stay away from him Max,” he said and you shoved him away from her. “Billy, go away,” Max said. “You disobeyed me, and you know what happens when you disobey me. I break things” he said lowly. Before you had a chance to do anything, he pushed you out of the way. He grabbed Lucas by his jacket and slammed him against the bookshelf. You quickly scrambled off of the floor and ran after him.

“Billy get off of him!” you shouted and pulled at his shoulders roughly. Everyone was yelling at him to stop in fear for their friend. “Since Maxine, won’t listen to me. Maybe you will. You stay away from her,” He said. “You stay away from her. Do you hear me?” he whispered menacingly. You gave one final tug as hard as you could and he dropped Lucas. Lucas ran to the other side of the room, and before Billy could say anything you pulled your fist back and slammed it against his cheek. He stumbled back a bit and you heard the kids cheer. He chuckled as he looked at you, just as you were about to take another swing he caught your fist in his hand and twisted your wrist. You let out a loud yelp of pain, you were just lucky nothing was broken. He brought his fist up and hit you right back. You fell to the ground and as you tried to get up he kicked you in the stomach. You lost your breath as you fell. You did your best to stand again but before you could you saw Billy stumble back again. Looking up you saw Steve standing above you and your eyes widened in fear for him. You knew he could take care of himself but Billy was obviously crazy and extremely irrational. As he and Steve fought the kids ran over to your side and helped you up.

You watched as Billy hit Steve over the head with a plate and you immediately stepped forward to take another swing. Finally landing another punch he tumbled back against the counter with blood pouring from his nose and a cut on his cheek from the rings you wore. “You bitch,” he growled before shoving you harshly. Your head slammed against the table, and your vision went blurry. You hear muffled yelling and saw Billy grab Steve by his collar, “Leave him alone Billy,” it sounded loud in your ears but was quiet and jumbled in real-time. Everything seemed to be moving slowly as you watched Billy throw Steve to the floor. You felt the kids pulling at your arms trying to get you up. You stood shakily and stumbled over to where Billy was on top of Steve throwing punch after punch.

When you saw Steve’s face your mind scrambled back together enough for you to try and pull Billy away from him. “Billy, stop!” you yelled as you kept pulling at him. “You’re gonna kill him, stop!” you almost pleaded with the blonde. When you went to grab his elbow and pull it back so he would stop punching you were successful. Finally getting him to stop hitting Steve, but effectively getting him to grab you by the hair. You cried out in pain as he yanked on your hair finally getting you to let go of him. He let go of your hair and tossed you to the floor.

Dustin was horrified at the scene before him, his big sister getting beaten by Billy Hargrove while Steve lay motionless on the floor covered in blood. He watched as the boy kicked you for the second time that night. You tried to curl up into yourself but that got you nowhere, he leaned down next to you and you could barely see him through a haze. Your head was spinning, still slightly out of it from slamming your head into the table. Just as you saw his hand lift up your eyes shut tightly. When you didn’t feel an impact you looked up to see Billy with a needle sticking out of his neck. Your vision was going in and out as you watched him fall to the ground. The next thing you saw was Max approaching him with Steve’s bat and that was the last thing you saw before you passed out.

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An alternate POV of a scene from my fanfiction

This was a request from @foxy-metal-second-coming It is from my fanfiction I Will Be Waiting Time After Time, a sequel to my other Stranger Things fanfic. They wanted a section of one of the chapters from Steve’s POV

Heavy spoilers for that ahead. Also you haven’t read it this will make no sense.

Steve wasn’t sure why he agreed to stick Billy in the trunk. It was just easier, and he didn’t have time to think about it too much. They had bigger things to worry about anyway. He gathered the coverings they’d used last time, chucked a couple gas canisters into the back of Eddie’s van, and got going. Just a few more hours, and he could relax. Maybe not fully, but enough for the time being. The kids talked in hushed whispers in the backseat, that thrum of energy alive again compared to the silence coming from the junkyard.

He pulled up to the farm, eyes scanning the dead crops, then he got out. The van pulled up behind him, the headlights bathing him in artificial yellow light. Steve looked back. He could see Eddie gripping the wheel, brow creased as he too ran his eyes across the field. Their eyes met. Steve let his hand rest on the half open door as he looked at him. Eddie was still a wild variable. So was Robin. And if those things down there knew he was coming now, they might just rip him to shreds. Rip all of them to shreds. Steve just had to pray the closing of the gate would distract it enough.

Eddie was watching him now, concerned and worried, lacing his brow. He was waiting for him. Steve swallowed, then nodded. If anyone got hurt, he was going straight back. Not a single one of these kids were dying. They crowded out of the car, and grabbed the couple shovels they’d dragged along to get a hole open in the dirt. It took longer than he’d hoped, each second passing making him more nervous, making him want to scream to go faster. But Steve held it in. Finally, they broke through the top, and he breathed out. “Okay, everyone take one.” He hoisted out the duffle bag, and offered everyone something for their face and mouths.

“Are you sure about this?” Eddie came over with the canisters.

Steve wasn’t, actually. In fact this could just be pointless. But he needed to do it. He took a deep breath as he tied on Mike’s bandana. “It helped last time. It distracts them.” It was all he could really say. He hoped it distracted them. Steve stepped back and clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Okay, little shits. I’m in the front, Eddie’s in the back,” he really wished he’d had someone else older last time, “Makes sure no one gets left behind, and if something jumps out at us, it won’t get one of you.” Steve wanted to go first, to make sure the way ahead was clear. He figured it would be, but the junkyard showed him he couldn’t be too careful. Eddie was squinting at him, although for what reason he couldn’t discern. He stopped after a second though.

Dustin looked down through the hole, then back up at him. “How do we know where we’re headed?”

“Do you not trust me to know where to go?” If there was one thing Steve knew he could do, it was guide them. Tommy used to bitch about it when they got lost, and somehow Steve got them back to where they were headed. Not right there, but on the right track. He looped the rope around a sturdy tree trunk and knotted it, bracing his feet against the dirt as he lowered himself down.

“No.” And there was Mike. Although with the way they were looking, it was all four of the kids thinking it. Steve rolled his eyes and landed on the ground.

“That’s enough outa you, Wheeler.” Eddie’s voice came down the hole, and Mike came down the rope. Steve helped him land safely, then did the same with Lucas and Dustin. Max hovered with the rope for a moment, said something to the others, then came down as well. Finally, Eddie. Then it was just them, down there. They were just how he remembered them. Damp, and musty, and way too alive for him. Steve shivered, looked over his shoulder to make sure the others were with them, then started down.

It took a second, trying to visualize the route he’d walked before in all the darkness. The only lights they had were flashlights that danced over the hanging ash flakes. Sometimes a vine would slither under the light, and his heart would start racing. Steve glanced down as Dustin came up on his left.

“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” He whispered, the breath blowing up the bandana a little.

“Yes, I’m sure.” Steve didn’t like how exact he knew. The first time they’d done this, he’d had a map, and ignored how the tunnels themselves tried to push him one way or another. But now, he was following that path through his brain exactly. “Why do you guys not trust me with this sort of thing?”

He couldn’t see Dustin’s expression beyond his eyebrows, but Steve was pretty sure he was frowning. “...You’re not.. great with details, Steve.” Dustin looked up. “I guess it makes sense you wouldn’t remember everything perfectly from four years ago, but details are pretty important when you’re trying to change things.”

“I know, I know.” Steve sighed. “I didn’t think I’d need to know all the details. I was just…” He shook his head. “I was just there. I did what people asked me to. But I know where I’m going.”

Dustin tilted his head for a moment, tapping his finger on the flashlight. “How?”

“What?”

“I’m asking in a more… do you feel anything? Or are you just guiding yourself?” He looked up.

Steve groaned softly. “Henderson, I don’t know if this is a great time to be testing anything.” He frowned.

“I know. But you’re not going into the Upside Down any time soon.” Dustin crossed his arms. “What do you feel when you’re down here?”

Steve was quiet for a moment. It was like a buzzing in the back of his skull, a cold feeling going down to his heels and guiding his movement. “...Like a buzzing. Static?” He looked over.

Dustin’s cogs were turning, he could see it. “What if you and the Upside Down are connected?” Steve flinched and he held up his hand. “Sorry- I mean, like. Where do you think your powers came from? What if they got them from there?”

He was quiet. It would make sense, at least kind of. That brought up the question of how they got to the Upside Down in the first place. Jane made the first portal, right? Steve murmured. “I don’t know. And I’m not sure I want to find out.” They’d made it to the main chamber now, and he felt the faint buzz dissipate. Steve sighed. “Alright, let’s do this.” He grabbed one of the canisters as the kids spread out, Eddie coming up with the others.

Eddie was scanning around the room silently, a faint tremor in his hand as he set the cans down. He shivered against the air. Steve thought maybe he could reassure him, but he wasn’t really sure he could do much. So he went back to what he could do. State the facts, state the future. “Once we light this bad boy up, we’re going to have to sprint back. Think you can go up front? It’ll probably help ‘em get out faster.” He dumped some contents into the vines closest to them.

Eddie pulled up his own can and undid the lid. “Lotta responsibility you’re puttin on me there, Harrington.” Was it too much? Steve thought about changing positions, but that meant Eddie would be the last one out, and he couldn’t bare the thought of seeing him torn to bits again. “But sure, I think I can manage that.” Then he squinted. “As long as it isn’t so you can stay back and do some dumb shit. Buckley tasked me with making sure you don’t die, and I’m going to make sure of that.”

“Oh, you gotta be told to do that?” Eddie smacked his arm, and Steve couldn’t help but laugh a little. If he had a dollar for everytime someone warned him against dying, or sent someone to make sure he didn’t do that, he could have his own small fortune by now. He tossed more gasoline out.

“No, I’m doing it anyway. But I’m gonna do it for both of us, pretty boy.”

Pretty boy was a somewhat new one, and it made Steve’s heart do laps. He was a pretty boy, god damn it. He knew he was blushing, and for once it felt good that Eddie knew why he was blushing. They split off and continued to cover the area, the kids doing their best to help before Steve gathered them back around the entrance. It was silent, just the sound of liquid sloshing echoing through the chamber. He dumped the rest of the contents in a small trail, so it would give them a head start. Steve sighed as he flicked his lighter out of his pocket. God, he’d done way too much running today.

A hand squeezed his shoulder, sending a warm wave of comfort down his chest. Eddie would be there, no matter what. He should be worried about that, but really it was just nice. The small squeeze harkened back to their little rhyme. But this time, Eddie was asking in his own silent way.

Steve responded by placing his hand over. Ready Eddie. He tossed the lighter down and made sure to scoop up his bat so it wasn’t consumed by the flames. “Go, go, go!” The terrible shrieking noise that came down after them was hell, but he had to keep going. And he knew, just like before, Mike would fall on his ass. Actually, Steve was surprised he was the only one who did. He’d prepared for this, and stomped his foot hard on the vine, ignoring the way the tunnels shook and crumbled around them.

Mike spared him a glance before continuing on down the tunnel, only to be stopped by a shadow. The prowling form of Dart came clicking out at them. Steve just had to hope whatever bond thing it and Dustin had stuck around this time through.

“Shit-” Eddie stumbled back from Dart, clearly freaked out by the sudden appearance. The fire was right behind them, causing beads of sweat to roll down his neck.

Dustin popped his head around and grinned. “D’art!” He nudged Eddie to the side and pulled out his single Three Musketeers from his pocket. The edge was slightly melted, and he could see the chocolate clinging to the wrapper. Eddie and Dustin blocked the rest from his view, but he could hear the demodog eating very happily. The other kids came stumbling up behind them, sounds of distress echoing up the tunnel . Steve was tempted to yell at him now, for them to get going so the fire didn’t catch up to them in any way.

Max beat him to it. “What’s the hold up?!”

Dustin whipped his head around. “I’m going, I’m going!” Now they had a demodog running with them. The others didn’t seem to notice, just trying to get away from the fire. They didn’t have to worry about it for long though, as the tunnel twisted and shook, trying to stop the fire from spreading more. Steve was out of breath, but they were close. They just needed to find the rope and get out. Avoid the stampede altogether, as it might actually try and kill them this time.

Eddie let out a laugh from up near the front, and around the corner he could see the hole. But more importantly the rope. As he’d instructed, Eddie ran over and turned. “Okay, one at a time!” He all but threw Max up through the hole. Steve could see Robin hurrying over to help pull them out. Eddie turned back to the group. “Next one!” Seeing how desperately Eddie worked at this, it stirred something in him. It was the bare minimum, caring about getting the kids out, but there was a ferverence there that Steve could recognize. He’d stopped a little bit down so he could watch, and see just how much time they had. If that stampede would be coming.

The ground began to shake under him, and he knew they were coming. Whether it was because the group was here, or because they were closing the gate, he didn’t know. But Steve also wasn’t about to find out. “Harrington.” Eddie’s voice called down the way, and he realized the kids were up. “Harrington, we gotta go-” Steve watched the tunnel cut off their means of escape. The outcry of the kids could be heard above the pounding of claws in the dirt. “Oh, what the FUCK!”

Steve walked back. It was a moment of truth, to see if the Mind Flayer cared more about them or the gate. He knew it was a very real possibility that this might be their last time speaking. He tried to pull on Time’s cords, but as time froze, so did he. Steve couldn’t save them down here. But that was what he came back to do, he’d shield him as best he could, and hope they’d get him out in time. “It’s okay.” He tried to sound convincing, but he knew it didn’t match his body language. He was terrified. “It’s okay, it’ll be fine.” If not for him, then for them.

“No the fuck it will not-” They were almost upon them now, stretchy skin and bulbous heads clashing against each other as they ran in a unit. One goal in mind. Steve had a plan. He reached over and snagged Eddie’s wrist.

Eddie seemed to take that as an invitation though. He spun them around and pressed tight against the wall, rapid breathing pattering against his neck as his hands clung to his body. Steve could feel a vine digging into his back, and the position upset his eye and mouthware. The rumbling passed by, and Steve peeked his eyes open. Dust was settling behind them, mixing with the ash that still hung and swirled in the air.

“Jesus…” Eddie whispered, half pulled back from him to scan over the area, Steve’s hand clutching his jacket keeping him from moving too far. Something warm blossomed in his chest though. Something new and vulnerable and thoroughly lovely. That warmth spread over his cheeks, fighting back the prickling fear that had torn through his chest moments earlier.

Eddie had protected him. Without question, without warning. He’d just done it. Like a self sacrificial idiot. Steve wondered for a moment if this was why Eddie had gone out into the demobat swarm to begin with. And maybe it was because he too was a self sacrificing idiot, but Steve couldn’t help but fall deeper in love with this man. The Eddie that leered at him in the parking lot, the Eddie that thought he was joking, the one that stole a fake body with him, and ran from the government with him. Steve had thought he’d been doing little more than dragging him along into this, and he only came along to make sure Steve didn’t die. He’d got in through circumstance, and stayed out of obligation. But that wasn’t true, not in the slightest.

Eddie was here because he wanted to be. Because he cared. It nearly brought him to tears. But instead, he brought him into a kiss. Eddie had been saying something, but he wasn’t listening. It was maybe the only way he could express just how much love and joy he felt at the moment. He wanted to shower him in love, to pay back whatever Eddie had been unknowingly putting in. Steve cupped his face with his other hand as his heart reminded him just how alive he was, how alive both of them were. They were here, and present, and Steve loved it.

“Oh.”

Then Steve remembered where he was. He broke the kiss and tilted his head up to see the kids hovering over them, and Robin in the back staring like she was about to fill the hole in on top of them. She’d probably yell at him about timing again. Steve noticed they weren’t looking at Eddie all that weird, most of it was directed at Steve. And he knew the reason why.

“Is that why you won’t date Robin?”

He might shove that kid.

#fanfic #request #stranger things #i know most of my followers came from there lmao #steddie

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theangelmaker · 2 years

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Helping Hand (Steve-O x Reader Fanfic)

i truly don’t know what i’m doing trying to write a good fanfic but believe when i say that i AM trying.

I sat stationary in the booth of the bustling night club watching some of my greatest friends hash out their finest memories of filming their first Jackass movie. Their excitement was all I needed to make me feel at home again after being away from them for what seemed like decades. I had been sipping on the same room temperature Miller Lite I’ve had since we all first arrived here, about 2 hours ago now. I can honestly say I don’t know how these guy are consistently drunk most of the time on set, it’s wild what they do to their bodies. Most of the time it would be luckily if they were only drunk on set; I blame Steve-O for being the first guy to show up stoned out of his mind to set on the first night.

I butted into as many conversations as I could but of course I was behind the camera not in front of it so my stories and add-ons could never be as entertaining as Johnny talking about his first person view of being in his rented car while it’s being completely demolished with him still inside. Crazy to think these men made it through the movie alive, but honestly I couldn’t be more grateful.

I’ve mainly been keeping an eye on the rowdy bunch of guys because you never know when something bad could happen. But it’s going on 3 hours we’ve been here and no one’s destroyed a table or barely even made a mess of the bar.

And wouldn’t you know it. I might’ve spoken too soon.

“You dumb fuck there’s no way in Hell you’d actually do it.” Bam jokingly spat to Steve-O, knowing full well whatever he’s been talking about doing, he most certainly will.

“Oh yeah, dude? Is that a bet?” Steve-O quickly retorted wanting so badly to be told to do it.

I quickly turn my head to watch the two guys so I can stop or help whatever it is they’re wanting to do.

“I double- no, triple dog dare you to do it right now.” Ehren said so the rest of the crew could hear. Dave and Johnny whipped their attention over the Steve-O and pushed each other to get a better view of whatever stupid things Steve’s about to do.

“You idiots paying attention??” Steve-O said as he hold two empty beer bottles by the necks right over his temples.

I get up and get my knees onto the booth so I can get the higher ground as I ready myself to help if need be.

Steve-O breathes out sharply before swinging and nailing his forehead, with both bottles, straight on. I put my hand over my mouth and my eyes instinctively opened as wide as they could.

Naturally, he instantly went down and hit the floor fast and hard as his gravely yelps and cried rang out through the already blaring bar. Not many of the other patrons even turned or reacted to the site but I felt my heart stop, ‘Please be okay.’ I repeated over and over in my head

He was writhing on the cold tile floor as he released the bottles and held his hands up to his eyes.

I could barely see, hear, or even think straight as the rest of the crew shouted and praised Steve-O loudly for actually going through with a seemingly low end dare. I figured he was alright since he’s done much worse and everyone seemed like he was doing fine since they were just fist bumping and laughing hysterically together. But looking through a gap in the crowd you could still see Steve thrashing on the floor. You swallowed at you stared at him waiting for him to just blink it away and stand up and jump for joy with everyone else. But he never did. He just kept holding onto his eyes, pretty hard from what I could tell. I stood and started walking over to him, quietly pushing through people as they just chatting like everything went smoothly.

It took a second to get to him as quite a few people had gathered to see him break shit over his head. They slowly disappeared into the other crowds in the bar as you made your way to the now sweating Steve-O. You furrow your brows, confused as to why he seems to be so injured from this. You bent down on your knees as you place a hand on his damp back.

“Hey, Steve-O, look at me. You doing okay?” I calmly said to him, loud enough so he could hear but soft enough for him to know that it’s just me and he doesn’t need to act tough.

You figured he would give you a thumbs up, like all the guys do after it looked like a stunt went terrible but they ended up okay. But he did he just swiftly shook his head and cried out in pain.

“Speak to me, okay? What hurts? Your head?”

“My eyes.” He cried out with such strain

Your brows went back to normal as your eyes widened not knowing what to say to him.

“Oh. Okay okay I understand. Let’s get you to a mirror so I can check your eyes out. Do you think we can do that, Steve-O?” I uttered sympathetically as his cries shattered my heart. This was the last thing that should’ve happened tonight after such an amazing accomplishment like the movie.

He nodded softly as he moves to the fetal position. You can see his cheeks are streaked with tears and blotted with blood. Not overly, which was good but definitely enough to be concerned over. You wrapped your arm around his wife back and placed your other hand onto the side of his head as gentle but as firm as you could.

“Alright, ready? Three, Two, One, let’s go.” You say as he gets up to his feet. He doesn’t stand completely straight up so you can reach his head still. He keeps his hands over his eyes, like you expected.

“I’ll guide you to the restroom, Steve-O, don’t you worry about it.”

Luckily we were as close as we could be to the bathrooms. Just a couple steps to the right and I released his head for a moment as i pushed opened the swinging men’s bathroom door. Your secret prayers had been answered when you noticed that the room was empty. You breathed out a breathe you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in for quite some time. Slowly we inched our way to the sink.

“Alright, we finally made it to the mirror. Is it okay if I try to move your hands? I really need to see if your eyes are bleeding.” You try to sound calm again but your jitteriness is getting the better of you. You’re beyond worried you’re just going to see a big gust of blood as he removes his hands.

Someone has to be smiling down on us today because when I placed my hands over his, gently grabbing onto them, and slowly moving them down. I didn’t see much blood, besides the already bruising temples on both sides of his head.

“I’m sorry to ask this but can you open your eyes for me?”

You notice his bottom lip is quivering as he barely nods his head. Letting out a baited breath, he slowly opened eyes, turning his head from the beaming over head light. You get up close to him, as close as you’ve ever been to him, and looking around his eyes one at a time. You spot a few shards of glass on and around his eyes. You quickly get into your small hang bag and luckily found the tweezers you stuck in there haphazardly one evening. You gently place your left hand on his cheek as you place your thumb under his right eye.

“I’ll be as gentle as I can but this could hurt a bit.” You say softly to him. He just stares back at you but you know that ge understands that you could never do any true harm.

You tenderly pull down the skin under his eye to get a better angle of the glass shards in his water line. You tentatively pick out each tiny shard. There were close to two dozen shards just in around the one eye. But you made sure to get it all out before moving onto the other one.

Steve-O’s eyes were insanely blood shot and the left one had bled a bit but luckily it stops quite quickly after removable of the glass. After you released his skin from under his eye he slowly blinked his awfully dried out eyes as a few tears seeped to the corner of his eye and down his reddened cheeks.

You let out another held in breath as you could finally calm down a bit from it all. You place a now sweaty hand onto his chilled shoulder. Sometime along the night he, as well as many of the other guys, took off his shirt to cool off. But now he’s absolutely freezing to the touch from his sweat cooling. You were honestly unsure of how to help him warm up so you just acted on instinct and wrapped your arms around his neck and gave some of the warmth you have to him.

He was a little taken aback by the sudden touch but he didn’t seem too mind much at all as he softly wrapped his arms around your waist. And squeezed a bit. He took a deep breath and seemed to calm down a pretty good amount.

“I’m surprised how badly hurt you got from the stunt. You scared me when you didn’t get up, Steve. I- I didn’t know what to think.”

He didn’t say anything. All you could feel was his calm breaths and you held each other in the crackling lighting of the dingy bathroom.

“You mean way too much to me to see you injured like that. I know it all could’ve been much worse. And I know you have had much worse in the past but I need you to be okay. Do you know what I mean?”

“I’m sorry I scared you.” Is all he could say. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you.

“Please don’t be sorry to me. I just care about you so much. What if I wasn’t there to get you up? Everyone else just stopped caring after you fell to the ground. Would you have even gotten help if I want around?”

“No, i would’ve toughed it out, probably.”

“I figured.” You sometimes hate how tough he needs to act around these guys. They’re his friends. He needs to be able to ask for help when he needs it. No matter how small the stunt is. Of course they help on the nasty falls but for something as little as this they seemed to just block him out.

“I love you too much for-.” You stopped talking, you didn’t mean to say love. But you do love him, just not in that way. You honestly don’t know anymore, you’ve known Steve for so long you can’t tell your feelings apart when it deals with him

“I love you too.” He whispered as he put his head in the crook of your neck and smiled.

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alwaysmarveling · 3 years

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To Be Seen

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x gn!reader

Warnings: Hints at neglect

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: All superpowers seem to have a downside to them. Invisibility is no exception.

You got your first pair of glasses when you turned seven. The black frames were a birthday present of sorts. You had your eye set on a transparent blue pair, or honestly any of the many colorful options that lined the shelves, but your mother had grabbed the black ones without a word to you and placed them on the counter. Then the two of you went home, back to the always busy house, buzzing with the sounds of your siblings’ chatter and the television that entertained your constantly preoccupied father. There was no cake, no other presents, not even a “congratulations” or a “happy birthday,” but that was okay. That was okay because you had already gotten the gift of sight.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” you whispered to yourself that night, your younger sister already sound asleep beside you while you looked up at the glow-in-the-dark shapes taped to the ceiling. The glasses turned the green fuzzy blobs into actual stars, their points clear and easily counted as you drifted off to sleep with the lenses still on. “You can see now.”

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You found out you could make yourself invisible on the day you hit ten years old. When you woke up, the first thing you did was look at yourself in the mirror, trying to see if you looked any different from the day before, when you were nine. Double digits should mean double the change, right? But there was no change from when you weren’t in the mirror to when you were.

At first, you thought it must’ve been a prank from your older brother, but one look in the bathroom mirror told you that this was something else. It took you about half an hour before you somehow managed to become visible again, but when you did, you walked into the kitchen to find everything the same as it was the night before. No one hung streamers around the house or left a card on the counter, but that was okay. That was okay because you had a gift.

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On your twenty-seventh birthday, you were recruited to be an Avenger. Three years ago on that exact day, you had quit your office job and joined SHIELD, only as a trainee, but you made your way through the ranks. You had the advantage of a mastered superpower—turning invisible came useful on the countless days you wished the world would just swallow you whole—but you still had to learn to use it like an agent. You were never remarkable, never being praised as the top of your class nor critiqued as one of the worst. You were always in the middle. Always just… there.

But Fury had seen something in you, and now here you were, packing your things to move into the Avengers Tower. You honestly weren’t sure what he saw in you; no one did. There were other SHIELD agents with far more useful powers and much better combat skills, yet he had picked you and no one else, making you the third SHIELD agent to join the Avengers since Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff.

You looked around the empty apartment, scanning for something you and your imperfect vision might have missed, but saw nothing. Was that what others saw when they looked at you, thinking they had packed the whole room while you were standing right in front of them, arms waving in their face and voice begging for them to acknowledge you? No matter. Fury had told you Natasha would be picking you up at 2, meaning you had just over thirty minutes before she got here. Life moved on, and so would you.

Just like in years prior, there were no claps on the back, shiny bows, or patterned gift wrapping, but that was okay. That was okay because you had gotten the gift to protect and serve others.

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You laid into the punching bag, twenty-eight non-stop uppercuts for your new age as of today. You brushed one hand across your forehead to interrupt the sweat droplets that ran from your hair, Bruce doing his best to praise you in the meantime.

“Good work, Y/N, yeah. Um, stronger than the ones you’ve been doing in the past. Better form too. I think.” You were sure you weren’t meant to hear his last sentence, but a roll of Natasha’s eyes next to you was enough to make you laugh it off. It wasn’t like you could blame him. Training others wasn’t his forte. You weren’t even sure if he trained himself.

Fury’s interest in you had been short-lived, it seemed. To be fair, you were lucky he recruited you in the first place and even luckier that he let you stay on the team. Still, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t disappointed in how you turned out to just be a new puppy to him. With your novelty now wearing off, you became the responsibility of people like Bruce, who never quite wanted you in the first place.

You had nothing against the gentle and kindhearted scientist, but Steve, Nat, or even Clint would’ve been much more obvious choices. Yet somehow the scientist was who Fury appointed. Maybe he was just the only one who accepted the task, the only one not bold enough to deny Fury’s orders outright. Strangely enough, Nat always showed up, but you weren’t entirely sure why, seeing as she usually sat there silently for most of it. She’d occasionally lean in to whisper something to Bruce, but she rarely said anything to you.

Much to Bruce’s—and maybe Natasha’s—relief, Tony strutted into the gym, his charisma already filling in the awkward gaps between you guys that never seemed to disappear, no matter how much time passed.

“Bruce, Nat, just the people I was looking for! It was great to see you guys at the party last night.” You pushed your glasses back up the bridge of your nose before going back to the punching bag; obviously, he was not here to speak with you. As you beat into the bag, getting lost in the rattling of the chain and the rhythm of the combinations, you thought back to last night, when you heard the Avengers’ laughter as they prepared for the gala.

You sat in the living room watching a movie with the tiniest but fiercest hope that someone might see you and ask you to come along. This was a party for the Avengers, after all, to celebrate the success of a mission that you had been part of. It had been up to you to cut the power and incapacitate the leader. Somehow the credit had gone to Clint, all the news stations celebrating the archer and his amazing feat. It was fine, whatever, just another chip to brush off of your shoulder—a teeny, tiny chip, really, honestly probably more of a scratch—but you thought you would’ve at least been invited to the party. Yet there you were, your posture slowly drooping as you sank into the leather sofa while your teammates gathered in the elevator to head up to the party. You had taken your phone out and opened the camera app, checking to make sure you hadn’t somehow triggered your invisibility, but, nope, you were very much there. The tears that fell were very much there.

“Alright, Tony, I’ll be there for Movie Night tonight, but you gotta go. I need to get back to my training duties.” It was then that Tony finally seemed to realize your presence, turning around with a surprised look on his face.

“Oh, hey, Y/N. You, um, you should come tonight too.” All of his charm was gone, the relaxed smile only hanging on by the tiniest lift of the corner of his mouth. So you did your best to reassure him with a small nod. The smile came back immediately. All was well; Tony Stark does indeed have a heart.

Later that night, as you sat alone on the three-person couch, you drew the blankets closer to you. The same movie you had watched last night was playing on the TV. The original plan had been to watch Jaws, but Sam was delighted to find the DVD box to Space Jam on the coffee table, insisting that he’d been wanting to watch it again and how it was such a coincidence it was already out. He wasn’t saying that last night when you asked if anyone wanted to watch it with you, but at least you weren’t watching it alone this time. You looked around at the small groups the Avengers had formed on the other couches, some of them even sitting on the floor—there wasn’t enough space, you guessed—before letting out a sigh. There were no party hats or festive noisemakers, but that was okay. That was okay because… A tap on your knee brought you back to the present moment. You looked down to find the outstretched arm of a familiar redhead, a bowl of popcorn in her hand.

There was no time for wallowing in self-pity. That was okay. You were okay.

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The harsh sunlight woke you up in time for your thirtieth birthday. Or maybe it was the stiff and lumpy mattress that did it. Either way, you were hoping you’d be able to sleep through it. The rational side of you knew that wasn’t possible—what with being on the run from the US government and all—but one can always hope, right?

You’d stuck with Natasha during the Avengers’ split, pushing for the team to stay together even though you’d never really been part of the team. It wasn’t about you though; you’d seen the amazing things the Avengers could do when they were together. The world needed them.

Well, that line of thinking got you here, in a small cabin in the woods with all the Avengers who had followed Steve, Natasha joining the group later. Happy birthday to you. Although to be fair, it wasn’t like any of your past birthdays had been much better. Once your childish naivety had faded away (which probably took much longer than it should have), the day became something you dreaded, something you hoped each year you would forget about but never quite could. This time, though, you had a small plan. It was going to be different this year.

Your knees cracked as you stood, announcing to no one in particular that you were heading off to bed. Rather than heading straight down the hall to your room, though, you cut through the kitchen and grabbed a few things.

Your shoulders dropped slightly as you closed the door, and you allowed yourself to study the contents of your hands: a lighter, candle, and one of the leftover store-bought cupcakes from Steve’s birthday. The cupcakes weren’t great, but no one had the time, energy, or ingredients to make a cake, and, let’s be honest, most of the people here couldn’t bake anyways. Plus, this one had frosting in your favorite color, so you couldn’t complain, especially since it was more than you’d had for your birthday since you could remember.

The wooden bed frame creaked as you shifted to place the candle in the frosting and light it. For the first time that day, you were grateful the windows had no curtains, as they allowed you to see the stars that dotted the sky.

“Happy birthday,” you murmured to yourself, your eyes never leaving the constellations, instead darting around to watch in awe as more and more of the twinkling lights showed up the longer you cared to look.

Just as you tore your eyes away to blow out the candle, a knock rang out against the door. Were you guys spotted? Did you have to leave? You immediately ran to open the door, running through a list of things you’d have to pack the second you heard the order. You weren’t exactly surprised to see Nat standing outside your door, but you were surprised to see her holding a small rectangular box and a bottle of champagne.

“Hey, um, sorry to interrupt.” Your cheeks immediately heated up when you noticed her eyes dart to the cupcake still in your hand. You must’ve forgotten to put it down in your rush to open the door. At least the candle’s flame had gone out. “I get it if you don’t want to celebrate with anyone, but I figured you still deserve a treat on your special day.”

Natasha’s brows furrowed as your head tilted slightly.

“What special day?”

“Um, well, isn’t it your birthday?” You nodded, still not quite understanding what she was asking. Not to mention, the spy’s continued use of filler words surprised you. Sure, the two of you hadn’t interacted with each other much, but a lack of familiarity didn’t usually make her this uneasy. Were you really that invisible that she felt uncomfortable around you despite having known you for three years? But you couldn’t dwell on it with Nat speaking again, her voice pulling you out of your thoughts. “And, um, I noticed the only alcohol you drink is champagne, so… this is for you.”

You stepped back slightly as she nudged the objects towards you, but the spy misunderstood you, taking your surprise as an invitation to enter the room. Before you knew it, you were asking her to sit next to you on the mattress. It wasn’t like you had much of a choice, though; keeping her standing would be rude, and there were no chairs in your room. The two of you sat at least a foot apart, both of your spines straight and neither of you quite meeting the eyes of the other.

“So, um, do you want to open the present first or have your cupcake? Or we can open the champagne if you want.”

“This is a present?” You eyed the brown box she held in her hand. You weren’t sure what it could be. Based on its size, maybe a watch or a pocket knife? But Natasha laughed, simply pushing the box towards you.

“Of course it’s a present. Open it!” So you set the cupcake down on the unstable bedside table, making sure the dessert wouldn’t fall due to the furniture having one leg shorter than the rest. You cast one last glance at Natasha, who gave you a reassuring yet pointed nod, and with that, you lifted the cover.

It took everything in you to prevent the tears springing in your eyes from overflowing. You lifted the goggles with shaking hands. You had to touch them to make sure they were real, to make sure this wasn’t some sick and twisted dream your brain had forced on you to make you remember how disappointing your past birthdays had been.

“Do you like it?” The blonde asked you softly, her lower lip caught in between her teeth. Had you been thinking clearly, you would’ve been surprised at how apprehensive she sounded, how unsure she was. “I thought it could be something you might want to wear on missions. I noticed your other ones kept slipping down or breaking, and um…” Both of you became antsier as Natasha rambled on, you at how she was being more intimate with you than anyone ever had, and she at how she just couldn’t seem to stop talking despite the fact that, in her opinion, she was digging herself into an increasingly deeper hole. “It’s a lot more sturdy, and there are some other features that I think you’ll appreciate. I had Tony and Bruce make it for you… before, you know, this whole thing happened. And I brought it with me when I left.”

The frames reminded you much of the glasses you had first wanted as a kid, the ones your mother had looked past in favor of the plain black ones. They matched your combat suit, though, even having a small carving of your symbol on the side. You nodded as you choked down a sob, forcing yourself to meet the former assassin’s gaze to try to thank her properly.

“I love it, Natasha. Thank you so much. I- it’s… it’s amazing.” Nat dipped her head as if to nod, but you didn’t miss the way her cheeks flushed red or how a hint of her characteristic smirk appeared.

“Of course. It’s the least I could do.” Your eyes returned to the glasses in your hand. You’d try them out the second Natasha left. “So, cake now?”

“Yes, right, of course,” you nodded immediately, shaking your head at how you had managed to forget about the one thing you had planned to do for your birthday. Before you could reach for the frosted dessert, Natasha relit the candle and handed the cupcake to you as she began to sing “Happy Birthday.” When she reached the last note, you could hold it in no longer, and all the tears immediately began to flow.

“Oh my god, Y/N, I’m so sorry. Is my singing really that bad?” The redhead wasn’t sure whether to pull you closer or move away as she ran a hand through her hair, but she felt slightly comforted when she noticed you shaking your head.

“No, no, it’s just…” Natasha hesitantly began to rub your back in an effort to calm your sobs, “No one’s ever sang that for me before.”

“Ever?” She winced slightly at how her voice cracked, betraying her emotions to you despite her attempts to remain composed.

“Well, there used to be a video of it from my third birthday, but… I was three. So I don’t really remember it.” Natasha thought back to the many birthday celebrations the team had held, none of them being for you. The door to your room was always closed on your birthday. She’d always thought you had just gone out with friends and family, people outside of the Avengers, and who was she to get in the way of you and those you loved? But it had been the opposite. You had been hiding away in your room, and she hadn’t helped matters at all by waiting for three years to do anything. If only she’d gained the courage earlier, she could’ve helped ease your pain much sooner.

But all you saw through your tears was the way her head was cocked to the side, her spy training paying off as you couldn’t even begin to predict what she might be thinking. Your confusion slowed your tears somewhat, but that didn’t last for long as your mind shifted gears. You were ever the fool for sharing something so vulnerable with someone you barely knew.

So it was much to your surprise when Natasha finally reached her hand toward you, using her thumb to brush off the last few tears that made their way down your cheeks.

“You’ve never been invisible to me, Y/N. I see you. Always.” And with that, without responding, you turned away from her with a sniff to blow out the candle. “What’d you wish for?” the spy asked lightly, hoping the joke would help lift your mood.

“Nothing. This was more than I could’ve ever asked for.” Nat nodded slowly, keeping her eyes on you as she reached to take out the candle. Your eyes remained on the cupcake as if it would be ripped away from you if you turned away for a second. With her hand returned to your back, you began to dig into the cupcake, your eyes closing as you savored the taste. A cupcake just for you, on your birthday. Sure, it was a leftover cupcake, the frosting a bit too sweet and the cake itself dry and somewhat stale, but that didn’t matter. It was still the first in thirty years.

That night, you lay in bed with the stars overhead, a smile on your face as you thought about the day’s events, your best birthday ever.

And maybe it was naive of you to believe what Natasha had told you earlier that day—it wasn’t like the thought hadn’t crossed your mind several times in the few hours since she told you that—but then you thought about the champagne and the glasses she’d given you. You thought about the way she’d examined your apartment with you one last time before she brought you to the Avengers Tower, about the way she gave you an encouraging smile during training when you became exhausted with Bruce’s cluelessness, about the way she’d shared her popcorn on movie nights with you and only you.

And in the room next to you, Natasha thought about your confusion, your tears, and the way desperation, hope, and amazement filled your face when you looked at her right before you blew out the candle. It was then that she made a vow to herself, to show you that you’d never be invisible, especially not to her.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” she whispered, “You are seen.”

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donutloverxo · 3 years

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Soooo there are many fics where reader makes steve jealous and it ends in rogh possesive fcking.. but what if steve tries to make reader jealous and it totally backfires and she becomes extremely insecure?? But please with a fluffy ending because my poor heart can’t handle anything less 🥺🥺

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"Um... yes?" You asked as you brought down the hand which was holding out a twenty dollar bill - since you thought it was the pizza you've been waiting for, for like the past half an hour, and not a blond, six feet and some inches,tall super soldier.

"Hi... doll," he smiled.

"My name's Y/N," you corrected him as you frowned, so fed up of men undermining you by calling you such 'sweet' nicknames. You knew Captain Rogers wasn't like that, but still you couldn't have him getting any ideas.

"Right," he cleared his throat as he repeated your name. "Sorry," he said with a toothy grin, which almost made your heart melt.

"How did you get my address, Captain?"

"Tony gave it to me. I would've asked you at work... but I wanted to do this the right way."

"Do what?" you quirked a brow.

"Um, I maybe people aren't as formal nowadays," he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, "But I can't really change who I am... not so late in life anyway," he cringed as he realised he was pretty rambling then, taking a deep breath he gathered enough courage, "I wanted to ask you to come with me, as my date, to the valentines party this Sunday."

You hummed at that, considering it because damn if Rogers wasn't convincing. Even when he wasn't as authoritative and dominating as he is when he puts on the suit.

It would be nice to be courted and treated nicely, and to not have to put up with the shit most men try to pull with you, you were sure Rogers would show you the time of your life. Besides, only an idiot would say no to him.

"No." You said with a finality that left no room for debate. "Is that all?"

"Uh... I... yes..." he stammered, not exactly prepared to be turned down so bluntly. "Can I ask why?"

"I don't shit where I eat."

"What?" his eyebrows cutely scrunching up.

You just knew you must've touched a nerve with your crass language. Tony, your boss, had told you about Cap and his 'language' incident.

"I don't date people at work... it can get complicated," you explained as he nodded.

It wasn't a complete lie. You didn't want to be known as the 'easy' girl or have others gossip about you. But that would be a sacrifice you'd willing make for someone like Steve. Who'd dare make fun of the Captains girl anyway?

You had been smitten with him from the moment you saw him, learning about his bravery and sacrifice as a kid you looked upto him and respected him, but when you met him in real life... you were a complete goner. Your stomach did somersaults every time he touched you, or hell even looked your way.

You tried your best to flirt, which was basically you stuttering and trying to make small talk whenever you had a chance to talk to him. Since he was born almost a century ago he would probably be offended if you were the one to make the first move.

You continued your back and forth for weeks before he told you about her. That he'll be visiting her over the weekend. You simply nodded, having a vague idea of who Peggy Carter was but not of what she went to Steve.

After some research you found out that she was an old flame of his, someone he couldn't marry and build a life with because he was frozen for decades. Upon seeing her many qualifications, and just how freaking brilliant she was, you knew one thing.

You may not be as smart as her, but you knew that you could never measure upto a woman that incredible. Someone Steve still visits after all these years. You were already afraid that he was out of your league but now you were sure of it.

"Did I do something wrong?" he wanted to know.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," he shoved his hands in his pockets, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout, "It's just that you used to talk to me all the time... and now it seems as if you're ignoring me. Is it because of something I did? Whatever it is I never meant to hurt you," he swore.

You sighed. "It's nothing you did, really. I just realized how incompatible we are. I hope you find the one you're looking for, someone who'll make you happy and give you the world. It just won't be me."

You didn't let him say anything closing your door instantly as you kept your tears at bay.

At the valentines party

"Cap," Tony said, slapping a hand on Steve's shoulder, "I thought you'd have her on your arm tonight. What happened?"

Referring to his assistant. He wanted to play cupid this once, since it was the season of love, he wanted to see his idiot friends happy. He was sure you both would be disgustingly smooching and all cute at the party. But not only had you both shown up separately, you seemed to be actively ignoring Steve.

"She uh... rejected me," he said, looking down into his glass of whiskey. It didn't do much for him but it helped him blend in.

"Ouch," Tony winced, "I was sure she would go for you. But I guess I have been wrong before," he shrugged.

"Really?"

"Yeah. She goes all heart eyes whenever you're around. But I guess that's nothing unique since that's just how most women act around you," he scoffed. "You should read all the love letters you got today. I was going through them, you have quite a passionate fanbase of people who want to... what was it..." he pretended to think hard about it. "Yes, 'ride your bicep', I don't understand the physics of how on earth that would work, but I am intrigued."

"Tony," Steve rolled his eyes as he always does when he's around the billionaire. "I don't really care about all of them... they don't know me. I only care about her and I don't know why she said no, but there's nothing I can do about it."

"Whoa, you're accepting defeat so soon? Where's that I-can-do-this-all-day attitude?"

"This isn't a war, Tony. If she doesn't see me that way... then there isn't much I could do."

"Maybe she's just playing hard to get. There's absolutely no way to really know what goes on in womens heads, Rogers. They're so smart and sneaky... it's kinda scary actually."

"I don't think she'd play games..."

Tony had gotten distracted pretty quickly and left Steve alone to pout and only appreciate your beauty from afar. You had worn a pink dress with red hearts on it, and for some reason, you got more beautiful every time he looked at you.

"Hello."

He jerked when he heard the foreign voice, looking at the blonde woman next to him, with her hand out, he shook it just to be polite.

"I'm Crystal," she smiled, flashing her sparkly white teeth.

"I'm Steve."

"Of course I know who you are!" she laughed, "You're Captain America, everyone knows you," she playfully hot his bicep before squeezing it, "Oh my... you must work out a lot."

"Uh... yeah..." he nodded. He could never get used to how people perceived him so differently.

"There is something I need to know really bad," Crystal blinked as she looked up at him, "Do you wear underwear in those suits? They seem really tight, wouldn't it be uncomfortable?"

"Oh, um... we just sort of..."

You had never looked at yourself as a jealous person. Maybe things were different when it came to Steve... he was a pretty special guy.

When you looked at him, talking to some girl, dancing with her, laughing and having fun with her, it was as if you were on fire from simmering rage, at the same time you could feel your heart breaking in a million pieces.

You knew it was wrong. You had no claim to him, he can do whatever he wants. If you said no to him then it makes perfect sense that he seeked out someone else.

You just had to get away for some fresh air, so you wouldn't abandon all class and pull the girls hair and drag her away from your Steve.

You yelped when you heard him call out your name.

Looking over your shoulder you saw him staring at you, his brows scrunched up, he looked so worried. But why?

"What're you doing here? You'll catch a cold, doll," he takes off his blazer, putting it over your shoulders and then groaning when he realised his slip up.

"Right, sorry, old habits die hard. I won't call you that again, I promise," he said, crossing his finger over his heart.

"No... I think it's kinda sweet. No ones ever had such an endearing petname for me. I do like it."

"Oh," he frowned, "it's just that you said you didn't."

Tony, of all the people in the whole universe, was right. There was no understanding women.

"I guess I lied..."

"Why?"

"Um..." You were at a loss of words and nervous. Steve wouldn't tolerate lies, and you didn't want him to hate you. "It was easier to do that then tell you the truth."

"What's the truth?"

"I do like you... a lot. But I don't want to live in someone else's shadow. And I just think the whole thing would end in a disaster..."

"What're you talking about, Y/N?"

"Peggy. Your first and only love. I can't measure upto her, not in my wildest dreams, there's no use trying."

"Why would you have to measure upto Peggy?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but couldn't really come up with an answer. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I did have feelings for her, but that was a long time ago. I'm happy she lived her life, it just wasn't meant to be."

"So, you're not still in love with her?"

"No," he shook his head, "I wouldn't have asked you out if I was."

"Well, what about Crystal? You were practically glued to her the entire evening!" you huffed as you stomped your foot. Mad at your own stupidity. You could've simply told him the truth and asked for a straight answer. "I have to warn you, she had was pretty crazy in the last season."

"Last season?"

"Mm-hm, the last season of her reality show, I've seen all eight seasons. Maybe they just amp up the drama, maybe she isn't actually crazy, I wouldn't know," you shrugged.

"Doll," he smirked, circling a hand around your waist and pulling you into him, "are you jealous?"

"I am not!" you gasped, looking away from his eyes as you felt your cheeks heat up.

"I don't want anyone but you. Why would I? You're goddamn perfect. And... I want you to be my girl."

"I guess I don't really have a reason to say no now..." you murmured, your face still flustered as you played with the buttons on his shirt before he tilted your chin up to make you look at him, placing his lips over yours in the most tender of kisses.

"Got the job done, Tones... I'm pretty sure I saw him go after her, I have to say though, you look at Captain America, and you really don't expect him to be that awkward..." Crystal said as she sipped on her gin and tonic. "You owe me."

Tony only hummed, not too happy about being indebted to someone, but you both needed a necessary push in the right direction.

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wanderingalien142 · 2 years

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Dating Advice

Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: The avengers giving your boyfriend dating advice.

Word Count: 992

Warnings: fluff and eavesdropping... that’s it

Side Notes: This one is pretty straight forward, so enjoy!

Walking around the avengers compound you went to the lounge area to pick up your boyfriend. He had finished the day about an hour ago and waited until you were done but your meeting ran a little late. You were a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who specialized in undercover work to gather intel so the avengers and other field teams knew what they were getting into on a mission. You had gone undercover with almost all of the avengers as pretend friends, lovers, or spouses. All except Banner and Stark really, as Bruce didn’t do well with improvising and Tony was way too recognizable. Otherwise you had been married to Natasha, sister of Steve, best friend to Clint, fiancé to Rhodey, cousin to Bucky, and girlfriend to Sam. You got to know the team pretty well even Banner and Stark as you liked to help them out in the lab, they enjoyed the company and someone who was actually interested in what they were doing.

Just as you were about to round the corner you heard some of the team talking. Stopping in your tracks you waited and listened. You were definitely the cat whose curiosity was fabled to kill them.

“No, you have to be a gentleman. Pull out the chair, pay for the meal, and walk her to her door.” you heard Steve say. Dating advice? Who was the dating advice for? Who were they trying to ask out?

“I agree, you have to show her you’re a man.” Bucky agreed. Smiling to yourself of course the two men from the 1940’s were big on chivalry, it was sweet really.

“What? No, (y/n) won’t like that. We’re friends and we’ve worked out before. She’s tough and doesn’t like being doted on like that.” Natasha argued. So whoever the advice was for was trying to ask me out. My mouth went a little dry. You knew your boyfriend hadn't told anyone you were dating but if someone else tried to ask you out it could be a problem. He was protective and jealous, it sometimes made your job difficult.

Then Tony started, “Well regardless you should pamper her. Buy her gifts and take her out.” he paused, probably taking a drink. “But not a giant teddy bear-”

“Yeah, that one didn’t turn out too well for you, did it?” Clint teased. “Look, she probably won’t like getting pampered either. What matters is that you’re there for her.” the family man stated. He made a good point that’s what mattered to you the most.

“Look I appreciate all of the advice you guys are giving me but I think I’ll be alright. I know how to be a southern gentleman, but I won’t dote on her, I’ll do all I can to give her what she wants, and when have I ever not been there for anyone?” Sam said. So they were helping Sam with dating advice. Oh this was too good!

Knocking on the entryway you acted like you just got there by shuffling through your purse. “Ready to go? I’m so sorry the meeting ran as late as it did. Apparently I need to learn Sokovian too now.” Looking up at everyone you acted surprised. “Oh hey everyone! Sorry I didn’t know you were here. Did you want to stay here or are you ready to go?” You asked your boyfriend who was grinning like an idiot.

“No, I'm ready to go see you all tomorrow!” Sam called out. Getting up he walked toward you so you could head out to the parking lot. Everyone called out their goodbyes and you waved goodbye to them all as well.

On your way to the parking lot Sam put his arm around your waist. Looking up at him you gave him a peck on the check. He then gave you a peck on the lips and held you a little closer.

“So you still haven’t told them,” You said, “and now they’re watching us leave wondering how long this has been going on.” You both giggled.

“And you were eavesdropping on our conversation… again. How much did you hear?” Sam asked.

“I heard all the advice they gave you but that was it. Being a gentleman but don’t dote on me, pamper me, and always be by my side. They had some good ideas but you’re not doing so bad.” You summarized, Sam smiled at that, happy to hear that he had been a good boyfriend even though he knew it.

“And by now I’m sure our friends are watching and listening over the security cameras. Waiting for us to spill all the juicy details.” he said, stopping in front of a camera while you both waved.

“If you know what we want then say it bird brain!” Bucky called through the speaker system. Laughing you handed Sam the keys and gave him another kiss just to tease everyone watching.

“How about this weekend we all go out for drinks. We’ll answer all your questions. It’s been a long week anyway, we could all use a little break.” You replied going to the passenger side door but not getting in quite yet.

“Saturday night I’ll send you the address. And I am not paying for drinks!” Tony exclaimed. Of course he had to choose where you were going, he could be real picky sometimes. Giving the camera a thumbs up you got in the car. Facing Sam you both smiled.

“Honestly that went better than expected.” He said taking your hand and backing out of the parking lot.

“The real challenge will be on Saturday. Until then I have you all to myself.” Sam grinned like an idiot. He loved it when you called him yours. “We can get some takeout, then make caramel popcorn, and binge watch Lord Of The Rings.”

Glancing at you Sam squeezed your hand. “How did I end up with someone so perfect?”

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babyboibucky · 3 years

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Project V: Pierced

Pairing: College!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky convinces you to get matching nipple piercings.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, mention of oral, piercing pain lmfao, these two being dumbasses as usual

A/N: Maaaaaaaan, seeing Seb with them piercings really hyped me up to write shit lmfao

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“Let’s get matching something.”

Bucky proposed as he lounged on your bed, his notes against his chest. You just got out of the shower, a towel wrapped around your chest with water droplets dripping from your neck down to your cleavage. You saw how Bucky’s eyes followed the droplets until it disappeared into your towel.

“Matching what?” You asked and started applying lotion all over your body.

Bucky’s ears turned red as he watched your hands slide up from your calf up to your thighs, the hem of your towel riding up a bit to expose your skin beneath. You snapped your fingers right in his face and made a face, “My eyes are up here, why the fuck are you so horny all the time?” you complained.

“You’re in a fucking towel and I can literally see your pussy from here. Of course I’m gonna feel horny!” he defended. “Anyway, matching something. What do you think?” Bucky asked again, turning to his side as he watched you continue with your post-shower routine.

You shrugged, “How about bracelets? Rings?” you suggested as you slipped on your underwear.

“Too basic.” Bucky said.

“Matching tats?” you asked and then gasped when an idea struck you. “Get a tattoo of my pussy and I’ll have your dick inked on my butt cheek.”

Bucky deadpanned at you, “Are you for real?” he asked. “Also, I don’t want matching tattoos. It’s too common. And Steve and Sam got matching tattoos. We gotta stand out ‘cause we’re not just regular best friends.” he explained, finally sitting up on your bed.

You were now clad in a loose shirt and skipped on the shorts. Turning around to face Bucky, you placed your hands on your hips. “You’re just jealous that Steve decided to get matching tats with Sam and not you.” you teased and sat down next Bucky on your bed.

Bucky rolled his eyes, “Whatever.” he dismissed and thought about what else the both of you can get.

You were combing your hair when Bucky found himself staring at your tits, noticing your pebbled nipples straining through the thin fabric of your shirt.

And then had a eureka moment.

“Let’s get our nips pierced!”

“Can I still back out?” you asked, tugging Bucky’s hand as the both of you entered the tattoo parlor.

You refused to get your nipples pierced, you clearly remembered shooting that idea down as soon as Bucky suggested it. But Bucky, Bucky, Bucky...he had a way with his words and his tongue that made you cry out yes to his suggestion.

Fucking Bucky and his talent at cunnilingus. If that man tried to convince you to help him hide a dead body by eating you out, you would’ve started digging a grave as soon as he was done with you.

He was that good at it.

“Pussy.” Bucky teased.

“Using ‘pussy’ as an insult doesn’t make any sense because this pussy can take a pounding. You should know that better than anyone.” you spat back with a scowl.

Bucky frowned at you, “Okay, fine. I take that back. But no one’s backing out. C’mon, we’d be the coolest BFFs in town with these piercings.” he insisted.

You were about to retort back but was immediately cut off when a guy called both your names, confirming the appointment that was made a week ago. Bucky took your hand and pulled you with him further into the parlor, leaving you with no choice but to give in.

“Alright, so nipple piercings huh?” the guy asked. “Are we gonna do both...or?”

You raised your hand, “What’s the aftercare like?” you went straight to the point.

“Oh well, just don’t touch it for as long as you can. It takes about 6 months to a full year for it to completely heal. Wear a cotton bra or skip on it if possible. Try not to tug at the piercings so when doing the nasty, try not to include the nipples.” he explained so casually.

You turned to Bucky, “When doing the nasty, try not to include the nipples. You sure about this, Buck?” you asked, knowing how much Bucky loved playing with your tits during sex.

Bucky swallowed, “For how long should we avoid the nipple play?” he asked shamelessly.

“Couple of months to a full year.”

“Fuck!” Bucky hissed, ignoring how the piercer burst out laughing at his disappointment.

“So what? We still gonna do this or?” you asked.

Bucky pondered for a couple of seconds before letting out a sigh, “I really want us to be the coolest BFFs out there.”

The both of you decided to show off the piercings back at the dorm, wanting it to be a moment of surprise. The Uber ride was quiet for some reason, tension thick in the air.

“You screamed like a bitch back there.” you said, finally breaking the silence.

Bucky looked offended when he snapped his head towards you, “My pain tolerance is low, okay?” he excused. “And it really did hurt. At least I didn’t whimper like a whore.” he said.

It was true though, you did whimper like a whore getting fucked by three dicks all at once. You always thought you tolerated pain pretty well, getting a Brazilian was a regular thing for you and it never made you flinch. Nipple piercings though? Jesus fucking christ, you couldn’t even explain how much it fucking hurt.

You laughed sarcastically at Bucky’s rebuttal, “Better than screaming as if you were being pegged with no prep.”

As soon as you arrived at Bucky’s dorm, he scrambled to lock the door in hopes of Steve not coming home any time soon. He’d already seen you wearing Bucky’s boxers, he doesn’t need to see the both of you showing off your newly pierced nipples at each other.

“Okay. You ready?” Bucky asked as he stood in front of you.

“On three.” you said before starting off the countdown.

As soon as the countdown was over, Bucky reached for his shirt from behind, removing it at the same time you removed yours, followed by the thin bralette you wore underneath.

“Oh my god, we actually did it.” you snorted, looking closely at the ball closure ring that Bucky went for.

“Shit, I didn’t know you got straight barbells on yours.” Bucky asked, his eyes glued on your slightly red nipples. “Fuck, your tits look so good with piercings.” he grunted breathlessly.

You licked your lips and groaned at the confession you were about to make, “Look, I’m gonna be honest. I’m so fucking turned on right now.”

Bucky groaned, “Me too. Jesus, I thought I was gay because I got an erection when the dude pierced my first nipple. I mean, he was pretty handsome too.”

“I’m sure we can fuck but we just have to avoid the nips so just hit me from the back.” you said and quickly shimmied off your pants together with your panties.

Bucky rushed to remove his and went over to his bed, kneeling behind as you positioned yourself on all fours. You got so wet at the thought of Bucky’s nipples having piercings that you didn’t need that much foreplay to get ready. Bucky slid his fingers along your folds, gathering more wetness from your entrance before smearing it.

“Fuck, just get on with it!” you moaned and gripped the bedsheets tightly.

Bucky jerked his cock a couple of times before finally sliding easily into your cunt. He choked on his moan at the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around his hard cock. He had been hard too on the way home, no wonder there was tension in that Uber ride.

“Go fast and hard, I’m not gonna last.” you urged, pushing your ass back to meet Bucky’s thrusts.

Placing a hand on your neck and the other on your waist, Bucky fucked you the way you wanted. Thank goodness you started taking pills because Bucky didn’t have the patience to even put a condom on. He felt like he was going to nut as soon as his eyes landed on your pierced nipples, so perky and still swollen.

“Oh shit, fuck. I’m so fucking horny.” Bucky said, his jaw tensing as he watched your ass bounce every time he slammed back inside of you.

A couple more thrusts and your entire body trembled, a soft moan slipping past your lips when you came hard. Even without being touched, your nipples felt sensitive because of the piercings, the sensation only adding to your pleasure when you reached your orgasm.

“Shit, fuck. I gotta see those tits bounce. I can’t cum without seeing them.” Bucky said and pulled out to gently turn you around.

Now on your back with your legs spread open, Bucky slipped inside and continued to fuck you. His hands gripped the pillow beneath your head for leverage as he jackhammered you onto the bed, your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders as you felt another orgasm approach you.

You lifted your head up to meet Bucky’s lips in a kiss, moaning into his mouth when you felt the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. Your vision blacked out momentarily when you came for the second time. Just as when you regained your senses, Bucky got lost in his own orgasm that he completely forgot about the piercings. He grabbed your left breast and pinched your nipple, your scream joining his loud moan when he came.

“Fucking hell, Bucky!” you cried out, the pain too much to bear that you also didn’t notice that your hand clawed at Bucky’s right pec with your middle finger getting caught in his piercing, accidentally ripping it out in the process.

“Motherfucker!”

“What the hell happened? Are you both okay?!” Steve worriedly asked as soon as he arrived at the ER of a nearby hospital.

Upon getting Bucky’s voicemail about rushing to the hospital, Steve panicked and went there as soon as he could. He had been Bucky’s emergency contact for a long time now and he was used to receiving calls from police stations due to how often Bucky got himself in trouble, especially when drunk. But Bucky calling, sounding like he was in immense pain, telling him that he needed to go to the hospital?

It was the first time it ever happened so it was understandable for Steve to panic like a husband who got a call informing him that his wife was going into labor.

You and Bucky exchanged glances, faces red from embarrassment before nodding.

“We’re good.” you curtly responded, scratching your neck.

“What happened?” Steve asked again, brows furrowing as he looked at you and Bucky alternately.

You nudged Bucky’s ribs with your elbow, widening your eyes at him as you urged him to do the explaining.

“We uh...werippedouteachothersnipplepiercings.” he murmured to himself.

Steve frowned, “I didn’t catch a word that you said.”

“We ripped out each other’s piercings by accident.” you repeated, clearly and slowly this time.

“Did your earlobes get ripped off or what?” Steve asked, taking a closer look at both your ears.

Confusion washed over his face when he noticed that your ear piercings were still intact and that Bucky didn’t even have his ears pierced. Steve straightened up and crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the both of you like a reprimanding father.

“What did the two of you do this time?”

A nurse stepped into the scene and offered Steve a kind smile before turning to you and Bucky, handing over a prescription.

“Make sure to follow the instructions when applying the ointment and both your nipples should heal properly.” she explained before walking out.

“Nipples?!” Steve gasped out.

Bucky sighed but shrugged in response, “At least we’re the coolest BFFs out there with matching nipple piercings.”

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harryspet · 4 years

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caged bird | s.rogers, p.parker & b.barnes

[Warnings] dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!peter parker x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader, polyamory, prison au, noncon/dubcon sex, this plot scenario is very unrealistic but oh well, reader makes a deal so she can survive, hella manipulation, dominants/submissive, oral sex (male recieving), hella angst, shower sex, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

A/N: this is like a really f’d up situation so enjoy :):):) i also wrote this over the span of two weeks so i’m sorry if the pacing is weird and (also x2) this is nowhere near canon

In which you have to make a deal with three devils in order to survive in The Cage.

word count: 4.8k

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Your eyelids were heavy though the bright light outside the bus was forcing you awake. Your limbs shackled to the seat, it reminded you that you had lost your freedom so quickly and that you’d probably never have a good night of sleep ever again, “How long?” Your mouth was dry, the heat from the wasteland you were driving through crept through the window.

“Twenty minutes, princess,” Officer Rumlow looked you over for the millionth time like you were fresh meat ready for the slaughter. His perceptions weren’t far off and that’s what scared you the most. You weren’t cut out for a place like the Cage.

A week ago you thought this place was fictional, a nightmare tale that was used to scare the new employees. It was still a nightmare but you were now living in it. You thought your heart might explode out of your chest as the facility finally came into view. Five stories of complete concrete surrounded by two, hundred-foot fences and surrounded by a barren wasteland.

You were the only one on the bus. The Cage rarely received new inmates due to the nature of crimes that the prison was built for. Vigilantes and government traitors. Many used to consider them heroes but they were unregulated and dangerous. That's how they ended up here and, your boss, Alexander Pierce had sold you out to save himself.

“When … W-When am I going to get my phone call?” You asked as the bus entered the gates of the prison, finally stopping at the processing center.

Rumlow chuckled, walking over to unchain your shackles from the floor of the bus, “Who are you going to call, princess? Mommy and Daddy?” He grabbed you roughly by your upper arm, pulling you out of your seat and dragging you down the steps of the bus.

You refused to accept that you had been erased. Your parents probably thought you were only missing, not that you had been wrongly accused of betraying the government and had been thrown into the most dangerous prison in the country.

“They can’t do this,” You winced as your arm stung, “No trial. No jury. T-This is illegal!”

Rumlow ignored you, and you had to pick up your pace in order to not fall down. Your eyes wandered around, the sun nearly blinding you and stinging your skin at the same time. You noticed in the distance a group of male inmates standing behind a wired fence, wearing the same navy jumpsuit as you, and even from far away, you could see cold and hungry glances.

You thought you were lucky for a minute since you were a woman but then you remembered what kind of women probably lived here. As you were brought inside, past several guards, through metal detectors and pat-downs.

When you got to the body cavity search, you expected to part way with Rumlow. Standing in a small, cold room, Rumlow stood in the doorway with his hands casually in the pockets of his pants, “Undress, inmate,” Your eyes widened and you quickly crossed your arms, “Slowly, if you don’t mind.”

“I-I do mind,” You said quickly, “I’m supposed to have a female officer-”

“You don’t get those kinds of privileges in the Cage. We don’t separate inmates by gender,” You shook your head as your eyebrows began to furrow.

“That’s insane-”

“Undress, inmate,” He said more sternly this time, “Or would you like me to do it for you? You’re lucky I don’t make you put on a show for the rest of the guards.”

You shook your head again, tears starting to form in your tired eyes, “Please don’t-” You tried to plead with him but, as you did, you watched him reach for his baton, “Okay, okay!”

Rumlow smiled a wicked smile, “Good. Bend over and cough, inmate. Let me see that cute, little ass of yours.”

When you finally got to see a female officer, she was escorting you to your cell. In your hands, you held the rest of your life which included one more set of clothes, bedding, and a toothbrush. You had to eat what the prison provided and you could only earn extra commissary from working. Hela tried to explain everything to you but you were only latching onto every other world.

You walked along a slim passageway which had cells to the right and a metal railing to the left. There were three floors of cells and they seemed to go all the way around in a circle. Passed the railing and in the middle of the dome was where it seemed most of the inmates were gathered.

The shouting, laughing, and fighting echoed through the dome and you couldn’t help but think those calls were for you. You could barely carry your bag of things and walk straight without stumbling. If they couldn’t send your weakness from your appearance then they’d surely sniff it out soon.

“This can’t be allowed,” You whispered to Officer Hela, though her dark hair mixed with the look of death in her eyes didn’t scream “empathy” to you, “There has to be some sort of rule-”

She stopped in front of an empty, six by eight-foot cell which told you that this would be your new home, “You can sit in solitary if you like,” She spoke coldly, “Your meals get brought to you and you don’t have to deal with the animals in here but there’s no time outside. It’s easy to lose track of the days and forget which voices are real and which ones are inside your head. If you prefer to go insane before you die then I’d recommend that route.”

There wasn’t much of a choice to make and you found your feet moving before your brain could register. You stepped inside the cell, setting down your things on the bottom bunk, “A girl like you is going to need to latch onto a group, pledge your allegiance, and do not let them question your loyalty. They live by a different code here and following it is life or death, do you understand?”

You slowly nodded as you listened and part of you was grateful that she wasn’t completely cold, “T-Thank you-”

She scoffed, “Such a precious little thing … I give you a week,” With that, she turned on her heel and you felt hopeless once again, “I’ll escort you to dinner-”

You shook your head, “I’m not hungry.” You were actually starving but you could not yet face the beast.

She only shrugged and pulled the door closed. The light above you flickered and you stared back down at your bunk. You were holding back your tears as you tried to make up your bed. Staring at the flimsy mattress material only made you more depressed so you decided just to lay down. Facing the wall, your tired eyes roamed over what was scribbled on the walls.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is evil.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is corrupt.

You hated that the words initially sent a wave of anger through you. You hated that you still felt loyal to that group of monsters. You were a low level worker with good standing and they had just sent you to die?

With your face tucked into your arm, you cried yourself to sleep.

The next day you had no choice but to face your fears. You couldn’t go any longer without food and, in a place like this, you needed to keep your energy up. Before the sun was even out, you heard the mechanical click of the cell door. Your favorite officer, Rumlow, made sure to stop by your cell during roll call.

“So you decided on general population,” He popped the gum he was chewing, looking you over, “I’m sad to hear it, I was gonna visit you every day in solitary but I guess we’ll get some alone time soon enough.”

You scowled at him and a shiver went through you as he continued pass your cell. You were now grateful that you had chosen general population.

That feeling didn’t last as inmates started moving from their cells down to breakfast. You stayed back, waiting to slip out of your cell when the crowd had passed. You lingered in the back of the line but no one seemed to notice you until you were in the kitchen line. The first reaction was a quiet murmur that went through the group of (mostly) men at the sight of you.

You didn’t quite match anyone's stature, not even the women. At least they looked like they could take care of themselves. You were sure that your face probably had dark circles and sunken in features. You looked down when you felt someone's eyes on you and you cringed at every word whispered about you.

“If I could just get my hands on her …”

“I wonder what a little girl like that could’ve done to get in here.”

“I’d be real gentle with her …” “I wouldn’t … I’d make her scream …”

“Move along,” Hela barked at the inmates in the line. You tried to tune them out as a staff member handed you your tray of food. A stale piece of toast, plastic-looking eggs, peaches, and what looked like could be oatmeal.

It was when you turned away that you felt a pinch on your bottom. You turned around quickly only to find yourself staring at a chest rather than a face. As you looked up, a man with long, dark black hair stared down at you, “Aren’t you adorable?”

“I said move along, inmates,” You looked towards Hela for some sort of help but didn’t receive any.

When you looked back again, the man had disappeared. You shook it off, figuring that was the least of what you were about to experience today. As you stepped out into the middle of the dome, you remembered the advice that Hela had managed to give you.

There were cliques formed at each circular, metal table and you looked each one over as you walked past them. Again, people stared and said vile things but you spotted a table where two women were sitting. They were much older than you but the look you got from them was not maternal in the least.

“Can I… sit here?” You knew the answer based on their thin-lipped scowls.

You weren’t like any of them … you were fragile. Besides that, you used to work for S.H.I.E.L.D. and the organization was responsible for locking half of these people away. You kept walking, eventually finding an empty table to sit at.

All you could think about now was eating. You picked at your tray with your plastic fork, and with each bite of the food you cringed. The toast was also completely rock hard, “It helps if you dip it in water,” Your head snapped up as you felt a shadow over you before someone took a seat beside you.

You weren’t expecting someone so young and you certainly weren’t expecting a friendly smile. You stared at the handsome man with your mouth agape. You hadn’t realized what he meant until you looked back down at the bread in your hands, “Oh … I doubt anything would make this edible-”

He ran his hand through his light brown hair, before reaching into the pocket of his jumpsuit. On the table in front of you, he placed a twinkie. The entire room seemed to go quiet for a moment and you realized that everyone was watching the two of you.

“I can’t accept this …”

“Of course you can, it’s no big deal,” His brown eyes pierced into yours as he shrugged, “I’m Peter.”

The sugary, process food was calling your name but you still weren’t sure what his deal was, “T-Thank you,” Not wanting to come off rude, you accepted it, unknowingly beginning to seal your fate, “I’m … I’m-”

“Y/N Y/LN,” He finished for you which left your eyes wide with shock, “You’re already famous. The guards like to gossip and it’s rare we get new inmates so people get curious.”

“Oh,” You shifted uncomfortably in your seat.

“Don’t worry, some people in here care about your charges, how you got here, but not me,” He tried to reassure you, a smile tugging at his lips, “S.H.I.E.L.D. screwed us all and I don’t think there’s a point in playing who’s the better bad guy.”

You looked around. Now that you knew that people knew your charges and your history, you were starting to feel unsettled. The only thing keeping you grounded was him reassuring you that he didn’t care, “How long-” Your voice came out in a whisper, “How long have you been here?”

Peter took a breath as he thought for a moment, “Few years. Now I kinda forget that I was a normal teenager when this all started.”

Years. And he was a teenager when they brought him here? Did they have no limits to their cruelty?

“God,” You breathed out, overwhelmed, “I don’t think I can … do this-”

Peter reached out, placing a calm hand on your arm, “Hey, hey, you have to survive here. Whether you were meant to be here or not, you have to live like this is your reality. Looking like you’re about to vomit is not a good look to everyone else. I saw Loki over there … he’s an asshole touching you like that but it’s because he’s already sniffed you out.”

You nodded, trying to stay calm, “But I don’t know how to look … to look less weak.”

“For one, you’re going to have to start eating more and building some muscle,” You could tell by his grip on your arm that he was quite strong, “And the next time someone disrespects you, you have to stand up for yourself. You also can’t just bark like a little chihuahua. Maybe you could pick someone out, someone that you could win in a fight against.”

As Peter started to scan the room, you immediately started shaking your hand, “I can’t just attack someone,” You whisper-shouted, your eyes wide with worry.

Peter chuckled, “Not with that attitude. Maybe you could go for Heather over there,” He eyed a woman who was practically elderly, “She has a cane so even you could probably overpower though I’ve seen here use the thing as a weapon a few times-”

“Peter,” You spoke sharply, “There has to be another way.”

Peter looked into your eyes and you lost hope for a moment until he seemed to perk up, “I have some friends, we kind of run together in this place, looking out for each other,” Peter explained and you listened intently, hoping for a means of survival that didn’t require attacking an old lady, “I could probably convince them to start looking out for you too. But it won’t be easy, we take loyalty very seriously here, and it wouldn’t be without a cost to you.”

“What sort of cost?”

Peter shrugged, “Could be lots of things. They serve plums on Friday and Bucky loves those so maybe you’d show your support to the group by giving him yours. Something like that,” You followed Peter’s finger as he pointed two men out, one with dark hair and the other with light. Both were built like bodybuilders, “Steve’s a respected leader here and maybe you could help run messages for him.”

You nodded, “T-That sounds fair,” You paused for a moment as the men eyed you, “And for the twinkie? What do you want?”

“Now you’re starting to get it,” Peter grinned, “Eat it and that means you accept our claim. You’re one of us.”

“Can’t I have time to think about it?”

Peter seemed to hesitate for the first time, “I’m sure you won’t get a better offer,” Your face fell, “But sure. I’d be quick about it though. Those big, doe eyes aren’t going to work on everybody.”

The dark-haired one was following you. Loki, Peter called him, hadn’t taken his eyes off you ever since you parted ways with Peter yesterday. He and his greek god, blonde friend were now walking behind you as you made your way through the halls. They were pushing mop buckets, evidently taking a break from their cleaning duty.

You had gotten lost trying to find the hospital wing and now you were paying the consequences.

“Little bird … caged and unprotected,” He taunted you and your heartbeat quickened as you tried to keep from looking back, “Not even the guards want to save her. Poor thing.”

“It seems she’s in need of protecting, brother.”

“Protecting? If I got my hands on her, the last thing I’d think of is being gentle-”

You turned into the first room you passed, expecting to find somewhere to hide but you only seemed to encounter more people. It was the TV room, a staticy old television airing a baseball game was hanging in the corner of the room, and a bunch of men were sitting at different tables.

They all turned their heads to you as you interrupted and you immediately recognized the two men from Peter’s loyal “group”. Bucky and Steve. Your heart was out of your chest at the point and you found yourself whispering a “sorry” before turning back towards the door. Loki and his brother, however, were waiting patiently.

Loki leaned in the doorway, eyeing you like you were fresh meat.

“Is this jackass bothering you, hon?” Your eyes wide with fear, you quickly realized that it wasn’t Loki taunting you. The dark-haired man’s, you remembered Peter calling him Bucky, voice boomed through the room.

You froze.

“Don’t you have toilets to scrub, Laufeyson?” The light hair man with a thick beard spoke, and by the look on his face you could tell he was a man of power. Not so much power-hungry but someone that demanded respect and often received it.

Loki scoffed, looking over you again, “As far as I know, this one is free territory.”

“Well, this room is my territory and guess where she happens to be standing,” Loki’s jaw clenched at Steve’s words.

“C’mere, hon,” Bucky spoke to you, signaling to cross the room. She hesitated but only for a moment as you realized your choices were Peter’s friends or letting Loki, have you. You crossed the room cautiously towards them, everyone now looking at you. You paused awkwardly in front of the table but a small yelp left your lip as Bucky grabbed you by the arm, spinning you into his lap.

“See,” Steve said as you uncomfortably tried your best not to squirm, “Don’t touch things that aren’t yours, Laufeyson.”

You felt a hand clench your thigh and cringed.

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

As soon as Loki stormed away, you stood up, brushing whatever wrinkles had formed in your jumpsuit. Amused, Bucky smiled at you, “You could at least thank us,” Bucky leaned forward and you tried not to scowl.

“Thank you,” You whispered.

“Good girl,” Bucky smirked.

“Lang, get Y/N a chair,” Steve ordered another man in the room. He was quick to obey the command and, even though you were in a new place, you felt you’d been transported into an entirely new planet.

“You don’t have to-”

“Sit,” Steve said as the chair was placed beside you, “You can leave when you give us an answer to the offer Peter mentioned yesterday.”

You had thought long and hard about Peter’s offer and decided last night that you wanted to reject it. It wasn’t until now that you realized your decision was a mistake. There was no telling when you’d be getting out of this place, Peter had been here for years, and it seemed you were already a target.

You’d even heard a rumor that the guards placed bets on how long you’d survive in here.

“Yes …” You nodded your head, “That’s my answer.”

Steve's lips pulled into a small grin as he eyed his friend across the table, “Good choice, doll.”

A week later and you were still alive and relatively untouched. Bucky was quite handsy but Peter reminded you that it was just protocol. Everyone had to know that you were a part of their group and that, if you were harmed, they’d have to deal with Steve and his minions.

Like Peter said, there were quite a few sacrifices you had to make. Your new job in the kitchen allowed you to provide the group with all the food they wanted and when you weren’t working, you were running errands for Steve. You got an idea of all the inmate leaders and how they functioned as a society.

Steve seemed to be at the very top and you realized the possible consequences of crossing someone like him. Still, you felt more pampered than like you were a part of some elaborate prison gang. Most of your wishes were theirs to grant.

They let you watch whatever you wanted in the TV room. Bucky always called you pet names that you were starting to grow fond of. Steve had some pull with the guards so Rumlow was never around to bother you anymore. Peter even found you a set of paints to occupy your time in your cell. As long as you followed them around like their cute little puppy, they were quite nice to you.

“C’mon, run a lap with me. You gotta build your strength,” Peter asked you, his face sweaty and shining under the baking sun. He was shirtless, the shirtsleeves of his uniform wrapped around his waist, and his magnificent physique was on display just like Steve and Bucky’s. During rec time in the courtyard, you’d become accustomed to standing by the fence and watching them lift weights.

“I’m good, thanks,” You smiled awkwardly, “I get tired just from watching you guys.”

“Peter’s right,” Steve let out a breath as he dropped his hundred-pound dumbbell.

“I just …” Your voice trailed off as Steve eyed you with his strong gaze. You knew that what he said goes but you were growing nervous, “I don’t want to get sweaty.”

“You’re serious?” Bucky chimed in, a curious look on his face.

“Is that like a girl thing I don’t know about?” Peter flashed you an amused look and your cheeks began to heat with embarrassment.

“Y/N?” Steve could see that you were hiding something.

You crossed your arms, sighing, “I just don’t want to have to shower, okay?”

“You haven’t showered since you’ve been here?” Peter asked incredulously.

“I have!” You quickly defended yourself, “I mean, I’ve just been using the sink in my cell.”

“I see what this is about,” Bucky had a knowing look on his face, “Dollface is scared of the communal showers.”

Peter’s mouth formed the shape of an “o” as he realized what was going on. You still felt so embarrassed. It was yet another thing that made you seem totally defenseless.

“Is that true?” Steve asked and you were beginning to feel overwhelmed by their concerned gazes, “Why didn’t you tell us? Next time, one of us will keep watch for you. No one’s gonna bother you.”

Maybe it was the isolation or the fact that your life would never be the same again. Maybe it was the fact that you’d never see your family again or that you cried yourself to sleep every night. That might be the reason you felt that they genuinely cared for you and why you wanted to fully embrace the comfort that they were providing.

Maybe that was why you wanted to belong to them.

For the first time, you were reminded of your old life. You weren’t sure how long you’d lost yourself under the water, letting time get away from you, as the warm water cascaded along your skin. The showers had a sorry excuse for water pressure and, despite the creepiness of the beige tiles and flickering light above, when you closed your eyes you were in paradise.

“All clean, beautiful?” Bucky’s voice brought you out of your trance. Suddenly you were back in the square room with showerheads lining each wall. You wiped the water from your eyes before turning off the water.

“Y-Yes, I’m almost done!” You shouted back, grabbing your towel from off the hook. You pressed it to your face, drying your skin. You were quite grateful that they’d taken the extra steps to make you feel protected, “Bucky-”

As you turned around, that feeling of gratitude quickly turned to something resembling fear. He was supposed to wait for you outside the bathroom and yet, there he was, only three feet away from you.

“What are you-”

He looked over you hungrily and you pressed your towel closer to your body, “You have no idea how long it's been since I’ve been with a beautiful woman like you … Steve too. And Peter, he’s just learning the ropes.”

You took a step back, towards the wall, and as you did you caught a glimpse behind Bucky’s towering figure. Both Steve and Peter were here, stalking closer.

“You said you’d protect me…” Your voice cracked, your hands beginning to shake.

“We will,” Steve spoke, determined, “No one else but us will touch you.”

“Nothing in here is without a cost, Y/N,” Peter seemed a bit solemn like his current life was not what he wanted it to be but he was just as hungry, if not more, as Bucky.

Bucky grabbed you then, his eyes impatient, and you wrestled for your towel for only a moment before he easily snatched it away from you. A helpless squeal left your mouth as he grabbed you by the arm with one hand and placed his other hand between your legs. He grabbed your thigh tightly and as his hand moved further up, you found yourself paralyzed.

“Good girl. You’re going to take all of us,” Bucky spoke quietly, shushing you, his grip growing tighter and tighter. Before you knew it, all three of them were surrounding you, their curious hands wandering over your wet skin. Grabbing your breast, your thighs, turning your face to bite at your neck.

“Get on your knees,” Steve grunted against your ear, growing impatient like his friend.

When you didn’t move, Peter was the one to push you down onto the cold floor. You hiccuped, trying not to hyperventilate as they overwhelmed you from each side. As they all started to pull down their clothes, you made one final attempt at trying to crawl away.

Steve grabbed you by your throat, making your efforts futile, pushing your face towards his crotch. You felt it, hard and throbbing against your cheek, “Open up, don’t make this hard, doll,” Through the corner of your eye, you saw Bucky stroking his own length, waiting patiently for his turn.

Steve grabbed you by your hair next, pressing your closed lips against his tip. He forced himself in your mouth, “There you go,” Steve grunted, pushing himself deeper, “Move that tongue around.”

Steve Rogers could make your life a living hell in the Cage. Was this really the price you had to pay in order to survive here? You couldn’t imagine it being any worse than this but Steve could make that possible. That’s why you started to swirl your tongue like he said, deciding that their orgasms would end your pain.

Bucky was much rougher than Steve, pinching your nose closed and enjoying watching your eyes widen and water. He practically touched the back of your throat and still commanded you to stroke Peter and Steve’s cocks with your hands while you took him in your mouth. Somehow, you managed.

Peter was much more gentle and you were grateful for that. His hands rested softly on the back of your head, guiding your mouth slowly up and down his length, “God, this is awesome,” He cursed, his head tilting back as he enjoyed the stimulation. When he finally finished, his warmth filled your mouth and before you could spit or catch your breath, Bucky grabbed you again.

He came so far down your throat that you were forced to swallow it but, unlike him, Steve took his time, “This little mouth. Is ours. Every single hole. Is ours. No one else, do you understand?” With each sentence, he thrust hard until he filled your mouth. You leaned over, coughing as you felt the stinging of your sore throat.

You were about to collapse onto the dirty cold floor when gentle arms lifted you up into a broad chest. You found yourself not fighting, only pressing your face into Bucky’s chest as you began to sob.

Steve didn’t have to say anything more. You understand your new position and there wasn’t anyone else there to save you from that fate.

That night you learned there was a change to your cell assignment. You’d sleep in Steve’s arms, a little bird that was safe and protected in it’s cage.

hope you enjoyed!! i’m posting this instead of sleeping because I have class in this morning :)

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Botanical Interest - For Luck

Soft!Mob!Steve Rogers x Florist!Reader

Summary: Steve introduces you to some of the most important people in his life, but are you ready for all that comes with it?

W/C: 4,743

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, angst, gambling

A/N: When I saw @redhead-wine-and-literature-club was doing a floral based challenge I couldn't pass up the opportunity to add to this series! April 28th - Cornflower - good-luck charm. Even though this is part of a series of oneshots it can be read as a standalone! If you like it please like/reblog/comment and check out my other fics! Cheers!

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The sunlight through the windows warms your skin while the breeze of the small fan on the counter gives you goosebumps. Dog days of Summer slowly set in over the city and with them came a slight dip in business. No one wants a rooftop wedding when it’s 100 degrees out and the drinks are watered down with sweat. You didn’t mind though, it let you put in a little extra time and care to the orders you did have.

You picked up a stem of cornflower and nestled it between snapdragons and lisianthus. It was so dreamy you couldn’t help but sigh, you almost wished it was for yourself. It was for an elopement, an eager young couple came in this morning all smiles asking if you could take the last minute order. Feeling a little sappy from your own relationship you couldn’t turn them down.

You started in on the boutonniere when the music you had on was paused. Curious, you looked at your phone to find you had an incoming call. You balanced the phone in between your shoulder and ear as you gathered supplies.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Doll. How are you?” Steve’s warm voice greeted you.

You smiled into the receiver. “I’m good, just working on the last order of the day. What are you up to?”

“Well actually that’s what I called to ask you. You free tonight?”

“You can meet me at the shop in an hour. Sound good?” You promised.

“Sounds like a plan. I love you, doll, I’ll see you soon.”

After returning his affections you hung up and set to work, excited to be finished and see Steve. Despite his involvement with the mob, which neither of you had really addressed head-on yet, things were going really well. Even though he was involved with murky dealings he was sweet to you and you were in love with him. You tried to plan your night with Steve in your head as you worked.

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The ringing of a bell roused you from your work, expecting to see the young couple here to pick up their flowers. You were instead face to face with Steve’s handsome smirk and playful eyes. Your smile grew wider as he approached the counter. You held the boutonniere up to the lapel of his jacket and eyed it from a distance.

“Do I have a hot date I didn’t know about?” He joked.

“No!” You giggled, “The flowers are for a couple that came in the shop this morning, they’re going to elope and the groom’s got your complexion, thought I’d see how this looks on you before I finish”

“Oh? And how do I look as a groom?” He questioned.

Your cheeks heated instantly and you felt shy. You managed to squeak out that he looked nice before you had to turn away to box up the flowers. You couldn’t help the stupid smile on your face. You and Steve never talked about marriage before but things were getting serious between you. Maybe he just felt extra cheeky today.

“I like the blue, very colorful”

“They’re cornflowers, they’re a good luck charm! I figured they were fitting for their little wedding. So what did you have in mind for tonight? It’s too hot to sit on the patio but I’ve got a pint of ice cream with our names on it in the freezer at home” You raised your eyebrows in offer.

“Well actually, I was hoping you could be my good luck charm tonight. Bucky’s got a few of us getting together tonight for poker and you’ve yet to meet my friends. What do you say?”

Oh. You weren’t sure what to say. You hadn’t met his friends yet because you were uncomfortable with his mob work and you knew they were involved. But you also knew they were his friends and they were important to him. It’s not like you could avoid them forever. Poker with a mob boss? Sure why not?

You put on a slightly uneasy smile and nodded.

“Well I have to tell you, I haven’t played in forever but I would love to meet your friends” You told him.

“I promise, no shop talk. But I’ve been telling them about you. Buck’s wife Natasha has been dying to meet you. I also promise not to make you play poker.” He said with an easy grin.

“Alright, I just have to wait on this couple to pick up their flowers and close up. Shouldn’t be more than 20 minutes. You can wait here if you want but I’ve got no A/C”

Steve nodded and took off his jacket. He rolled up his sleeves and loosened his tie.

“For you? I’ll sweat it out.” He said.

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After a quick pit stop at your place to change you were on your way. You smiled in the passenger’s seat, still reeling from the look on the young bride’s face when she saw her bouquet. That was undoubtedly the best part of your job, seeing the joy on your customer’s faces when they saw their arrangements. Maybe this feeling could carry you through the night.

The tires of Steve’s Audi crunched under the gravel of the long driveway up to Bucky’s estate. Steve told you he had a townhouse in Brooklyn but for the most part they stayed at their estate outside of the city. You looked up at the facade of the house and admired the ivy that clung to the bricks.

Parking the car Steve got out and quickly made his way to your side to let you out. Just one of the many old-fashioned quirks that he had. You accepted his hand as he helped you out of the car and leaned up to kiss his cheek. His hand traveled down to rub your back reassuringly. You looked up at him.

“Don’t worry, they’ll love you. Natasha can be intense but she means well. Just be yourself and they’ll love you just as much as I do.” He kissed your hair to soothe you and lead you towards the door.

Steve nodded at the man at the door. “Scott. Nice to see you, this is my girlfriend”

You smiled and gave him your name. “It’s nice to meet you, Scott”.

He smiled and greeted you in kind, lifting his hand to shake yours. When he did his jacket rode up and you could see the holster and butt of his gun. You ignored it and shook his hand.

Scott opened the door for you and you entered the house. Mansion, might be a better word honestly. Marble floors, oak woodwork, all the look of any house you’d find in the area and all in line with how you’d think a rich mob boss might live. The foyer was empty but you could hear voices in the distance.

Steve waltzed through the halls like he lived here, when he was at work he probably practically did. The space was teeming with energy as they bantered on with trash talk and promises of beating one another. Men sat at a round table drinking, waiting to deal cards and women standing around sipping on wine.

One man looked familiar from the pictures you’d seen around Steve’s place. His sharp jaw and long dark hair drew your attention instantly; Bucky Barnes, King of Brooklyn. His brows were pinched together in a scowl but he had a playful grin on his face. You steeled yourself the best you could and prepared for your introduction. Just think of him as Steve’s childhood best friend.

“Steve! ‘Bout time you showed up you bastard!” an accented voice belonging to a tall blond man with long hair called. He clapped a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “And are you the enchantress that our dear friend goes on and on about? Now that I’m meeting you I can see why!”

Steve let out an embarrassed laugh and motioned towards his friend. “This is Thor, don’t let the muscle fool you, he’s a total teddy bear”

You gave him your name and extended your hand when he brought you in for a bone-crushing hug. You let out a laugh and hugged him back, grateful for something to ease the tension you felt.

“How’s that for a warm welcome, huh?” A voice sounded from behind you.

Thor released you from your hug and you took a desperately needed breath. He patted you on the shoulder.

“Wanted to make our dear Steven’s girl feel at home, that’s all” Thor explained. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I look forward to beating your boyfriend at poker.” You laughed at that and turned to face the man who spoke earlier.

That man was none other than Bucky, who reached out for your hand. You gave it to him and he instead lifted it to give a gentle kiss.

“I can’t believe I’m meeting the one and only. Stevie here won’t shut up about you sometimes. I’m Bucky but I’m sure you already knew that.”

“I’ve heard about you too, it’s nice to finally meet.” You nodded as you took your hand back.

“I’m afraid I need to steal your man, we’ve been waiting on him to start the game but tell you what, why don’t you go find my wife Natasha, I know she’s been dying to meet you.”

Great, not at all intimidating. Okay fine just smile and breathe. Maybe get a drink. You smiled at Bucky. “The redhead, right?” He nodded and sent you on your way. One last look at Steve you shot him a worried look but he only winked at you.

You looked around the room and shrunk in on yourself a bit. You were never the best with social outings or being in new environments. You looked around again and found the very redhead you had been in search of smirking at you from the corner. She was dressed in a sleek black dress and looked effortlessly beautiful but also like she could strangle a man with her bare hands. You steeled yourself with a smile you��re sure she saw straight through.

“So you’re the one responsible for the flowers at my wedding?” You nodded Pleasesayyoulikedthempleasesayyoulikedthem “I loved them! The wedding planner recommended you and I’m so glad she did. It’s so hard to find a good color pallet but you nailed it. Come on, you need a drink then I’ll introduce you to the girls”

She ushered you towards the kitchen where she took the waiting wine glass from the counter and handed it to you. You didn’t like red but you’d drink it anyways. You brought the glass to your lips and took a sip.

You two talked for a bit in the kitchen, maybe she wasn’t as scary as she seemed. You tipped the stem of your glass until there was nothing left. Before you could ask for different wine she was topping you off from the same bottle. Another round of apprehensive sips and hidden grimaces but you thanked her regardless. It was now your goal to find the sociable sweet spot of drunkenness. You could feel blood rushing to your cheeks from the alcohol as tipsiness settled in.

Natasha raised an eyebrow and considered you for a moment.

“So how are you handling the whole organized crime thing? Gotta say, I didn’t peg you as his type but you guys are cute.”

You stopped yourself from spitting the wine in your mouth back into the glass.

“Um, thanks, I guess” You sputtered, “we uh, try to keep things separate. Figure it’s best for both of us.”

Natasha nodded, taking another drink herself.

“That’s probably best but I mean, how long can you keep that up, really?” She asked

You hated to admit it but she had a point. It’s not like the thought hadn’t crossed your mind. You opened your mouth to answer her when a man walked into the room and called your name. You looked expectantly (and slightly gratefully) towards him.

“I believe your man has requested your presence at the table. Somethin’ about needing a cornflower? I don’t know he said you’d get it. What are you two gossipin’ about in here anyways?” He questioned.

Natasha spoke before you could “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, Sam. We’re right behind you.” Sam nodded and retreated back to the doorway to wait for you.

Natasha touched your shoulder and you looked to her.

“Look, I didn’t mean to come off so brash, I guess I’m just trying to say, I know that being involved in this life isn’t easy. We’ll swap numbers later. Maybe we’ll go to lunch” She winked at you. You couldn’t tell if she was being serious or not but you nodded anyways.

“I-Thank you, I think I’d like that. I’d better go find Steve though” you excused yourself and made your way back to the table.

____

Steve Rogers was having a good night. He finally got to introduce his friends to his girl, she seemed to be relaxing a bit and having a better time, and he was well on his way to getting a straight flush this hand. The only thing that would seal the deal is his good luck charm by his side.

Steve called to Sam across the room and as soon as Sam walked over and bent Steve spoke.

“Sam, could you do me a solid and find my girl? Think she went to get a drink with Nat. Tell her I need cornflowers”

“Man if this is some weird sex thing I’m gonna be mad” Sam said with a mixture of confusion and disgust.

“Oh, please. Nothin’ like that, promise. She’ll know what it means.” Steve pat his friend on the shoulder and paid attention as Thor dealt cards.

A minute later his girl was walking through the door with an uneasy smile on her face. Something is wrong but he can’t gauge how serious it is. Sam says something to make her laugh and he settles on asking her later. Natasha saunters out behind them looking almost amused but cautious. Like she was regretting something. She’d probably just tried to give his girl the third degree when Sam interrupted them. It’s for the best, that’s too much for one night.

His girl smiles as she approaches him, looking slightly more at ease when she takes another sip of her wine. Her smile was a little looser and she moved a bit more freely, definitely tipsy and completely adorable with that grin on her lips.

“How are things going over here for you boys?”

Gauging how tipsy she was, he patted his knee in offering and she took it with a shy smile. Only slightly. But enough not to worry so much.

“Well, sweetheart, I’m about to kick all their asses and I figured I could use a good luck charm to seal the deal.” He boasted.

“Oh,” she said in realization, “Then I’m all yours”. She settled into his lap and watched on.

Her face was nothing short of endearing as she tried to concentrate and take in the game. He remembered she said she hadn’t been good at poker but it was sweet she was trying to pay attention anyways and be there for him.

“What’s the pot?” She asked.

“Nothin’ serious, there’s a pretty nice box of cigars and a weekend at Buck’s place in the Hamptons in the mix but we don’t do cash at get togethers like this, that’s for boy’s nights only.” He explained as he rubbed her back with his free hand. “Tonight’s just about fun”

She nodded as she studied the table some more before resigning to laying her head against his and listening to whatever bullshit Clint was on about. Steve was focused on getting others at the table to fold, he knew he had a good hand and a good chance of winning, he just needed the others to back down to bring it home.

Thor placed the final community card face up and Steve set out a low whistle. Others at the table looked a little miffed but he just knew he was taking it all. He set down his cards to a chorus of groans as he raked all the chips towards himself. You placed a kiss to his temple and he returned one to your cheek.

“Just the good luck I needed” he said loud enough for the table to hear.

“Hey Steve you gotta come see this!”

Steve tsked in annoyance. “Can it wait? I’m up and we were gonna keep playing. I’ll be there after”

“No, you should go. Let her play a hand for you, we can get to know each other better” Bucky suggested.

“Oh, I don’t think you want me playing poker.” She laughed but nervousness was the only emotion he could see on your face. He opened his mouth to protest but was cut off.

“She’ll be fine, we’ll go easy on her, I mean it. If it makes you feel better we’ll even hold the pot. This round is just for shits.” Bucky insisted.

Caught between wanting to ask how you felt about it and not wanting to get flak about being so sensitive Steve tilted his head in silent asking at you.

You gave him the same unsure smile you’d had all night and nodded up at him. “I’ll be fine, Stevie, promise.”

He gave her a reassuring smile and then turned his eye to Bucky who was all smiles. He knew exactly what Bucky was trying to do. Buck knows she doesn’t know anything but he’s gonna turn the screws on her just like he does with anyone new at the table. Steve gave him a stern expression in warning. Don’t scare her off.

____

You could hear your heart beating in your ears as you tried to decide what to do. Take it slow. You told yourself. You looked up to find all the eyes at the table on you and did your best to calm yourself.

“So who’s dealing?” A man you hadn’t previously met swiped the cards and began shuffling.

“Look, I know we said we’d put the pot on hold but Laura’s been bugging me about a vacation and I don’t know that I can pass up this opportunity to steal from Steve so easily, so” The man you’d come to know as Clint trailed off. You did your best not to be offended.

“Shut up, Barton. I promised Steve, we just wanna have a little fun, don’t we?” Bucky asked.

Is he asking me?

You decided to take a sip of your wine instead and he chuckled.

“So,” Bucky turned to you, “I know that you know about what we do, there’s no point in denying it. The question is are you going to be a problem for us or do you know how to keep things to yourself?”

Frozen in fear you could only manage to look at the rest of the table, hoping to find that this was all a joke. Instead, every face looking to you was stony and waiting on an answer. God, this man was made for Natasha, that much is clear. Your eyes darted around the room looking for an out. Where is Steve? Where the fuck is Steve?

You don’t find him, but you do find Natasha looking at you, she smiles and looks to her husband before she shakes her head. She makes her way over to her husband and lightly smacks him in the back of the head.

The look of surprise on his face ruins his silent and aggressive front as he winces in pain. He looks in slight annoyance at his wife as she tsks at him.

“Will you stop already? She’s a smart girl and you don’t need to go scaring her off. In fact, I hope she beats you. I wouldn’t be surprised if she did.” Natasha sounded so confident. You warmed to the fact that she was in your corner when you were practically a stranger in her home.

“Aw c’mon, Babe, I was only messin’ with her.” Bucky turned to Nat and she just challenged him with a smile.

You didn’t know why Natasha has suddenly become so supportive, maybe she felt bad about earlier but you were grateful to her. She pulled up a chair between the two of you to watch and motioned to the dealer to continue. You finished your second glass and prepared yourself for the night ahead. Any chance they had of you going easy on them went out the window.

____

You lost the first hand graciously, saying you hadn’t played poker since you were in college as an excuse for your loss. But when Steve was still busy and Bucky offered another round you accepted. You decided to put your full effort in this time.

Twenty minutes later everyone at the table was feeling confident in their hands, staring at each other like some sort of Mexican standoff, willing the others to fold. You could tell by the way Clint kept scratching the cut on his chin that he was screwed and he knew it. Thor couldn’t go more than 5 seconds without nervous laughing.

But Bucky? He was a tough read but about half way through the round his leg started bouncing. You knew this because he was bumping into Natasha, who’s wine was sloshing around in the glass despite her stillness. These clods didn’t stand a chance.

The dealer, Vision, you’d learned, called for everyone to show their cards. Here goes. One by one everyone set their cards down until finally it was your turn. You set them down but focused on your opponents faces. Everyone looked confused, shocked even. You had laid down a royal flush and handily smoked them all.

“Holy shit”

“Holy shit indeed”

“Told you so” Nat teased.

You smiled at all of them and drank from your newly topped off glass of wine - white this time. A warm pair of hands rested on your shoulders and you looked up to find Steve smiling down at you.

“What’s going on over here, gentlemen?”

“Well, Steve, I think your girl is hustlin’ us. Thought you said you hadn’t played since college?” Bucky turned to you. You couldn’t gauge how angry he was but you decided to be honest.

“I haven’t,” you began, “But when I did I was pretty damn good. You just assumed I didn’t know what I was doing.” You shrugged.

The room was tense, it felt like everyone was looking to Bucky to see what to do next. He broke out into a wide smile and a low chuckle turned into hearty laugh. Everyone visibly relaxed.

“I gotta say, Steve. She isn’t what I expected, but she’s sure somethin’”

“A girl after my own heart” Natasha added.

Steve bent down to kiss your head. You stood from the table and offered him your seat. Nat put a hand on your shoulder.

“Steve I’m going to steal her again, the girls will probably want to hear all about your little cardshark.”

____

He had to admit, he was completely blown away by your little stunt at the table. He thought back to earlier when you watched him play. You weren’t trying to desperately understand the game, you were studying your opponents. He couldn’t deny it was kinda hot. You were full of surprises.

He smiled thinking that you were no different than the day you met, timid but aggressive when you need to be. That’s my girl.

The rest of the night came and went without incident, Steve didn’t end up taking home the pot but he did have a conversation with Bucky.

“She and I don’t talk about work. She knows that what we do isn’t exactly reputable but let’s face it, anyone in Brooklyn would. She doesn’t know and she doesn’t want to.”

Bucky took a long drag from his glass of bourbon and nodded.

“But if she ever did I hope she’s smart enough to know she has to keep what she knows to herself. We can’t afford any slip ups.”

Steve’s fists clenched and he controlled his anger enough not to snap at Bucky. He was his best friend but Bucky was still the boss and Steve knew how much was at stake.

“Not that it’s any of my business but you love this girl, right?” Steve swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Then how the hell are you gonna manage that? Keepin’ your two worlds separate? I mean, you just gonna walk her down the aisle and live happily forever keeping half your life from her? I need to know that if push came to shove she wouldn’t sell us out. Things are fine for now but you know that you’re either in or you’re out. I care about you, Steve, you’re my best friend but you need to see straight.”

Steve looked away, his jaw clenched as he ground his teeth. He knew Bucky was right. He loved you but he owed his life to Bucky, he was his brother. But he loved you. They were careful in their work and he knew any feds that tried to come after them wouldn’t find a thing. He could put this issue into a box and seal the lid tightly, at least for a while.

“I know you’re right. I love her and she’s a good woman. She wouldn’t say anything because she doesn’t know anything. And she never will.”

He left Bucky to stand on his own in search of you. He found you laughing with Laura, Wanda and Nat. He smiled at how welcomed you seemed to feel despite the rocky start.

“You ready to go, doll?”

You turned around and smiled at him. You looked back at the girls and then reluctantly back to him but nodded.

“Guess we’d better go, I’ve got to get down to the flower market at open tomorrow morning”

____

After a very long round of goodbyes you swapped numbers with Nat with promises of future lunch plans. The night had turned out worlds better than you thought that it would. You served a bunch of men their own egos on a silver platter and didn’t get murdered for it and you even made friends.

Still though Nat’s words echoed in your mind ‘how long can you keep that up, really?’ Little did you know but the same thoughts troubled Steve. You knew eventually you would have to make a choice if you ever wanted to get more serious than you were with each other, you just didn’t know what choice you’d make.

The ride home was quiet but not tense. He held your hand a little tighter than usual but you thought maybe he was just excited you had gotten on so well with your friends. He pulled up to your building and put the car in park.

“So do you think they liked me? I mean, other than hustling them at poker I’d say I made a pretty good impression”

Steve chuckled, “Yeah, doll. Gotta say, the whole cardshark thing? Kinda hot, didn’t know you had that in you, you little fiend.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and grinned at him. “I wasn’t gonna but Clint started talking shit.”

“Then he deserved his ass kicked” Steve joked. “I’d come up but I know you’ve got an early morning. Thank you for coming and meeting everyone tonight, I know that you want to keep things separate but these people are family to me, it means a lot that you met them”

You nodded and smiled. You told yourself you didn’t need to make the choice between getting involved with his work and keeping it apart from the other aspects of your life but it seems that by meeting them you had already made one.

Maybe you could talk more to Nat about this, she’d know what your situation is like more than anyone. For now though you decided to focus on the present reality, you had a good night and you had fun and now you’re about to kiss the man you love.

“Of course” you whispered. You kissed him slowly, trying to put off the sleepless night you were surely about to have.

“Goodnight, sweetheart. I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you”

“I love you too, Stevie”

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a helping hand [henry cavill] - part 2

A/n: I’m sorry it took me so long. I don’t like how this part turned out, at all, but I rewrote it 3 times and I can’t even think about these scenes anymore without getting annoyed. I’m just happy it’s finished and that I can start working on part 3 (that is, if you like this one enough to want to keep reading lol)

Summary: After you post on onlyfans a video starring another man, Henry decides to take matters into his own hands. (cameo: Steve Rogers) KINKY 4k

Warnings: spanking, daddy kink, dirty talk, mentions of smut and masturbation (male), humiliation/degradation kink, groping, mentions of porn and filming pornographic material, stalker-ish/obsessed Henry. (also tumblr crashed when I first tried to upload this so maybe that a sign this sucks)

You can read part 1 here!

The sight brought down a storm upon Henry's mind. He stood there, mouth agape, watching the screen, unable to believe his eyes. It was one thing to post videos of yourself on the Internet, but to have someone else take part in them was too much. At least for Henry. Still smart and composed, he realised there wasn't anything he could do about it, but nevertheless, he was determined to not let this shit slide for much longer.

As much as he wanted to hunt down that man who dared put his hands on you, Henry gathered himself, took a deep breath and closed the onlyfans page. He was perfectly aware that just the right amount of you could get him to lose his sense of control and do things he'd later regret. Still, in desperate need to see you, he grabbed his phone, eyes scheming over your socials, only to see that the last time you had been active was 7 minutes ago. So, without much consideration, he started typing.

"You up?"

"Yep. Finishing up an essay. Coffee in 30??"

Oh, and how deeply that hurt him. "Of course" he sent you, and then checked again the post you made at 3am. '...I'll go to sleep right now, edit it for you when I wake up...'

You were lying? Why were you lying to him? It drove him insane. Henry felt like he couldn't sit down anymore, like he had no chance to catch his breath. He couldn't think straight, so he wasn't really to blame for what he did next.

Henry's fingers flew over the keyboard, accessing Facebook and logging into your account, desperate to see whether he could find out who the man in your video was. And it was as easy as it could've been, considering your last 5 conversations were with the girl friends he already knew about. But somewhere among them, he spotted an unfamiliar name - Steve R., and instantly clicked and opened the conversation. His blood started to boil when the multitude of emojis you sent reached his eyes, but he scrolled up, until he found the beginning of yesterday's conversation.

It was started by you, and with a request. You were blunt and went straight for it, asking him with just one message to be in the video with you. There was no trace of your relationship with him on the Internet, so Henry had no idea regarding the nature of yours and Steve's connection. Judging by the way you addressed him, he could easily assume the man was nothing more than a fuck buddy. Even though it angered him, Henry kept his calm and decided to go about this with care. It would only be a matter of time until he removed Steve from your life. But for now, he just had to keep digging for information.

Steve R.: "Exactly what do you need me to do, baby? Spank you? In front of the camera? Are you serious?"

"Yes, Steve. Come on!! I know we haven't seen each other in a while, but still... 😇 when it comes to these things, you know me better than anyone"

Henry scoffed. Who the fuck was this guy?

Steve R.: "I know, baby"

Steve R.: "What's in it for me?"

Smoke came out of Henry's ears, and the fact that you acted so sweet and innocent made him want to smash his keyboard.

"Whatever you want! Just do this for me!!! Please!!!! 🥺😊😋"

Steve R.: "Ofc I'll do it, sweetheart. I got you"

"Thank you thank you thank you 😘"

Steve R.: "I should be the one to thank you"

Steve R.: "Send me the location and I'll be over there asap"

After that, your address followed and then that was it. Determined to dig deeper, Henry started to scroll up again, wanting to find out as much as he could about this mysterious man. He didn't get a chance to lurk too much before this computer alerted him of a notification, the onlyfans tab glowing orange. His attention was instantly won, smiling devilishly as he checked the content.

Posted 30 seconds ago, was the new video. Ready to kick back and enjoy, Henry pressed the play button, ready to go at it with an open mind.

He reluctantly accepted the fact that there was another man in it with you, but he decided to enjoy it nevertheless. The video started, displaying Steve seated on the couch, thighs suggestively parted. He had a pair of black dress pants on, dangerously stretched over his massive thighs. A white, elegant shirt hugged his visibly sculpted torso, the top two buttons undone to show just a hint of chest hair. Quite a sight, but all Henry saw was trash. With his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a silver watch on his wrist and a pinky ring on, Steve patted his thigh, cueing your entrance.

When Henry saw you, he felt his breath reach a new, sudden level of difficulty. With the shortest of skirts barely managing to cover your ass and a mostly see-through shirt on your top half, you made your way to him in such an angelic way that Henry couldn't believe his eyes.

You looked like happiness personified, and it came in such a painful contraction to what you were about to do, that it twisted Henry's mind in such a perverse way, his cock nearly twitched just by seeing you.

When you were about to bend over Steve's thigh, he grabbed your chin and stopped you mid action, his lips slamming against your as his free hand lewdly caressed your ass. He flung the skirt over your hips, your flimsy underwear on full display.

Attentive to the events unfolding on the screen, Henry found his cock, teasingly rubbing it over the material of his pajama pants. His mouth watered when he felt the sensibility in his tip, actually believing this would be easier than he initially anticipated.

"Are you going to be Daddy's good little girl, or do I have to make this fucking hurt?" Steve asked and Henry almost threw up.

"Yes, Daddy. I'll be good" you mewled, wiggling your feet.

"Let's see" the man menacingly chuckled, releasing a sharp slap against your ass that made you yelp out in pain.

At this point, about 30 seconds in that was, Henry was already losing his mind. It was as if you took a trip inside his dreams and decided to play out his fantasies. The only problem was that you did it with another man. It was next to impossible for him to keep this going.

"Can you count?" Steve taunted, his hand traveling all over the back of your thighs, your exposed ass and between your legs.

"Yes, Daddy" you eagerly nodded and Henry almost threw up.

"I wouldn't be surprised if a dumb slut like you didn't know how to" Steve chuckled, "But it's ok, that's how we like our girls. Dumb and pretty"

"Thank you, Daddy"

Henry couldn't believe his eyes. He refused to accept the fact that a random man got to play with your innocence like that. You were his sweet little girl. And if until now he pushed through heroically, when literal yelps of pain started erupting from your lips as the blonde man slapped your ass hard enough to rock your whole frame, Henry's blood ran cold.

But no matter how hard the jealousy had hit him, the video was still pushing his limits of self control. It was still what he always wanted to see. When he reached inside his pants and grabbed his cock, a low grunt of early satisfaction left his lips. He once again found himself picturing you, willing to please him, but this time, he didn't get to go too far. The buzzing sound of his doorbell rang through his apartment, and he never stood up faster.

Cock still hard and completely visible through his pants, Henry slapped the pause button and minimized the browser, before springing to his feet and rushing to the door.

"Henry!" you exclaimed as soon as he came into view. He looked somehow tired, but it was easy to tell there was something else bothering him. "You didn't answer your phone" you pouted.

"Yeah, sorry" he shook his head, a few sweaty curls falling against his forehead. "I was busy with something. What's up?"

You raised your eyebrows and pointed to the door of your apartment, "You said you'd come over? Coffee? Remember?"

"Oh, shit, yeah" Henry cringed, rubbing his forehead. "I'll be over in 10 minutes, that ok?"

"Sure" you beamed, completely oblivious to the way he just tried to get rid of you. With utter nonchalance, you pushed your way past him and strolled into the kitchen.

"You wanna wait here?" he muttered.

"Yeah... Is that a problem? I can leave..."

"No, no" Henry eventually sighed and rushed over to you. He cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead. "Wait here, I'll be right back"

And that was what you did. You silently sat down, grabbing a bag of chips you found laying around, and settled to wait. And maybe, a few seconds passed where nothing devious came to mind, but as time ticket itself away, boredom got to you. First you stood up, and padded to the hallway, looking around. There was almost nothing new over there, but it still felt so homey you absolutely loved to inspect every detail. The TV in the living room was turned off, a couple of pizza boxes on the floor and his DVD cases laying around - absolutely nothing interesting.

You sighed and plopped down on his couch, folding your legs under your body, ready to flip through the channels on TV until he'd decide to join you. Nothing seemed of interest, being bombarded with news and fishing programs. "Old man" you thought to yourself, before opening up the menu in search for something less depressing. A wave of nostalgia hit you when you came across a Spiderman marathon, and you were done for. Maybe one full episode passed until Henry walked out of the bathroom, but you were nowhere near ready to leave.

"Look what's playing!" you beamed, pointing to the screen. Henry raised his eyebrows in amusement, his shoulders shaking as he softly laughed at your unusual choice of entertainment.

"Are you serious? Cartoons?"

"Yes!" you scoffed, extending your arms and gesturing for him to join you. Although reluctant at first, Henry agreed to sit and watch the show with you, but not before brewing some coffee first.

When he returned from the kitchen, two steaming mugs in tow, you shuffled to the side and welcomed him on the couch. He brought you close against him, draping his arm around your body. With your head resting on his shoulder, you sipped your coffee, eyes glued to the TV. "You seriously never watched these as teen? You were 11 when it came out."

"I did" Henry laughed, rubbing his hand up and down your side, "I was in love with Felicia Hardy"

"MJ was so much better!" you shook your head disappointed, "You have no taste"

"No need for that" Henry threatened, his fingers exploring their way down your body. The way he trailed his hand across your hips and thighs made you squirm, smiling to yourself as you shuffled closer to him.

Henry was more than happy to reciprocate, kissing your forehead and squeezing you tighter.

And just like that, you didn't care about Spiderman anymore. You flung your leg over Henry's lap, all but crawling on top of him. The episode was still playing in the background, but none of you was paying attention anymore. Henry wrapped his muscular arms around your frame, eliciting a soft moan from your lips as you pushed your hips down against his thigh. His hands traveled lower, exploring your body with delicate but greedy strokes.

As you let yourself get carried away with absolutely no worry in mind, Henry knew exactly what he was doing. And considering how easily you let your guard down, he had you right where he wanted.

When you hid your face in the crook of his neck, your nose rubbing across the slope of his collarbone, Henry's right hand found your ass. You froze for a second, but his gentle caress helped you relax again in an instant. With his lips against the top of your head, he allowed his fingers to sink into your flesh. Your whole frame stiffened as you gathered a handful of his hoodie into your fist.

"What's wrong?" Henry cooed, grabbing your chin, "You ok?"

"Yep" you whimpered, and then winced again as he squeezed your ass once more. "I'm good-" you lied, cupping the side of his neck into your palm as you crawled higher up his body, your lips right against his ear.

As weak as he was for you, Henry stood his ground. If you wanted to play this game, he'd do it, but he wouldn't let you win.

"Does this hurt?" he asked, roughly groping your ass.

Jumping slightly from the pain, you still managed to shake your head, blurting out another lie. "... no"

"What about this?" Henry teased, grinning widely as he shoved his hands inside your leggings, under your panties.

The urgency of his touch made your eyes open wide, your back arching as you tried to push yourself off of him.

"Does it hurt, darling?" he continued, keeping you in place with ease.

Defeated, you sighed and lowered your gaze, "A bit" you mumbled.

"Just a bit?"

"Henry-"

"Did he fuck you good?"

Your mouth fell open. "What- no, I didn't- we didn't do anything-"

"Didn’t do anything?" Henry grinned, his perfect teeth showing as he proudly pried information out of you.

"I just... fuck-"

Seeing no way out of this one, and eager to stop hiding, you pushed yourself back. Henry's hands left your body as you sat beside him, and he watched you curiously, patiently waiting for you to word your thoughts. "I just filmed a video for my page, that's all" you bowed your head.

"What kind of video?" Henry questioned.

His demeanour was so relaxed, he was right in his element, unlike you, who were riled up to the extreme. "A spanking video-" you cleared, awkwardly fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

"Did he spank you good?"

His hand found your hips again, and you leaned into his touch, nodding your head yes as you were too embarrassed to actually word your answer.

"Then show me"

He was dominant and stern, and even if you wanted to, you felt like saying no wasn't an option. Henry didn't wait for your permission as he grabbed your waist and pulled you up to your knees, chuckling softly to himself when he saw you shyly smile down at him.

His fingers curled around the waistband of your leggings, forcefully pulling them down your thighs. "Come on" he urged you, softly guiding you to lay down across his lap, your ass barely covered by the pinkish and slightly unflattering underwear you had chosen for the day.

Henry's breathing picked up at the sight, and so did yours. You watched him over your shoulder, his fingers tracing over the bruises Steve left on your bum the night before.

"Henry-?" you whimpered, the anticipation building up in the pit of your stomach becoming too much to bear.

"Yes, darling?" he cooed, leaning down to the side to kiss your cheek. His stumble tickled your skin and you whimpered when his hand made its way between your legs.

You felt his fingers against your opening and involuntarily clenched your thighs around him, hiding your face in the cushions of below your head.

"Tell me" Henry pushed, teasing your folds and clit over your underwear.

"Nothing, I-" you cried, making him chuckle.

He loved giving you a taste of your own medicine. He straightened himself up and grabbed your ass into his hands, squeezing until you yelped out in pain. A soft laughter of approval escaped his throat as he bent down and pressed his lips to one of your cheeks, applying lingering kisses over each and every single bruise.

The way he took control of the situation and handled your body, turned you on to no end. For whatever reason, being exposed like that for him, waiting for any kind of judgement to leave his lips, you were getting more and more riled up by the second. You were done for. You did your best not to moan with need, but little did you know that was exactly what kept you from being thrown onto the floor and fucked into oblivion. Just one single sign was all you needed in order to break his self control, but you didn’t have it in you to do it.

But he didn’t say anything, instead just keeping you on your toes as he had his way. You were dripping through your underwear, and judging by the bulge in his pants that pushed up against your belly, you knew he was on the same page as you. But again, he didn’t allow things to go further. Everything about this moment pointed in the right direction - the teasing, the touching, you were all but whimpering in his lap, but he cut the moment short with a sharp slap against your ass before he helped you up. Henry acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened as he pulled your leggings back up, but this glare became colder when he found your eyes.

He bent down and spoke into your ear, "He could've done a better job"

Completely under his spell, you bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows. "I don't think I would have been able to take any more"

"That's not what I said" Henry shook his head.

"Look at you being an expert" you teased, relishing in the fact that he seemed eager to keep things going.

"All I'm saying is that if you had asked someone else-" Henry laughed, stroking your cheek, "Things would have turned out much more different"

"Oh" you pouted, ready to tease him further. "Who should I have asked-"

Just when you started getting comfortable and confident enough to push things further, Henry's phone rang. "I don't have to take that" he shook his head when he heard you stopped talking.

"Just see who it is" you giggled, slapping his shoulder.

Before doing so, Henry grabbed your chin and kissed your forehead, his touch drawing you in like a magnet as you leaned into him when he pulled away. With a sigh, you eventually crawled off his lap and then your face fell with disappointment when Henry showed you the screen of his phone.

"Yeah?" he huffed after picking up, his boss being the last person he wished to talk to right now.

You watched him closely as he listened to whatever the man was saying, and almost whined out loud when Henry frowned annoyed.

"I'll call you back in 5, ok?" he asked and after a couple of seconds hung up.

"I'm so sorry-" Henry sighed, turning to you, "I gotta go take this, there's a problem with one of the radars, I need to go see if I can fix it remotely"

"Sure thing" you shook your head. "But please tell me you don't have plans tonight"

"I don't" Henry leaned towards you and again, kissed your forehead. As much as you loved the sweet gesture, it was now more than ever that you craved something else entirely.

"And please don't forget about me again" you giggled, grabbing his biceps and stopping him from leaving without a promise.

"I won't" he sighed, "I'm really sorry about that. I'll make it up to you"

"However I want?" you beamed and licked your lips.

"Absolutely" Henry smiled, sweetly embracing you before walking you to the door.

You had his word now, and you were planning on making it count. There was no way either you or Henry would act as if nothing had happened, and you couldn't wait.

Once alone and seated at his desk, Henry opened up the text editor associated with the code he wrote months ago. When his screen was flooded with errors and his chat popped up with three different messages asking for help from his colleagues, Henry all but yelled out loud in frustration. Not only did he wish to be with you, it was also Sunday, one of his days off. But he couldn't just text the pilot of the plane whose radar went berserk and tell him to wait. So he got to work, determined to get this done as soon as possible.

But unfortunately, that 'as soon as possible' turned into 3 hours of continuous work. He didn't even stand up to go to the bathroom until he made sure everything was on point. It was about 4pm when the program started running smoothly again, and seeing how he had a few more hours to waste until he had to see you, Henry decided to make the best of them, by getting a head start on his tasks for the following day.

Productivity flowed through his fingertips as he solved the first issue he had been assigned for the day to come, getting ready to start working on the second one when a call caught his attention. He didn't recognize the ring tone, and it only dawned on him that he was still logged into your facebook account a couple of seconds after it stopped ringing.

Still curious, Henry switched the tabs on his computer, noticing that the chat with Steve, which he left open hours ago, showed that there was an ongoing video call. His jaw fell. Henry tightened his hands into fists, fuming with anger. First as you for doing this, and then at himself for allowing you to believe this was an ok thing to do. He knew there was no way to eavesdrop on your conversation even if he had the password, but that didn't mean his curiosity died down. No, it only grew stronger.

He felt lost for a minute, but then he thought of something. On his dresser, right next to his winter gloves and under his favorite jogging hat, laid an extra set of keys. Henry remembered the day you gave them to him, saying something along the lines of 'I feel much safer knowing that if something were to happen, you could always get to me, Henry.' and then remembered how you stuffed them in his pocket, and kissed his chest before stepping back. Such different times.

There was no trace of hesitation inside his mind as he grabbed the keys and made his way out of his home. He passed the hallway in less than a second and pressed his ear to the door. It was perfectly quiet, and through the peephole, he couldn't see any light. You weren't in the kitchen or living room, so he felt confident enough. After putting his phone on vibrate, Henry ever so gently pushed the key inside, turning it inside the lock with the most meticulous movement his wrist could muster. The sound of the door knob being turned was so faint he barely even heard it, but his pulse skyrocketed when he heard the click that signaled the door was finally open.

With small, careful steps, he made his way inside. The entire apartment was dark and quiet as he made his way in, stopping just outside your bedroom as the relaxed, deep voice of a stranger became audible through the wall. “Trust me, sweetheart. Just relax, I got you. You’re all tense, I can see it from here. You know I have more experience with this than you do, just do as I say”

With one hand on the doorknob of your bedroom, Henry was ready to put an end to this whole charade. He knew he might regret it later, but he didn't care. The image of a so called friend, pushing you to do anything that you seemed to have clearly stated your discomfort about, flipped a switch inside his brain. There was no stopping him because no one, no one got to push you around like that. Not while he could do anything about it.

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wkemeup · 3 years

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Sunrise (1)

summary: After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU) pairings: bucky x reader chapter word count: 3.5k warnings: heavy focus on Bucky’s PTSD/anxiety, the first splinter in the wall around Bucky’s heart 🧡 series masterlist / series playlist

This was a bad idea. A monumentally bad idea.

Bucky closed his apartment door behind him, pausing for a moment at the top of brownstone steps as a chill of autumn air swept by. Brittle to the touch, cool on his skin, it nestled into his spine and ached deep in his bones— in ones that had been long abandoned, too. The sun reflected against the shine of the pavement from last night’s rainfall, forcing Bucky to squint his eyes.

Was it always so bright outside? Maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t left his apartment for nearly a week before Sam threatened to turn him over to Steve that he’d forgotten how unpleasant the streets of New York could be. Loud. Cold. Chaotic.

He stepped onto the sidewalk, slipping out of the path of a jogger who nearly ran him over and had the gull to flip him the bird. Bucky groaned, curling his right hand into a fist and digging it deep into his pocket as he tried to calm the sudden racing in his chest. The free arm of his army jacket swung down by his left side, empty.

Not even a few steps outside the sanctuary of closed curtains, warm bedsheets, and the unattended static of a decade old television, and Bucky was already regretting ever knowing Sam Wilson.

Bucky turned towards the busy street ahead, staring up at the hustle of pedestrians and rush of taxis for a moment longer before he dared to take a step. His feet felt remarkably heavy and he had more than half a mind to tell Wilson to shove it and head back up to his apartment. He had better things to do than make a completely unnecessary trip to the VA.

What those things were, he couldn’t say, but they didn’t make his heart feel like it was about to beat straight out of his chest. He could stare at a wall for a few hours, for example – see if he could find the crack in the drywall again and follow it to the ceiling.

“Don't be a coward, Barnes,” Bucky grumbled to himself, earning a strange look from an elderly woman as she passed by. Her eyes held on him longer than she should; clearly a woman who had little shame in her degradation of strangers.

He gritted his teeth and commanded his legs to move. Those worked, at least.

As he made his way to the main street, his palm started to sweat inside his pocket. He could see his breath in every tense exhale, and still, he was boiling hot under his jacket. There wasn’t a chance in hell he’d remove it, because even with a sleeve hanging loose off his shoulder, he could at least keep up the pretense there was something inside. People would have to look twice before they realized. Wasn’t so easy to hide a missing arm in a short sleeve shirt.

Still—he was thankful as he weaved his way upstream through the crowd that he wasn’t as broad as he used to be. A couple months' worth of weight loss, diminished muscle mass, and one less limb will do that do a guy.

He used to be the sort of man that women would glance at as he passed by. Charming smile. Infectious energy. He could make a woman bite shamelessly at the edge of her bottom lip with a single trail of his eyes along her figure. Extend a hand, offer a drink and a dance. He used to hold confidence in every ounce of his body.

Now, he kept his eyes on the pavement. He hid from the sun and the curious looks of strangers under the brim of a baseball cap. No one looked twice in his direction. He was invisible these days and that was just the way he liked it.

By the time he reached the VA, he was surprised to find it a little less than pristine. The windows were dirty with handprints and smudges, the window panes covered in soot. A few of the roofing panels were missing from harsh New York winters. Even some of the outer brick wall had seen some weathering.

Though, if he were honest, it wasn’t usual at all. Made some sense that the VA was left to wash and wear on its own, deteriorating in front of a busy street of onlookers, right out in plain sight. It was how Bucky felt after he’d come home from his last tour— discarded. Placed upon a pedestal, but only as long as you wear the uniform, only as long as you’re staring down the other end of a barrel. Once you’re shipped back home and cast out from desert, you’re made to fend for yourself. Pull up your bootstraps. Adjust.

Bucky wasn’t sure how to do that anymore. Sam insisted this would help. The people at the VA were good, he’d said. They were like him. They’d understand.

While Bucky was suspicious, it was enough to drag him a couple blocks from his apartment. It was more than he’d done in weeks anyway. Sam would put on his makeshift shrink hat and call that a meaningful step. Bucky would call it pathetic.

He stared at the double doors, focusing on dark red rust on the metal hinges. He wondered if he put enough pressure on the latch if it would snap clean off. It looked sharp on the edges, too. Someone could easily cut themselves on it if they weren’t careful—

BEEEEEEP!

A jolt surged through Bucky’s chest enough to nearly knocked him off his feet.

Sudden flashes of a sweltering heat, the unnatural vibration of the desert under his feet. The car horn echoed into the back of his head, longer than it should have, and his ears started to ring. His vision felt tunneled and Bucky quickly stumbled his way through the double doors just to escape the blare of the horn outside.

It took a minute to adjust to the dim lighting. It was darker inside than what he was expecting. He blinked a few times, hand resting on the wall to hold his balance as he looked around, shaking himself from the memories.

Lamps were spread throughout the common room to offset the abrasive overhead lighting left untouched. Bucky started to wonder if he maybe it was on purpose, if he wasn’t the only one who had become sensitive to these things, when Sam walked into the room.

He froze.

“Holy shit!” Sam’s mouth rose up into that goddamn know-it-all smile, wide enough to show teeth and the dimples in his cheeks, and Bucky winced. Sam started to laugh as he crossed the space to where Bucky was standing. “I didn’t think you’d actually come!”

“Yeah, well,” Bucky shrugged, “I’m here. Don’t make this a big thing.”

“Who me?” Sam scoffed, feigning offense. “You know Steve’s the one who’s going to blow this up. He might throw a welcome party if you ever show up to the support group.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “That’s not happening.”

“Yeah, I figured as much.” Sam nodded, though he was still smiling. He looked almost... proud? It didn’t sit well in Bucky’s stomach. “Still, got you out of that cramped apartment, didn’t I? You open those curtains yet or are you still living like a vampire?”

Bucky glared at him. Sure, Sam was right... but he didn’t need to know that.

“Come on, I’ll show you around.” Sam put a hand on Bucky’s back to guide him down the hall.

He was only one of two people Bucky tolerated touching him at all and he was lucky he didn’t flinch anymore. Even an innocent touch from his own mother when she tried to hold his hand after he came back from his final tour had nearly left him in a panic attack. She’d cried as Bucky desperately tried to gather his breath, shoving her away as if she’d burned him.

Sam and Steve didn’t give him much of a choice. They didn’t handle him with kid gloves or treat him like he was about to break. Even if he was splintering at the seams, you’d never be able to tell with how Sam and Steve were around him; like old times, like nothing had changed, like they were still three kids dressed in fresh uniforms with chips on their shoulders and a whole new world ahead of them.

After a while, the small pats on the back and the nudges in his side became a small comfort; not that he’d tell them. It was a strange feeling to both be repulsed by touch and crave it. But the topic didn’t come up much these days outside of his friends anyway. No one tried to touch him and he didn’t seek it out. It was easier that way.

“The kitchen’s over here,” Sam said as he pointed into a room that had likely once been covered in white tiles and appliances, though now resembled more of a pale yellow. Two men were hunched over at the table, nursing coffee out of Styrofoam cups as a woman waited eagerly by a toaster.

“Everything in there is free rein,” Sam added. “Always stocked with food from donations, though I would make sure to check the expirations on the milk before adding it to your coffee.” He shivered at an unpleasant memory and Bucky found the edge of his mouth curl, though he suppressed it rather quickly.

The next room was mostly empty save for the wooden lined floors and chairs folded up against the wall. A sheet covered the small window peering inside that read ‘group in session when closed.’

“I know what you’re thinking,” Sam started, to which Bucky narrowed his eyes, “but I’m not going to force you into the support group, Buck. You go when you’re ready. If you ever are. Talking about this stuff, or even listening to it... it isn't for everybody. Steve will get that, too. We all find our outlets eventually. You’ll find yours, too.”

Bucky nodded, a swell of relief in his chest. He’d been forced into a mental evaluation by the army docs shortly after his discharge; something about routine testing, but he knew what they were looking for – what all those shrinks were looking for – Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

The nightmares came first, soon after he’d returned to the States. It started in screams that burned deep into his throat, waking up neighbors at two in the morning, finding blood in his bed from injuries he’d caused in his sleep. Lately they’d manifested into sweat drenched in his sheets and a heart rate that couldn’t seem to even out until the sun rose.

Then came the jumpiness – the flinching at every loud noise, thinking it was a bomb or the latch of a safety. He’d broken more glasses than he cared to admit, knocking them straight of his hand at the sound of a gunshot on the television.

Then the paranoia settled in, then the hypervigilance. The anxiety in crowds and tight spaces was new, though. Add it to the list, he supposed.

Through all of it, he never let the shrink catch on. He’d put on a smile and tell them he was proud of his service, that he’d serviced his country with honor and he was thankful to return to the civilian side of things for a change.

It was bullshit.

He was pissed. He lost an arm and half his mind to a war that recruited him young and idealistic right out of high school, when he was looking for a better life than what his neighborhood could offer, to put food on the table for his ma and sister. Pissed was understated.

He wouldn’t find himself in Steve’s group; of that he was certain. You don’t talk about those things after you leave the desert. Hell, you barely acknowledge them while you’re there. It’s just how it works. It’s how you deal with it. Bucky didn’t allow himself to consider whether his method was doing him much better.

Sam walked him through the common areas, the lounge space, even a room with a pretty decent sized television and a shelf filled with DVDs. It was a nice enough place. Quiet. But so was his apartment.

“Now this is the best room in the house.” Sam opened a door on his left, the hinges squeaking under an old wooden frame as he stepped inside.

Bucky followed in closely behind and was surprised when a subtle scent of pine brushed his senses. A small candle was burning at the center of a coffee table, surrounding it were a few couches, all with mismatched fabrics, laid upon a carpet that looked to have been donated from an estate sale. The walls around him were lined with shelves, though they were completely empty. Cob webs hung in the corners and dust lined the wood.

What caught his eye was a single cart at the edge of the room. It was filled with books, all in bright colors on the binding and tags from the Brooklyn Public Library piled high on top of one another, far beyond the confines of the cart itself.

“Y/n? Where you at, kid? We got a newbie!” Sam called, nudging Bucky in the side with a playful wink he did not return.

A figure suddenly jumped from behind the couch with a book in hand covered in layers of dust and crumbs. The sudden movement forced a flinch deep in Bucky’s chest, his breath held tight in his lungs, though he kept himself firm on the surface, like stone. It took a minute before he realized how tight he’d barreled his fist and he slowly released his grip before Sam could notice.

“Been looking for this one for over a year!” you exclaimed, holding up the book for Sam to see. You brushed off the cover, restoring the original vibrant hue of the artwork. “Can’t even imagine the overdue fees I’ve racked up on this sucker...”

There was a strange lightness in your voice Bucky didn’t expect, a tenderness and a sunshine that didn’t belong amongst the dark overcast of the men and women who occupied these rooms. It certainly sat in dangerous contrast to the gravel and stone in Bucky’s voice and the clouds that usually followed in his wake.

He glanced down at his clothes as you approached; a pair of old ripped jeans from a few years ago, a faded t-shirt, and his army jacket hung over his shoulders. Dull and raggedy, ripping at the seams.

But you? Dressed in the warmest shade of a red knit sweater, a gentle glow on your cheeks, a softness about your movements, you resembled the sort of sunset at the end of a highway one would stop the car to capture on film. Inviting. Tender and ethereal. Lovely.

You stepped closer and he noticed the knees of your jeans were covered in dust, your palms too. Messy in the pursuit of happiness, like a child on a playground. You didn’t seem to mind the dust as you brushed it off your knees, holding the found book close to your chest like an extension of your own heart.

“Blame it on Lang. He's always losing stuff around here,” Sam offered as you set the book on the cart. You started to laugh and swatted Sam in the arm. A pout perched on your lips, though it didn’t seem to last long. Your laugh was infectious.

Bucky swallowed as he watched you; the way your smile wrinkled up into your eyes as if a face like yours was drawn and designed to curve at the lips and push dimples to your cheeks. It shined into the bright hues in your irises and Bucky wondered if you would keep smiling like that forever, if it were possible that he could stare into the sun and not be burned; if instead, he could find warmth in its embrace.

His heart stammered, his breath shallow, but it wasn’t unpleasant like it had been on the busy streets. It was something new, a sensation he hadn’t had since before he signed his name to a cause that took his arm and his dignity.

Y/n, Sam had called you. It was a beautiful name. He didn’t know if he could even find things beautiful again after what he’d seen overseas. You were the first, he supposed.

He must have been staring too long, because your lips were moving to words he didn’t hear, and suddenly two pairs of eyes were on him. His heart skipped, frozen in embarrassment.

“This must be your first day of school,” you teased, extending your right hand to him.

Bucky stared down at it, heart pounding, and before Sam could politely tell you that Bucky didn’t really do that sort of thing, he pulled his hand from his pocket and shook it. You had a firmer grip than he was expecting, but still soft. Your fingers were like ice and it was a nice contrast to the swelter he felt under his jacket.

Sam raised an eyebrow, surprised by Bucky's sudden willingness to take the hand of a stranger, though thankfully he didn’t say anything. A shit eating grin curved up upon his lips and that, Bucky could have done without.

“Thought it was time I checked it out,” Bucky said, his voice a little dry. You let go of his hand and Bucky found he missed the contact almost instantly.

“Dragged him here by the skin of his teeth is more like it,” Sam interjected and Bucky’s ears burned red. He shot Sam a glare, who only shrugged, unbothered by his humiliation of his friend. “Been trying to get his sorry ass through the door for a few months now.”

You nodded, though your smile never wavered. Your eyes remained on Bucky, listening to Sam, but intently studying the lines on Bucky’s face. It left him feeling exposed, but somehow, even as his own gaze trailed to the floor, he didn’t mind you watching him like that, like maybe you found worth in what you saw. He adjusted his stance, suddenly remembering the startling absence on his left.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here now,” you said, brushing Sam off in his teasing. “I’ve been volunteering at this place for a little over a year. We got good people here. I’m sure you’ll fit right in...” you paused, biting on your lip.

“Bucky,” he offered because he could tell you were waiting for it. You smiled at his name and a sense of pride burned bright in his chest. God, if he could just make you smile like that again...

“Bucky’s a cool name,” you grinned, though Sam rolled his eyes. “That short for something?”

“Don’t lie to the new kid, Y/n. We all know it’s corny as hell,” Sam interrupted playfully before Bucky could get a word in. You wacked Sam on the shoulder and Bucky felt the edges of his lips curve. It felt strange, achy, like he hadn’t done that in a while. Maybe he hadn’t.

“Buchanan,” Bucky answered, though he quickly added, “but my first name’s James. James Barnes.”

“Well, James Barnes,” you started, exchanging a knowing look with Sam that made Bucky’s stomach twist in knots, “I run a book club of sorts on Sunday evenings around six. You should swing by. We’re always looking for new members.”

“Y/n works at the Brooklyn library most days,” Sam explained. “We’re lucky to have her. Never thought I’d see so many tattooed men with biceps the size of my head sitting in a circle talking ‘bout books, but Y/n works magic. Everyone loves her. Helps that her book club is pretty unconventional.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes. “Unconventional?”

Sam started to say more, but you pouted your lips at him and he left the words on the edge of his tongue. He held up his hands in defense and took a step back, returning the smile to your face.

“Don’t listen to him,” you said, laughing so sweetly Bucky was sure his knees might give out at any second. “It’s a good time, I promise. No pressure at all.”

Bucky nodded, considering his options. The idea of seeing you again could make the walk down to the VA worth it, but he wasn’t sold on the concept of sitting in a room full of ex-combat vets probably using a shared book as a proxy for a support group. He wondered if you had them reading something about PTSD or adjusting to civilian life or a memoir of some guy embellishing his time overseas to make a quick buck.

But he wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, so he asked, “what are you reading?”

You shrugged. “Depends on who you ask.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, confused.

“Just think about it,” you suggested as you unclicked the lock at the bottom of the cart. The front wheel was broken and you struggled to get an angle to move in the direction you pushed it. “I should head back to the library. It was really nice to meet you, Bucky. I’ll see you later, Sam.”

Bucky nodded, finding himself searching for something else to say, some kind of excuse to get you to stay longer, but came up empty. You smiled at him, all bright and starry eyed, and his knees felt weak again. Shit.

“Don’t let Stark talk your ear off on the way out,” Sam warned, a laugh in his voice.

“I think I know my boys around here by now, Samuel,” you teased back. Bucky couldn’t quite tell if it was a pang of jealousy in his stomach or an eagerness to be included. It was a strange rush of feelings he hadn’t tapped into in years; not necessarily unpleasant, but certainly unfamiliar.

You paused by the door, turning back and capturing Bucky’s eye one last time. “Sunday at six, alright? I’ll see you there.”

He didn’t say anything, but you seemed to take his silence as confirmation. You gave him a final wave before you disappeared into the hallway. He could hear the click of the broken front wheel on your cart echoing down the hall.

Bucky and Sam followed you out of the room and hung back by the makeshift library doors.

“What did I tell you!” Sam cheered, nudging Bucky hard enough on the side to knock him off his balance. He was too fixated on watching grumpy old men and stone-faced women pass by in the hallway with smiles on their faces as they saw you.

“It’s, uh, it’s not bad.” Bucky waited until you disappeared out the front doors and onto the busy sidewalks before he turned to Sam. He was watching him with a sort of I-told-you-so look that made Bucky want to slap the dimples straight from his face. “...what?”

“Nothing, man.” Sam shrugged, though there was something lingering in the smirk he wore, like maybe he knew something Bucky didn’t.

He didn’t care for that one bit.

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noctumbra · 4 years

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❝quiet❞

summary ─ “ah, baby,” he whispered. “we’re just getting started, i thought i gave you enough hint for that.”

pairing ─ avenger!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, semi-public sex, degradition, name calling, wall sex

a/n ─ i have been posting shitty one-shots for the last two days, i’m so fucking sorry sdfhjd i’ll get my shit together i promise fjhgjfg hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank you <33

KINKTOBER DAY SIX: avenger!bucky + semi-public sex + degradition kink

You were at one of the many parties Stark loved to throw unexpectedly.

It had been a boring week: No bad guys to chase after, outside was too hot for you go out, no interesting men that drew your attention and more importantly, no one to hang out with. Natasha was away for an undercover mission with Sharon. Sam was visiting his mother and his other relatives with her and he took Steve with him. Tony was tinkering away in his lab as usual and Bruce was away for his peace of mind. Clint was helping Coulson with something, ‘it’s classified’ he had said before he left, shrugging.

Bucky, though. He was around. Like a cat, silent and observant, but around.

You were at the Stark’s party with him, actually.

“Clothes, huh?” The guy in front of you asked you, flicking his brows in a way that he probably thought was cute. Ugh, you thought, someone save me. “I remember you saying that you liked these expensive brands, and I happen to know people working at those brands. So, I can…” You stopped listening.

Your eyes danced on the people around you: You watched them chatting happily with the others, sipping on their expensive drinks and some of them were dancing. The colorful lights were creating shadows in the room, hiding the ones that were sitting on the plush couches than Stark had brought just for the party.

“…your favorite?” You blinked and turned your attention to him. You totally missed the question, so you smiled apologetically.

“Can you repeat that?” You asked him. His face fell for a second, but he repeated it anyway. You were about to answer him when Bucky came behind you, wrapping his flesh arm around you.

“Ah, there you are!” He exclaimed happily. “I was lookin’ for you everywhere, dear.” You tried not to squirm, but it was a little hard with the pet name and his thumb stroking your exposed skin soothingly. You smiled at him, knowing too well that he was your savior at this very moment, and you’d do anything he said if it meant to shut this guy up.

“You could have just yelled, I guess,” you joked, eliciting a soft chuckle from him.

“That’d be rude, though, wouldn’t it, baby?” He kissed your temple softly, and you tried very hard not to melt in his embrace. He was being too soft and loving with you and you just─ Ugh, you thought again, fuck him.

You would love to do that for real, if you had to be honest.

“Oh, hey man!” Bucky flashed a smile at the guy in front of you. “James,” he extended his hand. “Thanks for keeping her company, she gets bored when she’s on her own for a little too long that usual.” Bucky winked at you, and you failed at not squirming. His only reaction was to tighten his arm around you.

“Harry, and it’s no problem,” Harry forced a smile. You wanted to laugh like a maniac at his reaction. “You know what, I’m just gonna go,” and he left before either of you could say anything.

“Ah, we were going to have some cake, where did he go,” Bucky pouted, amused. You snorted.

“You’re mean,” you murmured, but an amused smile was on your lips, mirroring Bucky’s. He shrugged and kissed your temple again.

“Saved your night from becoming even more boring, haven’t I?” He asked, cocking a brow. You grimaced, accepting your fate. Bucky chuckled. “How are ya gonna pay me back, dear?” He released you from his hold much to your dislike and leaned against the bar counter.

“I don’t know how to satisfy you,” you said dismissively. When you heard Bucky humming deeply, though, you realized what you really had said. “Oh, shit,” you looked at him with wide eyes, “I didn’t mean it like that!”

Bucky was inspired already. “Didn’t you, really?” He inched closer to you. You were so close… “I could show you how to satisfy me, dolly,” he murmured. His flesh hand rose and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “We could have so much fun…” His eyes found yours then, asking a silent question.

“I…” You trailed off, but couldn’t find any excuse to say no. You didn’t have anything to do, any men to do to be honest, and you really needed to get laid… “Fuck it, why not.”

Bucky smirked and grabbed your wrist in his metal hand gently. Without saying anything he pulled you towards the elevators. The noise of the party lessened as you got close to the elevators, lights couldn’t reach at this part of the room, you noticed. Before you could move and call the elevator, Bucky pressed you against the cold, marble wall.

“What─” He placed his metal hand over your mouth.

“I said we could have fun, right? This is how we gonna have it,” he whispered and his flesh hand sneaked under your dress. You gasped behind his hand. “I’ll pull my hand off if you can be quiet, doll.” You nodded silently, eyes wide and pupils blown already. Bucky smirked and pulled his hand off. Now that his hands were free, he hoisted you higher up against the wall. You clutched at his broad as hell shoulders. His suit’s fabric felt soft under your fingertips. Your dress was hiked higher, heels were digging against his back, but he didn’t look like he was annoyed with it.

Bucky buried his nose in your neck. “You always smell so nice…” He whispered. Your eyes flutter closed.

“Bucky…”

You felt his flesh hand moving from your thigh to your wet core slowly. Unintentionally, you held your breath as his fingers got close. Just as they brushed lightly against your soft panties, you whimpered. Bucky chuckled darkly.

“Gotta be quiet, baby,” he murmured, “Otherwise other people could hear how much of a slut you’re being for me.” You bit your lips as an attempt to stop yourself whimpering even louder. Bucky smirked at your state. He just started touching you, and you were already putty in his hands.

God, how long he had been imagining this… How long he had been wanting to have you writhing and moaning under him… This was his chance. You agreed to this, and he was going to make sure that you had your pleasure like you’ve never done.

“Are you gonna let me take you right here, sweetie?” Bucky kissed your collarbone softly. “Are you gonna let me take you some place where people could see if they look a little carefully, or if they want to leave?” You whined quietly. His fingers were now pushing your panties aside, running the soft skin against your wet folds.

“Answer me, dolly,” Bucky encouraged you, “Answer me, and I’ll make you see the stars right here right now.” You swallowed harshly as he flicked your clit, and nodded. “With words,” he growled. His fingers were diving deep inside of you now.

“Yes!” You cried out. Thank fuck, Bucky was fast to slap his hand over your mouth in the mid way. Otherwise he was sure that people would have heard you.

“What did I fucking say?” He snarled. “Are you getting stupid on me, sweetie?” You shook your head, your chest was heaving. “Then be fucking quiet!” You nodded quickly. You were murmuring apologies behind his hand, but it was all muffled. Bucky, without taking his eyes off your face, ripped off your panties. His hand disappeared for a second, and you heard him unzipping his pants. You breathed heavily, eyes rolling back with anticipation.

“My hand stays here,” he whispered. “I don’t anyone to hear you being a slut for me, don’t want anyone to listen to you getting stupid on me. They are reserved only for me, you understand, dolly?” You nodded once more, eyes hooded and already filled with unspeakable desire. Bucky felt himself throb and groaned lowly. “Ready, baby?”

“Pweafs!” You cried out under his hand, tears were already gathering at the corners of your eyes.

Bucky felt feral, felt the urge to claim you, hide you from everyone. Snarling, he buried himself inside of you in one smooth slide. You moaned as you leaned back. Bucky plastered his body against yours and started to move quickly. His cock was stroking your walls with every slide, balls hitting against your wet skin and making an obscene sound. Bucky grunted in your ear as his head fell on your chest. His hips were moving in jack rabbit pace.

What you were doing was fast and messy. It was to take the edge. You knew that you would be moaning shit ton of under him tonight. This was just a beginning and boy were you ready.

“God, fuck dolly. You feel so good, fuck,” Bucky moaned and continued to slam in you. You were aware that you were already close to coming. Your walls were clenching around him warningly, your nipples were tight under your dress and your clit was throbbing. “Can feel you squeezing the life outta me, sweet baby.”

You moaned, your hips were moving now too. You were grinding your hips against his pelvic bone, hoping to get some friction on your clit. Noticing what you were after, Bucky brought his hand to the place you’ve been craving a touch on. You cried out even louder when he started to roll your clit between his fingertips, and not long after, you came hard around him. Legs shaking violently, you bucked against him, your back arched and you felt your lungs stopped working.

“Fuck!” Bucky snarled and grunted at the way your soft walls squeezing around him. You grabbed his hair, messing up his bun, you pulled on them hard. With a soft shout, Bucky came inside of you. “What─” He wheezed. His cock was twitching with each breath he drew in his contracting lungs. “Shit, dolly.” He pulled his hand off on your mouth.

“Mm,” you hummed, “This was fuckin’ amazing,” you slurred. Bucky chuckled.

“Ah, baby,” he whispered. “We’re just getting started, I thought I gave you enough hint for that.”

You hummed again, knowing too well that you wouldn’t be able to walk straight tomorrow morning.

Thank fuck for lazy days, huh?

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ride home / S. Rogers

Summary : As a girl you were always told to never accept a ride from unknown men. You knew what could happen, you knew the dangers and heck, you`ve seen how it ruined some girls. But hey, he`s your teacher, nothing could happen. Right?

Pairing : Dark(soft)!teacher Steve Rogers x female Reader

Before you read, please understand that this is intended to be a dark fic. There will be noncon elements, rape, violence, manipulation and so much more. If you find any of these disturbing, please click away. 18+ only.

Warnings for this one shot : manipulation, noncon elements, rape, use of drugs, lost of virginity. This is some kind of au and Steve might be out of character a little.

Word count : 3.319

Credit : for the gif I used, the credit goes to its rightful creator.

Note : Don’t expect this to be any good. I came up with this over the course of a few hours and I’m still learning how to write one shots, as I find it much easier to write a series. Also I still suck at writing “smut”. I’m trying to perfect it, tho. Promise. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this one shot till my mind would be satisfied with the way the next chapter of “The Magpie” turned out and would let me post it. :)) Also, please excuse any mistakes I made. Have a great day you guys!

Also, to all the writers from this platform : thank you !

Girl found wondering around without any memory of the last few days, claims she had been abducted and raped...

Your eyes narrowed as you stared at the case which has been all over the news for the past week. It was quite predictable, really. Young girl, too drunk for her own good woke up by herself in the middle of nowhere. You sighed. In a city as big as New York, cases like this happened almost every other day, but there was always something left behind. Fight marks, blood, hair. Anything that could help the police find the person who did it. This time though, there was nothing.

The poor girl. You couldn`t help but pity her. She must be terrified. All alone against a world that knows nothing better than to judge. You pinched your nose in exasperation.

Cases like this, it`s what made you choose to study law. You wanted to be able to help other women. To offer them a chance at justice. No one deserved to be told that it was their own fault for wondering alone at night or for wearing something more showing. No girl should feel like the law protects only the male population...

“ And what`s your opinion on this matter, miss I`m too busy scrolling on my phone to pay attention to class?”

You cursed in your head, as you put your phone away and lifted your eyes to meet your teacher.

Steve Rogers. America`s hero, savior of the world and an actual pain in your ass, was looking at you expectantly. You held his gaze as you forced your lips to form some kind of smile. Something about him always put you on edge and the way his eyes darkened as he stared at you, didn`t exactly help ease the feeling.

“I`m sorry, I was distracted.” you murmured, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that he caught you unprepared. ”If you would be so kind...”

You looked at him as you raised one eyebrow. It was always like this. No matter what you did he`d always find something to pick at you. At first you took it as a form of banter between a teacher and his students, but with time it became clearly that he had a problem with you. Your grades didn`t reflect the hard work you always put in. Your extra work wouldn`t be considered. Every time you would as much as look at your watch he`d find something to jab at you. He would also have something to say about every paper you handed him. It was a miracle you even made the grade for his class.

You cringed as you remembered the comments he would make about your life outside his class. You seemed to bump into him on a daily. There was also something, in the way he watched your every move, that it made the hair at the back of your neck stay high on alert. You really couldn`t understand what you`ve done that America`s sweetheart despised you that much.

”The women rights...” he smirked down at you.

“Oh, yes. I strongly believe that women should have got their rights the same time men did.” you smiled when you realized that he wanted to add something else. “I mean we know that every society of this world was built around androcentrism, but if we`re real the women were the ones that kept everything from falling apart.” you drew in a short breath. “Oh, and I believe that 1920 was a bit late for our women to get their rights, since women all around the world fought for it since the 18th century.”

You smirked, as for once in your life the bell rang exactly when you needed it. Forcing a smile his way, you stood up gathering your notebooks. You were quite proud of yourself, not because your answer was the desired one, but because you got on professor Rogers nerves. While he didn`t seem to have a problem with women and feminists in general, he sure had a problem with the way you choose to speak on the matter. From the corner of your eye you saw his jaw twitch.

At first you were afraid to even say your opinion lest you would upset him, but now you enjoyed to see that vein on his forehead nearly pop. You held back a giggle. Oh well, at least you won`t have to see him for the next few weeks.

“Professor!” you rolled your eyes when you herd your bestfriend use her sweet voice. “I was wondering if you`d like to come to our party tonight.”

You stood straight, narrowing your eyes at the one that has been your friend since the first day you came to the city. What the hell was happening. You knew she had a crush on him, everyone did, but she wasn`t the one to just go and ask someone out, especially not him. You watched her in confusion as professor Rogers made his way to the front of the class.

“You know, with everything happening right now, the uni council would let us hold the party only if there was someone that could take care of us.”

“Oh!” you supposed that made sense, but even so why did it have to be him.

“Of course professor Barnes already said that he`ll be there, but we`d be thankful if you came too. Please!” your friend bated her eyelashes at him as you rolled your eyes.

Professor Rogers had a pleased smile as he moved his eyes from her to you. You held his gaze, even going as far as raising one eyebrow at him. He blinked, before turning his head towards the rest of the class.

“Since you asked so nicely.” he said after a short moment dismissively. ”`I`ll be there.”

There was something sinister in his eyes. Something that you failed to see as you made your way out of the lecture class.

“I can`t believe you invited him!” you playfully jabbed your friend in the shoulder as she walked next to you.

“Oh, come on! It’s just tonight, and I bet he won’t be able to stay up that late since he’s like... the same age as history?” she bit back a laugh, as she took your hand. “It will be fun, you`ll see.”

You hoped she was right since you were never a big fan of parties of any kind.

_ _ _

This wasn`t fun. Not at all.

You knew you should have stayed home, yet you still wanted to enjoy the last night with your class mates before break. But this wasn`t it. The music was too loud and you couldn`t even hear what some people were saying. Also you`ve never really been a techno fan. The food was crap and you were sure everyone came just because there were free drinks.

It was well past midnight and you have been there since the beginning, but you were already dreading it. You smiled as your only joy came from watching drunk freshmen being rejected by some of your friends. The girls were ruthless and that made you proud.

“Hey girl!” your bestfriend came by your side, holding two glasses in her hands as her body danced along the rhythm of the music. “Look at was professor Rogers sent us.”

Her words were slurred and you could see that she drank already too much. That`s why at first you thought you didn`t hear her right. While it wasn`t unusual for men to send women drinks, getting a drink from your teacher was something you never thought could happen. It was wrong in a way.

“What?” your eyes widened as soon as the word left your mouth.

You eyed the glass she handed you. It seemed to be one of your favorites, and after the sour taste the beer left in your mouth, that would have been like a desert. Still something made you suspicious.

“Come on, take it!” your friend pressed as she smiled broadly. “He must have realized that he’s been an ass all year and wants to make amends.”

She was giggling as her glossy eyes drifted around the room. She didn`t seem to be able to focus on anything, but somehow her shaky hands found yours and brought the glass you were holding closer to your mouth. You weren`t exactly sure what came over you, but you opened your mouth and let the liquid go down your throat. Involuntarily, your eyes wondered around till you saw the back of your least favorite teacher. He didn`t even seem to care about anything around him as he was engaged into a discussion with professor Barnes. That alone made you feel safe, even though the drink left a bitter taste in your mouth.

You were too quick to judge, you resonated. This was probably his way of saying: “Sorry I tormented you that much.” You suddenly giggled. It was shortly followed by your friend`s laughter. She threw the glass to the side and took your hand leading you to the dancefloor.

You weren`t that much of a dancer. You knew just some basics moves and that was it, but now you didn`t seem to care. You let your body move, and only chuckled when your legs started to feel like jelly. It was a strange feeling. You suddenly felt like were floating.

You furrowed your brows as you started to feel that your body didn`t exactly respond to your impulses. Everything around you happened in slow motion.

You cursed. Just how much did you drink? Moving one hand to your head, you tried to get your senses back, but you found it too hard to do. Your head buzzed. For a second you looked around trying to spot your friend among the sweaty bodies on the dancefloor, but it was like you couldn`t recognize anybody.

Fuck this. You had enough of this party already, and the way you felt made you decide that it was time to go home. You moved between the sea of bodies as fast as you could. Your coat and purse were the only thing you spent more than five minutes looking for, but as you found them you practically run out of there.

The bus stop wasn`t that far, but just the thought that you`ll have to go home by bus, made you want to throw up. You didn`t feel well and there was dizziness that started to overcome you. As you watched the empty street, you cursed again. Of course you`ll have to wait till the next bus came. Damn it! You should really get your license.

The sound of a engine from behind you, made you turn your head. Your eyes narrowed as you watched the Range Rover slow down and actually stop right next to you. You squinted your eyes, trying to see through the tinted glass, but as a wave of nausea hit you, you moved your head to the side. You didn`t exactly pay attention when one of the windows went down. You didn`t really care. You felt sick, and all you wanted, was to get home.

“ I saw you left the party early.” the deep voice said. “Are you all right kitten?”

You hissed when you heard the voice of the last person you wanted to see right now. What was he even doing here? Your heart skipped a beat as another wave hit. You took a deep breath and tried to steady yourself. Just ignore him and he`ll go away. You didn`t exactly knew why you choose to act like that but there was something in your head that told you it was for the best.

“Come on girl, I have to make sure everyone is safe and sound.” you heard his voice. “If you don`t feel fine, I can take you home.”

The idea of getting home sooner and in a nice car was looking really good right now. But still, you didn`t feel like it was the best for you. You choose to keep quiet for reasons not even you knew. You glossy eyes scanned the schedule of the bus that was right in front of you. Thirty minutes and you`ll go home.

You heard professor Rogers sigh.

“And here I thought you never shut your mouth.” there was a deep chuckle, fallowed by the sound of the engine coming to life. “Look kitten I can either get you home or I`ll go my merry way and let you here all alone... well not quite. But I`m not sure you`d want that kind of company.”

Confusion filled your mind. The sudden move you made to look at him, made you dizzy. You tried to focus your eyes, in time to see him pointing to somewhere behind you. You slowly turned.

A group of guys were eyeing you like a wolf would his prey. Your mouth fell open as they did obscene gestures at you. Your whole body freeze as fear took over you. You knew what could happen. Suddenly you were more sober that ever and as you heard the car start moving, you nearly threw yourself in front of it. On shaky legs you moved towards the door.

“Wait” you find it hard to speak. “Professor, I`m sorry I... please!”

You looked at him with pleading eyes, and didn`t even register the way he smirked as you got into the car. Everything was a haze. You only felt like you could breath when the car started to gain speed. You didn`t even remembered to give him your address or anything, but as the car rolled down various streets you were only thankful you were far away from them.

“It such a crazy world out there” professor Rogers voice made you move your head towards him, but as the fear was gone, you started to feel the dizziness again.

With unfocused eyes you watched him. America`s hero was giving you a ride home for free and you were acting like he was your biggest enemy. What was wrong with you?

“I have to say I`m impressed.” he suddenly said as the car started to slow down. “That was one of the strongest drugs that you drank, and you still have some of your conscious left. The other ones were down after a few minutes.”

You looked at him and simply blinked. You wondered if your mind was playing games with you. Surely, he hadn`t said what you think you heard. You must have imagined everything.

“E... excuse me?” you asked dully.

You drew in a shaky breath as your trembling hand went to the door. He chuckled darkly at your attempts to open it. You wanted to scream but as your movement became slower and slower you found that fear wasn`t enough to fuel your limp body.

The car came to a sudden stop. You closed your eyes as you felt hands pulling you back.

“Now, now honey.” you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. “Don`t waste your energy, you`ll need it.”

You turned your head and watched him through your eyelashes. Something in your head was screaming at you to fight, to run, to get away. You wanted to punch, scratch, hurt him in any way. But your body didn`t listen.

It happened too fast. In a matter of second your dress was ripped to shreds. And your found yourself pressed to the door. He was over you in an instant. Turning your head to the side so that he could stare into your eyes. He had a hungry look on his face. You`ve seen it many times but it never terrified you as much as now.

“Just as pretty as I imagined.” he said in a husky voice.

You squeezed your legs as you felt his hand moving around along your body. He tugged at your bra till the clasps snapped. Your nipples stood erect, you didn`t know if it was from the cold of the car or the heat that was inside you. One of his hands came forward at pinched at your nipples. You made to move, but as sensing your intention he tugged your head back by your hair.

“Don`t you even dare!” he growled as his thumb played with one of your nipples. “I waited a long time for this”.

He leaned forward kissing down your stretched neck. His mouth was hot against your skin. You gasped when you felt his tongue leaving wet traces along your collarbone. He tugged at your hair one more time before his hand went down.

“Always dressing like this world is your own runaway, always thinking that you know it all.” he let out a moan as he squeezed your ass. “Do you know what a face as pretty as yours and an attitude like that do to a man?”

You whimpered. You never meant to catch his attention in that way, you just wanted to feel good about yourself. You wanted to tell him that. To tell him that you were sorry, but your brain didn`t work anymore. There was no reaction even as he spanked you. You felt like you could pass out every second.

“Don`t even think about it!”

You closed your eyes when your panties were soon the same as your other clothes. Slick was going down your legs. Despite everything, you were aroused.

“So fucking wet already. Good girl!” he praised.

You felt his hand descend down to your very core, proding around. You bit your lips as tears filled your eyes.

“How many have been here before?” he gave a low chuckle the same time his fingers pinched your button.

“One?” he mocked as one of his long fingers entered you.

You held back a gasp. Non, no, no. This wasn`t happening. Nobody touched you like that before. Nobody even came close to it. That`s not how you wanted it not how you dreamt it would happen. You wanted dinner, roses, a man you loved... not him.

“Two?” he continued as another finger stretched you.

You felt your walls clench around his fingers, as he moved them in and out ou you, everything while his thumb circled your most sensitive part.

“Fuck... you`re tight!” his breath was ragged, it was like he couldn`t get enough.

There was a sudden pause. In a quick move you found yourself pressed to the door of the car, as he angled your body to have better access to your burning core. He drew in a breath.

“A virgin.” he moaned.

You closed your eyes as you herd him playing at his clothes. The sudden hardness you felt proding around your core, made you shiver. You didn`t dare to look back and see it. You were scared. It seemed too big. You were afraid it would split you in a half.

You screamed when he entered you. The pain blurred your vision. Your whole body ached and tears fell down your cheeks. No, no, no. You bit back a moan of pain when he started to move, not caring about you at all. His moves were rough, punishing.

“Shhh doll, I`ll take care of you.” he rasped. “You must have waited so long for this... saving yourself for me.”

Your body moved in rhythm with his. His cock dragged along your walls as every move sent a wave of pain through you. Soon though, you found the pain disappeared. A strange feeling took over you. It was almost pleasurable. You guessed you would have enjoyed it under any other circumstances. But now? Now you were just tired.

As you passed out, you failed to notice the feeling of something warm flowing through you.

_ _ _

Steve smiled down at your sleeping form. So pretty, even after being used like that. You had a glow. Too bad you might not remember anything that happened. He chuckled. It`s a good thing he planned to keep you. He`ll make sure you`ll never forget him.

You were his girl after all. The only reason he took that shitty job as a teacher.

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