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secretswiftymarvelfan · 2 months
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Here is my request for your I love you 3000 Bonanza:
Steve Rogers, Fake Dating and the prompt:
"I'm tired of answering that question"
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Oooh this one was actually quite tough but I hope you like what I've come up with!
Not a Nobody - Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Revelations occur when fake dating Steve leads you to getting captured
Word Count: 1.2k
Warning: Kidnapping! Light Angst! Fluff! Brief Mention of Blood!
Dividers by @firefly-graphics​
Masterlist / Celebration Masterlist
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You were sat trembling in your seat, the metal frame of the chair like an iceblock against your bare skin. Despite the freezing temperatures, your skin was slick with sweat and your chest heaved as you tried to catch a breath. 
You flinched at the sound of heavy boots echoing around the abandoned warehouse, the owner slowly approaching. Your eyes darted to the man, instantly spotting the flash of metal as he pulled a knife out of his pocket as he approached.
You tried to control your breathing, make it shallower as he held the knife against your neck “Maybe this will get you talking hm?” he said as he caressed your cheek with the cool steel “Where is Captain Rogers?”
You screwed your eyes shut knowing your answer would only enrage your captor “Please, please I’m tired of answering that question, I - I told you I don’t know, please just let me go.”
Your captor let the knife dig into your cheekbone just enough to draw blood “And I told you, I don’t believe you” he growled “As Captain America’s girlfriend you should know everything”
You bit your lip to stop it from trembling when you spotted a shadow pass on one of the higher levels, you fought the urge to breathe a sigh of relief, help was coming you just had to hold out a little longer. 
Your captor must have noticed your gaze drifting though so you thought on your feet to keep his attention on you “I’m not!” you exclaimed bursting into tears “I’m not it was all a lie!”
Your captor faltered, blinked a couple of times in confusion “What?”
“It’s true it was all fake! Some paparazzi took our photo together once and everyone assumed we were together but we’re not! We were faking it!” you exclaimed as tears streamed down your face. 
“I don’t believe you” your captor growled. 
“It’s true I swear,” you said before shaking your head “god do you really think someone as low as me would attract the attention of a superhero? I’m nobody! Just some girl who works in a bakery! And he’s this amazing man who is selfless and kind and so loving and whoever he loves is gonna be the luckiest girl in the world” you gasped, the words tumbling out of you all of them completely true, you and Steve were just neighbours when that photo was taken but the last couple months had been the best of your life, even if the lie had ended with you being captured “god, god I wish I was lying right now because he means the world to me but I’m just a nobody”
Your captor studied you as he took a couple of steps back “Why? Why lie?” he asked, seeming to be actually curious. 
You scoffed and shooking your head, looking down at your lap as you gathered yourself “It was some stupid plan” you muttered as you looked up at him “They- they thought” you said before pausing to take a breath, the expression of a terrified damsel in distress falling, a smirk replacing it “they thought you wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation and kidnap me, they knew it would lead them directly to you”
Confusion passed across your captor's face before realisation dawned and his expression fell. He barely had enough time to react before a circular red, white and blue shield smacked into the side of his head and knocked him out cold. 
“Took you guys long enough” you breathed, pulling off the restraints that you had managed to untie the moment you arrived and wiping the blood from your face. 
“And miss your dramatic monologue?” Tony smirked as he landed in front of you and placed handcuffs on your captor, the head of a crime syndicate here in New York. 
“I’m glad that one acting class I took in college didn’t go to waste, but I think I’ll stick to my day job” You glanced at the sound of someone jogging over to you, a smile forming when you saw it was Steve. 
You went to stand from your chair but Steve put his hands on your arms “Whoa take it steady” he said, holding you upright even though you didn’t need it. 
“I’m fine Steve I promise” you reassured him.
“That cut on your cheek tells me otherwise” he said carefully brushing his fingers over it to assess how bad it was “Let’s get that cleaned up, you guys good in here if I take Y/N back to the jet?” 
“Yeah we’re good, go get some alone time,” Nat said with a knowing smirk. 
You frowned in confusion over at her but didn’t say anything as Steve led you out of the warehouse and towards the jet. Once inside he carefully guided you to sit down before grabbing the first aid kit.
You watched as he crouched down in front of you, removed his fingerless gloves and began preparing what he needed. When his gaze rose to meet yours he paused for a split second as if was gonna say something but he didn’t. He just raised the bit of cotton and gently tapped it against your skin.
You winced at the sharp pain of the iodine “Sorry” Steve murmured, continuing his work even more gently. 
The silence between you seemed to stretch in a way that it never had before, so much so that you felt the need to talk but couldn’t think of what to say. 
“Did you mean it?” Steve asked quietly making you jump, his gaze set on the first aid box that he was tidying away. 
“Wha-what do you mean?” you stuttered. 
Steve nodded his head in the direction of the warehouse “In there, what you said about me… did you mean it”
Your lips parted as you let out a long breath, you hadn’t meant to say what you did but that didn’t mean it wasn’t true you just hadn’t planned on saying it, it just tumbled out uncontrollably “every word” you whispered. 
Steve’s gaze rose to meet yours again, his bright blue eyes shining “So the past couple of months?” he started. 
A smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you recalled all the time you spent with Steve, living your dream, pretending to be his girlfriend and wishing it was real “Were the best 2 months of my life” you breathed. 
“They were for me too” Steve admitted swallowing nervously “You’re incredible Y/N, You’re not a nobody, never have been, you mean the world to me Y/N from the moment I met you”
Your jaw dropped in disbelief “Then why were you so against this whole plan?” you asked recalling how angry he got when the team suggested it. 
“It wasn’t because I didn’t want to, it was because I didn’t like the idea of putting you in danger” Steve sighed. 
A lopsided grin grew on your face as you cupped his cheeks and gently kissed him “It’s a good thing I have you to protect me then” you smiled, caressing his cheek with your thumb “Let’s do this for real”
Steve grinned back at you and nodded his head “Deal” he said before leaning back in and kissing you much deeper than before.
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sc00tb00t · 1 year
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SMUTMAS SCHEDULE + MASTERLIST
each one of these blurbs will come out every day starting december first (1st) and ending december twenty-fifth (25th)
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DAY ONE ;; peter parker + voyerisum
DAY TWO ;; steve rogers + blowjob
DAY THREE ;; tony stark + thigh riding
DAY FOUR ;; scott lang + praise
DAY FIVE ;; peter parker + blindfolds
DAY SIX ;; bucky barnes + marking
DAY SEVEN ;; sam wilson + groping
DAY EIGHT ;; steve rogers + size difference
DAY NINE ;; bucky barnes + possessive sex
DAY TEN ;; tony stark + degrading
DAY ELEVEN ;; scott lang + begging
DAY TWELVE ;; sam wilson + facials
DAY THIRTEEN ;; bucky barnes + hand kink
DAY FOURTEEN ;; tony stark + overstimulation
DAY FIFTEEN ;; sam wilson + spanking
DAY SIXTEEN ;; peter parker + dacryphilia
DAY SEVENTEEN ;; steve rogers + wet dream
DAY EIGHTEEN ;; scott lang + body worship
DAY NINETEEN ;; tony stark + dirty talk
DAY TWENTY ;; sam wilson - breathplay
DAY TWENTY-ONE ;; bucky barnes + tummy bulge
DAY TWENTY-TWO ;; steve rogers + hair pulling
DAY TWENTY-THREE ;; peter parker + mutual masturbation
DAY TWENTY-FOUR ;; scott lang + squirting
DAY TWENTY-FIVE ;; bucky barnes + dry humping
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springdandelixn · 1 year
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Lost and Found
Soft!Dark!Steve x Plus size!Reader
Summary: Steve will stop at nothing to find you again.
Warnings: 18+ content, smut, bathroom sex, body shaming, stalker tendencies
Today is Friday and it’s time to post some FREAKY Friday drabbles! Inspiration for this fic will be here. 
This may simply be a drabble but your comments and likes are highly appreciated. Reblogs would be fantastic as it would help this story flourish. And as always, love you all and I hope you enjoy! 💙 Un-betad so may have some mistakes but y’know, we ain’t perfect and that’s okay.
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Steve’s hands run up your curves as he stares down at your face, your cheeks red and eyes hooded as he thrusts his hips against yours. Your hands gripping tightly on his shoulders, tilting your head back while he grabs the chance to press his lips against the exposed skin, latching on a patch of skin before sucking a bruise onto it. 
Your moans resonate within the enclosed lavatory, Steve’s muffled groans mixing into the air when he feels your pussy clench tightly around his cock. He pulls away from your neck and faces you once more, capturing your lips with his and pulling you into a passionate kiss while he relentlessly slams himself into you, his thick shaft sliding deeper and stretching you wider. 
His hand then reaches down to grab onto your thick ass, fingers digging into your flesh and a subtle grin forms on his lips at the moan you release when you pull away from the kiss. 
Blue eyes never leave your hooded ones, Steve focusing on your face, relishing in the sight of you consumed by pleasure. The pleasure that he solely gives, and desires to give you all that he can. 
A groan erupts from him once more when his spine tingles, his cock throbbing against your walls, feeling the coil at the pit of his stomach turn tightly, his balls contracting as he feels himself reaching closer to his limit. 
He wants it to last. Never wanting this moment of bliss to end. To continue seeing your face twisting in ecstasy. But your hand tightens on his shoulder, whimpering his name and the sound only drives him to fuck you harder, to fuck you faster, loving how your body jiggles against his eager movements. 
“Steve—“ You call his name and from the way your cunt squeezes him, he knows it’s a sign to tell him you’re close.
“That’s it, Doll.” He coaxes, hips unrelenting of its eager pace. His hand reaches down to flick his finger against your clit, the silent gasp you release making him smirk at his further stimulation of your body. “Come for your Captain.” 
“Yes, s—sir,” your voice comes out garbled but even as such, it’s music to Steve’s ears. 
A low moan then escapes him when he feels your body writhe against his, his arms wrapping around you to pull you flush against his chest when your walls tighten around his shaft and your legs shake, your juices coating him in a warm embrace when you finally find your release.
Your orgasm triggers his own and he growls against your ear, pulling himself out of you in an instant before stroking his cock and shooting his seeds against your inner thigh. His chest heaves as he pushes every drop out of him, catching his breath and chuckling when turns to face you, seeing you leaning against his chest. 
“Did I tire you out, Doll?” He asks and the tired smile on your face is enough for him to take your lips once more with his. 
-
He tucks himself back in his pants and reaches over the tissue dispenser to grab a couple of sheets before wiping you clean from his spend. A soft whimper leaves your lips when he brushes slightly closer to your cunt and it takes every fiber for Steve not to get down on his knees and have you come once more with only his mouth. 
He helps you right your panties, his hand running down the curve of your plump ass as he smooths your skirt down. His hands rest on your thick waist, inhaling sharply with how you fill his hands, giving it a light squeeze that has you pressing your hands against his chest. 
“You were amazing, Doll.” He says in a low voice. “I’ve never had bathroom sex before.” 
You laugh and it makes his heart skip a beat, wanting nothing more than to hear that sound over and over again. 
“I’ve never had sex with great Captain America.” You argue, a grin painting your lips. “So I guess we’re even.” 
He leans down when he sees you lean forward, his arms wrapping around your waist tight when you press a kiss to his cheek. His eyes then grow wide in confusion when you suddenly pull away, making your way toward the door. 
“Wait.” He calls before you can leave. “What’s your name?” 
But he frowns when you simply giggle at him, the loud music from outside flooding the small bathroom when you open the door, giving him a playful wink before leaving him alone. 
-
Sharon moans loudly on top of him as she impales herself on his repeatedly. Steve groans while holding her waist, guiding her on his cock but his hands don’t feel right, not the right size, and the voice echoing throughout his room is wrong. Not the right pitch.
He shakes his head and grips her hips tighter, bending his knees to thrust in her harder, pushing himself back into their passionate moment. But images of you constantly fill his head. Your face glowing in the heat of pleasure, your voice soft and full of desire as you took his cock. How your body felt soft against his, filling his hands wherever he held.
A growl leaves his lips in frustration and he pushes Sharon off of him, a yelp erupting from her in surprise. He pushes himself off the bed and drops his feet to the side, leaning his elbows against his thighs before burying his face in his hands. It’s not right. She’s not you. 
“Steve?” Sharon calls to him and Steve flinches when he feels her hand rest on his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”
“It’s nothing.” He grunts and stands from the bed, picking up his clothes from the ground and putting them on. 
“Then why did you stop? Why are you leaving?” There’s panic in her voice but it only adds to the irritation that’s bubbling within him. “Talk to me, Stevie.”
No. She shouldn’t call him that. He only wants one person to call him that. 
“You’re too thin.” Steve huffs and the shock on Sharon’s face does nothing, only urges him to leave even more. “Why don’t you eat more? You’re all—skin and bones.” He shakes his head, grabbing his leather jacket from where it hangs before leaving his room, thankful that the door closing behind him silences Sharon’s cries. 
He walks down the hall, frowning as your face continues to plague his mind; your smile, your eyes, the sound of your giggle and your moans, your soft body—everything running into him all at once. He must find you and he will stop at nothing until he does. 
His feet stop in front of Tony’s lab. His eyes scan the frosted double doors, hearing the sounds of machines and tools at work from beyond. Taking a deep breath, he pushes his thumb against the pad at the side, walking past the threshold when the barrier opens for him. 
“To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Cap?” Tony asks, welding tool in hand, sparks flying from the suit he’s working on. 
“I need your help,” Steve says, his tone serious.
“On what? Pop culture?”
“Finding someone.”
-
He stands at the curb. His eyes cast upon the building before him before looking down at the post-it in his hand. He’s in the right place but he wants to be sure that Tony wasn’t lying to him. Taking a deep breath, he crosses the street, hands clenching in nervousness before he looks for the number of your apartment on the buzzer box.
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“Hello?” Your voice comes from the intercom after he’s pressed the button. A wide smile forming on his lips as he takes in the beautiful sound. 
“I found you.”
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Polyamorous: Apple Pie Life
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes
Warning: Pure fluff and a bit of smut
The First kiss |  The first touch | Moving In | The day they left for war | Found you | The day Stark found out | Big Change | The Train | The Plane | Alone | Unfortunate sequences of events | I know her | The Resturant part 1 | The Resturant part 2 | It’s me | You can keep her | He’s okay with that | Mama loves me | Kissing Captain | Kissing Winter | Healing | Hurt | We’ll Wait | Memories | Prude | Whore | Put in her place | The day Stark Jr. Found out | Now you know |  Nursing | Like a Virgin | Morning After | The Catacombs | Off with her head | Grieving the Insane | Let me make it up to you | Punishment | Spiderling pt1 | Spiderling pt2 | Twentieth-century love | The new we can imagine | Connection | Please, marry me | Walk me | Stand with me | Final touches | I Do | Honeymoon | A moment of Paradise | Pictures from Paradise | The Fever | The bad days | Let’s talk about it | Practice makes perfect pt1 | Practice makes perfect pt2 | Seed | Unknown Stolen | unfulfilled Duties | Talking Emotion | Next Step | Holy Shit!! | First steps to hope | She’s Awake | Nicknames | The Mother and The father | The Boy | The Name Game |Talking | Not Ready | No Boy | Returning lust | Seven Days (pt1) | Seven Days (pt2) | Seven Days (pt3) | Seven Days (Final Part) | Tears of Joy | Apple Pie Life
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(Y/n) took a step back and looked at her hard work. She was quite proud of herself she got it all done in a timely manner as well, two hours less than she thought. Clapping from behind startled her. Spinning around, she found Bucky. He seemed proud as well.
"I thought it would take you longer"
"I did as well. I forgot that one, I'm semi-retired/ part-time, and two, I can't keep as many private medical files here as I want as it's not " secure' "
Bucky gave side-eye, but she waved him off, not giving him a reason to show her how secure the place truly was. She was not giving him an excuse to pull out another hidden arsenal. She was already aware of the one in the living room, kitchen, and bedroom she wished to remain ignorant of the rest. Although she knew he would reveal every spot to her by the end of the month.
"You're missing something," she turned, looking at him confused. Stepping forward, Bucky pulled something from behind him and set it on her desk amongst her knick-knacks. It was a family photo. Their picnic at the park. It even had an adorable flower frame.
"awe," she cootied
"And now Your office is complete."
"Actually, there is one thing that we forgot," she said as she pulled him to her desk. At first, he was a bit confused and let her pull him along, but he quickly got the memo when she plopped her little ass on that desk, spread her legs, and lifted her dress. " we got to christen it," she giggled as she unlatched his belt. He stopped her.
"As much as I'd love to, and yes, darling, I would very much love to. " She started to pout. He kissed her pout " we still have work to do, and our daughter and husband are still wondering about. I'd hate for a specific one of those two walks in on us."
(Y/n) groaned, she really wanted it but she knew he was right. Adulting sucked. "Later?"
"Yeah, you can have us both later, preferably when she's out of the house, I promise" She continued to pout and re-buckle his belt. Hopping off the desk, she leaned into him. He groaned as she cupped a feel of him and squeezed.
"I'll hold you to that."
And with that, her peppy smile returned, and she was off to find their daughter.
Bucky looked down at his new problem and sighed. Maybe he should have taken her offer.
-
"Hi," (Y/n) poked her head into Ash's room. "Oh, this is amazing," she said as she looked around her room. "Oh, I love this," she said, approaching the wall next to her bed it had hanging fairy lights as well as hanging pictures of friends and family ( she ignored that the wall contained 70% Peter, The guys would definitely 'enjoy' this").
"I'm printing more, and the others are sending me more. Those I don't put on the wall, I'm going to put in our photo album," Ash said as she motioned to the collection of photos untouched on her desk.
"Can I see?"
Flipping through the photos, one could easily see how the family had grown with their time together. See how Ash has changed, no longer tensed and scared but relaxed and comfortable. And talking more too. Of course, her mouth wasn't running a mile a minute, but she could hold a conversation better than before. One could see them becoming a family over time within these photos. And you could also see Ash and Peter slowly getting closer, that was going to be a cutie relationship when it happened.
"really making it all your own."
"I'd like it to be," Ash said as she took her Pikachu plushie and hugged it tight. She was just so adorable (Y/n) rushed around the bed to squeeze her tight and drown her in kisses. Ash screamed and giggled as her mother suffocated her with love.
" I Love you," (Y/n) whispered, and her breathless daughter simply nodded. It was until (Y/n) was at her door about to leave did she speak.
" I love you too".
-
The house was officially done. Furniture was set, Pictures up, everything in its place, and now the security system was in place. This house was now a home.
Bucky sighed as he entered the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he took off his shirt. It was then that he realized and began to appreciate the layout of their bathroom.
The bathroom was right in front of the bed, and right in front of the door was their large jacuzzi bathtub which currently held his beautiful wife and husband in a bubble bath. Who were both in an affectionate embrace.
"I love this bathroom," Bucky said as he leaned on the door frame watching his lovers. He watched as his husband took his wife's nipples into his mouth. She moaned as he bites down slightly leaning back she saw Bucky standing there.
"Come join us," she said as she pushed Steve away slightly and made the come hither motion at Bucky. "Let's christen the tub"
"Really couldn't wait, could you" he kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt.
"we did, we waited all day," she said as she moved to lean over the edge of the tub. "Don't want to wait anymore" She pulled him forward by his belt. Pulling it off and tossing it across the bathroom and unzipping his pants.
"Eager, aren't we"
"Like she said, we've been waiting all day," Steve said as he pulled Bucky's pants to his knees.
"Two against one. Give us what we want," she said, kissing his thigh
"Take it"
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(Y/n) grabbed the base of his dick, and Steve kissed the tip of his dick. She came up and licked his length. Their lips met, kissing the tip. Bucky bit his lip as he watched Steve take his length in his mouth. He moaned when (Y/n) tugged on his balls.
She stood up, dripping wet, and pulled him into a kiss he moaned as Steve swallowed around him. "feels good, doesn't it" (Y/n) whispered against his lips.
Steve pulled away, taking (Y/n) with him she giggled as he pulled her back down into the water.
Bucky kicked his pants off the rest of the way and got into the tub. He cursed when the water overflowed. (Y/n) laughed "it's okay, it's okay. We'll clean up later. Just kiss us now" He did, first kissing her and then him. He returned to kiss her and put her on the tub's edge.
"I want a taste," Bucky said, spreading her legs. She closed her eyes and leaned back. He kissed the sensitive spots of her thighs she became breathless as he slid his tongue through her folds and whined as he kissed her clit. She tugged on his hair, pulling him closer she wanted more. She moaned as he thrust his tongue into her entrance, nosing and rubbing her clit.
She was pleasantly startled when he moaned against her. She opened her eyes to find Steve behind Bucky, kissing along his neck and shoulders, his hands disappearing under the water and bubbles. By the way his arms were moving and with Bucky's noises, it was clear what was happening underneath the waves.
Unable to focus with his tongue Bucky switched to his fingers, slipping three fingers inside of her and pumping them up at a sloppy pace.
(Y/n) pushed his hand away and lowered herself into the water. Leaning over Bucky, she pulled Steve into a heated kiss. Slipping her tongue into his mouth she could still taste their husband on his tongue. She moans against his lips, and she pressed her chest against Buckys. Her hands join Steve's pumping him and fondling his balls.
Bucky moaned and whimpered. Between them tugging his underwater and the moans in his ears he was quickly unraveling.
"Fuck, Fuck I'm going to .....I'm -what?!" Steve and (y/n) both pulled their hands away "why?!" Bucky cried breathlessly, heaving.
"Relax, we're just moving this to the bedroom, " Steve said, kissing him.
"Come on, let us christen the bedroom," (Y/n) said as she stood up and let out the water.
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Steve was the first to wake up. Waking up to the sound of chirping birds and the light from the window shining over the sheets. Next to him was Bucky, and on the other side of him, (y/n) lay on his chest. Steve watched as his wife and husband slept peacefully, beautifully. Quietly and skillfully, he crawled out of bed and found his sketch pad. Taking a seat in the corner of the room, he began to sketch the beauty in front of him.
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Sometime later, Bucky woke up feeling around the bed, he found his wife but not his husband. Feeling around the bed some more, he felt a piece of paper Picking up the paper and opening his eyes, he sees a sketch of him and his wife.
"What is it" (Y/n) asks, sleep still evident in her voice.
" It appears our husband has been up for a while." He shows her the sketch.
It's of them, (Y/n) curled up into his side, a hand on his chest over his heart. Bucky had one arm around her shoulders, holding her close, the other laid out as if waiting for Steve's return. The sheets were up to their waist, and the shading showed the light.
"How does he do that?" (Y/n) asked
"I don't know"
"I'm going to start a scrapbook of all his loose sketches." (Y/n) says, taking the sketch from him. Kissing his chest, she got up, dressed, and tucked the sketch away.
-
"what's happening here?" (Y/n) asked as she entered the kitchen Bucky followed her.
"Breakfast," Ash said, showing her plate of pancakes. " Pancakes, eggs, sausage, bacon, fruit. Which are blueberries, strawberries, oranges, or bananas if you want."
(Y/n) came up, kissing her daughter's forehead, and hugged her tight.
"Thank you, both of you," Bucky said as he pulled Steve from the stove and kissed him.
"just wanted a nice breakfast in our new home," Steve shrugged as he plated the food. "Come on let us eat"
(Y/n) stood back, arms wrapped around herself, watching her husbands and daughter finish setting up the table and plating food before taking their seats. Bucky was complimenting them on the food. Ash looked quite happy to explain all she had done to help.
She listened as her Buckt gushed over their daughter's cooking, and Steve praised her skills in the kitchen and asked when they'd see more of her cooking. (Y/n) sat down with them.
Ash's smile, Steve and Bucky's laughter. The smell of a home-cooked meal and the warmth of a family. It truly was a dream she had never dreamt. And looking out the window, she giggled. They had a picket white fence.
"You got that look on your face again," Bucky commented, and he brought her hand to his lips for a kiss. It was a face of pure joy. She'd sit there and smile and giggle at whatever triggered it. Something they had gotten used to in the last few weeks. An expression of full satisificaltion and happiness. And it seemed right now that the fence had triggered it.
"Hey?" everyone turned to her " Later ...can we make apple pie?"
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ronearoundblindly · 1 year
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Autumn Is Healing (Oct 3rd)
Flufftober Day Three--Thick as Thieves
drabble for steve rogers x super soldier!reader (see previous or series)
Summary: Having the same Hydra training has its perks. You and Bucky take on a challenge from the team. No warnings just fluff and humor. WC ~1k
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“You are not psychic,” Sam scoffs. “No. No way.”
Bucky leans back on the couch in the common room. “Not psychic, but we could do it. I know we'd get every one of them right.”
“You’ll cheat. You know all the cards.”
“Make them,” you say casually. “Yeah, Sam, how about you make them? That way they aren’t predictable.”
“Seems fair,” Nat mutters, pointed and loud to make sure Sam is outnumbered.
“I’m not betting on that,” Sam grunts.
Clint raises his hand, Natasha, too. “We will.”
You glance at Bucky. You’re not excited about being bet on, but it is a kind of fun party trick and one of the only non-harmful uses for intense Hydra training. “For or against us?”
“If Sam’s against, then I’m all for it,” Clint waggles his eyebrows.
Sam tightens his arms across his chest, lips pursed. “They’re gonna cheat. Probably use morse code.”
“Agreed.”
The whole room turns to see Steve leaning in the doorway.
“I’ll be on Sam’s side.”
Your shoulders drop. Against you? Steve doesn’t think you can do it? That hurts until you see a wicked little smirk tip the corner of his mouth.
“Ok, Rogers. Thank you.” Sam relaxes. “What’s the prize?”
Nat stands to get paper and pens. “I say we make the cards first. We can figure out the wager when we see the difficulty.”
“How about each of you makes a card, traditional or a shape, and we’ll both guess two?” You’re nervous to suggest it, but it would be enough to prove Bucky’s point. Steve watches you carefully, taking the offered pen from Nat. “What? We don’t wanna be here all day.”
“Ok, but you have to get all of them right. No winning on a fluke.” Sam points to the kitchen. “Go over there, cheaters, no peeking!”
Bucky and you sigh, leaving the quartet to start their cards.
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You and Bucky keep your hands behind your back. It’s all about body language and eye contact.
Sam insists that Bucky turn away when you are shown your first card, so there’s no chance Bucky could see its reflection in your eyes or something. He’s clearly skeptical but nervous about losing.
Nine of spades.
Ok. That’s pretty straightforward. First, you glance down to indicate darker. Black not red. Shift your eyes to the left for an odd number but keep your gaze slightly higher than horizontal. Not the highest but close to a royal. Finally, you blink slowly, smoothly, to match the smooth shape of the suit.
“Nine of spades,” Bucky blurts, “easy.”
You can’t help but laugh as Sam can’t find anything to critique as disqualifying.
Next, Bucky gets shown his first card.
He snorts immediately then gets serious and stares right at Steve.
“Square,” you yell.
“WHAT,” Steve shouts, “oh come on!”
Nat and Clint and Sam are in stitches.
“He’s not even the one who wrote the card,” Clint howls, “but they got you, Cap.”
It’s Steve’s turn to look at you a little disappointed, cheeks tinged pink above a forced frown. “I’m not a—“
“Next,” Bucky calls.
Sam shows you a neat, near-perfect circle that’s been meticulously shaded.
Ok, slightly harder, but you’ve got this. With an open stance, you relax first your neck, then your shoulders, then your diaphragm, softening your expression till your lips are slack. Round. You’re going around your body with manipulations. You sway back and forth gently, making the gesture three-dimensional.
“Sphere,” Bucky says with slight hesitation, but he’s still right.
Everyone seems fairly impressed, but you just look over at Steve and grin at his sly use of depth to make that difficult. You don’t break away from watching him (as he watches you, too) until Buck’s been shown his second card.
The room goes quiet although you and Bucky can’t speak or make noise to help each other.
He squints his eyes without blinking.
Fuck, it’s not a number or a shape, but he does then blink quickly. It has points, so none of the letters with a curve. That narrows it down significantly. A tick-up with his head means it’s a capital. Uh boy. This is gonna be tricky. That’s fifteen options. He looks to his left so it's not a vowel, and his gaze is not quite to the floor degrees so it's early on in the alphabet.
“Sam," you gripe, "did you write the letter ‘F’ for Falcon?”
Nat and Clint erupt in belly laughs on the couch.
Sam fumes. “The hell, you two?! That’s freaky.”
Steve covers his mouth with his hand, but from the look of his tight cheeks, he’s smiling under there.
Sam kicks at the back of the couch. “Man, I’m gonna go broke on this.”
“Wait, no,” you rush forward, panicking that this might actually make Sam dislike you a little bit. “That’s not necessary. What was the amount?”
“Losers have to take you two out to dinner at the most expensive place in the city,” Clint announces proudly, “and since you super soldiers have appetites like hippos, that’s bound to cost a pretty penny.”
Bucky strides over and tries to lean into Sam. “Aww, Sammy, if you wanted to go on a date so bad—“
Sam pushes Bucky off, but he’s failing to hide amusement. “I still say you cheated.”
“You put your own initial on a card,” you interject lovingly. “I’d say you made it easy, but no, you just made it obvious.”
“One more round,” Sam says with a finger up in Bucky’s chuckling face.
“No,” Nat and Clint jump simultaneously.
“Fair is fair, Sam.” Steve shrugs, licking his bottom lip before glancing up at you through his lashes. “I owe this lady a dinner.”
“I’m going to eat so much steak, man,” Bucky cracks as he swings an arm over Sam’s shoulders. “If I go on a run right before, I could easily eat a stack of filets.”
As the others all gather back on the couches, lounging to figure out their next distraction, you touch and smooth over your hair, blocking Steve’s unrelenting stare for a second.
“Nice job,” he whispers before heading to his seat again.
You stifle a shit-eating grin. “Thanks, loser.”
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[Day Two; Day Four]
[Chronological Next Part]
[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]
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justkookin · 1 year
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Grand Reopening!!!
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Hi! My name is Brooke and I am the owner and chef of this restaurant. After having to close my resturant for a while, I am happy to announce that I am reopening! 
If you would love a ship, headcanon, or fic, please stop by my restaurant and see what I have to offer! I write for many different fandoms and I would love to see you stop by :D
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thequeenofwands777 · 2 years
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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗬𝗗𝗥𝗔 | 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗩𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗫 𝗠𝗔𝗗𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗛𝗬𝗗𝗥𝗔!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 | 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘: 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗚𝗜𝗙𝗧
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Synopsis — Captain America; America’s golden boy, and the world’s most righteous man.
He’s known by many names. But never once did anyone think Captain Hydra would be on that list.
Speculations were made, but no one could ever figure out the true reason for his defection.
Until now.
A fic documenting Captain Rogers’ indoctrination process into the criminal terrorist organization known as Hydra, and your role in it.
Pairing(s) — Steve Rogers x Reader
Fandom — Marvel
Status — in progress. Masterlist Chapter Two
Warning(s) — Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Swearing, Angst, Referenced Past Child Abuse, Canon Typical Violence, Manipulation, Power Imbalance
Tag(s) — Enemies to Lovers, Dark Comedy, Alternate Universe, Eventual Smut, Madame Hydra!Reader, Grey!Reader, Grey!Steve Rogers, Mean Steve Rogers, They’ve got history, Improper Use of Formalities, Pussy Power,  I Do Not Endorse Hydra, Let’s Pretend They’re Not Nazis in This, Just Assholes, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Author’s Note — Dialogue in italics are sentences spoken in German
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The late morning sun beamed down on the snow-covered forest below, threatening to melt it away, and in turn, melt away the steady sheet of camouflage over your base. 
“Viper, what’s your ETA ?” Dr. Faustus, the malevolent doctor that had been appointed by the Supreme Council of Hydra themselves as your second-in-command, asked through the comms. 
You had just been attending a few galas down in the states, selling your values to some very important people, and were on the flight back to the training and recruitment headquarters now. 
“10 minutes maximum.” You replied, before taking another sip of your celebratory champagne. It had been a successful trip. The underlying note of anticipation in his voice made you raise a brow. “...Why?”
He chuckled, making your intrigue spike. “We’ve got a little surprise for you.” 
You cracked a smile, flashing your sharpened canines to the pilot. “Looking forward to it.” 
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As soon as the jet landed, you were off. The conversation before had made you impatient, eager to see what they had in store for you. 
The thin heels of your stilettos clicked against the dull concrete floors, signaling your return to all under your command. Some ‘Welcome back, Madame’s from your subordinates followed you down to your destination, the eastern cell block.
“Ah, Dr. Faustus,” You called out to the smug-looking man posted at the entrance doors, who startled upon hearing your voice. You smirked. “Come to welcome me home?” 
He chuckled. “Of course, I’ve even got your homecoming gift all wrapped up the way you like it. ” He said as he gestured with his arm, urging you towards the only occupied cell in the block.
The two of you soon arrived at the guarded cell doors, and strangely Dr. Faustus had yet to explain your surprise. The man abruptly turned and without a word passed you a simple black folder. 
Flipping through its content, you paused on one of the pictures. Labeled as taken just a few hours ago. It was him, he was finally here. “Is that who I think it is?” You gasped.
“Yes, Madame.” He replied, his thick accent bleeding through his english even more than yours did. “ We found him ‘wandering’ around the perimeter a week ago. We had thought we were done for, our operation spoiled.”
As he spoke, your gaze fell onto the photograph once more. He looked so peaceful, no trace of his usual stoicness as sleep smoothed out his features, making his frozen appearance look even younger somehow in the slivered moonlight. You found yourself lost committing to memory every mole and scar marring his warm beige skin. 
“-But the sedative you ordered made worked just as intended, he dropped like a fly. And we’ve found that if you lessen the dosage, containment is possible.” 
You instantaneously snapped your head up in Faustus' direction, hardly able to contain your excitement now. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, Madame.” He smiled smugly, flashing you his rotting teeth, effectively ruining the moment and making your lip curl.
“Faustus, what did I say?” You sighed, dropping your gaze back to the snapshot, no one should have to see that.
His eyes widened and he quickly clapped a hand over his mouth. “Sorry, Madame.”
“It’s alright, just let me see him.” You said, eager to see the Captain again.
Inside the cell, Steve had slowly started to regain consciousness. The first thing he noticed were the pairs of hands holding him down by the shoulders, making his padded knees dig into the hard linoleum tiles below him, cold seeping up from the floor right into his bones. A shudder ran through him. 
Steve lurched forward, trying to break free but he only managed to bow his head. A pained grunt left him. He tried to scan his surroundings, but it was no use with the pounding in his head, coupled with the doubling of his vision.
The guards noticed his pathetic struggle and exchanged a smug look. The Captain definitely wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.  
Outside the cell’s thick concrete walls, Dr. Faustus sent a nod to the guard before a loud beep rung out and the seals on the heavy metal doors were released.
Steve’s head lifted at the sound of doors opening, squinting at the intrusion of brightness and then watching as two figures broke through it. As they got closer, he could just barely make out their features. 
The first was a well-dressed woman with half of her face hidden behind a curtain of glossy hair, whose wide and bright eye gave the appearance of mania. There was a tall, stocky man at her heels, with a conniving look seemingly etched permanently into his features.
Your heart squeezed at his condition. His hands were in his lap bound with electro-magnetic cuffs, and he was on his knees with two guards flanking him on either side.
“Captain Rogers,” You waited for a flicker of recognition to cross his masked features, a widening of the eyes, a sharp intake of breath, anything. He remained stoic as ever. “We meet again-” 
“Where am I!” He shouted, cutting you off. You sighed but maintained your composure, turning your attention back to the file, flipping to the field report. No matter, in time he will come around.
“We are in a Hydra training facility. One known to most as the Keep,” You shrugged as if what you had said was the most mundane thing in the world. You gauged for a reaction once again. Not even a blink. Interesting. “But you knew that already.” 
The two guards shared a puzzled look, while a restrained smile began to grace Dr. Faustus’ features. The Captain’s eyes widened under his mask. 
You clapped the file shut and walked a few steps closer now, looking down your nose at him. “That’s why you are here, isn’t it? One doesn’t just end up thousands of miles into the German wilderness by coincidence. Correct, Captain?” 
Steve remained silent. 
“I’ll take your silence as a yes. Now, let’s get that uncomfortable thing off, shall we?” You asked the latter with a kinder tone, making Faustus hide a smile. It was common knowledge that his Lieutenant had a soft spot for the Star Spangled Man with a Plan. 
Steve watched as you slowly reached out your hand but hesitated over the buckle of his helmet, as if waiting for his permission to proceed. Quickly you recovered though, unclasping it with strange ease .  
You gently pulled the helmet off before stashing it away under your arm. Steve’s brows furrowed. It seemed even a feather-light touch was pushing the boundaries, so you stepped back slightly. “Better, Captain?”
Steve simply blinked. 
“Secure him and leave.” You ordered, to which the guards complied right away, no questions asked. The sedative still had Steve feeling groggy, giving him no other choice but to comply as well. 
He dropped his head in defeat as they pulled him up to a standing position before connecting his odd-looking handcuffs to a chain hanging from the ceiling. 
You tsked, lifting his chin with your forefinger. “None of that, Captain. You’re in safe hands now.” You whispered after the heavy metal doors slammed shut. 
Steve’s face scrunched up in disgust and he tore himself away from you with a scoff, the chains above him momentarily rattling. “Don’t touch me.”
You simply smiled, taking a few steps back of your own. “No worries, Liebling. We have all the time in the world now to get acquainted.” 
“‘All the time in the world’?” He scoffed again, making you raise a brow in anticipation of his harsh words. “You’re lucky if you get one week with me before my team comes around. And if it’s not them, it’ll be me getting myself out of here.”
“Sure you will,” You said, voice but a whisper. Steve's gaze followed you as you retreated to the cell doors before pausing and looking back at him over your shoulder, unintentionally exposing to him the mangled skin hiding beneath that wall of glossy hair. “If you decide that’s what you really want.” You added, before leaving him to decipher what the hell that meant.
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Steve Rogers x horse rider!reader
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Warning ⚠️: injuries, fluff, blood and horses just in case some of y’all don’t like them.
Summary: While during a practice you’re horse decides to just stop and throw you off causing some bad injuries. Who will help?
You decided to wake up early to practice with your horse for the next race. You’ve been riding horses since you were 13. You are now 26. Not only were you a horse girl but you were also an avenger so you were pretty tough. You didn’t have any powers. You were just good at fighting like Natasha.
After putting on your boots and grabbing your helmet you walk out of your bedroom to the kitchen to grab a super quick breakfast. When you turned the corner you saw Steve sitting at the counter eating cereal. “Morning.” You said stepping into the kitchen to get. “You’re up early.” He responded. “I’m going to go train my horse for the next race.” He looked up at you confused. “You ride horses?” “Yeah. I have been for about 12 years.” After you’re response he looked back down at his cereal. “When is you’re next race?” He asked looking back up at you
“In 3 days.” You answered he nodded his head. You grabbed you food and headed out. “See you later Steve.” Then you shut the door on your way to the stable. It was only a 10 minute walk.
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You finally arrived at the stable. You walked over to your horse and put on the saddle and everything else. You strapped on your helmet and mounted your horse walking it over to the training park of the stable. Everything was going great your horse was listening to everything you told her to do and was doing great with her jumps and trots. You were probably training for about 45 minutes and then she just stopped. “You’re okay.” She still stood there. “Come on girl.” You said kicking her softly to get her going again. She started to freak out and go hay wire.
You were freaking out yourself she kept running around the place and spinning with you on her. You tried to get control of her again when she kicked you off and you flew a few feet in the air and crashed on the floor. “Ow.” “Y/n!” You heard someone say you couldn’t tell who but you recognized the voice and looked up but everything was blurry and black dots started to flog your vision. “Y/n! Stay with me!” You felt someone’s arms pick you up then everything went black.
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You woke up in your bed. You sat up with a huge headache like a horse was sitting on your head. “Slow down there.” You looked over to see a man you’ve never seen. “Who are you?” “What do you mean. I’m Steve you don’t remember me?” He had a mix of hurt and confusion in his eyes. “No I’m sorry.” He got up and left but moments later returned with a doctor. “Y/n do you remember anything?” “I remember being thrown of of my horse and someone picking me up and then everything went black.” You responded. “Do you know where you are?” “Home.” Was all you needed to say. “Okay do you remember anyone here?” Then people came in my room. “Some of them.” “Who don’t you remember?” You pointed at a few people. (Steve and Natasha.) “Okay. We’ll get some rest and we’ll see if you remember them tomorrow.” He said getting up. “Wait. Where’s my horse?” “I put her back in her stall.” The man who said he was Steve. “Oh thank you.” Then everyone left. Leaving you there to sit there and think. You’re head hurt a lot and looking down you say you’re arm was in a cast. You looked around your room seeing a lot of pictures of people. Some you recognized some you didn’t. You say the red head the you pointed to earlier. In the picture you guys were hugging smiling at the camera. “Natasha.” You did remember her! Now you have to try to remember… Steve. You looked for a photo and find one with everyone. Steve was standing next you and Tony. Then a bunch of memories suddenly came to your head. That horse must have done a lot of damage to my head even with a helmet on. You decided to go to sleep. Maybe then I’ll have my memory back.
Next morning you look around nothing has changed then you slowly start to remember stuff. Like your snacks under your bed. Then you remember Steve. You walk out of your room to Steve’s you knock on the door and it opens showing a very confused Steve. “Y/n?” “Steve I think I remember you now.” “Really?” He ask excited and looking not so tired now. “Yeah. I do. You’re Captain America.” His happy face faded. “That’s all you remember of me?” “I thought you would be happy for me to remember something about you.” “Well I’m way more than Captain America.” “I know but I don’t remember much, I mean I got thrown off a horse.” “Yet you remember everyone else.” “Steve I’m still trying.” “Yeah whatever.” He then shuts the door in my face. “Ugh.” You go back to your room to try to remember more. You look for pictures and eventually find a few. You focus trying to unlock more memories. You slowly started to. Steve rogers. Your friend for 5 years. The first to welcome you. You wrote all this down. Everything you remember. Then you remember you have a race. You fold the paper and slip it under his door. You headed out to go to the race. A few moments later you got you’re horse ready for the race. You looked at the crowd finding Natasha and Tony. Steve. He was there! You focused back to your horse. You remembered that you have to win. Have too. 3. 2. 1. You were off. You were in last place but it didn’t worry you. You knew you have 3 laps to do. Plenty of time. You horse was fast catching up more and more. Than came the jumps. Easy. You’re horse was the best getting first for 2 laps. You heard the crowd cheering. “Come on girl. You got this.” It seemed like you horse understood and went even faster towards the jumps once again. Everyone was far behind. Your horse was fast and went through the jumps like she’s been doing it for years! The line was so close. Going closer. Your horse went faster. Than you crossed the line. You won! You looked over to see all your friends cheering you on. You stepped up after everyone got to the end and they put the medal over your head and gave you the trophy. Another to add to the collection. You walked up to your friends as they wrapped you in a huge hug. You took longer hugging Steve. “Good job Y/N.” “Thanks Steve.” You guys walked hand in hand to the parking lot with your horse being loaded up in the trailer you hooked up to your truck.
THE END
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Help!!. I was reading a fic and Tumblr closed out and i didn't even get the chance to read it and like it. It started with Steve asking reader for a favor, ( she's some secretary) he drives her out of the city to a secluded cabin. In the cabin is Bucky. Steve makes reader put on a dress and takes her to the room Bucky's in.
It's a recent fic, cause it was on my recommendations. Help!!
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espinosaurusrexex · 1 year
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today's imagine is for my heartbreak people - hope you'll like it💕
(Will be posted later:))
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moonxnite · 3 months
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y’all ever fantasize about a fictional character a little too hard to the point you’re convinced you should be admitted to a mental hospital?
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Polyamorous: Epilogue
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes
Warning: Pure fluff and Happiness
The First kiss |  The first touch | Moving In | The day they left for war | Found you | The day Stark found out | Big Change | The Train | The Plane | Alone | Unfortunate sequences of events | I know her | The Resturant part 1 | The Resturant part 2 | It’s me | You can keep her | He’s okay with that | Mama loves me | Kissing Captain | Kissing Winter | Healing | Hurt | We’ll Wait | Memories | Prude | Whore | Put in her place | The day Stark Jr. Found out | Now you know |  Nursing | Like a Virgin | Morning After | The Catacombs | Off with her head | Grieving the Insane | Let me make it up to you | Punishment | Spiderling pt1 | Spiderling pt2 | Twentieth-century love | The new we can imagine | Connection | Please, marry me | Walk me | Stand with me | Final touches | I Do | Honeymoon | A moment of Paradise | Pictures from Paradise | The Fever | The bad days | Let’s talk about it | Practice makes perfect pt1 | Practice makes perfect pt2 | Seed | Unknown Stolen | unfulfilled Duties | Talking Emotion | Next Step | Holy Shit!! | First steps to hope | She’s Awake | Nicknames | The Mother and The father | The Boy | The Name Game |Talking | Not Ready | No Boy | Returning lust | Seven Days (pt1) | Seven Days (pt2) | Seven Days (pt3) | Seven Days (Final Part) | Tears of Joy | Apple Pie Life
Epilogue
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Steve kept his eyes closed as his husband trailed kisses along his jaw, his tongue down his neck, hickies down his chest. How he loved his husband and his touches. He hummed as he wrapped his lips around his nipples and hissed when he bit down.
"I knew you were awake," Bucky said as he kissed his nipple as an apology.
"I was just enjoying your kisses, your touches."
"Really," Bucky said as he continued to trail kisses down his chest moving further down, he settled himself between his legs he tugged out his waistband. " well, you're about to enjoy a whole lot-"
Both men were startled by a series of knocks on the door. Both men sighed Steve sat up against the headboard and placed a pillow in his lap because it rolled off of Steve and onto his elbow. He smiled, looking up at Steve, who was upset and covering up his tall friend.
"Daddy? Dad? Are you awake?" asked a little voice behind the door.
"Wide awake, sweetheart"
" I can't reach, I can't open the door. Help!"
They chuckled Bucky moved to get up, but the door was already opened. " Thank you," the little voice said as he came in carrying a glass of juice in each arm.
"Happy Father's Day," the little fella yelled at the top of his little Lunges. Ash followed him, carrying a tray of food.
"Happy Father's Day, Ian made you guys Breakfast"
"you did this for us, Buddy" Bucky picked him up, helping him to bed with them. Kissing his little blonde head as he came.
"Mommy helped with the Bacon and Ash with Pancakes," the young boy spoke matter-factly.
"Thank you, Ian"
Ian, Ian Roger -Barnes.
Shortly after moving into their home, the trouple approached Tsunade about trying to conceive again. Going through all the checks and tests, it was determined that the (Y/n) body was working but not ready. She was given medication to help even then, but she was told it would be a long time before they got any real results. It was stated she had many failures before her miracle.
Tsunade, the lovely woman she is, stepped up and helped get a child in other ways. Introducing them to several adoption agencies and helping them through the process. If anyone asked, she would be credited with bringing them to their adopted son Ian.
Ian's mother was a teenager who died giving birth to him. The young girl had no family, and the father was unknown, so Ian was quickly put into the system. Due to his many medical issues due to having a young teenage mother and being premature, very few were willing to take him in.
That was until the Roger- Barnes family came, and they were very willing. They welcomed him at Eight months. Here he was now at five years old. Healthy, Happy, and loved with a mother, a father, another father, an older sister, and another sister on the way.
"Why do we have so many stairs?" (Y/n) asks as she comes in carrying another food tray. Ash quickly jumped up, taking it from her and placing it with the other one on the bed.
"Happy Father's Day," She said as she rubbed her swollen belly.
Yes, after years of trying and many more trying, a miracle lay in her belly. A blessing. Of course, those losses would not be forgotten they'd always be remembered in their hearts, and they could be seen in the corner of her garden, each life planted as a different flower of life. Gently taken care of kindly as her children walked next to her.
Hopefully, Rebecca would not join her flower siblings.
"Come sit, you shouldn't be up," Steve said as he got out of bed, motioning her to take his place. She didn't complain or fight, just doing as she was told and climbing into bed. Breakfast in bed with her husbands and children.
Bucky, Ian, (Y/n), and Steve sit against the headboard, and Ash sits across from them. All eating for the trays of food. Bacon, pancakes, eggs, french toast, fruit( Strawberries, blueberries, bananas), Orange juice, milk, and Coffee. All are Decorated with beautiful Father's Day cards from each child and a dutiful wife.
"alright, as wonderful as this breakfast is, I have to go," Ash said as she wiped her hands, taking her last sips of coffee. " I have to go to work. Can't leave Peter alone in the lab too long he'll end up like Tony," Ash teased as she exited, giving her family a wave as she departed.
"Don't be late for dinner, I'll text you the address" (Y/n) called after her daughter.
"So we're going to dinner tonight," Bucky said as he held his son's bacon over his head, ignoring the little grabby hands that begged for it.
"How else are we to celebrate your time within fatherhood"
"I mean, I know Steve has a couple of ideas. He shared them with me this morning. Sausage."
"That's bacon, my bacon," Ian quickly protested, reclaiming his meat "Mine"
"For dessert, wouldn't want to be interrupted again now, would we" (Y/n) said she was talking to Steve, although he was doing his best to ignore her and Bucky, just drinking his coffee. But his red-tipped ears clearly told them he heard every word and understood every meaning.
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Standing on the threshold, Bucky watched Ian use his water can to water the fruits and veggies as he walked along the paths, like a little gardener tending to his lands. Steve was in the garden as well, weeding and pruning as he watched his son run about and listen to his tales.
Apparently, oranges were gifts from fairies, and the nicer one was the sweeter their oranges. Ian deemed they had the sweetest in the world.
(Y/n) sat on the porch with a book in her lap and a cup of tea on the table she was leaning over the railing, rubbing her stomach as they listened to her son tell his tales (while secretly, not so secretly, stuffing fruit into his overalls. Adorable).
Bucky came up behind (Y/n) and kissed the back of her head. " you missed a spot," he called Steve threw a bunch of weeds toward him. Ian quickly came to his dad's defense, also splashing water.
"what did I do?!" (Y/n) laughed as she got wet.
"Sorry, Mommy"
Bucky just laughed. Which resulted in him getting the hose from Steve. Thus a water fight began in the backyard. The respective teams are Bucky and (y/n) vs. Steve and Ian. Although that quickly changed to everyone vs. Bucky when he kept using (Y/n) as a human shield.
Steve took a moment to step back and watch his husband, wife, and son run around the garden with the hose and can of water. It was beautiful just laughing and running amongst each other. And although one child was missing, she was not forgotten. If anything-
"AH AH AH"
Everything stopped as (Y/n) started screaming. For a moment, they thought she was hurt. Bucky took her in his arms, looking for wounds. Steve scooped up Ian in his arms, looking around for a threat.
"I FEEL IT" she screamed, laughing as she started to bounce up and down and crying? Now everyone was confused, and Ian was a bit scared. (Y/n) saw this and quickly apologized, and offered an explanation.
" I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sweetheart," she said, kissing his cheeks as he started crying with her "Feel," she said, bringing his little hand down to her stomach. It was then that her husbands realized what was happening.
Ian quickly pulled his hand away as he felt something flutter against his hand from within her mommy's belly. " What is that?!" he asked, scared.
"Your sister, she's kicking"
"Really?" Steve whispered, leaning forward he reached out slowly. She took his hand and Bucky's and put it on her stomach. At first, there was nothing, but then Steve gasped, feeling a flutter under his palm She moved Bucky's hand so he could feel a bit too.
"I feel her," Bucky said the overwhelming emotions of excitement, anxiety, happiness, and fear all had him dropping to his knees in front of her. " I feel her"
"I do, too," Steve said as he put Ian down, kneeling next to Bucky.
For all her children, this was the first one she felt inside. She never imagined it'd feel something like this the joy and fear combined were almost paralyzing. She cried as she cradled her stomach.
"Hey, I've brought lunch"
"your sister kicked"
Ash dropped the bags in her hands and rushed to her mother's side. (Y/n) took her hand and placed it on her stomach between her father's. And for a moment, the family stood in silence in the backyard, touching each other and waiting.
"There," (Y/n) said as she moved Ash's hand to feel.
"That's so weird," she said, but her smile spoke volumes. Still, (Y/n) agreed. "okay, I've had my fill," she took her hand away " Come, Ian, I've brought lunch," and with that, she took her baby brother and left.
Ash's quick departure wasn't something new or to be taken as an offense. She simply did not enjoy touching or being touched all the time. Some parts of herself were not easily changed as others. (Y/n) was happy with the few minutes she was given.
Steve kissed her stomach as he wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her lower half. "My beautiful wife and the mother of all of the children," he whispered.
Standing up, Bucky pulled her into a breathtaking kiss. " I love you til this day until me last"
"Actually, it's I love you til the end of the line. You need to stop watching Game of Thrones," Steve chuckled as he stood up " This is not Kings Landing." They began to walk to the house where their other children waited for them.
"You know nothing (Y/n) Roger-Barnes"
"Oh," (Y/n) stopped as she felt the first few droplets of rain touch her skin. Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes and smiled.
"Nope," Bucky snatched her and carried her into the house.
"What?!"
"I know that face, young lady," Steve said as he showed his fingers of disappointment " No singing in the rain, no dancing in the rain, no skipping, tipping, tapping, all of the above. No rain for you. I'm not having you get sick."
"What if we wear raincoats and boots?" Ian asked as he came around the corner into the kitchen, already putting on his coat.
"No, I'm not having either of you get sick," Steve said, taking his jacket.
Bucky put (Y/n) on the counter, the sick bastard knew she wouldn't be able to get down. Steve must have thought that it was a good idea because he put Ian on the counter too. Ash laughed as the two pouted, stuck on the counter.
"It's Father's Day, and we get what we want, and we don't want you running about in the rain."
"Can we at least watch the rain from the library?" Ian asked, the library had a nice window nook to curl up and watch the rain from.
"Sure, Steve and I grab a lunch," Bucky said as he helped Ian off the counter, and then (Y/n) and they both scurried off to the library.
"I see you inching towards the door," Steve said, addressing Ash, who was indeed inching out of the kitchen.
"Unlike you guys, I didn't get a day off of work. I have to get back."
Crossing the kitchen, Steve pulled Ash into a nearly bone-crushing hug. Ash let out a breathless laugh at her father's antics. "I love you," Steve said, kissing her forehead " You know that, right? That I love you"
"Of course"
"I feel like I don't tell you enough"
Ash chuckled " Trust me, you tell me enough, and when you are not telling me, you're making sure to squeeze my bones with it. Trust me, I know. And My sister will know too. She probably already knows, but she'll finally get to feel it when she gets here."
Bucky smiled as he watched the two embrace. To think some years ago the two were tiptoeing around each other. And now they were father and daughter and it was quite beautiful.
"Enough of this, I really have to get back to work"
"Alright, We'll see you tonight at dinner."
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Dinner was at a fancy restaurant rented out for a private party by Tony, of course. All the Avengers and their families were present.
Steve, (y/n), and Bucky bringing Ian and Ash. Tony and Pepper bring Morgan and Peter ( May was invited but declined because she had a date. Coincidentally, so did Happy). Clint came with Lauren and their children Cooper, Lila, and Nathaniel. Wanda and Vision came with their twins, Billy and Tommy. Thor bringing his daughter Love. And Sam, Bruce, Rhodey, and Natasha all came in the clutch holding up their aunts and uncles/Godparents' titles very proudly.
It was a very full family dinner party.
"Alright," Standing up, raising his glass, " Today, we are all gathered here to celebrate fatherhood. I, for one, never thought I'd be worth enough to be someone's father, yet here I came with two beautiful children" everyone noted Peter blush " who I love very much. I have had many positions and titles in my life, and I can say, and I know many will agree with me, that my favorite title has been and will always be dad. To all the mothers sitting at this table, and not, thank you for our children. And to all the children sitting amongst us, know that no matter how we got there or how it ends, we will always love you no matter what. 3000."
Everyone raised their glasses " 3000"
"I'm surprised it didn't make a dig at our age," Bucky whispered to Sam as they began to eat.
"Pepper told me not to" Tony teased
"there are children present please be nice"
"Of course, dear," Pepper pinched him.
Conversations flowed as dinner came. It was like a reunion of sorts. It had been quite some time since they all had been in the same place together, like this hell, even the same planet. Thor and Bruce had kindly put their galaxy travels on hold for this dinner. And then, with Tony, (Y/n), Clint, and Steve being semi-retired, not many original Avengers were running around they were more focused on family now. Can't really blame them though most of them didn't believe they'd live long enough to have a family, they were dedicated.
Despite all their hardships life was treating them well.
"Daddy, I've got to pee," Ian announced. No hesitation, Bucky Jumped up, scooping Ian as he went. Rushing to the bathroom before any accidents could happen.
"So (Y/n), how are you feeling? Pepper told me that your mini-me was starting to kickbox." Tony always strange approach.
"Yeah, she gave me a few butterfly kicks this earlier today."
"She's moving," Sam gasped
"She just started moving today, just before lunch tiny little kicks, not much but still beautiful," Bruce said, matter factly he got a few surprised looks " What, I'm in the aunts and moms chat group. I know things you will never," the girls laughed at this because it was true.
"how do you become an aunt?"
"It just comes naturally," Bruce said smugly. Sam pouted, all in good fun.
(Y/n) smiled as Bucky and Ian returned to the table she gave him a quick kiss before he sat down she gave Steve a kiss as well. Looking around the table, they were surrounded by family and friends and just love and affection. She realized this right here, this was the life she had always wanted always dreamed of. Of course, it wasn't exactly as she dreamt of, more exciting with a few more details out of the world (literally). It was even better. And it was her life, and it was real.
From a Brooklyn girl pinning for two to a famous hero nurse, surrounded by her hero friends and family, married to her first two loves, famous heroes in their own rights, and mother of two beautiful children with one more on the way.
This was her life, and she loved it.
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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝
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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark!Steve Rogers x naive!Reader
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: VERY DARK ELEMENTS, noncon, extremely rough smut, daddy kink, captain kink, age gap (Steve is very into the age gap), MAJOR size kink, no seriously Steve is HUGE, misogyny, loss of virginity, mentions of blood (heavy mentions), mean Steve (seriously, he has no soul and is very mean, honestly unhinged), anal play, oral (f receiving), innocence kink, naive reader, 18+ ONLY, NO MINORS. MINORS DNI.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Even Captain America deserves a reward after an intense, grueling mission.
𝐀/𝐍: Here we go! 16.3k words. Written very quickly. Not edited so please be forgiving. Also I don't have much knowledge on Shield and all that, so yeah! Final warning to PLEASE read the warnings! Anyways, enjoy!
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“The girl’s ready, Captain.”
Steve nods at the SHIELD agent tersely, “She’s in my room?”
“Yes, sir. And all your specifications have been followed.”
“Good. You’re dismissed.”
The agent bows his head before leaving the office, and Steve finds himself pacing. He often paced after gruelling missions, as if trying to get all the leftover adrenaline out. Tonight had been particularly challenging; a local university under threat from HYDRA. Thousands of screaming staff and students, the air painted with gunshots and screams of chaos. But Steve’s team had come to the rescue. Just like they always did.
His team all had different ways of dealing with it, the trauma and evil they saw every day. Clint had his family to go home to, and some middle-of-nowhere farmhouse that Steve would’ve found quaint if he’d given more of a fuck. Tony’s solution was alcohol – copious amounts of it. And maybe that would’ve been Steve’s fate too, stumbling out of a bar at three in the morning having no idea where he was, but of course, he had the serum to thank for avoiding him that. Natasha immersed herself in her friends, Sam partied a lot, Bruce locked himself up in his lab because God knew he was wrestling more demons than anyone else. Except maybe Bucky… But even Bucky had a girl to help him cope.
That left Steve. But Steve had this.
I deserve this. He thinks it to himself as he makes his way out of his office and down the hall toward the elevator. There are SHIELD agents scattered here and there, chattering mindlessly about the successful mission and how, thanks to the Avengers, there were no civilian deaths. But they all hush when they see him, parting like the Red Sea, their heads bowed in respect as he walks past them. The Captain. The hero. Their leader. He’s still in his suit, the shield still on his back and bloodied cuts decorating his face. Nevertheless, he’s the face of the Avengers. Everyone in this building looks up to him.
Everyone on the face of this Earth looks up to him.
And a few minutes later, when he gets off the elevator and to his private floor, walks over to his bedroom door and opens it, he finds a large pair of eyes looking up at him too.
You jump, the fear on your face so evident that Steve can almost smell it. Standing in the corner of his room as if you want to permeate through the wall or maybe disappear altogether. Your arms hug your body in a bid to hide it from whoever you thought was going to enter this room, but you seem to relax once you see that it’s him.
“C-Captain, it’s you! Oh, thank God!” Your shoulders sag in relief, although – much to Steve’s displeasure – you continue to cover your body with your arms, “I-I don’t know what happened, but there’s some bad people here, and they took me while I was being evacuated from the university, a-and they brought me here and they wouldn’t answer my questions and–”
Steve frowns as you drone on and on, talking about a mile a minute – a quality he doesn’t particularly care for in a woman. But his eyes drink you nevertheless. You look young – a college student, no doubt – but he finds he doesn’t mind that. In fact, it makes his cock harden, seeing how wide-eyed and naïve you look, a lot younger than him. A pretty face, and an attractive body too despite the fact that you seemed hell bent on hiding it from him.
“Put your arms down by your side.” He commands you, watching closely as you stop mid-sentence, your voice trailing off. He can tell you’re uncomfortable, confused, and probably tired out from fighting and arguing with his agents. But he knows already what’s going through your mind: that you’ll obey because it’s Captain America, and Captain America was a hero who always meant well. Hesitantly, slowly, your arms fall down to your sides.
Steve had very specific tastes, and his agents knew to follow his instructions to a tee. Which was why you stood before him, your body sheathed in the prettiest, most expensive vintage lingerie. All lacy and intricate, just how Steve liked it – white and silky, hugging your body like a second skin and accentuating your curves, making you look like half angel, half seductress. He’d long ago, in a different lifetime, pored over old pin-up magazines, just like any other boy his age would. He’d likened the white lingerie in the pictures to be what his innocent bride would wear the night he deflowered her. Back in the forties, back when he’d been a different man, a man who actually cared about trivial things like marriage and family. Years of war and fighting had beaten that out of him.
And yet, almost a century later, Steve still has a partiality for white, lacy lingerie.
After every mission (successful or not) SHIELD would bring him a girl in vintage lingerie. Always an unsuspecting girl who had no idea what she was being pulled into. They came in all sorts of varieties; crying, kicking, screaming, paralysed in fear when they realised the reason they were in his bedroom. But Steve deserved it, for every single sacrifice he’d made for his country, for the world – he deserved this one bit of pleasure. Bucky had his girl, Sam had his parties, Tony had his alcohol, Bruce had his lab… And Steve had this.
And it was the least you could do, the least all those girls before you could do, because hadn’t Steve saved you? Saved all of you? This was his payment. You were his reward.
“C-Captain?” He notices how you can’t help but stutter, and he finds it amusing despite the fact that he’s used to having this effect on women – especially immature college girls like you. You gesture down to your body, “Th-This isn’t how I was dressed – they put me in this, those bad guys! N-Now I don’t know where my clothes are, and, and…”
Once more, your voice trails off as Steve walks past you nonchalantly. He heads to the bathroom, making sure to leave the door open so he can keep an eye on you lest you try to escape. Not that you’d get very far – this whole floor was his and every lock required his facial recognition to open. In the past, other girls had tried to escape, and sometimes Steve enjoyed the chase. But tonight, he felt tense. He’d wanted to capture all the HYDRA agents but two of them had escaped. To Steve, that was failure, and failure made him tense. Angry. Frustrated. He needed someone submissive, obedient, quiet…
“C-Captain, I’m gonna be okay, aren’t I?” You ask, voice high-pitched and shaky, and Steve almost smirks. He stands in front of the sink, surveying the scratches on his face. They’d heal overnight, and once more he’d be the perfect face of the Avengers. The face of America. The face of hope, the face of good. If only they knew what went on behind his eyes, the thoughts he thought, the darkness behind the façade.
He washes his hands, observing the blood as it swirls down the drain of the sink.
“Sir… Captain… Is there a way I could call my family? They’ll be worried about me, and those people took my phone so I don’t–”
“Get on the bed.”
“H-Huh?”
“Get on the bed. I won’t repeat myself.”
Steve’s voice is soft, levelled, yet commanding. And he knows you’ll listen. He’s been over this with so many of the other girls brought in for him as a post-mission reward. You still trust him, he can see it in your eyes. You know him as the superhero you see on TV, where he’s all clean-cut and politically correct as he commands the hearts of millions through his motivational speeches and actions. And by the looks of it, you’re so naïve that he knows you haven’t yet figured out what “get on the bed” truly infers to.
And so you do, gingerly settling down on the edge of his king-sized bed, shaking like a little leaf but he can tell that you’re trying to keep a brave face as you look up at him, determined to trust the super-soldier that the whole country trusted. And breaking that trust, breaking that spirit that shone in your innocent eyes, that was the sweet release he needed tonight, or any other night after each mission made him grow more disillusioned. Breaking your trust, breaking your body so all of this was worth it.
Sometimes, Steve wonders when exactly he had changed. He remembers how plucky and optimistic he used to be. A little bit sardonic, a little bit sarcastic, but he really did have a heart of gold – at least that’s what people told him. Even after they’d dug him out from that iceberg, he’d still been that same guy. But that was years ago, and each day he grew more disillusioned with what he preached, what he stood for. He could never settle, never feel like he fully belonged in the world he kept risking his life to save over and over again. Even Bucky, who’d gone through so much, had managed to find fulfilment through finding love.
Steve, on the other hand, doesn’t think love exists.
What does exist is you… Sweet, quivering, innocent little you. The SHIELD agents know his tastes down to a tee, and physically, you’re everything he likes, everything he prefers. It’s nights like these when Steve really feels alive, when he snuffs out the innocence of some unsuspecting girl and reaps his reward for saving countless lives. He deserves this. God knows he deserves this.
“What’re you doing?” You whisper, eyes round as saucers as he reaches out to stroke your hair. He bristles slightly, annoyed by your persistant questions. You should know better – he was your superior after all. But you’d learn by the time the night was over, and so Steve resumes petting you, slipping his hand down to rub your cheek, feel your smooth skin under the rough callouses of his hand.
The same hand that had choked two or three HYDRA bastards to death earlier tonight.
“You will address me as Captain.” He says, dismantling his shield from his back and placing it on the floor against the bed. He follows your gaze, how your mouth drops open in awe despite how scared you are. His cock hardens, knowing you’re impressed by him. By his size, because he’s aware he looks even bigger in person than on the news – enough girls have told him that. And by the shield too, because it reflected his power, his status, everything that he supposedly stood for.
You clear your throat nervously, “S-Sorry, uh, Captain, I just, uh, I was wondering when you’d take me home,” you say the last few words quickly, as if you’re mouth’s dry and you’re rushing to get all your words out. “I n-need to get home, my parents will be worried about me, Captain, and I have homework–”
Steve almost snorts at that. Homework. You were even more innocent than he thought you were, if one of your biggest concerns was whether you’d get your homework done or not. And this naivete amuses him, enamours him, but most importantly, it gets him hard.
“You’ll be taken home tomorrow.” He informs you, his tone clipped and formal, clinical like a doctor informing his patient when they’d be discharged. He liked to keep it like that between him and his “rewards.” Steve didn’t believe in intimacy, and didn’t feel the need to waste kindness on you or any of the previous girls. He faked kindness and heroic optimism all day, it was only at night in the privacy of his quarters that he could shed all that away and allow his darkness to take over.
“T-Tomorrow? Why? Why not tonight? And why am I here, anyways? Everyone else was evacuated together!”
“Enough.” He says sternly, and you shrink back like a chastised child, or an injured puppy. He watches your lower lip as it juts out, and he wonders if you’ve done that on purpose as a way to appease him. He wouldn’t fall for it though, he was wise to women and all their cheap tricks they used to wrap weaker, lesser men around their fingers. Steve would never be one of those men. “You will not speak unless I give you permission.”
Your lower lip quivers, “I don’t understand…”
He sits down next to you, acutely aware of how much bigger he is than you. Leisurely, his eyes drink in your body now that he’s much closer to you. The bra pushes your breasts upwards so they spill out attractively over the creamy white lace of the lingerie, and he watches them rise up and down as you breathe heavily, probably trying to keep yourself from crying. He wishes you would cry – tears have always turned him on. But the night is young, and he knows he’ll see some tears soon, he always does.
“C-Captain, please, please help me! I’m so confused and I don’t know what’s going on, and I don’t know how I got into this outfit, I think they drugged me, and I’m scared, and I have homework, and I gotta go now, so pl– OW!”
Steve yanks you forward by your hair, till your face is inches from his, and he can practically smell your fear. Eyes as big as saucers look up at him, shining bright with unshed tears of both fear and pain. He loosens his grip slightly, despite the fact he isn’t holding you too tightly – but the serum gives him inhumane strength, and you’re just a weak little girl after all.
“Once again, I’m telling you not to speak without permission. Do not make me repeat myself one more time.”
You swallow harshly, bowing your head once he lets go of your hair. But your lips are now pressed tightly together, as if you’re hoping he’ll take you home if you shut up and listen. There’s still light in your eyes, you’re beginning to question him inwardly but you still trust him, Steve knows you do. And it’s not long now before he crushes that trust completely.
He sighs at your compliance, stroking your quivering bare arm, thrill shooting straight down to his cock because of how soft and smooth you are. He likes the juxtaposition between the two of you right now: you, so soft and small, so much younger than him, like a doll in your pretty lingerie that he’d picked out. And him, more than double your size, jaded with age that didn’t physically show, bloodied and scratched suit, rough hands, dark thoughts.
“C-Captain, I’m scared,” you whisper, and you really do look like you’re about to wet yourself, and it turns him on so much that he doesn’t even bristle at you speaking out of turn again.
“Good.��� He murmurs, continuing to stroke you like you’re his little doll. There’s something about you, something so pure that he can’t really put his finger on. In the past, he’s been detached, unforgiving, often just throwing his “reward” on the bed, holding her head down against the mattress while he fucked the living daylights out of her. He would be detached and cold with you too, but this time he feels a peculiar need to savour you at the same time.
It's when he grabs your hand and places it on his hard crotch that you start crying in earnest, finally realising your fate.
“What’re you– No, please, not that! Please, I don’t know what’s going on, Captain, please–”
You try to snatch your hand back, but he holds it steadily in place. You’d never be a match for his strength, no matter how hard you tried – he had more brute power in his pinkie finger than you did in your whole body. And that turns him on even more.
“You’ll go home tomorrow,” he repeats, not even sure why he’s explaining anything to you, because he usually doesn’t speak to the girls brought for him at all, let alone reassure them. “Tomorrow, you’ll see your family but tonight, your body is mine and I’ll do with it what I please.”
You look like you’ve seen a ghost, but quickly you shake your head, blinking rapidly as if you’ve misheard him. “N-No, Captain, I don’t want to! Y-You can’t make me,” you look at him pleadingly, trying to tug your hand back but he holds it firmly against his covered cock, “You won’t make me, will you, Captain? Th-That’s wrong! An’ you’re a good man so you’d never do that!”
“Take it out.”
A different man would have perhaps consoled you, told you it would all be over soon, or maybe even made up an excuse to manipulate you into sleeping with him. A better man would’ve taken pity on you, given you your clothes back and taken you home. But Steve wasn’t like any of those men. All Steve was right now was impatient, and more than ready for his reward. I deserve it, he thinks once more to himself, before pressing your small hand down on his crotch meaningfully.
“Take my dick out.” He repeats sternly, and when you still don’t comply (probably because you’re frozen in shock and fear) Steve can’t help but quickly undo his fly before pushing your hand down his suit pants, letting out a hiss when he feels your dainty palm and fingers on his rock-hard flesh.
“No, no, no, please no,” you cry softly, rivulets of tears streaking your face, “This is wrong, Captain, please.”
He makes you wrap your hand around his cock, smirking to himself when your fingers don’t even come close to wrapping around all the way. The serum had made him a lot bigger than average, and a lot thicker too. So much so that every time he had sex, no matter how much he stretched the girls out, there would always be blood. He’d grown to become turned on by the sight of it.
“I’ve seen you on TV,” you whisper desperately, and he knows you’re in that state of mind where you’re just so scared that you’ll say anything and everything, “I’ve seen how you are, a-and you’re supposed to be the good guy, Captain. Please, let me go, y-you’re a good man so please–”
“Shut up.” He says simply, making you take his dick out. That quietens you up for a second, and you gape at his huge dick as it slaps up against his abs which are still covered by the suit. He hasn’t had sex or jacked off in about a week now (missions, press conferences, community work and other bullshit had kept him busy) and his dick is almost angry hard, the veins so prominent as he throbs in your hand.
“Stroke it.” He instructs you.
You shake your head, hand limp around his hard cock, “You c-can’t, this is wrong.”
“Drop the coy act,” he orders you, feeling a surge of impatience when he’s tried to be level with you for so long, “I know what you kids watch these days on the internet, and all the vulgar movies on television. Now do what I fucking say, or else.”
You look both taken aback and hurt by his sharper tone, and immediately you’re shaking your head.
“N-No, Sir, please. I don’t watch any of that stuff, I’m not allowed to, okay? A-And this is wrong on so many levels, you’re meant to be a good guy!”
Steve finds his cock hardening even more when he hears how you’re not allowed to watch the vulgarity that’s become so normalised in the media now as compared to back in the day. Were you, perhaps, a girl with morals? Someone who was raised well? He had yet to run in to such a girl in the twenty-first century.
“I’ve seen you on the news,” you try again when he doesn’t speak, “you and the Avengers, you’ve saved c-countless people. You’ve won wars for us. I w-went to see you when you gave a talk at my school last year, the one about good versus evil. You’re an inspiration, Captain, you wouldn’t do this!”
You’re talking a mile a minute, and Steve knows you’re doing it to prolong time till your inevitable fate. He’s tortured enough men to know that goners loved to run their mouths. As for what you’re saying, it has zero effect on him. He didn’t believe in what he said, what he stood for – you could never use that to persuade him to take a higher road.
He starts moving your hand up and down on his dick, hissing again because of how pleasurable your dainty hand feels on his rock-hard length, not to mention how much it turns him on that you’re still trying to pull your hand away, looking anywhere but at his cock, embarrassment mixing with the bone-chilling fear on your face.
“Y-You’re not a good man!” you finally sob out, shaking from head to toe as realisation finally seeps through your head.
Your words bristle Steve for whatever reason. In the past, his “rewards” have often back-talked him, insulted him as if they thought their words would have any impact on him – which they never did. But seeing you, with your bright, optimistic eyes that clearly looked up to him up until this moment, hearing you call him a bad guy… It makes him feel defensive.
“I saved you.” He spits out, “HYDRA attacked your university and I saved you and all your little friends. You’d be dead if it weren’t for me.”
You nod desperately, “I-I know, Captain, that’s why I don’t understand why you’re doing thi–”
“I deserve this.” He says simply, cutting you off. “I risk my life to save unthankful people like you, over and over again. Even a super soldier deserves payment, or at least an incentive to do what I do.”
Your jaw drops open, speechless and horrified. Steve couldn’t care less, and he feels another wave of impatience. Two weeks ago, he’d endured a similarly gruelling mission, and his reward had been waiting for him in his room. She’d been mouthy, of course, as most women of the twenty-first century were, but he’d fucked her and sent her packing within fifteen minutes. So why, on this particular occasion, was he sitting here making idle chit-chat with some dumb-witted college girl who was half his age?
He's always been quick, and you yelp in surprise when he grabs you by the waist, his rough fingers digging into your soft skin. He drags you into his lap, till you’re crying on top of him, your back to his chest. You struggle and flail against him, but it’s to no avail as he presses you down on top of his thigh, spreading your legs and locking them with his own.
“Stop struggling,” he orders you through gritted teeth, although he has to admit that having a weak girl like you fighting against him with all her might while he held you down with just his one arm was quite arousing, “It’ll be easier for you if you just stay still.”
“Please don’t, I-I’m not ready for this, I’ve never done this before, I–”
Steve snorts at that. He knows you’re young, but he also knows that girls in this century are promiscuous, and that’s putting it kindly. How many lies would you tell before you realised they’d all be in vain? He was goddamned Captain America, and he was going to have his way with you tonight no matter what came out of that pretty, pouty mouth of yours.
Grabbing your soft, bare thighs with his hands, he pushes them further apart, all while you cry and quiver in his arms like a wounded animal. Your white, lacy panties hide your pussy from his greedy, impatient gaze, and he wants nothing more than to rip your lingerie apart and ravage you to soothe the ache of his hard cock which is currently pressing against your back.
“Push your panties aside.” He commands, “and don’t even think about arguing with me. One more word of insubordination out of you, and you don’t even want to know what I’ll do.”
You’re sobbing and sobbing as you gingerly do what he says, and he licks his lips when he sees your bare pussy, trussed out for him as he holds your legs apart. He can’t help but press a finger on your bundle of nerves before swiping downwards over your slit. He frowns. You’re not wet. That simply won’t do.
Of course, he’s been in this situation before. Not often, because truthfully, women got wet the second they looked at him, turned on by his size, his power, his authority. But sometimes, like now, when one of his “rewards” was very scared and non-compliant, she wouldn’t be wet. Steve didn’t care, and he’d go in dry if he could except, with the sheer size of his dick, it just wasn’t physically possible. Often, he’d tell the SHIELD agents to prep his rewards before they were sent to his room – stretch their pussies out by whatever means (he didn’t care) so long as they were able to take his girth.
But you… Oh, he reckons he’ll have fun with stretching you out all by himself.
“Touch yourself.” He says into your ear, holding you in place tightly.
“I…I…I don’t know how, I don’t– I don’t do this, I’ve never done this, I–”
There’s something about your frightened demeanour that makes him realise that maybe you’re not lying after all. He raises a brow, “You’ve never touched yourself?”
“N-No, Sir – I mean Captain – I’m not allowed to. My parents are very conservative, Sir, I haven’t even had my first kiss. Please don’t make me do this!”
Steve didn’t think it was possible for his dick to get any harder, but it does. So big and painfully hard, it presses against your back almost indecently as he licks his lips, now infinitely more interested in you. So you were a girl raised right in these godforsaken “modern” times. His mind conjures up different ways in which he could teach you, mould you, ruin you… He doesn’t remember the last time he had a virgin – it was probably back in the forties, back when women were pure and of good heart and good intentions.
Maybe tonight’s reward would be sweeter than any other.
He grabs your hand, pressing it against your petal-soft folds. He takes your pointer finger and slowly, gently, circles it around your clit. You fight against him but it only takes you a few seconds to realise that your efforts are completely futile. Steve does not care for what you want, not in the least. You’re his reward, and he deserves this.
He leaves your finger on your clit, shooting you a deathly look that conveys that you better keep circling it or else. His own eager fingers explore your core, slipping down to probe you, finding that not even one of his fingers fits inside your little fuckhole. In fact, he tries pushing his pinkie finger up inside but to no avail at all. Fuck. You weren’t lying – you were definitely a virgin. Another telltale sign is how it only takes a handful of seconds before your wetness begins to spread, and you whimper softly – probably at all the foreign sensations you’re feeling as Steve continues to probe your hole.
“Feels good, huh?” Steve hears himself say softly, and he doesn’t know why he’s bothering wasting words on you. He never spoke to any of his other rewards – they were only there for his pleasure, and may as well have been inanimate objects to him. Dolls brought in for him to use and then promptly taken away when he was done with them. But you? Fuck, Steve doesn’t know what’s come over him.
“I-It won’t fit, Captain, please stop,” you cry softly when he tries to force his finger into you again. You’re adequately wet now, but your pussy continues to reject his finger, and he knows there’s no way you’ll be able to take his dick if he doesn’t stretch you out with his fingers first.
“I’ll make it fit,” he mutters, throwing you aside on the bed and standing up quickly. He sucks his finger into his mouth, tasting your sweetness and shutting his eyes for a second to savour your taste. And then he shoots you a warning look, “Stay there.”
He smirks when you don’t move an inch – probably paralysed with fear – as he walks over to the dresser next to his bed. Rummaging through his drawers, he sorts past all the sex toys that some agent had probably stocked up inside. Steve didn’t have much use for them, as he considered himself too traditional for toys. But he can’t help but be turned on by the idea of using a large dildo on you, or stuffing your virgin ass with a cute plug. But for right now, he grabs the bottle of lube – it’s half empty because of how often he’s had to use it on his past partners. Since the serum, his dick was way too big to go in naturally, especially when it came to a sweet virgin like you.
Roughly, he pushes you down till your back is pressed against his king-sized mattress. He climbs on top of you, rolling his eyes at the fight left in you, how you flail and fight against him despite his body being more than twice your size. He uses his arm to hold you down, but truthfully, he could’ve done it with just his pinkie finger.
“Stay still,” he commands, pinning your limbs down flat against the bed. You resort to sniffling and crying silently, your wary eyes watching him as he spreads your legs as wide as they’ll go. A sudden feral urge takes over him, and he rips your panties in half, the flimsy material landing gracefully on his sheets. Your bare pussy glistens up at him, now wet with your sweet cream despite how much you continue to cry. He can smell your sexy aroma; the scent of a virgin pussy and it goes straight to his dick.
With an animalistic snarl, he dips his head down between your legs. Using two fingers to spread your creamy petals, he lays his tongue flat against your quivering fuckhole. You scream in shock, body jerking underneath him but he doesn’t care. He grips your thighs, lifting your ass and lower back up off the bed, watching carnally as your wetness drips down to between your ass crack. He spreads your cheeks, smirking when you wail in surprise. He digs his eager tongue between your cheeks, probing your puckered, virgin ass before licking a straight line all the way back up to your pussy, ending with a harsh suck on your clit as he holds your hands at bay.
It’s come out of nowhere, this sudden need to taste you. Back in the forties; Steve had rather enjoyed going down on women. He knew he was skilled at giving head, he’d been told more than enough times. But he can’t remember the last time he’d done it. Never with any of his “rewards,” who were only ever good for fucking on their hands and knees like dogs. But you, you were different.
You wiggle, crying and begging him to let go of you but you may as well be a fly with how weak and inconsequential your pleas are to his ears. Instead, he laps at your baby cunt like he’s starved. Like a starved caveman, he spits down on your clit, wanting to make your pureness as messy as possible. He spreads his saliva all over your core with his fingers, marking you up with his DNA. He encases your now engorged bundle of nerves between his lips once more, giving it another hard suck but this time his teeth graze against it.
“C-Captain, oh-oh my God–Ah!”
It’s when Steve finally forces his one finger inside you that you squirt, drenching his digit as your walls clamp down around it. And God-fucking-dammit, he can’t believe how tight you’re squeezing his one singular finger, how tight and sexy and soft you feel around it. How your slippery walls pulsate around his digit like you’ve never cum before in your life – which would explain how quickly you’ve come undone. Some of your wetness lands on his face, some of it on the sheets beneath you, and that’s when Steve realises he’s given a virgin her first orgasm.
He can’t help but smirk, his finger still lodged inside you, but not even halfway because you’re still so fucking tight.
“Doesn’t seem like you want me to stop after all, sweetheart.” He says, not realising he’s used the pet-name on you until it’s already out of his mouth. He sets the lower half of your body back down on the bed, his finger still inside you.
You sniffle as your whole body shakes with the remnants of your orgasm, “P-Please,” you say faintly, and you can’t even raise your head to look down at him, “Please, can I go home now?”
Steve’s lip curls into a snarl, and he drives his finger inside you with renewed force, curving it upwards even when he feels resistance. You scream bloody murder, and he knows if your orgasm hadn’t sapped all your energy, you’d be flailing your legs again. But for now, he easily holds you down, feeling your soft walls encase his finger which is now up to the hilt inside you. That’s when he grabs the bottle of lube, squirting out a generous amount onto the rest of his fingers.
“N-No, Captain, please, I can’t take another one, I can’t, I can’t!” You plead, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “Captain – Steve – please listen to me, please, look, I can’t take another finger, pl–”
His palm lands on your clit with a wet smacking sound, and you howl in pain, your pelvis lifting off the bed except he pins you back down with just one hand.
“Don’t fucking use my first name. You will address me as Captain. One more slip up and I won’t do you the favour of stretching you out.” His intense blue eyes meet your tear-filled ones, “And trust me, you want to be stretched out for when I fuck you.”
With gritted teeth and a cock that’s now painfully hard, he gets to work trying to stuff another finger into your pussy. His other hand grabs your hip in a bruising grip, and his fingers stroke your smooth, bouncy ass every so often like he can’t help it. You’re turning him on so fucking much; with your crying, how you’re begging him to stop, how weak and small you are, how fucking tight your pussy is. It makes Steve want to say something just so he can hear you speak in response, despite the fact that he’s never vocal during sex.
“Tell me, why is your pussy so fucking tight?”
“H-Huh?”
“You heard me.”
You sniffle again, shooting him a pleading look that he doesn’t even bother acknowledging. He just looks at you with waiting eyes as he nonchalantly continues to force his second finger inside you. He wants to hear you say naughty things with your innocent little mouth, and talking would get you to fucking relax so he could penetrate you with his digits properly in order to stretch you out in preparation for his dick.
“I-I’ve never done this before…” you scrunch your eyes shut, but a quick slap to your thigh has you opening them again.
“You’ve never fingered yourself?”
“No!”
“Tell me why not.”
You bow your head, “I don’t know… I just… I never did, okay? I’ve never done any of it.”
A wicked thought crosses Steve’s mind, “Oh yeah? You’ve never done anything naughty, huh? You’re a good girl?” His second finger curves up to join the first, and your hips jerk forward as you suck in your breath. It makes him smile, and he slowly begins to pump his two fingers in and out of you, “You’ve never, say, humped your baby cunt against your pillow at night? Or your stuffed animals?”
The way you freeze and how your eyes widen is all the confirmation Steve needs. He chuckles darkly.
“So that’s the type of girl you are. Riding your pillow at night when you think no one’s watching, and you probably touch your body all over, too, don’t you?” Lightning quick, his other hand leaves your hip, grabbing your wrist and bringing your hand up to your chest. Through the material of your bra, he makes you cup your breast like how he would, wanting to watch with dark eyes as you play with your tits, trying to imagine how hot you’d look doing just that all alone in the privacy of whatever girlish bedroom you had.
Steadily, he continues to finger you, pumping his digits in and out of your greedy, wet pussy, and it makes slurping sounds as it swallows his fingers in over and over again. And he observes you carefully, notices your wide eyes, the sweat on your brow, the way your lips are parted as your breathing shallows out. He even sees the slight buck of your hips, and he knows he has you where he wants you, hanging on to his every filthy word despite your mind screaming at you to continue resisting.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Steve mutters lowly, “I know that’s what all innocent little girls like you do when they think they’re alone. You play with your tits and you rub your cunt all over your pillow, till you’ve got it all wet and messy. All while you fantasise about a man like me fucking you, taking care of you, huh? I’m right, aren’t I?”
You’re full on panting now, as if his beguiling words have made you forget all about your resistance, and you rock your hips harder against his thick fingers, little pants and moans sneaking past your pouty lips as he watches you closely.
“And then you act like a good girl, and you lie to me and tell me you’ve never touched yourself. But you and I both know that’s not true. Not when you spend your nights alone in your bedroom riding your little pillow while mommy and daddy sleep in the next room, and then when you’re done, I bet you bring it up to your face, just so you can smell your own wetness, right?”
This time, he gives your ass a swift slap when you don’t reply, and you cry out in pain before squeezing your eyes shut.
“Y-Yes,” you breathe softly, so softly that he barely catches it. But it makes him grin wickedly all the same. He hasn’t had this much fun with a reward since God knows when. He never bothers speaking to the lowlife girls brought to him as post-mission rewards, let alone engaging in dirty talk with them as he was with you, hanging on to your every word because it makes his dick so fucking hard.
“Of course, I’m right,” he mutters, “Captain always knows. I know you’re a little slut in the making just like all the other college girls of this century. You bring your pillow up to your face and you smell your cunt on there, and you lick it too, don’t you? You taste yourself because you’re curious, and you don’t have a man like me to show you how it’s done.”
He slips his fingers out of your cunt, your walls automatically squeezing around them as if they want to keep him inside you. But his digits are dripping wet, and he brings them up to your face. He shoves them past your lips, and you protest but all it does is create vibrations around his fingers as he smears them inside your mouth.
“Taste yourself,” he orders you, “suck on daddy’s fingers, don’t be shy.”
It takes him a few seconds to register that he’s just referred to himself as daddy. He hasn’t done that in a while – not since the forties, at least. Back then, it was quite common for women to call their man daddy, and Steve remembers enjoying it when he used to fuck the show girls during tours. But now? He usually stuck to being called “sir” or “captain” or just nothing at all. Because “daddy” was way too intimate, it suggested that he was going to take care of you. And he wasn’t going to take care of you – he was going to ruin you before you’d be taken away tomorrow.
And yet you look so sweet and cute as you suck on his fingers, too scared to fight back any more although your eyes blaze with objection, and tears stream down your face. He doesn’t think you’ll stop crying at all tonight, but he doesn’t give a fuck about that. Not when your pouty lips look so hot sucking yourself off his fingers.
“That’s right, get ‘em nice and wet,” he murmurs lowly, before deciding he misses the feel of your tight cunt squeezing his fingers – and he still has to stretch you out, too. He removes his digits from your mouth, watching as you gasp to breathe. He trails them down your front, down your chest, down your torso, all the way down to your clit. He gives it another smack, loving how you jerk upwards like you’re so damn sensitive.
He grabs a pillow, putting it underneath your ass so he has your cunt propped up and he can examine it better. Your cream is pouring out of you almost, dripping down to the pillow below you while you cry and pretend you don’t like it. But the signs are all there, he can even see how your pelvis shakes and humps upwards, because you need a man to fill you up no matter how much you protest.
“Tight little baby cunt,” he says softly as he spreads your pussy lips once more. You look so wet and slippery and yet he knows he needs to pour some more lube into your fuckhole, which he does. And then, without giving you much time to react, he shoves three of his fingers inside you, pushing harder and with more force when he’s met with any barrier.
“STOP, NO, PLEASE! STOP, CAPTAIN – TOO MUCH!” You scream so loudly that the walls seem to vibrate around the two of you.
“Shut up and take it,” Steve says, narrowing his eyes up at you before he focuses back on your gorgeous cunt, watching as your leaking hole finally swallows his three digits, “Look at this greedy little virgin pussy, so ready for my big dick to split her in half.”
You shake your head violently, crying and protesting, but it’s when you bat at his head that he sees red. How fucking dare you hit him? Just now, when he was thinking you’d been raised well, but clearly not if you didn’t think it was a problem to hit your superiors.
“You raise your hand at me again, and I’ll hit you back twice as hard.”
His menacing words make you freeze, and you whimper quietly in absolute fear as he continues to play with your pussy. He fingers you in earnest now, three of his digits stretching you out as he scissors you open, amused by the squelching sounds your cunt makes as it swallows his fingers over and over again.
“Apologise to me,” Steve demands, “say you will not raise your hand at your superior ever again.”
You sniffle, “S-Sorry…”
“Sorry, who?” He pinches your ass unforgivingly.
“Sorry, Captain! I won’t raise my hand at my superiors, okay? I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You squeal the last few words, your pitch going higher and higher as your hips begin to meet his thrusts. And bless your innocent fucking face, you look so confused by what’s happening. Your pussy’s jammed tight but he knows it must’ve started feeling good. All greedy little girls like you needed was a little push in the right direction.
Off their own accord, your thighs lock around his hand as you cum for a second time, your walls squeezing and pulsating against his fingers so fucking tightly as you mewl and cry above him. You’re absolutely gushing with wetness now, and the pillow below your ass is stained dark with your juices. For someone who kept claiming she didn’t want this, you sure were receptive to his touch.
Steve snatches his fingers out of you, smirking when you, despite everything, cry in protest at the loss of friction. He bets your pussy feels all gaping and empty now, because he knows how big and thick his fingers are. A normal-sized man would’ve had trouble stretching your virgin cunt out with his dick – Steve had had that same problem with just his fingers.
But he knows he’ll somehow manage to fit his cock inside you if he prepped you well enough. Or else he’d spend the whole night trying to. Often, with the women he’d slept with in the past, he’d be too impatient and couldn’t be bothered to prep them properly. Because of that, he’d only be able to fit half his dick inside them, and he’d grown used to fucking them like that, only because it was physically impossible to go any deeper. He won’t let that be the case tonight.
He climbs up your quivering body, and you look spent already after two orgasms, your eyes fluttering like you’re about to pass out. Steve can’t have that though, and he taps your cheek not so gently, hovering on top of you till you open your eyes and meet his gaze.
“Please, Captain,” you whisper faintly, “E-Enough, please. Can’t take any more.”
Steve ignores you. He’s grown distracted by your lips. How wet and warm and pouty they look, glistening with a mix of your salty tears, your cum and your saliva. Fuck. He never kissed any of his “rewards” before, it was too intimate and Steve didn’t do intimacy. But maybe…
He spits down on your face, his saliva landing on your cheek as you cringe. Fuck intimacy, Steve thinks, using his hand to smear his spit all over your face, till it’s shining with a mixture of both your bodily fluids. So messy yet so pretty…
“N-Never been kissed before!” you blurt out once more all of a sudden, as if you’ve read his mind. Your eyes plead up at him, a tiny bit of hope in your eyes as if you truly believe he’ll show you empathy and spare you, “P-Please, Sir. I’ve never been kissed, a-and I want it to be special…”
How cute. You were worried about him spoiling your first kiss as if he hadn’t just finger-fucked you to two orgasms in the span five minutes. Amused, he brings his thumb up to your mouth, stroking your pouty bottom lip gently.
“You don’t let the boys at your college kiss you?” He asks, again not fully understanding why he’s even bothering to talk to you, but he figures it’s simply because he finds it amusing.
“N-No, Captain.”
“Why not?”
“I’m t-too shy, and they’re not… they’re not interested in me,” you sound so shaky, peering up at him as if you expect him to just get off you now you’ve told him your sob story about wanting to save your first kiss to be something special.
Steve snorts. And just how fucking naïve could you be? You’re fucking delectable, he bets the lowlifes at your college creamed their pants thinking about you. Suddenly, he bristles at the thought of sending you back tomorrow, back to the dumb idiots you went to college with. But he shakes the thought out of his mind to focus solely on you.
“There’s nothing special about kissing,” he tells you, “Love, intimacy, saving yourself for that special someone – none of that’s real. The sooner you realise that, the better.”
He kisses you, cupping your cheeks with his hands so that you don’t move your face aside. At first, he’s rough, unforgiving, pressing his tongue into your mouth because you taste so sweet and he needs to get more. And then he slows down, registers your soft, quivering lips on his, how rigid they are as you don’t kiss him back. He snorts inwardly, not caring in the least. He’d kiss you all he wanted – he doesn’t care if you don’t respond.
Steve sighs into your mouth, so tuned in to your senses that he feels your breath hitch, and a tiny squeak sounds past your lips and straight into his. His thumbs, seemingly moving off their own accord, stroke your cheekbones, and he feels your body instinctively relax underneath his – probably because that’s the first and only gentle gesture you’ve felt from him this whole night.
Slowly, he sucks your bottom lip almost sweetly, as if lulling you into a false sense of security. You’re still too scared or shy to kiss him back, but that doesn’t make the kiss any less enjoyable for him. His tongue plays with yours coaxingly, because he can’t remember the last time he kissed a girl and liked it so much. And then he feels you give a tiny little kitten lick, as if you’re testing the waters as you move your tongue shyly against his. And the feeling goes straight to his dick.
He pulls away slightly to watch your face, amused when he sees your eyes scrunched shut and your lips slightly pursed, as if awaiting another kiss. And that’s what he does, giving you one, two, three quick pecks that have you inhaling deeply, and your eyes open cautiously. But they flutter shut almost immediately when they find him staring back at you.
Steve goes in for another kiss, as if one wasn’t enough because suddenly it’s like he’s parched, and his raging hard on would have to wait a second longer. His dick is as hard as a metal rod, resting against your bare stomach as he makes out with you. One of his hands reach down to cup your breast, and he can feel your nipple, hard as glass, poke against his palm even through the material of the bra. You squeak into his mouth again, as if him touching and playing with your breast is making your body invertedly respond to him.
He can definitely feel you kissing him back now, even though it’s shy and periodic… Your tongue moving slowly against his for a few seconds before you remember you’re not supposed to be enjoying this and you freeze. And then you start again, your tongue timidly stroking against his once more. Then you stop again. Repeat. It makes him smirk against your lips, feeling a rumbling in his chest like he wants to chuckle in amusement.
He pulls away, examining how breathless and cute you look. And you gaze up at him with glassy, wet eyes, those perfect, pouty lips still slightly puckered, as if you’re asking for more. But he continues to just drink in every detail of your face and how you look a mix of scared and curious, afraid and confused.
“W-Was I bad?” you breathe, and your innocent face is begging for reassurance. He knows because little girls like you always want reassurance, are always seeking out the approval of men like him. And a part of him wants to tell you no, no you weren’t bad at all. In fact, he rather enjoyed kissing you. But he keeps his mouth shut, because it wasn’t his job to reassure you. And maybe he wants you to be a bit insecure; you’d work harder in pleasing him if you thought he didn’t like your kiss.
He’s still cupping your breast with one hand, and he suddenly feels a wave of irritation at the lacy material of your bra. Quick as a wink, he tears your bra apart, the two ripped pieces now lying on either side of you. A hungry growl emanates from him, and he feels like an animal, he really just wants to suck on your tits but his dick is growing impatient, and you’d probably pass out from fear and dread if he stretched this out any longer.
He reaches to grab a condom from where he stashes them in his bedside drawer. Protection was a must for him – who knew what kinds of diseases all these modern, promiscuous girls were carrying? And yet, his hand falters before he draws back completely, his mind clouding with thoughts of how sexy your soft pussy would feel around his dick if he fucked you raw. Yes. He had to fuck you raw, feel your tight virgin pussy around him as he ruined it. He deserved as much.
Instead, Steve grabs the lube once more, acutely aware of you watching him with eyes round as saucers as he squirts a generous amount of it on his dick. He looks back at you, lying deathly still underneath him, looking like you’ve seen a ghost. He wonders if your pussy’s still tingling from the two orgasms he’s just given you, and he absentmindedly pumps his dick at the thought. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on before in his life, his dick so hard he feels he’ll blow his load right there and then.
He lines his cock up against your entrance, his hands holding your silky soft thighs apart. A part of him wishes you’d fight back just one more time, just so he could exert his dominance over you once more, just so it would highlight how weak and small you are. But you lay there, quivering in fear, definitely too scared to fight back, or too distracted by his dick he glides it up and down your wet slit in anticipation.
Suddenly, you grab his arm as if to stop him, and Steve narrows his eyes.
“W-Will it hurt?” You ask softly.
“Yes.”
You whimper, your grip on his arm tightening as another tear trickles down your cheek, and you look up at him with desperate eyes.
“Please, Captain, p-please could you… could you make it hurt less? Please?” You beg him so prettily, and he can’t help but focus on how your tears get caught in your lashes, and how you sniffle like a baby. “Please, I’m sc-scared, I– maybe if you were slow–?”
“It’s going to hurt no matter what,” Steve says briskly, feeling impatient beyond belief, and yet a part of him wants to brush and collect your tears. “In fact, if I go in slowly, it’ll hurt more.” He wonders if he should say more, say anything at all to ease your discomfort. But he reasons that that’s not his job – he’s not a lovesick boyfriend who needs to worry about your feelings. This is for him. He deserves this.
You start crying softly once more, your whole body shaking. Steve tries to ignore it, focusing on your cunt instead. His dick is twitching with excitement, the tip an angry red as he brings it up against your fuckhole. He grits his teeth and pushes in, but he can’t. You’re too tight – and he’s way too big. He sighs in frustration.
“Stop being so tense.” He orders you, pouring another decent amount of lube all over his cock as well as your entrance. He’d scissored you open with three of his fingers, but it had been an extremely tight fit. And three of his fingers didn’t compare to the girth and thickness of his dick – not even the tip of it. He frowns down at you, “You need to relax. It’ll hurt less if you relax.”
A panicked look flits over your face as you look down at his dick, and he knows you’re intimidated by his size. But then you take a deep breath, close your eyes and he feels your body get less tense underneath him. He smirks.
He grabs his cock by the base and lines it up against your hole once more. You flinch away from him, your innocent, puppy dog eyes blinking up at him. He doesn’t give a fuck though, and with a lot more determination this time, he grits his teeth and forces his way inside you.
Your scream is earth-shattering. But it’s music to his ears.          
“NO, PLEASE, NO, TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! TOO BIG!”
You thrash violently underneath him, limbs flailing before he pins them down. But for a handful of seconds, he can’t even really focus on you. Not when he’s finally basking in the glory of being inside your tight little snatch, and it feels almost euphoric. You feel so sexy around him, so hot and velvety, squeezing the life out of his fat cock. Well, he’s only got a bit more than his tip inside you, but it already feels fucking heavenly.
“Oh fuck,” Steve mutters under his breath, trying to get a grip and not get too lost in the feeling of your gorgeous fucking pussy. He hasn’t even fucked you yet, and yet he feels like his balls are about to blow with how fucking hot it feels being inside you like this.
“It hurts! T-Take it out, Captain! Please!” Your tiny hand grabs his forearm again, lips puckered so sweetly, even the grimace on your face looks beautiful. You’re beautiful when you’re in pain, and he’s addicted to the sight of it. For a split second, he imagines it’s his wedding night, and you’re his beautiful bride – sweet, innocent, beautiful bride and he’s just popped your cherry and now you’re his forever.
The thought makes him shudder, and he quickly pulls out (not that there’s much to pull out, since only his tip had entered you. You were crying and screaming just from being penetrated by only his tip, and this makes Steve smug, despite everything).
You’ve barely caught your breath when he drives his dick back inside you, and this time he really forces it in. Now that he’s got a taste of your warmth, he wants to be completely enveloped in it. His hands grab your hips tightly, forcing his fat cock inside you inch by inch. He doesn’t care if it takes all night, he was going to fully penetrate you if it was the last thing he did.
“Shhh, shut up and take it,” he orders you as you scream and protest. If any other one of his girls had screamed bloody murder the way you were doing right now, he would’ve smacked them unconscious. Not you though, and he doesn’t know why that is. “God fucking dammit, how is your pussy so fucking tight?”
“Y-You’re too big,” you answer, shaking your head over and over again, “th-this… this isn’t normal, Captain, y-you won’t fit! Please stop, something’s gonna break, I-I’m scared, I–”
He wants to break your pussy. He wants to break you.
“Shut up,” he snarls, before a thought occurs to him. Out of nowhere, he kisses you once more. Silencing your protests as his tongue works against yours, and he finds that he was already missing kissing you. God, you felt so good. Your warm, sexy lips against his and your warm, sexy pussy gripping his dick. God, fuck… So this is what great sex was, huh? Maybe he’d been fucking the wrong girls this whole time. Maybe he should’ve sought you out from the beginning – or someone like you. Someone young, innocent, unexperienced, delicate, fragile, a cry-baby. Just the complete opposite of him.
Despite everything, you kiss him back once more. Steve bets it’s because your girlish mind is trying to convince him (and yourself) that you’re a good kisser. He makes a mental note never to give you this reassurance – that way you’d just keep kissing him as if you had something to prove. Or at least that was the hope. Nevertheless, the kissing distracts you enough for him to still inside you (he’d only gotten less than a quarter of his huge dick in) and then he pulls out.
The third time he penetrates you, he does it with more force than ever before. And he bites your lip hard, grunting against you till he can taste your blood. That’s when he finally pushes more than halfway inside you, and he hears something rip from within. And you scream, you scream so fucking loudly and straight into his mouth, but he continues to kiss you, basking in the feeling of being inside you properly now. His dick feels so constricted inside your tight walls, but it’s the best feeling he’s ever felt.
He breaks the kiss to look down into your eyes, and savour your reaction to being impaled by him, to being filled up by only half his length. But your head lolls to the side, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
You’ve passed out.
“What a fucking baby,” Steve hisses, shallowly thrusting in and out of you. “Can’t even take daddy’s dick inside this tight little snatch of yours without passing out, can you?” Truthfully, he doesn’t even want to pull out, he’s so obsessed with how good your pulsating pussy feels around his dick. But he knows he needs to draw back so he can thrust back in even deeper. He’s only got half his dick inside you now, but he’s determined to get in balls deep before the night is over.
“Wake the fuck up!” he commands, wanting you alert as he defiles you. He slaps your cheek lightly several times, to no avail. He sighs, reaching for the glass of water on his side table. He dips his fingers into the liquid before sprinkling the water over your face. He slaps your cheek again, harder this time, and it turns him on when he hits you, taps into his darkest, most masochistic desires that he keeps under wraps from even himself.
It's only when he pulls out and slams back into you that you suddenly rouse, and it takes you a nanosecond to start screaming again, panicking and flailing underneath him once more. But he’s not having it this time, and quickly plasters his palm over your mouth to silence you.
“Tell me... how does daddy’s dick feel?” He asks you darkly, and he can sense the sadistic smile on his face fuelled by the sheer power he has over you right now. “And I’ll backhand the fuck out of you if you start screaming again, so don’t even try it.”
He removes his hand from your mouth and focuses on pushing more into you, and you pant underneath him, silently sobbing and cringing in pain. And yet you swallow and look up at him bravely.
“I-It hurts!”
“Address me properly.”
“C-Captain, it hurts!”
He narrows his eyes, “No. I asked you how does daddy’s dick feel?”
Your jaw drops open, and it looks like you’ve momentarily forgotten that he’s currently trying to impale you with his huge dick. Your face has the audacity to look mortified, and he wonders how innocent you truly are.
“I can’t… I can’t call you… That’s wrong!” you sputter, looking almost – dare Steve think it – cute. With your wide eyes and indignant gaze and delicious pouty lips in the shape of an o. You seem to blurt out your next words without even thinking: “Y-You’re not my dad!”
Steve barks out a laugh before he can stop himself, but he straightens his face almost immediately, reaching up to grip your chin harshly between his thumb and forefinger. Faced with your horror-struck reaction to calling him daddy, he now wants you to address him as that and nothing else.
“Listen, sweetheart. You may have noticed by now that you don’t get much of a say in what happens to you tonight,” he licks up your jawline before his lips brush against your mouth, and he speaks in a whisper, “Now answer my question. And address me properly. Or else.”
You look mortified, scrunching your eyes shut as you breath rapidly in and out. “It… It hurts…daddy.”
Steve feels like he’ll bust a nut right there and then. He doesn’t think he’s ever been more turned on. You’re so small and shy, so tiny and naïve and scared like a baby, and now you’re calling him daddy in that sexy, shaky voice of yours. Goddamn, what a sexy little slut you were. And he’d take care of you tonight, just like any daddy would. Oh… damn right he’d be your daddy tonight. God fucking dammit, you were such a little slut for calling him that!
With a renewed, carnal type of lust, Steve grabs your legs and hoists them over his shoulders. You yelp as he folds you in half like a goddamned pretzel. And the juxtaposition, the visual of your naked body underneath him still in his bloodied suit from the mission – God, it turns him on so much. He presses another kiss to your lips, guiding you into making out with him, wanting you to get obsessed with the idea of kissing him. And then he pulls away, and looks you right in the eye.
“Now you can scream.”
“Huh?”
He slams into you so fucking hard, he’s sure you see stars. And if you were screaming loudly before, it’s nothing compared to now. His entire floor is sound-proofed, but he’s sure the people above and below can hear you. He’s pushed himself far deeper into you, so deep that he senses something rip inside you again. And you’re crying, your little fists pounding against his chest, and yet Steve grits his teeth and mutters, “take it, just fucking take it,” pushing into you bit by bit, inch by inch, so determined to finally get his cock all the way inside you. Pulling out a bit, then pushing in some more while your tight walls try to push him out but he’s so much fucking stronger than you.
A deep rumble emanates past his lips when he finally – fucking finally – bottoms out inside you, and he leans down to press his forehead over yours so he can savour the moment. You were his, completely, irrevocably, undeniably his. You whimper and cry underneath him but it’s music to his ears, your sweet reaction to him popping your cherry, completely snatching away your virginity and possessing it as his forever. He looks down to where you two meet, sees your pussy stretched out completely around his girthy dick, and it makes him want to spontaneously combust.
“You’re mine.” Steve breathes against your lips, and for the second time tonight, the image of you as his little bride flits through his mind. Yes, you’d make a very fitting bride for him. Small and submissive and innocent. And he’d never taken marriage seriously before now but… well, how could he give you up? When he’d taken your virginity and made you his? How could he possibly send you back to wherever you’d come from? The mere thought fills him with vitriolic rage. No. You were to stay with Steve, and you’d be his bride. His wife. His. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
You don’t argue this time, or even hesitate. He knows he’s broken you when you look up at him, dazed expression on your face. “I’m – I’m yours, daddy.”
Fuck. And you’d gone and called him daddy again without him even having to prompt you. Yes. That more than sealed your fate. You would be his now. His girl. His wife. He’d keep you locked up in his room forever, the same reward that he’d look forward to coming home to after every mission.
“How does it feel to have your baby pussy split open on my cock, sweetheart?” He presses kisses down the nape of your neck, excitement rippling through him at his impulsive decision to make you his wife. The thrill of finding a bride as cute as you makes him want to kiss you even more, and he nips at your neck before reaching your lips, pecking them once, twice, three times. All while you look up at him with glassy, wet eyes and a pitiful expression mixed with something else.
“Please,” you breathe quietly against his lips, and with sapped energy you manage to grab a fistful of his suit, pulling it to get his attention, “Please, make it hurt less. Please.”
Steve smirks, pulling out of you and preparing to slam back in. But he grows distracted by the sight of his cock, completely coated scarlet with your blood. Your virgin blood. The pillow under your ass is stained with drops of dark crimson too, and he’s never seen anything like it. Fuck. He’d really done a number on you, hadn’t he? And he hadn’t even begun fucking you yet.
I deserve this, he thinks to himself.
He slams into you again, the gasp dying in your mouth when he grabs you by the chin and forces you to look down at where you two meet. Your eyes grow wider, your mouth dropping open as you shake your head in disbelief at the sight of your pussy so stretched out to accommodate his girth.
“What’re those conservative parents of yours gonna think when they find out their good little girl just got her pussy ripped apart by a man twice her age?”
You swallow and shake your head, “I–I…”
“Answer me!”
“They’d be d-d-disappointed!” You cry out, ripping your gaze away from the sight of his dick penetrating your formerly virgin pussy, instead looking up at him instead, your mouth looking so deliciously pouty.
Steve smiles wickedly, “It’s a good thing you’re not their little girl anymore, huh? You’re mine now, so their opinion doesn’t matter.”
“Th-They like you! They’re fans of you… They wouldn’t like this at all! OH MY GOD!” You gasp, and he has to hold you down to keep you from sliding upwards from the power of his thrusts. You cry out once more, “W-Was supposed to – ah! – wait till I was married…”
The mention of marriage has Steve imagining you as his little bride once more. He already owned your body, mind and soul – but the marriage certificate would make sure he owned you under the eyes of the law too. His kept woman you’d be, fluttering around his apartment like a bird in a gilded cage. Or maybe he’d move you into one of the suburban properties he owned, where he could come home to you and relieve all his tension and worries. Yes. It would be perfect. He’d make all the arrangements tomorrow…
For now, he focuses back on fucking you silly. Pulling out all the way, he rams his dick straight back into your cunt, and you let out a sound that’s a mix between a squeak and a moan. He looks down at you curiously.
“You like that? You like daddy’s big dick?” He grabs your hands, squeezing them tightly.
“T-Too big!” Your eyes flutter shut as if you’re about to pass out again. “C-Captain, please slow down! H-Hurts so bad!”
Steve bristles. Hadn’t he explicitly told you to call him daddy? After all, he’d be your daddy now. You wouldn’t be your father’s property after tonight. No, you were Steve’s. He was your daddy, and he’d take care of you because you’d soon become his bride. But he wouldn’t have an insolent, insubordinate wife who couldn’t take instructions well. That wouldn’t do at all.
He grunts, letting go of your hands and wrapping his fingers around your throat instead. You squeal in protest but it lands on deaf ears. His other hand presses down over your mouth once more.
“Shut up!” He snaps, “Stop squealing like a little bitch. It hurts but you’re just going to have to take it. And you better start calling me daddy, or else I’ll drag you back downstairs and fuck you in front of everyone.” He only means it as a threat, but he knows by the way your breath hitches that you’re innocent enough to believe him.
He removes his hand from your lips and taps you roughly on your cheek, “Tell me you understand.”
You nod, receiving a harder tap on your cheek and a menacing look.
“I-I understand, daddy, I – oh – oh my!”
He thrusts into you with such force, he knows you’re seeing stars. And it’s subtle, but Steve catches it. He catches the shift in your expression, this unfamiliar spark in your eye as if you don’t know what’s happening with your body. But Steve knows. Your body is finally starting to respond to his cruel ministrations – just like he knew you would. You were an innocent little baby but you were also a horny little slut who was enjoying getting fucked by a man like him.
“It’s starting to feel good, huh?” Steve whispers against your lips, imagining the different ways he’d take you for the rest of the night. Of course, you’d probably pass out again once he was done with this first round. But after that? Maybe he’d put you on top of him, bounce you up and down on his cock and get in even deeper that way. Or he’d make you suck his cock, or maybe he’d manhandle you till you were on his face, rubbing that sweet, gorgeous little baby cunt on his –
“I-I don’t understand!” You cry, and he feels you wiggle your hips subtly as if you’re trying to do it without him noticing, “Feels…feels…oh, oh god!” With abandon, your head lolls back and you rut your hips up against his dick, meeting his thrusts. Steve chuckles, a satisfied feeling spreading across his chest.
“All that crying and screaming, just for you to enjoy getting fucked by me,” Steve murmurs, brushing your hair off your face so he can gauge your expression better. You look so pitiful, biting your lip and looking up at him with wet eyes, humping up against his dick and your eyes reflecting the confusion you felt. “But don’t worry, all little girls like you love getting fucked by their daddy. It’s only natural, sweetheart.”
“D-Daddy, please,” you pant, and now your hands come up to grip a fistful of his suit, and he knows that you don’t even understand the pleasure you’re slowly starting to feel. And you’re gripping his cock so tight as he rams in and out of you, building up a steady pace now. He knows he’s found your g-spot and he’s pounding against it, but you have no fucking clue and it’s the hottest fucking thing ever.
“Look at you, humping your baby pussy up against daddy’s dick,” Steve shakes his head as if he’s reprimanding you. He spits down on your face, wanting you even messier. His hand leaves your throat as he shoves two of his fingers past your lips, spreading them open and spitting again. His saliva lands on your tongue, “Swallow it, you nasty fucking slut. I knew I’d make you my little slut before the night was through. I said fucking swallow it. That’s right. Good girl.”
“Ah, ah, ah– tingles… I – daddy! P-Please, I don’t know what’s – AH!”
 Your breathless moans and nonsensical garbles are like music to his ears, but nothing compares to the way you clamp down on his cock when you suddenly squirt around it. The way you squeak and clutch him tightly, and he fucks you through your orgasm. Your very first orgasm while getting fucked, and it’s so fucking sexy the way your tight walls flutter around him. God, he could get used to this feeling – buried deep inside your wet, tight snatch every single night from here on out.
“Did daddy make you feel good?” He breathes, hips moving like a jackhammer, his balls slapping against your pussy as he continues to fuck you.
You nod timidly, wiped out from your orgasm to say anything else. He smirks, watching your breasts bounce up and down as he fucks the living daylights out of you and you just lie there beneath him and take it. As if a part of you had understood that this was to be your job from here on out – his little fuckdoll, his little prize after God knows how many listless years of saving the world, saving people who he didn’t give a flying fuck about.
He’d won countless medals of honour, rewarding him for his bravery in serving his country, in saving his people. But you were his true prize, with your tight cunt that was his and his only. And how jealous every other man would be! He knew they already envied his physique, his fame, his authority. Now all those assholes would have another reason to envy him – because his little bride was the most innocent, most vulnerable, most beautiful girl they’d ever lay their eyes on. And it would be his bed in which you’d be, night after night, waiting with spread legs for him to fuck you.
Of course, he’d fuck other women if he so wanted to. Steve didn’t believe in love or monogamy. He believed in ownership, though. And he owned you, every part of you from your cunt to your soul. You wouldn’t even look at another man ever again, or else Steve would have you killed. And the thought of you with another man is what incenses him even more.
With a low growl, he pulls out of you. Your eyes shoot open, your mouth pausing mid-moan to look up at him desperately. Your cunt shamelessly humps the air, and he can’t believe what a little harlot you’ve turned into after your first taste of sex. He looks down at his blood-covered dick, grabbing it by the base. He lays his fat cock on your stomach, painting your smooth skin scarlet with your own virginal blood. The sight turns him on even more, and with another growl, he puts your legs down and flips you over on your stomach.
He grabs your ankle, dragging you to the foot of the bed while you squeak in protest and confusion. He gets off the bed, standing up to his full height as you cower beneath him, looking back at him over your shoulder warily, a trail of blood on the sheets from where he’d dragged you.
“Hands and knees,” he orders, “and don’t fucking make me repeat myself.”
This time, you do obey pretty quickly. Mustering up whatever energy you have left, you shakily get on your hands and knees. He grabs your hips just in time, keeping you upright before your body has a chance to collapse. Your legs are shaking and he knows your body can’t take much more. He doesn’t care, because he owns your body and you’ll take what he gives you.
“Nice ass,” he smirks, squeezing and kneading your ass cheeks liberally before giving your ass a hard smack that has your knees buckling. He hoists you back up by your hips, “Thank me for the compliment, sweetheart.”
“Th-Thank you, daddy.” You answer almost at once, and Steve grins wolfishly. He’s broken you. He bets you’d do just about anything to please him now. He bets you’ve forgotten about your life back home, and all your tiny mind can think about now is your daddy and his big cock.
With a grunt, Steve pistons his fat cock inside you once more. And god, from this angle, with your gorgeous, perky ass right in his fucking face, he feels like he’s going to blow his load any second. You start moaning again, rocking your hips backwards, garbling “please” and “daddy” and other nonsense. Your ass bounces with each thrust, and Steve can’t help but slap it brutally hard, over and over again, wanting you even more bruised and bloody than you already are right now.
“You like it rough, don’t you?” he asks, slapping and pinching your ass while he watches his dick disappear inside your sexy cunt over and over again, “you tried to act all innocent and cute, telling me you had fucking homework to do tonight, fuck!” He lifts your hips up off the bed to get a better angle, till he’s holding your entire lower body up in the air.  It gives him better leverage, since he’s so tall, and he fucks you on his dick like you were nothing more than a fleshlight.
“I – ah, daddy! – I d-do have h-h-homework – OH MY GOD!”
It just gets Steve even harder, hearing you be so innocent despite being held up and fucked like a dog. You’ve got your elbows propped on the mattress to keep you up, your legs flailing helplessly as he holds your hips in the air, ramming you repeatedly with his fat cock till he knows you’re seeing stars.
“Forget about your fucking homework from now on,” he spits out, grabbing your ass lewdly and jiggling it, fascinated by how it bounces so cutely. “There’s no way I’m letting you go back to that college of yours.”
“Wh-What?”
He doesn’t answer, and the room is filled with sounds of skin slapping against skin, the carnal sound of Steve staking his claim on you. With all his other rewards, he’d be done in about fifteen minutes. You, he’d have you all night if he could. Well, he can – he’s built like a fucking tank with stamina for days. You, on the other hand, keep looking like you’re going to pass out and he’s pretty sure he’s done some type of damage to your pussy. He’d have SHIELD’s physician check you tomorrow.
He throws you back down on the bed, not giving you a chance to even catch your breath before he’s on top of you, flipping you on your back and urgently pressing his lips to yours. Much to his smugness, this time you respond as if it’s muscle memory, kissing him back as best as you can. And for a person who’s just learnt how to kiss, you sure were extremely desperate for it. You keep kissing him even when he enters back into you for the third time, fucking you on your back and this time you wrap your arms and legs around him like a goddamned koala bear, your kisses growing more fervent till Steve pulls away and chuckles against your lips.
“You like kissing me?” He finds himself asking you, holding you in place beneath him as he fucks you hard, but his one hand comes up to grip your chin so you don’t look away, “be honest, baby. You like kissing daddy?”
Your eyes widen in fear at the direct question, and he watches the panic on your face. But then your features contort in pleasure as he repeatedly hits that spot deep inside you, and you nod desperately, surging up to kiss him again but he pushes you back down.
“Use your words.”
“Ah, y-yes, I do, okay!? I like it! P-Please!”
You start doing that thing again, humping pathetically up into him as if to meet his thrusts. And he wonders if you realise how easy he’s truly going on you. He reckons he’s using about five percent of his power right now as he rams into you repeatedly. Any more than that and he’s sure he’d shatter your pelvis or cause permanent damage.
“Kiss me, then.” Steve says, not knowing why he sounds so gentle. He probably had something stuck in his throat, but he doesn’t dwell over it because, like a good little girl, you obey him. Your needy lips, your desperate tongue poking against his in a perfect kiss. He groans into your mouth, his thrusts going sloppy as your cunt squeezes around him because you’re so turned on by him kissing you.
“Am I… A-Am I doing this right, daddy?” You breathe, batting those fucking sexy, innocent eyes up at him.
Steve smirks, “You’re fine.”
You’re more than fine, of course – but he doesn’t need you knowing that. He needs you to be as insecure as possible. It made you even hotter, the look of self-doubt that you have on your face right now. He’s violated your body, he’s still violating your body, and yet all you seem to be focusing on is the fact that he thinks your kissing is “fine.” Not good, not great… but fine.
You kiss him once more, even more desperately this time, as if you’re trying to prove something. Steve relishes how easy it is to play with your mind, how naïve you are. How much he’ll enjoy playing with you when he makes you his wife. He continues pistoning his dick inside you as he lets his mind wander.
All the others would be so fucking jealous of him – even Bucky, who had a girl already but Bucky’s girl was nothing compared to you. He’d drag you around the whole building, the whole headquarters, the whole compound, showing you off like a shiny, new toy. That’s what you were – his very own toy.
He’d take you into meetings with him, make you sit on his lap and play with you in front of everyone. And he’d chop the dick off of anyone who looked at you in a way he didn’t like. He’d make you wear pretty dresses, make you look like a cute little housewife, train you to answer his every command. Fuck yeah, you’d be his reward. He deserved you, after all he had sacrificed for his country, for the world.
“D-Daddy, I’m feelin- tingly again!” you moan, your words shaky from how hard he’s fucking into you. Your legs wrap tighter around his waist and in return he clutches you harder, determined to make you squirt again before he had his own release.
“Oh yeah? What does it feel like?”
“D-Daddy – nngh…ah, I–I–”
He swats your clit harshly, making you howl in what he knows is pleasure. His dick hammers in and out of you unforgivingly, and you’re such a fucking slut, humping up against him, crying for your release. And it’s such a far cry from how much you were resisting him at first, he can’t believe what a little slut he’s reduced you to in such little time.
“Stupid girl, can’t even talk anymore, can you?” he mocks, pinching your clit meanly, bullying it as he rubs it fiercely. Till you’re thrashing underneath him, so desperate to cum that you don’t even care that your body is betraying you. “Tell me you’re a stupid little girl!”
“Oh fuck! I’m a – a – a stupid little girl!”
He can see the remnants of your tears stained to your cheeks, and he feels a carnal level of possession within him. With a growl, he lewdly licks the side of your face, claiming his territory, tasting your salty tears. Roughly, he tugs your hair, pulling your head to the side and biting down on your neck. So hard that he draws blood, and then he licks that up too. God, what a little slut you were – a slut disguised as an angel and you were making him act like a motherfucking animal.
And now the side of your neck sported his bite mark, your porcelain perfect skin marred by his branding of you. And this was just the beginning – Steve already knows that he plans to mark you in many different ways. Tomorrow, he’d get one of the agents to bring over a tattoo artist to tattoo his initials somewhere on your body. Maybe right above your baby cunt, just so you would always remember who you belonged to. He smirks, and wonders what your conservative parents would think of that.
“What would your parents think now, sweetheart?” He asks, grabbing one of your legs and hoisting it over his shoulder for a better angle. And you’re so pliable, so easily going along with whatever he’s doing to you like a perfect little doll. “What would they think of their perfect little girl getting fucked by Captain America like it’s her fucking job?”
You panic, as if the mention of your parents is a reminder of how wrong this all is for you – not that Steve gives a fuck. Biting your lip to keep from moaning at all the sensations you’re feeling, you shake your head. Only for him to slap you not so lightly on the cheek.
“Answer me, baby girl.”
“They’d – ah – they’d hate this, they’d be upset, they’d – OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” You scream out all of a sudden, your pussy walls gripping him like a vice, “O-Oh, I’m feelin– I gotta–”
“Hold it.” Steve hisses warningly.
But you don’t. Of course, you don’t. Babies like you couldn’t hold orgasms for shit. And you cum, crying for him and gripping him tightly, and Steve feels like he’s going to lose it with how sexy it feels. It feels like your cunt is trying to swallow him up, crying for his seed as it pulsates around his fat cock that continues to move in and out.
“Bad girl,” Steve chastises, giving you another not-so-gentle slap on the cheek because you look like you’re about to faint again. He jostles you with the forces of his dick, still ramming in and out of you at lightning speed. “You do things without permission a lot at home?”
You have the audacity to, despite everything, look indignant: “N-No, never, I never–”
“Then what made you think you could cum without your daddy’s permission?”
Your lips purse as if you’re about to cry, and you blink up at him so goddamned innocent. Steve’s honestly surprised he’s still going, surprised he hasn’t busted a fucking nut with how goddamned cute and sexy you are.
“I’m…I’m sorry, I couldn’t – ah! – I had to, I–I–”
“Give me another one,” he orders you darkly.
“Wh-What–”
“You heard me. Cum for daddy again. Since you like doing it so much.”
Frantically, you shake your head, “C-Can’t! Too much, daddy, it’s too much– O-O-HHH GOD!”
He reaches down to strum your clit before a dark thought crosses his mind. His fingers slip lower, gathering the wetness of your pussy along the way. Lower, between the cleft of your ass cheeks. He can’t resist giving one of your perky cheeks a hard smack, before going straight for your puckered hole. He circles it with his thumb and your body stiffens in shock and horror.
“N-No, daddy, no please, that’s wrong, that’s–”
Steve shoves his finger in your tight, virgin asshole. He hadn’t been planning on defiling that third hole tonight, but oh well. And it’s even tighter than your pussy, and you clench against his digit like a fucking whore because he knows you like it. You like your daddy’s finger up there. His fucked up little wife-to-be… God, you were so perfect for him.
 With his fat cock, Steve fucks your pussy and at the same time, his huge finger fucks your tiny ass. Pumping in and out of your tiny hole while you cry and yet once more you slowly begin humping up against him. As if the depravity of it all turned you on even more – which he knew it did.
Your hand tugs at his bicep, making him shift his gaze back up to you.
“It’s happening again, daddy, it’s– d-don’t stop, I–”
Steve licks his lips, “Say you’ll marry me.”
Your eyes widen the most they have all night, “Wh-What?!”
“Say it!” He orders, “Say it or else I’ll fucking stop and leave you hanging. Say you’ll marry me, be my wife and do whatever the fuck I tell you to do.”
“N-No, I–”
He stills his hips, only for you to shake your head and grip his arm harder in desperation, humping up against him hopelessly.
“Say it. Say you’re daddy’s little bride. Fucking say it.”
“I-I’m daddy’s little bride, okay? I’ll do it, daddy, I’ll marry you, I – OH FUCK, PLEASE – I’ll do whatever you say, I, just please, I–” You’ve lost it, completely lost it as new tears swell from your eyes and you beg him as if you have no shame at all. And Steve feels all the pride and smugness in the world as he resumes fucking you, knowing he won’t last any longer after this carnal display of submission from you.
“Cum.” He orders you, “right now, sweetheart, do what I say and cum for daddy.”
You squirt so violently around his cock, that your whole body shakes and shudders, you’re so overwhelmed by pleasure. Toes curled and tears streaking your face, you hold him so tightly that he’s surprised by your strength, and you keep moaning his name, you keep moaning “daddy” over and over again as if he got his agents to reprogramme your brain and it’s all you know how to say now.
“That’s right, baby girl,” he mutters lowly, “squeeze that pretty little princess cunt around daddy’s dick. You’re such a good fucking girl.”
“Th-Thank you, daddy,” your meek response, barely audible by how quietly you say it, is not something he expected, and it goes straight to his dick. Not you, not his little bride, thanking him for deflowering you in the most brutal way possible? Fuck, he’d broken you. You’d be licking the palm of his hand by tomorrow; he just knew it.
The thought makes him shudder, his dick twitches and then he unloads inside you. Spurt after spurt unloaded straight into your pussy, and it’s such a satisfying feeling, pumping you full of his seed. Filling you the fuck up, and he’s glad he didn’t use the fucking condom. And there’s so much of his cum, because of the serum of course, so much that it doesn’t even fit inside you. It pours out of you and you watch with wide eyes before letting out a soft cry.
“I’m not… I’m not protected, I don’t take birth control, I–I…” Your voice trails off, too weak to voice any more protestations as Steve continues to empty himself inside you, your words having no effect on him whatsoever.
“Good. You’d be lucky to carry my child.” Steve informs you, his cock already thickening again at the thought of him knocking you up. He’d never had an interest in having children before now, but fucking a whole family into you seems like the hottest fucking thing he could do right now. Captain America: the family man. It made sense for his image.
Your protests fall on deaf ears, and he remains inside you, till he’s finally emptied out and your poor, raw pussy is overflowing with his cum. But he stays on top of you, propped up on his elbows as he watches you underneath him. Your chest rising and falling as you breathe, and you’re so pretty, and he can’t help but lean down to kiss you again. Once, twice, three times. He frowns when you don’t kiss him back, drawing back to take another look at you.
Your eyes have fluttered shut. Your body couldn’t take it. You’ve passed out once more.
Steve smirks, feeling himself hardening up again inside you. He had absolutely no qualms with fucking you back to consciousness again.
***
It’s gone past midnight when Steve hears a knock on his door. He calls for them to come in, and two SHIELD agents appear in his doorway. The same two who always come to take away his rewards after he’s done with them.
The female agent’s jaw twitches at the sight. Steve on the bed, having changed and washed up with a quick shower. And you’re next to him, passed out on the bloodied sheets. Steve reckons you look beautiful, like you’re sleeping.
“Would you like for us to take her away, Captain?” The male agent asks.
“No. She will stay with me. Contact her family and let them know, make them pack a bag for her and make sure it arrives here by tomorrow.”
The male agent nods, but the female – it’s always the damned females, Steve scorns – she hesitates.
“Captain, she looks like she’s in bad shape. Maybe–”
“That will be all.” Steve interrupts, “you can leave now.”
They do, and Steve turns his attentions back to you – his little girl, as you begin to stir.
“Shhh,” he orders, when you open your mouth to speak. Your eyes look bleary, you look confused, wondering whether all this was a dream or not. Steve’s in no mood to indulge you, and yet he presses his thumb past your lips. And fuck, it goes straight to his dick when you readily accept it, sucking his thumb like a baby as you blink up at him.
His beautiful, broken little bride.
“Go back to sleep.” Steve tells you, “Tomorrow’s going to be a busy day for us. You need all the rest you can get.”
Yes, tomorrow. When he’d parade you around his teammates as Captain America’s little bride. It would be perfect. His forever reward.
Tony had his alcohol, Sam had his parties, Bruce had his research and Bucky had some girl. But Steve? Steve had drawn the best cards out of all of them. Because he had you. Your submission, your devotion. You.
He deserved this.
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nomad steve is a big fat fuckin MUNCH. idc idc idc. nobody can change my mind. that man eats pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner. he is STARVED.
you wake up? his head is in between your thighs. your working? he wants you to sit on his face while you do it. your doing the dishes? best believe that man is on his knees tongue deep inside your pussy desperate to have you cream all over his face. making comments like
“you just looked so good baby i couldn’t help it, had to get a taste of you”
“you like it when daddy sucks on your clit while you finish your chores? yeah? fuckin dirty girl”
“fuck honey, cum in daddy’s mouth, come on give it to me”
“pussy tastes like fuckin heaven”
one thing he does not stand for is hovering. when he tells you to sit on his face, he means sit on it. he’ll be grabbing your hips, pulling you down onto his face, his rough beard rubbing against your thighs while his tongue explores your dripping heat and you know damn well he eats it in the morning so he can smell your pussy on his facial hair during the day, his tongue darting out to lick over his moustache, savouring the taste of your juices.
your spread missionary as he suckles and nibbles on your clit, his fingers fucking into you at a desperate pace, missing the taste of your cream even though he’s already had you twice today, his mouth opening wide as you writhe and squirt on his tongue, watching him as he moans and grunts, his hips rocking into the mattress beneath him as he fills his boxers with hot n sticky ropes of cum
“jesus christ” he breathes, “got me cumming in my pants like a damn teenager sweet girl, thats how fuckin good your pussy tastes.”
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dark nights
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you don't think sharing a room with your lecturers is a big deal. not until professor rogers starts going a little too far with his sleepwalking. thankfully, professor barnes is there to talk you through it.
content warning: dark!steve x f!reader x soft!dark!bucky, age gap, somnophilia, dub/noncon, naive!reader, smut, voyeurism, booby stuff, fingering, penetrative sex, rough sex, cream pie, cockwarming.
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As you lie on your side, the gentle sound of rain pattering against the window soothes you. You've never been quick to fall asleep, but the motel's lumpy mattress isn't helping. You are appreciate of Steve's warmth, though, and the fact that you don't feel uncomfortable to be sharing a bed with him at all.
When Professor Barnes invited you on this research trip, you knew you couldn't turn the opportunity down. Two weeks with two of the greatest minds in quantum physics? You had to say yes, utterly honored that they allowed you, a mere freshman barely two months into her college career, to accompany them.
Bucky was happy to take the sofa bed, where he lays now. He's still awake; you can hear him typing on his phone every so often. It's only been ten minutes since you got into bed but they did tell you Steve takes only minutes to fall into a deep sleep. They also warned you that he's prone to sleepwalking, which doesn't worry you - until you feel his arm wrap around you.
"Professor Rogers?" You whisper, turning your head to find his eyes closed as he softly snores.
"Everything alright?" Bucky asks you from the couch. The lamp by the TV is still on so you can clearly see him sitting up.
"Uh, yeah," You reply lowly. "All good."
Not convinced by your tone, Bucky stands up to check on you, his brows furrowing. "Steve sleepwalks, as we mentioned, pay it no mind," He assures you. "Try and get some sleep, flower. Big day tomorrow."
You take his advice, shutting your eyes and trying your best to relax - but then you feel Steve's hand cup your breast. You suck in a gasp, your eyes flying wide open.
"Professor Barnes," You call out to Bucky, who's still standing by the couch.
"What's wrong?" He asks you, taking a step closer.
"He.... he's touching my... chest," You manage to spurt out, cringing inwardly.
Bucky tuts, slowly walking over to you. "I'm sorry about him, but you must stay calm," He tells you firmly. "You can't wake up a sleepwalker."
Steve's fingers start rubbing and pulling at your nipple, making you freeze up. "He... Professor Barnes, please stop him!" You beg him desperately.
"Shh," Bucky whispers soothingly, coming closer to where you lay. His glasses rest lowly on his nose, the pipe in his mouth letting out smoke. "Be brave, flower. It can be incredibly dangerous to wake someone while they're sleepwalking."
"I - this isn't sleepwalking," You whisper, holding back your whimpers while Steve paws at your tits.
"Ah, but it is," Bucky retorts. "Sleepwalkers don't only get up and trot around in the night. I've heard some cases where they cook and eat an entire meal while asleep, and one man even drove all the way to work. It's a dynamic ailment, flower, please be patient with him. I'm sorry, I didn't know Steve's sleepwalking could manifest in a sexual manner, but I'm sure he'll stop soon."
You bite down on your lip and hope he's right. Carefully, you try to move Steve's hands off your breasts, but he only squeezes them harder, making you squirm. Suddenly he pulls up your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cold air - and worse, to Bucky's eyes.
"Professor," You shudder, bringing your hands up to cover your chest.
"Just relax," Bucky says lowly, his eyes dark. "It'll be over soon."
Steve pins your left shoulder down firmly before moving his head down. You aren't sure what he's doing until you feel his lips wrap around your nipple. A whimper leaves your mouth as he sucks on your tit, conflicting feelings coursing through you. Though you're terrified and embarrassed, you also feel pangs of pleasure shooting through you like electricity.
"Remain calm, flower," Bucky utters soothingly. "Let him continue and he'll stop on his own accord. We cannot wake him."
You're slightly frustrated at his words - surely a professor forcing his way on a student, whether consciously or not, is more important than whatever danger to Steve you would be posing by waking him up? You try to push him off you, but even in slumber, he's much too strong and heavy for you to try and fight against him.
Steve's hand suddenly pushes past the hemline of your shorts and bypasses your panties. You almost squeal as his fingers plunge into you with no warning, three digits stretching your entrance. The ease with which he's able to slide in, the juices which coat his fingers, leave you incredibly ashamed.
"Professor Barnes," You cry lowly between shaky breaths. "It - he's hurting me."
"Shh, shh, shh," Bucky hushes you as he places a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry about this, honey, I really am, but there's nothing I can do. Try and close your eyes, think about something else."
You squeeze your eyes shut but no pleasant thoughts can distract you from Steve fucking you with his fingers. He curls and scissors them inside you, making your stomach flip. The sound of his fingers sloshing in and out of your wet cunt fill the room, and you're utterly humiliated.
Small whines and moans rush past your lips uncontrollably as Steve fingers you faster, his mouth still latched onto your hard nipple. You wince, trying not to let the pleasure take over, determined to remain professional.
"You're doing so well, flower," Bucky says as he looks your body up and down, watching as Steve violates you. "Being such a good girl, so calm."
"Please, Sir," You whimper, shaking your head. "Make him stop."
"I'm sure it won't be much longer, now," Bucky assures you, biting on his smoke pipe. "That's it, flower, stay nice and relaxed."
Your heart is beating out of your chest and it only beats harder when you feel Steve's hard cock resting against your bare thigh. Before you can move away from him, he pulls his fingers out of you and rips apart your shorts, panties and all. Your body is frozen in shock as he shoves you onto your side with a gruff grunt, and before you get the chance to realize what's about to happen and brace yourself for it, Steve pushes his entire cock into your cunt.
"Oh, my God!" You can't help but cry loudly. Hoping it's enough to wake him, you feel a sense of relief as he stops moving. There are a few moments of silence and just as you look up and meet Bucky's eyes with your tear-filled ones, Steve begins to roughly fuck you.
His hips snap against yours over and over as he mercilessly probes you with his thick cock. You could swear it feels like you're being torn apart, every inch of your skin on fire as you tightly grip onto the sheets.
"Just stay calm," Bucky says casually as he strokes your hair, watching Steve fuck you like an animal. "That's a good girl, just take it."
"Please," You whimper, crying with every hard thrust he serves you. It makes you feel even worse when the pain begins to make room for pleasure, as though you're just as animalistic and depraved as Steve's unconscious alter ego.
The springs in the mattress squeak beneath you as Steve fucks you harder and the headboard repeatedly smacks against the wall with a heavy thump. He lets out low grunts and growls into your ear, his hands keeping you pinned to the bed. A part of you doesn't believe that he's genuinely sleepwalking when you see the look in his eyes - but you remember what Bucky said. Some people can cook meals and drive cars while sleepwalking - it is so crazy to think someone could have sex while sleepwalking?
Still, though, you refuse to let Bucky know that a part of you is finding the sordid encounter enjoyable. While pleasure envelopes you and cascades down your spine, you keep on a strong face in hopes that it'll convince Bucky you can remain professional even in the most difficult and absurd situations.
"That's it, flower, you're being so good," Bucky mumbles, gently stroking your cheek. "It's almost over, I promise. Just a little longer. You're taking this all so well, being so good for us. We knew you would be."
His words confuse you for a second - did they know this was going to happen? But you shake away those thoughts. There's no way they would have let you come if they knew this was possible, you must have misunderstood him.
Steve's thrusts become quicker and harder as he fucks you into the mattress. Your legs shake and you can't believe how close you are to climaxing. You try to hold it back, refusing to orgasm in front of your professors, but when Steve suddenly begins rubbing harsh circles onto your clit while pulling and twisting your nipple, you know you have no control. With a loud cry, you cum onto his cock, your cunt squeezing around his pulsating shaft.
"That's it, good girl," Bucky mumbles, stroking your slacked jaw as your eyes roll back and your body trembles and shakes.
Steve thrusts a few more times before he cums with a grunt, filling you with his seed. You gasp at the feeling, his warm cum coating your insides, his twitching cock beating against your walls.
"You did so well," Bucky says, his own cock hard and leaking precum, threatening to burst through his pants. "You've been such a good girl tonight."
All you can let out is a weak whimper.
Bucky gives you a soft smile. "Now, get some sleep," He tells you firmly before making his way to the bathroom.
You breathe heavily, trying to process the events of the night, equally as ashamed as you are exhausted. A few moments pass and you wait for Steve to pull out and return to his side of the bed, but he remains where he is with his cock inside you, heavy arm around your body, soft snores leaving his mouth.
You try to push him off you but he only grips you tighter and even thrusts his softening cock in and out of you a few times, scaring you into remaining perfectly still for the rest of the night.
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