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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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She's Not Mine

Steve Rogers x plus size reader

Thor x plus size reader

When Steve can’t sleep, he decides to surf the web as a distraction but discovers something very very interesting on a site called OnlyFans

Warnings: SMUT, sex tapes, secret relationship, pining, m masterbation, unprotected sex, porn, anal (m receiving), shibari, dildos, steve just is a hint of bisexual, rough sex, grinding, mention of bullets and gunshot wounds

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Steve was restless. Too much adrenaline and maybe a hint of sexual frustration. It didn’t help that he had been on a mission with you for a solid week, playing the part of a married couple. And with there being only one room, he couldn’t really get himself off as often as he would have liked to.

By the time the two of you had returned to the compound, Steve was almost permanently hard and having to constantly tuck his throbbing erection into his waistband to keep you from seeing it.

He had already rubbed one out in the shower and once in bed, his cum now cold against his stomach but he didn’t feel like cleaning himself up just yet. Sighing, he reached over and grabbed his phone. The brightness blinded him for a moment before his blue eyes adjusted. He quickly turned on Do Not Disturb.

The usual videos he enjoyed now seemed dull in comparison to the images of you that flashed behind his eyelids, so he turned off his phone once more and thought about you. The little shorts you wore to bed that rode up your plump ass beautifully. Steve’s hand inched downwards to his rapidly swelling cock. The way you would walk out of the shower with just a tiny white towel wrapped around your generous curves. He groaned as his calloused fingers brushed against the sensitive underside of his dick.

You never knew how much he studied you, how his eyes would fixate on everything you did. “Fuck, doll.” The tips of his fingers gripped the side of his cock, squeezing tightly until he was on the border of pain. Pleasure twisted in his lower stomach like a knot slowly being pulled taught.

He could see your face clearly as his eyes fluttered shut. He watched as you thrashed beneath him, crying out as his hips rolled into yours, his cock plunging deep into your tight cunt. Steve could almost feel the flutter of your pussy, the bite of your nails digging into his skin.

He was panting now, hips rolling into his hand as pre-cum leaked from his tip. He could feel his balls drawing up. He was close, just needed one more push to leap over the edge. Your eyes flickered open. “Steve.” You moaned but your voice sounded wrong, too robotic. His eyebrows scrunched in concentration.

“Please Steve.” Your face was emotionless, blank.

“Shit.” The knot in his stomach unwound and slipped through his fingers. With a growl, he released his cock which was still painfully hard. The visions of you vanished quickly and he was only left with a deep feeling of dissatisfaction and guilt.

He lifted his phone up once more and absentmindedly opened up twitter and switched to his private account. Naked men and women filled his screen but tonight, none of them were peaking his interest until he reached the bottom of his timeline and a new account was being recommended.

He couldn’t see their faces but the way that the man and woman fit together, her soft, plump body pressed tightly against his abs as he towered over her, made Steve pause. The woman had the same body type as you. Without thinking, he clicked on the profile.

Bunny and Bear. The name was cute and fitting. The man looked massive from the few photos that were on the page. He was all muscles and dark blonde hair. While she was soft and wide. They were polar opposites but fit together so well. And if Steve concentrated hard enough, he could picture himself as Bear and you as Bunny.

His cock throbbed at the thought. He kept scrolling through their profile but all of the photos had them were nothing too scandalous. His hand around her throat, her straddling him in a skirt and what was obviously his shirt. Only the bottom half of their faces were visible in each tempting image so Steve couldn’t identify who they were.

There was no hesitation in his actions as he clicked the link above the photo. He trembled with excitement as he threw his credit card information at the website, not caring that Tony would eventually find out and rouse on him.

After a few moments, his vision was filled with video after video of the couple, their naked bodies frozen in place behind an opaque play button, each with a small title above them describing the video.

‘Tied up and used’: red ropes held Bunny in place as white cum dripped down her body.

‘Bear was being bad’: his muscular back was bent in a perfect arch, a large dildo half-way inside him.

‘Bath time for bunny’: she lay in an empty tub, bear’s arm only partially visible as he held the shower head to her clit.

Steve was hypnotised as he scrolled through the feed. Which one would he start with? Just as he was about to click on ‘Cockwarming on a cold winter’s day’, another title caught his eye.

Bunny was folded in half on her back, her large stomach cradled between her plump thighs as bear pushed her legs back, exposing her pussy to him as the tip of his massive cock was notched at her entrance. ‘Bunny gets bred’.

Steve swore that he went light-headed for a moment as the blood in his body rushed south to his angry cock. His hands were shaking as he pressed play and his screen went black. Already, he had a hand wrapped around himself, lazily stroking his length.

The camera showed a large bed in the middle of the room. Bunny quickly appeared in frame and Steve’s breath hitched. She was dressed in skimpy blue and red lingerie that did nothing to hide her pebbled nipples and… wait. Steve paused and then his eyes widened comically. Her nipples were pierced.

He groaned, his head falling back against his pillow. Would you pierce your nipples? Would you wear those novelty barbells with his shield on them for him? She did a little spin for the camera, showing off the way the g-string of her lingerie rode up between her full ass cheeks.

A shiver rolled up Steve’s spine. Bear’s thick arm wrapped around her wide hips and tugged her backwards so he could hold his hard body against her soft one. His lips descended onto her neck, laying gentle kisses to her skin.

Her head rolled back, exposing more of herself to both the camera and her partner. Steve worked his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched. He hoped you would react the same way if he ever got the privilege to touch you. Quiet sighs escaped her parted lips as bear’s kisses became nibbles and then full on bites.

Bruises bloomed along the delicate skin of her throat, her skin getting darker with them as more and more were sucked into her skin. One of her hands crawled up his thick arm to bury itself in his blond hair, pulling it just hard enough to elicit a hiss of pain from the larger man.

“Naughty.” He purred in a voice strangely familiar to Steve. She cried out as his teeth sunk into her throat. Steve’s cock throbbed at the sound. Huge hands inched up her stomach and gently brushed against the flimsy fabric.

A tear came through the speakers of his phone and Steve’s breathing stopped. Bear had ripped the lingerie clean off of her, leaving her completely exposed in front of the camera. She looked exactly like how he pictured your naked body in his head. Perfect, big, beautiful, soft, everything.

Her lips curled up into a smirk and the video cut.

The next shot was a closer view of the bed but still allowed for both of their faces to be mostly out of frame. Bunny was straddling bear against the headboard, her hands tangled in his long hair as they kissed. His own kneaded the flesh of her ass, pushing and pulling her in a rocking motion against his bare cock.

Steve’s hips bucked into his hand, he was already getting close, too wrapped up in the fantasy that it was you and him on that bed, not two strangers. “Fuck fuck fuck.” His body burned with pleasure, unable to stop his orgasm from screaming towards him.

Bear growled, biting down on her bottom lip as he tugged her forward enough for the tip of his cock to be seen from between her legs. Bunny pulled away with a gasp and bear wasted no time. His lips moved to her tits, licking at the soft flesh before enveloping her nipple into his mouth. His long hair kept Steve from seeing his face.

Bunny’s hips rolled against him, beautiful moans filling the room. “Please.” She begged softly, keeping her voice at a whisper. An arm wound around her waist to keep her close as bear moved so she was now on her back and he hovered above her, his mouth still firmly attached to her skin.

Her legs quickly wrapped around his thin hips but he was far stronger than her so he pried them apart, pinning her knees to the bed beside him. Steve squeezed the base of his cock as tight as he could, desperately trying to keep himself from exploding before the main event.

He could now clearly see the man’s dick as it rested on her large stomach, the uncut tip landing right on her belly button, leaving thick globs of pre-cum. His considerable length was already coated in her wetness. It was hypnotic, how would that even fit inside her?

“Are you ready to take me little one?” Steve moaned. His abs rippled as he jerked himself off. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer, he needed to cum.

“Always.” She answered, her hips canting upwards so he slipped between her lips. Bear didn’t respond verbally, instead he lifted her legs up so he could press them forward, her knees resting by her ears. Were you that flexible?

There was only a moment's pause as he lined himself up and then he surged forward. Bunny screamed and Steve came. He moaned and thrashed on the bed, dropping his phone as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him in the best orgasm he had ever had.

His hand slowed, drawing out his ecstasy for as long as he could until the twinges of overstimulation fired in his lower stomach. He could hear the video still playing, wet slaps and grunts that he felt indifferent towards now that post-nut clarity was hitting him.

“I’m an awful person.” He whined to no one in particular, the guilt of imagining you in such lewd situations when you had never shown any romantic interest towards him. It didn’t help that you were one of the kindest and innocent people he had ever met. He had never even witnessed you going on a date, let alone having sex.

Sighing, he picked up his phone, fully intending to cancel the subscription and then avoid you for a couple days but something caught his eye. Bunny had a scar on the underside of her right leg that was only visible now that she was bent in half and the lighting allowed for the puckered flesh to be picked up by the camera.

The circular mark was obviously from a bullet. Steve knew that scar, after all he was there when you got it, he was the one that pulled the bullet from your leg in the middle of a mission.

“Holy fuck.” He muttered and bear moved in just the right way and allowed him to see the jawline and eyes he knew very well.

Bunny and Bear. You and Thor.

Quickly, he shut down the app. But the image was still burned into his mind. And he would hate to admit it out loud, but now that he knew it was you and one of his closest friends, that made it even hotter.

How long have you two been doing this? When did you even start dating? Was it really dating or just sex? And the most shameful question circled in his mind before he could stop it. Would you let him watch? Let him join?

He flicked off DND and was fully intending to shower away those shameful thoughts but several text messages from you popped up on his screen. Against his better judgments, he opened them.

‘Is this you?’ There was a screenshot of a notifications page with the username he had chosen for OnlyFans at the top, saying that he had subbed to the page. Terror ripped through his stomach. You knew.

Then followed by: ‘I hope you’re enjoying yourself Captain’

‘It’s been a while so you must be’ That was only two minutes ago.

Suddenly another image came through. You were sitting on Thor’s lap and he could clearly see the way your pussy was stretched around his cock as Thor’s massive hands held you down. Both of you were smiling wickedly, like you knew a secret he wasn’t privy to. ‘Join us?’

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Harem time

Alphas Steve, Bucky, Thor and Logan all sharing an Omega

They all met her at a cafe she worked at and all of them knew the moment they smelled her she needed to be theirs

And now, after a while of dating, she is finally spending her heat with them

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Congratulations! Its a match!

The phone feels lofty in your hands, the draw of the match coming mere moments after they had stepped into the cafe. Not all together but separated into pairs, with one of them completely on his own, their scents were as powerful as they were potent.

And you had escaped out the back door to have a breather, never once imagining that you could or would have been matched to them all.

“I didn’t think three of them even knew how to use a phone.” The glow of a cigarette and the light cloud of smoke comes from your left the, new and pretty, blonde waitress most men and alphas flirt with while you’re working, has joined you.

“You managed to bag four of them?” She leans over to look at you and your phone, only three familiar faces you recognize.

“Shit, shit, shit…” you curse and stumble back into the cheapened brick wall, your stomach and heart flipping end over end.

“The God of thunder? Really?” She scoffed and looked you over scrutinizingly. “I mean…for some-“

You can’t hear her, the world has gone completely dim as your thighs and legs begin feeling weak.

You, a plus-sized omega who works in an aged diner, has been matched with four equally powerful and intimidating alphas.

Two super soldiers, the God of Thunder and a…

“Mutants.” She scoffed again. “Freaks. Perfect for you though.”

“Hey!” The back door opens and closes, their powerful and potent scents coming through clear from the open door. “You’ve got tables waiting. Hurry up.”

Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor Odinson and James Howlett, better known as Logan, had all matched with you.

And they were all here, purposefully sitting in your section.

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lilacprincessofrecovery · 2 years

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Marvel x Female Plus Size Reader Preferences - Insecure

WARNINGS: Weight insecurity, self depreciation, body image issues Angsty Fluff

Note: Again this one is not edited. Written on phone.

Word Count: 1827

Tony Stark

“Hey, I have two tickets to the MET if you are up for it tonight, Babe?” You shrugged while kicking a magazine under the bed. “What was…” He walked over and grabbed the magazine you kicked and he looked at the cover. “Who’s Stark’s Best Looking Girlfriend?” He whispered out loud and then frowned, eyes furrowed trying to understand why they would do that and then gets angry. “Do you believe this shit?” She looked at him like a deer in headlights. “I repeat y/N, You don’t believe this shit. Do you?” Her eyes filled up with tears as she watched him flip to the pictures of the beautiful women that Tony had been seen with and saw an article saying she should lose weight and that’s when his temper got to him and he threw it at the window breaking it with his strength. “Damn them, Y/N! You are hot as Hell.” “I’m not a bunny.” “You know what? I’m glad. What have they got to offer other than a quick night?” She shrugged, “I don’t know I’ve never been thin.” Tony laughed and kisses her. “It’s not funny, Tony.” “It’s just ridiculous that you believe STORIES that people write about you. STORIES. Stories aren’t real.” “I kinda live in a superhero world here. All stories seem like weird and are probably real.” “Precisely. The stories are usually twisted around til they are bad. Don’t listen to them. It’s the ignorance of people who are jealous of others and want to see celebrities or heroes fall. Don’t let them make you fall. They are nothing to take to heart. Just false stories. False.” “Tony, I want to make you proud.” “You’d say I’m a genius… well everything I say is right so there. You are attractive. Boom. That’s truth. Don’t mix the two babe between stories or truths.” He kisses her again. “We’ve got to work on your self esteem. and y/n you do make me proud. Every day.”

Bucky Barnes

“Are you always in the mirror?” you looked at your boyfriend as you were popping a zit in the mirror blushing. You were in some tshirt material grey mini shorts and a white camisole completely as natural as you can be without being unclothed. “Well… are you always watching me?” “You know I have to… If I don’t, someone could hurt you.” The fun was taken out of the conversation bringing up her mortality and she shrugged after kissing him as he walked in and went back to the mirror pinching your chubby cheeks as Bucky is brushing his hair taking his shirt off for a shower. “Hey Buck…” One foot in the shower about to turn on the water he looks at her. “Yeah?” “Do you think I look fat?” He was silent. “B…bucky?” He groaned and looked at her. “This question is loaded. I do not know which is good or bad. I don’t know what you want me to say? I guess that currently wafer thin is in. Back in my days it was generously curvy. I don’t wanna upset you, Doll. I know that girls seem to overthink these things.” “Overthink?” He nods and sits on the edge of the hot tub in the restroom looking up at you. “You have nothing to worry about. So try to see that. You look curvy not fat. Ideal.” She nods. “Thank you Bucky.” He smiled soft nodding and gets in the shower.

Steve Rogers

“Do you think I need to change how I look?” Checking her reflection in a window to the conference room where all the avengers were sitting, another annoying probably pointless meeting about coffee cups Tony was scheduling. Steve didn’t mind missing one boring meeting to help his number one girl. He took her hand before he walked in the door and took her to his room. “Why would my best girl want to change how she looked?” “Did someone say something to you darlin?” He kissed the top of her head looking down at her eyes. “Tell me. Did someone make you feel inferior?” “No one other than myself Stevie.” “I wish you could see yourself how I see you. Your weight gives your body shape. My weight does the same.” She almost giggles. “Steve you are the most fit man I’d ever known. You have abs galore.” “Doesn’t make me less human.” He says caressing her cheek. She got the point.

Peter Parker

“I got a message from this teen modeling agency… you know the ones they always send out? From school? They are having a contest… Do you think I could beat Peter?” She said, poking at her upper arm. Peter sighed and got on his knee in front of the mirror and sat her on it, her back facing the mirror looking at him, and looked up at her. “Do you really want to enter this contest thing?” She shook her head. “I just wanna be pretty, Peter.” Tears started streaming down her face. He took her face in his hands. “They hurt things that are most beautiful… that they just don’t understand... I just don’t want them to make fun of you like you fear. I think you could win every modeling thing in all the universe. Trust me… I would know. I’ve been. But hey… My opinion is all that matters. Right?” She smiled softly nodding tears flowing slower looking up at him. “Don’t cry anymore. Please it breaks my heart.” She nods and hugs him tight.

Loki Laufeyson

“Loki! I’m so big! This dress doesn’t fit!” she screamed. “You aren’t big,” Loki walked over to her slowly and he looked at his queen who was struggling to fit into her new dress. “You are literally the God of lies. Why should I believe you?” Loki looked down at her. “So, I am to be chastised for a century long characterization that was placed on me. Like you’ve been labeled ‘fat’? Should my words mean nothing because of what other people have decided to call me for mistakes I may or may not have created in the past?” “You know every dress must be fit and tailored to the woman by a seamstress. I see nothing wrong with you needing it to be let out my queen.” She thought, “Loki, I love you.” he grinned his typical charming yet misleading smile but truly meaning good.

Thor Odinson

She looked at the scale in the corner of the bathroom. tears welling up and he shakes his head keeping her from making a mad dash to the number machine. “Do you only care about size? I didn’t think you were that shallow.” she sighed. “What if I were a larger than average male? Would you hate me as much as you hate yourself and want to leave me?” Not had told her about his time being overweight and down in the dumps. “You make it seem like weight is the only thing that matters… in your mind. It’s not the only thing in the world. In fact I could care less about the whole thing. There are worse things in the world. The nine realms even…” “but Thor the other girls…” “Yes… girls… I thought you were a woman, mi lady. I want a woman.” He arched a brow looking down at her hugging her now. She smiled softly. Then answers his question. “No. I would love you anyway.” “I used to weigh more than you do.” Not knowing that was the wrong thing to say. “You are so fit Thor. Why did you want me?” “I love you. I could go on all day about how much I adored you.” “You may have to.” “Of course. You have sparkling eyes. You have beautiful hair. Your body is as the waves of the ocean. Youre more beautiful than you can even imagine. You are smart. You are strong. You are incredible. You are……..” Thor continued with sweet nothings as he cuddles with her.

Clint Barton

“Take a picture it may last longer.” Clint arched a brow standing against the bedroom door frame at his beautiful girl. “Hey clint.” She said in a small voice and she posed one last time in the mirror before turning to face him still in the doorway. Never having seen her like this before. “You know that you are a bigger girl. Yes?” Tears started flowing from her eyes. “I’m sorry I’m too fat for you!” Clint just looked at her shaking his head and uncrosses his arms and walks across the bathroom floor to go to her and pulled her in a strong hug. “I couldn’t be without you. I truly don’t care about the weight.”

Deadpool

After Wade lost Vannessa and he came to terms with it, he saw her. She was everything to him, Instantly. As quick as it was with Vannessa. He had to be hers. The only thing is that this girl was bigger than vanessa. It would had bothered him before the change to his own body before Ajax (frances ;D) got ahold of him. But he watched her walk and loved how her body swayed to its own beat. One day he found her staring in the mirror, about 6 months from when they originally met and she moved in. He had just come home from a long long fight day with Colossus and Negasonic Teenage Warhead at a nursing home oddly enough. “Hey… y/n!” he skipped in and flopped on the end of the bed posing in a laying down position propped up on his elbow and he shakes his head. “Hey, Wade…” He noticed she seemed out of it. He got up and smacked her bottom. “What are we looking at?” trying to keep the mood up. He looked over her shoulder, his chin was on, hands on her hips, looking in the mirror with her. She didn’t answer. “Don’t frown.” He smiled softer letting the mood fall seeing how insecure she really is at the moment. “Wade…” She brushed off his hands from her hip and tried to walk away from him but him being stronger than her that of course didn’t work. He kept her in place. “What are we looking at?” “My huge body…” she closed her eyes not to see what Wade’s eyes may be looking at if he was as disgusted as you were. Wade shook his head. “Babe… I wouldn’t be with you if you weren’t sexy as Hell. Make me shallow or not… I’ve seen lots of hot girls but YOU are sexy.” He kissed her shoulder blade. She smiled and kissed his cheek. “Thank you Wade.” “You put up with the earthquake lines that is my face so you get respect too. I’d think you were hot anyway though.” He kissed her lips passionately.

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

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lokiandbuckysdoll · 2 years

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Jealousy

Summary: Thor’s jealousy for Steve plays into your fantasy.

Paring: Thor x Plus-sized reader. Steve x Plus -sized reader, Thor x plus-sized reader x Steve.

Word count: 1.89k

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: SMUT!!, mention of insecure Thor, threesome, dirty talk, jealousy Thor (yes that’s a warning)

A/N: This idea came to my head after reading @hannibals-favourite-meal NSFW headcanon for Thor. Also this is my first time writing smut and something like this! so please bear with me it’s not the best!.

Jealousy was always something that never looked good on anyone except for Thor that is. The reason for saying that is because he'd get jealous so easily to the point where he would remain calm and collected for the most part but you could tell when he was getting close to his breaking point. His body language said it all when he'd shift and place his arm around your plump waist possessively claiming what's.

That leads you to where you are now pinned down on the bed with your dress long gone, make up and hair all messed up with Captain America and the god of thunder pounding into you as if there was no tomorrow and you loved every second of it.

“ Aww look at my dove crying you wanted this, now take it”

All you could do was whimper as you felt Thor thrust into you from below as Steve pulled out from behind you and back in. They created a rhythm that set your body on fire in the best way possible.

“ Be a good girl sunshine” Steve groaned in your ear.

“ Answer him my dove”

“ ye- yess captain, mhm so close” you were cut off as you let out a pornograpic moan.

“Aww she wants to cum should we let her Steve?” Thor gave him a devilish smirk.

“ Beg for it sunshine” Steve now slapped your already redden ass from the early slaps Thor gave you for being a brat. You couldn’t help but moan again as he pulled your hips back to his frame.

“Please let me cum please my king! ``With that Thor pulled you down to his face and gave you a rough yet passionate kiss and that made you come undone.

“ Thor I won’t last long I’m close- ” Steve was fighting for dear life to not cum inside you. It was the ONE rule Thor made clear to Steve.

2 hours earlier:

Both Thor and you were open and honest with each other. You had the type of relationship that many people can only dream about. So Obviously the discussion of your sex life had come up with what both of your fantasy’s and desire were. One happening to be a threesome with Captain America himself.

Thor expressed his feelings of concern and jealousy he had when it came to Steve. Nothing less you reassured him how you did not have any romantic feelings or attraction to him you both continued to discuss and Thor later on brought the topic up again.

That leads to Tony’s party tonight. Thor had mentioned and discussed with Steve about the whole ordeal, he was simply okay with it and also expressed to Thor that he wanted some fun and that he did not have any attraction to you other than a friend.

So you'd dress up in your finest dress and have your hair and makeup done, you even wore his favorite lingerie set. It was hard for Thor not to forgo the plan and just fuck you against the wall.

The night went on and after the party all three of you went back to your shared room.

And that’s when Thor set the rules.

Rule 1: What you say goes your in charge unless Thor isn’t comfortable with something.

Rule 2: if you use your safe word both automatically stop.

And Rule 3 : Thor made this very clear NO coming inside you. That was his job however Steve was allowed to cum on your body wherever that you choose.

Now:

“ You know the rule Steve.” Thor said in a serious manner.

“ I know” he groaned at the loss of contact with your walls as he pulled out.

You were still coming down from your high but the sound of Thor's voice pulled you slightly out of your haze.

“ My mouth” your voice hoarse as Thor helps you lift your thick thighs off of him, your shaking a little still from your high.

You didn’t struggle to take Steve into your mouth. He was just as long as Thor but not as thick. Steve came and you swallowed all of it. As he pulled out of your mouth Thor quickly thrust into your mouth.

Thor didn’t mind coming in your mouth but he preferred to cum inside you, with Steve he didn’t want him to witness that intimate moment. Not long after Thor came and you tried to swallow it all but his cum was so thick that you couldn't do so.

The sight of you kneeling there with both his and Steve’s cum dripping down your neck onto your breast and plump stomach almost made them come again.

Thor could see the tiredness over taking you so he got up and grabbed a towel to wipe you down and gave a slight nod to Steve that it was time for him to leave. Before he could leave the bed you reached out and grabbed his hand. Both Thor and him shared a confused look. He leaned down as you sat up a little.

“thank you Steve” you said breathlessly as you kissed his cheek then gave him a soft and yet quick kiss to his lips.

“ Your welcome sunshine” he kissed your hand.

Thor took you to the bathroom after Steve left and helped you clean up. As you laid curled up in Thor's arms as one if his hands was rubbing your back and the other holding your leg that was sprawled across him. He saw you had something on your mind.

“ what’s on your mind my dove” you giggled at how his voice rumbled threw his chest.

“ Thank you for tonight my love, I know it wasn't easy with how you felt and to let another man let alone Steve see me so expose like that” you moved to straddle his lap and he placed his hands on your hips and you cradled his face in yours.

“ and thank you for trusting me, I love you so much Thor please know that” you leaned down to kiss him. The kiss was filled with nothing but love and passion. Once you pulled back, Thor's eyes were filled with nothing but love and admiration for you. He pulled you down so you rested your head on his chest.

“ Thank you for acknowledging how I feel about Steve, my sweet dove, I love you so much more than anything else in this universe and in all the nine realms' ' he placed a kiss on your forehead as you both drifted into a sleep with smiles on both your faces.

A/n: @hannibals-favourite-meal really helped with getting me out of the small writer's block i was having lol.

#Thor Odinson #thor fanfiction #thor x plus size reader #thor x y/n #thor x reader #Steve Rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve x plus size reader #steve x reader #steve x y/n #thor smut #steve smut

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Reigning Expectations

summary; you pick up mjolnir, that’s it, that’s the fic.

warnings; alcohol drinking, peer pressure, nat and tony being annoying

a/n: you fuck thor in the next part, but procrastination is my vice so we will see

part two!

The avengers sat scattered across the illuminated living room of the tower, the night festivities strewn around the room. The lazy air clung to them as they sipped from thier filled glasses and laughed amongst each other.

Nights like these were rare, and were afforded only after one of Tony’s boisterous parties or charity events. Much of the night was filled with budding elbows with senators, politicians, and socialites, thier never ending questions and preening faces souring most of the teams mood whilst simultaneously fuelling the egos of Tony and Sam.

The high esteem and society that came with a Tony’s money wasn’t something the team particularly enjoyed divulging in, yet thier presence was expected by most of the party goers nevertheless, being the world saving mighty heroes and all.

Slowly, as more liquid was poured into glasses and the music fleeted across the luxurious apartment, the Avengers begun actually having a good time. Although they were forced to mingle amongst pretentious, spoilt trust fund adult children, and slightly dirty politicians, once they surrounded themselves with thier team members, and let the dirty brown pleasure and asgardian ale glide down thier throats and bodies, the nights apprehension was all but forgotten.

It was still annoying though.

As much as the alcohol has turned thier distaste to a semi-amusement towards the event, it quickly dissipated as Tony was brought forth to the large stage overhanging the floor of moving bodies and coaches.

Catching the attention of party goers, the billionaire glinted with a mischievous smirk that told the rest of the team enough. This would be a sobering following of events.

With one hand gripping a glass of bourbon, and another holding onto a microphone that seemed to appear out of nowhere, Tony begun thanking the many people for coming

“As you know, I’ve somewhat gone through a rebirth of sorts,

A snort from Bucky pulls heads to a swivel, eyes gliding over the brunette, before quickly moving back towards Tony after his pointed glare.

“Gone are the days of reckless youth, eganormous drinking and musty clubs that weren’t even that good. I’m sure you all know my golden days, and I’m sure I’ve made a point of ignoring and dismissing the duty I owe this country. With the esteem of my position, and the power granted to me, I shall appoint a gathering right in this tower to raise funds for the ongoing conflicts that have cornered our democracy, and damaged our beloved communities.”

Tony’s assistant, a tall stoic woman with auburn hair she’d slick back in a tight bun nodded throughly through his speech, mouthing along with him, rubbery red lips pulled back to reveal pearly whites as Tony performed the speech she wrote him.

Many of the avengers groaned out audibly, Steve grunting againts his tight lips and crossed arms, motioning to Thor for more alcohol.

No one was stupid, charity events planned by the rich and wealthy were never about giving back to the community or whatever hastily made up name wrapped over the correlated event. It was purely a morally acceptable way to flaunt your money, status, assets and power. The avengers knew it, and it burnt the goodness in Steve to no end.

The mass of people gathered tonight did too, their eyes sparkling and mouths practically frothing at the thought of showcasing thier hundreds, thousands, millions, as they raise thier paddled to buy begotten antiques and recovered jewellery.

“I trust that this event will be kept discreet, and tight lipped. Loose lips sink ships, or shall I say ruin a little fun?”

The crowds of people chuckle and laugh hearty, the sound bouncing off the walls and windows, mocking the Avengers as they boar holes into the chest of Tony stark.

“I seriously don’t want to have to barred anyway from coming, or blacklisting any of you because you couldn’t keep a tight lid” He laughed humoursly, there was a warning glint underneath his joyful tone, and it had many of the part goers nodding enthusiastically, afraid of a future without their unnecessary banquets, charity events and ridiculous parties.

As Tony rambled on about the precedings of the promised charity event, many of the avengers made their way down the steps and sat down around the centre of the tower, where a large coffee table was placed surrounded by sleek coaches and chairs. This was were they remained whilst the masses of people slowly filed out of the large doors of the building, getting into thier mercedes, Maseratis and bmws, cheeks warmed by the bottomless pit of alcohol and the nights atmosphere

Lounging in thier seats, the avengers finally relaxed once they were left amongst thier team members. This was your favourite part. The after. It took months of your unrelenting pressure for the team to atleast try and spend time with one another, that brought them to the pleasured nights they found supremely enjoyable after Tony’s events. Most of the time the team would be recounting stories of each other, reminiscing over memories and times before, whilst glasses of alcohol was passed.

They were relaxed, as much as they allowed themselves too of course, they were still avengers. And their calculating eyes were still constantly surveying and analysing their surroundings even whilst inebriated. Muscle memory, a habit ingrained into them from whatever lives they’d lived before.

“Oh come one, you’re telling me you haven’t thought about dragging these masses of muscles to bed and having your way with them?” Natasha smirked, head head tilted in question towards you.

The rest of the team stopped thier muffled talking, eyes turning towards you, awaiting your answer. Most of the team recognised you as the shy and dorky girl they loved too much, and as their eyes drifted down to your modest dress and brown flats, it was as clear as ever the truth that you just weren’t that girl. That confident, that secure in you’re sexuality and love and everything else that went into fucking gods.

That didn’t stop Tony and Natasha from teasing you though, relishing in the jittering replies you’d bark back, no signs of guilt at their torment.

“Uh, no, I mean, you all are, have impressive forms,” you nod hands awkwardly motioning towards Sam and Thor.

You were fumbling, and from the snickers coming from Nats wine lips, everyone could tell.

“That just isn’t my thing,” You replied back, glaring at the redhead. Pushing an elbow into her, whispering admonishment.

“Hm, I don’t know, I mean you’ve never brought anyone back to your room after our night outs, and as much as you are secretive, you don’t seem the type to have a secret family in some boring midwest town”

“No offence Hawkeye” Tony grinned towards Banner, the archer merely rolling his eyes at his snide remark.

But there’s something about you.. what is it, got some freaky deep web fetish that’s spooked away any suitors?” Tony kept up his unrelentless interrogation.

His eyes were wind with amusement, a shark like smirk creases his face, you grunted out in annoyance, you’d played your part, you’d shown face to a bunch of socialists and hedge fund babies, what more did Tony want from you? Must he always come back for more to his own twisted entertainment?

“Oh lay off it Stark, you always gotta make stuff wierd, ever thought maybe I just don’t want the entire world knowing? Much less billionaire ex play boy who would probably find out every single thing about them, down to to thier damn childhood pet” You gruffly relied, tired of Tony’s antics.

Tony runs to you in surprise, mouth widening at your exasperated expression,

“Ooh! Defensive, a clear sign of guilt, are you trying to deflect now?” Tony grinned, the high ceilings lights casting a warming glow across his features.

“Yeah, whatever” You rolled your eyes, knocking back the glass of macallan that stayed stationary in your hand.

Kissing your teeth, rubbing your thighs you don’t miss Steve and Bucky’s penetrating gaze, eyes following the slope of your neck, eyes brows quirked up as they took notice of your expression.

Bucky leaned into Steve, pressing into his shoulder as he whispered something into his ears, mouth pressed to the curve of Steve’s ear. Steve nodded momentarily, eyes gazing at you as Bucky seems to divulge Victoria’s fucking secret.

The sound of loud laughter pulls you back into the conversations amongst the rest of the team, you hadn’t realised how long you’d been checked out, ears prickling to following along.

“No no no, you all could never understand the honour and privilege of wielding this hammer” Thor tauter, his blonde hair tied up into a pony tail, blue eyes smiling.

“Yeah, it took you..how long again?, I’d pay good money to see you trip over yourself trying to hold that when you were what? 6 trillion years old?” Tony yawed, eliciting a fake boredom.

“Wasn’t it a hand me down anyways? Odin, then Hela, middle child problems let me tell you” Clint grinned from his position on the coach, which essentially was lying on his back with his legs intertwined with Natasha’s.

“You mortals think this is a joke, Mjolnir is an ancient gift passed down my lineage, most of you will not ever get close to something as mythical and historic as this weapon” Weilding the hammer above his head Thor points it towards Clint, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“If you think it’s so easy, why don’t you do it yourself?” The hammer lays even heavier as Thor points it towards Clint, the proposal rumbles laughter scattered around the room.

An uneasy look pases through Clint, teeth pulled into a line, but it leaves just as quick as it formed, and before you could blink he’s making his way across the coach towards the dining table.

Thor nods, and paces Mjolnir on the table, it makes a loud thunk as it hits glass, and Clint seizes his hand, flexing the muscle as he tries to lift the heaviest thing on earth.

A silence covers the floor, the avengers looking on as the prospect of a Clint taking the position of the reigning king over Asgard blossoms.

Clint mutters to himself, trying to fiend confidence and in one, two, three, he pulls.

The gruff clank of Clint’s body gripping and dragging the hilt, feet planted and shoulders hunched as he meanversous his body to direct all his strength to his biceps and arms.

Clint face remains determined, eyebrows scrunched as he scrutinised the metal, indignation firing through his blues despite the sheen of sweat that begins to form on his face.

Grunts pass through his lips as he begins to strain from amounting so much energy, and after a few moments of helpless tugging and pulling, he gives up, shrugging his shoulders and muttering his dislike of Asgard through bated breaths.

You’ve got to give it to him, no amount of convincing would make you even try that.

The rest of the avengers tried their hands at lifting mjolnir, Tony even going as far as using his detachable hand to muster amount enough strength to move the hammer.

And for a moment, a second of monetarily relief, you think you’ve best the avengers, escaped thier unnecessary need to embarrass the people they love. It was foolish really, and it only took meeting Nats eyes for a mere second before your name was being changed like enchanted gospel.

You’re being pushed by soft hands to raise on your feet, you let out an audible grumble that leaves scattered laughter, you down the last of of your liquor, it glides down your throat like silk but who are you kidding, your nerves are still leaving jittered marks across your body.

Rolling your shoulder back, your crack your knuckles, popping the air between the bones, you flex your muscles comically, and the team whops and whistles to your antics. Maybe they’re too far gone to care, maybe they won’t even notice, I’ll just pretend I cant pick it up, yep that’s what I’ll do.

You wrap and arm around mjolnir, it fits like a glove, it shakes with an energy only you and Thor can sense as it welcomes an old friend. Thor raises from his hunched position, eyes piercing into your hand, melting the meat and fat until it’s just bones.

You try, with all your might to not give an inch of strength to the hammer, you flex your arms until they’re slack enough, relief fills you as the hammer doesn’t budge, the avengers begin to heckle and all is well.

The loud clattering of a bottle seizes your arm, it flexes the muscles of your wrist and you curse to yourself as you clench your eyes, knowing third eyes are on you, knowing he’s the one who had provoked you.

And you before you know, right infront of them all.

The hammer raises in the air, your tight grip wrapped around its hilt.

You pick it up.

Fuck.

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crazyunsexycool · 2 years

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Here is a list of future series that I will be posting. Some of them I have already started writing or outlining for. My asks are open so if you want to know more about these stories or want drabbles please feel free I would love to answer questions!!

Stucky:

Blooming (working title might change it)

Stucky x Villain!Reader, soulmate AU

Your mission was simple, infiltrate the Avengers and inform your handler of any useful information. This would be your most important mission to date and the longest. You had to start from the academy and work your way up. The last thing you expected was for your soulmates to be none other than Captain Steve Rogers and Sergeant Bucky Barnes. But the marks on your rib cage that resembled flower buds, one for each soulmate, came to life. That was all it took for them to want to get to know you better and you saw it as your opportunity to complete your tasks. As you got to know more about Steve and Bucky the more you started to question your mission. Will you give in to the unbreakable bond with your soulmates or will you betray them for the sake of your mission?

Undercover

Detective!Stucky x Informant Reader AU

Your life has never really been easy but the past few months take the cake. You were a dancer at a club just to keep a roof over your head, it was never your intention to get involved with the darker dealings of the club owner. But witnessing a double homicide pulls you into a world of deceit, drugs and murder. While you had initially reported what you saw to the cops they decided to use your position to gather as much information to finally put an end to the Red Skulls. Detective Rogers and his partner Detective Barnes assured you they would keep you safe. With your life on the line every day the case was open and the undeniable attraction you felt for both detectives would you be able to escape unscathed or would the leader of the Red Skulls use you as an example for being a rat?

Sam/Bucky

Siren’s Call

Hunter!Sam/Bucky x Siren!Reader AU

Sam and Bucky have known each other their whole lives and have been partners both in work and romantically for years. In a world full of creatures they were the most feared and respected hunters. Most of the time going after monsters that didn’t respect the rules set by the council of both creatures and humans. If they weren’t busy hunting they were taking contracts and they had no idea that the last contract they took would change their lives forever. You had lived all of your life at sea, your mother’s voice was in your head repeating the warning to stay away from the human world. But it was too late, now you would see first hand the evil you were warned against. Your song had no effect on the men that had taken you and you found yourself imprisoned. Just as you had given up hope you felt it. The calling of your true mates, they were close and you knew that if you could only talk to them you could convince them to save you. Once Bucky and Sam realize the truth their only objective is to keep you safe but the man that hired them will stop at nothing to own one of the most elusive and priceless creatures to ever roam the earth.

Steve Rogers & Ransom Drysdale:

Alpha, past and present

Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Ransom Drysdale:

Steve Rogers was your alpha and you were his omega. It was an undeniable truth. Your parents were against it, saying that a weak alpha like him wouldn’t be able to provide and protect you like you deserved and that if you had any pups they would be just as sickly. When Steve told you that he was accepted into the army you felt like your world was ending. But you would follow him to the ends of the earth, so you used your nursing degree and followed him into the battlefield. Somehow in the fight to end Hydra you ended up in the 21st Century with Steve. It’s at one of Tony’s Stark’s infamous parties that you meet the cocky alpha Ransom Drysdale. Slowly and surely you begin to learn about the freedoms an omega has. Your only question is could you have both your alpha from the past and an alpha from the present?

Andy Barber & Ari Levinson:

Scent of an Omega

Mob Boss Alpha!Andy Barber x Plus size Omega!Reader x Mob Boss Alpha!Ari Levinson

From the moment you presented your parents, especially your mother, always reminded you that no alpha would want a plus sized omega. Although hearing those things from your parents hurt you didn’t let them affect you. You had shown them that true alpha’s didn’t care about your size, you were still desirable. It was your confidence that grabbed the attention of the most feared men in Boston and it was your sweet and delicate scent that drove them wild. Although Andy and Ari knew each other for a while and even had done business together, they were willing to end everything in order to be the one to claim you. The decision was up to you, the only problem was that you couldn’t choose.

Steve Rogers:

What happens in Vegas

Steve Rogers x Reader

What was supposed to be a bachelorette party weekend for your best friend in Vegas gave way to more problems. The first being waking up in bed with a stranger, until you realized that said stranger was none other than America’s golden boy Steve Rogers. As if having to do the walk of shame wasn’t enough you were faced with an incredible mistake, you were now Mrs. Rogers. If the matching rings on your fingers weren’t enough the marriage certificate sealed the deal. What started out as a one night stand and a mistake became so much more. Steve’s PR team wanted to keep the marriage going for some time, the strained relationship with your friends was at its breaking point and family secrets were soon to be revealed. With your world falling apart you could only hope that Steve took the vows for better, for worse seriously.

Unknown

Steve Rogers x Shield Agent!Reader

When Steve woke up from the Ice in a new world he felt alone and lost but you gave him a life line. You had been assigned to help him adjust and from there a friendship form, one that led to something more. The Avengers were formed and you fought alongside him but soon your relationship started to crumble and before you knew it you went your separate ways. Until you found Bucky in a cryo chamber and you knew Steve needed to know. That would be the last time he would see you. Steve regretted the break up as soon as it happened but he would come to hate it more the next time he would see you. In the middle of a city in Europe with no memory of who you were and no recollection of the time you spent together. Would he be able to remind you of everything or would it all remain unknown?

Guarded

King Steve x Guard Reader

The marriage was political as most royal marriages were. Your job was simple, keep Princess Natasha safe. In a world where most guards were men you had been chosen at a young age. You had been taken from your family and trained by the best knights in your kingdom. While most people only saw you as a lady in waiting, you had the skills to ward off any kind of attack that would hurt the princess, unfortunately that would leave you vulnerable. When the day finally came you met her future husband, the kind and noble king Steven and the moment your eyes met you knew you were in trouble. Steve had felt it too, before that moment he had been willing to marry a woman he hardly knew if it meant the safety of his people and an alliance that would strengthen his kingdom. Now with you in his life, Steve was willing to give up his crown if it meant he could hold you close. But he knew better than to give into his desires especially as his enemies were preparing to strike. You would have to make a choice, give into him completely or guard your heart the same way you guard the Princess.

Bucky Barnes:

Ex Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Winter Soldier!Reader

Bucky had be saved by Steve, after years of missions and torture he was free. But Bucky still felt guilty for walking away. Not because he enjoyed the things they made him do but because he left you behind. You were in the same situation he was. He didn't even know your name or how you ended up in the hand of Hydra but you had been the only good in his life for years. Hydra wasn't known for their kindness even letting you and Bucky be together was a way for them to control you. Now without Bucky you suffered the consequences until you couldn't remember him anymore. In his new found freedom Bucky hadn't asked for much until he was face to face with you on a mission. He knew he had to save you even if you refused to be with him ever again. How could he not save the love of his life.

Tony Stark:

Scars

Tony Stark x Reader soulmate AU

Soulmates were determined through scars, if you were hurt it would appear on your soulmate’s skin as a birthmark. Imagine your surprise when you received a birthmark in the middle of your chest, there was no way your soulmate could have survived whatever gave them that injury so you thought they had passed. It wasn’t until the press conference in which Tony Stark revealed he was Ironman that you realized that he was your soulmate. Of course it was your luck that your soulmate was someone unattainable, until your friend interferes and you find yourself working side by side with the man himself. But it wouldn’t be as easy as meeting him and falling in love, he was in a relationship and so many people had tried to convince him they were his mate that it put him off of the idea. All you could do was sit by and watch him fall in love with someone else.

Thor Odinson

A love for the ages

Thor Odinson x Reader soulmate AU

It was a love for the ages. One that outlived the people that saw it transpire. Lovers destined for each other bound together by fate, separated by a curse. Thor Odinson was an immortal who had given up on finding his soulmate, something that he found liberating allowing him to travel anywhere he wished seeking glory. You had been an unwilling time traveler, the only one of your kind. At first it was difficult, you had no one but slowly you began to make friends in different time periods. It was bittersweet to see them at different times in their lives as they found their soulmates and were able to live their lives freely while you couldn’t even control when or where you traveled too. So you had given up on finding your soulmate, what kind of life could you have if you couldn’t control how long you stayed somewhere? The last thing either of you expected was to find your soulmate in the middle of a battlefield but there you were. After so much time apart, finally being tethered to your soulmate came with the feeling of being home. Too bad you would absolutely hate each other.

Sam Wilson

Dragon Rider (working title)

King!Sam Wilson x Dragon Rider!Reader AU

There had been peace in all the realms for a few years. But there had been a price to pay for peace. For you it was the loss of your father, the last dragon rider and his dragon. Or so everyone thought. Before he died he taught you everything he knew and left you with the last dragon egg, which would hatch when the rider was ready. Now with the threat of a new war and whispers of a dragon rider you had to leave your home to find safety in another village. That’s how you found yourself in the kingdom of Sam Wilson, The Falcon King. It didn’t take long for the King’s men to find you and bring you to the king. What you never expected was for him to be welcoming and promise protection without even asking why you were running. When the threat of war becomes a reality you and Sam will have to put any feelings you might have for each other in order to protect the kingdom.

Ransom Drysdale:

Lights, Camera, Action

Actor!Ransom Drysdale x Plus Size Actress!Reader

This was your big break, to be cast in a leading role that had nothing to do with being plus sized. You wanted to show everyone that any actor of any body type could play a role other than the designated fat friend. Although you were a series regular on a show this movie would be the role that would put you on the map and you were more than ready to act your ass off. Ransom Drysdale was Hollywood’s golden boy, but much was left to be desired when it came to his attitude on set. So when you find out the leading man had been recast and Ransom took the role you had to prepare yourself in order to work alongside him. However you were caught off guard when he began to treat you and only you differently. As you begin to get closer and a relationship starts to form he lets you see who he really is. But this is Hollywood and the only happy endings that exist are in movies, or are they? Between filming, falling in love and rumors of cheating Ransom will have to prove that he isn’t the person everyone says he is and you will have to decide what you believe.

Someone You Loved

Ransom Drysdale x Plus Sized!Reader

As hard as it is to believe now Ransom Drysdale wasn’t always an asshole, at least that’s what he called himself. You had been in college when you first met and you were smitten. It should have never worked, you were from different social circles, your families from different economic backgrounds, he was the most eligible bachelor on campus and you were, well you. You didn’t know who was worse: the men that asked you out as a joke saying they could never date a fattie or the women that talked behind your back and criticized everything about you. Then Ransom noticed you and nothing else mattered. Not his family or yours. He would be your first and only love until he broke your heart. You wouldn’t see him for a few years until you move back to Boston and you come face to face with the trustfund prick. Ransom knew he fucked up the best thing he’d ever had the minute he saw the tears in your eyes, and having you back in his life gave him hope for a second chance. You just won’t make it easy for him.

Unwritten

Ransom Drysdale x Single mom!Reader

You were running from your abusive ex and with your money running low you couldn’t be more thankful to land a job as a personal assistant at a publishing company. That was all you needed to keep you and your daughter safe and away from your ex. Ransom Drysdale was on thin ice with HR and his grandfather for sleeping with every single one of his personal assistants. This was his last chance to prove he could do the work and not think with his dick. The moment you stepped into his office he knew he had to have you but you had other priorities. He was demanding and irritating and you made sure to put him in his place if necessary. Once Ransom realized you weren’t going anywhere he decided to change tactics which caused you to introduce him to your daughter. She was crazy about Ransom and sure enough he was crazy about her. Your life however, couldn’t be this easy and soon enough your ex finds you. He doesn’t count on the fact that you aren’t alone anymore and that Ransom will fight tooth and nail to make sure his girls are safe.

#Future series #steve rogers #bucky barnes #captain america #Winter Soldier #Thor Odinson #Tony Stark #iron man #Sam Wilson #bucky x reader #steve x reader #stucky x reader #Soulmate AU #Andy Barber #Ari Levinson #Ransom Drysdale #Plus size reader #A/B/O

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zombiiegrr · 1 year

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ok im well aware I should be writing my dbf! Bucky fic but I just got this idea like a out of earth y/n who has these things where she’s supposed to mate once a year (technically not a heat..) and she’s staying at the compound it would make sense if Thor or Loki was the person they well.. yk with but if you guys want other characters, I can definitely make my way around that

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buckys-little-belle · 1 month

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Hi!! I love your story’s and am always looking for little and daddy Bucky story’s!! I was wondering if you could do insecure reader who’s bigger. She has bigger thighs a bigger tummy and face. Could you do reader is scared to sit on buckys lap or for him to pick her up and carry her around the house. She’s too scared she’s heavy and will crush him and his legs. or that he will drop her because she’s too big. She also never cuddles and sleeps with him in his room always sleeping in her room after he puts her to bed because she’s scared about her breathing or how she sleeps.

Bucky gets her to tell him why and then comfort. Just fluff fluff fluff. If your not comfortable writing this I totally understand!!! If you do could you ad paci use? Thank you!!! Sorry for the rambling…

Strongest Man Alive

Bucky Barnes x Plus Sized!Little!Reader (She/Her Pronouns Used)

Notes - This is not my best work, and has been in my drafts for MONTHS, it's something cute, and a little angsty at the beginning, but it does get super fluffy at the end. It's a little bit different than my usual writting style, so I apologize for that, but I do hope you like it and if not I'm so sorry! I hope I did this ask justice, and I hope everyone is having a good week!!! <3

Warnings - Talks of reader being self conscious for being 'bigger', kept very vague as she uses the words "heavy" and "squishy" to describe her body type instead of more concrete descriptions, the use of a pacifier is very brief as it's something I'm not used to writing, though I would be willing to continue, mentions of reader eating food "snacks" and "sandwich" though never specified, FLUFF at the end, but there is a moment of angst, I DON'T KNOW IF THIS IS A COHEARANT STORY, it's from the drafts and I gave it a once over and I think it's 'good enough' so I apologize if it's terrible <3

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

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Y/n often spent their time at the Avengers tower sitting, standing, lingering around Bucky Barnes. It wasn't on purpose, the man just seemed to be the other half of some magnet imbedded deep in Y/n's heart. He just had some ability to pull her towards him.

Maybe it was the way he cut her sandwiches into perfect triangles, or the way his hand always found hers when she got scared. Maybe it was the way he seemed to be reserved around anyone but her that made her feel so connected to him.

He never sulked but always seemed to walk around with a frown stuck on his face, only ever changing it to a smile when she walked by his office or stopped by his room.

As much as Y/n felt like she was pulled to him, Bucky felt it multiplied by 100. His hands always aching to hold hers, his chest always feeling heavy when he began to think about her needing something and him not being around to help her.

The whole tower knew about Y/n's regression. Wanda and Peter often joined in, hanging out in little space and colouring in books Tony had provided, watching whatever new animated movie had just come out and sleeping over in makeshift tents in the living room.

Often other Avengers would help supervise activities, Steve loved playing action fighters in the common areas, Nat loved cuddle puddle on the couch, and Thor was always ready for a park day. Bucky on the other hand liked to stay in the shadows, buying stickers for the group of littles, making them lunch and dropping it off.

Bucky only stuck around if Y/n asked him to hang out with her. "Bucky can you hold my hand?" She had asked him when at the park, he of course grabbed her hand and helped her up the jungle gym.

"Bucky can you open this please?" She had whispered during a movie, her baggie full of snacks too difficult to manage on her own. He opened the baggie and held it in his own grasp, handing her a piece of candy anytime she had finished the previous one.

"Bucky will you colour with me?" She had yelled her ask one day when he was passing by the kitchen, Y/n sat at the island with markers scattered across the marble. He silently sat down and diligently coloured the page she had given him, helping her chase markers that had fallen.

He knew she was comfortable asking for what she wanted, and he knew she wasn't afraid of him ... so, it made his chest tighten every time she asked him to grab something from the top shelf instead of asking to be lifted like Wanda and Peter often asked.

He also felt off every time a little would come running out of their room after a nightmare, rushing into someone's room for a cuddle, yet Y/n's door never opened and neither did his.

Bucky was sure it was his fault she didn't seek him out for cuddles, he thought he had done something wrong when she never asked for a hug. Was it his arm? Was she scared he would turn on her? He couldn't figure it out.

That is until he realised she never asked anyone for a cuddle, or a hug. Nat, Wanda, and Peter would be all comfy on the couch and Y/n would be sat on the chair, a small frown on her face yet she never tried to find a spot next to her friends. And when she scraped her knee on the playground she declined Thor's offer of a "healing" hug.

"Y/n?" His voice was quiet but direct as he called out into the playroom, Y/n sat on the softly coloured rug, her stuffed animals scattered about.

"Hi Bucky!" She smiled, her pacifier tumbling out of her mouth and onto the ground.

"Hi." He sat down across from her, quickly pocketing the fallen pacifier before sought out the, now, dirty thing. "What are you playing?" His hands brushed a stuffed teddy, Y/n tilting her head in confusion as she looked around her.

"'m just dressen 'm up." She smiled at him, grabbing a stuffed unicorn and brushing it's fur back into place, shuffling closer to Bucky as she gathered a few other stuffed animals.

The moment her knees hit his she shifted back, so Bucky shifted his towards her again. Like clockwork she moved and left a small gap between them. "Y/n?"

"Mhm." She looked back at him, her smile one he could easily read through.

"Am I scary?" He asked calmly, not once loosing eye contact as she shook her head 'no'. "Do I smell?" He asked, this time with a laugh.

"No!" She giggled.

"Then why do you run every time I touch you." Instead of answering she bowed her head, hands running over the stuffed animal anxiously. "Why don't you hug Wanda or Peter?" He was worried that all the questions would make her want to run, but as she huffed and leaned into his space slightly he continued. "I know Thor was pretty sad when you declined his hug the other day." That one wasn't a lie, the man had gone on a rant about how he thought he had done something wrong, how he was sure Y/n hated him.

"I jus', I don' want them t' be mad." She admitted, huffing at the end of her sentence. "'m jus', 'm heavy, an' squishy. Wanda and Pete aren't heavy an' squishy." She admitted, eyes locked on the wall, the stuffed unicorn held a little closer to her body.

"What do you mean Baby?" Bucky asked, confused as to what she was alluding to.

"It's harder t' pick me up." She finally looked back at him, tears beginning to gather along her waterline. "And cuddling wif me wouldn' be th' same." She shrugged, trying to play it off like she wasn't bothered by her own words.

The tightness in Bucky's chest didn't ease up with his answer, his worry only growing. He had hoped it was an easy thing to fix, yet knowing Y/n didn't hug her friends, or him, because she felt too big made him hurt. "Baby," He began, not giving Y/n a second to doubt him, he picked her up and sat her in his lap. "you aren't 'too heavy' to pick up." He hated how quickly she curled into his chest, how clear it was that she was missing human connection. "I'm the strongest man alive, and you saying that you're too heavy is going to bruise my ego a bit, Baby." They both laughed, a few of Y/n's tears hitting the fabric of Bucky's shirt.

"I thought Steve was th' strongest man alive?"

"I let him win when we arm wrestle." Bucky admitted, causing Y/n to break out into a fit of giggles.

"'m gonna tell him!" She stood up, bolting for the door.

"Oh no you don't!" Bucky ran after her, lifting her off her feet in the middle of the hallway, Y/n pausing with a gasp, bracing for the two of them to fall, yet laughing along with Bucky as jostled her around, threatening to take her new colouring page off the fridge if she told anyone his secret.

After a pinky promise and some juice Y/n began to trust Bucky a little bit more. She let him pick her up at the playground, and gave him a hug before bed every night. She still worried her hugs were 'bad', that maybe no one would want to hug her because she wasn't 'little' but Bucky never once complained, instead asking for hugs in the morning too.

It took her a while to truly trust that Bucky wasn't lying when he said his back didn't hurt after picking her up, but eventually she became comfortable enough to run and jump into his arms, something she had always dreamed of doing.

It wasn't until a month later that Bucky woke up at 4 am to the sound of Y/n's hurried footsteps rushing to his door. Light creeping in from the opened door she didn't close as she ran to his bed. The sound of soft cries and whispers of "Nightmare" filling the usually quiet space.

Instead of letting her think too much about how she 'should' be cuddling, Bucky just scooped her up and tucked her into his bed, letting her know he'd protect her, and her stuffed animal. He liked having her in his room, it made him feel at ease knowing she was close.

After a few months of staying in Bucky's room, Y/n began to get out of her shell a bit more, hugging Wanda and Peter, and eventually accepting Thor's 'healing' hugs. She finally joined in during the weekly cuddle puddle, laughing along side Nat and her friends as they all got cozy on the couch. And for the first time ever she let someone else, the second strongest man alive, Steve Rogers pick her up. A pride filled movement the man would never forget.

Even though it took her a little longer than everyone else to be comfortable hugging and snuggling, she was happy to finally be apart of the group in ways she wasn't before. Bucky, the man who still often stayed in the shadows, helping from a distance, couldn't help but feel a little lighter every time he saw his girl get over her worries, knowing if anything got to be 'too much' she'd come running to him.

#buckys little belle #anon #age regression #little!reader #age regression fic #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x little!reader #bucky x little!reader #bucky

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simmerandwrite · 7 months

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Sink Into Me - 07 - mob!Steve Rogers x plus size!reader

Pairing: mob boss! Steve Rogers x plus size! reader

Summary: You were simply doing a good deed, pulling the handsome stranger out of the way when a car jumped the curb. Little did you know that the life you saved belonged to Steve Rogers, the Army veteran turned art dealer with connections to the Brooklyn crime syndicate.

Steve Rogers, who won’t stop calling you his guardian angel.

Steve Rogers, whose new goal in life just might be repaying his debt to you.

Steve Rogers, who isn’t shy until it comes to his feelings and will stop at nothing to keep you safe.

Chapters: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09

Wordcount: 7.9k

Warnings: some violence in this one, vague references to drugging at a club (not to reader), feelings

Notes: thank you for your patience, beautiful people!! let's goooo.

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If Steve looked inward for more than a spare second, he could unpack the heavy feelings that sat on his chest. But, he wouldn’t allow himself even that miniscule moment in time to think. Instead, it suddenly made way more sense to throw himself into work - from selling buildings to working on art curation to all the dirty things he did behind the scenes. If he wasn’t working, he was sleeping or working out or drinking at Shield.

On this particular day, he was taking care of new business.

“What did we fucking say about selling this shit in Brooklyn?”

Steve almost felt bad for the guy he was slamming his fist into. Steve had absolutely broken his nose, maybe cracked his jaw.

But, Steve had the upper hand here. The shithead was tied up to a metal chair, in the basement of one of Steve’s oldest properties.

Thor had picked the guy up selling products near Brighton Beach. It was the third idiot working for Rumlow that had been caught crossing boundaries and pushing their new formula. It was one thing to not converse with Steve and confirm his cut. It was another to prey on high school kids.

Steve reached for the guy's collar. “Do you need a reminder?”

He growled under Steve’s fist. “Your precious kingdom is going to crumble.” The man sucked in a breath and leaned forward, spitting a mournful of blood at Steve.

Although electricity was climbing through every inch of Steve’s body, he remained stoic. Slowly, he wiped off the remnants of blood from his neck and shirt. Then Steve took in a sharp breath and delivered a kick to the man’s chest, sending the chair stumbling backward to the ground. With a clap of his hands, he turned around and pointed at Thor and Bucky. Both men were watching from the doorway of the dingy basement.

“Call your brother and tell him to peel this man apart for information about Rumlow’s operation.” Steve planted a hand on Thor’s shoulder.

“I’m on it, boss. But Loki will want cash and—”

“Pay him whatever he needs.” Steve finished off, confirming with a nod before leaving with Bucky. “Make sure he gets rid of the body afterwards.”

Bucky remained silent as he followed Steve up the stairs, matching his pace as they headed towards an awaiting car outside. It wasn’t until they were well on their way back to the club, in the thick of traffic that Bucky spoke up.

“You good?”

Steve, who had been staring out the window, turned his head back to his friend. “I’m fine.”

“Because usually you let the boys get dirty.” Bucky pointed out the remaining marks of blood that littered Steve’s chest. “And calling in Laufeyson..”

“I want to clean up this fucking mess that’s found it’s way into our streets, Bucky. Don’t you think I know what I’m doing?”

“Of course I do, you idiot. Don’t fucking yell at me, too. Christ. You’re wound up because you made a mistake. Don’t take it out on us.”

Steve didn’t even bother replying. Because Bucky was right.

Steve was angry. At himself.

God, you were grateful for your friends. If you didn’t have them in your corner, you knew that everything with Steve might have sunk you down way further than you wanted. In fact, you knew damn well that if you let yourself slow down and think for a few minutes, the pain you had been so easy to dismiss might come roaring back to life.

But, there wasn't time to slow down. Not when your evenings became a delicate balance of work, walking Hercules then meeting up for some sort of exciting activity in the city.

Pietro certainly had a penchant for finding fun things to do. Somehow he had a better pulse of the city than you and your friends who actually lived there. Your group chat was constantly buzzing with suggestions about markets to check out or special nights at certain bars or clubs or after party events with Pietro’s coworkers.

It was a welcome distraction most days. But other days, all you wanted to do was have a pity party on your own. Even though you knew you deserved better than the way Steve had called things off, part of you kept wondering about how it all played out. One night after a night out with your friends and one too many glasses of white wine, you had gone into a deep, dark Instagram spiral.

Steve himself didn’t have any kind of personal social media presence. But someone managed one for his gallery and another one for Shield too. You scrolled through every post for a glimpse of him and every time some version of him showed up in a photo, your heart got a little more cracked open.

Once you made it through the entire main feed of images, you dug deeper. The tagged photos for Shield had plenty of activity, including a recent slew of images from a weekend event at the club. One photo had Steve in it - you were sure, though he wasn’t facing the camera. It was in the background of some beautiful brunette’s photo and you knew it was upstairs in one of the VIP areas of Shield.

You were going crazy over it. Why did he have to end it the way he did? How come you didn’t get any other conversation or closure over the whole thing?

After a long day at work and an extra long walk home with Hercules, you had decided it was time for a night in. Thankfully you hadn’t heard any activity in the group chat all day, so you were very much looking forward to some time on the couch with your favourite bowl of pasta.

Just as you got home, a crack of thunder sounded out and you knew a summer storm was imminent. You wouldn’t consider yourself someone who romanticized the rain - in fact, you hated thunderstorms. Since childhood you had connected storms to danger and darkness, and although now you were at home safe in your own apartment, you had never felt more alone and unsettled.

You remedied the uncomfortable feelings as best as you could - quickly calling your mother to talk while you made dinner. And when you had finally plated your food, you dropped onto the couch with Hercules and sent out an SOS to the group chat.

Claire was at work. Maria was at home uptown in Manhattan, waiting out the storm. And Wanda revealed she was out on a date with Vision, hiding out from the rain at some lavish restaurant uptown.

You groaned. Your lights flickered.

In an attempt to calm down, you tried to lose yourself in some reruns of your favourite show. It wasn’t working very well - especially with an anxious Hercules at your side who was not enjoying the storm outside, either.

Looks like you had to be the strong one, for the sake of your son.

“We’re gonna be okay, buddy,” you cooed as you cuddled in close to Hercules. “This storm shall pass or whatever.”

Your moment of wisdom was cut off when your phone started to buzz on the coffee table. You picked it up to see Pietro’s face on the screen.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Hey!” He called out on the other end of the phone. You could hear the rain. “I’m a block away. Please tell me you have dry towels?”

You stood up and shook your head, confused. Had you made plans that you forgot about? Most weeknights Pietro was at the restaurant until close and–

“Wanda said you hate storms and we lost power at the restaurant. So I’m coming over to hang! I have desserts.”

He didn’t even let you argue, doubling down on the rain and how he wanted to hang out. It was strange though - of course you considered Pietro your friend, you just had never hung out one on one before. You hadn’t really assumed you were friends like that - moreso that you were friends with Wanda and he came along with that transaction. But you really enjoyed being around him. Pietro’s extraversion benefited you regularly and well, you definitely did not want to be alone in the storm anyway.

You greeted Pietro at the door with a dry towel, although his was in good spirits despite his damp clothing.

“You didn’t have to come over,” you told him as you unpacked the paperbag he had brought from the restaurant. “I’m surviving.”

“Sure. But who else can I talk to about this boring philosophical PhD my sister is dating again?” Pietro flashed you his signature charming smile, peeling off his wet sweater and following your arms to toss it in your dryer. “What kind of name is Vision anyway?”

“I only met him once or twice,” you replied with a small smirk. “They really hit it off - though she never said why they had ruptured in the first place.”

“Well, as her older brother, I’m cautious. I deserve to know about the guy, it’s giving me even more grey hair to think about her dealing with some dumb man.”

You laughed. “Aren’t you like - 10 minutes older?”

“Twelve, actually.” He turned and headed back towards the counter. “This is for you by the way - packaged up by M’Baku himself.”

Glancing down at the to-go box, containing a particularly delectable slice of cheesecake, you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “What?”

On more than one occasion you, Wanda and occasionally Maria or Claire had headed to the restaurant past closing to hang out while Pietro and his coworkers finished up for the evening. Mostly you sat at the bar and sipped on a cocktail while the kitchen crew finished up. A few nights ago, you had done exactly that and after the restaurant was closed, instead of heading out like you had planned, you all stayed and played cards and shared a few of the leftover dishes. Somehow, one of the kitchen staff had sat with you - the prep cook, M’Baku - and if you had been in a clear state of mind and heart, you might have thought you and him had hit it off.

M’Baku had probably even been flirting with you. But since Steve had crushed your confidence, you had a hard time believing that was possible.

“He also asked me for your number,” Pietro added in, breaking you from your thoughts as you both sat back on the couch again. “If you want, I can text him right now and..”

You sighed. “I don’t know if I want to… do that. Date or.. Even think about dating. This is really nice of him, though.” With a glide of your fork, you grabbed a corner of the cake and smiled. “Reallllly nice.”

“You don’t have to date the guy,” Pietro countered, tipping his head to the side to meet your gaze. “Nothing wrong with having a little harmless fun.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so. Unfortunately, I was not blessed with a harmless fun gene, unlike you and Wanda.” You nudged him with your elbow. “The cheesecake is great though. Tell him thanks!”

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“Are you sure this outfit is restaurant soft open slash after party appropriate?”

Wanda rolled her eyes at you in the mirror, shooting you a smile. “Piet said it was casual. Don’t overthink it.” She finished off fixing her lipstick and turned. “You look great.”

Now you were rolling your eyes. You had picked out a casual summer dress to combat the heat, but you still weren’t sure. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but after everything with Steve, all your confidence and self esteem hadn't really recovered. The way he had talked to you with such promise and excitement about your body, only to…

No, no. It wasn’t fair to do that to yourself. You had to try and let it go. You had a fun night ahead.

Although your exciting social lives had slowed down a bit, Pietro still managed to talk you into some after work activities. On this particular Friday, you and Wanda were meeting up with him to visit some new restaurant that had recently opened. Surprising to no one, Pietro had befriended the guy who supplied their restaurant all their alcohol and the guy had gotten Pietro an invite to some soft opening event. Pietro and a few plus ones, even.

You slipped into your shoes and watched as Wanda finished pacing around her apartment gathering her things. “Where are we going anyway?”

Wanda glanced down at her phone. “He just sent me the location - somewhere in Bedstuy I guess. C’mon, we can get the next train.”

When you got off the subway and started towards whatever address Wanda was following in her phone, a weird little twist of discomfort swirled in the pit of your stomach. No, it couldn’t be possible. Sure, you were in your old neighbourhood. And yes, if you turned down the next street on the right you’d –

“It’s down here,” Wanda tipped her head down that next street on the right.

Wilson’s Kitchen.

You slowed your feet down nearly and finally came to a complete stop before you approached the restaurant. Noooo. No. The last time you had been down this street, outside of this exact building - a car had come barreling off the sidewalk and changed your life.

You let out a silent groan, shaking your head as you saw Pietro and some people from his restaurant wave to you from outside the place.

Wanda glanced over her shoulder, reaching for your hand. “Come on.” She didn’t know all the details and you didn’t have the time or ability to explain it all now. Of course it had to be this restaurant - that Steve owned. Wilson’s… you recognized that as Sam’s last name, but wondered what the connection was?

You wanted to throw up. What if Steve was inside?

“You alright?” It was Pietro who paused as everyone else headed in before you two.

“Yeah..” You took a deep breath. “It’s a long story. Just might need some emotional support here tonight.”

He raised a curious eyebrow but gave you a pointed nod. “Okay, got it. Keep your secrets but did I mention it’s an open bar at least?”

You took a deep breath and decided that you could do hard things, you could do uncomfortable things. Steve didn’t matter! You deserved to live your own best life. You took Pietro’s awaiting hand. “Oh, lead the way then.”

As soon as you got inside, you were somehow taken from Brooklyn into a cool bistro from the French Quarter. Pietro gave you a quick low down on the place - a New Orleans fusion menu inspired by the chef’s upbringing in Delacroix. There was trendy exposed brick paired with iron accents and even supplemented by a generous jazzy ambiance floating through the air.

You met up with Wanda who had found a seat at the bar. The rest of the place was quite packed. Servers zipped around the room with trays of food, stopping by the bustling tables and delivering drinks to guests. There wasn’t a set menu or agenda for the evening, but you had to be honest with your friends before things got out of hand.

“Okay, Wan.” You grabbed her hand, sparing a quick glance around the room. “Steve owns this place. If you see him, please give me fair warning.”

“Wait. Who is Steve?” Pietro had planted himself behind you both, waving a hand to the bartender for a few cocktails.

“A dumb man!” Wanda summarized quickly, turning directly in her seat to scan the crowds too.

“A dumb man I dated a while back..” You squished your face, then tried to shake away all your thoughts. “He was a jerk at the end.”

“Boooo..” Pietro threw his arm around you and squeezed. “There is still time for me to give your number to–”

“No, no.” You grabbed his hand where it sat on your shoulder. “Let’s just have fun, okay? No more thoughts about Steve.”

You had a perfectly lovely night. The food you sampled was incredible and the drinks were damn delicious. You even had the opportunity to meet Sarah, the head chef - who gushed about the evolving menu and how excited she was to have community kitchen days on the weekend to feed the neighborhood.

“It is a great location,” you replied, pivoting slightly in your stool to speak with her. Wanda and Pietro had ducked outside for some air. “I used to live a few blocks from here.”

Before you got any further, someone was saddling up beside her, dropping a hand over her shoulder. “Great turnout, sis.”

You offered Sam an awkward smile as he realized you two had been talking. He faltered for a second, glancing over his shoulder before finally giving you a greeting. “Oh, hey. It’s.. good to see you.” Sarah seemed to take this as an opportunity to excuse herself back to the kitchen, so you had to continue with Sam on your own.

“A friend of mine had an invite.” For some reason you felt you had to immediately defend yourself, even though he didn’t ask why you were there.

Sam let out a long breath and lifted a shoulder to shrug. “Listen, I don’t need to repeat the speech about how much of a fucking idiot Steve is.” He sighed then leaned back to the end of the restaurant. “He is here though, with a group in the back dining room.”

You tried not to give yourself away with your body language, but suddenly you felt even more on edge than you had before. You hadn’t seen Steve yet and it didn’t mean you were going to see him now. But knowing he was only a few walls away from you.. Well, it both worried you and also it seemed to stoke that weird feeling in your stomach into fiery anger.

“Thanks for the heads up, Sam.”

“Sam! What’s the hold up? Did you get a hold of Sean?”

Then, like some stick twist of fate, a quiet commotion started out of the back room. You couldn’t help but turn on your stool again and look in that direction along with Sam.

And there, sticking his head out the door with a big grin on his face, as waves of laughter and clinking glasses sounded out behind him, was Steve. Even though you could only see part of his torso, you knew he was probably donning some sharp suit jacket and you wanted to scream.

It felt like time slowed down as you met Steve’s eyes - though he was far away, it felt like he was looking right into your soul. His jaw stilled, then snapped shut and before either of you really had a moment to process what was happening, you looked away and rushed to your feet.

You mumbled out some rushed goodbye to Sam then immediately headed outside to find Wanda and Pietro.

They were standing near the front window - Wanda with a cigarette in one hand and her phone in the other. Pietro glanced up from his own phone when you shuffled up beside them. He raised an eyebrow at your distressed face.

You took a deep breath. “I saw Steve.”

Wanda turned and dropped her cigarette, stomping it out and reaching for your hand. “Auuugh. But you survived, babe. Shit. Are you okay? Does he look terrible?”

You just shrugged. “No, he looked great. Even from afar.” A dramatic groan left the pit of your stomach. “God, he’s the worst.”

Wanda’s phone started to buzz and she glanced from it to the street. “Ah, Vis is here. We were gonna go to.. Let me just send him off.”

“No, no.” You squeezed her hand. “Just go. I’ll call an Uber.”

“I’ll make sure she gets home,” Pietro jumped in, giving Wanda a quick side hug. “Have fun! Be safe!”

Wanda pretended to falter for a second, then threw her arms around you before darting off to the awaiting car.

You let out another long sigh and leaned against the nearest wall, shaking your head as Pietro stepped in front of you. “I think I need to head home - but you can stay, I’ll be fine.”

He watched you closely. “I’m sorry. For whatever that asshole said to you - for you to feel this way now. You’re a catch.”

You couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped you. “I don’t think I am, but I appreciate your kindness, Piet.” Behind you both, a pair of black SUVs pulled up. They were definitely Steve’s. “Augh, I need to get out of here.”

Pietro looked over his shoulder at the vehicles, then back into the restaurant through the window. “Or.. wait. Is that his ride? He has to come out this way?”

You could see some sort of plan was forming in his head. “What are you scheming about now?”

Pietro grinned, taking a step closer to you. “Harmless fun, my friend. Flirt with me?”

“What?” Your eyes grew wide. “We can’t. You don’t actually want to..”

“Miláčik, please. If that dumb idiot man is going to walk out here, let him see you perfectly distracted by someone else without a care in the world.”

“Piet, there are so many other girls I’m sure you’d rather flirt with.”

“No, actually. I would love to flirt with you. But my sister said I cannot date her friends and I’m going back to Sokovia in a month or so..” He took in a deep breath and stepped forward, tentatively reaching a hand out to rest on your waist. “If neither of us want to date, at least let’s..”

The door opened and suddenly, you didn’t have time to even process Pietro’s words. Instead, you wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him as close to you as possible. And, well, he wasted no time trailing his lips against your neck as one hand wrapped around your waist. The other he used to cradle against your jaw.

“Can you see him?” Pietro whispered against your neck, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. “I don’t really care about that man but if this helps you..”

You tried not to make your shifting eyes very obvious but yes, in the large group of people walking out of Wilson’s Kitchen, just ten feet away from you - there was Steve.

He met your eyes again, extending his arm for someone else to get into the car before him. But this time, you didn’t look away. Instead, you scratched your hand against Pietro’s neck and laughed.

Time slowed down again as Steve eventually tore his eyes from yours, ducking his head to get into the back of the vehicle.

You squeezed your eyes shut as the cars finally pulled away.

With a firm pat, you tried to bring Pietro back to earth. He lingered close enough to you that your lips were nearly touching. He grinned. “Sorry if that was too much.”

“It was..” You relaxed your shoulders and leaned back again, resting your forehead against Pietro’s. “..exactly what I needed.” A silly shield, a defensive mechanism against Steve.

He laughed, quiet. “Good. I’m glad. And is there anything else you might need tonight?”

“Just someone to get me home safely. And maybe..” Leap of faith, leap of faith. “We flirt some more. At home. On my couch.”

You knew you were making a choice. God, when was the last time you had been the one to suggest going to a club on a Saturday night? You could practically hear Maria rolling her eyes on the other side of the phone, but you knew she’d be on board. Claire was immediately into the plan too, and it only took a few more minutes to get Wanda and Pietro in on the event.

And the fact that you suggested Shield, of all places, as your location of choice. Well, that was just a coincidence. If Steve happened to be there, then so be it. It had been months now since you’d broken up and a few weeks since the night at the restaurant, and you knew it was time to move the fuck on. You could go places that Steve might be at. You’d be fine.

It didn’t make you any less nervous, though. The idea of running into him wasn’t exactly something that thrilled you. What if you saw him with another girl? That would hurt. Or worse, what if he just…

No, no. This wasn’t about Steve. This was about taking yourself back and leaving him behind.

“Okay, the Uber will be here in four minutes!” Pietro loved being the motivator and sometimes it meant very bad decisions. In this particular instance, it meant one last shot of sour raspberry liqueur before you got to the club.

You cheers’d your friends, taking one last glance in the mirror by your door and calling out your goodbye to Hercules as you all clambered to the front lobby.

“You look amazing, did I tell you that?” Claire nudged you with her arm as you lingered outside. “You’ll drive him crazy.” You just laughed, letting the buzz of the alcohol overtake you like a warm blanket. She was right - you did look good. The dress you picked was definitely in your comfort zone but it showed off everything you wanted on display. And your hair had fallen exactly where you wanted it to.

You looked hot.

Steve Rogers, eat your heart out.

When you got to the front of the line at the club, you immediately regretted the entire plan. And when you met the eyes of the bouncer at the door, Luke, who greeted you with a big smile, you wanted to run in the opposite direction.

“Nice to see you, sunshine,” Luke greeted as he handed you back your ID. “Have a fun night. Don’t get into trouble, alright?”

“That man is a brick house,” Claire laughed, looking over her shoulder back at him when you got inside. “I’d like to know everything about him.”

“Stop that,” you laughed as you looped your arm with hers, following behind Wanda, Pietro and Maria who were heading towards the bar. “He works for Steve.”

“Of course,” Claire nodded, as her grin grew even louder. “You’ve gotta get me in touch with that man later, please.”

“What about Matt?” You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing too as you pushed your way closer to your friends as they got to the bar.

“Off again, currently.” Claire sidled up beside Pietro and waved towards the nearest bartender.

Luckily, you didn’t see Kate or Yelena behind the bar, so you’d be saved from those interactions. Instead, the bartender was someone you didn’t recognize and thankfully they didn’t even look twice at you as Pietro passed out the newly poured drinks. Once you were all sufficiently back into the tipsy but edging on drunk mood, the dance floor was your destination.

God, Pietro was fun. You didn’t have any regrets about how things had gone this summer, that almost whatever that didn’t happen after the restaurant quietly dissipated. Okay, you did make out hard that night - but then you pulled back and sent him on his way home. And the best part, it hadn’t been weird afterwards. You went back to normal, as friends, and you couldn’t have been more grateful for his distraction. Maybe in another life where he actually lived on the same continent as you - things could have been different. But if you thought too hard about it, you also knew you had just been using him to not think about Steve. And that wasn’t fair either. So instead, you decided that having platonic male friends was okay. And if Pietro wanted to dance with you, that’s all it had to mean.

And Pietro loved to dance.

It wasn’t hard to lose track of time on the dance floor - occasionally a pair would head back to the bar and deliver shots or drinks, but you all mostly sang loud and danced hard. God, your friends were fun - it was mostly a comfortable environment in your own little bubble and the only hands that landed on you were usually from Claire or Pietro.

You did check in with the real world - glancing around the room to be aware of your surroundings and on more than one occasion you glanced up towards the VIP areas upstairs.

And although you were trying not to give a fuck about Steve, when you saw him up there standing near the railing, your heart jolted. The view was brief as he stepped away, probably heading to the upstairs bar.

“Fuck that guy!” Pietro yelled out, pulling your attention back down.

“She already did,” Claire announced with a big laugh, planting a kiss on your cheek. “You know the only good way to get over him is to get under someone else.”

You laughed along and threw your arms over your friends. Maybe that was true but finding someone to date seemed absolutely awful. Dancing was easier, you didn’t want to think about Steve or dating or anything.

Suddenly, the back and forth about getting over Steve disappeared. Just a few feet from where you all were dancing, you had a feeling something bad was happening. Your mind was racing as you watched some brute of a man holding up a young girl, helping her walk out of the busy crowd. But it didn’t feel right - the way she tried pushing away from his chest, head lolling to the side.

“Hey!” Reaching for Claire’s hand, you searched the nearby area to see if anyone else could see what was happening.

Claire followed your eyes and frowned. “Shit.” She pulled ahead from you and sprung into action.

“Pietro!” You turned your head and grabbed his shoulder. “Go find a bouncer, fast!” Though you could see he was confused, he nodded and rushed away.

You caught up with Claire, who was trying to gently get the girl away from the larger man. “Hey, honey. Hi. Do you know this guy?”

“We’re good here, leave us alone!” The man barked at Claire. “She’s fine. We’re heading out.”

You shuffled over, trying to put yourself between them as Claire tugged the girl away. You reached your hand out to stop the guy from coming closer again. “Leave her alone!”

“Where am I..” The girl mumbled as Claire helped her to stand, moving her hand up to try and steady the girl as Claire looked in her eye.

“It’s okay, you’re okay. Do you know that guy?” Claire asked. The girl shook her head.

A loud snort came from the man. “Jesus Christ, she just agreed to come home with me.”

As he tried to move towards her again, you pressed a hand against his chest to stop him. “Get away from her.”

“Stay out of it, you fat bitch!” He pushed you away, backwards into the crowd as he rushed towards Claire and the girl instead.

Maybe it was the alcohol surging through your or just your general rage at the male population, but as you found your footing once more, you just went for it. Although the entire scene was turning into a spectacle, you hurried forward and yanked on the guy's shoulder to stop him.

With a snap of his neck, he turned towards you and growled. “Jesus Christ, don’t you know when to quit?” He grabbed your shoulder then stomped down, smashing his boot onto your foot. “Dumb fucking bit—”

This time when he pushed you back, you landed against someone’s chest. No, someone was pulling you away.

“Hey, hey - take it easy!”

Steve.

Ahead of you, more chaos was unfolding. Sam and Bucky were suddenly fighting the man through the crowd, fists flying as they shouted. Pietro had reappeared with Luke, immediately rushing both Claire and the girl through the bar to some back room.

“Are you okay?” Steve’s voice came from behind you. His arm was wrapped around your shoulders and shit, were you shaking?

“Hands off,” you finally replied, pulling away from him. He immediately dropped his arms, holding his hands up in defense. You took a step forward then hissed in pain

“Fuck.” You glanced down at your foot, though you could barely see it in the dark lights of the club. It fucking hurt though.

“Let me help you,” Steve shifted and offered a hand to you. “Please.”

You strained your neck to try and find Pietro or Maria or Wanda, but they seemed to have disappeared too. Begrudgingly, you accepted Steve’s arm under yours as you limped away from the dance floor.

Even if Luke hadn’t messaged Steve to report that you were waiting in line outside, Steve would have spotted you in the crowd.

Because it was you.

Your entire being had left an imprint on him and he couldn’t stop himself from searching any crowded room for you, still. Months had gone by since he had hit self destruct but he couldn’t get you off his mind.

Even though Meredith Russo had been hanging off him throughout the night, Steve’s radar remained on you. Especially whenever anyone got close to you, including that silver haired dude. The way he danced against you, how he made you laugh and blush - it drove Steve mad. He was certain it was the same guy who had his hands all over you outside the restaurant too. Fuck, he hadn’t like that that either.

He considered, briefly, just leaving the club and heading home for the rest of the night. But the moment he saw you, something told him to stay. He did, however, try not to spend his entire night watching you from afar. Especially when he noticed one of your friends looking up towards his section.

Instead, he focused on only watching from the balcony every now and then. Everytime he refreshed his drink, or got up to greet a guest, he would throw a subtle look downwards to the dance floor.

Yep, there you were. Still dancing, smiling, not a care in the world.

Fuck.

This was what he wanted. To let you go, to save you from his world. But god fucking damnit, the pain in his chest hadn’t subsided at all.

“Steeeeeve. Wanna dance?”

Meredith Russo was attractive - Steve wasn’t blind. That didn’t mean he cared even a fraction about her. Yet somehow, every single time he had been out lately - with or without Billy Russo - Meredith seemed to appear too.

“No.” He clipped his words and turned away from her at the upstairs bar.

“Okay, how about we just cut to the chase and you take me home then? I’m tired of this game,” Meredith returned to him, planting her feet and staring him down. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

“I don’t want to do anything to you, Meredith. Excuse me.”

He could hear her starting to respond, though he escaped her soon enough. And then, Sam was calling for his attention from near the staircase. “Steve, come here!”

Steve followed Sam’s pointed hand and realized something was unfolding downstairs on the dance floor. He could see anger building in some oversized man and then there you were, in the middle of it.

“Shit,” Steve hissed out, calling for Sam and Bucky to follow him as he rushed downstairs. Where the fuck were his security guards? Who was he paying to maintain the safety standards in his establishment if this was occurring in the middle of the room?

“Stay out of it, you fat bitch!”

Steve couldn't move fast enough.

As they swam through the large groups of people, shouting for some sort of clearance, Steve was just praying that you’d be unscathed.

“Jesus Christ, don’t you know when to quit? Dumb fucking bit—”

All Steve could see was red. The man grabbed you, pushed you, and then you were collapsing backward.

Steve caught you just in time, gently wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you further away while Sam and Bucky moved ahead to deal with the brute.

“Hey, hey - take it easy!”

You were shaking in his arms, high on adrenaline and liquor as the scene calmed down.

“Are you okay?”

You stilled immediately, pulling away from him. “Hands off!”

Steve relented without hesitation, letting you go and watching as you stumbled forward. You winced in pain as you stepped down on your right foot.

“Fuck.”

Steve sighed and offered his hand to you. “Let me help you. Please.” He worried you were about to fight him too but thankfully you accepted his arm around your shoulder as you hobbled off the dance floor.

Steve didn’t think he’d ever be in this position again - driving you home after a night out. But circumstances were different and following everything that happened at the club, he had insisted. Though it was clear you had your guard way up.

After dropping off Pietro, Wanda and Maria - Claire had gone to the hospital with the young girl, accompanied by Luke - the quiet hung between you and Steve in his car.

He hadn’t experienced silence that heavy and loud before.

You squeaked out a quiet ‘thanks’ as your building approached, but Steve doubled down.

“Let me help you to your door, at least. You’re limping.”

Truthfully, Steve thought maybe you should go to the ER too. That asshole had really smashed into your foot and an x-ray would probably find a fracture. Christ, he was still fuming over that entire interaction - the image of that man pushing you, yelling in your face, grabbing you..

How come Steve hadn’t been able to protect you? How could he let you get hurt like that?

Right. Because it wasn’t his responsibility.

Fuck.

“Fine,” you begrudgingly agreed to his suggestion. The silence continued otherwise as Steve guided you to the elevator, then in the direction of your apartment.

Once you fished out your keys from your small purse, you managed to get the door open. Hercules was eagerly awaiting on the other side.

Steve saw your full body sigh.

He swallowed hard, waiting outside the doorway still. “I can take him out, if you’d like.”

You avoided his eyes but nodded. “Sure. Thanks.”

Even just spending time outside with Hercules caused Steve’s heart to ache all over again. He thought he had suppressed it all - channeling all his complicated feelings until nights out and all his unrelenting rage into his fists. And yet, they bubbled up again without warning just at the sound of your voice.

God fucking damnit.

When he returned to your apartment, with a slow, sleepy pup at his side, he contemplated his next move. He knew he should probably just let Hercules back inside and go. But, he was a sucker for punishment. So, he cautiously opened the door and called your name.

Hercules, freed from his leash and collar, bounced towards your bedroom. Steve stepped to the side and peeked through the open door. You were laying flat on your bed, changed into pajamas. He sighed again, retrieving an ice pack from your freezer and moving towards your room.

“You should ice your foot,” he said slowly, offering you the compress.

You stuck your hand out for him to hand it off, then rested it on your foot without a word. He retreated back towards the door and waited.

Finally, you spoke. “God, I wish I was still drunk.”

Steve let out a breath. “And why is that?”

“Because I have a thousand things to say to you but..”

Steve waited to see if you’d carry on your thought but instead you fell back deeper onto your pillows. He glanced up to the ceiling then took a step further into your room.

“It’s after 2AM now.” He leaned against the doorframe. “Honesty Hour.”

You let out a dry laugh. “Sure. Go ahead, you start, I guess.”

“Uh, how come you aren’t spending the night with your boyfriend?”

This time your laugh was a lot deeper. “I don’t have a boyfriend, Steve.”

“That silver haired guy?”

“Wanda’s brother. Just a friend. Not that it matters.”

He knew he should keep his commentary to himself, but Steve couldn’t resist. “You let all your friends touch you and dance with you like that?”

You sat up. “That’s none of your business. And at least he danced with me. Unlike you.”

Steve drew in a sharp breath. “Okay, I deserve that.”

You sighed, shifting in your bed to meet Steve’s gaze. “Yeah. You do. The worst part about this entire thing is I feel like I gave you a lot, you know? I was honest and still tried to make it work but you just.. you were mean, Steve.”

He took a step towards your bed. God, he wanted to crawl in beside you. No, those days were long gone. “Sweetheart, I..”

“You were mean. I thought you were different but fuck. It’s funny - Bucky and Sam told me how much of an idiot you are! Like they felt bad, apologetic even. Isn’t that fucked up? But youuuu. You just blocked my number and moved on and you didn’t even say sorry. I fell in love with you! And you didn’t even… God, did you care about me at all? Was this just a big joke to you?”

“Of course I care about you. It’s just.. it’s complicated. My life is complicated, okay? I can’t.. we can’t..” He stepped back again, dragging a hand down his face. “I am sorry.”

“Yeah. Whatever.” With another frustrated groan, you laid back again and turned away from him. “I guess this is the end. So, have a nice life, Steve.”

He wanted to drop to his knees and apologize again, to get at least one last look at you but Steve knew it was too late.

When you woke up the next morning, the entire evening felt like a dream. But as you stepped off the bed and your foot radiated in pain; it all came flooding back.

Shield, drinking, dancing, Steve, the helpless young girl, Steve, that piece of shit stomping on your foot, Steve driving you home, Steve letting out Hercules, arguing with Steve... Steve… Steve Steve Steve

Of course, I care about you. It’s just.. it’s complicated.

Have a nice life, Steve.

You groaned, very slowly throwing on enough clothes to venture outside with Hercules. The more pressure and time you spent standing on your foot, the worse it felt. When you checked in on the group chat and let them know you were alive, Claire insisted you visit her at work to get your foot checked out.

Given how desperately you needed to unload about what happened with Steve, you put yourself together and headed to the hospital.

“Okay, here’s the update. The tech owed me a favour so this one was on the house.” Claire had been a saint and since you were somehow visiting her on a slow morning after her own late night, she had managed to get you through all the paperwork quickly. “The x-ray just showed a teeny tiny fracture. So a tensor and taking it easy should suffice but let’s get the official prognosis.” She stuck her head into the nearby hallway and called for a doctor, by first name.

God, you appreciated her.

Claire’s doctor colleague confirmed what she had said and advised on rest, ice and Tylenol. If it got any worse, you could return for a cast.

“Maybe just a short walk for Herc tonight,” Claire said with finality, flipping the chart closed and dropping into the chair beside the bed. “Now, I have a ten minute break and need to know what the hell happened with Steve last night. He drove you home?”

Although you couldn’t bring yourself to tell Claire every single detail, it felt good to say it all out loud. Maybe you could sense a fraction of remorse in Steve, but it still left you with such an upsetting feeling. Why was he so curious about who you were dating or not dating? It didn’t matter to him anymore.

It was bittersweet to think that your actions with Pietro had impacted Steve so much. Not that you needed him to be jealous but it reminded you he was human still.

Of course I care about you.

As you made your way back down to the exit, passing through the emergency room and through the main reception of the hospital, someone called your name. The voice was strangely familiar and when you clued in to who it was, your heart sank.

“Sarah! Hi.” You paused at the set of chairs near the door, giving a small awkward wave to Sarah Rogers as she stood to say greet you. “It’s nice to see you.”

“You too, sweetie.” She pulled you into a hug and you wanted to melt into the floor. God, how could a woman so sweet raise a son like Steve? Well, no. Maybe that wasn’t a fair question. Before that awful phone call, Steve had proved himself to have traits just like his mother - headstrong, considerate, protective. Damnit. Why did things have to turn out the way they did?

You gave her a soft smile, doing your best to dismiss your plethora of confused thoughts. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I volunteer in the palliative ward on the weekends. Usually just a couple hours in the morning.” Sarah motioned to the chairs and invited you to sit. “Do you have a second to talk?”

You were running late leaving work - again. God, your boss had been relentless with our workload lately. Gone were the exciting after work adventures from summer. As the fall creeped in and your list of projects grew, you had a feeling more late nights at your desk were in the future. Really, after that night at Shield a few weeks ago, you had pulled yourself back immediately. It had been a while now since you’d done anything beyond a Saturday at the market - which was probably good for your foot, at least.

And now, to make matters worse following your frustrating day at work, there was a thunderstorm in the forecast again. And considering Pietro had just left to go home earlier in the week, you weren’t sure who would be coming to your rescue this time.

You made it to the doggy daycare just minutes before they were closing, apologizing profusely to the girl at the counter as you collected Hercules. When you made it outside and started your walk, you planned out exactly how the rest of your night was going to go: shower, fresh pajamas, ordering in from your favourite Indian place - if they were still open, you needed to check your phone for their hours and–

“Ooof.”

Somehow, only a block before your building, you walked straight into a brick wall of a person. As you mumbled out an apology, you realized it wasn’t just any person, given the hanging tag around his neck. Although he wasn’t in a full patrol uniform, you could see it was someone from the NYPD.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, officer. I wasn’t watching where–”

When he cut you off, reassuring you by saying your name out loud, you narrowed your eyebrows. Wait. What? Why did this officer know who you were? Had he been waiting for you on your route home?

“How do you know my name?” You squeaked out, gripping Hercule’s leash in one hand and your phone in the other. You darted your gaze down to your phone, trying to unlock it.

The man reached out and hit the backside of your hand, sending your phone up and out of your hand. Then, he caught it with a grin. “We need to talk about Steve Rogers.”

CHAPTER 05 - CHAPTER 08

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Steve wants to play while Thor’s away and you’re just along for the ride

Warnings: this isn’t full on smut but it’s still smut, cockwarming, d/s dynamics, sub!reader, switch!steve (he’s also a bit of a brat), dom!thor, little degradation, implied m/m smut

WC: 889

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When Steve raised a single dark blond eyebrow at you an hour ago, you knew that your simple afternoon of doing laundry and watching your favourite trashy reality show was going to be thrown out the window in favour of his devious idea.

“You know we’re gonna get in trouble right?” You had told him as his thick fingers pulled at the waistband of your sweatpants after he made himself comfortable on your couch.

He looked up at you with a smirk. “Not if you listen to what I tell you to do.”

So now here you were, on one of your boyfriends’ lap, trying as hard as you could to watch the documentary he had put on but with your mind already going fuzzy around the edges, it was incredibly hard.

You shifted on his lap but suddenly, Steve’s large hands were on your hips, keeping you completely still. “I told you not to fidget.” He chastised you. A shameful heat crawled up your neck and you could only whine.

“Sorry Captain.” He smiled at you and granted a single kiss to your cheek.

“Good girl. Now, Thor should be home soon and I don’t think he would appreciate that we’re playing without him so stay still.” You nodded and forced your body to relax back into his strong chest, laying your head on his shoulder where the smell of his cologne was most prominent.

Steve readjusted the blanket that was draped over both your legs, pulling it up so it now lay across your waist, completely concealing your lower half.

And right on time, the front door opened and a booming voice called out- “My loves! I have returned!”

Steve gave you another firm warning in the form of a pinch to your naked thigh before he called back. “We’re in the living room!”

Thundering footsteps echoed through the house as Thor hurried to get to you. “You would not believe the day that I have had, first Loki tricked me… again! But do not fret, my wound shall heal soon- what are you doing?”

His massive body easily filled the doorframe, his blue eyes squinting at the pair of you. While you were scrambling to find some excuse as to why you were in this situation, Steve threw his arm over the back of the couch, a smirk still painted on his face.

“We’re just having a cuddle and watching a movie, isn’t that right doll.” You nodded eagerly in response, letting out a sigh of relief as Thor’s eyes brightened once more, seemingly content with his answer.

“Well, then the Spider boy showed me this new trick he learned and I-“ But his words went in one ear and out the other as Steve readjusted below you, forcing his thick cock even deeper inside you and it took all of your willpower not to moan.

He hissed through his teeth as you clamped down on him. Your fingers curled into your palm in some desperate attempt to keep yourself from moving or moaning or even breathing wrong but evidently, it wasn’t enough.

Before you could stop it, a whine escaped your lips, immediately silencing your godly boyfriend and making the man beneath you inhale sharply. The game was up.

The blanket easily slid away from your laps, exposing exactly what was happening to your shared boyfriend. Your soft legs were spread apart by Steve’s thick thighs, keeping you open enough for his cock to be comfortably nestled in your dripping cunt to keep him warm. Already, his blue jeans were stained almost black from your wetness and a ring of creamy white gathered at the base of his cock.

Neither of you moved, the gravity of the situation now making itself apparent as Thor’s expression darkened and his own jeans grew considerably tighter as his cock came to life.

“I will give you both one chance to explain yourselves before I start to think of ways to punish you for playing without my permission.” Steve’s cock throbbed inside of you and you shot him a glare.

“Masochist.” You hissed under your breath but evidently, both men heard you.

Thor’s eyes locked onto you. “How about you start princess- tell me the truth.”

But before you could answer, Steve had decided that he wanted to play even more. “She’s just warming me up so that I could fuck you when you got home. I mean, that is what she’s here for.” You curled into yourself, not because you were hurt by what he said but because you knew what was coming next.

Moving too quick to comprehend, you were suddenly suspended in the air and then tucked into the chest of your god. And with barely any time to wince at the emptiness you now felt, Thor’s fly was open and his own cock prodded at your entrance.

“Yes you did have a warm-up, but not for you.” You cried out as he sank you down onto him, easily taking him to the hilt even with his massive size considering how Steve had already stretched you enough to take him. “She’s going to get the fucking of a lifetime while you just watch. And then-“

Steve swallowed thickly, his hand now inching towards his own aching length. “Then, I’ll be warmed up enough to take you.”

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Bucky Barnes Reblogs

A masterlist of my fav Bucky Barnes Fics

SERIES

A Maidens Tale 18+ @world-of-aus

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Dolores, Mob!Bucky x Maid!Reader

The Truth Will Set You Free @angstysebfan

pairing: Bucky x Female Reader, Thor x Reader

Bad Decisions 18+ @syntheticavenger

pairing: Mob Boss Bucky Barnes x Right Hand Female Reader

Monster In Law 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Chubby Bee 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Plus-size!Reader

The Annoying Guy @holylulusworld

pairing: OFC x fem!Reader, Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Every Other Day 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

Mr Grumpy and His Ex-mate @holylulusworld

pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Rebound 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Unwilling Bride @holylulusworld

pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barney’s x fem!Reader

Howlin’ For You @invisibleanonymousmonsters

pairing: Biker!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Her soft animal 18+ @kinanabinks

paring: Dark Bucky x Reader

The Penthouse 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Multiple Characters x Reader

Two Thousand, Five Hundred and sixty nine 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: frat!bucky x best friend!reader

Relax 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader

Best Friend 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best Friend!Reader

ONESHOTS

As In The Mother, So Is Her Daughter @suitk0via

pairing: Dad!Bucky x Reader

His Little Play Thing 18+ @bucky-barnes-diaries

pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x Stepdaughter!Reader

It All Belongs To You 18+ @angrythingstarlight

pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Rescuing Alpine @angrythingstarlight

pairing: Bucky x Reader. Alpine

Top Of His List @angrythingstarlight

pairing: Mafia Bucky x Reader

Don’t Make Me Wait 18+ @angrythingstarlight

pairing:

Thin Ice 18+ @angrythingstarlight

pairing:

Say The Word and It’s Yours 18+ @angrythingstarlight

pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Cruel 18+ @kinanabinks