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[holylulusworld]

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[itsunclebucky]

Nothing In Life Is Easy

Pairing: chubby cop!Bucky x reader

Warnings: self esteem issues, angst, fluff, tiny bit of language because it's me.

A/N: this is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club and the extended drunk drabbles ❤

Bucky's uniform tightened around his midsection as he sat down on the cushioned seat in the corner of your coffee shop. The aroma of coffee lingered in the air as soon as he stepped through the glass doors. It was a lovely quiet and quirky little café.

Bucky sipped his coffee, occasionally his eyes wandering to your perfect form behind the counter talking to the customer. His partner Steve cleared his throat to get his attention.

"Instead of ogling at the woman. Why don't you go and speak to her man?" Steve enquired, drinking his own coffee with an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"I can't. It's not that easy for me. She's fuckin' gorgeous and I'm this chubby fat pathetic shit." Bucky shook his head and Steve's smirk dropped when he heard his partner and lifelong friend talk about himself like that.

"Listen to me Buck. You're a beautiful man and that comes from me. You obviously haven't noticed the way she keeps glancing over here checking you out. It's what is on the inside that counts man."

Steve was right. And with a nod of Bucky's head. He straightened up then pushed the chair back to stand up and walked over to the now empty counter where you were leaning.

"Hi." Bucky said shyly. You looked up from your book with a bright smile.

"Hey." You gave him a toothy grin and he swore he melted into a puddle.

"I've never done this but I wondered if you would like to grab some coffee?"

"I thought you'd never ask. I finish my shift in an hour and we can go then?" You offer still with a toothy grin.

"Perfect. I'll wait for you." Bucky blushed at how cliché it sounded.

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[holylulusworld]

The third man (2) - The brand-new toy

Summary: You and Bucky rule the underworld of the whole of New York, always grasping for more. When your eyes land on a brand-new toy, you can’t resist. Will the golden boy, New York’s highly decorated Detective fall for you and the games you play?

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Mobster!Reader, Cop!Steve x Mobster!Reader, possible Mobster!Bucky x Mobster!Reader x Cop!Steve

Characters: Tony Stark 

Warnings: angst, mobster business, illegal activities, foul language, seduction, lies, smut, unprotected sex, mentions of sexual intercourse (implied), voyeurism, jealousy, masturbation

A/N: Please be aware this series has nothing to do with the movie “the third man”. The title will make sense in later chapters. 😉

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“What did Tony bear say?” Giggling you run your foot over Bucky’s chest, a dirty grin on your lips when he grabs your foot to suckle at your toes.

Water splashes out of the bathtub, but you don’t care. Not when your husband rubs around your bundle of nerves. “Bucky…god, you are insatiable…”

“Only with you, doll. Now back to business…” Disappointed you purse your lips when Bucky tries to talk to you about business instead of fucking you.

“No! I want to ride you while you tell me everything Tony said. Be my good husband and I’ll let you do the thing with thing you like so much.” Snickering you straddle Bucky’s lap. “Look who’s hard for his wife.”

His hands press against your lower back, just resting them there while you raise your hips to line his cock up with your entrance. “Baby doll, don’t make me go crazy…”

“Would never dream off doing so.” Being the devil in disguise again you painfully slowly sink down his length. “Feels so good Buck’, maybe I forget about Rogers?”

“No, you won’t, dirty girl. In a week you’ll beg me to help you corrupt the poor guy. I bet he will be putty in your greedy hands.” You rock your hips slowly, savoring the way Bucky fills you perfectly.

“You’re still the best…” Moans fill the room, along with the sound of water splashing out of the bathtub when you move faster on top of your husband. “The only one holding my heart…”

“I know you want Rogers but be careful this time. Rumlow was easy to get rid of. He was a small-town gangster.” Humming you wrap your arms around Bucky’s neck to hold tight onto him when your husband starts to fuck up into you.

“Oh-right there, baby. Don’t stop…don’t…fuck…fuck…” Your teeth sink into your lower lip feeling your high ripple through your body. “Love it when you cum inside of me.”

“Love to cum inside of you…” You peck his neck, just holding Bucky pressed to your body. “Love you…”

“Love you too. It’s just... Why can’t I stop playing?” Bucky falls silent before he clears his throat.

“We are kinky?” Your husband offers and you nod silently. “I don’t know, doll. It makes me go crazy seeing someone else touch you but at the same time, it makes me rock-hard. Do you want to fuck Rogers or just play with him?”

“Rumlow was a toy to play with and Tony, well he was fun for a while and a great investment. He’s still my Tony bear.” Laughing Bucky presses his lips to your neck. “I only love you, Buck…”

“I know you do, doll.” For a while, you just stay like that. Tangled in each other you let the minutes tick by. “Tony said Rogers believes I hurt you. He also said we can play with Steve, but not harm him.”

“I don’t want to harm him, Bucky. He’s just so shiny and new. I want to make him dirty and rotten. When I am done with him, he’ll yearn for me in a way Stevie will never understand.” Bucky loves your evil way to get what you want.

“You didn’t hurt Tony. He’s a cop too, Y/N.”

“Tony was never a problem, baby. He’s hopelessly in love with my cunt. One snap of my fingers and he is my good boy…and yours…” Bucky smirks, remembering Tony’s submissive side.

“Tony is reliable, not a liability as Brock was. That drooling bastard never knew his place.” Hissing at your failure’s name you look at your husband.

“It was my fault, Bucky. I was the one choosing the wrong guy. He was my first after we had fun with Wanda.”

You still remember the wild nights with Wanda and Natasha. It was a natural connection drawing you to them. “Pity they married and want an ‘ordinary’ life…”

“I missed them too…especially the thing they did with you when I was only allowed to watch,” Bucky smirks when you start to squirm in his lap. “I enjoyed it, tho.”

“I did too, baby. Now, tell me about Tony and his weekly report.”

“Looks good. The clubs are still profitable and the deal with Thor went smooth. Still, I miss Loki and his bad jokes.”

Poking Bucky’s biceps you give him a dirty grin. “I mean, he was a snake, but reliable. A pity Rogers brought him down six months ago.” Glancing at the papers in Bucky’s hands you sigh.

“You hated Loki. Thor is the better partner and not interested in killing us. Loki was always one step from shooting you, Bucky.” Nodding your husband closes the folder.

“Tony likes Rogers. I don’t know if we should involve him with your game this time. What if Tony decides your cute ass ain’t worth Roger's downfall?” For the first time, you worry about your plan.

Tony was an easy prey. He always had a thing for you and Bucky. One thing led to another and you ended up in a ménage a Trois for a while until you decided he’s better off with Pepper Potts.

“Let me sleep about it, baby. Maybe you are right, and Tony won’t keep his mouth shut but I’d like to play with Rogers. Stevie looked like a kicked puppy when I left him.”

“Boss, do I have permission to investigate the club and Barnes activities? I don’t want to cross a line, but apparently, he’s hurting his wife.” Steve insists. “If I can get her on my side…”

Tony chuckles, not knowing how to explain that Bucky would never dare to lay a finger on you.

“Listen, that’s a game they play. Y/N Barnes may be a lot of things, but she’s no damsel in distress. She’s as dangerous as her husband. I highly recommend not to get involved with her. Whatever you believe you saw or heard, it’s untrue…”

Tony swallows thickly, remembering the way you wrapped him around your pinkie. “I made the same mistake, Rogers. I tried to save her only to fall for her lies. It’s too late for me to stop them, but you can still make it.”

“I don’t understand, Sir. You fell for her…oh-I get it.” Steve stammers realizing his boss was sinfully involved with you. “What about her husband?”

“You see…we got drunk, there was a whirlpool and…well…things happened. One thing led to another and…” Tony’s flushed face tells Steve there was more than a bit skinny dipping. “If you tell anyone what I said, you are fired.”

“Boss, your privacy is important to me. I would never do anything to damage your reputation.” Steve is not used to talking to his boss about sex, so he clears his throat and tries to change the subject. “You think she wants to do the same to me?”

“Oh-she does it good…so good. I never…” Tony groans, almost vibrating when he remembers the nights, he spent with you and Bucky. “Y/N is a force of nature. Wild, and dangerous. Unleashed she can rip you apart and put you back together…”

“I’ll pass, Sir.”

“Tony was silent today. I got the feeling he was hiding something from me.” Nipping at your drink you sigh deeply. “I think he’s no longer reliable, Bucky…”

“Why’d you say that? Didn’t he give you enough attention?” Your slap to his cheek stings, but Bucky knows, he deserved it.

“It’s not about giving me attention, James.” His full name leaving your lips stings even more. “You know, last time he was all cheery to see me instead of you, and today he dismissed me like I am a random bitch in heat…”

“What exactly makes you think your Tony bear is hiding shit from us?” Bucky slides his fingers over your thigh, a smirk on his lips. “Did he say something wrong?”

“It was rather the things he did not say, Buck. We talked about business, his engagement with Pepper, hell even the weather but not a single word about Steve Rogers. I think Tony is not on our side any longer.”

“He’s playing with fire then…” Leaning against the counter Bucky chews on a toothpick. You hate his habit but remain silent tonight. “If Stark is not on our side, he’s an enemy and we take enemies down.”

“We can’t, baby. If Tony told Rogers anything about our arrangement or what we did behind closed doors, he’ll go after us when Tony disappears or falls victim to an accident.”

You mirror Bucky’s posture, letting your eyes wander around the crowded club. “Speaking of the devil.”

“I thought he’s the golden boy, doll,” Bucky smirks, riling you up for fun. “Do you still want to play with him?”

Meeting your husband’s eyes, you shrug before you turn your attention toward your drink.

“I will let him come to me, baby. Anything else would make him suspiciously. It’s his decision to play with fire, not mine…”

Steve hides in the darkest corner to watch you and your husband. He can see Bucky’s hand trail down your back and wishes it was his. When Bucky places a soft kiss to your neck Steve imagines you whisper his name.

There is a dark side in Steve wanting to break through seeing you with your husband. Never before did he feel a stronger pull toward a woman, another man’s girl.

“Anything I can do for you?” Liliane purrs but Steve dismisses her with a wave of his hand. Only taking the drink the waitress brought he trains his eyes on Bucky who slides his fingers over your exposed thigh.

Moments later you leave the crowded room to rush toward your husband’s office. Steve almost drops his drink to follow you close behind, forgetting you could see him.

Your mouth seals Bucky’s in front of his office and Steve can feel his pants tighten watching you palm your husband’s cock.

“Fuck me, baby. Please…I need you.” Your needy voice let a choked groan escape Steve’s throat as he must watch you push your husband into his office only to slam the door shut.

A heartbeat later you moan Bucky’s name and to his shame, Steve walks toward the office to press his ear to the door. He’s grasping the door handle, silently opening the door.

Throat dry Steve looks at the scene, not missing the way you react to your husband’s touch. Now he knows what Tony was talking about. He’s mesmerized by the beauty of your bodies moving in sync.

Bucky moans your name, gripping your thighs tightly as you slide your fingers through his hair. Your legs wrap around your husband’s waist and you are too lost in pleasure to recognize the man watching you and Bucky with darkened eyes.

Moan, grunts and the sound of your bodies collide fill the office. Eyes closed shut you cry out with every hard thrust while Bucky urges you on to come for him. “I love you, doll. No one else can have you…”

“Yours…only yours…” Right at that moment, you mean it as you always do. You play with other people, but your heart, body, and soul only belong to Bucky, your sworn partner in crime. “I love you…”

Steve silently closes the door, knowing he’ll never forget the way you writhed underneath your husband. He’s pressing his forehead and palm against the door when a cry of pleasure erupts from your throat.

“Let’s forget about that guy, Rogers. We don’t need him, baby. I only want to feel you buried inside of me. No more fooling around. It was nice to imagine having him but I don’t think he wants me enough to stay…”

“He’s a fool…” Bucky moans your name, shuddering as his high makes him buck into you repeatedly. “We could’ve given him the world…you…”

The cold shower doesn’t help to wash away the shame and the need Steve feels. His hand harshly fists his cock, imagining it’s you touch him the way he wants to.

For the first time in his life, Steve is losing control over his emotions and he doesn’t know if you will become his toy or the other way around…

[holylulusworld]

The death of a monster

Summary: To get hold of Brock Rumlow, his nemesis Steve Rogers is not holding back. He will cross lines if he has to, even if this means to use Brock’s sister to take him down.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Brock Rumlow x Sister!Reader

Characters: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Nick Fury

Warnings: angst, undercover work, investigations, scared reader, threats, violence, blood, threats of rape and murder, mentions of blow job, Brock being a sick bastard, characters death, hurt & comforting, a hint of implied smut

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You can hear the men get closer now. For ten minutes you clutch the phone to your chest, praying Steve will be there before Brock can find you. 

Someone yells orders, it’s unmistakable your stepbrother's voice which booms through the empty house. You need to hold back a gasp when a man says something about the attic.

“Get up there and look for that bitch! I want her on her knees in five minutes or one of you will pay for ever letting her out of sight!” 

Brock is beyond pissed; you can hear it in his voice. If he finds you now, death will be the least of your problems…

“Faster Buck. I can’t let Brock get close to my girl; I can let him hurt her.” While Bucky drives toward your house Steve already unlocks his gun.

“Fury here. We are on our way to the house; we will hit in two minutes. Romanoff, Wilson, and Barton will take the back entrance. 

I will wait for you and Barnes at the front with Lang to provide back-up. The tag team will hit in twenty, let’s make sure we find the girl and get the bad guys.” 

Steve presses his hand to his ear to understand Fury better, sighing as the tag team will take too long. Bucky nods silently, not answering when Fury asks if he’s sure to be a part of the ‘party’.

“Ready if you are…”

“Buck…”

“I know, Steve. Like in the good old times. I got a special gift on the backseat of my car. We will go in, get the girl, and kill anyone trying to get in our way. No mercy Captain.” 

“No mercy, Sergeant.”

Bucky speeds up, not caring Fury yells order as he hits the gas pedal to use his car to break through the front door. 

In a split-second Bucky grabs the M249 Paratrooper SAW from the backseat, a big grin plastered all over his face at Steve’s shocked expression. “Let’s do this punk. We need to get your girl.”

Your hands tremble when you hear a loud crash coming from downstairs. Heart making a somersault you get up to flatten against the wall when someone opens the door to the attic.

“I know you are here, little dove. Come out, come out or I swear you will not like the consequences if you don’t.” Brock's voice sounds sweet, too sweet and you need to hold back a sob when he steps further into the room.

“Stay at the door. No one gets in or out without my allowance. I will have a serious conversation with my beloved sister before we turn out attention toward her hero…” Brock smirks before one of his men closes the door.

“Come out, Sweetie. I only want to talk to you and feed you with my cock. We are done fooling around. You know you will be mine and I know…” He steps close tapping the gun to your forehead. “…you’ll love it…”

“Fuck you…” Spitting into your stepbrother's face you don’t coward for him. A smirk on your lips you let him backhand you with his gun. “That’s all you’ve got. Pathetic, brother.”

How you found the strength to defy your brother – you’ve got no clue but he seems to be surprised by your words.

“Do you have the slightest idea what I will do to you and your lover?” He smirks now, leans close to cage you with one hand pressed against the wall. 

“I will take my time and let him watch. I will ruin you in front of him, make you scream my name and when he witnessed how I ruined my sweet, innocent sister – your hero will die.”

Spitting blood into his face you put on a brave face. You will not go down without a fight, not after all you’ve been through in your life.

“Not innocent any longer, Brock. Steve had what you always wanted. He had me first…in any way.” You can see your brother's face fall as the realization hits him. 

“You didn’t…” He presses the gun to your temple hissing the words against your ear. “If you let him fuck you, I swear I’ll fuck you to death.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. You pathetic, sick, and weak bastard. I know you are not even man enough to get hard. All the girls, they were laughing about you…” 

His hand wraps around your throat but you smirk at him. This is your way to leave this life. You prefer dying right now before Brock can fulfill his promise.

“No, you didn’t let him touch you. You are mine. No one touches you but me, Y/N. If he dared to lay a finger on you, touched your cunt he will suffer like no man before.”

Brock smirks, squeezing your throat tighter as he can see your eyes flutter shut. “Soon I’ll take my time with you…”

“Fuck you, sick bastard.” Your eyes snap open and Brock feels your fist collide with his balls. He let go of you falls to his knees and you use the momentum to dash toward the door…

“Over there. Three men to the left, those bastards are mine, Rogers. Leave this to Lang and me.” Fury yells pointing toward Brock’s men storming toward Steve and the others.

“Got it.” Bucky nods, firing a round at the men to grant Steve fire protection. “Go, get the girl, I am right behind you.”

Steve nods, already running toward the stairs. The two men trying to stop him have no chance as he uses his weight to run the first one over. Bucky rams the hand of his gun into the second guy's face, smirking as Steve kicks the others head-

“Hurry, we need to get Y/N out of here. It sounds as if there’s a war going on downstairs.” Bucky gasps hearing Fury yell orders at his men and Natasha.

“I am on it, Buck. She’s my girl…”

“Where do you think you’re going?” Limping after you Brock grasps for your hair. “On your knees whore. I will give you something better to do with your mouth than talking.”

Struggling against his hold you fight and scream. Brock tries to open his pants but the door to the attic bursts open and he let go of your hair.

“Look how came to our party, Sweetie. Your hero wants to watch you suck my dick.”

Brock grins at Steve but it fades when Bucky storms into the room, gun aimed toward your brother’s head. “Get away from the girl and your life will be longer than ten seconds.” 

Not impressed Brock aim’s the gun to your head, the smirk back on his lips.

“How about we play a game. She will suck one of our cocks and you decide who goes first.”

“I said, let the girl go, sick bastard. This is the endgame for the both of us.” Bucky’s finger grazes the trigger of his gun. “Last chance or the bullet ends you.”

“I hope you are faster than me, Barnes as my gun will end sweet Y/N’s life.” He looks down at you, a dark look on his face. “If I can’t have her, no one can.”

“Let her go and you can let your anger out on me.” Steve’s voice makes you sob when he offers his life for yours.

“No…no. This is not how we will play the game. She will open my pants, get my dick out, and give me the blow job of my life or her brain will paint the walls in a brand-new color.”

Brock’s words make you shudder, and you do the only thing coming to your mind you go on your knees, reach out for his zipper but then you slam your fist into his balls again.

“Y/N…” Ducking Brocks try to backhand you; you roll over to Steve’s side and a bullet hit’s Brock’s arm. His gun drops to the floor and the next thing you feel is Steve’s arms wrap tightly around you.

“Steve…” Hiding your face in his chest you start to cry. “I knew you would come to save me. I am sorry…so sorry, Stevie.”

Not saying a single word Steve carefully picks you up in bridal style to carry you out of the room. “He’s all yours, Buck. Kill him or arrest him, your decision. If they’ll ask me, you had to kill him as he threatened Y/N’s life.”

Your eyes meet Bucky’s and you give the man you never saw before a curt nod. “Kill him. That monster doesn’t deserve to get arrested. If you do so, he’ll find someone to get him out.”

“Get the girl out of here, Stevie. I got a job to do…” Bucky steps closer to Brock, this time he has a dark grin on his lips.

Steve doesn’t hesitate. Carrying you out of the room he doesn’t look back when a gunshot makes Brock wet his pants. Steve doesn’t look when a metal fist breaks Brock’s jaw or said hand wraps around your stepbrother's throat to choke him.

The last things Brock Rumlow sees are steel blue eyes and a smirk on Bucky's lips before he snaps his neck…

“How is she?” Glancing at you in Steve’s arms Sam tries to find out if Brock hurt you. “Bucky?”

“We came just in time. Let’s clean this shit and leave Steve and the girl out of the shitshow which happened tonight.” 

“What will happen now?” Watching Steve enter the bedroom at his house you look at the tray he carries toward the bed. “Will you say goodbye now. I know I was just…”

“Doll, you were not just…” Steve places the tray onto the bed before he sits next to you to check on your swollen face. 

“In the beginning, I wanted to find out if you are involved in Brock’s business but then I got to know you and couldn’t stay away. I wanted to tell you more than once, but you said that you hate cops.”

“Not all cops. I hate Steve Winters, but I like Steve Rogers…” Grinning cheekily you look at Steve who gently presses a cool pack to your face. “Steve Rogers saved me.”

“Steve Rogers loves you, doll.” Humming you look at Steve who tries to press his lips to a spot which doesn’t hurt. “I guess kissing is out of the question.”

“You could kiss my neck…carefully.” Giggling you lie onto the pillow to let Steve hover over you. “I was scared when I ran. All cops I ever met were…you know.”

“I know, Y/N. But please believe me that I do love you and that I would’ve never had sex with you for a case. I touched you as I wanted to.” Steve whispers into your ear.

“Do you still want to?” Meeting your eyes Steve smirks, nodding eagerly. “Good.”

“I will explain everything tomorrow, I swear. No more secrets, doll. Now I want you to eat the food I made, my mom’s famous spiced pumpkin soup. Then you will take the painkillers and we will sleep.”

“Yes, Captain…” Now you giggle as Bucky told you on your way to Steve’s house that your boyfriend used to be a Captain. “Do you like it when I call you like that?”

“You’re a bad girl, Y/N.” Nodding again you wrap your arms around Steve’s neck to bring him close for a soft kiss. Your lips hurt, just like the rest of your face but you kiss Steve again. “I want you to call me anything you want to.”

“Well, Mr. Rogers. We will have a serious conversation about not starting a relationship without telling a girl your real name. Next will be a lesson in ‘how to make it up to my girlfriend that I was a lying bastard’. Followed by you letting me ride your beard…” Steve smirks, pecking your lips again.

“So…Wanda told you to ride my beard…”

“She told me so many things I shall do to you.” You slide your hands over Steve’s chest, mischief on your features. “Do you have handcuffs?”

“I got all you want, Y/N. If you want me to, I’ll handcuff you…” Snickering you shake your head. “Oh-Stevie. The handcuffs are for you…”

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The End

Summary: To get hold of Brock Rumlow, his nemesis Steve Rogers is not holding back. He will cross lines if he has to, even if this means to use Brock’s sister to take him down.

Pairing: Cop!Steve Rogers x Rumlow!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Warnings: angst, mentions of injuries, pregnant reader, language, scared reader, comforting, fluff

A/N: Just a short epilogue to end this series.

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This is the end. The thought won’t let you go watching the doctor and nurse talk to Director Fury. Your throat tightens and you fear you will blank out any minute.

“He’s going to be alright, doll. Breathe, Y/N. Steve is too stubborn to die that easily. You’ve got no clue how strong your boyfriend is.”

Bucky runs one hand gently up and down your back while you try to get a glimpse of Steve when the door to his room opens.

“I…I need to see him, please.” Tearing up you look at the doctor who ignores you for the longest time. “I said, I need to see my man!” Your voice rises and the doctor's head snaps toward you.

“Doc, you better let that girl into Steve’s room. She’s his wife.” Bucky insists and you squeeze his flesh hand to thank him. “I am his brother and we want to see him. Right. Now.”

“Sir, we need to ask you to calm. Detective Rogers is in no life-threatening status. You can see him after my colleague checked his wound.” Your hands shake hearing the word ‘wound’.

“I am a doctor too. Please tell me what’s wrong with my husband.” Sniffling you feel like your legs are about to give in. “I want to know how he is!”

“Mrs. Rogers, I have to ask you to take a deep breath. You shouldn’t stress yourself in your condition.”  The doctor tries to reason with you but your stoic face and the angry look in your eyes tell him to fall silent.

“Only as I am pregnant doesn’t mean you can hide my husband’s condition from me. I want to see him. Right. Fucking. Now.” Even Fury flinches at your outburst when the nurse next to the doctor chuckles lightly.

“You heard my sister-in-law. We want to see my brother.” Bucky balls his metal hand into a fist right when the door to the room opens. 

Steve slowly walks out of the room, his bullet-proof vest in his hands he watches you and Bucky fight with the doctor.

“Doll? What are you doing here?” Steve mumbles when you run to his side to check on him. “Baby Girl?” Gasping you tug at his shirt to see three bullet holes.

“How bad is it, Stevie?” Sniffling you look up at your husband. “Are you in pain?” 

“Oh-Y/N. I got hit but three bullets, but my vest saved me, doll. I got one bruised rib and a few bruises at my back, nothing serious.” Steve gently places one hand onto your baby bump, a soft smile on his lips.

“How’d this happen? You promised you are a desk jockey now, Steve. You said that you will not risk your life anymore. Still, here we are in the middle of a hospital and you have three bullet holes in your shirt.” Lips quivering you look up at Steve.

“Doll, I promised I am a desk jockey. This was…revenge.” Steve sighs while he gently runs his hands up and down your arms. 

“A guy from my past, my time at the army believed he needs to blame me for losing his position at the team. He got arrested back then after me, Bucky and two others gave a statement.” Bucky grunts remembering Danny Leighton and his doings.

“What did he do?” Gently rubbing your belly Steve sighs. He thought, or rather hoped this part of his life lies in the past but as people say, ‘your past always catches up with you’. “Stevie?”

“We were on a mission around ten years ago. All of us were young, carefree, and got thrown into a war which wasn’t ours. 

One day we were at home, drinking beer and making fun – the next week we stood in the middle of a battlefield and were covered in blood.” Your husband’s voice cracks, and you know, he tries to shelter you.

“It’s alright, Steve. Just tell me what happened, I can take it.” His lips press a soft kiss to your temple, and you relax when he wraps his strong arms around you. “Stevie…”

“He did something a good man; a member of the U.S. Army should’ve never done. Let’s say he involved civilians in the war we were fighting. He was…”

“A bastard, Y/N. Sorry, punk but that’s the ugly truth. That man went into a village and killed innocent people, accusing them to be soldiers. Truth is – he killed three old men and two kids. There were a young woman and he…”

“Don’t Buck. She doesn’t need to hear all of it.” Bucky nods, giving his friend a sad smile. “I still blame myself for not being faster and stopping him before he had the chance to hurt people.”

“Steve, Danny was one sick lunatic. What he did was inhuman. You know it, the Colonel knew it and the judge knew it. I got no clue why they let him go.” Pacing around the hallways Bucky curses.

“It did not happen on U.S. ground. My word and yours stood against his. A smeary lawyer took over his case. Files disappeared. The girl's statement too and, in the end, – they let him go.” Steve runs his hands gently up and down your back when you rest your head against his chest.

“How’d he hit you? I mean, no one ever managed to sneak on you.” Bucky grins when Steve gives him a dirty look. “You’re getting old man, just saying.”

“He shot me when I walked out of the building. Good thing I showed the recruits how to use their bulletproof vest or …” 

Steve stops talking when you look up at him with fear in your eyes. “He’s dead and gone. That man will not hurt anyone ever again. I promise I’ll only train our recruits and do paperwork, doll.”

Sniffling you nod before you wrap your arms tightly around Steve. He smiles when he feels your seven months baby bump press against this abs. “Did your bump grow again?”

“Hey!” Head snapping upward you glare at Steve who has a smug grin on his lips. “I am pregnant with not one but two babies! I can’t help it when I get hungry all the time.”

“Detective, how about you bring your girl home and cook something nice for her?” Bucky snickers hearing your stomach growl. “She seems to be hungry again, punk. That’s your punishment for knocking her up with twins.”

“That’s no punishment, Buck.” Smiling Steve cradles your face to press soft kisses to your lips. “I’ll bring my girl home now.”

“How do you feel Steve?” Checking on his ribs you frown. “Does it still hurt? Can you breathe? Do you need pain meds?”

Steve smiles when you hover over him like a mother hen. He already imagines you barefoot running after his kids while he brings the wood to the fireplace. 

“Stop watching me, Rogers. I try to fix the mess you made.” Sighing you carefully straddle his lap to stroke his chest. “I was scared, Stevie. Never do such a thing again.”

“I promise, this was the first and last time you have to worry about me. Now let me check on you, wife.” Snickering you raise your shirt to show Steve your swollen belly. “So beautiful.”

“Don’t give me those eyes, Rogers! Two are the limit.” Steve rubs his hands over your belly, and you sigh seeing the look he gives you. “Steve.”

“How about I tell you about my dream…” Your eyes round when Steve starts talking.

“I see you chasing after our kids, barefoot as you forgot your shoes. I bring in firewood and we sit around the large Christmas tree I found for our family. Four kids sit with us and another is in your belly.”

“Steve…” Sniffling you press your lips to his. Steve just revealed his secret dream. Having a large family with you. “You have a breeding kink, baby.” 

“I just want kids with you, a family. Kitty can have more kids too.” Now you laugh as he looks at Kitty lie in front of the fireplace, surrounded by three other cats.

“Kitty will not want more kids. She’s getting old, Baby.” Humming Steve looks at your baby bump and your features soften. “Let us survive the twins and we can think about having more kids. I love you Steve and with you, I’ll have a football team.”

“Love you too, Y/N. Now tell me about your dreams…” Snuggling into Steve’s side, you pat his chest. “Doll?”

“I want to be married to the man I love. Check. I want to have a home with him. Check. I want to get pregnant with his kids after we are married for like five years. Check.” Steve hums when he presses a soft kiss to your hair.

“I think my dreams came true, Steve. I got a cozy home, my husband, two kids on their way, a job I love, and Kitty is still with us.” Smiling wildly, you look up at Steve and for the first time, you see tears in his eyes.

“I got all I want too, with you…doll...”

“Now that was what I call cheesy, but I love it…”

THE END...

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[holylulusworld]

The girl who is gone

Summary: To get hold of Brock Rumlow, his nemesis Steve Rogers is not holding back. He will cross lines if he has to, even if this means to use Brock’s sister to take him down.

Pairing: Cop!Steve Rogers x Reader, Brock Rumlow x Sister!Reader

Characters: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: angst, undercover work, investigations, fake identities, light smut, protected sex, making-out, fingering, worried reader, betrayal, sadness, violence, language

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“Come on, Wanda.” Waiting for your friend to pick up her phone you roll your eyes as Kitty tries to steal your toast. “Kitty, don’t! I am trying to reach Wanda.”

Ending the call, you sigh deeply. “She wanted me to report back, now that I finally can tell her juicy details she doesn’t answer her phone, Kitty. I wonder what’s wrong with Wanda…”

“Morning, doll.” Steve walks into the kitchen, watching you scold your cat for stealing your food. Your eyes follow his every step as he’s only in his boxer briefs.

“Something wrong?”

Smirking he steps between your legs, places his large hands onto your waist to stroke your skin.

“Not hungry?” Steve leans closer, captures your lips in a soft kiss and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“I think I am hungry, Steve. I just don’t want food…” Humming he moves his hands under the shirt your stole from him, not finding panties.

“I thought after the shower you are…satisfied.” The smug bastard smirks, not giving away he can’t get enough of you either. “We should talk about a few things, doll. Sam and Natasha are on their way.”

“Can we not forget about anything for a while. Just give me an hour or two…” Your legs wrap around his waist and you grind against his erection. “I can feel you need a distraction too, Stevie.”

“Love with when you call me like that.” His lips claim yours. He’s caging you with his body, holding you flush against him. Steve groana against your soft pillows as you wiggle your foot to shove his boxers down.

“I want you, Steve. Now…” Husking the words you cup his face. Looking up at him with lust-blown pupils. “Let’s forget anything else…please.”

Steve’s fingers slide through your hair, tug harshly at your strands to force you to expose your neck. He’s pressing his face into your neck, sinks his teeth into your skin and you grasp for his shoulders.

“Steve…”

“Patience, doll. I need to prepare you first. I don’t want to hurt you.” Steve’s voice is lower than usual, and you feel his fingers creep toward your core. “You’re so wet for me, dirty girl.”

Your cheeks heat up at his words, but you don’t show you are embarrassed by his words. No one ever talked to you liked that before, except for Brock, but he didn’t make your knees go weak.

“Stevie…” Your back arches when he slips two fingers into you. Once again ignoring his phone Steve crooks his finger, just watching you fist his shirt as he brushes over your g-spot. 

“There…Baby…please…” 

“For such a shy girl you are pretty greedy.” He’s smirking now, steel-blue eyes focused on you, and the way you grind your hips Steve retreats his fingers. “I’ll give you something better, Y/N.”

Your shirt lies abandoned on the floor in the living room, just like your socks. Only moments after Steve retreated his fingers, he carried you toward the couch.

Now you are pawing at his back, rock your hips with him as Steve can’t hold back. His hands hold your hips in a tight grip, bring you flush to his pubic bone with every thrust.

“When we…god you feel so good, doll…” Steve’s lips take your breath. He’s moaning against you, pants your name with every roll of his hips. “I need to tell you something later.”

“Steve…” Your nails run down his back to his ass to dig them deep into his flesh. A shudder ripples through his body right before he comes with a grunt of your name. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Where shall I start.” Steve nuzzles his face into your neck, wraps his arms around your naked body. “Brock burned your apartment down. Sam called me yesterday. I am sorry but he believes your step-brother is looking for you.”

“How’d you know so much about my step-brother? How can Sam know about my apartment?” Steve tries to find a way to tell you about his job but his phone starts ringing once again.

“I swear I’ll tell you everything when we had a shower and breakfast. Let me answer this call, I think it’s Sam. I hope you can forgive me…” Steve’s words make no sense to you. 

Why should you have to forgive him? Why does Steve look like he killed your cat?

“Steve? What’s wrong?” You’re worriedly looking up at Steve, slide your fingers through his hair and you know something is wrong when his smile fades. “Stevie?”

“I…I wasn’t completely honest Y/N. I know this will hard to…” His phone rings again and you groan as he pulls out of you to discard the condom without telling you what’s wrong.

“Take the call and then you will tell me what’s wrong, Steve. I trust you, I…I love you so whatever happened, just tell me.” Steve’s lips gently press against yours before he gets up to answer his call.

“What’s wrong, Sam?”

“Steve, I’ll have a shower and prepare breakfast. We can talk later.” Stealing Steve’s shirt, you give him a wink before running toward the shower. 

A shy smile on your lips you step out of the shower. Steve’s shirt still lies on the bed you shared last night, and you can’t stop your hands from grasping for the fabric to press it to your nose.

While you sway with the shirt in your hands you hear something vibrate in one of the nightstands.

You want to ignore it, want to get dressed but your noisiness gets the best of you and you open the drawer to find your phone.

“What the…? Wanda…” Grabbing the phone you answer the call.

“Slow down, Sam. I know I fucked up, man. I just couldn’t stay away from her. I never…” Running one hand down his face Steve tries to find the right words to describe his feelings for you. “I never felt like that before.”

Steve paces around the room, yells now and then into the phone to make sure Sam knows he’ll fight for you.

“I…I love that girl.” The words leaving Steve’s lips let Sam fall silent.

He knows his friend and partner; he knows there is no way he can make Steve leave you. “I just need a few hours to tell her about my job, her brother, and that I’ll protect her. I will not let her be part of this investigation, Sam.”

“What do you mean with you need her help! No. Sam. I said no!” 

Steve’s voice raises and he can hear you close the door of the bedroom. He assumes you heard him yell and want to grant him privacy. Steve doesn’t know you want to talk to Wanda in private.

“Fuck!” Sam curses, tosses his phone onto the backseat. “He’s out of his mind! How can our best man, the one bringing a whole Empire down, fall for a girl, and lose his mind?”

“Chill, Sam. Stevie deserves a nice girl by his side. We will bring Brock down without the girl. Pietro gave us his statement, just like his sister. We have the video and it’s only a matter of formalities.” Bucky stretches his legs groans low as Sam shakes his head.

“We thought so last time too, Bucky. Do I have to remind you what happened last time? Your solo run cost you an arm, do you want to give him the other too?” Sam’s jaw ticks, remembering the fear in your eyes. “The girl is already in too deep.”

“Sam, we can keep her out of the shit.” 

“In the past, we tried to keep the other witnesses out of this shit too, Bucky! If I recall right, we lost all of them. If Steve messes up, and he will, as Y/N is scared of cops then she will run to her brother.” Sam’s voice rises with every word leaving his lips.

“I don’t think she would run to her brother. Not after she got to know her nightmares weren’t bad dreams. Y/N is a smart girl, Sam. Now let’s calm the fuck down and find a way to tell the girl her brother is a piece of shit.” Bucky exhales.

“First, we need to make her see that we are not the bad guys, Bucky. You did not see her reaction when we mentioned cops. Pure unadulterated fear was in her eyes, James.”

Sam pushes his car to its limit. “I should be the one telling her so. I don’t think she will trust Steve any longer…”

“I don’t care about your shit, agent whatever your name is! I want to call my best friend!” Wanda throws a vase at Clint, glaring at him as he tried to take her phone. “Give me my phone or I swear I’ll not cooperate.”

“You can’t call her right now, Ms. Maximoff. I promise in a few hours she’ll call you. I need to make sure Ms. Y/L/N is safe.” Clint tries to calm Wanda but she’s too worried to remain calm.

“She’s in danger! Brock was after me to find her! Do you know what he’ll do to get her and even worse, what he will do if he finds my friend?” Yelling at Clint Wanda pokes one finger into his chest. “She all alone!”

“Ms. Maximoff, Y/N is not alone. She’s safe and sound. I can assure you she’s not in danger at the moment.” Clint tries once again to calm Wanda, but she narrows her eyes before attacking him with her hairbrush.

“That guy is a social worker, you idiot! How can he defend my girl?” 

“He’s one of our best…” Wanda takes a step backward, not believing Steve lied to you. “Steve will protect your friend. According to Sam’s report, he likes her…a lot.”

“Likes her…right.” Silently sitting onto the bed Wanda feels her throat tighten. “I need to be sure she’s safe. Give me five minutes. Please…”

“I’ll give you five minutes. No talking about your whereabouts or Brock. Sam and Steve will pour her in today, okay. Just tell her you are alright and nothing else.” 

“Wanda…Babe…I…” Giggling you take a deep breath. “I did it! He was…and…god. He’s all muscles and musk. When he touches me, my body vibrates and he…he made me cum with his fingers, and tongue and…” Your smile fades as your friend is not her usual bubbly self.

“Wanda? Babe…what’s wrong?” Falling to your knees you cover your mouth with one hand to make sure Steve can’t hear you. “Are you…are you sure, Wanda? Is there no doubt?”

Tears slip down your cheeks and you need all your strength to not grab his shotgun and shoot him. “He said Steve is one of their best. That he’ll protect me until Sam comes here?”

Your hands shake while your heart clenches in your chest. 

“How could you have sex with me? How could he use me to get hold of Brock? I was right…all cops are monsters. Hold on, Wanda. I’ll come and get you. We will get out of this and then, I’ll never have to think about Steve Rogers ever again…”

“Y/N? Doll, are you ready for breakfast?” Opening the door to the bedroom Steve gasps as you ram the handle of his shotgun into Steve’s face.

“I am not your doll you piece of shit!” Spitting into Steve’s face as he tries to get back up you try to hold back the sobs. “I knew all cops are bastards, monsters. I thought I can trust you…” 

“Doll! Wait, I can explain.” Unlocking the shotgun, you aim it toward Steve’s head. 

“You can explain shit, Steve. You fucked me! You used me to get hold of my brother and now you tell me you can explain the situation.” Tears run down your face freely as you step away from Steve.

“I lied, that’s true but I love you, Y/N. Please believe me that…” The handle of the gun hits Steve’s face again and he loses consciousness. 

“You are not better than Brock. He would’ve forced me and you…you used false words and tricked me to get me into your bed. Disgusting bastard…”

When Steve wakes he’s handcuffed to the heater. His head is pounding but the worst is, you are gone. Most of your belongings are still in the bedroom but your jacket, purse, and one duffle bag are gone.

“Steve? Steve where the heck…” Stopping in his tracks Bucky looks at Steve with wide eyes. “What happened?”

“She found out…” Steve’s eyes fill with tears as he looks at Sam. “She’s gone, Sam. We need to find her. You need to find her…please…”

“I am on it. Let me call Natasha and Scott. They are on their way to join us. Leave this to us, Steve. You should call Wanda and ask her if there’s a place Y/N would go to.”

“I can’t lose her, Sam. Please.” Steve’s voice trembles as he takes the phone out of Sam’s hands. “I love her…”

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[holylulusworld]

The line he crossed

Summary: To get hold of Brock Rumlow, his nemesis Steve Rogers is not holding back. He will cross lines if he has to, even if this means to use Brock’s sister to take him down.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Brock Rumlow x Sister!Reader

Characters: Nick Fury, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, mentions of Pietro Maximoff/Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Jack Rollins

Warnings: angst, undercover work, investigations, shy reader, mentions of kidnapping, fake identities, virgin reader, light smut, protected sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, making out, a hint of dirty talk, comforting, fluff

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“Boss, we are sorry, but we can’t find your sister. She suddenly disappeared. No one at the hospital knows where she’s gone. She only called to tell them that there was an emergency and she needs a few days off.” Brock’s features darken before his fist meets Rollin's face.

“I told you to bring me my sister, not bad news. She’s with that bastard, fucking his dick and you stand here and whine about not being able to do your fucking job!” Furious Brock aims a gun at Jack’s head. “You have till tomorrow to find out where that asshole is keeping my sister!”

“Boss, we can’t find your sister but one of our rats told us he saw Wanda Maximoff. Shall we get her? You could use her to get hold of Y/N. She’s like a sister to your sister.” Jack spits blood onto the floor, smirking at Brock. “I like me a little kidnapping in the morning boss.”

“Get her but do not hurt that chick. We need her unharmed. When I got Y/N, you can have fun with that Maximoff bitch.” Jack smirk’s , knowing Brock would do anything to get hold of you.

“I am on it, boss. One of my best men keeps an eye on that little redhead. I bet she knows where Y/N is hiding or at least can reach her. I will bring you your sister in no time…”

“What’s next?” Sighing Fury rubs his forehead nervously. “Wilson?”

“We got a problem, boss. According to my ‘ATF-friend’, one of Brock’s men observed Wanda Maximoff. I am afraid we’ve got no other choice than getting hold of Y/N’s friend before it’s too late.”

“Problems without an end.” Bucky sighs as he looks at the latest report from Natasha. “Pietro won’t cooperate until Wanda is safe with them. Sam is right – we need Maximoff’s sister like yesterday.” 

“It’s not about the case, Bucky. This is about keeping an innocent girl safe. I don’t want to know what Brock has planned for Wanda or Y/N.” Looking at Fury for confirmation Sam gets his phone out. “Can I tell Scott that get her?”

“Get her. We can’t risk she falls into Brock’s hands.” Looking at the message from one of his undercover agents Fury’s features darken. “We’ve got a fucking problem…”

“Another one? Great day for problems…” Bucky snickers. “What’s wrong?”

“Brock is sticking his nose into Steve’s file and I am afraid, he’s close to finding out Steve Winter does not exist. Call Steve, he needs to tell Y/N the truth.” While Bucky hesitates Sam dials Scott’s number.

“Get her, Lang. We can’t wait any longer.” Nodding Bucky leaves the room to dial Steve’s number. “Good, thanks, Scott. Clint will come to provide back-up.”

“Is Maximoff save?” 

“Scott got her half an hour ago, boss. It was a close call, one of Brock’s rats is dead, another will not make it to the hospital, but the girl is unharmed.” Falling onto a chair Sam rubs his sweaty hands over his pants. “She’s pissed, scared and wants to talk to Y/N.”

“Not yet, Sam. Steve needs to talk to Y/N first. If we confront the poor girl with too many cops, she’ll have a break-down or crap.” Fury’s jaw clenches when Bucky enters the room, an unreadable expression on his face.

“I can’t reach Steve. He does not answer my calls. I end up on his mailbox.” Sam jumps up, nodding at Bucky before they run out of the room.

“Make sure they are safe. No hasty decisions. Call Natasha and Bruce for back-up, not one else. Right now, we can only trust the inner circle…”

Steve’s lips are soft against yours. His hands run up and down your back as he tries to break the kiss, but you make it impossible for him to think straight.

Not with your soft body on top of him, or the way you cradle his face.

“Doll, I need…I need to tell you something. I…” Your lips are on Steve’s again. This time you roll your hips to feel his bulge pressed against your clothed core.

“I don’t want to talk or get to know secrets right now. All I want is you…” Your lips press against his throat and Steve forgets about everything else when you rub yourself against him.

“Y/N, maybe we shouldn’t do this now. We should…god…” Pressing your body hard down Steve’s you give him a wink before you open your blouse.

His eyes watch you slide the fabric down your shoulders, and he can’t resist - he must touch your skin. 

Steve runs his hands over your stomach, up to your chest to cup your breasts. A moan escapes your lips when he pinches your nipples.

“You look so beautiful on top of me, Y/N.” Steve let you take control, just watches you slide the straps of your nude bra down your shoulders.

For a moment you hesitate, bite your lower lip and he sits up to cover your hands with his. 

“We can stop, Baby Girl. Let’s just…” Not wanting to stop you rock your hips and Steve’s eyes darken.

One hand cups the back of your neck to press your lips to his while the other unclasp your bra.

“I don’t want to stop, Steve…” Mumbling the words against his lips you slide your fingers through his hair, not missing he dips one hand between your bodies to unbutton your shorts.

“We barely know each other, doll. I…I am no good for you…” Lips crushing against Steve’s you silence his protests. The last days you replayed what happened with Brock in your head and decided you will take control over your life.

“I want you to be my first, Steve. I don’t have control over what will happen with Brock, my job or anything else but this is my decision.”

“You don’t understand Mr. ATF. Y/N is my friend, my sister and I told her to fuck that guy! He’s a freaking cop and Y/N will hate me if she finds out!” Wanda pokes her finger into Scott's chest, glaring at the ATF agent with angry eyes.

“Lady, all I can tell you is that your friend is safe with my colleague. I know you have no reason to trust me or anyone else but that guy, the one who tried to grab you works for Brock Rumlow.” Wanda gasps at Scott’s words. Her heart starts racing and she can feel a cold shiver run down her spine.

“He is a sick bastard. We need to warn Y/N. Brock will not stop until he gets hold of my friend.”

“Steve takes care of your friend, promised.” Clint gives Scott a firm nod before he leads Wanda out of the building. “Two of my colleagues will join our team and bring you to your family. All you have to do for now is to stay safe to make sure Rumlow can’t use you to blackmail your friend.”

“I’ll do anything to protect Y/N. She’s like a sister to me…”

He shoves his hand into your shorts, dipping his fingers into your wetness and you grind against him.

There’s no holding back when you whimper his name. Steve’s finger deftly stroke your clit, rolling it between his finger and you suck in a breath at the look on his face.

“So beautiful for me…” He kisses you like a man starving while his hand works your heated flesh.

You thrust your hips forward and let him rub you slowly as his free hand moves to your chest, flicks your hardened nipple.

“Just like that, doll.” His voice drips of lust and you are sure, Steve will eat you alive when he flips you onto your back to drag your shorts and panties down.

He works his way between your legs, just looks up at you for a moment before he nuzzles your mound.

“Oh—god, Stevie.” Your hands fly to his head to press his face into your sex. “Do you…oh…my…”

You will not tell her so, but Wanda was right. Riding Steve’s beard could be fun. 

While you try to not make too many noises Steve’s suckles at your clit. There’s something in his blue eyes when he looks up at you. 

Guilt? Fear? You can’t put a finger on it, not with the way he slides two fingers into you to catch your g-spot. “Just relax, Y/N. I’ve got you, doll. There is no need to be scared.”

You press your thighs together cage Steve’s head, but he doesn’t care. Determined to open you up he slides his fingers in and out of you, scissoring his digits repeatedly.

“Steve…feels…good…” Back arching you watch Steve wrap his lips around your clit to suck harshly the moment you feel your walls contort around his fingers. 

“You still sure? We can stop and just watch a movie or something.” Your eyes roam Steve for a moment. His chin glistened with your juices, his lips are pink and swollen but the most erotic thing is his eyes focused on you.

“Steve, don’t make me beg you.” Waving your index finger, you try to look sexy for the man between your legs. “I…I am nervous and if you reject me…”

“Gosh, doll! I want nothing more than to feel you around me. Make you cum on my cock and hear your hoarse voice call my name…” Now your eyes round and you giggle at Steve’s words.

“You are a dirty talker Stevie…”

“No…not really. I mean…I want you, Y/N.”

Steve leaves the bed to strip his clothes off. While he tries to get out of his pants your eyes are glued to his torso. 

His muscles flex with every movement and you bite your index finger as he slides his boxers down.

A gasp escapes your lips watching his cock bob when he fishes a condom out of his wallet.

“Always prepared…” Whispering the word you nervously gulp as Steve rolls the condom over his erection. You’ve seen men in porn but Steve beats them for sure. “You’re…big…”

“I will not hurt you, doll.” Humming you watch Steve pry your legs apart with his hands, settling between them. 

You let your body fall back onto the pillow, just watch him drape his body over yours. Steve carefully lines up with your entrance, ignores his ringing phone in the living room, as he starts to inch his way into your slick channel.

“Steve…” Sliding your hands over his chest you glance down your body to watch him slowly disappear inside of you until shaky gasps leave your lips. He’s panting on top of you, mutters your name as one rough hand hooks your leg over his waist.

“You’re so tight, Baby Girl. Just relax…” His lips move against yours to distract you from the way he tilts his hips to bottom out. “God…”

“I am so full of you…” Hiding your face in his neck you giggle as you can feel his cock twitch. “Feels odd, Stevie.”

“Am I hurting you? Shall I pull out.” Worriedly looking at your face Steve smiles as you slide your fingers over his bearded chin. “No, Steve. I just never felt someone inside of me. But I am glad it’s you, Baby…” You wrap your leg around his waist as Wanda told you to do so.

While you try to remember everything, she tried to teach you Steve’s lips press against yours and his body starts to move on top of yours.

Slowly Steve slides out then pushes back in, pulls out then pushes in, finding a rhythm taking your breath away. One hand grips your left thigh, as the other creeps behind your head to bring you closer to his lips.

You try to meet his thrusts to not just lie there to take the pleasure he brings.

You moan against his lips, slide your hands over his arms to grip his shoulders tightly. Then you raise your hips, finding a pace matching Steve’s to let his noises grow louder. His eyes widen when you start cursing his name.

 “Are you close?” Steve’s words are barely a whisper as he’s busy to moan your name against your lips. “Baby?”

“I…I am not sure, but it feels good, Stevie.” You are close, but don’t want to admit it as this feels too good. “I…”

“I’ve got you, doll. Just give me one more, Y/N. I want to feel it…you…” Your arms wrap tightly around his neck and you crush your lips onto Steve’s.

Your walls grip Steve tightly, cause him to break the kiss. A cry leaves your lips and you press your head against Steve’s forehead, laughing as your high let your lips quiver.

“That was…” Humming Steve gives you shallow thrusts, rides your high out before his hips stutter and you feel something warm hit the condom. “Perfect…”

“You were perfect, Sweetheart. I mean…how do you feel? Does anything hurt?” Steve peppers soft kisses to your forehead, concerned he hurt you.

“I feel great, Stevie. Exhausted. Sore. But great…”

“Why did you call me?” Whispering Steve watches you sleep peacefully on his bed. You are wearing one of his shirts and his heart swells every time you whimper his name in your sleep. 

“Punk, we’ve got a freaking problem! I tried to tell you that Brock was after Wanda Maximoff. We had to bring her to a safe house which means Y/N will not be able to reach her friend.” Bucky explains the situation while Sam tightens the grip on the steering wheel.

“Sam and I are on our way to you. We have to make a stop to check on Pietro and if he can tell us more but be prepared, we have to tell your girl we are cops.” Steve’s throat tightens at the thought he must reveal his true identity soon after you gave yourself to him.

“Buck, she will hate me…I…I can’t…” 

“You know that Brock digs deep to find anything against you. He could already know you are a cop!”

“I can’t tell her I am a cop. Bucky, I will lose her…” 

“What did you do Stevie?” Bucky’s eyes meet Sam’s as Steve reveals what happened not three hours ago. “Fuck…Steve…”

“What? Did something happen?” Shaking his head Bucky sighs. “Bucky? What’s wrong?”

“Steve slept with Y/N and she was…innocent. I am afraid that punk is in love with her and refuses to tell her about his job…”

“We’ve got no choice, Bucky. If Steve doesn’t tell her…I’ll do so…”

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[holylulusworld]

The date

Summary: To get hold of Brock Rumlow, his nemesis Steve Rogers is not holding back. He will cross lines if he has to, even if this means to use Brock’s sister to take him down.

Pairing: Cop!Steve Rogers x Reader, Brock Rumlow x Sister!Reader, Sam Wilson, Nick Fury, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, mentions of Bucky Barnes

Warnings: angst, undercover work, investigations, shy reader, flirting, lies, mentions of abandonment, mentions of drug abuse, angry Sam

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“What shall I wear?” Standing in front of your drawer you don’t know which outfit you shall choose to go out with an attractive man like Steve. “I am bad at dating, Wanda…” Whining you look over your shoulder.

“Your clothes are a nightmare for any fashionista, but I’ll find something for sure.” Getting up, Wanda pats the head of kitty before she stands in front of your clothes, clueless.

“Wanda?”

“Shit, Y/N. Only shirts, jeans and sneakers are in there. Do you have a skirt or top?” Rummaging in your drawer your friend curses, not able to find anything wearable for a, as she would call it, hot date.

“I want to have a coffee, not seduce Steve, okay. I don’t think he’s that into me…” Rubbing your arm nervously you look at the only dress you own. “How about the blue dress? It’s new…”

“It’s old-fashioned, I mean old…” Wanda mutters but you like the dress. You found it at the flea market, it’s from the ’40s, hugs your curves and reminds you of the pictures of your grand-grand-mother.

“I like it! This is the nicest piece of clothing I own…” Getting the dress out you look into the mirror. “I like blue too…”

“Fine, it looks good on you, Babe. Let me find the matching make-up and maybe heels…” Now Wanda opens her huge duffle bag to get make-up, heels, and everything she will need out.

“Why do you have three pairs of heels and stuff in your bag?” Laughing you watch Wanda’s features darken.

“You never know when your best friend calls for an emergency. Now have a shower and I’ll iron the dress and prepare everything else. You will rock this date for sure…”

Nervous, no beyond nervous you look in the mirror. The woman looking back doesn’t look like you. The dress hugs your curves, the heels let your legs look way longer and you like it, but the make-up is not your style.

“I’ll wear the heels and I like how you curled my hair but…” Grabbing a tissue you remove the red lipstick. “Less make-up, Wanda, this isn’t me. I shouldn’t look like I want to get laid or anything…”

“Gosh…doll…” Smirking Wanda uses the nickname Steve used. “I bet you dreamed of getting laid but Steve the whole three days.”

“No…” Flustered you glance at the woman in the mirror once again. “Less make-up, but I like the rest, Wanda…thank you.”

“Anytime, Babe. Now let me fix your make-up and hand you some condoms.” Giving Wanda a bitch face, you shake your head. “Come on, just do it with Mr. Hottie. He called you doll…”

“I don’t even know him, Wanda. I can’t just jump his bones or something. You know I am not like that.” Whining you glance at the condoms in Wanda’s hands before she stuffs them into your purse.

“I know, holy Y/N. Now shut your cute mouth and listen to me.” Taking your hand in her hands Wanda takes a deep breath. “Sometimes you meet a guy and you just know you want him to rail you into the mattress. Better safe than sorry.”

“WANDA!” Removing the condoms, you toss them at your friend. “I won’t have sex with him after knowing that guy for five minutes!”

“But…” Giving you a wink Wanda puts a condom back into your purse. “He saved your and kitty’s life, Babe. Who could ever compare with a hero saving your cute ass?”

“He saved me…” Feeling the heat creeping into your cheeks you giggle. “His hands were so strong, and he smelled so good. Manly…no musky or something. I wanted to sniff at him but this would’ve been weird, I guess….”

“Holy…you got it bad, Babe.” Smirking Wanda pats your cheek. “I bet he will pop your cherry soon enough.”

“WANDA MAXIMOFF!” Enouncing every letter, you point a finger at your friend.

“Just saying…”

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“Steve, you can’t be serious! You want to go out with that poor girl and then what? Torture her between drinking coffee and giving her puppy dog eyes?” Sam is furiously gesturing with his hands. “I will call him, I swear.”

“You will not bug him right now! He still needs time to recover, Sam. This is the best way to get close to Brock Rumlow! If I pretend to like his sister, he might invite me to the inner circle or, she will give me information about her brother.”

Sam inhales sharply, not wanting to imagine what Steve has planned or which line he will cross to get what he wants.

“Steve, Director. Did you have a look at her file? Did you know she got shot shortly after Rumlow Sen. kicked her out?” Pointing at the picture in the folder Sam glares at Steve.

“Steve, you are my friend, my partner but I will not stand at the sideline and cheer for you while you abuse this girl. She went to enough shit in her young life!”

“This could all be a cover, Sam. Maybe Rumlow’s father wanted a doctor to take care of his men. She leaves the family, studies freely and comes back anytime he needs her to fix a wound.” Steve tries to reason with Sam, but his friend won’t have it.

“If you believe this sweet girl has anything to do with the mob, you are a lousy cop for sure. Steve you are blinded by rage and guilt. I know it should’ve been you going undercover and bring Rumlow down. Bucky jumped in as you were with Peggy at that time.”

Sam closes the files, shoving it toward his friend. “Before you hurt that girl and cross a line, you should have a close look at her file and the life she’s living.”

Tapping his fingers onto the folder Sam sighs. “Until you tell me that you won’t use her, I am out of this. I’ll take a few days off. I can’t believe you want to use her to get Rumlow. She means nothing to that bastard, you know that.”

Grabbing the door handle Sam looks over his shoulder, giving Steve a cracked smile.

“You desperately try to fix what happened to Bucky, but that’s impossible. All we can do is doing our job but not the way you want to do it. For me the bad guys are bad, the good guys are good. Sometimes we have shades of grey, but you, my friend will turn darker than black if you act like Rumlow…” The door slams shut behind Sam and for the first time, Steve doubts his plan.

“You should meet up with the girl, try to poke her a bit. Maybe she will tell you something useful, maybe not.” Fury glances at the information Sam gathered. “Wilson may be right, Steve. Keep it low. If she has no contact, leave her alone.”

“It’s only a coffee, Nick. I saved her life and she wanted to thank me.” Rubbing his bearded chin Steve remembers the way you felt against him. He can still smell your shampoo and his mind wanders to your hands on his chest. “I will not marry her to bring Rumlow down.”

“Good, that’s good.” Fury doesn’t like the way Steve stars at a picture of you. “We don’t need anyone suing us for seducing an innocent girl.”

“You look amazing, doll.” Steve can’t take his eyes off you. Wearing a dress looking straight as if you jumped out of a 40’s advertisement, matching heels and your hair in curls you look like you put a lot of effort into impressing him.

“I don’t know…” You are not as self-confident as the women Steve usually goes for. Flustered you tug at the seem of your dress, doubting your appearance.

“Wanda insisted I have to wear a dress on a date. I…I think I am overdressed…Sorry…”

“Never apologize for looking beautiful, Y/N. I mean…” Licking his lips Steve rakes his eyes over your body, admiring the swell of your breasts and the tiny scar at your left knee.

“I am bad at stuff like that. I only have one dress…” Shrugging you smile as Steve pulls the chair for you. “Thank you…”

“My pleasure…” Steve slowly doubts he can stay professional. He needs to remind himself this is an investigation, not a date with a pretty girl. “What do you want to drink?”

“Is tea okay? I am not into coffee that much…” Giggling you can see the look your savior gives you. “I didn’t want to tell you when you asked me for coffee…”

“Noted, doll. You don’t like coffee, but you like tea and cats…” Smirking Steve leans closer, brushing his fingertips over your hand on the table. “Anything else I need to know, Y/N?”

“Uh—I don’t know…” Wrinkling your forehead you don’t know if you can tell Steve you only have Wanda in your life. “I am a loner, I guess…” Rubbing your hand over your dress you try to calm your racing heart.

 Steve looks at you with those ocean blue eyes and you are sure Wanda was right. You will fall for him for sure …

“Loner? Such a lovely young lady?” Steve squeezes your hand and your breath hitches in your throat. “What about good friends…?”

“I only have Wanda. Her mom and mine were friends when we were little. After my mom died, I had no one left and Wanda’s mom, she offered me shelter.” Ashamed you dare not to meet Steve’s eyes. “I was grateful, but it was cramped for sure.”

“I see…I am sorry for your loss.” Nodding you give Steve a cracked smile. “My mom, she…gosh…” Rubbing your forehead nervously you glance at Steve.

“You can tell me anything, doll. I work as a social worker.” Steve starts lying to you the moment you opened up to him. He knows that you will tell him anything if you trust him enough.

“She loved me, but she loved drugs more…” Blurring out the truth you believe Steve will run for the hills now, instead, he takes your hand to kiss your knuckles softly.

“I tried to help her but my stepfather…he’s not a good man.” Sniffling you swallow hard. “Here I am babbling about my life.”

“That’s quite alright, Y/N. I like to listen to you. Maybe you want to tell me more, one day.” Steve waves at the waiter, knowing he shouldn’t push you right now. “Don’t hold back, Sweetie…”

“You are nice, Steve but I don’t want to bore you with my stories. How about you tell me something about you?” Blinking a few times Steve looks at your lips, licking his own before the spell gets broken by the waiter taking your orders.

“I am a simple boy from Brooklyn. Honestly, I hate that I had to leave it for work.” Nodding you lean closer, listening to Steve’s words. “Where are you originally from?”

“You will laugh…” Giggling you look around the café. “I would never laugh about you, Y/N.” Covering your hand Steve searches your face as you lean closer.

“Minnesota. A sleepy town called Biwabik.” Steve’s brows furrow. According to your file, you are born and raised in New York.

“Interesting.” Rubbing circles into your skin Steve searches your face for any kind of lie. “How was life in Biwabik?”

“I can’t remember, Steve. I was like three when mom moved to New York, dreaming of a career at the Broadway…and shit…” Covering your mouth with your hand you mumble an apology. “Sorry, I tend to curse while remembering my mom and our life…”

“Broadway…huh? She was an actress or a singer?” You picked Steve’s interest and he pushes your buttons to get more information. Anything he can use against Brock or find out more about you.

“Nah, she wanted to become a costume designer. She had talent, tho…” Watching the waiter place your orders you thank him before you clear your throat. “But before she had the chance, she caught the wrong man’s attention and…”

“Your stepfather?”

“I think that’s enough about past dreams and my mom’s life. How about I tell you about kitty?” Chuckling Steve hides he’s impatient to get to know more about what happened to your mother and your connection to the Rumlow’s but again…he needs to slow down.

“Right! How is the little furball?”

“I adopted her, Steve. She eats for two and …” Squealing you give Steve a wink. “I’ll be a mom soon…”

Steve chokes on his coffee, and his eyes immediately land on your stomach. His hopes shattered he takes his hand off yours. “You’re going to be a mom soon…”

“Yeah! According to the veterinarian, kitty is pregnant. I’ll have more than one kitten soon…” Smiling you take a bite of your cake and Steve nods, hiding the relive washing over him.

“Kitten…that’s great, Y/N. I am more a dog guy, but cats are cute.” Now you narrow your eyes, glaring at Steve.

“I think, we shouldn’t see each other again.” The words floating out of your mouth make Steve’s heart drop. For a moment he forgot this is all fake.

“If you can’t admit you love my kitty, you are not the right guy for me…oh…crap…” Hiding your face in your hands you curse yourself.

“Hmm…I like kitty, Y/N. Maybe I can visit her next time?” Next time, Steve said next time and your heart starts to flutter. “We could have dinner at this nice Italian restaurant I know in Brooklyn.”

Steve offered you his jacket as he walks you home. One arm slung around your shoulders he debates to see you again or just check if Sam was right about you.

But investigating your past with your help will be way easier…right? Lost in his thoughts he barely recognized you stopped in front of your apartment complex. Your look up at him, innocently and he can’t help himself.

Before his mind can stop him, he cups your cheek and presses his lips to yours. It’s the perfect kiss to you and you melt against Steve.

“Doll…I had fun. I’d like to see you again…”

“I’d like that too, Steve…” Shrugging his jacket of you smile one last time at him before you unlock the door. Like a gentleman Steve watches you close the door.

He can’t see you press your back against the door, sighing. You feel like you are walking on air and know for sure. You are falling hard for Steve and you don’t even know his surname…

Steve waits for a while, sending Fury a message while two pairs of eyes watch him slowly turn to enter his car.

“I want to know everything about that guy, like yesterday.” Brock clenches his jaw, slams his hands onto the steering wheel as he must watch Steve drive away while you look out of the window, smiling.

“We won’t get her back if she has a relationship and friends she can rely on.”

“All I can say is that she met him after work and that he saved her life. According to my sister, she’s head over heels for him, boss. Maybe it’s better this way…”

Gun pointed to his head Pietro falls silent. “I’ll try to find out more, boss but Wanda doesn’t know I work for you, she can never know…”

“We have a deal. Fulfill your part and I’ll keep my word…”

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