Summary: You’re real sick of the fucking Avengers and their lackadaisical approach to highway safety.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, semi public sex, slightly subby Bucky), Bucky’s a bit of an asshole and then grumpy with no good justification, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!
A/N: This is my second entry for @syntheticavenger ‘s How it Started/How it’s Going 5k challenge, and my prompt was “Bucky Barnes and giving him a speeding ticket”. These are all giving me sassy reader vibes, so prepare yourselves for another frustrated super soldier!
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How it Started:
You leaned back on your bike as you chatted idly over the radio with Ida in dispatch, looking for something to break up the monotony of getting stuck on speed trap duty.
“Any plans for the weekend, sweetie?” Being the only two women on your podunk little police force in upstate New York meant you had almost not choice but to grow close, even if the woman was almost 20 years your senior.
“Nothing. Maybe I’ll head to the Kettle in town for some drinks, but probably just end up reading the Hobbit again.” You shrugged at your lack of a social life. “You seeing the grandkids again?”
“Yeah, they’re taking the train up from the city…”
You didn’t hear the rest of what she was saying when a motorcycle suddenly roared past you at a breakneck speed, causing you to jolt up with a curse and turn on your siren.
“Shit! Ida, I’ve got some asshole with a deathwish I gotta deal with.”
“Ok! Be safe!”
You peeled out to pursue the speedster, frowning to yourself as you waited for them to slow down for you. When you had moved to this town you had been hoping to get away from reckless idiocy.
The bike slowed down and moved to the side of the road, and you sighed when you spotted the couple that was straddling the bike. You did not feel like dealing with some horny moron who was trying to impress a girl to get in her pants.
“Do you know how fast you were going?”
He pulled his helmet off and you groaned.
The other reason you had left the city was you were sick of dealing with all the extra paperwork that came with being in the same city as most of the Avengers. Of course, the town you moved to had to be the same one their new compound was being built in, because you were the unluckiest bitch on the planet.
And here you were, staring at super soldier Bucky Barnes grinning at you like an idiot while you were about to write him a ticket. You hated your life.
“Oh, lady cop.” Nope, you were already over this. “Hey there doll. Sorry, was I going a little fast?”
You frowned at the cocky grin he was giving you, turning your disapproving stare to the woman on the back of the bike, who you recognized as one of the bartenders from the Kettle, the only bar in your crappy small town. This shit was so not what you wanted to deal with today.
“License and registration.”
“I mean, do you really need to see my ID, sweetheart?” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and winked at you.
“Yeah, he’s an Avenger, Y/N.” The bartender was giving you a look like she was begging you to not fuck this up for her, even though this douchebag was flirting with you right in front of her.
“And that’s super impressive Sandy. But I’m gonna need to see a license.”
“Babe, gimme a little leeway here.” He was giving you this puppy dog look that probably worked for him most of the time, but just made you roll your eyes at him. “I left my wallet back at the compound. You can stop by tomorrow and I’ll show you whatever you want to see.”
Jesus, was this dick asking you on a date while his current date was sitting right behind him? You pulled off your sunglasses and gave him an unnerving smile as you reached for your shoulder radio.
“Hey Ida? I’m gonna need a tow truck.”
The way that cocky grin immediately disappeared was all the validation you needed, drinking in his scorn like water as you leaned back on your heels and wrote his ticket while he got off the bike and strode towards you in a fury.
“What the fuck? You’re towing my bike?” He had completely forgotten about Shari or Sam or whatever the fuck her name was as he tried to keep from screaming at you. “Honey, I was just speeding.”
“Without a license, apparently.” You ignored his incredulous scoff and handed him the ticket. “And it’s officer Y/L/N. Now, do you need a ride back to town, or can Iron Man come give you a lift?”
How it’s Going:
“Baby, fuck.” Bucky’s back arched him towards your mouth when you swallowed around him. “God, that feels so good.”
“Calm down, Barnes.” You pulled him out of your mouth so you could scold him, running your fist over his cock and giving him a wicked grin. “I don’t want to explain to impound how the window bars got ripped off, again.”
“Well, maybe quit having us fuck in the back of your cruiser, doll.” He groaned when you suckled at his tip again, before taking him fully in your mouth and starting to fuck your face on his dick. “Shit!”
He never thought he would have ended up here, with you. He’d never been more pissed than when Steve and Sam had to drive him down to the precinct the day after you took his bike, those two assholes giving him a constant stream of grief for thinking with his dick and finally having it blow up in his face.
What made it even worse was when you were hanging out at the impound desk, looking all kinds of hot in your fucking uniform and boots while you chatted with the officer who was working. Then Steve and Sam managed to figure out who you were, and started flirting with you like a couple of morons while he had to do paperwork. And you flirted back with them, not like when he tried and you just rolled your eyes at him.
After that he seemed to run into you everywhere. If he went to the park, there you were on patrol. If he went into town for a coffee, you were chatting up the barista he’d slept with a few months ago. Even running to the grocery store, he had to watch you take a report from the owner about some teenage shoplifter.
He finally got pushed over the edge when the team went to the Kettle for some bonding one night and he spotted some pretty thing in a teasing red dress, but when he went to flirt with her and ask her for a dance, it was you! You still danced with him though, rolling your eyes in the way you did every time he talked to you before pressing the front of your body to his and swaying to the music.
He wasn’t entirely sure what happened, but the next thing he knew he was eating you out from the back in a bathroom stall while you made some truly breathtaking noises. And when he buried his cock in that tight little pussy? He knew he was done for.
You knew his reputation, almost every single girl in your small town had fallen victim to his philandering, and you were fine with a one night stand to get him out of your system. But then he showed up the next day at the precinct with flowers and as much as you wanted to put him off, he was acting all sweet and sheepish and damn if that didn’t warm your heart just the tiniest bit. Plus, you’d been running into each other everywhere anyway so you might as well do it on purpose a few times.
So now the two of you were basically fucking every opportunity you had. You may have been able to put him off, but the man was surprisingly sweet and thoughtful on your dates and it just made you want to put out. It was a good thing you didn’t care about what other people thought of you, because pretty much every other woman in town gave you the murder glare whenever you two were out together. Even if you had cared, the man gave it to you so good that it wouldn’t have mattered either way.
Back to the present, the man was wrapping his hands in your hair and thrusting into your throat desperately before shooting his cum into your mouth with a low moan. You swallowed everything he gave you before releasing him with a wet pop, grinning as you crawled up his body and nuzzled into his neck while he panted underneath you.
“What d’ya think, Sarge?” You purred as you started mouthing at his throat, winding your limbs through his and grinning. “Ready for round two?”
“Just, gimme a minute.” He ran his metal hand over his face as he worked to reset, the way your tongue flicked over the curve of his jaw doing a lot to help him get hard again. “Alright, officer, pull up your skirt.”
You tossed back your head and laughed, the melodious sound of your mirth making his chest ache as you sat up over him and moved to straddle his lap. His hands skimmed over your thighs before curling around your hips as he gazed up at you, his breath leaving him in a deep sigh when you sank down on him.
Bucky groaned when you started to ride him, the feel of your warm, wet pussy throbbing around him making him crazy. He rolled his hips to meet yours, winding his arms around your waist so he could meet your lips with his as he sat up. Your hands wound through his hair while you writhed against him, tugging at his lips with yours until his chest rumbled with a deep growl.
His cock hit you deep and you gasped, your thighs squeezing his hips as he started driving up into you even harder. Bucky drank each of your soft wanton sounds like oxygen, those beautiful mewls like a balm that made him feel all warm in his chest.
“Fuck, Bucky, right there.” Your whole body was starting to tighten around him, a warm coil of pleasure gathering in your core as he started grinding against your clit.
“Yeah? C’mon baby.” He flicked his tongue against yours when you gave him a soft whimper. “Wanna feel you soak me.”
“Wow, what a romantic.” You tried to tease him but fuck, he was good at this.
He just grinned at you when he angled his thrusts so he could keep hitting the same spot over and over, biting his lip when your head rolled on your shoulders as you whined for him. One more push at that perfect angle and you were sagging into him with a sob, panting into his neck as you fluttered around him and your release soaked his cock so he could fuck into you even harder. It barely took anything before he was filling you up with a soft murmur of your name, his hands smoothing over your spine while the two of you came down and he considered how exactly to say what he wanted to you.
“Hey, Y/N?” He pressed his lips to your hair once his breathing had regulated.
“Yeah?”
“You… um… you wanna take the bikes up to the Catskills next weekend?” Goddamn it, what a coward.
You snorted at his question, sitting up so you could look him in the eyes.
“Fine. But bring your license this time.” You gave him a quick peck on the lips and he smiled. “And I love you too, you idiot.”
A/N: Alright! This is for the homie’s @syntheticavenger 5k challenge How It Stared How It’s Going. My prompt was Ari and his neighbor and blowing a breaker in the apartment building. Idk if I was allowed to make him rocker but I did 🙃 shoutout @nix-akimbo for this beautiful edit of my favorite boo 😛😛 I feel like smut went on longer than I intended but ah well lol
Oh my god it’s two a.m. There’s absolutely no reason why there should be a guitar wailing at two a.m. You’d go bang on his door but it’s pointless; he never hears your complaints because his damn amp is always up too damn loud. Why at two a.m.?
You’ve never had such an annoying neighbor until Ari moved next door. Some wanna be Jimmy Page playboy, just the sight of him made the white of your eyes show. Yeah sure, he’s fine as hell but the facade, the parade of women he would escort back and forth like a fuckin parade irritated the shit out of you. So you tried to give Ari little to zero attention. Just another jackass who lived next door.
Tossing on your robe and stepping into your fuzzy moccasin house shoes, you begin your trek down to the basement to shut up all his noise.
Smiling to himself, Ari knows it’s coming but it doesn’t stop him from blaring riffs and long licks, orchestrating your march down the winding stairs. His band wasn’t even that good so for him to be playing like this, so late, was so stupid. As your feet shuffle over the steps, you grumble complaints to yourself. No one else in the building bothered the “pretty boy rockstar,” they were too blinded by his looks and charm. This man could literally get away with anything. Another reason you couldn’t stand the man. And since they were in love with him, you looked like the asshole when you made a fuss. So you just took matters into your own hands.
Reaching the breaker box of the building you unlatch the door with an evil smirk, looking for his apartment number.
“Lights out Ari.” You snicker to yourself as you flip the switch, leaving him in the dark holding his Strat with a tired sigh. He was really about to get into a sick solo.
“Gah I can’t fuckin stand her.” Ari mutters into the silence. Suddenly he hears your quick steps up the stairs, trying not to get caught by him in passing. Swinging the strap off him, he charges for the front door, throwing it open just as you slam yours closed with a shout. Ari’s growling, gripping his doorframe.
“UGH! YN!” You laugh, out of breath, back against the door. “I don’t have time for your bullshit!” Ari bangs on your door causing you jump out of your skin.
“It’s 2 am Ari! Go the fuck to sleep!” You shout back, peeking through the peephole to see if he’s still standing there chomping at the bit but you catch a glimpse of him turning to run down the stairs. Good. Maybe one of his conquests is sitting downstairs waiting for him to come get them. But nope, your power cuts out. You growl out to the dark. “Goddammit! Ari!”
Who’s in the basement snickering, awaiting you to finally confront of him about your problem with him. Since the moment he moved in, you treated him like shit. Maybe it’s because he’s so attractive. Maybe it’s because everyone in the building loves him. Jealous much? Ari continues to chuckle, your steps and grunts of frustration nearing the entrance. Running his fingers through his soft feathery hair, he straightens up his face to make sure he looks pissed off, gearing up for your smart ass mouth.
Shoving the door open, you beat an intense glare at him. “God Ari! Move!” Rolling your eyes you push him to the side since he’s blocking the breaker box and flip the switch to your unit.
“Nu uh.” Pushing you back out the way Ari flips the switch off to your unit and flips his back on. “You don’t have the right YN.”
Squaring your shoulders, you face him with the meanest glare you can muster up. “No. Ari. You don’t have the right to be playing your dumbass guitar full blast at 2 am!” Hand on his switch you flip it off, keeping your murderous stare on his very, very attractive face. This is probably the longest you’ve looked him dead in his beautiful blue eyes.
“Tuh.” Ari flips his switch back on chewing down on his cheek. You look all cute pissed off like that. He’d always thought you were cute. “Who died and made you fuckin self righteous queen of the building.”
Your chest swells in anger. Self righteous?! Oh the nerve of this rock god wannabe douchebag! Back and forth you two go, flipping switches off and on, off and on, griping and throwing insults back and forth at each other. Power flickering overhead the more you two fuck with the breaker but you guys are too mad to notice. Ari’s thick chest heaving in front of you, his blue eyes smoldering and narrow but you could swear he’s smirking a little. A wave of his fragrance overwhelming you as you shove his muscular shoulder. Your cheeks warm, and inhale a deep breath. Fuck why does he smell so sweet?
“God, you’re so fuckin infuriating!”
Flip. Flip.
“And you’re a skank!”
Flip. Flicker. Flip.
“Oh you’re just jealous!”
“Ari I wouldn’t fuck you with someone else’s pussy.”
Flip. Flip. Flicker. And then darkness. All over the whole building. You yelp in fright and jump into Ari’s arms. Trying to catch your breath, you flicker your scared gaze up into Ari’s, his crotch so hot against your clenched thighs. His eyes even dazzle in the dark. He’s so strong.
“Um,” you gulp a knot in your throat, “I’m—,”
“You’re okay.” Ari whispers, giving you a squeeze. Damn you feel good in his arms. So pretty, even when you’re being such a bitch. But even more now all soft and precious like this. Your pouty lips so, so close to his. He really, really should. Ari knows you want it, he can hear it in your baited breaths. He better make it quick though, there’s a thunder of steps coming down the stairs.
“Ari.”
“Just shutup for a moment.”
You shut you up for the rest of the night.
Another 2 am wake up call from your no good neighbor. Ari’s wasted after his show, knocking on your door waiting for you to come let him in. You left early because you were “just too tired.” Bullshit. You just wanted to tease him. You like for him to come to you at the end of the night no matter how much you denied it. When you started to come see him play, that’s when he knew he had you. If he wasn’t so much fun to fuck around with, you wouldn’t give him the time of day. If that kiss in the basement wasn’t so damn amazing. Shuffling to the door in your oversized sleep shirt, you roll your eyes at Ari’s persistent knocking. He’s so pushy when he’s drunk and horny. You open the door and there he stands in all his smug rock god glory, hair curtaining his glossy red eye. When he comes in, he starts making out with you with muffled moans.
“Waiting on me, weren’t you?” He asks, pulling away with a coy smile. Your eyes roll on their own.
“Shut the fuck up Ari...”
He sloppily kisses you all over your neck, sucking at your spot that makes you sigh all hard. “How many guys did you pick up in that skirt tonight?”
Closing your eyes you sigh a light laugh. You wore the mini skirt for Ari really...but it did gain others’ attention. God he’s driving you so wild you throb. “Don’t fuckin worry about it and just fuck me already.”
“So fuckin bossy.” Ari snaps with a big smile, jerking you by the hips to your sofa, plopping down into the cushions with you in his lap. Pulling your shirt up to expose your hot pussy.
“Three? Five?” He soothes his hand down over your mound, reaching his fingers for your moistening folds. You moan out when his cool fingertip strokes over your clit. “Come on...tell me...bet they were drooling all over you...” Ari was watching you toy with him from stage. It did nothing but make him rock hard behind his guitar. Recounting your eyes cutting at him from across the bar, he dips two fingers into your weeping pussy.
“Shut—up—ugh fuck.” Your body stretches and angles, straining from losing your shit just from him playing in your soaked walls. This why it goes down. He’s too immaculate in his touch. Ari loves to see it. He pecks your exposed throat as you whine and cry out for him. “Ari...holy—oh my—fuck! Ari!”
He growls in extreme delight against your goosebumped skin, “Mmhmm! Yesss...drip down my fingers hun.”
You love to hear his voice so deep in your ear. You inhale deeply. The son of a bitch is gently circling your g-spot. He has you locked so you can’t get too far. “Good god Ari!”
You’re so close, squeezing at his thick fingers sweetly working you. Moaning and howling your legs start to tremble, your climax building more and more and Ari just chuckles lowly in joy, encouraging you to fall apart.
“C’mon baby, c’mon. Fuckin cum for me like a good girl. God you feel so fuckin good babe...can’t wait to fuckin pound into you. God babe cum for me...”
His low and grumbly words coerce you to lose it, your body quivering in his big strong arms. You can feel his cock pulsating against your backside and it excites you all over again. Your hips move on their own, grinding against the zipper of his jeans with a infatuated sigh. Ari groans a chuckle, loves how needy you are for him.
“Ari...Ari fuck...” you softly whisper, squirming your sensitive body against his beefy muscles. Ari palms your bare ass to still your movements so he can unbuckle his belt and pants.
“I got you babe.” He whispers into your hair, shimmying his pants down to spring his cock free, already pushing at your entrance. “I’m gonna fuck you. That’s why I’m here.”
Finally, his fat head breaks through and he grunts with glee, relieved to feel your warmth all around his dick. God you feel so perfect. He didn’t need or want another but you’re so damn hard headed, you won’t admit it to yourself. Keeping up this you hate Ari charade but when he’s inside of you, you can’t help but praise his name. He knows you’re into him...but it’s fine...he’ll keep up with this little game just to stay close to you. Just to hear you softly moan underneath him. Holding you so close, giving you his all, he can’t wait to fuck into you all night. Sopping wet between the two of you. Damn him for being so fuckin good. Damn him for making you sound like all desperate and fucked out. Fucking you so hard your ass bounces off his hips. That second wave coming on strong you can’t help but shout,
“Oh! Oh Ari! Oh shit!”
And he loses it right with you you sound so damn good screaming and cumming underneath him like this. Howling and crying, convulsing, whimpering oh my god over and over. Your walls throbbing against his throbbing cock still unloading inside you.
Ari hums, stroking your hair, “mmm baby...fuck.” He snuggles into your tired body with a weak smile, kissing at your sweaty nape, “You...you...”
You delicately wrap your arms over his hairy forearms, returning the snuggle. Ari makes you feel so good, so vulnerable, you can’t help but fall for him a little bit. Still a pain in the ass but...your pain in the ass. These late nights aren’t so bad. You already need more.
↪ notes/other: this is for @syntheticavenger‘s 5k writing challenge. congrats!! my prompt was “Natasha Romanoff - maybe yandere. Situation is perhaps she has a crush on the Reader.”
She met you at the club.
More accurately, she met you while you were working at the club; while you were pouring drinks and arguing with servers and customers with equal zest. You were a little spit fire, picking fights with anyone and everyone with the guts to challenge you. You wore the same thing to the bar each time: black skinny jeans, non-slip sneakers, a simple necklace with your first initial, and a shirt donning the bar’s cheesy logo. Certainly it wasn’t the most flattering thing you’d ever worn, but Natasha still thought you were the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen.
Plus, you take absolutely no shit from anyone. You refused to be pushed or bossed around by a single soul – including the older woman who signs your paychecks and the even older man who tip you the most. This is especially true on the night in question, where she watched you threaten to break the fingers of an uppity business school graduate who assumed your smile was an invitation to flirt.
She decided then that she needed to have you all for herself.
Unfortunately, you’re a lot smarter than Bucky and Steve described their targets, and even you getting off shift in the wee hours of the morning couldn’t overcome your brutal survival instincts. Over a few weeks of following you home, you never took the same path twice. You didn’t listen to music when you got off shift, you always carried pepper spray and a noisemaker; not to mention the sharp objects on your keychain, or the self defense classes you took on your days off. Once Natasha stepped on a twig and you immediately moved under a streetlamp and called a friend who came to pick you up and drive you home. She’d known from previous research that you kept your windows locked and your door propped closed with some safety device. You also kept your blinds closed and lights off, a factor that disgruntled her in the beginning.
The difference between then and now, though, is the difference in any good love story: several expertly hidden government-quality spy cams she swiped from Stark’s weaponry stash.
Slightly dissatisfied but without drive to break into your apartment while you’re home, Natasha calls it a night and drives back to her own secret apartment located less than a block away.
It’s the same layout as your place – same leasing company, too, who built several buildings around the city about a decade ago. She’d done her best to decorate it just like you did yours as well; the only differences being where you had pictures of you and friends, Natasha had blank spaces she planned on filling with images of the two of you (and a mid-century end table you picked up from the street that Natasha couldn’t find anywhere no matter how hard she looked, but she’s choosing not to consider that).
Sighing in defeat, Natasha climbs into bed, and reaches under her pillow to grab one of her most prizes possessions.
It’s the large black vibrator she purchased after seeing it on your nightstand, holding it in her hands for a moment and imaging your own wrapped around them, holding it to your own dripping pussy as she holds you in her lap.
She imagines fat pleasure tears staining your cheeks lips trembling and brow furrowed as she held you.
“You’re so pretty,” she’d murmur in your ear as your legs jerk. You’re not tied down, yet, because she loves to feel you under her. She loves you trapped by her, for her and her only. “Such a pretty little girl for me.”
You’d cry out as the dildo – attaching to a thruster – continues to fuck into your sensitive pussy.
“S-so much,” you’d moan out, eyes glassed over and unfocussed.
And Natasha would just smile, and press the vibrator harder to your swollen clit.
And when you’re done – when you’re babbling and exhausted and breathing so hard you’d think you just ran a marathon - she imagines holding you close to her afterwards, cooing and comforting you as you wept and fell into sub drop. She leaves you for just a moment to grab your favorite snack and water, bringing both things to your lips even as they shake.
“I love you,” she’ll murmur as she presses kisses into your temple. “I love you so, so much.”
Natasha comes with a scream, whole body twitching as her heart pounds against her ribs and blood thumps in her ears.
Summary: It's a hot summer day and when you stop for a popsicle and are eating it in front of Steve he can't control his Language anymore. For @syntheticavenger's 5K Follower Challenge
Warnings: Contains Smut! 18+ only minors do not interact! Includes Oral (69), Face Riding, Slight Praise Kink (?), cockwarming if you squint, Steve has a dirty mouth, WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE CAP, Ending you won't see coming (?)
Word Count: 2,734 (I Went Over Jail For Me)
How It Started
It was so hot outside, the blistering sun had been shining for the past few days, and you felt like you were going to melt. You were sitting in the shadow of a tree as Steve ran up, flopping down beside you, rubbing a hand up his face as sweat dripped down his forehead.
"It's too damn hot," he sighed, leaning his head back against the tree and tilted his head sideways to look at you.
"Language, Rogers," you said with a smirk as you looked up at him with soft eyes. "I swear to God I feel like I'm going to melt," you laughed. You pull at your shirt as if trying to fan your body with it, and he turns his head as he watches a bead of sweat run from your neck down into your cleavage. Luckily, you didn't notice. He turns his head back as you smile up at him, his blue eyes studying your face.
"What'cha thinkin' 'bout, Stevie?" You playfully punch his arm with a laugh.
"Nothing," he said and averted his gaze as he stood up. "C'mon, we should head back to the compound," he said, watching as you stretched; he gulped, feeling an erection forming in his mesh shorts. You hum in response and walk behind him, holding your water bottle, not noticing how he had to adjust himself as he reached the car and opened the door for you.
"Can we stop at that one place that makes those popsicles out of juice?" You ask as you reach forward and turn the air conditioner on full blast.
"Whatever you want is fine with me," he says as he pulls onto the road and stops by the place.
"So, do you want one?" You ask, looking over at him as he rests his head against the headrest. He turns his head towards you, tilting his head to study you as he shakes his head no.
"No, I'm good," he says, enjoying the cool air coming from the car's air conditioning. He watches you nod and reaches over for the car handle for you so you can get out of the car.
He leans his head back and watches as you walk in, your shorts leaving nothing to the imagination as he watches your ass move perfectly with each stride you take. He'd been watching you for months, and he was sure you were oblivious to the stares or the way he'd lick his lips watching you.
You definitely didn't know that he'd lay in bed with his hand around his dick, imagining it was your face he was fucking. He had his eyes closed, a groan escaping his lips as he felt his dick twitch at the images in his head. He opened his eyes, hearing the door open again, and looked over at you holding a Red, White, and Blue Popsicle.
"Look, they had one in your colors," you tease. "Do you want the first lick?"
"Umm, no, I'm good," he stammers.
You giggle and hold it up to your lips as you wrap your mouth around it, savoring the cold frozen ice that tasted like cherry, coconut, and blueberry. You moan at the coolness going down your dry throat and open your eyes as a groan escapes Steve's lips.
You can see him now, his eyes locked on your lips. You pull the popsicle from your lips as you can feel your cheeks burning. You look over at him and notice that he has an enormous erection formed in his shorts.
"Steve?"
"Don't stop on my account," he hums, his own cheeks turning a bright red. That you swear was as red as the cherry tip of the popsicle. "But don't argue with me when I get you home and my dick replaces that fucking popsicle," he said, gripping the wheel tightly. "I've wanted to have your mouth around my dick ever since I laid eyes on you. I just know you'll look good between my legs as I fuck that pretty little mouth," he says, and you feel the wetness in your panties begin to leak from your cunt.
If the others could just hear Steve's choice of words.
You honestly didn't think he had it in him.
You lock eyes with him as you bring the popsicle up to your lips. You slowly push it in all the way and suck it, making the sexiest noises you can muster. When you finish, you remove the popsicle stick, and he leans forward, bringing you into his lap, and he kisses you. Taking your lips roughly with his so he can taste the mixture of the artificially flavored popsicle.
"Just wait till we get home gonna fill you up," he says into your mouth. "Hope I don't stretch your pretty little mouth or cunt with my dick too much, Sweets," he hums, and you ache against him as you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as you shove your tongue in. You pull away a few moments later and grind your shorts against his erection. He moans and dips his fingers into your sides before you hop off of him and look at him innocently and bat your lashes as he curses under his breath and pulls out of the parking spot. It's impressive that he didn't get pulled over on the way back to the compound; any cop would have taken one look into the car and noticed just why Captain America was speeding through New York City Traffic. But for once, for once in his life, he could care less about breaking the law.
When you got back to the compound, Steve quickly opened your door and simply pulled you up into his arms. His lips crashed down onto yours in a bruising kiss. You wondered what the others would think if they saw him walking you into the compound with your legs wrapped around his waist.
Luckily, nobody else was at the compound that day, he carried you into his room and roughly pushed your back into the wall by the door, and the two of you quickly undressed each other ad then he tossed you onto his bed, where he finally pulled your panties off and his boxers. After your underwear was removed, everything else seemed to be happening in slow motion. Steve held your body close to his and laid back on the bed. He turned you, so you were facing his dick. He watched in awe as you moved back and descended your cunt onto his mouth. The tip of your clit had emerged from the hood and glistened. You began to grind the soft flesh down against his lips. He around your clit and up inside your wet folds.
You began to hump his mouth so vigorously that he couldn't help but moan against your cunt. Your juices spilled down his flushed cheeks and dripped off of his chin, and coated his beard. His hands moved up your sides and squeezed your tits, and he smirked against you as you cursed his name.
You finally reached and took his dick and licked the tip tasting his precum. You smirked against it as you began to lick and suck it like she had the popsicle earlier. Delightful obscenities streamed from your mouth between licks.
"Steve," you hummed. "You taste so sweet," you said before taking all of him in, and you began to bob your head up and down as you wrapped your hand around his dick and moved it in unison with your mouth. He was thick, but you fit him all the way in.
"Y/N," Steve groaned, pushing his hips up against your mouth. "Wanna be in you," he said in a rough voice. You pull your mouth away, and Steve moves to lay you onto your back, his hands on both of your sides as he looks deep into your eyes and slides effortlessly inside you.
"Fuck," he says as he rubs a thumb over your clit. "S'Tight," he says as he pushes in, filling you to the hilt. You run your hand through his blond locks, pulling on it slightly as you pull his lips down to yours. He feels so good inside you. You can't even say anything at first; a string of curses leaves before you can muster the strength to say his name.
"Steve," you moan. "You're so good," you finally can say, pulling him closer with your legs. He smirks and kisses you and begins to fuck you faster and harder as you pull on his hair. Something about hearing you praising him opens something up inside Steve, and he smirks as he pulls your head, so you were looking right into his eyes. He presses his thumb to your clit as he pounds inside your pussy, and you moan his name over and over.
"Relax, sweets, just relax," he says, moving his finger up to your mouth.
He runs it along your lips, and you lean your head and take his finger, sucking your juices from it.
"That's it, sweets. Keep being good for me," he says as a smile spreads to his lips.
"Such a precious little slut you are," he says against your ear. That's one thing he can't look you in the eyes and say, and he feels you pulling him tighter and closer, your moans and curses getting louder as you pull his head back to face you. You kiss him, and he rests his forehead against yours and moans into your lips.
"Keep being good for me. Yeah, sweet thing, just relax," he said, his lips brushing softly against yours.
"Are you ready?" He murmurs. "You're doing such a good job. I can't wait to fill you up," he says, holding your hips close as he takes a few more long and hard thrusts before you come undone and your feet dig into his calves.
"You feel incredible," he groans and looks deep into your eyes. "You want me to cum inside you, don't you? Of course, you do," he says, running his fingers back over your lips and groaning as you take them back into your mouth.
"Stevie," you murmur. "Fill me up," you say, sucking his fingers, and he groans as he quickens his hips and fills you with his cum.
He lays there for a few minutes, placing sweet little kisses along your shoulders and to your neck. When he pulls out of you, you feel an emptiness inside you and smile as he smiles down at you, resting his elbow onto the mattress and his head onto his hand. He gives you the cutest little smile. His face softens, and he looks down at you with those boyish blue eyes.
"Hope I was good," he hums and kisses you as you giggle and run your fingers gently through his hair as he lays his head on your chest.
"Very good," you hum and smile as you kiss his lips. "Such a good boy," you hum.
How It's Going/Ended
You pace in your apartment as you look up at the clock on the wall. You jump slightly as there's a knock on the door. You walk over towards the door and look out of the peephole and see Bucky running his vibranium fingers through his now shorter hair, the hair that you had cut the night before.
He was holding the bag from the store that he had picked up, an order that you had made online, so he wouldn't know what it was. You opened the door and took the bag from him, and hugged him tightly as you let out a long sigh that you were holding in.
"Now, are you going to tell me what's up, doll?" He asked, stepping in. He and you had become close once Steve had chosen to go back to be with Peggy. He spent more time at your apartment than his own, finding your couch much more comfortable than his floor.
"I'm late, Bucky," you whisper, looking down at the floor. "You know it's late," you say, looking up into his blue eyes. You can feel the tears coming to the corner of your eyes. You sit down beside him, and his eyes look right at yours.
What you and Bucky had, it just happened. Naturally, a few kisses here and there, you both vented about Steve leaving to be with a woman he had only kissed once. Steve had told you that he loved you, that you made him happy, and then he left not only you but his best friend to go back in time to be with Peggy Carter.
Bucky had wanted to tell Steve that he was free, that his mind was now under his control, but he had cornered him before he had the chance and told him he was going to be with Peggy. He didn't even tell you goodbye. Bucky had to do that. He had to tell you that your boyfriend had chosen to leave you behind to be in another time with another woman. He took your hands in his, pulled you into his lap, and gently took your face with his fingers.
What you and Bucky had now, it happened naturally. Little stares here and there, he asked if he could hold your hand. The first kiss happened while watching The Wizard of Oz. While you and Bucky had sex, you had been extra careful, so you knew that the baby belonged to Steve if you were pregnant.
"Whatever that test says," he whispers with his blue eyes locked on your face. "I'm going to be right here," he says, and you lose all control, and the tears began to fall as you lean into his hand that was on your cheek. You nod, and he leans, kissing down each of your cheeks, then your lips as he wraps an arm around you.
"I don't deserve you, Buck," you say as he wipes your tears.
"Doll, if there's anyone that doesn't deserve anyone it's me," he smiles up at you as your hands move to his face. Bucky had learned that most hands were built to crush or destroy. Most had handled his body like a minefield. But yours, yours felt like the gentle flow of spring; kind on his skin and delicate. "I love you, Doll," he said, leaning his forehead against yours. "And I'll love this baby and raise it like it's mine if it's what you want to do," he says and smiles as you close the space between you and him and softly kiss his lips.
"I love you too, Buck," you whisper and smile against his lips. "I love you so much," you say against his lips.
It was then that you realize just how easy it came off of each of your lips. It wasn't like that with Steve, and Bucky was sitting there so in love with you that he was willing to raise a child that was his best friend and not his to show you just how much he meant it.
"I'm going to go take it," you whisper, and you feel his lips on yours once more before finally you pull away and walk towards the bathroom. You read the test a few times before peeing on the stick and waiting for the results to show up. It was one of those that just said "pregnant" or "not pregnant" you bit at your lip and heard Bucky walking behind you, an arm wrapping around your waist. You look up at him as the timer on your phone went off, and you lay your head on his black tee.
"Want me to look at it, doll?" He whispers, and you look up at him, slowly nodding your head. He lifts the test and reads the word "Pregnant" off to you.
Earlier, you thought you were going to cry if you read that word. But when you see the love-filled eyes of Bucky Barnes looking at you before he leans down and kisses your stomach, and you play with his hair with a giggle, nothing but happiness and pride exist inside you.
It is at that moment that you realize that while you had been given Steve's heart, it wasn't the heart that's meant to love you. That heart belonged to James Buchannan Barnes.
Warnings: light drinking (no bad decisions), toothache-inducing fluff, implied smut for .02 seconds
Prompt: Steve / Giving him a lift back to his office after he forgets his keys after a post-mission bar hop - from @syntheticavenger
A/N: Hi, y’all! Here’s my entry for @syntheticavenger’s How It Started - How It’s Going 5K Challenge! This is my first time sharing a fic in seven years, so I’m a little nervous. If I missed any warnings, please let me know! I tried to make the reader as neutral as possible in characteristics, but I do identify as female, so I wanted to be safe and classify this as a female reader. (I also made no mention of height except that Steve is taller than Reader hehe, so I hope taller folks can picture themselves, too.) This was not beta’d because I’m entering at the last minute (typical), so if there’s anything incorrect or that doesn’t make sense, please reach out. :) I hope you enjoy!!!!!
How it started…
Shit.
Your coworker at the local pub called out sick. He was supposed to relieve you at 7:30, leaving you time to freshen up before your date picked you up at 8 PM. It was now 7:55 PM. Your manager wasn’t answering your calls, a sure sign that you should text your date and apologize profusely for canceling at the last minute.
Y/N: Hey, Johnny. So sorry, but I can’t make it tonight. :( My coworker is out sick and no one else can cover. Can we reschedule?
🔥: I was about to text and say I’m running late. All good.
Y/N: Are you busy tomorrow?
When Johnny hadn’t answered you by 9 PM, you weren’t sure how to feel. Your phone lit up with a notification: humantorch81 has added to their story. The little voice in your head told you not to click it, but click it you did. A selfie-style video played, and you watched Johnny take one shot, then a second, then a third… The fourth clip showed him stuffing $100 bills in someone’s cleavage. Douchebag.
Thunderous laughter and applause in the doorway had you closing the app and putting your phone in your back pocket. A group of men came into view. Maybe working tonight wouldn’t be so bad. You recognized one of the men as James (he told you to call him Bucky) Barnes, the former Winter Soldier. He was a regular at the pub, located only a ten-minute drive from the Avengers Compound. Bucky, Sam Wilson, and sometimes Thor frequented the pub, regaling you with tales of both past battles and present gossip. Lucky for you, they also tipped well. You could make out a few more familiar faces, including Tony Stark’s. Okay, they were probably tipping very well tonight.
The door opened once again and you could’ve sworn your heart stopped. In walked Captain America, your childhood crush. Your admiration for him never really subsided. If anything, it was renewed when he was recovered from the ice during your junior year of high school. When you were small, you often would talk about how you were in love with Captain Rogers, making him the subject of your art projects and writing assignments. As you grew up, you saw how silly you’d been and merely appreciated how beautiful and gentlemanly he seemed. Your sanity was well and truly tested, though, the first time you met him, and it turned out he was even more wonderful than you dreamed he’d be. You barely could stand to speak to him, let alone look at him, out of shyness.
Tonight was no different. Seeing Steve standing in front of you with flushed cheeks and tousled hair, you thought your heart might burst or you might start drooling - you weren’t sure which would happen first. Mr. Tall, Blond, and Handsome started making his way towards you, eyes downcast as if he were nervous. Was he nervous? Why would he be nervous to order a drink? From you, of all people?
He finally looked up at you, only to stumble over his own two feet. The blush that had just disappeared returned quickly, tinging his freckled nose and perfect cheeks with the most flattering shade of pink that complemented his sparkling blue eyes. The first time you’d met, he had a full beard. He was clean-shaven now, and although you loved the facial hair on him, his boyish face made him look like a Disney prince. It took everything in you not to swoon.
“Hey, Y/N. Long time, no see.” He let out a short, bashful laugh that made the butterflies in your tummy flutter. He scratched the back of his neck, not quite able to meet your gaze.
“Hi, Captain Rogers!” You judged yourself for sounding so eager to see him. “It’s good to see you. Been a while,” you smiled at him, reaching for a fresh gravity pint glass. “What can I get you? Your usual?” Steve typically started his visits with a pint of Guinness, and then depending on the occasion, he’d order either more of the same or some whiskey.
He began to pull his credit card out of his wallet. “You’re too good to me, doll. And please, can you call me Steve?” He passed his card to you and you put it next to the register. “This may be a long shot, but do you know how to make a Singapore Sling? We’re celebrating after completing a two-month mission tonight, and I’m craving something sweet.” Either you were crazy or Captain Rog- Steve, you corrected yourself - was looking at your lips when he said that.
“Well, Steve,” you said pointedly, “I actually do know how to make one. That’s one of my favorites.”
“No kidding! I hardly order them, but when I do, no one’s even heard of them. I guess my age is showing.” He sat down then, watching you grab the pineapple juice from the refrigerator.
“You don’t look a day over 103, Cap,” you giggled, winking at him. Since when do I giggle?, you thought. Who do I think I am? You managed not to smack your own forehead, though you were sure you’d berate yourself later. “But yeah, my grandmother introduced me to them a few years ago. They were her favorite, and they quickly became mine.” You passed the glass to him, peeking at him from under your lashes as you awaited his reaction.
Steve picked up the glass and raised it to you first before taking a sip. It wasn’t lost on you that his lips apparently were that pink before the bright red liquid ever touched them. “Gosh, this is perfect,” he nearly moaned. For what felt like the millionth time in ten minutes, you felt your face heat up once again. “Thank you so much, Y/N. It’s just like I remember.”
“It’s no trouble at all. I’m glad you like it.” He smiled at you softly, looking like he wanted to say something more. “Go celebrate, Steve. Let me know if you’d like anything else, okay?” You squeezed his hand where it rested on top of the bar. The action felt so natural for some reason, but before he could react, you pulled away, busying yourself with drying glasses.
A few hours and more than a few shots of Asgardian mead later, Steve found himself at the bar with you. He told the others he’d stay behind while you closed up so you wouldn’t be alone. You exchanged stories about your friends and families. You learned that his favorite meal was shepherd’s pie, and that his mom would make it for his birthday every year, even though the tiny apartment would be sweltering hot with the oven on in July. Funnily enough, that was your favorite meal too, both to cook and to eat. You told him you’d love to make it for him sometime, and he said he’d like that very much.
After closing out the register, you turned around to find Steve resting his chin in both of his hands, staring at you with what you only could classify as puppy dog eyes. You’d never noticed how long and dark his lashes were before. You exited from behind the bar, his eyes following you until you stopped beside him. “Ready to go, Cap?”
“Of course, sweetheart.” He grabbed your hand and stood up, wobbling a bit. “I’ll drive you home.”
“Oh, nooo, you won’t. You’re in no condition to drive.” He still held onto your hand and started to lead you to the door. “Besides, I only live ten minutes away from the Compound. It’s practically on my way home. I’d be happy to drive you back.” He hummed in agreement and squeezed your hand, a muted show of thanks as he clearly was growing more tired by the minute.
You walked outside and he continued to hold your hand as you locked up, carrying your purse on his opposite shoulder. Even though you were driving, he insisted on opening your car door for you.
The drive was quiet, but pleasantly so. You found yourself relaxed in his presence, something you never would have believed a few hours ago. As nervous as you felt around him, you couldn’t help but think he felt nervous around you, too, and as you got to know each other tonight, those nerves began to dissipate, allowing you to start falling for Steve, for real this time.
“Y/N?” You glanced over at Steve who you thought had been asleep. In fact, he’d been watching you, memorizing your profile and trying to gather the courage to say what was on his mind.
“Steve?”
“You’re so pretty,” he cooed, reaching to brush your cheek with his thumb. “I mean, you’re more than that. You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re- dammit.”
You put the car in park since Steve decided to begin his confession just as you were pulling up to his apartment building. He clearly was having a difficult time, undoubtedly worsened by the otherworldly alcohol in his system. You turned to look at him, reaching for his hand, encouraging him to continue.
He took a deep breath, covering your hand with both of his. “What I’m trying to say is, I think you’re lovely and I’ve liked you for quite some time. Would you maybe wanna go out to dinner sometime?” The way his eyes twinkled as they searched your face told you he’d lasso the moon and pull it down for you if you asked him to.
You leaned forward, cupping his cheek with your other hand, to kiss his forehead. “I’d love that, Steve.” The smile on his face could have melted the very ice that once entrapped him. He gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, and you stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the feel of each other so close.
You exchanged numbers, Steve asking you to text him when you arrived home and you promising you would do just that. He reached into his pocket, but to his surprise, his keys were nowhere to be found. He leaned forward, lightly smacking his head on the dashboard. “I hate to ruin this moment, sweetheart, but I must have left my keys in the office building on the other side of campus. I’ll just walk over, okay? Text me when you’re home?” He moved to open his door.
“Steve, don’t be ridiculous,” you chided with a laugh. “It’ll take 30 seconds to drive you over there.” You grabbed his hand, urging him to stay seated.
The drive was quick, and Steve ran in and out of the office even quicker, keys to his apartment in hand. You drove him back to the apartment building again. “I don’t think I forgot anything else now,” he laughed more to himself than to you. “Thank you so much for everything. Good night, Y/N.” He exited the car and before you lost your nerve, so did you.
“Wait!” You followed after him, and he stopped in his tracks. “I forgot something this time.” You stood on your tiptoes and reached for his face, planting your lips on his. Steve’s eyebrows raised in surprise, but he instantly relaxed into you, putting one hand on the side of your neck and the other on your waist.
How it’s going...
You heard your phone ringing in the kitchen, having left it out there to time when the shepherd’s pie would be done baking. You answered immediately after reading the caller ID. “Hey, honey. Everything okay?”
“Hi, sweetheart. Everything’s all right. I can’t wait to see you. Listen, are you home already?”
“Yeah, I took off today, actually. I made you dinner. Are you calling because you forgot your keys?”
“Yes, actually,” he sighed with relief. “I’m glad to know I didn’t lose them. Tony would have been annoyed with me… again.”
Whenever you saw an opportunity to tease Steve, you took it. “It seems you’re becoming forgetful in your advanced age, Old Man Rogers.”
He hummed, the tone of his voice a shade lower than a moment ago. “That’s real funny, sweetheart. I don’t think you were calling me old last night or even this morning, as a matter of fact. I had no trouble keeping up with you then.”
“Steven Grant! Why, I never,” you replied with your best Southern belle impression. Your face suddenly felt warm to the touch, and it wasn’t because the oven was on.
He barked out a laugh. “Maybe I’ll have to remind you how old I’m not when I get home. I’ll see you in an hour, Mrs. Rogers.”
Any reminder that you were married to this man made your heart sing. “I love you, Steve.”
Summary: The one where you meet Captain America in a coffee shop
Word Count: 1k+
Warnings: it’s fluff, language, me finding a way to work in Sam being called Daddy (but it’s cute though and not in a kinky way), talk of the reader being pregnant
A/N: So this is my submission for @syntheticavenger‘s How it Started/How it’s Going Challenge. I love the prompt I got, and I hope you enjoy it.
DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.
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Sam Wilson // paying it forward with a coffee
☕️How it started…
“Shit—sorry, I think I left my wallet at home.” The man muttered at the counter, sighing heavily as he pulled his phone out to seemingly text someone, and stepped out of line. You watched him go as you stepped up to the counter, he looked stressed. Like he’d had a long night, and was about to have an even longer day. It likely wasn’t your business but you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something familiar about him.
“Put his coffee on my card.” You said, catching his eye before he made it out the door. He looked as if he were about to protest, but you simply turned back to the young man behind the register and rattled off your order.
“You didn’t have to do that.” The man said when you moved out of the line to wait for your name to be called. “Thank you.” He added, shoving his hands into his pockets as he regarded your features carefully. You simply nodded, eyes narrowed slightly when you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had seen him before. It wasn’t until he offered up a smile that it clicked in your mind and your eyes went a little wide. You’d seen him on your television just last week publicly shaming a group of politicians after the whole Flagsmashers fiasco. It was just your luck that you’d run into the new Captain America while you were dressed down in your workout clothes and he was apparently trying to be incognito.
“Just pay it forward the next time you get coffee.” You shrugged it off, debating whether or not you should say something more. What could it hurt? You think before opening your mouth again to speak. “Besides, it’s not every day a girl gets to save Captain America.” You whispered just low enough for him to hear. He laughed loud enough to draw a few stares, sobering up just a little when he noticed the stares. “The baseball hat and sunglasses combo was a good try through.”
He laughed again, quieter this time with a little chuckle that made his shoulders shake. “What gave me away?” He questioned, and suddenly you felt your face heating up at the thought of telling him how you’d recognized him. You heard your name being called as your drink and his were set on the counter. Taking a step towards it he followed, looking at you expectantly as he waited for your answer almost as if he were hoping you’d keep talking to him.
“It was your smile. I recognized it.” You admitted, making it a point to focus your attention on the steaming cup of coffee in your hands. Not looking at him meant missing the soft smile that your answer had drawn onto his lips.
“I’m glad you did.”
☕️How it’s going…
The bed was empty when you woke up, something that made you pout until the smell of coffee wafted into the room. You sighed, sitting up in bed and looking to the window where a bright stream of sunlight was shining into the room. The ring on your finger glittered in it, and you felt what you hoped was an excited swoop in your belly at remembering the night before and how Sam had proposed in the middle of dinner with his family.
You remembered Sarah hugging you so tight that you thought you might pop. You remembered Sam teasing Bucky about being next when he caught the super soldier staring longingly at Sarah while she gushed over the ring. Both of you shot Sam a look that clearly told him to mind his business, and let Sarah and Bucky take things at their own pace. Then there were the two boys who had already taken to calling you their Aunt months before the engagement.
It had been Cass, the younger of the two, that had blurted out that he couldn’t wait to have a new cousin.
You pressed a hand to your stomach at the memory, little did Cass know that you were already pregnant and had yet to tell Sam. You’d been nervous at first, despite knowing that you and he had already talked about what you’d like your shared future to be. But you hadn’t planned for it to happen so soon, but a few days of missed birth control pills had been all that it took for your plans to change drastically.
You sighed at the thought, pushing yourself out of bed to brush your teeth and grab a quick shower. By the time you came back into your shared bedroom Sam was back, and from what you could tell he’d brought coffee with him.
“What’s this?” You questioned with a fond smile, padding your way over to him and pressing a kiss to his lips. Carefully he pulled you into the bed beside him, that warm smile of his that you loved so much fixed firmly in place.
“I figured I’d surprise you with your favorite drink.” He replied playfully, stealing another kiss from your lips as he pressed a cup of coffee into your hands before grabbing the other for himself. You took a sip, watching him with a dopey little smile on your lips as you made the decision to tell Sam the good news. Setting your cup of coffee on the nightstand before straddling the man’s lap. “What’s that look for?” He questioned, lifting his cup to his lips to take a long drink from it before he set it aside next to yours. Big warm hands settled against your ass, squeezing lightly as you just chuckled and let your own fall against Sam’s broad chest.
You took a breath, chewing on your bottom lip for a moment as you tried to think of the best way to put it into words. “So you know how we talked about kids one day?” You began, and Sam nodded silently. “One day came a little faster than expected.” Again he said nothing, but you could see the cogs of his mind turning as you processed what you were trying to tell him. When it finally clicked the grin on his lips was instant as he surged forward to kiss you happily. You leaned into him, the taste of coffee still on his lips.
“You serious?” He questioned, pulling back to look up at you in wonder.
You nodded, his happiness making any worry that you might have had evaporate in an instant. “You’re gonna be a daddy.”
That only seemed to add to his joy, and before you knew it Sam had you pressed into the sheets of your shared bed as his kisses peppered your body. “How far along are you?” He questioned, lips brushing against your stomach.
“Just a couple weeks.” You wiggled against the bed, a laugh bubbling out of you as his lips tickled against your skin. “Are you happy?”
Sam sighed, the sound content and utterly pleased with both himself and you.
“First you say yes to marrying me, now you tell me we’re having a kid? Darlin’ I’m so fucking happy.”
For the drabble challenge: Bucky Barnes / He took the last treadmill
Gains
Bucky Barnes x Reader, No Powers AU
Summary: Bucky Barnes has stolen the last treadmill and with it, the last shred of your patience.
W/C: 2k
Warnings: Smut, swearing, semi-public sex, unprotected sex
A/N: I wrote this for @syntheticavenger's 5k How it started/How it's going celebration/challenge!! I know it's been a minute since I've written anything but if you liked this please comment/reblog!
Main Masterlist
How it started -
You heaved a heavy sigh as you finally got into your car. Looking at the clock on your dashboard you noticed it was nearly 11pm. You were fresh off of a late night at the office that ended with you being chewed out in the boardroom for someone else’s mistakes and desperately needed to release all your pent up rage. You can’t run away from your problems but you can damn well try at the gym.
You reached for the door but before you could reach it a large hand was pulling the handle and holding the door for you. The hand lead to a thick forearm with veins trailing up to perfectly sculpted biceps. You peered up at the owner of the sculpted arm and found it belonged to maybe the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. He has crystal blue eyes and pillowy lips curved slightly into a grin. Strands of shoulder length hair are falling out of the small bun he’s tied it into and into his face.
You didn’t realize you’d stopped midstep, leaving him waiting on you to walk through the entryway. Quickly looking away with a huff of small embarrassment you muster a small thank you and pick up the pace towards the locker rooms. You were suddenly feeling nervous at the realization that you’d have to work out in front of him but the thought of him in less clothing was appealing enough to distract you.
You’d figured given the hour that the gym wouldn’t be so busy but looking around it was teeming with activity. As if your day couldn’t be any more annoying, one lone treadmill stood open so you hustled to the locker rooms to change so you could claim it.
Just as you were about to put your phone in your locker and head out you were bombarded by a slew of work emails, making you furious all over again. Anger refueled, you set off with new determination for the treadmill. Just as you were about to enter the main gym area the same guy that held the door open for you was headed in the same direction. Smiling, you held the door open for him this time with a small laugh, which he thanked you for before bounding off.
His huge stride was heading in a direction that was giving you a bad feeling. You tried to fastwalk past him, hoping that you could beat him there but before you could touch the rails he was stepping onto the last fucking treadmill. You came to a stop with a look of disbelief and he looked over his shoulder and smirked at you.
“Somethin’ wrong, doll?”
“No,” you scoffed before walking away towards the ellipticals.
With the state of your temper right now you didn’t trust yourself not to blow up on him. You tell yourself that the gym asks people to only use equipment for a certain amount of time, someone’s bound to get off soon. You were breaking a sweat but it wasn’t really releasing all the built up tension you had like running would. Glancing over you spy one open treadmill, but of fucking course the only one open is next to him.
Heaving a sigh you turn up your music and step up to the treadmill intent on ignoring him. His head turns slightly towards you and out of the corner of your eye you spy a smirk. You roll your eyes and up the pace, hoping to block out the rest of the world for a bit.
You let yourself get lost in the workout and finally felt some of your frustrations melt away. When you’d reached your limit and got off you looked around and realized that the man was gone, so was most everyone else. Checking the time you noted it was nearly 2 AM and you figured you’d better call it a night if you were ever going to deal with the shit show that awaited you tomorrow morning at the office.
Walking back to the locker rooms the man from earlier was passing you on his way out and gave you a mischievous grin.
“I steal your treadmill back there, doll?” He asks playfully.
“Don’t let it happen again” You say jokingly with a small smile, still slightly annoyed.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” He chuckles, “Have a good night.”
You wish him a good night as he walks on past you, notes of his body wash hitting your senses. As annoyed as you’d been you definitely wouldn’t mind running into him again.
Another week or so had gone by and another fiasco at work had erupted. You weren’t sure how much more of it you could take but you’d made a habit of running at the gym whenever shit went down at work. You’d yet to run into the handsome stranger again but he’d probably just distract you anyway so it was for the better.
You’d opted for lifting light weights and in doing so, you’d completely missed Man Bun just across the room. You’d forgotten that you wanted to run. You got up and turned towards the treadmills. You had stepped forward just in time for Man Bun to take the last. Fucking. Treadmill. Again. Your jaw actually dropped a little and didn’t try to conceal your scoff.
“Come on!” you even stamped your foot a little. After the time you’ve been having at work all you’d wanted was to let off some steam but here he was again with his cocky attitude treating it like a joke.
He actually stopped the treadmill and turned around, a toothy grin proudly on display.
“I did it again, didn’t I? Don’t worry I’m sure someone else will be off soon”
How it’s going -
Your back met the cold tiles of the shower as he pushed you back with a harsh kiss. His lips caught yours, stealing your moans as his large calloused hands ran their way down your curves. You focused your efforts on pushing down his sweats, his cock springing free from its confines.
“No underwear? How presumptuous” You ask against his lips with a smile.
“What can I say? I was feeling lucky”
He hooked his fingers in your leggings and pulled them down. You hastily stepped out of them and worked to remove your top, leaving you in only a sports bra and your panties. He paused for a second before taking your panties in his fist and snapping them in one go. You gasped, slightly shocked but it just turned you on further.
He was to the point in what he wanted, his fingers finding your core and sinking right in. Your moan turned into a whimper as he curled his fingers inside you, hitting you right in your G-spot. You were feeling small under him, his perfectly toned chest proudly on display and his biceps bulging as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.
The pleasure you were feeling in this moment had you in disbelief that you’d ever been hesitant of him when he cornered you earlier.
By the time you’d finally gotten done with your run you’d realized everyone had petered out, even Man Bun. You reckoned it was time for you to head out too. It was kind of eerie being alone in the gym so you wanted to shower and get out as quickly as possible.
As you were about to push the door open a familiar, large hand covered yours. You could feel his body heat and smell whatever soap he’d used, that’s how close he was. You turned around and he kept his arm outstretched past you, you were practically in his arms.
Your eyes met his and you let out a shaky breath, you weren’t really sure what to make of the expression on his face. You raised your eyebrows in waiting.
“Just wanted to apologize, for takin’ your treadmill and all. Seems to be a habit of mine, huh?”
“I’m starting to think you meant to.”
“I gotta admit, I saw you gunnin’ for that treadmill and I wanted to beat you there. What do you say I make it up to you?”
He was definitely making it up to you now. He was a man on a mission, pressing his palm firmly against your clit and working against your spot, trying desperately to get you to cum. You couldn’t do anything but cling desperately to his shoulders. Your cries were getting louder as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. You finally snapped and came with a shout before nearly slumping against him. His arms caught you and he laughed a little to himself.
“So fuckin’ good for me, you’re gonna take me so well.” He pressed a sloppy kiss to your temple as you tried to get your bearings. You reached down to grab his cock in your hands, he was rock hard and you wanted nothing more than to run your tongue along them.
You shakily began to sink down to your knees but a strong hand grasped you by the shoulders and pulled you up before you could.
“Just wanna feel you” He breathed out before pressing a kiss to your lips.
It was your turn to smirk at him, slowly standing up to your full height. He kissed you again as his large hands grabbed your breasts one at a time, toying with your nipples and making you whimper just slightly. You could feel his cock hard against your thigh and decided you needed him now.
You lifted your thigh up over his hip, which he was all too eager to hold while you grabbed him and positioned him at your entrance. His other hand grasped your hip and he thrusted into you with determination, causing you to let out an obscene moan. He was hitting you so deeply and when he began moving you swore you couldn’t take him.
He hooked one arm under your leg as he pistoned in and out of you at a pace you weren’t quite ready for but you’d reveled in the feeling of. He was hitting you deeper than you’d ever thought possible by anyone else you’d had before.
“Shit,” He huffed, “Gonna fuck you stupid?”
You could only whimper in response as he did just that. He wasn’t holding anything back as he thrust into you over and over. You were quickly becoming overwhelmed but in the best way possible. You couldn’t help the noises that came out of you, couldn’t help the begging for him to continue.
As he pistoned in and out of you while keeping a vice grip on your leg you let out the most wanton little mewls, only spurring him on further. He was dragging every inch of him out of you and then slamming it back in, all the while his thumb toying with your clit. You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold out and you couldn’t tell what was more exciting, the thought of him ruining you or the realization that anyone could walk in and see you two. Right now you didn’t care so long as he kept at it.
You tugged at his tresses, pulling them loose from the low bun they hung in, eliciting grunts and groans from him. You latched your mouth onto his neck and found his sweet spot, sucking a deep bruise into it.
“Fuck, babydoll, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out”
“Then don’t”
That was all the motivation it took for him to slam into you at full force, his fingers working double time to help you reach your high once more. You thought you couldn’t take anymore as he slammed into you harder than he had and bit harshly into your neck as he spilled himself inside of you with one final thrust.
You cried out as you came around him, feeling your pussy pulse in waves as you registered the aftershocks. You leaned your head back against the tiles while you tried to catch your breath, vaguely hearing his own sighs. Finally feeling up to sorts, you looked up at him only to find his hazy blue eyes boring into yours. A part of you can’t believe you’d done such a thing in public with a man who was practically a stranger but the other part was just as turned on by the fact.
For the challenge, how about Ransom / minor car accident (Ransom’s fault) and you have to swap insurance information.
Accidentally in Love // Ransom Drysdale
(soft!)Ransom Drysdale x fem! reader
Summary: Ransom hit your car with his beamer. He insists on paying the damage and taking care of you.
Word count: ~1.5k
Warning: minor car accident, rest should be pure fluff
A/N: This is my contribution to @syntheticavenger "How it Started - How it's going 5k challenge" Congratulations on your new milestone😘 You are an AMAZING writer and I love your work so much❤
Ugh, I started this story on real paper because I was affected by the severe floodings in Germany. No electricity, no running water vor 5 days and I was in DIRE need of a fluffy fic [sorry, not sorry]. Now I finally managed to finish this. After my last Ransom story was rather dark, it was time to go full on soft. as always I am not an English native speaker so there will be probably some errors. Feedback is always appreciated ❤ Now enjoy!
How it started...
It was pouring with rain and the windshield wipers were struggling to provide a clear view.
The drops were hitting your car so hard that you could hardly hear the music on the radio. The long hard day at work had taken its toll on you and all you wanted to do was get back to your cozy home and enjoy some hot cocoa.
The traffic light in front of you turned red and you came to a stop.
Suddenly, a jolt went through your car. Not so strong that your seatbelt jammed, but still strong enough to scare you quite a bit. After a few seconds you realized what had happened. Someone had hit the back of your car.
Shit. This was exactly what you didn't need right now. You pulled over to the side of the road, activated your hazard lights, pulled your thin jacket tighter around you and got out.
The wind drove the rain right against your face and you struggled to keep your eyes open. Oh great. The car that had crashed into you was probably a vintage BMW. One like that wasn't exactly an run-of-the-mill model, so the damage was sure to be costly.
Besides, you knew exactly what kind of people drove cars like that. Rich assholes, guaranteed to deny that the accident was their fault.
Panic rose in you. If the other driver denied being at fault and your insurance company didn't pay, you'd be stuck with the costs, and there was no way you could afford that.
You examined the deformed metal on the rear bumper. No severe damage, the car would definitely be able to go on, but still, it would be really expensive.
At that moment your opponent entered the scene. He was quite tall, his dark hair was slicked back, he wore a cognac-colored coat and scarf with paisley pattern. He approached you with large, menacing-looking strides. This made you all the more surprised with what gentle voice he spoke to you.
"Jesus, are you okay?" he asked, putting his hands gently on your upper arms. " Are you hurt?" His blue eyes scrutinized you, checking for possible injuries. "Um, uh, no. I'm okay, I think." You stuttered.
His tense features relaxed and he exhaled in relief. "I'm so sorry, I was inattentive and didn't react fast enough." His gaze shifted to the two cars. "Shit, that's really annoying, but I'll pay for the damage, of course."
He rummaged in his coat pocket, pulled out two small cards and handed them to you. "Here's my contact details and the information of my insurance agent. Contact him and he will take care of the reparation and the bill."
You were surprised at how competently and cooperatively he resolved the situation while you barely said anything. You accepted the business cards and glanced at them. "Hugh Ransom Drysdale." you repeated.
The corners of his mouth moved up and formed a wide grin. "So you've already heard of me." "Not easy to avoid that in this town." The Thrombey/ Drysdale family had a bit of a reputation, and he was no exception. You also handed him a card with your contact information. He read your name out loud "Sweet name," he added.
"Well Mr. Drysdale, thank you for your help. I'll be in touch." The rain was still pelting down from the sky and by now you were pretty soaked. "Please call me Ransom...and sweetie, are you sure you're okay? You seem a little shaky."
You really were a little unsteady on your feet. "Yeah, I'm fine, I just want to go home. It's been a long day and I did just get kind of scared," you explained briefly.
Ransom brushed back a strand that had fallen into his face. "Do you mind if I drive you home? It's my fault that the accident happened, and I don't feel comfortable letting you drive alone right now. We can park your car here and I'll send someone to take it to the mechanic later."
Your breath caught and you had to sort out your thoughts for a moment. "That's really generous, but I really don't want to be any trouble, Mr. Drysdale."
"It's Ransom," he corrected you, "and I'm afraid I have to insist. Come on, it's cold and wet out here." You agreed, too tired and exhausted to protest further.
After locking your car, Ransom put his coat around your shoulders and opened his passenger door for you. He then jogged around the car and got behind the wheel. "Are you ready?" You nodded.
How it's going...
The intense smell of coffee woke you up. You stretched out in bed and felt for his body next to you.
He wasn't there. It wasn't his style to get up so early, especially not on the weekend.
The need to stay in bed was strong. The weather outside was horrible and you had no plans for the day anyway.
The wooden stairs in the hallway creaked and a moment later a gentle knock sounded at the door. Ransom entered the room grinning, a tray of breakfast in his hand.
He set it down on the nightstand and gave you a kiss on the temple. "Good morning, sleepyhead. How are you?" "A little cold, but otherwise I'm fine," you mumbled sleepily.
Ransom laughed softly, got you one of his sweaters, and carefully put it on you. "Better?" You nodded and pushed the way-too-long sleeves up a bit. The fabric was soft and it smelled of his outrageously expensive perfume.
Much to Ransom's chagrin, you had a weakness for "borrowing" his sweaters or shirts. Sometimes, however, he liked to see you in his clothes, especially because you seemed relatively small in them; it aroused his protective instinct.
He slipped under the covers on the other side of the bed and pulled you close to him. Your head rested against his chest and he caressed your cheek with his fingers.
Suspiciously, you glanced at the breakfast tray. It was no one's birthday, your anniversary wasn't for another few months, and there was nothing else to celebrate.
"Hugh, what have you done now?" His brow furrowed. "Since when do I need a reason to make you breakfast?" That didn't convince you. Something was up.
Despite the relaxed environment, the tenderness, and the closeness, Ransom was somehow tense. You decided to let it go for now and continued to snuggle up to him, sliding your hand under his shirt and around his waist.
Ransom handed you a cup of coffee and placed the tray next to you. It looked and smelled fantastic. Buns, scrambled eggs, yogurt, fresh strawberries, and orange juice.
"Do you need anything else?" he asked. You leaned over to him and kissed his cheek. "It's perfect, just the way it is.“
After the breakfast, you snuggled back against Ransom's muscular body while he held you tightly against him. You could feel his heartbeat. Unusually fast.
"Are you going to tell me what's going on now?" His brow furrowed and he groaned in annoyance. "All right, you little pain in the ass." He sat up and took both your hands in his.
"You know what day it is, don't you?" You didn't really know what he was getting at. "Um, it's Saturday? Is your mom expecting us? Are Biscoff cookies on sale? I don't know."
His gaze was gently on you and he couldn't suppress a smile. "Three years ago today, I hit you in the back of the car. And man, if I had known what a wonderful, lovely person had come into my life, I would have definitely made that accident on purpose. You bring out the best in me. You know my dysfunctional family and because of that I never thought I could honestly and truly love someone, but I do. I love you."
You wanted to say something back, but you were so moved by his words that you didn't even know what to say.
"I love you so so much," his grip tightened, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you and only you. And that's why I want to ask you," reaching behind him into the nightstand drawer, he pulled out a small red box covered in velvet, "if you would like to be my wife?"
The sight of the engagement ring took your breath away. The band was silver and thin, but the diamond set in it was all the larger and sparklier for it.
Your lower lip began to tremble. The proposal took you completely by surprise.
You never thought that Ransom would be ready to commit to you through marriage. Inevitably, you imagined your future together. A wedding. A house. Children. Growing old together.
Yes, that was what you wanted and no one else but Ransom should be by your side.
A squeeze of your hand brought you out of your thoughts. Ransom stared at you with an almost panicked look.
Did he really think you would say no? You jumped into his arms and clung to him. "Yes, yes, yes I do, you little moron." Tears made their way from your eyes down your cheeks and you heard Ransom's relieved exhale.
Who would have thought that a car accident could be the beginning of a love story?
