Repercussions

a ghost story

endgame steve after a few days: yeah so…peggy actually dumped me after like three months bc she realized we weren’t That compatible After having to spend more than Like. 15 minutes at a time together…and eventually married her actual husband..and had kids. so that’s why the timeline didn’t separate! but i got stranded with no WiFi for 50 years bc i didnt have any more pym particles 

sam: bro. What?

steve: I got the ring from the dollar store on the way over here bc i didn’t wanna look dumb :/

bucky: that ships BEEN sailed bro

sam: bro. WHAT?

steve: at one point i almost got polio bc i forgot i never got vaccinated

sam and bucky:

The stalking game

Pairing: dark!Black Female Reader x dark!Steve Rogers (pre-serum)

Summary: sometimes watching from a distance just makes you want it more💜💜💜

Warnings: kinda dubcon(male receiving),very slight mentions of war, being held at gunpoint

A/N: ive been perusing and reading stories on here forever and writing but keeping it to myself. @sapphirescrolls convinced me to finally share something after this little bugger wouldnt leave me alone until I wrote it! Thanks especially to my editor @whitepeach-whiteowl !

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You had seen him before. He was a skinny little thing, but the way he got into fights, the way he dove into danger are what made you look at him and kept you looking. That sweet little face, that soft looking blonde hair, and those brilliant blues. But mostly it was his stature; you could never see too much of him because of his baggy clothes. But what you could see were those wrists. Dainty was the only word for them. What you wouldn’t do to put your hands around those wrists of his.

Your mama was sick of you putting off meeting the neighbors’ boy who worked on the docks and attended her church. she wanted you to start thinking about settling down and having a few kids of your own; it would break her heart if she knew the kind of men who wet your drawers. Men like this frail little fighter who you watched and watched in all your free time and not so free time. Miss Maisy at the factory was starting to catch wise about your frequent “bathroom trips.” Maybe your choice of beau wouldn’t be so bad if he wasn’t a white boy. Lord knows you could never walk down the street holding his hand--your brown skin made certain of that. You knew that whatever it was about this boy that drove you out your rabbit ass mind wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

It had been months--already nearing a year--and you were still following him as he went about errands for his mother. A few times you would even get brave enough to follow him through the Italian and Irish neighborhoods in Brooklyn where the poor white folk lived. You were always careful, keeping a good little ways between the both of you, but a few times a big brown haired man had met eyes with you as you scrambled to look away. They seemed to be friends, which was a relief; at first you had thought the man of your dreams was a poof which would put a stall in your plan.

You were tired. Tired of waking up with soaking drawers. Tired of almost catching the tips of your fingers in the machines at the factory because of your daydreams. Tired of this man who could walk past you like a black alley cat and never even notice your existence; this man who drove thoughts that would surely send you to hell if the good Lord took a peep into your mind. Lord knows the Devil had seen them and left behind even more twisted ideas.

At first you were content, content to follow him; sometimes watching as he sat in the park scribbling those beautiful pictures of his. Watching as the brown haired man dragged him out on a Friday night to all the honky hoedowns. You never knew why no other woman seemed as impressed with him as you did; they all seem to ignore him at best or shun him for his brown-haired associate at worst. But that was all right and good with you. This man, this thin frail beautiful artist of a man would be yours. Maybe not forever;maybe he would never know her face. Maybe he would never know the dame--the dame who would bring him a night he would never forget.

Tonight was the Night to set your plan in motion. Before, your idea was to go with a kitchen knife taken from your mama’s drawer, but one of the girls at the factory decided to show you her man’s gun. He left it with her for safe-keeping while he was off at war. It even had her name on the side: “ Bernice,” it said, engraved right on the barrel. Well, tonight Bernice the Gun would be accompanying you to make your own dreams come true. Maybe not to keep you safe, but to keep things runnin’ smooth.

By now you know his patterns. His friend with the brown hair was going to pull him from the safe apartment he shared with his mother out to the streets to try and catch some tail. His friend had all the luck and by the time the Clock Struck 10 he would have two dates in his arms, one stickin’ her hand down his pants. With his friend occupied, your artist boy would take the chance to slip away and take The Lonesome walk home. He would walk through dark, anonymous Alleyways, taking the quicker way home past night time delivery trucks, no one really bothering or seeing him. Except you. You hid behind a stack of barrels on the corner of Brooks and Dursley. You had borrowed a few items of clothes from random drying lines around the neighborhood. You didn’t need anyone recognizing any of your dresses. You could be mistaken for an errand boy right now if not for the gun and scarves in your bag.

Just as you thought--around 10:15 Here comes your man looking sullen and dejected. His cheeks were slightly red, maybe from the chill, maybe from having seen his friend with another Dame. No matter. Tonight there was going to be a big change. You started following him at ten Paces back. He was heading onto a street where the streetlights were few and far between. This was going to be your chance. You sped up a bit and followed him at five paces now. He seemed to hear me and his pace increased. So you speed up even more and begin to walk past him. You took a sharp turn into an alley behind and hunker down among the garbage bags, feeling the cold of Bernice as you slip her out of your bag. Listening for his footsteps you feel your thighs begin to tremble.You cover your nose and mouth with a scarf and tie the knot tightly with shaking fingers. As his steps become louder, you prepare, inching closer to the mouth of the alleyway.

You raise the pitch of your voice, imitating the boy who delivered your mother’s newspaper every morning, sobbing, “Mr. Harris is going to kill me! Where are those papers? Please, I have to find them.”

The boy stopped and cautiously glanced into the alley, observing your performance, as you pretend to search desperately through the cans and bags of trash. “Hey kid, do you need help?”

Swinging around, you raised Bernice. “Yeah, I need you to get over here. No funny business now; quick steps!” His face became ghostly pale.

You shouldn’t be so giddy, but, God, did you feel it. He looks so scared, so jumpy--truly afraid of losing his life. But the best part--the part that would fuel your dirty Daydreams and your nighttime fantasies--was his eyes. he was looking right at you all bug-eyed scared. Then again, maybe he wasn’t so scared...he actually looked kind of angry, as he shouted, “You serious? Kid, I’m probably just as poor as you!” He started backing away slowly. “Put the gun down and lemme walk away. We’ll forget this whole thing ever happened.”

“Or you can get over here and do as I say and avoid getting some holes blown in your chest,” I said, motioning to him with my gun to come deeper into the alley. He frowned but began walking towards you. He might have been on the skinny side, but he was about an inch or two taller than you, so you were real careful to keep a few paces away. You didn’t want him lunging for the gun and ruining both of your lives. You stood with him in a little alcove between the buildings big enough for both of you to stand in and concealed from prying eyes of fellow city-dwellers.

Keeping one hand on Bernice and your eyes on him, you reach into your bag. You smiled beneath the bandana. “Turn around, pretty boy, and hands behind your back.” 

He did as you said with little more than a grumble about being called “pretty boy.” He turns slowly, his eyes focusing on your gun. When his hands are behind his back, you scurry over, a little giddy, and tie his hands behind his back. You’re moving slower than you probably should; you can’t believe that you are finally touching those wrists of his: soft, slight, very delicate. The skin there is even smoother than you thought. It was obvious that this man had never worked a hard shift in all his days. you caught yourself stroking his wrists. His back was ramrod straight with discomfort. Instead of backing away and maybe giving him a reprieve, you decide to kiss his back through his shirt then take a step back. You’re breathing a bit heavier than before.

He shivered and blurted, “Look, pal, I’m not lyin! Check my pockets! Why do ya think I’m walking the back alleys! I don’t even have bus fare!”

“ You’re right,” you say, “I will check those pockets a yours. Keep flappin your lips and you’ll give me more good ideas.”

Pocketing Bernice, you take a step forward, inhaling. He smells a little medicinal, a little like the sticks of colored sidewalk chalk kids play with. It’s a good smell; a smell you won’t soon forget. You slide your hand a little too slowly into his front pocket. You’re not really checking for anything anymore; you just want to feel the contours of thighs. He’s all lean muscle; no spare fat on ‘im. Your breath is coming quicker now; your excitement is growing. Pressing even closer you stand on your toes to get a whiff of his hair and feel him pressed against your front. Your left hand in his front pocket, no longer content to grope his thigh, moves closer to his groin. 

"Hey, hey, watch the hand!“ Ignoring his shout you delve deeper; god what a find! You’d never suspect this on a sickly thing like him! His pecker was only a little stiff, probably from fear and friction alone; you weren’t vain enough to think it was all from you.

"God Stevie,” you breathe, “Warn a gal before you let her touch a snake like this! You could use this fella to bludgeon someone to death!”

He stiffened again. "What makes a lady resort to gropin in a back alley like this? And how do you know my name?"

He was getting stiffer by the second and you wanted a better feel. Abandoning his pocket, you slide your hand up to the button on his pants and pop it open. You laugh and say, “I’m no one special, hun. Just a secret admirer who got tired of admirin’.”

His knees buckled a bit when your hand met semi hard flesh. Since the jig was up, you pressed yourself fully against him now and allowed your body to hug his. For so long you’d dreamed of this and it was going so good. Even better is he wasn't trying to stop you. Sliding your hand up his back, you grip his head and make him face the sky. 

With his hair clutched in your fingers you say, "Instead of fighting this or asking for reasons, just look at the sky and enjoy what im giving you, 'kay, hun? Here, I’ll make it even better for you."

Wiggling your hand out of his jockeys, you slide it into your own and dip your fingers into your own wetness. Moaning a bit at the stimulation, you felt him move his head a bit to see what you were doing. Turning his head back, you grip his hair tighter. When your hand is wet enough, you wiggle it back under his waistband and feel his whole body shudder.

You wanted so badly to be in your skivvies right now, but you would make do with what you had. Nosing his collar down, you start kissing him from the nape of his neck to the hollow at the base of his throat. Always pulling his head so he couldn't see your face, only feel what you were doing.

“Christ, doll, you don't have to do this. If you like a fella, just tell em’! Ambushing me like this isn't fair. Untie my hands and lemme look at ya. Please, I'm begging now!”

His breathless stuttering, pleading was cute. You may have made it harder on him purposely by stroking him a little faster and holding him tighter. God, his cock was a dream; it would fill you so good and god knows you were ready for it. Gliding your tongue up the side of his neck, you whisper close to his ear, “No can do, love. This is it for us. You don't know how badly i want more…maybe a little more wont hurt though. Tell you what, Stevie. If you promise to be good and let me cover your eyes, I’ll give you an even better treat! How's about it love?” 

Nipping his ear, you feel him give an enthusiastic jerk of his head, “Yes, yes, god yeah, I’ll be good.”

Smirking at his breathy voice, you let his hair loose and reach into your satchel. You pull one scarf free while caressing the tip of his cock. He hisses through his teeth as you release your new favorite toy. You slide one of his suspenders off his shoulder and pet the sliver of hip skin suddenly revealed to the air. After pulling his cock free, you hurriedly pull the scarf over his eyes and knot it.

For the first time since you started, you took stock of yourself and felt how keyed up you were. Your breath came in ragged pants matching Steve’s and your core throbbed and leaked, begging to be touched again. Soon enough, you would take care of yourself, but first just a taste of him was what you really yearned for. Pulling his shoulder to swing him around, you could finally see the effect you had on him.

The parts of his cheeks you could see were flushed a vivid red and his breath was coming so quickly you were a little worried. Petting his chest to calm him down, you press your front against him and give fluttering kisses to his throat. You purred, “Calm down, lover. I don't want you going belly up before I fulfill my promise now.” He listened well enough and took a few gulps of air. Glancing down, you noticed his Johnson is not nearly as hard as before. No matter, you'd fix that soon. Kissing the little bit of his chest bared above his shirt, you start descending to your knees.

For a second, you felt a little bad. Someone put good work into repairing the knees in these pants and here you were ruining them in a back alley. Oh well, you’d put a nickel in the pocket later when you put them back. Nothing was going to stop you from getting a taste of the one eyed drooling monster your artist boy was slinging around.

Your first kiss to his tip was met with the sound of gnashing teeth and a sharp curse. Grinning, you start licking and lightly sucking the shaft. Remembering some girl talk, you pull away and spit into your hand before bringing it to his balls and softly rolling while going back down as far as you can manage. “Oh fuck, oh, Jesus, fuck yes, there, just like that, fucking Christ.” You laugh, but with your mouth full it just makes him buck into your mouth, gagging you a little. You had no doubt he'd be pulling your hair if his hands weren't still tied. You almost wanted to untie them just to feel him touching you.

You didn't know sucking him like this would have such an effect on you as well. You could hear his panting and bitten back curses, feel his hips twitch as he tried to be a gentleman and not buck into your mouth again. Letting his balls go, you slide your hand back into your trousers to find your aching wetness again. Using your two middle fingers to massage your clit you could tell this wouldn't take long. By the throbbing of the cock in your mouth, Steve wouldn't last much longer either. He was leaking so much now and every pass of your tongue gave you a new burst of salty tang to swallow.

You were so distracted trying to focus on pleasuring the both of you, you missed the jerking of his arms. But you surely noticed when a hand knocked the hat off your head and grabbed your hair to hold you steady. Suddenly you were taking much more of him in and you could feel the sore throat that would come tomorrow. Looking up, you see he hasn’t bothered to take the blindfold off; he’s more concerned with fucking into your throat like a man possesed. The gurgling sounds from your mouth seemed to excite him even more. You couldn't stop pressing your fingers deep inside your achy center with your palm pressing on your clit. This was what you wanted and craved all these long months. There was dripping spit from your lower lip wetting your top and all you could think was how you wished he was using your aching cunt this way instead. 

Grasping his leg with your free hand for stability was a bad idea.

Steve tumbled back into a pile of garbage bags, taking you with him. The momentum was enough to force his cock fully into your mouth and to set him off. Choking on his spunk finally gets your wits back, making you throw yourself away from him.

Seeing him laying there panting, blissed out with his johnson soft against his thigh makes you wish you were able to draw him like this. Coughing up the rest of his leavings, you stumble to your feet. Your legs are stiff from kneeling for so long, not to mention the tumble you took. You’d love to stay, to kiss that red mouth and comfort him, to keep the night going until you were both shaking like leaves in the wind. But this had to be enough.

You wipe the slick from your hand onto your borrowed pants (maybe you’ll leave a quarter instead) and start backing away. Your foot falls rouse steve. “Wait! Stop, doll! Lemme-” 

You turned around and said in a quavering voice, “If you get up….. I’ll shoot you!” You didnt sound convincing to your own ears let alone his, so you picked up the pace. “This was fun,” you smirked as you pick up your bag and satchel. “Dont look for me. Just forget me, lover.”

“...I don't think I can do that doll. Not now, not never”

“Well...try!”

Seeing him fumble for the blind fold, you turn and take off. He shouts something at you but the hammering of your heart in your ears blocks it out. You run to the back of the shelling factory where you work and take out the bag of clothes you had hidden behind a large drain pipe. You stashed the stolen clothes and Bernice into the satchel. You'd come back for it all after your shift tomorrow. Sneaking around the front of the building, you blended in with the night time workers getting off and huddling together near the bus stop. Once you were on it and safely on the way home you lost it. It started as giggles which earned you a few looks, so you tried to muffle yourself so you didn't look like a cook. By the time your stop came, you were hit with a wave of euphoria and giggling like you belonged in a Looney bin. You did it! You pulled it off. Crashing into your bed you wondered….how soon could you do it again?

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It had been a year since your stint as a would be “burglar”. You had stopped trailing your sweet artist man. You'd attempted to keep your little hobby going, but it was obvious he was now looking for you. 

You had walked past that fateful alley once to relive your triumph and had almost run into his big brown haired friend. Apparently Stevie himself had been frequenting this spot and was starting to worry his buddy. “You don't get it, buck. I gotta find her! I need to-” Stevie would exclaim. 

“You dont even know what this hellion looks like rogers,” the brown haired friend replied. “How you gonna sniff her out from any ol’ dame!” 

“I’ll know its her buck. I’m not lettin this go!” From the mouth of the alley standing in the shadows, you made the decision. Things were getting too hot and your mother was pressing you even harder lately. It was time to skip town. Thankfully, with a war on, the army was desperate enough to take in negro gals with skills. Your mom was a nurse and her mother before her; you'd grown up learning to heal and help. With a bribe to your cousin who worked at Saint Catherine’s in the colored ward, you had the papers to prove you had a background as a nurse. Soon enough, you were taken on as a field nurse. The Front lines of war were worse than any picture shown at the cinema, but thankfully you weren’t there for much of the action, only after, when all the bodies of torn up soldiers were hauled into camp and the nurses were rushed out to save as many as they could. 

Today was a calmer day than you'd seen in awhile. There was even gonna be an ssr show with the fabled Captain America coming. Your group of nurses who had seen some of the worst of the war were sent in to the 107th infantry a fortnight ago. There had been some sort of ambush and half of the soldiers were killed with a significant amount still in need of care. As bad as you'd like the distraction of a morale show, you had too much on your plate and decided to skip it.

After doing your rounds through the urgent care tents, you almost crash into a brick house of a man you don't recognize from your time with this regiment. “Sorry, sir. It won't happen again,” you mumble, ready to keep going on your rounds. But his clutch on your wrist isn't budging. He shakes you a little and you look up with a grimace. His eyes were a big wide blue and his hanging fringe seemed …familiar. Moving faster than you could see, he snatched your cap away, pins and all, ignoring your pained gasp. Through your spilling coils of hair you saw an almost feral smile spread across his face.

“It's you! I fucking found you! Here of all places!”

Your chest was starting to feel tight the more you stared into his eyes and beaming toothy smile. But it couldn't be. Not him… not here! How had he changed! Your thoughts racing, you attempt to thrash and race away. To where you had no clue; you were in a foregin country with a war raging around you, but the need to run away and not face this was strong. But he was stronger.

“No, doll. Your days of running are over. No gun to ward me off this time. I've got a private tent….we need some time alone, you and I. Yeah, lots of private time.”

With that he begins to drag you through the silent encampment while you prayed to every ancestor and god listening: "Please god! Please let him be the same size down there as before! I don't know if I’ll survive if it all got bigger!”

@sapphirescrolls!!! I did it

Run This Town: Chapter Seven

Summary: In this city: money talks and respect means everything. One wrong move and you could never be heard from again.

The Wooden family are the head of the table. They provide the city with everything they need and have their hands in every politicians wallet. If you’re smart, you’ll watch how you move around their city.

New in town, Lu Xin Lee has his eyes set on becoming a big name. Coming from San Francisco, the name Wooden means nothing to him but he’ll have to learn respect quickly if he wants to be successful and even better, alive.

Army vet, James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes has learned that his country that he fought so hard to “protect” has no intentions of truly repaying him the way he deserves. He finds himself venturing into a new career path that is the opposite of where he once stood.

Y/N Wooden is the heir to the family business. Her mother and father, Nia and Angel, gave her all the tools she’d need to succeed them once they retire from the game for good. Until then, she’s just going to have fun.

Warnings: 18+, alcohol & drug use, cheating, smut, depictions of violence, PTSD, slow burn

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It Happened-Why now?

Chapter 1

Word Count: 4263

You opened your bleary eyes, blinking back to try and adjust them to the amount of sunlight coming in through the blinds. The twinge of a slight headache was coming just behind your eyes. After rubbing the last of sleep away from your eyes, you look around to get a bearing on your location. You know this isn’t your room, the room you and your husband share together. You smile as the thought of your 6’2, blond hair, Greek god bodied, 100-watt smile having, deepest ocean blue-eyed husband came to mind. You turned in bed to see the body next to you, “WTF???” you think to yourself, the body next to you isn’t your husband’s.

This body that ran 6’0, bodybuilder chested, with the recognizable metal limb lazily draped over your torso. The body turned in its still sleeping nature, adjusting its position, finally giving you the other half of your betrayal…your hands clasped to your mouth as you starred into the face of the other love of your life…James Buchanan Barnes. You jump back in bed and almost tumble to the floor, while trying to quiet the sobs that wrecked through your chest, as the salt stream that ran down your face the night before returned with a vengeance.

Months back when Steve arrived at the tower with James in tow, your fellow Avengers (minus Natasha who’d been on a mission for just over a week at the time) had been for the most part welcoming aside from Tony keeping his distance to an already distant man, who didn’t speak unless he deemed it necessary. But when Steve had asked for your help with erasing what Hydra did to him mentally, you ran at the chance. I mean it was obvious to you and maybe one other person that you were smitten by him at first glance.

So, you did everything in your literal power to help remove the triggers HYDRA put in place to activate James into the Winter Soldier. The more time you spent together, the more he would open up to you and Steve, and then eventually the others. The closer you, and he got he’d asked you to call him Bucky, his arm would linger a little longer after hugs, until the day you finally stopped wimping out and initiated you’re the first kiss with him. It was absolute magic, on your part, you’d been afraid that he might not be on the same level of liking you as you were to him.

Of course, all those thoughts had disappeared as Bucky whispered into your ear after your kiss, “I’ve always thought about what my name would sound like falling from your lips in, as I bury my cock inside the softest place on earth.”

When he pulled back to look into your eyes, you grabbed his hand and ran to your room. Slamming the door shut, you both attacked each other with such fervor, that was the first time you and Bucky had sex, but it wasn’t the last. There were broom closets, bathrooms, and numerous places that had seen themselves marked by you and his sexcapades. But for every one of those, there were even more stolen kisses, cuddles and I love you’s to boot. It seemed weird that this was happening so fast, you two had only known each other for 3 months and dating for 2, when it all became too good to be true. One name ruined and crumpled your whole world in just a few days.

Natasha

You, Bucky and the team were all eating breakfast in the common room when Natasha walked in from the mission she’d been on since before Bucky’s arrival. Everyone had been enthusiastic in greeting her, except your Bucky, he’d stood up and looked up at her as if he’d seen a ghost.

“Natalia?” he said in a clear Russian accent you’d only heard when he moaned Russian curse words during your lovemaking.

“Jacob?” Natasha replied with her own Russian accent, and eyes just as wide as Bucky’s were.

Everyone around the table just stared at the two in confusion, until he walked up to Natasha and pulled her body flush to his in a passionate kiss. Talk about a gut punch, you dropped the bowl you were eating out of, it hit the ground in a loud splintering fashion, the sound broke their kiss and brought everyone’s attention to you, you looked around at your teammates in embarrassment. Their looks of shock and pity were too much, you didn’t think you’d run out of a place so fast in your life.

You didn’t come out of your room for the rest of the day, even when either Bucky or Steve knocked on your door intermittently. The next morning as you opened your door you found Bucky sitting there looking up at you ashamed at what he’d done. He’d begged you to let him come in so he could explain to you why he did what he did, telling you the story of how he and Natasha met and fell in love, and when she was taken away from him, as she was arranged to marry Alexi Shostakov, a high ranking official in the KGB and that he was removed as her trainer at the Red Room. When he finished his tale he apologized to you and made passionate love to you. If only you had known that, that would be the last time you all would make truly be together.

Bucky began to withdraw from you, making excuses about being tired or needing to train. Whenever you did get a chance to catch up to him he was always with Natasha. She made no secret of her intentions, as you always found her touching him in some shape or form. You finally assumed that if he didn’t say he was breaking up with you, you two were still officially together.

So, you let him be, gave him the space he showed from his actions that he needed. You even kept the faith when he had started telling you that he would sleep in his own room instead of yours. Oh, but the final nail in the coffin came when you woke one night and couldn’t go back to sleep, so you changed into your work out gear and headed to the gym, only to find upon walking in, Bucky pinning Natasha to the wall, with her legs on his arms, pulverizing her cunt. You quietly backed out and returned to your room and cried yourself to sleep.

When Bucky came to your room that morning you were shocked and angry, he’d told you he knew that you had walked in on him and Natasha making love. That’s exactly what the fuck he called it, “making love.” If you could have ripped his tongue from his mouth at that very moment, you would have. He told you that she was his first love, and that they were getting married and that it wasn’t his intention to hurt you. You began to hyperventilate, and all you could remember was your world turning black as you passed out. You woke up alone in the dark, with pure pain in your heart.

Eventually, the rest of the team found out about the break-up, everyone mostly kept their 2 cents to themselves, not wanting to take sides. You remained in your room for a month held up in seclusion, not even coming out to eat as you lived off your stash of snacks and Gatorade. Conveniently you had missed their wedding during your self-enforced solitude.

Finally, Steve had had enough, he had Tony to disable the encryption lock on your room and came in and found you in your disheveled state. He told you how beautiful you were inside and out, and that you didn’t deserve to have what happened, happen to you, and that you shouldn’t let it stop you from living your life. He made you go take a shower and put on clean clothes, then took you out for a ride on his motorcycle. For the first time in a while you didn’t feel weighed down, you felt like you could breathe normally without any tightness in your chest.

Steve came like your knight in shining armor, whisking you away from the tower whenever possible. Trying to help you to get your mind off the pain and hurt you were feeling. It made getting over Bucky that much easier. Soon you were comfortable enough to be around your friends again, without sparing Bucky or Natasha a second glance. Steve felt he was ready to talk to Bucky about you. He’d asked his best friend if it was ok to ask you out on a date. Seeing you getting back to normal gave Steve the courage to finally ask you if you were willing to try love again, with him this time. You admitted to him you were scared and nervous, but you told him that you had been developing feelings for him and you were willing to try being in a relationship with him. He later told you that Bucky had given his blessing, but he wouldn’t tell you about the tick in Bucky’s jaw that he thought he might have imagined.

You and Steve continued to grow closer and closer, so much so that Tony and Sam would crack jokes about you two being joined at the hip, it made you both blush and everyone laugh. You two beamed at each other with his arms wrapped around your waist and your back held snuggly against his chest. You two were in LOVE and everyone knew it. Even though you made it your duty not to look into Bucky's direction at all, it allowed you to miss the unsavory look that crossed his face whenever someone mentioned you and Steve as a couple. Not to mention the rolled eyes and glares he’d shoot in your and Steve’s direction whenever you two were in plain sight.

It had been 6 months since your mental recess after your break up with Bucky and 3 months since you and Steve had started dating when you had finally been cleared to go on missions.  On your first mission back, you were obviously excited to go even though you had to be partnered with Bucky, you bounced around in your seat like a child headed to Disney World. With this mission being a HYDRA base you were his mental shield away from any trigger words that would be hauled at him, even having to be stuck with him couldn’t put a damper on your spirits. Steve even pulled you to the side before you all exited the Quinjet to tell you to get your nerves in check, and you reassured him that you were fine, giving him a quick peck on the lips and turned to walk off the jet. You hadn’t noticed the worried glance he and Bucky shared as they exited behind the rest of the team.

You’d gotten overzealous once you all were in the field, and while shielding Bucky, you hadn’t seen the HYDRA grunt that was waiting in the rafter above you two. You were shot three times once in the neck and twice in the torso, Steve was there when you woke up and told you what happened, how you’d been in a coma for over a week and had coded twice through your infirmary stay. He told you how much he loved you and how scared he was that he was going to lose you, you could see the worry in his eyes. Everyone came by after you had come out of your coma, even Bucky came by apologizing for not doing more to protect you, but you had assured him that it wasn’t his fault. You two seemed to be in an okay place now.

The day they discharged you, Steve helped you back to your room and surprised you with a proposal, telling you he didn’t want either one of you leaving this earth without being able to call each other husband and wife. You’d happily said yes, and the two of you were married two days later at Cupid’s chapel in the Lower East Side. All your teammates were there, with Bucky as the Best Man and Pepper as your maid of honor. It was the happiest moment of your lives, and yet not everyone shared your sentiment as you would soon find out.

Some 2 months later, you and Steve were still basking in your newlywed bliss, when the team was being sent on another HYDRA mission, you and Bucky were automatically excluded because of you still recovering and his vulnerability to the Winter Soldier’s trigger words. For once you were happy that you didn’t have to go on the mission, as you had been feeling weird and fatigued. You helped Steve pack his bag and you both snuggled extra tight into each other the night before the team left. The next morning you walked Steve to the ship bay and kissed him deeply telling him to come back to you safely. "I will, I love you, baby," he said as he hugged and kissed you once more. You watched him walk up the ramp into the ship, "Steve..." you called out to him. He turned around to face you. "I love you, Daddy," you waved at him. As if you thought his smile couldn't get any bigger, it did.

The first two days you chose to stay in your room secluded, but on that third day, you couldn’t take it anymore. So, you ventured out to the common area to watch tv, you hadn’t expected to run into Bucky, who was laying on one of the couches. You turned to walk back to your room, but Bucky called out to you. Asking you to stay, this was the first time you two had been alone since your stay at the infirmary. You’d asked if he ate yet to break the awkward silence, and decided to order food for the two of you when the food arrived you both ate in silence, this time Bucky spoke up first. He’d told you how sorry he was that you had been hurt in the field and that he was happy that you and Steve found each other with a smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. You’d told him thank you, and that although he’d shown you what heartache was, it had made you realize what true love really was with Steve. You’d thought for a second that you’d seen hurt in his eyes after your comment, but you’d shrugged it off as your mind playing tricks on you. James apologized for hurting you, and you’d told him it was water under the bridge.

He grabbed your hand and asked you to dance with him since you didn’t have a wedding reception to dance at. You hesitated for a second but, decided to oblige him. When he asked JARVIS to play, You Belong to Me by Jo Stafford, you’d began to pull away but he’d held you in place, asking you to humor him. As the song went on he pulled you closer or was it that you came closer willingly. As the song ended you went to pull back but he had his arms around your waist, you looked up at him and there was a look in his eyes, you couldn’t describe but then he kissed you. Kissing then led to fondling, Bucky carried you to your old bedroom, tossing you on the bed. He quickly removed your shirt and ripped off your bra, planting kisses on your jaw and neck, working his way to your breasts. He released your nipples to quickly do away with his own clothes, standing there looking like an ancient coliseum fighter.

You knew it was wrong, but you didn’t stop it, you indulged in it. Every tender kiss, the gentle tug of your skin, he made you lay back, sliding your shorts off just as swiftly as he did your bra. He kissed your legs, starting from the ankle on down, from their position in the air, taking one leg in each hand and spreading them out from a “V” formation until they were spread as far as they could go. He dived in feverishly, lapping at your entrance, sliding the tip of his tug up to your clit and giving the expert tongue flicks he know you loved, knowing it would get you to a quick release. Within minutes you were coming undone, moaning loudly and biting the back of your wrist to keep from saying anything else. You looked down at him, watching him pant as he wiped off his mouth with his hand and licked the remnants of your juices off his palm. He climbed up your body slowly, kissing you deeply, as though he were trying to reach the back of your mouth.

He pulled back for air, “Baby I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you. I still love you.” You huffed, trying to steady your breath before the tears spilled over the brim of your eyes. “I love you too, I really wish I didn’t, but I do.” He looked down to where he still had you spread eagle, rubbing his throbbing cock in his flesh hand, he put it into your welcoming entrance and pushed in ever so slightly only allowing the tip in. Your breath hitched at the feeling. He looked back up at your face, “Then why did you sleep with my best friend…” he slammed into your pussy, filling you to the hilt and then slowly retreating, stopping just at the tip. Your breath hitched at the unexpected force of entry.

“Huh Y/N, why did you half to go and marry Steve?”, he slammed into your slippery pussy again, repeating his retreat again only to slam into you again.

“You could have chosen anybody else in the world? Why Stevie?” he groaned feeling the effects of his own actions against your soaking sex.

You didn’t answer him, closing your eyes and putting your middle finger on your clit, focusing on reaching your orgasm. He slapped your hand away and continued rubbing your clit while ramming his cock inside of you.

“You were mine, doll. Not his, you had no right giving him my pussy, much less taking that man’s last name.”

“You were supposed to have my last name," he said moaning and picking the pace as he pistoned in and out of you.

You glared up at him, finally deciding to reply to his ludicrous remarks with a weird calm “Well you chose your Mrs. Barnes, what does it matter that I am Mrs. Rogers?” smirking up at him. He gave you an ice-cold stare and reached the distance up your body, quickly wrapping his metal hand around your throat and slightly tightened his grip. Your eyes got wide,

Was he really doing this now? Is this how my husband is going to find me, my dead naked body strangled by his best friend?, you mentally asked yourself.

Bucky maintained his hold on you, leaning over and whispering in your ear,

“You’re right doll, it doesn’t matter if you are legally tied to him, or that I am legally tied to Natalia, it will always be my cock and lip service you think about when he is sexing you, and it will always be your sweet pussy and beautiful mouth that I dream about when I am fucking her.”

Maybe it was the possessive nature of his words that did it, but you came like never before, your pussy fluttering around his cock, brought on his own orgasm, making his cum fly into you in droves as you felt his cock twitch inside you.

He collapsed on top of you, the only sounds filling the room were the pants from both your bodies trying to get more oxygen. He rolled to your left side and pulled your limp body into his right side, kissing you on top of the head. With your head on his chest, you looked up into his eyes, and found him staring back into yours.

“You will always be mine, and I will always be yours doll.”

He gave you another deep passionate kiss, and then grabbed your leg and placed it on top of his thighs. Sleep captured you both shortly thereafter.

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So, here you were the morning after, looking out the window and regretting how you’ve hurt your husband and his wife. Contemplating how you were going to explain your stolen moment.  

You didn’t hear Bucky get up from the bed or approach you until he startled you out of your thoughts by wrapping his arms around your waist. “It’s morning”, you said not looking back at him. “I know doll, the sun kind of confirmed that already, he turned you to face him. The chuckle at his own joke dying off as he saw the tears and worry in your face.

“Doll what’s wrong?  He searched your eyes with fear in his own.

“Bucky we just made love to each other, but we both belong to someone else, and you’re asking me what’s wrong?”

You laughed hysterically, turning your back to Bucky, “That’s what’s wrong with me…I am pregnant and violated my marriage just so you could belong to me for just one night…what type of mother am I going to be?”

Bucky crossed the short distance between you two and spun you around to face him.

“You’re pregnant (Y/N)? His eyes wide and searching yours.

“Yea I checked the health app on my phone yesterday, not realizing my cycle was late and took a home pregnancy test.” You smiled and wiped away some of your tears, “Your best friend is going to be a father, Bucky.”

“Y/N you gotta be shitting me?” Anger crossed his face.

“I made love to you for as long as we were together, I always gave you my seed and you never got pregnant. And now you’re standing here telling me my Best friend, who stole my girl, has knocked her up?”

He shook his head, a frown crossing his face,

“No doll, you have to get rid of it.”

You scoffed, “Bucky you left me remember?" "You didn’t even have the decency to break up with me before you fucked Natasha. You made love to her while we were still together.” Tears had begun to flow down your face with anger and hurt coursing through your veins. “You cheated on ME!!!”, you yelled at him. “You made her your wife, not me…I was not good enough for that position in your eyes, but Steve saw that I was, so please tell me again why I can’t give my husband the child he deserves?”

Bucky dropped to his knees in front of you, wrapping his arms around your legs, “I told you last night doll, you belong to me and I to you.”

He looked up to your face, tears dropping from his eyes, with honest to God hurt in them. “That should be my seed growing inside of you, mine Y/N.” He pulled back to look at your belly, “Not Steve’s.”

Tears began to fall from your eyes as you looked down at Bucky.

“We can still do this Y/N, after you have Steve’s baby, you can have mine”, you looked at him incredulously as he continued rambling, “It’s only right Y/N, you were mine first, you are still mine, even Steve knows it deep down inside.” “You don’t have to leave him, he will think the baby is his even though it is mine.”

You tried to pull away from Bucky, he was talking crazy. “Bucky stop, you’re being irrational, I have a husband.” You shook your head furiously, “I can’t be in your life, you gotta go home to your wife.”

He raised up off his knees, and pulled you in close, glaring at you as he spoke through gritted teeth,

“If you won’t have my child, I’ll tell Steve all about our night, sharing each other’s love.”

You looked up at Bucky shocked, your voice barely above a whisper,

“You wouldn’t? You would lose Natasha as well.”

Bucky smiled in a criminally insane fashion, “If I have to be miserable why shouldn’t, everyone else?”

You searched his eyes for resolve but couldn’t find any. You pulled away this time quickly before his grip could tighten to keep you in place.

“You’re still intent on hurting me, just like you did when you cheated on me with Natasha.”

Bucky tried to stop your rant, “Y/N I told you I…”, but you raised your hand up to cut him off,

“My love why can’t you see, how loving you is killing me…” tears dropped from your eyes again. “Bucky, baby I can’t take it anymore.”

You walked towards the door to exit, he tried to pursue, but you held up your hand again halting him.

“If you ever really cared about me, if you really love me like you say you do, then let me keep my happiness.” You walked over to him, kissing him passionately, but brief, you wiped the last remaining tears from your eyes and said,

“If you meant what you said last night, then always remember the lovely night we had and know that I am always yours, and you are always mine. You backed away leaving him there and walked out of the room.

edit: I add another one

oh what could have been

who is endgame steve? i don’t know him