Lovebug

She then came to her decision "yeah… never mind, Natasha can do this." And with that, the two girls walked out of there friends room, and headed down the hall of the avengers tower.

"Morning guys." Sam Wilson looked up from his cereal greeting the two girls as they entered the kitchen.

"Morning." Maddie responded as she sat down in a stool in front of both him and Steve Rogers.

Steve then noticed that something was missing. "Where's yelena?" He asked, noticing she wasn't with the girls.

Sam let out a dry chuckle "Do you even need to ask that question?" He in an obvious tone and rolled his eyes before taking a sip of his juice.

Steve then titled his head to look back over at the girls. "I thought i told you guys to wake her?" He asked them, knowing it was training day and Yelena needs to be awake.

Maddie scrunched her brows. "Why is that our job?" Maddie asked. Kate looked over at him as she waited for an answer.

"Because your her friends." he answered.

"Yeah.... and we'd like to keep it that way." Kate said back as she sat next to Maddie and took the cereal box beside Sam.

"I mean, in there defence... Yelena is kinda crazy." Sam said as he took the girls side.

"Who's crazy?" Thor asked as he walked into the room and joined in the conversation.

Maddie looked over at the god. "hey big man." She kindly said, and he smiled brightly.

"Hello there my favourite midgardian." he said as he walked by and ruffled her hair.

"Rude." Kate said totally offended as she poured her cheerios into a glass bowl.

"Anyways, whos crazy? who are we speaking about?" Thor asked as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

"we're talking about Yelena." Steve answered.

The god let out a laugh "oh yes. she is indeed crazy." Thor agreed.

Sam looked over at steve. "See? told you." He said with his hand gestured over to thor, who just helped prove his point. Steve however just shook his head in response.

"Where's nat?" Maddie questioned next

"Her and Barton went to meet with Fury." Steve informed her.

"ha. that sucks for them." Kate said as she laughed a little bit. Everyone knew meetings with anyone at shield were the worst. you basically just sit there while fury talks and talks and talks.

"Ya... and for us, now who's gonna wake yelena?" Maddie asked her friend. The five of them sat and stood in silence for a few seconds.... until sam got an idea.

An idea that he really liked.

"Bucky!" Sam yelled really loud, and started marching down the hall, headed towards buckys room.

Steve quickly realized his friend was up to no good. "Oh no." He said before following him.

Maddies face lit up. "oh this is gonna be good." The girl said a little too exited. Her and Kate exchanged glances before rushing up to follow the boys down the hall to Buckys room.

"Bucky!" Sam said as he entered buckys room... only to see that the man wasn't there.

Kates excitement turned into disappointment. "well that's disappointing." She said as the four of them stared at Buckys silent empty room.

"what are you guys looking at?" they all heard. The two girls squeeled in fright and turned around to see bucky standing behind them all.

Maddie let out a sigh of relief. "Jesus, why are you so quiet?" She asked the man in front of her. He just smirked.

"I'm gonna get you a little bell for christmas." She added half joking.

"Why are you guys here." Bucky asked the group of people suspicious of their intentions.

"I have a proposition." Sam informed the man with a big evil smirk spread across his face.

"No." Bucky said blankly, and scooted by them to enter his room.

Maddie tried to save it. “It comes with a catch!” She adds quickly.

Sam turned his head and looked down at the girl confused. "It does?" He questioned, and she just nudged him in the arm as a response, hinting to go along with it.

Luckily he got the hint.

"I mean— it does!" He said again, correcting his tone this time. Steve just stood there, still shaking his head, and Kate stood there watching, excited for what was about to happen.

Bucky sat down on his bed. "go on." He said intrigued as he waited for her to continue.

"We will pay you 20 bucks to wake Yelena up right now." She said as she got straight to the point. Bucky sat there and thought about it for a few seconds, debating on if any money was really worth the wrath of a grumpy Yelena.

"Fifty." he said back, trying to negotiate for more money. Everyone else in the room looked over at Maddie as they waited for her choice.

"Thirty." she responded, then everyone looked over at Bucky again, heads turning with every response.

"Forty. final offer." he said to her.

She smiled.

"You've got a deal barnes." she said as she extended her arm and put her hand out for him to shake, and he did the same.

Truth was, she would've done it for Fifty.

That's the benefit of being the daughter of Tony Stark.

She can spend as much money on stupid things as her heart desires.

Like paying a super solider to go and wake up her grumpy Russian assassin best friend.

"Miss stark, you father is requesting to see you in his lab." Jarvis interrupted the arrangement going on.

Maddie hung her head back in annoyance and rolled her eyes letting a light whine. "Tell him i'll be down soon Jarvis." She told the AI.

"He says it's urgent." Jarvis responded. She just groaned and rolled her eyes again.

"Are you kidding me. Why now? Why?." She asked as she walked away completely annoyed that she’s missing the fun she she’s paying for, and headed down to her fathers lab.

"oooo someone's in trouble!" sam teased as she walked out of the room. She raised her arm and gave him the finger as she walked away.

"Hey!" Steve yelled in a stern voice. Maddie just giggled and kept walking.

Thor looked over at the girl from his seat him the kitchen. "Have fun lady Maddison." He said with a smile as he ate his pop tart.

Maddie smiled back. "Thank you thor." She said back to him, and went down stairs.

Tony stood in his lab with Bruce as they talked about there current project, but quickly shut up once he heard his daughter open the door to enter his lab. "There she is." He said as he gestured at Maddie.

"Hey Maddie." Bruce said as he quickly looked up from his computer, and then looked right back down.

She smiled back. "Hi Bruce."

"I'm glad your here." Tony said to her as he leaned up against his lab table, arms crossed.

"I'm not. i was busy." She said back to him, still annoyed that she didn't get to witness Bucky waking up Yelena.

He didn't care, and instead just continued what he was trying to say. "What are you doing later?" He asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. I think Kate wants to go out or something." She answered.

"cancel your plans." He said flatly.

She furrowed her eyebrows at his comment. "What? why?" she asked confused.

"We have a new member joining today. I'd like you to show them around, help them get settled." He informed his daughter.

And that made Maddies face lit up. "Is it a girl? please tell me it's a girl." she asked excitedly, getting her hopes up that another girl would maybe join the team.

"It is.... not a girl." He told her, and just like that, her excitement was gone.

"Lame. There are too many guys here." She complained. Bruce smirked as he listened to the two of them.

Tony once again decided to ignore her snarky comment. "cool so i'll let you know when he's here." The girls father said before walking back over to bruce.

"What are you guys doing anyways?" y/n asked them curiously, trying to walk over and see what they’re doing.

Tony just stands in front of her stopping her. "That's top secret information." Tony said back.

She frowned fakely. "You’re no fun." She once again complained, and turned to start walking out of the lab.

"And i love you too dear!" Tony said in a fake sweet tone before she walked out the door, and it closed behind her.

He tried to stay out of sight and out of mind. He didn’t want to upset you any more than he already had, and he didn't want to jinx himself. But Gator couldn’t live with himself if something happened to you, so during his patrol, he kept watch on you. You were leaving the grocery store, helping your mom load the truck. That’s when you suddenly turned your head, your gaze met his from across the parking lot.

Gator was sporting a new bruise, purple painting his right jawline. A flicker of concern burned in your chest. He watched the shuddering breath escape you before tearing your gaze off of him. And just like that, you’ve evaded him again. 

— — —

On the third Sunday, you decided it was time for the silence to end. You had to hand it to Gator for trying to give you some space. But you couldn’t drone on like this; you needed an answer, though you weren’t sure if you would come to like what you would discover. 

It was by dumb luck that it appeared Roy and his brood of farmhands had taken to the town for the night. Not even Karen and the twins were home, likely visiting her family for Sunday dinner. Gator’s black truck was parked in front of the barn that he had turned into his own place. You slammed the door to your car shut as you stomped towards the structure. 

The sky was grey, more so than it usually was after storm season. Maybe it was a sign of warning, maybe it was the fault of a shitty meteorologist — who really knew?

Your heels clicked against the wood of his porch, and the dangling wind chime sang with each breeze that passed through the ranch. It was far too silent here. It had been too silent for too long. 

“Tillman!” You called through the door, “We gotta have it out!”

The deadbolt clicked, followed by the door lock. Sun dipped into the cracked front door, revealing a sliver of Gator, ungelled hair falling into his eyes. His dark gaze skimmed over your frame once, as if he was second-guessing whether you were really there. 

In the silence, he opened the door enough for you to enter. 

“So now I’m getting the silent treatment?” You quickly accused as you followed Gator back into his bedroom.

Gator released a heavy exhale from his nose, “Well, you made it pretty clear that you want nothing to do with me. And you’re welcome, by the way.”

His tone made you scoff, “For what exactly?”

“For getting Roy off y’er ass.”

“And how long is that gonna last?” You questioned, eyes tracing over his bedroom walls. It had changed in small ways. The ‘Don’t Tread on Me’ Flag over his bed had been replaced by a standard American flag, and there were certainly fewer magazine photos of the Sports Illustrated models than there once were. 

“Please, I’m fuckin’ trying, alright,” He scoffed defensively, “And its not like you’re the most rational person either recently.”

“It ain’t rational to do or say half the shit you’ve done.”

“I didn’t mean it! Okay?!” Gator snapped, but refused to meet your gaze when he yelled, “Fuck!”

“Then why say all the shit in the first place?” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. 

Gator felt defeated as he turned away from you and stalked over to the closet.

“I ain’t good with words. You know that better than anyone. At least you're supposed to,” He remarked. 

Gator yanked the tank top over his head, tossing it to the already overflowing laundry hamper. That’s when you noticed the faint brown outline on his right shoulder blade, freckles speckled across his upper back from years of working in the sun. Gator reached for a black shirt to pull on, but stopped when he felt your fingertips hover over his skin. You traced over the smaller handprint, then stretched your hand to press against it. The skin warmed, and you could feel the tingling sensation, one that couldn’t be interpreted as anything but the truth. By whatever trick or blessing from the universe, you were tethered to each other. 

“When I said that I could take care of you, I meant for it to come out… different than it did,” He sighed, turning around to face you, “Vows talk about being together in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and I just wanted you to know that while I am not a great man, I will do everything in my power to protect you. That’s somethin’ that’s never changed.”

“And if I were to accept any of this, I’m supposed to adopt the role of the subservient wife?” You bared your teeth, “To continue the Tillman fiction?”

He harshly exhales from his nose, cooling himself, “I— Yes? No! I— I just want you to be my wife and live whatever life we want together. And not on the ranch. I’ll buy some land, build you a house with my own two hands. I just want a life together. Because no matter what bullshit this town and my father have thrown at me, you’re the only thing that has been real.”

Your brows furrowed in contemplation at his words as you tried to deflect, “Careful, you might say something you mean.”

Gator takes a half step forward. He wanted to move closer, brush his fingertips in a sweet caress over the curve of your jaw. Yet he stopped himself, not without you noticing the twitch of movement. He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing, “And if I do mean it?”

You swallowed despite the dryness of your throat. 

“C’mon,” Gator sighed, slipping on the t-shirt and reaching for a baseball cap to throw on, “I wanna take you somewhere.”

He’s already started down the hall before you can answer.

“And I should trust that this ain’t a trap?” Your tone was less hostile, but neither of you addressed that. 

Gator released a breathless chuckle, “If I ain’t done it yet, what makes you think I’m gonna try and succeed now?”

He snagged his keys off the kitchen counter before holding open the front door. When it's silent, his eyes drift back over your waiting frame in the hallway, “Do I have t’ carry you now too?”

— — —

Of all the places in Leigh, you didn’t expect Gator to bring you to church. Sure, you missed quite a few Sundays, but that didn’t mean anything. Gator had never really been one to turn to the Lord, so your arrival here didn’t add up in your mind. 

Gator watched appreciatively at the way your nose scrunched at the realization, anticipation buzzing in his chest. Your eyes cut over to him, “What’d you bring me here for? Because I keep missing the service?”

“I ain’t judging you for your lack of attendance,” He hummed, “Let he who is without sin among you be the first to throw a stone at her, or whatever the verse is.”

“Or whatever the verse is,” You mimicked him and rolled your eyes, “Don’t act stupid, Gator. Y’know I hate when ya do that shit.”

Gator parked the truck where he typically would for Sunday morning service, pulling the keys from the ignition. He quickly slid out, and you went to do the same, but he pressed the lock on his key fob. 

Once he had rounded the truck to your side, Gator tugged the door open for you. Your eyes passed over him with a skeptical glance, “What are you doing?”

“I’m being a gentleman and holding the door open for you,” He smirked as he offered you his hand to grab. 

“After repeatedly locking it on me?”

“You ain’t exactly good at stayin’ still, darlin’, or listen t’ me,” Gator emphasized the movement by flicking his gaze between your eyes and his open palm. You accepted it, feigning reluctance. 

As Gator led you through the church yard, he steered away from the main chapel and meeting hall. Instead, he guided you towards the playground. His thumb occasionally grazed over your knuckles, like he was savoring the sensation of being allowed to hold your hand. 

The playground grass was overgrown, a sign of early summer, and the wind rustled through the tips. The playground equipment was more rusted on the old bolts, but still just as sturdy. Your favorite swing had definitely seen better days, with graffiti littering the plastic seat.

Gator was quiet as he soaked in the scene. Some of the clouds' gray parted, shedding golden rays down below. The tension seemed to dissipate from his body. 

“You gonna tell me why we’re here, Tillman?” You hummed, breaking the gentle silence.

“Because it's the only place my daddy wouldn’t think to look for us,” He turned to face you, gingerly grabbing your other hand, “And because this is where I realized I loved you. And as you said, we gotta have it out…”

Gator took a half step back and slowly lowered down onto one knee, “I’m shit with words, that’s no secret. And it can no longer keep it a secret that you’ve lived persistently in the forefront of my mind for the past two months, and for the past twenty-five years. Maybe we didn’t know that we were bound together by some greater force, but I think somewhere deeper, we always knew.”

He took a shuddering breath, “I don’t want you t’ live in the Tillman shadow. I don’t want to become my father. But I don’t want t’ live without you. So I say we go, together. No shotgun weddings and strange arrangements. You never liked Stark County, so let’s start a life somewhere new.”

“Gator…” Your lips parted in surprise at this earnestness of his words. 

“I wasn’t joking earlier when I said I’d build ya a house on land we own. I’d move the Earth for ya if ya asked,” Gator moved back to his feet, stepping forward until you two were chest to chest. His lips grazed over yours as he spoke, “All ya have t’ do is ask…”

Your eyes remained focus on his, “And so? Where would we go?”

Gator hummed, as if he expected the question, “The Twin Cities, Montana, or as far south as Texas, if ya wanted.”

You mulled over his proposal, trying the find the holes, “I’m surprised that you didn’t whip outta ring while you were down on one knee.”

“I could if ya’d like,” Gator chuckled, something nostagically boyish in its sound, “I’ve been keeping it in my pocket since our little diner date.”

Your eyes widened and you leaned back slightly to seriously look at him, “Gator, don’t joke about that.”

He slowly raised your left hand in tandem with his right, palm pressed to warm palm. His eyes remained focused on yours, even when his hand briefly pulled back to procure the ring from his pocket. With practiced precision, Gator placed the ring on your ring finger, before pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles, “I’m your’s for as long as you’ll have me.”

Finally, you tore your eyes from his own intense gaze, opting to assess the ring instead. It was a simple silver band for an oval shaped diamond of a small cut. Something practical and timeless.

Gator shyly squeezed at your other hand, “It ain’t the shiniest thing, but I know you ain’t that type. Plus, it belong to my momma so—

Before Gator could get another word out, you surged forward to press your lips to his. The kiss was just as affectionate as it was needy, grabbing each other like something unknown force would separate you. But Gator wouldn’t allow that to happen — never again.

Steve Harrington was nothing short of a dotting boyfriend, buying you anything you desired that was in his realm of abilities to acquire.

He was also incredibly pleasing, fucking you into the mattress every night like a boyfriend should. No boy your age could do what he did, though, none had enough experience or consideration.

His large hands stripped you of your clothes as if you were a doll to reveal your soft, glowing skin. He admired you like he always did, like the art you were to him.

You sighed when he flipped you onto your stomach and lifted your hips, sliding a pillow under to keep them up, when is skilled hands massaged your back because he knows it gets sore.

Fingers dipped into you and made you whimper into his silk pillowcases that were obscenely expensive; that was something men his age spent their hard earned money on that young men wouldn’t even think about.

“That’s a good girl. Such a sweetheart for me, hm?” He cooed, scissoring inside you. “Y’like when I play with you? When I help you take my cock?”

His words made your stomach turn with anticipation and nerves every time. You nodded pitifully into the plush of his Hotel Collection pillows.

He laughed gently at your submission and left you empty, rubbing a couple fingers through your folds and spreading your slick around.

“Wanna get fucked now, princess?” His voice was so sweet and you could tell he was caring for you the way he was supposed to.

The best you could manage was a whimpered “yes” while he was ridding himself of his clothing. The floor almost looked like it had a carpet now, the fabric that you both shed covering the hardwood.

“Mm,” He hummed, sliding a hand down your back and pushing down to make it arch. “That’s it…”

He loved seeing your pretty body bend at his will, jerking himself off at the sight.

Its heavy landing on your slit made you whine softly, his cock nudging at your hole eagerly.

He didn’t ask to put it in, but that was okay because he knew you’d whine and squirm too much if you were anticipating it.

It hurt, tears brimmed your eyes as he stuffed himself inside you.

“C’mon…” He muttered to himself, focused.

You could feel it penetrating deeper and deeper, maybe even pushing your organs out of the way to make room.

When he bottomed out, he rubbed your hips soothingly. “Not too bad?”

“Not too bad” You echoed.

Glad that his baby was feeling okay, he stayed still and kneaded the skin of your sides, waiting for you to adjust.

His hips rocked gently at first, just getting himself going without putting himself on orgasm’s edge right away. He was lucky, always lasted and always got hard—a feat for a lot of men his age.

This was by far your favourite part, though. The shallow and slow thrusts always felt the best, his cock dragging over nerves you could never dream of reaching with your fingers. In contrast, the fast and deep ones usually made your stomach ache.

He fisted your hair and leaned over you, tipping your head to kiss you.

Chest flush to back, he started to properly fuck you, his cock digging deep into your body and abusing your poor cervix. He apologized as he did it, but he was enjoying himself too much to stop.

“M’sorry, sweet thing. I know it’s big, it is. You can do it, though, know you can… My strong girl, takin m’cock.”

Even with the seemingly selfish pace, he still made sure you came. His cock felt nice despite the blunt ache, but his fingertips pressing to and circling your clit were the catalysts. You tightened and pulse around his thick cock and he praised you for it.

His voice had you rolling your hips back to meet his hard but paced thrusts pathetically.

“Ya’ js’love my cock, don’tcha? Pretty princess, bent over f’me.” He pressed his thumbs into the skin of your lower back, his hands gripping your needy hips.

The moan that passed between his pink lips when he met his orgasm scattered your brain. You wished you could see his face.

Come soothed your spasming cunt and he pulled out, slapping his still mostly hard dick onto your tailbone, catching his breath.

He let it soften there before leaning back on his heels to watch some come drip out of your body. His thumb rubbed it curiously. You squirmed.

“Wipe me off, Stevie.” You demanded but he just thought you looked so cute that the tone didn’t come across stern at all.

“On it.”

The soft, moist towel felt so nice wiping the stickiness away and you sighed contentedly.

The towel was tossed to the laundry bin in the corner of the room and you were pulled into Steve’s arms under the duvet.

He kissed your head while you were snuggling up to his warm skin.

His body made for a great pillow and you were exhausted from getting fucked.

“G’night, Stevie…” You yawned.

“Night, princess.”

A/N: I was gonna have him be referred to as daddy in this but I chickened out 😬 is that something that you guys would want?? idk. lmk.

also this is like a filler (I guess?) while I work on longer stuff. I’m working on the full dilf!steve oneshot rn but it’s on track to be like 5k words which is a lot for me so I might save that for 100 followers. we’ll see…

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