#third eye ask

I am🤭

Steve had went into the bathroom to retrieve a wash cloth and when he returned to clean you, the bed was empty. Just rumbled sheets and a faint wetness in the spot you once laid in.

Then, he heard a loud squeal, “Stevie’s cream so warm—want to see?”

He has never ran faster in his life, not even when he was chasing Bucky through the tunnel after finding him in Bucharest.

The team stares, slack jawed as you slowly bend over, barely lifting Steve’s sweater before a large hand covers your ass. Steve presses you firmly against his bare chest, immobilizing your arms.

Sam coughs, “Steve—Uh, your… third leg—”

The blond turns bright red, quickly using you to cover his naked lower half. He stands there, bare as the day he was born, feet away from his friends.

“That’s not his leg—that’s Stevie’s cock.” You tilt your head.

Natasha laughs along with Sam, covering her face.

Tony closes his newspaper, “You almost missed it, Bambi was going to show us your cream.”

“Shut up.” The blond hisses, scooping you up as you squirm, muttering about feeling empty and sticky.

“Poor doll, you better fill her up again, punk.” Bucky smirks.

Steve ignores him and carries you back down the hall as the team cheers and whoops at his bare behind.

He knew he should have hauled you to your shared wing instead of getting down and dirty in one of the guest rooms. But, you were so needy, and practically grinding on him in front of everyone. He could smell your juices leaking onto his thigh, it was either the guest room or right there on the coffee table.

When the bedroom door shuts, muffling the loud cackles and teasing from his friends, Steve sets you on the bed again. He crawls over you, pinning your thighs apart.

Your breathy giggles turn into quiet gasps as he rubs his mess between your folds, “S-Stevie,”

“What have I told you about our special times,” he phrases differently, “you’re supposed to wait until I clean you up.”

“Was going to—but, cream leaving, wanted to show everyone because—ah!”

big fluffy boy is too big to climb the tree but that doesn’t me he won’t try !! and to answer all your questions: yes yes yes.

“Bambi, what are you doing with that?”

You huff, continuing to push the cat tree—it was so heavy! All because it was custom made by Tony to support thick boy Thumper (the diet has been working, but not that well bc how can you deny him treats when he’s all 🥺). “Thumper wants to see tree!”

“And? Why are you moving that?” Steve stands from where he was wrapping presents, the only reason you were allowed in the living room was because you promised not to tell the team about their gifts. “You’re wrinkling the carpet.”

“Ugh! Dumb carpet!” You stomp your foot, turning with a deep pout. “Stevie, please help.”

Steve cracks a smile and easily lifts the cat tree, following your directions on how close to place it to the fully decorated tree. “He might try to eat the tinsel if he’s this close.”

“He promised not to.”

Steve hums, not believing that one bit. “And where’s the big boy?”

“Hiding.” You drop down, peeking under the tree. Very faintly, you can see two eyes staring back, all tucked under the branches and suspiciously close to the stump of the tree. “Thumper! No more drinking from tree!”

AHH EASTER IN THE THIRD EYE VERSE

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Steve Rogers x feral!reader (Bambi) [Third Eye verse]

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | fluff, egg hunts, banter

𝗪/𝗖 | 260

🐰 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"Bambi, I can assure you there are no eggs there."

You glare back at Steve, Thumper peacefully lying in his wagon behind you, pink bunny ears on his head that match your yellow ones. You clutch the wagon handle tighter, “That’s what Bucky said—and there were eggs on top of fridge!”

“But there aren’t any in the park.” Steve walks quickly to stand in front of you, blocking you from the familar trail to the local park. “I promise.”

You stare at him for a few beats, he can almost see you formulating a plan. “Sam and Bucky said they’d let me try al-co-ol if I bring them three eggs each.”

Steve’s eyes widen, jaw dropping as the two men behind you pull the same face. He goes towards them, disbelief clear on his features, “you were going to give her alcohol?”

“Hey! It was a joke!” Sam defends, gesturing to himself, “It was a joke to me at least, I don’t know about cyborg over here.”

“I wouldn’t do it without your permission.” Bucky shoves Sam, “Stop making it sound like I’m a bad influence—she asked Sam for a sip last party.”

Steve raises his bows.

“I didn’t give her any!” Sam shoves him back, “Fine, if you don’t believe me, ask her yourself. Bambi, c’mere!”

OH MY GOSH YES BESTIE

The room goes silent as you repeat your question, as oblivious and adorable as ever.

“Cream, please? Want taste—but… can use mouth so can feel too?”

Steve doesn’t dare to look at his friends. Natasha is sitting across the table between Sam and Tony. Bruce has covered his face with the folder and Bucky’s distant humming from the kitchen has stopped.

“Uh—”

“Miss taste… mouth feel empty…” you continue, pouting up at him as your breakfast lays forgotten on the table. “Want your cream—please? Be good.”

Tony is the first to laugh as he covers his mouth with his mug. He nods with a smirk. “C’mon, cap. Give Bambi her cream.”

“Cream!” You exclaim in delight, finally someone understood, and they called it yours. “Steve cream… now?” You start to drop to your knees, sliding under the table before the blond grabs your arm.

“We’ll be back.” Steve drops his newspaper and rushes away, with you behind him.

“Bye, Nat! Will be back after cream—” you’re cut off by a squeal as Steve throws you over his shoulder, bolting for the stairs because there was no way in hell was he going to wait for the elevator.

“What’s it taste like Bambi?” Sam asks.

😭😭 I love this cat, with the reinforced cat trees

"He's hungry all the time..." You cry into Steve's chest, refusing to meet the vet's eyes, "Can't not feed—he'll die!"

"Shh, it's okay, Bambi." Steve offers the man a small smile, rubbing your back in soothing circles. The cat, the heaping load of meat and fluff is lying on the table, belly up while lazily blinking at his owner. "Thumper won't die if you just restrict him a little."

You sniffle, tears all over your face and lips bitten raw. "Will." Your eyes narrow. "Things die when not eat."

"Yes, but a diet is still feeding him." The vet softly interrupts, leaning over to grab the chart, he points to the last cat image. "He's here, and if his diet doesn't change soon, he'll get very sick. I know you don't want that, right Miss Bambi?"

"...No."

"And you want him around for a long time, right?"

"Yes..."

He holds out a box of tissues, grinning when you take some to wipe your face. "You adopted Thumper a few months ago?"

"Mhm, he was... uh," You shyly tuck yourself into Steve's neck, "used to be smaller."

"I remember, he was such a good boy, very affectionate."

"He just so happy when eating... love seeing Thumper happy." You pout at the fat cat cleaning himself on the table, "Don't like seeing that." You wrinkle your nose. "Gross, Thumper, stop—in public."

"It's fine." The man laughs, then looks at Steve. "I'll just give you some instructions on a diet for Thumper and we'll wrap this up?"

"Sure." He nods, he's been comforting you since Thumper was weighed and the vet just said, Oh my, that was enough for you to think the worst, "he's dying!"

"Thumper perfect, love little stump legs and belly... so chubby. Chunky boy is what Bucky calls him, Tony and Sam say he is the best cat." You murmur as you and Steve leave the vet, Thumper in his special (reinforced and custom Stark Industries) carrier while you cling to Steve's other arm, occasionally peeking over at his other where you pet was. "They right, he is best cat..."

"He is." Steve wraps his arm around you, tugging you into his side. "He's our baby, our chunky baby."

was this inspired by this pic? yes

thank you very much friend !! oh my🥺

What A World: Steve wakes up in a cold sweat, hands shaking and heart racing. His gaze snaps to you, curled up beside him and sound asleep. He reclines in the bed again, turning to engulf you in his body, his arms and legs wrapping around you. He's trying to bury himself in your presence, it seems to be the only remedy to the nightmare that plagued his mind.

It was in the jungle and it looked like home but it wasn't. Far too dark and dim with bloodthirsty creatures lurking around every corner. You had slipped from his fingertips, falling into the depths of the rushing water below, and he jumped in after you. But the water had turned into a thick and slimy substance, making it impossible to see under the surface. He could do nothing but call out your name and try to stay afloat, as the painful realization settled—he had lost you within the blink of an eye.

Steve whines, clutching you tighter, perhaps a little too tight because you wake up.

"Steve?"

"Hm?"

You slowly twist in his hold, blinking sleepily up at him. "What's wrong?"

He doesn't want to say it in fear of speaking it into existence, but it's okay because you have a sneaking suspicion.

"Poor baby, another nightmare?" You ask softly, delicately cupping his bearded cheek. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not now... can just hold?" He asks quietly, eyes drifting over every inch of your face. "Just want to touch, feel..."

"Of course, Steve." You sink into his warmth, kissing his lips, then his cheek and chin, moving down until you press your face against his chest and listen to the faint thump of his heart.

Third Eye: Your noises woke Steve up, the quiet cries and whimpers, your constant shifting in the sheets as your face contorted in discomfort.

So, he doesn't waste any time wrapping you in his arms, as tight as can be, softly kissing your cheek and murmuring your name. "Sweet girl, it's okay, you're okay."

It's happened before, and you've talked about it with Steve, but more in depth with Bruce. Memories twisting into terror-filled dreams about your vague past, transforming faces into monsters that you could barely recognize.

You don't wake up like you did that one time—that nightmare was far worse and you nearly fell off the bed.

Steve just stays awake, shushing you and occasionally kissing your face. He rubs your tummy, keeping you warm and comfy under the bedsheets, sharing his body heat and Thumper comes too, almost like he senses something was wrong.

steve comes back from a mission and he missed you so much🥺

Your thighs brush his ears as both of your hands interlock on your tummy. Steve groans against your folds, he licks from your hole to your clit with a flat tongue. Blond hair still a little wet from his shower, the towel lying forgotten on the ground.

“A-Ah!” You gasp as he suckles on your clit and his other finger traces your weepy hole. “So good—please…”

“Please what, Bambi?” He releases you with a lewd pop, your slick surrounding his lips. He slips two fingers into you, curling them to reach your special spot as your moans flow into the open air. “I’ve missed you so much—you aren’t leaving my sight for the rest of the night.”

You giggle, “that rhymes…”

Steve chuckles, kissing your inner thighs, drawing closer to your hot core. His fingers pump in and out slowly, your cream already forming a ring around the base of his digits.

“My sweet girl, we need to make up for lost time. Kept thinking about you, your pretty smile and those eyes,” Steve kisses up your tummy, nibbling on your flesh, “that lovely voice. You’re going to have to fight me off with a stick.”

You squirm, so happy and warm when he reaches your breasts, suckling your nipples into his mouth. “Won’t ever fight you.” You breath a little heavier as he slips out and messily traces your folds, rubbing your clit slowly. “Didn’t touch myself… know it won’t feel as good as you.”

Steve can’t help but grind against your thigh, his cock has been hard since he got back but he didn’t want to get you covered in dirt and grime. After a quick shower, he tugged you right into bed. He trails up to your neck and inhales your smell, high off your presence, “I love you, Bambi.”

“Love, oh!” You lie back into the pillows, chest heaving as he lightly slaps your pussy, soothing the burn with slow and sensual rubs. “Love you too—missed so much too.”

oh how I miss Bambi !!! Lover of animals and always eager to help🥺

“Uhm, where are you going with all of that?”

You slowly turn around, your arms full of snacks and drinks. There’s also a leaf stuck to the bottom of your pants along with some dried mud.

“…Nest.”

Steve stands from the couch, glancing out the window. “Oh, baby, are you scared of the storm again? I’ll get Bucky to make you some hot chocolate.”

You roll on the heels of your feet, carefully watching him come closer. Your heart speeds up. “Have question… birds like hot chocolate too?”

“Uh, I don’t know? Maybe the marshmallows more than the hot chocolate.” Steve smells the dried rain on you, “are you going to your nest with all of that?”

“Not my nest.” You step in front of him, blocking the hallway. “Made new…”

“Okay?” He drags out the word. “Can I come?” He already knows something is going on.

“Don’t know, made special nest…”

The elevator dings before the doors slide open, Natasha exits with Tony on her tail.

The brunet clears his throat, “if it isn’t the kidnapper.”

Steve pulls a face, “Tony.”

“No, he’s right.” Natasha can’t help but smile, “Bambi, do you have anything to confess?”

“No!” You exclaim, jumping as a packet of crackers fall to the floor. “Have done no wrong. Tony is liar, Stevie, let’s go.” You grab his arm, trying to tug him away but he stands firm, not even swaying.