northbound by starlight

The night started like any other. Him cooking dinner, you doing the dishes, you in his arms as you stroke his hair. But he had been quiet. And his eyes were dark—darker than you’d ever seen them.

And the night found itself to be like no other. He was still fully clothed, shirt unbottoned just enough to let you peek at his dark hair, tie undone, jaw clenched tight as he looks down at you.

He taps your cheek with two fingers, drawing your attention back to him. “Don't make the mistake of thinking I'm yours, that I'll care..” he enunciates slowly, making sure you understand each word that leaves his mouth. “I can't promise that I won't do that. But tonight, you're mine to use… mine to break.”

You whimper, his words so unlike him, but also, just like him. Promises to break you, but intentions to put you back together.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't like this— seeing him like this. You had always known he had this side to him, and you had been dying to see it. To feel it.

To feel him.

He tugs at the makeshift collar around your neck—his silk tie you gifted him last month for a job well done—and grabs at your hair, tugging at the roots hard enough to make you cry out his name.

He wonders why it took him so long to do this. To take you like this. The pathetic tears in your eyes, more of arousal than pain were a sight to behold, and his raging hard cock was throbbing painfully to be sheathed inside you to the hilt.

But he'd wait. He'd wait because he is a patient man, and good things come to those who wait.

“Say aaah!” he coos, voice deceptively soft.

You open your mouth, tossing away the shame that came with the act, and suck eagerly at his fingers as he feeds them to you.

“You look good like this, baby,” he pushes them in deeper, his fingertips reaching the back of your throat as you gag around the hefty length of them.

“Keep this up, I'll be waiting till you're crying for my cock...”

    𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬: @stargazingfangirl18 @sassandscribbles @epiphanyrogers @blobfishlol @angelryex @blue-eyes-in-august @buckybarneswife08 @elliestwoleftfingerss @swimmingnightcolor @highonmarvel @pinksplace @thatisamericas-ass

The night started like any other. Him cooking dinner, you doing the dishes, you in his arms as you stroke his hair. But he had been quiet. And his eyes were dark—darker than you’d ever seen them.

And the night found itself to be like no other. He was still fully clothed, shirt unbottoned just enough to let you peek at his dark hair, tie undone, jaw clenched tight as he looks down at you.

He taps your cheek with two fingers, drawing your attention back to him. “Don't make the mistake of thinking I'm yours,” he enunciates slowly, making sure you understand each word that leaves his mouth. “Tonight, you're mine to use… mine to break.”

You whimper, his words so unlike him, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't like this— seeing him like this. You had always known he had this side to him, and you had been dying to see it. To feel it.

To feel him.

He tugs at the makeshift collar around your neck—his silk tie you gifted him last month for a job well done—and grabs at your hair, tugging at the roots hard enough to make you cry out his name.

Chuckling darkly, he wonders why it took him so long to do this. To take you like this. The pathetic tears in your eyes, more of arousal than pain were a sight to behold, and his raging hard cock was throbbing painfully to be sheathed inside you to the hilt.

But he'd wait. He'd wait because he is a patient man, and good things come to those who wait.

“Say aaah!” he coos, voice deceptively soft.

You open your mouth, tossing away the shame that came with the act, and suck eagerly at his fingers as he feeds them to you.

“You look good like this, baby,” he pushes them in deeper, his fingertips reaching the back of your throat as you gag around the hefty length of them.

“Keep this up, I'll be waiting till you're crying for my cock...”

    𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬: @stargazingfangirl18 @sassandscribbles @epiphanyrogers @blobfishlol @angelryex @blue-eyes-in-august @buckybarneswife08 @elliestwoleftfingerss @swimmingnightcolor @highonmarvel @pinksplace @thatisamericas-ass

The night started like any other. Him cooking dinner, you doing the dishes, you in his arms as you stroke his hair. But he had been quiet. And his eyes were dark—darker than you’d ever seen them.

And the night found itself to be like no other. He was still fully clothed, shirt unbottoned just enough to let you peek at his dark hair, tie undone, jaw clenched tight as he looks down at you.

He taps your cheek with two fingers, drawing your attention back to him. “Don't make the mistake of thinking I'm yours, that I'll care..” he enunciates slowly, making sure you understand each word that leaves his mouth. “I can't promise that I won't do that. But tonight, you're mine to use… mine to break.”

You whimper, his words so unlike him, but also, just like him. Promises to break you, but intentions to put you back together.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't like this— seeing him like this. You had always known he had this side to him, and you had been dying to see it. To feel it.

To feel him.

He tugs at the makeshift collar around your neck—his silk tie you gifted him last month for a job well done—and grabs at your hair, tugging at the roots hard enough to make you cry out his name.

He wonders why it took him so long to do this. To take you like this. The pathetic tears in your eyes, more of arousal than pain were a sight to behold, and his raging hard cock was throbbing painfully to be sheathed inside you to the hilt.

But he'd wait. He'd wait because he is a patient man, and good things come to those who wait.

“Say aaah!” he coos, voice deceptively soft.

You open your mouth, tossing away the shame that came with the act, and suck eagerly at his fingers as he feeds them to you.

“You look good like this, baby,” he pushes them in deeper, his fingertips reaching the back of your throat as you gag around the hefty length of them.

“Keep this up, I'll be waiting till you're crying for my cock...”

    𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬: @stargazingfangirl18 @sassandscribbles @epiphanyrogers @blobfishlol @angelryex @blue-eyes-in-august @buckybarneswife08 @elliestwoleftfingerss @swimmingnightcolor @highonmarvel @pinksplace @thatisamericas-ass

"Hello handsome." You stroke his cheek as he brushes his nose with yours.

Life with Steve Rogers was beautiful. He loved you more than you could think anyone could love any part of you. You loved him more than you thought you were capable of. He was the moon to your stars, the petals to your flowers.

He kisses your cheek as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even lower, him lying on top of you now. "Did you miss me, darling?" He asks even though he already knows the answer. You pretend to think about it, "Mmm, only a little bit."

He chuckles and shakes his head, and seeing his eyes glimmer with so much love–and every last bit of that for you, you couldn't help but kiss him, pouring every piece of your soul into the kiss as his tounge mingles with yours. When you finally pull apart, he moves away from you, only to lie beside you and pull you into his arms again.

You tuck you head under his chin and listen to his heartbeat as his hand slowly strokes your back. You close your eyes and breathe him in, soft pine and cinnamon, hints of apples. You smile as you realise he's wearing the cologne you got him for christmas last year. Bucky and Sam most likely would have laughed at him for wearing this scent to work while Christmas is still not in the air, but then again, Steve doesn't let any other voice get to his own head. It's one of the qualities you like the most about him. His determination, his selflessness, his care for others, his fearlessness and valour. Some might call it stupid and reckless, you just call it Steve. Your Steve.

Dinner was made after reluctantly getting out of bed, dodging his efforts to drag you back into his arms. A simple pasta with wine and salad on the side, a TV show about home renovations, and his ramblings about Sam's latest shenanigans at the mission, his eyes gleaming with affection for his friend as he recounts the words they shared before the mission.

"You know, he said I talk too much about you." You look up at him at that, "uh huh, is that right? All good things I suppose."

You run your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck. He's due for a cut, not that you mind the extra length. "Only the best, love. What else is a man supposed to talk about when he's got you waiting for him at home." He pecks your temple as he breathes you in. "Only you live in my mind. When I'm awake, I think of you, and when I'm asleep, I dream of you."

You laugh softly and tease him about how cheesy and sappy he's become, but your insides are warm from the weight of his words and his eyes on you. The truth in his gaze. What did you do to deserve him and his love? You wish you could find out, so you'd do that over and over again in every life.

"You should wear that one, star. You look like you belong to me whenever you wear this." A blue knee length dress, a soft neckline and flowy skirt. Soft silk and sleek lace on the hem. The colour perfectly imitates that of his eyes. He bought you that dress on your second anniversary. With the third one coming soon, you wonder if he'll bring you another one in the same colour. You've already decided what you'll gift him. A watch, the dial the colour of your eyes, the straps the colour of the rising sun. The break of dawn. It's only fair you get to call him your own as well. Not that he'll mind. He'll never mind. He is yours. The moon to your stars, the petals to your flowers.

♡

As you sit at the table, a simple pasta with wine and salad on the side. A TV show about the destruction of property and life after the most devastating disasters in history. You brush your hair behind your shoulder. It's due for a cut.

Later as you lie down in bed, the entire house dipped in darkness, the only light coming from the bedroom window. You stare at the stars, no moon in sight. You sigh and face the other side. You toss and turn some more, giving up on the idea of sleep as your mind fails to rest.

You walk over to the desk. take out the watch you bought for him. The one you bought for your third anniversary. The dial the colour of your eyes, the strap the colour of the setting sun. The fall of dusk. He'll never mind it. He is yours.

You set the watch down and walk to the closet. You take out the blue dress and put it on. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you look in your eyes, a little glassy, a little tired. Then your gaze falls upon the dress. You really do look like you belong to him. The colour perfectly imitates that of his eyes. You tilt your head as you sway slightly and the silk flows along with the motion. A smile on your face, a little tired, a little broken.

You go back to the desk and sit on the chair. You look at the watch. A petal falls down. You pick it up. You forgot to put the water before putting in the flowers.

You remember Sam and Bucky’s words. "If you ever need anything, you've got us." Funny how you're still alone in your house, unable to sleep, while they live, and work, and sleep at nights. While you're still awake.

Most of all you remember Bucky’s words. He is still a bit vexed, at himself, at Steve, at the being that holds fate in his hands. He called Steve reckless and stupid, at first. He called Steve’s determination, his selflessness, his care for others, his fearlessness and valour, reckless and stupid. But it's just Steve. Your Steve. It's one of the qualities you liked the most about him.

You don't know what you did to deserve him and his love. You wish you could find out, so you'd have done more. To do more over and over again in every life.

Your life with Steve Rogers was beautiful. He loved you more than you could think anyone could love any part of you. You loved him more than you thought you were capable of. He was the moon to your stars, the petals to your flowers.

But now, there's no moon in the sky, only the stars remain. There's no petals on the flowers, only the stems remain.

The third anniversary never came, although the date went by two years ago. The watch is still on your desk, you didn't get another dress the colour of his eyes. You didn't get to run your fingers through his hair, you wonder if it'll still be long, or he'd have cut it.

On the calendar, your fifth anniversary is around the corner, but the third never came.

A/N: i cried 4 times while writing this.

The night started like any other. Him cooking dinner, you doing the dishes, you in his arms as you stroke his hair. But he had been quiet. And his eyes were dark—darker than you’d ever seen them.

And the night found itself to be like no other. He was still fully clothed, shirt unbottoned just enough to let you peek at his dark hair, tie undone, jaw clenched tight as he looks down at you.

He taps your cheek with two fingers, drawing your attention back to him. “Don't make the mistake of thinking I'm yours,” he enunciates slowly, making sure you understand each word that leaves his mouth. “Tonight, you're mine to use… mine to break.”

You whimper, his words so unlike him, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't like this— seeing him like this. You had always known he had this side to him, and you had been dying to see it. To feel it.

To feel him.

He tugs at the makeshift collar around your neck—his silk tie you gifted him last month for a job well done—and grabs at your hair, tugging at the roots hard enough to make you cry out his name.

Chuckling darkly, he wonders why it took him so long to do this. To take you like this. The pathetic tears in your eyes, more of arousal than pain were a sight to behold, and his raging hard cock was throbbing painfully to be sheathed inside you to the hilt.

But he'd wait. He'd wait because he is a patient man, and good things come to those who wait.

“Say aaah!” he coos, voice deceptively soft.

You open your mouth, tossing away the shame that came with the act, and suck eagerly at his fingers as he feeds them to you.

“You look good like this, baby,” he pushes them in deeper, his fingertips reaching the back of your throat as you gag around the hefty length of them.

“Keep this up, I'll be waiting till you're crying for my cock...”

    𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬: @stargazingfangirl18 @sassandscribbles @epiphanyrogers @blobfishlol @angelryex @blue-eyes-in-august @buckybarneswife08 @elliestwoleftfingerss @swimmingnightcolor @highonmarvel @pinksplace @thatisamericas-ass

The night started like any other. Him cooking dinner, you doing the dishes, you in his arms as you stroke his hair. But he had been quiet. And his eyes were dark—darker than you’d ever seen them.

And the night found itself to be like no other. He was still fully clothed, shirt unbottoned just enough to let you peek at his dark hair, tie undone, jaw clenched tight as he looks down at you.

He taps your cheek with two fingers, drawing your attention back to him. “Don't make the mistake of thinking I'm yours, that I'll care..” he enunciates slowly, making sure you understand each word that leaves his mouth. “I can't promise that I won't do that. But tonight, you're mine to use… mine to break.”

You whimper, his words so unlike him, but also, just like him. Promises to break you, but intentions to put you back together.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't like this— seeing him like this. You had always known he had this side to him, and you had been dying to see it. To feel it.

To feel him.

He tugs at the makeshift collar around your neck—his silk tie you gifted him last month for a job well done—and grabs at your hair, tugging at the roots hard enough to make you cry out his name.

He wonders why it took him so long to do this. To take you like this. The pathetic tears in your eyes, more of arousal than pain were a sight to behold, and his raging hard cock was throbbing painfully to be sheathed inside you to the hilt.

But he'd wait. He'd wait because he is a patient man, and good things come to those who wait.

“Say aaah!” he coos, voice deceptively soft.

You open your mouth, tossing away the shame that came with the act, and suck eagerly at his fingers as he feeds them to you.

“You look good like this, baby,” he pushes them in deeper, his fingertips reaching the back of your throat as you gag around the hefty length of them.

“Keep this up, I'll be waiting till you're crying for my cock...”

    𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬: @stargazingfangirl18 @sassandscribbles @epiphanyrogers @blobfishlol @angelryex @blue-eyes-in-august @buckybarneswife08 @elliestwoleftfingerss @swimmingnightcolor @highonmarvel @pinksplace @thatisamericas-ass

“You know I have to. Someone's gotta look after the innocent in hell's kitchen” his voice is serious in a way you dont want it to be when he has just fucked you raw.

What you'd rather like is to have him cuddle you to sleep. But that's beyond the terms of your…..whatever your relationship is.

You unconsciously whimper as the sight of his glorious cock is hidden from you by those pants that should be illegal for how good they make his ass look.

You feel yourself go warm, dripping onto his silk sheets all over again as your lonely cunt clenches around nothing.

Fine. Not lonely.

But you still can't resist the lure of his cock. Which is saying something since it has now brought you here. And you can't even be upset from him and leave now that you're neck deep in love with him. But he doesn't need to know about that yet.

“Stay out of trouble for me” you whisper.

He chuckles “No, I can't promise that I won't do that”

You roll your eyes, knowing you'll still wake up to care for his injuries halfway through the night.

He comes forward, pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek and before you know it, he's out of the window.

You walk over, shutting it close but leaving the latch open for when he comes back.

You make your way back to bed, smiling “Friends with benefits my ass”

Dividers by @diviniyae

Tag list : @redstarleftarm, @sweetserendipity65, @sambuckystony, @nymphhbabiee, @darlingdenise, @venigrantrogers, @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger, @bstan01, @phoenix-in-writing, @singulartoast, @danerb67, @onyx8514, @globetrotter28, @buckysdecaflove, @alyssinwunderland-blog-blog, @herejustforbuckybarnes, @v33mustdie, @star-yawnznn

The night started like any other. Him cooking dinner, you doing the dishes, you in his arms as you stroke his hair. But he had been quiet. And his eyes were dark—darker than you’d ever seen them.

And the night found itself to be like no other. He was still fully clothed, shirt unbottoned just enough to let you peek at his dark hair, tie undone, jaw clenched tight as he looks down at you.

He taps your cheek with two fingers, drawing your attention back to him. “Don't make the mistake of thinking I'm yours, that I'll care..” he enunciates slowly, making sure you understand each word that leaves his mouth. “I can't promise that I won't do that. Tonight, you're mine to use… mine to break.”

You whimper, his words so unlike him, but also, just like him. Promises to break you, but intentions to put you back together.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't like this— seeing him like this. You had always known he had this side to him, and you had been dying to see it. To feel it.

To feel him.

He tugs at the makeshift collar around your neck—his silk tie you gifted him last month for a job well done—and grabs at your hair, tugging at the roots hard enough to make you cry out his name.

He wonders why it took him so long to do this. To take you like this. The pathetic tears in your eyes, more of arousal than pain were a sight to behold, and his raging hard cock was throbbing painfully to be sheathed inside you to the hilt.

But he'd wait. He'd wait because he is a patient man, and good things come to those who wait.

“Say aaah!” he coos, voice deceptively soft.

You open your mouth, tossing away the shame that came with the act, and suck eagerly at his fingers as he feeds them to you.

“You look good like this, baby,” he pushes them in deeper, his fingertips reaching the back of your throat as you gag around the hefty length of them.

“Keep this up, I'll be waiting till you're crying for my cock...”

    𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬: @stargazingfangirl18 @sassandscribbles @epiphanyrogers @blobfishlol @angelryex @blue-eyes-in-august @buckybarneswife08 @elliestwoleftfingerss @swimmingnightcolor @highonmarvel @pinksplace @thatisamericas-ass

"I didn't understand today's lecture..."

"Why? Professor Adler not teaching you right?" He asks with casual ease, as if his fingers weren't inching closer and closer to your bare, dripping pussy.

It was a rule— you want him to teach you, you take off your panties. Simple. Just like all things were for him.

“I— I never understood a single word he said,” you whisper, guilt underlining each word, “because... you sent me your picture.”

You could feel his grin on your skin, shameless and proud, “You're so dumb, baby. One picture and all you could think about was my cock. You're such a filthy slut under all that good girl guise, yeah?”

He lands a quick smack to your cunt, the wet sound echoing in his dorm room. You cry out his name, clutching onto his thick forearm as he soothes the stinging burn with his fingers rubbing soft circles on your throbbing clit.

“My poor, dumb baby loses every thought when she's horny for me, right?”

His words made you burn with shame. As much as you prided yourself for being good, Steve always succeeded to bring out this side in you, the damned side you didn't even know existed.

“Now, why don't you go ahead and read your notes?"

You nod, leaning forward to grab the notes he made you write last week, but couldn't possibly read a single word as he pinches your clit between his fingers, chuckling when you yelp in pain, your body writing to get away from his hold.

“Tsk-tsk… don't move around too much, we haven't got all day.”

Another slap to your pussy. This one much sharper than the last, making your pussy drip down his lap, staining the faded denim.

Not that he'd mind wearing the wetness all day long, showing everyone just how perfect he was even when he was a mess.

“Steve! Please….”

“You beg so pretty, sweetheart. Might just let you suck my cock after you get your questions right…”

  𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬:@ornateglass @epiphanyrogers @sassandscribbles @buckybunni @eterna1reverie @juniebjonesin @pinksplace @sheriff-bodecker @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @blobfishlol @sleepy-k0i @angelryex @stargazingfangirl18 @laufeysonbarnes3000 @blue-eyes-in-august @buckybarneswife08 @elliestwoleftfingerss @swimmingnightcolor @thatisamericas-ass @highonmarvel