#captain america x black!reader

[vvinirl]

steve. r

warnings: missionary, pet names ( princess, doll, and beautiful), soft steve, steve cussing (language ☝️🤓)

you were at a party that your friend steve rogers had invited you to. you thought it was gonna be a normal party like the ones he would also invite you to but you were surprised when you came to realize it wasn’t just a normal party, the avengers were there

“wow steve, this is some party” you said as you walked by his side, “and you live here too? with the avengers” you chuckled slightly to yourself

“yeah but it’s not really that big of a deal i guess” steve shrugged as he looked over at you. “steve you’re literally the captain america, not a big deal my ass”

he laughed as he put an arm around your shoulders as he went to introduce you to all the other members of the avengers

you talked to all of them and they were all nice and interesting people with some interesting backgrounds too. you and wanda really hit it off, you both found out you had a lot in common. “i think i just found my new best friend” you chuckled while sitting at a bar with steve. “wow so you’re just gonna ditch me like that?” he gave you a small smile while shaking his head

“that’s how i feel with you and bucky” you rolled your eyes playfully, taking a sip of her drink. “you got me there, but you know i love you both equally”

“yeah yeah, whatever you say” you playfully rolled your eyes at him again

after the party everyone went back to their rooms or went about their business. you just finished helping steve clean up as you said to him, “wow, it’s really dark outside”

“yeah, are you sure you want me to drop you home still or you can stay here for the night?” steve looked over at you, leaning against a counter top.

“i mean yes, i don’t really want to be a burden” you laughed slightly. “you won’t be and i don’t want you being alone this late at night”

“im always alone at night, there’s no difference” you shrugged, giving him a small smile. “still” steve simply said

you sighed as you shook your head, “fine, okay ill stay” you said in defeat, “but where am i gonna stay?”

“well you could stay in the many guest rooms that tony has..” steve said as he begin walking into the hallway as you followed him. “..or you could stay in my room” steve stopped in his tracks as he turned to you, towering over you as you looked up at him

“o-oh, well i don’t wanna take up your space and stuff” your face began to heat up as you looked away nervously. “relax y/n, you know you won’t bother me” steve said as he rubbed your shoulder gently, “well if you say so then” you laughed nervously as you followed him back to his room

for some reason you felt a feeling that you thought you would never feel about steve, you felt.. nervous. you felt nervous to be around him right now but also with a hint of excitement of what the night holds

“do you want to change into something more comfortable?” steve asked after you both arrived to his room, which was basically like a studio apartment. it had a kitchen, a living room, a bathroom and bedroom, everything a studio could have

“yeah sure, this dress is starting to feel uncomfortable too” you laughed slightly as steve looked you over. he felt a weird feeling in his stomach as he took in your appearance, you look so beautiful right now, the way your dress hugged your body, your eyes, your everything. you just looked so phenomenal, the lighting hitting your face so perfectly, illuminating all your features

steve went into his room as you followed, as you both entered his room you looked around, taking in your surroundings. “wow it’s surprisingly clean in here” you chuckled to yourself as steve gave you a playful eye roll. “what” you shrugged, “back then you were very messy so i expected it”

steve handed you one of his shirt and a pair of one of his sweatpants. “these might be a little big on you but you can tie it”

you thanked him as you set the clothes on the bed. “i’ll leave the room so you can change” steve smiled as he turned away, “if you need help with anything, im on the other side of the door”

“wait, i kinda need help with my dress” you laughed awkwardly, “sorry, but i can’t reach the zipper”

“it’s not problem” steve said as he made his way over to you. he stood behind you as his hands went to the back of your dress, running his hands over the zipper

with a gentle, and painfully slow motion, he began to pull the zipper down. the sound was surprisingly loud in the quiet room, a soft, intimate rasp that seemed to echo

inch by inch, the fabric parted, revealing the smooth melanin and delicate skin of your back. Steve’s hands were steady but inside, a storm of emotions exploded

you tilted your head slightly, your hair moving to one side swiftly, exposing the nape of your neck. steve’s fingers lingered, his pulse quickening as he reached the small of your back. the air between the both of you was thick with unspoken words, with possibilities that neither dared to voice

finally, the zipper reached its end, and the dress loosened around you. you turned slowly, your eyes meeting his. there was a vulnerability in your gaze, a silent question hanging between the two of you. the distance was unbearable, yet neither of you moved, caught in the tension of the moment

“thank you” you murmured, your voice trembling just a bit. steve nodded, his throat tight, unable to trust his voice

you both stood there, in silence, the world outside the door forgotten.

you thought the silence was going to to continue as the night drifted away but your thoughts were cut short as a pair of lips captured yours in a deep but passionate kiss

the kiss speaking louder than the silence and the words that were caught in their throats.

steve pulls out of the kiss as he looks into your eyes. your eyes stare back up at him as he says “i’m sorry, i don’t know why i did tha-“, steve’s words were caught short as you kissed him this time

the kiss was the only answer steve needed as he kissed you back, moving his hands up to cup your cheeks.

you reach up to wrap your hands around his neck, your dress falling down from your body. steve’s hands move down to your thighs as he picks you up,your legs wrapping around his waist as he walks over to his bed, still kiss you

he laid you on the bed and stood back up and began to take his clothes off. as you watched him, you felt as if everything was moving in slow motion. the swift but slow movements of steve made you feel things in your stomach and her pussy

after getting rid of his clothes, he pulled down his boxers as his dick bounced back against his stomach. your mouth went dry as you looked at the size of him, it was like god sculpted steve himself, his muscles, his abs, the veins on his hands and his dick, everything about him was heavenly and beautiful, he was like a greek god

“i see you’re enjoying the view” steve smirks at you as he climbed back on top of you, his muscles flexing. “shut up” you give him a playful eye roll as he captured your lips in another kiss, biting your bottom lips softly, asking for entrance into your mouth

you let him in as his tongue explored your mouth, from top to bottom. he reached behind you with one hand and unclasped your bra, throwing it somewhere around the room

he starts kissing down your neck, to your chest and down to your stomach as his fingers played with the hem of your panties. “steve~” you whimpered his name as you bit your bottom lips. “it’s okay beautiful, i’m gonna make you feel good”

he slid your panties off and threw them to the side, grabbing his dick as his thumb rubbed around the tip, spreading the precum around the head of his cock

you grew more wet every second, watching his movements and how he’s slowly teasing her, it was turning you on more

steve slowly and steadily swiped the tip of his cock through your folds, earning a low gasp from you. he smirked to himself as he tapped the tip on your clit, earning another gasp from you. “already so sensitive hmm beautiful?”

“don’t worry princess i won’t keep you waiting any longer” steve said and then hes slowly pushing himself into you

“s-steve” you moaned as his length filled you up, already hitting your g-spot. he grabbed your thighs as he positioned himself better and slowly moving inside you

he moaned as he felt your walls clenched around him, as if choking him. he wanted to cum already, your pussy felt so good and warm.

“s-shit y/n” he moaned your name as his pace begin to speed up, your body starting to heat up more.

your legs are wrapped around his waist tightly, your arms wrapped around his neck and his back as you claws at his back, leaving marks all over it. marks he would look at later on and admire

“it’s so deep steve~” you moaned against his ear as beads of sweat dripped down the side of your forehead. “i know princess, i got you, gonna make you feel so good” steve moaned into your ear as his pace was fast and rough but not too rough to hurt her

“taking me so well doll, fuck~”

his thrusts got sloppy as your fingers gripped onto his hair and your fingers claw and scratched his back, the muscles flexing under your fingertips

“i-i’m gonna cum steve~” you whimpered into his ear as you felt the heat building up in her lower stomach. “me too princess, me too”

few strokes later you felt yourself clenching around his dick as you released all over his dick, moaning and crying out his name.

steve came a few seconds after you, moaning your name, mixed with curses as he fucked his cum into you, filling you full

you both breathe in sync while staring into each others eyes. steve leans down as he kisses you and nibbles at your bottom lip, smiling into the kiss

there was a knock at the door as you guys heard tony on the other side of it saying “keep it down please, some of us are actually trying to sleep”

[apocalypse-shuffle]

SAM WILSON | CAPTAIN AMERICA/FALCON (the mcu | tfatws | captain america: the winter soldier)

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“Arm Day” (Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader)

| You don’t show up for your running “date” with Sam so he shows up at your place to get a different kind of exercise in.

| SFW, exercising, romantic tension(?)

| Jesus, my summary is very nearly an innuendo. (Pic Source — Captain America: Civil War [peachy-ash icon], Captain America: The Winter Soldier [iconpsds icon], The Falcon & The Winter Soldier [marina-na-na icon])

| Inspo: Instagram

| 1k+ words

It’s the sound of your phone buzzing against your nightstand that wakes you up, and with a groan you lift your head to squint at it.

‘Sam Wilson’ flashes across your screen and you in no way can suppress the eye roll that elicits.

He was your gym buddy more often than not, but this was getting ridiculous.

When y’all ran laps together he’d slow down for you so you could keep one another company. When you were on the treadmill he’d be running in the one right beside you and hold out his arm if you stumbled so you wouldn’t go flying, emergency stopping the machine for you. You would spot each other, go out to eat afterwards, even make meal plans together. Sam was your number one.

He was also more of a pain in your ass than your actual personal trainers had ever been in the past.

You grope around for the phone, lifting it up to your ear once your clumsy fingers stumble across it.

“Yeah?”

Your grunt is met with an honest to god laugh. At this early in the morning?

“Oh my god,” you whine. “Sam, please, what do you want?”

A scoff this time.

“Y/N, it’s Saturday. Get your ass up, we got places to be.”

Still laying on your stomach you flip your head over to press the other side of your face into your pillow and switch your phone to the other ear accordingly, eyes slipping back closed.

“We? I told you I’m not leaving my house today.”

A beat of silence and then: “Okay…”

“Awesome. Have fun sweating by-”

“I’ll see you in five.”

You choke on your spit, words coming out in a whoosh and eyes snapping open.

“Fuck no! Sam!”

The sound of the dial tone reaches your ears and you curse, shooting out of bed, sleep no longer an option.

You drop your phone on your sheets and then scramble around for some shorts. If you could get to Sam before he got all the way to your apartment maybe you’d be able to shove his overactive ass back in his car.

In a frenzy you stuff your phone in your pocket and start towards the front door scratching at your head when it hits you. You’re scratching at your bare head.

“Shit- where in the world…?”

You whip around and start back towards your bedroom to look for where your head wrap had hidden itself during the night. You weren’t going all the way downstairs looking a mess.

Anywhere on your bed was a no show. It wasn’t hanging off your lamp like you’d found it once (who knows how it ended up there in the first place), and it wasn’t under your bed.

You're just about to throw caution to the wind and run out as you are regardless when two things happen at once. You find your wrap sunken into your shoes at the end of your bed and someone knocks at your door.

“Oh come the fuck on.” You grit your teeth, snatch up and firmly situate your traitorous wrap, then stomp over to jerk open the door.

“No.”

In front of you, dressed in a gray pair of sweats, Sam frowns lightly, thick brows raising.

“You made a promise,” he hedges.

You flip off said thick - accusatory - eyebrows.

“Screw my promise. I'm going to stay home and you’re going to leave. Goodbye.”

The door closes right in his face. He doesn’t take the chance not to let it, only to step back so he doesn’t break his nose. You appreciate that.

“Now hold on-! Aw come on, Y/n!” There’s muffled shuffling behind the door, him adjusting his gym bag more than likely, before he knocks again.

While you ignore him to start taking stuff out the freezer for a smoothie - you were already up, you might as well make it worth your while - he knocks three more times.

It’s when your phone starts buzzing on the countertop that you cave, stomping back over to the door and cracking it open just enough for him to see the glower on your face.

“What part of ‘Bye’ isn’t clicking? I’m tired, my muscles ache in places I didn’t even know were possible, and if I have to meal prep anymore I’m going to scream.”

He peeks through the sliver.

“Just one little circuit, alright? I brought everything with me so you won’t have to leave… .” His eyes have taken on a particular brightness that makes you just a little weak in the knees. “I’ll even cook for you after.”

Goddamnit. Your face smooths out from the glare you were rocking and Sam’s lights up.

“See? That sounds nice, now, doesn’t it?”

“Fine. A full meal, not no damn sandwich, and you make my smoothie before we start.”

“Deal. Thought you were gonna break my heart for a minute there, I'm really glad we pulled through though.”

“Yeah yeah,” you grumble and drag him and all his crap in.

_ _ _

“If you’re still aching after two days then we probably have to adjust your routine,” he curls upward and the muscles in his arms flex, stretching the sleeve of his maroon shirt to its limit. “I’ll take a pen and paper to it and we’ll figure it out, that fine by you Queen of Sheba?”

You scoff while going down on your push-ups.

“Yeah, it’s fine Sam,” you make sure to catch his eye as you straighten your arms to come up, “thanks.”

He smiles, switching to do curls with his left arm.

You go down, but end up watching unblinking for a few seconds as the muscles on his bicep become well defined peaks.

Hn.

Sam glances up and you rapidly realize that you’ve been laying on the ground and staring creepily at him for the better part of a minute.

Roughly, you clear your throat; Sam smirks and seems to go deliberately slow on his next curl. The way you gulp hurts a little.

“See something you like?”

Scowling, you roll your eyes and pick back up where you left off on your push-ups. You’re focusing intently on the tile underneath your palms when you answer him.

“No,” you snap to the floor.

Everything about Sam’s laugh says he doesn’t believe you worth a damn.

You don’t particularly care what he thinks though; something that you reiterate over and over in your head as you go on to the next workout.

Where the fuck Sam’s forward ass got off hiking a portable pull-up bar up to your apartment you did not know, but here the thing is, sitting nice and pretty like it belonged to be an absolute eyesore in the middle of your living room.

You sigh and decidedly don’t stare at him too hard as he eases down to the floor to take your previous place and start his own round of push-ups, and probably a few floor presses or something considering he brings the dumbbells down with him.

On your end starting your pull-ups starts off relatively easy. They’ve never been your favorite - and you’re certain they never will be - but at least you could do them now since you started training with Sam almost a year ago now.

Sam was neat like that. Uplifting without slipping into condescension, and being one of the few people who could push you so thoroughly out of your comfort zone.

Certainly the only person you allowed to upheave your more flexible boundaries with so little push back.

Breath huffing out of you you force yourself to rest before starting on your next set, eyes running over your workout partner’s back and the way the muscles there are also incredibly defined as he engages them.

It was a little unfair honestly. Who gave Sam Wilson the right to look so perfect? With a grunt you start working out again.

Eventually you begin waning, you can feel it in the way your arms instantly start to shake as you try to pull your body weight up for your next set, and the excess heat building in your fingers. How even as you attempt to swing your legs to get more momentum to do the pull-up you just barely manage to get one in before your arms give out, straightening back, and you’re left just hanging there.

“Goddamn,” you curse. Today really was just not your day.

Distantly you note the soft thud of weights being set down at your left but you're so focused that you don’t notice Sam move until he’s already in front of you.

He jumps up and you make a startled noise as you come face to face before he does a pull-up as easy as can be. Your lips purse.

He grins, “I got you, come on. One more rep.”

You sigh but he’s looking right into your eyes with that soft grin on his face - and you’re a sucker - so you cave in less than five seconds. Also, you don’t want to keep hanging any longer than necessary.

“I might not have one more in me, period, but I’ll try,” you murmur as you look away. You prep your muscles to move, assuming the right position, when Sam shaking his head in your peripheral catches your attention.

“Didn’t I just say I had you?” He doesn’t wait for you to respond before he’s swinging just that much closer on one arm - fucking show off - and grabbing enough of your thigh to nudge you forward so he can get his arm around your upper leg and then pull you in.

“You’re such a show off, you know that?”

You still follow his line of reasoning, though; pulling up enough that you can get both of your legs around his waist.

Sam just laughs, teeth glinting.

“I’m just happy to help.”

“Ha,” you mock, but when he pulls up you do so with him. Your arms bend, but not with nearly as much strain as before with him taking the majority of your weight, and the pressure on your core significantly lessens.

You won’t admit to having to bite back a smile at the feel of him tucked against you.

“You okay now?”

“Yeah,” you pant out, legs tightening absentmindedly around his waist. Sam grunts lowly in the back of his throat. “You in the habit of catching people like this?”

The look that briefly flashes across his face is far more severe than you think your question merits, and when Sam answers he makes sure to look you in the eye.

“I try to be.”

Then the moment’s broken, he’s pulling you both back up into your final exercise of the day and you’re left wondering where the hell Sam Wilson got off making you love him like this.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!! If there’s any typos I’ll catch them later.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

[galatially]

❝𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮❞

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 / 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐈: truthfully

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 x 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫!𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — and if i could say anything, i would say that it will always be you; it's hard being in love with your coworkers

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 560

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — strong language, pining, general fluff

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — this was, at one point, just gonna be one part but it's far too much story for just one part lol

Steve Rogers was a menace — and he didn’t even know it. 

When you’d met the First Avenger, as expected, you’d been taken aback at just how…bright he was. Everything about him was bright and warm and nestled between your ribcage like a kitten cuddled into its mother. He was always sweet and polite, never without a smile on his face when you spoke, completely different from the kind of men you’d come across in your lifetime. 

And damn you for being so aware of him. Whether he came into the med bay or popped his head into you and Dr. Helen Cho’s shared office, your senses heightened. You noticed the lilt of his words or the one stray hair that was always hanging between his brows in a boy-next-door kind of way. Only people that didn’t realize their effects on others spoke like that, unfazed. 

You’d intellectualized your feelings as normal chemical reactions in the brain: the muscle simply going through the machinations of being around someone attractive. Dopamine, norepinephrine cortisol, and the serotinergic system working in tandem. Simple explanations for simple reactions. 

You’re a woman of science, after all. 

“Bitch, just fuck him and move on,” your best friend, Serena, said, her eye roll coloring her tone.

You cradled your cell phone between your cheek and your ear as your grabbed a bottle of wine from your fridge. “I like my job, Rena.” 

“And what does that have to do with letting that fine specimen of man break your back into next year?”

An airy laugh left your chest. “He doesn’t see me in that way and I’m not some lovesick teenager.”

“Nat says that he asks about you all the time.”

“Your girlfriend also took six months to ask you out,” you countered. You worked the cork out of the mouth of the bottle and poured a hefty glass. 

Serena let out a dreamy sigh. “I know, right? She’s so precious.”

“I’m telling her you said that.”

“And I’m telling you that you need to make your move and ride that — ”

“Good night, Serena,” you said, disconnecting the call. You took a sip of wine, mulling over your best friend’s words. As embarrassing as it was to admit, your crush on Steve — obvious or not — could never be. You both worked together and he was…well, him. If the two of you were to break up, it’d be the only thing people talked about. No longer would you be a decorated private physician, you’d be the woman that got dumped by Captain America. 

Your phone buzzed again; a text from the golden man in question. 

I hope you had a good day today :)

One day, when you were bold enough, you’d get Natasha Romanoff right in the jaw for giving Steve your number. He’d only recently started messaging you and every notification made your stomach flip in a way that you could only describe as violent. 

You chewed the inside of your cheek as your fingers slowly typed out a response.

I did! How was —

No, too eager.

Oh, you know, just another day in the bay! :):)

You almost threw your phone at that one. What was this, fourth grade? 

I hope you had a good day, too, Captain :)

You turned your phone on its face and groaned out loud. 

You really fucking hated liking Steve Rogers. 

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — are y'all ready for my interpretation on "they only shared one bed"?

[waltermis]

I miss them 🥹🥲

[moonlight-ee]

That’s America’s ass!

[romanoffshouse]

Y/N: Bye Natasha!

Y/N: Bye Tony!

Y/N: Bye Steve!

Y/N: Bye Bucky!

Y/N: Bye Natasha!

Tony: You said 'Bye Natasha' twice.

Y/N: I like Natasha.

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Kate: What did you get Yelena for her birthday?

Y/N: I got her a dog.

Kate: Really? Me too!

Sam: I also got her a dog!

Bucky: Looks like we had the same idea.

Y/N: Scott, please tell me you didn’t get Yelena a dog as well.

Scott: I got her a dog!

[cuts to Yelena surrounded by dogs]

Yelena: THIS IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!!

[ramp-it-up]

Mood

Summary: You and Steve were “special” friends. Until something that happens on one of your training missions puts Steve into a mood.

Word count: 2.7K

Pairing: Early CATWS era Captain Steve Rogers x SHEILD Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk. S MUT! Early CATWS Steve, talk of hurt, ambush, implied assualt. Angsty, moody Steve, Steve with the urge to kill for you, possessive Steve, Steve pining for reader, idiots in love, Dom Steve, fuck buddies to relationship, fluff, Captain and Sir kink, dirty talk, edging (but not quite), begging, body worship, nipple play, raw p in v, female receiving oral, emotional sex.

A/N: This can be seen as adjacent to the fic Call Me Captain When I..., but can be read as a stand alone. I was in a mood when I wrote it, so here we are.

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After you checked yourself out of the hospital against doctor’s orders, Steve Rogers steamed as he waited for you to get out of the shower. He wanted to be in there with you, but decided to give you some space, and give him some time to cool down.

The fact that you were standing at the visitor’s entrance, in your hospital gown and combat boots as he drove up to sit with you, was the latest thing to get him riled up.

When he saw you, he parked in the fire lane and got out of his car, hands on his hips as he questioned you.

“What the hell are you doing out here?”

He eyed the bandage on your forehead and the one on your cheek, fingers trembling as he brushed his thumb over your bruised face.

The rage had not subsided for him over the past three days. 

Even after he and Sam beat the medivac to the scene and transported you to the best ER in the area.

Even after he was assured that you were ok by the doctors at the hospital. 

Even after you protested that he was overreacting when he set up a security detail at your door headed by Sam. 

Even after he’d found who did this to you and… well, seeing you bruised countenance again reignited his emotions.

He wondered how you got around Sam who was posted up. But then, your cunning and skill was a big part of how he felt about you. So was your kindness, intelligence, and beauty.

But you didn’t know exactly how Steve felt about you. And perhaps he didn’t either. Until you were ambushed on a routine training mission with your troops.

You lifted your chin and squared your shoulders as Steve shook his head. 

“I’m fine, Captain. I want to go home. I’ve been in the hospital for four days. And on the training mission for 10 days before that. I was due to be discharged in the morning anyway.”

You looked up at Steve. He couldn’t resist those eyes.

“I want to rot on my couch, sleep in my own bed.”

Steve grunted his assent, although the thin line of his lips indicated his displeasure with you.

“How’s your head feel?”

You met his eyes and focused, if only to prove how healthy you were.

“I’m fine, Steve. I just want to go home.”

Steve stared at you, wanting to just take you into his arms, but not doing it. Then, he stared around the parking lot, scanning the perimeter for anyone watching.

“Get in.”

He moved next to you and picked up the plastic bag that had your belongings in it, and put his hand on your back to guide you toward the sportscar.

“But my ride...”

Steve looked down at you as his jaw clenched, the blue fire in his eyes threatening to burn you.

“Get in before I take you over to that bench and spank the hell out of you, Lieutenant.”

You swallowed a gasp and grew warm at the threat.

“Yes Sir.”

You climbed into the passenger seat and sat back as Steve buckled you in, then waved at Sam, who’d come running out of the hospital just as Steve drove away.

You were along for the ride of this mood of your superior, friend, and fuck buddy Captain America, Steve Rogers.

—-

You stood before Steve, wrapped up in your soft, fluffy white robe that he had put into the dryer to warm up and left on the hook on the door of the shower. It was such a sweet gesture that contrasted his cold, harsh demeanor on the way to your place.

You felt as if you were about to be punished, but you didn’t care. You were exhausted. And just a little bit spooked. But that last part was lessened, because Steve was with you here in your quarters. You looked at him, wanting to ask him to stay, but you didn’t.

Steve stalked toward you, and you noticed that he was barefoot, which seemed to indicate that he wasn’t going anywhere soon. You smiled as you dragged your weary eyes up to his face. You decided to go for it.

“Are you staying?”

Steve grunted at you again.

“Just try and get me to leave you alone.”

His deep bass rumbled through you, and you whimpered, despite the fact that he wasn’t even touching you. Something seemed off as he moved toward you, pulling you closer by the tie on your robe.

“I’ve been riding on the edge of insanity ever since that day.”

Steve’s hand was in your hair, gently massaging the exposed scalp between your braids as his eyes took careful stock of your face.

You were shook.

“I’m okay, Steve.”

“I’ve got to see for myself.”

All he wanted to do was to take inventory of you, his rough fingers moving over every inch of your naked body to make sure that every bit of you was okay. He’d almost lost you and was experiencing an almost feral urge to consume you. You could feel the guilt radiating off him.

“Steve. No one could have known. Shit, I’m head of intelligence and I didn’t know.…”

Steve put his finger to his lips, and then yours. He gently stroked your cheek as he kissed you tenderly, carefully.

“Why do you always taste so good? Like you smell. Like sweet coconut…”

He leaned in to kiss you again, groaning as every gentle stroke of his tongue was met with a bolder one of yours. The passion increased until he pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours. You could tell that he was holding back. 

What was wrong with him?

“I know that no one could have known that the mission was a trap. But I feel like I should have.”

His hands moved from your neck, to your torso, down your belly, to the juncture of your thighs. He was sitting on your bed as you stood before him, warmed by the shower, but goosebumps raised on your flesh and your nipples formed into tight peaks as he examined you.

“I’ve never felt the urge to kill as much as I did when I tracked them down. It only took a day and a half to find them, and then a day and a half to get close enough to… “

Steve stopped short of revealing what happened to the people who hurt you and just looked into your eyes. The fury you saw as he looked up at you was chilling, yet arousing. You wanted to ask what he did to them, but you couldn’t. You just looked at his hands to find evidence that you knew wouldn’t be there because of his super soldier healing.

“Steve?”

He didn’t respond to you, just continued to stare at your most intimate parts.

“Captain-”

He looked up at you then.

“What I said at the hospital earlier. I-I have a serious desire to give you a good and proper spanking for almost losing your life, although it wasn’t your fault.”

You started to laugh, but he was serious. The look in his eyes was unlike anything you’d ever seen before.

“I can’t give you up. I can’t.”

You shook your head.

“Steve, I’m fine-”

He pulled you to him by your thighs, his large hands grabbing you, gently but firmly, and bringing your crotch close to his mouth. He looked back up at you.

“I know we’ve never talked about this, but…You are my anchor.”

You ran your hands through his hair as his breath tickled your clit.

“I had the barest control while Sam and I were flying to get you, and only a small bit more when I learned you were okay. And now I have to verify that you are ‘fine,’ as you say. I need to see it with my own eyes, feel it with my own hands, taste it ….”

The unspoken part of that statement caused you to shudder as he went back to examining you, His hands moving down your legs, while listening for any sounds of discomfort from you as his skin slid along yours with a gentle but firm pressure, then standing up and depositing you on the bed as he examined you to the soles of your feet.

He placed one of your feet on his pelvis, next to what you’d discovered was his rock hard cock housed in his jeans, and one foot in his hand, beginning to massage it. Steve knew how a sensual foot massage made you wet. He grunted in response to your whimpers, but only turned you over as he examined the back of you.

Steve palmed the globes of your ass and pulled them apart, and you could feel his eyes at the crease of you for a full minute. Then, his palms slid upwards to your spine, smoothing over each vertebrae as he moved up to the back of your neck.

He was on the bed now, between your legs, and pulled your hips up to meet him as he gently circled your neck with his fingers, bringing you up slightly as his other hand rolled and pinched your stiff nipples. 

“How do you feel?”

His gruff whisper, full of need and at the shell of your ear elicited a groan and caused you to roll your hips on his rock-hard erection.

“Steve.. I… Please!”

You incoherently pleaded for more as you moved against the stiff fabric of his jeans, making a mess there. Steve looked down and rolled his eyes, his hand rubbing your ass as his palm itched to smack it.

“Mmmmmm. You have no idea how much I want to give you this cock. But you need rest.”

You reached back and slapped your own ass, pulling on your asscheek to enable him to push deeper between your legs to feel how wet you were.

“We also need to talk…”

Steve shuddered at the sensation of you rutting against him, and with every gasp and moan from you his control was dwindling. 

“I need it Sir. Please, Captain…”

“Fuck. Maybe just one orgasm. Then you can rest.”

You leaned down to give him that arch and he licked his lips. His cock was in full control of him now.

“Best idea ever, Captain.”

His hand moved to your core, and his fingers were instantly soaked with your arousal.

“Jesus. Looks so good.”

Steve’s dick throbbed and he gritted his teeth against the wave of lust, yet he stood up and took off his own clothes. He watched your empty pussy clench around air and he had to taste it. The minute his lips were wrapped around your clit from behind was the moment you started keening for him.

“God, yes….right… fucking…right there!”

Steve carefully inserted a finger into your cunt as he suckled your clit, trying to be gentle. You bit your lip as he pulled off and started to withdraw his finger slowly.

“So soft for me. But so tight.”

He watched your face as he added another digit, causing your eyes to squeeze shut and your mouth to hinge open as you worked your hips on his hand for some relief.

Your eyes popped open and you blinked rapidly, but he didn’t speed up to the insistence of your hips. When he curved his fingers and found that bundle of nerves inside, pressing gently, you broke apart as he stroked over and over again.

 "I–God. I'm going…" 

You bowed your body, and Steve watched in awe while your pussy clamped around his fingers.

“Oh yeah. This was what I needed to see. Give it to me.”

Steve rolled his thumb over your clit to extend your orgasm. You open and completely out of control, with no thought of hurt or danger, was the sight that he loved.

 And he wanted to make you do it again and again.

“Jesus, you are beautiful. I want to...” 

He was fisting his cock and watching your wet, creamy folds as he squeezed your ass for a better view.

“Want more. Please!” 

“Hmmph,” He grunted. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

You leaned over again and presented yourself to him, giving him a view of your fingers working your clit and sliding inside yourself. 

“Fuck me, Captain. Please…”

Steve actually whimpered. His cock was drawn to you magnetically.

“Are you sure…?”

“Need it.” 

Steve cupped your ass harder and guided his cock to your slick, heated cunt and groaned.

“Oh shit. You fucking own me.” 

Your eyes widened in shock, and then you looked over your shoulder, locking onto his gaze. You relaxed, causing Steve to sink deeper inside you. You both hissed and Steve’s eyes closed. 

“I’m never leaving. Could stay inside you forever. Wanna see that beautiful face.”

Steve grabbed your leg and shifted you down and around, maneuvering you onto your back. His eyes raked up and down your form as his hands found your hips and drew you closer to him and his cock deep inside you again. He leaned down and captured your lips in a heated kiss as you arched your chest against his. 

You dug your nails into his shoulders, his name a chanted mantra between kisses. With each slide and retreat of his stiff cock in your slick channel, both of your groans got louder. Steve’s gaze occasionally dipped to where you were joined, watching his cock slide in and out of you. You arched your back again, and he dipped his head to draw one of your nipples into his mouth. 

"I. Yes. Harder. Oh God. Oh my God." 

Against your nipple he muttered, "Let me hear you. So good.”

But he didn’t fuck you harder like you asked. Your response was to tug on his hair, and Steve chuckled around the flesh of your breast. 

“I love the sounds you make.”

You moaned loudly, very wet now and very frustrated. The sound of the slick squelching of your act was such sinful music. Steve groaned, his jaw ticked tight from holding back.

“Please!”

But Steve just continued at the same languid pace.

“Later, when you’ve rested, I have plans for these babies,” Steve flattened his tongue and licked around both areolas. 

“Gonna lick, bite, kiss, fuck them. Be rough.”

You shuddered as he leaned up and blew on them, causing your nipples to draw up into hard peaks again and your pussy to shudder around him. Steve leaned up and stared at your breasts as they bounced with each thrust and he shook his head as his pace faltered. You clenched around him again and he spoke, his voice broken.

“I know you’re close. Feel so good around me.”

Steve looked into your eyes as he snapped his hips, and your mouth went wide again as he worked his hand between you and found your sensitive clit. 

Your eyes crossed as your slick walls clamped around his cock and milked him. 

"That's it. Cum for me. I'm so addicted to the sight." 

With three more pumps, Steve was coming apart, his control falling away. Another orgasm rolled through you and you tightened around him once more, causing a groan from Steve as you rode out the wave. 

“Holy fuck.” 

He kissed you again, licking into your mouth as he continued to thumb your clit. Good Lord, it was impossible to think at all when he did that. You were a whimpering mess as you begged him again.

“Please Captain. Give me your cum, Sir. Cum inside me.”

Steve buried his head in your shoulder as he sped up incrementally, his cursing muffled against your skin. You rolled your hips to meet him, making him groan again. You turned your head to bite, then whisper in his ear.

“I’m gonna cum on your thick cock again. Just fuck me. A little harder. Just three more pumps and I’m there. Pretty please, Sir.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist as Steve finally let go and gave you three hard, deep pumps, but as you predicted, he could not stop there.

Steve cursed and fucked you hard, stroking at the devil’s pace for at least a dozen more times, roaring as you stiffened and clamped down on his cock as you came.

“G-g-g-geeez! Fuck!”

Steve was a drooling, practically sobbing mess as the forcefull spray of his cum shot against your cervix, so much so that it leaked out almost immediately. Steve stopped and watched the sight, gasping, mouth open. Then, he looked back up at you.

“Everything about you, about us is so damn perfect. Especially this. We almost lost it. I love you, Libby.”

Your heart surged with emotion, finally understanding what had gotten into him.

“I love you too, Steve.”

You smiled and wiped the tears that were forming at the corner of Steve’s eyes as he softened inside you. 

“Shhhhh. Steve. It’s okay. I’m okay. Let’s take this one day at a time. Right now, we both need to sleep. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

Steve nodded and sank down into your arms as you held onto your super soldier and rocked both of you to sleep.

——

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[rxmqnova]

*Avengers meeting*

Tony: Y/N is late again.

Steve: How did this happen? I called her at 8 o'clock this morning and pretended it was 11.

Clint: I printed up a fake schedule for her saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon.

Natasha: I set her clock to say PM when it's really AM.

Wanda: Oh boy. We may have overdone it.

*Y/N bursts through the door*

Y/N: WHAT TIME IS IT?

[vvinirl]

steve. r

warning: angst

in the dim light of your small apartment, you sat curled up on the couch, clutching a worn copy of your favorite book. the cover of the book read ‘God Help the Child’, tales you had lived and breathed since childhood. but the words felt heavier tonight, tinged with the sorrow of reality

steve stood in the doorway, his broad shoulders casting a long shadow. his eyes, usually so full of determination, were clouded with a mixture of gratitude and regret

"y/n.." he began, his voice a soft whisper, "i can't thank you enough for everything. you’ve been my anchor, my confidant”

you forced a smile, though your heart felt like it was being torn apart. "steve, you deserve happiness. real happiness" you paused, gathering the strength to continue. "peggy is your past, your future. she's your soulmate”

he moved closer, the scent of his familiar cologne wrapping around you like a bittersweet embrace. "what about us?" he asked, his voice cracking. "i care about you, y/n. more than you know”

tears welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them away, trying to stay strong. "and i care about you, steve. that's why i have to let you go. you and peggy... you have a chance to live the life you both dreamed of. don’t you see? you’re a man out of time, but she’s a part of that time”

steve reached out, his hand trembling as he brushed a tear from your cheek. "you’re incredible, y/n. i wish things were different

"me too..” you whispered, your voice barely audible. "..but they aren’t. you need to be with her. you deserve that happiness, even if it means i have to let you go”

he pulled you into a gentle embrace, and for a moment, you allowed herself to melt into him, memorizing the feel of his arms around you, the steady beat of his heart

the , with a deep breath, you pulled away. "go, steve. go to her"

he looked at you one last time, a mixture of emotions flickering across his face, before nodding slowly. "thank you, y/n. for everything and for a second chance”

as the door closed behind him, you collapsed onto the couch, the weight of your sacrifice settling heavily on you shoulders. you had given up the one person who made you feel truly alive so he could find his own happiness

and in the quiet of your now empty apartment, you allowed yourself to mourn, knowing you had done the right thing, even as it shattered your heart

[littlemelanintales]

Aftercare

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Soft!Bucky, cock drunk reader, after care, no smut

Your face was still mashed into the mattress beneath you. Ringlets voiding your full vision with the taste of salty sweat creeping past your huffing lips. You felt kisses placed on your hot shoulder blades and the curls being swiped from your face.

Your eyes were unfocused but centered on the lightly breezy curtains,

"Speak for me."

"Mmm." Was all you could let out. Bucky got up from the bed and crossed the hardwood to the adjacent bathroom. You could hear the sink running and the medicine cabinet open then shut again. The loud padding of his weight crossing the floor filled the otherwise virtually silent room.

He squatted to your eye level, bringing the cool towel to gently wipe the night from your brow.

Your breathing relaxed further, drinking in the sparkle in his eyes and the gentleness he has with you.

"There she is he said softly.

"Sit pretty for me, Baby. Can you do that?" You nod and slowly started to sit up and turn yourself over. Small squeaks and groans escaped your lips as the buildup in your triceps tensed up. You leaned back against the headboard, taking a deep breath. He started to bring the duvet up but you declined,

“ ‘m hot." He smiled, leaning in and placing a kiss to your forehead. Bucky grabbed the 2 Tylenol and glass of water from the night stand. He lifted the cup to your lips and placed his cold, hard index finger under your chin to guide your head with the water. You took and swallowed the medicine before resting your head back. He placed the cool towel on your forehead before standing,

"That needs to be empty before you go to sleep." he said behind him as we went back to the bathroom. He re-entered with another cloth in hand. He sat beside you and ran his hand up the length of your leg. You twitched when he reached her inner thigh and he left out an breathy laugh.

He gently separated your legs, lightly lifting it and placing himself on his stomach between them.

He leaned in and softly left open mouthed kisses to the insides of both your thighs. He closed his eyes and sighed at the smell of you; sweet left over arousal and sweat. When he opened them he was eye to eye with your sticky, wet pussy. The sight of your juices and his cum secreting from your used hole left him in a trance.

"Ohhh, Baby. You did so well for me," your heart rate started to increase just slightly, "the best girl I could ever have. So needy. So obedient. Drink your water, honey.

You brought the cup to your lips and Bucky brought the new warm cloth up from his side. He started with a single swipe. You arched your back at the sensation the courses through you. You placed the cup down, mesmerized by him.

"You made me feel so good. Did I make you feel

good?"

"Yes, Daddy," you said as you smiled down at him and ran your fingers through his hair. His grip on your left thigh tightened just a little bit, his body unwillingly notifying you that his heart skipped a beat.

He finished cleaning you up and got up from the bed. He pulled the duvet over you without asking this time. Bucky lifted the cup one last time and you happily drank the rest of it contents. He threw the towels in the hamper, grabbing a shirt from the dresser in the process. He walked back over to you and let you settle into your pjs.

He walked to his side and climbed in, immediately pulling you as close as possible. He left kisses on the back of your neck while he whispered about how he wants to spend the next day.

"I love you, YIN."

"I love you too."

seen this before? tumblr deleted my other account so i have to rebuild

[galatially]

❝𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮❞

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 / 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 / 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐈𝐈𝐈: feelings

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 x 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫!𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — and if i could say anything, i would say that it will always be you; you hadn't expected to have to ask for help, but when you do, it's from the one person you wished it wasn't

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 2.3K

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — strong language, pining, general fluff

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — gasp! she updated!

It’s said that things come in threes. 

Your shoelace coming apart this morning should’ve been the first sign. The second sign would’ve been when you dropped your coffee in the parking lot on the way into the office. Standing in front of your landlord as he told you that your apartment was water damaged finished the trio. 

“I’ve called the tenants upstairs but they’re on vacation.”

“Why would they leave the patio door open when they weren’t going to be home? The rain’s been horrible this week.” Your eyes scanned all of your damaged furniture and appliances; there goes your vacation fund. 

“They’re kids, Y/N, you know how that goes,” your landlord says, waving his hand. 

“No, I don’t. I’m not made of money and I don’t leave kids in charge of an entire apartment.” You let out a hard sigh as you looked at the gaping hole in your ceiling. “How long until everything’s fixed?”

He lifted a shoulder. “A week, maybe two. Depends on what the contractors say.”

Great. Just fucking great. 

If you were being honest, you should’ve moved out years ago. Sure, the rent compared to the nicer buildings in Brooklyn was fairly decent but the things that you had to put up with for the sake of said rent in a shitty studio apartment was bullshit. You ran a hand down your face and told your landlord to keep you posted as you dialed Serena’s number.

“Hey, girl!”

“Nat’s not there, is she?”

“Uh…” You heard shuffling and the closing of a door. “What’s wrong?”

“You won’t believe it.” You let out a shaky chuckle, your free hand on your forehead. “My apartment’s flooded. All of that shitty furniture that I’ve been meaning to replace, the new bed frame that I just got. All gone.” You put a hand to your forehead, your eyes and nose starting to burn from the tears threatening to spill. “Can I come over? The more I keep looking at everything, I’m going to have a mental break.” 

“Of course! Let me get my keys and I’ll be over, okay?”

“So, don’t freak out, but Nat and I have company over.”

You and Serena had just pulled into her parking space when the air suddenly thickened. She’d turned the ignition off and turned to face you, her features twisted with worry.

“Okay…?”

“Steve’s in there.”

Had you been a teenager again, you’d have found a way to make your damaged apartment livable. What’s a water damaged loveseat when the man that you’ve fantasized about is less than twenty feet away? But you were fucking exhausted and the last thing you cared about was Steven Grant Rogers seeing you in your grubby scrubs and your braids slipping from the bun you’d put them in this morning. 

“I’ll be fine, Rena. I just want to take a shower and sleep.”

Serena nodded and walked towards the house, leaving you to follow after her in silence. She left the door behind her like she had been since you were in high school and you heard the prevalent voices of some of the Avengers carrying towards you.

“Y/N! I didn’t know you were coming!”

Natasha stood up and pulled you into your arms. You and the redhead became fast friends from the moment you’d set foot into Avengers Tower. You both had the same wry sense of humor and often found yourselves at the same bar on Eighty-Sixth street. She was one of the best partners Serena ever had and, while she teased you about it often, she was supportive when you let slip your crush on Steve. 

“Hey, Nat.” 

She pulled back, her brows furrowed. “What happened?”

As you opened your mouth, you saw a familiar pair of blue eyes on you. He moved to his knees and your eyes went back to Natasha’s. “Is it okay if I tell you later? I’m really tired.” 

She nodded and you walked back towards their guest room, still feeling Steve’s eyes on you.

You awoke to the smell of fresh coffee.

When you reached out for your phone on the end table, you remembered that you weren’t in your apartment and that you left your phone in your pants pocket on the floor. You turned your gaze towards the ceiling and let out a long sigh. 

“Y/N?” Natasha spoke from behind the closed door. “How you feeling?”

You pushed yourself up on your elbows, a half smile drawing in the corner of your mouth. “Could be better. But what’s new?”

She opened the door further and walked into the room, sliding into bed beside you. She took hold of your hand and rested her head on your shoulder. At first, you were confused. Not with the sudden affection or her closeness, but with how she knew that’s what you needed in this moment. 

“You want me to deal with those kids upstairs? I’ll make sure they pay you back in spades.”

You laughed. “Nah. Maybe I can finally make myself look for a new place.” You rested your head against hers. “I’m trying to think about it positively so that I don’t burn the whole complex down.”

“Say the word and Buck and I’ll start gathering supplies.”

“Don’t give him another reason to be a menace,” you said, snorting. “The amount of tending to he needs on a biweekly basis is insane.”

“Steve’s not far behind him.” You heard the lilt in her words. “He was asking about you after you went to bed last night.”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t play coy,” Nat deadpanned, “We all know that you like him.”

“It’s fucking annoying! I’m twenty-nine years old and I can barely look the man in the eyes!”

“I think it’s cute.”

You bumped your shoulder with hers. “I’m being serious, Nat! It’s embarrassing!”

“Yeah, well, he doesn’t think so.”

You waved off her words. “Anyway, I’ll try to find a hotel or something later on today.”

The redhead’s brows furrowed. “For what?” 

“I’m not about to take up space from you guys if I don’t have to.”

She scoffed. “You wouldn’t be taking up space, Y/N, Jesus. We have a spare room for a reason.”

“And one bathroom,” you deadpanned. “I don’t know about you, but Serena needs at least seventy-five percent of the bathroom to herself.”

“She does, doesn’t she?” Nat chuckled. “Do you know anyone that has an extra room or a couch to crash on?”

You shrugged. “Most of my friends from medical school are either married, in a relationship, or halfway across the country. My mom lives in Georgia. Both of my sisters are in Jersey.”

“You could ask Tony if he’s willing to let you stay in one of his many unused properties in Brooklyn.”

You wrinkled your nose. “That’s crossing a line regardless of how close Tony and I are.”

“Bucky?”

“He just got his new place, right? I don’t want to overwhelm him.”

You both looked at each other, the question lingering heavy. You knew that he’d let you, it’s just his nature. Always looking out for people in need. 

But living together, even if for a little while, would muddy things up for you. It was easy to hide your feelings when you could escape to your own place and let them pool at your feet. But to live with him? Even if was temporary, your stomach twisted with worry. You could live in your happy denial and be was none the wiser for it. 

But being temporarily displaced would eventually affect your work. You loved working at Avengers Tower. It was luck that even got you the position and you were damn good at it. 

You let out a long sigh. “Can you hand me my phone?” 

Nat’s lips drew up as she leaned over the side of the bed. “Are you going to call him?”

You gave her your a flat look. “Please, don’t. You can joke all you want because Steve’s practically a sibling to you. I, on the other hand, have to keep from speaking Simlish whenever he so much as looks at me.”

She snickered, handing you your phone. “You’ve clearly never seen him choke on his own tongue whenever you’re in the room.”

Your eyes looked towards the door. “Do you mind? In case he tells me no and I have to die of embarrassment.” Nat started making kissing noises and poking at the side of your face. “If I didn’t know that you’d put me in a hospital, I’d bite your finger off.”

“If I didn’t see you as a sister, I’d let you, free of charge,” she retorted, rising from the bed. You wrinkled your nose when she said your name. “Even if he says no, which he won’t, Rena and I will make room for you.” She held up her hand, a bemused smirk on her lips. “Before you even say it, it’s not a problem or a burden. You’re family. Deal with it.”

You pursed your lips for a few moments before you spoke, your voice small. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to doing anything for me just because you’re dating my best friend.”

“And I don’t want you to think that I don’t love you just as much as she does,” Nat replied. “We’re friends of our own accord and if I want to help you, let me.” You opened your mouth but she stopped you with a raise of her brow. “Are you about to say that we’re not friends?”

“Of course not!”

“Okay, then.” She nodded towards your phone. “Call Steve and then come eat breakfast.” She closed the door behind her and you were left with the crushing realization of your circumstances. 

You took a deep breath and pressed the call button underneath Steve’s contact photo. 

“Y/N?”

Your heart skipped a beat and you hated it. Even hearing his voice over the phone sent your hormones into overdrive. 

“Hey — er, good morning, Captain,” you cleared your throat, “how are you?”

Smooth, Y/N. Real smooth. 

“I’m fine. Is everything okay?”

You gulped. “This is kind of embarrassing but I have a favor to ask.”

He answered so quickly you thought you misheard him. “Anything.”

You let out a nervous chuckle. “I haven’t even asked the favor.”

“Whatever you need from me is yours.”

A warmth gathered in the pit of your stomach and bloomed throughout your body. His voice was low and husky, finality dripping from the words. 

“I’m not sure you’ll think the same once you hear the favor, Captain.”

He chuckled. “Steve, sweetheart. Outside of the tower, I’m Steve.” You stuttered out an affirmative. “Now, what’s the favor?”

You chewed on your bottom lip. “My apartment is flooded and I was wondering if you had any spare room? It’s completely fine if you don’t, I just — ”

“Do you need to grab anything from your apartment? I don’t have much in the way of toiletries but I do have some spare clothes for you to change into, if you need.”

He said yes. 

He actually said yes?

“I — ”

“How do you feel about motorcycles?”

A light chuckle tumbled from your lips. “I haven’t ridden on one since high school but I’m flexible.”

“Great.” You heard faint shuffling and the jingling of keys. “You’re at Nat and Serena’s, right? I need to run out and get some things but I’ll swing by and pick you up after, okay?”

You were floored. You’d expected a bit of groveling on your end and the polite decline that would’ve put you back at square one. 

“I can’t even begin to thank you, C — Steve. Truly.”

His voice softened. “I meant what I said; anything you need from me is yours.” 

Fuck.

“In any case,” you cleared your throat, “you’re doing me a huge favor and I owe you one.” You looked at the digital clock on the nightstand; half past eight. “So, I should be ready by ten?”

“I’ll be there.”

“Okay. Thank you again.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N. It’s my pleasure,” he said. “I’ll see you at ten.”

“See you.” The call disconnected and climbed out of the bed, mechanically making your way towards the kitchen. 

“What’s up?” Nat asked, her brow raised. “What’d he say?”

“He’s coming to get me at ten.” Your voice sounded foreign to your ears. 

Serena set a mug of coffee down in front of you, concern bowing her brows. “Is that a good thing?” 

“I’m…still processing that part.” 

“Uh-uh,” Nat turned your chair towards her, forcing your eyes to meet, “Don’t start overthinking this, Y/N Y/L/N. He’s not doing this just to be polite and he’s damn sure not doing it to make himself look better. He genuinely likes you.”

“Let’s say that I believe you, okay? What does he like about me? We don’t talk outside of work, we barely talk at work. Once we’re in the same space, we have to get to know each other. Every quirk, every flaw. If he gets to see the person that I am outside of the office and doesn’t like what he sees, what do I do with that?”

Nat frowned some. “You’re putting him on a pedestal he doesn’t deserve, Y/N. He’s who he is by circumstance, not by design. And as far as him not liking you for who you are, he’d be fucking lucky to even get so much as a glance from you.”

“And if he so much as says anything about your cute little snores, I’ll kick his ass all up and down the Brooklyn Bridge,” Serena warned.

You smiled. 

“The point is,” Nat continued, “neither one of you know each other and, while this is a bit unorthodox, you could fix that. If by the end of the week you don’t want to stay there, just call us and we’ll figure something out.” She raised a hand, stopping your next words. “Again, if you say another word about how you’re a burden to your friends, I’m going to hang you off the side of the Empire State building.”

The corners of your mouth lifted as you took another sip of your coffee. “Love you, too, Nat.”

She smiled warmly. “Hurry up and eat before Cap gets here.”

By nine forty-five, you were showered, moisturized, and out of your day old scrubs waiting in the living room with Serena and Natasha watching a movie. 

“Why do you like this movie, Y/N? It’s so ridiculous!”

Your mouth gaped at your best friend. “Um, excuse you! This is one of the best rom-coms ever! What’s more romantic than a marketing executive falling in love with a chef through the power of food and magic?”

“She can’t cook!” Nat argued.

“That’s where the magic crab comes in!”

A knock on the door made you pause, your pulse kicking up. 

“Come in!” Serena called out. 

The door opened, Steve’s eyes lighting up when he sees you. “Hey.”

Your cheeks warmed. “Hey.”

“What the fuck, Cap, you’re just going to ignore me in my own house?” Natasha stood up from the couch and moved to pull the Avenger into a hug. “I thought you were coming at ten?”

“I got done with my errands earlier than I expected and was in the neighborhood.” He pulled back and shot a smile to Serena. “Mornin’, Rena.”

“Morning, Stevie.”

His blue eyes found yours again. “You ready?”

You nodded and rose to your feet. Serena pulled you into a hug. 

“Thanks for letting me stay, Rena.”

“Of course! You’re my person, the Maxine to my Khadijah.” She pulled back, a smile in her face. “I’m here whenever you need me.”

“I love you, too, bitch.”

“All right, lovebirds, I want a hug, too,” Nat teased, playfully pushing her girlfriend away to wrap her arms around your shoulders. “Take care of yourself and don’t be afraid to call us if you need anything at all.”

“I will. I’ll see you at work.”

“God, I hope not,” she joked. 

You rolled your eyes and turned to Steve. “Lead the way.” 

You both walked onto the porch and as you were making your way to his bike, he stopped you with his hand. You turned to look at him. “Yes?”

“I just — I’m glad you called.”

You smiled. “I’m glad you picked up. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course.” He nodded towards his bike. “You used to ride?”

“I had a few partners that did in high school and college.” You smirked, walking down the porch steps. “I was going to get my license after I graduated but my residency kind of took over.”

“Would you still want to?”

You shrugged. “Maybe one day when I have time.”

Steve hummed to himself before asking, “Did we have to stop by your apartment to grab anything?”

“Yeah,” your shoulders sagged, “hopefully I have something salvageable. Most of my money’s about to go into finding a new place and replacing all of my furniture —”

“Hey, hey.” He took hold of your hands. “If you don’t have anything, we can go somewhere and get you new things.”

You frowned. “I’m already putting you out, Steve.”

“No one’s putting anyone out. You’re my friend and I’m helping you out.”

Friend. 

Of course he only saw you as a friend. 

You carefully slipped your hands from his and gave him a small smile. “If you say so, Cap.” You turned on your heel and went to straddle the back end of his back. When you looked up at him, he seemed confused. “What?”

“I —” He shook his head. “Nothing. Let’s go.” 

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — not gon' even hold y'all, i'm fucking edging myself at this point and i don't like it lol

but these next two chapters? some of my greatest fluff i've ever fluffed

[smilelikeacheshirecat]

Marvel reacting to you staring at them.

Tony: what? You need money?

Steve: *smiles* can I help you?

Natasha: *staring contest, she won*

Loki: *smirk* like what you see?

Thor: *confused* what?

Wanda: *head tilt with sweet smile*

Peter P: hey, what—Whats up?

Yelena: *offers her macaroon* you want?

Kate: it there something on my face?

Bruce: *smiles and gets back to work*

Bucky: *leans closer and stares intently*

Clint: *confuse, looks behind then back at you*

Pietro: *snaps his finger*

© anniedvorak to some of the interaction go watch her videos at tiktok

[waltermis]

Rumor

Natasha: Moya Lyubov', I heard an interesting rumor today…

Y/N: Only one? I started like twenty.

Tony: I started thirty something...

Scott: Twelve, but they're awesome ones!

*Everybody looking at Sam*

Sam: Oh, I haven't stopped since Ultron...

Y/N: SAM! Ultron was 4 years ago!!!

Sam: Exactly!!

*Somewhere deep inside the compound*

Steve: WHO SAID THAT I WAS A NAZI?!?!

*Natasha looks at everyone*

Y/N: RUN!!!

BONUS:

Clint: *casually sitting in the vents above everyone, knowing full well that he's the one that started the Nazi rumor*

[missmarveledsblog]

What best friends are for (Bucky Barnes x Reader ) 18+

SUMMARY : When john walker makes off handed remarks about the newest female avenger not taking into the account she is the female best friend of bucky , well it snaps something in the former assassin , when he goes to confess his feeling he catches reader in a situation of her own .

warnings : yes this bitch is a smut so if under 18 do not read . it's a bucky barnes smut that should be warning enough, goofy fluffy smutty fun

"STANK DID YOU EAT THE LAST OF THE POPTART " YN voice called through the compound .

"Ok first of stank really .... that was good but uncalled for second of all before you go blaming me remember point break is the pop tart addict in this household baby avenger " Tony grinned thinking he got away with it little did he know the evidence was all over his black sabbath t-shirt.

" For a genius mind stark you sure are dumb thor's been in new asgard for last 3 months and you've pop tart all over your stupid face and shirt " her foot tapped the floor increasingly annoyed. After her long as mission she just wanted to burrito herself in a blanket eat pop tarts and binge a series or two . Tony praying for a miracle and looking for an exit strategy when his miracle walked in with Steve and nat .

" hey Yn what's wrong " Nat being Nat making sure one Y/N was ok and two well any reason to slap start was welcome .

"Stink ate the last of my poptart " she pouted breaking not only nats heart but Tony miracle escape plan bucky opening his mouth and saving the day .

" come on малышка ( baby girl) . I hid some for you " bucky grinned as her face lit up . Ever since y/n came to the compound he swore life gotten a million times better , this woman who was sarcastic ball of sunshine . It also helped that she's most beautiful woman he's ever seen , spent most of his time making sure he could make that smile happen .

He never believed in love and first sight til she walked into meeting two years ago asking fury " aye nicky where can a girl get some good food around here " . The room went silent Tony being the first to break out laughing the rest following suit some agent paled at the words being so chill with one of the scariest men in the world in their eyes .

......

As now sat in a Burrito cocooned blanket , her eyes couldn't help stealing glances at the beautiful specimen she called a bestfriend the light of life itself and the supplier of a poptart habit that could rival the god of thunder himself .

" I've to tell you something buckshot it kinda of important .... you saved dipshits ass today I could be on the raft by now " he chuckled thinking it was her sense of humour when in fact it was a confession changed because she chickened out midway through , common problem she had around the man .

" yeah I just couldn't deal with the headlines imagine iron man dies due to poptart issue , fellow avenger charged " he tried to hold his laughter .

"Well well well who do we have here " her whole body cringed at the voice behind, there stood John walker America's wish version of Steve Rogers stood his eyes draping over her body , making her want to bathe in a volcano alone .

"Ah the poster child for Chad's everywhere is gracing us with his presence what do we owe the dishonour " y/n smiled so sweetly .

"Yn be nice he only here to collect something for fury " Sam quipped as he walked into the room .

" well buckshot , birdbrain I'm off to soak my troubles away enjoy wannabe cap " they watch her flip john the bird and skipped off not wanting to be in the room any longer making bucky want to pout at the loss of her company ... or at least he thought he wasn't but .....

" you got it bad my man I'd skip a girl like that she nothing but trouble, I could take her for you I'm sure I could handle her better since i am more this time " John stupid mouth began to move while Sam was texting nat to get John size for casket .

" A dame like her doesn't need a dipshit like you and son you couldn't handle her, she would kill you quicker than you could draw you a breath out of your measly body " he snarled as his body stiffened at thought of this man even trying to get her attention .

" FURYS BITCH MR STANK WOULD LIKE YOU TO COME TO THE LAB " .

"YN STOP HACKING F.R.I.D.A.Y BUT ALSO NICE ONE ON THE FURY'S BITCH " Tony voice echoed through the intercom .

"Fucking bitch , nevermind she's lost her chance " John snarled leaving Sam and bucky laughing til the cried .

"Language " .

" really steve " Sam laughing harder than he was before .

"It just slips out but I will admit Yn hacking F.r.i.d.a.y was hilarious I wish I was here to see John or Tony's face " steve couldn't hold the chuckle coming out . Bucky head moving in different direction, that direction was to her , for two years she was in his head non stop and if she wasn't in his head , the two were doing everything together and the countless night he thought of her under him didn't help either .

" I gotta go tell her " suddenly braved he ran to find her , his own thoughts not wanting to waste anymore time . He couldn't think straight knowing john walker or any man could try stake their claim .

As she lay in the tub overjoyed at latest achievement wishing she'd seen John stupid face falter when F.r.i.d.a.y called him furys bitch but also knowing she could get the footage later in the evening . Yet her mind kept wandering to her best friend , how he would cheer her up , make her days brighter and how he made her clenched your thighs . past the point of feeling guilty and becoming wetter as her mind thought about him fucking little pussy hard . nor she couldn't help the hand slipping down between her legs like it had a mind of it own , running it through her folds as thoughts about bucky thrusting in her pussy while a firm grasp lost in her hair , the sickening sound of skin slapping against each other .

"Oh fuck. Fuck yes just like that sarge " she whimpered circling now puffy Clit . moans drowning out the noise of the bedroom door opening as bucky made his way in .

He didn't want to stay but hearing those moans fuck it he felt like he died and went to heaven , angels singing just for him . His body betraying his mind as he opened the bathroom door the sight nearly killed him alone beautiful soaking wet body arched and sweet moans filling the room .

" yess just like that sarge fuck " those moans and sloshing water like a sweet melody to his ears . The sentence that stop her dead in your tracks a deep growl making her eyes flying open " FUCK doll you make a lot of pretty sound but I can make you scream them " . Before she could react bucky kissed as he stripped not wanting to waste a second more . It felt right, like it was normal for them ,something in it it that made sense . Moaning into the kiss she rose from the bath pulling back baring herself for her best friend .

" please bucky " she cried as her lips hit his again .

The clash of tongues and teeth the raw passion hitting both. Knowing the border between bestfriend's was so far away , would need to flight to reach it again . None of it mattered the feelings clear enough in the kiss alone knew this was real .

" please sarge I need you " sweet little kisses down his neck . There and then bucky knew he was never letting go .

" so needy my little baby doll " grinning as he took her nipple in his mouth wanting to hear those moans coming from her mouth like he was addicted to them , fuck he was addicted to her and he was finally getting his fill. Dreams becoming reality kissing down this body, one he dreamt of most nights to keep the nightmares at bay . Each touch giving him the clear sign he was one causing it. her body was his to have and he wasn't giving that up . The smell of her arousal taunting and teasing to send him almost primitively feral . It was sweetest smell that ever filled his nostrils . Jesus he knew it would be sweeter than anything he could or would ever taste , almost like the apple that tempted eve . Kissing soft plush thighs as he took in the vision of her bare pussy staring right at him . It was better than any dream or thought he could ever have .

" please James stop teasing me " .

"What do you want baby doll use your words " he wanted to hear those sweet lips tell him .

" I need to feel you ... touch me, fuck me please sarge " .

That was it he was gone eye so dark with lust as he licked teasingly long stripes of your folds.

" Oh fuck baby doll you taste heavenly " his tongue exploring her folds like it was his sole mission , before his mouth greedily sucked her clit. too good she was sure she drowned in the tub and this was heaven . Crying out in pleasure as the man she was undisputedly in love with devoured her like it was his last meal and first meal all at one . the feeling of his tongue alone had the coil tighten with each movement but when he began to slip a finger in it felt like heaven on earth .

" oh fuck bucky i'm going to ... .hey what the fuck" she cried at the lost of contact , brows furrowed in such confusion .

" im sorry baby but when you cum i wanna feel you on my cock " he chuckled at her desperate whines ." you ready doll i need your words " he beautiful ocean filled eyes stared into her soul and telling him with a little nod.

" please bucky i want you to you to fuck me " pussy clenching at nothing desperately hoping for for some release . the pornagraphic moan that came out of her mouth bucky could of came at that alone, she really didn't understand it , how much of a hold on the man she had from the first time he ever saw her and yet she was gonna find out .

" fuck baby your pussy was made for me so tight you're mine baby no one can fuck this pussy i'm gonna make sure shes ruined for anyone else " he groaned each thrust getting harder and deeper .

" fuck bucky i'm your only yours , i've only ever been yours " she cried in pleasure never feeling something so perfect ,the coil tightening more and more, .

" cum for me baby be my good girl ".

the dirty filth coming from his mouth was enough to push over the edge walls clenching around his cock and screams of pleasure filling the room was enough to send bucky over edge his seed hitting her cervix and painting the walls of her cunt .

the room filled with panting both in their own pleasure filled states as bucky lay beside laying her on his chest so tenderly a completely different contrast in his movement before . he couldn't love her anymore than he did and yet it felt like it was .

" i meant what i said buckshot im yours i dont think i could be with anyone else " she said nuzzling herself further into his neck.

" and i'm yours baby doll i always was that day you walked into the meeting i was a goner " kissing her head then her lips . both hearts feeling complete of love as they both dosed off clung together in perfect bliss .

bonus :

"remind me to add sound proof to her room " a scarred tony walked out out the room .

" so furys bitch i see you were wrong it seems our soldier can indeed handle our little spit fire "nat smirked walking to her room .

" as much as i love that they proved him wrong i am traumatised and steve's been a tomato i think they broke him " sam wince joking as his super soldier friend was blushing beat red .

both following the widows lead and leaving a defeated walker to collect his ego and files wanting to leave as soon as possible.

[romanoffshouse]

Steve: Why is Y/N crying on the floor?

Wanda: They're drunk

Steve: And?

Wanda: They saw a picture of Natasha's partner.

Steve: But they're Natasha's partner.

Wanda: Yeah, I know.