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Lazy Weekend

Trigger warning: smut, multiple orgasms-both male and female, male and female giving oral, female and male receiving oral, watching each other masturbate, praise kink, dirty talk (not in a degrading way), fingering, overstimulation, orgasm denial, fluff.

*This will be an 18+ over story. So if you're a minor, PLEASE DON'T READ. If you're 18+, read at your own risk!

Summary: Your fiance Steve Rogers comes back from a mission, and you both spend a lazy weekend together.

Steve is sleeping on his back, his arms wrapped you. He pulled you closer to him so that you could sleep on his chest. Your engagement ring sparkles in the early morning sunlight. Steve proposed to you on your birthday the year before, and he proposed with his mother's ring. He had it sized before he even popped the question.

The mission was to rescue and release hostages. The hostages were being held on a cruise ship, right off the coast of Spain. Tony and you both spoke fluent Spanish, so Tony really needed you. This wasn't your first mission where you were using the skills that you learned, thanks to your promotion. You really didn't want to mess it up. Everyone, including Nick Fury and Agent Coulson were also counting on you. You used the security cameras to guide everyone to safety.

You and Steve were exhausted. It was 9 a.m. by the time you both woke up. The automatic coffee pot made coffee earlier, but it was still on.

You and Steve were just going to have a lazy weekend together, and it wasn't often that you two had this. You and Steve had been planning for your spring wedding, and it was taking up a lot of time. This wasn't just any day. This was a day where you and Steve would become husband and wife, and spend the rest of your days as such. Today, you didn't have a dress fitting, and your bridesmaids have already had their dresses fitted. You also picked out the cake, the flavor, and planned on having cupcakes that looked like a waterfall.

Your and Steve's wedding was only a few weeks away, but it felt like it would be days away. Plus, your bridesmaids were throwing you a bridal shower next week, so having a lazy weekend with just you and Steve was a welcome change.

Steve had a few days old beard, and he always looked sexier with it. You and Steve were naked under the covers, and you both enjoyed a round of love making, which was your custom after missions. You both would have made love on the quinjet, but you both wanted to wait until you both got home, and were in bed. You both showered together afterwards, and made love in the privacy of your own home. In a way it was better than the quinjet, and Tony wasn't even around. If you both had, Tony would never shut up about it.

You just felt even more beautiful right now. Steve was right, you have a glow after you and Steve make love. Part of that glow was just from being in love with Steve, part of that was from making love to the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with.

After a while, Steve comes back with two cups of coffee, one black, the other with some vanilla caramel creamer and two sugars. You brush your teeth and wash your face while Steve fixes the coffee.

Steve is wearing his tank top and boxers. You're wearing a pair of panties and one of Steve's large hoodies. Steve is busy reading his book, and you're reading yours. Steve and you are just enjoying your coffee.

"Mmm, Steve, don't stop," you say.

Steve put his book down, and removed your hoodie, leaving you in nothing but your panties. Steve is kissing your bare shoulder, and your neck, and it feels so good.

"I can do this all day," says Steve, as he's kissing you all over right now.

"Mmmm, then we can spend the rest of the weekend in bed," you say.

"What's even better, is seeking you naked all weekend, doll," says Steve.

You and Steve wouldn't mind being naked all weekend.

You both finish your coffee. You and Steve don't get in the shower right away, instead, Steve kisses you lovingly.

"I love you, doll," says Steve.

"I love you, too, Captain Sexy Spangled Man," you say.

Steve and you kiss deeply and passionately. Steve lowers you down on the bed, and focuses on your more sensitive spots. You're enjoying the sensation, and you eventually remove Steve's tank top. He looked even sexier shirtless. Your panties are starting to become wet from your own arousal.

Steve starts to go down on you, and you are loving the sensation. Steve's kissing every inch of your pussy, and it's now starting to become soaked with your juices. You remove Steve's boxers, and lick your lips. You need Steve inside you NOW!

"Steve, please. Please! I need you, I need you inside me," you say.

"Mmm, soon doll, soon." says Steve.

You grab a hold of Steve. Steve's erection just feels good. You start to stroke him, and Steve let's out a moan. Beads of pre-cum were leaking out of his now swollen, red tip. Steve couldn't wait to be inside you. His erection was becoming more painful, more swollen, and was really throbbing.

When you were holding Steve's painfully erect penis in your hand, it turned Steve on even more! It turned you on, too because it felt good to hold Steve's erect penis, and you just loved the feeling of it. You also loved stroking him and it always felt beautiful, special, and Steve loved it. He loved how you made your strokes loving, and found a pace that worked for the both of you.

"Don't stop, doll," says Steve.

Steve has a look of pleasure and relief. You keep stroking him, because it's helping him feel much better right now.

"Are you feeling much better, Captain?" you ask.

Steve looked painful and uncomfortable. You keep stroking him until he felt better. Beads of pre-cum were still leaking out of him. Eventually, some semen started to leak out, leaving a white streak on your thigh. Steve was trying to keep his cum in. He really was waiting until he was inside you. He wanted to make sure you took every drop of him.

"OH, FUCK DOLL!" says Steve, as pleasure and relief washed over him.

Steve removes your panties, leaving you completely nude. Steve kisses every inch of your now naked and completely soaked vagina, Steve's tongue was dipping in and out, and he was also fluttering kisses to the lips of your pussy. Steve eventually reached down and was rubbing your nub with his thumb and forefinger, which was now swollen. It felt warm, and Steve wasn't too fast or too slow. His pace was perfect. With his other hand, he's dipping two fingers in and out of you, and this feels amazing. Steve always done this, giving you that clitoral stimulation that he heard so much about, You explained it to him, and what you can do. Steve wanted to try using his fingers on you, and he heard about this. This was all about pleasure for the both of you.

Steve and you tried different types of this, and Steve found toys too intimidating. He tried using a dildo, but found it confusing. You explained that he can use his fingers, if he liked, and he was willing to try that, and that he can use his other hand to stretch you, and his dominant hand to also stimulate you. When Steve tried it with his hands, you let your pleasure was over you. Steve was also turned on by this. You've been using this method ever since, since it worked for the both of you. You explained that clitoral stimulation just isn't for you, it's also for him. You both needed to be stimulated in order to make sex more pleasurable and more enjoyable for the both of you.

You also explained that one of you could sit, while the other masturbated. You could have him watch you masturbate, if that's a preference. Steve was curious about that one! So, one night, when you and Steve wanted to experiment with a different method of making love, you both watched each other masturbate. It turned out that it was a huge turn on for the both of you.

You started, slowly. You stood in front of him, you reached down, and started to rub your clit. You used your other hand to stimulate the feeling of Steve's cock inside you. Eventually, you let go, and your orgasm turned Steve on.

Then, it was your turn to watch Steve. You watched Steve, stroke himself. He kept doing this, and it was slow at first, the pace being perfect. Eventually, Steve lost control, and went faster. Steve let go, letting out a guttural grunt, but Steve was still erect. You told Steve to switch places, he could sit there, and he could spread his legs a bit to make room. You kissed Steve lovingly and passionately, paid close attention to his sensitive spots, and then straddled him. You grabbed the condom he remembered to grab, opened it, and then rolled it on him. He had his first orgasm as you were rolling it on him. You grabbed his cock, lined yourself up with him, and pulled him inside you. You both had sex right then and there, but it felt like it was so much more.

You also explained that you could both try making love using different positions. You explain that he can try ones where you're on top, and he's on the bottom. He very much liked the mastery. After watching each other masturbate, you loved to initiate sex. For Steve, it helped him, too. It made him appreciate you more, and he saw a side of you that he never saw before. It turned out you did have a bossy, dominant side that only came out during sex. Steve loved this! It helped him turn off his captain switch.

You explained how different positions make the act of sex more pleasurable, and that it was good for the both of you. Missionary was tried and true, but it gets boring having sex in one position only. So, the mastery was a winner. Doggy style-both the original and the standing version was another clear winner. Spoon was a winner. Lotus was also a clear winner. You explained that the different positions were for the both of you. Spoon and missionary were the perfect positions for lazy, slow, and perfect sex.

You also explained that lots of couples watch porn, and that's enough stimulation for some couples. You both tried that one, but it just didn't feel right for the both of you. Watching each other masturbate was the one!

You also explained that you could both make a video of the both of you having sex, and that lots of couples do this. You and Steve try that, and it was a clear winner. Steve and you had your own personal version of porn for just the both of you. This helped with watching each other masturbate because it helped give you that visual, and it helped move things along for the both of you.

"Steve, please, don't stop," you say.

Steve keeps going, and he keeps kissing your pussy, and he keeps dipping his tongue in and out. The feeling of his beard against your naked pussy just added to the sensation. He kept rubbing your clit, and you felt the coil in your belly about to snap.

Finally, the coil in your belly snaps, and there's no going back now. You let it happen. You feel it happening.

"OH, FUCK! FUCK STEVE! OH, FUCK!" you scream, as your first orgasm washes over you.

"That's it, doll. Keep going," says Steve.

"Keep working your way through this, doll. You're doing great, keep going," says Steve.

"Let it out. Don't hold back my beautiful dirty doll. Let it out," says Steve.

You keep going, and Steve keeps talking your through your orgasm. Your orgasm is over in no time.

"Good girl," praises Steve.

Steve is still rubbing your nub, and is still dipping his fingers in and out of you. Your juices from your arousal are all over his fingers.

"OH GOD! FUCK STEVE!" you scream, as this next one washes over you.

You let you orgasm happen, and Steve works through it.

When you had your first orgasm, Steve liked to talk you through it, and work through it, which helped the both of you.

Good girl," says Steve.

Steve raises his fingers to you, which are now covered in your juices. This was something new, and Steve really wanted to explore this.

"There you go, keep sucking," says Steve.

Steve is talking you through this, and you also discover that you like this. It seems so innocent, but so dirty, to be sucking the arousal off of your fiance's fingers.

"Mmm," you say.

"How does it taste? I bet it tastes sweet," says Steve.

"Mmmmmm, this tastes so sweet, and it tastes so good," you say.

"There you go, keep sucking, You're doing great," says Steve, as he's rubbing your clit. The more stimulated the both of you were, the better.

"Keep sucking, you'll be rewarded," says Steve.

"Are you finished? Do you still need to keep sucking your juices from your pussy?" says Steve.

"I still need to keep sucking, Captain," you say.

"Good girl," says Steve, when you not only said your need, you also called him Captain.

Steve also discovered that you had a praise kink, and he took that and ran with it. He didn't take advantage of it, You both discovered this by accident. You and Steve were making your first video of the both of you having sex, and well, Steve started to praise you. You loved it, and he praised you when you had an orgasm. That made him even harder, and when it was your turn, you also discovered that he actually liked dirty talk. Yep, Captain "Language" America actually liked dirty talk in the bedroom. Who knew?

Steve wasn't even inside you, yet. Your orgasm actually pleased you, and it pleased him, and only caused him to become harder. Steve had even more cum leak out of his already swollen cock.

Eventually, Steve grabs himself, lines himself up with you, and with you also holding him, you both guide him inside you. Semen was already coming out of him at at unholy speed. You're legs are already spread, and Steve welcome this. He kisses you passionately and deeply, and you both just lie there for a few minutes. You just feeling Steve inside you just made him feel even better. He wanted to wait for a few minutes until the swelling went down even more. You let out a sigh, and Steve lets out a guttural moan when he enters you.

"That's it. You get to now have my cock. You've been waiting, and you've been so good, my dirty slut," says Steve.

"Shit, doll! Oh, fuck. this feels good!" says Steve.

Steve's cum was already starting to fill you, and seeing you enjoy the sensation of Steve's cum filling you was turning Steve on even more. You were turned on by the very feeling of Steve being inside you, filling you with his hot, white cum, and it actually felt good for the both of you. This was the first time you and Steve didn't use a condom, so sex actually felt even better, because there was nothing between your bodies. Normally, you or Steve would reach for a condom. Not this morning. You and Steve discussed this ahead of time, and Steve wanted to wait until you both got back from the mission.

Steve and you kiss lovingly and deeply again, this time Steve starts to move. You rock your hips, and Steve welcomes this. This time, Steve starts out slow, and you love this. Steve and you would speed up to an even faster pace that was perfect for the both of you.

"Shit, doll. You feel so good! This feels so good!" says Steve.

"Mmm, Steve. Please," you say, as Steve is kissing the spot on your neck that is making you see stars.

"Mmm, right there," you say.

"Please, what, dirty little whore?" says Steve.

"Please, don't stop. Please, move inside me," you say.

"That's better, my dirty doll," says Steve.

Steve moves inside you, and you let you're primal urge to come happen. Steve feels this, too. You need to come, he needs you to come. You feel the coil in your belly snapping.

"OH GOD! FUCK STEVE! FUCK!" you scream.

"Good girl," praises Steve.

Steve is still moving inside you, and he now feels much better and much more comfortable. Making love to you right now was keeping him going. Releasing his warm, white liquid inside you was keeping him going, and you anticipating this was even more of a turn on. Just helping your fiance with his painful, swollen erection was enough of a turn on for the both of you

Eventually, you wrap your legs around Steve, giving him a new angle. Steve is welcoming the new angle, and eventually, he picks up the pace. You welcome this.

"Not sure how much longer I'm going to last, doll," says Steve.

Eventually, Steve speeds up, and his thrusts have now become faster and sloppier. Steve slows down, and in one final thrust, he lets go inside you.

"OH, GOD! "OH, FUCK, CAPTAIN! OH, GOD!" you let go, letting pleasure wash over you.

"Good girl," says Steve.

"OH, FUCK, DOLL! SHIT, DOLL!" screams Steve, as his orgasm washes over him, making you have another orgasm that was completely unexpected, and came out of nowhere.

"OH, FUCK! OH, FUCK CAPTAIN! OH, MY FUCKING GOD, CAPTAIN!" you scream, as your final orgasm washes over you.

"Good girl," says Steve.

You feel Steve twitch inside you, and you also feel his warm white liquid being released inside you. Ropes and ropes of his cum were already being released inside you, and they were filling you in a way that satisfied you. It was also satisfying for Steve, knowing that your and Steve's lovemaking made you both feel pleased, and it was better than your ex-partners. You pull Steve down for a loving and passionate kiss, and you and Steve just lie there. Steve is still inside you, and you're both coming down from your highs.

"I love you, Captain Handsome," you say.

"I love you, doll," says Steve.

You and Steve kiss passionately again, and Steve rolls off you, wrapping you in his arms.

"Mmm, that was amazing, Steve," you say.

"Mmm, that was the best," says Steve.

With all the wedding planning, missions, and the fact that you were working more, love making between you and Steve also fell by the wayside. But today, it was all about your and Steve's primal urge to express your love as a couple.

You kiss Steve lovingly, and are just lying with Steve, under the covers. You and Steve are just staring at each other lovingly, and Steve kisses you lovingly again. Steve grabs some boxers and his favorite hoodie, and Steve grabs one of his hoodies, and a pair of panties for you. Steve grabs some socks for the both of you, and you get a glimpse of Steve. Steve pulls the covers off you, picks you up and carries you bridal style to the shower.

"Mmm, Steve," you say.

Steve and you strip down, and Steve backs you into the shower. You turn on the water, and the next thing you both knew, you and Steve enjoy round two in the shower.

As your drying yourselves off when your both done, Steve wraps his towel around his waist. You're dry, you just comb your hair and put on your moisturizer.

Steve is just sitting in the bed, with his towel still on.

"Clothing optional weekend, Cap. Permission to remove my hoodie!" you say.

"Permission granted," says Steve.

You rock your hips back and forth, causing you and Steve to both laugh. You give Steve a loving kiss, and start to focus on his sensitive spots. To be honest, you and Steve have always been curious about males receiving oral sex from their partners. Steve heard about this, but never experienced your lips being wrapped around his cock. Steve started to have another erection, when you removed your hoodie, and stood there, in nothing but your bra and panties. You reach back, undo your bra, and remove it. Steve was becoming more erect.

"Stay just like that, Steve. If it feels uncomfortable, the safe word is Brooklyn," you say.

"It's about our pleasure, and our comfort," you say, giving Steve a quick kiss, and you kiss him passionately after a while. You pay close attention to his sensitive spots, lingering at each spot.

Steve was sitting on the bed, his erection on full display.

"Just spread your legs slightly more," you say.

Steve spreads his legs a little more.

"That's it, Steve. Right there," you say

You knelt down, and started to kiss his length, making sure each one lingered a little longer. You see his swollen head, and get excited. You wrap your lips around, and start to play with him, using your tongue, pulling in him a little more every time. You pull him in as far as you can go, and as far as he feels comfortable.

Eventually, you finish. You and Steve didn't use the safe word, because you took your time, which Steve welcomed. What you couldn't fit, you stroked. Plus, you trusted each other enough to try new things and explore in the bedroom. Well, wrapping your mouth around Steve's erect penis actually felt better than expected. You and Steve didn't see what the big deal was, it was just an erect penis, and the woman he loved was making this kind of sex more intimate. Steve had hooded eyes the whole time, and even put your hair back in a ponytail.

Steve ejaculated into your mouth, letting ropes of his warm white semen fill your mouth, and you swallowed his warm white liquid. It actually felt good doing down your throat.

"Mmmm, that was better than I thought," says Steve.

"It wasn't even gross, or disgusting. It was amazing," you say.

Giving Steve oral wasn't just for you. it wasn't just for Steve. it was for the both of you, and for Steve, it felt better to be on the receiving end of it, and you giving. You just sat there, with your head on Steve's lap. Steve was sitting on the bed, completely naked, and is lovingly stroking your hair.

You and Steve just enjoy the silence, with Steve still stroking your hair, and your head is still on his lap.

"Mmm, I'm hungry, doll. Breakfast?" says Steve.

"Mmmm, that sounds good. It will taste even better after sex," you say.

Steve puts on his boxers, and his hoodie, but you just wanted Steve shirtless right now. You throw on your hoodie, but leave your bra on the floor. You're only wearing your panties underneath the hoodie.

You pull out the bacon, and Steve gets the eggs. Your fixing the bacon, and Steve lines a plate with paper towels. Steve stands behind you, and puts his arms around your waist.

The bacon is ready, and Steve cooks the eggs. You make the toast, and butter it. You place the jelly on the table, and then slice the toast, and place it on a smaller plate on the table.

You and Steve talk and eat. The breakfast tastes way better than it should. Why did breakfast always taste much better after morning sex?

You and Steve clean up, and you load the dishwasher. Steve comes up behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist, and then grabs your chin, and turns your head towards him. He kisses you lovingly, and when you and Steve break the kiss, you lean your head back into his shoulder. You two just stay there, and Steve starts to kiss your neck. You move your head to the side to make more room. He's kissing you in the spot that's making you see stars.

Steve and you were still in hoodies, and he reaches up, and starts to play with your nipple. This is form of stimulation also worked for the both of you, and you discovered this, when you two tried the modified version of doggy style. Eventually, you reach back, and pull his boxers down just enough to release his now erect penis. You grab his cock, and rub it against your clothed pussy.

Steve reaches down, and removes your panties. They slide down the floor, then Steve keeps his hands around your waist. You reach down, and start to rub your nub. Steve eventually removes your hand, and replaces it with his own fingers. You start to dip your fingers inside you, and when they're nice and lubricated, you reach up, and place them in Steve's mouth.

"Mmmm, doll," says Steve.

"You taste so sweet and so good," says Steve.

You eventually grab a hold of Steve and start to pump. Steve enjoys this new sensation, and he keeps rubbing your nub. Eventually, you remove your hand from Steve's cock, feeling that he is stimulated just enough. This morning, he was so overstimulates, and in pain from holding his cum in. You explained that even though you and Steve started having sex without a condom, holding his cum in wasn't good for him. It needed to be released, and if some is released before he's inside you, it's okay. He didn't have to wait, his penis was painful, throbbing, and uncomfortable from holding it earlier. The sex-including oral, and including right now-was the perfect way to release whatever semen was left over. In fact, you realized earlier that Steve was overstimulated.

"Steve, please," you say.

"Watch me, baby. Watch me make the cum come out of my cock," says Steve.

You kneel down on the kitchen floor, and just watch Steve pleasure himself. He keeps going until his cum leaves his swollen, erect cock in thick, white ropes. You remove your hoodie, and are now completely naked.

"Wait, Captain," you say.

"That's it, kneel just like that," says Steve.

You kneel on the linoleum floor, and Steve has grabbed a hold of his cock. You start to suck on his cock, and Steve helps things along by pumping himself, and you've grabbed onto his hips for support. You've never tried this with Steve standing up, but you two could do it with him lying or sitting. That's was well and good, and you and Steve wanted to try it this way. What better time like the present?

"Good girl. You're such a good dirty little whore," says Steve.

Cum is now being released into your mouth, and your pumping what you can't take. You keep swallowing, and Steve and you are actually enjoying this. Steve keeps praising you, telling you that you are taking this so good, and that's this is what you, his good, dirty little slut and him need to do more often. You and Steve have done this before, but not in the kitchen, You've done this in the bedroom. You and Steve just wanted to try this out of curiosity, and well, you both liked it. When Steve is done, you lick him clean.

Eventually, Steve helps you back up. You lean on the counter to help you regain your sense of balance, and as you lean forward, Steve grabs his penis, which is now even more erect, then enters you from behind. He starts to kiss your neck, and Steve starts his thrusts. He found a rhythm that worked for the both of you.

"FUCK, DOLL!" says Steve.

"OH FUCK, CAPTAIN!" you say, your orgasm washing over you.

"Keep going, keep moving. That's it, just like that," says Steve.

You're leaning forward, and your moving your hips back and forth. Steve is thrusting into you, and Steve is praising you.

"You're doing so well, dirty doll, taking your Captain so good," says Steve.

You an Steve keep this up, and you feel another orgasm coming. Steve feels it, too, so he tells you to just let this happen and to just let it out.

"OH, FUCK STEVE! GOD STEVE!" you scream.

"Good girl," says Steve.

Steve loved talking you through your orgasms, and he loved praising you when you had one.

"You're holding back, doll. Just let it happen," says Steve, when he sensed that you were holding back, because you really wanted him to watch you pleasure yourself, so you wanted to save some of your energy.

"FUCK STEVE! OH MY FUCK, STEVE!" you scream.

"That's better," says Steve,

You and Steve keep at this for a while, and Steve finishes. You feel Steve's final thrust, and you feel ropes of his cum being released inside you.

For holding back, Steve denied you your next orgasm. Which was fine.

"For holding back, you can't have this next one. Resist the urge, doll. Cum for me when I say so," says Steve.

Your urge to have your orgasm is stronger than ever after a few minutes, so you ask for Steve's permission.

"Permission to come, Captain?" you ask.

"Permission denied. I can't let you come yet," says Steve, who has arms around you, and has his fingers dipping in and out of you.

"You still can't come. You may come when I'm finished," says Steve.

You were trying your hardest to resist, but every time you wanted to, Steve kept denying you.

"Nope, not until I'm ready," says Steve.

"But Captain...I need," you plead.

"Nope, permission denied," says Steve.

Steve comes back around, so that he's now facing you.

"Okay, please pleasure yourself for me. Remember, you can't cum until I say so," says Steve.

You immediately start to pleasure yourself. You keep going, and keep going and keep going. Steve is enjoying this, eventually you feel like you're about to snap, permission from Steve be damned.

"Okay, now you may come doll," says Steve, seeing you tear up. Steve didn't want you to suffer any longer.

You let each orgasm wash over you, and the last one is the strongest.

"FUCK STEVE! OH, FUCK STEVE! HOLY FUCK!, you scream.

"That's it, keep it coming," says Steve.

Steve backs into a chair, and sits and watches, while you continue to masturbate, and have orgasm after orgasm.

"Good girl," says Steve.

You keep going until you bottom out. You're just exhausted from having multiple orgasms. You're exhausted from masturbating until you came on your fiance's command. You're exhausted from the earlier round.

"Here, come sit on your Captain's lap," says Steve.

You go to put your panties and your hoodie back on, but Steve stops you.

"Don't bother with clothes, doll," says Steve.

"Come here," says Steve,

You do as your told, and sit in Steve's lap. Steve wraps his arms around you, and kisses your cheek, and lovingly strokes your hair. Your head is resting on his shoulder.

"Mmm, that was the best kitchen sex we've had," says Steve.

"We're making up for a ton of lost time," you say.

"Mmmm, true. I miss this," says Steve.

"I miss this, too," you say.

You and Steve didn't realize how much you two missed the act of sex because you both had been busy with missions, paperwork, meetings, and wedding planning. So far, this morning just felt like you had weeks of pent up sex and pent up desire just needing an outlet. Back to the tried and true later. You and Steve needed to let this out, you and him needed this outlet. It actually felt better now that you two were letting it happen. It's as if the last several weeks were waiting for the both of you. You and Steve had a healthy sex life. You made love five nights a week. Sunday, Monday, Thursday Friday, and Saturday were the days you and Steve often had sex. Those mornings, you also had morning sex. That helped Steve get rid of his morning wood. When this happened the first time, Steve apologized.

"Try peeing right now, Steve," you tell Steve.

"You have nothing to apologize for. It's normal," you say.

Steve tried to pee, but just couldn't. He wasn't pee shy. You told Steve to come back to bed, you had another idea. You kissed Steve passionately, and you two proceeded to make love. That was actually more helpful to the both of you. When Steve got up again, you went and made the coffee, and Steve peed. You saw him grabbing himself, standing with toilet seat up, and he was emptying his bladder. It helped to pee after sex. Steve wiped himself, flushed, then washed his hands. You peed, then brushed your teeth.

Your hand is across his chest, and Steve starts to gently rock you. The gentle rocking lulls you to sleep. Steve continues to rock you, and sees that you've fallen asleep. He kisses your forehead, and he gets up, and carries you to the couch. He lays you on the couch, covering you with a blanket. He gathers his boxers, your panties, and both of your hoodies. He neatly folds everything, and places them on the recliner. Steve gets behind you, and falls asleep next to you. Steve wraps you in his arms, and Steve falls asleep, too. The mornings sessions really wore the both of you out, so a nice, long afternoon nap in each other's arms was just what you two needed.

You and Steve wake up, and Steve kisses your shoulder, and down your arm.

"Mmmm, can we just lie here and spoon, doll? says Steve.

"Mmm, permission granted," you say.

You feel Steve's hard on, and you explain what you want Steve to do.

"I'm going to back into you, slowly, okay," you say.

You pull Steve down for a loving and passionate kiss. You grab Steve from behind, and he grabs himself. He lines himself up with you, then you both guide him in. You back up as far as possible, and you and him start to move together.

"Cum with me," you say.

You both have an orgasm together. Steve and you kept going until you both bottomed out.

You and Steve have lunch, then have dinner. You and Steve wake on the couch the next morning, and it's Sunday. Lazy morning sex was just what was needed. You and Steve make love, slowly, and you have an orgasm. Steve praises this.

You and Steve just spend the rest of the day being lazy slobs, much like you did yesterday in between rounds. Today, it was just about being lazy, and you and Steve snuggle on the couch. You kiss Steve lovingly and passionately after you two watch one of the videos of you two having sex, and Steve is completely nude, and he was masturbating, his hot, white liquid coming out of his cock. Steve can't even move, he's that hard. So, you kiss him passionately, then kiss him all over, focusing on his sensitive spots.

"Here, let me," you say, as you straddle him.

You grab his cock, line yourself up with him, and then you lower yourself down on him, and Steve responds. You keep at this, until the coil in Steve is ready to snap.

"FUCK DOLL! FUCK, DIRTY LITTLE DOLL!" screams Steve as his orgasm washes over him.

"That's it, Captain Fuckmerica, just like that," you say.

Now, that was a new one! Steve kisses you passionately, after he pulls you down. He loved it when you took control, and set the pace, and set the stage. It made the both you feel stimulated, because it allowed for you take control, and it allowed for Steve for much better stimulation, and he didn't need to work as hard to get you going. It was good for him, because it allowed him to for much better access to your pussy and your clit, and it also allowed him to take a back seat and just enjoy the act of sex, and he could just enjoy being inside you.

Steve loved dirty talk, mostly it was him talking dirty to you. It was new for you, too. So, you both love dirty talk, and you needed to do this more often to him.

"Mmm, doll, says Steve.

"OH FUCK! STEVE, FUCK!" you scream.

"Good girl," says Steve.

You kept going, and Steve kept praising you. After you finish, you're sitting on Steve's lap, and kiss him passionately.

"Mmm, doll. That was perfect," says Steve.

"Steve, this was amazing, it was even more beautiful, it was even more perfect," you say, and kiss Steve lovingly.

You're still in Steve's lap, and you and Steve just sit there, with Steve lovingly stroking your hair. Steve kisses you lovingly, gets up, and carries you bridal style to the bed. Steve and you just have some plain, good old fashioned, missionary sex.

The lazy, sex filled weekend was just what your both needed. You and Steve take a nice, long bath together, and Steve rubs your little nub, and then dips his fingers in and out of you.

You enjoy this. When you and Steve get out of the bath, Steve sits on the bed, cross legged, hoping to hide is erection. You see Steve's erect penis, and you start to gently stroke him. You kiss him lovingly and passionately, and Steve grabs your hips so that you won't fall off him. You sit with your legs on either side of hips, and grab his cock, and you line yourself up up with him. You guide him inside you, and you rock your hips. Steve starts to thrust, and you let Steve have the first orgasm.

"Come on, Steve. You get to have the first one. Don't hold back, just let it out," you say.

"SHIT, DOLL!" screams Steve.

'FUCK CAPTAIN!" you scream.

"Good girl," says Steve.

You feel Steve twitch inside you, and he releases ropes of his cum inside you.

The candlelight just added a nice, romantic feel to the bedroom. The light catches your engagement ring, and it sparkles. After, you just hold Steve in your arms, with him resting on your breasts.

You and Steve just loved the Lotus position. You loved how closer you two became, and you just loved the intimacy of the position. It really allowed for the both of you to enjoy each other, and for Steve, it allowed him to feel even more stimulated, and it allowed better clitoral stimulation for you. It also allowed Steve to feel you at an even better angle. You were right. Clitoral stimulation wasn't just for you, it was also for Steve.

The next day, you and Steve wake up in each other's arms. That morning, you and Steve just enjoy some nice, lazy morning sex. You just lay there, wrapped in his arms, and it feels so good. Before you and Steve get ready for work, you and Steve have some shower sex.

It's like this for the next several days. On Thursday, you start your period, so Steve spends the rest of the weekend taking care of you. It gave you both the chance to rest, and it gave him and you the chance to have some true intimacy. You two just make out right in the shower, and then in the bath when you take a hot bath to help relieve your cramps.

You and Steve need to have lazy, sex-filled weekends more often.

Sorry, people. I had to make this 18+ because this took a direction that I really wasn't expecting. I just decided to run with it, and it just worked out. Please be kind, because I don't write smut at all. This is my first time writing smut. I also wanted to add in some fluff. Please keep in mind, kinks should be mutual. Anything you and your partner want to do in the bedroom should be discussed by the both of you, and always remember to get consent. Also, please remember to use protection. I don't have to remind people, it's just common sense. In this, unprotected sex was discussed by two consenting adults. So, with that being said, please remember that anything you want to do with your partner, discuss with your partner. Also, it's okay to discover new things in the bedroom. In this, the the reader and Steve discover that the reader also likes dirty talk. Dirty talk should also be discussed-what terms do you both prefer, what you're comfortable with, how far are you both willing to go, etc.-with your partner. Also, remember that clitoral stimulation-or any stimulation-isn't just for you, it's also for your partner. You don't have to use toys. Toys aren't for everyone, so you and partner can also experiment with what your like in order to get stimulated. Just remember, certain things just aren't for everyone.

Please enjoy!

#steve rogers #steve rogers smut #multiple orgasms #praise k!nk #dirty talk #18 + only #fluff

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rogers-attic · 3 months

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same energy

#i was watching vision: impossible the other night and after roger developed the ability to see ppls future-#i was like ‘HOLY FUCKING SHIT THEY DID THIS W/ MEATWAD IN ATHF’ and it fucking blew my mind to pieces #and then proceeded to get very giddy and stimmy bcuz i love both those shows and characters sm #also i posted a better version of this on twt with vids but decided to do pics since you cant add multiple vids in a post on here :((#american dad #roger smith #steve smith #vision: impossible #season 9 #aqua teen hunger force #meatwad #master shake #frylock #the meat zone #the dead zone

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darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor · 2 years

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Loki Series

Ad Libitum (Loki)

By the King’s Hand (Loki)

Fully Completely (Loki)

Unearthly Desires (Loki)

Little Lies (Loki, boss au)

The Sticking Point (regency au)

Dirty Work

Multicharacter fics ft. Loki:

Summertime sadness (dad! Steve Rogers, professor!Bucky Barnes, boss!Loki)

Stranger at the Door (Loki, Thor)

Eye of the Storm (Thor & Loki)

Too much is never enough (Thor, Loki, MCU)

Too much is never enough Epilogues (Loki, Thor, MCU)

Hidden Gems (Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Thor, Loki, Peter Parker)

All in the Family (Loki, Heimdall, Victor Shade/Vision, College AU)

Pretty Petals (Multifandom)

Drabbles:

2022 Drabbles (multi fandom collection)

Forbidden Lessons (Professor Loki, Professor Bucky Barnes, MCU)

Sweet Treats AU (MCU, multiple characters + multiple reader)

#loki #dark!loki #series #masterlist #character #multiple characters #mcu #marvel #au #avengers #thor #sam wilson #bucky barnes #steve rogers #peter parker #heimdall #vision

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avengerscompound · 2 years

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Steve Rogers

X-Men: Hellfire Gala (2022)

#marvel #avengers #marveledit #comicedit #steverogersedit #captainamericaedit #steve rogers #captain america #x-men: hellfire gala #616 #multiple artists #marvel comics #avengerscompoundedit

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frankthesnek · 1 year

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🎊 New Story 🎊

Beautiful, Perfect, Doll (rated E)

Stony (Tony Stark/Steve Rogers)

Established relationship, soft sex, Tony being confused by emotions

Sex with Steve left him feeling raw and vulnerable, exposed and torn open in a way he still could not understand. It was sex, just sex! Tony'd had more than his fair share of sex; how could Steve do this to him? Take him so completely apart with his hands and his words.

#new fic #established relationship #relashinship study #emotions #soft sex #feel good fic #love confessions #multiple sex scenes #stony #stevetony #tony stark #steve rogers #fan fiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #signal boost

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November 30th, 1942

This is very much inspired by that post thats like 'remember how Bucky said he enlisted so Steve wouldn't worry about him'. I just couldn't stop thinking about Bucky getting his draft letter and being so worried about people worrying about him. This draws heavily from the lore developed in the chat with @bucknastysbabe , inculding but not limited to: Rebeccas food thing, George Barnes the WWI vet who died from a medical problem caused by his time in the amry, Steve and Rebecca being close, Ma Barnes being one of the kindest people in the world and a midwestern girlie...etc etc. Sources for the bits of research I did for this fic are here and here.

November 30th, 1942

In 1942, on the Monday after Thanksgiving, Bucky got a letter. He saw it when he got home from the docks, slightly crumpled between Rebecca’s algebra and geography books on the kitchen counter. It had gotten a little damp in the mailing process and was stuck to the front of a letter to his mother, from her own mother back in Iowa. He didn’t think too much of it-he was too exhausted to think much of anything. Unloading crates from ships was far from the worst work in the world, but it sure did zap his energy and fill his sinuses with dust and dirt and smoke. Some of the old timers-guys who claimed to remember striking for a 5 cent raise-liked to joke that pretty soon ‘pretty boy Barnes’ would get to know the sort of back pain that went hand-in-hand with a lifetime of hauling cargo, and that would trump exhaustion every time.

Bucky always laughed it off. They were just joking around, and he’d take any ache in the world if it meant being able to take care of his family, anyway. Even if his Ma kept bringing up trade schools that weren’t too far or too expensive, and Steve was champing at the bit to join the military, Bucky was fine right where he was. He was just fine in the apartment he grew up in, working hard, flirting with the girls running telegrams in the harbormaster's office, walking Rebecca home from school when he got off in time. He got fantasy novels from the library with Clark Gable knights and Lana Turner princesses on the covers; He boxed on the weekends and was always a good sport; He caught Rebecca in the short hallway connecting their bedrooms every morning and gave her a noogie; He went to the cinema with Steve when they both had a little change in their pockets and flicked popcorn kernels at each other like they were kids.

All that to say-Bucky was doing perfectly fine. He wasn’t raring to make a name for himself or see some great bloody glory. He definitely wasn’t interested in signing up for the war. The picture of his father on the mantel, clean shaven in an army uniform from twenty years ago, kicked the sense back into him whenever he thought about it. If the photograph of the man Bucky could barely remember didn’t work, the urn next to it surely did.

And all of these things were reasons why, when he unstuck the damp mail from his sisters schoolbooks, the bottom just about dropped out of his stomach. The ink was a little smeared from getting wet, but still perfectly legible: for him, with the selective service system logo stamped right on the front.

It was like the entire apartment tilted, rocked like a seesaw and threw him completely off balance. Without even thinking, Bucky stuffed the letter into his pocket. He didn’t want to look at it, think about it, deal with it. Whatever it said-as if there was any question as to its contents-he would worry about later. Preferably not standing in the middle of the kitchen in his grimy work clothes, whale eyed and frightfully pale.

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The letter remained stuffed deep in Buckys pocket until after supper. Bathed, comfortably full and bone deep tired, he was usually out like a light after working a full day. But instead of passing out underneath the quilt-a gift from the elderly widow two floors up, after he’d spent the summer of ‘35 bringing up her mail and groceries and painting over the water damage on her kitchen ceiling-he fished the letter out from the pants strewn on the floor and just…held it. Looked at it. Turned it over, looked at where his address had been smudged a little by the damp. It was definitely for him; no mistake there. His full name was right there on the address line, middle initial and everything.

Maybe it was completely mundane! Every guy had to sign up for selective service-tons of them probably got letters about misspelled words or unchecked boxes. Maybe he’d written something down incorrectly back when he had filled out the forms. 18-year-olds were stupid, after all, and he probably hadn’t been paying that much attention to the information he was putting down. That was most likely it; He’d put his birthday down as October 3rd instead of March 10th by accident, or initialed something that was supposed to be a signature or vice versa. So what if it’d been four years since he filled out that paperwork? Tiny errors like that were probably pretty low priority for the selective service, especially after America joined the war.

He was just going to open the letter and see what they needed him to fix or resign.

He opened the letter. He read it once, then twice, then three times.

There was no problem with the paperwork he’d filled out at 18.

He didn’t need to resign any forms or recheck any boxes.

He did need to report to the local selective service board the following Tuesday.

Oh. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

Buckys first thought wasn’t ‘I don’t want to join the military’. It wasn’t even ‘I’m scared’. Buckys very first thought was for his family. He couldn’t be in the military! He was an important part of the household! The Barnes had only recently edged back into a relatively comfortable financial situation because of the combined incomes Bucky and his Ma brought in, and someone had to be around to look after Rebecca-as much as she’d protest and whine that she was 16, she didn’t need to be looked after-when their Ma couldn’t. Someone needed to haul Steve out of fights and into dance halls, because yes, Steve was as good as family, would’ve been even if Rebecca hadn’t declared he had ‘adopted brother rights’ years ago.

Buckys second thought was ‘I don’t want to join the military’, because he didn’t. He’d never wanted to, never even seriously entertained the idea. There had already been a Barnes man in a war and it had destroyed him; robbed a good man of his peace and his health, robbed Buckys mother of a husband and himself and Rebecca of a father. Hell, Rebecca had never even met their father-he had died two months before she was born. A couple of old photographs, a ceramic urn, and a watch and wedding band with no hand to wear them were all she knew of the man.

It made Buckys stomach turn to think about leaving his family for the thing that had put his father in the grave before 40.

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The next morning he started to think. He couldn’t tell his Ma he’d been drafted-he certainly couldn’t tell Rebecca or Steve. They’d all worry too much for him. The downside to having loved ones was that as much as you loved them, they also loved you. And loving someone meant worrying for them when they were about to get scooped out of their life with less than a months notice.

It’d be less worrying if he'd just enlisted, if he had made a choice, even a rash, ill-advised one. At least that would imply he had some sort of excitement or confidence in joining the military. At least that would imply that he was ready, that nobody needed to worry about him because Bucky himself wasn’t worried or scared or hesitant.

That was the thought that he chewed on all day. Chewed on it so much, in fact, that he barely chewed anything else, including his supper. And that was strange behavior for Bucky.

“What’s wrong with you?” Rebecca had asked him. It sounded incredibly blunt, but to be entirely fair, she had first made a frantic gesture towards the peas on her plate with her head-because Rebecca was not eating peas that week, and if she could switch their plates without their Ma noticing she could avoid a stern look and a ‘clean plates club’ lecture-and then kicked him under the table when her head tossing got no response.

Their Ma was looking at him, too. If there was one thing the Barnes siblings were, it was chatty, and although Rebecca had been blathering on about how a girl in her geography class had gotten in trouble for wearing lipstick, Bucky had been almost entirely silent. And he’d barely touched his food even though he wasn’t on the same legume strike as his sister.

He shrugged, trying to play it cool, casual and calm. He took a bite of his food-the peas were fine even if they came from a can, because their Ma was an excellent cook. Rebecca was just weird about food sometimes-to give himself time to think.

He settled on “I can’t walk you home next week.”

Rebecca sighed in that ‘God, you’re all so uptight and dramatic’ way that teenagers do. “I don’t need you to walk me home. I’m not a kid, I know how to get home from school.”

Their Ma gave him another curious look, though. “Did you make plans?” she asked. “With Steve? With a girl?”

She didn’t sound upset, just…curious. It was odd, after all, for Bucky to not want to walk Rebecca home. He tried very hard to align his hours at the docks with her school schedule. It was important to him, to make sure she was safe and that nobody bothered her.

“Sort of.” He replied.

He knew that wasn’t a very good answer, and his Mas face reflected it. He’d never in one million years chose some dame over his sister, and Steve was as good as Rebeccas second brother. He was more likely to just join in on the walk than make plans over it. Hell, half of the time they did things as a trio-things like pooling Christmas and birthday money to go to Coney Island, an outing upon which the then teen boys had ridden the Cyclone, Steve had vomited into a public trash can, and Rebecca had proven that she was somehow remarkable at darts despite never having played before in her life.

His Ma raised her eyebrow. God, he was bad at lying, bad at keeping secrets, bad at misleading people.

“I-” He met his Mas eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, steeled himself. “It’ll be a few days next week, actually. I enlisted and I’m reporting to induction on Tuesday.”

The world didn’t end once he said it. A small part of him-the part that reminded Bucky he hadn’t lied to his Ma since he was 17 and she asked if he had cigarettes in his bedroom, and even then he’d come clean about two hours later-had expected something huge and dramatic to happen. Maybe both his mother and sister would drop their forks and snap their heads up, maybe a police siren or fire alarm would go off somewhere nearby, maybe lightning would strike the building.

But none of that happened. Rebecca continued pushing her food around her plate. “No you didn’t.” She scoffed.

Their Ma didn’t dismiss his statement as a joke, but her expression was difficult to read. “You did?” She asked, her voice stern and level.

Bucky kept going. In for a penny, in for a pound. “I was just thinking about it and it seemed like a good idea. I stopped at the recruiting center last week. I…”

He trailed off. This wasn’t a perfectly thought through lie, but it felt like a necessary one.

“Yeah.”

Rebeccas fork actually did clatter to her plate once he finished talking. She looked up at her brother, agape with bright pink spots at the high points of her cheeks.

“You’re fucking joking! You can’t just leave!”

“Rebecca Grace!” Their Ma snapped, though it was clear that her heart wasn’t in it.

Rebecca shot up from the table, her eyes-bright blue like Buckys, like their late fathers-welling up with tears. “No! You can’t leave, that’s not fair!”

With that she stormed off, the slam of her bedroom door in the small apartment sounding like a gunshot.

Bucky swallowed and looked down at his food. He wasn’t hungry anymore.

“James.”

He looked up at his Ma. Guilt immediately began to eat at him. Guilt for the lie, guilt for having to leave them, guilt for everything his Ma had been through and would go through in the future.

“What branch?”

He swallowed again. The guilt was crawling up his throat like vomit. He wanted to admit it was a lie, to say he was scared and didn’t want to go and didn’t know what to do. But there was nothing to be done. All he could do was help the people who loved him to not worry so much.

“Army. Like dad.”

She raised her eyebrows. They barely ever spoke about George Barnes military career. Not to say that they never spoke about Bucky and Rebeccas father at all-he’d been the love of their Mas life, she had plenty of stories about him. But they didn’t talk about his time in Europe. Bucky had always gotten the impression that his father hadn’t spoken much about his time in Europe when he was still alive, anyway.

“Your father was drafted. He didn’t choose the army.”

He shrugged.

She sighed and put her fork down, picked it back up, put it down again.

“I don’t-” She sighed again. “I can’t tell you what to do. You’re a grown man and you get to make your own choices.”

Bucky didn’t feel like a grown man at that moment. He felt like a little boy trying to convince his mother that he wasn’t afraid of the dark.

“Do you genuinely want to join the military?”

The earnest concern in the question was what broke him. He took a very deep breath and met his Mas eyes, blue on brown. She had asked like there was any changing it. Even if he had voluntarily enlisted, he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it after the fact.

“No. I-I…the letter came yesterday and I have to go on Tuesday and I-.” Bucky cut himself off, feeling something far too much like tears in his eyes, something far too much like a sob beginning to choke up his throat.

“Jamie, sweetheart…” She stood from the table and opened her arms to him, a hug that he gladly accepted. Three inches taller than his mother or not, 22 years old or not, there was nothing more comforting than his Mas embrace.

“It’ll be alright, Jamie.”

By god, he hoped so.

#my writing #bucky barnes fanfiction #rebecca barnes #winnifred barnes #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #I made myself sad multiple times writing this #height ref: winnifred barnes is Yuylia Aug who is 5'9 and sebstan is 6'0. three inch difference. also in the chat lore george barnes is #alain delon and rebecca is katie mcgrath #it all makes sense dont worry about it #rebecca barnes your personality is entirely made up but I love you #also I KNOW he was born in 1917 so 25 in 42 not 22 but. listen guys fucking listen.#Once upon a time I gaslit myself into thinking his bday was 1920 so thats just how it is in this fic.#we're all gonna have to make peace with that #I love rebecca I love her and buckys relationship #she is 16 and moody and scared to miss her big brother even more scared of losing him #still mad about endgame bc what steve just left rebecca and her mom hanging like that??? thinking bucky was dead??? never spoke to them ?#no #not my steve rogers he wouldnt. he told becca about the donner party when she was 6. he saw her cut her own bangs when she was 12 #she's family he wouldn't leave her hanging like that #cross posted on ao3

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kittenofdoomage · 2 years

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Sinful Sunday 11th December 2022

All of the drabbles from Sinful Sunday are linked below and grouped in character for easier selection 😁 they are also available in the Sinful Sunday section on my Ao3.

Thank you so much to everyone who has liked, commented, sent me messages, and read along with us throughout the day! I hope you all enjoyed!

Dean Winchester

Privacy

Easily Distracted

Twofer

Thoughts Of Her

Before We Snap

I Promise

Prepped

All Day

Sam Winchester

Revelations

Mystery Guy

Ten

Disturbed

Risk And Reward

Cleaning House

Messy

Lust Drunk

Flexible

John Winchester

Waiting

Accidental Infraction

Amusement

Heavy

Celebrations

Handsy

Reactions

Negan

Floating

Retreat

Anchor

Steve Rogers

Destressing

Proven

In The Moment

Henry Cavill

Home At Last

Geralt

Practice Makes Perfect

Multiples

The Good Times

High Ideas

Opportunity Knocks

Caught Out

First

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evansbby · 2 years

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i remember one time i posted an rpf chris drabble and tagged it as steve rogers (bc i try to use all the tags to get maximum views lmao) and someone said to remove it bc rpf is triggering to them

#i removed it but I was so confused #surely just scroll past and don’t read?#how is that fic merely just existing bothering you THAT much #I’m not trying to poke fun at anyones triggers and I did remove it from that tag bc I felt bad but like #I’m genuinely curious and flabbergasted bc there have been multiple occasions where writers have posted things that triggered me #and i find it wild bc I would never message them and be like remove this from this tag! like I just scroll past #but also!!! it depends on what the tag is #but I’m sorry… tagging a chris evans fic with Steve rogers didn’t seem that deep to me at the time and I’ve seen plenty of others do it #pls don’t attack me… y’all can talk nicely if you want to argue

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Phased. Pt. 1

Vigilante Y/n + the Avengers

Author notes: this will be multi parts

Warnings: some cursing

Word count: 1610

(Art not mine, found on google, idk the artist)

You have the power of intangibility, also known as ghosting or other names. Simply put, you can phase through matter at will.

You've been a vigilante for the past few months and have caught the attention of the Avengers. Every night when you go out to stop some petty crime, you keep a watch out for anyone that might be part of their little search group for you.

They couldn't figure out what exactly your powers were. But that didn't matter, what mattered was figuring out who you were.

You see, your hero suit was pretty much just average clothing and a full face mask and gloves. (Imagine smth like this). The mask has a mouth and eye holes covered by dark mesh.

So it wasn't very easy to spot you among the crowd unless they were looking closely at everyone's faces, which still would be difficult considering it was the dead of night.

You spotted two people fighting and ran over to them.

"Hey! What's going on here?" You ask, your voice distorted by a voice changer in your mask.

The two look at you then smirk. One speaks into an ear piece, "Tony, we got 'em."

Shit. It was a trap. You were about to make a run for an alley nearby, but another person came out from there. Then you had FUCKING IRON MAN casually flying down in his suit.

On closer inspection, the two 'fighting' were Hawkeye and Captain America. The one who emerged from the alley was Black Widow.

"Take off the mask." Natasha said,

Pointing a gun at you.

You simply laugh at her, "Try me."

She shoots. It phases through you.

"Huh. Looks like you missed, what a shame."

They look at each other, confused. You take this chance to run off into the alley that Natasha came out of.

You hear footsteps behind you. You climb up a fire escape ladder and kick it out after you. You escape to the roof and take a moment to catch your breath.

Then, you hear someone land on the roof behind you. It was Iron Man.

You turn around.

"Take off the mask."

"Why?"

"To see who you are."

"Why?"

"Because you're breaking the law. You've hurt people."

"I only hurt people who hurt others. I'm like you guys, but for petty crime."

"Join our team then."

"Never."

"Now I'll ask you, why?"

"Like you said, what I do is illegal."

"What power do you have?"

"You're stalling. Im not that dumb. Au revoir, dear." With that, you jump down the side of the building. You jump from balcony to balcony until you make your way back to the ground.

You run off until you reach your home, or your base rather, leaving the Avengers unsuccessful again.

You return back to your base and are greeted by your two friends, Sylvie and Asher. (Both are ocs)

Sylvie goes by the vigilante name of Red. She has enhanced durability and pyrokinesis. Her hair is long, dyed red and she has brown eyes.

Asher goes by the vigilante name of Spark. He has energy manipulation. He has short, dark brown hair and green eyes.

"I really need to start bringing you two on patrol with me.." You sigh, taking off your mask and gloves.

"Why?" Asher asks, his voice monotone as usual.

"I swear was it those Avenger people again?" Sylvie adds, her voice just above the normal pitch of a girl her age.

"Yeah. They set a trap and I fell for it. Two of them were fake fighting so I went over to them, then frickin' iron man came and so did one of the assassins. Eventually they tried to shoot me which obviously didn't work, then i ran."

"Ugh! They're so annoying!" Sylvie says, rolling her eyes.

....

Now what were the Avengers doing? Well they were having a meeting. The topic; You.

"I dont get it," Tony started, "They were clearly shot.. But it's like it went right through them."

"Wait.." Natasha says, realizing something.

"Hm?"

"They were untouchable.. Intangibility."

"In-tag-na what now?" Peter asks, having been zoned out for the first half of the meeting that he was forced to go to.

"Intangibility. They can phase through matter."

"So none of us can hit them then?" Steve asks.

"Pretty much." Natasha sighs.

"No! Mr Stark can! The blasts from his suit are energy, not matter!"

Everyone in the meeting looks at him.

"You're onto something here, kid."

...

The next night you decide to bring Sylvie and Asher with you on patrol.

(Their suits! They also have matching masks)

"Sylv', Ash', just remember, if anyone looks like they might be an Avenger, duck your heads and act like we're talking or laughing about something."

"Righto!"

"M'kay."

Asher was less than excited about going on patrol and Sylvie was the complete opposite.

As you three walked the streets of New York you stopped some small things, a mugging, a kidnapping, things like that.

Suddenly, while in the middle of stopping a fight, some Avengers pull up.

Tony, Steve, and Peter.

"Well, well, well. Who do we have here. The one we've been looking for, plus some." Tony says, aiming his hand towards you to blast you.

"Dont make this harder than it has to be, Stark. Let me and my friends go. At least let my friends go, they have no place in this."

"No." Steve speaks up.

"Fine. You chose the hard way."

Tony shoots a blast at you.

"SPARK! NOW!"

And with that, Asher re-aims the blast back at Tony.

"Red, you aim for the spider boy, Spark, watch iron guy for blasts. I got 'em."

And with that, Sylvie throws some fireballs at Peter, burning him severely.

"Mr Stark-!" The kid calls out, in too much pain to keep fighting.

"Red. Stop, dont hurt him too bad."

Sylvie then starts aiming blasts at Steve.

While Steve is pre-occupied with those, you punch and kick him in the fave until he falls over.

"Aim for his chest, Spark!" You shout as Tony shoots another blast.

"Red, watch the kid, dont hurt him he's already weak enough."

And with that, Sylvie throws a fireball at Steve again, but Peter gets in the way and gets hit instead.

"SHIT-!" You run over to him, grabbing bandages you have in your pocket.

"Kid, I know we're on different sides of the battle, but you're way too hurt right now." You grab his arm and start bandaging it.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Tony shouts, about to blast you.

"M-mr Stark... Its fine.. They're helping me..."

You finish bandaging his arm and sit him down against a building, "You stay right there alright? You dont need to get hurt anymore. We aren't going to target you."

You then rush back to the battle.

"Phase, what the hell was that!?" Asher shouts, "That thing isn't on our team!"

"It doesn't matter, he was hurt!"

After a lot more fighting, Asher successfully hits Tony in the chest and knocks him over.

"Guys! Lets go!" You shout as you start running back to your base.

Once back, you all take off your masks and head to bed.

3:39 a.m.

You are abruptly woken up by Sylvie screaming.

"Sylv'?! What's going on?!" You shout, seeing her in a state of panic.

"They took Asher! They took him! They just broke in and grabbed him! What do we do?!"

"Who? Who is 'they'?"

"Those people we fought like three months ago! The ones with the robots! They took Ash!"

"No no no! DAMNIT!" A few months ago, your group fought a group of robots. You couldn't defeat them, you mearly had to escape.

"What do we do, Y/n?!"

"I have an idea. You might not like it."

After a lot of convincing, Sylvie agreed to your plan of trying to get help from the Avengers. You'd have to wait for the next night to get their attention, so you hope Asher could hold out till then.

The day dragged on. Everything felt slower. You knew your friend was in danger, and you couldn't do anything about it. You didn't even know where he was!

Night finally rolled around and you went out to 'patrol', aka, get the attention of the Avengers and "accidentally" lead them back to your base.

And that's what happened. It wasn't hard to figure out when they were following you. Shadowy figures on top of roofs, dark shadows moving from alley to alley.

You and Sylvie walk back to your base and wait for the inevitable moment that only took about 5 minutes to happen; a knock on the door.

Unsurprisingly, you see Captain America, Spider man, Iron Man, Thor, and Black Widow.

Now to their shock, you just said, "We were expecting you." And let them inside. You take a breath, "Look, i know we haven't gotten along, but-"

"Where's the third one?" Steve speaks up.

"He isn't here." You sigh, "Part of this is about him."

You receive confused looks.

"As I was saying, i know we haven't gotten along, but our friend, who you know as Spark, was taken. Taken by a gang of robots that we unsuccessfully fought a few months back."

"Get to the point." Tony sighs.

"I was hoping you could help us find him."

Tony and Steve snicker to each other. "Why should we? You haven't helped us at all."

You take a breath, then decide to make either the smartest or dumbest decision ever. You take off your mask and reach out a hand,

"I'm Y/n L/n. Nice to meet you."

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