#nervous steeb

[buckrecs]

Hello! Do you perhaps have recommendations for Alpha!bucky?

Alpha!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

ONESHOT

Crave by @harrylovex

you realise that you can’t survive your heat without bucky.

intensional by @noctumbra

alpha!bucky sends you a shirtless pic and then offers to spend your heat with him. feelings ensue.

scent by @noctumbra

“you’re one eager and hungry kitten,” bucky whispered in your ear as he licked over your scent gland, where his bite situated perfectly.

vanilla by @noctumbra

his scent was the other thing that made you go stupid other than his eyes: leather, a bit of vanilla, oranges and wet wood.

wet by @noctumbra

your mating sessions are always intense with bucky.

butterfly by @idy-ll-ique

bucky's going into rut. y/n volunteers to help him. feelings come out.

Let Me Love You by @slothspaghettiwrites

When an Omega is feeling very anxious or nervous their Alpha will hold them close while gently crooning and scenting them until they calm down.

Dating apps are stupid by @buckylattes

You decide to download this dating app, well….Natasha persuades you into it. You make a profile and agree to just have it for a week. If nothing becomes of it then you can delete it. But….you swipe right on this handsome man who’s description shows him out to be a gentleman like you’re looking for. So���what happens when he matches with you???

make you mine by @bonky-n-steeb

Bucky keeps his distance from you thinking you can do better than him. but he loses all his restraints when he sees you with another alpha.

to love is to burn by @bonky-n-steeb

You go into heat at the worst moment in the history of time, maybe ever.

took one hit and I was gone by @bonky-n-steeb

after the rise of hydra, your entire life turned into a living nightmare. you lost everything you held precious, your job, your house, your degree, even hope. but then you’re assigned as a mate to him, your enemy and your only ray of hope, James Buchanan Barnes.

little red riding hood by @bonky-n-steeb

your big bad alpha chases you across the woods.

Break Lights by @boxofbonesfic

his omega by @bucksfucks

bucky helps you through an expected heat.

ever since by @syntheticavenger

Bucky Barnes finds his center in a late night subway ride.

By Chance by @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

Female!Reader is an Omega. Alphas and Omegas are rare, and Reader’s been able to avoid alphas through sheer force of will and luck in equal parts.

Feral by @bucknastysbabe

And You’re Mine by @winterarmyy

In which Bucky, the big, scary, 'undesired alpha' was tricked into a blind date where he met his precious little omega.

Protector by @rookthorne

After an eternity of being held against your will, and just as long having been forced to watch your alpha suffer at the hands of the wicked, an opportunity arose. An opportunity so rare, so unique, that it would never be offered again. It was time to escape, and it was time to bathe the halls in their blood – never again would you be held by the bars of a cell, not if he could stop it.

SERIES

Heart and Soul by @all1e23

Alphas only brought trouble. The only thing they are good for is bringing their Omega’s pain and forced submission. They were dangerous, reckless and cruel. There wasn’t an ounce of kindness in any of them.  She didn’t need an Alpha, and she certainly didn’t believe in that True Mates fairytale. That was just some fabricated fable Alphas made up to trick innocent doe-eyed Omegas. She wasn’t going to fall for that.  Not again.No Alpha would ever get her to believe that love truly exists. And then, James Buchanan Barnes walked into her life.

Better Like This by @simsadventures

You are the newest addition to New York’s elite team of Detectives concentrating on domestic violence and rape, which everyone calls the Avengers.  You are an Omega, very bubbly and open to everyone around you, and everyone is super sweet to you, except one person- Bucky, your true mate.  Will you be able to destroy the walls he has been building around his heart for years, or will he reject you and break your heart forever? 

Some Alpha by @ofstarsandvibranium

Bucky is an Alpha, but can never seem to find someone who wants him to be their Alpha. Until he finds you, a Beta, who’s as firey as an Alpha, yet also tender-hearted like an Omega.

Heal by @chucksfavouriteprophet

For months you managed to distance yourself from Bucky Barnes, the alpha you long for. But one night you have no choice but to comfort him, something which brings out emotions in both of you. Except it also brings out emotions in the Winter Solider, which results in a devastating turn of events that neither of you might be able to come back from.

All The King’s Men by @nastybuckybarnes

Your father always said that if it weren’t for your presentation, he’d think you were an Alpha. There’s a reason for that. Growing up in a world where Omegas are treated like garbage, you’ve fought for the respect that you have. Until you’re sold off to an old King desperate for a bride. But you will not lay down and present for your new husband. No, you will fight back.

Mr. Grumpy by @holylulusworld

Bucky hates omegas. You change his mind.

knife play by @helvonasche

They're on the run and Bucky goes into rut.

Knight In Rusty Armor by @revengingbarnes

For the sake of politics and to get rid of you, their omega daughter, the King and Queen of England marry you off to the King of France. Settling into an unfamiliar monarchy is a tedious process all by itself, but a new problem arises soon after your arrival at your new home.One of the Knights turns out to be your true mate. Your Alpha. The one you are meant to be with. But you’re mated to someone else. And that someone else is the King of France.

Masterlist by @angrythingstarlight

Masterlist by @holylulusworld

[bcyhoods]

could I request [ rest ] sender lays their head on receiver's shoulder and falls asleep there with shy!reader and steeb? 🫶🏼

posting this before the scary lady in my head tells me to delete it! ily thank you for the req <33 | 0.9k gn!reader

“I am not tired, Steve.”

It was a complete lie, and he looked at you with a poorly-concealed grin like he knew it, too. The inside of his cheek is bitten between his molars, lips still curling up at the ends, and it makes you want to sink into the cushions of the loveseat.

Steve never gets enough credit for how observant he is. It really only increases tenfold when it comes to you, so he knew you were sleepy as soon as you crossed the threshold into Nancy’s apartment. He noticed every abnormally slow blink, every stretch and readjustment of your posture, every swallowed-down yawn. He knows you too well.

An arm is thrown over your shoulders as he dips his head to speak quietly into your ear. “Are you sure? ‘Cause we can leave whenever you want.”

When you lean back to look at him, his eyes rake over every feature of your face. The pools of honey make the journey from your lips, across your nose and cheeks, to finally land on your own eyes. Any mischief you thought you’d find in his gaze is replaced by something much sweeter, softer. His arm slithers from its place around your shoulders so that he can cup the back of your neck, gently massaging the knots so that your shoulders relax.

You can feel your heartbeat in your throat. You can smell the licorice candy still on his tongue.

It almost made you concede. Almost.

While you would’ve loved nothing more than to leave and spend the rest of the evening hidden underneath the covers with Steve, it felt too much like an imposition. It’s only so often that everyone’s free at the same time, you don't really want anyone to suffer at the hands of your lethargy.

And the implication that you were bailing on movie night for other reasons would earn groans and whistles that you don’t think you’d ever live down.

A nervous giggle bubbles up as you push at his chest with your growingly clammy hands. “I promise. I couldn’t be more awake.”

“Really? That true?”

“Mhm.”

He challenges you with a hum of his own, furrowing his brows to look more stern. But that same infectious grin from earlier threatens to crack and spill the fondness underneath the surface. When you nod, with a cute big smile on your face, he’s a goner. He leans over to press a kiss into your hairline and pull you closer into his side before turning back to the tv.

You think he’s given up. It was just one movie, it really wasn’t supposed to be that difficult.

But then his fingers kept brushing shapes and swirls into the exposed skin of your arm. In between the occasional forehead kiss, he’d whisper his commentary into your hair. At some point he’d picked up your legs and thrown them over his lap — something that lit a fire in your chest and had the flames licking your face. Then he’d started scratching your back, caressing your calves.

It was all his fault. Your head just inevitably became too heavy to bear on your own, and now you’re effectively drooling on his shoulder.

Steve is having a really hard time holding in the I told you so that sits so impatiently on the tip of his tongue. But he’s managing. Equal parts because he thinks you’re adorable and because he wants you to be fully cognizant when he says it.

“Baby,” he coos, pushing strands of hair out of your face. A quiet noise of acknowledgement comes from your mouth, but you only push further into his hold. Steve’s face starts to burn at the snickers from the kids that you’re blissfully unaware of. At the moment, anyway. He tries again, “Baby, the movie’s over. Ready to go?”

You stir, rubbing at your eyes with the heels of your palms. “Huh?”

“The movie ended.”

“Oh,” you reply lamely, still disoriented. It isn’t until you see Robin and Eddie’s smirks of amusement from across the floor that an anchor of embarrassment sinks into your stomach. You lift your head up and immediately wipe at the dampness on the corner of your mouth.

“Good morning,” Steve pokes fun. He tries to rub soothing circles into your back, but it’s entirely too overwhelming, and it makes you move to sit properly and hide in your hands.

“I’m so sorry, Steve. I swear I didn’t mean to fall asleep, but I was just so drowsy, and now you have drool on your shirt and it’s…it’s so embarrassing, I'm sorry.”

He chuckles, “Hey, no it’s not.” He decides to double down when you stay quiet, “I promise, it’s not. Don’t be sorry.” His voice is soft, touch gentle as his hand rests on your knee.

You turn to peek at him through the space between your fingers and just as you suspected. His smile is easy. Warmth radiates off of every bit of his being and it makes your embarrassment slowly begin to melt away. Your hands fall into your lap and reach out for his own, intertwining your fingers.

“You know I would’ve taken us home, right?” He asks. The word home slips from his mouth so easily that it makes your heart bang relentlessly against your rib cage.

You bite your lower lip to contain the smile that mirrors his own. “Yeah, I know…that’s why I didn’t tell you.”

“Wh…That’s fair.”

[tickle-bugs]

For the writing thingie, maybe ler!Robin lee!Steve? The phrase could be “Steve, don’t make me sit on you again…”

your honor, they are everything to me. hope u enjoy!! still trying to figure out robin tbh

Under Covers

Robin leans her bike against the garage, careful not to scrape. Steve’s home--his car sits idle in the driveway, waiting patiently to ferry them both to Family Video. They’re already late, technically, but they’re not late late yet. 

An argument could be made that she could simply bike to work, admonishing Steve from the high horse of punctuality, but that’s no fun.

She jiggles her key in the lock and throws the door open, dumping her bag by the door. It’s quiet and dark downstairs, the kitchen unused, neither of which are a good sign. Steve’s usually a morning person, but on the days where he isn’t, he has to be surgically removed from sleep. It’s a coin toss, really, if he’s late over his hair or late for oversleeping and his hair. 

She inhales as much as her lungs can manage, then: “Steeeeeeevvvvveeeeee!”

No response. She scowls. 

She helps herself to a glass of orange juice and promptly rinses the glass, never one to make extra work for Steve when possible. Bothering him, yes, but inconveniencing him? Not if she can help it.

She thumps up the stairs two at a time. Steve’s bedroom door is cracked open when she gets there, exposing the comically lumpy mass of blankets on his bed and the upsetting pile of laundry in not one, but two corners of the room. Robin has half a mind to do a running jump onto the bed, but he’s gotten way too good at convincing her to take pre-work naps. They need this job. Unfortunately. 

“Steve. Steven. Steeb.” Robin leans in the doorframe, biting her lip on an affectionate smile. Steve’s hair pokes out just at the top of the blanket pile. 

“Don’t make me sit on you,” She says a little louder, moving over to the left side of the bed. Steve wrinkles his nose and makes a grumbly noise. 

“Three, two--”

“Bobin?” He mumbles, squinting at her. 

She pounces. He screams, muffled by the blanket, but then he tumbles into wild giggles and flails for purchase. 

“Get up, get up, get up!” She squeezes at his sides through the blanket, feeling around blindly but knowing intimately where to strike. His arms fly free of the blanket and he starts grappling with her, trying to poke at her like the bastard he is, but she’s on a goddamn mission. Either they’re getting to work on time (unlikely) or he’s going to die (still on the table). 

“Get. up.” She starts tickling his ribs, sliding up under his arms every time he tries to swat at her. Steve honest-to-god snorts, which she didn’t know he could do. She catalogues it for later. 

“W-Why--Ah, Robin, nohoho!” Steve whines and covers his face. She starts poking at his stomach, speeding up whenever he tries to grab her. His laughter revs like an engine. He twists away suddenly, curling up on his side and as close to the edge of the bed as he can physically get. Robin chuckles at him and tazers his side. He makes no sense. Only Steve would forfeit all the empty space in his bed rather than use it to escape. 

“We’re late, dingus!” She reaches back and squeezes his thigh. He shrieks like his life depends on it, voice cracking around his laughter in that way she loves. 

“I’m up!” Steve wheezes, lunging forward to grab her wrists. She squeezes again and he crumples into the mattress, throwing his head back against the pillows. He tries to say her name, or possibly curse at her, but all that comes out is a jumble of syllables and frantic, nervous giggles. 

“No, if you were up, you’d be getting ready.”  She pauses, just to prove her point. Steve pushes his hair out of his face and fixes her with the bitchiest look he can manage. She grins. He scowls. 

“I’ll drag you out of bed if I have to.” She crosses her arms. When he wriggles down into the bed like an indignant little worm, he earns her wrath. It’s only natural. She’s given him an out and a half. Robin feels around under the blanket and grabs Steve’s ankle, skittering her nails over the curve of his heel and up. It’s a fast track to a black eye, but she’s gotten quicker lately. 

There’s a screechy peal of laughter, then a thump--a loud one, and not from Steve’s side. Robin peers over the right side of the bed, feeling for the nearest pillow to defend herself from whatever creatures might lurk in here. 

Instead, she finds Eddie Munson. His hair’s a mess, more so than usual, and his face is bright pink. He’s oddly jittery.

“What.” Robin and Eddie blink at each other. She looks down at her hand, clutched around what is decidedly not Steve’s foot, then back up at Eddie. He gives her a sheepish wave. 

“Oh my god.” She drops Eddie’s ankle. Eddie. Here. In Steve’s bed.

“Robin--” Steve holds his hands out soothingly. 

“Oh my god.” She drops her head in her hands.  

“Is that a good ‘oh my god’ or do I need to change my locks?” Eddie asks from somewhere beside her. He climbs back up onto the bed and drops beside her. The mattress dips to accept him. 

“Still deciding,” She groans. Steve rubs her back, murmuring something soft and sickeningly fond in Eddie’s direction. She’s happy for Steve--god, she’s over the fucking moon for him, really. She teases him because someone needs to, but her heart swells knowing there was a resolution to all the yearning passing between the two of them. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. I should’ve been the first to know!” Robin smacks Steve’s bare chest. He catches her hand. 

“Well, you’re like the third to know.” Robin glares at him, but Steve throws his hands up in surrender. “Kidding! Third, because me and Eddie. Honestly, Rob, we were gonna tell you.”

“We’re, uhm, still figuring it out.” Eddie nudges her shoulder, but his shmoopy eyes are firmly on Steve. Gross. 

“Alright, well…I have questions. So many questions. But first--” She pokes his chest as aggressively as possible. Eddie copies her, hitting Steve’s stomach instead. 

“Up, yes, I knohow--” Steve’s voice breaks on a giggle. He crumples awkwardly into Robin, twisting away from Eddie. Robin’s tempted to help, but she leans away from Steve to give Eddie more access. Drama’s more fun, anyhow. Steve doesn’t laugh nearly enough. 

“No--” Steve points accusingly at Eddie. Eddie only grins wider in response. 

“You’ve given me a tremendous gift, Buckley!” Eddie cackles, wiggling his fingers into Steve’s sides. Steve yelps and bolts, managing to skid in the bathroom and slam the door before Eddie can vault over the bed. Robin and Eddie both chuckle. 

“Sorry if I helped make you late,” Eddie says, fiddling with the edge of the blanket. A devious little idea grows in the back of her head.

“Yeah, you did.” She lunges at him with an evil laugh. Eddie squeaks and tries to scramble away, but Robin’s on him already, heart growing three sizes at the now-pair of dinguses she’d never choose to live without. 

[thiefbird]

last song you listened to, go to outfit that would be your signature if you were in a cartoon/video game, and favorite bisexual stephen maturin moment

Unknown/Nth by Hozier (it is SUCH a Crozier/Fitzier specifically song that it's driving me insane expect fic soon)

Used-to-be-skinny-but-I-lost-too-much-weight jeans that have one leg black and one leg red, and a variety of black graphic tees currently; hopefully soon a very anachronistic 1805-1820 naval captain's uniform

This one:

...from behind his green spectacles Stephen watched Wray when the young man of the house, a beautiful youth with caressing ways, brought them their drinks, their cigars, their lights, and then unnecessary lights again, and it occurred to him that the Second Secretary was probably a paederast, or at least one who, like Horace, might burn for either sex. This aroused no virtuous indignation in Stephen; no indignation of any kind. He loved Horace, and, having the usual tolerant Mediterranean attitude, he had loved many another man with the same eclectic inclinations. Yet Wray was not entirely at his ease: as soon as they left music he showed a certain nervous restlessness, calling for more coffee, more cigars before the first were half finished – he was not in form.

For two reasons:

One, what does that mean Steeb. I know you use the word love liberally, it's very endearing. but jesus. "I don't have a problem with gay men, I've dated many a gay man" stephen that's what you sound like babe

Two, Wray absolutely is letting Stephen see that he's bi/gay/queer on purpose, for two reasons: to make Stephen underestimate him and assume he's not a spy(the French would hardly hire a man so incapable of hiding his paederasty/sodomite-hood), and to see if Stephen also is(not because he's interested but because he wants to use it against Stephen, and we all know Stephen puts out the gayest vibes around) some variety of not-straight

excellent questions nonny thank you <3

[stopthecarrrr]

@leadxxr asked:

Dwight is gonna be a bit bold and surprise Steve with a bashful kiss on the cheek. And yes, his face is already red as a beet as he clasps his hands behind his back like some kind of nervous schoolgirl. (hi dweet miss he steeb)

Steve hadn't been expecting the sudden kiss to his cheek, heart stuttering out frantically and cheeks heating a rosy shade of red in response. A goofy grin immediately graced his features, mocha hues shining. He always welcomed random gestures of affection, especially from Dwight who was quickly stealing his heart as the days went by. He found himself thinking of Nancy and Jonathan a lot less often now, their fearless leader now overtaking Steve's thoughts. Instead of speaking or teasing, Steve moves to quickly place a kiss on the others cheek in return. But rather than stop there, he peppers Dwight's cheeks with kisses. "You know, you're pretty cute when you blush...I like it."

[angelbaby-fics]

Hehe yay! I am so glad you like! I have your notifications on so when I saw "♡ anon my beloved..." I got nervous I forgot to put it on anon! But happy surprise you liked it so much!

If you'd like more to think about. There is a recipe from the 20s called a tomato soup cake. And it is exactly what it sounds like. Yucky! But I'd like to think the boys have tried it at some point.

I forgot to said in the first part that carrot cake because popular during WWII with rations. So adding carrots to cake added moisture and a level of sweetness. So it is possible that when I first said Steeb would like it that he could have tried it when it became popular while in Europe!

Also I was trying to fit banana pudding (the dessert not just the pudding :)) into someone's taste but I wasn't sure where it fit with someone.

-♡

AWEEE DONT WORRY DARLING I'M SO SORRY I GAVE YOU A FRIGHT!!! 💕💕💕

oohhh our poor little 40s boys... growing up during the depression, and then rationing, not to mention the generally abysmal dessert choices from the time anyways... 🤢 could you imagine them just getting to eat a modern day milk chocolate bar?? actually.... do you think the original super soldier serum took high fructose corn syrup into account? alcohol might not phase the guys but they might meet their match with modern day candy 🍬🍫🍭

this is so out of season but now i cant stop thinking about steve and/or bucky doing the prank where they pretend to eat all of their little's halloween candy, and maybe to make it more realistic, they actually eat a few pieces (which they promise to replace later), and they both wake up with tummy aches like "what happened?? all we ate is some candy??" and the little is just giggling with a mouthful of chocolate 😅😂

[bigtreefest]

Oooo the beginning of this made me so nervous. But the thought of Steeb squeezing me in his strong arms when I’m trying to fight to calm me down is so🫠🫠

It may be exhaustion, or hormonal drop, but I'm in mood for a fight. Not like bratty mouthing off to poke the bear for fun, but full on anger, close to tears, throw stuff at his head kind of fight. Screech and threaten to murder him with a spoon as he easily catches my arms and throws me over his shoulder.

[fangirlovestuff]

You Make Me Feel Right - Steve Rogers x reader

a/n - Hey lovely people! this one is part of @evansxxx​‘s I Don’t Wike It Challenge! congrats on a 1,000 followers love! prompt is in bold (it’s #25) and itaics is a flashback/memory. Enjoy! <3

Summary: You and Steve finally go on a date. You go to a place that holds a glimpse into your past - and maybe one into your future?

Word count: ~2,180

warnings: very brief mentions of violence, nervous steeb🥺

The lights of the New York street were shining all around you as you walked hand in hand with Steve through the crowded streets. You sneaked a look at him – the billboard next to you cast a red tint on his face, which were turned down to look at his phone.

You and Steve were finally going out. The last few months you were both very preoccupied; missions, paperwork and general chaos in the Avengers tower kept you both from having proper dates for a long while - the last date you’ve had was probably 4 months ago. Obviously, you made due, getting to spend some time with each other anyway, especially since you were living together. You were working with the Avengers, and weren't one of the famous superheroes but a simple lab worker. When you discovered a break in both of your schedules, instead of spending a lazy night at home you suggested you finally go on a proper date. Steve was hesitant at first, he didn’t want to be recognized and ruin the night, but you managed to persuade him to go, on the condition that he gets to plan the night. His cap was low on his forehead, along with fake glasses he thought made him look very different. You knew it wouldn't actually stop some of the crazy fans out there from recognizing him, but you went along with it. The glasses looked very cute on him, so that was a bonus.

Right now, Steve was trying to navigate the two of you to a restaurant he heard was very recommended close by. His blue eyes scanned the busy street as you headed towards the outskirts of the crowd. You turned a corner to find a nice little restaurant, potted plants surrounding the outside tables. Steve smiled in accomplishment and tugged on your hand to lead you towards the restaurant.

You beamed at him. "You're really getting the hand of all this tech stuff, aren't you?" You referred to his use of google maps on his phone without the grumbling that was usually involved. Steve just hummed and smirked a little as you entered the restaurant hand in hand.

"Mr. Rogers," the hostess greeted and smiled. "We're very pleased to see you here this evening. Follow me please," she said to you both. She led you into a secluded corner of the room, where you most likely won't be seen by anyone else, where she left you both to read you menus.

"I had to make a reservation to make sure they had a place for us," Steve explained. "I know we're not really aiming to get recognized tonight, well, actually the opposite of that, but--"

"Steve, it’s okay. I get it," you smiled at him so he can know it's really okay.

Your food quickly arrived, and you didn’t even realize how hungry you were until you smelled the delicious smell coming from the plates that were put in front of you. You dug in happily, humming appreciatively at the tasty food. You looked up at Steve, expecting to see him enjoying his food as well. Instead, you saw him only moving the food a little on his plate, taking small bites with a slight frown on his face. As a super-soldier, Steve had an enormous appetite, so you had to ask him, "Earth to Steve. You alright there?"

"Yeah, sorry," he smiled and started eating his food with some of his usual enthusiasm. You were still suspicious, but you let it go for now.

"So, you know the new kid at R&D? Tony told me he's like a genius or something," you started to make conversation.

"Oh, Jake, right? He seemed like a nice kid when I met him so that's good for him. Did you hear about what Nat is now calling 'The Disaster'?" he chuckled.

You giggled. "Oh my god, I can't believe how dramatic she is. One of the new trainees caught her singing in the kitchen one time and she literally won't shut up about it." You started impersonating her, "You don't understand, it was humiliating!" you put the back of your hand on your forehead dramatically and Steve laughed.

You continued in conversation throughout the evening, and it flew easy as usual. Despite that, you were still worried about Steve. He supposedly never got sick, but he really didn't seem that hungry.

"Steve, are you sure you're alright?" you asked after the waiter took away his still pretty full plate at the end of the meal.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he smiled softly and reached for your hand across the table. His hand was a bit clammy, but you still took it as you narrowed you eyes at him playfully.

"I don't really believe you, but dessert should fix it if you're not willing to tell me." You both decided to share your favorite dessert, that was thankfully on the restaurant's menu. You ended up splitting it pretty much if half, which was admittedly a regular occurrence, since Steve was always the gentleman and insisted on eating half despite of his larger appetite.

When you left the restaurant hand in hand you started wandering around towards the quieter streets, only encountering a few people in your way. You walked in silence for the most part, simply enjoying each other's company. You shivered a little at the night chill and Steve wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close to his warm body.

You came across a small alley you recognized right away. "Steve look!" you pointed his attention to the alley across the street. He chuckled in relief. "I'm glad you recognized it."

The tall man was towering over you, the gold horns on his head shining as devilishly as his eyes are. The large scepter in his hand is pointed towards you, pushing you to the corner of the small alley. Your back was pushing against the wall and you were screaming for help, but it seemed like no one was going to show up. His scepter started shining in a blue light and it was getting closer and closer to your head. You'd stopped screaming, now paralyzed in fear. You thought you were done for. You closed your eyes; your whole life wasn't flashing before you. There was just panic.

Just then, you heard a loud thud. You opened your eyes to see two tall, blond, muscular men. One of them was holding a hammer and punching the evil dude with it. The other one was wearing a mostly blue suit and coming towards you, and—holy shit, that was Captain America. Your brain was back working now, and you couldn’t help but notice he looked way better up close than he did on the TV. And he looked gorgeous on the TV.

"You okay?" he asked, his blue eyes looking into yours with worry.

"Yeah," you gulped, "I'm okay now."

He nodded at you and you noticed the alley was quickly filling up with other Avengers. They now cornered the villain much like he did to you before. "Who is he?" you asked Steve.

"Loki, the god of mischief. And Thor's half-brother? Or was it adopted?" he debated to himself.

"I'm sorry, he's the what?"

"Yeah, you're right, they look hardly alike. As I said, probably adopte--"

"Not that! He's a god?"

"Oh yeah," Steve blushed slightly. You saw the Avengers cornering Loki but you saw a flash of something metal behind his back. "Anyway," Steve continued, "you should come with us to the compound, we can check if he--"

"Watch out! He's got a knife!" you shouted at the Avengers who automatically went into their defensive poses even before you finished your sentence and then disarmed Loki.

"Thank you, human," Thor waved at you.

"I'm surprised Rogers here didn't notice it before. Must've been busy looking at something else instead of helping his teammates catch a dangerous god." Tony quipped.

Steve blushed deeper than before and you giggled. "Thank you," you said, "for saving my life. But I really gotta go, so see you." You smiled and walked away from the tall man. You didn't even realize how close to you he was until you backed away, missing his closeness. But he was Captain America, and no matter how cute he was it's not like you stood a chance.

Steve followed you with his eyes practically shaped into hearts.  

"Seriously Rogers? If you were gonna neglect your duty like that, at least get a phone number out of it." Natasha came closer to Steve and teased. Steve's face sobered up instantly.

With little effort he caught up to you. "Can I have your phone number?" he asked timidly. You looked at him, surprised. "I mean, to check up on you. And also maybe grab a coffee sometime, if you'd like, maybe-"

You mercifully stopped him from rambling by putting your hand out for his phone. "I'd love to."

"Um, great." He awkwardly reached for his phone and handed it to you.

Of course you remembered this alley, and you told Steve this. "Of course I recognized it! I almost got murdered by a god in here!" you exclaimed playfully. "And I also met you here, lady-killer," you teased.

He chuckled nervously and led you into the alley.

To your utmost surprise, the alley was full of fairy lights; with the moon shining above it was a beautiful view. "Steve, did you..." you trailed off, staring at the transformed alley in awe.

"Do you like it?" Steve asked, a bashful smile on his face, holding your hand in his.

"I absolutely love it!" you smiled and pecked his lips. "What's the occasion?"

"Well, I wanted to ask you something." He smiled and reached inside his pocket, taking a deep breath. He took out a small box and got down on one knee, still holding your hand in his.

"Steve?" you asked, a huge smile across your face.

He bit his lip and smiled. "When we met here, I was dumbstruck, quite literally." You giggled, your eyes filling with tears. "You were the only woman I had eyes for, you still are. All I could think was how much I wanted you not to leave, to know you. From the get-go, you've always looked like a person I'd want to know. And maybe I'm not as smart as you, but in this case I was right. There's not one day I go by without being grateful for knowing you. For the opportunity to love you. Because before you, I was lost. There was this whole new world I didn't know, and I thought I didn't belong here. But you proved me wrong. Thanks to you I almost know how to use my phone." He smiled and breathed deeply before continuing. "And I know I belong here, because no matter what – I belong with you. I used to think I was a man out of time, but I've realized it's not true. Almost everything I had in the past pales in comparison to you. I’ve spent most of my life not knowing what right was supposed to feel like, and then I met you. And everything changed. You make me feel right. You're my home." He opened the box to reveal the most beautiful engagement ring you've ever seen. You gasped at the sight of it, tears falling out of your eyes. "I've never been happier than in the two years I've known you," Steve continued. "Would you do me the greatest honor in being by my side for the rest of my life? Will you marry me?" he beamed at you.

"Yes! Yes, yes, of course yes!" You kneeled down in front of him and nearly tackled him with a fierce hug. "I love you, Steve Rogers. And there's nothing I want more than to be your wife."

He surged forward and kissed you, his lips soft against your own. The kiss was passionate but soft, conveying through action the happiness and love that words simply cannot describe. Your hands were wrapped around his neck and his went to your waist when you heard a soft thud. You let go of each other's lips and laughed, because in the moment, Steve dropped the box with the ring.

"Oops," he scratched the back of his neck before reaching for the box. He took out the ring and slipped it onto your finger, a perfect fit, where it glimmered softly with the lights of the street.

You finished admiring the ring and gasped. "Wait! Is this why you were being weird all night?" you realized.

"Yeah," Steve smiled bashfully. "I guess I was just nervous…"

Seeing the beefy super-soldier being unsure of himself made your heart swell with love. "You had no reason to be," you reassured him.

You both went home that night hand in hand, sending each other lovesick gazes that would've no doubt made a few of your friends roll their eyes if they were there. But nothing really mattered at this moment, nothing besides you and Steve, the moon the only witness to your love.

[howdoyousleep3]

to the babe that wanted me to write bikini barista bucky i haven’t forgotten about you in fact i think about him a lot i was going to include him in Kinktober last year and have half of a fic written with him i lub him and you and it’s still one of the best suggestions/ideas i’ve ever received 🥲🫢😮‍💨😫🫠

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Now I’m nervous. The sacrifice thing has for me worried for our reader.

And I see Steeb is back to prime asshole mode. He can’t possibly admit he’s got the feels and values his wifeys opinion on anything can he? Oh no…

🙄🙄🙄

You keep us in suspense with this, and I’m torn. Half of me wants them to just get on with it, admit they’re in love (even though he totally forced her into this) and have lovely little babies…the other half wants him to die and let her be free.

Great job!!

Mistaken

Chapter 17: Troubling Fortunes Told

In which troubling fortunes are told, lots of shit gets blown up, and Ella gets a reality check from Lucya. With Steve? It’s two steps forward, one step back. Because life is like that with the Bratva.

Warnings: brief mention of torture, no specifics. Profanity. God, this sounds so tame… As always, thank you for reading.

Translations: МУДАК - Russian for asshole Zhopa -shithead

Chapter 16

Ella…

To say that I’m ridiculously excited about tonight is an understatement. I just want thirty-five minutes where no one is shooting at us or trying to drown me. The memory of being pressed underneath the ice in the current of the Neva River halts me for a moment on the stairs, making Steve look at me in concern.

“Are you all right?”

I look at him, blue eyes so vivid and intent on me, watching my expressions, his thumb stroking my wrist and checking my pulse, his arm holding me carefully. Who is this man?

“I’m fine,” I nod firmly like that’s going to totally sell it. “This is going to be fun. We can both use some uncomplicated fun right now. So, explain the history with the fortune telling?”

“It’s a custom that evolved pre-Christianity, and it’s not approved of by the Russian Orthodox Church, but everyone still participates.” Steve puts his hand on the small of my back, leading me in another direction I haven’t explored yet. How the hell big is this place?

“So, is there a psychic who comes to the house, or…?”

One corner of his mouth turned up, not quite a smile but showing he found something amusing. “The early traditions were a little outrageous. Imagine unmarried, young women in, say, the 1500s meeting in a bathhouse in their nightgowns, their hair down and loose, to read fortunes.”

I have no problem with laughing, “Seriously? That’s so sketchy, and their parents were okay with this?”

Steve shrugged, “Well, the other tradition involved these young, unmarried women stepping out of their house on Christmas morning and asking the first man they saw what his name was. Supposedly, that would be the name of the man they married.”

I slowed down a bit, enjoying the talk and not wanting to lose him to the rest of the family yet. “Now that we’re no longer tossing young women in their nightgowns into sticky situations, how does it work?”

“Sofia Ivanova is a well-known psychic in St. Petersburg,” Steve says, turning left into yet another hall, “she’ll read our fortunes with her Tarot cards.”

“Has she been accurate in the past?” I meant it teasingly, but his face grows dark, like a shadow over the sun.

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[pixeldotgamer]

well im pleased purely because the way i draw steven/his hair is now canon baybee

[whzbang]

so hi we're mutuals && i want to say i really want to do a ship with you but i know you list it in your rules that you ship it but i'm just?????? so nervous??????? you good with a steve hopping in your ims?????

okay, listen friend, listen closely come to the darkside and please bring america’s ass with you 

[bonky-n-steeb]

hopelessly devoted to you

— mob! bucky barnes x housewife! reader

summary || bucky loves playing games with you, and like the innocent doe you are, you always get trapped.

warnings || literally all of our fantasy to be a cute housewife for bucky. shameless smut. unprotected sex. housewife kink. cockwarming. masturbation. edging. orgasm control/denial. punishments. fingering. creampie. oral sex. somnophilia. praise kink. dacryphilia. innocence kink. corruption kink. possessive bucky. mean bucky. filthy bucky. a lot of dirty talk. horny thots. PWP — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!

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this is probably the freakiest thing I’ve written,.. like feminism is out of the window

“Dinner’s ready!“ you happily chimed as you opened the door to his study. But your smile dropped into a frown when you saw him sitting in front of a pile of papers. His eyes darted up from the paper he was reading and when he saw you, his lips twitched into a smirk than his usual smile.

“Are you very busy? Should I go?” You asked in a meek voice. You were very well aware of what your husband did, but you never interfered in it. Bucky made you happy and loved you more than anyone else ever could, and you honestly didn’t want anything else from your life.

Bucky’s eyes trailed down to the way you were fidgeting with the hem of your skirt; it was your nervous tic and Bucky hated nothing more than seeing you anxious. “I’m never too busy for my wife.” Your face instantly lit up and you let go of your skirt. “Come here.”

You happily sauntered over to his chair and sat down on his welcoming lap. He buried his nose in your neck and breathed in your scent. “Mmm… you’re so sweet for me, my sunshine.” He mumbled against your skin sending down little vibrations. “Bucky,…” you breathed out.

He darted out his tongue to lick a wide stripe of your neck and goosebumps erupted on your skin. He wrapped his flesh arm around your thigh while his metal arm was still clutching the papers. You sucked in a sharp breath when his hand slid past your skirt and rubbed your warm pussy.

Bucky treated you like a queen, and all you had to do do was follow a few of his rules. Not wearing panties around him, was one of them. You squirmed in his lap when his fingers started circling your excited clit. He held you tighter when wriggled and moaned.

“Don’t you think it’s cold?” Bucky’s voice was thick with lust. You were distracted as it is, as his lips kept on nibbling on your sensitive neck. Your body was heated up due to his ministrations, and even without that, you were sure the room was fairly warm. “N.. no.” You stuttered.

“I think it’s chilling. Now, don’t you wanna keep me warm?” He asked playfully. “Sure.” You replied without thinking much. Bucky chuckled against your throat and you knew he was up to no good. You were married to him for nearly a year and knew him much before that, yet he never stopped surprising you with his wicked ways.

You gasped when Bucky spread your legs further apart until they were dangling down from his thighs. He hummed as he spread your slick around your sopping folds. “So wet for me, just like a good wife should be.”

You pressed yourself to his chest and arched your back when two of his thick fingers entered you. He pumped them in a steady pace as if he didn’t want to stimulate you as much as he wanted to stretch you. “You’re so tight sweetheart, as if I don’t fuck you every night.”

If there was one thing about Bucky, it was that he couldn’t keep his mouth shut during sex. But his filthy words only spurred you on. His metal arm was curled around your hip as he fingered you with his other arm. “I think that’s enough warm up.” He chuckled as he scissored his fingers within you.

He pulled out his fingers and brought them to your mouth and you obediently sucked on them. You were desperate by the sudden lack of stimulation and you started moving your hips to get at least some friction. “Be patient.” He chastised.

You cracked a smile when you heard him open the zip of his slacks. You hissed as he position his hard length against your needy hole. You sighed as his thick head sank in and he kept pulling you down until he completely filled you out.

You bit down on your lip with excitement as you knew what was to come. But all your guesses went down the drain when he left you just like that and started looking through the papers again. Just his metal arm was holding you still while he checked the papers with his right hand.

“Bucky?” He only hummed in response as his eyes skimmed through the fine print of words on the paper. His lack of attention you to was only arousing you more as you felt your juices leaking around his cock. “Aren’t you.. umm,.. aren’t you going to fuck me?” You asked genuinely.

“No baby. I told you I was cold. But now you are keeping me warm, aren’t you?” Your eyes widened in realisation and you nearly came on spot. Bucky had told you many times before as he fucked you that he wanted you to keep his cock warm, you hadn’t expected him to do it right now. Not that you were complaining.

Unable to do much, you just sagged back against his broad chest. Your vision was hazy and you couldn’t really see what was written on those papers, neither did you want to. Your entire concentration was pulled towards his cock stuffed inside you and the constant throbbing of your nub.

You didn’t really know how much time had passed as you were too out of it to realise, but by now, you were craving the friction. His cock was snug against your walls and you wanted him to move, desperately. You tried your best to stay still, but couldn’t anymore.

You gripped the oak table in front of you and tried fucking yourself on his cock. But Bucky was quick to hold you still and you nearly wanted to cry as he clicked his tongue. “Sweetheart, can’t you see I’m busy? I just wanted you to keep me warm, not distract me. Can’t you even do that for me?”

“Bucky but..” your voice was low with hurt as you hated disappointing Bucky. “Shhh…” he pressed a kiss against your temple and it was enough to shut you up. You were hoping for even a little bit of relief, but that never came.

Instead, Bucky pulled out of you and zipped himself back up. He arranged the papers back on the desk and pushed your skirt down. You whined in complaint and before you could say anything, Bucky just patted your ass and announced, “Let’s have dinner!”

~~~

You rubbed your thighs together to alleviate the ache persistent at your core. You turned around on the bed to see Bucky sleeping by your side. You never before had the urge to wake up him as you did now; how could he possibly sleep so peacefully when you were literally burning with need at his side.

You had picked at your dinner as your hunger wasn’t really related to food. You had hopes in your heart that he would give you what you wanted at least when you went to bed. But Bucky simply went to sleep after giving you a forehead kiss.

You felt like it was strung tight with tension and needed something, anything, or relieve it. At this point, your body was so sensitive to touch that even the bedsheets felt rough. Even you didn’t know how your hand landed between your legs, but you chewed your lips as you got an idea.

You cleared your throat to see if Bucky was awake, and when he didn’t respond, you sighed. You spread your legs on the bed and closed your eyes as you imagined Bucky. Your fingers danced along your thighs before dipping into your wet pussy.

Little sparks travelled down to your toes as you flicked your clit. Your responsive nub was throbbing with need and you sank down into the bed as your fingers soothed your ache. Your fingers clutched the sheets and your teeth sank into your bottom lip to keep moans from spilling out.

Your back arched when you pushed two of your fingers into your sopping hole. The fingers weren’t nearly enough for the delicious stretch of Bucky’s cock, but at least this was better than nothing. You were dripping wet and your fingers made a squelching noise as you pumped them into your hole.

You weren’t able to reach the special spots that Bucky was able to, but since you were so delirious with the need to get pleasured, your fingers did just fine in calming the fire in your core. You were wriggling on the bed as you felt yourself getting close.

Your toes curled as you rubbed your clit with your hand and curled your fingers into you. After all this time of being on the edge, you relaxed as you knew you were going to melt into the oncoming orgasm. But right as you were about to cum, Bucky’s hand wrapped around your wrist.

Your fingers slipped out of your entrance with a pop, which made you wince. Your face burned with embarrassment as Bucky caught you red handed. But even more frustrating than that was you were just about to cum, but Bucky had prevented that from happening.

“What were you doing sweetheart?” Despite the deceptive nickname, his tone was purely condescending. You opened your mouth to speak back, but you weren’t able to comprehend anything. His eyes were hard in the dim moonlight that seeped through. “And who gave you the permission to touch my pussy?”

One of his rules was to not touch yourself unless he tells you to. You didn’t know what exactly to feel — anger that he denied you your release, or guilt that you broke his rule. Somehow, both of them clouded your thought and you couldn’t convey either. Instead you just laid back and stared at Bucky with wide eyes.

“Now tell me, do you deserve a punishment, or not?” You knew this wasn’t a question. Your eyes pricked with tears as you murmured, “This isn’t fair.” Bucky just gave a cruel smile as he held your jaw in a firm grip. He pressed a gentle kiss to your pouty lips before speaking.

“How is this not fair? Hmm. Do you even know how difficult it was for me to not fuck you right on that table? I was going to give it to you baby, I promise. I just wanted you to be my good girl. But no. You can’t even be good for me.” His words made you tear up and Bucky shamelessly licked your salty tears.

You cried harder when you realised that all of this had been his trap. And like the innocent doe you were, you were trapped. You wanted to hate the games he played with you, but you just couldn’t. Both, him and you knew that you loved it.

“What’s your colour?” Bucky asked. You couldn’t help but crack a small smile, “Green.” Was your quick reply. The fact that you were in control of the situation and Bucky would never do anything to actually hurt you, made you preen.

“Good. Now back to my question. Do you deserve a punishment or not.” Bucky mused. You gulped nervously before answering, “Yes.” In the next instant, Bucky’s lips descended upon yours. The kiss was rough and dominating and yet it made you swoon.

You moaned into the kiss as Bucky spread your legs apart and seated himself in between. You panted for breath as he pulled away before clutching your night gown and pulling it above your head. The cold night air prickled your heated body.

He discarded the clothes he slept in and you roved your hand over his corded muscles. You could see how desperate even he was as he rubbed the head of his cock over your drenched folds. He swirled against your clit and your breath hitched.

“Your pussy looks so needy. Does it hurt sweetheart?” His eyes were zeroed down on the mess your pussy was making. You nodded at his words because though they were humiliating, it was true. “Do you wanna cum on cock?” He had this glint in his eyes which made you think twice.

“Yes please.” You whined. You still didn’t know what he was going to do to you as he still hadn’t told you about your punishment. The anticipation was only adding to the arousal coursing through your veins. “Hmm… so your punishment for acting like a bad girl is, you don’t get to cum tonight.”

Your eyes flew open and before you could complain for him to reconsider, he entered you in a single hard stroke. All your thoughts left your head when he seated himself deep inside you, filling you up to your brim. Your legs shook and you curled your fingers in his bulging biceps, leaving indented marks in the shape of your nails.

Bucky’s thrusts were hard and precise. He was set on a goal and the goal was to wreck you. The bed rattled with the force of his movements as he fucked into you while still holding your jaw. “Buc… Bucky Please!” You begged when you surpassed the initial shock.

“That’s right baby. Beg for me. Beg for me to let you cum. Who knows, your needy whines my change my decision.” You knew it was nearly impossible. Once Bucky was set on something, nothing in this world could change his decision. But the little hope that you could still get your much needed release made your heart soar.

“Please… please let me cum. I.. ahh.. I’ll be good.” Your tried your best to plead while he fucked you within an inch of your life. “Now that’s not very convincing you see. You’ve disappointed me a lot today sweetheart. And though it breaks my heart, I have to teach you how to be a good wife.”

Your head was spinning and as Bucky continued his dirty talk. Your mouth was open as moans and little whimpers spilled out of it. You honestly didn’t know if you could stop yourself from coming and you shivered at the thought of what Bucky would do if you broke his rule again.

“Now tell me sweetheart, you could’ve opened your mouth and asked me. Have I ever denied you anything?“ you had no idea how Bucky was speaking like that while rutting into you. You opened your mouth to speak but all that came out with a moan of Bucky’s name.

“Did you get shy? Huh?” He squeezed your jaw and you mumbled a strained yes. “You get all shy to ask your own husband to fuck you, but all that shyness is gone when you shamelessly touch your pussy while he is right next to you.” His words were pushing you further and you squealed out, “Fuck!”

“What did you just say? Good wives are not supposed to curse. Guess I have to fuck those filthy words outta your mouth.” Bucky’s thrust were getting unrelenting as he was losing his rhythm and you knew he was close.

“Bucky please! I’ll be good for you….. So good. The best!… Please let me me cum. Please..,,. I’m sorry Bucky! Please I’m so so sorry. Just let me cum. I promise I won’t.. I won’t do it again.” You were past the point of coherence and the only thing you cared about in this world, was getting to cum.

“Aww poor baby. You’re such a mess. Do you even know how much I love to see you wrecked like this?” He pressed kisses over your face before continuing. “But no. You don’t get to cum. And if you do, sweetheart, you won’t like what happens next.” The warning in his words was clear.

“Tell me you need me to fill you up. Cum so deep within you that you feel me for days. Tell me you’ll be my good wife and take my seed.” With the way he was hitting your special spot over and over again, thinking and speaking was very difficult and yet, you tried. “Bucky.. please fill me up! I need your cum! Please! I’ll be your good wife..!”

That was all Bucky needed as he came deep inside you. His rough grunts and moans were like music to your ears. And somehow seeing him reach his peak, made you happy too. You squirmed on the bed as you felt his hot seed fill you until it leaked from besides his cock.

You knew you were right at the edge, and yet you didn’t cum. You just couldn’t. You didn’t know if it was your determination to please Bucky, or his sheer command over you. But you lay there, a shivering and trembling mess, as he pulled out of you.

“You were so good for me sweetheart. You’ve made me so proud.” His words suddenly made you feel less empty and you turned around to see him. He pressed loving kisses to your face and you smiled through your tears. “Really?” You asked almost unbelieving.

“Yes. You were the absolute best. My best girl. I love you.” Hearing him say this felt even more blissful than your impending orgasm. Though he said these words every night and morning, listening to them never failed to make you happy.

“I love you too.” You mumbled hazily. He circled his arms around you and pulled you tight against him. “Sleep sweetheart. I promise I’ll wake you up with a gift.” You were actually on edge, but the days fatigue had tired you and Bucky’s promise of a gift made you excited for tomorrow as you drifted into dreamland.

~~~

You feel as if you’re drowning through the saccharine sweetness of thick honey as you arise from the deep depths of sleep. Your body feels electric and alive and you can’t tell the reason until you open your eyes and see Bucky between your thighs.

You gasp as you feel him lapping up your pussy and you weave your hands through his thick hair. His hands were holding your thighs wide apart and keeping you from wriggling. Your back arched involuntarily as he sucked on your clit.

“Bucky..” his name spilled out of your lips and he looked up at you. His blue eyes were sparkling with mischief in the morning sun. Seeing that you were awake, he doubled down his efforts. The room was filled with the noise of your moans and his hungry laps.

You clutched his hair tighter as his tongue entered your wet channel. He hummed into your pussy and the vibrations travelled up your spine. Your legs were trembling around his head and your toes curled as he ate you out like a starved man.

His beard was rubbing deliciously over your sensitive thighs and this roughness was only adding to the overall pleasure. Bucky knew your body better than even yourself, and he knew exactly what to do to make you lose your mind.

You were strung up as it is, and under Bucky’s precise ministrations, it didn’t take you much time to unravel. Your entire body felt as if it was cotton candy melting into the gentle embrace of water. The calm floaty feeling overtook you as every nerve in your body was set alight.

Bucky didn’t stop throughout your orgasm and lapped up all that you gave him. He pulled back only when he was satisfied, and that was when your entire body had gone lax with pleasure. All your previous tension and tautness had vanished as you smiled up at him in a daze.

“That was a very nice gift.” You giggled when you remembered last nights promise. “That was just the beginning sweetheart. We have the entire day to ourselves and I have so much planned for you. Also, good morning.” He grinned like a lovesick fool.

“Yeah. It was indeed a very good morning.”

[teamfadedblue]

Hi guys! Steven Diamond Universe here!

I hear you guys have some questions for me? And my family and friends? So, yeah, we’re just gonna... uh, go ahead and answer those! 

[appocalipse]

hotel with steeb pls

love you and your writing <3

love u more <3 made this a comfort fic since this other request was kinda similar and it went in another direction, i hope you like it anyway ♥

[HOTEL; Sharing a hotel bed with the other when there’s only one left. (COUGH COUGH one bed supremacy COUGH COUGH)]

Your choices were: sleeping in a plastic chair in the corner of the room or sharing a bed with Steve.

He would have gladly agreed to sleep in the chair himself, you're certain —he had offered to do so, insisted even, too kind for his own good; but you're an adult and you two are friends. There's no harm in sharing a hotel room with a friend, is there?

Maybe there is in sharing a bed with a friend, especially if you have a small crush on said friend. Steve is easy to like, very easy. He's kind and sweet beyond measure, kind without expecting any credit for it. It doesn't hurt that he's easy on the eyes, too, does it?

"Which side?" he asks, thoughtful as you'd expect. He's standing beside the bed, hair wet from the shower he's just taken. Steve is wearing pants and a t-shirt, and even though he looks reasonably comfortable, you just know he doesn't sleep with this many clothes on normally.

"Any side it's okay," you say, not wanting to be picky.

"You're sure?" Steve looks like he wants to argue. Then he glances at the bed and says, "Can I have the left side, then?"

"Of course," you're pretty sure won't be sleeping at all anyways. Your restless mind will surely keep you awake for more than a couple of hours.

Thunder rips through the sky outside and you stifle a scream with your hand.

You are no more afraid of a storm than the next person, but this one is really, really loud.

"You're alright?" Steve asks, ducking under the covers.

"Yes," The bed is small. You feel your toe touching him somewhere when you're lying down, and he makes an exaggerated sound of shock. "Sorry."

He lets out a soft chuckle, his eyes closed. When he opens them and looks at you, lying on his side, what remains of his laugh is enough to form a smile on his face. "Your foot is freaking cold," he whispers.

You laugh, looking up at the ceiling. You're trying your best to keep a respectable distance between the two of you, but you suspect hotel beds aren't made with this purpose in mind.

You don't dare lie on your side. Eyes are the windows to the soul, are they not? You're afraid of what Steve might see if he looks into yours more than you're afraid of what you'd find in his.

Your hand fits in the space between your bodies, you calculate. It's not a very big hand.

Another thunder. You shiver and Steve can feel it as much as you can feel his breath on his cheek, the kindness in his eyes as he studies your expression with concern.

His fingertips touch your elbow, hesitant, as another deafening thunder rumbles outside, sounding like it's going to bring everything down, rip the sky in a half. "Do you want me to-"

"Yes."

The word comes out before you can even think about stopping it. You do want it — whatever he's offering, you think, you want it.

You lean towards each other at the same time, puzzle pieces falling into place. Steve opens his arms wide and you move into them like it's your home (sometimes it seems to be), hiding your face into the crook of his neck. He wraps an arm around you like you're something valuable, precious, worth protecting.

Steve seems to have been carved out of kindness, of compassion. Made to love and be loved.

You rest your head on his chest, breathing in his scent, a little nervous at first, a little hesitant.

Steve brings his hand to your head, long fingers massaging your scalp slowly, carefully.

"You okay?"

The smile on your face won't come off easily, you're certain. "Perfect," you whisper, and close your eyes.

[babyjakes]

happy to see you. [blurb.]

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summary | steve coaxes you out of your shell the first time you become little around him.

pairing | daddy!steve rogers x little!reader

warnings | sfw regression (daddy!steve little!reader), reader’s first time being little around steeb, very shy!reader, sOFT!daddy!steve the softsoftsoftest <3, just very fluffy and nice and sweet :’-)

word count | 411

requested by @nony-bear | Hehe I know I’m early but I wanted to send in a blurb idea because I love you and I’m so proud of you and your blurbs are always so good 😊 also I know I’ve gotten several requests written by you before so if you want to save me for last or another time that’s okay too 💕 but I was wondering if I could have a blurb where either Steve or Andy are with their little and it’s early on in the dynamic so the reader is being a little shy and the daddy is a little nervous too but he talks to her and gets her to open up a little and giggle and blush and then they end up cuddling or something like that

an | friend friend friend omg yaaay i’m so glad i get to write more stuff for you hehe <3 thankyou so much for this request i love this idea so much, hope it’s okay i went with steve. he’s just the softest, nicest daddy and so soothing to little!reader when things are starting out – hope you enjoy!

Though it’s never happened before, the first time you drop into littlespace around Steve, he somehow instantly knows it.

You’ve appeared in the doorway to your shared bedroom, waiting cautiously in the wooden frame of the door as the blonde-haired man relaxes on the bed, shading away at something in his sketchbook.

As soon as Steve catches a glimpse of your almost trembling form, he lowers his work, his gaze drifting up to meet yours. One look at your slightly cowering demeanor and he knows, his face softening immediately as he offers you a warm smile.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he coos, his voice much gentler than usual. Dropping your gaze down to the floor, you bite your bottom lip, unsure of what to say. Am I supposed to tell him, you ask yourself, how is he gonna know?

“You need something, lovebug?” the man’s sweet voice interrupts your racing mind. Looking up shyly at him, all you can manage to do is blink. “Hey,” he hums, keeping his voice mild and soothing, “S'alright sweetheart. You just looking for a little time with Daddy?”

Perking up slightly at his use of the word, you nod, earning another brilliant smile from Steve. “Yeah? Come on over then, peanut. I could use some good snuggles right about now.”

Making your way over to the bed still somewhat shyly, you climb up next to the broad man, melting instantly into his arms as he pulls you in close and shifts you onto his lap. “There’s my good girl, hi baby,” he sings, bouncing you gently on his legs. “How’s my sweetie pie doin’ today, hmm?”

“Good,” you mumble shyly, heat rising through your cheeks as he runs a soothing hand across your back in broad circles.

“Yeah?” Steve chuckles softly, planting a gentle kiss on your cheek. “What’ve you gone quiet for, doll? Just feelin’ a little shy?” Nodding, you tuck your head against his shoulder, inhaling the safe, familiar scent of your partner as he coos over you dotingly. “Aww, that’s okay, princess. Just so precious, aren’t you, bunny? Daddy’s sweet baby girl.”

“Daddy’s baby,” you repeat, allowing yourself gradually to slip further and further into that warm, fuzzy headspace you’ve been craving for so long to surrender to.

“That’s right,” Steve smiles proudly, taking one of your hands in his and bringing it up to his lips to plant a kiss on your pinky. “Daddy’s little baby. M'so happy to see you, honey.”