#softdark!Steve Rogers

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here you will find all of my favourite chris evans + characters fanfiction recommendations, i have many more to add and will continue to update this list. Please don’t forget to reblog these amazing writers fics as they deserve so much love!💘💘

Walk On The Wild Side - @hansensgirl

you just wanted to go for a stroll down the road—but he wants you to take a walk on the wild side. (Dark!Chris Evans)

You Better Not Pout, Better Not Cry - @hansensgirl

they know if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake. (Dark!Multi character) - i would add every single one of her fics to this list if i could💘

Sinful Devotion - @evansbby

Lloyd promises to let you go, but he demands a depraved repayment. (In other words, Lloyd pops your cherry)- my favourite writer in the whole universe💘

Smothered With Bliss - @whereireid

Is it hard being married to the most influential man in America? You most certainly think it is. — Steve Rogers: Captain America, the heart of his nation, the soul of his country. After returning home from a particularly bad day at work, Steve finally snaps, deciding you need re-educating on how to be the perfect housewife.

The Night - @misshoneybee

Working as the Barber family's nanny is a piece of cake, but what happens when the dad you've been tip-toeing around all year comes home late one night to find you asleep in his bed, wearing his favorite sweater?

Little Miss Red - @anika-ann

Ransom’s looking for a good time tonight, when you walk through the door, he knows he’ll get it. And you? Oh you’ll get it too. He's going to make sure of it.

Unholy Errand - @buckets-and-trees

You're caught in the crosshairs when a hit goes out for your boss. (Dark!Lloyd Hansen + Dark! God The Bounty Hunter + Ransom Drysdale)

What A Shirt Can Tell - @justalonelyslytherin

5+2 times Colin asked 'Is that my shirt?' plus the one time he got asked it. Aka a look through the journey of Colin and his girl, each in which his shirts play an important role.

Start Again - @wkemeup

A chemical spill, uncontrollable desires rushed to the surface, an unbridled need, and the consequences in the aftermath (Steve Rogers)

Daddy’s Little Pet - @sinner-as-saint

You and Steve are the epitome of ‘opposites attract’. He is the American hero, a super soldier who is known for his bravery, and righteousness and for being the one leading the Avengers. You, on the other hand, are a well-known fashion designer in the city. Creator and owner of your own brand, and elite boutique. At first glance, it doesn’t seem like you and Steve would be compatible. But you surprisingly are. And behind closed doors, in secrecy – you two are each other’s solace, each other’s definition of home. He’s your strong, loving and caring man. And you, his lovely, little pet whom he adores more than life itself.

Good Girls And Skype Calls - @youre-deadangel

chris gives you a treat for behaving.

Afternoon Delight - @christowhore

you're steve's live-in housekeeper and find your boss and his friends having a bbq on a heatwave stricken afternoon. they invite you to join them and show you all the pleasurable ways to cool down from the sun. (SoftDark!Steve Rogers + Sam Wilson + Bucky Barnes)

Got You - @hispeculiartreasure

The two of you had grown close over the last year; first as teammates, then as friends. You had been distant at the start, just as he had. Slowly, agonizingly - blood, sweat, and tears were definitely involved - walls were dismantled. A current of trust ran between you, one which caught Steve by surprise. As dense as he could be about matters of the heart, suspicions of his blossoming romantic feelings being mutual had proven true with a simple kiss. (Sex Pollen, Steve Rogers)

Golden Boy - @bucksfucks

you’ve always called steve the golden boy, but he snaps one night and decides to show you he’s anything but. (Roommate!Steve Rogers)

It Must Be That Old Evil Spirit - @vonalyn

There’s something unsettling about his demeanor but you can’t quite put your finger on it. As if there’s something hiding beneath the surface just waiting to pry its way out of the tight shirt across his broad frame and tear your throat out. Maybe it’s your general unease around others when you’re traveling alone, or maybe it’s just him.  (Jack-O-Lantern!Ari Levinson)

Stupid Kitty - @onsunnyside

Your father wrongfully entrusted Lloyd to care for you—it’s too bad he’ll never get you back. (Lloyd Hansen x Cat-Hybrid!Reader)

Manners- Or Lack Of Them - @rogerswifesblog

Ransom wants you, the sweet girl at the bar…but you’re not what he expected you to be. (Sub!Ransom Drysdale + Mommy!Reader)

Shadow Boxer - @mypoisonedvine

you’re stuck in the same destructive cycle with ransom, but maybe you don’t want to get out of it. (Angst + Smut, Ransom Drysdale)

It’s Not A Challenge - @gagmebucky

His jaw ticks. “It’s not a challenge, doll,” he bites out. “It’s a warning. If I tried to get inside you, I’d split you in half in the process.” His eyes flicker down, and your nipples are pebbles against the thin, easily-rippable fabric—you’re testing him, and he’s failing. “Goddamn it,” he hisses underneath his breath. “That - that shouldn’t turn you on.” Bristling, he drops his hand and pedals backward—he’s on his last thread, and it’s his sole chance to make a clear-headed decision. (Boxer!Steve Rogers)

Pretty Princess - @frostironfudge

Andy Barber gets jealous when he presumes you shared a room with one of his associates.

Over And Over - @frostironfudge

Ari Levinson is a possessive man, he'll punish you till you apologise.

Such A Good Boy - @lilacevans

You and Ari attend a business meeting, and at the beginning the other boss you're meeting with just assumes that Ari is the one in charge; however, that's not the case. While you look dainty, angelic, like you couldn't even hurt a fly, you're the one who runs the family and will not hesitate to fuck up anyone who stands in your way. (Puppy!Ari Levinson) - one of my favourite fics EVER.💘

Breathe - @buckyownsmylife

The one where the new co-star is obsessed with the idea of making Chris hers, but he makes sure to show her you’re the only one for him.

Justified - @dbnightingale24

Ransom has always been the center of your world you’ve always been the center of his. However, when he can’t change his ways and you’re tired of the heartbreak, is it really so bad if you think it’s best to walk away? Ransom thinks so. - one of the sweetest most talented writers i have ever met💘

My, My, My - @1800jjbarnes

Stevie couldn't help it. Every time he saw you, he felt himself grow heavy in his slacks. You were everything he needed. And he needed you now.

All The Time - @geminixevans-stan

He is one of the most powerful men on earth but there’s more worse than him (Dark!Lloyd Hansen + Dark!Nick Fowler)

Snack - @katherineswritingsblog

he just wants his snack- which is you.

Watchful Eyes - @espinosaurusrexex

When your best friend gets you a new job, cleaning the apartment of the most successful man in New York City, you don't hesitate to accept. The pay is more than good, and the man himself is better than any eye candy you have ever seen. Unbeknownst to you, you've caught his attention just as much. Steve can't keep his mind off you, so much so, that he drives everyone around him insane with his grumpiness when you aren't around. It seems like he has to take matters into his own hands when he realizes, you're too shy to take things further yourself. (CEO!Steve Rogers)

Cherry On Top - @dcllbows

you’ve found your favorite way to help your daddy with his grownup work. (Ddlg, Daddy!Andy Barber)

Voracious - @arilevinsons

The first time he set eyes on you; you were his sudden infatuation. (DarkProfessor!Ari Levinson)

Best Friend’s Dad - @imyourbratzdoll

you've been pining over your best friend's dad and decide to take your chance, knowing he's out and your best friend is asleep, you be a little bit naughty and touch yourself on his bed, not knowing he's coming home early.

The Breeding Ground - @fl0werfae

To others, Ari’s house was a breeding ground for him and his omega, but to him it was just fulfilling her purpose of carrying his pups. (Alpha!Ari Levinson)

My Sweet Pea - @mavsstar

Mr. Levinson lives right next door to you, the sweet, innocent college girl. Little do you know that you're Mr. Levinson's favorite neighbor. He's there every chance you need the slightest of help, maybe a little too much. (Trailer Park Au)

Like A Movie Scene In The Sweetest Dream - @worksby-d

Johnny’s always been on your “no” list, but you've finally agreed to work with him. (Pornstar!Johnny Storm)

Easy As Pie - @navybrat817

You bake pies for Andy, but you're still his favorite treat.

[dc418writes]

talk so sweet when you’re doing bad things

✨Pairing✨: inmate!softdark!Steve Rogersxpsychiatrist!black!reader

Summary🪄: Your pining isn’t in vain

🚨: 18+ NO MINORS!, oral (m!receiving), unprotected happy adult times (please be safe out there guys and girls!), language, obsessive like behavior, implied stalking, mention of masturbation (f!receiving)

A/N🎤: ✨HAPPY SPOOKY SEASON🎃!!✨ this is my submission to the Horny Hoes Hootenanny hosted by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork and @yenzys-lucky-charm and I hope you guys like what I came up with☺️! Also please support the other works for this event and even submit your own if you feel inclined💕!

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Dialogue Prompt: “Don’t act all innocent when we both know where your mouth just was”

Tropes/Situational Prompt: the villain/monster has feelings (or thots) for you

You didn’t have to hear a name to know which escaped inmate the news anchors were currently talking about.

“Blonde white male, blue eyes, 6’3, considered highly dangerous.”

You knew him very well having had him as a patient for about a year now. Pretty much the same amount of time his hulking body - yet soft features - has plagued your dreams and hidden fantasies. That first night it happened, your imagination vividly playing in your resting mind how his thick fingers would touch you just right to have you writhing and moaning for more, you were…flustered.

It wasn’t the first time - and probably wouldn’t be the last - that a patient made a surprise appearance in one of your dreams. Details and analysis from earlier sessions still fresh in your subconscious and lingering into your resting state. It was how you felt afterwards though, that told you this instance was far different. You desperately - and a little shamefully - wished you could sink back into that erotic dreamland when you awoke throbbing and needy from the scenes now branded in your memory. Sometimes you even found yourself daydreaming about his muscular, tattooed arms wrapped tightly around you. His soft lips gently pecking along your face before journeying down your heated body to where you wanted him most. That dark beard scratching and tickling your inner thighs until it ultimately became soaked.

Although that hidden primal urge wanted differently, every day after you expertly maintained your professionalism during your sessions with him. Carefully dissecting his words and explanations to make sure he wasn’t a danger to himself or others - well, no more than what other people already believed that is.

However one day, something shifted.

Gone was his reserved attitude - clearly deciding whether to fully trust you - and instead, a man who seemed…one step ahead. Dare you say a little smug. Admittedly, this new aura had a familiar warmth spreading along your lower abdomen causing your thighs to squeeze together as you slightly shifted in your seat.

“So, how are you today Mr. Rogers?,” you asked turning to a fresh sheet of paper in your spiral notebook.

He sighs, briefly widening his thick legs as he gets comfortable. His tattooed hand scratching along his bearded jaw. “Good as I can be. And I think we’ve known each other long enough that you can call me Steve.”

“Is that what you would prefer?”

For the first time, a hint of a smirk paints his pink lips thinking of a few names he’d prefer you call him. It’s unknown to you though as your hand moves along the page scribbling notes. “Makes things more comfortable right?”

Finally you look up from your writing to meet an intensity in his sea like eyes you’ve never experienced. You can’t look away though as you feel yourself slowly become flustered. “Are you not comfortable during our sessions..Steve?”

He pauses for a moment simply letting his eyes roam along your features - as if analyzing you for a change - before leaning forward with elbows on his knees. “What’re you writing?”

“Just observations. Notes for your file.”

“We can’t make our own notes?”

“Um..of course. I would actually suggest journaling as a way to manage your emotions; your thoughts. Keeping up with other suggestions from our sessions you might find helpful.”

“And my own observations,” he adds leaning back in his chair. “Like you.”

“What exactly do you mean ‘like me’?”

“Like how you seem…different. Bothered maybe.” You subtly try to calm your increasing pulse as he crosses his arms across his chest. His muscles straining against the white tee that have you near dripping already. Swirls of black ink forming various pictures and cursive words on his arms teasingly persuading you to kiss each one.

There’s no way he could tell was there?

“Thank you for inquiring, but this session is about you Steve,” you answer closing the notebook in your lap. “And as a warning, that question is ina-,”

“Must be tiring though. Always doing for others, yet no one there for you.” Steve’s tongue peeks out ever so gently wetting his lips. “No one to take care of you.”

“I’m an adult. I care for myself.”

“My point exactly.” Steve’s head just barely tilts while his vice drops an octave lower. “We both know everyone shouldn’t do everything alone.”

“I think we’re done here,” you quickly respond so he couldn’t go farther and crumble your resolve. “Have a good day Mr. Rogers.”

There’s a slight mischievous tilt to his lips as he stands. Cords of muscles moving under his shirt with such a subtle movement. His hands clasp in front of him turning to walk towards the door where a guard always waited to escort him back to his cell, and you can’t help but silently admire the expanse of his backside. From his broad shoulders to his thick thighs, the sight causes that pulse between your legs to start again.

“You too” is all he says once he’s near the door, but his earlier words leave a lasting impression throughout your day. You can’t seem to focus on your other clients constantly thinking of his deep voice, his pink lips, the intense way he looked at you that wasn’t uncomfortable but made you feel seen.

That night was the fastest you’ve ever came - squeezing and clutching around the rubber toy inside you so hard you genuinely thought there’d be an indentation when you finally pulled it from your messy core.

Something also snapped in you, wanting - needing - to know if Steve was just as good as you fantasized. That’s admittedly how your arrangement began, first sweet talking the guard into taking his lunch earlier after overhearing his child was sick. “He hasn’t had any violent acts in a little over a year. His file can attest that he’s currently not a danger. I’ll be fine, your kid needs you.” Reluctantly, he followed your suggestion but would of course try to be back in time for transport.

“You call if anything goes left, alright? Remember your panic button,” the man, maybe 10 years older, states peering dead center into your pupils so you’d know he was serious and he’d know you were listening. A quick nod sends him on his way to retrieve Steve; leaving you to mentally prepare yourself for what was to come.

A smirk tugs on his lips once the door closes behind him. His deep blue eyes raking up and down your seated body; appreciating the black, knee-length pencil skirt you chose to wear rather than your typical slacks. “Good afternoon Steve.”

“Afternoon,” he replies slightly tilting his head forward in greeting. “Since we’re still meeting, I take it what I said wasn’t all that bad. That you might’ve even agreed with me..”

Fast forward, your secret rendezvouses were still going strong. You on your knees for him just as you were that first day gladly bobbing up and down his throbbing length. Your hand not clutching his thigh twisting and rubbing what you couldn’t reach.

“This is how you act a week without me huh?,” he smirks with his larger hand clutching the back of your neck. When you peer up at him through wet lashes - moaning as you nod your head - he nearly comes undone cursing under his breath as the veins in his neck distend in that way you love so much.

Just as you feel him twitch in your mouth, he’s quick to pull you off causing you to gasp for breath as he maneuvers you to your feet. Turning you so your back would hit the wall as he hurriedly pushes your dress up over your hips. As usual, he’s met with your bare center glistening and ready for him.

“Fuck..need to be inside you,” Steve whispers against your lips before claiming your mouth as he’s done plenty times before. His tongue easily dominating yours only makes you wetter and thighs feel sticky.

“Steve please,” you pout. “Fill me up.” His hand grips under your knee simultaneously lifting and spreading you so he could slide in. His member thick, red, and leaking when he pulls down his orange pants. Luckily Steve wasn’t in the teasing mood, roughly entering your needy hole and making you loudly moan before his mouth was covering yours again.

“You’re gonna get us caught sweetheart,” he chuckles kissing along your jaw and neck. “Then again, maybe that’s what you want.” His pace begins to quicken as your hands clutch his shoulders and fingernails dig into his skin causing him to groan. “Want someone to see how good I make you feel? How deep you take me?”

“Steve,” you whine letting your head fall back against the wall. The slapping of his hips against yours nearly drowning out your panting and whimpers. “S’close.”

“I know, I know. God you’re so pretty like this, all blissed out and dumb.” He practically growls into your chest trying to hold on for longer, but he knows he’ll be gone soon the way you squeeze around him so tight. Even after all these months of meetings.

His free hand moves between you to circle your nearly raw nub as he switches between kisses and nips along your breast making you arch and tears prick the corners of your eyes feeling that addicting wave overtake you. “Ste-..I-…plea-,”

“Give it to me, cmon.” It wasn’t long after your release crashed into you that Steve was following, burying his face in your neck as he kept his moans and whimpers low. His hand massages your achy thigh while he pecks along the column of your throat in an effort to calm you down.

“My pretty girl. Did so good for me.” You couldn’t help but giggle feeling your cheeks heat at his words.

“T-Thank you Steve.”

How so much can change in the matter of hours.

-

Sat on your couch, knees pressed against your chest, all you can do is listen as the man rummages in your fridge and pantry trying to find whatever it was he wanted. The television playing a game show you’d usually be interested in, but now can’t even hear it with the pounding in your ears. Your heart still thudding since first leaving your bedroom to investigate the noise you heard and finding him in your living room.

“Figured you’d want some,” he states placing the cup of peppermint tea on the table in front of you. How he knew, you didn’t have the stomach to think about let alone how he knew where you lived in the first place.

“Y-You shouldn’t be here,” you whisper as he sits on the opposite end of the couch. Your first words to him tonight.

Steve just lowly chuckles. “Don’t act all innocent when we both know where your mouth just was.”

“That still doesn’t give-,”

“Then why leave your key?,” he counters. “Of all our sessions I didn’t even know you had them. Yet today there it was.”

You didn’t purposely leave your key. Already in a rush when you arrived that morning, you just left it out rather than placing it in your wallet like usual. It wasn’t until you were in your car on the way home that you remembered it shining against the hardwood off to the side. According to protocol, you should’ve notified someone but you figured you could just get it the next morning and use your spare in the meantime.

In retrospect, you realize Steve must’ve seen and swiped it when you weren’t looking. Probably when you were cleaning yourself up and righting your dress.

“The key was just out Steve,” you carefully try to explain seeing the confusion in his features. “I didn’t leave it on purpose.”

“So now this is all my fault?”

“No it’s no one’s fault-,”

His sudden movement - standing to pace along the expanse of your bay window - startles you to stand yourself and ready to run if needed. “Can’t you see I did this for us?!”

“I-I know Steve, but-,”

“No,” he darkly chuckles shaking his head as he steps closer. “No don’t even try. This is real and we both know it!”

You quickly wipe away the tear falling from your eye trying to stay calm; hoping you could turn the situation around. That feeling entirely fleets watching him pull out his notebook and flip through the dated pages smudged with something…shiny.

“I saved these just in case you tried to deny it. Make it seem like I was the crazy one.”

Cautiously, you close the gap between you. Luckily he lets you hold his hand when you reach out towards him. “Y-You’re not crazy and I’m not denying anything Steve.” His frustration shifts to a soft smile gazing into your brown eyes. “We need to get you back to your cell though. You don’t wanna ruin all your progress right?”

Somehow you steady yourself not to flinch when his hand rises to caress your soft cheek. His thumb lowering to trace your plump lips he loved so much.

Love. He loved you. And if his mother taught him anything, you do any and everything for those you love.

“I can’t do that. You need someone to take care of you like only I can. You didn’t even check your windows before you went to bed sweetheart.” You can’t fight the tears now fully letting them flow as your future vanishes before your eyes.

“Hey it’s okay, I’m here now,” he coos. Those arms you once fantasized about now burning against your skin for a different reason. “No one’s separating us again.”

[huffelpuff210]

Fighter part 9 SoftDark Alpha Tony Stark x SoftDark Alpha Steve Rogers x Soft Dark Alpha Bucky Barnes x Omega Reader

Warning: Soft Dark Themes, Manipulation, controlling behavior, swearing, sexual nature, forced relationship. 

You are currently sat on the couch of your new home, You are in a large penthouse, In a building filled with Alpha’s and Beta’s Your Alpha’s explained that now that you are marked and pregnant they need to keep you safe and take you to your real home, The place smelled just of them, It made you anxious there was no trace of your smell at all which is why Tony and Bucky decided to bring some of your things back, 

It was just you and Steve at the moment you were huddled into him with a blanket over your folded legs as you sipped on some hot tea, You were freezing and couldn’t get warm, Bruce the Beta you met a few days ago informed you and your Alpha’s that since you were carrying twins, and this was your first pregnancy things were going to be heightened, you were going to be overemotional, nauseated vomiting, that is all normal, but depending on which Alpha the Twins are from things might be more difficult and if there is any signs of pain to see him immediately. 

You were shivering under the blanket. 

“Cold?” Steve asked as he had his arm around you rubbing up and down your arm, 

You nodded 

“I can’t seem to get warm.” You say 

He chuckled standing up, 

“I think Tony has a heated blanket around here somewhere.” He says 

You nodded still staying on the couch, when a sudden wave of nausea hit you, placing your mug on the end table peeling off the blanket you make a sprint for the bathroom, emptying your stomach contents in the toilet, you didn’t eat that much this morning due to being nauseous but now throwing up everything plus all the liquids was terrible, 

You groan having your arms folded on the toilet as you rested your forehead on your arms, you felt if you moved you would puke again, 

“Doll?” You hear Bucky’s voice they must’ve gotten back already 

You just groan, not fully answering due to the episode, You slightly wished you would’ve stayed hidden from Alpha humanity but your Omega brain tells you other wise as you lean into Bucky’s touch, 

“Lets get you out of here okay?” He says rubbing your back, 

You shake your head no, still feeling sick, 

“I still feel sick..” You mumble 

“Okay we can stay of a bit,” He says kneeling next to you still rubbing your back, trying to sooth you

You were finally feeling better, you slowly stood up Bucky helped you as he guided you to the bedroom, making you rest, You lay your head against his chest as you slowly fall asleep, 

Your three alphas were growing concerned at how much you were sleeping and not being able to keep anything down. 

“Maybe we should call Bruce?” Steve says 

“He did say she was gonna get hit double time because of having twins.” Tony says 

Bucky hums as he rubs your back as you are fast asleep,

Before you know it a month has gone by and you are already showing due to twins, And the three Alpha’s were over the moon because of the belly 

No one knew who’s the baby’s was. Due to having three Alpha’s and Mates but they didn’t care. 

You were currently in the kitchen while all your Alpha’s were in a meeting. They said they would be back before you knew it. But you were in kitchen making a Peanut butter frosted cake chocolate cake, 

Sure you were not one for sweets but now you were and you wanted to make something for your Alpha’s sure there was a small voice in the back of your mind telling you to run that you needed to fight, You had to fight back, But You knew the mating bonds and your Omega mind wouldn’t listen to the small voice 

You lick your fingers as you finish the icing on the cake washing all the dishes 

suddenly you have a flashback 

“You’re useless! Omega’s are nothing but tools for us Alpha’s!” Your father’s voice echoed in your mind

You grip the side of the counter feeling your anxiety build up, 

“Why did my last child have to be a Omega such a disappointment!” Your fathers voice echoed, 

You slow your breathing feeling your eyes glow, when the door slams open

You see all three Alpha’s rushing in the door way, 

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked walking towards you briskly 

“Nothing.” You say 

“I made a cake.” You smile at them hiding your anxiety forgetting they can feel your emotions, because of the mating bond. 

“Ooh cake.” Tony says 

“Tony.” Bucky growled 

They all look at you concerned 

“Sweetheart you eyes are glowing.” Bucky says 

You look away quickly trying to calm your nerves, and suddenly you were brought into a hug, 

“Deep breaths.” You hear Bucky, You do as he says, It’s been a long time that you had an anxiety attack thinking of the past, so you were having a hard time calming down. 

“Shhh.” You felt Bucky’s fingers run through your hair and you finally did calm down but you didn’t exactly know how to explain this 

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House Arrest (Dark!Joel Miller x F!Reader) — Your mom goes to attend a work conference for a couple of days, leaving you home alone with her husband.

On the Lookout (Dark!Joel Miller x F!Reader) — The excitement rolling through your veins as a new ranger in Jackson County turns into fear when you realize the true intentions of your partner.

Home Sweet Home (Dark!Joel Miller x F!Reader) — Ellie finds out about your relationship with Joel in the worst way possible.

Thicker than Water (Dark!Joel Miller x F!Reader) — You’re Tommy’s girl but Joel wants to make you his.

Rebound (Dark!Joel Miller x F!Reader) — Your night of wallowing in your misery takes a different turn when your dad’s best friend bumps into you at the bar. 

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Something There - Firefighter!Johnny x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: after a somewhat rocky start you begin to wonder whether there was something between you and Johnny

Warnings: Mention of injury! Mention of Fire emergency! Minor Angst! Fluff!

Burnin' Up Update - Firefighter!Chris x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: A little sneak peak into the future lives of our favourite emegency services couple

Warnings: none

Stay - Steve Rogers x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Apartment hunting is becoming difficult thanks to Steve's help

Warning: Minor Angst! Fluff!

Lion's Den - SoftDark!Assassin!Curtis Everett x Black!Reader

By @dc418writes

Summary: the mysterious man in the corner booth is gonna make you wish you stayed home

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS!!!, language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of adult happy fun times, allusion to reader being held against her will (so dubcon..?? Ish??? 🤷🏽‍♀️)

Not a Nobody - Steve Rogers x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Revelations occur when fake dating Steve leads you to getting captured

Warning: Kidnapping! Light Angst! Fluff! Brief Mention of Blood!

The Other Side Of The Door - Andy Barber x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Tensions boil over when Andy works late on a tough case

Warnings: Angst! Happy Ending!

Do You Remember? - Steve Rogers x Reader

By @lives-in-midgard

Summary: After Steve almost lost you during a mission he needs to tell you about his feelings for you.

Warnings: light angst, them being on a mission, let me know if I missed anything!

An Angel with a Darkside - Biker!Curtis Everett x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Curtis is a man with a dark side, a side he never showed to you... but now you really wanted it

Warning: SMUT! 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! Use of sox toys! Language! Dom!Curtis

Elementary - CEO!Ari Levinson x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Too many shots of tequila plus an insanely attractive boss equals an unforgettable night

Warning: Fluff! Alcohol Consumption! SMUT! 18 + ONLY! Minors DNI!

Bait and Switch - Mob!Curtis Everett x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: A meeting with Curtis 'The Axe' Everett takes a surprising turn

Warnings: Darkish? Mob Dynamics! Arranged Marriage! Language! Guns! Brief Mention of Blood!

A 21st Century Romance - Jake Jensen x Princess!Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: you sneak out of the party meant to find your future husband, only to find your perfect match outside

Warning: Fluff! and some more Fluff!

Triangle - Steve Rogers x Reader

by @nekoannie-chan

Summary: Steve has feelings for two people.

Warnings: Angst! Love Triangle! Fluff!

[lokislastlove]

Sweat and Sacrifice (Soft!Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: You decide to meet face to face for the first time on Christmas at a football game, and it’s not what you expected.

Warnings: Dubcon, Smut, Oral sex (female receiving), semi-public sex (kind of), improper use of buttercream frosting.

Note: This is my submission for @stargazingfangirl18 @navybrat817 @navybrat817-shares @drabblewithfrannybarnesfics Chris Evans Hoeliday Challenge! This is not what I expected to come out of my head… but football is constant in my house so it inspired me. I totally understand if it ain’t your thing, but if it is 😊 please let me know if you like it! thank you! 💖

Prompts: Steve Rogers + Event that could ‘ruin’ the holidays, but usually turns out alright + Experiencing your camcrush (online match) in the flesh + “You know what would go well with this?””what?””you”

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He must be something special. He has to be, right? It’s the only possible explanation for your situation. After five months of effortless conversation, weeks of sweat-inducing flirtations, and several late night turned early morning heart-to-hearts you finally decide to meet in person.

“It should be romantic, something grand and unforgettable as you are,” he had insisted. The gesture made you swoon, but your rational side still demanded it be somewhere public - never too careful these days.

Like a gentleman he embraced your request, mixed with a little something he loves, football. And that is how you end up here, chanting slightly altered Christmas songs that echo around the opulent stadium bathed in a sea blue and red fanatics.

“Helmets ring,

are ya listening,

on the field,

snow is glistening,

a beautiful sight,

we’re happy tonight,

walking in a Rogers Wonderland!”

The festive music makes you sway as you watch the half-naked idiots in Santa hats drunkenly bellow off key, hanging over the half wall that barely keeps them upright. The scent of hotdogs and cheap beer unsettle your stomach and the stiff plastic chairs dig into you painfully, yet you can’t deny the revelry and camaraderie is infectious.

You sit in your coveted first-row seat, right behind the home team sideline, tickets that had to have cost a fortune. The empty seat beside you the only source of anxiety in the high-spirited atmosphere. You gulp down the last of your watered down cocktail as you nervously twirl your phone in your lap.

The chat screen stays open, with no updates you reread his last message from eight minutes ago, “see you soon, I have a white rose here with your name on it!”

A smile lights up your face and you look around at the trickle of people still in the aisles searching for their seats. Finally a single man appears in your sections doorway but before you can get a proper look at him the lights darken dramatically and the roar of the crowd turns your attention to the field. The spotlights brighten the opponents tunnel across the field and a mixture of cheers and boos ring around the stadium as they welcome the visiting team.

The music pulses in your ears and the cement floor shakes as thousands of fans jump and cheer in anticipation for their home team. Smoke machines conceal the tunnels entrance in a thick fog as the announcer hypes up the crowd. The blast of the festive snow cannons announce their arrival and they emerge to a deafening symphony of guitars and applause. You clap and cheer along as they run out onto the field and gather on the sideline. You take a moment to appreciate your closeness to the action, and try not to grieve the loss of experiencing this with him like you hoped.

They look so much bigger in person, that’s the first thing you notice, even at this modest distance you are stunned by the sheer size of them. That is your last coherent thought before the world seems to still as you spot your face displayed on the giant screens around the field.

“Folks we have a special guest here tonight, let’s give her a warm holiday greeting,” the announcer booms, your name echoing around the stadium as you stare on in bewilderment.

Suddenly the entire team, in their matching blue jerseys turn away from the field and bound toward you. One by one the players make their way to you as you stare back in shock. The first holds up a rose and you lean over to take it, you have no choice but to collect the dozens of red roses as they are thrown at you.

The crowd oohs and awes at the grand show of romance and the screaming reaches a peak as the beloved quarterback, Steve Rogers, strolls over with a single white rose. A ladder is placed at the wall, not that he needs much help to reach you. You stare at him with wide eyes, painfully aware of the millions of people watching you both. He steps up until his face is level with yours and you struggle to accept his rose with the pile of others in your arms.

“Hey there, beautiful,” he smiles.

The words in your vocabulary all seem to lose their meaning as you scramble to think of something to say. All the pep talks and practiced speeches in your bathroom mirror were hardly enough to prepare you for this. Your mouth hangs open as you look at the golden haired god of a man, and you swallow nervously.

“Steve?” You let out a half laugh, this has to be a prank.

He laughs, looking down bashfully before letting out a breath and says, “I’m sorry I can’t sit with you, but my man Parker here,” he nods at the youthful man sliding in to sit next to you, “will get you anything you need and I’ll see you at half time, okay?”

You manage a nod and tense smile and he leans up to give you a lingering peck on the cheek, causing the crowd to roar in approval.

“See you soon,” he whispers before pulling away and running off to start the game.

You slump back into the chair, mind spinning as the residual stares burn into the back of your head, though thankfully the camera moves on. You feel the weight in your arms shift as the kid next to you begins gathering the flowers and handing them off to another attendant who places them in a vase. There have to be nearly fifty roses crafted into a single large arrangement until only the white rose remains across your lap.

For some reason the sight of it makes you angry. It’s not that you are opposed to large romantic gestures, but surprising you like that in front of millions during a televised Christmas game leaves a bad taste in your mouth. Maybe he just doesn’t get that because he’s used to the publicity, but you enjoy your privacy and after that little show you’re now afraid to answer your phone as it buzzes relentlessly in your lap.

“Big surprise, huh?”

You look over at the young man next to you, having completely forgotten about him. He looks amused as he brushes his curly brown locks out of his eyes.

“Uh, yeah, you could say that.”

“Yeah, Cap never does anything at half speed. He puts his whole heart into everything he does, it’s what makes him so inspiring, ya know?”

Your brows furrow, “Cap?”

“Yeah I know most football teams don’t really have a ‘team captain’,” he intones with air quotes, “but it’s what everyone calls him. We all really look up to him, he’s the heart of the whole team.”

You nod as your thoughts wander to all the little clues he had given you in your conversations. His hesitation to reveal himself too soon, all the times he claimed to have been used, unable to find someone he genuinely felt a connection with. His exhaustive work schedule and strict diet, and of course his mild obsession with football. You feel like an idiot as it all clicks into place. Does this change your feelings towards him? Most women would probably be jumping for joy at the prospect of dating a pro-athlete. Hell, you’ve fantasized about it before, the man is practically a national treasure.

So why do you feel like running out of this stadium?

Your attention drifts to the sidelines where he immediately catches your eye. His broad shoulders and narrow waste are imposing enough, but the bulky padding accentuate it to the point of intimidation. The tight pants hug every flawless curve of his shapely ass and thighs, and you imagine the ridicule you’d endure trying to stand next to that caliber of a man.

Parker claps and shouts as the offense takes the field and Steve turns to look at you over his shoulder. He winks and pulls on his helmet, his confident smirk sending a shiver down your spine as he runs out onto the field. You feel a wave of nausea flares within you and your arm curls around your stomach.

“I think I need to use the ladies room,” you mutter and stand to shuffle past Parker.

“Oh, okay,” he sputters, his eyes flicking between you and the field.

You hear Steve’s loud grunts as he calls out the plays, the clock ticking down as you rush to the exit. You hesitate in the archway as you feel the heat of Steve gaze follow you. There is a pause as you stare back and he hikes the ball at the last second, the players burst into motion and he steps back scanning the field before throwing a perfect pass. You take the chance to rush down the short tunnel and find the nearest bathroom.

You push into the first open stall and collapse against the wall, steadying your breaths as you shake off the nerves building within. You should just leave, it’s not like he has a lot of time to talk right now anyway. Maybe after the game when you’ve had time to think and there is less pressure.

“Can you believe he did that?!”

“Ugh, I know! He’s so perfect. God, what I wouldn’t do for him to do that for me.”

You freeze as you listen to the girls chattering as they enter the bathroom and linger by the mirror.

“I draw the line at murder.”

“Ha! I mean… he’d be worth it though.”

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, even though you know they are joking, you can’t help but wonder how many other fans out there who might not be. .

“Did you see her though? Ugh, he could do so much better.”

“I know! She didn’t even look happy, if that were me I’d be a swooning mess. I’d have jumped him right there in front of the entire crowd.”

“That lucky bitch.”

You cover your mouth as a sob threatens to betray your presence and you wait as they leave in a flurry of giggles. You wipe your eyes and unlock the stall, staring at yourself in the mirror. They aren’t wrong, he could do better. You sniff and push through the doors, ready to head for the parking lot and away from this Christmas nightmare.

“Feeling okay?”

You gasp as Parker’s voice makes you spin and you see him leaning against the wall, waiting for you. He stands straight and walks toward you, a polite smile plastered on his face with his hands in his pockets.

“Uh, no actually. I think I’m going to head out, but thank you for your help today,” you keep your voice casual as you inch away.

He follows and his expression shifts to panic, “you can’t! I - I mean…” he sighs, “look it’s the first assignment I’ve had beyond keeping the equipment clean. I can’t disappoint him. Please,” he implores you, his round brown eyes watering in desperation.

You groan, “he knew what he was doing when he picked you, I’ll give him that.” You sigh in defeat, “ok, Parker, you win.”

His face brightens with visible relief, “thank you,” he breathes. “We don’t have to go back out there. I’m supposed to take you to his private box right before halftime, but we can go there now if you want, he left it empty for you.”

“Yeah, okay. Thanks.”

“No problem… and you can call me Peter, if you want – or Parker, whatever you want,” he rambles nervously as he leads you to an elevator and up to a private room.

You stay quiet as you enter the swanky private suite. The warmth hits you first, a stark and welcome contrast to the bitter chill of the open auditorium seats. The pristine marble counters of the kitchenette display bottles of wine and a variety of gourmet snacks. The smell is tempting and you stare in awe at the wall of televisions before you cross the modest space to the floor-to-ceiling window looking down at the field.

“So this is how the better half lives,” you mutter in awe.

“Right,” Peter chuckles, popping a piece of cheese in his mouth. “Can I get you anything? Glass of wine? Beer? Theres a fully stocked bar just next door, I can grab you anything you want.”

You smile at his eagerness and nod, “yeah I might need another cocktail or two before halftime.”

“Ha! A little liquid courage, I gotcha,” Peter winks.

You take a shaky breath as the door closes and he leaves you in silence. This all feels like too much. You almost wish you could go back to yesterday, take away all the complications and think of Steve as a sweet nobody, just like you. Guess that’s why they say ignorance is bliss.

—

The first half goes by quick up on the expensive couch, Steve throws for three touchdowns giving his team a solid lead going into the break. You have to admit he looks good out there. The wide camera shot zooming in on him as he lifts his jersey, flashing his washboard abs as he dabs at his sweaty brow. You swallow at the thought of that man on camera, with his captivating smile and natural charisma, being the same man you revealed most of your darkest secrets to.

“Excuse me folks, I will have to pick this up after the game, right now I gotta go see about a girl,” he gives the interviewer a cheeky smile and runs off camera.

You gape at the screen, the beautiful woman interviewer grinning wide as she giggles about Steve Rogers uncharacteristic distraction. The tv goes dark and Peter clears his throat as he sets down the remote.

“Well I’ll be back for the second half, I’m just gonna - uh… give you guys some privacy. Oh and um, thanks… for staying, I mean.”

“You did good, Peter. I’ll make sure he knows that,” you smile at his goofy grin and the way he practically skips out of the room.

You pick up your drink and toss it back, the alcohol helps loosen you up, but you still pace nervously as you go over all the things you want to say to him. Do you even know what you want to say? You can’t even say with certainty how you are feeling right now. Not that it matters, as barely a minute later a quick knock announces his arrival.

He stands in the door, still as sweaty and dirtied as he was on the screen a moment ago, and the reality hits you hard once again. He has to twist his shoulders slightly due to his wide frame, though even without pads he takes up most of the doorway.

He beams as he sees you, “there’s my girl, my lucky charm.” He closes the door and walks slowly over to you, as if approaching some small skittish animal.

“Hey,” you greet quietly.

You can hear the nervousness in your own voice and try to temper your anxiety, taking in a deep breath as he nears you.

“Are you having a good time? Parker has been helpful I hope,” he inquires casually, trying to break the ice.

“Peter has been great - the only reason I’m still here, probably,” you hear how it sounds the second it slips out and you cringe at the way Steve’s expression falters. “I just mean… this is a lot to throw at me, especially like this.” You gesture around the room and out the window to the thousands of people.

He huffs and looks down, “yeah I’m sorry about that. I just figured you already know me underneath all this, so might as well just get it all out there and over with… I suppose it was a bit selfish of me.”

You nod and nibble your lip in thought, “I suppose I can understand that reasoning.”

He lets out a deep breath of relief before you can say anything else and quickly closes the distance between you, pulling you into his arms with a low satisfied groan. “I knew you’d understand. My perfect girl.”

Squirming in his sudden embrace you manage to wiggle your hands up and press against his flawlessly firm stomach. The feel of each rippled muscle has your brain skipping a beat as you try to form a sentence. “Wait, wait… I’m still not sure about this.”

His hands drop to your hips, his fingers gripping you a bit tight but not enough to protest, “what aren’t you sure about? It’s still me. I’m still just Steve. Your Steve.”

Your breath stutters at the way his voice drops at the end, managing to convey the hurt and anger you have inflicted with your reticence.

“I think I just need some time to figure out if this is something I want,” you return, looking down in shame.

There’s a long pause where all you hear is his deep breaths as they get quicker and deeper before he growls, “you don’t want me?”

You look up to meet his eye, startled at the fury in each punctuated word, “Steve, I –“

“How can you say that, when you haven’t seen everything I have to offer,” he interrupts, his hands grazing up your sides.

His suddenly lifts you off your feet, stunning you as he sets you on the edge of the counter. He reaches over to the tray of Christmas themed treats and uses his finger to collect a taste of frosting. He locks eyes with you as he slowly brings his finger to his lips, poking his tongue out just a bit before easing his finger into his mouth. His eyes flutter closed as he lets out a low grizzly moan and you feel your core heat as you watch his tongue twirl delicately around his finger.

He pulls it out with a pop and smirks at the hungry look on your face, “you know what would go great with this gingerbread buttercream frosting?”

You wet your lips and gulp, breath hitching, “what?”

He pauses, his pupils dilating. You know what he’s going to say before he says it but you still aren’t prepared for the utterly filthy way he whispers “you” in your ear.

You whimper pathetically when he drags his teeth lightly across your skin and kisses down your neck. You melt under his desperate yet delicate touches and gasp when he drops to one knee and pulls your hips to the edge. Falling back you catch yourself on the counter before you can fall off and he makes quick work of sliding your pants down your legs.

Once he has you bare from the waist down you feel him smooth his hands up your legs, tickling your inner thighs as he spreads you open wide for him. He reaches past you and collects another dollop of frosting and looks at you as he places it atop your slit. His feather light fingers barely grazing where you desperately want him to touch you.

“S-Steve, wait,” you object shakily, “what about the game?”

He licks off the traces of the frosting, before glaring up at you, “guess you’ll have to finish quick. Lucky for you, I’m great under pressure.”

Without another word he dives in, nibbling and biting at your folds before surprising you with a firm lick up your slit. He opens wide as he swallows down the frosting in one bite and swirls his tongue around your bud.

“Mmm,” he delights as your juices mix with the frosting on his tongue.

You moan at the sight of him, his tussled blond hair looks inviting and you can’t resist running your fingers through his locks. He groans in pleasure as his fever increases with your touch.

The vibrations tickle your already sensitive clit to the point he has you jerking your hips. He growls and hooks his arms around your thighs. His hard muscles pinching your soft skin as he clings to you and grinds you against his face. He slurps and shakes his head back and forth as he devours you. It’s almost overwhelming and you cry out as you feel your orgasm hitting you quick.

You writhe under the strength of his hold, your hips locked in place while your back arches and your eyes roll. You lean all the way back, your head dangling off the other side of the bar top counter and you see the arena full of people out the large window across the room. It’s unlikely anyone can see anything, but the thought has you clenching in fear around his thick tongue.

“Ah! Steve!” You scream as you come fast and loud, so unlike your usual soft sigh when you are alone.

You are vaguely aware of him standing over you as you pant heavily and your body drapes over the edge of the counter.

“You know, i hate to eat and run, but…” he smirks, wiping his face off with a silk napkin.

You sit up shakily, your hands cradling your ravished cunt. He bites his lip as he watches you look up at him submissively.

“I’ll tell Parker to give you a minute,” he chuckles, smoothing back his hair so he can kiss your forehead. He heads for the door, gripping the knob as he hesitates and turns back to look at you over his shoulder, “I have big plans for us, honey. Be ready to go when I win.”

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[cryptidcasanova]

- Bucky Barnes -

My Devotion

Mob!Bucky x Reader. The one where Bucky doesn’t take your breakup well.  Bucky tries to have his cake and eat it too. It’s a lot of terrible mobster activity and behavior, but with a happy ending.

Lover Boy

Mob!Bucky x Reader. It’s the Bridgerton carriage scene, but make it mob!Bucky.

R U Mine?

Mob!Bucky x Reader. You made the mistake of falling for the mysterious stranger you met in New York. Unfortunately for you, you never asked about his line of work.

Strange Magic

Fae!Bucky x Reader.  The cottage has been in your family for many years, but your return has caught the interest of more than just the wildlife.

Soldier, My Soldier (3 part Short Story)

The Winter Soldier x Reader.  The Winter Soldier was a story, a folk tale to keep children in their beds and instill fear in the hearts of men. But some stories are meant to be locked away and forgotten.

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Heathens

Demon!Biker Bucky x Reader. There’s something deliciously sinister about the man you met at the bar.

Pinot Noir 

Detective!Bucky x Reader. SoftDark!Bucky. Detective Barnes takes on a case involving a missing fiancé, and lucky for him, he knows right where to find her.

Make Me Think Twice

The Winter Soldier x Reader.  An assignment goes awry in the middle of a thunderstorm. The Winter Soldier is struck by lightning, effectively wiping his training. A brush of amnesia should do the trick to keep the target safe.

Imagine meeting Bucky Barnes. Imagine being hunted by the Winter Soldier.

- Billy Russo - 

The Long Con

SoftDark!Billy x Reader.  Billy’s story is one of rags to riches, and unfortunately for you your story was one of riches to rags. When childhood love finds it’s way back to you, it’s more than coincidence.

Racing Through Red Lights

Nomad!Billy x Reader.  Billy is on the run and homeland is right behind him. Frank is behind him. But even after all the damage he’s caused, he can’t seem to manage to cut all of his ties. Billy needs his best girl by his side.

Imagine being on the run from Billy. Imagine using Billy’s tactical gear to your advantage.

- Loki Laufeyson -

Stolen Relics

Jotun!Loki x Reader. Maybe you should have left the foreign relic where you found it. But then again, glorious purpose awaits.

- Peter Parker - TASM

Behind The Curtain

Villain!Peter x Reader. Peter was slow to admit it, but after Gwen’s death he stopped pulling his punches. He sought out vengeance at every turn and no robber, mobster, or off-brand ne’erdowell was left in peace. He embraced, no, incited the violence. The friendly neighborhood spider man was a vigilante. This is Peter Parker’s villain origin story.

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- Thor Odinson - 

Only Human

Vampire!Thor x Reader. Thor has insatiable needs, and when you both ditch one of Tony’s parties, he uses his skills to his advantage.

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[egcdeath]

second chances

pairing: softdark!steve rogers x reader 

summary: you wake up on the side of the road with no memories, no possessions, and no place to go. luckily, an attractive stranger arrives just in time to help you out. 

word count: 4.6k

warnings: there are some soft moments, but this is ultimately a dark fic!!! alluding to kidnapping, deceit, mention of knife, drugging, abuse (mostly mental/emotional, but implied physical), amnesia, brief alcohol mention, nightmares, mention of bodily harm, bed sharing **if i’m missing any warnings, let me know

author’s note: this is my first dark fic without a dark reader, so please be nice! it took me nearly a whole month to get it where i want it to be (i’m a slow writer, i know) but i’m actually pretty proud of this. 

you can find my masterlist and taglist here

After what seemed like years of waiting, the opportunity finally lent itself, a small pocket knife sat right in your peripheral view. A dangerous mixture of adrenaline and impulse filled you, not even granting you the time to think before you were clumsily extending your arm, and wielding the knife. 

The blade popped out, and you held it with a shaky hand in front of your captor.

“Really?” he scoffed, “you’re gonna kill me.”

There was no attempt on his part to stop you, in fact, he smiled and leaned back slightly.

Your whole body trembled at this point, you could barely form words, let alone move. But this was your chance.

“So do it, Y/N. Kill me,” his voice steadily rose as he approached you, long legs making their way across the room.

Before you knew it, he was standing in front of you, hand approaching your own. He wrapped it around your wrist and gripped down on you like a snake, causing you to emit a tiny yelp.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked, voice steady as your hands trembled around the grip.

“Exactly. You’re still as fucking pathetic as you were the day I met you,” a slap stung your left cheek, a mark that was sure to be there for the days following. 

The knife clattered as it hit the linoleum floor, and you followed its path, crumbling on the floor and breaking into tear-less sobs. 

“Remember this moment, sweetheart. You’ll never get a chance like this again,” he swooped up the knife before walking away from you, leaving a broken woman in his wake.

——

You went from experiencing nothing to everything all at once. Your brain seemed to be attempting to escape your head as it pressed against your eyes, and you struggled to open them, lashes feeling like they were glued together. Rain poured down on your head, and you concluded that it had been pouring on you for a while, as you were completely soaked to the bone. 

As you looked at yourself and your body, a curled up and bruised mess on the side of the road, you couldn’t help but wonder what exactly happened to you, or at all. You weren’t even sure that you had memories apart from the ones that were processing in that exact moment. It was as if you’d exited the womb for a second time, clueless to where you were, who you are, or how you got there. 

You shivered as you pulled yourself to your feet, weak ankles shaking in glittery heels and body trembling in a half-torn dress. Wherever you came from couldn’t have been good.

You slipped off the shoes and held them in your hands as you walked down the side of the deserted road, bare feet sloshing in mud as you did so. You didn’t have an idea where you were, or where the nearest sign of life was. You were tempted to walk on the soaked, petrichor scented road, but you knew that that wasn’t your best idea.

You truly had no good options. Nothing to do. Nowhere to go. No one to save you. You wanted to collapse back onto the ground, give into your screaming body that was becoming more and more tired by the moment. Hot tears began to slip down your face, contrasting the cold of the raindrops falling onto your body. 

All hope was lost, you’d die any time now, and that would just be it. You looked up at the overcast sky and screamed at it, mentally begging for someone, anyone, to help. That you’d forever be grateful to god, or the universe, or whatever it was that was out there that put you in the situation you were in. 

You screamed and sobbed until your throat was raw, and you weren’t sure you’d be able to produce any more sound, sitting down onto the damp ground and wishing for your inevitable death to be a swift and painless one. 

Yet, your pity party was crashed just moments later by a beaming red light and the soft hum of a motor coming down the road. This was your one chance. Who knew when the next time you’d see a sign of human life was?

You jumped to your feet and waved your hands like a madwoman, trying to catch the attention of the male behind the driver's seat. He began to come to a stop, pulling over a bit to see you better.

His face was angelic, a strong jaw and soft eyes that looked like they had seen more than the average person. When he spoke, you felt heaven become drowsy with harmony. Or maybe you were just really tired. Regardless, your pleas to a higher power had proved fruitful, as your knight and shining armor had just pulled up beside you to save the day.

He rolled a window down, and you got closer to the door.

“Need a ride, ma’am?” he called.

You simply nodded and approached the vehicle, opening the door hesitantly. You sat down on the seat, and jumped a bit when you felt heat radiating onto the back of your thighs.

“I’m Steve. You?” 

You chuckled awkwardly, “that’s a great question that I wish I could answer. It’s actually kind of a long story. Well, I assume it’s long since I can’t remember any of it. But maybe I will later. Nice to meet you anyway, Steve.”

He nodded understandingly, completely unfazed by your lack of name. Maybe he had prior experience with hitchhikers, as he was approaching this situation with a nearly suspicious calmness. “Well… where’re you heading?” the man asked, looking over at you.

“I, uh, I have no idea,” you said raspily, throat still sore from your previous screaming.

The blonde’s lip quirked at this, as if he were holding back a much bigger smile, “that’s fine. I’m heading a few towns away, but I was thinking of stopping and getting some breakfast. You interested in that?”

You shrugged, becoming slightly uncomfortable in the quickly dampening seat. Steve glanced over at you after putting the car in drive, and noticed your discomfort from your prior stay in the rain.

“We can stop by a bathroom first. I’ve got some extra clothes with me in the back,” he suggested. You nodded quietly, looking at the vast, and empty road ahead. 

----

You sat in a diner booth dressed in a thick jacket and comfortable sweatpants that oddly enough, seemed to be exactly your size. Steve approached the table with an extra plate of fries, and set it gently in front of you. 

“So you don’t remember anything?” he asked, stealing a fry before sitting down across from you. 

You shook your head, bringing a salty fry to your mouth, “I swear I just woke up there. No memories, no nothing, no place to go. I mean, I was gonna die out there if you didn’t get me.”

Steve scoffed a bit at this, “that’s not true. I’m sure someone would’ve helped eventually.”

“Maybe. But I’m glad that it was you,” you looked up at him, and the fondness he was looking at you with was nearly suffocating. 

Steve paused for a moment, mulling over his next words as if he was looking for the exact right thing to say.

“Would you like to stay with me? I mean, I know we just met each other, but I just have this feeling. Like I was meant to find you. Besides, it doesn’t seem like you have anywhere else to go.”

“I have to go to the bathroom,” you excused after a moment, popping out of the both and heading towards the ladies room.

You handled your business, and stared at yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands. Makeup ran down your face, and it almost appeared that you were melting. Who would pick someone up in such a state? You had to question this Steve guy’s character a little bit. You couldn’t remember the exact phrase, but it couldn’t be smart to get into a car with a stranger. Especially a stranger offering to take you to some secret location with them. After all, he could be a murderer, a kidnapper, or a rapist. You would be none the wiser.

But he fed you, clothed you, and offered you a form of shelter. He couldn’t be too ill intentioned if he was willing to go out of his way to help, right? Maybe he just wanted to keep you off the streets, and that was why he was willing to take you to wherever it was that he was going.

Your stomach turned the longer you watched yourself, the longer you thought. Perhaps your intuition found that something was off. But who even knew if you could trust your intuition, after all, you were basically a day old, and you didn’t seem to have any other option.

——

You ended up going back out into the diner and accepting Steve’s offer. You didn’t really have much of a choice, and he wasn’t exactly a bad one. 

Steve was quiet for the majority of your trip, only speaking when he noticed that you’d moved your sights from the window over to him. He didn’t seem to be a fan of the way you were studying him, but for some reason your eyes kept finding him.

Hours had passed in the day, and night was quickly approaching. You dozed as you watched the starry night from the passenger window. Your eyes were becoming heavier by the moment, hours worth of watching flat landscape, combined with the complexity of your day finally catching up to you.   

——

Cold. You felt cold. The floor was cold. The blood running through your veins was cold. Your brain was cold and freezing, hindering you from properly processing what was going on in front of you. 

A searing pain rolled through your body as you tumbled down the stairs, back into a room that was suffocatingly familiar.

“I should’ve never allowed you to leave. Ungrateful,” a faceless man followed you down the stairs and hovered over your now battered body. “I give you a home and you complain. I take care of you, giving you almost anything you could ever ask for. You complain. Do you know how many people would kill to be in your position? With someone like me taking care of them?” 

“You told me you loved me, you goddamn liar. I let you come upstairs, and you try to fucking kill me. I should kill you,” he seethed, leaning down over you.

But I won’t.

The words were unspoken, but familiar. A threat uttered to you before, usually followed with an ‘I’ll make your life a living hell instead.’

You were unable to speak, as if someone had ripped out your vocal cords. Suddenly the faceless man was reaching down and holding the bloody organs in his hands. Your blood ran cold once again. 

“You can’t even fathom the hell I want to release on you right now,” he continued, chest puffing out with exaggerated, angered breaths. “But I’ll be the bigger man. Because I love you,” he dropped the cords on the ground beside you, and your eyes flicked over to the mutilated part of yourself. “Y/N, I need you to prove to me that you love me.”

You wanted to beg, to plead and tell the man whatever he needed to hear in order to release you, but you were completely powerless. 

The man hoisted you up with ease, and you soundlessly whimpered. He carried you into a small, plain room and set you on the flat, stiff mattress on the floor. 

“Come on, Sweetheart. You know I’m doing this for us.” 

The faceless man kissed your forehead, and the feeling of dread overtook you.

——

You awoke with a gasp, clawing at your own neck to make sure that your vocal cords were still intact.

“You alright?” Steve asked, glancing over at you. “Should I pull over?”

“No, I’ll be fine,”  you whispered.

“Take some deep breaths for me, okay?” he advised, setting a reassuring hand on top of yours. “We’ll be at the hotel any minute now.”

——

Your nerves were absolutely fried by the nightmare. Your hands shook like leaves in the wind while you stood next to Steve as he checked you into your hotel room.

“How’re you doing?” he asked in the elevator, setting his large hand on top of yours once again. The gesture was calming, even if you felt a slight undermining feeling of something unsettling.

“A little better. I probably just need to lay down somewhere comfortable.”

Steve nodded and squeezed your hand, “you’ve had a long day. You have first dibs on the shower. Maybe it’ll help you relax.” 

The smile that Steve was giving you was comforting. You felt glad that he was the person to have picked you up.

The elevator made a little ding noise before the doors opened, and he guided you to your room. 

You made a beeline to the shower, not even taking the time to be impressed with the size of the hotel room, the amenities, or the quality of it. You just wanted to shed your clothes and find at least a moment of peace. 

You exited the bathroom after about a half an hour, and walked out into the suite in just a towel. 

“Can I borrow some more clothes?” you glanced over at Steve, who was openly checking you out from the comfort of the bed.

Wait, the bed.

There were way too many things going on for you to be focused on the fact that there was just one bed. Maybe Steve would offer to sleep on the sofa.

“Yeah, that’s fine. My teammate left some clothes in that smaller blue suitcase. It’ll probably fit,” Steve paused for a few moments as you found the aforementioned suitcase and looked for something comfortable that you could actually sleep in.

“Who did that to you?” he asked, gesturing at your bruised legs.

“I don’t… I don’t know. It’s all so blurry,” you sighed, settling on a fresh pair of sweatpants and a thin t-shirt. “I’ll be right back.”

You changed quickly in the residually steamy bathroom, and sat down at the foot of the bed. 

“Do we need to have a fistfight over who gets to sleep in the bed?” Steve joked and you shook your head.

“I can sleep on the sofa, if you want.”

“No way. You deserve something comfortable,” he got out of bed, and approached the bathroom to take his own shower. “Get nice and cozy, friend. You deserve it.”

He disappeared into the bathroom, and you moved up to the top of the bed, slipping under the covers and sighing aloud from relief. Your body was finally having a chance to relax, and the hotel bed was surprisingly comfortable. 

By the time Steve returned from the shower, you were already half asleep, and very unaware of your surroundings.

As you fell out of consciousness, you had blurry visions of confinement, punishments, and pain. You once again woke up with a gasp, but this time Steve was standing over you. 

“Deep breaths, okay? I saw you thrashing and mumbling something to yourself. I think you were having a bad dream.”

You nodded and panted, trying to catch your breath and slow down your hummingbird heart rate. 

“You’re safe, I promise.”

“Can you stay with me?” you stammered out.

“Yeah, of course,” Steve got into bed beside you, and rubbed your back as you curled into a fetal position, “just try to relax, okay? There isn’t anything to fear when I’m here with you.”

You nodded, clutching onto Steve’s genuine tone. Something about him just made you feel… safe, despite the possible red flags around him. 

After Steve got into bed with you, you were finally able to fall into a dreamless and peaceful sleep. 

——

You woke up to an empty and cold bed. You blinked a few times and looked around the room, eyes stopping on Steve as he watched you from the couch, eyes quickly flipping between yourself and the book in his hands in an effort to cover up his staring. 

The whole ordeal made you feel slightly off, but the realization that you were essentially mooching off a stranger felt worse. 

You hopped out of bed and anxiously paced towards the bathroom. “Shit, Steve,” you muttered. “I shouldn’t be taking advantage of you like this. I should probably leave.”

“Where else do you have to go?” Steve almost defensively questioned, frown deep on his face.

You took a deep sigh and shrugged, “I… don’t know. I’ll figure it out.”

“You don’t have to go,” he began, sounding unsure in his words, “stay. With me,” he stood up and walked over to you, grabbing the back of your arm softly. “You’re not taking advantage of me. If anything, you’re helping me. I get pretty lonely on these kinds of missions, so please, stay with me.”

You turned to look at Steve, the deep creases in his face at the thought of losing you. With just a glance, you knew that you couldn’t leave. 

——

The next few days of your life had proved your theory. It was almost alarming how quickly Steve became your anchor in the midst of a new, overwhelming world. 

The first thing that he did for you was tell you what your name was. As confused as you were to how exactly he figured it out, (he told you that he knew some weird tech guy. You were prepared to go with anything), you were grateful that Steve was able to help you out a piece of your old life back together.

He was oddly patient with you as you learned more and more about your surroundings. You were most impressed by the grocery store, and may or may not have spent hours inside of that food palace, spending much more of Steve’s money than was socially acceptable. 

For the next few months, you stayed at a safe house with Steve, spending the majority of your time looking down at your reflection in the lake in the backyard, wondering if your memories could ever come back.

You’d grown closer with Steve in that time as well, he was really the only person that you’d gotten close with since you’d lost your memories. Now that you were thinking about it, you hadn’t said more than three sentences to anyone else. By that measurement, your next closest friend was a gas station cashier.

In fact, you’d started dating Steve. Granted, you couldn’t completely wrap your mind around it all, despite the hours of rom-coms you’d watched while Steve was gone on missions. You just knew that you cared a lot about Steve. When he was around you, your heart fluttered. He was the only person you truly felt comfortable with. He protected you time after time, and voiced to you just how much he adored you. 

It made you feel wanted, to know that despite all of the confusion, you still had a place in this world, even if the place was just Steve Rogers’ heart. 

——

Steve arrived at the safe house late at night after nearly a week of being off on another mission. The bed creaked as he got into bed with you, and pressed up against your sleeping form. 

“Steve, sometimes I have these really awful dreams. Mostly when you’re not with me,” you began out of the blue as his arms snaked around you. “It’s always this faceless man just… abusing me. And I can’t even do anything about it because I’m too weak. And I can’t say anything because he stole my vocal cords. It sounds so silly, because it’s all just a dream, but it all feels so real. I just... I need you to promise me that you’ll protect me no matter what. Especially against him.”

“Of course,” he whispered against the back of your head, “I promise that I’ll protect you from him. He’ll never even get the chance to let the thought cross his mind.” 

“I love you, Steve,” you mumbled sleepily, “please never leave me again.”

He’d been waiting to hear those words.

——

Your fingers wrapped around a warm mug while Steve put the finishing touches on your breakfast. He’d decided to go all out that morning, with an impressive spread of food that would put most buffets to shame. For a moment, you questioned if you’d forgotten about some important holiday, or an anniversary.

Steve set a plate down in front of you, then pressed a soft peck to your forehead, “enjoy, sweetheart.”

You grinned softly down at the food, and at the affection, “what’s got you in such a good mood?”

“Just relieved to be back. I don’t like being away from you for too long,” he settled into the seat across from you, and took a sip of his own coffee.

“Mm, you sure? You’re not always this chipper post mission.”

Steve chuckled and shook his head just the slightest bit, “alright. You got me. I wanted to save it as a surprise, but I hate keeping secrets from you,” Steve paused.

“So… what’s the secret?” you pressed, bringing a forkful of food up to your mouth.

“I’m retiring.”

Your eyes widened as you heard the news, and you nearly choked, “are you really?”

Steve simply nodded, “I’m ready for the next chapter of my life with you.”

Your heart fluttered at the sweetness of his gesture, and the slightest hint of nerves. Why was Steve so willing to give up his entire livelihood for someone he knew for less than a year?

You felt bad for questioning his motives, considering that Steve had been nothing but good to you in the time that you knew him. If it wasn’t for him, you probably wouldn’t even be alive. He had proved himself to be an amazing, loving man, who had bent over backwards to keep you safe and comfortable. He trusted you, and it was time for you to do the same.

“I’ve been plotting this for a while, to be honest. You might think this is a little fast, but I even have a permanent place for us to stay.”

You couldn’t find it in you to be skeptical for much longer, your feelings of adoration for Steve overruling your hesitance to jump into something like that with him. 

You smiled softly as Steve spoke, getting up and pacing over to where he was seated so you could give him a hug, “I.. yes, that’s fast, but it’s also kinda amazing,” you sighed softly, burying your face into the crook of his neck. “When are we leaving?”

“Tonight, if that’s alright with you. I was thinking that we could spend the day packing up and… celebrating,” he winked down at you, and you looked up to shake your head fondly. 

“That sounds like a plan,” you gazed at him with adoration, and leaned up to press a soft peck to his lips that was lovingly reciprocated. 

——

Music pounded against your eardrums as you ground against a handsome stranger, one you couldn’t see, but instinctively knew. The smell of sweat, liquor, and sex filled your nose, the rancid combination oddly comforting in a retrospective moment. 

“We’re leaving!” A voice you hadn’t heard in what felt like years informed you. Your face broke into a wide grin when you heard her voice. “But it doesn’t look like you care!” she jeered. “Good luck!” your friend laughed, disappearing in the sea of people. 

“You’re coming home with me, right?” he asked, a hot breath against your cheek. 

You nodded. The words refused to come out. 

“Good,” he confirmed, pressing a kiss to your neck.

Out of the blue, you weren’t in the club, but in the small basement room from before, staring at nothing in particular while sat at the edge of your vanity’s seat.

“I’ve tried everything with you,” he commented, leaning against the doorway casually. You felt the need to apologize, to tell your captor that you didn’t mean to do what you did, that you loved him. Plead for him not to punish you. “After months of submission, I thought that we were finally getting somewhere. Why’d you have to throw it all away?” 

Glancing up at the vanity, a woman with sunken eyes, a pained expression, and fading bruises looked back at you, just long enough for you to briefly become that messy, drunken woman at the club once again. 

“I’ve tried everything with you. The easy way clearly didn’t work,” he continued, “you leave me with no other options, my love,” the man sighed, sitting down next to you casually. “I want you to know that I’m doing this for us. You know that nothing good ever comes easy, right?”

The syringe went into your arm like a hot knife through butter, and your muscles clenched as fire filled your body. You went to scream, but your throat was still out of commission. As you went down, your vision and thoughts began to blur before you couldn’t decipher one thing or another. The final noise you could make out was the distortedly slow rendition of It’s Been a Long, Long Time on the record player.

In an out-of-body moment, you watched as the man pulled your relaxed body down to the floor, cautiously pulling the clothes off of you and making you cringe internally at the sight of yourself in such a state. He left your body alone for a moment as he looked through the negligible amount of clothing in your closet, grabbing the same dress from the night at the club and pulling it on your limp figure.

It was torn and messy, not unlike the state it was in when you found yourself conscious. The faceless man muttered something unintelligible to himself before hoisting you up bridal style and taking your body out to the car. 

You watched in terror as this all played out, your slack face looking disturbingly at peace compared to how you’d appeared before. In fact, even in your ghastly state, you felt at peace. 

That peace quickly came to an end as you watched yourself get ditched on the side of the road, and as your body slowly began to twitch back to consciousness, your dream began to fade away.

——

You dragged your suitcase up through the garage, grateful to be at your final destination with the man you’d fallen in love with. You hoped that after moving in, the dreams might finally stop. After all, your dream in the car felt somewhat final. You were trying your best to be as positive as you could manage in such a strange situation, and from the outside, you had to admit that the house was gorgeous.

Stepping inside felt like the worst case of deja vu you’d ever experienced, as if your memories were repairing themself with every millisecond you were in the home, gazing at furniture you hadn’t seen in months, and smelling faint scents that you’d forgotten existed. Feature by feature, the puzzle pieces of the faceless man came together.

The longer you observed, the worse the feeling became. Waves of grief, fear, and pain were rolling over you again and again until you were completely drowning on it. The realization hit you with a ton of bricks: this was the house from your dreams.

Steve came up behind you, snapping you out of your panicked trance. He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and squeezed you close to him.

“Ready for the first day of the rest of your life?”

[christowhore]

Afternoon Delight

pairing: softdark!steve rogers, sam wilson, bucky barnes x naive!innocent!reader

summary: you're steve's live-in housekeeper and find your boss and his friends having a bbq on a heatwave stricken afternoon. they invite you to join them and show you all the pleasurable ways to cool down from the sun. (modern au)

word count: 4.9k

warnings: smut, age gap (19 v. 35+), innocence kink, corruption kink, food play, sir kink, daddy kink, oral fixation, groping, spanking, slight intimidation, fingering, dry humping, male masturbation, praise kink, pet names, exhibitionism, predatory behavior !!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!!

notes: so this is for @boxofbonesfic Hot Girl Summer writing challenge ! i fell in love with this challenge and got a little carried away with the prompts. i hope you enjoy ! 💗

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prompt: heatwave #6

quotes: “It’s too hot to even think about—” “You don’t have to think, sweetness.” #7 // “I can think of better ways to cool off, sweetheart.” #4

The thin material of your white tee clung to your damp body like a second skin. It was a record breaking heatwave in the suburbs of New York, and even though you were inside, basking in the cool A/C, you couldn’t escape the blistering temperature.

Working as a housekeeper for Steve Rogers was a dream come true. You never thought you were going to receive the job, due to your lack of experience, but you submitted your resume anyway. Sure enough, a week later you got a phone call from the man himself, letting you know that you were selected.

The pay was a great perk of the job, but you really did enjoy the friendship you got from the man.

He knew all about your upbringing; how your parents had severely sheltered you from the world, forbidding any form of human interaction with anyone besides them, ordering you to follow the rules of the adults and no one else’s.

But when you were 18, your parents were killed in a tragic car accident. The unfortunate event thrusted you into the real world, and not the restricted version you were so used to.

That was a year ago, a few months before you got the gig, and you were living your best life. You had your own room on the top level of your boss’ mansion-sized home, a wonderful job, and a great friend.

Steve had taken care of you ever since he hired you. Reading your resume and skimming through the background check he requested on you, he felt saddened by your unfortunate circumstances. But when he saw your face, his sorrow turned into lust.

He was taken back by your beauty, your animated doe-like eyes were his favorite. Sometimes he swore the way you looked at him was as if he had hung the moon and stars himself every night.

In the beginning, he kept it professional. Only addressing you as your name and kept his physical contact to a minimum. But then one afternoon, after an eventful meal with you, he felt his composure waning.

You were setting the table for dinner, two plates full of food since he always requested that you eat alongside him.

Steve had just gotten back from his business trip from Germany, bringing back some edible gifts for you. You made some sausage pasta for dinner for you and Steve to consume.

Dinner began as normal, the two of you silently enjoying your own meal.

Most evenings, Steve would be half focused on his work, fork in one hand, cell phone in the other. It wasn’t until he looked in his peripheral vision that he halted his actions.

Your utensil was plunged into the bratwurst, the curved end of it pointing up. The sausage was brought to your lips and all he could take notice of was how your lips wrapped around the thick meat, imagining it was his cock instead.

He watched as you took in more of it, your hunger evident as you were about to take the big bite before you noticed your boss’ gaze.

Removing the sausage from your mouth, he watched as a string of your spit clung to it as it left your wet orifice. “Is everything okay Mr. Rogers?”

The combination of your politeness and unconscious lewd actions made his dick stir in his slacks.

“Nothing, (Y/N). Just wanted to see how much of that you could take in your mouth,” he playfully teased, not thinking too much about his words.

Without any hesitation, you brought the sausage back to your lips, and began to push it deep into your throat.

Steve felt his eyes bulge, he was scared that they would fall out.

Removing the pierced fork, you pushed the meat into the recess of your mouth. Once it hit the back of your throat, you sputtered, drool sliding out the sides of your mouth.

“Wowy with muh,” you tried to speak, your sentence coming out muffled due to the intrusion.

You locked eyes with the man, and he could’ve sworn he was on the verge of painting his pants.

Taking the meat out of your mouth, you set it back onto your plate, an innocent smile taking its place. “Sorry sir, I was saying that I could only take that much.”

Steve didn’t know how to react to your act. Were you desperately trying to seduce him that you’d deepthroat a hot dog right there at the dinner table?

“W-why, um- sweetheart why did you do that?”

“You wanted to see how much I could fit in my mouth. Did you not want me to do that?” Panic filled your being, scared that you dissatisfied your boss.

He was frozen in place; staring at you, his mouth agape, as he tried to take in the moment. He knew how you were raised by your overbearing parents and how they sheltered you from the world. But he didn’t think you were that sheltered.

“No- yes! It’s fine, (Y/N). I just wasn’t expecting you to exactly listen and oblige to that comment.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the blonde, “But, my daddy always said to listen to adults and do whatever they say.”

Steve had to quickly cover up his groan with a cough due to the way the word 'Daddy' left your lips. “Is that so?”

“Yes sir, he said that the adults were always right, no matter what,” you explained.

He watched and waited for there to be a punchline, a bout of laughter, something to confirm that you were just joking, but it never came. You were serious and it made him realize just how innocent you were.

From that day on, his professionalism flew out the window.

He would touch you more, starting with the small of your back, gradually working his way to stroking along your body any time he got the chance.

Whenever he was home, which he made more time for, he would have you sit near him or even on him. He would tell you that it was normal for an employee to sit on their boss like that. How it was normal for you to press your ass onto his crotch, grinding down on his hard on.

You were also instructed to address him differently. Your usual ‘Mr. Rogers’ was replaced with only ‘Sir’ and ‘Daddy’. The latter a trickier one to get you used to, but after much convincing, and some guilt-tripping, Steve made you realize it was the proper thing for you to do.

He even convinced you to change your attire. Your normal dress of jeans and long sleeves turned into skirts, daisy dukes and tight white shirts. You never wore a bra after he convinced you that it would be better for your work ethic if you forgo them all together; so that’s what you did.

But what Steve loved doing the most was watching your mouth. He made an effort to buy more phallic shaped foods; bananas, sausages, carrots. Everytime you’d consume the item, he’d order you to take it deep into your mouth into the back of your throat, slowly knocking down the walls of your gag reflex.

The sounds of your gagging would have him stroking his shaft through his pants, desperately trying to quell his desires.

You would do it every time, without fail, making sure to lock eyes with him just how he ordered you to. You didn’t even second guess his requests, just doing as he told in order to keep him happy.

He knew corrupting an innocent thing like you was wrong. But if he didn’t keep you in the clutches of his grasp, then someone else in the world would do it and he couldn’t possibly live with himself if someone out there took advantage of his sweet, sweet girl.

After wiping off your sweat soaked forehead, you quickly made your way out of your room and down to the kitchen in search of a cool drink.

Opening up the fridge, you picked up the pitcher of ice water and poured yourself a glass when you took notice of your boss and his friends in the backyard.

You watched as the sun reflected off their bare skin, their sweaty torsos beaming in the light. Their short swim trunks previewed patches of hair leading into their pants across the three. The sight made tingles shoot back down to your core.

It was no secret that Steve was attractive. You knew it, your neighbors knew it, everyone did. But you knew what you were feeling was wrong.

Though you couldn’t help the way your panties would become soaked whenever you were around him. The way he looked at you continuously had you in a frenzy.

It wasn’t helping that his two best friends, Sam and Bucky, were just as attractive.

You found out in the beginning of your employment that the trio worked at Stark Industries, a tech company based in the city. Steve and Bucky grew up together and met Sam along the way, making them inseparable ever since.

You only had brief conversations with the two gentlemen, but they shared the same intense look in their eyes that matched Steve’s so you knew that they were just as friendly.

Steve had noticed you in the kitchen and waved, desperate to get your attention so he could get his plan in motion.

“You sure she’s actually going to fall for it?” Sam questioned, not too believing in the blonde's plan.

“Trust me,” Steve eased the pair, “I could tell her to clean my shoes with her tongue and she’d do it without question. It’ll work.”

“It better work,” Bucky muttered, his cock aching at the thought of his best friend's scheme as he sat back on his lounge chair.

Setting the pitcher back in the fridge, you made your way out the sliding doors and out to the three gentlemen. “Hello daddy, how can I help you?”

A deep groan left the men, a sound you had grown accustomed to as it constantly left your boss’ lips.

“Hi sweetheart, how are you feeling?”

Using your hand to fan yourself, you responded, “A little hot, the sun really is coming down huh?”

You were so preoccupied with trying to cool yourself down that you didn’t notice the looks of carnal hunger in the men’s eyes. The three looked like animals stalking their prey, desperate to take you apart and tear you to pieces. The sight of your nipples poking through your white tee had them licking their lips.

“Why don’t you take a dip into the pool?” Sam offered, his voice deep and seductive, “It’ll help you cool down.”

“Oh, I don’t have a swimsuit. I seemed to have lost all of them,” sadness evident in your tone, “Plus I can’t bother you all in your private time.”

“Nonsense (Y/N), you can never bother us. And besides, we got you a swimsuit earlier since we knew how hot it was going to be.” Bucky beamed at you with a devious smile. “What do you think?”

You looked back and forth between the three men, “It’s too hot to even think about-”

“You don’t have to think, sweetness,” interjected Steve, “Just run along and change into your suit, it’s in your room on your bed.”

Not wanting to keep your boss waiting, you turned around and made your way towards your room.

Once you were out of sight, a sinister chuckle left the blonde's mouth, “What did I tell you? Pretty little thing is wrapped around my finger.”

Sam shook his head in disbelief as he redirected his attention back to the grill and Bucky sipped on his beer, rearranging his hardon in his swim trunks.

Upstairs, you stood in front of your bed eyeing the tote sized bag with the words Agent Provocateur printed on the side. Reaching in and grasping the box, you opened it which unveiled a thin, strappy red bikini.

The triangle cups were small and decorated with gold rings littered throughout the fabric. The matching bikini thong had the same design and tied at the sides. You were a little self conscious of the flimsy material, but you weren’t going to turn down the well thought gift and be rude.

Taking a quick rinse and applying sunscreen, you put on the swimwear. It was then that you realized that they had accidentally gotten you the wrong size. The material molded to your body, the suit appearing to be painted on your figure.

The tightness made your breasts pop and appear much fuller. The crotch of your bikini briefs clung to your mound, outlining your lower lips through the fabric. It left nothing to the imagination, just like they had planned.

You put back on your tshirt and jean shorts, making your way back downstairs to your awaiting party.

The sight of you, all covered up, made Steve tisk with disappointment. “I thought we said to wear the bikini, (Y/N).”

“I’m sorry sir, it’s just- it’s very small on me,” you spluttered, not liking the disappointment you heard in his voice.

It was Sam who spoke up next, “That’s the whole point of bikinis baby, and besides I know you’d look absolutely beautiful in whatever.”

The compliment made your face heat up, but was quickly cooled once you looked into your boss’ eyes.

“Unless you think you know better than us,” he dared.

Your head shook back and forth like a frenzied bobble head at his remark, “No! No sir, I’m sorry. I’ll go and get changed out of it now.”

You were beginning to turn back into the house when Bucky’s booming voice halted your actions. “No. Take them off right here.”

Turning back to face the men, you grasped both ends of your shirt and peeled it off your body. They watched as your boobs bounced due to your actions.

Steve saw as you popped the bottom of your jeans, “Turn around. Take them off, slowly.”

Following his command, you faced the house. You could make out your reflection in the glass doors but couldn’t see how desire had filled the eyes of the three men behind you.

They watched as the denim material made its way over the curve of your ass and down your thighs, unveiling your red thong. Bending your knees a tad, you brought the shorts down the rest of your body until they were completely removed.

Once the three saw your cloth molded mound and supple ass, they felt their cocks strain against their briefs, tenting the mesh fabric.

You set the clothing down on the lounge chair next to you before looking up at Steve. “Is this okay sir?”

All the man could do was nod. Perverse thoughts flooded his mind about all the vile things he wanted to act out upon you, but he knew it would scare you off, so he had to start off slow. Which brings him to today.

“Perfect as always, (Y/N). How about swimming around the pool a bit to cool yourself off, yeah?”

He watched as you slowly made your way into the water, testing out the feel of sudden temperature change, before fully plunging yourself in.

Steve, Sam, and Bucky all watched your body become one with the water. The way the sun hit your body, illuminating the water droplets that clung to you had them practically drooling.

You absentmindedly played in the pool, occasionally dunking your head under; soaking your body from head to toe.

Sam tried his best to maintain the grill to not burn the food, but he couldn’t take his eyes off your delectable figure. He wanted to pull down the grill top, and bend you over it. He thought about smacking your ass and watching the muscles jiggle due to his assault.

Bucky was not-so-subtly stroking himself in his board shorts. Everytime you’d bob out of the water, causing your breasts to jiggle in its tight confines, he would grip his cock even harder. The sight aided his thoughts of fucking your tits and exploding his seed all over your innocent face.

As for Steve, all he could think about was the height difference between the two of you. Whenever you would catch his intense eyes, you would smile up at him, all innocent and free of sin. He couldn’t help but imagine you on your knees, preening up at him as he shoved his cock deep into your throat; making sure to show you how it really feels to properly gag on a thick piece of meat.

“How’s the water doll face,” Bucky said through battered breaths while he shamelessly chased his high, “Feeling all cool and wet down there?”

You looked up at the man, not even registering the lewd acts he was performing right in front of you. “It’s alright, but this sun is still a little too hot for me to cool down.”

Steve then remembered the grocery store purchase he made this morning, “I can think of better ways to cool off, sweetheart. If you’d like our help that is.”

A smile hit all of their faces as you nodded, desperate for any way to escape the blistering heat.

“I’ll be right back, come out of the pool and stand by the chair next to Buck and Sam.”

He made his way into his house and towards the freezer. Grocery shopping today, he knew he had to buy the red, white and blue firecracker pops. The thought of your mouth swelling up due to the cold temperature and turning red from the food dye had him dry humping the air in the middle of the aisle.

Pulling a pop out of the cardboard box, he made his way back to the group.

Sam had forgotten the grill, turning down the fire and closing the lid to focus his full attention on you. He reached his hand out to clasp onto yours and twirled you around, “It really is a nice bikini on you, baby. You look so fucking hot.”

The profanity that left his lips made you bashfully cower your head, not because you didn’t want to hear but because of how it sent warmth to your nether region. “T-thank you Sam.”

He continued to twirl you around, watching as water droplets cascaded down your body, adding to the allure.

Feeling daring, he connected his warm and large palm to your ass, desperate to knead the flesh between his fingers. A squeak escaped your lips at the sudden fondling.

“Just making sure the swimsuit isn’t too tight, don’t want it to cut off any of the blood circulation,” Sam muttered, too lost in thought with the soft feel of your flesh in his hand.

“You gotta smack it Sam,” Bucky quipped, “Make sure everything is flowing smoothly."

Sending a sly wink to the long haired brunette, Sam brought his hand up to connect with your bottom. The action causes the flesh to ripple, making a subtle moan escape you. A moan that did not go unnoticed to the older gentlemen.

“You alright there (Y/N)?” Steve hinted, obvious to the desire that you were feeling.

You looked up at the man, and shook your head no. “I feel- I feel warm. Um, down there…” Your timid voice trailed off due to embarrassment.

He never knew he could cum without being touched, but the sight of you out of breath, desire taking over your features, had him on the precipice of release.

Stalking over to you, he tilted your chin up as Sam continued his actions on your behind. “You're getting tingles down there?”

Desire invaded your body due to Sam’s touch. You nodded along to his question, longing for some form of assistance.

“I have just the thing to help you, but you gotta trust Daddy. No questions asked, okay?”

“Yes Daddy, I trust you- oh!” A mewl fell from your lips as Sams’ hand collided with your bottom, the tips of his fingers came in contact with your covered mound. The sudden harsh feeling towards your pussy had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Sorry 'bout that,” Sam apologetically muttered, “Got a little excited there.”

“C’mon, let's see what we can do about that ache between your legs.”

Grabbing your hand, Steve sat down on the lounge chair and pulled you on top of him with your back against his front. Your damp bottoms connecting with his hard on, the feeling of your warmth pressed up against him as he bucked into you.

He unwrapped the icicle and presented the colorful stick to you, “This right here is going to cool you down while I take care of those tingles. Open up.”

Parting your lips, you allowed the man to shove the cold ice pop onto your tongue. The sweetness of the dessert had you instantly sucking on it, your cheeks hollowing due to your actions.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” muttered Bucky, his eyes intently locked in on your mouth.

“That's a good girl,” Steve whispered, “Such a good girl for Daddy.”

Even with the intrusion in your mouth, you still were able to smile at the praise that was delivered to you.

“Now you're going to keep that popsicle in your mouth and just suck on it, while I help you out down there.”

His large hands massaged your soft thighs, pulling your legs apart and spreading them with his knees. The action unveiled you to the watching pair.

Pulling the mesh material to the side, he uncovered your slick and puffy mound. With the angle he was at, he couldn't fully see your cunt but he could feel how wet it was. And with the reactions from Bucky and Sam, he knew that you were dripping.

“How does she look, boys?”

“Like a fucking masterpiece,” Bucky groaned.

“Absolutely delicious,” muttered Sam.

The compliments made your face heat up even more than it already was, “Wank yu,” you spluttered around the cold treat.

Steve reached down and ran his finger in your slick folds, soaking his digit in your essence. The second he connected with your clit, your head fell back onto his shoulder. A wanton moan rang in the air.

“Oh baby, you should've told Daddy it was this bad. I could've helped you out with it.”

Steve made sure his finger was nice and slick before entering your virgin cunt, reveling in the feel of your tightness.

The newfound feeling had you in such a daze, you couldn't find the energy to respond. So you leaned back and sucked on the treat, savoring the sweet cherry, coconut and blue raspberry flavour. Your moans vibrated around the icicle.

Sam leaned forward and grasped your breasts through the bikini top. Performing the same kneading action he conducted just moments prior on your ass. Pinching the tied material behind your neck, he undid the swimsuit, freeing your chest from its confines.

Your nipples were hardened peaks, the rapid rise and fall of your chest caused your breast to jiggle. You were a true sight for sore eyes.

With your puffy nipples and finger stuffed heat, it rid the two observing men of their restraint. Sam followed Bucky and stuffed his hand into his shorts. Long, languid strokes were made to his covered shaft.

Bucky stood up from his chair to your right and pulled the popsicle from your mouth, much to your dismay.

The look of your swollen and red lips had him desperate to shove his cock into, but decided to save that for another time.

Bringing the ice pop down, Bucky circled your taut nipples, soaking them in the dripping sugary syrup.

“Oh my gosh,” you moaned at the sudden coolness against your front as well as the immense pleasure from Steve's actions.

Mischievous smirks littered the trio's features at your moans of desire.

Bucky brought the treat back to your mouth, making sure to forcefully shove it, needing to see how you'd look gagging, but was met with nothing.

Steve noticed the confusion on his face and chuckled, “I've been training her with sausages for a while now, can you believe it? Completely got rid of all her gag reflexes.”

The long haired man started to stroke himself at a much faster pace at the revelation. Leaning down, he connected his mouth with your right nipple. The combination of your soft peaks and sugared liquid had him sucking on you like a calf does a teat.

His tongue darted all around, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your entire being. Sam felt like he was missing out on all the action so he joined Bucky in his ministrations on your unaccompanied nipple.

Using Bucky and Sams’ efforts as a distraction, Steve stuck a second finger into your heat and proceeded to fuck you with them.

All that could be heard in the air were you muffled moans, the sound of the pair suckling on your breasts, their slick covered hands stroking their shaft and your squelching hole being assaulted by his fingers.

Steve began to drag you across his hard on, desperate for a release himself. The friction aiding him in his own conquest to release.

“That’s it sweetheart,” Steve muttered through groans of pleasure, “Be a good girl for Daddy and his friends. You’re doing such a good job at making us feel good all while I help you out with your tingles.”

Your breath came out in hot pants, melting the popsicle at a much faster rate, the excess juices that you couldn’t swallow fell down the sides of your mouth.

Unlatching from your breast, Bucky stood up and watched you. You looked like every man's wet dream; innocent and compliant, just the way he liked it.

He grabbed the wooden stick of the popsicle and proceeded to fuck your mouth with it, continuing his motions until the remaining treat melted off, leaving just the stick which he threw to the ground. “Fucking hell kitten, I’m-.”

Steve knew about Bucky’s perverse desire to paint a woman's chest with his cum so he knew what the man was about to ask.

“Hey sweets,” he cautioned, “Buck and Sam here are gonna take something out, so I want you to be ready, okay? Don’t be scared.”

With Sam’s tongue still lapping you up as well as Steve’s finger deep in you, all you could do was groan. “Yes, Daddy, whatever they want.”

The second those heavenly words left your lips, Bucky dropped his swim trunks, his cock slapping tall against his toned abdomen. The sound of it catching your attention and drawing a sudden gasp from you.

You had never seen one before, besides the glimpse of Steve’s that one time you accidentally walked in on him changing months ago.

Bucky was huge. His length, girthy and long, stood tall against his stomach. The slightly tanned member looked angry with its red tip, the slit oozing precum.

You were so preoccupied with ogling his length, that you didn’t realize Sam removed his mouth from you until you heard a similar, yet heavier thud from your left. He had removed his shorts and revealed his thick cock to you as well. He was slightly longer than his friends and covered in veins. The ridges that covered him intrigued you, drawing you in like a charmer does a snake.

“Looks like someone likes what they see,” joked Sam, you lustful gaze fueling his ego.

You looked up at them with heavy-lidded eyes, Steve’s motions taking effect, slowly bringing you to your release. A strange feeling filled your lower half, feeling like you had to excuse yourself.

“Daddy, please stop, I need to go to the bathroom.” Your comment brought laughter through the group.

“It’s alright sweetheart,” Steve cooed in your ear, “That just means the ache is getting ready to leave your body. Just relax for us, relax for Daddy.”

You closed your eyes and savored the discomfort turned bliss that was blossoming inside of you. “Oh- oh yes Daddy.”

Sam and Bucky both stroked themselves to the sight in front of themselves. Your pouty lips, swollen nipples and dripping heat that was being pummeled by Steve’s fingers had them close to reaching their peak.

Steve continued to drag you along his length, dangerously close to his own release.

“That’s it baby, you’re doing so good.”

“Such a good girl for us, doll.”

“Keep taking Daddy’s fingers.”

Every single one of your senses flared up due to the stimulation. You first felt your toes and fingers curl, then your nose scrunch up. Your breath had been caught in your chest as you gasped out. Your eyesight went out of focus as your eyes crossed. You felt your back arch away from him, causing your breasts to raise towards the ogling pair. Then you felt the gush of relief from your lower half. “Ohhh god!”

Steve’s fingers were being consumed by your cunt. The tight muscles of your walls contract against his thick digits as you achieve orgasm.

The glorious sound of your shouting moan caused all three gentlemen to reach their peak.

“Fuuuck (Y/N)!” With the help of his shorts containing the mess, Steve painted the inside of the mesh material with his thick seed, spurts of cum shooting out.

You felt Bucky and Sam’s release before you heard it, hot globs of cum painting your heaving chest.

“Fuck- ungh.”

“Goddamn.”

All that filled your ear were the sounds of heavy pants from yourself and the gentlemen around you. Steve's breath continued to fan across the nape of your neck as you all came down from your peak.

After a brief moment, you were finally able to come to your senses from your lust driven stupor.

“How are you feeling sweetheart?” The blonde questioned.

“The tingles are gone, but I still feel hot.” Your quip made the men chuckle.

“Don’t worry (Y/N). We’re just getting started. We've got all day to make sure you stay cool under the sun, just you wait.”

A/N: so i know that there's like no chance that a girl can be that innocent, but just play along for me pls

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Once more, with feeling

AN: Day 15 and we are here - 1/2 way through. I hope you're enjoying the ride so far! It's time for a visit from your dad's best friend, Steve Rogers, to continue what you started in Like fireworks on the 4th July

EDIT: Now part of a series - find the rest here

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @christywantspizza

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairing: DBF! Steve Rogers x Reader

CW: Overstimulation, Sex Toys, Explicit Sexual content, Age gap (Steve early 40’s, Reader early 20’s), Secret relationship, sort of SoftDark! Steve, power imbalance

Word Count: 1.2k

“Steeeeeeve! Oh God!”

You keened as your body went rigid on the bed and you came, and not for the first time that evening. Steve’s hand came up to your brow, in an almost soothing gesture.

“Shh, babydoll. There’s people in the other room. You don’t want your daddy to know what you’re up to in here, do you? Who you got in here?”

You weren’t sure how Steve had managed to sneak into your house, into your room, but when you’d come up from dinner, there he was, lounging on your single bed, looking like he didn’t have a care in the world. In fact, he’d looked quite smug, and then you’d seen it. Your toy chest. It normally lived right under your bed when you were at home for the Summer, where your mother wouldn’t find it on one of her cleaning binges. Somehow, though, Steve had managed to find it. Nothing else in your room was out of place either. However, he’d distracted you from that by dragging you down to straddle his lap and kissing you as though you were his salvation. Before long, you were grinding down on him through his jeans and your panties were soaked with your arousal.

Steve had flipped you both with ease, pulled down your shorts and started to suck at your pussy through the cotton of your underwear. You’d had to shove a fist in your mouth to stop yourself from screaming, as you came far too easily under his touch. Steve had then practically ripped the scrap of fabric from your hips, shoving it in his back pocket, before diving back in.

He hadn’t even said a word to you yet, and was already well on his way to giving you your second orgasm in less than ten minutes. He eased one, and then two fingers into your dripping cunt, curling them and stroking your g-spot with a well rehearsed touch, all the while flicking his tongue over your clit. When your second orgasm hit, you almost felt like you were drowning, your fist clutching your comforter so hard you thought you might rip the cloth.

Steve moved up your body, kissing over your skin and divesting you of the rest of your clothes, but he kept one large, warm hand over your pussy, slowly stroking through your folds and keeping you on edge. You tried to push his hand away, but he resisted you, using his free hand to drag your arm away from your body.

“I found your toys, babydoll. I can understand why you had them before me. We already established that those little boys could never satisfy you. But why have you still got them, when you have me?”

He nosed into your neck, kissing your pulsepoint and you tried to come up with some answer, but it was hard to think with him playing you like a finely tuned instrument. It was therefore a good thing that he wasn’t actually expecting an answer.

“You just like how they feel, don’t you? Bet you can get yourself off really quick with them, can’t you?”

His hand left your folds for a moment and he reached down off the bed, into your toy box. When he came back up he was holding your trusty vibrator, the first one you’d ever bought. Clicking it on and turning it up to a medium speed, he smiled as he brought it down between your legs.

You gasped and your body arched at the first familiar touch of the toy, and Steve continued to kiss you as he slid it up and down your folds. You couldn’t help but roll your hips, chasing the sensation, your earlier discomfort all but forgotten. It was this orgasm that had Steve reminding you to be quiet.

You thought that now Steve had given you three - THREE! - orgasms, he’d take his jeans off and give you a good fucking, but he hadn’t taken the vibe off your clit yet. You tried to sit up so you could move, start undressing him, but he just pressed you back down.

“Where are you going, sweet thing? I thought you liked your toys?” That’s when you saw it, the glint in his eye that let you know that you were in trouble. 

“Steve?”

“If you like to cum using these toys, then that’s what you’re gonna do. With every toy in that little box of yours. Then you’re gonna cum on my cock and then you’re gonna tell me which one was best.”

“But…but…I’ve got like five toys in that box.”

“Well, let’s hope you do cum quickly with them, otherwise it’s gonna be a long night…”

He moved the vibe off your clit, but your relief was short-lived as he pushed it inside your pussy, turned up the speed and reached into the box for your clit sucker.

“Let’s see what this little thing can do…”

An hour later, you were covered in sweat. Steve had made good on his promise to make you cum using all your toys. Each one had been harder and harder to attain, your body going rigid each time as you teetered on the brink before falling over. You’d had to muffle your cries with your pillow for the last one and now you were gulping in lungfuls of air.

“Steve, please, I can’t.” 

The toys were discarded now, but he had two of his fingers back inside you, slowly stroking and teasing you.

“You can, babydoll. You can give me just one more, can’t you? One more on my cock. You want to make me feel good, don’t you?”

He covered your body and your arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled his fingers out of you and replaced it with his cock. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, and you bit down on his clavicle,  because despite all of the toys, none came close to being as thick as Steve was. He sighed as he bottomed out.

“There, doesn’t that feel better?”

He started off slow, torturing your with gentle movements of his hips. Your oversensitive clit stood proud from all of the stimulation, and he brushed over it with every thrust. All you could do was hang on.

“Steve…I…I…oh…I can’t…I really can’t…”

But you didn’t even believe it yourself.

“Come on, babydoll. You can. Know you can.”

His lips captured yours, and he kissed you deeply, claiming you, body and soul as he increased his pace. Your whimpers and whines were swallowed by him as he possessed you, and you could feel him smile against your mouth. The world went white when you came, and you were glad for his mouth on yours - there was no way you’d have been able to stifle your cries otherwise. You absorbed Steve’s own sounds of ecstasy as he reached his peak, spilling into you. You don’t know how long he came for, because as the white receded, it was replaced by black as you drifted into unconsciousness.

You woke up feeling groggy and turned to look at the clock. 

2am

Steve was gone, having left as stealthily as he’d arrived.

Your bedside lamp was still on and propped up against it was a note.

    Babydoll, 

        I’ve got your toys. Can’t wait to prove to you again that you don’t need them.

    Steve.

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Here we are besties, we made it through March! As always please check individual warnings for each fic. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog, and the majority tagged, are 18+ only and most of these fics contain adult themes.

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Steve Rogers ✨

Shock and awe by @buckys-darling

Steve Rogers x Reader

Salvation by @wayward-blonde

dark!Steve Rogers x reader

*Champagne problems by @the-iceni-bitch

dilf!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist!fem reader

Sweet spot by @ltbarnes

Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Love can only hurt like this by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Steve Rogers x reader

Concentrated sunlight / in bloom by @whisperlullaby

Florist!Steve x Reader

Mafia dilf steve by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia Dilf Steve x Bratty Reader

*It's new, it's you by @barnesafterglow

dilf!steve rogers x teacher!reader

*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Summer daze by @ambrosiase

ari levinson x fat/curvy!fem!reader

This is for us by @barnesafterglow

camboy!ari levinson x fem!reader

Drown in you by @angrythingstarlight

DBF!Ari x Reader

Ruin the friendship by @jamalflanagan

Best Friend!Ari Levinson x woc!reader

Andy Barber ✨

*Guilty by @beefybuckrrito

Alpha!Andy Barber x f!reader

He knows by @andysbubba

andy barber x reader

Curtis Everett ✨

*Out of darkness by @jtargaryen18

Curtis Everett x Reader

*Wilford's demands by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Curtis Everett x reader

Ransom Drysdale ✨

Slow by @labella420

Soft Ransom Drysdale x Fem Reader!

*Kisses by @holacia2

Ransom Drysdale x reader

Ari Levinson & destroyer!Chris ✨

Bait and switch by @sweeterthanthis

Mob!Ari Levinson x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Destroyer!Chris 

Sam Wilson & Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨

Make you feel good by @musingsinmoonlight

Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes x female reader

Behave by @late-to-the-party-81

Soft!dark! Steve, Bucky and Sam x Reader

Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨

Make it better by @dilemmaontwolegs

Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Bucky Barnes

*Time together by @tuiccim

Steve Rogers x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes

Nick Fowler ✨

Tied up in knits by @jobean12-blog

Nick Fowler x reader

Trust me by @navybrat817

Nick Fowler x female reader

Love is a bitch by @bemine-bucky

softdark!Nick Fowler x wife!reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

I never learned to read your mind by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky Barnes x reader

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tfatws!bucky barnes x reader

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ex! bucky barnes x female reader

Never let me go... by @jamalflanagan

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*Beefy biker Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

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The moments he knew by @thefallenbibliophilequote

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Bucky Barnes x female reader

*Wrapped around me by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Let the feeling come take you by @buckycuddlebuddy

rockstar!bucky barnes x reader

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Bucky x insecure!reader

We don't have to take our clothes off, to have a good time by @ambrosiase

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Thor ✨

Thunderbolt city by @musingsinmoonlight

Thor Odinson x GN!Reader

Reflection by @musingsinmoonlight

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Sam Wilson ✨

Choices by @aynanasstuff

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Say when by @littlelioncub43

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Joaquin Torres ✨

Wanna be yours by @xbuchananbarnes

Joaquin Torres x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Only you by @motioneverlasting

Lee Bodecker x Fem Sex Worker! Reader

[frostironfudge]

Chris Evans Characters Masterlist

hello, I'm fudge and this is my Chris Evans Masterlist, anything and everything (mostly Steve, Andy and Ari) Chris Evans Characters is here. please make sure to read all the warnings before reading each piece. your media consumption is your responsibility. please note minors dni with smut or dark themed content.

Main Masterlist // AO3

Divider by @silkholland

Contains Smut **

One Shots

Steve Rogers

I Know Exactly Where This Leads [Submission for barnesafterglow 's all’s well writing challenge] **

Hide Your Lies (SoftDark!Mafia!Stucky AU)[submission for boxofbonesfic 's #Beastyoumadeofme22] **

Post Its and Doodles [frostironfudge's funfair - mini movie theatre]

I Cannot Bring Myself To Let You Go (Pre-Serum!Steve Rogers) [frostironfudge's funfair - house of song - Can't Remember to Forget You - Shakira ft. Rihanna]

Press Four For Poppet **

Keep My Secret - Stucky x Reader (Dark Fic)

I Need You To Listen **

Hide From Me **

Multi-Part Fics:

Stencils, Bouquets & Icing

An AU where Bucky is a tattoo artist and Steve is a florist, both find love much closer than they anticipated. Steve in Bucky's tattoo artist apprentice nicknamed Petal and Bucky in the baker opposite to his shop nicknamed Cupcake.

Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Andy Barber

Pretty Princess **

Marked With My Initial - (Incubus Andy Barber) **

You Bring Light Into My Life - (Andy x Desi!Fem Reader)

Ari Levinson

Over and Over **

You Said I Was Your Favourite **

[cherrywav3s]

He’s baddddd and hot 🥵

A Birthday to Remember

Summary: You're birthday celebration is crashed by an unexpected guest. (Steve Rogers)

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, fingering, flirting, public canoodles

Note: @punishmepunisher said Evans was rocking a suburban dad who drinks applebee's margaritas and listens to Jimmy Buffett so this happened.

Please enjoy and let me know what you think. Please also reblog because it's a lot longer than I intended.

You laugh over the rim of your appletini. The overly sweet drink goes down too easy as Charlotte calls for another round. It’s not exactly the thirtieth birthday you dreamed of, but you can’t complain for the company.

It’s almost fitting as you enter your third decade, the downhome atmosphere of the Applebee’s; the staticy classic rock buzzing from the speakers, televisions playing sports games over the bar, where men in golf shirts and khakis nurse Heinekins and cheer on their favourite batters. The old jokes don’t stop as Charlotte and Tatiana hide behind the few months until they cross the line of the big three-o.

“You think you can handle another round, grandma?” Tat giggles as she looks around for the waiter.

“Shut up,” you grumble and roll your eyes, “just you wait, you’ll regret it.”

“She’s getting cranky in her old age,” Charlotte cracks and drains the last of her pina colada.

You harrumph and cross your arms as you sit back against the plastic cushion. The waiter stops by as Tat calls for another order.

“I shouldn’t have trusted you two with planning this,” you bemoan, “I mean, really?”

“Oh, come on, you said no clubs,” Charlotte taunts, “so we went with something more your speed.”

“Let me guess, we’re hitting the funeral home next?” You scoff.

“That’s next year,” Tat cackles.

You shake your head and sit through their roast, the waiter bringing you a second appletini as you thank them. You’re gonna need at least half a dozen to get through the night, especially with these two.

The bright green liquid dwindles as you gulp it down eagerly, listening to Charlotte chatter about her new Tinder match. A cute redhead she claims. You haven’t had much luck on the app despite her many flings. You feel as if you’re doing something wrong and Tat is once more in her on-and-off hookup with her old college roommate.

As you’re ready for a third, pondering changing up the flavour, a sudden lull goes up as the crackle of a sparkler breaks the din. Several waiters approach singing happy birthday as you cringe and sink down in your seat. Charlotte and Tatiana join in out of tune, drawing out the song annoyingly as the cake is placed on the table before you.

You growl before you blow out the candles and the servers proclaim you next drink on the house. You smile and thank them, holding back your humiliation and ordering one of the blue drinks on special.

“Right,” you say as you’re finally left to wallow with your so-called friends, “I’m gonna break the seal.”

“Already? Oh, shoot, there goes her bladder, we should’ve brought the depends,” Tat jokes and you give her another snarl.

You leave them to their laughter as you climb down from the booth and head towards the signs beside the kitchen. You take your time, hiding in the stall as the alcohol flows into your veins and gives a bit of a tint to your vision. You wash your hands and stare at your reflection.

You don’t look older. You don’t feel it either. Thirty isn’t so bad. Give it a couple years and your few strands of grey will be streaks. You twist off the tap and yank out some paper towel to dry off.

It’s a bit louder as you come out into the restaurant. The bar’s growing raucous as bottles clink onto the wood top and the avid ball fans cheer for their team in the ninth inning. As you pass behind the stools, a body stumbles into you as he slides off a tall stool.

A large hand catches your lower back, steadying you before retracting abruptly.

“Oop, sorry about that, I didn’t see ya there,” the man takes a step back, resting his hand on the leather of his vacated seat, “oh, you’re the birthday girl, huh?”

“Oh, uh,” you glance over at Charlotte and Tat as they speak over the table, slurping from their thin straws, “yeah, my friends are a bit dramatic.”

“Here, let me buy you a drink,” he offers.

“Oh, no, no, that’s fine. It’s nice of you but–”

“I insist, come on,” he waves to the bartender, “what are you drinking?”

“Really, I can’t, I gotta get back to my friends,” you insist.

“Bah, make them wait, they don’t seem to miss you,” he peeks at them over his shoulder, “Steve, by the way.”

You nod, uncertain about the man. He’s older than you. Forty at least judging from the patches of silver at his temples that weave back into his golden hair. Even so, he’s not bad looking.

You return your name, another wary look to your table, and you fold your hands anxiously.

“Another margarita,” he orders over the bar and turns to you, “well?”

“Um, vodka soda,” you say, sticking to the same liquor. If you don’t feel your age, you definitely feel the alcohol.

“Here, all yours,” he pats the stool and steps away as the bartender begins his mixing.

“No, it’s fine–”

“I insist,” he points to the seat, his voice firm, fatherly almost, “sit.”

You hold back a sigh and step on the crossbar and haul yourself up. He stands beside you, his elbow on the bar as he digs out his wallet. He pays as your drinks are set down and tells the bartender to keep the change.

“You’re too nice,” you say, “buying a complete stranger a drink.”

“Stranger? I know your name, you know mine,” he says smoothly.

“Right,” you put your fingers on the cold glass, “I guess.”

“So, how old are you now? Wait, wait,” he raises his large hands, “let me guess,” he taps his chin as he thinks, eyes roving over you, “twenty-three?”

You nearly choke as you suck on the straw and scoff, “try again.”

“Hmmm, up or down?” he asks. You point at the ceiling and his brows shoot up, “oh, I see, aging gracefully.” He pauses to drink from the tall green neck of his beer bottle, “Twenty-five?”

You shake your head and give him a doubtful look, “you don’t have to lie, it’s not working.”

“Twenty-six?” He tries again, the same glower aimed back at him, “no? Shit, uh,” he hooks his thumb in his belt and hovers his glass before his lips. He squints at you and takes a slow drink, popping his lips off the rim as he thinks, “don’t tell me you’re thirty.”

You nod, “yep, thirty.”

“Jeez, well, you look good for thirty, trust me, I know,” he chuckles, “damn, I’m old.”

“Are you?” You wonder.

“Take a guess,” he leans on the bar as he crosses one foot over the other.

“I don’t want to,” you say, “I wouldn’t want to offend you.”

“What? Come on, I can’t look that old, I’m sure you can get it.”

“Steve,” you pluck his name out of your mind after a moment of grasping, “I don’t know.”

“Come on,” he goads.

You press your lips together and take another sip. You peer over at Charlotte and Tatianna. They’ve noticed and they’re watching none too subtly.

“I should get back to my friends,” you say again.

“You guess my age and you can go,” he says, “so?”

“Uh, I don’t know… thirty?” You utter weakly.

He laughs, “be serious,” he slides closer, brushing against your legs.

“Forty,” you resign in a stony voice.

His cheek ticks, “warmer.”

“Okay, er, forty-two?”

“Getting there,” he tilts his head.

“Higher or lower?” You ask impatiently and slide to the edge of the stool, wanting to get back to the table. 

“Higher,” his tone rolls in his throat smokily.

“Um, forty-five?” You bluster helplessly.

“Bingo,” he wiggles his glass at you, “fifteen years, huh? Not that much but enough.”

“Sure,” you say, confused, “well, I–”

“Hey,” Charlotte interrupts, “hate to butt in but we were getting a bit antsy so we cut the cake.”

“Here,” Tatiana hands you a plate with a slice, then offers another to Steve, “we figured we bring you some.”

“I’m coming back, it’s–”

“Thanks,” Steve takes it and sets down his drink, “you guys have some wild plans for the rest of the night?”

Tat gives a prolonged glance in his direction before her and Charlotte share a coded look, “well, that’s the thing. I have a girl waiting for me at my apartment and Char here has a guy blowing up her phone, but our friend, single as the day she was born.”

“Tat,” you hiss under your breath as Steve laughs.

“And she’s thirty. Tick tock,” Charlotte adds, “she won’t be able to score a sexy older man for much longer.”

“Shut up,” you growl.

“So, we’ve had our cake and ate it too,” Charlotte smirks, “so the table is all yours.”

You blink at her as you try not to seethe in anger. 

“Go on, enjoy the rest of your birthday, babe,” Tat adds as she adjusts her purse, “we’re just gonna share a cab.”

‘I hate you,’ you mouth over your glass before you take another drink.

They giggle and give a wave, “see you later, you can tell us all about it tomorrow,” Charlotte chimes as they strut away.

You gulp down the last of the bitter vodka soda and place it on the bar, “well, that was not uncomfortable at all. I’m gonna go grab my things and disappear.”

“Wait,” he says as you drop off the stool, your plate nearly toppling out of your hand, “you gotta have your cake. It’s your birthday.”

“I… guess,” you bite your lip, “but you don’t have to–”

“I think it’s pretty obvious that I want to,” he says, “so?”

You feel bad saying no, even if you’re uncertain about him. He’s friendly enough but you don’t exactly go for the suburban Applebee local. He did buy you a drink though so the least you can do is be polite.

“Sure,” you say, “I can’t eat all that cake alone.”

He grins and turns back for his margarita. You lead him to the table and sidle onto the bench. He slides in beside you to your surprise as you set down your plate. He’s close as he sits next to you and settles in.

“I prefer vanilla,” he says as he jabs his fork into the chocolate sponge.

“I don’t mind either,” you say as you mirror him. This is going to be an awkward night. Charlotte and Tatianna are going to pay.

“So, you must be from town?” he asks before taking a bite.

“Yeah, east end,” you answer.

“Ah, I live up in Chester,” he swallows, “pretty tame over there.”

“That’s close,” you say awkwardly, never very good at the whole conversation with a stranger thing.

“I look like the type, eh?” He glances down at his striped golf shirt.

“I didn’t think about it,” you lie, focusing on your cake as sweat beads on your scalp. He smells like bergamot and citrus,

“You don’t have to lie to me,” he says as he stretches his arm behind your head, his fork clinking against the plate.

“I’m not,” you reach for the forgotten blue cocktail you ordered before your venture to the toilets, “really.”

“So what do you do? You seem like a teacher type.”

“I do? Didn’t you think I was twenty-three?”

“Well, now I know you’re not. Maybe you’re a lawyer? You like to argue.”

“I’m not arguing,” you stop yourself, leaving the last bit of your slice untouched as you twirl your fork nervously, “I work in curriculum development. Not quite a teacher.”

“Ah, I knew it was something like that,” he puts his fork down on his empty plate and takes a napkin to wipe his lips, crumpling it up and tossing it with the silver. “You must work hard, no time for guys?”

“Just haven’t gotten to that,” you shrug as his arm falls onto your shoulder. You wriggle and try to shrug him off, “it’s warm in here,” you fan yourself as the fork shakes in your hand.

“Well, you’re damn hot, aren’t you?” he purrs as he leans in.

“Wha– I– Can you back up?” you choke out, “please.”

“Come on, baby, just a little fun for your birthday,” he turns towards you on the seat, blocking out the restaurant with his shoulders.

“Okay, no, you’re too–”

He shoves his hands between your legs and you gasp, clamping your thighs around his fingers.

“Hey,” you grab his wrist, “don’t do that–”

He curls his arm around your head and smothers your mouth with his other hand. You murmur into his palm as he forces his hands up to the seam of your leggings. Your eyes round as heat surrounds the pressure of his rough touch. His breath fills the tight space as he pulls your against him.

You’re almost in his lap as he places his chin on top of your head, hugging you to him as he rocks his hand. It’s painful as the coil winds within, the weight of his hand against your clit twists it tighter and tighter. You garble as he shakes your whole body with his rhythm and hushes you.

“Doesn’t that feel good, honey? Hm?” he keeps two fingers against your folds as he presses the heel of his hand against your bud, “fuck, I feel you getting wet through these things.”

You whimper as you latch onto his thick forearm, his scent drowning you as the alcohol laces through your hazy mind. He moves his fingers up and down, tracing the seam and pushes on the stitches with his nail. The fabric split and he tears the hole a little at a time.

You tremble as you claw at him, begging him in muffled sniffles to stop. He feels along the edge of your panties and inches them aside, delving between your wet lips. You bat your lashes in horror as he coos at you under his breath.

“Fuck, you are wet, honey, hm? You like being my little slut. With all these people around too…” he dips his fingers into you, wiggling his hand against your clit as he curls his knuckles, “yeah, you’re gonna cum already, aren’t you?”

The noise all around blurs; voices, the radio, the television, and the clatter of plates from behind the kitchen doors. You suck in air as your eyes roll back, the tingle spreading across your thighs as your hips rock without thinking. He squeezes as the fire bloom and smatters across your pelvis, an orgasm spiking against your will.

You puff against his hand as you squeeze his wrist and shudder through your climax. He eases you through, your walls twitching around him in rebellion. Slowly, he slips out and lets you go. You pants as you brace yourself against the cushion as he untangles his arm form your neck.

He puts his elbow on the table and admires his glistening fingers. You reach between your legs to feel the tear in your leggings, your cunt tender to the touch. He winks at you as he licks his fingers and pushes them into his mouth with a hum.

He pulls them out in a deliberate motion, “tasty,” he smirks and turns his hand, checking the time on his watch, “damn, I told the wife I’d be home at ten.”

You gape at him as he takes a deep swig from the curved glass and slides off the seat. You quiver as you sit up, watching him dumbly as you try to understand what just happened.

“See ya, honey,” he waves with the two fingers he just fucked you with, “happy birthday.”

[ronearoundblindly]

What if reader is older than Steve, like...10 years maybe(?) She could see his shyness, ambitious and gentle when they first meet. She never thot Steve would fell for her because of their age gap and she's insecure about herself...

Or the soft dark one...

Goddess!reader could cure Steve's illness and let him could join the military, but the price is he need to remain his virgin.

And if he break the rules...

what kind of "punishment" you think reader would do to him?😌😌💖💖💖

oh. my. god.

thots. n;dsdfieronviriv. THOTS. ndviniusniuelrhbvoer. THOTS. nzkdvuheiunruvps;dn;irfiunrfu.

Holy shit, bae. Here I am, minding my own business, writing some angst and romance, and you hit me with this glory. Gurl, WAT???

Super-Human Resources (Posted separately. Here, enjoy this cool 1k of softdark!smut from a gn!god!reader)

Warnings for zero editing, not overly-explicit filth, marginally subby!steve/bratty!steve, extreme orgasm denial, and FYI, I'm still going to hell.

Beg For My Mercy

He was so desperate that he didn’t think it through. The trade seemed so simple: health for sex. If he were strong, all these weakening maladies stripped away, he could help win a war. He could save so many lives. How could that possibly be only as valuable as forgoing sex? Why should Steve Rogers care about sex? He’s never cared about it before. The trade is genuinely too good to be true. It’s so easy, and he takes it.

And he gets everything he wants. He’s strong. He wins wars. He saves people—unfathomable numbers of people—and then it gets…complicated.

Steve gets attention. He gets accolades and commendations, awards and offers, including some other offers. They’re so easy to brush off at first. After decades, it gets a lot harder. He finds someone attractive, and then he has to stunt the relationship before anything escalates. Since he can’t explain why, they always distance from Steve afterward. He doesn’t blame them. He is starting to crack.

Steve skirts the edges of the rules. He tries to get away with as much as possible that doesn’t count as losing his virginity, which is a surprising amount actually, and that also works for quite a while. He’s just not satisfied. It feels too good to rub his aching cock along that precipice of danger, and he can’t resist.

And then he sees you.

No one else can see you smirking at him standing naked and sweaty above his temptation. His eyes are alight with fear and bone-crushing desire.

“There’s a price if you do this, Stevie,” you say, sweet like honey, thick like the honey can drown him.

He thinks, but Steve thinks with the wrong head and sinks into a tight and overwhelming heat. Fuck, how did he live so long without this?!

So he’s satisfied for a while that night. His partner gets taken care of, coming multiple times, and…Steve doesn’t. He can’t. Eventually, he has to make some excuse to get his date to leave because his dick hurts. He's still rock hard and dying to come.

He can still see you, the entity lurking in shadowy corners, that smirk still on your face, and so he thinks he understands. He can find the loophole.

Up until now, he could masturbate all he wanted; it’s not penetrative sex, so it should work. He takes himself in hand and tries everything that feels good. He can’t get there. His balls are so full and swollen that he’s crying. His skin is raw when he finally lets go. Steve's so tormented by this pressure cooker of need unable to explode inside him that he growls and pummels the pillows and mattress beneath him.

“Please,” he screams, burying his blotchy red face in the sheets. “Please HELP ME.”

The squeaking bed springs snap under his strong punches, and he crashes to the ground, desperately yelling for release until his words are incoherent.

You step forward, eyes softer with sympathy, and Steve looks hopeful, so hopeful for your aid.

“Are you ill, dear?” Your coo rips a whimper from his throat and a tear from his eye.

He can’t even touch his shaft anymore, so Steve clamps a death grip on his inner thigh and prays the pain shifts him beyond the horny wretch he’s become.

“It hurts,” he gasps. “Please.”

“But you didn’t keep your promise. You cannot follow directions, Steve Rogers. Why should I help you?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I needed—“ he cuts himself off in a moan when he watches your eyes drop down to his lap and stay there “—I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he repeats in whispers.

You get closer and closer with each pathetic hiss of apology. The flush of pain and denied pleasure rages hot under the skin of his entire body, but this is what you wanted all along. You’ve been patient. Now he’s right where you want him.

“Are you going to do what I say?”

“Yes,” Steve groans, low and hungry.

“Do you promise?”

“Yes—oooh god.”

You lean down to his ear, knowing only he can feel the featherlight wisps of your touch along his arm. His heart stops in anticipation.

“Come.”

He’s fucked in mind, body, and spirit instantly, spurting into the air as if gravity’s gone from around him. It hurts in the most euphoric way. He can’t handle the ecstasy and devastation colliding at once. Steve finishes untouched and collapses to the broken bed. He grabs the sheets surrounding him and bites down because it’s not stopping. He’s wrung dry for what feels like hours, all the while feeling nothing but the cool air of the room around him. From the grey edges of his vision, he nearly passes out, his throat hoarse from shrieking out with each tensed pulse of orgasm. It’s the best worst experience, and he won’t recover from it in his long, long lifetime.

His heaving breaths slow as you continue to watch him, hovering above his glorious body, enjoying the wreckage to full effect. Once he’s composed enough to unhide his face, eyes still unfocused and glassy, you drag a gentle hand down his chest, and he shivers violently.

It’s finally time to tell Steve what he’s sold his soul for, what he owes you in return for this kindness, what the price for your pity is.

“You will never come again without my permission.” Your soothing, sweet tone rakes dangerously over his spent body. “Never. Not once. I will be here every time, and you, Stevie, will have to beg for my mercy.”

and whoops, I completely forgot to say thank you for the love! 🥺💚🥰 You're too kind to me, bebe.

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Sweat and Sacrifice (Soft!Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader) p2

Summary: You decide to meet face to face for the first time on Christmas at a football game, and it’s not what you expected.

Warnings: Dubcon, teasing, groping, sadly this chapter is smut-free (Steve is mad too don’t worry)

Notes: I had no idea y’all were gonna like this Steve, but I’m stoked. Hahaha thank you so much for encouraging me to continue. Will likely be a couple more chapters, I will try to write quickly. Can’t believe y’all got me posting shit before I finish the whole series. 😬❤️

Part 1 Here

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He leaves you abruptly as your emotions threaten to bubble over. Shocked, doesn’t seem quite substantial enough to describe how you feel. You feel violated, but you can’t seem to rationalize why. Every argument that springs to mind to explain your unease is instantly shot down by that other ‘little voice’. The one all girls have after years of being blamed for their traumas.

He lied. Or was he just being cautious? He manipulated you. Or was he just trying to be romantic? He forced himself on you. Or did you send him mixed signals? You did grab his hair, and you were the only one who got to orgasm.

You slide off the counter and search for your clothes. You quickly pull on your pants, your brain shifting to autopilot as the little voice smothers your outrage. Guilt and regret eat at your insides as you grab a bottle of wine from the counter, taking a generous swig as you curl into the corner of the couch.

Peter returns some time later to find you staring blankly at the black screens as you sip silently. He helps himself to a plate of snacks and joins you in the couch, completely oblivious to your apathy.

“Oh, shit. Sorry! I should have just left it on for you,” he apologizes as he scrambles for the remote and turns on all the TVs.

You flinch as Steve’s face stares back at you, smiling and confident as he whispers to his teammates before the next play. You take a larger gulp, the alcohol dulling your emotions as you watch the game and get steadily more drunk.

“Uh, should you be getting that?” Peter asks, drawing your attention to your phone vibrating the coffee table.

You stare at your dads picture as it lights up the screen and shake your head. There is no way you are ready for that conversation. The picture disappears and adds another marker to the dozens of missed calls and texts.

“I don’t know what to say to them yet,” you mumble and hiccup.

“Hey,” Peter says hesitantly, “how about we switch to water and maybe eat a little something.”

He takes the wine bottle from you gently and you scowl at him, but let it go. He hands you a plate of food and in your drunken haze you pick at it lazily. The salty crunch is such a simple pleasure and you focus on it until Peter plops down again and offers you another plate.

“You gotta try these cupcakes, the frosting is just – mmm,” he hums in delight as he takes a bite.

You blanch as your stomach rolls and you quickly cover your mouth. Springing to your feet, you run to the private bathroom and barely make it to the sink as the accumulated stress of the day washes down the drain. After you empty your stomach and the blood rushes to your head you feel a sense of clarity, sobering you up a bit as you quickly clean yourself up and rejoin Peter.

“Are you okay? Or – uh… can I get you anything?”

You wave him off and grab a bottle of water, “I’ll be fine, I think I really am going to go though, I’ll call Steve after the game.”

You grab your purse from the counter and move toward the door but Peter is quick to block you.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you do that,” he says in a soft but serious voice.

“It’s not really your decision. Now, please get out of my way,” you push past him and reach for the handle.

His hand latches onto yours as you try to twist and you scoff, “Peter, what the hell are you doing?”

“You can’t leave,” he implores with those same puppy dog eyes.

“Peter,” you warn, “let go.”

He removes his hand, but stumbles for an excuse, “you shouldn’t be driving after all you’ve had to drink.”

You angrily yank open the door, “I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.”

You turn to leave but run into a brick wall of a man, his arms crossed tightly across his chest as he fixes you with a frightening glare. His dark hair, thick brows and stubbled angular jaw give him a menacing look as his veins bulge along his thick muscular arms. The tight black shirt reveals the same commitment to fitness on the rest of him as he takes a step toward you, herding you back into the room.

You back up in fear, and he grabs the handle and throws Peter a warning look before closing the door without a word.

“Who the hell is that?” You look back at Peter who shifts nervously.

“Yeah, uh, that’s Brock. He’s the head of security,” he replies, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Security? Why do I need security?”

Peter hesitates, his internal struggle displayed plainly across his face, “look, Cap just told us to make sure you don’t leave. He must have known you’d get freaked out and maybe he’s afraid you’ll try to ghost him or something. I just know he made me promise to make sure you would be here for him after the game.”

“So I’m trapped here until Steve says otherwise?” You scoff.

He blows out a long breath, “well it sounds kind of messed up when you say it like that. I’m not trying to upset you, I just - I just really can’t lose this job. Please.”

Your jaw clenches as you stare at him, part of you wants to leave, you don’t owe this kid anything… but the other part of you feels guilty at the thought of ruining his life just so you can go sit at home alone an hour early.

You sigh, “dammit Peter. Fine. But once I see Steve, I’m telling him this whole thing is fucked, and I’m gone.”

He nods, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make this harder for you. I was just trying to help.”

You drag your feet back to the couch, comforted to see the clock tick down to the final two minutes of the game. Steve is a machine, carrying his team to a dominating victory. The crowd outside the window cheers so loud the glass rattles on the overpriced coffee table and you gorge on the bowl of candies Peter offers you.

Peter sits in silence, afraid to make you any angrier while you fume at the scene on screen. Steve jogs gracefully over to the camera, barely winded with a few perfectly placed strands of tussled hair on his dewy brow.

“Here he is, the MVP of the evening… we’ll let’s be honest you’re always the MVP aren’t you, Rogers?” The newscaster flirts.

Steve let’s out a shy laugh but before he can answer one of his teammates pushes into frame, “he ain’t the only stud on the field, doll.”

He laughs as the brunette tosses his long hair back and hooks his arm around Steves neck, pulling him close to kiss his cheek before winking at the interviewer and running off.

The flustered newscaster blushes and attempts to recover, “so what’s your secret, Rogers? Give your fans a tip for success at Christmas.”

“I don’t know if it’s a secret but whenever I want something I go all in. Can’t hold anything back, ya know? I keep to that old football motto, ‘sweat and sacrifice equals success’,” He affirms seriously.

She smiles, completely smitten, “But that second half was incredible! Five touchdowns! Two of them you ran for yourself!”

“Well, I admit I did have a special halftime treat that gave me a real boost,” he smirks and winks at the camera.

“Oh! So you do have secrets after all. Care to share?” She holds the mic up a bit closer to his face.

He smiles, eyes twinkling, “sorry, that’s one I’m keeping all for myself.”

You swallow hard as you subconsciously push yourself further into the couch, heat rising to your face as you avoid Peters eye. You clear your throat and cross your legs to keep them from bouncing nervously. Thankfully he soon makes a quick exit and they show him run off the field, tossing a few things out to fans along the way.

Peter turns off the TVs and stands up to face you, at the same time a pounding knock on the door makes you flinch.

“Time to go,” Peter says softly as he offers you his hand.

You stand up on your own, hands buried in your pockets as you let Brock and Peter escort you through the facility. You swallow your sass after Brock’s first warning. All it takes is a terse, “no” and you shut up for good. Even as he grips your arm a bit too tight, manhandling you through the crowd and past a keycard-required door. The heavy door cuts off the buzzing swarm of excited fans as they mob the exits.

The silence of the private hall is deafening as your anxiety causes your heart rate to skyrocket. You feel like a child being dragged to the principals office for some unknown offense.

At the end of the first hall the pristine blue carpet diverges into two paths, to the left you hear the boisterous masculine roar of the team as they celebrate the victory, but thankfully Brock points you right. You make it half way down the hall before Brock stops you with a clipped whistle and opens up a door for you.

“Wait here. I’ll be right back,” he huffs, storming off back toward the loud locker room door.

You look to Peter, who nods with a smile, reaching past you to flick on the light to a meeting room of sorts. Long empty tables and expensive office chairs face a large white board and projector screen on the opposite wall.

“It shouldn’t take long, he already refused the post-game interviews so I’m sure he’s eager to see you,” he attempts to comfort you.

“I just want to go home,” you mutter tiredly as you cross your arms and step inside.

Peter sighs quietly, his brows tilting in sympathy, “Merry Christmas,” he mutters with a sad smile as he salutes goodbye and ducks out of the room, the soft click of the door shutting behind him.

You listen to his light footsteps recede and a silence follows, the muffled sound of voices through the thick walls your only companion. Everyone relishing in the victory, enjoying the merriment of the holiday, while a storm rages within you.

Why are you waiting here for that man? The man who put you through this rollercoaster of a day, without a hint of warning. The same man who prevented you from leaving, who is STILL preventing you from leaving, because somehow his fragile ego outweighs your autonomy. That spite burst back to life as your patience wains. Fuck this. You’re going home.

You turn back to the door and go to leave, but the handle resists. You push harder but it doesn’t budge, they locked you in.

“Hey!” You shout, jarring the handle angrily, “fuckers.”

You push away with a huff and wander the room. Fighting the boredom, you shuffle through the stack of memos and stray paperwork left out on desk at the head of the room. A meeting schedule with lists of players who need to attend, hardly riveting information, yet you jump and pull your hand away sharply when the door suddenly opens.

“Mmm cupcake,” Steve smirks from the doorway.

Good god, he’s huge. Even now, without the padding, his tight workout shirt clings tightly to his bicep, accentuating each perfectly chiseled muscle of his arms and shoulders. He leaves the door open wide as he struts toward you, his thin sweatpants hang low on his hips and reveal his excitement.

You don’t even realize you are backing away until you hit the white board behind you and he is quick to swallow you in his embrace.

“This is the best Christmas ever,” he hums into your hair as he squeezes you tightly and sways you back and forth.

You are once again at a loss for words, trapped in his over eager bear hug, it’s all you can do to hold your breath and wait for it to end. He lets out a long happy sigh and releases you, setting you back on your feet. You grab your coat and pull it tighter around you as you try to step back and get a bit of distance. The size difference, especially up close, is disarming and all that anger that had been raging seeps out of you as you look up at him in awe.

“Did you miss me?” he asks as he runs a finger along your jaw.

You jerk your face away as that salacious glint appears in his eye and you move away, rounding the table to keep a barrier between you, not that a folding table is much of a deterrent.

“What’s the matter?”

You scoff and throw your hands up, “this, Steve! You kept me locked up here like some animal.”

“I came as fast as I could, I left all my teammates so I could come see you,” he rounds the table and you shuffle farther back.

“Steve, just -please,” you hold up a hand, “give me some space.”

He laughs and shakes his head, “we’ve already had plenty of that… which is the whole point of today, isn’t it? … to finally put an end to all this space between us.”

His argument gives you pause and you soften under his sweet smile and the way he takes another slow cautious step toward you.

“I’m sorry they locked you in here, but it smells way better than the locker room right now, trust me,” he jokes.

Emboldened by the faintest smile curling your lips, he takes a larger step forward until he’s only a couple feet away. There’s a brief silence where you try to come up with something to say and he amuses over each of your nervous ticks.

“I hate that you feel so uncomfortable, but I admit I could watch you squirm like this for hours… would be way more entertaining than what I actually spend time doing in this room,” he chatters.

“Yeah I can imagine it gets boring – studying old footage all the time,” you offer, ignoring the first half of his comment.

“Oh you have no idea,” he agrees. “Most of the time I spend it secretly messaging you, though. So I guess it could be worse.”

You finally meet his eye and he grins, “oh yeah, you have been a real life savor.”

That face could melt butter, which is exactly how you feel as he flashes you those perfect teeth, his thick lashes fluttering bashfully as he takes that final step toward you.

“I’ve really enjoyed talking to you too, Steve,” you admit, “but…”

He cuts you off when he spins you and faces you back toward the coaches desk at the front of the room. He pulls your ass against him with a strong hand on your hip while his other hand smooths over your chest, pinning you to him. You gasp at the unexpected change of position and a shiver runs down your back as his hot breath fans down your neck.

“Everyday I spent looking at that desk, imagining it was you up there giving us lessons. Maybe then I’d actually pay attention,” he chuckles into your warm skin. “My favorite is when you call me up to the front and let me show all my teammates what a real champion looks like. I’ve bent you over that desk so many times in my head,” he growls as you feel his arousal grow against your back.

You pull at his hands and he starts to nibble your neck, “Steve,” you moan weakly as he hits that perfect spot, and you struggle harder to get away.

“For all we know, we could have put on quite a show already – up there in that box,” he whisper huskily and you freeze. “But I just couldn’t help myself, it’s been months of teasing and I just had to have you.”

“Steve, no… b-but what if someone saw?” You cry as the regret fills you once again.

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it, I know you did. You are just as eager as I am. You sent me to bed with that picture, remember? … mmm, what was it you said? – you couldn’t wait to get your hands on me,” he reminds you of your drunken lust-filled evening after a whole day of him flirting with you.

You can’t deny that before today you thought you had been ready for anything. Months of all talk without any physical touch had you practically feral – damn hormones.

“I’m not saying I don’t - I’m not denying…“ you stutter as he works his way to the ticklish spot where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Shhh, it’s ok. I know,” he interrupts again, hand finding it’s way under your jacket to expertly palm at your breasts over your shirt.

You let out a shocked gasp followed by a moan as he leans over you, making you feel small and vulnerable as his touch gets more insistent.

“See, this is how this room should be used,” a strangers voice intrudes from the open doorway.

Steve chuckles darkly as he lifts his head to peer over his shoulder, “Buck,” he greets, “timely as always.”

You push out of his arms and quickly adjust your clothes, clearing your throat in embarrassment. You step away from Steve and cross your arms, “hi.”

Bucky smirks as he eyes you, “nice to finally meet the mystery girl. I’ve heard, probably too much, about you.”

He laughs at the way your brow furrows in concern, and Steve silently waves off your fears.

“Come on, Buck. Don’t scare her away,” Steve scolds as he comes over and curls his arm around your shoulders.

Bucky holds up his hands in surrender, “I just came to let you know that your ride is here.”

You shuffle awkwardly under the weight of Steve’s massive arm as Bucky’s gaze runs up and down your body, his tongue poking out to wet his lip.

“Yeah yeah, we’re coming,” Steve concedes and gestures Bucky out the door, who leaves with a sardonic smile. You move to follow but Steve keeps you close, squeezing your shoulder to whisper in your ear, “we’ll have to revisit this little fantasy later, huh?”

You eye the desk on your way out of the room, thankful to have an excuse to leave. You have a strong feeling had Bucky not barged in Steve would have had you bent over that table within minutes, regardless of discretion or your apprehension.

“But what about my car?” You ask as Steve escorts you to a blacked out suburban in a rapidly darkening back street.

“Come on, Cupcake. This is the part I’ve been waiting months for… to actually spend some time together,” he cajoles, holding both of your hands in earnest. “You can’t possibly expect me to be satisfied with a brief, though undeniably delicious, half time.”

You grimace at the nickname, but feel a twinge of guilt as you recognize the truth in his words. Even though it’s been a long day, you haven’t really had time alone to talk and you feel as though you owe him at least that.

“Where are you taking me?” You ask, raising a brow curiously before you climb in.

He simply beams in response, “you’re gonna love it.”

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

Stories

My love, his duty: King!Bucky Barnes x Queen!Reader DISCONTINUED

A princess in your own right, you were sent by your father to marry the King when you became of age. The waiting had extended indefinitely as you waited in your castle hearing tales of the filardered you had as a betrothed

Entertaining yourself among horse riding, sword training, and all the books and advisors you can have, you wait patiently. Losing all hopes, you send him a nude painting of yourself, confident that he will never see it, nor it will interest him, oh how wrong you were.

You were called upon court, to be finally betrothed to your new King

Best deal ever: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

DISCONTINUED

 James Buchanan Barnes was one of the bigger mobsters in New York City,  sadly for you, you must be the only person that didn’t know that, sadly enough he didn’t just gave you an incredible moment, he gave you a positive pregnancy test 

Hotel California://COMPLETE Dark!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

You came to this small and secluded town in search of independence and a new life, but of that you'll only get one, as the song says, “you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave”

The Bodyguard: Bodyguard!Steve Rogers x Actress!FemReader

DISCONTINUED

After a couple of death threats you had gotten, your manager, Valkyrie, thought it was imperative you get a bodyguard, so there he was, Steve Rogers. There wasn't long before you two got entangled with each other, as you tried to navigate your acting career, and this loving and very sexual relationship with him

The New Line: //COMPLETE

Bucky Barnes x FemaleReader Ft. Steve Rogers

You decided not to tell Steve you were pregnant since you didn't want to distract him in his big mission, you never thought that he would never be coming back from it. Or at least, he wasn't going to get back to you

Lucky for you, Bucky was there, and he was going to be there for you, you will draw a new line, together

Our Thing:// COMPLETE MobBoss!Steve Rogers x ItalianMobGrandaughter!FemReader x MobBoss! Bucky Barnes

Part II Part III

The one that was supposed to be the best day of your life turned into a nightmare as your new husband bosses decided you were too good for Peter

ONESHOTS

Take me out (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)

The Golden girl and the Golden boy (Steve Rogers x Odinsdottir!Reader Ft Protective Brother Loki)

600 followers challenge (requests)

Winter soldier + size kink

Bucky Barnes + proposal + metal arm "acceptance"

Alpha!Beefy!Bucky + Omega!Reader

Bucky Barnes + degradation kink + Jefferson

Angel!SteveRogers + Human!Reader + Demon!Ransom

Dark!Wintersoldier + Dark!FemWinterSoldier

If not now then when? (Bucky x Reader x Nat)

"Youngblood" for Sunshinebuckybarnes' Jukebox challenge (SoftDark!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)