#steve rogers fan fic

[misscaptainamericana]

wildest dreams - steve rogers x uso tour dancer!reader

word count: 2444

content warning: SMUT (18+ only), oral m receiving, unprotected p in v sex, angst

It was the twelfth day of the ninety day tour and you could tell that Steve was counting the minutes until it was over. As the assistant walked through your train car with a rolling tray of silver cloches, you told your friend Susan that you had to use the restroom before following quickly behind him. “Sir! My friend is stuck in the bathroom in car two.”

“Really? I was just-”

“Yeah, she just tried to, uhm…I’m sorry. I’m awful at lying…I was just hoping I would have a chance to talk to Steve.”

“I’m not sure if you’re supposed to.”

“I know, I know. If he tells me to leave, I’ll go. Please?” You asked before batting your eyelashes a few times with a smile.

He looked around with a sigh, “Don’t tell any of the other girls I let you do this.”

“Of course, thank you so much sir.” You kissed his cheek as he handed you the big silver platter for the star-spangled man with a plan.

You went through two more train cars before you saw his door open with him curled up on the small bench by the window. You were going to tap your heel on the wall to signal your arrival but you figured the whoosh of the door opening would be enough. “Uhm, Captain… I have your dinner.”

“You aren’t normally the one who brings it.” He said with a small smile as he set his pen and sketch pad on the table.

“I know, I just wanted to talk to you and I figured this would be the best way to…I hope that’s okay.” You told him as you set the platter on the table before standing up and tucking your hands behind your back, “I know you don’t like this tour, but I wanted to thank you. You’re exactly what this country needs right now. Hope in times like these is very hard to come by. I know the families with sons abroad, my family, really appreciates how you are trying to unite the country and help them.”

“You mean that?” He looked up at you with a shy smile and puppy dog eyes that made your heart flutter.

“Of course I do. My brother is over there. He’s in the one hundred sixty-fifth. ”

“Do you want any of this?” Steve said before motioning down to his big plate

“No thank you, sir. It’s okay.”

“Call me Steve, and I insist. You want some steak or-”

You smiled when you realized he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, “I’ll take the fruit Steve. Thank you.”

“You're welcome, uhm. I’m not sure I actually know your name.”

“Y/N… Y/N Y/L/N.”

You two continued to talk while he ate for the next thirty minutes before he asked if you wanted to see what he was working on. You were more than excited to see and moved over to sit next to him on the bench. He was about eight pages in when your hand mindlessly went to his thigh causing him to stiffen up. Looking down you realized what you’ve done, “I’m so sorry, Steve! I didn’t mean to-“

“No, you’re okay, Y/N. Don’t worry, honestly it’s me… it’s embarrassing but it’s me. I’m just… Easily excitable.”

There was a sense of innocence about him, a sense of humility that couldn’t be found in most men.

“Have you never been with a woman before?”

“I’ve never even kissed a woman before.”

“Would you like to?” The words fell from your lips before you could even think to catch them. Your breath caught in your throat before his warm smile returned and you felt yourself start to relax.

“I would…I would especially like to kiss you. But not here, I want to do it somewhere privately.”

You cautiously bit your lip with a slow nod as he quickly began to speak again, “No-Not because I’m embarrassed or ashamed I just wouldn’t want someone to walk in on us. You’re a beautiful woman and you deserve your modesty. I despise the men who go out of their way to harass women and treat them like objects. I always told myself if I was ever lucky enough to be noticed by a woman I would do it the right way.”

This was cute. He was so innocent you couldn’t help but smile at him, “Okay, so what is the right way to do this?”

This seemed to have stumped him, he hadn’t thought this far ahead. Drumming his fingers on your thigh, he thought it over before patting your thigh with his palm. An hour after check in I want you to meet me by the bus, okay?”

“Okay, and then?”

“And then I’ll take you back to my room. I don’t have a roommate, you just might want to tell yours so she doesn’t think you went missing.”

“You planning on keeping me past sunrise, Captain?”

“Hoping to.”

The look he had in his eyes was enough to make you melt right there.

“Okay deal, I’ll see you an hour after check in.” You said before kissing his cheek, standing up, and making your way back to your original train car.

You were giddy with anticipation but trying not to show that you were buzzing like a hundred bees stuck in a pillow case. It wasn’t until you made it into the privacy of your room you confided in Susan. She was excited for you and only a little jealous, and promised to cover for you in case anyone asked. You had met at the bus stop just as he said, you were there early worried you would be late and miss him. But as soon as you got into his room, he locked the door before cupping your face in his hands and kissing you. It was so soft and pure, when he pulled away from you, you were smiling ear to ear.

“Was that okay?”

“It was great! Do you want to sit on the couch? Might be easier with our height difference.”

“Of course, after you.” He motioned for you to go first and you happily did.

Sitting down on the couch and beginning to make out with each other, it was almost like he was afraid to touch you. You moved his hand to your thigh and he began to lightly massage it before gaining in intensity. Taking the hint, you straddled his lap and he let out a small grunt. Feeling his penis twitch through his pants electrified you. You gently cupped his face in your hands starting to wrestle your tongues against each others’ as you slowly ground against him. Your barely removed your lips from his to catch your breath when you looked into his eyes, “Let me help you with that, okay?” You asked softly and he quickly nodded. Climbing off of his lap, you dropped to your knees in front of him on the couch. You were excitingly unwrapping him like he was the biggest box on Christmas. He was bigger than any man you’d ever seen and you would be lying if you said it didn’t intimidate you. His eyes closed tightly with the first stroke of your hand, encouraging you to do more. You quickly took him into your mouth, more than ready to please him. His groans and whimpers filled the room, causing your core to ache more and more with each bob of your head. It didn’t take him long at all to cum and as you slowly pulled away from him, looking up at his red cheeks, you could tell he was embarrassed. You batted your eyelashes while running your fingers up his thighs, “You taste so good, Steve. Thank you for letting me please you.”

“I-heh.” He let out a nervous laugh.

He was dumbfounded, nearly speechless. He had never cum that hard before in his life. If this was anywhere as good as a vagina was going to feel, he was done for.

You slowly rose to your feet, ready to go brush your teeth before you continued but Steve grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him. As his lips met yours with no hesitation you knew this was going to be good.

The make out leading to the bed was sloppy, you weren’t even sure where half of the clothes had been thrown to by the time you were both naked and on top of each other. His lips left delicate kisses down your frame before stopping by your belly button. As his middle finger ran up your slick slit, you whimpered and bucked your hips against his hand.

“All this for me?” He asked with a smile before placing his finger in his mouth.

You quickly nodded, staring up at the man you so desperately desired, “It's all for you. All of it, please take me… I need you.” Your last words were so breathy, you were begging for him to touch you anywhere. With your legs lifted slightly around him and firm grip on his shaft, he slowly pushed into you. The sound you made as he slowly slid into your heat was almost enough to make him cum again. “Fuck, darling. That’s so good.”

“Yeah?” You ask with a light whimper feeling him slowly begin to thrust in and out of you, “You’re so big, Steve. I-oh my god. You’re stretching me out so well, fuck!” You got out before releasing another breathy moan. Your hands slowly made their way up your body before firmly grasping your breasts. As you kneaded them with your fingers, letting out quiet gasps, Steve couldn’t help but quicken his pace. This was the hottest thing he had ever seen, a beautiful women coming apart at the seams for him.

The grip he had on your lower waist with his thumbs pushing into your stomach was enough to make you see stars. The pornographic moan turned desperate call of his name that ripped from your throat as your legs wrapped tighter around him was enough to make his rhythm falter. He let out a strained groan before mumbling out, “Baby, I don’t know how I’m gonna-“

“Cum in me, Steven. Please I want to feel you, all of you! Please, please, oh my god!”

Without a second thought, he released into you with his hands feverishly moving to wrap around you and hold you closer to him. He buried his face in your neck as you both desperately tried to come down from your highs and steady your breathing.

You smiled as he kissed your shoulder and neck multiple times. Closing your eyes, your right hand lazily fell from his hair, across his shoulder, and down his arm, “That was amazing.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.” You responded with a light laugh before turning your head slightly to look at him, “Was it good for you?”

He quickly leaned up to look at you with a smile before nodding with a light laugh, “That was fucking incredible for me. It was everything I could’ve dreamed of and more. That was… I don’t even have words for what that was, you feel phenomenal and are so stunning.” He told you before pressing his lips to yours gently. Pulling away slowly, he rested his forehead against yours, “I don’t, I’m not sure how we do this, I’ve never even been on a real date before…But I would really like to do this tomorrow.”

You cupped his face in your hands with a big smile, “Steve, we can do this for as long as you’ll have me.”

His pupils dilated and his smile grew as he quickly flipped onto his back pulling you with him. Letting out a squeal that quickly turned into a giggle you knew you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of the tour nights like this.

Seventy-two days had passed since that night and you and Steve couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. You didn’t mind that most of the girls were talking poorly about you behind your back because every night you fell asleep in those big, burly arms. Your love had truly grown for the other as well, sharing childhood memories and greatest fears. You truly loved learning about how different Steve Rogers was from the Captain America facade placed upon him, but it also proved to you why he was chosen. He was truly a good man.

It was your third stop overseas touring at the base camps and this crowd was rough. Steve decided to take a walk and you didn’t mind. You sat in the corner of the tent as the rest of the girls were out in the mess hall flirting with the soldiers. You were halfway through your book when the flaps to the tent flew open. You met Steve’s worried gaze and he ran up to you obviously frazzled, soaking wet from the rain. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. It’s Bucky.”

“Oh my gosh, is he hurt?”

“I don’t know. He’s behind enemy lines and they won’t send a team in so I’m going to go.”

You nervously bit your lip and he rested his hand on your shoulder, “You don’t think I can do it, do you?”

“No, I know you can do it. With your stubborn attitude you can do anything. I’m just worried this is the end of us. You leave the tour and I… I’ll have to go back home.”

“I didn’t think about that.” He paused and you could see his mind was racing. You simply gave him a small smile and kiss on the cheek, “I love you, Steve. I also know that you have to do this for your friend… So when, yes when, you save Bucky and your life calms down again. Write to me or fly to me, just promise me we’ll meet again. Where’s your sketchbook? I’ll write it down.” He got it out of his satchel and you wrote your full name and address on one of the pages before handing it back to him. Turning around you grabbed your helmet with an A before handing it over to him with a sad smile, “Go get ‘em.”

“I love you so much, Y/N. I’ll see you again soon, I promise.”

“I love you too.” His left hand caressed your cheek as he gave you one last passionate before running out of the tent.

You gave one last simple wave as he rode away in the jeep driven by Peggy Carter.

November 6th, 1943.

The last day you saw Steve Rogers in person.

[wkemeup]

Favorite fanfic trope - arranged marriage with mob! Steve? Warnings: smuttttt

summary: Rumlow dares to make a move against the boss' wife. Mafia!Steve AU pairing: mob!steve x reader word count: 1.2k warnings: sexual harassment, lead up to smut, 18+ a/n: I would have kept going but this is drabble night fam and I broke my 1k rule 4/5 times lol

The edges of Steve’s desk curled under your fingertips – wood digging into the palms of your hands as you tried to make yourself as small as possible, so that you might disappear entirely. Beyond the walls of Steve’s office, the low vibrations of the bass muffled Brock Rumlow’s heavy footsteps as he approached.

A slithering smirk upon his features, Rumlow stalked across the room towards you like hunter in search of its prey. “Come on, baby. We both know your marriage is a sham. Why not take part in a little side action?”

Rumlow extend a hand towards you, setting it delicately against your bare shoulder. You flinched at the contact. Calloused palms slid down your arm until a shiver chilled through your spine and you inched out from his grasp. He frowned.

“I think you should leave, Brock,” you warned, desperately searching over his shoulder for the door to unlatch. “Steve will be back any minute.”

“It’s sweet that you think he’d care if his men fucked you,” Rumlow purred. He removed the gun from his belt and set it against the desk. Laid upon a pile of paperwork Steve had sworn he’d finish last night – still without his name signed in red ink. The pen rolled from the pile under the weight of the weapon and clicked against the empty whiskey glass.

“He’s my husband,” you choked out as Rumlow cornered you. He propped his hands up on either side of the wall, caging you against him. He sank his mouth to the crook of your neck, his breath hot as stone against your skin.

“And you’re nothing but a consolation prize for bailing your pathetic family out of debt.” Wetness splashed against your collar—spit as Rumlow sneered at the deal your father had made with the Howling Commandos. A bailout of your family’s business in his exchange for his only daughter. It was a bad deal – one Steve Rogers never should have accepted if he was as clever as the rumors made him to be, but he did anyway. He traded millions to call you his bride.

You felt the warm touch of lips on your neck and you shoved Rumlow hard in the chest. he stumbled back several paces, a murderous look upon his face. Your gaze had only flickered to the gun for only a second, a flash of panic in Rumlow's eyes, but then – the office door slammed open. Steve barreled inside.

His figure was a blur as he shoved Rumlow against the wall, knocking a right hook into his ribs. Blood spewed from Rumlow’s mouth and splattered against the white collar of Steve’s button down. Still, he did not relent. Each time Steve’s fist collided against Rumlow’s cheek, you felt it deep in your stomach. Hands pressed over your mouth, you watched as Rumlow’s cheek split, as his cheek turned dark red, as his eye began to swell under the strain.

Then, Steve dragged Rumlow’s weakened form against the wall until he was standing. He curled his fist into the shoulder of Rumlow’s jacket, drawing close enough breath that Rumlow desperately squeezed his eyes shut and turned away. Blood dripped from his lips.

“Lay a hand on my wife again, and I will gut you in the street,” Steve growled, his voice low enough to drown out the vibration of the bass through the walls. It was only after Rumlow nodded, that he finally released his grip. Rumlow scrambled away from Steve’s fury, practically crawling to escape the room before the boss could change his mind.

Slowly, Steve made his way back to the door and pressed it closed. With his back to you, you watched his shoulders rise in heavy, labored breaths. His knuckles were broken as he stretched out his hand, wincing as the skin cracked under the pressure.

“Are you alright?”

You glanced up, surprised. “Yes.”

“Tell me this hasn’t happened before,” Steve ordered, though there was an ache in his voice. Heavy and layered. It trembled. “Tell me you have felt safe under my roof.”

You'd never seen him like this before – angry in the face of shame and guilt. Steve was always calm, always sure of himself. It was part of his charm. He did not crack under pressure, didn’t show even the slightest of emotion when his own men were beaten bloodied at his feet. Nothing bothered him. Nothing could break him.

But now—his voice trembled.

"I feel safe with you,” you told him quickly, surprised to see the relief sink into his shoulders. “Brock has never gone as far to--” You cleared your throat as Steve turned to face you, such intensity in his eyes, a flush of embarrassment warmed your cheeks. His brows furrowed, a dangerously devastated look upon his features. “This was the first time.”

Steve rolled up the ends of his sleeves. He took his time crossing the room to you, as if he might be giving you the space to turn away, to escape him as so many other have. But you stayed your ground, waiting for him. The way his eyes fell over you, you supposed he might be searching for greater injury, but you could not help the shiver as it slipped up your spine. His gaze carried such weight and still – you felt naked as he looked you over.

“May I?” he asked, his voice low.

You nodded weakly at him, watching his as brought his hands to the sides of your face. He held you there for a moment, blue eyes trailing over your features. Then, his hands slid down along your neck, to your collarbone, along shoulders. Goosebumps trailing in his wake. Coaxing his palms over your skin as he searched your body for harm.

He only seemed to relax when he finally confirmed with his own eyes that you were unharmed. Still, you noticed he had yet to return the space between you - his touch still lingering upon your skin.

As his hands crawled back against your face, thumbs sweetly brushing over your cheeks, you stopped breathing entirely. His tongue darted over his lower lip, wetting the pinkened surface. It drew an ache from between your legs and you couldn't help as you squeezed your thighs together.

“Honey,” his voice was barely a whisper as his breath warmed your skin. It was an ache – a plea. A request for more - to cross a line he hadn't dared before.

Gently, you leaned forward. Your gaze never leaving his, hesitant and eager, you brushed your lips over his. A feather’s kiss. A taste of what it might be live to kiss the most feared man in New York. He choked back a moan, withdrawing from your mouth.

“Say yes,” Steve begged as his lips kissed at your your neck. His tongue swiped over the skin, lingering, wet and warm, before he drew his eyes back to yours. “Say yes, honey. Please.”

"Yes," you gasped and Steve’s lips crashed into yours. He pressed you back against the wall, the full of his weight against you as the framed art upon the wall shook on their nails.

His hands slid from your face, down along your hips, to under your thighs. Fingertips sliding under the fabric of your dress, pressed against warm, flushed skin. Steve tugged on your right thigh until you jumped.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, Steve carried you with ease to the desk at the center of the room. Gentler than you might have imagined, he placed you to sit on the frame, brushing aside the dozens of documents in his way. For a moment, he took a step back, taking you in with your finger combed hair and slightly labored, dizzied breaths. Your lips were swollen, fingertips reaching back for him eagerly.

Steve tapped at the side of your knee until you parted your legs, allowing him to step between them. He widened your legs until your dress rose up around your hips, exposing the thin fabric at the apex of your thighs. He rolled his hips against you, eyelids fluttering closed as his hardened length rubbed against you.

“Forgive me, my love. I’ve done a poor job in showing my men who you are to me,” Steve murmured, his hand inching up along your thigh as he watched you. Your chest rose in heavy breaths as his fingers grazed your panties, brushing his thumb against the pooling wetness into the fabric. He paused then, his gaze searching yours. Waiting. Seeking confirmation.

You laid your hands upon the sids of his face. Then slowly, brought his lips back to your own - a chaste kiss upon his lips and you smiled at him.

“Show them I'm yours.”

Steve's lips curled into an eager smirk. "With pleasure, my love."

[steves-on-a-plane]

Coming Out To Steve Rogers Would Be Like...

Words: 542 Pairing: None Cast Of Characters: Steve Rogers, Reader

You’d decided telling Steve would be the easiest. He was always participating in fundraisers that benefited LGBTQ+ groups. When his schedule would allow he’d also march in parades and protest. He made it very clear that he thought everyone’s time was too short to not be their most authentic selves whenever possible.

Taking a deep breath, you cornered the Captain one afternoon following a staff meeting. He picked up on your nerves right away and invited you to sit down. He places a cool glass of water in front of you and told you to take all the time you needed. You opened and closed your mouth several times. It was harder to get out than you’d though.

“[Y/N], whatever it is I’m sure we can work it out together.” He put a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Take as long as you need.”

“Wh-I…” and it sort of spilled out from there. “I wasn’t really sure at first and I know some people seem so sure. And-and I don’t want anyone to think I’m faking or…”

“[Y/N], don’t worry about what anyone else will think about you.” Steve insisted, his hand still on your shoulder. “No one else gets to tell you who you are.” You nodded silently to let him know you understood. “C’mon I want to give you something.”

Steve released his hold on your shoulder and got to his feet. You followed him out of the conference room where the staff meeting had been. He led you down a hallway that was mostly used for storage and stopped in front of a closet.

“It might take me a minute to find the right one, so many different colors these days.” He apologized. When Steve opened the closet you realized it was full of care packages. Each one was stuffed to the brim with items and a thin wrapping of cellophane helped contain everything in one basket. Steve grabbed one of the baskets from the top shelf and held it out to you. “This one right?”

You looked down at the overfilled basket in his hands. Taped to the exterior of the cellophane was a Captain American meme. It was the one of a much younger Steve Rogers sitting backwards on a chair. The caption read “So, it’s time to come out to your friends and family…” The meme put an instant smile on your face.

"There's a flag in there, nice big three foot by five foot one. You can hang it in your dorm when your ready. There's a few enamel pins, a blanket, some snacks." He explained. "I send them out to people who write to me that they've recently come out. Sometimes we give them out on pride events. Whenever and wherever we can. There's some brochures in there too. I'm no expert but Tony helped me partner with some of the best to make sure all the information was unbiased and mentally healthy."

"Thank you, Steve." You smiled. This helps a lot." You beamed.

"Of course!" He smiled back. "If you need help with anything, if it's someone to talk to or someone to be with you if and when you decided to tell the others, just say the word and I'll be there.

[wordywarriorwrites]

Insatiable

Title: Insatiable A03 | Master List | Rating: M Written For: Star’s Hamilfilm Lyric Challenge Prompt: “You ready for more yet?” Characters: Steve Rogers x F! Reader Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Language!

“You ready for more yet?”

It was an ardent question, an intoxicating request, and an inviting challenge all rolled into one.

“You’re tryin’ to fuckin’ kill me,” you half-mumbled, half-panted.  

He chuckled against the shell of your ear because he knew. Steve knew he was good and that you wouldn’t say no.  

He’d tuned you up like a fucking guitar. Strummed you in the most delicate of places. He knew the melody and thrummed until you sang for him; until the only song you knew was the song he wanted to play; until all it took was a low, heated inquiry to have you humming along in harmony all over again.

Your back was to his chest and his face was buried in your neck, and you were whimpering because he was determined, focused, and all too deliberate. Steve had you shuddering and gasping, and even though the sheets beneath you were soaked with a combination of sweat and multiple releases, he knew you wouldn’t tap out on him.

Three weeks apart had been too long, and he was insatiable. He’d locked the door hours ago and had been taking you greedily and selfishly ever since. Steve had already worked you over, and when he slipped two fingers into your mouth, you drew them in, and sucked hard.

“Mmm,” he growled. “Yeah, I think you’re ready.”

And you were – you were always ready and willing, and he knew that, too.

Steve was intoxicating, and you drunkenly slurred his name like the curse and prayer that it was. The scent of his skin, the creek of the bed, the sight of his hand disappearing between your legs – he’d gotten you wasted, and still, you kept coming back for more. He was voracious, this man you called your own, and when he got like this, you didn’t know who you were or what to do with yourself.

“Steve,” you cried raggedly. “Steve, Steve, Steve…”

He palmed your breast and dug his teeth into your shoulder, murmuring all the while that he’d missed you and needed you and that he liked it when you said his name like that. Your eyes rolled back and you were fluttering and squeezing and trembling and still, he didn’t stop. The pleasure was all-consuming, and you felt like you were on a roller-coaster ride because your emotions kept turning and dipping, and you couldn’t decide whether you want to cry, laugh, or tell him to go to hell.  

You gulped and dug your nails into the back of his thigh, “I’m gonna fuckin’ pass out.”

“Nah,” he crooned as he rolled his hips. “You can take it.”

He wasn’t wrong – you could take it. You weren’t an enhanced super-human, but somehow, you knew you’d been made for him. Your thick curves and soft flesh to his lean lines and hard muscle; his calm and level-headed demeanor to your assertive, hot-tempered nature; your lone-wolf mentality to his ‘atta boy, teamwork ethic. A complimentary contrast – like two pieces of a puzzle that had slotted together despite being born in different times and built in different ways.

The unintelligible string of noises and curses – they were all yours. The numerous, prolonged orgasms were yours, too, and as pliant and satiated as you were, Steve made it clear he wasn’t through with you, and before you could even register what was happening, you were turned on your stomach, and he’d pulled you up onto your hands and knees.

“Fuck, Steve!”

“Too much?”

You dropped your head between your forearms and gripped the sheets so tight that your knuckles cracked. It was far too much, but you begged him not to stop, and he took you at your word when you said you could handle it. Steve spread you wide and held you steady with what could only be described as brute force because you were nothing more than a heap of shaky limbs and rattling bones.

“Never leavin’ you again,” Steve grunted.

“Liar,” you croaked pithily.

A smack to your bottom, followed by him declaring his love and getting down to the business of making sure you paid for your sass. You knew he liked you like this – all raw and unfiltered and weak-kneed. He liked it when you got nasty and feisty, too, because he got off on getting you off. He nibbled on your earlobe, insisted he was going to make you come again, and rubbed the heel of his hand against your mound until you were drooling.

“Come on,” he coaxed. “I know you want to.”

The strength of his assertion was just as powerful as your release, and your thighs shook with the force of it. Steve murmured assurances and praises as he rode you through the shock and awe, and then, he did it all over again just because he could. He was making it up to you and showing off for you, and because he was one stubborn, unrelenting son-of-a-bitch, he wrung another release out of you before he finally took his turn.

Flat on your stomach and cheek smashed into the pillow – you were all but wheezing and twitching from the aftershocks. He’d draped himself over you, and pressed kisses and sweet words of admiration to your mouth, neck, and shoulders. You weren’t sure exactly when you fell asleep, but when you finally did manage to crack an eye open, several hours had passed, and Steve was still in bed beside you.

The glint in his eye suggested he’d just made up his mind about something, and you discovered what it was when he tossed back the sheet, and slid down the mattress. Steve stared up at you with his adoring, hot-blue, heavy-lidded bedroom eyes, drew your legs over his shoulders, and ran his tongue across his lower lip.

“You ready for more yet?”​

[notyetneedcoffee]

Just want to comment on the wonderful panels on SDCC 2020 Online for writers - and the revelation for me that all these great authors who are lending their talents to long standing fandom to write new books / comics / screenplays . . . ARE WRITING FAN FICTION! They are writers who get to expand the world, fill in the blanks, and rewrite stories from a different character’s perspective. It’s what we do for FUN and for FREE every day.

I write fan fic to clear my head before diving into my original works. I use it to de-stress and warm up my artistic muscles. What we do, writing fan fiction, is a valid and valuable skill set. So to all you brilliant, brave, and beautiful writers out there - THANK YOU and KEEP IT UP!

[endlessbucky]

Lessons; chapter two

Lesson 2: Blowjob

To say that things got weird was an understatement, Steve couldn’t see you the same way he used to,hell no, now everytime he had to be in the same room as you, an instant boner apparead, remembering your kisses, the way you moved and how wet you got because of him, because of his cock. He couldn’t help it before and sure as hell couldn't help it now after what the both of you did together, and he wanted more. He was too excited to know what was the second step, he was curious and nervous too, fuck, he didn’t know what to expect but he was ready for whatever you wanted to show him.

It really shocked him when you told him what the both of you were about to do, he knew about oral sex, hell, he watched two o three videos about it, and he thought it was disgusting at first, until he saw the men’s faces when the girls sucked them off and when they cummed he could practically see how much they enjoyed it, but what Steve liked the most, was how well their lady friend seemed to be enjoying doing the blowie, swallowing the men till they were worn out, making him want to experience it with someone who would enjoy do it.

He never really thought he would actually met somebody who wanted to do it, nor somebody who trusted enough for him do it, he really was an old man, not knowing how to act at your news about teaching him about oral sex He wanted you to be his first on teaching him on oral sex ,of course, and on sex in general, still he didn't know how to act at your boldness.

‘’Usually dudes love this, so I think you would love this too. You don’t need to do anything at all, just relax and enjoy the experience. ‘’You laugh at his face. ‘’Don’t look at me like that, you going to be just fine. not much to learn here.”

You smiled and proceed to kiss him, wanting him to just relax, his kisses made you feel just like the last time, horny and eager, you liked his kisses a lot more than you would admit to anyone.

He was sitting on his bed now, but you, you were on your knees, in between his hard legs,Steve was trying too hard to not come at the sight of you, on your knees for him. He really never thought about you going on your knees to do him, he gulped, and you noticed him.

‘’Steve, breathe, I’m not doing anything yet. You look like you’re going to die.’’

He could die right now, and he would be happy about it.

You looked at him, “Are you ready? We can just stop here or wait until you feel comfortable, Steve. I want you to enjoy this.”

He was ready, was he? He sure as hell wasn't but he needed it, he was dreaming for it. The moment you got on your knees the only thought that went on Steve’s brain was how his cock would feel on your mouth, so yeah, he was not ready at all to feel that because but he WANTED it and he felt safe around you, so he nodded as he moved his hips up and put his pants and boxers off.

Steve was HARD. Just with a kiss and his cock was ready for whatever you were about to give to him, he didn't know what to think about it, he didn’t expect you affecting him like that.

Wetting your lips again you tried to take your time, it was his first time after all, if you weren’t careful at all it would be over before you started and you wanted him to enjoy this as much you would be enjoying it.

‘’I’m going to touch you, okay?’’

Steve’s eye widen, how would your hands feel around him…? Like heaven. He moaned as your hands touched his cock firmily, he tensed as you began to move your hand slowly, too slowly for his like. ‘’Fuck. That feels good.’’

‘’Does it?’’

‘’It does, please don’t stop, please.’’ Okay, now he was ready for everything you wanted to do as long as it felt just as good as your hands did.

You smiled as you keept moving your hand arund him, he was huge and your hand couldn’t close around him, still you mainteneid the grip around him, moving your hand up and down. You could feel everything, the vein that went from the tip to the bottom of hi shag till the pulsatiions of his cock. You watched intensly when a drop of pre cum, left the tip, you wanted to taste him…

Steve was wrong again, he wasn’t ready AT ALL. The exact moment your toungue licked the tip, he could feel himself gone, but when you sucked the tip and went really down on him he really didn’t care if he would gone for real now. Your mouth was hot, wet and tight. You sucked and licked him so damn good, he couldn't believe he once thought that this was gross, gross his ass.

‘’Fuck me.’’ The words dies on his mouth. Steve watched in awe how your mouth kept sucking his dick, he groaned as his hips moved up wanting to introduce himself further into your mouth.

You smiled, making Steve curse, it was sexy and the fact that he liked it and wanted more made all this even hotter and you wanted him to be loud, because a man who praised an moaned loud was such a damn turn on for you. Sucking harder you added your hand at the bottom of his cock, you began to play with your tongue all over the top as you moved your hand all the way up and down, as you did so, a new drop of pre cum invaded your mouth, Steve taste was intoxicating, salty and very tasty, you lick the top again loving just loving the way he tasted. You were enjoying this too much, you could feel your pussy wetting at every suck you did to his cock, you pussy hurting with the need of being touched or fucked to be more specific.

‘’Ah, fuck. This is too good.’’ Steve felt like he was in heaven, literally. He couldn't move his eyes away from your mouth, he didn’t want to miss the way your mouth worked around him, sucking him, devouring him. He was 100% sure that he would never forget how good you looked, how you seemed to be enjoying sucking him off.

Too soon for his dismay, Steve knew he was going to come, his body was hot all over and his breath wasn’t that calm anymore. he couldn't fight it, just the way you looked could make a man cum in his pants.

‘’Im-- Im going to come… soon’’.

You hummed, letting him know that you were ready for him , that he could cum in your mouth without a problem, hell your mind was blinded and your tongue was anxious to taste him.

Steve couldn’t help it when your mouth went south and touched one of his little friends, his body tensed and as the first drop of cum left his tip as a loud groan left his mouth, his hands tangled harder in your hair making you stop from moving as he began to fuck your mouth with slow thrust as his cum kept filling your mouth, when he finally emptied himself, his hips stopped moving a his breath went still.

You swallowed looking up at him, his taste making you even more horny, not moving a muscle as you saw how his body began to relax, you were so damn hot for him, you wanted, needed him to fuck you NOW, but you knew he wasn't ready for it, not today, at least. Your mouth was still on him, sucking slowly now waiting to him for be the one who pull away when he wanted to. He did eventually,slowly, leaving his taste on your tongue.

Steve opened his eyes, blue shining, he looked like he was floating. A wide smile spreaded on his face as he focused his sight on you . ‘’I want to make you feel good too.”

‘’Sorry, you what?’’ You didn’t expect that at all.

‘’I want to go down on you, teach me how to please you,please? I really want to make you feel just as good as you made me feel, please?” He was practically begging you to let him go down on you

How could you say no to that?

Sorry for being MIA, I hope you all enjoy it, sorry for the mistakes english ismt my first language,next chapter will be up soon, promise! Anyways happy pride month and don’t forget Black Lives Matter!

Taglist (open ladies):

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@michelehansel

@shygamergirl01

@mrvelscaptains

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[sugarfreecapsicle]

blame both @moonstruckbucky & @captain-kelli for this one - it’s short, it’s a warm up and i’m hoping and praying to get some real lengthy writing done this week to take pressure off from the new job. 

There it is. All laid out, ugly and bare for the two of you to see. Steve’s jaw sets and his eyes bore into yours. That’s the Steve you know - fierce, determined, steadfast.

“If you think for one second that I don’t care about you, then...” he pauses and heaves in breaths from his nose, “then I don’t know you as well as I thought.”

Neither of you move a muscle. He holds his expression, fighting to control his anger. Not at you, never at you.

“You infuriate me. You undermine me constantly. You push every issue to the limit. And the worst of it? I can’t hate you for it.”

[queenofheartts-love]

A Second Chance (MCU FanFic)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Raven (OC)

Summary: Almost two years after the fight with Thanos Steve starts putting on meetings to help people who have lost someone. After doubting his feelings for Raven, Steve has now realized his feelings for her. This is the first night that they share together.

Warnings: SMUTTTT!!!! Little Fluff

Word Count: 3K

Author Notes: I promised y'all that this slow burn would turn up the heat!! I put in Raven's POV for all of the juicy details ;)

Let me know what y'all think :3 Feedback is very much appreciated!

If you would like to listen along with the story here's the Spotify Playlist

A Second Chance Masterlist

Chapter 7

Raven’s POV

(Insert ‘Monsters of the Sky’ by Stereo Alchemy)

“What do you want?” I asked Steve. I was being very bold exposing myself to him like this. I was never one to willing take my clothes off for a man. But knowing Steve he needed the extra push. I watched as he pulled his white shirt off and tossed it aside.

“I want to kiss every inch of you.” I took in a slow breath hearing his words. Immediately I could feel the heat between my legs; The slickness seeping out of my core as I looked at him. He really did look like he could have been made out of marble. Every muscle was extremely chiseled and defined. The light from the moon didn’t help with how much he looked like a greek god. I held my breath as he made his way over to me. I was inches away from his face when he lowered himself to me. Placing hands on both sides of my thighs.

“I want to make love to you.” He told me. I shivered at his words. I could feel my sex pounding with anticipation. I pushed myself up on the bed making my way towards my pillows as he crawled on top of me. His eyes were dark and full of lust just like they were when we were making out downstairs. My legs naturally parted for him to lay in between. His lips found mine once again. He kissed me so gently and tenderly almost if he was trying not to hurt me. My hands went to his sides before they slid to his back as we kissed. I parted my lips to lick his bottom lip. I smiled against him when I heard him groan. I was starting to like that sound. His tongue tapped my lips asking for permission to enter my mouth and I gave it to him. Our tongues tangled against each other. I shivered once more feeling his hand slide over my skin. I was barely used to his hand holding mine- feeling his hand on my bare skin was something completely different. I could feel a trail of heat wherever his hand touched me. My breath hitched in the back of my throat when his hand cupped my core.

“Okay?” He whispered out and I nodded in response. His lips went to my neck and I turned my head to the side letting him have full access to it. I let out a quiet moan feeling his hand run up and down my core- teasing me. I slide my hands down from his back to his hips and finally to the front of his jeans. I swallowed hard feeling the thick imprint that was in his pants.. Of course he had a huge dick. Why wouldn’t he? A smirk came to my lips hearing him groan against my neck as I stroked his imprint. My fingers unzipped his jeans, pushing them down as far as I could.

“Take those off.” I told him.

“Yes Ma’am.” He said in response before he sat up and removed his jeans. I looked up at him biting my lip seeing his large bulge inside of his boxers. There was something satisfying about knowing that I did that to him.

“Come back to me.” I whispered out and he fell right back on top of me. He really was the perfect soldier. A moan escaped me again just at the thought of him doing exactly what I wanted him too. It had been awhile since I’ve had sex with a man that was in it for pleasing me and not just to get his self off. I could tell by the way that Steve’s lips were attacking mine that he wanted to please me. I slid out of my lace bra for him, arching my back as his lips found my chest. He groaned against my skin hearing my moan. I shivered feeling his lips graze my nipple.

“You like that, Sweetheart?” Steve rasped out. Fuck I could have came just from hearing his voice. Why was his sex voice so fucking sexy…

“Yes…” I whispered out. He took my nipple into my mouth, flicking it with his tongue. My hand started to stroke his cock through his boxers letting him know that I liked what he was doing. Steve kissed across my breasts until he reached my other nipple and brought it into his mouth again. Flickering his tongue all over it until I let out another moan.

His hand slid inside of panties cupping my core once more. I thrusted my hips, pressing my sex against his hand. He groaned at my action and a smirk came to my lips. Steve removed his hand from me to grab the sides of my panties to pull them down and then off. I shivered at how I was completely naked underneath him. I bit down on my bottom lip waiting for him to touch me.

“You’re so beautiful, Sweetheart.” He hushed out. Steve pressed his lips back to mine. I kissed him, moving my lips against his. His tongue danced on my bottom lip. I gasped feeling Steve slide a finger into my warm slick sex. My back arched instantly as he pulled that finger out. His fingers rubbed my clit for a few moments causing moan after moan to escape me. His lips went back to my neck as he dipped his finger back into my core then pulled his finger out dangerously slow. I could feel just how wet I was based on how wet his finger was. I bit my lip hard knowing that I was dripping wet for him… because of him. I could feel a sweet pressure building up in my lower stomach. Steve made his way back up to my lips giving me soft pecks before he crashed his lips to mine. I started to sway my hips matching the circles his fingers were doing on my clit. Steve left me panting for air as he finally took his lips away from mine to go back to kissing my neck.

“Steve…” I whispered out knowing I was getting dangerously close to cumming. He slowed down the circles his fingers were making on my clit before he slid that same finger into me again. I gasped again feeling him add a second finger. I could feel how tight my walls were around his fingers, clenching against him as he pushed and pulled his fingers in and out of me.

“You’re so wet, Sweetheart.” He told me. I moaned again at his words. I loved that he called me sweetheart. I loved the feeling of being at his mercy. My hips started to ride his hand trying to get myself to my release that I was so close to getting to.

“Let me do that.” He said against my neck. I stilled my hips and panted for air, throwing my head back against my pillow. I whined as he pulled his fingers away from my pussy. Steve’s lips traveled down my neck to my chest. He stopped at my breasts planting kisses on them and licking both of my nipples once more. He then started to kiss down my body stopping to plant a kiss on my belly button. He then stopped once his face was in front of my core. I held my breath in anticipation as I felt his warm breath on my sex. He kissed the inside of my thigh trailing his kisses down until he got to my dripping core.

"Tell me what you like, Sweetheart." He told me. I gasped and lifted my hips feeling his tongue licking at my lips before he placed a kiss. He licked from my entrance up to my clit and then back down. He stopped for a moment before he began again.

“Right there…” I whispered and he stopped his tongue right at my pulsing clit. I rolled my hips to him begging him to continue. Slowly he traced his tongue around my clit. My hips instinctively rolled towards his face. I heard him chuckle before he danced his tongue around my clit perfectly. The pressure in my lower stomach was growing more and more by the second.

“Steve…”I panted out and he groaned against me. Slowly he slid his finger into me. Pumping it in and out to match my breath. My hands went to his hair holding his head in place as I grew closer to my climax.

“Faster…” I whispered out. He did just as I said and started to flick my clit with his tongue.

“Yes…” I panted out. I was so close; I felt as if I was standing on the edge of my climax just needing to be pushed.

“St- Steve… ” I moaned out before my breath was caught in my throat. Steve added a second finger into me stretching me out as my core started to throb and constrict around his fingers. My grip in his hair tightened as I screamed out feeling the sweet pressure of climax

“Fuck… Steve!” I cried out as my orgasm took over. The walls of my core clenching then throbbing around his fingers. My back arching then falling as I started to relax. I let go of his hair and brought my hand to my forehead pushing my hair out of my face. Steve pulled his fingers out of me and positioned himself above me. I reached up, grabbing his face in my hands and planted soft pecks to his lips.

“Was that alright?” He asked me and I nodded, stretching my legs out.

“That was amazing.” I told him. I noticed the proudful grin on his face and I raised a brow at him.

“Don’t tell me that was your first time?” I asked him and he just looked up at me giving me my answer. I shook my head at him matching his chuckle that he gave me.

“Of course you’re good at that.” I told him. Placing kisses on his lips again. My kisses got longer and longer after each one. My hunger for him wasn’t fully satisfied. With feeling his bulge on my thigh I wanted to see what he was hiding in his boxers. Steve placed his hand next to my head holding himself up and he lowered his waist on me.

“How do you want me?” I asked him, feeling that he was pretty hard against my thigh.

“On top.” He breathed out.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He said, placing a sweet kiss to my lips. I kissed him back as we rolled over switching positions. I crawled down him to pull off his boxers. I swallowed seeing his dick fully erect. I placed my hand on it and smiled when I heard Steve suck in a breath. I licked the length of his cock and then slid it into my mouth to wet it before I sat on it.

“Shit.” Steve mumbled. I bobbed my head up and down as I slid my mouth on him wrapping my tongue around the tip of his cock. I could hear his breaths become heavy. I moaned softly against his cock tasting the saltiness of his precum.

“Raven...” I heard him say and I took him out of my mouth. I looked up at him as I felt his fingertips stroke my side. I climbed on top of him. I leaned into his hand that he placed on my cheek. I closed my eyes as he slid his hand to the back of my neck and pulled me to him. He placed a peck to my lips and I returned it. He was so sweet and tender. I was expecting him to be more aggressive and animalistic but he wasn’t at all. He let go of neck and I positioned myself over his hips. I wasn’t quite sure that I could take all of his long thick cock but I was going to try. I hovered my sex over him and then grabbed his dick in my hand to guide it into my wet core before I slowly lowered myself onto him. I hissed out how tight I was and how much his cock was stretching me out.

“Fuck…” Steve hissed out and I looked at his face hearing his words. I had never heard him say that word before but I instantly knew that I wanted to make him say it again. I studied his face as I lowered myself on him. He was biting down on his lip pretty hard and his hands had fistfulls of the comforter. I raised my hips back up before I slid back down him again. Once I got a comfortable amount of cock in me and I grabbed his hands.

“Relax...” I whispered to him as I stared into those beautiful blue eyes of his. I raised my hips again and I felt him jerk under me. He was close already. I smirked at how tight he closed his eyes. I leaned forward, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Breathe...” I told him and he did as he was told. He slid his fingers inbetween mine and squeezed my hands.

“You feel so good…” He told me and I nudged his cheek as I rode him. I was happy that he was close because I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep this. I let out a moan feeling his cock starting to throb in me. I started to get into a grove of raising and lowering my hips over and over.

“Fuck.” I hushed out feeling that same building pressure in my lower stomach

“Raven.” Steve said as he let go of one my hands and grabbed my hip. I let go of his other hand allowing him to hold my waist in his hands. I let out another moan and closed my eyes enjoying the feeling of his cock filling me completely. I could the tip of his dick knocking at my cervix. My breathing was turning more into pants as I rode him, climbing to my high. I opened my eyes to see Steve underneath me, his eyes closed and lips parted. His brows were pushed together as if he was trying his hardest not to cum before me. I could tell that my thighs were beginning to shake and give up on me. I never realized how wide his hips were until I was on top of them.

“Move me.” I told Steve. His eyes sprung open. He looked at me and I nodded my head at him.

“Please.” I whispered out.

“Use me.” I told him and he squeezed both sides of my hips. I let out a breath as I felt him lift my hips with ease and then lower them. He started guiding my hips in the movement he wanted. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes feeling my high just around the corner. I loved the feeling of Steve lifting and lowering my hips with such ease. I loved the feeling of not having to do anything besides enjoy my second wave of pleasure. Each natural ridge of his cock rubbed me perfectly, sending me that much closer to the edge. I parted my lips as a familiar pressure started to build in my lower stomach again. I shivered hearing his grunts as he started to move my hips faster and faster matching the pace of my pants.

“Steve…” I moaned out knowing I was only seconds away from cumming.

“Oh...I know, Sweetheart.” He said to me as he gripped my hips even tighter. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt myself explode and my walls clench around his throbbing cock.

“Fuck” Steve said. Letting out a deep groan as he hit his release. He slowly stilled my hips as he filled me with his load. We were both left breathless- gasping for air. I slid my hand up from his stomach to his chest as a small smile came to lips.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered out. I could tell by the tone in his voice that he was back to the same Steve that I was growing to love. I could feel heat crawling over my cheeks hearing his words.

“You are also beautiful.” I told him. I heard him chuckle before he grabbed me and pulled my towards him. I hissed as he slid out of my now sore core.

“You okay?” He asked me as he held my face in his hands. His ocean blue eyes scanned my face and I let a light laugh escape me.

“I’m okay…” I told.

“I’m just sore is all. I’m okay.” I told him again as I watched the look of concern wash away from his face. He placed a peck to my lips and I gave him one back.

“Are you okay?” I asked him and he chuckled at my words. I placed my hand on his chest feeling the vibrations from his chuckle.

“I’m more than okay.” He told me and I turned my head to kiss his palm.

“I’m glad.” I told. I moved out of his grasp to go to my bathroom.

“You can stay the night if you’d like.” I told him from the bathroom. I had never wanted to be around anyone as much as I wanted to be around Steve. He made me question every interaction that I had with a man that wasn’t a friend or my brother.

“I would love to.” He responded. When I walked back into the room I bit my lip as he helped me take the decorative pillows off the bed. I couldn't help but to look how muscular he was. It was different than seeing him in clothes. It was almost better. I let a hum come out of my mouth as I thought about letting him have his way with me again. I pulled the covers back before slipping underneath them. I laid on my side of the bed and looked over at Steve who was already looking at me. He motioned his head at me and I raised a brow at him.

“Come here.” He whispered to me and I slid over to him. He lifted up his arm for me to lay next to him. I laid my head on his chest nuzzling against his skin as I felt his hand stroke my arm. He took a deep breath in and I smiled while my hand smoothed out his chest. I let out another hum feeling him kiss my head. I liked that we didn’t have to exchange words all the time. That he was perfectly content with sitting in silence with me. I was also amazed with how gentle he had been with me from the very beginning. He had been so patient and slow. I was starting to believe that he may be the first person that wasn’t going to break me. At least I hoped because I didn’t know if I would be able to pick the pieces back up this time.

**Divider provided by Firefly

[peaky-shelby]

Soulmates in new year

Author's note: helloo, this is my gift for @the-omni-princess and @bucky-smiles secret santa. I wanna apologise for being so late but I had no inspiration to write anything these days and this conceit was even harder for me because I've never written a soulmate au before and I don't think I've done it right to be honest with you so I'm sorry if this is not what you expected. I love youuu and have a very happy new year💖

When Tony Stark invited you to the Tower for the new year party you weren't as excited as other people would usually be. Tony Stark meant trouble and you had already too much on your plate to deal with whatever problems this party was going to cause you. Let alone that ones again you were alone, no soulmate or boyfriend and one thing you know for sure is that you weren't going to find him among the rich and powerful people that Tony had invited. Your soulmate was probably nowhere near Tony's circles, in your mind he was a gentle and calm man with a cute smile and a usual job.

"(y/n)" Tony's familiar voice stole you away from your daydream, you turned around quickly to meet his gaze, spilling a little bit of champagne on the ground. "can you be more careful with that?"

"yes I'm sorry- you startled me!" you left your glass on the bar. You could feel his eyes scanning you up and down like he was searching for something specific. Then in a low voice he asked if you were OK and all you could do was nod and laugh, that fake laugh you usually used as a shield from other people. A laugh to cover the emptiness you were feeling. Yet his eyes remained on you, not falling for your little play.

"still no soulmate?" he asked and you shrugged. If this was a movie people would have already changed the channel bevayse of your silence. You thought that waving it away with a shrug would make it seem like you didn't actually care about it. Tony knew you better, after 5 years of working together he could see right through you.

"tony-"

"there's somebody I want you to meet!" he said before you could even finish your sentence and then held you by the hand, dragging you with him past the crowded room and out in the balcony. It was mostly empty, except from a coupe in the corner and a man in the other end, sitting alone and looking at his hand. You couldn't see clearly from where you were standing but there was something like a scar on his palm, almost the same as your soulmate mark but you knew better than to get your hope's up.

Tonny pulled you closer to the unknown man and his figure was becoming clearer the closer you got. His blonde hair, his firm shoulders, his... Smell... You knew that smell. Or at least it felt like it. When you were close enough tony inrtuduced you and the man stood up. He was much taller than you thought he'd be and as he looked down on you with his blue crystal eyes, your heart melted like snow in spring.

"I'm Steve" he said shaking your hand and as his palm touched yours, he noticed your mark too. You noticed a sudden spark in his eyes, a sign of hope like he had found something he had been looking for for a long time.

"I'm (y/n)" you replied, you voice baeey above a whisper. His eyes stayed on you, scanning you up and down, there was a question on the tip of his tongue struggling to slip in between his lips. You were so concentrated on him you didn't even realise Tony had left you alone.

"do you think.." he didn't finish the question, the last words got trapped in his mouth. You looked in your hands, your mark and than his. Wondering, thinking, could it be? Then from inside you could hear the people counting down the seconds, the new year was coming, a new life was beginning for everyone.

"six...five.."

You gulped, gathering all your courage in one breath and let the next words slip your lips in sound. "there's only one way to find out." you said and as the crowd cheered and the fireworks colored the sky, he leaned in and kissed you. There was no doubt then, nothing. Electricity rose from your bodies into the air and you both knew you had finally found your soulmate.

[elatedmarvel]

Fallingwater

Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: A whirlwind romance takes you on a roller coaster of emotions. 

Word Count: 2,555

AN: I know it’s NYE and I should post a story about NYE but this was due and I’m so proud of it. This is for @nacho-bucky​‘s writing challenge! Thank you so much for hosting Cait, I had so much fun writing this. My prompt was the song Fallingwater by Maggie Rogers (one of my favs songs ever, it was number 2 on my 2019 most listened). I legit did about 5 outlines before i realized I hated them all, and then listened to the song on repeat for a day before coming up with this. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Slightly angsty and mention of sexy times. 

“The moment I set eyes on her, I knew she was the one. I thought I was doing so well, but then I met her and it was like everything was under a spell.”

It was probably too early to be doing shots, but you couldn’t care. You slurred your way through a speech, how hard you worked, how much you sacrificed to become the Director of R and D at Stark Inc. Your friends cheered loudly, some whooping, before you tilted your head back and let the alcohol burn its way down your throat. 

Your face hurt, but you couldn’t stop smiling. Everything you had worked for just came true, and now you were the youngest co-Director of R and D in the company’s history. Drinks with the girls seemed like the only fitting way to celebrate. 

Your friend, Natasha, was letting everyone know how much you deserved this promotion when your eyes caught his. Suddenly, every word Natasha said was drowned out, and the whole bar became fuzzy expect for him. 

His full lips formed into a smile, and he tilted his beer your way. Quickly he turned to his friend before sliding off his chair and walking towards you. Somehow you managed to meet him in the middle, not even sure when your legs had moved.

“Hi” you breathed. 

“Hey, you’re the new co-director or R and D at Stark’s right?” and his charming smiled almost laid you flat on the floor.

“Yeah... that’s me” surprised he recognized you.

“Sorry, I just realized how creepy that must have sounded, I just work there too. Name’s Steve, I’m the director of graphic design. Tony and Bruce were gushing about you at our meeting today.” he chuckled to himself. “I have to say, you’re a very impressive person.” 

“Thank you! It’s been amazing to work at Stark Inc and I still can’t believe I got promoted. It feels like a dream, to be honest.” 

“Trust me, from what they told me, they would be crazy not to promote you.” 

The moment of silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. You took the time to really get a good look at him. Dimples, blond fluffy hair, and a jawline that could cut through pizza. Meeting his eyes again, you blushed at being caught. 

“Do you wanna dance?” he asks, hopeful. All you can do is nod. 

The night passes by fast. One moment your dancing and laughing at the bar, and the next, your kissing his luscious lips and pulling off your own shirt. 

Rolling over the next morning, you were met with the glorious sight of a naked and sleeping Steve Rogers. His hair was fanned out, and the sunlight peaking in hit him in all the right spots. It was torture getting out of bed and putting on your clothes, you wanted to stay and trace his freckles all day. 

The sound of the front door clicking shut woke him up. Squinting from the intrusive light, he blindly felt the bed for your soft figure, wanting to curl up with you and fall back asleep. The paper on the pillow pulled his attention and he opened the note enough to read. 

Thanks for the magical night! Call me sometime XXX-XXX-XXXX.

“She’s the light in the dark places in my life. No one could compare to her.”

Just like that, you’re hooked. 

The next time you meet is at your first meeting with the rest of the Directors at Stark Inc. Excited to be formally introduced, and wanting to make a good impression, you had arrived early with bagels and coffee for the meeting. 

You’re busy thanking Peter, the intern, for helping you, when he waltzes in. The navy suit he’s wearing does nothing for what you know is underneath. Most things don’t do him justice, it’s like he was carved by Michelangelo himself. And just like that, you’re brought back to Friday night, sweaty bodies and sultry kisses played in your mind. 

You jump slightly as Bruce comes in and begins to chat with you. He’s already talking about making improvements to the new AI you’re building, but you’ve zoned out too long to really catch what he’s saying, so you simply nod along

Steve’s eyes flicker to yours, and you can see the mirth behind his smile. Busted. You hope the office lighting washes out your blush. And just as Bruce segways into another project, Tony Stark himself waltzes into the room, officially saving your ass. 

Everyone takes a seat, and the meeting commences, but you’re far less energetic about it now. You try to focus on what Tony is saying, you really do, but you can’t stop thinking about the blue eyed man sitting on the opposite side of the table. It’s hard not to look at him, even his profile is drool worthy. 

Hoping to god your bsing skills are up to par, you ohh, ahh and nod at the right times. Chancing another glance Steve, you find he’s already looking at you. The smile comes easy to your face before you hear Tony clear his throat. 

Looking around, you realize that everyone was looking at you, and you’re racking your brain to see if you remembered to put on deodorant this morning. 

“Y/N, do you want to introduce yourself, or do you want to keep ogling Steve there?” Tony asks, and you’ve never wanted the ground to swallow you more than you have in this moment. 

Clearing your throat and sneaking a sip of water, you gather your wits quickly and introduce yourself, and also give a brief overview of the projects you have and are working on. 15 minutes later, you’re pretty sure everyone had forgotten about Tony’s snide remark as you give the floor back to your boss to wrap up the meeting. 

Everyone takes turns coming up to you and congratulating you, shaking your hands and other pleasantries that you really don’t care for. Of course, Steve is the last person to approach and your heart skips a beat as he pulls you in for a hug. God he smells amazing. 

“You were great! I really can’t wait to work with you.” he states earnestly. You give a weak smile, and chastise yourself for being so smitten with someone you just met.  

“Thank you, I had a lot of great mentors.” you say, cursing your voice for breaking at the end. 

Steve’s hand falls to the small of your back, and guides you out of the conference room. 

“I’m really impressed with the latest model vibranium shield, looks like it could really be useful to someone in combat.” the mention of one of your projects has you lighting up, and chatting up a storm as you enter the elevator

“Yes! Bruce told me you were the one to sketch the design first, and I have to say that it inspired us to go sleek and lightweight. We really wanted--” but you don’t get to finish because his lips are on yours. It takes you a moment to process, but then you kiss back with as much fervor as you can manage. 

His hands find your waist, and work their way up, while yours find his hair and neck. Anything you both could do to get closer, full on making out like high schoolers in the elevator. 

The ding alerts you that the door is about to open, and you break apart. Your struggling for breath, and your lips feel swollen. The women that entered the elevator takes a moment to take in your ragged breathing and Steve’s messy hair before smirking. “I’ll take the next one.”

The moment the doors close, you both burst into laughter. 

“Well, she sure won’t be forgetting us” you giggle. Steve hums in agreement before taking a step towards you and kissing your forehead.  

“10 bucks says that Tony’ll know before lunch” he chuckles. 

“Oh, I’m sure he already knows.” you states, pointing up to the security camera in the corner. 

Steve groans before burying his head in your neck. “Worth it” you hear him murmur. 

The following weeks follow much the same.

Stolen kisses and little notes are passed between the two of you in the halls. Flowers show up more in your office, and Steve has never had as many baked goods in his life as he does now. 

You make a point to keep it casual, not referring as dates, no staying over at each other’s places. It’s supposed to be light and breezy.

Take out when one person is working late, breaks in each other’s office to rant or feel each other up, bubbles baths after a stressful day. It all falls into place and becomes domestic, and you never even realized the moment it had stopped being casual. 

It’s a whirlwind that becomes too much when you hear three words from Steve. 

“I love you” 

“It feels like I’m stuck upstream without her.”

You’re still panting, and you can feel it in your bones. His skin is glistening with sweat, and you both revel in the afterglow. You know the moment can’t last forever, but you hope to stretch it as long as possible. 

You sigh before pressing one last kiss to his lips and throwing the covers off your legs. You can feel his eyes staring at your back as you gather your clothes from the floor, cursing yourself for so carelessly throwing your bra somewhere you can’t find. 

“Stay” he states, and you’ve never wanted anything more. 

“You know I can’t” you say as you pull up your pants and button them, ignoring the way your hands shake.

“It’s getting late, just stay the night.” he begs, sliding from the bed to pull you into an embrace. He knows how to play dirty.

“I need to go Steve.” you state more firmly, his arms dropping from around you as he takes a step back to study you. After his gaze feels too strong, you start to throw on the rest of your clothes, hoping to leave before doing something you’ll regret. 

“Is this because I told you I love you?” he asks, and your heart leaps into your throat. The feeling of panic begins to ebb into your bones, the same feeling you had when the words left his mouth the first time. 

You had gotten ice cream stuck in your hair. He was helping you get the liquid out of your hair while you lamented about good ice cream going to waste. It was so quiet and inconspicuous that if it weren’t for the panic forming, you would have missed them. 

Laughing nervously, you thanked him for his help and made some dumb excuse to go home as fast as possible. The week that followed was so normal that you were sure he forgot the incident. 

Apparently not.

“No, I just need to go home” voice shaking. “Why are you ignoring this?” he asks. 

“I’m not.”

“Stop denying it! I’m sorry that this freaks you out, but I’m not sorry for you knowing how I feel about you!”

“You can’t actually feel that way! We’ve known each other for 2 months!” you yell back.

“It doesn’t matter how long we’ve known each other because I know how I feel. I love you!” he shouts back, arms gesticulating wildly, it would be funny if you weren’t drowning in the moment.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Say how you feel, say you love me or that you don’t. But say something!” and now he’s pacing back and forth, hands running through his hair. You can tell he’s frustrated, but you can’t seem to feel anything but cold. It’s moving too fast and starting to spiral, and you just want it to stop for a moment. 

“You always tell me just what I’m supposed to say, as if it could be any other way.” you say quietly. It’s not true, you know it’s not, but in the heat of the moment, it’s all you could do to defend yourself.

It’s silent for a moment, he’s stopped pacing and you just stare at each other.  

The stand still is getting to you, and you can’t bare it another second. Grabbing your bag from the chair, you practically run to his door and throw it open. 

The sound of the door shutting feels more like a knife severing your relationship. 

“So, to most amazing woman in the world, I love you Pepper, and I will never stop.”

The applause brings you back to the moment, Tony and Pepper’s wedding reception. Tears you didn’t notice slide down your face, and you dab them away quickly, hoping no one noticed.

Since that fateful night one month ago, you’ve replayed your relationship multiple times. Every time you see him in the halls, you recall a night of passion. Meetings were spent thinking about jokes that you and Steve would have passed back and forth. Laying in bed, you thought of all the things you wish you had said on that final night. 

You excuse yourself from the table, feeling claustrophobic, and make your way towards the bar. You had already seen Steve at the wedding, and if he was going to look so gorgeous, you were going to get drunk enough to forget. 

An arm catches you on the way, and the way goosebumps rise on your skin, you know it’s him. Turning to face him, you could cry at how much better he looks up close. He had grown a slight beard, and the black suit fit him like a glove. You were sure everyone would be staring at him. 

“Hi, dance with me?” he asks, so simple, so loaded. 

You think for a moment before nodding. He gently sweeps you into his embrace, and you melt into him. It feels right, like everything before was unknowingly wrong. 

“I miss you” you breathe, not wanting to disturb the moment. 

“Me too” He hums, the vibrations tickling where your forehead meets his cheek. “I think about you all the time. Life is much more boring without you by my side.”

You both continue to sway, to content to do much else. There hasn’t been a moment that felt as warm and safe as this, this was home. It’s where you wanted to be for the rest of your life, and you’re not scared anymore. 

“I never meant anything I said that night, I was terrified Steve. It was all happening so fast and it was overwhelming. I never loved you fully in the way I could.” tears welling up in your eyes. 

He pulls his head back far enough to look at you before bringing his thumb to wipe the tears that escaped down your cheek. 

“I pushed too hard. I didn’t think about how you felt. I was scared of losing you, and I thought that fighting for you was the way to go instead of catching you.” 

You shake your head and let out a laugh, “we were both idiots.” His arms wrap around you tighter, pressing a kiss to your forehead, he laughs along with you. 

“I’m not scared anymore.” you state. Before you know it, his soft lips are back on his. 

Breaking apart, you know you have the biggest grin on your face.

“I’m like fallingwater.”

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[princessmisery666]

Operation Mistletoe (Steve Rogers x You) - reblog

Summary: Sam & Wanda put a plan in motion to get Steve to kiss the reader under the mistletoe. 

Warnings: Fluff, one bad word (two if dildo counts as a bad word), sarcasm, Christmas Movie is said a lot, Sam Wilson doesn’t shut up!

Word Count: 3.1k

Characters: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov, (Pepper, Vision and Bucky mentioned.)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (she/her/Y.N)

https://princessmisery666.tumblr.com/post/188360925304/operation-mistletoe-marvel-fic

[steves-on-a-plane]

Homefront Hero

Written for: @star-spangled-bingo​ 2021!  (& All Caps Flash Bingo!)   *Crossover Fic*  Words: 1161 All Caps Flash Square Filled: Crossover  Pairing: No pairing, general fic! Cast Of Characters: Steve Rogers & Molly McIntire Warnings: None, E for everyone!   Summary: Nine-Year-Old Molly McIntire and her friends are excited for the town’s “Helping From the Homefront.” event. Molly will be performing a special tap solo and the one and Only Captain America is coming to town. Molly wonders if she’ll get a chance to meet the famous Captain since she’s performing in the show with him. 

The town of Jefferson, Illinois was deck out in stars and stripes from nearly every visible street corner. The town council had wanted everyone to display their most patriotic decorations as part of an event happing that weekend, “Helping From the Homefront.” The event was going to showcase all of the different ways people could contribute to the war effort from home.

There would be exhibitions on things like the best way to start a victory garden and cooking recipes with substitutions for rationed items. What had most of the town really jazzed up was the War Bond rally that was supposed to kick off on Saturday morning. While intended as a way to encourage folks to buy war bonds the rally would also feature entertainment. Something that had been in short supply since the war had started.

No one was more excited for the rally than nine-year-old Molly McIntire. Not only was Molly getting to perform a tap solo at the rally with the rest of her dance school. The special guest coming to town wasn’t a movie star like Melody Moore or a local radio host giving a speech. Instead, it was Captain America! Molly had been seeing clips of Captain America traveling the country selling war bonds during the news reels before movies at the cinema for months. She never dreamed that Jefferson would be lucky enough to host him.

“Molly, do you think you’ll get to meet Captain America since you’ll be dancing in the show?” One of Molly’s very best friend’s, Susan, asked. The two girls were walking with their other best friend Linda. They were on their way home from tap rehearsal, their last one before the rally.

“We’re all dancing in the show.” Linda reminded Susan.

“I know, but Molly’s the star!” Susan exclaimed.

“I don’t know, but I asked Jill to help me curl my hair just in case!” Jill was Molly’s older sister and though they didn’t always get along, even Jill couldn’t deny that Captain America was a dreamboat.

“Excuse me, girls.” Molly, Linda and Susan had been so busy chatting about Captain America’s visit they did notice a man approaching them from the other end of the street. They’d nearly collided with him before he said something.

“Sorry!” All three girls apologized.

“It’s alright.” The man assured them. He was wearing a plaid blue and brown button up shirt tucked into a pair of tan slacks. There was something familiar about him, but Molly couldn’t quite place it. “We you girl’s talking about Captain America?”

“Yes.” Lind confessed. “We’re all terribly excited that he’s coming.”

“I imagine you are. He seems like a swell fella.” The man seemed to laugh at a joke only he would understand. “Say I’m new to town and pretty turned around here. Any chance you could point me in the direction of…” He paused to glance down at a slip of paper in his hands. “467 Oak Street?” The Three girls exchanged a look.

“Molly isn’t that your…” Susan began to ask but Molly shushed her.

“Why do you need directions to there?” Molly asked, trying her best to sound inquisitive and not huffy.

“I’m here as part of the War Bonds rally.” The man explained. “There were some last-minute changes to our accommodations and a few of us are spending the weekend with host families who were kind enough to put us up. That’ the address of mine.”

“We can show you the way.” Molly volunteered. “That’s my address.”

“Well, that’s mighty lucky for me then.” The man smiled.

“I’m Molly, that’s Linda, and Susan.” She introduced.

“You can call me Steve.” He told her.

“Nice to meet you Steve.” Molly smiled. They began walking again towards Molly’s house.

“Steve, what do you do at War Bond rallies?” Linda asked.

“Have you met Captain America?” Susan questioned.

“I do lots of different things.” Steve shrugged. “Mostly I give speeches about why the war bonds are important. I’ve met Captain America once or twice.” He smirked.

“Really?” All three girls exclaimed as they turned onto Oak Street.

“What’s he like?” Molly wanted to know.

“Same as everybody else.” Steve insisted.

“There’s no way.” Susan disagreed. “Captain America is really strong!”

“Well, here we are.” Molly announced as they reached her address. “Everyone wait here, I’ll go get Mom.”

Molly entered the house to find her Mom had already gathered everyone else in the living room. Jill was sitting on the couch with their five-year-old brother Brad. Their fifteen-year-old brother Ricky was sitting beside them.

“Oh, good! Molly, you’re home.” Mom smiled when she spotted Molly. “You’re just in time to hear my big announcement. Apparently, there was a problem at the hotel some of the folks were staying in and so they asked for volunteers for a few of the people in down to hosts our guests.”

“I know.” Molly told her. “I’ve met ours already!”

“You have? How?” Mom asked.

“He was lost and happened to run into Susan, Linda and me.” Molly explained. “He’s waiting outside.”

“Outside?” Mom repeated already walking toward the front door. Sure enough there was a Blonde man standing there, getting bombarded with questions from Linda and Susan. Girls!” Mrs. McIntire called out to Linda and Susan. “Why don’t you head on home. I’m sure your mothers are looking for you.”

“Yes Mrs. McIntire.” Linda and Susan agreed.

“Sorry about them.” Mrs. McIntire apologizes. “I’m Helen. Molly tells me you’re our new guest. Why don’t you come inside?”

“That’s me ma’am.” Steve nodded. He stepped inside at her invitation. “Sorry to be the cause of such trouble, Helen. I told them I’d be just as fine sleeping in a tent or under the stars, but they were pretty insistent about putting me up somewhere.”

“Well, we’re glad to have you…” Mom smiled.

“Sorry! Captain Steve Rogers Ma’am.” He introduced himself. “You can just call me Steve.”

“Say, you’re Captain America!” Ricky exclaimed, running over from the couch.

“No, he’s not,” Molly argued. “He just said his name is Steve.”

“Captain America’s real name Steve you idiot.” Ricky argued back.

“Ricky!” His mother scolded him. “Apologize to your sister.” Ricky mumbled a half-hearted apology to his sister as Jill walked over carrying Brad.

“I’m afraid your brother’s right, Miss Molly. I am Captain America.” Steve confessed. “Though, Mr. Ricky, I don’t appreciate your use of language. If it weren’t for Miss. Molly here, I’d still be lost and turned around somewhere. I owe her big time.”

Molly couldn’t believe it. She, Linda and Susan had been so preoccupied with hoping they might meet Captain America that they did even notice he’d been walking with them all along. She knew she’d have to remember everything that happened at dinner so that she could report it back in Linda and Susan in the morning. She was definitely going to start with the fact that Captain America said he owed her a favor.

[fireandbloodtargaryenn]

Something Important Part 2 / Finale.

Tags: @mayafatimakhan and @hgacutan

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warning: Minimum Angst & Fluff

Summary: Civil War happened and your love was torn between Steve and your father Tony. Steve needs to keep you out of harm and while you deal with two life changing events.

Now after Civil War happened, soon came the Infinity War and the snap claimed your son Grant was affected by the Snap/Blip you’d both do whatever it takes to get your son back.

Part 1 | Master List & Prompt List

Steve brought you close for a tight hug, Steve knew what he had to do in order to bring your son back. His eyes drifted towards a picture of Steve and Bucky during the war.

Then he looked back at all the family pictures and was reminded more of his son Grant, you both wanted your son back more than life itself, no matter what, no matter the cost or the price to pay, just to bring him back.

Then Steve pulled away from you and looked at you with such love and devotion while tears were building up in your eyes while you tried so hard not to cry, the pain right now was unbearable.

“I will bring him back y/n, but first I need to head out and make a few calls and I will be back ok my love, I will come home as soon as possible.” said Steve as he cupped his hands on your face and kissed you.

“Okay...please come back with some good news okay?” as you kissed Steve back, your hands were pressed on his shoulders then you wrapped your arms around his torso and squeezed him tightly.

Once you both pulled apart Steve quickly kissed you and then he quickly walked out of the house and onto his motorcycle.

Steve later came back within a few hours as you were sitting on your bad thinking and trying to comprehend on what has happened in the last few hours, Steve came and saw you and explained what has happened on his end of things.

“Time travel, is that even possible?” you asked with much confusion.

“I know it’s hard to wrap your mind across it, but we believe that it can work, have to go back and try and defeat Thanos once and for all” said Steve.

You got up from your bed and walked over to Steve with your arms folded, your eyes were more puffy than before, so Steve automatically knew that you were crying before he turned up and pulled you in for another hug.

“I am going to do this Y/N, for our son and to try and get him back, for us” said Steve after awhile of silence.

“You...you will?” you said in surprise.

“You’re a mess, i’m a mess. We miss our son, i’m going to do whatever it takes to get our son back and I mean it” Then Steve kissed your forehead as you sighed in relief.

You knew what was going to happened and you knew full well what the cost, effects and consequences were going to be if this did not work and go according to plan, she would loose her son forever and you could not bear the thought of loosing your one and only son if they fail.

You never gave up home that someday, Grant will magically come home and everything will be fine and go back to how things were before the Snap, you could only hope and dream at this stage, you wish and hoped that it would go back to the way things were.

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A few days later.

While Steve and the rest of the Avengers were working their asses off to reverse the effects of the Snap, within those five long years since the snap, missing and longing for your son Grant.

You started to think and doubt that this mission would not work or go out the way that it would plan, you had a funny feeling within your gut that it could go either way.

Every single day since the snap, you went down to the memorial to see and pay your respects to your son even when Steve wasn't able to come down with you, you still went alone with or without Steve.

Not long after you came home from the memorial pillars, something in your gut was telling you that something big was going to happen today and it did. You knew Steve told you that today was the day and staying home was your only option incase Grant home.

You also had high hopes that your father Tony Stark would succeed too, you saw him quite often after the snap, he lost his only grandson which made him more egar to carry out this project.

The minutes and the hours seemed like an eternity that was never seemed to go anymore slower than they did, so as you were sitting on the couch trying to distract yourself, something caught your attention.

You perked your head up for a brief moment and right in front of your eyes, Grant started to appear right before you! You dropped everything and went down to the floor to greet him faster than you could ever imagine.

“Grant? Grant!” as you fell to the floor and screamed his name

Your eyes were filled with happy tears and joy as Grant cried out to you, you were never so happy to see someone in your entire life time, Grant wiggled his way out of your arms and started to run around the room and managed to find his toys and started playing with them.

Suddenly within a few minutes later, the door bell rang, you left Grant to play with his toys for the time within five years, just so you could open the door to see who was there.

“Happy?” as you answered the door and saw Happy.

“I’m really sorry Y/N, Mr. Stark didnt make it, he...used the Stones and sacrificed himself just to bring everyone back.” as Happy spoke.

Tears were building up and threatened to leave your face as you tried to hold them back and then you started crying into your hands as Happy came in and gave you a hug.

You cried even more when Happy hugged you, crying hysterically into his shoulder as you gained your son back, but loosing your father In the process. Happy pulled away and gave you Tony Stark’s will plus a box full of other things  as well.

Steve Quickly came back as he could on his motor bike to come and see you and his son, Grant. As soon as he pulled up, he noticed Happy already beat him here to the house, he quickly ran down to the house and seen the pair of you, he hugged you tightly.

“Grant! Where’s my son!” he shouted.

Steve walked into the lounge room and saw his son for the first time within five years and he quickly went over to him and Grant squealed “dada!” Steve picked him up and gave him a huge cuddle.

You turned to Happy and thanked him and mentioned that funeral arrangements will soon follow tomorrow morning and the funeral later in the week.

Afte that you closed the door to spend time with your family for the first time in years. You could get used to this feeling all over again, this was the happiest, but the saddest day of your life

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It was a beautiful but cool autumn morning, you put on a black dress and heels, and after you dressed up Grant in black clothing and were putting his shoes on when Steve in a black suit and tie.

When you arrived and everyone else did, you received hugs and sympathy from the people and friends that you knew, you were thankful that everyone came In support of each other and for your father, Tony Stark.

As the funeral presession began, Tony wanted you to follow in his foot steps and take over Stark Industries when he passed away, an offer which you Kindly accepted now that the time has come.

While it was going on, you could help but wonder and think if things happened differently and he didnt use the gauntlet and someone else used it instead of him? Thats what you were wondering along with all of the fond and happy memories.

You never forgot what your father did for you and what you did for him. You will miss him just like everyone else misses him also, you will never forget the man he became and how he bulit an empire within Stark Industries and the world would not be the same without him.

As the coffin was being laid to the ground for the last time, you put flowers and petals as you were holding Grant on your hip trying even more harder to hold back the tears.

“Until I see you again father, I will carry on your legacy” you muttered.

[notyetneedcoffee]

No Take Backs

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, smut below

A/N: Written for @wkemeup​ ‘s 4k Challenge. My prompt, “Do me this one favor and I promise, I’ll never ask anything else of you again.” is in bold. Thanks for letting me play!

Steve Rogers stalked through the common room of the Avengers Compound as if he were steeling himself for war. Only he was headed for his suite. You looked back at Sam, who followed more slowly. He stopped beside you, snatching a handful of popcorn from your bowl.  

“Cap okay?” You asked.  

“Says he is.” Sam frowned.  

“But you don’t buy it.” Your gaze drifted back to the hall leading to the Captain’s rooms. “Is he experiencing side effects from Banner’s treatment?”

Sam grunted. “What does Rogers say? The serum enhances everything; his power, his health, who his is. I think when he got hit with that neurotoxin, Banner was right to basically hit him with something that kicked his system into overdrive to burn it out. But personally, I think he’s feeling – I don’t know – on overdrive.”

“Hmm.” You handed Sam the bowl of popcorn. A wild idea came to mind, something akin to poking a bear with a short stick.

You knocked on Steve’s door. It took a moment for him to answer. He looked down at you leaning on the door frame. “It’s not a good time.”

“Really? I have the feeling it’s the perfect time.” You pushed by him, into his living room. He said your name in exasperation, but didn’t kick you out so you pushed on. “I’ve been watching you. I think you’re not as ‘fine’ as you claim to be.”

He crossed his arms, glaring at the wall over your shoulder. “What makes you think that?”

“Steve,” you took a step closer and tipped your head to look up at him. “You are not just strung tighter that Barton’s bow string. It’s not just your metabolism and your energy that’s effected. I think all those strong feelings you experience all time are just exploding.”  

Steve wouldn’t look at you, he stared over your shoulder. You took a half a step closer, placing you mere inches from him, but he did not back away. His body practically hummed.  

“I think there’s something driving you mad, and you’re worried if you let it out you won’t be able to pull it back in.” You watched him take a deep breath through his nose. “What is it, Steve? What are you feeling that’s got you so wound up?”

He swallowed hard. “Just go.”

“Is that what you really want?” You breathed, so close you could feel the heat radiate off him.  

“Please, go” Steve closed his eyes. “Do me this one favor and I promise, I’ll never ask anything else of you again.”

“Why, Steve?” You risked placing your hand on his chest.  

His large hand encircled your wrist, and he leaned closer. You felt his breath against your lips. “Because if you don’t, I will do things I cannot take back.”

“What, Steve?” Your free hand slid across his waist. “What do you want to do?”

His hand gripped you by the back of the neck, his nose rubbing along the side of yours. “To fuck you.” He growled. “To make you mine. I want you and I can’t contain it right now.”

“I never wanted you to contain it.” You breathed. “I want you, have since the beginning.”

With a groan, Steve’s mouth crashed into yours. His arm pulled you tight against him, his hand cradling your head. Hot and wet, his tongue battled with yours. You moaned, chest heaving, and his fingers dug into your ass, pulling you practically off your feet. Your fingers pulled at his hair.

Steve broke the kiss, swallowing hard. He pressed his forehead to yours. “You should go. I should be gentle. You deserve...god, I should go slow, cherish you.”

You lightly nipped his lower lip with your teeth. “But I want you, Steve. Want all of you, not just what you think you’re supposed to be.” He moaned, rutting the hard evidence of his need into your body, hand tightening on your ass. You licked his lip. “You can show me. I trust you. I won’t break.”

Steve studied your face intently. A wicked smile curls his lips and he suddenly let you go. Shocked, you stumbled back, only to have him catch you by the shirt. With deft hands, he pulled your shirt over your head. When you reached for him, he caught your hands and shook his head. “I want to.”

He pulled his tee off, cause you to involuntarily lick your lips. His smile widened as he reached around to unclasp your bra with one hand, filling his other with your breast as he tossed it away. Kneading, thumb and finger pinching, he drank down your moan in deep kiss. Steve trailed wet, open-mouthed  kisses down your throat until sucking hard on your nipple.

“Ah, fuck yes!” Your fingers dug into his shoulders.  

His hands pulled at your pants, yanking them down so you could kick them away. Dropping to his knees, Steve pulled you close. His hands gripped your ass, mouth running hot kisses down your belly to your mound.  

“Great ass,” He breathed deep. “So sweet.”

You squeaked when Steve suddenly rose to his feet, lifting you with him. Laying you across the table, he angled your legs apart. Spread wide, exposed, being devoured by his hungry stare, you felt yourself dripping with excitement.  

Steve buried his face between your legs, lapping, licking, sucking, with vigor. Hot tongue dipping into your cunt. Lips sucking at your clit. Feral rumbles from his chest. You back bowed off the table. So good. Heat coiled low and your thighs twitched. You cried out, “Steve!”

Two fingers slid into your soaking cunt. He stood over you, pumping against your g spot hard. You squirmed, dancing on the cusp. His other hand closed over your throat with pressure, but not choking. Wet, sloppy noises filled the room. Your eyes clamped shut.

“Look at me.” Steve commanded. He stared into your eyes, “I want to see you come. Want to see you come for me.” He squeezed just a little harder, pumped his thick fingers into your pussy a little faster. “Now.”

“Fuck!” You came apart, shaking under his hold, flood over his hand, burning.  

Steve was suddenly gone.

You lifted your head to see him kick away his jeans. His cock in hand. He ordered. “Get over here.”  

Slipping off the table and onto your knees. He held himself in front of your face. You licked the precum from the head of his cock before running your tongue along his length. You wrapped your hand around him, licking him again before taking him fully in your mouth. Your other hand ran over his thigh, slipping around to his perfect ass.  

Steve fought to keep from fucking into your mouth, though his hands wound in your hair tightly. You sucked harder, taking him deep, humming. He growled, pushing deep. “Yes!”  

You enjoyed the noises, the reactions, you pulled from him. He was magnificent. Before he got too close, Steve pulled you to your feet to kiss you hard. His hand moved from your hair to your throat again. Steve spun you around and pulled your back against his chest. The fingers of his free hand slicked over your clit. His teeth nipped at the back of your neck. Shivers ran down your spine.  

The length of his cock pressed against you, rubbing between your ass cheeks. His breath washed over your skin. Teeth biting your ear. “Going to fuck you, Sugar. Want to watch you come apart.”

“Yes,” you panted. “Please, Steve, fuck me.”  

He bent you over the table, hands sliding over your ass. His finger gathered the slickness from between your legs. “So pretty.” He rubbed his cock along your entrance. “So soft.” He pushed in with growl. “So tight.”  

“Yes!”  

His fingertips dug into your hips and he pounded into you deep. Your breath exploded from your lungs. Steve fucked you hard, fast, his hands holding you in place. Skin slapping skin. You clawed at the table, tension coiling, heat spreading.  

Steve grabbed your hair, arching your back. His other hand spread wide, just over your mound, pushing. Your nerves exploded as his cock slammed into just the right spot, made more intense by the pressure of his hand. His wet mouth locked onto the junction of your neck. Your legs shook.

“Oh, fuck, Steve!”

“Yes,” he growled. “Feels so fucking good. Come for me.”

You did, shaking hard, coming over his cock, down your thighs.  

“Yes, sugar.” Steve flipped you over, back on the table. Pulling your legs over his shoulders, he buried himself in you again. Fucking you hard, you never came down. He only pushed you higher. His thumb rubbed over your clit. You panted. Whined. Nerves caught fire.  

“I’m gonna, ah fuck, Steve,” you practically cried. “I’m gonna come again.”

“Yes!” He thrust harder, faster.

You shook, coming apart, breath leaving you. You gave a silent scream, losing all control.  

His voice grew hoarse, tight. “So pretty. Ah, fuck. Gorgeous.”  

With a few more strokes, Steve let go, growling out his release. Steve’s head fell forward, resting between your breasts. His hands slid over your thighs, gentle and warm. Your legs and arms wrapped around him as you came back to Earth.

Steve slid from you with a sigh. He gathered you in his arms, picking you up. Arms around his shoulders and face nuzzled in his neck, you dusted his skin with kisses.  

“Steve?”

“Taking you to bed.” He settled you on the sheets, curling up around you. “You were right.” He kissed your face, your lips. “Everything feels more...intense. Like I can’t contain it all. Right now, I need to hold you, take care of you.”

“Mmm, like the sound of that.”

He kissed the side of your neck. “Maybe in a bit, we can try going slow.”

You giggled.  

Steve nuzzled into you. “It’s a good thing you have more sense than I do, otherwise I was just going to go beat the hell out of a few dozen punching bags. I don’t know why I couldn’t tell you.”

“Doesn’t matter now. No take backs.”

He laughed, full and joyous.

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Lessons; chapter one

Here is the chapter one guys, I am really sorry for making y’all wait. I hope y’all safe and at home x sorry fotr the mistakes and enjoy.

Warning: smut as always heh, not too much yet.

Lesson 1 : Dry humping

Saturday night, you usually got your laundry done,got into the bathroom and had a long ass bath, but today was different, today you were kissing Steve fucking Rogers. In your bed… As if you were two teenagerin your first date. Never in a million year you thought this could ever happen. But it was happening. In your bedroom, in your bed. On a Saturday.

Another thing you never imagined was the way Steve’s kisses were, okay, you maybe, sometimes, watched at his mouth as he talks but never, ever you thought about the way he kisses, he kissed like he wanted to own your mouth but at the same time his kisser were soft just like him. Soft but dominant.

He kissed without rush like he wanted to know just how your lips tasted and you did let him get to know your lips because damn, you could die right there just because his mouth.

You had to let hi know just how good he was.. ''You are a hell of a kisser, really.''

''Yeah well, thanks, I guess?''

You smiled at him, his lips were swollen and his face was all red, he looked well fuckend and you did nothing yet, but maybe you looked the same.

‘’Okay Steve, we are going to start your first lesson ever, are you ready?’’

He gulped. ‘’Not really’’.You laughed. ‘’I don’t find it funny, you know.’’

‘’Okay, okay sorry, you right. Do you trust me?’’ You really needed his trust, you couldn't just star grinding on him and expecting him to be okay with it. You wanted his full consent on it.

‘’I do.’’ You smiled. ‘’But I’m still nervous, I don’t know what to expect on my first time having sex.’’

He was so cute and so damn innocent. ‘’’We are not going to have sex today Steve.’’

‘’We not? Why?’’

Sighing you moved on top of him, wrapping your arms around his neck, looking at him right in the eyes. ‘’Because we are no ready for that.’’

teve groaned, you could feel his boner poking you, and you smiled again at him, maybe he was ready for it.

‘’Steve, you said that you trusted me, so let me do my thing, okay?’’ You let yourself grind into his dick, his eyes instantly closed at the feeling of it.

‘’Fuck… What, what are you doing?’’

‘’It’s called dry humping baby boy are you ready for it?’’ Oh Lord, you really hoped he was, because one thrust made you all tingly on the inside and if you weren’t wet before because of his kisses, you sure as hell were wet now.

‘’I don’t know?’’

You sighed, you crotch pressing still on his cock. ‘’You have to say yes or not, Stevie, I ain’t gonna do anything you don’t feel ready for.’’

But he was, he was so damn ready for evertyhing. “Yes. I am ready.’’

In a second flat, your hips started to grind on him once again, Steve’s breath catched at his muscles tensed all together, no expecting this to feel this good. ‘’Oh my God, this feels good.’’

“You didn’t reply him, you were to concentrate in your own truth to pay attention, this felt so damn good, he was big, you could feel him even thru your layers, what if…

You stopped.

‘’What.. Why did you stop?’’ He whinned.

Ignoring him once again you demanded. ‘’Put your clothes all your clothes off but you boxers, now.’’ man, you sounded kinda domme there. You weren’t.

‘’For what? You just said we aren’t going to have sex…’’

Okay he was cute, sometimes, but now he was being annoying.

‘’Just do it Steve, believe me this going to be great.’’

You moved away from him and started undressing yourself, you didn’t want to waste anymore time, Steve just watched you all confused and then, his eyes shined with lust when he saw that in fact you were undressing too, he could do it. He yanked his shirt off, his muscles all on this lay as he fought with the button of his pants, he groaned when his fingers touched his coock, damn he was hard and ready to blow not yet Steve, fuck,not yet motherfucker.

The sound of his pants being pushed into the floor made you react, damn he had a good damn body and you could wait for really feel him up..

‘’Sit again.’’ He did rapidly and you blushed because he was really checking you out and looking at you like he wanted to devour you, you will let him, soon.

Not more time you sit on his tight again, pressing your now undies into his boxers, the difference was amazing, you could feel more about him, and he sure as hell could feel just how were you were. Moving your face down, you catched his lips, kissing him as your hips began to move, Steve’s cock twitched inside his boxers, he probably would came at any second now and honestly you didn’t care, you were to warmed up to care.

But he did fucking care, he didn’t want to just come when this started to feel this good, he wanted more, wanted to feel your wet clothed pussy rub onto him all damn night, he wanted more, much more but you really weren’t going easy on him.

You moved away from the kisses, admiring his face as you keep moving, fuck you were so damn wet and ready to come, his cock pressed into your clit so damn good, that you didn’t stand a chance on going on it for anymore time.

So you kept watching his face, eyes closed, mouth open in pleasure, as you kept searching for both of your climax.

Steve was in cloud 9, his hand couldn’t compare to what was happening, too soon for his dismay he began to feel the tension on his body, his balls working up as his cock hardened and his stomach contracted.

“I’m going to come, oh Lord.”

You never knew when his hands went to your ass grabbing and pushing you further into him, but honestly you didn’t fucking care.

You bit your own lips as you grind harder onto him, watching his face as you did. “Come for me Steve, I am right behind you.”

And he did. He growled as his hands (when did they move there? he didn’t remember moving them at all) and squeezed your ass as he came, hard, with all his body, hs muscles tensing as his cum painted his boxers. “Fuck.”

And then you did, just as his last tremble left his body, yours began, your orgasm ripped your body, your pussy clenched into nothing as you let yourself go, you pushed yourself into Steve and he pushed into you, he could feel how your pussy became more wet and he swore he could feel your pussy contract, that was so damn fucking hot, you were still there, coming into his arms looking like a freaking Goddess of sex.

When everything was done and you let yourself open your eyes, you saw him, all blue eyes watching you in awe,desire and something you couldn't tell, you blushed because you just came with Steve freaking Rogers and he still was your best friends and boss, still with blush all over your face you smiled, moving closer, you kissed him again just because.

Oh boy, Steve wasn’t resdy for his next lesson, at all.

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