#steven grant rogers fanfic

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"Slut!"

Pairing - Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader Summary - It was perfect. Lovelorn and nobody knows. Love thorns all over this rose. You almost forgot just how hard the fall back to reality is. But if they call you a slut, it might be worth it for once.

Steve Rogers Masterlist | Inspired By Taylor Swift Masterlist

"She goes through guys like a train-"

You immediately change the channel. The next one isn't better. You don't know why you thought it would be.

"The Stark last name and the long list of ex-lovers, that's her claim to fame. I mean, let's be honest here, she's a slu-" The tabloid reporter is abruptly cut off as the screen before you goes dark.

You look up to find Steve with the remote in his hand. He glares at the screen like the reporter was still talking, "You shouldn't be watching that."

"I'm used to it."

"You shouldn't be. It's despicable. They were - the things they're calling you-"

"A slut," you finish for him.

His eyes dart to you, that furrow between his eyebrows getting deeper and deeper with every word spoken, "It's not true. This isn't journalism, it's slander."

You weren't sure how this happened. Sure, it was only a matter of time before they found you out. This wasn't the first time. Not the second or the third either. If the press was to be believed, you were love sick. Love struck with a new man every week.

It wasn't the first time someone called you a slut. It certainly wouldn't be the last.

You stopped living your life in fear of what people would say a long time ago. Being this young was an art. And up until now, you thought you mastered it.

It was simple. You even had your rules. You followed them and no one got hurt - or at the very least, it minimized the damage.

They were going to stare at you. Strangers. Press. The flashing cameras. It came with being a Stark. If they're going to look, you gave them something to look at. You didn't so much as step out on the street with a single hair out of place. You were flawless. Always.

You were nineteen, and on the heels of a breakup with your second ever boyfriend, the first time someone spit that word at you - "slut!" It hurt, but it didn't hurt as much as you thought it would. It almost made you laugh. You realized that they didn't really care about your love life or about the trail of broken hearts you were supposedly leaving behind. They wanted a spectacle. They wanted a show. If you're going to be drunk, might as well be drunk in love.

It was easier after that. You knew the truth. The people around you knew the truth. You let everyone else believe what they wanted. You did what you wanted. You lived your life without worrying about being called a slut. They were going to call you one anyway. And if they call you a slut, you might as well make it worth it.

You gave just enough to keep them satisfied. Never anything too real. Never too much. Just enough that they wouldn't dare peak behind closed doors. Just enough to be able to live your life.

There were was a cost, of course. No one took you seriously. You dealt with the vague humiliation of the rumors constantly swirling about your hips and thighs and whispered sighs.

And though you inherited the Stark genius, no one cared about what you thought, what you had to say.

In that, the reporter was right, your love life was far more interesting than your thoughts on quantum mechanics or the military industrial complex. That was what you were known for.

For the most part, you were okay with it. You were willing to pay it all.

That was until you fell in love with Steve Rogers. Suddenly, you weren't willing to give them crumbs. You weren't willing to expose a love that felt this delicate.

You sit on the couch, huddled in your sweatpants, pensively staring at the blank screen.

This time, it was different. This wasn't a show, not a spectacle. It was real, an exposed nerve that the world decided was fair game. You were fair game and it was open season.

Steve settles beside you, draping an arm around your midsection. He kisses your temple, "Tony thinks it's probably best that you lay low for a while."

"Yes, well, my brother is the expert on PR damage control."

It wasn't the same though. You both knew it. Tony had done far worse with far more women. Yet, he would never pay the price you were paying in this very moment.

Steve's arms tighten around you like he's shielding you from the storm, "It's not right. It's not fair that you're being forced to sequester yourself. You're being punished but what exactly was your crime?"

"I fell in love with Steve Rogers, that was my crime." You fell for the man everyone wanted, the man who was in the wrong place at the right time.

"I'm sorry," he whispers against the crown of your head.

"For what?"

"You warned me this would happen."

It was true. You told him exactly what would happen, but even you didn't anticipate exactly how bad things would get.

You'd been with Steve for just under a year. And up until a week ago, only a select few knew. You both agreed to keep it a secret from the public. You felt protective over the love you shared, it was more real than anything else you'd ever had. You wanted to keep it to yourself, out of the hands of people that would tear you both to shreds without a second thought.

Steve felt the same. Though he was more worried about the enemies he made over the years.

It made sense to protect the relationship, to protect yourselves until you were both ready. You wanted to protect him from what you knew was lurking around the corner. Steve was still so new to the 21st century. Dating in the public eye wasn't easy. Dating a Stark wasn't easy. For almost an entire year, you used every publicity trick in the book - and it worked.

But then, you heard it, the whispers, rumors bubbled about your newest future ex-lover.

You only agreed to going public because everyone told you it was time, because they promised that the timing couldn't have worked out better than this. It was better to do this on your own terms than have it leaked.

No one knew how bad it would get.

"Are you sure? There's no going back after this," you whisper, standing in the hallway of your apartment. You could practically hear the cameras flashing outside your apartment. You'd never been this nervous to leave your apartment before. You'd been through the plan a million times. You'd be exposed to the cameras for a matter of seconds. Happy was already waiting with the door to your SUV open, ready for you to jump in. You'd walk outside holding Steve's hand - a sort of silent announcement to the world. "It won't be easy."

"I don't care," Steve promises, kissing the palm of your hand. "I'm tired of hiding. I'm proud to call you mine."

You tenderly stroke his cheek, "And if it blows up in your pretty face?"

He smiles down at you, "You're worth it."

"We'll pay the price, I guess." But deep down, you know. You'll pay the price, he won't.

The cameras had never been that loud before. Even though your announcement went off without a hitch, even though your publicist couldn't have been more pleased, not even they could have predicted how bad things would get.

It seemed like the whole world was calling you that four letter word.

At first, it was mostly online. People were mean, you knew that. You were prepared for nasty comments. Steve's most staunch supporters thought he could do better. People rejoiced in the spectacle your love life turned into. You were a laughing stock all over again. All that you were prepared for. Then some rabid fans leaked your phone number.

You decided that it would be a good time to disconnect anyway.

But it didn't end there. Not even close.

The day after you were expected to make an appearance for a charity you founded. It was just a quick 2 minute speech. And though the event had been throughly vetted, you'd never forget the way your blood ran cold when mid-sentence someone screamed that four letter word over and over again until security dragged them out. You continued until your speech was done, but there was no hiding the way your hands trembled.

From what you heard, the video was still making its rounds online.

You were expected to make an appearance two days after that. An event honoring your father. An event you poured your blood, sweat, and tears into to make sure it was impeccable, an event worthy of honoring your father. The same event you were practically uninvited from.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's just me. I come in peace," Tony jokes.

"I'm glad," you sigh. "I was worried I was going to have to get another number."

Tony sighs into the phone, "How are you holding up?"

"I've been better."

"I'm afraid I don't come bearing good news."

"What now, Tony?"

"That event you had Friday night, the one for dad?"

You pinch the bridge of your nose. You already knew were this was going. "What about it?"

"They want me to take over for you."

You bitterly scoff, "This week just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?"

"You say the word and I'll tell them to fuck off."

"No, don't do that. It's for dad."

"You planned this whole thing single-handedly. You deserve to be the one up there." You don't say a word. He's right, you both know it. It doesn't change the situation you've been put in. "You are still going, right? Come on, you have to go."

"They broke into my house, Tony."

"What? Are you okay?"

"Happy just told me," you explain, sparing Tony the most gory details. "The one in L.A. Apparently, it is now covered in spray paint. You wanna guess what they wrote?"

"Where was your security?" Tony demands.

"Here. Trying to keep people off my sidewalk."

"I'm so sorry."

"I just - I don't think it's a good idea. At least until I get more security."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm glad you've got Steve there. At least I know he'll keep you safe."

You almost smile. Tony was never his biggest fan, but you mostly credit that to him being an overprotective big brother. And the situation you'd found yourself in did nothing to win Tony's over good graces, "It's not his fault, Tony."

"It kinda is, but I digress. Listen, we'll figure this out, alright? I'll go streak in front of the Tower if that'll take some heat off of you."

And though you effectively doubled your security in the last two days, nothing would change anyone's mind about you. You were the villain tainting their hero.

You broke down after that call, violently sobbing against Steve's shoulder. He just pulled you in even tighter.

It reminds you of why you're doing all this. So you can be together, out in the open. That in a world of boys, he's a gentleman.

You squeeze his hand, "You're worth it."

"I'm not worth having your reputation torn to shreds."

And maybe they're right about you. Maybe you do get love struck. Maybe his eyes are like the world's strongest liquor, and it went straight to your head. Maybe you do get love sick. Sure, your life has momentarily fallen apart. It's magic, madness, heaven, and sin, all rolled into one. But if they're going to call you a slut, it might be worth it for once. "But what if all I need is you?"

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Language!

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Pairing: daddy!Steve rogers x Little!reader

Summary: Sam and buck accidentally teach you some new words…

Warnings: swearing,bad language,mentions of alcohol!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

“Ha! Suck on that tin man” Sam smirked as buckys character died on the tv making Bucky roll his eyes.

You was sat on buckys lap helping him play,

“Whatever bird brain, I’m not even in control” Bucky said gesturing to you playing with his controller.

“Oh yeaahhh, that’s bullshit, you just handed her the controller just the” Sam grinned

“Bullshit!” You exclaimed as you tapped on the controller.

Sam and Buckys heads snapped towards you before looking at one another.

Giving each other a shared look of ‘were in deep shit’

“What did you say?” Sam asked and you giggled.

“Bullshit!”

“Oi! No swearing…” Bucky said sternly and you gave him a sad pout.

“Okay…”

“Have you got any beer?” Sam asked as he hopped over the sofa.

“Uh yeah in the fridge, get me one too” Bucky responded, before sam walked away.

As Sam opened the fridge door one of the bottles fell out and exploded “fuck!” He yelled as he got sprayed directly in the face.

Bucky was in hysterics, his face hurt from laughing so hard.

Until…

“Fuck bullshit!”

You shouted

“Shit…” Sam said and you repeated him “Shit!”

“Oh god” Bucky groaned.

“Hey! Stop that or your daddy’s gonna be very mad…he’ll kill us then give you a timeout” Sam warned making you pout with big puppy eyes.

Sam smiled “don’t give in birdbrain” Bucky rolled his eyes

“Only heartless people like you wouldn’t give in to that puppy face…” Sam said ruffling your hair.

“Hey guys I’m back!” Steve announced as he shut the door.

“Hello sweetheart” Steve smiled when you ran over to him giving him a big hug.

“Have you been good?” He asked and you paused before nodding your head.

Sam and Bucky shared a look before trying to sneakily exit the room.

As steve picked you up he dropped his keys “oh fuck!” You yelled making all three of the men’s heads turn.

“Hey language!” Steve said before turning to Sam and buck who had massive guilty smiles on their faces.

“What did you two do?!” Steve groaned through an angry tone.

“We babysat” Sam said before grabbing buckys arm and running.

Accidentally running into a wall, and then scrambling themselves together again before running out the door.

Steve looked at you and you gave him a cheeky smile.

[riedswifts]

AFTER HOURS

NOMAD!STEVE X READER

Warnings : smut, barley plot, oral (f receiving), praise, slight size kink, desk sex, slight breeding, fingering, steve has a bit of a mouth, fluff (at the end ), some dumbification.

Summary : you and steve seem to have a mix of tensions and the top one being hate, but a night alone in the tower shows what the real problem is.

Word count: 2.8k

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Everyone had left out with their significant others, or friends or family. Nat had begged you to come but you kindly declined. Being on a long-standing mission, and nearly being on the brink of death literally- being an assassin and hanging off a building by a falling building is tiring. You also weren’t expecting some things and were worn out to the max.

You were under the impression everyone had left. Except Jarvis of course but that was a computer system. So you had no reason to wear full clothes and being a trained assassin leaves you in shape so you thought you’d be fine. Leaving your personal huge room in nothing but a black widow t-shirt and a pair of panties, no bra either, you just explored the tower in its glory during the night hours.

It was stunning to say the least and not to brag but you had one of the best views. Tony made sure your room had a floor to ceiling window with a space in it to go on the balcony that overlooked the city’s lights. It was payment in a way, you had nearly died saving his life quite a few times and even if he didn’t admit it you were his favorite on the team.

You had decided that you would go out on the very ledge thor and loki fought on. You had quickly snagged a bottle of any alcohol you could snag without stopping and made your way outside. You sat near the ledge but not fully on it. Your ankles hanging off the edge as you sat with your legs stretched out.

You held up the bottle and glanced at it ‘Daviun vodka’ you didn’t care for brands but this one seemed ok and the flavor was watermelon. So you popped off the top and set it beside you as you rested back on your elbows taking a swig and staring at the bottle after before shrugging with a satisfied hum.

You just relaxed not registering the sound of someone getting closer. It was a rare moment when you let your guard down but after all you had asked JARVIS prior to this if any one was here and the damn shit said no. Someone stood behind you and you slightly stiffened.

Without moving you acted clueless before in seconds you stood up and stunned the person as you broke the handle off the vodka and managed to flip them over onto their back holding the jagged edge to their throat. Bored blue eyes stared back at you with the upmost annoyed face.

You scoffed standing up completely forgetting your attire. You didn’t bother sticking your hand out to help him up, you just grabbed the bottle and started walking inside. You heard him scoff in disbelief but you didn’t care, he was a grade A dick after all- only to you- that was.

“Why are you here? Have no friends to go out with?” He asked trailing you inside. You rolled your eyes making a dramatic annoyance sound. “Do you?“ You shot back, it was a fifth grade response but you didn’t care in the slightest.

“Fifth grade response, Cute.” He said sarcastically and you with to cut his beard off and his throat but tony and natasha agreed no killing the super solider. stupid rules.

“What do you want steve?” You asked putting the bottle back, you started walking and made an abrupt turn into the small room. The one where everyone had sat and watched as they replayed a video of wanda accidentally destroying a building and killing people. It was empty, lights off, chairs pushed in.

You always came to watch TV in here because the projected screen was cooler to you. After all you didn’t have electronics until you escaped the red room with natasha. Steve still followed you in there but you ignored him as you picked up the projector remote.

Sitting on the table you slid back leaving from your knees down hanging off the table as he grumbled that you were ignoring him. “Do you have anything better to do than I don’t know..annoy me?” You asked rolling your eyes.

His eyes seemed to finally take in your appearance and you had neglected the fact that your nipples would poke through the thin t-shirt due to the coldness. His eyes darkened for a moment before he sharply directed his state to the screen. “Just genuinely curious as to what a looser like you decided to do when they’re alone.”

Your head snapped in his direction. “Oh fuck off steve.” You scoffed. Deciding to press play on the movie but before you could the remote was snatched out of your hand and you glared at him as he tossed it aside.

He stood right in front of you and you scooted backwards. Your eyes narrow in on him as he licked his lips running a hand over his beard. “What’s your fucking problem?” You asked extremely annoyed your night was ruined by the captain himself.

Though there was the faint throb between your legs that made you wanna stab your eyes out, how dare your own body betray you like that.

After the question left your mouth his eyes snapped back up to yours. His hair was slightly slicked back but looked like he had laid down in it because a few pieces had fell out. He paused staring at you making you slightly shiver. He saw the way your thighs slightly shifted to squeeze, the way your nipples poked through the thing t-shirt. He could faintly see the lace of your panties, he stared at you for a long moment.

Suddenly he grabbed your Ankle pulling you forward making you slid until you were right in front of him a mere inch from his nose as his hands rested on either side of you. “You see, my problem is, i can’t decide if i hate your guts or maybe it’s the frustration of not being able to rearrange them.”

Your eyebrows raised as your breathing sped up a bit. His eyes swapped between your eyes and lips, then they locked on your eyes maintaining eye contact as you felt the coldness of his avengers ring against your knee.

“Well then, maybe that’s a theory we need to test out.” You said as his hand slid up more leaving a trail of goosebumps before gripping your leg tightly. He smirked at how reactive you were to his touch.

He hummed before leaving you curious as he removed his hands. Suddenly they where on the curves on your ass pushing you flush against him, as if it was natural your legs spread allowing the bulge in his pants to press right against your now dampened panties.

Your back arched as you looked up at him and his lips crashed into yours, it wasn’t passionate, and soft- no. It was bruising, full of dominance and emotion. Obviously the fight for domination still stood and as an assassin you weren’t gonna give up.

However when his hands gripped your hips and rolled your hips against his you let out an involuntary humiliating moan. That allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth and when he squeezed your ass he let you know, he had won.

You pulled away from him to breathe as you guys started at each other panting. His forehead came to rest against yours before laying you on the empty mahogany desk. He kissed you again bruising like as your hands started to wonder you tugged at his shirt and without disconnecting his lips from yours he took it off.

His hands slid up under your shirt cupping your breast and ran his thumbs over the hardened peaks. When your back arched it caused you to accidentally grind against him and this time you both moaned. He bit your lip before letting it go and kissing down your neck.

He sucked and bit making sure to suck each piece of smooth skin he could find. One of his hands pulled out from your shirt and cupped the back of your neck pulling you up before he pulled the shirt swiftly over your head.

He stared at you for a moment. “God, you’re stunning.” He whispered and before you could comprehend what was going on his mouth had latched on to your nipple sucking and slightly biting it making you moan.

He laid you back down and your mind fogged as you unbuckled his belt. However before you could do more he had grabbed both of your hands stopping his attacks on your boobs.

He pulled both your arms above your head and smirked down at your face, you looked stunning. Hair spread out and marks forming on your neck stopping above your breast. Your lips were swollen and bruised. He adored this sight.

God, he wish he had figured this out sooner, that instead of bitching he just actually fucked you. He didn’t think he’d find anything more addicting after seeing you in this state.

He kissed down your body stopping at the hem of your panties and deciding he was to impatient he tore them off making you whine. “i’ll buy you new ones.” He muttered as he got on his knees hooking his arms around your thighs. His hand pushing your stomach down.

You shivered as you felt the cold air of the tower directly on your bare pussy. Without a warning he shoved his face between your legs licking from your hole to your clit, the sensation made you gasp as your back arched.

“fuck!”

Steve groaned hearing the words fall out of your mouth. His tongue switched from sucking your clit to dipping his tongue in and out of you making you squirm. He looked up at you mouth and chin coated in slick. “Do not move your hands.”

Your brows furrowed as you continued to pant. “Wh-mmhh.” Your words turned into a soft moan when you felt one of his thick fingers slide in and bottom out. Your eyes pinched shut and your back arched off the table.

His other finger slid in as well and you tried to close your legs but he pulled them further apart. He watched your expression as he pulled them out almost fully before slamming them back in and curling them. He groaned and nearly came in his pants at the sight of you.

“Such a good girl for me.” He muttered before attaching his lips to your clit again and sucked on it whilst moving his fingers in and out. He Felt you tighten around him and couldn’t wait to see how you feel on his cock.

You were panting and babbling words of his name and please. What really sent you over the edge is when he sucked your clit with his teeth grazing it as he pumped his fingers harder curling them as your fingers locked him in.

Your orgasm crashed over you making your mind fog and your head limp to the side as pathetic whimpers left your plump and less swollen lips. He didn’t seem to care much that you had came all over his face because he kept sucking and licking up every last bit of cum.

You panted as you reached for his pants trying to tug them down as you recovered from your orgasm. When steve had finally freed his cock you assumed your face said it all because his chuckle was dark, taunting like.

He parted your legs again and you tried to close them but he roughly grabbed them pulling you closer to him but you let out a whimper when his huge side rubbed against your sensitive clit.

He made a mock frown face at you. “C’mon now sweetheart, be a good girl and take it for me, hmm?” He said as he massaged your breast with one hand and stroked himself. You nodded now desperate as the ache returned between your legs.

He let the tip slip in and he saw your face completely washed with pleasure. Brows furrowed, parted mouth, marks fully developed, and sweat beading your forehead. Without warning he pushed the rest of his way in and you gasp as he groaned.

You were used to sex of course you’ve had sex before but nobody was this big before. The intrusion felt good but the small sting was there lingering but it only added to the pleasure. “If you don’t stop squeezing’ me i’m gonna fucking cum.”

You relaxed around him and he groaned in relief. You felt more heavenly then he ever could’ve thought. He leaned down and captured your lips with his before thrusting with force and when he lifted one of your legs higher and he lifted your hips your eyes rolled back when he hit the spot that had you screaming his name.

“Look at you.” He said panting as he continued to thrust. “Takin it like such a good fucking girl.” With each word his thrust got harder and it made the breath get caught in your throat.

You grabbed his face kissing him harshly and he moaned into your mouth fueling the tightening in your lower stomach already. Suddenly he dropped you legs pushing them on the desk making them bend as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

His thrust slowed to deep strokes. “You feel me, hmm?” He said and you moaned when he hit the spot inside you that had you babbling like a dumb person. Suddenly you felt the most unexplainable feeling.

It was like the tightness got tighter but mixed with a load of pleasure. You whimpered at the feeling as steve pushed his hand down harder on your lower tummy. “you feel that.” he panted as he thrusted again. “That’s how deep i am inside of you…”

“ohmygodohmygod.” was all you could babble as he pressed harder making the coil tighten up. “Steve- i’m gonna-“ He shut you up by kissing you as the hand that was pressing the bulge moved to your clit. “Do it, be a good girl and cum all over my cock.” He whispered as his thrust did not slow down.

He suddenly put his other hand behind your neck making you look down at his cock slipping in and out of you. “fuck- you see that?” He said as he kept moving in and out. Your hand was holding his wrist as his hand was behind your neck.

“C’mon- fuck!.” Steve said when you clenched harder around him. “give it to me.” he muttered as you laid back down and his fingers pinched and rolled your clit and he rubbed in a fast motion causing the coil to snap, your orgasm rushing over you like a tidal wave.

You blanked out for a moment, as black spots filled your vision and you’re pretty sure you said steve more times than any avenger had over the past years. You were moaning, sweaty, dazed and fucked out. Just how he wanted.

You got pulled back down when he kept running you and you whined tryna pull away. “to much.” you muttered and he mocked a frown. “Awe is my baby to fucked out? Look at you all dumb and can barley speak a full sentence.” He said and you moaned as he hit your over worked spot.

“You gonna be a good girl and let me cum inside of you hmm? Gonna fill you all up.” He muttered and you nodded. “Please- please cum inside of me.” your voice was hoarse and he held onto you tightly as his head went to your neck and you felt his thrusts getting sloppy before you felt ropes of cum deep inside you.

His head laid on your chest arms your arms circled his shoulder both of you laying there while his hands wrapped around you. He was slowly moving his hips pushing the thick cum into you deeper.

“Mr. Rogers? are you alright your heart rate seems exceptionally high? You as well Miss.” Steve who was Resting between your bare breasts chuckled making you smile.

“Oh i see Mr. Stark and the rest of them have returned. They’re parking.” Jarvis said and steve looked at you lifting you up as he looked at the cum mess on the table.

“Jarvis how much time do we have?” you asked as steve held you legs wrapped around his waist and due to the serum it was easy for him to hold your short frame up with one hand.

“Well five minutes starting now.” You and steve chuckled as you hopped down and cleaned the cum mess and he gathered your guys clothes.

“Good?” You asked fixing the chairs and everything. Steve nodded and Held his arm out and you jumped up wrapping your legs around his waist as he snuck out the room and ran up the stairs to his floor and shut the door.

“Guys?! Did you guys murder each other?”

That was all you heard from downstairs, before you guys bursted into giggles.

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[navybrat817]

Navy how's our lumber snack doing with Christmas around the corner? Are they snuggled up by the fire with hot cocoa?

That's exactly what he's doing, nonnie!

By the Fireplace

Pairing: Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Summary: Steve is exactly where he needs to be. Word Count: Over 500 Warnings: Fluff, Steve experiencing peace, established relationship, Steve Rogers (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Tiny ficlet for Beefcake and Tippy. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The fireplace glowed with radiant flames as Steve took a seat on the floor beside you. He had added a couple of logs before he made the hot chocolate, the sweet scent of the warm beverage drifting to his nostrils before he took a sip. Soft music filled the air and he couldn’t help but smile when he caught you humming along. Like him, you didn’t want anything over-the-top for the holidays.

Just the pleasure of being with each other was more than enough.

“Don’t worry. I won’t damage your ears by singing,” you teased as you stretched a blanket over the two of you to share.

He chuckled as he wrapped a pair of strong arms around you. “It would take a lot more than your singing to damage my ears,” he teased back, brushing his beard along your cheek to make you giggle, the sound soft and pleasant. “So sing as much as you’d like.”

“I think I’ll just stick to writing,” you smiled, leaning into him with a gentle sigh. “Steve?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

You didn’t say anything right away, but you did place a hand over his. “This is enough for you, right? This life?”

“It’s more than enough,” he answered without hesitation, hoping he hadn’t done or said something to make you think otherwise. He loved the home and life the two of you made together. If he did something to make you think otherwise, he’d have to remedy that immediately.

“Are you sure? There isn’t a small part of you that wishes you were fighting tonight?” You asked, tilting your head so you could stare into his eyes.

You once told Steve that you liked looking into people’s eyes because they always told the truth when some often weaved lies with their words. You chose to listen to the unspoken gazes. The eyes also conveyed so much emotion, the very windows to the soul because you could see right through them.

And he had nothing to hide from you.

He understood why you asked though. Deep down he was still the man of action who couldn’t turn a blind eye when things pointed south. But you were the one of the reasons he still occasionally fought. He had a home to defend and someone to come back to. Something to fight for.

You were his home.

“No. Not tonight,” he replied with an unwavering tone and stare so you’d know how serious he was. “This is exactly where I’m meant to be. Right by our fireplace with hot chocolate nearby and you in my arms.”

With soft eyes full of love, you brought your lips to his. It ignited a flame inside him almost as warm and bright as the crackling fire feet away. The pieces of his heart that he struggled to put together after the ice connected the moment the two of you met. You were his glue and strength.

And like the winter holiday encouraged, he felt a sense of love and peace by being in the moment.

Just like Bucky, Steve deserves peace, too. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

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# 01 — steve rogers x fem!reader # 02 — cw: none, only cute tooth-rotting fluff! set after ca:tws, established relationship # 03 — wc: 1.09k # 04 — a/n:  *sing-songy voice* i’m backkk *normal voice* so i know i’ve been pretty much mia for the past few months but i think i’m back for good now. which also means, i'm going to be writing and posting whenever i can, so requests are open again, feel free to send them in! 

as for this one-shot (which was originally supposed to be a drabble), i chose stevie to break me back into posting because i love him and he’s steve and i just love fluffy and adorable steve so much. this idea just flowed in as i wrote and i sort of love how it turned out, so i really hope you enjoy! feedback of any sort is always appreciated ♡

steve didn’t usually sleep in. never really had the habit of doing so, and his job with s.h.i.e.l.d. never really allowed him the opportunity either. but it had somehow started happening since he started spending the nights with you. maybe it was the fact that he had finally gotten a free day on the weekend or that he was simply too tired from his last mission. nevertheless, mornings with steve were pretty much one of your favourite ways to begin your days.

so it was pretty weird when you woke up and found steve in bed at 9 a.m., curled up into you and still asleep. the sun streamed in from the window behind him, covering him in sunshine and god, was he beautiful. your breath hitched at the sight of his peaceful expression— no furrows between his eyebrows and no frown twisting his lips— and made the decision to let him sleep in for as long as he wanted and whenever he wanted. you were rather well acquainted with steve’s bad habit for not stopping until he’d run himself completely ragged. sometimes not even then. he could use all the sleep he got.

but you just couldn’t resist pressing your hand to his cheek, thumb gently— just barely caressing the dark bags under his eye. steve hummed lowly but did not seem to stir from his sleep and, pulling your hand away before he could wake, you moved to gently untangle yourself from him. 

breakfasts with steve were also an uncommon occurrence with the unpredictability of his job, but the both of you cherished and made the most of every time you got to do things together. even the mundane ones like this.

but just as you began to move, a strong hand tightened around your waist, pulling you back into a firm chest. “where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?”

goddamit.

your heart lurched at the sound of his voice— deep and rich, rough and tired from his sleep. you couldn’t stop a smile pulling at your lips as you turned back around to face him. “good morning stevie,” you hummed quietly, hand raising to press against his cheek.

steve tightened his arm around your waist until you were pressed up entirely into him, and then pressed his face into the crook of your neck. “good morning my love,” he mumbled, “care to tell me why you were abandoning me in bed like this?”

you huffed a laugh. it wasn’t a long shot to say steve got a bit dramatic sometimes, usually when it was just the two of you and especially when he was fishing for some love. “hush, you big baby. i just wanted to go get breakfast started.”

“breakfast can wait, i wanna stay in bed with you for a bit longer.” he moved his face and brushed his nose against yours, before pecking your lips softly. “please y/n/n?”

the world could’ve been coming to an end, and with the way steve was looking at you— golden hair mussed from sleep, the prettiest blue eyes still sleepy but soft as they gazed upon you, and his lips pulled into a tiny pout— there was no way in hell you would’ve refused him.

“alright darling, we can stay in for as long as you want.”

his hand squeezed your hips in thanks before he pressed his face into her hair. he inhaled, his strong chest rising and falling under her hands, and then he spoke, “i hate that we don't get more of such mornings. i can’t get enough of you like this. when there’s no hurry for me to rush somewhere, when it’s just the two of us.”

you sighed quietly. you knew how much steve hated not being able to spend enough time with you because of his job. he always beat himself up over missed dates, movie nights and the time lost, despite you knowing steve couldn’t help it and never giving him any grief over it. besides, you knew steve would never be able to rest without having done his best to help in any situation. that was one of the traits that simply made him so special. something that made him him. plus, he never missed any chance to make up for it, and damn did he do a good job at it.

“i know, my love.” you moved so you could look him in the eyes, rubbing his hands over his shoulders and biceps. “someday, we will get all the time we want for ourselves. but until then, i don’t mind sharing you with the world a bit longer.”

he smiled softly. “i love you, y'know that?”

you hummed your reply and pressed closer before putting your lips to his in a soft kiss. steve made a soft sound in his chest that had your heart lurching in your chest. his hand skimmed up and down your back, fingers spreading wide over the fabric of the t-shirt you’d stolen from him, before they finally settled on your waist again. his fingers scrunched your t-shirt, pulling you impossibly closer as the kiss grew heated; another sound leaving him, this one louder, as your fingers found his hair, nails scratching gently at his scalp. the sound jolted you out of the trance steve’s touch never failed to put you in. you gasped as you pulled your lips from his and ignoring steve’s unhappy whine, you settled back into the mattress after putting some distance between your faces.

“is this why you’ve been trying to keep me in your bed, captain?” you murmured, swiping your thumb on steve’s lower lip as you looked up at him coyly. if staying in bed is what he wanted, you could at least tease him a bit first.

he groaned quietly, squeezing his eyes shut tightly after eyeing the smirk pulling at your lips. what was he doing playing a game he knew he’d never win?

“i was only hopin’ for some snuggles from my best girl,” he murmured, tucking some hair out of your eyes. “but you know i’d be the last person to say no to more, sweetheart.”

“mhm, i see that with your eagerness.” you laughed finally, leaning up to press kisses across his cheeks. hearing a big, burly man like steve ask for snuggles was just enough to crack your resolve. "you can have your snuggles, stevie."

steve chuckled as he pulled you closer and on top of him, and the sound filled your heart with so much love you could feel it vibrating throughout your entire body.

yeah, mornings with steve were definitely your favourite way to start your days.

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I'll Wait For Your Love

A StevexReaderxBucky Messy Triangle

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Everyone thank my husband because he fixed the wifi! This is only a bit of the final installation of 'My Little Decoy'. You can read the full version here. I didn't finish this as quickly as I wanted to, but it still got done a lot faster than I thought it would (yay anxiety!).

Thank you @fuckingbye for always putting up with my shit, and always making me amazing moodboards because I'm lame as shit. I love you and I can't wait to tackle you with a hug <3.

As always, please heed the warnings and I hope you enjoy it! Here we go!

Word Count: 35,290 (it's called growth)

Warnings: SMUT!! (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), Slight Infidelity, Arguments, Drinking, Smoking, Angst, Swearing, Self Loathing, Fluff, Heartbreak, Lying (by omission), Daddy Kink, Uhh...I think that's it?

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter: You Cling To Your Papers and Pens, Wait Until You Like Me Again

Summary: When two major parts of your past come back and ask for another chance, do you stand your ground and stay with the life you've created for yourself, or do you decide to test the water after all this time and see if it's worth the leap of faith?

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I do not give consent/permission for my works/stories to get posted elsewhere. I do not condone this type of behavior, this is for entertainment purposes only.

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It’s weird. You had made peace with never seeing either man again, yet for the past hour, the three of you have been in your kitchen arguing. Bucky snaps at you, Steve defends you, you snap at Bucky, Steve gets you to calm down, Bucky snaps at him, and you threaten to kick him out. Honestly, for the most part, Steve is the mediator. You’re assuming that they have some level of friendship again, or he just doesn’t want to pile anymore guilt and pressure onto you.

It was clear to you that he hadn’t expected Bucky to follow him and, if he hadn’t been so focused on seeing you, he would’ve noticed Bucky’s car. Apparently, with Maria being pregnant, Steve assumed that Bucky hadn’t even noticed his erratic behavior.

He should’ve been right.

“James, I don’t know what you want me to say,” you sigh for what feels like the millionth time as you stir the white sauce on the stove. “I can only apologize so many times, but it’s not like you were in the dark. You saw the connection between Steve and I, and you decided to pursue me anyway. I didn’t start cheating until long after you had-”

“You being in love with Steve was already cheating!” he shouts at you, and you pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Are you ever capable of holding yourself accountable? Or is it only when you know you’re in danger of losing me? You never apologized for cheating and you still won’t fess up to it, you never actually apologized for your behavior when we found out I couldn’t get pregnant, and even now, you’re just throwing it in my face that I cheated on you after you cheated on me. Is that what you came all the way here for? To yell at me and make me feel small in my own home? Because, if it is, you can get the fuck out right now. I don’t need this shit from you, James. I didn’t need it then and I sure as shit don’t need it now,” you say firmly as you finally turn to face him.

You don’t miss the small smile that comes to Steve’s face, before he takes a sip from his beer bottle. 

Bucky lets out a frustrated sigh before he ran a hand through his hair, “no, that’s not why I came out here.” “Then what did you come here for?”

“I wanted to see you,” he confesses softly.

You turn and open the oven to check on the salmon, “she’s pregnant, James. That’s what you wanted-” “I wanted it with you and you know that.”

“You cheated with her, James. You cheated with her because you knew it would hurt me the most, you fucked her at work, in our house, and went out with her after work very publicly to make me look like a fool. Then, you denied the whole thing to try and make me feel crazy, like I couldn’t see the lipstick stains on my pillow-”

“You hurt me!”

“Because I couldn’t have a fucking kid? You think that was a fun thing for me to find out?!”

“It wasn’t just the baby! You never loved me in the way that you love Steve, and I tried and tried-”

“Then why not just let me go?!”

“Cause I loved you. I love you.”

“Well, you got married to her a year after I left, and now she’s gonna have your child. Looks like you’re doing just fine.” “Don’t be fucking callous,” he scoffs.

“James, you followed Steve to my home to berate me, and you’re gonna sit there and tell me not to be callous? You went out of your way to have this argument, and for what? Because you couldn’t trap me into being in love with you? Go fuck yourself and die on that fucking cross you’re so desperate to hang yourself from!”

“Darlin’,” Steve snaps and Bucky rolls his eyes.

“I’m sorry, but fuck that. You want me to feel so bad for something I tried to ignore, and that’s not fair! What I did was wrong, but I tried. I defended you, I looked the other way, and never held anything over your head. You constantly went out of your way to hurt me, and I’m supposed to feel bad for finally following my heart? I’m supposed to feel bad because I wouldn’t let you trap me and make me hate myself anymore? Fuck that. I never played you for a fool, you did that shit to yourself, and I refuse to pay penance for it anymore,” you snap as you pour the bow ties into the boiling water. “God, where does your pregnant wife even think you are?”

“I just told her I needed to get out for a while.” “You’re such an asshole. I don’t even like the bitch and I think it’s a low blow. You leave your pregnant wife to tell your ex-wife that you still love her? What the fuck did you think was going to happen? What did you think I was gonna say? You thought I’d see the light and wanna take you back? You married her out of spite, James.”

“I do love her-”

“Well, clearly not enough,” you scoff, “this feels a lot like the pot calling the kettle black, because you love her, but you’re still pining over me? That’s fucking rich, I gotta say. You’re a real piece of work,” you chuckle dryly as you pour yourself another glass. 

“I wanted to see you...make sure you’re okay. Nat and Meg won’t tell anyone anything, Meg won’t even talk to me-”

“Well, what the hell did you think was going to happen, James? I’ve been her best friend since we were six. Yeah, she’s not too fucking fond of you after everything that’s happened.”

“So what? You just hate me now?”

“I don’t hate you, you self centered asshole! I should, I have every fucking right to after the last year we spent together, and I wish I did, but I don’t! You’ve been attacking me! I’m sorry that you decided to pursue the one person your best friend was in love with, and I’m sorry that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t love you the way I’ve always loved Steve. I’m sorry that I cheated on you with Steve and it broke your heart even more. However, a lot of this shit could’ve been avoided if you would’ve just stayed away! I’m not your fucking scapegoat anymore, James. You’re finally getting what you want, and you’re still not happy-” “I don’t have you! I don’t have what I want-”

“You had me and then decided to treat me like an object! I can’t do anything about the fact that you treated me like total fucking trash, James! That’s on you, not me,” you state as the timer goes off.

As you turn off the stove top, Charlotte makes her way into the kitchen and sits patiently.

“You know better little miss,” you laugh softly, “go lay down.”

She huffs, but gets up and walks back to her bed nonetheless, and your heart flutters at Steve’s soft chuckle. 

“So, that’s it?” Bucky huffs.

“I honestly don’t know what else you expect. I don’t know what more you want to know. Everything you’ve asked, I’ve been honest about, everything you deserve an apology for, I’ve apologized for...what else is there to say? What else is there to do?” you ask as his phone goes off.

Pulling it out (rather aggressively), he mutters, “what the fuck now?” before getting up and storming out, slamming the door shut behind him.

“If he breaks my house, I’ll break his neck,” you mutter, checking on the broccoli, before taking another sip from your glass.

“It’s Maria. She’s been on edge lately. She’s due in two months and she feels like Bucky’s attention is elsewhere.”

“I wonder why,” you scoff. “What about you? Are you gonna rake me over the coals too?”

“You know better than that, honey,” he sighs heavily. “We don’t have to-”

“You might as well, Steve. It’s why you’re here-”

“I’m here because I’ve missed you like crazy, and I wanted to see you. We’ve already gotten farther than I expected us too.”

“Why?”

“I wasn’t sure if you’d wanna see me or not.”

“I was never angry with you, Steve. Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I still cry over it,” you scoff, rubbing your forehead. 

“Then why-”

“I couldn’t do that to you, Steve. I loved you. I love you. Breaking up your friendship with Bucky? Stealing you from the Avengers-”

“I told you I’d go with you-”

“But you would’ve felt guilty. Yeah, you’d still love me, and you’d be happy to make a life with me anywhere, but you’d feel guilty. You and Bucky? I knew it could get resolved once I was out of the picture, and for the most part, I was right.”

“You didn’t give me a chance-”

“Because you wouldn’t have been logical about it, babe. Neither of us are ever exactly smart when it comes to each other,” you smile softly and he chuckles with a slight nod. “Please understand that it wasn’t something I did lightly, or that I didn’t think about how much it would hurt you. It seems like I’m always hurting you one way or another, and I’ve never wanted that.”

“We always find ways to hurt each other, darlin’. We can’t seem to get this dance right,” he sighs.

“No, we can’t.”

“Whatever you’re making smells amazing,” he smiles weakly.

“One of the many perks of no longer being an Avenger, I get to work on my cooking skills.”

“You’ve always been the best cook, babe,” he compliments as he gets up and makes his way over to you.

Having him so close to you still makes your brain so foggy, even after all this time.

“I’ll leave after dinner-”

“You don’t have to,” you quickly interrupt. “Neither one of you do. I have spare bedrooms...” “You’re comfortable with us staying here?”

“I mean, I’m already feeding the both of you and I don’t want you to spend the money, when there’s no need.”

“Still the most thoughtful person I know,” he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, and you lean into his touch. “There is something I have to tell you though.”

“Oh God.”

“They know.”

“They who?” “Everyone. I told Tony I’d be gone for a few days, because no matter what happened today, I knew I was gonna need time to recover, and he kept saying that he needs me to train the new recruits. So, I just folded and told him where I was going.”

“Shit.”

“I’m sorry, I really am, but I needed to see you, darlin’. I had no right and it’s your privacy, but I knew he wouldn’t let me go if I didn’t tell him.”

“No, it’s alright. I’m the one that left the way that I did...”

“He wants to see you, they all do.”

“Steve-”

“I didn’t promise them anything, I just told them I’d let you know.”

“I guess I owe it to everyone, don’t I?”

“That’s for you to decide,” he smirks as his eyes study your face. “You smell like vanilla and strawberries.”

“It’s my soap,” you giggle.

“I feel like I should be angry with you. You looked me in the eyes and lied to me.”

“To be fair, you did the same thing, Rogers. For years.”

“That’s true,” he sighs, backing up and leaning against the kitchen island.

Your confusion is short lived when you hear Bucky come storming back in.

“Are you staying over or not?” you ask as the second timer goes off. 

He glares looking from you to Steve, “do you even want me here?”

“Whether I do or don’t isn’t the point. I’ve already made dinner, it’s getting late, and there’s no reason for you to spend money if you don’t have to. If you don’t have to go back tonight, I prefer you to stay where I know you’re safe. The last thing I need is for you to get into an accident on an almost five hour ride home, because you were sulking and not paying attention,” you mutter, dumping the bow ties into a strainer before transfer them to a bowl.

He looks taken aback (in a good way) , before responding with, “thank you,” and grabbing another beer.

“Ya know, I know you two can’t get drunk off of anything I have, but I do have stronger drinks.”

“This is fine, doll. Thank you.”

Well, at least he’s being nicer.

Soon enough, you’re taking the salmon out of the oven and breaking it up, before cutting up the broccoli and adding both to the bow ties. After adding in your homemade white sauce, you add just a bit of lemon juice and mixing it all in together. You can’t lie, it’s nice to cook for someone besides yourself for a change, even if the situation is extremely awkward.

“Uh, darlin’?” Steve asks softly as you take three plates out of your upper cabinet.

“Hmm?”

“Not to be creepy or nosey, but your phone keeps vibrating,” he laughs.

“Ah shit!”

You completely forget to answer the chat between you, Meg, Nat.

“Take as much as you want,” you tell them before sprinting up the steps.

Grabbing it off of the nightstand, you let out a small groan as you see the string of missed texts in the ‘Three Crazies’ chat.

Ms. Widow: I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

Rock n’ Roll Queen: What happened???

Ms. Widow: Steve heard me on the phone with Y/N, and hes taking a few days off go and see her.

Rock n’ Roll Queen: Oh shit! Oh SHIT!

Ms. Window: I think Buck is going too, or something, cause he took a few days off too. Maria found out and she’s freaking the fuck out. 

Rock n’ Roll Queen: Fuck.

Ms. Widow: The whole fucking compound is buzzing, and Bruce is more than upset with me. Y/N, I’m really so sorry.

Rock n’ Roll Queen: Has anyone said anything to you?

Ms. Widow: No, Tony’s been pacing all day and the team is kind of dumbfounded. No one knew where she was, now, both Steve and Bucky are off to see her. No one knows why the divorce happened...no one knows anything.

Rock n’ Roll Queen: Babe, has anyone said anything? Has anyone showed up?

Ms. Widow: Oh God, please answer.

Rock n’ Roll Queen: Starting to get worried here, babe.

Ms. Widow: Please don’t hate me. I’m so damn sorry. I didn’t know Steve was even around.

Y/N: They’re here now, both of them are downstairs eating dinner, and they’re staying over tonight. I’ll talk more after dinner when I’m getting ready for bed. I could never hate you, Nat. You should know that by now.

You place your phone in your back back pocket and run a stressed hand through your hair, pacing before you remember they can both hear you and just stand in the middle of your bedroom. How was everything spiraling so fast? How the fuck were you supposed to explain things without saying too much? Oh God, how the fuck were you gonna deal with Maria?

All of these thoughts were giving you a headache, and you’re growing hungrier by the second. Racing back downstairs, you walk right by the two sets of inquisitive eyes, and make yourself a large helping of the pasta dish into a bowl before showering it with a generous helping of Parmesan cheese.

“What’s wrong, darlin’?” Steve is first to ask, but the look on Bucky’s face lets you know he’s just as worried. 

“Everything is fine, just having a day,” you mutter, grabbing a fork and your drink before making your into your living room, and curling up on the couch.

You honestly aren’t even mad at them, but you’re now trying to navigate how all of this is going to work. You’d closed that chapter of your life, and had dealt with things in your own way, but now? Now, everyone knows and for as much as you hate to admit it, they deserve an explanation. It doesn’t matter that you technically did everything by the book (turning in all your weapons and any sensitive and classified details you had), you still abandoned your friends. The family you got to create. All they want is to see you and know that you’re okay, and who are you to say no? None of them did anything to deserve that.

God, you hope they don’t think you’ll stay. You have no desire for that life anymore, nor do you feel like seeing Maria’s smug fucking face anymore. No, you’re life isn’t exactly quiet now, but it’s a lot more calm and a lot more stable. You have your job, your fur baby, your home-

“Darlin’,” Steve sighs as he sits at the other end of the sofa.

You hadn’t even noticed that Charlotte had sensed your anxiety and stress, and curled up by your toes. 

“I’m sorry, this is my fault-”

“I’m the one who walked away like I did, Steve.”

“Be that as it may, I-we disrupted your privacy. No, I didn’t expect Bucky to follow me, but I...I just needed to see you and didn’t think about anything else. I haven’t seen much of your life out here, but I can tell it’s quiet, you’re happy, and you’re finally at peace. Now, you have a million questions to answer and people to answer to. I’m really sorry, honey.”

“It’s...it’s fine,” you sob, not even understanding why you’re crying.

All at once, all of these emotions just overwhelm you, and you feel as if you’re drowning.

“Darlin’?!”

“What the hell did you do to her?!” you hear Bucky faintly yell.

Everything seems to fade around you and all sound is lost. Your family, friends, past...you have to face them all. Everything you’ve tricked yourself into thinking you’ve healed from is all of a sudden back in your life at once; the scabs all feel torn off and bleed again. Without warning, no easing back into it, and you have no idea what to expect. What if everyone hates you? What if no one even wants to see you? Is Maria the favorite now? Is she in your old office? You faintly feel someone wrap their arms around you, and you honestly don’t care which one of them it is, you just cling to them in a weak attempt to bring yourself back down.

“Darlin’, you’re okay, it’s all okay. Buck and I are right here,” Steve promises with worry laced in every word as he softly rubs your back.

He pulls you close and you can tell he’s trying to regulate your breathing with his own.

“I need you to breathe for me, pretty girl. Deep breaths,” he coos softly.

“M...Meg! Please call Meg,” you sob.

“Call Meg!” he repeats harshly towards Bucky, and you hate yourself for how worried they both are.

You pray that they don’t start arguing, because you don’t know what the hell you’ll do, and you can faintly hear Charlotte whining and feel her little paws on your lap. You haven’t had a panic attack since your second night there, and she’s never seen you have one.

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This is only a bit of the final installation of 'My Little Decoy'. You can read the full version here.

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We'll never have sex

SUMMARY: Returning from a year long mission should be a relief, but the terrors from those hard months have followed you back home. Struggling to find comfort in your old ways, a certain co-worker introduces you to his own salvation-- distraction.

WARNINGS: 16+ rating for mature themes, blood, allusions to torture, foul language, minor to medium injury descriptions, weapons and violence.

WC: 3.6K

NOTES: First fic! Please let me know what you think-- it hasn't been proofread very well.

"Are you taller than the last time I saw you?" You tease, in awe of his largely built physique.

"I guess everything finally loosened after being off of the ice for so long," Bucky says rather non-chalant.

"Has the giant stick finally fallen out of your ass then?" You quip with a cheeky grin.

"Never," he shakes his head with an equally matched smile.

"And decided to evolve from that 'lord and saviour' haircut?" You motion to his new trim.

"I've decided that look only suits the holiest of men, which of course I don't qualify for," he instinctively runs his fingers through the chopped locks.

The sound of a heavy heel echoes on the polished concrete, a grand entrance for the one and only Tony Stark.

"Hermit and the recluse!" His hands spread out like an awful gesture of welcome.

"I thought you were too old for modern hip-hop references, Anthony," you push your lips into a thin line, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

"Puh-lease, as if gramps here even knows what I'm yapping about," Tony points his thumb over his shoulder at Bucky as he walks past.

Even though he was totally right, Bucky also refrained from producing any sort of a reaction.

"Here to spread anything useful or are you just trying to be a dick?" Your current distaste for the playboy was evident in your tone, but it was nothing new. Deep down inside you did feel a sense of protectiveness towards him, as did he to you.

Opening the large, stainless steel refrigerator that looked like it could hold at least six months worth of food at a single time, he snatched a bottle of lemon water before slamming the door shut again.

"Since you're back, Banner wants to do a few procedural run throughs just to check up on your health," he flicks the cap off of the bottle which goes flying into the bin. "Oh, and the Star Spangled Banner would like to see you as well-- not the Bruce Banner, but the Star Spangled one."

"You can just say Steve, you know that right?" You squint at him as he daintily sips from the mouthpiece of the bottle.

"Just proving my vocabulary has extended further than the most generic white-man name in America," he shrugs coolly, and you kinda' wanna punch him in his smug face.

The ex-soldier stands as still as stone beside you during your exchange with Tony, if you couldn't see the gentle rise and fall of his chest you'd think he was dead with the lack of noise emitting. Choosing to ignore him, the man takes the cue to leave the room, still feverishly sipping the bottle of lemony water. Once the sound of his heavy heels disappeared out of the kitchen and down the hallway, you noticed how Bucky's shoulders relax.

"Bet you're dreading being back, huh?" You allow to corner of your mouth to turn upwards slightly.

"I could say the same thing to you."

There's an unspoken tension in the air, something far from awkward but not any nearer to comfortable either. Had it been a year and a half since you last saw him? On his six month mission to Angola, at the fourth month you had been sent off on a mission of your own in the Pacific islands to track down an old HYDRA associate who had formulated a plan to obliterate the entire planet from his tiny laboratory in the middle of bum-fuck no where.. no biggie, right?

The seemingly short mission of yours turned into a solo, twelve month exhibition trying to chase a man who was half the size of yourself and almost as clever. Eventually when you caught up to him and the few friends he had made along the way, the year job was over in thirty seconds. Underwhelming.

Sure, you’d escaped death a few times, but not by the man who you’d been hunting. Turns out there were a few other undesirables along your path that you just couldn’t miss the opportunity to lock up. Maybe that was a bit of a roadblock, too.

“I don’t want to keep Bruce waiting, I’ll uh.. see you later?” It was a hopeful question.

“Certainly,” he nods his head in reply, and your heart skips a beat or two.

You blame the heart issues on being so emotionally disconnected from anyone for the past twelve months.

The appointment with Bruce was swift, you chat for more of the time than you did actually doing the check up. He prescribed you with a few pain meds, re-dressed some wounds you’d brought back with you and altered your fitness plan to better accommodate your new injuries. Bruce had a way when it came to making people feel safe, despite the fact any moment a big green monster could jump out and crush you.

There were the usual questions like, how has your diet been-- have you been getting enough sleep-- are the night terrors still occurring-- any unusual pains-- are you sexually active?

The answer has always been something along the lines of nutritious, not at all, all of the time, plenty and no.

It's hard to maintain a sex life being away all the time and locking yourself in your room when you are around, even harder trying to manage a relationship. Sure, you've dated before, dabbled in a love life or two before inevitably deciding it wasn't for you. It never will be for you.

It's far past nightfall by the time you actually decide to leave your room, walking barefoot through the long, cold halls of the tower before finding yourself in the kitchen. Your stomach growls to protest your hunger, throat scratchy and dry as symptoms of your thirst. The automatic lights flicker on the moment you walk through the threshold into the kitchen. A pristine, clean kitchen soon to become the next victim of your horrific cooking skills.

First of all you grab a glass from it's respective cabinet, running the water from the tap to fill it up. Your lips meet the mouth of the glass and you drink, quenching your thirst with a relieved sigh. The water here is refreshing, hygienic, in great contrast to what you've been drinking for the past year. Feeling the coolness in your palms you go to take another sip.

It's metallic, tastes like you've drunk straight from a muddy puddle. The water they have just thrown on your face definitely mixed with the blood dripping from your nose and clinging to your lips. Coughing up a mix of flehm and mucky water, you thrash around in the flimsy wooden chair you've been restrained to.

The room smells of mildew, wet dog fur, and something that is heavily rotting. You can blame the stink of decomposition on whatever is beneath that blue tarp tucked away in the far corner of the room. There's no light aside from a single bulb eerily hanging above your head like some old, cliché horror movie.

Your wrists hurt more than usual and this time you can't blame it on early on-set arthritis, but instead the finger-marks imprinted in a purplish green and the thick rope that rubs against them. The silhouette hiding in the dark approaches you in the light, the indistinguishable appearance morphing into that of a tall man with a mask that hid his face and resembled a smiling monkey. It would be the least menacing thing in the room if he wasn't wielding a knife as large as your forearm.

It's silent aside from the obnoxious drip from the ceiling on the tarp. Drip. Drip. Drip. The face of the knife shines in your eye, reflecting from the light of the bulb hanging from the ceiling. His feet drag along the crusty floor, it's evident he has a limp by the way he carries himself towards you. If you had a free leg or two you'd drive your foot straight into his knee to completely eliminate that problem for him, forever; but how tightly they had bound you prevented even a nudge of movement.

The masked man is close enough for your knees to touch, taking the tip of the sharp knife and dragging it across your cheek to leave a light mark that brings blood in it's wake. You refuse to give him the satisfaction of even a slight whimper which evidentially leaves him unsatisfied, because the knife leaves your face and dives into your--

"Hey, are you okay?"

The glass in your hand shatters completely, hundreds of shards diving and piercing the skin on your palm, the water that was left now drenching your socks. Were you holding it so tightly that the sudden fright made it break?

Swinging around with a crimson hand you find an equally shocked Bucky, lips slightly ajar as a physical indication of his surprise. Not even a moment later he's rushing over with a dishtowel to wrap around your bleeding hand, the white terry cloth quickly becoming stained. You can tell he's panicked by the rise and fall of his shoulders, yet you are struggling to even breathe.

The rotting and mildew is replaced by lemon disinfectant and lingering cooked onion. A dark, dank room now replaced by a pristine, white kitchen. The man in front of you is not a man who wears the mask of a monkey, but instead the one and only Bucky Barnes.

"Fuck, fuck," he has the towel wrapped so tightly around your palm. "We need Banner--"

"No!" You interrupt him, finally finding your own voice. "I don't want to wake him, please don't disturb him."

"Then what do I do?" You can tell he is trying his best to keep his composure and not snap at you for being so stubborn like he has so many times before.

"Get the kit from under the sink, wait for the bleeding to calm and I can take the remaining shards out of my hand," you instruct.

"I will take the remaining shards out of your hand," he corrects. "Keep pressure on it please."

His callous hand places your other hand on top of the towel, pushing the back of it down to apply the same pressure he was before. He's rushing to grab the kit from beneath the kitchen sink, taking his hand to shove all of the bleach bottles aside instead of carefully rummaging through.

You've already made your way to the island, taking a seat at the bar stool and leaning your elbow against the marble. It fucking stings. You have no idea how you transported all the way back into the room after shoving the memory so far down to the depths where you thought it could never recover.

You take in his evening look, those baggy grey sweatpants a signature at-home look of his. The creased t-shirt a dark navy and border lining a compression tee from the way it hugs his torso and biceps so tightly. There are bags under his eyes like there always is, and his brows are pulled tightly together in deep concern.

Your heart does that concerning thing again. Perhaps the bloodloss?

He stands beside you at the end of the counter, the fine marble a slight barrier between your bodies. He unzips the kit with such force you're surprised the entire thing hasn't ripped. He's panicked, you can tell.

"Hey," your uninjured hand reaches out to lightly touch your wrist. "Breathe, it's okay, I'm not dying."

Bucky pauses, and he isn't breathing-- until he does. His tense shoulders drop and his face finally relaxes, then he moves your hand back to apply pressure to the towel.

The silence between you is intense and lasts for what feels like forever. You can tell there's a question on the tip of his tongue that he's too afraid to ask, and you've got a feeling you're not quite sure how to answer it either why. You're not sure why you broke the glass, or why you became absent for so long, or why you were back in that room again.

"Why are you awake?" He interrupts your escape into your own head.

"I couldn't sleep," you answer honestly. "Neither could you?"

Bucky shakes his head in reply. "No, I couldn't."

"Never can." You both say in unison.

There's a pause.

"I'm sorry for scaring you," he doesn't look you in the eyes, instead stares at the red cloth covering your hand.

"You didn't mean to," you shake your head with reassurance, offering a small smile to show that you aren't upset with him at all.

"What if I did?" The corner of his lip upturns.

"Then we'd have a bit of a problem, wouldn't we?" Your tone is playful.

"How about we leave the sparring for after, when all of the glass is out of your hand y'know," he shrugs jokingly.

"Right," you nod your head in agreeance, pulling the towel back to reveal the palm of your hand.

It's definitely not the prettiest thing you've ever seen, but not the worst either. There's only one significantly deep cut but the rest just brushed the surface few layers of skin. Bucky is quick to get to work with the tweezers, disinfectant and plasters.

As he works on mending your hand you can't help but look at his face.

Compared to the last time you saw him there's a scar or two more on his right cheekbone, a significant healed slash across the bridge of his nose, a few extra wrinkles in the corner of his eyes. The stubble on his jaw, chin and upper lip is well maintained and lacks intensity on his neck. The cropped look suits him, hints of grey coming through as a reminder of his aging body now that he has been off the all the chemicals and the ice.

Your eyes trace his side profile, from his hairline to his forehead, eyebrows to the tip of his nose, nose to his lips, lips to his chin and then back to his lips. They're pursed as a habit of concentration, blue eyes trained on the task at hand (literally).

Though it stings, it's practically painless with the way he leans into the counter to reach you. Your heart is skipping again, but this time you think you know why.

"Done," he claps his hands together. "I definitely recommend seeing Banner tomorrow though, even though I spend my weekends fixing myself up I sure as hell ain't a doctor."

"You did a mighty fine job anyways, Mr Barnes," you admire his handy work, though you definitely need that deeper cut a proper look at tomorrow. It'll definitely stop the bleeding and keep it all together for the meantime.

The tension resumes it's place between you, it's palpable.

Your stomach growls in the quiet room.

"Are you hungry?" He quirks a brow.

"Yeah, I was initially in here to cook," you nod your head and rub your forearm with your uninjured hand sheepishly. "Kinda' foiled now." You wave your now bandaged hand.

"Can I take you somewhere?" He's polite, and looks at you like an expectant puppy. You can't help but grin.

"Sure."

It’s a stones throw, or two, from the tower before you finally arrive at your destination. The roaring of his motorbike falls to silence as he uses his heel to push out the kickstand, leaning the bike on it and throwing his leg over to hop off. Reaching his hand out he offers to help you down, which you gracefully accept, placing your hand in the palm of his own and jumping out of your seat.

Dinner was gorgeous. Some little, family owned, Thai place hidden in Brooklyn, where the women knew Bucky’s name and the men shook his hand. They presented you both with a free entrée. It sure as hell made you forget about that little episode in the kitchen. The second the food met your tongue you practically melted into your seat, and Bucky laughed as if to say ‘I know, right!’

Conversation flowed easily, any moment of silent was just a cause of food being stuffed into your mouths. He didn’t ask why you couldn’t sleep, or why you were in such a state and broke the glass. Bucky knew you’d tell him when you were ready.

A shared plate of Khao Niew Ma Maung and a more than generous tip later, you find yourself standing outside of the door to your room. Laughter echoes down the empty, dimly lit hall as you keep at least a foot between you— not daring to even brush arms. His strong featured are illuminated by the shadows, and that funny feeling rests heavily in your chest.

There’s a blanket of silence that falls between you two, not wanting this quiet moment to end. You can see the gentle rise and fall of his chest, and if the super soldier hearing was true he’d definitely be able to hear the heavy beat of your heart.

“Thank you,” you break the silence. “I— tonight was lovely.”

Bucky hums. “It was.”

Neither of you move a muscle, an invitation lingering on the tip of your tongue.

You open your mouth to speak. “Do you—”

“Yes, please.”

Inside your room is sweet, the bed is made with the cosiest of sheets, books stack shelves accompanied by little trinkets you display proudly. Flicking a match you ignite your pumpkin-scented candle for a source of light, the blinds already automatically pulled down on the floor-to-ceiling windows. If the crisp, untouched sheets were not enough of a sign that you couldn’t find rest, perhaps the growing bags under your eyes were.

Respectfully he kicks his shoes off at the door before stepping on your plush carpet, shrugging off his own jacket and neatly placing it on the back of your desk chair. He’s never been in your room, no one has besides Banner who stumbled in panicked to find you a shaking mess on the floor. That’s a story for another time.

You lay on top the bedspread and rest your head on the plush pillow, hands intertwining on your stomach as you stare at the ceiling. Letting out a gentle sigh you feel the mattress dip to the right of your feet.

“You can lay with me, don’t be shy.”

He’s hesitant to do so, but you can feel the warmth of his body as he lays parallel to yourself. You can smell his cologne and it’s much nicer than your expensive candle.

“I like what you’ve done with the place,” he motions with his hand that you can see in your peripherals.

“You thought I’d be happy with the Stark furniture they so kindly gifted us all when we first moved in?” You put a certain emphasis on the word, which causes him to chuckle. The bed shakes under his weight, and the butterflies flutter.

“I think I broke the bed frame on the third day,” he shuffles beside you, you can tell there’s a smile on his face that matches yours.

“Holy shit, who did you do?”

“No— no— not from that!” He’s quick to jump in and defend himself, evidently flustered. “Turns out the billionaire couldn’t spare the few extra dollars to buy something that could hold 260lbs.”

“So what, you were just sleeping and it collapsed beneath you?” You turn your head slightly to glance at his face.

“I mean I kinda’ face planted on it after I got home from a frustrating mission, and it just splintered beneath me.”

“Oh god,” you cover your mouth with your hand to stifle a giggle. “I would’ve paid to see that.”

“I was pissed,” he shakes his head, turning it slightly to look into your eyes. “I stormed through the complex and kicked open Stark’s door.”

“Did you get a new bed frame?”

“No, my mattress is still on the floor.”

“I think you need to make another complaint to head office then.”

“You bet,” he shakes his head with a heavy sigh, but the upturn of his mouth tells you that it’s the least of his worries right now.

There’s a certain tension in the air as his cerulean eyes drown in your own, nothing but the crackling of the candle wick and your combined breaths filling the void.

“Thank you, for taking me out tonight,” your eyes trace his jaw to his lips before flicking back to his own. “I—I wasn’t doing too well.”

“I know,” he nods his head in understanding. “I should be thanking you, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Mrs Nguyen so happy to see me walk through that door with someone other than myself.”

“Is that why she’d check on our table every five minutes despite the fact we were the only people dining there?”

He chuckles, running his hand through his chopped hair. “Seems so.”

For the first time in a very long time, you feel your lids getting heavy as your body sinks further into the mattress. There’s a warmth rather than that awful cool you feel so often, and it’s starting to become a challenge to keep your eyes open.

After what feels like an eternity of struggle you lift your head slightly to notice how Bucky’s lashes now rest on his cheeks, lips parted to let out quiet breaths. And suddenly in this moment you are safe, and everything is okay.

Your lips meet his forehead in a soft, gentle kiss. “Thank you.” Before you rest your head a little closer to his own and fall into a sleep you’d been praying for.

[so-far-frogs-and-oscar]

Me reading terrible fic on ao3, because I'm desperate for a certain man and I have nothing else left: I'm a survivor. I'm a warrior. I can do this.

[shurisneakers]

a writing challenge? in 2024? you bet

Hi! Hello! Hey!

I've been going through A Time and have chosen to cope by going back to the specific vibes of 2016 to 2018. That happens to include an incredible resurgence in my love for MCU fanfic, the community around it and all the love that goes into them. I've felt a bit distant from here for a while, but I still see so many of my old friends writing, ones who want to get back into it, and a whole lot of new writers I am dying to meet.

I've floated this idea vaguely on my blog and people seem to be interested so I figured it was worth a shot!

So yeah, welcome to Ari's Old School, Nostalgia Jam, Why-The-Hell-Not MCU Fic Writing Challenge 2024!

Prompts, rules and whatnot under the cut:

Requests:

If you could reblog this post to reach someone who might want to participate, I'd really appreciate it! No need to be following me, it's open for anyone.

Reader-inserts, OCs, solo character fics, character x character-- absolutely no limitations

Any and all MCU characters are allowed

Anything above 500 words should have a read-more/keep-reading tab. Series, multi-chapters, one-shots, drabbles, etc etc. The sky's the limit.

Please tag me in your fics (@shurisneakers) so I'm notified of them, and post them with the tag #arisoldschoolwritingchallenge . It may take me a while to get back to you due to the circumstances I find myself in currently, but I absolutely will. Please send me a DM if I haven't responded within 10 days.

Send me an ask with the prompt you would like. Feel free to pick up to 2 prompts

The only thing I request of you: no RPF and no dark fics. Smut is welcome, but non-con/dub-con/incest or anything along those veins is something I'd ask you not to submit for this challenge. Thank you for your understanding!

I know I've called it an MCU fic challenge as it's the community I've grown with, but if you feel like any of these prompts resonates with a character from another fandom, please go ahead and write it. This challenge really is just about the fun of writing fanfic and love for Your Little Guys

No submission cut-off date. Take all the time you need.

Prompts

I've tried to have a mix of classics and uncommon tropes/dynamics, so I hope everyone finds something they connect with!

Relationship Prompts

1. Enemies (taken by @theysaywhatasadsight)

2. Best friends/childhood friends

3. Coworkers (taken by @jaaneymann)

4. Internet friends

5. Neighbours/roommates (taken by @angrythingstarlight)

6. Fake dating (taken by @hungryforpowernotfood)

7. Commuters

Alternate Universe Prompts

1. Florist AU (taken by @hungryforpowernotfood)

2. Showmance AU (taken by @bombsonboard)

3. Social media/streaming/gaming AU (taken by @splintered-emotions)

4. Thieves/Heist Group AU

5. Time travel AU

6. Pirates AU

7. College AU (taken by @lovelybarnes)

8. Apocalypses/dystopia AU (taken by @targaryenvampireslayer)

9. Chef AU

10. Roadtrips AU

Some rarer miscellaneous ones for those who are so inclined!

1. Shipwrecked together on an island

2. Meet Ugly (opposite of Meet Cutes) (taken by @barnesandco

3. Both of you are ghosts but don't know the other is

4. Treasure hunters AU

5. Faking death

6. Professional cuddlers AU

7. Time loops/Groundhog Day (taken by @sxrensxngwrites)

8. Orpheus and Eurydice

9. Villain x hero

10. Hitchhiking

11. Carnival of Horrors

12. Robin Hood

13. Matchmakers AU

14. Insomniac x narcoleptic

15. Intergalactic Coffee Shop AU

16. Doomed By The Narrative

17. Enemies to Lovers to Enemies

18. Subversion of Classic Hallmark Movie Tropes

Dialogue prompts

You can tweak them as per requirements, but be sure to keep the underlying message!

Angst

1. "I should have trusted myself. I should have stayed far away from you." (taken by @waywardcrow)

2. "Has it occurred to you that how I feel matters too?" (taken by @jaaneymann)

3. "We failed. I would do it again."

4. "You do not deserve my forgiveness."

5. "You make me feel so alone." (taken by @reidishh)

6. "I'm not giving up on us." "I did. You should too." (taken by @targaryenvampireslayer)

Crack

1. "Ohhh, you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid." (taken by @pinkthick)

2. "I think you and I make the worst choices together." "Yeah, but it's always entertaining."

3. "I trusted you." "Terrible decision, really."

4. "I know I'm smiling but I want to push you off a very big cliff." (taken by @pepperonijem)

5. "I'm hilarious." "You're traumatised."

Fluff

1. "This is the only thing I look forward to everyday." (Taken by @bombsonboard)

2. "I think we should do that again. For the sake of the world and my sanity."

3. "You're all I think about." (taken by @waywardcrow)

4. "Don't go anywhere I can't follow." (taken by @iguess-theyre-mymess)

5. "Don't smile at me like that." "Like what?" "Like that." (Taken by @lovelybarnes)

Word Prompts:

Flesh

Strawberry

Bruised (taken by @juvenilearson)

Groovy

Jump

Sunflower (taken by @barnesandco)

Alchemist

Wayward

Offerings

Mischief (taken by @supraveng)

I hope you'll join in! Please do tag anyone you think would be interested, I'd love for this to have as wide an audience as possible.

Lots of love <3

-Ari

[gay-jewish-bucky]

can we talk about the ableism/sexism of people having the serum change steve's sexual preferences?

so many people cannot fathom a disabled/chronically ill man who doesn't fit the masculine ideal (due to said health issues) being a dominant and/or a top, especially with a partner who is closer to normative masculinity, and must automatically be a bottom and submissive

yet once he gets the serum and becomes the perfect example of the masculine ideal there is no possible way that he could be a bottom or be submissive because that's not "manly" and magically turns into a dominant top

the serum amplifies what's already there, it wouldn't change what he likes in bed, it would strengthen it.

[anonymityisfunwriter]

To Know Him Is To Love Him

summary: to know steve rogers is to love him. to know him is to keep handing over your heart over and over again. to know him is to be broken by him.

pairing: steve rogers x reader

an: quick someone give this to a boy to read and ask him what steve did wrong. it's for science.

Anon's 1K Celebration

to know him is to love him.

to know him is to stand by him.

to know him is to allow him to break your heart over and over again.

to know him is to hope that one day he'll finally see.

to know him is to be broken by him.

you can't count how many times he put you here, put in this situation. and worse, you can't count how many times you've let him put you in this situation.

three months ago...

you fix steve's tie, patting his shoulder to send him off on yet another date - after he invited himself into your apartment to get him ready for his date. you hated this feeling, the feeling of unrequited love.

you can't blame him, he doesn't know. at least, you think he doesn't know. in fact, you're sure he doesn't, he would never hurt you like that.

"i swear if this date doesn't go well, i'm swearing off women for good."

"does that mean i'm out a friend?" you tease.

"no, of course not," steve laughs. "you're my best friend. you don't count."

your smile falls at the words fall out of his mouth with ease. you don't count. you're not even a consideration. "i don't count as a woman?"

"you know what i meant. you're my friend."

you don't know what he meant. not in the slightest.

"right," you clear your throat, shaking your head with furrowed brows. "good luck on your date."

two months ago...

"i would tell him, but he's just - he's confusing," you admit. "i get a lot of mixed signals."

"men are just idiots," nat offers in consolation. "someday, he'll see. you're perfect for each other."

"thanks." you smile, walking back to your table with a fresh round of drinks. "what are you guys talking about?"

"about steve's terrible dating record," sam jokes.

"ah," you hum, you settle in the booth beside him, leaving plenty of room between the two of you.

steve frowns at you, reaching behind you and gripping your waist. without a word, he slides you until you're pressed against his thigh.

sam humorously snorts, "i don't get you two. you're attached at the hip. you're both attractive singles. make it official already."

you look to steve's reaction for any indication of what he's feeling. steve leans over, kissing your temple, "she knows she's my other half, my soulmate. we don't need labels."

"soulmate?" sam teases.

you shift uncomfortably. he never asked you that, never asked you if you wanted a label. he's never even asked you on a real date, but now he's declaring that he's your soulmate.

how blind can he be?

one month ago...

"please, i miss you, sweetheart." you squeeze your eyes shut. the term of endearment rolls so easily off his tongue. "i feel like i haven't seen you in forever."

it's intentional. you're trying to get over him. to move past these feelings. he doesn't make it easy. "i know, i've just been busy."

"how about dinner tonight? my place at 8?"

you chew on the inside of your cheek, hesitant to accept his dinner invite, "i don't know, steve."

"please, i need you."

putting distance between you and steve rogers didn't work. not when he so dutifully sought you out. not when he told you over and over again that he missed you. that he didn't know how to be without you.

his words toy with your head just enough to convince that it's a good idea to enter his gravitational orbit again.

you're not strong enough to resist the pull. you're not strong enough to to say no. you never have been.

you decide that you can't do this. you're going to tell him. you'll tell him. you'll tell him that you want to count. you'll tell him that you want him to see you.

to know him is to love him, you remember. the moment you see him, you crumble. that smile that makes it feel like your life is worthwhile. the eyes that send your rational mind into a haze. to know him is to love him.

he doesn't make it easy for you or your heart. he greets you at the door with a beaming grin, his eyes lighting up. it makes you feel like this is more than just a dinner. it feels like you're finally coming home to him.

you falter as his fingers graze your skin to take off your jacket. the apartment isn't his usual scene either. it feels like so much more than just a normal hangout. it feels... romantic. music spinning on his record player, marvin gaye, you recognize. candles lit in the center of the table. the smell of a home cooked meal simmering over the stove.

you turn to him with a nervous smile, "i thought you we were ordering pizza or something."

"i wanted to do something nice for my best girl."

his best girl.

he spends the whole dinner fawning over you. his hand rests on your leg. the other occasionally grazing the back of your hand. he asks you all about your work, about your love life.

"i missed you so much."

you're so entranced by him that your carefully thought out speech is gone, replaced by a soft whisper, "i love you."

"i love you, too." he smiles down at him. his eyes shining bright and blue. it doesn't even occur to him that you're professing your love for him. "i can't imagine my life without you."

you shake your head, reminding yourself that you had to tell him. you needed to move forward, one way or another. "no, steve, i - i'm in love with you."

an anxious chuckle leaves his mouth. his hand drops from your thigh, leaving you feeling cold, hollow, and abandoned. "what?"

you know a rejection when you see one. at least you can move on now. your heart can begin to heal. maybe in time, you could be friends again. "i just had to tell you. just once."

"i don't -" he licks his lips. "i'm sorry, i don't feel the same."

"i understand."

2 weeks ago...

you sigh at yourself, hearing the familiar ding of another voicemail on your phone.

each one chips away at your resolve, each one shatters your broken heart even more.

you told him you understood. you told him that it was okay. you spent the night consoling him. you soothed his fears that he would lose you.

in return, he made you promise to always be in his life. with a broken heart and wounded pride, you weren't strong enough to say no. you simply asked for time and a little space.

time and space that steve had no interest in giving you.

you made it easy for him. you retreated from mutual friends. from social spaces you occupied. you no longer texted or called first. you just needed time.

still, he sought you out.

you've gained enough strength to stop answering his every call and text. you've stuck to your boundaries, at least, the ones steve doesn't seem intent on steamrolling past.

you clutch your kitchen counter with your head hung low. with a couple deep breaths and reminders that he doesn't feel the same for you, you're slowly glad you didn't answer. you're proud of yourself for being strong and doing what's best for you.

at least, you're glad until there's a banging at your door.

your mending heart regrets the moment you answer.

"steve?"

"you weren't answering," he pants, clutching the frame of your doorway, "i wanted to hear your voice."

"steve..." you sputter. "this isn't - it's-"

"i just miss you," he cuts you off. he looks so heartbroken, so sincere. he misses you. you try to not make anything more of it, but then he says it again, "i miss you so much."

you stand to the side, allowing him to pass, "come in."

"thank you," he sighs in relief.

"what happened?"

"the worst date of my life."

you swear you can feel your heart fracturing. the air feels like its being squeezed out of your lungs.

and still, you stand before him trying to look as unaffected as possible. you don't know how effective it is. you don't think he sees you enough to notice either way. "you were on a date?"

"it was awful. she was vapid and boring and - and pretentious - and - and she wasn't you."

you suck in a breath, "steve..."

these were words from a man who did not love you, from a man that did not count you. they sounded an awful lot like the love he claimed he didn't feel.

suddenly, he cups your face, standing too close to you. this wasn't what friends did. this isn't how friends treated each other. you know that.

and then he kisses you. soft and tenderly. his lips mold against yours perfectly. you swear it's a sigh of relief that leaves his mouth when you don't pull away.

you smile against his lips. a sense of rightness overtakes you. he overwhelms you. he consumes you. he grips your waist tightly. the other hand caressing your cheek.

"steve.." you sigh against his lips.

and he freezes. his hands drop as though you burned him. his lips slightly swollen and shining from the kiss. he wipes his mouth, "i should go."

you shake your head. you don't want to believe that this is happening right now. this is steve. the person you loved with every fiber of your being. your friend. you trusted him. you believed in him. he wouldn't hurt you like that. even if he didn't love you, even as just a friend, he wouldn't take advantage of your love for him like that. "what?"

"i should go."

and he leaves without another word.

your heart isn't just broken anymore, it's crumbled into a million little pieces. you're not sure you'll ever be able to fix it.

1 week ago...

he's blown past all your defenses. he's drained every ounce of strength from you. he's taken everything except your broken heart and your love for him. that's all that's left of you.

to know him is to love him. to know him is to be broken by him.

he calls and this time, you answer. you fear him coming back to your apartment like he did before. your heart couldn't take it anymore.

"hi, steve." your voice is so gravelly and hollow, a shell of the fullness and life it used to contain.

you noticed everything about him. his likes, his dislikes. you could tell the day he was having by the way he said hi, by the sort of smile he gave you. you're not sure why you just realized that it's not reciprocated at all. he once told you he loved the sound of your voice, how could he not hear the broken tone? if he notices, which you're sure he doesn't, he doesn't ask.

you can hear the smile in his voice, "i'm so glad you answered."

you're not even sure that he realizes you've put the phone down. after all, you're just his space filler.

now...

you don't know why you're surprised he showed up at your door again. you're not surprised that you opened the door. you're not surprised that you let him back into your home. you're not even surprised that he's talking to you like everything is normal.

the only thing that takes you by surprise is your unwillingness to hear about the misadventures of his dating life.

"steve," you try to interrupt.

"and all i want -"

"steve."

"is for someone to really hear me, to see -"

"steve." you're surprised by the harshness in your own voice. his eyes flash over to you, widened slightly in shock. "you - you have to go now."

his brow furrow, he's taken aback. it occurs to you that he has no idea what he's done wrong. "why?"

"you know why," you spit at him.

"no, you said you understood. you said we could still be friends."

"friends?" you bitterly chuckle. "friends don't hurt their friends over and over again."

"i don't understand."

"that's the problem, steve. you don't get it. you don't get that i don't want to hear about the girls you date. you don't get that it hurts hearing you talk about what you're looking for in a woman. it hurts when call me at the end of the night because you want to hear my voice."

"they why do you answer the phone?"

"because i love you!" you hopelessly exclaim. "because i’ll do anything for you. i’ll do anything you say. and i think you know that."

"am i just supposed to know that you didn’t want to hear about them?"

"no girl wants that," you whisper. "no one wants to hear about everything they don’t have."

"i don't understand what's happening here. you promised me that you would always be in my life!" his accusing tone offends you far more than it should.

a tear slips down your cheek. "that was before."

"before? before what?"

each word hurts. he really doesn't know. he doesn't think about you at all. not as a consideration. not as a woman. not even as just a friend. he doesn't see you at all. "i can do this anymore. it’s too hard. i can - i can’t keep letting you break my heart."

"i told you that i didn’t feel the same. you knew i wasn’t in a space to - to reciprocate."

"and then you kissed me!"

he stiffens at the kiss that he refused to mention. all those nights he spent on the phone with you, talking to you. it was the one thing he never spoke about. "i - i know that wasn’t right. and i’m sorry, okay? i’m sorry i did that. i was hurting."

"you were hurting?" your breaths come out in fragments, with each heave of your chest you can hear the whistle of emptiness where your heart used to reside. "you - you knew how i felt and you knew you didn’t feel the same and you kissed me anyway."

"it was a mistake. i'm sorry."

your hands ball up in frustration, tear burn at the corners of your eyes. "it’s not just about the kiss. it’s - it’s everything. it’s you. you won’t let me go. let me move on. please."

steve staggers back, "i don’t- i'm not trying to hold on to you."

"why did you call me the other night?"

"because you’re my friend. you’re the person i wanted to talk to. you understand. you always understand."

"i don’t. i don’t understand. it crushed me."

he reaches out for your hand. hurt flashes in his eyes when you snatch it out of his reach. you can't let him blind you this time. "you’re always there for me. even when no one else is, you are."

you snort, "you don’t even know what you did wrong, do you?"

"you’re my best friend. i just - i wanted you hear your voice."

"you see? you keep messing with my head. you tell me that i'm the person you want to talk to at the end of the night. you tell people that i'm your soulmate. you tell me that you don’t feel the same. i tell you i want to move on. you kiss me. then you go on a date with another girl. when it doesn’t work out, you call me. i'm done. i can’t do this anymore. loving you is breaking me far beyond repair."

"i do love you."

you fervently shake your head over and over again, "you don’t mean that."

"i love you and i know it’s not in the same way but maybe - just give me time."

"time isn’t going to fix this. you don’t love me. you love the way i make you feel. you love being loved."

he scoffs, shooting a glare at you, "that’s not fair."

"no, it’s not," you agree. "and it’s not fair that you know how i feel and yet you just keep hurting me. you do it over and over again. and i keep letting you."

steve reaches for you again, "we can fix this."

you shake him off, striding to your door, opening it for him, "you should go."

"please," steve begs.

"goodbye, steve."

you don't know how you gather the strength to close the door on the man you love more than anything, let alone the man begging to stay in your life. the door clicks shut behind him.

a choked sob escapes your mouth as tears freely fall.

to know him is to love him, and you don't want to know a thing about steve rogers anymore.

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Neighbor!SteveRogers x female!reader

summary: You like Steve. And, actually, Steve likes you too. But for some reason, you are convinced that he doesn’t. So after you come home one night, drunk off your ass might I add, and freshly stood up by one asshat of a Tinder date, Steve can’t help but confront you about it. And just to make sure you understand his intentions, he has to show you how he really feels.

a/n: So I finally did it, I tried something new... 🫢 I really don’t know what to think about it and I would GREATLY appreciate feedback on this one.

This is basically how I imagine America's golden boy having sex. Say what you want, but he's a softie.

word count: 4.1k

warnings: alcohol consumption, slight angst, swearwords, fluff, smut (you can just read until the second “—“ and the story will still make perfect sense if you don’t wanna read that sort of thing) !MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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"Fuck." You bumped against the door as your keys fell to your feet. There was no way you were going to open your apartment with all these freaking keys on your keychain. Why were there so many? What the fuck did you need so many keys for?

"Shhhhh," you whispered to the items that would hopefully unlock your comfortable bed when you heard your neighbor rattling behind his door. 

Apartment 25A. You didn't need him to see you like this now. He'd probably be worried by all the noise you made at one in the morning. And then you’d have to tell him what happened.

Aaaaand you were right:

"Are you okay?" A deep voice hushed through the hallway as you bent down to retrieve the keys from the floor. When you stood up again, there was a handsome blonde leaning on his doorway, his face partly hidden by the wooden frame. 

"I'm fine, Steve,” you hiccuped, “go back to bed.”

"Are you sure?”

“Yes."

Maybe going out on a Thursday night had not been the greatest idea, but really it seemed like the only solution to your problem about 4 hours ago. And about 2 hours ago, you were convinced that this was, in fact, the best plan you’d ever had as you told the whole nightclub while sweatily dancing your breath away on the run-down dance floor. 

*clunk* you missed the hole again, scratching the door slightly. 

“Fucking hell...” You muttered under your breath as you leaned your head against the wood to be able to use both hands for the key.

Yep, definitely not that great of a plan if it would end with your having to sleep out in the hall. Well, at least you had a great time for about 1 hour. You’d have to remind yourself of that when you would wake up with a pounding headache tomorrow.

“Here,” Steve said as he approached you. Oh, that's right, he was still here. 

He took the chain from your hand gently and looped his arm around your waist to hold you steady. It took him a while to find the right key, but when he finally opened the door with his left hand, you had almost fallen asleep standing up, with your head on his shoulder. Why did he have to smell so good? That was just unfair.

“I don’t need your help.” You mumbled as the both of you tumbled over the threshold.

“Sure you don’t.”

He watched as you desperately tried to unzip your dress. But the zippy thing was too tiny. Why did they make those so tiny? This was impossible. Nobody would be able to open that. Why did you even choose it? That asshole who had stood you up didn’t even deserve to see you in that skin-tight number, and now you even had the trouble.

“Stop looking.” You fell over your shoes with your hands behind your back.

“I’m not looking.” His arms crossed before his chest, Steve frowned.

“Then stop scolding me.”

“I’m not.” He totally was. He was judging you for being drunk. You didn’t like it. Especially because this was all his fault. If he just weren’t so perfect, all of this could have been avoided. But, no. Mr. Golden boy had to go and mess it all up. 

“I can do this on my own.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” he scoffed.

Of course, deep down you knew that this was probably a really unreasonable approach to the situation but that didn’t change the fact that you were still hurt. And, well, Steve was here and he was partly a reason for this hurt - so he had to take the blame for tonight.

“Why don’t you just let me help you?” You didn’t need his perfect stupid hands on your body. And you certainly didn’t need his hot breath on your skin while he unzipped that damn dress, either.

“Because I don’t need you!” Your hands fell to the side, your eyes focused on Steve as you struggled to ignore the burning in your eyes.

“I don’t need you...” You whispered.

“You said that already.” What was that? A fast glimmer swooshed through his stare. Almost unnoticeable if you hadn’t already looked at him. 

“Well, good.” There it was again. Was that... hurt?

His shoulders slumped. “I’m gonna go then.”

You didn’t reply, just turned away and headed to the bedroom before you could hear the door close. Silently, of course, Steve didn’t want to wake the neighbors.

—

It was 6pm. 6pm and you still hadn’t knocked at his door. You had come home by now - walked by his door twice. You walked past twice and you didn’t check in. He had left the mail purposely but you didn’t check in. What had happened last night? Steve couldn’t deny that your encounter had pulled on his heart. Something must have happened. He’d seen it in your eyes last night. The hurt, the hopelessness, the acceptance of pain. They were slightly dull when you had looked at him through the haze. And even though your eyelids had covered most of that beautiful y/e/c, Steve felt the emotions settled within a hundred times more intense. 

Steve looked at the clock again: 6:02pm. His leg bounced nervously while his hands clawed into the armrest. 

He had to know. He had to ask even if it was the stupidest thing he’d ever done. You obviously didn’t want to see him, but he had to at least know why.

So, sure enough, about one minute later, Steve was standing in front of your door, hand knocking on the wood like a maniac.

Muffled rumbling pushed through the barrier. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” 

And when the door finally opened, Steve was met with your annoyed face that vastly turned into a hard stare once you recognized him.

Before you could say anything he brushed past you, settling in the same spot he had the night before. “Why would you say that?”

“What do you mean?” Frustration laced the air as you stared at him from the doorway, your hand still clutched on the knob.

“Why are you so...” His hands flailed in the air. “One day you ask me to hang out and the next I get the cold shoulder. One day I get spare cookies and the next I'm not allowed to help you open your door. What... what?”

“Why do you even care, Steve?” You closed the door.

“Why do I care? Are you serious?” This was a joke, right? After all, it was Steve who would cut out the articles of the papers he thought interested you and pushed them under your door after you had canceled your subscription. It was Steve who knocked on your door after every exciting event to tell you everything about it first. It was Steve that had been waiting behind his door after every night out, to listen to your footsteps telling him that you had gotten home safely. It was Steve who, despite your constant stubbornness, cared and worried for you. It was also him that had racked his mind about the meaning of your behavior towards him for the better part of today just to be met with that coldness again. Who would do that if they weren’t harboring a big fat crush?

“Well, yes! Because for all I know I’m just the stupid neighbor that will never be good enough for you!”

His heart dropped as he watched the tears brim in your eyes. His features softened, his shoulders slumped, and his fists unclenched. “Why would you think that?”

It was silent for a good moment. Nobody moved, and about twelve eternities later, you finally looked up at him.

“I’ve just never been enough for anybody. Why should you be an exception?”

It was gone. All the rage, the confusion, the hurt - deceased, swept away by a wave of realization and pulled into the deep ends of his mind.

“Y/N.” His voice was stern, seriousness laced within but his eyes were soft. There was a hinge of disappointment hidden between the letters of your name. Whether it was of him or you, Steve couldn’t tell.

“No, I don’t need a lecture from you,” you answered harshly, almost as of you were trying to interrupt him. But Steve had not intended to add any more words. He had hoped it was enough, the way he had said your name - the expression he had fought to uphold while being ripped apart by sadness. Obviously, it wasn’t.

“Yes, you do,” he decided quickly and moved closer. Your eyes switched between his. “Because for all I know, you’re the most amazing person there is. You’re kind and lovely. You say good morning to the grumpy old man next door every time you see him even though he has not replied once. You care so much. You climbed over the fire escape to water my plant when I was out for a week. You always check if I’m ok when I don’t get my mail before you go to work. Why don’t you let other people do the same for you?“ His Hand reached out toward you, laying gently on your cheek. “Because a bunch of douchebags have failed to tell you how amazing you are?” Steve’s chest was heaving, his heart hammering to his ribs.

Your stare was solid, fighting with comprehension. And then, within about three heartbeats, there it was. A settlement. A decision. Confidence. Steve could see it wash over you gradually. And he loved it. 

In the next moment, you leaped forward, your arms slung around his neck and your lips pressed to his eagerly, desperate. And Steve did everything in his power to put all the feeling into his response. Greedy hands clammed to his shirt as your hot breath fanned over his cheek. His hands held you tight, as they pressed you to his body, protective and scared to lose this - to lose you in this moment of heat and passion.

—

The floorboards creaked as Steve ushered you to the Sofa, his hands already working on your shirt, slipping beneath and finally making contact with your skin. A low grunt escaped his throat as the heat of your skin seeped through him through his fingertips. They traveled down on your body, slipping past the elastic of your joggers and resting on your ass. You pulled away merely, holding his face in your hands and admiring the dazed look in his eyes. 

There was so much to unpack still, and you would have loved to hear him tell you about how much he liked you for another hour, but with the way his touch felt on your skin - hot and needy - you were just as eager to have him show you. 

He nudged you backward with a tender smile, laying you down on the cushions as your hands began to work on the hem of his shirt.

“This needs to go.” You moaned as his lips reattached to your throat, hot tingles shooting to your core with the weight of his body on yours and the pressure of his growing budge prominent on your thigh.

His shirt was off in no time and as your hands finally roamed his bare and muscular back, the realness of the moment hit you. This was him. This was Steve as he wanted you to see him and that sparked a warmth in your chest you’d never felt before. 

Steve worked his way down your body, over the valley of your breasts, and further down to your belly button. He tugged on the flimsy t-shirt, mirroring your prior action and silently telling you to take it off as well. He helped you pull the shirt over your head and as soon as it landed on the floor his lips went back to caressing every inch of your skin. A calloused thumb brushed over your nipple and you clenched the nothingness between your legs. Another moan with the flick of his tongue on the other. 

Your hands buried themselves into his har, tousling and pulling on its end to earn yourself a deep groan that only sent more vibrations through your spine. Nobody had ever made you feel so wanted, so shamefully prized and-

“My God, you’re beautiful, Y/N.” Oh, God. This man had pressure building up in your stomach without even touching you where you needed him most. His hands were still roaming your torso, his lips addicted to the soft flesh of your breasts, boldly wailing as you pulled him up to your lips again. 

Steve was eager to see all off you, feel every inch of your body beneath his plush lips, but at the same time, he needed to take it slow. He forced himself to savor the moment, drag it out as long as possible, to make sure he’d never forget the taste of your skin. 

“Steve,” you whimpered as his fingertips wandered back down to your ass, “I need you.” 

His lips left a trail of warm soft butterfly kisses to the top of your pants. “I know, sweetheart. I know.” The rumble of his voice on your belly sent another gush of wetness to your underwear. 

Did this man know how fucking sexy he was? He was alluring when he wasn’t even trying, so really, you didn’t know why you expected anything less when he actually did. But this, this was better than every annoying detail you had frustratedly pictured during lonely nights.

Steve pulled off your joggers with ease and panted at the sight of the wet patch on the lacy material between your legs. His cock twitched, telling him just how ready he was to finally taste you, feel you, be with you. Hell, he could come right there just looking at you squirm under the unbearable absence of his touch during the pause he had to take to admire you. But he reminded himself that this was a moment to appreciate. Because, as hurtful as it was, Steve didn’t know just how much you needed him. He didn’t know if this was a heat-of-the-moment thing or the start of something beautiful. He didn’t know if he’d ever get to love you like that again.

“Steeeeeve,” you whined. His eyes found yours in an innocent puppy stare from between your legs and the audacity he had to act so virtuous in this very position made you squirm once more. 

“Please.”

This right here was ecstasy for Steve. The mere whisper of your voice, your hands in his hair, tugging, pulling, and the desperate need for him to be the one to help. “Say no more.”

Steve pressed an open mouth kiss on your clothed core, warm breath making your insides tingle, and a second later the lace was gone, replaced by a cold puff of air he blew over your heated center. Your breath hitched as he unexpectedly attached his mouth to your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue in just the right way. Every stroke sent shivers up your spine and back, making you grip the edge of the sofa in an attempt to keep steady. “Sweeter than honey,” he grumbled to your skin.

Steve had one hand pressed on your abdomen, holding you in place, and the other gripping your thigh in a firm but careful grasp. He had to rut against the sofa to relieve some tension from his already pulsing dick - this was you time, he’d get to be rewarded later. Every moan he ripped from your throat drove him on further, motivating him to make you feel good.

Another gasp sprung from your lips when you felt your muscles tighten, a familiar tingle already building up beneath his hand and you eagerly tried to lift your hips against his face. Steve knew you were close, he could hear it by the way every breath out was accompanied by a sound so vulgar it had him on the edge as well. 

He took the hand looped around your leg, gathered some slick with his finger, and slowly pushed it into your pussy, finding the spot that had you screaming in pleasure. The action made him moan against your core, a sensation so intense it had you unravel before his eyes. Steve could feel your walls gripping his finger tightly, your hips lifting from the cushions in anguish. Another flick of his tongue and the knot of white, hot pleasure exploded in your gut.

The intensity of your orgasm had you choking on air, prolonged by Steve’s steady drag of his finger. He pulled his face back, as he watched you ride out your orgasm, eyes rolled back and your jaw hanging slack as you finally caught your breath again when the pressure subsided. A content smile was sneaking on his face when he saw your chest rising and falling evenly again. 

“That was-” You were out of breath. “Do it again.”

The room was hot, the smell of sex in the air when your hands reached for Steve’s neck to pull him to your lips once more. “With pleasure,” he mumbled against your mouth with a smirk, the taste of yourself still evident on his tongue and starting up the excitement in your core once again. 

Steve thrusted forward, the hard-on beneath his jeans now painfully desperate to spring free, as was your need to finally feel all of him inside of you. What you had already experienced was amazing as it was, but you knew - something told you - that it was just a fraction of the things he could show you.

Your hands fumbled on the button of his jeans, drawing grounds from Steve every time they brushed his bulge. But he let you work and settled on watching your dark eyes with every step you came closer to fully undressing him. He reveled in the anticipation they held for him. The beautiful color of your orbs was almost fully overtaken by lust and mischief, and it turned him on beyond belief. 

You sighed as his pants finally opened and pushed them off his legs along with his boxers. His cock sprung free and slapped against his abs. Your eyes switched to his face for the fraction of a second and your mouth began to water at the sight of his leaking tip. He was painfully hard, and as you reached down to stroke him, Steve stropped your wrist. 

“But Steve-“

“Please, Y/N. I need to be inside of you.” His eyes were pleading, and you swore they were a little glassy from the despair laced within his tone. 

You just nodded in anticipation, scooting back a little and watching him as he chuckled and shook his head. You were so fucking cute, all ambitious and greedy for him. He couldn’t believe that this was really happening. That he got to be so lucky. And that was after he had already had his tongue on your pussy.

He fished his wallet from the pants on the floor and retrieved a condom at record speed. It was rolled on before you could even offer to do it, but that was okay, because the next second, Steve’s body was pressed against yours again, his weight comfortably pushing you into the sofa. His cock poked your thigh, earning a breathy moan from you. 

His eyes held your stare for a solid second. There were more words hidden in his gaze than he could have ever said in years. You could see it all: thankfulness, devotion, need, dedication, and was that... love? Steve kissed the corner of your mouth before he grabbed his dick and gathered some slick with his tip, stopping right at your entrance. He sent another look your way. This one was a question, a confirmation that this was in fact what you wanted, maybe even needed. He knew he’d stop right here if you just said the word. He’d wait forever if it meant that you were comfortable - felt safe in his presence.

“Steve just- please just do it,” you whined and moved your hand to his ass to push him into you. You didn’t need to say that twice. He slowly thrusted forwards, letting you adjust to his size with every inch he gave you, watching and carefully analyzing your facial expressions.

The stretch was heavenly. And the slight burn his cock produced just drove you on further as your hands fell back to his head. Steve had his forehead pressed to yours as he finally bottomed out, remaining still for a couple breaths to adjust to you as well.

“You’re heaven.” He breathed against your skin, feeling every inch of his dick engulfed by your velvety walls. You couldn’t respond. It was all so much, so good. This suddenly felt real. You didn’t know, why now, but this - him, so close to you - for you, it was like a proper explanation. A final answer to your never asked questions. 

You had your eyes closed for another second, and when you opened them again, piercing blue engulfed you with all its beauty. You kissed him again, pushing the air from his lunges. When you lifted your hips, he started moving slowly. 

Every drag of his cock sent a wave of pleasure through your body, the friction unbelievably rewarding. Steve bit his tongue with every moan he earned, hopelessly trying to suppress the need to burst right then and there. He couldn’t do it just yet, not until he had pushed you over the edge once more. 

His thrusts grew faster with this determination in mind. He propped his elbow next to your head, his other hand found yours and laced his fingers with yours as he pushed your hands onto the pillow above your head. Your legs wrapped around his hips, giving him a deeper angle to push into you. His tip brushed right on that spot with this new position, every thrust sending perfectly small electric shocks to your limbs.

Your free hand dragged painfully slow indents to the skin on his back, making him moan out in pleasure. He lost his control for a second there, thrusting forward with force and in turn pushing you closer to release.

“Fuck, right there.” Heavy pants filled the small living room. Hot skin on skin, a thin layer of sweat coating your bodies with every wave of pleasure pulsing through you.

You could feel him twitching inside of you, the steady sensual rhythm occasionally losing pace. But Steve wouldn’t let up until you gave him one more orgasm, just one more to finally have him let go as well. His thrusts grew faster with every kiss he placed beneath your ear, the knot in your stomach gradually building until it seemed impossible to hold on. Steve felt your walls gripping him tighter. He was ready, you were ready, you just had to-

“Let go,” he whispered to your sweet spot. And with one final hard thrust, he sent you crashing down. His name rang through the room in a high pitch as your muscles clenched so hard around his cock that he wasn’t able to move anymore. The sensation was so intense, so unbelievably long, and euphoric that you felt like you were floating. Your head felt empty like all the thoughts were blown from your mind, leaving nothing but feeling for this very moment. When your walls began to pulse, he started moving again, chasing his high that had been impending for far too long. 

His hand clenched around yours as every thrust bottomed out entirely. Steve tried everything to hold himself up, but his arm gave out with the pleasure shooting through his veins. Your hips met his in free motions, riding off the other’s orgasms until all the strength was drained from your bodies. 

Steve buried his head in the crook of your neck as your bodies stilled. Your fingers still intertwined, greedily holding onto something tangible, something that felt real other than the impulses your nervous system fired through your entire being.

Minutes passed of you just lying there, comprehending the situation. A smile snuck its way on your face as the realization settled and the post-orgasm bliss consumed you fully. Steve’s chest pushed into yours with every deep breath he took on top of you. The hand on his back found its way up to his hair. You pressed your lips to his head as your nose took in the smell of his shampoo. Steve enjoyed the warmth of your skin on his cheeks. He felt like he belonged right here: tugged into you - fully inside of you. 

He smiled too, lifting his head slightly to press a kiss to your shoulder. “Next time you wanna drink yourself stupid, do it with me. At least then I’ll know that you are safe.”

You just chuckled in response. Your nails scratched his scalp lovingly, your eyes closing as you hugged him closer to you... if that was even possible.

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Ro!!! I saw this, and it remind me that nomad stev and reader...

just thinkabout when you and Steve both take a day off, and they start playing

maybe some size difference, size kinks, manhandled and nomad eat you out...(*cough)

fluffy, sweet and smut... I just...🤤🤤🤤

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sweet googlymoogly, this one hit me like a ton of bricks which is what I imagine it feels like to have Nomad Steve on top of you lol

The Game

Warnings: MINORS DNI, smut, pet names ('little one' and 'kitten'), several positions including doggy style 😉, hint o'size kink, vurray strong Steve but like explicitly cute, if that's a thing, zero attempted editing

You’re trying to read the paper to get an idea of where in the world the group is needed most. The quinjet is parked outside, charging in the sunlight since you all haven’t had the resources to stock jet fuel for months. The delay used to irritate Steve, but he’s remarkably comfortable with downtime now. Why might that be?

It’s hot in the Australian outback, go figure, and a while ago Nat discovered these two cottages on an abandoned ranch. The first time you stayed, you and Sam and Steve and Nat all patched up the structures, spreading out into a ‘girls’ house’ and ‘guys’ house’ for some days of R&R.

That was then; this is now.

Wilson and Romanoff have taken the bikes on a supply run, leaving you and Steve lazing around on two twin mattresses smooshed together on the floor. It’s still fancier than most places you lay your head these days. In naught but underwear and a tank top due to the heat, you’ve opened the newspaper from the other side of the world to see what’s happening out there, spread out on your stomach with arms crossed under your chin.

Steve, completely naked—though you joke that he has enough body hair grown out all over to cover him—makes a show out of sighing heavily before poking at your hip.

“No,” you gripe, swatting at his hand.

He whimpers and tries to tickle you, fingers sliding underneath the hem of your tank.

“I said give me ten minutes.”

“That was nine and a half minutes ago,” he whines.

You push Steve’s broad and heated palm away from you. “Have you been counting?”

“Yes.” He so matter-of-fact about it. It’s infuriating.

You turn to put your back to him. “Then I have thirty more seconds, don’t I?”

Steve growls playfully behind you, the mattress dipping with his weight and you nearly roll over.

“How about a game,” he asks, hot breath on your shoulder as he opens his jaw and lightly bites the curve of you. He keeps his mouth there as his eyes shift to meet yours.

“It’s too hot, Steve.”

“You’re hot.” He releases you and wiggles his eyebrows.

“No—“ you knock his body back with yours “—you are legitimately too hot.”

“Thank you?” He mutters something, and you can’t make it out until you hear, “three, two, one.” Steve runs his hand over your ass, tucking it between your thighs. “So you wanna play a game?”

“And then you’ll leave me alone?”

“If you win, I’ll leave you alone and I’ll cook dinner tonight.”

He knows you well; that’s a fucking challenge to succeed.

“Fine. What’s the game?”

“You have to get away from me.”

“Well, I was trying to do—“ You suck in a gasp when his hand slides across your panties and up your belly beneath your shirt, pushing you flush with his chest.

“Yes, but I wasn’t trying to hold you yet.” Steve nips at your ribcage while his giant paw presses you closer.

He is very hot, the radiating warmth of his skin broken only by the thick cushion of his beard and the bristle of the trimmed hair all down his body. The smooth skin of his dick swells at your ass while he not-quite bites his way up your neck, sealing his hold with a lick along your ear.

“Play with me, little one.”

In such a low voice, his request is indistinguishable from your captain’s command. God, that voice does things to you.

“You want me—“ you roll back toward him, noticing how he relaxes his grip to smooth down over your mound and pull the fabric off “—to get away from you?”

That’s when his other hand, the one you didn’t notice before now, grips at the back of your neck. It’s just a pulse of pressure, a hint of control. “I want you to try.”

Faster than you can exhale a shiver of excitement, your panties are gone, and Steve’s got you on your back, head lolling off the side of the mattress while he pins your hips down. He buries his face in you. It’s not fast or aggressive. He’s not a man starved. He has time, all the time in the world because you can’t get away.

Through pants and rutting groans of pleasure pushed from your lungs, you do try to shift away. That’s the game. Each time you move, even just an inch, Steve tightens around your hips and his teeth graze your inner thigh, a threat, challenge, and tease all in one little motion.

Because little motions are all you’re getting; they’re all you can manage with his strength bearing down and all he’s giving across your clit, but little motions are enough when Steve’s focused. They are more than enough with that fucking beard of his.

When he knows you’re close, he hauls you back onto the mattress, ruining all your progress (that merely got your shoulder blades to the edge). The pull and the burn and the friction and the wet of everything inside and outside of you implodes as your grab Steve’s long hair hard. You’re not even sure whether you’re pushing him into you or pulling him off of you. You’ll never know because, fuck, why would you care? He’s not budging until your screams die down.

Then he drops you, and you weakly scramble to perch yourself on your elbows, anything to show some fight left in your ravaged body.

Game’s not over. Steve’s not done.

By your ankles, he flips you. It’s not that difficult, not for Steve, and you’re not that big, certainly not compared to him.

His palms press and slide up the back of your thighs, over your ass. One stops at your hip. The other settles between those treacherous shoulder blades, riding the tanktop up to just beneath your breasts. The hand at your hip lifts your lower half, presenting everything you have as an offer to Steve. His groan and your whine harmonize and mingle in the red dust blown through the open windows.

Two fingers sink in while he chuckles. “Could have sworn you had claws, kitten,” but it’s too late. He can hold your hip, your arms, your neck, he can drape his weight overtop you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You still fight for every inch, but each rush forward ends with another inch of him sinking into you. By the time your palms are back on the floor, Steve’s buried to the hilt, and all you’ve managed to do is give him a better—no, the best angle to fuck you.

This is a stupid game, and it feels un-win-able. You get away? Well then he’s not inside you anymore, and that’s a travesty. You stop fighting? He might go easy on you, and that’s just plain unacceptable when his dick feels this good. Hell, he sounds so good, grunting and babbling about how tight you are around him, how much he loves watching your ass from ‘way up here,’ how you’re so wet his balls are dripping as they slap against your sensitive nerves. It’s an impossible situation.

But…

Captain said to play the game, and Captain Rogers must be obeyed.

You press against your hands like a stretching cat, shoving Steve back onto his heels. He huffs, his rhythm broken until you attempt to stand and jump off the bed.

Mid-air, he catches you, swatting you back down onto the springy cushion, face up and giggling. You can’t help it. You’re so not sad that your ploy ‘didn’t’ work. Your reward—the thinnest veiled punishment of it all—is Steve’s near-feral attack on your breasts, top ripped over your head, nipples caressed, sucked, and bitten to within an inch of your life, or so it feels to your lung. The now dire ache grows between your legs.

As if on cue, he lines himself back up, a glorious sigh rolling off his shiny pink lips. Steve pushes that giant paw of his into your stomach again, this time using the other to prop your leg over his chest and shoulder. He clutches your thigh to his straining abs.

Sweet mercy, he knows. He goddamn knows that’s the spot. He can feel himself thrust inside you. He savors the slow drag of his head beneath his own fingers through your skin, but he can only handle that so long.

You coming around him is his downfall. His eyebrows synch together crudely, and his movements falter. Steve’s moans cut off in higher and higher whines.

This is your moment; he’s useless when he comes.

You seize onto his broad shoulders for leverage, using the slick of your arousal and his sweat to launch out of his grasp and off the bed. Though the victory feels empty without Steve filling you, you’re granted the glorious sight of the beast that is Nomad frantically stroking himself to completion. His desperate, small cry at having to shoot his load on the sheets beneath him instead of deep in your heat may as well be music.

That treat alone could be enough of a prize, and it is…until those blue eyes turn up toward you through long lashes, a grin breaking through the coarse hair all around it.

“Best two outta three?”

Ope, feeling myself gettin' frisky, gang. Good thing I've got two series that all have smut next...

Hope you enjoyed reading! Reblogs and feedback are always welcome!

[jessybarnes]

Sweet Caress

Pairing - Steve Rogers x Reader 

Rating - 18+ Only!! Minors DNI!!

Tags - NSFW TITLE CARD!!!!, Angst, fluff, smut, dom/sub, use of a flogger, oral (female receiving), fingering, yelling, mentions of a mission gone wrong, fighting, stress, crying, language, choking, unprotected sex, and I think that's it.

Word Count - 4,843

Beta - T. Thompson 

Title Card - Yours Truly

The entry hatch to the quinjet slammed shut as everyone took their respective seats. Nat sat next to Bruce, his hand holding hers while his thumb drew small circles on her skin. Bucky sat in the co-pilot seat chewing on the nails of his flesh hand, while Clint sat opposite, Nat and Bruce cleaning his arrows.

Y/N and Steve were the last to board the jet, the sound of his combat boots echoed off the floor as he made his way to the pilot's seat. She plopped down next to Clint and huffed loudly before flicking a piece of debris off her pant leg. 

No one said anything, the silence slowly becoming deafening with each minute that ticked by. Everyone, however, was aware of the palpable tension radiating between Steve and Y/N.

Nat focused on the other woman's body language. It may not have been evident to Bruce or Clint, but she could practically see the inner turmoil swirling around in her mind.

"Y/N, you were just going on instinct. Stop beating yourself up like this. Everyone makes mist-" 

"NO!"

Steve nearly ripped the safety harness from his torso as he abruptly stood up.

"You don't just ignore a direct order and go on instinct, Natasha! Y/N could have gotten herself killed!"

Bucky sighed and grabbed the aircraft's controls as his best friend's voice echoed through the small cabin of the aircraft.

"Cap, cut her some slack, okay? I've fucked up way worse than this and all I got from you was a simple 'do better next time' lecture. You're overreacting." 

Y/N stood up and crossed her arms. "Thank you, Nat, but I've got this one."

She stared into his narrowed blue eyes and held her ground. "I did what needed to be done, Steve. I got the damn files we needed didn't I?"

Her fists clenched tightly as her voice matched his in volume. "Yeah, maybe I had to fight a few HYDRA assholes alone, but that's what we do! We do what we have to, to get the job done!"

Steve was seething as he backed her up against the metal wall, his large hands on either side of her head boxing her in. "I don't care, Y/N!"

His voice was dangerously low now, and she scolded herself internally at how her body reacted to it. "You were reckless! Those goddamn files don't mean anything when it comes to our safety, your safety." 

They stared silently at each other, her eyes looking up into his perilously. Steve's chest heaved as he took in the features of her face. Even when she was angry, Y/N still took his breath away.

Her eyes flicked to his lips briefly before moving back up to his own. Such a small action shouldn't affect him this much, but the way she was looking at him was about to make him fuck her right here in front of everyone.

Natasha was right, he was overreacting. He couldn't control himself around her, and it scared him.

"Whatever you say, Captain."

The way his rank rolled off her tongue made his cock stir with interest, but the sarcasm in her tone took resonance over the way his body craved hers. He was angry. Angry at the fact that she didn't value her life as much as he did. 

"My office. The moment we get back to the tower. Do you understand?"

Instead of answering him she shoved him away from her and sat back down next to Clint.

"That's an order, Y/N!"

She glared at him as he walked back to take over the controls from Bucky. "Yeah, whatever. I heard you." 

The remainder of the flight was silent other than the whirring sounds from the aircraft and the occasional loud sigh. Once they were on the ground, Y/N was the first one off the jet. She walked swiftly to the tower's main entrance, her bag slung haphazardly over her shoulder. 

"Whoa, kid! Where's the fire?"

Tony cocked an eyebrow at her as she stormed through the common area towards the hallway that led to her room. Y/N held up her hand to stop him from asking anything else.

"Not the time, Stark." 

Tony watched her disappear through her bedroom door and rolled his eyes. He and the rest of the team could see the blatant sexual tension between her and America's hero, and it was tiring watching them tiptoe around one another.

Steve entered with the others a couple of minutes later. Bucky and Clint headed in the direction of the gym while Natasha and Bruce took the stairs down to his lab.

Steve grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and leaned his hip against the countertop facing Tony. "I take it she's in her room?"

Tony nodded. "Sure is."

He watched his friend pick at the bottle's label before finally deciding it was time to give him a push in the right direction. "Trouble in paradise?"

Steve licked his lips and twisted the cap off his drink.

Tony crossed his arms and cleared his throat, trying again. "Let me guess, Y/N took matters into her own hands and disobeyed the Capsicle?" 

Steve rolled his eyes and took a swig from the water bottle. "Ugh, do you have to call me that?"

He drank half of it before screwing the cap back on. "I just… I don't understand her, Tony. She…She doesn't get that her life is just as important as the rest of ours."

Tony chuckled, his head shaking slightly. "Listen closely, red, white, and blue because it's obvious you're not looking at the big picture here. Y/N is testing you! She's the newest one on the team and she's simply seeing how far she can push those patriotic buttons of yours. Sounds to me like you gotta put her in her place."

He raised his eyebrows and grabbed an apple from the bowl on the kitchen island. Steve furrowed his brow. Tony was one of the only two people who knew about his past submissives, the other being Bucky, of course. He took a moment to mull over his friend's advice, finally looking up at him only to be met with his signature smirk. "So you're saying I need to… punish her?"

Tony took a bite and pointed a finger toward him. "I didn't say that, but you do what you think is best."

Steve shook his head and watched him leave the kitchen. "Thanks, man," he called after him.

"Don't mention it. Seriously, I don't want the details. I'll be in my man cave if you need me though." 

Steve sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It had been years since he'd had a sub. Hell, he wasn't even sure he knew where most of his toys were. Finishing his water, he grabbed two more out of the fridge before walking the short distance to his office.

Seeing it empty made him feel more at ease. Even though she'd disobeyed him yet again, he needed a moment to prepare himself. He hasn't been in his dominant headspace in a while, and having a quiet moment would help get him there again. 

The tips of his fingers slid across the smooth wooden top of his desk as he walked around it. He drew the blinds and dimmed the lighting so it gave the room a more intimate feel. Steve took a seat and closed his eyes.

He focused on his breathing, the ticking of the wall clock, and the slight hum of the air conditioner. Soon his mind was clear, void of all things except her.

He imagined her Y/H/L Y/H/C hair sliding between his fingers, her smooth skin beneath his fingertips, those brilliant Y/E/C eyes looking up at him while her plump lips wrapped around the head of his cock. "Fuck…"

His right hand palmed his dick straining against his pants, precum already leaking from the tip. 

"FRIDAY" Steve's voice was raspy as he spoke to the AI.

"Yes, Captain Rogers?"

His tongue came out to wet his lips. "Tell Y/N I said to wear something that makes her feel pretty and to be in my office in five minutes."

"Of course, Captain Rogers."

He reluctantly pulled his hand away from himself and reached into the bottom drawer of the desk to dig around for one of his homemade floggers. 

Y/N was sprawled out on her bed, eyes closed while her favorite playlist blared through the speaker system Tony hooked her up with. The way Steve held her against the wall was still so vivid in her mind.

She was mad. Not because he yelled at her, no, that didn't bother her much. She was more upset with herself. The dampness in her panties was proof that her attraction to the super-soldier was imminent. How could her body betray her like that?

Y/N sighed, her forearm covering her eyes as she lay on her back. 

Her music paused and the sound of the tower's AI brought her out of her daze. "Miss Y/L/N?"

Y/N didn't even bother moving. "Whoever is outside my door is wasting their time, FRIDAY. I don't want visitors."

"Miss Y/L/N, there is no one awaiting entrance to your sleeping quarters. I was, however, instructed to relay a message to you."

Y/N sat up on her elbows. "A message?"

"Yes, I was to inform you that Captain Rogers would like for you to wear something that makes you feel pretty and to be in his office in five minutes." 

Y/N didn't move. Her brows furrowed as she moved to a full sitting position. He wants me to wear something that makes me feel pretty? She tried to come up with a reason for his odd request but was brought back to reality by the AI's voice again.

"You have four minutes remaining on your timer Miss Y/L/N."

With a heavy sigh, she climbed out of bed and opened her closet. Her eyes settled on a white button-up shirt and a black mini shirt. Simple, but also sexy at the same time. Y/N changed into the outfit before slipping on a pair of thigh-high stockings and her favorite stilettos.

"One minute and forty-five seconds remaining."

"Thank you, FRIDAY, please let Steve know I'm on my way."

Steve's ears perked up as light footsteps crept closer and closer to his office door. He took a deep breath to gather his bearings, slowly exhaling as a small knock sounded against the wood.

"Come in."

The door opened slowly, anticipation growing by the moment, revealing her to him inch by inch. Steve blinked, taking her in. His cock twitched in interest and it took every ounce of control to keep himself from moaning out loud. 

"Steve?"

Y/N took a tentative step past the threshold eyeing him warily.

"What's going on? Why is it so dark in here? Why did you want me to dress up? Oh, and another thing, no matter what you have to say I still don't regret anything I-."

"Stop talking."

Her eyes grew wide at the tone of his words, the remainder of her thought lost as she looked at him stunned. "Wh-What? You can't talk to me like th-."

Steve slammed his hands on the desk and stood up. "I SAID STOP TALKING!" 

Y/N jumped at his sudden outburst and stumbled back slightly. She stayed still as Steve walked around his desk and leaned his lower back against it.

"Come." His finger made a 'come hither' motion and he gestured to the chair next to him. "Sit."

Y/N wasn't used to taking orders. Hell, she was still getting used to taking them when they were on missions, but she listened to him anyway. 

Once seated she became instantly hypersensitive to everything around her. The smell of Steve's cologne, the sound of his fingertips drumming on the oak desktop, the feeling of the cool leather seat sticking to the back of her legs, her berry chapstick flavor coating her tongue as it came out to wet her lips, and seeing the way his chest rose and fell heavily.

"That's twice in one day, Y/N." 

She moved her gaze to his and narrowed her eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"You've disobeyed me twice today." Steve's arms crossed over his chest.

"Twice?! What do you-."

He turned his head sharply toward her, eyes full of authority.

"Enough! It's my turn to talk, Y/N. I told you to wait for backup. I was minutes from your location, but you couldn't wait, could you? That was the first time. Then you did it again when I asked you to go to my office. Do you think this is a game? You think you can just be careless with your life?!" 

He was quiet only for a moment as he looked into her eyes.

"You can't be reckless anymore, Y/N. You mean too much to me."

His last sentence was barely audible, but it still made her heart race.

"Stand up."

She stood slowly, their bodies so close together now that she could feel his warm breath on her cheek.

"Steve, I-" His lips slammed against hers silencing her. 

Y/N stiffened. Never in her life did she think this moment would come. Steve Rogers was kissing her? Once it sank in that this wasn't, in fact, a dream, she began to kiss him back.

Steve licked her bottom lip and groaned when she immediately complied. Their tongues fighting for dominance, his winning easily. He switched their positions and shoved everything off his desk in one quick swipe. 

"Steve, wh-"

He cut her off again, pressing a finger against her lips. "That's not my name, sugar. Not right now anyway."

Y/N stared at him, searching his face for a clearer explanation. Oh. Oh, she was so fucked. Once it finally clicked what he was doing, her eyes widened and she took a slow shaky breath.

"There we go, now you're with me. You gonna listen to me now, princess?"

She nodded and his eyes narrowed sharply. "Answer me, Y/N."

She licked her lips and gripped the side of his desk tightly. "...Yes."

Steve's jaw tensed and he wrapped a hand firmly around her throat. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to get his point across.

"Yes, what?"

If her panties weren't ruined before then they certainly were now.

"Yes, sir." 

He let go of her neck and turned her around so her front was resting against his desk. "Good girl. You are to address me as sir or Captain. Now, before I do anything else, we need to go over the rules. Can you be good and pay attention to my words?"

Y/N's answer was immediate, her voice just above a whisper. "Yes, Captain."

He chuckled darkly and leaned down right next to her ear. "That's what I like to hear."

Y/N shuddered and he smirked at how responsive she was. Oh, he was definitely going to ruin her for any other man. 

Steve let his fingers slide along her sides as he began to speak again.

"First things first, I will never force you to do anything you're not comfortable with. I'm not doing this to hurt you, doll. I'm trying to teach you a lesson. You already know rule number two. Steve may be my name, but not in this setting. Captain and sir are the only correct responses. That brings me to my third and final rule. You need a safeword, and since this is our first time doing this together I think the stoplight system is a good start.

Green means you're one hundred percent okay with whatever I'm doing to you, yellow means it's still okay but you need me to slow down and give you a minute, and red means stop everything and the scene will end completely. No questions asked. So, darlin', do you want this? Do you want me?"

He slowly turned her head to the side so he could see her eyes. Y/N looked absolutely wrecked and he'd barely touched her. Her skin was flushed and she was a shaking panting mess.

"Baby girl, I need you to answer me, or I won't give you what I know you're craving. Your body gave me its answer the moment I kissed you, but I need that pretty mouth of yours to tell me what your mind says."

Y/N swallowed thickly. "P-Please, Captain...need you…"

Steve raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, s'not enough, baby. I know you need me. I can clearly see that, but I asked if you wanted me. There's a difference."

She whined, her arousal now coating the inside of her thighs. "Yes, sir. I-I...I want you." 

He smirked devilishly. "Oh, princess, when I'm done with you everyone in this tower will know who you belong to. Gonna have you screamin'"

Steve pushed Y/N's chest against his desk, the shortness of her skirt riding up leaving little to the imagination. His large hand slid up the back of her thigh and splayed across her ass.

"You're so beautiful, baby...your skin is gonna look so pretty when I'm done marking you."

He reached for the flogger and drug the leather tendrils across her body slowly. "You feel that, princess?"

He brought it around so she could see it and smirked when she whimpered. "This is called a flogger. You can buy them, but I made this one myself."

Steve offered it to her and watched as she touched the braided handle tentatively. "Will um….does it...does it hurt, Sir?" 

He stood her upright and moved in front of her. She was trembling slightly, her eyes trained to the floor. He used his first and middle fingers on his free hand to tilt her chin up so she met his gaze.

"Oh, Sweetheart, I'd never ever hurt you. Here." Steve handed her the toy. "Try it out. Think of it like it's a mini whip and flick your arm with it."

Y/N gripped the flogger in her right hand and let the tips of the other end glide across her left forearm. They were surprisingly soft. She looked at Steve again, his encouraging nod giving her the confidence to raise it in the air.

"Just flick your wrist and let the momentum do the rest of the work."

She took in a breath and listened, moving her wrist down in a quick motion. At first contact, she noticed a slight sting. It wasn't painful, but her skin still became slightly red. 

With a shaky hand, Y/N handed the toy back. "...Okay."

He took note of her not following rule number two but decided to let it slide. She was new to this, and he didn't want to scare her away.

"Hey, look at me."

She did, and he immediately saw an array of emotions in her wide eyes.

"Y/N, we don't have to do th-"

He was cut off by her lips as they smashed onto his own. Steve growled when she pressed her body flush against his. He pulled away and cupped her face in his hands.

"Now, princess, I know you're not used to having a dominant so I won't add to your punishment, but I make the rules. I'll decide when you kiss me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Captain."

He bent her over the desk once again and knelt behind her, his large hands moving the fabric of her skirt above her hips. "Fuck, baby-doll you're soaked. Dripping all down your legs. Bet you fuckin' taste like heaven. Can I?"

Y/N moaned and pushed back into his touch, "Sir, please..."

Steve wasted no time, his fingertips hooking around the waistband of her panties. The lace material slid easily down her legs, stopping to rest around her ankles. His calloused palms slid back up to grip her ass firmly.

"God, you're a fuckin' dream come true, honey."

Y/N whimpered, her skin erupting with goosebumps in anticipation. Steve started a trail of kisses along the back of her legs, making his way up to her pussy agonizingly slow.

"C-Captain…"

He nipped at her inner thigh making her suck in a breath. "Shh...I know baby, I know…"

He flattened his tongue, slowly dragging it between her folds savoring her taste. "Ohmyfu-...Sir, I… please!" 

He groaned and delved deeper bringing his right index finger up to circle her clit. "Mmm...doll, you taste like candy. So fuckin' sweet."

Y/N's legs began to shake, her orgasm approaching faster than she thought it would. The way his left hand gripped her skin surely would leave bruises, how his mouth ravished her pussy like he needed her to live, his fingertips pinching and rolling her clit, it was all too much.

She couldn't stop herself, her nails clawing at the desk as she screamed. "I can't...I'm gonna...Oh, fu-STEVE!!!"

Y/N didn't even realize her mistake. She'd blacked out momentarily from her orgasm, so being able to control her brain-to-mouth filter was almost impossible. It wasn't until she was picked up and slammed against the wall that she understood how badly she fucked up. 

Steve's eyes were nearly black, his pupils covering all but a sliver of blue. The fingers on his right hand curled around her neck again squeezing enough to make her light-headed.

"What’s."

"My."

"Name?"

She whined and rolled her eyes in the back of her head. Steve grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled. "Answer me, Y/N! Now!"

"I-... I didn't mean to, sir...I'm sorry."

A predatory grin spread across his face as he eyed her up and down. "That's not gonna cut it, sweetheart. Not only did you break rule number two, but you came without my permission. I think…," His left hand released her hair and caressed her face gingerly, smoothing the pad of his thumb along her lower lip. "...someone needs to be reminded who's in charge here,"

Y/N whined as he brought her back to his desk. Steve sat in his leather office chair and patted his lap giving his next command.

"C'mon princess, lay down for me."

She bit her lip and laid her body over his legs so her ass was on full display for him.

"That's my good girl. Now, I think ten strikes is enough for your actions, don't you? Five for each side, baby doll." 

Steve grabbed his flogger and rubbed the cool leather along the small of her back.

"Okay baby, you're going to count these out for me. Each one, got it? If you be a good girl and do this right I'll let you ride my cock. Think you can do that for me, pretty girl?"

Y/N felt her walls clench around nothing at the thought of Steve's cock inside her. She'd do anything to have him fill her up at this point.

"Y-Yes Captain."

Steve moved the toy lower, a few of the tendrils sliding along her folds becoming wet with her juices.

"Good, doll. What's your color right now?"

"Green, s-sir."

That must have been all the confirmation he needed because the next thing Y/N felt was the first of her ten strikes. 

SMACK

The blunt tips of the flogger snapped against the skin of Y/N's ass making her whimper. "O-One…" 

SMACK

Steve repeated the action on her other cheek and admired how her skin reddened. "...Two." 

SMACK….SMACK

Three and four were quick, making her cry out. Y/N could feel Steve's cock twitch against her lower stomach and it made her even wetter. "Oh, god...th-three...four." 

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

She was over halfway there. Her skin was becoming numb, but the sting of the flogger made her clit throb every time. "Five… please… please fu- six...seven." 

SMACK….SMACK

Eight and nine made her eyes sting with unshed tears, but she knew how stressed Steve was because of her actions. She knew how much he needed this. "Eight….n-nine." Her voice was hoarse as she prepared herself for the last strike. 

SMACK

"T-Ten…"

Both of them were a panting mess as he let the flogger clatter to the floor.

"Fuck, baby…you did so well."

Steve lifted her into his arms and carried her to the adjacent couch. Y/N stood on wobbly legs as he finished undressing her.

"So beautiful…"

His lips captured hers in a tender kiss making her heart swell. "You wanna ride me, baby?" Steve pulled back to look into her eyes.

"Yes sir… please…" He made quick work at removing his clothes and sat down, pulling her to straddle his lap. 

His cock rested thick and long just above his belly button making her bite her lip.

"Let me prep you, sugar." Steve held her hip with one hand and pushed two fingers inside her, pumping them slowly.

"Oh, my g-...Cap...I need...please…"

He added a third finger and felt her walls clench. "Nuh-uh princess… don't you dare. Not yet. I wanna feel this pretty pussy cum around my dick."

Y/N nodded and whimpered when he pulled his fingers out, the loss of them making her feel empty. Soon the emptiness was replaced by the tip of his cock sinking ever so slowly inside her. Steve helped her sink down onto him until she'd taken him to the hilt.

"Shit, baby doll...you feel so fuckin' perfect around me."

Both of them moaned as she began to raise and lower her hips in a steady rhythm. 

Steve leaned forward taking one of her nipples between his teeth, biting down slightly before soothing it with his tongue. His hand pinched and pulled the other between his fingers.

"Oh, Captain….Captain I… please m'so close….so close please please please."

He gave the valley between her breasts a chaste kiss before sitting back to look up at her. His hands held her still and chuckled at the frustration on her face.

"Patience, sweetheart. I wanna savor this moment. You look so pretty like this. Still can't believe the prettiest woman in the world chose an old man like me."

Y/N felt her bottom lip quiver at his words, her small hand coming to rest on his cheek. "I was yours the moment we met, Steve." 

He pulled her down and crashed his lips on hers. His tongue dove into her mouth as he began to move inside her again.

It didn't matter that she'd called him Steve. Nothing mattered at that moment other than her. It wasn't anything he was used to, going slow, making love like this. Being able to feel every inch of her tight walls squeezing him, the warmth of her mouth molding with his, and her soft skin beneath his battle-worn hands.

She was a part of him that he didn't know he'd been missing.

"Y/N,...baby, you're so good...so good, doll. M'not gonna last much longer...cum with me."

He moved his fingertips to her clit, making small slow circles that timed perfectly with his thrusts.

"St-Steve…Oh baby, right there...yes! Yes, don't stop...oh fuck I...I'm gonna cum!" 

The moment her walls tightened around him he was a goner. Steve stilled inside her, his moans mixing with hers as they both fell over the edge.

Her forehead rested against his as they took a moment to catch their breath. Finally, he slipped out of her and laid down with her head against his chest.

"You alright, honey?"

His fingertips combed through her hair while his other hand reached for the aloe lotion on the side table behind his head.

"M'sore...but it's a good kind of sore."

Steve laughed and poured a small amount into his hand. "You did so well, sweetheart. I'm proud of you and I know you're tired, but I have to take care of those pretty red marks I left on you."

Y/N made a sound of affirmation and nuzzled her face into his neck. Steve smirked and began rubbing the lotion gently into her skin.

"There we go, baby. All done. You can close your eyes...I'll be here when you wake up."

Y/N sighed and let herself relax against his chest, the steady beat of his heart lulling her to sleep. Steve smiled into her hair and covered her with a blanket as he wrapped his arm protectively around her waist.

There were a lot of things he wasn't sure of. The future, who the next bad guy was going to be, or where he'd be in five years wasn't clear to him.

The only thing that was certain to him was Y/N. She made him feel whole, a constant in his fast-paced life, and he knew in his heart that she was his forever.

[stevesbestgirl]

Marvel Masterlist

Please see under the cut for my Marvel characters masterlist! Current characters include: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Stucky, Natasha Romanoff, Loki, Helmut Zemo, Steven Grant, and Johnny Storm. This also includes my Eddie/Venom fic (It took place when they were in the MCU, so it counts). Enjoy!

Find my main Masterlist here!

Because it needs to be said, no one has my permission to translate or repost my fics anywhere.

Key:

🔥 - smut

❤ - fluff

💀 - angst (always with a happy ending because I am soft)

💫 - my favorites

One Shots:

Drunk Enough (Steve Rogers x Reader) ❤ 💫

-> Star Spangled (Steve Rogers x Reader) ❤

Teamwork (Steve Rogers x GN!Reader)  ❤

Series:

A Moment of Your Time (Mob!Bucky x f!Reader) ❤ 🔥

One Shots:

A Walk in the Park (Bucky x f!Reader)  🔥

Shades of Gray (FATWS!Bucky x enhanced!Flagsmasher!Reader) 💀

Sunshine (ex!Bucky x Reader) 💀❤

Hooked (Captain Hook!Bucky x Lost!Reader) 💀❤

Last Call (Biker!Bucky x f!Reader) ❤ 💫

Shooting Blind (Bucky x Reader)  ❤ 💫

In the Pit (Pit Boss!Bucky x f!Reader)  🔥

Secrets (Bucky Barnes x f!Reader)  ❤

One Shots

Dolled Up (Stucky x f!Reader) 🔥 💫

Late Nights (Stucky x f!Reader)  🔥 💫

Performance Review (CEO!Stucky x Reader) ❤

Down to Business (dark!CEO!Stucky x Reader) ❤

The Auction (Mafia!Stucky x Reader) ❤ 🔥 💫

Part 1 Part 2

Sticky Notes (Stucky x Reader)  ❤

Series:

Vanaheim Storms (Loki x f!Reader)  ❤ 💫 Completed

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

One Shots:

Bock Haben (Zemo x f!Reader) 🔥 💫

Blind Date with Daddy!Zemo (Daddy!Zemo x F!Reader) ❤

One Shots:

Don't Be Afraid (Steven Grant x Reader) 💀❤

Excited (Steven Grant x Reader) ❤🔥

Love Languages with the Moon Boys  ❤

Series:

Phases of the Moon (Steven Grant x f!Reader)  ❤

Masterlist

One Shots:

We Are Drunk (Eddie/Venom x f!Reader) 🔥

Drabbles:

There Was One Bed (Johnny Storm X f!Reader)  ❤