#Steve rogers short story

[callmissrogers]

There You Are Sweetheart. | Steve Rogers x Reader One Short.

Summary: Y/n just wanted to bring her sister a package. What she didn't expect was being picked on by two soldiers or being rescued by a handsome stranger.

Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1,909

Warnings: fluff and some goofiness. Y/n does get harassed by some jerks, but nothing happens. Let me know if I missed anything.

Note: very minimal editing and gold stars to anyone who catches what this is a reference to.

It's beginning to feel like spring. The cherry blossoms have sprung into bloom, and Y/n has a date to bring her sister, Felicity, a package that was delivered to her house whilst Felicity was away. On the way there, her horrible sense of direction has her taking a wrong turn and into the pathway of some soilders on their lunch break. Will Y/N end up in some sort of trouble, or will someone dashing come to her rescue? Read to find out.

Hey! I'll be at on a coffee shop today at 3... Could you bring me my package then? It's a little hole in the wall place by all the fancy vintage stores you like.

Of course, Felicity would want to meet at a coffee shop. Y/n was positive her sweet younger sister couldn't survive even a couple of hours without a caffeine kick.

She looked around her office (which was really her apartment) for an excuse to stay in, but couldn't find any. All of the outfits that needed tailoring had already been tailored.

Plus, really, she hadn't seen her sister for a while, and they needed to catch up. Y/n just hated going out in the late afternoon. It meant that she'd likely be heading back during rush hour and would end up eating dinner late. If there was anything that y/n didn't appreciate, was having her routine messed up. . . She was well aware that she lived like a little old lady sometimes.

Closer to time, she got dressed in an outfit that was fit to be seen in. Her baby pink lounge set was incredibly comfortable for working long hours at home, but it was hardly a fashion statement.

The coffee shop in question was about 15 blocks away from her place, so she decided to walk. Admittedly, this probably wasn't the best idea in the world. Y/n has a tendency to get lost in her local grocery store.

So, with an earphone in one ear, she listened to her favorite oldies playlist, as life was better when it had a soundtrack and was on her way.

A few blocks down, she took a left down an alley that was its own hole in the wall. It held a bar favored by military members and directly across from that there was a karaoke pizza joint. Y/n always thought that made an odd coupling.

Tho, a part of her wondered if the college girls who favored the pizza place went there just for the chance of getting with an army man without any understanding of what military life was really like.

She was musing on this when two soldiers stepped out directly in front of her and thereby blocked her pathway.

"Um. Excuse me." She gasped, trying to get around them.

"Looks like this little mouse lost her way," one of them joked, taking a swig from his beer bottle.

She shook her head, "Oh no, I'm not lost."

The second soldier peered down at her with a grin on his face and then said, "This little mouse looks thirsty. We should take her to get a drink."

Y/n was beginning to get nervous, and she had no idea how she was going to get out of this situation. She had never had any issues cutting through here before, but now she was wishing she had taken the route that passed the pet store instead.

All she could think to say was, "No thanks, my sister is waiting for me." Hopping that by knowing she had some place to be that they would just leave her be.

But they just shared a glance, laughing to themselves before the one of the right replied with a "We've heard that excuse before." Then the one on the left winked at her and said, "She's actually pretty cute for a mouse."

His pal chuckled and then reached out to place a hand on her shoulder, "How old are you anyway? Live close by?"

Now they were both getting uncomfortably close, and y/n had a terrible vision about being stuck having to sit in this bar with them until they had gone from just tipsy to black out drunk.

"Leave me alone!" She tried to yell, but it came out as more of a loud statement.

"You see, your personality scares all the girls."So I think she's cuter when she's scared."

She was done for, body stiffening up, hands trembling, trying not to drop the package.

"There you are, sweetheart," someone said behind her. Only when someone tucked their arm around hers and pulled her from the soldiers' grasp did she realize that the stranger was talking to her.

But she certainly didn't know anyone who would call her that. That much she was sure of.

"I'm sorry I'm late." He said, gazing down at her. She had to crane her neck just to look him in the eye. He was a tall, blond headed man with strong features. His bright blue eyes bore into hers with concern.

Did she know this man? No. No, she did not. But all she could manage to do in response to his saving her from these two was to open and close her mouth repeatedly.

"I've been looking for you everywhere." Her rescuer continued acting like they knew each other. Not only knew each other but were in some sort of relationship.

Oh boy, was y/n's head spinning now.

"Hey man, we were just talking to your girl here." One of the soilders tried to explain.

Her rescuer looked at the pair and then said, "Really? It looked to me like you were trying to force a lady into drinks after she said no. Time to learn some boundaries, gentlemen. We'll be going." And then he gently led her up and out of the alleyway, only stopping once they were completely out of sight of the bar.

"Are you ok?" He asked, his head tilting to get a better look at her face. This man had to at least be 6"2, and he made y/n feel positively tiny.

Taking a deep breath, she nodded. "I will. I will never take that street again. That's for sure."I'm sorry that it did. Letting off steam is no excuse to treat a lady that way."

"Thank you. . . I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't come along like that." She said, pulling the hem of her cardigan sleeve.

"I was just doing what anyone should do in a situation like that,"

"But. Can I ask-- No nevermind." She mumbled, feeling her cheeks heat up from embarrassment.

"No, no. Go on, please, " He encouraged, actually seeming eager to hear her out.

"Wh - why'd you pretend to be my boyfriend or something?" She asked, feeling really, really stupid.

Now he was blushing.

"To be honest, ma'am, it was the only thing I could think of on the spur of the moment." He said with a nervous laugh.

When her phone chimed, y/n pulled it out to see a text from Felicity.

where are you?

"Well, I thought it was smart. . . You're very much the gentlemen." She said with a smile, feeling much more relaxed than she had a moment ago.

He looked like he was about to say something when her phone chimed again

Beginning to freak out a bit, sis. Are you ok?

Y/n sighed, looking from the phone screen up to her rescuer. "I should... I should probably get going. My sister's getting worried about me."

"Where is it you're headed? If you don't mind me asking." He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. How was it possible for someone to look so at ease and yet so uncomfortable at the same time?

"She wanted to meet at a coffee shop a few blocks away from here." Y/n replied, adjusting her bag and trying to look anywhere but at him.

They made quite the pair.

After shifting from foot to foot for a moment, he said, "I could walk you."

Y/n didn't know why, but that small gesture made her smile in the biggest way.

"Really? You don't have to."Ah. Well, now I'm invested after all. I've been looking for you all day." He said, matching her smile. If she could read his mind right now, she'd know that he just congratulated himself for coming up with something that was smooth as a response

So he offered her his arm again, and the pair made their way to the coffee shop.

Meandering past store fronts and other businesses as they went.

"This is it." Y/n fianlly said, stopping in her tracks.

It was a coffee shop that looked like it hadn't aged for about 60 years.

"I love this side of town," He said as a response.

"Things feel a little more normal here." "More normal?" Y/n asked, not understanding what he meant by that statement.

"That would be a very long story that we don't have time for at the present moment." He said again, smiling down at her.

"Oh. I see." Y/n giggled at her own confusion. This man saved her, escorted her to meet her sister, and now adds some mystery to the mix.

"I'll let you go. Don't want to worry that sister of yours anymore." He said with a tip of his head and he started to walk away.

"Wait!" Y/n blurted, forgetting herself. He turned to face her again, judging by the expression on his face, he was surprised by her sudden outburst. Then his brows shot up as if to say, "Go on."

"What's -whats your name?" She asked, willing herself to hold onto this bold feeling long enough to get this out.

He smiled and then said, "Steve Rogers."

Y/n's eyes widened, and her boldness melted into total embarrassment. Perhaps she was drugged or something to be out of her mind enough to not realize she had been with not just some kind stranger off the street, but rather CAPTAIN AMERICA. And he had called her "sweetheart", even if he hadn't really meant it, he had still said it.

She would dream about that for the next month while she hemmed dresses.

"Miss. Miss!" Steve said, having come closer again to get her attention. Y/n jumped when she realized he was right in front of her.

"Sorry. I'm y/n y/l/n. "

"Well, y/n y/l/n," He said, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a pocket notebook he scribbled something down and then gave it to her. "If you happen to be free this Friday night. There's a restaurant in this neighborhood. Very old timey, like me. . ." He said nervously, laughing again. "We could have a meal, I could tell you that story and I could learn more about you. I mean, aside from the fact that you have a sister and listen to 'Sh Boom' when you walk around the city."

He had noticed what she had been listening to?

All y/n could do was squeak a "yes." Before running back into the coffee shop and slamming the door in his face.

Felicity looked up in surprise, "What took you so long? Are you ok?"

Y/n sat down and, in one breath, said, "I think Captain America just asked me out on a date, and I said yes."

NOTE: I wrote this in one sitting, and at first, I thought it was sweet. Now, I think I might have actually made it corny. I'm going with it anyways but please let me know what you thought of it. Thanks!

Note 2: Part 3 of 'That's my Girl' will be coming out soonish keep an eye out!

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[samlacy]

Hii, another story, but this one is way shorter since!

Steve rogers x male reader

contains : nsft, soft steve rogers, sad male reader, size difference, insecurities, loving words, marking, not proof read sorry!, soft, fluff

words : 453

TALL BABY

You are Steve's tall baby. Even if Steve rogers was 6'0, you managed to pass him by being 6'4. Not gonna lie, you were pretty insecure about it since the stereotypical bottoms were way shorter than their tops. Whenever you had those thoughts, steve reassured you with those sweet words he would always say, that your height doesn't say how incredable you were to him.

After all, no matter the size difference, he was able to make you feel small under him whenever y'all had the sub/dom play. Sometimes you wondered how you even deserve him? He is so precious and takes care of you so well. The thoughts only killed you more, not only you felt too manly to be a bottom, but also felt so selfish.

Tears were so close to spill out of your eyes, but suddenly a big light flashed your eyes. The door of the dark bedroom opened as the light outside made room in it. A shadow was standing in front, not sure where it looked at.

"God, what are you doing in this pitch black room? Plus.. are you crying?", the voice spoke, it was steve's voice. Smooth and warm. It was straight up caressing your back and played with your hair as it hugged you tightly. That's how Steve's amazing voice felt.

"Huh?", you asked confused, you didn't even realize the tears started spilling out more and more. God you needed him so bad, but felt so selfish. Does he even feel pleasured with you?

Steve comes closer as he settles himself in front of you. He was bending down a little to wipe your tears away and pull your head to his chest. The warmness on your wet cheeks made you feel a little better. A hug. A hug was what you needed the most.

Right after Steve shh'ed you and pulled your lips to his. His tongue was eating your mouth out. The kiss felt so good you, it was almost like you were on cloud nine. His presence, everything is so nice.

A push on the bed was everything you needed to pull yourself back more and lay straight down on the bed. The kiss broke, but instead of it, he lifted your shirt up till your chest hit the cold air and started sucking bruises around your nipples. You moaned and whimpered at the pain.

"I will make you feel so good, darling. Just relax and let me take care of you", the tears felt like spilling again, but you held them back again. He was so sweet. Your bad mood just disappeared in thin air. Now you were focused on his pleasing sucking skills.

And his fucking skills later on.

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[scandinavianfairytale]

Look at you

Pairing: Captain Hydra x Reader

Warnings: Dark fic, 18+, Steve is not a good guy in this, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, mentions of fighting, murder in self-defense, mentions of blood, stabbing, cursing, threats, intimidation, smut (non-con, unprotected sex (STDs are no joke, make sure you're using protection), rough sex, praising, degradation, multiple creampies, excessive cum, fingering, multiple rounds, passing out during sex). 😬

A/N: This is a VERY DARK work of FICTION, please DO NOT READ if any of the warnings trigger you, you are a minor or you find any of them disturbing. 🙏

Steve has been observing the scene from the shadows. He liked playing with his food first and you looked absolutely delicious. Prim and proper woman, with your perfectly pressed white shirt, now sporting crumpled sleeves from when his men grabbed you and brought you to him.

He loved seeing the fight-or-flight response live. There was something so satisfying seeing all thoughts running through his victims’ head as if they didn't know they were so transparent. In most cases everyone's first instinct was to flee from seven potential assailants, but then there was you.

It was almost liberating to see you scanning the room for something. Everyone's eyes stopped at the door, but yours skipped through it as if you knew escape wasn't an option.

Steve was surprised when your eyes stopped at the corner of the room where the pool sticks were neatly put away after yesterday's game of pool. Shoving one of the men away you made a beeline for the sticks, kicking back at another man as he grabbed at your hips to stop you and grabbing one of the sticks before breaking it over your knee.

After that it was like watching a play at the opera. His men fell one by one, some were stabbed, some were unconscious and the last one was pinned to the wall. You thought you had won. If you could call killing people a win...Your victory was short-lived as clapping pulled you out of your trans.

"Well well well, look at you." Steve's voice was low, tainted in amusement as he circled you. Specs of blood littered your face and your previously pristine white shirt. Your grip on the broken wooden pool stick tightened as something similar to panic started rising in your chest. You knew this man.

Steve Rogers.

Captain Hydra.

The man that everyone feared. And you knew at that moment that this was all for nothing. You were in the belly of the beast and even if you managed to run away, you wouldn't get far.

"Come on, Gorgeous, this isn't the time to give up. Show me that fire again. I loved the show you just put on for me." Steve gripped your chin, making you meet his cold blue eyes. He could see how you were trying to decipher his words, trying to understand if he was serious. Your hands pushed him away the next second and for the sake of being dramatic Steve stumbled a few steps back, as if you actually had the strength to match a super soldier.

"Why am I here?" You demanded, but your voice betrayed you. You both knew you were scared, but too proud to actually just stand there and surrender. And that's what Steve liked about you. He found another one that will put up a fight and it made his whole body tremble in anticipation of what's to come.

"I got bored of my previous toy and I needed a new one." He said nonchalantly. Your face contorted in disgust.

"Why me?"

"I liked the fire in you." He cocked his head to the side, observing you and you shifted your stance as his eyes wondered down your body. You have never felt more exposed while fully clothed as you did in this moment. "When you slapped your date when he went in to grab your ass." A shudder ran down your spine. He has been watching you.

"What? Did you think I picked you at random?" He let out a chuckle. "Oh, Sweetheart, I've been watching you for weeks. I saw all those little dances in your underwear when you thought no one was paying attention even though you never closed the curtains." Steve took a step towards you and your legs trembled, but still you took a step back. "And I heard all those phone calls to your friends and home visits. I heard all the songs you sang in the shower. And all those little moans you let out in your bedroom." He was standing in front of you, your back against the wall and his breath tickled your ear, making you shiver. There was nowhere to run or hide anymore. He consumed everything in your field of vision. "Oh, Doll, you have no idea what you did to me." He reveled in the paralyzing fear you exhumed.

"P-People will know I'm gone." You tried challenging.

"No they won't. You just took a sabbatical and are volunteering in Colombia." His hand caressed you face in a loving matter. "And depending on how long I'll find you interesting, that's how long your volunteering trip is going to last as well as your time alive on this Earth."

You turned away from him as tears stung your eyes. He kissed the top of your head, making you shut your eyes and tears fall down your cheeks. Clenching your teeth, you refused to sob for the man in front of you.

"It'll be alright, Doll. I can make it good for you, make you enjoy the last moments of your life." His hands wandered over your pulse point and gripping your hips, pulling you to him. "But only if you behave."

Panic started consuming you, more tears blurred your vision as the situation he described sunk into your soul.

What are you going to do to escape this monster? There has to be something - anything. The promises he made, made you nauseous.

Your vision focused on the knife that was poking out of one of the unconscious men. If you could just get your hands on the knife...maybe you could do some damage. Or at least piss him off so much that he kills you on the spot. Anything was better than the insinuation Captain Hydra made.

"What do you want from me?" You finally asked, still refusing to look at him.

"Giving up so soon?" Steve mocked. "I want you to keep me company, especially after missions." He smirked as he thought of all the scenarios of when and how he's going to play with you. Bile rose in your throat as you imagined it, but sensing that Steve relaxed for a second, you dove for the knife, grabbing it just in time as he grabbed your ankle to pull you back to him. You let yourself be dragged towards him, before slashing across his arm and scrambling to your feet, running around the pool table stationed in the middle of the room.

"Bitch." Steve smirked and licked at his wound. He could see how fast your chest was raising and falling. He knew you were scared and panicking, seeking an exit. Like a cornered animal faced with a predator. He liked games like this.

"What's the plan, Doll?" He asked as you rotated around the table.

"I'm improvising." You bit back.

"There's no escape. Even if you manage to kill me, by some miracle, we are so far underground that you will never come back to surface again. But if you play nice...I might even let you see the sun and breathe some fresh air again." Steve offered, but you shook your head. You weren't delusional, overpowering a super soldier was never going to happen but...he could at least put you out of your own misery and just kill you. As you walked around the pool table again, you quickly tried running at the bar, to grab some alcohol to throw at him, making the wound sting. Steve jumped over the pool table grabbing at the knife to pull it out of your hand, but you turned just in the right second and stabbed his calf, making him yell out in pain. Your victory was short-lived as he grabbed you by the neck, twisting you around and slamming you on the pool table, keeping you pinned by the neck. Your hands searched the pool table for something to grip or throw or hit him with, but all they encountered was the soft surface.

"I was going to play nice, Doll, but fuck this little stunt just cost you that privilege." He pulled the knife out of his wound and cut through your jeans, pulling them apart, exposing your ass to his eyes. He ran his fingers over your slit, making you squirm, wanting to get away from him, but he kept you in one place with his strength.

"Relax, I'm not going in without at least a bit of prep. I don't want to ruin you for the rest of our time together." Steve whispered into your ear as his fingers entered you and started exploring the dry hole. He went deep, deeper than you could ever reach alone and he found your spot that always made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Ah there it is." He smirked as he started massaging that spot and juices started collecting around your entrance. Your body started responding on its own and your hips started meeting his invading fingers.

"There we go, nice and wet." Steve pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean, before you could hear his pants coming off. Warning bells sounded in your head and you tried lifting yourself up, gathering all your strength, but you were immediately slammed back down and a sharp slap landed over your pussy, making you whimper.

"Be a good little girl and take this cock." Was all he said before he slammed into you. Steve groaned as his tip kissed your cervix and he saw your hands balling into fists. He knew he just broke you. You weren't broken yet, but he'll get you there soon.

"You fit like a glove." He commented with a smile and pulled almost completely out before slamming in again. Your poor pussy took his assault as he unleashed his stress and punishment. And he unleashed it over and over again. He kept fucking you for the next few hours, making both of you cum too many times. Pain turned to pleasure and then back to pain as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you. You were completely spent, barely hanging on to consciousness, your abused overstuffed pussy leaked his cum and it oozed onto the pool table and the floor. But Steve was still hard.

"Come on, I'm ready for another round." He slapped your pussy again and your knees buckled, too sensitive from all the rough treatment you received from the super soldier. Steve was unbothered by your state, grabbing one of your legs, he put it on top of the pool table, exposing your messy pussy to him.

"Did my little hole had enough?" He chuckled as he gripped his cock and ran it through your pussy lips, making you whimper.

"Please. Too much." You begged, barely above a whisper. Clenching your pussy, you tried with the last ounce of strength to make him stop, be he just chuckled at your futile attempt.

"I'm not done with you. You only rest when I say so." The super soldier said before he slammed into you again. You yelled out in pain as your walls were met with another intrusion. Your vision blurred as his hand pressed your clit harshly, trying to make you cum again. You couldn't fight him anymore and your eyes closed, as you chased unconsciousness and the last thing that crossed your mind as Steve made you cum, was how much of this you'll be able to take if this was going to continue.

Thank you for reading! 🙏💙

The picture was taken off Pinterest (though I think it's actually from DeviantArt) so all credit for the picture goes to the artist! 😊🙏

I think this is the darkest thing I have ever written 😬 trifect of abuse - physical, mental and sexual abuse...sorry about that 😬😅

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[irondad-defensesquad]

i think mcu steve is extremely idealized.

first, he becomes a super human, and apparently all his disabilities and medical problems disappear. which is honestly not a good message to actual disabled people, imo.

second, his backstory is mostly mentioned. we don't see a lot from steve's childhood or anything on screen. i think they detail it more in the comics, the same way they do for tony's childhood, but the fact that it's almost absent from the movies is a problem. they only mention his mother's name as far as i remember. nothing else. (please correct me if i'm wrong, of course)

mcu steve doesn't feel like a flawed character that has to change, the same way others are, like tony. mcu tony is clearly a flawed human being with several issues and a traumatic childhood (even if the mcu tries to paint howard in a good light, it still explains why tony deals with so much self-hatred and relies on unhealthy coping mechanisms, such as drinking). we don't see steve developing as a character. they might joke in that one scene of endgame where present steve rolls his eyes at past steve, but honestly? to me they feel like the same character. steve never changes. even when he's clearly wrong, the narrative insists that he's right.

steve betrays tony and gives him a half-assed "apology" letter. steve does not mourn sam and bucky at all in endgame, instead focusing on that one girl he kissed ONCE. and steve not only abandoned bucky, he took away peggy's agency and her happy ending. she already had a loving husband and children. not to mention the implications here. steve went back to a very flawed and bigoted period of time, and it's implied that he did not try to intervene in tragedies such as bucky being turned into the winter soldier, or tony's parents tragically dying. steve just stayed home. why couldn't he fucking do that in the present? he could've retired without changing someone else's life for his own gain.

it doesn't make SENSE. the winter soldier was a great film and it showed steve that he has to move on from the past and do what he can in the present. but no, steve never leaves the past behind, he literally goes back to it. and even then, it's all about peggy. it's not about his family. nor his mother, sarah, who's probably the person who inspires steve the most. but where the fuck is she? why does she only get ONE mention?

and by the way, i used to love steve. the first avenger and the winter soldier are still solid movies to me. that's why his ending sucks ass. and i've seen many steve fans who agree with me. he's such an important character in the marvel universe, and perhaps a lot more enjoyable and human in other media (like comics and cartoons). mcu steve is... nothing. he's just a walking propaganda for hypermasculinity.

#lotus speaks #anti steve rogers #anti endgame #sorry for the anti steve posting today. i'm still pissed #also notice how female characters get the short end of the stick in steve's story #peggy; sharon; his mother who's never mentioned #they deserved better #long post

[askstevella]

Valentine's Day Special // I miss you.

It's been a week. More than a week when Stella was left alone at home, minding her own business. Yes she had work to do at SHIELD medical wing and the hospital if she was on call. But it's weird coming home to silence, no chatter or smell of food being cooked.

Being woken up in the middle of the night with a small cold sweat and looking over your shoulder to find the that side of the bed colder than expected.

Empty.

She will play with her ring and sigh, belly flopping on the back of her queen size bed.

God, I missed him.

She missed annoying him with her lousy comments, barking up a laugh at his jokes and seeing the way his nose snuff up signing how he felt. He sometimes didn't even have to say a word, she can read his face like the back of her hand.

And now she can't.

He was gone.

More than gone.

Out of the country never to be seen again...until the next booking month. He, Sam and Bucky were on a mission in Mother Russia to take down some scientific project. She wasn't allowed to know the details nor call him. But made due with what she had, leaving her hair tossed up in messy bun and wearing his sweater as she lay around the house. Or if she was out with friend, she'll check on her phone to wonder if he arrived yet.

But nothing.

Natasha would say, "He'll be back before you know it."

And she'll reply, "I know..I know."

She fell in love with Steve Rogers, but she married Captain America.

~~~~~

It was now Valentine's Day. The commercial holiday where couples went to enjoy themselves. She knew it wasn't a true holiday or anything, just some lousy way for companies to sell chocolate and flowers to people. And or have them stress about what gift to get their lover.

And to have people wonder if they will never find love.

She knew the whole plan behind this day, but she didn't care. It was always an fun excuse to feel pretty, eat at a nice place, watch a movie and cuddle with the people she loved. Every Valentine's Day, Steve would wake her up with kisses on her cheek before he head off to a work out. They would have breakfast together like always, plan their day and head off to their usual routine.

Then in the afternoon, she will come home to make a late lunch (if they weren't going out) and as he arrived, stepping into the door with flowers along with a nice box of heart shaped chocolates to share together afterwards. Afterward, they would watch a movie and if there is time...

..dance in the living room then crashing onto the very couch they started on.

But today, she felt like a part of her was missing. She just wants to know he's okay. To someone else, she might've sounded dramatic for missing him but when you fall in love with someone who makes you smile whenever possible, you can't help but feel that way.

In result, she spend the day as she normally would watching the clock ticking away every once in a while. Some moments at work would pass like years, waiting to get out and head to the super market. Finally she was able to leave, going to the super market to grab extra ham and bread as she hesitates to pick herself up some flowers and chocolate but she does anyway.

Once she arrived at her apartment door, humming Avril Lavingne's song 'When You're Gone' due to it playing on the radio this morning, she paused. The radio was on again...

She remembered she turned it off this morning, she groaned muttering, "Not today..anything but today." Stella picked up her big girl pants muttering a few curse words as she returned to enter through the fire escape instead closing the window shut behind her. She hummed since the whole place felt normal, at least as normal is it can get for her. She grabbed her taster from her pocket as she put her items down gently searching around for anyone she didn't recognize.

Then she sucked in a breath, gasping at the sight once she arrived at the kitchen. Her eyes watered as she chocked on a silent sob seeing the small display on the dinning room table. Flowers. Not just her any flowers but her favorites, tulips filled with a second bouquet of rose beside those. She pinched herself almost wishing this wasn't a dream. But she knew it wasn't one. She inched over to find a soft hand written card with a little doodle of a money with a bow tie and top hat, which allowed a small chuckle to escape. She knew who's handwriting it was.

Underneath the soft note card stood a box of chocolates. God, it was a box of chocolates with a mini bag of M&M dressed on top. The lights were turned down low, creating a soft almost whispering feeling, yet it was comforting. Like a warm blanket on this freezing cold day.

The 14th was always a good day in general, but Valentine's Day tend to always be colder. Which mean being wrapped in cozy sweaters and blankets underneath the warm of each other.

"Hey. You're back early."

In came the voice. She knew it all too well, as she chuckled and nodded. Her man has returned in the flesh. Tears came rushing back to her eyes at the sound of his voice that she can tell tickled with laughter behind it.

Once she turned around, she was given a wishful sight. She expected to find him in sweatpants and a old t-shirt. But she was completely wrong and god, could she be more happy. The sight in front of her was Steven Grant Rogers in a white collar robe, messy deep brown hair, a beard and a peak of his chest showing underneath it all. She must've died and went to heaven.

"What? Like what you see?" He said in a teasing tone, reaching out a hand waiting for her to grab it. He even wiggled his fingers for added effect.

"You tease." She mumbled, walking over to loop her fingers with him and eyed his faced, having his features wash over her. She forgotten how deep his eyes looked in the dim lights of their apartment.

"What?"

"Nothing..I just missed you. So much."

"I'm sorry I was away for longer than expected, but Bucky and I, we couldn't miss Valentine's Day. Sam was beginning to get annoyed wanting to have his boyfriend all too himself today."

"I bet. And I don't blame him, I would feel the same way if I was him. Now, I think you owe me a kiss."

He leaned into her touch, pressing his forehead against her and hummed, "I'll do you one better. You get washed up and I'll rock you're world."

"Yes, sir." She hummed with a blushed grin, rushing to the bathroom seeing a robe waiting for her too as she gasped, "Me too?! Did you boys shopping in mother Russia?!"

All could be heard was Steve's laughter yelling at her to go take a shower. Once she entered the shower, washing herself from head to toe deciding to leave her curls loose today instead, allowing herself a moment to breath and take in the sound of the water hitting the tub's floor and the soft sound of music playing from their radio.

The moment Stella left the shower, getting half dressed and wrapped herself in the nicest robe she ever seen, she untangled her crazy curls and left the bathroom. What she didn't expect for the lips of her husbands to softly crash onto hers in a long awaited kissed. It was so tender, so sweet and ever so gentle as he cupped her face humming at the sound of her giggles in return.

"Hm. Now you're clean." He hummed with a chuckle, hands still placed on her cheeks, "I missed you too. I don't know much longer I was take being stuck with my crazy friends in the freezing snow."

"I can share that same sentiment." She replied with a chuckle of her own sighing, "I love you, Mr. Rogers."

"I love you, Mrs. Rogers."

"Not possible."

"It most certainly is possible."

She was about to say another word when smell of ham hit her nose and snorted, "Is something burning?'

"Shit." He muttered snorting at how the romantic moment was ruined by the smell of burn food as he added, "It's not burnt, it's crispy."

"Extra crispy."

"Shut up you will eat it anyway."

She laughed at that knowing it was true, following him into the kitchen with her arms wrapped around his middles as he fluttered kiss up and down her cheek and neck.

It was nice Valentine's Day indeed.

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Happy Day Of Love! I wasn't expecting to write this today but I got inspired hehe I hope you like it

Question for everyone: Any favorite love songs?

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[nakurumok]

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Happy Valentine’s Day!! <3

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#Marvel #Stony #Steve Rogers #Tony Stark #Alice in Wonderland #Tony in Wonderland #And Steeb the Rabbit is here heehee #And yes it is a old draft sorry #I hate to miss the Valentine's Day #But long story short I hurt my waist #and it is really not pretty to old people like me so I can’t draw anything new at the moment :((( #Hope it will get better after seeing the physiotherapy #Wish I can draw very soon! #Stony being cute together #Stony being sweet together #Stony Fanart #Marvel Fanart #Fanart

[kat-writes]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Other Avengers Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Cryptid Steve Rogers, Canon-Typical Violence, Creepy Steve Rogers, Not Evil Steve it's ok, Super Soldier Serum (Marvel), Side Effects, teen for language and canon-typical violence, Post-Avengers (2012), The Avengers Live in Avengers Tower (Marvel) Summary:

For earl, @earliebirb on twitter.

Tony begins to notice some strange behavior from Steve Rogers after the Avengers all start living together in the Tower. Is it a serum thing, or a... Steve thing? What's up with this long-lost, now found man of the past?

#short story #from ao3 #fanfiction #tonystark #steverogers #stevetony #stony #cryptid steve rogers

[lokidokieokie]

Into The MCU | Part I

Summary: As an inventor, you try to create a device that allows you to shift realities. What happens when you land into the MCU?

“Why won’t you just bloody work?”

You were on the verge of tears. You had been trying for years to get your reality shifting device to work, but no matter how many times you recalibrated it, the spark would just fizzle out. 

“This is pointless.” You kicked the machine and began to tidy up your station, maybe the machine would work tomorrow.

“Stupid machine. Just won’t bloody work. It shouldn’t be this hard.”

You continued to mutter quiet curses at the device as you continued to clean up. You just wanted to see if you could try and travel to another reality...anyone was better than the one you were in. 

With another kick to the mechanisms, you began to walk out of the room, but you stopped when you heard a sound. Turning around your eyes widened. 

“It worked.” You whispered. 

“IT BLOODY WORKED!”

You frantically began typing away, ensuring that you had put in the correct data. 

“If I die, it was in the name of science!”

You took a deep breath and stepped through the portal. It felt as if you were falling. You didn’t like it, but you couldn’t exactly do anything about it now, could you? You didn’t even know how to get back to your own reality. 

If that wasn’t enough, there was nothing to do here...but stare into space. 

“This new reality better be worth it.”

According to your watch, you had been endlessly falling...or floating for thirty minutes. 

“Loki must’ve been bored out of his mind.” You murmured to yourself. 

Honestly, it was getting ridiculous now.

“How much bloody longer am I going to fall-” Suddenly, you no longer had the ability to float.

You landed on the floor with a loud thud and let out a painful groan. 

“And that was how Loki felt.”

You stood up and dusted yourself off.

“Looks like I’ll just stay in this reality forever. Not doing that ever again.”

You took a minute to readjust to gravity, and you were glad you did. Wherever you were, it was beautiful. 

Floor to ceiling windows decorated the room, allowing the sunlight to shine in, illuminating the modernistic environment. Technology that you could only deduce as computers of some sort blinked and flashed, and a screen was brought to life. 

What you saw next made you want to pinch yourself.

“I’ve got to be dreaming.”

STARK INDUSTRIES, in big bold lettering, was plastered all over the place; on the monitors, on the pc systems, on the...ceiling?

“I’m either dreaming or this is one of the best pranks I’ve ever been a part of.”

Sitting down at the desk, you dragged the keyboard towards you. “I may as well see what ‘top secret’ information I can get.”

Quickly bypassing the firewall, you managed to find files on all of the ‘avengers’. “Whoever this ‘Stark’ is, they need to update their security.” You murmured.

Looking through all the residential files (cause, why not?), one jumps out at you. Loki Laufeyson. What in Odin’s name is his residential file doing here? He sure as hell didn’t live with the avengers in the movies. 

However, before you could read any of the juicy information-

“Hands up where I can see ‘em.”

You spin around to see none other than the Avengers standing around you. 

“Oh, hi! You’re the actual Avengers.”

...

“I think I’m going to pass out.”

Hope you enjoyed! 

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[crystalparadyse]

The storm

Authors note: This is a small part of a story I'm writing.

I was sitting on the bed with my back against the headboard. He was standing at the foot of the bed. We just looked at each other for what seemed like eternity. I had missed having his eyes on me. “We’re not going to do it.” I said with a serious expression. At least I believed it was serious, I most probably looked torn between giving in and wanting to get away from here. He smirked at my answer and shook his head. “Yea, we are but we’ll get to that later.” I wanted to retort and say something sassy, but he suddenly strode to the side of the bed and grabbed me by the waist and sat himself against the headboard with me on his lap. “How do I end up in these situations” I wondered. Probably because I let him. I could throw the biggest tantrum and start screeching and scratching, maybe then he’d leave. But that isn’t me and deep down I didn’t want him to leave. His dark stormy eyes looked back at mine. “Tell me about work, your friends and family. How’s everything going?” I laughed sarcastically and retorted back, “As if you care.” He kept staring into my eyes. His left hand went to play with the ends of my hair. I hated the silence. 

“Babygirl.” He started but I didn’t let him finish. “No! You don’t get to call me that anymore.” I snapped at him. He doesn’t deserve to come back after such a long time just to force his way back to my life. Acting like he cares about how I'm doing. This time I could keep eye contact anymore, so I stared at his chest. Sitting in his lap he still towered over me so it was difficult, I could still feel his eyes burning in my face. It went back to complete silence. I looked at his neck, then his chin (he trimmed his beard a bit and I hated to admit it, but it looked really good), then his lips. His upper lip was thinner than his lower lip but still plump. I remembered the first time he kissed me. “I can’t do this.” I whispered brokenly. His right hand which was resting on my left hip came to stroke the side of my face. 

I hated being at war with myself when I was around him. He left me without looking back, I should hate him. At the same time, he felt like home. Being in his arms felt like I was finally home after such a long exhausting time. I realized I wanted to tell him everything that was going on. Suddenly it all came out like word vomit and once I started, I couldn’t stop. 

“You want to know how I'm doing? I asked him and without waiting for an answer I continued, still looking at his lips. “It feels like my whole life is falling apart ever since you left me, without a goodbye I might add. They underestimate me at work. my friends and family care very little about me. It feels like I'm losing my best friend because she has this whole new life in which I don’t fit in.” I listed everything up and continued. “I can’t imagine how disappointed everyone is in me. I was once a smart girl on her way to become something amazing and my goal was to help people. And look at me now, I'm dropped out of university after university only to go to community college to become an accountant of all things. I used to want to be a scientist.” I didn’t realize I started crying until he wiped the tears off my cheeks. “Now I'm a disappointment of a person. And oh, I didn’t even get to the part of how the death of my brother broke something inside of me that made me not want to pursue anything I wanted to do. I don’t care anymore. I don’t care about being a scientist or an accountant or whatever. I just want to be nothing.” I started sobbing. It was as if a dam broke, and all the water was flowing out uncontrollably. 

He tilted my head up and made me look into his eyes. His brows were furrowed but he wasn’t angry. He looked at me as if he felt sad, an emotion I didn’t knew he possessed. “Baby.” He started but again I didn’t let him finish. ''No, don’t call me that. You can't call me that again. You hurt me the most out of everyone and you can't sit here and expect me to just forgive you because you deserve it the least out of everyone.” I wanted to get off his lap and just put some distance between us. He held me tight and sat up a bit. “No, let me go. I want to leave now. You heard about how I'm doing and it's freaking amazing so just let me go now.” I started pushing away from him, but he didn’t let up. “Calm down baby, just relax.” he said while more tears flowed down my face. He pulled me into his chest, and I started bawling my eyes out. All the hurt, the disappointment and sadness came crashing down on me. He held me and rubbed my back while muttering loving things, that only made me cry more. 

After a long while I calmed down but felt so tired, I couldn't move or keep my eyes open. I felt him pull the covers over us and shifting us in a more comfortable position. Right before I fell asleep, I whispered, “Why are you back now?” He kissed my forehead “Let’s talk about it later.” He whispered back. “I want to know now.” I demanded sleepily. He sighed and muttered amusingly “My stubborn girl. I thought I already made it obvious I came back for you baby.” He paused and I didn’t know what to say. “And this time I'm not letting you go.” He finished.  

“I don’t believe you.” I eventually said. “I know, but you'll see. Now sleep babygirl.” he said while kissing my forehead again. I was halfway gone before I opened my mouth and said, “I told you we weren’t doing it tonight.” His chest vibrated while he chuckled and said something I was far too gone to hear. 

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[jenthemoon]

Pity Party - OG character/ Steve Rogers

Word count- 242

Warnings- n/a just depressing

On the roof, a small breeze blows. The summer wind is warm and comforting. Genevieve sits with her knees to her chest.

"Is this what the kids call the bathroom now?"

Genevieve gives a dry laugh, "Only when their absent fathers fail to show up to their birthday.”

"I am sorry Genevieve."

"It’s funny, I am the biological daughter to one of the smartest humans in the world. And I came out ordinary. He hates me for it."

"No, he does not-"

"Yes he does Steve! I barley passed online school, I have no plans for college. My only career passion is singing and theater and he thinks that's stupid!”

Genevieve lets out a deep sigh, “Im not smart or strong like the rest of you and have no interest of entering your line of business and that pisses him off. You wanna know why he's not here? Because I am the bad investment he got stuck with. I will bet you $20 he is working on something with Peter. I know deep down he wishes that he was his."

Steve looks at the view in front of his. Small isolated house in the middle of Kansas. A quiet peaceful life. Steve grabs her hand, "Genevieve, I am proud of you."

She slowly looks up at him, and jumps into his arms crying. Steve certain of one thing, and that was that he would never let Genevieve feel like a second priority.

#marvel short story #marvel #tony stark #iron man #iron dad #steve rogers #steve rogers x original female character #super sad #peter parker #spider man #tony stark daughter

[mocha166]

Taste

Steve Roger x Fem y/n)

(fluff,short and sweet)

Steve and Y/n had been dating about four or five months and Steve loved many things about his lover,how she wore the same color palette,her favorite stores and foods,etc but he especially loved the chapstick she always wore,every time they kissed he’d always lick his lips relishing the sweet taste on his lips.Tonight was no different,while him and y/n sat on the couch watching tv in the common room getting rubbed the back of her hand as she cuddled up against him, “Sweetheart.” He said smoothly, y/n turned her head a bit to look at him, he kissed her softly smiling at her before she turned around he softly grabbed her neck and kissed her again more intently this time. “You taste so sweet,you know that?”, y/n smiled as she turned her body to him causing him to let go of her,she say comfortably in front of him  kissing him more , “Really?”, Steve nodded,his hands making their way to her sides pulling her closer to him.

Y/n kicked her lips a bit during the break of their make out session,they looked into each other’s eyes before sharing a long kiss. “Get a room!”, Tony interrupted coming into the kitchen, y/n quickly got off Steve laughing as Steve rolled his eyes.

#Steve rogers #fluff #short story #noms #pls reblog #X y/n fluff #steve #Rawr #<333

[callmissrogers]

She Thinks I'm Handsome. Steve Rogers x Reader Short Story

Summary: Y/n is terribly tipsy. Having only had one margarita, Nat texted Steve to come take her home. Y/n's tipsiness makes her admit something to Steve. Something she didn't mean to say out loud.

Warnings: mentions alcohol, reader being tipsy, and lots of fluff. Wrote on my phone with little editing.

Word count: 1,034

Inspired by: pin and a scene in the movie New In Town with Rene Zellweger, but I couldn't find it on YouTube.

Y/n couldn't stop giggling at the dinner table. Everything was just hilarious.

"Y/n you only had one margarita.... Are you sure you're ok?" Nat asked, sitting back in her chair, eyes wide with concern.

"I'm mine. I mean time. I MEAN I'm fine." Y/n replied, giggling at her own inability to speak coherently.

"Yeah. Sure you are. I told you this was a terrible idea." Nat whispered to Wanda.

"She told me she wanted to come! Besides, how is it my fault that she's a lightweight?" Wanda argued as if Y/n wasn't sitting right there.

"I am not a lightweight! I'm good." Y/n protested like a child not getting the sweets it wanted.

"Of course you are. You definitely aren't talking like someone who's done 20 wisky shots." Nat answered sarcastically.

"What are we gonna do? My car only has two seats. Unless we tape you to the roof." Wanda asked in a whisper. "I've got an idea." Natasha said conspiratorially, taking her phone out. "Who are you texting?" Wanda asked, an eyebrow rasing. "You know who," Nat said in a sing-song way. "You can not text him!" "Why not? They need a push." "She's about to fall over. " "Good. Let him play knight in shiny armor." "You know this wasn't I meant when I said we should set them up." "Well, it's what we're doing. He already responded and said he's on his way. Way too much of a gentlemen to abandon a maid in distress." "You are having way too much fun with this." Wanda sighed, leaning on her hand.

A few minutes later, y/n was trying to explain something to the girls, grabbing random bits and pieces of information and giving it to them as of it should all make sense.

The door to the cozy little restaurant opened and he walked inside. Spotting them easily and coming over to collect Y/n. Her back was to him so she had no idea of his presence.

Nat and Wanda remained completely silent as he approached giving him knowing and teasing looks. Nat mouthed "get her out" to which he couldn't help but smile.

It wasn't till he placed a gentle hand on y/n's shoulder that she noticed him at all.

"Steve!" She gasped much too loudly and drawing the attention of some of the other guests. "I didn't think you'd be here!" She said wobbling to her feet and throwing her arms around his neck. She'd never done that before. They've never exchanged any sort of hug before. So he shot the other two a look of complet and utter shock as his face turned three shades of pink.

"How much did y'all let her drink?" He demanded. "Steve. She had one margarita." Wanda deadpanned. Steve looked at Y/N and back to them, his brows raised in amazement. "Just one?" He asked. "One. And it wasn't even that big." Nat replied, lips forming into a smirk. "Wanda only has two seats in her car, and I road with her. So I figured you'd be happy to get Y/n home safely." She continued.

Steve put an arm around Y/n's shoulder in an attempt to steady her, grabbing her coat off the back of the chair, he said "c'mon. Let's get you home." "But I don't wanna!" She complained. "Y/n, you should go with Steve. We're gonna head out too." Wanda assured her. "Fine." She whispered/mumbled letting him guide her out.

Once they were outside the resturant she looked around wildly. "Where's your car?" "It's down the block. I couldn't find a spot here." "Oh. Where's my coat?" "That's right here." He answered holding it up to help her get into it. "Watch your hands. Mr Handys Hands." She slurred. "I'm. I'm not doing anything." Steve said blushing again.

She took a few steps forward and then stumbled into the street some. "Wait, wait, wait. My car isn't over there, " He spoke, quickly pulling her back.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." She assured him, walking along again, taking wobbly but somewhat straight steps.

Steve rubbed the back of his neck nervously and followed after her.

"Ok," He said after they had walked just a little bit further. "My car is right there"

Then she dashed up to a car that somewhat resembled his and started rapidly pulling on the handle causing the car alarm to go off.

"That. That wasn't my car." Steve said sounding embarrassed.

He used his key for, unlocked his car, before softly grabbing her by the arm and getting her seated inside. Taking a deep breath before coming round to get himself. He was gonna get Natasha for this. She had been teasing him about his growing affection for Y/n for months. She was trying to push his hand.

The drive home wasn't as crazy as the walk to the car had been. Y/n sat starring out the window commenting on the pretty city lights, how she liked the outfits of some of the pedestrians they passed, and got very excited when they stopped next to a car which had a Scottish Terrier in it.

He couldn't help smiling he was actually enjoying the drive with her.

When they finally pulled up to her house, he got out and came around to help her out. Not trusting that she'd be able to get out of the car and onto the curb without tripping.

Arm around her shoulder, he helped her to the door. Where she struggled to get the key into the lock. "Here," He said trying to take the key from her. "I got it. I got it." She said trying again to get the key go in. "Let me help." He said gentily taking it from her.

She finally looked up at up him and whispered "Gosh. You're handsome," pausing, her lips forming an O shape. "I just said that out loud, didn't I?"

Steve smiled broadly, "Yes. Yes, you did."

So he helped her inside and made sure she was settled with a glass of water and aspirin for the morning and then went home himself.

Whispering to himself, "She thinks I'm handsome."

(I know I haven't posted the next part in That's My Girl. Got a bit of writers block as to how to finish the chapter. I'll try to have it done by Wednesday. )

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

boo! surprise bitches! i'm doing kinktober this year! finally doing it! bet you didn't see that one coming, did you hehe 🕸

there is a good mix of both short and long stories coming your way throughout this (and i will also still occasionally post other fics this month that aren't related to this). also, a handful of these fics are darker in nature, thought it was fitting for halloween, so remember to read the warnings, if there's something that's not for you then please, as always, be kind to yourself and don't read the story.

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day one | sore

stepbro!sirius black x cheerleader!reader + dubcon massage

day two | don't smile

steve rogers + throat fucking + size kink

day three | stuffed

devil!eddie munson & angel!steve harrington + tentecles + double penetration in one hole

day four | a little fashion show

best friend!stiles stilinski + lingerie

day five | stay still

peter parker + bondage

day six | hold up, let me record this

jj maybank + tittyfucking + sextape

day seven | the palace guards

guards!poly!marauders x princess!reader + secrets relationship

day eight | it’s practically like we’re down there with them

mob boss!bucky barnes + exhibitionism

day nine | keep that pretty mouth shut

tommy shelby + keep quiet quickie

day ten | I couldn’t find it in me to wake you

poe dameron + somno thigh fucking

day eleven | I just want you a little longer all to myself

matt murdock + secret office sex

day twelve | nothing more than a toy

rafe cameron + using you like a toy to masturbate with

day thirteen | I still got a few rounds left in me

boxer!steve rogers + bathtub sex

day fourteen | open your fucking mouth

dark!wild west cowboy!joel miller + gun kink

day fifteen | tiny

miguel o'hara x fairy!reader + extreme size difference

day sixteen | the wall between us

cult member!steve harrington + fem glory hole + breeding

day seventeen | be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me

spencer reid + aftercare

day eighteen | pleasant pile of pillows

brother's best friend!james potter + pillow humping

day nineteen | ring ring

sam winchester x reader x bf!dean winchester + phone sex + cheating

day twenty | window

perv!neighbour!billy russo + voyeurism

day twenty-one | say yes

fiancé!bruce wayne + possessiveness

day twenty-two | i can think of something better than that

bucky barnes + anal

day twenty-three | double check

dark!professor!ben solo + power imbalance + manipulation

day twenty-four | maroon

vampire!remus lupin + biting + blood kink

day twenty-five | i want you

pirate captain!miguel o'hara + sex as payment

day twenty-six | teamwork

pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson) + gangbang

day twenty-seven | my little flower

din djarin + fantasy au + cockwarming

day twenty-eight | hysteria

doctor!aleksander morozova x hysteria patient!reader + historical au + fuck machine

day twenty-nine | can't fight the moonlight

werewolf!bucky barnes x gf!reader + predator/prey + monsterfucking

day thirty | magical mimic

eddie munson x witch!reader + magical mutual masturbation

day thirty-one | you can’t put it in

stepbro!peter parker + halloween pussyjob

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

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[espinosaurusrexex]

Remember Me

WinterSoldier!BuckyBarnes x Female!Reader

summary: After a fight against the most notorious Hydra agent of all, Steve and you discover that your assumed diseased friend Bucky is still alive. Old wounds resurface as you are confronted with the grappling reality that you have lived vastly different lives for the past 70 years. Will he remember your shared history? And most importantly: does he still feel the same?

word count: 3.1k

a/n: Just a short piece that I managed to finish. I know it's not a lot, but I hope you enjoy anyway 💕

warnings: a bunch of fluff and angst, mentions of war, mentions of sexism, swearing, Bucky is really broken in this one, happy ending (:

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ

“Proceed with caution, unidentified shooter on bridge. I repeat: unidentified shooter. It is not clear what the motive is. Take cover and shoot on sight.”

“Dispatch, this is Captain America - we’ll take it from here.”

“With all due respect, Cap, I will keep my men on site to keep your cover.”

“I appreciate it.”

“Least I can do for you, sir.”

“Stop chatting it up with the police and do your job, Rogers.”

“Alright, alright.”

You chuckled and turned to Tony. “How long are we out?”

“Three minutes, 46 seconds.” 

“You gonna survive that long, Stevie?”

“That guy’s got a good aim on him, gotta give him that.”

Muffled noises pushed through your earpiece before you stepped into the back of the Quinjet to gear up. 

“Can’t let him do anything. It’s one guy they’re fighting... one.”

“Yeah, one Hydra-trained assassin who’s apparently immortal and got more deaths on his record than Romanoff.”

You huffed as the meeting recollected in your mind. The Winter Soldier had been the newest pain in the Avenger’s asses ever since you discovered that Hydra was still operating in the shadows of S.H.I.E.L.D. 

“They’re just making a show out of everything, huh?” 

You strapped your gloves over your wrists and watched as Tony chuckled in the pilot seat. You and him had become good friends over the past few years. Ever since you and Steve had been discovered in the frozen airship of what you had thought to be your last mission about 70 years ago, you and Captain America had woken up in a vastly different world. One through which Howard’s son, Tony, gladly guided you. 

Both you and Steve were overwhelmed by the amount of changes the world had endured while you had soundly served your time as human popsicles, though Captain America seemed to struggle a little more with 21st-century technology and norms. 

It was fine, Steve had always been a little old-fashioned, even back in the day. You for one were delighted to learn about all the opportunities the world had to offer for women and other people who couldn’t have dreamed of any in the 40s. Because while Steve was celebrated for being the face of hope for the American people, you were still dodging snide comments doubting your place in the Army. And while you tried not to let anyone see the toll it took on you, it was the reason for enough nights you spent with Peggy sharing stories over a bottle of wine. 

You both decided the important men in your life should never find out. Though, of course, your not-so-secret didn’t stay hidden from Bucky for long. Which was one of the reasons you had jumped on that plane with Steve. Even when Bucky was already dead. Even when Steve was still oblivious. You constantly needed to prove yourself. But this one time, it had actually changed something – well, time had. 

You shook your head free of that thought and walked towards the cargo hatch. Tony had landed the Quinjet – it was go time. 

“Ready?”

“That guy won’t know what happened to him when we’re done with him.”

“Let’s rock his world, then,” Tony winked before his helmet closed and he flew out of the jet. You were close behind him, running the short distance from the ramp to the bridge from which you swung yourself off with a grappling hook. 

“What’s the status?”

“I’ve been shot.”

“I’ve got it, Bearcat check on Steve. He looks ridiculously helpless.”

“Roger that,” you sprinted towards the two fighting men on the street, as the Winter soldier threw Steve to the ground, his shield nowhere to be seen. 

“Okay, my turn.” You stepped in front of him, analyzing his movements, and dodging punches, trying to get some in yourself. 

“Oh come on, that’s not fair.” You huffed when he took a knife out of your leg holster and almost acrobatically threw it over your head just to graze your cheek with the blade. 

He had knocked off your guns at this point, leaving you with choking wire and some smaller daggers in your jacket. When he turned the right angle, you jumped his shoulders and locked your thighs around his neck, kicking the knife out of his hand and watching as he ripped your choking wire in half. Damn.

“Now, that’s not nice.” You threw the torn metal to the side as The winter soldier struggled to get you off him. A look to Steve told you he had a new plan, and with a short nod, you signaled your understanding to him. 

“But if you wanna be like that...” Steve threw you his shield and in a swift motion you managed to drag it over the soldier's head. He pushed his metal arm forward just in time, though your hit had already knocked the mask off his face. 

When the shield came down, you heard Steve’s footsteps halt next to you, the world going quiet. 

Your stomach churned when you watched blue eyes twitch between the dark smudges. Familiar and oh-so strange at the same time. 

“Bucky?” Steve stammered, and at the sound of his name, goosebumps rippled over your skin. 

The Winter Soldier’s look darkened before he reached for a gun. “Who the hell is Bucky?”

From then on, the day seemed like a blur. You remembered Sam knocking Bucky down and the lot of you flying back to the compound on standby. Steve was functioning a lot better than you were, considering the man you thought to be dead for over 70 years was currently handcuffed to a handrail on your jet. 

James “Bucky” fucking Barnes. Captain America’s best friend, founding member of the howling commandos, infamous war hero apparently turned assassin, and the man who stole your heart somewhere along the way. 

You dared a glance at the chained-up, unconscious brunette in the corner as Steve sat down next to you, a calming hand squeezing your shoulder. 

“Can I get you anything?”

You ignored him. “How are you not freaking out?” You whispered through glassy eyes instead. 

Steve’s expression softened when he pulled you into his chest, his other hand pressing your head further into him. His heart was hammering beneath his ribcage, his fingers cold to the touch. 

“I am. Just trying to be a captain.” His voice was strained when he mumbled into your hair. 

You just nodded in understanding, finding comfort in the fact you weren’t the only one feeling this way. 

❁ ❁ ❁

You watched him through the glass of the interrogation room with your arms crossed before your chest. Buck was sitting at the table, his head hung low, his dark hair falling in wet stands into his face. He didn’t move a muscle. For half an eternity, he stared at the table his wrists were chained to, almost statue-like. But when he finally looked up, you could see the confusion and nervousness in his ocean-blue eyes. 

They had given him time to recover, to shower, and feel like a human again. They forced him into normal clothes and offered him a bed to sleep. But it wasn’t enough. The man you were looking at was terrified and lost - exhausted and overwhelmed. 

Bucky visibly tensed when the door opened and Steve stepped into his sight. They spent the next hour reconstructing his past. Steve told him how he had ended up in the 21st century and by the end of their conversations, the tension was a lot less static.

“She’s alive,” Bucky stated and tore his eyes away from Steve to look at the one-way glass.

“She’s a tough one. Survived the crash without super soldier serum and came out of the ice just as unharmed as I did.” 

“What are the odds?” Bucky chuckled bitterly. “What are the fucking odds we all end up together again?” 

Steve only gifted his friend a sympathetic smile along with a squeeze to his shoulder. “Take it as a chance.”

“Feels like a punishment.” 

They were locking eyes and even though you were watching the interaction from the outside, you could feel the atmosphere turn somber. The men were staring at each other in silence for a while, though you knew there was an entire discussion happening in their eyes.

“Does she... does she want to see me?” Bucky’s voice was hesitant and broken. And you couldn’t help but somehow imagine a different question nestled in his words. 

You almost had to stop yourself from touching the glass with your hands, wanting to tell him that you were already seeing him - really seeing him. 

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” Steve stood and with a last smile to Bucky, he exited the room. 

This was it. The door was open. The love of your life sitting only a few feet from it. Though it seemed like he was trapped inside another’s body. 

“I’ll give you some privacy,” Steve murmured as he stood in the doorway looking at you by the window. And you just nodded, trying to suppress your pulse rushing in your ears. 

“Thanks.” It was only a whisper. You weren’t used to your voice being this small. And Steve didn’t seem so either. He was looking at you with sad eyes, fists clenched by his sides. There was nothing he could do to make you feel better. Not this time. And he seemed to know so. With one last tight smile, he sent a short nod your way and then left. 

❁ ❁ ❁

Bucky didn’t look at you when you finally built up the courage to step inside his room. He was much bigger than you remembered. Thick muscles adorned his arms and shoulders. Shaggy, longer hair fell from his head and over his scrunched brows. His left arm was entirely of metal, a red star reminding him who had taken claim to him several decades ago. 

If you hadn’t known, the man before you had almost no resemblance to the soldier you loved in 1941. He had been lean and full of life. He was broken now. And you were terrified someone had taken the very thing from him that would keep him from becoming himself again. 

Without a word you approached Bucky, cupped his hands with yours, and undid the restraints that tied him to the table. And this was the first time he looked at you. Really looked at you. Bucky’s piercing blue stare was full of awe and sorrow, a deep pain etched beneath the grey flecks within the vibrant color. 

You sat down beside him. 

“Hey.” Your voice was shaky, dragging a long silence in its wake that only made your heart beat faster. 

“Hello,” Bucky finally whispered, breaking the spell. His voice was a raw timbre, like a long-forgotten melody. And so much more tangible now that you weren’t listening to it through a speaker. 

But that was it. Neither of you spoke afterward. 

There was so much that could have been said, so much that could have been exchanged, known, explored about the other. And yet it didn’t feel like any of the words known to you were enough to break the static tension in the room. You were just looking at Bucky, scanning every part of his body like it was a flash card for the most important test of your life. 

So, here you were: With the opportunity of a lifetime right at your fingertips and the confidence of a kicked puppy settled deep in your wounded soul. The person you had known for the longest looked so timid as if he were looking at a stranger. Not that he had ever been shy about strangers back in the day. But this was different. This was strange and beautiful, and scary, and exciting. No book in the world held the answers as to what to do in this situation. 

And the solution was so easy: you just had to say something. So why didn’t your damn mouth open?

The speaker above your heads crackled and then Tony’s voice rang through the room. And for the first time in what felt like hours, a tiny bit of the weight on your shoulders lifted with it. “Bearcat, If you don’t open your mouth and put the guy out of his misery in 5 seconds, I’ll personally mediate this incredibly static confrontation.”

You rolled your eyes and then glared at the mirror, knowing full well Tony was watching you despite your asking him to leave. You mouthed a ‘shut it’ towards the glass and then turned in shock when a familiar voice rose from the silence.”

“Bearcat?”

You stared at Bucky with soft eyes. There was an innocence in the way he slowly guided this conversation - almost like he’d always had. It was an easy question, a nice entry to the heavier stuff that was bound to be discussed. 

And just as you began to explain, it dawned on you how much you had missed about each other. How differently your life could have been if it weren’t for the cruel turn of fate.

“When Steve and I were discovered, S.H.I.E.L.D. was our home for a long time. They tried to put us in apartments, even set us up with chaperones to guide us through the new century.” Bucky looked intrigued, even leaning forth as he listened intently. You wondered if he ever realized how much time had passed when he was the winter soldier... if anyone ever cared to tell him. “But it wasn’t until I met Natasha that I felt like I had arrived. She showed me so many things and trained with me until I became an agent here. Howard’s son came up with the nickname. He reminds me of him.” You smiled and shook your head “He’s a pain in my ass but a genius that can be genuinely helpful even though I don’t want to admit it at times. I haven’t grasped the explanation fully, but apparently, my fast learning and efficiency when it came to fighting reminded him of one of those small powerful fighter jets that were finished just after the war.” You chuckled at the memory before your eyes found Becky’s again only to see pain all over his face. 

A silent tear rolled down his cheek and hit the floor before you could see it stain his skin. “I'm so sorry.” His voice was shaking, his body trying to make itself smaller but failing miserably with all the muscle surrounding it. He took up the room and your heart right along with it.

“Hey you have nothing to apologize for, you hear me.” You cradled his face and his hands instantly covered yours, only for his metal one to retract just as fast again. He was sorrowful and it made your heart ache. 

“You’ve been navigating through so much alone and this is yet another thing you had to do without me.” He confessed through his tears and squeezed his eyes shut. He hadn’t changed within - always caring for everyone around him and never putting himself first.

“I’m fine. Was then and am now.” You ensured him. “If you want to worry about someone, take Steve. He’s a lot more overwhelmed than I am.” Bucky chuckled through his tears, a deep seriousness settling in his eyes. “If anything, I’m sorry we didn’t save you sooner.”

He shook his head. “You couldn’t have known.” And there it was: a glimpse of the loving, caring, charming man you’d known so many years ago. A small smile snuck onto your face at the revelation and a spark of hope shot through your body. 

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” you confessed, "We never had the time to actually be just us. To live all the dreams we shared back then.” 

Bucky's eyes were full of sorrow before he closed them and pressed his forehead to yours. “I wish I could say I missed you,” he whispered and slung his arm around you, “But I didn’t remember.”

“And that’s not your fault, you hear me.” Your hand stroked over his damp hair, pulling it back and making Bucky look at you again. “None of this is your fault. Don’t you ever doubt yourself. What happened to you is horrible. And I vow to kill every single person responsible for keeping us apart for this long. But not once will anyone ever consider this your fault.”

Bucky averted his eyes and turned his head but you were quick to catch his face with your hand. “Promise me you won’t beat yourself up. Please. That’s all I ask of you. Let Steve and me handle the rest and focus on becoming comfortable in your skin again. I can’t wait to meet the man you can become.”

“You don’t want to know me, doll. Not anymore. Even if it wasn’t my fault, it changed me. I’m not the man you-“ he stopped talking as you watched regret flash over his features. “I don’t think I can give you what you deserve.”

“I don’t care what I deserve, Bucky. I want you. I always have and that won’t change because some bullies tried to brainwash you. The very fact that we are here talking like this shows how much stronger you are than them. How the good in you never wavered.”

“But I can’t even trust myself. How can I expect you to do so of me?”

You cradled his head harsher as you felt your own tears roll down your cheek. “All I need is for you to try and trust me. We’ll figure this out... like we always do.”

Bucky’s flesh hand had fallen to your thigh, a soft thumb stroking over your leg and he watched the movement in awe. You didn’t know how long it had been since he had last felt comfort but you were determined to make up for all the lost time. With the wild beating of your heart, you took his metal hand and laved your fingers with his, watching as Bucky’s eyes glued to your smaller hand in his. There was no fear of what could happen, no aversion towards the alien element attached to his body. And then, finally, he encased your hand with his silver fingers. 

Your other hand still stroked his cheek and you waited until he caught your gaze again. And once he did, you did not hesitate to slowly push your lips to his. 

Just a short, sweet kiss. One that held more words than you could ever say. And then you waited. What for? Maybe a rejection, the shake of his head, or the sheer confidence with which he used to kiss you decades back. 

Bucky’s breaths were shaky, his hands still touching you and sending softly timid comfort through your body. He held your gaze for a second... and then, he finally kissed you back. 

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Pairing: Daddy!Steve Rogers x Short! Tiny! Reader

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - This story contains the following: explicit smut, unprotected sex, daddy kink, size kink, breeding kink, praise kink, fluff, first time (together), fluff, pet names from Steve (doll, baby doll, sweetheart, love), reader has self-esteem issues, but Steve comes to the rescue ;)

Narrator POV

Tonight, you and Steve try to have penetrative sex together for the first time after you have been begging him relentlessly to give it a shot. In the duration of your relationship, Steve has been very hesitant about having sex with you due to the fact that he is massive compared to you, who on top of that was smaller than average women. He doesn’t want to hurt you, so you have done the alternatives.

You have tried oral sex and you two were already so pleased sticking to that, even though you still struggled to give Steve a blowjob, but Steve enjoyed and got off to your attempts of swallowing his huge dick.

Now, you were on the edge of the bed with Steve being in a sitting position and having you on his lap. You were in a reversed position - meaning you weren’t facing each other but he was behind you as his hands held your hips. It had taken several positions and attempts, but now you were finally past taking his tip and having him almost fully inside.

“F-fuck, daddy!” You cried out. Your body was trembling from how much Steve had stretched you. You could practically feel him in your stomach.

“Language,” Steve reminded firmly. “Can’t have you saying bad words while daddy is taking you, otherwise I’ll have to wash your mouth with soap.”

“I-I’m sorry, daddy, I didn’t mean to! You just feel so full inside of me. You’re so big!” You whined.

Steve chuckled lowly. “I know, baby doll. Your cunt makes a tight fit but that’s okay. It’s not your fault that you’re such a tiny baby.” Steve cooed. He looked down where the two of you connected. His cock was stretching your pulsing core to the point where it looked like you were about to split in two, but Steve had full control. He rubbed your throbbing clit, making you jolt and shake uncontrollably against his chest. He snakes his other hand to your belly, and he swore he could feel himself through your tummy. Fuck.

“You okay, love? If it’s too much, I can always pull out..” “NO! No, please daddy. I’m adjusting, it’s not hurting so much anymore..” you speak assuringly.

When more wetness starts gathering around his shaft, he holds you by the waist and pulls you slowly up and down onto his cock, almost as if you were a fleshlight. Your hand hooks onto his arms that were holding your waist, and you let out stuttering moans. “Ah!- Mmm, daddy! Oh daddy!” You cried out when his cock makes its way to the deepest parts of your body.

“You sure you’re alright? Should I stop?” Steve asks, his ruts becoming more hesitant. You quickly protest once again, “No, no daddy! It only hurts a little bit but it’s starting to feel so good! Please don’t stop!“

“Mmm, you’re a big girl, you know that? Taking daddy’s big fat cock into your tiny hole…so brave, you’re so brave for daddy.” He praises. It makes you all the more wetter when he praises you, and he knew that. His movements became smooth as it was now easier to have him gliding in and out with his cock. Your juices combined with his large amount of precum made the perfect lube.

“Oh, doll, you feel wonderful. You’re so perfect for me sweetheart. So perfect.” He said with a raspy voice. You shook your head. “No, I’m not, daddy…,” you let out a few breaths of air before continuing. “You had to work and wait so long until I was able to take half of you in…I’m so sorry daddy, I wish it was easier for you….ah-!” You yelped when Steve pinched your nipples and rutted his hips upwards against yours.

“Did I fuck you dumb or are you just being a dumb little doll questioning daddy’s judgement?” He asked with a stricter voice. “When I say you’re perfect, you’re perfect.” He started to suck bruising marks onto the skin of your neck. He had always said it was his way of claiming you. “Do you know how fucking hard I get from the mere thought of stretching your little pussy? Do you know how much I wanted to bust my load when I only got the tip in? Do you know how much I want to stuff you full of cum till your little tummy bloats? You make me loose the little self control I have when I’m around you, doll, so you better not be talking badly about yourself.”

You nodded frantically, feeling your climax closing in. “Y-Yes daddy, - ngh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to question you, - ah!”

“Atta girl, - apology accepted. Daddy’s getting close but I’m not gonna cum unless you do first, okay love?” After you hummed in response, Steve started to quicken his pace and you couldn’t help but reach your hand across his neck to pull him closer to you.

“C’mere love, I wanna kiss you.” He demanded softly. You turned to look at him before he pulled you to a long, sensual and loving kiss. His hand landed on your clit again, making it all the more difficult to last any longer. You broke the kiss as it was harder to contain your heavy breaths and moans. “O-Oh~ Daddy I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”

“Go ahead doll, cum all over my cock like a good girl.” After a few seconds, you did so, cumming hard and twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm. It was all too much, but it felt so good.

“Daddy, please cum inside me…I want to be full of your cum. Please, daddy give it to me!”

He grunted as his thrusts became frantic. “I’m gonna give it to you good, baby doll. Wanna stuff you full of me till you get pregnant and round with my baby…would you like that, love? Wanna start a family with me?” He asked, his voice dripping like honey.

You quickly nodded. “Mhm! Yes daddy, I wanna m-make you a real daddy, Steve! I l-love you so much!” You said and turned to him. Steve smiled with soft eyes. He has always wanted to have a family with you, and hearing you wanting to give him one now that you were able to take him made his heart flutter with delight.

“Alright, sweetheart. daddy’s gonna pump his sperm inside of you, - gonna make you a mommy.” He held tightly around your waist and chased his own high. His teeth gritted and he closed his eyes, taking in the delicious sensation of your wet channel. His mouth was hanging open, making it impossible to hold back the moans he was holding earlier. This was nothing like he has ever felt before, and even though he wanted to last longer, he knew he was bound to fail.

“Ah, shit! M’gonna-!” He threw his head up as he let loads shoot up inside you. He didn’t let you go, wanting to savor this moment as his cock was pulsing and emptying his balls full of seed. You let out a whimper of feeling his hot cum coating your walls. It felt like it was going on forever before he let out a heavy sigh and looked at you.

“How do you feel, love?” He asked. You tried to regulate your breathing before responding. “Amazing, daddy..I loved it so much.” you said. His nose nuzzled yours, enjoying the peace the sex gave you. Both of your muscles loosened up after an intense session, and now you were both tangled in each other’s bodies in bed, his cock still inside you.

“I love you, doll. You did wonderful keeping up with me. You’re a flawless woman, Y/N. Always remember that, okay?” He whispered.

You smiled and nodded, almost shedding a tear from his kind words. You cupped his face and gave him a long, heartwarming kiss. “Love you too, Steve. Thank you for being so good to me.”

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Touch The Darkness

dark mafia!Steve Rogers x female reader

just a piece that takes place in the future to the current plot of the story

warnings: dark Steve Rogers; possessiveness; Dom/sub undertones; brief mention of breathplay;

The smile on your face froze in place as you noticed the distinctive sleek car pull up onto the gravel driveway in front of the lodge.

As always, Bucky stepped out first. He moved like a shard of darkness in the brightly sunlit, serene surroundings of the lake shore. This time he didn't round the car to open the passenger's door. Steve got out of the car himself.

From the driver's seat.

Laughter and chatter still continued around you, but it all fell into a dull background noise as you stared at Steve.

What the hell was he doing here?

It was a weekend away organized as a reprieve for caregivers of patients with severe dementia. You worked for over eight months to set it up, including finding proper care options for said patients while their partners, parents and children (depending on who was the main caregiver) were away.

The main goal was to simply rest and relax, but you also made sure there were a few workshops, which is why some of the health center's staff members were with you.

Natalie, as well. She was the one who drove you two here.

"Good morning, Princess," Steve's charm was full on, contrasting with the dark aura flowing around his broad frame like a villain's cloak.

If Bucky was a shard of darkness, Steve was the heart of it, stepping through the sunny day like a fallen angel strolling straight from the pit of hell into the marble heavens.

The nature itself seemed to grew taut and wary of his presence.

Your coworkers and guests, even if they sensed the danger that accompanied Steve, seemed more fascinated and in awe.

"Steve?" You gulped, eyeing him suspiciously.

Yet your body turned his way; a thrill skimming through your limbs as he sneaked a hand around your middle and leaned down to kiss you.

"Hello everyone," without easing his hold on you, Steve greeted the others. His hearts-winning and panty-dropping smile fooling everyone.

He explained how he wanted to support you, especially the idea of a weekend away, since the two of you have been so busy lately.

You didn't believe a single word.

It was when he insisted on the two of you going for a short stroll, while everyone was preparing ingredients to grill for dinner (somehow Bucky took the lead in that, commanding others with barely any word spoken), that Steve's agenda became clear.

Seemingly casually, Steve asked brief questions about each of your staff members. Until he asked about Joaquin.

"Is he a good doctor?" Steve's hand cradled your chin as he tilted your head to look in the direction of the young neurologist.

"Yes." You frowned, not yet realizing where it was leading.

"It would be a shame then, if the center lost him." Steve turned your face back to him. His hand slid down, rings adorned fingers curling around the front of your neck in that possessive manner that weakened your knees.

"It would be a shame, if no hospital or clinic were ever to discover his brilliance, because he got himself killed for flirting with my fucking wife."

Steve's voice remained softly composed, but the last three words were punctuated with his blue eyes turning icy cold and his fingers clenching tighter around your throat.

"He wasn't-" you tried to protest, but at Steve's arched eyebrow you relented.

Okay, so maybe Joaquin was making it quite obvious that he liked spending time with you and always found a reason to be near. It was pleasant, but harmless.

Or so you thought.

Since you weren't tempted to go with it, you didn't think it was risky to reciprocate some smiles, or letting Joaquin swipe an eyelash threatening to fall into your eyes while your own hands were dirty.

You didn't expect Steve's spy to tattle on you about something insignificant like that.

"Don't hurt him, please." Your reached for Steve's free hand, squeezing it in both of yours as you looked up at him.

"Is that your good heart speaking, or do you have feelings for him?" Steve inched closer and despite being in an the open, you felt caged.

His warmth seeped through you, starting a wave of heat that flushed you. His proximity had the hair on the back of your neck standing to attention in fear, but your nipples hardening in arousal.

You wished that you were the person you claimed to be nearly a year ago, so that falling for someone so sweet like Joaquin would be expected and normal. Instead, you weren't even mildly interested in him, but in the devil who had your body responding to his power.

Steve's gaze slowly dropped to your parted lips, then down to your chest and the stiff peaks pointing through your shirt. He looked lower, to how your were clenching his free hand within yours and holding it against your belly.

A corner of his mouth dragged up in a pleased smirk. The bastard knew you were itching to have his fingers slide under the waistband of your jeans.

"Is everything okay?" Your eyes widened as Joaquin unexpectedly walked over, but you didn't dare look away from Steve's eyes.

"Quite perfect, actually," Steve chuckled.

Joaquin frowned, his gaze shifting between the two of you. It landed on your neck and the glint of sun in silver rings on Steve's fingers, which were tightly wrapped around your throat.

Joaquin called your name.

A muscle in Steve's jaw twitched, as if he could barely stand another man saying your name.

"He's worried, Princess." Steve cooed. "Why don't you tell him how wet your panties are just from my hand on your throat?"

You felt the scorching flame of embarrassment burning your from the inside, wishing the ground would simply swallow you whole.

But you knew that playing along was the only way of ensuring that Joaquin would live to see another day.

"They're soaked," you muttered, eyelashes fluttering as you cast your gaze downwards.

Steve smirked, triumphantly. He stroked his thumb along the side of your neck in a rewarding caress.

"See," Steve cocked his head, looking at Joaquin with lazy confidence of a man who couldn't be bothered by anyone's threats, "my wife likes it on the kinky side. But she is a tad shy, so we'd appreciate if you left us to our privacy."

Joaquin left, or rather bolted. Was he embarrassed on your behalf, or did he plan on calling someone else for help, you weren't sure.

"You humiliated me in front of a colleague and employee." You grumbled when Steve's gaze returned to you.

"Princess, he's more outraged with the fact he won't ever get to sample your dirty cravings, than with knowing you have them." Steve chuckled, moving his hand so that his thumb rubbed along your bottom lip.

"And it's better for him-" Steve's tone lowered as he pushed his thumb into your mouth- "if he understands that you belong to me and no force is going to change that."

You thought Steve meant that display alone as the supposed lesson for Joaquin.

But he proved you wrong later that night, when he took you hard on the creaking bed in your small room in the lodge.

Steve's big hand was pressed over your mouth, muffling your sounds and occasionally also cutting off your airflow, while he made you cum until you sobbed.

When he fucked you right into your fourth orgasms, you didn't expect him to lift his hand from your face.

Your cry of ecstasy echoed through the lodge.

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