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chocomars · 2 years
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Cody as the Winter Soldier. CODY. As the WINTER SOLDIER.
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OHHH BOY
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stevierogersbabygirl · 2 months
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What No One Sees
(Dark?)Professor!Steve Rogers x reader
Run-through: Steve was that one popular professor that everyone liked, and you were closest to him. You'd never predict that he'd be the father of your future child.
Themes: smut, unplanned pregnancy, angst, absent father
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Dr. Rogers was why every girl wanted to go to attend college. He was around 40 years old, handsome, tall, jacked, with pretty eyes, and he seemed very likable too. Not a single person on campus disliked that man.
Every student knew him as that one hot and perfect stranger unless they were in his class, which was like winning a lottery. Girls secretly fangirled him, and he'd even get the female professors to be all shy next to him.
That's what they all saw him as, you knew him as Steve.
When you moved here for college, you coincidentally booked the same apartment on the same floor as him, making you see him a lot. He'd sometimes even offer to walk you to college, and lent you things whenever you needed. He'd even sometimes tell you to visit his apartment to study, and you'd always visit him happily. You weren't sure why he wanted to be closest to you, but you sure were happy with it, especially when you noticed other girls getting jealous.
All those events have made you closer to him, earning you the privilege to call him Steve.
You loved being "Dr. Rogers' favorite student", as your girlfriends labeled you. They noticed how close you were with him and teased you about it, but you just knew they were jealous of all of it.
You've had a small internal crush on that man for how attractive he was, but you knew you couldn't do anything about it because of how wrong it was.
Life was going great overall, as you worked hard and gained good grades in college, and Steve's presence made it even better,
until one day everything changed.
It was Saturday night, and you didn't have anything on your to-do list, meaning you were lazily slouched on your couch in cozy pajamas, binging the latest Netflix series, until you heard a knock on the door.
You sighed, lazily got off the couch and walked towards the door, and opened it, your eyes widened in happiness and when you saw Steve standing there.
"What's up?" You'd ask him, looking into his deep blue eyes.
He looked slightly nervous and didn't reply, instead, he surprised you with flowers which he hid behind his back. He'd take a breath and said shyly, "Bought you flowers."
You looked at it in surprise, and that little happiness was slapped by your common sense. Professors can't engage in a romantic relationship with their students.
"Steve, I'm sorry, we can't-" You said until Steve cut you off closing the door, moving forwards, making you subconsciously walk backwards. He moved towards the wall, making you trapped between him and the wall. Your faces were so close to each other that you could feel each others breaths. Two words, sexual tension.
"One night, Y/N. We can keep it a secret." He said, his ocean blue eyes looking deep into your eyes.
"I'm sorry, I can't." You said, backing further into the wall nervously, expecting an angry response.
He sighed, backing his face away as you felt the tension loosen. "I've been interested in you since the first time I met you, you're just so beautiful, Y/N."
He paused to look into your confused eyes.
"I know you want me too, doll, and I know this gets past so many boundaries, but what if it's all a secret? One time chance, Y/N." He said, making you pause to think.
You sighed. "But if someone finds out I don't know what I'd do." You'd say with fear in your eyes staring deep into Steve's eyes.
Steve smirked, leaned in on your ear and spoke, "And that makes it even hotter, doesn't it? The thrill of being caught."
You blushed at the thought and smirked a bit, and in a few seconds, you'd cup Steve's face with both of your hands and had a deep kiss with him. He'd lift you by your ass as you both kissed. He moved both of you onto the bed and broke the kiss as he gently placed you on the bed. You'd both quickly undress, and by the time you saw his size, you knew you wouldn't be regretting all of this.
You were lying back-first onto the bed legs on Steve's shoulders, and Steve was on the floor, crouched down onto your pelvis, and stuck his tongue out to lick your clit, all while staring at you deep into your eyes.
He'd lick up and down your slit, until he eventually went in, using his skillful tongue to pleasure you. You grasped on the bedsheets and did so even tighter when he'd hit the right spots.
You eventually came, and he smirked as he got up, crawled onto the bed, and kissed you deeply. He'd use his hand to position his cock onto your entrance, and in no time he'd be stretching you out deeply. None of your previous partners have quite had a size like him.
He started with slow thrusts, his head on the side of your face, occasionally kissing you. When he knew you could handle it, he went faster and rougher, occasionally choking you.
The sounds of moans in the room were horribly sinful. You eventually came violently around him, and he came next, coating your womb with his seed.
Your mind went into a blur and you could only remember being in a deep sleep afterwards.
The next morning, you woke up naked beneath the thick blanket and Steve was not beside you. You could not believe you just fucked your professor last night and had to live with that guilty feeling.
Every time you and Steve saw each other, you both knew you had to keep a distance from each other, so you did not really interact for a while. People noticed this, raising some questions from your girlfriends, but you'd always give random excuses that you didn't really think of. You wondered if it was obvious that you and him did it.
A few weeks later, you were terribly ill. You skipped a few days due to these symptoms, which consisted of puking and missing a period. Oh my god, the realization came.
You took a pregnancy test, and it came positive, so that secret went from being small to a ginormous one. You did not want to abort and tried to accept the fact that you were going to be a mother soon.
You told your closest girlfriends and they promised to keep it zipped, always trying to assist you while you skipped many days of college. Somehow, rumors went out and eventually, the whole campus knew you were pregnant. People would either text you supportive messages, or ones calling you a "slut" or "whore." The only thing they didn't know is who the father was.
Then, you heard news that Steve resigned and moved away.
Just what the fuck is happening?
You wondered how life would be, your studies in risk as you'll raise your new child with their biological father far away.
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lunarbuck · 6 months
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Kinktober Week 1: Love Bites
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x f!reader (any race)
Word Count: 422
Prompt: Love Bites
Warnings: fingering, pet names [baby], neck biting
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Strong hands roam your body, teasing and pinching as they explore you. You lean back into Steve’s chest as his fingers trace the edge of your panties. You gasp when his lips make contact with your neck, gliding kisses along the sensitive skin.
“Steve,” you whisper, arching your back. He hums against your neck, teeth gently nipping before his tongue soothes the mark. “Don’t tease.”
Without removing his lips from his neck, Steve rests his hands on your waist and starts to walk you backward. He sits on the edge of the bed, you on his lap. The feeling of Steve’s dick pressed against your ass makes your core tighten. 
“You taste so good, sweetheart,” he rasps, fingers resuming their descent on your body. He drags his index finger across the seam of your panties, finding you aching and wet for him. “Feel so good on top of me.” He pushes your panties to the side, exposing your heated flesh to the room’s cool air. You shiver in his grasp, earning you another bite to your neck. 
Two of Steve’s big fingers press inside of you, sliding in easily. You moan, relaxing fully against Steve. He’s steady and strong behind you, but you can feel tension in his muscles. He’s so worked up just by giving you this pleasure. 
Steve’s fingers work magic on your pussy, curling and hitting that spot inside you that makes your head spin, while his lips and tongue worship your neck. His free hand roams the rest of your body, squeezing your breasts and grazing over your thighs. Each touch brings you closer and closer to snapping.
“Stevie, please.” Your voice comes out as a whimper, needy. He smirks against your neck, biting the flesh of your shoulder as he grinds the heel of his palm against your clit. 
“Come for me, baby. I know you want to.” You twist your eyes shut as you succumb, letting the wave of pleasure pull you under. Steve holds you to his chest as you go limp, sucking in deep breaths. He helps you lay back on the bed, cushioned by the plush comforter. 
Sated and happy, you grin at your beautiful boyfriend when he kneels beside you. You watch him lick his fingers, groaning at your taste. His eyes roam over your neck and shoulders, the spots where he’d bitten, and kissed heating under his attention. 
“You’re so pretty when you come, baby.” Even though you just came, heat floods in your belly. “Why don’t you show me again.”
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crazyunsexycool · 17 days
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Heart’s Munition
Chapter 7
Pairing: Mob boss!Steve Rogers x Maid!reader
Word count: 6.3k
Warning: mention of blood/blood splatter, gun use, gunshot, knife use, non-con touching (not Steve), SA, attempted rape, bruises, beating, angst, protective Steve
A/N: I really liked writing this chapter. Here we have a situation in which reader knows that Steve is in the mob but has never been in direct contact with any type of violence or anything until she is��� We also find out who the woman that broke Steve's heart is (Are we surprised who it is?) We'll find out why later on so here we go....
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“One more piece of tape.” You said as you held your hand out. 
“Here you go.” 
You place the tape on the last corner and then smooth it out to make sure it stays in place. 
“Mom are you done?” Eli pops his head into the room you’re in. “They’re downstairs.”
“Yes, come on.” 
You and Eli were two balls of energy. Everything was in place and Regina was more than supportive in your excitement. For the last two days you had been working on getting a room ready for Peter. He was finally being released from the hospital and considering how things were going Steve thought it would be better if Peter stayed for a while. 
There’s voices coming from the hallway so you and Eli stand together and wait for the door to open. Steve smiles as he opens the door and steps inside. Peter is right behind him. 
“Welcome home.” You and Eli yell at the same time. Peter, still being medicated, is startled before he starts laughing. 
“Thanks guys. Did you help decorate?” He asks Eli who walked up to Peter and hugged him gently. 
“Yeah. Do you wanna watch a movie?” 
“That sounds like a great idea bud.” 
“Eli, let Peter get settled first. Why don’t you go help Dom make some snacks for the two of you?” 
“Ok ma. I’ll be right back.” Eli says before he’s running out the door. 
“It’s good to see you’re back.” You said as you gave Peter a hug of your own. 
“Glad to be back too.”
You smile as you help him get comfortable in bed. Regina helps by getting his bags from Sam and sorting out the items. 
“Who’s she?” Peter nods in her direction. 
“This is Regina, the newest member of our staff.” 
Peter gives her an awkward smile and his eyes dart to Steve. He thought he’d find the boss checking her out but his eyes were only on you. Peter knew from the first moment Steve liked you but he was stubborn. He wouldn’t let emotions cloud his judgment. Steve had warned him to keep a level head and to keep feelings out of the business. But seeing him now it would seem as if his boss was going against his own advice. 
“Nice to meet you. Let me know if you need anything.” Regina offers. “I’m going to get back to work.”  
“Thanks.” Steve says as he moves so that she can reach the door. 
You stay for a few more minutes catching up with Peter before you excuse yourself too. Bucky and Sam walk out with you.
“We’ll let you get settled but we do have to talk about what happened at some point.” Steve says. 
“Of course boss.” Peter nods. “I’m glad you brought them here. Y/N and Eli I mean. It was just the two of them and with Eli as sick as he is Y/N needs all the support she can get.” 
“And she has it now. Why didn’t you tell me about her and her son?” 
Peter looks down at his hands. 
“You’re not in trouble.” 
“She asked me not to. Simple as that. Eli is her priority and I respected that.” 
“You’re loyal, I like that about you kid.” Steve says. “You’re not keeping any other secrets from me are you?” 
“No sir. Eli is the only thing I’ve ever kept a secret.” 
“Good. Now get some rest.” 
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Steve flexed his hand, assessing the damage on his knuckles from the interrogation he’d been a part of. He hissed when the cold alcohol swab touched the open skin on his other hand. 
“Don’t be a baby.” You murmur as you throw away the used alcohol pad. 
You turn away from Steve to grab some ointment and when you turn back he’s lighting a cigarette. 
“Hey.” Steve protests when you snatch the unlit cigarette from his mouth. “What the hell, I need a smoke. I'm stressed.” 
“No smoking in the house.” 
“It’s my house.” Steve argues back. 
“Elijah can’t inhale smoke so either quit or go outside to the other end of the yard where he doesn’t play.” 
“So now I can’t do whatever I want in my own house?”  Steve glares at you but you aren’t intimidated by it. 
You roll your eyes before taking his hand again and finish cleaning it up before moving around to the next one. 
“I didn’t ask you to move in. You brought me here and told me this place was safe for me and my kid. Now if you go and trigger an asthma attack it won't be good for him.” 
Steve huffs but agrees. He sits silently for a moment as he watches you.
“You know maybe I should get you a sexy nurse uniform.” 
“And who would I wear it for?”
“Your only patient.” Steve says, matter of fact. “Do you think I’d let anyone else see you dressed in something like that?” 
“I don’t know, I thought it was my choice who I let see me with or without clothes on.” You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, a smirk playing on your lips when Steve’s jaw clenched. “What? Does it bother you that I could go out there and find someone and let him take me home?” 
Steve stands abruptly and spins you so that you’re chest to chest with him. His hands lay flat against the flat surface of the desk  behind you, his eyes darkening at just the thought of someone else putting their hands on you. Your breath hitches at the intensity in his gaze. 
“Do you really think I would let that happen? Let some asshole touch you.” 
“It’s not up to you, Steve. I’m a grown woman, I can do whatever I want. Why do you care anyway? Are you still just trying to get me in your bed? Is this why you’ve been so helpful, you think that helping me with Eli will get me to sleep with you? I won’t risk it. My job is much more important than a one night stand with you. Besides I thought we were past this you sleeping with your maids thing.” 
Steve groans in frustration, his head falling to your shoulder. You smile and play with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“No. I’m helping you with Eli because I genuinely care.” He pulls back to look at you, his gaze much softer now. “Maybe I wasn’t clear enough before but I will be now. I want you. Not just for one night.” 
“Well two nights isn’t going to cut it either.” 
“You’re being a brat, you know that? I'm going to win you over.” 
You laugh and get closer to his face, his eyes immediately going to your lips. 
“Well I’m not going to make it easy for you.” You murmur and kiss the tip of his nose just as the door opens. 
Bucky walks in, his steps falter as he watches the two of you separate yourself from one another. 
“Hey Buck, right on time I was just finishing up here.” You say as if he didn’t walk in on the two of you in a compromising position. 
“Uh-ok cool.” 
You pick up the first aid kit and place it back in its spot within Steve’s office. As you head for the door you stop and turn to look at both men.
“How much longer is that mess going to be downstairs?” You asked about the nameless idiot that shot Peter.
“It will be cleaned up soon.” 
“Ok, just let me know if you need me to take Eli out for the day. I don’t want him to see any of that.” 
“Of course.” Steve smiled and you walked out.
“What was that about?” 
“Don’t worry about it.” Steve waves his hand dismissively. 
“Ok? Anyways, Beck still won’t talk. We’ve tried everything.” 
Steve sighed as he ran a hand over his beard. “We’re going to have to call either Lloyd or Loki in. But we’ll move Beck first. I don’t want that done here.” 
“I’ll figure out where to move him to.” 
“Thanks, I’ll make the call.” Steve leans forward and grabs the phone while Bucky heads back out. 
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You heard Steve’s voice before you walked into Elijah’s room. Almost as soon as you had moved in, Eli requested that Steve read with him at night before bed. You told your son you weren’t sure that was possible but in the short time you’ve been there Steve hasn’t missed a night. Although reading didn’t take long, all of the medication Eli was on made him sleepy. It didn’t stop him from fighting it and trying to stay awake for just a few more minutes. You lean against the doorframe and watch Steve tuck Eli in and turn off the lamp next to his bed. 
“Hey.” Steve says as he walks out of the bedroom. 
“He didn’t put up much of a fight did he?” 
“No.” Steve shakes his head. “I think all of the excitement of having Peter here wore him out.” 
You smile while looking back into the darkened bedroom. “I’m not surprised. He loved when Pete would come over and play video games.” 
Steve’s eyes were still on you when you looked back up at him. There was an intense feeling of need between the two of you as you stood in the quiet dimly lit hallway. One that pulled you closer to each other. He cleared his throat and you looked away.
“I have some business to attend to at one of my clubs. Will you be alright here alone?” 
“Yeah. Peter is sleeping too and I think Dom had a poker game. I’m just gonna enjoy a nice bubble bath before bed.” 
Steve groans and closes his eyes. You bite back a laugh. 
“Do you need a hand with this bubble bath?” 
You smile and shake your head before starting to walk backwards toward your own room. “I’m good, thanks. I can take care of myself just fine.” 
“Tease.” Steve mutters as he watches you walk into your room. 
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Steve shook hands with his newest associate, Erik Killmonger. They had worked together before but this was going to be on a more permanent and lucrative basis. The two men were in the vip section with a drink in hand celebrating their new business deal. 
They looked down at the sea of people dancing and drinking as they talked about logistics and expectations. 
“Good evening gentlemen.” A sickly sweet voice called out from behind them. 
It was a voice Steve recognized and immediately tensed because of it. He turned slowly, anger already rising within him. A glare was sent in the direction of the uninvited guest but she was unphased.
“What are you doing here, Sharon?” Steve demanded to know. 
“I just came by to say hello, see how my old friend was doing.” 
“You shouldn’t be here. Not my club and not in New York.” 
She rolled her eyes and sat at one of the plush couches, motioning for a waitress to get her a drink. “I heard you were doing business and I have a proposition for you.” 
Erik looked between the two and excused himself after mentioning something about someone catching his eye. It left Steve alone with Sharon although Bucky quickly and quietly joined them. 
“So what do you say, Rogers? Want to make a deal?” Sharon asked as she batted her lashes at Steve. 
“No. You shouldn’t even be in New York but I’ll be a gentleman and give you twelve hours to leave.” Steve nods at Bucky who moves and grabs Sharon by the arm. 
“You can’t be serious? Is this because of Peggy?” 
Steve tensed at the mention of her name. It brought back bitter and hurtful memories. He kept his expression unreadable though and looked back at the blonde. 
“I’m a man of my word. I said I’d never work with The Carter Family again and I intend to keep it. I also told you that you have twelve hours to leave.”
Sharon pulls her arm away from Bucky’s hold. “It’s a shame you’re letting your emotions get in the way of a very lucrative deal.” 
“Sharon-” Steve raised his hand to stop her from talking when she opened her mouth.
“Steve.”
“What Buck?” He looked over a Bucky, annoyed that he was being interrupted. 
“We have to go. Check your phone.” 
Steve pulls out his phone to find a few missed calls and texts from your phone. 
Y/N: Steve mom needs help. 
Y/N: Come home now!
Y/N: Please!!
Y/N: Answer your  phone.
Steve immediately called you back but you didn’t answer. The urgency came from the first message that was obviously from Eli. He wasn’t sure how he missed yours and Peter’s calls but he left Sharon forgotten in his VIP section and headed back home with Sam and Bucky.
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Eli and Peter were sleeping. Dom had gone to a weekly poker game with his friends. The house was quiet and you have wanted to take advantage of the bathtub in your room for a while. So that’s what you did. You lit some candles and added epsom salts and oils into the water. It was perfect. With some music playing softly in the background the only thing missing was a glass of wine. You grabbed your robe and headed downstairs with the intention of pouring yourself some. 
It was while passing Elijah’s room that something felt off. While you left the door ajar it was opened a little too wide. Then there was a smell of cigarette smoke that bothered you. Especially after asking Steve not to smoke around him. You knew that request bothered him but he wouldn’t go do anything to harm Eli either. So you crept up to the door and peered inside just to make sure Eli was still asleep. You could see him on the bed sleeping soundly but the cigarette smoke clung in the air heavily. Since the room was dark other than the sliver of light that illuminated the bed you struggled to make anything else out. 
You hear it before you see it. The deep inhale in the corner of the room. Then the lit cigarette. The person smoking takes a step out of his hiding place and you can barely make out his short slicked back hair and large frame. Your breathing stops as you stare at this stranger in your son’s room. 
“Well what do we have here?” It’s almost a whisper but it sends an unpleasant shiver down your spine. 
“Get out of this room right now.” 
The stranger walked closer to you. He was tall and obviously strong. You were sure he would overpower you but he was a threat to your son. You’d do anything to protect him. With every step he took you took one back in the hopes of leading him out into the hallway. 
“Aren’t you a pretty little thing? Rogers must be treating you well if you walk around like that.” He motioned toward your robe which had loosened and revealed your bra. He licked his lips as he eyed you. “The kid might be a bit of a mood killer though.” 
You wrapped the robe around yourself tightly and headed towards the stairs. He stalked towards you with a predatory gaze in his eyes. Before you could get to the top of the stairs he grabs the back of your neck, pressing his body against your. One hand wraps around your throat and the other starts roaming your body.
“That’s no way to treat a guest, Honey.” He whispered in your ear before sniffing your hair. 
“Let me go.” 
“Show me a good time and maybe I will. Or maybe I’ll keep you.”  
He started dragging back into the hallway and opened the first door he found. 
“No. Please don’t.” You tried to push against him in hopes of avoiding being thrown into the bed. But he was taller and obviously stronger than you. 
“You should cooperate sweetheart. Maybe I’ll go easy on ya.” 
You're thrown onto the bed. The robe you were wearing is now open, exposing your bra and revealing the shorts you were wearing. You cry and beg as your attacker moves to crawl over you, his lips find their way to your neck as he holds your hands above your head with one hand. His grip is hard and painful. The other he uses to keep your face still as he kisses you. He pulls back and smirks down at you. 
“Look at you, you’re so pretty when you cry.” He laughs as he moves around in order to undress you. In a moment of desperation you kick your feet up and manage to kick him in his groin. “You fucking cunt.” In his moment of weakness you kick higher this time and your foot connects with his face. He grabs his nose and starts cursing at you but you’re moving away from him.
You ran faster this time in hopes of getting down the stairs. As long as he was away from Eli you didn’t care what happened to you. 
“Dumb whore. I was going to be good to you but now you’re fucked. When I’m done with you, you’ll never see the kid again.” He yelled as he followed you down the stairs. “Stop running or I’ll go back up there and shoot the kid.”
Turning to look over your shoulder slowly you saw the gun aimed at you. 
“I really only came here for one thing. You see your little fuck buddy, Rogers, he has an associate of mine.” He says while taking a few steps down towards you. 
Out of the corner of your eye you saw Elijah creep out of his room. He stood there unmoving as he watched a stranger pull a gun out on his mom. You prayed he would go hide again and were relieved when he moved away from the railing. 
On the landing that led to the second floor you stood looking up at the intruder. He takes slow deliberate steps just to show you that he was in control. Your tear stained cheeks do nothing to deter his attack.
“If you tell me where he is,” he pulls his phone out and shows you a picture. “I won’t have the kid watch what I do to you. I won’t sell him off to the highest bidder either.” 
A door opens up at the end of the hall. He stops on the last step so that he’s hidden from whoever is there.
“Y/N?” Peter’s sleepy voice breaks the tense silence. “Y/N, I need some help.” 
The stranger takes a peek around the corner and sees Peter making his way down slowly. You take his distraction and charge at him full force hoping to at least knock him down and get the gun away from him. Barreling into him, shoulder first, he falls back. It wasn’t so much your strength but catching him off guard that helped you. He groaned as he grabbed his head, a small amount of blood started to trickle from the apparent gash at the back. While it looked like it hurt it didn’t completely knock your aggressor out. 
“Peter, get back in your room. Call Steve or anyone tell them to get back now.” You yelled before running down the stairs with the gun in your hand. 
Not even hitting his head against a few steps slows down your attacker. It forces you to head into the kitchen instead of outside. You turn on your heel and hold the gun up, pointing it at him.
“Don’t move or I’ll shoot you.” You say.
“Really? I don’t think you’ve ever used a gun before.” 
“First time for everything.” You reply. “On your knees.” The gun is still pointed at him but it shakes almost violently in your hands. 
He smirks and takes another step closer. The gun goes off but it hits the floor. It makes your hands shake even more.
“Don’t. Move.” You say through gritted teeth. 
There’s movement behind him and then Peter is telling you to move. The intruder turns around to face Peter knowing you won’t be able to shoot. He still gets shot once in the shoulder and in each kneecap forcing him to the ground. When you stand from behind the kitchen island you see Peter standing with a gun in his hand, suppressor attached. 
“Are you ok?” He asks while keeping his gun aimed down at the intruder. 
“I think so.” You say with a shaky voice while looking him over. “You’re bleeding.” 
“I think I ripped my stitches.” 
“I’ll get you cleaned up. Let me just-“ you look around unsure of what you can use to restrain him.  “I’ll be right back.” You run down the steps to the basement on wobbly legs. 
“We can use this.” 
You say as you get to the top stair with some rope. Peter nods but grimaces at any slight movement. 
“What do I do?” You look up at Peter.
“Y/N, Peter?” 
“In the kitchen.” You yell out. 
Coulson’s quick steps echo throughout the otherwise quiet home. He stares at the scene in front of him bewildered for just a moment. 
“Give me the rope.” He says and moves into action. 
You help Peter get to the couch. “I’m gonna get the first aid kit ok? I’ll be right back.”
“Hey,” he catches your hand. “Go check on Eli first, this can wait a few minutes.” 
He saw the relief in your eyes and the way your tense shoulders slumped. 
You run up the stairs and head directly to his room where you find the door locked.
“Elijah, baby it’s me.” You knock. “Baby please open the door. It’s ok.” 
The door opens and Eli’s crying face comes into view.
“Mom.” He rushes to you, burying his face in your stomach and wrapping his arms around your waist. 
“It’s ok, it’s safe now. Are you ok?”
You feel him nodding against you. The only thing you can do is hug him back and assure him that he’s ok. After a few minutes you pull away, kneeling to get a better look at him and make sure there are no marks on him. 
“Why was that man here? Why did he want to hurt you?”
“I don’t know, baby.” You brush away his tears. “Let’s go sit.” 
Eli takes your hand and walks back into his room. You aren’t sure if it’s him shaking or you but it’s almost uncontrollable. 
“I tried to call and text Steve but he didn’t answer.” He holds out your phone.
“You did a good job, come here.” 
You take your phone and call Steve immediately but there’s no answer. Then you call Sam and Bucky and still nothing. You send them all a few texts and you start to worry that they have been hurt. Dom answers right away and he tells you that he’ll be back in a few minutes. After that you sit against the headboard and bring Elijah to sit on your lap and you hold him tight like when he was a baby. The only thing you could do now was wait. 
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Steve flew through traffic in order to make it back as fast as he could. His mind raced as he tried and failed to get an answer from you. He came up with the worst case scenarios of what could be happening. All Steve hoped was that you and Eli were ok no matter what the issue was. He would never forgive himself if anything happened to either of you. 
 Sam and Bucky weren’t far behind when Steve finally pulled into the driveway of his mansion. Immediately he knew something was way off. The normal guards that were posted around the perimeter were missing. He grabbed his gun as he stepped out of his car. When he looked backed, Sam and Bucky also had their guns out. 
Steve rushed to the door, opening it without warning. His gun was up as he walked in with Sam and Bucky behind him. They walk into the living room only to find Peter sitting back on the couch, his hand putting pressure on the area where he had been stitched up previously. Dom was fussing over him trying to help stop the bleeding.
“Peter? What happened?” Steve asked, getting the attention of the semiconscious young man. 
“There’s this guy. He broke in.” 
“I have him down in the room.” Coulson stepped out of the kitchen. “I got an alert from the security alarm. I got here just as Peter shot him. It seems he had his eyes set on Y/N.”
“Where is she?” 
“Upstairs.” Peter answers. “With Eli.” 
Steve looks back and Bucky lifts his chin up towards the stairs. 
“We’ll go see who this idiot is.” 
“Get Peter medical help and find out what happened to the guards.”
“Clint and Nat are on their way.” Coulson says. “I’ll have them take Peter in.”
Steve nods and heads upstairs. He takes two at a time until he reaches the third floor. His heart is beating out of his chest as he walks up to Eli’s room, worried about the state he would find you in. He knocks but doesn’t get an answer so he opens the door and takes a peek inside. The cigarette smoke still lingers but he doesn’t find either you or Eli. Steve walks out and heads to your room, knocking a bit more harshly than he intended too. 
“Y/N? Can you open up?” Steve calls out. After a minute the door opens and your tear stained face peeks out. 
“Steve.” You whimper when you finally see him.
“C’mere, baby.” Steve pulls you into his chest. He feels your whole body trembling and his arms tighten around you. “Are you ok? Is Elijah?” 
You nod against his chest and begin to sob now that Steve was there. 
“It’s over. You’re safe.” Steve murmured.
He kept as calm as he could but he felt nothing but rage. Not only did someone think they could just walk into his home without any repercussions, they also terrorized you. There would be hell to pay once he was downstairs to get the necessary information. 
“Do either of you need to see a doctor?”
“No. We’re ok, just shaken up a bit.” You reply as you finally look up at him again. 
“Alright. What about you? Are you sure you’re not hurt? Did he do anything to you?” 
You avert your eyes and Steve’s stomach drops. 
“What did he do? Did he touch you?” Steve’s voice hardened. There was this underlying and unsettling sharpness to it.
You nodded. Steve took a deep breath while he slowly pulled away and turned his back towards you. He ran a hand over his beard as he thought about all the ways he was going to rip the asshole that dared touch you apart. 
Steve turned back to look at you. “Did he force hi-“
“Tried to. I got away from him before he could.” 
“Ok.” Steve takes a deep breath. “C’mon let’s get you back to bed. You need to rest.” 
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Once Steve realizes that you’re asleep he leaves the room quietly. He walks down to the first floor to find out what the hell is going on in his own home. There will be hell to pay for this, not just for the disrespect of breaking into his house but for what you went through.
“Update, now.” He demands.
“The idiot that broke in is none other than Jack Rollins. Apparently he was looking for Beck when he stumbled upon Eli’s room.” Bucky says. “He’s a sick twisted bastard from what Peter told me he heard.” 
“Did he say anything else?” 
Bucky shakes his head. Steve starts rolling up his sleeves. He heads for the basement door with Bucky on his heels. 
“What are you going to do?” 
“What do you think?” He growls but continues toward the basement door. 
“Steve, think about this.” Bucky says. “We could get information out of him if we do this right.”
Steve stops and turns to look at Bucky and the rest of his team. 
“He put his hands on Y/N. I don’t give a fuck about information.” 
Bucky’s eyes harden at the new information.
“I’ll come with you.” 
The two men walk down to the basement and into the soundproof room. Sam was standing over Rollins, who already had a few cuts and scrapes along with the gunshot wounds. Steve doesn’t waste any time at all as he connects his fist with Rollin’s jaw. The man, who had been tied to a chair, falls backwards. 
“I’m guessing that pretty little thing you have upstairs told you about our time together.” Rollins chuckles. “She was real sweet.0
Steve lands a few more hits before he stretches his hand out behind him. Bucky already knows what Steve wants and hands him a knife. Steve inspects it carefully before looking down at the man below him. 
“Oohh should I be-Aahh.” Rollins screams when Steve plunges the knife into the bullet wound on his shoulder. Blood splatters into Steve’s face but it doesn’t deter him.
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When Steve finally stopped his assault he was covered in blood. Steve’s anger hadn’t subsided even as he walked back into the kitchen. The others were gathered around the island talking about what happened when he joined them. 
“Has anyone checked in on Y/N?” He asked. 
“Still sleeping boss.” 
He nods and starts walking out. “I’ll be back in about 10 minutes. I want to know everything when I come back.” 
Steve goes up to his room to shower and change quickly. Then he heads back down to the kitchen. Dom has a cup of coffee ready for him. The sun was just starting to light up the sky. Steve grabs his cup and takes a sip. 
“What do we have?” He asks as he takes a seat at the kitchen table. 
“Rollins killed some of the guards around the perimeter, enough to slip by undetected. He hacked the security system. He couldn’t completely deactivate it but he delayed the notification Coulson would get.” Clint said. 
“He was looking for Beck. But he won’t say anything else.” 
“What should we do now?” Bucky asks. 
“First I want him out of the house. Get him some medical attention, I’m not done with him just yet.” Steve orders. “Let’s double up the guards. Let’s have Jensen double check the security system and upgrade whatever needs to be upgraded.”
“How is Peter doing?” 
Steve and the rest of the group turn to see you standing at the entrance to the kitchen. Even though you slept most of the night you look exhausted. Eyes are red and slightly swollen as if you’d just been crying. 
“Peter’s fine. He just ripped some stitches, he’s in his room sleeping.” Nat tells you. 
You nod as Dom walks over to you. 
“Want some coffee, Mia Cara?” 
You shake your head. Dom opens his arms for you and you step into his embrace. The older man pats your back in a comforting manner. 
“You’re safe now, Mia Cara. We won’t let anything like this happen again. You hear me?” He reassures you. 
You just nod against his chest. Everyone silently shuffles out of the kitchen. Dom places a chaste kiss on your forehead and leaves, giving you and Steve some privacy. 
“How are you feeling?” Steve asks as he gets up and moves towards you.
You shrug. Other than being worried about Eli you were numb to the whole situation. 
“Baby, look at me.” Steve says softly.  He tucks a finger under your chin and pulls up so that you have to look at him. 
You’re fighting back tears for what felt like the millionth time. 
“Tell me what you need?”
“I don’t know.” 
“How about some time away from here? We can get away for a weekend and take Eli somewhere fun. What do you say?” Steve offers.
 It angered him all over again to see you like this. A shell of who you really are. Your arms wrapped around yourself. Steve didn’t like seeing you down like this although it was completely understandable. 
You shrug again in response and he sighs. 
“Why don’t you go rest for a little bit longer and I’ll have Dom make you something and bring it up.” 
“I can’t.” You mumble as you look around the room. 
“Why?” 
“I have to work.”
“You’re joking right? You aren’t going to be working today. Regina will be in any minute now, she’ll do what she can. You worry about taking care of yourself and Eli.” Steve says as he leads you out of the kitchen and into the living room. 
In the distance you hear the door that is normally used by the house staff to come in and out.
“See, that's probably Regina right now. I’ll talk to her.” 
You gasp when Regina appears in the doorway. She’s sporting a black eye, busted lip, bruises around her throat and she’s holding her side as if it hurt. You rush over to her to make sure she’s ok. 
“What happened?” 
“The-these men they-they broke into my house early this morning.” She sobbed before hiding her face in your shoulder. 
“Fuck. Bucky, Sam.” Steve yells for them. The two men rush out of the hallway that leads to Steve’s office. 
“What happened?” Bucky asks once he sees Regina crying. 
You tell them what she had just said since she couldn’t control her crying. Both men look back at Steve, the same anger in their eyes. Dom and Coulson soon join the others.
“Do you know who did this?” You ask her as you guide her to the couch. 
“No. I’ve never seen them before. I was sleeping when they broke in.” Regina sniffles.
“Did they say what they wanted?”
Regina nods. “They told me that I had to get whatever information that I could on you and report back to them.” 
“I have a few questions.”
“Ask away.” 
“How did they know you work for me?” Steve asks and you look between him and Regina.
“I don’t know, maybe they had been following me?” 
“Why tell me?”
Regina swallows thickly as tears well up in her eyes again. “Well everyone here has been so nice to me, and this is the first job I don’t have to get almost naked to get money for,” She sighs, wincing due to her injured ribs. “I didn’t want to ruin what I had here. But my grandma, she’s in a nursing home and they had pictures of her. They said that they’d hurt me and make her watch.”
“They said the same about me and Eli.” 
“Wait what?” Regina looks at you confused. 
“Someone broke in last night.”   
“What is happening?” Regina asked. She was scared and so were you. The only difference was that you knew Steve would make things right. 
“I don’t know but I’m going to find out. In the meantime you can’t go back to your place.” Steve tells her. “We’ll have someone pick up some clothes for you and have a doctor look you over. Do you think you could recognize these men if you saw them again?”
“Maybe. Oh wait,” Regina grabs her phone. “Would a video help?”
“You have a video of them?” 
She looks at Bucky and nods. “I installed a doorbell camera and a camera in the living room. Here, you can definitely see their faces.” 
“You have a camera in your living room?” Sam asks suspiciously.
“I live alone and I’m single. There have been some break ins around the neighborhood. I was trying to protect myself.” She says as she hands the phone over to Bucky.
Sam and Steve huddle around Bucky to look at the video Regina had. They see her being dragged out of her room and beaten. Unfortunately they didn’t recognize the men in the video but they would find them nonetheless. 
“Thank you for this. I don’t know who they are but we’re going to find them.” Steve tells her. “Y/N can I talk to you for a minute?” 
You get up and follow Steve into his office where he closes the door behind you. 
“What’s wrong?” You ask Steve after watching him pace back and forth for a few minutes. “Is it about whoever broke into Regina’s place?”
Steve leans against his desk and crosses his arms over his chest. 
“I’ll most likely have to be out more. At least while I track these sons of bitches down.”
“Ok, and?” 
“Will you be ok here? After last night… I’m doing everything to make sure this place is more secure.”
“Ok.” 
“I’m also going to assign Nat to be with you whenever you go out. I know you’re independent but I need you to do as she says if something were to happen.” 
“Do you think someone would try to hurt me again?” 
“Honestly? I don’t know. I mean look at what they did to Regina and she hasn’t even been here that long. I’m not going to risk you and Eli being in danger again.” Steve pushes himself off the desk and walks over to you. “It should’ve never happened in the first place. I’m going to handle this.”
“I’m more worried about Elijah than myself.”
“Of course you are because you’re a good mom.” Steve cups your face when he sees your eyes start getting glassy. “You just take care of him like you always do and I’ll keep you both safe.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.” 
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Dangerous Places: 10
He slowly builds your trust over the next few weeks. It really is the little things, him noticing when you need something, like an ingredient or snack that you like. He’s already proven that he watches your numbers and has brought you several more records to play so it’s not so quiet in the house. The first time he gently touches your waist and you don’t flinch he hums softly,
“You’re getting more comfortable with me. ” He purrs into your hair and it makes your heart pound in the best way, “Good girl.”
“Thank you.” You don’t know how to handle the praise so this seems to be the best response.
“What are you making?”
“Peppermint truffles.”
“You sure love your sweets don’t you Bunny?”
“Yea, I like the challenge that they provide too.” You tell him as you work, Steve stays standing behind you. Previously this would have been far too close for your comfort but now you find you don’t really mind.
“I’m thinking this’ll be over in a month.” He says and you glance behind you at him.
“Really?” You don’t want to get too hopeful because it’ll hurt so much worse if you can’t disappear then.
“Yea, and I found someone who can take care of your brand. A friend of Bruce’s has some experience with burns, he’s going to come take a look later.”
“Will you be here?”
“No.”
“I’d like someone else here.”
“I’ll get someone,” he promises, “so good Bunny.” Steve says and it takes every ounce of self control you have to not preen.
The doctor that Steve had promised comes later that night. Carol is with you, of all the women that Steve could’ve asked you’re glad he picked her.
He walks you through the procedure, and while it sounds painful and scary you don’t care. You want the brand off.
“When can you do it?” You ask and he looks thoughtful,
“Right now.”
“Let’s do it.” You tell him and Carol looks surprised,
“You want to do this now?” She asks and you nod. There’s nothing you would like more than having the brand removed. “I’m going to call Steve while he gets set up.” She says and you shrug, she can do whatever she needs to.
When he’s ready you sit in a chair and he starts his work. The pain is indescribable, you can’t believe you’d gone through this once before.
“If you need to pass out just do it.” The Doctor says and you nod. Carol is watching and looks horrified, you can’t look. If you look you’re going to throw up, then pass out. You’ve got your eyes closed and you’re taking slow, deep breaths but the pain is too much and like the Doctor said, you pass out.
When you come to arms are around you and your arm feels like it’s on fire.
“How long?” Steve’s voice is right behind you, he must be the one holding you. He wouldn’t let anyone else.
“Maybe an hour?” Carol says and you blink your eyes open. “She’s awake.”
“Hey Bunny. How you feeling?”
“My arm is on fire.” You tell him going to touch it but he catches your hand with his before you can.
“You’re not supposed to touch it Bunny.” He says gently, “We have to put a cream on it and redress it tomorrow but leave it for now.”
“Hurts.” You whimper and he shushes you gently as Carol leaves the little house.
“I know. I’m sorry.” He soothes, for a powerful man he’s so gentle with you. It’s like he knows what you need, that quiet strength. “I’m proud of you though Bunny, you did a real brave thing.”
“I couldn’t look at it anymore.” You whisper and he hums, you’re pretty sure that he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
“I’m sorry it took so long. We can do something special when it heals.”
“Like what?”
“I’ll take you out, on a proper date.” He says softly, “if that’s okay with you.” You stare at where his hands are resting on your legs holding you gently to him,
“Yea I think that’d be okay.”
“Good. I have some work to do, you can come with me if you want.”
“What kind of work?”
“Paperwork. For my business.”
“What kind of mob does paperwork?” You ask and he chuckles softly,
“No Bunny, my legit business. Being in the mob doesn’t make that much money. I’m the CEO of my family’s insurance company.”
“Oh.” You’re surprised by this, all Crossbones had done was mob business. “What about Bucky?”
“What about him?” Steve seems
“Does he have another job?”
“He’s my head of security.” That makes sense, “you wanna come with?”
“What would I be doing?”
“Just keeping me company.” He offers and you close your eyes for a second, you’re content sitting here with him but he’s allowing you to leave the house. Even if it is with him.
“Do I need to look nice?”
“You do look nice.” He says and you look down at yourself. You’re in a black hoodie and a pair of black athletic pants.
“I think you and I have different ideas of nice.” You tell him and he laughs softly, “I’ll come with but I want to put on some jeans at least.”
“I can wait Bunny.” He helps ease you up off the couch and you go back to your bedroom and change into a black tee and a pair of jeans before putting on the brand new black tennis shoes Natasha brought you the first week.
When you go back out into the main part of the house Steve is standing by the front door. When he looks up at you his eyes travel the length of your body and it makes butterflies dance in your stomach.
“You ready?”
“To leave? Hell yes.” You tell him and he laughs softly.
“Okay, if anything goes down you listen.”
“I will.” At this point you’d probably agree to just about anything, he’s letting you leave your cage. Steve offers you his hand and when you take it he looks pleased, then leads you out of the front door and back into the warehouse. You’re fairly certain it’s night out but really you can’t be positive, it’s hard for time to exist when you don’t see the sun.
When you get outside you see you were right, the sky is dark and the air is crisp and you stop walking, you have no idea how long you’ve been in there but the fresh air smells so good. You close your eyes and breathe it in and Steve doesn’t try to get you to move.
“I’m sorry.” He says quietly, when you look over at him he looks ashamed of himself, “I should’ve let you come outside. I’ve been abusing you.” You’re not going to argue with him, it’s been absolute shit being stuck inside for so long. “I’ll do better.” You won’t get your hopes up, then again he usually makes good on his promises. The only one he hasn’t kept yet is letting you go.
“Can we ride with the windows down?”
“No, it’s not safe.” He says and you sigh softly but understand. You start walking and he joins you, as if he wanted to wait to make sure that you were ready to go before he brought you to the car.
“What is your family company name?”
“Shield Insurance.” He says pulling open the door in the back of the car.
“Is that home or car? What kind of insurance?”
“Mostly business.”
“Do you like it?”
“It’s not like my dream job but it’s fine.” He says sliding into the back with you. It’s then you realize Bucky is in the driver’s seat.
“What would your dream job be?” You ask as the car starts moving and Steve looks thoughtful.
“Artist.” Bucky’s voice chimes in from the driver’s seat, “he’d be an artist.” You’re surprised by this answer but Steve doesn’t argue, he gives a little shrug.
“Yea probably.”
“What kind of art?”
“I like to draw, I’ve started to get into painting lately which has been fun.” This is an interesting, and soft, side to the mob boss. “I like to do people the most.”
“From memory or do you have people sit for you?”
“Are you offering?” He flirts and you grimace causing him to laugh. You like being the cause for that sound more than you should. He’s a mob boss after all, you can’t get too attached, you swore you’d never get burnt again.
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Apartment #3 - Chapter 4
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pairing: steve rogers x undercover!reader
warnings: 18+ SMUT*, Neighbors to Friends to Lovers, lots of angst, heavy mutual pining, hurt/comfort, eventual smut/romance/fluff
summary: as an undercover agent at SHIELD, her newest assignment involves moving in across the hall from her target. she's strictly ordered to keep her distance—no personal contact besides the absolutely necessary. the only issue? her new target neighbor turns out to be Captain America.
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Jessica Grace Parker December 4th, 1989 569 Leaman Place Apt. #3, Brooklyn, NY 11201 Registered Nurse NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital
It’s the undercover alias she’s been assigned as a member of SHIELD’s Special Operations unit. The mission objective was rather simple—monitor the target and report updates as necessary.
She’s gone undercover more than a dozen times, so it’s not the details of the assignment or the temporary relocation she’s concerned about.
It’s just that her target was well… more unusual than most.
author's note: an idea that's been living in my head ever since steve asked sharon for that cup of coffee in their apartment hallway. as a SHIELD agent, the reader's real name has been [REDACTED] to preserve anonymity.
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Living as Captain America’s neighbor teaches her a thing or two about his routine.
He’s out the door by half past five each morning, the muffled jingling of his keys from across the hall a daily reminder that while he’s up for a jog at the crack of dawn, she's still in the comfort of her bed, eyes-half closed while she scrolls mindlessly on her phone. 
He returns by 7 am, right around the time she’s leaving her apartment in fake hospital scrubs, heading to take the train to Manhattan. She’s run into him in the hallway about a handful of times, and he’d always greeted her with a friendly wave and a peppy grin, stepping aside to let her through. Each time, she'd manage a quick wave, trying not to stare at the tousled ends of his hair, or his arms through that ridiculously tight underarmour shirt.
He’s busy for most of the day, as is she, but on weekends and occasional days off she’d see him around the building, checking the mail, taking out the trash—just simple, normal, neighborly things. All so incredibly mundane that she almost starts to forget that he’s America’s most beloved hero. 
Almost. 
Sometimes, she’s reminded of the painful truth. That to Steve, she’s just… Jess, the nurse in unit 3. 
It’s the end of yet another work day, and she’s barely managed to clamber up the last few stairs to her floor before exploding into a bout of loud sneezes.
“Ugh… fuck me.” She groans, blowing her nose into the tissue in her head as she trudges over to her door, feeling her head pound with each painful step.
“Hey, Jess.” 
From down the hall, Steve waves, locking up his door behind him.
A pair of dark aviators hang from the collar of his shirt, the brown leather jacket hanging off his arm a faded shade of sepia. 
And maybe its her oxygen-depleted brain, or the fact that she’s always been so paranoid about getting others sick, that she completely forgets about Steve’s super-immune system. As he starts to make his way over, she jumps back, holding both hands out in warning. 
“No, stay back!”
At the confused furrow in his soft brows, she winces, giving him an apologetic smile.
“Sorry, just…” She holds up the crumpled tissue in her palm, pointing to the strawberry pink tip of her nose. “…getting over a small cold.”
Well, it was a little more than that, actually.
A dinner invite over at Phil and Melinda’s, both good friends from work. Their two young children, ages 5 and 8, had immediately welcomed her with their own musical rendition of Frozen. And it was all fun and games, hanging out with those mini-agents, until they got their tiny, grubby hands all over the dinner plates while setting the table.  
Turns out there’s been a flu outbreak at their school. 
Now, she’s stuck with a seriously stuffy nose and a raging headache, shivering from head to toe when its still 80 degrees out.
“Oh, right.” The confused divot between Steve’s brows dissolves as he slows his steps, keeping his distance.
“…did you catch it at work?”
She blinks, brain screeching to a halt.
“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Early flu season around the pediatrics unit, apparently.” 
“Ah, I’m sorry.” Steve purses his lips, smiling sympathetically.
Through clenched teeth, she shrugs, stomach churning at the words that roll so easily off her tongue.
“Just part of the job.”
He slowly slips his keys into the pocket of his jeans, bouncing on the balls of his feet before pointing down the hall. 
“Well, I should…”
“R-right.”
She nods quickly, stepping back to let him through.
And just as she’s about to turn around and continue heading to her door, she hears Steve’s footsteps slow down, stalling near the top of the stairs. 
“Hey Jess—make sure to stay hydrated, alright?” He calls out.
And despite the fact that every bone and muscle in her body had been aching from keeping herself upright all day, all that fades away at the sight of his smile, warmth tingling from her cheeks down to her toes.
“I will. Thanks, Steve.” She grins, watching as he disappears down the stairs with a wave. 
The day after that is Saturday, which means that she gets to spend all day lounging around her house, ordering in for all three meals.
It also means that she’s scheduled for her weekly call from Fury.
She’s comfortably situated on her sofa, scrolling through the newest features on Netflix, when her burner phone lights up.
Nick, never one for small talk, gets straight to the point. 
“Got any updates?”
She snorts, glancing over at her living room window, the shades half-drawn. 
“Just the usual, Nick. Perimeter’s secure—whole building’s quieter than a church.”
“No one suspicious?”
“Nope.” She sighs, reaching forward for the tissue box on her coffee table. 
“… hmm, except for that sweet old lady down the hall. Could be a Russian spy.”
She grins at the dead silence that rings out on the other end of the line, about to rub another sarcastic joke in Nick’s face before she hears a soft knock at her door.
She frowns, glancing at the clock—6:42. She had just put in an order for delivery at a local Korean place, and her doordash driver wasn’t supposed to get here for another half hour. 
“There’s one more thing I’ve been meaning to as—
“—sorry, Nick, hold on. Someone’s at the door.” 
Leaving the phone on the coffee table, she walks over to her door, frowning when there’s no one there on the other side.
Jutting her head outside, she takes a quick glance down the hallway—completely empty.
She’s just about to close the door and return to Nick’s call when her eyes catch a small plastic bag in front of her door, resting on the floor near her feet. 
She bends down, squinting down at the bag—inside, she could spot the top of a small blue container with a paper note perched on top. She carefully reaches in, fishing out the note to find a handwritten message, neatly written in blue ink:
I hope this helps with the cold. Feel better soon! - Steve
She stands in front of her door for what seems like a full hour, eyes carefully tracing over Steve’s writing.
When she finally returns to her living room, carefully setting the bag down on the table, she’s tempted to peer inside at its contents. She decides against it, quickly snatching up the burner phone in fear of keeping Nick Fury on hold for too long. 
“Hey, sorry, I’m back.” She sighs into the receiver, feeling out of breath somehow.  
“Who was it?”
She pauses for a split second, pursing her lips. 
“Just my dinner. Had something delivered. What were you saying?”
Fury shifts from the other end, his chair creaking in the background. 
“Well, I was gonna ask about Rogers. He seem to be holding up?”
At those words, the image of Steve’s smile flashes across her mind, welcoming her to the building. 
Moved around a couple times, but… Brooklyn’s always been home.
Her eyes trail over to the plastic bag sitting on her table, and she clears his throat.
“Uh, yeah, he seems… he seems fine here.”
“You two talk often?”
And though there’s no underlying edge to Fury’s tone that would suggest suspicion, her stomach jolts nervously.
“No, not really. Just saying hi every now and then.”
“Alright, well, I want you to keep surveilling the perimeters. Can’t ever be too careful. And keep an eye on that Russian spy.”
She smiles stiffly, the corners of her mouth weighed down by the growing uneasiness in her gut. 
“Will do, boss.”
She clicks off the call, reaching for the bag on the table before she can even tuck the burner back into its usual place in her drawer.  
Inside, she finds a small, cylindrical thermos. 
As she lifts it out of the bag, she notices that the thermos is pretty hefty for its size, its mysterious contents sloshing around inside. 
Brows furrowed, she twists open the top, and is immediately hit with a gust of warm steam and the aroma of… chicken noodle soup?
You’ve got to be shitting me.
The pizza after her breakup, and now this. It feels strange to think that she’d been the one assigned to protect Steve while he’s been looking out for her since day 1. It’s uncanny almost, how someone could care so much about a practical stranger. Neighbors, sure, but it had only been about a month since she’s moved in.
And, yeah, she gets the whole Captain America spiel. Not a perfect soldier, but a good man. Honest, loyal, courageous. All the qualities that made Erskine’s serum a grand success. 
Yet, she realizes now that she’s barely known anything about Steve Rogers, the man who existed long before the red-white-and-blue shield. 
The extent of his kindness. The nearly self-destructive acts of selflessness. The way he seems to forget, sometimes, that every single creature in the galaxy owes him their life. 
He’d gladly lay down his own life for a stranger, and listen to her menial problems as if they mattered just as much as the existential threats he’s faced with on a daily basis.
Sitting cross-legged on her couch on an ordinary Saturday evening, clutching onto a warm bowl of chicken noodle soup in her lap, she wallows in her thoughts, a single question growing stronger and stronger in her head:
Steven Grant Rogers, who are you?
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prettyinpink350 · 4 months
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❄️Candy cane lane❄️
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(iPhones don’t have the candy cane emoji I swear they used too but whatever)
☃️⛄️Holiday fic!!!! Happy holidays everyone!🩵
Alpha Steve!rogers x omega!reader, CEO!Steve rogers x secretary!reader, Boss!steve rogers x employee!reader.
Some warnings will not be listed because the fic is not finished yet and I don’t know if there are any specific ones that I will need to add so be aware! (This list will be most of the warnings but just in case I’m letting you know because there might be one or two warnings that might pop up in the fic or in the real fics warnings but it might not be in this list)
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Warnings: (minor spoilers, lighter topics/warnings are listed at the top and the father down the more graphic or sexual) readers body type or any physical characteristics/ features (like race) are not included or mentioned! This fic is for everyone except minors!!!!!!!!!! Fluff, Cuss words, boss employee relationship, hugging, holding hands, yelling, reader and Steve celebrate Christmas but no talks of religion!Steve gets angry at one point, other male attention that is not from Steve! Possessive behavior, slight obsession towards reader, Smut!: male masturbation, slight daddy kink, alpha x omega, biting (claiming), breeding, talk of having children! spanking, reader takes on a more submissive role, rough sex, p in v sex, condom is not used, reader is not on birth control, pussy slapping, breast play, oral sex (female receiving) ball play (reader plays with Steve balls) , more to be added I believe 🫣😬
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The sings that got me in the holiday mood to write this 🤲💁‍♀️
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aintinacage · 6 months
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Kanan Jarrus & Hera Syndulla | Captain America & the Falcon
Trick or Treat -> @kanerallels
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nukeli · 2 months
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Steve's Disabilities, Representation, & My MCU Rewrite
Speculating on Steve's medical history
in order to figure out the order of events in his backstory and what is caused by/related to what. Some of the items on the list are just illnesses that can go away with treatment (not sure about the 40s), some aren't.
I started thinking about them when somebody on this site pointed out that his disabilities being cured by magic science so that he can do hero stuff is an ableist narrative, and suggesting he could keep some of his disabilities. I've thought i could put it in my Captain America trilogy rewrite i'm working on.
However i'm somewhat concerned about the asthma, and the arrythmia. Could you survive all those superpowered fights with those four especially with 1940s medicine, or would you have an attack mid-fight and get incapacitated and killed by the enemy, or just straight-up drop dead? That sounds like something that could happen when you have a heart problem.
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The Lists:
Asthma - Disability. Everybody knows what asthma is, propably.
Scarlet Fever - Illness that could be the cause of some of his other disabilities?
Rheumatic Fever - Illness that he might've gotten because of the scarlet fever.
Sinusitus - Illness. Could be happening to him because of the asthma? I'm not a doctor, help?
Chronic Or Frequent Colds - Disability? Could be a side effect of his other problems? I don't know.
High Blood Pressure - Illness? Could be a side effect of one or more of his other issues? Anxiety? Asthma? The illnesses?
Palpitation Or Pounding In Heart - Arrythmia?
Easy Fatiguability - Caused by his illnesses or the asthma? Caused by the anxiety? Would the serum's super-endurance alleviate that?
Heart Trouble - Is it the arrythmia or some different problem? Why is it listed separately??
"Nervous Trouble Of Any Sort" - Anxiety apparently? Panic attacks?
Household Contact With Tuberculosis - Illness, which he either doesn't have or carries asymptomatically. Nobody else has gotten tuberculosis, so he propably doesn't have it. It's there because his mother died from tuberculosis.
Parent/Sibling With Diabetes - I understand he never had any siblings living or dead, so it had to be one of his parents. How did they live that long with diabetes in those days?
Scoliosis - Disability? Not very apparent so it can't be very serious, unless it was because of limited CGI or not wanting to show it. I have scoliosis and i didn't know it until my school nurse became fixated on my lower back for some reason and sent me to X-ray. Though you can clearly see my left side dips semi-normally(?) while my other side is just straight.
"Fallen Arches" - Flat feet. Disability, which is usually asymptomatic and causes no pain, and might or might not have as much tolerance to foot stress as normal feet?
Partial Deafness - Disability. I don't think any of the aforementioned can damage your hearing so he was propably born like that?
Stomach Ulcers - Illness. His other issues don't seem like they could cause it.
Pernicious Anemia - Illness. Caused by vitamium deficiency.
Astigmatism - Disability. Wikipedia says it's blurred vision "at any distance" whatever that actually means, you can be born like that or it can develop or "change" later. It can result in lazy eye if it's at a young age and not treated.
(I've seen people allege color blindness, but i haven't seen any canon mention of such)
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So, the actual disabilities Steve has are asthma, arrythmia (possibly something else too???), some sort of anxiety, scoliosis, flat feet, astigmatism, and partial deafness - the rest are illnesses presumably arising from his living conditions that can go away with treatment or went away already.
The fatiguability going away because of the serum could be realistic because he gets super strenght and super endurance, or at least it'd be weird if he had those powers but they didn't alleviate his fatiguability at all? I'm not sure if the serum affects your senses but i think it does, so who knows about his hearing. The other disabilities, not so much.
Somebody told me he could have an immune disorder; partial deafness can be caused by ear infections, and people with immune disorders are more likeiy to have health issues and ulcers? And somebody else said that if he'd had tuberculosis (he propably didn't), it could have caised his scoliosis?
I've also seen meta that his self-sacrificialness and constantly starting fights could also stem from disability trauma, not just righteousness; he might constantly put himself in danger because he thinks he's worth less and/or because he feels the need to prove others and/or himself that he's worth something?
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springdandelixn · 1 year
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Dancing in the Kitchen
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Steve Rogers x F!Reader
Summary: You accidentally reveal your feelings to Steve through a song.
Warnings: nothing really—all fluff
A/N: This idea has been brewing in my head when I first heard this song (you’ll find it below) and I just had to write it. Unbeta so may be a bit sloppy but I hope it’s a goodie.
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Drabble as this may be, your feedback would mean so much to me. Reblogs would be great too for it will help my story flourish. And as always, I hope you enjoy! 💙
It was a tough mission and he’s glad he’s home. 
The halls of the compound were dark as Steve drags himself through the halls, helmet in his hand and shoulders slumping in exhaustion. Bucky and Sam had already called it a night after stepping out of the jet, stalking to their quarters, and leaving Steve to wander. 
It was his usual routine, walking around to clear his head despite how late it would be. A peace he’s found himself indulging in just to leave the burden of the mission behind. He was happy though for the mission was indeed a success—more Hydra soldiers caught and thrown behind bars but still, the fatigue overpowered the joy. 
It was silent, just how he liked it, as he made his way to the common room. But the singular light shining in the kitchen and the soft hum of someone singing takes his attention and he stalks towards the room even further. 
And that’s when he sees you. 
Opening and closing cabinets and taking out a bowl before shoving what he spies is a bag of popcorn into the microwave. You don’t seem to notice him so he takes his time in the shadows, a smile on his lips as he admires the carefree aura that you exude. 
He’s not told anyone but Bucky of his feelings for you. How he was immediately smitten when Tony first introduced you as Maria’s replacement in overseeing their activities. He was subtle with his attraction, simply being the gentleman that everyone knew him to be. But as each day that’s turned into months and eventually a year, his infatuation grew even further that he dare even say that he’s come to love you. 
It wasn’t simply because you were beautiful—but you were just as beautiful on the inside. Being more caring than authoritative to the team. Understanding when it came to his best friend and not being forceful when it came to taxing missions. The team thought you to be soft at first, a comment he, Bucky, and Sam, never appreciated. But they’ve come to appreciate it even more especially when they realized that the way you treated them, and took care of them, was what they truly needed.
And he fell even more when you showed such sweetness towards him. When everyone, especially Tony, would make fun of him for his lack of knowledge in the present, you’d be there to defend him, being feisty and telling off Tony and oh how Steve basked in such a sight.
But what he liked, or rather loved best was your calming presence. That at times, you would sit with him and simply be there for him when he’s about to face such intense task and other times join him in his solitude walks, not talking or even asking how the mission went, but rather just enjoying the night or the day and allowing the tension within him to seep out.
You were the serenity after the storm.
“Swear the only one I want is you, and it doesn’t matter what we do,”
His eyes grow wide when you start singing, no longer humming as you moved through the counter. 
“We could fly around the world but we always end up dancing in the kitchen.”
He could feel his heart grow full, the smile on his face growing wide as he watches you dance silly in front of the stove. You take one of the spatulas from the drawers and pretended it to be a mic, your hand at your chest as you belted out the lyrics with such emotions. 
He starts walking forward, placing his helmet quietly on the low table of the common room and making his way to you. He calls your name once but it surprises him that you don’t answer, then he notices the small white bud on your ear and it makes a chuckle leave his lips, his heart feeling full by just watching your bubbly state. 
“I could spend a thousand nights right here inside this room.”
He couldn’t help but agree with the lyrics you sing. That as long as he’s with you, nothing would truly matter and everything would be alright in this gruesome world.
“Tell me, Stevie, if you feel the same way that I do.  Ohh~ swear the only one I want is you.”
Did he hear correctly? Did you mix his name into the song? He blinks his eyes and stands frozen, jaw going slack as he continues to watch you move about the kitchen. 
So many questions flit through his head all at once that he could feel his heart beating hard against his chest. His fingers flex as he asks the same question you unknowingly asked him: Do you feel the same way that I do?
He feels a sudden jolt of courage run through his bones and he finds himself moving, walking towards you. He must know, he must take this chance, for if he doesn’t, if he misses this window of opportunity, he isn’t sure when it will show itself again and he wouldn’t forgive himself if it reached another year or before he gets his answer. 
Crossing the counter, he stands before you, hands taking hold of your hips when you accidentally bump against his chest. Your eyes are wide when you turn but they soften almost immediately when you see him, a sweet smile on your face. 
“Stevie, you scare—”
But your words never make it past your lips as he cups your face and leans down to press his lips against yours. And oh how it was just as he imagined, soft and innocent, sweet and pure and he wills himself to hold back, to move his lips gently and treasure each moment that he’s taking. A smile forms on his lips when he feels you kiss him back, your arms wrapping around his neck and he takes it as a sign to pull you close, to hold you flush against him that he never wants to let go. 
You both eventually part for air but Steve keeps his hold around you, his forehead pressing against yours as he inhales deeply, his nose kissed by your sweet scent and popcorn. 
“What were you listening to?” He asks softly, not wanting to break the bubble that’s formed around the both of you. 
You giggle at his question but don’t respond, instead, pulling off one of your earbuds and placing it snug in his ear before taking your phone out of your pajama pocket and replaying the song. 
“City lights looking like ice underneath the stars. Beautiful but I’d rather be right here where we are.”
Steve sways you with him slowly as the music plays in his ear, taking in the melody and the lyrics. He hums softly to the tune as his hands frame your waist, holding you to him and sighing in content when you rest your cheek against his chest, your hands on his shoulders while both of you slow dance in the kitchen.
It was a tough mission but Steve’s glad he’s finally home.
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fangirlinsweden · 7 months
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Just One Kiss: Part 20
Part 20: Trouble
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warning: Flirting, entitled people, bitchiness, suggestive language and anxiety (think that is all)
Count: about 4700 words
Summary: You have been suspended from work and do not know what to do with yourself. Then in just a matter of hours, you find yourself on a plane to Montana to stay with people you have never met before. And as if that is not enough one of the men you are supposed to get to know is handsome enough to make your knees shake.
A/N: I do not know anything about the professions that are detailed in this story. I have googled most things I did not know and therefore there can be some inconsistency.
English is not my first language, so there will be mistakes.
And a big thank you to the amazing @dreamcatchernightsky not only for giving great support and helping me stay motivated but also for the amazing dividers for this story. You are AMAZING!
I also want to give a big thanks to @banditthewriter & @kaunis-sielu & @maw000 for their support! Thank you!
And a big thank you to my incredible Cat for being my beta reader! As well as @dreamcatchernightsky
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You did not really know what to do when the bus came with the people for the cattle drive. It felt wrong greeting them together with Steve and Peter, but the two stood wide apart and it did not look inviting at all. The fight they had earlier had put up a kind of wall between them. Nat was in her room on the phone with work, and you did not know when she would be coming down. Steve had booked a bus to take everyone from town out to the ranch. You had heard him muttering something about not wanting too many cars on the ranch but had not questioned it any more than that.  Peter had a clipboard with the names of the people who had booked the cattle drive as well as what room they would be staying in that night.
First out of the bus when it stopped was a middle-aged couple who were holding hands. The man stepped out first and held on to the woman as she stepped out. The man was dressed as you would assume a college professor would be dressed. He had a square jawline and his features were well defined. He was clean-shaven and had short hair with some grey in it, but it made him more handsome. The woman had long black hair that was up in a ponytail and she had a bit of a stern look on her face. That, matched with her all-black clothing, made her give off a no-nonsense vibe. But when she looked at her husband, the smile she gave him really soften her features. You took a step toward them. “Welcome to Rogers Ranch.” You smiled and held out your hand since neither Peter nor Steve were doing anything. “Thank you,” the man said and shook your hand. “I’m Phil Coulson and this is my wife, Melinda.” “Pleased to meet you,” you smiled and shook Melinda’s hand. “Peter, over there, has a clipboard with all the room assignments and he will cross you off the list.. He also has a schedule you can look at.” They smiled and walked over to Peter. You wanted to go over there and see to it that Peter and Steve played good hosts, but the next pair was already stepping off the bus.
This time it was a man around your age that stepped out. He looked around to assess the surroundings. It gave you time to study him. He had a strong jawline and a kind of squared face. His dark brown hair caught some sun and it almost looked like there was some red in it. But when he turned around and helped the woman after him down the steps, he smiled and it made his face look so much more relaxed. There was no mistaking that they were a couple. The woman smiled at the man; she looked a bit younger than him. Her heart-shaped face had almond-shaped eyes and a straight nose. Her skin was glowing and it almost looked like her eyes were shining. She had long curly hair that is a mix of honey and light brown. She let out kind of a laugh when she looked around and her smile was warm and contagious. All you could think was that she was someone that everybody would want in their life t. They walked together towards you and you noticed that the man had a slight limp. “Welcome to Rogers Ranch,” you greeted them and held out a hand. The woman walked forward and took your hand. “Thank you. This place looks amazing,” she smiled. “We’re Daisy and Daniel.” She looked back to Daniel and he only had eyes for Daisy. “I am Y/N,” you smiled at them and nodded toward Peter, Steve, and the first couple you had talked to. “Peter, over there with the clipboard, has what rooms you have been assigned, will cross you off as having arrived as well as show you the schedule.” They nodded and walked over to Peter.
Another couple walked out of the bus. This time it was the woman who walked out first. The woman was wearing jeans and a tailored dark blue jacket. Her face was oval and her light skin had a healthy glow. She looked young, but at the same time as though she had seen more than her share of hard times. Her light brown hair was up in a high ponytail. Behind her, a young man, about the same age as the woman, came out. The man looked around, kind of quickly, side to side. He had a square-shaped face with high cheekbones. There was a small amount of stubble on his face, but it suited him. Even though he was dressed in dark pants and a long-sleeved light blue shirt, his dark brown hair was slightly messy and disheveled. The woman started walking towards you but noticed that the man was still standing just outside the bus looking around. “Come on, Leo,” the woman said and looked over at him. Her accent made you realise that she came from England. “Yeah, I just need to tie my shoes,” Leo answered and crouched down. The woman walked over to you. “Welcome to Rogers Ranch.” She smiled brightly at you and before you could say another word she started talking. “Thank you so much,” she gushed and looked around. “We wanted to try something new, and then Leo found this on some website and we booked it. Leo loves old western movies and I love to ride, so this is a great way to do something new.” “Yeah,” you said, not really knowing what to say. “Oh, sorry,” the woman said. “I’m Jemma.” “Hi Jemma, I am Y/N,” you replied. “Peter over there will have room assignments and a schedule.” “Thank you,” Jemma answered and walked towards Peter, Steve, and the other people who had arrived. Steve was talking with Phil and Daniel and seemingly enjoying himself. You turned your attention back towards the bus and saw that Leo was finished with his shoes and looking around again. He saw that Jemma had moved over to Peter, so he gave you a small wave before he walked towards Jemma. As Leo walked away, two men exited the bus. The first man is tall, built, and muscular. With his square-shaped face, long blond hair, and piercing blue eyes, he could have been a Norse god, or a Viking. He was dressed in light jeans, a black t-shirt and a tan jacket. The man that stepped out behind him almost looked like his opposite, still tall, but he was lean instead. He had black hair that was slicked back, and was dressed in black suit with a green shirt under. He did not look like a man dressed for being on a ranch. Both men came forward at the same time, and you smiled at them. “Welcome to Rogers Ranch. I am Y/N and it's a pleasure to have you here.” You smiled and held out your hand. “The pleasure is all ours,” the tall, slender man said with an accent that you couldn’t really place, and took a grandiose bow before he took your hand and kissed it. It made you blush and you didn’t really know how to respond. The other man takes your hand from the slender man. “Please excuse my brother, fair lady,” the man said, and also placed a kiss on your hand. “We are not accustomed to such beauty to greet us.” It made you blush even more. “Oh, well thank you.” You tried not to look over at Steve and kept your mind on the two extremely handsome men in front of you. This attention was flattering to say the least, but your heart belonged to Steve. “I am Loki,” said the dark haired man. “And this is my brother, Thor.” The names told you that you were kind of right about Thor being a Viking.
Peter looked on as the two men were flirting with Y/N and he could almost hear Steve grind his teeth. He did not know how Steve could stand there talking with Phil and Daniel about the farm, and still keep an eye on Y/N, but somehow he did. A part of Peter really hoped that Steve would walk over there and toss Y/N over his shoulder and walk away. However, Peter also knew that Steve had more manners and control than that. Still, Peter wished that someone else was seeing Steve’s behaviour. That's when Peter saw a couple of knowing smiles, between the people around them. Looking from Steve to Y/N. It made Peter almost giddy. His plan might actually work.
After getting both Loki and Thor to go over to Peter and the rest of the gang, two women stepped out of the bus, looking as if they had been to a costume shop before coming there. Both had tight dark blue jeans, and white tight tank tops on as well as short-sleeved flannels that were tied at the waist. The woman that had long, dark hair and an oval shaped face was dressed in gingham that was hot pink and white. On her head she had a hot pink stetson, with a sparkly black buckle accented band. The other woman with long, golden hair and a more heart-shaped face, wore white and sultry red. She had on a black stetson, with a red sparkly buckle accented band. Together they walked over to you. “Welcome to-” was all you got out before the woman with golden hair held a finger in the air. “We've been waiting in the bus for someone to help us with our luggage forever” She had kind of a pout on her lips. “Don’t you know the meaning of customer service?” the other woman crossed her arms, while the first woman looked you up and down. You felt like you were once again standing in front of the mean girls at school, and did not really know what to say. “I am sorry.” You cleared your throat and looked over to the group that stood a bit away, trying to get either Peter or Steve for some help. But they were immersed in conversation. “This is not a luxury hotel, this is a working ranch.” You tried saying it with your normal calm voice. One of the women kind of scoffed. “Of course, we know it's a ranch,” the woman with golden hair said. “That’s why we are here. For all the cowboys.” The women looked around and you felt lost. What were they planning? “So where are they?” the woman with the dark hair asked and started to look around. Then they saw Steve and Peter and just left you standing there. You looked after them before sighing and following. The women had not said their names and so far all they seemed to be were trouble.
Two women came over to Peter but started to ogle Steve. He could see them looking him up and down, and he felt like he was cattle in an auction. Y/N came over as well, which made the two men, Loki and Thor, turn to her and talk. They seemed to have questions about the farm and Y/N seemed to be happy to answer them. The bus driver had put out all the bags from the luggage compartment under the bus and placed them on the ground. He waved goodbye to Steve and left. Steve was at a loss, he did not really know if he should leave, or what he should do. He did not like the two men talking to Y/N so he wanted to stay close to her, but the two women made him uncomfortable. The way they were looking at him was like he was a tall glass of water and they were thirsty. He looked at Y/N again and she met his eyes and smiled, which made him realise that he could not leave Peter and her together with all these guests. As if Y/N read his thoughts she clapped her hands. Maybe she just saw the panic in his eyes? “Peter and I will now show you to your rooms, so you can get settled,” she said when she got everyone's attention. “But what about the hot cowboys?” the woman with golden hair pouted. Steve saw something come over Y/N's face but then it disappeared just as fast. “Steve has to go check on some things, but he will be back later,” Y/N said, winking at him. It was as if she was giving him an out, a way to disappear from this. How could she know that it was just what he needed? He had just thought he could not leave them, but now she kind of gave him permission. Was it strange how a woman like that had caught his heart? He winked back and said his goodbyes. It felt both wrong and right to go. When he turned around he saw that both Thor and Loki were walking close beside Y/N towards all the bags on the ground. Something that Loki said made her laugh and Steve wanted to go over there and claim her in front of them all, to make the men leave her alone. Steve cursed under his breath and walked towards the barn. When he meet Bucky just outside the barn, the man gave him a smirk, showing Steve that his friend knew exactly what was going on in his head.
Y/N looked after Steve as he walked away. You could almost see how the tension left his body in stages the further he went from the group. You looked away from his retreating form and turned to the group of people who seemed to wait for you to take charge. “Let's get your bags and we will show you to your rooms,” you smiled and made a gesture to where the bags had been dropped off by the bus driver. Thor and Loki walked step by step with you, one on either side. “I think I hear a New York accent in your voice,” Thor smiled at you, and you nodded. “Born and raised.” “What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” Loki said. It made you laugh, it seemed like both Thor and Loki would be providing a bit of comedy during the trip. “That's a long story,” you answered after a while, not wanting to go into depth in how you got here. “We have the time,” Thor smiled at you. “All week,” Loki agreed and you knew that they were flirting with you. And sure they were both handsome and all, but you only had eyes for one man. Which was Steve. Before you can say something to answer you were called by Peter. He did not have a question, instead he only asked if you were okay. Which you were, but it warmed your heart that he cared to ask.
At the bags, everyone took theirs except the two women that you still did not have a name for. “I don’t understand why there isn’t a big strong cowboy that can carry my bags?” The woman with dark brown hair pouted and looked around as if a cowboy would just appear. “I agree with Lorelei,” said the woman with golden hair. Well, now you at least had one name for the woman. “This is not some luxury vacation,” you explained. “This is a working ranch and you have signed up for a cattle drive. This means that you will have to pull your own weight and take care of your own luggage as well as other responsibilities, as it said on the website where you booked your travel.” You noticed that around you the other people are nodding. This was one of the things Peter had actually put on the website. “If you rather have a luxurious vacation, you should have gone to a spa,” Peter added, and the women looked at you with crossed arms. But you were not going to back down. It was not your job to carry bags or cater to their fantasy of what they were going to experience here. “But,” started Lorelei and almost had a quiver on her lips. You almost expected Loki or Thor to come and help the women, but they don’t. They are standing some to the side pointing at the mountains in the distance and talking. “Come on,” the dark-haired woman said and took her bags. “We will probably be surrounded by hot cowboys as soon as we leave tomorrow, and then have the vacation we wanted.” Lorelei smiled at this and picked up her two dark red bags and the other took hold of her two hot pink ones.
You turned and together you walked into the house. Peter stopped everyone by the door and asked them to please take off their shoes upon entering and they all agreed, even if Lorelei and her friend grumbled some. Some part of you just knew that these two would be trouble, not only today but all throughout the trip. It also made you a bit anxious seeing how they had looked at Steve earlier. Were one or both of them going to make a move on him during the cattle drive? Was there any way you could make it so they wouldn't? You walked up the stairs and showed each couple to their room. Jemma and Leo had been assigned the room you had been sleeping in. Thor and Loki the room next to that and so on. Everyone seemed happy with their assigned rooms, but you could see that both Lorelei and her friend would not be happy with the twin beds in the same room and sharing a bathroom with two other people. “This is really not acceptable,” said the dark-haired woman and crossed her arms once again. Peter just shook his head, not really knowing what to say. “I agree with Amora,” said Lorelei. It started to get on your nerves and you really wanted to say something snippy at them, but decided against it. “This is what we have to offer,” you said, trying to sound nice. “I am sorry if it’s not up to your standards, but I can’t give you anything else.” “I want to talk to whoever runs this place,” Amora whined. Just then Nat came out of her room and looked over at you standing with Amora, Lorelei and Peter. “Is there a problem?” Nat asked and you almost wanted to sink to your knees in gratitude. Nat would be able to deal with this problem so much better than you. “Are you the owner?” Lorelei asked, looking Nat up and down. “I thought it was the cowboy before, Steve, that was the owner,” Amora looked Nat up and down as well. “This is a family ranch,” you tried to intervene. “Steve, Peter, and Nat are siblings.” “Hmph,” was the sound that came out of Amora's mouth. “What is the problem?” Nat asked again and you noticed that Melinda stood in the doorway to the room she and her husband were going to sleep in. It almost looked like she was ready to jump in if it was needed. “We don’t like our room,” Lorelei pouted and crossed her arms again. This time making sure that by doing so she pushed her breasts up even further making them look bigger. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Peter seemed to notice as well, because his face became a bit redder and he looked away. “I am sorry that you feel that way,” Nat countered. “This is what we have, if you don’t want to spend the night in one of the bunkhouses, but they are not clean for guests and you would have to share the bathroom with all the ranch hands.” There was a small gasp from Lorelei at the thought of that, and it did not sound like a happy gasp. “Or we could pitch the tent you will be sleeping in during the cattle-drive and you could sleep in that tonight, you know, to get used to it,” Nat added with a smirk. “We will take this room,” Amora got out and turned around into the room with her bags. “Did you know we would be sleeping in tents the whole week?” you heard Lorelei ask as she closed the door to the room. Amora's answer was not heard, but you figured it would not be a nice surprise if she did not know. Nat looked at you and smirked. “Trouble,” both she and you said at the same time. Peter just looked at the two of you and shook his head.
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After everyone had settled into their rooms, it was time for the test to see how they were with horses. You had asked everyone to dress for interacting with the horses, and everyone changed clothes, except Amora and Lorelei. Instead of saying anything, Nat and you just went with it. Peter had gone ahead to help Wanda take out the horse to the paddock. Together you walked toward the stable and paddock. Once again, both Thor and Loki were keeping close to you asking questions. All, except Lorelei and Amora, were asking questions about the ranch. Since you learned a lot during your visit you could answer most of the questions, but some Nat answered as well. Seeing Wanda and Peter standing at the horses, a lot of people oohed wed and awed. “Oh horses,” Jemma sighed almost dreamingly. “But where are the cowboys?” Lorelei asked, clearly not happy. She sounded like a small child on the verge of a breakdown. “Or at least the handsome one from when we arrived?” Amora sounded just as happy as Lorelei. “They are busy,” Nat answered and walked over to the horses. Everyone followed and stood still looking at the horses. “To pair you up with the best horse for you during the cattle drive we need to know your riding abilities as well as how you handle a horse,” Peter said holding a notebook. After that he started to ask everyone their history with riding. As Steve and you had expected, there were some variations of who had ridden a lot and who had not. It took about an hour, but then you had a good understanding of who should ride which horse during the cattle-drive. It kind of surprised you how good Loki and Thor were with the horses, but they could easily be mistaken as someone who worked at the ranch, from what you could see.
You gathered everyone again and said that if they wanted to freshen up they could and then that it was time for dinner. You also informed them that after dinner there would be time for them to pack the saddlebags that were in their rooms since they were leaving early the next day. Almost directly after breakfast. Peter also said that if there were any questions about the packing or anything else, both him, Nat, and yourself would be available for questions. Everyone left to go wash up and it suddenly felt as if you could breathe again. Peter went to find Steve, while Nat and you walked into the kitchen to get something to drink and wash up.
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Steve was pacing in his office. He had done what he needed to before the cattle drive the next day, but he was starting to feel a bit worried about the single people on the cattle drive. Both for Y/N's sake, but also for his sake. He wanted to claim her as his girlfriend in front of everyone, to stop any advances on Y/N from the men, but they had decided to keep it quiet a bit longer. So what were his options? There was a knock on his door and Peter walked in. “We are ready for dinner now,” he said and Steve nodded. “Is something wrong?” Peter asked when Steve seemed distracted. “He is worried about the male guests and their interest in Y/N,” Bucky's voice said from the open door. “And probably the women that were eying him like hungry tigers.” Bucky chuckled at the distressed look Steve got at those notions. “Oh, that,” Peter lifted his shoulders. “That is an easy fix.” Steve turned his gaze towards Peter. “How?” he asked, trying to understand what option Peter had. Tossing the four people off the ranch and paying them back? It was a thought he had earlier, but he had a feeling that Y/N would see that as some kind of caveman-style jealousy and maybe that he did not trust her. Which he did, but not being with her. Showing his love. “Just ask Y/N to fake a relationship with you during the cattle drive so that you will be left alone by Lorelei and Amora.” Peter said it as if it was the easiest thing in the world, and maybe it was. Fake a relationship with someone, nobody, or almost nobody, knew that you were in. To be able to kiss her, touch her. It sounded like a good idea. “It would also keep Thor and Loki from Y/N,” Peter shrugged again. “He has a good point,” Bucky smirked, and it told Steve that he probably knew that the relationship would not be a fake one. “Nat would never fall for it,” Steve breathed out. “I think she would, especially since Lorelei and Amora are really pushing her buttons,” Peter smiled and looked at Bucky who just nodded. “How do I tell her?” Steve asked and Bucky just lifted his hands. “Just tell her how uncomfortable you are with the two women and see what she says,” Peter smiled. “I can do that,” Steve nodded. It was his sister, even if she wanted to torment him, she would probably not want him to be tormented like this. He hoped.
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Walking towards the worker's barracks the smell of grilled meat filled the air and you realised just how hungry you were. Most of the ranch workers were already sitting at the picnic tables talking. Frank stood by the grill looking powerful and in charge. He had a black apron on that had text on it, but you could not read what it said. You heard Lorelei and Amora walking just in front of you. “Oh, look at all the cowboys,” Lorelei all but purred. “This is what I am talking about,” Amora smiled, looking around. You rolled your eyes, something you had a feeling that you would have to do a lot when spending time with the two of them.
Standing with Wanda looking at the guest taking the food Frank had placed on a long table you looked forward to crawling down in bed and sleeping. Steve had come from the barn together with Bucky and Peter, but he had taken Nat aside and was talking with her. They were not close so you could hear, but it looked to be a serious conversation. It gave you a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach, but you decided to ignore it and concentrate on something else. Now that you were closer to Frank you saw that his apron said: Mr Good Looking is doing the cooking. It made you smile, probably a gift from Billy. Amora and Lorelei were last in the queue and now face to face with Frank. You were so close that you could hear what they said. “You wereright about the good-looking part,” Amora winked at Frank, clearly liking what she saw. You felt bad for Frank, seeing as she looked ready to eat him up. This can not get any worse you thought, but then it did. “Where is the vegetarian food?” asked Lorelei. “The what?” asked Frank and crossed his arms. Trouble, you whispered to yourself before walking towards them.
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chocomars · 2 years
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Rex in Captain America’s stealth suit because I’m weak
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munsonfamilyband · 1 year
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My brain has decided that it wants to start a new fic even though I’m currently writing one 🤷‍♀️
A Captain America AU popped into existence in my brain today and I will be writing it but for now, here’s the character list
Steve is Steve Rogers: this feels self explanatory but only child with a desperate need to help others, pushed into the spotlight with a forced persona, deeply lonely
Eddie is Bucky Barnes: this is mostly because of the Kas theory but also because Bucky is headcanoned to use a lot of pet names too
Chrissy is Peggy Carter: there won’t be any Steve Peggy romance but Chrissy feels like such a perfect match for Peggy
Vecna/Henry is Redskull: duh
Robin is Sam Wilson: I was torn between her being Nat or being Sam but I decided that her personality matches Sam better
Nancy is Natasha Romanoff: see above reasoning
Jonathan is Clint Barton: I’ve decided to just make a big polycule so I can have all my marvel ships be happy
Argyle is Laura Barton: see above lol
Hopper is Tony Stark: dude was held captive by a foreign power for information, that feels like enough
Joyce is Bruce Banner: she just has the vibe I guess
Murray is Thor: vibes
Brenner is Alexander Pierce: duh
Dr. Owens is Nick Fury: this one was tough but it feels like a good match as both of them compartmentalize a lot
I don’t know if I’ll include the kids at any point but I do have them casted
El is Wanda Maximoff: again, duh
Will is Pietro Maximoff: I couldnt separate the wonder twins
Max is Yelena Belova: she just fits so perfectly
Dustin is Peter Parker: he’s such a nerd
Lucas is Kate Bishop: this is entirely because of the slingshot
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lunarbuck · 1 year
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Naughty List
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pairing: Sam Wilson x f!reader (any race)
wc: 1.4k
summary: You and Sam make your way to the top of Santa's Naughty List.
warnings: fluff, holidays, oral (f receiving), smut (p in v), swearing, pet names (baby, Sugar)
a/n: This is my secret Santa gift for the lovely and amazing @late-to-the-party-81 as part of the 'Tis the Season to be Thot-y Challenge!! I hope you enjoy it :) I had so so so much fun writing it <3 Also, this is. my first time writing a Sam Wilson-centered fic; I hope I did him justice
⭐️ happy holidays ⭐️
Dialogue prompt: Santa doesn't need to know about this
Festive Device: Roaring fireplace
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You and Sam climb out of Steve’s car and wave your goodbyes as he pulls out of your driveway. Sam’s arm wraps around your waist, tugging you close.
Together, the two of you make your way into the house and out of the snow. It falls gently in the quiet of the night, landing softly on your jacket and in your hair. You weren’t sure if there would be snow this year, but you’re happy to have a white Christmas.
Sam takes your coat once you’re inside, and you smile at the chivalrous gesture. He never fails to treat you like the queen he claims you are.
“That was quite the party,” Sam says as you plop down onto the plush couch in the living room. Instead of joining you, he kneels in front of the fireplace and makes a fire. Even though he’s wearing long sleeves, you can see his muscles moving in his back. Your fingers itch to feel them, to soothe any sore spots.
Sam must feel your eyes on him because he gives you a glance, one that tells you just how much he likes when you look at him like that. You wink, and he laughs, going back to his task of lighting the fire. 
When he’s done, Sam walks over to the couch and sits beside you, tugging you into his embrace. He’s warm, and the fire’s heat fills the room, creating a cozy atmosphere.
With the snow falling outside and the fire roaring, it really feels like Christmas. Sam’s festive sweater certainly helps, though you’d taunted him mercilessly about it before the party. You’ll never admit it to him, but he can pull off anything, even an ugly Christmas sweater.
“What’s on your mind, baby?” Sam asks, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. You snuggle closer to him and breathe in his perfect scent.
“I’m just happy I get to spend Christmas with you,” you reply. And it’s true; you are so happy about that. Time with Sam is never guaranteed, what with his job and all, so any time you get with him is treasured. 
Sam shifts you in his arms, so you’re curled up on his lap, and he looks down at you with those big beautiful puppy dog eyes. “I’m happy too.” He leans down, and kisses you gently, making sure you know just how happy he is, just how cared for you are.
Sam’s passion and kindness practically ooze from his pores, but it’s even clearer just how good of a man he is when he’s kissing you, when he’s making you feel oh so loved. 
He plays you like a fiddle, letting his hands roam over your body, feeling you beneath his calloused fingers. You melt into his touch, fully at mercy to his ministrations. It’s so easy to get lost in him, in his smell, in the way he makes you feel. 
Sam’s hands find your legs, and he adjusts you so that your legs are wrapped around his torso. He stands, easily lifting you with him in the movement. He walks over to the rug in front of the fireplace and gently lowers you both to the ground.
Seated on top of Sam, you can feel his erection pressing against your center. You gently grind against him, your hips moving as if of their own volition. Sam groans beneath you, fingers making their way into your hair, tugging it lightly. 
He pulls away for a moment, eyes transfixed on your lips, now swollen from his passionate kisses. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. The fire illuminates his skin with a beautiful warmth while simultaneously casting shadows across his face that highlight his strong features. 
“Sam,” you say quietly, drawing his eyes up to yours.
“Fuck, baby, you can’t say my name like that,” he groans, shifting his hips to grind against you again. Your hands grip his shoulders as pleasure shoots through you. He holds you close as he settles your back against the carpet, his body crowding yours.
“We’re gonna crush the presents,” you giggle, your head bumping one of the wrapped gifts beneath the tree.
“You’re the only present I want,” Sam says, sitting up. “You gonna let me unwrap you?” He asks, fingers already playing with the button of your pants. You nod, and in an instant, he’s tugging your clothes off of you.
The heat of the fire is nothing compared to the heat of Sam’s eyes on your skin. He looks at you as if you were sent to Earth just for him, as if you’re the only thing in the universe for him.
Sam strips himself of his own clothes, putting on a show for your hungry eyes. You devour every inch of him, his soft skin, his perfect physique. 
You watch as Sam presses kisses to your breasts and down your abdomen, gently nipping at your skin, causing you to gasp lightly. Every time you make a sound, his eyes flick up to yours. There’s a mischievous look there, one that you know will only lead to good things.
Sam’s gorgeous mouth is just about to dip down to where you want him when he stops, letting his breath fan over your clit. Your hips cant toward his lips, silently begging for him to keep going.
“So needy, baby,” he mutters under his breath as he watches you squirm. 
“Please, Sam,” you beg, voice on the verge of being a whine.
“Please what, baby?” he teases, sucking a mark into your inner thigh. “Tell me what you need.”
“Fuck, Sam, I need you so bad,” you moan, trying not to close your legs around his head. “I need you to eat me out.”
Sam smiles up at you when you finally get the words out. “How could I ever say no to you?” he muses before dropping his head and finally giving you the contact you’ve been craving.
He feasts on you, ravages you with vigor. Your hands grip the carpet beneath you, chest heaving with breathy moans. 
Sam works you up to your orgasm so quickly that it practically blinds you. Pleasure rips through you as electricity shoots down your spine. You come on a loud moan that only urges Sam on further. 
“You’re so fuckin’ sweet,” he whispers into your pussy, pressing a kiss to your sensitive clit before licking his way up your body.
When Sam’s face is back in line with yours, you lift your chin to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips. 
“So naughty, Sam. What would Santa say?” Sam sits up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You let him, practically a rag-doll under his touch. He lines his cock up with your pussy and drags it up and down, bumping your clit.
Sam presses inside of you excruciatingly slowly, making you feel every beautiful inch of his fantastic cock.
“Santa doesn’t need to know about this, baby.” And with that, he’s thrusting inside of you at a pace that makes you see stars. All you can do is hold on, taking everything he gives you.
Sam’s hands find your tits, groping you in an almost pornographic way, but it just fuels the fire in your belly. Everything Sam does just turns you on more; there’s nothing this man could do that you wouldn’t find sexy or a turn-on. He’s Mr. Perfect in every way.
“Oh God, Sam,” you moan as he brings you right back to the brink of orgasm. 
“Come on, Sugar, give it to me.” The strain in his voice alerts you that he’s close, and just knowing that sends you over the edge. You feel yourself clamp down on Sam’s cock as he picks up his pace, chasing his own orgasm.
Sam moans your name as he comes, dropping his forehead to yours as he comes down from the high. “I love you so much, baby,” he whispers, kissing you sweetly. How this man can be so dirty but such a gentleman all at the same time always amazes you.
“I love you too, Sammy,” you reply.
A moment later, Sam rolls off of you and makes his way to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth to clean you up with. When he’s done, he tugs a blanket off the couch and pulls you in close, holding you in his arms.
As the fire roars, you snuggle into Sam’s chest, loving the warmth he surrounds you with. Nothing has ever made as much sense as this right here.
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In the Name of All That’s Holy
Type: medieval/fantasy AU, sequel to In the Name of the King
Pairing: knight Steve Rogers x reader   Word Count: 5200
Summary:
Finally having married your love, Knight Steven Rogers, you are ought to be happy – for he is the gentlest, kindest and most loving man… who happens to be very handsome as well.
And dutiful. So very dutiful and proud of his place at court that he might be neglecting his other duties, like the ones of a husband.
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Warnings: 18+, SMUT, touch-starved horny and innocent-ish reader, breeding kink, slightly dom!Steve being a bit of a jerk, unprotected sex (who would have guessed in this AU), era-typical misogyny if you squint, a tiny bit of angst,  religious ambiguity, fluff and himbo knights
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Restlessness was a sensation you were no stranger to.
You remembered moments where your feet itched with need to tap on the floor incessantly, your hands clenching and unclenching, your heart racing despite sitting entirely still with no physical exertion at all; moments where your mind, on the other hand, seemed to rival the fastest horses of the kingdom.
Yet, this feeling appeared foreign.
You were certain you had a taste of it previously, almost always in relation to Steven – your Steven, long before he was yours.
No amount of fidgeting brought you relief; your body ran hot and yet you felt cold when outside of Steven’s arms, your husband’s arms, deep yearning within you, which made your tongue tied and sharp at once. Irritation spiked easily, blood rushing in your veins and holding you in a state of the strangest haze.
You must have been losing you mind.
You felt so unwell you were relieved of your duties for several days now; Queen Virginia, the amiable and kind sovereign and the noblewoman you now answered to, had been so gracious to note your state, your fever. You had known the goodness of her heart; you had already witnessed it when she had first arrived and allowed you to stay for some of her own maids remained in her old kingdom for their ties to their husbands and their families.
Yet, she turned out to be even kinder in her actions now.
After you assisted to their wedding and celebrated your own, served with honour for over two weeks, fever brought you to your knees, the strangest you had ever experienced. You felt weak and full of energy at once, trembling, thirsting after things intangible, after life itself it seemed.
After three days, you still remained feeble, worrying your husband who did not have nearly enough time to take care of you despite the concern creasing his brows intensely whenever he had a chance to see you.
Such was the case tonight; earlier today, you had a chance to witness the coronation of Prince Anthony, yet you had no energy to serve at the feast to celebrate this grand event.
Steven could not be by your side as you rested; he had not even been allowed to stand by you during the important royal event.
You had stood on the opposite ends of the room and despite the gravity of the ceremony unfolding your gaze travelled to your husband often, your heart flying.
He was a handsome man; standing tall, dressed in traditional colours of Starkerbürg and lighter armour; every single person, should they bother to look at him, would be able to tell he was proud to carry his title of a knight. Hair combed as carefully as his beard, a neck protector made of chain mail laid over the crimson shirt with a golden royal insignia, double-belted with leader –one for appearance, other to hold a sword he himself forged. A cloak in royal colours, clipped together with a golden clasp.
Your husband was nothing short of magnificent.
Gods, Lord, who could blame you for stealing glances at him, even as you could have been watching the priest, a divine messenger, place the crown on Prince Anthony’s head and entrust him with the power over the kingdom to his hands, from the will of the Lord himself? A different sort of a divine power was pulling your gaze towards your husband, no doubt just as sacred – it must have been.
With the end of the coronation approaching, you already felt your fever overtaking you again; so you retreated to your chambers, Steven’s worried gaze following you, his stance unmoving otherwise.
He had a duty he was most proud of – a duty he would never break, perhaps not even for you. Instead of the fever, a few tears burned in your eyes at the thought, and yet… you could not but love him with all your heart, for he was the gentlest, kindest, loving and most giving man, human, you had ever encountered. Memories of your wedding night and the night after flooded your mind and reminded you of another undeniable feature of his. Passionate.
Steve was a tender, but strong and incredibly passionate man. You felt the ghost of his lips on your own still, the scratch of his beard as his lips wandered your body, showing you pleasure you could have never imagined in your wildest dreams.
The sensations set your body on fire again as you downed a tall glass of water, changing into your nightgown and retreating to bed, the heat seemingly only growing even as you simply laid on the covers instead of under them. Steve’s scent, so greatly missed these days for his duties kept him occupied and away, twirled in the air around you, somehow irritating instead of soothing as usual.
You tossed and turned, uncomfortable in your own skin, a feeling you could not hope to understand crawling up your back, inside your belly and your chest. An itch whose source you were failing to find, no matter how frantically you were searching.
The itch, the burn… it was simply not leaving, rendering you half-mad and fatigued.
*✧・゚: *✧・゚:*✧・゚: *✧・゚:*✧・゚: *✧・
It must have been hours when you finally calmed, lying on you back in your marital bed, eyes dazed over, mind void of a single coherent thought.
The sounds of the feast, having echoing through the castle even to your chamber, grew louder all of sudden, accompanied by a low squeak of the door.
Despite exhaustion having settled deep in your bones, you willed your head to turn, met with a sight for your sore eyes: your knight in all his glory, wrapped in the crimson cloak still, sword still by his hip, ready to rush to protect those who could not protect themselves. Prepared to lay down his life for others. For you. A true hero.
The room had been wrapped in shadows, illuminated by two candles you could not recall lighting up; the scarce light played on Steven’s troubled face as he blindly closed the door and graced you with a faint smile, the curl of his plush red lips almost hidden by his thick beard.
“Good evening, sweetling,” he whispered, voice husky from laugher the feast no doubt made for.
He took off his cloak, leaving it on the chair by the door.
The sound of his voice caressed you tenderly and yet – it clutched at your abdomen tight, your heart, having calmed down at last, stumbling again and breaking into a run. Your eyes fluttered close at the assault of a feeling, its intensity taking you by surprise.
“Evening,” you croaked out, hearing his suddenly rushed steps, feeling his weight as he sat down by your hips.
His warm hand landed on your forehead gently, pushing your hair away to grant himself a proper look. His fingers brushed your cheek, wincing slightly as a booming laugher reached the chambers once more.
“Are you not feeling better?”
Your gaze sought out his, a breath-taking image of his face in rich detail for he was so close, leaning in to plant a kiss on your forehead – the blue of his irises was nearly swallowed by his pupils, the sight causing your lower belly burn.
It was only when his lips caressed your face, once and twice, when the realization finally dawned to you.
Steve’s touch, his lips, his warmth against yours, his proximity – all of these blessings were both the source of your fever and the only remedy.
Your body burned because of him. Burned for him.
“Sweetling?” he questioned silently as you observed him, rendered speechless by the epiphany.
For all your duties, you had struggled to find moments for each other and now your body called for him; a call you could not hope nor wanted to ignore.
In an instant, your strength had returned. Your hand found Steven’s cheek, stroking his cheekbone with the pad of your thumb, bringing a smile to his face even when you added pressure as to pull him in.
He yielded, sweet lips with a faint taste of wine meeting yours, careful, gentle, sending shivers down your spine, exciting and comforting at once.
“Are you cold, my love?” he whispered to your mouth, withdrawing an inch – an inch too far. “Why are you not co-“
Never allowing him to finish his sentence, you kissed him again with urgency for since you found your remedy now, you refused to let it go.
Should you release him, should your lips part from his again, you would certainly gone mad; for at the moment, you felt health rushing through your veins, thirst you had not known you had suffered from sated and growing at once for Steve’s lips on yours were but a promise, but a taste of what he could give, what he had given you pleasure of experiencing.
You opened your mouth to deepen the kiss, to taste him profoundly, to make him understand.
Surely, he would understand? You were not left alone in your craving, or were you? You could not be called sick for your desires, not truly. No? Surely, loving your husband, loving the entirety of him, was only natural? Your core throbbed with need as you felt him give in, tongue joining the dance of your lips, your breaths coming out short as the air seemed to crackle, adding to the fire inside you.
You reached out to his shoulder, forcing him to lean in, your body rising to meet his, to have his warmth seep into yours, your pulse thundering as your fingers ran down his chest to his belt.
He withdrew with a gasp, earning a whine from you for you felt as if you were on fire; all-consuming fire only he could put out. Would he deny this relief to you?
He watched you with eyes blown wide, lips kiss-swollen, hand on your face tender still even as you stole another kiss from him, nothing but a short peck he was swift to end, turning your advances down with a gentle caress on your cheek.  
“Love, love, sweetling… I must go back to the feast.”
“Do not dare,” you whispered firmly, a fraction desperate at the mere prospect.
You understood your condition at last, you were aware of what was it you needed and what you wanted. Could he not want the same?
“It is not that I wish to-“
“Do not, then,” you begged, following him as he sat up, emptiness filling you at the possibility of the distance between your lips growing. You kissed his cheek, the corner of his mouth, then his lips again – he did not retreat, did not protest, but his hand on you grew heavy, falling to your shoulder, his eyes tainted by regret. “My fever. Its origin is withing me. You have not bedded me since the night after our wedding night.”
His gaze softened, apologetic with a spark of something you could not hope to decipher.
“Oh my sweeting… I shall make up for my shortcomings, soon. But for the moment, I must-“
You scooted closer, following his every move without conscious effort, your bodies gravitating one to the other. You ran your fingers through his beard, thumb brushing over his lips as you leaned in for another kiss, holding onto his shoulder for both the proximity and the fear he would leave you cold and alone despite clearly regretting his choice.
You kneeled by him now, a moment from finding strength and courage to stand and straddle him; yet, you feared he would reject you still; and such action would break your heart.
“You have not made love to me since then and my body, my heart-“ you whispered, voice cracking with the severity of your admission, “it is burning for you.”
“Oh, my love… but I---- I apologize, but I must-- such is the King’s will,” he explained, eyes fluttering shut when you kissed him, a small sound escaping him when your fingers dove into his hair; a little noise spurring you on, feeding your hope. “The God’s will, I-”
Nimble fingers of your free hand undid the belt holding the sheath without a single protest on his part, the thud on his sword on the floor a testimony to your victory.
“Is it not God’s will to love and to create life?” you spoke to his mouth, a blissed sigh falling from your lips when his hand tentatively found your waist. “My lips burn for your lips, my womb burns for your seed, aches to grow your child. Sooth me. Fill me. Please.”
“For all that’s holy-“ he cursed, taking your mouth, claiming dominance and sealing your fate at once.
His hand cradled your face firmly, angling your head to his liking, holding you in place despite the power behind his lunges, causing you to nearly cry out in relief. Yes, yes, please, do not stop-
“Give my body a child to carry. A child born of our love.”
“I will, wife. I will,” he promised huskily, his touch earning urgency you would never dream of.
Despite losing control over the kiss, your lips curled up in a smile as he advanced on you, barely finding time to have you pull the chainmail over his head for he attached his mouth to yours again, hand squeezing your waist, chest to chest as your nipples hardened.
“I shall not come back there.”
“You shall not,” you confirmed breathlessly, shaking your head at the mere idea until he gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, steading your movements just so he could drink from your mouth as he had drunk from his goblet at the feast.
“I shall have my own feast here… for it is God’s will…” he murmured, rucking up the skirts of your nightgown, palm kneading your thigh as it made its way up. “And I shall find my holy grail without leaving our marriage bed.”
His words were a promise; and you knew that your knight, your husband, your Steve was one to deliver on them, always.
He stripped you of your modest garments entirely, laying you down on your marriage bed and begun his journey in search of the holy grail he had spoken of.
And by gods, he treated your body as his quest, one single destination in his mind.
Yet, he took pleasure in the journey itself; his lips skimmed over your skin, soothing the burn his beard left behind, adoring hungry kisses trailing down your body, walking reverently through the valley of your breasts, licking and sucking at your nipple, nosing the underside of your breasts and heading down down down until his mouth latched onto his prize, hands seizing your hips so you could not escape his worship.
“Steven-“
“Divine,” he only muttered, darting his tongue out circle your pearl, your hands gripping the sheets in a desperate need to hold onto reality as you felt on the verge of entering an entirely different plane of existence.
Your body boiled, singing in pleasure and relief at last and yet he was moving so painstakingly slow.
He kissed your lover lips like he would kiss your mouth – tender and loving until he lost his patience and delved in, tasting and savouring every drop of your essence on his tongue as it was nothing less than the most delicious wine. His large palm was sprawled over your belly, keeping you in place as ifyou ever had the intention to escape his ministrations.
And just when you were on the edge of bliss, almost touching the stars and reaching for the cure your body needed for so long, he withdrew his tongue, licking a broad strip up your glistening petals and placing a gentle kiss on your pearl, lips drawing a tickly line up your abdomen.
The action – or the lack of it – elicited a startled cry from your lips when he strayed further and further from where you quite literally burned for his touch. Tears formed in your eyes at the denial, your hips bucking up in protest against his unrelenting grasp.
“Steve—why?”
“I want to feel you, angel… I love feeling your body begging for my seed. Is that not what you crave? Is that not what you asked from me?” he muttered to the skin of your neck, a broad and evil, evil smile he made sure you could feel.
You cared little for his smugness, feeling you were a second from losing your mind as you babbled in agreement.
“Yes, yes, but I--- yes. Please.”
Boneless yet strung so tight your body threatened to snap, you laid limp bar the frantic rise and fall of your chest and wordlessly watched him discard his remaining clothes, take torturously long to untie his heavy boots, undo his pants and free his manhood.
Yet, once he returned to you, he made up for his absence; he covered you like a blanket, heavy, soft, but unrelenting as his body tangled with yours, capturing you in the most blissful trap, locking his mouth on yours, allowing you to taste your own essence.
“My beautiful, beautiful wife,” he whispered to your lips, “I have been blessed making you my wife, do you know that, my love?”
The sweet words had your head spin, breath catching in your chest as his mouth slanted over yours again, filthy kiss in stark contrast to his declaration and the care he took to slowly enter you, teeth grazing your lower lip for he must have felt your tight heat squeeze him hungrily the moment he was fully seated.
The sensation compared to nothing else; for nothing made for a feeling of being so profoundly loved. Your bodies merged so perfectly as if you were created for each other and in this very moment, no matter how the fire inside you only seemed to intensify, it truly felt like you were.
Your love, your Steven, your husband. Beautiful, lost in the moment of bliss as you were, candlelight casting shadows over his handsome face, over the small scar above his brow – a testament to his bravery and good heart. His heart; yours.
Steve grunted as your core squeezed him in need and he took several breaths, fluttering his eyes open to find you watching him, eyes no doubt glossed over, glassy almost. The pads on his fingers ghosted over your cheekbone, tenderly drying your tears; feelings you could not hope to put into words bubbled in your throat alongside your desire.
“It is me who was blessed,” you whispered, barely audible, your trembling hand cupping his face as you licked your lips. “Please.”
“As you wish.”
The slow drag of his length through your heat had you seeing starts; and this time, he hoisted you high enough for them in a blink of an eye, having you gasping in pleasure, body tensing in almost painful manner – but oh so blissful.
He indulged in the sensation of your heat clamping on him, nearly ceasing his movements, resting deeply within you. His eyes never left your face, committing the precious image to his memory.
How he had managed to keep from you for days were beyond his comprehension now when he was granted a moment to have you; the memories he had relished so far made it no justice.
Despite every prayer to the Lord or to the Gods, this moment and moments alike were when Steven felt the closest to divine power; for this must have been what Heaven felt like. He was in the loving arms of an angel.
You blinked your eyes open, solitary tear running down your cheek, breathless, lips parted. Steve stole the salty droplet and brought it to your lips, kissing you with reverence, tenderly making love to your mouth. He craved nothing but to chase his own release too, yet he was perfectly content stealing your breath and making for your lips to be kiss-swollen, having them chant his name like a prayer and a thank you.
“Steve, Steve, Steve…“
As if he had just executed an act of heroism instead of profound pleasure to himself.
“Is the burn gone, my sweet?” he asked, gently despite the teasing edge to his smile.
But how could he jest, mock your wish to feel him close when he felt the same… how could he when you watched him with his eyes half open and so full of love and serenity?
“Yes, my love. Most of it.”
And was there any sweeter music than this, a hidden plea for him to fill you further, to plant his seed and claim you as his in every way imaginable?
His crotch throbbed at your willingness – at your desperation almost – to have him release deep inside you. Images flickered in his mind, crude images that had much less to do with love-making you deserved, but perhaps fitting enough for what you both craved.
“Oh, only most of it? Let me remedy it then, sweetling.”
He kissed your lips with determination and hunger, eliciting an adorably startled sound from your throat when he pulled away, and stood up by the foot of the bed. A choked yelp followed when his fingers curled about your ankles and he dragged you to him – as gentle as he could in his desire-clouded mind – leaving you with your sweet centre just on the edge.
Lifting your leg, planting a kiss to your calf and resting it against his shoulder, repeating the motion with your other legs, he was not blind to your confusion and your wide-eyed gaze; you watched him breathless with anticipation as you realized what he wanted.  
But by gods, knowing his intention prepared you not for the feeling when he entered you again, thrusting so deep you felt him like you had not before, the sensation as blissful as startling, your hand instinctively covering your belly in shameless wonder.
“Oh gods,” you sobbed, little sounds you did not know you were capable of spilling from your lips with every thrust, each coming faster than the one before, leaving you stunned and yet having you crave more of this incredible feeling.  
You felt an open-mouthed sucking kiss land on your calf and you could not find yourself to care for it beyond whimpering, a plea for more, senselessly begging to feel Steve spill inside you and to take you touch the stars again.
His burning hand covered yours on your belly, pressing as if he could feel the depths he reached with every buckle of his hips forward.
“I will spill so deep inside you, my love, that the seed will take.”
You sobbed as you felt your peak approaching at his words, dripping with desire and need to claim.
“We will be blessed with a child… you will grow a new life, right here,” he added pressure, the sense of possessiveness delicious, rich and dark. Irresistible. “And then again and again.”
“Yes, please-“
“Oh sweetling, you will not—have to ask again.”
Your lips parted in silent cry as his movements grew erratic and the feeling you craved so much arrived at last, triggering your own release, both Steve’s and your body wrapped in bliss at once.
You felt his eyes on you as you breathed heavily, chest rising and falling at the overwhelming sensation, eyes fluttering open only to see him watch you with fascination; an emotion that only seemed to grow when he slowly pulled out, his release nearly spilling out. His fingers were swift to gather the thickness and push it back where it belonged, causing shivers run up your spine.
He kissed each of your knees as he laid your legs down to the cushions, your limbs appearing and feeling boneless. He stretched over your body, offering his generous warmth, watching with a smile that rivalled your own before he graced you with the sweetest of kisses – unhurried, but an echo of the fire prior to your love-making.
“Are you alright, my love?” he questioned, a soft frown creasing his brows as he observed you. “Did I… did I hurt you? Such was not my intention.”
“I know. You did not, Steven. Never,” you assured him swiftly, leading him to lie by your side.
He obliged, draping the covers over you both as much as he could without moving much, facing you with a smile which earned a teasing edge that had your cheeks burn.
“Cannot believe my lady craves this so much.”
Biting your cheek, you lowered your gaze, feeling shame bloom in your chest. Was it wrong? Surely, it could not be? Not when you finally felt as peace again; no fever, no irritation. Only love and serenity.
“There is no other feeling like it,” you muttered, attempting to explain, to justify yourself. “Being as one… leaving a part of you behind, deep inside me, I--- do you believe me to be silly for feeling such?”
Steven’s hand found yours, bringing it to his lips, tenderly kissing your knuckles before moving onto your fingertips; his eyes were sincere as he met your gaze, urgent almost.
“No. I could never. My beautiful wife, with enticing body and gorgeous soul… I could never. I love you. No matter what your needs should be.”
Your shoulders relaxed, calmness washing over you again; and this time for good, for Steven, your Steve, would not think any less of you. You should have known as much.
“And I love you, husband.”
“And since I know now how much you adore this feeling… and how much wish for a child, just like I do, I shall make sure to keep you full of my seed every day,” he declared, hand sprawling over your abdomen, a shadow of desire in his gaze as he looked up at you. “I must not neglect my marital duty anymore.”
You gulped at his choice of his words, a echo of hurt and sorrow creeping up your back.
“Duty…” you mused. “Will you go back to the feast? To fulfil your duty?”
He simply shook his head, laying your connected palms between your, fingers interlaced.
“No. I shall stay here. I have fulfilled my duty already. Serving my king and my kingdom it is no longer my only obligation.”
“And… what of pleasure?” you questioned hesitantly for you feared his answer.
In the bliss following your act of love, you could not stop wondering whether this was a duty to him also – for while you had convinced him to stay, he had not seemed nearly as eager as you did.
Your soul would be at peace for Steve had not held your needs against you, he did not think you strange; yet, you would hope he would be as keen as you were. He had not appeared that way – and now, he was smiling at you softly, bemused.
“What of it, sweetling?”
“Well,” you said, carefully watching his face as you explained. “You said you must no longer neglect your marital duty. Your obligation. But… what of pleasure?”
Should he tell you that your source of pleasure was a mere duty to him, your heart would break; yet, not knowing was nearly as painful since it gnawed at your mind.
Steve observed you for a moment, curious, clueless, thumb caressing the back of your hand.
At last, his expression softened, strong arms pulling you to his front, tucking your head under his chin, a lingering kiss planted to the crown of your head.
You knew then he must have understood what you were asking; whether he found pleasure in it as well, at least half the bliss you felt when you connected in the most intimate manner, one reserved for a wife and a husband only.
His palm stroked your back as he held you firmly to his chest, his voice soothing in its outrage.
“If you have any doubt, my sweetling, I shall tell you I find myself a lucky man for making love on my wife is both. Tis’ a pleasure I can speak of as duty… a duty I may use as an excuse to lose myself in you, lose myself and never want to find my way back,” he admitted fervently, before his voice softened again. “Do you understand, my love?”
You smiled and nodded as the warmth of his words enveloped you, comfort and a promise.
“I do, Steven.”
His fingers tickled your lower back, causing you to giggle and withdraw on instinct, allowing Steve to slip two fingers under your chin, leading you to tip your head back, rewarding your pliancy with a kiss on your lips.
“Surely you must know, my sweet. You are the closest to heaven I have ever been. You. Always you.”
You blinked heavily, tiredness washing over you in the safety of your loving husband’s arms.
“And you,” you whispered, earning a hushed laugh as you yawned, leading Steve to help you roll over and assume position you would always seek when sleeping.
Your back to his front, not an inch between your bodies and his lips on your shoulder, he wished you a good night and sweet dreams.
Only tonight, his arm did not simply drape over your waist; his palm laid wide over your belly, possessive – and protective.
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Far from the pair of lovers having settled to sleep, Sir Barnes held out his palm in the direction of Sir Drax and Sir Lang with a self-satisfied grin. The two men only groaned, much to the amusement of Sir Barton who had gentlemanly refused to participate in the actual bet. He had been too certain of the outcome.
Lang and Drax tossed a few coins to Barnes, who then shared a few with Barton anyway for he had whispered his tip to his ear earlier.
“Told you,” Bucky bragged, putting the coins away into his pouch.
“But he is such a stuck-up ass about his duty!” Lang called out, outraged and confused, which only had Barton erupt in laughter.
“True. That he is. But he’s got a husband’s duty now,” he pointed out, not having to imagine what he would have done had he needed to go and check on his wife Laura. “Trust me, fellas, I know how such things are.”
“Ew!” Bucky cried out, disgusted at the imaginary. “Did not need to know that. The point, however, is that he was too enchanted by his sweetling even before they were married. It would hardly change now. There was no chance ever he would come back in here.”
“But why would he stay with one woman there when there are so many in here?” Drax questioned, frowning, while Lang just shook his head and sighed.
“Should have known. I’m never betting against you again, Barnes.”
“No, please. By all means, give me more money,” the knight grinned, earning a scowl from the two. “If it makes you feel any better… I think Steve would bet the same as you.”
“How do you figure?” Barton wondered, intrigued by the idea.
“He is a stuck-up ass about duty. That’s why his wife is so good for him, maybe more than the dumbass realizes.”
“Hear hear!” Barton laughed, raising his beer to toast to that, coaxing the others to do the same.
Many chambers away from the royal hall, Steven could not but agree with Barnes. His wife was indeed the best; but contrary to his best friend’s claim, he was well-aware.
He was very, very well-aware.
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Sequel - In the Name of Blood  
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*hands over a box of tissues, for whichever use you need and prefer*
Is it purple prose? Probably. Do I care. NOPE.
This post appeared on my dash and I was done for 😭 Blame this on that (and someone telling me that after what they endured, they deserved to get some. A lot of some.)
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Dangerous Places: 8
You don’t see Steve for almost a week. You meet several of the women, they seem nice enough and happy, but you’d seemed happy too.
Wanda had taken your grocery list and bought everything you’d needed, no hesitation. She was a soft woman, and the one you felt most comfortable around. You knew that Nat was reporting back to Steve on you. Those piercing green eyes of hers seemed to notice everything and it’s unnerving.
Your feet have healed well, the Doctor, a soft spoken man they call Hulk, had come by and checked in on you. He’d also offered to get you a system that would test your blood so you didn’t have to do your finger all the time, something that sounded more than a little appealing.
You’re a little surprised to see Steve enter after he knocks on the main door. You’ve got some music playing from an old radio you’d found and are reading a book. One that Carol had lent you.
“Hi Bunny.” He says putting a box on the counter. “Got you some sugar free cookies from a bakery I like.”
“Thank you.” You’re surprisingly touched by this.
“I hope they’re good.” He says dropping down into the arm chair with a heavy sigh. “How’s your week been?” When you level him with a look that pretty much screams really? “Right, sorry. Things have been interesting, hectic but I’m getting closer to destroying Hydra.”
“Good.”
“Good?” He seems surprised, “there’s no one there you were friends with?”
“No. Friends don’t help a monster keep you prisoner.”
“Will you tell me what happened?”
“No.” You tell him with a racing heart. Last time you’d said no to Brock he’d beaten you so badly you couldn’t sit comfortably for days.
“Okay, will you at least think about it?” He asks and you nod, you’ll think about it. “Thanks Bunny.”
“You can use my real name if you want.” You offer, not looking up from your book.
“I know.” You glance over at him and see a little smile on his face, “what are you reading?”
“Something from Carol.”
“Ah, sexy book then.” He says and your eyes nearly pop out of your head.
“Wh-what?”
“Sexy book. Carol makes us all read them, is that the one about the baker and the doctor?”
“Um, yes.” You know he can see the embarrassment on your face.
“Nice. Some things in that one I’ve wanted to try for a while. Let me know if you’re interested.” He flirts but you can’t even look at him. He turns on the tv and you continue to read for a while, you’re reading a more, spicy, part when he hums and you look up at him.
“You’re at the part in the kitchen aren’t you?”
“How could you possibly know that?”
“The look on your face, and how far along you are in the book. I just read that one.” You snap the book shut, keeping one finger in between the pages so you don’t lose your spot. “Aw, come on Bunny. Keep readin’ for me.”
“No more comments.” You tell him attempting to make it sound like a question while it’s really a request.
“Alright, but I’m watchin’ still.” You sigh heavily but don’t argue, you open the book again and start reading.
The scene is hot. There’s no arguing that, and annoyingly now you can’t get the vision of Steve as the male character out of your head.
He lets you read in peace for a half an hour before he says, “what should we do for dinner?”
“I was going to do leftovers.”
“Ah, what if I cook for you?” You bite your lower lip and look down into your lap,
“I have so many leftovers, I don’t want anything to go bad.” You close your eyes waiting for the anger.
“Good girl Bunny.” He practically purrs and butterflies dance in your stomach. “I love when you set boundaries with me. Do you mind if I just find something?”
“That’s fine.”
“Thanks. Hulk said he was going to get you set up with some other stuff for your diabetes. Has he done that yet?” He asks as he makes his way to the fridge.
“No, I think he ordered it.”
“Good, anything else you want to do?”
“Leave.”
“Bunny.” He warns lowly and you glare at your book.
“The brand.” You say after a few more minutes of silence.
“Hmm?” He hums from where he’s looking into the fridge,
“I’d like my brand removed.”
“Did you talk to Bruce about it?”
“Who?”
“Oh, right Hulk.”
“Um, no. I don’t even know if it’s possible.”
“We can ask him, I can’t imagine it’s going to be pleasant.”
“I think that’s why he does it. Brock’s a monster. He likes inflicting pain on other people then,” you take a deep shaky breath, “he blames you for your pain.” You whisper and you hear Steve moving quickly.
“I’ll be right back Bunny.” He says through clenched teeth. The door slams shut and after a few seconds you hear the sound of something shattering. When he comes back into the house, his body is tight like he’s angry. He stalks over to you but freezes when he sees how you curl in on yourself.
“I’m coming over there Bunny. I’m not mad at you, you need to know that okay?” You nod and he comes over and crouches in front of you on the floor. “I need to know the things he did to you. I need to know so I can punish him when I destroy Hydra and I need to know so I can help you heal.” He says softly, “I am furious with how you were treated. It’s unacceptable.”
“It’s hard to talk about.” You whisper as tears fill your eyes.
“Maybe I could bring in a therapist for you?”
“You’d do that?”
“Yea Bunny. You’re mine to protect and that means from everything, past trauma included.”
“But why?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why me?”
“I don’t know. When I figure it out I’ll let you know.”
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