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TOUCH- S.G ROGERS
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Girlfriend! Reader
Word Count: 3.2k
Summary: Your boyfriend Steve discovers your size kink, and love of being manhandled by him. What he does with this new information? Well that’s entirely up to him... 
Warnings: fingering, HUGE dumbification kink, HUGE size kink, manhandling, spanking, petnames, HUGE praise kink, slight daddy kink, slight degradation, squirting, teasing, clinginess (in a cute way!), mentions of binding and blowjobs, swearing, stevie puts you across his knee, handholding <33, 6′5 steve rogers- which needs its own warning, overall very FLUFFY
Notes: thank you guys for 3.1k i love you all so so much<3 this was in the drafts for a bit and i got motivation to finish it, im on a huge steve kick rn hehe!!
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The first time he did it was by accident. 
A happy accident, really. 
You should have known better, your mother drilling the safety precautions into your head like a wailing siren each time she’d walk with you across the crosswalk to the playground, to that same rusty swing you’d fly on to your heart's content. 
Always look both ways Y/N. Left, right, then left again. It's dangerous, out on the busy streets. 
Those words were not playing through your head as you stood on the edge of the bustling sidewalk, fidgeting with excitement as you took in the big building in front of you from across the busy street. Steve was taking you to your very first ballet, something you had wanted to see since you were a little girl. 
Your mouth was opened in awe as you took in the bright, shining lights and the sign that read SWAN LAKE, 9:00, SOLD OUT in massive black box letters. Your eyes darted to the red carpet below, the doors now wide open as people in fancy gowns and tuxedos filled in, tickets in hand. 
The excitement was bubbling in you, so much you thought you would simply burst if you didn't march through those golden encrusted doors. Heart over mind, you felt your legs carrying you forward, your heart beating so fast you swore it would burst out of your chest.
 A blur of light crossed your vision as a hand snatched your own, pulling you back into a solid chest. 
Steve's arms cradled you close to him, hand stroking your hair as you managed to catch your breath, the sound of the cars honking in the distance. You fought the urge to grip his dress shirt with your fists, feeling the tears build in your eyes as your legs shook. 
Steve had saved your life. 
That car was mere inches from hitting you front on, and he had grabbed your hand with his own, yanking you back to safety. 
What would you ever do without him? 
“Are you okay sweetheart?” he asked gently, his tone trying to soothe your beating heart, your lungs that couldn't seem to get enough air into them. You nodded quickly, meeting his worried gaze with your own.
 “I’m so sorry Stevie, I wasn't thinking. I was just so excited and…” you trailed off, hiccuping on a sob. 
“Shhh, shh hey sweetheart it's okay, I understand. I know how excited you are, and that makes me so happy. But we just gotta be more careful next time okay?” 
You nodded in agreement, the soft feeling of his kiss against your temple making you smile. “Thank you for saving me Stevie.” you whispered into his chest, holding him close as the cars continued to speed past.
 “It’s what I’m here for, silly girl.” he teased, his hand making its way down to your back, rubbing soothing circles against the fabric of your dress, the feelings of his rings on your shoulder blades causing you to shiver. “Traffics clear now. Cmon sweetheart.” he cooed, slipping his hand in yours as he guided you across the now-empty street. 
Now it was a habit. 
Every single time you crossed the street, his hand would slip into yours, his fingers intertwining with your own as if he was scared to let you go. It was a silent reassurance, his grip squeezing slightly as the two of you made your way across the roads. 
But now, as you crossed, instead of your mother’s voice, it was Steve’s. 
But we just gotta be more careful next time okay? 
You looked left, right, then left again with a soft smile adorning your face. 
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The second time it happened, there was no accident. 
There might as well have been one, with the way your heartbeat was racing, a stallion galloping down the track. You had just stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body that smelt of lavender. 
A sudden pair of hands gripped your waist, making you squeal as they picked you up with ease, plopping you down on the soft-lit vanity. A little gasp had slipped out as he turned around, but from his posture, you knew he could hear it. 
He knew, deep down, what he did to you when he carried you around like a rag doll. 
 “Whadda doin?” you asked meekly, attempting to calm the giddiness in your belly, the butterflies fluttering like crazy from Steve picking you up. 
You weren't quite sure what it was that had your thighs squeezing together in anticipation. He truly hadn't done anything sexual. Was it the size difference? Was it the fact Steve could pick you up with not a care in the world, like you weighed absolutely nothing? 
You weren't sure, but whatever it was, made your skin heat, your cheeks beginning to feel warm to the touch. 
His sweet, soft voice broke you from your trance, bottles of your skincare in hand as he neared. “Wanna do your skincare.” he smiled, that boyish grin plastered on his face he wore the first day you met him, the one that had you swooning like a lovesick fool. You gulped as he stood in front of you, still towering over you despite your placement on the marble bathroom counter. 
“Why?” you asked, breathless as he scooped your flyaways back with a headband he gently placed on you. “Can’t I pamper my princess?” he asked, toying with you as a finger was placed under your towel, tugging at it until it fell around your body, revealing yourself to him once more. 
Time stopped as he took you in, eyes hungry as they scanned over every inch of skin, every curve, every stretch mark. There was no way the two of you had dated for four  years. 
No way in hell. 
Because each time he looked at you like this, it was like the very first time the two of you had met. Every time he spoke to you, in that soft, gentle tone of his, it was like he was reciting a poem, only meant for your ears. 
It always felt so, new. So exciting. 
That feeling never faltered, never diminished as he placed kisses all over your body, licking up the droplets of water your towel had missed, making you giggle. 
“Can I pamper you after?” you smiled as he rung out the face cloth, softly brushing it across your face with such tenderness you thought your heart would simply break into a million pieces it was so full.
 “You pamper me every day, sweetheart.” he murmured, applying your skincare, not missing a single step. 
As if he had studied every step you completed before bed, as if he had written it down in that little brown book of his. 
You couldn't help but smile as he began to comb through your hair after kissing your now washed face, braiding it the way he saw you braid your hair before bed. Two little pigtails, a fishtail to adorn each side. Lotion that smelt of heaven, that smelt of him was rubbed all over your body, his sweater sliding over your head to match. 
“Open up.” he cooed, tugging on your bottom lip with his thumb, toothbrush in hand. As he brushed your teeth, making it harder and harder to keep the toothpaste from trickling down your chin with each joke he made, those same words floated through your head. 
What would you ever do without him? 
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The third time… the third time was truly an accident. 
From your end, once more. 
Not that Steve minded, he seemed to enjoy taking care of you, helping you clean up any spills or messes your clumsiness would provide. You, on the other hand, felt like a complete and total idiot. 
So when the glass mug had slipped from your hand, the liquid inside burning your fingertips, you cursed yourself again. 
You sighed as the scorching black coffee started seeping across the hardwood, slipping between the glass fragments. Just as you were about to bend over to clean up the glass, those same hands had grabbed your hips, setting you up on the kitchen counter with ease.
 “What did I say about you and glass princess?” Steve questioned, eyebrow raised as he bit back a smile at your flustered reaction.
 He could sense your giddiness each time he grabbed you, seeing the way you'd kick your feet like a little kid against the cabinets, or the way you'd clench your thighs together tightly.
 “That I’m supposed to call you, and I’m not supposed to pick it up with my bare hands.” you sighed, wringing out your fingers as he stared down at you, a twinkle in his eye. 
Like he was enjoying this.
 “So what were you about to do just now?” You sighed again. There was no point lying to him, as you knew he’d see right through you. “I was going to pick it up with my bare hands… but I wanted to surprise you with coffee! If I didn't clean it up myself and make you a new one, then it wouldn't be a surprise.” you whined, watching him walk over to grab the broom, beginning to sweep up the shards. 
“You’re so sweet princess. You can still make me a coffee.” he laughed, watching you smile from the corner of his eye as he cleaned. “But then it's not a surprise!” you insisted. “I can act surprised.” 
“Your acting is the worst thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” 
He barked out a laugh at your confession, making you giggle. The coffee had disappeared from the floor, the remainder of the mug gone as well. Plus, your hands were glass-free, no spilled coffee on your clothes either. 
What would you ever do without him? 
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It was an everyday occurrence now. 
Steve carried you everywhere. 
He did everything for you, without you even asking him. It got to the point you thought Steve had begun to move your mugs to the very top shelf of the cabinets, just so he had an excuse to lift you up to get them. He carried you to the bench at the front of the hall, slipping your shoes on before you left the house. 
He draped you over his shoulder each night from the couch to the bedroom, when your eyes refused to stay open any longer. Steve even started carrying you on his hip like a newborn babe whenever he cooked dinner for the two of you, not wanting to put you down. 
Not that you minded, of course, heat seeping to your core whenever he placed those large, soft hands on you. 
You purred in delight as he swept you up from your spot on the couch, perching you up on his hip. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing in the sweet, musky scent of him as he made his way over to the kitchen. 
The little noises you made didn't go unnoticed by him, and finally- he decided to ask you about it. 
“You really like that eh?” he whispered, voice husky in your ear as he squeezed you a little tighter. “Like what?” 
You wanted to play dumb with him. You wanted to see how far this would go. 
“When I pick you up, carry you around. Why is that sweetheart?” 
“Mmmm I d’know.” you smiled, brushing your fingers across the nape of his neck, playing his soft blonde hair as he placed cake batter in the greased pan. 
“Mmmm you don’t know? Is that true, sweetheart?” his soft voice had an edge to it, its sweetness wrapping you into his trap like a moth to a flame. 
And of course, you fell for it. Hard.
 “I like when you hold me cause it makes me feel small. I like when you toss me around.” you confessed, heat rising to your cheeks as you hid in the crook of his neck. He smiled. 
“Silly, silly girl.” he cooed, sliding the pan in the oven. The heat that blasted from the opened door warmed your legs that were firmly wrapped around Steve's waist, adding to the fire blazing through your body from his close proximity. 
 “Are you not scared I’ll hurt you baby? I’m much, much bigger than you, you know. Nothing could stop me from just-” He made his way over to the couch, tossing you on it with a force so strong the wind was knocked out of you, a little oof! escaping your lips as you lay across the cushions. “throw you around like you’re nothin.” he smirked, grabbing your ankles and tugging you closer to him, your skirt hitching up from the friction, exposing your soaking panties. 
“I could hurt you pretty girl. I’m stronger than you, so much larger than you too. You’re such a delicate little doll under me sweetheart, you’re not scared of me taking control? Cause there's nothing you could do about if I did.” he tsked, shaking his head in a mocking manner as you whimpered from his words. 
They were extremely true, the sheer realization of them hitting you full force. He could do anything he wanted to you- and there was nothing you could do about it. He towered over you, his biceps alone the size of your head. 
The thought should have scared you, should have made you coward in fear. 
Instead, it turned you on even more. 
“You wouldn't hurt me Stevie. And if you did, I’d take it like a big girl. You know what's best for me.” you confessed, watching as he slipped your skirt up even more, large hands beginning toy with the waistband of the little lace panties he had slipped on you this morning, already splattered in his cum. 
“That’s right baby, I’d never hurt my precious angel. You’re too pure for that, too sweet. You’re such a smart girl honey.” he cooed down at you gently, watching with delight as your eyes widened when the thin fabric began to slide down your thighs, past your knee-high socks. 
“But you’re still a lil girl, and I gotta take care of you don't I? I gotta do everything for you, cause you're just a silly baby. And silly babies, don't have thoughts, they just do as they're told.” 
You nodded, purely dumbfounded as he pocked your panties. “Silly babies get played with.” you giggled, earning a beaming smile from him.
 “Silly babies get played with by their daddies. They get used, cause that's what they're good for.” he whispered, hands snaking up to bind your wrists together over your head, watching you squirm from the way he tightly gripped them. 
He had you trapped. You were helpless, from under him.
 “No squirming angel. Didn't we already imply this? You’re stuck here.” he tapped your thighs with the backs of his knuckles gently, making you whimper as his flesh hit yours. “It aches..” you moaned, the backs of your feet digging into the couch as you attempted to buck your hips, needing any form of friction. 
“Oh baby you look so desperate under me, so needy. So sensitive.” he smiled, two fingers tapping your swollen clit as you pouted. “Need you to touch me daddy. Cunts s’senstive.” you moaned, looking up into his blue eyes, now turned the darkest shade of black, blown pupils made of pure onyx as he stood over you. 
“Lil girls like you don't say those bad words. Or I’ll wash your mouth out again. Remember what happened the last time you said a bad word angel?” 
You nodded. 
You could still taste his cum, its sweet stickiness staining the back of your throat. He had shoved you down without a care in the world, not caring that he had bruised your knees. You were his, and he did what he pleased with you. 
You knew this. 
He had tied your hands up behind your back, the pink rope rubbing your wrists raw as you cried from under him, his hands gripping your pigtails as he forced you to choke on his cock for the fourth time that day.
 “ I remember Stevie.” you whispered, shrieking as he suddenly had his hands wrapped around your waist, picking you up like a doll as he manspread on the couch, draping you over his knees. You whined, kicking your feet as he spanked you, watching the flesh of your ass jiggle as he stained it bright red. 
“Stay. Still.” he growled, shoving your head down into the cushions, the tears brewed around your waterline now smearing into the leather. “I’m going to give you what you need princess, stop being so impatient. We talked about this.” he sighed, rubbing over the abused flesh with the palm of his hand, watching as you slowly stopped fighting him.
 “Wanna hold your hand.” you sniffled, voice muffled into the couch. He chuckled, placing your hand in his, intertwining your fingers with a squeeze. “Thank you Stevie.” you smiled, savouring the comfort and warmth his touch provided.
 “Mmm cant wait to stuff you full of cock honey. Gonna feel me all up in your tummy, takin away the aches.” he teased, giving you next to no warning as he slid his two digits in your entrance, making you cry out. 
It was heaven, the way he stretched you out from his fingers alone, your juices coating his wrist as his fingers brushed your spongy walls. 
“S’tight baby. Barley takin my fingers, how you gonna take my cock?” he asked, curling his digits with a twist of his wrist, making you mewled out in pleasure. “Don't worry about that honey, thats daddy's job. You just sit there and look pretty, like good girls do.” he shushed as you moaned, legs starting to quiver from pleasure, brain unable to function as he babied you.
 “M’gonna make a mess!” you cried out, his fingers coaxing an orgasm with each pump. Steve's fingers could reach parts of you that you didn't even know were possible, being able to reach spots you couldn't have imagined. It made you pathetic and whinny, unable to think coherently as he twisted your body to his will, using you as he deemed fit. 
“You’re gonna clean it up after baby. Messy girls gotta clean up after themselves.” he smirked as you nodded frantically, doing whatever he told you, just needing release.
 He had teased you all day, manhandling you and praising you, and you felt you were going to burst at the seams if you didn't get to cum soon. “Yes! Yes, yes I promise I’ll be so good, I’ll clean it however you want me to-” you moaned, eyes rolling to the whites as he allowed your release. 
“Thereeee she goes. That's my pretty princess, you poor girl. Had to hold that in didn’t you?” he laughed, watching as your muscles spasmed as you squirted around his fingers, spraying all over his arm and on his denim-clad knee. 
You felt as if you would overheat, your skin flushed and warm to the touch as he slowly removed his fingers, rubbing his hand along your inner thigh as you came down from your much needed high.
 “Thank you Stevie.” you whimpered, breath coming in shallow pants as you wrapped your hand around his pinkie, clinging to the 6’5 man for dear life. 
What would you ever do without him?
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halfofmysoulsblog · 8 months
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Rectify - Steve Rogers/Reader Index
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Rectify
Rectify - Misunderstandings
Rectify - Fear
Rectify - Adoration
Rectify - Dog Tags
Rectify -His
Rectify - Captain
Rectify - Vacation
Rectify - Possession
Rectify - Ask Me
Rectify - Insecurities
Rectify - More Than Anything
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Rectify - RAGE
Rectify - RAGE Part 2
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kaunis-sielu · 4 months
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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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callmissrogers · 2 months
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Coulson's Kid (potentially part one)
Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Agent Coulson has an adopted daughter. Adopting her after he lead a raid on a plant that had strong connections to the people responsible for Hydra. At five years old, she was her own kind of super solider with abilities that completely differed from the Captain's. And now, she was an Avenger.
Notes: This takes place during the first Avengers movie, but I'm changing things around to fit the story. I'm also going with the storyline that Colson is, in fact, not dead. But that fact isn't addressed in this story. If I do do a part two, depending on what you guys think of it, it will be later.
Warnings: Angst, death, fighting, small description of being shot and bleeding, notjing graphic. Leading up to an eventual love story. I'm going with slow burn on this. Let me know if I missed anything!
Word count: 3,457
((Gif not my own.))
P.s. wrote on my phone and proofread as best I could.
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"Agent down. Agent down. Agent Phil is down." Fury said over the coms.
"Dad!" Y/n gasped, throwing herself from one platform to the next and then bolting down the stairs. "Please be wrong, please be wrong." She kept muttering under her breath. Coming to the floor above where her dad had been headed, she threw herself over the railing, falling in the process. But she couldn't care less about herself at the moment, she had to find her dad.
Heart pounding. Sharp ringing in her ears. He had to be alive.
As if in slow motion, she made it to the entrance way to the containment room. Fury was standing there, hand over his mouth, and then her eyes found her dad. Slumbed down against the wall, head dropped... He wasn't moving. Why wasn't he moving? 
Then, things sped back up again.
"DAD!" She screamed, running for him. Fury whipped around, "Somebody stop her!" He ordered.
Steve, who had made it to the room just after her, grabbed her by the arm. She pushed him off and kept going. "Rodgers!" Fury yelled.
Steve was going to ask questions later, but for now, he'd do as he was told.
So he grabbed y/n, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her out of the room.
"No! Steve, please!" Y/n begged, hands balled into fists. She punched him across the back.
But it did very little to sway him.
He carried her up the stairs and darted into a side hallway. Slowly setting her down.  "Y/n‐" She cut him off by hitting him repeatedly in the chest, "Why! Why did you take me away! Just let me go -" "It's - " She hit him again. "Y/n-" "No! Just tell me why. " He put an end to her attacks by engulfing her into a hug.
She froze. Unable to move. For a moment, she couldn't even bring herself to breath.
"I'm sorry." Steve said after a moment of uninterrupted silence.
The flood gates opened. She took a breath and began to sob, leaning against him for support, her cries muffled and body trembling.
He just stood there, holding her protectively. He didn't say anything else.
A mere few minutes passed before she came to her sense and pulled away from him.
"Steve, I'm -" "You don't have to say anything, Y/n-"  He said, his tone still serious, tho he had a look of concern on his face. His mind was split between the attack on the ship, the fact that the Avengers were now split up, the loss of Colson... Y/n hated being vulnerable in front of others, it had always made her feel embarrassed and almost shameful, tho at this precise moment, shame was the furtherest thing from her mind. The pair of them stood there, eyes locked, "We should pro-" Steve began to say but was cut off.
"I need everyone to the tabel, now," Fury said over the comm.
Y/n's expression changed from one of sorrow to anger.
"He's giving me an answer." She spat, turning on her heel and rushing out into the stairwell.
"Y - y/n," Steve called, running after her.
Y/n stormed into the conference room. "Fury!" She yelled. "I want answers, and I want them now." She said, slamming her hand against the table. Fury just looked at her, ignoring her tear stained face . He turned back to the computer screen. Y/n chest heaved, and her jaw set, "Tell me - " She swallowed back the lump in her throat, "Tell me why you wouldn't let me near my father."The Avengers began as an initiative-" Fury began.
But y/n wasn't paying attention. Head hurting, ears ringing, hands clutchingher sides.
It wasn't until Fury tossed down some baseball cards. Her dad's baseball cards that she focused again.
She stared at them. They were a constant part of her childhood. Every night after her dad told her a bedtime story, he'd pull out those cards.
"See this one, this is for when Captain America stormed a  Hydra camp. And nearly singlehandedly brought an entire sqaude of men home. That's how he got his name, Captain America."
That was one of her fondest memories. It was also one of her most embarrassing when Steve told her that her dad had asked if he wanted to see them. But that had followed a more serious conversation.
"Your dad is Agent Colson?" "Yep... Well, not biologically. He um... Adopted me when I was five. He raided a base on an island off shore of Scotland and found me."How did you end up there?" I was born there." "Born there?" Y/n sighed, setting her mug down. She didn't say anything for a moment. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pryed."No. No. It's ok. Um. From what I've been told, I was given up right after I was born. Hydra adopted me. More like they bought me. I have no idea who my mom was and what happened to her after that. I really don't remember what they did to me, I was just too young. But what I do know is that they were trying to create a different kind of super soldier. Branching out into other abilities besides just being strong." Steve just looked at her. His face a cloud of mixed emotion. "They did that to a child?"It wasn't just me. . . But I was the only one who made it."I'm assuming someone had to tell you all of this..  Your dad? "When I turned 18, he finally let me read my file.." Now Steve just looked angry. "So that's how you became a part of -" "Shield?" She asked, cutting him off. "I've basically been raised with Shield. My dad wanted to make sure I learned to control my abilities. Basically, this was my after-school program, but dad made sure I was also allowed to be a kid. I wasn't actually allowed to join shield until I was 18." Steve was silent, obviously processing everything she had just told him. "Do you mind if I ask you something?" He finally said. "Go ahead,"you said, a different kind of soilder. Different how?" This was the first time she had been asked that question because everyone she knew already knew. "Um-" She said, clearing her throat. "I don't know how to explain it, really. I can feel things. A person's body temperature, I can sense when they're about to shift their movement, heart rate, breathing, all of it. . . That and martial arts just come easily to me. Way too easily. " "That's why you're never beaten when you spar." Steve said, obviously trying to lighten the mood. "I suppose so," y/n said, grabbing her tea and drinking deeply from it.
Back to reality.
Y/n stared blankly at the cards. All she could see was red. The cards were stained with drops of red...
"These are my dad's," She mumbled, slowly looking up and setting her sights on Fury. "They were in his coat pocket."You're using them to make a point, Fury! My father was a person - not, not some promotional tool."We have a war to wage." "Oh I'm going to reign hell on Loki," She said, her voice low but anger filled. "But know this Fury - I will get answers, and if you EVER use my dad to manipulate anyone again, there will be a special place in hell for you too." She spat, turning and walking out of the room, heading for the launch pad.
The others remained seated and quiet. Until Natasha finally spoke up, "She's right, Fury. Low blow."
They landed in New York, Nat had gone after one of the aliens, Bruce was smashing things, and y/n, well, y/n had a god she was looking for.
She stood back, watching the skies. He would want a good vantage point to watch all of this go down. There's no way someone like him would just stand in the middle of it and risk his own life.
Finally she spotted him on one of the upper levels of a building. Looking down as if he were king.
Y/n climbed up the side of the building, going up one floor above him so you would have leverage. In one swift motion, she swung down, kicking him full force in the chest, knocking him on his back. Pinning him down, she punched him once, twice, three times, her knuckle guards increasing her damage three-fold. "You killed my father," she spat. Taking one of her double-sided blades and holding it to his throat. "If I were half the monster you were, I'd make you suffer," She growled, pressing it slightly into his skin. Loki looked at her, grinned, and then held out his hand for his staff, it slid across the floor and in one move he grasped it and threw her across the room into a glass display case. "If you were half the monster I was, you would have won just now." He laughed before falling off the balcony to be caught by one of his soldiers.
She had the man who killed her father beneath her and he got away because she wasn't swift enough to take him out. Slowly she pushed herself off the floor. Dusting shards of glass from her suit, other than a good scratch to the face she hadn't been hurt too badly.
Running to the balcony, Loki was completely out of reach now and from the looks of it, Steve needed help. Loki would get his, that she was sure of, even if it wasn't done by her.
Back on the ground she quickly found Steve, "they've trapped sevillians in that building. We gotta get em' cleared out of there." He grunted.
The people trapped inside were frantic. This might be new York but even they weren't prepared for this. Y/n and Steve tagteamed it, combining his strength with her martial arts, ensuring they couldn't be hit in their blind spots. It was a funny thing, how some people, though still a very new acquaintance, could so completely click with your movements and fighting style.
Y/n jump down to the first floor to pry open the doors so the crowd could escape.
She hadn't cleared the area for the aliens, and was ambushed. She was doing well on her own, noticing that they weren't quick to pick up on patterns. There had to be at least ten of them, and she had to be quick. The fight was only increasing so the chance of them making it to actual safety was lessening by the second.  Finishing off the last one by leaping on its back and slitting its throat, she glaced back at the crowd, nodded in an attempt to be reassuring, and began working the door again.
Someone screamed. A shot fied and y/n looked down at her left arm. She was bleeding. Apparently one of then had been hiding in the shadows and used her distraction as an opportunity to try to take her out. She turned around, reaching with her right had to grab her gun. But before she or the alien could fire, Steve's shield flew through the air and beheaded it.
He dropped down in front of her. The crowd was even more frightened now than they had been beforehand. "It's going to be ok." He tried to assure them.
Turning round, he looked at her wound and the increasing blood stain. "You've been shot" "I don't feel anything" "You're in shock." He said, grabbing the bar and throwing all of his weight into forcing the doors to open. When they did, he turned to the crowd again. "All of you - get out of here NOW!" He ordered. They didn't wait to be told again and flooded from the room.
"Here," Steve said, ripping cloth from a nearby curtain. He came to stand next to her, "May I?" He asked holding the material up. Obviously intending to bandage the wound. Since it was a lazer gun she had been shot with, they didn't have to worry about lodged bullets. She nodded bracing herself, Steve tried to do this quickly and caefully, but y/n still hissed when actually tied it.
"Sorry" "No, I got distracted " " can you still fight?" "I'm right-handed Captian. What about you? Getting sleepy?" Y/n said, attempting to lighten the mood some. "I can do this all day" Steve said, offering a weak smile.
The two of them then made their own way back outside rejoining the fight.
"Guys," Tony said his voice sounding urgent. "What is it?" Steve asked. "We've got a live missle heading for New York." "What?" "You heard me right." Steve paused mid step. "Whose is it?" Y/n asked. "America's" Stark said curtly. "How much time do we have?" Steve asked. "Not enough," Tony said. You all could hear the wind whooshing about him. "I've- I've got a plan." He said his voice breaking up. "It may or may not work. Let's hope it does." That was the last thing he said.
Everyone watched the skies now. In a moment you could see Tony, he was holding something cylindrical and flying towards the open portal.
"Oh Stark don't do this," Y/n whispered.
This was something he very likely wouldn't come back from.
A new squad of aliens came up on them, "Y/n watch your six" Steve called, punching out one of them following up with a shield to the face.
Y/n turned around, grabbing a knife off her leg, kicking one hard in the shoulder, and another in the shein. Turning back around to stab the first in the side of the face and then slicing the second across the stomach. This all took a matter of 15 seconds.
Looking out at the the group that was surrounding them, Steve grunted, "Y/n," y/n ducked, grabbing a gun and shooting one in the head. "We can't keep going like this" "it's,-" She panted, trying to pretend that she wasn't beginning to give out, "it's not over till an opera lady sings" "That's not how that goes" "sure, correct me now"
But deep down; Y/n knew he was right. The army was too big and spread out, they couldn't focus on one area and beat them down.
Tony.
"Stark, an update!" Someone yelled over the coms. That was the last thing y/n could clearly make out over the coms. Nat was yelling something, an order of some sort.
A moment later the portal began to close.
"Steve" Y/n whispered. "I see it," He said worriedly, "Stark, can you hear me? Get out of there now"
Minutes passed, the battle waged on, and the portal got smaller.
"Come on, Tony!" Y/n yelled, shooting another two, one through the other.
Just as the portal had srunk down to a pinprick in the sky, something, rather someone, came falling through. At that same moment, the ever growing army, began to collapse. Like robots someone's just unplugged.
Confused Steve yelled,  "Stark - is that you?" . But there was no reposponse. "He's out cold guys," Hawkeye answered.
"He will not survive landing at such velocity" Thor added, beginning to spin his hammer.
But before he could get up to speed, Bruce or Hulk rather, leapt from a building top, snatching Tony out of the air and using the same building to slow their landing.
Upon touch down, he tossed Tony down and ripped off his mask.
"Stark," Nat said worriedly " is he?"
But before anyone answered her, Stark awoke with a sharp intake of air. "Whoa. That was, that was terrifying. What happened?" He gasped, eyes wide.
"We won." Steve answered, looking around that the mess that beheld them.
Ten minutes later they were all surrounding an unconscious Loki.
His eyes fluttered open and he said, "I'd very much like that drink now."
Four hours later:
Loki was in their custody.
Y/n was pacing in front of his his holding cell.
He couldn't say or do anything, for both his mouth and hands were bound. So he just stared at her and she stared at him. There were all sorts of things she wanted to say to him, and even worse things she wanted to do to him, but her mind kept flashing back to that moment when she hadn't taken the kill when she had the chance to. She had failed... Failed herself. Failed her dad.
But she wouldn't fail this time. All it took was opening his cell, she'd use the syringe she "borrowed" from the medbay and he'd be gone. No one would be the wiser. No one would care.
But every time she raised her hand to the button that would open the door. She stopped. Could she kill Thor's brother when the fighting had stopped? Yes. She was about to press the button when the door to the containment room opened. It was Steve.
"Y/n...." He said hesitantly. "What are you doing?" Y/n looked from Steve to Loki and back again. "I -" Steve suddenly understood, his jaw set, he strood into the room, grabbed her by her good arm and pulled her harshly from the room.
They walked in silence, Steve pulling her along until he found a space he didn't feel others would easily hear them. Shutting the door, he turned on her. "Y/n, I'm only going to ask this once more. Where you doing what I think you were doing?" He asked, his tone serious and gruff. Y/n hadn't known Steve Roger's for long but she could tell he was livid.
She dropped her gaze, feeling guilty. "Nearly." She mumbled.
"Y/n.." He sighed, raking a hand through his hair.
"He killed my father, Steve. I... I know it was wrong. Deep down, I knew I couldn't do it. But I won't lie. I wanted to."
"I know. I know he killed your father, Y/n. But remember who you're father was. If you went through with that, are you really any different than Loki? Because the moment we start crossing lines because we feel justified in doing so. We're no different than the guys we're working to stop. Is that what your dad would have wanted?" He asked harshly.
Y/n met his eyes which were boring through her like liquid metal. Biting her lip she slid down against the wall until she was seated on the floor.
"You're right... Dad's soul was pure. It was all black and white. I guess, I guess, since I'm adopted, I didn't inherit that." Y/n said, picking at her sleeve. Steve sighed, and then he came to sit next to her. "Look, a lasp in judgment doesn't make you a bad person."This sort of thing gets around. I nearly killed a prisoner. How does that look?"
"Like you're a daughter grieving the loss of her father." Steve said, turning to look at her. "I understand. My, um, my best friend, Bucky. I lost him on a mission, back in my time. There was nothing I could do to save him... but that didn't stop me from feeling all the guilt, shame, anger, or heartbreak. I actually killed the guy responsible, but it didn't make it any better." He said his voice much lower now. " I know I don't know exactly how you feel, but I can at least empathize with you." She met his gaze, and suddenly he wasn't Captain America, super soldier. He was Steve, the man.
They just sat there a moment, saying nothing, an almost comfortable silence settling in.
"And this won't get around." Steve finally said "why? You have to-" "I don't have to do anything. As far as I'm concerned, nothing happened. This is the end of it." Y/n was shocked. Everything she knew about this man was that he was by the book on absolutely everything and yet here he was bending the rules for her. Why?
"I - I don't know what to say"
"You don't have to say anything. I like your style, y/n. I'd be proud to work with you again." He said standing up and giving her a hand. "Now, let's go send this little god home with his big god brother."
They all stood around, watching as Thor pulled Loki along and then the two were warped back home.
The Avengers all looked at each other, noting. It was time for a break.
Steve walked over to his bike, but before he got on, he called, "Hey y/n," y/n, who had just gotten into her own car, rolled down her window. "Yes?"If you ever need someone to, I don't know, talk to. I'll be around." Steve said, offering a smile. "I'll remember that Captain."
(( I say potentially part one because if this is well received I have ideas to use the same y/n in the Winter Soilder, Civil War etc. Let me know what you think!!))
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The stewardess
Pt.1
Chris Evans x reader
Warnings: cussing? Idk horrible, awful, disgusting writing because I haven’t done this in a while
Prompt: Y/N is a stewardess on RDJs yacht. This years guest: Chris Evans.
Word count: 835
Authors note: oh my god. Damn. Yeah. Yeah I’m back! So this is the start of a new series bc I have recently become obsessed with Chris Evans. For those of you wondering, I will be continuing two shorten the road once summer starts. It’s more difficult to write because I am following the plot of the movie so it takes longer. This is just the start of more fics. Also the writing is awful bc I haven’t been doing it!
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Not mine!
You would think living on a yacht owned by one of the worlds most famous actors would be amazing. And you would be right. Hi, I’m Y/N and I am the stewardess on Robert Downey Jr's yacht.
When I first got this job, I needed money. I knew how to cook and I had worked as a bartender my last 2 years of college. After I graduated, I got a job at a restaurant in NYC. This restaurant however, wasn’t just any restaurant: it was a 2 Michelins star restaurant at the top of the Empire State Building. My plan was to work there for a few years a learn some skills from the chef so I could eventually open my own cafe. This plan though, didn’t really hold up. On the 2nd year of working there I was hired by my current employer RDJ. He saw me and tipped a fuck load. He came back a few times and specifically requested me as his waiter. After the 5th time, I was to be the new stewardess on his new yacht.
That was 2 years ago now and RDJ is practically my father now. He let me stay and manage his yacht even when he wasn’t on it. I went everywhere the yacht went. South of Frace, Monaco, Costa brava, you name it. RDJ was also a fantastic host, he always was inviting his friends with him on these month long trips along to gorgeous European coastlines. I had met Gwenyth Paltrow, Mark Ruffalo, Tom holland and a lot more. This summer he invited Chris Evans and Anthony Mackie to join him on his trip to Monte Carlo.
Now I must admit, when I got the call that CHRIS EVANS was going to be on the same boat as me I got a little too excited. I had been waiting for RDJ to invite him because I may or may not have a small crush on him. But I mean who doesn’t? He’s charming, funny, hot and he knows it. They were supposed to be arriving tomorrow and I needed to prepare. That meant making sure the maid had changed and made the beds, going and buying food from markets and stores to stalk up for the meals me are Collin would be making. Collin is the head chef on the boat and is from london. Collin is definitely an interesting person. He is 3 years older than me and thinks he knows everything, but we get along well enough. I packed up my bag and grabbed my keys to go shopping for everything single food item you could think of.
The next day RDJ, Chris and Anthony arrived at around 1. I watched carefully as Chris got out of the car. Damn he was fucking hot. Once the car drove away I headed down to greet them.
“Hi!” I said cheerfully to the three men
“Ugh Y/N!” Said RDJ as he embraced me. “It’s so good to see you! Let me tell you, that flight was a rough one I could really use some….refreshments” he said raising his eyebrows
I giggled “yes ofc they are right inside waiting for you”
He gasped and clapped his hands together cheerfully “perfect! Gentlemen! This is Y/N my stewardess!” He introduced me to the two men.
Anthony walked over and greeted me but Evans just stood there. Sunglasses on, suitcase in one hand. After a moment he walked up to me and shook my hand sternly. Not saying a word, he followed the other two inside. I must admit that I was quite disappointed. I had heard such good things about him I was really looking forward to getting to be around him. He definitely wasn’t as pleasurable as I thought it would be. I shook it off and signalled the two bus boys to grab the rest of the bags.
We brought them in and placed them in their rooms. Once we finished I headed out to check on the boys. They sat on the couch that overlooked the harbor, drinking and laughing.
“Ah! Y/N! Another drink please!” Said RDJ
“Hoohoohoo yes please! I’ll take another one too!”said Anthony
“Alright” I laughed “and for you Mr. Evans?”
“Another beer please” his voice was low and sounded almost angry. I wondered if something had happened to put him in this mood. Nevertheless I walked over to the bar and prepared all of their drinks. Much to my surprise Evans came over to get them.
“Oh don’t worry about it! I can bring them to you!” I said as he began to walk over
He continued walking over to me, sunglasses and hat still on. “That’s alright” he grabbed all the drinks and brought them over to Anthony and RDJ. I sighed, that was nice but the manner was not. Hopefully after a few drinks he would be in a better mood, after all, tomorrow morning we would be leaving for Monte carlo.
Pt. 2
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theflashzoom · 1 year
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CAPTAIN AMERICA : NSFW Profile
Rating: Mature
Category: M/F
Relationship: Steve Rogers x Reader
Words Counts: 791
Character: Steve Rogers, Reader
Summary: Steve Rogers may be called by everyone the king of the bedroom due to his sex life. If you really admire his amazing personality and great physical body, now is the time gets to go through his own personal tastes about his interest.
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fandomgirlz01 · 2 years
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Always Come For You Pt. 1
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Steve Rogers x Reader
Imagine on my fandom Instagram?: No
Prompt?: No
Request?: No
Requested prompt?: No
Edited: Yes
Word count: 5720
Ko-fi
Masterlist
Warnings here (none yet... they will be coming soon)
You can listen to the story be read out loud here.
Post Date: August 22ed 2022
Post Time: 9:46 pm
Summary: Steve thought he’d lost both his best friends in the war, but he never expected seventy years later to find out that he’d ever get to see the two that mattered most to him again. First Bucky, now he’s told the reader is alive too? Will he ever get the chance to tell the reader how he feels or is all lost? Bucky came back, so why can’t you?
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This was based off of a post I saw on @druiigg page now it is in no way shape or form taking anything from the work that was posted to their page, it just heavily inspired it. So thank you Enna for inspiring this.
This is the post that inspired this:
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Please refrain from stealing our work, thank you and please enjoy!!!
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Steve’s Pov: *Flashback* 
“War continues to ravage Europe, but help is on the way. Every able-bodied young man is lining up to serve his country. Even little Timmy is doing his part collecting scrap metal. Nice work Timmy!” The war ad before the movie plays. 
“Nobody cares!” A guy shouts out from the front of the theater. 
“Just play the movie!” he continues to shout as he throws his hand up. 
“Hey, show some respect, won’t you?” I whisper out to the guy and he goes quiet as the ad plays on. 
“Our brave boys are showing the axis that the price of our freedom is never too high.” The ad continues to play on with it now quiet. 
“Let’s go! Get on with it!” he yells out again and I get angry. 
“Hey, just start the cartoon!” he continues on as everyone just lets him. 
“Hey, you wanna shut up?” I yell at him on my last straw as I lean forward. 
“Together with allied forces, we’ll face any threat, no matter the size.” The ad plays on as the guy slowly stands up in front of me and glares at me. 
Before I know it, we’re outside and I’m getting a punch to the face. I get back up, but he’s bigger than me so he easily throws another punch, making me fall to the ground again. I get back up using the wall and grab the lid to the trash cans that are next to me. 
I hold the lid out like a shield, but he easily rips it from my hand and throws it to his side. He then turns back and throws another punch, making me stumble back against the wall. I stand back up and get into a fighting stance, ready to fight back. 
“You just don’t know when to give up, do you?” he asks as he throws his arms up before letting them drop back to his side. 
“I can do this all day,” I pant out as I get down, ready to fight him off. 
I take one swing at him, but he quickly blocks it before throwing another punch to the other side. I go flying back to the floor and hit the trash cans on my way down. 
“Hey!” I hear a familiar voice say as I take a moment, but I turn my head to see Bucky. 
“Pick on someone your own size,” Bucky tells the guy as he walks backwards. 
The guy then swings at Bucky and he dodges it before laying his own punch to the guy. I get up and lean over the trash, watching as Bucky kicks him in the butt and the guy goes running off. 
“Sometimes I think you like getting punched,” Bucky jokes as he walks over to me. 
“I had him on the ropes,” I responded as I flick my hand to get goop off of it. 
“How many times is this?” Bucky asks as he bends over and picks up my recently failed enlistment slip. 
“You're from Paramus now?” Bucky asks as he looks up from the slip and I don’t reply as I start to dust myself off. 
“You know it’s illegal to lie on the enlistment form?” he asks as he looks at me. 
“And seriously, Jersey?” he adds as I wipe at my nose before I finally look up at him to see him in uniform. 
“You get your orders?” I ask as I continue to wipe my hands. 
“The 107th. Sergeant James Barnes. Shipping out for England first thing tomorrow,” he affirms and I nod slowly. 
“I should be going,” I state as I look down and rub my hands together one last time. 
“Come on. Knucklehead,” Bucky chuckles out after a moment of silence before gripping my shoulder. 
“It’s my last night. Y/n’s gonna clean ya up,” Bucky explains as he keeps his arm around me and we head outside of the alley. 
“Why? Where are we going?” I ask as we continue to walk. 
“The future,” he replies as he hands me a newspaper. 
I look at it to see an ad for the world expansion of tomorrow. I shake my head and fold the paper back up before turning to him again. 
“Is y/n going?” I ask and he shakes his head. 
“Nope. I asked her. Said she had other plans. She’ll be leaving the house at maybe 6:30ish. Gives her time to help patch ya up,” Bucky explains as we start walking towards my house. 
“But didn’t she just get off work?” I ask and he nods. “Maybe we shouldn’t bother her then,” I add on and Bucky chuckles. 
“I know you don’t want to have her do it, but you know what she’ll say if I don’t bring you to her,” Bucky replies and I only nod in silent agreement. 
“Well, come on. Hussle, buddy, we’re meeting the girls at seven,” he explains as he puts his arm around my neck again and pushes me forward slightly. 
“What girls?” I ask him and he chuckles. 
“I may or may not have found us dames to hang around for the night,” he admits with a grin and I roll my eyes. 
We walked for quite a while before coming up to my mom's apartment. Instead of going to mine, Bucky knocks on the door across from us. We wait maybe five minutes before we hear y/n. 
“Coming just a minute!” she shouts before the door swings open. 
“Boys! Hi!” Y/n beams at us before her mouth falls into a frown as she looks at me over. 
“Oh Stevie, did you win another fight?” she asks and I shake my head no as I grin. 
“No. I lost again,” I uttered and she gave a ‘whatever’ motion with her hand. 
“Awe, I really thought you’d win this time. I guess there’s always next time, bubs,” she mused with a smile and Bucky scoffs. 
“Y/n, please don’t encourage it,” Bucky complains and y/n lets out a heavenly giggle. 
“Bucky. I’m not encouraging anything, but the fact he’ll win,” she remarks and he rolls his eyes exasperatedly. 
“That’s encouraging him to fight in the first place,” he remarks and she shrugs, making him roll his eyes. 
“Well, come on. Gotta get you fixed up for that date,” she affirms as she grabs my hand and starts to pull me to her bathroom. 
“Did ya at least get one punch in?” Y/n asks as she pushes me to sit on her toilet and starts to get her supplies she keeps for this exact reason. 
“No.. he blocked it,” I murmur and she just smile at me. 
“There’s always next time, bubs. I know you’ll get one in next time,” she reiterates what she said before. 
“I heard that! Stop encouraging him to fight, y/n!” Bucky shouts from her living room. 
“Oh! You heard no such thing!” she yells back before turning to me and putting a finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet. 
“I like your moxie, Steve. Keep it. Don’t ever lose it,” she tells me as she puts a hand on my cheek, rubbing it lightly before going back to cleaning my cuts. 
“Did he tell you he tried to enlist again? Under another alias?” Bucky asks as he comes into the bathroom and leans on the door watching as she cleans at my lip. 
“No. Steve? Did you?” she asks and I sigh before nodding. 
“Stevie. I know you want to help, but please don’t do that. You could get caught. Then where would I be after you go away for it? Stuck with this pain in the neck… no, I really don’t think I could handle that…” she deadpans, jabbing her thumb over her shoulder at him and I laugh when Bucky’s face falls. 
“Hey! I wouldn’t be so bad to be stuck with!” he proclaims, making me and y/n laugh. 
“Sorry to tell you, Buck… but it’d be absolute torture. I need Steve more than you…” she jokes and he scoffs before shaking his head. 
“Oh, stop being all in cahoots, you knuckleheads,” Bucky grumbles with a frown, making me and y/n laugh. 
“Awe, Buck, I’m just ragging on you. That’s all,” y/n professes with another giggle. 
“Ragging on me? No, no it doesn't work that way. I’m the one who’s always supposed to be ragging on you. Not the other way around,” Bucky explains and she giggles. 
“Buck, it’s way above my pay grade to not be ragging on you,” y/n jokes back and he just huffs as he crosses his arms. 
“Whatever you say, doll,” Bucky settled as he shook his head still leaned against the door frame. 
“They're all done. The dame that’s going out with you tonight is a real lucky girl, Stevie, treat her right tonight. You hear me?” she tells me as she pokes my chest and Bucky bursts out laughing. 
“Y/n, you're the only girl he’s ever really been around. With the way he treats you, doll, I really don’t think Steve could harm a soul,” Bucky bursts out and y/n rolls her eyes. 
“Every guy is capable of hurting someone at least once, Buck. Whether it be physically or mentally. Even our Steve is capable of it. I love Steve and you, but you're still men in the 40s,” she explains and Bucky rolls his eyes. 
“And you’ll always be our doll. I promise I’ll treat her well,” I agree with her and she smiles an almost sad, soft smile at me. 
“Good. Now get going, I gotta get ready,” she tells us as she pushes us towards the door. 
“Boys, wait…” she exclaims as Buck opens the door. 
We both turn around and before I know it, I’m being pulled into a bone-crushing hug. I hug her back, confused, but I hear her sniffle. 
“What’s wrong, y/n? Are you ok?” I ask her and she quickly nods. 
“I’m ok, Stevie,” she responds before squeezing me one last time. 
“I love you, ok. Just remember that,” she whispers in my ear before she fully pulls away and I arch an eyebrow when I see her eyes are rimmed red. 
“I love you too. You know I always will,” I tell her and she softly smiles at me. 
“Can you give me and Buck a minute, Steve?” she asks and I give her a thoughtful look. 
“Sure. I’ll be just outside,” I say, pointing over my shoulder. 
Y/n’s Pov: 
“Bucky. If I’m not here for when you leave tomorrow, promise me you’ll give this to Steve,” I tell Bucky as I hand him the fat envelope that I had put my letter and a few other things to Steve in. 
“What? What do you mean you won’t be here?” he asks and I shake my head. 
“I can’t tell you. Government stuff…” I explain and his eyes widen. 
“Your aunt…” Bucky gasps out and I nod. 
“It’s time I take her place. Don’t worry, I won’t be the only girl. What’s your station going to be?” I ask him and he shakes his head in disbelief. 
“No. You were supposed to stay here and be with Steve,” he fights back and I sigh. 
“That was the plan, Buck… but I didn’t predict my aunt being killed in action then me needing to go take her place. What is your station?” I ask again and he rubs his face in frustration. 
“The 107th…” he reluctantly tells me and I shrug. 
“At least we’ll be together. Best friends helping one another through war,” I joke, but tears fill my eyes and I start to shake. 
“I don’t want to leave him all alone, Bucky,” I mutter as my tears start to fall now. 
“Oh, doll. Come here.” Bucky pulls me into a hug. 
“Why don’t you just tell him? You told me. Then maybe he’ll understand,” Bucky tries to reason with me and I shake my head. 
“There’s nothing to understand, Buck. My aunt told Erskine herself that she wanted me and not my cousin. She knew that I’d handle it far better,” I explain and Bucky sighs. 
“I really wish you didn’t have to go,” Bucky sympathizes with me and I choke back a sob. 
“Me too, but I have no other choice,” I explain as I try to hold back another sob. 
“But if for some reason I die over there, you give him this,” I tell him as I hit my knuckle against the thick envelope. 
“I promise I will…” Bucky says before he’s hugging me again. 
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then,” I state sadly and he nods. 
“Wait! I forgot to give you yours,” I exclaim before I rush back over to my desk to grab Bucky’s letter. 
“Just promise me, you’ll only read it if I don’t make it home,” I choke out as I hand it to him and he nods with sadness all over his face. 
“So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Bucky asks and I nod sadly. 
He gives me one last half-hearted smile before he shoves the letters into his jacket. I watch as he leaves my house and pats Steve on the back as they both walk off. Steve turns and gives me one last wave and I wave back as I lean against the door frame. 
I watch as they push each other back and forth until they're out of sight. I shake my head with a light smile before walking back into my house. I walk back into my room and see my suitcase half packed. 
I finish packing up my suitcase before sighing as a knock is sounded on the door. I walk out to the door and open it. 
“Dr. Erskine, hello,” I greet the older man in front of me. 
“Hello, dear. Are you ready to go? We need to make a stop by one of the recruitment buildings on our way out,” he explains and I nod as he holds out his hand before motioning for my suitcase. 
“Oh. Thank you. Just let me turn all the lights out,” I explain and he nods as he takes my suitcase for me. 
I walk back to my room and take one last look around at it. A tear falls down my cheek and I quickly wipe it away before sighing. I then turn off the light before walking back out to the living room and catching the rest of the lights off as I go. When all the lights are off, I walk out and turn around to lock the apartment door. 
After locking up, I turn around to see Erskine holding a car door open for me. I walk over and give him a light smile before getting into the car. He gets in next to me before telling the driver he can go. 
The driver drives for a while before coming up to a recruitment building. Erskine leans forward and talks with the driver for a moment before turning back to me. 
“Ok dear, the driver is going to take you to the plane where you’ll fly over with Howard Stark. I’ll see you tomorrow morning at camp,” he explains and I nod as I give him a light smile. 
“When you get to camp, you’ll be introduced to Miss Peggy Carter. She’ll share your tent with you as well as work alongside you. She’ll inform you more on your job once you get there,” he explains and I nod in understanding, making him smile. 
“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow!” he reiterates as he gets out of the car. 
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Dr.,” I respond before the door closes. 
He waves at me and I wave back before the driver pulls the car out of its spot. I watch with my forehead against the window as the driver passes all the places I knew growing up. I let a few tears fall as I see the diner Steve would always take me to after nightmares. 
“Ma’am, are you ok?” The driver asks as he makes eye contact with me though the rear view mirror. 
“I’m fine. I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m y/n,” I respond and he lightly smiles at me. 
“Edwin Jarvis Ma’am, but everyone just calls me Jarvis,” Edwin explains as he gives me a small nod. 
“Well it’s nice to meet you, Jarvis,” I tell him with a smile and he gives a nod. 
“It’s nice to meet you too, Miss y/n,” he responds with another smile. 
“I hear you’ll be flying over with Mr. Stark. Good luck. He’s a lot sometimes,” he explains with a chuckle as he shakes his head. 
“Do you work for him?” I ask and he nods his head. 
“Yes, I do. I’m his family’s butler. I’ve been with them since he was maybe five,” Jarvis explains with a proud smile. 
“Well I’m sure he appreciates you very much,” I comment with a smile and he smiles back. 
He continues to drive for a while before pulling up next to a plane. He gets out before coming around to open my door for me and I smile at him as I get out. I turn and look at the plane to see someone standing by the stairs. 
“That would be Mr. Stark. He just finished his futuristic show,” Jarvis explains as he pulls my suitcase out for me. 
“Thank you, Jarvis. I hope we get to meet again,” I tell him as I turn to him and he nods. 
“As do I, Miss y/n,” Jarvis replies before handing me my suitcase. 
A well put together man who looks around my age comes over to us. “Ahh, you must be y/n. Alacia’s niece, correct? I’m Howard. It’s nice to meet you, dear,” he says.
“Yeah, that’s me. I was hoping I’d never have to do this, but I wasn’t anticipating auntie Alacia dying,” I explain and he nods solemnly. 
“Well I am sorry to hear about poor Alacia, we were real good friends,” he explains and I give him a sad nod as we start to walk towards the plane. 
“I’m afraid I didn’t know her very well. She was already busy working with the government by the time my mama died,” I explain and he frowns, shaking his head. 
“Well she certainly knew about you, my dear. She was always showing me pictures of you growing up when your mother would send them to her. You were what mattered most to her, my dear,” he explains as he puts a hand on my shoulder and my eyes widen. 
“Really? Cause my mama said she didn’t want anything to do with me…” I mutter out and he shakes his head. 
“All a cover story, doll. She had to stay away to protect you,” he explains some more and I shake my head in disbelief, making us stop a few feet in front of the plane. 
“I don’t believe you,” I timidly squeak out and he holds up a finger. 
“Of course you wouldn’t, you're just like her, you know,” he informs me as he pulls what looks like a wallet out of his back pocket.  
“Here. She kept one just like it with her all the time,” he explains as he pulls something out of the wallet and holds a picture out to me. 
“What? How do you have a baby picture of me?” I ask in shock as I look at the picture of myself. 
“Your aunt…” he starts, but trails off as he gives a dismissive wave in the air. 
“She gave me one when I said how adorable you were one time. She had older photos of you, but I liked this one. You looked so young and cute with your hair all done up,” Howard explains and I feel a blush rise to my cheeks. 
“Thank you. It’s nice to hear I had family I didn’t know around. I always thought of myself as a stray cat after mama passed. I mean I had the boys, but I guess I had you and my auntie out there too,” I timidly explain and he grins. 
“You became part of the team dear, even while not being around. I started to think of you like a sister,” he continues to explain as I just hold the picture:
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“Well I hope we can really get to know one another then,” I reply as I give the picture back to him. 
“Glad to hear it! I’m sure we will. Come on then, best be going,” he declares as he puts a hand on my back before starting to lead me to the plane. 
“Oh wait!” I shout out as I set my suitcase down before running over to Jarvis. 
“Bye, Jarvis. I’ll see you soon, ok?” I promise as I pull him into a hug and he smiles as he hugs me. 
“Ok, Miss. See you soon,” he agrees before pulling away from the hug. 
“Hopefully very soon,” I nod in agreement before taking a step back. 
I give him one last wave before fully turning around to see Howard now handing my suitcase over to someone. The person takes it from him and walks away, I can only assume it’s to put it away for the flight. With one last sigh I grab onto my locket that has both the boys in it before starting up the stairs of the plane.
~Time Skip~
“Morning dear. Time to wake up,” I hear as I open my eyes slowly. I see Howard standing over me with a smile. I rub at my eyes as I sit up and Howard sits back down in the seat in front of me. 
“Where are we exactly? Dr. Erskine didn’t exactly tell me where we’re going to be stationed,” I ask through a yawn and Howard lets out a chuckle. 
“Right now you and I are in Paris, but when we head to camp you’ll be at Camp Lehigh in New Jersey,” Howard explains as he gets up out of his seat. 
“Wait, why Paris?” I quickly ask and Howard’s eyebrows furrow. 
“Did Erskine tell you nothing?” Howard asks in an angered voice. 
“No. He did not. He said Peggy Carter would fill me in,” I explain and he sighs, shaking his head. 
“Damn, Dr. Always leaving me to do it all,” he mutters under his breath before standing straight. 
“We are here to get you your uniform and work gear,” he explains as he walks over to the wall before opening the door to a closet. 
“Here, put this dress on. Your first official job starts now,” he tells me as he throws me a nice navy colored dress:
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“Ok…” I agree with slight confusion before walking into the bathroom.
Once I’m done changing, I look at myself in the mirror and sigh. I shift around, feeling uncomfortable in the dress, a dress I’d never normally wear. 
Oh what would Stevie say if he saw me now…
A knock on the door breaks me out of my thoughts and I crack the door open. Howard stands there with a wide smile on his face. 
“You look absolutely beautiful, doll. Here, put some makeup on. Maybe before we leave we can do what me and Peg always do when we’re out here,” he declares as he holds a small bag out to me. 
“Well, thank you. I’ve only ever been called beautiful by two other people,” I bite my lip as I explain and blush a little before walking back into the bathroom leaving the door open as I apply the makeup he gave me. 
“Never had a beau then, I take it?” he asks and I shake my head. 
“No. I have, just none of them were really anything real. It was more just because, ya know?” I try to explain but fail and he laughs. 
“Ahh, so you got boyfriends to get over another boy, am I correct?” he asks with a raised eyebrow at me as I finish up and zip up the bag before walking back out. 
“Yes, ok…” I reluctantly agree and he smiles. 
“Well, what’s his name?” he asks and I chuckle as he eggs me on. 
“His name is Steve. We grew up together. Me, Steve, and our friend Bucky, well actually his name is James Buchanan Barnes, but we’ve always called him Bucky,” I explain and he smiles wide. 
“Well doll, why haven’t you tried anything with him?” he asks and I shrug. 
“I don’t think he’d like me like that. Now, what’s the job?” I ask and he grins, standing up. 
“You're not getting out of this that easily. We’ll continue this conversation later. Anyway, my plan for us to do what me and Peggy do when we come out here works into the plan,” he tells me as he puts a hand on the small of my back and leads me out of the plane. 
“Ok. What are we doing?” I ask as we now start down the stairs of the plane. 
“We’ll be having fondue while gathering information! It’ll be perfect!” he excitedly explains and I raise an eyebrow at him. 
“One, what is fondue, and second, who are we getting information on?” I ask and he gasps like a school girl getting dirty information. 
“You’ve never had fondue?!” he asks and I giggle, shaking my head no. 
“Well, then let's go quickly! You must have some fondue!” he shouts as he holds the door to the awaiting car open for me. 
“Ok. I guess I’m having fondue,” I reply with a giggle before he’s closing the door and running around to get in himself. 
“Trust me. You’ll love it,” he promises before he leans forward to tell the driver to drive. 
The driver starts to drive and before I know it, he’s pulling up to a nice looking restaurant. I smile as Howard gets out and opens my door for me before holding an arm out to me. 
“Play along. We have to look like a couple out having fun,” he whispers into my ear as I grab onto his arm and walk with him. 
“Of course, dear,” I agree though a giggle and he smiles. 
“You're a natural at this. No wonder your aunt named you instead of your cousin. I’ve met her, she wouldn’t be able to just blend in the way you are, dear,” he beams with a bright smile. 
“She is a little bland sometimes…” I agree and he throws his head back laughing. 
“This friendship is starting out very well, my dear,” he states as he pulls my chair out for me. 
“Yes. I would say it most definitely is, Howard. Thank you,” I agree as I take a seat in the chair. 
I pull my chair in as he takes a seat across from me. A waitress comes up to the table and Howard speaks with her in French. When they're done talking, the waitress walks off and he turns to me with a grin. 
“So, where is this fondue you speak so highly of?” I ask as I look over the menu before realizing I can’t read it. 
“Don’t worry, I’ve already ordered it. She’ll be back with it and to take our drink order shortly,” Howard explains and I sigh. 
“Thank you. I wouldn’t have been able to even read the menu,” I respond and he smiles as he shrugs. 
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that. You’ll be learning French and so much more through this job,” he informs me and I nod. 
“Do you have any other languages under your belt?” he asks and I nod proudly. 
“One summer, my mamma thought it’d be good for me to learn something new, so she had me learn Italian,” I mention with a proud smile and he nods. 
“That probably was more your aunt than your mamma, dear,” he comments and my eyes widen in shock. 
“What do you mean more my auntie than my mamma?” I ask and he sighs as he takes a moment. 
“I mean your aunt most likely wanted you to know at least one other language before coming into the job. So she probably hinted at it to your mother,” he explains and I’m at a loss for words. 
“She… she…” I choke out and he places a hand on mine. 
“She really did love you, dear girl. She just couldn’t be there with you,” he spoke softly as he gave my hand a squeeze. 
“I just always thought she hated me. Learning she loved me from afar is just hard to believe, but you’ve truly made me believe it,” I explain as I wipe at a tear and he smiles softly at me. 
“Well my dear, you have me now and I’m sure you’ll have Peggy too after you meet her. She doesn’t exactly do what you and I do, but she helps out when she can,” he tells me and he smiles one last smile at me before the fondue comes to our table. 
“What would you like to drink?” he asks me as the waitress sets down the breadsticks along with sliced apples and a bowl. 
“Oh. Just water for me,” I affirm and he nods before talking to the waitress. 
“Well, are you going to try it?!” he asks with a raised eyebrow as the waitress walks away. 
“Of course I am. You didn’t even give me a chance to!” I joke and he chuckles, shaking his head before holding his hand out over the food. 
I grab a breadstick and tear it in two before dipping it into the bowl. After dipping it, I hold my hand under it as I move it up to my mouth and take a bite. The flavors mix together in my mouth amazingly and I let out a light moan at the taste. 
After I’m done chewing, I look up at Howard who’s smirking at me. I roll my eyes before dabbing my napkin around my mouth. 
“My, you weren’t kidding. That stuff is amazing,” I declare and Howard chuckles. 
“See, stick with me doll and you’ll try many new things,” he states with a wink and I giggle lightly. 
“Me and Pegs come almost weekly, just so we can get away from everything,” he explains and I nod in understanding. 
“Well I hope to join you in some of your getaways,” I note and he smiles as the waitress brings our drinks and sets them down. 
“Of course you can, my dear! It’ll be the three of us fonduing!” he proclaims and my face twists up in disdain. 
“Yeah, maybe we don’t call it that,” I inform and he chuckles. 
“Why ever not! It could be our code name for it,” he responds and I roll my eyes before giggling. 
“Ok, Howard, fonduing it is,” I reluctantly agree and he grins. 
“Perfect! It’s settled!” he beams and I nod as I pick up another breadstick to break in half. 
We continue to eat as Howard carefully watches a guy across the room. Soon all the fondue is gone and Howard is standing from his chair. 
“Come now, darling, our job here is done,” he tells me and I get up. 
“Really? But all we did was sit here and eat fondue,” I muse as he puts his hand on my back. 
“All you did was eat fondue. I, on the other hand, surveillanced who we needed to. Even got pictures of him,” Howard explains as he leads me to the car. 
“Wha- how…?” I ask in shock and Howard chuckles. 
“This is what you will get good at my dear, but in due time. For now I want your first real job to be a success,” he tells me as he opens the car door and lets me in first before getting in himself. 
“To the plane, Jarvis!” he declares and the driver turns around. 
“Of course, sir. Hello, Miss y/n, nice to see you again,” Jarvis responds with a smile before turning to me. 
“Good to see you too, Jarvis,” I reply and he smiles before starting up the car. 
He drives us back to the plane and we get into it. Howard hands me a new set of clothes, telling me it’s my uniform before sitting down. I walk into the bathroom and change before coming back out. 
“Sleep, my dear sister. We have a long journey back,” Howard tells me and I smile slightly at him as I put my new dress into my suitcase. 
“You too, Howard. Sleep well,” I tell my new friend and he smiles at me before closing his eyes and resting back in his seat. 
I sit in my seat and lean back with a light smile on my face. Before I know it, I’m being woken up by Howard again. 
“Wake up, dear. We’re here,” he announces softly as I blink my eyes open. 
“Hmm. Good morning, H,” I reply sleepily as I rub my eyes. 
We both pick up our stuff before heading out and when the door opens we see all the soldiers training. Howard leads me over to the ladies tent and helps me with my bag. 
“Welcome to camp, my dear,” Howard beams as he sets my bag down by one of the only two beds. 
“Thank you, H,” I reply and he smiles. 
“I like the new nickname, dear. And you're very welcome. I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning in the head office to get you acquainted with everything. Peggy should be in for bed soon,” he explains and I nod as I roll out one of the mattresses. 
“Goodnight, doll!” Howard shouts as he leaves and I giggle. 
“Goodnight!” I shout back before plopping down on my bed. 
I let out a puff of breath before shaking my head in disbelief of how my day has gone. I smile lightly before standing up and getting ready for bed. Sleeping on an army cot doesn’t sound too appealing, but I am sure I’ll get used to it very soon. 
To Be Continued…
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happy birthday
Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Steve's deep in a lie. One that he won't be able to recover from. What happens when he finds out you know the truth.
Word Count: 2.3K
Warnings: SMUT, LOTS OF SMUT, and fluff of course. Brat Tamer!Steve, Oral (M Receiving),
AN: Based on a headcanon I read at some point where Bucky threatens to reveal when Steve's real birthday is - I don't think I ever laughed harder! Hope you guys all enjoy! LYYYYYYYYY
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"Hey, Cap," You called to him, walking over as he filed out of the briefing room. He looked up at you and smiled - lifting his hand up to wave. He looked at you suspiciously - your hands were hidden behind your back, clearly holding something.
"Whatcha got for me?" He smirked, "Hopefully not more files?" He added with a slight groan.
"Not at all. Just a little something," You showed him the box, "for your birthday."
Steve chuckled awkwardly, "Thanks sweetheart, but it's not my birthday for a while yet? It's December 12th?"
You smirked evilly, "Ahh but Captain, I discovered something quite interesting the other day. There was a collection of old SSR files found in an old crate and I had the pleasure of having to catalogue it. Most of it was boring but there was a file that caught my eye," Steve's eyes widened, but you continued, "The file of one 'Steven Grant Rogers'. And it surprised me to discover that the great Captain America is a-"
You were cut off by Steve slamming his hand down over your mouth. He looked around wildly, hoping that no one heard, before dragging you outside.
"Where did you find that file?"
"So it's true! Ha!"
"I'm not messing around, sweetheart. Who else knows?"
"No one. For now."
Steve stalked up to you, finger pointed at your chest, "You best keep your mouth shut, sweetheart."
"Or what, Captain, what are you gonna do?" You looked up at him with a mischievous glint in your eye.
"Fuck around and find out."
"Don't tempt me with a good time, Captain."
"Shut your mouth," He growled, his pupils blown with lust.
"Make me."
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You barely made it back to his room before he slotted his lips over yours, hands grasping your face gently. You gasped into his mouth, his nose bumping yours as he pushed you through the door of his apartment.
"Jump," he mumbled against your mouth and you obliged. His hands gripped your thighs as they wrapped around his waist and he nudged the door shut with his toe. All without ever breaking the contact between your lips.
He carried you into the bedroom and dropped you in the center of his bed. He looked down at you like a lion looks at a gazelle, lust-blown eyes raking over your body.
"Just here to stare, Captain? All bark, no bite." It probably wasn't a good idea to provoke the beast, but you were having slightly too much fun watching Captain 'I-never-have-a-hair-out-of-place' Rogers lose his temper.
Steve shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're such a fucking brat," he muttered, a hand dropping to his belt. Your eyes followed his hand, raking over his unfortunately-still-clothed body. "You know what brats like you need? You need to be taught a lesson."
You almost let out a whimper, your cunt pulsing with need. Steve pulled off his shirt and his belt and dropped them on the floor unceremoniously. He climbed over you and crawled over you, his large body pinning you to the mattress.
He laid hands on the top button of your shirt before looking up at you for consent. "Please, Steve."
"See, that wasn't so hard." He began unbuttoning your shirt, laying gentle kisses in his wake. Once it was unbuttoned, he pushed it down your arms and tossed it onto the floor. He unbuttoned your trousers in the same way before pulling them off your legs and tossing them by your shirt.
His eyes raked over your semi-naked form, slowly appreciating every curve and dimple on your body. You smiled shyly - the weight of his gaze was heavy, heavy with adoration.
He flipped you onto your stomach and pulled your hips against his crotch. You could feel the bulge straining in his pants and you let out a moan as it brushed against your sensitive clit.
"Someone's sensitive," Steve said, the smirk evident in his voice.
"Someone's taking a long time to fuck me. Maybe I'll find some other agent to finish the jo-"
Slap. You jolted as Steve laid a hard slap against your ass. Your surprise melted into arousal and you let out another moan. You pushed back against him, letting him know you wanted more.
"You're mine," Steve growled, continuing to slap your ass, alternating between cheeks and pressures, "Mine to tame, mine to fuck. Get it, only mine."
You moaned in response - an enthusiastic yes.
"God, I can smell how wet you are, sweetheart. You like it when I slap you, huh? You like it when I get rough?" You nodded your head, pushing back into Steve again. You hear him chuckle and move away. You whine at the loss of touch, "Cockdrunk already, pretty baby? I haven't even touched you yet."
You heard Steve's zipper and the sound of jeans landing on the floor. You turned to look at him and you looked up at him with wide eyes.
"Impressed, baby?" Even through his boxers, Steve's bulge was impressive. Steve was a well-endowed man and he knew it. "Now come over here and show me how much you want this cock."
You climbed off the bed and sank to the floor in front of him. Your knees hit the solid cold floor and you were now at eye level with his cock. Steve's eyes went wide - clearly, he hadn't been expecting you to do that.
"May I, Captain?" You said, your fingers playing on the waistband of his boxers.
"Fuck yeah, sweetheart." Steve threw his head back as you pushed his boxers down. He was big. Bigger than you’ve had before. Your mouth watered at his size and you leaned forward to give the tip of his cock a little kiss.
Smirking at the way Steve groaned as his cock twitched, you wrapped your hand around his girth and started pumping. Steve threw his head back, his hands finding your hair and making a makeshift ponytail.
Your tongue swiped over the tip of his cock, collecting the pre-cum on your tongue. You took his tip in your mouth, hands still languidly stroking the base of his cock. Your left hand traveled down to play with his balls, gently massaging them. It was music to your ears the way he choked out your name from your actions.
You took him further down your throat, pulling away when you started to gag. You tried again, trying to go further.
"Breathe through your nose sweetheart, that's it," Steve said as you took further down your throat. Your tongue ran over the large vein on the underside of his cock, massaging it as Steve threw his head back in ecstasy. "Fuck, sweetheart. I'm gonna ruin you if you don't slow down."
You smiled, as you pulled away from his cock. "Don’t be afraid to do what you want, Cap." You hummed, "I can handle it."
Steve wrapped your hair around his fist, before guiding your face back down to suck on his cock. He pushed your head all the way down so that your nose was brushing against the trimmed hair at the base of his cock. You gagged around his length and the pressure made Steve let out a loud groan.
"Fuck, just like that, baby, yes," pressure began to build up in his stomach, as you bobbed your head up and down his length, "Keep going baby, don't stop."
Your hand moved back up to his balls, rolling them between your fingers as you kept sucking. The action made his hips stutter, the groan of your name practically coming out as a growl. "I’m not going to last," he choked out, pulling you off his cock and up to standing again.
Your knees felt stiff after so much time on the cold, hardwood floor, that you winced at the sudden movement. Steve caught it.
"Next time, you're using a pillow." You smiled at the thought of a nest time.
He pushed you back on the bed, his mouth latching back onto yours as he kneeled in front of you.
"Can I?" He looked up at you, his beautiful blue eyes shining brightly. His fingers traced the waistline of your underwear, fingers hooking the sides to pull them down,
You frantically nodded yes, and they were gone a second later, your bra following soon after. Steve lifted you up and threw you onto the middle of the bed, his eyes ravenously traveling to your sopping wet cunt. You moaned at the show of strength.
"You like that? Being manhandled like a slut?" You moaned in affirmation.
You gasped at the feeling of Steve's tongue on your pussy. He licked a long, flat stripe up to your clit, flicking it with his tongue. Your hands found their way into his hair and you pulled him up.
"As much as I would love for you to eat me out. I need your cock. In me. Right now."
"Your wish is my command, sweetheart."
You saw him grab a silver foil packet from his nightstand and he ripped it open with his teeth. You watched as Steve rolled the condom down his cock, the cock that was just in your mouth.
"See something you like?" Steve smirked as he caught you staring.
You blushed, "I see a lot that I like," you replied honestly.
Steve's face broke into a huge childish grin and he pulled you closer to him, "Good." That was the only warning he gave you before he hit home, sliding into you gently. He moaned loudly, head tossed back in pleasure as you squeezed him.
You gasped, trying to adjust to his size, "S'big, Stevie. 'S so big hmmm, 'm all - ah - full." you squeaked, a rough growl escaping from his lips at your words.
"Yeah, sweetheart? God, you're so tight. Filling you up to the brim, like a little hole for me to use."
Tears slipped down your face as you tried to adjust to the stretch. He was so big you could feel him everywhere, with every shift of your body, with every breath you took. Steve took your face in his hands, wiping away your tears, "Breathe, sweetheart. Just breathe, yeah?" You nodded, taking a shuddery breath. Steve pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, "You tell me if it gets too much." 
"I need you to move," you whispered. Steve slowly, pulled out and slowly pushed back in. And then again. And then again. Each time he got closer to bottoming out inside of you and you moaned as he pushed further and further.
Eventually, he picked up the pace, falling into a steady rhythm. A steady stream of moans left your lips. He brushed past your G-spot and you swore you saw stars. You were begging for more.
His hips began to snap into you, cock drilling into you so fast that you had fallen silent, mouth stuck in an 'O' shape. The praises falling from Steve's lips were lost on you as the pressure built up in your stomach.
"Steve, 'm not gonna last, Steve, please, 'm gonna cum, 'm gonna - oh my GOD, 'M GONNA CUM, AHHH-" You fell apart all over Steve's cock as he kept up this brutal pace.
Steve followed soon after, cumming with a loud moan of your name before collapsing beside you. You smiled up at him through your post-orgasmic haze, turning to nestle into his arms. He chuckled, laying a light kiss on your forehead, "I have to go take care of this, give me a second."
He laughed as you shook your head, desperately clinging to him tighter. He unraveled himself from you and quickly disappeared into the bathroom to dispose of the used condom.
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Your eyes drifted shut as you waited for him, only to be forced open by something cool touching your inner thigh. You snapped your legs shut, only to find that Steve was holding a wet towel. "Just cleaning you up, sweetheart."
As soon as he was done, Steve pulled one of his t-shirts over your body and bundled you into his arms. At your disapproving grunt, he chuckled.
"Need to put some food in my best girl." He said, placing another kiss on your forehead.
"And then snuggles?" You asked, hopefully.
Steve smiled, "Yeah, sweetheart, then snuggles." He put you down on the cold island in the middle of the kitchen of his apartment and turned around to grab some fruit from the fridge.
The doorbell rang. Steve looked at the door and then the clock on the wall. He clearly wasn't expecting anyone. Both of you stood unmoving - you didn't know exactly what the nature of your relationship was. If it was someone you worked with - which of course it would be - you didn't want to be forced to go public.
Whoever it was was insistent. They banged on the door. "Hey, Punk, open the door." Steve let out a sigh of relief - it was Bucky, his best childhood friend. And also one of the best secret keepers in the compound.
Steve opened the door as you reached over to grab a strawberry. "What do you want, Jerk?" The door opened to Bucky mischievously smiling at Steve. Clearly, the fact that Steve was half-naked didn't bother him.
"Did you forget what today is?"
Steve's face blanched again.
"Happy Birthday, Punk!" Steve tackled a smirking Bucky to the ground. The sight made you burst into laughter, a strawberry held up to your mouth.
The sound made Steve look over at you. The sight of you sitting on his counter in his t-shirt, eating his strawberries made his heart jump. If this was how he got to spend the rest of his birthdays, he'd be a happy man indeed. Even if he had to put up with all your teasing.
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Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x f!reader, Steve Rogers & f!reader
Word Count: ~5.8k
Summary: Arranged marriages have always been used to solidify business deals among the ultra-wealthy. Your stepfather wants to be in business with Harlan Thrombey, so now it's your turn.
Warnings: Heavy angst, age difference, adult themes, institutional sexism, multiple references to vomit (but nothing graphic, I don't think), attempted sex that makes everyone sad - dubcon on both sides, explicit language, the slooowest burn - Warnings will be added as needed for subsequent parts. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
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A/N: Alright friends, here we go! Now we're really in it.
A gigantic thank you, as always, to @paperweight91 for reading so much of this and talking it all through with me, especially the last section, which I've been anxious about since I originally conceived of it ages ago. You're the best, Chelsea!
Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. And if you need to come scream at me, that's ok too!
As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜
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You heard Ransom get up in the early hours of the morning and stumble into the bathroom to retch. You were glad he didn’t choke on his vomit, you guessed. You were still on the couch with the TV turned down low. You wondered if he’d come out and see what you were doing, but he just stumbled back to the bed when he was done. 
You didn’t hear him again for several more hours. In that time, you mostly watched TV, dozed a little, fucked around on your phone. Time passed slowly, but it still passed. Soon, the sun was coming up. You were moving across the country today. Your new life was starting whether you wanted it or not.
A few hours later you heard the beginnings of movement in the bedroom. You called down to room service and ordered two carafes of coffee, along with a few different breakfast options, ranging from light to extremely greasy. You didn’t know what his hangovers were like, what they required. But you knew that an especially moody Ransom wouldn’t do you any good. So, a peace offering of a sort. 
The food arrived before he’d shown his face. As you looked at the cart, you thought that while you were trying to start things as well as you could for your own good, it didn’t erase everything he’d done the day before, how he’d treated you. So you made no effort to be quiet as you laid out the food and got the coffee ready. You may have banged the metal covers together as noisily as you could. 
“What the fuck?” Ransom grumbled as he came stumbling out of the bedroom in just his boxer briefs. “Why is there noise?”
“Coffee,” you said, handing him the mug you’d filled. “I didn’t know how you take it.”
He took a sip and just grunted at you and then turned around and went back into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
You busied yourself by getting your own coffee and munching on some toast. You still had no appetite but figured you should probably eat something. 
A few minutes later, he came back out with a now empty mug. He stopped and stared at you. “Am I still drunk or are you still wearing your wedding dress?”
You tried not to let your embarrassment show. “I couldn’t get it off by myself, so…” you trailed off and shrugged. 
He looked at you for another moment then nodded once. “Give me a minute,” he said, as he poured himself another cup. He drank it quickly, then briefly held his head in his hands. When he looked back up, he took a deep breath, then mumbled “OK.” He came up behind you and lightly touched your dress. “Is there a trick to it?” he asked as he ran a finger down the seam. 
“It’s a long line of hook-and-eyes, you know?”
He hummed and then started at the top. As he worked, he grumbled to himself, which made you feel a little better about not being able to get it off. You’d never stop being surprised by how gentle his hands were. It seemed to be in complete opposition to every other part of him. When he was about halfway down, his knuckles lightly grazed the bare skin of your back and a shudder ran through your whole body. “Sorry,” he said, softly. You just shook your head and didn’t say anything.
When he was done, he quickly took a step back. You held your dress to you, trying to preserve your modesty, even though you knew how silly that was. You just weren’t ready for him to see you, although you doubted that that mattered. “Thank you,” you whispered.
He nodded again, then “You mind if I take the first shower?”
You shook your head and he disappeared into the ensuite. 
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About an hour and a half later, you sat with him in the back of a town car, on your way to the private airfield where one of his family’s planes awaited you. Neither of you said anything. Ransom was staring at something on his phone, while you put all your energy into trying not to have a panic attack. You had no idea what was waiting for you in Boston. You weren’t ready for this. You couldn’t do it.
As the car pulled up to the hangar, you were beyond relieved to see Steve already waiting there, Lola’s travel crate at his feet. The moment the car was parked and turned off, you lept out, not waiting for anyone to open the door for you. You bent down in front of Lola’s crate first and carefully stuck your fingers through the door. “Hi, baby, I missed you.” She kissed your fingers and then whined to be let out. “Not yet, honey,” you said softly. “You have to wait til we’re on the plane.”
You stood up and faced Steve, who was looking you over carefully. “How are you doing?” he asked seriously.
You shrugged and sighed. “Freaking out a little, I guess, but it’ll be fine.”
“And if it isn’t, you’ll call me,” he said, voice firm. “I don’t care where you are or what time it is, you call me. Ok?” You nodded. He opened his mouth to say more, but then the call of your name came from over your shoulder.
You turned to see Ransom standing between you and the jet. Your heart dropped. No, not yet. You needed more time. You needed to be able to actually say goodbye. You couldn’t– “I’ll be on the plane,” he said, voice still scratchy and tired, sunglasses firmly on, despite the overcast day. “Take your time.” He turned around and began walking up the stairs. 
You just stared after him for a moment, surprised. When you turned back to Steve, his lips were curled in disgust. But then the expression quickly changed to something much sadder. “I should have done more,” he said, “gotten you out of here, sent you away or something. I can’t–”
“Steve.” you interrupted. “Please stop. It’s no use now.” You couldn’t listen to any more of this. It had always been inevitable; it’d always been what you were for. Imagining anything else was useless. 
Neither of you said anything for a moment, then he looked around and asked, “Are Dad and Lydia on their way?” 
You tried to keep any hurt out of your expression when you said, “No, something important came up for Joseph and you know Mom has a hard time going anywhere by herself.” You ignored the cracks you heard in your own voice.
Steve’s brow furrowed in confusion and upset. “I would have picked her up,” he said. “Hell, I’ll go get her right now.” 
“I know,” you said sadly. “I told her that, but you know how she is.” You dropped your eyes, not able to look at the anger you knew you’d see on Steve’s face. You were angry too, you were, but mostly now you were just sad. And after thinking about it all night, you honestly weren’t sure how much anger she deserved. She’d been broken for a long time. It’d happened before you’d even known her, probably. It’d been unfair, maybe, to expect her to be strong for you now when she’d never been able to be that before.
Steve said your name and you looked up at him. “You don’t deserve this,” he said firmly. “I know I’ve said it before, but I really need you to understand it. None of this is what you deserve.”
You didn’t know what to say to that, so you just nodded and muttered, “OK.” 
He sighed and shook his head, then pulled you into his arms. “I’m going to miss you so fucking much,” he said into your hair. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without having you just a few minutes away to annoy whenever I want.”
You huffed a laugh into his shoulder. “I’m going to miss you too,” you said. “So much. Even when you’re being so annoying.” The tears were starting now, you weren’t able to hold them back. You pulled back and briefly got a good enough look at Steve’s face to see that his eyes were wet, too, before he knelt in front of Lola’s crate.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he said quietly. “I’m going to miss you too. You take good care of your mom for me.” 
You couldn’t help the little sob that came out of you at that. Fuck. Steve had been stuck to your side since you were six years old. Through absolutely everything. He’d been the one person you could count on for as long as you could remember. And now you were being dragged away from him. 
He stood up and pulled you into another hug. “You’re so strong,” he whispered right in your ear. “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
When he pulled back, you knew it was time to go, but you didn’t know how to pull yourself away. This all felt so final.
“Let me know when you land,” he said. “And when you get to the house. And just–” he sighed. “Everything. I want to know everything, ok?”
You nodded and tried to brush the tears from your eyes. “Yeah, ok,” you said, knowing you’d send him the exact amount of information that would keep him from worrying too much. You picked up the dog crate. You locked eyes with him one last time. “I love you.”
His voice was thick when he responded, “I love you too. I’m going to sit right here until you’ve taken off, ok? I’ll be right here.”
“You’re a good brother,” you said, as you slowly took your first step backward, toward the jet. 
“Yes. I am,” he said with a smile that was half cocky and half absolutely heartbreaking. 
With one last deep breath and an “OK,” that was mostly to yourself, you forced yourself to turn around and make your way to the stairs up to the jet. Once you were halfway up, you looked over your shoulder. Steve was leaning against his car. He gave you an encouraging smile and a small wave. You nodded and took the last few steps to board the plane.
A flight attendant was standing right there to greet you. “Welcome aboard, Mrs. Drysdale,” she said and you couldn’t help the way your mouth dropped open in shock. Mrs. Drysdale. That’s who you were now. You tried to pull yourself together and let her show you into the main cabin. It was mostly open, with a few plush seats and tables scattered around. Ransom was already in one, fully reclined with a sleep mask pulled over his eyes. He made no indication that he was awake, so you asked the attendant for a mask for yourself and a glass of water. As she went to fulfill your request, you opened Lola’s little cage and picked her up when she came out. She was nervous, shaking with her little tail tucked between her legs. “It’ll be ok,” you said softly, the tears threatening to stream down again. You took a deep breath and settled the both of you into a seat as far from Ransom as you could get in the small private jet. You gave Lola gentle pets until she sat down on your lap. “We’ll just take a nap,” you said, “and it’ll be over before we know it.”
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“What the fuck is that?”
You woke with a start and pulled off your sleep mask. “Huh?” You sat up to see Ransom and Lola locked in a staredown. 
“What is that?”
“I told you that I had a dog,” you said, confused. 
“That!” Ransom yelled, pointing at Lola, “is not a dog. That’s a long-haired rat!”
“Hey!” you yelled back, just as Lola started retching. “Oh, baby, no!” You knelt down next to her just as she puked right at Ransom’s feet.
“What the shit?!” he cried out, jumping back. 
“She’s stressed, ok? It’s not like I can explain to her what a plane is or where we’re going!” You grabbed what was left of your water and the napkin the flight attendant had brought with the glass and tried to clean it up. “Shit,” you mumbled to yourself.
“What are you doing?” He stood over you with his hands on his hips.
“I’m cleaning it up so you don’t freak out, ok? It’ll be fine, just give me a minute.”
“Get up.”
“What?”
“You don’t need to do that. The crew probably has a steam cleaner or something. My dad uses this plane. I’m sure they’ve seen worse.” He walked to the front of the cabin and knocked on the divider. When the attendant came, Ransom quietly told her, “The dog got sick. I assume you have something to clean it up.” 
She nodded and quickly came out with a portable steam cleaner and made quick work of Lola’s mess. 
“Thank you,” you told her.
“No problem at all, Mrs. Drysdale,” she smiled and went back to the galley.
“Well, that’s a real mindfuck,” Ransom said as he flopped back into his seat. He glared down at Lola, “She gonna do that again?”
“I don’t know,” you said, gently picking her up and holding her close to try to comfort her.
He pulled his sleep mask down over his eyes. “Great, love being a rat-dog owner.”
“She isn’t your dog,” you said curtly. 
“Whatever. This hangover is still pounding against my skull. Wake me when we land.” 
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When you landed in Boston, Ransom led you to where his vintage beamer was parked and you both squeezed into it. The slightly hysterical thought struck you that it wouldn’t be suitable at all once there was a baby to cart around. You pushed that thought away. No use getting ahead of yourself.
Ransom’s house was on the edge of the city, surrounded by more trees than you expected. From the outside, it was mostly glass. Very modern. It felt cold.
He parked the car and grabbed the few bags you both had with you. The rest of your things would be delivered the next day. He showed you inside without much pomp or circumstance, just walked in ahead of you, and left the door open.
The majority of the first floor seemed to be one large, open-plan room. It was sparsely decorated and the pieces that were there seemed to be lifted wholesale from the pages of an upscale furniture catalog. There was nothing of Ransom in this house. Not that you really knew him well enough to say, but you didn’t think there was any information to be gleaned from his living space either. It all felt very empty. It was not what you had expected.
You set Lola down on the hardwood floor and she immediately ran off to explore. You crossed your fingers that she wouldn’t get into anything, not able to forget Ransom’s threat that he’d make you get rid of her if she messed anything up. You glanced over at Ransom to gauge if he was upset that you’d let her roam on her own, but he wasn’t paying any attention, leafing through a pile of mail left on the kitchen island. 
He must have felt you watching him, because without looking up he said, “Bedroom’s upstairs. I’ll bring our things up later.”
You nodded even though he wasn’t looking at you. You grabbed your bag, not wanting to wait for him, and made your way up the staircase in the middle of the living room. Judging by how he’d treated you so far, you figured he planned to tuck you away in some guest room, out of his way except for when he needed you. It wasn’t unheard of in marriages like this, and you would honestly be grateful to have your own space. But as you looked through the rooms upstairs, you found a home gym, a study, and 2 storage rooms. There’d also been a bathroom and a few closets. The only room left had to be his, but you couldn’t imagine he’d want to share that with you. You very gingerly walked in and set your bag at the foot of the bed. You didn’t spend any more time there, afraid that you might be wrong.
When you went back downstairs, he was now rummaging through his fridge. “I put my bag in the bedroom upstairs,” you said to his back. 
He just grunted his assent, then came out with two glass containers in his hands. He plated them both and put one in the microwave. “I have a housekeeper that comes three times a week and usually prepares meals for the whole week. You can give her any food preferences you have.”
You nodded. “I enjoy cooking,” you said, your mother's advice to ‘keep him happy’ floating in your mind. “I can make dinner too, sometimes.”
He nodded and shrugged as he took the plate out of the microwave and placed it in front of you on the island. You took a seat on one of the stools. “If you want,” he said, “but I don’t expect it.” He put his own plate in the microwave.
“Do you have any other staff?” you asked.
He shook his head. “Not for the house, not right now.”
You understood the implication that the staff would grow as your family did. A nanny, a driver, a gardener maybe, if you moved to a house that required one.
It was the lack of a driver that made you nervous. You’d never gone without one at home. You also hadn’t seen a large garage on the property, so you guessed there weren’t any extra cars around. You felt stuck in this house already, shut in like he didn’t want you to leave.
When his food was heated, he sat beside you and you ate together in silence. The food was fine, you were sure, but you couldn’t taste it. Your mind was ahead of you, wondering what the rest of the night held. 
When you were done, Ransom loaded your dishes into the dishwasher and then said, “I don’t know about you, but I’m beat, so I’m just going straight to bed. Feel free to stay up if you want. I’m a heavy sleeper so you won’t wake me when you come in.”
“Oh,” you said, trying to hide your surprise. So he did intend for you to share his room. But apparently, just for sleeping. You were relieved. You were. The little voice in your head that wouldn’t stop whispering that he didn’t want you didn’t count. “I’m still three hours behind, so I might stay up a little longer.” Doing what, you had no idea. You didn’t have any of your things and you weren’t sure what was off-limits here yet. And you were exhausted, still hadn’t recovered from not sleeping the night before. But you just couldn’t deal with the awkwardness of going to bed at the same time as him.
“OK,” he said and then just stood there, looking surprisingly lost. After a couple of endless minutes, he just said, “Goodnight,” and finally went upstairs.
You grabbed your phone out of your handbag, unsurprised to see multiple messages from Steve, checking in on you. You sent him one back, assuring him that the flight had been fine, the drive to the house was fine, you were fine. You collected Lola from where she was curled up on a rug, quickly fed her and let her out, and then brought her and her crate upstairs. After a few minutes of internal debate, you decided to set her up in the gym, fairly certain that even in her crate, Ransom wouldn’t want her in his bedroom. It took a lot of coaxing to get her in. She was so used to sharing your bed. She whined when you closed the little grate and your heart broke. “I’m so sorry,” you whispered. “You’ll get used to it. It’ll be ok.”
You quietly went into the bedroom and Ransom was, indeed, already asleep, spread out on his stomach again, but luckily this time only taking up one side of the bed. He’d left the lamp on the opposite side on for you. You took your sleep clothes out of your bag and brought your toiletries into the ensuite, unpacking only what you’d need for the night. His things were all piled around one of the side-by-side sinks, but the other was clear for you. You went through your nightly routine quickly and then went back into the bedroom and very carefully climbed into bed. He didn’t stir. You turned off the lamp and settled at the edge of the bed. Your exhaustion took you quickly.
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When you woke in the morning, Ransom was gone.
Your things were delivered a few hours after you woke. You started by trying to organize the boxes into the least obtrusive pile possible. You hoped that if they were tucked into a corner, he wouldn’t be too annoyed while you took your time going through them. You started with a few of the smaller boxes, unpacking the items into places you hoped they could go.
You took Lola for a walk around the neighborhood. It was sparsely populated, the houses spaced far apart. You didn’t run into any neighbors.
One of the walk-in closets in the bedroom had been cleared out for you, so you spent the afternoon unpacking all your clothes. By the time you were done, it was time for dinner. There was still no sign of Ransom.
You fed Lola and helped yourself to one of the meals in the fridge. You ate alone and after you cleaned up, you dug a book out of one of your boxes and settled on one of the not-very-comfortable couches with Lola to read. You didn’t know if she was allowed on the furniture – you were sure she wasn’t, actually – but Ransom wasn’t here to see it, so you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. 
As you were finishing the second chapter in your book, he walked through the front door. With how the house was set up, he had a clear view of you and Lola from the door. “Hi,” was all he said.
“Hi,” was all you could say back.
He just stood there for a moment and then took off his coat and shoes. “How was your day?” he asked, stiffly, as he came into the living room. 
“Fine,” you said. Then you realized he was actually attempting conversation and added, “My things came, so I got started unpacking.”
He nodded, “That’s good. Did you eat?”
“I did,” you said, hoping that was the right answer. “Can I get you some food?”
“No, I’m fine. I ate at the office.” Well, that answered where he’d been all day – his family’s publishing house.
He cleared his throat. “I’m going to go upstairs to unwind. Will you be heading up soon?” 
Oh. Right. It’d finally come. “Yeah,” you said, your mouth suddenly dry. “I’ll just get Lola settled and then join you.”
He looked down at your dog in your lap like he was noticing her for the first time. But he didn’t say anything, just nodded and walked upstairs.
You let Lola out the back door for just a couple minutes, then took her upstairs. It was even harder to get her into her crate this time, even after you buried treats in her blankets. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you cooed, once you finally had her locked in. “I promise it won’t always be this hard and scary. It’ll be ok.”
Ransom was waiting for you in his room, sitting in an armchair by the window. “We should talk,” he said quietly.
“Ok.” You perched on the edge of the bed and did your best to look him in the eye, even as your heart was racing. 
He took a deep breath and leaned forward. “We don’t–” he started, then another breath. “There’s nothing that we have to do tonight. I mean, we can certainly get the first time out of the way, if that’s what you want to do. But it doesn’t have to be now. We have time.”
You wanted to be relieved, but it just felt like delaying the inevitable. “We don’t, actually,” you said shaking your head. “We don’t have that much time. Especially if it takes a while. If there’s going to be an issue getting pregnant, on either side, I think the sooner we know the better. I don’t want to be blindsided by it when we only have a month left.”
“Ok,” he nodded. “That makes sense. Yeah, we can get it over with.”
You were proud of yourself for the way you didn’t wince at his phrasing, but it was a near thing. But was it really fair to be upset or hurt by that when it was how you were feeling too? You wanted to stop delaying it. You were ready to just know how it was going to be, what he would want. So yeah, maybe ‘get it over with’ wasn’t such a bad way to put it. 
He stood up and sighed, looking like he was bracing himself. “I do need to know, have you done this before?”
You swallowed. The question wasn’t unexpected but you weren’t sure how to answer it and didn’t know which answer he was looking for. You decided to be honest and hoped it would be ok. “Yes, I’ve had sex,” you said, quietly.
He let out a long exhale in relief. “Ok,” he said, “ok, that’s good.” 
You stood up, unsure of what to do. You just wanted to be on the other side of it. You suddenly thought of what you’d just told Lola. It wouldn’t always be this hard and scary. You would get used to it. You just had to get through this first time. And then you’d know how he was. Resolved now, you started taking off your shirt.
“Wait,” he said, breathed really. “Just wait.”
Your shirt was already halfway off, stuck on your arms above your head, so you shucked it the rest of the way and threw it on the floor, but didn’t do anything else.
He came over and stood so he was in your space. He brought his hand up to cup your face, his thumb on your cheekbone. And very slowly, he ducked his head to bring his lips to yours. There was something about it. The intimacy. Even with what you knew you were about to do with him. You just– A kiss was too much. You turned away. You couldn’t do it.
Instead, your hands went to unbutton your pants. You undid it slowly then bent over with your back to him to push them down your legs, sticking your ass out as much as you could. That was better than a kiss, right? You could make him want you.
You kicked your pants off and stood back up, looking over your shoulder to see him watching you. But his face was unreadable. You weren’t ready for him to touch you, so you said, “I can get myself ready for you,” hoping it came off coy, but you were afraid he’d be able to hear how your voice shook. For the briefest moment, you almost thought you saw something travel across his face. Disappointment, maybe. But it was gone too fast for you to be able to tell, and you were trying so hard to look away, anyway.
You got on the bed, lying on your back, sliding your panties off as seductively as you could. You closed your eyes tight and slowly moved one hand down your abdomen while the other started to play with your breast, cupping it, tweaking your nipple. As your other hand slipped between your thighs, you brought up your go-to fantasy. Nothing fancy or outlandish. Just a man standing over you, touching you, telling you how much he loved you, how much he loved your body. How he was going to ruin you, completely take you apart. You tried to focus on that as your fingers slowly made their way between your folds, as they made their way to your clit. But this room kept pulling you back to reality. You could hear Ransom taking his clothes off. You tried to ignore it. You were starting to get wet, slowly but surely, so you carefully pushed one finger inside yourself, trying so hard to focus on the man, his voice. You heard a bottle of lube flick open. No, no, you weren’t here, as you added another finger. You could hear Ransom’s hand on his cock now as your thumb continued to rub your clit. You opened your eyes despite yourself. Ransom was kneeling on the edge of the bed, stroking himself to hardness. It was the first time you’d seen him fully naked. He really was so beautiful. You sort of hated him for it. 
You closed your eyes again. You could do this. You scissored your fingers slowly, opening yourself up, a little whine escaping your lips, when suddenly, you felt a hand wrap around your ankle. You wanted to scream in frustration. It was no use. Your hands dropped down to your sides. You were ready enough. It wouldn’t hurt, it was fine. You blinked your eyes open again to find Ransom staring at your face, searching for something. You couldn’t begin to guess what. “I’m ready,” you said. 
“Are you sure?” he asked, voice soft, but gritty.
“Yeah, I’m good. How do you want me?”
He seemed almost startled by your question. “Uh, however you’re most comfortable.”
You nodded and flipped over onto your stomach, pulling your knees up toward your elbows and putting your ass in the air. This would be easiest if you didn’t have to look at him. If you could imagine someone else. Someone who loved you. Someone who wanted to be here. 
You heard the bottle of lube again and then felt him settle between your legs. One hand was on your ass and you presumed he was using the other to line himself up. You pushed your face into the pillow underneath you. You tried to bring the fantasy back as he slowly eased inside of you. He was big, but not so big it hurt. You breathed through it as he worked his way in with short, slow thrusts. He was being so gentle with you. You weren’t sure if you liked it. The hand on your ass moved to your hip, while the other snaked around to your stomach, softly stroking you there, then moved down over your pelvis, and then finally between your thighs to search for your clit. He found it quickly. But no matter how hard you closed your eyes, his fingers made it impossible for you to pretend that it was anyone else with you, anyone else touching you. Without thinking, you pushed his hand away and replaced it with your own. 
He was making little grunts and gasps behind you that you tried to ignore. You rubbed furious circles over your clit and tried to focus only on the fullness you felt. But then, that fullness started to lessen. The grunts behind you turned into a “Shit.” and then a “Fuck!” and suddenly, that fullness completely disappeared. You let out a little cry as he quickly pulled out of you. You turned around to catch a glimpse of his softening cock before he disappeared into the bathroom, the door slamming behind him. 
You lay on your back for just a moment, your mind trying to catch up, figure out what on earth had just happened. That voice that had been there this whole time, since that first meeting a month ago, came back with smug satisfaction. He doesn’t want you, it said, over and over. Your thighs were sticky, probably mostly from the lube. You didn’t think your wetness or his precome had been enough to make a mess out of you. You got up, desperate to not be naked anymore.  You grabbed a sleep shirt out of the closet you were using and slipped it on. You hugged yourself, standing in the middle of the room with no idea what to do. 
In the silence, with nothing else to focus on, you were suddenly aware of Lola crying across the hall. Fuck. Everything just kept getting worse.
Ransom came out of the bathroom and went straight to the bed. He stopped at the foot, seemingly surprised that you weren’t still in it. He looked up and found you on the other side of the room. 
“Is everything ok?” you asked quietly.
“It’s fine,” he said, voice sharp. You flinched and he sighed, then visibly tried to calm himself down. “It’s fine,” he said again, much softer this time. He held out a washcloth to you. “In case you need to clean yourself up.”
You took a few steps toward him so that you could grab it. “Thank you,” you said, as you quickly wiped between your legs, then went to finish cleaning up in the bathroom. 
When you came back out, he was back in bed, on his back, just staring at the ceiling. “What’s that noise?” he asked.
“Oh, it’s fine,” you hurried to answer. “It’s Lola, but she’s ok. She just isn’t used to sleeping alone. She’ll get used to it, eventually.” Your heart broke as you spoke, but you knew it couldn’t be avoided. 
“Where does she usually sleep?” he asked.
It took you a minute to answer, you were so surprised by the question. “Uh, with me,” you said.
“Then go get her,” he said, without looking at you. He hadn’t looked at you since you’d come out of the bathroom.
“Really?” you whispered.
“Yeah, if it stops her crying.”
You didn’t wait to be told again. You hurried across the hall and opened her crate, scooping her up into your arms. “I’m so sorry,” you cooed. “I’m so, so sorry. It’s going to be ok now.”
When you got back to the room, Ransom had turned off his light and turned over onto his side, facing the wall. You placed Lola on the bed and crawled in after her. As you turned off your own lamp, you whispered, “Thank you,” not sure if he was awake to hear it.
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The beginning of the end...?
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Pairing ⇒ Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader x Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes
Word count ⇒ 5.6K
Summary ⇒ Steve and Bucky are planning on proposing, but as they're doing this, they don't realize the two of them are giving you the feeling you're not worthy of them. As soon as they find out, their behavior completely changes, and before you know it, you have two super soldiers down on their knees, asking you to marry them.
Rating ⇒ Explicit (E)
Warnings ⇒ Polyamorous relationship, use of nicknames (Princess, Printsessa),
Angst ⇒ Hurt/comfort, references to anxiety and insecurity.
Smut ⇒ MMF threesome, D/S undertones, sensory play/deprivation (blindfold), discussion of safewords, size kink, dirty talk, oral (F receiving), nipple play, fingering (anal/vaginal), double penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, implied aftercare
Request ⇒ Anon I don’t know if you write this but could you maybe write a story about bucky x Steve x y/n or reader what you prefer. That they are in a relationship but reader feels left out because Steve and bucky go way back together so she thinks they wanne break up while the boys are planning to propose. So reader distance herself more and more while the boys have no clue. In the end they propose to her but I want a good angsty/ fluff story
A/n -> Thank you so much for this beautiful request, sweet Nonnie! I want to thank @buckys-wintersoldier for helping me develop the title, and I want to say thank you to @late-to-the-party-81 for helping me whilst writing this, as well as for your feedback while proofreading. You helped me bring this fic to the next level, and I deeply appreciate it! ❤️
A/n 2.0 ⇒ My requests are open again! Please consider that I only have 24 hours in my day, so it might take a while to get the new requests posted, but I expect to post them around February/March. I'll be looking forward to what you will all come up with, and I can't wait to start writing requests again ❤️
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Something between the three of you has shifted. You don't know how, why, or when, but it has. And with that, your anxiety has gone through the roof as well. Steve and Bucky have been spending more time with each other than with you lately, which is strange since they usually can't keep their hands off of you, or each other for that matter. Even though all three of you still sleep in the same bed at night, it doesn't feel the same and you're starting to feel like a third wheel in your relationship. After all, they've known each other for almost a century.
You're watching a movie with only Steve because Bucky is on an undercover mission and is unreachable for at least a week. However, even though you have chosen the movie, you're not watching it. Your eyes look at the TV, but your brain doesn't register what's happening as you're so lost in your thoughts.
"Is everything okay, Princess?" Steve asks when he notices you've been zoned out for a while.
"Yeah, just tired," you say and fake a yawn, getting up to go to bed despite still being early in the evening. Steve looks at you with worry when you stand, but he leaves it be for now; he figures that if something's wrong, you'll come to him.
"Okay, sleep well, Princess," he says in a soft, defeated voice, and your heart aches at the sound, but you will your legs to walk to the bedroom and curl into the comforter on your bed. Not long after, you feel the mattress dip beside you, and Steve cuddles up to you under the heavy comforter. You let out a small sigh as you feel his muscular chest press against your back. Steve places a few soft kisses on your shoulder before he whispers something to you, under the impression you're asleep.
"I love you, Princess. I'm sorry we have to do it this way, but it'll be for the best," he says. With those words, he lays his head down, and you're fighting against your tears. This confirms it for you. He's just being nice to you now because Bucky's not here, waiting for him to return so they can break up with you together. It'll always be them against the world, and they don't have a place inside that world for you.
To save yourself from most of the pain, you decide to spend more time with others or alone in your room instead of with Steve, and while you notice the sad look on his face, he also doesn’t come to you.
"Princess, can we talk for a minute?" Steve asks as you walk into the kitchen to grab some breakfast. He's leaning against the counter in tight sweatpants and an even tighter shirt. You feel a wave of arousal course through your veins and between your legs, as you look him up and down, admiring his physique. You don’t let it distract you from the matter as you prepare for the talk he’s about to have with you.
"Sure, Steve," you say with a slight smile, hoping it looks sincere.
When you have your breakfast ready, he leads you to your bedroom, where you sit on your couch. He takes his place next to you, almost taking up half the sofa with the broad shoulders you love so much -where you scrape your nails when he's fucking your brains out. But that's not what you're thinking of right now, no. Right now, you're bracing yourself for what's to come; the inevitable is here, you think.
"As you know, Bucky is coming home from the mission tomorrow, and I was thinking of surprising him with a relaxing evening with the three of us. A nice home-cooked dinner, a relaxing bath, maybe even a blanket fort and a movie," he says as he looks at you expectantly.
"I- I think I have plans tomorrow night, sorry," you say, and you look at your food, unable to look Steve in the eye right now because if you do, you're sure he'd see that you're not telling the truth.
"Princess, can you please look at me?" Steve asks in a soft voice, and that's what pushes you over the edge, the tears streaming down your face while you sob uncontrollably. Steve reaches for you and pulls you into his lap, whispering soothing words and kissing you again on your temple.
"It's okay, Princess, I've got you," he says, and you can't help but feel incredibly guilty that he's doing this.
"C'mon, let's get a little more comfortable on the bed," he says as he lifts you up and carries you there before sitting with you in his lap. The two of you stay like that until you calm down and surrender to his warmth, feeling safe in his strong arms.
"I'm sorry…" you croak out, and it's a good thing he has super soldier hearing otherwise, you doubt he would hear you.
"There's nothing to be sorry for, Princess," he says as he wipes your tears, and after a little while, you agree to welcome Bucky home tomorrow night, just like you always do when one or both of them come home from a mission.
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Bucky is coming home today, and you feel both happy and anxious. What if he doesn't greet you the same way he always does? Or what if he only wants to see Steve? Your mind is going into overdrive the closer he gets to finally being home, but you're trying to keep yourself together, not wanting to breakdown like you did with Steve yesterday. When the Quinjet is on approach, you shoot Steve a quick text to see if he's coming, but he says he's wrapped up in a meeting for a while and that you can go alone, so you do.
As you walk to the hangar, you ball your fists up by your sides to relieve some of the anxiety you're feeling, but all you do is break the skin and leave crescent moons in the palms of your hands. You hope Bucky won't see them. When the Quinjet lands and Bucky walks out, you see him searching for both you and Steve. If he's disappointed only to be greeted by you, he doesn't show it. He runs over to you with a slight jog and a smile on his face before picking you up and hugging you tightly.
"Hi, Printsessa! I can't believe how much I've missed you these past few weeks, and I'm sorry I couldn't contact you sooner," he says as he puts you down and grabs your face softly with his big, calloused hands.
"I love you so much, and I can't wait for our blanket fort tonight," he continues before capturing your lips in a soft kiss, which quickly turns passionate as you let yourself melt into Bucky's touch. When he pulls away, you’re smiling too. You're happy he's home because seeing Bucky somehow makes you forget all your anxieties for just a moment or two.However, as you walk back to the Compound, and Bucky tries to hold your hand, you pull away and he stops dead in his tracks, looking at you with a raised brow. Shit.
"What's going on, Printsessa? Did you hurt your hand or something?" he asks and with a small tear rolling down your face, you unfold the palms of your hands, showing him the damage you've done to them. You don't know how or why, but Bucky seems to catch onto things a lot faster than Steve did, as he immediately figures out it's because they have been spending less time with you lately.
"Is- Is this because of us? Because Steve and I are busier with work lately?" he asks softly. He told Steve this was likely to happen and now that it has he feels worse than ever. With a slight nod, you wordlessly answer his question, and his heart feels like it is shattering as he clutches you to his chest. He holds you as close as he can and repeatedly says the word ‘sorry’.
"I-It's okay," you croak out, still crying into his chest. Suddenly, you feel a powerful, broad chest against your back and one more pair of warm hands rubbing your sides to calm you down. Although you don’t see it, Bucky shoots Steve a look of ’I told you so!’ over your shoulder. They're both feeling sorry, even though this was the only way to organize the extraordinary thing they have planned for you.
"Shall we go inside, and take a bath together, Printsessa? After that, we can build the blanket fort, watch a movie, and cuddle," Bucky offers. You nod into his chest, but you're not letting him go, so he picks you up with no effort and carries you inside.
Bathtime with your two super soldiers is always lovely, especially since you have a custom bathtub  that fits all three of you perfectly. Steve lets the water run and puts some of your favorite scented bubbles in while Bucky undresses you with kisses on each piece of skin that he reveals.
"God, I can't believe I've missed out on this for so long, Printsessa," he says, and you can't help but preen because of his words. As his lips find your pulse point, sucking softly but still hard enough to leave a bruise, you let out a small moan.
His hands are squeezing the flesh of your butt and spreading them at the same time, giving Steve a little show as he undresses you. Both of them are incredibly hard and when you feel both their dicks press against your body, you can't help but throw your head back against Steve's shoulder.
"Please," you beg softly, although you’re unsure what you're actually begging for. Both men decide not to make you wait any longer, so Steve pulls you close to his chest while Bucky sinks to his knees in front of you. At the sight of Bucky ready to worship you, you clench around nothing, and Steve's warm breath by your ear makes goosebumps appear across your neck. His arms are hooked under yours, cupping both your breasts as Bucky lifts your leg, hooking it over his shoulder before diving into your dripping pussy. You moan loudly.
"Look at that, Princess, look at how perfect he looks between these delicious thighs of yours," Steve growls in your ear, and it all only serves to arouse you even further, bringing you closer to your orgasm. His fingers find your pebbled nipples, rolling and tugging them, drawing soft whines from your lips. Bucky has both of your thighs in a grip that's sure to leave bruises, but the slight discomfort only leaves you wanting more. More of him. More of Steve. More of everything.
"God, you're just such an easy little slut for us, aren't you? We get you naked, and suddenly, you're like a lost puppy who doesn't know what to do," Steve drawls with a slight smirk. At the same time, Bucky lets his tongue alternate between dipping into your entrance and stimulating your clit, until you're right on the edge. That's when he pulls away without any warning.
"You didn't think we'd let you cum that easy, did you?" Bucky teases, and you can feel the disappointment washing over you. However, it doesn't last long because Steve's lips find their way onto your neck as his hands wander to your waist before turning you around to face him.
"Don't worry, Princess, we'll make up for it in the bath, but you'll have to trust us, alright? We’ll make you feel like you're flying. We’ll make love to you until all you can think about is Bucky and me giving you more pleasure than you ever thought you could feel," he tells you, his bright blue eyes sparkling at the thought of what's to come. However, just as you think he's about to lead you into the bath, he reaches for something on the counter that you didn't see earlier: a blindfold.
"If you're okay with it, I'm going to blindfold you when we're in the bath. We’ll be constantly with you, and make sure nothing happens that you're not okay with, Princess. We’re going to use the traffic light system for this. Can you explain what it means?" he asks patiently, and you nod in response.
"Green means that I'm good, that you can continue what you're doing, and that I'm enjoying it. Yellow means that I might be getting uncomfortable with something, so we stop and have a check-in to see what we can do differently before continuing. Red means I have reached a limit and that I want to stop with what we're doing. This will end the entire scene for everyone, and we’ll move on to aftercare," you tell him, just like you have done so many times before.
Despite this, Steve and Bucky want you to say it to them, whether you're just with one of them or all three of you are together. They’re always mindful of your well-being, both physical and emotional, and they keep an extra eye out for you during moments like these.
''Good girl,'' Bucky tells you and with that all three of you get into the bath. They let you get used to the warmth of the water and softness of the bubbles first, the blindfold still lying on the small table next to the large tub.You're leaning against Steve's chest with your legs stretched out and Bucky gently massages your feet to relax you. They want all your anxiety gone, your mind eased.
Steve joins in, his skilled hands slowly massaging your thighs and a groan falls from your lips when he finds a rather sensitive spot, making him smirk. After they massage your limbs for another ten to fifteen minutes, the two super soldiers share a look,Steve immediately knowing what Bucky is thinking. Bucky leans forward, happily pulling you into his lap and getting you settled as he peppers your neck and jaw with kisses and love bites.
''Are you ready, Printsessa? Steve is going to blindfold you when you're ready, and we're hoping you can take both of us today at the same time. How do you feel about that?'' Bucky explains to you as he looks at you, happy when he doesn’t find any sign of discomfort on your face.
''I feel good about it, Bucky; I want to feel both of you inside me,'' you reply, and immediately after, you're blindfolded, the world around you entirely dark. You can hear the soft background music that Steve turned on, and you can feel two sets of hands roaming over your body. Bucky's metal hand is a stark contrast to his flesh one, even in the water as they roam over your thighs before slipping between them, finding your clit effortlessly.
You gasp at the feeling of the metal on your sensitive nub, and you arch your back, pressing your bare breasts against his chest; your butt is now presented beautifully for Steve, who has both of his hands kneading the flesh as he enjoys the sight in front of him. Your hole is on display, but before he moves to work you open, he needs to hear your consent first.
''Color?'' he asks, and you reply with an immediate green. He reaches to the side of the tub and retrieves a small bottle of silicone-based lube. He flips the top open with his thumb, and you softly gasp at the click. Steve squirts some onto his fingers, ready to start opening you up. He moves his hand to your rim with a soft hum, massaging it with his fingertips until it is relaxed enough to push the tip of his index finger in, working you open slowly. Bucky moves his hand from your clit to your entrance, pushing in two fingers at once. The pleasure you were already feeling heightens immensely.
''Look at you, Printsessa, you're doing so good for us,'' Bucky tells you as he keeps visually checking in with Steve. They know you can handle it but don't want to overwhelm you, so they're extra careful with you. They're both big and they don't want to hurt you accidentally, so caution is necessary. When Steve manages to slip a second lubed finger into you, you wince, and both men immediately stop everything they're doing.
''Color?'' Steve asks. 
''Yellow,'' you breathe out. You're having to adjust to him being inside you, but the blindfold over your eyes is making everything more intense.
''I-I need to adjust a little, with the blindfold- I'm just a little more nervous than usual,'' you tell them, and they understand. You take a few deep breaths, giving your body time to get used to what your boyfriends are doing. As you relax, you tell them you’re ‘green,’ and they carefully pick up where they left off. More pleasure blooms through your abdomen as Bucky works a third finger into your pussy, and a loud moan escapes from you as your nails dig into his shoulders.
''Fuck! You both feel so good inside of me,'' you tell them with a broad smile, and you even begin to rock yourself back and forth now that the nerves have disappeared and your confidence has increased. While you were still a little on edge at first, you've now found your footing, and you can feel your orgasm building once more.
''Yeah? Just imagine how you feel when we're both buried deep inside of you, Printsessa, both of our cocks splitting you open as you fall apart on them. Thrusting in and out before we fill you up until both of your holes are dripping with our cum,'' Bucky tells you, and you moan at his words, wanting nothing more than to be filled by them.
''Are you going to cum for us, Princess? Are you cumming on our fingers?'' Steve growls behind you, and with a scream of their names you do, your boyfriends working you through your orgasm with expert precision. They praise you endlessly and prepare you for what's to come. When you come down from your high and are ready for what’s next, Bucky slides down into the bath until the water reaches his shoulders.You straddle him, finding the perfect position so that Steve can also slide in.
''How's this, Printsessa? Are you comfortable?'' Bucky asks, your hands resting on his chest for balance. It's not uncomfortable, but the shift requires you to adjust slightly to avoid falling over onto Bucky.
''Perfect,'' you tell him, and he leans up to kiss you softly. As he does, you hear a soft growl coming from Steve behind you. Your ass has lifted slightly, now only just beneath the surface, as he's admiring where he's about to slide into in a few moments.
''I love to see you lying there like that,'' Steve tells you, and you smile into the kiss with Bucky. When you pull away and sit down, you can feel his length between your thighs, now grown to total hardness. Steve reaches into the water to find Bucky's cock and lube it up; they don’t want to hurt you, after all. Bucky lets out a loud moan as Steve strokes his hand up and down a few times before lining Bucky’s cock up with your pussy. The sensation of his tip against your clit makes you moan as well. Your head falls back as you sink down onto Bucky's length, feeling it stretch you inch by inch.
''Color?'' Steve asks as you sink to the hilt, Bucky's tip hitting your sweet spot.It makes you see stars and your nails scratch his chest in an attempt to ground yourself.
''So fucking green,'' you bite out as you start to grind down on Bucky, whose hands are on your hips to guide your movements. With every thrust back in, you can feel Bucky everywhere, and the fact you can't see makes the experience ten times better. Steve is enjoying the sight in front of him as he generously spreads the lube over his cock. He has ensured you’re adequately prepped, but it will still be a stretch, and he wants it to be pleasurable for you both. After a few minutes of slow grinding on Bucky’s cock, you feel Steve's hands stopping you. He lines himself up to your other hole, which welcomes him in with little resistance.
A loud groan leaves Steve's lips as he carefully thrusts into you, keeping a close eye on your reactions as your body gets used to him. Bucky's eyes are trained on your face as well and he gently tucks some of your hair behind your ear. Your chest heaves up and down at the feeling of both men filling you, but the pleasure only intensifies with every passing second. When Steve slides all the way in with a groan, both men still for a moment, letting you adjust again.
''What's your color?'' Bucky asks you. The blindfold is slightly damp from the sweat dripping off your forehead, but you wouldn't change this moment for the world. Your mouth is slack as you get used to the feeling of fullness; being taken like this by your boyfriends isn't something to take lightly, after all.
''Green,'' you tell them eventually, and with that, Steve sets a slow pace that has all three of you moaning loudly as pleasure courses through your bodies. It doesn't take long for you to fall over the edge of another orgasm; your body was already near the edge from the time Bucky had slid in. With a long, broken moan, you work yourself over their cocks, trying to be the one to set the pace even though you barely have the strength to hold yourself up. 
''Let us do the work, Printsessa; you relax. Just enjoy how we make you feel,'' Bucky says, and you nod. You let yourself sink against him, and Steve slides out to change positions, too, so he can be the one to do most of the work right now. He doesn't mind, and as he slides back in with ease, he almost immediately sets a pace that makes both you and Bucky moan loudly.
''Look at you, Princess, your tight holes are welcoming us so beautifully.You look so perfect between us as we fuck you into oblivion,'' Steve says. You’re so small that your body is now completely covered by both men. Steve can feel himself throb inside you, his orgasm nearing fast now and a glance at Bucky lets him know the other man feels the same. It doesn't take long for them to cum inside you, filling you with every last drop of their cum. Once their breathing returns to normal, they carefully pull out, one after the other.
They shift you so that your back is against Steve's chest at the side of the tub, and Bucky kneels in front of you. His long, skilled fingers untie the knot behind your head with ease, and when the blindfold falls away, you look into his eyes, which are filled with love.
''Welcome back, Printsessa,'' he says before kissing your lips gently. 
After your bath, all three of you step out of the tub, and your boyfriends dry you off before seeing to themselves. Bucky picks you up, towel and all, and carries you to the bed for much-needed cuddles. When he puts you down, he dresses you in a pair of panties and one of his henleys. He grabs a pair of sweatpants for himself while Steve gets the blanket fort ready to celebrate another successful mission.
''We're fortunate to have you as our girlfriend, you know that?'' Bucky says, peppering your face with kisses as you sit sideways on his lap, your fingers tracing the intricate patterns on his Vibranium arm. You're about to say something in return, but Steve walks back in, and you can't help but glance at his abs, his sweatpants hanging below them.
''Who's ready for some blanket fort cuddles?'' Steve asks, and you jump off Bucky's lap, racing toward it. They always allow you to go in first so you can find the most comfortable spot, but they follow you quickly, ready to watch a movie and unwind together. Not a single worry plagues your mind, and the anxieties you felt over the last few weeks have all melted away. They didn't want to get rid of you, after all.
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"Printsessa?" Bucky says as you're curled up in the big armchair in the living room, your Kindle lying on your lap as you read the latest Stephen King novel. You look up at him with a soft smile, which he returns and then walks your way. He crouches in front of you, his metal hand rubbing your knee soothingly and he looks into your eyes with his beautiful blue ones. A wave of warmth runs through your body as you look back at him.
"I want to treat you to a spa day to thank you for everything you do for us. From keeping us safe during missions to being the best, sweetest, caring, and most beautiful girlfriend we could wish for. We're lucky to call you ours, and you deserve a day to relax and let yourself be taken care of," he tells you.
"A-Are you sure? You don't have to do that," you tell him, your hand going to his cheek, your fingers gliding over the stubble. The caress earns you a soft groan as Bucky’s eyes close, allowing the feeling of your fingers to quiet his mind a little bit. He's still feeling bad about how they made you feel, and even though they're trying to do better, they still have a few more things to organize, which is Bucky's ulterior motive for sending you on the spa day.
"I know, but you deserve it, Printsessa. How about this: You make a girls' day of it with Nat and Wanda, and then we'll go out for dinner afterward. Nothing over the top, but we can make it a date night with you, me, and Steve," he offers. You nod in response. It does sound like a good idea.
"Alright, I'll go ask if they have time for a spa day soon," you tell Bucky before getting up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and standing on your tiptoes to reach his mouth for a kiss. As soon as you feel his soft, plush lips on yours, warmth spreads through your veins, and his hands pull you against his body as he deepens the kiss.
His tongue swipes over your upper lip, asking for entrance, which you happily grant before feeling it against yours, moving in unison in a slow, passionate dance. A soft whine escapes your lips as he pulls away, as you don't want this moment to be over yet.
"I think there's someone who would like some attention as well, Printsessa," he whispers in your ear before you see Steve leaning against the doorframe, blocking the way into the living room where you and Bucky are still standing by the armchair, your Kindle long forgotten on the armrest.
You beckon Steve over, and he happily complies. You place your hands on his cheeks, pulling him down to meet you halfway for a kiss in which you're more than happy to take the lead. He follows your motions effortlessly, and when you finally pull away, you have a little difficulty catching your breath as you look into his eyes.
"I love you both so much, but now I'm going to find Nat and Wanda because I have a spa day to plan!" you say before giving each of them a peck on their lips and heading out the living room, on your way to meet your two fellow Avengers. As you turn around to say goodbye, you see that both super soldiers have found their place in the large armchair, having their own moment, and you look at them with adoration, wondering how you got so lucky to have these two super soldiers as your boyfriends.
You're at the nail salon with Natasha and Wanda a week later, deciding what design to put on your nails. Bucky and Steve have told you to get them done however you want, no matter the price, and you decide to go with a set of blue chrome nails. Wanda opts for a red set to match Vision, and Nat goes for sharp, black nails to suit her aesthetic.
When you’re all done, the three of you head to the shops for some clothes.Luckily, you don't have to go far to find the perfect dress to wear to dinner with your boyfriends. In a store window, you see a beautiful black velvet dress that immediately draws your attention, and you decide to go and try it on.
''It fits like a glove!'' you tell both girls as you walk out of the dressing rooms, and their jaws hit the floor as they look at you. You walk out of the store shortly after, not only with the dress but also with a pair of simple black heels to go with it. You're very excited to show Steve and Bucky your new outfit, but they’ll have to wait until just before going to dinner.
''I'm sure you won't make it out of the Compound looking like that. At least you wouldn't if I were your partner,'' Natasha says, giving you a massive boost of confidence. By the time the three of you are heading back to the Avengers Compound, where Bucky and Steve are making the last changes to the proposal, it’s almost 4 pm.
''How're my two favorite super soldiers doing?'' you ask as you walk into the bedroom. They’ve just finished the last necessary arrangements and are sitting on the bed watching an action movie. Steve is between Bucky's legs with Bucky's arms around his waist. His own hands are on Bucky's knees and they melt into each other's embrace. They both look up at you with expressions of adoration as you walk into the bedroom.
''We're doing perfectly now that you're back, Printsessa,'' Bucky says, and Steve nods in agreement. You tell them you're going to get ready for dinner straight away because you want to take your time and make everything perfect. From a dark make-up look to an elegant bun, you pull out all the stops. You finish the outfit with a simple silver necklace, and when it's time to leave for dinner, you meet Steve and Bucky in the living room, where they are waiting for you.
''So, how do I look?'' you ask them as you twirl around, and they practically drool at the sight of you. With a shared look, their plans change; they don't want to wait any longer to ask you to become their wife. They’ll propose to you now, and dinner will be to celebrate getting engaged.
''Princess?'' Steve stretches out his hand, which you take before he pulls you into the living room. Bucky turns on some soft background music on his phone and he fiddles with the ring in his pocket, the other half to the one Steve has in his. They chose matching, stackable rings that fit perfectly together so they could go down on one knee with a ring together.
''Printsessa, Steve, and I are so very fortunate to have you in our lives. We were happy before you met us, but we had never felt this amazing until we met you and you joined our relationship. Our days are brighter because of you, and our missions are less of a burden since we know we will come home to you every single time. Knowing that you're waiting for us is just one more reason for us to fight even harder because we don't want to be away from you any longer than we have to,'' Bucky tells you, and Steve stands beside him.
''I'm going to be honest: both Bucky and myself have done countless stupid things, but asking you to be a part of our lives isn't one of them. I love the traditions we've built together, from the blanket forts after each mission to our weekly dinner dates; we wouldn't change it for the world. We found our soulmate in you, and because of that, we want to ask you something important,'' Steve says.
Both men sink on their knees as you take a small step back, and the small ring boxes open in unison. Disbelief courses through your body at first, but it's true. They are asking you to marry you, and you can't wait for that day to arrive.
''Will you make us the happiest men in the universe and marry us?'' they ask in unison, and a loud laugh escapes you as you nod.
''Yes, of course, I'll marry you guys!'' you say, and they stand up to slide both rings on your finger. They each give you a deep, passionate kiss and then turn to share one with each other. Happiness radiates off all three of you.
''I love you both so much, though if you ever plan anything again, please don't make me feel like you're going to break up with me!'' you told them, and they agree. From here on out, they will do anything to include you whenever possible, and you have never felt more loved in your entire life.
''We love you too, Princess, more than you know,'' Bucky tells you before all three head off to dinner, celebrating the start of the rest of your lives.
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Happy Birthday
Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Steve's deep in a lie. One that he won't be able to recover from. What happens when he finds out you know the truth.
Word Count: 2.3K
Warnings: SMUT, LOTS OF SMUT, and fluff of course. Brat Tamer!Steve, Oral (M Receiving),
AN: Based on a headcanon I read at some point where Bucky threatens to reveal when Steve's real birthday is - I don't think I ever laughed harder! Hope you guys all enjoy! LYYYYYYYYY
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"Hey, Cap," You called to him, walking over as he filed out of the briefing room. He looked up at you and smiled - lifting his hand up to wave. He looked at you suspiciously - your hands were hidden behind your back, clearly holding something.
"Whatcha got for me?" He smirked, "Hopefully not more files?" He added with a slight groan.
"Not at all. Just a little something," You showed him the box, "for your birthday."
Steve chuckled awkwardly, "Thanks sweetheart, but it's not my birthday for a while yet? It's December 12th?"
You smirked evilly, "Ahh but Captain, I discovered something quite interesting the other day. There was a collection of old SSR files found in an old crate and I had the pleasure of having to catalogue it. Most of it was boring but there was a file that caught my eye," Steve's eyes widened, but you continued, "The file of one 'Steven Grant Rogers'. And it surprised me to discover that the great Captain America is a-"
You were cut off by Steve slamming his hand down over your mouth. He looked around wildly, hoping that no one heard, before dragging you outside.
"Where did you find that file?"
"So it's true! Ha!"
"I'm not messing around, sweetheart. Who else knows?"
"No one. For now."
Steve stalked up to you, finger pointed at your chest, "You best keep your mouth shut, sweetheart."
"Or what, Captain, what are you gonna do?" You looked up at him with a mischievous glint in your eye.
"Fuck around and find out."
"Don't tempt me with a good time, Captain."
"Shut your mouth," He growled, his pupils blown with lust.
"Make me."
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You barely made it back to his room before he slotted his lips over yours, hands grasping your face gently. You gasped into his mouth, his nose bumping yours as he pushed you through the door of his apartment.
"Jump," he mumbled against your mouth and you obliged. His hands gripped your thighs as they wrapped around his waist and he nudged the door shut with his toe. All without ever breaking the contact between your lips.
He carried you into the bedroom and dropped you in the center of his bed. He looked down at you like a lion looks at a gazelle, lust-blown eyes raking over your body.
"Just here to stare, Captain? All bark, no bite." It probably wasn't a good idea to provoke the beast, but you were having slightly too much fun watching Captain 'I-never-have-a-hair-out-of-place' Rogers lose his temper.
Steve shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're such a fucking brat," he muttered, a hand dropping to his belt. Your eyes followed his hand, raking over his unfortunately-still-clothed body. "You know what brats like you need? You need to be taught a lesson."
You almost let out a whimper, your cunt pulsing with need. Steve pulled off his shirt and his belt and dropped them on the floor unceremoniously. He climbed over you and crawled over you, his large body pinning you to the mattress.
He laid hands on the top button of your shirt before looking up at you for consent. "Please, Steve."
"See, that wasn't so hard." He began unbuttoning your shirt, laying gentle kisses in his wake. Once it was unbuttoned, he pushed it down your arms and tossed it onto the floor. He unbuttoned your trousers in the same way before pulling them off your legs and tossing them by your shirt.
His eyes raked over your semi-naked form, slowly appreciating every curve and dimple on your body. You smiled shyly - the weight of his gaze was heavy, heavy with adoration.
He flipped you onto your stomach and pulled your hips against his crotch. You could feel the bulge straining in his pants and you let out a moan as it brushed against your sensitive clit.
"Someone's sensitive," Steve said, the smirk evident in his voice.
"Someone's taking a long time to fuck me. Maybe I'll find some other agent to finish the jo-"
Slap. You jolted as Steve laid a hard slap against your ass. Your surprise melted into arousal and you let out another moan. You pushed back against him, letting him know you wanted more.
"You're mine," Steve growled, continuing to slap your ass, alternating between cheeks and pressures, "Mine to tame, mine to fuck. Get it, only mine."
You moaned in response - an enthusiastic yes.
"God, I can smell how wet you are, sweetheart. You like it when I slap you, huh? You like it when I get rough?" You nodded your head, pushing back into Steve again. You hear him chuckle and move away. You whine at the loss of touch, "Cockdrunk already, pretty baby? I haven't even touched you yet."
You heard Steve's zipper and the sound of jeans landing on the floor. You turned to look at him and you looked up at him with wide eyes.
"Impressed, baby?" Even through his boxers, Steve's bulge was impressive. Steve was a well-endowed man and he knew it. "Now come over here and show me how much you want this cock."
You climbed off the bed and sank to the floor in front of him. Your knees hit the solid cold floor and you were now at eye level with his cock. Steve's eyes went wide - clearly, he hadn't been expecting you to do that.
"May I, Captain?" You said, your fingers playing on the waistband of his boxers.
"Fuck yeah, sweetheart." Steve threw his head back as you pushed his boxers down. He was big. Bigger than you’ve had before. Your mouth watered at his size and you leaned forward to give the tip of his cock a little kiss.
Smirking at the way Steve groaned as his cock twitched, you wrapped your hand around his girth and started pumping. Steve threw his head back, his hands finding your hair and making a makeshift ponytail.
Your tongue swiped over the tip of his cock, collecting the pre-cum on your tongue. You took his tip in your mouth, hands still languidly stroking the base of his cock. Your left hand traveled down to play with his balls, gently massaging them. It was music to your ears the way he choked out your name from your actions.
You took him further down your throat, pulling away when you started to gag. You tried again, trying to go further.
"Breathe through your nose sweetheart, that's it," Steve said as you took further down your throat. Your tongue ran over the large vein on the underside of his cock, massaging it as Steve threw his head back in ecstasy. "Fuck, sweetheart. I'm gonna ruin you if you don't slow down."
You smiled, as you pulled away from his cock. "Don’t be afraid to do what you want, Cap." You hummed, "I can handle it."
Steve wrapped your hair around his fist, before guiding your face back down to suck on his cock. He pushed your head all the way down so that your nose was brushing against the trimmed hair at the base of his cock. You gagged around his length and the pressure made Steve let out a loud groan.
"Fuck, just like that, baby, yes," pressure began to build up in his stomach, as you bobbed your head up and down his length, "Keep going baby, don't stop."
Your hand moved back up to his balls, rolling them between your fingers as you kept sucking. The action made his hips stutter, the groan of your name practically coming out as a growl. "I’m not going to last," he choked out, pulling you off his cock and up to standing again.
Your knees felt stiff after so much time on the cold, hardwood floor, that you winced at the sudden movement. Steve caught it.
"Next time, you're using a pillow." You smiled at the thought of a nest time.
He pushed you back on the bed, his mouth latching back onto yours as he kneeled in front of you.
"Can I?" He looked up at you, his beautiful blue eyes shining brightly. His fingers traced the waistline of your underwear, fingers hooking the sides to pull them down,
You frantically nodded yes, and they were gone a second later, your bra following soon after. Steve lifted you up and threw you onto the middle of the bed, his eyes ravenously traveling to your sopping wet cunt. You moaned at the show of strength.
"You like that? Being manhandled like a slut?" You moaned in affirmation.
You gasped at the feeling of Steve's tongue on your pussy. He licked a long, flat stripe up to your clit, flicking it with his tongue. Your hands found their way into his hair and you pulled him up.
"As much as I would love for you to eat me out. I need your cock. In me. Right now."
"Your wish is my command, sweetheart."
You saw him grab a silver foil packet from his nightstand and he ripped it open with his teeth. You watched as Steve rolled the condom down his cock, the cock that was just in your mouth.
"See something you like?" Steve smirked as he caught you staring.
You blushed, "I see a lot that I like," you replied honestly.
Steve's face broke into a huge childish grin and he pulled you closer to him, "Good." That was the only warning he gave you before he hit home, sliding into you gently. He moaned loudly, head tossed back in pleasure as you squeezed him.
You gasped, trying to adjust to his size, "S'big, Stevie. 'S so big hmmm, 'm all - ah - full." you squeaked, a rough growl escaping from his lips at your words.
"Yeah, sweetheart? God, you're so tight. Filling you up to the brim, like a little hole for me to use."
Tears slipped down your face as you tried to adjust to the stretch. He was so big you could feel him everywhere, with every shift of your body, with every breath you took. Steve took your face in his hands, wiping away your tears, "Breathe, sweetheart. Just breathe, yeah?" You nodded, taking a shuddery breath. Steve pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, "You tell me if it gets too much." 
"I need you to move," you whispered. Steve slowly, pulled out and slowly pushed back in. And then again. And then again. Each time he got closer to bottoming out inside of you and you moaned as he pushed further and further.
Eventually, he picked up the pace, falling into a steady rhythm. A steady stream of moans left your lips. He brushed past your G-spot and you swore you saw stars. You were begging for more.
His hips began to snap into you, cock drilling into you so fast that you had fallen silent, mouth stuck in an 'O' shape. The praises falling from Steve's lips were lost on you as the pressure built up in your stomach.
"Steve, 'm not gonna last, Steve, please, 'm gonna cum, 'm gonna - oh my GOD, 'M GONNA CUM, AHHH-" You fell apart all over Steve's cock as he kept up this brutal pace.
Steve followed soon after, cumming with a loud moan of your name before collapsing beside you. You smiled up at him through your post-orgasmic haze, turning to nestle into his arms. He chuckled, laying a light kiss on your forehead, "I have to go take care of this, give me a second."
He laughed as you shook your head, desperately clinging to him tighter. He unraveled himself from you and quickly disappeared into the bathroom to dispose of the used condom.
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Your eyes drifted shut as you waited for him, only to be forced open by something cool touching your inner thigh. You snapped your legs shut, only to find that Steve was holding a wet towel. "Just cleaning you up, sweetheart."
As soon as he was done, Steve pulled one of his t-shirts over your body and bundled you into his arms. At your disapproving grunt, he chuckled.
"Need to put some food in my best girl." He said, placing another kiss on your forehead.
"And then snuggles?" You asked, hopefully.
Steve smiled, "Yeah, sweetheart, then snuggles." He put you down on the cold island in the middle of the kitchen of his apartment and turned around to grab some fruit from the fridge.
The doorbell rang. Steve looked at the door and then the clock on the wall. He clearly wasn't expecting anyone. Both of you stood unmoving - you didn't know exactly what the nature of your relationship was. If it was someone you worked with - which of course it would be - you didn't want to be forced to go public.
Whoever it was was insistent. They banged on the door. "Hey, Punk, open the door." Steve let out a sigh of relief - it was Bucky, his best childhood friend. And also one of the best secret keepers in the compound.
Steve opened the door as you reached over to grab a strawberry. "What do you want, Jerk?" The door opened to Bucky mischievously smiling at Steve. Clearly, the fact that Steve was half-naked didn't bother him.
"Did you forget what today is?"
Steve's face blanched again.
"Happy Birthday, Punk!" Steve tackled a smirking Bucky to the ground. The sight made you burst into laughter, a strawberry held up to your mouth.
The sound made Steve look over at you. The sight of you sitting on his counter in his t-shirt, eating his strawberries made his heart jump. If this was how he got to spend the rest of his birthdays, he'd be a happy man indeed. Even if he had to put up with all your teasing.
fin.
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SKINNY DIPPING- S.G ROGERS
Pairing: Frat! Boyfriend! Steve Rogers x Fem! Reader
Word Count: 2.1k
Summary: you and the gang decide to have a little camping getaway before the summer 'officially' ends. what better way to end it then to go skinny dipping with your hot ass boyfriend?
Warnings: smut implied, teasing, skinny dipping/ nudity obs, swearing, biting, subtle dry humping, petnames, overall SUPER SUPER fluffy and sweet<3
Notes: this is my last 'summer' fic<33 i know the weathers getting a bit colder now, but its always time for skinny dipping hehe
xoxo -claire
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It was faint, at first. A quiet, dull little hum- a pesky fly in your ear.
Pst. Psstt.
You groaned, still trending the waters of slumber as you swatted away at the noise, shooing it off so you could sleep.
Everything seemed louder when you were on the brink of consciousness, each noise seeming to rattle your eardrums. Even your own shallow breath was loud in your ears as you focused on it, now distinct from whatever dream you just had.
Pstttt.
Your hands felt up a blanket that had been draped across your body, tugging its warmth and fuzziness up to your shoulders to bury yourself.
Suddenly, a wetness was stuck on your skin, clinging to you neck. Your eyes shot open in a flash, the soft lighting of the lantern in the corner seeming to blind you as you took in your surroundings.
“Stevie? Did you just lick me?” you murmured sleepily, turning your body over to look up at the blonde golden retriever of a man leaning his head against his hand, a smile evident on his face.
“You weren't waking up.” he shrugged, as if licking you was a perfectly normal, acceptable answer. “So you decided to fucking lick me? You perv!” you groaned, swatting at him blindly as he laughed.
“Your perv tho angel face.” he smiled, fingers walking up your exposed shoulder peaking out from the blankets, kissing the spot gently.
“What time is it anyways?” you whispered, hand reaching out to grab your phone you had left somewhere beside you, squinting against the bright light of the two smiling faces that peered over at you.
Steve had taken your phone that day, snapping a photo of you mid laugh as you were sprawled on his chest, in his sweater he adored on you. You hated your laugh, but he made it look so beautiful in that photo.
He tended to do that with things, it seemed.
1:07am.
“When did I pass out?” you asked, flickers of the night coming back to you slowly. You were draped across Steve's lap at the bonfire, the smoke rising up among the trees to touch the shining stars above.
He was so warm, and smelt so comforting you had wanted nothing more than to pass out in his arms. It had appeared that you followed through with that plan, waking up in your shared tent, the fire now long put out.
“Few hours ago. I carried you back here and tucked my beautiful girl in because I didn't want Bucky and Sams pitiful jokes to wake you from your beauty sleep.”
“God bless.” you murmured softly making him chuckle as you snuggled back into his arm, tossing your phone back aside. You shut your eyes, a deep sigh escaping your lips as you snuggled closer to your boyfriend, his warmth providing heat like a furnace.
It was cold at night, but you weren't complaining. The summer this year had been constantly hot, each day feeling like you were gravitating closer and closer to the big ball of flames in the sky.
The only issue with the tent though, was when the morning came- it'd be weltering. Your throat would be dry and scratchy, the air stuffy as you'd squint against the light beating on the tarp, the bugs buzzing trying to get in through the closed zipper.
The joys of camping, you supposed.
“What are ya doin?” his gentle voice asked as you closed your eyes, bones like jelly as you felt yourself nearly slip back into slumber.
“Whatda mean what am I doing? Sleeping, obviously.” you mumbled, trying to discreetly sniff his cologne, its calming scent mixing with the smell of campfire smoke.
“No, no we’re going swimming silly. Remember?” he cooed, hand stroking small circles on your back, something he knew you adored.
“Don't pull that on me Rogers. We did not agree to go swimming at 1 in the morning.” you groaned, knowing you weren't getting out of this. You could try at least.
“I know we didn't, but I did. So… please?” You laughed, smacking him softly. “You're so good at convincing me baby. Please? That's it, that's your all?”
He sighed, a fake pout etched into his face. “Oh please my dear lady, may I have the pleasure of this swim?”
“Improvement.” you muttered, making him chuckle. “I don't have a bathing suit on my person, and I don't have the energy to look for one. It's dark, and it's cold and I’m tired.” you huffed, draping your body across his under the blankets you shared in an attempt to get him to stay on the comfort of your air mattress before it sank.
“Skinny dipping honey. You really think I’d want you to cover that beautiful body up? And we use body heat, stop your complaining.” he teased, planting kisses to your skin as you groaned.
You sat up, legs straddling his toned chest as the blanket fell around your thighs like a cloak, the cold air biting at you from the tent's thin walls. You shivered, goosebumps raising on your skin.
“Arms up.” he whispered, a sparkle in his eye. He had won, the bastard.
You stuck your tongue out at him, obeying as you lifted them, his helpful hands guiding (his) soft, football sweater- throwing it to the ground.
“Beautiful..” he murmured, mesmerized as he took you in like it was his first time seeing you. It never failed to make you giddy, excitement blossoming in your chest as it rose steadily.
Warmth sparked across your body as his fingers traced your body, cupping your breasts, thumbs toying with your nipples as you squirmed.
“Don't tease.” you groaned softly, not wanting to wake the neighboring tents.
“M’not teasing. I’m just enjoying.”
“Same thing Stevie.” you giggled, hips rolling against his as his hands gripped your hips, feeling his bulge through the pajama pants.
“Fuck if you keep doin that I’m not gonna be able to swim honeybuns.” he sighed, lower lip tucked between his teeth as you glided your fingertips against the ridges of his abs, his skin soft to the touch.
“That's my plan.” you smiled softly, squealing as he sat up suddenly, nipping at your arm. “Choose a backup one.”
You laughed, hand covering your mouth to stifle the noise as he swept you up in his arms, crouching and muttering complaints as he stumbled over various items scattered across the tent, his head bumping into the tarps ceiling.
It was getting harder and harder to hold back your giggles as he struggled to unzip the tent, playfully pinching you as you teased him. Finally, you gave in- helping him unzip the tent, the cold air hitting you like a freight train the second the door fluttered open.
“Stevie it's fucking cold!” you whined, clinging onto him even tighter.
“And you're hot.” he smirked, making his way around the now put-out fire and empty beer cans, the faint sound of Bucky and Sam's snores following the to of you as you made your way to the water.
“I hate you.”
”You love me.”
The two of you bickered as he carried you on the path through the forest, fireflies and the moonlight bursting through the clouds illuminating his way.
Twigs snapped under his feet, echoing against the trees as the little lake appeared in sight, the sound of frogs croaking drowning out his ample teasing.
“If you keep wiggling like that I’ll throw you in. You know I will.” he threatened, your sudden fear making you still in his arms as he finally set you down.
You crossed your arms, staring at your boyfriend as he motioned for you to remove your shorts. “Oh so now I gotta get naked first?! But this was your idea!” You snorted, gesturing the same motion to him.
“Your tops already off.” he tilted his head, getting more impatient by the minute. But he wouldn't let you win. Steve was stubborn like that sometimes.
Didn't mean you wouldn't try though.
“Yours is off too.”
“It was never on in the first place sweetcheeks.”
You sighed, closing your eyes in defeat as you started shimmying off your bottoms, the little warmth they provided to your thighs now gone as they hit the sandy beach floor.
He smiled, letting out a whistle. “Hot damn.”
“Its nothin you haven't seen before. Now get naked before I throw you in.” You rolled your eyes.
“Yes ma’am.” he mock saluted, face stern and serious you couldn't help but giggle as he followed suit, stripping down to nothing. You noticed the goosebumps form on his skin, golden hair standing on edge as you neared him.
He was beautiful. So beautifully sculpted, like the god's had molded him from clay with their bare, angelic hands. He seemed to glow and shimmer, his aura warm and soothing as his large arms wrapped around you once more.
You would never get over how good it felt to have skin-to-skin contact with him. Something you never really received as a child. It was intimate and special, regardless of what you were doing.
“What's that look for?” he murmured gently, hand cupping your face as his thumb rubbed your cheek softly.
“What look?”
“The look you're giving me right now. Where you look like you're under a trance.” he smiled, thumb dragging across your bottom lip, giving it a little tug. “Cause I am. You're beautiful.” you confessed, still feeling a tinge of shyness creep up upon you despite dating him for years.
“Awh. Cute.”
A scream left your lips as you felt your body suddenly being tossed in the air like one of Steve's footballs at practice, soaring in the sky before the cold, frigid water hit your bare skin.
A chill seeped through your bones, freezing you as you blew bubbles out your nose to breathe, paddling to break the surface.
“YOU ASSHOLE!” you shrieked, sputtering on cold, bitter water as you wiped the wet hairs from your face. He laughed from his warmer, (and drier) spot upon shore, slowly making his way out in the water.
You watched his teeth clench the farther he made his way out to you, and you wanting nothing more than to dump him under just so he’d know how it'd feel.
“Yeah? It's fucking cold isn't it prick?” you raged, splashing the freezing water on him. “Alright alright I’m sorry! I’m so sorry honey.” he laughed, hands blocking his face from your angry splashes, scooping you up in his arms.
“You're so mean to me.” you whimpered, wrapping your body around his, lips moving against his neck. His chuckle shoke your body, making you hold onto him tighter, scoffing.
“I’m sorry for throwing you in okay? You can do whatever you want back to me.” he reassured, swaying you back and forth like a newborn babe in his arms, the water rippling in the moonlight with each movement.
You smirked at his words, tongue darting out to lick a droplet of water that dripped down from his soaked hair. “Did you just lick me?”
“Paybacks a bitch.” you sang, a purr rumbling in your throat as his hand caressed your lower back, rubbing it soothingly in patterns you could follow and trace in your mind.
His skin tasted sweet as you nibbled on it with teeth, the sounds of his breathing hitch and skip making you smirk.
“Do ya think anyone else is coming for a swim?” you asked, knowing your scream sent the birds flying from their nests, most likely waking the boys who were fast asleep in their tents when you left.
“Maybe. But I call digs on you if they do.” Steve replied, in his ever so teasing manner. “We should be okay though sweetheart. We’ll just stay quiet from now on- yea?”
You nodded in agreement, nails lingering on the water droplets. There was a heat rising to your belly, spreading through your veins as he held you, kissing your skin as you did to his.
His lips were soft and plump as they nuzzled your skin, a low moan leaving you as he nibble gently.
“Shhh. Quiet.” he whispered, the sounds of the toads removing their croaking, the crickets going back to their chirping filling the air once more.
Steve had carried you to where it was shallow enough for you to touch, toes brushing the cold, wet sand that darted between your toes as you sank onto its cushions. You slipped your hand down, dipping under the water to stroke his v line.
“Careful honey.” he groaned, knowing exactly where the gears in your head were turning.
You just smiled, glad you had decided to go swimming after all.
Very, very glad.
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Rectify-Misunderstandings
Steve Rogers/Reader
*I'm kinda in love right now with writing an overprotective or grumpy Steve and a reader who keeps him on his toes. So expect more.
Summary: Steve doesn’t know how to tell you he loves you, so he overcompensates by being overprotective not realizing the impact it’s having on you.
On the ride home, all Steve did was yell at you. Well, not really yelling perse, but he was obviously irritated. You were sitting in the passenger seat, arms crossed, head turned towards the window, eyes glassy the more he spoke.
There wasn’t more than anything you didn’t like than being yelled at. You always took it hard, and you didn’t want to start crying in front of him, so you sucked it up. You’d gone out with a couple of friends, and while you didn’t intend to at first, you went along as one of them was going through a rough breakup and needed a night out.
There was nothing more embarrassing and humiliating than your man literally manhandling you out like some caveman and hoisting you over his shoulder. His apparent attitude with you was that there was some crazed maniac on the loose that was targeting clubs just like the one you were in and just choosing random people to target. He’d been spotted in the general area not too long before Steve came to pick you up, and literally two blocks over was a lockdown for a local neighborhood.
You just didn’t know all this was going on, and Steve was currently going in on you about being aware of your surroundings and that you should be paying attention more. Lately, he’s been like this, always getting on you for the smallest things. You’re not sure if he noticed your silence, and if he did, he didn’t comment on it. Your bottom lip was wobbling by the time he pulled into the compound. Anytime he got on you, you felt like he was just done. Always telling you not to do this or that. And while you were understanding some of the reasoning behind his small (sometimes large tangents), he was sometimes harsh. There wasn’t a time this week that he hasn’t gotten on you about one thing or another and it’s seemed to be a constant issue over the last few weeks in general.
You were really feeling it tonight. His agitation, which only fueled your feelings of frustration. It’s like he didn’t trust you to do anything or go out on your own. And when you were frustrated, you had the habit of crying. You knew some of the team could see it all over your face when the two of you walked in from the parking garage, Natasha passing you a concerned glance as your eyes were so watery, she was sure you couldn’t see in front of you.
You went straight on without a word to Steve’s area of the compound, making your way into the small apartment-like space, barely closing the door before Steve was behind you once more.
Steve….as much as you cared about him, and loved him, he was difficult.
Steve wasn’t necessarily oblivious to your reactive state, but he wasn’t too concerned about it either, his mission to get his point across. Sometimes he forgot that you were young and lively, and this is what women in your generation did.
As lovable as Steve was, he was also stupid.
The problem was, Steve didn’t know how to say it or show you, and he thought the best way of saying I love you was to keep you close, even if not done by the best means. He didn’t realize just yet how heavy and hard you’ve been taking his words and how it’s been making you feel. He since stopped talking at you by the time you emerged from your shower, not having said a word to him since.
Steve thought you had another attitude with him, and while he showered, at least sensing that you didn’t want any type of physical contact, you were making up the couch to sleep on it.
It would’ve been logical for you to just tell him how much it actually bothers you and hurts your feelings when he treats you like this, but you knew the moment you’d try, you’d start getting choked up and would be unable to articulate what you were trying to say.
Right now, neither of you understood one another on certain things, this being one of them. While you’re feeling much like a burden right now, to him, you’re his world and he’s having a problem telling you that, so he shows that in other ways, not really understanding it’s being more counterproductive. When he did emerge from the shower and much calmer than before, he found you already fast asleep on the couch, curled up against the pillow.
Guilt slightly festers in him as he realizes he may have been a little too harsh with you, and he watches you briefly before lifting you from the couch. Usually when he picked you up, you were sound asleep, and as he laid you down in the middle of the bed, you were moving to the edge, curling back into a ball and settling back down. He’s tempted to get in behind you and pull you close to him so he could hold you, but he gathered the feeling that you didn’t want to be bothered.
Rectify – Misunderstandings
The following days were somewhat tense, and it dawned on Steve that he may have gone too far.
He was just stepping out of the shower, eyes following you as you walked past him. “I’m going to pick up some things from the store, that alright?” You call over your shoulder, grabbing the list off the fridge. His brows are raising slightly as you’re looking at him as if waiting for his okay. While the two of you usually when grocery shopping together, he understood you probably wanted some space. He was just confused on why you were asking him to go. “I-yeah. Do you want me to come with you?” You’re shrugging, leaning against the counter. “Up to you,” You murmur, and he’s tilting his head slightly.
The trip to the store felt very tense, the car ride there, in the store itself, and on the way home. The two of you barely said a word to each other, and while Steve followed you around like a lost puppy no less, he did realize that he may have royally fucked something up. Bad. “Do you want some help?” He’s asking as he’s placing the bags on the counter, watching you closely as you shake your head. “It’s fine. I’ve got it,” Even your voice had no….expression to it. You weren’t annoyed or mad…as far as he could tell.
He leaves you to make dinner, not sure of what to do with himself as he was usually helping you or playing around with you in the kitchen.
The closer to dinner time it came, the closer Steve was to crawling up the walls. He’s never gone this long without touching you, or kissing you, even brushing against some part of you, and not even sexually. He was used to kissing you good morning, used to holding you at night, used to hearing you laugh or show him some stupid video from social media because you thought it was funny.
He became even more concerned throughout the night that after cooking, you weren’t hungry. You went to shower and by the time he finished eating and putting dishes away, you were already in bed, to the edge and hugging that pillow to you. When he heard your sniffle as he walked past, he knew he had to fix things. Only problem was, he didn’t know how.
•••••
This definitely wasn’t like the time where you were irritated with him and teasing him. You were giving him the silent treatment for a reason this time. It’s been at least three whole days where he hasn’t showered with you, ate breakfast with you, gone anywhere with you. Nothing. He didn’t know how to bring whatever the issue was up, and you took his silence as some affirmation that you probably get on his nerves to a point where you were this constant thing he had to watch. You felt like if you spoke, you’d start crying and you weren’t sure if he’d care all that much, especially surrounding the situation as a whole.
Your friends had been calling you for the last few days to go out, and Steve knew you were one to be a social creature, and when you declined, he was 100% sure that he made things way worse than they needed to be. He wasn’t sure how to ease into it with you. You could do the things you wanted; you were not his prisoner. He just wanted you to be safe. It was nearing mid-evening one night, and you were getting ready for bed. He was leaning against the door frame, literally aching both physically and emotionally as he looked at you. “You should go out…” He murmurs, crossing his arms over his chest. You’re glancing over at him, and he can actually see your tired expression, and your hurt one.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
You’re shaking your head, pulling back the covers, “Why? So you can yell at me again?” You whispered it soft enough to imply you were speaking to yourself, but of course he heard, and it causes him to wince. As he opens his mouth to talk to you about it and his feelings, you were speaking, louder this time. “No it’s okay. I’m tired,” He’s frowning, walking further into the room, making the bed back up on his side. “Please go. Get out,” He’s seeing your quick expression of disbelief, and he realizes the way he said it came off different than he intended. “No. No. Not like that…I mean go out and have some fun. Please. They miss you,” Your wary glance would have been humorous if not for his realization of the strife he’s caused.
Hours after you left, Steve was sitting in the common area, frowning at the glare Natasha was giving him. “Just say it Nat,” He mumbles, sighing when she came to sit next to him. “Every offense when I say this, you’re a jackass,” He sighs, leaning his head back. “I know,” “Do you? Poor girl was about to burst straight into tears when the two of you came in the other night. I can feel the tension rolling off the both of you. Have you talked to her?” Steve is shaking his head, looking down at his lap. “I want to, but she looks…a little upset when I talk to her,” Natasha is scoffing, settling beside him.
“Wonder why when she’s probably thinking every time you open your mouth, you’re gonna yell at her,” He’s groaning, placing his head in his hands. “I’m not mad at her. I just want to make sure she’s safe out there,” “It’s the world Steve. Even we aren’t safe. I think she understands that if she’s not, she knows who to call. She knows you’ll be there in a heartbeat. She’s a big girl,” He’s glancing over at her, shaking his head once more. “I know. I just…I love her Nat. She’s everything to me and I don’t want to lose her,” She’s humming, giving him a stern expression, lips pursed. “I’d make that clear to her before you do. She’s quiet for a reason. I’ve heard how she goes back and forth with you, but when a woman is quiet Steve, that’s not a good sign. Where is she again?”
“I told her to go out and have fun. Do you think she’ll leave?” She’s raising a brow at him. “On one hand, I don’t think so, but on the other, you just told her to have fun after arguing or silently arguing for days. If I were her, I’d think you’re pushing me away from the relationship as you don’t want to deal with me,”
Fuck.
“I’d go track her down to be fair,”
Rectify – Misunderstandings
Steve didn’t have to track you down as you were pulling into the parking garage when he was stepping out. The headlights shined on him as he stood there, face set into a frown. You were thinking the worse at this point, unsure if you could take it if he yelled at you again. He’s the one that told you to go out. You let the lights shine on him for a second, taking in his sweats and tee. Turning off the lights, you turn off the car, taking in a deep breath as you stared at him. He was walking to the drivers side door and opening it, squatting down to meet you at eye level before you could step out. You’re not seeing his stern and icy gaze for once, and it causes your eyes to start to water.
“Did you have a good time?” He asks softly, and you start to shrug before you shake your head. “No,” You’re sniffling afterward, looking away from him then, his hand cupping your face so you could meet his gaze once more. “Am I a burden to you?” You’re asking, and the question takes him off guard. Is that how he’s made you feel? Like you’re some chore? “No. Never,”
“It feels like it. I can’t do anything without you yelling at me o-or just being aggravated with me, and you didn’t seem to care about the other night…” You were talking faster the more you felt the heaviness in your chest that led to crying. “And you’re a-always yelling at me. Do you know how embarrassing it was for you to drag me out of there like some child that can’t be trusted? You…I…” You were now starting to cry, trying to breathe and talk at the same time,
Steve has never seen you look this upset, and it causes his own eyes to water. He’s this close to losing you. He could feel it. He doesn’t know how to apologize to you. Verbally. To say the right words. Because I’m sorry was not enough. You deserved more than that. He helps ease you from the car, cradling your face with his own as he bends to kiss you, putting every ounce of emotion he can behind it.
•••••
I love you was better than any I’m sorry.
Steve used the late hours and early morning to ensure you understood that, to tell you he was sorry and that he loves you more than anything in this world. Your eyes were still teary-eyed but for different reasons as he looked up at you from his position on the bed, slowly piping out the most beautiful noises from your mouth, your quivering frame only held steady by his hands. You were leaning over him, not able to support your weight any longer, and he’s holding you to him, hands locking around your waist as he mumbles into your ear that he promises never to hurt you like this again. Never to make you feel anything less than special and important to him.
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kaunis-sielu · 2 years
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Doggos
You loved your dog, your golden retriever named Blue but sometimes you could swear that he was a shit just for the hell of it. He’s been driving you absolutely up the wall today. First he’d woken you up far too early, on a weekend acceptable get up time was after 9:30 but apparently Blue had decided that 8:15 was late enough and you’d woken to a slobbery lick to your face. Honestly, pretty gross.
Then he’d barked through almost your entire shower, which was rude but not as rude as him trying to actually get in the shower with you.
Then he’d wanted to play, you’re pretty sure that he took out every single toy in his toy basket and dropped them at your feet while you tried to make breakfast. You’d tripped over them more than once and stubbed a toe on one of the bones.
“Okay. Oh my god you adorable pain in the ass. Let’s go to the dog park.” You tell him and he bounds to his leash. You tug your shoes on then put on his harness and clip the leash to it. Then it’s off to the dog park you go, Blue doesn’t pull too much just enough where you walk at almost a jog to get you to the dog park.
Once you’re inside the fenced area you let him off the leash and he takes off running. You follow at a slower pace but Blue always comes back to check in with you before running off again.
At one point Blue finds another golden retriever and come sprinting over to you barking happily. The other dog flings themself against your legs nearly toppling you to the ground. You laugh as you bury your fingers in their fur.
“Lib! I’m so sorry.” A male voice calls, you look up and are astounded by the man in front of you. He’s gotta be a model or something, sandy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a blue workout shirt that clings to his torso like a second skin and a pair of dark blue workout pants.
“It’s fine.” You tell him with a smile, “what’s their name?”
“Steve.” He says and you’re confused, you could’ve sworn he called the dog Lib.
“How old is he?”
“What?”
“Your dog.” You say as you watch the two chase each other around.
“She, Libby is 3.”
“Oh sorry, I thought you said your dog’s name was Steve.”
“Oh. Um no I’m Steve.” He says and you glance up at him with a smile, his ears are turning red and god it’s adorable. You introduce yourself,
“And that is Blue.” You tell him, “He’s also 3. He just turned 3 last week.”
“No way,” Steve sounds surprised, “So did Libby. On Tuesday.”
“What? Blue too! Could they be from the same litter?”
“Totally possible, I got her from Nebula.”
“Me too!” You’re stunned, you’ve just found Blue’s sister and her super hot dad. “No wonder they get along so well.”
“We should trade numbers. So we can meet up here and let them play more often. If you’re comfortable with that.” He adds quickly.
“That would be great.” You tell him before digging your phone out of your pocket. You unlock it and pass it to him as he passes you his phone then you type in your name and number before handing it back.
You let Blue and Libby play for over an hour before you say goodbye to Steve and head home.
He texts you on Thursday.
You wanna meet up at the dog park this weekend?
You check your calendar before texting back what time you’re able to and he sends back a thumbs up emoji.
While the dogs play you talk, you get to know him and fall hard. You’ve been meeting for over two months when you get caught in a storm. You invite Steve back to your house since you’re closer and when you get back you let both dogs into the house first. Thankfully you’d closed the mud room door so when they both shake it’s not the worst thing in the world.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry.” Steve says and you laugh.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got some towels and we can towel them down,” you glance up at him and see he’s drenched so you know you probably are too. “Then we can towel us down.”
“Sounds good.” He gives you a smile and you grab a couple of your dog towels, you toss him one and start rubbing down Blue. You finish by wiping his paws and then throw the towel into the sink before grabbing towels for you and Steve.
“Thanks Darlin’.” He says with a smile and your heart stops with the way Darlin’ rolled off his tongue. You didn’t know one word would completely floor you.
“Do you want me to see if I have anything to change into? I’m gonna change.”
“Maybe just a shirt?”
“Sure, I should have a sweatshirt or something, just toss your stuff into the dryer.” You tell him opening the door, “make yourself comfortable.” You tell him as you make your way through the house to your room. You change then dig in your closet for something you think will fit Steve. You find one of your dad’s sweatshirts that you’d stolen years ago and figure it’ll do fine. When you go back out into the main part of your house you freeze, god he’s cut like a fucking Greek god.
“I think this should fit.” You tell him handing him the sweatshirt before throwing your own wet clothes into the dryer with his and turning it on.
When you turn around you catch Steve staring at you. You can feel your heart pounding as he moves slowly toward you.
“Darlin’ can I kiss you?” He whispers when he’s only a step away, you nod. His lips descend on yours as his fingers delve into your wet hair. It’s exactly what you’d hoped it would be, he sends goosebumps along your flesh and you moan softly into the kiss giving him access to your mouth.
The bark causes you to rip away from him. Both Libby and Blue are staring at you with wagging tails and tongues hanging out of their mouths.
“Excuse you.” Steve says not letting you go, “but we’re a bit busy here. Go play.” Neither dog moves and you laugh softly into his chest.
“A plus listeners we’ve got here.” You laugh, “Blue, go away.” You tell him and with a huff he turns and goes to his bed.
“That’s handy.” Steve says before snapping and pointing from Libby to the bed where Blue is. She too huffs and makes her way over to the bed and curls up with Blue.
“Now,” Steve murmurs, “Where were we?”
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miserable-sarah · 1 year
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Impressive 18+
Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader Warnings: Smut, NSFW, rough Steve, Dom!Steve Summary: You and Steve go on a mission together, he's impressed with you but doesn't want to admit it.
"Captain on your six" You say, catching his attention. He does his normal super soldier moves.
"4 down"
"I got 3 down"
"One more" He loves to make things a competition even though he doesn't admit it. You run trying to find the last guy, you want to beat Steve there. You see the guy in front of you and jump on his back taking him down. Steve comes and finishes the job.
"Hey! I had him." you say to him huffing.
"I just helped." He shrugs
"Mhm, helped your ego" You smirk, he just looks away, smiles, and chuckles, knowing he's caught. You get on the jet waiting for Steve to come on. You're not sure if Steve trusts you or likes you. He's always on you and he's always taking your men or women down. He makes you feel like you're not good enough and that you just need to be babysat.
"You okay?" Steve asks, taking his seat up front.
"Yeah." You say quickly. You sit on the bench looking at your hands and arms making sure you have no marks on you.
"You sure?"
"Yeah" You fake smile at him.
~
You finally get back to the compound, Steve has been hounding you for hours on the ride. It's not even a big deal but now he's really getting on your nerves. You walk in, no one is around they all must be out on missions. You walk into the meeting room and Steve is behind you.
"Are you sure, because now you seem mad."
"Steve! I'm fine!" You snap.
"Don't shout at me." Steve says stepping towards you, you back up.
"You're not listening"
"You're not telling the truth." He towers over you, you go to push him but he grabs your wrists and holds them against the wall. His body is so close to being pressed up against yours that your mouth gets dry. "So, tell the truth"
"You hover over me and never let me celebrate my wins" You stare into his eyes. "I'm either bad or really good and you don't like it"
"Is that what you think?" He chuckles. He bends down to eye level, studying your features. He leans in close and whispers in your ear "You're just that bad" You get hands free and push him back against the table. He snickers and flips you so you're against the table.
"Steve" You struggle to get free, his body is pressed against you and his hands hold your arms down.
"I like it better when I'm in control." He smirks at you. You look at his eyes then his lips. You push yourself forward, he stops you. "I said, I like it better when I'm in control." He kisses you, smashing his lips on yours. You instantly moan in the kiss, you kiss him back. Your mouths are moving, your tongues fighting for dominance but you're giving it to Steve.
Steve puts his hands on your butt and lifts you up onto the table. You spread your legs and let him move closer to you. You tug at the bottom of his shirt and he takes it off. You look at his body in awe. You've seen it before and fantasized moments like this in your mind. You never thought you'd be here. He lifts up your shirt causing you to pay attention.
"I guess you like what you see" He teases you. You don't say anything, you unhook your bra letting it fall, you lay back on the table letting Steve take your jeans off along with your thong. You sit up on your elbows and watch him unbuckle his pants. He pulls you by your ankles making you get lower on the table. His large hands run over the curves of your body. "I always thought you were so perfect." he says softly. You look at his perfect face, his perfect teeth, his perfect jawline, his perfect eyes, and he's calling you perfect. "Well, until I saw you fight." Your jaw drops. You kick him back and he stumbles.
"Why would you say that? Especially right now?" You shake your head grabbing your clothes "God, I'm so stupid" Steve doesn't say a thing. He blocks the door, his frame is much bigger than yours and you know he can take you down. "Steve, move"
"No." He stands there shirtless with loose fitting pants. You just want to fuck him but you're trying to stand your ground. "Make me." He smirks. asshole. You try to move him but it's no use, Steve lifts you up pushing you against the door, your legs are wrapped around his waist, he kisses and nibbles at your neck. You throw your head back and moan.
"You've always wanted me, I can tell." He whispers in your ear. You shiver at his voice, he's right. You always have wanted him, even when he makes you so mad you just want to rip his clothes off.
"You're right" You say breathless.
"I'm always right." He moves back to the table laying you down. He leans over top of you, his hand dances around your clit. You tense up waiting for some real connection. His finger slips inside you, you let out another moan. You're not trying to be so desperate but it's been a while and you've been thinking about this for a very long time. He smirks at you and enters another finger. He pumps his fingers inside you, you arch your back. "So wet already"
"Steve" You moan, you just want to feel him inside you.
"Yes?" He asks cocky, knowing what you're going to say.
"Please, fuck me." You beg. Steve removes his hand from you and takes his pants off with his boxers. You gasp at his size not expecting him to be so big.
"Think you can take it?" he asks half seriously. You nod your head yes. "Good girl" He says lining himself up "I might not be able to hold bac-"
"Steve! Please!" You are cut off by yourself screaming, he slammed into you with no warning. Your nails dig into his forearms. He hisses at you but keeps going. He leans down and gives you a sloppy kiss, your fingers pull at his hair, he rests his forehead on yours looking into your eyes, watching the pleasure on your face.
"You're being such a good girl taking me" He says to you softly.
You let out a loud moan "Steve" you say, his words are making you feel 10x better.
"What baby, can't handle it?" He coos at you, almost making fun of you. You pull him in for another kiss, he speeds up going harder. He snakes his arms around your waist and picks you up. He slams into over and over. He groans and moans along with you. You can't believe this is happening right now. You never thought this would happen. Steve slams you against the wall making you gasp, you're pretty sure there's a dent in it now.
"Fuck Steve" you throw your head against the wall. Steve squeezes your cheeks.
"You feel so good, I want to cum inside you. I'm going to do that okay?" He nods his head with you. "Are you going to cum for me?" you nod your head and he lets go. Steve's hand finds your clit and fingers start rubbing you. You're taken over with pleasure, he's whispering dirty things in your ear, you can feel your body tense up and you clench around him. "Are you gonna cum baby? Hmm?"
"Yes, Steve" You moan out, he picks up his pace, his forehead is covered in sweat, he is so focused on what he's doing it makes him even hotter. He watches you, you close your eyes, your legs start to shake and you groan loudly. "Fuck!" you squeal as he continues to rub your clit and thrust into you. "Steve!" you squeal again, your whole body is taken with pleasure it's too much. "Please, stop" you wiggle around trying to get out of his grip but it's useless. Steve chuckles darkly and removes his hand, he puts you back on the table and contuines fucking you. You lay there trying to catch your breath.
"I'm going to fill you up" He grunts, his thrusts get sloppier and slower. You feel him cum inside you, you let out another moan. Steve thrusts a few more times, he stops and stays inside you. He rests his forehead on yours, breathing heavy.
"I told you" He says
"Told me what?"
"You couldn't handle it." He chuckles kissing your forehead , he gets up and puts his clothes back on, he helps you with yours, since your entire body feels like jell-o.
You hear people chatting, you know some of the others are back. You and Steve run out of that room into one of the bedrooms. ~
You walk downstairs and see Nat sitting there drinking coffee.
"New mission?" She asks
"Oh, no. The one with Steve was enough."
"You know he's only like that because he hates that you're so good. None of us babysit you when we're out there"
"He always wants to be in control" You mumble.
"What are you talking about?" Steve walks in the kitchen joining you Nat, you clear your throat thinking of last night.
"Uh, hey" Tony walks in "guys just remember we have servalnce all over this building." He glares at you and Steve, your eyes widened and you feel embarrassed all throughout your body.
"Ooh what happened?" Nat asks with a smile
"We need a new table is what happened" Tony walks away shaking his head.
You look at Steve who shrugs with a smirk.
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gracescor3 · 4 months
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Hi there. Saw you were looking for requests so I do have a couple which I'll put in separate asks.
First one being steve rogers x reader. Reader has seen the tiktok booktok boyfriend lean against the doorframe trend and asks Steve to do it. He doesn't know what it's about (maybe even does it unconsciously before she asks) but makes it look really cute/sexy and she melts and its all fluffy and cute.
Booktok door lean
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
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Warnings: Kissing ; Waist Grab ; Reader Freaking out (in a good way) ; Fluff ; Cuteness ; Steve being hot ;
Summary: Your boyfriend does the BookTok door lean trend
You scrolled through your phone and suddenly came across a video with the caption, ‘Having my husband try the BookTok door lean trend.’ As you watched the video you had an idea to get Steve to do it.
You got up and walked to the nearest door frame. “Babe!” You called for your boyfriend.
As foot steps became closer you got more excited, “What’s up?” He asked as he placed his forearm on the doorway and leaned on it making his shirt barley able to contain his muscles. He moved to where his face was hovering just above yours and you looked up.
Your cheeks burned as they turned a deep shade of red. You smiled and laughed nervously as you bent over, silently freaking out.
“Are you okay?” Steve laughed as he grabbed your waist slightly and helped you steady yourself.
You stood up and smiled wider. “Y-Yeah I’m fine-“ You gushed and tried to hide your arousal.
Steve smirked and moved his arm from your waist to the side of your face.
“You like this don’t you?” He spoke softly and moved closer to your face until your lips were practically touching.
You nodded slightly and he looked into your eyes before bringing you in for a kiss.
Your mouths moved together as if they were dancing. You moaned slightly as he dipped his tongue into your mouth.
He moved away from your lips making you whine. He smirked and backed up. “Now that I know you like that, maybe I’ll do it more often.” He teased and you watched as he walked away your mouth agape and your cheeks still red.
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