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neonovember · 2 years

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steve rogers as a husband headcanon!

things about husband!steve that just makes sense

steve isn’t big on pda, thinks affection should be something private, he’s old school like that, there are some exceptions however, some very fun ones

even though he might be abit of an aversion to pda, steve will make sure that you know he’s just there

whether it be holding your hand, or his palm guiding you through a big crowd, he always feels a need to keep you at arms length.

steve is extremely protective of you..like bordering on possessiveness. he’ll even go as far are ignoring his own morals to make it sure, that people know his yours. It’s just that you’re the one thing that ever really grounds him back to earth, in moments where he gets lost in time and memories from before

“Hey I’m just saying, if you ever get bored of popsicle here, the iron suit is ready for you” Tony smirks, his legs perched against the coffee table. The Avengers are scattered around the tower's living room, half drunk and the other half trying to. You feel Steve’s grip on your waist tighten, and from the corner of your eye, you notice his orbs turning a ink-black. He leans across to Tony, whispering into his ear, the words falling out of his mouth like wine and into Tony. Tony’s eyes bludge comically, his throat bops as he swallows, nodding along to whatever Steve was saying, looking at you. Steve smiles, into his ear, it’s eerie, the way his canines glint under the high ceiling lights. You wish to the gods that you were given Bucky’s hearing but without a second, as if you had dreamt it in front of you, Steve is back beside you, only this time you feel his fingers slip between your thighs.

for some reason, I don’t get the whole “Steve being a horrible cook” trope, I genuinely think he’s an amazing cook and BAKER! that man can bake a mean batch of cookies

steve loves loves loves, calling you mrs rogers, or his wife. the first time he said it was well before you both uttered your vows, he just knew. oh and if you call him your husband? poor man will probably be hard for the rest of the day

steve has a breeding kink. we all know this, it’s practically attached to his file along with super soldier. but what most people don’t know is that he fucking lovess when you’re pregnant, it’s like senses go on overdrive until all he breathes, thinks and eats ;) is you.

steve has this fear of abandonment, mostly because he was, by his own country for a century. It seeps into his relationships, you’ll see if when he comes home from long missions and it’s as if he’s walking on eggs shells. His shoulders are tense and his holding his breath as if he’s just waiting to find the house bare and empty and your belongings gone. He gets really sensitive then, all murmurs and soft kisses and just holding you to remind himself you’re here.

there will absolutely be a time where steve fucks over the kitchen sink. the dirty dishes left abandoned (should I write this?)

steve can get a little anxious, and so his wedding band is something he’ll ALWAYS play with, he’ll twist its around his finger as a kind of reminder.

you love to tease him by bringing him lunch at the compound, wearing one of those sun dresses he adores because it gets him so. fucking. hard. He wont ever tell you though, just have to deal with it until he can get home, and by then you already panty less and on your knees waiting for him.

steve will probably force you to train with him, even if you can kick ass, he’ll pull a fitzgerald and force those trainers on you. poor boy is just scared that something will happen to you when his not there, plus, seeing you fight kinda turns him on. (just like anything else you do really)

Steve’s really bad at technology, we all know this, but he absolutely will try to learn how to use a phone so he can send you texts and updates throughout the day. he’ll take random pics of tony and sam when their not looking, take some Facebook mom ass selfies, take pictures of things he wants to draw and ask you if they’d look nice, he’s mind just constantly finds it’s way to you

cockwarming with husband!steve. that’s it

you help steve open up to the new things in this century, take him out to help him ease himself into the real world. people forget he never really got that chance, he died in one war only to be pushed into another.

it’s through you that steve learns that he’s obsessed with avocado. on toast, in milkshakes, everything, he’d literally a millennial

when things get too much, you’ll draw a bath and the both of you will just sit in the steaming water filled with some bubbles, candles illuminating the room instead of lights, and the ceiling to floor windows open. skin to skin helps steve calm his nerves, and it’s not abnormal for you both to stay in that position for hours

steve still gets shy around you, no matter how many years he’s been with you, he’s still that boy from brooklyn with a heart too big for him

steve has absolutely zero self control when it comes to you, say something nice about a necklace you see passing by? It’s on your neck the next day. Hears the sound of a slight rumble in your stomach? Steve’s whipping out his apron and making you eat something

steve is the type of man to never let you go to bed angry, even if you’ve both had a fight and he ends up on the coach it won’t be too long before you both find yourselves in the middle of the hallway missing each others touch

“babygirl, honey, my wife, doll, gorgeous”

you take priority over a lot of things in Steve’s mind, he’s never ever late to dinner, he’d rather lose his leg than disappoint you

sundays are for sex and sleeping

steve fucked you one time really hard over a drawer or ottoman and BROKE IT. now he’ll spend saturdays carpenting reinforced drawers, counters and bed frames ;)

makeup sex, and face and thigh riding <3

steve always feels as if he’s leaving a part of himself at home or with you whenever he leaves, he’s constantly watching the clock and bouncing that leg of his to get back to you.

steve would probably let bucky watch him fuck you..maybe.

even though I believe steve would be really possessive I also think he could easily be very private about his relationship with you. like that scene in aou where we meet Clint’s family? fury will probably drive up to some big cabin house with the avengers in the back and they’d be confused af when they open the door to find steve and you cooking in the kitchen with your kids running around the place.

“How much longer Fury, my backs starting to ache with this stiff as seat and Bucky’s feet in my face” groans Sam, leaning away from Bucky’s towering figure. “It should be around the corner” motions Fury, and just as promised the avengers pull into an expansive cabin house, elegant with is softened wood and timber gate ribboning around the land that seemed to stretch endlessly. When Fury had told them that he needed to grab something, they didn’t think it would end up with corny 70’s tunes cranking out throughout the car, one and a half hours from the city.

“This looks…lived in” Nat remarks, her fingers brushing against her holister, ears perked for any signs of human activity.

“Yeah, Fury, are you having us raid some lumberjacks generational home” Tony barks, stretching out his arms

“Just shut up and follow me” Fury sighs, before stepping through the gate and following the stone path. Wiping his boots across the mat, his reaches for the door, opening into the hallway of the strange home.

“Wipe your shoes, she hates when you trek mud in” Fury calls before walking in as if he owned the place

“She?” Thor whispers, what they all but Bucky thought. They followed unspeaking down the hallway leading to an open floor, the scene infront of them had their mouths hanging.

There Steve, their stone faces leader, fucking sautéing onions on large brimstone stove, laughter falling from his lips as you whispered into his neck. You were a sight to see, a dress falling onto your body like silk, cascading againts your curves, your hair was in an updo, curls draining your face and a bright smiling lighting up your eyes.

You were absolutely gorgeous, and to see Steve react to your affection in such a way told them you were more than just an old friend

“Bucky!” You smiles, reaching for the dark haired man, squeezing him in a tight hug.

“Hey sweet girl” Bucky smiles, gripping you.

Sam looked towards Bucky in disbelief, eyes shooting bullets at Steve in mock betrayal

“Really? You’re going to tell the ex murderer about your little secret life but not your saviour?” Sam mutters, before steve laughs gripping his chest.

“Sam meet my wife, doll now you know why I don’t let them near you” Steve whispers into your ear, making you giggle.

Sam reaches for your hand but you ignore it, going for a hug. “Oomf, hello to you too” Sam laughs hugging you back

“Hey Fury” You smile, waving a hand towards the man who nods in return.

“You all must be Natasha, Thor, Clint and Tony?, it’s so great to finally meet you” You speak, dimples pressed into your cheek

Clint seems to be the only one who snaps out of the rest of the avengers stupor, “I see you’ve pulled a Barton” He jokes, hugging you.

Once the rest of them finally greet you, along with some condescending remarks from Tony about “how the hell did you land her?!” The avengers sit around the table, drinking beer and eating good food and getting used to seeing Steve with his wife on his lap.

that’s all I have for steve at the moment, I’ll probably add way more later but I haven’t been uploading in ages and thought this would a quick little head canon for our spark spangled soldier!

p.s! requests are always open ;)

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evansbby · 2 years

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bestie pls feed us spanking blurb, the immediate urge and need to be over daddy mafia ari’s lap whilst he just ignores ur pleas and cries and pulls down ur panties and spanks u 🥺😌

I’m literally at an airport so this’ll have to be brief but here goes… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Pairing: mafia!Ari Levinson x naive!reader

Warnings: dark!Ari, dd/lg, smut, spanking, daddy kink, voyeurism, dry-humping

Summary: Your daddy punishes you after you accidentally say a bad word.

“Daddy, please!” You cry, desperately wiggling around in Ari’s strong arms. He’s got a death grip on you, however, and he’s barely using even a quarter of his strength. “Please, didn’t mean to say it! Please!”

You hate punishments — especially spankings because they hurt and make you cry like a baby — even when you try your hardest to be brave. Even right now, you look at Ari with the biggest puppy-dog expression, eyes welling with tears.

“Honey, you know daddy has to punish you. Else you’ll never learn.” Ari’s got his stern voice on, which lets you know that there’ll be no worming out of this one. He easily manoeuvres your flailing body across his lap, pinching the flesh of your ass in warning, “and stop moving or else I’ll use my belt.”

You still immediately. He’s never used his belt on you but you don’t want today to be the day he does.

Sniffling, you look over your shoulder at him dejectedly, “Said I was sorry, daddy. It’s just— the oven was so hot and I forgot I’m not allowed to use big girl words— it just came out, I swear.”

Ari sighs, methodically flipping your skirt up and pushing your panties down, and he can’t help but squeeze the bare flesh of your ass. “Well, that’s another strike, because you shouldn’t be using the oven without supervision anyways.”

You pout, “b-but I’m your wife— how else am I supposed to cook for you? Ow!”

Ari gives your ass a firm slap, admiring how it jiggles, “Don’t get sassy with me, honey. You’re my wife but you’re also my baby. And what have I told you about babies?”

You hang your head dejectedly and recite: “babies like me aren’t allowed to do big girl things without daddy’s permission.”

“Good girl.” Ari strokes your hair back, petting your head like you’re his puppy, and you can’t help but lean up into his touch. “Now, baby. I want you to count every spank, and thank daddy after each one. Got it?”

Your lower lip quivers but you try to be brave, “Y-Yes, daddy.”

SMACK.

“O-One. Thank you, daddy.”

You grimace, biting your lip to keep from crying out loud. And Ari’s really enjoying himself, squeezing and groping at your sizzling flesh after every few spanks, as if he can’t help himself. He even presses his lips down on the sensitive flesh of your ass cheek, kissing you softly before landing another harsh smack.

“Look at your little baby ass, practically begging for a good old-fashioned spanking.” Ari murmurs, jiggling your cheek lewdly and making you wince because it hurts so much. “Baby wives like you need their daddies to keep them in check like this every once in a while, don’t you agree, honey?”

SMACK.

“T-Ten, thank you, daddy! I agree!” You cry, silently begging for mercy yet at the same time wiggling downwards, unable to keep still because the rough denim of his jeans feels so good against your throbbing pussy.

“Now look at you, wet from a spanking and humping your baby pussy on daddy’s leg like a little bunny in heat.” Another spank, and another one, and now you’ve lost count. “And in front of all your little stuffed animals too? You must feel so ashamed.”

You tearfully glance at all your stuffies, longing to have your stuffed rabbit, Floppy, in your arms to comfort you. Instead, you receive another series of hard slaps, the lewd sound of the smacks echoing around the room.

“Apologise to them too.” Ari orders you, voice dripping with authority and sick lust. “C’mon, honey. Apologise to your little stuffies for being such a naughty baby with a potty mouth.” He slaps your upper thigh and you hiss in pain, “Tell your little friends what a bad girl you are.”

“I’m a bad girl!” You cry desperately, unable to lock eyes with the toys, feeling silly and ashamed and humiliated all at once. “I’m sorry, stuffies and I’m sorry, daddy! Won’t ever swear again, please!”

A final slap and then Ari’s pulling you upright, gathering you in his arms while you sob into his chest. “There, there, baby.” He coos, kissing the top of your head and stroking your hair back, “Daddy had to do it. How else will little babies like you ever learn the rules?”

More kisses, more fondling, and he even licks up the stray tears falling down your cheeks.

“I know you’re just a baby and it’s confusing for you to remember all our rules— but that’s why you need daddy. I don’t want to hear another swear word come out of your mouth, you got that, honey? And no going near the oven, either. It’s dangerous for babies.”

You sniffle and nod, feeling especially small — as if you truly are his baby — as Ari cuddles you. Readily, you accept his thumb when he pushes it against your lips, sucking on it noisily to calm yourself down from the whole ordeal you’ve just gone through. Your ass feels like it’s on fire but you know that your daddy knows best.

“That’s my good little baby,” Ari coos, pinching your cheek and holding you close. And it’s crazy how he’s made you so addicted to his babying, to the point where you physically need him to act like this with you — especially after harsh punishments like this.

“Curtis.” Your eyes widen at Ari’s suddenly gruff tone, and your blood runs cold when you see your husband’s right hand man step out of the shadows in the corner of the room.

Had he been there this whole time?

“Cancel my meetings for today. My wife is being particularly needy.” He gestures down at you lying mortified in his lap, trying to push your skirt back down as you desperately continue to suck on your daddy’s thumb.

“Got it, boss.” The buzzcut-haired man nods and leaves, and Ari turns his attention back to you.

“Next time you break one of daddy’s rules, I’ll spank you in front of all my men, you got that?” He shoved his thumb further into your mouth, choking you slightly as your eyes begin to water, but he’s got the same loving look on his face.

“My little baby… soon enough I’ll have you trained to know all of my rules, even if it’s too much for your little baby brain to handle.”

THE END

AHHHH PLEASE LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!! I wrote majority of this at the airport then finished it just now!!

#chris evans x reader #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson #Chris evans #Steve rogers #Ari levinson smut #chris evans fanfiction #Ari drabble #mafia ex husband ari au #dark ari levinson

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 5 months

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Milk and Cookies » Steve Rogers/Captain America

December 5th

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Steve Rogers x Wife/Mom!Reader with son James

Summary: Steve’s and Y/N’s 4 year old son can’t sleep so Steve lets him snack on milk and cookies.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, cuddling, nicknames for son (buddy, sweetie), pet names for Y/N (sweetheart)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

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“Daddy!” Steve hears a little voice.

“Daddy!” He hears again with a small hand tapping his arm.

Steve’s eyes open to see his and your 4 year old son James standing on his side of the bed. He checked the time on his phone which displayed 1:32am.

“What’s wrong, buddy? Why aren’t you in bed?” Steve asks, rubbing his eyes.

“Can’t sleep.” James says with a pout.

“You can’t sleep?” He says.

“No.” James nodded his head.

“I have an idea.” Steve says, getting out of bed.

Steve picked up James and quietly went downstairs so him and James didn’t wake you up. Steve sat James on the counter and rummaged through the cabinets causing James to furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

“What you doing, daddy?” James asks.

“Looking for the cookies.” He says.

“Cookies?” James asks, tilting his head slightly.

“Yes. Cookies.” Steve says.

When Steve found the cookies, he put them on the counter next to James and grabbed two cups and the milk from the fridge.

“Your grandma did this when I was your age when I couldn’t sleep.” Steve says as he poured milk in the cups.

“Your mommy did let you eat milk and cookies past your bedtime?” James asks.

“Sometimes.” He says with a smile.

Steve grabbed a couple of cookies, giving one to James. James took it from his daddy and dipped it in the milk and took a bite of it.

“Daddy, who was I named after?” James asks curiously.

“You were named after uncle Bucky. Daddy’s best friend.” Steve tells him.

“I thought his name was Bucky?” He asks confused.

“It is. His middle name is Buchanan, but he goes by Bucky.” Steve explains.

“Oh ok.” James eats the rest of his cookie. “Can I watch cartoons?” He asks.

“Normally I would say no, but yes you can. Don’t tell mommy.” He says.

“No tell mommy.” James says.

Steve cleaned up the little mess of cookie crumbs on the counter and put the cookies away. He picked James up off the counter and walked to the living room and sat down on the couch with him in his arms.

“What do you want to watch?” Steve asks, turning on the TV.

“SpongeBob!” James says excitedly, clapping his hands.

“Why SpongeBob?” He asks.

“Uncle Peter lets me watch it at his house and he’s funny!” He tells his daddy.

Steve chuckled at his son’s cuteness and put SpongeBob on. It didn’t take long for James to fall asleep. Steve noticed and grabbed a blanket from the other side of the couch. He carefully laid down with James on his chest and covered the both of them up. He wrapped his arms around him protectively and kissed the top of his head. Steve fell asleep soon after.

When morning came, you rolled over to wrap your arm around your husband only to find out that he wasn’t in bed. You got out of bed and went to James’s bedroom, thinking Steve was in there, but he wasn’t. You began to panic. You quickly went downstairs, but heard the sound of the TV coming from the living room. You went to the living room to see James playing with some of his toys on the floor and Steve sleeping on the couch which made you feel relieved. James looked up and smiled.

“Good morning, mommy!” James smiles.

“Good morning, sweetie!” You bent down to kiss his forehead.

“Daddy sleeping.” He says in almost a whisper.

“I see that.” You say.

You sat down on the couch and leaned down to give Steve a kiss on his cheek making him smile. He opened his eyes to see you sitting next to him. Steve sat up and gave you a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Do you want to explain why you were in bed when I woke up?” You asked your husband.

“James couldn’t sleep last night.” Steve says.

“Daddy let me eat milk and cookies and let me watch cartoons, but you’re not supposed to know!” James chimes in.

“Oh really?” You say, looking at your husband.

“I thought it would help him sleep.” He says.

“I did go back to sleeps!” James says.

“Well that’s good. What do you want for breakfast?” You asked.

“Pancakes!” James says with excitement.

“Alright. You two stay here and I’ll make breakfast.” You say, standing up and went to the kitchen.

“Thank you!” James and Steve say at the same time.

“You’re welcome!” You say back.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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louwaffles · 2 years

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Y/N: Has anyone seen my--

Bucky: Handsome-ass husband?

Sam: Best-fucking friend?

Steve: Your literal ride-or-die?

Y/N: No, my pregnancy test.

Bucky, Sam, Steve:

Y/N: Ha ha, jokes. I have no uterus.

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enchantedsoulofmine · 1 year

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Chris’ Instagram but he’s married to you.

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chrisxedits their room looks so comfy lol🥹

chrisupdates chris and y/n love pepperoni pizza as well

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chrisevans yourinstagram❤️

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ynupdates this is so wholesome damn🥹

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chrisevans with this person, everything is beautiful❤️

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yourinstagram I love u to the moon and back chrisevans🤍

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yourinstagram elsapataky❤️

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if you want any celebrity as y/n then pls tell me,I’ll do it.

Should I do a pregnancy one too?

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just-callmeanna · 11 months

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Safe Space- Chris Evansxfemlistener Fic

Safe Space- Chris EvansxfemReader Fic/Fluff-comfort

Summary: you had an awful day but Chris is always there to keep you safe and warm.

It had been a long day, you had a lot to do, little time, stress and anxiety, which didn't help much to say the least. Specifically today was one of those days when you felt like you were too overwhelmed by your own thoughts and felt down without knowing why; as if your emotional stability was an unpredictable and violent roller coaster. When you finally got home and let go of all the weight you were carrying, you headed to the kitchen to find Chris preparing some dinner while dancing to the rhythm of “uptown girl”. You saw him standing there and couldn't help but run up to him and hug him from behind, hooking your hands over his chest.

“Hey, hi my love, how are you, how was your day...?”-He asked while paying attention to the mix of vegetables he was chopping, pretty much focused on what he was doing, as you tried to find a coherent answer a lump formed in your throat and in spite of parting your lips to pronounce any word, nothing came out and at the moment he noticed you didn´t answered he turned in your direction, pretty much worried by now... -”hey...Are you ok honey?” - he pronounced with his gentle and kind tone. Again, you tried to part your lips to answer, but in a matter of seconds your voice broke completely and suddenly started to cry, feeling the urge to sink in his embrace, sticking your cheek to his back so he wouldn't see you sob- “Hey, hey, what happened honey, don't you feel good?” -. Suddenly he grabbed you by the shoulders and pressed you against his chest knowing that you needed to get everything off your chest first so the both of you could talk more calmed. He held you securely in his arms as he gently caressed the skin of your face with his fingertips and brushed the tears from your eyes and made you feel better. - “Shh, everything is okay sweetheart, breathe”. A few more minutes passed like that until your breathing finally regulated a little.

- Well, now that you are that you can breathe properly, tell me, you´re okay now or maybe you need to sit down and talk about what happened, maybe a couple of cuddles or better have dinner and talk about it later... just tell me how you need my support now love? - he pronounced as he gently brushed a lock of hair away from your face and gently nudged your cheek with his nose in a playful way that only he knows you pretty much love. -Could you hold me... please- you uttered softly with some regret. Immediately and without another word he pulled you aside for a moment, turned off the stove and immediately carried you in his arms as if you just weighed as much as a bunch of grapes and took the both of you to the bedroom you shared finally,. He putted you very gently under the blankets and then layed down beside you and pulled you closer to his chest if it was humanly possible. .

-I love you..." with his fingers under your chin he pushed lightly to make you lift your gaze to meet his. -You are my special girl, my princess, the woman of my dreams, the owner of my breath and my every thought. You are the one who gives meaning to my life... and I hope I can be the one who makes you feel safe and loved you as much as you deserve- He left a couple of kisses on my nose and cheeks interrupting the path of my tears. - My priority is to make you feel loved, desired, protected, listened to, reassured.

you snuggle more into his chest if it is still possible; in his arms you felt so small, but at the same time safe. With more security I separate yourself a little from the space between his chest and make a light traverse pressing small kisses from his neck to his lips -You are all I need, you´re my home-.

Closing your eyes again you snuggled back into his arms releasing in a sigh the weight you felt on your chest. you felt him shift a little and let go of the blanket covering me up to your neck. -I'm going to bring dinner and after we eat we can watch any movie you want. - And after a short kiss on the forehead he left the room. This man is definitely the best thing in your life.

When he came back, he left a small table with a hot plate of pasta and a small glass of wine. You two ate dinner in silence, placidly while "Dirty Dancing" was playing on the TV. the both of you finished eating and layed down together with the intention of finishing the movie, but who were you kidding; both fell asleep too soon to even see the end, but to be honest, it's impossible to beat sleep in those conditions: being in the arms of the one you love, the warmth of the blankets, a full stomach and the feeling that you were perfectly alright in his embrace.

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Hi sweets ;),I hope you´re having a great weak and I really hope you enjoy this little thing I wrote too. Again I´m opened to comissions or ideas you have. Love you all. xoxo

#chris evans #chris evans x female reader #steve rogers #steve rogersxreader #chris evans x femreader #chris evans fluff #chris evans fandom #chris evans fics #chris evans husband #husband material #fluff #marvel au

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springdandelixn · 2 years

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Tonight

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41763255

Husband!Steve x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your husband, Steve, takes care of you after an exhausting day at work.

Warnings: Fluffy Husband Steve

Just a quick drabble that came to me the moment I woke up. Might be a bit sloppy but I hope you enjoy. Comments, reblogs, likes are all appreciated! uwu

You were exhausted when you got home from work. The meeting with a potential investor for your company’s latest project took longer than expected and it was already past midnight when you got home.

To your surprise, Steve was still up. A book in his hand while sitting in his armchair, a smile on his face when he saw you then a frown when he got close and truly saw you. His words full of concern didn’t come to you as a surprise, knowing full well that the long sleepless nights to prepare the presentation for your meeting had finally taken its toll, not just on your face but on your body as well.

You declined his offer to eat, telling him that you were more tired than hungry, to which he nodded and took your hand, taking your bag from the other and dropping it on the couch before leading you up to your bedroom.

“Let me take care of you.” He said as he sat you down on the bed, his lips pressing softly against your forehead before he ran into your ensuite, the sound of running water filling the room.

That’s how you find yourself sitting in the tub with warm water, feeling the aches of your muscles from your heels and from sitting too long in your office chair subside, the scent of roses kissing your nostrils from the bath that your husband has prepared for you.

It’s one of the things you love about Steve. How doting he is of you even while the both of you were dating. That he would find the time to see you, even if it was just a few hours or even a few minutes before he was called for a mission, remembering him telling you that he didn’t want to go away for days without telling you goodbye.

Even to the point that on random days you would text him some nonsense, like the time you told him how you were craving Chipotle because you saw one of your co-workers having it for lunch, screams of delight sounded outside your office soon after that when you looked out to see what the commotion was all about, you saw Steve by the entrance of your department floor, women fawning over him, then holding up a paper bag of Chipotle when he saw you from across the room.

And even now that he’s fully retired from being an Avenger and transitioned into becoming the training leader for SHIELD, he’s never changed. Still the ever-supportive husband that you have never once in your life imagined you would ever have.

You drain the bath and stand from the tub, drying yourself with a towel before grabbing your robe from the hook and putting it on. When you walk out of the bathroom, your eyes spot the blue silk camisole and shorts sitting on the top of the bed.

“Enjoyed your bath?” Steve asks when he walks into the room, a smile on his face when he sees you.

You nod in response and he walks closer, his hands resting on your hips before he unties the knot of your robe, the fluffy garment sliding down your arms before he takes the camisole from the bed and urges your arms up.

“Steve,” You giggle when you do as he bids, the silk fabric sliding down your body and hanging loosely on your shoulders. “I can dress myself.”

“I know, hon. But allow me tonight.” He takes the shorts next and you rest your hands on his muscular shoulders, when he bends down in front of you, lifting your legs up one by one to allow him to slip you into your bottoms.

He takes hold of your hips when you finish and leans over to press a kiss just above your belly button before lifting you from the ground, a light squeal of surprise leaving your lips before he lays you down on the bed, pulling the duvet over your body.

A sigh of relief leaves your lips when you sink into the soft mattress, your eyes almost instantly drooping that you barely see your husband take off his shirt, leaving him in his blue boxer briefs and joining you underneath the covers after he clicks off the lamp.

You scoot closer when he wraps his arms around you, your head resting against his strong chest and closing your eyes as sleep begins to loom over you.

“Today was very nerve-wracking—” Your words get cut off when you feel his lips on yours, making you look up in curiosity as to why he stopped you.

“I would really love to hear about how work went, Hon, but that can wait for tomorrow.” He hums and presses another kiss on your lips. “Tonight, you rest. No thinking of work or talking about work. No stress, just rest.”

“Okay.” You mumble with a smile and reach over to kiss his lips in return. “I love you, Steve. Thank you.”

“I love you too.” You sense his smile. “Now sleep.”

And you do. Your face buries in the crook of his neck as you press yourself closer to him, his arms releasing all the tension that has accumulated for the day and your drift, thinking about how lucky you are to have someone like Steve in your life.

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darkdarkstucky · 2 years

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Hidden, S. Rogers

Summary: Despite the fanfare and the cult-like following of Steve Rogers; America's golden child, the war time hero and do-no-evil american dream, it was still a startling discovery when it was revealed to the world that he was happily married. And he almost flipped New York upside down just to find you.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Violence, Slight angst, Soft!Dark themes, Sexual Themes, postpartum depression, miscarriage.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

She blinks her eyes, feeling a sudden rush of air knock her conscious; immediately simultaneous sounds of a busy street makes her ears ring, distinct shouts and conversations stood out along with visibly impatient honks as the traffic barely nudges. Her mind buzzes, and she takes a step back, all of a sudden being painfully aware of the state of her physical body.

It hurts. She could now feel the little cuts to her feet having walked for who knows how long, they were most likely bleeding, rubbing painfully against the concrete barefoot. She could have been walking for hours, because the scenery was unfamiliar; she was so used to the four walls to she and Steve's room.

All of her pent up emotions crash all at once, but the confusion and fear were most prominent. She was all alone. She was barefoot in indecent clothes. Where was her husband? She tearfully thought, hugging herself to keep the tears at bay.

Y/N had felt the cold air whip her hair into all sorts of direction, people bump into her, most giving her strange looks but it did not matter. No. She backs into a wall, albeit limping and feeling the weakness to her bones, she leans against the wall of a building while looking around lost.

Why was she here? What had happened? Why can't she remember alot of things? There were endless questions in her head right at the moment. The fear of abandonement, it creeps into her and grips her on the jugular rendering her speechless.

Unknowingly, she caught the eyes of a dark haired man who walks to her with cautious steps. She just fits Steve's description.. Long light colored hair, bright and misty eyes, the woman was gorgeous and the emotions in her face had made his own heart quiver in distress.

“Hello, Y/N?” he asks cautiously, but it still startles her. She backs away from him as he takes a step, so he raised his hands to express that he was not here to harm her. “I'm a friend of Steve's, he sent me to get you.”

•••

“Captain,” The officer saluted the super soldier, the rest of the officers giving him the same respect as he steps towards the one in charge, despite the awe and people marvelling at his presence, Steve couldn't really find it in himself to greet everyone as per usual, but manages to return the salute.

“Lewis.” He courtly greets the old friend, the men shake eachother's hands formally. “Thankyou for this favor, i owe you one.”

“It's nothing unusual, Rogers. I'm glad you asked for my help.” He responds humbly.

To be honest, he had never expected the frantic call from Captain America himself, requesting assistance to finding his wife. He was not aware that the man was married, but after the initial shock, he gathered some forces and made it known that the search for his missing wife became the outmost important during that moment.

Afterall, the man had repeatedly saved new york and the world a few times. His own family, wife and children included, so he was at liberty to pull a few strings and mobilize officers who were available.

There was a checkpoint in all of the entrance and exits of the city, uniformed police and agents combing the streets for anything or anyone unusual. It was organized despite the urgency, yet Steve couldn't be calmed unless he finds her.

The three soldiers went to separate locations, Bucky uptown, Sam downtown while he was at the center gathering information and reviewing materials that could have catched her presence.

They went to the tent where computers were neatly set up, experts perched infront of the screens reviewing footage from his home, satelites and such.

Then his phone started to ring, and he excused himself from the conversation. Bucky's name flashes on the screen, and he answers it without looking.

“Hello? Have you found her-”

“Steve?” his heartbeat quickens as the familiar voice envelopes his senses. It had been a long time since he has heard her call him.. he grips the phone. “I-i'm scared.” she chokes out before a sob escapes her lips, he tenses further.

“Sweetheart,” he shushes her softly, heart pounding in his chest.

“I don't know what happened.. i barely know where i am.” her voice was shaky while she sniffles.

She must be so confused. So scared. “It's okay, darling. I'm coming to get you.” was the only words he can utter, before he was leaving the scene and to his vehicle.

•••

As he reaches the cafe Bucky had temporarily coaxed her in, Steve could barely contain himself and fell to his knees infront of her.

“Thank God.” he mumbles in a prayer while kissing her palms, Y/N throwing herself to his arms with a choked sob.

“Honey..” she mumbles between her breathes, he held onto her tightly. Tighter but still careful, still scared that she might disappear from his sight. “i thought.. i thought you left me. And.. and...” she shakes her head, in distraught, burrowing her face further into his neck.

“I would never do that.” He strokes her hair, closing his eyes as her arms tighten around him, her only response being a whimper and a choked sob. “I love you,” He chants repeatedly kissing her head, muttering sweet nothings to calm her down.

Although it would be a lie to say it was not a comfort to himself also. His world had crashed when she was missing. His actions were driven by not only his paranoia, but also the knowledge that she wasn't really in the best mental state as of recently.

This was the first time he had recieved any sort of response from her in months. At first they had initially sought the help of doctors after her emotional breakdown due to.. he swallows thickly, rubbing his hands up and down to her shoulders and back. He wanted to throw that idea in the back of his mind and focus on her small frame in his arms.

Y/N parts from their hug after a few moments, gazing at him with her misty eyes as if proving to herself that he was here. He smiles at her encouragingly, her fingers tracing the contours of his face. Then her hands cup his face, and she leans in for a kiss.

It was short and sweet but loving altogether, conveying such tenderness, their breaths were hitched when they part. Then she repeats the actions a few times, his heart soars in happiness upon hearing her giggle once more. A sound he dearly missed.

“Honey, i wanna go home.” she asks timidly, biting her lower lip looking at him through her lashes.

“Alright, my sweet girl.” He tucks a piece of her hair to her ears, “whatever you want.”

She blinks, “Carry me please?” He pressed his lips upon hers once more, she leans her forehead on his. She was lifted up bridal style, and Steve made sure that she was decently covered. Her arms were slung over his shoulder, his on her legs.

“Thankyou, pal.” Steve murmurs to Bucky in passing, sincerity and relief in his exression while his friend beams with a smile.

“No problem.” Bucky looks at him then to the sweet girl on his arms. “Drive safe.”

“I will.” He chuckles. “Thanks again, Bucky.”

The brunette waves his hand nonchalantly.

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neonovember · 2 years

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White Noise

mob!husband!steve rogers x plus-size!wife reader

summary: when a deal goes wrong Steves cunning nose sniffs even the most hidden ones, this time however, something is telling him it’s more than that. A lot more. Crooked criminals aren’t just stealing what’s his, there’s stealing what he belongs to.

When Steve finds out someone’s kidnapped you, he will stop at nothing, not even the traditions written in blood, to find you.

warnings: mafia talk, blood, gore, violence, harsh language, misogyny

part two>>>

The death, it clung to him. Weighs him down like an anchor, follows him like a slimy red shadow. The rings he adorns on his index, thumb, pinkie, insignia’s to honour and loyalty, they’re immune to it. They fling back the blood and morality from him. Every pressed jewel to his bruised fingers was another family massacred, another territory taken as his. Steve was nothing but relentless in his destruction, in his work. He took joy in it. The traditions, the meetings, the birch wood office table he fucks you on.

It’s why he’s gotten comfortable, the tension in his shoulder refracted a little, his hand gliding over signed deals like silk. His enemies knew it too, they gleamed in the dark shadows they’ve been cornered into, they waited for Steve to crack his stoic boulder of a kingdom himself because they knew they wouldn’t be able to do it themselves.

The Maserati marked against the Richerson driveway was still warmed by its engine, and yet Steve was already wishing to be with you, to be between the softness of your thighs. Rubbing elbows with the rest of the mafia that ruled New York was a requirement though, so Steve pushed down his insatiable need for you in an effort to keep his name.

Richerson's was a sizeable family, having been in the business as long as the Grant family had, Steve felt it homage to rekindle some old flames.

Sitting in the chair, his heirloom cufflinks clanking with its side, his wide torso bursting through the chair, his thighs squared out, one crossed over another where he rested his large palms across them.

Richerson sat rooted on the plush office chair, the wheels creaking to one side as he leaned in, much of the words coming out of his mouth remained obtuse to Steve’s ears. He heard them a thousand times, an inconceivable offer, a must sign deal. It’s paperwork, it’s petty thievery, it’s loose change in the breast pocket of his suit.

“I’m telling you, Steve, I really think we should step in on this one, the Montgomery’s have already signed, we’re just waiting on you. I know the south Brooklyn gangs have been giving you headaches on your south front, this alliance will eliminate that, eliminate them”.

Steve rubs his jaw, and the building of a scruff itches his skin as he recalls his need to shave soon, it wasn’t bad. The deal. Those small crooked gangs were annoying him, turning up everywhere, the kind where you cut off one head and three more took its place, the kind of pest that didn’t go away until you took it from the root.

Noticing Steve’s apprehension, Richerson is quick to reply with a cough,

“You don’t have to make a decision now, you know all of New York would be waiting hand and foot for your every word. No matter how long it takes” Richerson awkwardly laughs, eyes flickering across Steve’s unfazed expression, his features set in clay, giving no hint to his decision.

Richerson catches Bucky and Sam's eyes, as they await by the sides of the large sandalwood doors, hands behind their backs, statures reaching, the mass of hidden weapons covered beneath their dark black suits.

“How about some alcohol? A shipment just arrived from Haiti, they say it’s better than Appleton Estate, they also said too much can make you go into cardiac arrest” Richerson replies, trying to lighten the mood.

His eyes unconsciously flicker to his phone, then the clock, and back to his phone again. Anyone else would have blinked through it, oblivious to Richerson's unease, not Steve though, no, of course not. His eyes were trained to be sniper shot, always looking, always surveying. It’s this gift that allows him to sniff out even the most disguised rats, he can smell anything, a bad deal, a set-up, a sting operation.

People like to say he can even tell the police department has been somewhere, can sense their blues and blacks and brutality from miles away.

Steve smiles, reaching for the glass Richerson offers him. He makes no motion to drink from it though, he was always a whiskey man.

Santiago on the other hand, waste no time in throwing back the glass, letting the auburn liquid down his throat in loud gulps. Steve waits a beat, before returning the glass to his mouth, behind the rim, Santiago's eyes follow his movements, the fraction of relief sits on his shoulder and it has Steve pulling back, letting the glass rest on the desk, the sound clunk causing Santiago to flinch.

“I feel like there is something you're not telling me Santi” Steve smiles, a wicked smile, his infamous smile, this one’s different to the one he gives you, This was cat-like, deceptively comforting, it's his infamous smile, the one he gives when he knows your hidden motives, the one where it makes you shit your pants and realise you’re utterly fucked.

Santiago gulps, attempting to reach for another glass before Bucky stops him, lifting the bottle away from him. Santiago looks up confused, finally realising that much of his men were to the side, watching on, hands to their sides, relaxed. Another chest piece to Steve’s kingdom.

“This deal, it's good, it benefits me greatly in fact, but I’m wondering where in this deal do you come in? What do you gain from this? I know you don't have enough operations to set up a Southern front, so how is signing a deal with the Montgomery’s going to help you?

“They base their operations off the shore. Half of your family’s roots are in Harlem. Unless you’ve come in with some money, an off the books, under the table deal you’ve so kindly left me out on”. Steve yawns, leaning back against the chair, his hair remains impeccably in place, not a strand awry. “You couldn’t afford the liability”.

Santiago looks as though he has swallowed a live tarantula, back pin-straight, eyes bulging out of their sockets, his hands fumbling around him, itching his knee, scratching his beard. A bead of sweat rolls down his sunken face and catches on his nose before splatting on the office table.

“You look like you need a drink, here, have mine, I never had the stomach for rum” Steve offers, eyes surveying Santiagos, Steves outstretched hand offering his glass, the space a mere centimetre from Santiago’s grasp.

Santiago is in bits, mind scrambled, anxiety floating in his stomach, sick, he felt sick, the feathers of nausea crawl up his throat, and before he can think, before he can take a second and think, he's reaching for Steves glass, gulping down anything to quell the nausea bubbling in his stomach.

It takes Santiago 2 full sips before he's realised what he's done, he throws the glass, and it shatters against the Armenian painting near the door, he's puckering, spitting out the liquid. It's too late, the laced poison settles in his stomach, under his skin, in his eyes, everywhere.

“Did you really think I would drink that? Hm? Are you insane? Fuck Santi, we could have avoided this” Steve's voice rings through, bounces off the walls, as Santiago is scrambling off his chair, crawling around as he heaves loudly.

Through the haze of poison, Santiago manages to drop his phone, it clanks across the floor and lands right at Steves's feet. The sounds of its ringing catches Santiago's ears and a new fear envelopes him, his eyes bulging out as he tries to scream, protest, and reach for it, but it's all a wet gurgled mess. White froth begins to empty from his mouth, as he tries to move.

The number catches Steves's eye, it's a burner, nothing Santiago would have use for, grim sets in Steve, there is a persisting feeling at the age of his mind that this is not yet over.

Steve answers the call, he pauses as the other person on the line is speaking as if hiding back a grin.

“Look Santi, I know we agreed to get her when Stevie's all face down and seizing, but she was out in the open, shopping or some shit down on Southaven drive. We just couldn't pass on that golden opportunity, could we boys?!” The person roars, and the sound of hooted laughter filters in from the background.

“You should've seen it, how she scrambled and yelped, god she’s one pretty little thing, tied and gagged and she still screamed for him. When Steve’s out of the picture I get to keep her, show her what a real man is like, how ‘bout that sweetheart?” The gruff voices sing songs, the sounds of fumbling before the muffled scream of your voice cuts through the receiver.

“Ow! Fucking bitch kicked me, you better get here soon Santi, my patience is wearing thin, and I'm not scared to deliver some damaged merchandise” Barks the person.

The person continues to speak, but it muffles into the phone as the screen cracks within Steve's palm, steel and glass fall to the ground as Steve throws the phone across the room.

It all went quiet then, the noise of Sam, of Bucky, of Santiago’s heaving wet coughs, the air conditioner, all white noise. Steve was blinded by this feeling, this heart arching feeling. He felt his chest cave in, split in two, dripping gushes of blood. His hand reaches for his chest, pulling, ripping his tie apart. His body moves without his brain, like muscle memory, like he knows what he has to do, he lunches for Richerson and wraps a hand around his neck as he drags him from his crawling escape.

He holds him there, choking him as he brings down his fist across his face. The wet sound of bones crunching into muscle and skin go on forever, bouncing across the room until the throaty heave of Richardson is all that is left of him.

His face swollen beyond recognition, piss and blood leaking from him, eyes bloodshot and awry. Tradition and bespoken family ties are ripped to shreds, spotted with the blood of Santiago’s throat.

Bucky is on the phone, barking orders, Sam is to the corner dragging Steve off of him. Steve stands erect, a man with a mission, with a sudden purpose that brings fear into even Bucky himself.

He had never seen him like this.

Even when Bucky had been taken, left to die at the hands of enemy rivals in that culdesac those years before.

Even when Sam had torn his shoulder stopping Steve’s potential assassination in the ruins of a deal gone awry.

Nothing, nothing prepared them for what Steve would do when the unforgivable happened to you. Irreplaceable, loving, incredible you.

Bucky and Sam were both in pieces as they gathered their ammunition to find you, you were Steve’s of course, but they had parts of you, the kindness of your eyes lessened the hardened of their hearts a little, you were family to them, they’d die for you.

Much of their fear was clouded by the audacity of it, taking you, the rest of New York knew you were off-limits, that taking you meant declaring war with Steve. And no one was stupid enough to do that unless they had the possibility they could win. No, not just a possibility, a certainty. The truth of it is shown as Steve shakes with misplaced anger, how dare they, it rang in his mind, mocked him, torture him from within.

“Where the fuck is she?” Roared Steve, it sounded like it was for no one, but it was said so that it was meant for Santiago. Steve's harrowing footsteps stomp towards Santiago, he's curled in on himself, flinching as Steve gets near. Steve reaches for him pulling the last shreds of his dress shit by his fist, slamming him on the table.

Steve comes closer, squeezing Santiago's cheeks, his other hand is reaching for a knife, and the glint of it has Santiago screaming for death.

“I don't like to repeat myself, do yourself a favour of a quick death and tell me” Steve shakes, hand grasping the hilt as he presses it into Santiago's chest.

“TELL ME” Howls Steve, he's left the knife now, it falls to the floor as Steve instead begins to wrap his large palm around Santiago's throat, pressing until the white sheen of sweat appears on his face.

A murmur leaves Santiago’s lips, muffled by the blood and skin and muscle, yet Steve hears it all the same.

“What was that? Speak louder will you, or do you want me to pull out your voice box instead?” Steve grunts, patience wearing thin.

“A warehouse near the Hudson-” wheeze “-a defunct start-up, Steel Workings” Santiago finally manages the last word, falling back onto the floor. It's all Steve needs, so he reaches for Santiago, let the screams and wails of bargaining fall to his deaf ears, and snaps.

The heavy head of Santiago falls awkwardly against Steve, and he pushes him off, leaving him to lay limp on the floor as he leaves the room.

The car is running as Steve slides in, Bucky and Sam following suit.

“I swear to fucking god, those traffic lights better be green” Grunts Steve as he pushes the gas, quickly turning out of Richerdsons's stone driveway, onto the expansive gravel road.

Steve is still in his mind, the soundless cloak that’s trying to separate him from the truth, trying to spare him so he doesn't fall to pieces. He rips it apart and forces his eyes to take in everything, he needs to be present, he needs to be honest with himself if he wants to save you.

“Steve” Bucky starts eyeing the blonde, the grip of his fingers around the steering wheel was turning painful, Bucky didn't know how long he'd last.

“I’ve got Starks men on the line, he's willing to let you pass through to get to her faster” Bucky breathes out. The bargaining it took to persuade the pretentious billionaire put down his pride was ridiculous, but it was something Bucky would do a thousand times over for you.

The sentence barely leaves Bucky’s mouth before Steve is taking a sharp turn, through the part of the city that was claimed as Starks, it feels like time was fighting against them, the minutes and seconds ticking by, mocking them, mocking Steve.

A feeling Steve has long forgotten engulfs him, sits on the stone floor of his stomach, and jitters him with shakes that were half violent.

“You're scared” Sam answers for him, Steve nods, the lights of the city skyscrapers make mirages against the tinted windows,

“All our men are on deck, I’ve called in Francisco, Natasha, we will get those sick fucks, and we’ll make them bleed” Sam replies

Steve doesn't let Sam’s reassurance dent him, he knows this story all too well, to think he would be spared from it, to think you would be spared from it, in this life, was foolish. Steve didn't rely on hope, or prayers, he relied on his gut, his power, his influence.

And there was no time more needed for them than now, saving his girl.

part two—-

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coltrainbat · 1 year

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Small sized reader wants to get tied up so she could get fucked hard by her husband, Steve rogers

Roped Up

A/N: Enjoy 💕☘️

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, daddy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, rough sex, orgasm, P in V, bondage

You watched as Steve cut off the rope holding your Christmas tree together. You didn’t know such a small, mundane movement could turn you on. His veins pulsated as his used the sheers to cut the taunt rope, his tongue sticking out a little as he focused on the task at hand. Catching the loose rope in his hands as it sprung around the tree. You sat on the couch, glass of wine in hand admiring the man in his grey sweater and jeans.

“What you want me to do with these bub?” He held up the long thick ropes in his hand, 4 strands of beige yarn. You got up from your spot, hand falling to his waist and pulling him closer into a kiss. “I have an idea.” You purred into his ear as blush rose to his cheeks.

“What is it honey? Seems you’ve had a bit too much wine baby girl.” He pulled your chin up to him.

“I’m just drunk on you.” You took the ropes from his hands, turning around and making your way up the stairs.

He almost tripped following you up the stairs, quick on your step as you rushed towards your bedroom, giggling at the sudden game of cat and mouse. Until you felt the sudden tackle of Steve behind you onto the bed, falling into a fit of laughing you turned onto your back.

Eye to eye with the gorgeous man. He ran his nose along your jaw, nibbling at the skin on your neck.

“What’s your idea gorgeous girl?”

“Tie me up.” His head peaked up, a quizzically look on his face as he studied your face for a hint of humour. “What?” “Like my wrists and ankles. Tie me up to the bed and then…” You wrapped your arms his neck, bypassing his lips quickly towards his ear “Fuck me.” You bit your lip noticing the sudden darkness of his eyes.

He groaned, grabbing the ropes from beside you.

“Starfish. Now.” You hurried to the top of the bed, lying on your back, still in your baby pink slip. You reached to pull it over your head.

“No. Keep it on.” He growled at you, pulling on your left ankle roughly. He positioned the rope in a circle around your ankle, tightening the strand in a quick motion

“That too tight?” He looked up at you, concern on his face. “Tighter.” You purred at him. He smirked, tightening it harder so it pinched against your skin. You moaned at the feeling of pressure. He anchored it to the golden bed post.

Repeating the action on the other foot. He placed his knee on the bed, moving up towards you, grabbing your hands and cuffing them over your head, fastening them together against the headboard.

Moving down past your lips, you groaned at the lack of kisses. “Stop whining, or I’ll tie your mouth up as well.” You bit your lip as excitement formed between your legs.

Leaving soft, wet kisses against your neck, moving your dress to the side with his face, he cupped your breast in his hand as he placed the nib in his mouth, sucking lightly, grazing his teeth against the sensitive nipple. You moaned at the sudden pressure.

He pulled away, towering over you as his fingertips grazed along your body.

“You’re so petite baby, look at you all helpless and tied up.”

Desperately wanting to rub your thighs together to ease the ache between your legs. You tried to move into his touch, unable to get a few inches off the bed with the tight restraints holding you down. Steve quickly bunched the slip over your hips, exposing your heat to the cool winter air.

He blew hot air onto your core, you squirmed at the contrasting temperatures.

He stood up, slowly pulling his sweater over his head and throwing it across the room. His hands palmed over his thick chest down towards his zipper.

All you could do was watch his taunting strip tease, desperately wanting to run your nails down his chest. Revealing his hard member, he pulled down the final layer of cloth. The cotton that confined his hard, thick cock from your aching hole. Moving his head down towards your now soaking pussy, he gave a soft kiss to your puffy folds. Peaking his tongue out to taste your arousal. He simply couldn’t help himself to tease you, addicted to the taste of you he devoured your sex, vacuuming up your fluid with his mouth.

His head rose, rubbing the glistening sheen on his chin with the back of his hand.

“You ready baby?” He rubbed his bright pink head against your messy wet folds.

Even in moments of deep intense pleasure, Steve would still take the time to ensure your comfort. It made you want him more.

“Just fuck me already.” You groaned, desperate to feel him.

He pushed against your tight hole, desperate to feel his length be wrapped up by your velvet walls but also conscious to not hurt you.

“More” you moaned. It was all he needed

Your habit during sex was always to run your hands through his hair and down his back towards his juicy peach of an ass, leaving long red lines. Your instincts want to give in, but you can’t even touch him beyond the feel of his chest against yours as he lays his weight on you.

Mouth finally reaching yours, as his tongue explored, fighting for a sense of control you’d never get as you shoved your tongue deep in his mouth. Moaning at the sensations of his small little patch of hair rubbing over your mound, the feeling of his head grazing your g spot over and over. Trapped between his biceps on either side of your head.

The position while limited, Steve used all his skills to keep a decent pace, hitting your g spot continuously, his hand trailing down to your lower stomach, pushing down on his member that was visibly inside of you.

“That feel good baby? … look at that - you can see me inside of you.” The depth of his thrust only pushing you further towards an orgasm,

“Daddy I’m gonna cum!” Your hands pulled against the tight restraints, desperate to release the coil inside of you.

“Cum baby you earned it.” With that a flush of liquid poured out of you, pushing out his cock in the process.

“I wasn’t finished.” He growled, shoving his cock promptly back into you, increasing his laboured thrusts, chasing his release as he pooled a hot shot of cum into your cervix. His teeth gritted as he held onto your throat for leverage, enjoying the sight of your eyes rolling back into your head as his bulbous tip assaulted your now sensitive insides. Unable to push away from his grip or tear at his back, tears started to form in your eyes as you lay helpless for him to use as he pleased.

He collapsed on top you, breathing into your ear as he came down from his high. Slowly moving upwards, he untied your wrist with a swift pull, your hands immediately falling to his back muscles, pulling him closer to kiss you passionately, desperate to feel him.

He grabbed your hands and softly massaged away the redness from your wrists. Placing soft kisses on the indents from your resistance.

“We are keeping the ropes.” He groaned at you.

You chuckled lightly, kissing his forehead as you finally were able to move freely.

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biteofcherry · 11 months

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Ohhh this is totally mountain rescuer Steve’s vibe 🔥

#he's the kinkiest husband material #and has a special place in my heart lol #mountain rescuer Steve Rogers #mountain rescuer!steve rogers #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader

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itsprashimusic · 2 years

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I’ll be strong for you

Pairing - Steve Rogers x desi!wife!reader

Summary - Sometimes superheros need someone else to lean on instead of being others’ support beam. In Steve’s case, that someone is his wife.

Warnings - desi reader and references, some hindi is spoken but i have put the english translations in brackets next to them, let me know if i made any errors cause its 3 am and i don’t have the stamina to proofread

Word Count - 650

Part 2

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Your paayals (anklets) made a soft jingle every time your foot made contact with the ground. But it couldn’t be heard over the loud thuds your foot made while you were running towards the front door.

Your husband had been out on a mission for over a month. Normally you were used to his week long missions and the ones even longer than that. But this was the first time he had been gone for a mission that lasted longer than 4 weeks.

It was late at night, dark enough to prompt you to turn on a ceiling light in the living room. The soft yellow light illuminated the room giving it a very homely look. After checking through the peephole that it was infact him behind it did you make a move to open the door (steve wanted you to keep this habit if you were home alone).

No sooner had you opened it, you had been engulfed in a bone shattering hug. Steve didn’t ever seem bothered by the fact that you both were still standing at the door. Realising it you walked backwards into your living room while still hugging him somehow managing to close the door aswell.

He pulled back to look at you, relishing your features as if to remember them forever. He opened his mouth to say something but whatever was about to come out died before he had the chance. He held your face in both of his hands with such gentleness, his thumb sweeping over your cheek in a loving manner.

Your own hands held his wrists, your thumbs rubbing over the back of his hand. The soft yellow light did a great job of not just giving beautiful structure to Steve’s face but also of making the diamond that sat in the middle of your gold wedding band shine bright.

With his hands still cupping your face he pulled you in closer resting your foreheads before meeting your lips in a kiss. The kiss was sweet. But you could tell that he was holding back something. Deterring the thought from your mind you just focused on your significant other standing in front of you after not being there for 40 days. Steve pulled away, instantly hugging you again but this time letting his head fall in the crook of your neck. That was when you heard him say something for the first time, “I’ve missed you, so bad.”

“ हाँ राजा, जानती हूँ। ” (Yes dear, I know) you said closing your eyes and holding him even tighter, diminishing any possible remaining gaps between you both.

You didn’t notice when, but you started feeling your shoulder turn wet. The same place where your love had wedged his head in. This was a rare occurrence. Maybe something happened on the mission that caused it? Could be, since the last time he cried was when Tony died in the final fight at the Avengers Compound.

You tried asking him what happened, “What’s wrong, sweetheart? क्या तुम बता सकते हो what happened?” (can you tell what happened?). He said nothing only sobbing harder now. You narrowed it down to him just being exhausted and needing a break. So, you held him tight, both of you standing in the middle of the living room under the yellow light.

Sometimes, even those who save us need to break in order to be strong.

Bonus

“I’ve made some aloo parathas that you can eat later,” you said knowing its his favourite. And you said the right thing because just as you said it you felt him smile against your neck, his cries slowing down to hiccups. “You made them for me?” he said with a sheepish smile as he looked up from your shoulder, your hand rubbing circles on his back. You nodded. “Can we have them tomorrow as well?”

“ हर रोज और हमेशा के लिए। “ (everyday and forever).

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Baby's First Christmas

Summary: It's Christmas Eve and you get an early Christmas present.

Warnings: None. Discussion of contractions. Brief and non-graphic description of childbirth.

Divider Graphics by @firefly-graphics

Your breath clouded in front of you as you walked down the sidewalk on the cold Christmas Eve. Honestly, the cold felt great as you felt like you were currently running at the same temperature as a furnace. You were hot, swollen, crabby, and uncomfortable. Exactly what you wanted to be at Christmastime. To be fair, you would take all of that for this. You were currently 38 weeks pregnant and, despite the aches, pains, and frustrations of being this late into your pregnancy, you loved being pregnant.

You and Steve had been married for almost two years when you told him that you were pregnant. At first, he hadn’t believed you, thinking that you were playing a prank on him. But after reassuring him that it was real, he was speechless. The look on his face was one that you would never forget. It was as if the sun was radiating from his face as the smile spread wide. He pulled you close to him and the kiss he gave you was searing. When he pulled away to allow you both to catch your breath, there were tears clouding his eyes. You gently wiped them away and smiled at him. Since that moment, he had been the best partner you could have asked for. Always attentive and caring, maybe too much at times. There were times that you had had to remind him that you weren’t ill, just pregnant. He would just smile and nod and then go right back to it. You laughed, knowing that helping was just Steve’s way and he was an eternal “mother hen”.

You were grateful for the semi-alone time you got to have now. Steve was busy last minute Christmas shopping with Sam and Bucky and you had been determined to get the last of your shopping done as well. He didn’t like you going out this close to your due date without him, but you assured him that you were perfectly capable. Plus, you weren’t going alone. Natasha and Wanda were joining you and they had Steve on speed dial in case anything happened. Their presence helped Steve to relax a bit.

You had been shopping for an hour or so and had gotten quite uncomfortable, some Braxton Hicks causing some pain. However, you hadn’t said anything to anyone because you didn’t want your time out cut short and you didn’t want them calling Steve and him rushing back. You needed this time with your girls. Wanda had been eyeing you some but hadn’t said anything yet. Natasha was comparing two seemingly identical sets of knives, deciding in the end to get them both, one for her and one for Bucky. Gift shopping with this group was always interesting.

An hour later, you had all wandered into a baby store and were perusing the tiny clothes. “Are you sure? I couldn’t handle not knowing.” Natasha said to you incredulously. You just smiled and shook your head.

“We both don’t really care. We have a few names floating around but we are waiting until they’re here to decide fully.’ You paused for a moment, allowing the contraction to pass. You did your best to not show any outward signs of discomfort but were seemingly unsuccessful. You looked back up and saw them both looking at each other. “Please…” You said slightly panicky, “don’t say anything to him. They aren’t real yet, these are just practice ones. If you tell him, he’ll rush us straight home or worse to the hospital when we don’t need to yet. I promise, when it happens, if it happens, you can call him. But please, I just want to spend time with you guys.” They both looked at you seriously and then each other before agreeing.

“Okay.” Wanda spoke up. “But if I feel like we are getting serious here, I won’t wait for you to say something. I know you and I know that you will try to hold out as long as possible without telling anyone.” She stared at you firmly. She was right of course, you were annoyingly stubborn and hated for others to see you in pain. You nodded in acceptance of her terms.

Another hour passed and Wanda and Natasha became increasingly concerned. You were still walking and talking, but it seemed like the practice contractions were now anything but that. Natasha had been silently timing them and they were running about 8 minutes apart. You didn’t seem to be showing much pain, but you would have to stop walking or talking every now and again to take a deep breath. You were silently grateful when Wanda suggested you guys stop for lunch. To be able to sit down seemed like a great idea.

You were wrong. Sitting down had been a terrible idea. When you were up and moving, you had been able to almost put the constricting pain out of your mind. But sitting here, trying to eat your food really highlighted the severity of the discomfort you were feeling. Both Wanda and Natasha were talking to you about any number of things, but you found it hard to follow along with the conversation. About three quarters of the way through lunch, Natasha folded her napkin and forcefully set it on the table.

“Okay, that’s it, Y/N. I love you and want to respect your wishes, but it’s time we call the boys. You’ve barely been able to eat your food and your “Not contractions” are running about 6 minutes apart now. Why we are still sitting here is beyond me.” She seemed frustrated, but more so at hating seeing you in pain and not being able to do anything about it.

You were breathing through the pain, stubbornly shaking your head no. “It’s not time. I still have two weeks. I can’t do this today. It’s Christmas Eve. We’re supposed to have two more weeks.” You had started to tear up, your words repeating softly as your two best friends saw the fear in your eyes, finally understanding what was going on.

Wanda reached over and grabbed your hand. “Sweetheart. It’s time. I know you’re scared, but this baby is coming whether you admit it or not. It’s better to get home to Steve and get you two off to the hospital than to deliver in the restaurant or, worse, on the sidewalk.” The soft, encouraging smile on her face washed over you. You squeezed her hand in thanks. You were terrified, but you knew you weren’t alone and that was the most important thing.

You took a deep, shaky breath as you nodded your head. Natasha quickly jumped into action, paying the bill and grabbing her phone. She dialed Bucky, knowing that Steve would be so nervous he wouldn’t listen well, and waited for him to answer. You only heard one side, but that was honestly enough.

“Hey B, you’re still with Steve right?” She paused as she waited for his response.

“Okay good, you guys need to get back to the house. We are headed there as well. Y/N has been having contractions and it’s about time for them to head to the hospital.” At that point she pulled the phone away from her ear as the volume on the other end increased exponentially. Apparently she was on speaker and Steve had heard. You could plainly hear his yelling without the phone on speaker. He was going on and on about how he can’t believe he let you out of his sight and he should be with you right now. He was yelling louder and louder which surprisingly made you burst out in laughter. He heard you through Natasha’s phone and yelled again.

“Is she fucking laughing? My god, this goddamned woman will be the death of me! I swear to God Natasha, if you don’t get her home safe to me, I will hunt you down.” Natasha rolled her eyes at his comment, knowing that he would do no such thing.

Still laughing slightly but also feeling another contraction growing you muttered out through your teeth. “Tell him I said to calm his fucking tits.” Both Natasha and Wanda looked at you like a crazy person and Natasha hesitated at relaying the message. “I said… to tell him… to calm… his fucking tits. Natasha was confused but relayed the message to him and you could hear him cursing while Bucky and Sam laughed and saying something about his “Tits of Justice”. As Natasha hung up the phone, Wanda helped you into your coat and the three of you slowly but steadily made your way back to your brownstone.

By the time you had gotten back to the house, Steve was sitting on the stoop waiting for you. He already had your hospital bag packed in the car and luckily the car seat had been installed since last week. When you guys rounded the block and came into view he shot up off the steps. If you weren’t in pain currently, you would have found the whole situation hilarious. A whole team of superheroes were frantically moving around you, making sure that you were safely in the car and comfortable. Wanda and Sam quickly ran your shopping bags up into the house and said they would meet everyone at the hospital. Bucky and Nat hopped in a car and followed behind. Steve must have made a phone call before you got back home because as you pulled into the hospital, there was a whole team of people standing by, ready to assist, including what appeared to be a whole security team.

You sent him a glare and he willfully ignored you. This had been an argument between the two of you for months now. You didn’t want any special treatment, just because of who you were and who he was. You were just Steve and Y/N having your baby. And Steve would probably have agreed with that about anything else in your life, but this was your’s and his child's health and safety and he wasn’t about to fuck around with that. You knew he was coming from a place of love and concern but you needed to make sure you set some boundaries before things got too out of control.

As they got you settled into a laboring room you pulled the doctor and nurses over, along with the head of the security and Steve.

Waiting for a contraction to pass before you addressed them. “I am going to be very blunt and direct and this will be the last time we will discuss this. I understand Steve’s desire to be extra prepared for any and all eventualities. However, I will not be allowing any additional staff in unless they are medically necessary and any security will have to wait outside. Do you all understand?” They all nodded and you turned your head to Steve who hadn’t acknowledged his agreement. “Steven?” You sternly looked at him, waiting for his response. You knew he was just trying to protect you, but you needed him to be on board with you here.

He stared at you for a moment, trying to wrestle with his need to protect and his desire to honor your wishes. He let go a deep breath and nodded his head. “I understand, sweetheart.” You knew that this was a large concession for him to relinquish control and you smiled up at him. “Thank you.” At that moment, a contraction took hold and you gripped his arm and held on to him for support as you breathed through it. He rubbed your lower back, adding pressure to your hips. He had learned about that from the numerous books he had read cover to cover and from the birthing class he had signed you both up for. He was as prepared as he could have been.

Two hours later and Steve was certain he had heard every curse word there was and then a few extra he was sure you had made up. He ran his hands through his disheveled hair. He couldn’t remember a time of more stress and anxiety in his life and yet, in this moment, it was all worth it. Not twenty minutes ago, he had been moving your hair off your sweaty face as you pushed your child into the world. One moment you were moaning in such intense pain and the next a breath of relief whooshed out of you. The half second of silence seemed to last for an eternity until he heard what had to be the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. His child was here and boy, they were loud. They were quickly placed on your chest and you turned to Steve with tears in your eyes while you laughed. He joined you in a tearful laugh, all the emotions of the day overwhelming you both.

He walked down the hall to the small but cozy waiting room. The crowd of patient onlookers had grown and he saw the whole team waiting for any update. When they saw him walk in, they all stood and a hush fell over the group. He smiled at them, with tears in his eyes.

“I have a daughter…” was all he was able to get out before the group burst into celebration and he was embraced and congratulated. He told the team they could come back and see you and the baby a few at a time, but that he wanted to start with Natasha and Bucky.

As they walked into the room, Natasha instantly went to your side, giving you a soft head kiss and resting her forehead against yours. “I’m so proud of you.” Bucky was standing a ways back, giving you two your moment. He had his arm around Steve’s shoulder, looking at the now three women who meant the world to him. You were so grateful for their love and friendship. A soft hush fell over the room as they stared at the child in your arms. “Well? Are ya gonna make us ask? What’s her name?” Bucky finally spoke up and asked.

You and Steve looked at each other and smiled and Steve spoke up. “Well, we thought it was only fitting because of her birthday, but this is Eve Rogers.”

“Eve Natalia Rogers.” You interjected. Natasha’s eyes went wide in shock.

“Wait. Really?” She asked, not fully believing it.

“Of course, why wouldn’t we name her after her godmother. It’s not like we could name her after her godfather. Eve Bucky just doesn’t flow so well.” Steve said, playfully nudging Bucky.

They both smiled and the look of gratefulness and love on both their faces was one you would never forget. You couldn’t have asked for better friends and godparents for your child. You could see that Bucky was slightly emotional over it all but he quickly blinked it away and smiled warmly at the two of you. “She looks so much like you Y/N. Thank God she’s more you than this punk.” You all laughed but you looked down and compared your daughter to your husband. She definitely did look like you, her little nose and the cupid’s bow of her soft lips, but there were hints of Steve as well. Her hair was the same blonde and when her eyes were open, they were the exact shade of his.

A few hours later and you and Steve were finally alone with your daughter tucked safely into the bassinet beside you. You both just stared lovingly at her as you watched her sleep. Her little lip moved as she slept. Neither of you said a word, but so much was communicated in that moment. Contentment, relaxation, and love beyond describing. Neither of you could imagine ever wanting to be anywhere but in this moment. Your perfect Christmas.

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