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moonlighttfoxx · 5 days ago
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The girl with the golden eyes:  Chapter Seven
A/N: Sorry this took so long. It’s been crazy couple of weeks and I kinda was stuck with this one. When I started writing it, I had a pretty basic idea. If you have any suggestions or ideas, I’d be always open to hear them. I will try to update more often, but I have this trip coming up next week, sooo no promises. Thanks for reading guys! :) 
Warnings: Jealous Steve appears again( I kinda love him Lol)
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You opened your eyes to a terrible headache. Shit. How much had you drunk last night?
You threw the covers away, trying to mentally prepare yourself for leaving that bed. You knew the moment you lifted your head off the pillow, your headache would only get worse. So you decided to give yourself a few seconds before you do that. Instead you thought it’d be a good idea to try to remember exactly what had happened last night.
There was alcohol. Obviously. You played some game. Oh that damned game. You had to make out with Nat, because of it. Not that you minded. You had to twerk at some point (Bucky’s dare). You had to give the Captain a lap dance… oh, Jesus! You had grinded against Steve’s crotch. You had wiggled your ass for him, you had pushed your boobs literally in his face. His red face. He must have been so embarrassed. Probably almost as you were right now. How were you supposed to face him after that? He already hated your guts. Damn! You wouldn’t be able to look into his gorgeous blue eyes. Blue eyes? The bluest of eyes… ‘You have the bluest eyes in the world, Captain’
Those words suddenly rung in your head. For a moment the awful headache was replaced by them. And then you remembered. You remembered all of it. Your confession about Brock being your first and only, your confession about being horny lately… and the worst of all… you had drunkenly kissed Captain Steve Rogers. If you closed your eyes, you could still feel the taste of his lips, of his tongue. You could still feel the warmth of his hands over your body and the desire it had awoken. You could still feel the hardness of his cock pressed against your belly. You remembered it all.
You were a lot of things at this second. Aroused. Embarrassed. Hungover. You wished to forget everything that had happened last night and at the same time you wished to remember it till your last breath.
But hey, whatever happens at game night, stays at game night, right? So you figured the best you could do, is pretend nothing happened. You didn’t have to talk about it with anyone. It would be your little piece of heaven. A little secret, shared with Steve. A drunken mistake you would never ever repeat.
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 Steve was on his way to the common area. He was secretly hoping Y/N wasn’t there. He knew she probably didn’t remember much, but still that wasn’t very helpful, because he remembered. He remembered everything. Every little detail. Her ass wiggling for him. Her boobs, shoved in his face. Her lips, pressed against his. How could he forger that? If anything, he was thinking about her even more now.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw her. She was on the couch with Bucky. They were watching a movie. Bucky was sitting with his legs stretched out on the coffee table in front of him and Y/N was lying with her head in his lap. Steve could see Bucky’s hands were buried in her hair and his fingers were moving up and down her scalp.
‘Hey, Stevie’ Bucky greeted him, not looking away from the TV. Steve murmured a quick ‘Good morning’ in response and went to grab some coffee. ‘Won’t you join us?’
Steve sighed. What excuse could he possibly have not to join them? And plus that was his almost every day routine. He’d grab some coffee and sit quietly around the coffee table with the TV on. He’d rarely watch it though. It was just background noise that for some odd reason made him feel relaxed. So, they’d know something was up if he didn’t join them. It’d be weird. Therefore, he slowly dragged his ass to the armchair near the couch and sat on it.
He took a sip of his coffee and put it on the table. Then he casually glanced at Y/N. She had her eyes closed, but he could tell she wasn’t sleeping. Firstly, because of her breathing. And secondly, because she greeted him with a short ‘Morning, Captain’ the moment he sat down next to them. He could see her outfit now. It involved casual wide black shorts and a white tank top. No bra again. And to top it all from the position she was in, he could see the curve of her butt and the red lacy bikinis she had chosen to wear. That was the problem with the wide shorts. God. She was going to be the death of him. Steve swallowed hard and tried to focus on something else. Bucky’s serious expression. Or the steady movement of his hands, buried in Y/N’s hair.
Suddenly a soft moan escaped her lips, leading Steve’s thoughts in a certain direction. A direction he was definitely trying to avoid. And her moan didn’t help him one bit. If anything, he could feel his pants getting tighter by the second. Damn it.
Steve noticed the look he got from Bucky. The moment their eyes met, Bucky raised an eyebrow at him and it seemed like something mischievous crossed his mind that very second. Great. He knew. He must’ve smelled Steve’s arousal. The captain hurried to avoid his eyes and shifted uncomfortably in the armchair.
‘Do you like that, doll?’ Bucky whispered.
‘Mmm… yesss’ Y/N answered. Steve looked at her again and he could see that her nipples had gotten hard and very visible underneath her tank top. As if they were begging for attention. As if they were begging to be pinched and licked and sucked. Steve could feel his cock getting harder and harder.
‘How much exactly do you like it?’ Bucky asked.
‘Oh, very very much’
‘You know, I can see that’ he said smirking.
Y/N opened her eyes and looked up at him.
‘Huh?’ she asked.
‘I love girls like you. Even if you’re trying to be subtle about it and hide it, your body kinda gives it away’ he said as his hands slowly slid from her head down to her shoulders until they reached her breasts and teasingly grazed her erect nipples through her top. She gasped seemingly in surprise, but Steve could tell she liked it. He could smell that sweet sweet scent in the air once again. As much of an effect it had on him, he didn’t like it one bit. Not when it was for Bucky.
‘Bucky!’ she half screamed, quickly glancing at Steve. But Bucky didn’t stop, instead his smirk just grew wider.
‘I know you like that, doll. Again, your body gives it away. I can smell you’ he said and drew a deep breath. ‘You smell so fucking good. I can’t help it, but to want a taste of it’
Steve knew Bucky was right. She liked it. And she did smell good.
‘Bucky’ Steve said sternly. It was very hard to keep his voice down. It was very hard to play it cool, especially when all he wanted was to rip his friend’s hand off and punch him in his stupid smirking face.
Bucky looked up at Steve.
‘What?’ he asked.
‘Stop that’ Steve said, his voice was low.
‘Why?’ Bucky asked, his smirk re-appearing once more.
‘It’s disrespectful and it’s not appropriate. You wanna keep doing that, at least take it somewhere more private’ Steve said, using his Captain voice.
‘Why do you care so much Stevie?’ Bucky asked. ‘You know; to me it sounds as if you are jealous. Are you jealous, Stevie?’
Steve was about to answer, but he was interrupted by Clint, who had just walked into the room. He was fully dressed. It was obvious he didn’t go there for coffee and chit chat.
‘Hey, guys’ he greeted. ‘I know it’s early, but Furry wants us for a meeting. He has a mission for us. It’s urgent, so you better get dressed and let’s go’
All of them rose to their feet, heading to their rooms. While walking through the hallway, silently following Y/N and Bucky, the captain couldn’t help but wonder if Bucky was annoying him on purpose. Deep down Steve was certain, that his best friend was testing him, pushing him, trying to get a reaction out of him. The only thing he didn’t know, was why.
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moonlighttfoxx · 21 days ago
When will you post next chapter 🥺🥺
I hope tomorrow. Definitely will have some more time over the weekend 🥰
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moonlighttfoxx · 27 days ago
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The girl with the golden eyes: Chapter Six
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‘I need another drink!’ you exclaimed, getting up from the floor, staggering a little.
‘Don’t you think you should take a break? It’s late’ Steve said quietly.
It WAS late. A little past 1 am. Nat had already called it a night like half an hour ago and Bucky’s been dead asleep on the couch for the past hour. Old man. He wasn’t even drunk. He couldn’t get drunk, because of the serum, he just had the schedule of an old man. You on the other hand were completely hammered.
‘Nooo. I’m perfectly fine’ you answered pouring another glass of vodka. Taking your drink in your hand you went in Steve’s direction on the armchair next to the couch in slow unsteady steps. You stopped right in front of him. If you weren’t drunk, probably you’d consider it a little bit too close: you were almost in between his legs. Your breasts were right at the level of his eyes. ‘Don’t I look fine, Captain?’
You could see him swallowing hard as his eyes travelled up, stopping on your perky breasts only for a brief almost unnoticeable moment before they reached your eyes.
‘Yeah, perfectly fine’ he answered. He stood up from the armchair, now looking down at you. Your breasts were almost touching his t – shirt covered abdomen. Oh, this position was all too familiar. ‘But how about I take that from you, huh? And then maybe you can go to bed’
He reached out, slowly taking the glass from your hand, his eyes never leaving yours. His fingers brushed against your own, which for some reason caused a light electrical shock all over your body. You bit your bottom lip, trying hard to suppress a moan.
‘But I don’t wanna go to bed just yet’ you said.
‘Okay. Just do me a favor and drink something different than alcohol’
‘Will you stay with me?’ you asked. Steve nodded.
‘I suppose I can stay a little longer’ he said as he bent slightly so he can reach and leave the glass on the table behind you. Now his face was inches away from your breasts. ‘Sorry’ he said once he straightened up again, a slight blush creeping to his cheeks.
‘I don’t mind one bit’ you answered, smirking a little. ‘Let’s sit down and talk’
You grabbed his hand dragging him to the floor where you sat during the game of Truth and Dare. You sat opposite of him, crossing your legs underneath you.
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So, there he was. On the floor, sitting opposite of the woman he claimed he loathed. It was just the two of them and she was wasted. She was unusually chatty and relaxed. He didn’t want to admit it, but he liked it. Her. That way.
‘You know, Captain’ she started suddenly, breaking the silence. ‘That make out session with Nat tonight was the most action I got in months’
‘Oh?’ Steve asked, finding it hard to believe.
‘Yeah… and I’m so horny. I just wanna be pounded hard. I want to feel something else besides my fingers down there’
Jesus. She was so fucking drunk and she had such a little dirty mouth that was making Steve fucking hard all over again. He swallowed hard one more time.
‘Well… I… um… I’m sure a lot of guys are willing to help you with that’
‘Yeah… maybe. But I don’t want just any guy. After Brock… it’s hard to trust anyone’ she confessed heartedly.
‘Brock? As in Brock Rumlow?’ Steve asked and Y/N nodded. ‘You slept with that guy?’
‘Well… yeah’ she answered, looking down. Was she embarrassed? ‘He found me and recruited me. He taught me everything. He is very keen on shiny little things, you know. And… he made me one of his shiny little things. I was so fascinated at the beginning with everything he offered, including sex. He was… my first’
Steve’s eyes widened a little.
‘But you were part of Hydra till recently. Does that mean you’ve never been with anyone else?’ he couldn’t help but ask. He didn’t want to seem interested at all. But he was.
‘Yep. Only one guy my entire life. How pathetic is that?’
‘I wouldn’t say pathetic. And plus… who am I to judge anyway?’ Steve said, looking her in the eyes, almost smiling.
She chuckled.
‘You have the bluest eyes in the world, Captain’ she blurred out. ‘And I love the beard. It suits you. A lot.’ She reached out, touching his face. She ran her fingers through his bearded cheeks. ‘I wonder how it would feel in between my legs. Oh, man… I’m sure I’ll be regretting that in the morning’
Steve laughed. He could have told her he wondered the same thing. He could have told her he had spent the entire afternoon thinking of his head in between her legs. But he didn’t.  
‘No worries. Whatever happens at game night, stays there. So you can tell me whatever you like and we won’t discuss it ever again. I promise’ he said.
‘Thanks. But I think I should call it a night. I’m not going to risk sharing all the naughty thoughts I have that involve you’
‘Naughty thoughts, huh?’ Steve asked. Only if she knew his thoughts. And only if she had any idea of how hard she made him only with her presence and nothing else.
‘Yes’ she admitted, getting up and Steve followed. Both of them left the room, leaving the lightly snoring Bucky behind them on the couch and slowly started walking towards their bedrooms. They fell into comfortable silence.
Eventually they reached Y/N’s room.
‘Well, this is me’ she said, stopping. Steve stopped too. They were facing each other again, her breasts almost touching his abdomen. The same old position. Appareantly it was becoming their thing.
‘Yeah’ Steve whispered. ‘Well… good night, I guess’
She nodded, but Steve could see her mind was elsewhere. He wondered about the thoughts that had invaded her mind space. He wanted to know what she was thinking about, but he wasn’t going to ask. Instead he turned around, ready to walk off.
‘Hey, Captain’ she called him. He stopped and faced her again. He expected her to say something, but she didn’t. To his surprise Y/N grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt, pulled him closer and smashed her lips against his. Steve was stunned at first, his thoughts going wild for a second, but soon enough his instincts took over. The same instincts that kept him on his toes for the past couple of weeks. The same instincts that were telling him to ravish her and make her scream his name.
His lips started moving against hers and he gently pushed her against the door. Steve felt her tongue licking his bottom lip and he gladly opened his mouth, his own tongue meeting hers. Y/N pulled his body closer to hers hungrily, desperately. Flesh to flesh. He let his hand roam from her waist up to her breasts. He could feel how hard her nipples were. He pinched one of them over the fabric, which made her moan in his mouth. The well know sweet scent filled the air around him and captivated all his senses, blurring them. Oh, that drove him crazy. He was rock hard again. And he knew she could feel him. But for the first time he didn’t care. It was all for her. She had to know.
Seconds later they parted to catch their breaths. They stood there for a moment just looking at each other, breathing heavily. Her lips were swollen from the kiss and the color red painted her cheeks. That was the most beautiful sight Steve had ever seen. Y/N all flushed, all wet. For him.
Y/N smirked at him.
‘Well, Captain, remember: whatever happens at game night, stays there’ and with those words she turned around and entered her room, closing the door behind her.
Yep. Steve was left there. In front of Y/N’s bedroom in the empty hallway. Alone. Flushed. Panting. Rock hard.
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moonlighttfoxx · 28 days ago
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The girl with the golden eyes: Part Five
Warnings: smut, complete filth, horny Steve, horny Bucky, horny reader, a little girl on girl make out session, mentions of BBC
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‘Hey, Steve! Wait up!’ Bucky shouted in the empty hallway, chasing his friend after he had stormed out from the gym. Steve stopped, turned around and looked angrily at his friend, face still red, both from anger and from the workout.
‘What?’ he asked annoyed.
‘What’s with you? What was that all about?’ Bucky asked once he caught up with him.
‘I have no idea what you’re talking about’
‘So… you just happen to storm out like that on a regular basis, huh?’
‘It’s nothing important’ Steve answered coldly.
‘Again, you are not a particularly good liar, Stevie. Besides, it doesn’t go well with Captain America’s image to lie now, does it?’  
Steve sighed.
‘Sure, sure. But dry – humping in public areas goes well with everything, I assume.’
‘Is that what this is about? I had a little fun, so what?’
‘It’s inappropriate. That’s what. Today’s dry – humping, tomorrow who knows… I might go to the gym and find you two actually fucking’
‘So what if you do?’ Bucky crossed his arms in front of his chest.
‘It’s inappropriate!’ Steve raised his voice, repeating himself one more time.
‘Is that the reason it bothers you? Because you see, I think you’re lying.’
‘You can think whatever you want. I couldn’t care less.’ Steve grunted.
‘You sure about that?’ Bucky said quietly. ‘You know what I think? I think you want to fuck Y/N just as much as I do if not more. I think you think about her all the time. I can only imagine the thoughts running through your head. And I think it drives you nuts when somebody else is so much as looking at her. Because you are jealous. You are a jealous son of a bitch. And you can deny it as much as you want, but don’t forget I know you all too well. And don’t think I don’t know you are aroused all the time when you are around her. I’m a super soldier too. Now, you have two options: you can admit that you fucking want her so I can back off or you can continue acting like a horny little boy that doesn’t know what he wants.’
Bucky could see Steve’s jaw tightening.
‘I don’t want her. I can barely stand her. And I couldn’t care less about who she sleeps with. So will you drop it already?’
‘A horny little boy it is then’ said Bucky. He turned on his heel and went back to the gym, leaving Steve in the middle of the hallway. Pissed. The Captain was a stubborn man. Bucky knew that if he pushed him enough, he would eventually have to face his feelings, therefore the winter soldier just set a new goal for himself: piss Captain America until he caves. Steve would thank him later.
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‘Okay, guys. As some of you already know: I have planned a little Truth or Dare for tonight’s game night. I’m sure you’re familiar with it. In case you pick truth, you have to answer honestly, you don’t get to switch questions. If you pick dare, you can’t back out and again you can’t request a different dare.’ Natasha gave detailed instructions as the rest of the team sat in a circle on the floor.
‘Are we still doing that? But there’s just the four of us here’ Steve complained. Tony and Bruce had some science stuff to do that came up in the last minute. Clint saw an opportunity to spend some time with his family during the weekend and Wanda and Vision had decided to find good usage of the weekend as well and take a short vacation. That left only Steve, Bucky, Y/N and Natasha in the compound.
‘Of course we are still doing that. I’m not letting anyone ruin my game night.’ Nat said confidently. ‘Where’s Sam?’
‘In his room. He injured himself badly during workout earlier. He took same painkillers and went to bed’ Bucky explained.
Natasha nodded.
‘That shouldn’t be a problem. I actually think it could be way more fun like that’ she smirked.  ‘Sooo, grab something to drink, I feel you’re gonna need it and let’s get the party started!’
Boy, as annoying as Nat was right now, she was right about the drinking. Steve needed a lot of that if he was going to make it through tonight. Not that he could get drunk anyway. But there’s no harm in trying, right? That way at least he was going to focus on something else instead of Y/N. He could smell her again. He was sitting in between him and Bucky, right next to him and that didn’t help one bit. Those damn lilacs. And as if that wasn’t enough of a distraction, she was wearing casual shorts and a tight top. No bra again. And guess what? Her nipples were pushing hard against the fabric. Yep, Steve needed alcohol big time.
‘Sooo, let’s start. I’ll go first. Bucky, truth or dare?’ Nat asked.  
‘What do you think? Dare, of course’ he smirked.
‘Oh, this should be fun. I dare you to send a text to the last person you messaged, but not just any type of text. A sext. Send a sext to the last person you messaged. And make sure it’s descriptive. Tell them in details what you want to do to them’
‘Oh, neat! That’s a nice one!’ Y/N cheered, sending a smile in Nat’s direction. ‘Who is it, Buck?’
Bucky took out his phone, unlocking it and opened his messages.
‘Uh, it’s Sam. Why couldn’t it have been one of the two of you? I have no problem picturing what I want to do to you’ Bucky said, referring to Nat and Y/N.
‘I can help you with that’ Y/N said, a slight smirk appearing on her face. ‘Give me the phone’
Bucky rolled his eyes, but gave it to her anyways.
‘I’m gonna embarrass myself one way or another. How bad could it be?’ he sighed. Steve watched Y/N typing something, a devilish grin on her face.
‘There’ she said, clicking the send button. Then she returned the phone to Bucky.
He read it himself and his eyes widened a little bit.
‘Jesus, doll. You’ve got some mouth on you’
‘What is it? Read it out loud for us’ Nat pleaded.
Bucky sighed.
‘I wasn’t able to stop thinking about you all day, big boy. You looked so good at the gym today I wished to have a bite of that sexy ass of yours and feel your big black cock in my mouth. I just love gagging on big black dicks’ he read. Steve choked a little on his drink. For no particular reason he couldn’t help but wonder if Y/N really thought that.
‘Awesome!’ Nat laughed.
‘Do you really love gagging on big black cocks, doll?’ Bucky asked raising an eyebrow.
‘Maybe I do, maybe I don’t’ she answered mischievously.
‘Oh, come on! Tell me! Today is all about truth and dare, isn’t it?’
‘Well, I suppose you’re going to ask me later anyway. So, to answer your question: I love gagging on big cocks. I love the challenge if you know what I mean. They don’t have to be black necessarily. Although, there’s a certain appeal to the black ones’
‘Totally!’ Nat agreed.
Now, why did she have to say that? Steve’s mind drifted off in a very inappropriate direction including Y/N’s mouth on his big hard cock. If she loved gagging so much, he sure as hell was able to help her with that. Steve bit his bottom lip.  
‘Mmm, doll, then you’d love to have a taste of me’ Bucky whispered.
‘I’m sure I would, Sergeant.’ She giggled. ‘But it’s your turn.’
‘Oh, right. Truth or dare?’ Bucky looked at Y/N.
‘Dare’ she answered confidently. Her answer brought a big smirk to his face.
‘You choose wisely. I have this particular fantasy of mine that involves you. I’d like to make it a reality and it seems like I might just have the chance for that.’
‘Tell me you’re not that desperate to dare me to give you head’ Y/N joked.
‘Why should I dare you? If I wanted it, you’d already be on your knees in between my legs gagging on my cock. Trust me, I can make you gag reaaaal good’
‘You wish’ Y/N rolled her eyes. But the scent coming from her that filled Steve’s nostrils was unmistakable. He was willing to bet she was dripping wet.
‘Damn right I wish’ Bucky chuckled. ‘Anyways, what I want you to do now is make out with Nat. I want a heavy make out session: tongue, heavy groping, dry humping if possible. I want it all.’  
‘No problem’ Y/N said. ‘I’m sure she’s better than any of you anyway’
‘You bet I am’ Nat said. ‘Come here babe’
Y/N laughed, getting up from the ground and going to Natasha. She took her face in both her hands and roughly smashed her lips into Nat’s. A few seconds later Y/N slid her tongue into the other woman’s mouth. In the same time, her hands were roaming down Nat’s body. With every second it was getting hotter and hotter. The two women’s bodies were brushing against one another. Steve could see Y/N’s hands going on Nat’s waist and then slowly sliding down, squeezing her ass. At the same time the Black widow reached underneath Y/N’s top, her own hand moving up to her boobs. From what the Captain could see Nat’s fingers were gently playing with Y/N’s nipples, which lead to a loud moan escaping from her lips. Oh, that was the single most beautiful sound he had ever heard.
Eventually the ladies parted. Both of them breathing heavily.
‘Well, was that good enough for you, Sergeant?’ Y/N asked.
‘Y – yeah’ Bucky stuttered, his voice raspy. He cleared his throat and then his usual smirk appeared once again. He rubbed his visibly hard cock through his pants on purpose of course, bringing everyone’s attention there. ‘It was perfect.’
The air in the room was heavy. Steve could smell the arousal on all of them. Especially on Y/N. But he couldn’t blame her. Nor Bucky. He himself was rock hard. Back in his day things like that were taboo. It wasn’t perceived very well. He hadn’t thought he could actually enjoy it that much. But he did. And the pressure in his pants was the absolute proof of that. He felt as if his cock was about to burst.
Y/N took her place between him and Bucky and turned her flushed face to him. Jesus. He hoped he wasn’t obvious. He hoped his erection wasn’t visible.
‘So, Captain Rogers, truth or dare?’ she asked. There was something so hot in the way she used his title. It made his cock twitch in his pants. Fuck. That definitely wasn’t helpful.
‘Truth’ he answered huskily.
‘Wuss!’ Bucky whispered. Steve looked at him sternly and then his eyes found Y/N’s once again.
‘So… Captain…’ she started, her eyes sparkling dangerously. ‘Have you ever jerked off to someone in this very room and if so when did you lastly do it?’
Fuck. Heat rose to Steve’s cheeks.
‘Ohhh… that question was on point!’ Bucky said. ‘So, Stevie, tell us the truth. Does Captain Goody – two – shoes do such inappropriate sinful things?’
‘I… well… yes, I’ve masturbated to somebody in this room. Two hours ago while taking a shower’ the red color on his cheeks deepened. He downed his drink, suddenly feeling anxious with the three pairs of eyes set on him.
‘Oh… I think that’s cute’ Y/N said. ‘You don’t have to worry about that being embarrassing. It’s totally normal. I also masturbated before I came here for the game.’
‘Were you thinking of me?’ Bucky asked.
‘No’ Y/N laughed as Bucky’s face formed a ridiculous pout.
‘Excuse me’ Steve said, interrupting them as he rose to his feet. ‘I need another drink’
He wasn’t so sure he was going to make it through tonight after all. That little minx was pure torture for him and he wasn’t sure he would be able to control himself much longer around her.
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moonlighttfoxx · 28 days ago
When will you post next chapter........
It's in progress. Hopefully later today 😊
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moonlighttfoxx · a month ago
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The girl with the golden eyes: Chapter Four
Summary: Y/N’s come to some realizations
 Warnings: jealous Steve, smut, dry humping, Bucky, Sam 
A/N: I’d appreciate some comments and tips! :) 
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Steve couldn’t wait to spend some time at the gym. Boy, did he need that. Lately he needed it more than ever. He was extremely angry recently. And extremely horny. Not that he would ever admit it. Not even to himself. It certainly didn’t help that his best friend was a huge pain in the butt too. But some gym time would surely do him good. He could at least blow off some steam.
‘Hey, Cap, going to hit the gym?’ Sam’s voice interrupted his thoughts. Steve turned his head around to his left, where his friend was standing now.
‘Yeah, I am. And what are you up to?’
‘Same.’ Sam said shortly. Steve nodded and they fell into somewhat comfortable silence, walking side by side in the direction of the gym.
‘Hey guys! Wait up!’ Bucky’s voice echoed in the empty hallway. Steve rolled his eyes. As much as he adored his best friend, he needed just a little break from him. ‘I’m going to the gym as well’ he said once he caught up with them.
‘Sooo, game night tonight, huh?’ Sam started, obviously attempting to ease the tension that had suddenly filled in the air around them. ‘I wonder what the game will be this time’
‘Probably some Truth or Dare or something like that. I heard Nat talking.’ Bucky answered.
‘Truth or Dare?’ Steve asked.
‘Yeah, you pick one and they either ask you a question, usually an embarrassing one, that you need to answer truthfully or they give you some sort of task to do, again an embarrassing one or maybe a naughty one and you have to do it, you can’t refuse once you’ve agreed to play.’ Sam explained, knowing his friend being over a hundred years old probably had never played that game before. Well, of course it was Nat’s idea. She usually picked those type of games.
‘Oh, I wouldn’t mind a few naughty tasks’ said Bucky. Of course he wouldn’t. Especially if they involved Y/N.
‘We know’ Sam answered, opening the gym door. The three men entered.
‘Oh God’ Sam whispered. ‘Isn’t that a sight for sore eyes…’
Steve wasn’t sure what he was talking about, so he looked up and let his eyes travel around. It didn’t take long before he found the source of Sam’s admiration. Y/N. Of course. She had laid a purple yoga mat on the floor in the corner. She had changed the baggy shirt she was wearing earlier to black sports bra and tight yoga pants of the same color that hugged her hips and defined her ass perfectly. She was currently warming up, Steve assumed or maybe doing some yoga, based on the position she was in. And she was a sight for sore eyes indeed. She was on her hands and feet, stretching with her ass high up in their direction. As if she was trying to torture whoever walked in that gym, begging for attention. She must’ve been doing it on purpose. It was like it was her mission to make him fantasize and think of her. As if it was her mission to make him hard all the time whenever she was in the same room as him. And as if sexual frustration wasn’t enough, she had the same effect over other men as well, which was driving Steve crazy even more. For no apparent reason. Uh.
Now, seeing her in that position, what man in his right mind, wouldn’t just want to go behind her, slide down her pants, revealing that perfect ass and lose himself in the warmth of her depths, stretching her out. Now, wouldn’t that just be nice.
‘Mmm… it’s a sight, alright’ Steve heard Bucky whisper next to him. There it was again – the anger. But Steve was tired of feeling that so he decided to keep it under control this time and instead of thinking too much about it and her for that matter, to actually focus on his workout. So he ignored Bucky’s comment and went over the closest punching bag, not far from where Y/N was, starting his training, his punches slow at first.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Bucky moving in her direction, so that made him circle his punching bag a little, positioning himself, so he could subtly watch what was going to happen. For no apparent reason again.
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You were doing your yoga routine in the gym. Lord knows you needed it. You needed to get full control of your body and mind again. It was definitely an eventful morning, especially after your encounter with Steve. You discovered something about yourself you didn’t know existed: your attraction to Steve. You usually tried to be as far away from him as possible, because you knew he wasn’t very fond of you. And he was right not to be, he didn’t trust you. He had to protect his team, therefore trusting people came hard for him. And after everything you’ve been through, you fully understооd him. If you were him, you’d be the same way. That’s why you decided to give him space until he warms up to you and sees you were no threat whatsoever. You kept your distance, but this morning you were put face to face with him. Both literally and figuratively.
It was just then you noticed how handsome he was. He had the perfect and yet manly features. Everything in him screamed perfection – from his dirty blonde hair to the thin line of his lips. Absolute perfection. He was usually so composed all the time – his expression stern, hiding all the thoughts running in his head behind a pair of stormy eyes, his hair tidily put back, his beard, which was a new occurrence, always perfectly trimmed. But you could tell that this morning his guard was down. Probably because he was still sleepy, his hair was a mess and yet it was still perfect in every way and for the first time since you had joined the team, you could see that the storm in his eyes was quiet. No, there was something else instead, something deep, intense and powerful, something that made those perfect eyes even more blue than they were. You had no idea what it was, but you knew you wouldn’t mind a taste of it. As unwilling you were to admit it, this morning for the very first time you noticed Steve Rogers and that awakened a new craving for you that would haunt you for a very long time if not for the rest of your life, you were sure of it.
Deep in thoughts, you continued to stretch, hoping that the yoga exercises would help you get a grip of yourself and would chase away the memory of this morning. So far, it wasn’t working. But you kept stretching anyway. Child pose. Bridge. Four limbed staff. Downward dog.
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, you felt someone behind you. You were in the downward dog position, your ass as high up as you could possibly put it and there was someone behind you! You could feel them putting their hands on your thighs and sliding them up and down slowly. You looked down, still holding the position and you saw a pair of tracksuit covered legs.
‘Hey, doll… I love that position’ Bucky said from behind. You could hear the smirk in his voice.
‘Jesus, Buck’ you breathed. ‘Is there any reason why you’re standing there of all places? Is there any way I could help you?’
‘Why, yes, there is. Wiggle for me, doll. Wiggle that beautiful ass of yours’ he said, his hands still on your thighs, but he moved his whole body closer. So close his crotch was against your ass. So close you could feel him pressed against you. In normal circumstances this would be considered inappropriate of him. But that’s just how your friendship worked. You teased each other like that. Of course, he was much more open about it. And truth be told, it felt nice. It’s been awhile since you felt anything, but your fingers down there. So feeling him right then, was nice.
‘Oh yeah? Aren’t you excited to see me?’ you laughed, referring to his semi – hard cock, pressed against your ass, wiggling just a slight bit to tease him. He groaned. Yep. The nature of your friendship was definitely out of the box.
‘You’re such a good friend’ he praised. His hands moved up slowly, from your thighs to your ass, caressing it teasingly and then further up to your waist. He held on it firmly. ‘Now… let me help you with your workout. You can improve it a little bit’
You laughed again.
‘Since when do you know yoga?’ you asked.
‘Yoga is all about stretching. I know everything about stretching. I am pretty good at it too. Now, open your legs further.’
‘I’m still not sure about your yoga skills’ you teased not moving one bit.
You heard him growl a little. He moved his right leg in between yours, his knee pushing your legs further apart. Then you felt his grip around your waist tighten and he forcefully slammed your body against his, which earned him a surprised gasp from you. It was weird how his actions in combination with your burning limbs (from being in the same position for way too long) made you feel even more aroused. Jesus.
‘Still not sure?’ he asked, smirking.
‘No, no doubts anymore’ you laughed. ‘Just pure curiosity. What else can you stretch so good, Buck?’
Bucky was about to answer, when a loud ‘bang’ interrupted both his answer and your little game. He moved back, which allowed you to stand up again. Both of you looked around, looking for the source of the awful noise. What you saw in front of you made your eyes widen. Steve breathing heavily, all sweaty and a face burning red, looking at the punching bag in front of him on the floor, torn from its ceiling holder. What the fuck? Did he do that himself?
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The girl with the golden eyes Part Three
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Steve was sitting on one of the barstools on the kitchen counter with a plate full of eggs in front of him. The eggs Y/N had prepared.
‘These eggs are delicious’ Bucky said, sitting in the chair next to his.
‘I’m glad you like them’ she smiled at his friend.
‘You know, doll… I can get used to this. You making me breakfast in nothing but my t – shirt’ Bucky smirked. Wait… his t – shirt? Had she spent the night with Bucky? Steve felt the familiar feeling of anger building up in his chest once again.
Y/N raised an eyebrow.
‘Nothing but your t-shirt?’ she asked.
‘Yeah’
‘What makes you think I’m wearing nothing underneath?’
‘Oh, you know… just a guess, based on facts’ Bucky’s smirk grew. Steve shifted on his chair and couldn’t help but wonder what facts?
‘What facts?’ Y/N asked as if she had read Steve’s mind.
‘Well…’ he started. ‘Firstly, you’re not trying very hard to hide those nipples of yours. It takes one look at them and I already know what the weather’s gonna be like. So, logic suggests that if there’s no bra, there’s no panties as well. And secondly and most importantly, I know for a fact that you like sleeping without panties.’
What? Y/N sleeps with no panties on? Uh… who does that? Probably any guy would be thrilled to know that in every moment of the night they could just reach down and lose their fingers in her wet warm depths. But not Steve of course. He didn’t care about what she was hiding underneath. Pff… not at all. He wasn’t imagining reaching down in between her legs. He wasn’t imaging sliding his fingers through her wet folds, just as he wasn’t imaging her pink throbbing enlarged clit, nor he was imaging drawing slow teasing circles around it until she was begging. He wasn’t. Really. He. Was. Not.
Bucky suddenly looked at Steve weirdly. Damn. If Steve could smell Y/N and Bucky’s arousal, probably Bucky could smell Steve’s as well. Perfect. Just perfect.
‘Oh, is that so?’ Y/N asked, seemingly unfazed by that statement. ‘It seems you’ve spent an awful amount of time thinking about my underwear, Sergeant.’
‘Yes’ Bucky said shamelessly. ‘As a matter of fact I have. So tell me, doll, if I were to reach in between those thick thighs of yours, what would I find there?’
There it was. That fucking rage again. What’s up with that? Why would a simple question make Steve want to punch Bucky, his best friend, in his stupid smirking face?
‘It seems you’ll have to keep guessing, Buck’ Y/N laughed.
‘Morning’ Clint’s voice echoed in the kitchen.
‘Hey’ Y/N said cheerfully. ‘Eggs in the frying pan. Help yourself. Now, gentlemen, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to hit the gym.’
‘Hey, you’ll join us for game night tonight, right’ Clint asked as Y/N was exiting the room.
‘Wouldn’t miss it for the world’ she said loudly from the hallway.
‘Damn, those nipples, don’t you just want to run your tongue over them. Jesus.’ Clint said a couple of minutes after she left, which only seemed to anger Steve more.
Bucky chuckled.
‘I know, right’
Steve snorted loudly. Bucky and Clint looked at him.
‘What?’ his best friend asked.
‘Is Y/N’s nipples the only thing we can talk about now?’
‘Of course not’ Bucky answered confidently. ‘There’s her little tight ass as well, also her beautifully formed legs, her thick thighs… and once I get her underneath me, I’ll definitely be talking about what’s between those thick thighs’
Steve took one deep breath. He had to appear calm and unfazed.
‘Uh… you’re disgusting…’
‘Oh please… it’s not like I’m the only one thinking about it around here. Tell me you wouldn’t want to pound her hard till she can’t walk’
It seems Bucky really wanted to get punched in the face. He was begging for it.
‘I wouldn’t want to’ Steve said through gritted teeth. ‘I’m perfectly capable of controlling myself. I think with my upper head.’
Bucky raised an eyebrow.
‘Big nose doesn’t fit you pretty face, Stevie. Your lower head seemed to disagree earlier.’
Steve snorted in annoyance one more time and got up from the barstool.
‘I don’t want to continue this moronic conversation. I’m going to hit the gym as well.’
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moonlighttfoxx · a month ago
When will you post next chapter......
I'll do my best to post it at some point later today 😊
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The girl with the golden eyes: Chapter Two
Summary: Steve is still trying to figure out his feelings and trying to put those weird insticts under control. 
Warnings: smut, jealous Steve, Bucky
A/N: It’s a little bit more descriptive. 
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After what seemed like a century with Hydra, taking a break was exactly what you needed. Natasha had come in the right moment to save you from Hydra, but mostly from yourself and all these relentless thoughts of devastating guilt. And you couldn’t thank her enough. You were tired of being Hydra’s pet, you were tired of helping them in their sick cause and most of all, you were tired of being Brock’s pet, his little precious trophy.
You were also thankful to your new teammates. You expected them to be a little harsh on you and frankly, you wouldn’t blame them. If you were in their shoes, you wouldn’t trust a person who used to play for the enemy’s team as well. But they were nothing but kind, sweet and gentle with you. They were doing their best to make you feel comfortable and a part of their team. Almost all of them at least.
It’s been a couple of weeks since your first encounter with them. Now you were an honorable member not only of their compound, but of their regular movie nights, game nights and their lives in general. It was so simple, so cozy, so friendly. You’ve never felt so relaxed and peaceful in your life. And getting to know each one of them was truly a blessing. They were all incredible in their own unique way. You’ve grown closer to them – to some more than to others, but that’s just human nature, isn’t it? You can’t click the same with everyone.
Besides Natasha, who you had so much in common with – your childhood, your interests, your personalities (she was as much of a strong independent girl, who wanted to have fun as much as you were), over the past days you grew incredibly close to Bucky. You knew the reason: both of you were unfortunate enough to have spent a part of your lives in Hydra’s grasp. That was the first thing that brought you closer. You found yourself able to share memories and fears with him that you thought you’d never open up about to anyone. Then the Hydra talk eventually turned into a movie talk, a book talk, intimate thoughts and sex preferences conversations and absolutely everything you could think of.
You knew what this looked like on the outside and you were sure that everyone thought there was something going on between the two of you. But that definitely wasn’t the case. As good as you two got along on almost every level, you knew Bucky wasn’t the type of person you saw yourself with, not for something serious at least. Truth be told, you wouldn’t mind having him as a stress release buddy if it ever came to that – pure physical act, ending with multiple orgasms instead of feelings. He’d be a perfect fit for that, you were sure. And boy, did you need multiple orgasms…
You smiled at the thought while doing your morning ritual after getting out of bed. It was an early morning, so you thought you might go and do some sort of breakfast. Not that you could really cook, but scrambled eggs were one of the few things you could make.
Wearing only a grey t – shirt, a few sizes too big, almost reaching your knees (it was Bucky’s after all, after escaping from Hydra, you didn’t have a lot of personal belongings, so he was kind enough to offer you a few of his shirts after you mentioned how much you enjoyed sleeping in baggy shirts) and a pair of pink bikinis that were neatly hidden underneath Bucky’s shirt, you made your way to the kitchen through the quiet hallways, ready to start making the breakfast.
Steve was walking down the hallway, sleepily rubbing his eyes, when his supersoldier sense of smell was attacked by the delicious scent of something being cooked. Something that made his stomach growl. He took a deep breath inhaling it. It was something fried, maybe eggs. It had to be eggs mixed with something sweet. That was weird. Eggs and something sweet? He took one more deep breath. Lilacs. Fuck. That meant only one thing: Y/N was there. Probably she was the one cooking the deliciously smelling meal. Maybe he should come back later? It was way too early to deal with all the weird reactions of his body. NO. His body didn’t control him. NO. He was in charge. Hiding and avoiding her would definitely not solve the issue. He took one more deep breath for a totally different reason this time and stepped into the kitchen.
His eyes immediately found her. She had her back to him mixing some ingredients in a bowl. It was clear that she hadn’t heard him. She was completely oblivious to his presence in the room. She had her usual sleeping attire – a baggy t-shirt and nothing else. Nothing he could see anyway. Oh how much he hated that attire! He hated everything about it. The way it hugged her thighs and especially the way her pointy nipples were poking through the fabric. He couldn’t see them yet, but he had no doubt they were there just like every other morning. What happened to the good old bra, huh? Didn’t she own any? How inappropriate was that – walking around in a house full of men with her perky breasts completely braless! It was so fucking infuriating! For him at least.
Still standing at the door, he saw her reaching up into one of the cabinets. She couldn’t really rely on her height, when it came to reaching… well anything. She was short indeed. She stood up on her tip toes, obviously hoping for a better access, but the only thing she really enabled was Steve’s eyes access to her butt. He was wondering what she was hiding underneath those stupid baggy t – shirts. Well, it was a perfectly round, small, seemingly tight bum, just waiting for him to put his hands over it, squeezing it, spanking it, painting it red. Oh, he was sure he could cover it with only one of his big hands. He felt a familiar tug in his boxers. Damn it! Not again.  
‘Do you need any help with that?’ he asked huskily. Y/N jumped a little, startled. She turned around, facing him. Yep. There they were – those nipples, poking through her shirt. That certainly didn’t help his pants situation.
‘No… well, actually, yes. Could you, please?’ she smiled, her cheeks getting a little redder. Was she blushing?
Steve walked over to her. She didn’t move contrary to his expectations, which didn’t give him any other option, but to position himself right in front of her. Her pointy nipples almost touching his t-shirt covered upper abdomen. She was looking up at his face with those big golden eyes. Jesus. That image was certainly going to hunt him through yet another cold shower. The only thing he was praying for right then was for her not to move any closer… or else she could feel him… she could feel just how hard he was for her.
‘Uhm…’ he cleared his throat. ‘What is it the thing you need again?’
She seemed flushed for some reason. That’s when he felt it or to be more précised that’s when he smelled it. Smelled her. Lilacs and something even sweeter. He couldn’t tell what that smell was. He didn’t care what it was, but he couldn’t mistake the pheromones filling in the air around him, accessible only for a superhuman like him. She was turned on. She was wet, he was sure of it. Was that for him? Was she wet for him?
‘Pepper’ she whispered at first, but then continued more confidently. ‘I need pepper. Someone put it on the top shelf’
He reached out, careful not to touch her, grabbed the needed ingredient and locked his blue eyes on hers once again.
‘There’ he breathed.
‘Thanks’ she answered taking it slowly from him, not breaking the eye contact.
‘Good Lord, what’s that heavenly smell?’ Bucky’s voice interrupted their unofficial staring contest. Y/N jumped a little once again and moved away from Steve, turning her back on him and continuing with her cooking.  Steve also moved a few steps back and looked at Bucky. He could see his nostrils flaring. The winter soldier was breathing in the wide mixture of smells in the kitchen. He was a fellow supersoldier after all. Steve could see the realization hitting Bucky’s face and his eyes darkening seconds after that. Oh yeah, he had smelled her. Bucky knew. Now there was another smell, filling in the air around Steve: the smell of Bucky’s desire. He smirked and moved closer to where Steve and Y/N were. Moving past Steve he positioned himself next to her on her right and gently traced his metal fingers along her upper arm. Then whispered in her ear: ‘What’s that heavenly smell, Y/N?’
Steve knew what smell his best friend was referring to this time and it had nothing to do with breakfast. He was well aware of it. For some reason Bucky’s thoughts, Bucky’s desire, Bucky’s body close to Y/N’s, his fingers moving up and down her arm aggravated Steve, it drove him wild. All he wanted to do is tear Bucky away from her. A low growl threatened to escape from his mouth as if he had lost all control over his body, his instincts taking over his brains. But fortunately Y/N’s giggle was the thing that brought his focus on her and that was all he needed to stop the uncontrollable growl from escaping right on time, enabling him to quickly regain his control.
‘Scrambled eggs. They’re almost ready. I’m making extra anyway, so both of you can have a bite’ she answered.
‘Mmm… I would love to have a bite, doll…’ Bucky whispered, smirking. ‘Wouldn’t you love to have a bite, Steve?’
Bucky locked his eyes on Steve’s, still smirking.
‘Yeah. You have no idea, Buck’ Steve answered coldly.          
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The girl with the golden eyes
Fanfic series
Steve Rogers x OC(that’s the plan at least, still in process, might be some sort of platonic Bucky)
Summary: Steve Rogers hates Y/N - the way her golden eyes sparke, the way her hair falls down her shoulders, the way she smells and most of all he hates that she screwed him over in a mission, working with Hydra. Caught between the hatred and the desire he feels for her, what will happen if they are forced to live and work together not as enemies, but as a team?
Warnings: smut, sexual content, 18+, lots of jealous Steve Rogers
A/N: I'd appreciate some comments no matter positive or negative.
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
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The girl with the golden eyes Chapter One: Prologue
Summary: Steve Rogers hates Y/N - the way her golden eyes sparke, the way her hair falls down her shoulders, the way she smells and most of all he hates that she screwed him over in a mission, working with Hydra. Caught between the hatred and the desire he feels for her, what will happen if they are forced to live and work together not as enemies, but as a team?
Story type: Series
Pairings: Steve Rogers x OC
A/N: This is my first try for an Avengers fanfic. All comments(even the negative ones) are welcome. I’ll try to post regularly. Keep in mind that I’m not a native English speaker, so I apologize for any mistakes that might occur in the story. :)
Warnings: Language, smut, adult content, 18+
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Steve looked around the room full of people. His eyes were rapidly scanning everyone until they landed on the person he was looking for – a tiny plain guy in his thirties. It was easy to miss him, given that he was no one special at all, but he used to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. employee and right now he was a great threat for them all.  He had to give the order for that guy to be taken down. He needed to be taken down one way or another, but Steve wasn’t willing to risk the lives of all those people. So right now the only thing he could do was patiently wait for the former employee to leave the event and then he would give the order to the agents that were surrounding the area around the event center.
Holding his drink in his hand, his eyes still casually going around the room, stopping for a second on each face – some of them familiar, others not so much. Rich gentlemen from the high classes with their polished wives showing off their fortune, parading with their marriages – shiny on the outside, broken and sad on the inside.
A sudden shiver pulled him out of his thoughts, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Surprised by that weird reaction of his body, he became even more alert and he started searching frantically for the cause of it. It was then, when his eyes were met by light brown intense almost magical orbs. Blue into golden.
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You were walking in the room, moving slowly and gracefully in between the crowd. The long burgundy dress was hugging your curves perfectly. It was just the perfect combination of classy and sexy – it wasn’t showing too much flesh and yet it was enough for the mind to wonder what’s underneath it.
You took a quick look at the people in the crowd, but still kept your focus on the person you were here for tonight. Jim Brooks was right in front of you. Your eyes were set on him and you were doing your best to remain focused. You were well aware of the fact that you were being watched by the handsome man at the other end of the room. You also happened to know exactly who that was – you’d seen him on TV a couple of times. You blinked once and tried to bring your attention back on your mission.  Your eyes found your target quickly – Jim Brooks was a few feet away from you. You smiled to yourself. It was show time.
You moved past him, bumping into his shoulder accidentally on purpose, which caused him to spill his drink all over his shirt. He turned around to face you, looking annoyed as hell, but the moment he looked at you, his expression softened and his eyes travelled down your body.
‘Oh, my God. I’m so sorry, Sir. I’m so clumsy.’ you said sweetly. You looked down at his ruined shirt and then back at his face. You put your hand over the wet spot on his shirt, caused by the spilled drink. You moved your hand over it slowly, gently rubbing it.  ‘Oh… look at that. It’s going to leave a stain. I really am so so sorry.’
‘Well, I’m not.’ Jim smiled widely at you. ‘But how about you make it up to me by letting me get you a drink.’
‘I guess it’s the least I could do. Thank you’
‘Oh… trust me. It’s my pleasure, miss…’ Jim looked at you questionably, waiting to hear your name.
‘Lilly. Lilly Sparks’ you said sweetly. That was your alias. The name you used when you were on a mission.
‘Well, miss Sparks that over there is my table. Why don’t you wait for me there while I go and get you that drink’  
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Steve was curiously watching the peculiar encounter taking place in front of him. He wasn’t sure what was happening. Jim Brooks was supposed to leave the event, but he got distracted by the beautiful girl with the golden eyes and what was the strangest part – she seemed interested in him. Something was definitely fishy. There was no way a girl like her would have a slight interest in a simple plain man like Jim Brooks.
Steve was getting slightly irritated. This mission should have ended by then. They should have already taken the flash drive from Jim and called it a night. That lady was slowing the mission down and that was a problem. Fortunately, he had an idea how to quickly deal with the situation. He downed his drink and straightened his tie, then stood up from the bar and headed directly towards the girl. Truth be told, that idea wasn’t his favorite, but it was the first thing that came to his mind.
‘Excuse me, Miss’ he said when he reached the table where she was waiting for Jim. She looked at him, her golden eyes shining under the artificial lights of the room expectantly, obviously waiting for what he had to say. God, she was beautiful. ‘I was wondering… would you like to dance with me?’
‘Oh, I’m sorry, Sir. I’m waiting for somebody’ now that was new for Steve. The ladies usually would throw themselves at him. He definitely wasn’t prepared for that answer.  He started thinking of what to say next, but he didn’t have much time, because a moment later Jim was back to the table with a drink in his hand.
‘Is everything okay here?’ he asked, his eyes nervously looking at Steve. Jim’s hand slowly slid to his right pocket. Obviously however stupid that might be, the flash drive they were looking for was there.
‘Yes, everything’s great. Would you like to dance?’ the girl asked looking at Jim.
‘Oh, yes’ he nervously answered, putting down the drink he was holding, then took her hand and led her to dance floor, where a few other couples were already moving around under the beat of some slow song. Steve couldn’t do anything, but just watch. The golden eyed girl pressed her body against Jim, she was whispering in his ear, giggling at his responses. She was probably just another stupid girl, looking for a sugar daddy. That was the only logical explanation of her interest in Jim.
They continued to dance for some time with Steve watching them intently.  Eventually they came back to the table. Both of them looked at Steve questionably.
‘Oh, captain Rogers. You are still here.’ Jim said. ‘Is there anything we can do to help you?’
What was happening with him? Of course if he continued to just stand there, it would look suspicious. Come on, Rogers, you are better than that. If he didn’t get his act together, he was going to blow it.
‘Nothing. I was just leaving. Enjoy the evening you two’ Steve smiled and walked away.
He sat back at the bar and continued to casually watch the interaction between Jim and the girl with the golden eyes. They were talking and laughing for good 20 minutes. Then the lady took out a piece of paper from her purse and gave it to Jim. Steve assumed it was her phone number. Then she hugged him and gave him a light peck on the cheek. With that, she turned around and headed for the exit. Steve’s eyes lost her in the crowd a few seconds after.
Jim stood there at the table, smiling at himself. That fool. He finished his drink, straightened his suit and also headed for the exit.
‘Okay, guys ‘Steve said almost cheerfully, speaking to his teammates through the device in his ear. ‘Stay on position. He’s coming.’
He waited a few minutes himself and started making his way through the crowd, going for the door.
‘Uhm… Sir’ he heard one of the agents speak in his ear. ‘He’s got nothing on him.’
‘What?!’ Steve almost yelled. ‘What do you mean nothing? It should be in his right pocket!’
‘It’s empty, Sir’
Where was the flash drive? He could have sworn it was in his pocket. It was visible from the camera footage and from his behavior tonight. It should have been on him unless…
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You walked to the limo waiting on the side of the event center. The driver smiled at you and opened the door for you.
‘Thank you’ you smiled and got in the car.
‘So… do you have it?’ Brock Rumlow asked, looking at you intently.
You raised your hand, holding the flash drive in it and smiled, saying:
‘Hail Hydra!’
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Chapter One:
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Nick Fury had gathered the team for a meeting. He wanted to introduce the new recruit: it must have been someone special, because even with his usual grumpy attitude, there was a hint of emotion in his voice over the phone. Steve couldn't really tell what kind of emotion exactly. It could have been anger, excitement, annoyance... who could tell anyways?
So, there he was, sitting in the conference room with the rest of the team, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for Fury and this 'special person'.
'Do I really have to be here for this?' he heard Bucky complaining next to him. 'Who has meetings at 8 am? I need my beauty sleep...'
'Yes, you do. You are part of the team now, you should start acting like it.' Steve answered sternly, to which Bucky only rolled his eyes.
Their attention was caught by the sound of the door, being opened. There he was: Nick Fury with his usual grumpy face. Steve glanced at his watch. The director was right on time, as usual. He was a very punctual man - a quality that the Captain actually appreciated. Behind Fury there was a lot smaller person. Steve couldn't make out their face since it was hidden behind the One-Eyed Man's broad shoulders, but one thing was certain: this wasn't a man, but a woman. A short woman with dark brown hair.
Being a supersoldier, all of his senses were heightened, so he could be alert at all times. You see, in moments like this, that was a problem. He could smell her. She was so intoxicating. She smelled like lilacs. It was as if her scent was slowly penetrating every part of his body. A shiver ran down his spine, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. That was a familiar feeling. But why?
She stepped aside, so she could see everyone and everyone could see her. She was wearing a simple white shirt with the first few buttons unbuttoned, showing just a little bit of her cleavage and ripped black jeans that were hugging her hips tightly. She had one of those big sunglasses on her face, so he couldn’t see much of it, but from what he could see, she was beautiful. She had cute small nose and red plump kissable lips. Not that he thought of kissing her.
‘So, everyone…’ Fury started ‘…This is Y/N. Our new teammate.’
Y/N took her sunglasses off and smiled widely at the team.
‘Hello everyone! It’s so nice to meet you!’
Her eyes travelled through every face in the room. Eventually they settled on Steve’s. Their eyes met. Blue into golden. Wait! Golden? He knew those eyes! He could never mistake them. In fact, he doubted he could forget them. That was her! The girl with the golden eyes from the gala, who ruined his mission.
‘Oh, nice. A hot chic’ Steve heard Bucky whisper next to him, only for him to hear. The Captain sent one more stern glare in his direction. She wasn’t hot. Not one bit. Not at all. Sure she had some nice squishable curves on her, but so did every other woman on the planet. It wasn’t as if Steve was wondering what treasure was hidden in between those thighs or what would happen if he were to slowly unbutton the rest of the buttons on her shirt, one by one, only to reveal her soft skin underneath, which he would definitely NOT want to explore first with hands igniting every bit of it and then he would definitely NOT ravish it with his mouth, marking it, claiming it, owning it. Just as he was definitely NOT feeling his pants getting tighter in the crouch area. Not. At. All.
‘She is a former agent of Hydra. One of their top agents if I might add. She, undoubtedly, is a great asset to our team.’ Fury introduced her, interrupting Steve’s thoughts, leaving him confused.
‘How’s a former Hydra agent a great asset to our team?’ Steve asked. It came out huskily due to his previous thoughts, although there was no way in hell he was admitting he was having any thoughts about her at all.No, she didn't affect him one bit. Or at least he tried to convince himself that. He cleared his throat.
‘Firstly, she was basically their right hand. She knows the way they think, the way they fight, the way they play. Secondly, they recruited her for her skills. She is a great spy. She can subtly find out the information you need without using force. No shootings. No combats. Easy. Clear. Casual.’ Fury said, raising his hand, holding a small object in it. That was the flash drive Steve was looking for for his mission.
‘Huh, if that’s what S.H.I.L.D.’s looking for, doesn’t it make the rest of us obsolete?’ asked Tony.
‘Of course not! There’s always gonna be need of you. What we’re doing, is reducing the rough force to a minimum. Less damages, less casualties. We still need you to plan out strategies, work along Y/N, be her backup and intervene, when it turns out we need rough force after all. With all your skills combined, you’re gonna make a hell of a team’
‘I don’t understand completely. How can she help us exactly?’ Wanda asked.
Fury sighed, looking annoyed.
‘Look at that’ he pointed at Y/N. ‘Is there a man in this room, who wouldn’t say she’s attractive?’
Steve noticed half of the male crowd in the room, looking Y/N up and down. Bucky had one of his ‘I’d hit that’ smirks, he was almost certain he heard Sam whisper ‘Damn’ somewhere behind him, Clint and Tony were nodding in approval and Bruce was blushing. Ugh… their reaction was so damn irritating.
‘Exactly... Men like that, men could be easily manipulated by that. And some women too.’
‘I’d let her manipulate me any time’ Bucky whispered in Steve’s ear. The Captain was so close to punching him in the face and wipe that disgusting smirk off of his face.
‘Why, thank you, Sir’ Y/N spoke sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
‘And how exactly are we supposed to trust her? How can we be sure she’s not a double agent?’ Steve asked.
‘If you trust me, then you can trust her as well. Romanoff can back me up here.’
Natasha raised from her chair, standing next to the One-Eyed.
‘I trust her with my life. That should be enough of a proof’ she said simply.
‘No more questioning. No more doubting. I count you’ll make her feel welcome, show her around, let her adjust and most importantly be her friends. That’s what one needs after interacting with Hydra for too long.’
With that Fury turned on his heel and left, leaving Y/N to them. Steve didn’t like that situation one bit. He didn’t trust her. He couldn’t. And all these controversial feelings he was or was not having, were definitely new and 100 % unhelpful. He was screwed.
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The girl with the golden eyes: Prologue
Summary: Steve Rogers hates Y/N - the way her golden eyes sparke, the way her hair falls down her shoulders, the way she smells and most of all he hates that she screwed him over in a mission, working with Hydra. Caught between the hatred and the desire he feels for her, what will happen if they are forced to live and work together not as enemies, but as a team?
Story type: Series
Pairings: Steve Rogers x OC
A/N: This is my first try for an Avengers fanfic. All comments(even the negative ones) are welcome. I’ll try to post regularly. Keep in mind that I’m not a native English speaker, so I apologize for any mistakes that might occur in the story. :)
Warnings: Language, smut, adult content, 18+
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Steve looked around the room full of people. His eyes were rapidly scanning everyone until they landed on the person he was looking for – a tiny plain guy in his thirties. It was easy to miss him, given that he was no one special at all, but he used to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. employee and right now he was a great threat for them all.  He had to give the order for that guy to be taken down. He needed to be taken down one way or another, but Steve wasn’t willing to risk the lives of all those people. So right now the only thing he could do was patiently wait for the former employee to leave the event and then he would give the order to the agents that were surrounding the area around the event center.
Holding his drink in his hand, his eyes still casually going around the room, stopping for a second on each face – some of them familiar, others not so much. Rich gentlemen from the high classes with their polished wives showing off their fortune, parading with their marriages – shiny on the outside, broken and sad on the inside.
A sudden shiver pulled him out of his thoughts, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Surprised by that weird reaction of his body, he became even more alert and he started searching frantically for the cause of it. It was then, when his eyes were met by light brown intense almost magical orbs. Blue into golden.
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You were walking in the room, moving slowly and gracefully in between the crowd. The long burgundy dress was hugging your curves perfectly. It was just the perfect combination of classy and sexy – it wasn’t showing too much flesh and yet it was enough for the mind to wonder what’s underneath it.
You took a quick look at the people in the crowd, but still kept your focus on the person you were here for tonight. Jim Brooks was right in front of you. Your eyes were set on him and you were doing your best to remain focused. You were well aware of the fact that you were being watched by the handsome man at the other end of the room. You also happened to know exactly who that was – you’d seen him on TV a couple of times. You blinked once and tried to bring your attention back on your mission.  Your eyes found your target quickly – Jim Brooks was a few feet away from you. You smiled to yourself. It was show time.
You moved past him, bumping into his shoulder accidentally on purpose, which caused him to spill his drink all over his shirt. He turned around to face you, looking annoyed as hell, but the moment he looked at you, his expression softened and his eyes travelled down your body.
‘Oh, my God. I’m so sorry, Sir. I’m so clumsy.’ you said sweetly. You looked down at his ruined shirt and then back at his face. You put your hand over the wet spot on his shirt, caused by the spilled drink. You moved your hand over it slowly, gently rubbing it.  ‘Oh… look at that. It’s going to leave a stain. I really am so so sorry.’
‘Well, I’m not.’ Jim smiled widely at you. ‘But how about you make it up to me by letting me get you a drink.’
‘I guess it’s the least I could do. Thank you’
‘Oh… trust me. It’s my pleasure, miss…’ Jim looked at you questionably, waiting to hear your name.
‘Lilly. Lilly Sparks’ you said sweetly. That was your alias. The name you used when you were on a mission.
‘Well, miss Sparks that over there is my table. Why don’t you wait for me there while I go and get you that drink’  
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Steve was curiously watching the peculiar encounter taking place in front of him. He wasn’t sure what was happening. Jim Brooks was supposed to leave the event, but he got distracted by the beautiful girl with the golden eyes and what was the strangest part – she seemed interested in him. Something was definitely fishy. There was no way a girl like her would have a slight interest in a simple plain man like Jim Brooks.
Steve was getting slightly irritated. This mission should have ended by then. They should have already taken the flash drive from Jim and called it a night. That lady was slowing the mission down and that was a problem. Fortunately, he had an idea how to quickly deal with the situation. He downed his drink and straightened his tie, then stood up from the bar and headed directly towards the girl. Truth be told, that idea wasn’t his favorite, but it was the first thing that came to his mind.
‘Excuse me, Miss’ he said when he reached the table where she was waiting for Jim. She looked at him, her golden eyes shining under the artificial lights of the room expectantly, obviously waiting for what he had to say. God, she was beautiful. ‘I was wondering… would you like to dance with me?’
‘Oh, I’m sorry, Sir. I’m waiting for somebody’ now that was new for Steve. The ladies usually would throw themselves at him. He definitely wasn’t prepared for that answer.  He started thinking of what to say next, but he didn’t have much time, because a moment later Jim was back to the table with a drink in his hand.
‘Is everything okay here?’ he asked, his eyes nervously looking at Steve. Jim’s hand slowly slid to his right pocket. Obviously however stupid that might be, the flash drive they were looking for was there.
‘Yes, everything’s great. Would you like to dance?’ the girl asked looking at Jim.
‘Oh, yes’ he nervously answered, putting down the drink he was holding, then took her hand and led her to dance floor, where a few other couples were already moving around under the beat of some slow song. Steve couldn’t do anything, but just watch. The golden eyed girl pressed her body against Jim, she was whispering in his ear, giggling at his responses. She was probably just another stupid girl, looking for a sugar daddy. That was the only logical explanation of her interest in Jim.
They continued to dance for some time with Steve watching them intently.  Eventually they came back to the table. Both of them looked at Steve questionably.
‘Oh, captain Rogers. You are still here.’ Jim said. ‘Is there anything we can do to help you?’
What was happening with him? Of course if he continued to just stand there, it would look suspicious. Come on, Rogers, you are better than that. If he didn’t get his act together, he was going to blow it.
‘Nothing. I was just leaving. Enjoy the evening you two’ Steve smiled and walked away.
He sat back at the bar and continued to casually watch the interaction between Jim and the girl with the golden eyes. They were talking and laughing for good 20 minutes. Then the lady took out a piece of paper from her purse and gave it to Jim. Steve assumed it was her phone number. Then she hugged him and gave him a light peck on the cheek. With that, she turned around and headed for the exit. Steve’s eyes lost her in the crowd a few seconds after.
Jim stood there at the table, smiling at himself. That fool. He finished his drink, straightened his suit and also headed for the exit.
‘Okay, guys ‘Steve said almost cheerfully, speaking to his teammates through the device in his ear. ‘Stay on position. He’s coming.’
He waited a few minutes himself and started making his way through the crowd, going for the door.
‘Uhm… Sir’ he heard one of the agents speak in his ear. ‘He’s got nothing on him.’
‘What?!’ Steve almost yelled. ‘What do you mean nothing? It should be in his right pocket!’
‘It’s empty, Sir’
Where was the flash drive? He could have sworn it was in his pocket. It was visible from the camera footage and from his behavior tonight. It should have been on him unless…
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You walked to the limo waiting on the side of the event center. The driver smiled at you and opened the door for you.
‘Thank you’ you smiled and got in the car.
‘So… do you have it?’ Brock Rumlow asked, looking at you intently.
You raised your hand, holding the flash drive in it and smiled, saying:
‘Hail Hydra!’
Chapter 2:
https://moonlighttfoxx.tumblr.com/post/646685308063219712/chapter-one
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