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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Cuddle bug

PAIRING | Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | ~ 900 words

SUMMARY | Steve comes home from a long mission, and all he wants is to be cuddled up in bed with his favorite person. However, your shared secret threatens to be spilled when your good friend walks in the door and finds the two of you in bed together.

RATING | Teen (T)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established (secret) relationship, use of nickname (Doll).

A/N | This little drabble is written based on a request I received from a sweet Anon! As soon as I saw this prompt, I couldn't resist writing a little something, so I hope you will all enjoy it! This is proofread by the amazing @ccbsrmsf1, for which I'm forever grateful. I love you 🩷

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Steve has been away on an extended mission—three and a half weeks and counting—and you're missing him more than ever. The two of you started dating only a few months ago, though it mainly takes place behind closed doors. You cannot get enough of one another whenever you are alone. Still, when other people are around, it is strictly professional—apart from the occasional reassuring smile you give one another.

Within the Avengers, there is no opposition to team members dating. Still, Steve has specifically asked to keep your relationship a secret because he wants to explore the connection between you two. It is the perfect way to get to know each other personally, and the last few months have been amazing because of that.

Now, you find yourself in your bedroom, curled up in your comfiest armchair with a good book and Alpine beside you. Since Bucky is on the same mission as Steve, you have taken over her care, and she's purring away in her sleep on the windowsill, enjoying the warm spring sun.

Just as you're about to finish your chapter, you hear a knock on your door, and you look up, expecting Natasha or maybe Tony to come by, but when you see who walks in the door, you smile brightly. Steve is back from his mission.

"Hi, Doll. I missed you," he tells you as he walks into the room, and your book lies abandoned in your chair. He's still wearing his suit and the shield on his back, letting you know he came to visit you right away, and it makes the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

"Steve, you're back already! I thought you would be gone for another few days!" Your arms are wrapped around his waist as you plaster yourself against his chest. His heartbeat thumps against your cheek as he gives you soft kisses on the top of your head. His hands rub soothingly over your back as he inhales your sweet scent.

"Mission got wrapped up early, so I figured I'd come home to my girl as soon as possible," Steve says. You lift your head to meet his gaze, warmth spreading through your cheeks as he calls you his girl.

"I love it when you call me your girl; it makes me feel special," you say shyly, and Steve can't help but chuckle.

"I'm glad because I cannot stop calling you that," he tells you before kissing you in a sweet, soft kiss. You two take your time to bask in one another's familiarity, but he pulls away when he can feel a shiver run down your spine.

"I think it's time we had some cuddles, Doll. You're shivering," he whispers, and you nod.

"That sounds good. You know I can't warm up properly with you there," you tell him, and he smiles knowingly. Before you know it, Steve has put down the shield, and his suit is folded neatly on top. As he bends down to put his boots away as well, you happen to glance over, and you're met with the glorious sight of Steve's butt being wrapped perfectly by his light blue boxer briefs, highlighting it beautifully.

"Hmm, so that is America's ass," you say jokingly. You have seen it clothed and bare countless times, but you still can't help saying it. The bright red flush covering Steve's cheeks has you smiling wide, and you can't get enough of the sight.

You have also taken your clothes off, being left in your underwear as you crawl under the covers with Steve. Due to the super soldier serum, his body temperature is always warmer than a regular person's, so he makes a perfect cuddle companion during the nights and colder months.

"Welcome back, Steve. I missed you and your warmth so much," you whisper when you're lying in his arms, your leg thrown over his, his arm wrapped around you, and your head on his chest. The comforter is pulled up to your chin, and you're just about to fall asleep when you hear a few knocks on your door.

"Y/N? I'm here to pick up Alpine!" you hear Bucky's voice carry through the door before he swings it open, and you immediately sit upright in the bed, clutching the comforter to your chest, leaving Steve exposed in the bed in the process.

"B-Bucky, hi!" you say as embarrassment floods your body that you're caught in bed with your boyfriend. Bucky's face turns bright red as he looks at the two of you, his mouth opening and closing without words as he tries to understand what's happening. Without saying another word, he turns around and closes the door behind him, leaving you two to wonder what just happened.

"I should go talk to him, Doll," Steve says as he leans in for a kiss, which you happily give him.

"Okay, but only if you promise to come back soon. I can't miss you for too long again!" you tell him, and he nods with a smile before jumping into his pants. The rest of his suit and his shield are left behind as he runs after Bucky to explain what is going on between you two.

While you were embarrassed at first, you're also a little relieved that you can finally share the love between you two with someone. This is going to be the first step to telling everyone about your relationship, too. It won't be long before you don't have to carry this secret around anymore, and you're looking forward to that day finally being here.

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[ginnsbaker]

Bulletproof

Summary: You're the only Avenger who sleeps in a cell. | Series Masterlist

Word count: 2.9k+ | Tags: Mild Angst, Fluff, Sharing A Bed, Enemies to Lovers

Ship: Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral Reader

Requested by anon:

could i maybe request wanda x r where the whole team kinda mistreats them and wanda is especially bad. & r saving wanda on a mission, with this: wanda: “How'd you know you were bulletproof?" r: "I didn't. I just knew that you weren't."

Author's note: Thank you to the anon who requested this :) Not sure if this is exactly how you wanted it, but I had fun writing the battle (my first time!) Hope you don't mind I took some liberties ;) Takes place before Civil War.

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“You don’t have to be so mean to them,” Natasha tells her. 

Wanda's eyes narrow as she continues to fixate on you, her glare seemingly willing the daggers to find their mark. You can sense the energy of her powers tingling in the air, but she maintains control, stopping the daggers just short of their target.

“They need to know what they’re up against,” Wanda retorts, her accent slipping through in a rare moment. “If they’re going to be one of us, they have to prove themselves.”

Natasha moves to stand between you and Wanda, her body language calm but assertive. “They will, in time. But not like this.”

You can feel your heart pounding, but you refuse to let Wanda see any fear in your eyes. Your choice to leave your former life and join this team wasn't made lightly, and you won't be intimidated.

“I'm right here,” you say, stepping forward. “And I'm not going anywhere. If you want to test me, do it properly.”

Wanda smirks, and the daggers drop to the floor, clattering loudly in the silence. “Impressive,” she says, almost as an afterthought.

Steve Rogers, observing from the sidelines, steps in to defuse the situation. His authoritative presence commands respect, and his voice is steady and even. “That's enough for today. We're a team, and we need to start acting like one.”

He looks at you, his eyes filled with understanding but also a hint of caution. “However,” he continues, his tone shifting, “You'll still be sleeping in the cells.”

Your heart plummets, each word from Steve feeling like a blade to your chest. Being sent back to that room, devoid of windows, with only a tiny bed and a comforter too thin to ward off the chill, feels like a betrayal every time. You've spent nights there, shivering and reflecting on your decision to join this team, yet still, you find yourself confined.

“After several months of captivity, even cooking your dinner, you still don't trust me?” you ask, trying to keep the hurt out of your voice.

Steve's expression softens, but his resolve remains firm. “It's not about trust,” he says quietly, his voice carrying a weight of experience and pain. “We've been crossed so many times before, mostly by former HYDRA agents.”

Like you, he doesn’t need to say.

You understand the logic, but it doesn't make the reality any easier to swallow. The sense of being an outsider, the cold isolation of the cells—it wears on you.

Wanda, who had been silent up to this point, suddenly speaks up. “Maybe you should just leave then. If it's so unbearable, why stay?”

The room goes quiet. 

A thousand retorts spring to your mind, but you swallow them down, unwilling to escalate the situation further. The temptation to throw back that it's rich coming from her, considering she's also a former footsoldier of HYDRA, is strong, but you bite your tongue. 

You look at her, stunned by the bluntness of her suggestion, but also recognizing the challenge in her eyes. 

Her words strike deeper than she may realize. Leaving isn't an option you've entertained, mainly because there's nowhere for you to go. No one left in your life to turn to. This makeshift “family” despite their reservation and distance, is all you have.

-

The days that follow are marked by a subtle but relentless isolation. 

In the training room, Wanda's partnership becomes more aggressive than usual. Her powers lash out without warning, her critiques sharp and cutting. You hold your own, but the lack of camaraderie is palpable. Each comment she makes stings, and with every barb, you feel more and more alone.

At meal times, the rest of the Avengers seem to be in their own world, deep in conversation, sharing stories, laughing. You sit at the end of the table, your presence barely acknowledged, a shadow among them. Your attempts to join in are met with curt replies or indifference. You try to brush it off, believing that you should be used to rejection by now. But no matter how much you tell yourself that you're accustomed to it, that you've developed a thick skin, the pain is still there, raw and fresh.

Mission briefings are no better. Your opinions and insights are consistently overlooked. You contribute where you can, but your ideas are dismissed without consideration. You are a tool, a means to an end, not a part of the team. The realization gnaws at you, festering in the pit of your stomach.

Casual encounters with the team become equally disheartening. Tony passes you in the hallway without so much as a glance. Natasha avoids eye contact. Bruce mumbles something noncommittal when you try to engage him in conversation. Steve's assignments are devoid of the warmth or encouragement he shows to everyone else.

Your cell becomes a constant reminder of your status, metaphor for how the entire team treats you. 

You’re both just a weapon and a first-aid kit at their disposal.

Wanda is relentless, her words sharp and her gaze cold. You have no idea why she treats you worse than any of them, why her manner towards you has turned so hostile. You don't understand why you get under her skin without even trying, why she seems to target you with a venom that feels deeply personal.

You were expecting that Wanda would be the one to understand what it feels like to be an outsider, given that you both share a common history as former HYDRA agents. 

As the days turn into weeks, the isolation wears you down. The walls of your cell seem to close in, and a growing determination to prove yourself begins to take hold. 

You'll show them all that you're more than just a disposable weapon.

But underlying that determination is a gnawing doubt, a fear that no matter what you do, it will never be enough to earn their respect, their trust, or their friendship. It's a lonely road, and for the first time, you begin to wonder if Wanda's earlier suggestion might hold some truth.

Perhaps it would be easier to leave.

-

It’s not like you know the extent of your abilities, but they bring you along the most dangerous missions for one thing:

Your healing ability.

On top of your martial arts training, you provide a sense of security to your teammates, knowing that you'll be there to heal them if they get hurt.

Now, you find yourself on one such mission, infiltrating a den of underground supers. These aren't ordinary criminals; they're mercenaries hired to carry out the dirty work of high-ranking government officials. It's a treacherous job, one filled with unknown risks, and you've been paired with Wanda for the operation.

As you and Wanda are attempting to escape, things take a turn for the worse. You find yourselves cornered in an alley, your escape route cut off by a group of armed thugs and a few individuals displaying unnerving superpowers.

Wanda takes on those with special abilities, her eyes glowing red as she unleashes her powers in a flurry of attacks. You, on the other hand, focus on the armed assailants, wielding two-handed pistols with expert precision. Bullets fly, and bodies fall as you both fight for your lives.

But in the midst of the chaos, you notice something that sends a chill down your spine. Snipers, perched on a nearby rooftop, taking aim at Wanda. Even with your healing abilities, you know that a precise shot to the head would be fatal.

“Wanda, get down!” you shout, but she's too engrossed in her battle to hear you. Your mind races, knowing that you have only seconds to act. 

Without a second thought, you turn and run towards Wanda, your body moving on pure instinct. Bullets whiz by your ear, but you keep going, your focus solely on reaching her before it's too late.

You leap into the air, positioning yourself between Wanda and the snipers just as they pull the trigger. 

You hear the distant release of the bullet, muted but deadly.

The world seems to slow down as you brace for the impact, only to feel the bullets bounce off your skin.

You land, unscathed, your mind reeling from the realization that you're bulletproof. But there's no time to dwell on it.

Wanda looks at you, her eyes wide with shock but also gratitude. “How did you–”

“No time!” you cut her off, urging her to keep fighting. “We have to get out of here!”

Wanda's eyes flare with a vivid scarlet as she zeroes in on the snipers in the vicinity. With a flourish of her hands, she uses her powers to locate each of their positions. A pulse of energy emanates from her fingertips, reaching out to the snipers' weapons, and within moments, the firearms disintegrate into dust, leaving the men defenseless.

Seeing an opening, you reach for Wanda's arm, your grip firm but not rough. There's no time to waste, and you start pulling her towards the exit, half running, half dragging her to safety. Her breath is warm on your neck, her body close to yours, as you weave through the maze of alleyways, your heart pounding in your chest.

Once you're at a safe distance, Wanda turns to you. “How'd you know you were bulletproof?”

“I didn't,” you admit, still in disbelief, and much to Wanda’s horror that you almost got yourself killed for her sake. “I just knew you weren't. And if those bullets got to you, I wouldn't be able to heal someone who's already dead.”

Wanda stares at you, her eyes searching your face as if she's trying to see something… deeper. Her lips part, like she wants to say something more, something that's just on the tip of her tongue but won't come out.

That's when you realize that you're still holding her arm, your bodies so close that you can feel her heartbeat. A flush of embarrassment washes over you as you become aware of the intimate proximity. Wanda clears her throat, a delicate, almost shy sound, and you immediately let go of her arm.

The silence that follows your sudden step back is heavy and awkward. You can't help but glance at the spot where your hand had been moments ago, still feeling the ghostly sensation of her arm beneath your fingers.

You look at Wanda, and she's looking back at you, her eyes wide and filled with something you can't quite name. 

And then, without warning, Wanda starts to laugh.

It's a soft, bubbling sound at first, almost as if she's surprised by it herself. Her laughter grows, becoming louder and more contagious, and you can't help but stare at her, your mouth agape, wondering if she's lost her mind.

“What's so funny?” you finally manage to ask.

Wanda wipes a tear from her eye, still chuckling. “I was just thinking,” she says, her nose scrunching, something you haven’t seen on her and you find it quite… adorable. “You're like a shield now. As effective as Steve's vibranium one, maybe even more so.”

The absurdity of the statement causes you to finally join in her laugh, and your heart seems to flutter at the sound of Wanda's glee.

“I don't know about that,” you say, trying to sound modest but unable to keep the smile off your face. “Steve's shield has a bit more style.”

“Oh, I don't know,” Wanda teases, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “There's something quite stylish about being bulletproof. And practical too.”

Was that a compliment?

You shake your head, still smiling, your previous awkwardness forgotten. You're not only pleased at the first light banter you've shared with a teammate but also smiling at something else, something that stirs deep inside you and that you're not quite ready to confront.

Your crush on Wanda Maximoff.

-

The toll of the day's event is weighing down on you and Wanda, but like every mission, you're required to report the details of the mission–successful or not. Your muscles are sore, your mind is weary, but the mission was a success, and you can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

Arriving back at the Avengers compound, you follow Wanda into the debriefing room where Steve is waiting. Wanda explains what happened, how you discovered your newfound ability, and saved her life. Her voice is filled with respect and something more, something warmer, as she recounts your bravery.

Steve's face lights up with pride. “You both did well today. I'm proud of how you handled yourselves out there.”

You exchange a glance with Wanda, waiting for something more, perhaps some acknowledgment of your change in status within the team, or even an upgrade to your sleeping quarters. But instead, Steve simply nods, his face turning serious. “Dismissed.”

Wanda's face falls, and you feel a sharp pang of disappointment. You start to retreat towards your cell, the cold, windowless room that's been your home for months, but Wanda's voice stops you in your tracks.

“Wait a minute, Steve,” she protests. “After all that's happened, after all Y/N has done for us, don't you think it's time for a change? A real room, perhaps?”

Steve looks between you and Wanda. You hold your breath, hoping for a reprieve from the isolation you've been feeling.

Finally, Steve sighs, his face softening. “Wanda, if it were up to me, Y/N would have their own room already. But it's not that simple,” he explains, his voice strained. “I still need to place an official request with Tony. He's the one who approves these things.”

You can hear the frustration in Steve's voice, and you realize that he's fighting for you, in his own way.

“Fine,” Wanda says, crossing her arms. “But this needs to be done quickly, Steve. It's not right.”

“I agree. I'll talk to Tony first thing tomorrow.”

As you turn to leave and retreat back to your cell, Wanda's hand on your arm stops you, and you look back at her, surprised by the action.

“Come with me,” she says. Without another word, she leads you towards her quarters. 

Your heart quickens at her words, and you follow her, trying to process what's happening. 

Is she really inviting you to stay in her room?

Once inside her quarters, the reality of the situation sinks in, and a nervous tension takes hold. Her room is filled with personal touches–little trinkets, photographs, her clothes all over the place–that provide glimpses into a life you've only seen from a distance. You feel like an intruder, momentarily paralyzed as you take in the intimacy of her space.

Wanda seems to pick up on your hesitation, her eyes narrowing as she studies you. A smirk plays on her lips as she teases, “Don't look so terrified. I won't bite.”

You chuckle at her remark. “Well, that's a relief.”

Wanda's eyes sparkle with amusement, and she moves further into the room, gesturing for you to follow. “Make yourself at home,” she says. She then goes to the closet and begins to pull out a spare pillow and blanket. “You'll be staying here with me until we sort out a room for you,” she says.

“Thanks, Wanda,” you say softly.

Without further comment, you move to make your bed on the floor, your movements deliberate and slow as you try to give her space and respect her privacy.

“What are you doing?” Wanda asks, her eyes widening as she realizes your intention.

“I'm just getting ready to sleep,” you explain, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I'm quite tired.”

“No, what are you doing on the floor?” she clarifies, a hint of disbelief in her voice. “You're sharing the bed with me.”

“I wouldn't want to impose,” you say, though the offer is tempting.

“You're not imposing,” Wanda assures you, her eyes sincere. “You've earned a proper bed, and I trust you.”

The word 'trust' hits you like a wave, and you feel tears pricking at the back of your eyes. 

Blinking them back, your voice cracks a little as you reply, “Thank you, Wanda. That means more to me than you know.”

“Good night, Y/N,” Wanda whispers, turning on her side to face you.

“Good night, Wanda,” you say, just as softly.

You both settle on the bed, and with a flick of her wrist, Wanda uses her powers to switch off the light.

The softness of Wanda's bed is worlds away from the harsh, unforgiving mattress in your cell. You find yourself sinking into the plush comfort, every muscle in your body releasing the tension from the dangerous mission earlier. The scent of Wanda on the pillows only adds to the incomparable comfort they provide. The difference is staggering, and it contributes to you falling asleep much more quickly than you have in a long time.

In the middle of the night, you're stirred awake by the feeling of Wanda rolling closer to you. Her arm finds its way over your stomach, and her soft snores fill the room. Being ever alert, the small action wakes you, but as soon as you realize it's just Wanda, a smile forms on your face.

You lie there for a moment, taking in the warmth and the gentle pressure of her hand. A soft blush creeps up your cheeks as you place your hand over hers to keep it there.

You've become more than just teammates.

You've become friends.

And maybe, just maybe, something more.

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[eloquentreverie]

Hiiiii, can I request fem reader losing her virginity to protective, Nomad or End Game Steve please??? tysm!

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: steve rogers x girlfriend! reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After a few months of dating, Steve's return home and newfound stability have created the perfect opportunity for you to consider taking your relationship with him to the next level.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, loss of virginity, little use of y/n, p in v sex, unprotected sex, established relationship. vaginal fingering (fem rec), oral sex (fem rec)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫❜𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I couldn't really make mind. So technically this is nomad!steve without the beard. I hope you like this anon. Haven't written this trope in awhile!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑

“I miss your beard,” she whispered against his lips, straddling his lap as she played with his longer hair, letting her hands run through the soft strands. “I know you had to grow it out when you were on the run but, I don’t know. I think you should grow it back, for me.” She pulled away slightly, pouting as she looked up at him.

Steve’s hands rested at her sides, rubbing soft little circles on her hips as he listened to her talk, a small smirk curling at the corners of his mouth.

“You like the beard, huh?” His smirk grew into a mischievous grin. “Why? Think it would feel good between your thighs?”

He caught her in another kiss before she had the chance to reply. His question made her stomach churn with butterflies as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She whimpered against his mouth as one hand traveled upward from her hip and stopped right on top of her left breast.

Steve grinned as he gently massaged her breast through the thin fabric of her t-shirt and the cotton of her bra. With his other hand, he gripped her hip again and firmly brought her closer to his lap, pressing himself flush against her warmth.

He ran his tongue over her bottom lip and moaned low when she parted her lips so that their tongues could swirl together. They didn’t get many nights like this alone, being the only two in her apartment since James had been called away by Natasha on some super-secret mission, but when they did finally have each other all to themselves, it was always mind-blowing.

Steve slowly began rocking his hips forward as they continued to kiss, making them both moan into each other’s mouths as friction built up between them.

He kissed across her jaw until he reached the base of her neck and sucked gently. She moaned softly before pulling away to look down at him. “Steve, I think I’m ready.”

When Steve looked up, the glazed lust had been replaced by sudden apprehension in her boyfriend’s baby blues. “Ready?”

A slow smile spread across her face. “Mmmhmm. All the way this time.” She leaned down to nip at his lips before kissing him deeply.

Steve returned the kiss slowly, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her body even closer to his. His other hand left her breast and slid underneath the hem of her t-shirt. It traced soft patterns on her back before working its way higher, fingers skimming along the strap of her bra.

Steve pulled away again, his hand cupping the side of her cheek. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? I don’t want to pressure you.”

She nodded with a small smile, leaning forward to kiss him briefly. “I’m ready,” she reassured him, her hand gripping at the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

Steve hummed into the next kiss, and then he stood suddenly, picking her up with him. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, feeling dizzy from the change of position and from his kisses. He kept a strong hold of her and carried her through her bedroom door.

As soon as they entered, Steve sat on the bed with her in his lap, not parting their kiss for a single moment. She grinned against his mouth, loving when he displayed his super soldier strength and just picked her up without effort.

She rocked her hips, rubbing her heat over the front of his pants, causing them both to groan loudly. He smiled against her lips before pulling away. “I love how eager you are. But before we go any further, tell me what you like?”

Y/N stared at him blankly. Steve pressed a sweet kiss to her lips.

“What do you like? What do you want me to do to you?” He kissed her nose as her expression softened. “What kind of touch do you like? Do you like soft or rough? Gentle or hard?” A soft chuckle escaped his throat. “Tell me how you want it, sweetheart. I’ll give it to you however you like.”

Her cheeks burned, knowing there was no option but to be honest with Steve. Her boyfriend wasn’t known for backing down until he had gotten the most information possible on a subject; she had always appreciated his dedication to preparation and research when they were in situations where it could cost them their lives.

But having sex with Steve Rogers was on another level of anxiety-inducing. “I, um... I like it hard,” she mumbled bashfully, looking away.

Steve kissed the side of her head tenderly before reaching up to tangle his fingers into her hair and bring her gaze back to meet his. “Hard?” he asked, an amused grin lighting up his face. “That can mean lots of things. Tell me more.”

Her cheeks heated even more, creeping down onto her neck and chest, and Steve kissed her sweetly once again, nibbling on her lower lip before pulling away. “Well, I’m not sure since this is my first time...” she replied awkwardly, letting the sentence hang in the air.

“So, I’ll show you,” he murmured in her ear, sending shivers down her spine as she clung tighter to him, her hands gripping his shirt. “It doesn’t have to be a big deal, you know. We’ll figure out what you like. Alright?”

She nodded, relaxing slightly as she looked at him.

Steve’s gaze seemed darker than usual as he leaned forward to brush his lips against hers. “If you’re nervous, we can start slow. I’ll keep going, okay?” His voice was soft and reassuring. She felt butterflies stir once more as she thought about him continuing whatever he had in store.

She wanted so badly to let herself just let go and enjoy his attention, to give all of her to him without any barriers between them. Her entire body was quivering in anticipation and the desire for release, and she didn’t want to waste any more time. She trusted him so much that she felt like she was on cloud nine. “Okay,” she finally said.

His lips grazed against her jawline again. “Then relax,” he breathed against the sensitive skin there before nibbling lightly on the flesh, drawing out an involuntary gasp.

“You’ve already loosened up so nicely. Just feel.”

And then Steve began his ministrations, his mouth traveling slowly down her neck before leaving open-mouthed kisses along her collarbones and chest, alternating between light sucks and gentle bites as he worked his way from one shoulder to the other. He leaned back slightly, taking off her shirt as his eyes met hers.

When he did, she swore she saw sparks dancing in his gaze as they scanned her body. She tried to stay calm while watching his movements closely, though she couldn’t help shivering under the intensity of his stare.

He gradually slipped out of the rest of his clothes until the two of them were just in their underwear. “Let’s begin.” His voice sounded smooth and controlled, but he was smiling devilishly up at her. She whimpered at the loss of contact and buried her face into his chest.

“Trust me.”

He gently pushed her back on the bed as he hovered above her, his lips trailing kisses down her neck once more. As if he was trying to memorize every dip, curve, or mark on her skin. His hands stroked up and down her sides and over her hips as his kisses continued down her chest, past her breasts and towards her navel.

He paused when he reached the line of her panties before dipping lower to pepper kisses at the tops of her thighs, using his teeth to scrape over her soft skin lightly, which made her legs twitch slightly. He smirked against her skin and repeated the action a few times until her leg trembled involuntarily again. “Steve,” she breathed.

Steve chuckled softly as his hand brushed across her clit. “I like the way you say my name, sweetheart,” he mumbled, before continuing to leave burning kisses on her skin. “Say it again.” His hand slid beneath the material of her panties, and his fingers spread to cup her completely, holding her heat right there.

She couldn’t stop a soft gasp from escaping as his middle finger slipped between the folds, rubbing slow circles around the sensitive bud.

“Stevie!” she moaned softly, arching her back up slightly against the touch of his hand, and his breath fanned over her hot, slick center. He dipped his tongue between her folds, licking broadly at her clit.

Her hands gripped tightly at the blankets underneath her as she gasped. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, and completely unlike anything she had ever felt. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself, so she stayed perfectly still.

The sensation continued to build as he licked and sucked her sensitive flesh into his mouth, sucking her clit between his lips, applying the slightest amount of pressure against the bundle of nerves.

He curled his finger inside of her, stroking over her g-spot before adding a second finger. She bucked her hips upwards against his face.

“Oh god... oh god, Stevie! I’m... oh god I think I’m gonna c—” Her words cut off in a loud cry as a wave of ecstasy swept through her body, sending goosebumps along her limbs.

He smiled against her soaked heat as he licked up and down her slit, tasting her wetness before pressing a kiss to her swollen clit. “That’s it, baby. Give me all of it,” he encouraged with a sly smirk before lowering his face between her thighs again and lapping eagerly at her soaked entrance.

After she came down from her high and her body relaxed, his lips pressed another kiss to her sex before pulling away. “Do you want to continue?” He crawled up the bed until he hovered over her.

She nodded, wrapping her arms around her neck. “Yes. I want you inside me,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip. Steve gazed at her for a long moment, his eyes dark and predatory as he looked her up and down, seeming to decide whether he should deny her wish or give her everything she wanted. She hoped he would give in because she definitely needed him at this point. “Please,” she begged. “I need you.”

Steve gave her a soft smile, reaching out to trace his finger down her nose gently. “Okay.”

She sighed contently and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers together, letting her thumb stroke the side of his palm. “I promise to go slow. Let me know if I’m hurting you, alright?”

She nodded again as she stared up at him, taking note of how beautiful he was in this lighting as the soft yellow light of the sunset washed over his skin and shone in his bright blue eyes. The shadows danced along his face, accentuating his jaw and cheekbones. She reached her free hand up, cupping his cheek. “Thank you for this.”

He turned his head to press a kiss to her palm, his eyes locked on hers as he smiled. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Her heart thudded excitedly, and she tugged on his hand, pulling him closer to her until their bodies lined up together and her bare breasts brushed against his chest.

Their mouths met again, kissing slowly, exploring every inch of the other person’s mouth. When they finally broke apart, they were panting heavily as their eyes met, gazing hungrily at each other.

“I want you, Stevie. Please.”

Steve nodded once, leaning down to brush his nose against hers. “My pleasure,” he murmured softly.

Y/N shifted slightly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he aligned his length against her dripping core and sank his cock inside of her slowly, inch by delicious inch. She squeezed around him, desperate for friction, as he buried his face into her neck and groaned.

His thrusts started off shallow, keeping the pace slow and steady. She clung tight to his body, nails digging into his skin, wanting so badly to make him move faster. “Fuck. Oh fuck. Faster please, I wanna feel you.”

Steve grunted as he lifted his head up from her shoulder. “Patience, baby. I got you.” He kissed her again and quickened the pace of his thrusts. His tongue stroked lazily over hers and she couldn’t help but whimper against his mouth at the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her wet heat.

Her toes curled. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her as she met each thrust with her own hips. His breaths were heavy and hot on her neck and cheek, making her shiver at the feeling.

His rhythmic movement and the constant stimulation had her walls pulsing around his hardness, clenching down on him like a vice. The feeling was almost overwhelming, almost painful, but unbelievably incredible all at once.

She moaned, throwing her head back as she dug her heels into his lower back, pressing him forward, urging him to go even harder. He obliged with ease, slamming into her repeatedly, his hips moving with a fluid motion. She felt another orgasm building fast within her as he kept pounding against her G-spot. She cried out, gasping as she clung desperately to his shoulders.

They both moaned as they climaxed together, bodies writhing and shuddering together while waves of bliss crashed over them. Steve rested his forehead against hers as he panted, peppering sweet kisses across her face.

Once they caught their breath, Steve pulled out of her and rolled off of her, lying next to her on his side. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer so she could now feel his body heat against her skin. “How do you feel, honey?” he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss on her temple.

“Happy,” she replied immediately, snuggling into his embrace. Her chest felt like it was full of helium and about to float away. It was such a satisfying feeling; this contentment, this relief at finally having done something she’d been wanting to do for months. Finally, being intimate with her boyfriend after all this time. A satisfied smile spread across her lips. “I love you.”

Steve placed a hand under her chin, lifting her head up to meet his gaze. They locked eyes, their breathing heavy and ragged as they stared deep into each other’s souls. “You’re amazing,” he sighed. “Beautiful. Perfect in every way.” He captured her bottom lip between his teeth, gently sucking on the swollen flesh. “And I love you too.”

As their eyes closed, his arms wrapped around her, cradling her body tightly against his, holding her protectively and securely as he whispered sweet praises to her. “Perfect, sweetheart, perfect... absolutely magnificent.”

He ran his hands down her sides, gripping her hips tightly before bringing one of them to cup her ass possessively. Her eyes shot open as she gasped in surprise at the sudden gesture, his words only further exciting her.

“What are you doing?” She asked, laughing softly.

Steve didn’t reply. Instead, he simply stared deeply into her eyes, his pupils blown wide with lust. His gaze flicked between her face and her chest, seemingly torn between which part of her he wanted to look at more intensely.

His nostrils flared slightly, a small hint of pink coloring his cheeks as he watched her intently. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, furiously blinking away whatever thoughts crossed his mind, struggling to regain control.

As he watched her carefully, his jaw clenched as if fighting a primal urge to take her once again. She squirmed in place, feeling self-conscious under his intense gaze, wishing he would stop staring so fiercely at her.

Slowly, he inched closer to her until his forehead touched against hers. His eyes fell closed, his breathing steady as he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her perfume, her sweat, her musk. Her fingers found themselves threading through his golden locks, tracing delicate patterns through them as his warm breath tickled her nose and cheeks.

“I’m glad you’re my first,” she mumbled, voice husky with sleep, breaking their silence. Steve chuckled lowly, raising a hand to caress the side of her face.

He pressed a tender kiss to her lips before laying his head back down on his pillow. “Me too, sweetheart. Go to sleep. We can talk in the morning about what just happened here.”

She giggled tiredly before burying herself into the crook of his neck. “Just promise me one thing, okay? Promise you’ll consider growing back the beard? I miss it.” He laughed.

Steve held her close, running his fingers through her hair soothingly. As the minutes ticked by, Y/N found her eyes growing heavier and heavier until they eventually fluttered closed.

And as she drifted off to dreamland, she swore she heard Steve whisper something softly in her ear before slipping into unconsciousness. “Anything for my darling.”

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[fiprobably]

Hi! I know you already did sambucky dancing but honestly there can never be enough of them dancing and you do it so beautifully. So, sambucky dancing, pls and thank you? <3

so lucky that we met while walkin' under ladders

it hit me in the blink of an eye

that you're my diamond girl

so let me steal you for the rest of my life

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Back on my Sambucky bullshit and also trying to complete some requests from like September

Anyways, hope you enjoy this not early very late reply lol @livingincolorsagain

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[assembletheimagines]

was thinking about steve and a shield agent also avenger living in the compound but having like lots of sexual tension so both make goofy jokes about hook up and then they do but hard and dirty :)

A/N: Omg yes please. Also, if people don't realize I publish without proofing first- apologies!

Warnings: Oral (f. r), dirty talk?, a smidge or hint at a dom!Steve? (like squint and turn your head- it's a little vibe)

The air in the room fills with electricity when the words fall from your lips. Your inner thoughts winning in the moment when Steve and you were lounging in the library of the compound. You two had been relaxing, going back and forth with teasing smiles and lingering looks.

The energy in the small room building as you talked innocently as friend and coworkers normally do before diving into more mature topics. Toeing the line, before your tongue became a little too loose and you admitted you've never orgasmed from someone else.

Steve’s blue eyes darken at your confession the same time your cheeks color red. "It's fine, it just take a moment for me to climax, it's just easier to do it myself, y'know?" The words falling from your lips in a jumble as you try to back pedal but only dig your grave further down. He doesn't say anything for a moment, the silence thick in the air as you wish the couch you were sitting on opened up and swallowed you whole.

"I bet I could," Steve finally murmurs, his voice deep and rough as he licks his bottom lip with his tongue. His gaze already gliding down your body and causing you to blink at the super soldier in confusion.

"Excuse me?" You challenge, eyes wide as you watch the handsome blonde man lean back against the library desk, crossing his arms over his chest confidently. His smile curving into a seductive grin.

He doesn't stop looking you in the eye as he answers, "I can make you cum." And then takes it a step further by beckoning you to him with a teasing curl of his fingers. “C’mere.”

And you have no time to think as your legs move on their own accord. You can feel a wetness pool between your thighs by just the one word, crossing the room with four easy steps. You feel like your body is on fire already and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

His eyes are hooded as he gives you a knowing smirk. “Such a good girl, you follow orders so well.” He coos and doesn’t miss the whimper you let out in response nor the way your thighs squeeze together from his words. "Do you want me to make you cum?" He asks, reaching out for your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Hmm? Want me to show you how good it feels to cum on my fingers, my mouth, on my cock?" His voice low and soft as he dips his fingers under the hem of your dress for a moment, his fingers brushing over the back of your thighs making a shiver run down your spine.

And your nodding your head, the lust taking over. A quiet and breathless, "please," the only permission he's needing before he's moving. Forcing you to take his place against the desk. His warm big hand pressing between your shoulder blades, making you bend over the desk and presenting your ass to him.

You hear him suck in a breath before groaning as your dress rides up and exposes your panties to him. You feel your pussy clenching around nothing in response, knowing he's groaning because he can see the wet spot on your panties. Your thoughts confirmed when his knuckle brushes over your wet folds, the panties being the only thing separating his fingers from your dripping cunt.

"Did I make you this wet, baby?" He asks and your eyes squeeze shut, your legs being knocked further apart by his leg as he keeps a consistent press on your back. Keeping you pinned over the desk. "Fuck, can't wait to taste you. You're going to let me, right? Want to cum on my mouth, right?" He prods, fingers still stroking you over your panties as you try to think and speak.

"Yes, fuck, yes," you press back onto his hand and earn a laugh from him.

"So eager," he hums and you whine as his fingers disappear before reappearing on the back of your thighs. You take a chance to look back over your shoulder and gasp as you see Steve on his knees behind you, his hands rubbing up your legs and pushing your dress up to around your waist. "Don't move from your position." He orders and you stay bent over as he slides your panties down your legs in one slow motion.

"Steve," you grip the edge of the desk, desperation filling your voice as you realize this is really happening. A new wave of arousal forms and Steve's fingers wrap around your ankle, lifting it up momentarily and discarding your panties.

"Fuck, you're dripping down your thighs," he rasps and you keen, blushing as he moves your thighs farther apart. Finally feeling his warm breath fan over your wet folds, his fingers exposing you further as he finally gets a taste of you. His tongue giving a long broad lick, collecting your slick with a low groan.

And that's the final straw, his face eagerly pressing into your dripping cunt after he get his taste. Moving your leg, making you hook it over the desk edge as he sucks your clit into his mouth reverently.

Your at his mercy, crying out as he eats you out like a man starved. His one hand keeping your leg on the desk as the other holds your waist. Tongue swirling around your clit before dipping into your entrance, slurping up your arousal with each lick.

The library quickly fills up with your moans, your hips rolling backwards to press into his mouth more. You can already feel a familiar knot build in your abdomen as Steve works you up.

You didn't know you could be so turned on by hearing him slurp and groan between your thighs. But you're getting wetter with each lick. Thighs tensing as you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure. "Oh, just like that," you gasp stomach clenching as you feel his tongue thrust in and out of your cunt and his hand that was once on your waist, now stroke your clit.

The pitch in your cries, increase as he rubs the bundle of nerves in swifts circles. His groans muffled but deep as he brings you closer to the edge. You can't help but think, no wonder no one's made you orgasm, no one's eaten you out like Steve. Your walls clenching around his tongue as you feel it fast approaching. Your hips wiggling back in desperation, you need to warn him, you-

And then your body seizes, a broken gasp echoing in the air before you cry out. Your thighs shaking violently as your orgasm consumes you and makes you see stars.

Steve takes everything you give. Tongue stroking over your twitching pussy, thumb firmly pressed on your clit as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

He only stops when you whine in overstimulation, your breaths coming in quick pants as you slowly drop your leg off the table. Your thighs still shake, but you slowly turn around to face him; and the sight before you makes your cunt throb, a new wave of slick rushing between your thighs again.

Steve's still kneeling on his knees. His bottom half of his face a shiny mess with your arousal smeared on his nose, lips, and chin. His lips puffy from the heavy make out he did with your pussy only moments ago.

He's licking his lips savoring your taste as he stands up. He doesn't hesitate as he nods his head at you, "lay back on the desk. You still need to cum on my fingers before you cum on my cock, baby."

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[elixirfromthestars]

Here For You

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger!Reader

Summary:  After being injured on a mission, you try your best to hide it from the team to continue fighting alongside them. However, one very perceptive super soldier makes hiding your injury an impossibility.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warning(s):  mentions + description of injuries / a bit of hurt—comfort / does not follow the canon timeline in the mcu / mentions of near-death encounters (from civilians) 

requested by @marigoldreamer

a/n: hello everyone! i started off on here as solely a Bucky writer, but it seems like i cannot get enough of Steve when I write about him ✨ this originally was much shorter and then I got carried away lol (which is one of the reasons why it took so long to get out, sorry 🥲) thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! ❤️❤️ feedback is much appreciated! ❤️❤️

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“Oh, that does not look good,” you muttered under your breath, grimacing at the sight of your swollen skin. You were standing in front of your bedroom mirror, your shirt lifted, exposing the bruise coloring the area around your ribcage. You knew you had injured yourself on yesterday's mission, but you avoided visiting the infirmary, not wanting Friday to alert the team of the extent of your injuries. 

You knew it was bad—the persistent discomfort you felt with every breath you took told you so. However, the team was already spread scarce with multiple threats around the world, so they needed everyone available. 

The team couldn’t afford you not being available right now.

So although your body was telling you desperately it needed attention, you decided to push through the pain and help out as best as you could. You had a meeting with your team in about half an hour, so you had until then to figure out how to lessen the after-effects of your injury—and how to hide it for the time being. 

You went into your closet and scanned the rows of clothing searching for the perfect item. You ended up choosing an evergreen knitted sweater. It was big enough to hide something underneath it without raising suspicion—which is exactly what you needed right now. 

Lifting the sweater over your shoulders and through your arms caused an excruciating raw ache to reverberate within your chest with every movement. You mitigated your motion to lessen the toll this simple task was taking on your body. 

You didn’t want to think of how your condition could worsen within the field. 

You pushed those thoughts into the back of your mind and with your sweater on, you made your way over to the kitchen in the Avenger’s compound. Thankfully, no one was there to question why you were taking out a small bag of frozen peas from the freezer, wrapping it in a hand towel, and placing it under your sweater. 

You flinched at the sudden change of temperature, but quickly eased into it as it numbed your injury. This would have to do until you could sneak into the infirmary later and get your hands on painkillers. Then you could properly rest from the nagging discomfort in your lower chest. 

You interlocked your hands and lightly hugged them to the injured area to keep the frozen peas in place. Rarely did anyone ever show up to the team meetings early, so your next step was to get in there before everyone else and then ultimately leave after everyone else with no one noticing a thing.

A simple task of course. 

You made your way down the hallways of the compound slower than usual. You avoided making brisk or swift movements as it caused your chest to constrict more than it was capable of, causing a shooting jolt to go through you. Every time it did that you had to suppress a string of coughs that only added to your pain. 

At this point, your mind ruminated on the thought of you potentially not being able to make it through the meeting. It was a doubt that was now weighing heavy on your shoulders.

When you finally made it to the conference room, the beeping of a screen caught your attention. Taking a quick peek inside, you notice Steve is already there. He was tapping away at the large presentation screen, getting mission reports together for the meeting. 

Well, this just got a bit complicated.

Steve is a super soldier—a highly perceptive super soldier. He was going to notice your presence sooner or later, so you needed to get into the farthest seat from him before he noticed. This would be the seat at the other end of the table from where Steve was standing. Thankfully, this seat was a quick dash away. 

A quick painful dash away. 

Steve opened up a file on the screen and a video of a building falling to ruins began playing. The audio of the destruction echoed in the room and you took this chance to scurry over to the seat. You plopped yourself down just as the video finished, almost rolling away with the wheels of the black office chair. Your hands scurried to keep the frozen peas hidden beneath your shirt. 

Due to your injury, your movements across the room weren’t gracious. You had fumbled as you plopped down onto the seat causing your chest to contract and tighten more than it should have. This ignited a burning sensation to burst within your chest. You inhaled sharply before biting the inside of your lip as hard as you could to stop yourself from making any further noise. 

Steve’s head shot back to look at you in confusion.

“ Y/n? Everything okay?” Steve’s brows were furrowed, as he slowly turned his body around to face you. You cleared your throat before answering, “ Yeah, everything’s fine. I was just shocked at the destruction of that building. What happened to it?” You changed the subject of the conversation to something that wasn’t you. 

Steve’s eyes stared into yours for a few seconds before answering,“ I’m not sure yet. We received this video from the CIA and we’re being sent there to investigate. They think it was an attack by one of the terrorist organizations that worked closely with Hydra.” He finished explaining, his brows relaxing from their furrowed state. 

Steve handed you one of the mission reports before placing the rest in the middle. You opened the file and pretended to look through it. In reality, you were adjusting with one hand—as quietly as you could—the frozen peas beneath your shirt in a better position since the bag had slipped away from the injured spot when you sat down. It was now chilling your stomach, leaving your injured spot unattended to. 

“ Y/n, are you sure everything’s okay?” Steve was looking at you with a puzzled, yet concerned gaze. He was standing only a chair or two away—a little too close for comfort.

You locked eyes and paused for a moment to think of what to say. Steve was your team’s captain and your close friend. You knew, without a shadow of a doubt, you could trust him. However, trust in this case meant him taking you out of the field at a time when the team needed you most.

As you were contemplating on what to tell him, Sam, Bucky, and Natasha walked into the room bickering over what to order for lunch. Their entrance saving you from having to answer Steve. He shot you a quick look letting you know this conversation wasn’t over. 

Now you would also have to find a way to evade any future conversation about your well-being.

“ So, Bucky and I are craving some Japanese food right now, but Nat wants Greek food. What’ll it be guys?” Sam explained their current predicament as they all approached the table. The three of them stared back at you two in anticipation. 

“ Greek sounds nice,” Steve replied, sauntering over to the front end of the table. Natasha smiled in amusement as the voting was now at a tie. She sat closest to Steve while Sam and Bucky sat across from each other in the chairs directly to your left and right. Their proximity consequently causing your nerves to spike up. 

“ It’s up to you to break the tie. Don’t let me down, Y/n.” Sam pleaded in a lighthearted manner. If you were completely honest, appeasing your appetite was the least of your worries. However, your body was begging for some warmth as the frozen bag continued its icy attack on your skin. You thought maybe eating something right now wasn’t such a bad idea. 

“ Sorry, Nat. Sorry, Steve. Some miso soup sounds really good right now,” you smiled at Sam who basked in this small victory. Bucky was beaming beside you as well. Natasha playfully scoffed and shrugged at the loss while Steve put his hands up in a playful surrender. 

“ I knew we could count on you,” Sam turned to you and gave you a friendly pat on your shoulder. This caused a stinging prick to shoot through the left side of your chest. You winced, a small yelp escaping your lips.  

Everyone froze and stared at you worriedly. “ Are you okay? I didn’t pat you that hard did I?” Sam asked guilty, taken aback by your reaction. You shook your head profusely, “ No, Sam, it’s okay—I’m okay. It’s just I got a sunburn on one of our last missions and it still hasn’t healed fully.” You lied through your teeth, giving everyone in the room a reassuring smile. 

Everyone looked relieved—except for Steve whose suspicion you assumed was getting stronger by the second. 

“ Sorry about that, I didn’t know. My Titi always swore that soaking in a cool bath of baking soda and oats would soothe any degree of sunburn. You should try it,” Sam suggested. His thoughtfulness warmed your heart, “ You’re fine, Sam—really. I’ll have to try that out and let you know how it works out.” You send him another reassuring smile. You mentally cursed yourself for your outburst. Another slip-up like that and anyone on the team was sure to find out about your injury.

In no time, Sam was ordering everyone food and Steve began debriefing you all on the next mission that you all had to leave for in a couple of hours. You weren’t paying attention as the stinging in your chest worsened. The frozen peas beneath your shirt had melted and were adding to your discomfort instead of aiding it. By the time the meeting ended, and Sam told everyone to meet up in the kitchen for lunch, lifting yourself off of your chair felt like an impossible task. 

Everyone had gone off to eat except for Steve and you. Throughout the whole meeting, you felt his eyes watching you. You avoided looking in his direction and focused solely on the files and the screen behind him the entire time. You felt if you had looked into his pretty blues at any point during the meeting, your resolve would have crumbled. 

“ This time I’m not going to ask. I know you’re not okay and I know it has to do with yesterday. We need to talk about what happened last night,” Steve’s voice was gentle, yet serious as he approached you. The exhaustion of suppressing your pain was getting to you and his presence brought you much-needed comfort. Your determination to act like nothing was wrong was slipping away from you with every passing second.

“ What—do you mean?” your voice broke, swallowing hard to find the courage within you to admit you needed assistance. Steve took the seat next to you, “ Last night when we were rescuing civilians from the burning rubble, you went into the collapsing building against orders,” he reminded you. 

“ And saved the three people who were trapped inside,” you added. He sighed, his lips forming a tight line, “ Against orders. The instructions were that I was supposed to be the one to get the trapped civilians inside—not you,” his tone was heavy with frustration. 

You shook your head, “ You weren’t going to make it in time. I was the closest one. As soon as you arrived the building collapsed completely. If I hadn’t gone in they would have died. I might not be a super soldier, but I can do my job pretty damn well, Steve. ” You were getting defensive, feeling as though your abilities as an Avenger were being questioned. 

While your actions may have been defiant, they resulted in three lives saved. That had to count for something.

“ I’m not doubting your stance as an Avenger. You are amazing at what you do and we need you here. But that gets put into jeopardy when you jump into dangerous situations without thinking and get yourself hurt,” he further explained, your eyebrows shooting up at his words. “ All of the situations we jump into are dangerous,” you pointed out.  

His eyes narrowed, his exasperation at your stubbornness growing, “ We don’t bargain our lives out in the field, Y/n.” His tone was disapproving, making you feel like a scolded child. Irritation crawled its way up your spine. This coming from Steve of all people made it even worse.

” Okay, Mr.I-jumped-on-top-of-a-grenade-to-save-everyone,” you shot back at him. Steve would constantly make self-sacrificing calls on the field to save other people. Why was it okay for him to do it, but not you? 

“ That was different,” was all he managed to come back at you with. 

“ In what way?” you asked, curious to know the real answer. 

“ Well for starters, it was a world war. The mentality of everyone at that time was different. In the beginning, I was outcasted. No one worked as a team with me. The only person alive who cared for me was miles away on the battlefield. It was everyone for themselves,” he paused reminiscing the past with a solemn look before continuing, “ We’re a team here, Y/n. There are people here that care about you. We look out for each other and keep each other safe. That’s how it's supposed to be,” he stated with sincerity. 

You took a moment to gather your thoughts and let the weight of his words sink in. Steve had opened up about his past to you before, but the way he spoke of it now gave you a deeper perspective on things. 

“ I’ll stop if you do,” you proposed, tired of the arguing and understanding where Steve was coming from. A small smile fell on his lips,“ Okay, it’s a deal. Come on, let’s get you to the infirmary so Friday can scan the extent of your injuries.” He stood up bending down slightly offering his shoulder and arm as support. 

You reached out and let him take the brunt of the effort of getting you out of the seat. The more you leaned on his support, the less it took a toll on your own body. You kept one arm on his shoulder and the other on the now-melted bag of peas beneath your sweater as you lifted yourself off of the seat. The slight twist of your torso intensified the pain within your chest for a second before mellowing out to its usual tempo. 

Steve couldn’t hide the emotions behind his intense stare. His voice and touch were gentle, yet strong in the way they guided you out of the room. He was doing his best to keep you calm but by the look on his face, you could tell your injury had to be more serious than you previously thought.

The walk to the infirmary was easier with Steve by your side. When you arrived Steve helped you prop yourself onto one of the infirmary beds, calling out for Friday’s assistance. He then went over to one of the storage cabinets and grabbed a few white pillows to place behind you. He adjusted them so you could sit in a position that was easy on your injury. 

“ How’s that? Does that feel alright?” Steve asked as a blue robotic arm scanned your body. You nodded in appreciation,“ It’s perfect, Steve, thank you.” He sent you a small smile, his eyes still reflecting a worrisome look. You took out the melted bag of peas from your sweater and unraveled it from the hand towel. Steve let out a small chuckle of disbelief at the sight of it. 

“ What? I’ll have you know this little bag was a lifesaver,” you informed him. Steve’s eyes twinkled with amusement, his smile getting wider, “ Oh, I bet it was. You’ll have to explain to Nat why her Olivye salad will no longer have peas in it though.” 

Your eyes went wide, “ Oh no.” 

He held in a laugh, “ Oh yeah.” 

Friday’s Irish robotic voice suddenly spoke up interrupting the two of you,“ Body scan complete. Moderately bruised ribs detected. Rest is recommended for the next three to six weeks or until the injury is completely healed. Medication is on its way.” She informed you of your diagnosis causing you to let out a sigh of relief you didn’t know you were holding. For a moment there you thought you might have fractured your ribs or maybe even bruised your lungs. Those injuries were more severe and so was their treatment. However, having to rest for the next three to six weeks wasn’t ideal either. 

“ Steve, I’m so sorry. I didn’t listen and now I’m out of the field for weeks and I know the team was counting on me—” Steve interrupted your rambling by placing his hand on yours, “ There’s nothing to be sorry about. Our job is dangerous and this kind of stuff happens all the time. If anything, I should be the one that’s sorry.” You frowned not only confused at his words but also at how comforting the sensation of his hand on yours was. 

“ Sorry about what?” you tilted your head, unclear of what he meant. 

“ I'm sorry I wasn’t able to protect you,” he clarified, his voice full of regret.

Your mouth opened to form words, but nothing came out. Why would Steve be sorry about that? Did he shoulder the responsibility for everyone’s well-being because he’s the captain? Did he feel this way about everyone on the team? Your thoughts jumbled together, causing you to be unsure of what to think. 

“ Steve, please don’t put this on yourself. I made a call against your orders and while I did save a few lives, I took a hard fall, injuring myself in the process. There’s no need to worry or care beyond that. I’ll be fine,” you couldn’t take his crestfallen expression and did your best to dismiss your current situation. Steve was not happy about that.

“ Don’t say that. We all care about you—I care about you. I worry about you and I hate seeing you like this. I feel responsible for not protecting someone who means a lot to me from getting hurt,” there was a vulnerability in his voice that caused your heart rate to elevate and your features to soften. A new sensation was inching its way into your heart, and his words yielded you to see him in a different light. 

“ Steve I…” you trailed off not knowing what to say. Steve gave you a shy smile,“ You don’t have to say anything,” he removed his hand from yours and grabbed the bag of peas from beside you, “ I’ll go take this back to the kitchen and get you that miso soup you really wanted.” He left the room, giving you a chance to process what was going on. 

There was always something about Steve that was different in the way you interacted, but until a few minutes ago you had never thought of the possibility of Steve seeing you as anything more than part of the team. You were always partnered up on missions and got to know each other on a deeper level than you had with any other Avenger. Apart from a few playful exchanges here and there you had always assumed Steve only saw you as a friend. 

Not to mention he had a history with a CIA agent named Sharon, and you genuinely believed they would end up together. The thought of Steve having feelings for you was never on the table. 

Except now it was and that caused your feelings toward him to emerge from a place you didn’t know they had been hidden.  

Two red robotic arms appeared on your left, breaking you from your thoughts. One arm was holding a small cylindrical tin with a couple of pills and the other held a cup of water. You took it eagerly and consumed the medication hoping the pain would subside enough to get some sleep. You barely got any last night and the sleep deprivation was starting to get to you. 

Steve came back into the room, moments later, as the medication began to take effect—along with its side effects. 

“ Hey there…” you greeted Steve in a sluggish voice. The medication had increased your drowsiness, making it harder to stay awake. He approached your bedside, a bowl of miso soup in his hands, while Friday updated him on your current state. 

He placed the bowl on the nightstand next to the bed,“ Hey there, sleepyhead. Guess the miso soup is going to have to wait. Get some rest, the food will be here when you wake up.” You tried nodding as your eyes fought to stay open. Your mind was clouding, but what was clear to you was that you didn’t want Steve to walk away again without telling him how you felt.

“ No, don’t go, please,” you pleaded, your hand reaching out to him. He looked at you fondly, finding your actions endearing. “ I have to go soon, Y/n. I have to prepare for the mission before we leave in under an hour,” he explained to you. You yawned, your fatigued state making it harder to understand what he was saying. 

“ You can’t because I have to tell you…” your eyes were starting to close.

“Tell me what?” Steve asked you, entertaining this conversation a little longer. He couldn’t hide the affectionate grin you provoked on him.  

“ I have to tell you…” this time your voice was only but a whisper. If Steve hadn’t been a super soldier with heightened hearing he might’ve missed it. 

“ Get some sleep. We can talk later, okay?” He assured you, a softness in his tone you hadn’t heard him use with anyone ever. As much as he was enjoying this, he was adamant about you getting your rest.  

You lazily shook your head,“ No…you have to know how much you mean to me too…” you managed to coherently mumble fighting off the heaviness of your eyelids. Steve was pleasantly surprised by your response, his pulse quickening as yours had done in your previous conversation. 

This time he needed a moment to figure out what he was going to say. To know that maybe even a sliver of the feelings he felt for you were returned in any way was more than he had hoped for. He wasn’t sure how you felt about him, and while Bucky and Sam had profusely encouraged him to ask you out on a date, there was always something stopping him. The fear of ruining the friendship you two have was enough to hesitate from ever confessing anything to you. 

However, if what you said was true, then maybe he should be completely honest with you. 

He gathered his thoughts, taking a deep breath ready to speak them to you. That was until he realized you had fallen asleep. The time he took thinking was all you needed to drift off into a peaceful slumber. 

He laughed at himself, although albeit a bit relieved he would be able to have a heart-to-heart later with a more conscious you. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to pour his feelings out to someone who might think it was all a dream when they woke up. 

“ Sweet dreams, Y/n,” he whispered into the air, planting a small kiss on your forehead. He then exited the room and that afternoon while on the mission he was more enthusiastic than usual. This caused the rest of the team to speculate on the reason why. 

Interestingly enough all the reasons why involved you.   

Unbeknownst to him, your dream that same afternoon had revolved around a handsome blonde and blue-eyed super soldier. 

It was a very sweet dream indeed.  

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[robertdowneyjjr]

a soulmates au where your words only show up after you’ve met your soulmate. sort of like an insurance policy, you know, so you’re not left wondering whether every other person you meet is the one if your words are too generic.

in this universe, captain america has been recovered and active for several years now. he runs missions and saves the world with his ragtag team of superheroes formed by SHIELD. steve's become a celebrity, which he doesn't love, but it's something he learns to live with because that's life for public figures in the 21st century.

tony never became iron man because he walked away from his father's legacy the second he turned 18. he and howard are still working on their relationship, but maria couldn't be prouder and tells tony so everyday. he built his own company from the ground up and it's thriving under his leadership. he's only marginally famous these days and he tries his best to stay out of the limelight, guarding his private life as much as possible. that's how it's been for twenty years and he's happy.

they meet on a day when steve is tired, irritable and angry. he's just returned from a mission where two of his teammates were injured because of the faulty information they received. he goes out on a walk to let off some steam and he's just slipping his phone back into his pocket after rejecting fury's fifth call for a debrief when he slams right into tony.

tony was having a good day. he'd just sent out a new set of designs and decided to reward himself for it. he goes and gets himself a fresh, delicious, life-affirming cup of coffee and is just stepping out of the cafe with aforementioned cup when a walking brick wall comes out of nowhere.

good news is, tony had ordered a cold brew. once every few weeks that's just what he's in the mood for and it had been one of those days. bad news is, instead of drinking it he is now wearing it.

sticky and cold and more than a little shocked, tony barely has time to recover and figure out what happened when steve starts tearing into him.

“god damn it, watch where the fuck you’re going! that could have spilled all over me! idiot!” steve yells at tony. and on a normal day, he’d be apologetic and he’d never curse like this at a stranger. but he really didn’t need yet another thing to go wrong today and he’s on a short fuse.

maybe later, when he’s calmed down, he’ll think back on the cute man with the giant brown eyes staring at him in disbelief and start beating himself up over how he behaved.

at the moment, all tony can do is look at steve’s pristine white t-shirt that somehow has not a single drop of coffee on it, then look back down at his own chest. he has no words except, “wow. you’re a fucking asshole.” and he just turns around and walks away.

tony gets home and strips off for a rinse before he gets ready for his flight to london for a week of meetings. all the while he can’t help but think that angry blond man looked vaguely familiar and he can’t place where he knows him from. he doesn’t notice the new string of words tattooed down the side of his thigh until he’s in his hotel room half a day later.

meanwhile, steve gets home after his walk, after he’s checked on his teammates, after sitting with fury for three long hours to debrief, and finally washes the day off of him. before he gets into the shower, he notices something different about his reflection.

along his left bicep are the words, wow. you’re a fucking asshole.

he thinks back on the cute man with the big brown eyes and a chest full of coffee and wonders how in the hell he can fix this mess.

#maybe he uses his clout as a celebrity and makes a cryptic post on social media #with a picture of a coffee cup and a request for a second chance #and signs it off with ‘a fucking asshole’ #maybe tony sees it and realizes his soulmate is captain america #the man his dad wouldn’t shut up about #and holy crap wouldn’t that be a strange conversation to have with his dad next time he’s home for dinner #even funnier maybe maria sees the post and sends it to the family group chat and she’s like ‘howard this is your friend?’ #and that’s how tony finds out #or maybe steve goes whining to howard one day and happens to run into tony when he’s home visiting #so many possibilities #stevetony #stony #tony stark #steve rogers #stonyclunks soulmates au #kay writes things

[buckys-wintersoldier]

Adoption | Steve Rogers; part two

Pairing -> Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife!Mom!Reader

Summary -> After Eva asked Steve to adopt her and he happily said yes, you’re inside with your friends and family to finally tell them about the adoption.

Warnings -> (G) none, just fluff

Wordcount -> 2.1k

Prompt -> Fandom-Free Bingo | I3 | Shoulder kisses | @fandom-free-bingo | AFG Fluff Bingo | N4 | “For all time. Always.” | @anyfandomfluffbingo

Request -> I loved the adoption story!!! It was so cute!!! 😍 I can 100% see Steve crying as the documents are signed and Bucky wearing a 'fun-cle' shirt and thumping him on the back to get him through it lol 😆

A/N -> Thank you so much for your kind words, it really means a lot and I’m glad you loved the oneshot. I thought of making a second part with your ask so here we are. I want to thank @lives-in-midgard for helping me with some parts.

Masterlist | Fandom-Free Bingo | AFG Fluff Bingo | Steve Rogers Masterlist | Adoption Part 1

When the three of you are in front of your friends and family, Steve holds the piece of paper in the air. His smile is almost from one side of his face to the other, and his hand is around Eva’s shoulder, making sure she is really close to him.

“She wants me to adopt her,” he says proudly, and the others, the Avengers, clap into their hands while they all cheer loudly. “And I said yes,” he adds, kissing the head of your daughter before letting go of her so she can go to Natasha.

Natasha is a lot older than Eva, but she is like her big sister combined with her best friend. And your daughter always tells her everything, sometimes before she tells you, but you don’t mind; you understand the way she loves the red-haired woman. And Natasha couldn’t be someone better for her as she is; she helps Eva a lot and has every time for the little girl when she wants attention or just cuddles.

“I asked him, and he said yes." She almost shouts and throws her small arms around Natasha's neck.

She laughs softly, wrapping her arms around Eva and lifting her to walk to the couch to sit down. Placing the girl on her lap and listening to every detail Eva wants to tell her.

You turn to Steve; he still has some tears in the corner of his eyes, and you understand it. You would probably feel the same way when the child of your partner asks you to adopt them.

Your husband places the paper on the counter next to him and smiles at you. His eyes brighten when he looks a short moment over your shoulder to see the little girl happily talking about the situation outside with the adoption.

“I didn’t know this year could start that well,” he mumbles. “I thought I’m already the happiest man on earth or in the universe, multiverse, with a wife like you and a little girl like Eva,” he adds, and you see the tears of joy in his eyes getting more again.

Before you can say anything, you hear Bucky shouting from the other side of the room. He immediately gets the attention of Steve and you.

“Daddy Stevie,” he says and walks closer, opening his arms to welcome the two of you into his embrace.

You adore Bucky; he is the most wonderful uncle, next to the others, for your little daughter. But even though the others are like uncles for her, Bucky is a bit of a special uncle.

When he met Eva the first time, he immediately accepted her, which is a surprise because the man with the steel blue eyes, slightly curly brown hair, and metal arm is known for being grumpy. But the little girl has his heart; whenever she is there, he is laughing with her, joking around, and the grumpy Bucky isn’t there. And Eva loves the man as well, not only his metal arm but also his strength, his jokes, and the way he treats her and takes care of her in the most beautiful way he can as an uncle.

Bucky comes to a halt when he stands in front of you and Steve. He covers his t-shirt with his arms, but you see something on it. It could be something the two of you talked about, but you’re not sure until he lets his arms fall down and reveals the words on the t-shirt.

‘Fun-cle’

like a dad, only cooler

See also: handsome, exceptional.

Fun uncle

You laugh softly when you read it, because it’s exactly what you were talking about. Bucky loved the idea of getting one of those when Steve gets the adoption papers; he really bought one of those t-shirts.

“Let me show you something else,” he says with a mischievous grin on his lips.

Bucky pulls up the shirt and reveals another one; he was hiding it under the fabric of the shirt, but now he hands Steve the other t-shirt. Your husband hesitates for a moment before he looks at it. He holds it up in front of you, and when you read the phrases on it, you burst out laughing.

‘Just the dad’

like the fun-cle but not as cool as he

See also: strict, boring.

The dad

“I designed it,” Bucky says proudly when Steve looks at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“Strict and boring?” he asks, getting a nod from his best friend.

“Wanna bet who she loves more?"

Bucky looks at Steve with a grin on his lips. Then he places his hand on Steve's shoulder.

“Don’t worry, pal. She loves you a lot; otherwise, she wouldn’t ask you to be his dad. But let’s be honest, she would say yes to me too; you just got y/n; that’s why you can be Eva’s dad,” Bucky jokes, and Steve shakes his head about the silliness before he remembers the piece of paper.

“I still need to sign it,” he mumbles, looking to the side where the paper is lying.

“But first, we’re going to change your t-shirt,” Bucky says emphatically.

Steve rolls his eyes slightly and kisses your shoulder and your neck a few times. His breath meets your skin, and you feel the goosebumps all over your body. Your husband chuckles before he lets go of you and walks with Bucky out of the room to change the t-shirt.

“Eva, could you come here for a moment?” you ask when you turn to your daughter.

She looks at you before she nods and kisses Natasha’s cheek softly. The red-haired woman smiles and turns around to talk to someone else while Eva walks towards you.

“Uncle Bucky will tell you a funny story about your dad when you say that Bucky is the best,” you tell your little daughter, and the mischievous grin on her face says everything she thinks right now.

“You and Uncle Bucky want to annoy Daddy, right?” she asks. “I knew; you looked at me like that,” Eva tells you.

Before you can say anything, Steve and Bucky walk back into the room. They both wear the shirts Bucky bought for them. Steve chuckles when he sees your daughter with a huge smile next to you.

“Hey, princess,” Bucky says, opening his arms for his favorite girl.

She runs into his arms and hugs him tightly. He places his big hands on her small back and holds her against him while he grins at Steve.

“My favorite girl, huh?" Bucky says, and Eva immediately nods.

“You’re my absolute favorite and the best uncle, Bucky,” she says and looks up at him, knowing she will annoy her dad with it.

"See, Stevie, I told you.”

Steve rolls his eyes and looks at you. The way he looks at you shows you that he exactly knows what you told her.

“What does she get for saying that?” Steve asks, and you shrug, pretending like you don’t know what he is talking about.

He walks a step closer and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close against him. You can feel his hot breath against your sensitive skin and his fingers digging into your waist, and he looks at you with a huge smile.

“Don't you want to tell me? I’m pretty sure you will, at least when we’re in bed,” he mumbles into your ear, and you shiver slightly.

“I told her Bucky would tell her a story about you. And you know she uses every chance to annoy you when she can,” you explain, and your husband nods.

Bucky lifts the little girl and kisses her forehead a few times before he looks into Eva’s eyes.

“You have the same blue eyes as Uncle Bucky, don’t you?” he asks, and your daughter giggles happily.

“Mommy said you tell me a story when I say you’re the best,” she says as quietly as she can, so Steve wouldn’t understand her.

Bucky looks at you with a big smile on his lips before he shakes his head and walks with her to the table. He places her on top of it and stands between her small legs. Looking at Steve and showing him to finally sign the papers for the adoption.

“Don’t you want to sign up? I can do this for you too,” he shouts, and Eva grips the paper to wave them in front of Bucky's face.

“Can you sign those too?” She asks, looking with her big blue eyes at Bucky.

He shakes his head with a chuckle but takes the papers and hands them to Steve, who walks closer. Bucky turns to your little daughter again and tickles her while she tries to escape his grip. But the brown-haired man is way stronger, and she needs to beg while she laughs to make him stop.

“Oke the story about your dad,” Bucky starts and sees the expression of Steve, which definitely tells him he shouldn’t dare tell you about it. “When Steve was a little man, we were on Coney Island. And little Stevie thought a roller coaster was a good idea,” Bucky continues, and you almost burst out laughing when you remember the moment Steve told you about it.

“He loved those roller coasters, but after five times, he threw up in the middle of them. Luckily, we sat at the end of it, so it just landed on the ground and not in someone’s face." Bucky finishes his story, and your little daughter looks at Steve, finally knowing a story she can embarrass her dad with.

Steve rolls his eyes, and then he looks down at the papers. His hands are sweating and the tears are burning in his eyes, but he has a big smile on his lips. Just a signature away from being your little daughter's dad, a moment he waited so long for and you often talked about it.

Bucky sees the tears in the eyes of his best friend and places his hand on Steve's shoulder. His thumb rubs slowly over Steve’s back.

With a deep breath, the blond-haired man smiles and looks at his daughter next to him before he reaches for a pen and puts his signature under the text on the paper. Then he can’t stop the tears anymore when he looks up and into the smiling face of his little girl.

You love to see her smiling at him. And you’re glad you married Steve; you can’t imagine a better father for your daughter than him. And you wouldn’t choose someone else when you could, never. Steve shows you a part of yourself you would have never known when he wasn't there. A part that is always happy and loved. You try not to cry as well when you see your husband crying, but a few tears roll down your cheek when you realize how lucky you are.

“Don’t cry, or I need to cry as well, pal,” Bucky mumbles, wiping a small tear away.

Eva chuckles while he wraps his arms around Bucky's neck and kisses his nose.

“It’s oke uncle Buck; men can cry too,” Eva says, smiling encouragingly at him.

You can’t stop yourself from laughing; with your hands, you hold your stomach. Steve smiles too, while Bucky shakes his head softly before he kisses Eva’s forehead.

“Your daddy is crying too,” he says, looking to the side.

Eva follows him and sees her dad crying too. She lets go of Bucky and pats his head before she opens her little arms for Steve. He immediately wraps his arms around her and lifts her up, spinning her around the way she loves and making her giggle.

“You’re my little princess, huh? For all time. Always,” he chuckles and kisses her cheek before he spins her around even more.

“I’m daddy’s princess and a plane; look, uncle Tony. UNCLE TONY LOOK,” she shouts and opens her arm.

Tony and the other Avengers laugh and cheer, shouting some congratulations through the room. You walk closer to Bucky, looking at him.

“What’s up, doll?” he asks.

“Thank you for always being here for us. And I’m glad I asked you to be her godfather; you’re definitely the best,” you tell him, and his smile grows.

Bucky wraps one of his arms around your shoulder and the other around Steve, who is standing with Eva in his arm on the other side of him. He pulls you close, and it doesn’t take long for the others to join that hug.

“You knew they would make a sandwich out of us,” you giggle, and Bucky nods with a wink at you.

“But you like it,” Steve says, and you roll your eyes, making your little daughter giggle even more.

“Yeah, I love it.”

“And I love you.” You blush when he looks at you, and you feel nothing but happiness inside of you.

This is your family and your home. With all those chaotic people, they are your chaotic people.

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[mgparker]

recruitment gone… right?

platonic!steven grant/marc spector x teenage!reader

summary: who in their right mind sends a teenager to recruit a dangerous vigilante all on their own? oh sam and fucking bucky.

warnings: teenage avenger reader, inaccuracies, clueless steven being an overall mess and a huge cap fan, violence, swearing, gen z shit? perhaps idk, 2k word count

request: ‘can you do a father figure Marc Spector/Steven Grant x A teenage avenger who was sent to recruit him? I imagine the reader being a typical Gen Z kid with a sarcastic sense of humor, but meaning well.’

notes: loosely based off this request i got MONTHS ago. i’m so sorry it’s taken forever this has literally been in my drafts for a year. not a whole lot of father figure-ing going on but i think it’s a funny little neutral recruitment blurb/one-shot. enjoy. also not sure if this is gen-z enough but i was not going to make this obnoxiously “relatable”

“It shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Sam, I want you to think about what you just said. Then think about who you’re talking to. And then… consider the possibility that your plan might actually work if you send Barnes.”

A distant voice shouted through the speaker of your phone. “No can do, kid. Recruitment is below my paygrade now!”

You rolled your eyes, shuffling down a busy sidewalk in the midst of London. “Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot I’m talking to the big champs now.”

You heard Sam chuckle in amusement, and you could imagine him shaking his head at your words. “You know what you gotta do. The sooner you get it done, the sooner you can get back to base. Kick some ass with the big champs.”

“Yeah, yeah,” it was time to get serious. “Got it, Wilson. I’ll check in later.”

Instead, it was Bucky who answered. “You’ve got this, squirt!” 

Rolling your eyes, you didn’t even give Sam a chance to get a word in before you were ending the call, stuffing your phone into your pocket and narrowing in on the bus stop ahead. 

This is stupid, you thought as you waited a safe distance away. You couldn’t risk your target spotting you before you could properly assess them. Who in their right mind sends a teenager—a freaking teenager—to recruit one of England’s most dangerous vigilantes?

You’re not scared—you were far more than capable to defend yourself, even against the famed Moon Knight—but it feels out of your way, something you’ve never been asked to do. But of course, as an Avenger, this was your duty.

You couldn’t help but think of this whole thing as a personal attack. With Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson assuming the mantle of interim leaders of the Avengers (or rather what remains of them), this whole mission seemed like their version of a practical joke. 

Those two loved you with all their heart, you didn’t doubt it, but they take the role of “fun uncles” a bit too seriously. 

But anyway, this recruitment... This isn’t fun. Not in the slightest.

This is like being a salesperson. 

Shudder. 

Finally, you catch sight of your target—Steven Grant, an extremely sleepy, stumbling gift-shoppist who had appeared at the bus stop surprisingly early for once.

He seems gentle enough, guard mostly down, clutching his bag with a paranoid grip but that was the only thing tense about him. He’s technically older than you, not ridiculously so, but a bit younger than Sam.

You watch as his lips start forming some words; it’s subtle, nothing anyone would really notice unless they were analyzing him piece by piece like you currently were.

Ah. You realized with a pleased smile. Steven Grant and Marc Spector are working together. 

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of the bus arriving, squeaking loudly as it stopped in the street. 

Showtime. 

There was a click in your brain, or that’s what it felt like at least, and a quick scanning of your surroundings made it easy to instantly blend in. 

Steven Grant was having a decent morning. He actually woke up in time, ate a decent breakfast, and rushed out of the house with ten minutes to spare. 

Even Marc had been pleasant this morning, making unusual small talk as Steven went about his business, getting ready for work. 

And everything was well. Up until now—as he stood in the bus, trying to keep himself from falling asleep on the passengers around him, despite the extra shot of espresso he’d slipped into his drink this morning. 

Steven. 

He jolted awake, pulling his head away from a man’s shoulder with a small ‘sorry!’

But before he could doze off once more, something odd came over him. A strange tingling feeling, as if he was being watched. 

It snapped the drowsiness right out of his system, eyeing everyone suspiciously. 

You feel it too, don’t you? Something isn’t right. 

“What—” He mumbled quietly, searching for the source but coming up emptyhanded.

There was nothing peculiar or odd about his fellow commuters. 

So, he continued about his day, feeling that unsettling eye on him at all times but unaware as to its source. 

It was only when his shift was over, that he was walking home, that he decided this charade had gone on for far too long. 

Despite Marc’s pleas to let him front, Steven stopped in his dead tracks, away from any curious eyes. 

“Oi, who’s there?”

Great job, Steven. If that isn’t the most cliché thing to say before the main character gets killed in a horror movie. Marc sighed. 

“Shut up,” hissed Steven quietly. “You know I don’t watch horror movies—”

Steven blinked and suddenly you’re there, standing in front of him as if you’d been there the entire time. 

“AH!” 

The scream echoed down the alley, high-pitched and nearly startling you into a similar yelp. 

But you were quite used to your presence spooking others, it’s a part of your abilities that you’d never been able to control. 

Chest heaving and cheeks tinted with embarrassment, Steven gave you a suspicious glare. 

“Oh, it’s—it’s just a kid,” he tried to brush off his embarrassing reaction. 

You scoffed, a bruise to your ego. “Not just a kid.”

“Well, I know what I’m seeing,” Steven argued. “And you look like a child—“

“Firstly,” you’re staring at Mr. Knight’s suit, taken aback by the change in his appearance that you’d apparently triggered by startling him so bad. “I’m seventeen. Second, I thought you had a whole—“

You aimlessly motioned around your head in a sort of halo way, confusing the ever fuck out of Steven who just stood there blankly.

“A whole w-what?” He gaped, desperate to know what you— a complete stranger — had to say about his kickass suit.

“You know, a whole cape thing goin’ on.”

Ha! Colonel Sanders.

Steven wished there was a way to punch Marc.

“Now, you’re just talking about my lesser counterpart,” Steven shrugged, trying to hide the fact that he had just been offended to the core.

“Ouch, hard feelings?”

Steven pulled his lips to the side. “You could say that— wait. How do you know about—?”

“Let’s cut to the chase,” you interrupted. “I was sent here on behalf of an organization that is really interested in having you join our ranks. Normally, they’d send someone else but you’re stuck with me so—“

“What organization? What ranks? You’re hiring?” I guess we’re both interrupting each other now. You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Even if the task was annoying, you wouldn’t be returning to base with a new recruit if you hit him with a bunch of attitude.

Patience was not your strongest virtue. “Not exactly. As soon as you put that blade down, maybe we can talk some more.”

Steven looked down with a jolt, as if he hadn’t realized he’d been white-knuckling the weapon since you appeared.

Slowly, he started to store the blade before Marc cut in hastily. Hello? Are you seriously letting a kid tell you what to do? A kid who appeared out of thin air?

Steven caught Marc’s glare in the reflection of a small puddle, the road damp from London’s regular showers. He looked much more menacing than Steven, even with his half-assed suit. 

He hadn’t said it yet, but Steven knew Marc was aching to take over. And it was probably the smartest option- Steven wasn’t the best at confrontation. 

“Don’t hurt a minor please,” he pleaded quietly. Marc narrowed his eyes at the notion. But he nodded his head dismissively.

With a sigh, Steven allowed Marc to front.

All the while, you minded your own business as well as you could, staring at the sky suspiciously. You wouldn’t be surprised if Sam had sent Redwing to spy on you. Not because he didn’t trust you of course, but because him and Bucky loved to get a laugh in whenever they could. 

“Alright, let’s cut the bullshit. Who sent you? Harrow?” 

You nearly gave yourself whiplash from how fast your head snapped forward. 

The suit was different, cape billowing behind him, and eyes even whiter than before. They seemed to glow-- no, they were glowing-- and glare into the depths of your soul. You were almost intimidated.

“Who the hell is Harrow? Absolutely not. Since you asked so nicely, I was sent on behalf of Captain America.”

Captain America? He gripped the crescent blade tighter. 

He considered your words carefully, staring at you with the utmost suspicion. Lip curling up, head already starting to shake in disapproval, annoyance consuming him altogether— 

“That’s bullshit.”

“That’s- that’s amazing!”

You couldn’t help the smirk on your face. “It is pretty cool,” you shrugged thirty minutes later, chewing through a particularly large bite of your warm bagel. You were sat in the corner of a small, dingy bakery. What it lacked in aesthetics, the bakery definitely made up for in flavor.

“Do you think you could maybe, like I dunno, introduce us?” Steven asked with an excitement that barely kept him still in his seat.

You’re surprised he hasn’t gathered the attention of everyone else in the bakery, but for once, you’re not the one worried about being on the opposite end of a judgmental eye.

Being an Avenger in these post-Blip days isn’t as easy as it was before… stack that on top of being a ‘child’ and it’s the perfect recipe for disaster.

‘They’re too young!’

‘They can barely contain their abilities!’

‘The Avengers already ruined our lives before! Why should we trust a child?!’

Even if you denied it a million times, there was always a small part of you that craved their approval. Their vote of trust…Maybe this mission would help with that, once they learned that it was you who got the infamous bad-guy-turned-good Moon Knight to join the world’s mightiest superheroes…

Well, maybe it wasn’t exactly you who got Steven to willingly agree. But there was absolutely no way in hell you were ever telling Sam that it was his pull that got the deal sealed.

“Sure,” you smiled back at Steven who just about died at your response. The coffee in his mug jostled out and splashed onto the table. “Big Captain America fan?”

“As of late,” Steven grinned. “So, when do we leave? Is—” He gasped suddenly and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Is Captain America coming to pick me up?”

Jesus Christ. Marc groaned. This was a fucking mistake. 

Steven ignored him and looked at you expectantly.

You glanced up from your phone where you’d been rapidly typing something up. You did a double-take as you processed his question.

“Absolutely,” you deadpanned. “He’ll send a car for you. Probably meet you at the airport with his private jet.”

Steven’s eyes grew wider with every word. Marc was scowling in the reflection of the window behind you.

“Bollocks...” he breathed, staring down at his lap in disbelief. 

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I don’t even know what to say. I mean, who—who would’ve thought they would send a seventeen-year-old to recruit little ole me—”

You saw something click in his brain. He looked up with glazed over irritation. “...you’re... you’re not being serious.”

“Of course, I’m not being serious, Grant. I got here alone and I’m more than capable of getting us back to base. You can save the fangirling for when we finally touch down alright? He’ll meet us there.”

Steven pursed his lips at you. 

Rolling your eyes, you finished your text and locked your phone with a click. “I’m being serious this time.”

Excitement poured into his gaze again. You’re not sure how Marc feels about it, only that after explaining yourself in very, very specific detail, he was open to the discussion. But it must be a mutual decision at this point. You doubt Steven would’ve gotten this far if his counterpart was fighting against it.

“Marc is on board?”

“Absolutely.”

Don’t lie. I’m regretting this more and more each second.

Steven continued. “Should I... should I pack my bags?”

“Yeah, that’d be a good idea,” you agreed nonchalantly.

“... now?”

You tapped your phone and glanced at the time. “If you want to make our flight in less than an hour, I’d say so.”

“Bollocks!” Steven exclaimed, nearly knocking the table over on his mad dash out the door. 

You snickered as he slammed into a lady on his way out. 

—————> the big champs + bucky

you: i’m expecting a promotion when i get back. and for you two to get off my ass already 

redwing’s bitch: I told you it wasn’t going to be too hard. Proud of you, kid

you: 😐

you: thanks i guess... expect a meet and greet when we get there. he’s probably going to be up your ass. steven’s your biggest fan. marc not so much.

you: and don’t worry bucky, they didn’t mention you at all <3

bucky bitchy barnes: fuck off. I have a fanbase. It’s on tweet.

you: wtf is tweet

bucky bitchy barnes: Don’t fuck with me you know what tweet is. 

you: my brother in christ... you mean to say twitter :,)

bucky bitchy barnes: I hate, no DETEST, your generation. 

ha ha

— elle <3

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Can you write soft smut with Steve like morning cuddles lead into that?

Mornin', Captain!

PAIRING | Husband!Steve Rogers x Pregnant Wife!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.6K

SUMMARY | You and Steve are enjoying a comfortable Monday morning at home, spending the entire morning in each other's arms while thinking about nothing but each other and the little life growing inside you. The two of you could get used to this and are starting to plan a life with your little human inside your belly.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Established relationship [ Husband & Wife ], smut [ Slow morning sex, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), multiple orgasms, nipple play, daddy kink, implied aftercare ].

A/N | Thank you so much for this request! I already had something similar in my drafts and decided to work them into one, I love that you gave me the push I needed to finish it!

Also, let's not think too hard about the fact that the GIF is, in fact, of Chris and not Steve. He just looked too hot not to use for this fic. 🖤

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Quiet Monday mornings with your husband are rare the last few months, so you are soaking in every second while you can. However, since you're currently five months pregnant, sleep is a luxury you're enjoying less of nowadays.

Because of that, you're cuddling with your heater in the form of your very own super soldier. His hand is splayed on your bare stomach as his thumb rubs softly back and forth in a soothing motion.

''I still can't believe a little human is forming inside you right now,'' Steve whispers in your ear, and you smile softly at his words.

''Well, you can trust me when I say it's true because they're constantly keeping me up or having me go to the bathroom,'' you say as you chuckle.

This afternoon is the appointment for your ultrasound to find out the gender of the baby, and you've been very excited for the last week to find out.

''Today we're gonna find out what the little human is going to be,'' you tell Steve, and he nods as he gives soft kisses on your neck and your shoulders while his hand keeps rubbing your stomach. You put your hand over his and let out a small sigh as you settle into his touches.

''C'mere hot Mama,'' Steve says, gently guiding you onto your back. This way, he can finally give you a deep, loving kiss like he's been thinking about the entire time.

''Hmm, Steve,'' you moan softly as his kisses move from your soft pink lips to your jaw, down your neck, and onto your collarbone. When his trails reach your sensitive nipples, he pays them special attention.

His mouth wraps around one of your nipples, and he starts suckling softly, earning himself high-pitched moans at how he's making you feel.

His other hand is softly kneading and ghosting over your other nipple, careful not to hurt you as he does this. His tongue lavishes over your stiffened peak as he keeps softly suckling.

When that one gets too sensitive, he moves on to the other, repeating the same actions to turn you into a moaning mess underneath him.

After that, he moves down to your stomach, one of his favorite parts of your body. His hand roams over the skin as he whispers sweet things to your baby.

Soft kisses are littered, each stretchmark getting extra attention because Steve knows how insecure you are about them.

''I'm still in awe that you're carrying our beautiful child and married someone like me. I still find it hard to believe that you would choose someone like me,'' he says as you rub your hands through his hair.

''Well, I just stuck with my gut here. It said, 'I like that one, let's trap it!' and here we are. That's all there is to it, really,'' you shrug before bursting out in laughter.

''Sometimes you're unbelievable! But I'm glad you did because I can't imagine being anywhere else than with the two of you,'' he says as he places a few more soft kisses on your stomach, laughing when the baby kicks him.

''See, even they are telling you to hurry up already! Mama needs her-'' is all you can say before the air is knocked out of your lungs by Steve attaching his lips to your sensitive, throbbing clit.

A long, broken moan leaves your lips as he works up to your orgasm, which isn't hard to do since you're always turned on beyond belief due to your pregnancy.

''S-Steve, gonna cum!'' you say as your back arches off the bed, and he keeps licking and sucking on your sensitive bud until you come undone underneath him.

He keeps working you through your orgasm, and when he's done, he can't stop praising you and telling you how beautiful you are.

''You did so well for me, Mama; you're doing so good for me. Perfect when you cum for me like that,'' he says as he rubs your stomach again.

He goes to lay on your side, and you turn your head to kiss your wonderful husband.

His hand never left your stomach, and he keeps rubbing soft circles and laughing when he feels the baby kick again. The two of you lie like that until your hand snakes between your bodies and grabs Steve's still-hard cock.

''Want to feel you stretch me out, Daddy,'' you breathe against his mouth, and he doesn't hesitate for even a second.

Soon your legs are bent upwards and leaning against his shoulders, his thick cock slowly piercing you as he's sitting on his heels, his thighs spread wide so he has the perfect angle to slide in.

''Oh, d-daddy! Stretch me out so well!'' you say, and Steve lets out a deep groan as he bottoms out. He lets you adjust to his size, and when that's done, he sets a slow, loving pace.

All he wants to do is make you fall apart over and over by making love to you, and right now's the perfect start for doing just that. Soft moans and the sound of skin on skin fill the room, but neither of you cares since you're too wrapped up in pleasure.

Steve keeps going for a while, but when he suddenly rubs your clit your orgasm washes over you with such force you squirt all over his stomach, legs, and the bed.

After the build-up and constant keeping you on edge, the release is sweet, and your back is arching off the bed as he works you through it before shooting his ropes of cum deep inside you.

When you have come down from your highs, you decide to take a bath together and relax until it is time to get ready for your ultrasound.

You're getting ready for your ultrasound and are now wearing your new pair of maternity coveralls you've wanted to wear for a while. Combined with a couple of sneakers and your hair in a ponytail, you're ready to go.

''Wow, those look amazing on you. Now you are one hot Mama!'' Steve says as you walk into the living room, where he waits for you.

''Thank you, I'm so happy I can finally wear this!'' you say as you grab your sunglasses.

Steve is decked out in sunglasses, a baseball cap, and a simple outfit not to be recognized outside. Aside from the Avengers, nobody knows you're pregnant, and you'd like to keep it that way for a while longer.

The trip to the hospital is smooth, and when it's finally time to go in, a nurse calls you in.

''Mrs. Rogers-Y/L/N?'' she says, and you get up with the help of Steve.

''Yeah, right here!'' you say, and when you're finally standing, you interlace your fingers with Steve's, who squeezes it reassuringly.

''Alright, you can lay down on the table and open your coveralls and lift your shirt,'' she says, and you happily do so. When that's done, you grab Steve's hand again, and he places a kiss on your forehead.

''Are you ready to see your baby again?'' the nurse asks after applying the gel, and you nod.

When you hear the rapid heartbeat and see the little human inside you moving, you tear up again; it is still the most beautiful thing you have ever witnessed.

''Do you want to know the gender of your baby?'' and both of you happily agree that you want to know.

''You two will be having a gorgeous baby boy!'' she says, and you can't believe it! Tears start streaming down your face in a steady stream now that you know.

The nurse prints out the ultrasound pictures, and when you're back at the Compound, you can't wait to show all the other Avengers.

''Guys, we're gonna have a baby boy!'' you say as you run into the room where they're all having lunch, and everyone cheers and congratulates the both of you.

After lunch, you pull Steve and Bucky apart to tell them something, though Steve already knows what you'll say.

''Bucky, Steve, and I have been thinking about something, and we want to run the idea past you. Well, two ideas, actually,'' you start, and he nods.

''Alright, is everything okay?'' he says, a little concerned.

''Everything is great, but we wondered if you were okay with being our son's godfather. Nat has agreed to be his godmother, and nothing would make us happier than for you to take care of him if it would ever be needed,'' you say, and he starts tearing up.

''Please tell me this isn't some joke? That you're asking me this? Because you know I would do it without a doubt in my mind, right?'' he says, and you nod with a big smile.

''We mean it, Buck. And there's one more thing we want to tell you,'' Steve starts, and Bucky looks over to his best friend.

''We were hoping to name our boy after you, so his name would be James Axyl Rogers,'' Steve says, and Bucky doesn't know what to say, so he wraps his arms around his best friend in response.

You rub Bucky's back softly as he keeps hugging his best friend, grateful for everything he's done for him up to now, and this is just the cherry on top.

''I love you both so much,'' he says as he pulls away and pulls you into the hug, so all three of you are hugging.

''We love you too, Bucky. We always have, and we will be with you until the end of the line,'' you say, earning yourself an even tighter hug.

''Guys, still pregnant!'' you say, and they release you with a laugh.

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some mando requests from pa🌳on

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Hypocrite

Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Requested by @flowers-and-fichte! Hope you enjoy, Novalis, and thanks for the request!

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Bucky's gotten close with Peggy's best friend, the two bonding over the reckless mavericks they both chose to care so much about. But Steve and Peggy aren't the only couple dancing around each other in this war.

Word Count: 1,396

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: I can't believe this is my first time writing for Bucky, lol. Most of the rest of the fandom has been here since Winter Soldier, but better late than never I guess!

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I shook my head as I barely managed to put one foot in front of the other, heading through the front door of my favorite dive bar. The Howling Commandos and I had spent many a night here, toasting success or planning our next move, but tonight I was without the rest of my group.

Peggy Carter was going to well and truly kill me, and I needed a night to process that.

She'd been my best friend for just about as long as I could remember; we'd joined SOE together, and somehow managed to end up on General Philips' staff, two of the only women getting as close to combat as we did. We made an excellent team, and normally, I had no complaints. But sometimes she could just be so reckless, flying head first into insane danger, that my heart needed a break lest it burst on the spot.

Tonight had been no exception. Peggy and Steve Rogers, the one and only Captain America, had worked together on a Commandos mission just across enemy lines. We'd been successful, and the two of them together had made an incredible difference in the war effort, but damned if I didn't also rue the day they'd met.

I slumped into a stool at the bar, barely registering my surroundings until someone slid a glass of my favorite drink in front of me. I frowned at it, then turned to my left to see who exactly it had come from.

Sargeant Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers' best friend, stared back at me with a faint smile on his face. He looked almost as tired as I felt.

"You look like you could use this," he said. I huffed.

"Thanks. How'd you know what I liked?"

He just shrugged, his eyes never once leaving mine as I took a drink, the corner of his mouth gently tugging up.

"I usually pay attention to the drink orders of pretty girls."

I snorted so hard a bit of my drink came out of my nose. It burned like hell, so it took me a few moments to recover myself enough to meet Bucky's gaze again. He'd leaned forward a bit, one eyebrow raised, looking a bit concerned.

"You alright there, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, fine. Just wasn't expecting you to hit on me, especially with that lame ass pickup line."

"Lame?" Bucky asked, a hand flying to his heart in mock-outrage. "That hurts."

I just rolled my eyes. "Knock it off, Barnes. We've quite literally been through hell together, I think we're a little past you trying to get my number in a bar."

"Well then how would you suggest I get your number?"

I paused, drink halfway to my lips again, and cut my eyes towards Bucky to let him know how truly ridiculous I thought the question was.

"You already have my number. It's the same one for Peggy and all the Commandos, as long as we're all stationed at the same camp."

Bucky just stared at me for a long moment. I sipped my drink and set it back down on the bar before he finally spoke again.

"Shit."

"Yeah. Nice try though."

Bucky huffed a laugh and took a sip of his own drink, then turned back to me with renewed energy and a bright, charming smile. I held up a hand before he could launch into whatever he was planning to say next.

"Okay Buck, why don't you just tell me what this is about. Because I came in here exausted after dealing with our best friends, and I don't have the energy to coach your rusty ass on how to flirt, if that's what you're trying to practice."

Bucky cleared his throat, deflating a little, but not all the way. He sighed, then set his shoulders and met my stare again with a determined expression.

"Actually, I'm trying to ask you on a date."

I laughed, until I realized Bucky wasn't laughing.

"Wait, are you serious?"

"Very. Although you're really testing my resolve, since you've now laughed in my face twice. You know I used to be good at this before the war?"

I shook my head, a disbelieving smile subconsciously forcing its way onto my face.

"Bucky... I'm not saying no, but... I mean, why? Why me, why now? We've known each other and been working on missions since Steve got you out of that prison... what changed to make you think this was a good idea all of a sudden?"

He sighed heavily, the muscles in his jaw working as he apparently forced the words to come.

"I've been feeling like I wanted to ask you out since I saw you, honestly. But we were going to have to work together, and I think it's pretty clear I'm a little rusty. So I waited, and I was just starting to convince myself to wait all the way to the end of the war, until I tried to get Steve to ask Peggy on a date."

My eyebrows shot up. "You did? How did that go? Those two have been dancing around each other for way too long, I've been trying to tell Peggy the same thing-"

"Well, maybe between the two of us we can actually get them to take the leap. But I realized when I was talking to Steve that I can't expect him to take my advice when I won't take it myself. I'm turning into the biggest hypocrite in the world encouraging him to talk to Peggy while chickening out on talking to you. So... here we are."

"Here we are..." I repeated, my voice a little faint as the full weight of Bucky's confession sank in. He had feelings for me, and apparently had for a while now. And now he was asking me on a date, the fact that we were in the middle of a war be damned.

I grinned.

"Is that a good sign? That looks like a good sign, but now I'm not sure..."

"It's a great sign, Bucky," I said, meeting his eyes and feeling a spark of excitement in my chest. "I'm glad you decided to take your own advice."

"So that's a yes?"

"That's absolutely a yes." Bucky's shoulders finally relaxed, a smile appearing on his face to match my own. "So... when do we do this? Do we call tonight our first date? We're out together, the two of us, at a bar..."

"No. No way," Bucky quickly decided. I raised an eyebrow at him, so he continued. "Tonight's not a date, sweetheart. Even in the middle of a war, I can find a way to make our night on the town something special. A little magical, and definitely just about the two of us. Tonight might be just the two of us, but it's about the two reckless idiots we call friends."

I laughed, then reached for my drink and raised it towards Bucky.

"I'll toast to that. To taking tonight to cope with the people we care about, and putting something on the books for a real night out together soon."

"Hear hear."

Bucky and I shared a smile, then each took a drink. I finished mine off, then sat back in my chair and stared at the man before me.

"So... how do you feel about a game of darts? Person who's not throwing is allowed to distract the other person, but only by relating the most insane shit our friends have done lately. True stories only."

"Bring it on. I've known Steve long enough that nothing's gonna surprise me anymore."

I snorted as the two of us grabbed another round of drinks and headed for the dartboard at the back of the bar.

"Look, Peggy might've gone through a phase of trying to be a proper lady, but she's been making up for it by doing even more ridiculous nonsense lately. Your boy's got nothing on her."

"I guess we'll just have to see about that, won't we?"

Bucky and I shared another smile. The routine was familiar, but now, there was an extra spark attached that hadn't really been there before. Even though tonight wasn't a date, spending time with Bucky felt a little different, now, in a very good way.

Maybe this could be the silver lining I held on to the next time Peggy tried to kill me via heart attack, until the end of the war and beyond.

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Two old men enjoying a well deserved holiday (feat. Sam)

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Some Instagram Sambucky requests!!

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2. Pool date (what's Bucky talking about?)

3. Sleeping and cuddling

4. Pre-CW the morning after (Bucky kissing Sam goodbye while he's asleep)

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Steve Rogers.

“The sweetest woman in the world

Could be the meanest woman in the world

If you make her that way

You keep on hurtin' her, she keeps being quiet

She might be holding something inside

That really really hurts you one day”

Great Expectations

Warnings: abuse, allusions to violence, depression, self-pity, and some possible unmentioned triggers.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: Your husband reminds you of your role.

As always, I appreciate all kinds of feedback. A like and reblog means so much to me! <3

Your tears stain your cheeks, dropping into the sink where you submerge your hands in lukewarm water. You tremble, clacking together the plates, sifting through the suds to find a solid grasp. You swirl the sponge around a dish before rinsing it and setting it in the rack.

Then another, and another. Glasses, plates, bowls. Your tears continue to stream. Your ears are fuzzy with the echoes of the violent tempest. You pull your hands out of the water, brushing your thumbs along the cuts you can't feel. Those that etched into your flesh as you scrambled to gather the shards scattered in his anger.

You hear the stairs creak and you scrunch your nose, trying to chase away the tickle. He hates it when you cry. He hates everything about you it seems. He doesn't know how much you hate yourself when you can't drag yourself out of bed.

You sense him behind you, looming the doorway. You grab the dishcloth and dry your hands. You quickly pat away your tears as you move to the rack and open the cupboard above. You stack each plate neatly after wiping every speck of moisture from it.

He lurks closer, prowling like a beast, his heavy breaths betray the lingering irritation. You know you cannot make another mistake. So you will only do as you should and say nothing at all.

"There's blood on your dress."

You don't dare ignore him. That's worse than saying the wrong thing. You face him and wring the dishcloth as you fight to keep your hands from shaking.

"I'm sorry, sir," you sniff.

"Sorry? You better hope it comes out. Wasn't cheap."

"Yes, sir, I understand," you gulp, "I'm sorry--"

"Sorry?" He scowls, "don't be so pathetic. All you have to do it the bare minimum. Be a wife. Clean the house. Cook dinner. It's not rocket science."

"I know, sir," you stop yourself from another apology, and wipe your cheek without thinking.

"Don't you fucking cry," he warns.

"No, sir, I won't," you shake your head and suck your low lips under your teeth.

He rolls his eyes and huffs. He puts his hands on his hips and pivots on one heel. He paces before you. Your blood flows undiluted onto the cloth and you squeeze it tighter.

"I gave you a house, a ring, and you can't even sweep the floor while I'm out putting my ass on the line. Not just for you, for this whole fucking planet. And you're here acting like a little work is gonna break you."

You chew your lip and accept his reproach. It seems so simple when he says it. You really are lazy. You really are a leech, sucking off of him and his generosity.

You deserve this.

"You know," he stops and points a finger at you, "there was this woman, she was all over me, and I said no. No. Why? Because of you. Because I have a wife," he turns his hand and waggles his finger so his ring gleams, "maybe next time, I'll take this off."

You wince as if he's slapped you. It's easier when he does. The pain doesn't stay beyond the bruise.

"I'll be better," you croak, your voice wobbling dangerously as tears threaten to spring again.

"You say that," he sneers as he turns his back to you, "but you never are."

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