#ceo!steve rogers x wife!reader

[scarlettromanov]

Business as Unusual

summary: You have always been one of Wanda's favorite employees. You will do anything she asks. What happens when her wife finds out? What happens when you find out the secrets of the company?

pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x Reader

word count: 7.7k

warnings(18+only): brief mentioning of Steve Rogers; eventual kate bishop; CEO! Wanda Maximoff; Brief mentioning of Stephen strange; Jealousy; Dom/sub; Domestic Fluff; Eventual Smut; Hurt/Comfort; Childhood Trauma; Mob Boss Natasha Romanov; Smoking; Food; Caffeine Addiction; mention of drugs; Alcohol; Mentions of Violence; mob wife Wanda Maximoff; Angst; NO CHEATING!; all parties communicate; brief Stephen strange slander

Chapter One: The Fall

You were definitely going to lose your job today. You wished that you could say that this was the first time running this late to work, but that would be a bold face lie. To be fair it wasn’t ever due to general laziness, or lack of concern for your job security. The public transport into the suburbs from the city never quite arrived on time. Not to say that you couldn’t just drive to work, but the lack of owning an automobile created a whole slew of additional issues. Your prized water bottle thwacks hard against the back of your thighs, creating additional bruises, as you sprint down the sidewalk. It clangs with every step you take. It was a prize possession of yours. A treat to yourself for landing the job at R&M Industries just two years prior.  A purchase based on the fact that you would have to take the train into the suburbs, and your ex-girlfriend's constant pestering that you didn't drink enough water. Only two more blocks until you are safely to the office. Hopefully your boss, Mr. Rogers, is in the scheduled staff meeting, and doesn’t notice that you are 15 minutes late.

Crossing the intersection, the small pedestrian sign starts to count backward from 10 indicating that you will have to wait another few minutes to get across the street. You cannot afford another moment. Taking a deep breath you make a short dash across the street. Barely beating the pedestrian countdown clock. The weight of your backpack slamming into your back with every step. You do your best to not wince as the straps dig further into your bony shoulders. A piercing stab in your lungs continues to burn with each inhale. Taking a mental note that you should hit your inhaler once you are at your desk, you trudge forward.

Yet, as you are about to step up onto the sidewalk you feel your legs buckle and collapse beneath you, and you stumble (rather ungracefully) to the ground. The thin skin of your chin makes direct contact with the concrete of the sidewalk. Your teeth grind together, and you know that you’re bleeding before you can even register the embarrassment. Tear pool in the corners of your eyes. Blinking back the impending tears, you stare down at the palms of your hands, which are pretty scrapped up, but barely bleeding. So much for getting to the office at least 15 minutes late. You needed to get inside without causing any kind of commotion. Each entrance to the building had a secretary close by. Fists pressing against your eyes in frustration; you can feel the impending sob building in your chest.

“Fucking Idiot,” You mutter as you try to find your way back to a standing position. Breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth, like your old therapist told you to do when your anxiety got the better of you. When you open your eyes again you take a moment to inspect the damage of your fall, and notice that your water bottle has completely fallen off its chain, nowhere to be found. Screaming internal profanities you blink back a round of fresh tears. Crying at the office was not like you. Crying was meant for the depths of your apartment. Solitude was the only place that such a shameful emotion could come alive. This was no condition to enter a work day with.

Nothing had gone right this morning. The hot water went, your cell phone didn’t charge, the train was late, and now this. On your knees in the middle of the sidewalk you try to pull it together once again. You couldn’t afford to miss a day of work. You're catastrophizing again, you think to yourself. “ Find the positives in the situation, Y/N, there is always a silver lining.” The therapist's advice rings in your ears. It must be a real fucking small silver line, you think, trying to push out his condescending advice.

“Y/N?” A warm husky voice asks. Looking up, a rush of realization falls over you. Your gaze is met with green eyes, which are wide with alarm.

“Ms. Maximoff!- I am so sorry I am late! I-” She cuts you off by crouching down to your level. If you hadn’t been sitting in your own shame, you probably would have been impressed with Wanda’s ability to crouch in heels. Her power suit of the day was a deep burgundy.

“Your face is covered in blood, Y/N.” Your cheeks heat with embarrassment. Looking down at your hands you spin the ring on your middle finger. Feeling like a little kid who fell off their bicycle.

“Oh, Yeah that. It’s nothing.” You say with a failed attempt at a laugh. Unfortunately your laugh has an air of hysterics in it. You scramble, trying to get to your feet. Wanda watches you. Her eyebrows knit together in disapproval. That’s when you can taste the blood in your mouth. The coppery metallic dances its way across your tongue. You grimace, and Wanda notices. Swiftly she slides the straps of your backpack off your shoulders, and you let her. Stunned at the touch from the older woman. She slings your pack over one of her shoulders with ease. Silently, you accept her assistance, thankful to not have the straps digging into your shoulders anymore.

“At least let me help you.” Wanda says with a kind smile.

“I’m sorry. I am probably making you late to the staff meeting,” She puts up a hand. Your mouth snaps shut.

“You’re not the only one who’s running late, Ms. Y/L/N, and honestly,” Wanda smirks looking down at you playfully, “between you and me, It’s Mr. Strange’s turn to present this month and well.” She feigns a yawn. You bite back a giggle. Wanda’s nose scrunches in the way it does when she’s genuinely happy. This is why you’d always enjoyed being around Wanda. She was fierce, and led with an iron fist, but there was a playfulness about her that came out whenever you two were alone. Secretly, you were glad that she found you.

“Let’s get you inside. I think Yelena has a first aid kit in her office,

Wanda carries your backpack with ease as the two of you make your way up the two flights of steps to Yelena Belenova’s office. As you rounded the corner you notice that Yelena is nowhere in sight, but Wanda lets herself in without hesitation. She places your backpack on Yelena’s desk. Nervously you stand in the doorway to Yelena’s office. Wringing your hands together behind your back. Yelena was a friend of Wanda’s, you knew this. Yelena was also the head of her department, and more importantly she was COO of the company. But what held the most importance was that Yelena was Wanda’s sister in-law. Wanda had privileges as CEO, and as the Executive Chairwoman’s wife. Since starting with the company two years prior there had been an unspoken rule of stay out of an office unless invited, and do not speak without being spoken to. As a people pleaser with a need to avoid conflict at all costs… These rules were easy to follow.

Wanda doesn’t really notice that you are hovering in the doorway until she’s rummaging through Yelena’s filing cabinets behind her desk. She pulls out box after box of microwavable Kraft Mac and Cheese. There had to be at least six in her desk drawer alone. You wonder how Yelena stayed so fit when her breakfast every morning was espresso and a cup of Microwavable Mac and Cheese.

“Always so messy,” Wanda mutters to herself in disapproval.

For a moment she looks up at you. The corner’s of her mouth turning up the tiniest bit as she stares at you in the doorway like an obedient child. She plucks the medium sized box red and white from the cabinet. Holding the first aid kit in her left hand, she pulls your backpack back over her right shoulder. Wanda places a reassuring hand on your shoulder leading you away from Yelena’s office.

“C’mon, let’s head up to my office so we can get you cleaned up,”

Wanda and you make your way to the elevators, and take it to the 6th floor. Her arm stayed draped across your shoulders. It feels reassuring to have someone holding you so close. You can’t remember the last time someone held you this close. You allow yourself to bask in the feeling for just a moment. But when the elevator chimes, and the doors open, Wanda’s arm pulls away as she gestures for you to lead the way. Her secretary quickly hangs up her cell phone, and stands to greet us. She smiles kindly at Wanda, her brown eyes filled with warmth.

“Ms. Maximoff, Good Morning.” She turns her smile to you, and it falters as she takes in the state of my face. Your stomach sinks as you cannot recall her name. Despite being with the company for over two years now… you kept a pretty low profile. The sinking feeling makes you squirm under her gaze. Her curly hair pulled into a low bun, with a few strands hanging loose in her face.

“Y/N, are you alright?” You nod your head, tearing your gaze away from the girl. Cheeks blazing from the unwanted attention. Suddenly the floor has captured all of your attention with the way you stared down at it.

“MJ, Y/N had quite the fall on her way into the office this morning. If anyone calls wondering where I am tell them that Y/N and I are in a meeting,”

“Will do, Ms. Maximoff. Is there anything I can get for you?”

“I’ll have my usual, Y/N?” Wanda looks down at you expectantly. She gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“B-black coffee please,” Your voice sounds small, and you grimace at your nervous stutter. It reminds you of all the times your father forced you to order my own food at a restaurant. Claiming that a stutter would resolve itself if you could only “gain a fucking backbone.” You divert your gaze to the floor again, studying the patterns in the linoleum tile.

“And a bottle of water for Y/N. Her water bottle appears to have gone missing,” Heart springing to life in your chest at the small detail that Wanda noticed. Wanda opens the door to her office, and ushers you inside with a delicate hand on the small of your back.

You had been inside Wanda’s office before, briefly, the day Natasha hired you. Natasha sat opposite of you at Wanda’s desk. Since Natasha primarily worked remote, and when she came into the office she would work in Wanda’s office. Her wife didn’t seem to mind. You think back to that day as you sit on the sofa in Wanda’s large office. The room is spotless, and filled with plants. Wanda sat down across from you, perched on the coffee table. She opens the medium sized first aid kit, and pulls out bandages and antiseptic. At this point the blood in your mouth had stopped flowing, but the bitter taste lingered.

“I can do this. I-I’m sorry. You probably have so much to do, and I am just eating up your time.” You reach forward to take the first aid kit from Wanda’s lap. Her hands still, and she tilts her head with a smile on her face as she looks up at you.

“Y/N if you apologize to me one more time,” Wanda warns with a stern tone, her Sokovian accent leaking through. Your mouth snaps shut. Wanda hums approvingly, and reaches for your hand, flipping it palm up. She rests your hand gently in her lap, and begins to dab antiseptic over the scrape. It burns, and you suck in air between gritted teeth.

“Now, tell me,” She says as she puts antibiotic ointment over a bandage, “Is there a reason that you are late again?” She smoothes the bandage over the wound. Her thumbs smooth the sealant of the bandage. You purse your lips, trying to think of the right words. Shame flooding your thoughts. She notices you hesitating, and squeezes your knee with her free hand.

“You are not in trouble, Y/N. You can tell me,” Her voice is sweet, and her gaze bores into yours. Taking a deep breath, mustering up the courage to tell Wanda your reasoning.

“I don’t have a car and I live in the city so the train runs late most of the time.” The words began to rush out of you, “And I know, I know! I could learn to drive, but I live alone and don’t have anyone to teach me, and cars are expensive, and…” Your voice comes out high pitched and nearly frantic. You feel your blush deepen as you sit there not wanting to admit a deep rooted fear of driving to your boss. Wanda rubs small circles into your knee with her thumb, it’s reassuring.

“And?” She urges you to go on, your eyes meeting again.

“I’m scared to drive,”You whisper, hanging your head, looking anywhere but her eyes. You can feel her gaze burning into you.

“That’s a valid fear, sweetheart. Many people have a fear of driving. There’s no need to be embarrassed.” You think she can tell that you desperately want her to drop the subject. In that moment there was nothing more that you wanted than the floor to open and swallow you whole. The vulnerability left you feeling weak. Wanda opens her mouth to say more, but a knock on the door interrupts her. Mentally you thank the universe for the interruption.

“Ms. Maximoff, I have yours and Y/N’s drinks.” MJ’s voice announces on the other side of the office door. Wanda finishes up your other hand, and says

“Come in MJ,” Wanda’s voice is lighthearted. Wanda pushes down on her knees as she stands up. MJ enters Wanda’s office, placing the tray on the coffee table.

“Your hands look much better, Y/N!” She smiles at you kindly. You delicately smile, and motioned to Wanda,

“Who knew Ms. Maximoff was a business woman AND a nurse,” you giggle, and MJ joined in. You mentally take note that you should ask MJ to grab a drink sometime. God knows did you need more friends. You and MJ smile at each other as Wanda rolls her eyes.

“Please- I’ve always wanted to be a mother,” She brushes her long strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder, “Just have that instinct I guess,” Your breath hitches as she smiles at you again, her nose scrunching the way it does which tells you she means it. MJ agrees before turning to Wanda,

“Ms. Romanov just called, and she is on her way to the office. Shall I call the Italian place around the corner and reserve a table for you for lunch?” Wanda doesn’t hesitate before responding,

“Yes, please tell Dominic to reserve our usual table.” MJ nods her head, and exits the room without another word. Wanda opens the bottle of water on the tray, and hands it to you,

“Drink, honey. You lost quite a bit of blood.” Nodding you bring the bottle to your lips, and take a sip. The cool water sloshes around in your mouth, clearing out the residue of dried blood lingering on your taste buds.

“Very good, Y/N,” Wanda’s voice is gentle as she gets back to work preparing to clean your face. She brings a warm wet cloth to your chin, assuring that the wound is free of any bacteria. Wanda’s closeness has your face burning. You hear every breath she takes with her face a couple of inches from your own. Wanda clearly does not mind the close proximity of your faces. Why would she be bothered? Like she said, she has a maternal instinct about her.

She is just helping you since you’re an employee, and she probably doesn’t want to get sued or something for falling on company property? You say to yourself over and over again.

“This is going to hurt again, be brave for me,” Wanda says with a softness that creates knots in your stomach. The antiseptic burns, and you wince again as Wanda dabs it onto the wound.

“More than halfway there, sweetheart.”

She talks you through the process, as she grabs the final bandage from the coffee table. Like before she adds the antibiotic ointment to the bandage, and smoothes it against the wound on your chin. Wanda’s hands cradling your face. The coolness of her rings feels amazing against the heated flush of your face.

“There we go, all done!” She runs her thumb over your cheek bone, and smiles down at you, before adding, “You did so good for me,” Little does Wanda know that your stomach does a backflip at her words. You beam under her praise. Wanda hums and releases your face. Like in the elevator, the feeling of instant loss falls over you from the lack of her touch. Your body craves  her warmth. Were you really this touch starved that you would ache for your married bosses touch? Wanda pats your knee before walking over to her desk.

“Well I guess I should get to work, Thank you again Ms. Maximoff-” Wanda, who was thumbing through a stack of papers on her desk, looks at you. She cocks an eyebrow.

“Wanda, Y/N.” You swallow dryly. You’d lost count of how many times that you blushed in front of her today, praying that she mistook it for shyness.

“Wanda, thank you for everything, but I should be getting back down to my desk.” Wanda sets the stack of papers back down, and leans back against her own desk. She smiles, crossing her arms across her chest. You stand feeling her gaze on you again, hands behind your back in their usual position, fingers squeezing together.

“That won’t be necessary. I am ordering a car to take you home. Your assignment today will be to rest. Go home, read a book, take a nap, take a walk in the sunshine, and return back here, to my office at 9am for your next assignment.” You can not comprehend what she is saying. Take the rest of the day off? That might be all well and good for someone that could afford groceries, but you lived off of Instant Noodles and Peanut Butter toast.

“Wanda, I really need to work. I desperately need the money. I-” She cuts you off with the stern tilt of her head, before she continues,

“As far as anyone is concerned, you were here today. You were running errands for me, and I will see to it that Mr. Rogers knows that you work directly for me now.” Her eyes remained on you,  cocking another eyebrow, as if to say, ‘ Is that understood ?’ You nod your head, indicating that, yes you understood. Her words were loud and clear. Yes you would work for her, and yes you would go home, go for a walk, take a nap, and return back to her well rested. Wanda’s stern expression melts into a more gentle one.

“Good girl, now have a seat while I call you a car,” Without another word you sit back down on the couch, and pull out your phone. Scrolling aimlessly through Instagram. Trying to desperately distract yourself from the woman across the room. Wanda calls the car, and when it arrives she helps you put your backpack on. Before you go you turn to thank her for all of her help today, but the words don’t find your lips. Her hands begin to fiddle with the straps of your backpack. The sagging pressure of your belongings lifts. Instantly you feel the digging of the straps on your shoulders lessen. You breathe a sigh of relief.

“There you go, that’s been driving me nuts. We can’t have you throwing out your back now can we?” Wanda giggles before spinning you around guiding you to the door. She opens it for you. Your voice finally finds your lips again.

“Wanda, I just wanted to Thank y-” She doesn’t let you finish the sentence.

“Get home safe, Y/N. Remember the assignment I gave you. I expect to hear all about it tomorrow,” She winks, and her door closes. You stand there like a deer in headlights. You are pretty sure you stand there for a solid minute before your brain catches up again. MJ giggles from her desk.

“She is really something,” Your voice is strained. MJ cracks up, nearly doubling over in her chair. She looks up at you, giving you a wink.

“Whatever that something is, I think you like it,” You roll your eyes with a smile, secretly agreeing with her.

“See you tomorrow,” You throw her the peace sign before hitting the button for the elevator.

“Bright and Early!” MJ nearly shouts as the doors open. You step inside, and the doors close.

“Bright and Early,” You say to yourself as the elevator brings you down to the car Wanda ordered for you. Your fingers run up and down the straps of your backpack. The way her fingers adjusted the straps replaying in your mind.

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Eighty-Three Kisses

CEO!Steve Rogers x CEO!Reader

an It Had To Be You tale of tender first aid requested by @anika-ann who thought: I'm not sure why but my heart would MELT upon seeing Steve giving Precious some ⛑ (as such, warning for mentions of blood) WC 1.3k

Not your favorite way to wake up…

Roused in the morning dark of New York winter, Steve’s mom calls him bright and early. She is one of only four people who can evade his Do Not Disturb setting, and as much as you enjoy Sarah, you groan in irritation when Steve has to untuck himself from beneath you in the sheets.

But that’s not where it ends.

He takes the call and walks out to his kitchen. His voice only just becomes inaudible when your mother calls.

Chatty. Mom is chatty way too early this morning, and she wants participation in her gossip.

You get it; your parents are pure balls of excitement about their upcoming trip to NYC to see you and officially meet your boyfriend for the first time, but 6:50 in the morning on a day off is not a great moment to get reciprocation of any amount of energy.

It’s not even five in the morning where your mom is. Come on now.

You hold the phone arm’s length away to scream into your pillow before heaving yourself out of bed. Maybe if she hears Steve’s voice in the background, your mom will think you’re busy and need to get off the call? Maybe standing up will help keep your eyelids raised? You’re so tired, you’ll try anything.

As soon as your butt hits the couch cushion though, your eyes shut again, too comfortable, too quickly. You jump up and meander over to the exercise bike, muttering something about the neighbor Mom’s had this same beef with for a decade, but she’s on a roll now. You barely need to interject an “uh-huh” or “yeah.” Your mother just keeps going.

So you sit on the bike, lazily putting one foot on the higher pedal, and you nudge it. Nothing happens.

Steve rustles the coffee beans into the maker and pulls down plates because if he’s awake, he wants breakfast. He’ll go back to sleep if he can, but if he’s conscious, food should happen. That’s the Steve Standard of a morning ritual. He also has very little input for his conversation, mostly humming every so often.

You hear the crack of eggs against the bowl’s rim and yawn, hiding that sound as best you can from your mother.

Your dad is equally grumbly in the background. He chides his wife with you in solidarity.

The pan sizzling acts as white noise countered by the first whiffs of brewing coffee.

“Of course, I’m listening,” you rush out, leaning forward on the handlebars and mock-bashing your head.

Steve must have turned to watch you because you hear his deep chuckle from across the room.

Absently, you step onto the pedal, thinking it will start rotating as you press down. You don’t realize how high Steve has turned up the resistance until it’s too late. You stand with your full weight on the tiny, shifting pad, and your foot slips right off when the mechanism caves.

Off-balance and crash-landing on your foot, your ankle tweaks out harshly, and the hard plastic grooves for friction scrape all along your bare calf. It hurts like hell but happens so fast that you hardly make a sound aside from hissing.

The phone drops out of your hand as you untangle yourself from the bike and trip down to the floor.

“Honey?” Steve clearly hasn’t seen until “shit” and you hear the pan torn off the burner and his own phone tossed to the counter. “Precious, you okay? What—“

Thin gashes are already red and bleeding all up your leg. The pain is such a tense sting that you can’t manage much else other than biting your tongue and clutching at the wound, but Steve peels your fingers away, ripping the kitchen towel from over his shoulder to apply pressure.

“It’s fine,” you still hiss. “I’m fine, Steve.”

His huge palm and fingers splay across the fabric, his other hand guiding your over to replace them after he coos, “I know. I’m just gonna clean it up. I’ll be right back. Can you hold this? Just there. Good girl. Ok.”

He jumps up and thunders to the bathroom.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on? Hello?”

You look up to where your phone dangles in the water bottle holder by the bike’s handles, but you can’t reach it without harsh sensations shooting around your foot and leg.

“I’m fine, Mom,” you yell toward the phone. “I just fell. I’ll call you back later.”

There’s an incoherent fuss, your dad’s voice joins what sounds like muttering but is more likely a heated argument on the other end, and then the screen lights when the call disconnects.

Steve returns with a little box and a white bottle.

“Ok, precious--" he leans to kiss your knee "--you ready? This part is gonna hurt.”

You pull back the stained towel, lip lodged between your teeth, and Steve soaks a cotton ball. He bares his teeth when you react to the bite of alcohol.

The excess drips down to the mat.

“I know, honey. You’re doing so good though. Just a little more." He tries to move the foot. "Can you—“

“OW!” Like a shot, your ankle cries all the way up to your hip. “Sorry,” you say through threatening tears, “I landed on it wrong.”

Steve’s hand cradles the joint, keeping it still even as he lowers to kiss there, too, his blue eyes worried. “Okay, I’ll get ice for that, but first, we cover this.” He wipes gently at the deepest gash by your Achilles tendon before ripping open a packet of antibacterial ointment. “Just another minute, alright? You’re doing great.”

His rough morning voice and soothing tenor nudge your heart rate back in the right direction.

At least the medication doesn’t hurt. Between treatment and bandaging, he lifts your wrist to his lips and plants a double tap of encouragement.

"So good," he rumbles.

Steve carefully unfolds and layers some gauze across the whole area and carefully tapes the edges. On instinct, you bend your knee to get yourself up, but the tape pops right off when you flex.

“Uh-uh, precious. You’re not doing anything until we get some ice on that.”

You think he means to leave you sitting on the ground, but Steve pivots to a squatting position, tucks his arms beneath your knees and around your waist, and lifts you straight into the air, kissing your cheek for good measure.

Well…all that gym equipment’s been good for something…

He carries you all the way back to the bed, kissing your forehead to force you to relax backward and excusing himself to the kitchen again. A few drawers open and shut. There’s a racket of ice clattering into a bag.

Another light scuttering noise.

“Ma, I gotta go. Yeah, I love ya. Okay, bye.” He rounds the doorway again, compress and coffee at the ready.

Steve wraps a fresh towel over your skin before arranging the ice to lay just right, covering as much curve as possible without too much pressure. By the time he’s satisfied, he’s created a majestic-looking nest of sheets and blanket around your foot.

You chuckle as you blow across the hot liquid in your toasty mug.

This is his near-military precision and focus again, except this time, you are the mission.

Finally, his equally warm gaze meets yours, dawn breaking outside the wall of windows surrounding the corner room.

“Want your phone back?” he asks softly.

You shake your head. “They can wait.”

Everything still aches, the dull throb seeming miles away when Steve grips your thigh before straightening.

“You know, precious, if you wanted breakfast in bed, you could have just asked.”

You shrug, a little embarrassed but very appreciative. This certainly hasn’t been your favorite way to wake up, but it’s not the worst either. Plus, the morning has just begun.

“Sometimes the only thing that gets your attention is a crisis, Captain.”

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Run, Rabbit Run

pairing: DARK!mob!steve rogers x wife!reader

warnings: DARK CONTENT. humiliation, kidnapping basically, suggestive themes, guns, roulette, mention of torture, inference to gang violence, police, hair pulling, degradation, slapping, some kissing. no smut.

summary: loosely based off of the song ‘run, rabbit run’.

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You ‘startle’ awake at the feel of his lips on your forehead. ‘Startle’ in quotations because you weren’t actually. You had actually been expecting the gesture ever since his alarm set off at 4:30am, this morning.

It should now be around 5:15am. It never takes Steve too long to get ready. And, going off his farewell kiss to your head, this only proves your estimation. He’ll be on his way to the office at around 5:20… then get there at 5:55 or 6. Just in time for his shorter day, before the weekend.

Friday’s were always Steve’s shorter days. Any other day of the week, he would be up at 4:30 as usual, leaving at 5:15, arriving at 6, finishing at 6. But on Friday’s, on Friday’s, Steve finished at 2.

Steve smiles warmly as you abruptly awaken. Though he loved nothing more than to watch you sleep so peacefully, he also loved when you woke up first thing in the morning- all confused and dumb, “Go back to sleep,” He assures you, petting your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

You mumble incoherently. Steve just huffs a small laugh before tugging the blanket back up your body.

Your hand shoots out then, grabbing his thick wrist before he can retreat it. He’s thoroughly confused, a bit of his fight instincts kicking in, but once he looks back down at you, his scowl softens, “Do you have to leave?” You ask softly, loosening your grip on his wrist a little bit and rubbing your thumb over the skin on the underside of his wrist.

Steve smiles, genuinely this time while he takes your hand on his wrist in his, “I’ll be back soon, sweetheart.” He presses a kiss to your hand. You whine at his words, a fake frown gracing your features, “Sam will be here in an hour, okay?” You sigh finally, before nodding, your hand limply slipping out of his grip and back under the warm covers of the blanket.

Steve can’t help himself. He holds your chin softly, taking you by actual surprise, and presses a soft, chaste kiss to your lips. Chaste was the word used to describe it, sure, but that’s exactly what Steve wanted it to look like. Innocent. Straying away from any hint or indication that he didn’t want to fuck you silly right then and there. But he would. Oh, he would. Why else would he finish work so early?

But, you push these thoughts to the back of your head as you embrace the kiss with a small hum, followed by a, “Love you.”

Steve stood from his leaned position with a proud smile on his face. As he made his way through the house, down to his car, he had a little pep in his step, even. Hell, he would probably say good morning to a few people in the office as he passed by them. Maybe even give way to a car.

Mr. Steven Grant Rogers, CEO of Roger’s and Sons Limited, being polite? Generous? Having manners? One could only dream.

Which is why, when Steve got into his car, the smile on his face disappeared and he pulled out his phone, beginning to make a few calls on his drive to the city.

Meanwhile, as soon as you heard his car start up and back out of the long driveway, you waited two minutes before jumping out of bed and getting ready. Sam wouldn’t be long, he was almost always early so you didn’t have a lot of time.

-

Bucky frowned curiously as he approached his best friend. Two coffees in hand as always, one for himself and on for Steve, Bucky was stunned to see the man so spacey so early in the morning when there was so much work to get done. He sat slumped in his big, leather desk chair- the one his father used to sit at. The chair alone emulated power and authority, and then when Steve was actually sitting on the throne, God help you if you fall out of line.

Usually, he would be nose deep in his computer, eyes almost turning square from looking at the screen so hard. So when Bucky saw how his boss so distant from his work, he clearly worried for his best friend. If he didn’t know any better, Bucky would’ve assumed he was on something. But those days are well over for Steve, and considering what day it is, Bucky has another idea as to what’s wrong.

With a cocky smile now plastered on his face, Bucky sets the cup of coffee down on Steve’s desk before taking a seat in one of the armchairs in front of his desk. Steve eyes the cup and almost begrudgingly reaches for it- perhaps figuring if he stimulates his brain with something else, he’ll take his mind off of what’s bothering him so.

“She has you too pussy whipped for your own good.” Bucky scoffs, man spreading his thick thighs as he takes a sip of his own cup.

Steve allows a small smile to spread across his face, for only Bucky could humour Steve at such a time as now. He takes a cautious sip of his coffee, before leaning back in his chair and shaking his head softly, “It’s not that today,” He smacks his lips, before clocking Bucky’s response.

The cocky smile flees Bucky’s face, and Bucky won’t deny how his heart drops suddenly as he reads Steve’s body language. Something’s wrong… more specifically, something’s wrong with you, “What is it?” He asks, though he has a feeling he already knows.

Steve looks out the window for a moment, the sun still rising. Such hope filled within a new day, curiosity as to what’s to come. Well, it’s too bad that curiosity killed the cat.

“She’s making the biggest mistake of her life.”

-

Ducking your head, you settle into the backseat of the taxi, heart still racing with each second that the driver wastes by stalling a little. You don’t even care about the fact that he’s stalling to scam some more money out of you- you just want to get as far away from this house as possible.

“Where to?” He asks, keeping his attention forward on his GPS as he sets it up, awaiting your response.

“The airport, please.” You say, out of breath. Yeah, packing your whole wardrobe in less than an hour will do that to you.

As soon as the driver makes his way, and you can no longer see the house through the thick trees of the street, you finally allow yourself to relax. Everything is going to plan. You can’t imagine how anything could go wrong from here.

So you settle back into your seat, ducking down a little so that if Sam were to pass by the car (which is totally possible), he wouldn’t see you.

“Where you headed?” The driver asks as he comes to a stop at a red light.

You perk up now, willing to engage in some light conversation to get your mind off things, “Just visiting family in Colorado.” You tell a little white lie.

He nods in fake interest before driving onward. Now that you’re much further from the house, and there’s no possibility that Sam- or really any of Steve’s associates would somehow find you, you sit more relaxed and glance out the window.

You’re gonna miss the city. Not that you didn’t already miss it. Only about once a month were you taken out to a nice restaurant in the city- but even then you were restricted to Steve’s side at all times. Maybe you can come back one day- maybe when you find out that Steve has been assassinated or something. That would be nice.

As you pass by the entrance to the highway, your senses are alerted and you look to the driver, “Hey, you missed the highway.” You politely inform him, hoping it was just a simple mistake. From your view of the back of his head- he seemed young, maybe he was still getting used to the roads. But from the way he ignores you, you don’t know if he hasn’t heard you or is choosing to ignore you. Your hands suddenly feel all clammy and your heart begins to race, “Excuse me?” You try again. Then you hear a collective click all around you and its then the you realise that he’s locked you in. You furrow your brows hard and your heart drops, “Sir-“

So distracted by the fact that this is straight out of some true crime/psychological horror film, you don’t even notice how he reaches into the compartment by his door, and pulls out a gun until he holds it up in front of you.

Your eyes widen, and your breath hitches. Your instinct is to run. But considering that’s impossible right now you maybe opt to break a window. Or even flagging down the attention of another car, for it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that a lone woman in the back of a taxi cab pleading for their attention isn’t exactly a good sign. But as you look out the window, you realise you’re no longer in a busy street. Or moving at all.

He’s come to a stop in a dodgy looking area- where you’re honestly probably safer in the car, with this armed psycho than out there.

The boy turns to you then, and its when you finally get a proper look at his face that you subconsciously tilt your head, recognising him from somewhere… Peter? “M-Mr. Rogers said I can hurt you if I need to.” No. No, no no no no no- “So why don’t you just sit back and let me do the driving.” No, no, no, no.

Your body complies before your mind can comprehend it all. Your back rests agains the seat of the car and he starts driving again. Your mouth is slightly gape- almost dry as an intense anxiety kicks in. How the hell did this happen? How did he know? You feel sick. You want to throw up, maybe that’ll distract the boy and make him pull over. No, he works for Steve- no amount of bodily fluid could make Steve’s employees disobey an order.

You swallow a breath, a bit hard with your desert dry mouth, but you’re too panicked to care. You chew on your bottom lip as you continue to eye the gun in his hand as he simultaneously steers the wheel. Looking back up at the road ahead, you ask lowly, “Where are you taking me?” You watch as he only eyes you through his rear-view mirror before looking back to the road. You should’ve known he wouldn’t tell you. You chew on your lip even harder now, drawing blood as the metallic taste invades your mouth. You bounce your leg uncontrollably and your breathing starts to lose rhythm. You know this boy could very well hurt you- you’re still debating if he would go as far to kill you, but you doubt it. So you try your luck in speaking once more, “Please,” You beg softly, tears falling that you didn’t even know were accumulating, “Please, I know he’s mean to you-“

In the blink of an eye, he shoots the gun. You squeal, squeezing your eyes shut and covering your face. You prepare to feel the warmth of the bullet in some part of your body- but after a few seconds of nothing but your ears ringing- you open your eyes and uncover your face. You look all over your body, then, as if you come up empty, you look to Peter, who continues driving like nothing just happened- though his grip on both the wheel and the gun is unyielding. You let out a breath of relief as your eyes travel upward to where a small glimpse of sunlight peeks through a freshly shot hole in the roof of the car.

It’s not long until Peter is pulling up to some rich neighbourhood. You swallow thickly at the large houses, separated by large trees and even larger land. Not even your family lived in a neighbourhood as nice as this. But you’re not surprised if this is where Steve has some secret home, where he cheats on you with strippers and prostitutes- not that you would care at all. Come to think of it, you do remember overhearing Bucky let slip about some other house… murder house? But surely that isn’t this house, right?

Some men guard a large gate that surrounds the house and you shudder when you see Sam in the small booth, talking with a few other men. They open up the gate for Peter to drive through and you do your best to avoid eye contact- but you can feel all of their stares. You also notice how they’re all armed, guns at the ready should you decide to run, you guess.

As Peter pulls up closer and closer to the house, your breath hitches when you see Steve standing by the doors. Oh, he’s mad. He does well to hide it, but you see right through the facade. Ew, you hate that you know him that well in order to be able to decipher that.

As the car comes to a stop, Bucky opens the door to the backseat before harshly grabbing you and all but yanking you out of the car.

Careless to you being able to find your footing, he holds your arms firmly as he ties them together behind your back with a piece of stretchy white cloth.

You eye the many men that stand around you now, all wielding guns, all watching your every move. Knowing Steve, they were probably each assigned a body part to focus on that would indicate any kind of inclination to run.

You suddenly feel cold. It’s summer, and the temperature is scalding, but you freeze under so many cold stares.

You wince as Bucky tightens the fabric around your wrists, before harshly grabbing your upper arm and dragging you towards Steve.

You barely have any time to think as he hands you off to Steve. Steve grips your face with one hand, thumb and index finger on either cheek as he squishes them together and tilts your head up to look at him.

He stares down at you hard, but his features slowly soften as he tsks. He presses an unwanted kiss to your lips and it takes everything in you not to kick him in the balls. Even though your ankles aren’t tied, you know that if you even take a step backwards, you’ll probably be shot.

As Steve pulls away from your lips, his hand travels to your hair, stroking it in place, carding his fingers through it before grabbing a fistful and pulling, “Ah-“ You gasp.

“Just when I thought you were finally starting to learn,” He starts, suddenly smiling down at you, “That, like your father, you shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds you.” You try not to let his mention of your father sway you, “But just like your stubborn bitch of a mother, you’re not very bright.” A few laughs sound and it really takes everything in you not to spit in his face. He knew mentioning how badly it stung whenever he mentioned your parents- as if killing them wasn’t enough. “I mean, come on,” He starts up again, “Did you really think you could ever get away from me?” You blink a stray tear and Steve smiles wider as it slides down your cheek, “Aw, don’t cry, Bunny. You’ll only encourage me.” He taunts as he wipes it away.

Looking to his men, he nods to the house and they all obey, filing into the house. Bucky stays behind you as Steve loosens his grip on your hair and resorts to your arm, pulling you up the stairs and into the grand house.

You can’t help but ogle at its size when you enter, the foyer itself probably larger than your bedroom back at his other house.

Steve leads you into what you assume is the living room, and sets you down onto the coffee table in front of the couch. Yes, the coffee table, not the couch. Because right now, you’re not a person to him- to be fair, you’re not sure if you ever were. You’re his property, an item in his assets.

Steve sits across from you on the couch, while the rest of his men surround you once more. Bucky appears beside you, another white strip of fabric in hand as he kneels to the ground in front of you and grabs hold of your ankles.

“You can cum if you need to, honey, it’s no secret you’re a rope bunny.” Steve quirks as he leans back against the couch, watching his best friend tie your ankles together.

Laughs elicit from all around you, but you try to block them out. Your head is too full off ideas on what he could do to you now- what they can do to you- what he could make them do to you.

As Bucky finishes tying your ankles together, Steve sighs heavily, looking over you. You can’t help but squirm under his gaze, no longer feeling as ballsy as you were outside now that you’re inside.

There truly is no way out now. Not with the locks on the doors and not with a gun assigned to each of your body parts.

“Leave us,” Steve finally speaks after a beat of silence.

Each man makes their way out of the living room and presumably, into the kitchen. Bucky leaves as well, leaving you completely alone with Steve. You hate to admit it, but it does feel a little less unnerving with just Steve. At least Steve hasn’t got 10 guns pointed at you.

Steve stands from the couch, beginning to circle you, clearly deep in thought.

“You act like I’m the bad guy here,” He starts and you furrow your brows- only because he stands behind you and can’t see, “Like I treat you so horribly on my own accord…” He adds. His hand comes to pet your hair again and you hope he didn’t notice your flinch. He rounds you, prodding your chin up with his cold fingers, “Like you’re not the one booking flights across the world to start a new life in a shitty, little townhouse.” You’re silent as you’re forced to stare up at him.

He goes to speak again, but as he opens his mouth, a loud, singular siren blares from outside. A police siren. Both of your heads whip towards the window and Steve abandons you completely when he sees the cop car pulling up to his driveway.

He furrows his brows tightly, watching as Sam approaches the cop car with defensive hands in attempt to turn them away.

As Steve turns back around at the sound of his men back at the doorway of the living room. He looks over their confused faces, half agreeing before realising what exactly they’re so confused about. Where the hell you are.

Steve parts his lips, glancing all around the living room, “Where did she go?”

“I don’t know-“ Bucky stutters, the rest of them agreeing.

“Did anyone see?” Steve asks, voice loudening a little. His men shake their scared heads and Steve runs a stressed hand through his hair before discarding his gun under the window seat, keeping it open for the rest of them to put their guns in as well, “Search the entire fucking house while I deal with them.” Steve orders, before frustratedly making his way to the front door.

“What if she’s outside?” Clint asks.

Steve spins in his tracks, “Then send a search party.” He says sarcastically before opening the door and greeting the police.

You listen intently at the sound of Steve’s men searching the house. Few go upstairs, few go out the back door and few linger around the bottom.

You also try and listen to what it is the police want, but once Steve had slammed the front door shut, you couldn’t hear a thing.

Your heart pounded in your chest, it was any wonder it wasn’t audible from the outside of the closet you were hiding in. You also tried silencing your laboured breaths- the adrenaline of escaping Steve in the moment and slipping out of the confines around your ankles exhausting you.

Steve can’t bring himself to care that much about the police on his driveway. They were called from one of the nosy neighbours, complaining about suspicious activity and guns. Big whoop. Steve would simply explain how he knew Tony Stark and they would be on their way.

For, what Steve cared about the most right now- more than anything, was you. And where the fuck you were.

It’s not long before you start to realise how much of a bad idea hiding was. As you hear someone on the ground floor opening and closing every door they come across in order to find you, you know it’s over for you.

Sure, you’re hiding behind a coat and a suitcase, but you’ll definitely be seen once the door opens.

As approaching footsteps sound closer and closer to the door, your heart rises to your throat. You stop breathing so as to not make anymore noise but it’s useless as the door is pulled open.

The both of you are taken aback. You, because of who’s found you and Peter, because he actually found you.

You plead with your eyes, shaking your head and begging him to spare you. To shut the door and act like he saw nothing.

It’s a long shot, you know it, but it’s worth a try. As he purses his lips, he sighs- most likely feeling guilty for what pain and suffering he’s about to put you through as he probably calls out to Bucky that’s he’s found you.

As you look down, preparing for your fate, the closet gets darker and darker. You look back up, seeing only a slither of Peters sympathetic face before the closet door is being shut.

So the cops were sent on their way after a not-so subtle threat that Steve knew Tony Stark and Nick Fury. He waited until they were out of sight, exiting the large gates of the home before heading back inside.

“We can’t find her anywhere in the house.” Bucky informs Steve as soon as he re-enters.

Steve sighs, nostrils flaring and blood boiling, “Start looking outside then.” He orders simply before opening up his phone.

After a few minutes on his phone, sending out a few orders to his men on their groupchat, he then makes his way to the lonesome living room.

He sighs heavily as he slowly paces around the place. He opens up the window seat to retrieve his gun now that the police are gone and is glad to see that the others have as well.

Spinning it around his index finger, he whistled a tune. ‘Run, Rabbit Run’. He feels it’s very fitting.

He takes slow, deliberate steps towards the closet, smile growing ever so softly as he glided the gun over the door before walking past it and back towards the couch.

He takes a comfortable seat, allowing you a moment to think you’re off the hook. Heck, maybe he’ll keep you in there all day. You’ll have to crack eventually- need food, water, to go to the toilet. But what real fun is that?

So, Steve sighs once more, rolling his jaw before speaking, “I know you’re in there.” He speaks softly. From the inside of the closet, you blink dumbly into the darkness, wondering if you heard him correctly, “What you made Peter do is gonna cost the kid his life, you know that?” He threatens and you softly gasp, “Unless you come out… say you’re sorry. We can forget this ever happened.” He tries to reason, “And I won’t punish you.”

You find yourself chewing on your bottom lip again. It’s not a hard decision you have to make. You know Steve would never kill you, to some extent, you know what power you hold over him.

But you know damn well he won’t hesitate to kill Peter for protecting you like that. You don’t know how Steve found out- but it would be safe to assume he had some kind of camera system hooked up to his phone.

And you’re not letting that poor kid die because of a stupid mistake you made.

So, you step over the suitcase you hid behind and softly push open the closet door with your knee, seeing that your hands were still tied. You squint at the light that greets you, before fixing your gaze on your husband.

You swallow your heart that had previously crept up in your throat, before softly pleading, “Don’t hurt him.”

He finally turns to look at you, inspecting you almost and this time, you can’t read his face, “If I didn’t know any better,” He starts off, moving off the couch to stand in front of you. That way, he establishes his power- the way he towers over you, “I would think you were in love with the boy.” You internally roll your eyes at his jealousy peaking through, and when you don’t respond, denying the allegations, Steve tilts his head, “Oh?”

“No, Steve-“ You quickly say, your voice hoarse since it’s the first time you’re speaking since Peter first brought you here, “He’s just so young.” You reason, “I-I love you-“

Steve’s hand wraps around your neck so fast you don’t even see his hand move, “You have a very funny way of showing it, honey.” You stare at him with wide eyes, fear written all over your face as he presses harshly against your neck- constricting your breathing, “I know I said I wouldn’t punish you- that we could forget this all happened,” He looks over your body, your tits in particular, licking his lips, “But I’m not exactly in a forgiving mood right now.”

You audibly whimper, “No, please-“ Your voice strains against his hand.

“And you didn’t even apologise.”

“I’m sorry!” You plead, grip loosening slightly as he trails his gun over your heart and tits- circling your nipple through your clothes as well, “Please, Steve, I was stupid to try to leave you-“ He shoved the gun inside your mouth and you feel immediate tears well up in your eyes, the absolute fear of it all kicking in tenfold.

Steve cocks the gun and you gasp with it still inside your mouth. You can only watch as his finger presses down on the trigger and you squeeze your eyes shut.

The gun only clicks in your mouth however, the bullet never eliciting and your head still intact.

You open your eyes, staring wildly at a maniacal Steve. He has never taken it that far before and now you’re left questioning everything you once thought you knew about this man- that he would never actually kill you…

“Just a precaution,” He says, moving the gun around inside your mouth before pulling it out and returning it to the waistband of his pants, “It’s going to take a lot for me to trust you again.”

His words go in one ear and out the other, your body and mind practically in shock from his recent action that he seemingly just sweeper under the rug as if it didn’t happen.

He pulls out his phone from his back pocket with his free hand, resting it between his ear and his shoulder as he kneels to the floor and picks up your previously discarded fabric that was tied to your ankles.

He ties it back around where Bucky had previously failed to do so, so much tighter this time so as to not take any chances with you. Not that you have the gall to run or hide or even look at Steve wrong ever again.

No, Steve has finally done it. Steve has officially conditioned you to do exactly as he says.

“Call off the searches. Come back to the house. Stay on the ground floor.” He says into his phone, before hanging up. On his way back up, standing upright, he practically throws you over his shoulder, smacking your ass in the process as he stalks towards the grand staircase, “Come on, Bunny,” He sighs, “You’ve got lots to re-learn.”

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Alpha!silverfox!Steve Rogers

Asylum!Steve Rogers and nurse!Reader

Brave New World

Breathe You In

Curtis & Mousey

Jake Jensen & Pretty Girl

Jake Jensen & Princess

Lloyd & Pumpkin

Lycan!Steve Rogers & barista!Reader

Photo ask game drabbles

Silverfox!professor!Ari Levinson & his librarian

Silverfox!Bucky & Sweet Girl

Silverfox!Johnny Storm & Little flame

Silverfox!mechanic!Steve Rogers x nurse!Reader

Silverfox!paramedic!Bucky Barnes & Bambi

Werewolf!Ari Levinson & Sweetpea

Wildest Dreams

Six sentence smut — thick thighs, Stucky x reader

Johnny & Jake & plus-sized reader

Sugar & Spice welcome home Wednesday

Thick thighs save lives take out Tuesday

Mob!Andy & mob!Lloyd

Three reasons why…YAY Steve

Three reasons why…BB&B

Jefferson gets angry and runs off his cat familiar

Colin Shea hockey

Werewolf!Ari sleepy Sunday

Monster match-up orc!Curtis Everett

White werewolf!Bucky Barnes

Lycan!skinny!Steve Rogers

Lucas Lee university soulmate

Bucky and his ex wife (Bucky is an asshole)

Bucky loses Reader (Once Bitten, Twice Shy)

Steve x reader x Natasha (bisexual!reader)

Fae!Stucky find cat!shifter!Reader

Silverfox!Ransom Drysdale meets reader’s child

Silverfox!Nick Fowler

BT Ransom takes his omegas shopping

Chubby!Bucky takes care of Becca while reader’s gone

Demon!Curtis Everett x human!Reader

Death!Bucky Barnes x life!Reader

Demon!Curtis confronts readers ex

Pipsqueak makes a good tray for Nick and the team

Fae!Jefferson and his reader go to a festival

Construction!alpha!Curtis Everett

Nick introduces pipsqueak to his teammates

Silverfox!Nick Fowler

Kitty!Reader is saved and housed by fae!Curtis, her defender when Jefferson comes to collect her

Ceo!Ari meets plus-sized!Reader at her bakery

Alpha!biker!Steve and alpha!biker!Ari meet pregnant!omega!Reader

Chris Evans (rpf) x pregnant!one night stand!Reader

Demon!Curtis teases reader

Here’s Your Perfect (drabble)

Ari is in a rut, Ice Princess has to help him out

Werewolf!Curtis Everett meets his luna!Reader at his work

Soft!dark!Steve Rogers and his wife

Soft!dark!mob!Steve Rogers and his wife

Jake Seresin gets protective

Silverfox!biker!Steve meets Ladybug

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis meets his bride at the airport

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis & reader sleep together for the first time

Bucky meets Steve’s assistant (HFY)

Cop!Andy Barber x arrested!Reader — how they meet

A/b/o angst

Silverfox!lawyer!Andy Barber

Silverfox!mob!Steve Rogers

Werepanther!Andy Barber gets set up with human!Reader

Merman!Curtis Everett x nurse!Reader

Silverfox!Steve Rogers x Ladybug

Werewolf!Curtis Everett x human!Reader

Fae!Ransom Drysdale x human!Reader

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis gives reader a sad goodbye

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Another month, another rec list! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

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Bucky Barnes ✨

Lay me down by @navybrat817

Vampire Mob!Bucky Barnes x Gifted!Female Reader

Pinot noir by @cryptidcasanova

Detective!Bucky x Reader

Awake my soul by @foreverindreamlandd

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Bring your wife to work day by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Bucky x Reader 'Sugar'

Hunger by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x female reader

Tension by @bucky-barnes-diaries

CollegeProfessor!Bucky x Student!Female!Reader

What's cookin' good lookin' by @slyyywriting

Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Shallow(s) by @late-to-the-party-81

Beach Lifeguard Ari x Beach Lifeguard Reader

Sleepy hollow by @onsunnyside

Stalker!Ari Levinson x reader (College AU)

Feels so right by @geminixevans-stan

Mechanic!Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Not the type by @quinnsbower

eddie munson x fem!reader

Just a reminder by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Red light at the bowling alley by @chaseadrian

eddie munson x f!reader

Start me up by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader (Mechanic AU)

Dealers choice by @ohcaptains

eddie munson x female! reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Overstimulation by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Steve Rogers x Agent!Reader

Ethereal by @oh-my-damn

TWS!Steve Rogers x neighbor!reader

The unexpected valentine by @cockslutpadalecki

SilverFox!CEO!Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Andy Barber ✨

Preliminary by @navybrat817

Sugar Daddy!Andy Barber x Female Reader

Sweet heartache by @oh-my-damn

DA!Andy Barber x Intern!Reader

Steve Harrington ✨

It's nights like these by @supernovafics

steve harrington x fem!reader

Multiple characters ✨

Private party by @late-to-the-party-81

Steve x Reader (established), Bucky x Reader x Sam

The perfect life by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Dark!Steve x You x Dark!Bucky

A price to pay by @navybrat817

Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

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Strawberry Kisses and Candy Wine - CEO!Steve Rogers

Chapter 4 So Close But Yet So Far

Character: CEO!Steve Rogers x Baker!Female Reader

Theme: Fluff

Words Count: 1163

Summary: It seems like Steve and (Y/N) share the same feelings. But when they want to see each other, something always stops them. When will both of them meet again?

A/N: If there are any grammar mistakes, please pardon me because English is not my first language.

But I hope, readers will enjoy this new update.

Likes, Reblogs, and feedback are much appreciated. 

Masterlist

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 | Chapter - - ||

Steve P.O.V

It’s been a month since Steve saw you. He went abroad for a while to meet with new potential company partners. 

But something unexpected happened; the rival company stole Steve's team proposal plan. The reason why the proposal leaked was his new secretary Peter. 

The night before the meeting, he met his old friend at the bar. It seems like his alcohol tolerance was pretty low and ended up with him spilling everything about the proposal. His old friend worked with the rival company and stole the plan. 

Because they lost their chance to expand the business, Steve won’t stop scolding his new secretary Peter, “Even though he is your old friend, you shouldn’t tell him even just a tiny bit about the company's new proposal.”

Everyone outside the office could hear their boss scolding. They looked at Bucky for help to stop Steve and help Peter. 

Bucky received the help signal and went to Steve's office.

Knock, Knock!

Bucky's presence made Steve stop talking, but he still looked mad. He gave Peter a consoling look and gave a sign to him to leave the room. 

Peter bowed his head to Steve and left the room. Bucky told Steve, “You have to be chill, Steve; besides, we have discussed this with our investor and board member. They trust Steve's capability. 

Bucky tried to lift the mood by giving Steve something “Look what I’ve got.” He handed his best friend a cake box from his wife, Natasha. 

It got Steve's attention and made his face look bright. Because the cake box came from your bakery, looking at it made him sigh deeply. 

If these things happened months ago, he wouldn’t mind staying at the office to develop a new plan since he is a workaholic. But everything is changed since he met you. Steve looked up at the window, wondering what you were doing. 

Meanwhile, at Dear Cake

Reader P.O.V

Inside the cafe, everything looks like usual, customers enjoying their food and drink while Toby works at the cashier. 

And at the bakery kitchen, Natasha is sitting behind one of the counters, watching you humming a song while making a new batch of cake.

“So, do you want to tell me who the person that made you keep singing (Y/N)?”

Her sudden question made you blush. "What…aat?"

"I've been trying to matchmaking you with my friend. Turned out I was too late."

You giggled, remembering the disastrous date you’ve been through before. "You know that I'm awkward with blind date."

“So, could you tell me more about your company party for this weekend?” You asked Natasha while looking through the desert list she requested. 

“Just a small gathering. The CEO of my company came up with this idea to appreciate employees' hard work. They could have fun, eat and drink all day.”

“That’s really nice. But I still think you work in a big company Nate.”

Natasha just winked at you while eating the berries. You always wondered about her, who was always full of mysteries. Even though you have been friends since boarding high school, you still can’t figure her out. 

You and Natasha lost contact almost ten years after attending different universities. You were studying abroad to follow your parents, who work as researchers, and Natasha is staying in the States. 

Even though you separated, she will always be your best friend. When you got burned out and betrayed from working at your former company, the first person that came to your mind to talk to was Natasha. 

Thanks to social media, you could contact her again. She was angry and livid hearing your stories. She said, 'It’s painful right now, but you could do whatever you want after this.’

‘What I want?’ You asked yourself that question and remembered always wanting to open your bakery and cafe. 

You told Natasha about the idea, and she fully supported it and said, “You made a hella out of cake back at our high school bazaar. It always sold out.”

That was good enough to build your confidence, and you appreciate her helping hand. Natasha gave you a good list of locations with a good price to open your bakery. 

While you recall the past, the kitchen door kicked, making you and Natasha look at the door. You thought it was Toby thinking his hand full of holding flour bags. That’s why he kicked the door.  

It turned out it was someone else—the person who made you quit your former job. With a smug smile, expensive clothes, and sting cologned, he walked towards you and said, "Nice to see you again (Y/N).”

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At Dear Cake (same day but different time)

Steve P.O.V

Steve finally could step his foot at his favorite place once again. He wished that he could see your face even from afar. But his prayer isn’t answered because he only sees Toby at the cafe. 

He approaches Toby and notices something. Steve knew how to read someone's mood, and now he could feel that Toby was looking mad. 

“Hey Toby, you’re good?”

Toby looked surprised since it’s been a while since Steve didn’t appear. “Oh, Steve.” He sighed. “Well, there’s an annoying guest today. He completely ruined my day and (Y/N).”

Steve raised his eyebrows when he heard your name got included. Did the guest hurt you? He asked Toby, “Do you need any help?”

“I had it under control.”

Steve hummed. Since Toby doesn’t accept his offer, he will back down. Then his eyes look around for your presence. 

“What about you, Steve…?” Toby wants to ask Steve what he’s been doing, but it seems like he wants to see you.

‘He looking for (Y/N).’ Toby thought. “She went to buy ingredients; we got a big order next weekend.”

‘Seems like he couldn’t ask you out next weekend to his party.’ He thought. Steve looked at Toby, hiding his shyness. 'Was it obvious he’s looking for you? ' 

He couldn’t lie but felt disappointed. “Well, I guess I’ll see you both next week.”

“You don’t want to stay for a while?”

Steve shook his head. “No, I have to catch a flight.”

Five minutes after Steve left, the cafe door opened.

“Oh welcome back, your boyfriend was just here a few minutes ago.”

“You should’ve called me when he arrived.” You gritted your teeth while holding your annoyance with your brother. 

“If you didn’t go out, that person would keep bothering you. I was this close to hitting him,” said Toby. 

You never saw Toby this mad since he was always calm. You changed the topic and pointed at the grocery bags “Well, at least the ingredients for next weekend are completed.” 

Toby looked at the grocery bags and said, “Perhaps you could see Steve sooner.”

“Hmm, how do you know that?” You asked him while shaking his shoulder. While Toby inwardly screamed, seeing his sister being so dense. 

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Business as Unusual - Chapter 2: The Contract

pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x Reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings(18+only): brief mentioning of Steve Rogers; eventual kate bishop; CEO! Wanda Maximoff; Brief mentioning of Stephen strange; Jealousy; Dom/sub; Domestic Fluff; Eventual Smut; Hurt/Comfort; Childhood Trauma; Mob Boss Natasha Romanov; Smoking; Food; Caffeine Addiction; mention of drugs; Alcohol; Mentions of Violence; mob wife Wanda Maximoff; Angst; NO CHEATING!; all parties communicate; brief Stephen strange slander

Chapter Two: The Contract

The afternoon sun drapes across you as you lay in bed. Absent-mindedly you flip through a copy of the newspaper. The driver said you could take it. You needed to prove to Wanda that you had read something right? The material is dry though. After flipping past the sports section you quickly look over the business section.

A picture of Natasha and Wanda stares up at you. Natasha’s arm wrapped around Wanda’s waist. Wanda wearing a red turtleneck sweater underneath a black blazer. Her hair is curled perfectly. Natasha wears a black jumpsuit, a deep v extenuating her figure. Their wedding bands are clearly visible. Wanda is staring lovingly at Natasha, and Natasha is staring straight at the camera with a small smirk. As if to say “don’t you wish you were me?”

Maybe- yes you would like to be Natasha, or Maybe you’d like to be Wanda. Both women clearly had an effect on you, but you couldn’t deny the small twang of jealousy as you stared at Natasha's hand wrapped around Wanda’s waist. You wished that she would hold you like that.

You sigh, and briefly skim the article. Sales were up 75% from the last year. You knew this. You crunched numbers for Steve all day. Although your salary was subpar, you felt a sense of pride knowing you worked for a successful company. After perusing a few more articles you flip to the funnies, and laugh at the latest Garfield comics. Truthfully, you wanted to look at the comics first, but you couldn’t report to your boss that you read The Song of Achilles for the fifth time. The business section seemed like the next best option.

The rest of the day goes by slowly. Your nap is cut short since you are unable to stop replaying the events of the morning in your head.  Tossing and turning, you day dream about the way her fingers brushed against your cheeks. Running clumsy fingers over the bandage on your chin. It’s not until you wince from the residual pain that the daydream ends.

After failing to sleep you take a walk in the park, like Wanda told you to. The feeling of the sun hitting your cheeks has you feeling light on your feet. You really can’t remember the last time you took a leisurely stroll. If you were being honest with yourself, your life had become train ride after train ride between work and the city. Ever since your breakup six months prior, the weekends felt like long gaps of time filled with binge watching shows, and going to the laundromat. Speaking of which, you desperately need to do a load of laundry this weekend. You finish up the day with a good old fashion bowl of Ramen Noodles, and then settle into bed. The small dragonfly night light in the corner of your bedroom helps calm your nerves, as you drift to sleep.

The next morning you are dressed, and about to head out the door when the buzzer to your apartment goes off. You wonder if you should answer it, but decide against it. Absolutely not wanting to be late to see Wanda this morning. The elevator is out again, so you take the stairs two at a time down the 8 flights.

Stopping dead in your tracts you notice the very expensive Rolls Royce parked outside.

“Ms. Y/L/N?” A man in a suit asks as you attempt to sneak your way past him. Skidding to a halt, you turn and look at him. He wears a pair of ray bans that hide his eyes. His expression is unreadable.

“Depends on who’s asking?” You ask giving him the side eye. The dark haired man is about six feet tall, but you gazed up at him unafraid to back down.

“Ms. Maximoff ordered the car.” He says shrugging, jerking his thumb back at the Rolls Royce Phantom behind him. You peer around him at the sleek black car. Not comprehending what exactly was going on here.

“Wanda what?” The words falling from your lips in disbelief.

Just then your phone buzzes in your pocket. Instinctively you reach for it.

From: Unknown

Public transportation is unsafe for a good girl like you.

See you soon. Let me know what to have MJ pick you up from Russo’s.  - W.M.

Your mouth falls open as you look up from your phone at wannabe Men In Black. Wanda ordered a driver to get you to work this morning? Swallowing, you try to find your voice, attempting to muster up some kind of confidence.

“Tell me your name.” You tap your phone against his chest lightly. He doesn’t seem phased by your nosiness. His medium length brown hair is scraggly at his shoulders. It doesn’t quite fit the rest of his persona at the moment.

“James.” He quirks a half smirk.

“James, thank you. Cars make me nervous, please get me to Wanda safe.” He fully smirks at you now, looking over the tops of his sunglasses. Revealing a set of sparkling blue eyes.

“You got it, Ms. Y/L/N”

He opens the door for you, and you slide in with ease. The smell of leather fills your nostrils. James ignites the engine, and pulls away from your apartment. Staring at Wanda’s message. You type one reply. Delete it. Type another reply. Delete it. Finally you hit send.

Not even a minute later your phone buzzes again. Your heart does a kick flip in your chest. Wanda sent another message.

You let her last message sit out in limbo. It wasn’t that you didn’t like breakfast. It was the fact that eating with Wanda made you feel like there were golf balls in your stomach. Resting your head back, you just hope that Wanda didn’t have pancake breakfast waiting for you.

Half an hour later, James pulls up outside of the office, and turns to look at you. He removes his sunglasses and gives you a smile. He’s pretty handsome.

“Have a good day, Y/N. Have Wanda call me if anything comes up.” You thank him, and open the door. You had to admit that you sort of felt cool rolling up to work on time in a fancy car. Co-workers probably thought you were ubering to work.

If only your clothes matched your little fantasy. Quickly you make your way into the building. Ignoring the anxiety that you felt knowing you were working directly with Wanda. You let the giddiness wash over you. Without hesitating you hit the elevator button and take the ride up to Wanda’s office. The doors of the elevator open, and you step out with more pep in your step than you felt in months. Absent-mindedly you chew on your lip from the subtle anticipation.

MJ was already at her desk, her brow furrowed as she squinted to read her computer screen. Her glasses sit perched on her head, and you wonder for a moment if you should tell her. She looks up at you, and her smile lights up.

“Good Morning, Y/N,” Her voice sounds chipper enough for 8:45 a.m. on a Thursday. Either way you are glad to see your potential new friend.

“Morning, MJ,” You smile back at her as you approach Wanda’s door.

“You take bright and early very literally,” She giggles, and you nod your head giving her a sheepish smile.

“I am a very dedicated employee,” You mumble, followed by a small laugh, before reaching up to give Wanda’s door 3 small knocks. Your skin is buzzing in anticipation. Heart sitting in your throat as you hear the clicks of Wanda’s Heels heading straight towards you. The door swings open, and her green eyes meet yours.

“Good Morning, Y/N. Come in,” She’s pleased with you being early. She gestures for you to enter. From behind you Wanda lifts the straps of your backpack from off of your shoulders, and lowers it to the floor next to her desk. Before you sit down at the desk, you hear Wanda’s heels retreating towards the coffee table and sofa. So you turn to follow her. She sits in the armchair opposite of you, and you eye up the array of fruit and croissants. Silently, you thank her for not getting pancakes. Attop of of a small black and red coaster you see it. Your black coffee. You lick your lips as you can smell its aroma in the air. Was it obvious to Wanda that you were a caffeine addict?

“How was your ride into town? Cozy?” Wanda asks with a smile. Her red lipstick looks fresh, and you wonder what brand she uses. The drugstore brand that you used on special occasions rubbed off almost immediately.

“Yes! Thank you again. You definitely did not have to do that,” You blush as her actions mean more to you than you think she realizes.

“Like I said, public transport isn’t safe. It gives me peace of mind knowing you’ll arrive here every day.” She crosses her legs, flipping her hair over her shoulder again. You notice that she does this whenever she wants to come across as nonchalant. You ignore her attempt to set you at ease. You desperately want to know why she cares this much about your well-being. For now though, you nod your head, and grab a few pieces of sliced kiwi from the tray. Wanda’s eyes light up seeing you attempt to eat.

“Is this alright? I wasn’t sure what you liked to eat in the mornings.” She gestures to the trays of food.

“Oh. Y-yeah. I’m not much of a breakfast person. I love fruit though,” You pause, and grab a croissant from the tray, placing it onto your plate, “And croissants actually are my favorite pastry. ” You smile, breaking open the pastry to reveal the dozens of layers of butter and pastry. They were fresh, and you could tell. Wanda eyes you with a warm smile. She reaches for her drink, and takes a sip. She closes her eyes, and you can tell that she’s enjoying this moment of bliss.

“What kind of drink did you get?” You ask when she opens her eyes again. To your surprise her cheeks turn the slightest tinge pink. Wanda Maximoff, embarrassed? You silently bask in how cute she looks when she blushes.

“Would you judge me if I said a lavender oat milk latte?” Wanda says, looking away from you. You giggle, it should have been obvious to you that she was drinking a beverage so queer coded.

“So you are judging me.” She quirks an eyebrow at you, and you try to stifle your laughter.

“No! No! I just should’ve known,” You wave your hands trying to let her know that you’re being playful.

“I’m confused,” Wanda’s Sokovian accent bleeds through for a moment, and you notice. Ignoring how adorable she’s being, you attempt to explain,

“It’s… you know… queer.” You do a little flick of your wrist. Hoping she understands the gesture, and that the age gap between you two isn’t going to ruin the moment. You take a sip of your coffee now feeling just how dry your mouth felt from the nerves.

“Well that would explain why I've had people slip me their number after I’ve ordered this drink.” You inhale suddenly from the way her words throw you off. Unfortunately you had been in the middle of sipping your coffee. Immediately you choke on the liquid. Wincing at the burning sensation in your throat. This is what you get for attempting to drink a scalding hot drink without waiting for it to cool. Wanda jumps to her feet to help you. You hold up a hand.

“I’m fine- I’m fine!” You assure her, but the look of worry doesn’t leave her eyes. Clearing your throat a few times, still trying to push down the giggles

“Is it that funny to believe that someone would hit on me?” Her voice is completely serious. Heart sinking into your ass and you fall silent. Giggles long forgotten. With burning cheeks you look down at your hands again. This is it, she’s going to fire you for being an asshole. You think to yourself. Shame filling your thoughts.

You bite your bottom lip, and then reply, “No, I can believe it.” Meaning it since you know you would hit on her if you had an ounce of confidence (and obviously weren’t already her employee).

“I’m screwing with you, Y/N.” Wanda’s replies, a smile in her voice. When your eyes meet she winks at you. Of course she’s screwing with you. Wanda always found a way to make you squirm. A small part of you knows that she loves to see you flustered. Your brain couldn’t help but short circuit when she would wink at you; make a joke at the copier, or by making faces at you during staff meetings ( when you both were clearly not listening ).

“Relax, Sweetheart.” Taking a few deep breaths you feel the blush disappear from your cheeks.

“So now that we’ve established that my drink is extremely gay. Let’s get to business.”

You nod, and stand to grab a piece of paper and a pen. Wanda reaches down to her bag, and pulls out a stack of documents. She leans forward, and places the document gingerly into your hands. It’s a nondisclosure agreement . Your eyebrows knit together, and you absentmindedly sit back down on the couch.

“Wanda, why am I signing an NDA?” Wanda places a few pieces of fruit onto her plate, and plucks a grape in between her thumb and forefinger. She eyes you with a look that you can’t quite understand. Her tone is serious when she replies,

“Do you trust me?”

You don’t hesitate before replying, “Absolutely.”

“Sign the document,”

You stare down at the stack of papers, and flip through it. Once, and then again for good measure.

“Always crossing your t’s and dotting your i’s. Very thorough,”

You didn’t know how to tell Wanda that your dad is an attorney. Growing up, despite his general dislike of you, your Father made sure to stress the importance of reading a document before signing it. Right now though, you push his words out of your head. Clicking your pen, you sign on the line above your name.

“Thank you,” Wanda says before taking the document to her desk. You can feel the questions dancing behind your lips, and she notices.

“You are my personal assistant, and data analyst for Natasha and I’s affairs.”

You raise your eyebrows. If you were Wanda’s personal assistant, what did that make MJ? That poor girl probably needs this job more than you do.

“What about MJ?” Your voice is full of worry.

“MJ is my company secretary, you will be filling in the gaps for any other needs Natasha and I have.”

Natasha? Your heart rate speeds up at the thought of Natasha telling you what to do, and when to do it. You mull over her words, honing in on her choice of words. MJ was her company secretary, does that mean your work was outside of company limits?

“What are my hours?” You ask, running a sweaty hand through your hair. Your palms are clammy, but you don’t want to jump to conclusions.

“You will be on call for me and Natasha. When we call, you answer. This isn't a company position, Y/N. You do understand that, don’t you?”

Does this mean you were fired from your old position? Picking at your cuticles, You cross your legs, squeezing them together. Feeling hot tears well in your eyes. You blink them away. No, not here, not in front of the one person you so desperately wanted to impress. She could not see you like this.

“I can’t believe I got fired.” Your voice is full of emotion. Self Deprecation setting in quickly.  Wanda shifts in the arm chair across from you. You refuse to look up at her sudden movement. Your cuticle begins to bleed as you pull on a hangnail. The world grows smaller as you retreat into yourself. Wanda moves to the seat next to you. She places a reassuring arm over your shoulders. She smells of vanilla and honey. Her closeness comforts you.

“You’re not being fired. You have a choice. You can continue to work for Steve,” Wanda pauses, giving your shoulder a squeeze,  “or you can quit and work for me and Nat. The choice is yours, dear.” You lean into her with a bit of your body weight. She doesn’t shy away from contact. If anything, the grip on your shoulders tightens. A choice between crunching numbers all day for Steve Rogers, possibly never moving up in the company. Stuck under someone else's thumb. This offer from Wanda felt like a step up somehow. And despite not being much of a materialistic person, you cannot deny that a chance of a raise sent a thrill through you. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, feeling the slow rush of excitement setting in.

“I choose you and Natasha.”

“Good choice, honey.” She winks at you again before turning to wrap her arms around you. Your head rests briefly on her shoulder. Wanda pulls away, her  hands resting on your upper arms, thumbs stroking back and forth. Your eyes lock for a brief moment, as you smile at each other. Wanda’s mouth hangs open the slightest bit with a smile.

Wanda’s office door opens, and you jump in your seat. It breaks you out of your trace, but Wanda doesn’t move. Her fingers are still stroking your arm.

“Good Morning, my love,” Wanda’s voice is full of love as you both look over to see Natasha. She is breathtaking in high waisted black trousers, and a low cut satin white blouse. The clicks of her stilettos barely audible as she moved. Her curly red hair pulled in a braid down her back. For a moment you felt like the world stopped as you took her in. Sure, Natasha had hired you. But if you were being honest, when you knew she was going to be in the office you would purposely stay glued to your desk. Steve would have meetings with her in his office, and she would always be sure to say hello to you.

“Good Morning,” Natasha’s voice is always throaty and low. She pauses before making her way over to you and Wanda, “I see that you’ve already started, I’m sorry for being late.” She leans down, and kisses Wanda. You divert your eyes, not wanting to seem like a pervert.

Wanda said nothing to you about Natasha being here this morning. Natasha settles herself in Wanda’s arm chair. Carefully she takes a manicured hand and picks up a strawberry from the fruit platter. Her cherry red lips wrap around the berry, and she hums in delight. Your hands, which are still on Wanda’s arms, tighten as you watch Natasha. She pats your arms with her hands, and releases you.

“Let’s get the paperwork together, and then we’ll get you settled.” Natasha sets the leaf of the strawberry on a napkin. Before sitting back in the chair. Her arms resting lazily on the arm rests, as she looks at you. Meanwhile you have a death grip on your thighs. Wanda holds up the signed NDA, making it clear to her wife that your lips were legally sealed. Natasha nods her head with a smile.

“So Y/N, how does it feel to be free of grandpa Steve?” Wanda stands,  and passes by Natasha. Wanda ran a love hand up Natasha’s extended arm. You stare at Natasha, convinced that your face is the color of a cherry tomato. Her eyes clearly amused at your flustered state.

“Well, I don’t think I’m going to have to teach either of you how to work Excel. So it’s definitely a step up.” You mutter.

Natasha lets out a low chuckle. She is the picture of ease sitting in her chair. Her confidence radiates off of her, and part of you feels a bit envious.

“You’re right, Wands,” she says before taking a sip of her own coffee, “she is funny,” Wanda hums in response, as she carries another stack of documents over to you. She sits down next to you. Your legs brushing up against each other lightly. To your surprise it’s Natasha who speaks next. Your eyes lifting to meet her green orbs. Her features have gone completely neutral. So different from the playful woman who sat before you just moments before. Wanda lays the contract on the coffee table at your knees.

“Read the contact over, carefully,” Natasha waits for you to nod your head before continuing, “Your salary, living arrangements, days off, are your decision. However, I will not pay you over $150,000 a year, and you cannot take more than 3 months off a year. Your choice of apartment must be within two blocks of Wanda and I.” Natasha’s voice hangs heavy in the air. Has the room always been this humid?

You think you’re going to be sick from the rush of adrenalin. $150,000 a year and moving? You were barely making $40,000 in your current position, and your lease wasn’t up for another six months. Wanda notices the shift in your body language, and places a gentle hand on your back. Her thumb rubs circles into a knot in your lower back, and you fight the urge to squirm under her touch.

“Read it over, dear,” Wanda’s voice is soft in your ears, and obediently you pick up the contract.

This agreement establishes The Terms of Employment between the following parties:

Wanda Maximoff-Romanov and Natasha Romanov (Referred to as Party 1)

And

Y/N   Y/L/N (Referred to as Party 2)

Party 2 is herein referred to as a “The Assistant’’ and is set forth to be available to Party 1 on a 24 hour; 365 day basis.

The parties hereby agree to the following provisions as the terms and conditions of The Assistants Employment :

The Assistant must live within walking distance of Party 1’s home apartment;

Party 1 is to help The Assistant settle into her live quarters under the terms  of the contract;

Neither party may discuss the contents of the contract with any unapproved persons;

The Assistant is to keep all personal matters which involve Party 1 confidential unless Party 1 approves of the individual ;

Clothing

Food

Material Indulgences

Affection

Open Communication

You continue to flip through the Agreement, digesting that you will have to move in order to fill this position. What will your father think? You wonder briefly before you remind yourself that if your father wanted to have an opinion on your life then he would have to be an active participant. Rather than a judgmental asshole who swoops in to kick you when you’re already down. The reminder of his very existence has you grappling for a pen.

“Where do I sign?” You say with an air of confidence looking up at Natasha. Her red lips pull into a smirk. Her eyes darken, and she leans forward in her seat. Her elbow resting on her knee, and a hand holding her face. Wanda's thumb stills on your back, fingers tightening. You fight the urge to lean further back into her touch.

“Last page, sweetheart,” Natasha’s tone is warm, and you feel your insides fuel with excitement  as you sign your name above the dotted line. The details could be sorted through later. Right now, all you could think about was the thrill you felt under Natasha’s gaze, and Wanda’s hand on your back.

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The Compromise VII

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.

PAIRING.

Dark!CEO!Steve Rogers x Reader.

SUMMARY.

Love. What is love?

Maybe a lie by omission to protect someone we care about? Or, the celebration of a wedding, reuniting two people together for life? Perhaps, an emotion that bothers you deep down by seeing someone disappear behind the fakness of their smile?

Love is complex. And it can be manipulated into a fucking nightmare by the worst man on Earth.

A/N.

Political Relationship/Marriage? AU. Dark AU.

This is DARK. ANGST. Sorry for the end...😅

Here it is, the seventh (woah 🤯) part of The Compromise Series. I still love writing this story! Even though I write it very slow... A little surprise at the end. I already know what my next long series will be about...As always, thank you very much for reading! Don’t hesitate to leave your thoughts, comments, and feedback.

P.S: Gifs aren’t mine, credits to the owners and makers.

A lots of Love! Lex!xx 💕💕

WORDS.3642ish.

Steve Rogers was a happy man. Christ, the man didn't touch the ground. He had everything he desired. He was about to merge his company with one of the richest of the country making him the head of the largest technology and research industry. And, with his already competent communication, entertainment and renewable energy department, Steve Rogers would become the most powerful man in the country maybe the world. Having the responsibility of bringing, creating, and selling everything from the newest high-tech computer to electric cars while owning one of the biggest entertainment conglomerate corporations. Nothing could stop him. No one could say no to him anymore. Steve would be now considered one of the living Devil of New York City. Powerful, wealthy, and affluent. Joining the likes of Jeff Bezos, Bill Gates, and also the late John D. Rockefeller. Intelligent. Philanthropist. Fiendish.   Yes, Steve Rogers had everything he desired and wanted. And now, all was well. Almost. Steve knew he had to make some concessions to gain in this political and business game. Even when he didn't like the outcome, he had to play the part. And by agreeing to make you his wife, the blond-man thought that it was the small price to pay.   Lying to you about his feelings with pretty words, manipulating you by moving your furniture out of your apartment, chasing you down to your hometown and forcing your hand by meeting your parents were actions that he was willing to do. He was ready to anything for you to sign, quickly. Gaslighting you with love wasn't an issue for him. Steve didn't believe in love but he knew you would. And, blending these petty feelings with some kernel of truth will do the trick. However, things weren't right. Since you came back from your parent's house and disappeared for the entire afternoon and a good portion of the night, you came back, changed. Different. The CEO of the most important company in the United State didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing.

" I can't wait for you to see my dress. My mom cried yesterday and today when she saw me. You should have seen her face, pure happiness. It makes me so happy to see her happy. She's so emotional, I don't know if it's a wedding or being here in the big city. She's not used to the noise, people, and, let's be honest, the filth. My dad is quieter. But I know he's coming around to the idea of the wedding. He's a good man. I can't wait for him to see me in this magnificent dress. Oh, Steve, I hope the cost won't be a problem for you. Let me remind you that you were the one who told me to buy anything I want. Besides,…"

You were a constant chatterbox. Positive, making light of everything about the wedding, the living arrangement, your resignation from the company. Gone was the woman who put out a fight even weak for defending what she believed in. There was no more questioning but only agreeing with anything Steve said. Like his word was law and you obeyed them like a good wife. Seating on the barstool at the kitchen counter, the blond-man watched you cleaning the dishes of your last dinner together. In two days, you will be a married couple, then Steve would go to Oslo and when he came back Tony would officially step out of his company to let the merging begin. Nothing would be the same. But it was already, not the same. Watching you, talking without listening, the blond-man focused his eyes on your frame. Harsh lines had begun to appear under your eyes since you came back, and he had also remarked your considerate weight loss. Having been brought up in the high society of the Upper East Side, Steve knew women could lose weight during a stressful time like their weddings but even though he hated to admit this to himself, deep down, Steve Rogers knew you. A wedding, even a small one, to someone who was a persistent ass to you wouldn't make you positively happy all the damn time. Maybe angry, resentful, or even sad.

" You wouldn't believe it. She had the same dress! " You exclaimed looking at him above your shoulders, eyes wide with mirth and surprise illuminating the  tired lines of your face. You turned your head away to rinse the last bowl. " Don't worry, they both keeping it. I think…" " Y/N. " Steve interrupted you, putting his hands on the cold marble table in front of him. " What? " You turned your body to lean against the sink, a small smile appeared on your lips. " I don't want you to go to your parent's hotel tomorrow. " The blond-man ordered you, frowning his deep blue eyes , looking closely at your face. " Why? " You inquired, puzzled by his demand, shaking your head slightly. " My mom had organized something special for me and her. She told me she wanted me there. Besides, you have your stag night tomorrow too. " You recalled, confused. " I know. " He answered simply crossing his fingers together on the table. " And I plan to enjoy myself as my last night of single man. But we both know that if I wanted to have sex with another woman now, during, or after the wedding I would. "

Biting your lower lips, Steve watched you drop your eyes to the kitchen floor, your hands started to shake next to you. You balled them into fists before crossing your arms on your chest.  

" What I don't want to, his you going to your mom…thing. " He continued calmly his eyes were bright under the halo of the light of the room. " You would stay and sleep here while I will probably fuck a stripper. The next morning I will send a car to drive you to the ceremony and in an hour we will be married. " Steve explained, leaning his upper body above the counter, looking at you, your head still turned to the floor. " Is it clear? "

Waiting. Steve hold his breath waiting. It took less than a minute for you. But, for the man, it seems like forever.

" Alright. " You glanced up a small smile on your face. " I will tell mum tomorrow and I will stay in the night before the wedding. " You turned on your heels turning your back to him and started to arrange some pieces of utensils that were still wet on the racks.

There weren't many things that could shock Steve Rogers. He wasn't shocked to learn about Buck and Sam's sexual and dark experience with women. He wasn't shocked when he found out how his father treated his mother after she cheat on him. But right now he was stunned. With quick and graceful movement, Steve stood up from his chair and walked around the counter to stand behind you. His hand on your forearms, he forced you to face him, letting the plate you were holding shatter inside the sink. Startled you let out a small cry before raising your sight to meet his blue one.

" What's wrong with you. " Steve breathed out his face  inches away from yours. He raised his hands to take hold of your face inside large fingers. His gaze searching yours, his confusion was quickly turning into irritation. " W-What do you mean? " You replied, puzzled but with a faint smile on your lips, forcing your fears and demons away. " Where is the girl who would fight me or even try to coerce me to spend time with her mother? Where is your anger, Y/N? " Steve frowned, tilting his head back, forcing you to look him in the eyes. " I-I don't know what you mean. " You replied in a small and quiet voice, shaking your head slightly showing your confusion and trying really hard to not remembered. You blinked several time to held back your tears. No, later. " Don't lie to me. " The blond-man hissed, his voice low. " I-I stopped the pill. " You answered quickly, licking your lips, watching him , his grasps becoming loose on your cheeks. " Maybe that’s why my hormones are in…" " Wait what? " Steve took a step back, his arms dropping down. Anger became puzzlement. " You stopped it? " He asked scowling. " Yes. " You nodded your head, your fingers playing with your bracelet at your wrist. " When we came back from my parents, I finished the last pack and didn't go to the drugstore to buy a new one. " You confirmed, raising your shoulders slightly, waiting expectantly for his reaction a small smile on your lips.

Taking another step back , Steve turned around to face the bay windows. The light of New York's highest building blinked back at him. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Steve closed his eyes hard. For once, his mind was empty and not thanks to sex.

" And you didn't think of telling me this. " He whispered under his breath, biting his lower lip. " No, but that's what you wanted. " You said bemuse, looking at his tense back.   " Right? " " No. " Steve sighed opening his eyes and thrusting his hands through his hair.   " That was never what I wanted. " He murmured before leaving the open area of the kitchen and started to climb the staircase of the penthouse.

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Increasing the pression of the water to the maximum you walked back inside the large shower , pushing your back against the icy marble wall of the lavish cabin. Naked, you started to slowly drop to the floor, trembling slightly and waiting for the temperature of the room to heat up. Biting your lower lip, you glanced at the door, assuring yourself that it was closed shut through the fogginess that started to creep up on the glass and your teary eyes. Facing forward, and fully seated, you raised your legs, to hug your knees to your chest, crying quietly against your skin. It has been your routine for the past week and a half. Your only reprieve from the madness of your life. You sniffed putting your chin on your knees hugging your legs tighter. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think abo-…

" His or mine. What's the difference? " The bang of the door. The blinding light. No!

Closing your eyes, you started to rock your body, trying to calm your bursting emotions. Shame and deep sadness weigh heavy on your stomach. You let your tears fall on your cheeks, secretly hiding one of your profound secrets behind a close door, the shower stall rinsing away the evidence.

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Steve felt the bed tipped beneath him as you lied down. The blond man turned his back to you facing the large bay windows as you made yourself comfortable under the cold sheets. Lights from the city that never sleeps were pouring inside the room casting dark shadows on the bare walls. Sighing deeply, Steve didn't know what to do with what he felt for the woman next to him. He never felt so torn and confused by all these emotions. He despised that. All his life, he tried to ignore them or avoided any situations that might make him feel that way. But you were tearing apart every resolution, decision, and rule he had made for himself. Sighing deeply, Steve turned around, troubled by the lights of the others Manhattan's skyscrapers to face the wall. Only to meet your gaze watching him, expectantly. Everything, since you came back from your hometown, had changed. You looked the same but you weren't you anymore. And Steve's observation was confirmed once again as you reached for him across the bed, a small smile curving on your lips, your eyes twinkled with the light coming from the windows. Your hand landed on his white shirt. Your fingers started to gently stroke his tone chest above the soft fabric. Steve rolled his eyes, trying not to react to your touch. But his body wasn't align with his mind as his cock started to get hard inside his boxer brief. For Christ's Sake! Taking your wrist in a swift motion of his fingers, he pushed your hand aside, shaking his head.

" Not tonight. " The blond - man closed his eyes breathing deeply and moved to lie on his back. His voice echoed inside the darkroom casting a cold atmosphere between you. " Tell me what I need to do. " Your voice sounded small to his ears, feeble and uncertain.

Steve turned his head to the side to look at you. You bite your lower lips waiting for his order. Your desire to please him was the only emotion that could suppress any distress and hurt you were feeling. Sex with Steve Rogers could make your mind empty of any thought. How ironic.

" I want my old Y/N back. " " To fuck me when I cry?  " You stated smirking and casting your eyes down on your hands resting on the mattress. " There she is. " Steve faintly smiled before resting his head down on his pillow, closing his eyes.  

You turned your back to him, crossing your arms on your chest, feeling hopeless.

" Goodnight Steve. "

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Your dress was heavy and a little bit loose on the back. You caught your mom several times looking at the little space, frowning. She already tried to coerce you to eat during the dinner but you couldn't eat anything. All your energy since the start of the day was focused on avoiding that man. You wouldn't be able to contain your emotion if your eyes meet his cold ones. Especially the day of your wedding.

" Everything was lovely, Y/N. " Pepper, Tony's wife, smiled at you sipping her glass of champagne. " The ceremony, your dress, this venue. " She sighed looking around her at the priceless and numerous painting display on the walls of the room. " I can't believe you succeeded to snatch a date at The Frick and on short notice. " She beamed, visibly impressed. " I had a lot of luck. " You smiles tightly, feeling your limbs growing heavy with exhaustion.

The day had been long. Between avoiding someone, trying to calm yourself and your parents while monitoring that everything goes smoothly, the ceremony, the photos, the food…

" She's so modest. " An arm slowly encircle you from behind, gently pushing your body against a firm chest.  

And Steve.

" But before accepting to be my lovely wife, Y/N was my very competent assistant. She knows all the important people of New York. " The blond-man continued pushing his head above yours, his fingers stroking gently your stomach.

You smiled tilting your face to look at him adoringly. Pepper's smile grew on her face as Steve put asoft kiss on your lips. Giving you privacy, the blond woman walked back toward the tables where people were installed. Some were strolling around looking at the painting, others were still eating, seating at the tables expensively decorated for the occasion. A few were watching you. The happy couple who a couple hours ago, said I do's. Pushing your lips firmly against his own, you tried to deepen the kiss however he moved his face away nuzzling your nose with his before leaning his face up. You felt the coldness creeping inside your core as Steve's looked away to meet the gaze of the new person coming your way. Even though an unspoken agreement passed between you to act "crazy in love" when people were around you, the weird, cold and odd tension that crept between you since the night you told him about your pill didn't pass. No, it increased changing your already strange relationship into a co-existing partnership.

" Kent! " Steve nodded at the man stopping in front of you, he shook the hand of the tall, dark-haired whose amused blue eyes was turned towards you. You smiled at him despite your true desire to hide far away from here. " Rogers. " The man nodded smiling at you. 

Something was off with him. Something with his eyes bugged you and made you feel at ease.

" How an ugly face like you, made this woman accept to spend the rest of her life with you? " He inquired, dubious, frowning slightly. " With love. " Steve shrugged, he slightly and slowly put his body in front of yours, eyeing the man with irritation. " When did you arrive? " " A few minutes ago, I'm standing in for my father. " The dark-haired man explained, pushing his hands inside the pockets of his smart suit. " Daddy dearest sends his apology but being a Duke is more important than attending a small reception in the capital of the world. " He slowly smiled. " You're a Duke? " You asked dubious,  curiosity picking your interest. " I'm Clark. " Was his only answer tilting his head to the side to look at you behind Steve's imposing frame. " And you must be the lovely bride that my dear best friend hide from his own friend group. " " Y/N. " You smile faintly, still feeling uncomfortable by his gaze.

You were not surprised by his presence. You didn't knew half of the people that were invited to your wedding. Steve Sr's assistant had handled the invitation for the Rogers family. And as you promised yourself to stay away from this man, you found yourself in this peculiar position to smile and act in front of people who were so rich and elegant that their last names were plastered on the oldest and most important buildings on the East Coast. But a Duke's son? Steve tilted his body to the side almost hiding you from the sight of Clark who only laugh in front of his friend behavior.

" Come on, now, Steve. You used to share. " " Not. My. Wife. " The blond-man enunciated through gritted teeth.  

You felt warmth blossom inside your heart. Wife. You were his wife now. Not his assistant, not just someone with who he spent his nights. But his wife. Clark laughed once again. The sound boomed inside the room making several heads turn your way.

" Marriage does change a man, after all. " The dark-haired man chuckled, his blue eyes were illuminated with the soft warm spots of the room, delight and amuse. " Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to make a toast. " A loud grave voice announced above the many conversations.

Your back grew rigid and your bones chilled with fear.

" See you in Oslo, Rogers. " Clark said to his friend but winked at you before stepping back toward the tables.

You turned your face toward the man whose only presence repulse you only to meet the same shade of blue eyesight that winked at you a couple of seconds ago. Is it possible?

" S-Steve…? " You started to whisper only to be stop as your husband's fingers grasped your waist strongly.

A warning.

Your smile grew on your face as you tried not to flinch under the pain and the memories.

" Not now. Not here. " Steve murmured inside your ear, his sight turned toward his father standing, micro in hand before he put a soft kiss on your temple. " I would like to say a few words. " Steven Sr announced to the crowd, looking at everyone.

When his eyes landed on you, a small smile appeared at the corner of his lips before he turned his eyes away . You raised your hand to hug Steve close to your side, burying your cheek against his firm chest. Steve started to caress your as he feel you tremble beneath him. Frowning he looked down to watch you close your eyes briefly before setting them on his father who started his speech. A smile was painted on your face but in your eyes, Steve could see the despair and anguish.

"… was a special occasion. But unfortunately, the health of my wife prevented her to come and join us today. "

At the mention of his mom, Steve's eyes met his father's stare, cold like ice.

" However, as parents of our successful son, we are pleased to see him happy." The patriarch continued, a small smile tugging his lips. " Today, he chose to marry the woman he love, making me and my wife proud. " He nodded then turned his cold eyes toward you. " Y/N, " his smile grew on his lips, his voice softer. " We are also happy that from today you joined our family assuring the Rogers name a bright and long future ahead. " He added tilting his head towards you.

A tight lip smile appeared on your mouth while you pressed your body against Steve.

" Our ancestor came in power when this country was only land, savages, and gold. " Steven went on, his gaze traveling on every face in the room. " We made this country, we took control, rein in and develop this country. The Rogers family comes to power from nothing and through, coal, mines, gold, train, the newspaper then television, production, technological development, and resources, we made the United States of America. We are the United Stated of America. " He smiled with conviction, purpose, and determination before raising his glass. " So everyone, please, join me and raise your glass to the couple who  promise themselves to each other today. To our family, the Rogers, powerful in the past, present, and future. To America, who have always been great and strong. " He finished off, branding his glass of brandy above his head, content and all smile.

You saw Steve's father animated with passion and devotion for his words. Light brightening his eyes, his face flush with vigor and enthusiasm, pleased by the applause of his public. Steve and you joined him raising your glasses of champagne. But before you could take a sip as everyone else, you saw the expression on Steve Sr face.  The old man hadn't finished ruining your life. 

" And of course, congratulations to the couple. " The patriarch added, his voice still loud even though the clap of your guests died down. " To the new addition to our family! Make us proud with son! " He cried out before tipping down the content of his glass in his mouth, tipping his head back.

Fuck!

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My Father's daughter pt 3

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Summary: Back at the Tower, Y/n has a talk with Pepper.

a/n: ohhh another part finished!! some new characters will be revealed next part and i’m so great full for @social-media-imagines-by-me fir helping me create them💕💕

You were furious.

You stormed into your room and slammed the door, finding satisfaction in the loud bang it produced. You then ripped through your drawers and closet, pulling on some work out clothes and some gloves. You then marched out of the room, slamming the door again, startling Sam and Bucky who happened to be passing by.

"Geez kid, slam it a little harder I don't think it fell off the hinges yet." Sam jokes, but you were in no joking mood so you swirled around with fire in your eyes.

"You okay doll?" Bucky softly asks, pushing a frightened Sam to the side. You sigh, knowing it's not fair to take out your anger on them.

"Sorry Sam, it's just...my biological mom is here and wants me to move in with her."

"Oh..." Bucky says, not good with things like this, " Do you want me to like...kill her or..."

"NO" You laugh, " It's just I haven't seen her in nine years and she has the audacity to come up here like it's nothing?!"

Your anger returns, " She thinks that just because she pushed me out of her vagina"

The two men cringe at the words

"That she can just claim me? That's not how it works!" You shout, " And, she brought her fucking husband. The man she left us for! Who does that?!"

Bucky looks at Sam, mentally asking him what they should do. Sam just rolls his eyes and turns back to you.

"Come on kid, it looks like you wanna punch something."

and with that he lead you to the training room where Steve was training with Peter.

"Come on queens, you gotta stay on your feet" Steve k=jokes as he, again, trips Peter.

"Mr. Rogers, do you think we should take a break?" Peter pants.

You stride pass them, not bothering to say hi. They look at Sam and Bucky for an explanation and just get a shake of the head.

"Hey Y/n that's my punching" Steve started to say when he saw you throw a hard punch to the bag, "Nevermind..."

You ignore the group behind you, opting to pummel the poor punching bag in front of you.

Your mind flashes back to your mother and her words.

"A girl needs her mother"

*punch*

"Oh petal I wanted to call"

*punch* *punch*

"Come to Gotham. Meet your siblings!"

*BANG*

You look down to see the punching bag flew off the hook and is spilling sand on the floor. You were confused, as you knew you weren't strong enough to do that, not even when you were angry.

"Wow, I guess Cap didn't secure that hook again."

You jump, not expecting someone to be there, as you heard Sam, Bucky, Steve, and Peter leave. You turn to see Pepper there looking at the bag in surprise. You sigh, stepping away from the mess and taking off your gloves. You make your way to the bench and take a swig of water.

"Did you need something Pep?" You ask, avoiding eye contact.

"Well, i was just wondering if my kid was okay. But given the fact that you punched that bag like it would restore your honor.."

You knew you shouldn't have showed her Avatar.

"I'm assuming your not." She finishes.

You give her a half smile, looking down at your hands.

"Y/n" She says, " Talk to me."

You finally speak, "Why now?"

Pepper frowns, understanding that small phrase, ' I don't know."

"She's not my mother." You state, " She...she might have been once but now?"

Pepper nods," I love you."

You smile, the words reassuring you, " I love you too Pep."

"Come on, your messing up your manicure." She says with a smile, standing and extending a hand towards you. You feel your demnor soften and your mood lighten. Pepper always managed to make you feel better.

"Yeah okay..thanks." You say, taking her hand and letting her pull you from the bench, " Are you hungry? Cause I am>"

"Y/n we just ate!"

"Like an hour ago"

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Days went by and you hadn't heard a peep from Christine. It was like she went off to lick her wounds and just decided not to reach out again.

Which didn't bother you one bit.

But apparently the universe wanted to fuck with you because when you came home from a day out with Peter, there was your mother, Bruce Wayne, and all six million of her fucking kids sitting on the couch.

"What the fuck?" You say causing the attention to turn to you.

"Language" Peter says, You smile softly at him before then turning to glare at Tony.

"Don't look at me, it was your moth-uh Peppers idea." Tony stumbled, looking rather uncomfortable sharing a drink with the man that his...wife? girlfriend?... whatever she was left him for.

"Pep what?" You asking, softening your glare because you'd be damned if you disrespected her.

"I just think it'd be best if we clear the air and get everything out on the table." Pepper said in that tone she uses when she's dealing with difficult people or the press. You called it her CEO tone.

"Now, go take your bags upstairs and wash up. And I'll pretend that you aren't an hour late"

"It was Peter's idea..." You mumbled and walking to the stairs that lead to the bed rooms.

"It was not!" Peter shouts following you to the rooms to help with the bags.

Christine watched as her daughter walked out of the room, playfully arguing with Peter. It was as if she were a whole different person, carefree and playful. Totally different from when she was glaring and stiff when talking to her. It broke her heart hearing Tony refer to Pepper as her Mother rather than Christine. But what did she expect?

Damian scoffed catching her attention, "Mother I do not see why you've dragged us here, that girl didn't even acknowledge us."

"Damian, enough" Bruce said, not looking away from his awkward conversation with Tony.

"Gee if only I could do that with our kids." Tony mutters into his drink.

"Does Y/n argue often?" Bruce asks trying to engage in conversation.

Tony laughs before fondly speaking, " Sort of. She isn't the type to back down when she thinks something is right. There was this one time I caught her arguing with one of my business partners about his "condescending tone and misogynistic attitude"."

""And did she apologize after?"

"Hell no. She glared at me and told me apologizing just for his ego would be demeaning her experiences as a woman. Although to be fair he was an asshole."

Bruce chuckles, " She sounds like a well rounded young woman. How old was she then?"

"Ah about 10, it was funny seeing this little girl argue in a Justin Bieber shirt argue about the patriarchy with a full grown man."

Bruce and Tony shared a laugh, picturing the scene.

"You must be very proud of her." Bruce mentions after they quieted down. Tony let a small smile escape.

" I am. She's had a rough life, and I..." Tony trails off, " She means everything to me. Without her...I don't think I'd be the same person I am today."

And with that, Tony downed his drink and stood, " Want another?"

Bruce smiled and accepted, watching Tony leave. He can tell that the man was close to his daughter. A bond that formed due to a loss, they both grew from it and grew closer. He understood, thinking about his own children.

Pepper and Christine were having a somewhat similar conversation, although it was a little more tense.

"So...Pepper-"

"Virginia." Pepper said, cutting her off.

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Virginia. Pepper is a nickname my family calls me."

"Oh. Okay, Virginia, how long have you known Y/n and Tony?"

"Oh about nine or so years. I was promoted to assistant when I saw how much of a mess Tony was." Pepper said casually.

Dick and Jason tensed, overhearing the tense conversation between the two mothers. But before Dick could interrupt Jason sat him back down.

"I wanna see what happens."

Christine continued, " And when did you become a..more permanent around the house?"

"When I saw that Y/n the one taking care of Tony." Pepper said in a serious tone, "She was the one making sure he didn't choke on his vomit and eating cereal as his flings walked out the room. Then he got kidnapped...and y/n was alone. So I made sure she’d never be alone again.”

Christine heart sank. She knew about the whole kidnapping thing. Why she didn't step in, she doesn't know. It's just another thing she regrets to this day.

Before Pepper could continue, she heard two sets of footsteps and voices

"All I'm saying is, if he looks at me funny, I'm fighting him and that's that."

"Yeah maybe not the best impression on..." Peter cuts off when they reach the living room. Eyes again on the two of you.

"Let's get this over with." You muttered, saying bye to Peter and making way over to the couch to sit next to Pepper.

"Y/n!" Christine says happily, " I'm glad you're here. We brought you something!"

She pulls out a box and she carefully hands it over to you.

You look at it suspiciously before getting a nudge from Pepper.

"Thank you." You grit out. Earning a glare from Damian and Cassandra.

You open the box to see...cupcakes.

"They're the peanut butter strawberry cupcakes you used to like. Remember? I used to bring them when I came to see you." Christine says, trying to bring up good memories.

You frown and close the box, " I'm allergic to strawberries."

Lie.

Pepper casts a glance towards you, "They look lovely, let me take them into the kitchen, I'll check on dinner."

And with that she takes the box and leaves into the kitchen. Leaving you and Tony alone.

"So...Stark" Damian started fixing his gaze on you.

"Yes, Wayne?" You said, matching his energy.

"What exactly is it you want from my mother?" He asks, earning a groan from his older brothers.

"Well, I'd appreciate it if she left me alone." You say with a straight face.

Christine frowns but before she says something Damian speaks up again.

"Tt, all this drama for the likes of you? It's honestly disappointing" He drawls, trying to get under your skin.

"Damian!" Christine scolded.

"Well, I apologize for not meeting your standards. I'd try harder if I cared what a toddler thought of me."

Jason let out a surprised chuckle while the rest of the family looked on in shock. Tony just rolled his eyes.

"I do not understand why Mother insists on rekindling her relationship with you. You obviously weren't worth the effort the first time around." He spits, causing the rest of the family to gasp.

You however, just laugh, " When you figure it out, let me know. It's probably the same reason she puts up with you."

Damian glares, about to start in again when Jason cuts him off " Shut up Demon. She got you man."

"Tt"

"I'm Jason, and anyone who can out that brat in check is good in my book." He says sending you a smirk.

You smile back, " I'm friends with Loki and Wade Wilson, I'm hardly affected by anything anymore." Your dad rolls his eyes again, he’s not exactly enthusiastic about your choice in friends.

You like this one. Probably the one you're gonna be able to stand in this family.

"Don't hog her Jason!" Dick shouts pushing him away before turning to smile at you, " Hi! I'm-"

"Dick Grayson. I know, you spilled your champagne on my dress a few years ago at a New Years gala." You say, still a little bitter about it.

"Oh. heh, right, sorry about that. Again." He says sheepishly.

You turn to Cassandra, " You're Cassandra. You and your friend cornered me in the bathroom."

Cassandra scowls and looks away.

Then you turned to Tim, " And you need to learn how to secure your fire walls better."

Tim looked at you confused, "Um excuse me?"

You smirked, " Just a suggestion. I assume you don't want people to know about your...bats in the attic?"

The whole family froze.

You knew? There was no way.

"Kid, are you hacking again?" Tony said exasperatedly, " You promised you'd stop after the last time."

"Hey it's not my fault Shuri didn't think about changing her password." You say defensively, “ and it’s not like you were complaining when you had me hack into SHEILDS databases”

“What was that!?” Pepper shouts from the kitchen.

“Heheh, nothing dear.” Tony shouts back then in a hushed voice scolds you, “ I gave you fifty bucks to keep that a secret.”

“I didn’t say what you had me retrieve.” You said smugly leaning back in your chair.

Bruce didn’t know how to feel.

On one hand, this teen that objectively hates his family, knows their biggest secret. She can singlehandedly destroy their family and expose them. And she has the means to.

But on the other, she’s a perfect fit for their family. She gets along with Jason, doesn’t let Damian get under her skin, and from the looks of it can definitely take care of herself. Only thing is, again, she hates his wife and by association, his family.

“I’m sorry, hacking? You know that’s illegal right?” Tim asks, still in shock that you got past his security systems.

You turn to him and in a bored tone replied , “Yeah? and?”

Tim stuttered for a bit before going quiet with a blush. It was adorable really.

You had to hold back a laugh, it was fun getting this stuffy family all riled up. Especially when you can see the disapproval in Christines face.

“Tony, you let our daughter participate in illegal activities??” Christine asks with a raised brow.

The table goes silent at the tone of her voice. Knowing that when she uses it someone is really in trouble.

But you roll your eyes because how are you supposed to know what that tone means?

“I let my daughter express herself in a ...healthy way. She knows her limits.” Tony replies cooly, taking a drink and looking back into the kitchen wondering where Pepper went.

”Obviously not. Tony she has no regard for the laws at all! You think i didn’t see the headlines last year?!”

Ah yes, last year you had a slight scandal where you may have punched a pap for trying to get a picture up your skirt but who wouldn’t?!

“ And you let her hang around criminals and terrorists?!”

You scoff, “ Oh please everyone in the Avengers was a criminal or terrorist at least once.”

“Not helping kid.” Tony says, “Christine, you and your family have no right to come into my home and judge my family. I’ve been civil. Hell maybe a little too much. Mainly because if I wasn’t, my wife—err Fiancée, would kill me.”

You snicker, earning a few glares.

“Look the point is, don’t tell me how to raise my daughter. Especially because I was doing it all alone.” Tony finishes with a sigh.

The table goes silent. You were getting tired of all the tense silences today.

“ Look.” You turn to Christine, “ I get that you probably feel guilty or something because you ditched me. And I appreciate that or whatever.”

You were not good at this.

“ But I don’t wanna live with you.”

Christine looks down sadly, “ Y/n I just...I just want to get to know you again. You’re my baby.”

Before you could answer you heard a crash come from the kitchen and smoke fill the rooms.

“ Pepper?!” You cough, “ Dad what’s happening?!”

“ I don’t know. Stay here” He says summoning his suit.

“FRIDAY?!” You shout, but not hearing the AI.

The Wayne’s all looked at each other in panic. They didn’t bring their suits, thinking it was just a dinner.

You turn to them and shout “ Come with me, and stay low!”

You start to lead them to the stair case, knowing that the rooms were relatively safe.

“Come on!” you yell when they don’t follow you.

Christine stands from her seat and makes to follow you before being stopped by Damian.

“Mother we cannot..”

“Damian, I’ve had about enough of you. Let’s go.” She says sternly and follows you. The rest of the family following behind as Bruce nudges Damian.

“ Come on son.”

“Father we don’t know where she’s leading us.” Damian says stubbornly.

“There’s nothing we can do right now.” he coughs.

The sounds of punching and the blasts come from the kitchen.

“Let’s go.”

They finally join the rest of the family. You have them crouched in the hallway.

“ This is James’ room. Dad had it modified just incase he was ever triggered into the Winter Solider again. No ones getting through this door when it’s locked.”

You usher them in.

“Come on Y/n” Christine says reaching a hand out to you.

You smirk, “ What? and miss all the action?”

You close the door and lock it before leaving. Laughing at their surprised faces.

The room is silent.

“ She’s awesome!” Jason says with a laugh.

#tony stark x daughter!reader #crossover #marvel x reader #avengers x teen!reader #poc reader #reader insert #marvel #tony is a good dad #tony stark x teen!reader #batfam x reader

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A Reason Why

This has to be the longest fic I've ever written! I'm a little nervous since this is different from what I usually write so I hope I did the request justice!

8,073 words

Request by @sunnydreams03 Hey I really like your work and I don’t know where to send a request lol. I wanted to see if you can write a ceo!steve rogers x reader where the reader is Steve’s assistant and they are having an affair (Steve is married). Steve keeps telling reader that he is going to divorce his wife and reader over hears him telling his wife that they are going to take a vacation. Reader not knowing it his last vacation before the divorce. Reader tells Steve she has had enough of his lies and that he has to chose between his wife or her and he still goes to the trip. When Steve comes back reader has quit her job and she finds out she is prego. Make it have a happy ending.

CEO!Steve Rogers

In all honesty, Y/N hadn’t expected her life to go this way. She never imagined herself to be the other woman. After all, her father had his own string of affairs that nearly tore her family apart and she had sworn to herself that she would never let herself be cheated on nor will she ever cheat.

In Y/N’s opinion, it was a despicable thing to cheat on the person you love. It was always a volitional choice. A person doesn’t just accidentally sleep with a coworker nor do they just accidentally fall in love with someone else. It was a choice that people considered and weighed. There were no accidents when it came to cheating, only mistakes.

Except, perhaps when the mistress involved didn’t know that the man she loved was married.

Then that was a different situation entirely.

Women, after all, tended to lift up other women. When they find out that the man they called boyfriend was being called husband by somebody else, they were usually quick to break things off and inform the wife of her husband’s infidelity. Usually being the operative term.

Because sometimes, women can be real assholes. Bold, brash assholes who consider only themselves.

Y/N always hated those types of women. As a feminist, she hated everything they represented. A woman putting another woman down? A woman holding up a man who’s ego is probably too big for his head? She couldn’t stand them.

Then she became one of them and somehow she understood.

To be honest, she hadn’t realized when it started. All she knew was that it didn’t start at the beginning because at the beginning, Steve was cold.

He was never disrespectful or tough, of course not. He was always polite to her, the perfect gentleman. He was just cold and detached, almost unfeeling.

Y/N understood why of course. Her father was a CEO of a Fortune 500 company, a direct rival of Steve’s and Y/N had seen firsthand what working in the cutthroat environment of the corporate world could do.

It was probably what drew her to him.

Steve was a powerful guy, that much was true. He knew the extent of his own abilities and it reached far and wide. Yet, Steve was always kind. There wasn’t single employee in the company—whether a manager, a security guard or even a janitor—who didn’t speak highly of him. He was tough, yes, but he took care of the people under him. He always looked out for the little guy. Steve worked hard to make sure that everyone got their Christmas bonuses and he worked even harder so that everyone could have two whole weeks off.

Y/N remembered that once, they had spent seven nights together poring over the books and making sure everything was in order because Carl from accounting had an appendectomy. And then Steve made sure that Y/N got home safe every night by having his personal chauffeur drive her home.

There were other times too.

Once, Steve had an important meeting with a potential supplier and had asked Y/N to come help him and make sure that the contents of the contract were in order since the supplier was German and Y/N was multilingual. When the supplier placed his hand on Y/N’s thigh cavalierly and Y/N was clearly uncomfortable, Steve stood up and put a stop to the meeting.

“Tell him we’ll find someone else,” Steve ordered while he buttoned up his suit jacket.

“What?” Y/N asked, bewildered as she followed her boss. She couldn’t stop the relief that sagged her shoulders as the man’s hands fell off her lap and Y/N knew by Steve’s narrowed eyes that he saw her actions, no matter how minuscule. “You want to drop him?”

“I do.”

“Why? He’s an important supplier, Steve. He’ll help bring expenses down by at least 40% if we bring him in.”

Steve turned to the supplier and said in perfect German, “I will never work with a despicable man who can’t show a woman respect. We’ll find someone else. I wish you a good day, Mr. Zola.”

And he’d walked out, with Y/N following suit.

Yes, Y/N was sure now. That is what first drew her in.

She thought it was just a harmless crush. After all, who wouldn’t have a crush on Mr. Steven Grant Rogers? He was every girl’s dream man.

With his tall stature, jacked built hidden behind his expensive suits, suave blonde hair, clear blue eyes and a jawline sharp enough to cut through steel, he would have made any girl lucky.

Not to mention the fact that he was nice, insanely charismatic and had one of the most beautiful smiles in the world.

He was just so… cold.

He was to Y/N at least.

Because Wanda, the HR manager and Y/N’s longtime friend, told Y/N that Steve was never cold, at least not to her.

“He’s really nice. I don’t understand why you think he’s cold,” Wanda remarked as she stirred the warm coffee in her hands.

“He never smiles at me, he always keeps his distance and even when he orders me around, it’s always so monotonous. Did I do something to offend him? Does he have plans to fire me?” Y/N bit at her lip. She’d been working for Steve for a little over a year and he’d never once told her that she was doing a good job and it was hard to guess at it too since Steve rarely smiled around her.

“I don’t think so.” Wanda sipped at her drink before she continued. “When I went over there with Bruce last week to talk about our new salary budget, he recommended you first for a raise.”

Y/N paused. “He wants to give me a raise?”

“Mm-hmm. He didn’t tell you?”

“No,” Y/N frowned. “Was I suppose to find out when I made payroll next week?”

“Maybe he wanted it to be a surprise.” Wanda shrugged her shoulders. “I wouldn’t put it past Steve to do something like that. Two years ago, he bought Scott a car for his bonus since he mentioned that he was still using the old van he had since his college days to come to work.”

“So he doesn’t want to fire me.”

“No,” Wanda laughed. “In fact, he gave you rave reviews for the employee evaluation. He said that you always gave it your 110%. Aside from Steve, you’re probably the only one of us who could run this company since you know the operations so well.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Y/N laughed breathily, a dusting of pink on her cheek from Wanda’s brazen compliments.

“By the way, are you going to Nat’s party tonight? It’s Clint’s birthday and we’re throwing him a surprise. Vis agreed to come. Maybe you can meet him this time.”

Vis was Wanda’s husband and Y/N had never met him once, which was odd all things considered. He often attended company functions to support his wife and yet when Y/N tries to introduce herself, something would come up or Vis would be anywhere else but near Wanda or Y/N. It became a running joke between her and Wanda that Vis turned into a ghost whenever she was around and simply walked through walls to avoid her.

“I was suppose to but then Steve asked me to stay late to go over the accounts for the Stark merger. We’ll make a night of it.” Y/N sighed. Late nights with Steve were becoming more and more frequent nowadays.

The day soon passed by and Y/N found herself in Steve’s office, looking over the contract for the Stark merger. Plates full of sushi were scattered around the table, the dinner that Steve had requested for the night.

Steve sat opposite from her, going through his own stack of papers. His suit jacket laid abandoned at the arm of the sleek, leather couch; the sleeves of his pristine, white dress shirt were pushed up his arms.

Y/N tried not stare but it was hard not to when he looked so good.

She felt suddenly under dressed next to him in her blue blouse and black pencil skirt. Her blazer laid abandoned next to her and she had her hair swept up and away from her face.

“What?” Steve asked, looking up from his papers as Y/N shoveled a piece of sushi in her mouth. “You’ve been staring at me for the past few minutes.”

Y/N felt a blush creep on her cheek as she drank a mouthful of water. “I wasn’t staring.”

Steve gave her a dubious look and Y/N could feel her neck heat up under his attention.

“Wanda told me that you recommended me for a raise,” Y/N said, carefully considering her words. Y/N always thought she was good at reading people but Steve was different. He always acted like there was a glass wall between them. He was kind and respectful but he wasn’t friendly. Y/N couldn’t ever build a rapport with Steve, no matter how hard she tried.

“I did. You do a good job, you’re a hard worker. Truth be told, you’re overqualified for a job as a corporate secretary. Giving you a raise is one of the ways I can keep you here, working for me.” Steve said it in a matter-of-fact tone, like he was simply commenting on the weather.

“So you do like me,” Y/N noted with a smug look.

“Did I ever gave you the impression that I didn’t?” Steve said, eyebrows raised.

Something told Y/N that Steve was starting to warm up to her so the next words out of her mouth wasn’t too careful. “Well, yeah. You never tell me that I do a good job and you never smile. I always felt like I was walking on eggshells around you.”

“You didn’t seem like the type of person who likes being praised for a job well done.”

“It’s still nice to hear it every once in a while.”

“Will that stop you from accepting the job offer from DC?”

This time, Y/N paused and frowned. “How did you know about that?”

The job offer she had from DC was something she hadn’t told anyone, not even Wanda. It was a higher paying job, better benefits and it was for a fashion magazine Y/N always dreamed of working in as a child.

She’d turned them down. Twice. It was a difficult decision but she was happy working for Steve. She couldn’t imagine leaving, especially not now that she’s placed down roots in New York.

Still, despite the rejection, it hadn’t stopped them from emailing her about it. An unopened email was still sitting in her inbox, awaiting her reply.

“They contacted Wanda. Asked how much we were paying you so they could double it.” Steve said, leaning against the black leather couch, the papers before them all but forgotten. “She took another shot at your resume and found that we were paying you too low. I just asked her to right your salary and then some.”

“Wow,” Y/N said, stunned. “Thank you.”

“It’s what should have been done in the first place.”

“Still. I didn’t ask for a raise. The money that I was earning was more than enough to keep up with my lifestyle and I was satisfied with it. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to. You and I both know that this place only runs smoothly because of you.”

The compliment warmed her, shooting itself down to her core. This was probably the nicest thing Steve has ever said to her.

“As for the not smiling thing,” Steve continued, oblivious to the giddiness that threatened to show itself from Y/N. “I didn’t think I had to.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N said, cocking her head to the side.

“To everyone else in the building, I have to smile. Put up the walls that are needed to make people feel good and comfortable so they could get their jobs done. With you, I always felt like I didn’t have to do that. That I could drop the mask.” He met her eyes, staring so deep into her that Y/N had to hold her breath. A part of her was terrified that if she so much as breathed incorrectly, he’d look away from her and she couldn’t bare it.

Under the bright fluorescent lights of the office, Y/N saw that Steve’s blue eyes were marred with green, a tiny imperfection that made Y/N love his eyes even more.

His eyes flickered to her lips, a thoughtful look on his face as he did so and for one, insane moment, Y/N thought that Steve would kiss her.

Then Steve looked away, shattering their connection. The air sucked itself back in Y/N’s lungs as she looked at anywhere else but him. His wedding ring flashed under the light and a feeling of guilt dawned on her.

Steve was a married man. She shouldn’t have feelings like this for a married man. Not only that, he was her boss. Whatever relationship they could have had would have been inappropriate. He was her boss and she was an employee. She had to draw the line in the sand right now otherwise… Well, she didn’t know what she’d do.

After that night, Y/N made sure that everything that transpired between her and Steve was purely professional and for the next six months, nothing like that ever happened again. She’d chalked it up to several late nights in a row and that her lapse in judgement was simply because she had been tired.

She even managed to find herself a boyfriend and soon, her interaction with Steve became a distant memory.

And for the next six months, it seemed normal to call Steve a friend. Steve began confiding to her about the problems in his marriage, about his regrets marrying his wife when he was so young. He told her about the frequent arguments he had with her and how he liked to have late nights in the office because coming home late meant that he could avoid another, inevitable argument with his wife. He told her that if they didn’t argue about his job, it was about his desire to have kids while she didn’t.

“Why did you marry her then? If she didn’t want kids and you did?” Y/N asked him one night. Chinese takeout containers laid strewn around the table while the smell of brewing coffee filled the room.

Steve sighed from next to her. His tie was loose around his neck, his jacket abandoned in the opposite couch while his sleeves were pushed up his forearms. He was leaning against the amr of the chait while his legs rested on Y/N’s lap, his shoes abandoned on the floor. “Because she said she wanted them.”

“What made her change her mind?” Y/N asked, staring at Steve intently.

“I’m not sure. To be honest, I don’t think she ever did. I think she never wanted them in the first place and that she only said those things to marry me.”

“That’s horrible,” Y/N frowned. “I’m sorry. You haven’t thought about divorce?”

“I have. Just didn’t really think that was a good enough reason to leave.”

“Irreconcilable differences is a provision for a reason,” Y/N teased, slapping Steve’s calf jokingly.

Steve cracked a smile. “Who knows. Maybe one day, I’ll find my reason.”

And for a while, Y/N was happy and content.

Then she found her boyfriend in bed with another woman and it broke her.

And now, after a late night of what was suppose to be her poring over papers with Steve, she was sobbing in his arms, mascara dripping down her face as she blubbered about how stupid she was for falling for another guy even though the guy before this one hurt her too.

“Imagine! Two men in a row who cheated on me,” Y/N cried as Steve reached for a tissue and passed it to her.

He sat next to her on the catch, the stack of papers written in Russian that laid on the table were all but forgotten. His attention was fixed wholly on her, a look of concern on his face.

“This is my fault,” Y/N sniffled, dabbing at her eyes. “I did this. I keep falling for men who I know will just hurt me. Subliminally, it’s like I don’t want to be happy. I—“ the image of her boyfriend in bed with another woman intruded in her thoughts, bringing another stab in her heart. A fresh wave of tears came out as the feeling of despair clung to her.

Steve frowned and pulled her in a hug. He gripped at her shoulders, his head resting on her crown as he gave her soothing pats. The smell of his cologne enveloped her, briefly distracting her from her horrible thoughts. He smelled good. Her hands found themselves wrapped around his torso, clinging onto any human contact she could find. She just needed a hug right now and she didn’t care who it came from.

“This is not your fault,” Steve said gently as his hand circled her back. “None of this is your fault. He didn’t deserve you. You are one of the kindest, smartest and most beautiful woman I know. He knew that and he let you go. He’s the stupid one.”

Y/N pulled away, his words echoing in her ears. She searched his eyes for any hint of insincerity but found none. He looked at her, eyebrows knit, his breathing deep and heavy. Like he was breathing her in as much as he could. She probably looked like a mess right now but she couldn’t have guessed it with the way Steve looked at her, like she was something special.

She wasn’t sure who leaned in first.

All she knew was that they were kissing. Her hands found themselves in his hair, pulling her to him, closing as much of the gap between them as she could. His hands were on her back, at her neck, at her head, touching her everywhere he could, memorizing every crevice of her body like this was the last time he’d ever feel it and he wanted to savor the moment.

She also wasn’t sure who did what next. All she knew was that their clothes were on the floor and they weren’t going to stop. An asteroid could come crashing down on Earth and Y/N wouldn’t have let go of him.

She knew she shouldn’t. The rational part of her told her to stop before things could go any further, before they’d do something they’d regret. But Y/N knew deep down that she would never regret anything when it came to Steve. He could pour gasoline on the whole world and all she would do was the pass the match and enjoy the light show.

Y/N was Eve and Steve was her forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden and she knew then that she would keep defying God if it meant she could continue tasting its sweetness.

She didn’t care who she’d hurt so long as she didn’t hurt Steve. She waited for him to tell her to stop but he didn’t and to Y/N, that was enough of an answer. There was no stopping, not on his end, and definitely not on hers.

By the time they were done, the sun was beginning to come up and Y/N wasn’t sure which way was up and which way was down. All she knew was that she did an irresponsible thing, one that she would likely pay for in the near future.

Rationality dawned on her then and after a long discussion with Steve about how this could never happen again and that this was a one time thing and that she would never be an office cliche by being the tempting secretary who seduced her boss and made her cheat on his wife and how they have to keep their relationship professional, she went home and took a long, cold shower.

But then they had another long night.

And another long night.

And another, even longer night.

And suddenly, Y/N found herself in a hotel room, naked beneath the duvet, her head resting on Steve’s chest while he absentmindedly played with her hair. Their first time felt like a faraway dream, especially since a year has passed since then.

The business conference they attended here in Germany had ended the day before and Steve and Y/N had decided to stay for a whole week, if only to have time to themselves.

The past few days had been some of the best days of Y/N’s life and she knew, deep down, that she wouldn’t enjoy herself as much as she did if Steve wasn’t around.

And that’s when it hit her.

She looked up at him, his name a whisper on her lips. “Steve?”

“Hmm?” His eyes shifted, focusing on her. She’d recently noticed that every time she spoke or walk into a room, his attention would shift and focus wholly on her and the only time he’d break away was when he had to.

“I think I love you.” There it was. Those three magic words. There was no going back now. Y/N thought the point of no return had been when they first had sex or maybe it was when they kept doing it over and over and over again but this. This had to be the point of no return. Because Y/N didn’t even want to take the words back, especially not when she saw Steve’s face as she said it.

“I love you too,” His eyes were soft, his breathing deep and relaxed, like the words brought him a sense of peace he didn’t have before. Then he said something else that shifted Y/N’s world into axis and snatched the air from her lungs. “You’re my reason.”

That gave her pause. His reason. She didn’t think he’d ever say it and she’d never asked. She was always so afraid that he would say no but hearing it come from him… It felt like she’d been holding her breath for a year and she could finally breathe. “You mean—“

“Yeah. I’m leaving her.” He said the words like it was easy as breathing for him. Like he’d thought about this for months and he’d come to the right conclusion. There was no hint of hesitation in his voice just solid clarity.

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” Y/N joked, a wry smile on her face. She wasn’t sure what to say. She was almost scared that if she expressed too much happiness, it would scare him off. But Steve never left her. Not when she was a blubbering mess, not when she was angry at nothing and not even when she cried in his arms after yet another inevitable fight with her dad. He stuck by her through everything, as though seeing all the horrible parts of her made him want to stay even more.

Steve cracked a smile. “Not all of them. Just the one.”

“Oh?”

“Mm-hmm. She’s kinda amazing, this girl. I wish I’d met her sooner. She’s funny, has the most amazing laugh I’d ever heard. She’s smart too. Did I ever tell you that this girl can speak more languages than I can count? She even graduated top of her class in Yale. She’s warm and caring and is easily one of the best people I’ve ever met.”

“Well, she sounds like a lucky girl.” Y/N grinned. Her heart felt just about ready to burst out of her skin.

“Not really. I have to say I’m the lucky one.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but she couldn’t stop her blush from rising. “You’re very cheesy, Steve.”

“Only to you,” he smiled, placing a kiss on her hair. “Where would you want our next business trip to be?”

Y/N thought for a minute before she replied. “I was thinking Paris. I’ve never been there before.”

“You speak French but you’ve never been to Paris before?”

“Well I speak Spanish and Italian and they’re very similar so it was an easy enough language to learn.”

“What I really want to know is why you’re not working for the UN with the number of languages you speak.”

Y/N grinned. “I’d make a horrible diplomat. Too temperamental. I might accidentally insult a person and start a civil war or something.”

Steve let out a laugh. “I can see that happening. Paris it is then. Someday, I’ll take you there. We’ll take walks along the Seine and drink coffee on little bistros. Buy pastries from a bakery and maybe even visit the Louvre.”

“You shouldn’t say those things to me. It’s filling my head with ideas,” Y/N couldn’t stop the outlandish grin on her face. Paris with Steve sounded like paradise. She could almost picture it, a faraway star that was close enough to pluck out of the sky.

Y/N wished she could stay that way forever. Warm and in Steve’s arms dreaming of dreams for the future.

But even when you were dreaming, you have to wake up.

So they went home and the illusion of a future together turned into smoke when Steve hadn’t broken things off after three months.

She had been patient. She didn’t pressure him, didn’t ask him to do anything he hadn’t already promised her. She didn’t even bring up his promise to her that he would leave her. She knew that what Steve would do was difficult and pressuring him into doing it even more when he wasn’t ready yet would just make an already difficult situation even more so.

But then he’d ask her to book her two flights to Moscow for him and his wife and suddenly, Y/N felt like a stupid, silly girl for listening to him. For putting her trust in him when it was clear that he was just playing with her feelings. She felt foolish and, even though they’d kept their illicit affair a secret, she felt humiliated.

“You’re going on vacation with her,” Y/N said. Her chest felt like a hole had been carved into it and her stomach had felt as though it had disappeared entirely, replaced by a cage full of restless birds fighting for release.

“It’s not what you think,” Steve sighed, running a hand through his face. “I—“

“You made a promise to me, Steve. Or did you forget?” She wanted to gobble the words up after Steve’s flash of hurt but there was no taking them back. They were already out in the open.

“That’s not fair, Y/N.”

“I know, Steve.” Y/N said, clearly frustrated. “I didn’t bring it up for three months. I didn’t talk about it. I didn’t ask you to do it. You offered. You were the one who told me that you were ending things and I didn’t pressure you to do it quickly because I knew that this was a hard thing for you to do. But now you’re going on vacation with her.”

“It’s one trip!”

“And then it’s going to be another. And another. And another until I’ll find myself five years from now, still sleeping with my married boss, sighing after you like some naive school girl. I’m not stupid, Steve. I told you once that I was never going to be the office cliche and I meant it. If you don’t have any intention of breaking things off your wife, you need to tell me. Because I am not going to spend the rest of my life as your mistress.”

Steve sighed, running his head through his hair. The blonde strands spiked up his head, sticking them out in odd angles. His elbows were propped up on his office table as Y/N stood before him and it was clear that Steve was getting tired. “I wasn’t lying and I didn’t forget about my promise to you. It’s one trip. Two weeks at most. Please, can you trust me?”

Y/N didn’t say anything. She simply sighed, and walked out of his office, grabbing her things in the process and descending down the nearly deserted building, hailing a taxi home.

Steve left the next day and Y/N didn’t so much as bid him a goodbye.

Y/N had simply gone to work and gone about her day.

With Steve gone, her time in the office was more relaxed, which was a good thing since she spent most of her morning in the bathroom, throwing her guts up.

Wanda found her like that, her head resting on the toilet, cold sweat glistening on her skin as another wave of nausea hit her and soon, she was throwing up what little food she ate last night.

“Are you okay?” Wanda asked, crouching next to her, pulling her hair back.

“I must have eaten something last night,” Y/N said, grabbing a wad of toilet paper and wiping her mouth before flushing the toilet.

“Are you sure?” Wanda asked, while she helped Y/N to her feet.

“What else could it be? It’s not like I’m—“

She paused, considering her next words.

When was the last time she’d gotten her period? She always had an irregular flow and she would drink birth control to help regulate it. The chances of her getting pregnant was slim to none. So she couldn’t possibly be pregnant, right?

“Stay here,” Wanda said, catching on to her drift. She quickly exited the bathroom, and entered moments after, a pregnancy test in her hand. She locked the door behind her before handing the test to Y/N.

“How did you buy a pregnancy test so fast?” Y/N frowned, taking the test from her friend.

“Vis and I have been trying. I was suppose to use it later today but you need it more than I do,” Wanda shrugged.

The five minutes that Y/N had to wait for the test was the longest five minutes of her life. And the minute it took for her to read the test was POSITIVE felt even longer.

“I don’t know if I should congratulate you or not,” Wanda said, taking the pregnancy from Y/N’s hand and wrapping it in wads of tissue paper before tossing it out.

“It has to be a false positive,” Y/N said shakily.

“It could be but pregnancy tests are 99% accurate.”

“I’m on birth control. I can’t be pregnant. We used condoms. We—“

Y/N felt her body start to feel numb and if it wasn’t for Wanda’s comforting hand on her shoulder, she would have collapsed into a sobbing mess right there and then.

“It’s Steve’s, isn’t it?” Her voice was low, almost soothing, like she was a mother comforting her child.

Y/N’s head snapped to Wanda, her eyebrow knitting together. “How did you know?”

“Steve had to tell me. Company policy. Before you get mad, he didn’t tell anyone else and I didn’t tell anyone else. We’re the only three people who know.”

Y/N sighed before she sunk to the floor, her back against the wall. Wanda sat next to her, taking her hand in hers. “You must think I’m really irresponsible.” She never envisioned her life going this way and now she was pregnant with no plan. She felt utterly alone and a feeling of devastation weighed her stomach down. What the hell was she going to do?

“To be honest, I thought it was about time,” Wanda reassured. She even said it with a slight shrug, as though being a mistress and pregnant was something that shouldn’t bring Y/N an iota of shame. “I’ve been working here a lot longer than you have, Y/N and I’ve seen Steve with his wife, Kate. That was an unhappy marriage if I ever saw one. He use to tell me he was looking for a reason to leave. I think he finally found it.”

“You don’t think I’m a horrible person? Other people in your place would have called me a whore by now.”

“I’m not other people. Steve loves you more than he ever loved his wife.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Y/N sniffled, wiping at her eyes.

“Maybe you don’t notice it but when you enter a room, he’s always the first person to look at you. Whenever you’re around, his smiles get even brighter and he never talks about his wife the way he talks about you. So, trust me when I say that Steve loves you more than he ever loved Kate.”

Y/N sat in silence, letting Wanda’s words sink in. Wanda’s hands felt warm around hers. A sense of comfort settled on her and the feeling of being utterly alone seemed to disappear. Having Wanda be there for her, even for just a moment, felt enough for now.

“If you want to get rid of it, I’d support that too. We can go to Planned Parenthood right now,” Wanda said, interrupting the silence. “It’s your choice.”

Y/N let out a wry chuckle. Despite everything, if there was one thing she was sure of, it was that she was not getting rid of her baby. “Uhm no. I think I want to keep it.”

“Okay,” Wanda said, a little relieved. It seemed, despite her words, the thought of aborting the child was a little too much for her. Still, Y/N appreciated the gesture. It’s not everyone who’d offer to take their friend to Planned Parenthood and hold their hand while they went through an abortion.

“So, what’s the plan?”

Y/N through about it for her a moment before she replied. “He’s not going to leave Kate. He made that clear when he went on vacation with her. Right now, I need to do right by me. Consider this my two weeks notice, Wands.”

Wanda frowned. “You’re leaving?”

“There’s an email on my laptop right now for a job offer in Paris. They said I could have the job if I take it in two weeks. It has good benefits, it’s almost double my current salary and it’s for an executive position. I was suppose to email them that I wasn’t interested but I think leaving is the right move for me right now.”

“What about Steve?”

“What about him?”

“You won’t tell him about the baby?”

Y/N sighed. Her thoughts were running a mile a minute and possibilities of the future haunted her. Steve’s face, his laugh, his smile would flash in her head. She pushed them as far away as she could.

Right now, Steve should be the last thing in her mind.

She should be thinking of her unborn child and herself, not the man who left her to be with his wife. But as hard as she tried, Steve always seemed to permeate her thoughts and right now, he was pleading with her to wait for him.

“Right now, I have to worry about myself, Wands. I should leave as soon as I can.”

“Okay,” Wanda nodded with a frown. “I’ll support you but, I want to let you know that I don’t think leaving is the best course of action.”

“It is for me.”

So before two weeks were over, Y/N was packed and was already in a plane to Paris. Another week passed and she was settled in her job and was looking for OB-GYNs that she could trust.

She couldn’t believe that only three weeks had passed since she left New York. Steve would probably have been back by now.

She tried not to think about him, at least not while she was at work. When Steve wedged himself in her mind, he dominated her space, filled up every single crevice he could find until there was no room left for anything else but him. It was always distracted and usually, wondering about him triggered a bout of morning sickness. Y/N would joked that it was probably her body’s way of purging Steve Rogers from her system. If her mind couldn’t get rid of him, then her body will.

But it was hard not to think about him when she was alone at night with no one to keep her company but her thoughts. She knew that Steve was probably back by now and had learned about her resignation in his absence. She wondered how he had reacted. Was he upset by her sudden departure? Or was he indifferent and apathetic? Did he go back to the cold man he once was?

She didn’t know the answer and even with Wanda checking up on her, she didn’t want to know. Steve was her past. There was no use getting upset over the past. You can only really let go.

And that’s what she did.

She let him go.

She sat outside a tiny cafe by the Seine, the wind whipping at her hair, the metallic smell of the river washing over her.

Coffee was the beverage she couldn’t quite let go of. She gladly gave up alcohol and tea. But coffee? Especially in France? She would have gone crazy.

Luckily, her doctor had advised her that she could still drink coffee, albeit in smaller quantities.

This was her first and only cup of coffee for the day so she relished its taste.

One of the best things about working in her new job was the flexibility of her schedule. So she spent a lot of her leisure time by herself in Parisian cafes, drinking coffee and eating pastries.

She took another, long sip of her coffee, staring ahead to the other side of embankment. Couples strolled around, holding hands and laughing at each other. Y/N felt a pang in her chest at the thought before swatting the feeling aside.

It did not do well to dwell on the past.

She took another sip of her coffee before taking a bite of the soft and buttery croissant. If there’s another thing she loved about Paris, it was the food.

Much to her chagrin, she heard the sound of the chair on the other side of the table scrape against the floor.

She felt just about ready to tell the person who had the audacity to approach her and sit on her table to go merde themselves and leave her alone but upon seeing who the man was, the words died on her lips.

Steve was dressed in a long black coat, its collar popped to protect his neck from the cold wind. His hair was coiffed in it’s usual style and a beard had began to grow on his face. He wasn’t wearing any of the suits Y/N was accustomed to seeing him in but was rather dressed in a style more suited for a man in France. He looked so relax before her that Y/N almost didn’t recognize him.

“I thought coffee was bad for the baby?” Steve said nonchalantly, like this was all so normal to him.

His words gave Y/N a pause. So he knows about the baby.

“It is if you drink too much,” Y/N said, her words measured and precise.

Steve blinked at her. It was her only hint that he was shocked at her words. “I’m surprise you didn’t deny being pregnant.”

“Wanda told you, didn’t she? She knew where to find me and she told you.” There was no malice in her words and she couldn’t even bring herself to be upset that Wanda had ratted her out. Her friend had done so much for her, had offered to fo even more. She couldn’t bring herself to be upset, especially not when she knew that Wanda only had her best interest at heart.

“Yeah. She did.” Steve leaned against the chair, the image of a perfectly relaxed god content to let his subjects rule in peace. The sunlight hit his face, highlighting his strong jawline and the yellowness of his hair.

He looked so good it almost hurt to look at him.

“Let me guess, you’re pissed that I ran off,” Y/N said, her voice still measured and precise.

To anybody walking in the street, it would have been hard to figure out that Y/N and Steve had a complicated history, especially when they presented themselves with such reverent peace that it was like watching two old friends catching up.

“I was, at first,” Steve nodded, the image of calmness. “I’m more upset over the fact that you didn’t have any plans to tell me that you’re carrying my kid.”

“Might not be yours,” Y/N shrugged. “I could have had other relationships.”

A look of hurt flashed in Steve’s blue eyes, cracking the carefully placed facade. Y/N almost wanted to take the words back but a part of her felt a sick feeling of satisfaction at see him hurt by her. After everything he’d done to her, the hurt he felt was little compared to the pain she felt at his hands.

“Well? Were there others?”

“No,” Y/N said, shaking her head. “Of the two of us, you were the only unfaithful one. I only ever had you.”

This time, Steve flinched at her words. The flash of hurt and pain lingered in his face and Y/N could feel her own facade start to break at the sight of it. She could be mean, yes, but she wasn’t cruel. She was saying these things to hurt Steve, to have him feel the same wretched feelings she felt while she cried in the bathroom with Wanda but Y/N still loved Steve and knowing that she was the source of his pain had thorns digging at Y/N’s heart.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N sighed, leaning on the table. “I’m being mean. I didn’t mean what I said.”

“I should be the one apologizing,” Steve said, leaning on the table as well. His previously relaxed position had abandoned him and he seemed to quiver with a restlessness that Y/N always saw when he was nervous about something. “I didn’t even explain why I went to that vacation.”

“Steve, it’s okay if you want to stay with Kate,” Y/N sighed reaching for his hand and gripping it in her own in reassurance. The words hurt to say but Steve didn’t owe her anything. They were two consenting adults and if one of them decided to pull out of their screwed up agreement, the other couldn’t force the other to stay.

“We’re divorced,” Steve said while he turned their hands and rubbed circles on her palm.

“Oh,” Y/N said feebly. Her mind blanked at his words. What was she suppose to say? That she was sorry? That she wish things ended between them differently? She couldn’t say those things, not when she was probably the reason why they ended things in the first place. “That was fast.” Was her only reply.

“It was time,” Steve explained. “I finalized the divorce before leaving to come here and look for you. I wanted to come here as soon as I heard you were gone but I owed Kate an explanation. That’s what the vacation was for. I told her that I’ve been having an affair and that I love you and that I wanted a divorce. She looked a little relieved to be honest. We both were. I don’t think she wanted to stay with me either.”

“I’m guessing the divorce was expensive,” as a millionaire on his way to becoming a billionaire, Y/N wouldn’t have been surprised if Steve had to pay millions in alimony.

“She didn’t ask for much. Just the house we were living in now. She said she wanted as little to do with me as possible and I agreed. I figured, with me staying here in Paris with you, it’s for the best that I gave it to her.”

Y/N gave a little start at his words. “What did you say?”

“I’ve always wanted to open a European division of the company. Now seems like a good place to start. I also intend to marry this amazing girl who’s more than qualified to help me run things as my COO. She would have known all these things if she’d stayed in New York and waited for me like I’d asked.” The look he gave her was pointed and a smirk quirked the side of his lips. He was enjoying this, seeing her squirm under his gaze.

“Well, this girl was pregnant. You can’t blame her for being a little irrational,” Y/N said, her brows knitted together. That still didn’t stop the smile that began to grew on her face at Steve’s words.

“You’re right. I can’t. She still hasn’t told me if she would marry me though,” Steve said. His thumb was still rubbing circles on Y/N’s palm and after three weeks without seeing him or hearing from him, the close contact had a little shiver of delight running down her spine.

“Well if that’s how you plan to propose to her, I don’t think she’ll say yes. I’d bet this girl wants to be proposed to the the old fashioned way and—“ she paused, the words dying on her lips at a sudden thought.

“Steve, you don’t have to marry me for the sake of the baby. They’ll be in your life. I won’t take that away from you or from them,” She frowned.

“What?” He pulled his hand away from her and the sudden loss of contact had her hand suddenly feeling cold.

The words that came out of her were quick, almost garbled with how rushed she sounded. “I don’t want you rushing into another marriage only for you to regret things towards the end. And I know you. You wouldn’t divorce me because we’d have a child together. You’d stay because of him or her or whatever the hell they’ll choose to identify as in the future. I want you to be happy, Steve. Even if that happiness isn’t with me. You deserve—“

“You don’t believe I’ll be happy with you?” Steve frowned.

“Yes. No. I don’t know,” Y/N sighed. She felt frustrated, like they were going around in circles. The uncertainty of her future, their futures, left an ugly, metallic taste in her mouth.

“The two years we were together has to be the best two years of my life,” Steve said sincerely, taking her hand in his again and planting a kiss on it. “As for the future, none of us knows what’ll happen. But all I know is that I want to spend them with you. I’ll face whatever uncertainty there is so long as I face it with you next to me.”

This time, Steve didn’t hesitate as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a red velvet box. He opened it and Y/N couldn’t stop the gasp that came out of her. The diamond was giant and blue and cut into a pretty princess cut with clusters of smaller white diamonds encircling around it while it was set in a band of gold.

It had to be the prettiest thing she’d ever seen.

“I saw it and I thought of you,” Steve said, almost shyly as he plucked it out of the box. “Do you remember when you confronted me about the Stark merger? You were wearing blue then. And that was when I realized that I couldn’t hope to keep you at arm’s length.”

Trust Steve Rogers to remember a completely small detail about her life.

“So, what will it be, Y/N? Will you marry me?”

This time, her answer was automatic. “Yes. I will.”

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Forever

*gif is not mine*

Note - this is for @buckyownsmylife 's 2k celebration and birthday. Congrats and happy birthday! I've never done a breeding kink so it's very new to me but I hope you like it.

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Summary - You've been in a secret relationship with Steve for two years. What happens when he tells you he wants to be with you forever?

Warnings - 18+ ONLY PLEASE, smut, breeding kink, sir kink, cum play, anal play, d/s relationship, deepthroating, boss/employee relationship, loosely edited.

Pairing - CEO!Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 2.6k

You watched him carefully, on the edge of your seat to see how he’d react, although you had a pretty good idea of what he’d say.

“Mm,” Steve made a face, scrunching his nose up, “What is this?”

“Why, it’s pumpkin spiced latte!” you gushed, “Starbucks most popular drink,” trying to hold in a giggle to not give away your little scheme of annoying him.

“I--that’s not my drink, doll,” he frowned.

“Yes! I remember, your drink is iced black coffee, no sugar or cream. I’ve been working for you for two years, sir, it'll be pretty hard to forget.”

“Then why did you get--whatever this is?” he put the cup on his desk, too disgusted to even hold it in his hand.

“I thought you’d like to try something new! Be a bit more adventurous!”

It’ll be pretty hard to get your sir to be anything like that. He has always been so uptight and set in his ways, he had a rigid routine, a clean and proper house which was frankly kinda boring looking which is why you refused to live with him. He had asked you so many times. But you always refused. There’s no way you could live in a house that looked like it was taken out of a magazine catalogue. Where you’d be afraid to even eat anything on or near his expensive and spotless furniture. You’d probably murder him in a month or so.

But maybe he can be more open to other possibilities, he was with you, he should adopt maybe a little bit of your personality as you had done his.

“I’ve got all the adventure right here,” he smiled, wrapping a hand around your waist and pulling you into him, putting his cheek on the softness of your stomach.

“Hm, your next meetings in thirty minutes,” you hummed as you felt his fingers massage your hips, tempted to run your hands through his golden hair but not wanting to mess it up or make him look sloppy for his important meeting.

“Well, princess, I didn’t have my coffee so now my days off to a bad start. How will I sit through a meeting with Tony Stark? It’s impossible to keep up with that man.

“Um...” you bit your lip, “I didn’t really think of that... maybe I’ll go run and get you a new one right now!”

He chuckled, shaking his head at your naiveté, you were too innocent for you own good, even after being with him and doing the most depraved of things for so long.

He leant back in his chair, spreading his legs, “There is a way you can make it up to me and help me clear my mind.”

You blinked for a moment trying to process his words, “Oh,” you let out when you realised what he meant. “I’m, but...”

“What?”

“My implants expired. I need to get a new one, I’ve got an appoint in two days and I don’t want to take a chance...” you trailed off. There was no way you’d make him come in a condom or anywhere that wasn’t inside you either. So sex was off the table.

“Doll, you need to use that brain of yours sometimes, I know you can, you’re so much more than a pretty face,” he taunted you.

His harsh words really shouldn’t make your panties wet, so much so that you could feel slick running down your thigh but they did.

“You act as if you’ve got just the one hole,” he gave you a faux pout, a hand trailing up your thigh, up your skirt and past your stockings, “I can just use your mouth

....or your ass.”

“What? My ass?” you jumped, wanting to get away from him but he firmly held onto your hip.

You were well aware of his unhealthy obsession with your ass. He had ate it and fingered it, made you wear all sorts and colors of butt plugs so many times, sometimes even in the office. But you absolutely refused to take his dick up your ass.

Nope. Never. Absolutely not. No. Nada.

No matter how many times he’d ask for it, you were not taking his nine inch dick up your poor small ass.

“Relax, doll,” he grinned, “Get to work. I don’t have much time,” he motioned to his bulge.

You simply nodded, quickly scrambling to get on your knees. There were many ways to have sex than the good ol' penis in vagina--even if that was your personal favorite. You could just blow him for the next couple of days and ride his face.

It was honestly ridiculous how you literally couldn’t go just two days without his dick.

You were using your hands to pump his throbbing shaft, giving light kitten licks to his tip to rile him up and to maybe get a taste of your favorite creamy goodies.

“No hands,” he commanded.

And you almost whined. He always does this! Ruins your fun by taking away control from you.

“Not fair!” you mumbled, putting your hands behind your back as he held onto your face to properly use it.

“I decide what’s fair and what’s not, princess,” he stated, pushing your head down on him.

Lifting his hips up, cooing when you choked on him, tears streaming down your face and ruining your sweet makeup.

He tutted, brushing them away with his thumb, “Look at me, doll,” he told you and like the subservient secretary that you were, you immediately looked up. “What the fuck do you spend thousands of dollars on Sephora for if you can’t even get waterproof makeup?”

You frowned in confusion because you didn’t he if he was seriously asking or not. Did he expect you to answer? With your mouth full of dick?”

It wasn’t surprising that he knew what you spent money on, he let you spend as much money as you wanted on anything you liked, but he insisted on having a joint account so you both could be transparent with each other.

He shushed you when you tried to speak--to explain that you’ll try a better mascara next time.

“You look so pretty with your face stuffed,” he groaned, his hips stuttering as he emptied his load in your mouth.

You swallowed it all, knowing well and good by now that sir didn’tlike it when you let anything go to waste, “Thank you, sir,” you smiled up at him as you popped his dick out of your mouth. “I’ll go clean up.”

“You go do that. And remember to be at my place at seven sharp for dinner.”

“Yes sir,” you answered as you tried to stand on wobbly legs.

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He looked at the ring in the turquoise blue box, so bright and shiny and beautiful, so much like you. A big diamond with smaller ones on the band. He was sure you’ll love it. With the fortune that he had spent on it--you have to.

He just wasn’t sure if you’d say yes.

Or how he should go about asking you.

He couldn’t do it at a public restaurant. Even after all this time your relationship was still very much a secret. If people found out you’d have to stop being his secretary. And he wasn’t sure he could bear going so many hours everyday without you. YOU were his life now. How did he ever even live without you?

“Guess who,” he smiled when he heard your sweet voice, and felt your soft hands over his eyes, closing the box in his hand on instinct.

“Oh my god!” you squealed, removing your hands and jumping up and down in mirth, “Is that Tiffany’s?! Is it for me!”

All the screeching and the screaming made him flinch, he got up from his chair, turning around to see you, “Who else would it be for, doll?”

You squealed again, clapping your hands, you tried to snatch it away from him but he held it away, making you frown. You whined like a petulant child when he held it above his head, too tall for you to get your hands on.

“Sir!” you stomped your foot.“Please give it to me! What is it?” you jumped, hoping to snatch but with Steve being over a foot taller than you, it proved to be difficult.

“Uh... honey, you’ll have to wait a bit...” he had planned on cooking a five course meal for you and asking over candle lights, but you decided to show up over an hour early.

You stopped your ministrations, your lip wobbling, “Why...”

He sighed, his heart breaking at the mere thought of upsetting you, “You just have to, princess. Do you trust me?”

You nodded without a second thought. You most definitely did.

“Then you’ll just have to wait.”

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“Oo sir...,” you moaned, pushing on his wide shoulders when you felt his tip brushing against your pussy lips, “Not on birth control. Remember? Just... um.. just.”

He released your nipple from his mouth with a loud, obscene pop, his elbows on either side of your face as he looked down at you, “Just what, princess?”

“Just... um... well could you just eat my pussy tonight? I was so good in the morning to you!” And you missed having his talented tongue on you. Even though you were pretty sure he made you pass out by eating you out just two days ago.

“Of course I can, princess, you know I love the way your cunt tastes.”

Your cheeks heated up as he moved you onto your stomach, propping your hops up with a pillow.

Shivers running down your spine as he pressed kisses to it with his soft lips, over your butt before biting it and making you gasp.

“Love how I can pull all those sounds out of you,” Steve mused. There was no way in hell he could ever be with anyone who wasn’t you. He looked up at your empty hands, how he should have out a ring on it ages ago. He can’t let you go.

He wanted to do this forever. To be with you forever. What was he even waiting for?

“I want to give you my name,” he blurted.

You looked back at him over your shoulder, meeting your lust blown dark eyes, “Huh?” you asked, not sure that you heard him right.

“Mrs Rogers. It has a nice ring to it don’t you think?”

“Um, yes, maybe,” you immediately pushed your head into your pillow, too shy to even look at his beautiful face.

You had thought about being Mrs Steve Rogers the moment you met him. You loved the idea of being his wife and bride. You liked practicing your signature with his name, write your name along with his whenever you wanted to doodle or pass time. He had caught you more than once but never mentioned it.

Since he didn’t even want to tell others about your relationship, you doubted he’d want that kind of life long commitment.

Which was okay. For now.

It sucked but you were never going to beg him or even ask him to marry you.

“Are you just teasing me? If so... then that’s very cruel.”

You knew he wouldn’t play with your feelings like that but then why would he bring that up out of nowhere?

“You know I never lie, sweetheart,” he said, spreading your cheeks to reveal your glistening cunt and your small hole to him. “In fact I think I should prove it to you. Pump you full of my come tonight and knock you up.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked back at him, stuttering over your words and gaping at him like a goldfish.

“What? Are you serious?”

“Hopefully I can we can conceive tonight itself.”

“I – uh – I don’t wanna be pregnant on my wedding day, I don’t want anyone thinking that it’s a shotgun wedding or that I’m trapping you,” you stammered.

“Then we can get married in a month, or even a week. I can’t wait anymore. I want a family with you, I want the whole world to know that you’re mine.” What better way to do that then to literally make you round with his child?

Before you he hadn’t really given having kids any thought. But now he knew he wanted to have a little you. He imagined having just one kid with you. He wasn’t too keen on sharing you so maybe one would be more than enough.

But he hadn’t thought about this aspect of it. The trying phase. How he'd get to keep you full of his cum till you got pregnant.

And how much more beautiful you’d look when you were round with his child, carrying his seed.

“Uh, okay,” you whispered you couldn’t really think straight, it was all happening so fast, but there was one thing you knew for sure--this was all that you ever wanted. To be married to the love of your life and to have his kids.

“What? You’ll have to speak up, doll.”

“Yes, sir, I want to have a baby with you. I want us to be married. Please make me yours,” your eyes watery as you bore yourself to him.

He smiled, moving up to press a kiss to your temple, “That’s all I needed to hear,” he promised.

Turning you to your back, “Wanna see your face when I come in your pussy, doll.” He told you.

Your face was heating up, with the way he was looking at you--as if you were the most precious thing he had ever seen, you couldn’t bear to keep facing him but decided to look into his eyes, dig your nails into his biceps as he entered your channel.

“You’re squeezing me so tight, doll, will make me come, ugh,” he groaned, pressing his forehead to yours once he was completely sheathed in you. He wrapped you up in his strong arms, slowly rocking into you.

“Steve,” you whimpered, “wanna come...”

“I got you, baby,” he hushed you, pecking your lips before being his hand down between your bodies to roll your bud, which had you squeezing him even tighter.

Your entire body quivered as you clenched around his length, gushing all over him. Laying limp in his arms as he started fucking into you.

“You’ll make such an amazing mother... your titts,” he looked down at them, bouncing due to the force of his hips driving into yours. He latched his lips onto a hardened nipple, imagining them fuller and heavier.

“They’ll be even bigger, your hips too...” he whispered against your skin, his nails digging into your skin, sure to leave scars.

“Oh... you’d... you’d...” Make good dad too. He had all the qualities it took to be a good father. And where he lacked you flourished.

You sighed, feeling his warm cum fill you up, he stayed inside you, a leg between and under yours as he laid on his side.

Wiggling his hips to make sure his softening cock was as deep as it could be, so his spend would stay inside you. He collected some that leaked out of your joined sexes with his fingers, bringing it up to your mouth, “Don’t let it go to waste, sweetheart.” As you eagerly sucked his fingers clean.

“Hopefully it takes,” he said, drawing random patterns on your stomach.

“Mhm, guess I can cancel my appointment...” you murmured before drifting off to sleep.

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You yawned widely, sitting up and stretching out all your limbs, aching so painfully since Steve was hell bent on keeping you full of his seed, you could still feel it seeping out of you, he made love to you three more times before he finally let you get some shut eye.

Something sparkly caught your eye, you looked in at your hand and the diamond on it. Smiling in awe at just how lucky you were.

“Wonder if it worked,” you said to yourself, rubbing hand over your tummy.

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Bite your tongue by @musingsinmoonlight

Mob boss!Bucky Barnes x female reader

The boy is mine by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader

*A hundred years from today by @jettia

Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Cosmic love by @barnesafterglow

noble!bucky x princess!reader

Got your chemicals all in my veins by @bonky-n-steeb

husband! bucky barnes x wife! reader

*Sweetest nectar by @navybrat817

Florist!Bucky Barnes x female reader

*This must be my dream by @lunarbuck

bestfriend'sbrother!Bucky x f!reader (any race)

Twisty by @musingsinmoonlight

Bucky Barnes x female reader

*Pretty little thing, pretty little peach by @angrythingstarlight

Chubby!Baker Bucky x Reader

The perfect place to sit by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy!Trainer Bucky x Plus size reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Knead to relax by @mjolnir-steve

Ari Levinson x fem!reader

Firefighter!Ari by @angrythingstarlight

Firefighter!Ari x Reader

It's about time by @xxindiglow

Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Afternoon delight by @sagechanoafterdark

Ari Levinson x Reader

Under the blue by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Park Ranger!Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Steven Grant ✨

To the rescue by @ofstarsandvibranium

Steven Grant x F!Reader

What you've been waiting for by @full-time-make-believer

Steven Grant x female reader

Nick Fowler ✨

Falling apart for you by @navybrat817

Nick Fowler x female reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Liar liar by @geminixevans-stan

Mafia!Steve x Black Reader

Wife worship by @labella420

mob!steve rogers x fem!reader

*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

*Herbal illusion by @sweetflowerdreams

King!Alpha! Steve Rogers x Servant!Omega! Reader (Female!Reader)

Andy Barber ✨

A butterfly will fly by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Andy Barber x ballet dancer!Reader

Ari Levinson x Steve Rogers ✨

I'll be seeing you by @navybrat817

Spy!Ari Levinson x Female Reader, hint of dark!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Lee Bodecker x Steve Rogers ✨

Tempting fate by @dreamlessinparis

Semi!Dark!Mob!Lee Bodecker x F!Reader, Mob!Steve x F!Reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Only an echo by @the-witty-pen-name

Rockstar!Sam Wilson x f!reader

Andy Barber & Mike Weiss ✨

*Barber & Weiss by @jtargaryen18

Dark Andy Barber x Dark Mike Weiss x Reader

Steve Harrington ✨

Next time by @pillow-titties

Steve Harrington x Reader

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[buckystevelove]

I was thinking the other day about a headcanon I had w Steve or bucky where reader is pregnant and she gets stressed and upset a lot w her family, work, friends and steve/bukcy finds out about the reader getting stressed after a visit to the doctor and tries to make everyone not stress or upset the reader and basically goes apeshit whenever anyone tries to upset her. basically the reader is completely clueless while steve/ bucky is the one getting stressed. and at some point he takes the reader on vacation so she can relax.

idk I had this headcanon stuck in my head and since I love your blog and your writing I wanted to share!

Baby Stress

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1287

Warning: fluff & angst 

A/N: ask questions or ask for headcanons and one-shots. It’s open.

Work has been super stressing lately, you had a great position as the CEO of an international company. Steve couldn´t be prouder of you, he was always encouraging towards your job. You had been together for 7 years, married for 4. He had always wanted to have a family, but the two of you had very demanding jobs, a year ago Steve decided to retire and give Sam the position of Captain America and become a stay-at-home-husband, then was when you decided to start trying to get pregnant. You had always wanted to be a mom, but you really loved your job and didn’t want your child to feel neglected, but since Steve wanted to be the one taking care of them while you could still work. That was the dream.

Now you were 7 months pregnant, today you had an appointment at the doctor, they were going to tell you the sex of the baby. You were excited, Steve was over the moon.

“Baby, I am so exited! I was starting to get sad about not asking for the gender at the 5 months appointment, but I prefer to be 100% sure.” You were walking to the hospital, since you had gotten pregnant you started to walk instead of taking cabs, you were trying to lead a healthier lifestyle. Steve was very persuading.

“I know, I really want to start buying everything, and to look for names.” Steve tighten his arm on your shoulders. You enter the hospital and took the elevator to the doctor’s office

“Hello YN. How have you been feeling?” She asked while you laid on the table and rolled your shirt up. You knew the drill.

“I have been having some back pain and light headaches.” You said nonchalantly, you turned and took at Steve that had his hand on your shoulder, he was frowning and looked a little bit angry.

“You didn´t tell me anything.” He said offended.

“I didn´t want to make you nervous, I am sure it’s nothing.” You looked at him, giving him and encouraging smile.

He ignored you and looked at the doctor, “What do you say doc? Everything ok?”

“Let me see.” She placed the horrible and cold jell in your swollen belly and place the thing for the ultrasound. She started to put some pressure and to move it around. “Well, you are having a baby boy.”

You smiled and looked at Steve with tear in your eyes, he had already some in his cheeks. He completely forgot about the pains, he was having a son, he could be happier.

“Regarding what you told me YN; lately have you been under a lot of stress?” She asked wiping the jell from your belly with some paper towels.

“Yes, I have had a bigger load of work the last weeks. We are closing a new deal, so I´ve had to work some extra hours.” You said rolling you shirt down.

“That’s it, they are common symptoms of stress, you just need to relax. It can lead to high blood pressure, and the baby is a bit smaller than the average, it can also lead to a low-birth weight baby, but don’t worry.” That made you worry, you didn’t want to harm your baby.

You decided to hire an extra assistant, and try leaving work earlier. Steve had been super stress, he was an underweight kid, he didn´t want his son to we sick like he used to be. He had been babying you, and you hated it.

Today you were hosting a dinner with the team at your penthouse, every time you tried to do something. Steve would take it off your hands. To say you were starting to get annoyed would be the understatement of the year. This week he had already cancelled a business trip you had to Paris, you were going crazy.

“Let me get that.” He took the plate that you were taking to the table from your hands. “You look gorgeous, you can go to our room and take a nap while the guys arrive.” He gave you a quick kiss and continue arranging everything. You hated to be told what to do, you hated feeling useless, there was a reason you ended up as a CEO, you were the boss.

“No, Steve. I am tire of staying in bed. I want to help.” You whine and looks at him in the eyes.

“Baby, please.” You huffed and went to your bedroom.

An hour later you heard the ring on your door. You could had run faster, you were desperate to do something.

“Bucky!” You shouted and hugged him. You and Bucky were best friends. You had a super strong relationship, you were his little sister, not just Steve’s wife.

“Hey doll, how are you? And how is my favorite kid?” He asked rubbing you belly.

You let him in and go to seat on the living room, Steve was still cooking on the kitchen.

“Well, your favorite nephew.” You grin at him.

“YN! That’s amazing.”

“I know! I am so excited, already bought everything, you will love the nursery.”

“And tell me, how have you been?”

“Truth be told, I am going crazy. The doctor told us in our last appointment that I was stressing out too much, yeah, I´ve been having a lot of work, but you know how it is. The problem is that now, Steve is making me crazy. I think that he has been stressing me more than job. I am just about to kill him.” You said with an annoyed face, Bucky was laughing at you.

“You should talk to him and tell him how you feel, if he is really making you feel that way.” He gave you a reassuring smile and rubbed your arm. “You know how that punk is, he can´t not worry about the people he love, and you and that baby, are persons he love the most in this whole world.”

“I know, thanks for listening me.” You hugged him.

Dinner went swimmingly, everyone talking and fooling around. The entire team was super happy when you told them about your baby boy, and you decided to tell everyone the name you two had chosen. James Grant Rogers.

That night you decided to talk to Steve.

While you were lying on bed, waiting for Steve for Steve to come out from the bathroom, whwn he came out he laid in his side of the bed and placed his arm in your waist, his hand resting in your bump, he could feel the baby kicking.

“Stevie, baby. I want to talk to you.” You turned around so you were facing him now.

“What happened sweetheart?” He was frowning.

“Nothing bad, it´s just…” you sighted.

“You can tell me honey.” He encourage you rubbing your back.

“It’s just that you have been super overprotective the last few days, and you have been making me crazy.” You gave him your sweetest smile.

“I know babe, it’s just that I am really scared for the baby. I don´t want him to be small like I was. It’s just that. I am sorry.” He said giving you a kiss on the lips.

“I really get it. You don´t need to worry. I talk to my bosses and they gave me a month off, because the baby is in his way, so a brought us tikets to Cancun.” You gave him a thrilled smile.

“YN, that sounds fantastic. Our last month before Jamie joins us.”

“I love you Steve, thanks for taking care of us.”

“I love you too, and I love you little man.” He said placing a kiss on your bump.

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