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PAIRING | Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader
WORD COUNT | ~ 900 words
SUMMARY | Steve comes home from a long mission, and all he wants is to be cuddled up in bed with his favorite person. However, your shared secret threatens to be spilled when your good friend walks in the door and finds the two of you in bed together.
RATING | Teen (T)
WARNINGS/TAGS | Established (secret) relationship, use of nickname (Doll).
A/N | This little drabble is written based on a request I received from a sweet Anon! As soon as I saw this prompt, I couldn't resist writing a little something, so I hope you will all enjoy it! This is proofread by the amazing @ccbsrmsf1, for which I'm forever grateful. I love you 🩷
EVENTS Masterlist | @marvel-smash-bingo | Secret relationship Masterlist | @seasonaldelightsbingo | Can't Warm Up Masterlist | @ultimatechrisbingo | "That is America's ass."
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Main Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist
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Steve has been away on an extended mission—three and a half weeks and counting—and you're missing him more than ever. The two of you started dating only a few months ago, though it mainly takes place behind closed doors. You cannot get enough of one another whenever you are alone. Still, when other people are around, it is strictly professional—apart from the occasional reassuring smile you give one another.
Within the Avengers, there is no opposition to team members dating. Still, Steve has specifically asked to keep your relationship a secret because he wants to explore the connection between you two. It is the perfect way to get to know each other personally, and the last few months have been amazing because of that.
Now, you find yourself in your bedroom, curled up in your comfiest armchair with a good book and Alpine beside you. Since Bucky is on the same mission as Steve, you have taken over her care, and she's purring away in her sleep on the windowsill, enjoying the warm spring sun.
Just as you're about to finish your chapter, you hear a knock on your door, and you look up, expecting Natasha or maybe Tony to come by, but when you see who walks in the door, you smile brightly. Steve is back from his mission.
"Hi, Doll. I missed you," he tells you as he walks into the room, and your book lies abandoned in your chair. He's still wearing his suit and the shield on his back, letting you know he came to visit you right away, and it makes the butterflies in your stomach go wild.
"Steve, you're back already! I thought you would be gone for another few days!" Your arms are wrapped around his waist as you plaster yourself against his chest. His heartbeat thumps against your cheek as he gives you soft kisses on the top of your head. His hands rub soothingly over your back as he inhales your sweet scent.
"Mission got wrapped up early, so I figured I'd come home to my girl as soon as possible," Steve says. You lift your head to meet his gaze, warmth spreading through your cheeks as he calls you his girl.
"I love it when you call me your girl; it makes me feel special," you say shyly, and Steve can't help but chuckle.
"I'm glad because I cannot stop calling you that," he tells you before kissing you in a sweet, soft kiss. You two take your time to bask in one another's familiarity, but he pulls away when he can feel a shiver run down your spine.
"I think it's time we had some cuddles, Doll. You're shivering," he whispers, and you nod.
"That sounds good. You know I can't warm up properly with you there," you tell him, and he smiles knowingly. Before you know it, Steve has put down the shield, and his suit is folded neatly on top. As he bends down to put his boots away as well, you happen to glance over, and you're met with the glorious sight of Steve's butt being wrapped perfectly by his light blue boxer briefs, highlighting it beautifully.
"Hmm, so that is America's ass," you say jokingly. You have seen it clothed and bare countless times, but you still can't help saying it. The bright red flush covering Steve's cheeks has you smiling wide, and you can't get enough of the sight.
You have also taken your clothes off, being left in your underwear as you crawl under the covers with Steve. Due to the super soldier serum, his body temperature is always warmer than a regular person's, so he makes a perfect cuddle companion during the nights and colder months.
"Welcome back, Steve. I missed you and your warmth so much," you whisper when you're lying in his arms, your leg thrown over his, his arm wrapped around you, and your head on his chest. The comforter is pulled up to your chin, and you're just about to fall asleep when you hear a few knocks on your door.
"Y/N? I'm here to pick up Alpine!" you hear Bucky's voice carry through the door before he swings it open, and you immediately sit upright in the bed, clutching the comforter to your chest, leaving Steve exposed in the bed in the process.
"B-Bucky, hi!" you say as embarrassment floods your body that you're caught in bed with your boyfriend. Bucky's face turns bright red as he looks at the two of you, his mouth opening and closing without words as he tries to understand what's happening. Without saying another word, he turns around and closes the door behind him, leaving you two to wonder what just happened.
"I should go talk to him, Doll," Steve says as he leans in for a kiss, which you happily give him.
"Okay, but only if you promise to come back soon. I can't miss you for too long again!" you tell him, and he nods with a smile before jumping into his pants. The rest of his suit and his shield are left behind as he runs after Bucky to explain what is going on between you two.
While you were embarrassed at first, you're also a little relieved that you can finally share the love between you two with someone. This is going to be the first step to telling everyone about your relationship, too. It won't be long before you don't have to carry this secret around anymore, and you're looking forward to that day finally being here.
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buckys-wintersoldier · 3 months
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Adoption | Steve Rogers; part two
Pairing -> Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife!Mom!Reader
Summary -> After Eva asked Steve to adopt her and he happily said yes, you’re inside with your friends and family to finally tell them about the adoption.
Warnings -> (G) none, just fluff
Wordcount -> 2.1k
Prompt -> Fandom-Free Bingo | I3 | Shoulder kisses | @fandom-free-bingo | AFG Fluff Bingo | N4 | “For all time. Always.” | @anyfandomfluffbingo
Request -> I loved the adoption story!!! It was so cute!!! 😍 I can 100% see Steve crying as the documents are signed and Bucky wearing a 'fun-cle' shirt and thumping him on the back to get him through it lol 😆
A/N -> Thank you so much for your kind words, it really means a lot and I’m glad you loved the oneshot. I thought of making a second part with your ask so here we are. I want to thank @lives-in-midgard for helping me with some parts.
Masterlist | Fandom-Free Bingo | AFG Fluff Bingo | Steve Rogers Masterlist | Adoption Part 1
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When the three of you are in front of your friends and family, Steve holds the piece of paper in the air. His smile is almost from one side of his face to the other, and his hand is around Eva’s shoulder, making sure she is really close to him.
“She wants me to adopt her,” he says proudly, and the others, the Avengers, clap into their hands while they all cheer loudly. “And I said yes,” he adds, kissing the head of your daughter before letting go of her so she can go to Natasha.
Natasha is a lot older than Eva, but she is like her big sister combined with her best friend. And your daughter always tells her everything, sometimes before she tells you, but you don’t mind; you understand the way she loves the red-haired woman. And Natasha couldn’t be someone better for her as she is; she helps Eva a lot and has every time for the little girl when she wants attention or just cuddles.
“I asked him, and he said yes." She almost shouts and throws her small arms around Natasha's neck.
She laughs softly, wrapping her arms around Eva and lifting her to walk to the couch to sit down. Placing the girl on her lap and listening to every detail Eva wants to tell her.
You turn to Steve; he still has some tears in the corner of his eyes, and you understand it. You would probably feel the same way when the child of your partner asks you to adopt them.
Your husband places the paper on the counter next to him and smiles at you. His eyes brighten when he looks a short moment over your shoulder to see the little girl happily talking about the situation outside with the adoption.
“I didn’t know this year could start that well,” he mumbles. “I thought I’m already the happiest man on earth or in the universe, multiverse, with a wife like you and a little girl like Eva,” he adds, and you see the tears of joy in his eyes getting more again.
Before you can say anything, you hear Bucky shouting from the other side of the room. He immediately gets the attention of Steve and you.
“Daddy Stevie,” he says and walks closer, opening his arms to welcome the two of you into his embrace.
You adore Bucky; he is the most wonderful uncle, next to the others, for your little daughter. But even though the others are like uncles for her, Bucky is a bit of a special uncle.
When he met Eva the first time, he immediately accepted her, which is a surprise because the man with the steel blue eyes, slightly curly brown hair, and metal arm is known for being grumpy. But the little girl has his heart; whenever she is there, he is laughing with her, joking around, and the grumpy Bucky isn’t there. And Eva loves the man as well, not only his metal arm but also his strength, his jokes, and the way he treats her and takes care of her in the most beautiful way he can as an uncle.
Bucky comes to a halt when he stands in front of you and Steve. He covers his t-shirt with his arms, but you see something on it. It could be something the two of you talked about, but you’re not sure until he lets his arms fall down and reveals the words on the t-shirt.
‘Fun-cle’
like a dad, only cooler
See also: handsome, exceptional.
Fun uncle
You laugh softly when you read it, because it’s exactly what you were talking about. Bucky loved the idea of getting one of those when Steve gets the adoption papers; he really bought one of those t-shirts.
“Let me show you something else,” he says with a mischievous grin on his lips.
Bucky pulls up the shirt and reveals another one; he was hiding it under the fabric of the shirt, but now he hands Steve the other t-shirt. Your husband hesitates for a moment before he looks at it. He holds it up in front of you, and when you read the phrases on it, you burst out laughing.
‘Just the dad’
like the fun-cle but not as cool as he
See also: strict, boring.
The dad
“I designed it,” Bucky says proudly when Steve looks at him with furrowed eyebrows.
“Strict and boring?” he asks, getting a nod from his best friend.
“Wanna bet who she loves more?"
Bucky looks at Steve with a grin on his lips. Then he places his hand on Steve's shoulder.
“Don’t worry, pal. She loves you a lot; otherwise, she wouldn’t ask you to be his dad. But let’s be honest, she would say yes to me too; you just got y/n; that’s why you can be Eva’s dad,” Bucky jokes, and Steve shakes his head about the silliness before he remembers the piece of paper.
“I still need to sign it,” he mumbles, looking to the side where the paper is lying.
“But first, we’re going to change your t-shirt,” Bucky says emphatically.
Steve rolls his eyes slightly and kisses your shoulder and your neck a few times. His breath meets your skin, and you feel the goosebumps all over your body. Your husband chuckles before he lets go of you and walks with Bucky out of the room to change the t-shirt.
“Eva, could you come here for a moment?” you ask when you turn to your daughter.
She looks at you before she nods and kisses Natasha’s cheek softly. The red-haired woman smiles and turns around to talk to someone else while Eva walks towards you.
“Uncle Bucky will tell you a funny story about your dad when you say that Bucky is the best,” you tell your little daughter, and the mischievous grin on her face says everything she thinks right now.
“You and Uncle Bucky want to annoy Daddy, right?” she asks. “I knew; you looked at me like that,” Eva tells you.
Before you can say anything, Steve and Bucky walk back into the room. They both wear the shirts Bucky bought for them. Steve chuckles when he sees your daughter with a huge smile next to you.
“Hey, princess,” Bucky says, opening his arms for his favorite girl.
She runs into his arms and hugs him tightly. He places his big hands on her small back and holds her against him while he grins at Steve.
“My favorite girl, huh?" Bucky says, and Eva immediately nods.
“You’re my absolute favorite and the best uncle, Bucky,” she says and looks up at him, knowing she will annoy her dad with it.
"See, Stevie, I told you.”
Steve rolls his eyes and looks at you. The way he looks at you shows you that he exactly knows what you told her.
“What does she get for saying that?” Steve asks, and you shrug, pretending like you don’t know what he is talking about.
He walks a step closer and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close against him. You can feel his hot breath against your sensitive skin and his fingers digging into your waist, and he looks at you with a huge smile.
“Don't you want to tell me? I’m pretty sure you will, at least when we’re in bed,” he mumbles into your ear, and you shiver slightly.
“I told her Bucky would tell her a story about you. And you know she uses every chance to annoy you when she can,” you explain, and your husband nods.
Bucky lifts the little girl and kisses her forehead a few times before he looks into Eva’s eyes.
“You have the same blue eyes as Uncle Bucky, don’t you?” he asks, and your daughter giggles happily.
“Mommy said you tell me a story when I say you’re the best,” she says as quietly as she can, so Steve wouldn’t understand her.
Bucky looks at you with a big smile on his lips before he shakes his head and walks with her to the table. He places her on top of it and stands between her small legs. Looking at Steve and showing him to finally sign the papers for the adoption.
“Don’t you want to sign up? I can do this for you too,” he shouts, and Eva grips the paper to wave them in front of Bucky's face.
“Can you sign those too?” She asks, looking with her big blue eyes at Bucky.
He shakes his head with a chuckle but takes the papers and hands them to Steve, who walks closer. Bucky turns to your little daughter again and tickles her while she tries to escape his grip. But the brown-haired man is way stronger, and she needs to beg while she laughs to make him stop.
“Oke the story about your dad,” Bucky starts and sees the expression of Steve, which definitely tells him he shouldn’t dare tell you about it. “When Steve was a little man, we were on Coney Island. And little Stevie thought a roller coaster was a good idea,” Bucky continues, and you almost burst out laughing when you remember the moment Steve told you about it.
“He loved those roller coasters, but after five times, he threw up in the middle of them. Luckily, we sat at the end of it, so it just landed on the ground and not in someone’s face." Bucky finishes his story, and your little daughter looks at Steve, finally knowing a story she can embarrass her dad with.
Steve rolls his eyes, and then he looks down at the papers. His hands are sweating and the tears are burning in his eyes, but he has a big smile on his lips. Just a signature away from being your little daughter's dad, a moment he waited so long for and you often talked about it.
Bucky sees the tears in the eyes of his best friend and places his hand on Steve's shoulder. His thumb rubs slowly over Steve’s back.
With a deep breath, the blond-haired man smiles and looks at his daughter next to him before he reaches for a pen and puts his signature under the text on the paper. Then he can’t stop the tears anymore when he looks up and into the smiling face of his little girl.
You love to see her smiling at him. And you’re glad you married Steve; you can’t imagine a better father for your daughter than him. And you wouldn’t choose someone else when you could, never. Steve shows you a part of yourself you would have never known when he wasn't there. A part that is always happy and loved. You try not to cry as well when you see your husband crying, but a few tears roll down your cheek when you realize how lucky you are.
“Don’t cry, or I need to cry as well, pal,” Bucky mumbles, wiping a small tear away.
Eva chuckles while he wraps his arms around Bucky's neck and kisses his nose.
“It’s oke uncle Buck; men can cry too,” Eva says, smiling encouragingly at him.
You can’t stop yourself from laughing; with your hands, you hold your stomach. Steve smiles too, while Bucky shakes his head softly before he kisses Eva’s forehead.
“Your daddy is crying too,” he says, looking to the side.
Eva follows him and sees her dad crying too. She lets go of Bucky and pats his head before she opens her little arms for Steve. He immediately wraps his arms around her and lifts her up, spinning her around the way she loves and making her giggle.
“You’re my little princess, huh? For all time. Always,” he chuckles and kisses her cheek before he spins her around even more.
“I’m daddy’s princess and a plane; look, uncle Tony. UNCLE TONY LOOK,” she shouts and opens her arm.
Tony and the other Avengers laugh and cheer, shouting some congratulations through the room. You walk closer to Bucky, looking at him.
“What’s up, doll?” he asks.
“Thank you for always being here for us. And I’m glad I asked you to be her godfather; you’re definitely the best,” you tell him, and his smile grows.
Bucky wraps one of his arms around your shoulder and the other around Steve, who is standing with Eva in his arm on the other side of him. He pulls you close, and it doesn’t take long for the others to join that hug.
“You knew they would make a sandwich out of us,” you giggle, and Bucky nods with a wink at you.
“But you like it,” Steve says, and you roll your eyes, making your little daughter giggle even more.
“Yeah, I love it.”
“And I love you.” You blush when he looks at you, and you feel nothing but happiness inside of you.
This is your family and your home. With all those chaotic people, they are your chaotic people.
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rogerswifesblog · 1 year
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Another request I'm sorry 😅
Steve Rogers always has the most generic phone background there is until one day he has the reader. His friends go nuts trying to find out who the reader is. Until one day Steve gets injured on a mission and demands that the reader is called before he goes into surgery. He wakes up to his girlfriend/ fiance/ wife (that's up to you) having the team wrapped around her finger already
Sorry it took me so long:( I hope you’ll like it<3
Btw never apologise for sending request or smth I love it
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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: The avengers couldn't figure out who Steve was seeing, the first time they meet you is when Steve’s badly injured.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Steve Rogers x Reader
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Steve's injured, but mostly fluff
Keep in mind English is not my first language!
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The avengers were currently on their way to a HYDRA basis. It was quite stressful, so Steve did, what he always did to calm himself down-he looked at the picture of your dog. He wished he could just look at a picture of the two of you, but he couldn't. Not with the team around.
Don't get him wrong, he loved his team. Deeply...but...the avengers could be a lot. Especially for a civilian like you. And especially with Tony. So he wanted to spare you all of this.
That's why he couldn't show you to them. Not even a picture-that's also why his phone background was a picture of your dog. Even Bucky didn't know about you-which he always felt awful about. Normally he'd tell Bucky everything, but he felt it was the right thing to do. His best friend only knew he was currently seeing someone, no more no less.
Steve could tell Natasha was looking at his phone, but he had nothing to hide. Well, he did, but she couldn't see anything on his phone that would really tell her anything about you. Just a cute picture of your dog-and maybe the corner of your lips, gently smiling at the camera.
"So,...you really have a dog, huh?", asked the redhead, slowly inching closer. Steve knew they were all curious-but nobody dared invading his privacy. Not after the last time they did that.
Steve chuckled, slowly putting his phone away. „Yes, I do, why do you ask? I already told you…a few times", he said, slightly raising his eyebrows. He could already tell what Natasha wanted to talk about-so he played dumb. Sighing Natasha punched his shoulder lightly. „Just a dog or also the owner of the dog?", grinning, she wiggled her eyebrow.
It was one of many times where someone of the team tried to ask him about...well, about you. Or, the person he was seeing. "Just a dog, Nat", he said, grabbing his shield. Within a few seconds his demander changed. "We're landing in five. Get ready."
You were currently sitting with your dog, Roger (yeah, it wasn't Steve's idea), on your bed, trying to take a nap. Steve was on a mission-and you hated it. It was the middle of the night. He was supposed to be back a few hours ago-but he didn't text you or come home for the matter. You could tell something was wrong. Even Roger was restless.
Did something happen to-
Your ringtone interrupted your train of thoughts, sitting up you grabbed your phone.
Steve
"Hi! God I was so-" "I'm so sorry, to tell you this, I'm doctor Cho, one of Steve's doctors-" You didn't hear what she was talking about. A piece of you broke right then. Steve was hurt. Otherwise he'd have called you himself. Was he dead? Or dying? You knew how risky his job was, but...it didn't change a thing. You couldn't loose your lover like that.
“-needs surgery, he doesn't want it, not unless you're here", you heard Dr Cho saying. With tears in your eyes you nodded, remembering then that she couldn't see you. "Yes, I...I'll be there in twenty minutes."
You gave Roger a gentle kiss on the head, feeling awful for leaving him behind-but you knew you couldn't take him with you. "I'll be back soon, sweetie." With Steve, you hoped.
It didn't took you long to arrive at the Avengers Tower. Happy, one of Starks Employees brought you to the medical rooms. You could feel your heartbeat racing, your breathing quickend with every second. Happy didn't talk to you much-but you could tell he was being quite on purpose. It's like he knew you needed the silence to calm yourself down.
Entering the room you watched the avengers sit next to Steve's bed-he was in pain. Bruised and bleeding. God. He looked awful. His face was swollen. But he was alive. "Steve", you sobbed, immediately walking closer to his bed. Whoever was in your way stepped aside, not wanting to keep two lovers apart. "You god damn idiot-the doctor said you don't want surgery? You have to-", rambling you grabbed Steve's hand, gently squeezing. He groaned, turning his head your way, but not opening his eyes. It only made more tears stream down your face.
"You...needed you...", he mumbled, squeezing your hand right back. He tried to pull you closer, but couldn't really use any more strength. Understanding his wishes you sat down on the edge of his bed, brushing away hair from his forehead. He was pale. Weak...he looked like a ghost. Another sob wanted to escape your throat, but you held it back. He didn't need any more stress.
"I'm here, baby. I'm right here. I'll always be here", you mumbled into his hair, kissing his forehead. "You need the surgery. We'll talk after", Steve's eyes fluttered, trying to open them, but not succeeding. You've never seen him in such bad shape.
What happened? What the hell happened? He was a super soldier! Normally he could walk off a broken arm. But now? He couldn't open his eyes.
"I might...not make it", his words made you sob, even though you tried to hold it back. He buried his face into your neck, breathing your sweet scent in. The perfume, he bought you for your last birthday. Having you here helped him. Steve felt at peace. With you he could...just stop fighting.
But you didn't want him to stop.
"Steve, please. I'll wait for you-and you'll come back. We still have so much to do-we haven't had our honeymoon", you chuckled wetly, pulling him closer against your breast. You knew he liked to cuddle against your chest-always saying you were soft and like a perfect cushion. Every time he said that, you just laughed and shook your head. God, you've never thought of missing this stupid joke.
He couldn't leave you like that. He had to get better.
Steve exhaled, burying his face against you. "I can't...don't want to be without you...." "Steve, please...", you sobbed, hugging him closer. At this point you didn't even think about the avengers sitting around you, probably listening. It didn't matter. Steve was the only one you were now thinking about. And he needed to go into surgery. "Please, don't leave us", you whispered into his golden hair, grabbing his hand and putting his palm against your flat stomach.
He was quite for a moment. Only a mumble, you couldn't really understand. "Steve, I think I'm-I think I’m pregnant-I wanted to wait-I haven’t made a test yet-but-I’m already three weeks late. You're gonna be a daddy. Steve", you whispered, holding back more tears, cupping his face In your hands and carefully lifting his head. His lips twitched to a small smile, while his eyes flickered one more time. He opened them, but only a bit. "'m a daddy?", you nodded immediately. "So go get that surgery and don't leave us alone, please. We need you", sobbing you pressed your lips to his. Steve could taste your salty tears on your soft lips. He wanted to pull you closer-touch you-but he was to weak. He couldn't feel he was slowly drifting away. Loosing consciousness.
After getting the serum he’d never felt this weak before. It’s like he was back in Brooklyn, only a teenager, beaten till he had to be taken to the hospital-it only happened once and it was the only time he really felt scared to die.
"After surgery...", was the last thing he said, not being able to finish the whole sentence. Someone grabbed you, pulling you away from Steve, while they wheeled him into surgery.
Sobbing you felt your whole world break down-if someone hadn't hugged you, you probably would've fallen to the floor. This couldn't be the last time you saw Steve? Right? It couldn't-the two of you-no-you had so many plans-you wanted- "it's okay...he'll be okay...", you heard someone whisper into your ear. The person hugging you pulled you even closer. You buried your face into his solid chest, sobbing.
Bucky gently rubbed your back. He hadn't met you before-but he once noticed a picture of you on Steve's phone, while he showed him a funny meme-he never ask steve who you were. He kind of knew. Steve once told him he met someone-this someone had to be you. He was glad Steve found love in this new and foreign times.
It took you a few minutes till you calmed down. There were still tears storming down your face, but you weren’t sobbing like before. Bucky sat down with you, while Natasha brought you a glass of water-Tony let JARVIS check your vitals discreetly-just to make sure you were okay.
“I wish we wouldn’t have met like this but-but it’s nice to meet you”, you mumbled after a while, wiping away the tears. Bucky chuckled quietly, squeezing your hand. You could tell he was also holding back tears. “It’s nice to meet you-Y/N, right?”, you nodded. “Yeah-I…I know your names. Steve already told me, and…well, you’re quite often on the news”, chuckling you brushed your hair back, sipping your water.
Nobody said anything for a moment, before Sam cleared his throat. It may be a stressful situation but he was still curious. “So, how…how did you two met?”, a little smile crept into your lips. “It’s pretty embarrassing-for me, at least. I adopted my dog that day-and we went to the park. It was a great day. A really great walk, we played a lot-and I may or may not have thrown a frisbee at Steve, so Roger jumped him and-yeah, pretty embarrassing. I’ve never been good in sports, I guess”, you chuckled, making the rest of the team also laugh. “Frisbees are just Steve’s thing.”
After a few minutes Tony was already telling you about how he suspected Steve was seeing someone- “He once send a picture and I could’ve swear I saw someone in the windows reflection-but he brushed me off when I asked who it was. And then he also had a different background every week-often someone with a dog-“ “yeah, that was me. He didn’t want to have pictures with my face-knowing you’d let Jarvis just find me”, you laughed quietly. Tony thought for a few seconds.
That’s probably really what he would’ve done.
Natasha sat down next to you. You felt yourself getting a bit nervous-Natasha was intimidating. “I can’t believe Steve didn’t say anything-I mean, he’s a really bad liar. It’s incredible how he just kept you a secret-you two are what-married?”
You felt your blood rush to your cheeks, making you blush, while you shook your head. “Well-yes-but no. Not really. We have the rings, but there was no ceremony. Not even my parents know-and none of Steve’s family-which means none of you. We-or more like Steve-didn’t know how and when to tell you about our relationship. He was, and probably still is, scared. I’m just a civilian. When the world finds out…” “you’d be in danger”, Bucky finished.
After two hours another doctor came, telling you about Steve’s condition-apparently the hard part of the surgery was done.
“Steve was shot?”, you gasped. Natasha nodded. “Yeah, three times. Our suits are bulletproof, but they used something different. Some other weapons…but he did it to save me”, a little smile crept over your face when Natasha said that. It didn’t surprise you that Steve wanted to save her. “I’m glad you’re okay”, you whispered.
Another few hours passed while you all talked. The sun was already rising-god you had to feed Roger soon. And he probably had to go on a wa- “what are you thinking about?”, asked Tony, looking up from his phone. Sighing you shook your head slowly. “Roger will wake up soon. I’ve to go back and take care of him-but I really don’t want to leave“, Tony shrugged and tipped something on his phone. “Give me your keys and Happy will feed Rogers-” “Roger-“ “Yeah, whatever”, you laughed quietly, tossing him the keys.
When doctor Cho came back, you could feel your heartbeat race. Would she bring you good news? What if something happened? What if- “He’ll need rest, but everything went smoothly. There were no complications. The serum in his blood helped his body a lot”, she started. It’s the last thing you registered, before letting out a weak sigh. He’d be fine. Steve was alive.
After guiding you to Steve’s room you sat down on the edge of his bed, grabbing his hand. You were incredibly tired-you hadn’t slept all night. Even if you had tried, you probably couldn’t have. Not without knowing how Steve’s health was-but you finally knew. You could rest. Suddenly you felt everything hit you all at once. The stress, tiredness and hours of crying.
“Lay down, I’ll wait here too”, said Bucky, gently pushing you onto the bed, till you laid down next to Steve. It was a tight fit, but you always liked snuggling with him. “Okay, Buck. You’re really nice”, you mumbled, closing your eyes. Within seconds you fell asleep.
Bucky looked at Steve and you for a moment, a big grin on his face. “You really think she threw that frisbee accidentally?”
Natasha laughed, shaking her head. “There no way she failed to see him”, the two ex-assassins laughed.
They hoped you’d spend more time with them from now on-you we’re really nice. And apparently you also had many, many stories about Steve…Natasha definitely wanted to know how Steve managed to break your wardrobe, apparently walking into it.
In his defence, it was really dark.
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Heyy! I asked you if you're taking requests or not but forgot to send it to you lol .Can I request for a Steve Rogers x reader, just domestic fluff. Him and reader just sitting besides eachother doing their own work, and yk reader admiring and kisses him on cheek cuz just felt like it. Idk just a random idea I'd love if you'd write about it!! Thank you!!!❤️❤️❤️
"You're staring, Doll." Steve smirked to himself as he kept his focus on the book in his hands.
You quickly looked back to the papers you were grading. "I wasn't staring."
Steve nodded with a hum keeping his eyes down. "If you say so."
You tried to focus on the papers in your lap, wanting to get them graded and handed back to your students as soon as you could, but it was hard to concentrate when your extremely handsome boyfriend was sat beside you.
You glanced back at Steve before deciding you needed to take a break, so you sat the papers down beside you and leaned your head on his thick arm as you pulled your feet under you.
"How's your book?" You asked gently running your fingers over his forearm.
Steve hummed keeping his eyes focused on the book in front of him.
You rolled your eyes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You must be enjoying it?" You asked, kissing his cheek again.
Once more Steve hummed, keeping his eyes on his book.
You moved your lips from his cheek and across his jaw, smiling to yourself as he leaned into you.
As you made your way under his jaw and and down his neck, Steve finally let out a soft moan and let his book fall into his lap. He reached out with his right hand and placed it on your thigh.
"Hmm, that feels nice, sweetheart." He whispered giving your thigh a squeeze.
"Really? Because I was starting to think your book was more interesting than me?" You teased.
Steve began grinning at you as he dropped his book onto the floor before pulling you into his lap. He rested his forehead against yours as he smoothed his hands over your body. "Don't be ridiculous... I get lost in you all the time, Doll." He leaned up and pressed his lips against yours softly, easily slipping his tongue into your mouth to deepen the kiss.
You pulled back with a deep breath and a smile, gently placing your hand over his cheek. "I should get back to grading." You whispered.
Steve nodded with a soft exhale, nuzzling into your hand. "Let's just stay like this for a while," He held your face in his large hands as he kissed you again.
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"Can't remember the last time we just..." He laid a kiss against your cheek, "Kissed and held each other." He slowly moved his lips across your skin, taking a similar path you had on him.
You closed your eyes with a soft sigh, letting your head fall to the side. "It's been far too long." You smiled to yourself.
You were certain as Steve continued to kiss across your skin, you wouldn't be getting anymore work done tonight nor would he be reading anymore of his book.
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Ooh Yayy I’m so happy because you’re my favorite writer here and for you to possibly write one of my ideas I know it’s gonna be perfect!🥰
Okayy so there’s “Sun Goes Down” by Charlotte Cardin and I feel like all of the lyrics could be applied to Steve or Bucky and it would really fit well! Especially the one about how they feel like every bad thing happening in the world is their fault and how life is really hard for them because I feel like Bucky with his Winter Soldier days would blame himself for a lot of things that have nothing to do with him and Steve feels responsible for the world and wants to save everyone without thinking about himself first So I imagine Reader singing it to them either she wrote it for them or she just knows it but you could do it however you want and I know it will be amazing!❤️
Sun goes down
Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes
Warnings: like angsty, lil fluffy
Word count: 2.6k
A/N: let’s pretend the reader wrote this song. I loved this request I love writing song inspired fics
The small bar was full. Mostly singers and songwriters filled the room in hopes to get a spot at the open mic night. You loved to sit in the corner and listen to everyone as you built your courage to get up there and share your own music. The bartender and the manager already knew you from how many times you’d show up. Always sitting in the corner with your notebook, always writing something. This was your little safe space away from the tower. When everything got to be too much you’d just slip out and head here to listen to the others express their own sorrows and struggles or happiness and triumphs.
Your current situation involved two super soldiers and their bad habit of closing themselves off from the world. It wasn’t your fault or anyone else’s for that matter. It just so happened that they carried more guilt than they should and sometimes it got to be too much for them. Most of the time Steve and Bucky let you in. They found comfort in your presence but lately they’ve pulled away from you and you weren’t sure why. You didn’t take it personally, you just wanted to be there for them the way they had been there for you after countless nights of self doubt.
Applause pulls your attention back to the room and you join in. The manager gets up on the little stage he has set up and clears his throat.
“Thank you Caleb, for that beautiful song. Now the next singer has been coming here for a while but this is the first time she’s actually going to perform. So please remember to be welcoming and supportive. Please welcome to the stage, Y/N.”
Everyone started clapping as they looked around for someone to head to the stage. Your eyes widened when you heard him call you out. The manager waved you over and you shook your head.
“Go on,” the bartender kneeled by your side. “You can kick ass but you can’t sing that song you’ve been writing and rewriting for the past few days?”
“How did you know?”
“I’m very observant. Just get whatever it is off your chest, you’ll feel better.”
“Ok.” You said after a few seconds.
You head toward the stage and there are quiet murmurs among the crowd as they recognize you. The manager moves out of the way and starts clapping for you. You take a deep breath as you stand in front of the mic, adjusting the stand to fit your height.
“Hey guys,” you clear your throat. “Like Kieth said I’m in here all the time, you’re all amazing. This song I wrote for two very special people in my life. I love them very much and they mean so much to me. I don’t think they realize how much actually.” You turn and grab the guitar that was on the stand. “Anyways they tend to be a little too hard on themselves sometimes and this is my way to let them know they’re not alone.”
You start playing the guitar. Soft sweet strumming filters through the speakers as you sing the first verse. Thoughts of Steve run free in your mind. All the things he’s been through and how he still managed to do the right thing.
🎶 “I've been wishin' for angels
To come down here to save ya
You said that the good guy never wins
And I haven't recognized you ever since.” 🎶
~~~~~~
It was still early in the morning. Almost no one in the tower was awake, except for Tony who probably hadn’t gone to sleep. You knew the last mission had been hard on Steve. Even as he tried to help get people to safety they criticized and yelled all kinds of awful things at him. So it wouldn’t surprise you if he was already up and in the gym.
That’s exactly where you found him. A few punching bags were already ripped and on the floor. He was sweating which meant he’d been there for hours. You knew he heard the door open and close, you also knew he wanted to be alone but you just wanted to check in and then you’d go back to bed.
Steve stopped when he knew you were sitting on the bench close to him. He was breathing heavily as he wiped away the sweat from his brow and his sorrow filled eyes found yours.
“How are you holding up?”
He just scoffed and shook his head.
You patted the empty space next to you and waited until he finally made his way over to you. Taking the towel that he had laid out you pat his face dry as he gets his thoughts in order. This was how you always worked, he would get out his frustrations in some type of exercise before talking it out with you or Bucky.
“I just want to do the right thing. Why can’t people see that? Our intention is not to go somewhere to hurt people.”
“I know but by the time we get there the bad guys have already wreaked havoc and high tailed it out. We stay behind to help as many as we can. They channel their fear and anger at us.”
“Seems like the good guy never wins.”
You pulled back to really look at him this time. He looked defeated and he didn’t sound like himself either. Especially considering the things he’d been through. He’d volunteered to be the test subject for the serum, basically getting pumped full of a drug to make him stronger. Then he found love only to have to sacrifice it in order to save the countless lives of innocent people. When he woke up from the ice he came face to face with the realization that the friendships he’d had were long gone. And even when he didn’t talk about it much you knew there were many things that made him anxious.
“Sometimes I wish I could just walk away from all of this.”
“But?”
“I don’t know, I think I’d be lost without it. I wouldn’t know how to find my way out there.”
“You don’t have to do it alone, you know. I’m right here with you.” You lay your head on his shoulder and take his hand in yours. Steve turns and places a kiss on the top of your head.
“I know.”
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Your eyes close as you sing the chorus.
🎶 “How you holdin' up?
Want me to stay the night?
When it's all too rough
I hope you'll realize
That I can hold your hand when the sun goes down
I'm gonna hold your hand when the sun goes down” 🎶
As you open your eyes and look down at your hands as you continue to play, you begin to sing the second verse. Inspired by Bucky.
🎶 “California's burnin'
Your heavy heart is too
You know the whole world is hurtin'
And it's not because of you.”🎶
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The guilt Bucky carried weighed him down so much he could rarely look up and realize he was a victim too. The nights when he would wake up screaming from a nightmare were always difficult for him. All he saw was the face of the innocent victim hydra had him kill. They used him to shape and bend the world at their will and he felt responsible for it. As if he’d willingly gone out and done those things.
This particular night seems to be rough for him. You knock at his bedroom door after hearing the helpless cries fall from his lips. A faint come in greets you. Bucky sits in the space between the bed and the window. Blankets and pillows lay around him. You sit next to him and he won’t look at you.
“Come here.” You whisper and he lays his head on your shoulder. He sucks in a stuttered breath as he fights his need to cry. Your hand softly runs through his long hair as you comfort him. “Just let it out. I’m right here.”
Bucky cries softly. His tears fall in your shirt until he calms down. He tries to pull away, slightly embarrassed from his breakdown.
“Hey, want me to stay the night?”
“I’d like that. If it’s not too much trouble.”
“Never.” You get comfortable on the floor and then pull him down so that you can wrap your arms around him. Bucky takes your free hand and intertwines his fingers with yours.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
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🎶 “Hear you, buddy
Life's always been harder for you than it is for everybody
But your lucky day will come
I hear you, buddy
Life's always been harder for you than it is for everybody
But your lucky day will come.” 🎶
A small smile plays on your lips as you imagine Steve and Bucky happy. That’s all you want for them really. They deserve peace even if they think they don’t. You take a deep breath before you continue through to the end of the song.
🎶 “How you holdin' up?
Want me to stay the night?
When it's all too rough
I hope you'll realize
That I can hold your hand when the sun goes down
(Ooh yeah, I'm gonna hold your hand)
I'm gonna hold your hand when the sun goes down
(I'm gonna hold your hand)
I'm gonna hold your hand when the sun goes down
(I'm gonna hold your hand, gonna hold your hand)
I'm gonna hold your hand when the sun goes down.” 🎶
You play the last notes of the song and open your eyes. The room is dead quiet and you swallow thickly. This was your nightmare, it’s why you never had the courage to get up on stage. You quickly put the guitar back on its stands and the room erupts in cheers and applause. Heat creeps up your cheeks as you smile at the crowd. Kieth stands next to you and pats you on the back with a proud smile on his face.
“Wow, what do I have to do to get a song like that written about me?”
“Free mozzarella sticks for life.” You yell in response as people in the crowd laugh.
You head back to the table you had been at and grab your bag and notebook. Your hands were trembling from the rush. People in the bar compliment you as you pass by. As soon as you’re outside in the fresh air you take a deep breath. At least now you could say you checked something off your bucket list. Actually singing your own song in front of a crowd had always been a nerve wracking thought but it was also a rush. With a smile etched on your face you turn to head back to the tower. Maybe you could get Steve and Bucky to come out of their rooms or the gym.
“Y/N.” You heard Bucky call your name and you turned around.
He and Steve were standing in front of the bar and you hoped they hadn’t heard the song or what you said before it. But as they walked toward you, you knew they had. Bucky’s eyes were red rimmed and teary while Steve’s gaze softened the longer he looked at you.
“Hey guys,” you stood up straighter as you looked between them. “It’s good to see you out and about. What are you doing here?”
“We went to look for you and when we couldn’t find you we assumed you were here. You always say you love this place and so we thought we’d come check if you were here.” Bucky tells you.
“Oh. So um did you just get here?”
“Not exactly,” Steve gives you a bashful smile. “We were in there when you were called up. Was that about us?”
You try to think of a lie but you can’t so you just nod and look away.
“Did you mean it, what you said before the song?”
“Every word.”
“And the song?”
“That too.” You look back at them.
Bucky holds his hand out and when you place yours in his he pulls you closer. You’re chest to chest with him and he smiles at you.
“I really want to kiss you right now.”
Your eyes widen. And you look over at Steve to find him smiling softly. He nods in Bucky’s direction.
“Ok.”
Bucky’s soft lips connect with yours. Butterflies flutter in your belly and you hope they can’t hear how your heart beat picks up. When he pulls back Steve is standing much closer and Bucky turns you in his direction only for the former to lower his lips to yours. You think you must be dreaming, there’s no way that none of this is happening. But when Steve pulls away and rests his forehead against yours and you feel Bucky pressed up against your back you know it’s real.
“We love you too.” He says. There’s a glimmer and light in his eyes you hadn’t seen before. “I think today is our lucky day, what do you think Buck?”
“I agree, only if you’ll have us of course.”
“What?”
“We both want to show you how much you mean to us. What do you say? Will you let us hold your hand when the sun goes down?” Steve smiles at you. It’s like he already knew the answer before you did.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
Steve takes your hand and brings it up to his lips while Bucky kisses you cheek. When you part the latter offers you his arm and a boyish smile.
“Would you sing it for us again?” He asks as the three of you walk back to the tower.
“Of course, it is your song after all.”
“Do you have more songs?” Steve asks as he holds your other hand.
“So many.”
“About us?”
“Maybe.” You smile up at him.
“Do we get to hear them?”
“I don’t know.”
“So a room full of people get to hear our song but not us? That’s not fair, Doll.” He stops and causes you and Steve to stop too. “Please tell us we can listen to you singing. Please baby.” He pouts.
“That’s not fair.” You turn to look at Steve and he’s pouting too. “Not you too.” You say with a laugh. “Fine, I’ll play you all the songs that I’ve written about you. Does that make you happy?”
“No.” They say in unison.
“You do.”
You smile and start walking again. Steve and Bucky ask you all kinds of questions about the music you’ve written. The more you tell them the more excited they get.
Once you’re back in your room, you pull out your guitar and start playing some of the songs you’ve written. You share soft touches and kisses as you tell them which song you wrote for them. By the end of the night you’re cuddled up between them. You remind them that they deserve so many good things.
And through the good, the bad and the love you’d always hold their hands when the sun went down.
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ginnsbaker · 8 months
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Bulletproof
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Summary: You're the only Avenger who sleeps in a cell. | Series Masterlist
Word count: 2.9k+ | Tags: Mild Angst, Fluff, Sharing A Bed, Enemies to Lovers
Ship: Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral Reader
Requested by anon:
could i maybe request wanda x r where the whole team kinda mistreats them and wanda is especially bad. & r saving wanda on a mission, with this: wanda: “How'd you know you were bulletproof?" r: "I didn't. I just knew that you weren't."
Author's note: Thank you to the anon who requested this :) Not sure if this is exactly how you wanted it, but I had fun writing the battle (my first time!) Hope you don't mind I took some liberties ;) Takes place before Civil War.
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“You don’t have to be so mean to them,” Natasha tells her. 
Wanda's eyes narrow as she continues to fixate on you, her glare seemingly willing the daggers to find their mark. You can sense the energy of her powers tingling in the air, but she maintains control, stopping the daggers just short of their target.
“They need to know what they’re up against,” Wanda retorts, her accent slipping through in a rare moment. “If they’re going to be one of us, they have to prove themselves.”
Natasha moves to stand between you and Wanda, her body language calm but assertive. “They will, in time. But not like this.”
You can feel your heart pounding, but you refuse to let Wanda see any fear in your eyes. Your choice to leave your former life and join this team wasn't made lightly, and you won't be intimidated.
“I'm right here,” you say, stepping forward. “And I'm not going anywhere. If you want to test me, do it properly.”
Wanda smirks, and the daggers drop to the floor, clattering loudly in the silence. “Impressive,” she says, almost as an afterthought.
Steve Rogers, observing from the sidelines, steps in to defuse the situation. His authoritative presence commands respect, and his voice is steady and even. “That's enough for today. We're a team, and we need to start acting like one.”
He looks at you, his eyes filled with understanding but also a hint of caution. “However,” he continues, his tone shifting, “You'll still be sleeping in the cells.”
Your heart plummets, each word from Steve feeling like a blade to your chest. Being sent back to that room, devoid of windows, with only a tiny bed and a comforter too thin to ward off the chill, feels like a betrayal every time. You've spent nights there, shivering and reflecting on your decision to join this team, yet still, you find yourself confined.
“After several months of captivity, even cooking your dinner, you still don't trust me?” you ask, trying to keep the hurt out of your voice.
Steve's expression softens, but his resolve remains firm. “It's not about trust,” he says quietly, his voice carrying a weight of experience and pain. “We've been crossed so many times before, mostly by former HYDRA agents.”
Like you, he doesn’t need to say.
You understand the logic, but it doesn't make the reality any easier to swallow. The sense of being an outsider, the cold isolation of the cells—it wears on you.
Wanda, who had been silent up to this point, suddenly speaks up. “Maybe you should just leave then. If it's so unbearable, why stay?”
The room goes quiet. 
A thousand retorts spring to your mind, but you swallow them down, unwilling to escalate the situation further. The temptation to throw back that it's rich coming from her, considering she's also a former footsoldier of HYDRA, is strong, but you bite your tongue. 
You look at her, stunned by the bluntness of her suggestion, but also recognizing the challenge in her eyes. 
Her words strike deeper than she may realize. Leaving isn't an option you've entertained, mainly because there's nowhere for you to go. No one left in your life to turn to. This makeshift “family” despite their reservation and distance, is all you have.
-
The days that follow are marked by a subtle but relentless isolation. 
In the training room, Wanda's partnership becomes more aggressive than usual. Her powers lash out without warning, her critiques sharp and cutting. You hold your own, but the lack of camaraderie is palpable. Each comment she makes stings, and with every barb, you feel more and more alone.
At meal times, the rest of the Avengers seem to be in their own world, deep in conversation, sharing stories, laughing. You sit at the end of the table, your presence barely acknowledged, a shadow among them. Your attempts to join in are met with curt replies or indifference. You try to brush it off, believing that you should be used to rejection by now. But no matter how much you tell yourself that you're accustomed to it, that you've developed a thick skin, the pain is still there, raw and fresh.
Mission briefings are no better. Your opinions and insights are consistently overlooked. You contribute where you can, but your ideas are dismissed without consideration. You are a tool, a means to an end, not a part of the team. The realization gnaws at you, festering in the pit of your stomach.
Casual encounters with the team become equally disheartening. Tony passes you in the hallway without so much as a glance. Natasha avoids eye contact. Bruce mumbles something noncommittal when you try to engage him in conversation. Steve's assignments are devoid of the warmth or encouragement he shows to everyone else.
Your cell becomes a constant reminder of your status, metaphor for how the entire team treats you. 
You’re both just a weapon and a first-aid kit at their disposal.
Wanda is relentless, her words sharp and her gaze cold. You have no idea why she treats you worse than any of them, why her manner towards you has turned so hostile. You don't understand why you get under her skin without even trying, why she seems to target you with a venom that feels deeply personal.
You were expecting that Wanda would be the one to understand what it feels like to be an outsider, given that you both share a common history as former HYDRA agents. 
As the days turn into weeks, the isolation wears you down. The walls of your cell seem to close in, and a growing determination to prove yourself begins to take hold. 
You'll show them all that you're more than just a disposable weapon.
But underlying that determination is a gnawing doubt, a fear that no matter what you do, it will never be enough to earn their respect, their trust, or their friendship. It's a lonely road, and for the first time, you begin to wonder if Wanda's earlier suggestion might hold some truth.
Perhaps it would be easier to leave.
-
It’s not like you know the extent of your abilities, but they bring you along the most dangerous missions for one thing:
Your healing ability.
On top of your martial arts training, you provide a sense of security to your teammates, knowing that you'll be there to heal them if they get hurt.
Now, you find yourself on one such mission, infiltrating a den of underground supers. These aren't ordinary criminals; they're mercenaries hired to carry out the dirty work of high-ranking government officials. It's a treacherous job, one filled with unknown risks, and you've been paired with Wanda for the operation.
As you and Wanda are attempting to escape, things take a turn for the worse. You find yourselves cornered in an alley, your escape route cut off by a group of armed thugs and a few individuals displaying unnerving superpowers.
Wanda takes on those with special abilities, her eyes glowing red as she unleashes her powers in a flurry of attacks. You, on the other hand, focus on the armed assailants, wielding two-handed pistols with expert precision. Bullets fly, and bodies fall as you both fight for your lives.
But in the midst of the chaos, you notice something that sends a chill down your spine. Snipers, perched on a nearby rooftop, taking aim at Wanda. Even with your healing abilities, you know that a precise shot to the head would be fatal.
“Wanda, get down!” you shout, but she's too engrossed in her battle to hear you. Your mind races, knowing that you have only seconds to act. 
Without a second thought, you turn and run towards Wanda, your body moving on pure instinct. Bullets whiz by your ear, but you keep going, your focus solely on reaching her before it's too late.
You leap into the air, positioning yourself between Wanda and the snipers just as they pull the trigger. 
You hear the distant release of the bullet, muted but deadly.
The world seems to slow down as you brace for the impact, only to feel the bullets bounce off your skin.
You land, unscathed, your mind reeling from the realization that you're bulletproof. But there's no time to dwell on it.
Wanda looks at you, her eyes wide with shock but also gratitude. “How did you–”
“No time!” you cut her off, urging her to keep fighting. “We have to get out of here!”
Wanda's eyes flare with a vivid scarlet as she zeroes in on the snipers in the vicinity. With a flourish of her hands, she uses her powers to locate each of their positions. A pulse of energy emanates from her fingertips, reaching out to the snipers' weapons, and within moments, the firearms disintegrate into dust, leaving the men defenseless.
Seeing an opening, you reach for Wanda's arm, your grip firm but not rough. There's no time to waste, and you start pulling her towards the exit, half running, half dragging her to safety. Her breath is warm on your neck, her body close to yours, as you weave through the maze of alleyways, your heart pounding in your chest.
Once you're at a safe distance, Wanda turns to you. “How'd you know you were bulletproof?”
“I didn't,” you admit, still in disbelief, and much to Wanda’s horror that you almost got yourself killed for her sake. “I just knew you weren't. And if those bullets got to you, I wouldn't be able to heal someone who's already dead.”
Wanda stares at you, her eyes searching your face as if she's trying to see something… deeper. Her lips part, like she wants to say something more, something that's just on the tip of her tongue but won't come out.
That's when you realize that you're still holding her arm, your bodies so close that you can feel her heartbeat. A flush of embarrassment washes over you as you become aware of the intimate proximity. Wanda clears her throat, a delicate, almost shy sound, and you immediately let go of her arm.
The silence that follows your sudden step back is heavy and awkward. You can't help but glance at the spot where your hand had been moments ago, still feeling the ghostly sensation of her arm beneath your fingers.
You look at Wanda, and she's looking back at you, her eyes wide and filled with something you can't quite name. 
And then, without warning, Wanda starts to laugh.
It's a soft, bubbling sound at first, almost as if she's surprised by it herself. Her laughter grows, becoming louder and more contagious, and you can't help but stare at her, your mouth agape, wondering if she's lost her mind.
“What's so funny?” you finally manage to ask.
Wanda wipes a tear from her eye, still chuckling. “I was just thinking,” she says, her nose scrunching, something you haven’t seen on her and you find it quite… adorable. “You're like a shield now. As effective as Steve's vibranium one, maybe even more so.”
The absurdity of the statement causes you to finally join in her laugh, and your heart seems to flutter at the sound of Wanda's glee.
“I don't know about that,” you say, trying to sound modest but unable to keep the smile off your face. “Steve's shield has a bit more style.”
“Oh, I don't know,” Wanda teases, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “There's something quite stylish about being bulletproof. And practical too.”
Was that a compliment?
You shake your head, still smiling, your previous awkwardness forgotten. You're not only pleased at the first light banter you've shared with a teammate but also smiling at something else, something that stirs deep inside you and that you're not quite ready to confront.
Your crush on Wanda Maximoff.
-
The toll of the day's event is weighing down on you and Wanda, but like every mission, you're required to report the details of the mission–successful or not. Your muscles are sore, your mind is weary, but the mission was a success, and you can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.
Arriving back at the Avengers compound, you follow Wanda into the debriefing room where Steve is waiting. Wanda explains what happened, how you discovered your newfound ability, and saved her life. Her voice is filled with respect and something more, something warmer, as she recounts your bravery.
Steve's face lights up with pride. “You both did well today. I'm proud of how you handled yourselves out there.”
You exchange a glance with Wanda, waiting for something more, perhaps some acknowledgment of your change in status within the team, or even an upgrade to your sleeping quarters. But instead, Steve simply nods, his face turning serious. “Dismissed.”
Wanda's face falls, and you feel a sharp pang of disappointment. You start to retreat towards your cell, the cold, windowless room that's been your home for months, but Wanda's voice stops you in your tracks.
“Wait a minute, Steve,” she protests. “After all that's happened, after all Y/N has done for us, don't you think it's time for a change? A real room, perhaps?”
Steve looks between you and Wanda. You hold your breath, hoping for a reprieve from the isolation you've been feeling.
Finally, Steve sighs, his face softening. “Wanda, if it were up to me, Y/N would have their own room already. But it's not that simple,” he explains, his voice strained. “I still need to place an official request with Tony. He's the one who approves these things.”
You can hear the frustration in Steve's voice, and you realize that he's fighting for you, in his own way.
“Fine,” Wanda says, crossing her arms. “But this needs to be done quickly, Steve. It's not right.”
“I agree. I'll talk to Tony first thing tomorrow.”
As you turn to leave and retreat back to your cell, Wanda's hand on your arm stops you, and you look back at her, surprised by the action.
“Come with me,” she says. Without another word, she leads you towards her quarters. 
Your heart quickens at her words, and you follow her, trying to process what's happening. 
Is she really inviting you to stay in her room?
Once inside her quarters, the reality of the situation sinks in, and a nervous tension takes hold. Her room is filled with personal touches–little trinkets, photographs, her clothes all over the place–that provide glimpses into a life you've only seen from a distance. You feel like an intruder, momentarily paralyzed as you take in the intimacy of her space.
Wanda seems to pick up on your hesitation, her eyes narrowing as she studies you. A smirk plays on her lips as she teases, “Don't look so terrified. I won't bite.”
You chuckle at her remark. “Well, that's a relief.”
Wanda's eyes sparkle with amusement, and she moves further into the room, gesturing for you to follow. “Make yourself at home,” she says. She then goes to the closet and begins to pull out a spare pillow and blanket. “You'll be staying here with me until we sort out a room for you,” she says.
“Thanks, Wanda,” you say softly.
Without further comment, you move to make your bed on the floor, your movements deliberate and slow as you try to give her space and respect her privacy.
“What are you doing?” Wanda asks, her eyes widening as she realizes your intention.
“I'm just getting ready to sleep,” you explain, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I'm quite tired.”
“No, what are you doing on the floor?” she clarifies, a hint of disbelief in her voice. “You're sharing the bed with me.”
“I wouldn't want to impose,” you say, though the offer is tempting.
“You're not imposing,” Wanda assures you, her eyes sincere. “You've earned a proper bed, and I trust you.”
The word 'trust' hits you like a wave, and you feel tears pricking at the back of your eyes. 
Blinking them back, your voice cracks a little as you reply, “Thank you, Wanda. That means more to me than you know.”
“Good night, Y/N,” Wanda whispers, turning on her side to face you.
“Good night, Wanda,” you say, just as softly.
You both settle on the bed, and with a flick of her wrist, Wanda uses her powers to switch off the light.
The softness of Wanda's bed is worlds away from the harsh, unforgiving mattress in your cell. You find yourself sinking into the plush comfort, every muscle in your body releasing the tension from the dangerous mission earlier. The scent of Wanda on the pillows only adds to the incomparable comfort they provide. The difference is staggering, and it contributes to you falling asleep much more quickly than you have in a long time.
In the middle of the night, you're stirred awake by the feeling of Wanda rolling closer to you. Her arm finds its way over your stomach, and her soft snores fill the room. Being ever alert, the small action wakes you, but as soon as you realize it's just Wanda, a smile forms on your face.
You lie there for a moment, taking in the warmth and the gentle pressure of her hand. A soft blush creeps up your cheeks as you place your hand over hers to keep it there.
You've become more than just teammates.
You've become friends.
And maybe, just maybe, something more.
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summary. | Your affair with your boyfriend’s dad escalates drastically.
prompts. | Steve Rogers + boyfriend’s dad + “You’re so cute when you’re struggling like that.” + cum-play, requested by Anonymous.
pairing. | dark!boyfriend’s dad!Steve Rogers x fem!reader.
warnings. | NON/DUBCON, smut, cheating, age gap, restraints, cum-play, fingering, male masturbation, orgasm (f), Daddy kink, praise, dirty talk, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics
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You can’t even begin to imagine what your boyfriend would say if he caught you.
Steve keeps telling you his son won’t be home anytime soon, but you doubt it. He has a way with words where he can get you to do anything, and that scares you.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy, baby,” the older grunts, keeping your legs spread open with one of his strong hands. His skin is flushed and covered in sweat—you can’t help but admire him, even though you shouldn’t. 
The affair should’ve ended ages ago, but every time you tried, Steve managed to convince you otherwise. 
“I should’ve tied you up a while ago—I love seeing you like this, all vulnerable…” Steve says, and you wiggle your fingers just a bit. He’s got your hands above your head, wrists tied together with a piece of red silk. You still have feeling in your arms, but the knot is tight enough to prevent you from breaking loose. 
Your boyfriend’s dad strokes his large cock, pre-cum dripping down and onto his pale hand. He stares at your cunt, admiring his work. Your clit is raw and puffy, and your hole is leaking with his cum. It drips down to your ass and then the bed, staining the navy blue sheets. 
“Do you like it, sweetie?” Steve questions, looking up at you. You’re a panting, writhing mess, with your chest rising and falling. Your tits beckon him to play with them, and so he does. 
The hand he used to keep your legs open—even though the special rope that he tied you to the bedposts with already does that—travels to your chest. He pinches at your hard nipples, and you whimper, pouting at the sensation. 
“Uh-huh, I love it, Daddy,” you tell him, your mouth operating before your brain has time to even think about what he’s asked you. But it’s true—you love everything he does to you, even though you always fight him a bit at first. But Steve likes that; it makes him so hard. “I know you do, baby.”
Steve leans forward and takes one of your nubs into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his teeth as he massages the other. He then switches, giving the other breast the same treatment until you’re saying, “Daddy… Please…”
You can feel the older man’s cock against your thigh, and you realize that you’re in need of another orgasm. When he’s around, you’re insatiable. Perhaps it’s the thrill of getting caught—the secrecy. Or maybe it’s just that Steve Rogers knows how to make you feel so good. 
“What does my princess need? Hm?” he questions once he pulls his mouth off your tit, releasing your nipple with a resounding ‘pop!’. “Wanna come again, Daddy… Please?” you ask sweetly, giving Steve your best puppy-dog eyes.
You catch sight of the greys that decorate his hair, especially in his beard. You’ve told him how much you love them before, and afterwards, he ate you out until you were crying.
“Daddy’ll make you come again, baby. Don’t worry,” he tells you, and you thank him nicely. “You’re such a good girl,” Steve coos. 
He stretches his dominant hand down to your messy pussy, and he rubs your folds just to tease you. You whine, and he chuckles. He reaches down to your leaking hole and groans when he feels just how wet you are. 
“Daddy really filled you up, huh, baby?” Steve notes, dipping his fingers into the mixture of his seed and your arousal. He coats his digits in his cum and pushes in, shoving two fingers into your cunt. Your back arches off the bed, and Steve praises you for taking his digits so well. “Daddy’s best girl.”
Steve begins to fuck you with his fingers, sometimes pulling them out entirely to spread his cum all over your pussy. The wet sounds that come from your pussy are so loud, but your moans drown them out. He curls his fingers skillfully, reaching that sweet spot that has your legs shaking just a bit.
“Fuck! ‘M gonna come,” you whimper, and the older man curses. “Gonna come for Daddy? Go on, make an even bigger mess, baby,” Steve urges.
As he says this, you come undone around his fingers. Your walls clench him, and you thrash around a bit from the amount of stimulation. 
“Good girl, so good for me,” Steve hums, and through your fucked-out stupor, you register the tell-tale chime of the sensor on the front door. Your boyfriend. He calls out, asking if anyone’s home.
Panic surges through you, and your stomach drops. Your sensual mood is immediately killed, and you try to wriggle out of the situation Steve has placed you in.
The older man chuckles. “You’re so cute when you’re struggling like that,” he says, and he doesn’t do anything to help.
“Steve! Untie me—he’s gonna catch us,” you spit through clenched teeth, scared and angry. “Mm, no,” he bluntly tells you, and you fight him even more. “Please! You can’t let him see us like this,” you reason, tugging at your restraints.
“I think it’s time he learns how much his girlfriend loves Daddy. Don’t you agree?” 
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myfictionaldreams · 10 months
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Did the reader ever used the safeword with Bucky and Steve? And how did they react/ deal with it?🥺
The Limit // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader
Summary: Everyone has a limit, this includes Steve and Bucky. What happens in different situations where each of you felt compelled to use your safewords?
A/N: thank you for the request! this has actually been requested quite a few times so I hope you all enjoy!
Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, fluff, angst, threesome, safeword use, rough sex, anal, intense, overstimulation, restraints, blindfolds, punishment, spanking, anxiety attacks, protective steve/bucky, emotional hurt/comfort, aftercare, teasing, begging, subspace, pet names, everyone needs a hug, not beta read
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During your intimate moments with Steve and  Bucky, there was nothing more important than communication. If you liked something, let each other know. If you wanted to slow down or pause, just simply say the word yellow or tap your fingers once. If you needed everything to stop immediately, whether it was to reposition or discontinue the action, then you’d say the word red or shake your head.
It was a good system to have, especially during moments when scenes would become more intense or rough, needing to know what the limits of the other are, how the fun could continue or the aftercare to begin. Communicating was key.
For example, on one occasion of using the safe word ‘red’, your wants and needs were more than your body could physically cope with.
You were absolutely and truly fucked, sweat coating your body, eyes dazed, the pupils so wide it gave the appearance that your iris’ were shaded black. You were deep into subspace, no thoughts making coherent sense other than the need to pleasure Steve and Bucky, saying anything the try and get more of them, even if it was pushing yourself over the edge. At that moment though, you didn’t care, having orgasmed so many times that your body was refusing to move of your own accord with how weak your muscles felt but luckily Steve and Bucky were more than happy to move you into whatever position you or they wanted.
Currently, you were bent over the desk in Steve’s at-home office, the sturdy oak rubbing against your stomach with each thrust from Bucky’s cock into your arse as your body writhed and pulsed through its unknown number orgasm. At this point, your mouth was permanently opening with the stream of pornographic moans coming out.
Even though you were completely exhausted and definitely should have had a break, or just completely stopped but all your spacey cock-drunk mind could think of was the fact that Steve and Bucky hadn’t cum yet and you needed for them to fill you up. Their stamina was sometimes the best thing but also the worst, when your desperation to get them to their own orgasms but your body was completely exhausted. Particularly in between your legs, your clit was overly sensitive that every touch had you jolting, and your pussy was puffy from the fucking from both men.
“Want you both at the same time, please…” you groaned, words slurring slightly as you attempted to look over your shoulder to Bucky who stroked a hand down your spine, his hips paused to allow your body to adjust to the orgasm but his cock was still very much deep in your ass.
“Think you can handle us, Doll?” Bucky asked with a soft gaze in his eye, trying to assess if you were actually ok to continue. To his right, Steve was doing the same thing, his hand moving up and down his shaft at a leisurely pace.
There was one thing you were good at and that was begging as you pushed your hips back against his, not really pondering on the discomfort that came with it. “Please daddies, want you both, wanna feel full”.
That seemed to convince them enough that the comfort of the cool wood against your face was replaced with Steve’s shoulder as Bucky had wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you with simplicity due to his inhuman strength. Your back was flush against his chest as Steve pushed against your front, his hands firmly under your knees to help keep you upright as your heavy head lolled onto his muscular shoulder.
“Pleaseeee”, you whined, sounding out of breath with the exhaustion of the rough sex you’d been having.
“I’ve got you baby”, Steve encouraged, his cock brushing against your clit as he tried to position it at your dripping hole. With your face now hiding in the crevice of Steve’s shoulder, neither he nor Bucky could see your visible wince due to the discomfort but still you held on to his blonde hair that curled slightly at the nape of his neck.
However, as Steve’s thick cock slipped into your over-used pussy, your low grunt that you made to match the instant tensing of all your muscles, Steve and Bucky’s eyes blazed with concern as they looked at each other over your shoulder.
“Hot Mama, what’s your colour?” Bucky questioned for your safe word, having already half-deciding that if you said green he wouldn’t believe you, blaming the subspace for pushing yourself past the limit of pleasure.
You had felt fuzzy when they’d first picked you up, but now, the discomfort and stinging from between your legs seemed to push some clarity back. Of course, you felt bad that Steve and Bucky still hadn’t cum but you knew it would cause more upset if they continued and caused you any further injury so accepting defeat, shoulders dropping, words now sounding more clear, “red”.
Steve and Bucky both loosened their position so they weren’t so squished against their bodies but still carefully held you up.
“Take a deep breath in and slowly release”, Steve instructed and as you breathed out, both cocks were simultaneously pulled out of your holes and you instantly felt relief. “Good girl, thank you for being honest with us, we’re going to look after you, ok?” Steve’s voice was gentle, as he continued to explain what was going to happen. “I’m going to wrap your legs around my waist and we’re all going to go to the bathroom, whilst Bucky gets you something to drink”.
This was exactly what they did, Steve taking all of your weight, wrapping your legs around his waist and then holding underneath your thighs to keep you upright as your body still felt like it was made of jello. You weren’t sure what to say, only thankful that you could trust these two men that would stop getting their own pleasure, so you kissed his neck softly, showing that you appreciated him. Steve’s grip tightened around you as he began walking out of the office and to the en-suit bathroom in your bedroom.
“Shower or bath?” he asked, mumbling the question against your temple, kissing the hairline even though you were still sheeted in sweat.
You contemplated for a moment, scrapping your fingers through his hair and decided that you wanted to be weightless and have just a moment to sit back and process everything. “A bath please”.
Steve filled the excessively large bathtub with hot, soapy water, knowing you all needed the heat to help relax the exserted muscles. Still holding you, he settled down, into the water, releasing a deep moan that vibrated against your chest as his grip on your thighs relaxed as you both were submerged.
His touch however didn’t end as he instead wrapped both of his arms around your back, holding you close to his front still. You felt safe in the embrace and the heat of the water soaking into your body, soothing the ache in your muscles and stinging between your legs.
A tap on your head alerted you to Bucky’s arrival as he crouched next to you, holding out a glass of orange juice with a reassuring smile. “Drink up mama, let’s start building up that energy, I’ve got some snacks on the bed as well”. Gently, Bucky tilted the glass to your mouth, helping you to drink the sugary drink that instantly quenched the thirst you didn’t realise you felt but also made you feel slightly more energised as you snuggled back against Steve.
The water lapped against the sides as Bucky climbed into the spacious bath, sliding in close to your side and kissing your bare shoulder, hand stroking over your upper back and with the sheer size of both of your boyfriend’s hands, the entire span of your back was not covered by Steve and Bucky.
“Are you ready to talk about it?” Bucky asked in between kisses along your skin. You nodded in response, pushing up off of Steve’s chest, testing your own strengths, surprising yourself when you were actually able to sit back fully on his thighs, noting the soft cock that now floated between your bodies in the soapy water. A pang of guilt settled in the pit of your stomach as you now looked between both boyfriends.
Steve tilted your chin with a single finger, making you look into his crystal-blue eyes, “I don’t like that look you’ve got, I’m glad you used your safe word, it’s the reason we’ve got them and Buck and I don’t need to cum to have a good time, do you understand that?”
“Yeah, I do”, you responded honestly.
“Good. Do you want to explain to us what happened?”
The three of you talked through everything, discussing what could be done differently next time like saying yellow and having a break or not trying to do every single sexual act possible in one evening. You even cheekily blamed their stamina for being too strong which earned a hearty laugh from them both before cuddling back onto Steve’s chest for a couple more minutes.
“Let’s get out of here honey”, Steve decided, beginning to shift to stand.
Your legs were still incredibly unsteady so you held on desperately to Steve as Bucky dried you with a fresh, warm towel, being careful over tender areas before helping to slip an oversized shirt over your head.
“Come here!”, you squealed as Bucky enthusiastically picked you up bridal style, kissing your cheek as your arms settled around his waist. It always felt odd when you were the one semi-clothed and your boyfriends were in the nude, usually, it was the other way around but you enjoyed it nonetheless, even though you’d been getting fucked by both of them not that long ago, you still admired their beautifully structured bodies.
“Eyes up, baby”, Steve joked from where he walked behind you, drying himself as he walked, purposelessly flexing his arms so the muscles bulged, and you bite your lip to hide your grin.
Bucky gently lay you in the centre of the bed, next to the collection of randomly selected snacks that ranged from sweets and chocolate to fresh fruits. The brunette slide in closely beside you, reaching around the begin rooting through the snacks before feeding you a couple of raspberries.
It was a peaceful end to the day and the complete opposite of how you thought it would be. The way they both tended to your needs meant that you were lost in a fuzzy headspace and even though your body would undoubtedly ache in the morning, you were just glad that you were with two men that always put your needs above their own and made you feel safe.
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The safe word wasn’t just for you though and there had been occasions where Bucky had to use it as well.
You were 10 spanks into a punishment, thrown haphazardly over Steve’s meaty thighs, your body completely nude and arse cheeks raw to the touch from Steve’s palm. You were thoroughly enjoying the roughness but Bucky on the other hand thought Steve was going too rough, ignoring your pleasured moans and sopping wet cunt to show your signs of arousal.
Internally, Bucky was panicking from where he watched in a chair opposite Steve. His fists were clenched painfully, not that he could send the pain from his metal arm but the gears creaked from how tightly he was tightening his hand. Bucky never enjoyed it when Steve was super rough with you, even though you were adamant that you enjoyed it, Bucky hated to see the pain that came with the pleasure. You were his sweet Doll, you deserved the best and he always thought it was counterproductive to do harsh punishments. This was also why it was Bucky’s job during these moments to make sure to say if things went too far as sometimes you would slip into a headspace that wouldn’t care for your safety and let Steve continue until you passed out, and this, they definitely didn’t want.
Most of the time, Bucky was fine watching, allowing Steve to do any of the rougher sides of things during sex but today, there was something that didn’t settle right within Bucky. Without processing what he was doing, he moved off of his chair and squatted down next to your face from where it stared at the floor. As soon as you felt his cool metal palm stroke your cheek, you reached to hold onto the wrist, keeping him there.
Steve’s hand continued to lay spanks against your arse, each one you gasped and then thanked him for it as per your punishment rules and if you forget, then he starts again.
Bucky wiped away the tears that always seemed to fall during these moments, “are you ok, mama?” he asks under his breath.
“Yeah”, you say with a quiver in your voice, another tear sliding down your cheek. Bucky looked up at Steve with uncertainty in his eyes, unsure whether you were actually fine to continue or it was just Bucky who was feeling anxious and unnerved. Steve raised a single perfect eyebrow, questioning Bucky’s look and this was where you sensed the silent conversation that was happening. “Please sir, I can handle it, I’m ok”, you reassured Steve to continue with a simple shake of your hips.
Steve glanced at Bucky one more time before continuing. Three more strikes later and you released a different sort of whine one that gave Bucky pure panic that rocked his core, not being able to hear it sounded like you were in pain as he suddenly shouted, “RED!”
Steve immediately stopped, his eyes filling with panic as he helped to lay you on the bed, careful of your sore arse but he needed to see your face. “Baby? Are you ok? Talk to me”, Steve encouraged as he stood over you.
Blinking back tears, your body was trembling with adrenaline but you were clearly confused by the sudden stop to the punishment, disorientated as you didn’t say to stop. “Im…I’m ok, I didn’t need to stop, m’fine”, you mumbled, your tongue feeling too big for your mouth.
Steve frowned, even though you were confused, he could clearly see she wasn’t at any point to stop, not showing any visible signs of being in significant pain or distress. Confused he turned to Bucky who had stood, breathing heavily like he’d just been for a run, his eyes wild and darting between his friend and you.
“I thought she- she sounded like she was in pain I… I didn’t-.. I couldn’t-”, Bucky hastily rubbed a hand over his face, struggling to fill his lungs with air as his panic continued to escalate. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the confusion of hearing you whimpering in pain or the realisation that he’d stopped something you were clearly enjoying or the disappointment that Steve was bound to feel for stopping a scene early, or just a mixture of everything.
In his panic, he didn’t see Steve standing to his full height, his face calm and understanding as he approached Bucky with his hands outstretched, “Bucky, calm down, she’s ok, she’s not hurt”, the mafia leader tried to calm his second in command, sensing the edge of composure that Bucky had was close to slipping.
“Yeah…yeah she’s ok…” Bucky repeated, trying to almost convince himself but it wasn’t much use as he was close to a panic attack, something he hadn’t experienced since his time in the war with Steve many years ago.
“Bucky?” it was you now to notice the distress of your boyfriend. Even though you still continued to feel confused, your own anxiety was beginning to creep up with seeing Bucky’s panic. With a weak attempt, you tried to reach for him, your hands still visibly trembling from the comedown of the punishment, your eyes now filling with tears as you didn’t manage to grasp onto Bucky.
“I’m- I’m sorry I just-”, Bucky turned away, running his hands over his trimmed hair, trying to get some composure, seeing you actually becoming distressed with seeing him like this. From your position on the bed, you watched Steve stand in front of his friend, so he was facing in your direction, his expression concerned as he placed a strong hand on Bucky’s shoulder. Steve leaned in close to Bucky, talking seriously but in a hushed tone “Buck listen to me, she’s fine, take a breath for me, she’s alright”.
You wanted nothing more than to be with Bucky and make sure that he was ok, rarely ever seeing him like this. Forcefully, you tried to shake your body from head to toe, attempting to snap out of the confused state you were in, your boyfriend needed you, so you needed to get a hold of yourself. With great effort and a heavy grunt, you rolled onto your side, swinging your legs in front of you to try and stand on them.
However, they were still very unsteady and you weren’t able to push off of the bed. Steve noticed over Bucky’s shoulder what you were attempting to do and quickly rushed forward to stop you from falling, “Baby be careful, we still need to do aftercare, stay on the bed”.
“But I need Bucky”, your voice wobbled as you looked at Steve with sadness and fear.
Hearing you say that seemed to snap Bucky out of his feared trance and he was kneeling in front of you in a couple of steps, but you still noticed the way he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, “I’m here Doll, I’ve got you”.
Finally having him close, you tried to wrap your arms around his shoulders, leaning close to hug him but it ended up being more than he was holding your body up but he was more than happy to do that. Repositioning the two of you, Bucky effortlessly manoeuvred your body into his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed, being careful of your sore arse cheeks as he positioned your legs on either side of his hips in a straddle.
Neither of you says anything as you continue to build more strength and hold onto his shoulders firmer, face nuzzling into his neck, trying to reassure him that you were ok. Your fingers still held a slight tremble but you stroked circled onto the back of his head, making sure you were feeling more aware before you began to speak, “I’m ok James”.
The use of had his sagging, the tension running from his body as Steve returned from the kitchen, carrying two glasses of water forcing you and Bucky to finish them. All three of you sat in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes, allowing for the tension that had been thick in the air to disappear as you and Bucky regained composure.
It was Bucky who spoke first, wishing to explain himself even though this was unnecessary, “I’m sorry, I think you were in pain and I just couldn’t bare to listen to it-”.
You cut him off by leaning back, looking into his eyes with a sad smile, “It’s ok, you don’t have to explain anything, I’m sorry I distressed you so much Bucky”. Leaning forward, you closed the gap between your mouths, kissing him softly and letting him just feel you for a moment, helping his tense posture to relax further.
Steve sat beside his friend, returning his comfortable hand to his shoulder. “Sometimes we can all get a little lost in the moment but that’s why we have the safe words, it’s for all of us, to protect us, that’s what this relationship is about. I’m sorry it ever got to this point Bucky”.
“I know, thank you, both of you”, he sounded relieved and significantly more calm as he kissed your bare shoulder.
Steve nods, passing an affectionate hand on the back of Bucky’s head before standing, returning from the bathroom with the salve for your burning arsecheeks, asking with a questioning eyebrow, “Would you like to do it or shall I?”
Bucky contemplated for a moment, thinking it would be nice to be able to soothe your sore cheeks but he was also enjoying the embrace and decided he’d much prefer to stay like that, “You can do it, Steve, I want to stay right here”, his arms tightening around your body as your nuzzled in closer to him.
From the position you were being held in with straddling Bucky’s lap, it still meant that Steve could massage the salve into your cheeks and you tried not to wince at the touch but then the salve instantly soothed your hot skin.
As he finished, he looked up at Bucky who was watching his movements carefully, “You know, we didn’t manage to finish the scene - not the punishment, that’s finished, but she wasn’t given the reward and I don’t want her to go through a subdrop tomorrow, what do you say Bucky? Want to reward her for being such a good girl”.
Steve already knew the answer from the way Bucky’s eyes darkened, his throat bobbing as he swallowed harshly. There was nothing Bucky wanted more than to hear your sweet moans, especially after the panic of hearing you in pain, he wanted to make you feel good, “I would love nothing more than to do that”. You smiled against Bucky’s neck, looking forward to what was to come, planning your own reward to Bucky.
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Steve held a significant amount of authority in his life, being the leader of his mafia gang, making all of the decisions to benefit others or take away their lives. So often in your relationship, you always joked about being in control for once and even attempted it on a few occasions by handcuffing Steve’s hands to the bed.
However, with his strength, he was easily able to snap out of them and regain control of the situation. It was Bucky who had the bright idea of using his strength that matched Steve’s to hold him down. This led to the current situation of Steve sitting in his office chair that was positioned in the middle of the room and his hands behind his back where Bucky held them with his metal hand.
All three of you were completely nude and you watched excitedly as Steve’s cock throbbed against his abdomen, desperate to be touched.
“Are you ready?”, you asked with giddy excitement, not bothering to hide your grin as you held the blindfold in your hand.
“More than ever, baby”, Steve responded with just as much enthusiasm, eyes taking in every inch of your naked body, trying to see as much as he could before he was blindfolded. With a seductive swing of your hips, you stepped forward in between Steve’s man-spread legs and placed the eyemask over his head, making sure it was secure and there weren’t any gaps that he could see out of. Steve was plunged into darkness, his arms flexing momentarily to check to hold Bucky had on him, only to find that it was very firm, there was no way he was getting out of it.
Grinning at Bucky over Steve’s shoulder, you began by placing a simple kiss on Steve’s lips, feeling him try and press firmer but you pulled back before he could try and gain control.
You thoroughly teased Steve for a bit, nipping and kissing the column of his neck before straddling one of his thighs, rolling your bare core against him so he could feel your arousal, watching his cock throb at the touch. It was exhilarating to see him in such a state and even though you never liked to really be in control of these moments, much preferring to be submissive, it was thrilling to hear the desperate groans of the most dangerous leader in all of Brooklyn, as you touched him everywhere except his cock.
Steve was both enjoying the dynamic and also finding it hard to adjust to not being able to see or touch your body with his hands. He always liked seeing you had a little bit more dominance but to take away his control completely was a different step he’d never taken before.
“Want to see you”, he admits, mouth hanging open to release a heavy breath as you stroked a firm line down his abs, once again skipping over his member. You don’t say anything but Bucky watches as you grinned, his own cock throbbing painfully hard as seeing the way you were teasing his friend.
“Please baby, I wanna see you”, Steve repeats, now realising just how much he missed your pretty face. You continue to not say anything, thinking that it added to the tension, especially as a bead of precum dripped from the tip.
The next part of your plan involved one of your favourite vibrators planning on holding it against Steve’s cock but as you stood to retrieve it, from the way you’d been straddling his thigh for so long, your legs felt slightly unsteady as you stumbled and accidentally stubbed your toe on the metal table leg.
You automatically squealed in pain, quickly smacking a hand to your mouth to stop any further yellow, looking back at Bucky with wide eyes as you tried not to laugh and cry from the pain at the same time. Of course, you still managed to be clumsy in such a sexual moment like you were currently in, silently thankful that Steve hadn’t seen otherwise he’d be teasing you endlessly.
Bucky was trying not to laugh as well, biting his lip as held in his chuckle, not noticing the way that Steve had tensed.
“Baby?” the restrained man asked, turning his head, not that he could see you. Your silent laughter to him sounded almost like you were crying with his heightened hearing, “Are you ok? What’s happening?”
You were still hobbling on one foot, massaging the pained toe with one hand whilst covering your mouth with the other hand, keeping in your increasing laughter. Because you were so distracted with easing the pain in your toe, you hadn’t noticed Steve going on high alert, spine straight, his arm muscles bulging from attempts to pull free of Bucky’s unbreakable grip.
It was only as he began to verbalise his panic, did you realise something was wrong, “Let go of me! RED!” Steve shouted with desperation causing both yours and Bucky’s hearts to hammer in your chests. Bucky immediately let go and Steve was instantly pulling off his mask as you rushed to limp over, arms reaching out to him.
“Are you ok? What’s wrong?” your hands cupped his distressed face, eyes wide with panic as he looked you over, seeing not life-threatening injuries before pulling you into his lap, forehead resting against your chest as you held him to you.
Steve doesn’t say anything immediately, just simply held you close as he tried to process what had just happened. Bucky walked around the chair, squatting down so he was eye level with the two of you as he asked, “Steve? What’s going on?”
Your fingers stroked gently through his hair, hoping that the touch was helping to calm him. “I’m sorry Steve, did we take it too far?”. You thought maybe it was the lack of control that had him panicking.
Steve’s voice was muffled as he spoke against your skin, “It… it wasn’t the control I didn’t like, I just couldn’t see you, I couldn’t get out... If someone came in, if someone came to get you I couldn’t get to you-”
He began to struggle with controlling his breathing again so you quietly shushed into his ear, holding him closer and realised that it wasn’t the lack of control with sex that he didn’t like. It was because he thought you were hurt and he couldn’t get to you and assumed the worst. You immediately felt guilty having caused him such distress.
“I’m always safe when you’re around Steve, I’m sorry I scared you”. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly as he finally pulled back to look into your eyes, taking a deep breath that filled his lungs completely before releasing it.
But then he notices something out of the corner of his eye, the panic returning once more as he stated, “You’re bleeding”.
You glanced down to where he was looking and finally noticed that where you’d walked into the table, you’d formed a small cut that had bled only a few drops of blood.
“Shit”, you say under your breath, looking back into his worried face as Bucky instantly held onto your foot, his metal hand helping to cool the hot skin. “I stumbled when I stood up and hit my toe on the metal legs of the table, it’s just me being clumsy that’s all, I’m not seriously hurt”.
Steve sighed, now understanding the noise he’d heard, his forehead dropping onto your shoulder as you nuzzled into his hair, holding him close. After a few minutes of him calming down, you asked, “Everything ok?”
The man in your arms leaned back, looking ashamed now as he began to speak, “Sorry for killing the mood-”, your hand was fast to cover his lips, cutting off his words.
“Nope, I’m not having that”, you say simply, giving him a stern look.
“Yeah man, we want you to enjoy times like this, remember? You always remind us that these words are there for a reason, if you feel unsafe then you have to use them no matter what”.
“It’s not my safety I was worried about”, Steve responded honestly whilst looking up at you.
Leaning forward, you kissed each of his cheeks gently, seeing his eyes close at the touch before you kissed his lips, trying to show how much you appreciated him with the touch. Leaning your forehead against his, you affectionately joked, “Always my knight in shining armour”.
Bucky stood beside you, catching both of your attention as he light heartened decided the next steps, “Let’s get dressed, get some take out and go home”. Gently he patted Steve’s shoulder and rubbed your back before walking over to the dumped clothes from earlier.
What you hadn’t been expecting was Steve standing suddenly with you in his arms still, “You can put me down!” you’re laughing as you say this, holding tightly onto his neck.
Steve finally smiled, “Not with your foot injury”, he jokes but you knew it was more than that with the way he was stroking your skin with his thumb and the intense gaze with which he looked at you. You knew he needed to feel you closer, even with the immediate danger having been explained to him, he needs to just make sure that you were safe.
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eloquentreverie · 6 months
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Hiiiii, can I request fem reader losing her virginity to protective, Nomad or End Game Steve please??? tysm!
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𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: steve rogers x girlfriend! reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After a few months of dating, Steve's return home and newfound stability have created the perfect opportunity for you to consider taking your relationship with him to the next level.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, loss of virginity, little use of y/n, p in v sex, unprotected sex, established relationship. vaginal fingering (fem rec), oral sex (fem rec)
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫❜𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I couldn't really make mind. So technically this is nomad!steve without the beard. I hope you like this anon. Haven't written this trope in awhile!
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑
“I miss your beard,” she whispered against his lips, straddling his lap as she played with his longer hair, letting her hands run through the soft strands. “I know you had to grow it out when you were on the run but, I don’t know. I think you should grow it back, for me.” She pulled away slightly, pouting as she looked up at him.
Steve’s hands rested at her sides, rubbing soft little circles on her hips as he listened to her talk, a small smirk curling at the corners of his mouth.
“You like the beard, huh?” His smirk grew into a mischievous grin. “Why? Think it would feel good between your thighs?”
He caught her in another kiss before she had the chance to reply. His question made her stomach churn with butterflies as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She whimpered against his mouth as one hand traveled upward from her hip and stopped right on top of her left breast.
Steve grinned as he gently massaged her breast through the thin fabric of her t-shirt and the cotton of her bra. With his other hand, he gripped her hip again and firmly brought her closer to his lap, pressing himself flush against her warmth.
He ran his tongue over her bottom lip and moaned low when she parted her lips so that their tongues could swirl together. They didn’t get many nights like this alone, being the only two in her apartment since James had been called away by Natasha on some super-secret mission, but when they did finally have each other all to themselves, it was always mind-blowing.
Steve slowly began rocking his hips forward as they continued to kiss, making them both moan into each other’s mouths as friction built up between them.
He kissed across her jaw until he reached the base of her neck and sucked gently. She moaned softly before pulling away to look down at him. “Steve, I think I’m ready.”
When Steve looked up, the glazed lust had been replaced by sudden apprehension in her boyfriend’s baby blues. “Ready?”
A slow smile spread across her face. “Mmmhmm. All the way this time.” She leaned down to nip at his lips before kissing him deeply.
Steve returned the kiss slowly, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her body even closer to his. His other hand left her breast and slid underneath the hem of her t-shirt. It traced soft patterns on her back before working its way higher, fingers skimming along the strap of her bra.
Steve pulled away again, his hand cupping the side of her cheek. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? I don’t want to pressure you.”
She nodded with a small smile, leaning forward to kiss him briefly. “I’m ready,” she reassured him, her hand gripping at the short hairs at the nape of his neck.
Steve hummed into the next kiss, and then he stood suddenly, picking her up with him. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, feeling dizzy from the change of position and from his kisses. He kept a strong hold of her and carried her through her bedroom door.
As soon as they entered, Steve sat on the bed with her in his lap, not parting their kiss for a single moment. She grinned against his mouth, loving when he displayed his super soldier strength and just picked her up without effort.
She rocked her hips, rubbing her heat over the front of his pants, causing them both to groan loudly. He smiled against her lips before pulling away. “I love how eager you are. But before we go any further, tell me what you like?”
Y/N stared at him blankly. Steve pressed a sweet kiss to her lips.
“What do you like? What do you want me to do to you?” He kissed her nose as her expression softened. “What kind of touch do you like? Do you like soft or rough? Gentle or hard?” A soft chuckle escaped his throat. “Tell me how you want it, sweetheart. I’ll give it to you however you like.”
Her cheeks burned, knowing there was no option but to be honest with Steve. Her boyfriend wasn’t known for backing down until he had gotten the most information possible on a subject; she had always appreciated his dedication to preparation and research when they were in situations where it could cost them their lives.
But having sex with Steve Rogers was on another level of anxiety-inducing. “I, um... I like it hard,” she mumbled bashfully, looking away.
Steve kissed the side of her head tenderly before reaching up to tangle his fingers into her hair and bring her gaze back to meet his. “Hard?” he asked, an amused grin lighting up his face. “That can mean lots of things. Tell me more.”
Her cheeks heated even more, creeping down onto her neck and chest, and Steve kissed her sweetly once again, nibbling on her lower lip before pulling away. “Well, I’m not sure since this is my first time...” she replied awkwardly, letting the sentence hang in the air.
“So, I’ll show you,” he murmured in her ear, sending shivers down her spine as she clung tighter to him, her hands gripping his shirt. “It doesn’t have to be a big deal, you know. We’ll figure out what you like. Alright?”
She nodded, relaxing slightly as she looked at him.
Steve’s gaze seemed darker than usual as he leaned forward to brush his lips against hers. “If you’re nervous, we can start slow. I’ll keep going, okay?” His voice was soft and reassuring. She felt butterflies stir once more as she thought about him continuing whatever he had in store.
She wanted so badly to let herself just let go and enjoy his attention, to give all of her to him without any barriers between them. Her entire body was quivering in anticipation and the desire for release, and she didn’t want to waste any more time. She trusted him so much that she felt like she was on cloud nine. “Okay,” she finally said.
His lips grazed against her jawline again. “Then relax,” he breathed against the sensitive skin there before nibbling lightly on the flesh, drawing out an involuntary gasp.
“You’ve already loosened up so nicely. Just feel.”
And then Steve began his ministrations, his mouth traveling slowly down her neck before leaving open-mouthed kisses along her collarbones and chest, alternating between light sucks and gentle bites as he worked his way from one shoulder to the other. He leaned back slightly, taking off her shirt as his eyes met hers.
When he did, she swore she saw sparks dancing in his gaze as they scanned her body. She tried to stay calm while watching his movements closely, though she couldn’t help shivering under the intensity of his stare.
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He gradually slipped out of the rest of his clothes until the two of them were just in their underwear. “Let’s begin.” His voice sounded smooth and controlled, but he was smiling devilishly up at her. She whimpered at the loss of contact and buried her face into his chest.
“Trust me.”
He gently pushed her back on the bed as he hovered above her, his lips trailing kisses down her neck once more. As if he was trying to memorize every dip, curve, or mark on her skin. His hands stroked up and down her sides and over her hips as his kisses continued down her chest, past her breasts and towards her navel.
He paused when he reached the line of her panties before dipping lower to pepper kisses at the tops of her thighs, using his teeth to scrape over her soft skin lightly, which made her legs twitch slightly. He smirked against her skin and repeated the action a few times until her leg trembled involuntarily again. “Steve,” she breathed.
Steve chuckled softly as his hand brushed across her clit. “I like the way you say my name, sweetheart,” he mumbled, before continuing to leave burning kisses on her skin. “Say it again.” His hand slid beneath the material of her panties, and his fingers spread to cup her completely, holding her heat right there.
She couldn’t stop a soft gasp from escaping as his middle finger slipped between the folds, rubbing slow circles around the sensitive bud.
“Stevie!” she moaned softly, arching her back up slightly against the touch of his hand, and his breath fanned over her hot, slick center. He dipped his tongue between her folds, licking broadly at her clit.
Her hands gripped tightly at the blankets underneath her as she gasped. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, and completely unlike anything she had ever felt. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself, so she stayed perfectly still.
The sensation continued to build as he licked and sucked her sensitive flesh into his mouth, sucking her clit between his lips, applying the slightest amount of pressure against the bundle of nerves.
He curled his finger inside of her, stroking over her g-spot before adding a second finger. She bucked her hips upwards against his face.
“Oh god... oh god, Stevie! I’m... oh god I think I’m gonna c—” Her words cut off in a loud cry as a wave of ecstasy swept through her body, sending goosebumps along her limbs.
He smiled against her soaked heat as he licked up and down her slit, tasting her wetness before pressing a kiss to her swollen clit. “That’s it, baby. Give me all of it,” he encouraged with a sly smirk before lowering his face between her thighs again and lapping eagerly at her soaked entrance.
After she came down from her high and her body relaxed, his lips pressed another kiss to her sex before pulling away. “Do you want to continue?” He crawled up the bed until he hovered over her.
She nodded, wrapping her arms around her neck. “Yes. I want you inside me,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip. Steve gazed at her for a long moment, his eyes dark and predatory as he looked her up and down, seeming to decide whether he should deny her wish or give her everything she wanted. She hoped he would give in because she definitely needed him at this point. “Please,” she begged. “I need you.”
Steve gave her a soft smile, reaching out to trace his finger down her nose gently. “Okay.”
She sighed contently and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers together, letting her thumb stroke the side of his palm. “I promise to go slow. Let me know if I’m hurting you, alright?”
She nodded again as she stared up at him, taking note of how beautiful he was in this lighting as the soft yellow light of the sunset washed over his skin and shone in his bright blue eyes. The shadows danced along his face, accentuating his jaw and cheekbones. She reached her free hand up, cupping his cheek. “Thank you for this.”
He turned his head to press a kiss to her palm, his eyes locked on hers as he smiled. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
Her heart thudded excitedly, and she tugged on his hand, pulling him closer to her until their bodies lined up together and her bare breasts brushed against his chest.
Their mouths met again, kissing slowly, exploring every inch of the other person’s mouth. When they finally broke apart, they were panting heavily as their eyes met, gazing hungrily at each other.
“I want you, Stevie. Please.”
Steve nodded once, leaning down to brush his nose against hers. “My pleasure,” he murmured softly.
Y/N shifted slightly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he aligned his length against her dripping core and sank his cock inside of her slowly, inch by delicious inch. She squeezed around him, desperate for friction, as he buried his face into her neck and groaned.
His thrusts started off shallow, keeping the pace slow and steady. She clung tight to his body, nails digging into his skin, wanting so badly to make him move faster. “Fuck. Oh fuck. Faster please, I wanna feel you.”
Steve grunted as he lifted his head up from her shoulder. “Patience, baby. I got you.” He kissed her again and quickened the pace of his thrusts. His tongue stroked lazily over hers and she couldn’t help but whimper against his mouth at the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her wet heat.
Her toes curled. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her as she met each thrust with her own hips. His breaths were heavy and hot on her neck and cheek, making her shiver at the feeling.
His rhythmic movement and the constant stimulation had her walls pulsing around his hardness, clenching down on him like a vice. The feeling was almost overwhelming, almost painful, but unbelievably incredible all at once.
She moaned, throwing her head back as she dug her heels into his lower back, pressing him forward, urging him to go even harder. He obliged with ease, slamming into her repeatedly, his hips moving with a fluid motion. She felt another orgasm building fast within her as he kept pounding against her G-spot. She cried out, gasping as she clung desperately to his shoulders.
They both moaned as they climaxed together, bodies writhing and shuddering together while waves of bliss crashed over them. Steve rested his forehead against hers as he panted, peppering sweet kisses across her face.
Once they caught their breath, Steve pulled out of her and rolled off of her, lying next to her on his side. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer so she could now feel his body heat against her skin. “How do you feel, honey?” he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss on her temple.
“Happy,” she replied immediately, snuggling into his embrace. Her chest felt like it was full of helium and about to float away. It was such a satisfying feeling; this contentment, this relief at finally having done something she’d been wanting to do for months. Finally, being intimate with her boyfriend after all this time. A satisfied smile spread across her lips. “I love you.”
Steve placed a hand under her chin, lifting her head up to meet his gaze. They locked eyes, their breathing heavy and ragged as they stared deep into each other’s souls. “You’re amazing,” he sighed. “Beautiful. Perfect in every way.” He captured her bottom lip between his teeth, gently sucking on the swollen flesh. “And I love you too.”
As their eyes closed, his arms wrapped around her, cradling her body tightly against his, holding her protectively and securely as he whispered sweet praises to her. “Perfect, sweetheart, perfect... absolutely magnificent.”
He ran his hands down her sides, gripping her hips tightly before bringing one of them to cup her ass possessively. Her eyes shot open as she gasped in surprise at the sudden gesture, his words only further exciting her.
“What are you doing?” She asked, laughing softly.
Steve didn’t reply. Instead, he simply stared deeply into her eyes, his pupils blown wide with lust. His gaze flicked between her face and her chest, seemingly torn between which part of her he wanted to look at more intensely.
His nostrils flared slightly, a small hint of pink coloring his cheeks as he watched her intently. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, furiously blinking away whatever thoughts crossed his mind, struggling to regain control.
As he watched her carefully, his jaw clenched as if fighting a primal urge to take her once again. She squirmed in place, feeling self-conscious under his intense gaze, wishing he would stop staring so fiercely at her.
Slowly, he inched closer to her until his forehead touched against hers. His eyes fell closed, his breathing steady as he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her perfume, her sweat, her musk. Her fingers found themselves threading through his golden locks, tracing delicate patterns through them as his warm breath tickled her nose and cheeks.
“I’m glad you’re my first,” she mumbled, voice husky with sleep, breaking their silence. Steve chuckled lowly, raising a hand to caress the side of her face.
He pressed a tender kiss to her lips before laying his head back down on his pillow. “Me too, sweetheart. Go to sleep. We can talk in the morning about what just happened here.”
She giggled tiredly before burying herself into the crook of his neck. “Just promise me one thing, okay? Promise you’ll consider growing back the beard? I miss it.” He laughed.
Steve held her close, running his fingers through her hair soothingly. As the minutes ticked by, Y/N found her eyes growing heavier and heavier until they eventually fluttered closed.
And as she drifted off to dreamland, she swore she heard Steve whisper something softly in her ear before slipping into unconsciousness. “Anything for my darling.”
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worksby-d · 6 months
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Can't Wait That Long
Pairing: senator!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader
Request: “I love your senator Steve drabbles.😍 Could you do one where Steve realizes he wants kids so he wants to start breeding you, like IMMEDIATELY.”
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Warnings: AU, kind of public sex, unprotected sex, 18+
Word count: ~1,000
a/n: I didn't realize how much I missed Steve until that lil prompt request the other week 😩 So I dug through the absolute depths of my inbox and found this request from almost two years ago 💀🙏
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Steve can’t stop his gaze from constantly drifting toward you as you play with some of his team’s kids on the other side of the glass panel dividing the meeting room. You quickly—too quickly—volunteered yourself to keep them entertained, much more interested in sitting on the floor with a group of kids than listening to any more campaign talk from your husband. 
As the afternoon winds down, he’s able to slip away while everyone is finishing up and sticking around to eat lunch. 
He walks into you helping the kids build a block tower and knows he better not startle anyone, standing in the doorway until you notice him out of the corner of your eye. He waves, a gesture definitely meant for you, but the kids have spotted him now and wave back, shouting at him to look at their tower. 
“That’s taller than you guys!” He marvels and they laugh at him. “Can I steal Y/N for a little while?” 
He asks kindly, but they don’t want you to go, moving closer to you to trap you in place. 
“I promise you can have her back later.”
He holds his hand out for you to help you off the floor and you repeat his promise, telling them the block tower isn’t done so you can’t possibly leave for good yet. They believe you more than him, so they reluctantly let you get up. 
He barely gives you the chance to fix your skirt once you’re standing up before he’s making a beeline with you for the farthest away office in the building.
Locking the door behind you, he’s on you instantly, pushing you against the wall gently, but hard enough to elicit an oof out of you. 
His kiss is passionate and deep, and it takes your breath away. 
When his lips move to your jaw and to your neck, you’re able to catch your breath and let out a laugh. “What’s gotten into you?”
You’re no stranger to sneaking off with him, but admittedly, it has been awhile. 
He lets up for just a moment, pressing a much softer kiss to your lips as he composes himself the best he can. 
“I can’t stop watching you out there with those kids. I don’t want to wait any longer…”
You narrow your eyes on his, pretty sure you know what he’s getting at. “You mean…”
“I wanna have a baby with you,” he blurts out. “I know we discussed waiting until the election is over in the fall, but I can’t– I can’t wait that long.”
He waits until he sees your smile to let himself break into one. You hold his face in your hands, pulling him back in for a kiss. Your quiet moan into his mouth as it becomes more heated has him snapping back into control. 
“Turn around,” he instructs, stern voice sending a shiver down your back. 
His hold on your waist loosens so you can obey, turning to face the wall, placing your hands in front of you as you arch your back. You know the drill. 
“Good girl,” he coos, leaning closer again to kiss your neck. “Can you be quiet for me?”
“Yes,” you nod, gasping softly, feeling his hard cock against your ass. 
His hands are on your hips keeping you in place, but he slips one around to your stomach. “You’re gonna look so pretty pregnant.”
You moan as his hand drops lower, pulling your skirt up around your waist so his fingers can slip under the waistband of your panties. 
“Steve,” you whimper. He brushes a finger along your slit, applying pressure to your clit. “Stevie–”
“You told me you could be quiet,” he chides teasingly. 
“Sorry.” Your quiet laugh turns into biting your lip to keep your moan silent as he moves his hand to pull your panties aside and you hear him unzip his pants. 
He’s become an expert at quickies, thrusting his cock into you before you have a chance to become a desperate, begging mess, knowing that would risk you getting caught for sure. He saves the teasing for when you’re at home.
“Fuck,” you curse, letting your eyes flutter shut. “Feels so good.” 
“I know, baby.” His steady pace becomes quicker, knowing the whines you’re letting out mean you want more. 
You drop a hand from the wall to hold onto his on your waist, linking your fingers together. 
“Wanna make you a daddy, Stevie,” you whisper.
He can barely hold himself back, letting out a groan as he leans into you, fucking you deeper and whispering against your neck. 
“Need you to cum for me, sweetheart.” He has you right on the edge. “Come on.” 
He knows you well enough to know he has to bring a hand up to cover your mouth, just in time to stifle your moan as you cum. Your knees go weak and you’re thankful for his hands on you keeping you up. 
“That’s my girl,” he grunts. He’s no better than you, having to hide his face against your neck to muffle his own moans as he works you through your high, coming undone at the same time. 
His hold on you becomes softer as you both work to catch your breath. You instantly miss him when he carefully pulls out and steps away to grab a box of tissues for you.
You’d make fun of him for how unromantic the gesture is if you weren’t still numb with pleasure. 
Once you’re both cleaned up, he pulls you back into his arms and you happily rest against him, head on his chest. 
“I was serious,” he says quietly, rubbing your back. “That wasn’t just a spur of the moment thing. I don’t wanna wait if you don’t.”
“I don’t either.” A sense of relief washes over him hearing you say it. “But I do kinda want to wait at least until we’re home next time,” you chuckle, lifting your head to wink at him. “This isn’t at the top of my list of places I want to conceive our child at.” 
He laughs, looking around at the dark, cold office he drew you into. “Agreed.”
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anonymousmink · 8 months
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Art request for an anon of some Avengers with their pets! I went for TEAM CAPT (Bucky + Alpine, Nat + Liho, and Sam + Figaro)
Bonus Art: Steve did not get the memo!
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Reblogs are loved but please don’t repost this art! Commissions are open! 💜
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nicoline1998enilocin · 7 months
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Can you write soft smut with Steve like morning cuddles lead into that?
Mornin', Captain!
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PAIRING | Husband!Steve Rogers x Pregnant Wife!Female!Reader
WORD COUNT | 1.6K
SUMMARY | You and Steve are enjoying a comfortable Monday morning at home, spending the entire morning in each other's arms while thinking about nothing but each other and the little life growing inside you. The two of you could get used to this and are starting to plan a life with your little human inside your belly.
WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Established relationship [ Husband & Wife ], smut [ Slow morning sex, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), multiple orgasms, nipple play, daddy kink, implied aftercare ].
A/N | Thank you so much for this request! I already had something similar in my drafts and decided to work them into one, I love that you gave me the push I needed to finish it!
Also, let's not think too hard about the fact that the GIF is, in fact, of Chris and not Steve. He just looked too hot not to use for this fic. 🖤
Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🩷
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Quiet Monday mornings with your husband are rare the last few months, so you are soaking in every second while you can. However, since you're currently five months pregnant, sleep is a luxury you're enjoying less of nowadays.
Because of that, you're cuddling with your heater in the form of your very own super soldier. His hand is splayed on your bare stomach as his thumb rubs softly back and forth in a soothing motion.
''I still can't believe a little human is forming inside you right now,'' Steve whispers in your ear, and you smile softly at his words.
''Well, you can trust me when I say it's true because they're constantly keeping me up or having me go to the bathroom,'' you say as you chuckle.
This afternoon is the appointment for your ultrasound to find out the gender of the baby, and you've been very excited for the last week to find out.
''Today we're gonna find out what the little human is going to be,'' you tell Steve, and he nods as he gives soft kisses on your neck and your shoulders while his hand keeps rubbing your stomach. You put your hand over his and let out a small sigh as you settle into his touches.
''C'mere hot Mama,'' Steve says, gently guiding you onto your back. This way, he can finally give you a deep, loving kiss like he's been thinking about the entire time.
''Hmm, Steve,'' you moan softly as his kisses move from your soft pink lips to your jaw, down your neck, and onto your collarbone. When his trails reach your sensitive nipples, he pays them special attention.
His mouth wraps around one of your nipples, and he starts suckling softly, earning himself high-pitched moans at how he's making you feel.
His other hand is softly kneading and ghosting over your other nipple, careful not to hurt you as he does this. His tongue lavishes over your stiffened peak as he keeps softly suckling.
When that one gets too sensitive, he moves on to the other, repeating the same actions to turn you into a moaning mess underneath him.
After that, he moves down to your stomach, one of his favorite parts of your body. His hand roams over the skin as he whispers sweet things to your baby.
Soft kisses are littered, each stretchmark getting extra attention because Steve knows how insecure you are about them.
''I'm still in awe that you're carrying our beautiful child and married someone like me. I still find it hard to believe that you would choose someone like me,'' he says as you rub your hands through his hair.
''Well, I just stuck with my gut here. It said, 'I like that one, let's trap it!' and here we are. That's all there is to it, really,'' you shrug before bursting out in laughter.
''Sometimes you're unbelievable! But I'm glad you did because I can't imagine being anywhere else than with the two of you,'' he says as he places a few more soft kisses on your stomach, laughing when the baby kicks him.
''See, even they are telling you to hurry up already! Mama needs her-'' is all you can say before the air is knocked out of your lungs by Steve attaching his lips to your sensitive, throbbing clit.
A long, broken moan leaves your lips as he works up to your orgasm, which isn't hard to do since you're always turned on beyond belief due to your pregnancy.
''S-Steve, gonna cum!'' you say as your back arches off the bed, and he keeps licking and sucking on your sensitive bud until you come undone underneath him.
He keeps working you through your orgasm, and when he's done, he can't stop praising you and telling you how beautiful you are.
''You did so well for me, Mama; you're doing so good for me. Perfect when you cum for me like that,'' he says as he rubs your stomach again.
He goes to lay on your side, and you turn your head to kiss your wonderful husband.
His hand never left your stomach, and he keeps rubbing soft circles and laughing when he feels the baby kick again. The two of you lie like that until your hand snakes between your bodies and grabs Steve's still-hard cock.
''Want to feel you stretch me out, Daddy,'' you breathe against his mouth, and he doesn't hesitate for even a second.
Soon your legs are bent upwards and leaning against his shoulders, his thick cock slowly piercing you as he's sitting on his heels, his thighs spread wide so he has the perfect angle to slide in.
''Oh, d-daddy! Stretch me out so well!'' you say, and Steve lets out a deep groan as he bottoms out. He lets you adjust to his size, and when that's done, he sets a slow, loving pace.
All he wants to do is make you fall apart over and over by making love to you, and right now's the perfect start for doing just that. Soft moans and the sound of skin on skin fill the room, but neither of you cares since you're too wrapped up in pleasure.
Steve keeps going for a while, but when he suddenly rubs your clit your orgasm washes over you with such force you squirt all over his stomach, legs, and the bed.
After the build-up and constant keeping you on edge, the release is sweet, and your back is arching off the bed as he works you through it before shooting his ropes of cum deep inside you.
When you have come down from your highs, you decide to take a bath together and relax until it is time to get ready for your ultrasound.
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You're getting ready for your ultrasound and are now wearing your new pair of maternity coveralls you've wanted to wear for a while. Combined with a couple of sneakers and your hair in a ponytail, you're ready to go.
''Wow, those look amazing on you. Now you are one hot Mama!'' Steve says as you walk into the living room, where he waits for you.
''Thank you, I'm so happy I can finally wear this!'' you say as you grab your sunglasses.
Steve is decked out in sunglasses, a baseball cap, and a simple outfit not to be recognized outside. Aside from the Avengers, nobody knows you're pregnant, and you'd like to keep it that way for a while longer.
The trip to the hospital is smooth, and when it's finally time to go in, a nurse calls you in.
''Mrs. Rogers-Y/L/N?'' she says, and you get up with the help of Steve.
''Yeah, right here!'' you say, and when you're finally standing, you interlace your fingers with Steve's, who squeezes it reassuringly.
''Alright, you can lay down on the table and open your coveralls and lift your shirt,'' she says, and you happily do so. When that's done, you grab Steve's hand again, and he places a kiss on your forehead.
''Are you ready to see your baby again?'' the nurse asks after applying the gel, and you nod.
When you hear the rapid heartbeat and see the little human inside you moving, you tear up again; it is still the most beautiful thing you have ever witnessed.
''Do you want to know the gender of your baby?'' and both of you happily agree that you want to know.
''You two will be having a gorgeous baby boy!'' she says, and you can't believe it! Tears start streaming down your face in a steady stream now that you know.
The nurse prints out the ultrasound pictures, and when you're back at the Compound, you can't wait to show all the other Avengers.
''Guys, we're gonna have a baby boy!'' you say as you run into the room where they're all having lunch, and everyone cheers and congratulates the both of you.
After lunch, you pull Steve and Bucky apart to tell them something, though Steve already knows what you'll say.
''Bucky, Steve, and I have been thinking about something, and we want to run the idea past you. Well, two ideas, actually,'' you start, and he nods.
''Alright, is everything okay?'' he says, a little concerned.
''Everything is great, but we wondered if you were okay with being our son's godfather. Nat has agreed to be his godmother, and nothing would make us happier than for you to take care of him if it would ever be needed,'' you say, and he starts tearing up.
''Please tell me this isn't some joke? That you're asking me this? Because you know I would do it without a doubt in my mind, right?'' he says, and you nod with a big smile.
''We mean it, Buck. And there's one more thing we want to tell you,'' Steve starts, and Bucky looks over to his best friend.
''We were hoping to name our boy after you, so his name would be James Axyl Rogers,'' Steve says, and Bucky doesn't know what to say, so he wraps his arms around his best friend in response.
You rub Bucky's back softly as he keeps hugging his best friend, grateful for everything he's done for him up to now, and this is just the cherry on top.
''I love you both so much,'' he says as he pulls away and pulls you into the hug, so all three of you are hugging.
''We love you too, Bucky. We always have, and we will be with you until the end of the line,'' you say, earning yourself an even tighter hug.
''Guys, still pregnant!'' you say, and they release you with a laugh.
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assembletheimagines · 28 days
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was thinking about steve and a shield agent also avenger living in the compound but having like lots of sexual tension so both make goofy jokes about hook up and then they do but hard and dirty :)
A/N: Omg yes please. Also, if people don't realize I publish without proofing first- apologies!
Warnings: Oral (f. r), dirty talk?, a smidge or hint at a dom!Steve? (like squint and turn your head- it's a little vibe)
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The air in the room fills with electricity when the words fall from your lips. Your inner thoughts winning in the moment when Steve and you were lounging in the library of the compound. You two had been relaxing, going back and forth with teasing smiles and lingering looks.
The energy in the small room building as you talked innocently as friend and coworkers normally do before diving into more mature topics. Toeing the line, before your tongue became a little too loose and you admitted you've never orgasmed from someone else.
Steve’s blue eyes darken at your confession the same time your cheeks color red. "It's fine, it just take a moment for me to climax, it's just easier to do it myself, y'know?" The words falling from your lips in a jumble as you try to back pedal but only dig your grave further down. He doesn't say anything for a moment, the silence thick in the air as you wish the couch you were sitting on opened up and swallowed you whole.
"I bet I could," Steve finally murmurs, his voice deep and rough as he licks his bottom lip with his tongue. His gaze already gliding down your body and causing you to blink at the super soldier in confusion.
"Excuse me?" You challenge, eyes wide as you watch the handsome blonde man lean back against the library desk, crossing his arms over his chest confidently. His smile curving into a seductive grin.
He doesn't stop looking you in the eye as he answers, "I can make you cum." And then takes it a step further by beckoning you to him with a teasing curl of his fingers. “C’mere.”
And you have no time to think as your legs move on their own accord. You can feel a wetness pool between your thighs by just the one word, crossing the room with four easy steps. You feel like your body is on fire already and he hasn’t even touched you yet.
His eyes are hooded as he gives you a knowing smirk. “Such a good girl, you follow orders so well.” He coos and doesn’t miss the whimper you let out in response nor the way your thighs squeeze together from his words. "Do you want me to make you cum?" He asks, reaching out for your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Hmm? Want me to show you how good it feels to cum on my fingers, my mouth, on my cock?" His voice low and soft as he dips his fingers under the hem of your dress for a moment, his fingers brushing over the back of your thighs making a shiver run down your spine.
And your nodding your head, the lust taking over. A quiet and breathless, "please," the only permission he's needing before he's moving. Forcing you to take his place against the desk. His warm big hand pressing between your shoulder blades, making you bend over the desk and presenting your ass to him.
You hear him suck in a breath before groaning as your dress rides up and exposes your panties to him. You feel your pussy clenching around nothing in response, knowing he's groaning because he can see the wet spot on your panties. Your thoughts confirmed when his knuckle brushes over your wet folds, the panties being the only thing separating his fingers from your dripping cunt.
"Did I make you this wet, baby?" He asks and your eyes squeeze shut, your legs being knocked further apart by his leg as he keeps a consistent press on your back. Keeping you pinned over the desk. "Fuck, can't wait to taste you. You're going to let me, right? Want to cum on my mouth, right?" He prods, fingers still stroking you over your panties as you try to think and speak.
"Yes, fuck, yes," you press back onto his hand and earn a laugh from him.
"So eager," he hums and you whine as his fingers disappear before reappearing on the back of your thighs. You take a chance to look back over your shoulder and gasp as you see Steve on his knees behind you, his hands rubbing up your legs and pushing your dress up to around your waist. "Don't move from your position." He orders and you stay bent over as he slides your panties down your legs in one slow motion.
"Steve," you grip the edge of the desk, desperation filling your voice as you realize this is really happening. A new wave of arousal forms and Steve's fingers wrap around your ankle, lifting it up momentarily and discarding your panties.
"Fuck, you're dripping down your thighs," he rasps and you keen, blushing as he moves your thighs farther apart. Finally feeling his warm breath fan over your wet folds, his fingers exposing you further as he finally gets a taste of you. His tongue giving a long broad lick, collecting your slick with a low groan.
And that's the final straw, his face eagerly pressing into your dripping cunt after he get his taste. Moving your leg, making you hook it over the desk edge as he sucks your clit into his mouth reverently.
Your at his mercy, crying out as he eats you out like a man starved. His one hand keeping your leg on the desk as the other holds your waist. Tongue swirling around your clit before dipping into your entrance, slurping up your arousal with each lick.
The library quickly fills up with your moans, your hips rolling backwards to press into his mouth more. You can already feel a familiar knot build in your abdomen as Steve works you up.
You didn't know you could be so turned on by hearing him slurp and groan between your thighs. But you're getting wetter with each lick. Thighs tensing as you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure. "Oh, just like that," you gasp stomach clenching as you feel his tongue thrust in and out of your cunt and his hand that was once on your waist, now stroke your clit.
The pitch in your cries, increase as he rubs the bundle of nerves in swifts circles. His groans muffled but deep as he brings you closer to the edge. You can't help but think, no wonder no one's made you orgasm, no one's eaten you out like Steve. Your walls clenching around his tongue as you feel it fast approaching. Your hips wiggling back in desperation, you need to warn him, you-
And then your body seizes, a broken gasp echoing in the air before you cry out. Your thighs shaking violently as your orgasm consumes you and makes you see stars.
Steve takes everything you give. Tongue stroking over your twitching pussy, thumb firmly pressed on your clit as he helps you ride out your orgasm.
He only stops when you whine in overstimulation, your breaths coming in quick pants as you slowly drop your leg off the table. Your thighs still shake, but you slowly turn around to face him; and the sight before you makes your cunt throb, a new wave of slick rushing between your thighs again.
Steve's still kneeling on his knees. His bottom half of his face a shiny mess with your arousal smeared on his nose, lips, and chin. His lips puffy from the heavy make out he did with your pussy only moments ago.
He's licking his lips savoring your taste as he stands up. He doesn't hesitate as he nods his head at you, "lay back on the desk. You still need to cum on my fingers before you cum on my cock, baby."
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elixirfromthestars · 4 months
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger!Reader
Summary:  After being injured on a mission, you try your best to hide it from the team to continue fighting alongside them. However, one very perceptive super soldier makes hiding your injury an impossibility.
Word Count: 3.9k
Warning(s):  mentions + description of injuries / a bit of hurt—comfort / does not follow the canon timeline in the mcu / mentions of near-death encounters (from civilians) 
requested by @marigoldreamer
a/n: hello everyone! i started off on here as solely a Bucky writer, but it seems like i cannot get enough of Steve when I write about him ✨ this originally was much shorter and then I got carried away lol (which is one of the reasons why it took so long to get out, sorry 🥲) thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! ❤️❤️ feedback is much appreciated! ❤️❤️
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“Oh, that does not look good,” you muttered under your breath, grimacing at the sight of your swollen skin. You were standing in front of your bedroom mirror, your shirt lifted, exposing the bruise coloring the area around your ribcage. You knew you had injured yourself on yesterday's mission, but you avoided visiting the infirmary, not wanting Friday to alert the team of the extent of your injuries. 
You knew it was bad—the persistent discomfort you felt with every breath you took told you so. However, the team was already spread scarce with multiple threats around the world, so they needed everyone available. 
The team couldn’t afford you not being available right now.
So although your body was telling you desperately it needed attention, you decided to push through the pain and help out as best as you could. You had a meeting with your team in about half an hour, so you had until then to figure out how to lessen the after-effects of your injury—and how to hide it for the time being. 
You went into your closet and scanned the rows of clothing searching for the perfect item. You ended up choosing an evergreen knitted sweater. It was big enough to hide something underneath it without raising suspicion—which is exactly what you needed right now. 
Lifting the sweater over your shoulders and through your arms caused an excruciating raw ache to reverberate within your chest with every movement. You mitigated your motion to lessen the toll this simple task was taking on your body. 
You didn’t want to think of how your condition could worsen within the field. 
You pushed those thoughts into the back of your mind and with your sweater on, you made your way over to the kitchen in the Avenger’s compound. Thankfully, no one was there to question why you were taking out a small bag of frozen peas from the freezer, wrapping it in a hand towel, and placing it under your sweater. 
You flinched at the sudden change of temperature, but quickly eased into it as it numbed your injury. This would have to do until you could sneak into the infirmary later and get your hands on painkillers. Then you could properly rest from the nagging discomfort in your lower chest. 
You interlocked your hands and lightly hugged them to the injured area to keep the frozen peas in place. Rarely did anyone ever show up to the team meetings early, so your next step was to get in there before everyone else and then ultimately leave after everyone else with no one noticing a thing.
A simple task of course. 
You made your way down the hallways of the compound slower than usual. You avoided making brisk or swift movements as it caused your chest to constrict more than it was capable of, causing a shooting jolt to go through you. Every time it did that you had to suppress a string of coughs that only added to your pain. 
At this point, your mind ruminated on the thought of you potentially not being able to make it through the meeting. It was a doubt that was now weighing heavy on your shoulders.
When you finally made it to the conference room, the beeping of a screen caught your attention. Taking a quick peek inside, you notice Steve is already there. He was tapping away at the large presentation screen, getting mission reports together for the meeting. 
Well, this just got a bit complicated.
Steve is a super soldier—a highly perceptive super soldier. He was going to notice your presence sooner or later, so you needed to get into the farthest seat from him before he noticed. This would be the seat at the other end of the table from where Steve was standing. Thankfully, this seat was a quick dash away. 
A quick painful dash away. 
Steve opened up a file on the screen and a video of a building falling to ruins began playing. The audio of the destruction echoed in the room and you took this chance to scurry over to the seat. You plopped yourself down just as the video finished, almost rolling away with the wheels of the black office chair. Your hands scurried to keep the frozen peas hidden beneath your shirt. 
Due to your injury, your movements across the room weren’t gracious. You had fumbled as you plopped down onto the seat causing your chest to contract and tighten more than it should have. This ignited a burning sensation to burst within your chest. You inhaled sharply before biting the inside of your lip as hard as you could to stop yourself from making any further noise. 
Steve’s head shot back to look at you in confusion.
“ Y/n? Everything okay?” Steve’s brows were furrowed, as he slowly turned his body around to face you. You cleared your throat before answering, “ Yeah, everything’s fine. I was just shocked at the destruction of that building. What happened to it?” You changed the subject of the conversation to something that wasn’t you. 
Steve’s eyes stared into yours for a few seconds before answering,“ I’m not sure yet. We received this video from the CIA and we’re being sent there to investigate. They think it was an attack by one of the terrorist organizations that worked closely with Hydra.” He finished explaining, his brows relaxing from their furrowed state. 
Steve handed you one of the mission reports before placing the rest in the middle. You opened the file and pretended to look through it. In reality, you were adjusting with one hand—as quietly as you could—the frozen peas beneath your shirt in a better position since the bag had slipped away from the injured spot when you sat down. It was now chilling your stomach, leaving your injured spot unattended to. 
“ Y/n, are you sure everything’s okay?” Steve was looking at you with a puzzled, yet concerned gaze. He was standing only a chair or two away—a little too close for comfort.
You locked eyes and paused for a moment to think of what to say. Steve was your team’s captain and your close friend. You knew, without a shadow of a doubt, you could trust him. However, trust in this case meant him taking you out of the field at a time when the team needed you most.
As you were contemplating on what to tell him, Sam, Bucky, and Natasha walked into the room bickering over what to order for lunch. Their entrance saving you from having to answer Steve. He shot you a quick look letting you know this conversation wasn’t over. 
Now you would also have to find a way to evade any future conversation about your well-being.
“ So, Bucky and I are craving some Japanese food right now, but Nat wants Greek food. What’ll it be guys?” Sam explained their current predicament as they all approached the table. The three of them stared back at you two in anticipation. 
“ Greek sounds nice,” Steve replied, sauntering over to the front end of the table. Natasha smiled in amusement as the voting was now at a tie. She sat closest to Steve while Sam and Bucky sat across from each other in the chairs directly to your left and right. Their proximity consequently causing your nerves to spike up. 
“ It’s up to you to break the tie. Don’t let me down, Y/n.” Sam pleaded in a lighthearted manner. If you were completely honest, appeasing your appetite was the least of your worries. However, your body was begging for some warmth as the frozen bag continued its icy attack on your skin. You thought maybe eating something right now wasn’t such a bad idea. 
“ Sorry, Nat. Sorry, Steve. Some miso soup sounds really good right now,” you smiled at Sam who basked in this small victory. Bucky was beaming beside you as well. Natasha playfully scoffed and shrugged at the loss while Steve put his hands up in a playful surrender. 
“ I knew we could count on you,” Sam turned to you and gave you a friendly pat on your shoulder. This caused a stinging prick to shoot through the left side of your chest. You winced, a small yelp escaping your lips.  
Everyone froze and stared at you worriedly. “ Are you okay? I didn’t pat you that hard did I?” Sam asked guilty, taken aback by your reaction. You shook your head profusely, “ No, Sam, it’s okay—I’m okay. It’s just I got a sunburn on one of our last missions and it still hasn’t healed fully.” You lied through your teeth, giving everyone in the room a reassuring smile. 
Everyone looked relieved—except for Steve whose suspicion you assumed was getting stronger by the second. 
“ Sorry about that, I didn’t know. My Titi always swore that soaking in a cool bath of baking soda and oats would soothe any degree of sunburn. You should try it,” Sam suggested. His thoughtfulness warmed your heart, “ You’re fine, Sam—really. I’ll have to try that out and let you know how it works out.” You send him another reassuring smile. You mentally cursed yourself for your outburst. Another slip-up like that and anyone on the team was sure to find out about your injury.
In no time, Sam was ordering everyone food and Steve began debriefing you all on the next mission that you all had to leave for in a couple of hours. You weren’t paying attention as the stinging in your chest worsened. The frozen peas beneath your shirt had melted and were adding to your discomfort instead of aiding it. By the time the meeting ended, and Sam told everyone to meet up in the kitchen for lunch, lifting yourself off of your chair felt like an impossible task. 
Everyone had gone off to eat except for Steve and you. Throughout the whole meeting, you felt his eyes watching you. You avoided looking in his direction and focused solely on the files and the screen behind him the entire time. You felt if you had looked into his pretty blues at any point during the meeting, your resolve would have crumbled. 
“ This time I’m not going to ask. I know you’re not okay and I know it has to do with yesterday. We need to talk about what happened last night,” Steve’s voice was gentle, yet serious as he approached you. The exhaustion of suppressing your pain was getting to you and his presence brought you much-needed comfort. Your determination to act like nothing was wrong was slipping away from you with every passing second.
“ What—do you mean?” your voice broke, swallowing hard to find the courage within you to admit you needed assistance. Steve took the seat next to you, “ Last night when we were rescuing civilians from the burning rubble, you went into the collapsing building against orders,” he reminded you. 
“ And saved the three people who were trapped inside,” you added. He sighed, his lips forming a tight line, “ Against orders. The instructions were that I was supposed to be the one to get the trapped civilians inside—not you,” his tone was heavy with frustration. 
You shook your head, “ You weren’t going to make it in time. I was the closest one. As soon as you arrived the building collapsed completely. If I hadn’t gone in they would have died. I might not be a super soldier, but I can do my job pretty damn well, Steve. ” You were getting defensive, feeling as though your abilities as an Avenger were being questioned. 
While your actions may have been defiant, they resulted in three lives saved. That had to count for something.
“ I’m not doubting your stance as an Avenger. You are amazing at what you do and we need you here. But that gets put into jeopardy when you jump into dangerous situations without thinking and get yourself hurt,” he further explained, your eyebrows shooting up at his words. “ All of the situations we jump into are dangerous,” you pointed out.  
His eyes narrowed, his exasperation at your stubbornness growing, “ We don’t bargain our lives out in the field, Y/n.” His tone was disapproving, making you feel like a scolded child. Irritation crawled its way up your spine. This coming from Steve of all people made it even worse.
” Okay, Mr.I-jumped-on-top-of-a-grenade-to-save-everyone,” you shot back at him. Steve would constantly make self-sacrificing calls on the field to save other people. Why was it okay for him to do it, but not you? 
“ That was different,” was all he managed to come back at you with. 
“ In what way?” you asked, curious to know the real answer. 
“ Well for starters, it was a world war. The mentality of everyone at that time was different. In the beginning, I was outcasted. No one worked as a team with me. The only person alive who cared for me was miles away on the battlefield. It was everyone for themselves,” he paused reminiscing the past with a solemn look before continuing, “ We’re a team here, Y/n. There are people here that care about you. We look out for each other and keep each other safe. That’s how it's supposed to be,” he stated with sincerity. 
You took a moment to gather your thoughts and let the weight of his words sink in. Steve had opened up about his past to you before, but the way he spoke of it now gave you a deeper perspective on things. 
“ I’ll stop if you do,” you proposed, tired of the arguing and understanding where Steve was coming from. A small smile fell on his lips,“ Okay, it’s a deal. Come on, let’s get you to the infirmary so Friday can scan the extent of your injuries.” He stood up bending down slightly offering his shoulder and arm as support. 
You reached out and let him take the brunt of the effort of getting you out of the seat. The more you leaned on his support, the less it took a toll on your own body. You kept one arm on his shoulder and the other on the now-melted bag of peas beneath your sweater as you lifted yourself off of the seat. The slight twist of your torso intensified the pain within your chest for a second before mellowing out to its usual tempo. 
Steve couldn’t hide the emotions behind his intense stare. His voice and touch were gentle, yet strong in the way they guided you out of the room. He was doing his best to keep you calm but by the look on his face, you could tell your injury had to be more serious than you previously thought.
The walk to the infirmary was easier with Steve by your side. When you arrived Steve helped you prop yourself onto one of the infirmary beds, calling out for Friday’s assistance. He then went over to one of the storage cabinets and grabbed a few white pillows to place behind you. He adjusted them so you could sit in a position that was easy on your injury. 
“ How’s that? Does that feel alright?” Steve asked as a blue robotic arm scanned your body. You nodded in appreciation,“ It’s perfect, Steve, thank you.” He sent you a small smile, his eyes still reflecting a worrisome look. You took out the melted bag of peas from your sweater and unraveled it from the hand towel. Steve let out a small chuckle of disbelief at the sight of it. 
“ What? I’ll have you know this little bag was a lifesaver,” you informed him. Steve’s eyes twinkled with amusement, his smile getting wider, “ Oh, I bet it was. You’ll have to explain to Nat why her Olivye salad will no longer have peas in it though.” 
Your eyes went wide, “ Oh no.” 
He held in a laugh, “ Oh yeah.” 
Friday’s Irish robotic voice suddenly spoke up interrupting the two of you,“ Body scan complete. Moderately bruised ribs detected. Rest is recommended for the next three to six weeks or until the injury is completely healed. Medication is on its way.” She informed you of your diagnosis causing you to let out a sigh of relief you didn’t know you were holding. For a moment there you thought you might have fractured your ribs or maybe even bruised your lungs. Those injuries were more severe and so was their treatment. However, having to rest for the next three to six weeks wasn’t ideal either. 
“ Steve, I’m so sorry. I didn’t listen and now I’m out of the field for weeks and I know the team was counting on me—” Steve interrupted your rambling by placing his hand on yours, “ There’s nothing to be sorry about. Our job is dangerous and this kind of stuff happens all the time. If anything, I should be the one that’s sorry.” You frowned not only confused at his words but also at how comforting the sensation of his hand on yours was. 
“ Sorry about what?” you tilted your head, unclear of what he meant. 
“ I'm sorry I wasn’t able to protect you,” he clarified, his voice full of regret.
Your mouth opened to form words, but nothing came out. Why would Steve be sorry about that? Did he shoulder the responsibility for everyone’s well-being because he’s the captain? Did he feel this way about everyone on the team? Your thoughts jumbled together, causing you to be unsure of what to think. 
“ Steve, please don’t put this on yourself. I made a call against your orders and while I did save a few lives, I took a hard fall, injuring myself in the process. There’s no need to worry or care beyond that. I’ll be fine,” you couldn’t take his crestfallen expression and did your best to dismiss your current situation. Steve was not happy about that.
“ Don’t say that. We all care about you—I care about you. I worry about you and I hate seeing you like this. I feel responsible for not protecting someone who means a lot to me from getting hurt,” there was a vulnerability in his voice that caused your heart rate to elevate and your features to soften. A new sensation was inching its way into your heart, and his words yielded you to see him in a different light. 
“ Steve I…” you trailed off not knowing what to say. Steve gave you a shy smile,“ You don’t have to say anything,” he removed his hand from yours and grabbed the bag of peas from beside you, “ I’ll go take this back to the kitchen and get you that miso soup you really wanted.” He left the room, giving you a chance to process what was going on. 
There was always something about Steve that was different in the way you interacted, but until a few minutes ago you had never thought of the possibility of Steve seeing you as anything more than part of the team. You were always partnered up on missions and got to know each other on a deeper level than you had with any other Avenger. Apart from a few playful exchanges here and there you had always assumed Steve only saw you as a friend. 
Not to mention he had a history with a CIA agent named Sharon, and you genuinely believed they would end up together. The thought of Steve having feelings for you was never on the table. 
Except now it was and that caused your feelings toward him to emerge from a place you didn’t know they had been hidden.  
Two red robotic arms appeared on your left, breaking you from your thoughts. One arm was holding a small cylindrical tin with a couple of pills and the other held a cup of water. You took it eagerly and consumed the medication hoping the pain would subside enough to get some sleep. You barely got any last night and the sleep deprivation was starting to get to you. 
Steve came back into the room, moments later, as the medication began to take effect—along with its side effects. 
“ Hey there…” you greeted Steve in a sluggish voice. The medication had increased your drowsiness, making it harder to stay awake. He approached your bedside, a bowl of miso soup in his hands, while Friday updated him on your current state. 
He placed the bowl on the nightstand next to the bed,“ Hey there, sleepyhead. Guess the miso soup is going to have to wait. Get some rest, the food will be here when you wake up.” You tried nodding as your eyes fought to stay open. Your mind was clouding, but what was clear to you was that you didn’t want Steve to walk away again without telling him how you felt.
“ No, don’t go, please,” you pleaded, your hand reaching out to him. He looked at you fondly, finding your actions endearing. “ I have to go soon, Y/n. I have to prepare for the mission before we leave in under an hour,” he explained to you. You yawned, your fatigued state making it harder to understand what he was saying. 
“ You can’t because I have to tell you…” your eyes were starting to close.
“Tell me what?” Steve asked you, entertaining this conversation a little longer. He couldn’t hide the affectionate grin you provoked on him.  
“ I have to tell you…” this time your voice was only but a whisper. If Steve hadn’t been a super soldier with heightened hearing he might’ve missed it. 
“ Get some sleep. We can talk later, okay?” He assured you, a softness in his tone you hadn’t heard him use with anyone ever. As much as he was enjoying this, he was adamant about you getting your rest.  
You lazily shook your head,“ No…you have to know how much you mean to me too…” you managed to coherently mumble fighting off the heaviness of your eyelids. Steve was pleasantly surprised by your response, his pulse quickening as yours had done in your previous conversation. 
This time he needed a moment to figure out what he was going to say. To know that maybe even a sliver of the feelings he felt for you were returned in any way was more than he had hoped for. He wasn’t sure how you felt about him, and while Bucky and Sam had profusely encouraged him to ask you out on a date, there was always something stopping him. The fear of ruining the friendship you two have was enough to hesitate from ever confessing anything to you. 
However, if what you said was true, then maybe he should be completely honest with you. 
He gathered his thoughts, taking a deep breath ready to speak them to you. That was until he realized you had fallen asleep. The time he took thinking was all you needed to drift off into a peaceful slumber. 
He laughed at himself, although albeit a bit relieved he would be able to have a heart-to-heart later with a more conscious you. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to pour his feelings out to someone who might think it was all a dream when they woke up. 
“ Sweet dreams, Y/n,” he whispered into the air, planting a small kiss on your forehead. He then exited the room and that afternoon while on the mission he was more enthusiastic than usual. This caused the rest of the team to speculate on the reason why. 
Interestingly enough all the reasons why involved you.   
Unbeknownst to him, your dream that same afternoon had revolved around a handsome blonde and blue-eyed super soldier. 
It was a very sweet dream indeed.  
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irishhappiness · 2 months
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Nursing time
Summary: Your boyfriend comes back from his last mission injured. You never saw him like this before.
Pairing: Avenger Boyfriend Steve Rogers x Female Plus Size Reader
Word count: 1415
Warning: Mention of injuries, blood and death. Allusion to smut.
A/N: It has been requested by the lovely @rogersbarber ❤️ I hope you will like it and that it will meet your expectations ❤️
Divider by @silkholland
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You heard someone trying to enter your apartment. You found it strange, nobody had the keys expect you and your boyfriend. However, the latter wasn't supposed to come home for a few more days. You took the knife next to you (habit that Steve told you to take when he wasn’t here) and decided to go see who is there.
You opened the door so abruptly that he almost fell.
"Baby, what's going on? Oh my god, baby."
Steve had his hands on his flank. You could see blood dripping on the floor and the small puddle at his feet. You brought him to the sofa, starting to already remove his suit.
"What happened? How? When?"
Your boyfriend touched your cheek, trying to calm you. He looked so exhausted.
"Can we maybe talk about this later?"
You looked at him scared. It was the first time that you were seeing him that way. You never saw him hurt before and he could have chosen a better time to do it. It wasn’t just his flank but his entire face was covered with bruises and mutilations. You could only imagine the rest of his body. His right eye wasn’t opening properly and blood was everywhere.
"Stevie, I am not a nurse, I don't know how I can help you?"
Without waiting for his answer, you go to the bathroom, looking for what could be useful. You took the big box that you had. You started with a cleaning wipe, slowly removing all the blood but it didn't seem to stop. Your hands started to shake before you take a few seconds to calm your nerves. Your boyfriend needed you and you needed to be here for him.
"I think you need stitches. I am coming back."
You kissed him on the lips before running three floors lower. Harshly, you knocked on the door several times before finally hearing someone come. You could see your neighbour half asleep when he opens the door.
"What's going on? Is the building on fire?"
"No, not exactly. I need your help, your medical help. I need stitches."
"You seem fine."
"Not me me, my boyfriend me."
Matthew went to take his briefcase before following you to the seventh floor. When you entered your apartment, Steve looks unresponsive.
"Stevie, baby, I brought you a doctor."
Matthew didn't wait for a long time, closing the door. Was it Captain America in your leaving room? He decided that it wasn't the moment to ask. You seemed too worried about this. You did a good job cleaning the wound, but he needed to do it again. When the needle pierces his skin, Steve stands up quickly, making Matthew fall on the floor as well as several instruments.
"Baby, you need to sit down. We are here to help you."
"Who is he?"
"It's mister Smith, you know, the doctor on the fourth floor."
"Mmmm, I remember."
"Let him do his job please?"
Once he realised that his neighbour didn't mean to cause him harm, the soldier let him stitch him up. You took his hand and kissed his head. You were sure that he had seen worse before, but you felt totally useless, not being able to help him.
After telling you that Steve had broken ribs and needed to go to the hospital, you thanked Matthew. You tried to give him money but he told you that everything was fine. He just helped Captain America, and that was enough for him.
You came back to Steve, seating next to him.
"You heard him, you need to go to the hospital."
"Not now Sweetheart."
"What if it becomes worst? What if you have an infection?”
"Hey, hey, everything is going to be fine. I just don't want to go right now. I just want to be with you."
You took his hand to bring you to your bedroom.
"I am sorry. I just never saw you like this. I don't want to lose you. It's scaring me."
"You won't lose me, I promise."
"You lie down while I am going to make you tea and something to eat."
"It's not necessary."
"Of course it is. You lost a lot of blood."
He stopped you. You could see in his eyes that he just needed you. You took a bottle from your nightstand and gave it to him. He didn't argue and drank the small bottle. You stayed next to him and watched him fall asleep quickly. You took a blanket to put it on top of him, then went under and cuddled him. You put your hand on his heart to be sure that he would still breathe. You woke up several times hearing him wince in his sleep and having nightmare where you could see him dead.
The next morning, you woke up after him. He was looking at you with sweet eyes.
"Stevie? Is everything OK?"
"Never better."
Your eyes search for any sign of a lie.
"I promised."
"And your ribs?"
"They will be back like normal in a small amount of time."
You moved from him.
"I can feel that you are going to tell me that you don't need to go to the hospital. And there is no way I accept it."
He makes a sign for you to come to him. He kisses you.
"I don't need to go, I can already feel the difference."
"You are not invincible, Steve. You could have died, and you still can."
"I am fine. I have seen worse."
"And I haven't seen you in a worse state than this one."
"Baby. I will be fine."
He pulls you closer to him, and you put your head in the crook of his neck.
"I don't want to lose you."
"You won't. I am not leaving you."
You cling to him. It hurt a bit, but he still let you do it. He runs his hand on your back, comforting you.
"If you don't want to go to the hospital, you are not leaving this bed until you are perfectly ill."
"Agreed."
He knew he wouldn't be able to do too much anyway. In a day or two, he should be fully ill but right now, he would hurt too much. If he was alone, he would try to move but he knew you too much to even consider it. You would be on his back all the time, checking him for every little sounds that he will make. It was the first time that he came home injured. In general, the bruises were already gone when he arrived to see you.
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For the next two days, you took care of Steve. You stayed with him as maximum as you could. You were working from home so it was easy to stay in bed with your boyfriend and your laptop on your knees. You still read to him, cooked, prepared baths, and changed his bandages when you had a few moments to spare. You were strict on when he could move or stand up. He had to stay still to recover fast.
Matthew came back to check on him. Even if you could see that the stitches weren't getting infected, you still wanted someone to check your stubborn boyfriend. He was confident that everything was fine but was surprised by Steve's recovery. He knew about the serum, but seeing the effect was something else.
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"Baby, what are you doing?"
"Just cooking for my perfect nurse. I have the right, I am better now."
"Really? What if I am doing that?"
You tickled him. Since the serum, he wasn't ticklish but he knew that you always tried. He turned off the heat and turned to look at you.
"You play a dangerous game."
"That's not true."
You start to tickle him again and start to run. He catches you quickly before lifting you above his shoulder and smacking softly your ass. He goes to your bedroom, putting you down on the bed before towering you. He kisses you with passion.
"I think I will actually have my breakfast in bed."
"Steviiie."
"I know you want to."
And of course you wanted to. It's been too long since you didn't make each other lose your mind. The full morning was spent edging both of you to the maximum before releasing together many orgasms, your breakfast long gone. Your man had clearly fully recovered all of his abilities.
@mochie85 ❤️ @rogersbarber ❤️
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beheworthy · 5 months
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Thor looking out for his mortal friends
(requested by anonymous)
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