Steve: Y/N can you pleas–
Y/N: Whatever you need just tell me. You need water? A massage? Want me to do your laundry? Please let me know
Steve: Just water thanks :)
Y/N: Okay just give me a second :)
Tony: Can you grab me one too?
Y/N: What do I look like, a personal assistant?
On ransom’s desk there is an old framed Polaroid picture. It’s right next to the power button on the desktop. The picutre is a silhouette of an old woman and a teenage boy they are walking down the beach not knowing that the old man in charge of keeping their beach set up secure is taking a picture of them.
This is the picture of his last trip to his grandmother’s family home in the Hamptons. She died when he was fifteen. The fifteen years he knew her would by the time her was twenty five be still the best years of his life. No one will ever compare to Mary-Ellen Thromby.
“You have to be careful ransom.” She had said when he was five years old and swimming by himself in the waves. “The ocean is very pretty, and fun. But it can can hide dangerous secrets.” She told him that and his toddler mind never forgot it.
His grandmother was the only good thing in his family full of liars and cheaters. His grandmother knew it too. He remembers summers Of the entire family, minus Linda, Walt, and And his uncle. They had businesses to run. It never mattered though, all summer it felt like a trip to grandmas plus it wasn’t cold or loud. He got the most attention being the favorite and the oldest. Meg, equally loved though Ransom would never admit that, tailed behind him in their childhood. Only six years apart, he led his little cousin through riptides and caves and his grandmother always had lemonade when they came home.
There was never going to be a better hugger, or reader, or lemonade maker than his grandmother. When she died Ransom went on a rage. Broken everything in his room, except for the presents she had given him.
He turned fifteen in September, she got sick in October, and never made it to November. He raged on Christmas how everyone seemed they didn’t care. He suspected they didn’t, no one loved his grandmother like he did. She was the most mother he’d ever had. And now she was gone and no one cared as much as him. Not even Harlan. She would never read him frost or Dickenson again. He was never going to get to hug her again, and no one cared.
So Ransom just stopped caring. He did what he wanted and who he wanted. He kept everyone at armslength. Because no one was going to be like Mary-Ellen Thromby.
Or so he thought. He never thought he was going to meet someone so genuinely kind, amd carding. You didn’t let people walk all over you especially if they were richer than you. You wanted to help people, and love your friends. You made dinner and baked cookies. You read poetry and told him off when he needed to be. You kicked ass and took names and you gave them a cookie after and told them to be better people. He didn’t know anyone like you… well he use to.
He feels your arms tremble around him when tells you these things tangled together and inturrupting you mid sillioqy. “Ransom… that’s terrible.” He sees the heartbreak in your eyes. You aren’t pittying him, he sees it in your soul that you are genuinely upset that these things and much more had occurred. He had traveled down many roads before he reached yours. “I’m sorry.” Tears pour down your cheeks and he wiped them away kissing your forehead.
“It’s all okay now.”
On ransom’s desk there are two pictures one of them is a picture of a grandmother and her grandson. The other is in the exact same spot. You can see the faces of this young couple pictured. Both with huge unbreakable smiles as they stare at each other unknowing that a friend is capturing the moment until after it happens. They sit side by side and if Ransom isn’t careful he’ll end up staring at the photos for hours and be content.
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female reader
18+ (do not read this if you’re not 18+)
A/n: Yes, I’m posting another fic today cause I wanna clear my drafts!!! You can read my other fics on my Masterlist
Steve had his arm crossed, he was mad you could tell by his posture, “I can’t with her anymore.”, you heard Steve telling Tony, Tony lift his brow at Steve telling him you were right behind him.
“Oh great! You are back.”, he complained.
“Stop acting like that, Steve. I know you are mad at me.”, you told him.
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summary: (college football AU) post-game pizza and long-kept secrets revealed.
word count: 2.8k
warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of past sexual harrassment
Steve texts you the section of the stadium that family and friends of the team can access after the game. You and Helen walk there and unzip your jackets to expose the GO, ROGERS! shirts underneath, and now shiver together in the concourse.
“Are you nervous?” she asks with a grin.
You roll your eyes and fight back a smile. “No,” you say. “We’re just gonna grab some pizza with him and that’s it.”
“Okay.” She winks at you, and you shove her.
Back To Her
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: After Steve practically abonded the two people who loved him most they found themselves in a sticky situation
Hey guys! So I’ve decided to turn this into a mini-series hope you guys enjoy this journey xo
The clock on your nightstand mocked you as you continued to toss and turn unable to fall asleep. Rolling onto your stomach for what seems like the millionth time you let out a frustrated groan and threw the covers off of you
You hauled yourself out of bed and made your way out into the hall of the Avengers tower, getting on the elevator your finger hovered over Bucky’s floor number but you fought against bothering him again tonight. For the past couple weeks the two of you had gotten closer since Steve abandoned you
Your chest still aches whenever you think about him, you understood why he did what he did but you still manage to question yourself
Is it my fault? Wasn’t I good enough for him? Could I have done something differently to make him stay?
Those were the questions that kept you up at night and it’s eating away at you. The doors slid open and you headed to the kitchen to indulge in your tub of Ben and Jerry’s. Too wrapped up in your head you hadn’t noticed the figure sitting in the dark
“Jesus!” you fumbled with the tub as you spun around to face
The lights came on and Bucky sat at the island with a stupid smirk on his face enjoying the fact that he almost gave you a heart attack
“Real funny Barnes” rolling your eyes you plopped down in the seat next to him
“I know why I’m awake, what’s up with you?” you asked stuffing your face with the deliciously sweet treat
“Well after sharing my bed for the past two weeks I couldn’t fall asleep alone” taking your spoon he dug into your ice cream before stuffing his face, you felt your cheeks get heated at his revelation
“Don’t sweat it” you too sat there in silence enjoying the cold treat which ended way too quickly for your liking
“Okay, let’s go” Bucky stood up putting his chisled physic on display, you averted your eyes not wanting to get caught staring at my ex-boyfriend’s best friend
“Where exactly are we going?” sliding out of your seat you headed over to the bin to discard the empty tub, before you could process what was happening Bucky swopped you off your feet, taking you into his arms
“To your room so we could sleep”
The coldness from the touch of his metal arm sent shivers throughout your body casing you to nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck. You breathed in his musky scent from the kitchen all the way up to your room
He entered the room and kicked the door shut before moving to place you down on the bed. You pulled the blanket over you both and you immediately cuddling into his side
“Bucky” looking up at him you noticed the solemn look on hie face
What’s going through that brain of his?
“Promise me that we won’t abandon one another, no matter what” his steel blue eyes gave way his emotions, he was hurt, betrayed even. Reaching up you cupped his cheek, thumb brushing against his beard enjoying the feeling of it
“I’m not going anywhere Buck” his eyes flickered between your eyes and lips as he hesitantly leaned forward, his lips brushed against yours before he closed the gap between you
Closing your eyes you returned the kiss as he pulled you flush against him
He’s kissing me
I’m kissing him
Breaking the kiss you pulled back a bit, thumb swiping over your swollen lips. As if it finally dawned on him, Bucky’s eyes grew three times it’s size as he flew up from under the covers, scrambling for words to say
“I-I should go” with that being said the super soldier left leaving you in a daze
Holy shit, what just happened?
“my child is fine” your child wants to marry multiple fictional characters
Sorry it’s so short! Just wanted a reason to use this audio 💜☺️
okay so imagine you are wearing the prettiest dress in the world! It’s flowy and you feel like a princess. You walk down a set of stairs and all eyes are on you. You smile and keep your chin up and your eyes meet with Captain America himself Steven Rogers (or any other character☺️) His blue eyes are the as blue as a clear blue sky with a hint of green. You walk towards him and he walks towards you. The crowd still has its eyes on you. He puts his hand out and you take it. You look in his eyes and he sees you are nervous. “It’s okay darling, I got you.” And you find yourself dancing with your prince and one day you become his queen🥺
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This is a next installment for the cuckold!Steve series. The idea was to actually show a flashback of when the reader started to get confused about her feelings, and I decided the best way to do that was by showing it through Steve’s thoughts in dealing with the aftermath of his best friend and girlfriend leaving him.
Let me know if you think I should keep working on it! And if there’s anything else on my WIP list that you’d like to see a small teaser, today is the day to ask me for it!
It’d gotten easier to deal with the staring each day that went by. At first, I honestly thought I’d go crazy, seeing the look of pity in everyone’s faces every time they met my eyes. I didn’t blame them. There was no anger directed at the people who saw my suffering and wanted to make me feel better.
If I couldn’t get angry at the two people who caused the situation, how could I get irritated at Tony for his stupid jokes or Sam for trying to get me to talk about it?
No, I didn’t mind their way of showing me they cared, but I couldn’t say that they managed to help me either. I don’t think anyone could. Not even Natasha, who had taken upon herself to try to distract me, lending me her body so I could bury my sorrows in it, was all that successful.
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This is a masterlist to all the parts of my In the Middle series, a royal AU featuring King Steve and his brother Bucky, just so it’s easier to link and read them in order.
The one where Steve has always been fascinated with you, but you and Bucky, his brother, were close enough to elicit talks of a possible courtship. Everything changes the day his father died, though, leaving him in charge of the throne. A king always gets what he wants, and what Steve wants the most is you.
Warnings: smut, pwp, loss of virginity, crying during sex, dubcon (it’s a royal au and Steve’s kind of drunk on his desires), possessiveness, breeding kink, innocent! reader, slightly manipulative King!Steve, also jealous! Steve, but he’s also whipped! Steve
The one where Steve invites Bucky to watch
Warnings: royal au!, forced voyeurism, kind of dubcon because reader is caught by surprise, steve is mean to bucky, lots and lots of sexual acts and dirty talk, taunts against bucky and his desire for the reader, brief breeding kink
The one where despite your engagement to King Steve, your bond with his brother is too strong to be ignored.
Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, royal au, kind of cheating, it depends on what’s your view on arranged medieval weddings, oral (f), masturbation (f), overstimulation, crying during sex, pleasing kink, cum eating, teasing, this one isn’t focused on the social construct of virginity, unprotected sex, reader isn’t as innocent in this one, cumplay?, slight daddy kink, p in v, multiple orgasms, Bucky can cum A LOT, swear words, kinda breeding kink?, Pregnancy talk at least, conversation about partner’s lovers
“Anything that can go wrong will go wrong” (High School AU)
Pairing: Tony Stark x Fem!Reader BestFriend! Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Summary: Past. Murph’s return to Seaville and reunion with her friends.
Warnings: Silly arguments.
Word count: 3180
A/N: This is an Alternative Universe, so you can find invented characters and it can change the personality of some of the marvel characters / Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.
It would have been enough to say that this was another ordinary Christmas in the small town of Seaville, but it was not. The Christmas lights were brighter, the streets were more beautiful under the clear splendour of the moon, and the wind brought a sweet smell of sea salts that made it feel good. Murphy Lindon peeked out of the co-pilot’s window, letting the east wind envelop her and welcome her home again. Seaville was welcoming her in its entirety and she was letting herself go.
It had been just four months since she had left the coast of Maine to go and fulfill one of her many dreams, to spend a trimester in the French city of Paris. Nothing in her life could have compared to that unique experience, and she even hoped to return next year having been accepted into the University of Paris, but, likewise, nothing could compare to the love she felt for her home.
“Murph, roll up the window,” insisted his father. “I don’t want you to have the flu all through Christmas holiday.”
And of course nothing could compare with his beloved father.
When they turned the corner of her small residential area she could almost smell the sweet smell of hot chocolate and clouds that her father had promised her when he picked her up from the airport. She got out of the car so quickly that she barely paid attention to the set of bags her father was trying to get out of the boot without any help.
As she had predicted just by turning the lock and opening the door, the smell of cocoa flooded the whole house. She allowed herself a few seconds to contemplate the panorama, the lit fireplace adorned with the three corresponding Christmas stockings, the Christmas tree in place, without the star on its tip, as that was her task, and the coats sorted on the hanger by colour. Everything was the same as always.
“Don’t worry, I can manage on my own!,” her father said breathlessly as he climbed the steps of the porch.
Murph laughed and picked up one of the three suitcases that prevented her father from moving forward. They both closed the door behind them and went to the kitchen as if it were a tradition. The chocolate was still hot and the clouds had dissolved, just as she liked them. The conversation with her father went on for so long explaining everything she had not wanted to tell on the phone, or through letters, a method her father had forced her to maintain. We should mention that his job was as a literary writer, although he sometimes resorted to writing a few newspaper columns to make some extra money.
The point is that the small Linden family had been talking non-stop for hours, not realizing that midnight had already passed, and tomorrow Murph had to go to the high school to settle bureaucratic issues due to his return.
“Bonne nuit, chérie,” said his father in a chaste French accent, kissing his forehead.
“Bonne nuit, papa,” Murph smiled back.
His room, which he had not yet had the pleasure of entering, was still the same as usual, except that his father had changed the bedspread so that he could sleep warmer. Murph fell on his back to her, but as a memory came over him he quickly got up to head for the window. What his eyes beheld brought her a laugh and a sense of relief and happiness - how could he not have noticed it earlier?
By chance in life, she was lucky enough to have discovered true friendship in the person who lived right across from her. When she and her father moved to Seaville, due to the death of her mother 10 years ago, they chose that quiet residential area to settle down and start a small family. Murphy met Steve Rogers on her first day of second grade school, and since discovering that they lived across the street from each other, a beautiful friendship has been forged.
Murph couldn’t take his eyes off the window of the house in front of her. A large piece of light blue cardboard covered the entire space and was decorated with capital letters “Bon retour! Obviously she had been constantly aware of Steve during his trimester away, long phone conversations and some photographs showing it, but during the return flight she was afraid that he had forgotten the day she was coming back, a rather stupid fear.
With the well-being that this gesture had brought her, she decided that it was time to go to bed and rest, because the next morning she was preparing for a long day.
The ray of sunshine fell ceaselessly on her face, the curtains could hardly prevent its power, she had assumed that she was not a good early riser, but that morning she woke up in a good mood, not even the strong smell of charred toast was going to take it away.
"Wow! Nice smile,” her father notified her by offering her a plate with two pieces of blackened toast and raspberry jam.
“Thank you!” she picked up the plate and took her usual seat. “I’m looking forward to seeing Steve, and catching up with Natasha. I hope they have some things to tell me too, though. What are you doing today?
"I have to finish the chapter of the book to give it to the publisher,” he sat down next to her. “And I also have to go to the mall to pick up a gift.”
Murph’s smile widened, there were only two days left until Christmas, so it was clear that the gift she had to collect would be for her. Murph, although she had everything planned, and brought some gifts from Paris, still had to buy the last detail for her father.
At that moment the bell on the front door rang, and she realized that time had run out for her when she noticed that she was still in her pajamas.
“Shit!” she exclaimed as she took her last bite of the toast and climbed up the stairs. “I’ll be down in five minutes!”
Just as she disappeared, her father went to receive her visit. She could hear Steve’s voice as she hurriedly dressed, combed her hair and prepared her backpack for class, not forgetting to take two rolls of photographic film to be developed. When she heard his laugh she couldn’t help but laugh too, even if she had hardly heard the reason for her action. She hurried down and from the third step she practically pounced on Steve with laughter.
“Have you grown? Not possible, let me see you,” Steve scoffed at being punched in the shoulder by his friend.
“Hey, nice cartel,” Murph arched an eyebrow pointing at his house.
“You think so?“ her friend asked. "I’m glad you liked it. I spent three cards until I was proud of my work. ”
Steve’s sincerity did nothing but increase the appreciation of the small detail he had had with her. But time was passing by and they still hadn’t left the house.
"Come on, guys! You’re going to be late for class,” her father reported, offering Murph her bag lunch.
She caught it kissing her father on the cheek and running after Steve, who was waiting for her by his bike in the garden. Murph couldn’t keep a smile off her face and Steve couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she said, getting on her bike.
“You are very happy. It’s not normal to see that smile at eight o'clock in the morning” Steve’s comment made her laugh a little.
Both set off for the school, it used to take them ten minutes to get there by bike if they were going at a slow pace, but they still managed to catch up. On the way Steve became interested in the photographs that Murph had taken during his stay in the European city, she had sent him some of the ones she had had time to develop. Photography for Murph was a way of escaping, her mother had dedicated all the years of her life to this art, and perhaps it was an incentive for her to admire her.
“It’s different, Paris inspires me, it’s so romantic and bohemian that it’s very easy to get carried away,” she explains. “That doesn’t mean that Seaville isn’t, it’s… different.”
Steve listened carefully to each of her words, possibly one point they both had in common was sensitivity, which they only showed when they were both alone. It didn’t take long for them to realise that the school was close by, the amount of cars queuing at the entrance informed them of their arrival.
“Welcome back,” said Steve as he entered her through the front door.
Both headed for their locker area, Murph didn’t know why she expected anything to have changed, but everything, literally everything, remained the same.
“You go again! Have you been deported?” that voice, which she had not missed, made her roll her eyes. “I had hoped that you would have climbed the Eiffel Tower and let yourself go down. But here you are again.”
“I had hoped that one of your silly inventions would have exploded and you would have been blown to pieces with it,” Murph hit back with a sarcastic smile. “But not all dreams come true.”
"And I was hoping that being a senior in high school you could get along,” Steve interrupted. “But I see that’s impossible.”
A wide ironic smile on Tony’s face competed with Murph’s, who cut off her sleeves and he fought back by trying to bite her finger.
“Beautiful welcome Tony, only you know how to give a wonderful welcome” Natasha joined the group hugging Murph from behind who deposited a kiss on her cheek. "Wait, do I smell like Parisian perfume?”
Murph welcomed Nat, who was her ally in the fight against Tony, as Steve was, after all, a neutral axis in the battle. Nat shook Steve’s hand and when she went to greet Tony he tried to kiss her on the lips, for which she took a punch in the arm. The doorbell rang breaking the group depending on the subjects that each one of them had.
“See you later in the cafeteria and keep catching up,” Murph told Steve who was leaving on the other side with Tony.
Murph gave Steve a farewell smile, but her gaze crossed with Tony’s who gave her another wry smile, and she gave him back a look of hate that could have left him petrified.
"And we keep on catching up,” Nat repeated with a retintile eyebrow.¡
“I have many things to tell you, and I hope you will tell me too.”
"Everything depends on the gift you brought me from Paris.”
Murph laughed, and the two separated right in the administration offices, where Murph had a long morning getting things in order.
After two hours of filling out forms and making photocopies of the documents she brought from the institute in Paris, she had become an expert. She had hoped to have an hour off, before lunchtime, to escape to the developing room to have the photo film developed, but that seemed impossible. When the bell rang, she had scarcely had time to approach the room and put the film away in her wardrobe. She went to the cafeteria and found her lady friend sitting at a table, right next to the large window overlooking the football field.
“Where were you? I was waiting for you to start eating together, but this pizza was tempting me”
“If I tell you that I’ve been reading nonsensical documents all morning…” snorted Murph sitting across from her and pulling out her sandwich. “If I find out, I’m not going to Paris.”
"Dramatic girl. You know that’s not true,” Nat arched an eyebrow and smiled at her.
“Well, I need an update,” Murph began by getting serious. “Has anything interesting happened in my absence? Anyone new?”
“New? No, anything interesting? No. This Seaville Murph, nothing happens here.”
“I’ll look on the bright side. At least I haven’t missed anything,” she shrugged.
“I think you could go away for ten years and when you came back everything would be the same.”
The girls, seeing Steve and Tony’s late arrival, who would surely have been entertained, so they began to eat.
"By the way, have you written the application for Brenau yet? The deadline is January 1st.”
"It’s practically finished,” Nat reported, “I’ll go over it during the holidays and send it.”
"Are you ready to go and live in Paris next year and drive the Parisians crazy?” Natasha winked at her. “You haven’t been hiding some film adventure from me all this time?”
“Oh… well, now that you mention it…” Murph lowered his voice and continued her ironic game just as Tony and Steve were making their appearance. “As I was strolling through the Luxembourg Gardens that first night I heard a sweet melody in the background and I walked towards it. There was a man playing the saxophone and I stopped to listen to him for a couple of minutes. I was so absorbed that I hardly noticed that a boy had stood right next to me until he said "Ne pensez-vous pas que Paris a un charme particulier?” Then I looked at him, he had the prettiest green eyes I’d ever seen,“ Murph stopped her story to make a false sigh. "Then we walked until late at night, and met every afternoon to show me the most beautiful corners of the city. I think they were the most romantic months of my life.
Three pairs of eyes stared at her showing completely different feelings. Natasha, who was sitting in front of her, was holding her laughter, Steve, who was standing holding his tray next to Tony, seemed completely confused by what had just happened and Tony raised an eyebrow, somewhat curious about the story.
At this point none of the girls could keep their composure and began to laugh.
"What was that?” asked Steve sitting next to Murph. Is that true?
“Come on! She’ s pulling your leg,” reported Tony standing next to Nat.
“Wait, how can you be so sure that my story isn’t true? Couldn’t I have my romantic story with a Parisian?
"Was he blind?”
Murph squinted, just as Tony had a start after being stepped on by Nat under the table. The change in conversation made it easier to keep the discussion going, but there was always something going on to spoil civilized conversations. Tony was having a hard fight in front of the ketchup envelope which he could not open to spread on his burger, such was his desperation that when he took a bite, the envelope broke causing the sauce to hit Murph’s dress. Nat’s eyes along with Steve’s opened wide waiting for the contest between the two.
“You’re an idiot, Stark!” Murph took a couple of napkins that Nat offered her so she could quickly remove the sauce.
“At least it matches your dress,” he intervened with a broad smile.
Murph went to the food bar with the intention that some of the cooks had some of their magic ideas to make the stain go away. Tony followed her without letting go of his burger, although Steve and Nat advised him to stay quiet and sit down.
“Come on Murphy is barely different from the red fabric of the dress,” he said as he stood next to her, and knowing how much she hated being called that.
“How many times have I told you not to call me Murphy,” she said, rubbing the stain with soap and water.
“It’s your name,” he shrugged indifferently. “It’s not my fault your parents decided to name you.
Murph bit her tongue so as not to have to let go of all those things that were going through her mind, and put on a show in the middle of the cafeteria. She was lucky that at that moment someone appeared who diverted Tony’s attention.
"Ready for debate class, Stark?”
“Of course, Hammer. I can’t wait to see you try to put your limited vocabulary together in one sentence,” Tony took a bite of his burger.
“Come on Tony, you’ve got a lifetime to be an idiot, why don’t you take a day off,” urged Justin Hammer.
Murph couldn’t help but smile at the comment, which Tony noticed.
“Hammer, everyone has the right to act stupid for a while, but I’m not really the one who abuses that privilege,” Tony took another bite of his burger.
Justin Hammer had gotten what he wanted, and his success was based on a half smile as he left. Tony turned to face Murph, who dedicated a high eyebrow to him.
“Don’t you abuse that privilege?”
Murph’s smile faded just as Tony stuck his finger in his burger, and bathed it in the little ketchup rubbing it down Murph’s cheek.
“You’re disgusting,” she exclaimed, wiping her cheek.
“Thank you,” he said.
“Don’t thank me for the insult, it’s always a pleasure.”
The bell ended the lunch hour again. Tony walked over to the table and jumped on Steve’s back as Natasha and Murph picked up their things.
"Hey, what are you doing this afternoon? I thought we could all go to Barry’s and keep catching up,” she proposed to Natasha as they headed for the lockers.
“I have a dance class, and I guess it’s the last one before Christmas, so it’ll last until dinnertime.”
“Did someone say Barry’s?” Tony slowed down and intervened in the conversation.
“Sounds like a good idea to me,” said Steve. “Barry’s at 7pm?”
“Nat has a dance class.”
"Guys, I know I’m an exceptional piece, but you can go without me, don’t worry,” Natasha opened her locker.
“Okay, but tomorrow you have to accompany me yes or yes to the mall, I still have a gift for my father,” Murph leaned in front of her.
“That means you’ve already got mine,” Tony winked at Murph, who hated his sudden mood swings.
“Yes, a one-way ticket to the farthest place on earth.”
"You know you’d miss me.”
Skipping Tony, Murph added “So I’ll see you this afternoon at Barry’s, and it’s okay if you don’t show up there Stark.”
"Believe me, it’s the last thing I want to do, but where Steve goes, I go.”
Taglist Open (DM)
pairing: steve rogers x reader (ft. mentions of other avengers)
summary: who would’ve guessed that a camping trip with your team and a man who you couldn’t stand would go south so quickly? (that’s a rheotical question.)
warnings: mentions of a broken bone, kind of enemies to lovers, swearing
word count: 2.4k
author’s note: i’ve honestly never gone camping before. hopefully that’s not to obvious. enjoy!
Hi all, I’m fairly new to this side of Tumblr but some of the things I have read this month have been incredible. And honestly, everyone should read them! So, I thought I’d put together a list of everything that I have read this month. And I hope you enjoy!
Please note that the majority of these fics contain smut (sorry not sorry) or other adult themes including non-con/dub/con, so minors please don’t interact! Also, please check the authors warnings before reading any fic. You are responsible for your own content consumption.
I’m honestly just in awe of the talent of these writers so I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I did! And if anything this just makes it easier to come back to my faves!
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female reader
A/n: This was cute. You can read my other fics on my Masterlist
“Steve? I’m home.”, you announced but neither your daughter or husband were nowhere to be seen.
You called them again but nothing, until you heard your daughter giggling,. “Is that true daddy?”
Pairing: nomad!Steve Rogers x enhanced!Fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes (slight AU)
Summary: Your first mission with team nomad goes pretty well, unless you ask Steve.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (thigh riding, handjobs, oral sex (m/f receiving), threesome, slightly acrobatic spitroasting, cum eating, unprotected vaginal sex, double penetration), protective!Steve, soft!Bucky, SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!!!!!
A/N: This has been in my WIP folder forever! I am so happy it’s finally finished! A technical continuation of my Merry Christmas Bucky fic, but can def be read as a one shot. And it’s another sassy reader for y’all!
“I’m not wearing that, Nat.”
“Would you pull the stick out of your ass, Y/N? It’s standard issue.”
“Standard issue decided by which ancient white guy?” You said, eyeing the catsuit with a look of contempt.
“Really, that’s the argument you’re going to use?” Nat said as she rolled her eyes at you. “You’re dressed like the fucking tomb raider.”
You shot a vicious glare at Steve and Bucky behind you when you heard them snorting and chuckling at yours and Nat’s bickering. “You two can just shut the fuck up. I’m not spending my first op with you bastards with a camel toe.”