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NAUGHTY LIST | STEVE ROGERS X FEM!READER

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summary || you were friends with Steve Rogers for as long as you can remember, but something changed and now you felt more. Does he feel the same? - christmas inspired and very fluffy friends to lovers with moderate spice-

word count: 7.5k

Warnings/Tags: 18+ minors DNI. slow burn, friends to lovers, cursing, oral (m to f), fingering, praise kink, consensual sex.

The air was brisk and cold, fragments of snowflakes pressing up against the window pane. Your nose was turning pink and bruised as your face sat flush against the glass, watching the busy street below.

The sounds of the city were muffled over the sound of the music drifting through the halls of your penthouse. Although you lived in a pretty high apartment, it was low enough for you to still study the people of the city out your window. You hated living in your last place, the people looked like ants and you couldn't find satisfaction in imagining the lives of those walking by when they were so small from your window.

Your ears perk up to the sound of a rough knock on your door and you push yourself off the pillow you had positioned on the floor next to the floor-ceiling window. You had a few couches around the place that you could push up against the windows if you'd like, but you liked this way better.

The sound of your socks softly hitting the hardwood floor fill your ears as you walk through your living room and into the hall that leads to the front door. The music has drifted and you take a deep breath before getting on your tip toes to see who it is.

A vision of dark blond hair, blue eyes, and a white knitted sweater fills your peephole and your heart warms.

You've been best friends with Steve Rogers for as long as you can remember. It was only recently that you began to feel a shift in your feelings towards him. It happened a couple of months ago and ever since you've felt the sudden change in your friendship as you did your best to hide your attraction.

There was no way that your best friend, the ever handsome Steve Rogers, would feel the same way about you. Did you ever tell him and see if he felt the same? No way! That would be basically tying yourself up and lighting a match, burning yourself at the stake at this outrageous confession.

Your heart murmurs faster against your chest and you take a deep breath, your shoulder rising up and down in a slow fashion. You didn't even bother getting dressed this morning. It was a Saturday after all and all of your plans were right here in the apartment.

You wore an oversized shirt that Steve lent you one drunken night two years ago after he had to wrestle you playfully to get out of your club outfit and into pajamas. You, of course, refused and only cooperated by demanding the shirt off of Steve's back and he... obliged. Its stitches began to fray from the nightly use of it after you possessed it, but you wouldn't ever throw it out unless it meant you got another one of Steve's shirts.

Even then, you didn't know the attraction to Steve would skyrocket like it has the past few months. The friendship has always been like that, Steve's willingness to help out his best friend even if it meant giving his shirt for her to wear in her drunken, demanding state.

So... to be confused as to why your best friend was knocking on your door brought curiosity. It's not like you guys had any plans today since yours were to stay in, watch Christmas movies, and people watch out the window. Your job was draining as it is, being a freelance copyrighter and ghostwriter for various famous names. All hours of the week were booked to sustain the downtown lifestyle you kept, but you made good money and couldn't complain.

Another knock, lighter this time, brings you back to the moment and you run your hands over your dark waves before placing your hand over the lock and twisting it, pulling down on the handle.

Steve's body suddenly fills the space between the hallway and door as you open it wide, taking him in. You can already feel the flush of your cheeks at the sight of him, something that has been happening ever since the day you realized you felt more for your best friend than you let on.

"Caramel," Steve says with a glint in his cerulean eyes and you furrow your brows confused if this was a new nickname you weren't aware of.

"Wha-" But before you can finish your question, Steve pulls his hands to his chest where he's holding two coffee cups in a tray you didn't notice he's been holding this whole time.

"Caramel latte, for you." Steve laughs, his eyes brightening again as you pull a smile on your face at the sight of caffeine and yummy goodness in your favorite latte.

"Mmm," You say with a sigh as you reach your hands over to the cup in the tray, but Steve pulls the tray back towards his side and tsks.

"Not until you let me in."

You shake your head as a laugh escapes your lips, moving to the side to let your best friend in. You strain your neck as you look up at him, his height always shocking you at the close proximity. You were a stagnant five two while his frame was a whopping six two. His wide frame made you lick your lips.

You see Steve's eyes flicker to you as he enters the foyer of your penthouse. He catches you licking your lips at the sight of him and you swear there is a crimson glow growing on the tips of his cheeks and it wasn't from the winter wind outside.

He pushes the tray to you, your hands grasping around the cardboard as he unties his shoes and leaves them near the door. He wore brown slacks and dress shoes, way too dressed for this early in the day.

You let the door swing closed next to you, watching his movements like a deer in headlights. You never really liked having outside shoes inside and it was relieving to know Steve understood and respected that.

"So, what are you doing here?" You muster out, finally letting out a long breath and turning on your heels.

You feel Steve rise and follow you to the massive kitchen. You push a few Christmas decorations on the white marble island and place the tray on there, grabbing the latte. The warm container fills your hands and you feel yourself relax at the fahrenheit. It's been such a cold winter here in Chicago you almost skipped town to lay on the beaches in Florida or even out of the country.

Steve clears his throat and leans over the island counter, watching you through his lashes. His eyes travel from your eyes to your lips and you subconsciously part your lips. He looks down at the counter quickly, clearing his throat again.

"I was hoping you'd be home and want to hang out," Steve finally says, his fingers drawing invisible circles on the island. Your eyes watch his fingers twirl, twirl, twirl on the marble patterns and your heart begins to patter, patter, patter along with his movements.

"Oh," You squeak out, pulling the latte up to your lips and taking a sip of the hot liquid. Instantly, the warmth runs through your body and you feel even more relaxed. It was nearing the afternoon and you were shocked that this was the first hit of caffeine you had today.

Steve's lips part and his tongue swipes along his front teeth before he pulls himself up from the island and turns around, surveying the living room in front of him. You shuffle your feet until you're leaning against the island beside him. You take another sip of your latte and then push it towards Steve's arm, nudging him to drink some.

He turns his head, peering down at you before locking his eyes on the latte you're pushing towards him. He grabs the small cup, his massive hand enveloping the cup and your hand in the process. The heat of his palm scorches you and you look up, hitching your breath.

The pupils in Steve's eyes grow slowly as you lock eyes with him. There's a moment of brief silence as you both stare, your insides doing flips.

"My date bailed on me last night," Steve blurts out, your stomach twisting at his words.

"Oh, right, you had a date last night..." You muster out, your voice barely audible. You can feel the stagger of your heartbeat as your brain processes Steve's words. You completely forgot that your best friend had a date last night. It's not like he was reserved for you, but it still hurt.

He doesn't even know how you feel, dummy. These words circle your head as you bite your bottom lip in defeat and back away from Steve. Your feet take over and bring your body towards the living room, plopping your massive white cloud couch. The soft cushions suck your body in and you breathe out a heavy sigh.

Steve is in your peripheral as you look out the window again, the wind carrying snowflakes across the pane. You can see him lift his arm and his hand reach towards his chin, scratching his jaw.

You can't bear to look at him as you attempt to calm your ever-beating heart at his words. This was crazy, you had no right to be acting this way. It would be too obvious if you kept up this silent game. Steve would begin asking questions... questions that you didn't want to confess answers to.

"Come," You say quietly, patting the cushion next to you. You finally turn your gaze towards him and he brings a small smile to his lips. His hands reach behind him towards the abandoned latte cup on the island and picks it up.

Steve takes a sip as he makes his way towards your couch, taking his time to settle in next to you. He sighs, leaning back and raising his arm to drape it over the couch, right by your neck. You feel your body stiffen at this motion and you gulp.

"It's okay, I know she wasn't someone I really thought I could get along with," Steve speaks up, breaking your from your thoughts. You shake your head and lean back in the couch, letting your neck fall onto his arm.

You turn your head towards Steve and see his curious eyes look back at you. Brows furrowed, stammering heart in your chest, and you're suddenly unable to respond. You clear your throat and Steve just smiles again before shrugging his shoulders.

"These dates... or attempts to go on a date, are pointless. Really," Steve sighs and looks at you with a long stare. You're still quiet, unsure how to really process his words. You were never the one to care who Steve dated, but he's definitely talking about this because he has a reason to.

"What do you mean?" You muster out, your voice dry and raspy.

Steve's hand behind your head grabs your shoulder and begins moving in a caring motion. The beating of your heart skips and you feel like you're about to have a heart attack. You take a deep breath and try to focus on anything but Steve's eyes or lips. Your eyes settle on his jaw.

"I think I just started to realize that they weren't the kind of women I wanted to be with," Steve says finally after a long pause. He clears his throat and removes his hand from behind you and settles his hands on his lap, enclosing the latte cup. "How long have we been friends?"

His question catches you off guard, causing you to blink a few times before spitting out, "Since we were in seventh grade. You punched that kid who made fun of my pigtail braids."

You both laugh at that fond memory that began the ever growing friendship. Steve nods and pierces his lips in a tight line. "We know each other like the back of our hands. Why have you never said anything about anyone I chose to date? They were pretty shallow and never really fulfilled me in other areas of my life."

The other area in his life that he didn't mention was the obvious intimacy. One that you haven't had much of. But you knew Steve was an attractive man all through high school and college. He seemed to keep getting attractive the older he got, which brought on more female attention. I never cared since I really only saw him as a friend... until a few months ago.

"That's not really my area to judge," You confessed, biting your bottom lip and hoping this conversation doesn't turn south quick. You wanted to know how he felt, if he felt anything at all, about you. Not right now.

"Come on, you have to give me something. Make me feel better about the bail last night. I could've hung out with you, drinking your favorite wine and decorating the place." His hand gestures towards your apartment.

You did drink lots of wine and decorate the whole place last night. You invited Steve, but that's when you found out he had a date. This caused you to drink even more wine and fuck up the lights on the tree. There was one side that definitely lacked the red and white lights. Maybe that's why you completely forgot he had a date... you were too drunk to remember.

"Steve," You sigh, attempting to push yourself off the couch but Steve's hand grabs your wrist in a gentle fashion and you look at him. You settle back on the couch. His eyes are yearning, begging even, to know your opinion. Here's your chance. Do it!

"Steve," You repeat and he sits taller on the couch his hand never moving from your wrist. It burned hot from the heat of his skin. "A lot of the times people only see you for your looks and forget how amazing you are as a person. It's been like this all the years I've known you. Remember Sharon?"

The memory of his long-term girlfriend from college brings a scowl on Steve's face and he shakes his head. "She was something else," He agrees.

"She never really liked me. Thought I was getting in the way of your relationship." You confessed, remembering the night Sharon cornered you at a college party swearing if you continued to be close to Steve she would make sure you regretted it. Of course, you knew Steve would never allow that. You were just a friend after all and once you told him the threat she made, he cut her off.

"Honesty is a big thing for me. And loyalty. You've been the only one that has given me that, honeybee." The nickname rolls off his tongue like, well honey, and your insides melt.

"Steve Rogers, where on Earth are you going with this conversation?"

His blue eyes look down at you cautiously before he leans over, draping his elbows on his knees. The close proximity allows you to smell the shampoo scent on his hair and aftershave.

"I think I've been going at it all wrong and have been ignoring the one place I should have looked."

His words are slow and steady like he is treading water and afraid to fall and drown. The beat of your heart continues to pulse erratically.

"Steve—" You begin, but he cuts you off.

"I just didn't know and didn't allow myself to see or think about it. But it makes perfect sense." He says, his last words a statement and not a question. He is sure of what he's saying. Which is scaring you.

"There have been feelings that I haven't really felt in a while... with you."

Your body stiffens. Your heart skips a beat and your breath hitches. What?

"What?" Is all you can whisper. His knees begin to shake up and down in nervousness and you can't believe you're witnessing this.

The ever so confident Steve Rogers is nervous and it's because of you.

"I think you know what I'm talking about. There's something happening between us and we can feel it. I know I am. Are you?"

You gulp, unsure how to process this. You slowly warmed yourself up to the idea of maybe mentioning this slight crush to Steve months in the future... not now. Not when he's here in your apartment. Not while you're in his massive shirt that covers your thighs, and fuzzy socks.

The words are at the tip of your tongue. But you can't. Say. It.

Steve finally leans to his side so he can see you better from his side. He waits a few seconds, his eyes bearing into your soul and waiting for an answer. An answer you're too scared to give.

"I-I don't know," you finally say with a croak in your voice. Steve's eyes turn from bright to dull. Like you went inside his soul, turned the lights off and left.

"Oh," Steve whispers, his lips parting and his brows furrowing. His hands clasp the cup in his hands even harder and you flinch, ready for it to explode.

But instead, Steve gets up from the couch in a quick motion causing the cushions to shift around you and you have to grab onto them to steady yourself.

"Steve?"

He shakes his head and walks to your window, looking out at the people walking about to their brunch meet ups and shopping excursions. A mix of tourists and locals.

He sighs and then turns back at you, his shoulders moving in up and down motions as he continues to breath harshly. "Life is too short to wait on things that feel like they belong. I know what that is and I hope I'm not reading anything wrong. There's something you're not telling me, honeybee."

You bite your lip and watch him from your seat. He looks rather exhausted, like he had a couple pounds lifted from his shoulders. He's right and can always tell when you have a secret or keeping something hidden in the deep files of your brain.

Your quiet stature lets Steve know that you have something to say, but not the voice. Which at times made him really care for you and admire that you had so many thoughts in your head... But right now, he needed you to verbalize these thoughts and help him know if he wasn't crazy to feel what he was for his best friend.

It's a crazy notion falling in love with a friend you've known for more than half your life. It's almost selfish. Wanting to keep the one person you've known for years all to yourself and then continue to in a romantic way. Not giving them the possibility to fall in love with someone else and branch out from the tight bubble the friendship manifested.

"Life's too short," He mutters out in a quick breath before turning on his heels and walking toward the foyer of your place. You can hear the hustle of his putting on his shoes and opening the door, closing hit with a small click.

You blink once. Twice. And then a third time before you lean back in your couch and just repeat the words fuck over and over again. This wasn't how you thought your day was going to go. Steve never left in such a hurry like he did right now and that made you worried.

He just didn't understand that you didn't want to ruin anything. Why ruin a friendship just to try out a romantic relationship? You've read the books and even wrote the books that always left best friends finding other lovers. Friends to lovers was never a trope you could get behind and never assumed would be possible for your real life.

Being a hopeless romantic and a writer took its toll on your personal life and you didn't know what to do. Steve said something you never thought he'd say and you fucked. It. Up.

****

A couple hours later the sun has gone down and you've eaten all the tacos you ordered that evening. The candles were lit around your place and you showered and changed into Christmas pajamas.

The tv screen in the living room near the floor to ceiling windows displayed Netflix, ready to play your favorite Christmas themed movie Home Alone. Although the elements of the movie were rather comedic, you still liked how there was some Christmas cheer in it. You didn't have the guts to watch a romantic Christmas movie after this morning.

As you settled in the couch and clicked the play button on your remote, there was a knock on your door. You look at the dark hallway where your door is and furrow your brows, unsure who it could be. You didn't order anymore food and your few friends in the city were away for the weekend.

You pause the movie and sigh, getting up from the couch and padding your way to the door. It felt like de ja vu. Walking towards the door and looking through the peephole to see your best friend there, again.

You open the door harshly, taking in Steve. Again. His rosy cheeks from the blizzard that was beginning to form tonight made your insides warm. God damn it.

"Steve?" You muster out, unsure if you should let him in after this morning's conversation. He left rather harshly and didn't text you all day even after you left a message hoping he was okay in this weather.

His black, puffy winter coat made his frame even bigger than it was and he wore the same clothes he did this morning. He was carrying a duffle bag and your brows furrowed even more.

"Honeybee, we need to talk. I'm not leaving until we do." His words are frantic and he breathes heavily, as if he just climbed all the stairs in this building to get to your door.

You step aside and let him in, watching him the same way you did this morning taking off his shoes and then shimmying out of his jacket and hanging it not the hook on the wall.

"Why do you have a bag? Is everything okay? Is your place okay?" Your questions begin to waterfall out of your mouth and Steve finally turns towards you.

He steps closer, causing your body to shudder at the way his height makes you strain your neck to look at his face. His hands reach up, grabbing the sides of your face holding you in place. His hands are freezing, but you don't move. You feel the hammering of your heart take over the sounds in your ear and that's all you can hear as...

Steve leans in, his hands shaking ever so slightly as they hold your face. His pink, plump lips brush over yours slowly and then with gentle force. You hold your breath, closing your eyes as you take in this moment.

He pulls back his lips, but then smashes his lips against yours with even more intensity. This causes you to open your eyes in shock, your body melting right there in your foyer.

Steve finally separates from your lips, his hands falling to your shoulders and then to your arms. You breathe deeply, your lips feeling plump at the kisses.

"I just needed to finally do that," He breathes out, his eyes searching yours. All you can do is nod, not wanting to ruin the moment with any of your words. Because even though your mind is full of words to articulate this moment right now, you couldn't Steven Rogers has left you speechless.

You clear your throat, and then breathe out a sigh of relief and then he gives you a small smile. The one you've come to love. The small smile that he reserves for only his best friend. For you.

He finally turns towards your apartment and walks in. You follow along like a puppy and see as he plops his duffel bag on one end of the couch and his unzips it slightly, pulling out fabric. He turns around and you bark out a laugh.

"Looks like we're going to be twins tonight," He chuckles as he holds up the same Christmas pajamas you have on your body. The ones you both got last Christmas from his parents.

"I started Home Alone, if you'd like to join," You say finally, unsure how you got your voice after that kiss. Steve just smiles and then nods, making his way through your penthouse like he lives there. You hear the door to your bedroom close and you finally let yourself feel.

You jump in place and squeal, letting your dark waves fall over your face and you can't help but giggle. Something about that kiss, like it was finally meant to happen.

After you compose yourself, you make your way to the kitchen and pull out your favorite wine and two wine glasses before returning to the living room. You place the glasses on the coffee table in front of the couch and begin to fill both with wine.

You hear heavy footsteps and pause mid-pour and look up, seeing Steve walk in with the same pajamas but they're much more better looking on him. The long sleeve plaid top fits well against the muscles you always forget he had. The bottoms were loose, but not enough. You could see the outline of his crotch area and that brought instant heat to your core.

You pierce your lips and reach blindly for the glass on the table, bringing it to your lips and drinking it. All of it. Steve studies you as you watch him and then lets out a chuckle before joining you on the couch. He leans over, his hand brushing your thigh while the other reaches for his glass of wine.

"Mm, riesling. You're favorite, which will always be my favorite." He says, taking a sip and letting the wine taste fill his mouth. Sweet, but dry enough to taste like wine instead of juice.

"What made you come back?"

He stops mid-sip, the glass rim hanging on his soft lips as his blue eyes look at you. He pulls the glass down, resting the base on his knee.

"I couldn't think straight. I went to see Bucky and talked to him."

"And?" You wondered what his college best friend could've said to him. You didn't really know Bucky, but Steve always had good things to say to him. You always thought Bucky would disapprove of your friendship turning to romantic with Steve if it ever got that far. Your ears perk up, waiting for his response.

"He told me to stop waiting and to just kiss you already." His eyes catch yours as you bring the wine glass to your lips and take another sip, finishing it. So your worries about Bucky were wrong.

"He really said that? Bucky Barnes?" You ask incredulously. Steve nods and then brushes the hand that's still fastened on your thigh in slow motions.

"I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable, but I just had to finally kiss you. I know you see me as a friend, but it's been weird lately and I thought maybe you started to see me as more." His cheeks grow crimson at this confession and your heart stammers again.

"I did. I do, Steve. I never thought you'd see me that way, to be honest." You confess and his brows furrow. You take a deep breath and finally let the truth come out. "I always thought you'd see me as the sidekick and the friend that would be by your side no matter what. I never thought you'd fit me in your life in this kind of way. Romantically."

"I didn't think so either," He confesses and then lets a small smile take over his lips. The small smile he always reserved for you. "It kind of just came rushing. Remember how a month ago you got sick with the flu and couldn't work or do anything?"

You nod at the horrible memory, being stuck in bed all week and barely having the strength to go to the bathroom or even shower. But Steve came over and stayed the whole week.

"It kind of dawned on me while I was taking care of you that I really liked you. And not in the friend way." He clears his throat. "Just being able to care for you, be that person who helped you in that time of need. It gave me purpose and it also made me see you in a different way. The way your eyes would light up every morning as I brought you breakfast. I could look at your eyes all my life."

His words catch you off guard and you bring your gaze to him. His eyes twinkle and you can't help the swarm of butterflies in your stomach. His hand continues to rub on your thigh and his thumb begins to create comforting circles.

"Halloween," You blurt out and he pierces his lips in confusion. You take a deep breath and lean in, your face inches away from his. His eyes move from yours to your lips and he breathes out heavily.

"We were dressed up as a bee and beekeeper." You recall the memory like it was yesterday. "We were at Bucky's party and some guy groped my ass when I was on my way to the bathroom. He cornered me and tried to take me to Bucky's room..." You gulp, eyes beginning to fill with tears. You never really thought that kind of thing would happen to you, but it didn't because of Steve.

He watches intently as you finish. "You just happened to be walking to the bathroom as well, not even knowing I went down the hallway as well. You saw him groping me and forcing me further down the hall. You rushed down the hall and pushed him off me, pinning him down on the ground and beating him to a pulp."

His hand on my thigh tightens as he remembers the night all too well. "He deserved every broken tooth and bloody nose." You nod and then place your hand over his fist.

"That's when I realized that you were the kind of man I really wanted in that way. I knew you'd always defend me as a friend, but that night something shifted in me. I saw you differently, Steve."

He gulps and searches your eyes, his fist loosening and then going flat on your thigh again. His other hand lays the empty wine glass on the other side of the couch before placing his fingers gently on your side. Your breath hitches as he closes the distance and kisses you again, his lips soft and safe.

You move your hands to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer and he lets out a moan. This causes your body to go feral and the coil in you tighten, making you kiss him harshly and parting his lips. Your tongue enters his mouth hungrily and he opens his mouth wider.

"Steve-" You whine, but before you can say anything else he wraps his other hand on your waist on pulls you up until your straddling his waist on the couch. Both of your cores are flush with each other and you can feel the length of his crotch as you begin to grind your hips.

"Fuck," Steve moans out as he separates your lips and then pulls you closer, enclosing his lips on your neck. You let him lather you in kisses as you continue to grind your hips, looking for a release to this feeling in your core.

His hands move up and down on your waist until his fingers separate the fabric of your top and bottoms. His fingers find your skin, causing the length in his pants to grow even more from the touch.

You close your eyes as you feel his fingers follow the curve of your waist, finally settling right under the wire of your lace bra. You shudder, unsure if he's sure about this. He feels your sudden shift and halts his hands and leans back to look at you. His blue eyes hold a safety within them and you breathe out a heavy breath and nod, letting him continue.

It hasn't been a while since you've done this, but you know that Steve is definitely the more experienced one out of you two. His hands know exactly where to go as they move up your ribcage and nestle your lace-covered breasts in his hands.

"God, you're like a goddess before my eyes." His words are new to you and you realize that you've never seen this side of him before. But you've definitely fantasized about it recently.

His hands squeeze your breasts and find their way under the lace bra, his fingers brushing against your hardened nipples. This causes you to let out a moan again and you resume to grind your hips on his core.

"Honeybee, if you keep that pace up I'm not going to last long." Just these words cause you to moan again and a swarm of heat pulls at your core. Your body begins to feel hotter suddenly, and you need your clothes off now.

"Steve, take off my top," You muster out in shallow breaths as you continue to grind on him. He doesn't hesitate as his hands move from under your bra and find the buttons on your pajamas, unclasping each one with speed and then pulling the sleeves over your shoulders. The fabric falls to the ground and you see his eyes drink you up, traveling from your neck to your chest.

"Now your turn," He teases and you nod, your shaking fingers pulling at the buttons on his top. With each button unclasped, his defined chest and abs begin to show and you gasp. He was always built, but being this close and intimate with Steve was different.

Your fingers finish unclasping the buttons, pulling the fabric off his huge shoulders and then throwing the fabric on the ground alongside yours. You wrap your arms around his bare shoulders, his hands doing the same to your waist.

You both sit there, taking in this moment and studying one another's bodies. Although there were many times where you've seen Steve shirtless or in boxers, you were still shy being this close to him in this way.

"You're beautiful, honeybee. I always thought you were," Steve speaks up, pulls you closer to him causing your chest to touch his. You look up at him through your lashes and you bite your lip.

"Should w-we continue this in the bedroom?" You stutter out, unsure if he preferred different. But he nods and then stands up from the couch with ease, not even showing discomfort from your weight as he carries you both throughout your place until he's in your bedroom.

You let out a shriek as he lays you on the bed, causing your body to bounce on the soft mattress. You lean up, holding your body by your elbows and watch Steve as he closes the door and stalking back towards the edge of the bed.

He hovers in between your legs and then leans over the bed, his arms resting along your ears and you hitch your breath.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks, his eyes searching yours for any hint of doubt or regret.

You shake your head and give him a smile. "I've never been more sure, Rogers."

And like that, your words were all he needed to continue. You've heard stories from college friends who hooked up with Steve that swore he was the best they've ever had but you couldn't imagine that.

But now, you're watching as Steve places his hands on the waistband of your pajama bottoms and pulling slowly down your legs. His eyes follow his hands and rest at your core, staring at the pretty black lace thong you have on.

"Jesus, fuck." He mutters out, more to himself. Your hands grasp the sheets of the mattress as he continues to take off your bottoms and then run his massive hands along your thighs until they rest on the waistband of your thong.

"Mmm," You let out a moan and close your eyes, letting your head fall back on the mattress and fully submitting to his touch.

His fingers slowly pull down your thong until its past your ankles and off your body. He moves closer to the edge of the bed, keeping your legs wide open for him to see. You lift your head and see his eyes ravishing you and your core.

"Be a good girl and keep your legs open for me," He commands and your core becomes slick at his praise and demanding tone. You always knew he had an authoritative voice, but you didn't think it'd be this hot directed at you. You were at the hands of his mercy and you were about to open the flood gates if he continued.

You whimper softly as you feel his hands caress your inner thighs and feel his hot breath over your skin, getting closer to your sex. Suddenly, your hands are gripping the sheets as you feel a wet stripe run along your lips and bud.

"Steve," You moan out, unable to think as his tongue slides up and down, taking in your taste and creating circles around your bud. You could feel the coil in your tighten even more and you were sure you'd snap any second.

"Even tastier than I thought, bee," Steve says before diving in again and your head flipping hard on the mattress as you take in his tongue. There's a few seconds as he speeds up his licking until you feel a sudden touch at your entrance and know it's his thick finger attempting to go in.

You breathe even harder as you attempt to relax for him and he continues to lather up your juices and works his tongue on your bud until he can fit a finger in you.

"You're so tight for me, bee," Steve moans as he continues to thrust his finger in and out of you, causing you to open up wider for him and your coil about to burst.

"Steve, I'm about to c-" But you can't finish your sentence. His other hand moves to your ribcage until it gropes your breast underneath the lace bra and you hitch your breath.

The sensation of his finger thrusting in and out of you, curling at the perfect angle and hitting that spongy spot. The feeling of his tongue taking you whole. It was all too much and your fingers gripped the sheets so hard you thought they'd break.

"Steve!" You scream out, the coil finally snapping and your orgasm taking over. You could feel the rush of it and his mouth sucking it all up. The sounds of him drinking you up and your moaning makes it all so surreal.

"You did so great," Steve finally says as he comes up. You breathe heavily, your forehead wet with sweat and your core drenched. You lift your head, looking at Steve as he pulls his hands from your body and grabs the waistband of his own bottoms.

He looks at you and waits for you to stop him but you take in the sight as he pulls the bottoms down past his ankles. His length is bigger than you expected and the girth was wider than you think you can handle. Your coil begins to tighten again at the sight and you lick your lips.

"Like what you see, honeybee?" Steve smirks and you nod, drinking in his sight. His body is perfect as if he was sculpted by gods. You wanted to feel every part of him.

"I need you," You whine, needing him to close the distance. He doesn't hesitate one bit as he crawls on the bed until he hovers over you just enough to not crush you.

His length probes at your entrance and you take a deep breath, wrapping your arms around his neck. His blue eyes catch your gaze and he leans in giving you a soft kiss. His hands left you softly as he unsnaps the back of your bra and throws it on the ground.

Steve lets out a breath as he takes your naked body in and then his mouth leans in and takes in one breast at a time, licking and teasing your nipples until they're hard and you're moaning again.

"I love hearing you moan and beg for me."

"Please," You muster out, and you can feel his cock begin to move up and down your entrance, teasing you into sweet oblivion.

"I'll be slow, I promise," Steve whispers as he moves his mouth away from your breast and onto your lips. Your arms are still wrapped around his neck, but you feel his hand move in between your cores as he positions his cock at your entrance.

You begin to feel the stretch as he pushes his tip in, causing you to squint at the pressure. Steve kisses you harder, eating up your moans and whimpers as he pushes his cock further into you.

"You're so tight," He moans into your mouth as he takes his time filling you up. Your mind is so focused on the pleasure and pain of the stretch and fill, you can only moan and nod your head.

Steve finally thrusts into you, bottoming out and causing you to let out a whimper. He kisses you passionately as you take in his size. His hips move slowly, his cock moving out and then back in you.

"I can't-" Steve begins, panting. He removes his lips from yours and places his head in between the crook of your neck, grasping the sheets around your head as he focuses on the deep thrusts.

"Steve, I'm going to come again," You whimper loudly as he quickens his pace, making your coil tighten more and you clench around his cock. His moans sound like heaven and your mind feels trapped in ecstasy and you can't even think straight.

Your bodies mold into one as you both continue to grind your hips in sync. There is no better feeling as his cock thrusts in and out of you, filling you up whole. It's like your bodies were meant for another. Both of your moans fill up the room as the bed shakes from the movements and Steve finally lifts his head, catching your gaze as you both reach your limit.

"I'm going to come, where do you want me?" He asks, searching your eyes.

"I want you to come in me," You breathe out, hoping he can get the hint that you're protected and safe. He nods his head and then continues the dance of his hips as he thrusts even faster.

You moan louder as his cock finds your spongy spot with every thrust and your fingers grasp his shoulders, creating crescent shapes from the pressure of your nails.

"Fuck-" Steve moans as he thrusts one more time and you scream in pleasure as you come, clenching his cock and coating him in your slick. He shudders as he fills you up, the warmth filling you.

You both lay there, panting and gathering your breath. Your hands massage Steve's shoulders and he leans close, brushing his lips over yours.

He winces as he pulls out of you and you whimper at the sudden emptiness in your core. His mouth pulls into a smile and his eyes crinkle with pleasure as he lays next to you on the bed.

"I should've kissed you weeks ago," Steve says and you bark out a laugh as he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close.

"You know, I never thought of myself liking those praises you did but I enjoyed them a lot."

Steve kisses your cheek and then hums in approval. "I kinda gathered that you were the type that loved those praises and commands. You may be a good girl, but I know how to make you scream."

Your cheeks fill with heat at his words and you turn your head, resting your forehead against his.

"A good girl, huh?" You whisper and he nods.

"You've always been a good girl, but now you're definitely on the naughty list, honeybee."

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haileygarciasunshine · 4 years

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Roommates

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,167

Warning: None.

Shared Apartment AU

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Moving to New York, was one of the most difficult things you’ve had to do. Growing up in the Midwest, the two major cities you’ve ever known was Minneapolis and Chicago. Neither city prepared you for the big city of New York. The hustle and bustle made both cities look like they were standing still.

You didn’t want to live in a new city alone. Your friend Sam had suggested getting a roommate. He even set you up with your new roommate. Someone you hadn’t met before. Almost everyday, you were plagued with the ‘what if?’ thoughts. What if he was a serial killer? What if he hated you?

Your siblings were over baring and very protective, especially since you were the youngest and only girl the group. It had taken a lot of convincing on your part, to have your brothers agree to let you go to New York by yourself, preventing them from threatening or pumbling your new roommate. Sam had reassured you that your roommate, Steve, was nothing to worry about and that you would be as safe as you could possibly be. Sam had made sure to arrange a couple minute phone call and video sessions between you and Steve whenever they could. Most of the time it was a quick catch up, and greetings.

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Time went by since you and Steve had moved in together. By now you were familiar with each others routines, what the other liked or didn’t like.

Sitting on the couch, your legs were curled underneath you. Getting to Netflix, you began browsing the choices.

“Steveee.” You whined. “Hurry up.”

“Hold your horses.” He chuckled from the kitchen. “The popcorn only pops so fast.”

You giggled, before dramatically laying across the couch. Steve quickly joined you, with a large bowl of freshly popped popcorn in hand.

“Do you plan on letting me join you or...?” He teased grinning down at you.

Crossing your arms you stuck your bottom lip out playfully pouting at him. “No.”

“No?” He questioned tilting his head. Chuckling he gingerly placed the popcorn bowl on the coffee table. Before you knew it, Steve was straddling your hips, as his fingers danced along your sides making involuntary laughs escape from you.

Throwing your head back against the couch, you began thrashing around attempting to halt his actions.

“Steve.” You attempted in between laughs.

“Rethinking our answer now are we?” He teased from above you.

Furiously, you grabbed both his hands in either of yours allowing you to yank them down towards you, locking your hands around his by your head. Your quick motions caught Steve off guard. You knew of his strength, knowing if he really wanted to he could break out of your grasp.

He was now hovering above you, his nose lightly brushed against yours. His closeness caused your breath to hitch in your throat as you gazed into his eyes. As you gazed up at him, you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes flick to your lips before he leaned in slightly. His movements were subtle making you question if he actually did them or if you had imagined them.

The feeling of soft lips brushing against yours could be felt. Your heart beat into your ears, as the butterflies in your stomach began fluttering.

Ring. Ring.

Steve cleared his throat, before reaching for his phone answering. Quickly, he got off of you as he made his way to the kitchen. Letting out a huff, you ran your hands along your face in frustration. You had feelings for Steve for awhile, however you never acted on them not knowing if he shared them.

Sighing, you sat up on the couch sitting in your previous position. Once Steve returned, he had a sorrow filled expression.

“That was Sam.” He mumbled glancing down at his hands. “I...”

Standing up, you made your way in front of him. “Go.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulder, pulling him in for a hug. He rested his cheek on top of your head. Letting out a sigh, he mumbled out an apology.

“Don’t be.” You spoke against his chest. “Go be someone’s hero.” You peered up at him, admiring his looks.

Nodding he sighed before he unwrapped himself from you.

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Falling asleep on the couch, you were still dress in your clothes from the day. Your friends had demanded a girls day, causing them to practically pull you out of the apartment.

Steve was away on a mission, but he always made sure to text you whenever he could. He had left two weeks ago, and wasn’t expecting to come back until next week. It was beginning to get much more tough each day without Steve beside you.

He somehow always managed to brighten up your day. You’ve been having a couple bad days in a row, normally Steve would be home and make you feel better.

Sighing, you made the decision to go into his room. Normally, that wasn’t something you did especially when he wasn’t around. Quickly, you made your way to his dresser picking out your favorite shirt of his. Tugging it on, the hem rested comfortably above your knee.

Gazing around his room, you tugged one of his blankets that he used wrapping it around yourself. The aroma of Steve, overwhelmed you practically making you instantly giddy.

Cuddling up on the couch, you started streaming your favorite show. In no time, you had fallen asleep.

Steve bounded up the stairs, full of excitement knowing that he was home, that you were waiting for him. He attempted to open the apartment door, as quietly as he could. Taking his shoes off, he turned surprised at the scene before him. Smiling, he gazed at your sleeping figure. Crouching down, he gently traced your sleeping features.

Feeling strong arms carrying you, the familiar scent of Steve filled your nose. Clutching his shirt, you attempted to pull yourself as close as possible to him. The deep vibrations of his chuckle erupted through your hand.

Placing you on your bed, he leaned down placing a kiss to your forehead. Whimpering, your grip didn’t let up on his shirt.

“Stay?” You whispered barely opening your eyes.

“Are you sure?” He whispered in hesitation.

You hummed in response.

Steve quickly got himself ready for bed, before he crawled in next to you.

Laying on your side, you gazed at him sleepily. Smiling, you were as giddy as you could be in the middle of the night.

“You’re back.” You whispered, placing a hand on his cheek, allowing your thumb to gently trace his cheek.

The moon illuminated your room enough, allowing you to see Steve’s features. Leaning in slightly, your lips touched his. Your actions catching you both off guard. Being exhausted from the day, you didn’t care about the consequences.

Steve pulled back, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Goodnight, Y/N. We’ll talk in the morning.”

Nodding your head, you hummed. “Goodnight, Steve.”

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ilyasorokinn · 4 years

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back in time - steve rogers

pair: steve rogers x reader

summary: in which y/n isn’t steve’s always and forever

warning: endgame, angst

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Steve and Y/N had been together through everything. Through the battle of New York. Through the battle of Ultron and when things got really bad between him and tony in Germany, when Thanos attacked and half the popular disappeared, and more importantly, when him and Tony went back in time back to 1970 to get the Pym Particles.

Y/N was well aware of what had happened between him and Peggy. she knew that before Steve went into the ice that him and Peggy kinda sorta had a thing. and she knew what she was getting into.

Steve had volunteered to take back all the Pym Particles, and make sure everything was in it’s rightful places so nothing in time would be messed up. His friends stood by his side, worried that something would go wrong, like he would come back, but he would come back as like a baby. Or, he wouldn’t come back at all.

"Now, remember... You have to return the stones to the exact moment you got them. Or you're gonna open up a bunch of nasty alternative realities.” Bruce said.

"Don't worry, Bruce. Clip all the branches.” Steve said.

"You know, I tried. When I had the gauntlet, the stones, I really tried to bring her back.” Bruce said, looking at Steve, "I miss them, man.” He said.

"Me, too.” Steve said.

"You know, if you want, I can come with you.” Sam said.

"You're a good man, Sam. This one's on me, though.” Steve said and walked over to Bucky.

"Don't do anything stupid 'till I get back.” Steve said and Bucky smiled.

"How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you.” He smiled and they both hugged, "Gonna miss you, Buddy.” He said.

"It's gonna be okay, Buck.” Steve said and he looked over to Y/N.

“See you in minute.” She smiled, remembering her friend saying that to her, then never seeing her again.

“See you in a minute.” He repeated, leaning down, kissing her, then walking over to the Quantum portal and the suit morphed around his body.

"How long is this gonna take?” Sam asked.

"For him? As long as he needs. For us? Five seconds.” Bruce said and Steve picked up Mjolnir, "Ready, Cap? Alright. We'll meet you back here, okay?” He asked.

"You bet.” Steve said.

"Going quantum. Three, two, one...” He counted down and Steve disappeared into the Quantum portal, "And returning in, five, four, three, two, one...” He stopped counting, but Steve still didn’t appear. Bruce looked around at all the equipment.

"Where is he?” Sam asked.

"I don't know. He blew right by his time stamp. He should be here.” Bruce said and Y/N turned around, noticing someone sitting near the water.

"Well, get him back.” Sam said.

"I'm trying.” Bruce said.

"Get him the hell back!” Sam said.

"Hey, I said, I'm trying!” Bruce said.

"Sam.” Y/N said, and Sam and Bucky walked over to her. They saw an old man sitting on a log. Sam and Bucky walked closer to him.

"Go ahead.” Bucky said, smiling a little. Sam looked over to Y/N, who nodded with a sigh, before looking out to the water. Bucky looked at her with a sad smile before Sam walked over to Steve. They talked before Steve handed Sam his shield to try on, saying that it now belonged to him.

Sam walked back over to Bucky, looking at Y/N, telling to go up. She took a shaky breath before walking up to the older man.

“Steve?” She asked and he looked up at her.

“Y/N...” He said and she noticed the ring on his finger.

“So, I take it things went well.” She said.

“Listen-”

“I understand.” She said, “You have an opportunity. And if I went back in time to a life I had over 70 years ago, I would want to do it over again, too. I just-We’re you happy?” She asked, and he looked at her and nodded.

“Then that’s all that matters, right?” She asked, smiling at him before walking back over to Sam and Bucky.

“Hey-”

“He’s happy, right? That’s all that matters.” She said.

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aspiringauthorintraining · 5 years

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Go Get Your Girl

(Y/N) stood to the side, watching Bucky and Steve banter, with a pensive look. She tried keep a smile on her face but couldn’t, knowing what was about to happen. She heaved a big sigh as she saw the Captain walk his way over to her. Before she could say anything though, he pulled her into a hug.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” he said, burying his face into her hair.

“Steve.” she whispered quietly, her eyes starting to well up.

Not noticing the shift in mood, he made a joke. “You want me to bring back home a dinosaur for you?” His smile fell, when he pulled back to see her grim face. “What’s wrong, doll?”

Not everyone….gets a second chance.” Her watery eyes met his concerned ones. “I-I want you to be happy.”“ She tried to muster up a smile, but her bottom lip continued to quiver slightly.

“W-what are you-“

“Go get your girl.” she interrupted, smiling tearfully.

His brows furrowed at his girlfriend and his mind went blank, creating a blanket of silence. The only sounds heard were her small , quiet sniffles.

After a moment of wiping her tears away quickly, with her sleeves, she looked over to Bruce with a smile. “I think he’s ready to go.” Bruce gave her a thumbs up sign from his station, and she looked back at the man in front of her, who was still at a loss for words. “He’s got a dance to get to.”

And before Steve could respond, he felt himself being pushed onto the stage by Sam and Bucky, furthering his distance from (Y/N), who was making her way over to Bruce.

“Alright Steve, make sure to put back the stones exactly where we found them.” Bruce instructed, while pushing some buttons on the control panel, that powered up the time travel machine.

“How long will it take?” Sam asked.

“Well, for us it’ll be 3 seconds but for him, it’s however long he needs.”

Bucky walked quietly over to (Y/N), putting a comforting arm around her shoulder, while she remained in silent eye contact with Steve.

“Don’t worry, we’ll see him soon.” he said, sharing a knowing look with her.

“I know. I just can’t imagine a world without Captain America…” she said, leaning her head against his shoulder. “…for three seconds.” she tried jokingly. But Bucky saw the heartbrokenness on her face.

Steve watched the two most important people in his life comforting each other, knowing what they were thinking. But before he could say anything to them, he was interrupted by Bruce.

“All right Cap. Ready in 3…2…1.”

The stage lit up with a whir, and a second later, Steve disappeared.

“And back in 3…2…1.”

The silence ringing back confirmed to her the reality.

“Well, I should leave now. I’ve got a plane to catch.” (Y/N) hugged Bucky, as Sam and Bruce were panicking in the background. He looked down at her, her tears flowing freely now that Steve was gone.

“You don’t want to meet him?” Bucky asked, but he knew her answer.

“I don’t think I can handle seeing an old Captain America. At least, not right now.” she sniffled, her tears clouding her vision. “Just tell him, I’m off to live my best life and I’m not mad at him. That way, he won’t feel bad. You know how he is.”

“But-“

“Please.”

Bucky sighed, seeing the emotional state his close friend was in. “All right. Go catch that plane and live your best life.” He said squeezing her hand softly, with a reassuring smile.

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(1 month later)

(Y/N) was pretty sure she was going crazy. Or at least, delusional.

First, she thought she saw Steve, through the window of her plane, riding his motorcycle down the runway. That was a month ago.

Once she landed in Paris, she proceeded to stay in her hotel room for a week, watching sad movies for an excuse to cry all day in her hotel bed. After she realized she needed to start living that best life she told Bucky about, she finally ventured outside to go sightseeing around the city. Everything had been normal again; no Steve sightings, up until the past week.

On Monday, while she was having brunch out on her balcony, she saw a very familiar looking man, who looked very lost. She continued to watch him, before he disappeared behind one of the nearby buildings. On Tuesday, she passed by a man conversing with the concierge about something, but seemed to be having trouble communicating. She was about to turn around and offer her help but someone from the staff had gotten there already to translate. And on Wednesday, she could have sworn she saw Steve in the crowd at the local farmer’s market.

Which brought her to today, when she was positive she was going crazy. She was walking into the lobby of her hotel and was immediately enveloped in a scent that reminded her of Steve. But that wasn’t what made her consider her sanity. It was the sight of Steve Rogers standing in the middle of the lobby, looking right at her.

Seeing him right in front of her, like she remembered him, made her sink down to the floor of the lobby, and start crying uncontrollably.

“What is wrong with me?”

“Nothing is wrong with you, doll. I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.”

“Great, now it’s talking to me.” she said to herself.

But her heart stopped when she felt a pair of strong arms and the familiar scent encasing around her.

“You’re not going crazy. I’m really here.”

She looked up from her sleeve, wet from her tears, to see a smiling Steve.

“Are you really here?”

She pinched herself twice, thinking she had to be dreaming. But after she realized she wasn’t hallucinating nor dreaming, her eyes went wide. She started peppering his face with small kisses, before berating him.

“What are you doing here Steve? Your supposed to be old!”

“I always knew you had a thing for older men, since you were dating me. But even I’m not old enough for you?” He joked, laughing happily from the after effects of her multiple pecks on his face.

She slapped his chest, slightly frowning at the man. “You know what I’m talking about mister.”

Steve’s large hands reached for her smaller ones, her face softening at their warmth.

“You had a second chance Steve…You had a second chance with Peggy.”

Steve looked into her eyes lovingly, before staring down at their intertwined hands.

“You’re right, I did get a second chance. I could have had another shot at a life with the woman I had been thinking of since getting out of the ice. But I realized that meant losing the one chance I had at a life with the woman, who helped me move on from Peggy.”

The two hadn’t realized they had attracted a crowd, who were very interested in what was happening between the two Avengers.

Steve continued. “I was truly happy for Peggy, knowing she met someone and had a good life with him. But I realized, I wouldn’t be happy knowing that someone else would spend a life with you, being the reason you laughed and smiled everyday.” He lightly kissed each of her hands. “I want to be that person.”

He leaned in, about to kiss her, when she slapped his chest again.

“Ow! What did I do this time?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, knowing her slap caused him no pain. “Why didn’t you come back right away then?” she asked, holding onto his hands tightly.

“Bruce said something about, wrong coordinates? It actually was set to 3 minutes after I left, instead of 3 seconds. He sends his apologies.” He responded with an apologetic smile.

“So you’re staying, then?”

“Yeah, I finally got my girl.” He grinned, before finally leaning in to kiss her.

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(1 month ago, 3 minutes after Steve disappeared.)

With a small wave to Bruce and Sam, (Y/N) turned around and started walking towards her car, without a glance back. She had exchanged goodbyes with the rest of the team beforehand, and now there was no reason to stay anymore. As she started her engine, she failed to hear the whir sound of the time machine and the reappearance of a man.

Steve was enveloped in a hug by Bucky, who was surprised by his sudden appearance.

“You actually came back. You didn’t stay.” Bucky said, before noticing his friend was looking around the forest clearing for someone. “She left.” he told his friend, a little panicked.

“What? Why? W-Where is she?”

“I don’t know. We both thought you would stay with Peggy once you left, and so she left after you didn’t come back.”

“I-I...Did she mention where she was going to?”

“She just said she had a plane to catch. And to tell you that she’s off to live her best life and that she’s not mad.

Steve sighed, rubbing his face in his hands. “Of course. Because she willing to make others happy at the expense of her own happiness.”

“Sorry Steve, I must have mixed up the coordinates. I should have counted down from three minutes instead of three seconds.” Bruce piped up from the back.

“Listen Buck, I need to go catch her before I really lose her this time.”

“Go get your girl, Rogers.” Bucky smiled encouragingly.

(A/N): I didn’t really get how Steve staying in the past and still staying in the main timeline worked. So this is my take, hope you like it!

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Writers: his beautiful blue orbs stared right at me.

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kaunis-sielu · 5 years

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Biker Brawl

For the nonny who asked for biker!steve saving the reader from another gang. Hope you like it!

All you’d wanted was a drink. It’d been a long week, starting a new job in a city where you didn’t know anyone had been stressful to say the least.

The little bar had been on your way home so you hadn’t thought about ducking in. The front looked like your typical old school bar. Wood exterior, a big frosted window with the bar’s name, Widow, across it. It wasn’t until you’d stepped in that you realized it wasn’t a normal bar.

Oh no. You’d managed to stumble upon a biker bar.

Several pairs of eyes had landed on you and for a split second you almost turned around and fled, but your pride stopped you from that. So, instead you strutted up to the bar and glanced at their selection.

“What can I get for ya doll face?” The bartender had asked as you’d rested your elbows on the bar top.

“Surprise me.”

“Dark or light?”

“Light.” The blonde nods then glances over at a the table that was full of men, definitely biker men, and nodded.

“Here ya go. By the way, you may wanna sit that pretty ass down or one of the boys might hit it.” He says loud enough for the men to hear and snicker.

“They do and I’ll hit them.” You respond coolly.

“That a threat gorgeous?” One of the men calls and you glance over your shoulder at them.

“No, it’s a promise,” the men laugh and you raise an eyebrow at them, “You’re grown ass men and if my two year old nephew understands the meaning of no you bet your ass I expect all of you to as well.”

“Do you have any-“ the African American man with the gap toothed smile starts to growl when another man, one with a beard, light brown hair and bright blue eyes grips his arm.

“Enough Wilson. You heard the lady boys, no touching.”

“You claimin’ her Cap?” A slighter man, neatly trimmed beard and dark hair asks.

“Claiming me?” You ask, both eyebrows have shot up. The man who’d told them to leave you alone, this Cap, sighs then stands and saunters over to you. He’s huge. Easily six feet and built like a Greek god.

“It means you’re protected by me when you’re here, or in our other establishments and areas. That’s all.” He says softly and those eyes that you thought were blue are more like the ocean and just as intense.

“O-oh,” You mutter lamely and he gives you this little half smirk and it’s about the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.

“You’re not a part of this scene are ya?”

“This, scene?”

“The whole biker thing.”

“Oh, no I’m new here and this is the closest bar to my new apartment.”

“Not the safest area to be.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“I don’t doubt it Doll.” He smiles down at you, “I’m Steve. The boys all call me Cap but you call me whichever is more comfortable.” You introduce yourself and he gives you a soft smile when he repeats your name.

“You run into any trouble around here you drop my name and you’ll be left alone.” He digs into his pocket and when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for he raps the bar with his knuckles. When the bar tender looks he says, “I need one of my cards, and put your hearing aids in or I’m gonna tell Nat.”

“Aw man. C’mon Cap.” Steve levels the man with a glare and gets a grumble from him. He passes Steve a card from under the bar and Steve slides it over to you. The bartender stiffens causing Steve to look up.

“Clint?”

“Incoming.” He mumbles and before you can process what’s happening Steve has hauled you over the bar and Clint has pulled you down behind it.

“Stay down Darlin’.” Steve says and his tone of voice tells you not to argue. You watch as Clint slips his hearing aide into his ear, “Incoming boys.” There’s movement as the rest of the bikers move out of the corner they’d been crammed in. You hear the door open and heavy boots thudding into the bar.

“Waddya want Thanos?” One of the men asks. Sounding more bored than anything.

“I heard you’ve been trying to take over some of my territory Rogers, I don’t like that.”

“You don’t have to like it but I’m sick of reports from girls that you’re beatin’ and usin’ ‘em to make make money. We agreed no sex trade.” Steve growls and your mouth drops open, those poor girls.

“Proof Rogers, you need proof.”

“The fifteen year old girl with the black eye was proof enough.” He growls and you’re honestly a little terrified by his tone of voice. Steve sounds furious.

Good.

“Leave our territory alone.”

“Or what?”

“You’ll regret it.”

“I’m sorry, did you just threaten us in our own territory?” A voice you don’t know joins the conversation, it’s low and quiet and gives you the chills.

“Yea Barnes, what’re you gonna do about it?” Another person sneers, there’s a pause then the sound of flesh hitting flesh. This starts an all out brawl, or at least what sounds like one.

One of the men comes for Clint who blocks his swings but this gives the man a view of behind the bar and that’s when you’re spotted.

“Oy! We got a hider!” He cries gleefully, at least he’s gleeful until Clint smashes his head into the bar. That doesn’t stop the two other men who heard him from coming to the bar. Clint can’t handle both men no matter how hard he tries and one of them drags him away from you. The other comes stalking toward you, greed in his eyes, you search for something to protect yourself but find nothing. You lash out with a foot, hoping to keep him away from you but he just laughs.

“I see why you’re hidden away back here, you’re a pretty little thing.” He moves to take a step closer when a body comes hurtling over the bar and lands in front of you with a heavy thud, the ground shakes beneath him. All you see are dark jeans, dark shirt and black boots the man in front of you takes out the other man with two swift blows. He turns and you’re relieved to see Steve standing in front of you.

“Buck!” He roars, his eyes leaving yours, “Get this trash outta my bar!” This ‘Buck’ comes around the corner of the bar and drags the unconscious man out, the rest of the men sound like they tuck tail and flee. Steve’s group cheer loudly before coming to the bar where Clint is handing out drinks. He’s holding a cold bottle to his eye but is grinning nonetheless.

“Sweetheart you’re alright.” Steve’s voice is soft and soothing, you look at him with wide eyes, still curled into a ball on the floor.

“That was scary.” You mumble, “did you really have a fifteen year old come in here with a black eye?”

“We did. Nat took her to a friend who works for the government, in child protective services or something like that.”

“Good.” He gives you a little smirk then holds out a hand for you. “Who were those guys?”

“Hydra. Another club, they’re real assholes.” Steve holds your hand a couple seconds longer than necessary.

“Thank you.” You tell him with a gentle squeeze of his hand, “is it safe for me to leave?”

“I’d give it five. Then you should be good.” You nod and he grins, “Come on let me introduce you to the boys.” He leads you over to the group of men then introduces you to, Sam, Bucky, Tony, Rhody, Scott, Viz, Quill and Peter. After it’s deemed safe you go to pay your bill when Steve waves you off, “Don’t worry ‘bout it darlin.”

“Thank you for saving me Steve, I know saying thank you isn’t enough but I am truly grateful.” You tell him as he walks with you out of the bar.

“Let me take you out sometime darlin.” He says quietly, you search his face and are stunned by the look of adoration on his. “It takes a special lady to put up with that shit and I think you’re the type that could. Even if you are a cop.” Your mouth drops open, how the hell did he know?

“H-how did you- when did- what?” You sputter earning yourself a laugh from him.

“Come on darlin’ a girl as pretty as you just wanderin’ down into my bar? Doubtful. Besides, I saw ya at the station earlier when I went to pick up Nick.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Na Doll. Amused as hell.” He says with a low chuckle, “besides I know you could hold your own if shit went down and you weren’t pretending to be helpless.”

“But you’re a biker gang-“

“Club.” He corrects and you huff in annoyance at him.

“Club, you do illegal things. I have to arrest people that do illegal things.”

“Doll, does it seem like we were doin’ illegal shit in there?” He’s got a point, although the fight technically was illegal. “That’s technically, private property.” He tells you with a smirk.

“I really just needed to know about the girls. Which gang,” he makes an annoyed noise and you roll your eyes before correcting yourself, “excuse me club- was trafficking them. Thanks to you, now I know. If I tell them my cover was blown and you don’t tell me anything illegal that you do then I don’t see how one date would hurt.”

“Oh darlin’,” he purrs, “it’s not just gonna be one date.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips then. When he pulls away he shoots you a wink and stalks back toward the bar.

“I never gave you my number!” You call and he laughs.

“You’ve got my number darlin’, you call. I’m there.” You stare after him, mouth open in surprise, after a few rapid blinks you shake your head, smile slowly then turn and head back to the station.

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voidlosers · 4 years

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I wish some tumblrs would stop glorifying depression with aesthetics, this shit hurts man.

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bbparker · 6 years

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Marvel Imagine Recommendations (Master)

So here is the master of all my recommendations for the coming weeks and It will be in my masterlist!

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alternateafterthought · 7 years

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Strip It Down

Steve Rogers x Reader Summary: Steve wants to treat Y/N to a date after dealing with all of his missions and missed dates and late nights – Inspired by the song “Strip It Down” by Luke Bryan Warnings: fluff ! Lots and lots of fluff !!! Word Count: 948 Steve walked off the quinjet, Shield in one hand, helmet in the other, only stopping for a moment when someone handed him a phone. Steve smiled and took the phone, handing his shield and helmet to the agent. “Hello?” Steve spoke into the phone. “Hey man. How was the mission?” Clint’s voice asked through the phone. “Quick, easy.” Steve walked towards his room. “That’s good.” Clint’s voice muffled. “So I’m just checking in. You all set for tonight?” “Yeah I’m good on my end,” Steve smiled as he looked at the dress, note and flowers laid on the bed for Y/N. “What about you? Everything good?” “Everything’s set, Cap. You and Y/N should have a great night.” Clint chuckled. “I’ll keep the family out all night. Make sure you’re out of my barn by tomorrow around lunch.” “You got it.” Steve laughed with Steve. “Thanks for this, Clint. We really need this.” “I know man. Me and the family need this too.” Clint said. “I’ll talk to you later.” “Yeah, thank you for everything.” Steve spoke and then hung up. Steve picked up his back pack he’d already packed the day before and left the Avengers Compound. He made it to his apartment he shared with Bucky in Brooklyn, going to take a shower. Y/N had a rough day at work, if the coffee stained blouse, stack of paperwork in her arms and blisters forming on her feet were anything to go by. Her once pulled back braid was now loose, strands of hair fell free around her slightly sweaty face. With a huff, Y/N moved through the Avengers Compound towards the room she shared with Steve, wanting to just soak in a bubble bath for the next few hours. Reaching the door she juggled everything in her hands to push it open, to find it empty. A little confused, considering Steve was coming home from his mission today, Y/N dumped the paperwork on her desk, kicking off her shoes before walking towards the bed. It was then she finally say something lying on the bed. Picking up the note, Y/N read; Y/N I know we haven’t had much time together these past few months. I wanted to make it up to you. Put on the dress and shoes on the bed and meet me outside the compound at 6 o’clock. I’ll be waiting. Love Steve Y/N smiled at Steve’s beautiful handwriting, reading over the note 2 more times before looking at the dress. An off-white, floral, high low dress sat on the bed, a brown and brown belt to go with it, a pair of brown cowgirl boots sat at the bottom of the bed. Y/N also saw that a small bouquet of daisies sat on the bed too, Y/N picked them up, putting them to her nose with a smile. “Oh, Steve.” She whispered o herself, before putting down the flowers and note and going to shower. By 6 o’clock, Steve stood out the front of the Avengers Compound in a pair of faded jeans, a red flannel Bucky made him buy and a pair of cowboy boots Clint made him buy. He honestly thought he looked ridiculous, standing next to the slightly rusted red truck Clint let him borrow for the night. Steve tried not to pace, having been standing there for a whole 2 minutes, but he could feel the eyes of everyone from the second window, Stark even went as far as to have bought a chair and bowl of popcorn to watch them go. Steve began to pull at the collar of his shirt, staring at his feet when he heard the compound doors open. Looking up, Y/N was walking towards him, dress and boots, almost glowing. When Y/N reach him, he immediately bought her into him, kissing her lips softly. “Nice buckle.” Y/N whispered when she pulled away, her finger slightly running over it before moving to the door. “Thank you.” Steve opened the door for her and helped her in. The drive was silent but comfortable, the old radio buzzing with a mix of static and old music. One of Steve’s hands never left Y/N’s, the other on the steering wheel as he drove. Reaching their destination, Steve easily navigated the potholes and rubble of the familiar dirt driveway of Clint’s farm. Pulling up out front of the old barn, Steve jumped out of the truck, running around and helping Y/N land her feet safely on the ground. Steve intertwined their hands as he closed the truck door, moving Y/N towards the old barn that now glowed in the dusk with fairy lights and lanterns. “Steve…” Y/N whispered as he opened the barn door. A table had been set up in the middle of the barn, a bouquet of daisies sat in the middle. It’s was small but enough for Y/N, it was perfect. Y/N reached for Steve again, pulling him in for a kiss to tell him just how much she appreciated this. Steve smiled into the kiss, holding onto Y/N, like having his world in his arms. “Shall we eat?” Steve moved Y/N to her seat. “Ma’am.” He pulled her seat out. Conversation was easy, with the speaker Clint seemed to have set up, music constantly played throughout the night. Stark went all out and got them a 3 course meal from some 5 star restaurant, and in some little way, each Avenger left their mark for Y/N and Steve to have one perfect night together. Around 11 o’clock Y/N had pulled Steve outside the barn, turning the speaker up and they danced under the sky. The night couldn’t have been more perfect, and yet somehow it was.

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dreamingofbucky · 3 years

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Insubordinate | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

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summary || based on the tik tok by avengerwzrs where Steve sees you drunk and disobedient and he needs to teach you a lesson.

word count: 4.3k

Warnings/Tags: 18+ minors DNI. Dub-con (drinking), fingering, oral (female receiving).

The champagne flute, moments ago full of riesling wine, was nearly empty. The condensation on the glass slowly trickles down the frame and pools down the stem, into your fingers.

The sounds of the party around you, break your thoughts, causing you to turn around in your seat and study the place. For good reason, this party was for you.

Your best friend Natasha and your boyfriend, Steve, planned it all out. You’d arrive at your private birthday dinner at a nice, fancy Italian restaurant in the city before joining everyone else at one of the many houses Tony Stark owned.

Now, here you were, your belly full of pasta and champagne. You started drinking more the moment you stepped foot in the house and was greeted by Natasha shoving a shot glass into your hands. Too eager for the night to start, you downed it and ran off with your best friend leaving Steve to go and mingle with his friends.

Within the first two hours of the night, Natasha had poured more shots than you could count and you downed more shots than you thought ever possible for your small frame. Out of the corner of your eye you could sense Steve watching, his eyes lingering on your frame as you kept taking one shot after the other. His protective nature always lingered when he was around you.

It wasn’t long until you mingled with the rest of the crowd which included Thor, Loki, Bruce, Wanda, Sam, Bucky, Maria, Clint, and the host himself Tony. Of course, there were other people at the party to fill in the space of the huge house, but you didn’t know most of them. You didn’t care, you just wanted to be with your best friend and boyfriend tonight.

“Y/N, please finish that wine, it’s literally melting in your hand.” Natasha pipes up next to you, coming from who knows where and plopping down on the seat next to you.

Although you drank more than you ever have in your life, you’re still borderline drunk and pretty cohesive with words. You could see Natasha clearly, but deep down you knew your body was slowly swaying from side to side due to the alcohol.

“Only if you finish yours,” you challenge back, raising your glass towards Natasha’s mint julep. She raises her eyebrows and nods, clanking her glass with yours and both of you downing the remaining liquor within seconds.

Laughter breaks the silence after you both finish the drinks and your head turns towards the noise. Steve is laughing with Maria and Thor, clearly enamored by whatever joke was said. You smile sheepishly, happy that he’s happy. There’s also something else making you smile.

The way Steve is standing, you can see the muscles in his button down shirt popping through and the tightness of his pants barely holding onto his thighs. He was a sight to see… and all you wanted to do was push him down onto the couch and-

“I asked you a question!” Natasha’s voice breaks your dirty fantasy and you feel the heat creep up your cheeks and neck. She eyes you suspiciously before repeating herself, something about plans next week that you nod and agree to.

Your head turns back towards Steve and you feel Natasha’s gaze follow, her hand slapping your bare shoulder in a friendly manner. You turn towards her and she immediately smiles.

“You’re such a teenage girl around Steve, I love it,” She teases as she finds her eyes back to Steve and you follow. In that instant it’s like his super hearing picked up on those words and he turns slowly, catching your gaze.

He gives you a wink before returning to his conversation. You feel the instant flood of butterflies in your stomach and in between your legs. You needed him, now. But the party was still going on and it would be obvious if you went and dragged Steve by the arm to some bedroom and left the party.

You had to have a plan. Maybe if you spilled a drink on him it would force him to leave the party to go clean up and you can run off and find him… You were silently racking your brain for a plan when you find Natasha has left and come back with another shot. You turn your attention away from Steve and the group he’s with and focus on Natasha, your vision slowly doubling everything as the alcohol makes its way through your veins.

“Come on birthday girl, you only turn 28 once!” Natasha smirks, passing you the shot in her hand and squealing incessantly.

You push yourself off the barstool you’re sitting on and find your balance on your black heels. The baby pink satin dress you’re wearing slides around your figure as you get off the seat. It’s elongated to show off your curves and has a slit down your right thigh, creating an illusion of longer legs.

Minutes later, Natasha looks out to the living room of the mansion and finds Tony sitting with Wanda, Sam, and Steve. She takes your arm and drags you through the crowd, whispering quick apologies to anyone we drunkenly bump into as we beeline for the table. You can feel the heat rush to your body as she pulls me along, your eyes trying to keep up with the speed and motion we’re going at.

“Nat-” You grunt, attempting to pull yourself away from her grip and take a breather outside. In the process of doing so, you bump into someone taller than you in a dark blue Tom Ford suit. You curse yourself and look up at Tony, seeing that you spilled half his drink when you collided into him. He’s the only one standing as Steve, Wanda, and Sam watch the scene unfold.

“Sorry, Tony,” You quickly say as you try to keep your balance on your heels. It seems like they got more wobbly after leaving the makeshift bar.

“Are you drunk, Y/N?” Tony chides, a smug look on his face as he peers down at you, his eyes growing darker by the second.

He takes you in and your eyes widen, wishing you never bumped into him. He is the host after all; you’ve only spoken with Tony a couple of times so you didn’t know him as well as Natasha and Steve did. They always told you how fun Tony used to be before he had Morgan. You guess this was one of those nights where he was more like a parent than the usually spontaneous Tony Stark.

Natasha blows out a heavy sigh as she sits down next to Sam and Steve eyes you up and down. But it’s not the kind of eyes that scream I want to fuck you in that dress. It’s more of a Don’t make a fool in front of Tony tonight, he offered his place for us to use look.

And in that moment, all of your thoughts concluded to one. Steve’s disappointed look hatched an evil plan in your head that you needed to put into action.

In reality, Steve was loving every minute of this. He enjoyed your defiance and enjoyed what came after even more. He loved knowing that you could push his buttons in a seductive way that only made him want you more. He was ready to see what you’d do to Tony. He was ready to punish you in every way that he knew you were practically begging for.

You rub the apologetic frown off your face and swap it with a smug smile. You step up closely to Tony, inches away from the Iron Man himself and you tilt your nose up at him.

“I don’t know, mom, am I?” You smugly spit out. The alcohol in your veins is giving you the confidence to stand your ground even after the table around you and Tony grows silent. Your heart is beating overtime and you’re not sure whether it’s because of the alcohol or the fear of what Tony would do.

Your eyes glance towards Natasha and she shakes her head and fights back a laugh. Meanwhile, Wanda has a worried look on her face as if she just witnessed something awful. You try to keep up the facade and roll your eyes, not daring to see Steve’s reaction. The aching in between your core was already letting you know that if you didn’t continue soon, you were going to go crazy.

“Excuse me?” Tony asks, his brows furrowing and rising in frustration. In his head, he felt like you were just another Morgan to scold. Although the age difference was by decades, he still felt like you were acting like a toddler with this comeback and clumsiness.

Your eyes widen as you see his glare piercing through your body. You finally take the time to peak your eyes at Steve and he’s watching diligently. As if daring you to say what he thinks you’re going to say. So you do.

You lean down towards the table and see a bottle of Don Julio 1942 waiting for your grasp. You take the handle and pour a shot into one of the empty shot glasses next to it and turn back to Tony.

“I need another one,” You reply hastily, making eye contact with Tony.

“Hey, Y/N.” Steve’s voice cuts through the small silence within the table and you turn your head towards him, shocked he spoke up.

You could see his eyes looking at you up and down as you bite your lip and bat your lashes, attempting to downplay your wicked plan. He doesn’t buy it though, at least that’s what you think, as you smirk and raise the glass to your lips. His ocean blue eyes squint, his eyebrows furrow in frustration, and he shakes his head while maintaining eye contact with you, hoping you can catch that he wants you to quit your game.

But to Steve, he loves seeing this side of you. The way you think you hold the cards, when in actuality you’re just a spawn. He’s the one that in the end always wins. The one who yells “checkmate”.

You look back at Tony and see his jaw twitch in annoyance as he watches you take the shot back in one go. The alcohol seeps down your throat and lights a fire in you; you feel on top of the world.

Suddenly, Tony’s nostrils flare and he steps forward, closing the inches between us. The silence is deafening, it’s as if the rest of the crowd at the party is blocked out from your hearing. You can hear the breathing of everyone around you, especially Tony’s.

His chest moves up and down as he glares at you through dark eyes and that’s when you see a shift in movement to your left. Steve. You let a smirk fall onto your lips as you watched everything unravel.

Tony is lifting his arm as if to scold you with his finger, probably what he does to his daughter, while Steve gets up from his chair and makes his way to you in big strides. His gait towards you is strong and authoritative.

“Shit-” you muster out before getting your arm grabbed by Steve right before Tony can lay his pointer finger to your chest. You’re being pulled in a dominant manner by Steve and your heart is racing relentlessly as is the heartbeat between your legs. You can hear Natasha laughing in the distance and Wanda eyeing you with worry in her eyes. If only she knew.

Finally, you think to yourself. Steve finally figured your game out. He took the bait and he was going to give you what you wanted all night.

He pulls you down a hallway past the living room where the noise from the party has subsided, causing you to just hear both of your footsteps. Your knees are wobbly from the drinking and the heels, but you don’t care.

“Steve,” You pout, trying to get out of his grasp. His fingers grow tighter on your arm, but not enough to really hurt you.

As if annoyed, Steve stops in his tracks in the dark hallway and turns around, pushing your body against the wall. You wince as your back hits the wall and you hold your breath as Steve moves closer to you.

“Y/N, are you trying to be punished like a bad girl?” His voice is deep and dark, his blue eyes flickering down your body, making known what the ideas in his mind are.

You smirk and bite your lip, and let him continue to press his body against you. Your breathing increases as you struggle to intake air. You can smell his cologne and it makes you want more.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Steve.” You slyly reply. He leans in and brushes his left hand down your torso, along the seams of the satin dress, until it hits the slit on your thigh. You inhale a sharp breath as his touch lingers there.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Don’t worry, I caught on very fast. This isn’t your game we’re playing. I have my own rules,” He fires back, lust filling his eyes as he looks at you. The fingers that are placed on your thigh begin to move slowly in up and down motions, causing your skin to prickle in goosebumps. Anticipation.

“Steve-” You attempt to whine out, but your words are interrupted by his lips crashing down on yours. Your breath hitches as you take it in. His kiss is hard and demanding, leaving no room for second guessing.

His hand’s grip grows stronger on your thigh and you throw your arms around his neck, attempting to pull him closer and continue the kissing.

The pressure of his body against yours and the intensity of his lips pushing yours open and his tongue swiping along yours is all too much. You let out a quiet moan, hoping no one walks near the hallway to witness how much of a puddle you are in Steve’s grasp.

“Good girl,” Steve breathes out as he releases his lips off you and leans towards your neck, nibbling softly at the skin. His dominant nature is mixed with softness that is driving your body crazy, begging for more.

Another moan escapes your lips as his teeth bite the skin of your neck and you can’t help but let out a little yelp.

“Y/N, I’m going to need you to be quiet if you want me to continue your punishment.”

You silently nod, not daring to make another squeak. Steve takes this obedience as a good sign to hoist your legs up on his waist, wrapping your legs around his torso. His lips are still at your neck and you lean into him.

“Please,” You beg in a soft whine.

“Please what? Use your words, Y/N.” Steve replies, as his left hand reaches further past the slit on your thigh and is now placed in the inner thigh region. Suddenly, you can feel just how wet you are. He hasn’t even touched you there yet and you’re a sopping mess.

“I-I need you to fuck me already,” You muster out in hollowed breaths.

Steve smirks, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger. Literally.

“As you wish,” He responds, pushing you both off the wall and heading towards a random room in the hallway.

It’s a bedroom with white walls and wood accents in both the flooring and furniture. The bed is king size with creme colored sheets. Steve shuts the door with his feet as he continues into the room, carrying you on his waist still.

“You’ve been such a disobedient girl tonight. I know you were doing it for attention,” Steve teases as he nears the bed and leans over, laying you gently. The constant switch from dominant words to soft words, then dominant touches to soft touches is confusing your mind into a frenzy.

“Need you to touch me-” You whisper as you watch from the bed, Steve beginning to undo the clasp on your heels and taking them off ever so slowly. Your breathing halts as he gets in front of you and leans over, causing you to fall flat on your back.

His eyes trace your body from your knees to your face. Your hips buckle involuntarily and he smirks.

“I’ll do more than that, don’t you worry,” He responds, his voice lower than before. His hands find the zipper of your dress on the left side of your body and he slowly pulls it down, inch by inch. The anticipation is ever worse than the actual act. The teasing is causing your legs to shake and the wetness inside you to continue pooling into your panties.

In a matter of seconds Steve has your satin dress on the ground, leaving you in a matching baby pink lace set. His eyes seem to go dark as he takes you in.

“Did you wear this just for me?” He asks and you nod your head quickly.

He leans over, brushing his lips against your neck again and travelling down your chest until his lips are met with the lace bra covering your nipple.

He pulls one of the lace cups down and begins to lick and bite your nipple, causing your hips to buck again and a moan to escape your lips. You bit back another pleasurable moan as he moved onto the next nipple.

Your hands move to his sides and you grasp the fabric of his button down shirt, pulling him closer to your body. Suddenly, he takes your small wrists into his big hands and pulls them to your side, locking you into that position. He doesn’t want you going anywhere.

“S-Steve-” You groan, wanting him to continue going down your body until his lips are met with your aching core.

“If you want your birthday present, you’re going to have to keep your mouth shut.” He demands, causing you to blush and nod.

“Yes , sir-” You squeak out, hoping those words would create a line of forgiveness and allow you to moan a little more. It seems to work as he looks up from your nipple, his lips forming a line of saliva from your nipple to his bottom lip; he looks pleased at your words; you can feel the tightness in his crotch grow against your knee.

He begins to travel his lips again, down your belly button, along the lines of your hips meeting your inner thigh, until finally his lips rest just above your other lips.

His hands release the hold on your wrists and you immediately put them on his head, knowing you’ll need to grasp his hair for stability soon.

He gently nuzzles his nose against the pink lace thong and hits the spot where your clit is underneath the fabric, causing your body to jolt up. He lets out a low chuckle before taking his fingers and moving the fabric to the side, letting him have access to your pussy.

“You’re so wet for me,” He moans, causing you to buck your hips again at his words. You just want him inside of you already, but he’s taking his sweet time.

He leans in again and spreads the lips with his fingers and lets his tongue glide in one long stripe against your folds. You let out a moan as he does it again, making your mind fill with ecstasy.

As his tongue continues to lick your folds, he gently takes a finger and enters it in you and you grasp his hair hard. His other hand reaches for your stomach and pushes it down, causing you to be stuck in this position, under his will. You can’t move although you really want to. You’re so used to being able to move along with Steve’s motions, but he really wants control now.

His finger begins to pump in and out of you as his tongue licks and slides against your folds and clit. Each time his tongue touches your clit, it’s like electric sparks.

“I think you need more fingers before I get my cock in you,” Steve retorts as he slips another thick digit into you and you whine at the pain and pleasure that are mixing inside of you. You know it’ll just be worse once he stretches you out and fills you with his length.

“Yes, sir-” You respond breathlessly and wince as he pumps in and out of you and puts another thick digit into your pussy without warning. Your hips attempt to buck up in pleasure but his other hand on your stomach prevents you from doing just that. You can hear the deviant laughter fall off his lips.

Your hold on his hair grows stronger as this game of fingering continues. It feels like hours pass but you know it’s only been a couple of minutes. Your wetness just continues to pour out of you until you feel the escalated climax reaching its point. With the intense licking of your clit and the finger fucking, you’re ready to come undone.

“I-I’m about to -” You whine out and Steve hushes you.

“I know baby, let it all out,” He demands and you do, letting your climax reach and allowing your body to crumble under his touch, your orgasm blacking out your vision from the pleasure.

Once Steve feels your orgasm is done, and he’s finished lapping up your juices, he lifts up from your body and licks his lips once more. He begins to unbutton his shirt and throw it on the ground, his body is thick in muscle and looks like it was sculpted by the gods themselves.

You bite your lip in arousal and see his smile grow as he strips down from his dress pants and takes off his black leather dress shoes. Suddenly, Steve is standing there in his dominant posture eyeing your half naked body with lustful eyes. You look immediately at the bulge in his boxers and he smirks once more, watching you watch him slowly take them off. His cock springs up from the motion and you can see the redness near the base and the precum on the tip. You lick your lips, ready for what’s to come.

He leans over the bed again and crawls up towards you, making sure there’s enough space so he doesn’t crush your body. He looks down at your lace bra and shakes his head, reaches under your shoulders and unclasps the bra and throws it off the bed.

“Much better,” He says as he catches your eyes and leans in for a kiss. His cock is leaning up against your thigh as he leans over and kisses you gently.

Your legs wrap around his waist once more and you feel his tip gently brush against your folds. Once again, you’re already wet for him.

“I can feel you getting wet again for me,” He teases. You nod and bite your lip, waiting for him to slowly enter. But he doesn’t.

Instead, Steve looks at you with his lustful eyes and leans his hand in between your bodies and grabs his cock, pumping it a few times before lining it up at your entrance.

Before you can say another word, he thrusts his cock inside of you in one big motion. You let out a whimper and grab onto his biceps and dig your nails into his skin in pleasure. He’s not even in all the way and you feel completely stretched out, his fingering doing nothing to prepare you for his size.

“Steve-” You moan out loud, your pussy clenching at his throbbing size and causing him to curse under his breath and thrust farther into you. His tip suddenly goes in deep, brushing against your cervix and you yelp out.

“You knew this was coming,” Steve grunts out as he bottoms out inside you. “You love my big cock inside you, don’t complain.”

You can’t help but nod in agreement; he was right you did enjoy being broken time and time again with his size.

Steve moves his hands to your hips as he gains traction and begins moving his cock in and out of you. The motion is painful, yet enticing and you begin to dance your hips alongside him. With just a few more thrusts, you were feeling your pussy fill again with the need to orgasm.

Steve could sense it by the way you were clenching each time he thrusted his length into you and he would be lying if he wasn’t ready to come already.

Sweat begins to dribble down your neck and down your chest and you can see the same on Steve’s face and body.

“I’m going to come again,” You groan as Steve pulls in and out slower this time, the movements shaking the bed.

“Come for me, be a good girl and come for me,” Steve commands and you do. He continues to pump through your orgasm and your nails dig deeper into you as you finish around him.

Steve groans and grunts as he does one last thrust and fills his come inside of you. You’re both panting and he falls on top of you, but makes sure to hoist himself by his arms to not crush you. You can feel the twitch of his cock inside of you and you clench.

“Don’t do that unless you want me to flip you around for round two,” Steve warns, leaning his head against the crevice of your neck and shoulder.

Both of your breathing begins to slow down and your minds return to where you’re at; the party in Tony’s house.

But the party can wait, you thought. It’s your birthday after all, and Steve always lets you have your way. And right now? You definitely wanted a round two.

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justsomewritingsandshit · 7 years

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New Celebrations

Daniel Francisco Sousa II (OC) x Reader, former Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Length: 1856 words

Warnings: none, just happy endings

Requested by @iamwarrenspeace

Final part of (Missed Anniversary), (New Anniversaries) | Masterlist for this series

When you found yourself pregnant, the first thought was to panic.

As a simple person, who knew next-to-nothing about babies or children, let alone how to raise one, you allowed yourself to freak-out. Immediately following the panic, there was now a need to talk to someone, now desperate to discuss the situation you had you were in. However, you didn’t have brothers or sisters to talk to, or any cousins’ either. Also, the close friends you did have didn’t plan on having their own offspring any time soon, so you were at a loss on who you could talk to.

Truthfully, the person you should be talking to about the pregnancy was your husband, Daniel. Unfortunately for that option, you knew Daniel too well. Whilst an amazing police officer, and strong masculine person, Daniel was a complete sap when it came mushy topics like babies. He was likely to become overwhelmed and freak out, or Daniel would be too excited to fully think the situation through, which was what you wanted to. He, like his father, often got side-tracked by his emotions, and was then unable to weigh out the pros and cons fully (they also shared an affinity for getting too into the plots of movies).

You pondered calling your fathers’, but then remembered they were enjoying a cruise. The two were somewhere off-the-coast of the Mediterranean for the next few weeks, so, they were out of the equation. You weren’t about to ruin their fun with your shrieks of nervousness and excitement, all hollered down the phoneline!

So, after taking the seven pregnancy tests you’d bought earlier that day, and having received a positive response on nearly all of them (one claimed to be negative, but it was already six-to-one odds…), you snatched up keys, wallet and phone, then headed out the door. “Taxi!” You held your hand out to the road, calling upon one of many New York taxi cabs. One pulled up and you quickly slid yourself into it. “Stark Tower, please.” The ride there was quiet. The cabby just listened to the mellow tunes of the radio, not attempting at making conversation. Meanwhile, you wondered if you should at least text Daniel the good(?) news. Eventually, though, you concluded that you should wait, at least until his shift finished.

The taxi had come to a stop whilst you were thinking about delivering the news. The balding cabby gave you a weirded-out look, when he was forced to call out to you several times, before you even looked at him, “That’s eighteen dollars, and thirty-eight cents, missy.” You passed him a twenty, and told him to keep any of the change you might’ve gotten. Swiftly, you make your way inside the large building and into the elevator, very eager to not be viewed by the smartly dressed STARK employees whilst in casual clothes.

JARVIS spoke to you the minute the elevator doors had closed, “Welcome Mrs Sousa, where shall I be taking you, today?” It was sweet that he’d had his name for you updated.

“Wherever Tony is, JARVIS.” You didn’t say please or thank-you, too distracted by the thought of the growing child inside your womb – you’d had incredibly spicy food the night before, and you were unsure whether that was safe for the baby.

The elevator swiftly went up dozens of stories, eventually plopping you out into the living room of the Avenger’s common area. You’d been there a few times, with both Steve and Tony, but never when it was completely full of Avengers. You lifted your arm, waving awkwardly to all the people there. “Hi.” After that embarrassing greeting, your eyes surveyed the room, looking for the short billionaire. Admittedly, you carefully avoiding looking at a certain pair of blue eyes, as well as a brown set, which sent you half-angry-half-guilty looks. You were too busy to force civility, at the moment. “Tony, can I talk to you for a moment?”

The billionaire nodded at you, seeing your frazzled state. He walked towards you, but quickly swivelled around, to stare down the large group, “If any one of you steals my money, you won’t be ‘passing go’.” Apparently, you had interrupted the Avenger’s Game Night, where the current game was Monopoly. After Tony had thoroughly threatened the other Monopoly players, none of whom looked like they particularly cared about said threat, he turned back to you. “Let’s talk in my office.” The two of you went back into the elevator you’d only just exited, and were immediately taken up a floor. “So, tell me what’s going on.” Tony wandered over to his desk, plopping himself down onto his large desk chair, spinning slightly as he did so.

“I’m pregnant.”

Tony choked on his spit, clearly shocked by your blunt answer. “What?”

“I’m pregnant… There’s, uh, going to be another Sousa...” Your words should have been happy, but you found yourself delivering them with not nearly half the amount of joy they should’ve had. You began to feel true fear flood your body, and the beginning of a panic attack was imminent you were sure, “Are Daniel and I ready for that, though? I mean,” You paced in front of Tony’s desk, literally just talking at him, “We haven’t been married too long, and I don’t know if we’re ready for a child! I know nothing about children, and I doubt Daniel does either!”

The elder man cut you off when he realised your statements were only the beginning, of what was sure to be, a very long rant, “You’re going to have a baby?” His eyes were sparking slightly, tears looking very probable in his near future; Tony was thrilled by the news.

You felt a smile tug its way onto your face, Tony’s excitement forcing your body to think of the positives of the situation. For the moment, you pushed away the negative thoughts. “I took seven tests, and six were positive!”

Tony stood up, and was at your side in a nanosecond, “Y/N, this is amazing!” He pulled you into a hug, something he’d never done before. “Oh, another Sousa!” Tony cuddled you into his side, for another moment or two, before he suddenly pulled back and held you by your shoulders only. ��You’ve only done cheap pregnancy tests? Have you gone to the doctors, yet?”

“No,” Shaking your head, you informed him that you’d only done the tests that day. “I can’t plan an appointment with the local GP, if I don’t even know what to think!”

Tony gave you a smirk, before he took your hand, “Come with me.”

A few hours, and several long discussions with Tony, later; you were walking towards the elevator. In your hands, you held some papers which told you (in scientific terms) that you were pregnant, and that you were about six weeks into the pregnancy. The tests hadn’t been done by Tony, though. Whilst he had all the equipment at his disposal, he’d been forced to call in Bruce Banner (who was a licenced doctor) to properly diagnose you, as you’d refused to let Tony do it.

You found yourself smiling, as you waited for JARVIS to open the elevator doors for you. While you wouldn’t admit it aloud, Tony had almost cured you of your nerves. The two of you had spent hours going over every single one of your fears or worries, analysing and solving them one by one. In the end, Tony was even telling you not to hesitate in calling him at any point. (The billionaire had also taken the time to inform you that yours and Daniel’s apartment was no longer ‘acceptable living accommodations for your growing family’, and had offered to buy you an actual house, but you demanded that he’d hold that discussion at least until you’d told Daniel of the pregnancy.)

Just as the long-awaited doors slid open, a familiar voice called out to you, “Y/N, wait, please!” Although shocked and apprehensive, you decided to do as the voice asked. You stepped back from the elevator, and turned towards the quickly approaching blonde super-soldier. “Uh, hi.”

“Hi.” You looked at him, waiting for Steve to get on with whatever it was he wanted to say, but he looked too overwhelmed to even speak. Secretly, you hoped this wasn’t going to end badly, as you genuinely felt like you were too old to continue holding a grudge against him. “Steve… are you alright?” You adjusted the papers in your hand, unknowingly flashing Steve your wedding band and engagement ring as you did. “Steve?”

“Huh?” The tall man jolted out of his thoughts, bringing his blue eyes back to yours, and he sent you a smile you’d never seen before, “I wanted to apologise… for everything.” He let out a throat-clearing cough, “You never deserved any of it, and I want to apologise for my actions. I betrayed your trust, and your love… I’m just… sorry.” Whilst the speech wasn’t all that articulate, you appreciated that he’d taken his chance today, to finally apologise for what he’d done all those years ago. “…You’re pregnant?”

You gave him a startled look, eyes wide and mouth agape, wondering how in the hell he could know that. “What?”

Steve sent you an awkward smile, “Uh, your papers.” He pointed towards the papers you’d just adjusted, having unknowingly faced them at him. “I promise, I didn’t mean to look-”

Laughing softly, you shook your head, “It’s okay, Steve.” It wasn’t his fault you’d accidentally flashed the papers at him, after all. “Yeah, I’m pregnant. Tony and Bruce just confirmed it for me.” You sent him a gorgeous smile, too happy at that moment to conceal it.

“Oh, congratulations, then.” Steve’s smile was smaller, you noticed. The was another moment of hesitancy, and awkward silence, “Uh, anyway… sorry.”

It looked like he was planning to walk away, so you took your chance too, “Hey, Steve.” He looked back up, “If you’re still with Bucky, I hope you’re with him because you love him… not because you wanted to hold onto the past.” Having dated the soldier, you were well aware of the workings of his mind. Steve was a person who was very different from who he used to be, and as such he subconsciously held onto anything from the past he could, desperate to keep that part of him alive. “From what I know, which I admit isn’t much, James seems to love you. Don’t mess with him, the way you messed with me, okay?” You didn’t bother staying to hear an answer, you just got into the still-open elevator. Holding your hand up, papers still clutched within it, you parted from him with a, “Goodbye, Steve.”

The doors closed on you, but your hand was still held high, for at least another minute… You had completely let go of the past, and of Steve. Now, you were completely ready to have his baby with Daniel, uninhibited by the scars of your past.

That night, you were given the absolute joy to witness Daniel weep from pure happiness, all the while crying out, “A baby!”

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wyd-barnes · 6 years

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Notes: Hey! This is my first work!! Please be gentle on me uwu

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: none??? angst

I also post these on my Wattpad: @/wyd_barnes

The mission had gone down hill and fast.

Fury sent you, Steve, Natasha and Bucky to sneak into a Hydra base, steal some information and make it back. It turned out to be a trap.

You and the gang were already in the base, slowly creeping into a medium sized area. There were many computers, viles, and microscopes. Assuming this was the lab you were looking for. Steve stood by the door to keep watch while you, Nat and Bucky roamed them room, searching for the right computer.

"Ah-ha!" Natasha smiled and quickly hacked into the system. You and Bucky nodded and helped Steve watch the halls and windows for intruders.

Suddenly, Hydra soldiers burst through the glass windows and slid in from the brown ceiling tiles. You all quickly for into action.

You were quickly surrounded. "Uh, need a little help here!" You earned disapproving grunt from Steve through the earpiece as he started punching some of the guys that were surrounding you, giving you a chance to attack the others.

You all panted from the fight and leaned up against the bullet clad walls. From the corner of your eye, you spotted and soldier hanging from the rafters, pointing his gun at Steve.

"Look out!" You quickly pushed Steve out of the way and took your pistol from the holster on your thigh and shot the last one. You smiled softly and at the blonde, just for your smile to drop. He looked very angry and had a deep frown on his face.

"What?" He grunted and turned from you, making a confused look splash across your face.

The ride in the quinjet was uncomfortably quiet. Bucky and Natasha seemed to have picked up the tension between the two of you but kept silent.

Landing back at S.H.I.E.L.D you finally decided to confront Steve.

"Steve? What's wrong?" You quickly approached him and put your hand on his shoulder. He angrily brushed it off and turned to face you. Never had you seen him so mad.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?! (Y/N) you acted like a reckless idiot out there!" He practically screamed at you.

You flinched but decided to keep your voice down. "Reckless? How was I reckless? If anything, you were the reckless one! You almost got killed by that soldier!"

"So what? You could've been hurt! You should've waited for my orders!"

Now you were furious. Just who does he think he is? "What orders, Steve? You wouldn't have been alive to give any!"

The next words that came out of his mouth were ones that held a permanent place in your heart.

"God (Y/N)! I wish you were more like Peggy! She's much better than you'll ever be!"

Your heart shattered. You and Steve never agreed on much but that crossed the line. You looked down at your feet so he wouldn't see the tears that quickly came to your (e/c) orbs. "Well, sorry. " You finally looked up at him to see that his face was filled with guilt.

"(Y-Y/N).. I didn't mean to say that I-" Steve stuttered over each words with his shaky voice. He never meant to hurt you.

"But you thought it, right? It's okay, you're right Steve. I'll never be her. I'll always been simple ol' me." You faked a small smile at him headed towards your room, heart broken.

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whitewitchdown · 5 years

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kaunis-sielu · 6 years

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Steve Rogers

You were supposed to go out tonight, but when you got the call from your daughter’s preschool teacher at 2:00 it abruptly changed those plans to a night in with your sweet brown-eyed five-year-old. From the moment you’d gotten her home all she’d wanted to do was snuggle with you in your dad’s old leather chair and watch movie after movie. You’d gotten her into her jammies, made some toast, got her some Gatorade and a bucket, just in case, before you’d texted your date, Steve letting him know that your little girl was sick. The fact that you were a mom was something you were very upfront about, and he hadn’t been bothered by the fact, rather seemed to kind of be happy about it. That you had a daughter since he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to have any of his own.

She falls asleep halfway through the second movie. Your phone buzzes and to your surprise Steve has sent you a text back. You hadn’t expected to hear from him since you’d texted him so long ago.

Hey Doll, sorry it took me a while to get back to you. I was on a work trip. I’m sorry to hear your little girl isn’t feeling well. Could I bring you over some dinner?

You usually wouldn’t want someone you’re seeing in your home so soon, but Steve is different. He’s sweet, charming and genuinely a good man so after a couple minutes of thinking it over you look down at the sleeping girl in your lap and shoot him back a text.

No worries on the delay. It’d be great to have you over for dinner, I don’t want you to get sick though.

While Lara hasn’t thrown up she’s been running a high fever since you picked her up from preschool.

I wouldn’t worry about it. I’ve got an amazing immune system

Steve texts back and you can’t help the grin that crosses your face.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

You tease before sending him your address. It only takes him a half hour to show up, you’d just gotten Lara into bed when he’s knocked.

“Hey.” You greet him with a smile pulling open the door.

“Hi doll.” He says softly, “How’s Lara doin’?” It touches you that his first question was about your little girl.

“She’s sleeping.” You tell him shutting the door behind him. He’s got a plastic bag in his hands and something smells fantastic. “How was your work trip?”

“Pretty typical. I hope you’re hungry, I’ve got burgers.”

“Sounds good.” You pass him a couple plates then grab the ketchup for the fries he’s pulled out of the bag.

You sit together and talk quietly, he asks more about Lara and you tell him some of your favorite stories. You’re halfway through the one where she told her Nana that she wanted to be a puppy when she grew up when you hear a soft noise from the hallway.

“One second Steve.” You stand and head toward the hallway when a little pair of eyes peek around the corner. “Hi baby. You okay?” She nods and tries to peer around you. You press a soft kiss to her forehead, her meds have kicked in and she feels much cooler. “Wanna meet momma’s friend Steve?” She nods again so you scoop her up and bring her to the table. “Steve, this is my daughter Lara. Lara this is momma’s friend Steve.” He stands slowly and her eyes widen as he gets taller.

“Hi Lara.” He smiles softly and Lara waves. His smile widens and he waves back.

“Momma.” She says very seriously, studying Steve, “I know him already.”

“You know him already?” You ask, confused. She must have seen a picture of him on your phone when you’d been chatting on the app your best friend had forced you to use. You’d already thanked her.

“Yea. He’s my friend. He’s Captain ‘Merica!” She exclaims proudly. You look up at him in surprise. His smile frozen on his face.

“Is Lara right?” You ask softly, she’s gotta be mistaken. Why in the world would Captain America need a dating app to meet someone? And why would he choose you, a suburban single mom of average looks, to spend his time with?

“Yea.” He mutters, one hand rubbing the back of his head, he looks past you and you can see the insecurity in his eyes.

“That’s pretty cool huh Lara, we get to know Captain America’s secret identity!” You tell your daughter, watching Steve’s face as his eyes once more meet yours. “So if you see him here or we’re out with him somewhere we only call him Steve. But if he’s in his Captain America suit then that’s what we call him okay?” The relief you see on his face is enough to break your heart and you suddenly understand why he didn’t tell you.

Here he just gets to be Steve.

As weeks turn to months and months to a year Steve comes over more and more often, practically living with you and Lara when he’s not on missions. Lara loves playing with him and for a man with super strength he’s so gentle with her. You found yourself in love with him, even with the time he’s gone being Captain America everything is pretty wonderful. Maybe a little worrisome with what he does for a living but he’s open and honest with you about the job which you appreciate.

You had a tough conversation the week that had followed Lara’s outing him but had come to the understanding that his life as Captain America and his life as Steve Rogers were two completely (as much as they could be) different things.

Steve is over one night, playing with Lara as you cook dinner, when someone knocks on your front door.

“Hey doll you want me to get that?” Steve calls from the living room.

“No, I got it.” You call back sliding the chicken into the oven. You make your way to the door and pull it open then freeze, mouth open in surprise as you stare at the man on your doorstep.

“Hey beautiful.” He coos, oblivious to shock on your face he tries to come into your home.

“Davis.” You says, planting your foot on the ground behind the door holding it firm to keep him out. “What do you want?”

“I’m here to see my daughter.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Absolutely not. You don’t get to just walk back in here like nothing happened. You don’t get to decide that you’re a part of our lives now.” You hear Lara shrieking with laughter and Steve’s voice after.

“Whose in your house?” Davis asks attempting to shove his way past you. “You got a new man to whore around with?”

“Go home Davis.” You demand, holding your ground but you know you can’t keep him out forever.

“I am home.”

“This has never been and will never be your home. You gave up that right when you walked out on day three.”

“Let me in!” He snarls then you feel the warmth against your back.

“Doll?” Steve asks gently. “I asked Lara if she wanted to play hide-n-seek so I could come check on you. Everything okay?” The door hasn’t budged since Steve added his hand to the top of the door.

“Who the fuck are you?” Davis sneers, clearly not recognizing the superhero standing in front of him.

“Someone who’s welcome here. Something that I’m pretty sure you’re not.” Steve growls back, his hand is gentle on your back but his voice could freeze water.

“I have the right to see my daughter.” Davis says again, he pushes against the door but it doesn’t even wiggle this time.

“She doesn’t even know who you are. In this last year Steve has been more of a father to her than you ever have. Just go. I don’t want you to come around ever, ever again.” You snarl.

“I have-“

“No! You gave those up. I could have you arrested for not paying child support for the last five years. I don’t want that, I just want you to leave us alone.” When Davis doesn’t move Steve gently moves you back.

“‘Scuse me Doll.” He says, “You heard her. Go.”

“Fuck off Steve.” Davis snarls before throwing a punch. It hits Steve right in the eye but he doesn’t even move.

“Momma?” You close your eyes, horrified that Lara has come to see what’s going on. You pick her up and hold her tightly to you. “Whose that?”

“I’m your daddy Lara.” Davis cries before you can come up with anything to say.

“No you’re not.” She argues. “He is.” She points at Steve and you’re not sure how to respond. “He loves me and momma.” She says proudly and your heart swells.

“You heard her. I love them, you’re not welcome here.” Steve says pushing the door shut and locking it. Davis pounds on the door, screaming profanities through it you rub Lara’s back as she hugs your neck tightly. Steve lifts his watch toward his mouth then says, “F.R.I.D.A.Y. Please send the police to my location.”

“Yes Captain.” The AI responds and you look at him in surprise.

It doesn’t take long for the police to show up, you take Lara to her room while Steve stands guard in the kitchen.

Once Davis is gone Steve comes back to Lara’s room with dinner all stacked on a couple of plates.

“Thank you.” You tell him softly, and he nods, understanding that the thanks is for more than just grabbing dinner.

You don’t get the chance to speak with him alone until after Lara has gone to bed. She’d asked for Steve to put her to bed, he read her a book and then tucked her in and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“Night daddy.” She mumbles sleepily as you watch from the doorway. He pauses and then whispers back.

“Goodnight sweet girl.” He turns and sees you standing there, a smile on your face and he slowly crosses the room toward you. You take his hand and lead him back to the living room. He sits down on the couch and pulls you to his lap, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him softly.

“Thank you.” You whisper.

“No need Doll.” He murmurs back, holding you tightly to him as you run your fingers through his hair. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I loved him once.” You say not looking into his eyes. “Once he was kind, and I thought he loved me. When I found out I was pregnant things were okay, until Lara was born. I wasn’t prepared, neither was he but instead of stepping up with me Davis bailed. That’s the first time I’ve seen him since then, I can’t believe he just thought he could waltz back into our lives like that!” You’re angry now, how dare he? Who did he think he was? Steve runs a hand up then down your spine, trying to calm you. His fingers ghosting along your back does wonders to soothe your frayed nerves.

“I’m sorry Doll.” He soothes, “Can I suggest something?” You nod, “Can I have Stark come over and reinforce your place? I might not be here next time he comes and I want to make sure that you and Lara are safe.”

“I’d like that.” You agree, you were lucky that Steve was here tonight. “How do you feel about what Lara said?”

“About how I love you both? She’s right. I do.” You give his chest a gentle swat and give him a mock scowl. You’d both exchanged ‘I love you’s a few months back and it was something you said freely and often now.

“The other part, about you being her dad.”

“Honestly Doll, someday I’d like to be.”

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