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disasterofastory · 1 year

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Hi I’m kinda new to this app so I haven’t figured everything out yet but I was wondering if you could do like an extra chapter for the maid series where the reader is like making a cup of coffee for one of the new members of the mob (he doesn’t know her or that Bucky is incredibly protective of her) and she accidentally spills it on him or drops it and he like freaks out at her and starts yelling at her and she’s like on the verge of tears and then Bucky comes in and he gets so mad and the reader thinks he’s mad at her but he’s mad at the other guy and then the reader leaves the room with tears falling down her face and Bucky yells at the guy and fires him and then goes to find the reader and she’s still crying so he comforts her and reassured her and then when she asks abt the guy he just says that he took care of it, idk something like that maybe?? Ik that it says requests are closed but if you ever have time or reopen requests I would love it if you could write this. I love thé maid series <3, thank you :)

The maid of Mr. Barnes + Ask - A horrible morning // Masterlist Bucky Barnes x Reader Mafia AU Warnings: mention of blood but nothing serious

"Y/N, go to my office."

Your bottom lip burns as your teeth sink deeper and deeper into the soft flesh with each passing second. You can feel your own blood on the tip of your tongue, mixing with the coffee you drank half an hour ago. Your stomach turns at the taste and because of everything else. You stand frozen behind the counter. The man's voice still echoes in your mind. It's on repeat. The ringing in your ears isn't loud enough to make it stop. Bucky's voice isn't enough to make it disappear.

"Y/N! My office! Now!"

You hear nothing as you pace back and forth in Bucky's office. The kitchen is too far. Your arms are around your torso, fidgeting with the fabric of your shirt. Your palms are sweaty, and your throat is still tight. The back of your eyes burns with unshed tears.

It was an accident. The man didn't catch the mug in time, and you let it go too soon. Before you knew it, the coffee was all over his shirt while he started yelling at you. The angry vibration of his voice filled the kitchen and fell back from the walls onto you with full force. He didn't even give you time to apologize or do something to make it better.

You will lose your job. You are sure of it.

The opening and closing of the thick wooden door wake you up from your desperate thoughts. Your head jerks up at the sudden sound, and your gaze lands on your boss. The black suit he wore is nowhere now, and the white shirt is pulled up on his arms. The veins of his forearm move in sync with his muscles.

"I'm so sorry," you break the silence. Your voice is high and trembling. "It was an accident, I swear! I didn't… I didn't…" "Hey, hey, hey," Bucky cuts in, stepping closer. "It's okay." "No, it's not," you argue, shaking your head. Your arms tighten around you. Bucky doesn't like the gesture. It looks like you are trying to protect yourself from him. "Come here," he says, stopping in front of you a few steps away. He doesn't want to make you feel worse than you already feel, but seeing you so stressed is almost unbearable. "I'm sorry," you sniff. Tears roll down your heated cheeks. Bucky's blood starts to boil in his veins once again. How dare anyone make you cry? His Bunny. "Come here, Bunny," he repeats himself. His voice is soft and patient. You have no idea about the battle he fights himself not to go back and take care of the other man himself. You make a few tentative steps to Bucky. Your sight is still blurry. The man peels your arms from your body. His touch is gentle, and his movements are slow. "Don't cry," he says, curling your arms around his body. Your fingers grip the back of his shirt on their own accord. His hands smooth up on your skin, reaching your shoulders, then going down on your back to pull you closer. "It was an accident. He had no right to talk to you like this, do you understand me?" You nod, but it's not enough for the man. "I want words, Y/N," he says. His long fingers push your head up to make you look at him. Your eyes are red, and your lips are swollen. "Nobody can talk to you like this," he continues. "And especially not for a fucking coffee, you hear me?" "So I'm not in trouble?" You breathe out. "Of course not," Bucky scoffs, hugging you closer to himself with his free arm. It's warm and steady around you. "It was an accident." "It was," you nod. "I'm sorry." "I know, Bunny," he let himself smile a little. "You don't have to worry about anything, okay?" "What happens with that man?" You ask him. Despite your boss's words, you still worry. Meeting him again after all this would be horrible. "It doesn't matter," he says. You don't have to know what Sam and Steve are doing with that fool right at this moment. "You will never have to see him again." Bucky's words don't register in your mind because of his soft lips on your forehead. His breath is warm as it fans over your skin, and his kiss is soft and comforting. "I will take you out for breakfast," he states. "You don't have to," you try to shake your head as you argue, but his fingers are still on your jaw. His thumb caresses your jawline. "But I want to," he says. "Hop away, Bunny, and get ready."

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nev3rfound · 9 months

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few more hours? : w.m

with wanda heading out on another mission, the pair of you decide to make the most of the night you have (just fluff my friends) 1k wc

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“Are you sure you have to go?” You pout, hearing Wanda chuckle to herself whilst she finishes plating dinner for you both. “I mean, Tony already has Steve with him, does he really need both of you?” You continue with your weak argument, knowing it was futile.

Turning around with a frown, Wanda places the dishes in front of you both. “Y/n,” She trails off as you lower your gaze, nodding before she can finish her sentence.

“I know, I know.” You mutter, Wanda squeezes your hand lightly, the cool feeling of her rings into your palms soothing your thoughts temporarily.

“I just miss you when you have to go on these missions, that’s all. They just seem to be more frequent than before.” You shrug it off, not wanting to make a big deal of it, especially not tonight.

Resting her hand on your chin, she lifts your head up to meet her gaze. “Hey,” Sadness tinges her voice as her eyes meet yours. “I’ll be gone for a week, that’s all.” She tries to assert, watching you nod. “But I’m here tonight, so let’s make the most of it, yeah?”

You smile half-heartedly, unable to stay sad for too long when she’s around. “Alright, I’ll find the facemasks.” Sparing her a kiss, you rush off to find the resources you'll need, leaving Wanda to shake her head at your antics.

"And you like things like this? Singing and dancing?" Wanda tries to furrow her brows, though the mask sets them in place whilst the film plays on. "I just don't get the appeal, my love." She huffs.

Rolling your eyes, you remove yourself from her embrace. "Well, I grew up on these kinds of films, just like you did watching sitcoms, you know?" You explain, yet Wanda still remains unconvinced. "You know, I think I still remember a dance or two," With a smirk, you rise to your feet despite Wanda's protests.

"It's okay, I believe you." She protests, but you simply shake your head and stand alongside the screen as the film comes to the final scene.

"I might be a bit rusty, so don't judge." Wanda squirms at your stretches, and without warning, you start to dance along to the end sequence; evening going as far as to sing along. "-all in this together." Your voice croaks, nothing quite like the in-tune version from the screen.

Standing up, Wanda tugs your hand, bringing you into her lap back on the sofa.

Puffing lightly, your eyes gleam up to her. "So, whatcha think of that?" You ask, trying to hide your growing smile at her evident disdain.

"That was certainly," Wanda pauses. "something." She nudges your side, feeling you squirm beneath her.

"You know, when we first met I thought you were, well, intimidating." Now, looking up into her eyes, all you see is the joy she radiates. To think how far from the truth you originally were. "I'm pretty sure Clint had to force me over to at least say hi." You groan, thinking back to that memory.

Bringing her hand to your cheek, Wanda laughs quietly at that memory. "I remember it a little differently," She shrugs. "but I am glad you did say hi all those years ago, darling." Leaning in, her lips brush over yours sweetly, trying to memorise every movement.

Patting your thigh, you moan in annoyance as she pulls away. "I wanna take this off," She motions to her face, the mask how having cracked in several places. "so we can get back to that."

"I won't argue with you there, babe." You reply, following her into the bathroom.

Returning to the sofa, Wanda opens her arms for you to curl into her embrace as she drapes a blanket over you both. With a hum, you bury your face into her chest, blissfully ignorant to the film having restarted whilst you were out of the room.

Running her fingers through your hair, you're unable to resist the lull of sleep coursing over your eyes.

Sensing you're drifting off, Wanda hums quietly. "You know, when I first saw you, I thought 'How can something be so beautiful in real life'." Reminiscing, Wanda glances down, hearing you snore lightly. "And it's something I still wonder to this day, even if she snores."

The musical continues to play on in the background as Wanda's eyes begin to grow heavy and eventually rests her head on yours, sleep overcoming her.

Yawning loudly, the warmth across your back causes you to stir. "Wan?" Lifting your head up, you wish your phone was within reach as Wanda's mouth hangs wide open whilst she remains asleep. "Babe, what time is it?"

Without warning, Wanda wakes up on high alert. Such high alert that she shoves you off of her and only realizes at the sound of a thud below her. "Shit, Y/n, you okay?" Quick to help you up, Wanda peppers kisses across your face.

"That's one way to wake up." You respond, reaching for your phone, eyes widening causing Wanda to tense. "Now I don't want to panic you," You trail off, too late to stop Wanda from grabbing your phone.

Swearing profusely, Wanda begins to rush around the room, collecting her belongings. "Tony is going to kill me." Wanda yells, frantically redressing which you have to admit, is an amusing sight.

The redhead furiously flips her hair out of her face with a huff. "Wan, it's fine, I'll text Tony, and say you overslept." You reason, but Wanda shakes her head.

"I'm never going to live this down." She groans loudly, now having gathered her items she hurries back to your side.

Bringing your arms to wrap around her neck, you allow Wanda a moment to catch herself before kissing her. Your lips mold together, a sense of longing interlacing into both of you before you pull away first. "I'm gonna miss you." You admit, resting your forehead against hers.

"You better keep out of trouble 'til I get back, okay?" Wanda jokes, squeezing you tightly, wishing she didn't have to let go.

"I can't make any promises. But stay safe, and keep Tony in line." You add, giving her one last kiss before she rushes for the door, hearing her phone ringing as she departs.

Now standing alone in the absence of Wanda, your gaze catches sight of her hoodie over the back of the sofa.

Picking up the soft fabric, you slip it on over yourself, wrapping your arms tightly before curling back up on the sofa. With a content sigh, you can't help but wish Wanda was the one holding you in her arms, rather than her hoodie.

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ashbrat488 · 10 months

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Happy Birthday, Captain...

Steve Rogers Drabble Steve Rogers x female oc TW: Over 18, sex, oral Word Count: 1,118.

Kailyn beamed up at Steve as he pulled her closer to him on the dance floor. She loved when Tony threw his parties because she could convince Steve to dress up for her. Today was extra special because it was his birthday and he had been away on a mission for a few weeks.

Steve dipped down to press a kiss to her lips just as she groaned, her hand gripping his shirt as he chuckled.

Kailyn pulled away, pulling her lip into her mouth, between her teeth as her body buzzed and Steve only grinned. While he was gone, he purchased her a new toy he could control with his phone for the next time he was away. She whimpered up at him as he only cocked his head to the side. "Steve," she begged softly, regretting agreeing to insert the toy before the party. The front buzzed against her clit as the inserted part slowly stroked into her.

He laughs, pausing the toy as she sighs, relieved, and he leads her toward the bar. He met Kailyn almost a year before when he saved her from a burglar as he was walking through Brooklyn with Bucky toward their apartment. They walked her home and Steve came to check on her the next morning and she offered him breakfast, that was it, he was hooked. He slides a glass toward her which she happily accepts, taking a large gulp just as he turns the toy back on.

She gasps, causing some of the amber liquid to spill on her chin. Kailyn groans, gripping Steve's arm as he leans toward her to lick the whiskey from her chin.

He paused beside her ear, his breath hot on her neck. "Are you going to come for me?"

She nods, finishing the rest of the drink as she looks back at Steve to find him smirking at her. "Yes," she breathes as Bucky walks up to them.

"Kailyn! Missed you!"

She groans softly as Steve keeps the buzzing going as Bucky pulls her to her feet, wrapping his arms around her. "Mi—missed y-you too, Buck."

"Are you okay?" He chuckles, pulling away to find her pupils blown, her chest heaving slightly, flushed a dark pink as he chuckles, looking at Steve. "Now? Really?"

Steve shrugs, turning it off as he stands up beside them and Kailyn whimpers softly. "Why not? Needed to test it out. It's my birthday after all..."

"You told him?" Kailyn whines, her face flushing with embarrassment as Bucky winks at her before turning to walk away. "I can't believe you told him..."

Steve shrugs once more with a smirk, placing his hand on her back to haul her body flush to his. "We talk about everything." Before letting her respond, he grabs her chin in his hand, lifting her mouth up to his to press a hard kiss to her mouth. His tongue prods her mouth open as she moans.

She swallows hard as he pulls away abruptly, grabbing her hand to drag her away from the party. She giggles to herself at his urgency, pulling her into an empty office in the hallway.

He pushes her to her knees as she takes the hint to quickly undo his pants, pulling his cock out. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, setting the vibrations high as she whimpers, her hand around the base of his cock. He grinned, swatting her hands away. "Open wide..."

Kailyn opens her mouth, her hands on her thighs as Steve pushed his cock into her mouth, eliciting a moan from him. She opened wider, trying to take him as he continued to ease into her, slowly at first as her nails dug into her thighs. She groaned and whimpered around his cock as it pushed against the back of her throat.

Steve grunted as he felt her choke, her throat tightening around his cock. "Fuck..." He looked down, her eyes now watering, tears streaming her cheeks as drool trickled down her chin. "You love choking on my cock, don't you, princess?"

She can only whimper out a moan, her own pleasure beginning to reach a plateau as he points his phone down toward where her mouth wrapped around his cock.

He pulled up his camera, watching his cock disappear into her mouth with each thrust as he placed his free hand on the top of her head. He guided her onto him again and again as she moaned loudly around his cock. "You want to come... ask... beg."

She gasps as he pulls his cock back abruptly and she brings her hand up to wipe her mouth. "Please... Steve. I want to come."

He smiles as she preens under him, breathing heavily as he continued to record her. "I'm going to save this video for the next time I'm gone. Tell me where you want my cum..."

Steve moved his hand to her chin, dragging his thumb along her lower lip. She nipped at it as he grinned. "I..." she groans, bouncing on her knees as the orgasm approaches and Steve abruptly shoves his cock back into her mouth once more. She tries to focus on the feeling of the ridges of his cock on her tongue to prolong her orgasm to no avail.

He shoved his cock to the back of her throat, keeping it in place, cutting off her oxygen as she came hard, whimpering around his cock. He smiled, feeling the spark in the base of his spine. He pulls his cock back slightly, shooting his cum onto her tongue, into her mouth.

She fell back onto the ground, the toy still buzzing inside her as she whined. "Off... turn... it off," she begged as Steve chuckled.

He turned off the camera before turning off the toy and setting his phone on the desk. He knelt down in front of her as she panted, laying on her back. He smiled, dragging his thumb along her chin, wiping up a small drop of cum, and sticking his thumb into her mouth as she licked off the salty substance. "Good girl."

"Take me to bed," she breathes with a giggle as he nods.

"You want more?"

"After a small break..."

Steve laughs, standing up to pull her to her feet in front of him. He crushes his mouth against hers before pulling away to toss her over his shoulder. "Don't have time to make it all the way home. You're coming to my quarters here."

She giggles as he smacks her ass hard, carrying her down the hall toward the elevator. "We're just going to leave your birthday party?"

"It's my party... if I want to leave with my girlfriend, I can," he teases as the doors open and he carries her toward his room...

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awesomerextyphoon · 8 months

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Random Fox News Asshat: Where's this world coming to?! Turns out Captain America's a fa-

You: Turn that shit off!!

Nat: You would think they'd move on.

Wanda: The world found out that both Captain America and the Winter Soldier are bisexual. Also that Pietro and I are Jewish and Romani.

You: Let's not even get started on Loki.

Wanda: Right. So now the haters are coming out in droves.

Nat: I mean, with all the shit that's happening right now, you would think they would have something better to cover.

You: Nope. It's not like other news outlets are any better.

Sharon: Sorry I'm late. I had to take a shower after my last mission.

You: No worries. Honestly, you're the first one here.

Wanda: Yeah. I just got a text from Monica and Jen. Monica's just got a new project and Jen made a breakthrough in her case, so she'll have to do an all-nighter.

You: And Pepper?

Nat: Nope. Tony.

You: That woman's a Saint.

Sharon: Well, Maria said she'll be a little late. She needs to finish her report.

You: Fine. Le-

Brunnhilde: Ladies! I have arrived!

Everyone: Hilde!!

Brunnhilde: Apologies. Had to break up another fraternal squabble. What are we watching?

You: Girls! You are in for a treat tonight! We're watching Sailor Moon.

Brunnhilde and Nat: Huh?

You: Just watch. I also brought a ton of booze and homemade treats!

Nat and Brunnhilde: Booze!

You: Alright! Let's go.

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vilentia · 3 months

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Avengers Masterlist

Bucky Barnes

Clint Barton

Peter Parker

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

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luna-jaden-shadow · 2 years

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A Hair's Breadth From Death

Prompts - Gun to Temple | “Say goodbye.” | Impaled

Summary - Getting a second chance at saving the world is rare; nine times out of 10, you and the team usually get it first try. And yet here you are, as Strange said on Titan. In the Endgame. Or In which fighting Thanos for the second time didn’t go quite as well as you thought it would.

Angst / Fluff

Warning - Blood/Gore, Injury, Death!, Endgame Spoilers (you never know), Others (?)

Pairing - Tony Stark X Avenger!Reader

A/n - You take the place of Pepper family-wise.

-><-

There’s a moment of stillness as the dust settles on the battlefield. The mood was lifted in a way, everyone taking in their bask of victory as they watched Thanos’ army turn into that same dust that most of them had five years ago. You finally take a full breath, allowing your guard to drop as you smile back, pressed against a piece of debris. It was refreshing in a way, the first breath after the enemy was defeated. It was such a familiar feeling to you, given how many times you’ve been in battle. War was a common friend to you.

“You okay?” Your eyes dart to those of Steve Rogers, your friend and comrade. You were glad that he was okay, that he seemed to overcome the injuries from his first go at Thanos when he first showed up at the base.

You nod, giving him a smile and thumbs up that has him smiling back at you. Your eyes drift from him to those around you, almost as if you’re taking a head count. You couldn’t have any casualties after Natasha; you weren’t sure if you could handle it. Then you recalled Tony, how he fought Thanos, and for the life of you, you couldn’t see his smug face. You were sure that he would be bragging, parading about how he killed Thanos. Yet you couldn’t seem to find him anywhere.

“Have you seen Tony?” Steve follows your wondering gaze and frowns, both of you watching Rhodey land not too far away from them. Your heart sinks when you watch his helmet drawback, and he almost kneels down. “No.” You whisper, passing Steve with quick steps as you watch Peter land in front of Tony’s damaged figure.

You slow to a halt in front of him, steadying Peter when he stumbles back into you. Tears build in your eyes as you stare down at your best friend, your partner in crime. You’re not even sure if he can see you with the way that he just blankly stares ahead like he’s looking straight through you. You raise your hand to cover your mouth, a sob getting muffled in the process.

“Tony.” You kneel down in front of him, reaching out gently to take his hand in yours. It’s cold in your hand; it just breaks your heart more. “Hey.” Your voice cracks as you speak to him; you don’t know what to say to him. With the condition of his head, you’re not even sure if he can hear you fully, if at all.

You’re almost shocked when he manages to speak; his voice barely raises above a whisper. “Hey, Y/n.” He doesn’t smile; your name doesn’t have the same bounce to it like when he normally says it.

“Tony, look at me.” His head lolls to the side a bit, eyes on yours, and your lip trembles at the sight. “Friday?” Your voice cracks as you question the AI despite the fact that you know there’s nothing you can do for him.

“Vitals critical.” The AI calls back, and even she’s sad to see him like this. You just nod, closing your eyes for a moment before you’re back to looking at him.

“We’re okay,” You smile sadly at him, squeezing his hand. “You hear me? We’re gonna be okay.” You insist, raising your joined hands to rest over the reactor on his chest; the light flickers ever so slightly. “Hey,” He blinks at you, and you squeeze his hand again. “I love you so much. You did a good job, Tony. It’s okay. You can go if you have to.” Your heart churns with every word that leaves you.

You watch as he weakly squeezes your hand back. Then you watch the light on his chest fade out. His hand falls from yours. He was gone, just like that. If there was anything at this moment that you were grateful for, it was that you got to say goodbye to him, that you got to tell him that you were going to be okay because of what he did.

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buckyalpine · 6 months

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Bucky giggles

Could you imagine the first time people hear Bucky giggle. Not a belly laugh, not a chuckle, not a snort or a cackle. A giggle. The cutest, most adorable giggle with the nose scrunch and shy smile and flushed cheeks. Sam paused mid sentence, doing a double take before staring back at Tony.

“Did-did you just hear that?”

Tony’s face scrunches into something between a cross of amusement and confusion when he hears it again.

“The man who threw me off a roof is giggling”

“He almost shot me in the face” Tony snorted, the both of them watching Bucky scroll through a phone he just learned to use. He’s blissfully unaware he’s the current centre of attention, fully invested with scrolling through tiktok. He’s splayed out on the couch like a baby while his head rests on your lap, nearly purring in between his giggles when you card your fingers through his hair.

“He’s like a house cat. A really large, has the ability to kill us all from miles away, house cat” Sam shook his head. You absolutely love when he giggles because it’s not often. It’s when he’s relaxed and happy without a care in the world, comfortable enough to let his guard down. He comes the sweetest puppy ever and it melts you every time.

“You’re so cute, baby” you lean over to peck his nose causing another adorable sound to sneak out, his cheeks blushing even more “the absolute cutest”

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babyjakes · 4 months

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help me hold onto you.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | sex pollen

pairing | steve rogers x avenger!reader

warnings | sex pollen (reader was exposed to some sort of chemical agent that induced a persistent state of hyperarousal.) medical elements (reader is staying in the medbay.) crying (not related to the sexual interactions.) stevie is soooo soft :')). dialogue is soft and sweet, gentle praise and encouragement included. fingering. tummy rubs bc they make me soft. she comes quick! intense, prolonged orgasm. the beginnings of aftercare.

word count | 1,356

"Hey, hey- okay. I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here. Just tell me what you need."

Steve's brow was raised in gentle concern as he stood over your hospital bed. Dr. Banner had set you up in a secluded room at the end of the medbay, wanting to give you as much privacy as possible given the nature of your condition. It was still all a bit baffling to Steve; Bruce had shared any information he had available on the mysterious chemical you'd been exposed to out on your mission to a foreign bioweaponry facility, but most of it had gone in one of the supersoldier's ears and out the other. "Persistent heightened state of arousal" was the only phrase he was able to cling to, which still didn't feel like much to go off of.

As he stood there at your bedside, though, those words were all of a sudden making a lot more sense. You were a pitiful sight, really- curled up on your side with your knees hugged up to your chest. Your whole body was shaking, something that tore at your teammate's heart as he came to better terms with the severity of the state you were in. Overcome with obvious discomfort, all you could do was lie there and rub your sore knees together uselessly. Your hands reached out for him needily; in an instant, he was lowering himself down to sit beside you, leaning over you attentively as his face filled with concern.

"Oh doll," he hummed, reaching out to brush back your hair with a steady hand. Your forehead was drenched in sweat, your big eyes looking up at him pleadingly. As another wave of unbearable heat rolled over you, tears were building in your eyes. "How can I help, sweet girl?" Steve was pressing, "Is there anything I can do?"

In a moment of total weakness, you reached out for him again. This was completely abnormal behavior for you. Being the youngest and newest to the team, you were always intentional about maintaining an image of responsibility and restraint. But as Steve sat there at your side, his steel blue eyes looking over you so thoughtfully as he gently offered you his hands, your hijacked mind was fixating on him faster than you could realize what was happening.

"P-please," the weakness of your small voice broke Steve's heart. He nodded encouragingly, wanting to do anything he could to ease your suffering.

"What is it, honey? Hmm? What do you need?" he asked soothingly.

More tears built in your eyes as you failed to generate a verbal response. Instead, all you could do was continue to writhe pathetically. Steve's brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of your movements. "Does something hurt?" You whimpered feebly at his question, shaking your head. "No, then what is it, sweetheart? Can you tell me, or- or show me?"

Desperation drove your every move as you shifted slightly onto your back, your knees falling apart as you brought a shaking hand down to motion over your hospital gown toward where the sensations were accumulating. If Steve was surprised or offended by your admission, he didn't let it show. Instead, he simply nodded, speaking with an understanding tone, "It's bothering you there, darlin'? Do you want me to take a look?"

Your wide, pleading eyes were enough to answer his question. Pausing, he took a moment to consider the best way to proceed. After a quick glance back at the door to the hallway, seeing that the coast was seemingly clear, he gently brought his hands over to lift up the thin fabric of the gown, pulling it back to expose the area you had pointed to. Steve couldn't help but gasp softly as he saw the ramifications for the first time; any doubts he could've had about the compound's strength or effects were immediately shot down as he faced the living, breathing evidence.

"Oh honey," he crooned worriedly, leaning his head down a bit to get a better look. Your pussy was so puffy it almost looked painful. Your clit was swollen to about three times its normal size, pulsating visibly in unison with your heavy heartbeat. Bruce had placed a wide gauze pad beneath you, and it wasn't hard to see why; with the constant state of arousal your body was trapped in, you were amassing an impressive amount of self-lubricant. Face drawn in disbelief and honest fascination, Steve struggled to find words to console you. "Sweetie, what can I do? Let me help you," his voice was swelling with concern. Swallowing hard, his gaze returned up to your face. "Can I-... would it help if I-... you know...?" The sweetest hint of pink rose up in his cheeks.

You were unsure of what would happen if he tried, but with the way your stomach was lurching and spasming in excitement at the mere thought, both you and Steve knew it would be senseless to not at least give it a try. Sensing your mild confliction, the supersoldier took a moment to brush back your hair again as his soothing voice filled the air, "It's alright, doll. Let me take care of you. S'just me, just Stevie. I'll be gentle, I promise."

As he spoke, he gently drew his hand down to begin rubbing at your inner thigh. Letting out a squeak of surprise, your heart jumped at the way his touch immediately sent sparks shooting up through your tangled nerves. "Easy," he hummed lowly, pushing on you carefully to encourage you to open up your legs a little further. Once you were nice and spread out for him, he took another deep breath. "Okay darlin'. Just keep breathing for me," he seemed to be trying to calm his own nerves as much as he was yours.

With the lightest amount of pressure he could manage, Steve carefully brought his pointer and middle middle fingers to sink slightly into your pool of arousal. They didn't linger long, as they then slowly dragged up your wetness to smear over your enlarged clit. The moment he came in contact with your poor button, your world was set ablaze. You had never felt such unbearable heat in your life; it was as if every atom within your core was being blasted into smithereens, an incredible amount of energy and pressure building up inside of you as a result.

"Easy, easy- shhhh," Steve was doing his best to talk you through it, watching as your hands scrambled to grip the sheets below you, your hips rocking in shameless desperation.

"Mm.... mmhh... hhh..." you struggled through incoherent whines. The man brought his free hand over to rub your tummy gently, trying to give you any sense of comfort and safety he could as he continued working the pads of his fingers in careful, steady circles.

It only took a few more moments of the simple stimulation to send an orgasm ripping through you with unimaginable force; as Steve saw your climax hit, his eyes widened, but he was intent on carrying you through it. Needy cunt spasming around nothing, your clit jerked and jolted beneath his tender traces. Your eyes were rolling back in your head, your whole body at the mercy of the waves of pleasure crashing over you.

And you kept coming, and coming, and coming- trapped in the grips of your orgasm for what must have been minutes compared to the fleeting moments you were usually granted. "Good, let it out," Steve was murmuring softly, watching as all your pent-up frustration was slowly pulled from your seizing body.

When you were finally winding down, breathless and slumped against the flimsy mattress beneath you, he was careful to pull his hands away with the utmost care to avoid causing you any further discomfort or unwanted stimulation. As he stood momentarily to find something to wipe his hands with, you let out a shaky whimper. "No, no, I'm here," he quickly returned to your side, retaking his place next to you on the cot. "I'm right here, doll. You're okay. Here, let me clean you up a bit, honey."

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The pretty little actress of Rogers + Anything you want (Steve Rogers x Reader)

The pretty little actress of Rogers + Anything you want // Extra chapter for The pretty little actress of Rogers Steve Rogers x Reader Mafia AU Warnings: none

Summary: Steve wants to spoil you.

"But Steve," you argue. Your hand is in his as the tall blond man pulls you with himself in the crowd. "I really don't need anything." "Well," he replies. "I will buy you anything I want, then." "Steve," you start again, but Steve doesn't let you finish. His arm slides around your waist to keep you close against the traffic of the busy mall. People come and go under the bright lights of the building. The shops and the windows are decorated for winter. "Just let me do this, okay?" He asks. "Just a few things you can wear when you come to my place." His suggestion leaves you speechless. The thought of spending more time in his home makes you feel strange for more than one reason. You are not against the idea, but you feel guilty too at the same time. How far can you go with Steve? Having things at the other's place is a big step. Is it too far? Should you stop? Can you?

"Try this," he says, giving you a simple black dress with a heart-shaped cleavage. You don't even know how many clothes are hanging on your arm by now. He just goes around, dropping everything he sees and likes into your arms. "It's too much." You still follow him, though. Steve just scoffs at your words, shaking his head. He wants you to have a whole wardrobe at his place with clothes your husband never saw or touched. "There will be an opening party at our new nightclub," Steve says. "I want you to come, and I want you to have something pretty to wear." Okay, it's new info, you think. "A party? When?" "Next Friday," he replies, looking at you with a bit of worry in his clear blue eyes. He really wants you to come with him. "You can come, right?" "I think yes," you nod. "I don't have any plans for next Friday." "Good," he smiles. "Now, go on and try them on. I want to see you in the black one." "You are a bit demanding, no?" You tease him when he nudges you to the dressing rooms at the corner of the shop. "I would call it impatience," he shrugs, smirking. Who could blame him? You are the prettiest thing he ever saw, and you being in clothes he bought for you, do some things to him. His pretty little actress.

Steve's presence looms in front of the dressing room. You can feel him even through the light fabric of the curtain that hides you from the other customers. Your jeans and t-shirt are on the chair next to you, while you are standing in front of the mirror in that black dress Steve gave you to try on.

The black fabric is tight on you, showing off every line and curve of your body. The heart-shaped cleavage makes the whole dress cute, even though it's a bit too short for your liking. It leaves your thighs bare, and you can't help but tug it lower every now and again as you turn left and right to see your reflection better. "Well?" Steve asks from outside. "Can I see it?" "Okay," you exhale with a last tug as you step away from the mirror to pull on the curtain. The man's gaze falls on you immediately. It sweeps over your body, pausing at your legs and breasts. His throat bobs as he gulps and tries to hide the burning desire in his eyes with several blinks. Steve needs long seconds to find his voice and the right words while you bask in his attention. He doesn't even have to say anything. His eyes tell you everything you have to know. "You are beautiful," he croaks out. A shy smile tugs on your lips as you look down at your bare feet. You really feel beautiful from the way he looks at you. Like you are the center of everything he knows and wants from life. "Thank you," you reply. "Is it not too short?" He smirks. He wants to say it's perfect for easy access, but your relationship is not ready yet, and he doesn't want to scare you away. You need slow pace, and he will give it to you even if it makes him end up under the shower with ice-cold water. "It's perfect, Y/N," Steve says instead. "You are perfect."

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blackkwidowed · 3 months

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Imagine kissing Nats bruises and scars after a mission and just being soft and showing her so much love.

I just wanna give Nat a hug tbh

just the entire concept of nat finding it so hard to be vulnerable around anyone but you is both heartbreaking yet the softest most adorable shit ever. here's a little drabble. some darker themes here as well i guess. also, best friend bucky? you got a taste of that here as well. also haven't proofread so sorry

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When the few team mates arrive back off a mission, there's a dark, almost sad, atmosphere among them. Natasha, Bucky, and Clint had gone together for a few days to track something down. They'd come back early, empty handed, bruised, beaten down and overall, unsuccessful.

Natasha had looked the most upset. She hadn't been crying or anything, she just looked glum. She looked like she'd seen something no one wants to see.

Immediately you say your hellos to everyone, glad that they made it back safely and in once piece- albeit a few bruises and minor injuries. Something had happened out there.

You pull Natasha into your arms and there's something about the way she relaxes and sinks against you that makes your concern skyrocket. Fingers running through her hair, you cup the base of her skull in your hand and bring the other to her cheek for her to look at you. "What happened, my love?"

She sighs, the kind of sigh that speaks for itself.

"We found a group of kids. They'd all been locked up by these asshole guys we were trying to find. They'd been brainwashed. Beaten. Taken from their families and forced into whatever the hell kind of project that's been lined up for them."

You flinch, closing your eyes and repeating Natasha's sigh from before. You understand now.

"Got jumped by some security who've had training from God knows where. Good enough to get some hits in, put it that way." She cranes her neck a little, moves her hair out the way, enough to show the budding purple mark under her ear that's making it way across her jaw. "Powerful bunch, these guys. We're gonna need some more planning before we go back in there."

You nod in agreement, tracing your finger gently across the mark and pressing a soft, barely there kiss to the skin.

"Are you okay?" It comes as a whisper, gentle and only just loud enough for her to hear it. "I mean, I know you're not okay as such just. What do you need?"

She smiles gently at you, pushing herself closer to you again and resting her nose in the crook of your neck. "This is good."

You press a kiss to the side of her head, looking up at the guys who're now sat at the breakfast bar of the kitchen, also looking on like they've seen a ghost. You can't help but feel sorry for whatever they've seen, it takes a lot to have them left feeling like this.

You send Nat to your room, telling her you'll be up there in a moment and to get changed out of her suit. Quickly, you make your way over to the boys and rest a hand on each of their shoulders. "You need anything you know where I am, alright?"

They thank you thoroughly, Bucky even slinging an arm around your waist and squeezing lightly as a thank you. "Take care of her, yeah? I think, maybe, she's reminded of everything she went through. It's hit her, this one. Just take care of her."

Bucky's smile is laced with pain, heartache. You don't see him like this often either. You nod at him. "Of course."

What you find in your room is enough to make you angry. Nat's got a fair few bruises, and it makes you want to track down the bastard(s) that managed to leave such a mark on her soul.

She's sat on the end of the bed, glancing over the hand shaped mark on her arm where she'd been grabbed and thrown just hours earlier. She's not even mad that she let her guard down. Normally she'd be upset with herself, but she can't think about it.

You perch at the head of the bed against the pillows, beckoning her over in a gentle tone. She settles into your side and curls an arm around you tightly, as if she's frightened you'll leave. It only makes you grip her tighter.

Peppering gentle kisses to the side of her face, she sighs in relief and sinks somehow deeper into you, nuzzling into your neck. You're warm, familiar, comforting, you're everything she needs in a time of need.

"Thank you," she whispers against your skin.

"For what, baby?"

"Being here when I need you."

You smile softly, raising a hand to her face and brushing your fingers across her cheek. You kiss her softly, slowly, so gentle she has to pull you even closer so you'll kiss her firmer. Your lips move against hers and it might just be the highlight of Natasha's day, feeling you like this.

"You don't ever have to thank me. You know that's what I'm here for." You continue stroking her cheek, down her neck, and back up. Touches like this are her favourite. It warms her heart when she remembers the bruise on the side of her face, and the fact that your touch is so gentle against her skin that the contact with the bruise doesn't bother her even a little bit. "I love you."

Natasha hums softly, moving to lay on top of you now. She kisses you again, whispering against your mouth. "I love you."

You hold her close, hands running across her hips, fingers trailing up her back. She lays on you, nuzzled in and as close as possible. You don't ever want either of you to move, this is where you're content. This is your happy place.

She's relaxed now, happier, and you know today's at the back of her mind still but for a moment, she can forget about it. She feels safe now, comforted. You're her happy place, her everything, her lifeline. To her, you make it worth it.

"Get some sleep for me okay?" You murmur into her hair.

You feel her nod against where she lays on your chest. "Only if i can stay here."

You give a soft laugh, rubbing a hand up her back and tangling into red hair. "Always."

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Do you take this pebble?

Bucky barnes x fem!reader

this was written quickly because if i didn’t do it now i never would so sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. also i suck at using punctuation so ignore that too!

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“Hey what’s wrong, Doll?” Bucky asks as he walks into the bedroom to find his best girl crying.

“Penguins” She mutters out and Buckys face turns into a perplexed expression.

“Penguins?” He asks as he scoots onto the bed to get closer to her, laying a hand on her thigh.

“Did you know- did you know that the male penguin will scour the area for the perfect pebble to present to the female as a way of proposing? If she says yes they mate for life.” She starts crying again and Bucky tries holding back his laugh because he thought something had upset you but no you’re crying over penguins.. He moves a bit to accommodate you on his lap, your head on his chest as he rubs his hands up and down your back to soothe you.

“This is ridiculous, i’m ridiculous. Sorry” You apologise for being overly dramatic and Bucky shushes you, you’ve always been emotional and the smallest thing, sad or happy can set you off. He finds it endearing how much you feel.

“It’s okay, baby” He kisses the crown of your head “It’s not ridiculous” He reassures you. The two of you lay there for awhile in each others embrace.

____________ The next morning _____________

After the whole debacle of your emotional breakdown over penguins last night Bucky and you both woke up and got on with your regular activities, him going out to run some ‘errands’ that you apparently weren’t allowed to join him on.. so you tended to some spring cleaning of the apartment.

A few hours later Bucky returns.

“Hey Buck, I missed you” You approach him and wrap your arms around him as he returns the hug, he has a bag in his hand.. a suspicious bag..

“I got you something” He says and you automatically smile, he always thinks of you when he’s out, whether it be him bringing home your favourite treat or a bouquet of your favourite flowers.

“Yeah..? What is it” You beam excitedly and he laughs at your eagerness. You both walk to the kitchen where he sets the bag down on the island.

“Close your eyes and put your hands out” He says and you give him one last suspicious look before you listen and close your eyes. It’s then you hear him go into the bag and get something out, a few seconds later something is placed in your hands, it’s weirdly heavy.

“Open them!” He’s got a bright smile plastered on his face anticipating your reaction.

You open your eyes.

“A pebble?”

“You know how you were telling me about penguins last night..” He jogs your memory and it instantly works because you’re putting it down and jumping into his arms.

“OH MY GOD BUCKY YOU GOT ME A PEBBLE!” He laughs at how adorably excited you are. Eventually he manages to pry you off of him.

“It’s not just any pebble.. break it open.. theres a pretty crystal inside” At this your eyes brighten up, you pick the pebble up and put it on the chopping board and use a hammer that’s meant for meat to break it open. It takes a few tries but eventually you get it open and see what’s inside and pick it up.

“A diamond??” You look at it absolutely baffled and turn around to ask Bucky what it’s all about but stop in your tracks at the sight before you.

Bucky on one knee. Bucky on one knee holding an empty band, looking at you with the most love stricken eyes.

“Accept my pebble and do me the honour of being my mate forever?” He is smiling so big and you stand shocked as tears escape your eyes.

“Bucky..” The biggest grin breaks out on your face.

“What do you say, doll? Will you marry me? Be my penguin partner forever and ever?” He doesn’t get time to prepare himself for the way you launch yourself at him fall to your knees in front of him and wrap your arms around him so tightly

“I take it that’s a yes?” He himself is tearing up now and you lean back to look at him unable to form words simply nodding as tears stream down your face. He takes your hand and puts the band on it.

“Well need to take it back to the jewellers so they can put the diamond in” He starts to explain but you shut him up with a kiss that tells him all that you couldn’t say.

“Bucky Barnes I won the lottery with you” You say cupping his face and kissing him again.

“Doll you have no idea the way the universe answered my prayers by allowing me to find you.” He mutters out as he starts to properly ball and you both cried and kissed and hugged and started dreaming of the rest of your lives

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ichorai · 5 months

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airbag ; steve rogers.

track one of OK COMPUTER.

pairing ; steve rogers x reader (gender-neutral)

synopsis ; five time steve tries to propose to you, and one time he actually does.

words ; 4.3k

themes ; fluff, mild angst, kind of avengers tower au?

warnings / includes ; mentions/descriptions of injury, alcohol, lots of lovesick fluff, rest of avengers are mentioned, natasha and tony Meddling, reference to spider-man & sandman :)

main masterlist.

Steve considered himself a romantic of sorts. Call him old-fashioned, but he liked bringing you flowers, he liked taking you to the theater, and he liked walking you home—all the way up to your door and listening for the lock, so he knew you’d be safe in there.

It was only fitting how cliché it felt when he realized he was in love with you. Firework-igniting kisses and butterfly-filled tummies and face-splitting grins. Everything described in those movies you enjoyed watching—but so much more.

Steve Rogers wasn’t a man to waste time. After all—enough of that had been done while he was frozen in the ice. If he was going to start something, then he was most definitely going to go all the way and finish it, too.

Almost immediately after your first anniversary, he bought a ring. It was simple and classic, maybe a bit out of style but hey, you seemed to be into that. You were dating a century-year-old.

It was December then, soft snow lining the streets and piling upon naked tree branches. During the drive to the fancy restaurant he’d found (courtesy of Tony), there were children building snowmen and sledding down shallow hills. You smiled watching them, eyes rife with fond warmth, and Steve knew then that he had to do it. He had to propose to you tonight.

Inside, you wouldn’t stop telling him how underdressed you felt, but Steve reassured you by saying a simple, “You look perfect, I promise.”

And he wasn’t lying. You did look perfect to him.

Dinner consisted of several decadent courses, with the waiters serving platters the two of you could barely even pronounce. It was delicious, nonetheless, and the chef had even come by to shake the hand of the Captain America.

During the last course—a silken slice of chocolate cake for dessert—Steve slipped his hand into his suit’s pocket, the velvet box smooth beneath his fingers. He replayed the question over and over again in his head, rehearsed a million times prior to the dinner.

Will you marry me?

And just as he was about to pull the ring box out, another diner pushed his chair back just far enough to accidentally knock into a waiter passing by, holding a plate of spaghetti. Completely sauced, to top.

To Steve’s horror, the plate tipped, almost in slow motion, and fell with a wet, splattering noise all over your outfit. You’d let out a small yelp of surprise, the spaghetti was hot, but not enough to burn. Steve stood up a second too late, hand falling away from his pocket as he rounded the table and placed it on your shoulder, asking if you were okay.

“I’m okay,” you told him gently, reaching over to grab a few napkins at the center of your table.

You didn’t get mad, of course you didn’t—it was part of the reason Steve loved you so much—instead, you were kind and patient, reassuring the flustered waiter that it was alright. “Mistakes happen,” you said. Another waiter came by a few minutes later with a few damp cloths so you could wipe the rest of the spaghetti sauce off.

Needless to say, the chef insisted that the meal was on the house that night, much to Steve’s chagrin.

The drive back home smelled of marinara sauce and oregano, but the heavy weight in his chest at the failed proposal seemed to lighten when you joked about how the five course meal ended up being six.

Natasha knew about the ring. Steve wasn’t quite sure how—he’d never explicitly told her—but then again, he wasn’t surprised. Nat seemed to always just know things from the smallest of details. It was why she made such a brilliant spy.

“So,” she’d said once she stumbled across from Steve in the Avenger Tower’s lavish gym, a sly grin stretching over her lips, “when are you popping the question?”

There was a pause to his movements—the dumbbell he’d been curling hovered in the air, his muscles tensing. He thought about it for a little longer, considering asking her how she knew but—he seemed to sense that Natasha would wave it away with a laugh and a light, “A magician never reveals her secrets.”

Instead, he told the red-head, “I’m working on it.”

Natasha leaned against a treadmill, arms crossing over her chest. The smile on her face seemed to grow even wider. “Uh-huh. How long have you had the ring?”

Steve resumed doing his reps. The burn felt nice, even if it was only barely there. “Long enough.”

There was a soft tenderness to Natasha’s eyes, and she bumped a fist into his bicep. “Take Y/N hiking. Far away from the city, where it’s quiet.”

Again, Steve paused his exercise. Slow, he put the weights down, thinking over her words.

“That’s actually—that’s a good idea, Nat.”

“Of course it is.” There was a knowing glint in her eyes.

“Thanks, really. I just want things to be perfect.”

She dipped her head once, before climbing onto the treadmill. “Send pictures. I’ve got a bet going on—Clint would want proof.”

Steve spared her an amused roll of his eyes. With a wave and a hurried goodbye, Steve rushed out of the gym to take a quick shower. The weather app on his phone (that he took an embarrassingly long time to find) told him the skies were going to be clear that afternoon—perfect for hiking.

Maybe, hopefully, perfect for proposals.

Half an hour later, you were ready to go, too, bouncing on the balls of your feet excitedly.

“I packed us sandwiches.”

“Did you? Oh, great—thanks, honey. We could have them as an early dinner.” He rubbed your shoulder and nudged you into the car.

“I packed a bunch of snacks, too.”

Steve arched a brow. “Like?”

“Gummy worms, popcorn, chips, cookies. Oh, and Wanda actually made something for us, I’m not really sure what it is, but it smelled nice—”

Your words died away when Steve laughed, loud and chesty. Of course you’d pack just about the entire pantry. How you managed to stuff all of that into your travel backpack with room to spare was beyond him. You couldn’t help but break out into an infectious smile when he leaned forward to kiss you on the forehead.

The drive out of the city to the hiking trail was long, and you nearly dozed off if not for the road getting progressively bumpier the closer you got.

The sun was high in the sky by the time you arrived. You slipped out of the car with a pleased hum and stretched out your limbs, ready to get the hike over and done with. You might’ve been dating a superhuman, but you had no powers of your own. The pressure to keep up was something always in the back of your mind.

And that’s how the hike went—you were determined to stay on par with Steve, no matter how grueling the terrain became. Even when he suggested a break to have some of the many snacks you’d packed, you tossed him your bag and kept trekking on—you were worried that if you stopped, you would never get back up again.

Really, you shouldn’t have overexerted yourself this quickly—the two of you were barely halfway done with the trail. Your feet were starting to drag, and your pace grew staggered. Just as you turned around to face your boyfriend and ask for a breather, your foot caught on a tree root that poked up above the trail’s surface, and you stumbled forward.

Thankfully, Steve’s quick reflexes came in handy, and he darted forward to grab you before you could go rolling down the steep hills.

He tugged you close into his chest, not yet registering your wince of pain. “Are you okay? That was a close one!”

When you pulled away, you gingerly tried to test your wait on the foot, but quickly lifted it back up with a grimace. “Oh, God. I think I’ve rolled my ankle.”

Steve stiffened, glancing further up the trail. It was maybe another two hours, but that was only with two fully-functioning pairs of legs.

The proposal would have to wait another day, then.

He cupped your face, soft and gentle. “Wrap your arms around my neck from behind. I’ll carry you down to the car.”

“You sure, Stevie? I can try hopping down on one foot.” You tried to demonstrate, but nearly lost your balance again. All the jostling sent bolts of pain down your foot, which surely wasn’t a good sign, either.

He snorted, huff-laughing, other hand slipping over your waist to keep you still. “I’m sure. Come on.” He leaned down expectantly.

Relenting, you wrapped your arms over his shoulders and hooked the inside of your thighs over his waist, careful to keep your injured foot extended so it wouldn’t bump into him. It was beginning to throb.

“‘M sorry,” you mumbled, resting your cheek over his shoulder, one of your hands lifting to toy with his short, blonde hair. He began to walk down, and you tried your best to ignore the pain in your ankle. “Ruined our hiking trip. I was so excited.”

“It’s okay, honey. It was an accident! We can always go another time. Maybe a different trail, though.”

You apologized again, the whole way down, in fact, despite his assurances that he wasn’t at all tired. He really wasn’t—barely broke a sweat during the descent. Besides, he quite liked the feeling of your holding so tight onto him, your nose pressed into the side of his neck, your soft laughter brushing over his skin in one moment, your slight winces in the next.

“I love you,” you whispered, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

He felt a shiver traverse down his back, and briefly wondered if you felt it, too.

“I love you, too. That tickles, though.”

Your laugh was abrupt and ever so heart-warming. “Sorry.”

The movie, you’d told him, was a cult classic from the seventies. Steve couldn’t really remember what it was called. Callie? Cassie? It was an awful lot of blood. The arm he had wound over your shoulder squeezed you every time someone screamed in the film—which was… startlingly often.

Proposing in the middle of a gorey movie wasn’t exactly the romantic vision Steve had in mind, but since the previous attempts really didn’t work in his favor, he wondered if keeping it casual was the best way to go. So when you asked if he could come over for an abrupt movie night, he readily agreed—and brought the small, velvet ring box with him.

It was tucked safely in the pocket of his slacks, on the side you weren’t pressed up against. The weight was a constant reminder of what he wanted to ask you—occupying his mind away from the movie he should’ve been paying attention to.

He’d propose once the credits started rolling. Yes, that’d be best, right? Wouldn’t want a horrified scream interrupting his profession of undying love to you.

And so he watched. He watched and watched, absentmindedly wondering what on earth the movie was even about. He dragged his knuckles up and down your arm. When a particularly gruesome scene unfolded, Steve glanced over at you.

To his surprise, your features were softened with sleep, only barely illuminated by the crimson glow from the television, your lips slightly parted and eyes shut.

With gentle movements, Steve reached over to guide your head onto his shoulder. Your hair tickled his cheek, and he let out a soft puff of a sigh before smiling. He kissed your temple, nose resting over your forehead.

The proposal would have to wait another day.

Tony’s parties were always an affair that Steve looked forward to. He wasn’t a party-goer by any means, but he found that the grand events were a great way for him to catch up with all his colleagues, acquaintances, and work associates he otherwise wouldn’t have spoken to for months to come.

And, of course, your excitement always seemed to rub off on him. You were buzzing about the room with what looked like twenty different outfits hanging off of your arms, holding them between you and the mirror with a scrutinizing look.

“Tucked or untucked?” you asked, more to yourself than him. He wasn’t given the chance to respond, anyway, since you chucked the shirt somewhere behind you and promptly started looking for another.

When you’d finally settled for appropriately formal attire, and Steve slipped into a button-up dress shirt (which was his one and only option, much to your envy), the two of you set off for Tony’s.

The party was already in full swing by the time you got there. Steve wasn’t entirely sure what the event was for—an anniversary or birthday, maybe? Fundraising gala? A celebration of some sort of scientific breakthrough Steve couldn’t even begin to comprehend? It was always a toss-up with Tony.

You were greeting people here and there, stopping to chatter amicably about what you’ve been up to, how work was going, the latest shows you’ve been catching up with…

And then you kissed his cheek and told him you were going to go grab some drinks. Steve watched you go with fond eyes. You looked incredible tonight.

A hand on his shoulder jolted him out of his reverie, and Tony Stark’s smug face came into view.

“Enjoying the party?” he asked, sly and knowing. What did he know?

“Hey, Tony. We only just got here. What’s all this for, by the way?” Steve crossed his arms and glanced around for any telltale signs.

A smirk flitted across his expression. “Just thought we all needed a bit of social activity pumped into the team. It’s a great place to… get your courage up, hm?” Tony smiled, and Steve narrowed his eyes.

“Did Natasha tell you?”

Tony snorted. “We all know.”

“Great.” Steve slid his hand into his pocket and traced the smooth grooves of the ring box. “Is everyone expecting me to propose tonight?”

“No, pfft—we don’t want to pressure you or anything…” Tony pointedly glanced at a stage conveniently placed front and center of the room. “But if you need some, what should I call it… assistance, the stage is all yours to use.”

Steve balked. Proposing at a party was one thing, but proposing on a stage in front of hundreds of people was completely out of the question.

Or was it?

“I’m not going to propose on a stage. That’s more your style.”

With a shrug, Tony rolled his eyes. “I mean, Pepper hasn’t left me yet, has she?”

Steve chose not to grace him with a response, but frown-smiled when Tony grabbed a flute of champagne and shoved it into his hands. He was gone the next second, off to greet a new round of guests.

Thirty seconds later, you appeared by his side, positively beaming, but slightly out of breath. There were two chilled glasses clutched in your hands, almost sloshing over with how quickly you bounded to him.

“Oh, you already got a drink?” you asked, grinning. You clinked both glasses against his, chiming, “Cheers!”

And as you were downing the sugary alcohol in your right hand, Steve ran a finger along the ring box again.

Maybe… maybe it really wasn’t a bad idea. He looked back at the stage. There was a microphone stand on there. Has it been there since the beginning?

He turned his head back to you, and you told him about Banner inviting the two of you over for dinner some time. Just as he was about to reply, his phone started buzzing in his other pocket. Deftly, Steve slipped his hand away from the box and went to pick up the phone—Sam’s caller ID staring up at him.

His friend’s voice sounded strained through the phone, and Steve gripped your hand and led you to a more quiet hallway, away from the crowd and the thrum of music.

Sam hurriedly told him that there was trouble downtown—something about Spider-Man and a very sandy guy.

“Sandy?”

“Yeah. Dude’s made of sand.”

“Oh.” Steve paused, brows furrowing. “I’ll be there in twenty. Can you keep it together till then?”

“Don’t have another choice, do I, Cap?”

With that, Sam hung up. Steve looked to you, crestfallen.

“Honey, I gotta go.”

Your voice was light and airy, despite your slightly crestfallen and confused countenance. “Sam’s in trouble?”

“Yeah. I’ll—” There was an uncertain pause. Steve leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. “I’ll see you at home. I love you.”

Your brows pulled together. “I love you, too. Stay safe, Steve.”

It was something you just had to accustom yourself to—when your boyfriend was a superhero, his priorities encompassed far more than you. But you understood, as you always did, and let him hurry away with a stiff lip.

The hospital was packed. Claustrophobically dense. You hurriedly wove through the crowd of anxious people hovering around the information desk, having already gotten the text which room Steve was in.

A few twisting hallways later, you pushed through a door and just about collapsed with relief when your eyes landed on Steve.

He was badly bruised. Hues of deep purple and faint blues were blossomed all over his face. One of his eyes was swollen, his sandy-blonde hair was tousled, and his bottom lip was split. He was wearing a hospital gown, and you felt nauseated wondering just what other injuries he was hiding beneath the fabric.

But he was alive. That was the least you’d hoped for.

Tears pricked your eyes, and you only then registered that Bucky was there, standing by the bed, expression grim and steeled. His blue eyes darted away from his best friend’s face to meet yours.

“I’ll give you two some space,” he murmured with a tight edge to his voice. Bucky patted your shoulder and whisked off before you could say anything.

“Steve?” you croaked, drawing nearer to the bed. Your throat felt tight. “Oh, God…”

Despite his entire face aching, Steve managed to tug one of the corners of his lips up into a meager smile. “Hey, honey.”

His voice sounded hoarse and overused, but was still utter music to your ears. You just about collapsed onto the side of the bed, reaching out to gently brush the back of your shaking knuckles over what little of his face wasn’t bruised.

“I heard what happened on the news,” came your tearful whisper. “I was so worried you…”

Something softened within the blue of his eyes. “I’m still here.”

You dipped forward to press a soft kiss to his forehead, and his tired eyes slid shut.

“Has a doctor checked on you yet? Any permanent damage I have to look out for?” You pulled away so you could roam your eyes over his form once more.

“Just a few bruises. Bone fractures. Nothing I can’t recover from,” he replied, though he winced when he tried to shift and sit more upright. You placed a hand on his back and helped him move, cautiously slow.

“Take it easy, old man,” you warned. “Don’t want you to pop a hip.”

Steve wheezed out what seemed like a laugh. Then, his eyes darted to the bedside table, where some spare clothes were neatly packed in a bag. Bucky had brought them, making sure to hide the ring box safely underneath a few layers.

Should he? Now, when he had the chance?

“I have something to ask you…” he began, tentative, dragging his eyes back onto you. You tilted your head pointedly, beckoning for him to go on.

Just as he was about to say the words, there were three rapid knocks to the hospital room’s doors and they creaked open immediately after, two nurses shuffling in, clipboards in hand.

“Hello, just here to run a few more check-ups!” one of them chirped. “It’s not often we get a super admitted in here.”

Steve just about physically deflated. Your brows kinked, and you patted his cheek fondly.

“I’ll come by later—gonna go see if Sam is okay. You should rest, Stevie. Love you.” With one final kiss to his cheek, you got up from his bed and made space for the bustling nurses. He barely managed to lift his hand to wave you goodbye before you hurried out of the room, back into the packed hallways.

A month had drifted by since he wound up in the hospital (and discharged the very next day). It was pleasantly breezy that day—gusts of wind tousling his now-overgrown hair and whistling sweetly in your ears.

Steve bent at the waist to place the bouquet of flowers down in front of the headstone. If it were any windier, he was sure it would’ve blown away. But it stayed put, the petals only barely swaying to and fro, and he righted himself back up.

“Sarah Rogers,” you whispered, eyes trailing across the smooth grooves of her name indented into the slab, voice thick with fondness. “What did she look like?”

Your arm wounded over the small of his waist. The two of you had visited the cemetery a few months prior, where you helped him scrub all the moss and dirt from her headstone. He told you about many of his adventures with Bucky before his time frozen in the ice, but very little about his mother.

A wistful smile touched the corner of his face. Now fully healed, much to your relief.

“She was blonde. Blue eyes. Crow lines, I think. Really faint, but they appeared every time she laughed.” There was a nostalgic warmth to his tone.

“Took after her, then.” You beamed down at the grave. “She must’ve been beautiful.”

Steve leaned into your grasp and kissed the very top of your head. “She was. She would’ve loved you, you know.”

“Yeah?”

“She would’ve thought you were perfect. She saw a lot of terrible things in her lifetime, but you—you would’ve made her laugh a lot.” A pause. The wind hummed a disjointed tune. “She always believed in me, even though she was terrified for me all the time. Worried herself sick. If only she knew I’d end up here…”

Your head landed on his bicep. “She knows. She knew from the very beginning.”

The blonde smiled at you again, and you couldn’t help but notice his crow lines, too. It was comforting to know that there was so much of his mother in him.

“You ready for lunch?”

“I’m starving.” you told him, before blowing a chaste kiss to the headstone. “See you soon, Mrs. Rogers.”

Steve began to lead you away, and he couldn’t seem to scratch the smile from his lips. The two of you started walking back home, taking your sweet time. You were saying something—something about a nice lasagna you had frozen in the fridge—

But Steve could barely hear any of it. He couldn’t hold it back anymore. He had to tell you now.

“I love you,” he interrupted. The words died on your tongue and you regarded him curiously, as if he’d grown a second head.

Apparently, there was a near manic look to his eye that prompted you to worriedly query, “Is something wrong, Steve—?”

Instead of answering, Steve stopped walking. He dropped down onto one knee, brandishing the ring box from his pocket, flicking it open. The realization broke across your features just a second later. Your eyes widened, and you reared back in shock.

And the words—the words just came tumbling out. Not at all what he’d scripted for months on end, but something entirely different. Something raw and unfiltered—purely from his heart. “I love you, more than I can ever put into words. You’re just—amazing, perfect in every goddamn way. I don’t want to go another day without calling you mine. I want to be yours, honey. All of me, every single bit of me, with all of you. It’s been an honor being your boyfriend. Really, it has, but I’m… I’m ready to be your husband, if you’ll have me. Will you marry me?”

There were tears pricking the corners of your eyes. You were only but a streak of color before you were yanking him forward, practically burying his face against your chest. He didn’t care that there was a rock digging into his knee. Barely even felt it.

The next moment, you were pulling away to yank him back up, kissing him like he was the very air you needed to breathe.

“Is that a yes?” he asked against your lips, slightly muffled. He was smiling, because he already knew your answer.

You nodded into the kiss, refusing to pull away. “I’d marry you a million times over, Steve. Again and again and again, until you get sick of me.”

“Could never get sick of you,” he whispered, forehead leaning over yours. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The two of you broke apart minutes later, reluctantly, though you had permanent smiles etched across your faces the entire way back home. The ring fit you perfectly.

When the news broke to the rest of the Avengers, they all erupted into an array of groans and cheers, and multiple wads of cash were passed around. Natasha sent the two of you a pleased wink. You two just landed her a combined total of a hundred bucks, but some secrets were simply better left unsaid.

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sweetsbfreex · 1 year

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drunk and obsessed

Summary: a little something about a drunk steve. in the mafia steve universe

Pairing: drunk!mafia! steve rogers x reader

Warning: none rlly

“Baby, baby,” you giggle, a bit tipsy, as you try your hardest to fit the key into the door's lock. “I can’t open the door with you all over me.”

You laugh once more when Steve begins kissing your neck once again. His trimmed beard tickles your neck.

On the other hand, Steve had a bit too much to drink. And that's all your doing.

You know he feels he can never have too much to drink at these events, especially with you there. The events are filled with some of the most inimical people worldwide. So he always wants to be on his A-game for you. But that’s what body guards are for, you had argued. Pushing for him to have the time of his life with some of his friends.

Now here he was: drunk and his body cradling yours, as the two of you struggle to get in the house.

“I just love you, baby,” his words slur as he kisses your cheek.

“I love you too,” You tell him, so close to getting the fucking key to fit.

“I can’t wait to get you inside,” his voice rich and husky as he seals his promise.

“Baby, I don’t even think you could get it up right now.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Steve removes himself as your shell, both arms up in defense while he takes a few steps back.

When your senses finally catch up that he’s no longer hovering over you. You quickly turn, just stopping him before he tumbles down the step.

You hold both his hands, then let one go to grab the side of this face, “Honey, your drunk off your ass right now—“

“I am not! You just called my game weak,”

“That’s not what I said, but I need you to stand silently so I can open the door, okay?”

“Okay, pretty” he answers, landing a soft peck on your lips.

You smile as you finally open the door, reaching behind you to clasp Steve’s hand so you can pull him in.

You close the door behind him, toeing your shoes off, giggling when he has trouble with his. But five ‘fucks’ later, he finally gets it done.

“Woooo!!” Steve shoots his hand up in a v, as if his team just won the super bowl.

You’re quick to drop his arms back down to his sides, “Shhh, baby. You’re screaming.”

“I am?! I’m sorry,” his hands cup your cheeks as he pulls you for yet another kiss.

“Honey,” you laugh into his sloppy kiss. “Let’s go to bed, hm? And get some water into you.”

“I don’t wanna do bed,” he whines. “I wanna do you,” he smirks, moving one hand to grip your hip.

“Tomorrow, okay? I’m really tired.” You feign a dramatic yawn.

“You are? Okay, that’s okay, okay?” he kisses your nose this time.

Drunk sex isn’t something that hasn’t been checked off your and Steve’s list. But Steve is sloshed and can barely walk straight, so sex would not be on the menu for tonight.

“Let’s head up.” You wrap his arm over your shoulder, walking up the steps carefully.

He’s sitting at the end of the bed, his coat beside him, as you unbutton his dress shirt. You would’ve let him do it himself, but he was struggling with his lack of hand-eye coordination. Playfully slapping your hand every time your hands got close to his shirt. Giggling and joking that there would be no sexy times. That was until he had made you oath you’d keep your hands innocent.

Ever your affectionate, drunk lover.

“Are you sure you feel alright? Don't need to throw up or anything?” You ask Steve once again.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he tells you then takes another swig of water.

It only takes ten minutes until he’s in his sweatpants, with no boxers (under his request). You’re changed and ready for bed, tired out from an eventful day. Steve’s favorite movie playing in the background.

Steve cuddles up close, half his brawny body on yours, his leg splayed over yours, and his head nestled on your chest.

Your fingers run through his hair soothingly.

“Y/n?”

You hum a response.

“Thank you for taking care of me, I love you too,”

“I love you too.” you laugh breathily at his mistake.

A comfortable pause ensues.

“Y/n?” His hand shimmies under your t-shirt, to caress your soft skin.

“Yes, honey,” you can’t help but laugh at the way he calls for your attention. You don’t think you’ve heard your actual name from his mouth so consistently.

“I think I wanna— I know I want to start trying soon. I wanna be a dad, a good dad.”

Your hand stills.

“What?” Your voice is quiet and relayed with shock. Your heart no longer in your chest.

He wants to try. The two of you tied the knot two months ago. However, talk of whether you guys wanted to start a family or not was shut down by Steve every time. You never wanted to push, but you also wanted to know what to expect.

Either way, He was adamant that he wasn’t ready. There was no way he could raise a baby to be half a decent human being with his trauma lingering in the shadows, among other things

He sits up abruptly, “I know, I know. I’m not sober, but I’m not lying either. I’m ready, honey… if you are.” He grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles.

“Okay,” you smile, “If you remember, we’ll continue this conversation tomorrow?”

“Okay.” He kisses your cheek before cuddling into you once again. “I wanna be the perfect dad, y/n. The best.”

“You will be.”

You tell him sweetly, your eyes stinging as you run your fingers through his hair once more.

a/n: srry it's been so long, college keeps me busy 24/7! here's this as i try and finish binky fairy pt. 2

if you enjoyed pls don’t forget to reblog or give feedback if ur up to it <3

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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The Lost 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of loss, grieving, death, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: nomad!Steve Rogers

Summary: You move into a shared flat and encounter a mysterious man.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“And this is your room,” Muriel stops before a door along the short hallway. “You have a neighbour just across the hall, and two more on the other side of the kitchen.”

You nod. It isn’t an ideal situation. Not one you ever saw yourself in. But survival isn’t built for the fussy. There are many others like you. Those not so lucky, those who are dead. Many who never got the choice of a new home.

You keep your hand on your rolling bag, your other on your canvas knapsack. They’re full of items that aren’t your own. Second-hand clothes acquired from shelters and toiletries given out by the support workers. You’re on your own now.

“Anything else, dear?” Muriel asks to your silence.

“Thank you, Muriel,” you murmur.

She hands you the key and leaves. Before showing you your own space, she took you around those shared by the rest of her boarders. You suppose they’re your roommates now. A kitchen, two bathrooms, a front room with a tattered couch and old tube television. You’ll stick to your own four walls.

You slide the key in the slot, the metal grinding loudly. You hear a throat clear and peer towards the noise. The walls must be thin. You’re still alone. You let yourself into the room, pulling the door shut behind you. You flip the lock back into place before you shove your bags by the wall.

There’s a twin bed with a metal frame, a single night table, and a standing lamp. There’s also a shallow closet. It’s not much but you don’t need more than that. It’s good to have a roof over your head.

You sit on the lumpy mattress and the frame squeaks loudly. You stand up again and pace around. There isn’t too much room. It shouldn’t matter, you won’t need it. You’ll be out working and back to sleep again. You start tomorrow at the convenience shop.

You hear a thump and your head pops up. You can’t help but jump in your shoes. Ever since the city rained down around you, every bump, every sudden noise has you skittish. It’s nothing, only another boarder.

You go to your bag and unbuckle the flap. You pull out a can of beans and the pocket knife in the side pocket. You go back to the bed and sit, another shrill whine from the metal frame. You pull out the can open from the pocket knife and peel back the lid. On the same keychain is a small metal spork you use to scoop out the beans, eating them cold as your stomach growls hungrily.

You eat, bite by bite, staring at the wall, just beside the only window. It isn’t home. You don’t expect one of those. It’s just a place to live. To survive.

🚪

You take your toothbrush and your tube of toothpaste with you to the bathroom down the hall. It’s just across from the other bedroom on that side of the flat. The doorway is dark, beckoning you inside. You flip on the light and shut the door as you enter.

You turn on the tap and set to brushing your teeth. Such a basic and simple task but one you didn’t always have the chance to do. It’s almost soothing to feel the bristles in your mouth. It makes you feel almost normal.

You take your time as the mint flavour sticks to your tongue. You rinse your brush and flick off the excess water, sliding it back into the travel tube and capping the paste. You look at yourself in the mirror, not for long, just to make sure you still recognise you.

You clutch your things in one hand and flick the light off. You open the door and nearly shriek at the shadow waiting in the hall. You waver in the doorway as a tiny wisp escapes your throat. You blink as the dark silhouette stands with arms crossed in the dim hall.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” the man says gruffly.

He's tall but mostly obscured. His hair wings out around his neck and his shoulders bulge broadly. You feel his eyes boring into you, as he can see through the darkness and you.

You dip your chin and sidle out, keeping your distance as you sidestep along the wall. You should apologise but your voice is buried deep down. You put your hand up in a show of deference.

“You done?” He asks.

You pause and look at the plaster across from you. You nod then turn your back to him completely. He must be the neighbour. You quickly shuffle to your room and hide behind the door. It’s much better than the shelter, you don’t have someone rolling into your sleeping bag, but still, you’re claustrophobic.

You mourn that most. The sense of privacy. Of personal space. Have a place that’s your own with people you know. People you love.

You toss your toothbrush and toothpaste onto the night table and huff as you sit on the bed. You frown and push your head back, trying to soothe the tightness between your shoulders. You blow out, breath rattling as your nose tingles.

You can never go back to Sokovia or how it was. You can only go forward and the road ahead is very lonely.

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