Masterlist - Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures
Plot summary :An Agent assigned to work with the Avengers is exposed to a new Hydra neuro-toxin and needs intimate assistance, but who should help them? This is my take on the sex pollen trope.
Choose your favourite - Thor or Steve : There are two options shown below, the reader gets to choose whether Thor or Steve will be the one to offer NSFW assistance.
Note : The two Times stories are very similar but the two versions of Measures are almost completely different, because let’s face it Thor and Steve will have a different approach to sex!
Desperate Times is the build-up to the story with sexual tension and some dirty talk, whilst Desperate Measures has all the really filthy smut. They can be read as stand-alone fics but are better read together.
Warnings - NSFW, 18+ only, smut, more smut, swearing, sex pollen so sort of dub-con
Tony throws a party, and you have no shortage of admirers. But where does your heart really lie? And why does Thor have a glittery beard? (Reader is Tony’s sister)
Masterlist - Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures
Plot summary :An Agent assigned to work with the Avengers is exposed to a new Hydra neuro-toxin and needs intimate assistance, but who should help them? This is my take on the sex pollen trope.
Choose your favourite - Thor or Steve : There are two options shown below, the reader gets to choose whether Thor or Steve will be the one to offer NSFW assistance.
Note : The two Times stories are very similar but the two versions of Measures are almost completely different, because let’s face it Thor and Steve will have a different approach to sex!
Desperate Times is the build-up to the story with sexual tension and some dirty talk, whilst Desperate Measures has all the really filthy smut. They can be read as stand-alone fics but are better read together.
Warnings - NSFW, 18+ only, smut, more smut, swearing, sex pollen so sort of dub-con
A/N: I AM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY. I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF FINALS!
WARNING: SMUT, MATURE LANGUAGE, 18+
“A new recruit is starting today… Remember to play nice Steve” Tony told Steve in a teasing matter, as Steve ducked out of the boxing ring.
Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Tony’s teasing behavior, as sweat began rolling down his forehead.
“What’s his name again?” Steve said, taking a swig out of his water bottle, the cold liquid helping cool him down. He worked out a lot, mostly on the days when you were most busy with your administrative duties as well as your training.
“It’s James… Top of his class, the only one who showed some true Avenger material.” Tony said, the snarky tone clinging onto his words. He was never one for training or dealing with the new recruits. The last recruit accidentally burned down Tony’s lab because he was messing with some experiments instead of just listening.
Steve just smiled at Tony before heading out of the gym for a quick shower, he was always one for meeting the new kids and making sure they felt at home. But he didn’t like the ego that came along with the new recruits, as they think they already know everything.
He was drawn from his overwhelming thoughts by the sound of your laugh, he caught your gaze as you were walking towards him with Bucky close to your side.
The three of you were inseparable, you always had been since the moment they came into your world.
“Hey baby” you giggled, watching as his face lit up at the sound of your voice.
He couldn’t help but smile and tried to wrap his arms tightly around you, but you pushed him away causing an echoing laugh from Buck.
“No- you stink” you said to him, as you dodged his grasp once again. Your laugh echoing through the halls as you used Bucky as a shield between you and your boyfriend.
“I thought you loved me” Steve said, a frown crossing his features. Which only caused a small smile to cross your features as he pouted.
“I do love you… but I don’t wanna stink” you said, placing your hand on his cheek. Making a small smile appear on his face before he wrapped his arms around you.
Your protesting was bouncing off the walls as Steve continued to laugh as your loud protests. It was clear your small frame was no match for the super solider serum.
He gently placed you down, you swiftly punched him in the chest.
“I. don’t. like. to. be. picked. up. And now I stink…” you protested, the playful stomp of your foot making Steve and Bucky laugh.
He placed a swift kiss to your forehead, before beginning to walk away from you.
“Hey Solider” you said, loud enough that he would be able to hear.
He turned towards you, taking in your appearance. Your long hair flowing down your soldiers, your pants clinging to every curve, but your loose shirt leaving some to the imagination. But to him, you looked flawless.
“Take a shower” you said, scrunching your nose up as if to show that he smells.
“Yes Ma’am” he said, sending a swift wink in your direction before taking off down the hallway in a swift jog.
You stood patiently in the hanger, listening to Sam and Buck fight about dinner, but also hearing Wanda and Nat gossip about the new recruit and how cute he apparently is.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of someone standing behind you, you knew it was Steve.
“Hi baby” you whispered, carefully leaning back into his chest and feeling his gently chuckle.
“You smell stinky, you know?” he said, causing a gasp to erupt from your throat as you turned to face him.
“Steven Rogers” you threatened, trying to sniff yourself. But all you could catch was the scent of your lavender vanilla shampoo. There were no remnants of Steve’s body odor from his early morning workout.
All Steve could do was laugh at your behavior, but you were glaring knives into his soul.
Your comeback was cut off when Fury’s booming voice overtook the training room, drawing everyone’s attention from their gossip.
“Well, it’s nice to have everyone’s attention… I’ll make this quick” Fury started as him and Hill entered the room with a young recruit hot on their heels.
You leaned into Steve, as you all lined up to welcome the new recruit.
The new recruit was definitely cute, but not your type. He was on the shorter side of things, with dark almost black hair, with a leaner body.
You tended to go for the scruffier kind, and you definitely had a thing for blondes. But your type was definitely Steve and no one else.
You leaned over to Nat’s ear, “He’s definitely your type girl.” Which only caused the both of you to fall into a fit of laughter.
“So, this is the team” Fury’s voice boomed again, sending an unapproving look to Nat and you.
“Mr. Stark and Captain Rogers here are going to get you started and introduce you to everyone before your first training here at the compound.” Fury said, sticking his hand out to shake the new recruits.
“Thank you, Mr. Fury, Ms. Hill” The new recruit said, before turning to Steve and Tony. You could almost see him quiver in excitement over this new position.
“Hi, I’m James… It’s a pleasure” He said before sticking his hand out to Tony, and then to Steve.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the welcoming, “it’s a pleasure” – the recruits literally never say anything different.
“They always say that” Bucky said, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you roll your eyes once again.
You stifled a laugh as the new recruit approached Buck, the clear nervousness was being to cross his features even more.
“This is Sargent Barnes” Steve said as he gestured to Buck, the smirk on his face was clearer as James shook his hand with what seemed like a decent grip.
You weren’t completely paying attention because you were watching Steve as he kept clenching his jaw every time James opened his mouth to speak.
Seeing as you were too busy watching Steve, you missed that James had moved to right in front of you.
Nat carefully nudged you, drawing you from your trance which only caused a blush to erupt onto your features.
“Oh hi… I’m sorry. I’m Agent L/N” you said carefully extending your hand.
He took in a deep breath before taking your hand, shaking it gently. He continued to shake you hand for a few seconds too long.
Pulling your hand away, you wiped your palm on your pants, “Pleasure to meet you.”
“The pleasure is all mine” James said, sending you a quick wink before being shoved by Steve to move on.
Focusing on Steve once again, you could see that his jaw was clenched worse than before. His eyes were a darkened color instead of his normal baby blues. You could see the shift in his appearance in a heartbeat.
But Steve could see the shift in you too, the way the blush crossed your cheeks when James stood in front of you. The way your leggings gripped your thighs, accentuating all of your best features, the way that he knew that James was watching how your body moved. James was looking at you in the way that Steve looked at you the first time and still continues too. The idea of James dreaming about you, was something that he couldn’t stand. Steve couldn’t stand that James was being introduced to an entire team and all this recruit kept doing was looking back at you as you smiled and laughed. So, he kept quiet, just trying to push his thoughts out of his mind.
But he knew deep down that you had an overwhelming effect on people and that was a huge part of who you are. It was the one thing that he loved the most about you, how real you were with everyone.
You were so caught up in talking to Nat and Wanda, you had no idea of the attraction that James was beginning to feel towards you. You never looked at anyone the way you looked at Steve, and that was never going to change but it was more than clear that James didn’t catch the obvious relationship in the room.
“Okay let’s start with some training exercises, we wanna see what you are capable of here.” Tony said as he looked around the room for a participant, but no one was listening.
“Are you ready to start?” Steve said, watching James’ gaze fall onto you once again. Your head was thrown back laughing as you talked with Wanda.
Steve stepped in his eye line with his gaze hard and cold, “I asked you a question, recruit.”
James took a deep gulp, “I’m sorry Captain, yes I’m ready.”
“So, here’s the plan, we are going to do some basic sparring exercises just to see where your training will take you. The whole point is to see what your skill base is and where we can expand your combat training for future missions” Tony said, drawing James’ gaze from your figure.
“Okay, sounds good sir” James said, taking a deep gulp.
“L/N” Tony barked catching your attention from Nat’s excessive gossiping about Buck and the girl from the third floor.
Your eyes went wide as you turned your frame, “Yes Mr. Stark.”
“You are gonna be up first for the training since you have some other things to do before our welcoming dinner tonight” He said, you quickly nodded your head before stepping into the ring with James. He sent you a quick wink, but of course you thought nothing of it.
“Ready?” you teased as James took a deep gulp before nodding towards you.
A smile erupted on your face before running towards him attempting to strike him with your fist. He quickly blocked before attempting to throw his own punch.
You smiled as you quickly dodged his punch, you both continuously threw punching and kicks to throw each other off your game. It was clear that his training was well rounded, but you were trained by Nat and Steve, so you had just as much training as well as in depth skills.
Catching Steve’s eye off the mat, you winked before sweeping your leg under James’ feet sending him down to the mat. The sound of him hitting the mat echoed through the training area.
That’s my girl, Steve thought as he glared hard at James.
He smiled up at you as he laid there, you reached your hand out to help him up.
He placed a swift kiss to your cheek as you backed away from him. You were flattered but you knew Steve was going to mad at the interaction. He loved you so deeply, and the idea of losing you was the hardest idea to face and that was vice versa for you.
Turning off the mat, you caught Steve’s gaze and his jaw was clenched causing the vein in his neck to bulge. You could see the anger and frustration crossing over his features.
You smiled at him as you returned to your spot between Nat and Bucky.
“Oh, someone is jealous” Nat said, nudging your shoulder.
“No, he’s not, he’s fine” You insisted, trying to figure out the true reason that Steve looked so angry.
“Yeah okay… James is flirting with you. Of course, he’s angry” she said, watching your lips form a frown as you tried to think about the last hour.
“No, he’s not, it is more than clear than I’m with Steve” you said, insisting that what Nat is seeing is clearly just a misunderstanding.
“Yeah okay… you say so” she said, a soft laugh coming off her words.
You began to think about the last hour, the wink, the overly kind words, the way he wanted to impress you… No, he had to have just been being nice since it’s his first day.
“Cap, you are up next” Tony barked, the clear annoyance crossing his features. New recruits were something that he always hated especially since we are so close together.
You watched as Steve stepped onto the mat, the clear jealously falling onto his features as he watched James.
His eyes caught yours, you sent him a quick wink before he turned back to James.
You watched carefully as James took a step towards Steve, sending a solid punch towards his upper body. Steve smiled as he carefully dodged the punch before sending his own punch at James. His fist connecting with his jaw, the sound of James’ body hitting the mat echoed through the room.
Steve went and stepped over James, as he clenched his jaw.
“Steve, off the mat” Tony said, approaching the recruit.
He couldn’t help but send a smile towards you as he made his way off the mat. The clear amusement was dancing off his features.
“Oh, you know that felt good” Bucky said next to you, laughing at James still laying on the mat.
“Don’t encourage it” you hissed, knowing good and well this recruit was in need of some improvement hands down.
The rest of the day seemed to rush by with the busyness of training as well as your double duties as administrator for Stark.
The welcoming dinner Stark planned was closer than you had wished, James sadly beat Steve to the dinner table making sure that he took the spot right next to you. You gave Steve a weak smile, knowing this was going to be a conversation for the both of you tonight.
The dinner table was filled with chattering between the team as James kept trying to catch your attention.
You rolled your eyes before turning to him, “so how was the first day?”
“It was amazing” he started, “thank to you.”
You shifted in your seat uncomfortably knowing that Steve was glaring from across the table. Your suspicions were confirmed with you felt his thick leg sliding in between your leg as a sense of comfort. Steve’s heart fluttered as you smiled at him, you saw him for him not the man he has become due to the serum.
“So how long have you been with SHIELD” James said, trying to draw your attention from Steve.
‘Why don’t you ask Steve, I feel very old answering that question” You said, shooting a look at Steve for backup as you were getting uncomfortable.
The conversations continued on into the night, filled with laughter and never-ending jokes. Steve wasn’t the only one watching you, James had a hard time taking his eyes off you and it was clear.
You were telling the story about the time you and Natasha went on a mission, and she accidentally sprayed herself in the face with one of those fancy Japanese toilets. Instead of helping on that mission, you laughed the entire time and could barely focus on what Stark had wanted done.
Steve couldn’t help but smile at your overwhelming laughter as you and Nat continued to tell funny stories about the team.
The laughter ceased though when James very kindly dumped his full glass of wine in your laugh, covering your white satin dress.
“Oh my god” you stood up quickly, trying to escape the dark liquid.
“I am so so sorry, shit” James said, just staring at the mess he had made, while Nat was running back to the table with tons of napkins.
You quickly tried to clean the mess that had been created, but with that happening your cleavage was on full display not only to your lover but to James who could not or would not stop staring at you.
Steve couldn’t help but bit his lip yet tighten his fists as he watched this pathetic excuse of a recruit who insisted on checking out his love.
“Well, I am just going to shower” You laughed gently as you stepped away from the table. The dark stain not only on your dress but surrounding your chair on Tony’s white carpet. “This just isn’t going to come out.”
James stood up as you backed away from the table, “Do you need help?”
Your eyes went wide, as gasps filled the dining room, “Excuse me?” you said, shocked.
“WITH SHOWERING?!?” Steve yelled, his chair quickly clattering to the floor. The anger clearly crossing his features.
“Cap, take a walk” Tony said, his tone stern but the amusement was clear on his face.
Steve quickly walked out of the dining room, hastily walking to your shared living quarters in the compound.
The door slid open, and he could see your white dress thrown to the side with the stain more than clear against the light fabric.
He couldn’t help but sigh at the mess.
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, laying in on the bed before he heard your soft voice coming from the shower. You were singing along to your phone,
You’ll know him when you see him
By the way he looks at me
You’d say he hung the moon
I’d say he hung the galaxy
Nobody does it better
Oh, the way he pulls me in
I’ve known a couple bad ones
But they all led me to him
He’s one of the good ones
He smiled as your voice led him to the shower, he could see your dancing as the suds covered your body.
The shower curtain flung open, causing you to jump at the sight of him, “Jesus Steve, you trying to scare me to death?”
He just chuckled as he stepped closer to you, bringing your back into his chest.
“Can I help you?” you chuckled as you turned around to face him, causing a smile to appear onto your face when you made eye contact with him.
He didn’t answer you instead grabbing the back of you neck, bringing your lips to his causing a soft moan to fall from your lips.
“You are mine” he gritted through his teeth as he pushed you into the wall, you body shuttering from the cold tile.
His free hand ran over your thighs, coming closer to your soaking, pulsating heat. Carefully pushing your thighs apart finding your sensitive nub.
You shuttered as he carefully pushed on your nub, the pleasure starting to overcome your senses. You loved that he wanted to be all over you, that he wanted to be in control.
His lips came into contact with your neck, quickly finding your sweet spot causing you to melt into him. His fingers moved from your sensitive nub, pulling you closer to him causing soft moans to fall from your lips.
He smiled down at you before moving his fingers into your pussy, quickening the speed causing your eyes to roll back into your head. The pleasure becoming overwhelming as you squirmed in his grasp. You felt your orgasm coming over your senses, with Steve’s name falling off your lips you let yourself go.
“Fuck doll” he said, pressing a kiss to your earlobe before picking you up in his arms, the cold against your back once again causing you to shutter.
You felt his tip at your entrance, teasing you gently. You moaned at the contact before he entered you in one quick move, your moans echoing off the walls. Steve pulled you close as you wrapped your legs tight around his waist.
Steve’s lips fell onto your mouth, as he slammed into you repeatedly. The mixture of the cold tile, and Steve inside of you sent your body into overdrive. He quickly picked up his pace, causing your eyes to roll back into your head.
Your climax was fast approaching, and Steve could feel you beginning to tighten around him.
“Are you mine? Tell me baby” He groaned out as he continued to slam into you.
“Y-Y-Yo-Yours” you moaned loudly, as your climax overcame you. Steve could feel you pulsating around him which only caused him to lose it. He moaned as he filled you up with his hot seed, causing you to moan at the contact.
He gently placed you down, your legs wobbling at the contact as you leaned back into Steve’s chest causing him to chuckle at your actions.
“Let me get you cleaned up, and we can go back down” he said, picking up the washcloth and gently washing your bruised back.
The two of you walked into the living room, you were clad in Steve’s clothing and he was holding you close. It was more than clear that you were Steve’s, even though most of the team knew that already.
Steve led you over to an empty seat, pulling you gently into his lap which made a laugh slip past your lips. You leaned your head back into the crook of his neck, taking in his sweet scent that made your world spin.
You could feel Steve playing with your damp hair that fell down your back, which sent a smile onto your cheeks.
“Can we talk?” A weary voice said, causing the both of you to look up, seeing James and his terrified expression.
You carefully nodded, pulling Steve behind you into the hallway. You could see James trying to find his words even though he was focused on your body, but Steve found the right words first.
“I’m hoping you are going to apologize to her, and hope to god she is more forgiving than I’m going to be” Steve sneered at the new recruit, who had barely taken five seconds to not look at your ass.
The new recruit was trembling, you could see his face change as he shrunk into the shadow of one, Captain America. He was terrified of what this man was going to do to him.
“Yes Mr. Rogers” he trembled, releasing a deep breath.
Steve rolled his eyes, bending down to meet the new recruit’s terrified eyes.
“That’s Captain to you, recruit.”
Your soft laugh echoed through the hallway as you watched the young boy cower away from your Captain. You knew you were solid in your relationship, so the flirting was nothing new, but it was great to see him jealous.
“Steve, you don’t have to be so tough on him… he’s new” you said, the humor in your voice was more than evident.
He stalked towards you, forgetting about the frightening recruit.
“No one messes with my girl” he said, as he wrapped his arms around your smaller frame.
“My girl…. I like the sound of that” you teased, a smile playing on your features. You held him close as you headed back into the living room to enjoy the rest of your night with your man.
“I suggest you apologize to her, and hope to god she is more forgiving than I’m going to be” Steve sneered at the new recruit, who had barely taken five seconds to not look at your ass.
The new recruit was trembling, you could see his face change as he shrunk into the shadow of one, Captain America.
“Yes Mr. Rogers” he trembled, releasing a deep breath.
Steve rolled his eyes, bending down to meet the new recruit’s eyes.
“That’s Captain to you, recruit.”
Your soft laugh echoed through the hanger as you watched the young boy cower away from your Captain.
“Steve, you don’t have to be so tough on him… he’s new” you said, the humor in your voice was more than evident.
He stalked towards you, forgetting about the frightening recruit.
“No one messes with my girl” he said, as he wrapped his arms around your smaller frame.
“My girl…. I like the sound of that” you teased, a smile playing on your features.
FOR@ghostofreggie WHO HAS DONE NOTHING BUT SUPPORT AND FEED INTO MY PHASE OF BUCK. YOU ARE AMAZING AND I COULDN’T IMAGINE WRITING THIS WITHOUT YOU.
Missions far from home were never easy for any of you. But for Bucky they became harder and harder the more he felt for you. You had walked into his world at the right place, and at the time he needed someone the most. When he met you, all he saw was beautiful and all you saw in yourself was the nerd of an assistant for Tony Stark. He knew he could never hurt you, and in doing so he never told you what he was feeling.
The moment you laid eyes on Bucky; your world shifted. He was the only one who caught your undivided attention, whether you were focused on something in the lab or not. He could walk in the room and your whole world would be black except this light that surrounded him. That being said, you guys were far from being anything official. It was just a few one-night stands, and in-depth conversations here and there.
A new mission had come to a head, which included Sam, Sharon, and Bucky attempting to override some of Hydra’s files to unearth any new leads into where or what Hydra wanted. You on the other hand were stuck in the office, attempting to help Tony upgrade his Ironman suit with some new perks, I guess being his assistant is a perk in itself though. But your mind was everywhere but focused on Tony and what he needed. Buck was leaving on this mission tonight, and you had every intention of telling him how you felt before then but didn’t know how.
The doors opened to the lab, the eerie silence was filled with a familiar voice, “Hey we are getting ready to take off….”
The voice was hesitant, but you knew it belonged to Bucky. He was the only one who made your heart skip a beat or cause the eruption of butterflies in your stomach.
You took a deep breath before turning to him, a fake smile plastered on your cheeks, “Oh okay- be careful?”
He shot you his signature smirk before making his way over to your desk, you couldn’t help yourself from chewing on the inside of your cheek- one of your worse nervous ticks.
“I’ll be careful…. I’m always careful.” he said as he stood in front of you, hands stuffed deep into his pockets. You couldn’t help but give him a real smile as you stepped towards him, engulfing him in your arms. His beard tickled your cheeks as you hid you face in the crook of his neck, taking in his cologne that made you feel at home.
His grip loosened before he stepped back, placing a swift, soft kiss to your forehead. The gesture only causing a blush to erupt on your cheeks, and a soft smile to remain more than present.
He smiled down at your short stature before turning away from you, your smile slowly turned to a frown… you hated to see him walking away from you, like you were nothing to him.
But the question was…. Do you tell him how you feel? Or do you just let it go, and hope to god that the feelings stop growing…
“Buck?” You said, your eyes widening at your shaky voice. The concerned look he gave you was making your insides turn at what words were about to escape past your lips.
“Yes?” He questioned, as you didn’t say anything more. The words you wanted to say found themselves stuck in your throat, unable to tell this handsome man what you were truly feeling.
You took a deep breath, opening your mouth to spill your undying love for James Buchanan Barnes, when she came in…
There was Sharon, in all her glory. The most beautiful girl in the room, the one who always got any man she wanted, and the one who had all her sights set on Bucky.
“I’m sorry but we have to go” She said, a hint of annoyance in her voice as she watched you push up your oversized glasses, as your twirled you rings around your finger unconsciously. You were nothing to her, and the look on her face only confirmed that.
Bucky looked back at you, the nervousness was apparent on your face, “Go…” you murmured, not being able to spare him another look. You knew that you would never be enough for him, so why even try to fool yourself?
A smirk appeared on Sharon’s face as she turned hot on her heel, Bucky following behind but not before sparing you another look. He will never forget the look of heartbreak that crossed your features when Sharon came in to get him, to take him away from you.
The minute the door to the lab closed, the eerie silence overtook you once again. You turned towards your desk; a deep breath escaped you as your started throwing your work off your desk. Paper flying through the air, pens hitting the floor in a clatter. The noise was so overwhelming that you missed the sliding door opening again, the anger in the room could be cut with a knife.
“Sooooo are you going to clean up your mess?” Tony said from behind you, terror crossed your features as you turned to face him.
“I-I-I-iiii” You tried to find the words, to apologize, to try and make what you had just done better. But Tony cut you off, sending you a soft smile.
“I’m assuming… that uh you didn’t tell Bucky how you are feeling?” He said, taking a seat at the desk next to yours, trying to read your reaction to what he was saying.
“Me and Buck? No-no- “You started, only causing a bout of laughter to fall from Tony’s lips. Your eyes wide as you watched him fall apart in front of you, his laughter cutting through the anger you were radiating.
“Oh don’t even. We both know how you feel, and I know that he feels the same about you” He said, reaching out to grab your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. His gesture bringing tears to your tired eyes, it was the first time that you felt that someone understood how you were feeling.
“How I’m feeling is alone. This man is doing things to me that I have never felt, and never thought I would get to feel. I was always the nerd in school, with no friends or anyone to love me. And now- now I have this man who I love, a man I have given my everything to, but I can’t even tell him the words. I can’t even tell him how much I want to spend the rest of my life dealing with his bipolar ass.” The words finally flowing out of you, finally confessing to someone how I felt about Bucky.
You wiped your cheeks, the tears continuing to dampen them. Tony just reached out, taking you into his arms. He knew how you were feeling, you knew that you wanted nothing more than to be loved and not worry about the future.
You couldn’t help the sob that escaped you as you clung to your boss, tears continuing to flow.
“How about you go home? I can text you when they get back…. I think you just need some time to think, you know?” Tony said, placing a soft kiss to the back of your head.
“Thanks Tony… and I’m sorry for the mess….” You said, pulling away from him and shooting him a soft smile.
Carefully you grabbed your things, heading out to your room. The sound of your shoes clicking on the floor, echoing in the silent hallway. The silence only following you once you step into your dark room.
A deep sigh escaped you as you laid back on your bed, your head swarming with scenarios about Buck and if you had told him how you were feeling. To explain the deep love, you felt for him.
Sitting back up, you began to strip yourself of your work clothes. The heavy denim of your jeans hit the floor with a thud, and your thin black tee fell right beside it. Ruffling through your drawers you came across a shirt that belonged to Bucky.
It was from a night, not long ago when he came over late at night for some comforting after a mission. A smile appeared across your cheeks as you shrugged the shirt over your tired body, it barely covered your black panties.
A tired smile appeared on your face once again as you made your way to your empty bed. The coldness of your sheets feeling good against your achy, tired body. Sleep quickly overtook your sense, and your dreams were filled with the what ifs of your life if Bucky was yours.
*BANG, BANG, BANG*
You were drawn from your vivid sleep by several hard knocks at your door. Quickly you rushed over, opening the door swiftly.
There was Bucky…
His lip was split open, a bruise was developing on his cheek but overall, he seemed none too harmed. The light from the hallway showing off his bruised and tattered body.
“I-uh-uh I… I just needed to see you.” he finally choked out, you stepped aside leaving room for him to slip by you in the darkness of your room.
“Okay?” You said, tiredness still clouding your senses.
“I-uh this…. This mission was just really hard, and I know you wanted to tell me something before I left and it was all that I could focus on” he said, you knew that he was embarrassed by what he was saying. He never felt like this before and it was clear by his stuttering.
The Winter Solider was standing in your room, at god only knows what time because he couldn’t stop thinking about something you wanted to tell him.
You ran your hand through your hair, eyeing his figure in the darkness. You stepped towards his, brushing his tattered hair out of his face, making his deep eyes more noticeable.
“You really want to know?” You said, the flirtatious tone flowing out of your mouth, you could see him take a deep breath before nodding at you.
“Well, I was going to tell you that-uh I’m uh in love with you” You stuttered, blush crawling up onto your cheeks. You were nervous about what he was going to say, you knew he never felt that way about anyone.
“You don’t have to say anything” You said quickly, seeing his face change as he processed your words.
You loved him.
Opening your mouth again, wanting to speak more about how you were feeling. The idea that you had ruined your chances with him forever, that he was going to walk away, and you would never see him again.
But your thoughts were hushed when he rushed forward swiftly taking your lips in his. You couldn’t help the shocked moan that fell past your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling at his tangled hair.
He growled as you pulled hard at his hair, carefully he slipped his hands under your thighs before picking you up. Pulling your body close to his, your nipples only hardening against your shirt.
You pulled your lips away from his, carefully pressing small kisses to his neck causing a guttural moan to escape from his throat.
You felt your back fall onto your cold sheets, a moan falling from your lips as Bucky found your sweet spot on your neck that was ever so hidden. You could feel a bruise forming under your jaw from his excessive suckling.
Moans continued to fall from your lips as you reached down to pull at his shirt, pulling the torn material over his head, revealing more bruising and blood dried cuts. Your cold fingers ran across his chest as he watched you carefully.
You caught his eyes, smiling up at him. He was concentrating on your face, the way your face lit up when you saw him.
His thumbs brushed up against your hips, slowly lifting his shirt off your body. The cold air rushing to your hard nipples, sending a chill through your body, which only made Buck chuckle under his breath.
Your shirt went over your head, and almost immediately Bucky took your hard nipple in his mouth, sending a chorus of moans to fall from your lips.
“Buck” you moaned, gently taking his hair in your hand, and pulling slightly.
Rubbing your cunt against his crotch, only causing you to leak more wetness than you already were. Your motions caused a guttural moan to escape from Buck.
He pulled back from your nipples, taking in the moaning mess that you had become under him. He wrapped his fingers around your panties, before ripping them clean off your body.
You gasped at his action, before quickly sitting up and beginning to mess with his pants. You fumbled with the button and zipper before stripping off his pants. His cock was straining against the confines of his boxers, with a stain of precum beginning to appear.
Biting your lip, you lowered his boxers down his legs and letting them pool at him feet.
You took his length in your small hands, but he stopped you. His eyes met yours before he started to speak.
“This is all about you doll.” He spoke in a low tone before pushing you back onto the bed.
You felt his cock at your entrance, brushing against your clit which only sent chills of pleasure through your body.
The feeling of your being stretched as he entered you with his length sent a loud moan to escape from you. Causing your eyes to roll back as you grabbed onto him, bringing him closer.
He waited for a moment, giving you a moment to adjust to him.
You nodded at him, giving him the silent signal to move.
The pleasure began to overtake your senses, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. You could hear the wet sounds of your pussy as he pushed his cock deep inside of you, stretching your walls more and more.
Guttural moans feel past Bucky’s lips, which only sent your over the edge. Your orgasm quickly fell over you as he continued to hit your sensitive spot.
“Oh-uh-ooohhh Buck” You moaned, as your back arched from the overwhelming orgasm.
He threw his head back as your cunt pulsated around his cock, he was on the edge and he knew it.
His speed began to quicken as your cunt still was pulsating from your mind-blowing orgasm, your eyes continued to roll back into your head from the pleasure that was overtaking you.
Your cunt was leaking up a storm as he continued to fuck you hard, before he wrapped a hand around your throat. The action only making your eyes go wide, he never did that.
“Buck” You whimpered to him, as his grip tightened on your throat.
“You’re gonna take it all doll.” He moaned, his metal hand coming into contact with your clit. He quickly began rubbing circles, which drove you into a moaning mess as your cunt began to tighten around him again.
“Buck…. Buck…. I’m gonna-” You began before getting cut off by a moan.
“I’m right behind you” he moaned in your ear as you pulsated around him, scratching at his back with the overwhelming amount of pleasure.
He rutted his hips against yours as he spilled his hot seed into you, causing a small moan to pass your lips as your felt the heat in your core.
“In case you didn’t know- I love you too” He murmured against your ear, causing a huge smile to appear across your features.
In that moment, you knew… Bucky Barnes was yours and only yours….. He was your home.
A/N:Masterlist + My inbox busting at the seams and I’m writing this that nobody asked for. BUT IM COMIN I SWEAR IM TRYIN IM TRYIN IM TRYIN
Summary: Steve handles big boy things on a call while handling you. Who says married couples don’t make time for each other?
“Hello?”
His palm held your hip tightly to keep you against him, caressing your swell of you ass, admiring the soft skin of his woman. With his thick thumb, he slid his finger down your slit coating his fingertip in your anticipation.
He didn’t know he could fall in love with different parts of you. But he did. That pretty face, prettier personality, and perfect pussy. This vacation would give him the time to do everything he needed to do, like pumping you so full of him - “Yes, this is Steve Rogers calling, my wife and I have a reservation for May beginning the third.”
Your hand slid down his leg as you waited, resting over his lap, legs spread open for your husband while he made some calls. You know how annoyed he can get so why wouldn’t you offer up a calming pastime. What kind of wife would you be if you hadn’t?
No matter how many times, day or night over the years experiencing that sweet wetness that leaked between your thighs thrilled him. He was a man, who loved a woman who loved that his heart wasn’t the only thing of hers he was trusted with.
“Yes, I’m calling because there was some type of mix-up with bedding. In the villa, we requested a King and a Queen sized bed.” My wife needs to be able to ride me as wildly as she likes, so when she’s hanging her head off the bed beautifully she has space to stretch her legs, so that when I’ve finished and have this pretty little thing - He circles your nub under his thumb the sunlight streaming in from the window in his office hitting you perfectly from the angle offering him just the right view of his favorite toy glistening. I want her to be able to leak like a faucet and be able to lay down and rest bath without needing a sheet change first.
Pressing your lips against his leg in an attempt to keep quiet while he stroked your clit. You held onto the arm of the chair to help keep yourself some sort of still.
“I’m sorry sir could you excuse me?” He pulled the phone away from his ear and mouth and held it far enough that the sound could be mistaken for anything and bent over to spit on your sex. “He brings the phone back to his ear, laughing. “I’m babysitting my nieces and nephews and they’re just running amok.”
He hummed places the phone between his neck and cheek, amusing himself by patting your slick opening with his fingers just watch to watch the sticky recoil. “Always so wet for me.”
“I’m sorry sir what was that?”
“Nothing, talking to the kids.”
In Steve’s silence to you, you filled in the words you know were guaranteed to have come from his mouth had he not been tied up in conversation.
You take me so well. “You fuck me so good.” While he watches his beefy fingers slide in and out effortlessly.
Think you can take some more sweetie? “Please.”
“Everything’s all cleared up?… Thank goodness. Appreciate all of your help… You too have a good one.” He clears his throat as he hangs up the phone. “Should I call the phone company next?”
Steve went into the ice 70 years ago and left you, his wife, behind. Or so he thought. You were the woman behind the greatest soldier the world had ever known. You were Mrs. America. So what happens when you didn’t get left behind? Or rather what happens when you make a choice to try and save yourself from the heartbreak of losing your husband? You end up in the same time together, launched into the future. So how did you get here and what happens now?
Not read by anyone-mistakes my own. Non Canon compliant:
Tags: vi0lence, implied SH, implied A, and more,
but let’s try posting again so we don’t get lost in the void
Chapter 1: When you find my body……..
You were a woman frozen in time.
Literally.
Stuck in July of 1950, the Fourth of July, 1950 to be exact. Or rather, your body was frozen in time and you were asleep, in a glass coffin of sorts. Not really asleep but frozen in time, to wake up on July fourth of 2016, 66 years to be exact.
Why that year?
That wasn’t really the important part so long as to see how the future, how better the world would be. You were America’s Sleeping Beauty, the woman frozen in time, THE Mrs. America.
It had been a little over 5 years since your husband’s disappearance in the war. While he was the face of hope for the war front, you were the face of those left behind. He was to rally the troops, you were to rally the homemakers, the factory workers, and those who weren’t fit to fight. He sold war bonds, and you educated everyone on the importance of rationing, victory gardens, and turning over precious materials for the greater good. He was America’s hero, and you were its sweetheart.
After he disappeared, you were revered as America’s War Widow, a face that garnered sympathy from everyone. You were put on a pedestal as you were to push on through the grief to help America heal. And you did, for 5 years you helped push America into the post-war boom. To garner in the next decade of prosperity to the American people. And then an opportunity laid out before you, a choice that was yours to make, one that wasn’t hand-picked for you like the last 7 years, since 1943.
You made the choice to be America’s Sleeping Beauty, to wake up 66 years in the future, to bring a bit of 1950s America into the now modern day. A former Nazi scientist turned American Government asset had proposed this idea to S.H.I.E.L.D., to Colonel Philips and Peggy Carter and the other’s in charge of S.H.I.E.L.D., your bosses. They kept you as an asset to keep America safe, a front to hide behind. A public face to prop up, and the American people at it up.
You pitched the idea back to them after the prospect of putting someone to sleep this way was presented to all of you. The idea that you could be America’s Leading Lady, a gift to future America, one that knew of peace. Another way that people could rally behind you, behind S.H.I.E.L.D. and a better world. And you pitched it at the perfect time, they were just about ready to determine how to terminate your position, how to phase you out so that America could essentially move on from the war completely. They knew the American people wouldn’t want to give you up just like that, but this was an opportunity for all parties.
So you did his initial testing, the baseline health tests, ones that you would be compared to once you woke up. This wasn’t something that had ever been done before successfully on humans. Encased in a specialized glass coffin designed by the scientist, and engineered and built by Howard Stark. And you were to be presented at the Stark Expo just a day later. The hope was that if it wasn’t successful, you weren’t going to be too rotted yet if it did kill you. You knew the potential risks, and if you were to die by this procedure, it would be better than chucking yourself off a cliff, which is how you felt underneath your perfect mask since your husband’s disappearance. But America’s Sweetheart committing suicide was not an option, a tragic science experiment was.
Your hope was that when you woke up they would know where Steve was, even if they had already buried his body, you would have closure. You would also be farther removed in time that you may have a chance to move on. There was also a fail-safe if Steve were to somehow magically appear. You could be woken up early with the right set of sequences, to join him in life again.
The base of your resting place held the information needed to wake you up, the tests that needed to be performed, and your luggage packed with your things as if you weren’t taking a 66 year trip into the future, and more or less as if you were to be taking a trip to California from New York. But Stark had the idea to keep that all airtight, perfectly preserved like the day it was put in there. The coffin would start its wake-up sequence at 11:45 AM on July 4, 2016, and you were to be awake at noon. No matter what.
You had dreamed that if this were to be successful, that you were to be put on display at the Smithsonian for all to look upon until you were to wake, that there would be some grand ceremony, after all you were America’s Sleeping Beauty.
But here you were, encased in dust in a bunker on an Army base all but forgotten about. Your display, explaining your life and your dreams surrounded you. The coffin had no need for external power, which was a good thing because the breakers were turned off down here. It was like you were moved here temporarily and were completely forgotten about. As if you had never existed. Today was June 23th, 2016, and today was the first day anyone has seen you in over 30 years.
Just 36 years after you were put to sleep you were forgotten about in the American Eye. You had captured the heart of the nation, you were the face that Americans held on to with such reverie, but you were a blip on the timeline in retrospect. Well, many products still had your face on them, posters and classic Americana did too. When children ask who you were, their parents would remember you fondly, but never had the answer to the question as to what happened to you. As they remembered to know who you are, just a moment later you were forgotten about. No one searched for you. That was, until today, or rather, the search for you had started officially just a few months prior.
But today was the day that this bunker that was your home was to be finally searched. By three men, two whom you knew from childhood. They seemed to be frustrated, running out of options, running out of places to look as they opened the doors in this bunker, room after room sat as if someone just locked the doors one day and never came back, which was actually what had happened. You were the last door, the last bit of hope, but what they stumbled upon wasn’t what they thought.
Steve was the one who entered the room first after the three men made the decision that he should be the one to open the door, the last door of hope in finding you. They knew the weight of what could be held behind the door. But until it was open, they didn’t know if you were there.
Your room wasn’t like the other offices that they had been finding. Of course, you were in a glass coffin and the room around you held the panels of your life, telling your story, or at least a glorified version of it. It seemed to belong to a museum, not some dusty bunker on an army base forgotten about to be left to crumble.
But as Steve entered the room he was frozen. The dim still working filament lightbulbs cased a pitiful glow about the room, the coffin was encased in dust, even with his super-soldier eyesight, he could see what looked to be a body, but no detail more under the thick layer of grime. Bucky and Sam entered behind him but in an instant, Steve took two large steps forward before he could caution himself against it he wiped away at the head of the case.
You were just like the day he last saw you, save for the peaceful look of sleep. He could have sworn at the lack of light in the room for not giving him a better view of your face. He was entranced to see his wife, his best girl, seemingly asleep before him, not aged a day.
His angel.
Even if you weren’t alive, if there was no chance of saving you, he was grateful that you were preserved in this way. He would have sold his soul just to see you once more.
long time, no talk! I’m not back or anything (at least not right now), but I just wanted to stop in and say happy two year anniversary to the series I’m the proudest of, Out of Time! on this day (Oct 7, 2018) two years ago, I started sharing this series with all of you!
it’s crazy to log back on here and see all the notifications for this series (and my other works too!) and I exchange you guys to know that I’ll always be grateful for you.
I hope you’re all taking care of yourselves. I love you oodles of noodles, and I miss u all!
tags:dark prisonguard!steve rogers, eventual hint of bucky x reader too, strong NONCON elements, oral sex (fingering), abuse of power/authority, eventual implications of manipulation
a/n: i did not intend for this mini-series to be a stucky x reader (i dont write for bucky), but i had to for the plot. omg ok so i dedicate this to @imdarkinme – my savior, my inspiration, my everything, my reason for writing dark fics. I LOVE YOU BABE. THIS ONE IS 4 U. NEVER GONNA STOP LOVING U (nd ur fics) <3
When your closest friend had called you one night stating that you were one of the most wanted persons in the city, you honestly thought of it as a prank. You could remember those moments so vividly. And honestly, you could just wish for a rewind in time as you never would have seen what was to come later on.
"I swear, your name is all over the newspapers–”
The worry in her voice was so strong. Natasha had awoken you and did not hesitate on blaring at you about the news she had just discovered, specifically about you.
“You’re actually fooling me by saying you still read those?” Your voice was still groggy as you tried to sit up straight to prevent yourself from falling asleep during mid-conversation.
“This isn’t a joke! I’m not trying to make you laugh I swear to god,” she asserts while consistently keeping the mood and tone of the conversation.
You cocked your head to the side, positioning your phone between your ear and shoulder. Your fingers were gently wiping circles around your eyes as your vision was still adjusting. For a moment you contemplated on switching on your lamp alongside, but eventually you did after realizing that your friend seemed to have no plans on ending the stunt she was pulling on you.
“Look I’m trying to be serious here–”
“I’m trying to get some sleep here, Nat.” Your tone came off a bit rude, cranky even, but both of you knew it was not intentional.
Hence, Natasha just disregards your tone off and continues, “I’m seeing your full name and even your picture in the paper, clear as day. There is not a doubt, that you’re the person they’re looking for.”
“Why would I be committing any crimes when I’ve been working in the coffee shop almost every weekdays to pay my rent for the least.” You scoffed, clearly not seeing any logical reason behind everything she had been telling you, “Hell, I’m struggling to put anything in my fridge but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to rob a bank or murder someone, okay?”
“God, I don’t know either, Y/N. I do believe you, I really do,” she calls out, “but what I do know is that the bureau is searching for your ass right now and we have to do something because they don’t seem to be easier to convince than me!”
There was a long pause afterwards. You were just so sleepy and out of a decent state of mind. You did not know how to react to it, probably not even comprehending any of what you just heard as there was not even a hint of horror or worry in your voice.
Merely, you just stared in front of you, glaring at the plain beige-colored wallpapers, with lips slightly agape and eyelids exceedingly droopy. If Natasha could only see your eyes looking completely exhausted right now, you were so sure that she would cut the act and leave you to finally get some sleep again.
Eventually, your friend spoke up again to break the wearisome conversation. “Sweetie, I’m so worried for you.”
“Are you crying? You’re very cute, you know that?” you say followed by a yawn. “Wish you did this prank tomorrow morning, I feel like you would’ve definitely gotten a better reaction from me. I’m sorry you didn’t get the reaction you were looking for tonight.”
“I’m not kidding, please, would you just listen to me.” Again, another loud sigh could be heard from her at the other end of the call, “God, if you search it up online I swear you’re going to find your name somewhere there. Don’t be so stubborn, I’m just looking out for you!”
“I’m too tired,” you honestly answered her. It must have been the lack of sleep, but the filter in your tone just was not enough to express enough sympathy to her. “Please I just need to get some sleep, Nat.”
“I’ll still be seeing you tomorrow, right?” Her voice broke a little, seeming as if she was on the edge of breaking down or crying. During that moment, you could applaud for how good of an acting she had been doing for you. Considerably, that might have been one of her best performances yet – or so you thought.
Nevertheless, you wanted to joke about her entire stunt, but you really were too tired to make something out of it.
The corner of your lips slightly curved into a soft smile. “I promise you’ll see me tomorrow. While you’re at it, you can tell me that you told me so if the Federal starts knocking at my door.”
You made that joke granting that you were not holding anything ahead of you. It was an innocent line that you thought could have gone better and lighten up the mood.
“Y/N, please, I–”
“Good night, Nat.” You could only stay awake for so long at this point. Your eyelids were sealed shut and you were seconds away from falling back against your soft mattress.
God that was stressful, though it could have gone worse and longer. How in the world did Natasha even think of that kind of prank on you or any of her other friends, you thought.
Dropping your phone beside and hearing a thump afterwards, you reach for the switch of your lamp. With one flip you were finally surrounded by the calming darkness again and left you to your peaceful slumber.
That was pretty much what you could recall before your entire world was turned upside down. Those were your moments before everything in your life had lead to a complete disaster. You honestly wished you could have done better, maybe even listened to Natasha.
You pondered what things could have turned out to be if you were not so sleepy and ignorant that night. Oh, could you honestly just pray that this was just a nightmare you still have not awoken from – dreading that you were still in that deep sleep you have been longing after that phone conversation with your best friend.
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And now, you were standing inside the courtroom with your useless lawyer beside you.
There were dozens of people behind where you sat. You could feel their strong and deadly gazes directing and stabbing you right into your back, but you could care less. The only thing that had you on the edge of your seat was the judge and the jury located in front of you as they were the ones who got to decide whether you plead guilty or not.
For days, you have discussed this and tried to reason out how completely innocent you were. You tried to gather witnesses as much as you could. But as a woman who was seen as nobody, it was pretty fucking hard and you were regretting to ever reject any interaction other people had offered with you for these past weeks.
You were framed. However, only you, and hopefully Natasha, knew that completely.
Even your relatives and former friends showed signs of doubt and it had honestly crushed your poor soul into more pieces. It fucking broke your heart. How could these people even think twice upon hearing that you have been subjected to robbery and assault?
Without any connections or enough funds, you were sure to go downhill from here. You were not given a proper lawyer with this case, feeling rigged as ever with the justice system of your country.
And sadly, from the looks of it, you seemed to be at boiling water. Every statement against you had been totally unreasonable and it was frustrating enough that you could not defend you and your dignity properly. You deserved so much more than what you were getting right now.
All you could do was close your eyes and suck in everything they have been throwing at you – the judge, juries, and for sure the media. Bastards.
Eventually, the moment everyone else had been waiting for had to arrive. You knew what was about to come from the judge’s mouth. Though, there was this tiny bit inside of you that pleaded for any turn of events, even so a miracle, to happen for the least.
There was a tear rolling down from your cheek as you looked down and stared at the wooden table. You kept both your hands intertwined and underneath it while trying to hide yourself from everything and everyone surrounding you.
You hear the judge strike the wooden gavel against the surface of the table three times, calling the attention of everyone as he was about to give out the order. Your heart beat raced rapidly as your fate was seconds away from being determined.
“The sentence for the citizen, Y/N Y/L/N, for the acts which are reproached to her is one year of imprisonment.” The declaration was widely straightforward, nothing more or less.
You could hear the gasps and other reactions of the audience. There was an amount of noise from the crowd, most of them calling out for your name as they seem to be wanting to throw questions at you, but you did not want to face any of them, especially the media.
Your hands were getting shaky and you were trying your best not to break down into tears. You released your interlaced fingers and made them into a fist, trying to bury your nails into the skin of your palms hoping that the pain would distract your from the sorrow you have yet to face.
There was nothing you could do as the final decision has been done.
Moreover, just as you thought you were slowly accepting the discriminatory ruling of the courtroom, your fear accelerated further while watching two guards emerge from the corner of the room. They were built like bodyguards, if not even more intimidating, as their expressions remained stoic.
They could have walked over to you within seconds, but during that moment you could honestly feel your entire world slow down. You just wanted to stop time, or rewind it even better, for the fear of what was awaiting for you.
Prison was not a place you had been expecting to be in a year ago. Hell, you never expected it even when your best friend told you two nights before. The Maldives or Bahamas would have been somewhere you were planning to go to rather. That was definitely in your bucket list.
Nonetheless, terror went through your system as those two guards had stood on either sides of you. They did not waste a second on grasping either of your arms also, them making sure you were secured and unable to make any movements as they proceeded to put your hands behind your back. The metal handcuffs were expected afterwards, feeling it tighten around your wrists prior to hearing it lock.
You barely could move your wrists apart for even the slightest millimeter.
Their hands slid between your body and your arms, tugging you to stand up and signaling you to follow them. Obviously, you did not want to cause any more of a scene unless you wanted to look more suspicious than you already were deemed to be.
“Follow us,” one of them instructed as they escorted you slowly out of your seat.
As you stood up and steadily made your way to the corner where they had emerged from earlier, you took one last look behind your back. You just wanted to see everyone making a fuss about your case, never mind whether it be positive or negative.
“I really didn’t do it,” you plead.
“I believe in your innocence, Y/N!” A familiar voice cried out.
It might have been a regretful action, but as you looked back, you immediately spotted Natasha just a few seats away from the front. Her newly dyed blonde hair stood out from you as she also wore a formal attire to your hearing. She had misery written all over her face and you could honestly feel her being remorseful.
That was pretty much the last thing you saw in the place that held you guilty and up for prison for crimes you were far from executing. You were not sure whether to be grateful or not with that memory.
Both doors closed behind you and before you knew it, you heading out of the building with dozens of people with microphones and cameras directly pointed at you.
None of them get to have any second of your time though. You could see as they tried to make their way to the edge of the aisle where the staff had given way for you to walk on. You were greeted with so many reporters that you felt so claustrophobic for that moment, even so close to fainting from the unfamiliar set up.
It was tragic to hear them calling you a criminal. Nothing else could replay in your mind than your name and that word being put next to each other. You could not imagine that happening even in your next lifetime.
“Get inside,” the man instructs as you have seemed to zone out despite all the attention you have been receiving. Your own thoughts have become more deadly that you were close to making it as a pathetic form of an escape. “Christ, we said get inside the car, lady.”
Finally you did, bending over modestly to be able to make your way inside the backseat of the police car. As you got inside, you spot the wired barrier between where you sat and the front area of the driver and passenger seats. It reeked of cigarettes inside and all you could think about was wanting to throw up.
You were still cuffed from behind and as you got to take a seat inside, one of the guards roughly slammed the car door. You bounced in your seat due to sudden shock and harshness over you, but you might as well need to get used to this kind of treatment.
You glanced at the window, seeing people still trying to make their way to get a good view of you. You could hear and see the flashes of cameras going on at you and all you could show now was a face of dejection, not sparing the moment to cry further.
No doubt your entire body and system were still ridden with fear. But with what you had just experienced in court, you were so doubtful anyone could help you or make the superiors change their mind on what they had sentenced you with.
It was repulsive and unfair to see people like that walk freely in their consciousness, in spite of them not being entirely sure if the person they have sent to prison was really at fault.
The sound of the car engine roaring as the cop has started it up interrupted you from your overwhelming thoughts. It was then that you had to accept that you were being transported to jail, a maximum facility to be exact – because somehow they found robbery to be more deadly than the others.
You saw the unfamiliar faces on your window swiftly pass from sight as the car drove away. God, this was terrifying.
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They made you change into those prisoner jumpsuits but instead of it being the typical color orange, it was in a very lighter shade of pink, even so being close to white. The color deemed so pure and innocent yet the place you were going to be held captive seemed the opposite of it.
The penitentiary did not look welcoming at all either. It had not reached even the least bit of your standards, expecting them to look like psychiatric hospitals since it was rumored to hold people who were convicted of serious crimes – not that you actually did so anyway.
Instead, it was grimy and disgusting. You were close to assuming they barely take care of the place at all.
You were helpless either way. There seemed to be no luck for you as another pair of guards were awaiting for you to finish changing your clothes. You were buttoning it up as you could hear their voices, “Hurry up, lady! The captain doesn’t like waiting for too long.” Making you panic even more, fumbling for your casual clothes that had dropped on the filthy tiled floor.
“S-sorry!” You mewled, still frightened about the flow of events.
Like always, they escorted you out, making sure to cuff both your wrists before positioning themselves on either sides of you. You could honestly just tear up again, realizing all too well now that they were treating you like one of the biggest criminals in town, when in fact, you could not even hurt a fly.
They guided you through a corridor, expecting to see cell jails with metal bars acting as a barrier. Alternatively, you were greeted with bulky gray metal doors that had a small sliding widow situated in the middle, which you assumed was for food only.
It was probably for the best, you could not imagine how scary the convicts looked behind those doors, or maybe they were also like you - incapable yet falsely incriminated.
A knee had kicked against the side of your leg, causing you to let out a short screech. “Jeez, could you walk any slower? Stop whining and zoning out.” The man’s voice echoed.
You unsteadily nodded, following the orders and focusing straight at your front. It was then after a few more resentful steps before the three of you took a turn, coming to face a wide door.
As you approached closer, you could discern the amount of dirt that had accumulated on it. It looked rusty and old, probably have not been improved nor modernized at all, which definitely gave off raw middle aged vibes with their prisons and such.
The guard unbolted the large latches at its side. He dragged it open all the while creating a strong high-pitch, horrifying sound which resonated throughout the hallway.
The first thing you had noticed was a man positioned in front of the room. He presented directly in front, looking comfortably seated while awaiting for your presence. There were at least three guards that stood surrounding him, each keeping their distance as they acted as a barricade. You supposed that the man in front was the captain they had been highly speaking of.
You stood at the threshold without even realizing that you were unable to move. The guards did not you so kindly this time, consequently feeling a strong hand over your shoulder and another one behind you. One of them practically shoved you in front, leaving you plummeting against the ground as your legs quivered still under fear.
Alongside, a commanding voice rang through your ears, stating to make your greetings with respect to their higher-up.
While your legs felt paralyzed, your head and mind were still intact. You were looking at the ground feeling shy to even gaze at the man who assuredly sat in front of you. The only thing you could get a glance on was his polished black shoes, looking very expensive and well taken care of.
Moreover, you saw the tip of his shoe extend right towards your face. Within a blink of an eye, you felt the leather under your chin, pressing against it and subtly tilting your head upwards to look up and finally face him.
The first few words you could make up were along the synonyms of beautiful. You had no words nor did you expect yourself to be engrossed by his looks.
Unlike the other guards who wore the typical uniform, he wore a more formal looking one. He had a white suit and black tie underneath. Along with it was his sleek black long-sleeved coat that was personalized with badges, stars, a name tag, a belt, and a rope at the side. All of those designs were silver in color which beautifully contrasted with the rest of his dark uniform.
His blond hair was neatly brushed back with a police hat faintly slanted and placed on top. His uniform was pressed precisely too, making him look perfect for the role he was reported to be. However, despite his attractive bodily aura, he kept a deadpanned expression which does not help upon calming your nerves.
So far you still felt like you were in deep trouble.
“3077,” he asserts. His voice was forceful without any hints of delay. “That’s what you’ll be called here.”
You were still a trembling mess, lips ajar over each other while staring with blank thoughts. You were unaware that you were staring at the man for a while already. He does not flinch or react either, merely dragging his shoe away from under your chin and moving towards the side of your cheek.
The side of his shoe repeatedly taps on your skin which catches your attention and interrupts another of your daydreaming sessions. “Answer, 3077!”
“Y-yes!” You whimpered under him.
“Good.” He vaguely nods,
“I’m Steve Grant Rogers, the chief security guard here,” He introduces himself while still having a foot in contact with your face, “Starting today, three o’clock in the afternoon, you will be my responsibility.
He continues on, using his foot to tug your face. Your upper body was leaning in front with hands still cuffed behind you and all you could do was listen, stare, and nod at him. “You must obey absolutely what I say until you earn your freedom, do you understand?”
Even the slightest pause was unacceptable for him, “Answer!”
“Yes!”
“I suppose you already know before they sent you here, but ever since the year 2030, this has become a maximum security prison…”
“And you’re the only woman among the rest of the prisoners here,” he explains. A subtle smirk turns onto the ends of his lips, but was not as obvious as he had intertwined hands covering his face.
A wave of surprise washes over you, the shock upon your face was evident as your jaw dropped. He does not give you a moment to react further. “I’ll start with the routine admission. Bring her with me,” he instructs to the same guards that escorted you earlier, both proudly standing alongside his throne.
Hands did not hesitate on carrying you up until you got your legs working again. You were walking behind Steve with guards still assisting you, and yet again you were being dragged into the many corners of the nauseating penitentiary.
“Where are they taking me?” You spoke with a low voice; however, none of them responded. They continued to walk with you, leaving the air utterly dead and silent.
They made their way to another room, Steve stopping in front of its door and then turning around. “I’ll take her from here. Go back with the rest and make sure Maximoff isn’t causing another ruckus in the cafeteria,” he instructs while his subordinates obediently apprehended along.
“Yes, sir.” They respond, immediately releasing their grip around your biceps and walking away after carrying out a salute.
Furthermore, Steve dragged you into the room after unlocking the door and switching the light on. You heard the jingling of keys behind you, even so feeling his figure unnervingly stop behind you. He stood too close, swearing that you could feel his body only inches away from your back, his breathing fawning over the top of your head.”Let’s start, shall we?”
Your wrists got to freely breath after hearing a click from the lock, somewhat surprising you as you were released from the metal handcuffs. Huh.
“Strip,” he boldly orders.
“E-excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he goes over, “Don’t make me repeat it. Take off your clothes.”
“I won’t do it!” Despite being terrified of him, you still wanted to keep even the least bit of your dignity left.
“A body search is mandatory in the penitentiary,” he warrants.
“Still!”
“I thought I told you that my orders were absolute, did I not?”
Though you tried to stay silent to prevent him from further infuriating, your mind had been wandering around with several questions.
Why was he doing this? Can this even be reported to the higher-ups?
The latter was far from likely, recalling that he had told you that he was the chief security guard in the place. Everything would be going through him and will be finalized by him, and him only.
“That’s it, 3077. Now strip.”
You hesitated. Your hands were shaky as your arms steadily moved to your front, pausing to undo each button starting from the collar and progressing down. You wanted to take an hour or so, probably even forever, but the man standing in front of you seemed to be generally impatient.
The look on his face was a combination of eagerness and attraction but your mind shifts it all into a repulsive imagine of emptiness.
Your white undershirt and undergarments remained as your baby pink jumpsuit fell to the ground. You stand shamefully, arms over each other trying to cover your chest. “Everything. Down. Now.” His voice getting more and more demanding as you provoked to stall every minute that went by.
Your chin was titled down, not wanting to show your self-consciousness to him. Your fingers gripped on the garter of your undershirt, pulling it over your head and feeling a short cold breeze over the skin of your stomach.
Chills were already across your skin, granting that you did not have a choice in any of this. This was your ticket to freedom – or so you could only dream for.
When your skin was completely exposed to him, you reached another level of shame you were not even aware of. You felt colder than before, trying to cover your breasts with the warmth of your hands. Still, you stared at the grimy floor, not wanting to see the man’s reaction as you knew it would just make your state of mind worse.
“A-Alright, is this enough for you?” A small scoff hidden between your tone.
“Hold on,” he says without minding your mockery, “Lie down there, your legs facing towards my direction.”
Your frowned even further, looking aside where he was pointing towards. His index was directed at a hospital bed at the side which did not have any railings at its side, merely having a metal footboard and headboard.
You walked towards there, one arm still covering the front of your breasts while the other acting as a support as you sat down first. Eventually you rest your back against the sheets along with the back of your head on the only pillow provided there. You followed as he told, sealing your thighs together though.
The beating of your heart increases rapidly knowing completely how this was going to go down.
From the corner of your eye you can see him raise his hand towards his mouth, tugging one of his gloves from a hand with the use of his teeth. He lets the fabric fall to the ground while walking closer towards the side of the bed where you lay down. This time, a smirk was obvious upon his face as he did not bother to hide it.
Steve’s hands descend over your body, making you tense up as you tried to keep your head straight and stare right at front. However, even if you attempted to avoid looking at him, you could not fight the feeling of his fingers stroking your upper body.
He started with your chest area, further descending down. All the while you had one thought in mind – one you felt disgusted to even have it cross your thoughts.
His fingers felt soft, like a feather. For a split second you wondered if he had done this before, moreover if he was used to doing such a flustering act.
“P-please don’t,” you mewl, “Stop.”
Your cries made the smirk on his face grow wider, only wanting to wipe it off from him but feeling completely powerless to do so. Instead of giving a second thought to what you were saying, he drags his hand between your lower abdomen.
Despite having your thighs glued together to prevent this very purpose from happening, the man merely parts them from one another. Just as you thought you had the strength to keep them shut, you felt entirely the opposite once he was actually touching your body already. The way your inner thighs quivered as he spreads them apart was already a sign of how weak you were against him.
“3077,” his throaty voice calls out. “What’s the matter with you? It’s just a simple body search.”
Regardless of his statement, his fingers began toying around the entrance of your cunt. Even so you could feel his thumb lightly press against your bud of nerves, drawing subtle circles around, as the rest of his fingers continued to encourage your body’s growing arousal.
Hell, he barely even inserted his fingers yet you were starting to get wet from the simple gestures of him touching you.
“Why are you reacting like that?” The smugness in his voice was clear.
“I- No!” Your voice was trembling as your body did too. The muscles at the back of your thighs tightened while sweat began to form from your forehead.
“You’re in prison, 3077,” Steve says, “the place where you’re going to pay for the crime you committed.”
After successfully rousing your body up, he smoothly inserts a finger inside your pussy, and for all that earning a sound which was caused from the wetness of your cunt. Both of you acknowledged how gladly your body welcomed him.
He began to thrust his fingers in and out of you, gaining several instinctive moans out from your lips. Your head felt warm and lightheaded. The worry in your eyes apparent and ardent.
He tsked. “Why are you getting these reactions?”
And then adding, “…I don’t want you to get me wrong.”
His rhetorical questions deemed useless for the situation nor provided comfort for you at all. You looked at him all the same yet it does not stop him from adding another finger.
Either way, Steve did not stop after it. His fingers continued to thrust deeper inside you, having your body bounce against his hand. You were a growing mess with hands finding their way to grasp onto the disheveled white sheets.
As much as you tried to bite down a moan, your mouth could not help but give in. Your gut felt as if they were tightening around him for every moment the tips of his fingers curl inside you. You yourself could feel how hot the temperature of your body increases as he boldly fingers you. “Ah… A-Ah… Ow… P-please … S-stop it…”
Amidst everything, however, there were voices coming from outside of the room. You did not notice them at first, being completely overwhelmed with the sensation of being pleasured. You were only aware of what was being said outside when Steve’s used his other hand to cover your mouth from moaning further. His palm pressed against your lips while you breathed through his fingers.
“Are you serious? I would love to fuck that woman!”
“If we behave would she might consider giving us a reward?”
“I bet she would be tight as fuck!”
“What are you talking about!”
“Fuckers! I told you that you can’t keep roaming around these halls.”
The voices eventually died down, seeming that it would have been inmates passing by from the corridors. Nonetheless, tears were already brimming from your eyes as you – uselessly – kept yourself together. “P-please..”
“N-No! Don’t d-do this to me,” you plead. Each moment lead to the build up of your orgasm, already feeling the knotting near your stomach and the clenching of your walls.
It was predictable for your part when Steve barely showed any hint of sympathy for your messy situation. He pursued your climax while maintaining an impassive expression. He wanted to see you crumble and he wanted to show how remorseless he can be either way.
It was useless to hold back. The man was going to get what he wanted and he did not need to say it.
You allowed yourself to let loose, creating an utter mess between your inner thighs and his hands. Your exposed cunt was throbbing alike your temples. Your chest was heavily heaving as your own sweat covered both your body and face.
Those were your last moments before succumbing to black out due to the chief security guard wearing you out.
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When your eyelids had fluttered open, the only thing you could make out of was the darkness in the room. You were laying on the bed, but you could instantly detect a blanket covering you. In addition, you were wearing your jumpsuit.
You took a deep breath and paused, recalling everything that you could remember and confusing it for a nightmare. Though whatever it could have been, you were just glad that the pain and throb in your head had ceased.
You had no choice but to sit up, discerning a feint light illuminating from behind a door. Looking around, you could still also notice a mirror, a sink, and a toilet at the side of the room. You assumed you must have finally been resting in your prison cell.
“Listen to me!” A loud voice came from the other side of the door.
“You have ten minutes to clean your room. After that, all of you must assemble in the hallway!”
Another wave of panic gets over you, but you quickly follow to what had been instructed. Since you did not have anything at hand all you figured that you have been resting all along, you merely fixed the sheets of your bed and fluffed your pillow. You fixed your jumpsuit too, flattening it down while making sure there were not any holes nor unbuttoned parts at the front.
When you made your way outside, you saw how fast the other inmates were as they had beat you to the corridors. Each of them were lined up, back facing their assigned prison cell as their front faced the hallway. There was a guard at the end of it too.
“List yourself up!” He starts.
Each inmate started to count, “One!” There voices loud and clear.
Despite that, your mind was clouded with the thought of what happened between you and Steve Rogers, acclaimed Chief Security Guard of the maximum facility.
Was it a all a nightmare? You could not even dare yourself to call it a dream.
“Twenty-eight!” The deep and guttural voice of an inmate calls from your right side.
“Twenty-nine!” You scream as you assumed you were next to him.
Out of nowhere, the other male inmates started to chuckle. It was probably for the obvious fact that you were a female and was completely distinctive among the rest of them.
Even if you have not done anything embarrassing in front of them so far, you surely felt like you were full of shame. You looked around and found every man’s gaze at you, staring at you like you were a prize at the end of the race.
Well, except for one.
You saw him just a few doors away from you. He had a few tattoos over both his arms – a red star being the most striking one compared to the rest of the designs.
The man seemed to have grown his dark hair, and his beard too. Your gaze at him fell longer compared to the rest and it was enough time before he got to feel your attention towards him. He kept a blank stare nonetheless as you were startled and looked away.
“Dude your arm fucking touched me!” Another one exclaims. He had silver hair and looked buffed alike the rest, his thick accent being the trait that stands out for him.
“Huh? You’re the one who ran into me, asshole!” The one he started an argument with now had a darker hair brushed into a mohawk. A sleeve tattoo was also present.
“Hey stop it, you two! If you keep this up, they’ll punish us all!” Again, another voice comes from behind and you did not bother to see how that man looked. He was smart though, that’s for sure.
Nevertheless, it did not stop the two from brawling further. With one swift move, the silver-haired guy already had raised his arm and purposely punched the man he was arguing with.
“Hell, all of us are in big trouble!”
Thankfully though, the man you were distracted from earlier had walked into their argument. He confidently stood between them and proceeded to pull them apart by the back of their jumpsuits. The two men looked surprised – even so slightly terrified – after seeing him caught up in between. “You two still want to fight?”
They did not answer him, merely looking away with a scoff on their faces and then lining back up at their spots in front of their cell doors.
Despite all of this, he still kept the blank expression just as you saw when he caught you staring right at him. No grins or smirk, whatsoever.
a/n: this was based of niki’s song! a beautiful ballad just in time for this kind of season <3
You can only wonder what was going through Steve’s mind.
Spring had been so beautiful around the month of May. It was the perfect time as the season had been coming to a close.
Trees around the parks of New York City started growing their leaves, each one having their unique shade. The weather had felt warmer and assumed was generally radiating a positive aura for the entrance of Summer.
Steve had remembered that month so vividly alike his classic songs embossed on vinyls that kept replaying.
Both of you were taking a stroll around Central Park, as you had requested. He gladly agreed assuming that you were distracted, wanting to get some fresh air after being confined in the Avengers Tower for too long.
It would definitely make him feel out of place if he were to be put into a crowd he did not belong, he thinks. You were just an average mortal who surprisingly captured his attention one day.
His old-fashioned self recalls your first meeting not so long as the season of winter had began.
He was carrying his sketch pad with him along with a newspaper for the day, stopping by to get a cup of coffee where he regularly comes so. It was just unfortunate that the place was crowded that day and you had nowhere to sit. But lucky enough Steve had a vacant seat just across from him whereas you kindly received his offer.
Moreover, both of you talked so casually as if you had been long-termed friends who had not seen each other for a while. The conversation was smooth and delightful for both parties, and it was not unexpected when he had – or attempted, rather – to ask you out for date.
“I see you’re taking this as a first date?” You questioned, taking humor into your tone.
As naive Steve Rogers was around women, the tone of the conversation has shifted to becoming awkward prior to a really good topic about art. “I mean, yeah, but if you didn’t like it– or if it, uh, seemed weird then– I was just trying to sound cool.”
“I was joking. It’s fine, I would love to.” The moment you answered and smiled, he had given you, and himself, a second to realize if this was actually happening.
You did not walk out from him nor did you slap either of his cheeks. Rather, you stayed right at the seat he had invited you in and the only difference was that you had a wider smile than before.
That was when he figured that he was in love with you. Literally on that moment during the start of December.
Ironically now that it was close to summer – the start of June – it was then as he started to feel cold. Instead from snow falling from the sky and the ice warming up the ground, however, it came from you and your attitude.
You had broken up with him during that walk in Central Park.
“I just think we aren’t meant to be together, Steve.” Those words repeated around his brain for days.
Steve did beg for you to stay. He had not felt this welcomed ever since he had woken up from the ice. The home between your arms was always something he was expecting after an exhausting mission.
No one had ever shown him understanding like you did. That was why it confused him greatly after you had said you were not meant for each other. How were you to say such?
“Can’t you see? You’re an amazing Super Soldier with friends who has plans on saving the world. I’m just someone who works from nine to five at a job I’m growing tired of.”
He just could not understand where you were coming from. Everything you were telling him was a blur and he found none of it useful on answering the questions in his head.
It saddened him that you were belittling yourself too. You could not see yourself like how he does.
“I know you love me, and I love you too… “
There was a pause after it. Steve was not sure if you were going to say something more out of it, but his emotions got the better of him, “Then why do you have to do this?”
“I need to work on my insecurities–”
“We can work on it together. You’ve been patient with me throughout my missions, I promise I’ll do the same with you.” He was close to kneeling down but without the intention of proposing with a diamond ring, only wanting you to stay for him.
“It’s not like that. It’s not the easy.”
“But it’s surely easier for you to break up with me and leave this all behind?”
“No, I told you it’s not like that!”
He had been fighting the vulnerability that was growing in him. Both of you remained relentless expressions that did not help to ease the situation. There was assumptions made out of it, most likely, but the main focus was what both of you were saying to each other.
“I just need you to understand, Steve, please.”
That was the moment he realized he should not oppose to you and your decisions.
What he could only think was that you understood him in ways that he had not thought yet needed. You were there for him and provided him with the best decisions you could offer. He intended to do the same.
But Steve was not doing the same – rather should not be. He was making something out of impossibilities, which was why he could not see it. On the contrary, he did not know what to do and so he just followed what his heart and instincts lead him to do so.
And like always, you offered the best solution and that was for him understand – for the betterment of you, and your relationship.
He does not hesitate on not chasing after you once you had given him a final kiss on the cheek and then turned away. He just stares at the back of your shirt with misery upon his face, seeing as your figure becomes smaller and smaller from a distance and then disappearing from his sight.
Steve trusts you. It was the right thing to do.
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It was winter again. Without you around Steve’s arms this time though.
You watched the snow start falling at the other side of your window. It had created a blur around the glass of it, but you could honestly make up the white covered pavement and houses. It was your view for these lonely seven months, how could you start forgetting it now.
The dining table that was set in front gave you the chance to sit, drink, and view. You guessed it was just you and your hot cup of chocolate this month.
Well, it was you were expecting for the rest of the cold, winter month.
You watched as the sun had started to set from the already gloomy gray colored sky. It turned into a dark shade further and the only thought it your head was for another day to come.
Both your productive and unproductive days were well beyond acknowledged. Generally, you have accomplished a lot of things all the while moving on from your ex-boyfriend, who was also Captain America.
You have gotten into a new line of work, something you were more favorable of, which was huge considering that it was not even in the top things to do in the list you mentally prepared in the past.
Another thing was that you have also acquire a new set of skills. Learning different hobbies through art and music was one of the obvious ways to distract yourself from something lingering around your mind – as told by the results that showed up in your search engine.
Friends were also something that surrounded you with more optimism that you asked for. Taking a break from interacting with superheroes and gods was expectedly relieving. Those were not your crowd and you swore you spent so much time trying to adjust, which had never been enough.
Nonetheless there were more things you improved at to the point where you could not keep track of, or chose not to – you were not really sure.
There was a quarter way left of your dark chocolate drink in your mug. The steam blowing from it had died out long ago. The coldness was starting to get a hold of it, though you let it, while becoming disconnected from your thoughts and stared blankly.
The background nose of the television reaches from the living room which was a few feet away from where you were at. You were not sure if the news was playing or just some random commercial; you did not care.
This was how most of your nights turn out. Even so when your doorbell had echoed through your house, you were expecting the friendly old woman from next door was stopping by again.
Your legs unhurriedly walked to the door. Though as you reached around the knob to unlock it, you changed the pout on your face to something more presentable and friendly.
“I appreciate the gesture Mrs. Jones but–” You already raised a hand in front as this might have been the tenth time she had invited you this week to her Christmas Ever celebration. And it was a Tuesday.
But another person had appeared right in front of you. Someone you were not expecting – but had secretly prayed for. “Oh, Steve.” There was not a hint of disgust or dread in your voice, it was just more of a calm wave of shock.
Steve had his golden hair neatly brushed back, seeing as it also grew longer. He was wearing a long brown coat and a scarf had wrapped around his neck. The gift wrapped present he was holding in front of him drew the most attention at first glance, but you tried to be unassuming that it was for you.
You just took silent yet deep breaths while either of you waited for an ice breaker.
“I’m so glad to see you,” Steve instantly sets off.
“Thank you. It has been a while, right?” You tried to embrace this as maturely as possible.
You were a complete mess and you did not want anyone to find out your state of mind, let alone him. You could not acknowledge the change in yourself – which you had promised a few months ago – even after you broke up with him, and it would feel like a kick in the stomach if he finds out that you were wrong.
“It has and I’m so glad I got to see your pretty face again,” he says.
“Did you come here alone?”
“Yeah, it was a long hour drive, but I survived.” He chuckles while still standing at the other side of the threshold.
For a moment you felt all the guilt come crashing down at once, again. It was like all of those memories and feelings were just bottled up, never leaving you, and now had been broken and released. You tried to stay strong though, you had to be.
And with that, you were not sure if inviting Steve inside your house was the mature decision. “Sorry, you must be getting cold. I think you should come inside.”
Steve gladly accepted for invite and proceeded inside. He does not hesitate on removing his coat and hanging it as he stops at the doorway, revealing the black sweater he has worn underneath.
You did not know what to do or say. This was so sudden and you were not prepared mentally, and physically.
However, you proceeded to the dining you where you were having a moment prior to this and Steve followed after. You swept the barely filled mug from the table and placed it in the sink. “Do you want coffee?”
He nods which promptly has you making a cup for both of you. You could not feel your stomach build up despite drinking chocolate from earlier.
From the corner of your eye you see him take a seat, and eventually you followed. Two cups occupy for each of your hand as you bring them to the dining table still freshly brewed and steaming.
You take the seat across from him and you internally do not feel any regret of having to face the blue-eyed Super Soldier closely upfront again. He glances at the drink you made shortly as you extended your arm for him, but his gaze returns back to yours.
It made your skin crawl. The combination of his stare and the cold air around the room, the silence was deafening but you were so scared to speak with the chances of saying something you might not take back.
“How are you, darling?” It was such a bittersweet nostalgia to hear that.
You intend on biting your tongue as a way to hold back the tears that started to form around the corner of your eyes. Your nose was lightly twitching as you were holding back any tear that could possibly escape.
The obvious clench on either sides of your jaw probably gave Steve a hint on what he was dealing with right now.
“I-I’m good,” you falter.
“How are you, really?” His expression remained the same. He did not raise his voice nor did he sound any more threatening.
On the other hand, you were at the edge of breaking down. You probably had blinked more times than your normally would, and you convinced yourself it was just the dirt that got through.
“I miss you,” Steve sighs, “come back to me.”
“Steve,” your voice was inconsistent just by calling his name out. It was a very weak attempt and you wished you just stayed silent, “We were bound to break up.”
Rather, you knew you were bound to break up. Seems like he’s still in denial of everything.
“No. I don’t believe it.” He shakes his head in pure disbelief, “For months I tried to understand and move on, but you never left my mind… You have always been stuck in my mind and I won’t believe it when you say you haven’t felt the same.”
“I really d-don’t–”
“Bullshit!” His voice startles you, making you bounce from your seat and lean back with wide eyes. You bit your lip in fear of making him angry. “Look, I didn’t mean to– I’m sorry I raised my voice.”
That moment made you remember more of the memories in the past. When you started to grow out of fear instead of pure love for Steve Rogers.
Instead of letting yourself shrink into your seat, your arms pushed against the edge of the table which allowed you to be up on your feet. You stood and walked over to the countertop to distance yourself a few more feet away from your ex-boyfriend.
Steve had looked at you with his mouth slightly agape, following your figure as you walked away further from him.
Every part from your waist and below had been covered as you stood behind the countertop. You turned around as your lower back pressed against the edge of the sink, getting to look at him again. This time, however, felt more relieving when you felt claustrophobic with his face near yours.
“Baby, I said I’m sorry.”
“Steve,” you coldly say, “I think it’s time for you to go.”
He had a look of disbelief upon his face, “You haven’t even opened the present I got for you.”
“We already had talked and seen each other tonight, I think that’s enough for tonight, or even for the next year.”
You were walking on thin ice.
You were convinced that you had forgotten on how to deal with him in times like this, but you also pondered if you have ever really known how to dealt with it.
“What are you saying, we barely even talked!”
Steve had followed your footsteps, pushing against the table and walking over you. It happened within seconds which gave barely enough time for you to process that he was nearing to you again.
“Steve, please!” You squeal.
He reached for both of your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. You tried to avoid from looking at him, but he nearly follows the direction of your head until you had no choice but to get tired.
“Can’t you see, it’s you who I love. It will always be you and nothing can change that.” The grip of his fingers were starting to tighten around yours and you were not sure if he was aware of it.
“M-my hands. It hurts.”
He does not even acknowledge your pain, “Just tell me you love me and we can go back to the way we started.”
“Ouch,” you cry. You swore the bones in your hand were so close to breaking.
If it were not for the tears starting to stream down your cheeks, Steve probably would not have let them go. Your fingers were most likely swelling and shaking. Though, before you could even create a sigh of relief from the pain, you felt a pair of lips force over yours.
There was not even a second that had passed. Steve’s strength as quick and strong which greatly opposed to yours.
His hands might have spared the bones of your fingers from cracking, but he was definitely not going to let your jaw go. Both his palms smushed against either sides of it, preventing any movement which had forced you to accept the situation.
You knew this situation before, you just cannot surpass his strength. You could not fight or push him away or else he was just going to force himself more to you.
Just as you thought that your heart beat was already going to escape from your chest out of nervousness earlier, it had increased tenfold. You can only wonder what was going through Steve’s mind.
“Just relax, you’ll be able to enjoy it more,” Steve says in between kisses and before having to shove his tongue further past your lips.
Your hands were in between your bodies, trying to push his torso away using both your palms which predictably did not help at all. Slowly, your energy wears down further as you irrationally tried to keep him away from you.
“I know you want it,” he whispers, “just give in.”
The moment was was terrifying as it gets. As if on cue, your knees began to cave in and soon your hands no longer tried to resist against his body. Undoubtedly, you still did not return the favor of kissing him back but he did not seem to mind.
He slightly bends over to be able to lean his head more as he continues to suck against your bottom lip with emotions full of desire. Eventually it descends to your chin and then your lower jaw, aiming for more sensitive places despite his hands remaining at the same place on either sides of your face.
When he does try to suck the skin between the area of your neck and collarbones, you let out a small instinctive squeal. He was not gentle with his actions, making sure both of you were clearly feeling the sensation of him giving and you receiving; and after that reaction from you, he was certain that you were aware too.
“Fuck, I expected more than that, baby,” he mumbles and then continuing to draw on your skin as if it was a feast.
You could not keep count on how many times he tried to leave marks on you right now. What you were sure, though, was that tomorrow would be a morning full of regrets when looking in the mirror.
Your hands remained still from before, not knowing where to go and confused about all your emotions right now. However, you felt Steve release his grip around your face, moving down to reach your hands to guide them, position them into an embrace around his figure.
Afterwards, he bends further to reach the back of your thighs. It allowed him to hoist you up the marble countertop, setting you down with your back flat facing the surface.
He helped himself in welcoming his body between your legs as he pulled back, finally giving an end to his enjoyment on marking you. A quick smirk was seen within his face, as he comprehends that you were now under his control just as he looked forward to. It died down and returned back to the intimidating glare that set panic throughout your system earlier.
“Oh god, you still look so beautiful.”
With one hand, he was able to seize around both of your wrists which prevented you from making any movements still. And so you let him continue what he intends to, this time undoing your already loose sweatpants.
Steve could not be more than lucky enough for this moment. He thinks that he had waited long enough and that this exact time was perfect, just as he had pictured during the drive to your house.
When he successfully discards every garment from your waist and below, he takes a good view of what he had missed during these past seven months. Your were shamefully half naked and wet beneath him.
“Has anyone touched you while I wasn’t around?” He questions as his fingertips slowly drag against the entrance of your cunt.
You could feel yourself dripping just by his touch and you were embarrassed to even look at him.
“I asked you a question, sweetie, you better answer me.”
As much as you tried to hold back, he presses his thumb against your clit knowingly well how easily sensitive you were at that spot. “N-no!”
You repeated your answer after a deep exhale, “No one has touched me.”
He was in awe with your answer, ignoring the fact that you were holding on to your dear life out of fear. “Did you expect me to find you after? Still waiting for my cock for all these months?”
You whine, not knowing what emotion it had been drawn out from. The way his voice finds home to you just lures you in again, and the fact that he was saying those lewd things slowly broke down your walls. You did not know the answer to it yourself – rather you feared to know the truth.
Steve leans over, close to your ear and whispers, “I’ll be good to you since you’ve been a good girl to me, darling.” Before you know it, he leaves a kiss on the top of your head and pulls back.
He undoes the buckle around his waist and then his pants before letting it fall to the ground. Swiftly, he still uses one hand to pull your body close to him, feeling the prominent erection that had formed under his boxers against your pussy. “This is all yours.”
He playfully grinds against you, intensely feeling him more, making you moan and somewhat arch the back of your neck. And hell did the man enjoy was he was doing to you.
You closed your eyes shut and bit down onto your lip, trying not to expecting more as it would just mean that you were caving in to him.
Eventually with all the teasing, Steve does draws his dick out. The warmth of his skin was all too different from a piece of fabric. It felt too fucking good.
He does not insert it so easily though. Instead, he continues on to adore your whining and needy expression beneath him, rubbing the tip of his cock first and then followed by the rest. He slowly thrusts into the air while pressing against the entrance of your cunt, making sure it gets coated thoroughly while you recalled how large he was.
“Feel good, right?” He brags
“Steve, please,” you cry.
It does not take him merely once though before he finally got to push the tip inside you. But you were thankful for the heavens you did not have to suffer more than you already were.
Your lower abdomen slightly cramps, adjusting to his size again like you remembered from before. It felt both familiar and unfamiliar to have him inside you again, nonetheless, your body was reacting to it very positively.
“You’re so tight,” he grunts. “Guess you really weren’t fucking anyone else while I was gone.”
Technically he was not gone. Both of you were broken up. But your mind could not honestly rationalize that well right now.
Your eyelids were just feeling heavy and you were letting him pound into you as he pleases. There was not an ounce of energy in you that still wanted to fight back or resist, it was too tiring and too good.
When Steve realizes so, he releases the grasp around your wrists, knowing that you were not escaping any time soon. He’s definitely going to have fun with you now, even so determined for you to enjoy as well. “Oh god, did I miss fucking your pussy.”
He takes slow yet deep thrusts, making sure it reaches all the way until his cock completely disappears and reappears from his sight. When he presses a palm against the area just a few inches below your lower abdomen, he know you would start to lose it.
It was just the perfect spot, that took him weeks to master, just to launch you into a wave of euphoria. Though you were only letting out moans and cries for him, he could tell how much you were enjoying it by how your walls tighten around him.
Somehow it steadily releases the brute inside of him, making him thrust harden and faster every time he feels you squeeze. It turned him on every time and there was no stopping him, especially now.
The kitchen shamefully echoes the sloppy thrusts he was doing with you. The lewd noises were just music to his ears.
Steve was disappointed that you were weary at the moment. You would have loved this great fuck.
He could not even see how ruffled his hair was already. Sweat was rolling down his forehead yet he could not care less. All he was fixated on was your face and your pussy.
He looked at your figure with passion, making an illusion of you bouncing against him as if you were the one fucking and riding his dick.
Steve was shameless. There was a lustful rage inside of him that had been longing for this. Was he finally glad that this moment had come.
“You’re fucking mine,” he groans with one trust. “Mine.”
“Gonna fill you up with my cum.”
By some time could feel his orgasm build up and close to a release. He made it through strong and profound thrusts, just to savor what he had right now. “We were supposed to celebrate our first anniversary this month, but don’t worry,”
He groans along with another trust, “I made the mistake of letting you go the first time.”
With one final thrust, he goes as deep as he can to make sure nothing from his cum spills out from you,
“I won’t make the same mistake twice.”
hope you enjoyed, feedbacks are greatly appreciated (please)!
Warnings: language, sexual tension, innuendo, fluff
A/N:I wrote a thing for my lovely friend @221bshrlocked because she’s a goddess and I love her (her name is literally “An Actual Goddess” in Snapchat soooo) anyway enjoy my love!
You were sparring with Captain Steve Rogers, and hating every minute of it. You knew you had to train in order to improve, but you hated fighting someone you’d been in love with for years.
You had joined the Avengers 5 years ago, after the battle of New York, when Nick Fury found you after you’d gotten kicked off your college’s wrestling team for being too aggressive. And, you may or may not have accidentally lost control and used your powers. You had the power to manipulate people’s minds, which you’d used against your opponent to force her to give up the match. You immediately flipped her so hard that you cracked the floor, thanks to your super strength. That day, you were brought to Avengers Tower, where you were introduced for everyone. They were all good people, but the one you were most preoccupied with was Steve. He was good, pure, charming, and caring. You knew he would make you feel special, and over the last few years, he had become the one you trusted most. Only problem with that? You’d fallen for him. Hard.
You broke out of your reverie when you felt a punch to the gut and landed on the floor.
Steve shook his head, holding out his hand to help you up, “Jesus, (Y/N), you can’t let yourself get distracted. It’ll kill you.”
“Yeah, well, I’m done for the day,” you say as you stand, refusing to accept his help. You already felt weak, you didn’t need him to embarrass you further for it.
“You still have 10 minutes left-” “I don’t care. Someone else can start early or you can take a break. I’m done,” you say through tears as you start walking away.
He chases after you and grabs your arm, spinning you around, “what’s going on?”
You wrench your arm out of his grip, shaking your head as you open the door, “I told you, I’m done.”
“Done with training? Or is something else going on?”
You slam the door, cracking it as you turn to yell at him, “I’M DONE WAITING FOR YOU!”
He goes silent, eyes wide. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m leaving-”
“What does that mean?”
“Damn it, Steve. When they enhanced you, it obviously didn’t affect your brain cells. You’re absolutely exhausting.” You sigh, looking at the floor. “I’m done waiting for you to notice me-”
“I do notice you-” “Don’t interrupt me, Rogers. I’m done waiting for you to notice me in a way that isn’t as a friend. I’ve been in love with you since Fury brought me here. And I thought I could deal with just being your friend. But apparently I can’t. So I can’t train or hang out with you anymore. I’m sorry.”
Steve stands there, mouth gaping as he tries to process your confession.
“Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.”
He sighs, biting his lip, and you turn to leave.
You open the now-broken door, but end up against the training gym wall pressed against Steve. He has an arm on either side of you and is pinning you against the wall.
“You can’t say something like that and expect me to let you leave, doll.” He leans down and kisses you deeply, slowly. Normally you prefer fast, passionate kisses, but it’s Steve. He’s savoring you. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he holds onto your waist as he presses you against the wall.
You pull away, putting a hand on his chest, “what does this mean?”
Steve laughs, “it means we’ve been fucking idiots for the last five years, I fell in love the minute I met you.”
You gasp playfully, “CAPTAIN ROGERS YOU SAID A BAD LANGUAGE WORD!!!!!”
“Call me Captain Rogers again and we’re going to need to do something about it,” he growls.
You smirk and kiss him again, finally in your happy place.
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a/n: i saw this tiktok and i literally bursted into tears watching it so i needed to write a hc for this bc god i fucking love this man with my entire soul
chris didn’t know how to go about expressing his true feelings for you
he wanted to tell you he loved you every time he saw you light up, every time you smiled, every time you laughed
in fact, he had been thinking about how to confess it to you all night that chris got like zero sleep while you dreamt away beside him
around 6:30 in the morning he decided to head out and go for a early morning run and maybe surprise you something once you woke up
as he jogged around his quaint little neighborhood in boston, chris continued to think what he should say
“hey,i love you” “i’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while now… but i really love you” “i hope i’m not overstepping but i’m fucking in love with you”
all them sounded too… cheesy? he had no clue.
time went by quick when your thoughts were running at 100 miles an hour because as soon as he knew it, chris saw his watch say it was almost eight
he should get back soon since you normally woke up around that time
on his way back, he saw that the florist shop was already open so he decided to pop in really quick, looking to see if they had your favorites
luckily, they did so he decided to buy a bouquet for you and then decided to grab some coffee and pastries for the two of you at the shop next door
chris thought about how cute you’d look waking up and surprised with the little goodies he got to spoil you, it brought a smile to his face just thinking abt it
once he got your iced coffee and his own order along with a couple chocolate croissants and breakfast sandwich for him, he quickly walked back to his place
luckily when he did get home, you were still sound asleep so he was able to get everything set up nicely
first he threw the flowers in one of the mason jars you kept around, quietly stepping into the bedroom and placing them next to you on the nightstand
but in the process he stepped on dodgers lion scaring the shit out of him
chris swore his soul left his body when you moved around on the bed and thought his cover was blown
luckily though the coast was clear and you just moved a bit in your sleep before he quickly put the flowers down (and grabbed dodgers toy to put away)
after that he got out the breakfast tray, setting your food out and pouring your iced coffee in a nicer glass with your favorite reuseable straw
the final touch was he grabbed a little sticky note and a pen scribbling a little note for you
carefully he picked up the tray and carried it into the room (because one time he made you breakfast and ended up dropping it and food was everywhere)
setting it on the bed next to you before coming around to your side of the bed, nuzzling his nose against your cheek
“hey, g’mornin’ sleepy head” he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth
you hummed in response, reaching your hand out to touch his cheek, trying to open your eyes filled with sleep
“it’s the weekend chris, i wanna sleep” “not even when i got you breakfast?”
you opened one eye, looking at him before sitting up and scanning the room letting out a tired chuckle “christopher, you didn’t need to—oh my god, flowers too? you really didn’t have to do this”
“i wanted to,” he smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed, picking up your hand to kiss it.
you couldn’t help but gush at his sweetness, giving him a quick kiss before seeing the sticky note on the tray
picking it up you laugh reading it “omlette you know…” you pause, eyes reading the last part before you said it out loud. i love you.
quickly you look up at him, smiling shyly. “really? like… for real?”
“yeah,” chris nodded as shyly, cheeks getting rosy. “i love you”
putting the sticky note down. you grabbed chris’ bearded face, pulling him forward and kissing him slowly before whispering back “i love you too”
chris couldn’t help but smile big, a huge relief rolling off his shoulders that you felt the the same way
“that was probably the most dorkiest thing you’ve ever said though” you added, pinching his cheek
“i don’t care, i’m the most luckiest guy on the planet”
summary: a lil rundown of what you and steve do before going to bed!
a/n: i jus want chris to snuggle me while falling asleep ;—;
normally before you and chris goto bed you’re laying on the couch or sitting in his lap, catching up on whatever show you’re currently binging
chris is usually the one still watching while you’re all snuggled up wrapped in a blanket half asleep or on your phone scrolling through instagram or sumin
once the episode ends, he’ll gently pat you, letting you know he’s ready to head to bed
“c’mon dodger let’s get to bed buddy”
the pup would be laying with you, instantly hopping off and searching for what lion he wants to bring
you and chris always place your bets, him winning most of the time
which ends up in you pouting “not fair” crossing your arms
but you get over it quickly when he peppers your face in kisses and mumbles “next time you’ll get it i know you will”
while you head to the bedroom with dodger chris always walks through the house locking all the doors, checking everything is secure bc he must protecc
meanwhile, you’re throwing your clothes on the floor, searching for a shirt (most likely his) to wear to bed before going to the bathroom
chris joins you, grabbing his toothbrush while he watches you do your skincare routine
this is when you try to continue to encourage him to try a bit of it
“baby c’mon this will hydrates your skin, plus it’s anti-aging”
“are you saying i’m looking old?”
“shut up, you know you don’t look old. not even close”
“mhmm”
when you’re not looking, chris tries the product because he secretly is insecure about the fact that he’s at the end of his 30s but doesn’t want you to know
you finally brush your teeth, chris hugging you from behind, peppering kisses on your shoulder while rubbing your sides
he’ll look at you in the mirror, giving a goofy smile. “‘m love you. i’ll meet you in bed, honey”
chris basically peels off all his clothing before hopping into bed, getting in a couple pages of his current read with dodger laying on him
when you come out, you see your favorite view
your amazing sweet loving boyfriend sprawled on the bed with a book in hand with his fur baby on his chest in the glowing light of the lamp next to him
it makes your heart swell and stomach flutter at how you got so lucky to have chris in your life
before seeming like a creep, you join the two in bed, plugging your phone in and crawling under the blankets
“cuddle me please, bub” you mutter to him, turning to lay on your side
“let me finish this, give me a second, sweetheart.” his voice would be all raspy and deep from not speaking for a bit, giving you a warm smile before finishing the page he was on
once he was done, he’d set the book down and turn off the light before opening his side for you
immediately you curl up next to him, laying your head right on his chest, face to face with a sleepy dodger as chris rubs your back
he presses chaste kisses to your hairline, shutting his own eyes
“is your book good?” you ask tiredly, shutting your eyes as your soothed by the sound of his heartbeat and his calloused fingers running along your spine
“i’d say so. just started it but i think’ll be good”
you’d hum, sighing softly. “thats good to hear”
the two of you chat about random things as you get sleepier with each minute that goes by. eventually chris knows when you’re about to fall asleep
when he does, he whispers against your forehead a “g’night, ‘m love you”
“love you” you mumble into his skin before eventually drifting off to sleep, breathing in the sweet scent of his now very faded cologne of whatever contents were still clinging to his skin
at one point he’ll roll you onto your side, tucking the blanket right under your chin how you like it before moving dodger lower on the bed to crawl under the blankets himself
before he shuts his eyes, he looks at your sleeping figure smiling to himself gently before finally going to sleep himself
he cant wait to see his girl and little buddy the next time he opens his eyes first thing in the morning <3333
summary: you & chris having karaoke night singing some ariana grande!
pairing: chris evans x fem!reader
warnings: some cursing
a/n:i was listening to ariana grande earlier and pictured this so vividly so i needed to write sumin karaoke night with chris bc ik baby boy would be living his best life drinking and singin’ all night
at least once a month or when chris was home, you and chris would have a karaoke night whether it was with his family or just the two of you
you’d be drinking beers, order take out and use the special plastic toy mic you bought for singing, overall a chill ass night
chris would love to do all the classic 80s and disney songs of course, belting out on songs like let it go from frozen to don’t stop believing by journey
your personal favorite would be duets with chris because the two of you always ended up a giggly blushy mess
3 beers in tonight, you were feeling a duet now with your big goofy boyfriend
“aw shit it better not be another ariana grande song” “babe, you know its gonna be another ari song! it’s tradition!”
your favorite was doing ariana grande so of course you searched up a classic duo song from ari: problem
the second chris saw it he’s groaning because you both know he’s not the best at rapping but nonetheless he gets up from the couch ready to duet it with you
grabbing your microphone, you sang along to ari’s lyrics, looking right at chris, grabbing out his hand while he did the little background vocals for you rolling his eyes as you wiggled to the song
when the chorus hit, you spun around giggling as he whispered ‘i got one less problem with ya’ before he grabbed your hand, pulling you into his embrace starting to dance with you
the two of you held back your laughs, smiling big until the both of knew what was coming next
chris turned to the tv to see the lyrics as he tried to spit iggy arzaylea’s rap
“it’s iggy iggs! uh- what you got? smart money betting, i’ll be better without you uh- fuck, umm, you say you really know but i really really doubt you understand my life is easy when i aint around you!”
full on sassy chris would be in your presence, waving his finger at you, rapping to his best of his abilities while you cheered him on
also his bostonian accent would probably come out as he rushes his words out, making it a little hot to watch ;)
“theres a million yous baby boo so don’t be dumb, i got 99 problems but you won’t be one like WHAAAT?”
he’d probably do an air micdrop looking at you giving a cheesy swagger look while you belted out the last part of the song
once it was finally done you’d clap smiling, getting up on your tippy toes to peck his lips “i think secretly deep down you love when i choose ariana for karaoke”
“she’s alright,” he’d smirk, smiling down at you as he gave a squeeze to your hips before giving you a peck back “i only do them because you look really fuckin’ cute getting all into it”
the rest of the night the two of you would be plopped on the couch probably doing disney songs
chris’ favorite song to do with you would be i see the light because every time he sang it with you, you’d get all shy and blushy and he loved seeing the affect he had on his girl
also you always end up in tears at the end and he adores giving you kisses and hugs to cheer you up
but when it was time to pump shit up again you guys would do some elton john or bon jovi and someones dodger would join in trying to make some harmonies with his little howls
by the time it’s one am though, the two of you would be karaoked out for the night and end with you getting a piggy back ride on chris to the bedroom to get ready for bed <3
summary: you wanted to try those tiktok leggings you saw everywhere to get chris’ reaction on them
chris if you got those tiktok leggings headcannon
you’d completely surprise him, wanting to see if he’d even notice how juicy your ass was looking in those leggings everyone was talking about on tiktok
chris had been gone most of the day running errands and when he finally comes home at the end of the day you’d be in the middle of washing dishes
when he always comes home he yells “where’s my beautiful girl?!”
eventually he finds you in the kitchen, you’re back to him, finishing drying the plate you cleaned
almost instantly his eye’s would trail to your ass and how fucking good it looked
you’d act completely oblivious, smiling and greeting chris, asking how your day was but he would just reply with,“baby,holy shit, are those new?”
instantly blush crept on your cheeks but you wanted to milk the moment, so you innocently bat your eyelashes and ask: what’s new?
chris would walk closer to you, wanting so badly to just squeeze your bum but he contained himself to just gently placing his hands on your waist, rubbing circles
“these pants, they make your ass look really good, honey”
his pretty baby blue eyes would constantly flicker between looking at you and your bottom, smiling big before pressing a kiss to your cheek
to tease chris, just to get him going even more, you’d brush your back against his front, tilting your head back to look at him, only to see his eyes turn a shade darker
“where did you even get these?” chris would hum, dipping his hands a little lower to your hip, squeezing your sides as he licked his lips
“online!” you giggle, putting the dish in hand away turning to face him now. “saw them on tiktok and wanted to try them. are you hungry though? we can order dinner.”
chris would only scoff, pulling you closer as he dips his head to your neck placing a few kisses there, beard scraping across your skin as he gently pressed you against the counter
“mm, i rather eat in. all i want is right here in front of me.”
with your cheeks burning pink and a squeeze of your thighs, chris picked you up so easy settling you onto the kitchen counter before finding home between your thighs
a/n: it’s been a hot min since i’ve posted but i miss writing n wanted to write sumin kinda domestic ??
“steve,” you hummed, looking away from the tv screen to your super solider boyfriend was was beside you on the queen size bed, quietly reading a book. “i’m bored.”
“you’re watching a movie, aren’t you?” steve quietly chuckled, tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip before saving his current place in the book, looking at you now.
“yes but,” you sighed, poking out your bottom lip. “i can’t focus. let’s do something!” you grinned, shutting the tv off before climbing over steve, planting yourself on top of him.
“and what would that something entail?” he smirked, grabbing both your hands in his, fingers intertwining before kissing the back of both.
“if you think we’re going to fuck, you thought wrong steve grant rogers.” you laughed, steve grabbing you by your wrists now, pulling you down to kiss you before furrowing his thick brows.
“i thought that was what you were implying though,” he frowned, you blushing slightly as you pulled your hands away, pushing yourself up against his chest, watching him pout like a little golden retriever pup. “you teased me you little brat.”
“imsorryyyy,” you giggled, kissing his cheek before sitting up again, watching steve’s large hands trail under the large tshirt you wore, running across your waist, then your rips before cupping each of your breasts in his hands, massaging them gently. “maybe later, baby. but i really wanna paint your nails.”
“paint my nails?” steve crooked his head to the side, stopping his movements.
“yeah, like a nice red color. oh! maybe with a little star on your ring finger! that would be so cute.”
steve smiled at how gosh damn wholesome you were at times. it was moments like these were he just wanted to hold you, kiss you and protect your tiny precious little self from the rest of the big bad world.
“so can i?” you asked, placing your hands on top of his as you felt him run his thumbs over your hardened nipples now, causing you to bite your lip gently.
“of course you can, but i will take small fee in the form of a kiss.” steve chuckled, hands falling down to your waist now as you leaned forward, close to his face taking in his beautiful big blue eyes.
seconds after, you planted your lips on his, moving against his soft plush ones, his mouth working yours open for a little more. as the kiss deepened, you felt the grip on your waist tighten, tongue gliding over yours with ease before you pulled, lips swollen and used.
“you sure you don’t want to mess around?” he asked, voice horse and smirk playing on the corners of his lips.
summary: you’re feeling a lil needy and want chris to fuck you but he doesn’t have time between meetings to clean himself up so instead you suggest to thigh ride him
a/n: this was suppose to be a drabble but here we are ♀️
it would be a busy day for chris even during the time of quarantine. he would have zooms to attend for projects that were hopefully being picked back up and discussions with ASP guests to post on the website. and emails, oh so many damn emails. to say the least, chris was still kept busy even being stuck in the house.
the workload for you however wasn’t as much compared to your boyfriends. so you were always left wandering the house, watching netflix, taking naps and etc. but today, you didn’t know what came over you but you were feeling extra needy.
so there you were, wandering downstairs to find chris in his office area, typing away at an email while humming to an 80s song that’s probably from his ‘get shit done’ playlist.
“hi, are you busy?” you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind, nuzzling your nose against his warm skin, pressing a kiss to his pulse point.
“just doin’ some emails before my ASP meeting,” he answered, finishing up the sentence he was on before spinning in his chair to face you with a grin. “watcha need, baby?”
“you,” you smile back, planting yourself on chris’ lap, pressing your lips to his. as you sat down, the oversized sweater hitched up, revealing the baby blue cotton thong that hugged your hips. “i’m really bored.”
“is that so?” he breathed, chuckling quietly, hands gliding up and down your soft thighs, giving them a squeeze. his simple touch setting your skin on fire and your heat drip for his hands to be in other places.
“mhm,” you hum, batting your eyelashes, kissing him again, lips coming to brush at the curve of his ear as your fingers played with the hair that laid neatly on the nape of his neck, whispering, “i wanna be fucked”
chris let out a groan, squeezing your thighs again before a hand moved to the round of your ass, massaging the skin there. “baby girl, you know i gotta look presentable in a bit,” chris sighed, watching your fingers glide up his hard chest to play with his gold necklace always he wore. “in a couple hours, m’kay?”
“a couple hours is toolong,” you pouted. “i’m too horny too wait.”
chris laughed softly, making your cheeks blush. god, he looked so fucking hot right now. if you weren’t riding his cock in the next 5 minutes you thought you’d just throw a tantrum right then and there. even if it meant a punishment, but you also wouldn’t complain about that either.
“stop laughing at my pain, chris. please, i’ll be quick,” you groaned, moving your hands to his belt buckle, the bulge in his tight jeans letting you know your little planned worked. “i just need to cum-“
“i can’t get all sweaty,” he groaned, leaning back in his chair so it tipped back just a little. “i promise the second i’m done i’m all yours.”
“ugh!” you whined, dropping your hands at his belt. looking at chris, you can tell he was really trying to hold himself back from bending you over his desk and fucking you right then and there. but then you got an idea, smirking wide.
chris saw a certain glint in your eye and instantly knew you were thinking nothing good. “oh no, i know that look… what is it?” he sighed, biting back a smile as his fingers toyed at the waistband of your panties. “tell me what your thinking.”
you wanted to squeeze your thighs at chris’ authoritative voice. you were sure your panties were soaked by now. “can i ride your thigh?”
with the look on your face, how could chris not deny you? you were giving him puppy dog eyes, shyly wiggling on his lap in just one of his shirts and a thong, note his favoritethong.
taking a deep breath, chris closed his eyes before finally answering. “yes, but i need you to be good for me the rest of the night, ‘kay?” he sighed, bringing a hand to brush your bottom lip that you kissed lightly.
“of course,” you smiled innocently. “anything for you, daddy.”
“fuck, y/n. just get yourself off already before i change my mind.” chris groaned, giving your ass another squeeze.
“wait,” you held a finger up, opening his spotify and putting the playlist that the two of you made for sexy times that you iconically the ‘baby making playlist’. one of your favorites, the weekend by sza, started playing quietly in the background. “okay, i’m ready now.”
chris rolled his eyes at your extraness, pulling you in for a kiss as you pushed the your thong to the side, rolling your hips to the beat of the song. your wet pussy rubbing up against the smooth black denim of his jeans that he wore.
instantly you moaned against his mouth, building up your rhythm of grinding on him, nails digging into the fabric of his button up. “look at you, making a mess on my jeans because you can’t fucking wait for me,” chris mumbled, squeezing your hips. “my little needy whore”
you whined at chris’ dirty mouth, adding even more pressure to your cunt against his strong thigh. “can - can you touch me? pretty please?” you squeaked, eyes fluttering closed, back arching slightly, holding into his broad shoulders for support.
“use your words, baby, tell me where,” chris whispered, peppering kisses along your jaw, beard running over your skin, your senses beginning to overload at his touch and pleasure that vibrated in you.
“clit. my clit!” you cried, panting softly, the dark spot on his jeans becoming larger and larger with each roll of your hips. the feeling was butter bliss but also a burning sensation at the same time but it was the closest thing you’ll get till you were able to be properly fucked by him.
just because you asked nicely, chris slid his hand into your panties, the pad of two fingers meeting your sensitive nub, rubbing in circular movements. you cried out again in pleasure, your head leaning against his shoulder now as you squeezed your eyes shut.
with chris playing with your clit and the burning feeling of your pussy riding his thigh, you felt yourself inching closer and closer to your high, clenching around nothing. you only wished it was his cock that you were pulsating around. stretching you out in ways no would ever has. but instead there you were getting yourself on chris just to get you all tired and sleepy after cumming.
“your close aren’t you, babe, hm? your pretty little thighs are all shaking.” chris cooed, adding more pressure with each flick of his wrist. “c’mon princess, cum all over thigh like you want to. remember, be a good girl for me.”
“oh god - i -“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence. you were riding his thigh rough and sloppy. you were so close, you could almost feel it.
your body was tense as your nails dug into him, soft mewls and cries coming out of you. chris’ other hand was holding your hip now, guiding your hips to the beat to help you get there.
“that’s it, sweetheart. there you go. cum, pretty girl,” he cooed.
and almost on command, you felt yourself shatter into a million pieces. the sound escaped you and echoed throughout the house was most definitely going to scare the neighbors but you didn’t care.
“shit, you look so beautiful when you come, baby. such a good girl, always listening to daddy.” chris grinned, easing you down gently, kissing your forehead once you fully collapsed on him, still gently rubbing your clit.
the air was thick with the smell of sex now, the sound of your heavily breathing and whatever song was playing you couldn’t fully hear because you were completely drunk off cumming.
you wish you could’ve stayed like this, sitting on his lap and being showered with kisses post-thigh ride. just clinging onto your boyfriend as he went along and continued his work but you got what you wanted and chris had business to take care of.
“take me to the bed?” you asked sleepily, snuggling your face against your boyfriends neck, sighing sadly. “please?”
“of course, baby girl.” chris pressed one last kiss to your hairline before scooping you up bridal style without a struggle, walking you the bedroom.
once chris tucked you into bed, he planted one last kiss on your pouty swollen lips, walking to the door. “i’ll come and check up on you after, okay?”
right as you were about to answer, your eyes wandered the giant glistening spot that was on his jeans that made your cheeks burn bright pink. chris looked down at his thigh with you, smirking just a bit.
“see the mess you made? you’re lucky no one sees me from the top-up.”
request: I would like to request a little scrabble ;) if you are free :) i had a root treatment just an hour ago (it’s almost 12am in austria )and didn’t sleep very well tonight Sooo i would like to see how you think chris would treat you in this situation :) i mean… his father is a dentist after all… and i am absolutely horrified of dentists
pairing: chris evans x reader
warning: some cursing but pure fluff :]
a/n: omg i hope you recover alright! but same i hate the dentist too :// i hope u enjoy this though
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when you found out that you had to get some teeth work done after your yearly visit to the dentist, you were not happy to say the least
but with chris being the most amazing sweet boyfriend he is (and yes also having his father being a dentist) he knew exactly how to help you recover
when the procedure happened, chris was right beside you for support and of course took you home when you were all swollen and loopy post procedure
he’d help you into bed, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you whined at how you hated the feeling of numbness from the drugs
“i know, honey, it’s really annoying but it’ll go away soon! want a wet rag? we can take a nap or something to kill time after”
you didn’t know what the fuck was in the shit the dentist used but you felt the urge to cry at how kind chris was. so there you were, crying
chris of course would be a little confused but also chuckling. “baby, why are you crying?”
“i - i dunno ith da shit they gawve meh” you said with the cotton still in your mouth. “i jus rweally wuv you”
“awwwe,” he cooed, chris’ smile so big at how cute you were, pressing a kiss on each of your swollen cheeks. “i really love you too, silly”
the rest the day chris would help you change out your cotton thingys in your mouth, get you ice packs, and feed you ice cream
if he maybe had a question on how to help you if your soreness wasn’t going away he’d call home, asking for any suggestions from his dad that he didn’t already try from his own dental experiences growing up
but in general chris just would your little nurse for the day or two as you recovered because he couldn’t bare to see you in any pain n he loves u sm
summary: steve surprises you on a date to a 50s themed night bar!
warnings: none!
natasha had been trying set up steve on a date for a while now
and as much as he appreciated it, he much rather just let that gal wander into his life
but today at the compound as he walked about, he couldn’t stop staring at you. he thought you were one of the prettiest girls he’s seen
of course nat catches on quickly the way steve is around the two of you so she introduces you to the super soilder
eventually that day, you and steve were chatting more than when you were with nat (she was annoyed asf but was also glad to see that she mightve just paired up steve with the love of his life)
after that day, steve would ask nat when the next time you’d come and visit at the compound so he can surprise you with that record the two of you talked about
and when you do visit, as he gifts you the doris day album, he musks up the courage to ask you out to dinner next friday, to which you say yes
so in his free time when he wasn’t on a quick mission or writing reports, he’d be in his room planning out the perfect date, even using his laptop he rarely uses to find some recommendations online
he found that there’s a thing called dapper day’s at a bar where people dress up as if they were straight out of the 50s. he might’ve been already frozen but it was close enough for him
but because he doesn’t want to fully give away the date, he has nat help him surprise you by telling you the attire for the date but that was it
if steve was being honest, he was really excited to feel as if he was back to his normal life for a night, pre-super soldier serum
when friday came, steve dressed to fit the era, pulling up on his motorbike in front of your apartment
and when you stepped out, steve swore all the air in his body left him instantly
you wore a mid calf length dress that was navy blue with polkadots, little white pumps and your lips were painted cherry red with your hair curled to perfection
you literally looked as if you were in the wrong era, but it was his era. and he couldn’t help the big smile on his face
“you look absolutely stunning, y/n,” he glowed as you walked over, blush creeping on your cheeks. “if im being honest, i feel a bit dressed down now”
“don’t be silly, you look really handsome!” you grin. “but if you don’t take me where we’re going any slower i’m gonna loose my mind”
so after helping you up on the bike, the two of you speed down the streets of nyc to the bar
and when you arrived, you were in complete shock. you felt as if you had been transported to some tv show. everyone was absolutely dressed to perfection
plus the venue did not disappoint. couples were dancing the night away to the live band on the small stage. others in corners of the bar talking or drinking, even sharing milkshakes
“steve… this is so amazing, how did you find this place?!” you gasp, looking around taking everything in
“uh, i used the internet,” he chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his neck before taking your hand. “drinks first or wanna dance?”
without hesitation, the two of you make your way to the dance floor, moving around the others that danced to the jazz that roared through the building
with your arms around his neck and his hands on your waist, the two of you swayed to the music, smiling ear to ear at each other
“does this bring back memories for you?” you asked softly
“yes, except i would step on a girls’ toes… or i wouldn’t have a partner to dance with.” steve chuckled nervously
you frowned a little before steve spun you around, your eyes meeting again, “well you have me, just please don’t step on my toes..” you teased
“i’ll try not to” he winked, giving you one of his dorky smiles you quickly found to be the cutest things about steve rogers
the two of you would dance all night long, smiling and laughing the entire time, share little stories to each other
if steve hadn’t already fallen for you, he fell even harder, absolutely head over heels
and just like the gentlemen he was, by the end of the night when he took you back home, he’d walk you to apartment door
before you stepped inside and thanking him for a perfect night, you’d get up on your tippy toes, pressing your cherry colored lips to his cheek
“see you soon, soldier” you wink
once you shut the door, steve felt his cheeks burn as he touched his lipstick stained skin, sighing in complete relief
What do people who don’t obsess over tv shows/movies/signers do in their spare time?Like I mean like even the ones who don’t obsess over sports? Like please tell me what do you do? Is your life fun or boring? I NEED TO KNOW!
Under appreciated photos and gifs of Chris Evans❤️ can we take a moment to just look at this glorious dorky man. (The grabby hand in the last gif tho)
