captain america one shot

My Generation

Originally posted by stars-bean

Requested by: @little-moonbeam-666

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1500+

Warnings: Smut (18+ only), unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your Willy), fingering, some language

Summary: Captain America isn’t used to the 21st century.

A/N: I didn’t have enough time to edit this so I’m sorry about the grammar, also he gif (like always) isn’t mine! 😁


You had always been a very independent woman. You were brought up in a household where equality was an expectation, not something you had to fight for. You strived to succeed in areas that women were thought to not belong. In highschool you were the class president, and valedictorian. After high school you trained with the best to become a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, and when it all fell you had been chosen to continue working with the avengers due to the level of skill you possessed.

You’d now been living with the Avengers for a couple years and it’s safe to say that they had all become basically like your second family. One of them had even managed to wiggle their way into your heart. Captain America was on of the most beautiful men you had ever had the honor of laying your eyes on. It wasn’t just his features that amazed you, but his passion to do good, his kindness and his dedication all added to the crush you harbored for him.

So over the years you did what you had always done, you flirted. You were always very straightforward because there was no point in hiding the fact that you wanted to jump his bones.

Sometimes you’d catch Steve after his run and you’d walk by him taking a nice look at the sweaty man before you, “Steve do you get this sweaty during sex?” Or, during breakfast when he cooked shirtless you’d sit at the island and admire the way his muscles moved, “Do you always look this good shirtless, or will I have to see for myself?”

These little games you played always ended the same, he would turn a nice shade of crimson and stumble over his words. You were currently running on the treadmill, Journey was blasting through your headphones when you suddenly felt eyes on you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Steve staring at you, his eyes roaming your figure in your tight work out gear.

You decided to give him a show. You hopped off the treadmill and decided to do some stretches to loosen up. With your back to him you bent down touching your toes with your ass on full display. You continued to do different stretches well aware of the Captain gawking at you.

Steve could feel the tightness in his sweatpants. He wanted nothing more than to take you right here on the mat but he could never do that, you’re a lady and you deserved to be respected. But god help him he couldn’t take his eyes off you. He’d had a crush on you since he met you. You were a beautiful strong willed woman and you always got what you wanted. Unfortunately he didn’t know how to flirt, not in the forties and definitely not now. So he always admired you from afar knowing he’d never have a chance with you.

Suddenly you stood up and faced Steve with a wicked grin on your face, “Now Cap, it’s very rude to stare at a girl and not compliment her.” You watched Steve’s eyes widen as he tried to make it look like he’d been working out, “I-I-I um, wasn’t I-“

You cut him off walking towards him, “Do you see something you like Captain?” You backed him up against the wall pressing your palm to his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly, “Because that tent in your pants tells me you do.”

Steve swallowed, he had wanted this for ages but he never knew it would actually happen. You raised an eyebrow with a smirk on your face, “Well Cap? Anything to say?” He leaned down pushing his lips to yours. For once during this entire encounter you were taken aback, you leaned into the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck deepening it. You bit lightly at his bottom lip pulling it between your teeth eliciting a groan from him.

His hands roamed down your body firmly gripping your ass in his hands. You had never been this turned on in your life but you wanted to make him work for it. You pulled away, turning towards the door swaying your hips as you went, “Be at my door in 5 Cap, if you’re up for it.”

Steve was at a loss for words but he collected himself and practically sprinted to your room. He knocked on your door nervous and yet excited all at the same time. You opened the door to reveal your sexiest navy blue lace lingerie to the very bashful Steve Rogers. His eyes practically bulged out of his head as he looked you over, “You look beautiful.” You blushed lightly at his words, “Enough sweet talk c’mere.”

You grabbed him by the shirt pulling him inside. You pulled him in for a kiss, the two of you not so gracefully maneuvering to your bed, the kiss only breaking to remove his clothes. Once on your bed he laid over top of you kissing down your neck and in between the valley of your breasts. He took one of your nipples in his mouth sucking and bubbling lightly while his other hand came down to your lace covered core.

He rubbed circles over your clit teasing you through the fabric while he continued his attack on your breasts. You were moaning his name like it was gospel. The need for him practically drenching through your panties as you attempted to get more friction on your clit by gyrating your hips against his hand.

Steve’s mouth left your nipple looking up at you hungrily, his hand removing your panties, “I want to watch you come undone on my fingers doll, and then you’re going to cum on my cock.” His voice was stern and you nodded your heading eager and needing for some kind of release.

He laid beside you on his side, pulling you flush against his chest as his fingers found your clit. He started teasing you, fingers moving slowly on your clit. Your head fell back bucking your hips up slightly, but he pulled his fingers away, “Oh no princess you don’t make the rules here. Be good or you don’t get to cum.” You nodded intensely needing him.

His fingers began to pick up some speed, his motions adding more pressure. Your arm gripped his shoulder whimpering against him, “Please Steve I need you.” He smirked to himself inserting two fingers inside you while his thumb continued to trace circles on your clit.

Steve watched you intently biting his lip. He loved the way your body moved while he made you feel good. He leaned his head down kissing at your neck, the sinful noises escaping your mouth making him even harder. He felt your walls flutter against his fingers and he knew you were getting close, he curled his fingers up brushing your most sensitive spot.

You arched your back, your core clenching around his fingers as you came undone. You breathed heavily as his fingers slowly worked you through your high. He kissed you again this time lighter as you pushed him onto his back. You lined him up to your entrance and you slowly sank down onto his length.

The feeling of being completely filled to the brim made your walls flutter and your head roll back, “Holy shit Cap, the girl must love you.” He smirked up at you, “With a mouth like that you’re going to get yourself in trouble.” You smirked as you started to roll your hips, a deep moan escaping from Steve’s mouth, “If you want to know what my mouth can do we will have to do this again.”

Steve could have sworn he was in heaven, the sight of you bouncing on his dick, moaning his name and scratching your nails into his skin was enough to almost send him over the edge. He began matching you, thrusting up every time you’d come down. He sat up taking your ass in his hands and forcing you down onto his length harder.

The pleasure you were experiencing was too much you scratched your nails into the skin on his back, “Steve I’m so close!” He nodded breathing heavily next to your ear, “Cum for me.” You screamed his name rolling your hips as your walls clenched against his length. Steve was right behind you emptying himself inside you.

You both looked at each other smiling bashfully, Steve broke the silence, “Cmon doll let’s clean you up?” You nodded sleepily still wrapped around him as he picked you up and went to ythe bathroom. He set you in the tub and started a bath before soon turning off the water and getting in behind you. You laid against his chest wrapping his arms around you, his head resting against your shoulder.

You smiled to yourself enjoying the peacefulness of it all, “Steve is this it?” He lifted his head leaving a kiss on your cheek, “Not if you don’t want it to be.”You laughed a little and he looked at you quizzically, “I don’t, it’s just that I’ve been hitting on you for months and you finally got it.” Steve’s cheeks heated up at your words before admitting, “I could never tell if you were picking on me or not I’m not used to your generation.” You laughed at him, “My new boyfriend is an old man.”

“how did you take down Captain America?

We shot him in ze legs because his shield is ze size of a dinner plate and he’s an idiot" 

Peter, an internet intellectual:

it’s has been six years and I still can’t stop laughing at this

Run with it - Steve Rogers x Reader

Avengers: Infinity War SPOILERS BELOW read with caution

Title: Run with it

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Captain America: Civil War spoilers, Avengers: Infinity War spoilers

Word Count: 3,913

Summary: Years have passed since he last time you saw the one and only Captain America. When chosing a different side concerning the Accords you never thought you’d end up having to say goodbye to the man you loved more than your life in such a way. He was your best friend, but Steve Rogers had won your heart without even trying, and when he returns to help you face the iminent threat, feelings resurface from both sides.

To say your day had started good and was looking better would be the epitome of lie. Not only had you been woken up by a terrible nightmare which had scared the life out of you – because sadly your dreams more often than not leaned towards the visions side than regular ones – but also you’d found out Tony had gone missing all the while alien spaceships were invading Earth from all sides of the globe. And as if that wasn’t enough you had all sorts of governmentrepresentatives over your shoulder telling you to do something about all of it.

Moments like that you just wished you had not signed those accords all that time ago but even more that you could tell them to fuck off and try to find another real life angel to save them from what was coming for them, not to mention one born by the infinity stones themselves. Good luck with that, as if they could even arrest you if they wanted to.

You had given up so much for their sake and for those accords and they still seemed ready to put more weight on your shoulders. You had given up every chance you had with the only man you loved more than your own life, for their sake and for doing what you considered right and yet it all seemed to go to hell. You had lost the man that mattered the world to you, before you could even tell him how you felt, and now? You doubted he even wanted to face you. Not that you were in a better place. You’d learned he come in contact with some of the rest of your teammates yet Steve Rogers had given up on you pretty easily and so, no, you weren’t ready to forgive that. So maybe, you were both very guilty after all.

With another sigh you skipped over the data FRIDAY kept sending you concerning Tony’s whereabouts, or at least the ones she could extract so far because she had no contact with him either and it was even more worrying. Your heels clicking on the light grey floor over the Avengers facilities were the only thing that you could hear at least until-

“Hey, Bruce.” the voice was almost muffled but you could recognize it, if you paid attention.

“Nat” came after a long pause.

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IMAGINE: Years ago (Y/N) and Steve were in a relationship, however something happened that made him cruelly break up with her. Now that the Avengers need her help, what will happen between the two of them? 

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warnings: swearing, violence, angst. 

word count: 2 k+ 

(Y/N) fiddled with her pen as she stared at Fury and Tony sitting down opposite of her desk. She leaned back into the comfortable leather seat and smiled at them.

“Do we have an agreement?” Fury asked as he briefly looked at the contract.

Her smile became more predatory, “Fury,” she started, his last name coming off smoothly from her tongue. “You and I both know that my people look at every contract before I sign them.” 

“Get one of them here then.”

“Fury, if this is how you save the world then I really fear for the human existence,” she chastised. 

“(Y/N),” Tony waned.

She smiled, this time more friendly and happy, “Just having a laugh, Stark.” (Y/N), with her left hand pressed a button on her desk. A few moments later the door opened and walked in a well dressed man. 

“Timothy, look over this for me.”

(Y/N) looked at the Seattle skyline, enjoying the beautiful view. She paid no attention to the three men behind her, paid no attention as they debated the terms inside the contract.

“Miss (Y/L/N)? The contract is ready to sign.”

“So quickly?” She asked, not turning around.

“The terms are stated clearly, and obviously they learnt from last time.”

(Y/N) smiled as she remembered what happened the last time. Finally, she turned around and walked to them. Pen in hand, she grasped the contract and signed wherever it needed her signature.

She looked up at Tony and Fury, “Guess I’m working for the Avengers.”

Steve gawked as he watched (Y/N) strut into the conference room like she owned the place. He looked at Fury who refused to meet Steve’s gaze knowing that the super soldier was glaring at him. “What is she doing here?” He spoke loudly as she sat down.

(Y/N) smiled smugly at him, “They needed my expertise on something.”

“Like what? Killing people?” Steve tilted his head, “Or hacking into the government system illegally?” He tilted his head to the other side, his tone mocking her. 

Before (Y/N) could retort, Tony stood up, “Nope, nothing should come out of your mouth unless it’s something pleasant. Wait, no scratch that, just don’t talk to Rogers. Go to the other side of the room.” 

(Y/N) licked her lips and grinned at the two men. She pretended to zip her mouth with her finger, then flipped them off. Turning around she walked towards Nat who greeted her with a smile.

“Who’s the girl and why does Steve hate her?” Bucky asked as he and Sam watched from the other side.

“You ever heard of (Y/L/N) Enterprises?” Sam watched as Bucky nodded. “That’s her family’s company, she inherited it from her grandfather. She’s one of the most powerful people on the planet right now. In terms of money,” Sam moved his lips around. “And other things.”

“She’s a dirty criminal that’s what she is,” Steve grumbled as he narrowed his eyes at (Y/N), who was watching him intently. “She’s a stuck up criminal who plays with people’s lives for fun.” Steve turned to Bucky who was furrowing his brows. “Don’t trust her.”

“Steve and (Y/N) have a bit of history together.” Sam explained and Steve scoffed. 

Their conversation was ended as Fury called the meeting. Bucky, Sam and Steve sat directly opposite of their leader and listened intently to their new mission. Bucky, however couldn’t help but watch (Y/N). The way that she spoke when Fury asked her to, her confidence. He knew that he was looking too intently at her when she turned in her seat to face him, giving him a curious look. Bucky wanted to look away, to turn to the side, to shy away from her. But something deep inside of him urged him to look at her. It wasn’t until Sam nudged him that he looked away from her.

(Y/N) punched the bag harder, watching as the dust fall from the ceiling, she knew that one more punch and it would be hurdled across the room.

“What are you doing here?” A voice interrupted her. 

She paused in her movements, her arm in the middle of swinging. (Y/N) cocked her head to the side. Before she could turn around she was thrown against the wall, a hand enclosing her throat. She was faced with Steve, anger in his eyes. 

(Y/N) gave him a small smile. “Darling, didn’t you miss me?” The hand around her throat became tighter, “I guess that’s a no.”

“(Y/N),” Steve started. “What are you doing here?”

She gave him another smile, and with a kick to the stomach he landed on his stomach, she quickly straddled him -pinning him to the ground. “I got a contract Rogers. Your team needs me for that HYDRA mission you received.” 

“We don’t need your help,” Steve spat.

(Y/N) wrapped her hand around Steve’s shirt collar, pulled him up and slammed him down again. “Trust me, I wouldn’t be here if they didn’t need me so much.”

“You’re a fucking traitor (Y/N), just because the team is so enamored with you and can’t see you’re just here to fuck with us again, doesn’t mean I’m blind.”

She swallowed and let go of Steve’s shirt, (Y/N) quickly stood up. “If you really think that I betrayed you Rogers…”

“You were working with HYDRA!” Steve yelled. “I saw you! I followed you and I saw you go into their compound!”

“BECAUSE BUCKY WAS THERE!” She snapped. Steve looked at her, his anger now mixed confusion.

“Bucky wasn’t in that facility. Don’t lie to me.” Steve gritted out through his teeth.  

“They transferred him.” (Y/N) sighed frustratedly, she ran a hand through her hair, then exhaled loudly, “After the events of Washington, you told me that Bucky helped you. That he was the Winter Soldier.” (Y/N) paused and licked her lips. “You told me everything about Bucky, Steve. You were, you are his best friend, and he was yours. He was the reason why you couldn’t sleep at night, the reason why you still cried when I shared your bed. You were unhappy because there was a massive part of your life missing.”

“When you told me that, I knew that I could help in some way. Help you. So yeah, I used my fucking sketchy contacts and tailed Bucky and where he was kept. I fucking went there, I negotiated with those scum, pretended that I was one of them, that I was betraying the team so I could try and speak to Bucky, for you.” She stepped forward, hands now clenched by her side. “I was there for three months, I made progress with Bucky, little but it was there. He could still remember me from the previous times I snuck to see him. Remembered bits of you.” (Y/N) pushed him, Steve being too shocked again landed on the floor.

“Then you came at me that night, yelling at me. Accusing me of betraying the team, betraying you, betraying us! You humiliated me Rogers, the person that I loved and trusted humiliated me in the worse way possible.” She clicked her jaw in annoyance, “You fucking threw me from the compound. Banned me from ever seeing anyone, you sprouted lies about me!”

“How the hell was I supposed to know? I thought you were betraying us!” Steve fired back. 



“(Y/N),” Steve whispered brokenly. Tears threatening to spill down his face.  

She inhaled and looked at him coldly, “Just don’t. This is my last mission for the Avengers indefinitely. I made sure of that.” (Y/N) began walking away, only stopping to pick up her water bottle. “After this mission Rogers, you’re going to officially be dead to me.”

Steve gripped the rails tighter as he looked out at the New York skyline. Could it be true? He knew that it was. If there was one thing (Y/N) never did while they were in a relationship was she never lied to him. But some inane part of him wanted to tell the rest of him that she was lying, in order to get the guilt feeling of his chest.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“Rough night?”

He looked to his right and watched as Bucky walked towards the railing, a small smile on his face.

“Buck,” the other super soldier looked at Steve. “I have a question.” Bucky nodded. “(Y/N),” Steve started. “(Y/N), she said that she met up with you, at the HYDRA compound. 

Bucky nodded slowly.“When she walked into the conference room today, I couldn’t help but stop looking at her. I knew her from somewhere, every night I fall asleep and dream about this woman speaking so softly to me, I can never see her, I can never make out her face. Fuck, when she spoke Steve, it was like everything came back. Bits of information that she fed me about myself back then, about you.” Bucky shook his head, a small smile appearing on his face.

“You’re in love with her,” Steve acknowledged.

“Well she practically brought me back, how can I not be in love with her?” Bucky laughed. “I’m not in love with her Steve, but she helped me. Without her it could have taken forever for me to come back, or maybe never. 

“She spoke about me, huh?”

“She did, a lot,” Bucky groaned good-naturedly. “You could hear it you know? The love in her voice whenever she spoke about you. I’ve never heard anyone speak about anyone like that.”

“I screwed it up Buck.”

Bucky shook his head and clasped a hand on Steve’s shoulder and squeezed for a moment and returned his arm back to his side. “The love that she had for you is the kind of love that can last forever.” Bucky pulled out his wallet and pulled out two pictures. “She gave me this when I started remembering her,” he passed the first picture.

Steve looked at the image and he felt his heart clench. It was him, pre-serum and Bucky standing with ice cream cones in his hand standing somewhere in New York. “Look at the back.” Steve flipped the photo and saw (Y/N)’s familiar handwriting. On the back of the photograph it said: ‘This is one of Steve’s favourite moments with you. Look at this Bucky, remember this. Come back to Steve. Come back to your best friend.’ 

“She’s a bit pushy,” Bucky commented. “Really bossy.”

Steve laughed heavily, his throat closing up with emotion. “What’s the other photo?” 

Bucky hesitantly passed it to him, “I got this during one of her last visits. A guard came to check on me, she was almost caught. While I helped her hide, I may or may not have picked it from her pocket.” 

Steve looked at the second photo, this time a more modern one. It was him and (Y/N). Specifically him and (Y/N) on the couch, his head laying on her lap. He was looking up at her with a smile on his face, while she looked down at him with an equally great smile. Steve flipped the photo over. This time his heart hurt more than ever, he couldn’t help the tears streaming down his face, nor did he do anything to wipe them away. 

Bucky watched as Steve traced the photo and the writing over and over again. He watched as his best friend cry at what he lost. He knew the feeling, he knew what lost felt like. But then, he also knew that if someone believes enough in you, you can come back. 

“You’ll get her back.”

“Thanks, Buck.” 

“Anytime, pal.”

As Steve laid down on his bed, he carefully looked at the photo again, tracing their faces, her face. He turned off his light and cradled the photograph to his chest. As he fell asleep, his heart and mind echoed the words etched on the back of the photo. ‘My heart. My equal. My soul. My love.’

“I popped Captain America’s cherry !” - Steve Rogers x Reader (NSFW)

Steve Rogers is (was) a 90 years old virgin, someone had to “pop his cherry” one day you know. Just so happened it was you. Slightly NSFW. Well, actually, totally NSFW. Let’s just say it. First times and stuffs

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Being Tony Stark’s little sister wasn’t always easy. You couldn’t count the number of times you had to go pick him up somewhere because he was too drunk to come home on his own. Or the times you were waking up to go to school only to be met with a naked woman walking casually around…and getting suddenly flustered when she realized that Tony’s little sister was living with him. Or the times he just embarrassed you in general. Or when paparazzis just chased you everywhere just because you were his sister. Or just all of the Iron Man thing. You were in danger all the time, just because you were his sister…

Tony was twenty when your parents died, you were just a four year old at the time, and didn’t understand what was happening…Most of your childhood had been a bit chaotic. But you ended up fine, with all of his flaws, your brother still took good care of you. The perks of being rich really, an army of nannies were there when he wasn’t. 

Yes, being Tony Stark’s sister wasn’t always easy. But it definitely had its good sides. Your life was NEVER boring, and you always met interesting people. 

Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, was one of those people. You guys “clicked” right away. You loved his gentlemanly way, and he loved the fact that you were always very careful not to make him uncomfortable by talking about something he didn’t know. You were very aware that he wasn’t from your era, and that sometimes, he struggled. You also were the only one to acknowledge the fact that he might have PTSD from WWII. And unlike most men, he really wasn’t interested in your money and fame that came with the package of being a Stark. He liked you just the way you were, and vice versa. Unlike your brother you never mocked him when he was confused about something from the modern world. You loved hearing about when he was in the forties, and you felt that talking about it made him feel better. After all, everything and everyone he knew was long gone, that had to take a toll on your mind…It became a habit for the two of you to meet every day for lunch and just talk about anything. 

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TITLE: The Things You Do For Love

IMAGINE: Steve and (Y/N) getting into a fight and her doing something for him that she hates. 

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She stepped inside the compound, the brown bag held tightly in her hands. (Y/N) took a deep breath and opened the door. She locked eyes with the Avengers, minus the one that she was looking for. “Where is he?”

Tony gestured towards the door to the gym, “Might want to not go in there. He’s in a bit of a mood.”

(Y/N) sighed and walked towards the kitchen counter. “Tell me about it.”

“What happened?”

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Baby Rogers - Captain America x Reader

Summary : Reader is pregnant, and she has no idea how she’s going to tell Steve…The other Avengers try to help. 

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Shit. Shit shit shit shit SHIT.  You knew there was nothing to be afraid of, that he was going to be great as usual…but you were scared shitless. 

Were you ready to have a baby ? You didn’t really know, the only thing you were sure of was that if you ever wanted kids, it was with Steve. He proposed to you a few months ago and you were suppose to get married the coming summer, a child wasn’t really part of the plan. However, the more you thought about it, the more you smiled…But was he going to be as happy ? You were totally freaking out, alone in your bathroom, glad that he wasn’t home right now. He would have totally understand that something was wrong with you…it was fairly obvious really. So you were glad to be alone. Well, not really. You wished you had someone to tell, someone that wasn’t your fiancé. 

You bolted out of your bathroom, grabbing a jacket, and went to the Avengers’ Tower common room, hoping to find a friend there. While you walked to the common room, you started to panic. You knew Steve, he would never hurt you…So what if he didn’t want a kid, but just to please you would act as if it was OK ? What if he decided that he didn’t wanna marry you anymore, and you suddenly found yourself raising a kid alone ? Granted, it wouldn’t be that difficult, you being a Stark, but…You were never so glad to see your brother, chilling in the common room with your friends. They were all there. Wanda, Natasha, Thor, Clint, Vision and Bruce. 

You came in awkwardly, and they didn’t notice you right away. 

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untitled 01 | 20180304 | s.r.

summary: you really want steve. but he’s too busy fixing a stupid table. so you end up putting on quite a show for him
pairing: steve rogers x reader
word count: 3.2 k (issa long one)
listen to: when it comes to us - frances, ritual
warning(s): UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap it before you tap it!), dirty talk, language
author’s note: this is acc a recycled imagine, i originally wrote this on a stranger things side blog + gif is not mine + this is the first installment in my untitled series (inspired by kendrick lamar)! it’s basically a series of imagines with each of the avengers and some of them happen to be smut!!
taglist: @build-a-pyre

the porch lights glisten over the wood patio, gentle music spills over the marble counter tops, and you are pulling a tray of cookies out of the oven as you hum along to the familiar tune. steve glances up at you before returning his gaze to the new coffee table he was trying to build.

he’s fiddling around with the screws and nails on the table, putting a new one in and taking it out because he’s ‘worried that the tension of stability is off – it just feels wrong’. you don’t comment, but you can’t help but think of the tension of his table isn’t the only thing that’s wrong tonight. with romantic music, your best lingerie, and a libido that’s obviously waiting to be stoked. maybe not obvious enough, if even your quick-eyed boyfriend can’t figure it out.

it must be the clothes. a smidgen too conservative, perhaps? you hadn’t felt the need to get all dressed up. you two aren’t going anywhere tonight can’t anyway, there’s a pool of rain outside and it’s increasing every minute. and besides, this little rustic cottage is literally in the middle of nowhere.

“almost done with that?” you venture, sending a sweeping look over steve’s form as he relaxes in the armchair near the kitchen. the house is all open, every room layering into the next like a continuous puzzle. from your vantage point, you can see all of the living room as well as the front door. you can also see the somewhat tight button up flannel that skims over steve’s chest, the broad shoulders, the lean and muscled forearms, the strong and focused face of the man you love. it’s a very nice sight. he almost doesn’t answer you, he’s so caught up in whatever it is he’s doing. after a beat of silence, steve glances up and locks eyes with you, “uh… no, not really. why, need me to do something?”

you shrug. come over here and kiss me, you want to say, but don’t. instead, you just lean back and tell him, “nothing in particular.” usually, steve would be able to tell something was up, but today, that all just went out the window. there’s only one thing to do now to get his attention: step up your game. you turn away from him, casually raise a hand to your button up blouse and undo the first few buttons. the fabric is pushed aside as you reach for the spatula and start sliding the cookies onto a plate. by the time you’re finished, you’ve got more than a little cleavage spilling out of your shirt as you fixed your bra, pushing the cups down a little and propping them beneath your breasts to push them up.

steve hasn’t glanced up again. he doesn’t glance up even when you turn back around and pretend to look for… something. all he does is test the new nail of his table, grunting lightly to himself as he notices it doesn’t fit. you purse your lips and rack your brain.

what young man doesn’t love a girl who goes commando in a skirt? you’re wearing your long maxi skirt tonight. it’s comfortable and effortless and… easy to hike up as you stand behind the counter. you hook your fingers around your panties and drag them down, stuffing them into a drawer.

still nothing.

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WARNINGS: death, angst, sadness, spoilers

Prompt: Steve lost more than his friends when Thanos snapped his fingers.

You watched in horror as Thor’s axe flew through the air and impailed itself in Thanos’ chest. You were laying on the ground, leg definitely shattered after being thrown into a tree by the purple villain. You watched as Thor pushed the axe farther into Thanos’ chest. Steve was laying a few feet from you with his face bruised and bloody.

“You should have aimed for my head,” Thanos growled evily and raised his hand. The only thing you heard was Thor’s scream and a snap when a white light blinded you.

After a moment, you could see clearly again. Steve was yelling, asking where the hell Thanos went. You looked around and to your left saw Bucky approaching. But something wasn’t right. You let out a strangled gasp as you saw Bucky’s arm was disintegrating right before your eyes. “Steve?” his gruff voice called out and the blonde turned around. Bucky’s gun fell and he turned into a pile ash in seconds.

“No,” you whispered as you watched Steve walk over and touch the ash that used to be his best friend.

You looked around at the other Avengers, your friends, and held your breath as you waited to see them disappear. Wanda, who had been kneeling over Visions’ lifeless body, looked up at the sky as she turned to ash. You choked out a sob and looked over your body in a panic and noticed your foot beginning to fade away.

“Steve.. Steve!” you shouted and tried to pull yourself up more but it was no use, you were too injured and your life was fading. Steve stumbled over you, eyes gazing as he stared at your leg. You quickly pulled your ring off your finger and grabbed onto to Steve’s hands with your own. “Look at me,” you pleaded in a shaky voice.

“No, this can’t be happening. You can’t- I need you,” Steve stumbled over his words as he shook his head and a tear slipped down his cheek.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” you choked out and kept one hand in his but placed the other on his bearded cheek. A sob ripped through your chest as you stared into the ocean blue eyes you fell in love with years ago. “I love you, Steve Rogers. I will always love you.”

Your legs were starting to disappear faster and Steve nodded his head, squeezing onto your hand as hard as he could without hurting you because he knew it would be the last time. “I love you so much,” he sobbed quietly and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Forever,” he finished as he pulled back and looked in your eyes again.

Your lips upturned in a small smile, one last tear falling down your cheek before you slipped away into ash. Steve’s cheek tingled where your touch had just been and he screwed his eyes shut as a gut wrenching yell tore through his throat. He just lost his best friend and the love of his life in a matter of minutes. Who knew how many other people were gone too.

Steve opened the hand that had been holding yours and looked down to find the diamond promise ring he’d give you last year. He sniffled and closed his hand around it once again before slowly standing and tucking it safely in the pocket of his stealth suit. Natasha walked over slowly and wrapped her arms around Steve. No amount of hugs or whispers could cure their broken hearts, but they could try. This was only the beginning of a very long war.

When I Think About You

Summary: After overhearing a conversation between you and Natasha, Steve wants to talk to you about it. He walks into your room and finds you in a compromising situation.
Word Count: 1,531
Warnings: Masturbation, slightly embarrassed reader, emboldened Steve, explicit sexual content
Author’s Note: I got two requests that involved masturbating, so I worked them into one fic. I hope it’s okay. If you’re up for it could I request a Steve/reader where reader confesses to Nat she has a crush on Steve? Steve overhears and decides to talk to her about it, but walk in on her touching herself to the thought of them.
Steve/Reader where reader is touching herself, and has a vibrator named after Steve, of course screaming out his name when he has super hearing might not be the best idea, or is it ;) GIF found on Google Images. 

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“Alright, spill it,” Nat rasped after checking over her shoulder, making sure that no one was around.

You felt like you were back in school, blushing and playing with the hem of your shirt, the shirt you had ‘borrowed’ from Steve a few months back. You shook your head and shrugged.

“It’s stupid,” you murmured, eyes flicking around the common area. Why you agreed to talk to your friend in the middle of one of the largest rooms in the compound, you had no earthly idea, but there you were. “You’re going to laugh.”

She was shaking her head and crossing her heart with two fingers. “Not happening, girl.”

You sighed before giving in and telling her exactly what had been going on with you. “I mean, I like Steve, a lot.”

“That’s not news,” she chuckled, her hand on your knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Yeah, well… I mean, there’s more. But I mean it when I say you can’t tell anyone,” you warned her, a finger thrust at her.

She held her hand out for you to shake. “HYDRA couldn’t break me,” was her way of promising that whatever was said would remain between the two of you.

“Okay,” you huffed, wringing your hands together in your lap. “I can’t… orgasm without… ugh, without  thinking of Steve.”

There, the cat was out of the bag, and you felt… super fucking embarrassed. Your cheeks burned and you covered your face with your hands, groaning loudly into the palms. You expected to hear peals of laughter from the woman sitting next to you, but there were none. Instead, she squeezed your knee again and waited until you peeked out.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed out, Y/N,” she assured you, her voice gentle and kind.

“I have a sex toy I call Captain. It’s red and white, with a set of blue balls,” you blurted out, your eyes wide once the admission was out there.

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TITLE:  Faking It 

IMAGINE: (Y/N) and Steve are both tired of their friends (namely Sam and Tony), trying to set them up with people. What happens when one night they decide to take control of their own love lives and teach Sam and Tony a lesson? (x)

[gif is not mine -creds to the owner. requests are open. immensely proud of this, probably except the ending. i’ve uploaded this like 3 times now and tumblr keeps deleting it, so apologies for the continuous upload for this.]

warnings: swear words, mature situations -minor sex scenes.

word count: 3.2 k+

‘The question of whether we can fight fate will always remain a mystery. But the bigger question is what happens when we stop fighting it.’

“Tony, for the last fucking time, I don’t want to go on a date with your friend!” (Y/N) yelled exasperated as she threw a piece of bread at him. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Come on, he’s totally your type and you guys would be perfect for each other,” his voice now took on a whining tone and (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Please, just this one time?”

(Y/N) smiled sweetly at him, “No.” She hopped off the stool she was sitting on, “Last time I agreed to one of your dates he started crying when they brought the entree, and then again when we started having sex.”

Steve placed his hands on his knees as he bent over, trying to catch his breath. “Good run, Cap” He looked behind him and saw Sam jogging to where he was.

“You were so close in beating me this time,” he placed his hands on his back and stretched. Steve groaned as he began rubbing his shoulders.

“You busy tonight?”

Steve shook his head, “No, why?”

“There’s this girl,” Sam started but Steve glared at him. “Now, hear me out, she’s lovely and-,” Sam didn’t finish as Steve held up a hand.

“Look, I don’t want to Sam. I mean I’ve tried this thing before when Nat tried to set me up and it just didn’t work out. If I want to start dating, I’ll do it through my own way.” Steve clasped a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Thanks though.”

(Y/N) fiddled with the screwdriver in Bruce’s lab, “I thought you wanted my help on a formula Bruce, but all I’ve done is play with your tools.”

Bruce turned around with a sheepish smile on his face, “Sorry (Y/N). It’s on that table if you want to have a look at it.”

She smiled at him and walked to the table. Leaning on it with her arms, she began scanning it. (Y/N) was focused until Tony barged in.

“Guys, I just got us a reservation at Top Stem!”

(Y/N) looked over at Bruce, then turned back to Tony, “Isn’t that the hipster bar in Brooklyn?”

Tony smiled and nodded, “Yep. Know a guy and he managed to book us a table.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“I mean everyone’s here since forever,” Tony shrugged. She knew that it meant more to him that he could ever admit. After the Civil War broke out between the group, tensions ran high and even though it’s been 5 years since the event happened the group still wasn’t as it was before.

“I’m in,” Bruce smiled.

“Me too,” (Y/N) smiled and continued reading the document. She was too engrossed once again so she didn’t notice the scheming look between Bruce and Tony.

“I’m at the restaurant Sam, and nobody’s here yet,” Steve spoke into the phone, peering in every now and then into the restaurant. “It is the Top Stem, right?” He asked. “Alright, I’ll go in, but if you’re not here or anyone in the next 15 minutes, I’m leaving.” With that, Steve hung up and walked in.

When he was seated he saw that the bar was dimly lit, giving it an intimate feel, especially with the single flower in the middle of the table. He frowned at the multiple empty chairs that circled the table.

“Rogers?” He heard his name and looked up from the menu. He saw (Y/N), and in that moment he allowed himself to bask in her beauty. He hasn’t spoken to her in a long time. Of course, their relationship was never friendly, but still, he missed the fights and the banter, and the wanting to rip her clothes to shred and push her up against the wall. Steve coughed, making sure that he wasn’t blushing when he replied to her.

“Are we the first ones here?” (Y/N) asked, sitting down across from him. Steve nodded. “Fantastic,” she grumbled.

“That hurts (Y/L/N),” he gave her a smirk and she smiled largely at him.

After 10 minutes passed, (Y/N) opened her phone and texted Tony’s number.

‘Where are you guys?’

“Tony?” Steve nodded towards the phone.

“Yeah, I mean our friends are little shits, but they’re usually around five minutes late,” she checked her watch, “not ten.”

Suddenly a buzz went through the table.

‘At home. Have fun ;)’

“For fucks sake,” (Y/N) groaned. “By any chance did Sam want to set you up with someone before this?”

Realization went through him and he cursed, “Are you fucking serious?”

(Y/N) laughed at him, “Language, Cap.”

“Our friends are shit.”

“I’ll drink to that.” (Y/N) raised her glass and gulped it down. “I can’t believe I fell for this, I mean it’s a Stark plan,” she sneered. “Those usually have more holes than Swiss cheese.”

“Sam and Tony schemed us. Us out of all people!”

(Y/N) agreed, “Fuck. You know what we should do?”

Steve looked at her, he knew that look. It was that look before a scheme hatched in her mind, god he knew that look. He loved that look. He got turned on by that look. “What?”

“Since our dear friends thought that they could out scheme us, why don’t we show them just how great we can be together?” He gestured for her to go on. “Let’s pretend to date and then we’ll have this dramatic fall out after like a month or so and then they’ll don’t know what to do because we’ll force them to choose sides. Then, we’ll come out and say, ‘it wasn’t real, but this could be the outcome if you keep fucking with our lives.’”

Steve sat back for a while. Usually he was a good guy, he wouldn’t scheme, but sometimes (Y/N) brought out that Steve he wanted to be when he was younger. One that wouldn’t take shit from anyone. He got that chance when (Y/N) entered in his life.

“I’m in.”

3 weeks into ‘dating.’

“I can’t believe that you and Capsicle are dating now,” Tony sat down next to her, a bowl of cereal placed in front of him. “I mean, I thought you would high-tail out of there but not before throwing a drink in his face.”

(Y/N) shrugged, “Well, when I first saw him that’s what I wanted to do. I guess old habits die hard, but once we got talking, it was just realization. I just realized just how much we were alike, but so different at the same time.”

“Ew,” Tony shoved her lightly. “Can you spare me the romantic feelings?”

She threw a piece of granola at him. What surprised her was just how true her statement was.

3.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“So what’s the next step on the plan?” Steve asked as he opened the door for her.

“I’m not sure if you’re going to like this, but they have to catch us in a sexual manner to say,” (Y/N) spoke and cringed. “You can just lay on top of me, I know that you don’t want to do any of that until you really like someone.”

“How do you know?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Oh please. You’re Mr. Poster Guy for having an emotional connection before having sex with a girl,” noticing his casted down eyes, “not that there’s any wrong with that!” She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m just saying, Tony knows me. Tony knows that I don’t need an emotional connection when fucking someone.” She saw that he cringed when she said that. “Sorry.” She stopped walking and leaned into the wall, “He won’t believe we’re dating until he catches us in the act. He believes that we had this weird pent up sexual frustration before.”

Steve laughed, “Sam and Nat said the same thing.”

“Okay, so this is what I have in mind-,” she never got to finish her sentence as Steve pushed her up against the wall, she subconsciously lifted her legs and wrapped it around his waist. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, opening her mouth to allow his tongue in. She moaned as he grinded his hips to hers. “Steve, fuck,” she moaned out as he began placing kissed on his neck.

Steve relished in the way she grinded her hips against her. He could feel himself harden against his gym shorts and he really couldn’t care enough to blush or apologize. He almost took her when she began moaning his name. “You like that?” He nipped her jaw as he grinded against her again.

“God yes,” she rolled her head and pulled him in again to kiss him.

They only broke apart when they heard several throats clearing. (Y/N) and Steve broke apart slowly, she opened her eyes and saw that he was staring at her. His normal crystal blue eyes, were darker than she’s ever seen before.

“Get a room,” Tony hollered, backed up by Clint and Sam’s snickering.

Steve and (Y/N) turned their heads, foreheads still touching, to their audience. “Sorry, can’t keep my hands off her, I mean have you seen her?”

Pietro nodded and smugly grinned, “I sure have.”

Steve growled and (Y/N) found herself getting turned on by it. She grinned and lightly bit his earlobe, grinding into him for the extra act. Steve turned his attention back to her and smiled. He pecked her lips once more.

“For the love of god! I’ve given you guys practically a floor each, can you not do it where everyone can see!” Tony complained as he shut his eyes and dramatically walked to the gym. The others walked past, each smiling smugly and laughing.

Once they were out of view and hearing range, Steve allowed (Y/N) to unwrap her legs around him and gently set her down. “Didn’t know that you had in it you Rogers. I’m surprised, pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless.”

Steve didn’t reply to that comment but he did give her a small, shy smile. “I guess they believe that we’re dating now?”

“For sure,” she laughed, still trying to catch her breath. “I’ll see you round Rogers.” With a wink she disappeared, swaying her hips as she did so, knowing that he was watching her. As she walked away she desperately tried to forget how good he felt, how good and right it felt when he kissed her. How he held her in the right places.

She leaned against a wall, “Fuck.” Yup, she was fucking screwed because she’s opening herself up to Steve.

4 Weeks into ‘dating’

“No need to be jealous (Y/N), you know that he only has his eyes and his other things for you,” Bucky whispered as they both watched a flirtatious reported touched Steve’s arm.

(Y/N) refused to admit that she was jealous. She wasn’t jealous at all. She didn’t want to drag him away and claw the woman who had her paws on him. Nope. Not at all. She was only concerned about their plan being thwarted if he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. She glanced at Bucky and he gave her a supportive smile. “Thanks, Buck.” She touched his arm gently, and that was the time that Steve looked up.

His eyes narrowed as he saw his best friend and his ‘girlfriend-slash-not-girlfriend-but he kinds of has feelings for her?’ closely talking. “So, what would you say was the best thing about the ‘40’s?” Tierney asked as she posed her pencil over the paper.

He turned back to her, giving him her most charming smile and answered.

(Y/N) took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as she heard the woman’s laugh from across the room. “Breathe,” Bucky warned. They both watched as the reported fiddled with Steve’s tie. “Fuck,” Bucky swore as he watched (Y/N) storming over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why can’t Sam do this?”

(Y/N) stormed over to where they were, standing so close to Steve that he couldn’t physically move away from her. “Am I interrupting something?” She asked sweetly. Steve looked down at (Y/N), to anyone who didn’t know her, they would have just thought that she was asking a simple question, but he knew that tone.

“Uh, I was just doing an interview here with Mr. Rogers,” the woman explained.

(Y/N) turned to her, an eyebrow arched and her jaw clenched, “Are you really?” She felt Steve’s hand wrap around her waist and leaned back into him. She smirked when she saw the reporter’s eyes move to the gesture. “Because from where I stood you were trying to get into my boyfriend’s pants.”  She moved closer to the woman, “Are you really trying to get into my man’s pants?”

“No, no-,” the woman stuttered.

“Good, because fucking another woman’s man is a big no-no, no matter what, understand?”

“I didn’t know that he had a girlfriend,” the woman tried to explain.

“That’s why I’m letting you off, just make sure when you want to flirt with someone, make sure that they’re not taken, otherwise it can get,” (Y/N) tilted her head and gave the woman in front of her another smile, “messy.” With a turn, she faced Steve indicating that the conversation ended. Luckily, the woman took the hint and walked off.

Steve allowed himself to be dragged by into an empty room. She turned around and he saw that she was beyond pissed. “Do you want our plan to go down the drain?”

“Are you jealous?” He laughed at the thought. (Y/N), jealous? In all of the time that he knew her, she never once showed this kind of emotion.

“I’m angry that our plan would be tarnished, yes.”

He walked over to her, smiling all the while. “You were jealous.” He placed his hands on her hips. She shook her head, anger still in his eyes. “Oh really?” She nodded. “So after this whole charade, you wouldn’t mind me dating her,” he ghosted his lips over hers, “fuck her,” now her ear, “make love to her?” He allowed himself to nibble on her ear, earning a moan from her.

“Fuck her all you want,” (Y/N) grasped the tie, pulling him closer, their noses touching, “but you’re mine right now.” She grounded her hips against his, and this time it was him moaning.

As their kisses got more desperate, (Y/N) allowed her to think. How did it come to this situation? Alone, in a room with Steve Rogers of all people trying to undo her dress, which started which jealously? If you told her this 3 years ago, she would have laughed in your face, but at this moment? She allowed herself to enjoy Steve Rogers.

“Steve, fuck! Oh my god!” She yelled as she fisted his hair.

“Better be quiet doll, or someone might come in,” he mumbled against her clit.

“Don’t care,” she mumbled, Steve moved back in this time with more rigor. Her head tilting back, moaning loudly as she did so.

5.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“Aren’t we supposed to break up now or something?” He dropped it so casually, it was like he was talking about the weather.

She was so stunned that she couldn’t formulate a sentence so she decided on, “What?”

“Wasn’t that the plan?” She stopped playing with his hair and turned to him. He noticed her eyes drop down, her brows furrowed. “Unless you don’t want to.” He teased.

She looked up and clenched her jaw, “No. I just don’t know how to do it dramatically, I mean I haven’t had the time to think with you fucking me.” She yanked herself out of his grasp, and neither would admit it but they missed each others touch.

Steve’s eyes widened with her cold tone, “(Y/N)…”

“Give me until tonight, then I’ll you the plan,” she walked away, her heart beating furiously.

Once she was in her room, she locked the door and sat on her bed. (Y/N) placed her face on her hands. She completely forgot about the plan -with all the sex, the talks about their past and her incessant questions about his childhood, and the weird dates in Brooklyn that she couldn’t help but enjoy. She never thought that when got into this that their goal, her goal of making sure that Tony and the gang never in their life again would blur with one kiss from Steve Rogers.

(Y/N) had it all planned out. She usually knew what was real and what wasn’t, but whenever she was with Steve, she couldn’t help but feel that everything was real.

She stood by the kitchen, whiskey in her hand. (Y/N) texted Steve two minutes ago to meet her so they can ‘break-up’. She didn’t want to, not that she’ll ever voice that thought out. She saw Steve as soon as he entered the kitchen, his face wasn’t impassive as she thought it would be.

He stalked over to her, every Avenger now watching them. He pulled her into him roughly, his hand on her waist, the other on her ass. (Y/N) was shocked, so she hesitantly kissed him back. He broke apart with her, “I need to talk to you.” Steve didn’t allow her to respond, he just grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to his room. They both felt a group of eyes watching them, but they could not care less.

“Rogers, what the hell are you doing?” He locked the door. Steve faced her.

“I love you,” he stated plainly. “I didn’t want to fall in love with you, but fuck, every single smile that you gave me, every single conversation that we had made me fall in love with you. I’m not going to lie, when I first met you I thought that you were one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen, but then you opened your perfect little mouth and you ruined it all.”

He gave a small laugh, “But you didn’t at the same time.” He looked at her, “I wanted you more than anything, the way that you talked to me -you talked to me like I was a normal guy pissing you off, not Captain America. You were the most annoying, frustrating woman in my life, I didn’t know whether I wanted to kill you or fuck you. But I did know one thing, I couldn’t imagine my life without your incessant nagging about everything that I did.”

Steve stopped speaking, they both knew that he was finished talking. (Y/N) stood there, in the middle of Steve’s room, unmoving, no emotion in her eyes. She closed her yes and inhaled.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re dramatic? You could rival Tony,” She opened her eyes and looked at him. He knew that her words were supposed to be biting but once he saw her eyes, oh god, he could burst out crying. Steve saw the love and admiration that he knew would take awhile for her to voice out. But it was still there. She loved him as well.

“You love me,” he teased and she shrugged laughing all the while. “You know what’s better than normal sex against a wall?” Steve asked.

She moved forward, wrapping her arms around him, her face glowing. “What?”

“Having passionate sex in Tony’s office,” he winked at her and she laughed.

“And they say that I’m the inappropriate one in the relationship!” She grinned at him. He was beautiful and he was hers. “I must say though, you know a way to girl’s heart.”

“Correction, I know the way to your heart.” He grinned down at her, and kissing her for the first time, not because of a scheme or a plan, but because he finally got the girl who managed to make him rip out his hair, kiss her until she’s out of breath and set his soul on fire. Sure, he had a rough road ahead of him, but if she was there with him, he could manage.

Sleepless nights - Steve Rogers x Reader

Title: Sleepless nights

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Being the adopted daughter of the one and only Tony Stark, after your parents’ death, has both its perks and drawbacks, like getting to know Captain America himself. However, no matter how close you are, whenever you try to have some alone time with the supersoldier someone seems to be ready to interrupt. So when you find him alone in the gym one night, you decide to take the chance. Only you don’t know his pent up frustration has a lot to do with you.

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Staying up till late at night had disadvantages and more often than not cause a lot of trouble. Whether it would be arguing with Tony or more like being lectured by your father-figure that you weren’t getting enough sleep and how unhealthy it was to work till late at night – look who’s talking – or making careless mistakes during missions, because of lack of sleep, that ended in you getting hurt pretty bad sometimes and in the end getting the ‘I told you so’ look from Tony and other members of the team; or even worse sometimes the concerned look in Steve’s baby blue eyes that just broke your heart, knowing you put him through such worry. 

You weren’t an Avenger but your knowledge in technology and all of the things that Tony had taught you over the years, from helping in making all the suits to hacking in systems not even FRIDAY could, came in handy more often than not. Not to mention that once in a while you loved being there and seeing the Avengers in action, alright maybe Steve a little more than the others.

Steve. Steve Rogers. Captain America. Friend. And above all, the man that stole your heart from the first moment you met. Not to mention the biggest advantage of staying up till late at night. The only perk other than getting your job done, was walking by the training rooms to see the shoulders flex underneath his shirt as he kept punching the punching bag in front of him. You got carried away admiring for a full minute, not a surprise there and not the first time either, but this time at least you weren’t on edge thinking someone might catch you, because nobody else apart from you and Steve (apparently) was awake at this time of the night.

It was so easy for this man to distract you even with the smallest thing. You bit your lip, glancing around the small hallway in case somebody was around, luck wasn’t with your side whenever you wanted to be alone with the super soldier, so if this was your chance you weren’t going to let it slip.

“I never took you for a night owl, Stevie.” you said in a soft voice so as not to startle him, when you entered the training room.

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One Year - Steve Rogers x Reader

Anonymous requested this (I lost the original message) : 

1. Post Break Up Kiss - The kiss that catches both of you off guard, but says I miss you, I’m sorry and please love me again all at once without any words being spoken.

Thought maybe I should write something else than only the Batfamily haha..So here some love for Cap’ ! Hope you’ll like it :

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It had been a year already.

A year since you last saw him.

A year since everything was over between you two.

A year since you sided with your brother, Tony Stark, in what people now called the “Avengers’ Civil War” instead of with him, and lost him forever…

Him. Steve Rogers. Captain America. Your boyfriend…Ex-boyfriend.

Recently things seemed to have settled down between your brother and him, they were tolerating each other again, talking on the phone regularly, and even going to the extent of working together on some missions.

The government finally came to its senses and pardoned the entire “Captain America team”, though they made Bucky go through a lot of…psychological check. Just to be safe. You convinced your brother to forgive the man. If you could do it, he could too…After all, Tony wasn’t the only one who lost his parents this day. Who lost his dear mother…

Yes, things were going for the better between the Iron Man and Cap’…But not between you and him.

You avoided every missions with him, and vice versa. You made sure to never cross his path whenever he hanged around the Avengers’ Tower. You even went quite a bit out of your way (and by that I mean literally taking one of your brother’s suit to escape through the sky) whenever there was even a slight chance he could be around.

You couldn’t see him. Face him. Because you betrayed his trust, you fought against him, and you just couldn’t…You couldn’t bear to meet his eyes, probably full of hatred, or at least disdain, distrust and animosity, towards you.

Because you were still in love with him. But what could you have done ? Fight against your brother instead ? Against the only family you had left ? Besides, he lied too. He knew Bucky was responsible (but not really because he was brainwashed into doing it) for your parent’s death, and withdrew this information from both you and Tony. You two had every right to be mad…and yet, you couldn’t help but feel guilty.

Because ultimately, you agreed with him more than with your brother. You were against signing that contract that bound you to the government’s will. But…It was your brother. Your only family. And even though you were head over heels for Steve, you just couldn’t fight against your own brother.

And so for him, for Tony, you ended the only serious relationship you ever had, you left the only man you ever loved.


Sitting on the floor in front of one of the gigantic window in the Avengers’ tower common room, you sighed as you thought once again (for the billion times in a year) about all this ordeal.

It has been a year, a year exactly today, since you told Steve you would stand by your brother, since you had to fight him and his friends. Your friends too…Could you say ex-friends ? You still talked to Natasha and Clint. To Wanda too. And Sam. Hell, the you even spoke to Bucky a few times in those last few weeks…The only one you never talked to was also the only one you really wanted to talk to.

You were looking at NYC skyline when you heard footsteps behind you…and completely ignored it. You were so not in the mood to talk right now.

-You still don’t use chairs or couches I see.

That voice. Did you just dream it ? It was a voice you longed for so much…You don’t turn around, and your heart beat faster at the sound of his steps getting closer and closer.

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