*Spoilers. || The Avengers try to figure out what has got you so mad. Implied smut, humour hopefully, does not contain any actual spoilers.
*Jealousy. || Angry sex with Bucky is incredible, so you try your hardest to make him angry.
Into The Fire. || You and 1940s Bucky try to find the way out of a Hydra base.
Rooftop. || You confess your feeling for Bucky but he doesn’t feel the same. What happens when he sees you getting close with Loki a few months later. Angst with a happy ending.
*Birthday Blues. || Already in a rough patch in your relationship, Bucky forgets it’s your birthday. Determined to make things better Natasha and Wanda help you forget and have a girls day. Will you and Bucky makeup?
Smooth Criminal. || A strange man tries to break into your car.
The Signal. || You go on a mission with Bucky. Angst, death, blood, canon level violence, swearing.
The Reason. || Part two to The Signal. Angst, panic attack, fluff.
*Run To You. || Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard.
*Six Minutes. || You try to beat your record on a mission. Steve is impressed.
The Promise. || You beg Steve to promise you something but can he follow through with it? Angst.
*Great Day To Build A Treehouse. || Sam uses his DIY skills to try and win a bet against you.
*Surprise. || You surprise your girlfriend Natasha when she is on a night out with all the other Avengers.
*Adorable. || Your girlfriend Natasha is adorable, but she wouldn’t be if she heard you say it.
*The Man With A Plan. || Harmless prank war turns into feelings coming forward. Stucky x reader.
The one where Bucky can’t accept that he’s now your ex
Warnings: smut, violent dubcon bordering on noncon, ex!Bucky, anger, possessiveness, unprotected sex, breeding kink, no foreplay, no regard for reader’s pain, dacryphilia, brief physical aggression
Word count: 2.1k
A/N: okay, so this one is a part of my kinktober celebrations. Yes, I’m aware it’s not quite october yet (although… where the hell is the year going, I swear every time I blink it’s a new day) but the thing is, I decided to scrap my original intention, which was to work exclusively around prompts that my wonderful friend @darkficsyouneveraskedfor created for her challenge and dedicate each story to a different friend. My new plan became then 31 days of different kinks, which will expand on a poly relationship with Stucky, as you might know by now. However, some of the stories I started were already truly loved by me, and so I kept on writing them. It worked well because as it turns out, I am fortunate enough to have more than 31 friends on Tumblr, so here is the first bonus piece of that original intention, dedicated to my lovely friend @bestofbucky. Jenny, you are a lovely person, a talented writer and truly a joy to talk to. I know this year hasn’t been the easiest on you but I am so grateful that you’re in my life and I hope you know you can always count on me for anything.
Another call that went straight to voicemail. I was tempted to leave one more message, try it one more time, but I’d been doing that for the last two weeks and still, no response. I just couldn’t reach her. She wasn’t giving me any chances.
For the first time, the despair I’d been feeling since she called it quits started to morph into anger. Why the hell did she think she could do this? Toss an entire year of our relationship for something that small, and I didn’t even get a say in it?
Fuck this. I knew I could get her to talk to me. What could she possibly do to keep me away? I’d been patient. I tried giving her time. Now it was time to get her back, no matter what.
First of all, I am so sorry for only just seeing this now!
Second of all, I feel so honoured everyday to be friends with you. You’re a huge light in my life and your talent, humour, beauty, compassion and happiness are such joys to witness firsthand.
I am going to need a whole ass shower after that because holy shit! I am constantly in awe of how talented you are and this fic is proof of that and on top of that it’s ex!Bucky 🥵🥵 Thank you for this gift of a fic, safe to say I will be re-reading a lot.
Pairings - Destroyer Chris x Reader, Charles Blackwood x Reader, Destroyer Chris x Reader x Charles Blackwood
Warnings - impact play (belt), blow job, threesome, anal, p inv sex, double penetration
Word Count - 2422
A/N - This is my entry for @bestofbucky lovefest challenge, I had the prompt tickle fight and created this which is basically pwp. I hope you enjoy it my darling. Huge thanks to my favourite pervert @sweeterthanthis for beta reading this for me and leaving me the best comments on my document!
Charles walked through the halls of his large home. He shared it with his beautiful wife and it was all he ever wanted in life. His job made it impossible for him to trust many, keeping only those he was close to inside his home and the others who worked for him elsewhere.
He had known Chris all his life and could think of no one else he could trust to look after his number one. There had been far too many attempts on his life for her to be alone, it would only take one of Bodecker’s men to get in and grab her. Chris was there to protect her.
She didn’t like it to begin with, likening it to being babysat, but she soon realised it was nice having him around so much. He would carry her bags, open doors and scare off anyone she couldn’t be bothered to talk to. He still hadn’t learned how she managed to sneak away from him almost everyday to see Charles after his meetings, but she did.
Ok I just need a moment to gather my thoughts before I am able to respond.
Mean Charles and the way you wrote him to be in charge was *chefs kiss* delicious. His assertiveness had me weak and his use of the belt 🥵. Then to top it off, when he fucks the reader above Chris with him having to watch….oh my god. That is the stuff of dreams right there.
Then we have soft Chris, almost innocent but not quite because he has definitely thought about fucking the reader before, or at least what it would be like to have her mouth on him. I love him and I love the fact Charles and Chris are best friends, the dynamic you created between the three of them was perfect!!
And finishing it off they are gonna have a cute bath together, where I can imagine they are all soft for each other and there are lots of cuddles. I hope the agreement is lots and lots and lots of sex with the three of them 😏
To sum it up, Emma you are an incredible writer and your mind is phenomenal to come up with this. Thank you for blessing us all with it and for taking part in my challenge. I love youu!
i absolutely set people up to infodump at me, it’s one of my absolute favourite ways to learn things! you mean i get to LEARN NEW STUFF from a FRIEND who is INCANDESCENT OVER SHARING? sign me up FOREVER.
Warnings: fluff, sexual themes, (thoughts and conversations), but no actual smut, some angst, implicit references to depression, implicit and explicit references to self-loathing, implicit references to PTSD
Word count: 4.6k
A/N: this was written for @bestofbucky's love fest and I loved every minute of it! Thanks for hosting such a great writing challenge, I love you dearly! And as always, thank you to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for giving this a read and assuring me that Jenny would like it!
MARCH
Steve wasn’t sure how it began.
By now, it seemed like it had been there all along, from the first time he saw you to right now, as you screamed over everyone else, telling them to shut up and listen to him speak.
No one had ever cared this much about what he had to say. After he became Captain America, everyone wanted to be near, of course, but for what? A picture, a lay? You seemed to be interested in what was underneath - who Steve was at his core.
That same skinny boy from Brooklyn, still unsure of his own value and what he had to add to the conversation. Every time someone brushed over his contribution, or stopped him from voicing his thoughts all together, it made him reconsider his position on the team.
He was supposed to be a leader, someone always confident and sure, but Steve was still human, despite the superserum. It felt unbelievably comforting to know someone was still aware of that, aware of his feelings, enough to call out the rest of the team when they tried to talk over him once again.
“God, don’t you all know it’s rude to interrupt someone who’s speaking?” Your tone showed so much disappointment that Steve wasn’t all that surprised to see Clint and Sam actually look at their laps in their efforts to avoid your stare.
There was a reason they called you the mom of the group - and he was the dad. No one liked to see you angry or sad, and Steve hated whenever you were either of those things more than anyone else.
“Go on, Steve,” you insisted, now that a pin needle could be heard if it dropped on the floor of the meeting room. “They’ll let you speak now.”
Your hand squeezed his, having reached out to comfort him when he was forced to stop what he was saying, and Steve had to swallow around a dry throat as he tried to remember what it was that he wanted to warn everyone about.
He could hear his own pulse as it spiraled out of control from that simple gesture. Yes, Steve knew he was crazy about you by now, but he couldn’t yet tell you about it. So he did the next best thing he could think of.
He decided right then and there that he’d always make sure to show you his feelings as well as he could. Where words failed, actions had to offer some sort of solace, right? If not to you, at least to his own heart - a way to unleash some of this love that had been building up before it spilled and drowned you both in it.
Of course, your gesture of support didn’t go unreturned. A few days later, when some new recruits were trying to undermine your orientations, Steve was quick to put them in their place. They’d never disrespect you again after such a lesson from Captain America himself.
Of course, you could hold your own and you could have easily shut them up by yourself, but that wasn’t the point. Steve could have done so too, that day during the meeting.
It was knowing someone cared enough to be bothered by it.
APRIL
Steve wasn’t able to control his thoughts when it came to you, he soon learned. You were always there, even when you were apart. Maybe even more when that was the case.
But what he had found these last few days is that his thoughts had been growing increasingly less innocent the warmer it got and the more skin you began to show each day.
It was like you were taunting him. From the moment he woke up, he had to deal with your legs in those tiny shorts you wore to sleep, and then with the sports bra you wore to train.
And now, when he accompanied you to the club, he had to deal with both your cleavage and your legs being exposed by the tiny excuse of a dress you had chosen to wear.
“What are you doing, hiding in this dark corner?” You asked when you finally took a break from dancing the night away in the mess of sweaty people to grab a drink by the bar, against which he was resting. He just shrugged, uncertain of how to answer.
“Not much else to do.” You pursed your lips around the straw of the drink you had gotten, and Steve tried not to think about how you’d look sucking on his cock. He felt dirty, almost sinful for the way he was feeling about you now, and when you rested your body against his while you caught your breath, it only added to his guilt.
There were so many people there and yet Steve’s eyes kept going back to you. Not only was he scared of you eventually being swallowed by the mob of dancers, but you were undoubtedly the most beautiful woman around.
He didn’t want to stare at anyone else.
“Are you sure I can’t convince you to join us?” With that sweet half-smile of yours, Steve was sure you could convince him to do almost anything. But dancing to this sort of electronic music wasn’t amongst his skills, so to protect his own ego, he figured he was best refusing.
“Please, don’t try to find out.” You laughed, conceding that and he tried not to show you how hypnotized he was by your neck when you threw your head back in the process.
“Fair enough.” You left him smiling so wide he didn’t think anything could possibly wipe that grin off his face - but that was before he noticed the creep who approached you in the middle of the dancefloor, sleazily trying to grind against your back as you tried to push away from him.
Oh, no. Not on Steve’s watch. Before he could even realize what he was doing, his feet had taken him closer to you until he was able to hold your wrist in his grasp and pull you out of the stranger’s arms.
“Fancy seeing you here, Captain.” You winked at him after you realized who it was, sighing in relief at the familiar face. “Thanks for coming to save me,” you whispered in his ear after the creep was gone, and Steve tried to control his shiver at your warm breath hitting his ear.
Because of the situation, your front was glued to his, so he settled his hand on your back, first tentatively, then more comfortably when you smiled, enjoying the way he was able to cover a lot of skin with his huge palms.
“Anytime,” he whispered back, deciding he could learn to enjoy this new type of dance if it meant getting to hold you this close to him. “Anytime.”
MAY
“Anytime" ended up arriving sooner than he was expecting, especially since he hoped he’d never have to save you from harm again. But considering what you did for a living, this would probably be asking too much of the universe.
He had to be thankful that he was on that mission with you. It was just the two of you, actually - because it was supposed to be such a simple recon mission. Things went south fairly quickly after you stepped foot in the “abandoned” fabric to find it buzzing with enemy troops.
“What the…” Steve covered your mouth quickly, pulling you against his chest to hide in the shadows of the hallway as two guards walked right by where you stood. He tried to ignore how soft your skin felt underneath his fingertips, how he could count your heartbeat against your chest as you waited to be able to move again.
“Thanks, Cap.” You winked at him when he let you go, instantly missing the feeling of your body pressed against his. His heart still hadn’t gone back to normal even after you were both safe at the tower, the reminder of how it felt to keep you that close too much for him to handle.
This wasn’t a normal way to feel about your teammate.
JUNE
The warmer weather arrived and with it, more torture for Steve. You’d taken to wearing little sundresses now, and the look - although angelic - left him even more desperate to do some very unholy things to you and your body.
And you didn’t even seem to notice it.
“You know what would be perfect right now?” You asked one day at the park, sitting up on the blanket you’d brought as your eyes explored the view before you. “Some ice cream.”
All of the group agreed, shouting out suggestions and lamenting the fact that there didn’t seem to be a vendor anywhere in sight. Steve didn’t even think twice before getting up and leaving the group, returning a good half hour later with an almost completely melted cup of fro-yo.
“Sorry,” he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. “I didn’t take into consideration the fact that it’s so hot.” Your mouth was hanging open as you took in the cup in his hands, and then you squealed in delight, jumping up to jump in his arms although being careful not to spill anything.
“Steve! Why did you buy this? The store is like two blocks away!” But Steve only furrowed his eyebrows, confusion clear in his gaze.
“Isn’t this your favorite?”
JULY
The fourth of July came and went and you were mostly absent from the celebrations. Stopping only to greet Steve and congratulate him on his birthday, but then he didn’t see you for the rest of the day, having seen your figure disappear inside your bedroom after breakfast and not coming out even after lunch.
He tried to stay away, he really did. He knew you’d come to him if you needed anything, he trusted the strength of your friendship, but he also knew sometimes it was hard to call for help. And while he tried to reason with himself that you could very well just be in need of some alone time, something deep in his gut told him it was the other thing that kept you away from him the entire day, so before he could talk himself out of it, he ended up knocking on your door, opening it to find you curled up in bed, barely even visible from the mess of covers you’d arranged over yourself.
“Honey?” He inched closer to you when you didn’t protest his arrival, but you didn’t really say anything either, only stared up at him with glossy eyes.
He hated seeing you in pain. But he hated even more to know that you were sad and he wasn’t around to help you. “Can I…?” He gestured to the bed, and at your nod, he sat by your side, prepared to reach out and run his fingers through your hair when your hand grasped his wrist and tugged him.
You didn’t need to say it. He knew what you wanted. So he laid down by your side, accepting the edge of the blanket you offered him and sliding under it.
You stayed there for a while in silence. You didn’t move to touch him, not initially at least. And the little separation between your bodies was killing Steve on the inside, so he knew he had to break the silence.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He questioned, reaching out to cradle your cheek. “Did you think I wouldn’t care that you were feeling this way?”
That’s when the tears started rolling down your cheeks, each soft sniffle from you, a bullet straight through Steve’s chest. But it got you to scoot closer, to lay your head on him, allowing him to wrap his arms around your body and hold you tightly.
It was almost heaven.
“I didn’t want to bother you,” you confessed, rubbing your nose against his shirt. “Don’t you want to celebrate your day?” Steve chuckled at your teasing, amazed at your ability to worry about everyone else even when you were having the worst time inside your mind.
“I like spending time with you,” he revealed, looking down at where you rested, with your ear against his chest. “Even if you don’t want to talk about anything at all.”
How could he tell you that being by your side was the only thing that made sense to him now?
“That sounds great,” you nodded, squeezing him tightly. “I love being with you.”
He hoped he wouldn’t notice how his heart skipped a beat at your words, but at the same time, maybe he hoped that you did. Because maybe then he’d be out of this prison where he was forced to pretend he didn’t feel the way that he did.
Maybe, just maybe, you’d love him too.
“Me too, sweetheart,” he kissed your forehead, breathing in the scent of your natural perfume. “I love being with you too.”
AUGUST
How could Steve fix this? It’d been a mistake, of course. You were the only one he wanted, but he got drunk and you caught the girl leaving his bed in the early hours of the morning.
The way your eyes widened as you took in her silly smile and Steve’s state of undress. The way you shook yourself out of it, forced your own smile to the girl and showed her the way out like she was asking you to.
The way you avoided him like the plague the rest of the day.
“Please, talk to me,” he begged, having finally been able to corner you while you were in the kitchen after dinner. “I-I hate that you’re mad at me.”
You cleared your throat, eyes avoiding his as you focused on the counter. “You’re not mine, Steve,” you reminded him. “I can’t be mad about it.”
He would have preferred a lot of things over hearing you say that. A punch to the stomach. A kick to the face, perhaps. Anything but you reaffirming what he already knew - what he didn’t want to be true - as if it was no big deal.
“I just thought…” You continued before your voice broke and you cleared your throat, shaking your head like you had changed your mind about something. “Nevermind.”
You moved towards the door, but Steve’s hand stopped you before you could, curling around your bicep. He didn’t know what you were going to say, but he knew what he wanted you to know.
“But what if I want you to be?” He asked, watching you stop breathing for a few seconds, eyes finally meeting his but eyebrows furrowed.
“W-What?” You asked, and he insisted, “I… I want you to be mad about it.” The moment was heavy with emotion, even though neither of you could determine which one precisely. At last, you chuckled, shaking your head at him and stepping closer to wrap your arms around his body.
“Let’s forget all about it.”
SEPTEMBER
Needless to say, Steve wasn’t all that happy to forget all about it. In a way, he felt as if you were brushing him off, letting him down gently.
He wanted to confirm it, but didn’t have enough courage to talk about it. So he accepted that was his fate, to watch from the sidelines as you got on with your life while he remained hopelessly in love with you.
“Not leaving with anyone tonight?” He was surprised to find your outstretched hand reaching for him, both of your coats already in your other arm as you gently pulled him towards the exit. Tony had taken everyone out to some sort of fancy bar and you’d been immediately flocked by men who looked much more expensive than the Captain could ever be. He was sure tonight was the night the rest of your life would begin, and you’d leave him and your friendship all behind.
“What are you talking about?” Was your answer, frown evident but teasing smirk on your lips. “I’m leaving with you, aren’t I?” Smiling, Steve nodded.
He doesn’t think he’ll ever be ready to deal with you dating someone else, but he’ll cross that bridge when he gets there. For now, he just relished in the incredible feeling of knowing you were going home with him, even if you wouldn’t be sleeping on the same bed.
OCTOBER
“It’s okay,” he whispered, rubbing circles around your back as you trembled on his lap, head buried in the crook of his neck while you avoided the screen where another of Natasha’s horror movies was playing for the team’s weekly night in.
He never tried to remind you that it was just a movie. He didn’t want you to feel silly by exposing your fear. You were a well-trained agent, you could hold your own against pretty much anything, and you knew that.
So he just sat there and held you tightly to his chest, relishing in this opportunity to keep you close and breathe you in. He loved to help you in any stance, but knowing that he was doing that while getting something out of it (your warmth, your touch) made the entire situation even better.
“You don’t have to watch it,” he told you, fingers caressing your scalp while he felt your eyes flutter shut against his shoulder. “Go to sleep, I’ll take you to your room when we’re done here.”
NOVEMBER
You woke up covered by a blanket that wasn’t even in the living room when you first fell asleep. You don’t remember making the decision to move to the couch - you don’t even remember getting there. Your mind is foggy and all you want to do is go back to sleep.
You don’t talk about the fact that you also don’t want to wake up. You’ve been trying to ignore that, as you’ve been doing with the weight of it all, the weight that’s been hovering over you, slumping your shoulders, for what felt like forever.
You didn’t know how to tell anyone what was bringing you down. But you didn’t have to because Steve was always right there. Always ready to bring you some comfort, even if it was simply by his presence right next to you.
And Steve kept his promise all this time. He didn’t say anything, just approached you whenever you were laying somewhere and asked if he could sit by your side. Your answer was always the same.
“If you want to.” He hated how weak your voice sounded, how you looked so small and innocent curled up on yourself. But Steve kept his promise and sat next to you, pulling you to his lap, and there he stayed for as long as you let him.
He would never dare leave the comfort of your arms anyway.
DECEMBER
The month’s festivities were almost enough to get your eyes sparkling in excitement again, and Steve’s heart soared at the sight of your little smile whenever you took in the tower’s decorations. For once, he was grateful for Tony’s penchant for spending way too much on silly things, because it was clear that those silly things mattered to you.
He spent a blissful beginning of the month by your side, sharing hot cocoas and even cuddling in front of the fireplace. The colder weather brought out an even needier version of you, one he was captivated by and he was constantly finding excuses to skip gatherings so he’d stay with you in the hopes you’d pull him into your embrace.
It all came into a screeching halt one fateful evening, mid-December.
“You have to kiss!” Natasha teased from afar. “It’s tradition.” You had both been caught under the strategically placed mistletoe over the threshold of the living room, where everyone was supposed to gather, and Steve had no doubt the red-headed spy was the cause for the entire situation.
She knew about Steve’s infatuation with you and had tried to get him to fess up to it a thousand times, but the supersoldier would always refuse it.
You knew about his feelings, that much he was convinced of. If you hadn’t done anything by now it was because you didn’t want him, and he’d never risk what the two of you had - the beautiful friendship you shared - over something as silly as his own heart.
Said silly heart was currently breaking at the sight of your discomfort at the prospect Natasha painted for the both of you. “We don’t have to,” he was quick to assure you, flinching at your immediate nod.
“Yeah, I know,” you agreed, eyes avoiding his. “I understand.” And that’s where you lost Steve. “Don’t worry about it.” He was beyond puzzled, watching you leave the room he was intending to enter, in the direction of your bedroom. He didn’t even worry about Natasha’s curious gaze on the both of you as he trailed the path you traced, opening your door seconds after you’d just closed it.
“What do you mean?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed in deep concern to understand what was going on inside your head. Why did you think he’d ever be worried about possibly kissing you?
You looked confused for a second. Not because of what he was asking, you knew what he was referring to, but because you didn’t quite understand why he was reacting this way when you’d done what you did in the hopes of easing his situation.
“I just meant… I know you don’t want me like that. So you shouldn’t worry about not wanting to kiss me because of a silly little holiday tradition.” Steve was utterly dumbfounded at your words. They contradicted everything he thought, everything he’d been forcing himself to believe up until then, and so he couldn’t understand what was happening.
“You think I don’t want to kiss you? You think I don’t want to be able to kiss you anytime I want?” Your eyes widened at the fervor in his tone, so you were quick to explain yourself.
“Yes. Why would you? I’m just…” You scratched the back of your head and shrugged. “I’m broken. There’s no way someone like you would want someone as worthless as me.”
Steve felt like his heart had been reduced to ashes. Hearing you speak of yourself like that had him choking up, tears rising up to his eyes when he asked, “Why would you say that?”
He didn’t expect to feel even worse when you answered, “Because it’s what I am.”
And that’s when Steve realized it.
It doesn’t matter how you show it. You can go out of your way to make someone feel loved. You can go to extremes and you can know, in the depths of your heart, how much they mean to you.
Sometimes, people still need to hear it.
“You’re not worthless. Not at all, but especially not to me.” Crossing the distance between you two, he took you in his arms to cradle your face, making sure you’d see the honesty deep in his blue eyes. “And as far as being broken… Aren’t we all, doll?”
You chuckled, but it was a wet sound. It was okay. He was crying too. “I love you for all that you are, scars and missing pieces, if I ever come to find any. For me, you’re you and there’s nothing quite as wonderful as waking up and knowing I have an entire day I can dedicate to loving you.”
You shared your first kiss then. Steve knew it’d take a lot more than his confession to make you feel better, but he hoped knowing how deeply his feelings ran would at least motivate you to keep working towards getting better.
JANUARY
A quick kiss on your lips became another, and then another. Pressed in quick succession, they ended up making you giggle, and that’s when Steve let go of your mouth to trail down your jaw until he reached your neck, not willing to part from your body just yet.
“Steeeve…” You whined, and you heard his sharp inhale, how he stopped breathing the second his name fell from your lips in that needy tone. A whole month together and he still hadn’t gotten used to it, just like you weren’t used to how he would randomly hoist you up to the nearest counter and kiss you until you were both breathless.
His hands found their way under your dress, rubbing your thighs, getting closer to where you were already dripping for him. “Let me… Let me help you with that,” he quietly begged, and by now you weren’t all that surprised that he could smell your arousal anymore.
You’d done a lot of exploration in the last few weeks. It was safe to say that Steve had memorized your body, just like you’d done to his, and now he was able to read you like an open book.
There would be no more secrets between the two of you.
“Okay, that’s enough!” James’s voice broke the two of you out of your little bubble. “I think it’s sweet that you’re finally together but seriously, guys! We eat here!”
Steve’s smirk announced whatever he was about to say would make you terribly embarrassed, but there was no stopping him when he agreed, “Yeah, we do.”
Sam’s and Bucky’s groans showed that they understood Steve wasn’t talking about food, necessarily. “This is all your fault,” Sam accused, making you laugh. “He was a pure boy before you let him shove his tongue inside of you. Now he’s become this… this hungry monster, constantly needing to have you near to feel at ease.”
You and Steve couldn’t stop smiling at each other when you retorted, “Well, I’m sorry I can’t feel sorry about that, Samuel.”
FEBRUARY
Valentine’s Day rolled around without much attention from you or Steve. You were both living in a perpetual state of nauseating (Sam’s words) romance. There was no need for a specific day filled with roses and chocolate when every day with Steve felt like a holiday.
So you were surprised to come home on Friday night to find him waiting for you, candles all over the apartment and a nice warm dinner set on the table.
“What’s all this?” You asked, smiling softly. “I didn’t think we were doing anything special for Valentine’s Day.” But your smile dropped when you saw him shifting his weight from one foot to the other, clearly uncomfortable about something that he needed to say.
“Steve, what’s wrong?” You asked, reaching out for him and sighing in relief when he didn’t hesitate to take your hand and pull you to the couch. It took him a while to gather his thoughts, but you respected his silence.
You’d do anything to make him feel comfortable.
“I didn’t know if you wanted to be my Valentine,” he confessed finally, but it only made you more confused. “The boys were talking about their plans for tonight and I realized, what if you had a date with someone else? I never asked you to be my girlfriend, I just assumed you wanted the same thing I did.”
Once you realized what it was that troubled him, you almost broke down in laughter, but he was clearly so distressed that no one in their right mind would do that to him.
So you settled for the next best thing.
You pulled him down for a kiss.
“I don’t know how you could ever think I’d want anyone other than you…” You smiled once you two parted for breath, and with the way a blush had started to spread over Steve’s cheeks, it was clear he had realized how silly he’d been. “But I’m glad we’re having this conversation, my valentine.”
He opened his mouth to say something, hesitated, but then pushed forward. “Does… Does this mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend?”
This time, the giggles did escape you ‘cause God, he was adorable. “Yes, Steve,” you assured him. “I am your girlfriend and you are my boyfriend.”
Eyre, I don’t even know where to start, there’s so much I love about this.
First of all, the structure. Having it split into months with little snippets of the time they spent together is such an amazing idea, you can really see the development of their relationship, the ups and the downs.
Second of all, I loved the fact even though Steve loved the reader so much and showed it in many different ways, you highlighted the fact that sometimes, people still need to hear it. I think that’s beautiful and honestly made me a little bit emotional!
Third of all, I feel all warm and fuzzy from all this fluff (not nauseating at all Sam 🙄). Their relationship is adorable and I love that they are friends first with romance added on to that! The pining was *chefs kiss*, spot on. As a person who hates horror movies, October was especially perfect. The thought of Steve just holding the reader, not making a big deal of her fear but doing everything he can to help, makes me so soft! 🥺
With every single thing I read of yours, I am more and more impressed with your talent, you are such an incredible writer and I am so thankful you decided to take part in my challenge. I love you to the moon and back ♥️
I can't quite believe that 5k of you follow me. It's been almost a year that I started to share my stories, but before this blog was a place to share what's in my filthy mind, it was just an archive where I collected (reblogged) the stories that so many of you wrote and that live within me to this day.
So I figured: two writing challenges later and a hell of a lot of words written, what better way to celebrate than to share the love and maybe help other writers remain inspired to keep gifting us with their endless talent?
From today until the 1st of July, I'll be here acting as your resident porn librarian (my favorite title, if you are unaware of it). Stop by and ask me for a recommendation.
Here are some ideas of what you can send me, but the written world of fanfiction is your limit. Just keep in mind that these will all be my personal recommendations, and as much as I'm an avid writer, I still have personal limits. So there's always the possibility that I either don't remember/can't find something, or just haven't read many of what you're looking for yet.
🧡 - Send me a character and I'll give you one of my favorite fics with them
💛 - Send me a kink and I'll give you one of my favorite fics that features it
💚 - Send me a trope/scenario/AU and I'll give you one of my favorite fics that features it
💖 - Send me a category of fic (series, social media au, fluff, angst, or smut) and I'll give you something to read regardless of character
💙 - Send me this heart if you want a recommendation of one of my personal favorite fics, regardless of character, theme, or warnings
💜 - Send me this heart for a recommendation of one of my favorite writers, with an indication as to where you can start on their masterlist
🖤 - Send me an aesthetic and I'll give you a fic to read that might have something to do with it
🤍 - Send me a color and I'll give you a fic to read that reminds me of it for some reason
I'll be keeping my recommendations to one per ask, so I can keep providing different answers each time someone asks me. That means if you ask me for my favorite Stucky threesome fic, I'll give you one of them, but if someone else asks me for another recommendation, I'll definitely have at least one other story to recommend.
As might become obvious, I have many favorites, and I want to celebrate all of them with you guys this week, so I hope you'll join me.
I also hope you'll remember to reblog the fics I'll be recommending and perhaps consider writing something you liked about it in your reblog! Give them a follow, perhaps even tell them I recommended that story! The important thing is to keep sharing the love because we often remember to do so when it is too late.
I don't think fic writers know how much they matter
Do you know how many times you distracted me when I was hurt or lonely? Do you know how many times a line or a scene from fanfic marked me so much that I remembered years later, even though I can’t recall my own phone number?
Even if the fic isn’t perfect or popular or multi-chaptered… Sometimes there’s just one sentence that changed me.
Summary: Frustrated by the slow pace of your physical relationship with Steve you devise a plan of action to get things on track but end up getting more than you bargained for. [Humor and explicit sex, 18+]
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 1.6K
Author’s Note: Based on the prompt “You think you can take me?“ with Steve from @donutloverxo. I hope you enjoy this story, your prompt was fun! Thank you @whisperlullaby for beta’ing this. Reblog or comment if you enjoy!
At first, you’re thankful and maybe even a little bit charmed by Steve’s desire to take things slow. It’s refreshing, getting to know someone intimately before your clothes come off. But by the third month of nothing more than heavy make-out sessions and some over the clothes action you’re starting to wonder if maybe Tony was right after all and Steve really is a virgin.
You’re not exactly Mata Hari but you’ve got enough men to sleep with you in the past to know you can be enticing but nothing seems to work with Steve. He’s determined to keep things PG-13. Eventually, you’re desperate enough to seek out Bucky’s advice after Steve gives you whatever the female version of blue balls is for the umpteenth time. You’re a little drunk when you knock on his door. He takes one look at the state of you and invites you inside with a smirk. After assuring you that Steve isn’t a virgin and very much wants you, he’s just too much of a gentleman for his own good, you devise a foolproof plan together to get you and Steve naked. It involves strip poker, a bottle of wine, and Steve’s legendary poor card game skills.
You set everything up for your next date, nervous but determined to help move things along. But Bucky, as it turns out, is a dirty fucking liar and after 45 minutes of playing poker, you’re the one sitting mostly naked while Steve’s only lost his socks. For most men, a half-naked girlfriend would be enough to get them into bed but it seems your boyfriend doesn’t have the good sense to abandon the game for other activities. He’s still stubbornly playing along. You’re contemplating putting Nair in Bucky’s shampoo to get back at him for lying to you when you lose another hand. Throwing down your cards in a huff of irritation, you launch your bra at Steve’s head harder than strictly necessary.
“Need something, sweetheart?” He asks.
“Not from you, apparently,” you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest.
How about me in a little skirt sitting on your lap and getting off by grinding on your thigh while you watch me turn into a dumb little mess right before your eyes.... jk... unless 🥺
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